[COLD OPEN…]

[SCREENBAR: EARLIER THIS AFTERNOON]

(Outdoors, while the crew members were working diligently to get the ring set up, Tyrone Montgomery stands before the rest of the Dynasty roster. Many, if not all of them, have signs of bruising, welts and cuts that have only just healed. Frankly, they look tired—and annoyed. Still, they’re all seated, and they look on with as much feigned interest as they can muster while the general manager speaks.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Well, good afternoon, everyone. I can, uh, see you guys aren’t exactly in the best of moods, so I’ll keep this meeting brief, especially when we have a whole show to get through.

(He clasps his hands together. Then, a sigh leaves.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Truthfully, I’m doing the best I can to not be too upset, but I have to admit: what happened at Territorial Invasion was simply not good. To say I am disappointed would be an understatement.

(Chris Elite rolls his eyes but has a downward glance while doing so. KASAI, being a few rows behind him, has a deep scowl. Brianna Hill sighs, and Daryl Kinkade is all but nonchalant.)

(Neither Effy McAvoy or Ahren Fournier are in attendance.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Still, there was at least some good that came out of it, and I do wish to highlight them. First off, congratulations to AKIZA for winning Divide and Conquer. Many Elitists who have gone on to be world champions or even hall of famers won that match and it is not a feat given the inquiry stipulations attached. Additionally, congrats to Delaney Rhodes for becoming the number one contender to the Specialists Championship, and Winona Hendrickson for becoming the number one contender to the New Breed Championship. Both of you worked hard and your effort brought you to your respective wins. 

(Delaney and Winona both smile and nod, genuinely appreciative of the shout out. However, Kassidy Heart lets out a small scoff, murmuring something undetectable. Anna Wautier gives a side glance to Winona.)

Tyrone Montgomery: And on that note…

(Tyrone pinches the bridge of his nose.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Honestly? I still don’t even know where the hell to begin. I really expected better when it came to War Games and especially Brand Warfare considering we were the defending winners of that match, but instead, not only did Voltage win both bouts but they get to brag about going back-to-back in their own right. So, yet again, Voltage gets to have fun with another Territorial Invasion performance. Doesn’t even help that Chris and Daryl decided to leave Effy high and dry.

(Both men immediately perk up.)

Daryl Kinkade: Really? Are you joking bruv? You knew what you were doing when you put us together on a team. Maybe you should’ve done what Voltage did at least and, gee, I don’t know, allow the brand captain to select the participants?

Chris Elite: Word, but also, y’all be putting me in that match too many times lol. I’m #tired.

Tyrone Montgomery: :mjlol: !! Maybe because with your veteran experiences and the obvious idea that you two possibly wanted to redeem yourselves I selected you? But either way, your issues with Effy should’ve been curbed to the side. Territorial Invasion is the one out where—

Chris Elite: Alright, now you’re dick eating, damn. We all know what the show is supposed to be about but let’s also be real here: it doesn’t matter AT ALL for the rest of the season. Fuck I look like getting a pair of pom poms together and going “omg guys!! let’s work together!! i’m super excited for brand supremacy! gooooo dynasty!!!

Brianna Hill:

KASAI: Hmph. How childish. You are a disgrace to this brand, and you failed it, along with Daryl. You selfish decisions costed us.

Daryl Kinkade: Oh, fuck off. Seriously. You were the one who wanted to come on in like a bloody hot shot and acted like you could command any of us.

Chris Elite: Careful, she gonna talk about how she a matriarch and she knows shit better than us.

KASAI: Well, yes, that is precisely what a captain and a matriarch is supposed to do. Thank you for that, Chris. 

(KASAI then gets up, straighten out her coat.)

KASAI: But, I will not sully myself by wasting time arguing with you two man children. At least I can say I tired to give my all for that match and the role I earned. Brianna, too.

(Brianna almost looks surprised, but before she can say anything, KASAI is already leaving.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Alright, I didn’t say you could leave.

KASAI: Excuse me? I do not need your permission, Mr. Montgomery. Besides, this is for your own good. It would be a shame if I were to ruin the meeting because two knuckleheads who, now that I think about it, are within the same age bracket as me but wish to act as if they are in the first grade.

(KASAI departs. Tyrone presses both of his hands to his face.)

(King Sulyvahn mutters to himself.)

King Sulyvahn IV: Wow. Didn’t expect this much commotion already…

(But Kassidy Heart, who is seated right behind him, perks up.)

Kassidy Heart: What was that?

(A few surrounding Elitists turn to her and Sulyvahn, who raises a brow, genuinely confused.)

King Sulyvahn IV: Hm?

Kassidy Heart: Hm?? Don’t play fucking dumb; go ahead and speak up, since if we’re comparing shit to a classroom,it’s clear you’re the favored class president.

Tyrone Montgomery: Favored? 

Kassidy Heart: Oh, so now you’re both trying to be stupid? Come on. It’s honestly embarrassing the newer talents are picking up on it. I mean, it’s just stupid, really, and I’m tired. The others are tired too but no one wants to truly speak up and say anything.

Harper Lee: Oh, here she goes again…

Kassidy Heart: I’m sorry, am I saying anything wrong here, Harper? Or do you mean to tell me you still want to talk about people being favored when I just beat you last weekend?m

Harper Lee: Okay, you had your win. I’m still not going to take back what I said, though.  

Kassidy Heart:Of course you’re not, because you too damn stubborn for your own good. 

Tyrone Montgomery: Hey! Let’s not do this, yeah?

King Sulyvahn IV: My apologies, Mr. Montgomery. I didn’t think a simple comment would get her into an uproar—especially when it had nothing to do with her.

Venus de Martin:

Kassidy Heart: I would watch my mouth if I were you because you had your chance to actually win your match, but instead, you went right from facing Drake King for the world title to getting done up by some wall street bitch who barely even learned how to hit the ropes months ago.

(Kendall Von doesn’t respond because she’s too consumed on her phone trading stocks.)

King Sulyvahn IV: Wow. Do you demean all of your fellow talent in this manner?

Kassidy Heart: Only the ones who haven’t earned shit. I don’t care who you are or what forced stupid family you come from; I actually paid my dues here and worked for years to get to this point. Definitely took me a while before I even had to have my first world title match, but you and Venus and Hanko and whoever else get to come in with all of the fanfare and think that makes you worthy of being in elite company?

Venus de Martin: Now why the hell am I in it?!

Hanako Nanami: I can ask the same thing.

Harper Lee:

(Then, another person stands up.)

BRAE: Alright, I think that’s enough. Everyone is feeling raw, but Kassidy, you can be better than this. We needn’t go this far…

Kassidy Heart: Oh, so what, you think you can tell me what to do? Huh. Maybe if you had this energy as team captain you, Cy and that deadweight over there could’ve won!

(That gets Kirk to whip his head around.)

Kirk Redwood: Wanna repeat that?

Kassidy Heart: You heard me.

(Cy noticeably doesn’t say anything. Instead, he sighs, gets up and walks away.)

Tyrone Montgomery: What is going on?! Can ALL of you stop the bickering, I am trying to speak—

Kirk Redwood: Oh, stop. Seriously. None of us are in the mood for this. You wanna bemoan us about our performance but then want to play peacemaker? Fuck outta here.

(Kirk shoots up, storming off. A few more talent do the same, muttering amongst themselves. Tyrone, of course, is not happy.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Wow. Wow. So, that’s it? You guys are you to not only disrespect me but each other? On MY brand?! I think you all are forgetting who is in charge here.

(Kassidy scoffs and walks off herself. More Elitists get up, with the only ones left being BRAE, Anna, Winona, Kendall, Delaney, TFK, Haruka, King Sulyvahn, Venus and Hanako.)

(Tyrone bows his head.)

Tyrone Montgomery: … sorry about that, I guess. 

(The others look a bit uncomfortable but they’re still seated, doing their best to remain respectful of the general manager.)

Anna Wautier: I… do not wish to be what people consider to be a suck up, but you have been doing your best. 

Delaney Rhodes: Yeah. You’ve been nothing but kind to me since I came. Just, try not to take it all to heart.

Venus de Martin: It’s a little crazy here, I can’t lie, but I’m still excited to be. No hating bitches or people who wanna be insecure are ever gonna change that.

Tyrone Montgomery: Right. Right. Well, thanks. 

(Scratching the back of his head, Tyrone glances back, watching the talent who did walk off disappear into the nearby building.) 

Tyrone Montgomery: … well, no sense in you guys staying. Go ahead and get ready for the show. 

(The others nod, gathering any belongings and getting ready to make their way out. BRAE especially looks a bit conflicted, but he decides to follow suit. Everyone leaves, trying to bring their heads to a different place…)

(…)

(…Except for Kendall.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Uh, Kendall?

(She lifts a finger.)

Kendall Von: Sorry, let me just finish this… aaaaand…

(A press of the finger later, and she’s smiling wide.)

Kendall Von: Yes! Got it.

(She snickers then slots the phone away, looking up at Tyrone.)

Kendall Von: Yes?

Tyrone Montgomery: …

(He frowns. Kendall blinks in confusion then looks around, realizing that the meeting has been adjourned.)

Kendall Von: Oh. Guess I got too carried away!

Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah, it’s—it’s fine. But later on, do stop by at my office, please.

(Kendall nods, slinging her purse daintily along her forearm and walks out.)

(…)

(Tyrone slumps into his chair.)

Tyrone Montgomery: … why is everything going so wrong for us lately?

(The scene fades.)

(EAW intro plays.)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a recap of Territorial Invasion and the results from it, the shot pans over to the open space of the rodeo arena, where the Mexican fans are excited as can be. A smaller set of pyro lights up, but the red carries on into the sky all the same. Once the shot transitions to the commentary team, however, it is notable that Stew-O, Flannery McCoy and Jake Mercer are still attempting to digest what they saw.)

(Realizing the cameras are on them, all three quickly straighten up.)

Stew-O: Good evening, EAW Universe! We have left the battlefield and now, we are approaching a house—made of glass, of course, as we are now on the road towards our premiere MLE event of October: House of Glass! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am here with my colleagues in Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy.

Jake Mercer: Well, Territorial Invasion could’ve gone a bit better for us, admittedly, but some of our girls did bring home some wins! Anna Wautier is still your New Breed Champion, Winona Hendrickson stamped herself as next in line to challenge her for said title, Delaney Rhodes is the NEW number one contender for the Specialists Championship, and AKIZA won Divide and Conquer! Not too shabby.

Flannery McCoy: Certainly not. Our Elitists did their best, but by the time Brand Warfare and War Games came… things just weren’t able to click for a myriad of reasons. Still, we move onward, and I am sure our talent are just ready to focus on what can come next for them as we approach fall. Speaking of which—that… feels weird to say already. 

Jake Mercer: Once again, time moves by fast in EAW! I’m just glad it’s still nice and toasty here in Mexico. Sure beats the Nor’easter that’s currently slamming the eastern United States.

Stew-O: I think some can agree with you on that. But on that note, let’s go ahead and kick off with a hot opening contest!

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for.. ONE FALL!!!

(“My House” by Beyoncé began to play through the speakers of the arena, signaling the arrival of “The Don Diva” Venus De Martin!! Venus made her way out onto the stage with a huge smirk on her face, looking ready to go here tonight!)

Stephie Love: Introducing first!! Weighing in at 128lbs!!! Hailing from Houston,Texas!! She is… “THE DON DIVAAAA!!!” VENUS DE MARTINNN!!!!

(Venus made her way down to the ring, entering and stepping towards the center as she spread her arms out in a taunting manner at the crowd, receiving an ovation, before she’d step back into her corner as her music came to a close.. with finally “Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time” by Panic! At The Disco began to play, signaling the arrival of one TFK!!!) 

Stephie Love: And now! Introducing her opponent!! Weighing in at 165lbs!! Hailing from Manila, Philippines!! He is “THE FILIPINOOO KIIID!!!” T-F-K!!!

(TFK began his walk down to the ring, dapping up some of the fans along the way, before finally entering the ring and climbing to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms in the air to get the crowd hyped! Finally after climbing down, he stepped back into his corner, staring over at his challenger..)

(DING!!! DING!!! DING!!)

Stew-O: This should be an interesting matchup! Both of these competitors came up short on their end at Territorial Invasion, so you know here tonight they’re even more motivated. Both Venus De Martin and TFK step out of their corners, sizing one another up now…

Jake Mercer: Here we go, I for one am interested to see how this match plays out as both Venus De Martin and TFK both meet in the center of the ring… engaging in a collar and elbow tie up to start us off in this match!! TFK though, he’s quick to transition into a Wristlock, extending that arm out perfectly! 

Flannery McCoy: Indeed both Venus and TFK with a lot to prove here tonight! As Venus is putting that athleticism on display, rolling through and up onto her feet.. but as she does, she swoops! Down!! PULLING TFK DOWN INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN!!!

(ONNNEEE!!!)

Stew-O: TFK quick with the kick out!!!

Jake Mercer: Oh this match is moving pretty fast! Both competitors climb back up onto their feet, but it’s TFK who beats Venus De Martin to the punch, grabbing her and turning around for a… BACKSLIDE INTO A PIN!! The referee drops down and starts the count!! 

(ONEEEE!!!)

Flannery McCoy: No! Venus De Martin with the kick out now! Both Venus De Martin and TFK get back to their feet again! And Venus rushes in at TFK!! But TFK saw it coming! With a quick and swift movement, TFK sends Venus up and over! Crashing to the canvas with a huge Arm Drag!! But now he’s got hold of that arm in his grasp, he’s got a grounded Armbar applied trying to wear down that arm…

Stew-O: Definitely not a place that Venus De Martin wants to be, and she’s making that clearly evident with the way that she is starting to fight back up onto her feet, bringing TFK along with her.. but he still has that hold applied! But Venus is starting to throw some elbows into those ribs! Forcing TFK to let go…

(CRACK!!)

Jake Mercer: OH! TFK with a nasty chop to Venus’s chest! Venus grabs at her chest, but TFK isn’t slowing down, he sends her towards the ropes with an Irish whip! Venus De Martin rebounds off of the ropes and she ducks a Lariat from TFK.. Venus De Martin springs OFF OF THE ROPES AND ONTO TFK WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!! Into the pin!!

(ONEEEEE!!!)

(TWWWOOO!!)

Flannery McCoy: TFK kicks out with some authority there! However, Venus De Martin is keeping the heat on. Venus De Martin is up on her feet now, she’s got hold of TFK, pulling him to his feet…and she throws a right hand at TFK!! But.. TFK responds back with a Chop again!! Followed by another!! And another!! Backing Venus De Martin into the corner!

Stew-O: TFK is like a ball of fire right now! He’s lighting Venus up with those chops! Before finally he turns and he rushes at the opposite corner! But… Venus De Martin is behind him!! RUNNING FOREARM SMASH CONNECTS INTO THE CORNER!! And now it’s Venus De Martin who is running back towards the opposite corner…

(CRACK!!)

Jake Mercer: TFK CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING BOOT INTO THE CORNER TO VENUS!!! Both TFK and Venus De Martin are on go right now! They’ve turned the heat up! TFK pulls Venus De Martin out of the corner.. and into a SNAP SUPLEX!! Floating over into the pin and hooking the leg!  

(ONEEE!!!)

(TWWOOO!!)

Flannery McCoy: Venus De Martin with the kick out! 

Stew-O: And this match continues! TFK so far has got the advantage and upper hand here. He just needs to keep the momentum rolling! TFK turned Venus over, grabbing her by the legs and applying a Boston Crab!! Wrenching back on the legs of Venus’s and trying to get her to tap out!! Venus De Martin is writhing in pain!!

Jake Mercer: And yet somehow, she is still refusing to give in! With a resounding “no!” To the referee. Venus De Martin is starting to fight back, pushing up onto her hands and pushing herself towards the ropes! But not without struggle! TFK isn’t making it easy…

Flannery McCoy: As TFK sits up to pull Venus back, she uses that advantage to lunge forward, grabbing the ropes to break the hold! TFK is forced to let go. TFK raises his hands, getting to his feet and backing away as Venus De Martin is getting to her feet, using the ropes! TFK rushes in!!

Stew-O: But Venus sends TFK over the top rope and tumbling to the floor at ringside!! TFK is getting to his feet!! Venus grabs hold of the ropes!! Crazy intentions in her eyes!! She takes flight!! CORKSCREW PLANCHA CONNECTS!! Taking both TFK and Venus down to the floor now!! 

Jake Mercer: Venus De Martin is already on her feet! And she’s got hold of TFK, rolling into the ring and she’s rolling behind him.. stalking him and waiting for him to get to his feet. Venus De Martin is looking to keep that offense of hers going. She’s not slowing down one bit. And she’s zoned in completely TFK. With TFK finally getting to his feet…

Flannery McCoy: I don’t believe that TFK knows exactly where he is! But he’s about to

find out as VENUS JUST LEVELED HIM WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!! Venus isn’t done!! She pulls TFK’s head down in between her quads!! She may be looking for a Powerbomb here! 

Stew-O: BUT SHE DOESN’T GET IT!! TFK

SENDS VENUS DE MARTIN UP AND OVER WITH A HUGE BACK BODY DROP!! But.. VENUS LANDS ON HER FEET!! TFK turns around…

Jake Mercer: Venus De Martin turns around and she rushes at TFK!! But TFK is the quicker of the two, catching and planting Venus down face first into the canvas with a huge FLATLINER!!! TFK hooks the leg for the pin! Looking to end this match and get some momentum rolling here…

(ONNNEEEEE!!!)

(TWWOOOOO!!)

(THR—)

Flannery McCoy: No! Venus De Martin kicks out again! 

Stew-O: We knew coming into this match that these two were going to refuse to stay down. TFK sits up on his knees, giving a nod towards Venus, before climbing to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing hold of Venus and he pulls her to her a vertical base.. before hoisting her up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry.. I think he may be looking for that Detonation kick here!! He gets her up!! “MALAKA—”

Jake Mercer: It doesn’t connect!! Because Venus wiggled down off of TFK’s shoulders!! And now Venus De Martin pushes TFK towards the ropes!! TFK comes rebounding off of the ropes and he ducks under Venus’s Lariat!! Flipping forward into the ropes into a Handspring!! And he comes back at Venus with a LARIAT—

Flannery McCoy: But Venus cuts it off with that Spinning Wheel Kick!! Sending TFK crashing to the canvas! Well I guess that’s one way to kill someone’s momentum. But now that the tables are turned, Venus needs to capitalize. And it seems she’s gonna do just that! 

Stew-O: Venus rushes to the corner!! And she leaps up, using the second rope as a launching pad to propel herself to the top rope!! Performing a Split legged moonsault!! Crashing down onto TFK as she connects with “The V For Vendetta!!!” And she hooks the leg!!!

(ONNNNEEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEEEEE!!!!!)

(DING!!! DING!! DING!!!)

Jake Mercer: Great showing from both Venus De Martin and TFK here tonight. But in the end, it was Venus De Martin.. “The Don Diva” pulled out the win here. 

Flannery McCoy: Well it was certainly an interesting fight. But these two most certainly have bright futures here for sure, wouldn’t take anything away from this match.. win or lose..

(Venus De Martin climbed to her feet, celebrating as “My House” by Beyoncé played over the speakers, the fans cheering and celebrating along with Venus as her raised hand by the referee would be the last thing seen as the show transitioned elsewhere..)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area of the Arena De Rodeo Guazilancha. There, the camera focuses on Michael Belfort as he’s seen making his way through the hallway, approaching someone who is sitting on a production crate, minding their own business.)

Michael Belfort: BRAE, I don’t mean to be a bother, but do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions???

(The crowd inside the arena erupts into cheers, as BRAE glances up, looking at Michael with a solemn expression on his face. After a moment, he nods.)

BRAE: Go ahead.

Michael Belfort: This past weekend you led Dynasty into War Games, and even though there was no doubt that you fought hard with the hope of adding a massive feather to the cap of all three of your careers, in the end it wasn’t enough, as Team Voltage would end up coming out on top. I just wanted to ask where your mind was after that. 

(This isn’t something that BRAE immediately answers; he pauses as he looks down at the ground, exhaling.)

BRAE: It just wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s as bluntly as I can put it, but I’m tired of giving that same answer. I’m tired of continuing to fall short when I know that I can get to where I need to be. I don’t say it lightly when I say that I am the heart of Dynasty; I am the very best, and I deserve to be at the very top, but at the end of the day, I have nobody to blame but myself when I can’t put these words into action. Operation: Doomsday should’ve been my chance to finally become World Heavyweight Champion on this brand, but instead I had to watch Michael Machina slip the opportunity through his hands last week. Territorial Invasion should’ve been my redemption, my chance to rectify my wrongs for Dynasty… and I ended up falling short as well. 

(BRAE’s mind wanders for a moment.)

BRAE: At some point, the excuses are going to run dry. I’m not going to be able to hang onto my past glories and allow them to be the only things that I can speak for. Action is going to have to be taken, but I suppose that it is just a matter of when… 

Michael Belfort: Do you have any idea of what is next?

(BRAE thinks on this, before shaking his head.)

BRAE: The road is filled with uncertainty, but perhaps that’s the charm of it. Last season I walked in as Interwire Champion, and I promised that the trend of linear progression would only continue even in defeat. It figures that the only thing that would be next is the World Heavyweight Championship, the one that is currently held by that false God Drake King, but as I see that the landscape is already determined, with the main event being a contendership match that I am not involved in, maybe I need to do a little more thinking than I anticipated to move forward. But make no mistake about it… that does not mean that I am not good enough to get there. 

(BRAE’s face turns to a look of determination as he brings his head back up.)

BRAE: But I’d rather not speak into the void with negativity; instead, I will give credit, because not all of last week was a failure. The teammates that I fought with were chosen well on my behalf; Cy Henderson and Kirk Redwood knew the task that was at hand and gave everything that they had in order to make sure that they got there. Thankfully, we are not able to walk away from this saying we didn’t give everything that we had, because we did, and I would stand beside either of them any other day. 

???: I see. 

(BRAE pauses, as he glances over to the side where a voice is heard ringing through. A pair of footsteps are seen making their way in, as Cy Henderson appears in front of BRAE and Michael Belfort. The crowd inside the arena is mixed with cheers and boos, and as BRAE stands up to face him, Cy looks at him with a glare.)

Cy Henderson: You know I don’t play nice with others. 

BRAE: You have made that abundantly clear. 

(Cy pauses as he thinks about what he’s going to say.)

Cy Henderson: I should be mad at you right now, but I can’t find myself doing that. Things may not have worked out for us in War Games, but you know what? You have my respect. Fully.

(He holds out his hand, gesturing toward BRAE, as he accepts the handshake without hesitation, eliciting a loud reaction from the crowd.)

BRAE: I just wanted to tell you-

???: THAT IS RIDICULOUS! ABSOLUTELY ABSURD! 

(BRAE and Cy glance over, as they realize that they’re close to Tyrone Montgomery’s office. Security is seen quickly rushing in, dragging someone out of there, who seems to be in the midst of a heated argument.)

Jamie Valdez: DON’T TEAM ME WITH THAT IDIOT! TEAMING WITH HER BRINGS ME DOWN! DON’T YOU DARE DO THIS! TYRONE! ANSWER ME! STOP SHRUGGING YOUR SHOULDERS!

(Jamie is pushed out of the office as the door slams shut, the security going back to what they were doing as if nothing happened. She looks absolutely furious as she begins to pace around, running her hands through her hair. While she does… she catches both BRAE and Cy looking at her with a weirded-out expression on their faces.)

Jamie Valdez: What the hell are you looking at?! 

(BRAE holds his hands up.)

BRAE: Nothing. 

Jamie Valdez: Oh really? Because it seems like you’re getting a good LAUGH out of my misery right now! It seems like you’re really just enjoying yourselves, and I’m not gonna stand for it! 

Cy Henderson: Lady, if we really have an issue here, then I promise, this is not something that you want to get into. 

Jamie Valdez: Oh, is that how it is? I may have lost last week at Territorial Invasion, but I’m looking at the BIGGEST LOSERS of them all! I’m looking at two people who embarrassed this brand completely, so much so that they had to sit there with these doofus grins on their faces while Tyrone chastised them to all hell! I would actually be embarrassed if I were you. 

BRAE: I’d be careful… 

Jamie Valdez: Or what?! OR WHAT?!

Tyrone Montgomery: What seems to be the issue here?

(Seemingly after just handling his previous problem, Tyrone is seen making his way out of his office, as Jamie snaps back toward him, pointing a finger.)

Jamie Valdez: Don’t try to act as if you care now!

Tyrone Montgomery: You seem to be getting yourself into trouble everywhere I look, Jamie. Don’t tell me you’re starting problems with these two now. 

BRAE: Just a disagreement, I’d say. 

Jamie Valdez: YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I have been disrespected and run through the ground for months, and nobody has done anything about it! I am tired of having to deal with it! I am through! I’m not gonna take this bullshit from two people who don’t know how it feels to go through what I’ve been through! Just because they’ve won a couple Championships, been here longer, doesn’t mean they can look down on me! 

Tyrone Montgomery: Okay. So it sounds like you do have a problem. 

Cy Henderson: Sounds like we do. 

Tyrone Montgomery: Sounds like you want a match. 

(There’s a brief pause, Jamie in shock, while Cy and BRAE both look at one another, shrugging their shoulders.)

BRAE: Sure. 

Cy Henderson: Why not. 

Jamie Valdez: WHAT???

Tyrone Montgomery: Okay, great. Tag team match is official. 

(Tyrone looks at Jamie.)

Tyrone Montgomery: I would’ve happily given you the partner that you’re teaming with tonight, but it seems like you’ve made it apparent to me that you’re not too fond of Hanako. So… you can find your own partner. 

Jamie Valdez: Tyrone, you better be careful what you’re doing-

Tyrone Montgomery: Find your own partner. Thank you! 

(Tyrone turns around and makes his way back into his office. While he does, Jamie is completely frozen, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.)

Jamie Valdez: FUCK! 

(She turns around and storms off; meanwhile, BRAE and Cy look toward one another.)

BRAE: Ready to go back into battle? 

Cy Henderson: Gladly.

(BRAE and Cy go their separate ways, as it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

(The camera cuts to backstage where Kendall Von is seen walking through the hallway, dressed in her finest clothes, fit for the occasion. She adjusts her purse as she comes to a stop at Tyrone Montgomery’s office. Kendall knocks on the door.)

Tyrone Montgomery: It’s open!

(Kendall grabs the door knob and swings inside of his office, her smile brimming from ear to ear. Tyrone rises to his feet when Kendall enters.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Kendall Von! It’s a pleasure to see you after your fantastic performance at Territorial Invasion. There were a lot of formidable names in that match, and you really showed everyone what you were made of when you left with the win.

(She chuckles, then feigns humility by raising a hand and waving off her own performance.)

Kendall Von: Oh, Tyrone, it’s nothing. That’s what happens when you spend so much time being underestimated, no matter what field you find yourself in. This was just yet another occasion where I was clearly the best in the room and I passed everyone by like it was nothing. I’m excited for the future, because there is more where that came from.

(Tyrone nods his head to Kendall’s words, agreeing with her.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Speaking of, it’s time that we get to the Unique Opportunity that you earned at Territorial Invasion, right?

(That prompts a big smile from Kendall.)

Kendall Von: Yes, of course. I mean, I’m already thinking of all the champions that I could possibly be going up against-

Tyrone Montgomery: Your reward… is a pay raise!

(Before Kendall can even finish her sentence, her lips curl downward and her eyes flutter at Tyrone. She blinks a couple of times, making sure that she heard him correctly. Even after the moment of silence, a look of confusion still marks the face of Kendall.)

Kendall Von: Huh? Excuse me, I–I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Can you repeat yourself, please?

(She steps forward, looking at Tyrone. He glances back, confused at her reaction.)

Tyrone Montgomery: What? You didn’t hear me? I said that you’ll be receiving a pay rai–

Kendall Von: A… what? A pay raise? Why? Usually, the winners of these opportunities receive title matches or something else of equal value! How did I get a pay raise?!

(He scratches the back of his head.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah, I’m aware, Kendall. But I wanted to do something different this time around, and given your strong acumen in Wall Street, I assumed that this would be a nice little reward for you! Was I wrong about that?

(Tyrone looks at Kendall for a moment, and it appears that she’s going to speak up and say something, but she purses her lips and shakes her head.)

Kendall Von: Thank you, Tyrone.

Tyrone Montgomery: My pleasure. Best of luck, Kendall!

(She slowly turns around and marches out of the office, hastily grabbing the door and swinging it closed on her way out. Her fingers curl into a claw, and she considers grabbing at her hair—but remembers how much she spent on getting it done this week and her attention turns elsewhere.)

Kendall Von: Are you kidding me?! First, that …

(Kendall clenches her fists, unable to even think of a good insult due to the rage overwhelming her thoughts.)

Kendall Von: DELANEY! SHE GETS A SPECIALISTS CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT! NOW THIS?! WHAT DID *i* DO TO DESERVE THIS?!

(She looks at her purse and considers hurling it at the wall, but that in itself was also too expensive! She screams out in agony, unable to even properly unleash her anger. Instead, she turns back to the camera pointed at her snarls at it.)

Kendall Von: GET OUT OF MY FACE! WE’RE DONE HERE!

(Kendall mushes the camera away and she storms off. The cameraman is persistent, keeping it focused on her as she leaves, but she’s far away by the time he tries to catch up.)

(A commercial plays for Wingstop.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Human Nature’ by Michael Jackson hits the speakers to loud cheers as Hanako Nanami makes her way out from the back. She tags a couple fans on her way down, but her theme is promptly interrupted by ‘TEFLON DON’ by Future as Jamie Valdez arrogantly emerges from the back.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 230 pounds, it is the team of “PINK VENOM” HANAKO NANAMI … and “THE PRODIGY” JAMIE VALDEZ!

(Once the two are in the ring, ‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf plays and Winona Hendrickson hustles out from the back, fired up. She nods to the fans and makes her way down the ramp, stopping when ‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ begins playing. Anna Wautier runs out from the back with the New Breed Championship wrapped around her chest. She tags some fans and then turns to her partner for the night. There’s a bit of a staredown between the two, before they shake hands and heads to the ring.)

Stephie Love: Their opponents, at a combined weight of 292 pounds, it is the team of “WONDER WOMAN” WINONA HENDRICKSON … and the EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION, “THE THORN PRINCESS” ANNA WAUTIER!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: The bell sounds and it appears that there’s gonna be no immediate tension from the New Breed Champion Anna Wautier and her challenger Winona Hendrickson, who allows the champ to start this one off.

Jake Mercer: On the other side, Hanako Nanami will be starting and this is one hell of a way to get into the action! Both circle the ring, and step into a firm collar & elbow tie-up. Hanako swings behind into a wrist lock, applying deep pressure. Anna struggles, rolling. She kicks at the hand of Hanako, and spins into an arm drag, tossing her. Anna kips up, immediately sending Nanami to the ropes after!

Flannery McCoy: She tries another armdrag, but this time, Hanako cartwheels through it! Anna charges in and Hanako dropkicks her directly into the chest! Wautier rolls away and Nanami rises to her feet, calling Anna up. She charges into a clothesline over the top rope, but Anna ducks it and she nails Hanako with a roundhouse kick that sends her falling through the middle rope.

Stew-O: Anna sees her opening and she leaps to the middle rope! Wautier flies off into a triangle dropkick, nope! Hanako ducks it! Anna lands onto the apron and it’s Hanako who nails her with a big knee to the jaw! Hanako grabs Anna by the head and she tries to lift her up vertically, but Anna lands back into the ring.

Jake Mercer: After that, she grabs Hanako and tosses her in the ring against the ropes! Hanako bounces up to her feet, but Wautier is already springboarding to the middle ropes for a diving back elbow! Hanako goes down and Anna tags in Winona. 

(TAG!)

Stew-O: Winona enters the ring and both women drag Nanami up. They irish whip her off and Winona pops Hanako high up in the air! She lands face first, and as she goes to kneel up, Wautier with a sliding dropkick to the jaw! Cover from Winona!

ONE–

Flannery McCoy: Quick kickout by Nanami. Winona drags Hanako up and nails her with a knife edge chop! Hanako winces, and she throws one of her own! Another chop from Nanami, and then she elbows Hendrickson in the throat! Winona staggers, and Hanako hits off the ropes. She tries to leap up into a hurricanrana, but Winona hangs onto Hanako! She pops her up for a— no! Hanako floats behind her!

Stew-O: Winona staggers on impact, and Hanako catches her with a hook kick! Winona is on wobbly legs, and Hanako falls backwards into their corner. 

(TAG!)

Flannery McCoy: Jamie tags herself in! Hanako looks at Jamie in disbelief, and Valdez comes off the ropes and brings Hendrickson with a slingblade! Hanako rises to protest, but Jamie gets in her face.

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) I got it from here.

Jake Mercer: Begrudgingly, Hanako exits the ring. Jamie drags Winona up and she starts pounding her fist into her mouth, repeatedly! She might knock a tooth out! Winona staggers around, weakly throwing her fists up. Jamie spins into a sole kick to the ribs, and then an up kick to the jaw! Hendrickson is really on the verge of being out of it now! Valdez turns and runs off the ropes…!!

Flannery McCoy: ONLY FOR HENDRICKSON TO RUN THROUGH HER WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE! She put a lot into that! Valdez doesn’t have a clue of what hit her! She rolls away, crawling up to the turnbuckles. Jamie rises, and Winona runs forward with a corner body block! She hangs onto Jamie and tosses her with a belly to belly suplex! Valdez clutches at her back, grimacing.

Stew-O: Jamie slowly rises, and Winona rocks her with an European uppercut! Another one, and Valdez falls against the ropes. Winona picks her up off of the ropes and scoops her up, but Jamie starts to wiggle her legs! She lands behind Winona and takes her out with a chop block! Hendrickson falls to her fours, and Valdez runs off the ropes, diving into a double foot stomp to the back! Hendrickson goes down, and Jamie rolls her over into a cover!

ONE!! –

Jake Mercer: Kick out! Jamie drags Winona up, and she turns her around. She grabs the waist, trying to lift her up, but Winona sends an elbow behind the ear! Another elbow from Hendrickson, and she spins around, hanging onto Valdez and tossing her with a german suplex! Jamie lands harshly on her neck, and she crawls over, tagging Wautier in!

Flannery McCoy: The champion slingshots into the ring, and Valdez slowly rises. Wautier runs forward with a single leg dropkick! Valdez pops up to her feet and Wautier with another one! Valdez rolls away to the ropes, and Wautier takes the wrist for an irish whip, but Jamie counters it! She tries for a back body drop, but Wautier with a sunset flip, rolling her through for the cover-

Stew-O: –nope! Valdez rolls to her feet and she gets Anna with a sliding knee to the jaw! Wautier rolls over, holding her jaw in pain. Jamie rises to her feet and she calls for Anna to rise up to her feet… As Anna is getting up there, Jamie runs to the ropes!

Jake Mercer: She steps on the middle rope and then springboards off of it, flipping into the ‘DESTINY CUTTER!’ GOODNESS! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COMBINATION! ANNA IS OUT COLD, AND JAMIE QUICKLY ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE COVER! IT COULD BE OVER HERE!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: No! Anna gets a shoulder up in time! Jamie looks around, pissed off. She rises to her feet and starts stomping at the top of Wautier’s head! Anna has very little to offer, as Jamie drags her up from the mat. She slaps Anna to her knees and she runs off of the ropes, looking to set up for ‘FIERCE KI–’

Stew-O: Anna evades it! Jamie lands harshly on that leg, and Anna dropkicks her kneecap! Valdez falls away, grimacing. Jamie is struggling to stay up on her feet, which isn’t good for her, as Anna smells blood in the water! She tries to rise, and Anna with another dropkick to the knee! Valdez is now kneeling, and Wautier runs off the ropes…

(TAG!)

Jake Mercer: The moment Anna turns her back, Hanako slaps Jamie’s back and she takes advantage! Wautier comes back to Valdez, but Hanako springboards up and FLIES INTO A DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO WAUTIER! BEAUTIFUL MOVE FROM NANAMI RIGHT THERE! Anna is out of it, and Hanako rolls away, quickly making a move to take advantage!

Flannery McCoy: Anna rises, and Hanako comes off the ropes, grabbing her by the head! ‘MAGENTA TWIST!’ THE SWINGING NECKBREAKER CONNECTS! WAUTIER GOT PLANTED RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Hanako crawls over, hooking the legs, she’s looking to end this one here!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: Wautier kicks out! Jamie is still clutching at her knee by the ropes, meanwhile Hanako looks to win this match for the team. She pulls Anna up to her feet and turns her around, looking to hook the arms! She wants that tiger suplex, but Anna is stalling it with all of her might! She squats down, and Hanako is forced to squat down with her, as both women battle for that potential match changing move!

Jake Mercer: She begins to scoop Anna up—no! Anna plants her feet onto the middle rope and she springboards off of them, landing behind Nanami! She leaps onto the shoulders of Nanami and drags her down with a POISON RANA! CHRIST! SPIKED HER RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! HANAKO IS OUT OF IT!

Flannery McCoy: And THAT was the opening Wautier needed! She works her way up to her feet and she picks Nanami up from the canvas! She grabs her wrist and traps the arm, heaving her up high in the air…!!! Nanami flails her legs desperately, but it’s no use as Wautier has full grasp over her! ‘LUMINARY!’ DROPPED HER RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! SHE BRIDGES INTO THE COVER!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: VALDEZ DIVES IN TO BREAK THE PIN! She starts throwing hammers down on Wautier! Wautier covers up, and Winona has seen enough! She immediately springs into action, diving right for Valdez! Both women start fighting in the ring while Wautier and Nanami are down!

Stew-O: They’re going back and forth with strikes! Jamie elbows Winona away, and she falls into the ropes! Valdez tries to send her out of the ring, but Hendrickson ducks underneath! Valdez goes full force into the ropes and she bounces off, turning to Winona who is already waiting on her…!!! KICK TO THE GUT!

Flannery McCoy: She hooks the head and scoops her up off of the mat! ‘WH-103!’ THE LIFTING DDT CONNECTS! DOWN GOES VALDEZ! Winona rises to her feet and goes to check on Wautier, but Nanami rises to her feet and she dropkicks Winona out of the ring! Anna begins to rise to her feet and she grabs Hanako, trying to lift her up! Nanami drops down and spins behind her! O’Connor Roll!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: Wautier kicks out, shoving Nanami to the ropes! BUT NANAMI SPRINGBOARDS UP JUST AS ANNA DOES THAT! ‘LOVE DELUXE!’ THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS, AND WAUTIER GETS PLANTED RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF HER SKULL! HANAKO ROLLS OVER AND SHE PINS HER!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTT–

Jake Mercer: WINONA YANKS NANAMI OUT OF THE RING! SHE TAKES HER BY THE WRIST AND PULLS HER INTO ‘MACH 3!’ THE LARIAT ON THE OUTSIDE! NANAMI IS DOWN, AND WINONA FALLS OVER AS WELL! Both women are hurting on the floor, and Winona makes her way up, trying to help her partner out…

Flannery McCoy: Valdez runs around and she shoves Winona into the steps! Hendrickson goes down, shoulder-first! Hendrickson holds at her shoulder in pain, and Jamie scoops Hanako up, throwing her into the ring. Hanako is deadweight, and Jamie rolls in. She doesn’t drag her to her corner to make the pass, though…

Stew-O: Jamie spots Anna beginning to rise to her feet, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer to capitalize! Anna slowly rises, and Jamie comes off the ropes! SHE FLOATS AROUND HER BODY! ‘TILT-A-WHIRL PRODIGY DESTRO—’ NO! WAUTIER HANGS ONTO THE LEGS OF VALDEZ! AND SHE SLAMS HER DOWN! ALABAMA SLAM!

Jake Mercer: Valdez wheezes out in pain, and she sits up off of the impact, clutching at her back… but that was the absolute worst decision she could’ve made! ‘TRUENO DESTRODA!’ THE RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TAKES VALDEZ OUT OF COMMISSION! She rolls over, holding her chest in agony! Nanami has no clue of where she’s at, and Wautier is about to take the win thanks to Winona’s assist!

Flannery McCoy: Wautier pulls Hanako up off of the mat, and she grabs that wrist, heaving her up off of the canvas! ‘MODERN TRAGEDY!’ THE WRIST CLUTCH OVERHEAD URANAGE! NANAMI JUST GOT SPIKED! AND WAUTIER HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here are your winners of this match, ANNA WAUTIER and WINONA HENDRICKSON!!

(Winona rolls into the ring, holding at her shoulder. Anna slowly makes her way up to her feet, and she nods to Winona, who gives her the assist that she needed to pick up the win. The referee hands Anna the New Breed Championship and as Winona approaches her, there is a clear sign of respect between the two future opponents.)

Stew-O: Big win for Wautier and Hendrickson, coming off of their respective victories at Territorial Invasion! Hendrickson took a nasty fall toward the end of the match there,but she sacrificed herself for Anna to pick up the win!

Flannery McCoy: And you can tell that Anna appreciates that. It’s going to be very interesting to see how things play out when these two women are on opposing sides, but I loved what I saw tonight from them.

Jake Mercer: I agree with you. The New Breed division is looking very strong right now, and it only continues from here, I would imagine!

(Friday Night Dynasty returns, as immediately, we’re met with the sounds of ‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again as the crowd erupts into boos. The camera goes over to show Chris Elite as he makes his way out, no Sterling Luxe this week, just himself. He has a poised expression on his face as he makes his way down the ramp.) 

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!! CHRIS ELITEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: We saw what transpired last week at Territorial Invasion. Dynasty’s Brand Warfare team was just not built to last, and Effy McAvoy’s elimination courtesy of Chris Elite and Daryl Kinkade might have been the thing that toppled the entire foundation.

Flannery McCoy: You can’t do it alone, and if your team isn’t playing nice, then that’s what you’re going to have to expect. The rest of them fought like hell, but in the end, it just wasn’t enough, and by the looks of things… it doesn’t seem like Chris Elite really cares.

Jake Mercer: You know why? Because he has a shot at the Interwire Championship that he’s waiting for! That takes priority above all else! But let’s see where his mind is at. 

(Chris makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone as ‘In Control’ begins to fade out. He then heads toward the center of the ring, taking a moment before beginning to speak.) 

Chris Elite: I don’t even need to talk about what happened at Brand Warfare, what do you expect? For the past couple of years it’s been proven to me that I can’t trust anyone in this business. Last season TLA stabbed me in the back because of a stupid ass loss and I have to watch him parade around a Championship that we should’ve had together if not for his delusion. And you expected me to trust the person holding the title I’m after and Daryl Kinkade’s bitchass? Fuck out of here. What’s done is done, and I don’t really give a fuck about losing Brand Warfare, it seems like it’s the only match that I’m ever in, so I’ll just join it next year and win it there instead with some actually decent teammates. What I’m focused on now is the Interwire Championship. 

(Chris pauses, looking out at the crowd before continuing on.) 

Chris Elite: I talked to Tyrone Montgomery, and after an unnecessary roadblock at Brand Warfare, which the more I think about it… was a complete waste of time. My match for the Interwire Championship that I earned is going to happen at House of Glass. And all I’ll say is about damn time. I am tired of the disrespect and bullshit from people who couldn’t even lace my boots, haven’t done half of what I’ve done, and aren’t even close to being as talented as I am. If Effy McAvoy really has a problem with what happened last week, then she’ll come out here right now and tell it to my face. She can tell it to the person who is going to win the Interwire Championship once again in his career, and continue a Hall of Fame legacy that was never put on halt in the first place for ANYBODY. 

(Chris lowers his microphone, but immediately as he pauses, ‘The Reckoning’ by Within Temptation begins to play up. The crowd gives a loud reaction as the camera goes over to Effy McAvoy storming out from the backstage area. The Interwire Champion has a displeased expression on her face as she makes a beeline toward the ring and her future challenger.) 

Stew-O: Well, it’s official. At House of Glass it will be Effy McAvoy defending her title against Chris Elite, and you can tell that the animosity is already through the roof with these two after what occurred.

Flannery McCoy: Chris allowed his ego to get in the way of his ambitions, and while that was his decision to make, it’s going to have a lot more ramifications if he decides to do that with that title on the line. Regardless, it remains to be seen how Effy feels about all of this.

Jake Mercer: I would be unhappy too! Look at what my own team did to me, dawg! I got hoed! 

(Effy made her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters into the ring, immediately storming over and snatching a microphone as ‘The Reckoning’ begins to come to a close. She turns around and approaches Chris, before she begins to speak.) 

Effy McAvoy: I’m not going to waste time with semantics, you and I both know why we’re here, so let’s talk about what happened. I thought that you were better than that Chris, the stunt that you and Daryl pulled. But it’s clear that you don’t care about winning more so about being petty. What does that say about you? 

Chris Elite: It says that I can do whatever the fuck I want, beloved. If you got a problem with that, then Effy, you’re not built for this, lil sis. 

Effy McAvoy: But I’m the one with the title. I’m the one who’s been able to say that I’ve had a career in recent memory to be proud of. All of this that you’re “proud” of has amounted to what? Failure? Losses? I don’t expect that to be much different considering what you did and what I expect you to do at House of Glass. Congratulations, you got your match, but are you ready for it? 

Chris Elite: Who are you to judge me? 

Effy McAvoy: Just because you’re a Hall of Famer doesn’t mean that you’re worth that much more than I am. I’ve been around Ahren Fournier enough to know the type of person that you are, and you are NOTHING like the GOAT. 

Chris Elite: Yeah, cuz I trust Ahren Fournier’s opinion. 

Effy McAvoy: It’s all going to come crashing down for you just like it always has in your career. Then what’s next? You’re going to go through the same vicious cycle that you went through last year? Spending the entirety of the season in a drought because you can’t back up what you’re saying? 

Chris Elite: You’ve got a whole lot of nerve tryna talk shit. Regardless of how it looks, regardless of what happened, it doesn’t change the fact that you were one of the first ones out. Someone who CLAIMED that she was the rightful Captain because she had that title around her waist allowed herself to be made a fool of by a bunch of bozos and two people who you deemed not worth your time. Like it or not, that says something about you, that puts something on you that you’re gonna have to recognize real quick, because it means that you’re not this dominant Champion that everyone makes you out to be, and I’m gonna be happy to be the one that exposed that. 

(Chris approaches Effy.) 

Chris Elite: What you thought was gonna happen… isn’t going to mean shit compared to reality. I’m gonna win the Interwire Championship again and there isn’t a damn thing that you’re gonna be able to do about it. 

(Effy continues to stare at Chris, allowing him to continue speaking.) 

Effy McAvoy: From what I saw of you, you let your emotions get in the way of everything that you’ve done this season. For the past year you’ve been nothing but a laughing stock, and instead of taking claims like that seriously, you let what happened at Brand Warfare happen and shoot yourself in the foot. Should I really be convinced that you’re ready for this title to be back around your waist? Or should I chalk it up to delusional confidence as many would expect out of you already. 

Chris Elite: Well, the last person who said that got embarrassed by me. So I think you can infer how House of Glass is going to go. 

???: ENOUGH OF THIS! 

Chris Elite: Oh brother.

(Chris rolls his eyes as he immediately recognizes whose voice that is, as the crowd goes into a frenzy for Daryl Kinkade who’s storming out from the backstage area.) 

Daryl Kinkade: If there’s anyone to blame for what happened last week at Territorial Invasion, it’s YOU, Chris! 

Chris Elite: Don’t you get tired of this? You deadass don’t have anything better to do right now? 

Daryl Kinkade: If you weren’t such a slimy bitch, then this wouldn’t be an issue right now. But I’ve had TWO things robbed from me because of you and something’s gotta give. Brand Warfare was due to you and your childish behavior, and I told you and the rest of the team that I would play nice as long as you did, and you chose the wrong decision. Now I have no reason to stand by your side anymore, nah, I’m just going to take your fucking head off. 

Chris Elite: I would love to see your skinny ass try, motherfucker. 

(Daryl slides into the ring and gets into the face of Chris.) 

Daryl Kinkade: Say that again and see where that gets you.

Chris Elite: I would love to see your skinny ass try, motherfucker.

(Daryl shoves Chris in the chest, as the two of them break off into incoherent arguing. Security is on standby, but before it can truly get heated and out of hand like people expect it to go…)

Effy McAvoy: I’ll face BOTH of you. 

(Chris and Daryl go silent, and immediately their heads turn toward the Champion, who seems to have had enough of this bickering between the two of them, seeing as this extends as far back as when the season began. At this point, something’s gotta give.)

Effy McAvoy: I’ve had enough of the two of you getting in my way because of your own issues, and if neither of you is going to solve it, then I will. Chris was the one who earned the opportunity, but if he thinks that he’s that much better than Daryl, then he’s going to accept this match without any fear that this is going to change anything. That we can finally put these issues to bed and we can all just move on. 

(Effy glares at both of them, Chris pondering to himself for a moment.)

Chris Elite: I don’t really give a fuck. I’ll beat both your asses if that’s what it takes to win that title. If you wanna add his dumbass, then so be it, if that’s what it’s gonna take to get off my dick. 

Daryl Kinkade: You got lucky, bruv. You KNEW that if you faced me in a wrestling ring, you would get eaten alive, but the circumstances allowed you to maneuver your way into a title match that you don’t deserve. 

(Daryl turns to look at Effy.)

Daryl Kinkade: I don’t feel right about this. I want you to know that. I didn’t earn this title win as Chris did, but that doesn’t make a difference. Because all that matters is that I make it there and I win the Interwire Championship. And that’s a reality that is growing closer and closer than you’d think. And Effy is right; we can all just move on knowing who was the better person in this situation, and that’s me. 

Chris Elite: Yo, shut up. 

Effy McAvoy: Then it’s official. At House of Glass, I’ll face both of you in a triple threat match. Chris is right; it won’t make a difference, because I’m going to win. I’ve had one of the most memorable reigns with this title in recent memory, and that’s not something that is put lightly on me. It’s something that I’ve earned, and it’s something that I will continue to earn no matter who I’m up against. And that, above all else, goes for both of you as well. 

(Effy drops her microphone down to the ground as ‘The Reckoning’ begins to play up. She turns around and begins to make her way out of the ring, heading up the ramp with the title around her shoulder. Chris and Daryl are both watching her leave before turning to glare at one another with pure hatred in their eyes. The last shot seen is Effy turning around on the stage, taking her Interwire Championship and raising it into the air, as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to black.)

(Backstage, the cameras cut to Michael Machina, who looks stone faced. By him is Michael Belfort, chief interviewer for EAW.)

Michael Belfort: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty. I am Michael Belfort, and with me is Michael Machina, who, last week, competed against Drake King for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. It was their first-ever singles encounter despite the year-long rivalry they’ve had on this brand stretching from the previous season, and in the end, Drake King was able to retain.

(The recap makes Machina’s scowl deepen.)

Michael Belfort: Michael, of course, we can… well, see evidently that you remain upset about that result, but as we shift away from Territorial Invasion, the simplest question everyone has for you is: what is next for you? Do you see to go after Drake again? Perhaps have some other motivations you wish to chase?

Michael Machina: … other motivations to chase?

(His brows furrow, and Belfort immediately blinks, getting a bit nervous.)

Michael Belfort: Not in that way, of course. All I’m asking is what do you plan on doing as we head to House of Glass?

Michael Machina: …

(Michael’s hands go to his hips, head slightly bowed. His shoulders tense up. Lips purse together.)

Michael Machina: Frankly? I don’t even know my damn self.

Michael Belfort: :lupe:

Michael Machina: That title… it was everything to me. I was so sure I could get it back and beat the breaks out of that piece of shit so that he could stop the God nonsense for good, but… look what happened. Look how I lost. And then, on top of that, the bastard thought that he was right; that his words had any merit when he is nothing more than a delusional jackass walking around as though he’s not. For an entire year, I have had to see, hear, and deal with him personally. He was a literal crashout, and then he wins at Pain for Pride by some sheer luck. Now, he gets to brag about how he beat me?

(He scoffs, shaking his head.)

Michael Machina: Fuck. That. I’m not gonna stand for it.

Michael Belfort: Well, are you going to get a rematch?

Michael Machina: A rematch?

(He snickers.)

Michael Machina: Well, Mike, that was in the cards, until a certain someone denied me of it because he said I earned my opportunity already and the main event is supposed to give someone else a chance to challenge for the title. “In the spirit of fairness and competition”, or whatever the fuck he said.

Michael Belfort: Wait, you mean the general manager? 

Michael Machina: Nah, friggin’ Santa Clause. Of course it was Tyrone! I went to his office and spoke with him directly but he blew me off. Meanwhile, any other tenured talent can cry, scream, fuss and whine about how they deserve their millionth title shot that they’re going to end up wasting and get it with no problem.

Michael Belfort: :lupe: !!

(The fans in the arena murmur, surprised by the revelation. However, Michael heaves out a deep sigh, running his hand along the top of his head.)

Michael Machina: … so, just like that? I can’t really come barreling in trying to save this brand; this show that I have helped shape into what it is today. My sweat, my blood, my tears don’t mean jack shit around here anymore. And the thing is, I’ve only been here for three years. I’m not some goddamn fossil. I am easily the greatest Elitist of this goddamn generation, but I guess because I’ve been more humble and tried to think above myself that it has gotten people confused about who I am. Or, more specifically, made them forget about what the fuck I can do. But, at least soon enough, they can be given a swift reminder of Michael Machina really is.

Michael Belfort: Ah, yes; on that note, you will be taking on AKIZA in just a few minutes. Do you have any direct thoughts on the match?

(Michael looks at him, and for a moment, he does not speak. That is, until he leans in, and his voice lowers slightly…)

Michael Machina: I’m just tryna win. No matter what.

(And with that, Michael heads off, sharp strides taken. From there, the shot fades elsewhere…)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(The settling crowd immediately popped to their feet when the opening notes of “Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep begin to echo out in the arena, cheering the arrival of Michael Machina as he emerged from the back. It was apparent he was favoring certain parts of his body, wearing the damage of his war with Drake King only a week removed from Territorial Invasion. Still, his face showed no weakness, beginning his march down to the ring.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first…from Brooklyn, New York…he is the New Legend…Michael Machina! 

Stew-O: Despite his best efforts, and they were some incredible efforts, Michael Machina has failed to capture the World Heavyweight Championship. It has to sting for him, but what may be stinging even more is the damage done to his arm and knee. Drake King put him through hell, and now he may have to be extra cautious tonight.

Flannery McCoy: If Michael Machina is one thing it ain’t cautious. Injured or not, he’s gonna trust his gut tonight and look to return to winning ways without much fuss. That’s just who he is. Physically he may be shaken up, but mentally he must be as focused as ever. 

(Michael moved up the steel steps and briefly paused on the apron before entering the ring, posing in the corner before settling against the turnbuckle, taking extra care to stretch out as he awaited his opponent, as Apostle’s Warning began to fade out. Replacing it was “Steel Haze (Where Truth Meets)” by Kota Hoshino. AKIZA soon emerged from the back as well, this time to a more mixed reaction as she started down the ramp.) 

Stephie Love: And his opponent…residing in London, England by way of Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan…’Queen Vermillion’ AKIZA! 

Stew-O: Few people had as electric a weekend as AKIZA, showing up in a huge way to overcome the odds and find victory in Divide & Conquer against a well oiled Team Voltage and experienced Team Showdown! Her demeanor and methods might not rub everyone the right way, but she’s more than earned her rising star status! 

Jake Mercer: She said it herself this week however, holding onto that momentum and making the most of it will be the biggest challenge, maybe an even bigger challenger than winning the match itself, and who is a worse immediate step up in class to face than Michael Machina? And worse than that, a MAD Michael Machina.

(AKIZA slowly moved into the ring, slinking into the opposite corner to swiftly stretch out, keeping her eyes on Michael Machina across from her as the referee signaled for the bell.) 

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: And we are off! Both elitists move out of the corner in stereo, tracking the other as they circle the center of the ring! AKIZA sends out a prodding hand first, just looking to test the guard of Michael Machina, but he is not the kind of competitor who will sit on the defensive!

Flannery McCoy: He shoots forward, looking for a waistlock, but AKIZA is quick to slip around his grip, taking control of the waist and uses the momentum to push Machina forward, into the ropes, maybe thinking of using the momentum to roll him back-! But Machina holds onto the top rope! 

Jake Mercer: AKIZA rolls back onto her neck and through to her feet, facing Machina as he turns and rushes forward with a clothesline! No, AKIZA ducks out of the way, pulling on Michael’s tights to pull him towards the center of the ring for a roll-up! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!

Stew-O: Not even a one count! He pops right back out and leans forward as AKIZA returns to her feet, immediately firing off with a thrust kick! Machina has the wherewithal to lean back, grabbing the ankle of AKIZA as he begins to roll back, holding onto the foot as he grabs the other, now looking to deadlift AKIZA off the mat! 

Flannery McCoy: And he does so! Machina lifts AKIZA all the way up into a powerbomb position, but he’s not done readjusting, using one hand to prop up the leg while the other repositions AKIZA, lifting her sky high with a brainbuster! He’s looking for Skullpiercer! 

Jake Mercer: A quick wiggle of the legs is enough to delay it though, and AKIZA takes the opportunity to slip out again, pushing herself out of Machina’s grip to land behind him! Machina looks to turn, BUT AKIZA SENDS A STOMP INTO THE BACK OF THE KNEE! 

Stew-O: We knew that AKIZA was going to exploit every damaged piece of Machina there is, and she’s ready to start in the opening exchange! Machina wavers for a second as AKIZA backs up, taking a run up as she sends her boot into the air, looking to drop it into the top of Michael’s head! RED HOT DEVIATION! 

Flannery McCoy: Avoided! Machina leans his head back, barely avoiding the boot of AKIZA, and he pops right to his feet with the window of opportunity before him! AKIZA leans back, ready to send a shoot kick to the chest of Machina, and it connects, properly leveling the chest of Machina—WHAT?! 

Jake Mercer: HE JUST RUN THROUGH THE KICK! LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN HE SHRUGGED IT OFF AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AS AKIZA CAN ONLY SPIN AROUND TO ADDRESS HER OPPONENT AS HE PICKS UP TONS OF SPEED! 

Stew-O: He takes a run towards the center of the ring and AKIZA, but she’s prepared for him and side steps, firing another shoot kick to the torso of Michael! He slows for a moment…BEFORE SPEEDING UP AGAIN, HITTING THE ROPES A SECOND TIME! THIS TIME AKIZA IS GONNA HAVE TO ADDRESS HIM DIRECTLY! MONEY SHOT! 

Flannery McCoy: AKIZA FLOATS OVER, HOOKING BOTH ARMS OF MACHINA AND DRAGS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A BACKSLIDE! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Jake Mercer: NOT EVEN CLOSE!

Stew-O: BUT AKIZA MAINTAINS WRIST CONTROL AS THE KICK OUT SENDS MACHINA ROLLING ONTO HIS KNEES! AKIZA HAS HIM RESTRAINED AND STEPS FORWARD! ARONDIGHT!!!

Flannery McCoy: AVOIDED AT THE LAST SECOND! MACHINA LEANS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE, LEAVING THE KNEE OF AKIZA TO CONNECT WITH AIR AS HE BREAKS OFF WRIST CONTROL, FREEING HIMSELF AS AKIZA STUMBLES PAST HIM! SHE TURNS ON A DIME TO FACE HIM BUT HE’S OFF ALREADY OFF TO THE RACES! 

Jake Mercer: ALL SHE CAN DO IS TURN FULLY AND FACE HIM AS HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO THE AIR WITH THE BULLET FROM HELL!!! 

Stew-O: AKIZA DIVES OUT OF THE WAY, BARELY AVOIDING DISASTER AS SHE ROLLS UNDER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE! Man that was close! There may not be another elitist alive who is as explosive as Michael Machina. He’s the kind of competitor who continually impresses you with how much greater his physical abilities are than his contemporaries! 

Flannery McCoy: Machina slides back to his feet, resting his arm on the middle rope as AKIZA takes a breath and takes stock against the apron, keeping her eyes glued to her opponent after such a breakneck exchange! It’s a tall order to ask a New Breed to try and keep up with Michael Machina, but she’s done well so far to keep things at a level pace, but whether she can keep that pace up is another question entirely. 

Jake Mercer: This is a far more daunting opponent than AKIZA has ever had to beat before, and she’s taking the proper amount of caution to handle it so far. She slowly moves back onto the apron, keeping her gaze on Machina across the ring as she inches through the ropes, back into the ring. 

Stew-O: Michael takes the down time to readjust his knee pad, not in the mood to give AKIZA a free target in this matchup. Both are back on their feet and ready to resume this match, marching into the center of the ring for the reset, and AKIZA is back to prodding with the arm.

Flannery McCoy: AKIZA is still trying to be proactive here, not wanting to be at the mercy of Michael’s strength and pace, BUT HE TAKES THE MATCH INTO HIS OWN HANDS IMMEDIATELY! HE LOWERS HIS SHOULDER AND CHARGES AKIZA BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER, SLAMMING HER AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE! 

Jake Mercer: And that’s not all! He controls the waist as he backs away from the corner, and tosses AKIZA right over the top and to the center of the mat with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! AKIZA rolls away, holding her back as Michael rolls to his feet! 

Stew-O: He’s the favorite for a reason! Mike takes his time in rising to his feet, walking after AKIZA who is using the middle rope for support, but he grabs the waist again, looking for a stiff German suplex! AKIZA is dropped again, rolling onto her stomach as Michael takes a moment to settle.

Flannery McCoy: No one said this would be easy. Even with a little damage lingering from Territorial Invasion, he is just as lethal as ever, and AKIZA is getting her welcome to the EAW moment tonight! She’s remaining stubborn, pushing onto her feet, and rushing at Michael with a lariat, but he’s on top of it, lowering his shoulder and lifting AKIZA up and into the air with a big back body drop! 

Jake Mercer: He got some crazy height with that one! And this time he’ll decide to drop into the cover, hooking the inside leg! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: Kick out! Emphatic but you can tell AKIZA is struggling to keep up with the offense on display by Michael Machina. She may be out of her depth tonight, but she’s refusing to say die just yet, and she may have to rely on that counter-based wrestling of hers to squeak a win out.

Flannery McCoy: We’ll have to see how she changes her approach, but Michael Machina doesn’t seem to be slowing down at this stage, returning to his feet in an instant, grasping the wrist of AKIZA as he pulls her to her feet, then up into the Gorilla press position! He’s got Heat’s Descent on the mind, but AKIZA is struggling up there!

Jake Mercer: She keeps a hold of the arm of Michael Machina, sending a slap to the point of the elbow just to try and weaken Machina’s grip, and it does! Michael wavers for just a moment, and AKIZA lands on her feet, catching him on the follow-through with a sharp back elbow to the side of the head! And a sharp kick to the side of the knee brings Michael Machina down to one knee! 

Stew-O: AKIZA spots the positioning of Michael Machina and takes hold, placing him in a front facelock and pulls him to his feet, snapping back and planting Machina with a DDT! It’s not enough to justify making a pinfall attempt, but it’s enough to take a breather and take stock of the match so far and plan out the rest of this run.

Flannery McCoy: Back on her feet, AKIZA measures her options as she looks at the field. Her gaze settles on the corner, then turning to Machina who she immediately moves towards, helping him to his feet before laying in with an overhand chop! Machina stays still as AKIZA grabs the arm and look to whip him across the ring, but Machina holds on, keeping his feet bolted to the ring! 

Jake Mercer: AKIZA raises her free hand and breaks the grip of the both of them, sending Machina’s arm down before LAYING IN WITH A STIFF FOREARM! That one landed flush, and Machina almost lost a step, giving AKIZA the opportunity to grab the arm and Irish whip him to the corner once and for all! Machina hits the corner and AKIZA follows through with a running big boot, sliding it across the face of Machina! 

Stew-O: She’s building some momentum late now, not looking to step off the peddle for one second as she rushes across the ring, hitting the opposite corner before running back across at Machina with another boot—CAUGHT! 

Flannery McCoy: Machina rushes out to meet her, pivoting and throwing AKIZA up and onto the top turnbuckle, followed by a big overhand right to stun her on the top! AKIZA leans back, dazed by the shot as Machina backs up a bit, and this crowd is lifting as he prepares for something insane! 

Jake Mercer: HE RUNS UP AND LEAPS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, SHOWING ONE OF THE CRAZIEST VERTICALS YOU’LL EVER SEE! HE DOESN’T WASTE A MOTION UP THERE, LIFTING OFF AGAIN FOR A FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP ROPE! 

Stew-O: MACHINA FALLS—

Flannery McCoy: BUT AKIZA HANGS ON!

Jake Mercer: AKIZA HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES, KEEPING HERSELF BOLTED TO THE TOP AS MACHINA FALLS ONTO HIS KNEES, AND HE’S IMMEDIATELY FEELING IT, TRYING TO GET BACK UP BUT FORCED TO STAY DOWN MOMENTARILY! AKIZA SEES HER OPPORTUNITY NOW THOUGH! 

Stew-O: HE STANDS TALL AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR, CONNECTING WITH A DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MACHINA STAYS ON ONE KNEE, HOLDING HIS HEAD AS AKIZA LANDS ON HER FEET, TURNING TO MACHINA!

Flannery McCoy: SHE BACKS UP A STEP BEFORE RUNNING FORWARD, SWINGING HER BOOT IN THE AIR BEFORE BRINGING IT DOWN ON THE CROWN OF MACHINA’S HEAD! RED. HOT. DEVIATION! 

Jake Mercer: AND SHE FALLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE OUTSIDE LEG!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!

Stew-O: NO! MACHINA STILL POWERS OUT! THAT AXE KICK LANDED FLUSH BUT MACHINA IS JUST TOO TOUGH, KEEPING HIMSELF ALIVE, AND ALREADY BEGINS TO MOVE TO HIS FEET! AKIZA NEEDS TO CAPITALIZE NOW!

Flannery McCoy: AKIZA rolls to the corner, pulling herself up with the help of the ropes as she keeps her gaze glued to Machina in the center of the ring! She looks down and begins to pull the knee pad down to her boot, revealing the best weapon available! She stands tall, making sure to complete every step in her head first as Machina rises to one knee at the perfect moment! She rushes forward!

Jake Mercer: ARONDIGHT!

Stew-O: SPINEBUSTER!!!

Flannery McCoy: CAUGHT WITH A SPINEBUSTER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! MACHINA’S EXPLOSIVITY DEFIES LOGIC ONCE AGAIN, AND HE IS FURIOUS! LOOK AT HIS FACE RIGHT NOW, ON THE VERGE OF DESTROYING EVERYONE IN THE VICINITY! THE ANGER THAT HAS BEEN FESTERING FOR MANY WEEKS NOW HAS NOT SUBSIDED! HELL, IT MAY HAVE EVEN GOTTEN WORSE AFTER HIS LOSS TO DRAKE KING! 

Jake Mercer: CONJECTURE ASIDE, MACHINA IS REFUSING TO SLOW DOWN, RISING TO HIS FEET AND CALLING FOR THE END! WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT! WE KNOW WHAT FOLLOWS THAT SPINEBUSTER! A DAZED AKIZA IS BROUGHT UP AND PUT IN POSITION! HERE IT COMES, THE .50 CAL!

Stew-O: AKIZA STILL FIGHTS ON, DRIVING A 12-TO-6 ELBOW INTO THE DOME OF MICHAEL MACHINA, FORCING HIM TO FALTER AND DROP HER TO THE GROUND! AKIZA STUMBLES TO HER FEET, LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE-!

Flannery McCoy: A ONE STEP LARIAT BY MACHINA LAYS HER OUT! HE IS ONE STEP AHEAD AND ABSOLUTELY PULVERIZED HER WITH THAT LARIAT! THE MOMENTUM ALMOST CARRIED HER BACK TO HER FEET, UNCONSCIOUSLY CRAWLING TO THE CORNER AS MACHINA HITS THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH AN IMMENSE FURY!

Jake Mercer: HE’S HUFFING AND PUFFING, LOOKING MORE LIKE A MONSTER THAN A MAN AS HE MEASURES AKIZA! SHE HAD BETTER SNAP OUT OF THIS QUICKLY, AND MACHINA LOOKS PRIMED AND POISED TO CUT HER DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL, AND I DON’T THINK SHE CAN GET UP FROM THIS ONE! 

Stew-O: SHE’S UP TO HER FEET, AND AKIZA CAN ONLY TURN AROUND AND FACE HER DOOM AS MACHINA ROCKETS OUT OF THE CORNER! THE BULLET FROM HELL CONNECTS!

Flannery McCoy: WHAT?!

Jake Mercer: SWORD CUTLAS! SWORD CUTLAS CONNECTS! AKIZA FEINTS THE BIG BOOT AND SWINGS WILDLY WITH THE BACK ELBOW, CATCHING MICHAEL RIGHT OVER THE EAR, CRASHING INTO HIS SKULL! MACHINA IS ON JELLY LEGS AS AKIZA STANDS HER GROUND IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! 

Stew-O: MACHINA, IN A WILD DAZE, FALLS AGAINST THE ROPES, BOUNCING OFF OF THEM…OH MY GOD! HE PICKS UP SPEED OFF THE ROPES! 

Flannery McCoy: BULLET FROM HELL!!!

Jake Mercer: IT CONNECTS! HE FIGHTS OUT OF THE DAZE FROM THE SWORD CUTLAS TO CUT AKIZA IN HALF WITH THE BULLET FROM HELL! COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED, THIS ONE’S OVER! MACHINA HOOKS THE LEG! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(The crowd erupts with cheers as Machina rolls off her, with “Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep resumes. Machina rubs his jaw as he moves to the ropes, getting back on his feet as the referee rushes to raise his hand.)

Stephie Love: YOUR WINNER…MICHAEL MACHINA! 

Stew-O: A decisive win for Michael Machina in need of a reset after his close loss at Territorial Invasion. He came here to put himself right back in the conversation for the best on Dynasty and he did so emphatically, knocking down a New Breed with a lot of momentum at her back! 

Flannery McCoy: AKIZA put up an excellent fight to even keep up with Machina for so long, but in the end his explosivity was just too much to handle. It’s not a loss to be mad at, but that just shows the level of intensity and ability between Machina and the average elitist! 

(Machina rolls under the ropes after ripping away from the referee, frustration still staining his face as he sits on the apron, running his hands over his face, his arms shaking as his nails dig into the apron. An official moves over to check on him, but he is quick to brush him off, dropping off the apron and walking off, leaving the ring as the match comes to a close and Dynasty transitions elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for House of Glass.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades to a panning view of the EAW Universe live in attendance before ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers to monumental boos. Drake King sauntered out from behind the stage curtains, World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist, with an infuriatingly smug expression plastered across his face; he spreads his arms out wide at the center of the stage, basking in his own divinity, before making his way down the ramp towards the ring.)

Stephie Love: PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME… He is the World Heavyweight Champion, ‘Our Father, who art in Heaven’, DRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

(Drake King calmly stepped into the ring, clasping a microphone in his hand, and waited for his theme song to fade; as it did, the only volume that remained was the booing of the fans. Drake did not look surprised, nor did he look perturbed; God has grown accustomed to the subjects of his savior’s mission to return his ‘magnanimity’ with disdain. He simply waited for them to tire themselves out before he began to speak.)

Drake King: Worry not… I forgive you all. The relentless anger you all display towards me, it is not altogether surprising with the likes of Michael Machina becoming the fixture that he has. But before tonight’s main event begins, I am here for a reason… I tell you the truth, I am here to impart a lesson upon you all, whether you are willing to accept it in the present or in the future.

Drake King: This is a lesson that I have tried to teach everyone for quite some time, but the events of Territorial Invasion have only served to reinforce my point. Anger is a blindfold; it is a vice that a sinner like Machina would happily tie around his own eyes, only to curse the rest of us for the world being so dark. A man consumed with wrath only ever has vision for one thing, and it is the subject of his hatred; he locks onto it and marches forth, completely unaware that he’s walking off the edge of a cliff. Then when he falls off, he’ll convince himself that the wind he feels pelting his face is a sign that he’s getting closer to his goal.

(Drake King shakes his head, pitying Machina.)

Drake King: I did tell him, just as I’ve told all of you. I told him plainly, publicly, and explicitly about the error of his ways, and I did so with far more kindness than he deserved. You can lead a horse to the water but you cannot teach it to drink… you cannot teach it that dehydrating yourself out of spite is the epitome of folly.

Drake King: He did not listen, for his ears were consumed with his own deafening roars. Everything he did to me leading up to Territorial Invasion, every word that came out of his mouth, it was all derived from acts of anger. The biggest demonstration of this is when he put his hands on Mark Abraham, someone who absolutely should not have been touched in the slightest. The question to be asked is… how did Machina benefit from indulging in the sin of wrath?

Drake King: He did not benefit at all. No redemption from Pain for Pride, no vengeance against the God he heretically proclaims to be delusional, and not the World Heavyweight Championship. All he earned himself was his own downfall, just as I promised him; I told him this was not going to work out, and it did not. I told him he would receive retribution for his sins, and he did. Now he is left right back at square one, forced to confront himself as to where it all went wrong as he tries to dig himself out of the rubble he brought upon himself.

Drake King: How sorrowful; it did not have to end this way if he had just opened his mind and heart to God. He could have been working on making the world a better place by making HIMSELF better, but at the end of the day, he simply did not want to get better. Vengeance was too heavy a burden for a simple man like Machina to have carried, and that is why he crumbled beneath its weight; leave the righteous retaliation to God’s judgement, Machina, for only He can avoid letting rage and anger consume His path.

Drake King: No matter how much the sinners of the world have tried to stack the deck against God, I have not lost my composure, I have never allowed emotions to lead me astray from the righteous path, and above all else I have not succumbed to temptation. I have remained the calmest man in the building, for such is the nature of God. What I enact in the ring is not the sin of wrath, but judgement. God’s judgement is absolute and unerring.

Drake King: Have I imparted the necessity of listening to and obeying God well enough tonight? I hope so, because I now relay this message to the rest of the Dynasty roster. Listen very carefully to me; my benevolence does not extend to those that have erred to the point of ending up in the ring against me, and certainly not when you come with greed and envy in your heart for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Drake King: The Eternal Above spreads wide its arms, opening itself to those who pursue a better world with sincerity in their hearts; there is where you will find my benevolence, for all who have felt maligned by this world in desperate need of a savior. You can be given a loving home with forgiveness, if only you have the humility to believe in God and do what is needed.

Drake King: I say this… and yet, I must think to myself whether it is even worthwhile for anyone to think they can strike me down in pursuit of the World Heavyweight Championship. It has been nearly four months since Pain for Pride took place, and to my grave disappointment, my eyes can only see turmoil, anxiety, and anger reflected back when I gaze upon the roster. More than that; in this tempest of negativity, I see a primary cause being the incompetence of Tyrone Montgomery who has only served to stoke the fires of disarrayment.

Drake King: Week after week, this roster consumes itself in the seemingly perpetual throes of sin and suffering, so WHERE, amidst it all, will there emerge someone who could even dare to think of striking at God? Those who can hardly sleep at night because they remain busy counting all who have wronged them? Those who spend every waking hour at another’s throat in an attempt to get ahead and put others down? All I see are more Michael Machinas who run headfirst into despair, with Tyrone doing more to exacerbate the issue than resolve it.

Drake King: Of course, God knew from the very start that Tyrone was ill-equipped for the position that he has been inserted into; I always know from long before. Such is the nature of omniscience. It is reassuring, though, to see that the rest of the world is finally starting to catch up on what I have already held to be a self-evident truth. I never had an ounce of respect for him and I never pretended otherwise.

(It has been quite a bit of gloomy talk thus far, but suddenly, a serene smile appeared on God’s face as he spread out one of His arms with the other still holding the microphone up to His mouth.)

Drake King: BUT. Hear me now, all of you, and hear me well. God implores you to ignore and reject the temptation to resign yourself to this despair; throw such thoughts away, and replace them with unfettered and unadulterated FAITH! Do not hold fear for the state of the world, for faith in God will bring you salvation. I am – as I always have been – working tirelessly to make the world a better place, and all I require from my people is undying faith.

Drake King: The main event resides just around the corner, and it is designed to designate the next individual who will challenge God. In other words, whoever emerges victorious will become imbued with the very transgression that Machina received judgement for; that is, if any of the competitors are worthy to secure such a victory in the first place. It does not matter at the end of the day; all that matters is the Father, who keeps His arms outstretched, awaiting you all to embrace him and the truth once and for all.

(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers upon that statement, with Drake King outstretching his other arm and once again simply basking in his divinity whilst being pelted with unyielding boos from the EAW Universe. The video feed lingered on the scene before fading to black.)

(A commercial plays for Control: Resonant, featuring Jon Kelton.)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Razorface’ by Celldweller can be heard across the speakers as the audience allows for their mixed reactions to be heard, with David Gideon Smith emerging from the back. His face remains obstructed from view with his cloak, as he methodically paces down the ramp with his gaze set toward the ring.) 

Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 245 pounds… ‘THE SOVEREIGN’, DAVID GIDEOOOOOOOOOOOON SMITH!!! 

Stew-O: David Gideon Smith has remained an elitist to watch out for in this season, as he has been frequenting competition against all kinds of facets across EAW, conquering many in order to find himself with this opportunity here to challenge Drake King! 

(‘The End’ by the Doors can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as Yanni Killebrew makes his way out from the back and to the ramp, as the audience responds in mixed responses while he steadies his focus on the ring, walking down the ramp soon after.) 

Stephie Love: And his opponent! From Woodstock, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds… ‘THE BASILICK KING’, YANNIIIIIIIIII KILLEBREW!!! 

Flannery McCoy: Yanni has quite the opportunity for himself to garner here in a big way! To be able to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship this early on would make plenty of good on his path toward pushing himself all the more! 

(‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience responds receptively well for NICK, who is able to emerge nodding along to his music subtly as he is confident as ever, trekking down the ramp.) 

Stephie Love: And their opponent! From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 pounds… THE PUNISHER, NIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!! 

Jake Mercer: And look at this dude right here! Just exuding all of the confidence in the world ahead of what can be the biggest opportunity of his own career! If he can make the most out of this, he finds himself with a title match that’ll give him all of the potential to explore! 

(DING! DING! DING!) 

Stew-O: And we’re off! Triple threat action is officially underway as we have the #1 Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! NICK, Yanni Killebrew & David Gideon Smith all squaring off right here—AS YANNI SPRAWLS THROUGH WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! NICK is sent spiralling through the ropes & onto the ringside floor! Killebrew is quickly motioning upward as now David finds himself wide eyed, looking toward Yanni with quickness as he’s now rushing forward with every sense of taking Yanni down as he seeks out this BOOT—

Flannery McCoy: YANNI DUCKS UNDER THE BOOT! David is keeping himself steady as he catches himself at the ropes, quickly turning back around AS YANNI LANDS A STRONG EUROPEAN UPPERCUT AGAIN! Now David is rocked into the corner, with Yanni refusing to let up from here, as each and every single forearm is sprawling into David with as much pressure as he can possibly put behind each strike! David is able to use his own size to his advantage as he shoves Yanni back, causing Yanni to motion back while refusing to slow down, rushing back toward David! 

Jake Mercer: BEFORE NICK MOTIONS TOWARD YANNI WITH A SPINNING BACK ELBOW! Yanni is caught off guard as he falters down, clutching his own head as NICK is now turning himself toward David, refusing to let up in his own right as he’s now rushing ahead for a LEAPING ELBOW SMASH INTO THE CORNER—BUT DAVID IS ABLE TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! NICK 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 DAVID HOISTS NICK UP & INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! NICK 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 David keeping himself ready as NICK is now dazed while motioning on over to the corner. David follows him right to the corner, and he doesn’t seem to be refraining from all of the pressure, as a MASSIVE PUNT across the abdomen is sent into NICK! And another kick! And another one! David is not here to let up, keeping the kicking all the more of a problem for NICK here as he does not look to be letting up for a second! 

Flannery McCoy: As Gideon Smith 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 NICK SUDDENLY PULLS DAVID INTO THE CORNER, AND NAILS BODY BLOWS!!! David felt every single bit of each punch! NICK is now mounting up all the more, as more hooks follow suit! And another jab!!! Another hook!!! David is being placed in the worst of it here, as NICK is just not looking to relent for all that it’s possibly worth, Gideon Smith remaining backed up in the corner! 

Jake Mercer: AS YANNI NAILS A LEAPING ELBOW STRIKE OF HIS OWN!!! NICK IS SENT INTO GIDEON SMITH!!! NICK & David 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! Yanni is now motioning through the ropes, refusing to let up as both men are teetering while Killebrew knows that he has his opportunity to dish out some serious damage right now, BEFORE MOTIONING TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Stew-O: WITH ‘LEAP OF FAITH’ ONTO DAVID!!! NICK EVADES DISASTER IN TIME!!! David is immediately clutching onto his own face as he rolls himself out of the ring, with Yanni pushing himself  back up while NICK is trying to recover as quickly as possible! But Yanni has his eyes set back onto NICK, nodding to himself as he knows that he’s in control for the moment, looking to maintain said control as he’s now rushing back toward NICK with just as much HE CAN TO NAIL THE ‘AFTERIMAGE’ BOOT—

Flannery McCoy: NICK SIDESTEPS—AND THE HEAD & SHOULDERS SUPLEX SPIKES YANNI DOWN!!! Yanni felt every single bit of that as his head whipped downward following the impact of the suplex, dropping himself down against the corner of the ring while NICK is now treading away, glaring toward Yanni while he’s down as he looks to place all of the pressure back in his direction! NICK is now rushing himself forward while Yanni is unable to get himself out of the way! 

Jake Mercer: AS THE MUDHOLE STOMPS ARE TEEING OFF ONTO YANNI’S CHEST!!! The wind is getting knocked out of Yanni’s sails here as he’s now trailing away, trying to get himself back together as he doesn’t want to stay down for long while NICK is able to keep himself mobile! NICK is now nodding to himself, seeing that Yanni is heaving & grabbing onto the rope to try to pull himself back up, as NICK is rushing the ropes, and now RUSHING BACK TOWARD HIS FOR OWN RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!! 

Stew-O: YANNI MOVES—AND DAVID CATCHES NICK WITH AN OPEN PALM STRIKE OVER HIS NECK FROM THE APRON!! NICK is staggered against the ropes after Yanni was able to move out of the way from disaster on both ends, with David now keeping himself on the apron as he takes a hold of NICK’s hair… AND NOW IS ABLE TO DELIVER SNAKE EYES RIGHT OVER THE ROPES!! NICK remains in a state of disarray while David is motioning himself through the ropes—

Flannery McCoy: SPINNING ELBOW FROM YANNI CATCHES DAVID WHILE HE TRIED GOING THROUGH THE ROPES!! David is in his own state of flux here as Yanni 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 he’s now able to spike David’s skull into the canvas with a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!! David crumples down onto the mat while clutching onto his skull, rolling himself away as Yanni is now eyeing NICK, looking to garner some get back here from the suplex! 

Jake Mercer: AS HE APPLIES THE CROSSFACE!!! NICK IS BEING KEPT AT BAY HERE! Yanni 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. Yanni can hold onto this for as long as he would like, with NICK not being given any room to breathe let alone try to move for himself, this may turn out rather ugly for him sooner rather than later if this persists! BUT NOW DAVID IS RUSHING FORWARD WITHOUT SLOWING DOWN! 

Stew-O: AS YANNI EVADES A RUNNING BOOT! Yanni motioned away as he let go of NICK, who’s clutching onto his own jaw while David is turning back toward Yanni Killebrew—WHO DROPS HIM WITH A POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ACROSS THE JAW! David drops to a knee as now Yanni is able to get himself  going all the more, rushing past David & toward the ropes, LOOKING FOR THE LARIAT TO FOLLOW UP—

Flannery McCoy: DAVID CAUGHT HIS ARM AND SPINS HIM AROUND—BEFORE SPIKING HIM ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING SPINEBUSTER FOR HIS TROUBLES!!! David is able to get himself back around in this match, now motioning himself over toward Yanni, as he seems to be signalling for the moment to come! David has taken himself to the corner… As he’s lying in wait, looking to garner the measure necessary as he’s not looking to slow himself down here…

Jake Mercer: As he steadies up, before looking to rush himself toward Yanni, as he wants the ‘BLACK BLADE’—NICK BEAMS OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE THAT TAKES DAVID DOWN! David is immediately knocked for a loop as now NICK is pushing himself upward, nodding to himself vigorously as he understands how there will be plenty of more from where that came from! NICK is now dragging David upward, and not looking to slow himself down, AS HE INITIATES THE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!!

Stew-O: AND TAKES HIM DOWN!!! IMMENSE STRENGTH—BUT YANNI POUNCES ONTO NICK! Yanni is sending repeated elbows, refusing to be caught by any means as NICK is trying to ensure that there’s no way for Killebrew to break him down, AS NICK SENDS AN ELBOW ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF YANNI!! Yanni grits his teeth in response, as NICK is now pulling him directly into place—WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX RIGHT ONTO DAVID!!! Yanni clutches onto his abdomen as David is laid out, with NICK hooking the leg on David! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT ENOUGH! David kicks out—AS NICK IS QUICK ON THE ATTACK! He’s sending repeated elbows across the back of Gideon Smith’s head while he’s simply trying to pull himself back up! NICK is refusing to relent back from here, sending the forearms with as much force as he can while David is backed up against the ropes! Gideon Smith will have to resort to quite the much needed risk here if he wants to get himself out of this—AS NICK IS NOW LOOKING TO CLOTHESLINE DAVID—

Jake Mercer: SMITH DUCKS AS NICK TURNS BACK AROUND—AND DAVID TACKLES NICK 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 either of them if they can’t recover quickly enough, as now both David & NICK are finding their way through the daze that they must both be feeling! Nothing to hold back from as David sends a KNEE across his abdomen! 

Stew-O: NICK returns fire with an emphatic ELBOW across his jaw!!! David 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 YANNI CAN BE SEEN SPRAWLING THROUGH! 

Flannery McCoy: WITH A SUICIDE DIVE ONTO BOTH MEN!!!! YANNI JUST DOVE ONTO THEM WITHOUT MUCH AVAIL!!! They’re all down as Yanni is able to get himself moving again, seeing that he has much of the adrenaline now running through him without a hitch! Yanni is taking a hold of NICK, and he’s pushing him back into the ring as now he knows not to slow down from here! NICK is staggering around! 

Jake Mercer: NICK 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 Yanni seems to have other plans in mind here, looking to make all of this count in turn by rushing toward him—WITH THE ‘AFTERIMAGE’ NOW LANDING FLUSH ACROSS NICK’S TEMPLE!!! Yanni is quick to hook the leg as the referee is now counting away!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: NICK KICKS OUT—WHICH LEADS TO YANNI APPLYING THE CROSSFACE!!!! Yanni is taking no chances tonight!!! NICK is trapped in the submission as he’s struggling to get himself together after just being able to kick out! Killebrew is trying to make the most out of this as NICK 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 Yanni is refusing to let go! he’s trying to keep NICK trapped in as much of the pain as it’ll take to ensure that he can walk out of this with a secured win under his own mantle! NICK is trying to move despite being trapped, despite being unable to pry Yanni away in this moment where each second is ticking down—

Jake Mercer: ‘TILL DAVID IS RIPPING YANNI AWAY FROM NICK—AND HE PLANTS HIM DOWN WITH FORCE THROUGH AN ‘ENDBRINGER’!!! THE BACKBREAKER!!! GIDEON SMITH COVERS FROM THERE!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: NO! NOT ENOUGH!!! David is trying to keep himself steady as he’s now rising back upward, taking a hold of Yanni 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 push the pace as much as he can IS HE IS LOOKING FOR THE ‘SOVEREIGN’ GANSO—

Flannery McCoy: YANNI ROLLS DAVID DOWNWARD WITH AN ARM DRAG TO HALT THE STALL! David 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 Yanni and LOOKING TO SWING—

Jake Mercer: YANNI DUCKS UNDER—AND INTO A LARIAT FROM NICK!!! YANNI IS TURNED INSIDE OUT AS HE ROLLS AWAY! NICK TURNS TOWARD DAVID AND LOOKS FOR SPINNING ELBOW—WITH DAVID DUCKING THE SWING AS THEY ARE EACH MOTIONING AHEAD OF ONE ANOTHER!!! 

Stew-O: BACK TOWARD ONE ANOTHER—AS NICK CATCHES HIM WITH A LEG LARIAT!!!! David Gideon Smith is down!! NICK is now motioning himself over, nodding to himself as he’s taking a strong grasp of his arms here, as he’s looking to mount up with the ‘STOMP THE STUPID OUT’!!! REPEATED STOMPS FIRING DOWN INTO DAVID AS HE HAS NO WAY OUT OF THE PRESSURE! NICK IS SIMPLY FIRING AWAY! He could be motioning closer to the victory here! 

Flannery McCoy: And Yanni is stirring as NICK lets go, with David wiping the blood away from his lip with a steady grin! He’s seemingly welcoming all of the pressure here as he is nodding to the force being put out by NICK! He’s egging him on! And now NICK seems to be inclined to continue, as he wants to win this just as much as and then some for the chance to become Number One Contender! NICK IS LOOKING TO INVOKE AS MUCH WITH ‘SPINBACK—

Jake Mercer: WHAT THE HELL?!?!? 

(The audience is rather shocked as a swarm of uniquely robed, masked men storm the arena, sprawling across the environment from the ramp to the barricades, as cameramen and officials are motioning away whine they make their targets known.) 

Stew-O: THESE ARE THE FOLLOWERS OF DRAKE KING! THEY ARE ALL EQUIPPED WITH THE WEARS THAT ARE ONLY ASSOCIATED WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND THEY SEEM TO BE TARGETING YANNI AT RINGSIDE, BEATING HIM DOWN IN MASS! 

Flannery McCoy: NO! NICK IS TRYING TO KNOCK A GOON OFF FROM THE APRON—BUT HE’S THEN TACKLED DOWN BY AT LEAST FOUR MORE! BEING BEATEN DOWN BY THE MANY THAT ARE JUST SWARMING HIM!!! 

Jake Mercer: AND THEY SEEMINGLY DRAG DAVID OUT OF THE RING AS WELL!!!! SWARMING ALL OVER SMITH WITH THE STOMPS AND PUNCHES THAT DON’T SEEM TO BE LETTING UP! WHAT THE HELL IS DRAKE PLANNING??? 

(As the beatdown upon all three men continues—and soon before long, Drake King can be seen stood at the ramp with the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, with a very low grin on his face as an official has no choice but to call for the bell.) 

(DING! DING! DING!) 

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been labeled… A NO CONTEST. 

(The boos begin to rain down on the result being announced, as Drake is given a microphone by one of his men, in no need to return the glance as he retrieves the microphone and speaks accordingly.) 

Drake King: NICK. Gideon Smith. Killebrew. Unfortunately, I cannot in good faith, ever deem either of you to be particularly worthy of this moment. In order to contend yourself against the sole truth of this world, the one who must lead all of us into the most prosperous, secure time that we can have… ‘God’, cannot be sullied by the unworthy… 

(David exhales sharply.) 

Drake King: I expect, better competition… 

(Drake hands off the microphone, as he turns himself around, and motions toward the back—) 

???: I don’t think so, champ’! 

(The audience cheers as Tyrone Montgomery can be seen emerging from the back, shaking his own head as Drake is glaring toward Tyrone with his eyes squinting.) 

Tyrone Montgomery: ‘Cause now you’ve got a whole other problem coming! You think YOU get to decide who deserves to face you, after this match was organized to find a solution to that in the first place?? Yeah, you’re out of your damn mind here, Drake King. So here’s what’s gonna happen! 

(Tyrone points to the ring.) 

Tyrone Montgomery: Because of YOU, you won’t have to worry about looking far. You’ve got NICK… you’ve got Yanni Killebrew… you’ve got David Gideon Smith… you’re getting ALL OF ‘EM at House of Glass! For the World Heavyweight Championship!!! 

(The audience cheers loudly in response to the announcement, as Drake simply stands there, his eyes closing as his head rises upward.) 

Drake King: ……….

(Drake proceeds to purse his lips in mediated disgruntlement, with an elongated breath as he steadies himself toward the back. Yanni is glaring toward Drake with heavy conviction, as NICK has a small nod following the announcement and David is grinning widely while clutching his jaw, all banged up—but driven to make the most out of a future opportunity, as the scene soon fades.) 

(EAW logo buzzes…)

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a montage recapping the events of last week’s show, the shot transitions to a live frame of the Smoothie King Center. Pyro goes off in a dazzling array of red as the fans holler and cheer, wearing their Dynasty-related merchandise. After a few more shots captured the sold-out arena, the camera fades in on the commentary team.)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome BACK to another edition of Friday Night Dynasty, and the final one before we officially head off for TERRITORIAL INVASION! My name is Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy. Everyone’s itching to fight, to show off their fighting spirit, and to band together for one common goal–but of course, with today’s date, we want to remember the lives that we lost 25 years ago on 9/11.

Jake Mercer: Truly a tragedy that has shaken up our country, but even in the face of a horrific attack, many Americans have come together to help each other—and through that unity? We have become stronger. The 2,977 people we lost on that date shall never be forgotten, along with those who did lose their lives in the aftermath.

Flannery McCoy: I still can’t believe it has been that long. And for those of you at home who are tuning in who may know anyone who was impacted by that, we hope that tonight, we can at least offer some form of escape, along with allowing you to find your own strength through all of this.

Stew-O: On that note, we have many people who are looking to get the last word in before it’s time for Territorial Invasion.

(Friday Night Dynasty’s video feed fades to a panning view of the arena when “NAKAMURA” by Lil Uzi Vert began blaring through the speakers to a huge reaction; KASAI, alongside the entire Dynasty Brand Warfare team, emerge from behind the stage curtains looking highly determined; Brianna and Effy, who is holding the Interwire Championship, are at KASAI’s left and right, and Daryl and Chris are next to them on opposite sides. They all make their way down the ramp towards the squared circle as they make their way in, eager to express their thoughts.)

Stew-O: We’ve got the entire Brand Warfare team here tonight, and it seems like they’re raring to go as far as Territorial Invasion is concerned!

Flannery McCoy: There isn’t too much time left now until Territorial Invasion is upon us, and we know that next week all members from all the brands will be making their thoughts known, but it looks like Dynasty is ready to kick things off live and in person!

Jake Mercer: They definitely don’t all like each other and that’s something the others have looked to harp on to sow some dissension, but we know that if there’s one thing beyond a shadow of a doubt, it’s that all five of these elitists are wanting to walk away from Brand Warfare with the win!

(They enter the ring, all with microphones in hand; KASAI is the first to speak.)

KASAI: One week. Just one week remains, and the Matriarch is more than ready. No, more than that… the entire team is ready.

(She shakes her head.)

KASAI: I will not put up some farce of brand loyalty; though I support Dynasty by being one of its members, Brand Warfare is less about establishing brand supremacy because of some sort of sentimentality and more about proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that we, the five of us, are better than some of the greatest wrestlers in this company that will be standing across from us in that ring next week. It is to Dynasty’s benefit, though, that they have a team as motivated as us, because that means that we will be repeating last year’s history and bringing the red brand a second consecutive Brand Warfare victory.

(The Matriarch gestures to the rest of her team.)

KASAI: Whatever struggles we have had amongst ourselves beforehand does not matter now; all we are focused on at Territorial Invasion is proving our supremacy, and that means we’ll be willing to work side by side, shoulder to shoulder, to make that promise come true. One thing is for certain; I KNOW I am the best, and I refuse to walk away from Territorial Invasion without having proved it.

Daryl Kinkade: I completely agree; I said it before and I’ll say it again… Chris, whatever problems we’ve had between us won’t be a factor in this match. I made a commitment to being a team player and I’m sticking with it.

Chris Elite: Shit, if you won’t be a problem then I won’t be either; just stay focused on winning instead of being a dick eater and we’ll be just fine. That’s what the fuck I’ve been doing no matter what trash people have talked to me, and this season, I’ve been PROVING it. I know the shit they’re going to say next week, it’s the same old things, but if they think they’ll be getting a Chris Elite they can just walk over, they’re going to end that night not walking at all.

Brianna Hill: Brand Warfare was just the type of opportunity I was looking for, and I’m not going to let it go to waste. Ten people across us, four people by my side, it’s one of the most hectic and challenging matches in this company, and that’s exactly what I need to show the world that when I say I’m up to the challenge, I mean it.

Effy McAvoy: I’m the furthest thing from a stranger to this match. I’ve been in Brand Warfare so many times at this point that I may as well call it home; this time, though, it’ll be different. I’m not walking into the match as someone to be looked down on… I’m one of the few champions in this match, one of the longest reigning at that, and that’s what Dynasty needs me to be in this match. Last year was a success, and I’m more than willing to defend my brand’s honor for the second year in a row.

KASAI: It’s more than just being willing, Effy; we WILL be getting that win for the sec-

???: Hold on.

(The crowd starts cheering loudly as they recognize that voice; Raven Roberts walks out from behind the stage curtains with a microphone in her hand, narrowing her eyes at KASAI. It isn’t just her, though; the entire Voltage team is present alongside her, with Ashlynn, Candice, Eris, and ARIA all flanking her to her left and right. The crowd can sense the impending tension as the team approaches the ringside area and Raven continues to speak.)

Raven Roberts: I know better than most that you like to get ahead of yourself, but I think you should back the fuck up with these declarations. It’s only going to make it more embarrassing for the Empress of Elite, the Matriarch, whatever you want to go by, when I remind you of what happened the last time you got ahead of yourself.

Crowd: Oooooooooooo

Raven Roberts: Even with how things between us ended, after how far you took it? I’m more than happy to double down and send you packing a second time. And speaking of getting ahead of yourself, you really shouldn’t expect your team to work in lockstep the way you’re hoping it will, just because everyone wants to win the match. That tends to be the case with every team match, but year after year, there’s always that friction that comes up and messes things up.

(She backs up and puts her arms over the shoulders of her team.)

Raven Roberts: The fake peace you’ve managed to get between the members of your team that were beating the hell out of each other not even a month ago is exactly that… fake. You won’t be able to stand up to the level of mutual trust that the Voltage team has managed to build up, and with your attitude, you definitely won’t be able to match the legitimate trust I have in each of my teammates.

Ashlynn Quinn: You tell ‘em, Ray-Ray! There’s no WAY we’re going to lose, especially to those uggos!

Eris Morti: You showed me last week that my observations weren’t for naught; you gave me exactly what I wanted, Matriarch, and that just makes me all the more interested in next week. Bring that very same rotten heart, the one that I admire you for embodying, and we’ll see who walks away with the win.

Candice Blair: And if any team has shown they won’t be giving up, it’s this one; we were chosen BECAUSE we refuse to just resign ourselves to fate, and at Brand Warfare, that’s going to be coming out in full force because nothing you throw at us will be enough to keep us down for good.

ARIA: I understand that all of you are going to be entering this match with the utmost determination, but we just can’t let it be enough. The five of us are in sync and we’re not approaching this just to survive, we’re in it to win.

KASAI: You all have quite the audacity to–

???: PFFFFFFFT!

(All the elitists present, as well as the crowd, look around in confusion until the crowd notices first who was starting to speak.)

Mia Santoro: Why are you people even bothering with this argument when neither of your teams is going to end up mattering once the match is over?

(The elitists then turned to see the Showdown team showing up amongst the crowd, walking down the stairs to approach the barricade; Mia, as well as her fellow co-captain Halsey, is joined by Rex, the National Elite Champion Akari, and KELIN; the volume in the arena is escalating even further towards a fever pitch as the Voltage team looks angered by the interruption, not to mention the Dynasty team getting even more frustrated after a second consecutive interruption. The Showdown team doesn’t seem repentant, though, as they get closer and closer to the ringside area where the Voltage team is.)

Mia Santoro: I don’t know why you’re bothering talking about ‘trust’ this and ‘trust’ that, Raven, because any pack of losers can trust each other all they like, it won’t mean a thing when they just end up trusting each other into the grave! With La Desperada as co-captain of team Showdown, your chances of winning were dashed from the start!

Halsey Neel: And as far as Dynasty is concerned, well, I’ll just need to go ahead and echo the Voltage team’s sentiment, because even with the idea that everyone is in this to win it for selfish reasons – myself included – that doesn’t change the fact that you just won’t have what it takes to work together to match up against the team we have here. I already said I’m going to show myself as one of the biggest threats in this match up, but we’ve got threats after threats in this team.

(She gestures behind her, with the legendary Rex McAllister and the imposing KELIN looming behind. Akari glances at his National Elite Championship to prove her point, even with Mia glancing at it all the same. The team has now reached the barricade and have begun hopping over it, sandwiching the Dynasty team in the ring between the Voltage and Showdown teams.)

KASAI: How hypocritical; you all act as if we’re the only team that has gone through internal struggle, but we’re far from the only ones with individual goals in mind. It doesn’t matter how much you try to hammer that in, when the Matriarch is here to ensure all goes smoothly for Dynasty’s team.

KASAI: And with the leader of team Voltage being who she is…

(They turn their attention to team Voltage. Raven glares at the Matriarch.)

KASAI: Stomping you back into the ground and removing this notion you hold superiority over me will be the cherry on top–

Stew-O: OH! TENSION WAS STARTING TO SPIKE BETWEEN VOLTAGE AND DYNASTY, BUT NOTHING EVEN HAD A CHANCE TO HAPPEN!

Flannery McCoy: TEAM SHOWDOWN WAS THE TEAM TO PULL THE TRIGGER FIRST AS THEY SWAMP THE RING AND TOPPLE ALL FIVE MEMBERS OF TEAM DYNASTY OUT OVER THE TOP ROPES IN UNISON!

Jake Mercer: THEY SPILL RIGHT OUT ONTO TEAM VOLTAGE, AND TEAM SHOWDOWN IMMEDIATELY LEAVES THE RING TO JOIN THEM! IT’S UTTER PANDEMONIUM HERE AT RINGSIDE TONIGHT!

Stew-O: FISTS ARE FLYING ALL AROUND AS THESE ELITISTS CAN’T WAIT UNTIL TERRITORIAL INVASION TO GET THEIR HANDS ON ONE ANOTHER!

Flannery McCoy: KELIN BEGINS BATTERING DARYL KINKADE, ONLY FOR CHRIS ELITE TO JUMP IN WITH A HEAVY KICK TO THE HEAD, FREEING UP DARYL TO FOLLOW UP WITH A STRIKE OF HIS OWN!

Jake Mercer: BUT THEN HALSEY MANAGES TO FIRE OFF A SHOT AGAINST DARYL, KNOCKING HIM DOWN! AND NOW ARIA FROM BEHIND, CONNECTING WITH A KNEE SMASH TO THE BACK OF HALSEY’S HEAD!

Stew-O: I’M HAVING TROUBLE KEEPING UP AS THEY JUST BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!

Flannery McCoy: BUT LOOK! VOLTAGE IS STARTING TO GET THE UPPER HAND, USING TEAM TECHNIQUE AFTER TEAM TECHNIQUE TO GANG UP ON THE ENEMIES FIGHTING INDIVIDUALLY–

Jake Mercer: AND A TALON FROM RAVEN ROBERTS MANAGES TO KNOCK MIA SANTORO DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR, WHILE ASHLYNN AND CANDICE DO THE SAME TO HALSEY! BOTH CAPTAINS OF TEAM SHOWDOWN ARE DOWN, AND THE REST OF THEIR TEAM IS STARTING TO FEEL THE SAME PRESSURE!

Stew-O: OH MY GOD! MATRICIDE! THE MATRIARCH UNLEASHED MATRICIDE AGAINST RAVEN ROBERTS, KNOCKING HER OUT TO THE FLOOR AS WELL TO JOIN TEAM SHOWDOWN!

Flannery McCoy: VOLTAGE STARTED GETTING SOMEWHERE, BUT FOCUSING ON TEAM SHOWDOWN LET TEAM DYNASTY RECLAIM THE MOMENTUM HERE ON THEIR HOME TERF, WITH THE REST OF TEAM DYNASTY NOW GANGING UP ON THE REMAINING TEAM VOLTAGE MEMBERS!

Jake Mercer: I THINK… I THINK… DYNASTY HAS IT! TEAM SHOWDOWN IS MAKING A TACTICAL RETREAT HERE, AND WITH VOLTAGE ALREADY ON THE BACK FOOT, THEY END UP RETREATING AS WELL TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY!

KASAI: FORGET NOT WHERE YOU ARE! THIS IS MY TERRITORY!

(Angered yells and screams start drowning each other out as all three teams have reached an absolute war-level competitive fervor; the video feed lingers before fading on the conclusion of the chaotic brawl.)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion, highlighting the Brand Warfare match.)

(Dynasty returns with the shot panning to ringside, briefly settling on the ring as the crowd remains lively, until the sound of “song” by “band” begins to play from the arena speakers to predominantly negative reaction.)

(Soon, David Gideon Smith made his appearance at the top of the ramp, a microphone in hand as he marched down to the ring.)

Stew-O: Last week it was NICK. who made his feelings heard, sending the warning shot we all knew was coming to the man who derailed the start of his season. This week? It’s David Gideon Smith’s turn to respond.

Flannery McCoy: Since returning, NICK’s been picking up the pieces and may even be better than when we last saw him, picking up a well-earned victory and then turning the tables on his attacker shortly thereafter!

Jake Mercer: He certainly has been making good on his word so far, and he definitely made David feel like a fool after that match, forcing David to retreat after getting the jump on him in the first place.

(The music began to teeter off as David circled the middle of the ring, holding the microphone steadily in his hand as he slowly raised it to his lips, addressing the crowd without a moment of hesitation.)

David Gideon Smith: There were so many ways that this could’ve possibly played out, but this is certainly one of the more interesting paths for those involved to take, particularly he who thinks of himself as the focal point of this ordeal. I find it curious, however, that few have addressed what was necessary to light the metaphorical fire underneath young NICK. I understand that some could not immediately discern the cause for his refreshed attitude, but you needn’t look further than who is right in front of you.

David Gideon Smith: It was I who lit that fire, who gave him the push he needed to reach something he could never attain on his own accord. Still, even with such a push he could never understand the factors at play nor could he acknowledge the inner workings of the situation he finds himself in. He remains at the level of a neophyte in his field, yet would try to take the fight to me as a reactionary measure in a futile effort to keep the fire within him lit. That is why it is so curious that he would put on such a quaint yet relatively meaningless display last week to put on a strong face as he always does and deny what is right in front of him. He failed to grasp the lesson I am looking to teach him.

(Boos began to meet David’s speech as his words continued to batter the image of NICK, yet the Sovereign refused to relent.)

David Gideon Smith: To be so vulnerable to an outside threat should have set off every alarm in NICK’s mind, and if he had an ounce of clarity then his rather fragile psyche should’ve shattered shortly after that ill-fated match, and yet here he is mentally unchanged only in a more favorable spot than I found him. Had he found this reignited spirit of his sooner, then he would’ve found this momentum far earlier. Thus, he is pitifully reliant on my helping hand to reach into the perdition of mediocrity to grip him tight and grant him salvation. Of course, he is far too proud to admit what he wants out of this, as it is not something as simple as retribution. You would all be wise not to think in such a narrow-minded manner. What he is after is that helping hand of mine, that push that will give him the upward momentum he so desperately craves. He wants the fire lit indefinitely, and he knows who is capable of keeping it lit for him.

David Gideon Smith: So I ask now, NICK, shall I give you that helping hand once more, or are you determined to see this one through on your own merit?

(Before David’s question could be followed up, the sound of “song” by “band” hit, cutting him off as a roar of cheers caught the opening cords. It didn’t take long for NICK. to make his appearance at the top of the ramp, his game face on and a microphone in his hand as he made his way down to the ring, hastily walking up the stairs before entering through the ropes.)

(NICK. takes a moment to rub his jaw, looking at David with visible irritation before raising the mic to his lips.)

NICK: Are you being serious? This is what you’re gonna dumb it down to? After all that has happened, after what just happened, you’re gonna play it like this. Alright, fine by me, but I’m not playing this kinda game. That’s just not who I am and it’s not what everyone is expecting of me, though they damn well expect this same ol’ song and dance from you. We all expect the charades and the tall tales you spin just to confuse some poor bastard trying to get a win but, I’m gonna stop you before you get ahead of yourself; I’m not one of these poor bastards that you can trick around. You got me once, so congrats on that because it just ain’t gonna happen again. You got one good shot to take my head off and I hate to break it ya, but you failed to put me down for good.

NICK: See, the biggest mistake you made was not keeping me down for longer. This ‘helping hand’ shit you’re trying to push is dead in the water on impact, so I’m not even gonna entertain it. You wanted to cull the herd, to clear out the competition and you tried to use me as an example to the other elitists on the roster that you want to play bully ball with. It might’ve worked, but you let me get back up, and we all saw what happened when you tried that same shit on an even playing field. I put you on your ass and had you scampering to the back after I already got through a match, so put everything aside for a moment and look at the facts in front of you.

NICK: You just can’t beat me one on one, David.

(NICK’s intensity only continues to grow as the crowd throws their support behind him en masse. David’s expression did not change in the face of NICK’s tirade, only waiting for him to finish before responding.)

David Gideon Smith: Is that all? I hoped that you could manage a bit better than that drivel, but you may need one last push in the right direction after all. You were light on your feet last time out, I will admit, and you were able to parry such an attack, but you’ve proved nothing from if. You only defended your position, maintaining your controlled strength and took nothing from a valuable exchange. It was the perfect time for you to go on the attack and you become complacent, and such missed opportunities like those are bound to catch up with you eventually, and I don’t think you’ll be appreciative of the bite you receive.

NICK: Yeah I’m sure I will. I’m sure I’ll feel it the same way you feel that first mistake of yours catch up with you, when I get my hands on you and put you through a hell of a lot more pain than you put me through. ‘Cause I’m not just doing it for vengeance. Nah, I’m doing it because A. I want you and B. You’re now in my way. My plans this season haven’t changed just because you thought you could get involved in my business and use me as some pawn. I’ve been preparing for people like you since the beginning, hell I’ve been dealing with people like you since the beginning. Types like you who see everyone as some piece to their master plan, as if they’re just so much better than everyone, but I’ve tried to see what’s so great about you and to this day I’ve found nothing, because you’re just ordinary, David.

David Gideon Smith: If that is the delusion you’ve created for yourself, then what will you do now? And I am not asking for your feeble paperweight claims, for I know all about your failed promises and constant let-downs. I want to know what action you will take next. How will you truly get what you want? How will you get past me?

NICK: I’m not weighed down by the specifics, so I’m just gonna tell you what is gonna come next. I am gonna beat your ass six ways from Sunday…

(NICK. slowly looked down at the microphone in his hand for a moment, before looking back up at David.)

NICK: …and I’m gonna do it right now.

(THUD!)

Stew-O: OH! NICK JUST CHUCKED THE MICROPHONE INTO THE SKULL OF DAVID GIDEON SMITH! HE’S ROCKED, STUMBLING ONTO HIS BACK FOOT!

Flannery McCoy: AND NICK IS ON THE ATTACK, LEAPING AT DAVID WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS, LOOKING LIKE A WILD ANIMAL AS HE LAYS INTO DAVID WITH BLOW AFTER BLOW! HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHANCE FOR A LONG TIME, AND HE SURE ISN’T LETTING IT GO TO WASTE!

Jake Mercer: THESE PEOPLE WANNA SEE HIM RIP DGS LIMB FROM LIMB, AND THEY JUST MIGHT GET WHAT THEY’RE LOOKING FOR! NICK PUSHES HIM INTO THE CORNER, RAINING THOSE PUNCHES DOWN AS DAVID IS FORCED TO COVER UP! THAT PROVIDES THE OPENING AS HE GRABS DAVID—

Stew-O: AND TOSSES HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH A PERFECT EXPLODER SUPLEX! DGS rolls to the opposite corner as NICK continues to heat up, rising to his feet as he feeds off the energy in the arena!

Flannery McCoy: He is feeling it alright, and now he’s looking to put David down tonight, turning to face him as he rises to his feet! NICK. makes his run, leaping into the air!!

Jake Mercer: THE BLACK BLADEEEEE!!! NICK. GETS HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF BY THE STIFFEST LARIAT YOU’LL EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE! THE AIR IN THIS ARENA JUST GOT SUCKED OUT IN AN INSTANT!

(NICK. dropped to the mat like a rock, the wind knocked out of him as an almost dismissive DGS rises to his feet, looking down at the unmoving body below him.)

Stew-O: NICK. got ahead of himself there and let David strike, and he paid for that big time. Even after such a powerful blow, I don’t think David is done with him just yet, grabbing a handful of NICK’s hair and begins to drag him to his feet.

Flannery McCoy: He holds him there for a brief moment, before throwing him over the top rope! NICK. falls against the apron and then to the ground below, barely able to fight off DGS who is following him to the outside, meeting him with a boot to the side of his head as feebly attempts to get back on his feet!

Jake Mercer: NICK. is defenseless right now, in the worst spot possible as David continues to close the gap! He pulls NICK up again, just to lift a knee into his gut, wearing down the man he injured earlier this season!

Stew-O: David looks down at NICK. and shakes his head, then turns to the corner of the ring. Oh this can’t be good…he grabs NICK. and places his head between his thighs, now lifting him up into the powerbomb position!

Flannery McCoy: He lifts him high in the air, AND TAKES AIM AT THE RING POST! HE RUNS FULL SPEED TOWARDS IT AND DELIVERS A POWERBOMB INTO THE RINGPOST! THE SOUND THAT MADE WAS SICKENING!

Jake Mercer: NICK. SINKS TO THE GROUND IN AGONY, HIS SPINE SHATTERED AGAINST THE POST! DAVID TAKES A STEP BACK, LOOKING DOWN AT HIM BUT, MEDICAL IS NOT WASTING ANOTHER MOMENT, RUSHING PAST HIM TO CHECK ON NICK!

Stew-O: Those injures NICK. just recovered from may have just been reaggravated in the worst way! You rarely see NICK. showing so much pain on his face, something is seriously wrong and the medical officials can tell immediately as they try to make some space between him and DGS!

(The shot tries to focus on NICK, but the officials begin to obstruct the view. Instead, the shot turns to David Gideon Smith still looking down at NICK.)

David Gideon Smith: Now, let’s see what you can do now…

(He speaks, but neither the crowd, officials or NICK. are focused on his words, letting them linger in the wind as the eyes of the room glue to NICK still writhing around in pain as the shot fades elsewhere, bringing the segment to a close.)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion, featuring a hype package for NICK vs. David Gideon Smith.)

(The camera transitioned to the stage as the fans watched in anticipation with Cassie by Flyleaf playing through the arena speakers now, the fans in attendance breaking out into cheers as Winona Hendrickson was making her way down to the ring.)

Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Please welcomeee!! WINONA HENDRICKSON!!!

(Winona finally enters the ring, calling for a mic and being handed one as she steps towards the center of the ring, her music dying down as she begins to speak..)

Winona Hendrickson: There’s no secret to why I am out here right now. We all know that the New Breed Scramble is right around the corner. And there’s going to be a lot of eyes on that match and a few people in that match who are going to be looking to take advantage of the opportunity at hand. Time and time again I’ve been battled tested, I have had to prove that I could hang with some of the best that this company has to offer. And now I find myself in deep waters once again against more opponents that I see formidable in this New Breed Scramble. And maybe, just maybe the last few times things haven’t really worked out all too well for me.

(Winona took a moment, allowing the words to linger on her lips, before speaking again.)

Winona Hendrickson: But I am looking to turn things around for myself. That’s exactly why this match is so important to me. Because this is the one match that can turn things around for me, the one match that’ll give me the opportunity to make every loss that I’ve taken, mean something so much more. All eyes have been on me since I’ve walked through the doors of EAW and yet I’ve had nothing to show for the fact that I’ve been busting my butt to keep things on track for me. This match is one that I enter with a chip on my shoulder that I’m sure that everyone else will claim as well. Bu-

(Just when Winona was about to go to speak again, she was cut off by AY DIEGUITO by Calle 24 the theme song of Diego Montana’s played through the arena as the crowd booed loudly..)

Stew-O: Oh brother. Should’ve known at some point that this little heathen was going to come out here and speak his mind..

Jake Mercer: I mean, surely you didn’t expect anything less did you? He’s well within his rights to do such, just as Winona was doing. Although in a less annoying manner..

(Diego finally entered the ring, pulling his mic from his back pocket as he began to speak..)

Diego Montana: Ight ight.. tranquilo.

(The crowd began to boo even louder, a smirk spreading across the face of Diego’s as he shook his head.)

Diego Montana: Damn, seems like y’all missed me a lot huh? But listen listen! I was in the back and couldn’t help but overhear Winona out here, talking bout exactly how much this match would help her and talking bout how important it is to her. And well, I call all of that bullshit. Because the truth of the matter is chica, that this match is way more important to myself. Because I’m not just going out there to win this match for myself. I’m going out there to win this match for Mami Circe as well.. yessirrr. But that isn’t one of the only reasons that this match is important to me. No sir, you see winning this match gets me a straight shot to the top, where myself and Mami Circe belong..

Flannery McCoy: Does he know that Circe isn’t in the match..? Or- you know what? I’m not even going to bother wasting my thinking energy on it! My goodness…

(SAME SH!T by Isaiah Rashad began to play through the speakers of the arena as Reylin Aloali’i had begun to make his way down to the ring..his eyes locked on both Winona and Diego..)

Stew-O: One of the new and recent signees to Voltage.. Reylin Aloali’i is making his presence known here tonight as he’s looking to come on out and now has his own words!

(Reylin stepped into the ring, going to call for a mic as his music came to stop, before he stepped to the center of the ring, looking directly at Diego..)

Reylin Aloali’i: Real talk.. shut your ass up. You’ve been out here for the past few minutes talking about how this is for yourself and Circe, when her ass ain’t even in the match. Ain’t nobody out here to hear a damn thing about none of that. And to be honest with you? If I was out here a long time ago..? I would’ve kicked your ass straight in the mouth just to shut you up. Because the truth of the matter is that if anyone has something to prove here? It’s me. The newest signee to Voltage himself. This match right here? This IS the match that my name gets the recognition and solidarity that it’s meant to have. And not only that, but I’m a rookie right now with a hunger.. this match is way more important to me than it is to y’all-

(Queen Leech by Grim Salvo & Witchouse40K began to play through the speakers of the arena as Rei Oboro began to shuffle down the ramp, her hands behind her back with her tilted slightly as she was staring down all 3 people in the ring, before rolling in, grabbing her mic..)

Rei Oboro: Well well..isn’t this just so infatuating? Teehee. I figured it’d be even more intriguing to hear about the importance of this match from each of you in person. Because why not get a closer look into the delusional and foolish minds of the clueless right? A field set up nicely I believe, just for me to take down and be the one to elevate my career further. The fact is that it doesn’t matter how important you believe this match is to you, I am looking forward to being the one to ruin all of your fairytale dreams of having a chance at facing either Wynter or Anna. Simply because of the thrill that I know that I will get from doing so-

(REVIVER by My First Story began to play through the speakers of the arena as Sayuri Himura stepped onto the stage, making her way down to the ring and entering it, now beginning to speak, Rei’s attention turned to Sayuri as she was staring a hole through her.)

Sayuri Himura: It seems that the pleasantries of this little get together hasn’t been passed over just yet, right? Everyone is standing here and speaking on why they believe that this match can get them even further in their careers, talking about how it could elevate them and put them.. well basically put them on the map. I can name a few reasons as to why I believe that this match is of most significance to me. But then that would take all night now wouldn’t it? Everyone is out here with the reasoning being that they believe that winning this match can take their season to the next level, that it can put their name on a bigger stage and it most certainly can do so. However I don’t believe that passion for such and my hard work could ever allow me to be the one woman who doesn’t come out of this match with that opportunity..

(LIVE EVIL by Flatlinerz blasted through the speakers of the arena as making his way out onto the stage with a mic in hand, was Malik Al Farouq, walking alongside him, was Tafae Toa!! The field turned this attention towards The Exiled as there was a quietness, before Malik spoke up…)

Malik Al Farouq: Ah well, you most certainly could not have an intervention without THE most dangerous man in this match…

(Tafae Toa and Malik Al Farouq had finally entered the ring, making their way towards the middle of the ring and in the center of everyone else…)

Malik Al Farouq: Quite amusing to me that you’re all out here, believing that any importance of this match to you actually matters when you’re having to stand across the ring from someone like Tafae Toa himself! The Exiled! The Banished One! I, however, can bring myself to respect some of your reasons. But my client on the other hand? He does not care about any of your reasoning nor does he care about your feelings as such.

(Tafae Toa emotionless eyes wandered over every one of his opponents in the ring as a scowl formed upon his face..)

Malik Al Farouq: Since stepping through those doors, Tafae Toa has been presented as this MONSTER who is supposed to be the future and the face of not only Showdown, but of this whole company. The only reason that this match is of any importance to Tafae Toa? It is because he gets to do what he yearns for.. he gets to annihilate, he gets to come into this match and cause all of the hell and chaos upon all of your dreams and turn them into nightmares…and the best part? He doesn’t stop there.. because then once he’s done there? His scent for blood only grows stronger as he knows that he is one match closer to truly solidifying his place as the top face and monster of this business…

(Malik went to speak once more.. but he was cut off by Vordt of The Boreal by Motoi Sakuraba playing through the speakers, followed by what seemed to be an angry Igon Mordren who had already had a mic in hand..)

Igon Mordren: Disgusting… absolutely comical..

(Igon Mordren straightened his suit as he had finally entered the ring, his anger visibly shown on his face..)

Igon Mordren: What is this..? Some sort of prayer circle? You all come out here and air your hopes and what you believe to achieve? though you can not see or feel it..? Absolutely pathetic. A pity party! The way that I see it, is that you all need this opportunity more than it needs you. But when I step into this ring, and I look at all of you, when I look at the state of wrestling right now! It’s more clear than ever that this opportunity needs ME. I am of importance to this opportunity and its future, not the other way around. This madness needs to end and who better than to put an end to it than myself? Right..?

Winona Hendrickson: Oh..okay wow. So much ego in this ring right now, it’s insane. Genuinely, I don’t get it. The state of wrestling is fine, there’s no issue with it unless you call yourself having a savior complex like Mr.Igon Morden here, who seems to believe that the wrestling world truly revolves around himself.. apparently. How is it anyone else’s fault that you can’t seem to keep up with today’s wrestling?

(Diego Montana covered his mouth, holding in a chuckle as he looked back and forth between Igon and Winona..)

Diego Montana: Damn.. you gonna let her talk to you like that big dawg..? That couldn’t be me-

Reylin Aloali’i: Man, will you shut your instigating ass up..? Ain’t nobody come out here to hear you or see you on no childish ass games. Don’t you got some lips or something to go lock with? Rather than tryna instigate something you know your ass ain’t gonna be able to finish..?

(Reylin cut Diego off! Speaking his mind, Rei Oboro stood, watching all of this with a smirk on her face, seemingly waiting for chaos to break loose. Tafae Toa stepped to Igon Mordren! The biggest men in the match, face to face!! Malik Al Farouq is trying to get Tafae to calm down…)

Flannery McCoy: Well.. this looks like it’s going to turn into something a whole lot more than just talking..

Rei Oboro: Yes.. let the chaos ensue! The joy in seeing all of this madness break loose brings me great comfort, before our big match where I’ll be winning and taking the opportunity from all of you to be able to go on and face Anna or Wynter.

(Sayuri turned her head in Rei’s direction, shaking it as she began to speak..)

Sayuri Himura: You’re too incompetent to do such a thing. If anyone will walk out of New Breed Scramble, it’s going to be me. Through all my blood, sweat and tears, I will be the last person standing..

(Igon was still focused on the man in front of him, Tafae Toa and Igon staring a hole through one another, before..)

Igon Mordren: You know after such a despicable act, a pathetic act of me being jumped.. I do have a lot of built up anger and I have no problem releasing it on anyone inside of this ring right now.. so you know what..?

(SMACK!!!)

(Tensions were flying high! And Igon Mordren just struck Tafae Toa right over the head with a Big Boot!! Causing Tafae Toa to stumble back!! And now the chaos has broken loose as Tafae Toa and Igon Mordren are now trading blows back and forth with one another!!)

Jake Mercer: We knew this was going to happen with all of the emotions and tension running high! And now we have a brawl on our hands!! Reylin and Diego Montana are now going at it!!

(Reylin and Diego had taken their fight to the outside of the ring! But inside the ring? Tafae and Igon were still going as Rei Oboro and Sayuri had finally broken out into a back and forth striking battle! Elbow strike for elbow strike!!)

Stew-O: Oh.. someone is going to have to stop this! But.. hey at least we’re getting a bit of a preview for New Breed Scramble between all of these competitors here tonight! OH! Rei Oboro just shoved Sayuri into Winona!!

(Winona stumbled back, before she herself began to jump into the mix! And now the hold field was brawling!! Reylin slamming the head of Diego off of the announce table!! Tafae Toa landing a Headbutt to Igon Mordren!)

Flannery McCoy: Finally it seems that security is making their way down to the ring now! And they’re swarming these competitors, pulling them apart from one another! Inside and outside of the ring!!

(The show transitioned as security were working on separation all of the New Breed Challenge competitors from one another!)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion, highlighting the New Breed Scramble.)

(When Dynasty returns from break, the camera is fixated on the ring, where lead commentator Stew-O stands in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. To his right is King Sulyvahn IV and Venus De Martin, meanwhile to his left is Haruka Kashimashi, Kendall Von, and Jamie Valdez.)

Stew-O: We thank you all for sticking with us for the final Dynasty before Territorial Invasion. As always, tensions are bound to arise with a marquee event so close; and I will try my best to keep this on track as I am joined by the participants in the upcoming Unique Opportunity match…! King Sulyvahn IV, Jamie Valdez, Kendall Von, Haruka Kashimashi, and Venus De Martin. All that I ask is we keep it cordial and save the physicality for Territorial Invasion, otherwise you all are free to stake your claim to why you’ll win this match.

(Once Stew-O is done, Kendall Von looks around and scoffs at the whole ordeal. With a microphone already in hand, she wastes no time in speaking.)

Kendall Von: There’s no need to waste everyone’s time going through these silly little formalities. Only one person out of us five is going to have their arm raised at the end of the match, and I can tell you all now that it’s going to be me. In fact, judging by the look on all of your faces right now? You’re defeated. You’ve already resigned to the fact that I am the one most equipped to win this match. Sure, I don’t have some extraordinary wrestling background that spans back a hundred years, but I never needed one in the first place. EAW scouted me out because of my world-class business acumen. I’m far more cold hearted than any of you could fathom being, and when it comes down to who’s ready to plunge the proverbial knife in someone’s back to win this match? No one is better at doing that than me.

(The fans boo Kendall, but she pays no mind to their disdain. If anything, it puts a big smile on her face, fueling her to keep talking. Before she can though, Venus rolls her eyes and quickly responds.)

Venus De Martin: We gave you the floor to talk for as long as you wanted, and that’s all you could bring to the table? Kendall, lemme be real with you. I don’t care if I just got here. I don’t care if you’ve been here a little longer than me. All that matters at the end of the day is the winner of this match, and to an extent I agree with you. Experience isn’t the be-all and end-all, but ONLY in the context of EAW. While you were in a suit FANTASIZING about being in the ring, I was already whooping ass. I know what it takes to win this ‘unique opportunity’ match, and I can tell you now that my second match in this company being a marquee event appearance isn’t going to make me falter. If anything? I’m going to rise to the occasion, because that’s what I’m here to do, and it’s what you and everyone else is gonna understand in due time.

(Venus steps away from the original arrangement of bodies, just so she can stare directly at Kendall and make sure she hears every word. As Venus is focused on Kendall, she doesn’t notice another person throwing themselves into the fray.)

Haruka Kashimashi: Really? What, do either of you two hear yourselves right now? All I hear are false promises. Unproven statements that are gonna inevitably end up going nowhere, because the both of you are living off pipe dreams. Great, Venus. You beat TFK in your debut. Am I supposed to be – wildly impressed by that? You haven’t even begun to test yourself against tougher talent on this brand like I have, and who knows? Maybe that was just a fluke. Perhaps in a rematch, he beats you, and you fizzle out like the other names that come and go. I’m not moved. And I’ll be honest, I don’t know how you ended up in this match in the first place. Nothing actually indicates that you belong here, besides a pretty little resume in places that DON’T matter because they aren’t here.

(Haruka still has more to say, but Venus averts her piercing gaze towards her and cuts her off.)

Venus De Martin: So that’s what we’re doing? Fall back on the same points everyone else loves using? I’m not ready yet, huh. Why is that? Because Haruka Kashimashi and Kendall Von of all people say that I’m not?! Give me a break. No one in this crowd can even pretend to take that shit serious. But even if I was to be nice and indulge in your BS… none of it makes sense. I’ve already proven in my first match that I’m here to say. I have the talent to be something serious, and it sounds like you feel the same way. I’ll tell you now: honey, it’s okay to be a fan. I already have a whole sea of new ones here in New Orleans, and you can gladly join the res—

Jamie Valdez: This is stupid.

(As Jamie’s voice interjects into argument, everyone slowly turns their head towards her and she begins to step to the center, separating herself from the two sides. Stew-O backs up as well, immediately noting this. Jamie looks around at the rest of her opponents and just rolls her eyes.)

Jamie Valdez: Truth be told, the only reason that I’m in this ring right now is because I have to. No amount of bonus money to fulfill media obligations is going to give me the will to stomach that any of you have to say. Why? Because while you all try to create excuses and justifications, what you all forget is that I’ve already been around the block. Both out of this company and establishing myself in EAW. I’ve heard all of the points being made regurgitated a thousand times over, and I could care less about it being the main talking point for this match. What about what we actually receive from that unique opportunity, hm? Or maybe the fact that ALL of you are too emotional to actually win this match.

(King Sulyvahn IV raises an eyebrow when Jamie lumps his name in with the rest of the group. He chuckles, then raises the microphone to his lips.)

King Sulyvahn IV: Pardon?

(Jamie glares at him.)

Jamie Valdez: You heard me, right? That includes you, too. I see right through your pomp and circumstance, Sulyvahn. You’re no better than the rest of the field—and while they’re willing to tear you down for ALL the wrong reasons, I’m here to break you down using the right reasons.

(Sulyvahn folds his hands with the microphone for a moment, pondering on Jamie’s words. Then, he shakes his head and resumes speaking.)

King Sulyvahn IV: And what would those reasons be, Jamie, hm? Trust me, I know better than anyone else that the target on my back is massive, even if for a relative ‘rookie’ like myself. My name moves mountains, whether it be here or elsewhere. I understand that there is a lot of envy that surrounds me in this ring. I implore you all to make good use of your anger, otherwise it is all going to be for naught when I am the one that earns that Unique Opportunity at Territorial Invasion. At first, I didn’t have a lot to say. I know, a rarity for a man like myself, but I couldn’t dive into the importance of this match without hearing what it meant to all of you first.

(He tilts his head, scanning everyone in the ring for a moment.)

King Sulyvahn IV: Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for you all to disregard this match and wrap yourselves up into petty arguments that don’t move any of you further to being the one to win this match or not. What it did tell me is that I am the one with the most poise to win this match. And to Valdez’s credit? I can tell that she feels similarly, but even you aren’t exempt from letting your ego interfere with your logic. All of you can say what you want about me… I don’t care at the end of the day. With all due respect, there is a reason why I am able to challenge a legend like Drake King on my first night and have my challenge accepted. Whether I deserve this or not makes little difference. At the end of the day, I’m in prime position to seize this opportunity for myself.

(Once Sulyvahn is done speaking, there’s a collective groan from everyone in the ring. Jamie’s not as audible as the rest, but her facial expression is enough to establish that she thinks Sulyvahn is full of shit.)

Kendall Von: You really like the sound of your own voice, don’t you, Sulyvahn?! Despite all of my wonderful accomplishments in Wall Street, which most definitely counts for something considering the average Elitist is a complete and utter dunce … it hardly gets the recognition that it deserves! While the names at the upper echelon would have no problem using their notoriety to hold me back, what? You have that cute little royal title, an inherited wrestling ability, and we’re supposed to just bow down to you and accept that you have these big balls that none of us could possibly get our hands on?! You entered a risk-free situation. A world championship match, first night on the job with ZERO expectations, meaning you could lose and get pat on the back and that’s exactly what happened! I want to beat you more than anyone else, because it puts your hype on life support!

Venus De Martin: Kendall, you’re really good at bitching, aren’t you? I could care less about the ins-and-outs of how Sulyvahn got his opportunities, because it doesn’t stop me from being great, does it? It shouldn’t stop any of you either, but clearly, Kendall, you seem quite accustomed to complaining until things go your way. And–

Kendall Von: Do I now?!

(Kendall cries out onto the mic, cutting Venus off, after she was interrupted by her in the first place.)

Kendall Von: Because the way that I see it? You don’t belong here either. The both of you. You’ve got all these fans now, all this hype and excitement, but it’s all a load of crap. There’s been no real struggle, nothing that truly proves either of you deserve all this love from the fans. Especially compared to me? When I have always been the hardest worker in the room since the day that I was born!

(After Kendall says that, there isn’t an immediate response from everyone in the ring. Instead, Venus and Sulyvahn share a glance at each other, and they try their hardest not to start laughing. Meanwhile, Haruka brushes past Kendall and turns to her.)

Haruka Kashimashi: If there was going to be anyone who turns this whole ordeal into a complete and utter joke… of course it’s you, Kendall. You’re so tone deaf that you can’t even comprehend any of the words that you’re saying. And let me tell you now, it’s not my job, and it’s not anyone else’s job to slap you back to reality. I don’t care how you behave after this match is over, you can keep coming up with lies for all I care. What I want you to understand now is that this isn’t your match to win, no matter how much you cry and moan that it is-

Kendall Von: So what says it’s your match to wi-

Haruka Kashimashi: Kendall, if you weren’t so desperate to get the last word in, you’d shut up for once and let me actually explain that. Before my return this year, it was a long time since the last time that I had stepped foot in an EAW ring. I’m sure many of the newer fans who have flocked towards EAW in all of that time don’t have the slightest clue of who I am. That’s okay, I’ve come to terms with that. I’m not here to pander to them anyway, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about my failures in the past… except for myself. This is my stage to make up for years of regret, instead of wallowing in pity and relying on these idiots to bring me back up. The only person that I need is myself. And unlike you, Kendall, I have put in that work, from the very beginning… and I am going to use all of that to bring myself up to win this Unique Opportunity match!

(With all of the insults that Haruka hurled toward them in her spiel, a story that fans would typically resonate to ends up with a sea of boos. Kendall doesn’t immediately respond on the microphone, instead, she says something to Haruka off-mic, and the two are caught up in a staredown for a moment, until that train of thought is broken.)

Jamie Valdez: Yeah. I was right. This is just a waste of my time.

(Valdez rolls her eyes, before she pitches her microphone to the ground and she leaves the ring. There’s an awkward and tense air that fills the ring for a moment as they watch Valdez leave, but everyone is reminded of what’s at stake and they all stare at each other, waiting for someone to make a move. Luckily, Stew-O speaks up before that’s the case.)

Stew-O: Well, everyone in this match has certainly made a strong account of themselves for Territorial Invasion coming up next week! I wish the best of luck to you all, because I know for certain that it is going to be one hell of a match.

(Stew-O nods his head and backs up, as Dynasty slowly fades to break while the four remaining in the ring decide to break away from their staredown and leave the ring.)

[ Harper Lee and Kassidy Heart are ready to tear each other apart! – SEGMENT TBP ASAP! ]

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion, where Harper Lee takes on Kassidy Heart.)

(The arena lights cut out. The fans chatter before a lone spotlight beams down at the center of the ring. Drake King stands within it.)

Stew-O: :roman:

Flannery McCoy: Oh, goodness. This is just getting ridiculous at this rate…

Jake Mercer: Shh! Stop slandering OUR God, you blasphemous buffoon!

Flannery McCoy: :dahell:

(The World Heavyweight Champion is immediately pelted with boos. However, the vitriolic reception does not throw him off. Within his hand is a bible, nothing ornate—but, upon closer inspection…)

Flannery McCoy: … wait a minute. Is that—is that a literal ‘Book of Drisanity’… well, book? How far can this guy’s ego go!?

Stew-O: I suppose we will be seeing that soon enough. :lupe:

(Drake stands tall, an unmoving beacon. With a microphone attached to the collar of his plain suit, he speaks.)

Drake King: I knew that when I rose to become a world champion once again, I would be met with doubters. People who would refuse to see me for what I am and carry onward with their loose lips in a vain attempt to cut me down, however they saw fit.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Drake King: And it was to be expected. For the past few years, I have heard for myself the uptick in criticisms; in my delusion, my ego, my ideals, and how trivial they were. No one wanted to believe that I could be someone who continuously holds myself to my own words. No one wished to see me succeed, because to them, I was the villain who needed to be slain. And though I can stand here and say there have been some… unfortunate ‘errors’, at the end of the day? I have been right. People sought to make a mockery out of my pursuit for this championship, but here I stand, before all of you as your one true God that no one can ever hope to compare to. Not your idols, your ‘champions’, and certainly not any poor, lost soul who you deem to be capable of leading this promotion when the responsibility of such a role has never been at the forefront. No. Everyone here, one way or another, is a selfish being, and they care little about influencing this place and The World for the better. They only care about themselves, and in turn? Their downfall is just as devastating.

(He sighs. The fans continue to boo, but Drake does not stop. In fact? He looks out toward the sea of hateful faces and maintains his measured speech.)

Drake King: It is all the more pitiful when said deniers continue to espouse the same thing despite being proven wrong. I have heard many times over how I refuse to accept outcomes that do not end in my favor—yet, what does it say of my enemies when they realize that they were not only unable to defeat me in this ring, but were made to be proven wrong about my own mentality and spirit against theirs? I truly do hate to sound like a broken record as I made it known how I felt vindicated in the aftermath of the prior season, but it bears repeating that in the end? I was right. Last year’s Pain for Pride was a slip that was incapable of keeping me down for good. At this past show, I was able to deliver and walked out with a championship that was always meant to be mine. Too many people peddle these horrendous accusations about me, but I am the one who was able to ascend and claim what I deem to be my right. No man, no legend, and certainly no king has been able to stop me, because it is as it is written: Drake King is someone that cannot be stopped. Hubris alone will not allow you to succeed against me. And though I may fall, though I may lose, I shall never truly go away. It is not within the cards. What is in the cards, though, is for me to carry on with this torch—and at Territorial Invasion, Michael Machina will be forced to face the fact that he cannot beat me when I am this motivated to ensure my word remains the truth.

Drake King: The thing is, on some level, I could’ve respected him. Could’ve seen what he has been able to accomplish and acknowledge the feats he has done. However, he seldom returned the gesture. He saw me as a maddened fool, twisted my perception and was one of the central forces I had to work hard against last season, because he refused to hear me out on anything. Now, he wishes to act as if he has all of this vigor in his veins; he believes I remain unfit to lead Dynasty and how I have gone insane… but through all of this? The only insane one here is him. He refused to acknowledge a world in which he would have to kneel before me. He refused to entertain the notion that he is no exception to the law of This World. He thought that he was going to remain the bright, young leader of this brand and carry out his own vision, but he only showed how naive and arrogant he remained. And last week, I had to drive home that point definitively when he sought to make a mockery of me. A recurring pattern, certainly, and one he refuses to see. Yet, it is not my job to lead the blind if they refuse my help. The most I can do is offer them a mercy killing… and next weekend, it will be just that.

Drake King: At every corner and every turn, Michael belittled me. He did not take me seriously. And you would think that he would’ve learned his lesson the first time, but it is clear he wishes to spit upon the verses I’ve written and defile what it is I am trying to preach about. Alas, I cannot say it is a surprise. He has always been this hot-headed mess who sees red. He’s had to endure a wealth of success so early on in his career, and he has become accustomed to being pampered. Greed sickened him, pride swelled him, and when I came around to shatter all of that and more… you ALL saw for yourselves what truly lies beneath the manufactured exterior. He is but a man—and like all man, he is destined to crack the moment things do not go his way.

Drake King: Of course, wherever he is at now, he’s hearing my words and adamantly refusing to take them as the truth. Of course! Because who would EVER willingly admit out loud that Drake King was in the right all along? No one wants to swallow their ego down and be honest, but it is okay. I am used to everything—and when it comes to Michael? This is nothing new. Now, he has to compensate for embarrassing himself, and every week, it has been one desperate ploy after another in an attempt to drag me down to his level… but they won’t work. I am far too good to be sullied in such a manner, and Michael learned that the hard way last Dynasty when I drove him down and made him bleed.

(The fans get all the more heated from that. Drake remains resolute.)

Drake King: But, it was his doing, truly. All he had to do was come into my own domain and enjoy a little sermon. Instead, he attacked me and sought to insult everything I have done. So, here we are, and Michael, I hope you know that—

???: Shut. Up.

(A gruff voice cuts through the air. Many are quick to hop up onto their feet and cheer in recognition. Drake gives a slow cant of the head as he turns to the stage.)

Stew-O: AND THERE HE IS! IT’S MICHAEL MACHINA!

(Michael stands on the stage, dressed in all black; eyes narrow into slits as his glare burns into Drake.)

Michael Machina: You are a slimy little bastard, Drake. That’s all you are. You haven’t proven jack shit about anything other than the fact you’re a fucking psychoath who can’t pull up his pants and accept when to cut his losses. You’re just so far gone mentally that you refuse, REFUSE, to see this as anything but that, and at this point, I am done. I am tired of having to see or hear you come out week in and week out and continue to spout off all this religious nothing burger bullshit and pretend that you were always in the right. You aren’t! You’re just a man who lost his mind, and it’s like I said, that little bit of extra craziness helped you out at Pain for Pride. But beneath that? You’re a goddamn coward, and always will be until the day you finally croak.

(The fans pop for that. Drake slowly shakes his head, looking more disappointed than concerned.)

Drake King: Oh, Michael… all of that rage in you, and for what? Do you truly think this is good for you?

Michael Machina: Oh, I’m angry alright, and so is everyone else. We’re tired of this charade, and it’s about time it ends. You could’ve made better use of your time as champion, but instead, you’re out here cosplaying every single looney religious nuthead and want to bastardize the concept of faith for your own personal gain. Besides, you can’t change the world. The world doesn’t want for you of all people to try and change it. You’re no savior or martyr. You’re a delusional dickhead and it’s only going to be a matter of time before I pry your head off and stick it up your ass.

Drake King: Certainly uncouth of you, but that is to be expected. You cannot be rational for a moment.

Michael Machina: Rational? YOU want to talk to me about being rational about ANYTHING! Ha! Good one! However, we have long since passed the point of you being able to lecture anyone, motherfucker. You’re a disgrace to the title, to this brand, and to this goddamn SPORT!

(Drake’s brows furrow. Michael storms down the ramp, and the fans are pumped up, anticipating for things to devolve just as they always did. The moment Machina gets in the ring to face King directly, those tensions heighten.)

Michael Machina: I am taking back what is mine, and you? Well, you ain’t gonna scurry off to a church to reinvent yourself. This is the end of the road for you, Drake—and God WILL be killed at Territorial Invasion!

Flannery McCoy: :lupe: !!!

Jake Mercer: :roman:

(…)

(…)

Drake King: … do you truly believe that, Michael Machina?

(The question is poised oddly in a calm fashion. However, Michael does not hesitate to answer it.)

Michael Machina: ‘Course. You’re a piece of shit, and it’s high-time you get what was coming to you. In fact?

(CLANK, CLUNK, CLUTTER…)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) I ain’t even gotta say anything more to you, you stupid fucker.

(And Michael steps right towards Drake!)

Jake Mercer: Oh! Michael punches Drake right in the face! However, the champion punches him back! BOTH of them are striking each other, and we’ve got a nasty fight on our hands!

Stew-O: But Michael is edging out, forcing Drake into the ropes! He whips him across the ring and RUSHES IN WITH THE CLOTHESLINE!

Flannery McCoy: DRAKE NARROWLY AVOIDS IT! He slide under it, and pops back up; Michael turns around to catch up–AND HE’S LEVELED WITH A BOOT TO THE GUT! DRAKE TRAPS HIM, LOOKING FOR THE ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE, JUST LIKE LAST WEEK WHEN HE BUSTED HIM OPEN!

Stew-O: MICHAEL POWERS OUT OF IT AND FLIPS DRAKE ONTO HIS BACK! THE CHAMPION IS IN TROUBLE! MICHAEL HOISTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR—!!!!

Jake Mercer: :damn: DON’T TELL ME HE’S GOING TO POWERBOMB HIM OUT OF THE RING!

Crowd: KJNKENDNKJFNKEWRNFKRJGNTJKNRTJGNKJWDNVFJWKRVNBN!!!!

Flannery McCoy: He is! Michael is just about ready to kill him—

???: You will NOT do that to him!

(And on the apron is Father Abraham, who yells at Michael.)

Stew-O: WHAT’S HE DOING OUT HERE!?

Jake Mercer: Protecting God, that’s what! He’s not gonna let this mad heathen tear him apart!

(Michael stops for a second, looking at him.)

Father Abraham: (off-mic) Unhand him!

Michael Machina: (off-mic) …

(Then, a snort passes through him.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) Oh, I’ll let him go, alright..

(Drake wiggles, but he is not released.)

Stew-O: WATCH OUT! MICHAEL GETS A RUNNING START AND TOSSES DRAKE—)

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHH!!!!)

Stew-O: RIGHT INTO HIM! BOTH MEN GO LANDING HARD ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!

(The Midas Bomb wiped both of them out, and the fans go nuts.)

Jake Mercer: OH MY GOD! NO! NO! WHY WOULD HE DO THAT!?

Flannery McCoy: SUCH A BRUTAL SIGHT, BUT COME ON–YOU KNOW WHY! MICHAEL DECIDED TO KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, OR IN THIS CASE, USED ONE BIRD TO TAKE DOWN THE OTHER! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION PAID FOR WHAT HE DID TO HIM LAST WEEK!

(Father Abraham, who took to worse of the impact, barely moves. Drake winces in agony. Michael stands in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, anger coursing through him.)

Stew-O: WHAT A STATEMENT! MICHAEL MACHINA STANDS ABOVE GOD—WILL HE BE ABLE TO DO IT AGAIN NEXT WEEK AT TERRITORIAL INVASION!?

(And that is the final visualization before Dynasty fades.)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion, where Michael Machina takes on Drake King for the World Heavyweight Championship.)

(The scene pans to the interior of the arena, as the spotlight is settled entirely upon the Dynasty War Games team themselves—as the trio consists of the Captain, BRAE, alongside Cy Henderson & Kirk Redwood. The three men look toward one another with steady glances, each quelled with their own thoughts as BRAE soon raises the microphone.)

BRAE: We are men of war. We know warfare all too well, always have. I have been through War Games before, I have understood what it means to bleed for something that does not present itself so righteously—but finds every single way to make you fight for your life, as if it truly were a righteous endeavour. I did give it my everything—unfortauntely, my sole efforts were not enough. Frankly, they were never going to be enough, as long as I resided in such a team that had no actualized purpose to be a united front. I had to bite my tongue, and accept that fate from my first War Games match. However… The feeling is very different now. As much as I understand, how we may have every reason not to be united, we do not align with the status quo of what’s to be expected. We are well aware of what must be done here, and we know that we only have the strongest chance of emerging with our heads held high, as a true, proper, team.

Kirk Redwood: Look, I’ll be damned if we just keep on followin’ the same bullshit that we’ve been down before in our own right. We’ve seen how plenty of this shit goes already, when these teams just can’t get along enough worth a damn when the win is right there. When we’ve got something that can be accomplished, but we’re too in over our heads to get shit done. Yeah, I’ve been there, but I’m not here to waste this opportunity when this is as good as it could get. Nothing is guaranteed, I don’t give a damn if we have unsettled business once the bell rings, ‘cause that’ll become game time to start moving like a unit. A fully fledged, fully operational unit that will lay waste to any goddamn team that tries to step in our way. I mean, the rest of these teams barely get along well enough as is, they ain’t any better than—No, we ARE much better than the rest of ‘em ever could be. That’s the truth, ‘cause we know what’s at stake to the level that it needs to be approached, and I believe every shred of that.

Cy Henderson: Well, I have made myself more than clear these past couple of weeks. I will do whatever it takes to bring me closer to where I need to be, and I understand that winning this match will give me a pretty strong shot at achieving just that. I’ve been through more than enough wars in my lifetime, I’ve seen the storm & emerged through the other side unscathed. Everything that any single one of these people could have possibly been through, I have eclipsed & overcome to a far more resounding degree. It’s not just by chance of me being able to weather every disaster that comes my way, I have simply understood exactly what becomes necessary in order to survive, and succeed. These teams… They don’t have a soul who understands that to the most crucial extent. I’ve been down the most varied of roads, and most of all, I have never been deterred from eventually reaching my destination. A War Games win, that’ll just be another successful rendezvous.

(BRAE exhales sharply, pacing around in place as he continues to speak.)

BRAE: I may have not won the match last week—but all that has ever entailed, is the true fear that emanates from both of the teams who trekked onto Dynasty to begin with. To invoke such interference into a match that did not ever require such a thing, after I was prepared to stop the match from being ended by that exact motion, I was told everything that I could possibly know. They understood the dangers that lie within a Dynasty with momentum, they understood we are unstoppable once such momentum is on our side, and perhaps they were all the more fearful of what we would do with that nudge of a victory. Nonetheless, we are three men who have been able to make the most out of nothing…

Kirk Redwood: I sure fuckin’ have, I’ve had to scratch & claw from square one over and over again, time after time, and it still brought me to being in this goddamn match. I know exactly what it’s like to not have a damn thing, to know how the true lowest of the low has felt like, and they’re all gonna have to worry about that. They’re all gonna understand exactly how it feels, to be backed into the corner by the very fuckin’ person who has been in that situation for most of his damn career. Unkillable as I’ve always been, unkillable as WE will be when that cage is containing each & every single one of us. I don’t have time to hold back, too much is at stake with this match, and we’ve got plenty of time to kill by making a damn killing ourselves.

(Cy exhales sharply, his head lowered with a mediated expression.)

Cy Henderson: As much as I can see how opinions will vary on our stance in this match, given that our track record has not been up to snuff lately—make no mistake about any of this, we will still be as prepared as we could ever be. How many times have you seen this story play out before…? These teams, they come across as a such an emphatic display of dominance well beforehand, but the time comes for the action to transpire where it matters most…? All of their bite has been reduced to a fleeting bark, because they did not anticipate all of the experience & grit coming their way. No matter how many times that I’ve been through that rut, I am leaving far better off than whoever else was there trying to keep me from moving along. We will all get ourselves out of this with a win in the books, ‘cause we’re better than the narratives these teams push, we’re much better than these insecure morons who don’t know what’s coming.

(Kirk gives the nod with immediate effect, raising his own microphone.)

Kirk Redwood: Damn right, we’ve got ourselves one hell of a time comin’.

BRAE: The result will be all that needs to be recalled upon once the dusk settles—when we are able to finish strong, and that will be all that matters…

(‘Ultra Instinct’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers, as BRAE stands tall, vindicated in his words as Cy Henderson & Kirk Redwood are all looking amongst each other with clear expressions, as a united front… Then, the camera pans to the skybox placed well above the venue.)

(As the trio of Showdown can be seen in full, with Jon Kelton, Pandora Paisley & Damien Kutcher situated alongside one another. Jon & Pandora in much closer proximity to each other, with Damien leaning back as they’re all glancing amongst themselves in deliberate thought…)

(Followed by the trio of Voltage, with Damon Lazarus, Saori Aizen, & Auburn Ware—as Damon’s arm is settled around Saori’s shoulders, with Auburn & Saori exchanging rather dialed in looks, before Damon speaks in deliberation of what’s to come, as the scene soon fades away.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)

(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?

(…)

(…)

(…)

??: 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’!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

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…)

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*?

(…)

(…)

(…)

??: 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’!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

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…)

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a montage recapping last week’s show plays, the scene cuts to inside the arena, with pyrotechnics bursting into the air. The sold-out crowd cheers wildly; the shot captures them before transitioning to the commentary with a gradual fade in.)

Stew-O: Welcome EAW Universe to yet another edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! We are LIVE in Shreveport, Louisiana and it is a part here—but in three more weeks, we will be heading off for war! The march towards Territorial Invasion continues where Dynasty’s best and brightest stars will attempt to capture all of the glory not just for themselves, but for this brand as well!

Jake Mercer: They sure will, but of course, it isn’t just about brand supremacy. We’ve had some heated feuds build up as of late, such as NICK and David Gideon Smith, Harper Lee and Kassidy Heart, and of course, the World Heavyweight Championship match between Drake King and Michael Machina. On that note, apparently, they linked up with one another earlier in the week!?

Flannery McCoy: That is the word we’ve gotten, and to say it was… interesting would put it mildly. We have exclusive footage of that meeting, and we have it here, ready to be played!

(And as those words get out, the shot pans to the titantron then zooms in, and the scene gradually fades elsewhere…)

[SCREENBAR: THE ETERNAL ABOVE – HUDSON VALLEY, NEW YORK.]

???: Hm…

(Life is brought to the scene, where Michael Machina stands before the white doors of a church. His eyes hone in on the exterior; an unsightly thing even when nothing out of the ordinary sticks out. It’s isolated, tucked away within the deeper reaches of a lone road that stretches for miles on end. No surprise, given its owner and the hostile reputation he holds. It makes Michael crinkle his nose in disgust.)

Michael Machina: ‘Course a jackass like you got a whole building now. Arrogance piece of shit.

(A snort rumbles up his throat, forming a thick wad of spit that coils to his tongue—then, he pauses. Shaking his head, he swallows it down and groans.)

Michael Machina: Nah.

(Michael’s eyes lift up to the sky, as though someone was peering down to hear him.)

Michael Machina: Unlike him, I don’t gotta defile you to feel better.

(Hands rustle into the pockets of his sweatshirt. He takes a few slow trifles before speaking.)

Michael Machina: Hey, it’s me. You can open up so we can get this out of the way.

(…)

(…)

(…?)

Michael Machina: Eh?

(Huffing, he draws out a fist, knocking firmly.)

Michael Machina: Hello? You in there?!

(…)

(…)

(The door cracks open slowly. Michael’s eyes narrow, immediately on guard.)

Michael Machina: The hell?

(The frown on his face deepens, but he presses the door some more, carefully peeking in…)

(…and he sees a figure sitting by an altar. Dark strands cascade to the mid point of their back, and they don in an all-white ensemble.)

(Michael already knows who it is.)

(He takes another glance around. No one else—not even the key members of The Eternal Above—are present. However, he does not linger for much longer and enters, having enough decency to close the door with a soft ‘click’ behind him. Everything felt and looked too pristine. It was almost uncanny.)

(Michael stalks down the aisle until he reaches the front pew. There, the man’s head turns, looking at him.)

Drake King: So, you’ve come before God after all…

(Drake rises to his feet. Fingers interlock with each other. He stands, firm yet calm, in spite of the madness that colors his eyes. Michael scowls.)

Michael Machina: Stop callin’ yourself that, first off. Secondly, yeah—figured I might as well indulge in whatever it is you wanna talk about before I knock your head clean off for good and get back what’s mine.

(Drake snorts.)

Drake King: Yours? That is no longer the case. It’s awfully entitled of you to believe the world title belongs to you under any circumstances.

Michael Machina: Tch. You’re one to talk. You’ve gotta be one of the most entitled bastards EAW has ever seen. I definitely don’t need some kind of lecture from you.

Drake King: My entitlement, Michael, stems from the fact that I am the only one worthy enough to carry out the change I wish to enact, both for EAW and The World, but of course, you won’t care to listen to that. It is the same debaucherous hymn with you lot. It’s far easier to decry me as someone who has lost his mind, but tell me—you did that before, and it did not work out for you in the end. Are you that intent on repeating a history you’re actively failing to learn from as of now?

(There’s a curious cant to his head, and Michael’s brows furrow. Was he taunting? Genuine? It was hard to discern. However, he can make out the annoyance festering within like gnats growing into a swarm, itching to get out.)

(Drake stares. Michael forces out a breath. His shoulders slacken.)

Michael Machina: Trust me, I am… ‘learning’. I am learning how you aren’t ever gonna change. I’m learning how important it is for me to beat you, because if this keeps up, who knows what else you will do? You’re an egomaniac, Drake, and as far as I am concerned, you barely got by Pain for Pride through the skin of your teeth. It’s all cute to see you try and act all calm and composed now, as if you have some rational plan tucked within your sleeve with your cornies by you, but I still see the same miserable, spineless weasel who was a grade-A crashout ‘case he heard the saxophones blarin’ in his ears.

(Drake blinks. Then, he chuckles. It’s low and short, but it’s enough to make a brow of Michael’s raise.)

Drake King: I was. I had so much anger built within me, Michael—but do you really think I shall walk around within my Domain and continue with it? No. I got what I wanted; what was necessary for me to obtain, and here I am. My work extends far beyond the confines of wrestling, even though it is in desperate need of a massive overhaul. My purpose is grander than whatever selfish aspirations you possess, and through that, my actions shall change The World for the better.

Michael Machina: Damn. We gotta dig the other God up from his grave so that we don’t gotta hear you babble ever again.

Drake King: And I am sure that would be nice—but just like you, I was able to fell him on the biggest stage.

(Drake circles over to the altar, where the World Heavyweight Championship sits amidst the backdrop of a white and yellow flower centerpiece. He looks at it with a faint smile.)

Drake King: That is the one thing that has remained consistent. I have, frankly, gone off the deep end last season, but when it mattered the most, I laid every doubt to rest. I showed to people, especially those like you, who decry me as though I am unfit for this position. Ultimately, I have beaten everyone who thought their might was greater than mine, and if that does not make me God, then I am curious to know what you think it makes me be instead. Though, if I were to hear it straight from your mouth, it would involve a lot of uncouth words and egregious insults—right along with denial.

Michael Machina: Denial?

Drake King: Denial that you are incapable of wrestling with God.

(Silence stretches between them.)

(Suddenly, there’s a laugh, and Drake whips around.)

Drake King: What is funny?

(Michael continues to laugh. The incredulous, belly-aching kind. He shakes his head, hunched over slightly. Drake’s lips stretch faintly, eyes set with their unamused gaze.)

(When Michael settles, he wipes a tear with his thumb.)

Michael Machina: … Wow. So, that one win really gassed you up to thinking you’re better than me, huh?

(Drake’s scowl deepens.)

Drake King: It is not a matter of thinking. It is the truth. Otherwise, you would still be a champion. Alas, your time has run out, and you are simply unfit to carry not only the championship but the true power it possesses.

Michael Machina: Power!? Damn! You REALLY have lost it now!

Drake King: Alright—I was more than patient with you, Michael, but you would do well to watch your language—

Michael Machina: What is this? Kindergarten!? Man, fuck you. I knew this was just gonna be a crock of bullshit coming out of you. This was a complete waste of my damn time!

(Michael shakes his head, fanning Drake off.)

Michael Machina: You just wanna run your damn mouth and prop yourself up. That’s all it boils down to, and you know what? I could respect it if you were honest about it. However, all of a sudden you got these new followers and pushed the religious ideology harder, and it’s just a facade, Drake. No one is stupid, least of all me. You just want people to finally sing your praises after you spent, what, a season and some change dicking around and crying and on the verge of complete mental collapse? There’s no divine purpose for you other for you to get your ass beat and give me back what is mine.

(…)

(…)

(…)

Drake King: … what is yours?

(Drake’s own eyes form into slits. Michael glares back.)

Michael Machina: Yes.

(And he points to the championship. Drake’s gaze follows.)

Michael Machina: I ain’t no damn prophet or a God; I don’t need to hide behind all these masks and tryna ham fist a ‘saving the world’ excuse. I can admit I’m a selfish bastard, but ain’t that wrestling? ‘Sides, you were just like that for a good chunk of your career. You always had groups and an air of self-importance to you, sure, but now you’re moving as if you’re some Jim Jones knockoff and wanna eschew all these platitudes when you are the LEAST righteously- sane fucker in this company.

(Drake… nods his head. Pushes out his bottom lip. A ‘hm’ draws out.)

Drake King: Is that so..?

(Michael nods.)

Michael Machina: Yeah. No one is perfect. Not even you. The world doesn’t need to be saved when you barely saved your damn self—but you aren’t gonna be given a chance to correct that.

(Michael watches as Drake appears to be looking at him through the reflection of the centerplate. His fingers trace gingerly against its edge.)

Michael Machina: Territorial Invasion, this ends.

(…)

Drake King: Ends?

(Drake snickers. He takes up the championship, observing it more intently.)

Drake King: Oh, Michael. This is only the BEGINNING—!!

(And he spins, darting the title towards Michael’s head!)

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!)

(BUT HE IS SPEARED RIGHT INTO THE ALTER!)

(The structure topples over; flowers flown around, and the title clatters to the ground. Drake groans, clutching his midsection as pain swells throughout his body. He coughs.)

Drake King: Y-you wretched, insolent THING! Y-you will PAY for this!

(Michael staggers up, but he’s able to stand and dust himself. He looks down at Drake before he looks at the title.)

(For a split second, he contemplates taking it.)

Michael Machina: … nah. The only one who is going to pay is you.

(He turns, and he hears footsteps. That gets him to head out, and the doors fling before they slam shut.)

(Drake coughs, slow to sit up; one arm laced around his midsection. Father Abraham, Sister Annabell and Minister Boveri all gather around, quickly assisting him back up.)

Father Abraham: That heathen! Should’ve known he would’ve acted out like a wild boar and harm you! Are you okay!?

Drake King: Hngh… it hurts, I must admit… but this is nothing I cannot handle…

(Drake… then straightens up. His face remains contorted, but not as intensely as before. Only a hand remains on his midsection.)

(His eyes stare at the shut doors.)

Drake King: He has chosen his path toward ruin, and he will be brought to it completely. I swear it.

(The final shot shows Drake King’s eyes, highlighting the quiet storm within them, before the scene fades. The viewer is taken back to a live look of the arena.)

Stew-O: Wow. What a confrontation! Michael got one-up on Drake, but… from the looks of things… he was healing from that Bullet From Hell!

Flannery McCoy: :lupe: Can we really call it that?

Jake Mercer: Of course, Flan! It was a MIRACLE! Nothing else to it!

Flannery McCoy: I mean, I don’t know all about that. Michael could’ve gone easy, or that altar may have broken part of the impact for Drake.

Jake Mercer: BLASPHEMOUS! Do not doubt the capabilities of God! He ought to smite you the next time he is here!

Flannery McCoy: Riiiight. And I am so sure you would like that.

Stew-O: Well, we can deliberate all we want about that, but right now, we have our opening contest underway!

(And with that, the shot lands on Stephie Love, who is ready to introduce the participants for the first match of the evening.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“Steel Haze (Where Truth Meets)” by Kota Hoshino began to blast through the speakers of the arena! Signaling the arrival of AKIZA! AKIZA stepped out onto the stage, her head held high, a very determined look on her face as she was making her way down to the ring, looking ready to go..)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan! Weighing in at 143lbs!! She is “Queen Vermillion!!” AKIIIIZAAAAA!!

(AKIZA finally entered the ring, stepping towards the center of the ring as she spread her arms, before outstretching and reaching her hand out in front of her, taunting and backing up into her corner as “Kendrick, Clae & Cole by Marqus Clae started playing through the speakers!! NICK made his way out onto the stage, running a thumb over his nose..)

Stephie Love: And her opponent!! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan!! And weighing in at 215lbs!!! He is “The Punisher!!” NIIIIICK!!!!

(NICK finally made his way to the ring, entering it and stepping back into his corner, leaning back up against the ropes as he was waiting for this match to get started.)

(DING!! DING!! DING!!)

Flannery McCoy: Here we go ladies and gentlemen! We’re ready to get this match underway as finally the bell has rung. NICK vs AKIZA! Both competitors are stepping out of their corners now and they began to circle the ring, eyeing one another here. Trying to get a feeling out process started for this match early.

Jake Mercer: The two meet in the middle of the ring, reaching out towards one another, but as they interlock fingers.. AKIZA sends a kick to the chest of NICK’S!! Followed by another one!! And another one! We seem to be starting this match off hot! AKIZA swings for another kick to the chest.. But NICK CATCHES THE LEG! He’s decided he’s not taking anymore of those..

Stew-O: NICK painted AKIZA’S chest with a huge Knife Edge Chop!! He dropped her leg, and this allowed AKIZA to step back slightly, gritting her teeth as she felt the stinging pain of that chop! But she retaliated! Answering NICK’S Chop with a.. OPEN PALM STRIKE TO THE CHEST!! FOLLOWING IT UP WITH ONE TO THE FACE!!!

Flannery McCoy: Oh I believe that this match is starting to heat up! NICK seems to be reeling! But he shakes his head, before he now retaliates!! And.. BLASTS AKIZA WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! It’s like they’re just asking for each other and inviting each other to throw their best shot right now! Guess it comes down to who makes the first mistake.

Jake Mercer: AKIZA is now reeling and on wobbly legs! NICK is going to seize the opportunity here! He runs back towards the ropes and he rebounds off of them, rushing back at AKIZA.. but AKIZA LEVELS NICK WITH A HUGE BOOT TO THE FACE!!!

Stew-O: But NICK is still on his feet!! Staggering! AKIZA goes to swing at NICK with a huge Roundhouse kick to the head!! But NICK ducks under and he scoops AKIZA up onto his shoulders! Looking for.. POWERBOMB TO CONNECT!!!

Flannery McCoy: But AKIZA flipped forward.. sending NICK crashing to the canvas with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb!!! Keeping his legs hooked for the cover! The ref slides down onto the canvas to begin the count!!

(ONNNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!)

Jake Mercer: NICK kicks out with some authority and this match between the two continues! NICK rolls back up onto his feet with a quickness, before he’d charge in at AKIZA!! And extend his arm outward.. looking to connect with a huge Running Lariat to AKIZA!! But AKIZA ducked under it… and grabbed NICK!! Hoisting him off of his feet….

Stew-O: She planted him down onto her knee with a Uranage Backbreaker!! NICK bounced off of her knee and hit the canvas! Sitting up and holding his back in pain! But AKIZA wasn’t stopping there!! She rushed the ropes and came back towards NICK.. going for a… SLIDING LARIAT!!!

Flannery McCoy: BUT NICK CAUGHT THE ARM!! TRANSITIONING INTO AN ARM-TRIANGLE CHOKE TO AKIZA!!!

Jake Mercer: NICK has AKIZA trapped!! Trying to choke her out and end this match right here and now! But AKIZA is showing some resistance! AKIZA rocked back and forth, slightly creating a loosening of the grip, before slipping from under the hold!! And grabbing NICK’S arm.. bringing him to his feet, before STRIKING THAT SAME ARM WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!

Stew-O: This caused NICK to stumble back, clutching at his arm, before.. AKIZA LEVELED HIM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD!! NICK was reeling! He spun around but AKIZA caught him.. PLANTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!! But AKIZA kept it bridged for the pin!!!

(ONNNNEEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWWOOO!!!)

Flannery McCoy: NICK powers out of it!! Rising up to his feet as did AKIZA but AKIZA sent an open palm strike to his chest!! Followed by one to the face!! And another one to the face!! Lighting NICK up with open palm strikes!! She went to strike him again….

Jake Mercer: BUT.. NICK STOPPED HER IN HER TRACKS!! CRACKING HER OVER THE SKULL WITH A HUGE HEABUTT!! Leaving both himself and AKIZA reeling and on noodle legs!! They’re going bar for bar right with the strikes they’ve been throwing at one another!

Stew-O: NICK shakes head, shaking the effect of that Headbutt off, before charging in at AKIZA for a huge Running Big Boot to the face!! And it connects!! Sending AKIZA crashing down onto the canvas! But NICK grabs her up onto her feet, sending her towards the corner with an Irish whip!

Flannery McCoy: NICK is on a roll right now!! Taking the fight to AKIZA!! AKIZA crashes into the corner back first!! NICK rushes in at AKIZA!! And he’s crowding her with some shots to the midsection!! Hooks and jabs to the body of “Queen Vermillion!!” NICK doesn’t seem to be slowing down either! AKIZA is taking each blow to the body, trying her best to protect herself from the shots…

Jake Mercer: NICK rushes at the other corner, before he rushes back at the corner where AKIZA is still reeling!! And he… GOES TO STRIKE AKIZA WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!!

Stew-O: But.. AKIZA CATCHES NICK WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE!!! NICK stumbles back from the boot.. before she pulls NICK into a front face lock!! And.. SENDS HIM CRASHING INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A SNAP SUPLEX!! NICK crashes into the turnbuckles, rolling out of the corner and towards the center of the ring!

Flannery McCoy: This is giving AKIZA the room she needs to breathe. But.. NICK was starting to get up and onto his feet. AKIZA has got to continue her offense if she’s leaving here with a win tonight! And she’s doing just that as she rushes in at NICK!! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO THE BACK!! NICK goes tumbling through the ropes and to the floor at ringside!!

Jake Mercer: AKIZA wastes no time, rolling out of the ring and grabbing NICK up onto his feet. But NICK sends an elbow to AKIZA’s ribs to create some space. He dips low!! NICK is going for that Fireman’s carry takedown to the floor!! BUT AKIZA PLANTS HER FEET!! KEEPING ALL OF HER WEIGHT DOWN!!

Stew-O: She’s reaching down and grabbing at the waist of NICK’s pulling him into a wheelbarrow hold!! She hoists him and.. SENDS HIM CRASHING BACK INTO THE APRON BACK FIRST WITH A WHEELBARROW GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

Flannery McCoy: Did you hear that thud!? AKIZA is getting NICK into the ring quickly and she rolls in afterwards and slides into the cover, hooking his leg for the pin!

(ONEEEEE!!)

(TWWWOOO!!)

(THR—)

Jake Mercer: NICK gets the shoulder!! AKIZA rises to her feet and she grabs both of NICK’s wrists, pulling him to a knee! She may be looking for that knee lift here!! “ARONDIGHT!!!”

Stew-O: DOESN’T CONNECT!! NICK WAS ABLE TO PULL AWAY AND CATCH THE KNEE, STANDING TO HIS FEET!! NICK PULLS HER IN AND SCOOPS HER UP!! LOOKING FOR THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!

Flannery McCoy: AKIRA SLIPS DOWN OFF OF HIS BACK!! And she grabs him around the waist!! Looking to connect with the German Suplex!! But NICK sends an elbow into her jaw!! AKIZA is forced to release the hold!

Jake Mercer: NICK.. grabbed and sent AKIZA crashing to the canvas with a Hip Toss!! He rolled through with AKIZA up onto his shoulders, in a fireman’s carry.. before sending her crashing to the canvas with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! “BITCH MADE”!!! It connects!! NICK hooks the leg!!!

(ONEEEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOO!!)

(THREEEEEEEEE!!!)

(DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!)

Stew-O: NICK picks up the win here tonight over AKIZA! In a hard fought match, both competitors showed up tonight.. but it was NICK in the end who showed that he wanted it just a little bit more.

Flannery McCoy: Indeed, AKIZA has no reason to lower her head here tonight after a hard fought battle. Great performance by the tw- OH WHAT THE HELL!? IT’S DAVID GIDEON SMITH!! DAVID JUST SENT NICK TO THE CANVAS WITH A CLUBBING BLOW TO THE BACK!!!

Jake Mercer: Where the hell did he come from!? He’s backing into the corner now, calling NICK to his feet! NICK slowly starts to get up onto his feet as DGS is stalking him like prey! DGS rushes in at NICK.. LOOKING TO CONNECT WITH THE SPEAR!!! “INFINITE IMPALEMENT!!!”

Stew-O: IT DOESN’T CONNECT!! Because NICK STOPS HIM WITH A KICK TO THE FACE!! NICK GRABS DGS!! TOSSING HIM OUT OF THE RING!!!

NICK: (off-mic) Try that shit again! Come on! I dare you…!!

(The last shot being seen was an irate DGS, irritated at the fact that his plan didn’t work out!! Meanwhile back in the ring, NICK was continuing to shout at DGS as “Kendrick, Clae & Cole” by Marqus Clae started playing through the speakers!! NICK was staring a hole through DGS as the show transitioned…)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a shot of the Brookshire Grocery Arena. The camera focuses on the crowd as they’re on their feet in excitement, and it’s not long before they erupt into cheers as ‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ begins to play through the speakers. The shot goes over to reveal the New Breed Champion as Anna Wautier is seen making her way out from the backstage area. She has a smile on her face, taking a glance around, before making her way down the ramp and toward the ring.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION!!!!!!!!! ANNA WAUTIERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: The last time we saw Anna Wautier, she came out on top in her very first defense at Reckless Wiring against a handful of tough challengers. Since then, we have figured out what’s next on the docket for her, and that’s Territorial Invasion against an interesting opponent.

Flannery McCoy: Showdown’s Wynter Kurayami more than earned her opportunity to fight for the title, and now it’s safe to say she’s going to be watching very closely as Anna makes her way down to the ring tonight, looking to give her thoughts.

Jake Mercer: Look at the fire in the eyes of Anna, though! This is NOT someone to look over whatsoever. You’re going to have to give it your all to make sure that you put her away, especially after everything that she’s been through. This is going to be a thrill!

(Anna makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters the ring. She makes her way up to the top rope, posing with her title as the crowd continues to cheer, before jumping off and taking a microphone from the ringside area. ‘DIVE in LIVE’ begins to come to a close as she makes her way toward the center of the ring, taking a moment before she begins to speak.)

Anna Wautier: Since I won this title at Pain For Pride, it’s been a long journey to get to where I am right now. I have given everything that I can to Elite Answers Wrestling in order to find my purpose, to give meaning to a career that I looked back on with little satisfaction. When I beat Clayton Golde to win the New Breed Championship, I knew that it was a step in the right direction. I had not gotten to where I wanted to be yet, but I was close, and I had to continue to put everything into what I did in order to solidify my status. Reckless Wiring was the next step… and now Territorial Invasion is the continuation of my endeavor.

(Anna pauses, nodding her head before she continues on.)

Anna Wautier: Am I afraid of that, no? Because if so, then I wouldn’t be the Champion that this company needs, that it deserves. I am going to continue to fight, not just for this title, but for all of you, because when I look at someone like Wynter Kurayami… I don’t see someone who has this place’s best interest in mind. She wants to take it for her own and shape it into her own image of chaos, and that is something that I cannot allow no matter who it is. That being said, it is time that I address her, because it has been made official that she is my next title defense, and I am sure that she is more than insistent that she’s going to be the one to take this title away from me.

(Anna smirks as she paces around.)

Anna Wautier: I am not going to discredit what she’s been able to do so far. In fact, I am impressed with the strides that she has made since debuting, and winning the match at Midsummer Massacre to contend for this title in the first place is not something that is reserved for the weak. She is someone who still has so much to give to this place, and so much that we haven’t seen yet, and creating that air of uncertainty migh be something that she thinks plays into her favor, but it doesn’t make a difference.

(Anna turns and looks at the hard camera with a glare.)

Anna Wautier: Because I will be ready for her regardless just as I am for anyone else that I face.

(She pauses, but before she can continue on… ‘Phantasmagory’ by Denkare begins to play through the speakers. The crowd boos loudly as Anna glances over, getting her first look at Wynter Kurayami as she’s seen making her way out. She takes a glance around before focusing on the ring, keeping her eyes fixated completely on Anna as she makes her way down the ramp.)

Stew-O: Here we go. This is the first time that Wynter and Anna meet in the ring, and needless to say considering the chaos that comes from someone like Kurayami, this isn’t going to be very good.

Flannery McCoy: Wynter has earned this opportunity and she’s going to relish in it, so we’re going to see how she takes going up against a Champion like Anna Wautier. Do you think she’s going to get in her head?

Jake Mercer: It would certainly give her the advantage!

(Wynter makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters into the ring. She makes her way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Phantasmagory’ comes to a close. She turns around and approaches Anna as she slowly raises her microphone up.)

Wynter Kurayami: Oh, Anna… what am I going to do with you…?

(Wynter approached the Champion, tilting her head as she licked her lips.)

Wynter Kurayami: I see it in your eyes… It’s fear. You fear what you don’t know, and perhaps you’re right in that thinking, because you have no idea what I could possibly do, and that scares you. You don’t know what to do. As much as you want to say you’re prepared for that… we know the truth. We know that you’re the scared little girl who first came into this company and thought nothing of herself. For as big of a Champion as you build yourself up to be, you certainly lack the mental composure that you claim to have, and that… excites me. That makes it so much easier than I expected.

Anna Wautier: Why should I be afraid of you, Wynter? I’m not backing down, and I don’t expect you to back down either. I earned this title for a reason, and I’m not going to let it go just because someone thinks that I don’t deserve it.

(Wynter snickers, as she continues to look at Anna.)

Wynter Kurayami: I look at you, and I see someone who is desperate to fit in. To find their place in this world… but has failed. I suppose living in the shadow of a superior older brother will do that to you. Perhaps… he will look at you as more than just a failure one day.

Stew-O: OH! ANNA HAS SNAPPED! SHE PUNCHES WYNTER IN THE FACE! AND SHE TACKLES HER DOWN TO THE GROUND AND BEGINS TO NAIL HER WITH PUNCHES!

Flannery McCoy: I DON’T THINK WE’VE SEEN THIS SIDE OF ANNA WAUTIER, BUT SHE’S PISSED AND SHE’S BEGINNING TO LAY IN PUNCHES TO THE FACE OF WYNTER! WYNTER QUICKLY ROLLS HER OVER AND BEGINS TO DELIVER PUNCHES BACK, AND WE’RE IN THE MIDST OF AN INTENSE BRAWL!

Jake Mercer: WYNTER GRABS ANNA BY THE HAIR AS SHE BRINGS HER UP, AS SHE RUNS HER FORWARD AND SLAMS HER AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE! BUT ANNA CONNECTS WITH AN ELBOW TO THE CHEST, BEFORE THROWING HER THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING!

Stew-O: WYNTER STAGGERS UP, AS ANNA GRABS HER AROUND THE WAIST AND RUNS HER INTO THE CORNER BARRICADE! AND NOW SHE’S BEGINNING TO LAY INTO PUNCHES WITH HER!

Flannery McCoy: BUT THIS IS QUICKLY COMING TO A CLOSE! SECURITY IS COMING IN AND BREAKING THE TWO OF THEM APART!

(Wynter has blood coming from her lip as she smirks, starting to cackle as she’s being dragged backward, knowing that she did her job. Anna is pissed as she holds her hands up, refusing to fight back as she allows herself to be dragged away with her title in tow. It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade out.)

(A commercial plays for Persona 6.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time’ by Panic! At The Disco hits the speakers to an immediate loud reception from the fans. TFK shines brightly underneath the spotlight, smiling to the crowd. He makes his way down, tagging the fans and embracing their energy.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 165 pounds, from Manila, Philippines, he is…. TTTTTTT!!!! FFFFFFFF!!! KKKKKKKKKKK!!!

(Once TFK is settled in the ring, ‘My House’ by Beyoncé hits the speakers next and Venus De Martin emerges from the back, already fired up. She tags some fans on her way down to the ring, but her priority is getting inside and going straight into the match.)

Stephie Love: His opponent, weighing in at 128 pounds, from Houston, Texas, she is the “DON DIVA” …. VEEEENNNNUUUSSSSSS!! DDDDDEEEEEEEEE MMARRRRTTTTIIIINNNNNN!!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: Venus and TFK both shuffle around the ring after heading the bell, trying to get a good read on the other. Neither wants to rush into any mistakes, but they also can’t start this match off just by staring each other down and expecting anything to come out of it!

Jake Mercer: All part of their individual plans, as Venus breaks out of the staredown and into an elbow to the jaw of TFK! That came quick, and she swings another one, but TFK blocks it this time and transitions into a wrist lock! Venus grits her teeth, then TFK throws a stiff forearm to Venus’s head, getting a measure of revenge.

Flannery McCoy: TFK transitions to a hammerlock, but with the free arm, Venus wraps it around the back of his head and snapmares him over! TFK charges in and Venus dropkicks him! He rises and gets met with another dropkick from Venus! She pulls TFK up and leans him against the ropes. Quickly, she sends TFK off with an irish whip…

Stew-O: She tries for back body drop, but TFK with the sunset flip! Venus rolls through immediately, throwing a sliding knee straight to the jaw of TFK! He hits the mat hard, and she drags him up. A big forearm to the jaw, and she turns him around. She wraps her arm around his neck, trying to set up for a—no! TFK with a back elbow of his own! He drops to his knees, judo tossing her over his shoulder.

Jake Mercer: Venus pops up and TFK immediately brings her down with a dropkick! She rises and eats another dropkick for her troubles! Venus fall to the ropes and TFK takes her wrist for an irish whip, but it’s promptly countered. Venus comes off the ropes with a flying clothesline, and she calls TFK up! She bounces off the ropes for a second one! Now, Venus is really feelingit!

Flannery McCoy: As she comes off the ropes for a third, TFK catches her arm this time, and he scoops her up for a half-nelson suplex! Venus lands harshly on the back of her head, and TFK rises, stepping out of the ring. He climbs up top and aims down at her, diving off the top rope with a senton straight to the ribs! TFK hooks the legs!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

Stew-O: Kick out! TFK takes Venus up by the hair and nails her with a forearm. Another forearm, and Venus is struggling to stand. TFK bounces off the ropes behind him and flies into a kick, but Venus sidesteps it. She leaps onto the shoulders and tries for a poison rana of some sort, but TFK is hanging onto her… so she transitions to a victory roll instead!

OOOONNNNEEEEE!!

Jake Mercer: Only a one count as TFK shoves Venus off of him. That gives Venus momentum to come off the ropes and leap into a harsh dropkick straight to the skull! TFK goes down, and Venus rises to her feet, slapping her chest. TFK rolls away to the ropes and picks himself up, falling into the turnbuckles. Venus is up to her feet and runs into a clothesline, but TFK raises both boots up and she falls back, holding her jaw.

Flannery McCoy: Now, he climbs up the middle rope and points in for her… but Venus runs forward and leaps into a hurricanrana, sending TFK flying off the middle rope and right onto his back! TFK is hurting, and Venus wills herself up to her feet. She pumps her fist, calling TFK up. She nails him with an elbow to the jaw this time, and turns him around. She wraps both arms around the neck of TFK, holding him in position…

Stew-O: Venus wants a cutthroat neckbreaker, but TFK begins to fight her grip! He’s shaking his wrists, and TFK is doing everything in her power to hang onto him … but he snaps out of it and jams her head into his thighs! He scoops Venus up for a powerbomb, but she swivels down and counters in mid-air with a FACEBUSTER! TFK holds his head and he rolls to his back, dazed.

Jake Mercer: De Martin makes her way up, and she runs to the ropes, wanting to end this one early! SHE LEAPS TO THE ROPES FOR ‘V IS FOR VEN—’ NOPE! TFK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Venus lands, but she nearly tweaks her ankle, having to backroll away! TFK rises to his feet and he leaps into a FLATLINER! VENUS GETS PLANTED, AND HE HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

Flannery McCoy: Venus kicks out! TFK picks her up after and then he lifts her into a fireman’s carry! He also wants to end this one early, trying for ‘MALAKAS!’ BUT VENUS CATCHES THE ANKLE AS SHE GOES DOWN! She takes the leg and rolls TFK up to his feet! Venus launches her body forward, frontrolling into a scorpion kick! TFK falls against the ropes, stunned against the middle ropes!

Stew-O: De Martin hits off the ropes, trying for a spinning wheel kick, but TFK drops down, and Venus spills through the middle rope, straight to the floor! TFK rises to his feet, while Venus is still hurting on the ground! She holds at her ribs in agony, meanwhile, TFK quickly runs off the ropes with no hesitation! Venus is up and she turns to the ring…

Jake Mercer: SUICIDE DIVE FROM TFK! DOWN GOES VENUS! He drags her up and throws her into the ring! He makes his way up top, calling his shot… Venus is still down, and TFK LEAPS WITH A DIVING ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE—NO! VENUS SCOUTED IT OUT FROM EARLIER! SHE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND TFK GOES ELBOW FIRST INTO THE MAT!

Flannery McCoy: TFK is writhing in pain, but Venus is quite slow to get up to her feet and follow up. Finally, she does, and TFK slowly rises. Venus bounces off the ropes and she immediately twirls into a tilt-a-whirl for ‘CUT THAT SHIT OU—’ NO! TFK TOSSES HER OFF! Venus lands onto her feet! TFK runs past her, into a handspring LARIAT! GOT HER!

Jake Mercer: Immediately after, TFK calls Venus up to her feet! Adrenaline is fueling Venus to get up and try and keep fighting, but TFK has his sights set on her already! She looks up, and here comes TFK who runs into the ‘LODI DDT!’ JUMPING DDT PLANTS HER HEAD-FIRST INTO THE MAT! TFK ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE COVER!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

Stew-O: SHOULDER UP FROM DE MARTIN! TFK shakes his head, but he’s gotta keep the match going! He drags Venus up again, and lifts her into a fireman’s carry! For the second time, TFK attempts ‘MALAKAS’, but NO! VENUS PRESSES HER HANDS ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND LANDS IN FRONT OF HIM! SHE JAMS TFK’S HEAD IN!

Flannery McCoy: ‘WIG SPLITTER!’ SHE FLIPS RIGHT INTO SPIKING TFK ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! TFK IS OUT OF IT, AND SHE SHOVES HIM OVER! VENUS HOOKS THE LEGS, HOPING TO GET THE WIN RIGHT HERE!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

Jake Mercer: TFK SHOOTS HIS SHOULDER UP! Both mustering out big kickouts, and this match continues on! Venus slowly rises, and TFK rolls to the ropes. She follows him and throws a big forearm to the jaw. TFK sends a kick to the gut, but it’s a weak one, and she forearms him again! TFK falls, seated against the ropes. Venus sees her chance and she runs off the ropes!

Stew-O: But he pops up to his feet and he sends her over to the apron! Venus narrowly hangs onto the ropes, and then TFK runs to the ropes to his side and leaps to the middle rope, diving into a TRIANGLE DROPKICK! Venus lands harshly on the apron, and TFK pulls her inside the ring before she can fall to the floor!

Flannery McCoy: Now, TFK pulls Venus up to her feet. He hooks her into a front headlock and he lifts her up vertically, spinning into the BROKEN ARROW! Beautifully executed, as he takes both of Venus’s legs and hooks them over his shoulder for the cover!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

Jake Mercer: Venus thrusts her shoulder up in time! Very close kickout! TFK shakes his head, and Venus is laid out on the mat. He sees this and reaches for the legs, trying to find an alternative to ‘Malakas’, but Venus sees it coming! She quickly grabs the bottom rope and starts aggressively hurling kicks at TFK! She tries her best to hang onto the ropes!

Stew-O: The referee is getting involved to try and break TFK off, but Venus kicks him away completely! He skids backwards, falling to his side. Venus rolls over and she rises to her feet. She swings a big punch, but TFK ducks under! He grabs Venus’s shoulders and leaps into a backstabber, impaling her back onto his knees!

Flannery McCoy; TFK is up to his feet and he pulls Venus up as well. He lifts her into a fireman’s carry, and again, TFK is trying to wrap this one up… but Venus rolls over the shoulder into a sunset flip! TFK is the one who rolls through this time, and he rolls into a jackknife pin—

Jake Mercer: She hooks the waist and slowly deadlifts off of the canvas! Both of them turn around, as Venus tries for a backslide! TFK rolls over the shoulders of Venus, but she takes the wrist of TFK and pulls him in! ‘CUT THAT SHIT OUT!’ THE TILT-A-WHIRL FACEBUSTER PLANTS TFK FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!

Stew-O: Venus rolls TFK onto her back and she runs up to the ropes, springboarding up! ‘V FOR VENDETTA!’ THE SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT LANDS! AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOONNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!

TTTTTHHHHRRRRREEEEEEE!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, VEEENNNUUUSSSS DDDEEEEE MMMAARRRTTTIIINNNN!!!

(Venus rolls off of TFK, taking a deep breath once the match is over. The referee takes her arm and raises it up. She releases from the ref, climbing the middle rope and extending her arms out. She calls on the crowd for their energy, as the fans continue to cheer her, already taking a liking to what she brings to the table.)

Jake Mercer: And just like that, Venus picks up the victory in her Dynasty debut! A strong showing for her, who had a tough challenge in TFK, considering he is just a few weeks removed from challenging for the New Breed Championship at Reckless Wiring…

Flannery McCoy: Indeed, TFK was not going to give her an easy way out of this match whatsoever, but Venus showed up determined to pick up the victory and she wasn’t going to allow anything to hold her back from doing that, hence the victory falling into her lap!

Stew-O: TFK has nothing to be ashamed of. You win some and you lose some, he continues to show how sharp he is in that ring, but the credit goes to Venus tonight for a strong start to what could be a very promising career. But right now, we are going to take you all to an exclusive moment that occurred last week on Dynasty as a major opportunity was offered to someone who left with an impressive victory of their own!

[SCREENBAR: LAST WEEK — DYNASTY]

(Dynasty reopened backstage with a camera following Delaney Rhodes, fresh from her victory over Kendall Von earlier in the show, but a figure was waiting for her.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Delaney, I wanted to personally congratulate you on your win out there. Those kinds of impressive performances get you big opportunities here, keep it up.

(He reached out his hand to shake Delaney, who’s subsequently obliged.)

Delaney Rhodes: Thank you.

Tyrone Montgomery: And I also wanted to personally inform you that, as a result of your recent standout performances, you’re already getting one of those big opportunities. At Territorial Invasion there will be a tri-brand triple threat match to determine the number one contender to the Specialists Championship, and you will be Dynasty’s representative.

(Delaney’s eyes lit up at the opportunity, nodding.)

Delaney Rhodes: I’ll make sure to make the most of it, you can count on that.

(They both dropped the handshake with a reciprocated nod by Tyrone.)

Tyrone Montgomery: I’d offer you some good luck but with how you’ve been handling yourself this season, I don’t think you’ll need it.

(He turned and walked off, leaving Delaney to take her second victory of the night in stride, walking elsewhere as well as the camera began to pan elsewhere, slowly coming to a stop as it reached a figure leaning against the wall, quietly listening in on the conversation.)

Kendall Von: You’ve got to be kidding me…

(Kendall curled her lip back, trailing off as visible anger stained her expression. Holding herself back from speaking further, she turned abruptly and booted the nearest trash can down the hallway as far as she could. Her arm still tightly held against her torso, she stormed off down the hallway, bringing the segment to a close.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed shifts backstage to a live view inside of Tyrone’s office, where he is sorting through some paperwork for the show; suddenly, a knock is heard on the door before none other than Delaney Rhodes enters the office.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Ah, Delaney!

Delaney Rhodes: Hey, Tyrone; don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I wanted to drop by and thank you face to face for the opportunity that I was given.

Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, it isn’t a problem; elitists that show their mettle in the ring deserve to be given a chance to shine brighter, and that’s exactly what I’m looking to do for you.

Delaney Rhodes: I definitely appreciate that. I know the pressure has been on for you and, well, everyone is a critic, but as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been happy with your leadership so far. Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not trying to kiss up and get opportunities handed to me because I treat you nice, but straight up, I think you’re doing the best you can.

Delaney Rhodes: It isn’t all doom and gloom. You just have to keep rolling with the punches; complaints will always be there, but you can at least know that there are people out there that see the work you’ve been putting in for the brand and appreciate all of the effort. It hasn’t gone unnoticed.

(Tyrone gives a light smile at Delaney’s sincere praise.)

Tyrone Montgomery: That means a lot. Thank you.

Delaney Rhodes: You’re welcome! As for me, I think I’ll follow my own advice and roll with the punches myself; if I have an opportunity in front of me, you can bet that I’ll give it my hundred and ten percent effort and see the result through to the end no matter what.

Delaney Rhodes: Especially after everything that happened with Kassidy Heart, you can rest assured that I’m raring to go and prove that I am championship material. What better place to start than with that Specialists Championship? Some of the industry’s greatest women had their Specialists Championship reigns kick off their career and send them soaring to legend status.

Delaney Rhodes: Just know that I’m not going to take this for granted. I’m approaching this with only one outcome in my head, and that’s me joining those legends as one of the wrestlers that broke through the glass ceiling.

Tyrone Montgomery: Well, there’s only one way to get there, and that’s proving it in the ring; show me what you’ve got and show the world that you deserve the opportunity.

(Delaney reached out and shook Tyrone’s hand before marching off, feeling highly motivated. The video feed lingered on Tyrone as he returned to his desk, before fading to black.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on an area away from the arena. There, Chris Elite is seen on the phone, seemingly talking to his manager, Sterling Luxe.)

Chris Elite: Mfers don’t know how to show up on time. Tyrone dared to pick favorites and delay my Interwire Championship shot; now he wants to try and bullshit the Brand Warfare team this year. Unbelievable…

(Sterling seems to respond on the phone, but as he does, the door creaks open to show someone making their way in. Chris raises an eyebrow as he slowly lowers the phone.)

Chris Elite: I’ll call you back.

(The shot pans over to show Interwire Champion Effy McAvoy as she’s seen making her way in. She takes a seat across from Chris at the long table inside of the room, as the future challenger for the title smirks.)

Chris Elite: What do you wanna talk about, beloved?

Effy McAvoy: I want to talk about how you’re a threat to my title. I am more than willing to put my issues aside if it means representing this team and being the best that I can possibly be, but why should I trust you to be able to do the same? Can I really stand by your side and expect you not to stab me in the back for your own benefit?

(Chris chuckles as he crosses his arms.)

Chris Elite: Because I’ve already made a fool of myself more times than I’m comfortable with these past couple of years. If there’s one thing that I’d want more than anything else, it’s to win, and not even you are going to get in the way of that regardless of whether or not you’re across from me or by my side. So you have to make the decision whether or not you want to cooperate, as long as you don’t cause any problems… I won’t be in your way.

(There’s a lingering moment of silence, as Effy leans forward.)

Effy McAvoy: I. Don’t. Trust. You.

(Chris continues to smirk at her as she looks at Effy.)

Chris Elite: Give that same energy for everyone else.

(Suddenly, before Effy can say anything else, the door swings open immediately. Someone storms in, and Chris immediately rises to his feet.)

Daryl Kinkade: Don’t think you can get away with what happened at Reckless Wiring, bruv! We’ve got some unfinished business.

Chris Elite: You can keep dickriding, or you can accept that you got your ass beat at RW; I don’t give a fuck. You’re not gonna get in the way of Dynasty winning Brand Warfare.

Daryl Kinkade: I didn’t know you were the voice of reason now, huh? After everything that you did, maybe you don’t deserve to win this match at all.

Effy McAvoy: Absolutely not. I’M not going to let this get in the way of Brand Warfare. You lost, deal with it. You have a chance to win again. Is that too much to ask?

(Daryl turns his head to Effy, smirking.)

Daryl Kinkade: Trust me. I’m not going to let the Interwire Championship slip away from me so easily. But there’s a time and a place for that. I can play nice… but you should be asking Chris the same thing.

Effy McAvoy: I do love having a target on my back, and I certainly love having some friends to play with. But if you’re not going to play nice now, then you’re going to show exactly why you’re never going to get close to this title.

Chris Elite: Facts.

Daryl Kinkade: Do you ever shut the fuck up-

???: ENOUGH!

(Before the two of them can come to blows, someone quickly appears and interjects between them.)

KASAI: I do not wish to have this pointless squabble between MY teammates on MY team. You may like it, or you may hate it, but that is the reality of the situation.

(KASAI makes her way into the scene, and as she does, Brianna Hill is seen leaning against the doorframe, having been watching the entire time. Even though she lost what would end up being a Team Captain match in the main event to the Empress of Elite, she’s more than willing to play nice right now, unlike everyone else.)

(Chris rolls his eyes as he takes a couple of steps back, allowing himself to back away and deescalate. Daryl doesn’t seem as keen on doing so, but he knows at the same time that he’s not going to solve much of the issues at hand if he continues fighting with his own team. For the time being, he breaks away from Chris and his issues with him and turns directly to KASAI.)

KASAI: I do not care what issues that you have with this team. I understand that many of you feel like it’s a disservice to yourself and your abilities to be placed in a situation like this, being led by someone who you obviously think less of, and I’m not slighted by it… that is merely the reality of a business as cruel as this. But if there’s one thing that I know all of you are not going to stand for, it’s a blotch on your Marquee Event record. Reckless Wiring was not favorable for the majority of us, and while many can reap the benefits of their success…

(Chris smirks as he turns his head to Daryl.)

KASAI: Others are fighting with more fire than ever, knowing that there is still much more time to the season. I think of you as adults, not children, and you are going to show me that you are adults by helping not me, but YOURSELVES in achieving a victory that is far beyond any conventional one. Last year, Dynasty had the benefit of winning the Brand Warfare match. Tyrone Montgomery knew what to do and constructed a team that was built for success that year, and I do not anticipate it being any different now. We were all chosen for a reason, not because we take issues with one another, but because we are some of the best that Dynasty has to offer. And we will continue to prove as much when we win for the second consecutive year. Do I make myself clear?

Brianna Hill: Ay ay Captain. ‘

Daryl Kinkade: As long as everyone else plays nice, I’m in.

Chris Elite: Suck my dick, bro.

(KASAI glances over at Effy, who is still seated in her chair, crossing her arms.)

Effy McAvoy: It’s not wrong for me to think that I should be Captain because I’m the only Champion on the team.

Chris Elite: I think you should shut the fuck up, damn.

Effy McAvoy: I’m sorry, maybe you can give your input when you’ve actually beaten me for this title. Right now, you’re just in line for it, and Chris Elite hasn’t done anything meaningful to convince me why it would be anything otherwise. If you really want to prove anything to me, then you would make a huge point by putting your massive ego aside and actually doing something for the team.

Chris Elite: You gotta be stupid because that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do. But the only thing that has happened is me being antagonized and targeted because I’ve rubbed people the wrong way. So fucking what? That’s what you signed up for having Chris Elite on your team; maybe you just have to deal with it, because I know that there’s no better choice than me to help you get the win.

Daryl Kinkade: And you’re going to cheat your way to it just like you’ve done your entire career.

Brianna Hill: Can we calm down here-

Chris Elite: Nah, because bitches like him wanna try and cause problems even when I’m backing down from that shit. Fucking annoying.

Brianna Hill: If this is what we’re going to do the entire time until Territorial Invasion, then we’re just going to waste our time. If we want to actually win this match, then we don’t need to like each other, but we sure as hell need to trust each other. I don’t think that’s so difficult.

(Chris looks at everyone else, feeling like he’s being targeted even though he’s done nothing wrong in his mind.)

Chris Elite: If you wanna sort this shit out… then you better get to doing it yourself.

(Chris turns around and storms out of the room without a second glance. Effy rolls her eyes as she leans back in her chair. Daryl shakes his head as he looks at all of them.)

Daryl Kinkade: I trust all of you, but I don’t trust him. If nothing changes about his attitude, then Brianna is right; this is a complete waste of time.

(Daryl turns around and makes his way out of the scene as well. Effy then turns to the two of them.)

Effy McAvoy: Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if we had proper leadership. But I’m not complaining. You do what’s best, KASAI.

(Effy follows as she takes her leave as well, leaving Brianna and KASAI. Brianna rubs the back of her neck as she looks at KASAI.)

Brianna Hill: We’ve… got our work cut out for us.

(KASAI glanced over at Brianna, crossing her arms.)

KASAI: We will succeed. We don’t have a choice if we want to win.

(The two of them make their way out of the scene, as it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(The crowd began to settle in preparation for the match ahead, only to immediately spring into boos as ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics hit, with the volume of boos growing as Harper Lee emerged from the back, holding her briefcase in one hand. Confident as ever, she began to march down to the ring, waving off the negative reaction as she walked.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, she is the 2026 Cash In The Vault holder…HARPER LEE!

Stew-O: Coming off a big victory over KASAI at Reckless Wiring, Harper Lee found herself on the wrong end of an encounter with Kassidy Heart, who was far from pleased with how confident Harper has become. These two are all but confirmed to be on a collision course for the title of ‘the best.’

Flannery McCoy: Harper’s not letting that ambush get to her, or at least, not letting it show on her face. She’s as confident as ever, has more momentum than anyone around, and, with that briefcase in hand, could easily be the most dangerous Elitist on Dynasty. She’s gonna be looking to keep that momentum rolling this week and send a message to everyone watching, including Kassidy Heart.

(Harper settles in the corner, handing her briefcase off as she briefly prepares, ‘Sweet Dreams’ fading out in favor of ‘The Reckoning’ by Within Temptation, switching the mood of the crowd in an instant to an uproar of cheers. Effy McAvoy soon made her appearance at the top of the ramp, with the Interwire Championship in hand.)

Stew-O: Speaking of elitists who left with a victory at Reckless Wiring, Effy did well to shut down a valiant effort by Kendall Von, once again proving just how great she has become. She has made the Interwire Championship her own and doesn’t seem to be slowing down whatsoever.

Jake Mercer: More than that, she’s already got her spot at Territorial Invasion secured, being chosen to represent Dynasty in Brand Warfare! She’s gonna be one tall mountain to climb for Harper Lee, and I am sure we’re in for a very tight contest.

(Effy finished making her way to the ring and, similarly to Harper with the briefcase, handed off the Interwire Championship to the referee before backing into the opposite corner, getting a few quick stretches before the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: The bell rings, and both elitists are off to the races, circling the center of the ring as they prepare to engage! Effy seems the more proactive of the two, taking the center with a decisive step forward, forcing Harper to choose between giving up the center or engaging in a tie-up!

Flannery McCoy: And she chooses the latter! Harper lunges forward and begins to jockey for control, swaying back and forth as this lock-up turns into more of a violent struggle, trying to force the other out of the center of the ring, but neither is willing to let go just yet!

Jake Mercer: It’s a tight matchup so far, with Harper and Effy unable to get a true advantage just yet. Effy reaches for the leg, breaking off the tie-up, but Harper is quick to step over, securing control of the waist and lifting Effy back up, then into an attempted side headlock!

Stew-O: Effy’s not gonna stay passive here, raising her hands to catch Harper’s and deny the headlock, wrapping around and into a wristlock! One wrench of the wrist is all it takes to bring Harper down to one knee, slowing the pace with Effy in control!

Flannery McCoy: Harper looks to stand back up, but Effy is quick to shut down, stepping down with her boot into the back of Harper’s knee, bringing her right back down! The Interwire Champion is not gonna let control slip out of her hands just yet, as Harper continues to struggle!

Jake Mercer: And Harper still has the guts to keep fighting this wristlock, twisting with Effy to try and get behind her but is unable. Effy rips her arms down, bringing Harper to one knee before LIFTING WITH HER OWN KNEE! A big knee connects against the nose of Effy, breaking wrist control and sending her stumbling towards the ropes!

Stew-O: Effy is forced to spend some time nursing her nose, leaving her in position for Harper to step up and launch an Enzuguri across the face, dropping her from a kneeling position to the mat in no time flat! Harper’s not sluggish today, dropping into the cover immediately!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

…

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!

Flannery McCoy: Oh—Effy with the arm hooked and rolls back, pinning Harper’s shoulders to the mat with a crucifix!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

…

Jake Mercer: Quick kick-out by Harper Lee! Both the Interwire Champion and Cash In The Vault holder rush to their feet, not skipping a beat and rushing at each other in mere moments, both looking for a deep arm drag and both coming up empty! Back to zero they go, rolling to their feet again!

Stew-O: Effy has the initial advantage, but Harper is quick to audible with a swipe of the leg, right into a lateral press!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!

Flannery McCoy: But Effy is able to shove her off, now giving Harper the advantage as she gets to her feet first! Effy returns the favor, swiping the leg and laying down for a lateral press—but Harper has it countered with a quick roll onto her side, trying to escape the reach!

Jake Mercer: Delayed but not yet denied, Effy pushes Harper fully onto her back, mounting her from the top and looking to rain down strikes, starting with a palm strike right to the back of the head, and that one shocked Harper into covering up, not in a great position right now!

Stew-O: Effy is not letting up with these, meticulously firing away with these palm strikes, trying to break the grip of Harper, who is trying to keep her hands locked behind her head. The defense is holding, so Effy is changing her approach, locking her arms between Harper’s, and using the offered defense to secure a full Nelson!

Flannery McCoy: Harper is quickly realizing what Effy is going for and looks to bring her arms down immediately, but it is too late! Effy has it locked in and lifts her up, thrashing away with the full Nelson locked in, now looking for a Dragon Suplex perhaps—

Jake Mercer: Oh but Harper lifts her boot in the air and brings it down on Effy’s, stomping the foot of the Interwire Champion and forcing her to release the hold, stumbling a step and giving Harper a moment of reprieve! Harper walks to the ropes, using them for support…

Stew-O: OH BUT EFFY RUSHES FORWARD AND GRABS THE WAIST OF HARPER, REELING BACK AND TOSSING HER WITH A SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! HARPER LEE IS SENT ROLLING BACK TO HER FEET FROM THE MOMENTUM!

Flannery McCoy: Harper is stumbling as Effy returns to her feet, bringing momentum back to her side…BUT HARPER RETALIATES BY GRABBING THE SHOULDERS OF EFFY AND JUMPING INTO THE AIR, ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS!’ Effy’s back meets Harper’s knees, rolling away and writhing in pain from the maneuver!

Jake Mercer: But Harper is unable to make the cover or capitalize immediately, lying on her back as the two elitists end this exchange in a tight stalemate, neither having broken the deadlock just yet!

Stew-O: It’s a slow process as both roll to opposite sides of the ring, with Harper just a step ahead of Effy, on her feet first as she immediately moves to take advantage of their positions! She reaches down to grab Effy by the hair—

Flannery McCoy: Only to be met by a stiff punch to the jaw, sending her back a few steps! Harper didn’t see that one coming as Effy looses a hell of a jab! Still, that did more to piss Harper off more than anything, marching towards Effy as she gets back to her feet to return the favor.

Jake Mercer: But all she finds is a kick to the gut—and a follow-up combination of punches, with two connecting with the torso and a final one across the jaw! This flurry of offense has Harper on the ropes as Effy grabs her by the side of her head and lifts with a jumping knee, landing square on the chin!

Stew-O: Harper’s dazed, and Effy is carrying that momentum with her, placing Harper between her legs and now starting to hook the arms! She lifts, looking for a powerbomb-! Oh, but Harper’s legs swing, making this attempted powerbomb as difficult as possible as Effy finally drops her!

Flannery McCoy: Only to immediately respond with a clubbing blow to the back! Harper’s resistance drops as Effy returns to the lab, hooking each arm and lifting Harper into the air, connecting with a huge double-underhook powerbomb! Into the cover she goes with a stack!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

…

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

…

Jake Mercer: Kick out by Harper Lee! It’s gonna take a whole lot more than that to put her down for good, and Effy understands that, using this more to wear her down. It’s a test of wills and endurance for these two elitists.

Stew-O: Effy is back to her feet and back to work, pulling Harper along as she moves to the corner, stunning her with another jab to soften her up some more, now lifting her up and into the top rope, hooking each leg behind the ropes themselves.

Flannery McCoy: And now she begins to climb, reaching the middle rope and grabs the head of Harper to lock under her arm, hooking Harper’s arm over her own head, standing tall on the top rope as she looks for a superplex!

Jake Mercer: But Harper fights back with a slap to the side of the torso, weakening Effy McAvoy’s resolve with the hold, her grip slipping! And Harper immediately follows it up with an elbow to the jaw!

Stew-O: The grip drops fully, and now both Effy and Harper are standing in a most precarious position on the top rope! Effy responds with a punch to the forehead, almost knocking Harper back onto the ring post, but she is able to stay balanced, responding with a forearm! These two are beginning to trade!

Flannery McCoy: Back and forth they go, trading forearms for jabs as their legs continue to shake on the top! Harper reels back with a flurry of forearms, with three connecting stiff on the jaw! Effy leans back, able to catch herself as she swings with a long lariat-!

Jake Mercer: CAUGHT BY HARPER! SHE HOLDS ONTO THE ARM, AND CATCHES THE OTHER, RESTRAINING BOTH WRISTS AS SHE LEANS IN WITH A HEADBUTT! EFFY NEARLY FALLS OFF THE TOP ROPE, ONLY AVOIDING THE FALL AS SHE WAS CAUGHT BY HARPER!

Stew-O: AND THAT’S NOT ALL! HARPER HOLDS BOTH WRISTS AND PULLS EFFY TOWARDS HER, LOOKING DOWN AT THE MAT AND LEAPS, SWINGING IN THE AIR! ‘DIRTY FIREWORKS!’ THE AVALANCHE SWINGING NECKBREAKER BRINGS BOTH WOMEN CRASHING TO THE MAT!

Flannery McCoy: THE CRASH DAMAGES BOTH ELITISTS, BUT IT’S HARPER WHO MAKES THE FIRST MOVE, THROWING HER BODY OVER EFFY’S FOR THE PIN!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!

Jake Mercer: BIG KICK OUT! EFFY STAYS ALIVE!

Stew-O: That was a little closer than what Effy wanted, and Harper could just taste how close she was to a victory there, shaking her head as Effy was able to throw her shoulders up before the count of three!

Flannery McCoy: That kick out may have been disappointing for Harper, but it is far from disheartening or demotivating. She’s right back to her feet and right back on the attack, running across the ring and knocking Effy down with a boot to the torso, sending her rolling!

Jake Mercer: And now Harper is just giving Effy whatever she has, a storm of boots to the torso as her hand stabilizes herself with the ropes! The referee is quick to interfere, beginning his count as Harper stomps away, even pushing the referee out of the way! She’s gotta be careful with that!

Stew-O: She finally relents, innocently raising her hands as she backs away…before rushing in with a final boot to the back of the head, maybe knocking Effy out as she quickly drags her to the center of the ring by her boot! Harper can smell the end here if she can just find the right line!

Flannery McCoy: And she may have, grabbing the wrist of Effy and pulling it back, sending a slap to the side of her torso to free her other wrist and then pull that one back! She’s looking for ‘Sleeping on the Flood’, that wicked curb stomp-!

Jake Mercer: SHE STEPS THROUGH, DRIVING EFFY’S FACE RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS—

Stew-O: NO! EFFY LOWERS HER HEAD, AS HARPER’S BOOT STOMPS AGAINST AIR! AS SHE STEPS THROUGH, HER GRIP ON ONE OF THE WRISTS LOOSENS, AND EFFY ROLLS TO HER FEET! SHE TAKES CONTROL OF HARPER’S WRIST, HITTING THE RIPCORD TO SPIN HER AROUND!

Flannery McCoy: ‘THE CLIMAX!’ THE LEAPING KNEE KNOCKS HARPER RIGHT DOWN TO THE MAT! SHE’S HOLDING HER NOSE IN AGONY AS EFFY ROLLS TO HER FEET, FEELING THE MOMENTUM SWING BACK TO HER SIDE AS SHE SEARCHES FOR HER OWN LINE TO THE FINISH!

Jake Mercer: SHE’S BACK TO HER FEET, AND SLAPS HER ARM TO GET IT WARMED UP! A DAZED HARPER LEE IS BEGINNING TO GET BACK ON HER FEET, NOT HAVING A CLUE WHAT IS COMING FOR HER! SHE’S BACK UP, TURNING AROUND AS EFFY COMES CHARGING IN!!

Stew-O: ‘PROTECT YA NECK!!!’

Flannery McCoy: HARPER DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY, SENDING EFFY INTO THE REFEREE—NO, EFFY PUMPS THE BRAKES RIGHT BEFORE SHE CAN TAKE THE REFEREE’S HEAD OFF WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE! HARPER STILL TAKES ADVANTAGE TO SET UP HER OWN MOVE AS EFFY TURNS AWAY FROM THE REFEREE!

Jake Mercer: AND SHE TURNS RIGHT IN TIME TO MEET A DISCUS LARIAT BY HARPER LEE-! OH WAIT?! EFFY DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY THIS TIME, AND HARPER CAN’T STOP HERSELF AS SHE LAYS OUT THE REFEREE WITH A PERFECT LARIAT!

Stew-O: THE REFEREE IS DOWN, BUT HARPER CAN’T SLOW DOWN! SHE RETURNS TO HER FEET AS EFFY HITS THE ROPES, PICKING UP STEAM AS SHE CHARGES AS HARPER!

Flannery McCoy: ONLY TO BE MET WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK, ALMOST KNOCKING HER THROUGH THE ROPES AND OUT OF THE RING! SHE BARELY STAYS IN AS HARPER RUSHES TO HER FEET!

Jake Mercer: SHE DRAGS HER INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND RESTRAINS BOTH WRISTS AGAIN! SHE WON’T MISS IT THIS TIME, NOT FROM THIS RANGE!

Stew-O: ‘SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR’ CONNECTS! EFFY IS DRIVEN HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT! SHE GOT HER, HARPER IS READY TO PUT THIS MATCH TO BED, DROPPING INTO THE COVER—

Flannery McCoy: BUT AS SHE DID, SHE REALIZED THE REFEREE IS STILL OUT! HE’S STILL REELING FROM THE LARIAT, ALMOST AT A LOSS FOR WORDS!

Jake Mercer: SHE’S FRESH OUT OF LUCK AND IS PAYING FOR HER EARLIER MISTAKE, FORCED TO LET THIS OPPORTUNITY SLIP BY-WAIT…

Stew-O: THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO FROM
BAD TO WORSE FOR HARPER LEE! LOOK WHO IS WALKING DOWN THE RAMP! IT’S KASSIDY HEART!

Flannery McCoy: Harper Lee looks around her, realizing how dire this situation has become as Kassidy Heart walks to the ring! She must be ecstatic at how this has unfolded, and will get a chance to cost Harper the match and inflict even more pain!

Jake Mercer: Harper won’t go out quietly, rolling out of the ring and rushing around the corner of the ring, retrieving her Cash In The Vault briefcase! She returns to the ring and yells at Kassidy to face her, now armed with a weapon against a fresh adversary!

Stew-O: Kassidy jumps onto the apron—

Flannery McCoy: AND HARPER RUSHES FORWARD TO SWING WITH THE BRIEFCASE, OH BUT SHE MISSES AS KASSIDY DUCKS DOWN!

Jake Mercer: AND SNATCHES CONTROL OF THE ARM BEFORE HARPER COULD PULL BACK! HARPER TRIES TO WRIGGLE FREE, BUT KASSIDY JUST LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND WRAPS HER LEGS AROUND THE BASE OF THE ARM, LOCKING HARPER IN PLACE WITH A CROSS ARMBREAKER OVER THE ROPES!

Stew-O: HARPER IS SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN, DOING EVERYTHING SHE CAN TO GET KASSIDY OFF OF HER, LETTING GO OF THE BRIEFCASE IN THE PROCESS WHICH FINALLY MAKES KASSIDY LET GO! HARPER STUMBLES INTO THE RING BY EFFY AS KASSIDY LANDS ON THE APRON!

Flannery McCoy: AND KASSIDY’S POSITION JUST GOT EVEN BETTER, WITH THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE IN HER POSSESSION! SHE CAN’T HELP HERSELF, HOLDING IT AS SHE ROLLS INTO THE RING AFTER HARPER, WHO IS DOING WHATEVER SHE CAN TO MAKE SPACE!

Jake Mercer: IT WON’T BE ENOUGH, AS KASSIDY RAISES IT AND SWINGS AWAY TO STRIKE HARPER DOWN WITH HER OWN BRIEFCASE!

(CRASH!!!)

Stew-O: IT CONNECTS—

Flannery McCoy: AGAINST THE SKULL OF EFFY MCAVOY, WHO HARPER SHOVED IN THE WAY TO TAKE IT FOR HER! KASSIDY JUST LAID OUT THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION!

Jake Mercer: AND HARPER DOESN’T WASTE ANY MORE TIME, SHOVING KASSIDY OVER THE TOP ROPE AND SENDING HER TUMBLING TO THE GROUND BELOW…AND LOOK WHO’S GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET!

Stew-O: THE LUCK HASN’T LEFT HARPER; JUST LEFT AS THE REFEREE IS BACK ON HIS FEET! HE’S GROGGY AND SLOW TO MOVE BACK INTO THE RING, BUT IT’S ALL THAT HARPER NEEDS TO SEE! HARPER IS LAUGHING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, POINTING AT KASSIDY AT RINGSIDE BEFORE RETURNING TO EFFY!

Flannery McCoy: SHE RESTRAINS THE WRISTS OF EFFY, WHO MAY VERY WELL BE KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS, LIFTS HER UPWARDS, AND STEPS THROUGH AGAIN! ‘SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR!!’ EFFY IS STRUCK DOWN!

Jake Mercer: HARPER DROPS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Sweet Dreams’ picked up where it left off as the boos began to set in, with a tired yet ecstatic Harper rolling off of Effy, ready to celebrate her hard-earned victory.)

Stew-O: Another big win for Harper Lee, who vanquishes the Interwire Champion! That match was hard to follow at times, but Harper remained resilient as ever, leaving in the winner’s circle once again!

Flannery McCoy: It definitely wasn’t an orthodox match, with Kassidy Heart making her presence known, but Harper Lee remained poised and willing to do whatever it takes!

(Harper’s hand is raised as Effy is moved to the side to be tended to, unresponsive after the briefcase shot. Harper demands that her briefcase be returned to her, questioning officials at ringside who have nothing…)

Jake Mercer: OH—LOOK WHO ISN’T DONE JUST YET!!

Stew-O: BRIEFCASE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY KASSIDY HEART! HARPER COLLAPSES IN AN INSTANT AS KASSIDY PICKS UP FROM WHERE SHE LEFT OFF LAST WEEK, GIVING HARPER HELL!

Flannery McCoy: HARPER’S CLAIMS ARE BEING TESTED NOW AS KASSIDY RAINS DOWN BLOW AFTER BLOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH HARPER’S OWN BRIEFCASE! THIS IS GETTING HARD TO WATCH!

(Kassidy reels the briefcase up in the air with each swing, bringing them down over and over again until Harper stops moving, lying in a puddle of sweat and blood as the repeated blows connect with the skull over and over.)

Jake Mercer: Finally, Kassidy stops and drops the briefcase on top of Harper’s head, pleased with her work…oh no…

Stew-O: She isn’t satisfied just yet, pulling Harper up slightly before leaping into the air…DELIVERING A CURBSTOMP TO THE BACK OF HARPER’S HEAD, DRIVING THAT BRIEFCASE INTO HER HEAD AGAIN!

(Kassidy finally stops, standing tall over an unmoving Harper Lee as she finally accepts the damage done. She rolls out of the ring, leaving the carnage in the ring behind her as she walks up the ramp, only lifting her head as a figure emerges from the back, rushing down to the ring…)

Flannery McCoy: Ahren Fournier is out here and is making his way down to the ring to help Effy McAvoy, who’s still being evaluated in the ring along with Harper Lee!

(As Ahren makes his way down to the ramp, he begins to slow down as he pauses Kassidy, the two of them sharing a momentary stare, and for a moment, the arena begins to quiet…)

…

(But Kassidy walks away, breaking the stare as she continues up the ramp, leaving Ahren to continue down it, rushing into the ring and helping officials with Effy. The shot lingers on the ring with both competitors laid out as the match comes to a close and Dynasty transitions elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Resident Evil, out in theaters September 18!)

(The scene pans to the backstage area, as a particular trio finds themselves alongside one another—BRAE, Cy Henderson, & Kirk Redwood. Their expressions are sizably muted, brought together by the fact of the necessity behind it rather than true partnership. Regardless, BRAE exhales sharply as he looks toward the others with a nod.)

BRAE: Gentlemen, we know exactly what must be done. I understand that we are each meant to have our differences, we all want to achieve a level of success this season that can only be done by our own merits alone. I understand that much, as you all have made very clear in your own words—but that does mean we cannot see to that success by working together. Understandably, that much is an understatement amongst us…

Cy Henderson: Well, you’re more than correct about the end of that…

Kirk Redwood: Tch, I knew exactly what all of this was gonna end up becoming, but I’m not gonna just stand here & start crying over some spilled milk. There is something here to work with, even if I’ve still got a score to settle…

(Cy lowers his head briefly with a small chuckle, shaking his head.)

Cy Henderson: I’m sure you do, but you’ve said it yourself—no point in causing an unnecessary tirade amongst us now, is there? I can see what all of this should mean, and I don’t fancy myself as some kind of foot soldier for the masses to parade around as their beacon, but I’m here to garner another valuable victory nevertheless.

Kirk Redwood: I’ve never had any issue with setting differences aside when there’s a win to score, I’ll become a real troublemaker around these parts if I even sense an ounce of bullshit between you two. But right now, I’m more than prepared to make sure we keep it together.

(BRAE breathes in deeply, with his arms crossed as he slowly paces around.)

BRAE: I would much prefer, not to experience déjà vu… I was in a position exactly like this last year. When Drake King, and Methuselah, refused to see eye to eye… Refused to understand what was far more important to us than petty squabbles & pointless mishaps that did not help us in the slightest. I have found myself in this position before, and it was never something that I envied after all that I had to go through in the name of victory. For a victory that never came, because we lacked the necessary comradery & synergy as a unit. Not again, I do not wish to tread down the same old ground again… Above all else, we must set it all aside in order to work together. I do not wish for a repeat of how two grown adults, refused to allow such childish behavior to lead them astray by refusing to align their efforts with one another. Of course, I am hopeful, that won’t be the case with the two of you…

(Cy & Kirk each exchange rather judgemental glances toward BRAE, taking note of his remark for comradery to be upheld.)

Cy Henderson: Look, you already know exactly what I care about. To get that World Heavyweight Championship off of the goddamn lunatic that’s parading himself around like a poor man’s sheep herder is not what I’m looking to stray away from. That’s the gold that I need to get right back to, and winning this match will provide some more extensive wood to the fire of my opportunity coming together again. I know exactly what I’m looking to do, and I won’t let anything step in the way of what will be mine soon enough.

Kirk Redwood: You’re not the only one… I’ve done one hell of a number looking to prove myself as the motherfucker that’s got everything to give no matter how much shit I find myself in. I’ve already taken down my own handful of Hall of Famers lately, I’ve known exactly what it’s like to punch my ticket to a title shot that I know I could’ve turned into glory. I’m not missing another shot at keeping my name out there, I’m not fucking around these damn season.

???: That’s funny, I could say the exact same thing for myself.

(The Dynasty trio glances in the direction of the voice—as their expressions stiffen up the moment they see Damon Lazarus, his own arms crossed with a low grin on his face while accompanied by the Specialists Champion, Saori Aizen, and Auburn Ware. Saori is maintaining a rather close eye on Damon, while Auburn is etched with a disgruntled expression being in this very moment, especially after the makings of last Voltage.)

Damon Lazarus: Well, you’ve all certainly had your fun being able to talk to each other. Need that extra patch of motivation from your go-getter of a leader over here in order to not be led into the feeding grounds amongst wolves—but that becomes an inevitably in this instance anyhow. It’s not just something that you can undermine when it’s right in front of you, you are bound to be placed through the ringer with nothing to exactly do about it. Let’s make this very clear, none of you will be well equipped enough to surmount the sheer treachery that’s bound to come your way. You’ve got a man who just can’t stop getting himself punked by elitists who are always a notch above him, another one that’s been unable to break free from the ‘potential man’ persona he’s been given for failing when it’s time to hit the big leagues of the main event picture, and an aging relic who’s trying desperately to take back the newfound peak he was just living a whole season ago. You’re all predisposed to being failures, one way or another, and that thought will either terrify you, or become a matter you ignore entirely—I don’t frankly care what you wish to believe, you can’t avoid the facts. Ain’t that right?

(Damon’s glance ventures down upon Saori, who spares him a glance of her own with a brief exhale before speaking.)

Saori Aizen: I am inclined to agree as much, you each venture into such a trying, consequential period of your precious lives where failure will simply become the sole constant. How long will we see such an adamant warrior give all that he could possibly have to ascending above horizons, he simply has no substantial way of truly understanding…? That is why the Captain of this little pack simply extends himself as a debilitating presence amongst all the more debilitating men who revolve around his sphere of influence. Equipped with nothing more than a barbarian who relishes in as much of the warfare as he’d like with barely any of the reward to gain, and a feebly overindulgent old man who refuses to understand when his limelight simply fades from existence regardless of his choosing… You’re all nothing but fools, your attempts to step upon our territory has only proven to be a grave mistake.

(Damon gives an astute nod to Saori’s words, as his glance shifts upon Auburn—who raises an eyebrow at first, before exhaling sharply.)

Auburn Ware: We know what we have to do. Plain & simple. We’re not here—I, am not here to be seen as any lesser than anyone else in this match. I am a former champion in my own right, I’ve fought my fair share of Hall of Famers & come out of them all the better for it, in MY own right. Yes, I can expect for all of this to be very challenging, but I’m… I’m here for a damn good reason, I suppose. I am in this War Games match, to give it my absolute all, even after everything that’s transpired… And this can happen me regardless of how each of us may feel. I won’t be holding back… I don’t have a choice in that matter, and maybe I prefer it like that—‘cause this may just be the only way…

(Despite the instance of their unity—Damon’s eyes squint steadily looking upon Auburn, and Saori’s eyes trail with judgment as well—and the other three, seem to be vested with their own lingering thoughts on the trio, as BRAE has the perception in mind to open up.)

BRAE: Hm, is that so…

Cy Henderson: For such strong words, I’m afraid you don’t seem to understand just how out of your own depth you really are.

Kirk Redwood: Ain’t a damn thing said that can’t be dealt back to what you three have gotten yourselves muddled with…

BRAE: Something certainly isn’t right, that is for certain… Perhaps, quite a few things amongst you three have gone very wrong… Far worse than you’re willing to admit.

Damon Lazarus: None of your concern—especially when word is out there on Dynasty being in its own shitshow as is. Tyrone & the rest of this roster can’t quell the issues quickly enough to prevent the inevitable.

Auburn Ware: Yes… Yes, yes that’s true… There is too much mishaps and misunderstandings going on in this brand in particular for any of this to go your way. It’s just not happening.

Saori Aizen: Tch, I must instill much of the same rhetoric, I do not see how you can truly believe that any of this falls upon your very favor when there is far more of a dilemma that meets the keenest of eyes—perhaps, that much is what is being lacked?

Damon Lazarus: On that note, I expect the humble Dynasty trifecta heading into War Games to remain real privy of what’s bound to happen—‘cause this…? It’s just the beginning.

(Damon turns his back, as he exhales sharply before taking his leave, with Saori trailing behind, and Auburn giving a final glance toward the three with a sigh as she follows along. BRAE, Cy & Kirk all glare toward the team as they walk away, conviction remaining strong as the scene fades.)

(EAW logo buzzes…)

(EAW intro plays…)

[SCREENBAR: EARLIER THIS AFTERNOON–BACKSTAGE–AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER]

(Everyone is gathered around in a makeshift meeting room, white foldable tables and steel chairs making up the improvised space. All of the talents’ faces differ, ranging from indifference and annoyance to genuine curiosity. Never before had they had to do this. However, when the camera shot lands on one Tyrone Montgomery, honing in on the serious expression his face bears, it becomes clear almost immediately how important the meeting was.)

(The general manager for Dynasty is usually amicable and smiling—but here? He is ready to get down to business.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Good afternoon, everyone. I wanna start off by at least thanking all of you for attending this meeting. I felt like it was urgent in light of everything, and frankly? There was no way I was going to progress through tonight’s show with all of these feelings weighing me down.

(Some of the Elitists quirk their brows at that–chief among them, Kassidy Heart, who can only let out a snort and a shake of the head. Tyrone sees the varying reactions but carries on all the same.)

Tyrone Montgomery: At any rate, I first want to touch on Reckless Wiring. It was an amazing event, and you all truly laid it all out in the ring, regardless of the stipulations picked. First MLE for Dynasty in the books and it was a roaring success. However, before we touched down in lovely Jamaica, there was a lot of chaos that unfolded on the go-home show. Now, I know: this is wrestling. Not only is this a competition but a lot of emotions are going to be involved and mixed in. Fights and arguments are always going to occur, but things got completely out of control, way more than usual. That’s what has been nagging at me the most.

(His frown deepens.)

Tyrone Montgomery: It’s even made worse by the fact that Michael Belfort got caught up in one of these brawls and I nearly did.

(The camera lands specifically on the likes of Kirk Redwood, Cy Henderson, Brianna Hill, BRAE and Michael Machina. None of them look all that happy to be singled out since it’s obvious he was referring to them. However, they don’t speak up, and Tyrone continues, letting an agitated sigh pass through.)

Tyrone Montgomery: I… really, and I mean really do not want for this great show to devolve into some circus. That’s not what we represent. Especially with the newcomers that we have been able to sign, I do not want any negative impressions to be made. I mean, come on, we got a literal king wrestling on this brand.

(The camera lands on King Sulyvahn IV, who is almost slightly surprised by the mention. Some of the Elitists glance at him. Rei Orobo rolls her eyes, clearly disgusted with the emphasis.)

Tyrone Montgomery: We have talent who have accomplished a lot who are looking to show their talents off, like Venus de Martin…

(And the camera lands on her. Kendall Von scowls as she sits right behind her.)

Tyrone Montgomery: And, you know, I don’t want for the overall presence of this brand to get sullied because you guys are fighting off security, or getting interviewers caught in any crossfires, or even bring me into harm’s way. I’m the manager! I’m supposed to not only keep each and every single last one of you in check, but ensure that EVERYONE, including myself, is safe on this brand. Period. And I don’t know, maybe I’m sounding a bit frazzled, but I already had to deal with a lot since assuming this position, including losing my damn job at one point and having that be completely out of my control. So, at the very least, I can control this and do what I can so that way, nothing crazy has to happen ever again. Things will be changing—and that means that some penalties will begin to be dished out if any of you were to step out of line again.

(That gets some to murmur.)

Chris Elite: The hell? This isn’t kindergarten, man. What do you mean by penalties?

Tyrone Montgomery: Well, Chris, it’s very simple: it can range from deduction in pay to even weeks worth of suspension without pay. And this would apply to everyone–even hall of famers such as yourself.

Chris Elite: :wtf:

Jamie Valdez: Wait, whoa. Isn’t that going a little too far? People get hurt all the time in this sport. So what if some nobody guards or other folks get hit? It’s accidental anyways.

(Tyrone narrows his eyes.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Accidental, but it keeps becoming a habit, and it needs to be nipped by any means necessary. At least I’m actually giving you all a warning ahead of time, because frankly, I’ve been mulling over whether or not I should’ve fined each and every single last one of you after Reckless Wiring.

BRAE: :roman:

Yanni Killbrew: Huh. That extreme, huh?

Tyrone Montgomery: Yes, well, that’s what happens when you guys can’t even contain your damned beefs to yourselves. This is supposed to be an important season for us too. I am not going to allow for anyone to mess up my brand or season 20 for that matter with all of these stupid fights and people getting hurt as a result. So, if you guys don’t want to be walking out of tonight’s show a few thousand dollars lighter or, if need be, your contract shredded in your hands, then I suggest you get yourselves together starting now.

(…)

(No one says anything.)

(No protests. No arguments. Even with many being visibly angry or annoyed, they all bite their tongues…)

(… except for one.)

Kassidy Heart: Wow. Big balls from you now, huh? :mjlol: Sure would’ve came in handy a few years ago.

(Tyrone scoffs, narrowing his eyes at her.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Better late than never. Oh, and by the way? I’m definitely going to be keeping a particular eye on you.

(That only makes Kassidy crack a smirk.)

Kassidy Heart: I’m sure you will, “boss”. Just remember that at the end of the day, my position is above yours. I can play nice—but I won’t tolerate disrespect or being constantly surveyed as if I need my hand held.

(Delaney shakes her head, lips twisting into a scowl. However, she does not interject.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Then respect me and I will respect you. This goes to everyone as well. I don’t want to rule with an iron fist or turn into this big dictator, but enough is enough… and I just want my brand to be the best. You guys can do so much better. That’s all.

(Tyrone slumps back into his seat, rubbing his temples.)

Tyrone Montgomery: And… that’s it, really. You are all free to leave. Just, please–don’t take advantage of this second chance. That’s all I’m asking.

(The Elitists begin to rise and gather their belongings, heading out. However, many of them remain displeased, and the final shot slowly pans over to Tyrone once the room has been cleared out. From there, the scene fades…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a recap plays highlighting pivotal moments from Reckless Wiring. Afterwards, the scene cuts to a live look of the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas. The sold-out audience cheers loudly as pyro goes off. Then, a sweeping shot captures several more of them before it transitions to the broadcast table.)

Stew-O: EAW UNIVERSE, WELCOME TO ANOTHER EDITION OF FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I AM STEW-O, AND AS ALWAYS, I AM JOINED BY NONE OTHER THAN FLANNERY MCCOY AND JAKE MERCER! WITH RECKLESS WIRING OUT OF THE WAY, WE MARCH ON TO THE BATTLE OF BRAND SUPREMACY: TERRITORIAL INVASION!

Jake Mercer: Always love this event Stew-O, because no one does things better than Dynasty! Of course, I’m still a bit taken aback by what we saw with how serious Tyrone Montgomery was, but maybe this is what he needs in order to straighten up the talent. Gotta keep their heads screwed on straight long enough to recognize how important this upcoming marquee event is!

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, even if some of the Elitists themselves didn’t seem all that pleased with his sternness, I also do not blame him for those frustrations. Let’s just hope they do not take it the wrong way and can focus on all of the rewards they can reap if they’re able to win their interbrand matches.

Stew-O: Certainly–but on the topic of matches, let’s go ahead and kick things off with our opening contest!

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Human Graduation’ by mercuro hits the speakers and Haruka Kashimashi makes her way out from the back, immediately to boos from the crowd. She doesn’t waste time dwelling on their reactions, instead focusing on the match ahead of her.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, residing in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan, she is “THE MAIDEN OF MADNESS” … HARUUKKKA KASSSHHIIIMAAAASSSHHHIIIII!!!!

(‘Queen Leech’ by Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k hits the speakers and Rei Oboro makes her way out from the back, spinning with her arms outstretched. She shuffles down the ramp, staring a hole through every fan with an uncomfortable demeanor. She runs up the steps and swings into the ring, crawling to the bottom rope, slithering to the apron and posing.)

Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Aomori, Japan, she is “THE BEAUTIFUL RAIN” … REIIIII! OOBBBOOORRRROOOOO!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: Both Oboro and Kashimashi are quick to circle around the ring, engaging in a lock up. Oboro tries to overpower Haruka and send her back, but she sends a knee to the abdomen instead! Kashimashi runs her into the ropes, quickly sending her off. Kashimashi drops down, and trips Oboro onto her face!

Jake Mercer: Haruka transitions to a side headlock. She wrenches on the head of Oboro, who slowly rises. She sends an elbow to the abdomen of Haruka, and another! Oboro quickly heaves Haruka up, but she respond with a quick headlock takeover! The hold is locked tight, and Rei grimaces. She grabs at the wrists, trying to break the hold, doing everything in her power to get free.

Flannery McCoy: She rolls them up to their feet, and brings both to the ropes. Oboro places her palm on the back of Kashimashi and thrusts her out of the hold, using brute force to break free! Haruka bounces off, and Oboro with an immediate shoulder block! She tries to drop into a lateral press, but Haruka raises her lower body and sends her feet right into the jaw of Oboro!

Stew-O: Rei falls back, holding her lips. Haruka rises and she sends a kick to the chest of Oboro! Another one, and Rei falls against the ropes. Haruka takes the wrist, seeking an irish whip, but Oboro slaps her hand down and meets her with an elbow to the jaw instead. Haruka is on wobbly legs. She swings for Oboro, who ducks and quickly lifts her up for a half-nelson backbreaker.

Jake Mercer: Kashimashi holds her back in pain, then Rei drags her up. She scoops her onto her shoulder, slamming her down with a stiff body slam in the center of the ring. Oboro comes off the ropes and dives into a senton directly to the abdomen! Haruka rolls over, kicking her legs on the mat. Rei pulls her up to her feet, wanting to inflict more punishment before she goes to the first cover of this match.

Flannery McCoy: That’s exactly what Oboro sees her up for, as she brings Kashimashi down with a snap suplex in the center of the ring! Rei floats over into a cover, legs hooked!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTWWWWWOOOO!!

Stew-O: Haruka kicks out! Rei drags Haruka up, and meets her with an European uppercut. Another one, and Kashimashi nearly falls over. Rei takes her by the hair and throws her to the ropes. She bounces off the ropes, wanting another shoulder block, but this time Haruka counters with a drop for hold into the middle rope!

Jake Mercer: Hell of a counter! Haruka stumbles up and quickly runs off the ropes. With Rei still sprawled out over the middle rope, she leaps into a dropkick right to the back of the neck! Oboro falls back, grimacing in pain. Haruka rises to her feet, and she drags Oboro away. She stumbles, calling Rei up…

Flannery McCoy: Oboro tries to rise, but as she’s on her knees, Haruka nails her with a roundhouse kick to the skull! Quickly, Haruka takes her up after and double underhooks both arms, lifting her up for a butterfly suplex. Oboro sits up off of the impact, and Haruka rises to her feet.

Stew-O: She runs the ropes, wasting no time, as she takes Oboro out with a PENALTY KICK! Down goes Rei, and Haruka drops into a cover of her own!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTWWWWWOOOO!!

Jake Mercer: Kick out! Rei gets her shoulder up, but it has to be extremely unpleasant for her so far! Haruka sees her trying to get up and sends a stomp down to the fingers of Oboro! Goodness!

Flannery McCoy: She drags her up and nails her with a forearm right after. Rei almost goes down, but it seems as if she feels challenged by Haruka! Haruka winds back another one, but Rei blocks it, and punches her directly in the ribs. Rei then responds with a knee to the abdomen, and then she wraps her arms around the waist of Kashimashi!

Stew-O: Haruka tries her hardest to fight off Rei, who instead rips her up off of the canvas and spins into a gutwrench suplex in the center of the ring! Haruka goes down, and Rei kneels up, shaking her head. Both women are trying to make each other work for everything, and you can see the toll that it’s taking on them early on into this match.

Jake Mercer: Oboro pulls Haruka up to her feet and she sends an elbow directly to the throat! Haruka falls into the ropes, and Rei grabs her by the hair, sending her off! She sees Haruka coming back and she scoops her up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Right to the cover!

OOONNNNNNEEEE!!

TTWWWWWOOOO!!

Flannery McCoy: Haruka kicks out, and Rei shakes her head. She takes her by the wrist and guides her up to her feet. Rei pulls Haruka into an elbow to the side of the head, and another! Kashimashi is on wobbly legs, as Oboro drops the arm and turns around, running the ropes…

Stew-O: Only for Haruka to quickly run behind her and nail her with a step-up knee to the side of the head! Oboro stumbles off the ropes, dazed. Haruka climbs up the middle rope, and she dives off of it with a missile dropkick to the back of Oboro’s head! Oboro goes down, and Haruka rolls her over for the cover; but Oboro is quick to roll to the ropes and avoid the pin!

Jake Mercer: She shakes her head and reaches over to grab Oboro, who escapes to the apron and pulls her over the top with a hot shot! Haruka falls backwards onto the canvas, and Oboro begins to climb up top. She steadies herself, diving off with a splash straight to the ribs of Kashimashi! She pulls herself up immediately after.

Flannery McCoy: Rei drags Haruka up and she turns her around into an inverted facelock. Rei scoops Haruka upside down, and she spins into ‘VOIDSTAR!’ REVERSE BRAINBUSTER CONNECTS! Rei covers Haruka!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTTHHHHHHRRRR—

Stew-O: Kashimashi gets her shoulder up! She sits up, heaving out in pain. As she tries to power through, Rei rises and sends her straight to the ground with a crossface punch! Kashimashi holds her jaw in agony, and Oboro rips her up from the canvas.

Jake Mercer: She throws her into the turnbuckles, and runs into an immediate corner splash. Kashimashi falls against it, and Oboro stomps her out. Kashimashi drops to a seated position and then Rei quickly runs off the turnbuckles, bouncing into a cannonball senton!

Flannery McCoy: As she rises up, its clear that she is in firm control of this match, and Haruka can do very little about it. Rei pulls Haruka up from the mat and grabs her by the head. She looks around, with a smirk.

Stew-O: Now, Oboro heaves her up high in the air! Kashimashi dangles helplessly as Oboro looks to drop her into ‘SHATTERED PILL—‘ NO! KASHIMASHI COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA IN MID-AIR! RIGHT TO THE COVER!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: Kick out from Oboro, and both women race to their feet! Rei swings for the fences, but Haruka ducks and nails her with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Oboro stumbles around the ring, struggling to stand on her own two feet!

Flannery McCoy: Haruka sees her shot and she quickly lifts Rei over her shoulder! Rei tries to weigh her down, but it’s no use as Haruka is using power and thriving off pure adrenaline right now!

Stew-O: She marches forward, dropping her with ‘PHILOSOPHY OF THE DESPISED!’ THE BACK OF OBORO’S HEAD GETS STAMPED ON THE KNEE OF KASHIMASHI, AND SHE’S OUT OF IT! Haruka swivels over, hooking her legs for the cover!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTTHHHHHHRRRR—

Jake Mercer: A kick out from Oboro! Haruka rolls onto her back, gasping. Both women have had their chances to end this match but there’s still more that needs to be done in order to secure victory! Haruka rises, grabbing Rei by the legs.

Stew-O: She ties them up, trying to get her in position for ‘Scorched by Madness’, but Rei sends a punch to the forehead! Another punch to the forehead, and then she mushes Haruka in the face and sends her away! Haruka falls back, and Rei scrambles to her feet. She swings a kick, but Rei catches it and yanks her in for a spinning scoop slam!

Flannery McCoy: Oboro holds her head, grimacing. Haruka rolls over, trying to stand. Rei spots her and pulls her up to her feet. She takes her by the waist and tries to muscle her up into a saito suplex, but Kashimashi quickly counters into a crossbody, straight into the pinfall!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: Another kick out! Both women are up and Haruka nails her with a forearm! Rei staggers, and Haruka throws another one! Oboro is doing her best to stand tall! She swings another, but Haruka ducks it in time and stuns her with a thrust kick straight to the mouth!

Flannery McCoy: Oboro is reeling… and here comes Haruka, right off the ropes with a big knee! That sends Rei down, and she sees her chance! Again, she goes for the legs, wanting to tie them up—but this time, Oboro thrives on pure lower body strength and SHOVES Kashimashi away from her!

Stew-O: She rolls over and picks herself up! Haruka holds at her back, grimacing. She rises and swings for her, but Oboro ducks and lifts her up for a big german suplex! Haruka holds her head, and Oboro really is in control now!

Jake Mercer: She rises to her feet and calls Haruka up… slowly, Haruka rises, as Rei grabs her by the wrist and yanks her forward for ‘PREORDAI’ — NO! HARUKA DUCKS IT! She shoves Rei to the ropes! Kashimashi runs forward with a flying elbow to the jaw of Oboro! She stumbles out, holding her jaw in pain. Haruka nods, running the ropes right after!

Flannery McCoy: But quickly, Rei scoops her up in the air! Haruka sends elbows to the head of Rei, who runs her head first into the turnbuckles with a death valley driver! Kashimashi falls to the canvas, and Oboro scoops her up, spinning into ‘A PALE HORIZON!’ FIREMAN’S CARRY CHOKESLAM! HARUKA IS OUT OF IT! REI HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTTHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, RREEEIIIII! OOBBBOOORRRROOOOO!!!

(Rei rolls off of Haruka, looking down at her with contempt in her eyes. Haruka is completely out of it, as the referee approaches her to take her arm, but she yanks it away and celebrates on her own.)

Stew-O: Valiant effort from Kashimashi tonight, but Oboro was especially hellbent on picking up the win and having something to move forward with from here on out.

Jake Mercer: That was certainly the bounce back performance that she needed after losing at Reckless Wiring last week, and now Rei can set her sights to greater things here on Dynasty!

Flannery McCoy: We’ll see how that pans out for her, just like how we’ll see where Haruka takes herself after this loss.

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns, and immediately, we’re met with the sounds of ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep beginning to hit through the speakers. The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers as the camera goes over, revealing Michael Machina as he’s seen making his way out. He has a serious expression on his face as he focuses directly on the ring, taking a moment before then beginning to make his way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… MICHAEL MACHINAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: At Reckless Wiring, we saw Michael Machina climb back up and get the opportunity that he’s been waiting for since Pain For Pride. He would beat BRAE and Brianna Hill to contend for the World Heavyweight Championship against the man who took the title away from him in the first place, and it’s safe to say that he’s not going to be pulling his punches.

Flannery McCoy: But at the same time, we also know that Drake King is as devious as ever, considering the stunt that he pulled to close off Reckless Wiring. But I also think that it’s safe to say when it comes to someone like Machina, he’s going to have to be a lot more careful in how he approaches this and he knows that.

Jake Mercer: If I see THE MACHINE on the cross, I might just cry. This’ll be the biggest travesty ever, but I suppose it remains to be seen whether or not that is going to be a reality.

(Machina makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. ‘Apostle’s Warning’ begins to come to a close as he heads toward the center of the ring, taking a moment before beginning to speak.)

Michael Machina: Well, guess we’re doing this again.

(The crowd cheers loudly, as Machina pauses for a moment before going on.)

Michael Machina: It seems no matter what I do, me and that little pest Drake King seem to be conjoined at the hip, revolving around the World Heavyweight Championship at the very center of Friday Night Dynasty. And you know what? At least for right now, that’s fine. Because I have some business to take care of pertaining to that, and I’ve been waiting for the chance to get my hands on him this season. I think he knows the reason why. That World Heavyweight Championship should still be around my waist, but him being the slimy son of a bitch that he is, handed me another Pain For Pride loss and seared it directly into my brain. I’m not happy about that. But it’s also not too late to rectify my mistakes, and I’m gonna make things right at Territorial Invasion, ironically enough… the same place that I made things right last year.

(The crowd cheers loudly, knowing exactly what he is referring to at the moment.)

Michael Machina: After losing the EAW World Championship, I held that same title that Drake King took away from me not long after at Territorial Invasion. There, I started one hell of a run that I’m sure everybody remembers because it was one that lasted one long ass time, and I’m sure the last thing that people want to see is for me to hold this title and dominate the way that I did last season, but I am more than capable of that and that is something that Drake King, above all else, should be AFRAID of without a shadow of a doubt. I’ve had a taste of being on the losing side, and I don’t like it, so now it’s time to make sure there’s NO mistaking who runs things around here.

(The crowd cheers as Machina pauses.)

Michael Machina: I’m the wrong type of motherfucker to mess with, and if you think that you’re gonna send your followers to try and nail me up on a cross, then I got a Bullet From Hell for each of them with their name on it. But you know what? Let’s cut the shit. I know what everyone is here to see, so let’s stop making these people wait…

(Machina shifts his body toward the stage as he gestures at it.)

Michael Machina: I don’t need to hear shit from you, Drake. I know how you feel about me and vice versa. I’m calling you out to this ring right now to tell you if you have ANY shit that you’re gonna try and pull with me, then you do it now, and you do it to my face. Do I make myself clear? And you better use your time wisely because you don’t have much of it left until I take that title from you at Territorial Invasion. So what about it?

(Machina lowers his microphone as he waits for the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion, but after a moment… it seems like that’s not going to happen. Machina doesn’t get angry about it; he even laughs, almost as if he expected this to happen.)

Michael Machina: Alright, that’s fine, go do that, I’m not gonna be the one chasing after you. There’s one date that you’re not going to be able to escape, and that’s Territorial Invasion. You might as well be marked for death when that time comes because I’m going to make sure that you barely walk out alive, let alone with that title around your waist. So I’ll leave you with a simple warning so that you and the rest of your band of idiots can digest this.

(Machina turns toward the hard camera, glaring at it.)

Michael Machina: I can be your worst nightmare. And if you’re not careful, your entire church will see me as the devil once I’m through with you.

(Machina slams his microphone down to the ground as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers over what he just said. ‘Apostle’s Warning’ begins to play through the speakers of the arena as he turns around and makes his way out of the ring.)

Stew-O: WOW! Statement made by Michael Machina tonight, and it’ll be interesting to see how Drake King responds to this.

Flannery McCoy: Knowing how he responds to any disrespect, the World Heavyweight Champion has to be absolutely seething right now, but I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see what comes of this debauchery.

Jake Mercer: Maybe this’ll bring Drake to the arena! Who knows, I just know that Michael Machina is the last person you want to try and hang on a cross during a fight!

(The last shot seen is Machina making his way through the backstage area as he disappears without a second glance, while Friday Night Dynasty fades out… to a different area.)

[SCREENBAR: THE ETERNAL ABOVE]

(There is a small television box that has been rolled onto the altar of the church. There, the promo that Michael Machina has just cut is being shown live. As the camera goes over, a group of followers from the church are seen watching from the pews, all dead silent, with their eyes fixated toward the screen.)

(At the forefront, is Drake King, with his arms crossed in frustration. His issues with Michael Machina have been well documented for almost a year now, and to see that he has come back to the forefront to challenge him for the World Heavyweight Championship once again… it certainly is not something that he’s pleased about. He rubs his temple, trying to control himself, but as he does, someone is seen walking up next to him.)

Minister Boveri: Well, what are we going to do about it?

(Drake thinks to himself as he listens to Minister Boveri. Slowly, his eyes wander up to the apse of the church, where the wooden cross from Reckless Wiring is seen subsiding in the same place as it was set at. Stained down the side of it… is the blood of King Sulyvahn IV, dried up, and purposely left as it was.)

(Without saying anything, Drake turns around and walks away, leaving Sister Anabelle to approach Minister Boveri as she looks over at her.)

Sister Anabelle: You should stop giving him ideas.

Minister Boveri: Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen. Whatever happens I’d dare say it was deserved.

(The two of them looking back at the followers continue to stare at the screen, which has turned to monochromatic static, is the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Dangerous Woman’ by Ariana Grande hit to a strong negative reaction from the fans in attendance. After a moment of hesitation, Kendall Von emerged from the back with a confident expression on her face, strutting down the ramp and towards the ring.

Stephie Love: Introducing first from the Executive Suite in Manhattan, New York…she is the Jewel of Wall Street…Kendall Von!

Stew-O: In a violent, back-and-forth encounter, Kendall Von would come out of Reckless Wiring on the losing end in her Interwire Championship match with Effy McAvoy. It seemed like she was on the cusp of making the championship breakthrough, but in the end it only took a single mistake to reset her progress.

Flannery McCoy: I wouldn’t see it like that. Kendall Von made a statement at Reckless Wiring that she is more than ready to compete with the very best on Dynasty, and I don’t think that kind of momentum will slow down easily, especially with Territorial Invasion on the horizon.

(Kendall settled in the center of the ring and prepared for the match in the corner, as ‘Dangerous Woman’ faded out in favor of ‘Memory’ by Mercy Drive. This time, the music forced a positive reaction out of the audience, as Delaney Rhodes made her appearance known at the top of the ramp.)

Stephie Love: And her opponent, from Sioux Falls, South Dakota…she is The Sharpshooter…Delaney Rhodes!!

Stew-O: Speaking of unfortunate results at Reckless Wiring, Delaney may have felt a stinging defeat at the hands of Kassidy Heart, and now has the scars to prove it, but she more than earned the respect of everyone in attendance that night. She took a Hall of Famer as far as she could, and while she bears the broken index finger from the Piece of You match.

Jake Mercer: While her performance was excellent, I have to fear that she’s got a very easy target for an opponent to exploit, and we all know Kendall is more than aware of an opponent’s weak points.

(Delaney stretched out her bandaged pointer finger as she entered the ring, flinching slightly while shaking her hands. She moved to her corner, opposite Kendall’s, as the referee finished the final checks and called for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: This match is under way! Kendall is quick out of the corner, circling the center of the ring as an equally methodical Delaney closes the gap, walking opposite her opponent as the two send prodding arms towards the other, just trying to get a feel for the match-up!

Flannery McCoy: It’s clear to see that Kendall wants to be aggressive here, looking to close the gap as Delaney masterfully deflects any attempts to break her defense, but still manages to lunge forward and grab the arm of Delaney, already looking to focus on the damaged index finger!

Jake Mercer: Delaney’s no chump, she saw this coming and adapted before any damage could be done, moving behind Kendall and giving up the arm so she could drop down and trip her over, hooking her legs under the arms of Kendall and rotating over for the roll-up!

OOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Stew-O: Barely a one count as Kendall pops right out of the light roll-up, racing with Delaney back to her feet. They meet in the middle once again and lock together, Delaney having the proper momentum and leverage on her side to force Kendall back a step! Kendall falls back another step, looking for an opening!

Flannery McCoy: And she does, shooting for that arm once again, which Delaney is quick to parry! But it gives Kendall the opening to latch onto her other arm, delivering a swift arm-breaker over her shoulder, and right into a wrist lock, pressing her boot into the back of Delaney’s knee to bring her down to one knee!

Jake Mercer: With one hand placed at the base of the elbow, that’s a whole lotta pressure being applied by Kendall Von! Delaney is wincing with each twist, slowly being worn down by such a methodical offense! Still, she’s gonna give Kendall a fight, rolling forward before promptly rolling backward, then bridging back on her neck for some momentum to kip up!

Stew-O: And with one arm still free, swings with a lariat! Oh, but Kendall is one step ahead, already leaning back while maintaining wrist control, falling onto her back while raising her boot into the gut of Delaney, flipping her up and over the top of herself, landing on her back and giving control back to Kendall, rolling over and right back into that wrist lock!

Flannery McCoy: Relentless start to this one by Kendall, giving Delaney little room to breathe as she goes right back to applying pressure to the arm, twisting at the base of the wrist while her free hand returns to the elbow, creating enough torque to keep Delaney from fighting back immediately!

Jake Mercer: Delaney rises to her feet again, not letting Kendall control too much of the tempo, utilizing a simple pirouette to loosen the grip of Kendall before stepping in with her leg, looking to sweep the legs of Kendall Von! Kendall keeps a hold of the wrist, leaning back but not losing her grip just yet! Delaney, undeterred, steps across the body of Kendall with her other foot, as her planted foot quickly sweeps under the wrist of Kendall, now pulling back hard on the arm!

Stew-O: Looking for a Fujiwara very early, now trying to flip Kendall and create a strong base for the armbar! Kendall, now on the defensive, rolls with the attempt, staying on her back as she lifts her legs up and looks to wrap them around the head and shoulder of Delaney, maybe thinking of a triangle!

Flannery McCoy: And Delaney takes the opportunity to push into the triangle, bridging over with a stacked up cover!

OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: KENDALL KICKS OUT! Pushing the body of Delaney, she’s immediately back up to her feet, meeting Delaney at the apex as she leans in with forearm, but it’s quickly batted away by Delaney! Delaney follows up with a thrust kick to the stomach, doubling over Kendall, before subsequently lifting with a kick right into the chin, sending her stumbling back!

Stew-O: Into the corner Kendall goes, and Delaney follows it up, nailing a step-up Enzuguri across the face of Kendall! Delaney’s moving with a hot pace now, pulling Kendall out of the corner and into a front-facelock, running into the corner and stepping off the bottom and middle ropes to spike Kendall’s head into the mat with a tornado DDT! Into the cover she goes with a hook of the leg!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: But again, Kendall is able to press Delaney’s body off her, this time with a bit less emphasis as she goes to roll away, holding the back of her head! Delaney’s in control, but she’s got to keep this pressing offense up and ensure that Kendall has as few openings as possible to wrap up this one!

Jake Mercer: And she’s looking to do just that, swiftly back on her feet after a moment of rest, turning her attention to Kendall who is back on all fours, looking to create some space. But it won’t be for too long, as Delaney rushes in with a sliding knee against the side of the torso, bringing Kendall down to the mat once again!

Stew-O: Now Delaney can begin to put a proper strategy together, rolling Kendall over and isolating the arm as she holds it down with her hands, pressing her legs into the air just to bring the knees crashing down onto the base of the arm! We know what she wants to set up for later, and with enough damage to the arm, that ‘Dead End’ is gonna be all the more deadly!

Flannery McCoy: Delaney rolls away as Kendall holds her arm close to her chest, trying to shake some feeling back into it as she tries once again to crawl back to her feet. Delaney still has her in her sights, taking a quick run up and looking for a penalty kick to the arm!

Jake Mercer: But this time Kendall has it scouted, rolling out of the way as Delaney’s boot connects with air! Kendall picks herself up with the help of the ropes, but Delaney is far from finished with her offense!

Stew-O: Delaney takes a few steps to pick up speed, before leaping into the air to try and bring Kendall down with a beautiful Hurricanrana!

Flannery McCoy: BUT KENDALL JUST DROPS HER DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB! SHE HOLDS THE COVER!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: NO! KENDALL ROLLS HER THROUGH ONTO HER KNEES! DELANEY IS DEFENSELESS AS KENDALL WINDS UP AND SWINGS AWAY WITH A BUZZSAW KICK ACROSS THE DOME! ‘ON THE DOTTED LINE!’

Stew-O: AND THIS TIME SHE DROPS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING BOTH LEGS!

OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: DELANEY’S OUT AT TWO! Kendall Von got all of that sickening kick but Delaney just had enough left to prevent the loss! You can tell that Kendall is a tiny bit frustrated by that, but she’s far from done with her arsenal of weapons ready to put Delaney down once and for all.

Jake Mercer: Kendall is willing to take her time now, slowing the pace as she rises to her feet and stalks Delaney, who is slow to join her. Delaney is still nursing the side of her head as Kendall reaches out and snags the arm once again, pulling her to her feet and looking for that over-the-shoulder arm-breaker once again! But Delaney is desperate, pulling back as hard as she can to avoid the arm-breaker!

Stew-O: As Delaney makes the move more difficult, Kendall obliges and drops the arm…only to respond with a spinning back fist right across the jaw of Delaney! Delaney stumbles, her legs losing their steadiness as the arm reopens for Kendall, taking hold and delivering a bicycle knee right into the bandaged finger of Delaney! Incredibly accurate, and the yell that Delaney just let out is proof of the damage done!

Flannery McCoy: Delaney pulls her hand back, holding onto that finger tight as Kendall keeps her in her sights! She rushes forward, now looking for that bicycle knee on the button! Delaney is ready for it, able to side step it!

Jake Mercer: And she lunges forward, forming a grip around Kendall’s legs and looks for a T-Bone Suplex! She lifts back, but her grip loosens, the injured finger keeping her from securing the grip, and Kendall gets the opportunity to fight her off with a sharp elbow to the side of the head, sending her stumbling backwards!

Stew-O: As Delaney stumbles back, Kendall looks to make use of the opportunity, rushing forward for a lariat! But Kendall leans back and raises her arms, sending Delaney up and over with a snap overhead belly to belly! Kendall crashes onto the mat, but rolls through from the momentum, nursing her lower back!

Flannery McCoy: And as she stumbles forward, she falls right into the grasp of Delaney Rhodes once again! She secures the grip once again, wincing in pain but able to endure it for a moment as she raises Kendall into the air and sends her crashing into the mat with the T-Bone Suplex! Picture-perfect execution by the Sharpshooter as…

Jake Mercer: SHE ROLLS THROUGH! DELANEY IS DEADLIFTING KENDALL UP ONCE AGAIN, SECURING THE GRIP JUST BARELY! HER ARM IS KILLING HER, BUT SHE LEANS BACK AGAIN, DELIVERING ANOTHER T-BONE SUPLEX!

Stew-O: KENDALL VON IS DOWN! KENDALL IS DOWN, AND DELANEY IS NOTICING THE NEW OPENING BEFORE HER, BOLTING TO HER FEET! SHE SCALES UP TO THE TOP, NOT WASTING THE TIME NEEDED TO LOOK BACK AT HER OPPONENT AS SHE REACHES THE PINNACLE AND TAKES FLIGHT!

Flannery McCoy: ‘SKYFALL!’ A BEAUTIFUL MOONSAULT BY DELANEY RHODES, CRUSHING KENDALL BELOW HER AS SHE HOOKS THE LEG DEEP, TO PUT HER AWAY!

OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!!!

Jake Mercer: JUST IN TIME! KENDALL KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME, GASPING FOR AIR AS SHE PRESSES DELANEY OFF HER, AND DELANEY COULD JUST TASTE THE VICTORY!

Stew-O: Delaney can feel the momentum in her corner, returning to her feet as she prepares to end this one once and for all! Kendall is slowly rising to her feet, unaware of what Delaney is preparing!

Flannery McCoy: ‘MEMORY LANE!’

Jake Mercer: COUNTERED WITH A JUMPING DDT BY KENDALL VON! SHE SPIKED HER, AND DELANEY IS ALMOST CERTAINLY OUT ON HER FEET!

Stew-O: DELANEY, WALKING THROUGH A HAZE, IS BARELY ABLE TO STAND AS KENDALL SPINS HER AROUND, PUTTING IN HER IN THE CRUCIFIX POSITION AND BEGINS TO ADJUST, LOOKING FOR THE EXECUTIVE DECISION!

Flannery McCoy: BUT DELANEY IS FIGHTING, RINGING THE BELLS OF KENDALL TO MAKE HER DROP THE HOLD, AND SHE CAPITALIZES IMMEDIATELY, GRABBING THE ARM OF KENDALL AND DELIVERING AN OVERHEAD KICK! KENDALL STUMBLES BACK, HOLDING HER ARM CLOSE!

Jake Mercer: AND DELANEY GRABS A HOLD OF KENDALL, PULLING HER CLOSE AND LEANING BACK, DELIVERING A PERFECT SNAP POWERSLAM, IMMEDIATELY HOLDING THE LATERAL PRESS!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: KICK OUT BY KENDALL VON—!

Flannery McCoy: AND RIGHT INTO THE DEAD END! DELANEY WRENCHES BACK ON THE ARM, CATCHING IT RIGHT AS KENDALL LIFTED IT OFF THE MAT! SHE’S TRAPPED!

Jake Mercer: KENDALL REACHES OUT FOR THE ROPES, BUT THEY ARE JUST TOO FAR AWAY! SHE’S GONNA HAVE TO—

(TAP! TAP! TAP!)

Jake Mercer: KENDALL TAPS OUT!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Memory’ by Mercy Drive resumed to a huge round of applause as Delaney Rhodes subsequently released the arm of Kendall, shooting to her feet in celebration as adrenaline still coursed through her. Kendall immediately rolled away, clutching her arm tight.)

Stew-O: A very strong performance by Delaney Rhodes who went into this with a massive target on her arm and specifically her index finger, but weathered the storm by a game Kendall Von.

Flannery McCoy: This was a very tight, back and forth affair and once Kendall could’ve easily won under different circumstances, but once Delaney had the arm trapped like that, she had to make a business decision, and she knew that better than anyone.

(The referee raises Delaney’s hand as the camera pans away, bringing the match to an end as Dynasty fades elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Insidious: Out of the Further. In theaters now!)
(‘Kendrick, Clae and Cole’ by Marqus Clae hits, spurring the fans right on their feet.)

Stew-O: HE’S BACK!

(The excitement reaches a fever pitch as NICK walks out onto the stage. A triumphant return, but it’s clear he has some business to attend to.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back at this time, NIIIIIIIIICK!!!

Jake Mercer: Last time we saw NICK was when he was going up against Michael Machina, but he was attacked before the match by an unknown assailant, and he was injured as a result. It’s a good thing the recovery time wasn’t long, but you have to imagine that while he’s probably happy to get the ball going again, he’s no doubt PISSED. I mean, he missed out on competing at Reckless Wiring!

Flannery McCoy: That is true, esepcially given how eager NICK was to make a good impression after he was traded to this brand. Someone made sure he wouldn’t be able to compete at his fullest, but details remain scant on the nature of it and, most importantly, who the culprit was.

Stew-O: There’s still some mystery surroudning it, but at the very least, NICK as returned, and he has command over the microphone. Now, we get to hear from him directly, and undoubtedly, him being ready to get his revenge against whoever it was to put him out of comission!

(Just as stated, the camera fades onto a shot of NICK in the middle of the ring. He’s pacing around as his theme fades. There’s little time to be had; little games to be played. The young man speaks, ready to cut to the chase.)

NICK: Listen: I get this is supposed to be a big moment and all, yeah? And trust me, I am glad to be back. I’m glad to still have a career. I’m still glad that I get to come out here and speak to everyone—but at the same time? It should go without saying that I’m not here to be smiling ear-to-ear like some kind of jackass about shit.

Crowd: :lupe: !!

NICK: Because the FACT of the matter is, there’s a lot that remains unanswered, and I’m unsatisfied. Here I was itchin’ to prove myself against a former world champion in Michael Machina, looking to bounce back after things didn’t go my way at Pain for Pride, and just knowing a let a lotta people who were rootin’ for me down. Above all, I was lookin’ to make it up to myself. Yet, I never even got the chance to have any of that. I get my ass beat from behind, tried to push through like a soldier, but I was messed up, man—I was ruined. And what for? ‘Cause I was determined? ‘Cause some random, miserable bitch decided to take out their frustrations on me? Or is it for the fact that ’cause I haven’t lived up to the promises I made about myself that folks thought that shit was gonna be sweet and made me out to be an easy target for them?

(The thought alone brings a bitter taste to the edge of his tongue. NICK scowls, and it’s almost like he’s becoming more irritable at the thought as he continues to pace around.)

NICK: Well, I ain’t no punk. I know at times I may not give it my all, or I let my mouth write checks my ass can’t cash, but I’m learnin’. I’m growin’. I’m pushin’. So, what gives anyone the right to look at me and think that I was someone for them to take out? Huh? The recent string of failures shouldn’t give people here the impression that I’m someone who won’t stand up for myself at the end of the day, and right now? I ain’t about to dick ’round and wait for our general manger to finish some half-assed ‘investigation’. I’m ready to close the damn case MYSELF!

(NICK immediately snaps toward the stage.)

NICK: So, whoever it was that wanted to act all tough and take me out, come on out right here and RIGHT NOW!

Stew-O: NICK isn’t waiting! You heard him! He wants to come face-to-face with his assailant directly!

Jake Mercer: Can’t blame him, but he may want to be careful—he was fine enough to travel out and come here, but.. do we even know if he is at a hundred percent completely? This could end up being risky for him!

Flannery McCoy: Things like that don’t matter. He was blindsided, attacked, and he wants retribution at any and all costs!

(…)

(…)

(…)

???: Wow. Such a spirited display on your behalf, NICK.

(An all-too familiar voice snakes out, and there’s a flash of confusiuon before the fans begin to boo.)

Jake Mercer: Wait a minute… that’s—

(David Gideon Smith.)

Flannery McCoy: HE WAS THE ATTACKER!?

(More boos flood out as he stalks out onto the stage, an almost amused smirk crossing his features. NICK’s eyes narrow some more, anger beginning to boil.)

NICK: Well, ain’t that somethin’? Retiring Brian Daniels wasn’t enough for ya, so you’ve been dickin’ ’round beefin’ with the younger folks? Gotta say, man, that’s real pathetic of you.

David Gideon Smith: You can say whatever it is that you wish, NICK. However, the way I see it, I have been able to follow through on my claims. I’m a man of action and efficieny. I don’t bother with making grand claims that I know are out of my reach. So, whether that be ending the career of a Hall of Famer permanently, or shutting down the ego of new bucks with doe-eyed dreams… what difference does it make?

(He shrugs.)

David Gideon Smith: If anything, it goes to show I can handle any facet of the competition. Experienced or new; accomplished or not, no one is able to escape from me. Not even you, NICK.

NICK: Tch. And is that supposed to scare me or something? ‘Cause the way I see it, it looks like you were real pissed ’bout me gettin’ an opportunity that I did, seeing as how Michael always kicked your ass anytime y’all went one-on-one.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!

(David gives an eyeroll.)

David Gideon Smith: Do you really wish to chalk this all up as jealousy on my part? That is ridiculous.

NICK: Yeah? Then why’d you do it, huh? Why did you attack me, you sorry punk bitch?
David Gideon Smith: Wouldn’t you like to know…

(He smirks.)

David Gideon Smith: However, with how you are right now? I believe it would be better if you were to speak to me directly next week without all of the attached emotions.

(That makes NICK glare.)

NICK: You fucking with me?

David Gideon Smith: No, I’m not.

(The fans boo, watching as David slinks away.)

David Gideon Smith: You’ll find a note on your door, actually. Meet me at the location, and if you still harbor all of this rage… well, I’m not liable if I have to beat you down again.

(NICK snarls, ready to chase after him, but David disappears.)

(A commercial plays for the Witcher 3 and its upcoming expansion pack.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area of the American Airlines Center. There, Michael Belfort is seen standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face. The Backstage Correspondent is seen standing in the designated interview area of the hallway, as he begins to speak.)

Michael Belfort: Welcome back, and what a Dynasty it has been so far! We’ve had a great show off the heels of Reckless Wiring, and we’ve already seen some blockbuster announcements ahead of our first tri-branded Marquee Event of the season, Territorial Invasion! But my guest at this time is certainly riding high after what happened last week. Please welcome the 2026 Cash in The Vault… Harper Lee!

(The crowd boos loudly as Harper Lee struts into the scene. She has her briefcase in hand with a very confident expression, practically beaming, as Michael continues to speak.)

Michael Belfort: Harper, thank you for joining us tonight.

Harper Lee: Uh huh. Now how about you talk about Reckless Wiring?

Michael Belfort: Right… at Reckless Wiring, you beat KASAI-

Harper Lee: Repeat that?

Michael Belfort: Um, okay… at Reckless Wiring, you beat KASAI-

Harper Lee: One more time.

Michael Belfort: You beat KASAI-

Harper Lee: I beat KASAI! To no one’s surprise! Now I hear everyone in the arena right now; they are so happy by this escalation of events, and let me just say I did it with absolutely zero help from them or their skewed opinions. I made it a point to prove that things were going to be different for me heading into the next season. I was going to remind EVERYONE of exactly the type of force that I was without anybody being able to hold me back, and look what happened? I beat the Empress of Elite, and as far as I’m concerned, you might as well just hand me the World Championship now!

Michael Belfort: Certainly you have to give KASAI some credit, she’s the Empress of Elite and-

Harper Lee: And she can go deal with that on her own for all I care! Go wallow in despair because things didn’t pan out right for her to start the season and she’s the worst future World Champion that this place has ever seen. I don’t care! The only thing that matters right now is me and me only, and I’m not going to allow you or anyone else to try and take that away from me, not off the heels of a win like THAT. So if you don’t mind? How about you ask me a more interesting question, or else I might as well just leave.

Michael Belfort: Well, how about the future? As you know, Territorial Invasion is coming up… Would you like your hand in some of those matches?

Harper Lee: Y’know, I think Dynasty would be grateful to have me representing them in any sort of manner, because look what I’ve done every single year at Territorial Invasion when I am representing a brand? Some are calling me the greatest Brand Warfare participant that they have EVER seen. But I’m not going to go around begging anyone for a spot; I’m just going to go on my merry way, and if anyone decides to get in the way of that, then let KASAI be an example of what happens when you try and question my greatness.

Michael Belfort: Well, if you’re looking to have a singles match, is there anyone you have on your mind for the Marquee Event? Surely there’s some people out there who would have something to say about you talking up a big game like this?

Harper Lee: Are you kidding me? There’s no way you just asked me that right now…

(Harper looks annoyed, and almost as if she’s about to storm out. But before she can, she manages to stop herself and calm down. After a moment she closes her eyes and nods her head with a smile, before speaking.)

Harper Lee: Let’s put this on record now so that everyone can hear it and their can be no mistaking it… I am the BEST wrestler on Friday Night Dynasty!

(The crowd boos her even more, Harper exhaling with a happy look on her face, quite glad that she got that off her chest.)

Harper Lee: Now if you excuse me, it’s become clear to me that Tyrone has nothing for me tonight… so I’m just going to leave. Have my bags packed and everything. :wow:

(Harper turns and begins to make her way out of the scene, with the camera focusing on her as she is making a beeline toward the parking lot area, not wanting anything to do with the rest of the show tonight considering she’s said all she needs to say.)

(She pushes open the door and as she does, the car that she’s leaving in is seen pulling into view. With a smile on her face, she happily struts over, luggage and Cash in the Vault briefcase in tow.)

Harper Lee: Why would I have ANY reason to complain? This is what it means to be great, better yet, this is what it means to be the BEST. Thank you very muchhhh!

(A chauffeur comes around and opens the passenger side door for her as she enters.)

Harper Lee: Thank you very much Dynasty, and good night!

(But before she can fully enter the car, a voice is heard from the shadows.)

???: Would you like to say that again?

Harper Lee: Huh-

(SLAM!)

(In an instant, the car door is seen violently jerking forward, slamming against the side of Harper as she’s taken down to the ground! As she groans in pain, a pair of stilettos are seen entering the frame, as the heel of one of them presses sharply into the chest of Harper.)

Kassidy Heart: I said would you like to repeat yourself, Harper?

(Harper looks up, as her eyes narrow, gritting her teeth as she tries to push Kassidy’s leg away and crawl away in retreat. The Mauler lets her crawl for a brief moment, before she grabs her by the ankle and begins to drag her across the asphalt.)

Kassidy Heart: I’m sorry, but you called yourself the best… and I couldn’t help but take it personally.

(Kassidy snatched her by the head…)

(THUD!)

(Before SLAMMING her head against the steel rims of the car wheel!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(Before continuing to do so over and over again! Harper’s head bouncing relentlessly against the steel, blood beginning to show as the sharp edges cut against her face.)

Kassidy Heart: And I will be more than happy to reintroduce to you AND everyone else why I am the wrong woman to fuck with.

(Kassidy drags Harper back up to her feet, before running her forward…)

(# CRASH!)

(THROWING HER DIRECTLY INTO THE CAR WINDOW!)

(Harper slumps over, shards of glass falling over her back as she hangs out of the car door. Kassidy steps backward, security quickly comes in to make sure that she doesn’t do any more damage, but she seems to be satisfied… at least for the time being.)

(She walks over and snatches the car keys from the chauffeur, turning and entering the driver’s seat. As the car starts and security continues to yell at her, she hits the gas and begins to drive off. As she does, Harper’s body is dragged out of the car and sent tumbling back down onto the side of the road, as she lies there a bloody mess while her getaway car drives away without her.)

(It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“Cassie” by Flyleaf began to play throughout the speakers of the arena as Winona Hendrickson stepped out onto the stage. A smile on her face as she began to make her way down to the ring, slapping some of the fans hands along the way.. but she looked more than ready to go here tonight!)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Washington D.C, Washington, weighing in at 150 pounds… she is ‘The One Woman Army’… WINONAAAAAAAA HENNNNNNDRICKSONNNN!!

(Winona finally entered the ring, feeding into the crowd’s energy as she was hyping them up, before stepping back into her corner. “The End” by The Doors began to play through the speakers, signaling the arrival of “The Basilisk King” Yanni Killebrew! He stepped out onto the stage with a stone cold look in his eyes..)

Stephie Love: From Woodstock, New York! Weighing 220 pounds. Here is “THE BASILISK KING” YANNI KILLEBREW!!

(Finally stepping into the ring, Yanni stepped back into his corner, never taking his gaze off of Winona Hendrickson! As this match was about to get underway!)

(DING!! DING!! DING!!!)

Stew-O: Fresh off of the heels of Wreckless Wiring. These two are looking to get themselves a win here tonight after coming up short in their respective matches. With now both competitors stepping out of their corner.

Flannery McCoy: There’s no denying that those losses will be one of the many driving forces here tonight as finally the two step towards the center of the ring. Winona raises her hand high, looking to offer a test of strength to Yanni Killebrew. They inch closer towards one another. Before they finally grab one another’s hand interlock fingers! Doing the same with their other hands.

Jake Mercer: They both jockey for position. But it’s Winona who is seemingly winning this battle as she is slowly driving Yanni back! However, Yanni isn’t backing down, pushing back up against Winona. But Winona is starting to push down on those wrists of Yanni’s, pushing down onto a knee! The strength from Winona on display here. She’s looking to come out of this Test of strength on top!

Stew-O: Yanni Killebrew doesn’t allow her to fully get into position though as he pushes back up onto his feet.. and he SENDS A KNEE CRASHING INTO WINONA’S GUT!! He is looking to deliver pain early on in this match, skipping the pleasantries of a test of strength!

Flannery McCoy: He’s quite dialed in it seems. He raises Winona’s chin up, before sending a chop directly at her chest! And another one to follow! And another one! Each one of those shots that connected, sounded worse than the other, as the story is being told on Winona’s face with that grimacing look. He goes to fire another one—

Jake Mercer: But no!! Winona fires off a European Uppercut under the jaw of Yanni’s! And another one!! And another one and ANOTHER ONE! She’s backing him into the corner with each of those shots! Each one becomes more vicious than the last! But now that she has Yanni in the corner, she marches back towards the opposite corner, before rushing in at Yanni! And looking for a.. RUNNING BOOT INTO THE CORNER—

Stew-O: BUT SHE IS BLASTED WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM OUT OF THE CORNER! Yanni drops onto Winona, hooking her leg for the pin!!

(ONEEEE!!!)

(TW—)

Flannery McCoy: Winona kicks out! It’s still too early in this match to put her away! But Yanni isn’t slowing down.. he turns Winona over onto her stomach and he applies a crossface submission!! If he can’t get the pin.. he’ll try to submit her!

Jake Mercer: However… Winona rolls him back and into a pinfall! Looking to get the win with a quick and easy pin to catch Yanni off guard!!

(ONEEEE!!!)

(TW—)

Stew-O: Yanni kicks out!! And he rolls away from Winona, climbing to his feet! Winona climbs to her feet as well, before they both charge in at one another! Winona swings for a Lariat! But Yanni ducks under! Rushing the ropes, before he rushes back at Winona…

Flannery McCoy: Winona sees it coming!! And she’s able to quickly throw her arm over Yanni’s shoulder, before hoisting him up!! And bringing him crashing down onto her knee with a huge Uranage Backbreaker!! Yanni bounces off of Winona’s knee, crashing down onto the canvas! Writhing in pain through his gritted teeth.

Jake Mercer: Winona is looking to capitalize now. She grabs Yanni up onto his feet, before tossing him to the floor at ringside! I think she has some insane intentions in mind here! Yanni is finally starting to stir as he’s getting to his feet! WINONA RUSHES TOWARDS THE ROPES LOOKING FOR THAT TOPE SUICI—

Stew-O: But Yanni moves! He isn’t going for that! However, Winona catches herself, stopping right at the ropes, before climbing through them and onto the apron. But as soon as she does.. Yanni swipes at her feet! And he trips her up! And plants face first onto the apron!

Flannery McCoy: The hardest part of the ring if you ask me. Winona rolls back under the bottom rope, but Yanni isn’t looking to give her much leeway as he climbs onto the apron, pulling her up to her feet.. before DRIVING HER DOWN ONTO THE APRON WITH A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!!

Jake Mercer: The thud that her body made, connecting with the apron. She slides down off of it and onto the floor. And by the look on Yanni’s face, he seems to be enjoying this right now! He slips down and grabs Winona by the hair, pulling her to her feet and rolling her into the ring.. but he himself climbs up onto the apron, scaling up to the top rope!

Stew-O: He just may be looking for those double knees! Yanni leapt off of the ropes and he came crashing down onto Winona with the double knee drop to Winona!! “LEAP OF FAITH!! The signature connects! And Yanni hooks Winona’s leg for the pin!!

(ONEEEEE!!!)

(TWOOOOO!!)

(THR—)

Flannery McCoy: WINONA SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP!! She’s still in this fight even after the Snap Dragon Suplex onto the apron! But I don’t believe that Yanni is done! He climbs to his feet, calling Winona up as he’s looking at that thumb! Primed and ready!

Jake Mercer: Winona is slowly climbing up and to a vertical base! He is already looking to put her away! Yanni went swing at Winona to connect with that BUT WINONA DUCKED UNDER IT!!

Stew-O: Yanni turned around and he was met with a huge chop to the chest from Winona! Yanni groaned in pain as the stinging sensation coursed through his chest! But Winona wasn’t done! She connects with another chop!! And another chop hop!! Backing Yanni Killebrew into the ropes! She sends him towards the opposite set of ropes with an Irish whip!

Flannery McCoy: Yanni comes charging in at Winona!! And he.. rushes Winona.. connecting with a Running Elbow!! Winona reels back into the ropes! Winona used the ropes for momentum!! Coming charging back at Yanni Killebrew and straight flooring him with a huge Running European Uppercut right up under the chin!! Yanni crashes down onto the canvas and he may be out!!!

Jake Mercer: Winona crawls over onto Yanni, hooking the leg for the pin! To pick up the win in this match! The ref hits the mat for the count!!

(ONNEEEEE!!!)

(TWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEE—)

Stew-O: YANNI KILLEBREW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! He’s still in this match and these two are still refusing to stay down! Winona wastes no time, climbing to her feet. She steps back towards the ropes, climbing up the turnbuckles one by one!!

Flannery McCoy: Winona has her eyes locked onto Yanni as he’s lying down and on his back. She’s thinking of high risk and high reward here! Winona stands up on the turnbuckles, balancing herself.. before she LEAPT FOR A FROG SPLASH ONTO YANNI!!!

Jake Mercer: But as she came down, Yanni repositioned himself! And as Winona came
crashing down.. he CAUGHT HER INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!! HE IS TRYING TO GET HER TO TAP ONCE AGAIN!! Winona is groaning out in pain.. wincing as she grabs at that arm!

Stew-O: However, she’s able to use those long legs to pull herself towards the ropes! Throwing that leg over the bottom rope just barely! Calling for the submission to be broken!

Flannery McCoy: Yanni pulls her back towards the center of the ring! And he leans back further!! Bridging it! But he may have gotten a little bit overzealous! Winona with the right space, rolled him back and into a pin!

(ONNNNEEE!!)

(TWWOOOO!!)

Jake Mercer: HE KICKS OUT IMMEDIATELY !!

Stew-O: Both Winona and Yanni rise back to their feet! But Winona is quicker!! Yannie charges in for that Big Boot! But.. WINONA CATCHES HIM!! USING HIS OWN MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM AND HOISTING HIM UP INTO THE AIR.. BEFORE PLANTING HIM ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!

Flannery McCoy: “HEAVEN SENT!!!” It connects and Winona keeps the legs held for the pin!! Looking to end this match and pick up the victory!!

(ONNNNEEE!!)

(TWWOOOO!!)

(THREEEEEEE!!!)

(DING!! DING!! DING!!)

(““Cassie” by Flyleaf began to play throughout the speakers of the arena as Winona Hendrickson just picked up the win! She rolls to her feet, having her hand raised as the crowd roars loudly with her celebration being the last thing seen as the show transitioned..)

(A commercial plays for Paralives.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades to a wide view of the arena before ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers to tremendous boos as Drake King emerged from behind the stage curtains, the World Heavyweight Championship in his hand and the Eternal Above in tow. He slowly sauntered down the ramp towards the squared circle, appearing serene in the comfort of his own mind and thoughts, clearly intent to speak his mind regardless of the reception by the EAW Universe.)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!! DRAKE KINGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: This is interesting. We were told that Drake King was not at the arena tonight. But it appears that has quickly been disproven, as he’s making his way out to the ring tonight. And that certainly doesn’t seem to be something that will please his challenger very much.

Flannery McCoy: Michael Machina called out Drake King and demanded he make his way out to the ring; to not do that and still end up showing up later in the night is CRAZY!

Jake Mercer: Personally, I wouldn’t take that.

Stew-O: Regardless, last week we saw the World Heavyweight Champion successfully defend the world title against the newcomer, King Sulyvahn IV, in one hell of a match at Reckless Wiring!

Flannery McCoy: The Eternal Above was bound to be an insane match, but the final sight was nothing short of HARROWING, with Sulyvahn crucified at the behest of the world champion!

Jake Mercer: And now we see Drake, god complex and all, looking to celebrate that victory, even when he already knows who that next challenger will be!

(Drake King enters the ring, spreading out his arms wide to bask in the atmosphere and wait for his music to fade away. He takes a microphone and begins to speak his mind.)

Drake King: What is there to be said? Reckless Wiring… was an affirmation. An affirmation that heresy and blasphemy are not rewarded with premature achievements, not under the gaze of God. Sulyvahn was under the misapprehension that he could waltz into my realm off the back of work that he performed beyond its borders, with the expectation that he would be delivered the type of royal treatment that would result in winning the World Heavyweight Championship in my first defense.

Drake King: He thought he was above divinity. He may not have said it in such words, but every word and every action he took against me from the moment he stepped into the limelight revealed that to be the truth. What I demonstrated at the Eternal Above was that nobody – not even a royal – is above the judgement of God. The very fact that the Eternal Above was selected serves as proof of my claims.

(He raised his free hand out to gesture at the people.)

Drake King: The choice of the people was to engulf Sulyvahn in the core of my realm; the outcome was inevitable, but even the path to that outcome was according to my wishes. God… is… pleased. Yet, what cannot go unmentioned is that the ‘opportunity’ should not have existed in the first place; I told Sulyvahn that I was there to be his savior, and that is precisely what I did.

Drake King: I saved him from the crippling burden of being an undeserving claimant to supremacy. Had Tyrone’s wishes come true, Sulyvahn would have made his way to the championship within a month of his debut, a beneficiary of favoritism above all others who have poured their blood and sweat for even longer. If Tyrone has a problem with that, then it is his prerogative to vocalize his concerns; however, by the will of God, those concerns will go unanswered.

Drake King: There is no question that God holds true power over His realm; the Dynasty brand, Elite Answers Wrestling, the world itself exists upon the palm of God’s hand, and it is to their benefit that such a reality persists, whether they are willing to accept it with open arms or not. God’s dominion over you all has dictated that Sulyvahn be cast down from his lofty perch in spite of Tyrone’s machinations, such that he must WORK to demonstrate his faith in God after the countless heathenous statements he made against Him.

Drake King: God has closed that chapter; now, the next one is ready to open, and it is one that I have grown all too familiar with. Michael Machina has once more made his way, marching in a path towards God just as he did mere months ago. Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear; reality has not changed for you, Michael.

Drake King: Just as you were incapable of overcoming God at Pain for Pride, so too shall you come up short at Territorial Invasion; the throes of a heretic that finds it so difficult to accept his position beneath divinity should not be entertained any further. You must be smote without further delay. However, this is a special instance, for it has not yet transpired…

Drake King: You will have the esteemed privilege of battling God in singles contest. Of course I have heard the whispers; God’s ears exists in every corner of the world to listen to His subjects, and amongst those whispers exists blasphemous lies that you, Michael, will reiterate the history of last year by reclaiming the World Heavyweight Championship almost immediately upon losing your previous world championship. This blasphemy… revolts me; I can think of nothing more repugnant than the absence of faith in God, and the onus of responsibility is upon you for stoking such flames.

Drake King: Blasphemy, like that which was uttered from Sulyvahn, is not tolerated any longer. Your avarice, Michael, is never-ending, but to sate it would be to reward such sinful transgressions and that cannot be done. Not on God’s watch. It is as a result of your overwhelming pride that you believe you can change your fate so soon after your recent failure, but I would go further than that.

Drake King: I would venture as far as to say that you are craven for not accepting your lot in life; does your gluttony know no bounds, Michael? That you would wrest away this opportunity from someone who has not been taught already? Does your hubris truly prevent you from coming to terms with the reality that God is and always will be beyond you?

Drake King: I suppose this was only to be expected; you already presented your audacity when you dared to deride God and claim that he is some unstable force, but that could not be further from the truth. I am truth, Michael; I am the stable light that shines upon my realm with magnanimity, even when I am opposed by such horrific darkness.

Drake King: And YOU are that darkness given form, whether you have realized it or not; many have not noticed, but God’s eyes can pierce through the thickest veils and perceive my subjects for who they truly are. The darkness that festers in the heart of the machine has spurred you on in your heretical quest all this time, but only because you have not received the solitary attention of God… yet.

Drake King: Now, that changes. Your darkness will crumble before everyone’s eyes, and your sacrifice shall serve as a testament to the rest of the roster that redemption is not owed to true heathens such as yourself. I invite you to try and resist, if only to show the rest of the roster that resistance truly is futile. And may you, at the end of the day, regardless of your redemption, renew your faith in God when he strikes you down.

(The video feed lingers on Drake as he once more spreads his arms, brimming with narcissism, before the feed shifts backstage to Michael Machina watching the entire screen through the monitor. It is clear that he is brimming with rage at Drake King’s words, and it almost seems as though he is about to burst through the stage curtains to fire off a Bullet from Hell, but… he does not. He simply watches it with gritted teeth before turning around and storming off with both of his fists clenched, silently mulling over Drake’s words. The video feed fades to black.)

(Backstage, the shot lands on Tyrone Montgomery in his office. The general manager gives a faint smile before speaking.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Good evening, Dallas! Hope the show has been good! As you all know, we are on the fast track to Territorial Invasion, and for all of us here on Dynasty, we are determined to prove our superiority over the likes of Showdown and Voltage in this yearly tradition. Many big matches are in the works, and right now, I’d like to announce them quickly before the main event contest of the evening.

Tyrone Montgomery: With so many new faces joining, matches like Divide and Conquer are perfect to showcase talents who could very well become the next stars of tomorrow. In fact, our current Empress of Elite, KASAI, won this match in her debut year, setting the stage for a career that could see her become the next Universal Women’s Champion soon. The three Elitists who will be representing Dynasty for it have shown they have the energy and dedication required to become part of the new pack, and they are none other than Yanni Killbrew, TFK and AKIZA! Speaking of the new pack—Anna Wautier was able to successfully retain the New Breed Championship against them at Reckless Wiring, but at Midsummer Massacre, Wynter Kurayami cemented herself as next in line to challenge her. So, in agreement with Kennedy Street, we mutually decided that the championship match will take place at this event!

Tyrone Montgomery: Next, Dynasty will be having its own Unique Opportunity match, where the winner will be afforded a title match at a later date, currently being weighed at happening either at House of Glass or Road to Redemption. The participants for that will be King Sulyvahn IV, Venus de Martin, Haruka Kashimashi, Jamie Valdez, and Kendall Von. After that, we have a New Breed Championship number one contendership scramble, and Rei Oboro and Winona Hendrickson will also be involved as our representatives for this match.

Tyrone Montgomery: Now… we move on to Brand Warfare. A monumental match for sure. Last year, Dynasty was able to go the distance and win, and it should come as no surprise we’re aiming for the same result. The Elitists who will be in that match will include the EAW Interwire Champion Effy McAvoy, Chris Elite, Daryl Kinkade, and the two women who will be competing against each other moments later: KASAI and Brianna Hill!

(Tyrone grins.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Speaking of their match? That will now be to determine who will be the captain for the Brand Warfare team!

(The fans cheer at the announcement. However, there was one last thing to touch on, and Tyrone is eager to get to it.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Lastly… War Games. An iconic staple of the show. I have thought long and hard about who should be able to captain it, because on one hand, we have plenty of legends who know what it takes to wage war, but also newer icons who have the vigor and determination required to push past everything in order to make a name for themselves. Ultimately, my decision settled on someone who is in between that; someone who is considered to be next in line to become world champion in the future… and some may say, he is the very heart of this brand, considering he has been with us since he debuted in 2023.

Tyrone Montgomery: It also helps that he was in last year’s War Games contest–and I am certain that the loss is something he’d like to rectify. :troll: Of course, I am talking about none other than BRAE!

(And the fans go wild! The cheers are almost explosive in the arena, and Tyrone looks pleased with himself.)

Tyrone Montgomery: BRAE in particular has exemplified what it means to be a Dynasty Elitist through and through. Things may not have worked out for him at Reckless Wiring, but again, when it comes to losing, he doesn’t get hung up on it. He always pushes forward, always seeks to improve from the last match, and while this is his fourth season, he never stops approaching big matches as though they are make-or-break. As for his partners, they each fit into those ends. One is a hall of famer, the other has made immense strides in improving. So, in selecting the other two, this one was an easy choice.

Tyrone Montgomery: Joining BRAE will be CY HENDERSON AND KIRK REDWOOD!

(The fans cheer even more. Tyrone nods, smile still beaming.)

Tyrone Montgomery: And there you have it. Dynasty is ready for war, and trust me: we are going to win. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of the show and watch what will undoubtedly be a main event worth talking about.

(The shot fades away from the office and dissolves into the ringside area. The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following main event contest… is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Mirtazapine’ by Hayley Williams can be heard throughout the speakers as the crowd allows their reactions to be heard. Brianna Hill emerges from the back as she nods to herself in the wake of the match to come. The waves of reactions can be felt throughout the audience as Brianna sports a focused grin on her face.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Cancun, Mexico! Weighing in at 119 pounds… BRIANNAAAAAAA HILL!!!

Stew-O: Brianna Hill has been able to quickly work on building this trajectory for herself that can prove to be all the more impressive tonight! This main event against the fellow former Specialists Champion will be a sizable test that will truly put forth much of the potential to explore from her behalf.

Flannery McCoy: After everything that Brianna has experienced throughout her tenure here so far, she has remained battle tested as ever, and she will be sure to have the most surefire task ahead of this match, as she has rightfully found herself looking for the rebound after Reckless Wiring!

(‘NAKAMURA’ by Lil Uzi Vert can be heard throughout the speakers, as the audience lets their voices be heard once more with the arrival of KASAI. The Empress of Elite takes in the atmosphere, smirking her way toward the stage as she takes in the energy of the crowd as well. She begins to walk down the ramp, glancing toward the ring for a brief moment as she does so.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing her opponent! From Amani, Kagoshima, Japan! Weighing in at 145 pounds… SHE IS THE EMPRESS OF ELITE… KAAAAAAASAI!!!

Stew-O: KASAI is ready to step right back into the fray as she’s looking to score another substantial win in this main event tonight, and we all know that Brianna Hill has always presented herself as an increasingly impressive prospect that will take any opportunity possible. After what they’ve each been placed through, much focus will be needed here.

Jake Mercer: And they’ll be looking forward to ushering in any amount of momentum that they can as we’re heading deeper into that time where Territorial Invasion is closing in, where they can succeed all the more with main event bouts’ like these to take as we are looking at one hell of a match here!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: And we’re off! We are here with a big match on hand tonight as world class elitists collide in the form of Empress of Elite KASAI & Brianna Hill! These two are looking to make the most out of the opportunities that are presenting themselves tonight through this match in particular! They begin by circling around the canvas, properly assessing one another from a viewpoint specifically attributed to each of them as evenly matched elitists who are looking to garner the most sizable victory for their own momentum to continue moving forward as well!

Flannery McCoy: As they motion forward with a collar and elbow tie-up to begin this match! The referee is keeping a keen eye on the beginning of this match as Brianna is very much ushering in the strength advantage in this match, able to slowly and steadily push KASAI back & into the ropes, as the referee now begins to count down on Brianna while she is keeping her opponent suppressed against the ropes. Before the five count, Brianna decides to steadily back away, as KASAI raises her own hands upward and they then begin to motion back toward the ring! They each begin to step forward once again for another go at the tie-up!

Jake Mercer: But KASAI immediately gets her arms around the head of Brianna for a sufficient headlock! KASAI is trying to sink all of her weight downward as she’s using much of her strength here, refusing to allow for another tie-up to alter momentum as this headlock remains strong while Brianna is now left in this position here! Hill knows that she cannot let KASAI motion for too much momentum to be gained on her own end and this match can turn sour just as quickly as it begins! Brianna is refusing to let this keep her down for long, as she’s not looking to wait too long to make the most out of this while hoisting her upward AS SHE LOOKS TO—

Stew-O: BUT KASAI SINKS HER WEIGHT DOWN & DOESN’T LET BRIANNA COMMIT! She continuously shakes her head as she shifts into a guillotine choke! KASAI is looking to apply a more strengthened crank to her choke to ensure that there is not a possible way for Brianna to free herself, but it is still quite early in this match as Hill is now rising up to her feet! KASAI is keeping the choke strong but Brianna doesn’t waste another second to drag KASAI toward the ropes, and uses the extra momentum of the ropes to shove herself away to free herself from the choke! KASAI is backed into the ropes as she is now rebounding toward her!

Flannery McCoy: HIGH KICK FROM KASAI AS SHE REBOUNDS FORWARD! Landing flush into Brianna as she finds herself staggering back and against the ropes, clutching onto the middle rope with a hand as she now has a palm coiled around her own jaw! KASAI is taking notice of this, nodding to herself as she sees that Brianna will have to try and recover more effectively here if she wants to find herself back in this match! KASAI is now looking to take advantage while she can, as she understands how Brianna is left in a vulnerable position before looking for a RUNNING SUPERKICK!

Jake Mercer: BRIANNA DUCKS UNDER THE KICK—AND KASAI TURNS DIRECTLY INTO A BICYCLE KNEE!! KASAI COLLAPSES THROUGH THE ROPES! KASAI holds onto the middle rope to keep herself from collapsing down to the ringside floor, as now she’s situated on the apron while left in a compromised state! KASAI is vulnerable for the moment as Brianna is able to create this space between themselves while looking to maintain focus! She brings herself over to KASAI, taking hold of her waist while situated on the bottom rope.. LOOKING FOR AN EXPLODER SUPLEX BACK INTO THE RING HERE!!!

Stew-O: KASAI WITH ELBOWS! Brianna has to halt the maneuver—AS KASAI CATCHES HER WITH A ROPE-HUNG ARMBREAKER!! Brianna can’t seize back any control as KASAI is more than capable of returning the fire, as she finds herself in a much more advantageous position here now that Brianna is trapped! KASAI now sees that there is all of the time for herself to make her own momentum maintain itself, but the referee is counting down as KASAI is refusing to let go of this submission right now—

Flannery McCoy: AS BRIANNA RESORTS TO SHIFTING KASAI TO THE RIGHT & INTO THE POST, CAUSING HER TO COLLAPSE ONTO THE FLOOR!!! KASAI is left in the struggle as she is immediately writhing in pain with her own back taking the brunt of the fall there as well! KASAI is shaking her own head repeatedly as Brianna Hill has just garnered such a sizable advantage in this match from that precise spot there! With KASAI left leaning against the barricade, all of the pain within her back as she’s remaining stood over the apron, Brianna sees what she’s gonna have to take advantage of!

Jake Mercer: As she’s now stepping herself over, steadily propping herself right over the apron as she’s looking to make the absolute most out of what needs to be done from here! KASAI is still staggered, and Brianna is not wasting time rushing herself around & toward the recovering Empress—DELIVERING A RUNNING DROPKICK THAT SENDS KASAI INTO THE BARRICADE!!! KASAI IS DOWN!!! The dropkick connects with immense momentum as she’s absolutely feeling all of it right there, this isn’t good!

Stew-O: As everyone at ringside is looking on as well! An immense maneuver from Brianna!!!! Brianna Hill just sent KASAI crashing right onto the barricade with enough precision! She takes hold of KASAI, pushing her back into the ring as she’s looking to hook the leg with urgency to her movements!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T—

Flannery McCoy: NO! KASAI IS ABLE TO KICK OUT AND STAY IN THIS MATCH!! Brianna has to be feeling the urgency begin to kick in as this match is continuing to prove itself as a struggle for each of them! Hill is motioning upward to a knee, nodding to herself as she knows that KASAI is left in a highly vulnerable state the longer that this match will continue to go! The damage she has already sustained can be a true testament to what she will have to endure through should this match continue further!

Jake Mercer: As she’s continuing to apply all of the pressure that she wants to at this moment, sending repeated forearms across her skull as she doesn’t want KASAI to start mounting any momentum to continue in this match while she is still able to maintain much of the pressure that she can! Brianna is now dragging KASAI upward, and she’s looking to nail KASAI with much of the offense you can expect, as she’s now looking to send the pain below with an ELBOW DROP—

Stew-O: BUT KASAI RAISES THE FOOT AS BRIANNA’S JAW IS CAUGHT!! Brianna is forced to stagger and stumble as she’s clutching onto her own jaw afterward, shaking her head as this can turn very poorly for her if she doesn’t continue to remain aggressive when targeting KASAI from here! Brianna rushes forward as she doesn’t want to hold herself back here—BUT A SPINNING ELBOW FROM KASAI IS ABLE TO SEND BRIANNA STAGGERING FURTHER!! KASAI placed all of her own weight into that elbow to make sure that Brianna would be going down!

Flannery McCoy: And look at Brianna! she’s absolutely dazed after that elbow as KASAI now has her own opportunity that she can absolutely make the most out of from here! Hill is looking to bring herself back up as this has not been panning out all too graciously for her right now, with KASAI having her own eyes set back onto her as she’s now pulling Brianna right over, and she’s able to put Brianna back down WITH A NECKBREAKER! Brianna is down as KASAI is now rushing herself to the cover as the referee is counting away!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T—

Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! Brianna is able to kick out as now KASAI will have to focus much more in order to put an end to this match & get this win! KASAI is keeping herself ready while looking down to Brianna, not interested in holding herself back from doing what she has to here as she’s shifting Brianna directly into an OCTOPUS LOCK! KASAI is keeping a strong submission applied here as Brianna is now boosting her stance upward as she doesn’t want the pressure to rush to her head or else she’s a goner! she has to find a way out of this!

Stew-O: But KASAI is refusing to let this submission go! Brianna is trying to do everything that she can to keep herself mobile as she’s now motioning herself a bit more closely toward the ropes, but KASAI’s constriction is being applied even further in this moment as Brianna has been providing enough pushback to keep herself in this match—AS BRIANNA SINKS HERSELF DOWNWARD WITH KASAI’S SHOULDERS PRESSED AGAINST THE MAT!!! The referee begins counting away as KASAI is squirming to get herself out of this situation!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THR—

Flannery McCoy: KASAI PUSHES Brianna AWAY TO KICK OUT!! KASAI is wide eyed as she’s now quickly trying to bring herself upward, shaking her head vigorously as she doesn’t want to slow down—BUT BRIANNA WITH A BICYCLE KICK THAT STOPS KASAI RIGHT IN PLACE! This isn’t good for KASAI at all! Brianna is looking to uphold all of the momentum that she had in this match as she’s now rushing toward the ropes, and returning right back at KASAI as she looks for AN ELBOW—

Jake Mercer: BUT KASAI RETORTS WITH A HIGH KICK ACROSS HER TEMPLE!! Brianna can’t commit as she’s under pressure right now, remaining in this dormant state in this situation as KASAI sees her own opportunity forming and taking place right before her eyes! KASAI is now ready to send Brianna into the biggest struggle yet, as she’s rushing past her & rebounding from the ropes looking for A SCISSORS KICK TO PUT BRIANNA BACK DOWN—

Stew-O: JUMPING KNEE CATCHES KASAI OFF GUARD COMPLETELY!! KASAI is staggered and dazed as she’s dropping to a knee, with Brianna bringing herself back up to her feet as she’s refusing to slow herself down here! KASAI may be in major trouble from here on out as Brianna is now dragging KASAI right over & into position, as she’s got her lined up & SPIKING HER DOWNWARD WITH THE ‘THE GRUDGE’ TIGER DRIVER!!! THE COVER IS MADE!!!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEE—

Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT!!! KASAI IS ABLE TO KICK OUT!! Brianna is seeing that there is much more that must be done from here, as this can go either way with how all of this has now progressed into this upper register of the match! KASAI is trying to crawl herself back into a more prominent position, all the while Brianna is looking to score the win here as she now backs into the ropes, seeing that KASAI is stirring after being spiked into the canvas! KASAI is making the rise, and Hill is lying in wait as BRIANNA LOOKS TO TAKE HOLD OF KASAI FOR THE ‘SANGUINE PARADISE’’—

Jake Mercer: KASAI TOSSES HILL OVER & MAKES BRIANNA ROLL FORWARD, AS BRIANNA POPS UP AND TURNS—INTO ‘DEADLIGHTS’!!!! DISCUS PUNCH FROM KASAI STUNTS Brianna AS SHE WAS RISING!!! Brianna’s dazed as she drops to a knee, and KASAI sees that another opportunity has arisen from nailing the knee that staggers Hill incredibly here! KASAI now backs herself away, and she doesn’t waste another second to find herself rushing back toward Brianna & now LOOKING TO PUT HER BACK DOWN WITH ‘ABDICATION’!!! FACEBREAKER! Brianna clutches onto her own face as KASAI hooks the leg!

ONEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEE—

Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH!! KASAI is wide-eyed as she sees that Brianna isn’t done! All of the offense that she has thrown and it is still not enough to put Brianna Hill down! KASAI is now rising upward, and she’s looking to put an end to this match as quickly as she manage, as Brianna is looking to get herself back up to her feet before KASAI can mount another movement of offense that may end this match for good! KASAI pulls Brianna into position, and she’s looking to back away as she’s now MARCHING FORWARD WITH THE ‘MATRICIDE’—

Flannery McCoy: HILL RETURNS FIRE WITH A STUNNING LARIAT!!! KASAI is dazed after the kick as Brianna finds herself motioning back as well, with KASAI being sent reeling as now Brianna’s chance has come! Brianna is now bringing herself upward as she’s looking toward KASAI while nodding to herself, and she may be looking for an immense game changer in this match as she’s now seeking out AN ELECTRIC ‘HITS DIFFERENT’’—

Jake Mercer: KASAI WITH A SUDDEN ROUNDHOUSE KICK CATCHES BRIANNA ACROSS THE TEMPLE!! SHE DROPS HER DOWN Hill is in trouble here as she’s clutching onto her own temple, as KASAI is looking to make good out of this, climbing up to the top turnbuckle & fixing her positioning on that turnbuckle as Brianna is still dormant… AS KASAI SEEKS OUT THE ‘KITSUNE’S BLESSING V2’!

Stew-O: BRIANNA SHIFTS HER POSITIONING ON THE MAT AS KASAI IS FORCED TO ROLL BACKWARD & BACK UP—CAUGHT INTO THE ‘SANGUINE PARADISE’!!! KASAI IS IN TROUBLE!!! BRIANNA IS TRYING TO KEEP THIS SUBMISSION APPLIED AS THE EMPRESS IS HOLDING ON! Hill IS LOOKING TO SEAL THE DEAL RIGHT HERE—

Flannery McCoy: KASAI WITH ALL OF HER ENERGY POSSIBLE—SLAMS BRIANNA HILL INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Brianna is clutching onto her own head as she’s trying to keep herself together, doing all that she can to crawl herself upward—AS KASAI SPRAWLS FORWARD WITH ‘MATRICIDE’!!!! BRIANNA IS LAID OUT AS KASAI IS NOW HOOKING THE LEG HERE!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… EMPRESS OF ELITE… KASAIIIIIIIII!!!!

Flannery McCoy: And that is quite the victory for KASAI to be able to garner as we are motioning all the more closely along this path to Territorial Invasion! That was a very battle tested encounter for both of these elitists, don’t think you can ask for any better than that!

Jake Mercer: Can’t deny that Brianna Hill did put up an encounter worth all of the time there in order to match KASAI, I believe there is still quite a great deal of potential in Brianna as she has always proven to put up one hell of a fight, but KASAI is just able to pick up that main event win tonight!

(‘NAKAMURA’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers once more as the referee raises the arm of KASAI. Brianna leans by the ropes, with a palm along her own neck as she’s exhaling with a disappointed expression, while KASAI is allowing for a grin to break through as she accepts the victory, with the scene fading from there.)

(EAW logo buzzes…)

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. Then, cutting to a live shot of the arena, pyro goes off and the fans cheer. The shot then fades in on commentary.)

Stew-O: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EDITION OF FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I AM STEW-O, AND AS ALWAYS, I AM JOINED BY JAKE MERCER AND FLANNERY MCCOY!

Jake Mercer: Reckless Wiring is almost here! Lots to look forward to, especially when the beef has been scorching as of lately! Almost makes me feel like I might burn from everything!

Flannery McCoy: Definitely a lot of intense developments happening as of late, and those are only going to continue.

(Friday Night Dynasty transitions to the stage as the sounds of ‘Equus’ by Ne Obliviscaris begins to play through the arena speakers. The crowd cheers loudly as loud pyro is heard erupting, signaling the arrival of King Sulyvahn IV as he makes his way out from the backstage area. He’s dressed in a salmon pink suit, with a smile on his face as he hypes up the crowd, spreading his arms out as even more pyro shoots out behind him, before he makes his way down the ramp.) 

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… THE GREATER WILL… KING SULYVAHNNNNNN IVVVVVVVVVVV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Last week, we saw King Sulyvahn IV have his debut match in the main event of Friday Night Dynasty, getting a huge victory against former World Heavyweight Champion Michael Machina. But he didn’t get a chance to relish in it for very long.

Flannery McCoy: After getting the better of Drake King earlier in the night, the World Champ would strike, attacking him and laying him out to close the show. Now, two weeks away from Reckless Wiring, we get Sulyvahn’s thoughts on the matter.

Jake Mercer: I know what I wish to inquire on, Sulyvahn! Oh man, I’m so excited! 

(Sulyvahn makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area as ‘Equus’ begins to come to a close. As he turns and heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a moment before beginning to speak.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: Well, Pensacola, I know EXACTLY what I wish to inquire upon tonight. What happened last week was documented for everyone to see, and I don’t think it comes as a surprise that an attack like that would be orchestrated by the likes of Drake King. It’s funny… because when I first confronted him, I tried to understand his point of view. I know that the industry has made him the person that he is today, but perhaps that was for a reason, one that I wasn’t fully acquainted with. But what I realized quickly was that respect was *not* a one way street… he did not see it from my perspective. That is what has led us to where we are right now, this conflict that we partake in heading into the inaugural Marquee Event of the season for Friday Night Dynasty. Perhaps… it was *inevitable.*

(Sulyvahn has an amused expression on his face as he gives a light chuckle.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: I can’t say that I’m particularly surprised by it, why should I be? That man that we call the World Heavyweight Champion has built a career out of lies and deceit, actions of that manner, disrespect that knows no end. Perhaps it was wrong of me to see the good in someone like that, but trust that it is a mistake that I will not make again. No, it is clear to me now what I have stated from the very beginning, and that is that what I must do in two weeks is for the good of the wrestling business. No, it is not the “good” that Drake King speaks about… but rather it is the necessary action of purging the evil that he has inflicted on this entire ecosphere. It is about making sure that he learns quickly that his actions have consequences. 

(Sulyvahn wags his finger, pacing around as he looks at the crowd.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: So if a fight is what you want, Drake King, then a fight is what you get! You have the sole intention of making an enemy out of me, and it worked, but I expect you to be better than attacking me from behind and instead do it on even ground! So come on! Let’s do this! 

(The crowd cheers as Sulyvahn slams his microphone down to the ground, as he glares at the stage, taking off his blazer jacket and rolling up his sleeves.) 

Stew-O: It seems like Sulyvahn is done with the formalities! He wants a fight, and he’s calling out the World Heavyweight Champion to the ring right now to settle their issues with one another! 

(After a while… it doesn’t seem like anyone is coming out. The crowd is certainly not happy about this.) 

Jake Mercer: What a buzzkill! A strategic retreat by Drake King before facing adversity! 

Stew-O: W- What’s happening…

(Commentary, and the crowd in turn, have their attention turned toward the ringside area. Behind Sulyvahn, a group of people are seen jumping the barricade, a murmur of confusion is heard as nobody has any idea what’s going on right now.) 

Flannery McCoy: I’LL TELL YOU WHAT’S HAPPENING! A GROUP OF PEOPLE JUST SLID INTO THE RING AND TACKLED SULYVAHN TO THE GROUND! 

Jake Mercer: Why?! Those don’t look like anyone out of the ordinary! 

(Indeed, they look like they could’ve been plucked out of the crowd, but they all seem to have one centralized focus and that’s not to hurt Sulyvahn, but rather *restrain* him. He tries to fight back, shoving them away, not trying to hurt any of them, but that doesn’t do him any favors.)

(The group manages to grab a hold of Sulyvahn by both of his wrists, holding him up… as someone enters into the ring…) 

Drake King: You make it too easy for me. 

(The crowd boos loudly as finally, they see the full picture. Drake King stands across from what is now revealed to be his supporters, members of The Eternal Above. He twirls a microphone in his hand, approaching.) 

Drake King: These people you see before you… they have found their salvation. From the lowest of lows to the highest of highs, it is never too late to open your arms to God. I gave you a chance, I tried to open your eyes, and what did you do…? 

(Drake brings his leg up and scrapes his boot across the face of Sulyvahn in a mocking manner.) 

Drake King: *You spit on me.* You wiped your feet on holy ground and now you must pay for your blasphemy. Look at me…

(Drake grabs Sulyvahn by the hair, yanking him up and forcing him to look into his eyes.) 

Drake King: Do you have anything to say for yourself…?

(Sulyvahn grunts, still trying to break himself free to get his hands on Drake, but it’s no use. As he does, he mutters something, distinguishable enough for the cameras to be able to pick up.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: (Off-Mic) *You will never… be… a God…*

Drake King: *Heh…* 

(Drake rises back up to a vertical base, barking at the members of his church as they force him down into position. He takes a couple of steps back as he presses himself against one of the nearby corners.) 

Stew-O: AND JUDGMENT DAY CONNECTS ON SULYVAHN! 

(Sulyvahn is completely wiped out as Drake takes a couple of steps forward, rearing his head… and almost immediately, realizing that he’s not satisfied.) 

Drake King: (Off-Mic) Again. 

Flannery McCoy: This is unnecessary! He’s defenseless! 

Jake Mercer: All to prove a point, Flan! Those who defy God must pay the consequences, and his followers know that! That’s why they’re under his thumb! Though I wouldn’t say it to his face. 

(Drake’s followers lift Sulyvahn up again…) 

Stew-O: A SECOND JUDGMENT DAY TO SULYVAHN! 

Drake King: (Off-Mic) AGAIN! MAKE HIM REGRET WHAT HE DID! 

Flannery McCoy: STOP IT! 

Jake Mercer: AND A THIRD JUDGMENT DAY! 

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

Stew-O: AND NOW HE’S STOMPING DOWN REPEATEDLY ON SULYVAHN’S HEAD! HIS FOLLOWERS CONTINUING TO HOLD HIM DOWN, BUT I DON’T THINK SULYVAHN IS FIGHTING BACK! HE’S COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! 

Flannery McCoy: FINALLY SECURITY IS COMING IN AND STOPPING THIS MADNESS! 

(A group of security finally rush into the ring, breaking apart Drake from Sulyvahn and ripping away his followers as well. Drake, even though he fully believes that more is deserved for someone like him, backs off and mouths at his followers to relent as well.) 

Jake Mercer: I… don’t know what to expect. I don’t think anyone expected things to escalate like this. 

Stew-O: This is what Drake King is willing to do, and if Sulyvahn isn’t careful… this might end up being the sight that we see at Reckless Wiring. 

(Drake and his followers are broken apart toward different parts of the arena, meanwhile, medical staff have entered the ring and are checking on Sulyvahn, who has cuts and bruises on his face after the assault, completely unconscious. The very last shot seen is Drake King, his face deadly serious, as Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.) 

(KASAI defeats AKIZA after Anna Wautier makes an appearance. Match TBP ASAP!)

(‘TEFLON DON’ by Future hits. The fans boo as Jamie Valdez comes out to the ring, not at all amused given the events of last week. There’s a notable bruise along her cheekbone, the sting of which does not help to improve matters for her. Still, the blonde walks with purpose, and the anger in her stride leads her to the ring, in which she enters.)

Stew-O: Well, Jamie Valdez is here, and last week we saw Saori Aizen make her presence felt as she attacked her future challenger for the Specialists Championship. She stood tall, reminding Valdez of her belief that she does not think she has what it takes to beat her.

Jake Mercer: It’s a nasty and mean-spirited feud built off of disrespect. Some say Saori has become far too arrogant–if that’s possible–for her own good, but hey. Plenty of champions have done the same thing as her. It’s up to Jamie to step it up and prove her wrong—but in saying that, that doesn’t mean Jamie is the one who is the underdog. If she puts her mind in the right spot, she could be walking out of Jamaica with her first championship underneath the EAW banner!

Flannery McCoy: And that is an exciting prospect. Jamie is a well-travelled competitor who has been able to make her name known, and while she and Saori share similarities that may not endear them to many people, you cannot ever take away her talents and experience. Saori just has been able to set the pace.

(Jamie enters and immediately gestures for a microphone with an impatient flick of the hand. She’s handed on, and as her theme fades, she takes a deep breath. A ragged sigh leaves.)

Jamie Valdez: You know… it really, and I do mean really, gets to a point. I get it! I’m not nice myself! Maybe I have run my mouth, or I decided to have some fun and screw with people a little bit, but–wouldn’t all of that mean that I shouldn’t be messed with? Wouldn’t ANY of that mean that the last thing an Elitist wants to do is take me for some fool and a helpless idiot? I get that I’m a rookie here in this promotion, but anyone who is actually smart enough–and that means, have more sense than a certain current champion–to look up my name can see years of me amassing gold left, right, front and center. People don’t like the way I operate, but I am who I am because I know what it means to be successful. 

Jamie Valdez: Still, I never came to this place declaring it to be my stomping ground. I was never stupid to do that. I knew that the talent here was going to be different from the sort I have faced in the past. I mean, EAW is the best of the best, right? I’m not ignorant. However, at least I have been willing to work hard for this and do what I had to do, and I earned this title match. I shouldn’t have the champion treat me as though I’m some breakable toy for her. I have done a lot in this industry, but because she’s been here longer she believes she gets to do everything and get away with it? Nah. Nope! That is not going to happen.

(Jamie shakes her head, laughing.)

Jamie Valdez: Saori, you screwed up. There’s no fluff around that. You play with me as if I’m some kind of pussy and not like someone who has my own spine that I can always protect. If you really wanna run around and still go with the idea that I was some lap dog attached to Mia or whatever, then you’re a moron. I only tried to elevate until she got off her rockers and decided to let her paranoid ass wander where it shouldn’t have, but whatever, that’s in the past! She’s no longer on this brand, and that means Dynasty can see me flourish at the top of it. How am I gonna do it? By beating you, of course! And given everything that has been happening as of lately, I think it’s only right that I kick your ass and show you what happens when you cross with me.

Jamie Valdez: You had your little fun, but the games end here. Saori, you have no idea what you’re—

???: Ahahaha!!!

(‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas cuts in just in timing with the laugh of one Saori Aizen, who comes out with a microphone of her own. The Specialists title glimmers around her waist as she looks at Jamie from the stage.)

Saori Aizen: ah… I’m sorry, what? Is this a serious thing occurring right before me? Please, cut my music. I must speak, because never before have I faced someone who sounds so much like a child who has begun to curse! This is hilarious!

(The theme, as requested, simmers to a halt. Jamie rolls her eyes.)

Jamie Valdez: The only thing that is going to be hilarious is when you have to deal with the fact that your reign got cut short thanks to me. 

Saori Aizen: Really, now…?

(She enters the ring, grinning at Jamie in amusement and mockery.)

Saori Aizen: Oh, please. Spare me the weak prattle, Jamie. You are nothing more than a bloated fool whose own hubris got harmed because I exposed just how truly unprepared you are. Speaking of that unpreparedness—you wish to discuss experience? Because while I have been in EAW for two years, I have been wrestling for six. Just like you, I have travelled the globe far and wide, and I have met a colorful array of people who have claimed the same things as you. That is why I can stand here and remain unphased. That is why I do not take your babbling threats seriously. You are so immature despite your years in this sport. Why should I respect you, or see you as an equal, or even as a superior when I have the one thing that currently separates us?

(Saori gestures to the title. Jamie hones in on it, and Saori snorts.)

Saori Aizen: You know it to be true as well, so the posturing can end. It’s becoming quite pathetic. The more you speak, the more you are proving me and every single point I have against you to be correct. I am only getting started–and people like you *will* have to deal with the fact that you are incapable of stopping me.

Jamie Valdez: Yeah?

(That’s when Jamie laughs. Saori quirks a brow.)

Jamie Valdez: Oh, Saori. You are only delaying the inevitable.

Saori Aizen: Am I? 

Jamie Valdez: Yeah. Yeah, you are.

Saori Aizen: .. tch. And why would th–

(CLUNK!)

Stew-O: WHOA! JAMIE BLASTS SAORI IN THE FACE WITH THE MICROPHONE! SHE’S NOW SCRAMBLING TO MOUNT HER, ATTACKING WITH PUNCHES AND FIRING OFF! SHE SCREAMS! SHE HAS BEEN SICK OF EVERYTHING, AND ALL OF THAT FRUSTRATION IS COMING OUT!

Jake Mercer: DAMN! NOT WASTING ANY TIME—WAIT! SAORI WITH A KICK TO THE MUSH! JAMIE FALLS BACK ON HER REAR, HOLDING HER NOSE, AND SAORI IS SHAKING HER HEAD, TRYING TO GET UP! THAT LITTLE FLURRY FROM THE CHALLENGER HAS HER A BIT WOBBLY!

Flannery McCoy: It does, but she manages to hold on to the ropes, and uses them to better assist her in rising up! Saori clutches her jaw!

Saori Aizen: (off-mic) You insolent MORON!

Stew-O: Saori is enraged! She steps towards Jamie and forces her up! She grabs her hair, and THE CHALLENGER SMACKS HER ACROSS THE FACE, STAGGERING HER! SHE STUMBLES TOWARDS THE ROPES!

Jake Mercer: LOOK! JAMIE! JAMIE RUSHES AT HER AND SPRINGS UP!! SHE FALLS BACK WITH THE FLATLINER! ‘END CREDITS’!!!

Flannery McCoy: THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! SAORI GOT DRIVEN DOWN HARD INTO THE CANVAS WITH THAT, AND THE CHALLENGER MANAGES TO GET ONE-UP ON THE CHAMPION! JAMIE SAID SHE WAS DONE WITH THE DISRESPECT, THAT SAORI WAS GOING TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE IS ABOUT, AND THE PRODIGY SEALS HER MESSAGE WITH AN EMPHATIC STAMP!

(Jamie jaw jacks the downed Saori before forcefully yanking the Specialists Championship from her. In a direct mirror to Saori previously standing over her with it, she does the same thing, foot pressed against her back.)

Stew-O: Will Jamie Valdez make this a reality come Reckless Wiring!?

(That’s the final shot before Dynasty fades to commercials.)

(A commercial plays for Bloodsport.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“Human Graduation” by Mercuro began to blast through the speakers of the arena! Finally, Haruka Kashimashi made her way out onto the stage with a huge and wicked grin on her face, with her hands behind her back as her eyes scanned the arena, before finally she made her way down to the ring, looking ready to inflict pain on her opponent in tonight’s match.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan! And weighing in at 120lbs!! She is “THE MAIDEN OF MADNESS!!!” HARRRRUKAAAA!!! KASHIMASHIIIII!!!

(Haruka entered the ring, before making her way to her corner as her music stopped and “Dangerous Woman” played through the speakers of the arena next! Signaling the arrival of “The Jewel of Wall Street” Kendall Von! Making her way out onto the stage with a cockiness in her step..)

Stephie Love: And her opponent.. hailing from The Executive Suite in Manhattan, New York!! and weighing in at 138lbs! She is.. The Jewel of Wall Street!! KENDALLLLL!!! VONNN!!!

(Kendall Von entered the ring with a cocky smirk on her face, glaring over at her opponent, before stepping back into her corner as the match was getting ready to be underway!)

(DING DING DING!!!)

Jake Mercer: Here we go! Both women began to circle the ring, getting the feeling out process here as this match is starting to get underway. Finally the two lock up in the center of the ring! Jockeying for position.. but it’s Kendall Von who is quick to transition into a Side Headlock!! 

Flannery McCoy: She’s got it locked in really tight, trying to wear down Haruka here! Wearing her down early, could most certainly give Kendall the advantage! But Haruka isn’t looking to let that happen as she is quick to push Kendall Von back into the ropes.. she shoves Kendall off of her and towards the opposite set of ropes! 

Stew-O: Kendall rebounds off and she comes flying back in at Haruka!! She.. LEVELS HARUKA WITH A HUGE SHOULDER TACKLE! Haruka goes crashing down onto her back! And oh.. look at the disrespect from Kendall, wiping her shoulder off towards Haruka with a small smirk on her face..

Kendall Von:(off-mic) Weak! 

Jake Mercer: Kendall Von takes off running towards the ropes! As she rebounds off of them, Haruka turns over onto her stomach! And Kendall leaps over her! Running towards the ropes again! Haruka gets back to her feet as Kendall turns around… and.. KENDALL DROPS HARUKA WITH ANOTHER SHOULDER TACKLE!! 

Flannery McCoy: Haruka doesn’t take too kindly to that as she kips up onto her feet as Kendall rushes the ropes again.. Haruka CATCHES KENDALL VON INTO A SPANISH FLY!! HOOKING THE LEG FOR THE PIN!!

(ONNNNEEEE!!)

Stew-O: KENDALL VON KICKS OUT!! 

Jake Mercer: She looks to be in pure shock after that, that was most certainly a tide changer! And now Haruka isn’t giving her any room to breathe right now as she climbs to her feet, she’s grabbing Kendall’s legs and now she has her tangled up! Haruka falls back onto the canvas, turning Kendall over! She has the.. INVERTED INDIAN DEATH LOCK!! She’s looking to make her tap early on! 

Stew-O: Kendall Von is crying out in pain as she shakes her head, she’s telling the referee that she is not giving in! But Kendall doesn’t keep the hold there long. She rocks back onto her side a few times before, turning both women over! And now Kendall sits up.. KICK TO HARUKA’S FACE! USING THOSE LONG LEGS TO ADVANTAGE! 

Flannery McCoy: But Haruka is backing down! She hits Kendall with a kick of her own!! But Kendall fires one back!! KENDALL!! HARUKA!! KENDALL!! HARUKA!! KENDALL!! 

Jake Mercer: These women are throwing kicks back and forth at one another, neither woman seems to be actually backing down.. but by the looks of it, it seems that Haruka is getting the better of Kendall Von with those kicks!! 

Stew-O: Haruka rolls back up onto her feet, reaching over and grabbing the downed Kendall Von and pulling her up to a vertical base! Haruka UNLEASHES AN UPPERCUT TO KENDALL VON!! Kendall Von stumbles back, but Haruka doesn’t seem to be finished! She HITS KENDALL WITH ANOTHER UPPERCUT!! 

Flannery McCoy: With Kendall staggered, Haruka has Kendall exactly where she wants her! Haruka goes to swing a Roundhouse kick at Kendall’s head! But Kendall ducks under it! Popping back up and..NAILING HARUKA WITH A SPINNING BACKFIST!! Haruka falls flat to the canvas! 

Jake Mercer: Kendall Von wipes her feet against the canvas, before running the ropes!! Kendall races back towards Haruka and she flips into a Cartwheel… BEFORE LANDING ON HARUKA WITH AN ELBOW DROP!! SHE HOOKED THE LEG!!

(ONEEEEE!!)

(TWWWWOO!!)

Stew-O: Haruka managed to kick out!! And Kendall Von did NOT take too lightly to that at all! She’s climbing to her feet, reaching down and grabbing Haruka by the hair as she pulls her to her feet!

(SLAP!!)

Kendall Von:(off-mic) JUST GIVE UP ALREADY! 

Flannery McCoy: Kendall Von is talking her trash to Haruka! She hits her with yet another SUPERKICK!! Haruka is staggering and she’s on wobbly legs right now! Kendall Von runs off of the ropes again! She may be looking for it! “VON FOR THE MONEY!!” THAT CANADIAN DESTROYER—

Jake Mercer: NO!! HARUKA SENDS HER UP AND OVER WITH A BACK BODY DROP!! And Kendall Von goes crashing down onto the canvas and holding her back instinctively in pain! 

Stew-O: Haruka now sees that she has Kendall Von where she wants her. But whatever Haruka has in mind here, it seems it involves the ropes! Because Haruka is starting to climb to the top rope, eyeing Kendall Von as she’s climbing to her feet..

Flannery McCoy: Kendall finally at a vertical base.. HARUKA LEAPS OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE!! TAKING KENDALL VON DOWN WITH A DIVING BLOCKBUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE!! 

Jake Mercer: Kendall crashes down onto the canvas hard! Haruka doesn’t seem to be slowing down one bit. Haruka rolls under the bottom rope! Haruka climbs to her feet, standing on the apron now as she’s calling Kendall Von up onto her feet once again!! Haruka’s already got the next move in mind, ready to take Kendall Von down once again! 

Stew-O: Haruka grabs onto the ropes, before she pulls back on them, launching herself forward in a Slingshot motion through the ropes and at Kendall Von!! SLINGSHOT SPEAR CONNECTS!! TAKING DOWN THE JEWEL OF WALL STREET!!

Flannery McCoy: Haruka isn’t playing any games tonight! She immediately grabs and hooks the leg of Kendall Von’s! The referee drops down into the count! Ready to end this match!

(ONNNNEEE!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!)

Jake Mercer: KENDALL VON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! She’s still in this match, keeping it alive! And that means she’s still got a chance, but she’d better find her way back onto the offensive quickly.

Stew-O: Haruka is already up to her feet, and setting up for that next move as Kendall Von is getting to her feet! The Maiden of Madness!! SHE IS LOOKING TO END IT ALL!! GOING FOR THAT CRESCENT KICK!!! “NAMELESS BLADE—“

Flannery McCoy: KENDALL DUCKS UNDER IT!! CATCHING HARUKA WITH A SUPERKICK RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN!! 

Jake Mercer: Kendall isn’t done! She charges in at Haruka! And she LEVELS HARUKA WITH A HUGE BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO FOLLOW UP WITH THE SUPERKICK!! 

Stew-O: Haruka is undoubtedly reeling right now as she’s dropped to a knee! But she’s starting to pick herself back up! But Kendall isn’t allowing any room to breathe as she charges in at Haruka… PLANTING HER WITH THE CANADIAN DESTROYER!! “VON FOR THE MONEY!!” 

Flannery McCoy: It connects!! Kendall Von is slow to the pin, but she finally makes her way there, hooking the leg of Haruka’s for the count! 

(ONEEEE!!!)

(TWWWOOO!!)

(THREEEE—)

Jake Mercer: HARUKA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!

Stew-O: Kendall Von climbs back to her feet, stumbling back into the ropes, before pulling Haruka to her feet and she’s now tangled around Haruka! “EXECUTIVE DECISION!!” KENDALL’S GOT THAT WIDOW’s PEAK LOCKED IN TIGHT!! 

Flannery McCoy: Haruka has nowhere to go! As Kendall has her trapped in the center of the ring!!! Haruka is trying her best to fight out of this hold and she seems to be doing so! Trying to pry that arm from Kendall’s grip! 

Jake Mercer: But.. KENDALL BRINGS HARUKA DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH THE HOLD STILL APPLIED!!! 

(…)

(….)

(….)

Stew-O: HARUKA HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP!!! 

(DING!! DING!! DING!!!) 

Flannery McCoy: What a match this was by both women, came out and proved tonight that they can most certainly go.. but in the end, it was Kendall Von who came out on top unfortunately.. 

(“Dangerous Woman” played through the speakers of the arena as Kendall got to her feet, a huge smirk on her face. As the referee went to raise her hand, she jerked it away from them! She stood basking in the glory of her victory, arms spread wide as she was showered with boos by the fans..) 

Jake Mercer: What a win this was for Kendall Von-

(SMACK!!!)

(Kendall Von exits the ring, heading up the ramp and making her way to the stage.. But as she went to turn around.. SHE WAS MET WITH A TITLE SHOT TO THE FACE FROM THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION!! EFFY MCAVOY!! Kendall just got dropped!!) 

Stew-O: Well we most certainly couldn’t have expected for Effy to let what Kendall did last week, costing her a match! And now Kendall is reaping the benefits of it.. 

(A busted open Kendall Von laid there on the stage, as Effy McAvoy stood over her, a mischievous grin on her face, holding the Interwire Championship into the air as that was the last thing shown, before the show transitioned…)

(A commercial plays for Spiderman: Brand New Day, featuring Chris Elite.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(As the crowd settled in, ‘Queen Leech’ by Grim Salvo began to play, and Rei Oboro soon made her appearance at the top of the ramp, a familiar confidence worn on her face as she walked. She paused at the pinnacle of the ramp, waiting as her music soon faded out, replaced by ‘Razorface’ by Celldweller to a decisive response in the form of boos. Rei turned over her shoulder, watching as David Gideon Smith made his slow, deliberate walk to the ring, moving in stereo as they prepared to join forces.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first…weighing in at a combined weight of 422 lbs…’The Beautiful Ruin’ Rei Oboro and ‘The Sovereign’ David Gideon Smith! 

Stew-O: And first up is a dangerous team, one that crossed paths just last week and seem to be on the same page this week! DGS is looking to carry on his monumental momentum and Rei Oboro will be looking to continue her upward trajectory on Dynasty! 

Flannery McCoy: At their best, it’ll be very difficult for most any team to beat a duo like this! This should be a treat. 

(‘Razorface’ began to fade out as DGS and Rei entered the ring and prepared in their corner, with Rei taking the initiative as the first in the match while David moved to the apron. ‘The End’ by The Doors played soon after, accompanied by a positive reaction as Yanni Killebrew took his spot at the top of the ramp. The intense expression stained his face, already warmed up for the match ahead of him as his music began to fade out, replaced by ‘Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time’ by Panic At The Disco, eliciting a heap of cheers as TFK made his way out, joining Yanni in their march to the ring.)

Stephie Love: And their opponents…weighing in at a combined weight of 385 lbs…’The Filipino Kid’ T-F-K and ‘The Basilisk King’ Yanni Killebrew! 

Stew-O: These two have found themselves embroiled in a four way struggle for the New Breeds Championship, ignited by AKIZA and now leaving Anna Wautier besieged! Of the four, Yanni and TFK seem the most capable of sticking to the same side, but who knows how long that can last? 

Jake Mercer: An opportunity at the New Breeds Championship is something that can warp the morality of most new breeds looking to make a name for themselves in EAW, so it’ll be interesting to see how these two elitists handle the early pressure. 

(The music soon faded out as TFK and Yanni stood side by side in the ring, discussing strategy for a brief moment before deciding on their positions, with Yanni stepping out onto the apron and TFK warming up in the corner.)

(DING! DING! DING! 

Stew-O: And we’re off in this promising tag team match, starting with TFK and Rei Oboro who immediately lock up in the center of the ring, looking for an early advantage! It’ll be a rather methodical approach from both of them, picking and prodding at the defense of the other to find an opening before the other can! 

Flannery McCoy: TFK drops first, looking to go lower and focus on taking out the legs from beneath Rei! Rei accepts the opening up top, trying to secure a side headlock! TFK’s already shifting under her though, just as Rei wraps her arm around his head! Right before Rei can get a proper grip, TFK steps through and picks the ankle, getting a proper hold of her leg and wrenching back for a dragon screw! 

Jake Mercer: Rei hits the brakes as she pivots, slapping the arm of TFK and getting his grip to loosen ever so slightly, giving herself just enough room to plant her foot without sustaining too much damage, and immediately leaped into the air to deliver a double foot stomp to the chest of TFK! 

Stew-O: TFK is quick to roll onto his back, avoiding the stomp as Rei nearly falls forward from the momentum, catching herself and adjusting to leap forward, trying to trap TFK with a side cradle! TFK keeps rolling however, flipping over and into a lateral press!

Flannery McCoy: Quick neck bridge by Rei to keep herself out of too much damage, now flipping herself over vertically to trap TFK with her own lateral press! Back and forth these two go! TFK hooks the arm for added pressure, making for a much tighter pinfall attempt!

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: No trouble at all for Rei Oboro! She pops out immediately, rolling to her feet to meet TFK who sprung right back up from the cover, poised as Rei rushes in and delivers a front kick to the chest, sending Rei flying back a few steps and into her corner! That was some crazy instantaneous power by TFK! 

Stew-O: And that one has Rei shaken up, knocking against the turnbuckle for a brief moment as she looks to regain her bearings. TFK reels back his leg, returning to a poised defensive position in preparation for Rei’s counterattack. It’ll be interesting to see where this moves next-

(TAG!)

Flannery McCoy: Or…not? David Gideon Smith makes his presence known early, tagging himself in and promptly moving to engage with TFK in the center of the ring. Rei stands idly in the corner, watching as DGS takes over. 

Jake Mercer: Interesting call to make. Maybe he thought that she was rattled early and needed a switch, but whatever it is, David is not wasting time! He rushes in with a clothesline, but TFK has it scouted with a quick duck, sending David running past-!

Stew-O: And right into Yanni, knocking him off the apron with that delayed clothesline! Just because he didn’t hit the initial target, doesn’t mean the train has to stop! He spins around, but TFK is already prepared with a chop, stinging the chest of David and staggering him for the moment! 

Flannery McCoy: But here comes Rei with the double axe handle, knocking TFK for a loop as the blow lands flush against the back of the head! TFK drops to a knee as Rei and David begin to work in tandem, appearing to be on the same page after all! TFK hits the ropes after a double Irish whip, running into the waiting arms of DGS and Rei with a double clothesline!

Jake Mercer: Both connect with flat air! TFK ducks under, hits the brakes, spins around and leaps upward with a dropkick to the both, connecting with a boot to the chest of each elitist, knocking them back! Rei falls and rolls under the ropes while David stumbles, catching himself against the top rope! 

Stew-O: And as David looks to rebound, TFK runs right back in and delivers a leaping boot to the side of the jaw, sending him right over the top rope and crashing to the outside, where he is met with a stiff right hand by Yanni Killbrew!

Flannery McCoy: Rei Oboro isn’t giving these two any time to spar, rushing around the corner to begin brawling with Yanni as David reels back, trying to throw a counter of his own! Three of the four elitists in this match are stuck in a brawl as-oh! Look back inside the ring! 

Jake Mercer: IT’S TFK TAKING FLIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES, COLLIDING WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TO EVERYBODY AND LAYING OUT DGS AND REI! YANNI MANAGED TO DUCK OUT OF THE WAY IN TIME, BUT TFK CAME SOARING IN! 

Stew-O: That’s gonna keep this crowd awake for quite a while as TFK grabs a dazed David Gideon Smith and pushes him back into the ring, rolling into the ring just to tag Yanni Killbrew in, who’s already climbing up to the top rope! 

Flannery McCoy: David’s in the perfect position as Yanni takes to the top, standing tall and flies off the ropes with the ‘Leap of Faith’, driving his knees into the body of DGS! He doesn’t give him the opportunity to roll away, hooking the inside leg then and there! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOO!

Jake Mercer: Powerful kick out by David Gideon Smith, but one you can definitely tell hurt to accomplish! He’s keeping one hand on his torso, rolling to the middle of the ring as Yanni moves to his knees, thinking of what to do next to keep momentum on his team’s side! 

Stew-O: Yanni doesn’t hesitate for long, reaching down with both hands to grab David back to his feet by his restrained wrist before twisting him around, maybe thinking of that ripcord elbow, the ‘Ghost Note-!’

Flannery McCoy: But David’s got it scouted, ducking under while reversing the wrist lock, now spinning Yanni around to pull him into a standing belly to belly! Yanni flies over and onto his back as David moves to his corner!

(TAG!)

Jake Mercer: And right on time as Rei Oboro returns to the apron, the fresher of the two as she takes his spot in the match! She wastes no time running over to take advantage of a wounded Yanni, stunning him with a back elbow that could easily knock out a tooth! 

Stew-O: Yanni doubles over as Rei moves behind him, pulling his head and neck back to secure an inverted facelock, now lifting him up and looking for Voidstar! That reverse Brainbuster is coming right up! 

Flannery McCoy: But a knee drops down and catches Rei on the top of her head, forcing her to drop him immediately to nurse the fresh blow against her skull! As she stumbles, Yanni takes advantage and shoves her right into the corner, bouncing her off the turnbuckle! 

Jake Mercer: And lines up perfectly for Yanni! He maintains wrist control for a moment, ripcording her around and dropping her with that Ghost Note once and for all! Rei falls to her knees as Yanni prepares to end this one! He looks to his corner, seeing TFK calling for the tag! 

Stew-O: Yanni obliges, tagging him in and throwing Rei into his clutches! TFK lifts her up, and we all know where this is going, he’s looking for Malakas! The detonation kick! But wait, as Yanni moves to keep David out of the equation, the Sovereign has already made his move, delivering a wicked spinning chop to the neck of Yanni! Ergo Sum! 

Flannery McCoy: TFK drops Rei, rushing over to keep his teammate out of harm’s way but, as he does, David returns to the apron, leaning out of the way of a forearm and counting with one of his own, stunning TFK as he stumbles back towards Rei-!!

Jake Mercer: ‘A PALE HORIZON!’ Rei Oboro lifted him right onto her shoulders and planted him with it, wasting no time to stack him up! 

Stew-O: Yanni tries to make a desperate dash towards the pin to break it up, but David is there to knock him back down with a stiff shoulder, sending him under the ropes and out of the ring! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

…

(DING! DING! DING!)

(Boos began to emanate from the crowd as ‘Queen Leech’ by Grim Salvo quickly overtook the ringing bell! Rei stood up from the pin with a grin on her face, standing over TFK and David moved to join her in the center of the ring, having their hands raised as the victors.)

Flannery McCoy: It only takes one mistake for the match to swing in the other direction, and TFK and Yanni learned that in an instant as David and Rei took advantage and cleaned this match up decisively! 

Jake Mercer: It was back and forth from the bell and either team could’ve left with a win, but today belongs to David Gideon Smith and Rei Oboro! TFK and Yanni Killbrew will definitely be angry about this one.

(As the winning team began to make their leave, TFK began to pick himself off the mat. Yanni soon joined him in the ring, making his way over to his wounded teammate to help him up-)

Stew-O: OH?! YANNI DROPS AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF TFK’S HEAD! AND NOW HE’S MOUNTING HIM WITH CLUBBING BLOWS! HE’S GOING BALLISTIC ON TFK WHO IS STILL RECOVERING FROM A PALE HORIZON! 

(The boos only grow as a defenseless TFK is picked apart by Yanni, now picking him up off the ground and letting out a yell before leveling him with ‘Eurydice’s Shadow!’ The assault continues until a familiar sound hits the speakers in the arena.)

Flannery McCoy: HERE COMES THE NEW BREED CHAMPION! ANNA WAUTIER IS OUT HERE! 

(‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ was the cue for the crowd to provide a positive reaction as Anna soon made her way out, looking to make the save for TFK as Yanni turns his attention to the ramp, waiting to fight her off until, suddenly, the crowd gasped as a figure emerged alongside Anna and intercepted her!)

Jake Mercer: SWORD CUTLASS! THE SPINNING BACK ELBOW CUTS ANNA DOWN AND WHO ELSE BUT AKIZA IS THE CULPRIT! THAT’S THE RECEIPT FOR ANNA’S PRESENCE IN HER MATCH WITH KASAI EARLIER! 

Stew-O: This four-way struggle for the New Breed Championship is continuing to heat up as AKIZA and Yanni make more decisive moves against TFK and Anna! 

Flannery McCoy: One thing is for sure and that it’s gonna be one unpredictable battle these four are in for and their violent collision course is gonna keep heating up! 

(The boos returned as both AKIZA and Yanni Killbrew stood tall over their chosen adversaries, bringing this match to an end as Dynasty faded elsewhere.)

(Backstage, Delaney Rhodes is seen walking back and forth on the phone. Frustration knits her face in a tight expression as she exhales and runs her hand through her hair.)

Delaney Rhodes: … yeah. Yeah. I know. 

(…)

Delaney Rhodes: No, I’m not letting her get to me, but I’m not going to tolerate disrespect, either. That’s why everything spiraled last week. I won’t allow for someone to treat me as if I am beneath them. I have never stood for that.

(…)

Delaney Rhodes: Oh! Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say *that* about her, but yeah. Maybe she realizes there’s stiffer comp now and she’s inse–

(Delaney drops her phone upon her arm accidentally hitting someone.)

Delaney Rhodes: Ow! Sorry, wasn’t paying–

???: —attention?

(That’s when she freezes. Then, her eyes narrow.)

Delaney Rhodes: … oh. Fancy seeing you here, Kassidy.

(Kassidy comes into frame, eyeing her down with a mean snarl.)

Kassidy Heart: Don’t sound like that, especially when you’re quite content with openly bad-mouthing me without even being woman enough to say the things you’re thinking to me directly.

(She steps forward, and cracks her heel down onto the phone, shattering it. Delaney’s eyes widen, anger quickly swarming through her blood.)

Delaney Rhodes: Are you INSANE!?

Kassidy Heart: Hm. Some people would say so, but being insane hasn’t stopped me from becoming the literal greatest. Besides, the rookie contract should be sufficient enough to get you a new phone. Apparently, Metro has some cuter stuff now—but I wouldn’t know. I can no longer relate to that sort of thing.

(She steps closer, and Delaney immediately has her guard up.)

Kassidy Heart: For you, though? That is absolutely within your bracket. At least you’ll be able to stay within that one, because as it stands right now, you have been trying to reach a certain level that you are ill-equipped to truly handle, and it disgusts me. People like you should never think to talk up to someone like me, and it’s irritating that because I was injured, it seems like the entire world forgets what I am capable of. Or, maybe idiots like you see the new names and want to emulate them that you’re forgetting about the trailblazers who truly started it all so that your pathetic fucking feet can walk through that door and come here.

Delaney Rhodes: Tch. You really are a trip, Kassidy. In fact, what is with you and this mentality that you have? I have never denied your influence, but what I do have a problem with is your attitude. At the end of the day, you were unnecessarily rude to me first, and I have made it clear I don’t care about your standing. I have enough self-respect for myself not to let anyone push me around.

Kassidy Heart: Really? Wow. Maybe if this company decides to do an anti-bullying campaign you can be the spokeswoman for it. :mjlol:

Delaney Rhodes: And there you go. You’re not taking me seriously whatsoever.

Kassidy Heart: Why would I? Again—I’m a hall of famer. This promotion is essentially MINE. YOU are nothing more than a guest within it, and after this is all said and done? You won’t be here anymore.

Delaney Rhodes: So, what? You want to run me out of this place?

Kassidy Heart: Running out would imply you even had a place here to begin with, but yes, Delaney: that would be the ideal outcome. Then again, people like you hardly stay within my radar for long, but lessons are going to have to be taught. I can’t have freeroaming idiots who can’t even look where they’re going to see the real threat that stands in their way and believe they stand a chance. You’re just going to end up like everyone else who thought they could become bigger than they actually are—and as for this self-respect thing? You don’t have any of that in your body. If you did, then you would know how stupid you are for all of this.

Delaney Rhodes: Then I’m afraid that’s where we’re gonna have to differ in viewpoint. All these attempts to intimidate me and frazzle me haven’t been working, Kassidy. That’s why I came out and made it known you were never going to punk me out.

Kassidy Heart: Hm, no. What you did was show to me that I’m going to have to be a lot more stern. 

(Kassidy sneers.)

Kassidy Heart: And at Reckless Wiring, the Mauler won’t be holding a single damn thing back.

(Delaney narrows her eyes.)

Delaney Rhodes: So you want a match with me?

Kassidy Heart: Oh, please. As if this wasn’t going to lead into that. After everything, there was no way in Hell I was going to allow you to walk away from me scot free. Consequences need to be had, like I’ve been saying, and you’re due to face yours.

(Delaney glares. She’s just about ready to swing when Kassidy takes one more step—but she walks past her instead.)

Kassidy Heart: Count your days, Delaney. You won’t be lasting for much longer once this is all said and done.

(Heart leaves, and Delaney slowly shakes her head. When her gaze falls on the broken phone, she sighs.)

Delaney Rhodes: Wow. If this is how she is, then are the others…?

(She shakes her head and crouches down, collecting the damaged device.)

Delaney Rhodes: Whatever. I’m not going to let her get away with any of this. If I don’t stand up to her, then no one else will. Enough is enough.

(And the final shot shows Delaney holding the phone before the scene ends.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the crowd is immediately met with the sounds of ‘New Devil’ by Asking Alexandria which begins to play up. The crowd cheers loudly as the camera goes over to the stage to reveal Daryl Kinkade as he makes his way out. He’s still bearing the wounds from last week, his head having been wrapped with some small scratches here and there. Needless to say, he’s pissed as he makes his way down the ramp.) 

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… DARYL KINNKADEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Daryl Kinkade is making his way out here, and after what happened last week I don’t think he has anything pleasant to say. After his match against Cy Henderson, Chris Elite would attack him from behind and leave him bloody, making one hell of a statement as a result.

Flannery McCoy: And I think it’s easy to see that things have reached a boiling point between those two, and I can only imagine how things are going to transpire. But right now, Daryl is making his way out to the ring to give his thoughts.

Jake Mercer: And this is certainly not going to be anything close to pleasant! That formality has been thrown out the window! Now, we’re throwing straight HANDS! 

(Daryl makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He makes his way over and snatches a microphone from the ringside area while ‘New Devil’ comes to a close. As he heads toward the center, he wastes no time beginning to speak.) 

Daryl Kinkade: I’m not going to waste any time! You saw what happened last week, and I’ve got the scars to prove it. If Chris Elite wants to start a fight that he can’t win, if Chris Elite wants to make this personal, then he can do that… but he’s going to learn quickly that he’s made the biggest mistake of his pathetic career messing with me. 

(Daryl turns his attention away from the crowd, pointing directly toward the stage.)

Daryl Kinkade: If you want to start something, bruv, then get your ass out to this ring, and we can settle this face-to-face like men! 

(The crowd cheers loudly at this as Daryl lowers his microphone, pacing around with a determined expression on his face. After some time, ‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again begins to play up, as a mixed reaction of cheers and boos is heard. The camera then goes over to reveal Chris Elite as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. Following closely behind him is Sterling Luxe, as the EAW Hall of Famer has a calm expression on his face, glancing around before he begins to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.) 

Stew-O: Here comes Chris Elite, and he doesn’t seem to regret any of what he did last week. In fact, it seems like he’s proud of it.

Jake Mercer: And he deserves the right to be! Chris doesn’t need to explain himself to anyone; he’s worn on his sleeve the type of person that he would be heading into the new season. Daryl should’ve expected that. 

Flannery McCoy: Well, regardless, Daryl isn’t happy, and this has caused one huge conflict between them, escalated from their prior issues before this! It’ll be interesting to see what comes of all of this. 

(Chris makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters the ring. Both he and Sterling make their way over and take microphones from the ringside area while ‘In Control’ begins to come to a close. As they head toward the center of the ring, Sterling confronts Daryl as he begins to speak.) 

Sterling Luxe: Let me just say before we get into anything else… the AUDACITY of some people, B. More importantly, the AUDACITY to allow someone like Daryl Kinkade to come out here and spread lies on your good name- who does he think he is? He may be new to Dynasty, but let me tell you, coming from the ideals of a man who’s been around this place before, this ain’t nothing like Showdown. You ain’t coming out here to get your dick sucked for being a trash ass bitch, nah, if you a trash ass bitch then you a TRASH ASS BITCH! You should be thankful that what happened last week was ALL that happened, because he could’ve made sure you didn’t even make it to Reckless Wiring in the first place. Now is that what you want?

Daryl Kinkade: If you think that any of what you say is meant to intimidate me, then you’ve got it twisted. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am BETTER than Chris Elite. And if he has something to say about that, then he can stop hiding behind his manager and speak for himself. C’mon! 

(Sterling is about to speak, but before he does, Chris stops him. He makes a “calm down” gesture before he raises his own microphone.)

Chris Elite: I don’t know why you’re surprised about this, Daryl, or even expecting any sort of answers in the first place. Beloved, do you know what company you’re in? This is a dog-eat-dog world, and for a minute people thought that I lost that dog and fell straight on my ass, but I’m here to make sure that there are no misconceptions surrounding my name. I was never going to shake hands with you and tell you a lie about your underwhelming career, but at the same time, don’t get it twisted and tell me that *I’m* the one that made this personal. It’s not anything personal-

Daryl Kinkade: IT’S NOT ANYTHING PERSONAL??? Do you realize how absurd you sound? I was left LYING in a pool of my own blood last week, and you want to tell me that it’s not personal. Why, Chris? Because you’re not being taken seriously? You had to remind everyone why you’re the person that you claim to be? I never once tried to take that away from you, even when you belittled me and dragged my name through the mud; I didn’t rehash the same tired narratives that everyone else had because I thought you were better than that. But you somehow proved me wrong, Chris. 

Chris Elite: If you would let me speak bitch you’d hear me say I’d do that to anyone else, INCLUDING you. I’m not in the business of being liked, Daryl; that’s overrated as fuck. I learned a long time ago that personal feelings need to be put aside as long as it means I win. And maybe that’s not something that’s gotten into your head because you have this old image of Chris Elite still in there, but I hope now there’s no misunderstanding it. 

Daryl Kinkade: None of that ever meant shit to me. I don’t care what people thought about you, it doesn’t change the fact that you did what you did last week. And we can talk about the morality of it and whether or not you were justified, but NONE OF THAT is going to stop me from making sure that you don’t get away with it. I am going to mash you up, bruv!

(Chris and Daryl have a tense staredown, as they look like they’re going to get into it. Sterling gets in the middle, trying to calm Chris down, but it looks like he’s not going to have to mediate it… as a voice is heard through the speakers.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Gentlemen, it appears that things are getting out of hand, so before we get to fighting, I’d like to propose something that would interest both parties. 

(Chris and Daryl stop what they’re doing, turning their attention toward the stage as Tyrone Montgomery makes his way out. The Dynasty General Manager has a microphone in hand as he continues with what he has to say.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Reckless Wiring is going to be a great show, and with that, I want to make sure that there’s something for all the talented Elitists involved. Now, I don’t think there’s any question that you two are going to have to settle your issues at the Marquee Event, but it’s not going to be for nothing. Similar to how I made the match between Michael Machina, BRAE, and Brianna Hill a Number One Contendership match for the World Heavyweight Championship, I’m willing to give you the same benefit. So how does this sound…

(Tyrone pauses for suspense, both Chris and Daryl looking at him with intrigue over what it could be.)

Tyrone Montgomery: At Reckless Wiring, Chris Elite and Daryl Kinkade will face off… with the winner getting a shot at the Interwire Championship!

(The crowd cheers loudly at the confirmation of a high-stakes match, as both men look satisfied inside of the ring.)

Sterling Luxe: About damn time we have a competent General Manager around here who knows what’s best! 

Daryl Kinkade: And I am more than happy to add another title to my belt and make sure that the likes of you don’t have a chance to disrespect my name again. 

Chris Elite: :mjlol: Sure. 

(Chris shakes his head as he makes a gesture to Sterling, the two of them turning around and beginning to make their way out of the ring. Daryl has a dead serious expression on his face as he continues to glare at him, and things seem to end on that note…)

Stew-O: CHRIS SPINS AROUND AND RUSHES BACK AT DARYL, LEAPING INTO THE AIR FOR A STANDING BOX OFFICE SMASH!

Flannery McCoy: BUT DARYL SEES IT COMING! AS HE CATCHES HIM OUT OF THE AIR WITH BOW DOWN TO THE KINK!

Jake Mercer: AND NOW HE HAS A HOLD OF HIM! AND I THINK HE’S TRYING TO LIFT HIM FOR THE STORMBREAKER!

Stew-O: BUT HE DOESN’T GET THE CHANCE TO GO FOR MISERY LOVES COMPANY! STERLING MANAGES TO GRAB A HOLD OF CHRIS AND PULL HIM OUT OF HARMS’ WAY JUST IN TIME!

(The crowd boos loudly as Daryl yells at him to get back into the ring, Sterling trying to calm Chris down after what had happened. Chris, though… is calm. He has a smirk on his face, almost as if he’s impressed that Daryl didn’t fall for the same thing that he did last week. He nods his head in acceptance as he backpedals up the ramp.)

Flannery McCoy: And I think this goes without saying, but if Chris Elite is not careful, this could be what we see at Reckless Wiring!

Jake Mercer: Yeah, and Daryl Kinkade is going to have a straight shot toward the Interwire Championship! But that remains to be seen.

(‘New Devil’ begins to play up once again as Daryl climbs up to the top rope, hyping up the crowd as he points directly to Chris, trash talking him while relishing the moment. The last shot seen is Chris continuing to watch him as he stands on the stage, knowing what he has to do, as Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)

(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 former Interwire Champion, 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: The former Interwire Champion has always been one to accept any challenge that should come his way, BRAE’s looking to have a great encounter with his opponent tonight, and that much is to garner all the more momentum. 

Flannery McCoy: BRAE will march into the main event yet again against a competitor that can be tested for what she brings to the table, to ensure it’s not gonna be anything for BRAE to even think about underestimating tonight! 

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

Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 114 pounds… 2026 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER, HARPERRRRRRR LEE!!!! 

Stew-O: Harper Lee is looking to mount her own momentum considerably going into Reckless Wiring, as she was able to put up a sizable start in her own right by securing the very briefcase that remains in her possession as she will be privy of that much to hold onto. 

Jake Mercer: And she will have to take it up against all of the fury that resides within going against one of the most intense competitors in EAW today, which she has proven herself capable of going up against in her own right. This main event will be a testament to that! 

(DING! DING! DING!) 

Stew-O: And we’re off! BRAE faces off with Harper Lee right here in the main event of Dynasty! These two elitists are still looking to find themselves in the most prosperous positioning that they can possibly muster as we head toward Reckless Wiring. Both elitists have a great deal to accomplish through their efforts as the season begins, and with this season soon coming to a close, momentum is more crucial than ever in a match of this facet where main event victories can certainly place them on the path that’s necessary for both of them! 

Flannery McCoy: As BRAE & Harper begin to motion around the ring, looking to make as much good as possible out of this opportunity they have been given on the main event stage while they absolutely can! They begin to move themselves forward—as BRAE looks for a forearm—BUT HARPER DUCKS & SENDS A KNEE LIFT SPRAWLING ACROSS BRAE!! BRAE is being kept at bay as Harper is now sending an elbow smash sprawling across the chest of BRAE! And ANOTHER elbow is being placed that’s keeping BRAE from mustering up any of the offense that he usually likes to place! 

Jake Mercer: With Harper mounting as much of this offense in her own right as possible right now, BRAE is being backed into the corner, and he sees himself in a rather vicarious spot right now as she’s sending A STEP-UP ENZIGURI to knock BRAE back! And now she’s mounting up all of the strikes, sending repeated forearms across her temple as she’s refusing to let up while maintaining all of this control that she can! The referee is counting down as this can result in a swift disqualification loss if Harper isn’t careful enough in halting all of the pressure that has been thrown her way! 

Stew-O: As Harper has no choice but to back herself away from the corner as the referee could have ended this match rather early! She does not want that to occur as she’s able to back away, ignoring any of the words that the referee could be throwing her way as she’s now looking ahead & toward the former Interwire Champion! Harper is looking to make the rush back toward BRAE as she proceeds to RUSH TOWARD HIM FOR A RUNNING DROPKICK—

Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE SIDESTEPS & SENDS AN OVERHEAD CHOP DIRECTLY OVER HER CHEST!!! Harper is feeling all of that chop as she’s mustering up all of the energy to bring herself back up, refusing to stay down for long as she was just maintaining that control she had—AS BRAE SENDS ANOTHER CHOP SPRAWLING ACROSS HER CHEST! Harper is being placed through the pressure now as BRAE doesn’t let up for a single second now.. SENDING A THIRD CHOP AS HARPER IS SENT REELING INTO THE CORNER WITHOUT AVAIL! THIS IS NOT GOOD! 

Jake Mercer: AS BRAE BRINGS HIMSELF TO THE CORNER & SENDS REPEATED CHOPS TOWARD HARPER!! MACHINE GUN CHOPS ARE SOUNDING OFF AS HARPER IS UNABLE TO FIND THE GROUND THAT SHE’S LOOKING FOR! Lee is struggling considerably here as BRAE is now ensuring that every single chop is firing off in succession! The referee is counting down, but BRAE is refusing to let up as Harper even drops to a seated position against the corner—AND BRAE IS STILL CHOPPING AWAY!! THIS IS NOT GOING WELL FOR HIS OPPONENT AT ALL HERE! 

Stew-O: As BRAE finally backs himself up from the corner after the referee comes dangerously close to the five count! BRAE puts his hands up as the referee is speaking a great deal toward him, but he doesn’t pay much mind to him as well as he looks ahead to Harper who is still situated in the corner.. AND HE LOOKS TO APPLY FURTHER PRESSURE BY RUSHING FORWARD WITH A FIERCE BOOT INTO THE CORNER! 

Flannery McCoy: BUT HARPER ROLLS HERSELF OVER & ONTO THE APRON TO AVOID THE BOOT IN THE CORNER! BRAE is unable to land the boot, but he is able to stop himself at the corner with his hands grasping onto the ropes! Harper is now trying to pull herself back up here, looking to keep herself in this match for as much ample time as she can possibly muster while BRAE is still on the prowl.. as he’s got a handful of her hair!! Harper is yelling out as BRAE is dragging Harper upward, looking to rush her over toward the RINGPOST— 

Jake Mercer: BUT HARPER STOPS HERSELF WITH A FOOT AGAINST THE POST—AND SENDS ANOTHER ENZIGURI SPRAWLING ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF BRAE!! Harper with her swift reflexes as she’s able to send BRAE back, with the former Interwire Champion now teetering in place as he’s got a hand on his own head, with Lee reaffirming her own stance here before leaping upward & onto the top rope as she’s NOW LAUNCHING TOWARD BRAE— 

Stew-O: AS THE MISSILE DROPKICK CONNECTS!!! BRAE IS TAKEN DOWN BY THE MISSILE DROPKICK WHICH CAUSES HIM TO ROLL BACKWARD & ONTO HIS KNEES! BRAE is unable to bring himself back up as he’s remaining in place, vulnerable in this state while Harper is able to kip herself back up while looking ahead to BRAE! She motions herself back over to her opponent with the same swiftness—AS A SHINING WIZARD ACROSS THE JAW OF BRAE LANDS!! Harper rushes herself over to make the pin!! Here’s the cover!! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOO— 

Flannery McCoy: NOPE! BRAE WITH THE SHOULDER UP!! BRAE is able to shove Harper off and slowly sit himself upward, but Harper is returning back to her own feet just as quickly as she’s now following BRAE while quicker to her stance.. TO SEND A  FOREARM ACROSS HIS JAW!! BRAE is being suppressed to the fullest as Harper refuses to slow down for as much room as she has to maintain all of this control! Harper doesn’t stop from there as ANOTHER FOREARM SMASH ACROSS HIS JAW FOLLOWS SUIT! Not enough to put BRAE down, but Harper now backs herself away as she’s reeling her leg back & aiming for AN IMMENSE KICK ACROSS HIS TEMPLE—

Stew-O: BUT BRAE STOOD UP & CAUGHT HER LEG AT THE NICK OF TIME—BEFORE NAILING HIS PALM RIGHT OVER THE CHEST OF HARPER WITH A SICKENING STRIKE!! Lee felt every single bit of that palm strike as she is refusing to be put down in her own right, shaking her own head vigorously as she’s keeping to a stance for as much as she possibly can.. ‘TILL BRAE SENDS A VICIOUS ELBOW ACROSS HER TEMPLE TO KNOCKS HARPER CONSIDERABLY! She’s sent sprawling into the ropes before teetering forward & BRAE—

Flannery McCoy: AS BRAE WASTES NO TIME HOISTING HARPER LEE UPWARD & SENDING HER DOWNWARD WITH A URANAGE!!! Harper is down on the mat as BRAE doesn’t waste any time from here, dropping down to the mat & hooking the leg as the cover has been made! The referee rushes himself over to make the count! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOO— 

Flannery McCoy: NO! HARPER KICKS OUT!! BRAE nods to himself as Harper is now crawling, trying to bring herself up to a proper spot in this match as BRAE has been able to mount all of the offense from here! Control is in his arsenal here as now Lee is looking to clutch onto the ropes, dragging herself upward yet this is not the best position to be with her back turned—AS BRAE SENDS A SUDDEN FOREARM OVER HER UPPER BACK!! AND ANOTHER CLOBBERING BLOW OVER HER BACK AS WELL!! Harper is being placed through the struggle as she’s refusing to stay down, but BRAE is here to ensure that she can’t come back from the heat! 

Jake Mercer: AS BRAE IS LOOKING TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND HER & LAUNCH HER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX—BUT HARPER IS HOLDING ONTO THE ROPES!! Harper is refusing to let go as she’s not looking to be sent for the ringer there as BRAE is trying to make this maneuver go through! BUT BRAE WITH ANOTHER CLOBBERING STRIKE OVER Harper’S UPPER BACK AS SHE HAS TO LET GO! Lee can’t hold out for too long as BRAE now has all of the room here to GERMAN SUPLEX HARPER ACROSS THE RING!! 

Stew-O: As Harper is sent rolling away and onto the apron!!! BRAE can’t take advantage as quickly as he may have liked to as Harper is able to roll herself from the mat and onto the apron, but BRAE is not looking to slow himself down to a pace that does not suit him! He’s now taking himself over to Harper, dragging her upward as she’s looking to stand herself up yet BRAE’s got her hoisted in position while trying all that he can to maintain control! AS HE’S STOOD OVER THE MIDDLE ROPE.. AND LOOKING TO SUPLEX HARPER FROM THE APRON & BACK INTO THE RING! 

Flannery McCoy: BUT HARPER DESPERATELY APPLIES THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE AS BRAE IS UNABLE TO CONNECT!! Harper is refusing to let go as this may not be a maneuver in her wheelhouse, yet she’s willing to venture into submissions of this intent as the referee is now counting down as this is an illegal submission being done on the ropes! But Harper is doing everything in her power to pull BRAE over those ropes & back onto the apron that she was just caught within in order to keep him at bay! 

Jake Mercer: As BRAE is sent onto the apron alongside Harper with the two now positioned accordingly! Just before the referee can hit the five count as this match does continue on! This is panning out as well as it can for both elitists tonight as they have been able to throw everything at one another with their vicious offense, but it appears this is about to amplify itself to a much further degree as now Harper is looking to SEND A SWIFT FOREARM ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF BRAE! 

Stew-O: AS BRAE IS ROCKED BY THAT FOREARM! He’s reeling back but clutching onto the rope with a hand to keep himself from falling down off of the apron as he redirects all of his focus back onto Harper—TO SEND A SWIFT FOREARM OF HIS OWN ACROSS HER TEMPLE!! Harper is knocked back considerably as she’s shaking her own head, clutching onto the rope as she’s doing everything that she can to maintain her own ground as well! 

Flannery McCoy: AS SHE SENDS ANOTHER KNEE ACROSS HIS JAW ONCE MORE WITH FORCE! BRAE is wincing in pain as his jaw has taken all of the punishment he has been placed through from here, shaking his own head as he’s clutching onto the rope and refusing to be put down with all of the energy that he’s still got left in the tank! BRAE grits his teeth as he’s now looking directly at Harper without much in the way—

Jake Mercer: AS HE SENDS A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS HER CHEST THAT IS ENOUGH TO HAVE Harper FEELING ALL OF THE PAIN AS WELL!! She leans back, unable to retort as the chop has caused her to keep back & try to recover while BRAE has his own sights set on making some good out of this opportunity that he’s got from here! Harper’s shaking her own as BRAE IS NOW RUSHING FORWARD & LOOKING FOR TO SPRAWL TOWARD HER—

Stew-O: SHOTGUN DROPKICK SUDDENLY HALTS BRAE RIGHT WHERE HE STANDS!! Harper is able to retort with a very sudden dropkick that causes BRAE to reel back & remain in this immense daze! BRAE is staggered as Harper doesn’t waste another moment rushing ahead & NAILING ANOTHER SHOTGUN DROPKICK THAT SENDS BRAE THROUGH THE ROPES & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! BRAE IS TAKEN DOWN FROM THE APRON & TO THE FLOOR!! 

Flannery McCoy: AN IMMENSE MANEUVER FROM Harper! BRAE is deep trouble now as Harper is doing everything that she can to drag BRAE into the ring, with BRAE trying to keep himself from remaining down entirely as he’s got a hand over his own lower back, as Harper is now clutching onto his wrist while refusing to let up from here—AND NAILS ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS’!!!! THE BACKSTABBER CAUSES BRAE TO DROP DOWN AS HARPER HOOKS THE LEG! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

THREEEEE—

Jake Mercer: NO! THE KICK-OUT FROM BRAE IS ENOUGH TO KEEP HIMSELF IN THE MATCH!! Harper is sitting up in a hurry, shaking her own head as she’s clutching back onto BRAE’s wrist while dragging him over to the ropes, leaning him accordingly as she’s got him exactly where she may need him!! Lee proceeds to rush the ropes, before rushing back toward BRAE is she wants to seal this match with ‘LONELY STAR’ TO BRING THE WIN— 

Stew-O: BUT BRAE SIDESTEPS! HARPER STOPS HERSELF AT THE ROPES AS SHE TURNS BACK AROUND—WITH BRAE CLOTHESLINING HARPER OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Harper manages to hold on yet she’s unable to recover as quickly as she wants to, dragging herself upward while in this struggle to bring herself back up, but BRAE has recovered more than enough as he’s pulled Harper into position while she’s on the apron! 

Flannery McCoy: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! ‘TEN BEATS OF BRAE’!!! THAT’S ENOUGH!! The Cash In the Vault holder is dazed as BRAE now pulls Harper away from the apron & back into the ring, hooking her arms as she’s now caught in being hoisted upward by the former Interwire Champion—AS SHE’S BROUGHT DOWN WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!! The cover is made as BRAE looks to pick up the win!! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

THREEEEE—

Jake Mercer: NO!!! HARPER KICKS OUT!!! She’s shaking her head vigorously as she is refusing to go down to BRAE! BRAE is now bringing himself back up, and he’s set on putting an end to this match once & for all as he backs into the corner! Harper is staggering herself upward as she’s now trying to remain on her feet, doing everything in her power to keep to this match as BRAE has her lined up from here! BRAE looks toward Harper Lee and RUSHES FORWARD WITH ‘MORRIGAN’— 

Stew-O: HARPER SENDS A SINGLE LEG DROPKICK SPRAWLING ACROSS BRAE’S TEMPLE TO KEEP HIM FROM SENDING ANY MEASURE OF OFFENSE!! BRAE IS DOWN TO KNEE!! Harper is keeping herself on the move as she’s looking to send a swift end to this match once more, rushing beyond the ropes & back to BRAE WITH ANOTHER ATTEMPT FOR ‘LONELY STAR’—

Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE RUSHES PAST HARPER & TURNS HIMSELF BACK AROUND WHILE SHE’S ALSO LOOKING TO GARNER FOCUS TOWARD HIM—AS BRAE IS LOOKING FOR ‘MORRIGAN’ AGAIN!!! 

Jake Mercer: BUT HARPER DUCKS UNDER & PULLS BRAE ONTO THE MAT—AS SHE’S NOW FLIPPING OVER FOR THE O’CONNER ROLL PIN!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: BUT BRAE EXERTS UPWARD & PUSHES HIS BODYWEIGHT OVER HARPER TO MAINTAIN A PIN ATTEMPT OF HIS OWN!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Flannery McCoy: HARPER LIFTS THE SHOULDER UP AND RETREATS TO THE ROPES—AND KASAI BLASTS HER WITH A SKULL KICK FROM RINGSIDE!!! REFEREE DIDN’T SEE!!! HARPER IS LAID BACK ON THE CANVAS AS KASAI DUCKS & BRAE RUSHES IN—

Jake Mercer: TO NAIL ‘RED DEATH’!!! H-BOMB IS ENOUGH AS HARPER HAS BEEN RATTLED!! BRAE WITH THE COVER!!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! 

(DING! DING! DING!) 

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. BRAEEEEE!!! 

Flannery McCoy: Quite the win for BRAE tonight despite the interference from KASAI! As he’s able to mount up considerable momentum toward Reckless Wiring—

Flannery McCoy: AS MICHAEL MACHINA IMMEDIATELY YANKS BRAE AWAY FROM THE RING AND ONTO RINGSIDE!!! THE LEFTS & RIGHTS ARE BEING EXCHANGED—AS KASAI IS NOW BEING CAUGHT UP IN THE MIX!!!! 

Jake Mercer: AND BRIANNA HILL LEAPS INTO THE CHAOS!!!! AN ALL OUT BRAWL IS GOING HAYWIRE AS SECURITY IS NOW SPRAWLING OUT INTO THE MAYHEM TO SEPARATE THE RABID ELITISTS! THIS IS GROWING OUT OF CONTROL, WE MAY NEED TO GET MORE OUT OF HERE—

Stew-O: AS HARPER SNEAKS INTO THE FIRE—FOR A ‘LONELY STAR’ TO KASAI!!!! HARPER IMMEDIATELY SCURRIES OFF FROM THE CHAOS AFTER BLASTING KASAI!!! Harper gets her own measure of revenge tonight following the loss, as this is a chaotic end to Dynasty!!! 

(Harper immediately clutches onto her briefcase after nailing KASAI, who holds onto her own jaw with a grimace while Harper is glaring forward from the ramp at the chaos spiraling between BRAE, Michael & Brianna as security works to separate the three, with the scene soon closing out.) 

(EAW logo buzzes.) 

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a brief recap of last week’s show, the shot transitions to a live look of the sold-out arena. Pyro goes off, then the shot switches over to the commentary team who are on standby, excited as can be.)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another edition of Friday Night Dynasty! I am Stew-O, and as always I am joined by none other than Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!

(Friday Night Dynasty then transitions over, as the sounds of ‘Equus’ by Ne Obliviscaris are heard playing through the speakers of the arena. The crowd erupts into cheers as pyro erupts on the stage, revealing none other than King Sulyvahn IV as he makes his way out. He has a smile on his face, hyping up everyone in the arena, before he then begins to make his march down the ramp and toward the ring.)


Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… KING SULYYYVAHNNNNN IVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Stew-O: Last week we beared witness to a bombshell of a reveal, as it was King Sulyvahn IV who confronted Drake King inside of the ring to kick off the show and challenged him to a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity. 


Flannery McCoy: And that was the last thing that Drake King expected to come about; needless to say, it is something that he, along with everyone else here, has no idea what is in store! We know about the legacy of the Sulyvahn lineage in professional wrestling, but when it comes to the fourth specifically, there’s no telling. We may very well see a new World Heavyweight Champion at Reckless Wiring!


Jake Mercer: He’s wearing a salmon-colored suit right now! That’s swag! That’s aura! I can’t lie, I felt it from the moment he entered the building; this is a man that means business. 


(Sulyvahn makes his way up the steps as he climbs up to the top rope, spreading his arms out as even more pyro is seen erupting out. As he jumps down, he makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area, all while ‘Equus’ begins to come to a close. As he heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a moment before beginning to speak.)


King Sulyvahn IV: So! What do you all wish to inquire about?


(The crowd cheers loudly as Sulyvahn nods his head, smiling as he continues.)


King Sulyvahn IV: Personally, I know what I wish to inquire about, and that is Reckless Wiring. The very first Dynasty-exclusive Marquee Event of the season, an event that is not one that you are going to want to miss. The field has been shaken up! Season 20 has proven that change is inevitable. And it seems, in a way, I’ve become the face of such change here on Dynasty. I mean, why wouldn’t I? My first appearance in this company was confronting the World Heavyweight Champion, staking my claim for the title, and making a match official immediately! There are not a lot of people out there who can say that they’ve done the same thing… but that doesn’t make me any different from the likes of yourself. 


(Sulyvahn glances around, a contemplative look while he does.)


King Sulyvahn IV: I have watched, just like all of you, and seen what Drake King has done to that title in the short time that he has held it, and needless to say, I am filled to the brim with nothing but disgust. The World Heavyweight Championship represents the PINNACLE of professional wrestling; it is the very precipice of the business, and what everyone in this company fights for. But it is clear to me, as ironic of a statement as this is, that it has fallen into *Hell* in the hands of Drake King. That he has done nothing but sully the great name of this title for as much as he humanly can, and while so many people have called for an end to this tyranny, only one man has stepped up, and that person is me. So I am looking to nip this in the bud in a hurry; trust me when I say that. 


(Sulyvahn begins to pace around, looking down at the ground.)


King Sulyvahn IV: I know words don’t hold as much value as actions do in this business, but all I can ask of you is to trust me when I say this: When all the cards are down, when the deck is stacked against me, and when my back is against the wall, that is where I thrive. I told Drake King that the biggest enemy that he has to worry about is the one that he does not know, and while I am sure that he will get an introduction tonight when I face Michael Machina in the main event, I know without a shadow of a doubt that he will still have no idea the ace that I have up my sleeve given the right opportunity. 


(Sulyvahn smirks, as the crowd continues to show their support.)


King Sulyvahn IV: With that being said, Drake King, I don’t know if you wish to make your presence felt in this moment, but I damn sure hope that you are listening. All your questions will be answered come Reckless Wiring, and when the smoke clears, only one of us is going to be standing tall, and trust that I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that it is me as your NEW World Heavyweight Champion-


(Sulyvahn is interrupted as the sounds of ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begin to play up. The crowd immediately begins to erupt into thunderous boos as the camera goes over to the stage, revealing Drake King as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, glaring at the ring with visible unhappiness, as he begins to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)


Stew-O: Here comes the Champion, and needless to say, he is very frustrated by someone who has only been here for two weeks coming in and challenging him for the World Title. It’s not something that he takes very kindly to. 


Flannery McCoy: But he expected this much heading into it, that there were going to be people who did everything in their power to try and take him out. It’s something that he’s prepared himself for. Regardless of the competition and regardless of what they have in store, he knows that the climb starts now, and it just so happens to start with the man inside of that ring. 


Jake Mercer: I’m thinking of joining his church. Do you think that I’m going to get scammed?


Stew-O: Yes. 


(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area as ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to come to a close. He turns around and approaches Sulyvahn, taking a moment before exhaling as he speaks.)


Drake King: I will truly never understand the inner machinations of this business. 


(The crowd boos loudly as Drake shakes his head, continuing to look at Sulyvahn.)


Drake King: How we will be so quick to roll the red carpet out for someone who just got here, under the guise of their legacy and pedigree, while at the same time… allowing for everyone else around them, more specifically, the ones who have been here and continued to break their back for this business, to burn. This is what we are doing right now, and you know what the most frustrating thing about all of this is? It’s the fact that there are some people out there who think in their right mind that you are going to be the one who ends this before it even starts. They think that you are going to be the one to beat me for the World Heavyweight Championship. Well, they are WRONG. 


(Sulyvahn has a serious expression on his face as he continues to listen intently to what Drake King has to say.)


Drake King: They have no idea what they believe because they do not have the capabilities to think for themselves. I gave them a chance to open their eyes and join my ranks, and look at the culture that you have cultivated on this brand in the short time that you have been here. You should be disappointed in yourself, Sulyvahn. I do not imagine that you fully understand it yet; perhaps your twisted perception stems from your lineage and their dated way of thinking, but if I have to beat it into you to make sure that you are never going to pull a stunt like this again, then it is something that I am more than ready to do. 


King Sulyvahn IV: Firstly, you will take my family’s name out of your mouth. I have understood from the very beginning that there is no low that you will stoop to prove your point, and I am not going to entertain any of it if that means that you are going to try and run my name through the mud, something that you know is fruitless because I am the LAST person that you want to try and do that with. If this is the game that you want to play, Drake, so be it, but I’m not just going to allow you to make me your punching bag for your own selfish needs. I am not going to give you a MOMENT to breathe… 


Drake King: Is that what you truly believe? Is that the ship that you want to go down with, Sulyvahn? Fine. But I truly do not think that you understand any of what you’re getting yourself into, and it’s not wrong for me to assume that you are way out of your depth. This is a whole other animal compared to wherever you came from, and you’re going to realize real quick that this company does not reward people who come in here and think that they can just take what they want. Tyrone Montgomery and his corrupt management may have opened the door for you to take this opportunity, but I’M going to be the one to end it. 


King Sulyvahn IV: My time does not DESERVE to be wasted by someone who deems me to be lower than what I truly am by his own absurd standards, so I beg of you, Drake… look at this at face value. Not for my sake, but for *yours.* There is a reason this company didn’t slam the door shut on me when I went out here and challenged you for the World Heavyweight Championship; there is a reason why I am still out here, proclaiming that this title is my BIRTHRIGHT. Why…?


(Sulyvahn approaches Drake, who is scowling at him.)


King Sulyvahn IV: Because for as good a Champion as you are, Dynasty and EAW both know… that there is nobody out there that would represent this company better than *me.*


(The crowd oohs as Drake’s expression sinks, a look of frustration continuing to wash over him, more prolific than before.)


King Sulyvahn IV: So in my eyes, Drake… *We’re done here.*


(Sulyvahn drops his microphone down to the ground as he turns around, beginning to make his way out of the ring. But as Drake continues to glare at him…)


Stew-O: AND DRAKE COMES FROM BEHIND AND GOES FOR A MICROPHONE SHOT TO THE BACK OF SULYVAHN’S HEAD WHILE HE’S NOT LOOKING!


Flannery McCoy: BUT SULYVAHN DUCKS UNDER THAT! HE GRABS A HOLD OF DRAKE FROM BEHIND AND SETS HIM UP!


Jake Mercer: GOING FOR SATURATE-


Stew-O: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO SHOVE HIM AWAY AND RETREAT OUT OF THE RING! HIS ATTACK FAILED, AND NOW HE HAS TO PAY THE PRICE WITH KING SULYVAHN IV BREATHING DOWN HIS NECK! 


(Drake stumbles backward, clutching his World Heavyweight Championship close to his chest, while Sulyvahn is seen rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt, yelling at him to get in the ring and finish this. But the Champion wants nothing to do with that, as he starts to backpedal up the ramp.)


Flannery McCoy: And could this be a preview of what we see at Reckless Wiring in a couple of weeks time?


Jake Mercer: Don’t even joke, lad. If Sulyvahn wins the World Heavyweight Championship on his very first Marquee Event, then the roof on the building would quite literally explode! But at the same time, he’s facing Drake King! All I know for sure… 


Stew-O: This will be a battle. 


Jake Mercer: Yep. 


(‘Equus’ begins to blast through the speakers once more as Sulyvahn climbs up to the top rope, hyping up the crowd while pointing at Drake, who looks furious at the top of the ramp, practically shaking with anger at this point after all that has gone down. The very last shot seen is Sulyvahn getting down onto his knees at the center of the ring, kissing the mat, as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)


(A commercial plays for Reckless Wiring.)


Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!


Crowd: ONE FALL!


(‘Human Graduation’ by mercuro hits the speakers and Haruka Kashimashi makes her way out from the back, immediately to boos from the crowd. She doesn’t waste time dwelling on their reactions, instead focusing on the match ahead of her.)


Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, residing in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan, she is “THE MAIDEN OF MADNESS” … HARUUKKKA KASSSHHIIIMAAAASSSHHHIIIII!!!!


(‘Human Nature’ by Michael Jackson hits the speakers afterwards and Hanako Nanami makes herw ay out to the ring, in contrast, to cheers. She tags the fans on her way down, sliding into the ring and climbing the middle rope, pointing out to everyone cheering her on.)


Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 110 pounds, from Kyoto, Japan, she is “PINK VENOM” … HAANNNAAAKKKOOO! NNAANNAAAMMMMIIII!!!


(DING DING DING!)


Stew-O: The bell sounds and IMMEDIATELY, Kashimashi and Nanami go at it! Haruka swings a boot to the chest of Hanako, but she sidesteps it and sweeps her onto her back! Hanako leaps into a double foot stomp, but Haruka rolls out of the way! Both women pop to their feet and Hanako nails her with a forearm, and then a spinning thrust kick to the ribs.


Jake Mercer: Hanako comes off the ropes, and Haruka drops down, tripping her! She transitions into a grounded side headlock, but Nanami is already fighting up to her feet. Haruka does her best to hold Hanako back, but Hanako brings her to the ropes and sends her off.


Flannery McCoy: Nanami dropkicks Haruka in the chest, and she kips up. Haruka rolls over, holding at her chest. Hanako drags her up and leans her on the ropes, sending her across the ring, only for Haruka to counter! Hanako bounces off the ropes, sending an elbow her way, but Haruka sidesteps it and takes the wrist, twirling around into an armdrag!


Stew-O: Hanako bounces off and Haruka responds with a kick to that same arm. Hanako grimaces in pain, and then Haruka responds with an arm wringer. She pulls on the wrist of Hanako, and slams her shoulder into hers. She then trips Hanako onto her back, kneeling on her bicep and twisting the wrist. Hanako is in a bad way right now!


Jake Mercer: Hanako extends her leg, trying to get the ropes, but now it’s Haruka who begins to bend her wrist back. She stands, trying to stomp on it, but Hanako twirls her body in time, and forces Haruka to apply a wrist lock instead. Hanako frontrolls, and then side rolls, kipping up and arm dragging Haruka off of her!


Flannery McCoy: Hanako is up and she forearms Haruka. She grabs Haruka by the head and then rolls around her, looking for a Russian legsweep. Haruka blocks it, elbowing Hanako in the abdomen. She takes the arm and turns her around, wanting a backslide pinfall, but Hanako stalls it. Nanami leaps onto the middle rope, backrolling off of Haruka and instead bringing her down for an inside cradle!


OOOONNNNEEEEE!!!


Stew-O: Kick out from Haruka! Both women rise and Hanako boots her across the jaw! Haruka turns on impact, and Hanako leaps onto the shoulders, trying a poison—no! Haruka with ani inverted alabama slam instead, knocking Hanako hard on the face! Haruka backpedals, holding her jaw. She felt every bit of that boot, and now she’s going to do her best to shrug it off and keep pushing!


Jake Mercer: Hanako is up and Haruka runs off the ropes, bypassing her. Hanako looks up, and here comes Haruka with a ROLLING WHEEL KICK! Nanami is out of it, and Kashimashi quickly rises up to her feet. She drags Hanako up and lifts her up for an URANAGE BACKBREAKER! Hanako cries out in pain, and Kashimashi hooks the legs!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!


T—


Flannery McCoy: Kick out by Nanami! Haruka shakes her head, pulling her up. She throws her into the turnbuckles and runs into a shoulder thrust! Hanako grimaces, and now Kashimashi follows through with repeated shoulder thrusts to the abdomen! Hanako is in pain, and Haruka takes the wrist, sending her across the ring with an irish whip. Kashimashi runs across, leaping onto the knees for a monkey flip–


Stew-O: Hanako turns her around and sits her up on the top rope! Hanako hangs onto that same top rope and uses it to propel herself into an enzuigiri! Haruka is unable to block it and she falls off the top rope, bouncing onto the apron and straight to the floor! Haruka lies there, holding her head in pain. Hanako takes a moment to recover, then she sees her opening!


Jake Mercer: Nanami exits to the apron and she begins to climb up to the top rope! Kashimashi slowly rises, holding at her head. She turns around and looks up to Hanako on the top rope… AND NANAMI WITH A DIVING MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP ROPE! GOODNESS! WHAT A WAY TO KICK THINGS OFF! KASHIMASHI IS OUT OF IT, AND HANAKO IS FEELING THE ENERGY RIGHT NOW!


Flannery McCoy: Hanako drags Haruka up and she throws her into the ring! Hanako hops onto the apron and she climbs up once again, aiming down at Haruka who isn’t moving! She leaps off the top rope! DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! THE COVER AFTERWARDS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!


TTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!


Stew-O: KICK OUT FROM KASHIMASHI! She rolls over, clutching at the abdomen. Hanako drags her up and she begins to pummel her with palm strikes to the face! Kashimashi covers up to the best of her ability, but it’s no use! Hanako takes her by the head and leans her down, double underhooking the arms!


Jake Mercer: She heaves her up for a tiger—no! Haruka drops down! Back body drop! Nanami holds her back as she hits the canvas hard. Haruka runs the ropes quickly, and Hanako begins to rise… EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM KASHIMASHI, TURNING HARUKA! She steps in front of her, and levels her with a PELE KICK!


Flannery McCoy: Everything is coming together for Kashimashi right now, and she knows that! She lifts Hanako up to her feet and lifts her up onto her shoulder. Haruka marches to the center of the ring, forcing Nanami in position…


Stew-O: ‘PHILOSOPHY OF THE DAMNED!’ A MODIFIED AIR RAID CRASH RIGHT ON THE KNEE! SHE GOT HER! KASHIMASHI HOOKS THE LEGS, AND NANAMI ISN’T MOVING!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!


TTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!


Jake Mercer: But she finds it in her to get a shoulder up just in time! Haruka is seething! She mounts Hanako and immediately starts raining down forearms! Hanako’s head bounces off the canvas with every single forearm, and Haruka rises to her feet, pacing.


Stew-O: She exits to the apron, making her way up top. Hanako rolls over, still clutching at the neck. Haruka is clearly aiming to continue and hurt it, and she’s got her in prime position for exactly that!


Flannery McCoy: Kashimashi dives off the top rope, taking Nanami out with a DIVING BLOCKBUSTER! Hanako is down and out, and Kashimashi clearly takes delight in that! Hanako isn’t moving whatsoever, and Haruka has all the time in the world to follow through and keep this match in her favor!


Jake Mercer: Haruka rises to her feet and she grabs Hanako by the hair, pulling her away before she can go for the cover. Haruka sends repeated knees to the neck of Hanako, then pulls her up. She throws her to the ropes and runs in for another knee, but Hanako bounces off and blocks it!


Stew-O: Quickly, Haruka swings a slap, but Hanako captures her hand and slaps the chest! She transitions to a wrist lock and spins underneath Haruka, taking her out with a wrist-lock HOOK KICK! Haruka falls to her knees, but Hanako then transitions to a double chickenwing!


Flannery McCoy: Beautiful grappling and transitions from Nanami, who lifts Haruka up high in the air… ‘TIGER SUPLEX ‘03!’ IT CONNECTS! NANAMI WASTES NO TIME, BRIDGING THE PINFALL!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!


TTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHH—


Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM KASHIMASHI! Hanako shakes her head, but she’s gotta keep it going! She rolls Haruka to her knees and quickly rises to her feet. Hanako quickly runs off the ropes, seeing a clear opening to follow through and get the win!


Stew-O: ‘NATURAL BORN KN–’ NO! HARUKA BLOCKS IT! Hanako hits the canvas hard, and she holds her knee! Haruka grabs the leg of Hanako and she rolls her over into a HALF CRAB! Haruka pulls back on the ankle of Hanako, doing all that she can to neutralize Pink Venom! Nanami grimaces, reaching for the ropes!


Flannery McCoy: Haruka keeps bending back on the leg, but will it be enough to win this match?! Hanako keeps pushing forward, doing all that she can in order to get to the ropes! Haruka sees this and she looks to pull her back, but Hanako rolls over, sending a kick to the side of Haruka’s ear! Another kick!


Jake Mercer: And then, she shoves Haruka away with all of her might! Kashimashi goes down, and Hanako rolls over, rising to her feet. Hanako is up, and she sees Haruka rising. She nails her with a BIG elbow to the jaw! Kashimashi bounces off the ropes…


Stew-O: Hanako winds back for another elbow, but Haruka dropkicks the knees out! Hanako falls flat onto her face, and Haruka rises up, rolling Hanako over! She crosses both legs, turning her over into ‘SCORCHED BY MADNESS!’ THE SCORPION CROSS LOCK IS IN, AND THIS ISN’T GOOD FOR HANAKO, WHO HAD TO DO EVERYTHING IN HER POWER TO JUST ESCAPE THE HALF CRAB!


Flannery McCoy: KASHIMASHI PULLS BACK ON THE ARMS OF NANAMI! She cries out in agony, but Haruka refuses to let go! She continues to keep that hold in, but Hanako shakes her head! She won’t give in so easily!


Jake Mercer: Nanami continues to resist! She shakes the arms of Haruka, and she continues to fight and fight it! Kashimashi is doing everything in her power to keep going, but Hanako’s resistance is beginning to tire her! Hanako fights it!


Stew-O: She’s pushing against the arms of Haruka! Hanako beginning to break free—she’s got one arm! She sends a back elbow to Haruka! And another one! AND HARUKA RELEASES THE HOLD! Both women collapse, gasping for air. Haruka reaches out, and Hanako grabs her, both women using each other to rise!


Flannery McCoy: Haruka with a back swing to Nanami, who ducks into a GERMAN SUPLEX! Kashimashi is down, and Nanami still needs time to rise! But these fans are getting behind Nanami, helping will her back to her feet and into this match! This is her chance to capitalize and go through with winning the whole damn thing!


Crowd: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!


Jake Mercer: You hear these fans clapping! Nanami rolls to the ropes and she takes them, using them to rise up to her feet. Kashimashi is beginning to stand as well, but it’s debatable if she should! It doesn’t look to be very good for her right now!


Stew-O: Kashimashi is up, and she tries to get the ropes, but she stumbles backwards, missing her chance! She’s off balance, and Nanami quickly leaps to the middle rope, diving off with ‘LOVE DELUXE!’ THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS! HARUKA IS OUT OF IT!


Flannery McCoy: Nanami is feeling it now! She doesn’t want to go for the cover, she wants to put a stamp on this match! Nanami pulls Kashimashi up to her feet, spinning underneath. Hanako sets up for ‘SAKURA SUNR–’NO! KASHIMASHI HANGS ONTO HER!


Jake Mercer: KASHIMASHI GRABS HANAKO AND THROWS HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! NO! HANAKO CATCHES HERSELF IN TIME, AND SHE LANDS ON THE MIDDLE ROPE! Kashimashi charges in, but Nanami gets her with a mule kick straight to the jaw!


Stew-O: Haruka falls back, and Hanako then leaps to the top rope, swiveling in mid-air! She dives off the top…! ‘CARNATION STOORRMMM!’ IT CONNECTS! NANAMI HOOKS THE LEGS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!


TTTTWWWWOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!


(DING DING DING!)


Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, HHAANNNAAKKKOO! NNAANNAAMMMIII!


(Nanami rolls off of Haruka, feeling an adrenaline spike after picking up the win. She rises to her feet, throwing her arms out in elation. The referee takes her arm and raises it up, and she nods to the fans cheering.)


Flannery McCoy: What a match! And Hanako Nanami gets herself on the board with an impressive victory over Haruka Kashimashi!


Stew-O: Both women had a great performance here, and you can tell that they *really* wanted the win, but it was Hanako who pulled out all of the stops to get the win!


Jake Mercer: Absolutely! I’m looking forward to what they both bring to the table from here on out, congratulations to Nanami again!


(A commercial plays for Wingstop.)


(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed shifts to a view of the backstage where Hanako Nanami can be seen taking a breather in the halls following her match against Haruka. Her brief reverie is interrupted when none other than Wonder Woman herself, Winona Hendrickson, approaches her, prompting Hanako to turn and face her.)


Winona Hendrickson: Nice match out there.


Hanako Nanami: I appreciate that. I also appreciate the match that we had together… regardless of what the result turned out to be.


(Winona tilts her head, but Hanako continues speaking.)


Hanako Nanami: You have my congratulations on the victory; I don’t have any shame for the loss, because I experienced first-hand in the ring what a capable competitor that you are.


Winona Hendrickson: Thank you; I made it clear in advance that I intend to break any ceilings over my head and become the standard, but that doesn’t become reality until I make it so through effort. You made me put in quite the effort to put you down, so rest assured that the feeling is mutual.


Hanako Nanami: If it’s all the same with you, I don’t want last week’s match to be the only one. I’ve reviewed the tapes and reflected on the match in my own mind… I could have done better, and I think going at it with you yet again is only going to push me to be a better version of myself. That’s what you’d want too, right? Being the standard bearer that pushes your peers forward and makes them push you forward in return?


Winona Hendrickson: Of course! If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m never the one to turn down a fight, especially with an honorable fighter such as yourself. If you think you could give me a better fight in that ring by fighting me again, then consider this to be an open invitation to make that fight happen. Anytime, anywhere; I’m sure that the experience will make me a better fighter too.


(A bit of a sly grin graces Winona’s face.)


Winona Hendrickson: With that being said… I don’t plan on losing, even if it is your second shot.


Hanako Nanami: Hah! I wouldn’t want it any other way. If you went into the match expecting to lose, that wouldn’t be your best, now, would it?


Winona Hendrickson: You’ve got that right.


(The two elitists seemed to be enjoying the company and the mutual competitive fervor brimming between them, but the aura of friendly competition got pierced the moment Rei Oboro showed up, an unsettlingly wide smile on her face.)


Rei Oboro: Ahaha! What fun! Are you two enjoying yourselves, being each other’s cheerleaders in a sport designed to push people to their mental brink?


Hanako Nanami: Rei, what do you want?


Rei Oboro: Me? I don’t want anything back here. All the fun to be had…


(She points to a screen with a video feed of the squared circle.)


Rei Oboro: Is over there. Not patting each other on the backs with whatever this is supposed to be, but the HUNT itself. Peeling away the layers of these ‘honorable fighters’ through tension and overwhelming force until they’re turned into their true, raw selves, the people they can only be when they’re pushed to their breaking points.


Rei Oboro: That won’t happen with all this cheery camaraderie, you know. All you’re doing for yourselves is digging each other’s graves so you can jump on in together. Cute, but ineffective.


Hanako Nanami: Awfully haughty talk for someone that hasn’t done much of anything since they’ve shown up. Are you really in a position to be lecturing us on the proper way to approach this business? You with what credibility? You with what legacy?


Rei Oboro: Legacy? Credibility? Please. The major misunderstanding you seem to have is that I’m here to chase the limelight, to sycophantically pander to the crowd and the other wrestlers, to punch my way into the Hall of Fame, or something equally meaningless. That couldn’t be further from the case for me.


Hanako Nanami: What ARE you here for, then?


Rei Oboro: It’s quite simple, really. Didn’t you hear me before? I’m here for the hunt. I’m here to bring about as much misery as possible, to melt through the shields that people like you two bring up. Dealing with all this patting each other on the back is obscenely boring to me. The better question in my mind is…


(Hanako theatrically measures up both Winona and Hanako.)


Rei Oboro: What is BENEATH the facade? What do you two become when the friendliness has been torn away and you’re faced with such overwhelming pressure that you either snap or die? THAT… is what I am more interested in. Don’t worry; you’ll get a taste of that soon enough. It’s only a matter of time, if you’re on the same brand as me.


(Rei Oboro smiles at the two of them, a truly unsettling smile, before she walks past them down the hallway. Hanako and Winona both stare at her as she walks away, bewildered, before turning back towards each other and shaking their heads in disbelief. The video feed lingers…)


(But instead of fading away, it turns to reveal another figure that watched the entire scene take place. None other than the Sovereign, the Archdragon, David Gideon Smith himself, who appears lost in thought, intrigued at the conflicting ideologies on display from Rei’s interaction with the other two elitists. The video feed fades to black as David’s eyes narrow, observing his peers with great interest.)


(Backstage, Anna Wautier can be seen making her way down the corridor. The New Breed Championship is held on her shoulder. She’s walking a bit slower, pain continuing to course through her after the events of last week. However, the champion is steadfast—until, her attention lands on someone leaning against the wall.)


Anna Wautier: Hmph.


(She steps up to them, moving a bit faster. When the camera pans, the person is revealed to be AKIZA. She glances over, noticing the sudden presence, and a cruel smirk crosses her face.)


AKIZA: Oh? And what has gotten your face all sour.


Anna Wautier: I believe you know the answer to that already.


AKIZA: Do I?


(AKIZA rolls her neck, nonchalant as ever. However, she soon presses herself from the wall and eyes her down more intently, slanting her head.)


AKIZA: Lemme guess: you’re still feeling raw that I was able to come up from behind and stole your thunder. Figures. But is it my fault you felt yourself so vulnerable when you’re supposed to not only being a champion but more experienced than me here? Tsk. What did you think was going to happen?


Anna Wautier: I don’t know—but considering you and I have never even crossed paths before, I feel as though your attempt to seek a moment at my expense was ill-advised.


AKIZA: Ha! And what difference does that make? You said you wanted to handle me, TFK and Yanni; you decided to put the three of us on your radar thanks to me, and now, I’m on the cusp of getting to become a champion at *your* expense. A shame, because that moment you had a month ago was a sweet one, but all good things must come to an end, and I have no issues with showing to someone how stupid they are to make rash decisions.


Anna Wautier: Stupid? No. I think that would be better suited for you. I am not easy pickings. I am someone who cares about this championship, and I certainly care about being able to defend myself. Still, even if I didn’t have this title… there was no way I was ever going to allow you to get away with what you did to me. Actions have consequences, AKIZA, and you will learn soon enough what that entails.


AKIZA: Yeah? As if I need to be taught anything. Such a naive thing you are, but it cannot be helped. I do not need a lecture, least of all from the likes of you, dearest Anna.


(AKIZA takes a step forward, but another person comes in.)


???: Having fun?


(Yanni Killbrew comes up, having heard the commotion from a distance. He looks unimpressed at both Anna and AKIZA.)


Yanni Killbrew: This whole prey and predator thing is becoming a bit pathetic, especially when I’m just as involved. I see nothing more than two weaklings who desire to be stronger than the other, but in the end, there will be little difference that separates you. Anna is naive, but you, AKIZA, are a snake whose venom doesn’t sting as much as you like to think it does.


AKIZA: Heh. You’re one to talk, Yanni. You think this poetic horsecrap makes you a meaningful threat? Please. You’re just a temporary issue; one that I won’t have any issue handling myself.


Yanni Killbrew: And more worthless words being spewed at me. Hardly anything convincing. You have little stake here in this promotion or this sport for that matter, so what you have to say has little value to me. 


(He glances toward Anna.)


Yanni Killbrew: Especially when I am the one who will become the new New Breed Champion.


(Anna meets his gaze, face remaining unfazed.)


Anna Wautier: Won’t be happening. It’s just like what I told AKIZA–yet, she and I are the same? Funny. I can say the same thing about you two.


Yanni Killbrew: Perhaps, on the surface you can. We are after all both challengers in this instance. However, that is the only similarity we share. I intend on making sure to get across why that is the case.


(Anna scoffs, shaking her head. However, AKIZA’s eyes drift, sensing someone else arriving.)


AKIZA: Oh, and would you look at that? It’s the guy who wishes to cosplay as some meandering hero.


(TFK steps in, and he immediately brushes away her words.)


TFK: Says someone who thinks she can be some sort of antithesis to that. But nothing about me screams cosplay and I am not pretending to be a hero. You two thought you could get the better of Anna, and while I am just as competitive, there is a right and wrong way of handling things.


(A smirk cracks through.)


TFK: I think I showed why that is the case.


AKIZA: With a chair? How brave of you…


TFK: Well, it made you two scurry like rats, so I’d say it was pretty effective.


Yanni Killbrew: Don’t get ahead of yourself. I simply wasn’t going to be foolish enough to face you without a weapon.


TFK: Yeah? I wonder why? Perhaps you realized your own cowardice wasn’t going to amount to luck after all?


Yanni Killbrew: Hung up on that match, I see. However, I simply did what I had to do to win. That’s not cowardice—that is strategy. You may not have to like it, and there is a reason why I seldom resort to such tactics, but in a match like that, I decided to be smart. It paid off.


AKIZA: Pfft. Won’t pay off for much longer. 


(AKIZA turns to Anna.)


AKIZA: And that goes for you, too. I mean, are you sure you’re ready for all of this? Could be getting more than you bargained for.


Anna Wautier: I am not the one who should be getting asked if I am getting more than I bargained for–it’s the three of you, because I have shown I am willing to do whatever it takes to win and I do not give up easily. This may be a test just for the fact I have more than one set of eyes trained on me… but I am not backing down. And you need to understand that.


(Anna looks over at all three of them before she walks off, and from there, the shot fades elsewhere…)


Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…




Crowd: ONE FALL!


(“Memory” by Mercy Drive began to play through the speakers of the arena as Delaney Rhodes made her way out onto the stage with a grin on her face, as she looked around at the sea of fans, taking it all in, before she finally made her way down to the ring.) 


Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, weighing in at 118lbs pounds.. THE SHARPSHOOTER!! DELANEY RHODES!!! 


(Delaney entered the ring, before finally “Ballad of The Prodigal Son” by Lincoln Durham had started to blast throughout the arena! The Unkillable, Kirk Redwood making his way out to the ring, with a laser focused smug on his face..) 


Stephie Love: And her opponent! Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts!! Weighing in at 210lbs!! He is.. THE UNKILLABLE!! KIRRK REDWOOOD!!! 


(DING!! DING!!! DING!!)


Flannery McCoy: Here we go, Delaney Rhodes had a great showing last week! But she was not able to get the win.. Will she be able to do it here tonight against Kirk Redwood??


Stew-O: Well it will most certainly be a hard task! The bell rang and now both competitors began to circle the ring. 


Jake Mercer: Delaney shoots towards Kirk’s legs for a double leg takedown to the canvas! AND SHE GETS IT! PUSHING KIRK’S LEGS BACK INTO A PIN!! THE REF DROPS DOWN TO COUNT!


(ONEEEE!!)


Flannery McCoy: KIRK KICKS OUT BEFORE THE COUNT CAN CONTINUE AND BOTH KIRK REDWOOD AND DELANEY GET BACK TO THEIR FEET… Kirk Redwood rushes at Delaney.. 


Stew-O: BUT DELANEY LEVELS KIRK REDWOOD WITH A HUGE SUPERKICK THAT SENDS HIM REELING BACK!! HE’S STUNNED!! And Delaney slips around Kirk Redwood and she grabs hold of Kirk Redwood around the waist…she’s looking for a German Suplex here! 


Jake Mercer: BACK ELBOW SENDS DELANEY STUMBLING BACK AND INTO THE CORNER!! Kirk Redwood turns around and he RUSHES AT DELANEY FOR A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT INTO THE CORNER!!


Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood is charging towards the opposite corner, I don’t Believe that he’s done with Delaney Rhodes! He rebounds out of the corner… running back towards Delaney!! BUT DELANEY CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD WITH A HUGE DIVING CROSSBODY!! SHE HOOKS THE LEG!!


(ONEEE!!)


(TW—)


Stew-O: KIRK REDWOOD KICKS OUT WITH SOME AUTHORITY!! 


Jake Mercer: Delaney climbs up onto her feet. She’s going to take a high risk here! Climbing up to the top turnbuckle and balancing herself, before she leaps off!! FOR A MOONSAULT!! LOOKING TO CONNECT WITH “SKYWAY!!” 


Flannery McCoy: BUT KIRK REDWOOD ROLLS TOWARDS THE CORNER!! CAUSING DELANEY TO CRASH AND BURN! 


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood rises to his feet as Delaney is already starting to get to a vertical base, instinctively grabbing her abdomen. But Kirk is giving her no remorse!! DRILLING HER WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! He just blasted her!! And Delaney Rhodes is down! 


Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood is not looking to allow Delaney to get an upset win over him tonight. And he’s not even close to being done. He grabs Delaney by the hair, pulling her to her feet and he’s JUST STRUCK HER WITH AN OPEN PALM STRIKE TO THE JAW!! FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER ONE!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! 


Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood grabs hold of Delaney, sending her towards the ropes with an Irish whip! Delaney rebounds off of the ropes! She ducks under a Lariat attempt from Kirk Redwood!! And runs the ropes again! And she charges in at Kirk Redwood.. CONNECTING WITH A LEAPING LARIAT!!


Stew-O: BUT KIRK REDWOOD CAUGHT HER IN MID AIR!! PLANTING HER WITH A SUPLEX!! Delaney holds her back in agony as she crashes onto the canvas! 


Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood wastes no time! He rolls over onto Delaney once again hooking the leg for the pin! 


(ONEEEE!!!)


(TWWWOOO!!)


Flannery McCoy: Delaney Rhodes kicks out once again! 


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood doesn’t look all too pleased with the way that Delaney’s fighting spirit has been put on display here! Delaney began to sit up.. BUT KIRK REDWOOD PULLED HER BACK DOWN INTO A SLEEPER HOLD!! 


Jake Mercer: He’s trying to put an abrupt end to this match already! Looking to tap out Delaney or put her to sleep!! Kirk Redwood is looking to make a huge statement here!!


Flannery McCoy: But look at the poise from Delaney here! She isn’t panicking, she isn’t flailing around.. she’s got just the right patience, prying at the arm of Kirk Redwood’s arm.. before using her lower body strength to push her legs up and flip herself over Kirk.. PUSHING HIS SHOULDERS DOWN FOR THE SUDDEN PIN!!


(ONNNNEE!!)


(TWWWWOOO!!)


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood kicks out!! And he’s shocked! Delaney just almost got away with a slick win over Kirk! 


Jake Mercer: Delaney rolls through! Grabbing the leg of Kirk’s, before rolling through with Kirk on her shoulders!! As she rises to her feet!  And.. DRIVES KIRK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A PIPER’S PIT!! 


Flannery McCoy: WHAT A FEAT OF STRENGTH FROM DELANEY RHODES!! Delaney wasn’t finished at all!! She rolled over Kirk.. grabbing his arm and applying a FUIJIWARA ARMBAR!! SHE HAS GOT IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!! AND KIRK IS GROANING OUT IN PAIN!! 


Stew-O: Delaney is continuing to wrench back on the arm! Looking to make Kirk tap! A few more seconds in this hold and he just might do exactly that! Delaney is looking to pull off an impressive win here tonight!! 


Jake Mercer: But Kirk rolls over, rolling Delaney over and off of him! He climbs to his feet as well as Delaney does! Kirk Redwood rushes in at Delaney going to swing for a Lariat! But Delaney ducks under and slips behind Kirk!! SHE HOISTS HIM UP AND PLANTS HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! KEEPING IT BRIDGED FOR A PIN!! 


(ONNNNEEEE!!!)


(TWWWOOOO!!!)


(THRE—-)


Flannery McCoy: KIRK REDWOOD KICKS OUT AGAIN!! 


Stew-O: Delaney rises to her feet, looking towards Kirk Redwood as she’s waiting for him to climb to his feet.. 


Jake Mercer: She’s zoned in on Kirk Redwood! And as soon as he gets up to his feet! Delaney rushes in at Kirk Red.. looking to connect with a SPINNING BACK ELBOW!! “DETOU—”


Flannery McCoy: DOESN’T CONNECT!! KIRK CATCHES HER MID SPIN AND SENDS UP AND OVER THE ROPES WITH A EXPLODER SUPLEX!! SENDING HER TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR AT RINGSIDE!! 


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood is looking to regain his bearings now as he’s shaking his head. But I think he realizes now exactly where he has Delaney! He exits the ring as Delaney is getting to her feet and he runs at Delaney.. TURNING HER INSIDE OUT WITH A HUGE RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!  


Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood grabs Delaney up onto her feet, before SENDING HER CRASHING TO THE HARD FLOOR WITH A SNAP SUPLEX!! That.. did not look like it felt good at all! 


Flannery McCoy: Kirk sits up, a wicked smile on his face.. he’s enjoying this. 


Stew-O: Of course the sick bastard is! He’s back to his feet now, grabbing Delaney to her feet and rolling her back into the ring. Delaney is chatting to get to her feet now as Kirk is stalking her.. it is not looking good at all for Delaney Rhodes! 


Jake Mercer: And Kirk Redwood knows he has Delaney exactly where he wants her! He rushes in!! “BLITZKRIEG BOP!!” THE RUNNING KNEE TO THE BACK OF DELANEY’S HEAD!! CONNECTS!! KIRK FALLS INTO THE COVER!’


(ONEEEE!!!)


(TWWWOOO!!!)


(THREEEEE—)


(…)


(…)


(…)


Flannery McCoy: DELANEY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! SHE IS STILL ALIVE IN THIS MATCH!! 


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood gets to his feet, a bit frustrated.. grabbing Delaney up to her knees, before.. HITTING HER WITH A STIFF SLAP TO THE FACE!!


Kirk Redwood(off-mic): Stay the fuck down! 


(SLAP!!)


(SLAP!!)


(SLAP!!)


Jake Mercer: Slap after slap! But they look like they’re only starting to fire Delaney up! She’s starting to push herself up and onto her feet! And KIRK GOES TO SWING AGAIN!! BUT DELANEY CATCHES HIM!! WITH A SUPERKICK!! AND HE IS DROPPED!! 


Flannery McCoy: KIRK CRASHES TO THE CANVAS AND.. DELANEY KIPS UP TO HER FEET!! FIRED UP… THE STRAPS ARE COMING DOWN AS SHE CALLS KIRK TO HIS FEET!!


Stew-O: Kirk Redwood gets to his feet.. stumbling into Delaney’s grasp!! SHE GRABS HIM UP!! PLANTING HIM DOWN WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX!! He gets to his feet again.. stumbling back towards Delaney Rhodes..


Jake Mercer: BUT SHE DROPS HIM WITH ANOTHER T-BONE SUPLEX!! 


Flannery McCoy: Delaney is starting to feel it! Kirk gets to his feet!! Again!! Delaney hoists him up AGAIN!! PLANTING HIM WITH A CROSS ARMED OLYMPIC SLAM THIS TIME!! And now she’s looking to end it.. calling Kirk to his feet again! 


(…)


(…)


Stew-O: Wait.. hold on! WHAT THE HELL IS KASSIDY HEART DOING OUT HERE!? 


Jake Mercer: We all saw that Kassidy Heart didn’t take too kindly to her first meeting with Delaney Rhodes! But now she’s out here and she’s pointing and shouting towards Delaney Rhodes! 


Kassidy: (off-mic) Who do you think you are huh!? You thought that I was just going to let your smart ass slide!? 


Delaney: (off-mic) Get out of here! Can’t you see that I am in the middle of a match right now!? This couldn’t have waited until after!? 


Kassidy: (off-mic) Nope. You should’ve stayed in your place! Now I am going to be YOUR problem! 


Delaney: (off-mic) You’ve gotta be kidding me…I don’t have time for this..


Flannery McCoy: KIRK IS UP!! HE’S GOT DELANEY IN HIS GRASP AND HE TURNS HER AROUND OUT OF HIS GRASP!! “GOD GUNNN!!” HE DROPPED HER WITH THE RIPCORD RIGHT HOOK!! AND INTO THE PIN!! 


(ONNNNEEE!!!)


(TWWWOOO!!!)


(THREEEEEEEEEE!!!)


(DING!! DING!!! DING!!)


Stew-O: Delaney gave it everything that she had! In the end, it was off of a distraction from Kassidy Heart that threw Delaney off of her game..


(“The Weight” by Amigo The Devil, played throughout the speakers as the camera had caught Kassidy Heart now shaking her head as she smugly walked off. This leaving Delaney to look on, an upset expression on her face as she was just cost her match as the show faded elsewhere..)


(A commercial plays for the WNBA.)


(The scene opens up backstage to Harper Lee standing with Michael Belfort—and with the Cash in the Vault holder in view, the fans immediately boo.) 


Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Michael Belfort, and with me is none other than—


Harper Lee: Uh, no offense, Michael, but I’m sure everyone knows who I am already.


Michael Belfort: Uh, perhaps, but you never know who may be watching.


Harper Lee: Yeah? Well, they can see for themselves who I am.


(She raises the briefcase, smirking.)


Harper Lee: But go ahead and do your repetitive job. It’s all you’re good for anyways. 


(Michael has to bite back a sigh, but he maintains his air of professionalism.)


Michael Belfort: Joining me is none other than the current Cash in the Vault holder, Harper Lee. Harper, thank you for agreeing to do this interview with me.


Harper Lee: Mhm.


Michael Belfort: Last week, you and KASAI teamed together in the main event against Chris Elite and Daryl Kinkade, but then, you turned your back on KASAI, who is also the Empress of Elite. Many were shocked as it appeared you two were close to winning, and even she made it known that despite your differences she did hold some measure of respect for you. Why, then, did you essentially throw out the match?


(Harper groans, rolling her eyes.)


Harper Lee: Seriously? Already, what, the second week of me being on Dynasty and I’m having to deal with “Why Harper, Why?!” talks again? Why not? Are people really that stupid or forgetful that they thought I was ever going to play nice? I mean, yeah, I love to win, and I’m willing to work alongside whoever my partner may be for that week. However, the answer is right there: KASAI grew too comfortable with the fact that because she and I both hold contracts essentially for world titles that we were on the same level, and when it comes to me, that was never going to be the case. I’m the best wrestler in the world, and just because someone MAYBE can be a world champion does not mean they’re close to me. Like, I’m the one who actually made due on their tournament win! KASAI has yet to not only do that, but she thought I would acknowledge her in any way, and that is pathetic.


Harper Lee: Besides, it wasn’t like she and I always had the most cordial relationship. We were both on Showdown together a couple of seasons ago and she certainly had a lot of stuff to say about me. It just makes me wonder how sincere that respect even was in the first place. Granted, it gets annoying how there are some people who downplay that I am a future first-ballot hall of famer and, well, better than them in any regard, but at least I want for my just dues to be extended by someone who actually means it, not from someone who wanted to smile and laugh because we happen to have the same circumstances going for ourselves. In fact…


(And that’s when Harper’s attention lands squarely on the camera as she continues to speak, addressing KASAI directly.)


Harper Lee: Why would you even trust me, KASAI? Did you think that because I got what I wanted that I was suddenly going to transform and not be the person I always have been? That’s stupid even for the likes of you. And sure, maybe you can run around with the idea that I felt threatened by you and the Empress of Elite crown, but wouldn’t that mean that I can always come around and take the keys to the kingdom myself? I mean, you’re gonna want to have to act fast soon, because we’re already almost six months in since you won the crown and the caveat that comes with it. Still, what unfortunate timing for you competition wise. Minerva is likely going to kill whatever ending you’re hoping to get but even if you manage you beat her? I could always come around and take the Universal Women’s title for myself.


(She shrugs, smirking.


Harper Lee: And if I decide not to, then consider it mercy, because—


(Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. Harper whirls around—and one of KASAI’s side is before her with a folded red note.)


Harper Lee: Huh. I recognize you. You’re with her whenever she wants to pretend she’s some scary crime boss or whatever.


(Harper looks around.)


Harper Lee: … as a matter of fact, where is she?


(The aide simply backs away; gesturing toward the note before disappearing. Harper scoffs and looks down at it. When she unfolds it, the words written on—harshly with dark ink—come into view:


/ You messed up.)


Harper Lee: Scare tactics. Great. God, this is pathetic.


(Harper rips up the paper and walks off. The final shot shows the pieces fluttering down to the floor behind her before Dynasty fades back to ringside for the next match.)


Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 


Crowd: ONE FALL!


(As the shot panned to reveal the ring, both Saori Aizen and Kendall Von are already situated at ringside, the Specialists Championship around the former’s waist. Despite both being given the closest possible seats to the action, the two stayed out of each other’s way.)


(‘TEFLON DON’ by Future began to play to a negative reaction, the familiar tune met with general unease and steady boos as Jamie Valdez emerged from the back. She posed at the top of the ramp, soaking in the boos before walking down the ramp and making her way to the ring. Her gaze met Saori’s for a moment, but quickly looked away as the champion scoffed.)


Stephie Love: Introducing first…’The Prodigy’…Jamie Valdez!


Stew O: Jamie found herself unlucky last time out, losing a close bout with Brianna Hill and far from impressing Saori Aizen. 


Flannery McCoy: Despite it ending up as a losing effort, Jamie more than proved herself capable of hanging with the best, and will look even more determined to return to winning ways this week.


(Jamie settled in the center of the ring to pose again, before turning and heading to the corner to make her final preparations. ‘TEFLON DON’ began to fade and would soon be replaced by ‘The Reckoning’ by Within Temptation to a more positive reaction. It didn’t take long for Effy McAvoy to make an appearance at the top of the ramp, the Interwire Championship over her shoulder as she began to make her way down to the ring.)


Stephie Love: And her opponent…she is the Interwire Champion…’The Harbinger,’ Effy McAvoy! 


Stew-O: Early on in the season, the challengers are already queuing up for the Interwire Champion, but it seems that Effy is more than ready to keep this incredible reign running no matter how many challengers seek to knock her off the top. 


Jake Mercer: A successful defense at Pain For Pride will do that, but with someone as fresh, new, and talented as Kendall Von keeping an eye on her championship, she’s gotta keep her head on a swivel. 


(Effy eyed Kendall as she entered the ring, though the latter merely rolled her eyes in response, turning her back to the ring as Effy moved to her corner and handed her championship to the referee, awaiting the bell.)


(DING! DING! DING!)


Stew-O: And we’re off! Jamie and Saori immediately begin to circle, just prodding the other’s defenses before rushing into any major exchanges. For now, these two are gonna remain in the feeling out stage! 


Flannery McCoy: Effy will want control of the center, but Jamie is content with continuing to circle, just keeping her guard up high and outstretched to keep the Interwire Champion at an arm’s reach! Still, Effy pushes for a lock-up, trying to close the distance between the two early so she can get some momentum going.


Jake Mercer: But Jamie is unwilling to let Effy have her way, just dancing around the exterior, keeping that guard up and even slapping away an attempt at a mutual collar-and-elbow tie-up! But with each parry, she gets closer and closer to the ropes, running out of room to evade with!


Stew-O: And that room just ran out, finally being cornered by Effy, but Jamie rushes right in and takes the initiative to create that tie-up, taking the momentum for herself from Effy! Definitely a scrappier approach but nonetheless effective as the two begin to jockey back and forth for control of the center! 


Flannery McCoy: Rather, Jamie doesn’t really want a tie-up, but a test of strength, readjusting her grip to make this a proper back and forth tug of war! And Jamie seems best prepared of the two, pressing Effy back and down, brute forcing her shoulders to the mat! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEE-!


Jake Mercer: But it doesn’t take long for Effy to power a shoulder up, even as Jamie retains control of her hands. 


Stew-O: And Jamie, ever the pragmatist, just goes back to working down the arm of Effy that kicked out, forcefully pressing it against the mat for another pinfall attempt! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!!


Flannery McCoy: And again Effy forces her other arm up, gritting her teeth as Jamie continues to work away at her arms, trying to turn this match into a grind of stamina and fortitude! 


Jake Mercer: Jamie, with both sets of hands still interlocked, pressing them both down again, applying her body weight to both to try and keep Effy down! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!!


Stew-O: Beautiful neck bridge by Effy allows her to kick out, even as Jamie kept both her arms against the mat! Defeated in the short term, Jamie releases her grip on Effy’s hands and backs up…


Flannery McCoy: BUT LEAPS FORWARD WITH AN ATTEMPTED STOMP TO THE THROAT OF EFFY-!!


Jake Mercer: Fortunately, Effy is able to avoid it, rolling to the side as the stomp lands against the canvas! And the tempo is beginning to pick up as Effy rolls to her feet, catching Jamie as she charges forward, slipping under an attempted clothesline! 


Stew-O: And she brings Jamie down to the mat with a quick backslide! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!!


Flannery McCoy: But Jamie still has more than enough fight to burst out of that attempt, immediately rolling to her feet-!


Jake Mercer: Where she is met with a stiff forearm by Effy, dropping her to one knee as the champion takes control of this match! Jamie clutches her jaw as Effy pulls her to her feet, laying her against the ropes as she runs the length of the ring! 


Stew-O: And as she hits the ropes she-…slips?


Flannery McCoy: I think Kendall Von just took a swipe at the heel of Effy, making her miss a step and stumble! The champion is not happy about it, spinning around on a dime to face Kendall who has already turned away from the ring, holding her phone up to her ear and allegedly speaking to someone over it.


Jake Mercer: Welp, that’s the nature of a match like this with intervention almost bound to happen. Kendall’s too close to the action to stay complacent, but Effy’s gotta focus on what’s happening inside the ring as-


Stew-O: Jamie takes advantage with a clubbing blow to the back, knocking her into the ropes! Effy rebounds off them, into the waistlock by Jamie who reels back, pulling Effy by the neck down with a vicious backstabber! The knees of Jamie drive right into her spine, leaving Effy writhing around on the mat! 


Flannery McCoy: Jamie wastes absolutely no time capitalizing on the opening Kendall created, and whether she appreciates the assist or not is another matter entirely! What matters is that the Interwire Champion is down, clutching at her back after that backstabber. 


Jake Mercer: And look at Jamie immediately changing gears! She isn’t interested in admiring her handiwork, she’s interested in making sure that lower back never gets a chance to recover! Effy tries to crawl toward the ropes, but Jamie is already on top of her, driving a knee between the shoulder blades before wrenching both arms backward! 


Stew-O: Effy grits her teeth, refusing to give Jamie the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but the pain is obvious! Jamie plants another knee square into the base of her back before yanking back even farther on both arms, bending Effy further and further! She’s practically trying to peel Effy’s shoulders out of their sockets while forcing all that pressure into the spine! 


Flannery McCoy: On the outside, Kendall finally lowers the phone from her ear… and she’s smiling.


Stew-O: I don’t think she was talking to anyone.


Jake Mercer: You don’t say?


Flannery McCoy: Saori certainly noticed what happened, but she’s remaining completely detached from it. 


Stew-O: Back inside the ring, Jamie is still working on that stretch, trying to press the back of her boot into Effy’s back instead of the knee, looking to turn this into almost a modified surfboard stretch! But as she adjusts, Effy begins to scuff her boots against the ground, trying to push herself up as Jamie is forced to follow up to a vertical base! 


Jake Mercer: And as the two of them make it to their feet, Effy immediately tries to spin out of it and break Jamie’s grip on her wrists, but Jamie spins along with her, refusing to bend! 


Flannery McCoy: Back and forth they go, struggling to keep control and build momentum, as Effy now begins to back up! Jamie is forced to adjust, and that allows Effy to grab at Jamie’s own wrists, finally breaking her grip! She maintains wrist control of one of them, and ripcords her around-! 


Stew-O: THE CLIMAX! THE KNEE CONNECTS AND LANDS RIGHT AGAINST THE NOSE OF JAMIE! EFFY IMMEDIATELY ROLLS INTO THE COVER! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


Jake Mercer: NO! KICK OUT BY JAMIE! She immediately grasps her nose, but she’s kept herself alive as a disappointed Effy clicks her tongue in annoyance. She knows that was as good an opportunity as any to put this match to bed, but Jamie is able to keep this match going despite losing the advantage.


Flannery McCoy: An admirable effort indeed, but she’s still gotta keep a proactive mindset, as Effy is far from done with her attack. Fresh from pulling herself up to her feet, she’s already calling for it. Jamie’s starting to stir, and Effy is warming up that arm! 


Stew-O: She rushes out of the corner, AND RAISES HER ARM FOR ‘PROTECT YA NECK!!’


Jake Mercer: DUCKED BY A DESPERATE JAMIE VALDEZ! SHE STUMBLES, BUT SLIDES UNDER THE CLOTHESLINE, AND EFFY RUNS RIGHT INTO THE ROPES! 


Flannery McCoy: SHE SPINS AROUND ON A DIME, LOOKING TO KEEP UP THE PRESSURE, BUT IS SIDE STEPPED AGAIN, KNOCKING RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE! BOTH ARE DISORIENTED, AND JAMIE IS LOOKING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE! 


Stew-O: JAMIE RUNS TOWARDS EFFY, LEAPING UP AND LOOKING FOR THAT FIERCE KICK-! BUT, EFFY STILL HAS IT SCOUTED, PUSHING HER TO THE GROUND AND RUSHING FORWARD FOR THE STORYBOOK ENDING! 


Jake Mercer: SCOUTED BY JAMIE, SHE PULLS BACK AND SHOVES EFFY BLINDLY INTO THE ROPES WHERE- OH LOOK WHO’S UP ON THE APRON!


(Meeting Effy by the ropes is the cocky grin of Kendall Von, leaning over the top and immediately getting the attention of the champion who marches over, fully intending to swing and knock her off!)


Flannery McCoy: KENDALL DROPS OFF ON HER OWN ACCORD, AND EFFY TURNS AROUND, RIGHT INTO JAMIE WHO REACHES UP AND RAKES HER NAILS RIGHT ACROSS THE EYES OF EFFY MCAVOY! 


Stew-O: EFFY IS STUMBLING, RIGHT INTO A ROLL UP BY JAMIE WHO HOLDS ONTO THE TIGHTS AS THE DAZED REFEREE SLIDES INTO THE COUNT!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


…


(DING! DING! DING!) 




(As soon as the bell rang, the pin released, and an irate Effy exploded out of the cover, reaching first for the referee and then for Kendall Von who has already begun to retreat up the ramp, that cocky grin imprinted on her expression as she sarcastically gave a round of applause.)


Jake Mercer: WOW! JAMIE VALDEZ JUST BEAT THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! 


Flannery McCoy: That’s a huge upset, and a massively important victory for Jamie who elated at the result, even if it took a bit of rule bending to accomplish it. This is still a massive feat! 


(Effy had left the ring, still frustrated by the interference by Kendall, leaving the ring to Jamie to celebrate. Visibly pleased by the result, she rose to her feet, ready to bask in her victory as ‘TEFLON DON’ resumed–)


(CRASH!!)


(The music cut immediately as Jamie was laid out in the ring, Saori Aizen standing over her with an almost chillingly cold demeanor, the Specialists Championship over her shoulder and a microphone in hand, slowly raising it up to her lips as she looked down at Jamie.)


Saori Aizen: Was that supposed to be impressive?


Saori Aizen: If that is your attempt at some sort of statement, as if you are capable of taking this away from me? You have utterly disappointed me. You are wholly outclassed and that did little to change my perception of you. Victory or not, you are a fool for thinking you could step up to me.


(Boos pour in as she steps around the ring, removing her gaze from Jamie as she walks.) 


Saori Aizen: As foolish as it might be, don’t let that stop you. It matters not to me.


(Saori let the microphone roll out of her hand, right on top of Jamie’s torso. ‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas soon followed, accompanying the champion as she walked past Jamie and out of the ring, bringing the match to a close as Dynasty pans elsewhere.)


(A commercial plays for The Odyssey, featuring Kai Rabeaux.)


Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!


Crowd: ONE FALL!


(‘New Devil’ by Asking Alexandria begins playing and Daryl Kinkade races out from the back to a mostly positive reaction from the crowd. He shuffles down the ramp, already feeling confident as he makes his way down to the ring. Kinkade runs up the steps and swings in, climbing the middle rope and pointing out.)


Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Norwich, England, he is the ‘KINK OF ELITE’ … DDDAAARRRRYYYLLLL! KKKIIIINNNNKKKKAAAAADDDDEEEEEEEEE!!!


(‘P.O.V.’ by Clipse & Tyler, The Creator hits the speakers next and Cy Henderson walks out from the back, his facial expression all business. He marches down to the ring, looking up at Daryl inside. Cy rolls in and steps to the center of the ring, raising his arms up. He lets it hang for a moment, before dropping back and swinging his shirt off, sending it over to the floor.)


Stephie Love: His opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, from New York City, New York, he is “THE FORCE OF NATURE” … CCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYY!!! HHHHHHEEEEEENNNDDDEEEERRRRSSSOOOONNNNN!!!


(DING DING DING!)


Stew-O: Both men enter this match with a lot to gain with a win, and you can tell just by the demeanor that they’re carrying here. Henderson and Kinkade engage in a collar & elbow tie-up, and it’s Cy who transitions into a waistlock. He bullies Daryl, heaving him off of the canvas and slamming him hard on the mat. Henderson grinds in that waistlock, forcing Daryl to wait for an opening to explode out and escape.


Jake Mercer: Kinkade slowly rolls to a seated position, fighting the grip of Henderson. Cy slowly rises with Daryl in his grasp, and Daryl tries to explode out, but Cy responds with an elbow to the center of the back! Another elbow, and he heaves Kinkade up for another mat return! He leans Kinkade on the canvas, continuing to work him down. Daryl shakes his head, slowly pushing up using the balls of his feet…


Flannery McCoy: He spins into a hammerlock, and Cy shakes his head. Daryl pushes on teh wrist, wrenching on the shoulder by extension. Cy reaches for the ropes, but Daryl takes the wrist and transitions to a wrist lock. He continues to twist at the hand, forcing Cy to reach forward and grab the ropes! The referee calls for a break, and Daryl slowly lets go of the hand of Henderson…


Stew-O: Just to kick him in the bicep instead! Cy stumbles off the ropes, shaking his head. Daryl quickly runs off the ropes, but Henderson brings him down with a shoulder block! He shakes out his arm, and runs the ropes, looking to follow through, but Daryl rolls, making him leap over! Cy is up, and he goes for another shoulder block — leapfrog from Kinkade!


Jake Mercer: Cy swivels back to Daryl, who brings him down with a beautiful dropkick! Henderson falls backwards, holding at his chest. Daryl drags him up and sends a forearm to the jaw, then a punch to the body. Cy falls against the ropes, and Kinkade takes the wrist, for an irish whip. Cy counters it, and this time, he drops down! Kinkade leaps over just in time, coming off the ropes…


Flannery McCoy: Hip toss from Henderson—no! Daryl cartwheels to his feet! He dropkicks Cy away, and Cy falls out through the middle rope. Kinkade kips up and he quickly runs off the ropes, prepared to take him out of commission, but Henderson trips him and drags him out of the ring, throwing him into the steel steps! Daryl goes down, and Cy pulls him up to his feet, sending a punch to the forehead.


Stew-O; He takes the wrist of Kinkade and sends him directly into the steel steps! Kinkade goes down, falling over in pain. Henderson drags Daryl up and he drags him towards the ramp, transitioning to a front headlock. He tries for a suplex on the ramp, but Kinkade starts throwing big punches to the abdomen! Another punch from Kinkade, and he swats the hand down, slapping Henderson away!


Jake Mercer: Henderson is on wobbly legs, as Daryl rushes in, only for Henderson to send him flying with a BACK BODY DROP on the ramp! Goodness! Kinkade cries out in agony,feeling at his back as it meets that steel with unforgiving impact! Cy turns around and drags Daryl up, taking him from the ramp and back into the ring. Henderson rolls in, pinning Kinkade.


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWW—


Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM HENDERSON! He holds at his back in pain, and Henderson sends a knee directly to the spine. He picks Daryl up and hooks his head and leg, wanting a fisherman’s suplex, but Daryl stalls it! Cy with another clubbing blow to the back, and he lifts him again! Daryl blocks it again! He punches the body, repeatedly! Daryl spins out, dropkicking Cy’s leg out!


Stew-O: Henderson falls to a kneel, and Kinkade slowly rises. He staggers forward, and runs off the ropes, fighting through the pain in his back as he sends a knee directly to the jaw of Henderson! Kinkade is at a disadvantage right now, and he knows it. Daryl exits to the apron, stumbling towards the turnbuckles.


Jake Mercer: Kinkade climbs all the way up to the top rope, waiting on Henderson to rise to his feet. As he does, Kinkade comes barreling off the top with a BEAUTIFUL missile dropkick! Cy is out of it, but Daryl can’t capitalize because of his back! He rolls over, slapping the mat. Kinkade slowly makes his way over to Henderson, who rolls away towards the ropes.


Flannery McCoy: Daryl rises up and he follows Cy to his feet. He nails him with an elbow to the jaw, and he takes him by the head, sending him to the ropes. Kinkade runs after Henderson as he goes off the ropes, drilling him with an european uppercut! Henderson staggers out to a kneeling position, and Kinkade runs off the ropes again, hitting him with a shining wizard! Henderson is down, and he hooks the legs…!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOO—


Stew-O: Cy gets his shoulder up! Daryl isn’t deterred, pulling Henderson up to his feet. He transitions into an arm wringer, and he leaps, slamming down on that shoulder. Henderson wheezes—could’ve easily dislocated it there! Kinkade does it again, and Henderson winces. Kinkade sees an opening, looking to run up the ropes for an arm drag-


Jake Mercer: Henderson with an elbow to the back! He grabs Daryl by the hair and he YANKS him off the ropes, slamming him down back first onto the canvas! Daryl’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and Henderson leaps into a stomp to the chest. Kinkade grimaces, and Cy pulls Daryl up. He throws the arm over his shoulder and lifts him up for a half-nelson backbreaker!


Flannery McCoy: This has been a very strong start for Henderson, who holds Kinkade over his knee and digs it into his spine. He presses his hand on the chin of Kinkade, making it extremely uncomfortable for him as he continues to keep the hold locked in.


Stew-O: Finally, Cy tosses Kinkade off of his knee and rises to his feet, shaking his head. He’s in the driver’s seat right now, and this isn’t going to bode well for Daryl whatsoever. He crawls to the ropes, slowly rising to his feet. Cy sees this and he responds with a corner lariat! He quickly snags Kinkade out of the corner, lifting him up for an EXPLODER SUPLEX!


Flannery McCoy: Kinkade is hurting right now and Cy knows it! He rises to his feet and he lifts Kinkade up to his feet. He tucks his head and hoists him up, trying for a buckle bomb—but Daryl reverses with a HURRICANRANA INTO THE MIDDLE ROPE! Kinkade bounces off, not expecting that whatsoever! Kinkade sees him on wobbly legs, and he leaps onto his shoulders into a POISON RANA THIS TIME!


Jake Mercer: Henderson did the best to absorb the impact but to no avail! Kinkade got him, and he’s still looking to keep the momentum going in his favor! He drags Cy to his feet and grabs him into a pumphandle position. Henderson does his best to fight out of it, but it’s no use as Kinkade lifts him up for ‘HAIL TO THE VICTOR!’ THE PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER, ONCE AGAIN DROPPING HIM ON HIS HEAD! Kinkade rolls him over and hooks the legs!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


Stew-O: ONLY FOR CY TO KICK OUT! Daryl doesn’t look pleased whatsoever, but Cy Henderson is one of the toughest guys you can go up against! Cy rolls over, grimacing. Daryl slaps the mat, but he pulls Henderson back up to his feet. He sees an opening and he quickly runs the ropes, leaping to the middle rope to try and capitalize! He jumps backwards for ‘DK—NO!’


Jake Mercer: Henderson catches him by the waist! He lifts him up high in the air, but Daryl wraps his legs around his waist, trying to heave him down for a victory roll. Henderson hangs onto him and deadlifts him right back up, marching into a back suplex! Henderson rises to his feet, stumbling to the ropes. He pulls on the top rope, waiting for Kinkade to get up to his feet!


Flannery McCoy: Kinkade rolls over and picks himself up off of the mat… Henderson bounces off the ropes, wasting no time! He takes him out with a LARI—NO! KINKADE BOOTS THE ARM! HENDERSON SPINS AS A RESULT, AND HE COMES BACK AROUND INTO THE ‘CYCLONE LARIAT!’ HE MAY HAVE BAITED KINKADE IN THERE! AND HE HOOKS THE LEGS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


Stew-O: DOESN’T MATTER! KINKADE GETS A SHOULDER UP! But unlike Kinkade, Cy shows his composure and immediately drags him up. He kicks him in the gut and grabs him by the head, snapping into a vertical suplex in the center of the ring. Kinkade holds at his back, grimacing. Cy pulls him up and sends another sledgehammer like blow to the back!


Jake Mercer: Henderson takes Kinkade by the hair and sends him off. He turns sideways to scoop him up, but Kinkade quickly counters into a satellite DDT! He spikes Henderson on the top of his head! Kinkade rolls to his fours, breathing heavily. These fans are watching carefully, as Kinkade rises to his feet and drags Cy up. He irish whips him into the corner, running in.


Flannery McCoy: A back elbow from Henderson! He turns around, but before he can think about his next move, Kinkade responds with an enzuigiri to the back of the head! He forcefully places Cy onto the middle rope, then traps his head against the top turnbuckle! CHEEKY NANDOS KICK!


Stew-O: Kinkade grabs the legs of Henderson and pulls him out of the corner, slamming him down with a powerbomb! Cy isn’t moving whatsoever, as Daryl bounces out of the turnbuckle and soars into a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Henderson clutches at his abdomen, and Kinkade quickly hooks the legs for the win!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHH–


Jake Mercer: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM HENDERSON! Kinkade sits up, and he’s gotta keep going! He rises to his feet and stomps the chest of Cy. Cy rolls over, coughing out in pain. Daryl pulls Cy up to his feet and meets him with a nasty knife edge chop. Cy staggers, and Daryl chops him again! Henderson grimaces, tensing up. Another chop from Kinkade, and Henderson falls against the ropes.


Flannery McCoy: Kinkade sends a knee to the body, and he grabs Cy by the wrist. He wants an irish whip, but Cy wraps his arm around the top rope! Kinkade tries again, but Cy stomps the toe and then swivels into a punch straight to the forehead! He sends Daryl across the ring and then scoops him up into military position when he comes his way!


Stew-O: Cy marches around the ring with Daryl in his possession, and then he slams him down with a VICIOUS military press powerslam! Kinkade may have gotten knocked out off of that impact, but Henderson isn’t quick to make the cover! He drags Kinkade up to his feet instead!


Jake Mercer: Cy quickly hooks the leg of Kinkade, but Kinkade fights it! He wants to lift him up, but Kinkade responds with a step-up enzugiri instead! Henderson is on wobbly legs! Kinkade rises to his feet and he handsprings off the ropes, wanting another one! But Cy catches him out of the air, forcing him to land onto his feet! A head tuck from Henderson, then a leg hook, and he heaves him up for ‘DOWNWARD SPIRAL!’ FISHERMAN BUSTER CONNECTS! HENDERSON TO THE COVER!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRR—


Flannery McCoy: BUT KINKADE KICKS OUT! Neither of these men are willing to go down tonight, and Cy is seething! He rises to his feet and drags Daryl up, sending repeated punches to the head! Kinkade is doing all that he can to cover up, but Cy is just beating on him with these punches to the head, then the body!


Stew-O: Kinkade staggers off the ropes, and Henderson runs behind him! He leaps forward, taking Kinkade down with a big bulldog! Kinkade bounces up to his feet off of the impact, and Henderson is already up, sending him crashing down to the canvas with a nasty big boot! Henderson stumbles off of the power he put into that, but he stands tall as if it was nothing.


Jake Mercer: He turns around and sends a stomp to the forehead of Kinkade. Cy drags Daryl up and scoops him onto his shoulder. He marches to the center of the ring, looking to put him down with ‘PHANTOM DEATH!’ but suddenly, Kinkade starts flailing his legs! He drops down, flipping it over!


Flannery McCoy: Kinkade runs forward, tossing Henderson with a LAWN DART into the top turnbuckle! Henderson falls back, clutching at the top of his head! Kinkade aims for his shot and he runs in to hit ‘BOW DOWN TO THE KINK!’ THE ELBOW CONNECTS! HENDERSON IS OUT OF IT! AND DARYL QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEGS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRRRRREE—


Stew-O: NO! ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM HENDERSON! Daryl quickly scoops him up off of the canvas and he sends repeated kicks to the head! He boots Henderson, which turns him on impact! Kinkade runs off the ropes and he takes Henderson down with a massive LARIAT! Henderson isn’t moving, but Kinkade pulls him back up to his feet! He runs off the ropes and hits a SECOND LARIAT!


Jake Mercer: Daryl won’t rest! He yanks Henderson off the canvas and he just starts battering him with elbows to the side of the head! Henderson is on wobbly legs right now, as Daryl runs past him and leaps to the middle rope! HERE IT COMES! ‘DKO!’ THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS! CY IS OUT OF IT! KINKADE HOOKS THE LEGS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRRRRREE—


Flannery McCoy: BUT HENDERSON KICKS OUT AGAIN! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Daryl is LIVID right now! Nonetheless, he’s gotta keep going! The longer this match goes, the more that it favors Cy, and he knows that! He pulls Cy up to his feet, and he leaps to the middle rope a second time!


Stew-O: HE DIVES OFF FOR ‘DKO’ — ONLY FOR HENDERSON TO CATCH HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! Kinkade went to the well one too many times and now he’s going to pay for it! ‘RISING TIDE!’ NO! KINKADE LANDS ONTO HIS FEET AT THE LAST SECOND! Cy is laying on his side, and Kinkade runs into the STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!


Jake Mercer: Henderson raises his knees up! Kinkade falls back, clutching his ribs in pain! Henderson rolls over, and he grabs Kinkade by the head and leg, lifting him up for ‘DOWNWARD SPIRAL!’ THE FISHERMAN BUSTER CONNECTS, AND HE DROPPED DARYL DIRECTLY ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! Now it’s Cy who’s in the driver’s seat, as he makes the cover!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRRRRREEEEE—


Flannery McCoy: SHOULDER UP! Cy rolls off of Daryl, and this match grows more and more intense by the second! Daryl lies there, gasping for air. Cy crawls towards the ropes, making his way over. He rolls underneath the apron, taking his sweet time, as he uses all that he’s got to get up to his feet.


Stew-O: While he does that, Kinkade is still trying to recover as well! He holds his neck, meanwhile, Cy is beginning to climb up top! He steadies himself atop the ropes, watching Daryl slowly … but surely … pick his body up off of the canvas. Cy nods, it’s now or never, as he jumps into the DIVING LEGDROP BULLDOG! RIGHT ONTO THAT HURT NECK! AND CY MAKES ANOTHER COVER!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRRRR—


Jake Mercer: Kinkade shoots his shoulder up just in time! Cy is on his fours, glaring at the referee. Kinkade is still feeling that one, though! Cy drags Kinkade up to his feet, and he grabs him up into an argentine rack again! He wants ‘RISING TIDE’, but Kinkade grabs the top rope just in time!


Stew-O: The referee is trying to get Cy to release the hold, but Cy is trying to power through and carry him into the ring anyways! Daryl won’t go for it, as he sends constant back elbows to the back of Cy’s head! He adjusts himself, slipping free to the apron! Cy swings for Kinkade, who ducks underneath and sends him back with a hotshot! Cy falls back, down to his knees.


Flannery McCoy: Now, Daryl grabs the top rope and he goes to launch himself up to the top rope—but SOMEONE grabs him by the ankle! What the hell?! 


Stew-O: OH YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! IT’S STERLING LUXE! CHRIS ELITE’S MANAGER IS HERE TO DISTRACT KINKADE!


Daryl Kinkade: (off-mic) OFF ME!


Stew-O: Daryl kicks Sterling away, sending him stumbling backwards! Daryl then turns back to the ring and springboards up for a diving elbow—but HE’S CAUGHT IN MID-AIR! ‘CALAMITY!’ HENDERSON JUST RAN RIGHT THROUGH HIM! KINKADE GETS SENT RIGHT DOWN ONTO THAT BAD BACK! AND HENDERSON HOOKS THE LEGS!


OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!


TTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!


TTTTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!


(DING DING DING!)


Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, CCCYYYYY! HEENNDDDERRRSSOOONNN!!


(Henderson sits up and looks at Kinkade, then Luxe, mildly irritated at how the match ended. He rises to his feet and the referee tries to raise his arm, but he waves the ref off. Henderson exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, as Sterling climbs onto the apron and smirks.)


Jake Mercer: That was a great match between Cy Henderson and Daryl Kinkade, completely ruined because of the games of Chris Elite and Sterling Luxe, but you’ve gotta be kidding me… we can’t even dwell on it for long!


Stew-O: I’m sure Cy wanted to send a direct message to Kirk Redwood, but that’s going to be delayed thanks to their antics! Nonetheless, this is just ridiculous!


Sterling Luxe: (off-mic) Oh c’mon! Did you really think you were gonna beat Cy? You gotta be smarter than that Daryl, you never stood a cha–


(Despite the pain that he’s in, Kinkade finds it in himself to get to his feet and grab Sterling by his shirt and force him against the turnbuckles!)


Daryl Kinkade: (off-mic) WHERE THE HELL IS HE?! WHERE’S CHRIS, HUH?


(Daryl grits his teeth through the pain, pressuring Luxe further against the turnbuckle, as he howls out.)


Sterling Luxe: (off-mic) Heh! Right behind you!


(*WHACK!*)


Flannery McCoy: GOODNESS! CHRIS ELITE JUST DROVE A STEEL CHAIR DIRECTLY INTO THE BACK OF KINKADE! HE COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND, HOLDING AT HIS BACK!


Stew-O: AND NOW CHRIS JUST SLAMS THAT CHAIR OVER HIS BODY, OVER AND OVER! SOMEBODY GET SOME DAMN HELP OUT HERE!


(Daryl rolls over, yelling out. Chris continues to beat him down with the chair, then backs up, motioning to Sterling.)


Chris Elite: (off-mic) GET HIM UP! GET HIM UP!


(Sterling happily obliges and drags Daryl up, holding him by the arms. Kinkade is too weak to fight back, and Chris winds back the chair with all of his might, SLAMMING it over the top of Daryl’s head! Kinkade collapses, and blood starts gushing out of his head on impact. The crowd boos as Chris mounts him, grabbing him by the hair and punching him, digging into that cut until more blood spews out.)


Jake Mercer: Chris Elite has reduced Daryl Kinkade to a bloody mess, and this is just too much! We still have a full program to go for you here on Dynasty—but damn it, it would be nice to go to a commercial break!


Flannery McCoy: Sterling Luxe is just parading around the ring like a clown while Chris just beats the life out of Kinkade! Daryl is unconscious, and Chris rises to his feet, picking up that chair with a Daryl Kinkade-sized dent in it.


(Chris raises the chair up to even more boos from the crowd, as medics enter the ring to tend to a bloodied Kinkade, while Dynasty finally cuts away.)


(Fading away from the ringside, the shot travels backstage. Michael Belfort has a microphone in hand and is on standby.)


Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in. I am Michael Belfort, and after the harrowing attack that was unleashed on NICK last week, many were left concerned about his physical well-being. He was blindsided before his match against Michael Machina and his condition was further exacerbated due to the contest.


(A replay begins, highlighting the tail end of the bout. Eventually, Michael gets the win, and medical personnel immediately swarm in as they see for themselves how badly wounded NICK was.)


(The recap ends. Michael nods, but a more serious look dons his face.)


Michael Belfort: I spoke with Tyrone Montgomery moments prior to get an official update, and the general manager has stated that due to the significance of his injuries, NICK will be out for an undetermined time; thus, he will be unable to be present for the upcoming Reckless Wiring MLE.


(The fans react with a mixture of shock, anger and disappointment.)




Stew-O: Goodness. What horrible luck. We know that NICK was looking forward to making up for the loss at Pain for Pride and getting himself settled with the new competition here on Dynasty, but the unknown assailant has effectively ruined that for him. 


Jake Mercer: :lupe: !! Definitely alarming. I mean, what if the person responsible for this isn’t only targeting him? The safety of our talent could be in jeopardy!


Michael Belfort: Tyrone has assured that he is currently launching an investigation to figure out who the perpetrator is. In the meantime, he asks for everyone to send their well wishes to NICK, who we can only hope will recover quickly. That is all we have available at the moment. Thank you, and please, enjoy the rest of the show.


(The transmission ends, but the fans remain largely unhappy given the somber news.)


Flannery McCoy: Hopefully the investigation can end quickly so that we can be provided with more clearcut information, especially as it pertains to who did it. But for now, we will have to wait—and I hope that NICK is doing okay despite these frustrating circumstances. 


(From there, the shot transitions back to ringside.)


(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)


Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!


Crowd: ONE FALL!


(‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds with immense reactions. Chris Elite emerges from the back with a confident & focused expression on his face, nodding to the reactions as he walks down the ramp looking forward to the match tonight as he sets his eyes onto the ring ahead.) 


Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 210 pounds… CHRISSSSSSSS, ELITE!!!


Stew-O: Chris Elite is vying for a momentum bringer tonight that could allow him to set the most prominent pace possible for himself! He has been looking for the most emphatic way possible to bring himself as much of the advantage necessary, and this can absolutely do it. 


Flannery McCoy: Absolutely, this is exactly what Chris Elite needs to come out of with a win in order to put himself on the best path possible. Although that will be easier said than done, as he’s got quite the test ahead of himself with his opponent tonight, who will be a colossal task for him to take on! 


(‘Partition [Smearcase Trap Remix]’ by Beyoncé can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds loudly for the arrival of Kassidy Heart. Kassidy makes her way from the back & to the stage, with the camera emphasizing hyper focused attention upon her every step, panning upward to the EAW Hall of Famer herself, who grins lowly as she looks toward the ring.) 


Stephie Love: And introducing her opponent! From Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 141 pounds… ‘THE MAULER’, KASSIDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HEART!!!! 


Stew-O: And here she is, looking to venture into the same waters that she has always been able to step into without a second thought. To go against Chris, another competitor who looks to thrive under such pressure, will prove to be very enticing for Kassidy to partake in. 


Jake Mercer: Now Chris will have to compete against HER of all people, and that’s gonna be as tall of a damn task as anybody could possibly face, as Kassidy Heart is looking to make as much of an example out of Chris Elite as she can! 


(DING! DING! DING!) 


Stew-O: AND HERE WE GO! Chris Elite & Kassidy Heart will go taking on each other in this match up tonight—AS THEY IMMEDIATELY RUSH TO THE CENTER! CHRIS IS LOOKING TO FIRE BACK AS KASSIDY WON’T ENTERTAIN STARTING OFF SLOW! Each forearm is sounding off but Kassidy is able to garner the edge here in the early makings of this match, Chris will have to watch himself very closely against Kassidy Heart of all people! 


Flannery McCoy: As Kassidy is mounting up all of the forearms now!! Chris is being knocked back considerably as the EAW Hall of Famer is letting every single forearm ring off without a second thought, making Chris cover up against the ropes as the referee is looking to count down—BUT ONE GLANCE from the Mauler makes the official think twice before doing so! Now Kassidy gets to return right back to the pressure being applied in accordance with the match—


Jake Mercer: BUT CHRIS SENDS A ‘SNOOZE’ AROSS HER JAW! RIGHT HOOK!!! And now Chris is sending the pain forward as elbow after elbow is being pressured into the jaw of Kassidy Heart! There’s no stopping him as we’ve been made real aware of how there won’t be any need for a disqualification between these two tonight! Chris has Kassidy backed into the corner, and he’s sending every elbow that he can against her temple here! This is already moving crazy! 


Stew-O: BUT KASS SHOVES CHRIS—AND NAILS A SWIFT ENZIGURI THAT KNOCKS ELITE OFF GUARD! Chris drops to a knee, trying to shake off the rattling that is going on in his head here WHILE KASS IS ABLE TO NAIL A ‘HEART STOPPER’ THIS TIME!!! The punch across his chest causes Chris to back himself away for the moment, trying to shake off all of the damage inflicted thus far while Kassidy is rising back to her feet all the same! 


Flannery McCoy: As Kassidy is now rushing the ropes, and rushing further along—BEFORE SHE BEAMS RIGHT TOWARD CHRIS ELITE WITH AN IMMENSE ‘GO TO GAWD’!!! A spear with ALL of the emphasis placed behind it as Chris has been dropped down, with Kassidy Heart now quickly rushing to hook the leg as the referee counts away! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THREE—


Jake Mercer: NO! CHRIS KICKS OUT—BUT KASSIDY IMMEDIATELY APPLIES THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR AS HE RAISES HIS ARM TO KICK OUT! The arm bar has been applied and now Chris will have to immediately worry about not getting his arm snapped off here if he wants to get himself out of this position! Chris will have to figure out his own way out of this spot that he’s trapped in, but he’s very much conscious enough to do so! 


Stew-O: As Chris is now rising to his feet!!! Kassidy is trying to hold on, while Chris is doing all that he can to muster up all of the strength needed to get himself out of this submission! The former World Champion doesn’t let another moment go to waste, now HOISTING KASSIDY FROM THE CANVAS & LOOKING TO SPIKE HER DOWN ONTO THE MAT IN RETURN—BUT IT APPEARS TO NOT BE ENOUGH! 


Flannery McCoy: ‘CAUSE KASS’ CATCHES CHRIS OFF GUARD WITH ‘THE SHINING’!!! Chris has been forced into another difficult situation as this may be an even more demanding submission to find himself trapped within! Kassidy is holding on, shaking her own head as she sees that Chris hasn’t had an answer for the submission game she provides right now! Chris has nowhere to go after initiating the slam! 


Jake Mercer: BUT ELITE IS ABLE TO POWER HIMSELF UPWARD BY HOISTING KASSIDY HEART—AND SLAMMING HER AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE THIS TIME!!! Kassidy is forced to let go as now Chris is recovering, shaking off the arm here while the multi time World Champion has her eyes steady on Chris once more, RUSHING AHEAD & LOOKING FOR THE SHOTGUN DROPKICK—


Stew-O: BUT CHRIS CATCHES KASSIDY’S FOOT AFTER SIDESTEPPING—AND ALLOWS FOR A SWIFT BACKSLIDE DRIVER TO TAKE HER DOWN!!! Kassidy is left in the trouble to come here as Chris is looking to get the better of her much more extensively! Kassidy keeps herself situated in a conscious state, not allowing herself to be prone on the canvas or else Chris will make the most out of any opportunity that can be given—


Flannery McCoy: ‘TILL CHRIS PULLS KASSIDY OVER—AND ALLOWS FOR A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB TO GO THROUGH FROM HERE!!! Kassidy is rolling backward after the impact as Chris has taken control now! The EAW Hall of Famer is bringing himself upward, nodding to himself as he takes hold of her wrist, BEFORE PULLING HER FORWARD AND RIGHT INTO A DISCUS LARIAT!!!! Chris soon hooks the leg for the cover as the referee is counting away! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THR—


Jake Mercer: KICK OUT—AS CHRIS IS QUICKLY DRAGGING KASSIDY UPWARD! Kassidy is being left in the whirlwind here as now Chris is looking to mount even more of the pressure from here, with Kassidy being propped over his shoulder, this could only mean one thing from here! Chris raises the hold as he’s LOOKING FOR THE ‘44 BULLDOG’ LAWN DART THROW FROM HERE’!


Stew-O: BUT KASS CAUGHT THE ARM—AND SHE YANKS CHRIS’S SHOULDER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! Chris is immediately clutching onto his shoulder as he’s trying to shake it off all that he can, turning himself back toward where Kassidy is located—AS A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK CAUSES ELITE TO ROLL BACKWARD UPON IMPACT!! Kassidy Heart is presenting all of the heart stopping ability in full display as Chris has been rocked beyond belief here! 


Flannery McCoy: As Kassidy is able to bring herself back up to her own two feet, looking toward Chris with a grin on her own face while Chris is trying to get herself back into motion, but this is surely becoming all the more of an issue for him the longer that this match will continue to play in her favor, AS KASSIDY ALLOWS FOR A DRAGON SUPLEX TO SPIKE CHRIS ELITE DOWNWARD ONTO HIS OWN NECK AS WELL!!! Chris finds himself in the continuous struggle as Kassidy is now hooking the leg once more from here! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THR—


Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! Chris is able to kick out as this match continues further! Kassidy is grimacing as she knows much more will need to be done in order to beat the fellow Hall of Famer! Kassidy finds herself situated over the champion, now trying to rock the hell out of him with repeated elbows across his temple here! Blood is being spilt! She doesn’t want to let up as long as she can keep on putting Chris down, not looking to slow down with the pace this match has set! 


Stew-O: As she finds herself backing away, with Chris steadily rising up to a knee while Kassidy is looking to make the absolute most out of what she can possibly do from here, looking for a ROUNDHOUSE—BUT CHRIS CATCHES THE LEG!! Kassidy is left hopping on a leg while Chris shakes his head as he glares toward the multi-time World Champion, having no interest in being placed in the ringer AS KASSIDY LAUNCHES FOR AN ANOTHER ENZIGURI—


Flannery McCoy: BUT ELITE DUCKS UNDER—AND SENDS KASSIDY SPIRALLING DOWNWARD ‘FUSION DANCE’ FOR AS MUCH IMPACT AS POSSIBLE!!!! An immense counter from the former World Champion as Kassidy is sent crashing onto the back of her own neck there, with Heart now in for the struggle as Chris maintains the bridging time in order to maintain the pin! The referee slides himself over to the immediate count! 


ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THR—


Jake Mercer: KICK OUT!! Kassidy shoots the arm upward yet Chris is maintaining the grasp that he has around Kassidy’s waist!! Kassidy is trying to bring herself upward, able to rise to a knee while Chris is following suit by keeping his hands clasped together & refusing to let go of the Hall of Famer as well! Heart is looking to bring herself upward, able to do so in enough of a quickened manner as she gets his hands onto Chris’s grasp, trying to pry him off from herself—


Stew-O: BUT CHRIS DELIVERS A NORTHERN LIGHTS  SUPLEX TO DRIVE KASSIDY DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS ONCE AGAIN!! Kassidy is growing visibly frustrated through the pressure that she’s being placed through as Chris is now refusing to let up! Heart finds herself struggling all the more as Chris is refusing to slow down even more, a moment where Kassidy is looking to return back to some semblance of form as she’s sending back elbows! She’s trying to pry herself free once again despite the grip that Chris has BEFORE BEING LAUNCHED AGAIN!! 


Flannery McCoy: AS A DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX FOLLOWS UP FROM THERE!!! Kassidy’s looking more pissed off by the second as this is taking its toll on her, that is the pressure that has brought her down & crashing onto the canvas! Chris is rising upward and essentially forcing Kassidy to bolster herself upward in the process, shaking his own head vigorously while Kassidy’s gritting her teeth, as Chris pulls Kassidy directly into position for the ‘FACE VALUE’ RIGHT FROM HERE NOW—


Jake Mercer: KASSIDY SHIFTS HER WEIGHT INWARD & BEHIND ELITE WITH ‘STARGAZING’!!! Chris is now clutching onto his own head here as he’s caught up at the moment! This was not panning out the best for Kass but she’s able to make the turnaround with Chris being spiked onto the canvas, enough of the pressure that’s keeping him from employing as much of the offense that he’s been able to dish out against his opponent tonight! 


Stew-O: BEFORE KASSIDY POUNCES ONTO CHRIS WITH ‘THE SHINING’ AGAIN!!! LEAPING TRIANGLE CHOKE CATCHES CHRIS OFF GUARD HERE!! More of the submission advantage taking place from the Hall of Famer in order to wear down Chris further and potentially put him to sleep in order to put the former World Champion down!!! Kassidy is clutching on & refusing to let up while Chris is able to maintain himself accordingly, refusing to drop down yet Kassidy’s wrapping her legs around his waist to coil the pressure further! 


Flannery McCoy: As Chris is now dropping down to a knee, with all of the problems that Kassidy has been able to provide against Chris now catapulting into what can be the end of this match! Chris is finding himself in deep trouble the longer that the sleeper hold is able to maintain itself, as he’s trying to keep himself from going completely dormant as the referee is keeping a strong eye on him! Chris is slipping a bit here as Kassidy feels that victory is inching closer and closer as long as she can keep this submission applied—


Jake Mercer: CHRIS SHIFTS INWARD WITH AN EMPHATIC ELBOW RIGHT ACROSS THE SKULL OF KASS!!! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! BLOOD DRAWN FOR BOTH NOW! Kassidy has to let go of the hold as she’s struggling again after Chris just took one hell of an alley oop to get Kassidy to stop too! Now he’s rising back up and collecting his bearings again as Heart is doing the same, refusing to be kept at bay as Chris may be looking to ensure there’s another route of putting his opponent down! But Kassidy is refusing to stay down!!! Kass rushes ahead & looks to take him down—


Stew-O: WITH A DISCUS LARIAT—BUT KASS DUCKS UNDER AS CHRIS RUSHES THE ROPES!! Chris misses with the lariat as he finds himself unable to stop the momentum, rebounding from the ropes in order to rush back toward Kassidy and make momentum return to his side again YET HE’S CAUGHT BY ANOTHER ‘GO TO GAWD’ SPEAR THAT STOPS HIM IN HIS TRACKS!!! The spear puts Chris back down, now looking to make the most out of this time by hooking the leg as she can win right here! 


ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THREE—


Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! ELITE IS STILL IN THIS! Kassidy is feeling the wherewithal set in here as she wants to win this match sooner than later! Kass now finds herself backing off, as Chris is languishing around & trying to settle into a proper position here while on the crawl! Kassidy’s eyes are widened as she has all of her focus emphasized on Chris, looking to put this match behind her & end it with what can bring her this victory AS SHE’S RUSHING AHEAD FOR THE ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’—


Jake Mercer: THE STIFF LARIAT FROM ELITE TURNS KASSIDY INSIDE OUT!!!! Kassidy is rocked as she’s just as wide eyed in delirium, rolling herself over to the ropes as she’s got to recollect herself here, this may not end up going too well for her here if she can’t find a way out of this predicament! Chris is looking to bring himself right on over, as there’s no other way that this can possibly go as he’s now seeing that Kassidy in a highly compromised spot here, leading him to rush those ropes before RUNNING BACK—


Stew-O: WITH ‘OPEN YA MATA’!!! V-TRIGGER STAGGERS KASSIDY!!! Chris drags Kassidy over the ropes and doesn’t let up as he’s now got her vulnerable from here, and he makes the run to the ropes & back as he NAILS HER WITH ‘OPP SPOTTER’!!! Chris hooks the leg as the referee now rushes himself to the cover, the former World Champion looking to garner victory! 


ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


THREE—


Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! STILL NOT OVER! Kassidy is able to remain in this match as Chris is wide-eyed, understanding that far more will need to be done in order to see to it that he retains before House of Glass! Chris backs himself away from Kassidy, with his hands clutched onto his own head as he’s feeling the frustration! He can declare the end of this match to come right here if he plays his cards right! Chris has the match ready for the closure AS HE’S RUSHING AHEAD & LEAPING OFF FOR THE ‘BOX OFFICE SMASH’—


Jake Mercer: KASSIDY CATCHES ELITE WITH A SUDDEN HEADBUTT THAT STOPS HIM IN HIS TRACKS!!! Chris is wide eyed as he’s now left on a knee, with Kassidy rising up to her feet as the blood is made all the more apparent from both of their faces! And Kass can only grin from ear to ear as she’s SENDING A STIFF ELBOW ACROSS HIS JAW!!! AS CHRIS IS TRYING TO PUT UP THE FIGHT THAT KASSIDY WELCOMES IN MOMENTS LIKE THIS!!! 


Stew-O: AND THEY BOTH HAVE THEIR HEADS SET AGAINST ONE ANOTHER! THIS IS SURELY THE BLOODFEST THAT PAINTS THE CANVAS! KASSIDY WITH A FOREARM! ELITE WITH A FOREARM! THEY ARE REFUSING TO GIVE WAY HERE AS THIS IS PANNING OUT ALL THE MORE INTENSELY AS CHRIS SENDS A BOOT INTO KASSIDY TO KNOCK HER BACK—


Flannery McCoy: WHILE KASSIDY RETURNS WITH ‘THE RAPTURE’!!! CHRIS IS DAZED AS THE KICK BLASTS ELITE ACROSS THE JAW! AND NOW KASSIDY GRITS HER TEETH AS SHE GETS BEHIND CHRIS, AND SOON BEFORE LONG—SHE’S GOT THE ‘NECROMAULER’ APPLIED!! CHRIS HAS NO MEANS OF ESCAPE HERE AS KASSIDY IS TRYING TO PUT HIM DOWN FOR GOOD! BUT, CHRIS—




Flannery McCoy: PUSHES OFF THE ROPES WITH HIS FOOT!!! HE’S ABLE TO ROLL BACK & MAKE KASSIDY FALTER BACK AS WELL TO ROLL OVER—ONLY FOR KASS’ TO SHOOT BACK UP & NAIL ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’!!!! SHE DROPS OVER CHRIS WITH THE COVER FROM THERE! 


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! 


(DING! DING! DING!) 


Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. KASSIDYYYYYYY HEART!!!!  


Stew-O: And that spells a guaranteed victory for Kassidy tonight—THAT IS IMMEDIATELY INTRUDED ON AS DELANEY IS OUT HERE & TACKLING KASS WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT!!! MAKING SURE TO DO SO AS KASSIDY’S BACK WAS TURNED!!! Kassidy turns over and she’s firing back from under as Delaney is absolutely irate from what happened earlier on in this very event! 


Flannery McCoy: And while that’s going on—DARYL YANKS CHRIS AWAY FROM THE APRON & ONTO RINGSIDE TO RAIN STRIKES UPON ELITE! CHRIS MAY HAVE LOST, BUT HE’S RETURNING THE FIRE AS MUCH AS HE CAN DESPITE THAT AS THERE’S CHAOS PANNING OUT RIGHT NOW! 


Jake Mercer: DELANEY IS TRYING TO FIRE BACK AS KASSIDY IS TURNING HER OVER & TAKING MOUNT! KASSIDY RETURNS WITH ELBOWS OF HER OWN AS THE SECURITY IS ALL PILING INTO THE SETTING, LOOKING TO SEPARATE THESE TWO TO THE BEST OF THEIR ABILITY! ABSOLUTELY ALL OF THE CHAOS BETWEEN THESE TWO DISTINCT TANDEM THROWDOWNS! 


(The chaos continues as security are separating Kassidy 
& Delaney in mass, with both elitists rather intent on focusing on one another & continuing to dish out the punishment, as well as Daryl & Chris being separated off from one another at ringside as they’re all spouting toward one another, leaving off with a rather chaotic end after the closing of the match.) 


(A commercial plays for Bloodsport.)


(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on Michael Belfort, as the Dynasty Backstage Correspondent is seen standing by with a microphone in his hand and a smile on his face as he begins to speak.)


Michael Belfort: Welcome! We are just moments away from our main event of the evening in what has been a jam-packed show. Right now, though, please welcome my guest at this time… Brianna Hill!


(The crowd cheers loudly as Brianna Hill is seen making her way into the scene, bearing a smile on her face as she glances over at Michael.)


Michael Belfort: Thank you for joining us, Brianna. 


Brianna Hill: Of course. 


Michael Belfort: First, I’d like to ask… there’s no doubt that you’re going to be watching this match closely, right?


Brianna Hill: I mean, do I really have a choice? Michael Machina is one of two people I just so happened to start issues with on my first week here on Friday Night Dynasty; there’s no doubt that he’s got his eyes on me. But at the same time, I want him to know that I’m not just anyone who is going to back down from anything. I’m going to stand my ground, and if he thinks that he can just humiliate me for his own benefit, try and get himself closer to the World Heavyweight Championship at my expense, then he’s really going to have to think twice about it. 


Michael Belfort: :wow: Bold statement. Do you believe that a match against yourself, BRAE, and Michael Machina is inevitable?


Brianna Hill: I wouldn’t be surprised. I know a lot of people think that I’m biting off more than I can chew, but for the past couple of years I have done nothing but hold my ground in the face of adversity, adversity that has been tougher and stronger than me, and I have beaten them. It may be asking for too much to come out on top, but at the same time, I feel as though people seem to forget the type of impact that Brianna Hill can have on a roster given the right opportunity, and I’m going to show that against two of Dynasty’s best if it comes down to it. 


(Brianna beams as the crowd inside of the arena cheers loudly.)


Brianna Hill: But…


(Brianna trails off as she’s speaking, her eyes wandering to someone who is watching in the distance.)


BRAE: Don’t mind me; I was just observing what you had to say. Quite interesting how you choose to position yourself; in a way, I guess we all have something to prove on this brand regardless of how long we’ve been here for. But I feel as though you started an issue that you can’t just back out of on your own volition. 


Brianna Hill: Trust me, I know. 


(BRAE chuckles as he approaches, the two of them coming face-to-face.)


BRAE: I don’t expect you to understand; it took me a little bit to understand it myself. But the one thing that I will say is that I do hope that you’re able to back up what you say. I’ve met so many people during my time here whose words meant nothing when that bell rang, and they didn’t have the capabilities that they claimed, which ended up being very disappointing. All I want is some good competition to sink my teeth into; it’s not too wrong to ask. 


Brianna Hill: Well, I’ll tell you right now that you’re not going to be disappointed. Neither you nor Machina if he thinks of bringing himself back into our business. 


BRAE: I am more than welcoming of whatever he has to bring to the table. It is clear to me that he’s emotional right now after losing the World Title, and that’s okay. I just want to clear one misconception with him, and that’s that if there is anyone who is fit to represent Friday Night Dynasty, it’s me. And if I have to beat him *again* in order to prove it… then that’s a fight that I’m ready for, trust me. 


Brianna Hill: Well, just know it’s not just him that you have to go through; I’m here as well. And I’m not going to allow you to make a fool out of me for your benefit. 


BRAE: I’m counting on it. 


???: Imma give you some time to take back those words before I come over there and kick your ass. 


(BRAE turns around as Michael Machina is seen making his way into the scene. He’s fitted in his ring gear, preparing for his match coming up next, as he glances over at both of them.)


Michael Machina: I’m tired of the talking, the rambling, all the back and forth. When are we gonna get to the action? When are the two of you gonna back up a single iota of what you’ve said inside of that ring? Because I have, I *know* I have. BRAE is over here talking about being the heart of Friday Night Dynasty, but there’s just one problem with that, and that’s the fact that there’s a huge Machine-shaped elephant in the room that he refuses to address. 


BRAE: You want to talk about proof? Well, I feel as though I’ve proved myself more than you’d like to give me credit for, Machina, and that’s to your detriment. I’ve beaten you in the past, and even though a whole lot has changed since then, with two World Titles under your belt, it by no means shows that I have gone stagnant in that period. I have grown stronger to the point where I believe I can be the next World Heavyweight Champion, and if you want to try and chalk it up to stubbornness or some form of foolishness, then you can; that’s your choice. But at the same time, don’t think that I’m scared of proving otherwise. 


Brianna Hill: Alright, look, this is cute and all. You’ve spent the past couple of weeks rehashing the same narratives and reopening old wounds, but when are you going to realize that your biggest threat of getting anywhere on this brand is standing right in front of you? I am tired of the disrespect that I am being given by two people who I know that I can beat! So let’s not get all of this started when you KNOW that I am not just going to be the type of person who lays down for the likes of you. 


Michael Machina: THAT’S cute… but frankly, I couldn’t give less of a damn. You might be new to this brand, but you got yourself into this situation, and it’s clear that you lack some common sense, so I’m going to be the one to beat it into you along with BRAE. Hopefully that will be enough to put to bed this very unnecessary competition between us. 


BRAE: If you want, then we are more than welcome to settle this RIGHT HERE-


???: Everyone! Everyone! Calm down, please!


(The three of them stop, as they turn to see Tyrone Montgomery, who has rushed out of his office, seeing the commotion that they’re causing backstage.)


Tyrone Montgomery: You couldn’t have done this out in the ring? You *had* to do it right in front of my office?


Brianna Hill: Sorry…?


Tyrone Montgomery: Whatever. Anyway, it’s been made apparent to me that the three of you have some issues that need to be settled heading into the new season, so let’s finally take the time to put this to bed. At Reckless Wiring, it is going to be Michael Machina versus Brianna Hill versus BRAE in a triple threat match!


(The crowd inside of the arena is heard cheering loudly as all three of them have an expression that they almost knew this was going to be inevitable. Machina crosses his arms, not looking impressed just yet.)


Michael Machina: What’s the catch? 


Tyrone Montgomery: Well, I’m getting there if you’d let me finish… 


(Tyrone composes himself, as he goes on.)


Tyrone Montgomery: Not only that, but the winner of this match will go on to Territorial Invasion to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship!


(A loud reaction is heard once more for the announcement, as all three Elitists look more than happy about this.)


Brianna Hill: Fine by me. 


BRAE: I have been waiting a very… very long time for this. 


Michael Machina: I haven’t been deprived as you two have of a World Title; let’s call a spade a spade. But people seem to have underestimated recently just how far I’ll go to get it back. I understand that the two of you have your dreams and ambitions that you’ve been working on, but I’m gonna put it to bed right now, ‘cause there’s only one person who deserves to fight for that title at Territorial Invasion and it’s me. 


(Machina glares at both of them.)


Michael Machina: One year ago at that exact event, I beat Cy Henderson to win my second World Title, kickstarting a reign that has become undeniable in the ethos of this company. I could be content with that, but I’m not, and if I have to work my ass off around here to get to where I need to be, meanwhile my opponent in the ring just has to ask and get a title shot, then so be it; I’ll work my ass off like I’ve done for three years and counting without fail. But I’ll leave the two of you with a warning, one that you should take heed of before it comes back around and bites you in the ass. 


(Machina leans forward, continuing to stare a hole into them.)


Michael Machina: You’re one goddamn fool if you think I’m gonna let the World Heavyweight Title slip from me again.


(The crowd inside the arena cheers loudly as both BRAE and Brianna glare at Michael Machina. After a moment, he focuses back in, beginning to jump in place.)


Michael Machina: Now if you don’t mind… I got a Bullet From Hell waiting for the King inside the ring. I’d recommend that neither of you get involved. 


(Machina continues his walk as he begins to head to Gorilla Position. BRAE and Brianna glance at one another; even though it’s clear that there is a level of animosity between the three of them, they were never going to consider doing that in the first place.)


BRAE: Here is me telling you personally that I will not be stopped solely because of you or him. I hope you know what you signed up for. 


(Brianna chuckles, nodding her head.)


Brianna Hill: I hope for your sake that’s true, BRAE. 


(Brianna turns around and makes her way out of the scene, as BRAE watches her leave with a smirk on his face, heading toward the opposite direction. It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)


(A commercial plays for Midsummer Massacre.)


Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!


Crowd: ONE FALL!


Stephie Love: AND IT IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!


(“Equus” by Ne Obliviscaris began blaring through the speakers to loud cheers as King Sulvahn IV proudly emerged from behind the stage curtains, hyping up the audience as he does. He begins making his way down the ramp, handing off his customized weight belt to a fan in the front row as he does.)


Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from London, England, weighing in at 222 pounds… he is THE GREATER WILL, KING SULYVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN IV!


Stew-O: King Sulyvahn IV made QUITE the entrance to Elite Answers Wrestling as he immediately went to target Drake King, the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion!


Flannery McCoy: And not only that, he’s having his debut match here going up against none other than the FORMER World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Machina!


Jake Mercer: There’s a ton of hype beyond Sulyvahn, but now it’s time to see if he can live up to it!


(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep started playing loudly to huge cheers as Michael Machina burst out from behind the stage curtains, striking a pose before issuing a hardened stare towards his opponent standing in the ring. He began marching down the ramp towards the squared circle.)


Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds… THE NEW LEGEND, MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


Stew-O: The New Legend will be looking to give Sulyvahn a ROUGH entry into the company in his debut match!


Flannery McCoy: We already saw what he did to NICK last week after that mysterious assault backstage!


Jake Mercer: Tonight, though, Sulyvahn will be entering at full health, and with Machina wanting to fight his way back to the world title with the likes of BRAE and Brianna wanting the same, this match will be just as important for Machina!


(Ding! Ding! Ding!)


Stew-O: And the match is underway! Two elite competitors, Sulyvahn and Machina, going head to head in the main event of the evening!


Flannery McCoy: For the uninitiated, Sulyvahn is a pure wrestling traditionalist, so we can expect some mastery over technical grappling from the king!


Jake Mercer: Machina can go tit for tat when it comes to grappling, but while Machina is adept in his own right, we know that his main specialty is the POWER game!


Stew-O: Both elitists make their way out from their respective corners as they begin circling the ring, keeping their eyes locked on each other!


Flannery McCoy: Ultimately, Machina is the first to act, aggressively lurching out to test Sulyvahn’s technical expertise live in person for the first time!


Jake Mercer: A collar and elbow tie up is established right in the center of the ring as the two wrestlers struggle against each other, jockeying for position!


Stew-O: Michael Machina is getting the initial power advantage as he starts pushing Sulyvahn back towards the very corner that the greater will emerged from in the first place!


Flannery McCoy: But Sulyvahn rejects that fate, managing to slip underneath the arm of Machina before yanking the Machine back with a rear waist lock, bringing him back towards the center of the ring!


Jake Mercer: Machina attempts a back elbow to free himself, but Sulyvahn had it scouted as he ducks the attempt before hoisting Machina up and dropping him with a rear waist lock take down!


Stew-O: And before Machina can scramble back to his feet, Sulyvahn locks in a side headlock, compressing the head of the New Legend as he drags him back up to a standing position!


Flannery McCoy: A quick strike to the roof of Machina’s head is executed by the greater will before he doubles down on it with a bionic elbow to stun the New Legend!


Jake Mercer: Machina staggers back, which Sulyvahn looks to capitalize on as he pushes the New Legend back against the ropes before making him rebound and run across the length of the ring!


Stew-O: Machina then rebounds off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring before rushing back towards Sulyvahn, who prepares to intercept– LOOKING TO EXECUTE A SCOOP POWERSLAM!


Flannery McCoy: But Machina connects with an elbow smash before Sulyvahn could rotate himself to drop Machina with that scoop powerslam!


Jake Mercer: Sulyvahn staggers back, clutching at his jaw in pain before Machina follows up, lurching forward and dropping Sulyvahn with a HEAVY shoulder tackle that causes the greater will to crash down onto the canvas!


Stew-O: Sulyvahn doesn’t stay down for long, though, as he immediately starts scrambling up, not wanting the Machine to be able to build up the momentum that he has shown throughout his career to be a death knell!


Flannery McCoy: But it’s all for naught, as Michael Machina connects with a big boot the moment Sulyvahn gets back up to a standing position! That boot would normally flatten someone, but with Sulyvahn being so close to the corner, it just causes him to crash back-first into the turnbuckles!


Jake Mercer: King Sulyvahn IV is cornered, now, and Machina is taking FULL advantage of it as he begins firing off with strike after strike!


Stew-O: After peppering Sulyvahn with some vicious closed-fist punches, Machina pulls Sulyvahn out of the corner– ONLY TO YANK HIM BACK AND FLATTEN HIM WITH A SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!


Flannery McCoy: Machina is putting Sulyvahn through the ringer, and he looks to make things go from bad to worse as he positions himself before LEAPING high up into the air!


Jake Mercer: A perfect back rotation later and Machina crashes down on King Sulyvahn IV with a standing moonsault– OR NOT!


Stew-O: Sulyvahn manages to counter the maneuver by getting his knees up! One hell of a bad landing for Michael Machina against Sulyvahn, who had Machina’s great agility scouted out in advance!


Flannery McCoy: Machina is clutching at his midsection as he staggers off of Sulyvahn; that reversal must’ve done some big damage to the Machine’s rib cage, with his own weight advantage being used against him!


Jake Mercer: As Machina is reeling, Sulyvahn scouts this out as a rare moment of vulnerability in the New Legend’s armor that he fully intends to capitalize on!


Stew-O: Sulyvahn himself scrambles back up to a standing position as quickly as he can before Machina has the chance to recover… AND CONNECTS WITH A CLOTHESLINE!


Flannery McCoy: Machina endures and scrambles back up with swiftness, only to get hit with another clothesline!


Jake Mercer: Up goes the Machine once again, not quite as fast as the first time, but as he brings his arms up to block a third clothesline, he gets hit with a surprise change in the sequence as Sulyvahn fires off a dropkick that knocks Machina down once more!


Stew-O: And now Sulyvahn looks to end things as he hooks both of Machina’s legs as tightly as he can, looking for the surprise pinfall out of nowhere!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWO-


Flannery McCoy: But Machina kicks out of it with gusto! Sulyvahn seems to have expected Machina wouldn’t be taken down quite that easily, because he smoothly transitions from Machina’s kickout right into a CROSSFACE SUBMISSION HOLD!


Jake Mercer: He’s got it locked in, wrenching back as hard as he can against the face of Machina, leaving the New Legend to scratch and claw at the canvas, trying his best to get out of it!


Stew-O: Sulyvahn is an expert grappler, though, and he isn’t making it easy at all to be able to get out of this maneuver! The longer that the crossface stays locked in, the more damage is done to the face and head of Machina, and that’s exactly what Sulyvahn is counting on when you consider that much of his best offense targets the head in one form or another!


Flannery McCoy: Slowly but surely, though, Machina starts to inch his way to salvation, as he starts using his free arm to push the side of his body up for some leverage, getting his knee against the canvas and bringing his body up as much as he can to destabilize the submission hold!


Jake Mercer: Sulyvahn does his best to restabilize the hold, but it’s too late as Machina manages to forcefully free the arm that Sulyvahn had trapped, and with both arms free now, Machina manages to wrap his arms around the waist of Sulyvahn and slowly powers himself up while hoisting the greater will!


Stew-O: Sulyvahn leaves the canvas as he gets lifted up into the air before Machina DROPS Sulyvahn with a tremendous back suplex! Showing the newcomer why he managed to reign so long as the World Heavyweight Champion last season!


Flannery McCoy: And he didn’t let that earlier reversal of the standing moonsault go unanswered either! Right after he drops Sulyvahn down onto the canvas with that back suplex, Machina jumps right back to a standing position before leaping into the air with a backflip and dropping onto the greater will with a moonsault!


Jake Mercer: He stays on top of Sulyvahn after connecting with that moonsault as he hooks the legs! Does he have the newcomer pinned right here and now?!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOO-


Stew-O: But no, Sulyvahn managed to kick out of it! Machina doesn’t hesitate for even a single second, though, because right as Sulyvahn kicked out, he hoisted Sulyvahn right back up off the canvas with a classic bodyslam hold!


Flannery McCoy: I think we know what the Machine is going for here… he turns away from the ropes before backflipping once again! THE TRADEMARK MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAM OF THE NEW LEGEND CONNECTS AS HE CRASHES DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS USING THE BODY OF KING SULYVAHN IV AS A CUSHION!


Jake Mercer: And AGAIN he hooks the legs, testing Sulyvahn to see if that was enough to knock him out!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Stew-O: But once again, it’s not enough, Sulyvahn is showing some incredible resilience against the monstrous Michael Machina by kicking out again and again after everything the Machine throws at him!


Flannery McCoy: Michael Machina is no stranger to resilient opponents; not a hard thing to grasp when you have an opponent that keeps persevering, you just need to hit them even harder than you already were! The New Legend has some DEVASTATING maneuvers in his arsenal that he has yet to unleash!


Jake Mercer: From that look in his eyes, though, it looks like he is going to be looking to unleash those maneuvers onto Sulyvahn! He has no intention of being a sacrifice to King Sulyvahn IV, especially in his debut match!


Stew-O: EAW debut or not, he has a ton of wrestling experience from before joining Elite Answers Wrestling, and we’re seeing on display right here why Sulyvahn has become a force to be reckoned with in the industry as a whole!


Flannery McCoy: Machina glares down at his opponent as he grabs him by the head and drags him back up to a standing position before kicking him in the midsection to force him to double over!


Jake Mercer: He applies a front facelock and throws the arm over his head before lifting him up with a vertical suplex lift… just to drop him with an X PLEX! Sulyvahn crashes down unceremoniously onto the canvas!


Stew-O: Machina uses that move to set Sulyvahn up before measuring him up, rotating his arm in preparation for what I can only imagine is the MONEY SHOT!


Flannery McCoy: Sulyvahn is dazed as he staggers back up to a standing position, and that’s all Machina needed to see as he lurches out from the corner at a breakneck speed before LAUNCHING his arm at Sulyvan with the money shot!!


Jake Mercer: BUT SULYVAHN DUCKED UNDERNEATH IT! MONEY SHOT DID NOT CONNECT, AND MACHINA STUMBLES FORWARD, NOT EXPECTING SULYVAHN TO HAVE ENOUGH LEFT IN HIM TO EVADE IT!


Stew-O: SULYVAHN DOESN’T LET MACHINA’S UNDERESTIMATION TO GO TO WASTE AS HE RUSHES PAST THE NEW LEGEND TOWARDS THE ROPES BEFORE SPRINGBOARDING OFF OF THEM!


Flannery McCoy: MAGDELENE! MAGDELENE! THE SIGNATURE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER FROM SULYVAHN CONNECTS AS MACHINA’S FACE CRASHES RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH IMPUNITY!


Jake Mercer: THE CROWD COMES OFF THEIR FEET AS SULYVAHN SIGNALS FOR MACHINA’S DEMISE, BUT WILL HE BE ABLE TO FOLLOW THROUGH?!


Stew-O: HE APPLIES AN INVERTED FACELOCK AND USES IT TO FORCE MACHINA BACK UP TO A STANDING POSITION, LEANING ON SULYVAHN’S ARMS, BEFORE…


Flannery McCoy: SATURATE! THE FINISHING CROSSRHODES CONNECTS– WAIT, WHAT?!


Jake Mercer: SULYVAHN ISN’T LETTING IT GO! THIS IS THE RECENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION HE’S GOING UP AGAINST AND HE ISN’T PUTTING ANYTHING TO CHANCE AS HE FORCES MACHINA RIGHT BACK UP…


Stew-O: ONLY TO HIT A SECOND SATURATE! I’VE HEARD STORIES ABOUT WHAT SULYVAHN IS DOING HERE… BECAUSE HE’S GOING FOR IT ONE! MORE! TIME!


Flannery McCoy: FOR HIS DEBUT MATCH, MACHINA IS LIFTED UP A THIRD TIME… BEFORE IT CONNECTS ONCE MORE! THE FORGET NOT! THE ULTIMATE TRIFECTA IN SULYVAN’S REPERTOIRE CONNECTS ON THE FORMER WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BEFORE HE HOOKS THE LEG!


Jake Mercer: HE MIGHT HAVE IT! HE MIGHT HAVE IT! THE REFEREE SLIDES IN FOR THE COUNT!


ONEEEEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


(Ding! Ding! Ding!)


Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE GREATER WILL, KING! SULYVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN IV!


(“Equus” by Ne Obliviscaris began blaring through the speakers once more to a raucous reaction as Sulyvahn stuns the EAW Universe by pinning Michael Machina in his debut match. Sulyvahn slowly staggers off of Machina’s body as he gets his arm raised in triumph by the referee.)


Stew-O: WHAT A PERFORMANCE BY KING SULYVAHN IV! IN THE MAIN EVENT OF DYNASTY, HE SPENDS HIS DEBUT MATCH PERSEVERING OVER THE MAN WHO REIGNED FOR NEARLY THREE HUNDRED DAYS AS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!


Flannery McCoy: You have to imagine Drake King is watching this with some consternation, especially after his earlier attempt at an assault at the start of the show, as Sulyvahn perseveres over the man that Drake himself just beat at Pain for Pride XIX!


Jake Mercer: If there was any doubt about what Sulyvahn brings to the table, that doubt is extinguished with this match as he comes out on top in this tremendous result– WAIT, WHAT?!


Stew-O: IT’S DRAKE KING! HIS EARLIER ATTEMPT WASN’T ENOUGH, NOW HE CAPITALIZES ON SULYVAHN’S EXHAUSTION WITH THIS POST-MATCH ATTACK AS HE DROPS SULYVAN WITH IMPUNITY!


Flannery McCoy: AND AS IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH… JUDGEMENT DAY! JUDGEMENT DAY! HE STOMPS THE HEAD OF SULYVAHN INTO THE CANVAS WITH JUDGEMENT DAY!


Jake Mercer: WITH THE BODIES OF MACHINA AND SULYVAHN LITTERED AROUND HIM, THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION STANDS TALL AND BASKS IN HIS OWN GREATNESS!


(The video feed lingers as Drake King glares down at Sulyvahn before the show fades to black.)


(EAW logo buzzes…)

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After recapping the events of last week’s show, the camera switches over to the live indoor view of the sold-out arena. Pyro goes off, and the fans cheer before the commentary team comes to the forefront.)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by none other than Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy! We are officially heading towards Reckless Wiring, you guys!

Jake Mercer: I cannot wait! It’s a new era, with new faces, and that means there’s a bevy of new challengers eager to rise in rank here on this brand.

Flannery McCoy: I can’t wait either. 

(Friday Night Dynasty transitions away from the commentary area toward the stage, as ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begins to blast through the speakers of the arena. The crowd immediately erupts into thunderous boos, as the camera goes over to the stage to reveal Drake King as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he glares around, taking a moment before making his way down the ramp and toward the ring.) 

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN… DRAKEEEE KINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Last week, we saw Drake King kick off the first Dynasty of Season 20 in an emphatic way, kicking off the show and closing the show with a main event victory against Kirk Redwood. But along with that, it was revealed that someone had their eye on the World Heavyweight Champion, and if I had to guess… the title around his waist. 

Flannery McCoy: It’s certainly an interesting situation to be involved in, and if we know Drake, we know that he’s going to be making his way down to the ring tonight to find some answers. Whether he does… remains to be seen.

Jake Mercer: A mystery! I love it! When’s the last time Dynasty’s had one of those. I hope it’s suspenseful and dramatic! 

(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. As he makes his way over he takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to come to a close, as he heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a moment before beginning to speak.)

Drake King: I don’t know what you expected. When I won the World Heavyweight Championship I had made it known that my mission expanded well beyond this brand… but rather the world. Already, so many people have enlisted in my mission, people who want to be saved, people who opened their eyes to reality. But there are still some people who have something to say about it, people who have their doubts and continue to drag my name through the mud. And the only question I have is… what good does that do for any of you? I have already done everything that I have promised, I have already accomplished my mission to end the season at Pain For Pride. Dynasty is finally in the proper hands with no competition to go against me, and regardless of what you try to do, there is nothing that you can do to tempt the hands of fate.

(Drake closes his eyes as he embraces it, taking a brief moment before continuing.)

Drake King: But there is one particular person that this brand has chosen to put the microscope on. Someone who ended the show last week, watching me from the shadows. If there is one thing that God does not tolerate, it is games played at his expense, and I feel as though that is exactly what is happening right now when it comes to the person who seeks to step up to the plate against me. So I’m not going to beat around the bush when I say this: Whoever that is…

(Drake makes a gesture toward the stage, slowly turning his head.)

Drake King: Make yourself known now… *and face the consequences for your insolence.*

(Drake turns his complete attention toward the stage, as the crowd murmurs in anticipation for what is to come. After sometime…) 

(…)

(‘Equus’ by Ne Obliviscaris begins to play up.) 

Stew-O: What in the…

(As the camera goes over to the stage…) 

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(As KING SULYVAHN IV is seen rising up from underneath.) 

Jake Mercer: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! 

Stew-O: :comeagain:

Jake Mercer: DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO THIS IS, STEW?! HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK???

Stew-O: ???

Jake Mercer: This is THE King Sulyvahn IV. Member of the prestigious Sulyvahn family who REVOLUTIONIZED European wrestling. I heard rumors through the grapevine that the King was touching down in the Land of Elite, and here he is! 

Flannery McCoy: A surprise indeed, because Drake King is getting confronted by someone who we have not seen in an Elite Answers Wrestling ring before. An interesting dynamic that we’re about to witness for the first time on Friday Night Dynasty! 

(Sulyvahn makes his way up the steps and onto the apron. He enters into the ring and spreads his arms out with a smile on his face, embracing the surprised reaction that he’s getting from the crowd here tonight. As ‘Equus’ begins to fade out, he turns around and approaches Drake for the first time, beginning to speak.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: So, Drake King… what do you wish to discuss? 

(Drake is visibly confused, tilting his head as he raises his microphone.)

Drake King: Let’s start with your name. 

King Sulyvahn IV: Right. For the uninformed, including yourself, my name is Leon. But you will address me by the name that I was ordained as a birthright, King Sulyvahn IV. 

(Drake sneers, not saying in response, rather allowing Sulyvahn to continue.)

King Sulyvahn IV: But to those who do know, my legacy needs no introduction. The Sulyvahn lineage extends far beyond myself; you could almost say that my family is embedded in professional wrestling in its entirety. Which means being here, in a company like Elite Answers Wrestling, a place which most people tout as having the best wrestling in the world… It means a lot to me. Not only that, it means a lot to uphold the traditions that my family has carried from the very beginning. It brings me a great amount of joy to uphold the purest of professional wrestling within this sphere, and there are many people here that I can look toward and see that they seek the same goal. But there’s a problem… in comes you. 

(Sulyvahn sighs, adjusting his blazer as he pauses.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: Not even this recent incarnation of yourself, you have built an entire Hall of Fame career trying to shape this company into *your* vision. From The Round Table to New Eden, to now at your most arrogant, watching you personally in the arena last week was not my first time examining the character that is Drake King… this has been a lifelong case study regarding someone who goes against every single part of my very being. Frankly, I found it inevitable that I would find my way to you; it just so happened that all the pieces fell into the right place, and our paths aligned at the right moment for my very first appearance in this company to be standing across the ring from you. Now, I’m not stupid, Drake; there is a clear elephant in the room that needs to be discussed.

(Sulyvahn points to the crowd.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: Every single person in this building is rooting against you, hoping that you fall, but not one of them knows how I will fare against the likes of yourself, and I don’t particularly blame them. You are a proven commodity; you have earned the right to believe such a thing. You have seemingly answered every equation, checked every box, to irrevocably say that there is nobody, *nobody,* on this roster that can beat you. But you failed to take into account one singular thing…

(Sulyvahn approaches Drake, a glare in his eyes.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: The greatest enemy is the one that you do *not* see, Drake King… 

(The crowd cheers loudly; Drake furrows his brow, not entirely amused by what he’s hearing right now.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: The one that you have not prepared for, the person that you cannot say that you have beaten until that final bell sounds because you never took him into account in the first place. Some may say that what I am doing right now is a death wish, and I am damn sure counting on it to be the case. But trust my words, trust my *legacy,* there is only one person fit to take that World Heavyweight Championship off of your shoulders… and it is going to be ME. 

(The crowd once again begins to cheer, more so beginning to believe everything that Sulyvahn has had to say so far. Drake, though, is not buying it.) 

Drake King: You made the wrong decision. 

(The crowd boos, Drake ignoring them.) 

Drake King: Your first impression of this company, and you willingly choose to set yourself up for failure. Why? What good does this do for you, Sulyvahn? Please explain that to me, because that is something that I do not understand. Do you believe that this is going to get you any further to your goal? You do understand that going against the one person who understands you is a detriment, right? Nonetheless, it’s not as though I had higher expectations for you compared to anyone else, in fact, you made it abundantly apparent that regardless of how you try to position yourself… you are still the same as everyone else. 

King Sulyvahn IV: But why, Drake? Merely because you said so? Simple because you believe your words to be cold, hard facts? Well, I hate to be the one who throws a wrench in your plans, but as long as I have a choice, I’m not going to allow that to happen. So let’s get this out of the way. Let’s cut the theatrics and the semantics and boil it down to why we’re *really* here, and it is quite simple… I challenge you. 

(Sulyvahn glances at the World Heavyweight Championship before looking back up at Drake.) 

King Sulyvahn IV: I challenge you to a match at Reckless Wiring. 

(The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers, as Drake continues to stare at Sulyvahn. After a moment, he finally raises the microphone back up.) 

Drake King: Do you know what you should have done? Your royalty and connection to wrestling should have allowed you to resonate with my mission. If you were *actually* sensible, you would see that the sport that you love has been plagued, and that it is my mission to purge it. So many people have already opened their eyes to what I have said all along; why couldn’t you? I know, because this is so much more than just the sanctity of professional wrestling; this is about your pride… your pride would never allow that. That’s why you’re out here interrupting me, right? You couldn’t start like all the other newcomers; you had to have all the festivities. The glitz and the glamour that you THINK are associated with your name, but you could not be further from the truth. 

(Drake closes his eyes as he sighs.)

Drake King: Unfortunately, I cannot convince you to join my cause. For everything that you have said already shows that you have strayed further from God than I have ever anticipated, and that is not worth saving, no matter how hard I try. But regardless, I will give you one more opportunity to make this right. I am giving you one… last… chance…  Do you really believe that you are going to be the one to take this title away from me? 

(There is a pause, almost a murmur of anticipation as the crowd waits for what Sulyvahn has to say. It’s not something that he immediately answers, but after a moment…) 

King Sulyvahn IV: Yes. 

(The crowd comes unglued, Drake shaking his head, almost disapproving of the answer that he’s heard.) 

Drake King: Reckless Wiring, just as you disappointed me, you will disappoint everyone else. It is already far, far too late for you…

(Drake drops his microphone down to the ground as ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to play through the speakers of the arena. He brushes past Sulyvahn without a second glance, making his way out of the ring. The King watches from the center, a small smirk beginning to show on his face as he eyes the Champion, with that being the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.) 

(A commercial plays for Bloodsport.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“ULTRA INSTINCT THEME” Began to play through the speakers of the McKenzie Arena! Sending the fans into an uproar of cheers as a determined BRAE made his way down to the ring, with what seemed to be some purpose in each step that he took..)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Novosibirsk, Russia, weighing in at 215 pounds.. SOOOOON! BRAEEEEE!!!

(But finally once everything settled down now.. “DIVE in LIVE” by YOLOZ began to blast throughout the arena speakers. Anna Wautier made her way out onto the stage, her New Breed Championship around her waist. Anna’s eyes were focused on the ring, beaming with a fiery determination as she made her way down..)

Stephie Love: And his opponent, hailing from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 132lbs! She is THE NEW BREED CHAMPION!! THE THORN PRINCESS.. ANNA WAUTIERRRR!!

Stew-O: Here we go ladies and gentlemen. We’re set for some incredible action here tonight with BRAE taking on the New Breed Champion, Anna Wautier.

Flannery McCoy: We’re sure to see some magic inside of the ring with these two here tonight and I’m sure the fans can’t wait for the action to start.

(DING!! DING!! DING!!!)

Jake Mercer: And now we get this match started. Anna Wautier and BRAE step out of their respective corners and now they begin to circle the ring, both competitors eyeing one another’s movements, before they lunge forward! Engaging in a collar and elbow tie up!

Flannery McCoy: Starting the match off with a classic collar and elbow here. But it’s BRAE who transitions into a quick headlock, wrenching tightly.. BRAE is looking to get the upper hand here quickly in this match. 

Stew-O: But Anna isn’t letting it linger for long. She’s got those arms wrapped around BRAE’s waist and she’s pushing him back into the ropes to look to create some space as she pushes him towards the opposite set of ropes! 

Jake Mercer: Anna readies herself to get in an offensive maneuver! But BRAE shuts it down, sending Anna crashing to the canvas with a huge shoulder tackle! But BRAE isn’t looking to slow down. He hops over Anna, rushing the ropes again..

Flannery McCoy: Anna gets to her feet this time as BRAE comes back at her, and Anna goes to slam her arm into BRAE’S chest for a Lariat!! 

Stew-O: BUT BRAE BARELY BUDGES!! It is like he’s asking her to hit him again. And Anna looks to do exactly that! She rushes the ropes, and she comes back towards BRAE.. SLAMMING ANOTHER LARIAT INTO HIS CHEST!! This time BRAE stumbles back from the impact of the New Breed Champions huge shot! 

Jake Mercer: Yeah but BRAE is still on his feet, he’s in pain, but he’s still fighting through it with his fists closed tight, he goes to SWING AT ANNA FOR A LARIAT!!

Flannery McCoy: But The New Breed Champion has it scouted. Anna kicked BRAE’S arm away, before she swung her foot towards BRAE’S head! Looking to connect with a Roundhouse kick, but BRAE ducks, only to be met with a Thrust kick right under the chin from Anna Wautier!! And BRAE is spun around… 

(CRACK!!!) 

Stew-O: Right into a Discus Chop right to the chest of Anna Wautier’s! And that chop sounded off throughout the arenas, you just know that had to sting very badly for the champion, who is now clutching at her chest and grimacing in pain.

Jake Mercer: Yeah, but that isn’t going to stop Anna one bit. Because.. Anna retaliates back with an Enziguri straight to the dome of BRAE’s. These two are already refusing to go down or stay down for that matter. But in this instance, BRAE crumbled down to the canvas from that shot! Anna drops into the pin, hooking the leg…

(ONNNNEEE!!)

(TW—)

Flannery McCoy: BRAE kicks out with some authority! He shoves Anna off of him, rolling towards the corner and pulling himself up to his feet. He has to still be reeling from the Enziguri to the head right now.

Stew-O: But that doesn’t seem to faze The New Breed Champion one bit as she has BRAE now locked in her sights. Anna wastes no time! She’s rushing at BRAE as he’s in the corner, looking to connect with a Smashing Elbow to the jaw!! 

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE CATCHES HER!! PLANTING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A URANAGE!! 

Flannery McCoy: That was a sickening thud. Anna’s body bounced right off of the canvas, causing her to roll back up onto her knees. And BRAE sees this, she’s in a vulnerable spot at the moment. BRAE zones in! He sends a Knife edge chop at Anna’s chest! Followed by another and another and another! 

Stew-O: He’s firing off those rapid chops like they’re machine guns! And it seems that every shot gets louder! But with every shot, Anna Wautier rises back up onto her knees! These shots seem to be waking her up! As before the last one connects.. Anna swats BRAE’s arm away! Pushing herself to her feet!!

Jake Mercer: Anna swings at BRAE! But BRAE swats her arm away now! BRAE swings again, but Anna shoves him back with a front kick, going to connect with a Roundhouse again!! But BRAE ducks under it!! He GRABS HER UP BY THAT SAME LEG FOR A POWERBOMB!! 

Flannery McCoy: But Anna has enough wherewithal to drop down and execute a Hurricanrana! Sending BRAE tumbling to the floor at ringside! Anna rises to a knee, now seeing exactly where she has BRAE and this is her chance right here. She may be looking to fly.

Stew-O: She is looking exactly that, as BRAE is climbing up onto his feet on the outside of the ring, Anna charges towards the ropes and she sends herself flying through them for a.. SUICIDE DIVE ONTO BRAE!! 

Jake Mercer: But Anna isn’t done it seems you guys. She’s already back to her feet and entering the ring, rushing at the ropes once again as BRAE is getting back up and onto his feet! Anna soars through the ropes a second tim- 

Flannery McCoy: NO! BRAE CUTS HER OFF WITH A HUGE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! 

Stew-O: Anna slumps down over the ropes, before she falls back down to the canvas. And now it’s BRAE with some control now as he rolls himself back into the ring. BRAE positions himself before he falls forward looking to connect with H-Bomb to Anna! “RED DEA—”

Jake Mercer: NO! ANNA MOVES HER HEAD CAUSING BRAE’S ARM TO COLLIDE WITH THE CANVAS!!

Flannery McCoy: And she is looking to take full advantage of the situation! She grabs the arm of BRAE’s and she turns him over.. APPLYING A CROSS ARMBREAKER!! She has it locked in tight! Trying to get BRAE to tap out! If she does this.. this’ll be a HUGE win for her here tonight! 

Stew-O: Can Anna pull off the upset here tonight!? Can she beat the former New Breed Champion!? Anna is wrenching back on the arm and BRAE is groaning out in pain, fighting up to his feet.. he starts to muscle Anna up and off of the canvas! Now at a full vertical base..

Jake Mercer: BRAE adjusts Anna into a Vertical Suplex position, holds her there for a moment, before finally BRAE drops back and DROPS ANNA WITH A STALLING SUPLEX!! He floats over into the pin! 

(ONNNNNEEE!!)

(TWWWWOOO!!)

Flannery McCoy: Anna kicks out!! She’s still in the fight, but BRAE isn’t done with Anna. He grabs her up to her feet, before he lays into her chest with a huge Knife Edge Chop!! Anna groans out, making her way towards the corner as she clutches at her chest.

Stew-O: And BRAE goes for another chop! But this time Anna perks up!! Stepping out of the corner, it seems that she’s asking for more! You can see the fire surging through her as she stares down BRAE!

Anna:(off-mic) COME ON!! 

Jake Mercer: And a small smirk forms on the face of BRAE’s. I think that he likes the fire that he is seeing right now from the current New Breed Champion! BRAE doesn’t hesitate! He STARTS LIGHTING ANNA UP WITH MACHINE GUN KNIFE EDGE CHOPS ACROSS THE CHEST!!! 

Flannery McCoy: BRAE is destroying the chest of Anna’s right now! But Anna is still on her feet! And she’s taking every shot that is being thrown at her! BRAE goes to strike her with yet another chop to finish the sequence! But Anna sends a thrust kick into that arm! Causing BRAE to turn! And- wait what’s Anna doing!? 

Stew-O: It looks like she’s got BRAE around the waist! She’s trying for a German Suplex to “Son” BRAE! She’s trying her best to lift him off of the canvas.. but BRAE plants his feet! Throwing an elbow back into the side of Anna’s head. Anna stumbles back, releasing the hold, but BRAE takes off towards the ropes now! And he comes back charging at Anna for the.. “MORRIGAN!!!”

Jake Mercer: ANNA DUCKS UNDER IT!! SHE SLIPS BEHIND BRAE! SHE GRABS HIM FROM THE WAIST! AND SHE MUSCLES HIM UP SLOWLY BUT SURELY DRIVING HIM DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Flannery McCoy: Goodness gracious! But Anna isn’t done! BRAE folded back over into a kneeling position from that German Suplex. But Anna has BRAE lined up now and in her sights! She rushes in at BRAE leaping up and connecting with a RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!! “TRUENO DESTRODA!!” IT CONNECTS AND ANNA HOOKS THE LEG!! 

(ONNNNEEEE!!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!!)

(THRRRRR—)

Stew-O: BRAE KICKS OUT!! 

Jake Mercer: Anna almost had it! She’s not looking to waste any time. She knows that she has BRAE exactly where she wants him right now. She grabs him to his feet, grabbing his wrist and pulling him.. she may be looking for that Wrist Clutch Overhead Uranage here!! She goes to hoist him up..

Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE TRANSITIONED INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE!! HE HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN TIGHT!! HE IS LOOKING TO PUT THE NEW BREED CHAMPION TO SLEEP!! CAN HE DO IT!? 

Stew-O: This match has been nothing short of intense from both sides, the former New Breed is really pushing Anna to her limits and Anna is proving that she can hang. Neither one of them is missing a single beat! But BRAE has that hold locked in tight, and Anna is fighting to get out of it! 

Jake Mercer: Anna starts to drive elbow after elbow after elbow into the rib cage of BRAE’s over and over again! Causing BRAE to release the hold with every shot that is thrown! Shot after shot! Finally BRAE releases it! Anna charges towards the ropes and back towards BRAE!! 

Flannery McCoy: MORRIGAN CONNECTS FROM BRAE!! AND THE CHAMPION IS DROPPED!! BRAE DROPS INTO THE COVER!! 

(ONNNNEEEE!!)

(TWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEEE!!!!)

(DING!! DING!! DING!!)

Stew-O: What a battle, Anna Wautier has no reason to hold her head low here tonight, she took BRAE to great lengths. But in the end, BRAE conquered! 

Jake Mercer: I have to agree with you.. but wait what’s this? I wonder exactly what it is that BRAE could possibly have in mind here. Seems like he’s not entirely finished with Anna. 

(BRAE walked over towards Anna, after she was handed her New Breed Championship. A few moments went by, before BRAE extended his hand towards Anna Wautier, offering a handshake to her. And.. ANNA ACCEPTS! SHAKING THE HAND OF BRAE’S!!)

Flannery McCoy: Some great sportsmanship and respect being shown here between the former New Breed Champion and the current one. Anna most certainly has what it takes to hold and raise the standard of that New Breed Championship as long as she reigns..

(BRAE went to leave when.. FROM BEHIND, ANNA WAS STRUCK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A HUGE FOREARM SHOT!!)

Stew-O: What the hell!? That’s Akiza!! She just struck down Anna Wautier!! After what was a hard fought battle! Oh come on! 

(Akiza stared down at the body of Anna’s basking in the boos of the crowd, but she wasn’t done! She pulled Anna Wautier to a kneeling position, grabbing both her wrists into a wrist clutch before Akiza DROVE A BRUTAL KNEE LIFT INTO ANNA’S JAW!! CONNECTING WITH THE “ARONDIGHT!!”) 

Jake Mercer: Well.. it seems that there’s already a huge target on the back of Anna’s. It’s a new season and we already have competition putting their names in hats for opportunities of a lifetime and Akiza just made a statement here tonight.

(Akiza stood over Anna, as the crowd booed loudy. Suddenly, their attention shifts as someone else comes in!)

Stew-O: AND AKIZA LOOKS SHOCKED AS YANNI KILLBREW RUSHES IN! HE ATTACKS AKIZA, AND THEY BEGIN TO SCRAP! BOTH OF THEM GO BARRELLING OUT OF THE RING AS THEY CONTINUE TO ATTACK!

Jake Mercer: :damn: !! They’re not messing around!

(Then, one more person goes running, having a steel chair in hand!)

Flannery McCoy: TFK! TFK! HE COMES IN AND TRIES TO SWING! YANNI AND AKIZA BOTH SCRAMBLE AWAY, RETREATING TO OPPOSITE ENDS! TFK LOOKS AROUND, YELLING AT THEM TO DO SOMETHING, BUT THEY DONT WANT ANY PARTS LF THAT!

(TFK still has the chair. Yanni and AKIZA shoot daggers at each other and him from afar—until a voice speaks up.)

Anna Wautier: Right… then I guess that’s how we’re doing this, huh?

(Anna managed to get a mic and is on her knees, holding the back of her head. She’s panting heavily, but the champion is determined to speak.)

Anna Wautier: You know, I’m almost flattered I could inspire this much desperation from everyone… I guess there will be no rest for me… but I wouldn’t want it any other way, because now? I see three people I can take down and cement my first defense as something truly spectacular for myself. 

Anna Wautier: So, you three want to challenge me? Fine. Step up to me, because I will take YOU THREE ON, NO MATTER WHAT!

(The fans burst into cheers at that. TFK, Yanni and AKIZA look at Anna, somewhat surprised but also understanding the opportunity that they now find themselves with. The final shot shows Anna nodding her head, resolute as ever before Dynasty fades elsewhere.) 

???: I hate to admit it, but that cruise was fun. I had a good time. 

(The voice speaking belongs to none other than Kassidy Heart, who was last seen competing at Pain for Pride. She strolls down the corridor with her usual deadly elegance, heels clicking against the slick tiling of the floor while a cellphone is wedged between her left ear and shoulder. It’s another week off for her, and while that would usually frustrate the Mauler who hates the idea of taking any time off, she presses on, seemingly in a good mood despite everything that has been going on lately.)

Kassidy Heart: Yeah, yeah. You might be Daddygawd, but that doesn’t mean you have to rub it in my face.

(A snort, followed by an eyeroll—but there’s no real heat behind them, especially considering who she’s speaking to.)

Kassidy Heart: Hmm. Well, my favorite part was the spa. I have to say, those women did a good job with my nails. Might give my usual a run for their money. Are you sure we can’t snatch them up and get them to stay at the estate?

(The response nets a laugh from her.)

Kassidy Heart: :mjlol: !! Okay, okay, but you know whatever I want, I always get—

(Suddenly, the phone slips from her grip. She hisses.)

Kassidy Heart: Damn it. 

(She reaches down and picks it up. Then, she comes to a stand—)

(BUMP!)

???: O-oh God! Sorry! I’m so sorry for that! Are you okay.

(The device clatters once again, and Kassidy drops to a knee, hand shooting for her shoulder.)

Kassidy Heart: What the hell—?!

(Just as the venom is about to drip out, her eyes shoot up, and she arches a brow. Delaney Rhodes, a fresher face on the roster, immediately reaches for the phone. She hands it off to Kassidy while she picks up her own duffel bag that was a casualty of the accidental mishap.)

Delaney Rhodes: Oh, Kassidy Heart! I’m really sorry we had to meet this way; once again, I’m sorry. I was just lost in my music and wasn’t really looking where I was going!

(She points to the wired AirPods she has in, chuckling. Then, she quickly clears her throat.)

Delaney Rhodes: But yeah, are—are you alright?

(Kassidy blinks. Slowly, she comes to a stand. She eyes down the phone before yanking it from the young woman.)

Kassidy Heart: Tch. Perhaps not if this brand has decided to hire clutz to walk around backstage.

(Delaney gives a blink of her own.)

Delaney Rhodes: Wow. Guess people weren’t kidding when they were talking about you.

(That nets a quirk of a slim brow from the Hall of Famer.)

Kassidy Heart: Excuse you?

(Delaney shrugs.)

Delaney Rhodes: I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s anything *bad*,  but accurate. You can be a bit cold. Still, I get it; you’re the greatest of all time and whatnot, so you don’t mince your words.

Kassidy Heart: …

(A more incredulous look passes over Heart. She eyes the other woman up and down.)

Kassidy Heart: So, what—are you mocking me now?

Delaney Rhodes: :roman: !! Why would I be doing that? I’m just saying that you’re a frigid woman! And—

(The rookie sighs, immediately shaking her head and raising her hands in defeat.)

Delaney Rhodes: Look, forget it. It’s okay. I made a slip up and I’m sorry if I ticked you off. I didn’t mean to do that. So, I’ll just be out of your hair, and—

(But the moment she tries to brush past Kassidy, a hand, firm in grip, curls around her bicep. She turns her head, instantly met with the sharpened irises of the Mauler.)

Kassidy Heart: Your first mistake, aside from being a blind idiot, was making these assumptions about me. I don’t know who you heard these things from, or what made you think you could be a kiss-ass to me, but let it be known right here and now that I don’t play that. Let alone with someone who I don’t even know the name of. I don’t have time to deal with people who can barely spread their wings here.

Delaney Rhodes: Barely spread their wings..?

(Delaney looks down at the arm. Then, with a harsh tug, frees it from Kassidy’s grasp.)

Delaney Rhodes: Alright. I understand you have seniority over me, but this is becoming a bit ridiculous. I was nothing but apologetic, and now you want to grab me and speak to me as if I’m some kind of child? I’m not going to stand for that. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but Kassidy, just because I’m new here does not mean I’m going to tolerate disrespect.

(Kassidy’s lips tightened.)

Kassidy Heart: Is that so…?

Delaney Rhodes: It is. So, you can either accept my apology or don’t, but don’t make the mistake and see me as some kind of pushover.

(Delaney moves–and her shoulder purposefully bumps into Kassidy’s as she walks off.)

Delaney Rhodes: Because you might find yourself on the ground the next time you try that.

(Kassidy takes a step back from the impact, pupils blowing wide. Ire immediately swells within her being.)

(It takes the voice from her end on the phone to get her to snap back to reality–and she raises it to her ear.)

Kassidy Heart: … you heard all of that, didn’t you?

(She stands for a moment, listening.)

Kassidy Heart: Well, you’ve done all you could to help calm me down, but now–I think it’s time I get really fucking mean again.

(The caller seems to understand. The call ends, and Kassidy exhales harshly through the nose as she steps forward, dark intentions brewing. Dynasty fades elsewhere…)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Mirtazapine’ by Hayley Williams played through to the speakers, eliciting a strong positive response from the crowd in attendance. Equipped with a determined expression, she began to march down to the ring, not in the mood to waste time as she swiftly rolled into the ring, briefly posing in the center of the ring.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first from Cancun, Mexico…The Butterfly Queen, Brianna Hill!

Stew-O: It was a disappointing result for Brianna Hill last time out, but one that left things promising as the season came to an end. She’s opened a new season with a reaffirmed direction and with championship gold on the mind. 

Flannery McCoy: While she seems to be at her best and most driven, she’ll have a tough obstacle to overcome to start the season in her young, ambitious opponent. 

(Slowly, ‘Mirtazapine’ began to fade out as Brianna moved to the corner, her gaze set on the ramp as ‘TEFLON DON’ by Future began to play, forcing a handful of boos from the crowd. Jamie Valdez emerged from the back shortly thereafter, wearing a confident smirk that only amplified the negative reaction as she started towards the ring, taking her time while Brianna watched on.)

Stew-O: While still relatively early in her EAW career, Jamie Valdez will surely be looking for a massive win tonight, one that would surely put her in far greater conversations for the rest of the season. 

Jake Mercer: Knocking off someone like Brianna Hill is a tall  ask, but if she can, the sky’s the limit for how she wants to tackle this next season on Dynasty! 

(After taking a moment to pose on the apron, Jamie made her way into the ring, backing into the corner opposite Brianna as the match soon began.) 

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: And we are under way! Jamie and Brianna immediately begin to circle the edge of the ring, scanning the other as they begin to close in on the center! 

Flannery McCoy: A quick lock-up brings them together, jockeying for control as they sway back and forth, carrying momentum around the ring in a wild and vicious attempt to win control of the center and put the other on the back foot early! 

Jake Mercer: And it looks to be Jamie who will get the advantage first, using those quick feet of hers to push Brianna back and send her stumbling towards the ropes, pushing at an angle to keep her on her heels! 

Stew-O: But Brianna is quick to pivot, sending Jamie into the ropes before reeling back with a forearm-! 

Flannery McCoy: One that she is quick to reel back as the referee calls for a break! That one potential strike had Jamie ready to cover up, beginning to peel back the defenses as Brianna lowers her guard-

(SPIT!)

Jake Mercer: AND JAMIE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY TO SPIT IN HER FACE! BRIANNA IS ALMOST STUNNED AS JAMIE STEPS FORWARD AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A SLAP ACROSS THE FACE! 

Stew-O: I don’t think Brianna took very kindly to that, still a bit stunned as she took a step back, and while our microphones can’t pick it up, we can tell Jamie is already talking trash to her.

Flannery McCoy: Well, she better be ready to back it up, as Brianna SUDDENLY RAISES THAT ELBOW AGAIN AND DROPS JAMIE IN AN INSTANT! SHE DROPS IN AN INSTANT, FLOORED BY THE ELBOW AS SHE TRIES TO STUMBLE BACK ONTO HER FEET! 

Jake Mercer: AND BACK INTO THE CLUTCHES OF BRIANNA WHO SCOOPS HER UP AND DROPS HER RIGHT ON HER BACK WITH A SCOOP POWERSLAM! 

Stew-O: I think that just did a lot more damage than Jamie’s initial slap. Especially as Brianna drops into a lateral press for the first pin attempt of the match! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE-! 

Flannery McCoy: It’s gonna take a lot more than that for Jamie to stay down however, popping out of the cover immediately, leaning forward and nursing her lip fresh from the blow.

Jake Mercer: She certainly better start adjusting to the tempo of this match, and the new conductor of it, Brianna Hill! 

Stew-O: And Brianna goes back to work, grabbing the jaw of Jamie and locking in a simple headlock, just looking to tire out her opponent and keep momentum on her side! Jamie manages to slip a hand between her neck and Brianna’s arm, but all that does is limit her ways of escape! 

Flannery McCoy: It’s a catch 22, but for Jamie she’s still got a way out of this if she acts quickly. She’s already begun to roll, trying to weaken Brianna’s grip but she is keeping it ironclad, sticking to Jamie like an alligator as she rolls back and forth! 

Jake Mercer: And as they roll, Jamie manages to slip her other hand between Brianna’s arm and her neck, forcing some space open as she pulls herself up to her feet with Brianna as a base! 

Stew-O: But it gives Brianna the opportunity to latch her grip around the gut of Jamie Valdez, a stiff waistlock to transition into what might be a German suplex! She reels back, only for Jamie to desperately reach and catch the top rope keeping the move from connecting! 

Flannery McCoy: Quick thinking from Valdez keeps her alive for now, as Brianna releases the waistlock and raises her arms high in the air, bringing them down on the arms of Jamie and breaking her grip on the ropes, transitioning into the waistlock once again! 

Jake Mercer: But a stiff elbow by Jamie stops her in her tracks! The waistlock is released once again, and Jamie drops down immediately, rolling to the outside in an attempt to create some distance! She looks to step away-

Stew-O: Only for Brianna to snatch her hair and keep her by the apron! Jamie thrashes violently, trying to get Brianna to let go, but the Butterfly Queen is relentless, moving through the ropes with Jamie within an arm’s reach! Jamie attempts to move towards the barricade-!

Flannery McCoy: But Brianna pivots and tries to run Jamie into the ring post!!

Jake Mercer: ONLY FOR JAMIE TO HOOK HER LEGS AROUND BRIANNA’S, SENDING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE RING POST WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!

Stew-O: THAT WAS A WICKED LANDING FOR BRIANNA, WHO IS IMMEDIATELY ON JELLY LEGS, BARELY ABLE TO STAND AS SHE TRIES TO NURSE HER FOREHEAD! 

Flannery McCoy: BUT JAMIE GOES BACK ON THE OFFENSIVE IMMEDIATELY, RUNNING HER SKULL FIRST INTO THE RING POST FOR A SECOND TIME! BRIANNA COLLIDES AGAIN, AND JAMIE SENDS HER RIGHT INTO THE RING!

Jake Mercer: BRIANNA IS GIVEN NO TIME TO RECOVER, BEING ROLLED TO HER FEET BY JAMIE WHO HOOKS THE ARM, LIFTS HER UP AND DROPS THE KNEE…CHERRY BLOSSOM! 

Stew-O: AND SHE MOVES INTO THE COVER WITHOUT A SECOND’S HESITATION, HOOKING THE INSIDE LEG! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

…

Flannery McCoy: BUT A STILL RATTLED BRIANNA IS ABLE TO KICK OUT, HER ARM DESPERATELY REACHING UPWARDS TO BEAT THE COUNT! 

Stew-O: Brianna Hill survives, but you can see the effects of those collisions accumulate immediately. She got the shoulder up, but she’s still blinking through the cobwebs as Jamie Valdez sits back with a look of annoyance crossing her face.

Jake Mercer: Annoyance is a fair emotion at this stage. Jamie expected the match to be over right there, and honestly, after bouncing someone’s head off solid steel twice, I don’t blame her.

Flannery McCoy: Jamie has done an excellent job of turning this match around, but Brianna has shown time and time again that she doesn’t stay down for long. If she wants to secure this massive victory, she’ll need to keep up the aggression. 

Stew-O: Jamie doesn’t waste any more time arguing the count. She drags Brianna up by the hair, forcing the Butterfly Queen back to her feet before driving a sharp forearm right between the shoulder blades!

Jake Mercer: And Jamie follows with a nasty European uppercut right underneath the chin! Brianna is rocked again, barely able to keep herself standing!

Flannery McCoy: And as Brianna doubles over, Jamie grabs hold of her by the hair, raising her boot directly into her skull with a swift Kawada kick, acting as a prelude to a longer series as she unleashes a sustained drive of Kawada kicks to the head of Brianna! 

Stew-O: After the fourth kick or so, Brianna is finally allowed to drop, catching herself on her hands and knees as Jamie turns to the crowd, posing and taunting much to the irritation of those in attendance. 

Jake Mercer: It doesn’t affect her demeanor, turning on a dime and delivering a stiff kick to the gut of Brianna, knocking her onto her back and still instilling the same advantage! 

Flannery McCoy: And as Brianna falls, Jamie refuses to waste any more time, turning the corner and making her charge! She scales up the ropes, turning back to the ring and standing up tall! She raises her arms, keeps Brianna insight, and takes off! ‘Poetry In Silence!’

…

Stew-O: JAMIE CRASHES AND BURNS! BRIANNA ROLLS TOWARDS THE CORNER, ABLE TO AVOID THE SPIRAL TAP AS JAMIE HOLDS HER BACK IN AGONY! SHE’S IN MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PAIN AS BRIANNA PULLS HERSELF TO HER KNEES! 

Jake Mercer: AND SHE RUSHES FORWARD WITH A PACKAGE ROLL UP, PINNING JAMIE’S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

…

Flannery McCoy: A DESPERATE JAMIE FLIES OUT, BACKING ONTO HER NECK AND BACK TO HER FEET SUBSEQUENTLY-! 

Stew-O: AND DELIVERS A RUNNING METEORA, FLATTENING BRIANNA ONCE AGAIN AS SHE HOLDS THE PIN WITH ONE LEG! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

…

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

…

Jake Mercer: KICK OUT AT TWO! BRIANNA STAYS ALIVE AS A NOW EXHAUSTED JAMIE FALLS FORWARD, CATCHING HERSELF ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

Stew-O: That’s the danger of trying to steal momentum back immediately. Jamie connected with the Meteora, but she didn’t get all of it. She was still feeling the effects of crashing on that Spiral Tap moments earlier, and those split seconds of hesitation made all the difference.

Flannery McCoy: Jamie pulls herself upright using the ropes, frustration beginning to settle across her face. She’s breathing heavily now, one hand instinctively clutching at her lower back before she turns toward Brianna once more.

Jake Mercer. Brianna isn’t in much better shape. That forehead has already begun to redden after those collisions with the ring post, and she’s still trying to regain her bearings after the Meteora.

Stew-O: Jamie sees it too. Look at those eyes. She’s hunting now.

Flannery McCoy: Jamie stalks over, grabbing Brianna underneath the chin before delivering a vicious forearm smash! Brianna rocks backward into the corner, and Jamie immediately follows with another! Then another! Each shot snapping Brianna’s head back against the top turnbuckle!

Jake Mercer: Jamie is doing an excellent job of preventing Brianna from mounting another comeback. Every time she senses Brianna beginning to recover, she cuts her right back down.

Stew-O: But at some point, she needs to go for the end here, to find the final nail in the coffin for a dazed and battered Brianna Hill. She backs up, and I’m starting to think she thought the same thing, measuring Brianna up! 

Flannery McCoy: Brianna begins to rise, up to one knee as Jamie rushes in, stepping onto her knee and raising her boot…FIERCE KICK!

…

Jake Mercer: -DOESN’T LAND! BRIANNA HAS IT SCOUTED, COUNTERING WITH A BACKSLIDE! JAMIE’S SHOULDERS HAVE BEEN PINNED TO THE MAT! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: KICK OUT AGAIN! JAMIE ISN’T LETTING THIS SLIP, STUMBLING TO HER FEET AS BRIANNA ROLLS UP! BUT SHE ISN’T LOOKING FOR SPACE-! 

Flannery McCoy: SHE’S LOOKING TO END THIS! ‘HITS DIFFERENT!’ THE SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS FLUSH ACROSS THE SKULL OF JAMIE, KNOCKING HER RIGHT OUT! BRIANNA MAKES THE COVER! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

…

THRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

…

(DING! DING! DING!) 

(‘Mirtazapine’ by Hayley Williams continued playing throughout the arena to a positive reception by the crowd, celebrating Brianna’s victory as she rose to one knee, physically drained from the bout but capable of making it off the ground.)

Jake Mercer: And it’s a perfect start for Brianna Hill! The Butterfly Queen knocks off a determined Jamie Valdez in decisive fashion! 

Stew-O: She was a game contender all match long, and came dangerously close to defeating Brianna, but in the end Brianna was able to steel her nerves and endure the offense of Jamie to score the win! 

Flannery McCoy: Unfortunately for Jamie, I think one person in particular was keeping an eye on this match…

(The camera panned to the crowd, revealing Saori Aizen among the spectators, her expression beginning to morph as the camera focused on her.) 

Saori Aizen: :mjlol: 

(A dismissive laugh accompanied her pitied expression, giggling at the performance of Jamie who can only look on in frustration, leaving the shot to then settle on Brianna celebrating her victory as the match came to an end, and Dynasty faded elsewhere.)

(The shot dissolves backstage, where Effy McAvoy is standing by with Michael Belfort.)

Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in to Friday Night Dynasty. I am Michael Belfort, and joining me right now is none other than the current EAW Interwire Champion: Effy McAvoy. Effy, thank you for agreeing to this interview.

Effy McAvoy: Not an issue at all, Michael.

Michael Belfort; We saw you compete at the Draft Show for the champion’s showcase, and while you did not win, you were at least able to make it to that bout by way of defeating Jamie Valdez to defend the championship and end your season nineteen on a high note. How are you feeling as season twenty is definitively beginning? Are there any goals you have in mind? 

Effy McAvoy: Well, first off, I’m at least glad I get to start a new chapter. I mean, wow—season twenty! Being with Ahren has made me want to be ambitious of course, but being able to enter this season as a champion is a wonderful feeling. Granted, I really wished I had won that showcase, but I’m going to take that loss in stride and use it to improve. It’s definitely important because now, I’m the longest-reigning champion on this brand. All of the champions we had heading into Pain for Pride lost, and I think I have a really good shot of showing that I can absolutely be one of the bigger pillars of this brand.

Michael Belfort: And you know what, I was just about to mention that little fact: you’ve been keeping steady into your fourth month as the champion. Do you feel any pressure or nerves?

Effy McAvoy: Honestly? No. Why would I? Aside from the fact I have been a champion before, I’m a lot more confident now. I definitely have shown I’m no pushover. My sweet, beloved Ahren always believed in me even back when people saw me as nothing more than some fangirl he was stringing along. I’m sure you remembered all of the stupid and nasty things they were saying about me. Safe to say people thought I was going to end up like some Elitists of that past who were heralded as a protege of a great only to not live up to those expectations. But of course, I am far better than people give me credit for, and–

???: Excuse me.

(A woman briskly walks by Effy and Michael, cutting past the camera view. Effy frowns.)

Effy McAvoy: Uh, excuse *you*? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of an interview?

(The woman stops.)

Michael Belfort: :lupe:

(She comes back around, eyeing Effy up and down…)

Kendall Von: Oh! My bad. Sorry–was too busy emailing back some colleagues I guess I must’ve mistaken you for a production member or something.

(Kendall gives a smirk; then, her eyes level on the Intewire Championship. She puts two and two together.)

Kendall Von: Effy, right? The weird little fangirl whose managed to luck out all this time? Your look is even more… abhorrent in person.

(Effy’s eyes slit together.)

Effy McAvoy: And you must be that wall street jackass who doubles as a poor Regina George clone.

Kendall Von: Pfft! Regina George? Please, I’m far more intelligent and proper than that airhead, but I guess some people can call me a mean girl. I’m just about my business. Nothing more.

Effy McAvoy: Yeah? Then maybe you can continue to mind yours and walk off. 

Kendall Von: Oooh. Someone sure is feisty! What’s wrong? Did the looks comment bother you?

Effy McAvoy: Oh, no, no. You aren’t the first person to go after that, and frankly, I don’t care. The fact you decided to bring it up goes to show you truly don’t know a single thing about me and only want to make childish comments at me. Still, you’ll come to learn soon enough that anyone who wants to try and talk down on me will get what’s coming to them.

Kendall Von: :mjlol: !! Alright. If you say so. I mean, I just think it’s such a shame a walking freak gets to parade around these parts, but luckily for me, this brand understands what being marketable entails—and who knows?

(Kendall smirks, giving a sarcastic boop on Effy’s nose.)

Kendall Von: Maybe when the time comes for me to be champion, I’ll be the one to save that title from you.

(Kendall grins and walks off. Effy stares off into the direction she disappears in, shaking her head.)

Effy McAvoy: *Right.* That’s what they all say.

(Michael parts his lips to speak, but by then, Effy is making her way out of the space. He clears his throat, realizing it’s better to end things off from there.)

Michael Belfort: Well, competition seems to be brewing already as some of the rookies are making it known from early they’re not waiting for a chance to shine at the expense of Dynasty’s longer-tenured stars. I guess we will see where all of this leads to.

(And from there, Dynasty fades elsewhere…)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area of the McKenzie Arena, more specifically, inside the office of Tyrone Montgomery. He’s seen doing some work, minding his own business and enjoying these small moments of peace while he has them. But before long…)

(Knock knock.)

(A gentle knock at the door is heard. Tyrone looks up from what he’s doing, beginning to speak up.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Come in! 

(The door slowly begins to open up, as in comes David Gideon Smith. He has a serious expression on his face, glancing directly at Tyrone as he makes his way inside.)

Tyrone Montgomery: David, it’s good to see you. I heard you had something to say to me?

David Gideon Smith: Yes…

(David makes his way over and takes a seat across from Tyrone, clasping his hands as he leans forward.)

David Gideon Smith: Upon my slaying of the Dragonborn, I took some time to myself. I allowed solitary confines to embrace me, and I sat in my own thoughts. I allowed it to simmer and fester, and allowed myself to come to a realization. Pain For Pride was… disappointing. I was ashamed of Brian Daniels and the effort that he had put up against me, even though I had done *everything* to make sure it was otherwise. My debut on the grandest stage was underwhelming, and I seek more. I seek an opponent much more worth my time, someone who actually wants me to bring the fight out of them rather than a fragile shell of what they once were. I have learned that I am quite above that in nature. 

Tyrone Montgomery: Is that so? Well, I’m not one to deny an Elitist-

David Gideon Smith: Tsk…

Tyrone Montgomery: … *someone* of such an opportunity. I don’t imagine that you are in the business of specifics at the moment. 

David Gideon Smith: Whoever you deem to be in my best interest. I understand that I have never been your cup of tea, Tyrone, hence why I have been held back from all the vanities that this brand has to offer in terms of Championships. But that’s okay… I don’t take it personally. All I ask of you is to line them up, and I will knock them down. Whatever happens next is a game of fate, don’t you agree?

(Tyrone is about to answer, but as he does, he tilts his head and looks toward the doorway.)

Tyrone Montgomery: You know what… I could not agree more. 

(David turns his attention toward the entrance.)

Rei Oboro: Ohhhhhh, the thrill of competition. Dynasty has been more than exceptional of fulfilling my muse; I must applaud you for that, Tyrone. 

Tyrone Montgomery: Thank… you? I suppose that you’re here for the same reason that David is? You seek some competition?

Rei Oboro: Yes, indeed. While it has been the most exciting to participate in whatever you find fit to throw me into, I believe that there is more out there for me to sink my teeth into. What are you suggesting, Tyrone…?

(Rei glances down at David, who has not reacted at all to what is happening.)

Rei Oboro: You say that I face him?

Tyrone Montgomery: Well-

???: I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but peek in on this conversation. 

(Everyone glances over as another person is seen entering the scene. Winona Hendrickson is seen leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on her face.)

Winona Hendrickson: I apologize for my lack of manners, but I figured that you can’t get anywhere around here by just standing still. You hear people talk about opportunity, and you can’t help but barge in and call your shot as well. Is that so wrong? Isn’t that just the nature of the wrestling business?

(None of them find themselves necessarily disagreeing with that, as Winona shrugs her shoulders and walks further into the room.)

Winona Hendrickson: We’re all here for something. Whether it’s to satisfy an appetite or to seek something more, personally, I agree with David: I’m tired of the lackluster competition. I want people who are going to go out to the ring and give me a fight, and if that means facing both of them, which is not a bad suggestion if I do say so myself, then so be it. I’m going to throw my hat into the race, and I’m going to make sure that this is my season.

Tyrone Montgomery: I agree-

???: What are you implying, Winona?

Tyrone Montgomery: :francis:

(Everyone once again looks over at yet another interruption. Hanako Nanami is seen storming in, looking quite unhappy with what she overheard.)

Hanako Nanami: Are you implying that I am “lackluster”? Because I advise you not to get on my bad side especially considering that we treated eachother with respect in our match. 

Winona Hendrickson: I just wanted something more, is that too much to ask for-

Hanako Nanami: Enough. I’m not going to hear it from you. I am more than capable of puting you down just as I promised, and what happened last week doesn’t change that. I hoped that you would have the decency to treat yourself better than that, but maybe I was wrong, now the gloves are off. And do you really want to see what’s going to happen? 

Winona Hendrickson: Hold on. Alright, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you have no room to try and tell me any of this especially considering that you were the one lying on your back last week. You can throw these hypotheticals around all you want, but it doesn’t change the facts, and the last thing that I am going to do is stand around and let you drag my name through the mud like this is some sort of joke.

Hanako Nanami: You think I’m joking?

Rei Oboro: Yes, do argue more. This will only make our inevitable battle all the more enjoyable for me when the time comes…

Winona Hendrickson & Hanako Nanami: SHUT UP!

Tyrone Montgomery: Alright, stop it! Enough from all of you! It’s clear that there is animosity beginning to stir, but I am not going to allow it to boil over in my office. We will do this as we have always done, in the ring, so I am here to give a solution to all of you. It will be David Gideon Smith, Hanako Nanami, Rei Oboro, and Winona Hendrickson in a fatal four-way match at Reckless Wiring!

(The crowd inside the arena is heard cheering loudly for this, all of them looking amongst themselves at their future competition.)

Hanako Nanami: Fine by me. More than enough to right a wrong. 

(Hanako glances at Winona as she turns around and makes her way out of the office. Winona glances back at her, crossing her arms.)

Winona Hendrickson: So much hate… for what?

Rei Oboro: You should be happy… imagine all the fun that can be had in that ring. It excites me to think about…

(Winona looks weirded out by Rei, as she turns around and begins to make her way out of the office. Rei slowly follows behind her as the scene is left with the two people who started. Tyrone looks back down at David, who didn’t intervene once in the conflict, and hasn’t moved.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Satisfied?

(David glances back at Tyrone, chuckling.)

David Gideon Smith: Plenty. 

(David stands up from his chair as he begins to make his way out of the frame, with that being the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Taco Bell, featuring one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions TLA smugly telling the viewers Mexicans are always right about the dangers of inauthentic Mexican cuisine.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades backstage to a loud commotion as a hooded, masked figure can be seen absolutely brutalizing NICK with a sledgehammer!)

Stew-O: What the hell is going on?!

Flannery McCoy: NICK has been busted wide open, there’s blood pouring like a waterfall out of his forehead!

Jake Mercer: But who IS that? They’re completely covered up! Whoever they are, they’re fighting like they have a BLOOD feud with NICK!

Stew-O: OH! AND A MASSIVE SHOT TO THE SIDE OF NICK’S HEAD JUST FLATTENS HIM!

Flannery McCoy: BUT NO MERCY TO BE SHOWN!

Jake Mercer: THE AMBUSHER IS STOMPING NICK THE HELL OUT! NICK HAS A MATCH COMING UP, HOW IS HE GOING TO COMPETE?!

(The video feed lingers on the bloodied and bruised NICK laid out; medics and backstage officials rush to attend to NICK before the feed fades to black.)

(A commercial plays showing upcoming Playstation releases, followed by vociferous boos from the live audience advocating for physical discs to be sold.)

(The video feed fades back to a panning shot of the arena.)

Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep began blaring through the speakers to tremendous cheers as Michael Machina marches out from behind the stage curtains, without the World Heavyweight Championship we’ve gotten accustomed to seeing wrapped around his waist. Machina is still looking disgruntled as he storms down the ramp towards the squared circle.)

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds… HE IS THE NEW LEGEND, MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Stew-O: We saw Machina get into quite a confrontation with BRAE and Brianna Hill last week!

Flannery McCoy: All of them are chomping at the bit for an opportunity to take a shot at Drake King’s World Heavyweight Championship!

Jake Mercer: Things got heated, especially when Machina himself got COMPARED to Drake King, a comparison that he definitely took offense to! He was looking to make a statement this week, but with his opponent’s condition… is there even going to be a match?

(Machina stood waiting in the ring, waiting and waiting… but it didn’t seem like anyone was going to come out. He started getting frustrated when, suddenly, ‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae began blaring through the speakers to shocked cheers. Nobody came out for a few moments, but then, NICK suddenly staggered out from behind the stage curtains, still bloodied and struggling to walk but just as determined as ever. The crowd cheered him on as he staggered down the ramp towards an expectant Michael Machina.)

Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 pounds… he is EL CASTIGADOR, NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!

Stew-O: He does NOT look in good shape right now, but kudos to him, it looks like he’s still wanting to fight!

Flannery McCoy: Bravery is all well and good, but going up against the recent World Heavyweight Champion, especially when he’s in the type of mood that he’s been in since Pain for Pride, while you’re barely able to walk doesn’t seem like a good idea at all!

Jake Mercer: NICK is a fighter in his heart; whether he’s physically able to or not, he’s not going to let this match end in a forfeit!

(NICK struggles to enter the ring before he leans back against his corner, taking a moment to breathe as he stares Machina down across the ring.)

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Stew-O: And the match is underway! NICK isn’t immediately doing anything, still gritting his teeth and taking deep breaths…

Flannery McCoy: But Machina is in no mood to grace NICK with any mercy, regardless of the condition NICK is in! Whether it’s brave or not, a match is a match and Machina is in it to win it!

Jake Mercer: Machina SPEEDS across the length of the ring, looking to crash into NICK in the corner with a shoulder tackle!

Stew-O: But NICK managed to duck off to the side, causing Machina to crash into the corner!

Flannery McCoy: And now NICK is peppering Machina with strike after strike, all that he can manage! Jabs and hooks firing off as Machina has his back to the corner–

Jake Mercer: But a huge shove by Machina causes NICK to fall back!

Stew-O: NICK starts to stagger back up to a standing position, but he’s taking too much time due to his injuries :lupe: 

Flannery McCoy: BIG BOOT BY MACHINA THE MOMENT NICK GETS BACK UP!

Jake Mercer: All the effort NICK put into getting back up just to get flattened by Machina the same way that mysterious assailant flattened him with the sledgehammer!

Stew-O: And now Machina is just stomping NICK the hell out! There’s nothing that he can do!

Flannery McCoy: NICK gets plucked off the canvas with a classic bodyslam hold before Machina LEAPS up into the air, crashing down with a moonsault fallaway slam!

Jake Mercer: AND A DOUBLE TAP! MACHINA GETS BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND LEAPS RIGHT BACK UP INTO THE AIR, CRASHING DOWN WITH A STANDING MOONSAULT!

Stew-O: Machina’s trademark synthesis of strength and agility on full display here, but it’s like beating a dead horse… NICK can barely put up a fight!

Flannery McCoy: Machina senses that as he just goes straight to hook the leg! The referee slides in for the count!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THRE-

Jake Mercer: WHAT?! NICK KICKED OUT!

Stew-O: A tremendous display of resilience from NICK, but that only seems to have made the New Legend angrier!

Flannery McCoy: Machina slams his fist right onto the busted-open forehead of NICK before rising back to his feet!

Jake Mercer: And now Machina walks around on the canvas, measuring up his injured opponent like a shark that has smelled blood in the water… almost literally, in this case!

Stew-O: Is NICK even going to be able to get back to his feet? He was able to kick out, but I don’t know how much fight he has left in him!

Flannery McCoy: Slowly but surely, NICK is clawing at the ropes for leverage as he struggles to stagger back to his feet, breathing deeply as he does!

Jake Mercer: Machina narrows his eyes as NICK rises back to his feet before gesturing towards the New Legend, telling him… to bring it!

Stew-O: Now THAT’S bravado–

Flannery McCoy: ALL FOR NAUGHT! BULLET FROM HELL! BULLET FROM HELL! NICK HAS BEEN TORN IN HALF BY THAT TREMENDOUS SPEAR FROM MICHAEL MACHINA!

Jake Mercer: AND NOW MACHINA HOOKS THE LEGS!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep begins blaring through the speakers once again as the crowd cheers both men, despite the circumstances, due to Machina’s strength and NICK’s final display of resilience.)

Stephie Love: YOUR WINNER… MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Stew-O: Machina looks down at NICK, who isn’t moving at all as he lays on the canvas with some blood pooling around his head after the rough landing he took from the Bullet from Hell!

Flannery McCoy: The New Legend isn’t even taking the opportunity to celebrate the win, just exiting the ring and making his way backstage after the easy night!

Jake Mercer: Once again, the medical officials rush in to check on NICK, who still isn’t moving at all! Things aren’t looking good here…

(NICK gets placed on a stretcher before being carried out by the paramedics, and the fans in attendance chant NICK’s name as he’s taken up the ramp backstage.)

(A commercial plays showing Metaphor ReFantazio and promoting its release on the Nintendo Switch 2.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades back to the commentary desk, showing the team of Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, and Jake Mercer.)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve gotten word from the paramedics that NICK’s injuries were worse than expected and only got exacerbated as a result of his match with Michael Machina.

Stew-O: We don’t know at this time how long that NICK is going to be out, but he is currently being put on indefinite medical leave to recover from his injuries; when we get more information on the extent of the injuries, you’ll hear it from us first.

Stew-O: Please keep NICK in your thoughts. Thank you.

(The video feed lingers on the commentary desk before fading to black.)

(A commercial plays for Midsummer Massacre.)

(Backstage, Kirk Redwood can be seen storming through the halls, head snapping from side to side. Hands are balled into fists, and there’s no wasted movement in his steps.)

Stew-O: Oh, well this is interesting–Kirk Redwood is here, and it looks like he can be looking for someone. More specifically, Cy Henderson, who got involved in his match last week and cost him the win!

Jake Mercer: :lupe: !! He definitely looks mad! Ain’t no doubt about that! Some of the crew members better be careful before they end up in a storm they don’t want to be caught in!

(Kirk continues to steam down the corridor, advancing towards a lockerroom.)

Kirk Redwood: Where you at, you bastard? Huh? Can’t handle a little bit of bite now, huh?!

(WHAM!)

Crowd: :damn:

(The door swings open after Kirk kicks it!)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(… but Cy Henderson isn’t around.)

Kirk Redwood: Tch. All that tough shit but can’t even handle the consequences of your actions. Real nice.

(Kirk huffs, but he doesn’t stew for much longer. He turns back around, eyes landing everywhere possible to deduce where Cy could even be in the moment.)

Flannery McCoy: You can tell the frustration is getting to him. 

(Kirk stalks down, and goes to make a left—)

(CRAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!)

Stew-O: WHOA! WHAT THE—?! KIRK GOES DOWN AS A STELL CHAIR WAS THROWN AT HIM!

(Kirk groans, favoring his face! All the while, someone walks up, shaking their head.)

Cy Henderson: Looking for me, huh? Big mistake.

(Kirk can’t get up, and Cy goes to attack him!)

Stew-O: WELL, A CALL-OUT HAS TURNED ITSELF AROUND ON KIRK, AS CY HENDERSON WAS ABLE TO GET THE DROP ON HIM FIRST! HE MOUNTS REDWOOD, PUMMELING HIM WITH PUNCHES! CY FELT LIKE KIRK DISRESPECTED HIM LAST WEEK, LEADING TO HIS INVOLVEMENT IN THE MAIN EVENT, AND NOW, HE’S LOOKING TO DO FURTHER DAMAGE!

Jake Mercer: Can’t say he didn’t get what he was asking for! Cy was just all the more eager to oblige! Henderson takes him up and TOSSES HIS BACK INTO THE WALL! Down goes Kirk, grimacing in pain! This just bit him on th ass in the most painful way possible!

(Cy walks over, snarling. He roughs up Kirk by the back of his neck.)

Cy Henderson: You’ve got no right disrespecting me, jackass. Not when I continue to be on a level you will NEVER reach here in EAW. You did this to your own damn self!

(Cy snatches him up, looking to toss him into the wall once more—!!)

Flannery McCoy: WAIT! KIRK GRABS CY AND AT THE LAST SECOND SENDS HIM BARRELING INTO THE WALL INSTEAD!

(CRAAAAAACK!!!)

Stew-O: A REVERSAL! CY COLLAPSES TO HIS KNEES, IMMEDIATELY FAVORING THE LOWER SPINE! HE GRUNTS, PRESSING HIS PALMS AGAINST THE WALL TO TRY AND STEADY HIMSELF..

(Kirk picks up something.)

Jake Mercer: ?!?! WAIT! WAIT!! LOOK OUT—

(CRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!)

Flannery McCouy: KIRK SMASHES THE CHAIR INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, SANDWICHING IT BETWEEN THE WALL! OH MY GOD!!

(Cy slumps down, and a limping Kirk snarls, shouting down at him.)

Kirk Redwood: FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! FUCK! YOU!!

(He raises the steel chair again…)

Stew-O: AND SECURITY HAVE RUSHED IN, TACKLING KIRK DOWN TO THE GROUND! HE IS INCENSED! HE’S SCREAMING, YELLING AT THEM TO LET GO BUT THEY RESTRAIN HIM WHILE MEDICAL PERSONNEL FLOOD THE SCENE!

Jake Mercer: This is insane! What the hell is going on?!?!

(The chair is wrestled from his grasp. Kirk remains livid, even as some of the medical staff try and check on him, revealing the gash along his forehead. Cy is barely conscious. From there, the scene fades to ringside.)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following main event tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics blared through the speakers as the crowd did not react in a very positive manner, which is made glaringly apparent with Harper Lee holding the briefcase, emerging from the back & standing at the ramp. ‘NAKAMURA’ by Lil Uzi Vert can be heard throughout the speakers, as the audience lets their voices be heard once more with the arrival of KASAI. The Empress of Elite takes in the atmosphere while shooting the smirk at Harper.) 

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE TEAM OF 2026 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER, HARPER LEE, AND THE EMPRESS OF ELITE, KASAI!!! 

Stew-O: And here we are, as these two elitists have already been able to frequent one another now & 

 find themselves on quite the complicated wavelength tonight as they have to work together in this main event, which should be very interesting to see. 

Flannery McCoy: Will certainly be a rather compelling  match for them to partake in, but they are both familiar with having to work alongside interesting partners in the past as well. This should have the chance of panning out well if they can work together! 

(‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds with immense reactions. Chris Elite emerges from the back with a confident & focused expression on his face, ‘New Devil’ by Asking Alexandria can be heard blaring throughout the speakers now, as the crowd responds in waves with the arrival of Daryl Kinkade, also confident as ever.) 

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING THEIR OPPONENTS, THE TEAM OF EAW HALL OF FAMER, CHRIS ELITE, & THE KINK OF ELITE, DARYL KINKADE!!! 

Stew-O: And now we have another team that’s looking to get themselves motioning for quite the exemplary outing tonight against two elitists who need their own momentum, which makes this all the more important for Elite & Kinkade.

Jake Mercer: They’re gonna have to work together just as well if not better than the team they’re standing across from, so any differences they have will need to be set to the wayside as this is the main event of Dynasty we’re talking about right here and right now! 

(DING! DING! DING)

Stew-O: AND WE’RE OFF! Daryl Kinkade started on one side, KASAI in here on the other. There is some definite interest here in this tag team match! We have seen KASAI and Harper Lee come to interesting agreements as of late– AND LET’S SEE HOW THAT DEFLECTS, AS IMMEDIATELY KASAI NAILS A DROPKICK RIGHT OFF THE BAT! Daryl didn’t have much time to respond, but here we go now, as KASAI slowly already is ascending to the top rope! She remains high up there now, as she glares down at Daryl Kinkade who is slowly rising up and onto his feet—AND A MISSILE DROPKICK TO DARYL CONNECTS! A hot and heavy start here, as KASAI goes for the cover!

ONEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOO!

THR–

Flannery McCoy: But KASAI has to keep working forward as Daryl Kinkade kicks out! KASAI suddenly drags Daryl Kinkade up off the mat. A wrist lock applied onto him now! As she is trying to wear and tear him, as we dig deeper  here while Kinkade hasn’t been able to get going so far, as KASAI is immediately looking toward Harper Lee for the tag! Harper’s expression is, well, rather questionable, but surely enough… 

(TAG!)

Jake Mercer: There’s the tag! KASAI still is holding the arm of Daryl– AS HARPER COMES DOWN ON THAT ARM WITH A KNEE! You can see the ache in Daryl Kinkade’s eye. On the other side of the ring, a head shake from Chris Elite follows up! Harper Lee is on the offense now, is showing some aggression and frustration, as she puts Daryl Kinkade in the corner—AND A FOREARM STRIKE FOLLOWS! That one had to hurt, as Harper Lee now backs up—AND RUSHES BACK FORWARD LOOKING FOR A STRONG ELBOW SMASH IN THE CORNER—BUT DARYL EVADES DISASTER! 

Stew-O: That was a good situation for Harper turned into a bad one, you can see her in that corner tending to the hurt elbow—AS DARYL RETORTS WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW INTO HARPER! A huge swing of momentum for Daryl Kinkade, as both Harper and Daryl are down, both on the lookout for their tag team partners. This match continues to move at quite the accelerated pace here as now Daryl is motioning himself upward, and he’s making sure that he can maintain himself accordingly here as he’s dragging Harper over to the corner of the ring, and he’s looking to send the pressure with these stomps! 

Stew-O: BUT HARPER WITH A KICK TO THE ARM! Daryl is forced to back off as now Harper Lee is looking to quickly take hold of the arm while she can, as she’s now TWISTING DARYL INTO THE TURNBUCKLE SHOULDER FIRST! As now Daryl Kinkade finds himself between a rock and a hard place, trying to dig himself out of it as quickly as one possibly can! He finds himself motioning away, shaking his own head as he’s looking to compound all of the strife that he’s facing at the moment while Chris Elite is still looking on from where he’s situated in his own right! 

Flannery McCoy: As now Harper is wrenching the arm back around while not giving Daryl much of a choice in how he’d like for the momentum to shift, as she’s leading him along and over to the ropes, now pressing his arm right over the middle rope as she’s now bending her arm over the harsh rope, wrenching on it immensely as the referee is now counting down! Harper is doing absolutely that she possibly can to make sure that there is no holding back on all of the control there is to maintain right now! Daryl finds himself in a world of trouble that he can’t quite escape from for the time being! 

Jake Mercer: ‘Till Harper Lee finally decides to let go of that arm as now Daryl is holding onto it for the time being! Harper is glancing toward KASAI, who is nodding with a grin on her face as she simply rolls her eyes, now looking to make sure there’s no avenue for Daryl to find himself returning back to any position of prominence for himself as she’s now rushing the ropes, and running back toward Kinkade for a swift BOOT—BUT A SUDDEN LARIAT FROM DARYL TURNS HARPER INSIDE OUT!!! Harper is wide eyed as now Daryl is motioning himself upward, and he finds himself motioning toward the corner while KASAI is extending her own hand, which allows for Harper to make the tag! 

(TAG!) 

(TAG!) 

Stew-O: KASAI & CHRIS ELITE ARE IN THIS MATCH NOW! KASAI is sending the kicks across the chest as Chris is remaining quite resilient at the moment! He’s trading with a strong elbow of his own after each kick that KASAI is sending across his chest—which is ultimately prevailing at the moment! Chris is weakening a fair bit as he’s now dropping to a knee after a strong kick across his temple causes him to falter, which is allowing KASAI this precious time to nail a true haymaker as she’s now seeking out this HIGH KICK ACROSS THE TEMPLE ONCE MORE—

Flannery McCoy: BUT CHRIS IS ABLE TO CATCH THE LEG—AND HE NAILS A KNEE JAMMER RIGHT OVER HIS OWN SHOULDER!!! KASAI is immediately clutching onto her own leg here as she’s stumbling over to the corner, as Chris Elite is now able to recover & get himself back on track! This match is absolutely shifting in a manner that I wasn’t expecting, but Chris is now motioning accordingly, now rushing himself toward KASAI while he can, able to leap forward as a FOREARM SMASH keeps KASAI rocked at bay! The Empress of Elite can’t do too much about this right now, and Chris is in control! 

Jake Mercer: Not good at all! Now Chris is sending the pressure forward, as he’s sending forearm after forearm coming the way of KASAI as the referee is now counting down! Chris eventually backs himself away, nodding along as he wants to make sure that there’s all of the room to keep on working, as he’s now dragging KASAI over, and hoisting her right over his own shoulder! He’s looking for a real big one that’ll put her down, and I know that he’s not here to slow down! RUSHING AHEAD FOR THE LAWN DART INTO THE CORNER—

Stew-O: KASAI SQUIRMS BACK & NAILS A REVERSE DDT ONTO THE CANVAS!!! Chris is scrambled up right now as he’s just been spiked down onto the mat, while KASAI is now making her own way back up, shaking her head as she’s looking to make sure that she’s got everything in her disposal to keep on applying her own pressure! Now KASAI is back up to her feet, nodding to herself instead as she’s able to send a BLISTERING KICK ACROSS HIS CHEST ONCE MORE! Chris is shaking his head in a grimace as he’s stumbling back into the corner! 

Flannery McCoy: As now KASAI is loading up! KICK AFTER KICK! MAKING SURE THAT CHRIS CAN’T MANEUVER AS EASILY AS HE WOULD LIKE! KASAI is refusing to slow down, every single kick is sprawling forward for absolutely everything that it’s possibly worth, and they’re doing all that they can to keep Chris Elite at bay as she’s forced to back away before the five count can follow through! KASAI has to back away, with Chris stumbling forward as now she’s looking to put him back down through the ROUNDHOUSE KICK! 

Jake Mercer: CHRIS DUCKS THE KICK—AND ROCKS KASAI WITH ‘SNOOZE’!!! THE UPPERCUT CATCHES KASAI OFF GUARD! She’s left absolutely dazed right now and I don’t think she’s able to map what’s coming for her next! Chris reels her right over, and he’s not slowing himself down here as he’s now looking to keep the pressure for his own self amplified from here, as he’s now HOISTING KASAI & NAILS THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Chris maintains the pain here as the referee slides over to the count! 

ONEEEEEEEEEE! 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 

THR—

Stew-O: NO! NOTHING THERE! KASAI is left in quite the scramble for herself here as now Chris Elite is looking to make all the more arise from this opportunity, as he’s dragging KASAI over to the corner while she’s still staggered to a considerable degree! Now Chris is looking to motion over to the apron, waiting for KASAI to steadily rise upward as he’s got enough of a position here to continue taking over this match, as he’s LOOKING TO LEAP UP TO THE TOP ROPE & SPRINGBOARD—

Flannery McCoy: BUT HARPER LEE SHOVES CHRIS ELITE OFF THE TOP ROPE! CHRIS COLLAPES OFF THE APRON & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! KASAI is now rising, and Harper is glaring toward her as he’s extending her own hand, and all the while, pointing toward the downed Chris Elite as well! I believe she knows very well where they will ultimately be taking this from here! This is quite the tumultuous journey, yet KASAI’s own grin is resurfacing as they both know what to do now! 

(TAG!) 

Jake Mercer: As Harper is now the legal competitor in the match—while they BOTH slide out of the ring & begin to lay in on Chris Elite! Harper & KASAI are sending the stomps down onto Chris to weaken him even further, looking to ensure that there is not another avenue here to ensure that Chris is garnering any semblance of control for himself in this match again! And now they’re both looking to drag him upward, and they have all of the advantage in the world right now as they’re hoisting the former World Heavyweight Champion high off the ringside floor—

Stew-O: INTO A GOURDBUSTER RIGHT OVER THE BARRICADE!!! I know that Chris felt every single bit of that as his midsection fell hard onto the hardest section of the barricade right there! Harper & KASAI have been able to work together more than well enough the longer that this match continues to follow suit, as they’re looking to drag Chris back up to his feet, doing all that they can to keep the control maintained while this match continues—BUT LOOK WHO’S LAUNCHING THEMSELVES TOWARD THE TWO! 

Flannery McCoy: DARYL KINKADE WITH A SUDDEN SUICIDE DIVE TOWARD HARPER LEE & KASAI!!! THEY’RE BOTH TAKEN OFF THEIR FEET AS DARYL SPRAWLED FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! Now Daryl is getting himself back up as he’s all kinds of fired up now! He’s taking hold of Harper Lee, and dragging her back into the ring and tossing her right on through! And now he’s also dragging Chris over to their own corner, rising up to the apron as Chris has the wherewithal to bring himself upward and finally make that tag to Daryl Kinkade in this match! 

(TAG!) 

Jake Mercer: And now Daryl is in this match!!! Harper is trying to bring herself upward while Kinkade is now motioning over, and he’s bringing Harper back up to her feet while looking to make the most out of the opportunity here, looking to HOIST HARPER UPWARD AS HE SEEKS OUT THIS TIGER SUPLEX—BUT HARPER SQUIRMS FREE & ALLOWS FOR A SUDDEN ENZIGURI FROM HERE! Daryl is put down as Harper is now bringing herself back up to her own two feet, refusing to slow down here as she motions back Kinkade looking for ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS’—

Stew-O: KINKADE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPE TO HALT HARPER LEE! Harper lands back first onto the canvas as Daryl is now looking to take advantage of the moment while he still can, rushing himself past Harper Lee & looking to put her down as he’s leaping toward the ropes—AND CATCHES HARPER LEE WITH ‘DKO’!!!! THE OSCUTTER PLANTS HARPER LEE DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH MORE THAN ENOUGH AUTHORITY! Daryl hooks the leg!!! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEE—

Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT! Harper Lee is able to keep herself in this match while she can, and now Daryl is backing away into the corner! He’s nodding to himself as he sees that the win is right there in his grasp with one more strong maneuver! Kinkade is on the prowl, and he’s rolling up his elbow pad while Harper is stirring here, as he may be looking for the ‘BOW DOWN TO THE—

Jake Mercer; KASAI WITH A HEAD KICK FROM THE APRON!!! Daryl is immediately staggered as the back of his head is caught there as now Harper has the opportunity take advantage, rushing ahead & now looking for all of it with what he’s got to give, as HARPER REELS DARYL INTO ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS’ THIS TIME AROUND! Now the cover is made from here! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEE—

Stew-O: KICK OUT! Daryl is staying in this, but KASAI is back to her corner as she’s looking toward Harper, as the two share a mutual glance toward one another! They’re understanding that they have been working well together & this can surmount the need for the win here! Now Harper is motioning herself over to KASAI, steadily nodding as she soon tags KASAI back into this match from here! 

(TAG!) 

Flannery McCoy: AS KASAI IS NOW QUICKLY HEADING BACK OVER TO DARYL, AND SHE SEES HER OWN OPPORTUNITY HERE THROUGH ‘ABDICATION’—

Jake Mercer: BUT DARYL CATCHES KASAI—AND DROPS HER DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS! He does so while he’s now stumbling backward and into the corner, left in his own daze here as KASAI is also in disarray! 

(TAG!) 

Stew-O: With KASAI motioning upward now, refusing to stay down for long as she needs to keep herself moving in this—ONLY FOR CHRIS ELITE TO LEAP FORWARD WITH A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH AFTER TAGGING HIMSELF IN! Now Chris is looking for the end here, trying to wrap this match up about as quickly as can manage, AS HE RUSHES FORWARD FOR THE ‘BOX OFFICE SMASH’—

Flannery McCoy: ‘ABDICATION’ CATCHES CHRIS BEFORE HE COULD EVEN LEAP A FOOT OFF THE CANVAS!!!! Chris is absolutely staggered as now KASAI is looking to motion upward, and Harper emerges along the apron, nodding to KASAI as a wicked grin emerges from the Empress of Elite! They truly seem to be on the exact same page here! KASAI is rising upward, and she’s ready to signal for the end as she—

Jake Mercer: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?? HARPER LEE WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO KASAI!!!!! WHY??? AND NOW SHE’S JUST LAYING INTO KASAI RIGHT NOW! STOMP AFTER STOMP WHILE CLUTCHING ONTO THE ROPE HERE! JUST AS KASAI WAS SOLD ON THE DREAM TEAM COMING TO FRUITION! 

Stew-O: And now Harper is sliding herself out of the ring! KASAI is left in the struggle while Harper isn’t even bothering to give another glance, rolling her own eyes as KASAI is glaring toward Harper while trying to hold onto the ropes to hold herself back up—

Flannery McCoy: AS CHRIS HOISTS KASAI OVER HIS SHOULDERS FROM BEHIND—AND GETS ‘HOURS IN SILENCE’ ROCKING KASAI TO HER CORE!!! REVERSE GTS! CHRIS HOOKS THE LEG 

AFTERWARDS! 

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 

(Harper gives one last glance back to the ring—not in any admittance or need to rush in, just to cast her own glance of judgment.) 

(DING! DING! DING!) 

Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… CHRIS ELITE & DARYL KINKADE!!!! 

Jake Mercer: Well, that sure as hell didn’t pan out at all like how KASAI may have wanted for that to go! To think that they were actually working pretty damn well together too! But Harper just had other ideas, and that was something that should’ve always been warned about with this woman! 

Stew-O: Certainly doesn’t help matters after such a great main event, but Chris Elite & Daryl Kinkade are able to emerge from that moment with their own momentum as they pick up a great win in this match! That’ll do it for another main event right here on Dynasty! 

(‘In Control’ blares throughout the speakers as Chris Elite rises to his feet, with Daryl rolling himself back into the ring as the referee raises both of their arms in victory. KASAI is glaring herself toward the ramp while clutching the back of her head, a discontented glare while Harper is looking upon her own briefcase, her own scheming continuing to remain apparent as the scene fades.) 

(EAW logo buzzes.)

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. Various highlights from Pain for Pride and the Draft Show plays. After each big moment is highlighted, the intro ends, and the camera takes the viewers over to a live look of the CFG Bank Arena in Baltimore, Maryland. Pyro goes off, with graphics commemorating the twentieth season of EAW being showcased on the titantron and LED aprons. The crowd cheers, and then, the shot switches over to the commentary team.)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY—AND THE START OF SZN 20! WE! ARE! HERE! ALMOST 20 FULL YEARS OF EAW BEING THE STANDARD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, AND WE ARE NOT SLOWING DOWN FOR A SINGLE SECOND!

Jake Mercer: Yessir! Who would’ve thought, huh!? It is an honor being here, and I cannot wait to be here for even more seasons!

Flannery McCoy: Neither can I. It truly is a blessing. Not many promotions can say they have been around for three decades, but we can—and we’re getting bigger and better each and every week.

Stew-O: Absolutely. The first episode from us this season means that we are setting the pace, and– oh, hang on. I’m getting word there is something going on backstage?

(All three commentators raise their eyebrows as they are spoken to through earpieces.)

Jake Mercer: … huh. Guess we’ll see what’s happening, won’t we?

(The camera switches away from ringside, and the shot traverses backstage to where Michael Belfort is seen. He treks through the corridor, microphone in hand while bringing the fingers of the other one up to his earpiece.)

Michael Belfort: And then, I just make a right, yes? … Okay, I think we’re there. Thank you.

(Michael nods and glances toward one of the camera operators.)

Michael Belfort: He’s nearby. Just a little longer.

(They come up with another part on the right, as instructed. They turn, making their way down. The lights become dimmer. Eventually, they arrive at a closed door, along with a sign hanging off of it: The Wondrous Sanctum of God.)

Michael Belfort: Huh. Definitely made himself right at home.

(Michael doesn’t think much of it, however; a job has to be done, and personal opinions aside, that’s what he aims to do. A few sturdy knocks, and he takes a step back, patiently waiting.)

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???: Who is there?

Michael Belfort: Hello, it’s me: Michael Belfort, senior interviewer for EAW. I came to ask a few questions to Drake King, if that is alright? I understand he may be a busy man, so–

???: God.

Michael Belfort: I, I’m sorry?

???: He is no mere man. He is the Grand Savior of this World, and you shall address him properly if you truly do desire to speak with him.

Michael Belfort: O-oh, right. My apologies, then.

(Michael clears his throat, already beginning to sweat.)

Michael Belfort: Then allow me to start over: I wish to speak with God and inquire him briefly about his prior statements.

(For a moment, there’s nothing but silence from the other end. Michael remains standing, gaze uncertain as he continues to stare at the door. He could’ve sworn he heard the makings of some hushed whispers, as though a group were deliberating on what to do—or, if Michael’s redo was acceptable.)

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(… eventually, the door cracks open.)

???: Enter.

Michael Belfort: Thank you.

(Upon entering, Michael looks around, and his eyes widen slightly. The locker room space has transformed drastically, with a low lightning to exemplify the gentle glow of candles, along with an altar, and four chairs. Three before the altar, and one somewhat to the side of it. Almost like a throne.)

(Seated in that proverbial throne is none other than Drake King himself.)

(Sister Annabelle is seated, a familiar face. Two people, however, remain standing, looking right at the interviewer: Father Abraham, and Minister Boveri, who Michael is able to quickly surmise as the one who he was speaking to from behind the door. He gives everyone a nod of quiet acknowledgement before approaching Drake.)

Michael Belfort: Drake, I–

(Almost immediately, he raises his hand, stopping him in his tracks.)

Drake King: No further than that, please.

(Michael blinks, but does not question it.)

Michael Belfort: Alright, that is fine. I came to ask some questions.

Drake King: I’ve heard. Go ahead. I need to get ready soon.

Michael Belfort: Yes, I understand.

(He takes a glance over his shoulder. Father Abraham and Minister Boveri continue to stare. There’s an uneasiness to it, but Michael quickly snaps his head back to Drake, who doesn’t look the little bit amused.)

Michael Belfort: Drake, of course, you were able to vindicate yourself at Pain for Pride and claim the World Heavyweight Championship—a title you’re more than familiar with as it was the first of the now-four world titles that you have to your name. What is the feeling like for you to be back at the top of the brand most would say saw you really take off and set the standard for what was to come with you?

Drake King: Such a childish question, but I suppose I can answer. In a way, it’s almost poetic. You point out the gilded history behind it, and it’s almost as if it’s like the universe–or I, rather–intended this to be the end game. However, this is not about the earthly idea of getting to sift for the archives and bring back an old book for a chapter. This is about evolution; progress; improvement, and of course, saving this world. I am back in my rightful spot, yes—but it is just because I alone am the only one who can create seismic change in this landscape. Everyone else is too selfish and incompetent to think beyond themselves, and I had to endure what happens when said incompetence is allowed to fester.

(Drake shakes his head.)

Drake King: At least that is finally done with. I don’t wish to bring it up anymore. My mission is clear. Every aspect of this promotion will be changed for the better thanks to me, and I do not care if others may disagree with it. It is not for them to accept. They have sullied any bit of good that used to be present. Now, I wish to bring it back, and after that? My statement will carry far and wide into the world as a whole.

Michael Belfort: Right. On that subject: what exactly did you mean when you said you would save the world? Many have interpreted your goals as… well, if I must be frank, vague and are looking for more direct answers from you.

(That makes Drake lift a brow. Sister Annabelle bows her head slightly. Father Abraham and Minister Boveri’s eyes narrowed furthermore; pursed lips stretching further across their taut faces. Michael senses the atmosphere, nerves frying underneath the composed front he dons.)

(Drake then lowers the brow, and a sigh emerges.)

Drake King: Everyone certainly is impatient. Well, if you must know, I need for these people to understand that I alone am fit for this. No one else. They are so blinded by Elitists who mirror their abhorrent ways. They’ll chalk it up to things like ‘relatability’ or ‘personality’ or find some manner of commonality, because then, they can delude themselves into becoming greater than they actually are, and that is how ego develops, Michael. Vanity, or pride, is a sin so many are guilty of committing. With the eradication of it, that brick wall will no longer be in the way, and everyone will be more exposed to the truth without attempting to stifle it. And I know, you must be thinking, “how can you do that?” Well, it would be through the same manner I was able to succeed two weeks ago… I go after the talent here, all of the false idols that prop themselves up, and bring them back down from their disgusting self-made heights. Then, everyone who has ever been fooled into believing in them will go back to being far more humble. With that, the hope is that people will do some much-needed self reflection—and with enough of them doing that, no one will have to get caught up in the material needs this world has disguised as wants ever again.

Michael Belfort: Material?

Drake King: Money. Fashion. Cars. Titles. The sort. Everything that is meant to bolster their status and lull their minds into a sheep-like mentality.

(He glances at the title, which has been placed within a case on a table.)

Drake King: … there is nothing wrong with wishing to succeed in life. After all, who are we without ambition? Even I possess it, despite how righteous mine is. A mission is a mission through and through, and we all should want to strive to achieve something. But… when said ambition blooms into arrogance? It no longer becomes a noble wish—it is a destructive vice, and that is why so many people have yet to reach the level that I have.

Drake King: At times, I have lost sight of that, but that is precisely why I can speak the way that I do. I have gone through it all. Seen it all. Been through everything you can imagine. I ascended to Godhood not because it was something I declared, but because my actions have showcased my growth. It is not a right but a role I wholly embody. It’s to the point that I don’t even have any true desires to take the title with me whenever I go out to the ring, but since we are in the era of iconography, I do it so that it can remind everyone of how I was able to get it: by not sullying myself to their decrepit levels.

Michael Belfort: I-I see. Still, if you do not feel the need to carry the title, then… why were you so intent on chasing after it for an entire year? We’ve seen you become maddened with frustration after what transpired at Pain for Pride last year, and now—

Minister Boveri: I believe that is enough.

(Michael’s words crumple to the back of his throat as the minister speaks out. However, Drake raises a hand, chuckling lightly.)

Drake King: It is alright. I understand his logic, even if it is so small-minded and misaligned.

(Minister Boveri eases, only for the sake of her God.)

Drake King: … yes. I was obsessed with capturing this title—but it goes back to what I was saying, Michael, and if you open your ears rather than allow for your mouth to overtake all senses, you would connect the dots. I was an angry thing. Said anger even bled all the way through up until a few weeks ago. I did get carried away with comparing worth, resumes and legacies, but after winning the title… I became at ease once more, because the simple fact is that I did what I needed to do. I went far above and beyond what people like Cy and Machina thought, and in the end, they just couldn’t stop me.

Drake King: I am anointed. I am God. I am the rightful savior of the World, and I no longer remain angry. Everything has been settled.

(Drake leans forward slightly.)

Drake King: So, let us leave it at that. Thank you.

Michael Belfort: Okay. Okay. Well, uh, thank you for answering me, Drake. May you have a good rest of your night, and good luck.

Drake King: Luck?

(Drake guffaws.)

Drake King: God does not require luck. Just faith.

(Michael nods, hesitantly. The eyes of the others return on him, and that’s when the interviewer quickly takes his leave along with the camera crew. From there, Friday Night Dynasty fades to ringside, where Stephie Love is seen in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Memory’ by Mercy Drive starts playing and Delaney Rhodes runs out from the back with a big smile on her face. She tags the fans as she skips down the ramp. Delaney runs up the steps and climbs up the middle rope, throwing her arms out to a sizable amount of cheers from the unfamiliar crowd.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 118 pounds, from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, “THE SHARPSHOOTER” … DELLAANNEEEYYY! RHOOODDDEEESSSSSS!!

(‘Queen Leech’ by Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k hits the speakers and Rei Oboro makes her way out from the back, spinning with her arms outstretched. She shuffles down the ramp, staring a hole through every fan with an uncomfortable demeanor. She runs up the steps and swings into the ring, crawling to the bottom rope, slithering to the apron and posing.)

Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Aomori, Japan, she is “THE BEAUTIFUL RAIN” … REIIIII! OOBBBOOORRRROOOOO!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: We’re off to the races and here comes Delaney Rhodes who is looking to make an impact in her debut against Rei Oboro! Both women engage in a lock up, to which Rei swivels behind Delaney. She tries to bully her down, but Delaney with a drop toe hold! She spins into a front headlock, and Oboro runs her back-first into the turnbuckles!

Flannery McCoy: She starts beating down on her with body shots in the corner! Rei grabs Delaney by the wrist for an irish whip, but Rhodes counters it! She charges in, but Oboro ducks underneath! She hooks the waist for a back suplex, but Delaney presses her feet onto the top turnbuckle and backflips behind her. Rei turns around, and Rhodes with an armdrag!

Jake Mercer: Bad start for Oboro, who bounces up and runs in. Another armdrag! Delaney kips up to her feet and takes the arm, transitioning to an arm wringer. She then goes into a wrist lock, but Rei stomps the foot and elbows her jaw! She swivels behind, and this time, Rei gets Delaney with the back suplex! First cover of the match!

ONE–

Stew-O: Kick out from Delaney! Rei drags her up and sends an elbow to the back of the head. She nails her with a chop, and then she takes the wrist. Rei wants an irish whip, but Delaney slaps her hand down, and then an enzuigiri! Rei is on wobbly legs, and Delaney rises, quickly running off the ropes! Dropkick to the knee! Down goes Oboro!

Flannery McCoy: Delaney quickly rises to her feet and she grabs the head of Rei, gator rolling the both of them to their feet. Delaney heaves Oboro up for a snap suplex, and Rei holds at her back in pain. Delaney rises up to her feet and Rei takes the ropes as well. She runs off the ropes, looking for a clothesline… but Oboro is quick on her feet with a drop toe hold into the middle rope!

Jake Mercer: Rei rises and she bounces off the ropes! Delaney has no clue where she’s at, as Oboro throws her entire body forward with a senton to the back of Rhodes! She nearly crushed her spine there! Rei drags Delaney up and lifts her with a scoop slam. She points down and leaps into another senton!

Stew-O: Oboro is up to her feet and she drags Delaney up. She throws her into the turnbuckles and stalks her, following through with repeated corner clotheslines! Oboro keeps at it, and Delaney is dazed. Rei takes the wrist for an irish whip, but Delaney counters it! Rei is caught off guard, and here comes Rhodes with a flying corner splash!

Jake Mercer: Oboro staggers out, and Delaney runs off the ropes. She tilt-a-whirl’s around the body, throwing her with a headscissors takedown! Delaney is digging deep into her bag right now, and she’s feeling it! Rei rises, and another dropkick from Delaney!

Flannery McCoy: As Rei rises, she swings for Delaney, who ducks underneath! She traps the arms and lifts her up for a cross-arm olympic slam! Delaney quickly goes into the cover afterwards!

OONNNEEEE!!

TW—

Jake Mercer: But Rei kicks out! Delaney shakes her head and drags her up. She wraps her arms around the waist, trying for a belly to belly, but Rei stalls it! She starts to rain down vicious headbutts to the forehead of Delaney, and then runs them backwards into the turnbuckle! Rhodes wheezes out in pain, and then Rei kicks her legs out from underneath her!

Stew-O: She turns around and runs off the turnbuckles, bouncing off as she soars into a CANNONBALL SENTON! Delaney’s body gets squished by the turnbuckles, and Rei drags her up off of the canvas. She heaves her up into a fireman’s carry, marching to the center of the ring as she slams her down with a samoan drop!

Flannery McCoy: That certainly knocked all of the wind out of Rhodes! Oboro isn’t done, though. She drags Delaney up to her feet and tucks her head in. She quickly lifts her up off of the canvas, marching to the center of the ring with a sit-out powerbomb! Down for the cover!

OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOOOO-

Stew-O: But Delaney thrusts a shoulder up in time! Rei shakes her head, but she marches up to her feet. She drags Delaney up and wraps her arms around her waist, placing her up the top rope. She sends an elbow to the back of the neck, and slowly pulls her down into a tree of woe. What the hell is Rei thinking right now?!

Jake Mercer: I have no clue, but Oboro turns around and runs across the ring, bouncing off the turnbuckles! SPEAR TO DELANEY WHILE SHE’S IN TREE OF WOE POSITION–

Flannery McCoy: NO! DELANEY ROLLS OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLES IN TIME! SHE FREED HERSELF, AND SHE LANDS RIGHT BEHIND OBORO! She grabs her by the waist and she throws her with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Delaney pops up to her feet and she’s fired up now! Rei has no clue what just happened!

Stew-O: She slowly rises and swings for Delaney, who ducks underneath! Right jab! Left cross! She backs up for steam, and wants a front dropkick, but Oboro moves out of the way, and Delaney once again crashes hard! Rei bounces off the ropes and she throws her body into a FLIP SENTON! You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Jake Mercer: Oboro’s agility should not be taken lightly! She pulls Delaney up by the hair, and then transitions to grabbing her by the wrist. Delaney does all that she can to break free, but it’s no use as she gets yanked forward into ‘FINAL AGREEMENT!’ THE SHORT-ARM LARIAT BRINGS HER DOWN! Oboro hooks the legs and this one could be over!

OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: NOT YET! Delaney kicks out! Rei looks up at the referee, and we are getting an absolute treat in our first match of the night, as Delaney Rhodes is showing everyone what she’s made of! Rei looks up in disappointment, and she pulls Delaney up to her feet.

Stew-O: Front headlock from Oboro. She’s looking to heave her up off of the canvas for ‘Shattered Pillar’, but Delaney floats behind her! She grabs the waist and runs the ropes, wanting an O’Connor Roll, but Rei hangs onto the ropes! Delaney forcefully backrolls off of Oboro, stumbling up to her feet. She turns around to Rei who is already looking for a lariat–

Jake Mercer: ONLY TO BE INTERCEPTED WITH A SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Delaney caught Rei off guard, and now she swings this match back into HER favor! Delaney is up to her feet and she staggers towards the turnbuckles! Rei is down and out, and Rhodes makes her way up!

Flannery McCoy: Delaney is slow to climb, but she gets all the way to the top rope! She’s perched up top, and she leaps off! ‘SKYWAY!’ THE MOONSAULT CONNECTS! REI HOLDS AT HER RIBS IN AGONY! DELANEY HOOKS THE LEGS! CAN SHE GET THE WIN?!

OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: NOPE! OBORO KICKS OUT! Delaney sits up, and she knows that could’ve been her shot to win this match! Rei rolls underneath the bottom rope, holding at her ribs in pain. Delaney slowly rises as well, knowing that it’s going to take a lot more to get this win.

Stew-O: She pulls Rei back into the ring and wraps her arms around her waist, applying a bearhug. Oboro wheezes out in pain, and Delaney continues to wear her down! Rei reaches for the ropes, but it’s no use, as Delaney looks to spin into a belly to belly—NO! Rei sends an elbow to the back of the head! Another one!

Flannery McCoy: She drops down to her feet and hooks the head of Delaney! She drops her head-first with a DDT! Vicious! Rei hangs onto the head of Rhodes and rolls through with her in grasp. She throws her up in the air, and this time she catches her with ‘SHATTERED PILLAR!’ THE SUPLEX POWERBOMB CONNECTS!

Jake Mercer: But Rei can’t get to the cover! She falls back from the energy she had to expend just to throw Delaney up for that! Rei clutches at her ribs in pain, meanwhile Delaney lies motionless in the center of the ring. Rei rolls over, coughing out in agony. Rhodes is down and out, and Oboro takes the ropes, slowly rising.

Stew-O: She’s going to have to move quick to wrap this one up! I think Oboro isn’t comfortable with the amount of time wasted and she pulls Delaney up to her feet. She heaves her up into a fireman’s carry, rotating her off the shoulders for ‘A PALE HORIZON!’

Jake Mercer: NO! AS SHE TRIES TO TRANSITION INTO THE CHOKESLAM, DELANEY COUNTERS WITH ‘DEAD END!’ THE FLYING ARMBAR! SHE’S GOT HER ARMS WRAPPED AROUND THE HEAD AND ARM! IT’S LIKE A TRIANGLE ARMBAR! REI THRASHES AROUND HELPLESSLY, BUT DELANEY PULLS BACK ON THAT ARM!

Flannery McCoy: Delaney is going to rip that thing off! Rei is slapping at the canvas and trying to get free, but Rhodes is relentless! She gets her legs from around the head and just to the arm! Oboro has nowhere to go! She’s trying to fight the ankle…

Stew-O: But Delaney rolls to her side, pressing down on that shoulder! She continues to bend back, and Oboro yells out in agony! She reaches for the ropes… but she’s got no choice! REI TAPS OUT! THIS ONE’S OVER!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, DEELLANNNEEYYY! RHOOODDDEESSSS!!!

(Delaney releases the arm of Oboro and rolls over, breathing heavily. She receives an applause from the crowd, who are impressed by her performance tonight. The referee helps Delaney up and raises her arm up. Oboro, on the other hand, is leaning against the bottom rope, seething at the loss as she clutches her arm in pain, and she punches the mat repeatedly.)

Jake Mercer: WHAT A WIN! Rei Oboro looked to being very close to having it in the bag, but Delaney stole victory from the jaws of defeat and forced a stunning submission victory!

Stew-O: A tough loss for Oboro, who clearly is still not over it as we take a look back at ringside!

(The camera is focused on Oboro, who now kicks the steel steps. She shakes her head, shouting out in anger. As she heads up the ramp, she directs her anger towards the fans, getting a couple to flinch. Back in the ring, Delaney looks both confused and concerned at Oboro’s reaction, but focuses back on her celebration.)

Flannery McCoy: I understand that Rei is fired up because of how close she was to winning, but there is certainly a better way to go about things! Nonetheless, Delaney has a lot to be proud of as she makes a very strong impression in her debut tonight.

(A commercial plays for Reckless Wiring.)

(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades to a panning view of the CFG Bank Arena before stopping when none other than Chris Elite enters the frame; he takes a deep breath as he takes in the scenery, until he simply says…)

Chris Elite: Dynasty.

Chris Elite: It’s been a while… too bad I couldn’t close things off better with Voltage, though. King Bozo still out there acting like hot shit because he got a win over me, and I can’t do shit about it since he’s over on Showdown. Wish I could change that, but what’s done is done and I’m gonna make it Dynasty’s problem now.

Chris Elite: Won’t be the first time I took the red brand over, and I know a bunch of dweebs are gonna be chomping at the bit to disrespect me to make a statement over a hall of famer, but that’ll be the biggest mistake they’ll ever make. I showed last season that I’ve still got it, I showed them that I’m still Elite; even without the crown, I’m gonna show them all again.

Chris Elite: Show them that nobody bounces back from defeat better than Elite. They say new year new me, but this is a new season and they’re going to be seeing a hungrier and more desperate Chris Elite than they’ve seen in a long time. Good luck to anyone that tries to start shit with me, it’s not gonna end well for them. As for me? Only one thing I’m looking for.)

(He makes the title gesture around his waist.)

Chris Elite: Last time was the Interwire Championship, and maybe I’ll repeat that history, maybe I’ll go for the big gold, only thing for sure is that they’ll be calling me champ.

(Chris begins making his way into the arena as audible cheers from the live audience can be heard as they watch this take place on the screen; as Chris walks through the doors, he bumps into the former National Elite Champion, Daryl Kinkade, who’s looking just as motivated to be on the red brand.)

Daryl Kinkade: Well look at that… we’re on the same brand again bruv.

Chris Elite: Ah shit.

(Chris doesn’t exactly look happy to see Daryl as he turns to face him.)

Chris Elite: Now I gotta deal with this dickeater, huh? Must suck that you spent all that time fighting people for years and years until you finally got that fluke ass Cinderella run with the National Elite Championship just to lose it before the new season started. What’s it gonna be now? Back to the same ol’ Daryl Kinkade bullshit where you start ganging up with people better than you? Before you ask, I’m not interested.

Daryl Kinkade: Yeah, yeah, Chris Elite being a provocative cunt, same as usual. You’re not going to get a rise out of me, bruv; everything you were saying about showing you’ve still got what it takes to rise and succeed in the new era applies just as much to me. You said it yourself; you know how many people counted me out as someone who was forever destined to middle around with no further achievements to my name? Almost every single person spat on my name, but I made them eat their words when I broke free from my own self-imposed limits and got the National Elite Championship as proof.

Daryl Kinkade: I may not have the gold around my waist anymore, but my reign is proof that I’ve got what it takes to reign yet again. Hell, I’ll say that it proves that I’ve got what it takes to do what I’ve never done before… become THE world champion. So if you’ve got your eyes on the World Heavyweight Championship, sorry, but you’re going to have to wait another season.

Chris Elite: You’re talking mad shit for someone that came to EAW around the same time I did; what’s the difference? People like to be dickeaters but no matter what they say, I got this hall of fame ring around my finger and I’ve had world championship gold around my waist; when I say I’m going to fight my way back to that status, that means something. Sure as hell means more than when you say it.

Chris Elite: Spent all this time and effort just to come up to my waist; lil Daryl finally got some momentum after four years of being a flop and now you’re right back to where you started.

Daryl Kinkade: If all you’ve got to say is how much I’ve lost in the past, then you’ve got nothing worth saying at all. It’s just the same old trash talk that I invalidated when I proved the world wrong. I proved them wrong THIS YEAR, and I’m going to keep proving them wrong when I make season 20 the season of Kinkade and the Dynasty brand my new throne.

Chris Elite: And how do you plan on doing that?

Daryl Kinkade: Running through every last person that tries to get in my way of finally fulfilling my promise to myself.

Chris Elite: And that’s supposed to include me, huh? You gonna ‘run through’ me to get that World Heavyweight Championship?

Daryl Kinkade: You heard me.

Chris Elite: I’d like to see you try.

Daryl Kinkade: Keep testing my patience and you won’t need to ask.

(Tensions were rising and it looked like the two elitists may be on the verge of coming to blows, but ultimately, Chris is the one who takes a deep breath and creates some distance between the two.)

Chris Elite: Don’t have time for this shit right now. All you’ve got to think about is this, Daryl; I’ve already made my legacy and immortalized myself in EAW. You’re still trying to do that after all these years; you should be careful about popping off, you may end up getting sent to retirement without earning your way into the Hall of Fame at all.

(The two stare each other down as Chris’ parting words echo between them, before Chris continues making his way into the arena, leaving the video feed to linger on Daryl narrowing his eyes at Chris before fading to black.)

(The camera lands back on the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

(‘Dangerous Woman’ by Ariana Grande plays. Kendall Von comes out, smug and confident, as she makes her entrance and enters the ring.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, from the The Executive Suite in Manhattan, New York, she is the Jewel of Wall Street, KEEEEENDAAAAAAALLLLLL VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

(‘Steel Haze (Where Truth Meets)’ by Kota Hoshino plays. AKIZA stalks on out, not at all impressed with the conceited flamboyance Kendall shows as she’s in the ring, looking her up and down.)

Stephie Love: Next, from Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, she is ‘Queen Vermillion’, AAAAKIIIIIIZAAAAAAAA!

(As Akiza gets into the ring and heads into her corner, ‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae plays. The fans cheer as NICK comes out, fired up and ready to go.)

Stephie Love: And lastly, from Detroit, Michigan, he is ‘El Castigador’… NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: And here we go! NICK, who was traded from Voltage, looks to make a strong impression, but AKIZA and Kendall Von are rookies itching to gain a win for themselves and start off their SZN 20 on the right foot! All three Elitists look down at each other, ready to go. It had been a thrilling week with their promos, making it evident how important this bout was for them, and now, we get to see who will be the one to come out on top!

Jake Mercer: You gotta love the energy! This is what Dynasty is all about—AND RIGHT OUT THE GATE COMES AKIZA WHO KICKS NICK IN THE GUT! Kendall comes on by, but SHE GETS ROCKED WITH A BACK ELBOW! WOW! Queen Vermillion is the first to strike, and she goes a step further by sending Nick down with an arm drag! He goes tumbling into the nearest corner! Von tries to storm in, but is sent down with another arm drag as well! She pops up, and AKIZA takes hold of her! She lifts her up for a suplex!

Flannery McCoy: NO! Nick has come back up and whirls her around, smashing her in the face with a forearm! She wobbles, and Kendall is there to hook her legs, going for a backslide pin!

ONEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: NICK breaks it up with a stomp! He grabs Kendall, shifting her into a quick roll-up!

ONEEEEEEEEE–

Stew-O: And she kicks out of it! He takes her up through the movement however, able to avoid allowing her to get back up, but AKIZA RUSHES IN WITH HER LEGS WRAPPING HIS MIDSECTION AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH ANOTHER PIN!

ONEEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: Kick out! Whew! Fast and furious offense thus far! NICK and AKIZA come up, with the latter intent on striking! NICK avoids the slap, and FLIPS HER DOWN ONTO HER BACK WITH THE SLAM! Meanwhile, Kendall has come up and leaps up, going for a choke! Good moment there as she is taking advantage of NICK’s focus having switched away from her!

Flannery McCoy: Yeah—but that doesn’t mean he’s completely unaware! Instincts guide him to stumble backwards, and Kendall gets FLATTENED in the corner! Her arms fall! The choke is broken up, but now, NICK is punishing her for the attempt with a series of back elbows connecting right at her! Left and right!

Jake Mercer: AKIZA has managed to come back to a stand and see what’s going on. She gets a charge going, running right at NICK! SHE’S COMING IN HOT WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT—

Stew-O: BUT NICK MOVES, AND SHE HITS KENDALL INSTEAD! The blitz stuns the Jewel of Wall Street who might be blinded by the lights, and NICK grabs AKIZA, SENDING HER CRASHING DOWN WITH A SUPLEX! What an emphatic slam that was! He floats into a cover!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOO—

Jake Mercer: Shoulder up! No breaks thus far! NICK transitions into a mount, where he begins to tee off with some punches! We know how heavy-handed his blows can be. It is NOT a fun experience, and AKIZA is getting a direct lesson in that! At least she has the wherewithal to attempt to block them, but some of those hits are slipping in and hitting her face!

Flannery McCoy: Yeah; NICK has found his zone. He takes her up after a few more and hoists her up onto his shoulders. Looks like he’s intent on doing some added damage—yet, AKIZA is firing off with pointed elbows to the side of his head! She’s looking to thwart him from executing whatever it is he has planned!

Stew-O: It’s enough to daze him! She slips off! AKIZA shifts behind and SENDS HIM DOWN WITH THE BACKSTABBER! WOW! What a counter!

Jake Mercer: It is—WHOA! KENDALL VON CAME RUSHING IN WITH A BICYCLE KNEE TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! HOLY HELL! SHE JUST EXPLODED OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT!

Flannery McCoy: That, she did! AKIZA collapses to her knees, and Kendall hurries on over, knowing that there is little time to waste! Not with how frenetic the pace has been! She tracks down AKIZA–AND THERE IS THE BUZZSAW KICK SHE LIKES TO CALL ‘ON THE DOTTED LINE!’

Jake Mercer: :damn: !! YOU WOULDN’T EXPECT SOMEONE LIKE HER TO NAIL SUCH A VISCIOUS KICK, BUT SHE DID! EVEN SOME OF THE FANS ARE SHOOK! AKIZA SINKS DOWN, AND KENDALL MAY HAVE A CLEAR PATHWAY TOWARDS VICTORY! THE COVER IS MADE!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THRE—

Stew-O: KICK OUT! Wow! And Kendall looks shocked! She thought she had it right there!

Flannery McCoy: I think many people did! I mean, AKIZA looked like she was knocked out! However, she was able to raise the shoulder from the mat, and while Kendall may not be happy with the result, she’s going to have to deal with the fact that this match is continuing!

Jake Mercer: Yeesh. Might give her a heart attack worse than the stock market crashing.

Stew-O: She’s at least getting a move on, not wasting time to jaw-jack at the official any longer. She has hold of her by the back of her neck, and takes her into the corner, where she begins to lay in a series of stomps! Kendall backs up, and she’s all the way across the ring! Corner to corner, he handsprings in— WAIT! AKIZA! AKIZA MANAGES TO GRAB HER WAIST WHILE SHE WAS IN THE AIR AND WHIRLS AROUND, DROPPING HER WITH THE BRIDING GERMAN SUPLEX! I BELIEVE THAT IS A VARIANT OF THE ‘ARCANA ARCADIA’!!

Jake Mercer: THAT IS WAS! COVER HERE, THIS TIME IN HER FAVOR! WILL THIS BE IT!?

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THRE—

Flannery McCoy: NO, BECAUSE NICK BROKE IT UP! AKIZA WAS STOMPED ON, AND NOW, NICK IS LOOKING TO MOVE QUICKLY! HE COULD VERY WELL REDEEM A DISAPPOINTING PERFORMANCE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE AS HE HOISTS HER UP ONCE AGAIN!

Stew-O: … BUT JUST LIKE BEFORE, SHE IS FIGHTING BACK! AKIZA FLAILS, AND IS ABLE TO LAND IN FRONT OF HIM! SHE SHOOTS IN, GOING FOR A ROUNDHOUSE KICK—HE DODGES IT!

Jake Mercer: AKIZA, HOWEVER, STEPS UP WITH A KNEE, PUSHING NICK BACK INTO THE ROPES—AND HE COMES BACK WITH THE REBOUND LARIAT!! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!

Flannery McCoy: WOW! NICK TOOK HER HEAD CLEAN OFF WITH THAT! HE HURRIES, PULLING HER UP FOR THE THIRD AND POSSIBLY FINAL TIME! HE STORMS TOWARDS THE CENTER, AND DOWN SHE GOES! ‘BITCH MADE’!!!!

Stew-O: HE NAILS IT! NICK HOOKS THE LEG!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Jake Mercer: CARTHWEEL ELBOW DROP FROM KENDALL VON!!! HOLY HELL!!! NICK ROLLS AWAY, CLUTCHING HIS ABDOMEN, AND KENDALL GOES AHEAD WITH THE COVER ON AKIZA!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(DING DING DING!)

(‘Dangerous Woman’ by Arianna Grande plays, and Kendall Von rolls off of AKIZA, smirking from ear to ear. She raises her arm as she stands, looking mighty proud of herself and dusts off her shoulders.)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner…. KEEEEEEEEEEEENDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL VOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

Stew-O: Wow! What a showcase! All three competitors really brought the fight to each other with not a single slow period anywhere to be found. All of them made due on their promise to give this bout everything they had, but in the end, Kendall Von gets the win in her debut!

Jake Mercer: She sure knows how to pick her spots! She’s gonna be a problem for the rest of the locker room if this persists!

Flannery McCoy: NICK and AKIZA were just as impressive. Unfortunately for them, tonight just wasn’t their night. The night belongs to Kendall, and with that, all congratulations in the world for her!

(The final shot shows Kendall maintaining her smirk while AKIZA recovers and NICK shakes his head in disappointment before Dynasty transitions elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Obsession.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area of the CFG Bank Arena. The camera focuses on a pair of feet walking through the halls. As it begins to pan up, the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers for the New Breed Champion as Anna Wautier is seen making an appearance. She has a confident expression on her face as she heads down toward Gorilla Position, but before she can completely make her way there…)

AKIZA: …

(She stops, as she’s met face-to-face with AKIZA, someone who just made her EAW debut right before this. She has a towel over her neck, visibly in pain, but her determination quickly kicks in as soon as she stands across from the Champion. The two of them have a tense staredown as, after a brief moment, Anna begins to speak.)

Anna Wautier: AKIZA, is it? It is very nice to meet you. I saw what you just did out there, and I commend your performance. Welcome to Dynasty.

(AKIZA tilts her head, glaring at Anna for a brief moment before speaking.)

AKIZA: I don’t need your validation. What I need…

(Her eyes wander toward the New Breed Championship over her shoulder, before looking back up at her.)

AKIZA: … is right there.

Anna Wautier: Well then, it would be in your best interest to be at your very peak, Ms. AKIZA. For I do not intend on backing down from a challenge, especially when this New Breed Championship needs the rebuilding that I desire to obtain. I will be more than happy to put more of my blood, sweat, and tears into making sure that this is legitimized… even if that may be at your expense.

(AKIZA chuckles at this, nursing the back of her neck.)

AKIZA: Don’t be so certain.

(She wipes loose strands of hair before pushing forward, shoulder checking Anna Wautier as she makes her way out of the scene. Anna is taken aback by the gesture, but she smirks at this, continuing to walk through the hallway, before she encounters yet another person…)

Yanni Killebrew: Quite the target on your back, huh, Anna?

(The camera pans over to show Yanni Killebrew, who is stretching himself out with a resistance band, having been watching the interaction between the two.)

Anna Wautier: I assume you’re after my title as well?

Yanni Killebrew: I suppose it would be proper for someone of my status. It might be something you roll your eyes at, but it’s something that is of utmost importance to me.

Anna Wautier: Why is that, sir? Might you show me the passion that you have?

Yanni Killebrew: Well… isn’t it obvious?

(Yanni puts the resistance band down on a nearby production crate, shifting his entire body toward her.)

Yanni Killebrew: With death looming around the corner, time is always of the essence. But that is nothing to be afraid of, Anna. It must be something that we welcome with open arms. Do you understand where I am coming from?

Anna Wautier: … Interesting.

(Yanni chuckles, knowing that Anna is visibly weirded out by this.)

Yanni Killebrew: I would suggest… that you watch what happens out there. Maybe there you will see the true challenge that stands in front of you…

???: Tama na ‘yan! Haven’t you spoken enough, Mr. Killebrew???

(The crowd inside of the arena is heard reacting loudly as the camera goes over to show TFK, who makes his way into the scene. He has his wrestling gear on as he glares directly at Yanni, who is unwavering.)

TFK: Instead of disrupting other people’s peace, how about you focus on what is going to happen out there? Because if you don’t, then Anna Wautier is going to see a sight that you’re not going to be ready for.

Yanni Killebrew: I take great amusement in your threats, TFK. It appears these hypotheticals that you mistake as absolutes continue to bear down on you. I don’t imagine that you truly are facing this reality that you speak of, merely because it does not exist.

TFK: I mean no offense to you, Mr. Killebrew, but I do not care for any of what you have to say at this point. We settle this inside of the ring, and I will use you to forge my path in EAW one way or another.

Yanni Killebrew: I do not think that you do a good job convincing me, TFK. I have seen it from your viewpoint, listening to your talks about honor and tadhana. But you… you just don’t seem to understand. And that is okay. Just know it will not do you any good against me, it will only lead to embarassment… I don’t imagine that you want that, would I be correct in thinking that?

TFK: If you wish to start problems, then-

Anna Wautier: ENOUGH!

(Both Yanni and TFK stop, glancing over at Anna who is clearly annoyed after this pointless bickering.)

Anna Wautier: TFK is right, if the two of you wish to settle this, then you may do so in the ring. I am not stupid, I understand that both of you along with all the other new talent on the roster are coming after me, and I welcome that challenge. But you either show me inside the ring that you deserve it, or else you get to the back of the line.

(Yanni glances at Anna before looking at TFK, scoffing and shaking his head.)

Yanni Killebrew: Quite the interesting introduction to this place, might I say.

(He turns and makes his way out of the scene, as TFK turns to look at Anna.)

TFK: I apologize for the disruption, Ms. Wautier. I will not lie to you, I have my eye on the title as well.

(He thinks for a moment, before smiling.)

TFK: I hope I show you what a true Champion looks like tonight.

Anna Wautier: I anticipate as much.

(TFK turns around and begins to make his way toward Gorilla Position as well, leaving Anna completely by herself. She takes a moment to process what just happened as she adjusts her title over her shoulder, turning around and walking the opposite direction as it’s the very last shot seen before the camera begins to fade out.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(As ‘Roadhouse Blues’ by The Doors kicks in, Yanni Killebrew storms out from the back to a mostly negative reception from the crowd. He extends his arms out, spinning down the ramp and making his way down into the ring. He swings in, spinning around to his turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Woodstock, New York, he is “THE BASILISK KING” … YANNNIIII! KILLLEEBBRREEEWWWWW!!!

(The negative air in the building quickly dies out the moment that ‘Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time’ by Panic! At The Disco hits the speakers. TFK shines brightly underneath the spotlight, smiling to the crowd. He makes his way down, tagging the fans and embracing their energy.)

Stephie Love: His opponent, weighing in at 165 pounds, from Manila, Philippines, he is…. TTTTTTT!!!! FFFFFFFF!!! KKKKKKKKKKK!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Jake Mercer: Big opportunities on the horizon for both Yanni Killebrew and TFK, who look to make good on their promises to go for the New Breed Championship—but only one of these two men can actually leave with the victory in their Dynasty debut.

Stew-O: They circle the ring, looking to get a feel for each other. Killebrew is quick with an ankle pick, trying to drive TFK down to the mat! He does exactly that, and transitions to an ankle crank. He twists at the ankle, putting TFK in an uncomfortable position. TFK slowly rolls to his fours, now taking his free leg and wrapping it around the head of Killebrew. He throws him forward with a headscissors takedown, and both men rise.

Flannery McCoy: TFK snags him into a side headlock, wrenching it in. Killebrew brings both men to the ropes and he sends TFK off. He comes off the ropes and Killebrew brings him down with a shoulder tackle. He runs off the ropes, but TFK rolls to the side, forcing Killebrew to leap over him. TFK is up to his feet and he goes up with a leapfrog! A drop down from TFK afterwards…

Jake Mercer: And he comes in with a dropkick! Nope! Killebrew catches the legs! He’s already a step ahead of TFK, as he then transitions into a jackknife pinfall, pressing the shoulders down to the mat for the cover.

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

Stew-O: TFK takes the waist and slowly bridges up with Yanni in his grasp! He turns the both of them over and he hooks the arms, bringing him down with a backslide!

OOONNNNNNEEEEE!!

Flannery McCoy: Killebrew rolls out of it! He stops TFK from getting off of his fours and he wraps his arm around his ankle. He rolls forward and brings TFK down into a La Magistral cradle!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOO–

Jake Mercer: TFK was a little slower to kick out that time, but he gets the shoulder up! TFK rolls to his knees and Killebrew smirks, pinching his fingers to show how close that was. TFK is starting to feel the pressure, but he doesn’t give in so easily. Both men rise and step in for a collar & elbow tie-up…

Stew-O: Only for TFK to fake Killebrew out! He ducks under and grabs him into a waistlock instead. TFK heaves him up off the canvas into a big mat return. TFK grinds the hold in, wrenching tight on the waist of Killebrew and trying to squeeze his ribs. Yanni can feel the discomfort and he sits up, trying to mount a momentum shift.

Flannery McCoy: TFK won’t let it come easy though, as he sends a forearm to the back! He rolls Killebrew back onto his stomach, then transitions into a grounded headlock. Now, TFK just uses his body weight to keep Killebrew pressed down to the canvas, which is even more uncomfortable.

Jake Mercer: Nonetheless, Yanni begins to rise, as TFK keeps that headlock in… He sends an elbow to the ribs, and then another one! Yanni spins out, shoving TFK face-first into the turnbuckles! Killebrew runs in, but TFK with a back kick to the ribs! He leaps up the middle rope and soars over Killebrew, bringing him down with a sunset flip!

OOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOOOOOO–

Stew-O: Killebrew rolls out of the pinfall, and he gets TFK with a front dropkick to the chest, and the back of TFK’s head bounces off the bottom turnbuckle! Goodness! TFK rolls away, writhing around in pain as he clutches at the back of his head! Killebrew doesn’t care about his pain, he pulls him away from the ropes and hooks the legs!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOO–

Flannery McCoy: Kick out from TFK! Killebrew drags TFK up and cracks him with a forearm smash to the jaw. TFK wobbles, but he responds with a palm strike! Killebrew throws another forearm, but TFK with another palm strike! He throws another palm strike! And then a body kick! Killebrew staggers forward, and TFK runs off the ropes!

Jake Mercer: TFK leaps up with a dropkick to the back of the head! An eye for an eye, as Killebrew goes down. TFK rises to his feet and he runs off the ropes. Sliding dropkick this time, and Killebrew rolls out of the ring for cover. TFK pops up to his feet, and he’s feeling the crowd’s energy now!

Stew-O: Now TFK runs off the ropes, and he flies out the middle rope with a SUICIDE DIVE! KILLEBREW GETS SENT RATTLING INTO THE BARRICADES! TFK drags him up and he throws him into the ring! Killebrew scrambles up to his feet, and he has no clue of what just hit him!

Flannery McCoy: Behind him, TFK is in the ring. Yanni turns around, and TFK leaps up! ‘LODI DDT!’ THE JUMPING DDT DRIVES YANNI HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! TFK ROLLS HIM OVER AND HE HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: ONLY FOR KILLEBREW TO KICK OUT! TFK sits up, shaking his head. Yanni holds the top of his head in pain, and TFK is feeling good about himself right now. He pulls Yanni up off of the canvas and clobbers him with a forearm, then a punch to the body. Then a chop!

Jake Mercer: Big kick to the abdomen from TFK, who runs off the ropes, only for Killebrew to fire off with a LARIAT! HE COULD’VE TAKEN TFK’S HEAD OFF WITH THAT ONE! Yanni drags TFK up from the canvas and he grabs him into a wristclutch position!

Flannery McCoy: TFK is trying to fight out of it, but he’s dazed! Yanni ripcords TFK out! ‘GHOST NOTE!’ THE RIPCORD ELBOW BRINGS HIM DOWN! AND KILLEBREW GOES STRAIGHT TO THE COVER! COULD BE IT HERE!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: NOPE! IT’S TFK WHO GETS A SHOULDER UP THIS TIME! These two men have been going tit for tat since the bell rang, and it’s not changing whatsoever! This is going to be a tough battle to see who can emerge in the New Breed division, and it’s been one hell of a treat for us who get to commentate this match!

Jake Mercer: Killebrew pulls TFK up to his feet, and slaps the back of his head. TFK falls to a kneel, and I’m sure he’s not in the right mindspace right now after that elbow. Killebrew caught him good. Another slap to the back of the head, and TFK slowly rises—only to fall into the ropes.

Flannery McCoy: Yanni smirks, and he turns TFK around, sending a lariat to the chest! TFK falls against the ropes, and Killebrew throws another one! He’s just playing with his food right now… Killebrew sees TFK tied up against the ropes and he turns around, running off the ropes!

Stew-O: KILLEBREW LEAPS TO ‘AFTERIMAGE!’ THE BOOT WHILE TFK IS ON THE ROPES—NO! TFK MOVES! KILLEBREW’S LEG GETS CAUGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE! AND TFK LEAPS INTO A NECKBREAKER! KILLEBREW GETS SLAMMED HARD TO THE CANVAS!

Jake Mercer: THERE YOU GO! TFK is starting to feel it now, and he calls for the fans to rally behind him! They’re beginning to clap, and that’s all the fuel that TFK needs to take control of this one!

Crowd: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Flannery McCoy: Yanni staggers up, and TFK brings him down with a clothesline! Another clothesline! Yanni swings for TFK, who ducks underneath, grabbing the waist! He runs him to the ropes for an O’Connor Roll!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOO–

Jake Mercer: Killebrew is quick to shove TFK off, but I think that was part of TFK’s plan! Because as Killebrew is rising, TFK HANDSPRINGS OFF THE ROPES AND HE SPINS INTO A LARIAT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! TFK is up and these fans are truly going crazy now!

Stew-O: Yanni gasps for air, and he rolls over. TFK calls him up to his feet! He claps his hands, and Killebrew hears it this time! He turns around and tries to rush a kick to the gut, but TFK catches his leg instead!

Flannery McCoy: TFK parades Killebrew around as he hobbles on one leg for a moment, then he swivels into a DRAGONSCREW LEGWHIP! A SECOND DRAGONSCREW LEGWHIP! AND A THIRD CONSECUTIVE ONE! HE CALLS THAT ‘L-V-M!’ AND KILLEBREW’S LEG HAS TO BE KILLING HIM RIGHT NOW!

Jake Mercer: He’s calling for the end here! TFK grabs Killebrew by that same leg, looking for ‘THAT THING CALLED TADHANA’, BUT KILLEBREW IMMEDIATELY STARTS CRAWLING TO THE ROPES AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE JUST IN TIME!

Referee: (off-mic) Come on, TFK! Off the ropes! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Stew-O: Reluctantly, TFK lets go of the leg, and Killebrew rolls to the apron, holding at his leg in pain. TFK marches over towards him, grabbing him by his hair—

Flannery McCoy: But Killebrew yanks him forward with a hotshot over the top rope! TFK falls backwards, holding at his throat in pain! TFK falls to a kneeling position, coughing out. Killebrew slowly takes the ropes, grimacing. He slowly makes his way up to the top rope…

Jake Mercer: TFK is still reeling, and Killebrew dives off the top rope! ‘LEAP OF FAITH!’ THE DOUBLE KNEE DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE! AND HE FLATTENS TFK! BUT AT WHAT COST?! BECAUSE HE GOES DOWN RIGHT ON THAT BAD LEG!

Yanni Killebrew: (off-mic) AAHHHH! MY LEG!

Referee: (off-mic) Yanni, are you gonna be able to continue?!

(As Yanni hugs that hurt leg, he waves the referee off. He refuses to have his first match end due to injury, and he slowly pushes around to TFK, looking for the cover…)

Stew-O: Say what you want about Killebrew, but he’s showing some heart right now, as he hooks the legs of TFK! Could this be it?!

OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TTTHHHHHHRRRRR—

Jake Mercer: NOOO! TFK KICKS OUT! YANNI TOOK TOO MUCH TIME DUE TO THAT HURT LEG, AND LOST WHAT COULD’VE BEEN HIS CHANCE TO WIN! TFK is still out of it, and Killebrew rolls over, limping up to his feet. He staggers around the ring, and TFK stares up at the ceiling in pain.

Stew-O: Yanni drags TFK up off of the canvas, and he wraps his arms around his waist. He’s got him in a gutwrench position, looking to heave him up for ‘THRESHOLD HYMN’ — BUT TFK LANDS BEHIND HIM! CHOP BLOCK! DOWN GOES YANNI! AGAIN, TFK IS LOOKING FOR THAT LEG!

Flannery McCoy: HE HOOKS THE ANKLE FOR ‘THAT THING CALLED TADHANA’, BUT YANNI WIGGLES FREE! HE ROLLS TFK FORWARD, AND TRANSITIONS TO A VICTORY ROLL PINFALL! THE REFEREE IS THERE!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Jake Mercer: YANNI GRABS THE ROPES!!!

TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, YANNNIIII! KILLLEEBBRRREEEEWWWWW!!!

(The moment that the bell rings, Yanni releases the pinfall and rolls out of the ring, holding at his ankle in pain. He crawls away, laughing his ass off, as the fans start booing him. TFK sits up, in disbelief that he got played like that, and looks to the referee, who was none the wiser about what Killebrew pulled to get the win.)

Stew-O: You’ve gotta be kidding me! Killebrew and TFK were having a phenomenal back and forth matchup right there, until Killebrew decided to take the cheap way out and use the ropes to secure himself the victory!

Jake Mercer: He knew when to abort the mission! Killebrew knew that his leg wasn’t going to carry him to the finish line, and so he made a very wise business decision that secured him the victory!

Flannery McCoy: There’s a lot of questions as to what this new New Breed division is going to look like here on Dynasty, but Killebrew has put his name on a lot of people’s lists to look out for if he wasn’t already there in the first place.

(With a disappointed TFK looking on while Yanni raises his arm up, Friday Night Dynasty fades elsewhere)

(Backstage, Kirk Redwood is seen performing warm-ups in lieu of his main event contest later on in the evening. He rolls his shoulders, lightly hops on his feet, and cranes his neck from side to side. He double-checks himself, ensuring that everything is up to par—then, Michael Belfort approaches.)

Michael Belfort: Kirk Redwood, is it okay if I can get a moment of your time?

(Kirk stops. He takes a glance over.)

Kirk Redwood: Nah, I don’t mind, but why th’hell it look like you’ve seen a ghost?

Michael Belfort: Hm? Oh, uh, nothing! Nothing to worry about, I assure you. I’m just a bit flustered, for a lack of better words.

Kirk Redwood: Uh-huh. Always are, but you know what, whatever. Go ahead and shoot.

(Kirk gets a little closer, and Michael jumps right in.)

Michael Belfort: Kirk Redwood, it couldn’t be any clearer: you are on the roll of a lifetime. In the past two months, you have defeated two EAW Hall of Famers: Brian Daniels, and Limmy Monaghan. You have shown you are on your way to the top after performances in season nineteen that, while impressive, didn’t garner you the results you sought. However, you have been able to rack up wins that have opened the world’s eyes to what has always been there. It just took a while for everything to be realized. How do you feel as you are entering this monumental twentieth season on the highest note possible?

(Kirk allows for the words to settle, nodding his head. A smirk surfaces.)

Kirk Redwood: Well, what can I say? It pays to be a stubborn mule. Can’t let the chatter and noise anchor you down, but I’m not even tryin’ to play up some sorry-ass underdog role, ‘cause that ain’t me. I’m not here to garner sympathy or make anyone feel like they gotta root for me. I already got a few people outside of this place who believe in me, and I damn sure know I got a lot to give at this stage. I’ve been hungry for so long that I just wasn’t gonna be waitin’ for my seat at the table anymore. Now that I’m there? I gotta admit, Mike: it feels damn good.

(Kirk nods.)

Kirk Redwood: But of course, the job’s not done. Far from it. I showed that beating Brian wasn’t a fluke. Now we got the newly-christened Hall of Famer Limmy Monagan outta commission for a bit, and he damn sure gave me a fight—but like I told him, I wasn’t gonna accept any other kind of outcome. Respect be damned, it’s about the win, and he had his time winning and winning and winning until everyone got sick of ‘im. It’s my time now, and having to work hard both in and outta the ring has helped me get to this point. I definitely am proud. I just gotta make it count for somethin’. And it will.

Michael Belfort: You could make it count tonight as you are set to go up against Drake King. You get to see the World Heavyweight Championship again after almost three months, and beating him could be just what you need to earn another world championship match.

Kirk Redwood: Heh. Damn right. Can’t stand that cocky, maniacal, fake-God bastard, but I can chop him down to size real good. ‘Sides, I got the momentum on my side. I never had to have a damn breakdown and suddenly preach calmness as if it’s a virtue that’s been instilled in me all this time. He’s a cosplayer; I’m the real deal. Michael and Cy couldn’t put him down in the dirt, but I will, and when it’s all said and done, I—

???: Sorry?

(Michael and Kirk whip their heads, seeing Cy Henderson approach.)

Cy Henderson: Couldn’t put him down in the dirt, you say?

(Kirk chortles.)

Kirk Redwood: Yeah. That’s right, unless that mace affected your hearing.

(Cy glowers, and sensing that things could hit the fan real soon, Michael exits the area.)

Cy Henderson: Funny. However, the last thing you’re gonna want to do is paint me out as if I was incompetent or incapable of beating him. He squeaked out of Toronto with the title, but I was the one who made him spiral in the first place. You would do well to remember that.

Kirk Redwood: Oof. Someone’s certainly touchy. Didn’t even think I said shit in a way that could be interpreted as demeaning or a slight ‘gainst ya. It’s just the truth: neither of you could beat him, and we won. Why are we gettin’ frazzled over facts?

Cy Henderson: Because a serial career loser has no right to talk to someone who exceeds him in every manner possible.

(Kirk cackles. He throws his hands up in mock surrender.)

Kirk Redwood: Damn! Y’got me good, Cy! I definitely haven’t heard that before!

Cy Henderson: You can take that sarcasm and shove it up your ass, Kirk. I’m being serious here. Don’t bring my name up in your mouth ever again, because you aren’t going to like what I do to you.

Kirk Redwood: Yeesh. Didn’t know cyclones could be so chippy.

(Cy shakes his head out of disgust.)

Cy Henderson: You are beyond pathetic. Then again, I suppose the best way to lessen the sting of being viewed as a joke is by cracking jokes yourself.

Kirk Redwood: Really? At least give me some new material to work with here—not shit that can easily be countered. Don’t think I can be considered a joke when I’m the one out of the two of us who actually got to walk outta Pain for Pride with a win under my belt.

Cy Henderson: Yeah? You want to prop up luck?

(Kirk’s eyes narrow slightly.)

Kirk Redwood: Luck?

Cy Henderson: Yes, Kirk: I think you have gotten really lucky the past few months, and luck has an expiration date. You had your fun with the mini Cinderella run, but it’s not going to stretch itself into this season. You have been here for five years now, and… well, I’ll be courteous just this once and not delve into the obvious.

Kirk Redwood: Wow. How benevolent of ya, jackass.

Cy Henderson: Rich, coming from the likes of you. But nice to know you get exactly what I meant. That should be indicative of how, even with the luck that’s been afforded to you, not many people see you as a serious threat. You beat a guy who was already one foot out the door and another who has been going through an identity crisis with which ace he wanted to be. Neither of them were truly as hungry or desperate as they usually would’ve been for a big fight.

(Cy intensifies his stare.)

Cy Henderson: That’s not something any self-respecting person would display pride in.

(Kirk snorts.)

Kirk Redwood: Oh, please. This is a damn sport. Not everythin’ can work out perfectly. Besides, both of them were mighty eager to face me—enough to decide to walk down the ramp and get walked down by me in the ring. You just wanna dredge up bullshit because you feel raw and hurt about failin’ on the biggest stage while I got the shine on it. Ain’t nothin’ else to this.

Cy Henderson: Raw? Sure. I can admit that. However, you’re stupid if you really think I’m lashing out in order to make the proverbial sting lessen. Trust and believe me when I say that while Pain for Pride could’ve gone better for me, I’ve had losses far more demoralizing than that one—and I have been able to redeem myself from some of them. I plan on keeping things moving and doing just that: redeem.

Kirk Redwood: Yeah? Funny, ‘cause that word has been a bit of a motto for myself lately, too. Think I’ve done a mighty good job o’ that.

(Kirk takes a step closer.)

Kirk Redwood: But if you got your doubts, then you’re more than welcomed to step up to me and be the third hall of famer I put to sleep.

(Kirk then leaves—but not before intentionally bumping his shoulder into Cy’s. Henderson’s frown deepens, and from there, the shot fades…)

(A commercial plays for the WNBA.)

(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a shot of the CFG Bank Arena, as the sounds of ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics is heard playing through the speakers of the arena. Immediately, the crowd begins to erupt into thunderous boos, as the camera goes over to reveal none other than Harper Lee as she’s seen making her way out from the backstage area. She has a smirk on her face, in her hands the Cash in the Vault briefcase which she is keen to show off to anyone that is looking. After a moment, she then begins to make her way down the ramp and toward the ring.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the 2026 MS. CASH IN THE VAULT… HARPER LEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Two weeks ago, Harper Lee became your 2026 Cash in the Vault holder, getting herself closer than ever to becoming a two-time World Champion in EAW. But that didn’t come without its caveat. Because at the Draft last week, she found herself separated from Silas World, drafted away from Silas World to this brand!

Flannery McCoy: And we have absolutely no idea what’s running through the mind of Harper right now as she makes her way to the ring, but she’s certainly pleased to know that she has a guaranteed shot at a World Championship right in the palm of her hands. I guess we’re just going to have to see what she has to say about it.

Jake Mercer: I for one welcome Harper Lee to our brand! I feel as though she is going to be a valuable asset with her wise knowledge of the game as a whole!

Flannery McCoy: :usure:

(Harper makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters through the ropes and into the ring. ‘Sweet Dreams’ begins to come to a close as she heads over and takes a microphone from the ringside area, heading toward the center of the ring before beginning to speak.)

Harper Lee: Friday Night Dynasty, I feel as though I need no introduction.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Harper Lee: Thank you. :wow: You know what? You should be honored to have someone of my caliber on your brand, you know why? Because for too long now, Dynasty has been devoid of actual talent. You have people who claim to be that, you know who you are, while you have people who won’t even come close themselves. It was only a matter of time before someone finally came around and showed all of you exactly who that type of person can be, and you’re looking at her. And I mean, no real point debating that, right? I got the proof right here.

(Harper takes the Cash in the Vault briefcase and raises it up, a smirk on her face.)

Harper Lee: To be honest with you, it feels like this was only an inevitability. After a season of struggle I finally made it worth it, and I reminded all of you that I am still as great as I say that I am. And what next? Well, you should already know that. I am going to waltz my way directly into the World Championship scene and take one of them… doesn’t matter what if you want me to be honest with you… for myself. Now, I know that there’s a lot of debate surrounding how I feel about recent circumstances pertaining to myself. “Harper, why aren’t you frustrated?! Silas World just got broken up!” And I’ll get to that. But you know what? If I could get something off of my chest…

(Harper pauses, closing her eyes for a moment.)

Harper Lee: It kinda feels good being free.

(She shrugs her shoulders.)

Harper Lee: I mean, I think I’ve gone in depth about Kennedy Street’s treatment toward me and the rest of my Silas World teammates. I’m not gonna lie to you, at some point it got tiring, completely overplayed to an obnoxious degree, and I’ve got a temper to me, so of course I was never gonna be the type of person to handle that so well. I got into the Cash in the Vault match no thanks to her, and as a matter of fact, no thanks to anyone else either. Silas Mason clearly didn’t have my best interests in mind near the end of my Showdown run. I felt like I was being pushed to the side when that was never the role I deserved to be in. So thanks for everything, dude, but Donovan Duke is still missing and maybe once you give a damn and finally find him is when I’ll find it in my cold, brittle heart to forgive you.

(The crowd, surprisingly, ends up cheering for this. While they don’t like Harper Lee, it is clear that they hate Silas Mason more for obvious reasons.)

Harper Lee: See?! Now all of you are truly thinking like winners! You see it from my perspective. How it was never a matter of me whining about anything, rather I was MORE than justified considering everything that they tried to do to keep greatness down. But no longer. Because they cannot deny me anymore, they’re not going to be able to, I’m not going to give them a choice. And it’s only going to be a matter of time before Harper Lee gets back to exactly where she needs to be, and that’s at the very top of EAW as a whole. And if you have a problem with that, well, you’re just going to have to deal with it on your own time. Because I do NOT care.

(Harper laughs at this, taking a moment to sigh before she continues with what she has to say.)

Harper Lee: But you know what? Enough talking about me, even though I could go all day. This is a new brand for Harper Lee, with fresh faces and opportunities, so consider this my opportunity. I wanna call out someone to the ring, someone that I’m very familiar with, and most importantly, someone who knows how it feels to be in my shoes. This may seem very un-Harper-like for a lot of people, but being on Dynasty has allowed me to see things from a new perspective, and I’m going to open my mind up to an idea that is truly going to benefit everyone, not just myself!

(Harper shifts her attention toward the stage, making a gesture.)

Harper Lee: So if you don’t mind, I would like for the Empress of Elite, KASAI, to meet me out here in this ring.

(Harper smiles, the crowd murmuring in confusion about whatever in the world she might have in mind. After a brief, lingering moment, ‘NAKAMURA’ by Lil Uzi Vert begins to play through the speakers of the arena. After a moment, the camera goes over to the stage to show the Empress of Elite as KASAI makes her way out from the backstage area. She has a serious, almost annoyed expression on her face as she makes her way down the ramp.)

Stew-O: Here comes the Empress of Elite, and it’s certainly going to be interesting to hear the proposal that Harper has for her, I can only imagine that this benefits one person and one person only… and it’s certainly not KASAI.

Jake Mercer: Wrong! It benefits everyone! Harper Lee is smart and she knows exactly what to do! That’s the woman with a plan that you’re trash talking.

Flannery McCoy: You have to stop.

Jake Mercer: Sorry.

Flannery McCoy: I don’t believe KASAI is going to take kindly to this, but I guess we’re just going to have to see what happens.

(KASAI makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters into the ring. She makes her way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area as ‘NAKAMURA’ begins to come to a close. But, before she can say anything, Harper speaks up.)

Harper Lee: Look, KASAI, I know we have our history. Back when you first debuted, we crossed paths a couple of times, and I’ll be the first to admit that I may have rubbed you the wrong way. But things change! I mean, look how far the two of us have gone from that point. You’re the Empress of Elite, I’m the Cash in the Vault, and I understand what people are going to say now. They’re going to say that we can’t be nice to each other simply because we’re both after the same thing. But I say why can’t we??? I believe, wholeheartedly, that the two of us can coexist on this brand with each other.

(KASAI’s expression hasn’t changed since entering into the ring, and while Harper expected a response out of her, she didn’t get it.)

Harper Lee: Okay… okay… I understand. But you just have to hear me out here. Imagine the partnership that we would have, KASAI! The two-woman power trip that would come hit Dynasty like a truck. We’d be unstoppable, nobody would be able to go against us! Look, my time in Silas World… It was crushing. In fact, it was enough to stray me away from the tag team aspect of wrestling permanently. But when I truly see an opportunity to make some true magic in this company, I can’t just let it pass me by, no! I’m gonna take it. So what do you say?

(Harper holds out her hand, having the audacity to try and offer a handshake between the two.)

Harper Lee: Cash in the Vault and Empress of Elite. We could take over the world.

(The crowd boos loudly as Harper gestures for them to shut up. KASAI pauses for a moment, allowing her the generosity of pondering this.)

KASAI: Interesting proposal, Harper. But…

(A beat.)

KASAI: I’m good.

Harper Lee: Huh?

KASAI: I said I’m good.

Harper Lee: No, no. I’ll give you an opportunity to rethink your answer.

KASAI: Hmmmm, okay. I’m good.

Harper Lee: Are you sure?

KASAI: Yes.

Harper Lee: Like, reallyyyyyyyyy sure?

KASAI: Did I stutter?

Harper Lee: Ugh! Annoying!

(Harper throws her hands up in the air, as KASAI crosses her arms, looking unamused considering her time was completely wasted.)

KASAI: Do you know what this sounds like to me, blonde idiot? This sounds to me like you are scared of me. We both have two objects that give us a lot of power on this brand, you have the briefcase, and I have the crown. You don’t believe that as long as I’m in your way… you’ll be able to use it successfully.

Harper Lee: Blasphemous accusations going on here, I don’t like it. I can’t believe you would do this to me, KASAI. After all that I’ve done to you. The nerve. Look, I gave you a chance to enter the new season with your Empress of Elite opportunity still intact. If you scratched my back, I would’ve scratched yours, and maybe I wouldn’t have gotten in your way! But it’s clear that you didn’t want that. You’re just asking to fail at this point, and you know what? So be it. Deal rescinded.

KASAI: Oh no. What am I going to do?

Harper Lee: Don’t pull that with me! You’re not going to come out here and demean me after I held my hand out for you, trying to show you how an actual World Championship level competitor should act instead of being like… this. You had your chance, and you threw it away, and now you’re going to pay for it.

(For the first time, KASAI actually chuckles at this, continuing to look at Harper, who is clearly just weirded out by what’s happening right now.)

KASAI: You talk too much. But I will leave you with one thing, Harper…

(KASAI steps toward her, getting in her face with a glare.)

KASAI: It would be in your best interest to get out of my way. Or else your Empress is going to make sure that she has NO competition left to challenge her. Including YOU.

(She slams her microphone down to the ground, as ‘NAKAMURA’ begins to play up once more. KASAI shoulder checks Harper as she makes her way out of the ring, heading up the ramp briskly without a second glance.)

Stew-O: Certainly an interesting interaction between one of Dynasty’s newest roster members and another recurring face. I think KASAI made the right decision going against whatever gesture Harper Lee was trying to suggest.

Jake Mercer: Oh, c’mon! It’s not that bad. Sure, Harper has almost ALWAYS stabbed her partners in the back, but really we should open our minds to this new personality that she’s showing!

Flannery McCoy: New…?

Jake Mercer: Yes!

Flannery McCoy: I guess…

(Harper looks visibly annoyed inside of the ring, closing her eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths before finally allowing herself to leave the ring as well. The very last shot seen is KASAI taking her leave toward the backstage area, as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Jolibee’s.)

Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(Human Nature by Michael Jackson began blaring through the speakers to loud cheers as Hanako Nanami emerged from the stage curtains with a focused and determined expression on her face; she made her way down the ramp towards the squared circle, tagging the fans as she did.)

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 110 pounds… she is PINK VENOM, HANAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NAAAAAANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

(‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf begins playing loudly to big cheers as Winona Hendrickson marches out onto the center of the stage, striking her signature pose before storming down the ramp towards the squared circle, locking eyes with Hanako as she did.)

Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Washington DC, weighing in at 150 pounds… she is WONDER WOMAN, WINONAAAAAAAAA! HENDRICKSOOOOOOOOOOOON!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Stew-O: And the match is underway! Hanako Nanami in her debut match going up against Winona Hendrickson!

Flannery McCoy: We saw Winona Hendrickson at Pain for Pride when she competed in the 24/7 Battle Royal, looking for that coveted 24/7 contract that would allow you to cash in at any time for a championship of your choosing!

Jake Mercer: She wasn’t able to get the job done at Pain for Pride, but we heard how determined she was to make this season HER season during her video this week, and we’ll be seeing how she fares in that goal as she goes against a very game Hanako Nanami, who was born and raised in the industry!

Stew-O: There’s a clear size difference here that gives Winona a big advantage; we’ll see how that plays out for the two of them as they begin circling the ring, keeping their eyes locked on each other!

Flannery McCoy: Winona Hendrickson shows that fire that she was talking about in her video, though, as she lunges forward and immediately connects with a HEAVY European uppercut to the smaller Hanako Nanami, knocking her back as she staggers right back into the corner she started from!

Jake Mercer: And that leaves Winona Hendrickson to double down on the offense as she rushes to the corner where Hanako was leaning and connects with a leaping back elbow! If Hanako wasn’t already dazed, she sure as hell is now!

Stew-O: That gives Wonder Woman the opportunity to really lay in with the offense as she begins unleashing chop after chop after chop, reddening the chest of Pink Venom as a result!

Flannery McCoy: Before she gasses herself out, Winona quickly changes tactics, turning Hanako around to have her facing the corner before latching on a rear waist lock and LAUNCHING her overhead with a massive release German suplex!

Jake Mercer: BUT WAIT! Hanako managed to land on her feet, unbeknownst to Wonder Woman who thinks she’s showing unfettered dominance!

Stew-O: CHERRY CRASH! Hanako starts turning the tables as she rushes forward and connects with the back of Winona Hendrickson with a spectacular rolling wheel kick! That causes Winona to crash right into the corner where she was dominating earlier before Winona falls down to a kneeling position!

Flannery McCoy: There’s the wrestling acumen that Hanako Nanami is known for, and she starts following it up by returning fire! After those repeated chops, now Hanako is firing off shoot kicks to the chest of Winona!

Jake Mercer: And after all those shoot kicks, she connects with a hook kick for good measure, looking to daze Winona Hendrickson as she does! She takes a few steps back before rushing towards Winona, firing off the Natural Born Knee, her shining wizard knee smash– ONLY FOR WINONA TO FLATTEN HERSELF TO EVADE IT!

Stew-O: Hanako’s knee goes right into the turnbuckle, and that definitely couldn’t have felt good, even if the turnbuckle is padded! She clutches her leg in pain, but Winona rises up from behind her, looking to follow through on what she attempted before as she once again latches on that rear waist lock and launches Hanako overhead with that German suplex!

Flannery McCoy: This time, Hanako isn’t able to land on her feet, causing her to crash with a loud thud onto the canvas! Winona Hendrickson rises up from the canvas, narrowing her eyes with focus at Hanako Nanami before plucking her off the canvas and body slamming her right near the corner!

Jake Mercer: Winona takes to the skies and plants herself violently on top of Hanako Nanami with a classic yet perfectly executed frog splash! It doesn’t look like she’s done yet, though, as she rises right off of Hanako and begins measuring her up, preparing for something bigger…!

Stew-O: Hanako Nanami slowly staggers her way back up to a standing position before Winona attempts to connect with SKYFALL, AN EVEN MIGHTIER FROG SPLASH– BUT HANAKO MANAGES TO GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Flannery McCoy: That may have turned the tables onto Winona who is reeling from the self-sustained damage; that gives Hanako Nanami the chance to land some more strikes of her own, as she fires off alternated knife-edge chops and open-palm strikes, targeting both the chest and the head of Winona Hendrickson as a result!

Jake Mercer: Some great technique being shown by the new breed here, and she caps off the sequence with a meteora that knocks Winona Hendrickson down to the canvas! Is Hanako Nanami about to get a big win over Winona for her debut match?!

Stew-O: Hanako is measuring Winona up before sprinting to the ropes and springboarding off of them– LOOKING FOR LOVE DELUXE, THAT DEVASTATING SIGNATURE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER OF HERS– BUT NO, WINONA CATCHES HER MID-AIR AND JUST HURLS HER ONTO THE CANVAS WITH IMPUNITY!

Flannery McCoy: ROUGH landing for Hanako right there, and it’s made even rougher as Winona Hendrickson drags her up off of the canvas and hoists her up just to PLANT her down with WH-103, the dreaded signature lifting DDT that Winona Hendrickson busts out when she’s really looking to hammer away at the heads of her opponents! She hooks the leg!

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jake Mercer: WOW! HANAKO NANAMI KICKED OUT OF IT! Winona Hendrickson looks with some respect at the resilience on display by Hanako, but it looks like she’s not about to let Hanako power through to a victory as she immediately transitions to make things even worse for Pink Venom!

Stew-O: She forces Hanako off of the canvas before connecting with a knee smash to the gut to make Pink Venom double over!

Flannery McCoy: And Winona takes her from that position up onto her shoulders in a powerbomb lift! This definitely isn’t good, we know what’s coming next– WINONA HOISTS HER UP EVEN FURTHER BEFORE CONNECTING WITH AN ELEVATED VERSION OF HEAVEN SENT, HER FINISHING POWERBOMB!

Jake Mercer: HANAKO LITERALLY BOUNCES OFF THE CANVAS WITH HOW HARD WINONA LAUNCHED HER INTO IT! WONDER WOMAN GOES FOR THE PIN AS SHE HOOKS BOTH LEGS!

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… WINONAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEEEEEENDRICKSOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Stew-O: A great showing by both elitists here and a great debut from Hanako!

Flannery McCoy: Ultimately, Winona followed through on her ambition to start the season off strong and now she heads into season 20 with a victory and momentum after how Pain for Pride went!

Jake Mercer: Hanako may not have won her debut, but with some impressive moments in the match, I’m sure there’s more in store for the EAW Universe to see from her going forward!

(The video feed lingers on the victorious Winona celebrating her triumphant victory before fading to black.)

(Backstage, Michael Machina sits on top of a production crate. Hands clasp into each other, resting within his lap. The title is obviously out of his grasp, a sight that almost seems surreal given how long Michael reigned as World Heavyweight Champion—and for him, it’s something he’s still having to come to terms with.)

(Bruises and scars remain. A sigh unfurls from him, and a moue of disappointment follows suit. Thoughts take up his mind, space roaring with all sorts of scenarios and replaying the events that led to his downfall.)

Michael Machina: … nah. It ain’t gonna go down like that.

(Michael shakes his head.)

Michael Machina: I can’t. I just can’t. Stupid delusional bastard thinks he’s in the right when he’s never been right a day in his damn right. Fuck this God shit.

(And his lips form more severely. Fingers curl tightly. He huffs and comes down from the crate. He turns, and it looks as though he is intent on going somewhere—)

???: You sure are mopey this evening.

(—before a voice, all-too familiar, speaks out. Michael turns.)

Michael Machina: Tch. Not gonna tolerate mockin’ from you of all people.

(The camera pans over, and BRAE is captured in frame. His own battle scars are on display despite their active healing process they’ve undertaken. BRAE scans Michael up and down. A faint frown of his own blossoms.)

BRAE: Not attempting to mock. I wouldn’t dare to do that. You’re no brat—but you seem as though you are seconds away from snapping. That is unlike you.

Michael Machina: Yeah? ‘Cause you just know me so well, huh?

BRAE: I know enough to determine this is uncharacteristic of you. Losses may be few and far between for you, but you do not let them get underneath your skin.

Michael Machina: Yeah? Well, maybe it’s because most of those losses didn’t come at the hands of a madman who took every desperate measure possible to even scrape by with a win. All so that he could ‘redeem’ himself at my expense.

(BRAE shrugs.)

BRAE: I do not blame you for being upset. I wasn’t all that pleased when I lost to him at Fighting Spirit and even before then when he cost me the Grand Rampage. However, it is par for the course.

Michael Machina: Par for the course?

BRAE: Challenges are inevitable, Michael. You ought to know this. You just happen to have been better than other people who would’ve sunken if they were in the same position as you. Some may be unfair, but—

Michael Machina: Alright, man; respectfully, it’s been a good year now. Stop the Jedi master horsehit, ‘specially ‘cause you couldn’t net a damn win yourself at the show.

(BRAE’s brows knit together.)

BRAE: That I did not, but I do not believe that should nullify the worth of my words.

(Michael scoffs, rolling his eyes. BRAE takes a step closer.)

BRAE: Look: I am not saying you do not possess the right to be angry. I am sympathizing with you on that end.

Michael Machina: I don’t give a rat’s ass about your sympathy.

BRAE: And you’re free not to. But, my whole point is that sulking around will not bring you back to the top of this promotion. Drake is a nasty, slimy creature whose own arrogance has only been further accentuated, and if you wish to cut him down, then you shall need to pursue him…

Michael Machina: …? Sounds like there’s gonna be a ‘but’ in there.

BRAE: Well—you can handle him without targeting the title.

(BRAE then points to himself.)

BRAE: Because I will be the one to take it from him.

(Michael lifts a brow. Then, a laugh—clipped and incredulous—rushes out.)

Michael Machina: Okay! Hang on for a sec: you came along and did all of this rah-rah, ‘don’t be a gloomer’ bit just to only come up to my face and tell me that you’re gonna be the one to beat me to the punch when it comes to the world heavyweight championship? What kind of half-assed propping up is that?

BRAE: Is it? Because I do not believe so.

Michael Machina: It is, yeah. EAW doesn’t exactly hand out rematches freely like candy, but at least I have a more plausible clause to go after him and get back my championship than you. I mean, no offense, BRAE—but for as great as you are, you have shown you don’t have what it takes to be a world champion yet.

(That makes BRAE narrow his eyes.)

BRAE: Really? And you’re comfortable with making such a claim because of what, exactly?

Michael Machina: You’re asking me why?

BRAE: Is it not obvious?

Michael Machina: Well, the reason should be obvious. Road to Redemption, King of Elite, Fighting Spirit—and I’m at least being nice with not including Grand Rampage given the circumstances surrounding that loss—you just haven’t pushed past that ceiling. Hell, this isn’t even the first season where people were tryna run the whole ‘BRAE could be a double champ!!!’ gimmick with you. You had many, many chances to definitively break from the pack. You’ve got a steady career, yeah, and one day you can be the guy. But… you do not have the facilities to beat Drake King.

(A pause.)

Michael Machina: … or me, for that matter.

(A chuckle of BRAE’s own emerges. His hands settle on his hips, mind taking in the words that just left the other.)

BRAE: Wow. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. The instant gratification of your successes has skewed your mindset entirely, and now you wish to throw such a baseless assumption upon me. Or, perhaps the bitterness is getting to you far more deeply than I initially thought…

Michael Machina: Yeah, sure. Bitterness. Guess you can go ahead and chalk it up t’that, but it doesn’t make my words any less true. I hate stooping to that kind of level too—

BRAE: No, no, Michael: don’t try to backpedal. You meant every word you said.

Michael Machina: Alright, fine: I did. But you ain’t gotta sound like some scorned, prickly bastard highlighting that.

BRAE: Scorned? If I sound that way, it is because you have decided to disrespect me with no plausible reason, and for what? We have always been cordial, have we not?

Michael Machina: We have. But when it comes to me and mine, I ain’t about to entertain the idea that someone’s itchin’ to jump ahead of me and take MY championship for themself. Simple. Drake was a pussy that had to fuck shit up from the jump with mace, and here we are. I gotta be the one to correct that shit, BRAE.

(BRAE folds his arms.)

BRAE: And why do you believe that?

(Michael blinks, once more raising a brow.)

Michael Machina: Fuck you mean ‘why?’ It’s pretty clear why.

(BRAE’s frown deepens.)

BRAE: I think the only thing that’s clear is how eerily similar you are to Drake.

(Silence.)

(Michaels stares at him. At first, he slowly shakes his head. Then, he snickers. More blinking; more lines of disbelief setting rigidly against his skin; stare becoming more sharpened.)

Michael Machina: Similar… to Drake King…?

BRAE: Yes.

(BRAE nods, and adjusts his stance, standing his ground.)

BRAE: You believe yourself as the only capable of taking down another person. You believe you are entitled to the championship; that the physical embodiment of sacrifice, blood, and tears is your property and your property alone. You—or your hubris, rather—views it not as the reward that is earned, but a right bestowed onto you and you alone, and the parallels are so striking that it almost makes me want to shiver in disgust.

Michael Machina: Alright, now you’re reaching far more than you trying to lock on that shitty excuse for a submission on Kassidy a few weeks ago.

BRAE: As if you’re one to talk—but I do not indulge in petty games myself, Mr. Machina. I only deal in reality, and right now? That reality is a clear-cut mirror with our ‘lovely’ champion serving as the reflection looking back at you.

(Michael takes a few, long strides. The distance is immediately closed.)

Michael Machina: Shut the fuck up. Don’t you ever compare me to that psycho. Do you understand me?

(BRAE slowly looks him up and down. A scoff melds into a short, unamused chuckle.)

BRAE: Right down to the threats and demands. One and the same.

(Both men glare at each other—)

???: Really now?

(—but their heads snap towards Brianna Hill, who is seen walking by.)

Brianna Hill: Wow. I didn’t think the dick measuring contests could’ve gotten any more obnoxious than the ones on Showdown, but maybe I’ve forgotten what that’s like seeing as how it’s been a while since I’ve been on this brand—and even then, it was only for a cup of coffee.

BRAE: Brianna? What are you doing here?

Brianna Hill: I was passing by. Then, I heard some cursing, a bit of ‘what makes you more worthy to go over the title than me?’, and I figured I’d come over to see what the ruckus is about.

(She shrugs.)

Brianna Hill: Sure enough, it’s two Elitists who think their motives are somehow better or more realistic than the other, and it couldn’t be any further than reality.

Michael Machina: Yeah? So, what, you think yours is? Don’t tell me you got some self-servicing crusade you’re tryna drum up, ‘cause we all saw for ourselves how that ultimately worked out for you.

(Brianna snorts, letting the pointed jab roll off.)

Brianna Hill: Yeah, Showdown was hell for me for a while. Between Silas World betraying me and having my own struggles, I didn’t exactly light the world on fire like I did when I was Specialists Champion. However, I’m definitely the most driven I’ve been in my career. I know I have a lot to prove now, and while this is a new landscape in a new period in my life, I’m ready all the same.

BRAE: Well, that mindset is, admittedly, admirable. But what does this have to do with us.

Brianna Hill: I mean, do you two really believe you’re the only ones with World Heavyweight Championship aspirations?

(Brianna quirks a brow, arms folded to her chest. BRAE and Michael look at her with equal parts confusion and frustration.)

Michael Machina: Oh, great. Now everyone wants the piece of the same pie.

Brianna Hill: Congrats: you just figured out how pro wrestling works.

Michael Machina: You don’t gotta get smart with me.

Brianna Hill: I will, actually! Because BRAE was at least right about one thing: that championship isn’t yours. You’re not entitled to it.

Michael Machina: Never acted like I did. I said I had more of a reason to go after it than him, or anyone for that matter.

Brianna Hill: Right—because I’m supposed to believe that the two of you want this more than me, let alone you. You know, for a guy who is already heralded as someone with a hall of fame resume, you sure are coming across as insecure…

(Brianna tilts her head at the former champion before her attention lands on BRAE.)

Brianna Hill: … and even you, somewhat.

BRAE: Me? I am not. Don’t throw words at me in the hopes that they can stick. You know nothing.

Brianna Hill: No? Because I dedicated to and ultimately wasted a good chunk of my career on a group who cared too much about what people were saying, how they were viewed and the like. They couldn’t accept failure—especially when they were quick to cast blame on anyone to avoid taking full responsibility for the fact that they just simply couldn’t get the job done on their own at times.

Michael Machina: Can agree on that, but I ain’t nothin’ like ‘em. I can actually give people a fair fight.

Brianna Hill: I don’t doubt that for a second. You’re already better than Silas World and their bullshit. But that doesn’t mean you and BRAE are without your faults, and you definitely aren’t without your own delusions of grandeur.

(BRAE barks.)

BRAE: You REALLY do not know what it is you speak of!

Brianna Hill: Hey. If you want to refuse, then that’s on you. However, people like me will be able to be realistic far sooner than either of you. Both of you think that you can be the leader this brand supposedly needs—much like a certain someone—and want to correct the other, or others around you. However, you don’t truly care for the title. At least I can be honest about my goals and wants; it’s just you two trying to justify your path being further above than the other, and it’s ridiculous to me.

Michael Machina: Right—and why should anyone give a shit?

Brianna Hill: Because if you keep this up, I’m going to have a more concentrated path towards the championship. Not like I’d be complaining.

(She shrugs. She moves forward, intending to leave.)

Brianna Hill: Maybe I can get everyone to see me as someone more than deserving of that by proving that my head isn’t far up my ass like you two.

(And she goes.)

(BRAE and Michael frown, but when they look at each other again, their gaze shifts into glares.)

BRAE: Just know neither you nor her will get in my way.

(He takes his leave.)

(Michael remains there, eyes falling shut.)

Michael Machina: Everyone wants to be a smart ass on this brand…

(He shakes his head and heads off, allowing for the show to fade elsewhere.)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Ballad of a Prodigal Son’ by Lincoln Durham 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 his opponent! From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds… KIRRRRRK REDWOOD!!!

Stew-O: Kirk Redwood is experiencing quite the roll from an immense Pain for Pride, looking to be achieving victory in a big way all the more as he is surely focused on upholding his momentum. He has competition in the form of the new World Heavyweight Champion himself, as he will get to continue to challenge himself all the more.

Flannery McCoy: Kirk will surely make room for as much of a war as he would like to tonight, especially with such a figure as Drake King who does not shy away from blitzing into these battle tested waters. A competitive landscape for both elitists to undergo just ahead!

(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage is still heard blaring throughout the speakers, with Drake King making his way out from the back & standing at the entrance ramp with a mediated expression on his face. Drake looks outward with his focus intact, the newly minted title around his waist, and the crowd continuing to let their reactions be heard as he would proceed to walk down the ramp.)

Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Heaven’s Gate, weighing in at 220 pounds… EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN, DRAAAAAAKE, KINGGGGGG!!!

Stew-O: Drake King will be venturing into yet another battle against a battle-tested Redwood, as this match tonight will be embroiled with enough confidence from his own end due to how grand his Pain for Pride was. Drake has hit an increasingly higher plateau for himself as he looks to make all of it prosper.

Jake Mercer: Lo’ & behold, Drake King is one of the most decorated elitists possible stepping into the fray as a World Champion again, and the two elitists tonight will be looking to establish any prominent base of momentum possible ahead, and having that victory over the other so close to the show can do just that!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: And we’re off!!! The very first Dynasty main event of the new season is underway! Kirk takes on Drake King right where in this Dynasty main event as we are sure to watch a barn burner of a match here! Drake & Kirk don’t waste another moment as they are pacing themselves around the ring, looking to kick this match off without having to spend another second away from gaining control as they soon engage in this collar and elbow tie-up! Kirk & Drake are looking to push one another back, as these are the very crucial beginnings of a match where you have to garner all of the control that you can while looking to have the most sizable start!

Flannery McCoy: But Drake is able to push the former Tag Team Champion back, being able to send him into the ropes that are behind him and keep him at bay! The referee is counting away, not looking to give Drake too much control here as he risks a disqualification the longer that this continues! Drake King slowly begins to let go of Kirk, nodding to the referee as Kirk gives his own nod here as he’s not looking to also disparage from here–BUT DRAKE IMMEDIATELY REACHES & MAINTAINS A HEADLOCK AROUND THE HEAD OF Kirk! Redwood is left in a difficult spot right here as this match persists!

Jake Mercer: Definitely not the spot that Kirk wants to find himself in as Drake King is looking to maintain as much of this control as he possibly can, shaking his own head as he is refusing any leeway while Kirk drops to a knee! The former Tag Team Champion is left in a very difficult spot at the moment as Drake is refusing all of the control from his opponent, making this a tough task for Kirk as—HE SUDDENLY HOISTS DRAKE UPWARDS AND DROPS HIM WITH A BACK SUPLEX TO BREAK THE CONTROL! Kirk Redwood frees himself as Drake is looking to return back to his feet—

Stew-O: BUT HE’S CAUGHT BY A VICIOUS SPINNING PALM STRIKE ACROSS HIS CHEST!!!! Kirk is now looking to push all of the offense forward as the chop sends Drake King into the corner, trying to emerge away from the corner as quickly as possible–BUT A CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST KEEPS DRAKE AT BAY!!! Kirk is refusing to let up as he is continuing to maintain all of the pressure with each chop while the referee is proceeding to count down from here as well! This is not panning out all too well for Drake here as this will have to cause some kind of turning point!

Flannery McCoy: As Kirk has to halt the pressure to prevent the five count, backing away from his opponent while still keeping a keen eye on Drake, nodding to himself as he does not want to hold himself back before rushing toward Drake King and LOOKING FOR A BOOT IN THE CORNER–BUT DRAKE SIDESTEPS AND TOSSES KIRK OVERHEAD OUT OF THE RING IN RETURN! Drake does not want to be caught in any of those crosshairs!

Jake Mercer: BUT LOOK! KIRK IS HOLDING ON! Drake doesn’t seem to immediately notice as Kirk is clutching onto the ropes with both hands, looking to get himself back into the swing of things while Drake is turning himself around, taking immediate notice as he seeks out a quick clothesline—BUT KIRK DUCKS UNDER & IMMEDIATELY RETORTS WITH AN STIFF FACE SLAP TO ROCK DRAKE KING!! Drake is stunned as Kirk is now looking to make the most out of this opportunity while the World Heavyweight Champion is vulnerable! Kirk is motioning himself toward the top, quickly on the climb to the top of the turnbuckle as he can aim for a TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE—

Stew-O: DRAKE WITH A JUMPING KNEE THAT SENDS KIRK COLLAPSING DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! Redwood is down! Kirk is visibly struggling for himself now, as he is finding the come up very difficult to do with immediate effect after being nailed by that dropkick! The referee is looking to count away, but it seems that Drake King is taking a very sizable look toward that possibility as he now finds himself rolling out of the ring to the disagreement of the referee! Drake has focus etched across his face!

Flannery McCoy: As Kirk is trying to rise back up to his feet, even after taking such a bad fall to the ringside floor he is still remaining resilient as ever while Drake King is refusing to slow down here—AS DRAKE SENDS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO STUN KIRK!!! Kirk drops to a knee, with the World Champion now keeping a close hold of the former Tag Team Champion and proceeding to hoist him UPWARD AS KIRK IS LEFT IN A VERY TROUBLING STATE IN THE MOMENT HERE—

Jake Mercer: AS HE’S DROPPED WITH A FALCOLN ARROW ONTO THE APRON!!! KIRK BACK TAKING THE FULL BRUNT OF THE ROUGH APRON AS ‘GOD’ IS MAINTAINING CONTROL! Drake is truly looking to put Kirk through the ringer here, as he proceeds to drag Kirk upward as he doesn’t want to slow himself down, rolling Redwood back into the ring without another thought! Drake finds himself motioning back inside the ring as well, Kirk is still reeling as Drake is now hooking the leg while the referee rushes himself to count the pin!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

T–

Stew-O: NOT QUITE THERE! THE TWO COUNT!!! Drake is rising upward, as he refuses to see his efforts be for nothing as he’s now taking a hold of Kirk, dragging his opponent toward the ropes as he sets him directly against the ropes in this troubling position! Drake King is looking to maintain as much of this control as possible while Kirk is vulnerable–AS HE’S PRESSING HIS KNEE AGAINST THE BACK OF KIRK’S NECK TO KEEP HIM FROM ESCAPING!!! UP AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE AS HE’S BEING CHOKED HERE! The referee is counting down, and Drake King is refusing to let this go and wants to take this further from here as well!!!

Flannery McCoy: AND DRAKE WITH A BOOT TO THE BACK OF KIRK’S HEAD BEFORE BACKING AWAY!! A little bit of disrespect from the World Heavyweight Champion as the audience is now booing loudly with the referee scolding Drake King! Drake remains poised as he’s returning back to Kirk, who’s coughing up a storm as Drake is rushing forward and looking for a knee of his own directly into Kirk–

Jake Mercer: BUT KIRK BURSTS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A ‘LETHAL ROUND’ THAT TURNS DRAKE KING INSIDE OUT!!! DRAKE KING IS DOWN!!! This is absolutely everything that Kirk needs right now as Drake is wide-eyed, absolutely dazed by the lariat as Kirk is now looking to rise back up to his feet, feeling all of the energy return to him as he is seeing Drake set onto his own rise as well! Kirk is refusing to see that through, as his focus is emphasized entirely on Drake King while the two-time Grand Rampage Winner is trying to bring himself upward here!

Stew-O: AS KIRK ALLOWS FOR A TEEP KICK TO KNOCK DRAKE INTO THE ROPES, WITH DRAKE RETURNING BACK TOWARD REDWOOD–AS KIRK IS ABLE TO SEND DRAKE SPIRALLING BACK DOWN WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX TO PUT HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!! Drake has been driven into the mat as Kirk is now able to garner that control, maintaining the hold for the pin to be made from here!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

T–

Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT!!! DRAKE KING IS ALL GOOD!!! This match continues as Kirk is constantly nodding, feeling the intensity within himself only continue to rise as he’s now dragging Drake King over to the corner once more, not allowing for any slowing down to happen as he just continues to lay into the World Champion with chop after chop!!! REDWOOD IS REFUSING TO LET UP AS THE REFEREE IS COUNTING DOWN!!! Kirk is not giving any quarter with how he is able to unleash as much of this deliberate control as possible for himself!

Jake Mercer: As the referee is always forced to count down & now forcing Kirk to halt the control of the blistering palm strikes that drop Drake King to slumping down in the corner! Kirk backs away, nodding to the referee as he seems to be backing off from his opponent–TILL HE RETURNS BACK AND PROCEEDS TO SEND REPEATED KICKS ACROSS THE JAW OF DRAKE KING! The referee is back to counting down again as Kirk Redwood is sending each stomp with deliberate intent, increasing the pressure as he continues without letting up on any of the momentum that he has been able to garner!

Stew-O: ‘Till he doesn’t have much of a choice other than backing himself away as the referee is stepping before him, scolding Kirk yet Kirk is nodding off as he does not take kindly to any measure of disrespect! Drake is dormant in the corner as Kirk finds himself focusing back on Drake King, shaking his head as he RUSHES FORWARD WITHOUT ANOTHER THOUGHT AS HE SEEKS OUT THIS FIERCE LEG KICK—

Flannery McCoy: SLINGBLADE TAKES KIRK REDWOOD DOWN WITH AUTHORITY!!! Drake subsides all of the control that he lost in the extended period to bring it all back with a slingblade, leaving Kirk to clutch onto the back of his own neck after the impact! Kirk is trying to rise back to his feet, disoriented as Drake is able to maintain the momentum while Redwood is in this constant struggle the longer that this match continues to stretch on!

Jake Mercer: As Drake sends a knee across the abdomen of Kirk to suppress him much further!! Kirk is halted even more so as he drops downward, with Drake pulling him upward and into position as he has been able to regain much of his own control in this match in order to bring himself closer to putting Kirk down! Drake King doesn’t waste another second by HOISTING REDWOOD UPWARD–AND SENDS HIM BACK DOWN WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!! He garners the pin!!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREE—

Stew-O: NO! KIRK KICKS OUT!!! Drake is remaining in this seated position as Kirk is refusing to stay down for long, trying to crawl himself around as this match is simply continuing at a pace that Drake wants to make comfortable for his own victory to come around! Kirk is motioning around, with Drake shaking his head again as he steps himself toward Kirk, sending a stomp down over the back of Kirk’s neck to deny him the necessary comeback from here! Drake begins to hook the arms, no time wasted when looking for the ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE’ HERE—

Flannery McCoy: BUT REDWOOD FREES HIS OWN ARMS AND IMMEDIATELY TAKES HOLD OF DRAKE—AS HE HOISTS HIM WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!! Drake King was just sent downward onto the canvas by the sudden suplex from Kirk as he has more than enough wherewithal to react with the urgency of the former Tag Team Champion with all the more to prove! Drake is in trouble–AS KIRK REELS DRAKE BACK OVER WITH A PULL OF HIS WRIST—

Jake Mercer: AS A ‘BASTARD-PLEX’ SENDS DRAKE KING DOWN AFTER KIRK REFUSED TO SLOW DOWN FOR EVEN A SECOND!! Drake King is in trouble as he finds himself in the works here, with Kirk hooking the leg once more while Drake King remains on the verge of defeat!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREE—

Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH! DRAKE KICKS OUT!!! Kirk Redwood is maintaining his focus as this main event is still continuing, which leads to Kirk taking hold of Drake’s hair while standing himself upward–AS HE’S LOOKING TO LEAD DRAKE KING INTO THE END HERE, LEAPING TOWARD THE ROPES BEFORE RUSHING BACK FOR THE ‘PAROLE VIOLATION’—

Flannery McCoy: AS DRAKE FINDS A SUPERKICK THAT CATCHES REDWOOD OFF GUARD IMMENSELY! Kirk is backed into the ropes, holding on as Drake is looking to find ground again as Kirk is not looking to keep himself at bay here, now rushing forward and looking for another ‘LETHAL ROUND’–BUT DRAKE DUCKS AS KIRK TURNS TO A SUDDEN SIDE KICK ACROSS HIS ABDOMEN! Kirk is left in a very debilitating stance here as Drake is now pulling Kirk into position, hooking the arms and he has Kirk exactly in the position that he needs to be here—

Jake Mercer: AS DRAKE PUTS REDWOOD DOWN WITH THE ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE!!!! The pedigree puts the former Tag Team Champion down as he turns Kirk over and hooks the leg with great urgency!!! The referee counts away!!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: REDWOOD WITH THE KICK-OUT!!! The former Tag Team Champion stays in this match as Drake King is absolutely feeling the wear and tear of going toe to toe with an elitist as intense as Kirk Redwood! Drake now finds himself backing away into the corner, shaking his own head as he is refusing to keep this match at bay for long, with no holding himself back from here as Kirk is looking to make the crawl, with Drake laying in wait while he has the end of this match primed… MOTIONING FORWARD FOR ‘JUDGMENT DAY’ HERE—

Flannery McCoy: KIRK EMERGES WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT THAT HALTS DRAKE KING IN HIS TRACKS IMMEDIATELY!!! DRAKE KING IS IN TROUBLE!!! The World Heavyweight Champion is left in a daze while Kirk is able to rise back up, not allowing Drake King another moment to recover here as he’s now itching to RUSH FORWARD AND LEAP INTO DRAKE KING—

Jake Mercer: INTO ‘SOLITARY CONFINEMENT’!!!! DRAKE KING IS TRAPPED IN THE GROUNDED ARM TRIANGLE! Kirk is holding out for dear life as now Drake King is in a world of trouble here! Drake is trying to keep himself upright, refusing to be completely succumbing to this submission but he’s in immense trouble right now! Kirk is refusing to let go of this submission for everything that he’s possibly got! Redwood is holding on for about as long as he possibly can!

Stew-O: BUT DRAKE IS CLUTCHING ONTO THE ROPE! The referee is counting down yet Kirk is refusing to give in! He’s not letting go as the count is itching closer to five—WHILE KIRK IS NOW KICKING UPWARD TO KNOCK DRAKE KING BACK! And now Drake’s backed immediately into the referee! Drake quickly turns and the referee is now rather heated by the brief exchange there! Redwood looks to pull himself upward from the ropes—

(POW!!!!)

Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE—BRASS KNUCKLES FROM CY HENDERSON BLASTS KIRK ACROSS THE SKULL!!!! OH NO!!! Kirk is absolutely dazed as Cy immediately sits against the apron, out of sight as Drake now takes notice to Kirk stirring! He knows now’s a better time than ever to take advantage—AND HE MOTIONS AHEAD!

Jake Mercer: ‘JUDGMENT DAY’!!!! THE CURB STOMP DOES THE TRICK AS KIRK REDWOOD IS SPIKED INTO THE CANVAS! The World Heavyweight Champion hooks the leg!!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….. EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… DRAAAAAAAAKE KING!!!!

Stew-O: Controversy plagues our first main event of the new season tonight as Drake King takes full advantage of Cy’s dirty work! Henderson certainly sends the message to Kirk after their exchange earlier on in the event, and that must be a very frustrating result for Kirk Redwood!

Flannery McCoy: Has to be! Kirk was truly putting up quite the match against Drake for everything that he had there, and Cy sticking his nose into this match does not serve Redwood any further as he looks to make the most out of his momentum!

(As Kirk is leaned against the ropes, with a palm on his own head due to crimson forming from the brass knuckles, Drake King is given his title—‘till his eyes meet Cy’s gaze, as he stands within the ringside area, looking up toward him as Drake’s eyes squint while clutching his championship closely, while Kirk in his delirium, is able to glare daggers toward Cy from afar… The scene fading…)

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(……Into a dimly lit section of the venue, where a television’s screen is all that is left to give any light to the setting, with the live broadcast of tonight’s Dynasty having been displayed through the screen for one sole presence within this very room.)

(As the figure, obscured by the shadows & faint glimmers of radiance from the screen, is watching intently, keeping a straight-forward perspective on the show—fully aware of the event they have witnessed, before providing one simple click along the television.)

(Pitch black.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)