(EAW intro plays.)
(A recap of last week’s episode is shown, before the camera then goes over to a shot of the Arena COS Torwar in Warsaw, Poland, as pyro is seen erupting from the stage in an elaborate display. The crowd gets loud as the shot pans around to show the stands, before ultimately landing at the commentary table, where Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, and Jake Mercer are seen standing by with smiles on their faces.)
Stew-O: We are two weeks away from our first Marquee Event of 2026, King of Elite, welcoming you all tonight to yet another episode… of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY!
Flannery McCoy: And what a show that we have in store for you tonight! A debuting Winona Hendrickson faces Jamie Valdez! Holly Arrow faces Adam Hale Valentine! Fire & Ice face David Gideon Smith & Effy McAvoy! For the first time in nearly 4 months, Cy Henderson is in action against Drake King! And in our main event, it’s a Champion versus Champion bout! As the World Heavyweight Champion Michael Machina goes up against Universal Women’s Champion Milli Banks!
Jake Mercer: But speaking of Champions! Here comes one now!
(The camera transitions from the commentary area to the stage, and immediately, ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii begins to play through the speakers. The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers as the camera goes over to the stage, revealing the Interwire Champion as he makes his way out from the backstage area. BRAE has a prideful expression on his face as he takes his title and adjusts it over his shoulder. He takes a brief moment to embrace the atmosphere, before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! ‘SON’… BRAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week we saw a monumental warning, as BRAE would defeat Drake King to advance to the King of Elite finals. After this weekend we know he’ll be joined by Showdown’s Akari Kiyoko and Voltage’s Cody Maverick. And it’s certainly going to be a long road if he wants to make it to the finish line.
Flannery McCoy: And if he does make it to the finish line, he’ll be the first person since Andre Walker to win the King of Elite as Interwire Champion and main event Pain For Pride, on the cusp of being a double Champion in this company! A prestigious honor only reserved for few, and I’m sure he’s more than ready to grab that brass ring and take his game to the next level.
Jake Mercer: What a dawg, man! Who can say that he beat big Drake King and had the potential to be a double Champion?! I can’t wait to hear his glorious thoughts.
(BRAE makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as they enter through the ropes and into the ring. He takes his title and raises it into the air, the crowd cheering loudly, before he then makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area. ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ begins to come to a close as he makes his way to the center of the ring, taking a brief moment before raising his microphone and beginning to speak.)
BRAE: It seems that luck has transformed into reality. The hypothetical has become tangible. I spent a lot of time thinking about whether the third time really is the charm, or if it’s just a comforting lie we tell ourselves to soften the blow of failure. But look at where I am standing. The second-round curse? Dead. Buried. I made a statement against Drake King in the semifinals that resonated through the very foundation of Friday Night Dynasty. I took everything that I went through, and I turned it into a stepping stone. So, if you were to ask me now, with the finals of the King of Elite tournament staring me in the face… Do I believe in destiny? I think I’m starting to. But destiny doesn’t work unless you bleed for it, and I have bled more than my share in order to get to where I am right now, and I plan to bleed more.
(The crowd continues to show their support, as BRAE nods his head, giving a brief pause before he then proceeds.)
BRAE: So, the stage is set. It’s a war on three fronts. On one side, you have the representative from Sunday Night Voltage, Cody Maverick. On the other side, Saturday Night Showdown’s Akari Kiyoko. And right here, standing in the center of it all, is the Interwire Champion representing Friday Night Dynasty. It’s a collision course that just feels… right. The universe has aligned together for this very moment, but let’s be genuinely honest about the situation. Cody and Akari? They’re hungry. You don’t make it to the finals of this tournament by being complacent. They want the crown, the throne… But do they want the burden? That’s the difference between us. They are fighting for opportunity, meanwhile I am fighting for immortality.
(BRAE takes a brief look around as he lowers his microphone, slowly pacing around before continuing.)
BRAE: I’ve heard a lot about Andre Walker. The history, the prestige of walking into Pain For Pride as a Champion and leaving as a double Champion. That is a rarefied air that very few Elitists can even breathe in without choking. But me? I’ve been conditioning myself for this my entire career. I am not looking at either of them and seeing enemies, necessarily. I am seeing variables in an equation I have already solved. I am seeing hurdles that I have already cleared in my mind a thousand times over. I don’t want to discredit them, because to underestimate your opponents in the finals is to invite disaster, and I am done with disaster. I am done with almost.
(BRAE pauses, looking around before looking at the stage.)
BRAE: I am looking at a scenario where I walk into the biggest stage of them all, and I don’t just participate… I dominate. The idea of BRAE as King of Elite… it used to be a delusion. A hope. Now? It feels like the only logical conclusion to this story. I said 2026 was going to be different. I said I was feeling lucky. But luck had nothing to do with beating Drake King, and luck will have nothing to do with what happens when the bell rings for that final match. It’s going to be preparation, endurance, and most importantly, the undeniable fact that I am currently operating on a level that is simply… untouched. Take a good look, Cody and Akari. Prepare your strategies. Watch the tape. Do whatever you feel is necessary to bridge the gap. But understand that you are standing in the way of a man who has decided that being good enough is an insult. I am not leaving that ring without the victory. I am not leaving this tournament as a runner-up. The narrative has shifted. The page has turned. And the ending? Well…
(BRAE looks at the hard camera and he smirks.)
BRAE: The ending is going to be spectacular.
(BRAE drops his microphone down as he takes his title and raises it into the air. The crowd cheers as ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ begins to blast through the speakers of the arena. He lowers his title over his shoulder with a smirk, before turning around and beginning to make his way out of the ring. He heads up the ramp as it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for King of Elite, where the finals of the King of Elite Tourament between Akari Kiyoko, BRAE and Cody Maverick will take place!)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(Cassie by Flyleaf begins playing and Winona Hendrickson makes her way out from the back with a smile on her face. She trudges down the ramp, tagging multiple fans on her way down. She slides into the ring and climbs the middle rope, posing there. After she drops down, she calls for more fans to bring the energy.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 150
pounds, from Washington, D.C., she is “WONDER WOMAN” … WIIINOONNNNAAA HENNDDRRIIIICCCKSSSOOONNN!!!
(‘TEFLON DON’ by Future blares throughout the arena and Jamie Valdez emerges from the back for the first time, looking around at the crowd with a look of disgust on her face. She walks down the ramp and multiple fans outstretch their hands for tags, but she yanks her body away and turns to the side before any of them can even have a chance of touching her.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 120 pounds, from Laredo, Texas, she is “THE PRODIGY”, JAAAMMMIIEEEE! VVVALLLDDDEEEZZZZZ!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: That’s the sound of the bell and Winona Hendrickson comes in for her Dynasty debut against Jamie Valdez, who is still looking to make an impact in her own right. Both go in for a lock up, but Jamie kicks Winona in the ribs instead! Jamie nails her with a forearm, and then grabs the wrist for an irish whip, but Winona slaps her hand down and she sents her flying with a shoulder tackle! Valdez holds her shoulder, rolling up to her feet.
Jake Mercer: Winona scoops Valdez up and slams her into the turnbuckles. She runs through her with repeated shoulder tackles to the ribs, and Jamie wheezes out in agony. Winona grabs Jamie and scoops her out of the corner, lifting her onto her shoulder—but Valdez slips behind. She wraps her arms around her neck, trying to get a sleeper in, but Winona runs backwards and slams her into the turnbuckles! Jamie releases, holding her side. Winona quickly runs the ropes, but Valdez charges in with a leaping dropkick to the knee!
Flannery McCoy: Hendrickson holds at her knee, and Jamie rises up to her feet. She grabs the leg of Valdez and looks to flip her over, but Winona shoves her away! Valdez scatters up to her feet and Winona stuns her with a massive European uppercut! Jamie staggers, and Winona scoops her up afterwards. She marches a round the ring with Jamie on her shoulder, but Jamie slips off and shoves Winona shoulder-first into the ring post! Winona holds her shoulder, and Jamie pulls her down with a schoolboy rollup!
ONNEEEEE—
Stew-O: Kick out from Winona! Both rise and Jamie swings for her. Winona ducks under and grabs her by the waist. She heaves her up for a german suplex, but Jamie spins in mid-air with a beautiful armdrag! Hendrickson is up and Jamie follows with a spinning sole kick to the ribs. She runs the ropes, leaping for a crossbody—only to be caught by Hendrickson! Hendrickson walks around, and tosses Jamie with a fallaway slam!
Jake Mercer: That forces her to scramble up to her feet, and she falls into the turnbuckles. Winona rises and immediately runs into a corner avalanche. She scoops Jamie up and walks to the center of the ring, only for Valdez to flip out and land on her feet! She kicks the leg of Winona out and she falls to her knees. Jamie hits the ropes, stepping forward for a bicycle knee strike—no! Winona blocks it!
Flannery McCoy: Jamie staggers backwards, and swings a boot! Winona catches the leg of Jamie and spins her around! She nails her with an European uppercut! That’s two for Hendrickson so far, and she runs the ropes, looking for a running variant this time—Valdez turns and scoops the arms, bringing her down for a backslide!
OOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
Jake Mercer: Hendrickson rolls to her feet! She grabs the wrist of Jamie and lifts her up for a spinebuster! The back of Valdez’s head bounces off the canvas, and Winona stumbles towards the turnbuckles. Jamie rolls over, grimacing. She slowly rises up, dazed. Winona points at her, charging in for a lariat—no! Valdez with a drop toe hold into the middle turnbuckle! Winona holds her mouth, stumbles up.
Stew-O: Jamie grabs the shoulders of Hendrickson, leaping up into a BACKSTABBER! Winona falls off of the knees of Hendrickson and falls onto her face, holding at her back in pain. Jamie rolls her over, contemplating a pinfall. She shakes her head, and pulls Hendrickson up instead. She spins behind her, grabbing the waist. Jamie looks to lift Winona up in the air—but the size disparity may be trouble for her!
Flannery McCoy: Big elbow from Hendrickson, and Jamie hangs on. Another elbow, and Jamie releases her this time. She runs the ropes, and Winona soars into a boot! Valdez goes down, and Winona pumps her fists, walking around the ring. Jamie slowly rises to her feet, and Winona kicks Jamie in the gut. She grabs her by the head and lifts her up vertically, marching around the ring… and she drops back into a big vertical suplex!
Jake Mercer: Winona sits up, flexing her arms. Jamie holds her back, grimacing out in pain. She rises to her feet and drags Jamie up. She heaves her up, marching to the center of the ring and bringing Jamie down with a big backbreaker! Valdez falls to the canvas, holding at her back, and Winona quickly hooks the legs!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO—
Stew-O: But Valdez gets her shoulder up in time! That doesn’t deter Hendrickson though, who rolls over and mounts Jamie, throwing forearms to the forehead. Jamie covers up, but she’s being battered. Winona rises up and grabs Jamie by the waist, deadlift her off of the canvas. Hendrickson spins Jamie around, and throws her across the ring with a big time gutwrench suplex!
Jake Mercer: Hendrickson kips up to her feet, and Valdez is still holding onto her ribs. She rises to her feet, and pulls Valdez up. She turns her around and grabs the waist to lift her for a german suplex, but Jamie wraps her foot around the ankle of Winona. She stomps on the toe of Winona, and spins around, shoving her chest-first into the turnbuckles! Hendrickson bounces off, and Jamie gets her with a superkick to the back of the head!
Flannery McCoy: It lands flush and Winona falls over, holding the back of her head in pain. Jamie grabs her by the body and rolls her toward the dropzone. Jamie steps out to the apron and she takes the ropes, beginning to climb up. She slowly steadies herself, taking a deep breath. Winona is hardly moving, as Jamie leaps off the top rope with a SWANTON BOMB—
Stew-O: HENDRICKSON MOVES! Jamie holds her back, wheezing out in pain! She takes her time to get up, and Hendrickson quickly grabs the waist! She runs to the turnbuckles, for an O’Connor Roll—but she deadlifts her high up in the air for ‘DISHONORED!’ THE GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS, AND SHE BRIDGES IT!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM VALDEZ! Winona falls back, shaking her head. Jamie is still down, nursing the back of her head from that nasty landing. Hendrickson makes her way up, and she crawls towards Jamie. But Jamie senses something coming her way, and she rolls underneath the bottom rope to recover. She takes a deep breath, grimacing in pain. Hendrickson makes her way up, and grabs Valdez by the hair. She pulls her to the center of the ring, looking around.
Flannery McCoy: She slowly pulls her up to her feet, looking to wrap this one up—wait! Jamie quickly scoops the head of Hendrickson and she brings her down into a small package! Winona flails desperately as her shoulders get pressed to the canvas!
OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO—
Stew-O: Winona kicks out just in time! Both women scramble up to their feet and it’s Valdez who sends Hendrickson flying back with a double-knee facebreaker! Winona’s face gets smashed into the knees of Valdez, who brings Winona straight down to the canvas! She’s laid out, and Jamie holds at her back, shaking her head. She couldn’t capitalize to the cover because of the landing, and now she’s going to find another route of victory.
Jake Mercer: Jamie crawls to Hendrickson, but she falls underneath the bottom rope. Valdez rolls out of the ring and pulls Winona up to her feet. She grabs her, trying to throw her into the steel steps—but Hendrickson gets a boost of energy, and she sends Valdez into the steps! Jamie holds her shoulder, falling to the canvas! Winona catches Jamie as she makes her way up, and wraps her arms around her waist… She’s got nowhere to go!
Flannery McCoy: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! RIGHT ON THE FLOOR! VALDEZ WHEEZES OUT IN PAIN! And Hendrickson has taken control of this match back! She rises to her feet and stumbles up, taking Jamie by the hair and she throws her into the ring! Winona takes the ropes and climbs onto the apron, while Valdez is still laying prone on the canvas. Winona staggers to the turnbuckles, making her way up.
Stew-O: She calls Valdez up to her feet, and Jamie rolls over, grimacing. She slowly rises and she looks up to Winona, who is perched atop the ropes… ‘SKYFALL!’ SHE DIVES OFF THE TOP ROPE AND TAKES VALDEZ DOWN WITH A FROG SPLASH AS SHE’S STANDING UP! WINONA TO THE COVER!
OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHH—
Flannery McCoy: ONLY FOR JAMIE TO THROW HER SHOULDER UP AGAIN! Valdez has shown a lot of endurance, but Winona is still the one with the advantage, that’s undeniable! She looks around, running her hands through her hair. Valdez is still laid out, and Hendrickson makes her way up. She grabs Jamie by the head and slowly brings her up to her feet, looking around.
Stew-O: She tucks her head into her thighs, wrapping her arms around her waist, she calls this one ‘HEAVEN SENT’ — NO! JAMIE WITH A HURRICANRANA! Winona missed her chance, and she holds at her back! Valdez stumbles up to her feet and Winona staggers towards her, but Jamie with a roundhouse kick! Winona is on wobbly legs, and Valdez bounces off the ropes! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE BRINGS HENDRICKSON DOWN! Jamie nailed her with that one!
Jake Mercer: Valdez isn’t done yet either! She steps out to the apron, climbing up the top rope. Jamie adjusts herself on the ropes, pointing down to Hendrickson who isn’t moving… ‘POETRY OF SILENCE!’ WHAT A FEAT OF ATHLETICISM FROM VALDEZ, AS SHE CRASHES DOWN ON THE RIBS OF HENDRICKSON! JAMIE QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHH—
Stew-O: BUT HENDRICKSON GETS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE JUST IN TIME! Jamie shakes her head, angered at the match continuing on. You have to give Hendrickson credit for taking Valdez to her limit in her debut match, but I’m not sure how far it’ll get her at this point in the match! Hendrickson rolls over, clutching at her ribs…
Flannery McCoy: Jamie follows up with her, and she nails her with a forearm! Winona staggers, but she cracks Jamie with one of her own! Valdez stumbles, but she fires off another forearm! Winona nearly falls, but she throws one of her own! Winona is starting to fire up … and that’s exactly what Valdez doesn’t want—
Jake Mercer: But Jamie with a thrust kick to the ribs! Winona falls over, coughing out in pain! Jamie backs off the ropes, looking to leap to the ropes for ‘DESTINY CUTTER’, but HENDRICKSON HOOKS THE WAIST! She pulls her off of the ropes, trying a german suplex! But Jamie drops to a wheelbarrow position! She victory roll tosses Hendrickson forward, and her throat collides with the middle rope!
Stew-O: The impact bounces her off, and Valdez sees her hunched over… ‘FIERCE KICK!’ WHAT AN AXE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! VALDEZ ROLLS WINONA OVER! THAT COULD BE IT RIGHT THERE!
OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, JAAAMMMIIIEEEEEE!!! VALLLLLDEEEEZZZZZZ!!!
(Valdez rolls off of Hendrickson, and despite the dismay of the crowd, she rises with a big smile. The referee checks on Winona for a moment, then approaches Jamie and takes her wrist, raising her arm high up in the air.)
Flannery McCoy: AND IT IS! JAMIE VALDEZ PICKS UP A BIG WIN, AND NOW SHE’S GOT MOMENTUM! Winona tried her best there, but it’s Valdez who leaves with the win, and Jamie herself knows that she needed that one.
Stew-O: For all up and coming Elitists, all it takes is one. One win and you can start to develop momentum that helps you put yourself in a much stronger position on the roster, and that’s exactly how tonight played out for Jamie Valdez. Winona will have many more opportunities down the line, but tonight is clearly about Jamie, and that is exactly what she needed after last week.
Jake Mercer: No doubt about it, and now we look forward to seeing what comes next for “The Prodigy” here on Dynasty!
(A commercial plays for the NBA.)
(Backstage, Jamie Valdez can be seen rolling her wrists, looking to unwind after her match against Winona. A smirk curls across her face. Content as a cat, she strolls down the hall and looks to tuck herself away in the comfort of her lockeroom—)
???: Ahem.
(But as soon as she was about to open the door, someone comes up from behind, garnering her attention. Her eyes narrow. Already she can tell who it was.)
Jamie Valdez: ‘Ahem’ what? Don’t you have your own match to prepare for? Why are you slacking off?
(The shot pans and Adam Hale Valentine is revealed—both with crossed arms and a crossed look on his face.)
Adam Hale Valentine: Come on, Jamie. You may be a blond, like me, but surely you’re not stupid. Did you really think that things were going to be easy for you?
(Jamie scoffs, narrowing her eyes. She spins to face him. She can sense the undercurrent of venom underneath his facade, and Valdez would meet him halfway with her lips pulling into a tight thin line.)
Jamie Valdez: Oh, so what, you’re mad about how last week went? Is that it? You know, I figured you’d be pretty alright considering you got the win in the end, so what’s the big deal?
Adam Hale Valentine: The big deal is that you chose the easy way out. Instead of losing on merit, or by account of me simply being the better competitor that night, you couldn’t handle it. I’m allowed to not be satisfied when it comes to half-assery like that.
Jamie Valdez: Wow! Really? You really might be the first person in history to be mad about winning a match! 😂 This is ridiculous.
(Jamie snorts and lets out a crude laugh, which only annoys Adam further.)
Adam Hale Valentine: Ridiculous for you, but not for me. See, I don’t like cop outs. I’m not the guy keen on trying to lessen my hubris. If I lose, then I lose; much like I accepted when I faced off against Drake King during the King of Elite tournament. Still, I can take that experience and not let that eat away at me, whereas you couldn’t possibly handle losing twice in a row. So, you decided to negate that, and I’ll be frank—I feel cheated. I’m here to be the best, not to get by on technicalities or have anyone think they can truly be better than me.
Jamie Valdez: Okay? And why does this concern me? Look, I’m sure you’ll feel better if you actually make your way to your match and win that, so you can go along your way now and leave me be, K? Byeee!
(Jamie gives a sarcastic wave and grin, but that only prompts Adam to take a step closer.)
Adam Hale Valentine: No. I want a rematch.
(Jamie drops the hand. Her brow arches.)
Jamie Valdez: A rematch?
Adam Hale Valentine: I didn’t stutter, did I?
Jamie Valdez: And I didn’t either, Adam. Screw off already. 🙄
Adam Hale Valentine: Then if you want me to leave so badly, accept my proposition. I doubt a woman of your background is all that pleased yourself with how your career has been as of late. A loss in the first match, with so much as to not make a single noise in the lead-up, and then you cause a cheap disqualification when you knew you were outclassed by me?
(Adam clicks his teeth, shaking his head.)
Adam Hale Valentine: Not all that dignifying for a woman who has won countless titles elsewhere. In fact, it makes me wonder if you’re even the same Jamie Valdez. It sounds like you’re content with taking the easy way out. Not all that endearing for someone who wants to be seen as elite. 🤔
(Something seemed to finally strike a nerve.)
(Just as Jamie pivoted her body back toward the door, she only was able to take a step in the midst of Adam’s slick talk. Valdez sighs. A hand settles on her hip. She briefly grits her teeth before she whirls back around, getting close to him.)
Jamie Valdez: Okay, big guy. Since you really want this, then who am I to say no? It would definitely get you to shut up for once. However, Adam, I can promise you you don’t know who you are truly dealing with. All this begging and coaxing is going to backfire on you sure enough.
(Adam cracks a spry smirk of his own.)
Adam Hale Valentine: I guess we’ll see. Just be sure to back up that talk. I’d hate if I had to truly experience for myself how much you’ve truly fallen off.
(Jamie is just about to respond before Adam takes his leave. She huffs, shaking her head as she looks off into the direction he walked off in. She mutters underneath her breath.)
Jamie Valdez: Asshole.
(The final shot shows Jamie standing before the scene fades back to ringside. Stepie Love is seen in the ring, ready to make the introductions for the next match.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Void Meridian’ by Messa blares throughout the building and the crowd immediately breaks into boos as the extremely arrogant Adam Hale Valentine makes his way out from the back. He chuckles at the reception, taking his sweet time to get in the ring and take in his entrance.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 192 pounds, “ALL HALE” ADDDDAAAAMMMMM! HHHHAAAAALLLLEEEEEE! VALEENNNTTTIIINNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!
(‘Judas’ by Lady Gaga is next to start booming throughout the arena, and Holly Arrow makes her way out with a very focused look on her face. She stomps up the mat and enters the ring, posing in the center.)
Stephie Love: His opponent, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at 149 pounds, she is “THE LODESTAR” HOOOLLLLLYYYYY!! ARRRROOOOWWWWW!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: This is a big challenge for Adam Hale Valentine, as he goes in there with Holly Arrow, a woman who has made quite the name for herself in EAW for all of these years. But despite that, Adam is feeling good about himself as he circles around the ring with his much smaller opponent. Holly swings in for a collar & elbow tie-up, but instead, she eats a boot to the gut and a tight side headlock from Valentine! He wrenches on the head of Arrow, who quickly brings him to the ropes and sends him off—
Jake Mercer: —only for Valentine to slide, keeping the headlock in tight! Holly grits her teeth, slowly rising with him. She sends a punch to the body, but Adam retaliates with a headlock takeover, wrenching on her head. Holly wraps her arms around the waist of Valentine, pivoting over for a pinfall, pressing his shoulders against the canvas! The referee drops down for a count-
Flannery McCoy: No need, Valentine frees himself before Holly can even get a one count. She grits her teeth, once again trying to get up. And as she does, Adam rises with her and sends a punch to the forehead! Holly groans, and Adam punches her again! He grabs her for another headlock takeover—no! She stops him! Holly scoops Adam high up in the air and she rams him into the turnbuckles!
Stew-O: She grabs Arrow by the waist for a german suplex, but he elbows her away. Adam spins and kicks her in the gut. He grabs her by the head and tries for a snap suplex, but Holly stalls it! She sends a punch to the ribs, and another one. Holly frees herself and spins out, lifting Adam high in the air and spinning into a belly to belly suplex! Adam gets planted in the center of the ring, and Arrow quickly hooks the legs for the first cover of the match!
ONE—
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM VALENTINE! Holly rises to her feet and follows Adam up. He punches her in the body, and forearms her afterwards. Holly is on wobbly legs, and she charges in, only for Adam to bring her down with a drop toe hold into the middle rope! Holly holds her throat, grimacing. Adam rises to her feet and hits off hte ropes, soaring into a dropkick to the back of the head! Holly falls back, clutching her head.
Stew-O: Adam rises up and grabs Holly up afterwards. He spins around, grabbing her by the head and planting her onto the canvas with a beautiful russian legsweep! He sits up, dusting his hands off. Adam rises to his feet and drags Holly up immediately after, hooking the head and twirling around for a swinging neckbreaker! It bounces Holly up to a seated position, and Adam rises and hits the ropes for a boot to the back of the head!
Flannery McCoy: Valentine is feeling good about himself right now, and he rises to his feet, extending hsi arms out to the dismay of the crowd. Holly rolls over, falling into the ropes. Adam pulls Holly to her feet and he grabs her by the head, trying another snap suplex, but Holly stalls it! Adam fights to get free, but Holly brings him down with a snap suplex of her own! Adam rolls away, clutching at his back. He swings for Holly, who ducks under and grabs Adam by the waist, for a german suplex! Adam gets sent across the ring, and he wasn’t expecting that at all!
Stew-O: Now it’s Holly who is finally in control, and Adam struggles up to his feet. She runs forward, tackling him into the turnbuckles! She winds her arm back and throws repeated shots to the head. Holly grabs the wrist and irish whips Adam across the ring, running forward again, but this time, Adam raises his boots in the air! Holly staggers, and Adam turns himself, starting to climb the middle rope…
Jake Mercer: Before he can capitalize, Holly runs and clobbers him in the back! She clobbers him again, and surprisingly, she scoops Adam into an electric chair… and staggers backwards for a big time electric chair drop! Adam rolls over, clutching at his back, and Holly makes her way up to her feet, pumping her fist. Valentine stumbles up and Holly runs the ropes, but Adam sees her coming and brings her down with a Fujiwara armbar!
Flannery McCoy: Adam pulls back on Holly’s arm, and she yelps out in agony. Adam continues to wrench on that armbar, and Holly reaches for the ropes—but will she be able to get to them?! Adam continues to pull back on the arm, and Holly bangs her fist against the mat! Adam keeps pulling as far back as he possibly can, but that allows Holly to roll to her side and bridge Adam’s shoulders to the canvas!
ONNEEEE—-
Stew-O: Kick out from Adam! He rises, but he’s got a hold of her wrist and pulls her into an elbow to the jaw! Holly crumbles and Adam grabs the hair of Holly and yanks her into a hair pull backbreaker! That was uncalled for, and the referee wastes no time to warn Valentine about his conduct, but he brushes it off in an instant. Holly is writhing around in pain, meanwhile Adam drops down and hooks the legs.
ONNEEEEEEEE!
Jake Mercer: Another kick out from Holly! Valentine shakes his head, and pulls Arrow up to her feet. He grabs her in a cravate, and starts sending nasty knees to the forehead. He spins around, wanting a cravate suplex, but Holly slips her head free and captures the arm and neck of Valentine, pulling him into a Katahajime! BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED! Adam screams out in agony, waving his arm up in the air! Holly pulls on the neck, and she’s doing everything in her power to try and force Adam to submit!
Flannery McCoy: He staggers backwards and runs her into the turnbuckles! Adam drops down, throwing Holly over his shoulder. She stumbles up and he blasts her wit ha nasty boot to the jaw! Holly bounces into the ropes and Adam hooks the head of Arrow, slowly heaving her high up in the air, no! Holly drops back down and she lifts him up for a gourdbuster! Adam bounces up to his feet off impact, clutching at his ribs in pain… ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM HOLLY FLOORS VALENTINE!
Stew-O: Holly pulls Adam up immediately after and she grabs him in a wrist clutch, hoisting her up for ‘Od—’ NO! Adam elbows her! He lands to his feet and grabs her by the head, lifting her high up in the air for a FALCON ARROW! PLANTED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! DOWN GOES HOLLY! And Adam hooks the legs up over his shoulder for the cover!
OOOOOONNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM ARROW! This one is far from over, and Adam shakes his head. He rises up and he drags Holly up afterwards. He lifts her in a fireman’s carry, but Holly with repeated elbows! She slips off in time, and shoves Adam to the ropes. Adam bounces off the ropes, and Holly scoops him up! EXPLODER SUPLEX! VALENTINE IS SENT, AND THAT GIVES HOLLY THE CHANCE TO CAPITALIZE AND TURN THIS ONE AROUND!
Jake Mercer: Adam looks up at the ceiling, dazed. He rolls over and slowly rises to his feet. Holly calls Adam up to his feet and she nails him with a forearm smash! A big kick to the gut from Holly, and she spins around, running the ropes—only for Adam to follow with her! Kitchen sink, and that knee is driven right into the ribs of Arrow! He takes her by the head and he throws her to the center of the ring!
Stew-O: ‘BETTER THAN YOURS’ — NO! ARROW CATCHES HIS ANKLE BEFORE THE SUPERKICK CAN CONNECT! She spins Adam around, and nails him with a MASSIVE LARIAT! That could have ripped his head off of his shoulders, and now Arrow is starting to turn things around in her favor! Valentine looks up at the ceiling with a glassy eyed expression, and Holly is calling for this one to end!
Jake Mercer: She scoops Valentine up off of the canvas, and she grabs him in a pumphandle position. Adam tries to fight out of it, but he’s too dazed to get ahold of himself! ‘MAGNETIC DESCENT!’ SHE FLIPS HIM INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! THAT MAY BE OUT OF IT! THE TOP OF ADAM’S HEAD SPIKED OFF THE CANVAS! AND HOLLY HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
OOOOOONNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTT—
Stew-O: NO! VALENTINE GETS HIS SHOULDER! I don’t think Holly was expecting that whatsoever! She sits up, shaking her head. She scoots back to the ropes, taking them. She slowly rises up and pulls Adam up to her feet, grabbing him in a front facelock. She steps backwards, hooking the arm of Adam up! SHE LIFTS HIM UP—SHE’S FINISHED MANY WITH THIS!
Jake Mercer: ‘PSISONIC CROSSBOW’ — NO! ADAM LANDS ONTO HIS FEET! He rakes the eyes of Arrow, and she stumbles backwards! ‘BETTER THAN YOURS!’ THE SUPERKICK LANDS FLUSH FROM VALENTINE! AND ARROW GOES DOWN IN A HEAP! Adam staggers backwards afterwards, but Arrow is floored! NOw’s the perfect chance for Adam to go in for the win, but Holly still isn’t moving!
Flannery McCoy: He crawls towards her, but as he goes to latch his arm over for the cover, Holly rolls out of the ring! Adam bangs his fist against the canvas, and the frustration of the rookie is already beginning to show—and that creates a great opening for Arrow if she’s able to capitalize!
Stew-O: Adam rolls out, looking for Holly. He slowly pulls her up, and he throws her into the ring. Adam rolls back in, and Holly rolls away to the ropes again. Adam shakes his head, and he grabs her by the arm, pulling her towards the center of the ring. He looks down, realizing a lot of time has been wasted, and reluctantly, he pulls Holly up to her feet…
Jake Mercer: Quickly, he heaves her up in a fireman’s carry, as he wants ‘MASSACRE OF THE INNO—’ NO! Holly slips free! She shoves him chest-first into the turnbuckle! LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM ARROW! Adam falls down, holding his head in pain! Arrow drags Adam up to his feet and she tucks his head into her thighs, is she really going to try a powerbomb here?!
Flannery McCoy: Adam spins out, and he slams her into the turnbuckles! Holly staggers out, and Adam quickly runs the ropes. He wants a lariat of his own—but Holly blocks it! She spins him out off impact, and she swings another lariat! A drop step from Valentine, and he heaves her up in the air, but Arrow wraps her legs around his waist, trying a victory roll! Instead, he hangs on and throws her face-first onto the turnbuckles! Arrow bounces off, and Adam leaps into a neckbreaker!
Stew-O: Arrow goes down, and Valentine rises to his feet, wanting to wrap this one up. He drags Arrow to her feet and tucks her head in, double underhooking the arms! ADAM WANTS ‘ALL HALE!’ BUT ARROW WITH A BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP! What she doesn’t know is that Valentine hangs on to the ropes and lands on the apron!
Flannery McCoy: Holly turns to grab Adam, but he wraps his arms around her head and brings her down with a HOTSHOT OVER THE TOP ROPE! Arrow hits the ground hard, holding her throat in pain. Adam swings back into the ring and she stumbles up, and a swift kick to the ribs from Adam! He double underhooks the arms and lifts her up vertically for ‘ALL HALE!’ PLANTS HER ON THE CANVAS! VALENTINE ROLLS HOLLY OVER AND HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOONNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, ADDAAMMM! HAALLLEEE!!! VALLEENNTIINNEEEEE!!!
(Adam rolls off of Holly, a massive smirk on his face. The referee offers to take his arm and raise it up, but he snatches it away. Adam raises both of his arms up on his own accord, meanwhile Holly is still stunned after that loss.)
Stew-O: What a MASSIVE upset! Adam Hale Valentine shows up and defeats Holly Arrow, and his hot streak of victories continues! Tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a disqualification victory, instead, he straight up beats Arrow and that was all he needed!
Jake Mercer: The confidence of this guy is going to skyrocket, I can already see it! Arrow brought a lot of fire tonight, but it seemed clear that he was just one step ahead of her the entire time… how often do you see that from someone who has just gotten here?!
Flannery McCoy: It’s NOT something that happens with Holly Arrow, but Adam Hale Valentine has figured itself out and you have to give credit where it’s due. What a victory!
[SCREENBAR: POST-FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY LAST WEEK]
(The camera opens up as exclusive footage is shown from after last week’s episode of Friday Night Dynasty. Backstage Correspondent Michael Belfort is seen as he’s standing by in front of a door. He has a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand as he begins to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty, and what an amazing night of King of Elite action that we just witnessed. As you saw to close the show, after the grueling quarterfinals and semifinals matchups that we just witnessed, it ended up being BRAE who beat Drake King at the tail end of it to earn the opportunity to make it to the finals as the representative of Friday Night Dynasty. A massive win for the Interwire Champion, but now, I look to get some words with the man who was unsuccessful in this endeavor. I’m hoping to see if Drake King has any comments on what just transpired.
(Michael turns around as he looks to knock on the door, but as he does, it’s seen that it’s slightly ajar. Confused, he slowly pushes it open, and immediately… he sees carnage.)
(The locker room is in a state of absolute disarray. Steel chairs are overturned, water bottles are scattered and crushed along the floor, and in the corner… Drake King stands with his back to the door. His chest is heaving, his hands gripping the top of a locker while still in his ring gear. He’s shaking his head repeatedly, seemingly trying to come to terms with himself, and while he does, Michael slowly steps inside the room.)
Michael Belfort: Drake…?
(Drake quickly whips around with wide eyes, and it’s clear just by one look at him that his composure is completely gone, replaced by the raw fury of a man whose reality has just been completely shattered.)
Drake King: Do you have eyes, Michael? Do you possess the basic sensory functions required to perceive the world around you??? Because if you did, you would see that this is not a sanctuary for visitation. Get. Out.
Michael Belfort: I- I understand emotions are high, Drake… but after a loss like that to BRAE in the semifinals-
Drake King: DO NOT SAY THAT NAME! Do not speak of that… that thief as if he accomplished something of merit. How dare you? How dare you walk into this place and have the audacity to try to ask me for a comment on what transpired? I’ll tell you what transpired, Michael. A tragedy. A miscarriage of justice so vile it should make the heavens weep.
(Drake, running his hands through his hair, quickly walks up to Michael, pointing an accusatory finger toward him in a manner that would make it seem like he did it.)
Drake King: I carried this brand on my back through the Quarterfinals. I disposed of David Gideon Smith as prophesied, and then? Was I given time to recover? Was I granted the rest required to finish the job that I started? No. I was thrown back into the fire immediately, forced to compete against a man who has done nothing but benefit from the chaotic structure of this tournament. BRAE did not defeat me. The schedule defeated me. The circumstances conspired against God! Dynasty does not want a Savior; all it wants is a circus act. It wants to bleed me dry until there is nothing left-
(Drake stops, as he catches something out of the corner of his eye. As soon as he comprehends who it is, his eye starts to twitch. He shoves Michael out of the way as he turns around, immediately eyeing Holly Arrow. She has her arms crossed as she shrugs her shoulders.)
Holly Arrow: Don’t mind me. Keep going with what you have to say.
Drake King: You. What are you doing here?
Holly Arrow: I’m actually surprised that there isn’t a crowd right now. You’re awfully loud; you can hear it through the hallways.
(Drake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.)
Drake King: Have you come to bask in the misfortune of your betters? Or did you just get lost on the way to whatever your failed life has entailed for you?
(Holly shrugs again.)
Holly Arrow: A bit of both, I guess. Mostly just walking by. Hard to ignore a grown man throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get the job done.
Drake King: Tantrum? You call the righteous indignation of a deity… a tantrum? I suppose I shouldn’t expect a creature of your… limited capacity to understand the complexities of my burden.
Holly Arrow: Drake, I’m not trying to start problems with you here. Maybe I’m just here to reassure you. And the only possible way that I can reassure you is by telling you that you lost. And that’s okay, it happens, trust me, I would know. I lose all the time, it’s kind of my thing. But at least when I lose, I don’t tear up the locker room and blame everyone but myself for it. I just… go home. Maybe cry in my bed, drink the tears in the form of a tea, whatever you want to believe that I do.
(Drake steps toward her, turning his accusatory finger toward her.)
Drake King: Do not compare me to you. We are not the same. You are comfortable in your mediocrity, but me? I am the architect of the future. My loss is a glitch in the matrix of destiny, but your loss is just another Friday. I do not DESERVE this.
Holly Arrow: And yet, tonight, your result sheet looks the same as apparently just another Friday for me, doesn’t it? It’s an L. A big, fat L. Sucks to suck. BRAE beat you. Clean. Middle of the ring.
Drake King: IT WAS NOT CLEAN!
Holly Arrow: Sounded like a three-count to me. I’m sure I’m not the only one who could tell you that. But hey, you keep telling yourself it was a conspiracy. Whatever helps you sleep at night without that crown you like to pretend you’re wearing. You know, for a God, you sure do bleed, sweat, and lose just like the rest of us mortals. It’s almost… pathetic.
(Drake scrunches his face, doing whatever he can to compose himself right now.)
Drake King: Get out of my face. Before I decide that you are the sacrifice required to balance the scales tonight.
(Holly pushes herself off the doorframe, holding up her hands.)
Holly Arrow: I’m going. Don’t pop a blood vessel. It’d be a shame if you missed next week before you stroked out over a match.
(Holly offers a lazy, sarcastic wave as she disappears down the hallway. Meanwhile, Drake is standing there, vibrating with rage as he stares off into the distance. His breathing is still heavy as he quickly turns around, looking at a terrified Michael Belfort.)
Drake King: Did you hear that? Did you hear the insolence? THAT is what is wrong with Dynasty! THAT is the rot that infects this brand.
(Drake grabs Michael by the collar and yanks him toward him.)
Drake King: People like her! Complacent! Broken! Accepting failure! She dares to stand before me, a woman who has done nothing but LOSE, and lecture ME on reality?! She is a disease. A virus of mediocrity that threatens to infect the perfection I offer! She thinks because she has accepted her place in the dirt that she can drag me down there with her??? SHE IS WRONG!
Michael Belfort: Drake, please-
Drake King: I am not just like the rest of you. I am the rule! And I will not suffer the commentary of the damned while I am trying to correct the course of history!
(Drake shoves Michael violently toward the door, as the interviewer stumbles backward, nearly tripping, as he quickly retreats toward the hallway.)
Drake King: GET OUT! TAKE YOUR IGNORANCE AND LEAVE ME BE!
(BANG!)
(Drake slams the door directly in Michael’s face, as the sounds of more objects being thrown and destroyed are heard. It’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
(The camera shot transitions over to the backstage area, and lands on the door of Tyrone Montgomery’s office. It then dissolves to the interior, where the Dynasty general manager himself is seated by his desk. He’s on his phone.)
Tyrone Montgomery: That’s great! Thanks for pulling through. She’s definitely ready this time. I’ll be watching. Anyway, you have a good rest of your night, and keep killing it on Voltage.
(The call ends—right in time for the door to open.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Well, I know good and damn well I didn’t give permission for anyone to enter. :dahell:
???: Oh well, should’ve kept it locked. Besides, this is urgent!
(A set of feet hurries in, belonging to that of Mia Santoro. The former Specialists Champion has a pretty big scowl on her face. Her palms press against the wooden desk, and she looks right at Tyrone.)
Mia Santoro: I really hope you aren’t forgetting about me. You know, the same woman you drafted onto this brand and was able to dominate the Specialists division on my own for literally six months?
(Tyrone blinks, and he almost looks offended by the accusation.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Okay, Mia, how about you settle down and take a seat? I mean, where is any of this even coming from?
(Mia huffs, but she listens. She sits down across from him.)
Mia Santoro: You know, things have just not been going my way lately. First it was that egregious loss at Road to Redemption. If anything, I should still be champion, but Auburn Ware got lucky. Then, I lost to Caroline in the Empress of Elite tournament, and I can’t stand that brooding, fake creepy little bitch! I just can’t believe all of this has been happening… but then, I checked, and I’m not even booked for tonight!? Are you kidding me? It feels like you aren’t taking me as seriously as you should as a hot commodity for this show, and it makes me feel disrespected.
Tyrone Montgomery: :whoa: Okay, okay, relax. Look, I understand your frustrations, I really do, but Mia, come on—it’s just one week away from the action. I got you set up for a match anyhow for next week if you’re really that concerned, but there’s no need for you to get this irrational about—
Mia Santoro: Irrational? IRRATIONAL!?
(Mia stands up, her voice projecting.)
Mia Santoro: No, Tyrone, I am NOT being irrational about anything! I can’t have these losers looking down on me again! I can’t have these people thinking that because I no longer have the title that is rightfully mine that they can go back to picking on me! I’m better than them! I will ALWAYS be better than them!
Tyrone Montgomery: Mia…
Mia Santoro: I’m a goddamn star, you hear!? A STAR! And you oughta start recognizing that instead of—
Tyrone Montgomery: MIA!
(Mia suddenly stops, almost caught off guard by how Tyrone had to scream that out. Montgomery himself was a bit shocked. He quickly clears his throat and adjusts his tie. Then, an exhale.)
Tyrone Montgomerey: I apologize. I don’t like raising my voice, let alone to a woman, but Mia, come on. I know better than you treat you as anything less than someone who deserves to be a talent on my brand. You won at Pain for Pride, and yes, you have done a great job proving your detractors wrong. In fact, are you really going to trip up over two losses? That’s a little hump. Nothing more. Right?
Mia Santoro: Well… right, I guess.
Tyrone Montgomery: Exactly. So, you have nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be taken care of. You just focus on the in-ring aspect and don’t let all of this get to you.
(Mia slowly nods. However, both her and Tyrone’s attention shoot toward the door as someone else has entered.)
David Gideon Smith: … hmph.
(Mia rolls her eyes.)
Mia Santoro: Oh, brother. What are you doing here? Can’t you see we’re occupied here!?
David Gideon Smith: Clearly, I came to speak to management. Why else would I be in the office?
(Mia narrows her eyes.)
Mia Santoro: Well, said management is occupied with one of his stars right now, so shoo! Go away! Come back in a minute—actually, ain’t you wrestling tonight? Worry about that first.
David Gideon Smith: Yes, I do have a match tonight… unlike you. :umad:
Mia Santoro: Excuse me!?
David Gideon Smith. Sorry, too much of a sore spot? I did overhear you when I was right by the door.
Mia Santor: Oh, so now you’re down being the weird, brooding fuck and got jokes? I’ll let you know David that—
???: Damn. I didn’t know it was a gathering of nutcases here.
(Cue in Kirk Redwood with Amanda Miller, better known as ‘Red’. She stands by his side, not wanting her presence to be as big as the others. Mia, who is already annoyed, shifts her gaze back and forth between the two.)
Mia Santoro: And what is this? Who invited you and this skank?
Kirk Redwood: Alright, you best relax yourself—
Amanda Miller: Hey, hey.
(Amanda has hold of Kirk’s wrist. Kirk isn’t all that happy about Mia calling her out of her name, but the gesture tells him he should relax… and he complies. Mia snorts, whereas David makes quiet note of the actions.)
Kirk Redwood: Whatever. Someone as lowly as you don’t deserve that sort of attention.
Mia Santoro: Me? Lowly? Now you know good and damn well you of all people don’t got no right saying that. At least I was a champion. Meanwhile, what try are we on with you? Hm?
Kirk Redwood: Yes, yes, I’ve only won the tag titles, how soul crushing. Good on you to have break out of your pit of mediocrity and got lucky for six whole months before it all came crumbling down for you. However, as far as I can recall, Mia? The two of us failed to accomplish what we wanted…
(He then side-eyes David.)
Kirk Redwood: And we can make that three. I suppose all of us are at fault when it comes to being a bit overzealous about things.)
(David narrows his eyes.)
David Gideon Smith: Overzealous?
Kirk Redwood: Yeah. What, you don’t understand English anymore, big guy?
David Gideon Smith: I understand it loud and clear. Just not feeling how it’s coming from the likes of you, and that’s putting it mildly.
Kirk Redwood: What? It isn’t like I’m lying. You thought you could cut down Gawd but ended up falling back down to Earth. Had him all figured out, or so you wanted to be the case.
David Gideon Smith: :francis:
Kirk Redwood: Oh? What’s wrong? Don’t have anything smart to say, huh?
(David takes a step forward, but before he can say anything—)
???: Oh my God, why are all of you annoying idiots in here!?
(Ahren Fournier comes in, shaking his head in disgust. Right by him is Effy McAvoy, who looks at David with a displeased look.)
Effy McAvoy: And there you are. You do realize our match is literally coming up next? Why are you here?
Mia Santoro: Ugh, thank you! I said the same thing! You know for a weird, creepy antisocial bitch, you actually do have a bit of sense.
Effy McAvoy: Oh, and if it isn’t the prissy brat herself. I guess you’re here sniveling because you’re bound to be irrelevant soon enough now that you’re no longer champion.
Ahren Fournier: Ha! Good one, my dearest Effy!
Kirk Redwood: This night truly does go from bad to worse. Aren’t you all tired of doing and saying the same things? In fact, how many times have our paths crossed this season?
David Gideon Smith: I can at least agree with you Kirk that it has been a bit exhausting. But you won’t have to worry, because I won’t be here much longer. I just want an opportunity at King of Elite—something that you three won’t be getting.
Mia Santoro: Really? And what makes you think that? You didn’t do all that well for yourself.
David Gideon Smith: Perhaps I haven’t, but at least I didn’t get bounced out in the first round of my tournament.
Tyrone Montgomery: Alright, alright! That is enough!
(Tyrone speaks more authoritvaely as he comes to a stand.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Look, the bickering and pot shots gotta stop. I get the sense all four of you want to have a huge match at the upcoming marquee show and redeem yourselves. And you know what? Who am I to deny you guys of that?
(Tyrone then pauses, thinking for a moment…)
Tyrone Montgomery: … We are without a clear-cut number one contender for the Interwire title, which won’t be defended since BRAE is in the finals of the King of Elite. Seeing as how you all are looking to mark a strong rebound for yourselves, I think the decision is clear. So, the four of you? You’ll get your moment—but you’ll have to earn it. I’ll set up a fatal four-way, and whoever wins that will face off against BRAE at Operation: Doomsday.
(Everyone’s eyes widen at that proposition. However, judging by their reactions, they all seem pleased.)
Tyrone Montgomery: So, what now? Will that be it?
(Effy and David look to each other.)
Effy McAvoy: I’m more than content with that.
David Gideon Smith: So am I.
(Kirk nods his head.)
Kirk Redwood: Absolutely.
(Mia smirks.)
Mia Santoro: Sounds about right with me.
Tyrone Montgomery: Good. Now, I bid you all a good night. Prepare for this match seriously, because I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to extend my generosity for too long.
(The four nod, then exchange looks with varying degree of tension. However, they all depart. The final shot shows Tyrone sitting down by his desk and letting out a sigh before the shot dissolves 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!
(‘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, ‘Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous can be heard throughout the speakers as Effy McCoy emerges from the back as the former New Breed Champion nods to herself in the wake of the main event to come.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, THE TEAM OF ‘THE SOVEREIGN’ DAVID GIDEON SMITH, AND ‘THE OMEN’ EFFY MCAVOY!
Stew-O: And here we have a team that will be placed together against quite the tall task ahead as they go up against a very well accoladed duo in Fire & Ice, although these two can bring together their talents to put up quite the battle against who they will be facing tonight as well.
Flannery McCoy: I certainly agree, David has been able to mount up incredibly impressive victories over former World Champions & Effy is a former champion in her own right, so this can amount to quite the team here for this match tonight!
(‘I2I’ by Magnolia Park can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly for the arrival of Rex McAllister & Raven Roberts. The two accomplished elitists would nod to each other with a smile as they hoist their titles high, before keeping their focus on the match to come as they walk down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: And introducing their opponents; THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE TEAM OF REX MCALLISTER & RAVEN ROBERTS, FIRE & ICE!!!
Stew-O: There’s no mistaking how focused these two are when it comes to their ambitions set before themselves as the Unified Tag Team Champions, and we can expect a very game Fire & Ice tonight as they take on two very competitive elitists here!
Jake Mercer: Of course, this has quite the differing perspectives going into the match as this is who they are stepping into the ring with. Effy & David have remained all the more capable in upholding themselves accordingly though, as this match will entail greater ahead…
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! The main event of Dynasty is now kicking off right here as Fire & Ice are able to take on the former New Breed Champion Effy McAvoy & David Smith! Rex & David have decided to begin this match, as the two men step forward briefly—David extending the hand, as McAllister, cautiously shakes his head while Gideon Smith grins rather sinisterly. Both men begin to pace around the ring as they’re looking to exemplify the effort that’s expected of two men who have differing motivations, as they now lock horns with a quick collar and elbow tie-up to ensure this match can kick off in proper fashion!
Flannery McCoy: And of course, both men are adamant as ever in their individual approaches as they’re now trying to push the other opponent forward, with ample time being made to see who will give way & surmount the necessary advantage for any control control to be made here.. which appears to be falling in the favor of Rex McAllister, who is soon backing David into the corner as the referee is now counting down while Rex doesn’t waste too much time in backing himself away! Both of their hands are raised as they allow this beginning to remain cordial, back to their pacing they go before looking to reach forward!
Jake Mercer: But Rex ducks David’ reach & as soon as David is turning himself around—THERE IT IS! Knife edge chop from Rex McAllister lands across the chest of David Smith as now David’ is wincing back slightly, but he’s willing to go toe-to-toe with McAllister as he now sends a CHOP OF HIS OWN ACROSS HIS CHEST AS WELL! Rex is certainly gonna enjoy this exchange as he winced slightly as well, but not before aiming for a SECOND CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST! David doesn’t slow himself down either as he’s able to send another chop toward Rex!!! Both elitists are exchanging chops for as long as they can here—‘BUT A SWIFT & HEATED STRIKE FROM REX STOPS DAVID!
Stew-O: David’ is now sent into the corner, as he’s very much unable to keep up while Rex has essentially become a savant for the striking game, with McAllister now making the rush toward David as he’s looking for the clothesline in the corner—BUT DAVID WITH A SWIFT BOOT! Rex is clutching onto his own jaw as David is now rushing forward & looking to put McAllister down as he manages to rebound from the ropes, AND TURNS RIGHT BACK AROUND WITH A ROLLING ELBOW!! David is now quickly crawling back over to McAllister as he hooks the leg with a swiftness!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH! Rex is able to kick out as now David is returning back up to his feet, and looking to drag his opponent back up as he’s trying to apply as much of this pressure as he can while he’s still got McAllister in for a world of hurt here! David is dragging McAllister into position & now looking to capitalize with the proper amount of offense here, as he’s seeking out this SUDDEN HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX TO PUT REX BACK DOWN—
Jake Mercer: BUT REX WITH A BACK ELBOW ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF David! David has no choice but to let go as he’s brought to a brief standstill, trying to keep up with McAllister & aim for a SWIFT LARIAT AS WELL—BUT REX EVADES THE LARIAT & TURNS THIS INTO A TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER THAT PUTS Smith DOWN! Rex quickly aims for the cover here as the referee counts as well!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO—
Stew-O: Nothing there for the win! David kicks out as this match certainly is not nearing an end in sight anytime soon! Rex is now dragging David over to his own corner as he’s seeking out the tag to his other half, as Raven Roberts is now entering the fray here!
(TAG!)
Flannery McCoy: With Raven now the legal competitor on the behalf of Fire & Ice, Roberts is bringing herself up to the very top of the turnbuckle while McAllister brings himself toward the corner to keep himself on the apron while David is slowly rising back up to his feet as well… INTO THE TOP ROPE MISSILE DROPKICK FROM RAVEN ROBERTS!!!! David is sent falling backward & rolling away as Raven was able to land with a sizable dropkick that made Gideon Smith go wide-eyed upon impact! David is trying to bring himself up, and he’s shaking his own head as Raven is rushing over!!!
Jake Mercer: AS SHE LANDS A BOOT ACROSS HIS JAW!! Now Raven’s able to apply pressure as she’s sending repeated kicks across the chest of David while he’s backed in the corner, with the referee trying to do whatever he can to halt the pressure with this count as Raven is now under the radar for a potential disqualification to transpire! Thankfully she does stop herself, having to back away while David is now eagerly staggering over to the corner to his left as Raven doesn’t take his eye off of David as well!!
(TAG!)
Stew-O: As Raven is now rushing forward and looking to maintain all of the pressure that herself & Rex have built up against David—ONLY FOR AN ENZIGURI FROM EFFY ON THE APRON CATCHES HER OFF GUARD! Raven is still standing on her own two feet as she’s been taken into quite the dazed stance with David now able to retaliate back with a BICYCLE KNEE TO SEND RAVEN DOWNWARD!! David now drops downward and rolls under the ropes to get himself onto the apron!!
Flannery McCoy: As Effy’s now bringing herself up & hopping over the top rope and onto the mat, rushing toward Raven while she’s down without leaving any room for error as SHE NAILS A CAVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP PRESS RIGHT INTO THE CHEST RAVEN ROBERTS!! Effy is able to hook the leg with a swiftness as the referee is counting the pin to follow up an impressive Effy who is legal in this match!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Kick out is in effect from Raven!!! Not enough to keep Roberts from maintaining as much of a clear head as possible with Effy now sitting himself up! She proceeds to drag Raven over and onto the ropes, able to place her over said ropes as she’s now leaning her knee directly over the upper back of Raven to keep the pressure applied as the referee is counting down! The referee is looking to keep the count going as disqualification can become an issue at hand if the former New Breed Champ’ is not careful! But Effy does back herself away, which is creating more than enough room for Raven to breathe!
Stew-O: But Effy is now looking to capitalize as she rushes the ropes & now aims back towards Raven as she’s incapacitated TO NAIL THE RUNNING DROPKICK—BUT RAVEN QUICKLY DUCKS AS Effy’S UNABLE TO CONNECT!!! She’s now eagerly bringing himself back up as he’s looking to stay light on his feet for the moment here—BUT A SWIFT JUDO THROW FROM RAVEN IS ENOUGH TO LEAVE HER DAZED JUST ENOUGH TO BE UNABLE TO REVERSE! Raven is able to reverse in a big way as she was given the time necessary to recover!
Flannery McCoy: And Raven’s able to clutch on her own neck for a brief moment ase she can’t help but cough, Effy kept her at bay for long enough as she’s now bringing herself back up, shaking her own head as he’s trying to remain conscious through the bout that’s still raging on as he’s back up into a proper stance—BUT NOT BEFORE RAVEN NAILS’ A CODEBREAKER TO PUT EFFY DOWN!!! Roberts drops Effy as she’s now laid out, with her opponent rushing over to make the cover as the referee counts!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: EFFY MCAVOY KICKS OUT!! Now Raven’s nodding to herself while sitting back up, and she’s not exactly keen on wasting much time here as she drags Effy toward her own corner, looking to keep her as far away from his corner as possible! Raven delivers repeated stomps downward onto the back of Effy’s head to keep him from making any rise again, as she’s looking toward McAllister to keep the pressure applied!
Stew-O: As Raven is now looking to seal the deal through this match as she takes hold of Effy’s wrist, and she’s dragging McAvoy back to her feet as Raven may be looking to end the match with ‘FACELIFT’—BUT EFFY IS ABLE TO DUCK UNDER THE SPINNING HEEL KICK & MOTION BEHIND RAVEN, AND CLUTCHES HER WRIST WHILE BEHIND HER!
Flannery McCoy: AS EFFY TURNS RAVEN RIGHT AROUND—INTO THE ‘CLIMAX’!!! RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE CATCHES RAVEN OFF GUARD IN A BIG WAY THERE!!! Roberts slumps down accordingly as Effy is now eager to rush herself right over & get this pin over Raven Roberts as quickly as she’s able to! The referee rushed himself over to the count!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! NOTHING THERE FOR EFFY AS THIS MATCH HAS TO CONTINUE! Now Effy is shaking her own head, seeing that Raven will not stay down for long as she is now looking to ensure that there is no room for her to get herself back into this for good! McAvoy is backing herself away, now nodding to herself while Roberts is steadily crawling, and this doesn’t look like it can end good for Raven either way, ‘cause Effy is now RUSHING FORWARD & LOOKING FOR THE ‘STORYBOOK ENDING’—
Stew-O: BUT RAVEN CATCHES EFFY OFF GUARD WITH THE CODEBREAKER!!! Effy is wide eyed as she’s forced to back herself away and into the ropes, trying to shake off the codebreaker that countered her rather effectively as Raven is able to motion back up to her feet, able to rush back toward McAvoy while she’s still struggling to find her way here—
Flannery McCoy: AS SHE CATCHES HER WITH ‘FACELIFT’ RIGHT THERE!!! THE SPINNING HEEL KICK ACROSS HER JAW!!! Roberts is now rushing herself to the cover for herself here, looking to bring the victory to Fire & Ice as Effy is laid out while the referee counts the pin away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! KICK OUT! Effy is remaining in this match as Raven is nodding now. She understands that there is much more needed to be done here in order to take the victory home & continue to set that pace as the Unified Tag Team Champions! Roberts finds her footing again, while Effy is trying to get herself back up, in this slight struggle as this will have to translate more than well for her in order to evade what’s about to come sprawling toward her right here… AS RAVEN IS LOOKING FOR ‘TALON’—
Stew-O: EFFY DUCKS & RAVEN LANDS FLAT ON HER BACK!!! Roberts with a palm along her lower back as she is trying to get herself motioning upward, shaking her own head here as Effy is also still a little shaky from the pressure she was dealt earlier! McAvoy is back up to her feet while Roberts is turning herself toward her, and they are both set to collide as these two elitists don’t want to hold back!
Flannery McCoy: AS THEY RUSH TOWARD ONE ANOTHER—AND THEY BOTH SEND SIMULTANEOUS BOOTS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER THAT STAGGERS THEM EACH TOWARD THEIR OPPOSITE CORNERS!
(TAG!)
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: AS BOTH REX & DAVID TAG BACK IN! They rush toward one another now, as McAllister sends a SWIFT CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST! David is shaking his own head vigorously as he retorts with a FOREARM ACROSS HIS JAW! Rex keeps himself steady as he is not holding back any further than he’s looking to dish out, as ANOTHER CHOP follows up from there! David refuses to hold back as there’s ANOTHER FOREARM FOLLOWING!
Stew-O: McAllister is refusing himself from relenting back, as he’s sending a CHOP! AND ANOTHER CHOP! AND ANOTHER CHOP! Rex is sending the chops across his chest with all of the pressure that he can give, as David is trying to keep himself standing—BY SENDING A KNEE ACROSS HIS ABDOMEN!
Flannery McCoy: And now McAllister is left scrambling, as David Gideon Smith will be looking to take advantage in a much bigger way as he wants to be able to put the Unified Tag Team Champion down without any questions left for doubt—AS HE’S LOOKING FOR THE SWIFT ‘ERGO SUM’—BUT REX DUCKS UNDER & HOISTS DAVID WITH THE OLYMPIC SLAM!!!! HE SLAMS GIDEON SMITH DOWN!!! Rex hooks the leg as the referee is now counting away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! David is able to kick out as Rex is now looking to return back to his feet, backing away and into the corner as he’s laying in wait for David to rise back up to his feet! Rex is seeing that David is now steadily rising, and he’s stirring on his feet as Rex is now rushing forward as he’s seeking out the ‘REX EFFECT’—
Stew-O: GIDEON SMITH WITH A SUDDEN EUROPEAN UPPERCUT THAT KNOCKS REX FOR A LOOP THERE!!! REX GOT CAUGHT!! Rex is stirring on his feet, unable to retort back with any counter against Smith as he is still on his feet, but Gideon Smith is rising back up and not refraining from rushing back toward Rex here IS HE RUSHES FORWARD!
Flannery McCoy: WITH ‘ERGO SUM’!!! RIGHT ALONG THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! MCALLISTER IS DROPPED! David rushes himself to the cover as the referee is counting away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: BUT REX KICKS OUT! David is shaking his own head as he’s rising upward, refusing to slow down as he’s looking to make sure that Rex will stay down for the next maneuver that he looks to engage with! McAllister is rising, and he’s looking to get this into gear as DAVID RUSHES TOWARD HIM WITH ‘THE BLACK BLADE’—
Stew-O: JUMPING KNEE CATCHES DAVID!!! David is wide-eyed as he staggers back & into the corner while McAllister also stumbles backward after such an immense counter there!
(TAG!)
Flannery McCoy: AS EFFY IS BACK IN THE RING, TAGGING IN AS SHE SENDS A SWIFT HIGH KICK ALONG THE JAW OF MCALLISTER!!!! Rex slumps downward & is left in trouble here! McAvoy has her opportunity! She sees that she can deliver & bring the win as Rex is down! SHE’S RUSHING FORWARD WITH ‘STORYBOOK ENDING’—
Jake Mercer: ‘TALON’!!!! EFFY GOT CAUGHT WITH THE KICK BY RAVEN ROBERTS WHO TAGGED HERSELF IN SUBTLY! McAvoy is down & out as Raven now rushes to hook the leg, as the referee slides to the count!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… REX MCALLISTER & RAVEN ROBERTS… FIRE & ICE!!!
Flannery McCoy: The subtle tag that kept Raven’s presence from making itself known was enough to secure the victory for Fire & Ice, which certainly gives them plenty of momentum as the Unified Tag Team Champions!
Stew-O: Surely there was no doubt that this would be quite competitive, and Effy & David provided quite the display against the champions in such an outing as well. Congratulations to Fire & Ice on another successful match together.
(‘I2I’ can be heard blaring through the speakers once more as Rex & Raven stand tall with their titles, their hands raised by the referee. Effy leans by the corner, clutching her jaw as his frustration can be shown with David by the apron in disappointment as well, kept suppressed in a muted expression as the scene fades.)
(A commercial plays for Taco Bell.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers to tremendous boos as Drake King, with a frustrated expression plastered across his face, sauntered out from behind the stage curtains and glared at the audience live in attendance. He then made his way down towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Heaven’s Gate, weighing in at 220 pounds… he is “GOD”, DRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Stew-O: Well, one thing is for sure, Drake King isn’t looking particularly happy as he enters here tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Can you blame him after losing out on the chance to compete in the main event of King of Elite?
Jake Mercer: And going up against an old rival of his in the form of Cy Henderson right afterwards! You heard him this week, he’s frustrated and he’s looking to take it out on Cy tonight!
(Clipse ft Tyler The Creator – P.O.V began blaring through the speakers to a huge mixed reaction as Cy Henderson made his way out onto the stage, narrowing his eyes down at Drake King as he does; with a solemn expression on his face, he marches down the ramp towards the squared circle.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from New York City, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds… he is THE FORCE OF NATURE, CYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! HEEEEEEEEEEEENDERSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Stew-O: In an entirely different situation, we have Cy Henderson who has found himself in the crosshairs of the EAW Chairman himself!
Flannery McCoy: Considering their history and how their last clash from 2025 went down, it’ll be interesting to see how Cy handles the looming threat of Methuselah Elevation all while wrestling a threat like Drake King!
Jake Mercer: Cy and Drake have had their own history together, as recently as this past Pain for Pride, and now we’ll see who gets to continue on with momentum as the new year continues!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Cy Henderson versus Drake King, legend versus legend, happening right here and right now!
Flannery McCoy: Drake is certainly one to hold grudges, and don’t think he hasn’t forgotten how the triple threat between himself, Cy, and Joso ended at Pain for Pride! He’ll be looking for retribution tonight as well as a way to recover his momentum after being defeated by BRAE for the chance to compete towards becoming the new King of Elite!
Jake Mercer: And Cy Henderson is going to be looking to send a message to Methuselah by defeating one of Methuselah’s fiercest and most ardent rivals!
Stew-O: Both wrestlers have something to prove as they make their way out of their respective corners and begin circling the ring! Drake King has a serious glare as the disdain for Cy Henderson is dripping from every pore, while Cy Henderson certainly has no love lost for his egomaniacal adversary!
Flannery McCoy: The two legends finally meet in the center of the ring as they lock up with a collar and elbow tie up, and immediately the two of them are struggling against the pressure that the other is exerting!
Jake Mercer: However, it looks like Cy Henderson – true to his name as EAW’s resident Force of Nature – seems to have the strength advantage as he immediately manages to start pushing Drake King backwards until the Messiah gets pushed up against the ropes!
Stew-O: The referee looks to step in to break things off, but Cy Henderson applies just as much speed as he does strength, not giving the referee a chance as he immediately executes an Irish whip, sending Drake King rushing past the referee before rebounding off the ropes on the other side of the squared circle!
Flannery McCoy: That rebound sends Drake King running back towards Cy Henderson, who intercepts the Messiah with one hell of a shoulder block, sending Drake King crashing down onto the canvas!
Jake Mercer: Drake King quickly scrambles up, demonstrating impressive resilience as he barely even touches the canvas before getting back to his feet… only to get met with a SECOND shoulder block by the Force of Nature! Drake once again scurries back to a standing position, but Cy Henderson looks to ramp things up as he’s standing right there, waiting to grab him the moment he makes it to his feet!
Stew-O: Cy Henderson hoists Drake King up onto his shoulders in a classic fireman’s carry hold, looking to lift him up even FURTHER in the air with a military press… but Drake King has this scouted out and manages to flail around enough to fall onto his feet right behind Cy Henderson!
Flannery McCoy: Given the extensive history these two have, you have to imagine that they know each other’s moves like the back of their hands! Drake King reaches around the torso of Cy Henderson to clasp onto his wrist, spinning him out with a ripcord before yanking him in for a RIPCORD LARIAT–
Jake Mercer: But Cy Henderson managed to scout that out as well, ducking underneath it and getting behind Drake King this time, latching on a rear waist lock in the process! Smooth movements by the Force of Nature as he quickly turns around with Drake in that rear waist lock before LAUNCHING Drake back behind him with a release German suplex!
Stew-O: But Drake King managed to land on his feet again, showing that for all of Cy’s immense strength, Drake King is as agile as a cat! Drake immediately turns around, with Cy still facing away from Drake, and launching himself forward to connect with the back of the Force of Nature with a tremendous dropkick!
Flannery McCoy: That dropkick sends Cy Henderson forward and crashing chest-first against the turnbuckles in the nearby corner! Cy doesn’t collapse, though, holding onto the top ropes to keep him on his feet despite feeling pain on BOTH sides of his torso after getting hit with a dropkick from behind and the turnbuckles from the front!
Jake Mercer: Maybe falling down would’ve been the better case scenario for Cy, because Drake doesn’t waste a single second in following up on this newfound momentum against the Force of Nature! The Messiah rushes forward and connects with the back of Cy’s head with a running jumping knee smash, even managing to force Cy’s head to collide with the top turnbuckle!
Stew-O: Look at the agility from Drake King! After connecting with that jumping knee to smash Cy’s head against the top turnbuckle, he used that trajectory to overtake Cy from behind and land on the top turnbuckle! Cy is thoroughly dazed after that, leading to Drake giving the Force of Nature a stiff boot to the head to cause him to finally fall back from the corner and land back-first on the canvas!
Flannery McCoy: Drake King has to maneuver himself to turn around atop his perch on the top turnbuckle, looking to face the fallen Force of Nature as he lays upon the canvas! Despite his frustrations, a maniacal grin appears on the face of the Messiah as he rises to his feet on the top ropes, looking to go high risk and high reward here!
Jake Mercer: I’d say that’s warranted given the threat that Cy Henderson poses any wrestler in the ring! Drake King LAUNCHES himself off the top ropes, getting some massive vertical before crashing down on Cy Henderson WITH A PERFECTLY EXECUTED FROG SPLASH–
Stew-O: PERFECTLY EXECUTED, BUT PERFECTLY REVERSED BY THE FORCE OF NATURE WHO GOT BOTH OF HIS KNEES UP AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT! All of that vertical turned into Drake’s own undoing as he rolls off of the Force of Nature, clutching at his ribs in immense pain after crashing down on the knees of his adversary!
Flannery McCoy: This wouldn’t be the first time Drake went into the air just for things to go sour, that’s how Pain for Pride went for him as well! Cy Henderson, after a brief pause likely due to how dazed he still is from the head trauma Drake inflicted on him, rolls towards his opponent and hooks the leg, looking to get the pinfall victory off of that well-timed reversal!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: But Drake King is still in the game, kicking out emphatically as he refuses to lose once again to the Force of Nature, even without the World Heavyweight Championship on the line! Cy Henderson doesn’t seem particularly surprised, with a sardonic grin on his face as he looks down at Drake!
Stew-O: A heavy closed-fist punch from Cy to Drake for good measure connects, before Cy grabs Drake with a fistful of his hair and drags him back up to a standing position! And another heavy strike from Cy, this time an elbow smash, for good measure! It looks like Cy is going with a more brute force approach at the moment as he shoves Drake carelessly into the corner before rushing forward and connecting with a big boot!
Flannery McCoy: Against the cornered Drake, not allowing the momentum of the big boot to go anywhere but into the Messiah! Drake is looking utterly dazed right now as the Force of Nature yanks him out of the corner, tucking his head underneath his arm with a front facelock before throwing the arm over his head!
Jake Mercer: Uh oh, and now Cy is reaching down to grab Drake’s leg! I think he’s going for a devastating exploder suplex here… but Drake is struggling against it, doing everything he can to resist and sandbag the Force of Nature! Cy is exerting pressure to try to force Drake into it, but ultimately Drake is able to connect with a knee smash to the ribs of Cy Henderson with the same leg that Cy was trying to grab for the exploder!
Stew-O: And an enziguiri from Drake lands right on target, causing Cy to stumble back and fall against the ropes, creating some distance between the two! Cy was standing tall at the start, almost as though he couldn’t be taken down, but now the burden of this match is starting to weigh on the former World Heavyweight Champion, and that gives Drake an opportunity to intercept and regain the momentum in this match!
Flannery McCoy: Drake staggers back to a standing position, clearly dealing with the damage of this match himself, but does his best to quickly make his way over to the Force of Nature before Cy has a moment to recuperate! Not offering his opponent even a moment of respite, Drake quickly clasps onto Cy’s wrist and sends him running across the ring with an Irish whip!
Jake Mercer: The Messiah rushes forward and leaps into the air, intercepting Cy with a slingblade that drops the Force of Nature down to the canvas! But Drake isn’t done quite yet, grabbing a hold of Cy’s arm yet again and forcing him back up to a standing position! But this time, Drake lifts him back up from behind!
Stew-O: It looks like he’s going for it again! He ripcords Cy out, and this time he manages to connect with that ripcord lariat, FLATTENING the former World Heavyweight Champion and bringing him back down to the canvas… but Drake did NOT let go of that arm!
Flannery McCoy: He’s using it to pull Cy back up one more time, once again from behind… but now he’s throwing that arm over his head in a half nelson hold! IS HE GOING FOR– HE IS! HE LIFTS CY UP INTO THE AIR AND DROPS HIM WITH THE CROWN OF THORNS, THAT HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER! IT CONNECTS!
Jake Mercer: THIS MIGHT BE IT! DRAKE HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE COVER OFF OF THAT, LOOKING TO SCORE A BIG WIN HERE TONIGHT! THE REFEREE SLIDES IN TO COUNT IT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: BUT CY HENDERSON STILL MANAGED TO KICK OUT! DRAKE IS SLAPPING THE CANVAS IN FRUSTRATION, YELLING AT THE REFEREE TO STOP TRYING TO SABOTAGE HIM WITH A SLOW COUNT!
Flannery McCoy: But the referee’s decision is final, and he’s saying it wasn’t a three count! Drake pushes the hair off of his face in frustration before glaring daggers at Cy, who is arching his back in pain even after that kick out! Drake has murderous intentions as he staggers back to a standing position and taking a few steps back, measuring up the Force of Nature for what may be the end!
Jake Mercer: HE RUSHES TO CY AS THE FORCE OF NATURE TRIES TO CRAWL AWAY, AND HE GOES TO END IT! JUDGEMENT DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Stew-O: BUT NO, CY HENDERSON MANAGED TO HAVE IT SCOUTED AND ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MOMENT! DRAKE’S BOOT LANDS BUT NO HEAD GOT SMASHED UNDERNEATH… NOT ONLY THAT, BUT CY SUDDENLY GRABS THAT ANKLE AND SWEEPS THE LEG OF THE MESSIAH, CAUSING HIM TO CRASH DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS! AND A THUNDEROUS HAMMERFIST TO THE FOREHEAD OF DRAKE KING STUNS HIM!
Flannery McCoy: AND NOW CY, SUMMONING ALL THE ADRENALINE HE HAS IN HIS BODY, ROLLS THROUGH THE FALLEN BODY OF DRAKE KING TO END UP WITH DRAKE ON HIS SHOULDERS… THIS TIME ON AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER RACK INSTEAD OF A FIREMAN’S CARRY HOLD! WE KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!
Jake Mercer: CY IS LOOKING TO END DRAKE WITH THE RISING TIDE! HE HAS TO POWER HIMSELF BACK UP TO HIS FEET… AND HE DOES! HE’S GOT DRAKE DEAD TO RIGHTS HERE, AND… OH! LOOK WHO IT IS! IT’S TIME TO ARISE AND ALSO AWAKEN!
Stew-O: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! METHUSELAH RUSHES DOWN THE RAMP, CLEARLY LOOKING TO GET INVOLVED! CY HENDERSON SPOTS HIM FROM THE CORNER OF HIS EYES, GETTING DISTRACTED… AND DRAKE KING MANAGES TO SLIP OFF THE BACKBREAKER RACK!
Flannery McCoy: METHUSELAH IS ABOUT TO ENTER THE RING AND– WHAT THE HELL?!
Jake Mercer: IS THAT HOLLY ARROW?! SHE JUST JUMPED THE BARRICADE AND INTERCEPTED METHUSELAH WITH A DROPKICK FROM THE SIDE! METHUSELAH DIDN’T SEE IT COMING AS HE GETS DROPKICKED DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
Stew-O: THE SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF HOLLY ARROW DISTRACTED DRAKE AS HE LOOKED TO CAPITALIZE ON METHUSELAH’S DISTRACTION! HE LOOKS TO TURN BACK AROUND TO FACE CY… BUT THE FORMER WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION SUDDENLY ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!! DOES HE HAVE IT?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(Clipse ft Tyler The Creator – P.O.V began blaring through the speakers once again to another massive mixed reaction as Cy Henderson quickly rolls away from Drake after managing to get the rollup victory. Drake looks left and right, barely getting a chance to realize what happened before utter rage takes over and consumes him. He looks down incredulously at Holly Arrow as Cy Henderson rises to his feet from behind, getting his arm raised by the referee.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE FORCE OF NATURE, CYYYYYYY! HEEEEEENDERSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Stew-O: Well, that was quite a competitive match, but ultimately it ended in controversy after controversy!
Flannery McCoy: Methuselah looked to make the interference to cost Cy Henderson the match right when he was about to end it with the Rising Tide, but it looked like Holly Arrow had other plans, intercepting him before he could even get in the ring!
Jake Mercer: And the appearance of Holly Arrow ultimately ended up costing Drake whatever chance Methuselah’s distraction created for the Messiah’s victory! Methuselah is blinking as he staggers back up, before glaring at both Cy Henderson and Holly Arrow as he realizes his plan failed! What is going to come of this?!
(The video feed lingers on the tense scene with everyone glaring daggers at each other before the feed fades to black.)
(After the match, the camera shot transitions backstage. Michael Belfort is seen standing alongside KASAI.)
Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in. We are just two weeks away from King of Elite and the finals by now have been set for both tournaments. As it pertains to the Empress of Elite tournament, KASAI is one of the finalists and she will be taking on Brianna Hill of Showdown to determine who will be crowned this year’s Empress. So, KASAI, all the congratulations in the world to you for making this far.
KASAI: Thank you, Michael. I appreciate it. However, I cannot be content with where I stand. As much as the tournament has rejuvenated me and my goals, I know that the job is not done yet. I am no fool; I know how people see me in this promotion, and while I would like to think that getting this far ahead is an indicator of how serious I am about winning, the fact of the matter is that such a fact won’t be solidified until I win it all. That is the ultimate goal here. I’ll indulge in the congraulations once I am able to achieve that.
Michael Belfort: You definitely sound focused. However, one of your matches during the tournament did drum up a bit of controversy as you defeated Miku Sakai—but the referee did not see that she had her hand on the rope in time. That caused her to take out her frustrations while you progressed, and ultimately, secured your spot in the finals. What is your response to that overall conversation point?
KASAI: What? Are people saying that I got lucky, that I got on by because of some sort of technicality?
Michael Belfort: I, well, in a way—
KASAI: Come on, Michael. Quit the stuttering. You are an interviewer and reporter, no?
Michael Belfort: …yes, I am. And it does appear that some fans aren’t entirely convinced you can get the job done in the end.
KASAI: Hm. Seems so.
(She shrugs.)
KASAI: Admittedly, I do wish the outcome of that match would’ve been more decisive. It would’ve saved us the headache of us having to endure Miku’s screeches and her complaining her way into a title match at King of Elite—one that she is ill-equipped to win, anyhow. Yet, I suppose that also goes to highlight the folly of our dear Universal Women’s Champion, Tahira Jackson, better known as Milli Banks, who continues to not learn anything from her mistakes despite claiming how much this season has changed her. However, I no longer care for convincing these people what I am capable of. Regardless of anything, I AM in the finals. That isn’t going to change. I am just focused on that and nothing else. I wish to become Empress, to finally stand as a woman rightful of carrying my family’s name and legacy. Winning this tournament will bring me closer to that, and when it’s all said and done? I will become the next Universal Women’s Champion.
Michael Belfort: You are certainly headstrong in that commitment. Should you win, do you have an inkling of an idea on when you would want to call your shot?
(An amused smirk plays at KASAI’s lips.)
KASAI: Come on, Michael. I’m not going to spoil the surprise. But once again, I shall come to that decision once the crown has been placed upon my head. I do not wish to get overzealous.
Michael Belfort: Fair enough. Finally, what are your thoughts on your future opponent, Brianna Hill?
KASAI: Brianna? I see that she has used the hurt she felt from the betrayal as fuel, and that is good for her. For once, she can finally stand on her own without needing to rely on anyone to help prop her up. In a way, I also feel a bit sympathetic. She thought she had a belonging with Silas World, a group whose name gave her some sort of status, even if it wasn’t for any endearing reasons. Yet, that got taken away from her. People thought that would be the end, that she’d shrivel and weaken… but that did not happen. She continued to fight, and she has reached the same point as me. I will give her her props on that.
KASAI: …However, that is where all praises end. As much as it may be heartwarming for her to quickly turn over a new leaf by claiming the crown for herself, I have simply worked too hard and suffered for too long to let this all be wasted. At the very least, I hope she carries onward with this motivation after King of Elite, and who knows? Perhaps we shall face again in the future for the Universal Women’s Championship. But, I’m not focused on anyone else but myself. The Matriach shall succeed, and she shall forge a legacy that she can be proud of.
(She closes her eyes.)
KASAI: That’s all I want at the end of the day, Michael.
Michael Belfort: Some powerful words. Thank you for speaking with me KASAI.
KASAI: Of course. Now, I shall take my leave. The main event does hold some interest to me, and I rather not miss it…
(With that, KASAI departs calmly, and the scene transitions elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: AND IT IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!
(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep began blaring through the speakers to a raucous ovation as Michael Machina, with the World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist, stomps out onto the center of the stage. With an intense look on his face, he gives a guttural roar before he storms towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE NEW LEGEND, MICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEL! MAAAAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Stew-O: What an absolutely STACKED main event we have here tonight, folks!
Flannery McCoy: It’s a battle of the world champions, and not only that, both of them are two time world champions and record-setters looking to establish dominance right here in the Dynasty brand!
Jake Mercer: Michael Machina has been dealing with a very persistent Limmy Monaghan resulting in a world championship match being set for King of Elite! You have to imagine that a victory over Milli Banks tonight will make a tremendous statement that will undoubtedly reach the ears of the Ace, my goat, Limommy Mona_han himself!
Flannery McCoy: Oh brother…
(‘You are stronger’ by lyn inaizumi began blaring through the speakers to another massive applause as Milli Banks, with a focused expression and a slight smile on her face, strutted out onto the stage with the Universal Women’s Championship draped over her shoulder. She raised it up into the air before making her way towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 142 pounds… she is THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION… THE SUPERNOVA, MILLIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!
Stew-O: Machina may have his issues with Limmy and the desire to make a statement with a victory over a fellow world champion, but let’s not forget that Milli Banks is in the same boat!
Flannery McCoy: She’s got the ferocious Miku Sakai practically frothing at the mouth for the chance to become a world champion!
Jake Mercer: And we know that Miku is not one to give up! Milli is looking to accomplish the same goal and send a message to Miku ahead of King of Elite that she is THE premier champion and not one to be trifled with! Who is going to come out with the win?!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! The Supernova versus the New Legend in a battle of the world champions!
Flannery McCoy: It doesn’t get any bigger than this, and despite the respect these two hold for each other, the two Brooklyn natives are not going to be looking to walk out of this crucial match with a loss!
Jake Mercer: In this case, it’s going to be speed versus strength! Both of these wrestlers have wrestling acumen in spades, but in a match like this, they’ll have to play to their advantages to be able to come out on top!
Stew-O: Both wrestlers exit their respective corners before they begin circling the ring with an urgent pace! Michael Machina is taking more of an aggressive approach, looking to cut Milli Banks off and force her to confront him head on!
Flannery McCoy: Confronting Machina head on wouldn’t be the wisest move for someone like Milli, and she’s smart enough to know that! She’s playing the cat and mouse game here, evading Machina’s attempts to get to her and looking for the right opportunity and the right opening to strike!
Jake Mercer: Machina looks to knock her out with a big boot, but Milli is able to side-step it and even counter with a kick of her own! And WOW, what a precision strike that was! Milli setting things up here as she managed to connect with a boot right to the side of Machina’s outstretched knee as he attempted that big boot!
Stew-O: That speed is coming into play because she didn’t even let Machina’s leg fall back to the canvas before she lurched forward, grabbing it and twisting Machina down to the canvas with a dragon screw leg whip! Milli is making her intentions known here with some classic limb targeting, showing her ring IQ as she looks to weaken Machina’s mobility!
Flannery McCoy: Milli already has the speed advantage here, so damaging the legs of Machina on top of that will further that gap between them! Machina has been brought down to the canvas with the expert technique of the Universal Women’s Champion, Milli Banks, who wastes no time in following that maneuver up!
Jake Mercer: She’s not even giving Machina the chance to get up as she keeps the pressure going, executing a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Machina to force him to roll over onto his midsection in a prone position! What does she have planned here?!
Stew-O: She’s looking to keep that strategy up, grabbing onto the right arm of Machina and now looking to wrench it back as far as she can with a fujiwara armbar! She knows she’ll have to weaken Machina in every respect, and by targeting both his dominant arm and leg, she’ll effectively cripple him for the match!
Flannery McCoy: Machina is no slouch, though, he sees what Milli is trying to do and he’s already fighting against it! With his left arm, he’s pushing up against the canvas in an attempt to destabilize Milli’s position on his back! Milli is doing her best to keep herself steady, but doing that would just weaken her hold on the arm of Machina!
Jake Mercer: And… the World Heavyweight Champion is able to do it, pushing himself off the canvas enough to cause Milli to fall off and release his right arm! Machina quickly snatches his arm back, clutching it with his left as he scrambles to a standing position while Milli does the same! Milli starts to turn around when–
Stew-O: BIG SHOULDER TACKLE BY MICHAEL MACHINA! Milli is sent down to the canvas! Machina immediately looks to stomp down on her, but she manages to roll away! You can see Machina wince as he executed that stomp; he’ll have to remember that his right leg has already taken some damage!
Flannery McCoy: Milli keeps rolling, getting towards the apron, but Machina manages to rush forward and give her a heavy low-angled kick to cause her to fly out of the ring from underneath the bottom rope! Milli lands hard down at the ringside floor, and Machina looks to keep up the pace as he steps out onto the apron himself, looking to continue the onslaught!
Jake Mercer: Before Machina gets the chance to get off the apron, though, Milli kips back up to her feet and rushes to intercept, grabbing the legs of Machina and yanking him off the apron, causing him to slam the back of his head against the edge of the apron on his way down! OUCH! That’s the hardest part of the ring, and you’ve got to imagine that Machina is feeling dazed after a landing like that!
Stew-O: Milli Banks leaps right over Michael Machina to get up onto the apron, and now she measures up the World Heavyweight Champion, looking to capitalize on this moment of opportunity as Machina starts to stir and stagger back up to his feet… but Milli was already on the prowl, ready to leap into action!
Flannery McCoy: And you mean LITERALLY leap, because Milli Banks jumps off the apron just to land on the shoulders of Machina! In one smooth motion, she twists her body around in order to LAUNCH Machina with a diving hurricanrana, sending him shoulder-first into the steel steps!
Jake Mercer: And what an impact that turned out to be, with the weight of Machina causing the steel steps to get knocked out of their place! Milli Banks gets a small, confident smirk on her face as she scrambles back up to her feet, taking aim at Machina – who is seated against the steel steps with his right shoulder clutched in pain – before she rushes towards him!
Stew-O: SHE’S LOOKING TO DOUBLE DOWN ON THE DAMAGE AS SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF INTO THE AIR, FIRING OFF A DROPKICK TOWARDS THE HEAD OF MICHAEL MACHINA AS IT’S LEANING AGAINST THE STEPS–
Flannery McCoy: BUT MACHINA GETS OUT OF DODGE, CAUSING MILLI TO DROPKICK NOTHING BUT STEEL! That may have caused the Universal Women’s Champion to tweak her leg a bit as she clutches at her right ankle, but Machina can’t afford to wait for her to recover!
Jake Mercer: He drags her off the ringside floor before throwing her VIOLENTLY right into the edge of the apron, getting some retribution for that agonizing blow to the back of the head! On the rebound of Milli landing against the apron, Machina catches her and hoists her up onto his shoulders!
Stew-O: He aims away from the apron before PLANTING her with a massive thud onto the ringside floor with a TREMENDOUS powerslam! He looks to follow up immediately after, but suddenly grabs his right arm! After that fujiwara armbar and getting himself thrown shoulder-first against the steel steps, it looks like Milli’s strategy is starting to work on him!
Flannery McCoy: His arm has taken damage and it’s starting to affect his ability to continue the damage against Milli Banks! The longer this match lasts, the more Milli will be able to implement that strategy and elevate her chances of victory! Machina seems to understand that, because he starts dragging her back to a standing position and rolling her back inside the ring! Won’t be able to get the win out there at ringside!
Jake Mercer: Machina slides into the ring right after, grabbing at his right leg in pain after he does, before staggering back up to his feet! He reaches down and grabs a hold of Milli’s arm, forcefully dragging her back up to a standing position alongside him, before hoisting up the Supernova onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry hold!
Stew-O: It’s not JUST a fireman’s carry hold, though, because with her head grasped with his left arm and her legs grasped with his right arm, he starts to press her over his head with a gorilla press! We know the type of danger ANY wrestler is in when they’re up that high, but that peril is enhanced tenfold when it’s MACHINA hoisting you up there!
Flannery McCoy: HE GOES FOR HEAT’S DESCENT, HIS SIGNATURE GORILLA PRESS SLAM… BUT MILLI BANKS WITH A SUDDEN COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE! SHE WRIGGLED HER LEGS OUT OF MACHINA’S GRIP AND APPLIED ARM SCISSORS FROM UP THERE, USING THEM TO TWIST MACHINA’S RIGHT ARM AND GET HERSELF OUT OF THE GORILLA PRESS!
Jake Mercer: NOT ONLY THAT, BUT IT CAUSED MACHINA TO FALL FORWARD! HE FACEPLANTS, AND MILLI WITH THOSE ARM SCISSORS MANAGED TO LAND RIGHT ON MACHINA’S BACK WITH HIS RIGHT ARM BACK IN HER GRASP! THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR IS APPLIED YET AGAIN, AND SHE’S BRIDGING BACK EVEN FURTHER THIS TIME!
Stew-O: That was a MARVELOUS display of professional wrestling technique right there, with Milli showing Machina that his power isn’t a cheat code that he can use to bulldoze through every opponent! Machina tries again to press himself off the canvas with his left arm, but Milli has it scouted this time, quickly lifting herself off of Machina’s back just to slam herself right back onto his back to break the attempted pushup!
Flannery McCoy: Machina may be in trouble now as the Universal Women’s Champion begins arching her back to increase the power of her leverage over him… BUT MILLI’S EXPERT REVERSAL DIDN’T ACCOUNT FOR MACHINA’S DISTANCE TO THE ROPES! HIS LEGS ARE CLOSE ENOUGH WHERE HE’S ABLE TO WRIGGLE HIS WAY BACK AND GET HIS BOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Jake Mercer: The referee orders Milli to release the hold and she complies immediately, getting off of Machina after he managed to escape that fujiwara armbar with the ropebreak! Milli doesn’t seem to mind the ropebreak, her goal is getting furthered the more she manages to successfully target the dominant arm of Michael Machina!
Stew-O: If it gets to the point where Machina fires off that Bullet from Hell, it may cause enough damage to his shoulder to prevent him from making the immediate pin attempt! Machina’s grasping at his arm leans against the ropes for leverage to get back to his feet; Milli staggers back up as well, and she continues the onslaught as she rushes towards Machina, looking to connect with a SPINNING BACK ELBOW–
Flannery McCoy: BUT MACHINA MANAGED TO GET OUT OF THE WAY, LEAVING MILLI TO MISS THE ELBOW AND REBOUND OFF THE ROPES–
Jake Mercer: AND SHE JUST REBOUNDED RIGHT INTO A MONEY SHOT OUT OF NOWHERE! MACHINA’S SIGNATURE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL LANDED RIGHT ON TARGET… WITH HIS LEFT ARM! SMART MOVE BY MACHINA, BUT IS HE ABLE TO PUT ENOUGH FORCE BEHIND IT WITH HIS NON-DOMINANT ARM TO FINISH THE JOB?! HE COVERS HER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: BUT MILLI MANAGED TO KICK OUT! MACHINA GRIMACES AS HE CLUTCHES AT THAT RIGHT SHOULDER AGAIN… BUT THAT DETERMINED EXPRESSION AND GRITTED TEETH SHOW HE’S NOT WILLING TO GIVE IT UP JUST BECAUSE OF THE PAIN! HE STAGGERS BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND WALKS AWAY FROM MILLI BEFORE CROUCHING DOWN AND MEASURING HER UP!
Flannery McCoy: MILLI IS IN GRAVE DANGER HERE AS MACHINA WAITS FOR HER TO GET BACK TO HER FEET… BEFORE EXPLODING OUT FROM THE CORNER AND– OH! HE CONNECTS WITH IT! BULLET FROM HELL! BULLET FROM HELL!
Jake Mercer: AND IT WAS WITH HIS RIGHT SHOULDER… I THINK MACHINA WANTED TO DO IT AS NORMAL TO MAKE SURE IT LANDED AS HARD AS IT NEEDED TO IN ORDER TO GET THE WIN, BUT I THINK HE UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH THAT IMPACT WOULD HURT HIM! HE IMMEDIATELY CLUTCHES HIS RIGHT SHOULDER IN IMMENSE PAIN… TAKING A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE CRAWLING TOWARDS MILLI TO GET THE PIN–
Stew-O: BUT THOSE FEW MOMENTS WERE ALL THAT WAS NEEDED FOR MILLI TO BE ABLE TO ROLL AWAY, CREATING SOME DISTANCE AND PREVENTING A PIN FROM EVEN BEING ATTEMPTED!
Flannery McCoy: Now both of these world champions are down and in bad condition, with Milli just getting torn in half by that Bullet from Hell and the damage to Machina’s limbs causing every step and every move to hurt Machina! These two have implemented their own approaches to this match and I’d say it’s anyone’s game right now!
Jake Mercer: Machina rolls towards the ropes, trying to find some leverage to help him get back to his feet– BUT WHAT’S THIS?! OMG OMG OMG IT’S LIMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Stew-O: LIMMY SUDDENLY LEAPS THE BARRICADE AND GRABS MACHINA BY THE WRISTS AS THEY GOT CLOSER TO THE ROPES BEFORE YANKING HIM OUT OF THE RING! NOW THE ACE IS AMBUSHING THE NEW LEGEND!
Flannery McCoy: AND LOOK ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING! MIKU SAKAI LOOKS TO DO THE SAME AS LIMMY AS SHE RUSHES THE RING AND BEGINS STOMPING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF MILLI! THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR IT!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!
Stew-O: The fans are booing here tonight as Limmy and Miku decide to prematurely end tonight’s main event with their ambush!
Flannery McCoy: I hate to say it, but with all the eyes that were on this match, a statement has surely been made! Limmy is ruthlessly stomping Machina out at ringside while Miku has mounted Milli and began executing her signature move, scratching at the face of the Universal Women’s Champion!
Jake Mercer: The two challengers for Dynasty’s world championships stand tall at the expense of their battle-worn enemies! Could this be what we end up seeing at King of Elite, with two NEW world champions, one of them being the ACE?!?!
(The video feed lingers as the crowd continues to boo the pair of Limmy and Miku, with the challengers standing tall over the champions and Miku taking the opportunity to talk trash, before the feed fades to black.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
