(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a recap of last year’s iconic happenings, a live shot of the arena is shown off. It’s a sold out show and the fans are excited for the first Dynasty of the new year! Pyro goes off, and then, the shot transtions over to commentary.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, happy 2026! Welcome to Friday Night Dynasty! It is a new year, but the action does not slow down! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!
Jake Mercer: 🥳🥳🥳 WOO-HOO! IT’S A NEW YEAR, AND WE ARE HALFWAY THROUGH SEASON 19! Time flies by–especially with us having the Empress and King of Elite tournaments!
Flannery McCoy: So much excitement to be had this next few weeks as we will all watch closely to see who will be our new Empress and King! Last year, it was Bea Valentine and Drake Armstrong, and both of them made us of their wins as Bea would win the Universal Women’s Championship and Drake just defeated Adam Lucas at Festival of Lights to become the NEW EAW World Champion!
Stew-O: Those accolades can do a lot of Elitists. But speaking of accolades—let’s get the show on the road as we welcome someone who made a strong comeback in 2025!
(Friday Night Dynasty then transitions over from the broadcasting area as there’s a prolonged moment of silence. But it’s not very long before the sounds of ‘P.O.V’ by Clipse ft. Tyler, The Creator begins to blare through the speakers. This elicits a loud reaction from the crowd, and the camera goes over to the stage where, for the first time in over three months, Cy Henderson makes his way out to a Friday Night Dynasty ring. He takes a moment to look around, a serious expression on his face, before then focusing on the ring, as he makes his march down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!!!!! ‘THE FORCE OF NATURE’… CY HENDERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: For Cy Henderson, it is a new year, ending a milestone 2025 with a declaration of intent on returning to the very first Dynasty of 2026, and lo and behold, here he is. Voted World Heavyweight Champion of the Year and Comeback of the Year, he made it known that what happened last year wasn’t just lightning in a bottle; it’s a constant, and not only that, it is a must that he returns to the very top of the Friday Night Dynasty food chain.
Flannery McCoy: He was very adamant about going after his title again, and it’s not impossible. Michael Machina has certainly been waiting for the moment when he could face Cy Henderson again in a long-awaited rematch, and Cy certainly has the door wide open for any place that he so chooses, but right now, he makes his way down to the ring, and he’s certainly going to explain in detail what’s next for him heading into 2026.
Jake Mercer: TUPAC BACK! TUPAC BACK! CY HENDERSON IS BACK, AND HE’S COMING FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Oh my God, I just got goosebumps, I just got chills. My body has never been more ready.
(Cy makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over, taking a microphone from ringside while ‘P.O.V’ then begins to come to a close. As he heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a brief moment, before then raising his microphone as he begins to speak.)
Cy Henderson: There is a specific weight that comes with being the standard bearer of a brand like this. For the better part of a year, I didn’t just carry the Friday Night Dynasty banner; I was the very foundation it was built upon. When I won the World Heavyweight Championship, I wore it not as a prop, not as a shiny accessory to validate an ego that was already solidified a decade ago, but with the pride of a man who forced this company to respect him. They may not like my methods, they may not like the tone of my voice, or the uncomfortable truths I force them to swallow every time I step through those ropes. But when you look at the history books, when you look at the undeniable facts of what occurred between these ropes… What you see is dominance. You see a man who took the so-called “unbeatable” Joso and did what many considered impossible. I left a mark on that Championship that is still untouched, and I solidified myself as one of the greatest Elitists to ever breathe this rarefied air.
(Cy begins to pace around slowly, while scanning around at the crowd as he continues.)
Cy Henderson: But even legends bleed. Even the Force of Nature can be stalled. I lost to Michael Machina, and I know what the whispers were the moment my shoulders stayed down for the three count. I know what the narrative became the second I vanished from your television screens for three moments… You thought I was done. You thought the silence was an admission of defeat. You looked at my hiatus and assumed it was the old dog licking his wounds, realizing the game had finally passed him by, preparing to ride off into the sunset with whatever dignity he had left. Well, I hate to break it to you, but that was never the case.
(Cy chuckles to himself as he says that, taking a brief pause before going on.)
Cy Henderson: I didn’t leave because I was broken. I didn’t leave because I gave up. I left because I knew that when I returned to Friday Night Dynasty, there could be no distractions. I knew that there was only one singular focus that would matter, one object of desire that dictates my every move: The World Heavyweight Championship. That is a title that I put back on the map. That is a title that I made the most important prize in this industry. And most importantly, that is a title that I was not ready to let go of just yet.
(Cy eyes the entrance ramp before turning back toward the crowd, continuing.)
Cy Henderson: So I walk into 2026, and what do I see? The landscape looks frightfully similar to how I left it. Michael Machina is still sitting on the throne, keeping my seat warm. And beneath him? Chaos. Desperation. Everyone in the back is squabbling like children, tripping over themselves, trying to scratch and claw their way into the King of Elite tournament because they think winning that is the only way to bypass the line. They think they need a miracle to get a shot at the gold. But let it be known now that I am not looking for a miracle, and I am certainly not going to scramble in the dirt with the rest of them.
(Cy shakes his head, before going on.)
Cy Henderson: I have the entire rest of the season to bide my time. That is the difference between Cy Henderson and the rest of the roster. They rush. They sprint toward the finish line because they are terrified the window of opportunity is closing. That is their Achilles heel. Impatience is the disease of the mediocre. But me? I don’t need to rush to get my World Heavyweight Championship back because I know it’s coming home; it is an inevitability. All Michael Machina has to do, all any of you have to do, is wait and see when I decide to strike. Because make no mistake about it, you are all running on my time.
(Cy taps his wrist, before looking at the hard camera once more.)
Cy Henderson: So, let’s begin the proceedings, shall we? I am looking for a dance partner. I am looking for an opponent to face at King of Elite to mark my return match. I’m not going to hunt you down. I’m not going to kick down doors begging for a fight. I am certain that when the right one decides they have a death wish, they will find me. Because I’m certainly not going to be looking for them. But I suggest you think long and hard before you step forward. Keep your eyes open for the remainder of this season. Because the storm didn’t dissipate… It just got quiet. And we all know what happens right after the silence breaks.
(Cy drops his microphone down to the ground as ‘P.O.V’ begins to play up once more. The crowd reacts loudly as he takes a moment to look around, a stern expression on his face, before then turning around and making his way out of the ring. As he heads up the ramp, he stares directly at the stage, with that being the very last shot seen as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for King of Elite.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘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: Introducing first, making her debut, weighing in at 120 pounds, from Laredo, Texas, she is “THE PRODIGY”, JAAAMMMIIEEEE! VVVALLLDDDEEEZZZZZ!!!
(‘Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous! hits the speakers and Effy McAvoy hops over the barricade, with a look of contempt in her eyes. She circles around the ring like a shark, while Ahren Fournier makes his way down and whispers her some advice before she enters the ring.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, accompanied by Ahren Fournier, weighing in at 125 pounds, Watch Hill, Rhode Island, she is “THE OMEN”, EFFFYYY! MCCAVVOOOYYYYY!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Quite the debut for Jamie Valdez as she goes up against Effy McAvoy, who had a fantastic first year last season. It would do a great deal for Jamie if she’s able to defeat a former New Breed Champion—or at the very least, have a strong showing against her.
Jake Mercer: Jamie comes in for a collar & elbow tie-up, but Effy ducks underneath and immediately sends an elbow to the center of the back! Valdez staggers to the ropes and McAvoy follows up with a knee to the body. She throws a forearm to the jaw and grabs the wrist of Valdez, sending her across the ring for an irish whip, but it’s reversed! Effy comes off the ropes and Jamie leaps into a dropkick to the knee! McAvoy goes flying overhead, holding at that knee in pain!
Flannery McCoy: Effy sits up and Jamie hits off the ropes for a spinal tap, but Effy spins to her feet and blocks it just in time. She steps on the toe of Valdez, and then clobbers her with a forearm! Jamie bounces off the ropes, looking to capitalize—
Stew-O: But instead, Effy scoops her up and slams her down with a body slam in the center of the ring! Valdez is aching out in pain, and Effy quickly comes off the ropes with a LEAPING SENTON! COULD’VE CRUSHED HER RIBS RIGHT THERE! Effy floats over and hooks the legs for a cover!
ONE–
Jake Mercer: Kick out from Valdez! Effy stalks her up and hooks the waist. She slowly tries to lift her up, but Jamie sends an elbow to the side of the head! She throws another, and spins behind, hooking Effy’s waist and hoisting her up for a german suplex!
Stew-O: McAvoy rolls away, holding the back of her head. Jamie rolls her over, looking for the cover, but Effy rolls underneath the bottom rope and spills to the floor. She kneels, shaking her head. Jamie rises to her feet and quickly runs off the ropes, looking for a baseball slide, but Effy yanks her out and throws her into the barricade!
Flannery McCoy: Valdez bounces backwards and Effy wraps her arm around the neck of Valdez, falling backwards into a russian legsweep against the apron! Jamie hits the floor hard and she clutches her head in agony. Effy pulls her up and throws her into the ring, slidin in after.
Jake Mercer: Effy drops down, hooking the leg of Valdez for the pinfall. The referee down to the count, and Jamie might already be out of it.
ONE!
TWO–
Stew-O: But Jamie gets her shoulder up! Effy grabs the head and applies a tight headlock. She works her down, and Jamie tries her hardest to get up, but Effy is clearly wearing her out. Jamie rolls to her fours, trying to rise, but Effy now applies a backpack sleeper! Jamie writhes around, reaching for the ropes—
Flannery McCoy: Valdez runs backwards, ramming Effy into the turnbuckles! Effy’s still got her legs wrapped firmly around her waist, and so Jamie turns around and rams her backwards into the turnbuckles again! She releases her, and Effy hits the ropes, looking to follow up!
Jake Mercer: VALDEZ WITH A SUPERKICK BEFORE SHE CAN FOLLOW UP! Effy staggers forward, and Valdez rushes behind her, grabbing the shoulders and leaping up–drilling her into the canvas with a nasty backstabber!
Stew-O: Effy completely bounces off the knees of Valdez, toppling flat on her face, and I can’t imagine either side of her body is feeling very good right now! Jamie scrambles to the cover, looking for what could be a monumental upset…
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: Only for McAvoy to kick out again! It’s gonna take a lot more than that, and Jamie slaps the mat out of frustration. She pulls Effy up and starts throwing kicks to the calf, and then to the chest. Effy is stunned on her feet, and Jamie looks to the ropes, springboarding up…!!!
Stew-O: But before she can fly into that back elbow, McAvoy catches her out of the air and spikes her on the top of her head with a RIDICULOUS GERMAN SUPLEX! JAMIE IS OUT OF IT! Effy rolls over, slapping the canvas repeatedly! She’s beginning to fire up! Valdez doesn’t have the slightest clue of where she’s at right now!
Jake Mercer: She slowly rises and here comes Effy, charging with a step-up knee in the corner! She pulls Jamie out in a front facelock and scoops her up, spinning into a vertical suplex in the center of the ring. Effy sits up immediately after and these fans are beginning to make noise because McAvoy has truly taken over this match!
Flannery McCoy: Jamie rolls underneath the bottom rope, but Effy isn’t done. She walks over and reaaches over, grabbing her by the hair—but JAMIE WITH A HOT SHOT OVER THE TOP ROPE! Effy staggers backwards, holding at her throat. She coughs out in agony, and Valdez takes the ropes and springboards up!
Stew-O: She soars through the skies ,sending McAvoy flying with a HURRICANRANA! Jamie quickly rises up to her feet and calls Effy up! She leaps to the ropes, flipping into ‘DESTINY CUTTER!” SHE CAUGHT EFFY OFF GUARD! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FEAT OF ATHLETICISM! JAMIE ROLLS EFFY OVER AND HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: BUT EFFY GETS HER SHOULDER UP IN TIME! Effy looks at the referee in disbelief! She slaps the mat, getting in the referee’s face. Jamie’s a rookie here to EAW but she better hold her composure before it costs her the match!
Flannery McCoy: She turns around and starts stomping out McAvoy, who is completely defenseless right now! Jamie is losing it, and perhaps that’s a good thing for her! You need this kind of aggression to get far, but she still needs to remain focused—and that’s a skill in itself.
Stew-O: Effy rolls away, holding at her body in agony. Jamie calls her up and hits the ropes, looking to follow up, but Effy pulls the top rope down in the nick of time! Jamie falls to the floor and Effy rises, hitting off the ropes! SUICIDE DIVE WIPES JAMIE OUT, BUT BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN ON THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Massive opening for McAvoy, who drags Jamie up and throws her into the ring. She climbs up the apron and ascends the top rope, waiting for her to rise to her feet… Valdez has no clue of where she’s at right now!
Flannery McCoy: McAvoy keeps the momentum going with a massive MISSILE DROPKICK! Jamie gets blasted across the ring, and Effy crawls to the pinfall!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: KICK OUT FROM JAMIE! But Effy isn’t done just yet! She grabs her by the hair, slowly pulling her up to her feet alongside her! She wraps her arms around her waist and spins into a belly to belly suplex in the center of the ring! Valdez is planted, but Effy wants more!
Jake Mecer: She slowly rises up, nodding her head profusely, whilst Valdez is laid flat in the center of the ring. Effy looks around and she staggers backwards into the ropes, calling Jamie up to her feet! Valdez slowly rolls over, holding at her back. She grimaces, looking around–
Flannery McCoy: AND HERE COMES EFFY! She swings behind, grabbing the wrist! She spins her out in a ripcord, ‘THE CLIMAX!’ KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS, AND VALDEZ GOES DOWN! MCAVOY COLLAPSES ON TOP OF HER, HOOKING THE LEGS FOR TEH COVER!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR—
Stew-O: JAMIE BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP IN TIME! But that was a close one! Effy got her good and she looks to continue and capitalize! McAvoy rolls over, shaking her head. Part of her felt like that should’ve ended there, but Jamie hasn’t given up on herself just yet.
Jake Mercer: Effy is up, and she grabs Jamie up to her feet. She looks around, ready to wrap this one up… but Valdez crumbles down to her fours! What the hell?! I think she might’ve put a little too much in that knee strike!
Flannery McCoy: Wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. She reaches down to pull Jamie back up… THUMB TO THE EYE! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! JAMIE BAITED EFFY IN SO SHE COULD TARGET THE EYE!
Stew-O: She did it so quick the referee didn’t catch it! Jamie pops to her feet and she grabs Effy by the hair, slamming her down face-first into her knee! McAvoy’s head snaps her back up to standing position, and Jamie responds with a step-up enzuigiri!
Jake Mercer: That puts Jamie in fantastic position to follow and keep going! She quickly hits off the ropes, and she tilt a whirls around over Effy! SHE CALLS THIS ONE THE ‘TILT A WHIRL PRODIGY DESTROYER…!!!’
Flannery McCoy: BUT AT THE LAST SECOND, EFFY SLAMS JAMIE DOWN WITH A VICIOUS ALABAMA SLAM! THE BACK OF JAMIE’S HEAD JUST BOUNCED OFF THE CANVAS! Effy falls backwards into the ropes, and this one has changed completely! But Effy is still checking her eye!
Stew-O: McAvoy cannot see, but she just averted disaster right there! She approaches Jamie, trying to get her back up, but Jamie with an UP KICK to the side of the head! Effy falls backwards and onto her face! Jamie rolls over, scrambling back up to her feet!
Jake Mercer: Both of these women are tussling for control, this has been one hell of a match to witness! She turns around, and HERE COMES EFFY! She charges forward, tackling Valdez into the turnbuckles! Jamie stumbles out and Effy quickly runs off the ropes, seeing her opening!
Flannery McCoy: ‘PROTECT YA—’ NO! Jamie catches the arm and spins Effy out! Superkick right to the jaw! Effy falls to a kneeling position and Jamie hunches over to a catch a breath. She turns around and hits the ropes—
Stew-O: WAIT! EFFY GRABS THE WAISTBAND AND PULLS JAMIE BACKWARDS TOWARD HER! ‘PROTECT YA NECK!!!’ THE CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! VALDEZ JUST CRUMBLES DOWN ONTO HER FACE! GOOD GOD!
Jake Mercer: She rolls her over and hooks the legs for the cover! That’s gotta be it!
OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, EFFY MCAVOY!
(Effy rolls off of Jamie, grimacing in pain. The boos begin to pour in as Effy leaves tonight the winner, and the referee holds his hand out to help her up. She pushes it aside at first, but when she rises to her feet—then she offers it to the bewildered official. He takes her hand and raises it up high in the air, while Valdez is still lost and confused.)
Flannery McCoy: Jamie Valdez tried her absolute best in her debut match tonight, but Effy walked in with something to prove and you could see it with the pace that she performed in at the end of the match.
Stew-O: No matter what Jamie did, Effy always had an answer. That’s what comes with the territory of entering EAW, but you see the talent disparity become real apparent when you first get here.
Jake Mercer: That said, if she applies herself, maybe she can look towards something great, but all that’s on my mind is what’s next for Effy McAvoy in 2026.
(Backstage, the camera shot transitions over into a lockerroom, where familiar voices can be heard.)
Raven Roberts: You look ready to go.
(Raven looks over to Rex McAllister, who is seen warming up. He bounces lightly on his feet, stretching his arms out from side to side. He nods and exhales, rolling his shoulders.)
Rex McAllister: As ready as I’ll ever be. Got to get the new year off to a right start.
Raven Roberts: Of course. We ended the year off strong together—even if there were a few hiccups along the way.
(Raven smiles, but it doesn’t necessarily reach her eyes. Rex sees this and tilts his head to the side, picking up on the subtle shift.)
Rex McAllister: What’s on your mind?
Raven Roberts: Hm?
(She blinks.)
Raven Roberts: What do you mean?
Rex McAllister: I mean, that look. You’re clearly thinking about something. Don’t even bother try and saying you aren’t either because we know each other too well at this point in our lives. :troll:
Raven Roberts: :mjlol: Okay, Detective Rex, you caught me red handed.
(They chuckle, but Raven’s tapers off.)
Raven Roberts: It’s just… I guess I may have gotten a bit too carried away toward the end of the year. I had my own selfish ambitions, even pushed you to try and see if you can earn something yourself, and while it has been incredible for us as a tag team, we haven’t really been able to leave behind a true mark individually. I can’t help but feel like I’m at fault. I wasted my time, and yours, and—
Rex McAllister: You? At fault?
(Rex frowns and immediately protests with a head shake.)
Rex McAllister: No, it isn’t. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, so please, don’t say that. Come on. We’ve been in this sport long enough; sometimes, things don’t go our way, and that’s just how it goes.
(He takes a step closer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.)
Rex McAllister: After all, look how long it took us before we got to be tag champions again. Yet, even with the awkward stumbles, that didn’t stop us from getting to this point. Right?
Raven Roberts: Yeah, right. Still, I can’t help but feel bad.
Rex McAllister: And it is easy to feel that way, but look—we’re still champions heading into the new year. I get to be in this tournament. Things may not have worked out for us at Road to Redemption, but I’m not going to let another opportunity like this go to waste.
(He gives a reassuring smile.)
Rex McAllister: I’m going to do everything in my power to win, and we’re going to be at the top. As always.
(Raven can’t help but smile at that.)
Raven Roberts: Alright, champ. As always.
(Rex grins, and takes Raven by the hand. They then leave the lockerroom as the scene fades over to the ringside area where the next match is scheduled to take place.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: AND IT IS A ROUND ONE MATCH FOR THE EMPRESS OF ELITE TOURNAMENT!
(Lowlife Princess by BIBI began blaring through the speakers to loud boos as Miku Sakai irreverently stomped out to the center of the stage with an angry expression plastered across her face; with little theatrics, she began storming towards the ring, returning the boos and jeers of the fans with profanity and jeers of her own.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Fukui, Japan, weighing in at 110 pounds… she is THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE, MIKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! SAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!
Stew-O: Another high-stakes match for the first Dynasty of 2026 as we’re going to be seeing a round one match for the Empress of Elite tournament!
Flannery McCoy: Last year, we had Bea Valentine as the winner, and in this match we’ve got a former finalist in the Empress of Elite tournament in the form of Miku Sakai, who is looking to change that fate this time around!
Jake Mercer: We don’t usually see Miku here, she’s repping the gold brand on Dynasty and after reaching the final two of her brand’s Extreme Elimination Chamber, she’s looking to follow through and get crowned at King of Elite this time around!
(“DEATH OF A MAGICAL GIRL” by sm3rki began blaring through the speakers to loud boos as the Matriarch, KASAI, slowly sauntered out from behind the stage curtains with an ominous aura emanating from her. With slow and deliberate movements, she made her way towards the squared circle, basking in her own presence.)
Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Amani, Kagoshima, Japan, weighing in at 145 pounds… she is THE MATRIARCH, KAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Stew-O: And here we’ve got another former participant of the Empress of Elite tournament, as well as another recent participant in the Extreme Elimination Chamber!
Flannery McCoy: With KASAI falling short of becoming the Empress of Elite, against the woman who went on to become the Empress of Elite as well as a Universal Women’s Champion, KASAI is looking to rectify that history–
Jake Mercer: Well, not EXACTLY, Flannery; straight from KASAI’s mouth, this isn’t the same Mikami who died by her own account… this is the MATRIARCH of the Urai Family, and she’s made it clear that she is taking no prisoners in her march to secure the family legacy in EAW!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! KASAI vs Sakai, two wrestlers that aren’t exactly well-liked by the EAW Universe as we could surmise from the respective reactions they received from the crowd live in attendance here tonight!
Flannery McCoy: One thing’s for sure, though, and that is that these two definitely didn’t bond over the hatred from the crowd; especially now that we’ve seen the awakening of the Matriarch of the Urai family, these two wrestlers are diametrically opposed!
Jake Mercer: Miku Sakai is raring to go, immediately lurching out of her corner and looking to circle the ring with an aggressive stride, but the Matriarch glowers at her as she slowly saunters out of her own corner with an elegant and composed stride; you’re right, diametrically opposed they definitely are!
Stew-O: They’ve begun circling the ring, but Miku is looking to push this into action a lot faster as she goes to close the gap here! With all of her frustrations over the first half of her season thus far, you can’t really blame her for this hyper aggressive approach, but will it be able to pay off?
Flannery McCoy: On the other hand, we haven’t seen what the Matriarch is capable of in this current form, so there’s no telling whether it’ll even be enough for a competitor like Miku Sakai who managed to last as long as she did in a match as daunting as the Extreme Elimination Chamber, nearly defeating the former world champion Adam Lucas before that damn syringe came into play!
Jake Mercer: The gap is closed and Miku Sakai kicks things off as she leaps up into the air, turning around as she does, in order to catch the head of KASAI on her way down and flip her forward with a jumping snapmare to get the Matriarch down to a seated position!
Stew-O: Miku goes to launch a heavy side kick right to the side of the Matriarch’s head, but KASAI suddenly arches herself backwards onto the canvas to dodge the attack with a smooth movement!
Flannery McCoy: She reaches back and grabs a hold of Miku’s ankle just as the kick flies overhead, and she uses that ankle to sweep the legs of Miku Sakai and bring her crashing down onto the canvas, bringing this match down to the ground game where a grappler like KASAI – at least from what we’ve seen before the shock – excels at!
Jake Mercer: Like a serpent, the Matriarch slithers up to where Miku Sakai landed with a harsh thud, and immediately pounces on her with frightening ferocity as she forces her into a prone position before grabbing the right wrist of her opponent and wrenching it back into a grounded hammer lock!
Stew-O: And from that compromised position, Miku Sakai finds the back of her head getting bashed with a flurry of strikes courtesy of the Matriarch, who is using her advantageous leveraged position to deal as much damage as she can to her opponent, aiming to secure her place in the second round of the Empress of Elite tournament!
Flannery McCoy: But Miku Sakai is a hard woman to keep down as any of her opponents will tell you, and she’s doing everything she can to wriggle her way out of this position even with the Matriarch trying to keep her pressed down!
Jake Mercer: Miku Sakai is able to break free and cause the Matriarch to fall flat on her face as she does so, but Miku herself is reeling from the head trauma ruthlessly inflicted on her by KASAI; both of these elitists are ready, willing, and able to tear each other apart for that coveted Empress of Elite crown!
Stew-O: And with all of the determination Miku Sakai has, you know she’s not going to let the Matriarch dominate her! She’s able to scramble up to her feet as the Matriarch begins to stir, and Miku makes a quick calculation in her mind before rushing towards the ropes!
Flannery McCoy: The Matriarch rises at the same time, and it looks like that is exactly what Miku was counting on as Miku launches herself into the air mid-run and crashes into KASAI with a devastating running knee maneuver that topples KASAi right back down to the canvas!
Jake Mercer: Miku isn’t looking to give the Matriarch even a hint of respite, though, because she immediately drags her up and executes an Irish whip to send KASAI running right into the nearest corner, with her back getting pressed up against the turnbuckles! Not a good position to be in, especially with someone as rabid as Miku hot on your tail!
Stew-O: Right you are, because the moment KASAI’s back hit that turnbuckle, Miku Sakai immediately sprinted right towards her and launched herself into the air yet again, connecting with a running dropkick to the cornered opponent that causes her to slump down to a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle!
Flannery McCoy: Miku Sakai is looking to take no prisoners this time around in the Empress of Elite tournament; getting to the finals may have been impressive, but it stings in Miku’s mind more than anything that she wasn’t the one that got crowned, and she’s not looking to let history repeat itself this time!
Jake Mercer: Miku Sakai notices the position that the Matriarch is in and gets an evil smirk on her face as she steps over to the opposite corner of where KASAI is, gesturing towards her before taking aim and…
Stew-O: She rushes over to the Matriarch and launches herself at her, LOOKING TO GO FOR HER SIGNATURE MUSTACHE RIDE, THAT IRREVERENT BRONCO BUSTER THAT’S LOOKING TO THROW JUST AS MUCH DISRESPECT AT THE MATRIARCH AS IT LOOKS TO THROW A WORLD OF PAIN!
Flannery McCoy: BUT THE MATRIARCH ISN’T HAVING IT, SHE MANAGED TO ROLL OUT OF HARM’S WAY AT THE NICK OF TIME! BAD NEWS FOR MIKU, WHO JUST LAUNCHED HERSELF IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY RIGHT AT THAT BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE, GIVING IT THE MUSTACHE RIDE AND GIVING HERSELF ALL THE PAIN SHE WISHED UPON THE MATRIARCH!
Jake Mercer: Miku Sakai groans as she rolls away from the corner and curls up in pain, understandably so after such a devastating reversal by the Matriarch pretty much cutting all of Miku’s momentum right out from under her! KASAI has a confident smirk on her face upon seeing Miku’s condition, knowing that the tides have turned in her favor!
Stew-O: And sticking with that very same corner, the Matriarch seems to have decided that it’s time to go high risk and high reward with Miku already reeling from the impact of that reversal! KASAI starts scaling the corner and managing to get up to the top turnbuckle, perched up top as she glowers down at Miku Sakai with malevolent intent apparent in her eyes!
Flannery McCoy: THE MATRIARCH TAKES TO THE SKIES, AND SHE COMES CRASHING DOWN ONTO MIKU SAKAI WITH A TOP ROPE DIVING LEG DROP! THE ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT OF THE MATRIARCH LANDS ON MIKU SAKAI, AND SHE IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HOOK THE LEG, LOOKING TO FINISH MIKU OFF WITH THAT CLIMACTIC DISPLAY!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: BUT MIKU SAKAI IS STILL IN THIS SOMEHOW! SHE KICKED OUT EMPHATICALLY BEFORE THE THREE COUNT! The Matriarch looks angered by this, almost indignant that Miku Sakai had the audacity to kick out!
Stew-O: It’s like you said, if there’s one thing that can be said without a shadow of a doubt about Miku Sakai, it’s that this woman does NOT give up! The Matriarch slowly rises up as she glares down at her adversary, and she drags her up alongside her with a fistful of Miku’s hair! She’s dragging the enemy of the people up to her feet roughly, not looking to give her any mercy at all!
Flannery McCoy: OH, a kick right to the midsection causes Miku Sakai to double over in pain! And the Matriarch immediately follows it up with a knee lift, causing Miku to snap right back up to attention! I think the Matriarch gets some kind of sadistic pleasure out of contorting her enemies by her whims, from all we know about this new identity, she’s a total power hungry control freak!
Jake Mercer: But whatever you have to say about that, what you can’t deny is that she is IN control of Miku right now, picking her apart bit by bit! She kneels down and hoists Miku Sakai up with a fireman’s carry hold, and given that we know very little about how the Matriarch operates, I’m not even sure what she’s going for with that hold!
Stew-O: She’s not immediately acting, going closer to the ropes and… OH GOD! She just dropped Miku Sakai throat-first right onto the top rope from that fireman’s carry hold, and that just leaves Miku coughing and sputtering as she staggers back, clutching at her throat in pain! The referee is rightfully chastising the Matriarch for that use of the ropes, but it doesn’t seem like KASAi cares much about what the referee thinks so long as she doesn’t get disqualified!
Flannery McCoy: You heard it straight from the lady herself, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to bring glory to the Urai family, even if it means being viewed unfavorably by the EAW Universe and anyone else in her way! She casually walks past Miku before reaching back and dropping her right to the canvas with a neckbreaker, before staggering up and dropping the knee right on the chest of Miku Sakai!
Jake Mercer: She holds it there for another pin attempt!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: But ANOTHER kickout by the defiant Miku Sakai, who kicks out hard enough to cause KASAI to faceplant on the canvas! As she rises up, you can see that rage boiling over on the face of the Matriarch as she fights through her own pain to stagger up and bring Miku up alongside her!
Flannery McCoy: She hoists Miku up… but this time with an argentine backbreaker rack instead of a fireman’s carry! SHE’S GOING FOR HER SIGNATURE MANEUVER, THE DEMISE OF THE CROWN, THAT ARGENTINE RACK INTO A SPINOUT POWERBOMB– BUT LOOK AT THAT!
Jake Mercer: CAT SCRATCH FEVER! MIKU IS CLAWING THE HELL OUT OF THE EYES OF THE MATRIARCH, CAUSING HER TO DROP MIKU RIGHT BACK ONTO HER FEET! THE MATRIARCH IS CLUTCHING AT HER FACE IN PAIN, AND MIKU IS MORE THAN HAPPY TO CAPITALIZE ON THAT!
Stew-O: Miku quickly leaps onto the middle rope, springboarding off of it right towards the Matriarch before dropping her HARD with a tornado DDT! That drops KASAI right down to the canvas with a supine position, and Miku doesn’t even HESITATE to roll her way out onto the apron! I think I know what she may be going for here, if she’s that intent on getting out there!
Flannery McCoy: Miku grabs the top rope and springboards herself up into the air, FLIPPING mid air in an impressive display of acrobatic prowess before landing right on KASAi with a slingshot somersault senton! She stays right on top of her as she looks to get the pinfall off of that!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: This time, it’s the Matriarch’s turn to kick out, and that INFURIATES Miku who begins violently slapping the canvas in frustration! So close to stamping her way to round two, but KASAI refused to stay down!
Stew-O: Miku has that look in her eyes as she signals for the end! She grabs a fistful of the Matriarch’s hair to drag her up to a standing position and readies herself, before turning around…
Flannery McCoy: REACHES BACK TO GET THAT THREE QUARTERS FACE LOCK CINCHED IN! SHE’S GOING FOR THE BACKFLIP, LOOKING TO EXECUTE HER FINISHING MANEUVER, THE DEATH NOTE! GOING FOR THAT ASAI DDT–
Jake Mercer: BUT NO, THE MATRIARCH SHOVED HER FORWARD AND OUT OF THE HOLD BEFORE SHE COULD COMPLETE THE ROTATION! MIKU STEADIES HERSELF AFTER LANDING ON HER FEET, LOOKING TO TURN AROUND TO FINISH THE JOB BUT–
Stew-O: MATRICIDE OUT OF NOWHERE! MATRICIDE OUT OF NOWHERE! THAT PERFECTLY EXECUTED SKULL KICK CONNECTS RIGHT ON TARGET AND MIKU SAKAI DROPS LIKE A BAG OF POTATOES! THE MATRIARCH HOOKS THE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“DEATH OF A MAGICAL GIRL” by sm3rki began blaring through the speakers once again to even louder boos as the Matriarch has an arrogant smirk on her face, even with her teeth gritting through the pain. The referee tries to help her up, but the Matriarch refuses the help and staggers to her feet before hoisting her own arms in triumphant victory.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE MATRIARCH, KAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Stew-O: What a showing by BOTH of these elitists tonight in this round one match!
Flannery McCoy: Credit where credit is due, Miku brought one HELL of a fight as she looked to win the Empress of Elite tournament!
Jake Mercer: But tonight, KASAI showed that the Matriarch is a force to be reckoned with, expertly carving through Miku’s offense and coming out with the victory for the first time with that moniker! She moves on to round two, and the rest of the participants better watch out!
(The video feed lingers on her haughty celebration before fading elsewhere.)
(Transitioning backstage after the match, Michael Belfort is seen with a microphone in hand.)
Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been an incredible night so far, especially when it comes to a new year full of action, and the Empress of Elite tournament promises to be one for the ages. KASAI moves on ahead to the semi-finals. Speaking of the women, though—it is only appropriate and go ahead and talk about my guest for the evening. Road to Redemption saw her tackle the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and she was able to find gold, bringing a satisfying conclusion to her path toward reclamation. I am talking about none other than the Universe, and the newly-crowned EAW Universal Women’s Champion: Milli Banks.
(Fans cheer loudly as Milli walks into frame, having the title she is more than familiar with on her shoulder. Dressed in a matching navy blue blazer and skirt set with her hair pressed out, Banks gives a subtle smile and nod toward Michael.)
Milli Banks: Hey, Michael.
Michael Belfort: Hello, Milli. It certainly had been a whirlwind 2025 for you. You made history, but you also went through heartache, and to top it all off, you had that horrific injury. You came back as a woman unsure of where you would be able to fit in, but it seemed like even with everything that happened, you weren’t slowing down for a second. All of that culminated in capturing the UWC for a record-tying second time, only adding to your growing legacy. So, how does it feel to be back on top?
(Milli nods again, letting the words soak in. She lets out a light sigh, as though everything was worth it.)
Milli Banks: Well, simply put: it feels incredible. Everyone knows I was in at a pretty low point mentally and physically. I had my doubts, my worries, my concerns, as would anyone if they were in my situation. It’s hard to not let that sort of stuff creep in. 2025 was a year that both blessed and cursed me. It’s honestly crazy to think about how many twists and turns I had to go through, because one month, I was on top of the world, broke Ms. Extreme’s record, and then the very next month… I lost, just like that. Then, there was the whole Silas World thing, and as we got closer and closer to Pain for Pride… I don’t know, it was like the mental toll of everything broke me down and I couldn’t be bothered to put my best foot forward. Couple that with my injury, and, you know, I wasn’t happy at all.
(She slowly shakes her head, fingers curling tightly around the centerplate.)
Milli Banks: … it was a lot. I’ve failed before, fell short of my goals and whatnot, but man—I don’t think I have ever had such intense whiplash like that before. I really haven’t. So, it was jarring and like a gut punch in every way possible. Even now, it’s still hard for me to think about, because I was in a dark, dark place. But, like I told people when I came back, I’m not a quitter. I’m not gonna hide in my shame or get so caught up in all of that negative energy. I knew I wasn’t going to come back as the same woman as I was, and really, I didn’t even think that I was capable of becoming a champion ever again.
Michael Belfort: Really?
Milli Banks: Yeah. I mean, I had to try and learn quickly how I could even wrestle when my leg was hurt the way it was. I had to accept the fact that I couldn’t do the same things that I did in the ring, and it killed me. My blood was in the water, and some of the people here thought that I was stupid for coming back, or saw me as some kind of opportunity they could take advantage off…
(Milli glances down at the title.)
Milli Banks: … but, with every possible factor working against me? I found myself, and I can stand here and be proud of the fact that while many things may be different now, I am still the same Milli Banks that will never, ever die.
Michael Belfort: And that’s wonderful to see and hear. Many people were rooting for you and are glad you’re back to form. So, with that—what comes next with this title reign? You did a lot with it the first time around, especially for your first-ever world championship.
(Milli really ponders on that.)
Milli Banks: Damn. You know, when I first won the Specialists Championship, I wanted to be part of an incredible legacy and help elevate a division that I believed could be at its very best. My first reign with the UWC, I wanted to prove people that I could very well become a legend in my own right. But now?
(A bit of silence falls on her.)
Milli Banks: I… I’m not too sure, to be honest with you. I don’t have any concrete goals. No real missions, I guess.
(Michael looks a bit surprised from that honest answer, especially when Milli gives a quick shrug and laugh.)
Milli Banks: I mean, this whole road to this title was honestly never even about gold. It was about me finding myself. And I eventually thought winning this title would solve everything, but it hasn’t. At least, not yet. Like you said, I did everything I possibly could do the first time around. How much better can I truly get here?
(She shifts, and brings the title into both of her hands, looking down at it. She stares into the gold, seeing her face in the reflection.)
Milli Banks: I know. It’s stupid. It’s not to say that I don’t care about this, not at all, but… I didn’t have any bullet points for this moment. I have no real lofty goals for now. So, I guess it’s about me pushing myself and seeing how far this new aspect of me can go until the wheels fall off. Then, maybe I’ll gain more clarity and figure out exactly what I wanna do with this title.
Michael Belfort: And that’s absolutely fair. As for the UWC, of course, the Empress of Elite is happening. You did lose to Bea Valentine last year who won this very same tournament last year prior to beating you for the title, so are you perhaps a bit antsy now that you’re back in almost the exact same position?
Milli Banks: You know, Michael, a lot of Elitists would look you dead in the face and tell you no, but honestly? Yeah. Hell, I don’t think antsy is stressing it enough.
(She laughs.)
Milli Banks: I definitely am on my toes because that means whoever wins will be coming right after me. My only saving grace is that this isn’t the Iconic Cup! Yet, even without the element of surprise, I did get knocked off my high horse all the same, so this year, I really have to stay on top of my game and make sure I don’t get caught slipping aga—
(But as she speaks, Milli goes down and crashes hard onto the ground!)
Michael Belfort: Oh my god!
(And Milli is immediately pounced upon as the attacker swings, punching her relentlessly!)
Stew-O: I—WAIT A MINUTE! THAT’S MIKU SAKAI! MIKU SAKAI CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND JUMPED MILLI FROM BEHIND! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?
Flannery McCoy: Oh, come on! So she lost her match and is now looking for some desperate hail Mary?? This is such a disgrace!
Jake Mercer: A disgrace? Flannery, did you forget where we work at!? Sometimes when one opportunity closes, you gotta open up another one, and it seems like, aside from letting out some frustration, Miku is doing just that!
Stew-O: But surely there are better ways, as Miku grabs Milli and TOSSES HER INTO THE WALL! :damn:
Flannery McCoy: :lupe: !! This has gone on long enough! Where are the guards!??
(Miku yells out and grabs Milli again, but this time, security are able to rush in and pry her apart. It is an aggressive and violent display, with Miku almost fighting back against the guards.)
Jake Mercer: Damn! The champion’s camera time got caught short, but like said—you gotta be ready for anything, and unfortunately, Milli gets caught lacking again!
(Milli is on the floor, wincing in complete pain. Miku, however, yells out at her as she’s being dragged away.)
Miku Sakai: I want a match with you, bitch! I want my shot! Fuck this stupid tournament and fuck that dumb bitch KASAI! I’m coming for you and that title!
(Miku is quickly escorted away. Meanwhile, medical personnel come and check on Banks, who continues to lay down clutching her back.)
Stew-O: Certainly an intense scene! Miku wants a match with Milli it seems, but will she get it!?
(From there, Friday Night Dynasty fades to commercials.)
(A commercial plays for Marty Supreme, featuring Jake Smith.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show Stephie Love standing inside the ring with a microphone in hand as she begins to speak.)
Stephie Love: The following is a first-round match in the King of Elite tournament, scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
(‘Void Meridian’ by Messa begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the camera goes over to the stage to show Adam Hale Valentine as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area and toward the stage. He has a determined expression on his face as he looks toward the ring, taking a deep breath before making his march down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Boston, Massachusetts… weighing in at 192 pounds… ‘ALL HALE’… ADAM HALE VALENTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: I could only imagine what Adam Hale Valentine is feeling right now. In his debut match, he’s participating in the King of Elite tournament against one of the most decorated Elitists that this company has ever seen. I’m not entirely sure this is what he signed up for.
Flannery McCoy: But we know that he’s welcome to the challenge. He hasn’t backed down from this whatsoever, and he’s ready to go. Yes, this is a big, big match, but imagine the big, big win that could come out of this if he somehow did the impossible. That’s something grand that he could take with him for the rest of his career. Let’s see what he’s made of.
Jake Mercer: I think this guy’s got potential! Someone who doesn’t have a lot of experience outside of EAW, but has the skills and abilities to back it up, and if I were Drake King, I’d treat this like any other match, because otherwise you’re certainly going to be shocked!
(When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd boos loudly, with the camera going over to the stage to show Drake King as he’s seen making his way out. He has a displeased look on his face as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to compose himself, before then beginning to make his way to the ring.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent… from Heaven’s Gate… weighing in at 220 pounds… he is ‘GOD’… DRAKE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: As for Drake King, it was a sour Road To Redemption for him as he made it to the final two in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, but a miscommunication between himself and Sister Annabelle caused him to come up short against Michael Machina.
Flannery McCoy: But now he’s coming into the new year with a vengeance, knowing what’s on the line and what’s at stake, and he’s not going to stop until there’s one thing that he achieves, and that is becoming a two-time World Heavyweight Champion. And the one way that he can do that… is through the King of Elite tournament.
Jake Mercer: He’s been here before! He’s been in these deep waters, and one thing that he could add to his career is that he could walk out of this as the TRUE King of Elite Answers Wrestling. The greatest tournament wrestler of all time! But Adam Hale Valentine is the first roadblock in his way. Will he get past it?! Let’s wait and see.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: The bell has rung, and this match is officially underway, in our first of FOUR King of Elite first round matches, the debuting Adam Hale Valentine has the chance of a lifetime as he takes his shot at EAW Hall of Famer Drake King! I could only imagine the amount of emotions that are running through his head right now!
Flannery McCoy: But it seems like he’s stepping up to Drake with no fear, as both of them quickly engage in a collar-and-elbow tieup! They’re jockeying for position, but immediately it’s Drake who begins to push him toward one of the corners, as the referee is forced to intervene and break the two of them apart! And it looks like it’s about to be a clean break-
(SLAP!)
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE SLAPS ADAM RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE! The referee starts to chastise him, but Drake is holding his hands up in innocence while Adam seems to take the blow, not really all too taken aback by it. He’s gotten a firsthand account this week of the arrogance of EAW’s resident God, and it seems like he’s taking it in stride as both Elitists are looking to reset in the middle of the ring.
Stew-O: They lock up again, and it seems like they’re trying to jockey again, but Drake is once again beginning to push Adam toward the corner! But Adam manages to turn it around and press Drake against the turnbuckles instead! The referee is once again forced to come in and break up the two of them again- BUT ADAM HALE VALENTINE IS GOING TO RETURN THE FAVOR WITH A SOLID RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE OF DRAKE KING!
Flannery McCoy: Drake is irate as he tries to shove past the referee, but Adam is immediately out of the ring right now as he seems to be laughing it off on the outside! He wasn’t going to take the respect that Drake King was dishing out to him there, but it seems like Drake isn’t going to waste any time either, as he manages to push through and roll himself out of the ring as he goes on the pursuit of Adam!
Jake Mercer: But Adam isn’t letting him get him as he’s rounding the ring, seemingly trying to take the cowardly approach to it, or perhaps buying his time, who really knows. Drake seems to be getting irritated, and we know that he has a short temper as well as Adam slides himself back into the ring, and Drake slides himself in as well!
Stew-O: BUT ADAM IMMEDIATELY RUSHES FORWARD AND NAILS HIM WITH A KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE ABDOMEN! This forces Drake to roll over, and Adam is wasting no time here, mounting on top of him and beginning to connect with repeated strikes to the face! Drake let his anger get the better of him in that moment, and it gave Adam an opening as he took advantage!
Flannery McCoy: God’s Chosen Traitor manages to take advantage here as he grabs a hold of Drake and brings him up to his feet, taking him by the wrist and sending him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Adam with a drop down, before following that with a leapfrog, AND IMMEDIATELY LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTING WITH A DROPKICK TO THE CHEST!
Jake Mercer: Adam is beginning to gain momentum here, and that’s not exactly something that Drake needs to be happening right now as Adam grabs a hold of him by the head and brings him up into a front facelock, AND HE’S TRYING TO RUN OFF THE ROPES AND TRANSITION THAT INTO A SWIFT TORNADO DDT ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO KEEP HIM UP AND MAINTAIN PROPER FOOTING AS HE LAUNCHES ADAM INTO THE AIR AND SENDS HIM CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS! Adam lands on his chest hard as he tries to make his way up to a kneeling position, ONLY FOR DRAKE TO STEP FORWARD AND CONNECT WITH A SUPERKICK DIRECTLY TO THE JAW!
Flannery McCoy: Drake isn’t done either as he grabs a hold of Adam and brings him up to his feet, pulling him in and lifting him high off the ground, BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A MASSIVE FALCON ARROW! Drake pins his shoulders to the mat as the referee slides down for the count!
OOONNNEEE!!!
Jake Mercer: BUT ADAM SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP EARLY! You can see the frustration on Drake’s face here, surely not just from this match, but after everything that’s happened to him this season thus far. Everything has seemingly come to a boiling point after Road To Redemption.
Stew-O: But he can make this right if he wins the King of Elite, a tournament that he’s been to the finals of before! Drake tries to grab a hold of Adam as he makes his way to his feet, but immediately, Adam is rolling himself under the bottom rope and out of the ring, getting himself out of harm’s way before any more offense can occur. But Drake isn’t going to let him go so easily as he makes his way back up to his feet!
Flannery McCoy: Drake runs to the ropes and back, AS HE SHOOTS THROUGH AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE SUICIDE DIVE! Adam is sent backward as he’s slammed against the barricade, and now Drake is quickly following that up as he grabs him by the head and sends him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Now he climbs onto the apron and makes his way up to the top rope! Positioning himself!
Jake Mercer: BUT BEFORE HE CAN LAUNCH OFF, ADAM MANAGES TO STUMBLE FORWARD AND FALL AGAINST THE ROPES, CAUSING DRAKE TO LOSE HIS BALANCE! Drake falls to a seated position, and immediately, Adam comes forward, grabbing him by the head and beginning to connect with a barrage of fists directly to the face! Drake is trying to fight back, but it seems like Adam has the momentum so far, and he looks ready to use it!
Stew-O: Adam now grabs Drake and brings him onto his shoulders, as he carries him toward the center of the ring! Drake is trying to use rapid-fire elbows to connect against the side of Adam Hale Valentine’s head to force him to let go, but it appears like it’s going to be of no use!
Flannery McCoy: AS ADAM ROLLS FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH ‘MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS’! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER CONNECTS AS DRAKE BOUNCES OFF THE CANVAS! AND NOW ADAM IS QUICK TO SHOOT FORWARD AND HOOK THE LEG AS THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTTHH-
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! Close call, but not just yet, as it’s clear that Adam is going to have to do a lot more if he wants to keep Drake down. Adam focuses his attention back on his opponent, but Drake is slowly crawling away, grabbing a hold of the ropes and using them to bring himself up to his feet in the corner! BUT ADAM IMMEDIATELY RUSHES FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT RIGHT AGAINST THE JAW OF DRAKE KING!
Stew-O: Drake is rocked, and Adam is taking advantage as he grabs a hold of him and brings him down to a seated position with a Snapmare, making his way back up to his feet, AS HE CONNECTS WITH A HARD KICK DIRECTLY TO THE SPINE! It’s a slow build, but Adam is slowly garnering momentum, but knowing Drake King, he’s not going to let that keep going for very long; he has to make sure that he stops him in his tracks!
Flannery McCoy: Adam leaves the ropes and goes onto the apron as he then begins to make his way up to the top rope, and now he has his eyes set on Drake King as he tries to launch off!
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO RUSH FORWARD AND CONNECT WITH A HARD STRIKE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! Adam is stunned, and this gives Drake the chance to scale up the turnbuckles, as he wastes no time beginning to connect with a barrage of strikes, trying to make sure that he has the advantage in this situation!
Stew-O: Adam is trying his best to fight back, but it seems like he’s at Drake King’s mercy right now, as the Hall of Famer grabs him into a facelock and sets him up, GOING FOR A HUGE SUPERPLEX!
Flannery McCoy: BUT ADAM MANAGES TO SLIP HIMSELF FREE! HE GRABS A HOLD OF HIM BY THE HEAD AND BITES DIRECTLY INTO THE FOREHEAD OF DRAKE KING! AND DRAKE IS CRYING IN PAIN, BUT IT WAS ENOUGH TO SHIFT THE MOMENTUM AS ADAM SHOVES DRAKE OFF OF THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!
Jake Mercer: Adam manages to keep himself on the top turnbuckles as he collects himself, balancing upward as he tries to gain his footing, eyeing Drake, who is down on the canvas, writhing in pain! AND NOW HE’S ABOUT TO FLY, AS HE LAUNCHES OFF THE TOP ROPE AND GOES FOR A FROG SPLASH DOWN ONTO THE BODY OF DRAKE KING-
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO GET HIS KNEES UP JUST IN TIME! Adam clutches his abdomen in pain as he quickly rolls himself away, but it’s clear the damage has been done, and this gives Drake enough time to make his way up to his feet, taking a moment to compose himself before getting on the offense! Adam tries to retaliate, AS HE GOES FOR A QUICK SPINNING HEEL KICK DIRECTLY TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD-
Flannery McCoy: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO DUCK HIS HEAD AS HE GRABS A HOLD OF THE OTHER LEG AND LIFTS ADAM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! DRAKE SETS HIM UP< AS HE RUNS HIM FORWARD AND THROWS HIM DIRECTLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE PADDING WITH A HUGE BUCKLE BOMB! Adam bounces off the corner as he stumbles forward, trying to keep himself up, but it seems like Drake King is far from finished either!
Jake Mercer: AS HE GRABS A HOLD OF HIM AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH ‘CROWN OF THORNS’! THE HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER CONNECTS AND COMPLETELY DROPS ADAM HALE VALENTINE DOWN TO THE GROUND, AND NOW IT’S DRAKE WHO DROPS DOWN AND GOES FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT HERE!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR-
Stew-O: BUT ADAM HALE VALENTINE MANAGES TO SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! Both of these men are so eager to try and reach the next round of the King of Elite tournament, it’s clear that it’s going to take a lot more if they want to keep either of them down! Adam is certainly putting up one hell of a fight in his debut against an opponent of the caliber of Drake King! This is not something that a lot of people are able to do!
Flannery McCoy: But Drake isn’t looking to waste much time here; it seems like he’s trying to close this one out right here! He makes his way back up to his feet and falls against one of the corners, waiting patiently as Adam begins to get his wits about him. Adam is slowly crawling up using his hands, but I don’t think he realizes what’s about to come for him!
Jake Mercer: AS DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD AT FULL SPEED AND GOES FOR ‘JUDGMENT DAY’! CURB STOMP-
Stew-O: BUT AS DRAKE LEAPS INTO THE AIR, ADAM CATCHES HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND LIFTS HIM OFF THE GROUND! ADAM IS TRYING TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A POWERBOMB HERE- BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO ROLL HIMSELF THROUGH INTO A SUNSET FLIP PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
Flannery McCoy: BUT ADAM MANAGES TO KICK OUT OF IT JUST IN TIME! Both of them make their way back up to their feet, but it’s Adam who shoots first as he goes under and lifts Drake onto his shoulders! He’s trying to go for ‘Massacre of the Innocents’ again! But Drake manages to slip off of his shoulders, he steps back before stepping forward, GOING FOR A SUPERKICK DIRECTLY TO THE JAW-
Jake Mercer: BUT ADAM MANAGES TO GRAB IT JUST IN TIME! He spins Drake around, BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A HEEL KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD TO SEND HIM BACK! Drake staggers back, and now Adam is taking advantage!
Stew-O: AS THIS TIME HE GOES FOR ‘BETTER THAN YOURS’! SUPERKICK IN RETURN-
Flannery McCoy: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THAT HIMSELF! HE SPINS AROUND AND GRABS A HOLD OF HIM, AS HE SEEMS TO WANT TO TRY AND TAKE HIM DOWN FOR ‘SCRIPTURE’! ANACONDA VICE!
Jake Mercer: BUT ADAM MANAGES TO GET AN ARM FREE AS HE STARTS TO CONNECT WITH REPEATED ELBOW STRIKES TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Drake is trying his best to go through with the submission hold, but Adam is refusing to see it through, as he manages to slip his head through, AND TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH AN STO!
Stew-O: Drake is staggering up to his feet as he falls against the corner, trying his best to get control back, BUT ADAM RUSHES FORWARD AND GOES FOR A CORNER CLOTHESLINE DIRECTLY TO HIS HEAD- ONLY FOR DRAKE TO LIFT HIS LEG UP AND CONNECT WITH A BOOT DIRECTLY TO THE FACE OF ADAM HALE VALENTINE!
Flannery McCoy: Drake is beginning to make his way up to the middle turnbuckle, as he positions himself, BUT BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING, ADAM LIFTS HIS LEG UP AND GOES FOR AN ENZUGIRI KICK TO THE FACE- BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO BLOCK IT WITH HIS FOREARM AS ADAM STAGGERS BACK, CLUTCHING HIS KNEE IN PAIN! And this gives Drake King the perfect time to take advantage!
Jake Mercer: AS HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND CONNECTS WITH A DIVING BLOCKBUSTER TO COMPLETELY TAKE ADAM HALE VALENTINE DOWN TO THE GROUND! Adam is hurt, but it doesn’t seem like Drake is done here as he’s quickly crawling over, and we’re not wasting much time here!
Stew-O: AS ‘SCRIPTURE’ IS LOCKED IN! DRAKE KING HAS THE ANACONDA VICE LOCKED IN TIGHT, AND ADAM IS STRUGGLING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT! HE’S WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND, DOING WHATEVER HE POSSIBLY CAN TO ESCAPE, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S STRUGGLING A HUGE AMOUNT NOW AS THE FATIGUE OF THE MATCH BEGINS TO KICK IN!
Flannery McCoy: Adam is trying his best to get himself out of this, but he’s on his back right now, the ropes aren’t going to save him, the only thing that he can do is wait until Drake King leaves an opening and take advantage, but that’s very slim pickings, ESPECIALLY for an Elitist of the caliber of Drake King! But I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see!
Jake Mercer: AND IT SEEMS LIKE HE’S FOUND THAT AFOREMENTIONED OPENING! ADAM MANAGES TO SHIFT HIS BODY TO THE SIDE AND PULL DRAKE TOWARD HIM, PINNING HIS SHOULDERS DOWN TO THE MAT WHILE HE’S IN THE ANACONDA VICE! THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN FOR THE COUNT!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHH-
Stew-O: KICK OUT! AND DRAKE IS FORCED TO LET GO OF THE SUBMISSION HOLD AS BOTH OF THEM MAKE THEIR WAY BACK UP TO THEIR FEET!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD AS HE GOES FOR A FOREARM STRIKE TO THE FACE- BUT ADAM MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THAT! HE WAITS FOR HIM TO TURN AROUND, AS ADAM STEPS FORWARD AND GOES FOR ‘BETTER THAN YOURS’ SUPERKICK TO THE JAW-
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE JUST WENT UNDER AND LIFTED HIM UP AGAIN, AND HE SETS HIM UP FOR ANOTHER BUCKLE BOMB- BUT ADAM MANAGES TO PUSH HIMSELF OFF OF THE SHOULDERS OF DRAKE AND LAND ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM! DRAKE TURNS AROUND- BUT ADAM JUST KNEEED HIM IN THE ABDOMEN! HE PULLS HIM IN AND HOOKS THE ARMS!
Stew-O: AS HE LIFTS HIM UP AND CONNECTS WITH ‘ALL HALE’! THE LIFTING DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER CONNECTS AND ADAM HALE VALENTINE IS TRYING HIS BEST TO GO FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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Flannery McCoy: NO! THE REFEREE STOPS! DRAKE PROPS A FOOT UP ON THE BOTTOM ROPE, AND THIS MATCH GOES ON!
Jake Mercer: ADAM HALE VALENTINE WAS A MILLISECOND, ONLY A MILLISECOND, AWAY FROM ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND OF THE KING OF ELITE TOURNAMENT AND PULLING OFF A SHOCK VICTORY AGAINST A HALL OF FAMER IN HIS DEBUT! BUT DRAKE KING WAS NEVER GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN, AS LONG AS HE’S STILL ALIVE AND BREATHING, HE WILL NEVER STAY DOWN!
Stew-O: The frustration is building on the face of Adam right now as he makes his way up to his feet. He has thrown everything that he possibly can at him and more, but somehow, it feels like Drake King refuses to quit. Adam grabs a hold of him by the hair and drags him up, pulling him in and beginning to set him up! And it seems like he’s about to close things out!
Flannery McCoy: ADAM LIFTING DRAKE FOR ‘INFINITE HYPERDEATH’! THE PILEDRIVER TO DROP DRAKE KING DOWN DIRECTLY ONTO HIS HEAD!
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO FIGHT BACK! HE HEAVES ADAM OVER HIS HEAD AND SENDS HIM CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A BACK BODY DROP! ADAM LANDS HARD AS HE TRIES TO MAKE HIS WAY BACK UP TO HIS FEET- BUT DRAKE CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK!
Stew-O: DRAKE NOW TURNS AROUND AND RUNS THE ROPES- BUT ADAM MANAGES TO LIFT HIM OFF THE GROUND! AND NOW HE’S GOING FOR ‘MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS’! THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
Flannery McCoy: BUT DRAKE FLIPS OVER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! ADAM LANDS FLAT ON HIS CHEST AS HE THOUGHT HE GOT THAT! HE SCRAMBLES UP TO HIS FEET!
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE JUST LEAPED THROUGH THE AIR AND CONNECTED WITH ‘JUDGMENT DAY’ TO COMPLETELY WIPE HIM OUT! CURB STOMP CONNECTS, AND NOW HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd boos loudly, Drake King is seen slowly pulling himself off of the body of Adam Hale Valentine, an exhausted look on his face as he slowly rises up to his feet. He tends to his wounds before the referee comes over and raises his hand into the air.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND ADVANCING TO THE SEMIFINALS OF THE KING OF ELITE TOURNAMENT… DRAKE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: What a battle that we just witnessed here tonight! In his debut, Adam Hale Valentine took an EAW Hall of Famer to his absolute limit. But when it came down to it, it was Drake King who was barely able to walk out of this match with his hand raised, and now he secures a spot in the King of Elite semifinals.
Flannery McCoy: Drake is looking to right his wrongs, and after a disappointing Road To Redemption, he’s looking to make his ascension back to an all-too familiar spot at the top of Elite Answers Wrestling, but the only way that he can do that is by making the slow walk all the way to the finals at King of Elite. But I suppose we’re just going to have to see what comes of that in the near future. For right now, though, congratulations to Drake King!
(Drake stops at the ropes, taking a look at a recovering Adam Hale Valentine, a brief look of disdain coming over him, perhaps endearing in a sense, as he leaves through the ropes and begins to make his way up the ramp. The last shot seen is Drake taking his leave without a second glance, as Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: And it is a first round match in the King of Elite tournament!
(‘Ballad of a Prodigal Son’ by Lincoln Durham hits. Redwood slowly walks out onto the stage with a death stare at the ring. As Amanda enters behind him, he reaches his hand back and she takes. Never moving his eyes off the ring, he stalks towards the ring without showing a hint of reaction to the crowd.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by Amanda Miller, from Boston, Massachusetts, he is the ‘Unkillable’, KIIIIIIRK REEEEDWOOOOOOD!
(As Kirk gets into the ring, ‘In My Blood’ by The Score plays. The fans cheer wildly as Rex McAllister comes out with his wife and tag team partner, Raven Roberts.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Raven Roberts, residing in Atlanta, Georgia, he is one-half of the current EAW Unified Tag Team Champions… The ‘Lionheart’, REEEEEEEEEEX MCAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEEEER!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Another first-round match-up to see who will advance in the King of Elite, and Rex and Kirk immediately lock-up in the center of the ring! Kirk is looking to be the aggressor though and fires off with a sharp punch landing right into McAllister’s abdomen, causing him to backpedal! Kirk steps in, firing off with more body blows, already looking to do some serious damage to one-half of the current Unified Tag Team Champions!
Jake Mercer: This could get nasty very quickly! But Rex shoves Kirk back and steps in, going for a punch of his own—which Redwood manages to duck under! Kirk rises up, CONNECTING WITH A FLAGRANT SLAP ACROSS THE CHEEK!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Flannery McCoy: :yikes: The fans didn’t like that display one bit, especially with that swarmy grin Kirk has. Rex rolls his head, feeling the sting on his cheek, and Kirk is mocking him. Now, Redwood goes to grab him by the hair—
Stew-O: BUT HE’S STOPPED WITH A GUT KICK, AND REX IS ON THE OFFENSE! FOREARM AFTER FOREARM CONNECT! THE FANS COME ALIVE, SEEING REX WAKING UP! Now he grabs Kirk and whips him across the ring, sending him into the ropes! Kirk comes back and he’s lifted up! Rex takes hold of him—
Jake Mercer: OH! Bell clap from Redwood, which causes Rex to lose that hold. Kirk chops him across the chest, which staggers him. He snapmares him down and strikes with a CHOP ACROSS THE BACK! :damn:
Flannery McCoy: That definitely sounded like it hurt! Kirk drops down and goes for the cover!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: But Rex gets the shoulder up quickly—only for Kirk to take hold of the limb and is now trapping it! Rex looks to wiggle out of the predicament, but Kirk is immediately on the attack, elbowing him repeatedly into that left shoulder! Kirk with little in the way of mercy for his opponent.
Stew-O: Can’t blame him, given the stakes involved. Both men were in the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the World Heavyweight Championship, but didn’t win, and they’re now looking to avenge their respective losses. Kirk has been waiting for a moment like this, and as he looks to transition this into a gnarly crossface, he could come pretty close to that redemption here tonight!
Jake Mercer: Rex, ever the veteran, rolls forward, breaking up the attempt before it was cinched! Great swift reversal there, and he shoots up. Kirk follows suit! Redwood closes in, BUT HE EATS A STRAIGHT-UP KNEE AND HE GOES TUMBLING OUT TO THE OUTSIDE! Kirk shakes his head, clearly taken aback by that!
Flannery McCoy: Well, if he was caught unaware by that, he better get ready! Rex hits the ropes! BASEBALL SLIDE LANDS FLUSH! KIRK’S BACK CRASHES INTO THE BARRICADE AND HE GRITS HIS TEETH! Rex slides on out and forces him back into the ring, not looking to give him a moment’s reprieve! McAllister hoists him up and SENDS HIM DOWN ACROSS HIS KNEE WITH THE BACKBREAKER! Down goes Kirk, and Rex covers!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOO—
Jake Mercer: Shoulder up! Rex maintains his hold on Kirk though, leading him up to his feet. A knee drives itself into his gut! Now, Rex lifts him up, going for a suplex!
Flannery McCoy: Oh, hang on—Kirk brings a knee down, hitting him on the top of his head! Rex inadvertently puts him back down, staggering a bit. Kirk stumbles backward, favoring the middle of his back. However, McAllister recovers, and he charges forward—ONLY TO GO DOWN HARD AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE, OH NO!
Stew-O: Kirk caught him! The drop toe hold succeeded, and as a result, Rex is writhing in pain as he throat was the unfortunate casualty in that! You can see the concern all over Raven’s face as she watches this! Certainly not what Rex wanted to happen.
Jake Mercer: Absolutely not, but for Redwood? This is beyond perfect. He quickly scrambles on top, getting the mounted position, and he starts pounding away with punches! Rex can hardly defend himself against these blows as he’s still coughing and choking! He’s in a highly vulnerable spot!
Flannery McCoy: Raven is yelling to the ref, who manages to intervene, getting Kirk off of Rex—but he doesn’t like that one bit! He shoots a nasty glare at the official! He grabs Rex on the wrist and leads him up, where he WHIPS HIM INTO THE CORNER CHEST FIRST! Rex drops back down, clutching the area as that agony his experiencing continues to swell!
Stew-O: But hang on! Kirk grabs him from behind and SENDS HIM UP AND OVER! GERMAN SUPLEX! REX IS WIPED OUT FROM THAT!
Jake Mercer: That he is! Rex rolls over onto his side and is trying to get back up—BUT A RUNNING KNEE SMASH CATCHES HIM! KIRK WITH A PUNCH! AND A PUMP KICK RIGHT INTO THE MUSH! Kirk is NOT letting up here!
Flannery McCoy: No, he is not! Rex stumbles up and he eats a HELLACIOUS discus forearm for his troubles! Down he goes, and Kirk goes for another cover!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOO—
Stew-O: Kick out! Still got some fight left in him, and the fans are rallying hard behind him. However, Kirk is not fazed at all. He yanks him up and thrusts his shoulder into his abdomen, getting a running start! Into the corner goes Rex, and Kirk gets to work, hammering him in with those series of punches to the body once again. Rex does his best to cover up—and Kirk responds with a headbutt! Rex drops down into a seated position!
Jake Mercer: Yeah, that’s gonna scramble some brains! And Redwood backs up… he has Rex in his sights. He runs in—FACE WASH! God, the entirety of his boot just smushed his face in! This is becoming worrisome!
Flannery McCoy: It is! Kirk has Rex right where he wants him to be! He gets him up and props him up onto his shoulders, looking for a devastating move here—
Stew-O: …! But Rex—he’s attacking with those pointed elbows to the side of his head! Kirk is struggling to keep his grasp on him! He heads to the center, but he’s getting weaker… and yes, Rex is able to slip out! Kirk whirls around—AND HE’S TRIES TO CATCH REX WITH THE ‘LETAHL ROUND’!!
Flannery McCoy: ONLY FOR REX TO CATCH HIM AND SEND HIM PLUMMETING INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER! REX GOT ALL OF IT, AND HE FALLS ON TOP OF HIM! COVER! COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: Oh, SO close! But Kirk Redwood is one tough son of a bitch, and he gets the shoulder up in time! Rex sits up and realizes this, and while he does seem a bit disappointed that Hail Mary didn’t pan out, at least he knows that he has Kirk hurting.
Stew-O: Yes. He’s once again favoring that back, once again hurting, and Rex, once again, has a window of opportunity he can use! He gets up and takes hold of Kirk—
(But then, the fans yell sharply, and it appears that Raven suddenly goes down at ringside.)
Flannery McCoy: Wait, what’s with all of the commotion? Hang on—
(Rex turns his head and he sees that Selina Reyes is there!)
Jake Mercer: Huh!? Selina!? She’s one third of Toxxxin!
Stew-O: And she’s not alone—LOOK!
(Daniella Atlas comes on over and gives a sarcastic wave, which catches Rex completely off guard.)
Flannery McCoy: What is happening? What’s the meaning of any of this? This isn’t the right time—
Stew-O: —FOR REX! KIRK HAS RECOVERED AND HE SPRINGS OFF THE ROPES! REX SEES HIM—
Jake Mercer: —BUT DOWN HE GOES FROM THE “.50 CAL PUNCH!” HE COULDN’T GET OUT OF DODGE IN TIME!
(Selina and Daniella laugh at this sight, ignoring the insane wave of boos being rained down on them. Rex is laid out, and Kirk covers him!)
Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: AND THERE IT IS! THANKS TO SELINA AND DANIELLA, KIRK REDWOOD WAS ABLE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE AND GET THE WIN!
(‘Ballad of a Prodigal Son’ hits, and Kirk immediately rolls off of Rex, triumphantly raising his arms up. The fans continue to boo, but the referee raises his arm, declaring him as the winner of the contest.)
Stephie Love: Here is YOUR winner, and advancing in the King of Elite tournament… KIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK REEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: An unfortunate ending for Rex, but for Kirk Redwood, it couldn’t be any more perfect! He saw his window of opportunity, and he took it!
Jake Mercer: Yeah, it may not have been ideal, but when you see your chance, you just have to take it! Kirk knows that this is about winning, and tonight, he gets to not only advance in the King of Elite tournament, but he picked up what can be considered the biggest win of his season 19!
Flannery McCoy: Definitely gut-wrenching for Rex, who made it his mission to try and avenge both himself and Raven through this tournament. However, bad luck came along and messed that up in the form of Daniella and Selina. Either way, congratulations to Kirk—
(Kirk is already out of the ring leaving with Amanda, and that gives Toxxxin the chance to come on in and beat down on Rex!)
Stew-O: OKAY, NOW THIS IS TOO MUCH! BOTH WOMEN STOMP DOWN ON REX, ATTACKING HIM!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Oh, this is BAD! Daniella grabs Rex by his arms and Selina sizes him up, getting ready to strike…!
Flannery McCoy: But look—RAVEN HAS RECOVERED! She’s back on her feet and slides in, looking to clear the ring and get back at them!
(But before Raven can strike, Daniella and Selina instantly bail! More boos pour down as the women get out of the ring. Raven is livid, but her attention shifts to her husband, seeing that he’s hurting. She goes to tend to him—though her eyes never leave the duo.)
(All the while, Selina and Daniella manage to pick up some stray mics.)
Daniella Atlas: Oh, don’t look like that, Raven. Didn’t you and Rex put out an open challenge for any team here to face you? Well, guess what? We are going to be the ones to step up to you two for those titles.
Selina Reyes: Yes, we are. We want those titles, and now that you two have nothing going on at King of Elite, it should be a simple thing you can grant to us. After all, what are you going to do? Sit at home and watch the show, not being able to be part of the action? You two wouldn’t be so dumb to do that, would you?
(Raven and Rex look at Toxxxin, frowns apparent. Raven gestures for a microphone while she keeps Rex held close.)
Raven Roberts: Alright then… if it’s a match you want? Then it’s a match you’re gonna get. You’re on, but don’t think for a single second you’re gonna walk out of King of Elite unscatched, let alone with any gold!
(Rex nods his, reaffirming that answer. The fans cheer for that fiery answer. Selina and Daniella couldn’t be more pleased. Fire & Ice come to a stand. The two teams stare at each other, tension rising.)
Stew-O: Well, Fire & Ice weren’t slow to accept the match! The tag titles will be defended at King of Elite!
(The final shot shows both teams continuing to glare at one another before commercials play.)
(A commercial plays for Stranger Things.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades into a very recognizable private locker room; namely, the one belonging to EAW’s chairman himself, Methuselah Elevation. The walls are lined with esoteric artifacts that have become very associated with Methuselah, including many that have shown up in the Gawdcast set. Seated upon a chair looking quite pleased with himself is none other than the chairman himself; the moment the camera pans to him, there is a huge reaction in the audience. He lets the noise persist for a few moments before he begins to speak.)
Methuselah: ARISE! AWAKEN! AWAKEN! ARISE! METHUSELAH ELEVATION!
(The crowd can audibly be heard chanting along with the quickly-recognizable incantation of the chairman).
Methuselah: Wherefore, in a matter of two consecutive weeks, hath my most fervent naysayers and critics fallen into a deafening hush? Could it be – perhaps – that those who belligerently accused me with every available breath in their lungs of being “washed” were demonstrated to be incorrect twice over?
(He mockingly taps his chin, pondering the rhetorical question.)
Methuselah: Indeed, for as I was beset on one side by one of my promotions newest stars, the enigmatic traveler, and on the other by a former placeholder and now a holder of NOTHING, I demonstrated with the single arced slash of my sword that its edge is as honed and sharp as ever before. Just as I have stated.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, all tongues are obliged by the globally televised evidence to confess that their Ascended Mahatma and Elevated Sensei is, beyond any shadow of a doubt, entering 2026 Anno Domini Methuselah Elevation in perfect form, with a mortal vessel fighting with the same vigor and ferocity as those decades my junior and with the expertise of one who has spent centuries in practice.
Methuselah: Before I continue, though, it would be remiss of me to leave a matter untied; o traveler, David Gideon Smith, against my ceaseless jeers and mockery, you brought a level of intensity and ferocity that many – myself included – did not sufficiently anticipate. In your eyes, your relentless effort yielded a ‘victory’ of sorts, in the form of supposedly reigniting what many thought was extinguished within me; let it be known that while your attempts to topple me may have failed, I leave you the gift of a 2026 that will consist of unfettered domination of all foes with impunity. FINISH HIM. The moxie with which you yielded your black blade against me will serve you well against the gladiators that seek to protect their positions against you…
Methuselah: But I am not them, and they are not me. Against the calls of my downfall, I remained steadfast and demonstrated that the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts, very much REMAINS my land in both legal ownership as well as physical sovereignty.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, the would-be usurpers of all shapes and sizes find themselves without a leg to stand on just as they have for my decades-long tenure.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I invite those foolhardy fools to continue snickering to themselves, self-aggrandizing sneers plastered across their miserable little faces, as they attempt to ‘expertly’ maneuver over my board with their silly checker moves.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I will continue to subvert their expectations with chess moves operating on planes of reality that their insignificant minds are incapable of perceiving, let alone understanding.
Methuselah: As with the commencement of any year in my land, the tournaments have begun anew as my gladiators fight amongst themselves in an attempt to coronate themselves as the faux-king of the land I own. They think – in their infinite ignorance – that Methuselah Elevation has stepped to the sidelines in order to permit the new generation to persevere outside of my shadow. Understand that paradise exists beneath the shadow of my sword, and it is a sword that I am not done wielding and will not be done for eons to come.
Methuselah: As far as the tournaments are concerned, the faux-royals can crown themselves without my intervention; those coronations will not affect my place in the cosmic hierarchy as this realm’s hegemon, and for far too long has your humbly chosen and newly awoken mahatma been subject to the status of being ‘the hunted’ rather than ‘the hunter’, due to the never-ending flock of elitists attempting to use my legacy as a platform for their own. This is the reality they have grown accustomed to, even comfortable with…
Methuselah: And if there is one thing that the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts, has NEVER been emblematic of, it is COMFORT. The real world scarcely allows for even a scintilla of comfort, and thus Elite Answers Wrestling cannot allow ANY of it. THEREFORE, I am rewriting this script and turning the tables on those under my employ. It is high time that Methuselah Elevation returns to being the hunter, and as one would expect from one with my infinite font of wisdom, I have already decided upon who The Hunted will be.
Methuselah: The Hunted is one who has made waves since the date of their return to this wartorn land, and as a result, has piqued my interest as well. My viewers will have to hold their breaths for seven days and seven nights in anticipation, for the identity of The Hunted shall be revealed next week. When it is all said and done, they shall be struck down as yet another victim of the Overman’s conquest. FINISH HIM. OVER FOR THOU.
(Methuselah Elevation’s thunderous voice boomed with his ritualistic incantations as he declared his approach for the new year and stood from his seat as he did so; the video feed lingered on the menacing grin of EAW’s chairman before slowly fading to black.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: And it is a Round One matchup in the King Of Elite Tournament!
(‘Faneto’ by Chief Keef hits the speakers and SOSA Henderson slowly walks out from the back, mean mugging the crowd. As he’s walking down the ramp, it’s clear that he’s not in the best of mood, but still holds the determination to go on and win tonight.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 191 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is “BULLETPROOF” SOOSSSAAAAA!! HENNDDERRSSOOONNNNN!!!
(ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii is the next theme song to hit and the applause can be heard as BRAE marches out with the Interwire Championship around his waist. BRAE marches down the ramp, tagging as many fans as possible as he points to SOSA in the ring and slides in, wasting no time.)
Stephie Love: His opponent, from Bray County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing in at 215 pounds… he is THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! “SON” BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: High stakes matchup and that should most certainly be enough to entice these two men to fight harder against each other than they have in the past. BRAE and SOSA both circle around the ring, looking to get a good feel for this match… then they snap into a tight collar & elbow tie-up! Both men tussling around, and it’s BRAE starting to overpower SOSA, until he spins around and pushes BRAE against the ropes! The referee comes in to enforce a clean break…
Jake Mercer: SOSA slowly backs off of BRAE with a smirk on his face, but that smirk quickly goes away when BRAE responds with a BIG shove! He nearly fell over from that one, and now SOSA knows it’s time to go to work. BRAE steps off of the ropes, but before he can go any further—SOSA grabs him into a tight side headlock! He wrenches down on the head of BRAE, giving him very little room to work with. BRAE grits his teeth, grabbing at the hands and trying to break free!
Flannery McCoy: He brings him backwards to the ropes and sends him off. SOSA comes off the ropes, and BRAE hurls his entire body into a MASSIVE shoulder block! SOSA goes down like a ton of bricks and the back of his head slams against the canvas hard. He looks up at BRAE in disbelief, who turns and hits the ropes, but SOSA rolls his body and trips BRAE before he can leap over him! SOSA leaps up and spins into a front chancery, pressing down on the neck of BRAE. BRAE grits his teeth, grabbing at the hands in an attempt to rise to his feet and break out of it.
Stew-O: BRAE slowly starts to push SOSA against the turnbuckles… which means they’re back against the ropes. The referee intervenes and enforces another clean break. BRAE slowly releases SOSA, on his way to stepping back—until SOSA shoves BRAE this time! BRAE stumbles backwards and he puts his hands on his hips, a slight smirk forming on his face. That was just an eye for an eye, but now BRAE grabs SOSA into the tight side headlock!
Jake Mercer: Henderson does everything in his power to break out. He’s throwing elbows to the ribs and the kidney, which causes BRAE to grimace, but not enough power are formed in those shots to force a break. SOSA brings them back to the ropes and he sends BRAE off with all of his power! BRAE comes off the ropes, bracing for another shoulder tackle—but the veteran makes an extremely smart move with a DROP TOE HOLD instead! BRAE falls flat onto his face and SOSA is up to his feet!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE tries to get up, but SOSA leaps into a stomp to the hand! BRAE kneels up, his face contorting in agony as he holds at his hand and shakes it out, only for Henderson to soar into a boot to the side of the head! BRAE falls over and SOSA paces around the ring, proud of himself thus far. He takes the hand of BRAE and slams his arm down into the canvas. He lays his hand down on the mat and LEAPS into a stomp to the fingers! BRAE sits up, shaking out his hand in pain! He tries to get up… but SOSA with a big rear chinlock!
Stew-O: Now he’s really beginning to thrash down on BRAE. SOSA is doing everything in his power to hold him down and make this extremely difficult for him to get out of the races. He’s got that chinlock in, and he slowly brings BRAE down to the canvas. The fans are really beginning to get in this one, and BRAE rolls to his fours. He slowly pushes himself up, and he throws a punch to the body! Another punch to the body, and he hooks the waist of SOSA, hoisting him up high in the air…. he wants to take him out with a BACK SUPLEX!
Flannery McCoy: Before he can do so, SOSA transitions his grip in mid-air and he brings BRAE down with a SIDE HEADLOCK TAKEOVER! Beautifully executed, and now both men are grounded! BRAE flails his legs in the air, trying to force a headscissors, but SOSA keeps his head low and towards BRAE’s body. He tries again to get out, but with the referee trying to see if his shoulders are down, SOSA starts raining down closed fist punches to the forehead! By the time the referee senses something is usp, he stops and then ROLLS BRAE shoulder-first to the canvas, forcing a pin from grounded headlock position!
OOONNNNNNNNEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: Only a one count, but SOSA just wants to wear BRAE out. He knew that wasn’t going to end the match, but still opted for the pinfall because it takes away energy from him as he’s trying to get out of this hold. BRAE’s trying to remain composed, but I don’t really know how easy it is from this current position. He raises his legs up, trying for the headscissors again, but SOSA has it scouted out. BRAE’s just not gonna be able to reach his head with his legs, and SOSA is forcing him to think about what his next move is going to be.
Stew-O: That’s going to force him to make moves using his power, and he starts to roll to his side. BRAE is relying on sheer willpower right now as he starts to stand to his feet. SOSA isn’t deterred, though! He holds tight to that headlock, and BRAE brings him to the ropes! He sends him off—no! Henderson skids in the center of the ring, holding on to BRAE’s head! BRAE yells out in pure fury, what the hell is it going to take for him to be free of the clutches of Henderson! He hooks his arm underneath the leg of SOSA…
Flannery McCoy: And he scoops him up, high in the air for a BACK SUPLEX! THE HEADLOCK IS BROKEN AND THE TIDES OF THIS MATCH HAVE SHIFTED! SOSA stares up to the ceiling in shock, it’s clear as day that BRAE put a lot of force in that back suplex, but you have to wonder what his gas tank is looking like right now. BRAE has proven to be a man that can go the distance, but Henderson has meticulously crafted a gameplan meant to neutralize that! He’s hurting right now, but BRAE is taking his time to get back up to his feet…!
Jake Mercer: Exactly what Henderson wants, but he’s still in a tough position right now. He pushes his hands on the canvas and rises, shaking his head. BRAE follows him up and he responds with a big knife edge chop! Another knife edge chop, and SOSA is stumbling backwards, trying to grit his teeth and endure the pain! BRAE with another chop, and SOSA shakes his head, beckoning for more… but I don’t know if that’s what he wants right now!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE swings another chop, but SOSA raises his arms up to block it with his wrists just in time! BRAE shakes out his hand, and SOSA swings a boot—no! BRAE bypasses him! SOSA turns around… ROLLING KESAGIRI CHOP! BRAE GOT HIM WITH A CHOP TO THE NECK! SOSA is on wobbly legs now, and BRAE runs off the ropes, and HE’S the one that leaps into the boot that brings Henderson to the canvas! BRAE is really beginning to fire up now, and this doesn’t bodewell for SOSA whatsoever!
Stew-O: He calls SOSA up, and he brings him down with a lariat! Henderson rises, and a second lariat brings him down afterwards! Henderson slowly staggers up and BRAE takes the wrist, sending him across the ring into the turnbuckles. He charges forward, but Henderson raises his boot up just in time! BRAE is on wobbly legs, and then SOSA frontrolls, leaping into a rolling thunder flatliner! Down goes BRAE, and Henderson is quick to hook the legs for the cover!
OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Kick out from BRAE! We’ve already got a two count, and SOSA smartly rolls himself back into that front chancery. BRAE is laid flat on the mat like a board, and that’s exactly what SOSA wants right now. It’s not much that BRAE could possibly use as his leverage to escape this hold, and SOSA’s got it tightly wrapped around his neck, able to enforce a choke here if he really wants it. BRAE is desperately clawing at the hands, doing what he can to break the grip, but it doesn’t appear that it’s going to amount to very much!
Flannery McCoy: SOSA is continuing to force BRAE to grind his way out of these grounded submissions. BRAE starts to rise, but SOSA pushes up to his feet and he throws a knee to the top of the skull! BRAE nearly went out cold from that knee! These MMA inspired knees, which aren’t even legal in a cage, but they are legal in a wrestling ring, and you just saw exactly what that’s the case! Nonetheless, BRAE is still trying to fight his way back up to his feet… but Henderson with ANOTHER knee to the top of the skull! If he takes another knee like that, he could get cut open and start leaking blood all over this ring!
Stew-O: I think both men are becoming quite aware of that. SOSA has a big smile on his face as he winds his leg back one more time for a final knee—but BRAE CATCHES THE LEG AND WRAPS IT AROUND HIS THIGH! He starts to deadlift him off of the canvas, tackling him into the turnbuckles! Henderson falls backwards and BRAE stumbles to the ropes, quickly hitting off! HE AIMS FOR A LARIAT TO TAKE SOSA’S HEAD OFF!
Jake Mercer: BUT HENDERSON RESPONDS WITH A SPINNING BACK ELBOW BEFORE HE CAN! OH MY GOD! BRAE JUST WENT OUT COLD, BUT HE FALLS AGAINST THE BODY OF SOSA HENDERSON! He’s laid out across the back of SOSA, and that’s the only thing saving him from falling to the mat! SOSA realizes this, and then he quickly scoops BRAE up into a fireman’s carry! BRAE is like deadweight on his shoulders right now, and Henderson starts laughing! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! AND HENDERSON HOOKS THE LEGS SOON AFTER!
OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION LIVES! Big time kick out from BRAE, and Henderson sits up, shaking his head. He looks around with a look of disbelief on his eyes, meanwhile BRAE is still showing very little life! He rises to his feet and stumbles into the ropes. SOSA exits out to the apron and despite that kickout, he sees an opening to end this one right now! He makes his way up the turnbuckles, and he steadies himself at the top. BRAE is trying to will himself back up to his feet… but I don’t know if he’s going to have much luck!
Flannery McCoy: Henderson points down to BRAE, and he soars off the top rope! ‘PAID IN FULL!’ NO! BRAE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! SOSA lands on his feet, but he frontrolls forward and staggers to the turnbuckles! Henderson turns around and charges BRAE, who is rising up… AND BRAE TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH ONE OF THE DAMNDEST LARIATS THAT I’VE EVER SEEN! HENDERSON IS OUT OF IT! AND BRAE NEEDS TO CAPITALIZE! THESE FANS ARE CLAPPING THEIR HANDS, TRYING TO WILL HIM BACK INTO THIS ONE!
Jake Mercer: BRAE rises, and SOSA rolls over, shaking his head. He plants his hands on the mat, slowly pushing up! BRAE with a jab! And then a straight! And then a left hook to the body, and he leaps into a SUPERMAN ELBOW! SOSA falls to his knees, and BRAE hits off the ropes! HE WANTS ANOTHER LARIAT! But SOSA slides underneath, hooking the waist! He hoists him up for a german suplex, but BRAE wraps his legs around the waist and rolls into a victory roll!
OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: Kick out from Henderson, who SHOVES BRAE off of him with all of his might! He sits up, ready to capitalize—but BRAE comes off the ropes and he soars into a BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Henderson’s head may have just been knocked off of his shoulders right there! BRAE rolls to his side, slapping the canvas! Something within BRAE has been woken up, and this is the last scenario that SOSA wants to find himself in right now! BRAE slaps the canvas, demanding that he rise to his feet so he can continue this onslaught!
Jake Mercer: SOSA checks his lip for any blood, and he slowly works his way up. BRAE nails him with a forearm! He nearly falls over, but responds with one of his own! Another forearm from BRAE, and SOSA with one of his own! Another forearm from BRAE, and one from SOSA! Now these two men are going back and forth in the center of the ring, trading forearm shots! BRAE is starting to fire off on SOSA! He grabs him by the hair and points to the apron, throwing him out, as we all know what comes next—
Stew-O: Well, SOSA knew as well, and he reverses just in time! He throws BRAE body-first into the ropes! BRAE bounces off, presumably in an attempt to reverse, but SOSA hooks the waist for a snap german suplex before he can even turn his body back to him! That was incredibly quick instincts from Henderson, but BRAE isn’t down just yet! The impact brought him back up to his feet… but SOSA takes his aim with a GAMENGIRI! BRAE gets cracked across the face, and he falls backwards into the turnbuckles!
Flannery McCoy: Henderson stumbles up, scrambling back! He runs to the turnbuckles and points at BRAE, calling for his head! He runs forward, SINGLE LEG DROPKICK! SOSA rolls off of the turnbuckles and uses BRAE’s body to bring himself back to his feet. BRAE is out on his fours, and SOSA drags him into the drop zone. He exits out to the apron and these fans have zero problem letting Henderson know how they feel about him.
Jake Mercer: Like always though, he embraces it. Both the love and the hate. He takes the ropes and he ascends up the turnbuckles, planting himself all the way at the top. BRAE isn’t moving after that combination of moves, and Henderson LEAPS off! ‘SOSA BOMB!’ THE SWANTON CONNECTS, AND HE CRASHES RIGHT DOWN ON THE RIBS OF BRAE! BRAE’s eyes widen in shock as he wheezes out, and SOSA scoots back into the pinfall, legs hooked! This could be it!
OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH—
Stew-O: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM BRAE! HE WON’T DIE JUST YET, AND SOSA IS LOOKING UP TO THE REFEREE WITH WIDE EYES! HOW IS THIS ONE CONTINUING?! I DON’T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CLUE, BUT BRAE WON’T LET GO JUST YET! He’s got his fist in the air, pumping it, and calling for the fans to root behind him! SOSA shakes his head and he takes that same arm, bringing it down to the canvas and leaping with multiple stomps to the hand he was working earlier in this match! BRAE cries out in pain, as SOSA keeps torturing that hand!
Flannery McCoy: He wraps his arms around the neck of BRAE and forces him up to his feet. He wraps his arm around the back of his head and hoists him up for a suplex—NO! BRAE floats behind him! SOSA turns around and BRAE with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! BUT AS BRAE CONNECTS WITH THE CHOP, THAT HAND GIVES OUT ON HIM! He wails out in agony and shakes it out, trying to follow through, but SOSA WITH A MASSIVE FOREARM RIGHT TO THE RIBS! HE NEARLY BROKE THEM RIGHT THERE!
Stew-O: BRAE stumbles around the ring, holding his body in agony. SOSA smirks, and then he leaps up! ‘STOLE YO—’ NO! BRAE HOOKS THE WAIST AND HE THROWS HIM DOWN BACK-FIRST TO THE CANVAS! SOSA rolls over, holding at his back! He swings for BRAE, who slides underneath and double underhooks both arms! TIGER SUPLEX! RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HENDERSON’S HEAD! He rolls away, clutching his head in pain! BRAE is up to his feet and he calls SOSA UP! BRAE runs off the ropes and he soars into a knee! Henderson falls forward, and he tumbles through the middle rope!
Jake Mercer: Now SOSA is the one that doesn’t have the slightest clue of where he’s at! BRAE shakes out his hand, but this is going to have to take a lot of grit and willpower from him! He pulls SOSA up by the hair and he wraps his arms around the top rope. BRAE raises his arm up in the air with a big grin on his face, and he unleashes THE TEN BEATS OF BRAE! BRAE STARTS SLAMMING HIS FIST DOWN ACROSS THE CHEST OF HENDERSON, REGARDLESS OF THE PAIN THAT IT’S CAUSING HIM! HE’S CLOSING HIS EYES AND GRITTING HIS TEETH, BARING FOR THE AGONY THAT HE’S IN RIGHT NOW! BOTH OF THESE MEN ARE HURTING, BUT IT’S SO MUCH HARDER TO FIGHT WITH AN INJURED HAND!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! OH…. TEEENNNNN!!!
Flannery McCoy: But he completes all ten shots to the chest! SOSA is laid out against the ropes and BRAE falls towards the middle ropes, panting and gasping out in pain. SOSA holds at his chest, grimacing. BRAE shakes out his hand, grimacing. Someone’s gotta budge at this point in the match, and there’s zero clue on who it could possibly be. He ascends up the ropes, wrapping his arms around the waist of Henderson. SOSA reaches around, a look of despair on his eyes as BRAE slowly, but surely, heaves him up off of the canvas!
Stew-O: Henderson is trying to fight the grip! He’s throwing punches to the hand of BRAE, and that’s enough to get BRAE to drop him! BRAE cries out, holding his hand! SOSA sees an opening and he takes the arm of BRAE, placing it over his shoulder! He raises it up, about to slam his arm down against his shoulderblade—but BRAE SWINGS INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD INSTEAD! NOW SOSA CAN’T REACH THE HANDS AS EASILY! BUT THIS IS AN ILLEGAL SUBMISSION!
Jake Mercer: I’m sure BRAE knows that, he’s just seeking an opening! He climbs up the ropes and he begins to heave SOSA’s body off of the canvas! SOSA’s eyes widen as he’s dangling in the air, thanks to this nasty choke from BRAE… and BRAE LEAPS BACK INTO THE RING WITH A SLEEPER SUPLEX! RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HENDERSON’S HEAD! OH MY GOD! THAT COULD’VE BEEN ENOUGH TO CONCUSS HIM OR EVEN BREAK HIS NECK!
Flannery McCoy: SOSA is laid flat on his back, and BRAE scrambles to the ropes! He takes them and pulls himself up to his feet! He leans back against the turnbuckles, extending his arms out and roaring! Does SOSA even know where he’s at right now?! BRAE bounces off the turnbuckles and he runs forward, leaping up in the air! ‘RED DEATH!’ HE JUST SLAMMED HIS ELBOW DOWN INTO THE THROAT OF HENDERSON! SOSA IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! AND BRAE HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, and advancing to the next round in the King Of Elite… the INTERWIRE CHAMPION, BRRAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ hits the speakers once more and BRAE rolls off of SOSA, on his fours. He feels the beads of sweat coming from his hair and hitting the canvas. BRAE kneels up and checks on his hand. The referee helps BRAE up and takes his wrist, raising it up high in the air. Henderson isn’t even moving, and BRAE stumbles backwards. He wraps an arm around the top rope, looking down at Henderson who remains motionless.)
Stew-O: That was one hell of a match and one hell of a performance from the Interwire Champion, who advances past the first round in the King Of Elite for the third year in a row. You can’t take anything away from BRAE, who really believes this could be his year to win the whole thing, and understandably so.
Jake Mercer: SOSA Henderson had a sound strategy going into this one. He really broke BRAE down, but when it came down to it? It didn’t amount to as much as he would’ve liked—and that’s gotta sting.
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely. He’s back to being forced to regroup, meanwhile BRAE gets to collect yet another big victory en route to his attempts to go and win the whole damn thing!
(A commercial plays commemorating the 30th anniversary of the Persona franchise.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera goes to the backstage area of the Oslo Spektrum, where backstage correspondent Michael Belfort is seen standing by in the designated interview area with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face. He takes a brief moment before beginning to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty, and what a show it has been so far! We are just moments away from our main event of the evening, which is our final King of Elite first-round matchup pitting Limmy Monaghan in a rematch against David Gideon Smith. That’s certainly going to be one to look forward to. But when it comes down to it, all roads in this tournament lead to the very top, and tonight, my guest is one of the people sitting comfortably at that apex. Please welcome at this time, the current EAW World Heavyweight Champion… Michael Machina!
(The crowd inside the arena erupts as Michael Machina is seen making his way into the scene. He has the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder with a confident expression on his face, taking a moment to let it all soak in before letting the interview commence.)
Michael Belfort: Thank you for joining me tonight, Machina.
Michael Machina: Of course, fire away.
Michael Belfort: First, I want to talk about Road To Redemption. You walked into the night with the odds stacked against you, but when it came down to it, you surpassed five of Dynasty’s very best to have your hand raised in victory. Can I ask your thoughts now that it’s all said and done?
(Machina adjusts the title over his shoulder as his eyes narrow.)
Michael Machina: I mean, let’s face reality here, was there any doubt in the first place? From the very moment I established that I would be walking into the Extreme Elimination Chamber as the World Heavyweight Champion, I had the utmost intention of walking out of it with that title still around my waist. And that was never some empty promise I was never going to be capable of fulfilling; it was something that was proven time after time again. Mr. Road To Redemption, you might as well call me, because I made the most deadly structure, the devil’s playground, my bitch, and everyone else in the match was forced to bend the knee due to the sheer willpower. What you saw last month wasn’t an introduction like it was the first time around; it was a goddamn statement, and I hope everyone on the Friday Night Dynasty roster is taking notice.
(The crowd inside the arena erupts as Machina pats his title, continuing.)
Michael Machina: But now we have to move on, don’t we? It’s a new year, and therefore it’s a fresh slate for the New Legend. I wish I could say that I knew what was next, but the reality is that I don’t, because that’s where the King of Elite comes in. And I’m sure that you have a question or two for me about that, don’t you?
Michael Belfort: Yes, I do. There’s a high chance that the winner of the tournament could shoot for the World Heavyweight Championship when it’s all said and done. Are you keeping an eye on the field?
Michael Machina: When I look at the field, I see people I’ve already beaten, and let me just say that I’m not impressed. But it’s fine, they’re more than welcome to take their shot, because my job has always been to elevate the competition, to take it to that next level, and I hope that by giving them the ass-whooping that they deserve at my hands, that they up their game to make sure that doesn’t happen the next time around. So yeah, Michael, I’m watching real closely, but just know all their efforts are not going to mean anything if they make it that far just to not be able to finish the job. I’m fully intending on the result staying the same regardless of what happens at King of Elite, and that’s Michael Machina still being your World Heavyweight Champion.
???: Is that so?
(The camera goes over to show Limmy Monaghan as he makes his way to the scene. He has his ring gear on, ready for his match against David Gideon Smith coming up next, as he narrows his eyes at Michael Machina.)
Limmy Monaghan: Don’t mistake your current elevation for permanent residence. You look at that bracket and see Elitists that you’ve already beaten, yet the reality is that I look at it and see the path to rectifying a year of silence. Tonight, I face reality head-on, and I don’t hide from it. The reality is, I have been denied for too long.
(Limmy steps forward, eyeing the World Heavyweight Championship before going on.)
Limmy Monaghan: You’re on your soapbox, calling yourself a God and a shepherd amongst other buzzwords, but you’re just keeping the seat warm. So here is a warning, not a threat, but a promise from the Ace. Once I conquer this tournament, and make no mistake about it, I will conquer it, whether it’s through David Gideon Smith tonight or anyone else standing in my way… I am coming for you. You’d better watch your back, because I’m coming to take back the title that I put on the map long before you decided to grace us with your New Legend.
(Machina listens to this, as he can only smirk before going on.)
Michael Machina: Is that right? Are you gonna conquer the field? Limmy, let’s cut the poetic wax and look at the hard truth you love to preach so much. You’re talking about worth and value, but the receipts lately? They’re bouncing. You’re talking about finals, you’re talking about coming for my throne, but you’re conveniently overlooking the shark tank you have to swim through just to get a glimpse of me.
(Machina shrugs as he continues with what he has to say.)
Michael Machina: You’re not some damn inevitable threat? To me, you’re just a variable that’s been solved. You’re not the Ace right now; you’re just another name in a bracket I’ve already outgrown. There are plenty of hungry dogs in this tournament, Limmy, people with momentum, people with actual results… and frankly, you’re just not that special anymore. You’re a relic trying to polish off the dust while I’m busy building the future. So don’t worry about my back, and don’t worry about this title. Worry about actually making it out of the preliminaries without choking on your own legacy, because I honestly doubt I’ll be seeing you winning this tournament at all.
(The crowd oohs at this as Limmy keeps his gaze. There seems to be a tinge of frustration, but it’s hidden as Limmy continues.)
Limmy Monaghan: We’ll see about that.
(Limmy shifts his gaze toward Gorilla Position, turning back to Machina one last time.)
Limmy Monaghan: Just know… I don’t anticipate it being very long until our next encounter. And when that time comes, your future is going to collide violently with the eternal.
(Limmy brushes past the World Heavyweight Champion, making his way out of the scene without another glance. Machina turns around and watches him leave, taking a deep breath before walking the opposite way. It’s the last shot shown before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is a KING OF ELITE ROUND ONE, scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Razorface’ by Celldweller can be heard across the speakers as the audience allows for their mixed reactions to be heard, with David Gideon Smith emerging from the back. His face remains obstructed from view with his cloak, as he methodically paces down the ramp with his gaze set toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 245 pounds… ‘THE SOVEREIGN’, DAVID GIDEOOOOOOOOOOOON SMITH!!!
Stew-O: Ahead of this first round for King of Elite, David Gideon Smith has certainly been acclimating as an elitist to keep eyes on frequently, as he has been able to battle competition that is more than just the upper echelon, future Hall of Famers & World Champions that allowed him to evolve the further along he resides within the competitive landscape.
Flannery McCoy: Fresh off facing Methuselah, that much is certain, David has kept himself busy in this realm of competition & he does not intend on slowing down, as he’s up against immense competition tonight!
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandez can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds loudly for the arrival of Limmy Monaghan. The former World Champion looks ahead to the ring, focused on his match tonight as he proceeds to step himself down the ramp, prepared for his outing with David.)
Stephie Love: And introducing his opponent! Residing from Golden Beach, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds… LIMMYYYYYYYYYY MONAGHAN!!!
Stew-O: Despite the Chamber loss, Limmy Monaghan will be looking to bolster all of the setbacks that have occurred so far & compound much of that into garnering momentum that’ll help him best, which can proceed accordingly as he steps into the ring with an elitist who wants nothing more than to make a statement & redeem losses.
Flannery McCoy: As King of Elite round one is always important, we know that this can be an immense match for David Gideon Smith to gain his own sliver of comeuppance for, but also a crucial match for Limmy as well, as he looks to keep to his winning ways strong!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off!!! David Gideon Smith is getting an immense match here against Limmy Monaghan right here on Dynasty! This should pose to be an increasingly interesting matchup as Limmy & David find themselves going one on one against one another here, and this can mean a great deal in terms of momentum being built for one of these men through King of Elite! David & Limmy emerge from their corners as they pace themselves around the ring accordingly, to usher in a bit more of a methodical pace that can aid both of them as well.
Flannery McCoy: As both men proceed to move toward one another to initiate a collar and elbow tie-up!! These elitists are looking to push the other back as this is always a mark for how the beginning stretch of a match ends up going, with David managing to garner enough of a pushback against Monaghan as Smith is now shoving Limmy back into the ropes! The referee is counting down now, as David is keeping this control maintained just before the count of five as he lets go of the hold, his hands raised with a brief smirk on his face too!
Jake Mercer: ‘Cause David is now AIMING FOR A SWING—BUT LIMMY DUCKS UNDER AND DAVID TURNS DIRECTLY INTO A FOREARM!!! Monaghan is keeping David at bay as his opponent is now motioning along the side of the ring while trying to keep himself away from Limmy briefly, but Monaghan sends ANOTHER FOREARM across his jaw for good measure there! Gideon is left struggling now as Limmy is keeping David at bay with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP across the chest, all the while the referee is back to counting down! Limmy now keeps a grasp of Gideon’s wrist, as he’s looking to irish whip his opponent toward the opposite corner!
Stew-O: But Gideon is keeping a strong hold of Limmy’s wrist while also grasping onto the ropes!!! Limmy tries to yank David off—BUT GIDEON PULLS MONAGHAN FORWARD & LOOKS TO CLOTHESLINE LIMMY OUT OF THE RING AS WELL!!! BUT LIMMY HOLDS ON! Monaghan maintains a clutch of the ropes as he’s stood over the apron, with David quickly turning himself right around as he takes note of Monaghan being able to maintain his footing, looking for a FOREARM HERE TO KNOCK HIM DOWN—
Flannery McCoy: BUT MONAGHAN BLOCKS THE FOREARM WITH AN ARM TO COVER UP—AND SENDS A BACK ELBOW IS SUCCESSFUL ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF SMITH!! Limmy is able to keep himself in all of the control necessary as David is motioning downward, leaning forward as Limmy now finds himself in the best position possible to take Gideon Smith in for the whirlwind of hurt! Limmy proceeds to hop over the top rope & right onto David here… AS HE’S ABLE TO TURN IT AROUND WITH A JUMPING TORNADO DDT!!! DAVID IS IN TROUBLE HERE!!! Limmy maintains the pin here as well!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! David is able to kick out as he’s rolling himself away from Limmy, shaking his head as this may become an issue for Gideon Smith if he allows the former World Champion to affect him further! Limmy is rising upward, as he’s motioning toward David while he’s dragging himself upward with the ropes, as Monaghan is sending a knee across the abdomen to keep Gideon at bay! David is left in the driver’s seat as Limmy is now rolling David forward and into the seated position, as he’s rushing past Gideon and toward the ropes, before running back and NAILING THE LOW DROPKICK AGAINST THE JAW OF DAVID!!!
Stew-O: Which becomes just enough for David to find himself rolling out of the ring and bringing himself to the outside! David is clutching onto his jaw, as Limmy is able to sit himself upward before rolling himself out of the ring as well!! He looks to maintain all of the momentum that he has in this match as David has been unable to find the most suitable answer for Monaghan—’TILL GIDEON SMITH SENDS A HEEL KICK THAT CUTS OFF LIMMY!!! Limmy is temporarily stunned for the moment as David is now lifting Limmy upward into a fireman’s carry—
Flannery McCoy: BEFORE SENDING LIMMY INTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH AN ARM DRAG INTO IT!!! Limmy is left reeling as he’s keeping an arm draped over the barricade, with a hand to his abdomen as David is trying to control his breath here, after Monaghan is managing to uphold the control that he had in this match! David now finds himself focused on keeping this control for himself, as he’s taking a sharp grip of Limmy’s wrist before aiming for A ‘VOID THUNDER’ SIDE SLAM RIGHT ONTO THE HARD APRON!
Jake Mercer: AS LIMMY LANDS DIRECTLY ONTO THE APRON AS HIS BACK FEELS EVERY BIT OF IT!!!! THE TOP HALF OF THE STEPS BOLSTER OFF DUE TO THE IMPACT!! This is not going well for Limmy here as David is ensuring that he can take advantage in every capacity available to him here as well!! Monaghan is struggling to make a substantial deal as this is becoming a troubling spot for him to be, with David now dragging Limmy away from the steps and tossing him back into the ring in a quick fashion! Monaghan is finding himself in deep waters as David rolls himself back into the ring!
Stew-O: Which cannot be turning out all too well from here, as David is eyeing toward Limmy Monaghan is heightened focus here, not looking to spare Monaghan any of the leeway that he can be given by recovering further! Limmy is rising to a knee, with a hand over his own lower back as he is looking to rise here despite the pressure placed on him—AS GIDEON RUSHES TOWARD HIM WITH A BICYCLE KNEE RIGHT ACROSS HIS JAW HERE AS WELL!!! Limmy is down on the canvas Gideon is quickly rolling him over and hooking the leg for the cover!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Flannery McCoy: NOT THERE YET! Limmy with the kick out!!! David is sitting himself upward, as he’s nodding to himself while situating up onto a knee, taking a hold of Limmy’s head as he’s looking for repeated rights across his skull while Limmy is shielding for the moment! Gideon does not want to give any leeway to Monaghan as he’s now rising back up to his own two feet, with his eyes set on Smith as he’s now looking to come closer to putting an end to the match here as he’s lifting Limmy over his shoulders once more, motioning toward the ropesto DROP HIM NECK FIRST OVER THE ROPES—
Jake Mercer: BUT LIMMY SQUIRMS FREE AND BEHIND DAVID—SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!! David is dropped right over his neck as Monaghan is returning to his feet! Gideon Smith is remaining vulnerable here, trying to rise upward—AS LIMMY IS ABLE TO LIFT DAVID DOWNWARD WITH A SIDESLAM BACKBREAKER!!! David is left for the ringer as the back of his neck is sent crashing onto the canvas, with Gideon Smith wide-eyed as he finds himself stunned for the moment! Limmy is finding another realm to take control here, as David is shaking his own head through the daze currently being felt!
Stew-O: With David trying to rise upward, willing himself back up as he’s struggling an ample amount while Monaghan is rushing toward him as he’s on the rise—ABLE TO NAIL A SWIFT ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE JAW OF DAVID THERE!! David is stumbling forward and dropping to a knee, with Limmy keeping his focus placed directly on Smith while he is struggling to rise back up to his feet.. ‘TILL LIMMY TAKES HOLD WITH A BRIDGING HALF-NELSON SUPLEX TO SPIKE DAVID INTO THE MAT!! Limmy hooks the leg as the referee is now counting down!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Flannery McCoy: NO! DAVID IS ABLE TO KICK OUT!! Limmy is sitting up afterward with a nod, feeling the energy of this match truly emerge here as he’s not wasting another moment to drag David over to the corner, leaning him against the corner as Monaghan is looking to maintain the pressure—WITH A CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST THAT KEEPS HIM AT BAY! Smith is suppressed to a substantial degree as Limmy is maintaining this control with repeated kicks sprawling across the chest while the referee is counting down on Limmy!!!
Jake Mercer: ‘Till Limmy is now stepping back, the word of the referee being met as the former World Champion is now motioning away from the corner and over to the opposite corner, as he’s maintaining his target on David Gideon Smith while looking to keep David down with all of the momentum that he is able to withhold for himself! Monaghan is now rushing forward as HE LOOKS FOR A DROPKICK AGAINST THE CORNER—
Stew-O: EDGE LOGIC II’!!!!! SPINNING CRESCENT KICK CAUSES LIMMY TO DROP AS HE’S NAILED BY DAVID!!! Limmy is absolutely dazed out of his mind right now and it’s not looking good, while David is bringing himself upward and taking notice of the debilitated state that Limmy is finding himself in right now! Gideon Smith proceeds to drag Limmy over & into place, with his gaze fixated on his opponent as he is not looking to restrain himself from delivering on taking down an acclaimed elitist in this company!
Flannery McCoy: AS HE ROCKS LIMMY WITH A ‘RESONANCE’ CHOKEHOLD STO DRIVER!!! Limmy Monaghan finds himself in a bad spot here as David is now looking to hook the leg, as the referee slides to the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Jake Mercer: NO! LIMMY KICKS OUT!! David is now feeling the frustration begin to seep through, as he sits himself upward while trying to maintain all of the control that he can garner further while Limmy is still down—AS HE YANKS LIMMY RIGHT INTO THE CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!!! The submission is applied as Limmy is now finding all of the pressure being placed around his neck as Gideon has his own arm wrapped around his neck to ensure that Monaghan does not find any breathing room to escape! This is a very bad spot for Limmy to be in, and this can surely spell the end for him if he isn’t careful!
Stew-O: But David has done more than enough of a critical effort in suppressing Monaghan, as Limmy is finding himself in the most unfavorable position possible here where the referee is now maintaining an increased inspection of this submission! BUT LIMMY IS LOOKING TO RISE! Monaghan is steadily rising as he is carrying all of the weight that is David Gideon Smith! David seems seems to be stressing right about now at the strength of Limmy to keep rising! But Limmy is now up to his feet, and he THEN FALLS FLAT TO MAKE DAVID LET GO OF THE SUBMISSION!
Flannery McCoy: BUT DAVID QUICKLY LATCHES HIS ARMS AROUND HIS HEAD FOR A REAR NAKED CHOKE NOW!! Despite the slam back, the reflex from David Gideon Smith allows for Limmy to be placed in another troubling spot in this match, where this can translate either way as this match continues to become a heated contest! David is shaking his own head here as he is trying to wrench around the neck of Limmy for everything that this victory is worth! The referee is maintaining a very close look at Monaghan as he’s assessing the matter!
Jake Mercer: But Monaghan is refusing to give in!!! He’s fighting for everything that he’s got within him to stay in this match, shaking his own head as he’s trying to get himself upward, refusing to be giving into this submission despite David wrapping his arms around his entire head to keep this choke applied! Limmy is steadily rising again, with a hand over the forearm of David as he does so, refusing to let this get to him in any manner that can put him down, as he’s now able to get himself back up—BEFORE SHIFTING BACK AND ONTO THE MAT WITH A SUDDEN PIN AS HE SHOOTS BACK & OVER HIM! DAVID’S SQUIRMING!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Stew-O: NO! DAVID IS ABLE TO PUSH LIMMY OFF OF HIMSELF! Limmy is now freed from David’s clutches as he is quickly motioning himself away, while David is now trying to get himself back into a much proper position as he’s using the ropes to drag himself upward, shaking his own head as he does not want this opportunity to slip past him anytime soon! David now finds his eyes back on Limmy, who is taking more of his time in getting up as David is gritting his teeth, rushing forward & toward Limmy Monaghan as he’s looking for the ‘ERGO SUM’ TO SEAL THE DEAL—
Flannery McCoy: LIMMY WITH A SUDDEN HEADBUTT CAUSES DAVID TO STOP IN HIS TRACKS! The headbutt is enough to cause David to reel immensely as he is struggling to keep himself together, dropping to a knee as Limmy now has his own opportunity here to put David Gideon Smith down & defeat him once more! Limmy is now pulling David forward & beneath him, looking to drill him downward as he proceeds to SPIKE GIDEON SMITH INTO THE CANVAS WITH ‘ASCALON’!!! PILEDRIVER LEADS TO LIMMY HOOKING THE LEG FROM HERE!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! DAVID IS ABLE TO KICK OUT & SHOOT THE ARM UPWARD—AS LIMMY CATCHES THE ARM, AND LOCKS THE ARM AROUND HIS LEG BEFORE APPLYING THE CROSSFACE SUBMISSION!!! DAVID IS IN TROUBLE! Limmy is wrenching back on the neck of David Gideon Smith as he is left in a very bad spot here! The referee is keeping a very keen eye on David as he is refusing tap out, but every second he’s spending in this damn submission is just that much more agonizing if he can’t get himself out of this submission! Limmy is refusing to let go in his own right!
Stew-O: AS DAVID IS ABLE TO SHIFT HIS WEIGHT AROUND & MAKE LIMMY LET GO WHEN ROLLING HIMSELF AWAY! David is rising to his feet, refusing to keep himself down here as he’s looking to maintain any pressure that he can, rushing himself toward Limmy—‘TILL HE’S SWIFTLY CAUGHT WITH A KNEE ACROSS THE JAW! David drops to his own knee, as Limmy backs himself away while leaning against the ropes, glaring toward David as he understands that his chance to punch his ticket further into the King of Elite tournament is right there! LOOKING FOR ‘DIVINE DEPARTURE’—
Flannery McCoy: BUT DAVID RAKES HIS EYES OUT OF REFEREE’S LINE OF SIGHT! THEN SLAMS LIMMY THROAT FIRST AGAINST THE ROPES!!! OH NO! LIMMY IS COUGHING UP A STORM AS HE CAN BARELY BREATHE AFTER THAT! MONAGHAN IS TRYING TO STAY ON HIS FEET AS HE IS TURNING TOWARD DAVID—AND HE’S IN TROUBLE AS SMITH YANKS HIM FORWARD, AND INTO
‘THE BLACKSTAR PILEDRIVER’!!!! DAVID IS WASTING NO CHANCES AS HE SPIKES LIMMY INTO THE MAT WITH THE DEVASTATING PILEDRIVER, HOOKING THE LEG AFTERWARDS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… DAVID GIDEON SMITHHHHHH!!!!
Flannery McCoy: DAVID DOES IT! HE TAKES ADVANTAGE TO DEFEAT LIMMY! Wow, David Gideon Smith was truly putting up as much as he could against the former World Heavyweight Champion, dishing out all of the offense against him and looking to suppress him with each chance that he had to garner control in the match! But Limmy had an answer against his struggles!
Stew-O: This became quite the battle between these two elitists in order to by for that King of Elite advancement, as Limmy was looking to apply further pressure in this match, but David resorted to all of the tricks that he could possibly pull in order to garner the victory here and even the score as well with the former World Champion. Congratulations to David Gideon Smith on advancing, and thank you all for joining us! See you next week!
(David Gideon Smith rises to his feet, as the referee raises his hand in victory while Limmy recovers on the apron, sitting himself upward against the ropes with a hand over his head as he shakes his own head in disappointment. David smirks to himself as he nods to the victory, remaining in triumph as the audience reacts accordingly with the scene fading.)
