(EAw intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. When the montage ends, it transitions over into a live look of the arena and fans in attendance. Pyro goes off, and then, the camera switches from the stage to the commentary table.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! It is the go-home show for House of Glass, and what an event that plans to be! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!
Jake Mercer: Lots to look forward to, especially with our main event! Interwire title is up for grabs as BRAE defends against Effy McAvoy, a rematch of their bout from King of Elite where Effy was able to beat him for the New Breed title! Will she be able to do the same thing, or has BRAE gotten better since their last encounter?
Flannery McCoy: An interesting matchup for sure, but now, we go over to the ring!
(Friday Night Dynasty then transitions over from the commentary table to the stage, as immediately, the Utah crowd is met with the sounds of ‘Vent (Original Version)’ by Baby Keem ft. Kendrick Lamar is heard playing through the speakers of the arena. They react with a loud reaction as the camera goes over to the stage to show a serious-looking Methuselah as he makes his way out from billowing smoke. Fire erupts from both sides, as he glares at the ring, taking a brief moment to compose himself before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… THE CHAIRMAN OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING!!!!!!!!!! METHUSELAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: It’s safe to say these past couple of weeks have been quite the busy ones for the Chairman, as Methuselah has found himself embroiled in issues with his former War Games teammates in Drake King and BRAE. It’s all boiled into what is going to go down next week, House of Glass, in what is bound to be an explosive triple threat match.
Flannery McCoy: But right now, Methuselah kicks off Dynasty, as it seems like he’s going to give his final words ahead of their match coming up real soon. I could only imagine what is about to come, but I certainly think that both BRAE and Drake are watching this very intently, knowing that anything can happen at this juncture.
Jake Mercer: Well, it’s as Methuselah says, OVER FOR THOU! He looks to deal the finishing blow to both of them, and knowing what he’s capable of, I think that’s well within his power to do. I guess we’re just going to have to see what is going to happen, and oh boy, I just can’t wait!
(Methuselah makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He then makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area, while ‘Vent (Original Version)’ then begins to come to a close. As he makes his way toward the center of the ring, he takes a moment to pause and let the crowd quiet down, before then raising his microphone as he begins to speak.)
Methuselah: There is a particular… arrogance… in the air, isn’t there? A stench of two men who believe that somehow, they hold dominion over this saga. Drake King. BRAE. Two self-anointed heirs to a kingdom that they never built, daring to presume that their acts of rebellion have wrestled any semblance of control from me. You two believe you’ve turned the tables… when you haven’t even realized you’re still seated at my table. You believe you’ve ignited some grand chaos between us, when in truth… you’ve merely annoyed me.
(Methuselah lightly chuckles at this as he shakes his head. He takes a brief moment before then beginning to continue with what he has to say.)
Methuselah: If you had listened, if you had followed, if you had… for even a fleeting moment… understood the words I spoke at Territorial Invasion, you would not be standing on the precipice of your own undoing. But you chose folly. You chose vanity. You chose to prove yourself to me… when no such proof was either required nor desired. And so, you will pay. You will pay for your insolence. You will pay for your waste of my precious, irrevocable time. You have cost me enough. My words, my designs, my order… all squandered upon two children desperate to crown themselves prophets. And so, gentlemen… I have made a decision befitting your failure. House of Glass will not be a mere triple threat…
(Methuselah pauses, looking up at the hard camera with a glare.)
Methuselah: It will be 10,000 Shards.
(The crowd roars in approval of this as Methuselah maintains a stern composure, taking a moment before then continuing to speak.)
Methuselah: 10,000 splinters of consequences, 10,000 mirrors reflecting every mistake you have made since the moment you defied me. I will carve your lessons not with tongue, but with glass. I will reduce your prophecy to powder, and when the blood wets the canvas, perhaps then… perhaps… you’ll understand the heresy of believing you ever had power in this. For let us be emphatically clear: I hold every card.
(Methuselah starts to pace around, letting his words sink in not just to everyone in attendance, but to his opponents who are surely watching from wherever they are.)
Methuselah: It is I who commands the fate of House of Glass. It is I who decides if you bleed, if you crawl, if you ever stand again. It is I who decides whether you leave that ring as martyrs or as memories. You do not play this game, Drake. You do not author this scripture, BRAE. You are simply characters in the fable that I have been writing since before either of you drew breath within this industry. But after I’m finished with you… There will be greater matters to attend to. For Friday Night Dynasty has rotted beneath the weight of egos and impostors. The World Heavyweight Championship adorns pretenders such as the Machine. The show bears no savior. The throne lies unattended. And you made it clear… through your foolishness… that no one else is worthy of bearing that salvation. So simply put, I shall reclaim it.
(The crowd murmurs at this, listening to what the Chairman has to say intently.)
Methuselah: I will tear this brand from the jaws of madness and return it to the realm of greatness it once basked in. I will seize the World Heavyweight Championship, and I will do so not for vanity, but for preservation… For deliverance. For Dynasty itself, which now cries for a redeemer, and knows the only answer is myself. To both of you, you wanted war with me when you could have had an empire under me. Now all you shall have… is ruin. 10,000 Shards, I finally take back my kingdom. OVER FOR THOU-
(Before Methuselah can finish what he’s saying, ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii begins to blare through the speakers of the arena as the crowd roars in response. The camera then goes over to the stage as it focuses on the Interwire Champion as he makes his way out from the backstage area. BRAE has a look of intent on his face as he glares directly at Methuselah, taking a brief moment to embrace the atmosphere here in Utah tonight before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stew-O: Here comes the Interwire Champion, and we know that he has a big match against Effy McAvoy in the main event with his title on the line, but I think he’s made it clear that his main focus is putting an end to this debacle that he’s been having with Methuselah and Drake King.
Flannery McCoy: All three of them have certainly had their share of words these past couple of weeks, and have made it known just how much this match means to them and their future. Methuselah has made it known his full intentions, and I’m certain that BRAE is going to make it known right now just how he feels about it.
Jake Mercer: What a confrontation! Oh man, I’m just getting so giddy seeing this. I might just get wet!
Stew-O: ???
Jake Mercer: I mean, like, sweaty!
Flannery McCoy: ???
(BRAE makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area before turning around and approaching Methuselah. ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ then begins to come to a close as BRAE takes a brief moment, before then beginning to speak.)
BRAE: You know what I find funny, Methuselah? Out of the two of us… out of the two who stood beside you at Territorial Invasion… I was the one who gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was the one who entertained the idea that maybe, just maybe, you could lead. That you could marshal something greater than pride, and that we could walk into War Games under one singular banner and leave with victory… But I suppose we both know how that turned out.
(BRAE smirks at this, as Methuselah scrunches his face for a brief, lingering moment.)
BRAE: You stood atop your podium, preaching providence, writing scripture with your own name etched at the center… and when it came time to deliver? We didn’t walk out as conquerors; we merely walked out defeated. And then, and only then, did it click to me… this was never about unity. Never about empire. This was about you, your vanity, your hunger to be revered. So now you stand here, dressed in destiny, speaking in plagues and kingdoms… but all I see is a man desperate to keep his throne from sinking under him. Because that’s what this all is, isn’t it? Petty conflict. A spiral of pride between three men who refuse to yield. Drake wants to burn it all, you want to restore it all, and me? I simply want to move beyond it all.
(BRAE adjusts his Interwire Championship over his shoulder, taking a brief look at it before then proceeding to look up at Methuselah, continuing his speech.)
BRAE: But I’ve entertained this long enough. I’ve let this war eclipse what truly matters. I hold the Interwire Championship, the title I vowed to make the very heart of Dynasty. A title I’ve elevated, defended, and fought for. But your crusade, your drama, your biblical self-indulgence? It’s made me look past that. Chasing prophecy instead of purpose. And you know what? All of that ends next week at House of Glass. I’m not walking into 10,000 Shards to prove myself to you; I’m walking in to end this. To put the final nail in the coffin of all of this. I fight for more than legacy, more than ego, I fight for what I’ve built here. And whether you sit on your throne or burn on your cross… I will walk out still Champion in purpose, with the Interwire Championship in hand, and I will do what I must. You don’t command my fate; you certainly do not script my downfall. You can do what you so choose, Methuselah… but you will never cut away my resolve. And there is nothing that you can do to stop that.
(The crowd roars in response to this. Methuselah can only smirk at this as he slowly lifts his microphone.)
Methuselah: How idiotic. How woefully, tragically naive. To think that you… you… grip any measure of control in the events to come. You speak of ending this? Of writing final chapters? This book was written long ago, and it never involved you in the slightest. What awaits you at House of Glass is inevitable. You do not walk toward resolution. You walk toward reckoning, and with every step you take to resist it… Only stretches the suffering. I had hoped… truly… that you might have absorbed even a droplet of the wisdom I offered at War Games. That amidst your pride, there might remain a mind capable of reason. But no. You prattle of purpose, of titles, of moving beyond while failing to grasp the simplest truth… You cannot move beyond what binds you. And at House of Glass… you are bound to me.
BRAE: No, see, that’s where you’re wrong. You bind nothing. You lead nothing. The only thing you’ve held onto is the illusion that we’re all still orbiting your gravity. But I’ve already broken away, and I don’t mean to speak for him, but Drake has already broken away as well. You’re the only one still clinging to a dynasty that no longer kneels. You can call it prophecy, call it fate, call it whatever you want, but all I see out of you is desperation.
Methuselah: And I will call yours… delusion.
(Methuselah chuckles, as BRAE only listens intently to what he has to say. It’s not long after that that the Chairman continues.)
Methuselah: Now pray tell, where is your little partner anyway-
(CRACK!)
Stew-O: OH! FROM BEHIND! METHUSELAH JUST GOT STRUCK-
Flannery McCoy: BY DRAKE KING! DRAKE IS HERE, AND HE HAS A STEEL CHAIR IN HIS HAND! I DON’T THINK HE’S HERE TO TALK!
Jake Mercer: BRAE QUICKLY CHARGES AT HIM-
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE JUST TOOK THE CHAIR AND THREW IT DIRECTLY AT THE FACE OF BRAE! BRAE STAGGERS BACK AS THIS GIVES DRAKE THE OPPORTUNITY!
Flannery McCoy: TO RUN FORWARD AS HE CONNECTS WITH THE ‘GUILLOTINE’ RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE! SICK KICK COMPLETELY WIPES HIM OUT! AND NOW HE’S ALREADY BACK UP ON HIS FEET!
Jake Mercer: AS HE RUSHES FORWARD AND FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A SICKENING ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ TO PLANT METHUSELAH DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
Stew-O: AND IT’S DRAKE KING WHO STANDS TALL JUST A WEEK BEFORE HOUSE OF GLASS! COULD THIS BE A PREVIEW OF WHAT IS TO COME?!
(Drake has an enraged expression on his face as he’s up on his feet, looking down at both BRAE and Methuselah, who are completely wiped out and unconscious. The last shot seen is the crowd booing Drake relentlessly while he stands at the center of the ring, soaking it all in, before Friday Night Dynasty then begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(Dynasty fades backstage where General Manager Tyrone Montgomery is standing in front of Kirk Redwood, Grace De Luca and Anna Wautier. The three Elitists are standing in a semi-circle, looking at Tyrone. Tyrone looks cautious. Mostly because Kirk looks like he’s ready to kill him, but that’s just Kirk’s resting bitch face.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Now, I noticed some dissent between the three of you and I figured that it may be a good time for you guys to settle their differences…at House of Glass.
(The crowd pops for the announcement. Kirk Redwood, Grace De Luca and Anna Wautier look at each other with intense stares on their faces.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Now, with this announcement and tonight’s main event, I decided to kill two birds with one stone here. Since the Interwire Championship will not be defended at House of Glass, I declare that the three of you will face off to determine the number one contender for the Interwire Championship.
(The crowd pops once more for the added stipulation for the triple threat match. That, combined with the number one contendership and then, a House of Glass stipulation that is not known to the public yet, this is going to be a gruesome match. Grace De Luca groans.)
Grace De Luca: Tyrone, please. I can’t stand to be in the same ring as these two! I don’t understand why I am being punished here? Kirk and Anna were the ones pushing my buttons. They started this whole situation. I am nothing more than a victim in this mess.
Anna Wautier: We were the ones pushing your buttons? You were the one who wanted to take your frustrations out on me!
Kirk Redwood: She has a point there –not that in the same camp of backing up Anna. Both of you stand in my way from claiming my first single’s championship in EAW. I’m just glad that this whole issue is going to be sorted out soon, so I don’t have my time wasted.
Grace De Luca: Oh, you’re not a victim in this mess either, Kirk. Maybe, if you weren’t such a nasty, ugly, mean man, you would be a bigger star than you already are!
Kirk Redwood: And maybe, if you didn’t walk around like you have a stick up your ass, you would be Specialists Champion!
(The crowd pops for that response. Grace De Luca and Kirk Redwood begin to argue inaudibly with each other. The crowd is loving this, but Tyrone Montgomery is looking very uncomfortable by the situation. Anna Wautier shakes her head, clearly not amused by the situation whatsoever.)
Anna Wautier: You two are behaving like children here.
Grace De Luca: Says the one that looks like an absolute child. You’re the reason why we lost the match in the very first place last week!
Anna Wautier: Where were you to break up the submission? Maybe, you could have been a bit faster, if the results mattered to you so much.
Kirk Redwood: She’s got a point there.
Anna Wautier: Kirk, my condolences for you tonight! Best of all luck with trying to deal with Grace! She thinks that she can do no wrong here! When she tries to blame you for the inevitable loss coming your way, make sure you punch her as hard as possible for me!
Grace De Luca: We’re not going to lose! If there is something that Kirk flourishes in, it’s tag team wrestling! If there is something that I flourish in, it’s being an absolute star! We are a team that cannot lose!
(The three Elitists begin to argue once more. It’s unclear of where this argument is headed, but Tyrone Montgomery scratches the side of his head, his patience running thing as –)
Tyrone Montgomery: ENOUGH! THE THREE OF YOU, SAVE YOUR ENERGY FOR TONIGHT! ANNA, YOU GOT DRAKE KING TONIGHT! KIRK AND GRACE, YOU GOT YOUR MATCH NEXT! GO GET ON THE SAME PAGE AND NOT CAUSE ME ANY MORE TROUBLE! NOW, GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!
(Tyrone Montgomery’s yelling startles the three Elitists. The three Elitists look at each other. Grace De Luca rolls her eyes and exits the office first. Then, it’s Kirk Redwood, who shakes his head. Lastly, Anna Wautier leaves the office. All there’s left is Tyrone Montgomery and the bottle of Tylenol in his desk behind him. The scene fades back to ringside.)
(‘Genie in a Bottle’ by Christina Aguilera sounds through the speakers as Grace De Luca comes out in a pink version of her signature ring gear. She is her sassy and confident self before ‘Ballad of a Prodigal Son’ by Lincoln Durham cuts off the pop song as Kirk Redwood comes out, looking all rugid and intense. He looks towards Grace’s direction, but walks down the ramp without waiting for her.)
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!!!!
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST…THEY ARE THE TEAM OF ‘THE PARADIGM OF PERFECTION’ GRACE DE LUCA AND ‘THE UNKILLABLE’…KIRK REDWOOD!!!!!!
Stew-O: From how intense it got backstage with Tyrone Montgomery, I’m surprised that Grace De Luca and Kirk Redwood didn’t start brawling there! He, Grace and Anna Wautier are set to face off at House of Glass for a shot at the Interwire Championship! Tonight, Kirk and Grace need to put their egos aside to defeat Showtime!
Flannery McCoy: In tonight’s main event, BRAE will be defending the Interwire Championship against Effy McAvoy! Whoever wins at House of Glass between Kirk, Anna and Grace will face either BRAE or Effy for the Interwire Championship at a later date! I can assure you that Kirk and Grace, along with Anna, will be observing that main event, just hoping that they will find themselves facing one of them in the future!
Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood is a former Unified Tag Team Champion! Grace De Luca has created buzz within herself this past year! They are facing off against a team who will be facing FIre & Ice at House of Glass next Saturday! This is gonna be a great match, guys!
(‘24’s [Vocals Only]’ by T.I. begins to play through the speakers as Showtime – Akari Kiyoko and Damien Kutcher come out all hyped up. Both men are clearly confident in themselves as they do their signature handshake before walking down the ramp, more unified than Kirk Redwood and Grace De Luca.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING THEIR OPPONENTS…WEIGHING IN THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF 427 POUNDS…THEY ARE THE TEAM OF ‘THE DIVINE ONE’ DAMIEN KUTCHER AND ‘THE NEW HEART OF SHOWDOWN’ AKARI KIYOKO…THEY ARE SHOWTIME!!!!!!
Stew-O: These two men will be taking on Fire & Ice at House of Glass for the Unified Tag Team Championship! Speaking of Fire & Ice…
(The camera pans to Fire & Ice who are sat ringside. The Unified Tag Team Championships are on their laps. The crowd pops for Fire & Ice. Rex McAllister does a subtle nod and wave to the crowd. Raven Roberts is hyping up the crowd, who get louder in response.)
Flannery McCoy: Fire & Ice are sitting for this upcoming match! Most specifically, they are scouting their challengers for next Saturday! Akari Kiyoko and Damien Kutcher earned the right to face them at Midsummer Massacre! And now, they finally get their shots at the champions!
Jake Mercer: MONEY. HOES. CARS AND CLOTHES. :singing:
Stew-O: I guess, this match will now go!
Jake Mercer: BARZ, STEW!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: This match is underway! Kirk Redwood is beginning things off for his team with Grace De Luca! We have Akari Kiyoko beginning this off for Showtime!
Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood and Akari Kiyoko circle each other! They lock up! The two men are trying to push the other back! But, Akari senses his grasp slipping from him as he swoops behind Kirk, grabbing him by the waist! He lifts up Kirk, BUT KIRK LANDS ON HIS FEET! HE JABS A BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE OF AKARI AS THAT KNOCKS HIM BACK A BIT! KIRK TURNS AROUND BEFORE NAILING A FOREARM TO THE FACE OF AKARI! But, Akari connects with a sliding dropkick that takes Kirk to his knees! Then, he follows that up with a sliding clothesline! Akari begins to batter the former Unified Tag Team Champion with stiff right hands! He gets himself up, grabbing Kirk by the nape of his neck and tags in Damien Kutcher into the match up!
Referee: (off-mic) TAG!
Jake Mercer: DAMIEN KUTCHER HOPS OVER THE TOP ROPE! AKARI KIYOKO THROWS KIRK REDWOOD TO DAMIEN AS DAMIEN USES THE MOMENTUM OF THE THROW AND CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING SIDE SLAM! HE HOOKS THE LEG OF KIRK!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Kirk Redwood kicks out! Damien Kutcher is slapping the back of Kirk Redwood’s head! He does his own form of trash-talking – gee, I don’t think that’s the best approach to go with! Kirk, if provoked, is a different kind of beast, ladies and gentlemen! But, Damien manages to grab Kirk by the waist and lift him up with a German suplex! BUT, KIRK MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET! DAMIEN TURNS HIMSELF AROUND AS KIRK CHARGES RIGHT AFTER DAMIEN AND CONNECS WITH AN AXE HANDLE CLOTHESLINE! THIS KNOCKS DAMIEN TO THE GROUND! But, Damien doesn’t stay in the ground too long! He goes right after Kirk, but Kirk manages to place Damien in a fireman’s carry position!
Flannery McCoy: Damien Kutcher slides off Kirk Redwood’s shoulders! He lands right behind Kirk! Kirk turns himself around as Damien looks for a spinning heel kick, but Kirk ends up ducking it! He grabs the one of the feet of Damien before swiping his other foot and knocking him to the ground! Now, we see Kirk who is looking to apply a submission move! I think that he may be going for the single leg Boston crab here!
(Akari Kiyoko steps in between the top and middle rope, looking to find himself inside the ring. But, this causes the referee to focus on Akari. Kirk Redwood begins to trash talk Akari by telling him to “go back to his corner.”)
Jake Mercer: BUT, FLANNERY! FROM BEHIND, GRACE DE LUCA STEPS INSIDE THE RING AND CONNECTS WITH A HUGE KNEE DROP TO THE BACK OF DAMIEN KUTCHER’S HEAD! AKARI RUSHES INSIDE THE RING, LOOKING TO PUT A STOP TO GRACE, BUT GRACE SLIDES OUT OF THE RING THROUGH THE BOTTOM ROPE BEFORE AKARI COULD PUT HIS HANDS ON HER! AKARI DOES NOT SEEM TOO PLEASED WITH THAT!
(The crowd reigns in on the boos. Grace De Luca is ringside as she shrugs her shoulders, pretending that she did nothing wrong at all. Akari Kiyoko is more than annoyed with the situation, but eventually gets back to his corner.)
Stew-O: Grace De Luca saw that Kirk Redwood was in trouble and did what she could to turn the tides of the match in her favor! Kirk grabs Damien by the nape of his neck before throwing head first to the turnbuckle at the corner! Damien Kutcher turns himself around as Kirk begins to stomp on the gut of ‘The Divine One!’ Damien collapses to a seated position before Kirk presses on the neck of Damien! He holds him there for a moment as the referee begins his count!
Referee: (off-mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! STEP AWAY, KIRK!… TAG!
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca is tagged into the match! She steps through the middle rope as she switches positions with Kirk Redwood! Grace presses her foot on the neck of Damien Kutcher! She is checking her nails as the referee begins his count once more!
Referee: (off-mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! STEP AWAY, GRACE!
Jake Mercer: Grace De Luca slowly steps away from Damien Kutcher! Her hands are up like she’s a criminal as she watches Damien get to his feet! Slowly, we’re seeing Damien rise up to his feet, clutching the ropes as he yanks himself to his feet! But, Grace charges right after him with a big boot to the face!
Stew-O: BUT, Damien Kutcher manages to grab the foot of Grace De Luca! Grace has a look of remorse on her face as she begs for the taller Elitist to put her foot down! But, Damien connects with a dragon screw leg whip! ‘The Paradigm of Perfection’ is clutching her leg as Damien manages to grab onto that leg and connect with a giant elbow drop to the side of the leg! Now, he’s digging his elbow to the leg as Grace begins to cry out in pain! I think that the goal is to slow her down for the moment being, not to permanently injure her leg! Damien grabs Grace before taking her back with an exploder suplex! Grace is clutching that leg of her’s as she backs away to one of the corners! Damien goes charging right after her with a huge body splash to the corner! Grace is flattened like a goddamn pancake! She stumbles forward as Damien connects with a snapmare! Then, he gets right in front of her before nailing her with a huge back kick as that takes her to her back! He goes back to his corner and tags in Akari Kiyoko into the match!
Referee: (off-mic) TAG!
Flannery McCoy: AKARI KIYOKO IS BACK IN THIS MATCH! DAMIEN KUTCHER IS CONNECTING WITH LEFT AND RIGHT FOREARMS TO THE FACE! AKARI GETS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE BEFORE CONNECTING WITH AN ELBOW DROP ON GRACE DE LUCA! HE NAILS HER RIGHT ON THE CHEST AS HE GOES FOR A PIN FALL ATTEMPT!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
TTTTWWWWW–
Jake Mercer: Grace De Luca with a kick out! Akari Kiyoko gets to his feet! He grabs Grace by her hair and throws her back to one of the corners! Akari runs right after her, nailing her with a European uppercut as that sends her staggering forward! HE FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A CHOP TO THE CHEST AS GRACE SHRIEKS IN RESPONSE! SHE LOOKS TO TURN TO HER SIDE, BUT AKARI MANAGES TO TURN GRACE TOWARDS HIM BEFORE CONNECTING WITH ANOTHER CHOP TO THE CHEST OF GRACE! AND, ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER ONE! ONE LAST CHOP CAUSES GRACE TO FALL BACK TO THE MAT! BUT, AKARI IS JUST GETTING STARTED HERE! HE GETS GRACE UP TO HIS FEET BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A SERIES OF KAWADA KNEE STRIKES TO THE GUT OF GRACE!
(The camera pans to Fire & Ice, who are talking amongst themselves as they observe the match at ringside.)
Stew-O: Fire & Ice is most certainly observing this match up! Meanwhile, Akari Kyoko whips Grace De Luca to his corner with Damien Kutcher! Akari goes running towards Grace, nailing her with a flying forearm smash! This causes Grace to collapse to the ground as Akari begins to back away! His eyes never leave the sight of Grace before running right at her with a high angle dropkick to the face! The back of Grace’s head collided with that turnbuckle! Akari begins to stomp on the head of Grace! This causes the referee to back Akari away! But, look at Damien Kutcher! He’s inside the ring as he charges right after Grace with a knee to the face! Grace is already down, but Damien couldn’t help, but get back at Grace for what she did earlier in the match up! Kirk Redwood is beginning to yell at the referee to do his job!
Flannery McCoy: That’s a good observation there, Stew! And, Akari Kyoko turns around at the most perfect timing! But, Kirk Redwood isn’t too happy of a camper at the moment! I think that he’s looking for his own respective hot tag in this match up! Akari gets Grace to her feet as he throws her back to the corner! He begins to back away before charging at Grace at the corner with a big boot to her face! Then, he follows that up by connecting with a leg sweep before hopping over that top rope and topping off that sequence with a slingshot one leg dropkick to the face! This causes Grace to go down once more!
Jake Mercer: Akari Kiyoto grabs Grace De Luca up to a front headlock before pulling her up and looking for a suplex – BUT GRACE MANAGES TO LAND RIGHT BEHIND HIM! SHE STUMBLES BACK AS AKARI TURNS HIMSELF AROUND AS GRACE, OUT OF NOWHERE, CONNECTS WITH A ‘GRACE-FUL CLOTHESLINE’ – THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TURNS AKARI INSIDE OUT! IT SEEMS LIKE IT TOOK SOME OF THE WIND OUT OF GRACE AS SHE CRAWLS TO HER CORNER WITH KIRK REDWOOD! SHE’S GOING TO TAG THE FORMER UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPION INTO THIS MATCH!
Referee: (off-mic) TAG!
Stew-O: Kirk Redwood is tagged into the match as he steps into the ring once more! Akari Kiyoko slowly rises to his feet as Kirk runs right after ‘The New Heart of Showdown!’ He stops that so-called “heart” with an axe handle! AKARI FINDS HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET ONCE MORE, BUT KIRK CONNECTS WITH A LOUD CHOP TO THE CHEST OF AKARI! AND, ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER ONE! HE BACKS AKARI TO THE ROPES AS KIRK BEGINS TO CONNECT WITH SOME STIFF PUNCHES AS AKARI COLLAPSES ON THE SECOND MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE AT THE CORNER! THEN, KIRK CONNECTS WITH SOME RAPID EUROPEAN UPPERCUTS! EACH UPPERCUT MANAGES TO GET AKARI TO COLLAPSE DOWN, BUT KIRK PICKS HIM UP EACH TIME! THEN, HE GAUGES THE EYES OFF AKARI!
Flannery McCoy: The referee manages to get Kirk Redwood to back away! He is yelling at Kirk to not gauge the eyes off of Akari Kiyoko! Now, Kirk can get gritty inside the squared circle, if it needs to be! No one in this match has managed to play things within the rules, so what’s stopping him from doing the same thing? He grabs Akari by the arm, pulling him away from the corner and connects with a wrist pull clothesline!
Jake Mercer: BUT, KIRK REDWOOD HAS AKARI KIYOKO BY HIS ARM STILL! HE MANAGES TO CONNECT WITH A WRISTPULL KNEE STRIKE! AKARI COLLAPSES TO HIS KNEES! KIRK MANAGES TO GRAB AKARI BY EACH OF HIS EARS BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A SERIES OF HEADBUTTS – ‘X’D OUT’ IS WHAT HE LIKES TO CALL THIS PARTICULAR SPOT, GUYS! I THINK THAT HE MAY BE LOOKING TO KNOCK OUT AKARI!
Stew-O: But, Damien Kutcher steps into the ring to save his team! He connects with a shoulder tackle as that takes Kirk Redwood down! He looks to check on Akari Kiyoko to see if he’s alright! BUT, KIRK TURNS DAMIEN AROUND BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A FOREARM TO THE FACE! BUT, DAMIEN CONNECTS WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN! KIRK WITH A FOREARM! DAMIEN WITH A FOREARM! THE TWO BIGGER ELITISTS OF THIS MATCH UP ARE TRADING FOREARMS WITH EACH OTHER! WHICH ONE OF THEM IS GOING TO KNOCK DOWN THE OTHER FIRST?
Flannery McCoy: BUT, LOOK! FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! IT’S GRACE DE LUCA! SHE JUMPS FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! SHE LANDS RIGHT ON TOP OF DAMIEN KUTCHER! BUT, AKARI KIYOKO IS BACK TO HIS FEET AS HE LOOKS TO GET GRACE BACK TO HER CORNER AND OUT OF THE EQUATION FOR THE TIME BEING BY CONNECTING WITH A ‘DEAD STROKE’ – THE ROLLING THUNDER DDT TAKES HER DOWN!
(Akari Kiyoko is fired up, talking his shit to everyone. Fire & Ice are up on their feet in what they sense are the last moments of this match up. They get a closer look of the action at ringside while talking amongst themselves. Rex McAllister whispers something to Raven Roberts’ ear as she nods.)
Jake Mercer: THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ARE LOOKING TO GET A CLOSER LOOK OF THE ACTION INSIDE THE RING! KIRK REDWOOD CONNECTS WITH A ‘BLITZKREG BOP’ – THE KNEE TO THE BACK OF AKARI KIYOKO’S HEAD AS THAT TAKES HIM DOWN! KIRK IS LOOKING TO END THIS MATCH FOR HIS TEAM AS HE LOOKS FOR THE ‘.50 CAL PUNCH’ – THE SPRINGBOARD GIANT FOREARM TO THE FACE! THE MOVE CONNECTS AS I THINK IT MIGHT BE OVER HERE! KIRK GOES FOR THE COVER!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
TTTTT–
Stew-O: Damien Kutcher breaks up the pin! He saves Akari Kiyoko from costing his team the match! Grace De Luca gets herself inside the ring as she connects with a sharp dropkick to the abdomen of Damien! Grace grabs Kirk and pulls her back to the corner! She’s tagging herself back into the match!
Referee: (off-mic) TAG!
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca gets herself back into the match as she grabs Akari Kiyoko who was crawling back to his corner! She grabs him by the leg and pulls him away from Damien Kutcher who is more than waiting for the tag! BUT, AKARI COUNTERS WITH AN ENZIGURI THAT KNOCKS GRACE TO THE SIDE! AKARI JUMPS TO HIS CORNER AND TAGS IN DAMIEN TO THE MATCH!
Referee: (off-mic) TAG!
Jake Mercer: The crowd is going electric as Damien Kutcher steps inside the ring! Grace De Luca tries to go for the ‘Grace-ful Clothesline,’ BUT DAMIEN USES HER MOMENTUM AGAINST HER AND TAKES HER DOWN WITH ‘THE DIVINE SPINEBUSTER’ – THIS TAKES HER DOWN! GRACE FOLDS UP LIKE AN ACCORDION AS DAMIEN LOOKS TO END THIS MATCH AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! HE GRABS GRACE UP TO HER FEET BEFORE LOOKING FOR THAT HEADLOCK DRIVER THAT HE CALLS ‘THE DIVINE FINISH!’
Stew-O: BUT, GRACE DE LUCA ROLLS FORWARD AND OUT OF POSITION! SHE GETS HER HAND ON THE ROPES AS DAMIEN KUTCHER GOES AFTER HER, BUT GRACE LOOKS FOR ‘BITTERSWEET CHIN MUSIC’ – HER SUPERKICK, BUT DAMIEN MANAGES TO GRAB HER LEG BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A KNEE JAMMER AS THAT CAUSES ‘THE PARADIGM OF PERFECTION’ TO COLLAPSE DOWN! DAMIEN PICKS UP GRACE FOR A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AS THAT TAKES HER DOWN! DAMIEN IS FIRED UP NOW AS BEGINS TO GRAB GRACE BY HER LEGS AND HE’S GOING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER – ‘THE DIVINE SUBMISSION!’
Flannery McCoy: NOT IF KIRK REDWOOD CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! HE STEPS INSIDE THE RING, TRYING TO COME TO THE AID OF HIS PARTNER IN THIS MATCH UP! BUT, AKARI KIYOKO STEPS INSIDE THE RING AND CONNECTS WITH A KNEE STRIKE TO KIRK’S FACE! THEN, HE PICKS UP ‘UNKILLABLE’ BEFORE CONNECTING WITH AN INVERTED EXPLODER SUPLEX! KIRK ROLLS HIMSELF OUT OF THE RING, BUT AKARI IS NOT DONE HERE! HE SENDS HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES WITH A FOSBURY FLOP TO KIRK ON THE OUTSIDE!
Jake Mercer: Meanwhile, this provides Damien Kutcher with the opening to fully secure ‘The Divine Submission’ on Grace De Luca! But, look at ringside! It seems like Kirk Redwood didn’t go completely down from that fosbury flop! He is sliding back inside the ring with intentions to break up the submission hold!
Stew-O: BUT, AKARI KIYOKO IS HOLDING BACK ON KIRK REDWOOD’S LEG! MEANWHILE INSIDE THE RING, ‘THE DIVINE SUBMISSION’ IS LOCKED IN! DAMIEN KUTCHER TURNS TO FACE FIRE & ICE, WHO HAVE BEEN OBSERVING THIS MATCH AT RINGSIDE! HE DOES A BIT OF SHOWBOATING WHILE HAVING THE SUBMISSION APPLIED! GRACE DE LUCA IS SCREAMING IN IMMENSE PAIN AS SHE TRIES TO CRAWL TO THE BOTTOM ROPE! BUT, SHE IS IN TROUBLE! THIS WOMAN HAS NOWHERE TO GO! KIRK IS HELD BACK!
Flannery McCoy: GRACE DE LUCA TAPS OUT! SHE TAPS OUT! SHOWTIME WINS!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘24’s’ plays once again as Damien Kutcher releases the submission hold from Grace De Luca. Akari Kiyoko rushes into the ring and celebrates with Damien Kutcher. The two men raise each other’s hands in victory, solidifying themselves as the winners of this match.)
Stephie Love: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH…SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!!!
Jake Mercer: Showtime with an IMPRESSIVE victory here over Grace De Luca and Kirk Redwood! What we saw in the finishing moments of this match is classic tag team wrestling! Akari Kiyoko neutrualizing Kirk Redwood on the outside! This left Damien Kutcher to deal with Grace De Luca inside the ring!
(The camera pans to Kirk Redwood at ringside, who looks completely annoyed by the situation at ringside. Grace De Luca is clutching her lower back in pain, who is irritated by the lost.)
Stew-O: Not going to lie, but Kirk Redwood and Grace De Luca managed to co-exist long enough as a team. From their interaction backstage, I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down, but good on them for co-existing for the time being. But, they were no match for the unison of Showtime!
(Fire & Ice raise their Unified Tag Team Championships high above their head, more than ready for House of Glass. Meanwhile, Showtime is more than fired up give the champions a run for their money and take those titles from them.)
(A commercial plays for The Long Walk.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Altair’ by INUWASI hits the speakers and Anna Wautier emerges from the back with a massive smile on her face. She wastes no time by running down the ramp, tagging the fans on her way. Anna slides in, climbing the middle rope and posing to the cheers of the audience.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 142 pounds, from Yokohama, Japan, she is “THE THORN PRINCESS” … ANNNNAAAAA! WAUUTTTIIIEERRRRRR!!!
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage is next to play and Drake King slowly emerges from the back, a rather uninterested look on his face. He walks down the ramp, eying the determined Wautier as he slowly approaches the steps. Drake walks up and enters the ring, climbing the middle rope and extending his arms out, embracing the loud reaction that the crowd gives him; regardless of if it’s boos or cheers.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Heaven’s Gate, he is “GOD” … DDDRRRRAAKKKKEEEE! KIIIINNNGGGGGGG!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Tough task for Anna Wautier tonight as she goes up against Drake King, one of the toughest Elitists that one can go up against on any given week. But Anna seems determined to pick up the biggest win of her career to this point.
Jake Mercer: Drake steps in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Anna ducks underneath and starts throwing heavy kicks to the leg! Drake staggers, caught off guard by that! Anna forearms him, but Drake responds with a knee to the body! Wautier stumbles backwards and he takes her wrist, sending her across the ring for an irish whip…
Flannery McCoy: But Anna comes flying off the ropes with a big time clothesline! Drake hits the canvas hard and she rises, calling him up! A spinning sole kick from Wautier and she hits off the ropes, but Drake pops his head back up and he scoops her for a backbreaker! Drake isn’t done, as he spins her around for a fallaway slam! Drake is manhandling Anna just cause he can!
Stew-O: Wautier clutches at her back, grimacing. Drake drags Anna up and nails her with a forearm. Anna staggers backwards, but then she throws a kick to the calf! Drake clutches at his leg, and Anna turns around, hitting off the ropes. Drake runs forward to try and cut her off, but Anna dives in with a dropkick right to the knee!
Jake Mercer: It sends King down, but Anna rises to her feet and runs off the ropes. She leaps into a hurricanrana, which sends Drake face-first into the mat! She rolls him over for the first pinfall of the match…!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM DRAKE!
Stew-O: Wautier shakes her head, and she pulls Drake back up. Anna grabs Drake in a front facelock and tries to lift him, but he’s too heavy. He punches her in the body, and then Drake lifts her up instead! He’s trying for a suplex, but Anna floats behind Drake, and she leaps onto his back, trying to apply a sleeper!
Jake Mercer: Only for King to fall backwards and send her back-first into the turnbuckles! Anna falls to a seated position and Drake runs across the ring with no hesitation, taking Anna out with a powerful hesitation dropkick, right to the chest!
Flannery McCoy: Anna grimaces as Drake pulls her out of the corner, not done. He pulls her up to her feet and interlocks her arm with his, and then hooks the leg, lifting her up high in the air and dropping down into a gutbuster! Anna falls over, holding her body in agony!
Stew-O: Drake drags Anna up to her feet and he jams her head into his thighs, hoisting her up for a hurricanrana—but Anna tries to stall it with a hurricanrana! Drake hangs on, and he lifts her up for another powerbomb again, but Anna with the hurricanrana again! Drake holds his back, and he quickly rolls up to his feet. Anna hits off the ropes, and she springboards up!
Jake Mercer: But before she can follow through, Drake hooks the waist of Anna and he sends her flying across the ring with a GERMAN SUPLEX! RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Anna rolls around the ring, writhing around in pain! Drake sits up, shaking his head.
Flannery McCoy: Wautier is still hurting, whilst Drake drags her up by the head. He hooks her in a front facelock, trying for a DDT, but Anna spins out of it! She leaps into an enzuigiri, which stuns King! He’s on wobbly legs, trying his hardest to stay up on his feet…
Stew-O: Meanwhile, she runs off the ropes, but DRAKE FROM BEHIND WITH A LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! DOWN GOES WAUTIER! And the momentum that she was building goes right out of the window in an instant!
Jake Mercer: Drake pulls Anna up to her feet and lifts her up with intentions for a powerbomb again, but this time he marches into a sit-out powerbomb, transitioning into the cover!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
Flannery McCoy: ANNA KICKS OUT! Drake kneels up,a look of disappointment marked across his face. Wautier will keep fighting, that’s for sure. Drake rises with her and he scoops her onto his shoulders. He holds her into a fireman’s carry, but Wautier starts throwing elbows to the side of the head! Wautier with more elbows, and she switches grip!
Stew-O: Wautier propels herself onto the shoulder of Drake, wrapping her legs around them, as she drops back with a POISON RANA! RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF KING’S HEAD! AND HE’S OUT OF IT! ANNA MUSCLES HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
Jake Mercer: But this time, Drake kicks out! Wautier shakes her head, but she’s still on the hunt. She rises to her feet and exits to the apron, pointing to the top rope. Anna slowly climbs up, steadying herself whilst Drake is trying to recover…
Flannery McCoy: He pushes up off of the canvas and rises to his feet, looking to Anna. ANNA FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK, BUT JAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! AND ANNA EATS THE CANVAS! ANNA HITS THE CANVAS HARD, YELPING OUT IN PAIN!
Stew-O: Drake sees the pain that Anna is in and quickly picks her up, capitalizing. He holds her into a half-nelson position and scoops her high up in the air! ‘CROWN OF THROSN!’ THE HALF-NELSON BACKBREAKER BENDS ANNA OVER THE KNEE OF KING! AND HE ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE PIN!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
TTTTTTTTHHHH—
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM WAUTIER! That was a close call, though! Drake was coming very close to picking up the win right there, but she’s not giving out just yet!
Stew-O: Drake rises to his feet and looks down at Anna, not bothered. If she wants him to deal out more punishment, he’s content with that. Drake drags Anna up and tucks her head in, and he double underhooks the arms…
Jake Mercer: Oh no, this isn’t going to pan well for Anna whatsoever, especially if Drake hits this! HE LEAPS! ‘ASCENSION!’
Flannery McCoy: NO! ANNA WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND THE LEGS OF DRAKE AND DROPS HER ONTO HER BACK JUST IN TIME! WAUTIER ROLLS INTO A JACKKNIFE PINFALL!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: Kick out from Drake! Both rise and Drake charges into Anna, but she pulls the top rope down and he falls to the outside! Anna hits off the ropes quickly and she soars through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE! DOWN GOES KING! Wautier isn’t done, though! She rolls back into the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Wautier hits off the ropes a second time, and SHE TAKES DRAKE OUT WITH ANOTHER SUICIDE DIVE! DOWN GOES KING! ANNA ISN’T DONE YET! SHE SLIDES IN, CALLING FOR A THIRD TIME!
Jake Mercer: AND WAUTIER COMES OFF THE ROPES! A THIRD SUICIDE DIVE—NO! JAKE CATCHES HER, AND HE RUNS HER BACK-FIRST INTO THE APRON! Anna falls over, and Drake drags her right back up, throwing her into the ring! Wautier holds at her back in agony, and Drake slides in!
Flannery McCoy: He’s looking to end this one right here! He runs forward! ‘JUDGMENT DA—’ NO! WAUTIER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Anna shoves him down to a seat and she runs the ropes!
Stew-O: Drake looks up—’TRUENO DESTRODA!’ THE DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP CAVES IN THE CHEST OF KING AND FLOORS HIM! ANNA HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
TTTTTTTTHHHH—
Jake Mercer: DRAKE KICKS OUT! Anna shakes her head, wanting this one to be over, but it’s far from it! She slowly rises to her feet, and Drake rolls away, coughing out in pain.
Stew-O: She follows him up to his feet and throws a forearm. Drake stumbles, but he throws one of his own! Another forearm from Anna, and Drake fires back! Both trading shots, and Anna is starting to get the better of Drake!
Flannery McCoy: I don’t think King was expecting that, as Anna turns around and hits the ropes, but Drake follows behind with a forearm of his own! Wautier bounces into him and he kicks her in the gut! He tucks her head in and double underhooks the arms!
Stew-O: Can’t counter out of it this time! ‘ACENSION!!’ AND ANNA IS DRIVEN FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS THIS TIME! Drake rolls her over and he quickly hooks the legs!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
TTTTTTTTHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: ONLY FOR ANNA TO PLACE HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER, BUT WAUTIER SHOWING SOME GREAT RING AWARENESS FOR A ROOKIE!
Flannery McCoy: Rookie for EAW standards, but Anna knows the in’s and out’s of this sport quite well! Drake shakes his head, but he refuses to falter here. He pulls her away and drags her back up…
Stew-O: Drake slaps her around on her feet, and she falls to her fours. Drake bounces off the turnbuckles behind him and he charges in for ‘GUILLOTINE!”
Jake Mercer: BUT ONCE AGAIN! ANNA EVADES IT! This time, I think it was exhaustion that kicked in! She fell to her knees and Drake goes down, clutching at his back! He rolls over, slowly rising to his feet…
Flannery McCoy: ANNA FRONT ROLLS! AND THEN SHE GETS HIM WITH THAT ROLLING THUNDER SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! Drake rolls around, clutching at her back! Wautier kneels up, pumping her fist!
Stew-O: King slowly rises to his feet, and Anna is waiting on him! ‘MODERN TRAGEDY!’ THE HEADBUTT TAKES DRAKE OUT! AND HE FALLS FLAT ONTO HIS FACE! Anna falls backwards into the ropes, but I think she’s looking to pick up the win here, while the referee checks on Drake!
Jake Mercer: The hell?! Hold on, there’s someone running down the ramp! It’s Grace De Luca! She hops on the apron and shouts at Anna!
Grace De Luca: (off-mic) Hey! You really wanna win this match? Let me give you a couple pointers—
Flannery McCoy: Wautier isn’t having it from Grace though, and she SWINGS RIGHT FOR HER HEAD! Grace hops off the apron, caught off guard by Anna’s demenanor!
Grace De Luca: (off-mic) RUDE! Have it your way, then!
Anna Wautier: (off-mic) Get out of here!
Stew-O: Anna waves Grace off and she turns around to focus back on Drake… ‘GUILLOTINE!’ HE WAS WAITING FOR HER THE ENTIRE TIME! ANNA IS OUT OF IT, AND DRAKE HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!
TTTTTTTTHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, DRAKE KING!
(‘When Darkness Falls’ hits the speakers and Drake rolls off of Anna, dusting himself off. Despite the showing that she had, Drake doesn’t seem all too bothered by her efforts. He rises to his feet and ther referee takes his wrist, raising up his arm.)
Jake Mercer: And that’s all she wrote! Anna Wautier took her eye off the prize and ultimately, she ended up paying for it! Drake King leaves with the win tonight!
Stew-O: That’s all it takes, especially against the best of the best. Drake has been in situations like this many times. Anna put up a good fight, but I don’t think she had Drake close to true defeat when she started to focus on Grace.
Flannery McCoy: Indeed, and now Drake gets to enter House Of Glass with momentum on his side. He exits the ring, making his way to the back, meanwhile Grace looks… sympathetic?
(Grace De Luca enters the ring, putting her hands on her hips. She shakes her head, mockingly holding her hand out to Anna.)
Grace De Luca: (off-mic) Better luck next time, rook. Maybe you should consider listening to m—
Jake Mercer: WAIT! ANNA TAKES GRACE’S HAND AND USES IT TO GET UP! Grace is caught off guard, and ANNA TAKES HER OUT WITH ‘PARADISE KISS!’ THE HEADBUTT FLOORS HER! But Anna stops!
Stew-O: She shakes her head, and pulls Grace up to her feet! She grabs her in a wrist clutch and hoists her up high in the air! ‘MODERN TRAGEDY!’ RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! AND DE LUCA IS OUT OF IT! GOODNESS! Anna rises to her feet, shaking her head!
(Wautier exits the ring to the cheers of the fans after getting revenge on Grace, but she is still clearly frustrated after losing that match to Drake King.)
(Backstage…)
(In a more secluded part of the arena, Holly Arrow is situated by a table. She looks around a bit, checking the time on her watch.)
Holly Arrow: Is she even going to show up…?
(A sigh leaves her. However, she remain calm, folding her hands and placing them on the table. Thoughts continue to swirl in her mind, but eventually, some footsteps approach.)
???: And this was a better location than just some standard shit talk in the ring?
(The person in question is Milli Banks.)
(Milli slides out a chair and takes her seat across from Holly, sunken eyes falling on her. Holly gives a shrug.)
Holly Arrow: Well, we’re not at the point where we need to be rude and insulting one another. Plus, I figured…
Milli Banks: You figured what?
Holly Arrow: It’d be more sincere of me to speak to you like this than try and dress up for the fans or cameras. Less noise, less eyes. I don’t care for any of that.
(Milli raises her brow. However, she gestures toward her, as if to tell her to continue speaking—and Holly does.)
Holly Arrow: So. I know things have been hard. Things have been hard for me as well. However, I just want to reiterate that there’s no weird or ill intent on my part with challenging you. I have been in this rut for too long, and just like you, I’m just trying to figure out my place in all of this. If it’s still worth it, if I can still go, all of that. We’re in a similar spot, and… I don’t know, I guess I wanted to jump at that because maybe through you, I can find my own strength.
(A bit of silence spreads between the two of them. Milli blinks.)
Milli Banks: Find your own strength… through me? And is this supposed to make you look noble? What, am I supposed to be impressed? Honored? Because it honestly sounds like you trying to be nice when this is nothing more than you hoping a win against me could build back up your buzz.
(Her voice is dry and sharp. Holly purses her lips.)
Holly Arrow: I get the optics, but we’ve known each for a few years now, Milli. You think I’m trying to beat down on you and take advantage of that? Hell no! I—
Milli Banks: Look, you don’t need to pretend and make this out to be something that it’s not. You challenged me to a match, curtailed whatever kind of reward I could’ve gotten, and now you want me to walk into next week all smiles with you? I don’t know, man. I’m really not feeling that, because it feels fake as hell.
Holly Arrow: Alright, and maybe it feels that way to you, but I am telling you the truth. I’m not trying to be some pitstop or sabotage anything. If anything, I don’t know—this match could be an opportunity for you.
Milli Banks: An opportunity?
(She shifts in her seat.)
Milli Banks: … I’m just trying my damn hardest to be who I used to be. I don’t need nor want all of this. I don’t care. I wanna get through the next week and the week after that and maybe feel as if I’m making any progress.
Holly Arrow: And that’s what I want too. I want to progress. I want to get better. I want to FINALLY feel like I’m not wasting any time, and…
(Holly looks at her, gaze softening a bit.)
Holly Arrow: Not continue to disappoint people like you who have always had my back.
Milli Banks: …
(Milli tilts her head slightly.)
Milli Banks: Hm.
(She purses her lips.)
Milli Banks: Then we’re looking to get the same thing then, cause I sure as fuck feel like a disappointment right about now.
(However, Milli shrugs.)
Milli Banks: Wasting time. Feeling like I’m not good enough. It’s the worse all of this has ever been for me. But… I know that it’s no good sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I know it’s not good either for me to run from any challenges that may spring up onto my unexpectedly.
(She lets out a sigh.)
Milli Banks: I kinda wished you didn’t have to face me when I’m like this, but it’s a little too late to back out. However, I don’t need you feeling sorry for me nor trying to prove anything to me. Worry about yourself—because I certainly will be doing the same thing at House of Glass.
(Holly slowly nods her head, internalizing everything Milli said.)
Holly Arrow: Yeah, you’re right. We all could use a little more selfishness, huh?
Milli Banks: We certainly could.
(That gets a smirk to surface on Banks’ face.)
Milli Banks: But I definitely plan on being the more selfish one here once I beat you next weekend.
Holly Arrow: Yeah? Then I hope you can back it up. I called my shot against you, and I’m not looking to fail. The last time we faced, it was for a title, but now? We both are looking for that next step in reclaiming who we were, and I wanna get further ahead with that.
(There’s a certain determination in Holly, and Milli picks up on it. She settles back into her chair, looking at her more intently.)
Milli Banks: Maybe, but will you? Easier said than done, Holly.
Holly Arrow: As with anything. Doesn’t make it impossible, though.
Milli Banks: Hm. Fair enough.
(Milli then stands, catching Holly off guard a bit. Banks turns and walks away from her seat, heading off.)
Holly Arrow: You’re leaving?
(Milli stops. She turns her head slightly in her direction.)
Milli Banks: Gotta train. Get prepared. The usual. I wanna be ready for you.
(And Holly could’ve sworn there was a glimmer of that old, playful glint Milli used to have, but she couldn’t quite make it out. Not with her leaving, anyhow.)
(With her gone, Holly is left by herself. She glances down at her watch one more time before she looks up at the ceiling. And from there, the scene fades…)
(The cameras go back to ringside, where Stephie Love is seen in the ring, ready to call the next match.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
(‘Razorfaace’ by Celldweller hits, plunging the arena into darkness. White strobes flash in-time with the track’s synthetic elements. Eventually, the song’s orchestral elements herald the arrival of David Smith, who paces slowly out onto the stage, face obscured by the hood of his black cloak. He draws the Black Blade, triggering an array of blindingly white stage pyro in a fractal pyramid shape, followed by an identically-shaped array of lasers that linger as he starts down the ramp, framing his approach from the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Omaha, Nebraska, he is “The Sovereign”, DAVID GIDEOOOON SMIIIIIITH!
Stew-O: DGS here with the biggest match of his EAW career thus far, set to go up against the Hall of Famer and one-half of the current tag team champions Rex McAllister, and if he can win, that’s insane momentum for him as he marches towards House of Glass and Limmy Monaghan. He’s ready as he’ll ever be.
Jake Mercer: He certainly is, and you have to wonder if Limmy will be watching this closely.
Flannery McCoy: He very well could, just like Showtime will since Fire & Ice watched their match earlier.
(Smith reaches the ring steps and ascends straight up to the top rope, where he pulls back the hood of his coat to scan the venue, his expression impassive. After a long moment he then hops down into the ring proper, doffing and discarding his cloak and beginning to limber up as ‘Razorface’ fades out.)
(‘In My Blood’ by The Score hits next. The fans cheer as Rex McAllister steps out alongside Raven Roberts. The EAW Unified Tag Team Championship glistens around his waist as he makes his way to the ring, ready for the action ahead.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent, accompanied by Raven Roberts! From Atlanta, Georgia, he is one-half of the current EAW Unified Tag Team Champions, EAW Hall of Famer, “The Lionheart”, REEEEEX MCAAAALLISSTEEER!!
(Rex gets in the ring, removing his trademark track jacket and title, handing them off to Raven. She sets them aside, and Rex warms up, while David just stands in his corner. The referee double checks for both men to be ready, then rings the bell!)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: The bell rings! Both Elitists meet up in the middle, and instantly lock up. David seems to have the strength advantage of the two, able to push Rex a few steps back. However, McAllister drops down, tripping him to the mat with a drop toe hold, and floats upward to capture him with a grounded sideheadlock. Rex using his technical expertise to help him here.
Jake Mercer: Smooth moves, but that’s hardly going to keep David down for long, because he’s already looking to get back up. He works to a knee, then both feet. He’s prying Rex’s arms apart, and sweeps his legs in his own right, driving him into the canvas! David now looks to get an armbar applied here! However, McAllister is blocking the attempt, and rolls backwards. Up on his feet he goes, and he’s able to twist through. Behind Smith, he has a hammerlock applied!
Flannery McCoy: Another escape—yet Smith attacks with a back elbow, and Rex lets go, favoring his cheek! David steps forward, driving his knee into his stomach! Rex staggers, but David latches on and scoops him up!
Stew-O: Rex lands on his feet behind him! He wraps his arms around him! David runs forward and holds onto the ropes, but Rex manages to send him along with the O’Connor roll! Shoulders are on the mat!
ONEEEE—
Stew-O: And a swift kick out! David sits up—ONLY TO GO DOWN WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK FROM REX! Another cover is attempted here!
ONEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: Same result! Rex grabs hold of the arm, once again trying to ensnare it with a lock, but David is quick this time! He rolls forward, sending Rex down, and he’s able to yank himself free! He raises his boot to stomp him!
Flannery McCoy: And he gets nothing but mat! Rex moved! David turns RIGHT INTO AN UPPERCUT! Another one! Rex grabs him, and now, he’s looking to lift him up for a suplex…!
Stew-O: Blocked by David, who RAISES REX HIMSELF AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH THE GOURDBUSTER! Rex kneels up, clutching his gut, but Smith rushes in with a knee lift to the face! What a CRUSHING blow that was!
Jake Mercer: It certainly was! Now David stomps down on his back, being methodical and ruthless with it! The referee steps in, telling him he needs to back off, and he does! Rex heads over to the corner, looking to use the ropes to help himself stand back up.
Flannery McCoy: But DGS is already getting a move on. He comes in with a WICKED CHOP TO THE CHEST! Rex winces, but David isn’t about to give him any space to breathe. He grabs his wrist and whips him into the other corner—
Stew-O: —Only for that to be reversed! David manages to grab the ropes, stopping himself from making contact with the turnbuckle. However, Rex is making his move, and is running toward him!
Jake Mercer: And he runs RIGHT into a back elbow! Rex drops to a knee while DGS hops up to the middle rope! Rex looks to stand—BUT HE’S TAKEN DOWN WITH A DIVING KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! JESUS!
Flannery McCoy: Rex almost collapses! However, David yanks him in and sends him up and over with a German suplex! He’s down, and Smith goes for the cover!
ONEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOO!
Stew-O: Shoulder up! Rex is able to survive that, but he may be hurt after that knee!
Jake Mercer: Yeah, no kidding. Not the kind of shot that can be easily shaken off. When you get rocked at the temple it’s gonna disorient you a bit, as we can see with Rex struggling to get up. David pulls him up and unleashes a chop, and follows it up with a forearm! Stiff boot connects! He grabs Rex, and he SLAMS him down with a suplex! Nothing flashy, but it sure as hell has a lot of impact behind it!
Flannery McCoy: And look at this: David isn’t even done! He floated back, cinching in a guillotine choke! He’s keeping the pressure up, and Rex looks like he’s struggling a bit! Raven is rallying for him, telling him to fight his way out, but that may be easier said than done in a position like this! He’s trapped!
Stew-O: The official sees this. They ask him if he wants to give up… but Rex shakes his head no! He isn’t going to give up! He grabs David’s arm, trying to see if there’s any kind of wiggle room for him to make use of… but Smith readjusts his grip, keeping that choke firmly in place. He’s too aware!
Jake Mercer: Well, David has had years of experience, so he knows how to manuever and readjust—but so too does Rex. He’s been through things like his, and while he was denied there, that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up! He pushes himself forward, planting his hands on the mat, and… OH, LOOK AT THIS! HE’S TRYING TO GET UP WITH DAVID WRAPPED AROUND HIM STILL! GUESS HE’S GOING FOR A DEADLIFT OPTION AS A MEANS OF ESCAPE!
Flannery McCoy: Incredible display of strength here by Rex McAllister! Even with all that blood rushing to his head, even with the pressure of that choke around his neck, he’s muscling David Gideon Smith off the mat and SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A MODIFIED POWERBOMB TO BREAK THE HOLD! WOW! WHAT IMPACT!
Stew-O: That managed to turn the tides for him! And Rex doesn’t even stop to catch a breath, because he knows how important it is for him to capatalize on any given inch he can take! He grabs David, and places him on his shoulders! He flips him down onto his knee, cracking his back! Big move there by McAllister, who shoots for the cover!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO…!!
Jake Mercer: Ah, but it’s only a two-count! Still, that REALLY hurt DGS! He rolls away, favoring his back after taking that brutal bump. Rex is now gatherhing his breath, but he remains calm, not wanting to be too hasty to cause any mistakes!
Flannery McCoy: He’s up again. He heads over and forces David up, peppering him with forearms to the face! He strikes with an uppercut, and pivots on his feet, catching him with the spinning back elbow! Smith staggers backwards into the corner!
Stew-O: Very much bringing the heat now. Rex puts him up and climbs to the top. He strikes with punches, looking to keep him stunned! He grabs David and lifts him, looking to send him down with a suplex—
Jake Mecer: BUT HE’S SHOVED OFF!
Flannnery McCoy: Oh! He manages to land on his feet! But David FLIES OFF WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE—
Stew-O: ONLY TO GET CAUGHT WITH A DROPKICK IN MID-AIR! MCALLISTER HAD THAT WELL SCOUTED! NOW HE CRAWLS OVER AND COVERS HIM, HOOKING THE LEG FOR EXTRA LEVERAGE!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….!!
Stew-O: But another kickout! This match isn’t over!
Jake Mercer: Whew. Things are getting to that heart-racing state! Rex gets right up. He drags David along, placing him along the ropes. He winds the hand back…!
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!
Jake Mercer: CHOP TO THE CHEST! And you can see how that’s affecting David! Rex winds back one more time deliver a chop that’s harder than the last one! Damn!
Flannery McCoy: And that may have been enough to rock him. Rex backs up and then heads to the ropes. He runs and comes back on the rebound—
Stew-O: —RIGHT INTO THE ‘BLACK BLADE’! LARIAT SENDS HIM UP AND OVER! DAVID JUST CUT THROUGH HIM LIKE NOTHING WITH THAT!
Jake Mercer: :damn: !!!
Flannery McCoy: AND WILL THIS BE ENOUGH TO SEAL THE DEAL AS DAVID COVERS REX!?
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….!!!!!!
???: HEY!
Stew-O: AND THE REFEREE STOPS THE COUNT! THEY SEE SOMEONE COMING ON THE APRON– WAIT! THAT’S LIMMY MONAGHAN!
Jake Mercer: OH SHIT! HE’S HERE! AND HE’S UP ON THE APRON! DAVID SEES HIM AND IMMEDIATELY SHOOTS UP, PUSHING THE REFEREE ASIDE TO ARGUE WITH HIM!
HOWEVER, LIMMY DROPS DOWN! DAVID LOOKS ABSOLUTELY ANNOYED AND POKES OUT BETWEEN THE ROPES—
Flannery McCoy: ONLY TO GET HIT SQUARE IN THE FACE! WHAT’S GOING ON!??
Stew-O: The referee had no idea what just happened!! They’re just now getting up after that shove, and David is trying to recover—BUT HE TURNS AROUND TO A RUNNING SINGLE LEG KICK FROM REX! REX CAN HARDLY STAND AS HE STUMBLES TOWARD THE ROPES AFTER DELIVERING THAT!
Jake Mercer: WHAT!??
Flannery McCoy: REX IS STILL IN A LOT OF PAIN FROM THAT LARIAT; THAT USUALLY TAKES OUT EVERYONE WHO GETS HIT WITH IT, AND IF IT WASN’T FOR LIMMY, HE LIKELY WOULD’VE LOST! HOWEVER, REX SEES HIS CHANCE AND RUNS AT DAVID GIDEON SMITH FOR THE ‘REX EFFECT’!
Stew-O: HE GETS IT ALL! COVER! COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘In My Blood’ by The Score plays. Rex rolls over and crawls to his knee, still recovering from the match. Raven goes to check on him as the referee holds up his arm.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, REEEEX MCALLISTERRRR!
Stew-O: What a messy, messy ending! David was quite literally robbed from a huge win here tonight! He had Rex right where he wanted him, and Limmy Monaghan came out to thwart that!
Jake Mercer: Damn! He figured both men were gonna have eyes on them, but we didn’t anticipate things would unfold in this manner!
(Rex rises to his feet. Meanwhile, David Gideon Smith is on the outside, recovering in his own right. A blank stare crosses his face, completel blocking out the pain he feels.)
Flannery McCoy: :lupe:
(He staggers up. He turns to Limmy… and suddenly, HE RUSHES AT HIM!)
Stew-O: AND A HUGE FIGHT IS BREAKING OUT! LIMMY AND DAVID ARE TEEING OFF! BOTH MEN ARE JUST RIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER! :damn:
Jake Mercer: HOLY HELL! THEY’RE GOING UP THE RAMP AND TOWARD THE STAGE! NOTHING BUT ABSOLUTE CHAOS!!
(But back in the ring…)
Flannery McCoy: WHOA! RAVEN AND REX GO DOWN!
Stew-O: AND IT’S ALL THANKS TO SHOWTIME! AKARI AND DAMIEN STAND TALL OVER THE TAG CHAMPIONS!
(Sure enough, the challengers for House of Glass are back, and they have made their mission clear! They grab the EAW Unified Tag Team titles and hold them up in the air. That is the final shot before Dynasty fades to commercials.)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a panaround shot of the Delta Center, with the crowd murmuring in anticipation for what’s to come in what has already been a jam-packed show so far. And it’s not long before the sounds of ‘Faneto’ by Chief Keef begin to blast through the speakers as the crowd reacts loudly to this. The camera then goes over to show SOSA Henderson as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a displeased expression on his face after the events of last week, as he takes a moment to scan around at the fans in attendance before then making his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… BULLETPROOF… SOSA HENDERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week was certainly a tumultuous week for SOSA Henderson ahead of his match at House of Glass against Michael Machina. Having cost his main event match teaming with the World Heavyweight Champion against Fire & Ice thanks to team dysfunction, it’s easy to assume that the challenger is ready to get to next week.
Flannery McCoy: SOSA believes that his destiny is to become a two-time World Champion, and he’s, most importantly, looking to put an end to the reign of Michael Machina before it can even start. With him making his way to the ring tonight, it seems like he’s about to get his last words in, but I don’t think Machina is going to take this lying down.
Jake Mercer: That’s demon, DEMON HOME! SOSA Henderson has made one HELL of a mistake, and Michael Machina is going to show him that next week at House of Glass.
(SOSA 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 to take a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Faneto’ then begins to come to a close. He makes his way toward the center of the ring, taking a brief moment to compose himself before raising his microphone and beginning to speak.)
SOSA Henderson: Let me make one thing clear, I’m not here to play nice, I’m not here to smile, and most importantly, I’m certainly not here to pretend like last week ain’t piss me the hell off. So let’s cut right to the chase, shall we? Michael Machina, you wanted to send a message, right? You wanted to be the big, bad World Champion, laying hands on the man who’s about to take that title right off your shoulders. Then our match? Tagging together? Imploding right in front of the world because you’re too prideful to listen… and SOSA Henderson is too seasoned to play second fiddle. What happened? Nah, that wasn’t no partnership… That was a warning.
(SOSA pauses, taking a good moment before then raising his microphone and continuing with what he has to say.)
SOSA Henderson: But I’m not holding grudges, I don’t need to. Because everything leading to this point between the two of us, every “disagreement,” every “problem,” all of that… It only sharpened what’s coming next week at House of Glass. It reminded me that this isn’t about pride… this is about purpose. And I don’t know about you, Machina, but SOSA Henderson’s purpose has never changed. Since I returned to the ring at Territorial Invasion, I told the whole world I didn’t come back just to exist, I came back to TAKE. I already stepped over Brian Daniels just to prove I still belong at the top of this mountain, but beating over-the-hill, washed-up “legends”? That was just step one. Becoming a two-time World Champion, that’s the legacy. That’s the moment that cements SOSA Henderson as the man who doesn’t fade, doesn’t fold, and damn sure doesn’t fall when the lights shine the brightest.
(SOSA continues to pace around, a serious expression on his face as he continues to speak.)
SOSA Henderson: Machina, they’re calling you an unstoppable force, a monster, hyping you up like you’re the next big thing, but here’s the thing… I was raised in war. I was built on struggle. I didn’t grow up in comfort, so when you place SOSA Henderson in a situation like this? It ain’t nothing new to me. I’m sure you’re used to people scared of you, intimidated by your presence, but that’s not the case for me; that would never be the case. Nah, in fact, Machina, the only thing that you do is inspire me. The only thing you do is make me hungrier. House of Glass isn’t a battleground for you; it’s a proving ground for me. It’s my crowning moment. My reminder to Elite Answers Wrestling is that SOSA Henderson ain’t nostalgia, nah… I’m a necessity. I am STILL that top-tier talent, and I am STILL the bullet you never see coming. I am the king you thought was dethroned, but I’m returning to reclaim MY kingdom.
(SOSA has a serious expression on his face as he stares at the hard camera, but it’s not long before the sounds of ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep begin to kick in. The crowd roars in approval as the shot goes over to show the World Heavyweight Champion as he makes his way out from the backstage area. Michael Machina has a serious expression on his face as he stares a hole into his challenger inside the ring, taking a moment before then beginning to make his way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Here comes the Champion, and Michael Machina looks like he’s done playing around. And personally, I don’t really blame him. After everything that both of them have been through, it’s apparent that they’re waiting for their collision at House of Glass, and they’re done being patient as well.
Jake Mercer: The DAWG is about to show SOSA Henderson who is boss out there. ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!
Flannery McCoy: We’ve certainly seen Machina’s mean streak these past couple of months, and the last thing he’s going to do is let himself fail on his first big test. So I guess we’re going to have to see what comes of it, and, most importantly, if SOSA can live up to his promise.
(Machina makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Apostle’s Warning’ then begins to come to a close. He makes his way over, approaching SOSA as both of them have a tense staredown for a brief moment, and it’s not long before he then raises his microphone and begins to speak.)
Michael Machina: SOSA Henderson, this is not going to end in your favor.
(The crowd murmurs in anticipation as SOSA stares a hole into the Champion. Machina takes a brief moment to chuckle to himself before continuing onward.)
Michael Machina: You’re standing there talking about destiny, legacy, kings, and kingdoms, but I think you forgot where you’re standing, SOSA. Better yet, you keep forgetting WHO you’re standing in front of, and that’s the one thing that’s going to mark your downfall next week. You wanna call House of Glass your proving ground? You wanna call it your crowning moment? You can use all those buzzwords you want, try and make yourself feel better, but everyone knows just as well as you do how much of a mistake you made trying to challenge me for this title.
(Machina smirks at this as he pauses, looking at SOSA, who hasn’t flinched in the slightest despite what the Champion is saying.)
Michael Machina: You honestly think that you’re ready to take this away from me? You think you’re gonna resurrect whatever reign you believe you were owed? Let me remind you of reality, SOSA, and hopefully, this is something that you can get into your head before it’s too late. While you were gone, while you picked and chose your nights to care, I was carving my name into the walls of this company. I went from EAW World Champion… straight to World Heavyweight Champion, and in case you didn’t realize, that’s faster than anyone in the modern era. I didn’t need a start and stop run to establish my legacy, as soon as I came in, from the very moment I signed pen-to-paper with this company, I made a promise to take everything, and that’s exactly what I did. I know you, SOSA, you had your chances to be a two-time World Champion multiple times, different eras, different opponents… same result. You couldn’t finish the job then, so let me ask you this: what would make you or anyone else believe that this time is going to be different? Because you beat Brian Daniels? Because you “say” you’re better? Because you “promise” you’re hungrier? You’re a damn fool.
(Machina bears a straight face as he says this, and as SOSA eyes him, there’s a brief look of disdain, before then raising his microphone to respond to him.)
SOSA Henderson: You talk pretty, Champ. Real poetic with that title over your shoulder. But let me hit you with something simple… you’re writing checks your body can’t cash. You keep telling me what I used to be, what I should’ve done, what I couldn’t finish. You’re so wrapped up in your own business that you forgot who the hell you’re standing across from. You think underestimating SOSA Henderson is smart? Nah, that’s suicidal. Because I don’t need anyone to believe I’m better, I just need YOU to doubt it.
(SOSA approaches him further, glaring at him.)
SOSA Henderson: … That’s when I strike.
(Machina chuckles at this, as he shakes his head, stepping forward toward SOSA himself, unflinching at his remarks.)
Michael Machina: Doubt? The only doubt in this arena is whether you’ll even make it out of House of Glass on your own two feet. You keep calling yourself all these words, necessary, essential, and inevitable, and while that’s nice and all, when’s the last time you’ve proved it? I haven’t seen evolution; all I’ve seen are a bunch of excuses. I don’t fear you, but you damn sure should be fearing me when the time is right.
SOSA Henderson: That’s your problem, Champ, you think that this is about fear. You think this is about intimidation. You think that just because you got hot quickly, you burn forever. But that’s not the case, that’s never the case, maybe my experience can afford me that much. You can say all you want that you’re the best, that this is your era, and I’m merely living in it, but when we’re standing across the ring from one another in Glass Wallz, when that canvas turns red and everything fades to black, you’re going to wake up the next morning and you’re going to see yourself without the one thing that truly backs everything that you’ve said about yourself, and it’s going to kill you inside.
(Machina clenches his jaw while he hears this, gripping his title tighter while SOSA continues.)
SOSA Henderson: House of Glass, SOSA Henderson is walking in as a challenger, sure… but he’s walking out as a two-time World Champion.
Michael Machina: …
(Machina doesn’t respond immediately, taking a moment to calm himself down, before he nods his head.)
Michael Machina: We’ll see about that.
(Machina takes the World Heavyweight Championship and raises it into the air as the crowd roars at this. The two of them stare at each other, glaring, as they’ve seemingly had enough of one another and are ready for next week. It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for iHop.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest… is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: AND IT IS FOR, THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous can be heard throughout the speakers as the crowd allows their reactions to be heard. Effy McCoy emerges from the back as the former New Breed Champion nods to herself in the wake of the main event to come. The waves of elation can be felt throughout the audience as Effy sports a smirk on her face.)
Stephie Love: Introducing the challenger! From Watch Hill, Rhode Island! Weighing in at 125 pounds… EFFYYYYYYYYY MCAVOY!!!
Stew-O: Effy McCoy has been able to continue on building this trajectory for herself that can prove to be all the more impressive if she is successful tonight This match against the Interwire Champion will be the biggest test that she can possibly have in the wake of another championship to accomplish!
Flannery McCoy: After everything that Effy has experienced throughout her career here so far, she has remained battle tested as ever, and she will be sure to have the most surefire task ahead of becoming Interwire Champion against an elitist who she has become very familiar with!
(‘Ultra Instinct’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly to the arrival of the Interwire Champion, BRAE. The champion sports the title around his waist, gazing upon the crowd with an intense gaze on his face, maintaining all of his focus as he’s walking down the ramp ready for the main event.)
Stephie Love: Introducing her opponent! From Novosibirsk, Russia! Weighing in at 215 pounds… HE IS THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION… ‘SON’ BRRRRRRRRRAE!!!
Stew-O: The Interwire Champion has always remained one to accept any challenge that should come his way, and this is not any different, as BRAE is all the more focused for the title match ahead. BRAE’s looking to have another successful encounter with his opponent tonight, and that much is a treat for Dynasty to have & witness.
Jake Mercer: BRAE has been embroiled in all of the noise pertaining to Methuselah & Drake King, and to march into battle as a defending champion against a competitor that has been able to defeat BRAE in the past before, will make this all the more interesting!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: AND WE’RE OFF! BRAE will be defending his Interwire Championship against Effy McAvoy as a storied history between two elitists is renewed right here and right now! WITH THE TWO ELITISTS RUSHING TOWARD ONE ANOTHER AS THEY BEGIN TO EXCHANGE THE RIGHTS!!! HERE WE GO! This is a match that will be embroiled with all of the hardship in the world for each competitor as they are looking to take the Interwire Championship back with themselves! BRAE is able to mount more of the offense, sending a flurry of forearms across the jaw of Effy as she is struggling to keep herself on her own feet with how BRAE is refusing to slow down!
Flannery McCoy: As BRAE is able to shove Effy off into the corner, and he’s sending repeated forearms across the temple of Effy while keeping her suppressed to the most absolute manner possible! This is not escalating well at all for McAvoy right now as the referee is forced to count down! BRAE is trying to apply as much of this pressure as possible as this can go very poorly for Effy if she can’t return to a proper base from this point! BRAE eventually backs off before the five count, briefly raising his hands before looking to return back!
Jake Mercer: BUT EFFY DUCKS UNDER A CHOP AS BRAE TURNS RIGHT INTO A ELBOW ACROSS HIS TEMPLE!! Now Effy is applying the pressure here as she is refusing to keep herself from maintaining all of the control that she possibly can! This is going very well for McAvoy right now as BRAE is being suppressed immensely, with the referee counting down once more as he does not want to hold back! Effy is applying as much of this as she can before she’s forced to back off from him due to the five count, rushing off toward the opposite corner and then RUNNING BACK TOWARD BRAE—
Stew-O: BUT BRAE IS ABLE TO CATCH EFFY GUARD WITH A SUDDEN BLACK HOLE SLAM TO PUT HER DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS! That’s enough to make Effy roll herself away and closer to the ropes, shaking her own head as she’s now left struggling for this moment while BRAE is now rising back up to his feet, seeing that Effy has been left in the struggle for herself right now as she’s leaned against the ropes, dragging herself upward and looking to get herself back into the match—BUT BRAE IS RUSHING AHEAD!
Flannery McCoy: WITH A BOOT THAT—EFFY DUCKS UNDER & IS ABLE TO SEND BRAE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! BRAE holds on as he’s clutching onto the ropes, refusing to be brought down entirely as he’s looking to get himself back into this match as quickly as he can here! Effy sees that he’s got to get herself through the pressure that BRAE throws as she’s now looking to keep BRAE at bay further, LOOKING FOR AN ELBOW ACROSS THE JAW—
Jake Mercer: BRAE SIDESTEPS & IS ABLE TO APPLY A REAR NAKED CHOKE ONTO EFFY!!! Effy is scrambling as she’s trying to free herself from the choke, as the referee is now counting down on BRAE as he can’t be applying the choke this heavily before turning the bout into a disqualification loss! The Interwire Champion is refusing to let go, Effy has been placed in the hardship of a lifetime with this choke as the referee is steadily nearing the five count!!!
Stew-O: ‘TILL BRAE DRAGS EFFY OVER THE ROPES AND RIGHT ONTO THE APRON!!! BRAE is applying the rear naked choke over the apron as BRAE is looking to refuse all of the leeway that is attributed to Effy as she always looks to build momentum! McAvoy’s eyes are growing erratic as she’s looking around for any motion to be made as she wants to get herself out of this submission on the apron—BY SHIFTING BACKWARD AND FORCING BRAE TO COLLIDE BACK FIRST INTO THE RING POST!!! BRAE HAS TO LET GO!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE is left struggling here as Effy turns herself around and doesn’t refrain from ensuring that he can’t come back in this match! Effy sends a KICK ACROSS HIS CHEST TO KEEP HIM AT BAY! McAvoy is holding onto the rope while BRAE is refusing to set this aside and let himself be brought down, with Effy tossing repeated punches across the jaw of BRAE & looking to keep him suppressed at every turn that she can take from here!
Jake Mercer: But BRAE is able to shove Effy away with a teep kick and keep himself standing! McAvoy is trying to break through & bring the champ’ down, but BRAE has always been one tough son of a bitch to try & bring down unless you’re throwing everything at the man! BRAE is now looking to put Effy down for good from this point on as he’s dragging McAvoy over into his arm, as he wants to seek out this URANAGE—
Stew-O: EFFY WITH AN ELBOW TO BRAE’S TEMPLE! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!! REPEATED ELBOWS TO KEEP BRAE FROM NAILING THE URANAGE AS HE HAS TO LET GO! BRAE is trying to shake off the elbows as Effy finds herself motioning back & onto the turnbuckle, not allowing another moment to be taken to waste as she’s looking to see to it that BRAE gets put down! The Interwire Champion holds onto the ropes as he’s dragging himself upward WHILE EFFY IS LAUNCHING OFF!
Flannery McCoy: DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT ONTO BRAE RIGHT INTO THE APRON!!!!! EFFY CAVES INTO BRAE AND DROPS OFF ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! An immense impact as BRAE is left limp on the apron laid back! Effy is working to bring herself back up, nodding her head vigorously as she’s trying to get herself right back to putting this match away while BRAE is still down! McAvoy pushes BRAE into the ring and off from the apron, sliding herself back inside the mat to hook the leg from here!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! BRAE is able to kick out as this match continues further! Effy is wide eyed as she’s understanding much more will need to be done in order to become the Interwire Champion! Effy finds herself situated over the champion, now trying to rock the hell out of him with repeated forearms across his temple here! She doesn’t want to let up as long as she can keep on putting BRAE down, not looking to slow down with the pace this match has set!
Stew-O: As she finds herself backing away, with BRAE steadily rising up to a knee while Effy is looking to make the absolute most out of what she can possibly do from here, looking for a ROUNDHOUSE—BUT BRAE CATCHES THE LEG!! Effy is left hopping on a leg while BRAE shakes his head as he glares toward the former New Breed Champion, having no interest in being placed in any of the games AS EFFY LAUNCHES FOR AN ENZIGURI—
Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE DUCKS UNDER—AND SENDS EFFY SPIRALLING DOWNWARD WITH A SUDDEN SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX FOR GOOD MEASURE!!!! An immense counter from the Interwire Champion as Effy is sent crashing onto the back of her own neck there, with McAvoy now in for the struggle as BRAE maintains the bridging time in order to maintain the pin! The referee slides himself over to the immediate count!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T—
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT!! Effy shoots the arm upward yet BRAE is maintaining the grasp that he has around Effy’s waist!! Effy is trying to bring herself upward, able to rise to a knee while BRAE is following suit by keeping his hands clasped together & refusing to let go of the challenger as well! McAvoy is looking to bring herself upward, able to do so in enough of a quickened manner as she gets his hands onto BRAE’s grasp, trying to pry him off from herself—
Stew-O: BUT BRAE DELIVERS ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX TO DRIVE EFFY DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS ONCE AGAIN!! Effy is growing visibly frustrated through the pressure that she’s being placed through as BRAE is refusing to let up! McAvoy finds herself struggling all the more as BRAE is refusing to slow down even more a moment where Effy is looking to return back to some semblance of form! The Interwire Champion vigorously shakes his head as he rises to his feet alongside Effy, who’s trying to pry herself free once again despite the grip that BRAE has BEFORE BEING LAUNCHED AGAIN!!
Flannery McCoy: A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX FOLLOWS SUIT—AND HE STILL REFUSES TO LET GO!!!! BRAE IS NOT LETTING UP!! Effy’s looking more exhausted & torn down by the second as this is taking its toll on her, that is three consecutive German Suplex maneuvers that have brought her down & crashing onto the back of her own neck! BRAE is rising upward and essentially forcing Effy to bolster herself upward in the process, shaking his own head vigorously while Effy’s gritting her teeth, as BRAE looks for ANOTHER—
Jake Mercer: EFFY SHIFTS HER WEIGHT INWARD & ROLLS THROUGH TO SEND BRAE INTO THE ROPES!!! BRAE is now clutching onto his own throat here as he’s coughing up enough of a storm for herself at the moment! This is not panning out the best for Effy but she’s able to make the turnaround with BRAE being launched into the ropes, coughing up a bit of a storm that’s keeping him from employing as much of the offense that he’s been able to dish out against his opponent tonight!
Stew-O: BEFORE EFFY POUNCES ONTO BRAE WITH A SUDDEN SLEEPER HOLD OF HER OWN!!! A bit of some unorthodox action taking place from the challenger in order to wear down BRAE further and potentially put him to sleep in order to become the new Interwire Champion!!! Effy is clutching on & refusing to let up while BRAE is able to maintain himself accordingly, refusing to drop down yet Effy’s wrapping her legs around his waist to coil the pressure further!
Flannery McCoy: As BRAE is now dropping down to a knee, with all of the problems that Effy has been able to provide against BRAE now catapulting into what can be the end of this match! The Interwire Champion is finding himself in deep trouble the longer that the sleeper hold is able to maintain itself, as he’s trying to keep himself from going completely dormant as the referee is keeping a strong eye on him! BRAE is slipping a bit here as Effy feels that victory is inching closer and closer as long as she can keep this submission applied—
Jake Mercer: BRAE DROPS DOWNWARD ONTO THE MAT WITH ALL OF HIS WEIGHT COLLIDING AGAINST EFFY!!! Effy has to let go of the hold as she’s struggling again after BRAE just took one hell of an alley oop to drive Effy down too! Now he’s riding back up and collecting his bearings again as McAvoy is doing the same, refusing to be kept at bay as BRAE may be looking to ensure there’s another route of putting his challenger down! McAvoy rushes ahead & looks to take him down—
Stew-O: WITH A DISCUS LARIAT—BUT EFFY DUCKS UNDER AS BRAE RUSHES THE ROPES!! BRAE misses with the lariat as he finds himself unable to stop the momentum, rebounding from the ropes in order to rush back toward Effy and make momentum return to his side again YET HE’S CAUGHT BY A RUNNING KNEE FROM EFFY—FOLLOWED UP BY AN EMPHATIC ‘GOAT TROT’!!! Running neckbreaker follows suit as McAvoy is put BRAE back down, now looking to make the most out of this time by hooking the leg as she can become champion right here!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! BRAE IS STILL IN THIS! Effy is feeling the desperation set in here as she wants to win this title sooner than later! McAvoy now finds herself backing off, as BRAE is languishing around & trying to settle into a proper position here while on the crawl! Effy’s eyes are widened as she has all of her focus emphasized on BRAE, looking to put this match behind her & end it with what can bring her this title AS SHE’S RUSHING AHEAD FOR THE ‘STORYBOOK ENDING’—
Jake Mercer: LARIAT FROM BRAE TURNS EFFY INSIDE OUT!!!! HOLY SMOKES!!! Effy is rocked as she’s just as wide eyed in delirium, rolling herself over to the apron as she’s got to recollect herself here, this may not end up going too well for her here if she can’t find a way out of this predicament! BRAE is looking bring himself right on over, as there’s no other way that this can possibly go as he’s now GETTING EFFY IN POSITION & RAINS THEM DOWN! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!
Stew-O: ‘THE TEN BEATS OF BRAE!’ THAT’LL DO IT!!! BRAE drags Effy over the ropes and doesn’t let up as he’s now got her hooked from here, and HOISTS HER INTO A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX THAT PUTS HER BACK DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!!! BRAE hooks the leg as the referee now rushes himself to the cover, the champion looking to retain!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! STILL NOT OVER! Effy is able to remain in this match as BRAE is wide-eyed, understanding that far more will need to be done in order to see to it that he retains before House of Glass! BRAE backs himself away from Effy, with his hands clutched onto his own head as he’s growing in intensity! He can declare the end of this match to come right here if he plays his cards right! BRAE has the match ready for the closure AS HE’S RUSHING AHEAD & LEAPING OFF FOR THE ‘RED DEATH’—
Jake Mercer: EFFY CATCHES BRAE IN ‘CALL TO ARMS’!!!! THE CROSS ARMBREAKER CAUSES BRAE TO BE CAUGHT BY THE SUBMISSION AS EFFY IS LOOKING TO PUT AN END TO THIS HERSELF!!! BRAE is scrambling and trying to bolster himself upward but Effy is pushing all of her weight downward to keep BRAE trapped! McAvoy may have to snap the arm off of this guy if she ever wants to become the Interwire Champion!!! I don’t see BRAE being all too willing to tap here unless the referee is forced to call this off due to a legitimate injury!
Stew-O: AS BRAE RISES UPWARD, WITH EFFY STILL TRYING TO KEEP THE ARMBREAKER APPLIED AS BRAE USES HIS STRENGTH TO HOIST MCAVOY UPWARD—AND DRIVE HER DIRECTLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! THE BACK OF HER HEAD WHIPPED BACK IN RESPONSE! EFFY STAGGERS AWAY AS BRAE RUSHES THE ROPES, THEN RUNNING BACK TOWARD EFFY—
Flannery McCoy: WITH ‘MORRIGAN’!!! BROGUE KICK IS ABLE TO LAND FLUSH ACROSS THE JAW OF EFFY MCAVOY AS SHE SLUMPS DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION DROPS THE CHALLENGER AND NOW HE’S SCRAMBLING HIMSELF OVER! BRAE RUSHES OVER TO THE COVER AS THE REFEREE SLIDES TO THE COUNT!!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND STILLLLL INTERWIRE CHAMPION… ‘SON’ BRAEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Stew-O: An incredible win for BRAE tonight as he’s able to successfully defend his title against a warranted rival that is Effy McAvoy! Effy fought her heart out, but this all ends with BRAE being able to put one up on the score over her!
(As an official is looking to retrieve the title, it’s snatched away as a familiar face slides into the ring, with the audience reacting manically as BRAE’s still recovering from the match.)
Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE—METHUSELAH!! THE CHAIRMAN HAS ARRIVED & HE’S GOT THE TITLE IN HIS HANDS!!! BRAE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT!!! METHUSELAH IS GLARING TOWARD HIM AS HE’S LOOKING TO DROP HIM!
Jake Mercer: HE’S READY TO SEND HIM CRASHING DOWN AGAIN! BRAE IS STEADILY RISING, GLANCING AROUND AS HE’S SEEKING OUT THE REFEREE TO RAISE HIS HAND—AS HE TURNS TO METHUSELAH RUSHING FORWARD TO CLOCK HIM WITH THE TITLE—
Stew-O: ‘MORRIGAN’!!!!! METHUSELAH IS THWARTED WITH THE BROGUE KICK THAT DROPS HIM DOWN ONTO THE MAT! BRAE HAS METHUSELAH SCOUTED & IS ABLE TO STAND HIMSELF TALL AHEAD OF HOUSE OF GLASS!!!!
(BRAE glares down upon Methuselah, picking up the Interwire Championship as he raises the title high while the audience cheers loudly. However, the vibrations of the mat can be felt, as a weary BRAE turns himself toward the noise.)
Flannery McCoy: ‘GUILLOTINE’!!!! SICK KICK FROM DRAKE KING SENDS BRAE SLUMPING DOWN!!!! DRAKE KING MAKES HIS OWN IMPACT TONIGHT AHEAD OF HOUSE OF GLASS, AS HE LOOKS TO STAND TALL AHEAD OF THE EVENT!
Jake Mercer: HELL OF A WAY TO CAP OFF DYNASTY TONIGHT, ‘CAUSE DRAKE KING WANTS TO HAVE THE LAST LAUGH BEFORE THESE THREE THROW DOWN AT HOUSE OF GLASS!
(Drake King stands over BRAE, glaring ahead with sheer focus in his eyes as he takes a deep breath, while Methuselah clutches onto his jaw while positioned on the apron, grimacing as the scene fades.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
