(EAW intro plays.)
(After the intro fades out, a recap of last week’s show plays.)
(The Grand Prix finals took center stages as the semi-finals took place. The Blicky Boyz overcame the defending Grand Prix Champions and Tag Team of the Decade, the Jaded Hearts, while The Liquid Swordz disposed of the Shea Butter Babies. Now the Liquid Swordz victory didn’t come without some fuckery attached to it. Towards the end of the match, Serena’s challenger at Road to Redemption, Ms. Extreme, would make her presence felt by stepping onto the ramp and distracting Serena. Mr. DEDEDE would hit a second spear on The Visual Prophet, while Impact took care of Serena on the outside. In other Dynasty news, Adam Lucas picked up a victory over Komatsu Ogawa. Two newcomers to the roster, Dirk King and The Fallen Angel, made their debuts in an impressive match. The Fallen Angel would pick up the win after making Dirk tap out. Being Limmy Monaghan’s tag team partner continued to be the proverbial kiss of death. After losing to one-half of the Unified Tag Team Champions, Harper Lee, in a quick match, Mason Massacre was violently attacked by Dray Fontana. The PURE Champion would absolutely end Massacre’s life by crushing his head between two chairs and likely had his neck snapped. Oh well. Speaking of Limmy, he would defeat MITSUBACHI in a well contested, highly competitive match, even though Xander Payne played a hand in causing MITSUBACHI to lose. The feud between Jake Smith and the returning Vic Vendetta heated up with a war of words inside the ring that escalated. It ended with Vic connecting with H-O-V on Jake and laying him out in what could be a preview of Jake’s fate come Road to Redemption. Jake would get some measure of redemption later on in the night when he would pin Dray in a great match. To cap things off, the Extreme Elimination Chamber Preview Match between Lethal Consequences and Xander Payne would get thrown out thanks to MITSUBACHI and Komatsu getting involved.)
(The recap fades out and Dynasty cuts to inside of World 1 Theatre. The virtual crowd is loud and proud as the camera scans their faces and the Dynasty theme song pumps through the speakers. Eventually, the camera settles on the Dynasty commentary team of Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, and Jake Mercer.)
Jake Mercer: WELCOME TO THE IMPACT ZONE! :blessed:! IT’S FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY!
Stew-O: We hope all of you who celebrate had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are ready for an action packed show tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Our main event is going to be an Extreme Elimination Chamber Preview Match featuring the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, The Visual Prophet, against the man who could be his biggest challenger come Road to Redemption, Xander Payne.
Jake Mercer: The biggest challenger is correct :wow:.
Flannery McCoy: That is not what I meant…
(“We Major” by Kayne West and Nas begins to blast across the PA system, and the virtual crowd reacts accordingly. Cheers and boos fill World 1 Theatre as Mr. DEDEDE and Impact walk out onto the stage.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME… THE LIQUID SWORDZ!!!
Stew-O: It looks like the Liquid Swordz are going to kick things off for us tonight. Last week, they defeated the Shea Butter Babies to advance to the finals of the Grand Prix Tournament. They will face the Blicky Boyz, who knocked out the defending champions, the Jaded Hearts.
Jake Mercer: :mjcry: No Jaded Hearts versus Liquid Swordz final.
Flannery McCoy: Sad indeed.
(DEDEDE and Impact have gotten into the ring and have been handed microphones. After their music dies down, DEDEDE speaks first.)
Mr. DEDEDE: I know, I know. As awkward as it would have been for me personally, a lot of you wanted to see The Liquid Swordz versus The Jaded Hearts in the Grand Prix finals. Rest assured that I let my wife get her win the other night when she sat on my face and pinned me to our bed.
Impact: TMI.
(DEDEDE smirks.)
Mr. DEDEDE: The Blicky Boyz are set to face us instead and for the small handful of people that still cling to the past, this is a REVOLT! dream match for them. Two prominent teams from the organization I bought and destroyed facing each other for a future shot at the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships. I would say it doesn’t get any better than that, but I’d be lying. This match serves as nothing more than a routine win for the two of us, and whether it’s The Realm :mjlol: or Chained Fury :mjlol: :mjlol: standing as champions once Road to Redemption is done, The Liquid Swordz will be walking away from all of this as the new Unified Tag Team Champions.
Impact: We bulldozed our way through the ‘competition’ to book ourselves this spot in the finals, and I highly doubt anyone was surprised. I said last week as we headed into the semi-finals that I wasn’t taking any prisoners. I set my eyes on the prize, and that was victory and the continuous manifestation of my legacy. Every match, every achievement, every single championship that’s accumulated further hammers home the fact that the road I’ve paved for myself is unrivaled and never to be duplicated. Brick by brick, I laid the foundation for myself, and despite the fact many Elitists who have come and gone have tried to replicate my speech and the way I conduct my business, there has been and always will be just one man who’s made the impact.
Mr. DEDEDE: :wow:!!! I’m glad you brought up legacy manufacturing. The Grand Prix tournament was really nothing more than that for nearly every team involved, ourselves included, and there’s no shame in that. The two of us have been through absolutely everything an Elitist can go through; the highest of highs, the lowest of lows, and through it all we remain hungry. We remain driven and motivated to be better than we have ever been. Impact, you pointed out in today’s EAW, the margins that separates Elitists from being good and slightly above average are extremely narrow. There’s a greater divide between the good and the great, but the biggest difference is mindset. I came up short at Pain for Pride and again at House of Glass, but how did I react to those setbacks? I continued to work hard and press forward. The Grand Prix gave me the opportunity to rectify the losses I had against Jeffrey and Jamie, and there should be no doubt in anyone’s minds that I continue to say motivated. That’s why at Road to Redemption, I’m placing myself in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Time and time again, I have proven that I can stand the test of time. I bounce back harder, stronger, and faster than before. Age is something I continue to defy, because there is no physical specimen on this Earth greater than the man you see standing before you.
(Another smirk crosses Mr. DEDEDE’s face.)
Mr. DEDEDE: Grand Prix Champion and World Heavyweight Champion :drakelike:. Seems like a pretty productive way to end the year. Of course, there’s still one spot left in the Dynasty Chamber, and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t offer this man standing ne-
(“Invincible” by Pop Smoke begins to play, abruptly cutting off the Chairman. It’s obvious that Mr. DEDEDE was about to give his partner in crime, Impact, the other spot in the Dynasty Extreme Elimination Chamber, but it seems like one of their opponents for Road to Redemption, Chris Elite, has other ideas. Chris steps onto the stage and shakes his head.)
Chris Elite: Nah. Cut my music and suck my dick. Fuck you two bozos and your old ass legacy manufacturing. The only person who’s gunna use Road to Redemption to manufacture their legacy is me. I got a Gawd Contract, and while I won’t use it to take you out of the match, Ryan, bet Imma use it to insert myself into that final chamber spot. It’s clear you were about to give your fat fuck of a partner the other spot, and I’m not gunna let both of you get a chance to become World Heavyweight Champion :mjlol:
(The virtual crowd pops, clearly liking that. Inside the ring, it’s clear that Impact isn’t happy with the announcement, and Mr. DEDEDE looks aggravated as well. Chris Elite and his Gawd Contact have proven to be a formidable combination in the past.)
Chris Elite: The dumbass chamber is clearly lacking some major star power. How the fuck you gunna expain the presence of MITSUBITCHI in the match :skip: I wanna beat the shit out of him for absolutely sucking back at Territorial Invasion and may as well do it locked inside a chamber when it’s legal for me to knock the dog shit out of him with some kind of weapon. Winning the World Heavyweight Championship is good too, because one thing I can promise you old fucks, you ain’t winning the Grand Prix. Malc and I did exactly what we said we would do, and that was expose the Jaded Hearts as the useless, overrated, overhyped, fraud of a so-called TaG tEaM oF a DeCadE that they are, and we’re ready to get our chance to have a real run. Malc and I have been through a lot, had our fair share of ups and downs, but we want those tag team championships, and I want the World Heavyweight Championship. Imma walk out of Road to Redemption having the night you wish you could have, Ryan. Grand Prix and World Heavyweight Champion.
(A grin crosses Chris Elite’s face, and he drops the mic. Mr. DEDEDE and Impact exchange looks, and it’s clearly annoying to both of them that Chris Elite just used the Gawd Contract against them. “Invincible” begins to play once again, and Chris taunts both of his opponents.)
Stew-O: Well that’s one hell of an announcement. The chamber just went from four to six! Mr. DEDEDE and Chris Elite will now enter and compete for a chance to become the World Heavyweight Champion!
Flannery McCoy: Oh my god! Viz, DEDEDE, Chris Elite, Xander, LC, and MITSUBACHI all in one match? This is going to be amazing.
Jake Mercer: :lupe: One of those doesn’t belong with the rest…
Stew-O: Are you being racist?
Jake Mercer: :skip: Say what?
(Chris has left the stage, and Mr. DEDEDE and Impact are seen talking amongst themselves at the turn of events. With the Dynasty Extreme Elimination Chamber set, the stakes are higher than ever before. Viz is going to have one hell of a time defending his championship, especially with the additions of DEDEDE and Chris Elite.)
(Dynasty fades to commercial break.)
(A commercial for the 2020-21 NBA season starting up on December 22nd where half of the commercial is ridiculing Nate Robinson for being knocked out by Jake Paul in the second round, what a disgrace to basketball)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Virtual Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(“Ain’t No Grave” by Johnny Cash hits on the speakers.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first from Parts Unknown weighing in at 240 pounds he is DOCTORRRRRRRRRRRRRR THOMASSSSSSSSSSS!!!
(Dr. Thomas makes his way to the ring carrying medieval medical equipment as he sets down his tools in the ring. The referee immediately confiscates them and takes them out of the ring to Dr. Thomas’ annoyance.)
Jake Mercer: This man is truly deranged and unhinged. I like that.
Flannery McCoy: I’m sure you do. I think Dr. Thomas is not the kind of doctor who is saving people from covid. No I think he is the kind of doctor who is making people a lot worse.
Stew-O: Well that is clear. This man is a torturer by trade which might not be the most fun subject to talk about but it does give him a unique expertise going into the wrestling industry. This man knows exactly how to cause pain to people.
(“Brotherhood of Man” by Motorhead blasts across the speakers nearly causing them to explode due to the loudness of Motorhead’s music.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent from an Undisclosed Location weighing in at 255 pounds he is “The Game” DIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK KANE!!!!
(Dirk Kane makes his way out to the ring carrying a deck of cards and flipping them obnoxiously at the fan’s monitors in the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.)
Jake Mercer: BAH GAWD ALMIGHTY THAT’S GOTTA BE KANE!!!
Flannery McCoy: It sure is Jake. We are seeing two men brand new to EAW take each other on this week. Both from unknown locations I am getting a very mysterious vibe from this match. We really have no idea what to expect.
Stew-O: All I know about Dirk Kane is that he is a master manipulator a skill he has obtained from running his syndicate of casinos across the entire continent. Both of these men have very unique and shady skills. The manipulator vs. the torturer tonight here on Dynasty we will find out who shall prevail!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: We are underway as Dr. Thomas charges at Dirk Kane but Dirk with a clothesline! Thomas ducks underneath! He runs the ropes and takes down Dirk with a Hurricanrana! Dirk back up but Thomas catches him and slams him to the mat going for a quick cover!
Referee: ONE!
Jake Mercer: Quick kickout by Dirk Kane who pulls himself up in the corner only to get hit by a Running Clothesline from Dr. Thomas! He grabs the head of Dirk and hits a Running German Suplex from behind tossing Dirk across the ring! But Dirk lands on his feet and runs up the turnbuckle before flipping off and connecting with a Superkick in midair to the head of Thomas! Thomas falls back pulling himself up in the turnbuckle but here comes Dirk! Dirk positions Thomas upside down in the turnbuckle and begins to kick away at him! Thomas pulls himself up facing backwards on top of the turnbuckle but Dirk from behind grabs him and ascends the turnbuckle as well! Flying Back Drop off the turnbuckle as Dirk goes for the cover in the still shaking ring!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Kickout by Dr. Thomas who quickly rolls out of the ring to escape Dirk Kane… but Dirk runs the ropes… Tope Con Hilo to the outside takes out Dr. Thomas! Dirk tosses Thomas back up into the ring and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Dirk yanks Thomas out of the corner viciously… but Thomas out of nowhere with a Flatliner! I believe he calls that move YOU’RE MINE and that appears to be exactly what Dirk is now! Thomas in control of the match as he pulls up Dirk and suddenly drops him with a Reverse DDT driving the back of his head into the canvas.
Stew-O: Dr. Thomas now climbing up to the top rope as he is looking to take out his opponent… Flying Crossbody off the top connects!!! Thomas rolls off Dirk Kane who gets slowly back up to his feet… but Thomas is lying in wait… he takes out Dirk with a Running Superkick to the face! Down goes Dirk! Thomas falls into the cover!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: And a kickout! Dr. Thomas is frustrated as he looks around the ring before eventually rolling to the apron and climbing to the top! Looking to go high risk! Flying Elbow Drop off the top!!! WHAT ELEVATION!!!
Jake Mercer: But Dirk Kane gets the knees up! Damn I thought that was going to hit but Dirk Kane counters and Dr. Thomas is in a real bad way now! Dirk grabs Thomas by the head and runs up the ropes… Running Tornado DDT off the turnbuckle as he spikes Thomas down on top of his head in the center of the ring! Thomas shaking in pain on the mat as he appears to be having a seizure! However, it is suddenly halted by the arrival of Dirk’s knee being dropped on the back of Thomas’ skull! Thomas slowly pulls himself up in the corner only to get hit with a Back Chop hard across the face by Dirk. Dirk throws Thomas across the ring with an Irish Whip only to reverse it himself and send Thomas right back in to the original turnbuckle. He then charges in… Running Double Knee Strike to the face! Thomas falls off and rolls to the outside but Dirk pulls him up… He guillotines him pulling his neck down over the top rope sending him down to his back! He grabs the leg and yanks him back in before going up to the top! He lies in wait for his opponent to get back up… DIRK KANE OFF THE TOP WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!!
Stew-O: NO! Dr. Thomas moves out of the way! Dirk Kane crashes and burns but he is right back up and grabs Thomas down on the mat. But Thomas grabs his arm pulling him towards him into a Crossface! But Dirk rolls thru and both men back up now as they trade punches in the middle of the ring! DIRK! THOMAS! DIRK! THOMAS! DIRK! THOMAS! DIRK! DIRK! DIRK! Dirk knocks Thomas back into the corner before grabbing him by the head and pulling him down with a Snapmare Takedown. Thomas in a sitting position as Dirk runs the ropes… and drives his knee hard into the face of Thomas! Thomas sits back up! So Dirk runs the ropes again… RUNNING HIGH KNEE ATTACK TO THE FACE!!! Dirk goes for the cover!!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRR-
Flannery McCoy: Dirk Kane almost had the match won right there. He reaches down looking to pull Dr. Thomas back up! He yanks him up by the arm and go-
Jake Mercer: NO! DR. THOMAS WITH A SMALL PACKAGE OUTTA NOWHERE!!! HE’S STEALING IT!!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: NO! The kickout at the very last millisecond by Dirk Kane! Dr. Thomas may be the torturer here but he nearly manipulated his way into surprising Dirk with a Small Package right there! And Dirk is clearly very upset at almost being outsmarted as he mounts Dr. Thomas unloading with a series of punches. But Thomas with a thumb to the eye as he throws Dirk off him and rolls back up to his feet! Thomas charges in he is going for it… RUNNING DEATH!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO! Dirk Kane ducked underneath and Dr. Thomas went knee first into the turnbuckles! He turns around and charges in again… but Dirk catches him with a DK Spinebuster! Driving down Thomas with authority shaking the ring by its foundations! He grabs the arms of Thomas yanking him hard back up to his feet as he signals that this match is OVER!!! Double Underhook Facebuster!!! God damn he’s going for it can he get it?!?!
Jake Mercer: ANIMUS CONNECTS! HE GOT ALL OF IT! DIRK KANE WITH THE COVER HERE TONIGHT ON DYNASTY!!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner DIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK KANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
(“Brotherhood of Man” by Motorhead blasts across the speakers as Dirk Kane has his hand raised in victory.)
Stew-O: And so in the end it was the manipulator who survived the pain unleashed by the torturer and came out the winner here tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Perhaps there is wisdom in all that. That surviving torture is all about keeping your head and is truly more mental than physical.
Jake Mercer: Are you stupid Flan? Torture hurts like hell it has nothing to do with your mind. Just don’t think about it. I mean I was tortured online once and you know what I did? I just logged off. Just shut down yo.
Flannery McCoy: Yes maybe Dirk should have just given up and then he wouldn’t have won this match. Do you even listen to what you say?
Stew-O: Well regardless congratulations to CAPTAIN DIRK here tonight who is raking in even more money in the ring and I am sure with all the bets he has placed back in his casinos he is already richer than all three of us combined.
Jake, Flan, & Stew: :mjcry:
(The camera cuts to a commercial for ashwagandha supplements. Become a real man today.)
(The camera would fade back into the ring as ‘ME’ by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie would be playing in the background as the crowd would boo as Veena Adams would be seen sitting at a chair with her legs crossed and a very unhappy look on her face and to her right and left are two pairs of chairs across from one another as ‘ME’ would fade out and Veena would begin to speak)
Veena Adams: I really don’t want to do this.
(The crowd would continue to boo as Veena would shake her head)
Veena Adams: Anyways I hope you had a great time tonight at Friday Night Dynasty or as I like to call it, the Veena Adams Show ft. Dynasty, yeah that sounds good. But just like mine, your day will continue to get worse from here as joining me now are two teams who I absolutely despise with my heart. And I have no choice but to bring them out here. Introducing first, two women who ooze positivity and I absolutely hate it, they are sadly your Unified Tag Team Champions… ugh… The Realm.
(‘Never Too Late to Dance’ by DREAMERS would play up as the crowd would pop loudly as both Sierra Bradford and Harper Lee would excitedly make their way out to the stage. Both of them had the Unified Tag Team Championships around their shoulders as they would raise it high in the air and look at one another before making their way down the ramp and to the ring. They would both slide into the ring as they would jump up to opposite turnbuckles and raise their titles in the air to the cheers from the crowd before they hopped off as ‘Never Too Late to Dance’ would fade out and they would take their seats)
Harper Lee: Aww what’s with the negativity Veena?
Sierra Bradford: Is the little baby about to cry?!
Veena Adams: ShutupshutupSHUTUP!
(The Realm would break down in laughter as Veena would shake her head and direct her attention away from them and to the camera)
Veena Adams: Introducing next coming from the worst brand that I could ever imagine in Elite Answers Wrestling… Saturday Night Showdown. Both of them are absolute idiots and virgins who probably don’t even have chest hairs on their chests yet, Chained Fury everyone.
(‘Bow Down (Instrumental)’ by I Prevail would play up to boos as Ronan Malosi would make his way out to the stage. He would have a cocky smile on his face as he would spread his arms out and look around the crowd before shaking his head as he kept the expression on his face as he turned around and ‘Bow Down (Instrumental)’ would be replaced by ‘The Only Thing They Fear Is You’ by Mick Gordon which would give off even louder boos as Ryan Wilson would make his way out as well. The both of them would walk with one another as they would roll into the ring and take a seat as Ryan would be shaking his head and Ronan would he looking straight at Veena as ‘The Only Thing They Fear Is You’ would fade out and Ryan would quickly speak)
Ryan Wilson: Nuh uh Veena, I’m afraid you got multiple things wrong in your little… blabber that you spoke about us. So allow me to correct you thank you very much, ehm, ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time from the BEST brand on Elite Answers Wrestling soil, Saturday Night Showdown! At a combined weight of 500 pounds your NEXT Unified Tag Team Champions… CHAINED FURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ronan would clap in response as that wasn’t reflected in the crowd as they continued to boo the tag team as Veena would groan and hold up her phone)
Veena Adams: In one call I can end both of your careers here in an instant.
Ronan Malosi: :whoa: There’s no need to do that.
Veena Adams: Then let me speak-
Sierra Bradford: Actually you’ve been talking too much now, let us say some words. I know this isn’t about you, as much as you want to make it seem like otherwise, but I don’t think we had the chance to speak to you about this yet. You mind telling us what happened before Territorial Invasion regarding Sarah Price?
Veena Adams: Oh that slut, well Uncle Ryan did what he had to do and she didn’t comply, not on him. So now she’s gone, what? You got a problem with that?
Harper Lee: Wrongfully might I add. How come you allowed that, Co-General Manager?
Veena Adams: Who cares-
Ronan Malosi: God, let me stop you both there from continuing to have such pointless conversations with this “General Manager” and allow us to talk about the main reason why we’re here. And that is planning out our coronation for our Unified Tag Team Championship win at Road To Redemption! :blessed:
Ryan Wilson: Now we’re getting onto the good stuff, I was about to fall asleep with the combined boredom of being on this shitshow and whatever you guys were on about. I wouldn’t recommend looking over us, we’re the best that you can get in this tag division and it’s going to bring a smile to my face knowing that we get to be the ones to show just how unprepared you were heading into this. The sheer lack of incompetence and foolishness will further add on to the burden of being so fucking naive. I hope you learn that lesson when we take those titles from you both for the better.
Sierra Bradford: Are you done? Or are you going to keep saying your baseless and empty threats with absolutely no thud to them? There’s valid reasoning as to why both me and Harper simply believe that we will not lose at Road To Redemption. We don’t plan for these to be taken away from us so soon, and it’s pretty stupid to think that the team of Ronan Malosi, someone who has struggled to even keep a ounce of remembrance in this company. And Ryan Wilson, someone who hasn’t won a single title in however long he’s been here for, you think that they’re going to be the ones to take the titles away from us? Not a chance.
Harper Lee: Imagine thinking that, when Sierra has already beaten Ryan, and it’s pretty obvious I’ve pushed Ronan to the edge knowing that I’ve already got this win in the bag tomorrow on Showdown, I can’t imagine it in my head either. I tell it how it is, and I don’t see how this is going to be any different than how it was beforehand with every single opportunity that the both of you get, where you continue to fumble and drop the ball constantly. There’s a reason that there’s little to no validity in your statements that can get through to my head.
Veena Adams: Ooh emphasis on that please, Sierra already beating Ryan and your claim that you’re going to beat Ronan on Showdown, yeah yeah this is gonna be gold…
Ronan Malosi: Where’s the proof in that! If anything I’m going to be the one to beat you, and in MY eyes, I don’t see anything wrong with that. You haven’t been doing so swell in singles matches have you Harper? Finding yourself coming up short even against the smallest of bugs, do you consider yourself prepared for tomorrow? Or tell me, let me rephrase what you said, I don’t see any reason for our match to be any different from the rest of the results that you were given.
Ryan Wilson: Yeah and if you want to talk about my loss to Sierra then maybe you should put some thought into it. Ronan came out and cost me the match, but nooo apparently we like to put Ryan Wilson under a bad light don’t we?
Ronan Malosi: Sorry for that by the way.
Ryan Wilson: All cool, all cool. We never called ourselves perfect, we have our flaws that we can easily admit to you straight forward, there, might as well ramble on about that in your next monologue, but that’s human nature! We all have our flaws, and if you don’t believe that then you gotta be kidding me. What matters is this, look at the potential that both Ryan Wilson and Ronan Malosi have separately, now collectively. Can’t you see?! Dollar signs, now I don’t know about you but if that doesn’t spell Tag Titles, then you must be shit for brains.
Veena Adams: Oh c’mon don’t leave us at that do you think The Realm believe that they’re perfect???
Ryan Wilson & Ronan Malosi: Yes.
Sierra Bradford: :mjlol: You’ve gotta be kidding me.
Harper Lee: Have you not listened to what we’ve said constantly day in and day out? Has it crossed your mind in any sort of way what we’ve been through in this industry and you expect us not to have common sense? We’ve been through heck and back, we’ve suffered defeat after constant defeat time after time again yet that hasn’t stopped us. If we complained in any sort of way, well then we’d be doing our best Chained Fury impression wouldn’t we? It would be embarrassing to think that even after holding these titles we wouldn’t know our imperfections, I think that would be kind of stupid if you ask me. So yeah we all have our flaws, but it’s a matter of how you learn from them and make yourself better because of them.
Sierra Bradford: The thing that connects The Realm the most is that we both walked this sorrow path. We’ve met failure and we were unable to capture titles when we had the chance to, it sucks really. When it’s so close to our grasps and then poof, gone with the wind. I found myself disappointed in my ethic but these Unified Tag Titles? Well they’re our due. What we’ve worked so hard to gain and we never looked back since, that’s the great thing about it. You don’t even know us let alone what we’ve been through, you expect us to let these titles slip away to people like you? I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you two.
Veena Adams: Can I ask a question? Hopefullythisleadstoafight… who’s going to win at Road To Redemption-
Ryan Wilson: THAT… would be us madam. Taking this title away from this wretched brand and bringing it to greener pastures where it can be given the treatment it deserves.
Harper Lee: Trash.
Ronan Malosi: :comeagain: HEY! Don’t interrupt us with your petty words.
Sierra Bradford: Shut up.
Ryan Wilson: Real comedians aren’t you?
(Both teams would stand up from their positions as Veena would rub her hands together)
Veena Adams: Yessssss….
(Before Ryan would nudge the shoulder of Harper and move past her as Ronan would follow and do the same to Sierra before rolling out of the ring as Ryan would still have his mic in his hand)
Ryan Wilson: Tread carefully princesses.
Veena Adams: FUCK!
(‘The Only Thing They Fear Is You’ would play up as both Ryan and Ronan would look at Sierra and Harper with smirks on their faces as both members of The Realm would raise their halves of the Unified Tag Team Championships in the air as that was the last shot seen as Dynasty would fade out to commercial break from there)
(A commercial is shown advertising trampolines, try it. Maybe do a 450 onto your brother, you’ll probably break your neck doing it in the ring though, still, don’t try this at home)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…
Virtual Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(“Demi Gods” by Lab Rats & Slim Jim hits to cheers from the crowd.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 240 pounds he is THE FALLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNNNNNNNNN ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The Fallen Angel enters wearing a hood to dimly lit lights as the crowd cheers him on thru their monitors.)
Flannery McCoy: The Fallen Angel is quite new to EAW he is one of the latest wrestlers to sign to EAW and he already seems to be gaining popularity with the fans.
Jake Mercer: Oh no another emo boi who never grew out of his high school depression phase. Please god save me!
Stew-O: Well I don’t know if you have actually been consistently keeping up with him Jake but it is clearly not like that at all. This is a man who has worked hard for a long time to escape a dark past and now he can finally enjoy and live the life he wants here in EAW. That is very inspirational and I think that is something that these fans can relate to.
Jake Mercer: Speaking of his past I heard that The Fallen Angel is called that because he was the old lady who starred in those “I have fallen and can’t get up” commercials back in the 80s or whenever. I hope he doesn’t break a hip here tonight.
Flannery McCoy: I don’t even need to comment on that one.
(“ME” by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie comes across the speakers as the virtual crowd begins to boo. Some of them are shown breaking their computer keyboards in half in the anger at seeing Veena come to the ring for her match.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent from Greenwich, Connecticut weighing in at 125 pounds she is VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA ADAMS!!!
(Veena Adams comes out mocking the nerds on camera telling them that this is the closest they will ever get to a woman as beautiful as she is.)
Jake Mercer: These nerds and virgins living in their mother’s basements will never get as close to Veena than I am right now! Score!
Flannery McCoy: Yeah and you are pretty far away as it is. And I don’t think Veena has even noticed you. Does she even know your name.
Jake Mercer: She does. I know she does. She must.
Stew-O: Well… I don’t know about that one.
Jake Mercer: I said she does.
Stew-O: Fine damn she does. But that is not what is important here. Veena has completely mocked and belittled her opponent this week. Which is not unusual for her of course. But still I would rather they show each other a little more respect. I mean Angel is new to EAW and he’s not a bad guy Veena should be more welcoming!
Jake Mercer: Nah fuck all that! Veena is a veteran and she should be respected! This Angel guy deserves nothing until he actually earns it! He should be treated like shit as much as possible just when he is starting out!
Flannery McCoy: Well when you put it like that…
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: The match is underway as both competitors stand in their corners. Veena Adams hopping back and forth on both legs looking like she is anticipating the fight that is to come. The Fallen Angel standing stoically on the other side of the ring both of them staring each other down as they clench their teeth and move in. Veena charges with a kick to Angel’s gut hammering away at him then with her fists. Angel shoves her away as she falls back and he runs his shoulder hard into her side sending her into the corner. Angel charges in with a Running Knee into the corner but Veena side steps it. She gets a few well placed shots in with her forearm before climbing up on top of Angel in the corner and raining down punches on top of him. Angel trying to use his arms to block the shots before he eventually shoves Veena off him and across the ring. Angel out of the corner but Veena with a Baseball Slide taking out Angel’s legs from beneath him.
Flannery McCoy: Veena Adams mounts The Fallen Angel from behind raining down shots on top of him but Angel powers out of it throwing Veena away. Veena down on her back as Angel now mounts her and begins delivering a hard series of clubbing blows to her face. Veena throws Angel off as she is back up now. But Angel was waiting for her! Neural Collapse connects! Veena down as Angel goes in for the cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRR-
Jake Mercer: Kickout by Veena Adams! That was a close one there from The Fallen Angel who nearly scored a big upset in the early days of his EAW career right there! A win like that would surely get him noticed backstage in a hurry! Veena nearly falls out of the ring but Angel stops her by driving his knee down repeatedly into the back of her head. Angel stomping away at her now. Veena desperately shoves him away as she tries to get back up. Veena grabs him by the hair and yanks him hard! Angel goes falling out of the ring! No! Angel lands on the apron and springboards back in! Flying Forearm to Veena’s head and she is out cold! Angel right back to where he left off repeatedly stomping away at Veena on the ground. Knee drop as he begins to throw direct punches right to her face! Angel now looking to lock in a Sharpshooter! Angel going now for the Submission here!
Stew-O: But Veena Adams kicks The Fallen Angel away from her! Veena rolls out of the ring for a moment to catch her breath. But the Angel takes flight! SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE! But Veena throws the timekeeper’s table at Angel and he collides with it in midair! Down goes Angel and Veena now with a sadistic smirk as she picks up Angel and drops him with a DDT on the outside! Veena scratches Angel across the chest with her fingernails tearing his shirt before tossing him back into the ring. Veena tears off Angel’s shirt and hits him across the chest with a series of hard back chops echoing all over the arena. Veena jabs her thumb right into the windpipe of Angel! THUMBS UP CONNECTS!!! Veena goes for the cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! TW-
Flannery McCoy: The Fallen Angel kicks out with authority! Veena Adams can’t believe it! She only got a one count off that?!?!? But Angel is right back up immediately seemingly unaffected by the previous events of the matchup. Veena perching in the corner and you know what she is looking for. Veena charges in for the SPEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ANGEL MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Veena turns around… and gets caught with a hard uppercut right to her jaw! Veena collapses seemingly unconscious from the momentum of that savage blow! Angel pulls her up over his head… he stretches Veena across his shoulders… what is he going for here? OH SHIT COULD IT BE?!?!?
Jake Mercer: IT IS! BURNING HAMMER! THE ROARING CANNON CONNECTS! THE COVER!!! THE FALLEN ANGEL ABOUT TO SCORE THE UPSET HERE TONIGHT!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: THE REFEREE NOTICES THAT VEENA ADAMS’ LEG IS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! SHE DIDN’T EVEN KICK OUT! THE FALLEN ANGEL WOULD HAVE HAD THIS MATCH WON IF NOT FOR THE MERE INSTINCTUAL BEHAVIOR OF VEENA’S LEG! That had to be unintentional there is no way she can have that level of ring awareness after a move like that! Angel not letting it bother him however. He yanks Veena up to her feet by the hair. And a hard Axe Handle right to the skull knocks Veena back down to the mat. Veena crawling as she claws at the feet of Angel pulling herself up on his pants. Angel laughs at her. But suddenly Veena falls down on her back and delivers an uppercut catching Angel right in the face! Angel falls backwards as Veena rolls away into the corner. Angel charges out of the corner. Superkick to the face of Veena! No she dodges under the leg and rolls Angel up from behind!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO! ANGEL REVERSES IT INTO A ROLLUP OF HIS OWN!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEE-
Jake Mercer: Kickout by Veena Adams. The Fallen Angel back up! SUPERKICK AGAIN! No! Veena ducked beneath it once more! Veena with a series of karate strikes to the face of Angel before sending him flying face first into the middle rope with a Spinning Backhand. Veena off the ropes… but Angel falls off the ropes into the corner sitting down beneath the turnbuckle… but Veena charges in! Bronco Buster on her opponent in the corner! But Angel shoves her off! Veena rolls through it back up to her feet in the ring as Angel pulls himself up in the corner. Veena charges in and hits a clothesline… and grabs the head of Angel… Running Bulldog back into the ring! Veena is now making her way to the corner and climbing up to the top rope! Veena going high risk here tonight! Here she goes! Veena off the top… FATAL VOW!!!
Stew-O: MOONSAULT DOUBLE FOOT STOMP CONNECTS!!! VEENA WITH THE COVER!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner… VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA ADAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(“ME” by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie hits as Veena Adams has her arm raised in victory in the middle of the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: Damn not that bitch winning again! :noah: I mean congrats to Veena! You really deserve it!
Jake Mercer: rofl salty much Flan? Stay mad then because people like Veena are going to stay winning!
Stew-O: Big props to The Fallen Angel who dominated most of this matchup. I honestly thought he was going to win for a while there until Veena managed to turn it around at the end. I wouldn’t be shocked if Veena secretly felt that way too. Either way this match certainly could have gone a whole other way!
(The camera cuts to a commercial for Mike Tyson vs. Roy Jones Jr. inspiring old heads everywhere to beat the shit out of each other in their nursing homes.)
(‘GATTI’ by JACKBOYS and Pop Smoke hits, as the virtual crowd bursts into cheers. Andre Walker steps out onto the stage with the New Breed Championship resting on his shoulders and a mic in his hand. He does a billionaire walk down the entrance ramp and towards the ring.)
Stew-O: I heard that Andre Walker had a few words to say to all of us regarding his current title reign. I wonder what he’s got to say.
Flannery McCoy: Whatever it is, it’s probably important.
(Andre Walker slides into the ring. He then looks around at the virtual arena with a look of sorrow on his face. Andre then proceeds to speak.)
Andre Walker: I just wanted to come out here to offer an apology to all of you fans of this sport. Ever since I won this title back at Territorial Invasion, I had standards for this New Breed title and my reign.. But unfortunately, those standards haven’t been met. We all had high expectations for my reign and believed that I would take this title and elevate it to the moon and past the stars, but I haven’t done that, and I am sorry. I am so very sorry that I had to defend my title against Christian Demarco at House of Glass.. And I am so sorry that I’ll have to be matched up against Dorian Duke. Wait.. That’s not right..
(Andre Walker takes a second and reaches in his back pocket where he pulls out a notecard and reads it.)
Andre Walker: Oh DONOVAN!! That’s a pretty nice name :wow:
(Andre Walker puts his little notecard back into his back pocket.)
Andre Walker: I’m sorry that I have to face Donovan Duke at Road to Redemption and defend this title against yet another person that nobody cares for.. You people don’t want to see me facing Donald Ducks. You want to see me facing real competition that challenges me as a champion. And that Duke fellow isn’t it.. He simply-
Stew-O: IT’S DONOVAN DUKE!!! DONOVAN DUKE JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, SLID INTO THE RING, AND HIT ANDRE WALKER IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE DEALER’S CHOICE!! The spinning backfist sends Andre Walker down onto his knees in the ring!! The number one contender isn’t a fan of the disrespect being shown by Andre, as he grabs Walker and tosses him into the corner!! Donovan Duke is firing away with lefts and rights in the corner as Andre is taking a beating!! Andre attempts to throw a right handed punch of his own, but he misses entirely as Duke ducks underneath the arm! Duke gets from behind Andre as Walker turns around.. ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD BY DUKE DROPS WALKER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!
Flannery McCoy: Duke now reaches down into Andre’s back pocket and pulls out.. THE NOTECARD WITH DUKE’S NAME ON IT!!
(Donovan Duke looks at the notecard and laughs to himself before looking down at Andre Walker. Duke then crumples the notecard and shoves it into Andre’s mouth.)
Stew-O: Duke reaches down and grabs Andre by the head.. GUILLOTINE CHOKE!!! THAT’S THE BANKRUPT SUBMISSION HOLD BY DONOVAN DUKE!!! HE’S SQUEEZING THE LIFE OUT OF ANDRE WALKER RIGHT NOW AS WALKER IS ALSO CHOKING ON THAT PAPERBALL INSIDE OF HIS MOUTH!! Andre is trying to break free!! He’s trying to escape, but… BUT HE LOSES CONSCIOUSNESS!!! ANDRE WALKER IS OUT COLD IN THE CENTER OF THE RING BY THE HANDS OF DONOAVAN DUKE!!
Jake Mercer: I thought he said Dorian? :comeagain:
Flannery McCoy: Donovan Duke releases Andre Walker as Walker rolls off to the side unconscious!! And now Duke is getting hyped up with the crowd!! Donovan Duke is making it clear to everyone that he isn’t one to be slept on heading into Road to Redemption!! He earned his shot at the New Breed Title, and he isn’t letting Andre Walker belittle him as a challenger!!
Stew-O: These two have been on each other’s shows during the past few weeks, but now it’s escalated to the champion being knocked out and unconscious in the center of the ring. If this is the type of competitiveness these two intend on throwing at one another, then their match at Road to Redemption should be fun to watch!!
(The screen shows Donovan Duke looking down at Andre Walker while outlining a championship belt across his waist before the screen fades to black.)
(A commercial for hair dye with Harper Lee, find the perfect color of blonde to fit your needs. Not purple though, definitely not purple)
(The scene opens up with music playing. The song is “All The Things (Your Man Won’t Do)” by Joe. We see the inside the most lavish, luxurious, and velvety locker-rooms ever created as the familiar voice of a certain World Heavyweight Champion could be heard.)
Joe: Baby, I want to do…
???: I WANT TO DO!!!
Joe: All of the…things your man won’t do…
???: SING THAT SHIT GOD DAMN IT!!!
Joe: I’ll do them for you!
(We see its Viz singing alongside a Sonos surround sound speaker set up. An iPad is sitting on a pedestal as Viz gyrates his hips while wearing a custom purple Versace robe.)
Visual Prophet: Can’t think of a better way to get prepared to pummel a plump pussy like Payne then the lyrical stylings of the 14th greatest R&B singer of all time…Joe!
(Viz lets out an uncharacteristically loud cackle as in walks Max A. Million.)
Max A. Million: Um, is this a bad time to try and sneak an interview.
Visual Prophet: Um, it might be a bad time if you thought you could sneak in and grab a quick peeky peek at Prophet’s penis. You’re a few minutes too late for that, sweetheart.
Max A. Million: Wait, huh?
Visual Prophet: I’m joking, pal. If the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP-YUNNNNNN can’t have some fun then who can? You wanna “axe” the BBC a question? Fire away.
Max A. Million: Ok, with Road to Redemption on the horizon, do you have any interest tonight making an example out of Xander Payne in your match tonight?
Visual Prophet: Oh, not bad. All those times you spent exclusively interviewing Provençal have you sharper than I’d expect. Well, I’ve got extra motivation to humiliate and make an example out of that post sex change Melissa McCarthy built bitch. I’m following up a sad loss to The Liquid Swordz in which Serena Bennett and I, THE SHEA BUTTER BABIES, failed to advance to the finals of the Grand Prix tournament. That sucks but what would suck more is losing to this chubby stubby finger having crackhead tonight. I have half a mind to give that 8 gallons of pudding shoved inside a pink wetsuit looking prick the beating of his life but I also am the greatest showman this company has ever employed. Barnum and Bailey don’t have jack shit on The Visual Prophet. I will dominate and defeat Xander Payne tonight but I’ll leave just enough of that blubbering whale alive for the fans to witness officially be killed at Road to Redemption.
Max A. Million: That’s excellent! Another question, do you have plans for any potential special entrances? Last year, you shocked a lot of people by smuggling your Extreme Elimination Chamber weapon in your pants. I know Kassidy Heart in particular couldn’t keep her eyes off what you had that is until you revealed them to be nunchucks! First time we’ve ever saw that in EEC. Question is, do you bring that weapon back or is there something new planned?
Visual Prophet: Shit, when you are as creative and innovative as me, it’s hard not to think of new objects to torture your fellow elitists with. Maybe I have so many ideas that I might have my Propheteers and Vaniacs answer a poll on EAW.com about what item I should bring to the chamber this year? Maybe I pull out a Bazooka and blow have the chamber in half? Maybe some skewers for that Porky the pig Xander Payne? Chopsticks for MITSUBACHI? Maybe that’s racist so how about nah. Maybe even an Akai MPC to bash that underground hip hop dick sucking loser Lethal Consequences! The possibilities are-
???: :dave:
(In walks Lethal Consequences himself. LC rubs his bald head as he is wearing an Adobe House Production hoodie, a pair of denim shorts, and his black boots. LC looks at Viz but then turns and is fixated on the iPad playing the music.)
Visual Prophet: Oh look at what the cat dragged in! A literal Puss in Boots! What pleasure do we have of seeing-
Lethal Consequences: Your music stinks.
Visual Prophet: :tyson: You don’t like rhythm and blues, kemosabe?
Lethal Consequences: Shit soft like you. Fucking east coast garbage ruining my ears.
Visual Prophet: He was born in Alabama you idiot.
Lethal Consequences: I can hear the east coast influence in the vocals. Shit ain’t got soul. No heart in that lovey dovey shit. I can feel the estrogen. Smells like pussy in here.
Visual Prophet: It smelt like lavender and papaya first. But then, a Puss in Boots who thinks they can challenge me for my World Heavyweight Championship walked in and left his stank everywhere.
Lethal Consequences: :dave: Yea, aight. Lemme see this bullshit.
(LC stands next to the iPad and begins cycling through the Apple Music account.)
Visual Prophet: What do you think you’re doing you dipshit?
Lethal Consequences: Looking for some heat. “Rick James”? “LTD”? Maybe if I felt like sampling. I can’t get jiggy with this shit. Hmph. Where’s the…
Visual Prophet: Be careful around that Photos app. Might fuck around and see some nudes of your favorite elitists. Not just the girls either. (Winks in TLA-NESE)
Lethal Consequences: Fag. Let me hit this App Store. Download that Bandcamp app and…
Visual Prophet: Fuck is you doing, dawg?
Lethal Consequences: There we go. Let me put you onto some heat rock, dummy.
(Lethal Consequences taps on a mixtape called “Cribtape” and begins playing “Still MF Cold” by an artist named Collar John. LC begins nodding his head as he turns to Viz who is left confused.)
Visual Prophet: What is this noise?
Lethal Consequences: That Adobe House Blassic, homes. Collar John a bad hombre. While I’m here, let me purchase you up a copy of his latest effort. “Cribtape” top five projects this year. Name your own price. On second thought, you got Netflix money right? 500 dollars for this one ain’t no thing for Big Bad Alt boy Viz.
Visual Prophet: You dirt bag. Get away from my iPad god damn it.
(Viz shoves LC out the way and begins fiddling with the iPad.)
Lethal Consequences: What you doing, hombre?
Visual Prophet: Fixing this noise before my delicate ears go deaf! Jesus, how you gonna play a song sampling the same song you said sucked?
Lethal Consequences: It sounds better this way, duh.
Visual Prophet: Shut the fuck up. Ah, here we go.
(Viz begins playing a different song. “Love Ballad” by L.T.D. Begins to play out of the speakers.)
Lethal Consequences: You smoking dope, Viz? What with this crap?
Visual Prophet: That’s your problem. You embrace all this cheap renditions and remixes and remakes. The original is just as good if not better. That little beat tape cant beat the first take. This right here is classic.
Lethal Consequences: Look at you. Wet behind your ears. Like a puppy. Telling OG LC about classics vs new shit. Sounding like a damn alt. Phony shit. Big faker set repping cunt.
Visual Prophet: AND WHAT WE HAVE IS MUCH MORE THAN THEY CAN SEE!!
Lethal Consequences: Taylor Swift backup singer. You are too big for that.
Visual Prophet: Big dog, you see me don’t you?
Lethal Consequences: Gimme dat iPad.
Visual Prophet: Hey! Don’t touch that, this is my favorite-
(LC immediately cuts the song right back off. LC heads on over to YouTube and begins searching up a new track.)
Lethal Consequences: I got what you need “champ”. How about some De La Soul?
Visual Prophet: De La Sole?! You about to buy some Spanish shoes on my shit now?
(“Much More” by De La Soul begins blasting out the speakers as Viz makes another puzzled face.)
Lethal Consequences: That real hip hop. Beat rock hot like sheet rock, pussy. Real champion sound. Not that lullaby love shit you on. You don’t even deserve to hear such illustrious musicianship let alone keep that coveted championship no longer.
Visual Prophet: First off, this samples the exact song I just played before you put it on. You’ve got to be trolling and it’s getting annoying. Second off, you have not done half of what I’ve done this year to even speak on my worth as World Heavyweight Champion. You had one National Elite Championship reign and before that you hadn’t touched gold in nearly a decade. I was in high school last time you were a champion before you lucked your way into beating Jack Ripley and even when you got that you needed Lindsey Kingsley help.
Lethal Consequences: You talk too much. I know what I know and you wanna know what I know? I know I won’t need nobody or nothing to end your run at Road to Redemption. Look at you, listening to show tunes and gassing your self up like you can stand opposite the mighty and powerful Big LC. I am Inevitable, jamoke.
Visual Prophet: And I am tired of hear you and your crappy ass music.
(Viz pie faces LC and grabs his iPad.)
Lethal Consequences: :dave: Did you just touch my face with your dirty hands.
Visual Prophet: Let me plays some Chaka Kahn and lighten this mood. You either need a snacky snack, some juicy juice, or some soul music to relax your muscular ass head but we can figure this out right now.
(“Through the Fire” by Chaka Kahn begins to play. LC rubs his hands over his face as Viz has his back to Lethal Consequences.)
Visual Prophet: :susdance: Oh you know the vibes huh!?
Lethal Consequences: Ye. Aight. :dave:
BAM!!!
Stew-O: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES JUST CHEAP SHOT VIZ WITH A BEHIND THE BACK LOW BLOW KICK! VIZ DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND ROLLS ON THE FLOOR AS LC BEGINS GIVING A COUPLE STOMPS TO THE CHAMPION! MY GOD WHAT A SNEAKER ATTACK BY LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!
Jake Mercer: You disrespect the man’s musical taste and he’s got to resort to giving you a taste of pain. Big LC don’t take no shit, Stew!
Lethal Consequences: First off, don’t ever change my music. I carefully craft and curate the finest music around here. Second off, I wasn’t the National Elite Champion…I was the last National EXTREME champion you scrub. Finally…
(LC walks over to the iPad and goes to SoundCloud and finds “Through The Wire” by Kanye West as he begins bobbing his head up and down.)
Lethal Consequences: The same way I came in here and easily took over this bitch and changed the music. It’s the same way I’m going to enter that Extreme Elimination Chamber and take over that and change the name on that front of that big gold belt of yours. Suck my balls DJ Dick Envy. Tell Angela Yee her face is fat and give Charlamagne the Turd Log a kiss on the cheek for me. You mainstream loser.
(Lethal Consequences adjusts his hoodie and begins to leave as Viz rolls around and turns to the door.)
Visual Prophet: You fucking knuckle dragging monkey! Jokes on you, I actually love this song! Also…you never getting my belt…you…FUCK my balls hurt really bad! SHIT!
(Viz rolls on his back and clutches his crotch as suddenly, in walks one last person. The person has his back turned as Viz looks up and sees them messing with his iPad.)
Visual Prophet: Oh god, not you too!
(Suddenly, the music changes from Kanye West to something else. “Black Honey” by Thrice begins to tune up as we see Komatsu Ogawa standing over Viz.)
Komatsu Ogawa: I heard you two guys having a scuffle over the best music to listen to and I decided to play the best song i’ve ever heard in my life. A catchy one, the same song you and everyone else will hear at the end of the Extreme Elimination Chamber when MITSUBACHI WINS THE ENTIRE THING AND BECOMES WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! It will be the greatest night ever!
Visual Prophet: :tyson: get out of here before I get up and roll you like a piece of sushi and eat you alive!
Komatsu Ogawa: Good luck with Xander Payne tonight! MITSUBACHI will be watching to see how…NUTS you both god in that ring! Get it? Nuts? Cause Lethal Consequences just kicked you right in the-
Visual Prophet: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE DAMN!
Komatsu Ogawa: Ha Ha Ha! See you later, champ!
(Ogawa scrams as Viz sits up still holding his groin as he leans against his chair and shakes his head.)
(A commercial advising the EAW Universe not to be racist and unreliable, like certain people…)
(The camera fades in to the backstage area of the arena as Molly Waters is seen with a smile on her face as she has a mic in her hand in a designated area of the backstage hallway as she would begin to speak)
Molly Waters: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time… Limmy Monaghan.
(Before long a chuckle would be heard as Limmy would be seen entering the camera frame with a smug look on his face as he looked down at Molly with a exaggerated smile as she would hesitantly continue to speak)
Molly Waters: Thank you for joining me today Limmy.
Limmy Monaghan: Yeah you better be thanking me. I took time out of my day to do this when I could’ve spent more valuable time at some place like, I don’t know… 7/11 or The Cheesecake Factory… just give me your fucking question goddamn.
Molly Waters: Well obviously we can talk about the elephant in the room and what happened last week on Dynasty. After a crushing defeat to Harper Lee, your partner Mason Massacre was viciously attacked at the hands of the PURE Champion Dray Fontana. Could you possibly give us an update on his status?
Limmy Monaghan: It bums me to say, but you won’t be seeing Mason Massacre in the ring… indefinitely. It’s a bummer really, but there’s nothing I can really do about it. I find myself in a position just like after Territorial Invasion, on my own, and I have absolutely no problem with that. It wasn’t something I was expecting but it’s a situation that I can adapt to, easily.
Molly Waters: Speaking of this isn’t the first time this has happened to you. At Territorial Invasion in the Unified Tag Team Championship match your partner Mark Macias was blinded by The Realm which helped them come out with the Tag Titles themselves. A week or so later you gave your comments saying that this was your time to shine on your own, does the sentiment stay the same?
Limmy Monaghan: Of course, why wouldn’t it be any different? With or without Mason I’m thriving on my own, do you not see what I’m doing at Road To Redemption? I’m fighting for the PURE Championship, which is soon to be mine by the way. Mason was never a factor in determining whether I was going to thrive or not, it was a matter of the skills that I possess, and I have a lot of those believe me.
Molly Waters: Well, do you have any comments for Dray Fontana after the attack last week, what do you have to say to him?
(Limmy would smirk as he would hold out his hand as Molly would slowly hand him the mic as he would look towards the camera and focus the attention on him as he would begin to speak)
Limmy Monaghan: I hope you’re listening loud and clear, at this point not just Dray, but Adam Lucas too, don’t think I forgot about you. I have my feelings about what happened but to be honest, it doesn’t differ my chances in this matchup that we have going on, our little three-way tango that I won’t forget about. Dray’s petty attempt at digging under my skin has failed, but what did I expect? Such desperate means of trying to make yourself seem above the rest, more or less trying to keep your status, making sure it doesn’t deter. But I see through you, easily. Allow me, as revenge, to take something away from the both of you. Of course the PURE Championship from Dray, and Adam Lucas’ last hope at ever winning a title.
(Molly would stand next to him with a shocked expression on her face as Limmy would hand her back the mic and begin to leave)
Limmy Monaghan: Thank me for my time.
(Limmy would scoff as he would walk out, leaving the scene as Molly Waters would be the only person seen as she would turn to the camera as a quick smile on her face popped up as that was the last shot seen as Dynasty would then transition to elsewhere as the scene would fade out)
[Adam Lucas & Dray Fontana defeats MITSUBACHI & Komatsu Ogawa TBP ASAP apologies for the inconvenience]
(A commercial for Andre Walker and his brand of leather jackets, pretty suggestible, but at least you don’t have to have your own face over your crotch, now that’s just weird)
(Camera cuts to a pre taped video package starting with a view of Vic Vendetta sitting in a darkened room. He has a serious look on his face as you can hear a person from behind the camera start to ask him a question)
EAW Interviewer: So, who is Vic Vendetta?
Vic Vendetta: Vic Vendetta is many things.. He’s a family man, he’s a hard worker, he’s someone that will never say die.. But first and foremost, Vic Vendetta is an asskicker.
(Camera cuts to highlights from when Vic won the IW title at PFP 3 in a Battle Royal outlasting Jon Kelton, and Justin Windgate.)
Vic Vendetta: I know I’ve made my mistakes, I know I’ve let this company down before, but with that time off, I’ve been able to self reflect. But this isn’t like the last time that I left. This isn’t some sob story of me trying to rekindle something that I lost, and trying to prove to the world, and myself that I still have it. Everyone can believe what they want, but the fact of the matter is, I’m doing this just because I can’t legally beat peoples asses in the streets. And oddly enough there seems to be the perfect candidates to be getting their asses kicked by me right here on Dynasty.
(Video shows the last time Vic Vendetta appeared on EAW television back in 2014; but emerges back to when he won the CITV briefcase at PFP 7, and later in that night as he cashed in the contract to win the IW title for his second try)
Vic Vendetta: I’ve accomplished a lot in this company, and even with everything that I’ve done, there’s still more that I want to do. Especially when there’s pissants like Jake Smith running around. You want to know who I am? I’m someone that doesn’t take shit from anyone, if you want to get in that ring with me, you need to know that you’re getting in a fight. And you may think you’re ready for that fight, but as others can tell you, it’s not the kind of fight you want to pick. Jake Smith picked the wrong fight; and if he thinks he can just make a name off of me? He’s got another thing coming. Now don’t get me wrong, he’ll get a name off of me, but I don’t think it’s the kind of name that he wants. See I’ve beaten the best of the best, and I can tell you right now, Jake Smith might think he’s on the come up, but that come up with be met with nothing but great despair. Hey go ahead and ask some of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots, just who Vic Vendetta is, they’ll tell you.
(Camera cuts to when Vic Vendetta beat Jamie O’Hara and Aren Mstilov at Grand Rampage 2016 for the EAW Championship)
Vic Vendetta: I’m not just some old man that can be used and abused for someone else’s gain. I’m not somebody’s lackey like Jake Smith. I’m not someone that just takes the easy way out, like Jake Smith. I’m not someone that just starts shit just so I don’t be forgotten like Jake Smith. Did you hear the crowd Jake? Did you hear how they sounded when I came back? I’m sure you did. I’m sure that’s the entire reason that you came out that night, because I was the one getting all the attention, and you hated that. You hated that after so long of being out of the public eye, I can just walk right back into EAW and get all the attention. That’s the attention you want right? That’s what you think you deserve right? I bet you’re pretty pissed off that another vet has come back, and you have taken a backseat.
(Camera cuts to Vic Vendetta standing in the middle of the Dynasty ring during his latest comeback, smiling at the crowd)
Vic Vendetta: It’s a curious feeling, being wanted, appreciated, remembered. It’s something we all strive for, and something I bet you hope to accomplish someday. But the difference between you and I Jake, and what you fail to realize.. You talk about it, I live it. I’ve done everything that you say you’re going to do. I don’t need to parade around acting like a clown to make sure I’m remembered. I just do what comes naturally. Jake, you can say whatever you want, but the accolades back me up.. Not you. You may think that this is your time but… Don’t forget.
(Vic Vendetta looks down at his hands, before bringing it up to the cameras view showing off his Hall of Fame ring)
Vic Vendetta: I’ve already reached the very peak of this industry, while you’re still scaling the mountain. So.. You asked me “who is Vic Vendetta”.. Well take a look right here. Vic Vendetta is an EAW Hall of Famer, and he’s not someone to be fucked with. Jake Smith, you bring the best you can, and I will show you that even that is not enough. There’s a distinct difference between an EAW Hall of Famer, and just a guy that doesn’t know when to shut up. I think it’s time I give you a lesson that you have been so desperate to have, even if you weren’t aware. I would have thought that your boy Drake King would’ve spread the word to you of all people, but here we are. Learn from his experiences, because you’re just following the same path. Doubt me, and you will fail. Bring your best, and you will fail. Show up at RTR, and you will fail. Do you see the pattern? No matter what you say, think, or do, the end result will always be the same. Vic Vendetta, the Hall of Famer, will humble Jake Smith.
(Vic would nod to himself before standing up and making his way out of the scene as that was the last thing seen before Dynasty would fade back to the World 1 Theatre)
(‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke hits, as Chris Elite steps out onto the stage. The virtual crowd gives him a loud reaction as he begins to make his way down to the ring)
Stephie Love: The following contest is set for.. ONE FALL!! Making his way to the ring.. From Brooklyn, New York.. Weighing in at 210lbs!!! CHRIS ELITE!!!
Stew-O: Here we go! This should be a great matchup between both Chris Elite and Jake Smith!
Jake Mercer: You’ve got that right Stew! Both of these men have matches at Road to Redemption to look forward to too, but one of their stops on their road to redemption involves a meeting with one another! This one is going to be good!
(‘War’ by Grandson hits, as Jake Smith steps out onto the stage to a loud eruption of boos from the virtual crowd. Jake smiles out and makes his way down towards the ring as Chris Elite is seen hopping in the corner, getting warmed up)
Stephie Love: And his opponent.. From Venice, California.. Weighing in at 210lbs!! JAKE SMITH!!!
Stew-O: Jake Smith picked up an impressive victory last week over the reigning PURE Champion, Dray Fontana. Can he keep the momentum going with a victory over one of the Grand Prix Finalists?
Flannery McCoy: With his match against Vic Vendetta approaching, I’d like to assume he’s locked in and ready to take on whoever stands in his way.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Here we go! Both Chris Elite and Jake Smith circle around in the center of the ring! Smith with a forearm shot! No, Chris Elite manages to duck underneath the arm! He gets from behind Jake as Jake turns around.. ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE BY CHRIS ELITE!! NO!! Jake Smith ducks underneath the leg and gets from behind Chris! Jake now wraps his arms around the waist of Chris Elite.. AND SUPLEXES HIM BACK!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! Chris Elite lands on his feet after adjusting and doing a backflip in mid air!! Jake Smith turns around and gets hit by a hard right handed punch!! Chris Elite fires away with a left now as Jake clutches at his body in pain!! Smith takes a step back.. BUT GETS DRILLED BY A SHOOT KICK DIRECTLY INTO THE CHEST BY ELITE!! Chris now spins.. BACKFIST LARIAT BY CHRIS ELITE!!! 5 BOROUGH COMBO!!!
Stew-O: NO FLANNERY!! Jake Smith manages to duck underneath the arm at the very last second, as Chris stumbles on his feet… AND JAKE CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK THAT CATCHES CHRIS ELITE IN THE FACE AND DROPS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS OF THE RING!!!
Jake Mercer: Chris Elite lands flat on his butt!! He’s in a seated position in the center of the ring.. AND IS MET BY A RUNNING KICK TO THE CHEST BY JAKE SMITH THAT SENDS HIM FLAT AGAINST MAT!! Jake now steps over to the head of Chris Elite.. AND HE STOMPS DOWN!! ONE!!! TWO!! THREE VICIOUS STOMPS!! That’s the crushcrushcrush!!! On Crushed Elite!!!
Stew-O: Jake Smith quickly moves off to the side as he raises his arms out and stares down at Chris Elite who is slowly getting up onto his hands and knees! Elite continues to work up and finally stands.. BUT IT’S JAKE SMITH WHO MEETS HIM WITH A RUNNING BICYCLE KICK!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! Chris Elite side steps as Jake goes right past him! Jake turns around.. HEAD SHOT!! PELE KICK BY CHRIS ELITE SENDS JAKE BACK INTO A SEATED POSITION IN THE CORNER!! Chris Elite now backs up towards the opposing corner as Jake. He takes a moment, then charges in!! HAWK EM!! RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE BY CHRIS ELITE RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF JAKE SMITH SEATED IN THE CORNER!!! Jake drops down to the canvas as Chris Elite rolls out of the way and onto the ring apron!! Elite, reaches up and grabs the ring ropes and uses them to get up to his feet!! And now he’s.. He’s climbing up onto the top rope!! Jake Smith is still down clutching at his face as Chris Elite makes his way up to the top!!!
Stew-O: BUT LOOK! Jake notices the position that he’s in, and slides under the bottom rope and out to the ringside floor!! Chris Elite looks pretty frustrated about the evasion by Jake Smith as he leaps off of the top rope and lands on his feet in the ring..
Jake Mercer: BUT JAKE SMITH CHOPS AT THE BACK OF CHRIS ELITE’S LEG FROM RINGSIDE AS CHRIS ELITE FALLS DOWN IN THE RING!! Jake reaches in and grabs Chris by the head, then pulls his head and shoulders over the ring apron… AND SMITH DROPS A FOREARM DOWN ONTO THE CHEST OF CHRIS ELITE!! ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!!! That last shot forces Chris Elite to drop from inside the ring down to the ringside floor. Jake Smith quickly slides back into the ring and runs to the ropes at the other end! He bounces back as Chris Elite is slowly getting up to his feet on the outside.. AND JAKE SMITH LEAPS OUT OF THE RING WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES AND LANDS DIRECTLY ONTO CHRIS ELITE AS BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AT RINGSIDE!!!
Referee: One.. Two.. Three.. Four..
Stew-O: Jake Smith gets up to his feet as Chris Elite remains struggling to move at ringside. Smith bends down to drop 4 consecutive punches down onto Elite before lifting him up to his feet! Smith now slides Elite into the ring before sliding himself in!! Jake watches Chris as he walks around his downed opponent! Chris Elite is slow to move, but Jake grabs him and lifts him up to his feet.. What is doing here!?! BROKEN WINGS!! SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! Chris Elite spins through as both men stay on their feet and spin into.. A HAMMERLOCK DDT BY CHRIS ELITE!! That’s the Face Value!!
Jake Mercer: The value of his face probably dropped after taking a beating like that!! .. Not that there was any value to begin with.. You can share my name.. But you can’t take my good looks.
Stew-O: Chris Elite slowly gets himself up onto his hands and knees as he attempts to work up to his feet. Jake Smith is not too far behind, as he.. HE STANDS UP AND KICKS THE SIDE OF CHRIS ELITE’S LEG!! Chris was nearly up to his feet, but he drops down to his knee after that shot!! He slowly works back up to his feet, but Jake connects with a forearm shot!! Another by Jake!! And another, as Chris Elite begins to fall back against the ropes! Jake Smith turns around and runs to the far ropes!! He bounces back..
Jake Mercer: BROOKLYN HIGH!! BROOKLYN HIGH CONNECTS AS BOTH MEN FLIP IN MID AIR AND CRASH DOWN TO THE CANVAS OF THE RING!! Chris Elite quickly pops up to his feet! Runs over to the corner and scales up to the top rope!! Chris Elite looks down at Jake Smith.. FROG SPLASH BY CHRIS ELITE!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! JAKE SMITH ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AS CHRIS LANDS BELLY FIRST ONTO THE RING APRON!! These two Dynasty Elitists have been going back and forth. Neither one has been able to gain the clear advantage of the other so far! Jake Smith gets up onto his knees as he clutches at his torso in pain. He looks down at Chris Elite who is face down on the in the center of the ring.. What is Jake doing? He’s getting up to his feet. He’s brushing his hair back!! And Jake gets off to the side of Chris Elite and.. DROPS DOWN TO LOCK IN A CROSSFACE!!! CROSS FACE IS LOCKED IN BY JAKE SMITH!!
Stew-O: Jake has a firm grip on Chris Elite right now, as he is wrenching on his head!! Chris is desperately trying to break free from Jake’s grip, but Jake continues to pull harder!! Elite may need to tap out!! He may need.. WAIT CHRIS ELITE REVERSES IT INTO A PETERSON ROLL AS HE PINS JAKE SMITH’S SHOULDERS DOWN ONTO THE MAT!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THHHHHHHHHHHHHREEEEEEEEEEE-
Stew-O: KICKOUT BY JAKE SMITH!!! That was a close one!! Jake quickly gets up to his feet as Chris Elite gets to his own shortly after.. RUNNING LARIAT BY JAKE SMITH!!! NO! Chris Elite ducks underneath the arm as Jake continues to run to the ropes! Meanwhile, Chris runs to a set of ropes as well as both men are running right towards each other.. DRIVE BY!! THE POUNCE CONNECTS FROM CHRIS ELITE AS HE DRIVES HIS HEAD AND BODY RIGHT INTO THE RIBCAGE OF JAKE SMITH AND SENDS HIM DOWN!!! Jake is in tremendous pain right now as he clutches at his ribs. Chris Elite reaches down and grabs him. He brings him up to his feet, then irish whips him over to the corner!! Jake crashes back against the turnbuckle!! Chris Elite quickly rushes in on Jake Smith and connects with a stinging clothesline in the corner!! Jack is definitely hurt from that shot, but that isn’t stopping Elite as Chris lifts Jake up onto his shoulders!! What does he have in mind here? Elite runs across the ring to the opposing corner.. AND TOSSES JAKE SMITH HEAD FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE WITH THE 44 BULLDOG!! THE LAWN DART!!
Flannery McCoy: Jake is down on his knees with his head resting against the corner turnbuckle after being tossed right into it! He tries to get up to his feet, but instantly drops back down to his knees in the corner! That shot definitely showing it’s effects right now in this match.. Jake quickly turns around into a seated position in the corner.. HAWK EM BY CHRIS ELITE!!! THE RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE IN THE CORNER CONNECTS ONCE AGAIN AS JAKE SMITH DROPS DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! Chris Elite quickly rolls him over and goes for the pin!!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Jake Mercer: Jake Smith with another kickout!!! Chris Elite is pretty frustrated after that kickout by Jake. He quickly pops up to his feet and gets into a strong fighting stance as he awaits his opponent.. Elite is light on his toes as Jake slowly rises up to his feet.. AND CHRIS ELITE WITH DREAMING!!! AXE KICK BY CHRIS ELITE!!
Stew-O: NO!! JAKE SMITH CATCHES THE LEG AND TRIPS CHRIS ELITE DOWN TO HIS BACK ON THE MAT!! Jake quickly interlocks his legs with Chris’ as he then begins to turn Elite’s body over into.. INTO A SHARPSHOOTER!! SHARPSHOOTER IS LOCKED IN BY JAKE SMITH ON CHRIS ELITE!! CHRIS IS IN TREMENDOUS PAIN!!
Jake Mercer: Chris Elite is getting his back broke!
Flannery McCoy: It will most certainly snap if Jake wrenches back even further!! Elite’s butt is nearly touching the back of his head!!
Stew-O: You can clearly see the intensity in the eyes of Jake Smith as he tries to put this one away!! Meanwhile, Chris Elite is clutching at his head, trying to figure a way out of this hold!! Elite slowly works up onto his forearms and begins to army crawl his way towards the ring ropes!! He’s almost there!! He’s reaching for the ropes!! Jake continues to take small steps back as Chris Elite is now just fingertips away!!!
Flannery McCoy: But Jake Smith quickly releases tension on the sharpshooter by standing up, and begins to pull Chris back towards the center of the-
Stew-O: CHRIS ELITE MANAGES TO GET HIMSELF FREE AS HE TURNS ONTO HIS BACK AND KICKS JAKE IN THE BACK AS SMITH STUMBLES FORWARD!! Chris Elite works up to his feet quick, but clutches at his lower back in pain. Chris makes his way over to Jake, grabs his wrist and runs to the ropes.. SPRINGBOARD WRISTLOCK CUTTER!!! THE ELITE CUTTER CONNECTS AS JAKE’S FACE PLANTS INTO THE RING!! Chris Elite is in pain still from that sharpshooter from earlier as he slowly works onto his hands and knees while giving his lower back a lot of attention. Meanwhile, Jake Smith still has yet to move after the cutter. These two men have gone back and forth and have been neck and neck with each other since the start of this match. Elite slowly gets up to one knee, then up to his feet as he stumbles his way over to a corner.
Jake Mercer: Chris is extremely tired right now. He’s breathing heavily as Jake Smith is slowly working his way up to his feet… Jake turns to face Chris.. BOX OFFICE SMASH!!!
Stew-O: NO!! Jake Smith ducks underneath the leg, then turns Chris Elite around! Smith with a strong kick to the midsection.. BROKEN WINGS!! SNAP SWINGING NECK BREAKER CONNECTS BY JAKE SMITH AS HE DROPS DOWN FOR THE PIN!!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘War’ by Grandson hits, as the virtual crowd boos heavily. Jake Smith pops up to his feet and smirks out to the crowd as he the refeee raises his hand)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner.. JAKE SMITH!!!
Stew-O: What a fast paced back and forth match we just witnessed between these two talents! Jake picked up a great victory tonight against Chris Elite who has been on a roll as of late and is getting prepared for his Grand Prix finals match at Road to Redemption.
Flannery McCoy: Jake needs to be on his game if he plans on taking on one of the greatest legends to ever step foot in this business, Vic Vendetta, at Road to Redemption. There is no surprise to me that he came out tonight with the intensity that he showed in that ring.
Stew-O: That’s true Flannery. Hopefully we see this same energy from Smith and Vendetta when they square off at Road to Redemption!
(Jake Smith is seen celebrating in the ring before the screen fades out)
(A commercial for Lucky Charms is shown as Myles is seen joining his own kind, the leprechauns. :wow:)
(Dynasty’s broadcast transitions, playing the intro music and a quick graphics package for the hit TV show “True Avas” on the E! Network. Just as the “True Avas” logo flashes across the screen, an animated can of spray paint pops up onto the screen, scratching out the name “Avas” in blue ink. The word is replaced with the name “Bennetts” in graffiti-style, drawn by the floating can of spray paint. A blue bandana animation waves across the screen as the broadcast transitions to the opening scene of C! Network’s premier episode of True Bennetts.)
(The next scene is an overhead shot of a sophisticated, walled, and gated 1920s Spanish Revival residence located on a huge corner lot in one of Los Angeles’ most desirable neighborhoods. A chocolate lab trots along the neatly trimmed green grass, barking at the cameras as they pan along the palm trees lining the entryway to the home.)
[SCREENBAR – BENNETTS’ RESIDENCE, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA]
(The broadcast transitions to the front door, then the foyer of the home. Eventually, we are led into the kitchen of the Bennetts’ residence: a full chef’s kitchen with Thermador appliances, a breakfast bar, and full custom cabinetry to match the marble island in the center of the kitchen. Just as some up-tempo, royalty-free hip hop music begins to play, Serena Bennett steps into the kitchen–but it’s not a version of Serena Bennett we’re used to seeing anymore. Instead of the two-time, two-time Universal Women’s Champion, in walks a brown-haired, glasses wearing pencil skirt holding a clipboard tightly to her chest. Her unnecessarily high heels click across the black marble floors of the kitchen as she makes her way to the island and takes a seat on one of the bar stools at the island. She carefully lays her clipboard out in front of her and takes a glance at her Patek Philippe 18 karat rose gold watch. Her arrogant smile quickly folds down into a glare as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. A few seconds pass before Serena Bennett–another one–strolls into the kitchen. It’s another former version of Serena that the EAW Universe hasn’t seen in a while: pink hair, white shutter shades, pink fur slippers, wearing a “THIS BITCH LOVES SOSA” t-shirt while holding a bottle of Rosė wine in one hand and her cell phone in the other.)
Brown-Haired Serena: Um…wow.
Pink-Haired Serena: Here we fuckin’ go.
Brown-Haired Serena: Really?
Pink-Haired Serena: Really what, bitch?
Brown-Haired Serena: For starters, you smell like you took a bath in hand sanitizer. Not to mention that you’re LATE. We have a VERY strict schedule to adhere to, missy. You should know better than this. You’re holding the entire team up!
Pink-Haired Serena: I’m here, am I not? Damn. I’m booked and busy, pooh, not my fault errybody and they mama want my attention, you not special. Get off my ass already, fuck more do you want from me?
Brown-Haired Serena: Well, SOMEBODY has to keep order around here, as “BoOkeD aNd BuSy” as you are. And god only knows that only one of us is capable of doing so. If you’re not going to take this seriously, let me know. We can make arrangements to bring another one of us in, it’s not like we NEED you, not necessarily.
Pink-Haired Serena: Bitch, PLEASE! Who the fuck else you gon’ call up? That bloody bitch too busy with that itty bitty Specialists Championship, and Purple got buried by Kassidy Heart, you not gon’ be able to find her again no time soon. You most certainly need me, bby girl. I’m the one who’s got the most influence, I’M the one that won a Grand Rampage. I’M the one that’s gon’ walk away with the Universal Women’s Title, I’M the one who bagged a fine ass motherfucker like SOSA Henderson. 😻 And I’M the one that’s carryin’ this ENTIRE Serena Bennett brand on her muhfuckin’ back, sis. Talk to me nice.
(Brown-Haired Serena purses her lips and adjusts her glasses as she glances back down at her clipboard. The Pink-Haired Serena rolls her eyes and takes a big swig of her wine. The broadcast cuts to a quick full shot of both Serenas sitting together at the island in the kitchen. Whether we have the power CGI or some of Vizzy’s magic to thank for this unusual sight, the viewing audience is unsure. Still, while somewhat off putting and bizzare, it is remarkable to see two contrarian renditions of Serena Bennett on screen at once.)
(The broadcast then cuts to a quick confessional where a Pink-Haired Serena is dramatically complaining about the schedule restrictions imposed by Brown-Haired #FOXCares Serena.)
Pink-Haired Serena: I don’t know what the fuck this uppity bitch be on about half the time, cuz! She should be thankful I even cared to show up to–whatever the hell this is. But that’s how this bitch act, anxious as hell, worried ‘bout erry lil’ thing, it’s tired. It’s lame. And wastin’ a motherfucka’s time with stoopid ass meetings like this one. I got things to do. I got money to make, coins to collect, a bag to chase. She fuckin’ my whole day up. Can’t believe we related at all, man, ugh.
(The feed cuts back to the inside of the kitchen where Pink-Haired Serena continues to sip on her wine while fishing through her phone, very much annoyed that Brown-Haired Serena insists on rambling on about her list that she cares nothing about.)
Brown-Haired Serena: –therefore, at Road to Redemption, we have to make sure that we do all that we can to ensure that we walk away with our Universal Title in our hands–
Pink-Haired Serena: Hold up. “We?” Bitch, this got nuttin’ to do with me, like, at all. Tell that broad to do it her damn self, fuck she need me for? I got plans with SOSA that night anyway. 😻 So y’all gon’ have to figure sumn else out, like I said, I’m B-U-S-Y.
Broad-Haired Serena: :scusthov: Out of all the men you’ve had at your disposal…I’ll never understand why you opted to waste our precious resources on a man like THAT, who’s clearly been nothing of a negative influence on you since the day you met him.
Pink-Haired Serena: Well, shiiiiddddd, if gettin’ dicked down the way I am every night is so much of a “bad influence” on me, consider me corrupted then, ya digg? Regardless, I’m dead serious. Ain’t no reason for me to be as involved in this situation as I am. I got my OWN World Title to worry about, or you forgot already? I’m focused on my own shit. Leave me out of it, forreal.
(The broadcast cuts to another confessional scenario, this time, with Brown-Haired Serena talking straight into the camera to complain.)
Brown-Haired Serena: She REALLY does not understand how important it is not only for us, but for our NETWORK that we successfully pull this off at Road To Redemption. This is a team effort here. Granted, she’s NEVER been much of a team player at ALL, but I would hope that she’d be able to look past her self-absorption for a day at the very least and pull herself together long enough to do something MEANINGFUL for once. She wouldn’t even HAVE a World Title shot right now if it weren’t for ME, and all of MY hard work, and being as punctual and hard working as I AM! It’s disrespectful, and I’m not getting paid enough to deal with it.
(We cut back to the kitchen, where Brown-Haired Serena tears her glasses off in frustration and buries her face in her hands.)
Pink-Haired Serena: https://res.cloudinary.com/jerrick/image/upload/q_auto,w_720/wgjgpgkdhvo6bplkdp3m.gif
Brown-Haired Serena: I’ve had it up to HERE with your shenanigans!
Pink-Haired Serena: Bitch, you wanna fight, just say so! Prepare to shake, let’s get it poppin’. Or you scared or sumn?
Brown-Haired Serena: Oh, try me. I’m full of surprises, but you knew that. You must have COMPLETELY forgot who it is that I am. And for what I work for! Just…once…just once, I wish you would cooperate with us instead of insisting on acting like a miserable, self-centered, attention-seeking bitch!
Pinked-Haired Serena: You one to talk, sistopher! How dare you try and tell me ‘bout myself like errything about you ain’t a damn dumbass act anyway! Never in ya life have we ever been this goddamn pretentious, snooty, preppy, none of that! AND ya outfit is ugly as all hell, goes great with ya personality, tho, and I’m not afraid to tell you so. And like it or not, you and I, we in this together, bih. We one in the same. Everything you do affects me and who I am and vice versa. Same goes for future renditions of us, cuz, so don’t go talkin’ shit about me and the way I decide to life my life like it ain’t ya fault I’m like this, too!
???: And that’s what she been tryna tell you this entire time, bro. Hello?
(Both Pink and Brown-Haired Serenas turn to watch as the two-time, two-time Universal Women’s Champion steps into the kitchen, blue haired freshly pressed with a black romper worn underneath an IVY PARK De-Grassy track jacket. The UWC title sits pretty on her shoulder before she lowers it and sets it down on the marble countertop in front of both of the other Serenas, who admire the championship belt longingly.)
Serena Bennett: Both of you should know better than to talk to each other that way, son. Thought we already went through the self-love shit? Don’t be talkin’ down on yourself like that, we get nowhere that way.
Brown-Haired Serena: I was trying to tell her–
Serena Bennett: Aht, aht, nah. You wasn’t tryna tell her nothing, you didn’t wanna help her out at all. You really only cared about making yaself look good and getting yaself ahead. As usual. But we above that, how many times I need to tell y’all?
Pink-Haired Serena: See? The nerve of this bitch!
Serena Bennett: And you no better, sis, I hate to tell you. Motherfuckers are angry enough as it is about us, about what we’ve done, about what we’re still doing, about what we’re about to do. And you out here tearing each other down for shits and giggles. Y’all lookin’ at this title like that, mhm, you want it bad, I know–but you hardly know what’s in store for either one of you moving forward. Y’all not ready yet. And that’s why regardless of ya lil’ nit picky and overly detailed schedules you making for that white man, or regardless of that goofy ass t-shirt dedicated to a motherfucker you won’t be thinking about at all in two years time, count on that, it’s ME who became the two-time Universal Women’s Champion. Don’t get me wrong. I ain’t do it on my own, not at all. I have the past versions of myself to attribute a lot of my success to. :wow: But I have y’all to thank for my failures, too, and I’m sure as hell not about to let either one of y’all fuck this up for me. So get it together. Reel it in. Quit fuckin’ around and learn to work together, man, ‘cause we got a long fuckin’ ride ahead of us, iight?
(The camera catches a quick glimpse of both Pink and Brown-Haired Serenas smiling apologetically at one another. Blue-Haired Serena then picks her title up from the countertop and throws it over her shoulder. She glances at both outdated versions of Serena before she snaps her fingers, causing the duplicate Serena’s to disappear with a puff of smoke. She then sits herself down on a bar stool, directly in front of a camera that slowly zooms in on her face as she begins to speak.)
Serena Bennett: Listen, nobody can be harder on me than I am on myself and that’s facts. I know I did some stupid shit in the past, I know I had a lot to make up for. But the fact of the matter is that no matter what I went through previously, all of it was necessary to get where I am today, and I stand by that. No need to be embarrassed about any of it, I know who the fuck I am, and I’m proud of all that it took to make me into the woman I am. Your two-time, two-time 🥰 Universal Women’s Champion. Get at me. But I spent way more time focused on past shit than I really needed to. I’m looking ahead. Into the future, MY future. And to make sure that my future finna be a great one filled with all kinds of blessings, I’ma do what I have to in order to keep this damn title where it fucking belongs. Periodt.
(A brief pause as Serena takes a deep breath, staring steadily into the camera.)
Serena Bennett: Look, Camille, I know you watching. I know you tryna make sense of all this right now, ‘cause I doubt this is what you were expecting at all. I’m sure you wish I’d have let you all up in my family business, or even boosted your ego with some dumbass Ava cosplay. But we not havin’ that. I do things my own way. Added in cheers and all. 🤪 Even still, I want to make one thing perfectly clear to you before I inevitably come face to face with you again.
(Serena takes a hand and slowly pulls her blue wig off her head, revealing a head full of dark brown cornrows. Note that Serena has yet to reveal her natural hair on camera, but that makes the next few words to come out of her mouth that more meaningful. Honest. Raw. Natural. Real.)
Serena Bennett: Fuck the color coding, to hell with this damn wig. The mask, the farce, it’s all coming off, leaving it behind for the rest of the year, too, ‘cause you working my last damn nerve, forreal. You not getting anything BUT real, total, TRUE Serena Bennett in that fuckin’ arena at Road to Redemption and I promise you, babes, it’s nothing you’ve ever seen before, matter fact, deciding to be as dique “generous” as you say you being by giving me exactly what I asked for in the form of a match with you finna be a massive stain on your career, and I assure you, I’ma do everything in my power to make it so. I have it in me, I KNOW I do, but the question still remains whether or not you have what it takes at all to take on this version of me that’s as driven, vulnerable, strong-willed, and reckless as I am. I don’t think you do, not at all. You can tell me ‘til ya face turns blue, but fuck out my face. I’m the greatest female Elitist of the modern era and there ain’t shit you can do about it but watch me continue to succeed from the sidelines. You nowhere near as talented as me and you don’t need me to tell you that, bitch. Fuck your opinion, I’m fully aware of what I bring to the table and it is faaaaarrrr more relevant than some bumass “consistent worker” rhetoric backed by familial ties. I am constantly evolving. Continually out-doing my damn self. Consistently raising the bar for me, for you, for each and every last motherfucker in that locker room. Ain’t no way at all you ever gon’ be ready for all this, bitch. Trust.
(Serena flashes a smile into the camera just before lifting her UWC to her face and planting the face of the belt with a kiss. The graffitied “True Bennetts” logo flashes across the screen just before Dynasty’s broadcast fades to black, then to commercial.)
(A commercial for the new grandson album coming out where teens in the EAW Discord server are seen having a heart attack over it while Chris Elite is banned from the server for the 10th time)
(The camera transitions from the final commercial break of the night to the ring as Stephie Love is standing in the middle of it with a smile on her face as she begins to speak)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT!!! And it is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘It Follows’ by Cane Hill would blast through the speakers as the crowd would begin to boo loudly as Xander Payne would make his way out to the stage. With a serious look on his face he kept his focus straight to the ring, not seeming to be bothered by the crowd’s reaction to him. With determination in his eyes he took a deep breath before making his way to the ring)
Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 250 pounds… THE PAYNEKILLER… XANDER PAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week on Dynasty the Shea Butter Babies came up short against The Liquid Swordz finding themselves on the losing end and inevitably, out of the Grand Prix tournament as their opposition advanced to the finals.
Flannery McCoy: That’s gotta hurt for the World Heavyweight Champion but now it finds an opportunity for the Champ to focus on solely his title now as he enters into the Extreme Elimination Chamber in 2 weeks time.
Jake Mercer: THE CHAMP-YUNN FOR SURE HAS GOT THIS IN THE BAG! BIG VIZ! VIG BIZ! HE’S GOT THIS! AND STILL! AND STILL! AND STILL!
Stew-O: Isn’t Lethal Consequences in that match as well?
Jake Mercer: :oh: Welp new World Heavyweight Champ.
(Xander would stop at the bottom of the ramp before sliding into the ring as he would take a step on the middle rope and look around at the crowd as they would continue to boo him even louder at this point as he would jump down and make his way over to his corner. Beginning to prepare for his match as ‘It Follows’ would fade out from there. Before long ‘Don Life’ By Big Sean feat. Lil Wayne would play up to cheers as The Visual Prophet would make his way out to the stage with the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He would look around with a smirk as he would begin to gyrate his hips making sure that the light reflected perfectly off of the title that he had in his possession before making his to the ring)
Stephie Love: And his opponent… from way of Engadine, Michigan… weighing in at 265 pounds… HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE VISUAL PROPHET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: As for Xander he’s been on a spiral getting wins over Komatsu Ogawa but also suffering defeat against MITSUBACHI. I think this would be the ultimate way to get one over heading into Road To Redemption and what better to do so then to beat the World Heavyweight Champion himself?
Flannery McCoy: That would definitely get Xander the edge and that’s something that he needs to prioritize tonight heading into our main event. The question is can he bring himself to execution? Well he better if he wants to make sure that he comes out with the World Heavyweight Championship at Road To Redemption.
Jake Mercer: Some say the wild Xander Payne can strike at any time. But some say that he also needs time for hibernation as well, I hope we get to see that someday. :wow:
(Viz would continue moving past the bottom of the ramp as he would roll into the ring before making his way towards the center of the ring and posing as the crowd would continue to cheer and chant his name. He would then proceed to make his way towards the corner and prepare himself as ‘Don Life’ would fade out and from there the Ref would signal for the bell)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: HERE WE GO AS OUR MAIN EVENT IS UNDERWAY! Xander and Viz are bursting out of the corner, and I think I mean that more literally with Xander as he’s running forward and grabbing the arm of Viz as he Irish whips him back into his corner! Xander grabbing the ropes as he reels his arm back, as he begins to slam clotheslines towards the head of the World Heavyweight Champion trying to deter him! Xander grabbing the arm of Viz now as he throws him down to the ground! Viz up onto a knee as Xander runs forward, and connects with a quick knee strike towards his head taking him down to the ground!
Flannery McCoy: Xander starting off this match with as much power as his body will allow him as he grabs Viz and brings him back up to his feet as he turns him around, and goes for a lariat to the back of his head! But Viz ducks under as he grabs Xander by behind, AND LAUNCHES HIM OFF OF THE GROUND WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Jake Mercer: Xander rolling up to a knee as Viz makes his way towards him, but Xander with a drop toe hold which sends Viz towards the middle rope as he grabs onto it for stability! Xander takes a run forward as he aims to connect with a knee strike! But Viz manages to grab to his left and pull himself out of the way as both of them are back up to their feet!
Stew-O: XANDER NOT WASTING ANY TIME AS HE TAKES A SPIN AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A DISCUS CLOTHESLINE! Viz dropping down to a knee as Xander lifts him up, AND GOES FOR A SUPLEX! But it’s Big Viz that drops a knee down to the top of his head which allows him to slip away and drop back down to the ground! Xander is stunned as Viz turns him around, AS HE LIFTS HIM UP IN THE AIR AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A SITOUT POWERBOMB!
Flannery McCoy: Xander grabbing his back as he’s rolling out to the apron. Viz catching his breath as he’s moving away for a moment but is quickly refocusing as he’s making his way towards Xander as he’s slowly using the ropes to get himself up, but Xander uses the ropes to thrust his shoulder blade into the gut of The Visual Prophet! Viz grabbing the ropes as he’s making his way towards the turnbuckle, but Xander runs forward and connects with another forearm towards his face knocking him down to the canvas!
Jake Mercer: Xander entering into the ring as Viz is attempting to keep a hold of the bottom turnbuckle, as Xander runs forward and connects with a quick knee strike towards the side of his head! Viz stunned manages to keep himself propped up as Xander grabs him and brings him up to his feet, AS HE ATTEMPTS A STUNNER!
Stew-O: But Viz pushes away as Xander turns himself around! VIZ CONNECTS WITH A SPINEBUSTER, HE HOOKS THE LEG ON XANDER!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTWWWWOOO-
Flannery McCoy: BUT XANDER KICKS OUT QUICKLY! Viz getting back up to his feet as he grabs Xander by his waist as he lifts him up, AND ATTEMPTS ANOTHER SPINEBUSTER! But Xander with a quick back elbow to the head of Viz as he’s forced to let go and drop Xander back down to the ground! Viz leaning against the ropes as Xander runs forward, but Viz kicks him in the gut! Xander doubles over as Viz transitions and drops a Axe Handle down onto him forcing him down to the ground! Xander down on all fours as Viz runs forward, AND ATTEMPTS TO KICK HIM DEAD IN HIS FACE!
Jake Mercer: But Xander dropping down to his back as he rolls away and gets back up to his feet as Viz continues running as he focuses his trajectory towards him! STUNNER BY XANDER TAKES VIZ DOWN TO THE GROUND AS XANDER GOES FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOO-
Stew-O: BUT VIZ GETS THE SHOULDER UP ESCAPING THE PIN ATTEMPT! Xander sitting up for a moment before getting back up to his feet as he runs to the ropes and back, AS HE GOES FOR A JUMPING SEATED SENTON! But Viz rolls out of the way as Xander falls down into a sitting position once more as Viz turns around and grabs him as he lifts him up to his feet, AS HE ATTEMPTS TO GO FOR A MILITARY PRESS AS HE DOES SO AND DROPS XANDER BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Xander rolling out of the ring in retreat as Viz is quickly following him, but not before Xander catches him with a back elbow towards his face forcing separation between the two! Viz is leaning against the apron but he isn’t wasting anytime as he grabs Xander and turns him around, AS HE PUSHES HIM FORWARD AND RAMS HIM BACK FIRST ONTO THE BARRICADE AS XANDER CRUMBLES DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Viz continuing to bring the fight to The Paynekiller as he grabs him by the head, AND LOOKS TO SLAM HIS HEAD DOWN ONTO THE EDGE OF THE APRON BEHIND HIM! But Xander puts his hands out as he manages to hold himself from meeting it! Xander kicking Viz in the back of his knee cap as he forces him to drop down to a knee as he grabs him by his head and reels back, AS HE RETURNS THE FAVOR AND SLAMS HIS FACE DOWN ONTO THE EDGE OF THE APRON IN RETURN AS HE PUSHES HIM BACK INTO THE RING!
Stew-O: Xander following him into the ring as he’s grabbing him by the hair now and bringing him up to his feet, but Viz attempting to fight back with repeated forearm strikes towards the head of Xander Payne! Xander being taken back with multiple strikes as he’s forced to shove away as he retreats to the corner, AS VIZ RUNS FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH A SPLASH TAKING THE AIR OUT OF XANDER’S CHEST!
Flannery McCoy: Xander trying to retreat out of the corner as Viz grabs him by the head and pushes him towards the corner, as Viz connects with a knife edged chop to keep him in the corner towards his chest! Xander grabbing his chest in pain as Viz grabs him by his head and pushes him away allowing him to fall down to the center of the ring. Xander attempting to recover as Viz moves forward and grabs Xander by his head, AS HE RUNS BACKWARDS BEFORE GOING FOR A RUNNING SHOULDERBLOCK!
Jake Mercer: OVERDOSE! DISCUS PALM STRIKE TO VIZ! XANDER GOING FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHH-
Stew-O: BUT IT’S BIG VIZ THAT KICKS OUT OF THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Flannery McCoy: Xander looks very angered but he’s not letting that demotivate him as he’s quickly back up to his feet and waiting for Viz to do the same as Viz is beginning to recover and grab the ropes as Xander runs to the ropes and back, BUT VIZ LIFTS XANDER IN THE AIR AND DROPS HIM DOWN INTO A STUN GUN ON THE TOP ROPE TAKING HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Viz with a seeming gasp of energy pulling himself up to his feet as he’s trying to recover and grab Xander as he’s bringing him up along with him. Xander trying to fight with an elbow strike towards the face of Viz which sends him back! Viz is stunned for a moment as Xander is attempting to go for another, but not before Viz grabs his forearm and pushes it away before any more harm can come his way! Viz responds as he sends a knee towards the gut of Xander as it doubles him over, AS HE ATTEMPTS TO GO FOR THE VDT! REVERSE STO INTO A TWISTING DDT!
Stew-O: BUT NOT BEFORE XANDER SWEEPS THE LEG OF VIZ AND TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! Xander would stumble backwards but that doesn’t stop him as he’s already on the offense as he runs towards a downed Viz, AND GOES FOR A RUNNING SENTON! But Viz manages to move out of the way! Xander grabbing his back in pain but is already back up to his feet as he’s running towards Viz as he attempts to recover from the attack!
Flannery McCoy: BUT VIZ LIFTING HIM UP IN THE AIR AS HE CONNECTS WITH THE PROPHET DRIVER! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER CONNECTS AS VIZ PINS THE SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!
OOONNNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEE-
Jake Mercer: BUT XANDER KICKS OUT AS HE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP JUST BARELY! Viz sitting up but he’s already back up to his feet as he wants for Xander to get back up to his feet as he’s grabbing him by the hair and sending him towards the ropes, and I think we know what he’s going for here as he reels his arm back! HE’S GOING FOR KISS TO THE HEAD! BULLHAMMER ELBOW STRIKE!
Stew-O: DOESN’T CONNECT AS XANDER DUCKS UNDER AND TURNS VIZ AROUND, AS HE LIFTS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! Viz grabbing his back as Xander turns around, as he sends a kick towards the back of Viz which stops him in his tracks! Xander continuing to bring him up now which swiftness, AS HE ATTEMPTS TO GO FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!
Flannery McCoy: But Viz slipping away into a grounded headlock which Xander pushes away from before anymore harm can be done to him! Both of them are up as they eye one another for a moment, AS XANDER STEPS BACK AND GOES FOR A SUPERKICK! BUT IT’S VIZ THAT GRABS THE LEG AND TRANSITIONS IT INTO A DRAGON SCREW AS HE TAKES XANDER BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Xander grabbing his leg as Viz keeps ahold of it and grabs the arm of Xander and brings him up to his feet, AS HE GOES FOR A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! BUT XANDER DUCKS UNDER AS HE TURNS VIZ AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH ONE OF HIS OWN TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT AND SENDING HIM TOWARDS THE GROUND!
Stew-O: I see opportunity in the eyes of Xander Payne as he grabs Viz and sends him towards the ropes, Viz is going to run into him! And I think with that we have an idea of what he’s going for here, HE’S GOING FOR LAST SEDATION! HE LIFTS VIZ UP INTO THE AIR AND ATTEMPTS TO DROP HIM BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A POP-UP POWERBOMB!
Flannery McCoy: BUT VIZ MIRACULOUSLY MANAGES TO ROLL THROUGH AND TRANSITION INTO A SUNSET FLIP AS HE GRABS THE LEGS OF XANDER AND ATTEMPTS A PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHR-
Jake Mercer: BUT XANDER MANAGES TO PUSH AWAY JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! Both of them are back up again as Xander falls right into Viz, as Viz turns himself around and takes him down to the ground with a snapmare as Xander falls down to a seated position! Viz stepping back as he goes for a kick towards his face, but Xander rolls backwards as he kicks Viz in the face creating distance between the two of them once again as they both collect themselves as Xander gets back up to his feet.
Stew-O: Xander taking a step forward, as Viz responds with a knee towards his gut as Xander falls down onto his knees! Viz about to send a kick towards his gut but not before Xander is able to grab it before it can connect towards his chest where we can only assume he was aiming for as Xander spins him around allowing himself to get back up to his feet! AS HE CONNECTS WITH A VICIOUS HEADBUTT ACROSS THE SKULL OF THE VISUAL PROPHET!
Flannery McCoy: Viz practically crumbling down to the ground as Xander is just waiting for him to get back up to his feet now as god knows what he’s about to do next, XANDER IS THROWING HIM TO THE ROPES LAST SEDATION TIME! BUT VIZ USING THE MOMENTUM THAT WAS CREATED AS HE ATTEMPTS TO GO FOR KISS TO THE HEAD! BULLHAMMER ELBOW STRIKE!
Jake Mercer: BUT XANDER SEES THIS AS HE SPINS AROUND AND ATTEMPTS THE OVERDOSE DISCUS PALM STRIKE ONCE MORE WHICH VIZ SEES AS HE DUCKS UNDER AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AND BACK ONCE MORE BEHIND XANDER AS HE TURNS AROUND! VIZ GOING FOR THE IKE TURNER SPECIAL THE SPINNING BACK FIST! BUT NOT BEFORE XANDER DUCKS UNDER AND GRABS THE ARM OF VIZ AS HE PULLS HIM IN! PAYNEKILLER! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
Stew-O: BUT BEFORE XANDER CAN FULLY CINCH IT IN VIZ PUSHES AWAY AS BOTH OF THEM ARE AT A STAND STILL!
(Both of them circle around the ring as they find themselves yelling at one another as they do so, seeing the intense back and forth that the both of them just had there seems to be no end for their battle, until…)
Flannery McCoy: WHAT?!
Jake Mercer: DESTINY’S END TO XANDER PAYNE! SOMERSAULT REVERSE DDT TO XANDER PAYNE TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Stew-O: GTFO! EXPLODER SUPLEX TO THE VISUAL PROPHET TAKES HIM DOWN AS WELL! MITSUBACHI AND KOMATSU OGAWA ARE HERE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: This match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!!!
(MITSU and Ogawa find themselves circling around the ring as the crowd continues to boo them in response as clearly they soiled the main event of the night as they look pretty pleased with what they’ve done as they find themselves bathing in the negativity that the crowd is giving them)
Flannery McCoy: :lupe: Well that was interesting…
Jake Mercer: I DON’T THINK WE’RE DONE!
(Before long from all angles the rest of the Extreme Elimination Chamber members make their way out to the ring seeing it as they’re point to come and join the brawl as MITSU and Ogawa find themselves surrounded. A very disgruntled and angered Chris Elite comes from one of the barricade sides as Lethal Consequences with a serious look hops over the barricade from the opposite side. All before the EAW Chairman, Mr. DEDEDE, nonchalantly makes his way down the ramp as he looks around at the others with a smirk on his face as he takes off the aviators he has on his face. All of them know what’s going to happen next as they all seem to simultaneously tense up, it was all a matter of who was going to take the first shot)
Stew-O: CHRIS ELITE ISN’T WASTING ANYTIME AS BOTH MITSU AND OGAWA ARE LATE ON SEEING HIM CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE AS HE TAKES BOTH OF THEM OUT!
Flannery McCoy: LC GRABBING VIZ AND PULLING HIM OUT OF THE RING AS XANDER RECOVERS AND DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME JUMPING ONTO THE APRON AND FLYING TOWARDS DEDEDE AS WE HAVE A BRAWL ON OUR HANDS!
Jake Mercer: Chris throwing Ogawa out of the ring as MITSU recovers and turns him around, AS HE CONNECTS WITH AN ENZUIGIRI TOWARDS HIS FACE! But not before Chris with one last burst of energy steps forward and stomps down onto the head of MITSUBACHI making sure that he stays down before dropping down to a knee trying to recover!
Stew-O: Meanwhile LC has a struggling Viz by the hair as he looks to toss him towards the barricade, but Viz connects with a knee towards his gut which doubles LC over as Viz grabs him! AND TOSSES HIM HEADFIRST TOWARDS THE RINGPOST TO HIS LEFT!
Flannery McCoy: LC dragging himself towards the brawl between DEDEDE and Xander as both of them are trading quick rights and lefts with one another as it’s clear both of them have animosity with one another from prior experiences on the Showdown brand! Xander with a sharp elbow towards the head of DEDEDE sends him stumbling back as he runs towards him to follow up, BUT DEDEDE LIFTS HIM UP IN THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH SNAKE EYES TOWARDS THE BARRICADE WHICH SENDS XANDER DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: BUT WAIT! CHRIS RUNNING TO THE ROPES AND BACK IN THE RING WHAT IS HE THINKING?! TOPE CON HILO AS HE LAUNCHES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TAKES BOTH XANDER AND DEDEDE DOWN TO THE GROUND! MY GOD!
(The brawl continues to become a huge jumble, a mess that probably can’t be contained as the EAW Security realize that as they come running out from the entryway and begin to join the brawl not by accompanying the fire, but trying to separate them. Before long multiple competitors are separated as all of them are yelling back and forth with one another. The last shot seen is the Extreme Elimination Chamber participants being escorted out through multiple ways of the World 1 Theatre as that’s the last shot seen as Dynasty fades out to black)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
