(EAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After an opening montage recapping the events of last week’s show, the shot takes the viewers to a live look of the REIZ Arena in Lusaka, Zambia. Transitioning inside, it’s a packed house. The fans cheer as the signature red pyrotechnics go off, lighting up the stage with their vibrancy. After a few more shots show off the hyper atmosphere, the camera takes the viewers over to the commentary team, who are ready and excited.)
Stew-O: EAW Universe, welcome back to another edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined here by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!
Jake Mercer: Yessir, we’re taking over Zambia! IShowSpeed got nothing on us with our tour of Africa!
Flannery McCoy: Hang on, I liked the series he did. :whoa:
Jake Mercer: I did too, but no shade; EAW is just better. We’re bringing the graps, the drama, the spectacle, and so much more! Everything is starting to take form heading into Operation: Doomsday with pieces falling into place, and we got so much to look forward to tonight. Let’s see how things are gonna shape!
(Friday Night Dynasty then transitions from the commentary table to the stage, as immediately, the sounds of ‘P.O.V’ by Clipse ft. Tyler, the Creator is heard blasting through the arena speakers. The crowd immediately resounds into loud boos as the camera goes over to reveal Cy Henderson as he’s seen making his way out to the stage. He has a serious look on his face, taking a look around and taking a brief moment to soak in the atmosphere, before then beginning to make his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!! ‘THE FORCE OF NATURE’… CYYYYYY HENDERRRRRSONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Cy Henderson made it known immediately after the events of King of Elite that his issues with Methuselah were far from through. Unfortunately, at the same time, he just so happened to manage to draw the ire of Limmy Monaghan in the process, creating a volatile situation between the three.
Flannery McCoy: And with their participation in the Iron Survivor match being made official, it creates an interesting dynamic of which they prioritize. The World Heavyweight Championship, or their pride being on the line after the scathing words being thrown at one another? I guess we’re going to have to see.
Jake Mercer: We’re going to see RIGHT NOW, actually, because Cyclone Henderson is making his way to the ring and I am certain that he has a lot of things to get off his chest!
(Cy makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘P.O.V’ then begins to come to a close. As he heads toward the center of the ring, he begins to speak.)
Cy Henderson: For nearly three years now, the winds of change have done everything to take me offcourse. Sometimes, it works, and the periods of time where I have to try and steer myself back to land are longer than others. But that’s the thing, the reality of this entire thing, I always get back to land one way or another. I’m never treading water, never succumbing to my own weight. People may think that this period of me being without the World Heavyweight Championship is the period where I am trying to desperately steer myself back in line. But that’s not the case. I am still on course, I still have control, and I’m still looking for the World Heavyweight Championship.
(The crowd reacts loudly to this, as Cy starts to pace around.)
Cy Henderson: And perhaps it’s not something that people are willing to fully accept in their minds yet, but that’s the reality. Behind those rose-tinted glasses of seeing the allure of a Michael Machina title reign where he runs roughshod on the entire roster, people tend to forget that I did the same thing. I did what he couldn’t and walked out of Pain For Pride with my title in tow, and every single person that they laid out in front of me, I made sure that they didn’t worry me again. In the end, I will always have detractors, because I am the one guy around here who apparently is not afraid to tell the truth and dig into people’s skin a little Which is why Limmy Monaghan is mad. Which is why Methuselah has drawn my ire. And this is why everyone is doing everything in their power to make sure that I am done in, and they don’t have to face a reality where I being the Champion is even remotely possible. Perhaps that’s telling of the level of impact I have around here despite not being, quote-on-quote, at the top of the pack…
(Cy pauses for a moment, chuckling, but as he is about to continue, though… the sounds of ‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes begin to play through the speakers of the arena. The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as the camera goes over to reveal Limmy Monaghan, as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a disgruntled expression on his face, eyeing the ring as he begins to make his march down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Here comes The Ace, and we know the chaotic scene that happened at the end of his match against Methuselah last week. He told Cy that the last thing he would want to do is get involved solely to get back at the Chairman, and that’s exactly what he ended up doing.
Flannery McCoy: And because of their issues, Tyrone Montgomery placed all three of them in the Iron Survivor match, not only to settle their issues, but to give all of them a chance to gun for the World Heavyweight Championship as well. But right now, it seems Limmy’s focus is entirely on the man inside that ring.
Jake Mercer: And who knows just how much that might come back to bite him. :lupe:
(Limmy makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Number One’ fades away. As he turns around and approaches Cy, he doesn’t waste anytime beginning to speak.)
Limmy Monaghan: I told you to stay out of my way.
Cy Henderson: Woops.
Limmy Monaghan: I told you what would happen.
Cy Henderson: Woops.
Limmy Monaghan: You may think all of this is a joke to you, but when it comes to my career, I pray you take it a little more seriously for your sake. In case you didn’t realize, I am done asking for forgiveness, especially from the likes of you who clearly do not care for such a detail. You look down on me with a level of disdain, and because of that, you believe that my presence in your stratosphere doesn’t matter, but it does. You chastise me for not only being unable to get the job done at King of Elite, but also for not getting the job done against you. And maybe that just so happens to be the cross I bear, nothing out of the ordinary, but trust that it is also a wrong that I will make right. I gave you a chance to stay away, but here you are, and now you get to find out firsthand. And hopefully, just maybe… it gets into your head.
Cy Henderson: Let’s make one thing clear, I don’t need to get anything into my head, I don’t even need to listen to you, Limmy. As far as I’m concerned, I have nothing to prove against the likes of you. I told you last week that you were in my shoes, and while I thrived in that environment, you fell flat on your face. I’ve given you so much time to prove something, but the reality is that you haven’t. And it’s not my fault. You don’t need to take your problems out on me.
Limmy Monaghan: I don’t care about you, Cy, I never did. The reality is that now you are in the way, and I must handle you accordingly. Is that something that you’re entirely ready for? I don’t think so. I think you’re doomed to fail. And while a statement like that might humor you and give you a little laugh, the reality is that from Territorial Invasion to now, the question of whether or not you’d be able to get the World Heavyweight Championship back from the same man who beat you for it isn’t as clear-cut as you think it is.
Cy Henderson: Big talk from a man who just lost to that man as well. So, what ground do you really have for making blanket statements like that?
Limmy Monaghan: The difference between you and me is that I wear it on my sleeve. I’m happy to acknowledge it and happy to acknowledge the fact that from that point until Operation: Doomsday, I need to become a better version of me if I even want to consider the World Heavyweight Championship an option again. You’ve been in one place, and maybe a part of that comes with the time you’ve been gone, but another part of that is because you think that you’re good enough to just take everything back. When we all saw otherwise.
Cy Henderson: We’re working off assumptions now, aren’t we? Like you truly understand the psyche of Cy Henderson. Tell me, did my defying you and your glorious order last week truly get under your skin the way I think it did?
(Limmy clearly looks frustrated, but before he can say anything…)
???: ARISE. AWAKEN. METHUSELAH ELEVATION.
(The crowd gives a loud reaction as the camera goes over to show Methuselah as he’s seen making his way out. He has a stern expression on his face as he looks at the two people inside the ring. As he heads down the ramp, he raises his microphone and begins to speak.)
Methuselah: I did not expect the likes of you to adhere to the words of your ascended Mahatma, not when all of you merely serve as passerbys in my land of the enlightened. Alas, it will not make a difference. For while you do not adhere, you will respect, you will acknowledge, and I will take. While all of you grovel before me, underneath the beautiful tapestry that I have created in this very company’s name, this year will finally be fulfilled in more ways than one could imagine. For my sword is absolute, and ALL will answer to me.
(Methuselah has a serious look on his face, one that could pierce through anyone, but Cy already looks disgruntled.)
Cy Henderson: We have faced more times than I can count, and never once have I ever answered to you, regardless of your status in the company. It never mattered to me if you were an owner or an Elitist; it was all obsolete because all that mattered was beating you. At King of Elite, that didn’t happen. And I made a promise to rectify that, and I will live up to my word.
Methuselah: EXCEPT YOU WILL NOT, O weary traveler Cyclone, for your path to eternal sustenance has come to a close. For your words, nay, your actions, do not change what has been inevitable for all this time. Forget NOT, if it was not for me, your second chance would not be given, both in this company, and in this match. Forget NOT, without me, your existence in this company would be nil. I could end you where I stand right now, for I am who I say I am, Methuselah Elevation. You are not worth my precious time, and once our hands were dusted of Rome, I intended to rid you of your misery, tip my hat, and leave you behind, for I intended to be the challenger for the Machine. FINISH HIM.
(Methuselah exhales as he shakes his head.)
Methuselah: But that proved to be a difficult undertaking, for you have dug yourself out of the dirt, rose from your sarcophagus, and believed it was you who was preordained to rid the world of your ascended Mahatma. But it is not. THEREFORE, you will be swiftly put down as fast as you came back from your purgatory. THEREFORE, you will find through the Seers’ Stone that your efforts are futile. THEREFORE…
(Methuselah turns around as he eyes Limmy Monaghan.)
Methuselah: THEREFORE, once I am done with Cyclone, I make haste and do much of the same to Limmy Mona_han. His existence in this match serves no purpose other than to show the world how minuscule he truly is.
Limmy Monaghan: I’m sure you think all of this is amusing to you.
Methuselah: I’ve always taken you to be more of the jester between the two of us, dear sire.
Limmy Monaghan: I’m certain. I don’t have a problem with you, less so your ill-fated rival, who has decided it was in his best interest to stick his nose into my business. But the last thing that you want to do is make an enemy out of me in my state. I really, honestly, don’t care who you are.
Methuselah: In this pitiful, shambolic state that you yourself have placed yourself in?! I am terrified, Mona_han. Perhaps your ramblings on your soapbox have borne malice after all. Here is your fortune, a gift from the divine beings you yourself wish to become in your adolescent slumbers: there is nothing that you can do to prevent what has always been inevitable. Cyclone is destined to fall at my hands along with everyone else in this match, locked away in my personal dungeon under lock and key for the rest of eternity. OVER FOR THOU.
Cy Henderson: I highly doubt that this is going to be the case. I had you beat at King of Elite, and I truly do wish that I was able to say otherwise, but the only thing I can really do is look forward. And as I look forward, the only thing I see is the World Heavyweight Championship. You are no longer the problem that I need to handle; you are merely in the way. Roadblocks that I will need to dismiss. And out of everyone in this match that could make that claim, it appears I fit the mold the best.
Limmy Monaghan: I think you’re full of shit.
Cy Henderson: I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you-
???: I don’t mean to interrupt whatever is going on here…
(The three Elitists inside the ring turn their attention to the stage as the camera goes over to reveal Rex McAllister. The crowd cheers loudly as he has a microphone in his hand, slowly beginning to make his way down the ramp as he begins to speak.)
Rex McAllister: … But I want to put us all back on track here. I have a lot of respect for the people in this ring, and even for Drake King, even though he attacked me last week. The reality is that we’re all very capable of winning this match and, more so, moving on to win the World Heavyweight Championship. But in order for any of you to be considered in contention, it would really be in your best interest to put your issues aside and focus on what really matters. You don’t need to listen to me, I don’t really care. The reality is that every single week, I look for the best out of myself, and the only thing I could ask for is the best out of my opponents as well, because that is the only thing necessary for a match of this caliber.
Cy Henderson: Truly an unsurprising revelation, Rex. You’ve never had a backbone. You’ve never been the person to be the aggressor. That’s what failed me, and that’s what’s going to fail you. When I first returned to this place, I was treading water. I was in your shoes, getting all these opportunities, watching them slip away, and trying to put that smile on my face and wonder what I’m going to do to be able to recover, not knowing what the future had in store for me. Trust that you’re not the only person in this ring who fell into such a susceptible trap.
(Cy glares at Limmy, who is leaning against the corner with a disgruntled expression.)
Cy Henderson: Pushing past that was what made 2025 the year that it was for me, and it will sustain all the way into 2026, because I had the guts to do what Limmy Monaghan couldn’t, and now, I can firmly say that I have the guts to do what Rex McAllister can’t either.
Methuselah: Pray tell, Cyclone. What does all this meandering have to do with the point that Rex Magnanimous is trying to convey here? It appears as though you are at a loss. 👀
Cy Henderson: The point is that the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t need to be in your orbit, and especially now, even with your status as Chairman of this company, nobody does. Perhaps it’s a reality that you can’t come to terms with, but I certainly can. The stars aligned to allow me to not only end my issues with you with a bullet, but also to get a shot at taking back my World Heavyweight Championship, and I’m going to take out two birds with one stone because I am the only person capable of such a feat. Out of everyone in this match, I’m going to be the only one who’s going to be able to pull the trigger.
Rex McAllister: You can say what you want to say about me; it never mattered to me in the first place. Being the person that I am has kept me in the fight to this day, and it is going to be what continues to keep me in the fight. For the first time in a long time, I’m able to say that the opportunity to become a two-time World Heavyweight Champion is in reach. And while the glamour of that might blind certain people, it does not to me. Because it not only stops when the job finishes, it stops when I know that I’m ready. And as I continue to improve every single time that I step into the ring, it’s only a matter of time.
(Rex shrugs his shoulders.)
Rex McAllister: I wish that all of you were in this ring so the message could be properly conveyed, but it appears we’re missing one person. Regardless, all I hope for out of you is your best. If you can’t give me that, then maybe you don’t deserve to go for the World Heavyweight Championship at all.
Limmy Monaghan: You’re not going to determine that. Drake isn’t going to determine that. The two of you are not going to determine that. The only sword that matters is mine, and I promise you that it is sharp enough to cut through all your steel and take what is mine, and that’s the opportunity to become a two-time World Champion-
???: NO! NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!
(The crowd begins to erupt into thunderous boos as the camera goes over to the stage. Drake King is seen storming out with a furious look on his face. Almost immediately, Tyrone Montgomery is seen rushing out with security, not wanting a repeat of the chaos from last week to end the show. As security tries to talk Drake out of it, Tyrone is shouting at him.)
Tyrone Montgomery: (Off-Mic) I NEED YOU TO CALM DOWN, DRAKE!
Drake King: MOVE!
(Drake pushes past Tyrone and the rest of security as he storms down the ramp, pointing an accusatory finger at the four other people inside the ring.)
Drake King: The LAST thing I am going to do is sit in the back and watch as all of you force-feed one another lies back and forth, trying to convince yourselves in any sort of way that this Iron Survivor is your DESTINY to win. It was NEVER your destiny. It’s MINE. It is my divine right from the very beginning, and as God, you will incur my wrath in every single fathomable way if it means getting what has been STOLEN from me ten times over this entire season, and that’s the World Heavyweight Championship.
Methuselah: For it is he, the King of Drakes, that is preordained to make such a decision without my authority! Thought NOT.
Drake King: SHUT UP! SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!
(Drake and the four others in the ring begin to bicker incoherently. Limmy pushes himself away from the corner and goes to the edge of the ring, shouting at him, all while security is doing everything that they can to stop the chaos from unfolding. Rex, on the otherhand…)
Stew-O: REX JUST SHOVED LIMMY OUT OF THE WAY!
Flannery McCoy: AND HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES! HE TAKES DRAKE AND A NUMBER OF SECURITY DOWN WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! OH MY GOD!
Jake Mercer: PAYBACK FROM LAST WEEK! AND MORE SECURITY IS FILING IN TO STOP REX, BUT REX HAS ALREADY DONE ALL HE’S NEED TO DO!
(Rex holds his hands up in innocence as he stands up. Drake is clutching the top of his head in pain as he sits up, looking absolutely furious as he shouts at them to get him out of here. Meanwhile, Limmy looks unhappy that Rex did that to him. But regardless, he makes his way back up to his feet, seemingly backing off from any further confrontation…)
Stew-O: SPEAR!
Flannery McCoy: METHUSELAH JUST RUSHED FORWARD AND TOOK OUT LIMMY MONAGHAN!
Jake Mercer: AND CY HENDERSON IS OUT OF THERE BEFORE THE CHAIRMAN CAN SET HIS SIGHTS ON HIM!
(Cy is shaking his head as he looks over at Methuselah, who is kneeling over a fallen Limmy with a serious expression on his face. Meanwhile, the situation with Rex and Drake is still ongoing, with absolute chaos all throughout the ringside area, and this is all managing to come to a head. It’s the very last shot seen as Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘TEFLON DON’ by Future blares throughout the arena and Jamie Valdez emerges from the back for the first time, looking around at the crowd with a look of disgust on her face. She walks down the ramp and multiple fans outstretch their hands for tags, but she yanks her body away and turns to the side before any of them can even have a chance of touching her.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, from Laredo, Texas, she is “THE PRODIGY”, JAAAMMMIIEEEE! VVVALLLDDDEEEZZZZZ!!!
(‘Nakamura’ by Lil Uzi Vert is next to play and KASAI makes her way out from the back, extending her arms out. Despite the boos of the crowd, KASAI smirks at the reaction and slowly trudges down the ramp. She runs up the steps and swings into the ring, climbing up the middle rope and posing even further.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 145 pounds, from Amani, Kagoshima, Japan, she is the 2026 EMPRESS OF ELITE! “THE MATRIARCH”, KAAASSSSAAAIIIIII!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Jamie Valdez finds her in an extremely tough position as she takes on the 2026 Empress Of Elite, and KASAI has an extra bounce in her step. She looks very loose in all of her movements and that has to be thanks to the added confidence. Valdez on the other hand, a little stiff, a little wary, but she swings in for a collar & elbow tie-up!
Jake Mercer: KASAI swivels underneath and heaves Jamie up in the air, slamming her down on the mat! Valdez tries to rise, but KASAI kicks her square in the ribs! Valdez rolls away, grimacing out in pain. KASAI pulls her up and immediately bullies her against the ropes with forearms, prompting the referee to get involved and try and push the two away!
Flannery McCoy: In the process, Valdez with a headbutt! KASAI staggers back, and Jamie dropkicks the knee out! KASAI falls to a kneeling position and Jamie rises, hitting the ropes, but KASAI with a drop down and Jamie trips over her legs! She rises and KASAI follows her up, leaping into a dropkick that catches her on the chest! Valdez scrambles away, but KASAI rises to her feet and stalks her. She pulls Jamie up and snapmares her in the center of the ring, responding with a stiff spinal tap! That kick lands across the back and Valdez grimaces in pain.
Stew-O: KASAI pulls her up and grabs her into a tight side headlock. She wrenches on the head, but Jamie grabs the waist and brings her to the ropes. She sends her off, and Jamie with a drop down of her own this time! KASAI leaps over, but when Jamie makes her way up to her feet, she tosses KASAI down with a hip toss! KASAI sits down, holding at her spine, but Valdez quickly grabs the hair and yanks her down, slamming the back of her head into the canvas! KASAI’s eyes widen, and then Jamie soars into a knee drop to the throat!
Jake Mercer: She rolls through and hits the ropes, flying off with a legdrop! KASAI holds her throat, coughing out in pain. Valdez wastes no time, hooking the legs for a cover!
ONE!!!
Stew-O: Quick kick out from KASAI. Jamie pulls KASAI up and sends a knee to the body. She nails her with a forearm, and then she tries for a palm strike—but KASAI blocks it and sends a calf kick! Jamie falls into the ropes, and KASAI takes the wrist. She irish whips her across the ring, nope! Countered by Valdez! Valdez runs after KASAI, who bounces off the ropes and leaps onto the knees of Jamie. She grabs her by the head and spins around, sending her flying with a monkey flip!
Flannery McCoy: Valdez rolls away and uses the ropes to rise, but she’s stuck in the corner! KASAI is up and she responds with a corner step-up knee to the jaw! She pulls Jamie out and turns her around, grabbing the waist. Valdez tries to get the ropes to save her, but it’s too late as KASAI launches her across the ring with a german suplex! Jamie rolls underneath the bottom rope, falling to the floor. She holds at her head, meanwhile, KASAI is up and she exits to the apron! KASAI points out to Jamie…!!!
Jake Mercer: HERE SHE COMES WITH A SLIDING KNEE TO THE JAW! VALDEZ IS KNOCKED ONTO HER ASS! KASAI rises up and she throws her arms in the air, fired up! She drops down and drags Jamie up to her feet, sending clubbing blows to the back.
Flannery McCoy: KASAI snags Jamie into a front facelock and tries for a suplex on the floor, but Jamie stalls it! KASAI tries again, but this time, Jamie runs her back-first into the ring post! KASAI holds the back of her head off of impact, and then Jamie throws her into the ring! KASAI rolls in, wincing out in pain…
Stew-O: Jamie slithers in like a snake, and she leaps into a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! VALDEZ PLANTS KASAI INTO THE CANVAS! She scrambles around and rolls KASAI onto her back, hooking the legs! This could be it right here!
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWOOOOOO—
Jake Mercer: KASAI GETS A SHOULDER UP! Jamie sits up, and she looks at the referee. The referee ensures her that was a two count, and Jamie rises. She pulls KASAI up to her feet and throws her into the corner. Jamie starts peppering KASAI with punches to the body and to the jaw. All that KASAI can do right now is just cover up!
Flannery McCoy: Jamie then ducks down and heaves KASAI up to the top rope. She climbs the middle rope—but KASAI with a boot to the jaw! Jamie reaches for her, another boot to the jaw from KASAI! Jamie tries a third time, and KASAI sends a kick to the back of the head! Valdez stumbles away, and now KASAI is standing on the second rope, waiting on her….
Stew-O: SHE DIVES OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK! VALDEZ GOES CRASHING DOWN IMMEDIATELY! KASAI rolls over and she crawls towards Valdez, hooking the legs for the count!
OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TW—
Jake Mercer: Only for Valdez to get a shoulder up! KASAI shakes her head as she rises to her feet, and she beckons Jamie up in the process. Chest kick from KASAI! Calf kick from KASAI! And then a spinning sole kick to the body hunches Valdez over! KASAI nods her head, bringing her energy up once again!
Stew-O: She runs the ropes, but Jamie pops up to her feet and she follows KASAI, taking her out with a NASTY elbow to the jaw! KASAI falls to a seated position on the middle rope, not expecting that whatsoever! Jamie takes a moment to recover… then she turns around and runs the ropes on her own accord!
Flannery McCoy: THIS TIME, IT’S KASAI WHO FOLLOWS HER! Jamie back hits the ropes, and she immediately eats a BRUTAL leaping knee to the jaw by the Empress Of Elite! Jamie staggers forward and KASAI grabs her in a front facelock, beginning to lift her up—wait! Valdez has her hand on the top rope for leverage!
Jake Mercer: Genius! Valdez floats over, grabbing KASAI into an inverted facelock! She falls back into a REVERSE DDT! KASAI holds her neck in pain, and Valdez notices this! She crawls up to her feet and leans on the ropes, calling KASAI up! KASAI is trying to do everything in her power to get up, but the pain that suddenly hit her neck is probably going to weigh her down quite a bit…
Stew-O: Doesn’t matter! Valdez comes off the ropes! SHE TILT-A-WHIRL RUNS AROUND THE BODY OF KASAI… ‘PRODIGY DESTROYER!’ SHE JUST DROPPED HER ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! GOOD GOD! KASAI MAY HAVE A BROKEN NECK! AND VALDEZ HOOKS THE LEGS!
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM KASAI! THIS ONE ISN’T OVER YET, AND VALDEZ IS LIVID! SHE THOUGHT THAT SHE HAD HER SET UP PERFECTLY, BUT THE MATRIARCH FINDS A WAY TO GET HER SHOULDER UP! THIS MATCH LIVES ON!
Stew-O: Valdez mounts KASAI and immediately starts raining down all kinds of punches to the head! KASAI is doing everything in her power to cover up, but she’s getting battered by Jamie right now! She rises to her feet and leaps into a stomp to the chest, that nearly caves it in!
Jake Mercer: She pulls KASAI up and throws her into the turnbuckles! KASAI hits the buckles hard and Jamie just continues to punch her over and over! KASAI covers up, and Jamie takes the wrist! She sends her across the ring with an irish whip, and KASAI hits the turnbuckles chest-first! She staggers backwards, grimacing out in pain…
Flannery McCoy: VALDEZ FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! KASAI goes down, and now it seems clear that Jamie still has her where she wants her! She pulls KASAI up and leans her head down…
Stew-O: Jamie steps back, and she winds her leg for ‘FIERCE KICK’ — NO! KASAI SIDE STEPS IT! Jamie’s ankle hits the canvas hard! She turns around, wincing, and KASAI WITH A ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! HOW’S THAT FOR A KICK?! Valdez is down to her knees, and KASAI staggers backwards!
Jake Mercer: ‘ABDICATION!’ SHE LEAPS INTO THE DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER AND SLAMS VALDEZ’S FACE INTO HER KNEES! JAMIE DROPS DOWN AND FALLS ONTO HER BACK! KASAI QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEGS! THIS COULD BE IT!
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM VALDEZ! SHE’S STILL GOT LIFE! KASAI shakes her head, but she’s not freaking out over that kickout whatsoever. KASAI still has a lot left to give, and she makes her way over to Valdez who is laid out in the center of the ring.
Stew-O: She pulls her up and turns her around, grabbing the waist… but Jamie begins to fight the grip! She sends an elbow to KASAI! Another elbow! KASAI tries to hold on to Jamie, but Jamie runs forward with KASAI still in her grasp and she drops down, sending KASAI throat-first into the top rope! KASAI falls back, holding her throat in agony!
Jake Mercer: Jamie runs up to her feet and she grabs KASAI by the head, lifting her up vertically! BRAINBUSTER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! VALDEZ LAYS HER OUT! AND SHE MAKES THE COVER RIGHT HERE!
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: BUT KASAI GETS A SHOULDER UP! Jamie rolls over, and she slaps the mat! She looks up at the referee, shouting repeatedly!
Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) COUNT TO THREE! YOU HAVE ONE JOB! ONE JOB!
Referee: (off-mic) I’m sorry, Jamie! That was a two count! Nothing that I can do about it!
Flannery McCoy: Valdez looks pissed, as she exits to the apron and makes her way up to the top rope. KASAI is still trying to find her footing, as she slowly rises up. Jamie waits on her, and she flies off the top ropes with a CROSSBODY—NO! KASAI WITH A KICK TO THE BODY IN MID-AIR! GOOD GOD! THAT SENT VALDEZ ROLLING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING!
Stew-O: Jamie slowly rises, and KASAI follows up with a bicycle kick to the jaw! She turns Jamie around and lifts her up in an argentine rack position, spinning out into ‘DEMISE OF THE CROWN!’ VALDEZ IS PLANTED, AND KASAI POINTS TO THE TOP ROPE! WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!
Jake Mercer: KASAI rises to her feet and approaches the ropes, climbing up top! Her back is turned to Valdez, who is laid out in the center of the ring… ‘KITSUNE’S BLESSING V2!’ THE MOONSTOMP CONNECTS! HER FEET DRIVEN RIGHT INTO THE ABDOMEN OF VALDEZ! AND KASAI QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEGS!
ONNNEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWOOOOOO!!!
TTTHHHHHRRRREEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, KAASSSAAAAIIII!!!
(KASAI rolls off of the pin, kneeling up with a grin on her face. She rises up and the referee takes her wrist, raising her arm up high in the air. KASAI backs away from the referee and any positive reception the fans may have had, quickly turns to boos as KASAI stands over Valdez.)
Stew-O: The Empress of Elite continues her winning ways, and despite Jamie’s best efforts, this was always going to be a tough one for her. You could say KASAI is in the prime of her career right now and you’d be correct in that assessment!
Jake Mercer: Absolutely! This was one hell of a match between both, but it was KASAI who prevails in the end, and Jamie shouldn’t be beating herself up for this one. She certainly gave KASAI a run for her money.
Flannery McCoy: Jamie Valdez’s future remains bright, but tonight is all about KASAI! No shame in that whatsoever!
(A commercial plays for Coca-Cola.)
(Backstage, Jamie Valdez can be seen standing, not at all pleased with the outcome of her match against KASAI. She sighs, rolling her eyes in frustration.)
Jamie Valdez: Damn it. I was so close to winning that match. Ugh, Empress my ass. She was lucky…
(However, she perks up once she hears some footsteps approach. Turning her head, she spots Mia Santoro, who, compared to last week, is in a far better mood. Her smirk dims once she notices how pissed off Jamie looked.)
Mia Santoro: Well damn. Last week I was the one acting as if someone pissed in my cereal. I guess things didn’t work out well tonight, huh?
Jamie Valdez: No. Lost my match. :francis:
Mia Santoro: Ah. That’s never a fun ordeal. But hey, you don’t gotta hear it from me. You already know how I feel when I fall short. :troll:
Jamie Valdez: :mjlol: Yeeeah, I think I’m good with having to be reminded of that. You definitely don’t play when you’re angry.
Mia Santoro: What can I say? It does feel a bit therapeutic, at least. Getting the chance to let everything out helps to keep me sane.
(A pause.)
Mia Santoro: For the most part. :lupe:
Jamie Valdez: Heh. I hear you. Especially with some of the people here. You got so many who want to be desperate to be seen, or be good, or are just unbelievably fake. It drives me crazy! It’s a shame tonight didn’t work in my favor, but you know what? I’ll move on and get better. I’ll definitely be a star here. Certainly before some people.
Mia Santoro: Oh yeah? Like who?
Jamie Valdez: Pfft. Like that Winona girl, for starters. She’s so big and strong, but so far, it hasn’t really been working out for her. Cute of her to get that win over Adam, but I doubt that’s gonna take her truly far.
Mia Santoro: She seems to be like some modern-day Wonder Woman or whatever. Truly not impressed. The same goes for Anna. I’m not a stranger to her, but that girl really thinks a couple of fun highlights will help her out. She’s absolutely delusional.
(The two women snicker…)
Jamie Valdez: …hm?
(But then they stop once they sense some movement. Turning around, the two would see Winona Hendrickson and Anna Wautier together, having overheard the brief jabs thrown their way. Neither of them look all that happy.)
Anna Wautier: Really? Is this what EAW has come down to? Those who may not be so fortunate currently feeling the need to try and punch down so that they can feel better about themselves?
Winona Hendrickson: I guess so. In fact, for two women who don’t appear to be remarkable in your eyes, it is pretty interesting hearing you both speak so freely about us.
(Mia snorts, shaking her head.)
Mia Santoro: Alright dolls, don’t get it twisted. You aren’t anything special, and we aren’t afraid to say it to your faces.
Jamie Valdez: She’s right. Besides, what are you going to do about it? Last time I checked, you two got a tag match going on tonight. Almost time, isn’t it? So I suggest you run along and have fun slumming it up with those two weirdo men, because you don’t want to get hurt before you go out there.
(Anna narrows her eyes.)
Anna Wautier: Is that a threat?
(Jamie and Mia step to her with cruel smirks on their faces.)
Jamie Valdez: What do you think, dearest Anna..?
Winona Hendrickson: Alright. Back off.
(Winona immediately steps in the middle, her towering presence cutting the two venomous women off. Jamie and Mia eye her up and down, scowling. Winona shakes her head then looks at Anna.)
Winona Hendrickson: Come on, lets head on out. We can deal with these two some other time.
(Anna nods.)
Anna Wautier: Certainly,
(Winona and Anna head off—with Hendrickson brushing past Mia and Jamie, almost pushing them to the side as she walks through them. The two women stare in disbelief. Then, they glare.)
(Nothing but dangerous intent flickers in their eyes as the camera fades elsewhere…)
(Transitioning into the general manager’s office, Tyrone Montgomery is present at his desk. He seems just a tad bit stress, given the earlier mess in the opening moments of Dynasty. However, he looks directly at the camera and does his best to show off his usual smile, professional as can be.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Good evening everyone, and I hope you all have been enjoying the show. As we get closer to Operation: Doomsday, there has been a lot of developments happening.
(His smile then fades.)
Tyrone Montgomery: And while some of it has been good, others… unfortunately, have been the opposite.
Crowd: :lupe:
(Tyrone pauses briefly with a sigh before he speaks again.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Sometime this afternoon, Adam Hale Valentine was attacked maliciously, with his ankle shattered in the process. He was transported by our medical team immediately to a nearby hospital, where we have been monitoring his situation closely. However, as of this time, the latest update we’ve gotten is that the injury is near-career-ending. As such, Adam is in no shape to compete and therefore will be taking time off for an undetermined amount of time.
Tyrone Montgomery: I have to say, it is a shame. Adam came in highly recommended, and it seemed as though things were brewing between him, David Gideon Smith and Kirk Redwood. In fact, I have been rather interested in what would’ve developed between those three that I was actually going to get a triple threat match between them made official for Operation: Doomsday.
Tyrone Montgomery: It’s unfortunate. And we are launching an investigation into who could’ve possibly done this to him. However, when it comes to me and the position that I hold as general manager, I have to make adjustments on the fly. Fortunately, there is another option I have—and her name is Holly Arrow.
Tyrone Montgomery: So, at Operation: Doomsday, it’ll be Holly Arrow vs. David Gideon Smith vs. Kirk Redwood!
(The fans pop for that! Tyrone’s smile returns.)
Tyrone Montgomery: You’ve got to learn how to make lemonade out of lemons. And who knows? There may be a special something for the winner of the match, so stay tuned for that. With that out of the way, I want you all to continue to enjoy the rest of your evening. The action is only getting started here on Dynasty!
(And with the announcement made, Friday Night Dynasty transitions elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING IS A TAG TEAM MATCH AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf began blaring through the speakers to loud cheers as Winona Hendrickson marches out from behind the stage curtains with a proud, confident smile on her face; she strikes a pose before turning back to the stage curtains when ‘asthma’ by BELLRING Shoujo Heart began playing, causing another pop in the crowd. Anna Wautier emerges from the curtains as well, joining Winona’s side with a focused expression on her face. The two of them storm down to the ring together.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Washington DC, weighing in at 150 pounds, she is THE ONE WOMAN ARMY… WINONAAAAAAAA! HENDRICKSOOOOOOOOOON! AND HER PARTNER! Hailing from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 142 pounds… she is THE THORN PRINCESS, ANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAUTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!
Stew-O: We’ve got one hell of a tag team booked for tonight with this pair, who both have aligned views about justice and fairness, going up against a pair that isn’t able to get along!
Flannery McCoy: Winona and Anna are BOTH coming off victories from last week’s episode of Dynasty, lending them some momentum as they head into this match!
Jake Mercer: Now it’s time to see if they’ll be able to keep it up against the vicious duo they’re up against!
(Ballad of a Prodigal Son by Lincoln Durham began blaring through the speakers to a loud mixed reaction as Kirk Redwood storms out from behind the stage curtains with an intense glare on his face, slapping himself to invigorate his fighting spirit as he makes his way onto the stage. He scowls as “Razorface” by Celldweller begins playing and David Gideon Smith emerges from behind the curtains himself, sauntering menacingly out onto the stage. Kirk doesn’t wait for David as he begins storming down to the ring himself, with David tilting his head forward narrowing his eyes towards the squared circle before making his way there.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is THE DOG OF WAR, KIIIIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! AND HIS PARTNER! Hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 250 pounds… HE IS THE SOVEREIGN, DAVIIIIIIIIID! GIDEOOOOOOOON! SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!
Stew-O: A menacing team to say the least, and if they were fully on the same page I’d wager they could dominate the division!
Flannery McCoy: However, it’s clear that they don’t like each other; the question is whether they’ll be able to coexist for long enough to get the victory tonight against a team that isn’t nearly as frayed!
Jake Mercer: Only one of teams will be able to come out on top and get the momentum as we continue on with 2026!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Anna Wautier decides to start things off for her team, while Kirk Redwood does the same for his team! David Gideon Smith crosses his arms with an inscrutable expression on his face as he watches his temporary partner crack his knuckles while making his way out of his corner!
Flannery McCoy: Anna is raring to go as she exits her own respective corner as well, keeping her eyes locked on the ever dangerous Dog of War as they begin circling the ring, looking for the best opening to strike!
Jake Mercer: Anna Wautier is a skilled wrestler without a doubt, but she’s at a severe weight disadvantage here against the 210 pound Kirk Redwood, and he’s the type of mad dog that’ll throw away any sense of technique if it means he can beat your head into a bloody pulp!
Stew-O: She’s going to have to be careful of that, and we’re already seeing an example as Kirk Redwood immediately bursts into a more aggressive stride, looking to cut Anna Wautier off from her side of the ring, aiming to isolate her from her larger partner! He gets closer and closer before launching his arms forth, looking to get a hold of her as he starts cornering her!
Flannery McCoy: But Anna Wautier has agility where she lacks size, and she managed to duck right underneath Kirk’s attempted lock up, leaving HIM in the cornered position as she quickly turns and executes a swift dropkick to the back of the Dog of War, sending him chest-first into the nearby turnbuckles!
Jake Mercer: And with Kirk pressed up against the corner, that gives Anna Wautier the opportunity to quickly scale up to the middle rope with Kirk between her and the corner before she begins hammering down on the back of his head with pointed elbow strikes, capitalizing on the sudden reversal to get some damage dealt quickly on the Dog of War before he gets the opportunity to retaliate against her!
Stew-O: From that middle rope, she quickly leaps onto the top rope before jumping and landing on the shoulders of Kirk Redwood! She switches positions on his shoulders, perhaps looking to launch Kirk Redwood with a hurricanrana?! Kirk seems to be dazed as he staggers away from the corner with Anna still on his shoulders, and then she goes for it!
Flannery McCoy: She arches back, looking execute that hurricanrana, but Kirk Redwood suddenly latches onto her legs and keeps her hanging there! He manages to force her back up to her original position before THROWING her off his shoulders and even managing to catch her on the fall with an uppercut!
Jake Mercer: That uppercut had Kirk’s own strength as well as gravity working hand in hand for a MASSIVE counterstrike that has Anna Wautier absolutely dazed! Kirk Redwood got his opportunity and now he’s seizing it with all the ferocity that he can muster!
Stew-O: Kirk reaches down and grabs a hold of both of Anna Wautier’s legs, sweeping them with a double leg takedown before he leaps onto her, using his greater weight to have Anna pinned down with a front mount before he begins pummeling her with a vicious barrage of closed fist punches!
Flannery McCoy: This is an awful position to be in for Anna, but she’s doing her best to block as many of Kirk’s blows as she can! Unfortunately, Kirk is striking with so much force and ferocity that even her attempts at blocking just result in her hitting herself with her own arms!
Jake Mercer: Kirk launches one more strike aimed right for Anna’s head, but a sudden head movement at the very last moment by Anna lets her evade the strike, leading to Kirk punching nothing but the hard canvas of the ring! That leads to even the ferocious Dog of War to recoil, giving Anna the opportunity to slip out from underneath the mounted position she was locked in and scramble to the ropes!
Stew-O: Kirk Redwood lunges for Anna Wautier, not intending to let her escape, but Anna quickly props herself up with both palms on the canvas, pushing herself up before spinning to fire off a roundhouse kick out of nowhere, landing right on target upon the jaw of Kirk Redwood, causing him to fall back and land back-first on the canvas of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Anna staggers over to her partner Winona Hendrickson, who’s raring to go, and tags her in! This is a good opportunity for the team as Winona rushes into the ring just as Kirk Redwood was starting to stagger back to his feet, clutching at his jaw in pain as he did!
Jake Mercer: Before Kirk Redwood can fully stabilize himself on his feet, he gets FLOORED with a running dropkick to the back by Winona Hendrickson, flattening him in the process as Winona begins unleashing a hellish flurry of stomps onto the fallen Dog of War!
Stew-O: She quickly drags the grounded Kirk Redwood closer to her corner before she turns and begins scaling the ropes herself! The imposing one woman army makes her way to a perch on the top of the top turnbuckle before taking aim at the Unkillable down below! Without another moment of hesitation, she launches off the top rope and crashes down on him with a perfectly executed frog splash!
Flannery McCoy: Not only that, but she takes the opportunity to capitalize on the momentum and hooks his leg, looking to get a pinfall victory for her team! The referee slides in for the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: But the Unkillable lives up to his name as he kicks out of the pin attempt! Winona shakes her head as she grabs Kirk by the head, forcing him back up to a standing position as she drags him to the center of the ring before connecting to the midsection with a knee smash to force him to double over!
Stew-O: From that doubled over position, Winona throws Kirk’s arm over her head before hoisting him up with a vertical suplex lift, looking to bring the Dog of War crashing back down– but look at that, Kirk manages to avoid that fate as he unleashes a sudden pair of knee lifts from that upside down position, connecting with the roof of Winona’s head!
Flannery McCoy: That sudden counter causes Winona to drop Kirk right back down in front of her before she staggers back, holding her head in pain! That’s just the opportunity that Kirk Redwood needed as he connects with a one-two combo of a European uppercut followed up by a palm strike that really sends Winona into a daze!
Jake Mercer: Kirk is regaining momentum, but he’s battered at this point and looks to cut things off as he one-ups the one woman army with a suplex of his own, a SNAP suplex to be exact as she’s quickly planted on the canvas! Kirk is hurting as he begins crawling over to the corner, with David Gideon Smith looking down upon his partner! Is that tension going to come into play here?
Stew-O: Kirk glares at David as he begrudgingly reaches forward, looking to get a tag made! Winona stirs as she turns over and begins crawling towards Kirk, looking to intercept and not allow the tag to get made to the freshest member of the match, the Sovereign himself! David’s eyes flick over to the approaching Winona as Kirk grows more frustrated, but just as Winona gets within range and reaches for the Dog of War…
TAG!
Flannery McCoy: The Sovereign is as clever as he is menacing, luring Winona in with the false hope of a fractured team before he does tag himself in! Winona grabs Kirk’s leg at the last moment, but it’s too late to pull him away, and Kirk manages to fire off a back kick for good measure as David steps into the ring to take on the one woman army!
Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood rolls out onto the apron from underneath the bottom rope as Winona Hendrickson struggles to rise back to her feet! David Gideon Smith looks down as she starts to stagger up!
David Gideon Smith: What has your virtue done for you here?
Stew-O: David drags her back up to her feet himself, not allowing her a moment of respite before– OH! EDGE LOGIC 1 RIGHT OFF THE BAT! THAT ROUNDHOUSE KICK KNOCKS WINONA HENDRICKSON RIGHT BACK ONTO THE CANVAS AS DAVID ONCE AGAIN LOOKS DOWN BEFORE PINNING HER!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flannery McCoy: BUT SHE MANAGED TO KICK OUT OF IT! David looks… pretty pleased by that, actually! He spoke to the opposing team about what he thinks about virtue in a world like this, but if Winona is able to give David a good fight then I think he’s going to walk away satisfied!
Jake Mercer: Winona is once again dragged back to her feet before the Sovereign fires off a knife-edge chop that sounds like a GUNSHOT going off! And another one on top of that, followed up with an immediate Mongolian chop by the same hand! David is testing the mettle of Winona here as he fires off strike after strike, either trying to invigorate her fighting spirit or punishing her for kicking out without having the wherewithal to follow through on it!
Stew-O: He fires off a Chapa kick towards the midsection of the one woman army, but it looks like Winona has had the fighting fire beaten into her as she manages to sidestep the kick to evade it before spinning around to connect with a back elbow right to the back of David Gideon Smith’s head!
Flannery McCoy: David staggers forward after that move connects, and Winona rushes past him to rebound off of the ropes before sprinting towards the Archdragon with violent intent apparent in her eyes! David turns around to see Winona rushing his way, and she launches a dropkick quick enough to connect before David is able to avoid it!
Jake Mercer: David hits the ground and rolls over, immediately trying to weather the blow as he scrambles to a kneeling position, looking to make some distance in order to reorient himself, but Winona follows it up with a falling European uppercut to the kneeling Sovereign, once again knocking him down onto his back!
Stew-O: Winona falls to a knee herself, though, needing a moment to recuperate after the heavy damage sustained between David and Kirk’s offense! That gives David Gideon Smith an opportunity to recuperate as well, though, and allowing even a moment of respite for the ferocious Archdragon may end up being a bad call from the one woman army!
Flannery McCoy: Both of them start to stagger back up to their feet- WAIT, WHAT’S THIS?!
(The camera pans over to show that Anna isn’t on the corner anymore; it pans further over to reveal that Mia Santoro and Jamie Valdez have pulled her off the apron and begun beating down on her!)
Jake Mercer: The referee is focused on David and Winona, though, not realizing what’s happening at ringside! Winona begins to rush over to the ropes in order to prevent the injustice happening, but–
Stew-O: OH MY GOD! BLACK BLADE! BLACK BLADE! THE BLACK BLADE CONNECTS AND WINONA GETS KNOCKED INSIDE OUT! SHE’S OUT COMPLETELY COLD!
David Gideon Smith: I warned you.
Flannery McCoy: THE SOVEREIGN SHAKES HIS HEAD AS HE DROPS ONTO THE ONE WOMAN ARMY AND HOOKS HER LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNERS… KIRK REDWOOD AND DAVID GIDEON SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!
Stew-O: He DID warn her, after all! If Winona had stayed locked in on the match, maybe she would’ve been able to escape it, but at the end of the day she was struck with the dreaded Black Blade and, as with all other victims of the move, she wasn’t able to kick out!
Flannery McCoy: Mia and Jamie begin walking back after brutalizing Anna Wautier, with smug expressions plastered on their faces at their handiwork! Meanwhile, Kirk Redwood steps in the ring as David and Kirk both get their hands raised by the referee!
Jake Mercer: They’re still glaring at each other, though; even though they won as a team, it’s clear that the tension between these two remains unresolved!
(The video feed lingers on their tense celebration as “Razorface” plays through the speakers, all while Winona and Anna try recuperating from the damage they’ve sustained; the video feed fades to black.)
(A commercial plays for Marathon.)
(Backstage, Raven Roberts and Rex McAllister are together. Rex wraps up some light warm ups whereas Raven watches on silently. Once he finishes, Rex turns his head to her. He arches a brow.)
Rex McAllister: Raven?
(No response.)
Rex McAllister: Raven..?
(Same result.)
Rex McAllister: Huh. Someone sure is in deep thought.
(So, he reaches his arm over and waves his hand back and forth in front of her face. That bit of motion does the trick as she blinks a few times, and her gaze darts to her husband, almost embarrassed.)
Raven Roberts: Oh, uh, sorry. Guess my mind went blank for a moment there.
(She chuckles, shaking her head.)
Raven Roberts: What’s up?
Rex McAllister: Just cheking up on you. You were frozen like a statue. You really spaced out.
Raven Roberts: I did, huh?
(She rubs the back of her neck. Rex takes a step closer, looking at her more intently.)
Rex McAllister: Yeah, and I know that look all too well now. Something’s on your mind. So, what is it?
(Raven wants to brush it off as nothing. However, even under the gentle visage, she knew Rex wasn’t going to let her off the hook easily.)
Raven Roberts: Just this whole thing with KASAI. She sure was pissed last week, wasn’t she?
Rex McAllister: :mjlol: She kinda was. But you called your shot and let it be known you want to go after her. Definitely going to be a fun task for you.
Raven Roberts: It is, isn’t it? Nothing is better than gaining the attention of the Empress.
(She chuckles.)
Raven Roberts: But it may very well work out for me.
Rex McAllister: Oh? So, that was an official challenge you made against her last week?
(Raven pauses for a moment, weighing the decision heavily.)
Raven Roberts: … yeah. It’s been a bit since either of us truly got to be selfish with our goals. We did a great job as tag champions, even if the ending of our reign wasn’t what we anticipated. Still, we proved without a shadow of a doubt that together, you and I can still be a force. Now, we get that chance for ourselves individually, but I don’t want this to be a repeat of some of our past single outings. I want for us to be successful. If I can beat KASAI, I can definitely cash my check in. Who knows? Perhaps I can be the one to beat Milli the second go-round and become the Universal Women’s Champion before KASAI does.
Rex McAllister: It’s definitely an ambitious outlook, but knowing you? That’s not out of the ordinary.
(Rex nods, affirming his statement with a smile.)
Rex McAllister: You absolutely can do it.
Raven Roberts: Thanks. And there’s no doubt in my mind you’ll win in that Iron Survivor. No matter what, we’re both going to walk out of that show as winners.
(Rex grins, liking the sound of that.)
Rex McAllister: Of course. And with Pain for Pride getting closer, we might be able to enter it at the top of our game once more.
Raven Roberts: Ha. Brings back memories, doesn’t it?
Rex McAllister: Mhm. Memories that could very well come back to the surface.
(Raven smiles at that. Another thought then creeps in, causing it to simmer. Rex notices it, but before he can point out the subtle shift to probe what’s on her mind this time, Raven speaks.)
Raven Roberts: Well, time to double check and make sure you’re ready for tonight.
Rex McAllister: Yeah, wouldn’t hurt to do some more preparations. Got a bit of time to spare.
(They walk off, seemingly returning to their lockerroom.)
(…)
(But off in the distance, standing behind a wall, someone from KASAI’s camp has been overlooking the two in silence. A subtle ‘hmph’ draws out from them.)
KASAI’s Aide: The Empress must learn of this…
(They hurry, deeming this to be imperative. From there, the shot fades, and the camera returns to ringside.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(Cult Leader by KiNG MALA begins blaring through the speakers to very loud boos as Mia Santoro arrogantly struts out from behind the stage curtains and strikes a pose on the center of the stage. Demanding all attention on her, she saunters down towards the ring, not caring about the boos and the jeers.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Key West, Florida, weighing in at 115 pounds… she is THE OBSESSION, MIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SANTOOOOOOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: Mia Santoro certainly has been showing a lot of resentfulness over the course of the past episode due to Effy McAvoy being the one to move on to face BRAE for the Interwire Championship, and this might be her opportunity to prove that she could’ve been the one to win the gold!
Flannery McCoy: Effy herself is at ringside with her beloved Ahren by her side, sure to watch intently as her future championship opponent goes up against the woman she overcame to win the title shot!
Jake Mercer: A lot of pressure on Mia, but she’s riding high after her interference earlier tonight and I’m sure she’s looking to double down on that statement with a big win over the Interwire Champion!
(ULTRA INSTINCT THEME by Carameii began blaring through the speakers to tremendous cheers as BRAE, with the Interwire Championship gripped in his right hand, stormed out onto the stage. He held the title aloft and uttered a guttural roar before marching down towards the ring, eyeing Effy on his way.)
Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT! Hailing from Novosibirsk, Russia, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! SOOOOON! BRAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Stew-O: The ever-dominant Interwire Champ makes his way to the ring with violent intent as this match will be an important one for him to win!
Flannery McCoy: With Effy at ringside, the champ will be looking to show her that he means business by taking Mia Santoro out with dominance!
Jake Mercer: Mia talked a lot of trash as usual, so even disregarding Effy, you just know the champ is going to step up to the plate and try to show Mia why he’s the champ!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! The Interwire Champion against an elitist that was trying to contend for the title! This is the perfect opportunity for both competitors, with Mia looking to prove that she is worthy of the Interwire Championship while BRAE is looking to prove to Effy McAvoy that he will tear through any opposition like a hot knife through butter!
Flannery McCoy: Effy is watching on intently as both elitists make their way out of their respective corners! BRAE is taking the more aggressive approach here, not looking to waste any time as he makes a beeline directly for Mia Santoro who tried to start circling the ring in hopes of finding a better opening!
Jake Mercer: She won’t get that opportunity with a mad dog like BRAE who straight up just walks up and latches on a collar and elbow tie up as quickly as he breathes! He seamlessly shifts from that lock up to a wrist lock as he grabs a hold of the right wrist of Mia Santoro and twists it over his head, using that twisted leverage to wrench it and control her body’s movements while he’s at it!
Stew-O: He’s wrenching that arm for a few good moments before quickly releasing it just to latch on a rear waist lock, and there’s a lot of damage he can do from this position whether he decides to go for a German suplex or a rear waist lock takedown! OH, it looks like Mia Santoro doesn’t want to wait to find out which one BRAE was going for because she just reached behind her and yanked BRAE’s head forward into a side headlock!
Flannery McCoy: AND MIA PULLS HIS HEAD USING THAT HEADLOCK RIGHT INTO A KNEE SMASH TO THE FACE! That puts a brake on BRAE’s momentum and gives Mia Santoro the opportunity she needs to spin around and execute a leg sweep, tripping BRAE and causing him to come falling down onto the canvas back-first!
Jake Mercer: And to put some good flourish on that sequence, Mia leaps up into the air and comes crashing down on the fallen Interwire Champion, executing a double foot stomp right to the chest of the champ, looking to cave his torso in if that’s what it takes to secure what would be a very big victory for her!
Stew-O: She measures up the Interwire Champion as BRAE clutches at his chest in pain before rolling over, trying to stagger back up to his feet as he gets onto his hands and knees! The moment BRAE gets in that position, Mia quickly runs away towards the ropes, rebounding off of them before rushing towards her adversary!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE is coming up to a kneeling position, and Mia suddenly drops into a front roll, getting herself at just the height needed before rolling through into a DROPKICK right to the side of the Interwire Champion’s head! A perfectly executed rolling thunder dropkick by the Obsession is showing that Mia means BUSINESS tonight!
Jake Mercer: That dropkick sent BRAE rolling away, and as he gets close to the ropes, Mia rushes over and forces him out of the ring from underneath the bottom rope, causing the Interwire Champion to fall out to ringside! What does she have planned here, taking the fight to the outside where she won’t be able to get a pinfall over him?
Stew-O: She’s clearly got something in mind as she hops onto the apron and measures BRAE up as the Interwire Champion starts to stagger back up to his feet! As soon as he’s back to a standing position and turns around to see Mia Santoro up on the apron, she rushes forward and LAUNCHES herself off of the apron!
Flannery McCoy: LOOKING TO DECIMATE BRAE WITH A LEAPING METEORA FROM THE APRON TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! BUT LOOK! BRAE managed to step back, not allowing Mia to get close enough and instead catching her mid-air and planting her with a makeshift spinebuster right onto the ringside floor from up on the apron!
Jake Mercer: That has GOT to hurt! Mia’s high risk strategy just backfired big time, and now the tides have turned and the momentum is back on the side of the Interwire Champion as he rolls her over to get her in a prone position before latching on a rear waist lock on his grounded opponent!
Stew-O: WHAT STRENGTH BEING SHOWN ON DISPLAY RIGHT HERE BY THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! BRAE hoists Mia Santoro up, plucking her off the ringside floor with a deadlift, before arching back in one smooth motion and planting her back on the ringside floor with a deadlift German suplex!
Flannery McCoy: I guess that’s what he was trying to go for earlier in the match before Mia Santoro cut in! He managed to pull it off this time and the Obsession is worse for wear because of its successful execution! That German suplex sent Mia Santoro rolling over to the nearby barricade which she’s trying to use as leverage to get back up to her feet now!
Jake Mercer: But it looks like BRAE has other plans set out for her as he sprints over to her with the speed of a cheetah before launching himself off his feet and connecting HARD with a bicycle knee smash, crushing her head up against the barricade! The ruthless Interwire Champion isn’t allowing the Obsession to get even a moment of respite as he continues his vicious onslaught!
Stew-O: He’s still got her pressed up against the barricade as he drags her away from it and throws her arm over his shoulder! Once more, Mia Santoro gets lifted off the ringside floor just to get SMASHED right back onto it, this time with a massive uranage slam by the Interwire Champion who has completely taken control of this match!
Flannery McCoy: Just goes to show, when you’re going up against a man as intense as BRAE, even a single slip up is all it takes to completely lose control and get brutalized as a result! There is no margin of error with the Interwire Champion, you either play a perfect game against him or you turn into roadkill at his behest!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro is definitely looking in bad shape here as BRAE rolls her back into the ring! Interestingly enough, he’s not following her back in, instead staying on the apron and walking over to the corner as Mia Santoro rolls over, writhing in pain!
Stew-O: BRAE scales up to the top turnbuckle and narrows his eyes, aiming at Mia Santoro as the Obsession starts to stir, trying to stagger back up to her feet but reeling from the heavy damage that she’s sustained thus far! Mia Santoro is shaky as she gets up to a kneeling position, but she keeps fighting through the pain to get back to her feet!
Flannery McCoy: She’s facing away from BRAE, but she looks up and sees the Titantron and realizes BRAE is on the corner right behind her the moment she gets back to her feet! BRAE launches himself off the top rope and hurtles towards her, LOOKING TO TAKE HER OUT WITH A TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD–
Jake Mercer: OH! PELE KICK! PELE KICK! MIA SANTORO MANAGED TO COUNTER THE MANEUVER WITHOUT EVEN TURNING AROUND TO FACE BRAE! SHE SAW WHAT BRAE WAS TRYING TO DO ON THE BIG SCREEN AND MANAGED TO PERFECTLY TIME THE COUNTER! THAT’S SOME AMAZING AWARENESS BY MIA, USING THE SCREEN TO HER ADVANTAGE TO SEE WHAT BRAE WAS DOING WITHOUT LETTING HIM KNOW SHE KNEW!
Stew-O: I have to admit, for all of her attitude, Mia Santoro just impressed BIG TIME with that clever tactic! BRAE got hit HARD with that pele kick and immediately crumpled down to the canvas as a result of it, and Mia Santoro staggers back to her feet with a pained but cocky smile on her face!
Flannery McCoy: Ahren and Effy are doing a little round of applause for the performance! Mia Santoro spits in Effy’s direction, though, not wanting any of her appreciation and only wanting to get the victory against the Interwire Champion here tonight! I understand, but there’s no reason to be that caustic about it!
Jake Mercer: Mia is definitely working through some feelings of resentment there, and mixed with the pain she’s experienced from the champ so far, I think that she’s actually looking quite forward to venting out on the champ with some more violence! She staggers over to him and starts stomping BRAE out with tremendous viciousness!
Stew-O: She drags BRAE away from the ropes before wrapping her arm around his throat and arching back, applying a grounded dragon sleeper here! This is a bad position for BRAE to be in, as he’s getting the oxygen cut out from his brain by the constricting force of Mia’s arm!
Flannery McCoy: Not only that, but Mia is arching back hard enough where she’s wrenching the neck of BRAE as well as applying a chokehold! Dual damage being dealt every second here, and BRAE is nowhere near the ropes to be able to escape via rope break! Is he going to be able to get out of this?!
Jake Mercer: BRAE has gotten out of a lot of tough situations, and this might be one of them as well… he can’t get to the ropes, but he’s wrenching his head FORWARD, trying to counteract the force that Mia is applying! Mia is struggling against the sheer raw strength of the Interwire Champion… but to no avail! BRAE starts flailing wildly the moment he gets some leverage, and he’s able to wriggle his way out of the hold!
Stew-O: The damage is done, though, as BRAE coughs and sputters as he quickly tries to roll away from Mia Santoro before she can try to reapply it! Mia stomps the canvas in frustration before rushing over to where BRAE has rolled away to! BRAE starts staggering up using the leverage of the ropes as he tries to get back up to a standing position to take the fight to Mia!
Flannery McCoy: BUT MIA CUTS HIS PATH OUT FROM UNDER HIM AS SHE CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE! WE’VE SEEN THIS BEFORE, SHE’S GOING FOR HER SIGNATURE TWO-MOVE MANEUVER, TWO FOR THE ROAD, AS SHE SPINS FOR THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK–
Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGED TO DUCK UNDERNEATH THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK, CUTTING THE TWO FOR THE ROAD MANEUVER IN HALF! THIS BATTLE IS HEATING UP! BRAE LOOKS TO SCRAMBLE BACK TO HIS FEET AFTER MAKING SOME DISTANCE, BUT MIA SANTORO ISN’T PUTTING UP WITH IT AS SHE LOOKS TO UP THE ANTE!
Stew-O: SHE LOOKS TO FIRE OFF ANOTHER SIGNATURE MANEUVER, KILLING MOON– wait, WHAT?! WHO–
Flannery McCoy: THAT’S WINONA! AND ANNA WAUTIER! THE TWO WOMEN THAT MIA SCREWED OVER EARLIER TONIGHT HAVE JUST RUSHED TO RINGSIDE! Effy and Ahren look over in surprise, not expecting other company at ringside, but seeing the two of them rush over has stopped Mia in her tracks! She expects them to get into the ring to interfere, but they just point behind her–
Jake Mercer: A SWEEP OF THE LEGS BY BRAE, WHO SPRINGS TO HIS FEET AND– RED DEATH! RED DEATH CONNECTS! THE ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT OF THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION HARNESSED THROUGH THAT ONE FOREARM AS HE CRASHES DOWN ON THE HEAD OF THE OBSESSION! THAT HAS TO BE IT! IT’S OVER! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER… BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Stew-O: I don’t think this is how BRAE wanted the match to end, but Anna and Winona had all the right in the world to pay Mia back for what she did earlier tonight, screwing them out of a potential win!
Flannery McCoy: Anna and Winona hold their hands up, proving they didn’t lay a hand on Mia, but I don’t think that’s going to make the Obsession feel any bette- WOAH, WHAT? THAT’S JAMIE VALDEZ! JAMIE FROM BEHIND AMBUSHES BOTH OF THEM! WE SAW JAMIE AND MIA GETTING ALONG BEFORE AND NOW IT LOOKS LIKE JAMIE IS FIGHTING ON HER BEHALF!
Jake Mercer: JAMIE GOT THE UPPER HAND, BUT NOW THE NUMBERS GAME IS COMING INTO PLAY AS WINONA AND ANNA START FIGHTING BACK! BRAE shakes his head, pissed off at getting caught up in their war and storms away up the ramp, BUT MIA SANTORO IS STILL IN THE RING AND SHE’S COMING TO!
Stew-O: MIA JOINS THE FRAY, AND NOW BOTH PAIRS OF ELITISTS ARE BRAWLING IT OUT! SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!
Flannery McCoy: The security team rushes past BRAE on both sides to try to break up the brawl, but the Interwire Champion doesn’t pay them any mind! He makes it to the stage, but then something DOES catch his attention…!
Jake Mercer: Effy McAvoy and Ahren, trailing him up the ramp! BRAE turns around to see Effy waving cheekily at the champion before pointing at the title! BRAE looks down at the Interwire Championship in his grasp before he holds it aloft for her to see! No matter what happened, BRAE still walked away with the win tonight and he’s declaring that it’ll be the same thing when Effy tries to get the title!
(The video feed lingers on the chaotic scene as the two teams get pulled apart, all while the champion and challenger stare each other down with tension lingering in the air, before the feed fades to black.)
(A commercial plays for God of War: Son of Sparta, featuring Michael Machina.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a camera shot of the REIZ Arena, as the crowd murmurs in anticipation for what is to come at the climax of a jam-packed show so far. Things only get better though, as ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep begins to blare through the speakers of the arena. Zambia gets loud, as the camera pans around before landing on the stage, where Michael Machina is seen making his way out from the backstage area. The World Heavyweight Champion has his title over his shoulders, taking a brief look around before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! THE NEW LEGEND… MICHAELLLLL!!!!!!! MAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week, we truly saw just how many people were after Michael Machina. With the announcement of the Iron Survivor, and the winner getting a match for the World Heavyweight Championship, the competitors immediately did not waste any time making their presence felt, with Dynasty ending with Drake King standing tall over Michael Machina and Rex McAllister.
Flannery McCoy: And after the participant’s explosive confrontation to kick off the show, it seems like they have absolutely no signs of taking their foot off the gas pedal. Right now though, the World Champion is making his way to the ring, and he certainly does not look happy as he looks to give his thoughts on what transpired that night.
Jake Mercer: And you don’t want to face a pissed-off Michael Machina, I think those are the ground rules that have been established. I don’t know, maybe everyone in that Iron Survivor match has a death wish. All I know is that it’s certainly not going to be anything quaint.
(Machina makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area as ‘Apostle’s Warning’ begins to come to a close. As he heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a brief moment to compose himself with a scrunched-up look before beginning to speak.)
Michael Machina: It seems the tone has been established immediately. Everyone wants a shot at the Machine, but only one person out of five can get it. Who’s it going to be? I really don’t give a fuck. Let’s get the formalities out of the way, Drake King, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are or where the fuck you came from that makes you think you can get away with what the hell you did last week. But trust me, I’ve put you in the dirt ten times over this season, and I’ll be more than happy to do it again if the opportunity presents itself. That being said, while I would certainly have a favor toward whose ass I’m kicking to keep this title around my waist, the reality is that it never meant a damn in the first place. Consider each and every one of you put on notice starting now, because it’s clear that being nice to such a volatile cast of people can only get you so far, so you really just have to nip this in the bud while you have the chance. Let them know right off the bat that I am the last person you want to try and fuck with.
(Machina glares at the hard camera with a straight face as he continues to speak.)
Michael Machina: But that’s not the only reason that I’m out here. See, I have all the time in the world to talk about them. The point is that this isn’t going to drift my mind away from the fact that I am going to defend my title at Operation: Doomsday. Who the hell is it going to be against? Well, whoever in the back gets the sound guy to cue their theme, then they have a million-dollar opportunity right in the palm of their hands for the taking. But they’d better pray to whatever God they believe in that they have what it takes, and that they’re ready for what is to come, because trust that I am. My legacy is not going to be predetermined by ANYONE who thinks that they have the pen and can just write over everything that I’ve done since winning this title. I’m not going to be stopped by some snobby idiot who thinks attacking me and laying me out has done anyone well in the time that I’ve been here. I get it back in full, and I hope to God for your sake that you’re not the unfortunate motherfucker that crosses my path.
(Machina begins to pace around, as he continues.)
Michael Machina: So what does all of this mean…
(Out of nowhere, Machina is suddenly interrupted, as the sounds of ‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ by Beyoncé begin to blare through the speakers of the arena. The crowd immediately comes alive as the World Heavyweight Champion turns his head toward the stage, eyeing Kassidy Heart as she makes her way out from the backstage area. She has a serious expression on her face as, after a brief scan around, she has her eyes set on the ring as she makes her way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Well, I feel like this confrontation was only inevitable. We saw last week, after Kassidy Heart’s return match against Holly Arrow, that she would run into the World Heavyweight Champion backstage, and she certainly has some interest in making history.
Flannery McCoy: But at the same time, it’s not going to be a cakewalk to get there. We know Michael Machina, we know the type of damage that he’s done up to this point here on Friday Night Dynasty, and he has absolutely no intentions of stopping. Could the legendary Kassidy Heart be the next on that list of victims?
Jake Mercer: Not if she has anything to say about it!
(Kassidy makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters the ring. She heads over, snatching a microphone from the ringside area as ‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ begins to come to a close. As it does, she immediately turns around, not wasting anytime.)
Kassidy Heart: First off, the only “God” I believe in is Daddygawd. And you of all people should know that.
(The crowd oohs at the remark as Kassidy makes a smirk, calling back to the moment that she and Methuselah had at the expense of Machina two years ago at Wicked Games.)
Kassidy Heart: Secondly, I don’t need to explain myself to you, nor do I need to tell you why I am ready for what you have built to be this huge opportunity to face you. What you need to do is prove to me why you deserve to face ME. Because right now, I just don’t fucking see it.
(Machina has his arms crossed with an amused expression on his face. He takes a moment to chuckle before briefly raising his microphone.)
Michael Machina: Go on. I would absolutely love to hear the justification behind this.
Kassidy Heart: Gladly. In the 427 agonizing days that I have been gone, a big black hole was left at the center of EAW. Whether you liked it or not, everything revolved around me, and if you need the proof, then please do tell, and we can go off into a whole other conversation. And since I’ve been gone, the powers that be have desperately tried to make something that fills that massive hole, and I can’t say that they haven’t been trying. They made a who’s who of new stars to try and wipe away my legacy, but let’s be honest with ourselves, that was never going to fucking happen. :mjlol: Even if they got the biggest, baddest star, someone who they consider to be a once-in-a-generation talent, they were NEVER going to lace my boots, let alone represent the company I gave my heart to. In case you didn’t realize, I take that shit personally. And you might be seeing a correlation here, so let me help you piece two and two together…
(Kassidy takes a step forward, getting closer to Machina as the tension starts to build.)
Kassidy Heart: When I envisioned the idea of Kassidy Heart versus Michael Machina in my head last week, when you had the misfortune of drawing my ire, I didn’t see a dream match where I was FORCED, back against the wall, to acknowledge the next big thing in this company. I saw the greatest fucking wrestler in the world STILL even after 13 months, facing a pathetic pretender serving as a placeholder for the title I never won.
(The crowd reacts loudly to such a vicious statement, and Machina clearly looks amused by this. He takes a moment to shake his head as he looks to respond.)
Michael Machina: Look, I’m not going to try to deny you of your talent. You’re great. You’ve broken every single record that there is to be broken, and you’re looking to break another one at my expense by being the first female World Heavyweight Champion, that’s the facts. But what’s also a fact is that I’m not going to slow down and bend down backward for you because the presumed ender of everything I’ve worked a year for tells me to. That never meant shit to me, and it certainly didn’t mean shit to me when I put a Bullet To Hell through everyone who tried to pull the same shit with me, INCLUDING your husband.
(Machina starts to pace around, a deathly serious look on his face.)
Michael Machina: 13 months ago, you were probably at an unfathomable level. Everyone was trying to play catch-up, maybe even me. But when you were taken out, it was put on pause. And you know what happened the same weekend that you left? I put the nail in the coffin of that pathetic coward Jake Smith and his EAW World Championship reign and won my first World Title in this company. I put the fear of God into him and every other person who dared to defy me, and I reached that unfathomable level that people thought was only reserved for that 1% of Elitists, including you. And now you’re here, and we’re not neck and neck, YOU have to catch up to ME. And no matter how good you are, that’s one hell of a task to undertake. This being your first endeavor? I’m not sure just how ready you are for this in your current state.
(The crowd continues to get loud at this as Machina and Kassidy stare daggers into one another.)
Kassidy Heart: It’s amusing to me the audacity certain people have when you give them enough distance. I’m certain you’re not the only person, I’m pretty fucking sure there are a million other people in this company who want my head on a stake because I came back, and all their opportunities are in jeopardy. Do you want to know what I think about everything that you just said? I truly, undeniably, without a shadow of a doubt, could not give a FUCK.
(The crowd roars at this, as Machina can only chuckle in response.)
Kassidy Heart: I’m one bad concussion away from being a vegetable. I think I’ve been very candid about that, but that didn’t stop me from grabbing this place by the balls and making it my bitch. It didn’t stop me from making history as the first female National Elite Champion, the first female King of Elite, the first female Grand Rampage winner… Do I need to continue, or do you get the point? So excuse me for having a little bit- No, fuck that, A LOT of appreciation for everything that I’ve done in my career because none of what you just regurgitated out of your mouth from your dumb as shit brains has EVER stopped me from being the greatest female, fuck that, the GREATEST OF ALL TIME.
(Kassidy reaches out and presses a finger against the World Heavyweight Championship resting on Machina’s shoulders.)
Kassidy Heart: And it’s not going to stop me from being the first female to hold the World Heavyweight Championship either. I think I made myself crystal clear.
(Machina doesn’t back away, nor does he even react for a second. And as he continues to stare down Kassidy, he raises his microphone.)
Michael Machina: Firstly, you have your match.
(The crowd erupts at the World Heavyweight Championship match being made official.)
Michael Machina: Second, if you keep that same mentality, then trust me, Operation: Doomsday is going to be a long fucking night for you. I don’t feel like you truly understand the scope, the goddamn magnitude, of a match like this since you look down at me so lowly, but I do. I eat matches like this and spit them out for breakfast. From the moment that I stepped into this company and took it by storm, no higher power has bred me for this moment, I bred MYSELF for this moment. As catastrophic as it may be for your ego to hear that, that’s the reality of this situation. And for someone so keen on making the world adapt around you and your gravity, you certainly didn’t do a good job adapting around EAW in the big 2026. I’ve been through hell and back to get to where I am today, and I have endured a lot more than any other normal person can say for themselves. You are not just facing anyone, you’re not just facing the World Heavyweight Champion, you are facing Michael goddamn Machina, and for truly a lack of a better word, that means you’re fucked.
(The crowd is on their feet for this at this point, and the only thing that Kassidy can do is smirk.)
Kassidy Heart: Okay, “Michael goddamn Machina,” I’m fucked? You know who’s fucked? The laundry list of “Elitists” who thought just because the coast was clear, they could fill my shoes when NOBODY can. You know who’s fucked? “tHe NeXT KaSSiDY HeaRt” whoever that fucking cunt is, they decided to try and produce to try and wipe my name from the history books. And more than ever, do you know who’s fucked? The idiot standing across from me who may very well be that person, who thinks their best course of action is to test their title reign built off the back of an over-the-hill Cy Henderson against a woman who has beaten a million Michael Machinas before, and come Operation: Doomsday is going to make it a million and one, just because I fucking feel like it.
(Kassidy backs away from Machina, looking at him with a continued grin.)
Kassidy Heart: It would’ve been in your best interest not to have given me that match. It would’ve been pathetic, sure, but tucking your tail between your legs would’ve done you well for a couple of months until I decided the bright lights of another Pain For Pride main event suited my fancy more. But now that you have made things easier for me, I’m going to embarrass you. Gawd forbid I be this generous to you going forward as to give you a warning, but I’d rather put that to an end now than feed you a lie like everyone else has. I hope you’re ready, Michael. Because if there is one thing that time has proven, Kassidy Heart doesn’t fade into the background for anyone. And at Operation: Doomsday, I’m going to make history again, not because I need to, but because I fucking can. And the myth of Michael Machina and his manufactured hype is going to be history as well. It would serve you well to remember that.
(Kassidy slams her microphone down to the ground as she turns around, making her way out of the ring without a second glance. ‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ begins to play up again as she storms up the ramp, the crowd getting extra loud for the back and forth. Michael Machina is seen inside the ring, a deadly serious expression on his face, one rooted in anger, as he watches his future challenger leave. The last shot seen is Kassidy disappearing through the backstage area as Friday Night Dynasty then begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial is shown for Long John Silvers)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘In My Blood’ by The Score can be heard throughout the arena as Rex McAllister makes his way outward from the entrance ramp as he has a positive expression, giving a brief glance toward the audience. Raven Roberts by his side as well, he looks at the crowd with a reassuring nod, before looking ahead to the ring as he then makes his way down the ramp with optimism for the main event.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Sea Isle, New Jersey, weighing in at 238 pounds… REXXXXX MCALLISTER!!!
Stew-O: Methuselah may be quite the cunning performer whenever the bell rings, but Rex McAllister has proven to be able to outmatch cunning with the art of professional wrestling all the more. McAllister is world renowned for good reason, as he has carved out his own legacy through a great measure of hard work and willpower unlike any other in this entire sport.
Flannery McCoy: Can’t deny that at all! Rex McAllister continues to operate at an increasingly high level despite the years that he has spent as an elitist, who continues to raise that bar every single time. Tonight, Methuselah will be quite the immense opponent to compete against!
(“FINISH HIM” sounds over the speakers, as ‘Vent’ by Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the reactions from the audience are exceptionally loud. The arrival of Methuselah is soon witnessed once he emerges from the back, as he walks through the fog with his shades on display with confidence etched across his expression, ready for the main event.)
Stephie Love: Introducing her opponent! Residing from the Ether, weighing in at 17 stone… ‘THE OVERMAN’, MEEEEEEEEEEEEETHUSELAH!!!
Stew-O: Certainly all the more of a threatening presence here, as this is yet another main event for the most dangerous elitist in EAW to pursue ahead of an Operation: Doomsday clash to come. Methuselah will be taking on Rex tonight, who is looking to garner a measure of his own momentum just like his opponent.
Jake Mercer: Methuselah has made an example out of doing more than enough to widen the gap of what he’s accomplished in his career from nearly everyone in this sport, but that’s exactly why Rex can benefit the most from scoring a big win against the Chairman! Momentum is all the more important before the FPV has come this way!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Our Dynasty main event has kicked off tonight, Rex McAllister goes one on one with Methuselah! Methuselah is looking to secure quite the emphatic victory over the fellow EAW Hall of Famer, as both of these men have steered clear of one another for some time. But now, we get to see two secured elitists do battle, as Methuselah now has the opportunity as the legendary competitor to the heightened degree of Rex McAllister. Safe to say that Methuselah will certainly be eager to obtain as much of an advantage as possible tonight, because he will take this at a pace he wants!
Flannery McCoy: Without a doubt, this can be one of the biggest wins for either man ahead of Operation: Doomsday! I am certainly not counting on Methuselah to be the most courteous opponent to Rex, but we are off to the best start possible for a match in that direction as Rex & Methuselah are able to lock horns with a collar & elbow tie-up! Each elitist is just about evenly matched from a physical standpoint, so there won’t be any eye opening exchange in a power dynamic here with how this match can shift. The collar & elbow has remained as even as it can be, ‘till Rex is beginning to push Methuselah back all the more into the ropes! The referee counts for a brief moment…
Jake Mercer: As we all know with Rex at this point, he’s not gonna allow tradition in a wrestling match to be thwarted. He slowly backs himself off of Methuselah while he can, as he has his hands raised as does Methuselah who sports a nod with his own hands raised as well… ‘till he reels his arms right around Rex McAllister’s neck and applies the headlock!! McAllister tried to have extended the courtesy, but perhaps he should know better with a foe as cunning as Methuselah is! Now Methuselah can’t help but grin to himself, wrenching his arm around Rex McAllister’s jaw as this headlock is being applied with a bit more force than usual. Absolutely looking to make an example out of McAllister in any way that he can!
Stew-O: Which doesn’t seem to be working as efficiently as he may have hoped, as Methuselah isn’t able to keep Rex at bay for wrong due to McAllister being able to shift Methuselah toward the ropes, shortly before pushing Methuselah off of himself and sending him toward the ropes! Methuselah rebounds back toward Rex as now McAllister drops to a prone position here! McAllister looks to rush over as he looks to hop—BUT A DISRESPECTFUL STOMP OVER HIS HEAD INSTEAD! Methuselah just stepped right over Rex’s head and without a second thought! A snicker on his face as well after an absolutely disrespectful move, Methuselah showing no intentions in invoking the thought of a professional start to this match!
Flannery McCoy: Always difficult to root for this man, he never had any care for being cordial. Now we’ve got Rex, who is visibly disgruntled with how Methuselah has chosen this direction. Of course, Methuselah doesn’t have another care for that as he’s now taking a hold of Rex’s hair, with the referee looking like he wants to warn the Chairman, but that’s made difficult when that’s the man that can put a stop to that at any given moment as well—
Jake Mercer: KNIFE EDGE CHOP RIGHT ACROSS HIS CHEST!!! Methuselah felt every bit of that as he’s now staggering over to the corner, but Rex isn’t all too interested in slowing down here! He’s gonna humble him before long, as he’s sending ANOTHER chop right across his chest without avail! That’s the EAW Chairman that he’s trying to outmatch here, hopefully he doesn’t underestimate at all in the slightest tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Methuselah should be well aware of how Rex is certainly a threat to him by every measure. Now McAllister with A THIRD CHOP across Methuselah’s chest as the red can be seen beginning to swell up on the chest of the man himself! He will need to find another way out of this predicament before the pressure begins undeniable to outmatch here! Rex is now keeping a hold of Methuselah with his arms around him… LOOKING FOR AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!
Stew-O: Not quite! Methuselah is sending the elbows right down across Rex McAllister’s head as now Rex is forced to let go for the moment! Methuselah proceeds to back elbows sprawling upon Rex without a second thought, as it seems he has gotten himself into quite the rhythm that is hard to break! Now Methuselah is proceeding to irish whip Rex toward the ropes as McAllister is sent into the ropes, now rebounding back toward Methuselah as his opponent’s got a ‘RAPTURE’ WITH HIS NAME ON IT—
Jake Mercer: REX DUCKS UNDER AND BEHIND Methuselah—AS HE GETS HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND METHUSELAH AND NAILS THE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Methuselah was sent sprawling right onto the back of his own neck! But Rex isn’t letting go!!! He holds onto the waist of Methuselah as he is able to bring him back up… WITH THE SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX FOLLOWING!! This isn’t looking good for Methuselah, I believe he’s gonna end up suffering through the rest of this match with how adamant Rex has become! Bringing him back… ONE MORE!
Flannery McCoy: Methuselah’s got a hold of the ropes!!!! Rex is trying to commit to the third german suplex, but Methuselah is refusing to let that happen as he’s desperately holding onto the ropes! The referee is forced to count down as he’s now trying to make Rex break this hold! The referee is making it to four now… with McAllister finally letting go, as he leaves his hands raised upwards to signal that he’s backing off. Almost had him there, but now Rex is heading back over to Methuselah while he’s still vulnerable to further attack—
Stew-O: Methuselah YANKS REX DIRECTLY INTO THE ROPES NECK FIRST!! McAllister was just pulled into the ropes without a second thought, as he’s now coughing up the storm while Methuselah is recollecting himself for the time being! Methuselah using the environment to his very advantage here, as now Methuselah’s able to bring himself back up to his own two feet while Rex is stumbling upward as well… ABLE TO CATCH MCALLISTER OFF GUARD & PLANT HIM BACK DOWN WITH THE ‘DEMOLITION CUTTER’!!! THE COVER FOLLOWS UP!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THRE—
Jake Mercer: Rex McAllister kicks out!!! Now Methuselah is situating himself right over Rex, as he’s sending the brutal elbows across McAllister in mass while Rex is doing what he can to block these elbows! Methuselah eventually brings himself back up, with a grip of Rex’s hair as he’s dragging him over to the bottom rope while the referee is scolding him for doing so! Now Methuselah is setting Rex’s neck right over the bottom rope, and he’s pressing all of his weight onto his upper back!!!
Flannery McCoy: Such tactics from Methuselah are not so foreign to him, as he’s trying to use his environment as much as he can to have this advantage over Rex McAllister! The ropes are aiding him while he is sitting all of his body weight over Rex, with the referee counting down as Methuselah is trying to use up every single second that he possibly can! Before the count of five… Methuselah finally gets off of McAllister! Rex is seemingly coughing up some more as he’s dragging himself over to the corner! Methuselah has been able to maintain this much momentum as he does, and he doesn’t seem to be letting up… as he’s now rushing toward Rex McAllister with an elbow—
Stew-O: REX WITH A BOOT THAT CATCHES METHUSELAH OFF GUARD! Methuselah is warded off for the moment as Rex would bring up the sudden boot to stop Methuselah from employing any further damage while he can recuperate with this extra time! Now Methuselah is rushing back toward McAllister—BUT REX TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A BICYCLE KICK THAT KNOCKS METHUSELAH OFF OF HIS OWN FEET! Now McAllister is looking to bounce back & bring himself back into a far better edge for this match to turn to his favor! Methuselah is clutching his own jaw as he’s stumbling back up to his own feet once more, with Rex laying in wait for the Chairman!
Flannery McCoy: As McAllister’s now sending the forearms spiraling into Methuselah’s temple! Each forearm is becoming more & more of a struggle for Methuselah to counteract while Rex is mounting more offense with each strike that he takes! Methuselah is now being pushed against the ropes with a considerable hook that sends him backward against the ropes, but he’s holding onto these ropes with as much of his mind intact as he can sorely muster up! Now McAllister is rushing toward Methuselah with a surefire YAKUZA KICK—BUT HE’S SENDING REX RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!!
Jake Mercer: But Methuselah needs to turn back around, ‘cause Rex McAllister held onto the top rope to prevent himself from collapsing onto the ringside floor!! Now McAllister is willing himself back up to a proper stance as he’s now standing on the apron, and Methuselah turns himself around in time to see this much! Methuselah decides to motion over toward Methuselah with a clothesline to hopefully take Rex down—BUT REX DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE, FOLLOWING UP WITH A SUDDEN ENZIGURI THAT ROCKS METHUSELAH FOR A VERY GOOD MOMENT! Rex using his agility to keep Methuselah from placing any kind of pressure back on him while this match continues to take itself into quite the wind here!
Stew-O: With Methuselah being sent back quite a good amount here, now Rex has a great opportunity to make some even greater good on where Methuselah’s situated! Rex keeps himself properly placed over the apron just before leaping upward onto the top rope, as he may be looking for the SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK—
Flannery McCoy: METHUSELAH SHOVES THE ROPES BEFORE REX COULD COMMIT TO THE MANEUVER!! McAllister collapses right onto the ropes as he’s now considerably dazed from how he collided back down onto the top rope!!! Methuselah groggily brings himself through the ropes as he’s now stood on the same apron as Rex McAllister is, with McAllister not being placed in the most perfect position here if he wants to recoup his energy in time for what’s next! Methuselah is able to perch his own body downward with a hold of McAllister.. hoisting him off from the apron SHORTLY BEFORE—
Jake Mercer: ‘METH FX’ ONTO THE APRON!!! MY GOD!!! McAllister drops down to the ringside floor, and Methuselah eagerly shifts himself back into the ring & through the ropes without having to think twice! Methuselah is now looking upward to the referee, with his gaze essentially demanding the official to do his job and start counting down! The ref’ can’t do a damn thing about it, as he’s now counting down while Rex McAllister is laid out on the floor after the vicious slam onto the apron!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Raven is kneeling down, as she’s looking for Rex to get back up! Is Methuselah really going to be satisfied with a countout victory over Rex McAllister? How will that feel good for Methuselah in any way when he couldn’t defeat Rex on his own proper accord??? The referee is gonna get closer to the ten count at this rate!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Stew-O: Now hold on, Rex is showing quite the signs of life here! He’s got a firm grip over the barricade, now being able to slowly bring himself back up to his own two feet as the referee is counting down, but McAllister is beginning to find his footing while he can! Rex shakes off the pressure that he’s been dealt with as he’s now assuming a stance here! Methuselah is looking down upon McAllister from the ring as he’s surely feeling less confident about the chances of a countout victory tonight!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
Jake Mercer: Rex is back up to his feet as—WHAT THE! METHUSELAH SLIDES OUT OF THE RING AND SHOVES REX MCALLISTER DIRECTLY INTO THE BARRICADE!!! He waited on purpose! Rex didn’t even see Methuselah coming from the ring and to the outside as Methuselah has now brought himself back into this fray, able to use all of the time that he did to recover just enough! Now Methuselah is quickly rushing Rex McAllister back into the ring, as McAllister is clutching onto his own midsection after being sent into the barricade without much avail from Methuselah!
Flannery McCoy: We shouldn’t be surprised that Methuselah would stoop here if he could! First he tries to take this match down the cheap route with a countout victory, and now not even allowing Rex any room to breathe and take himself back into the ring on his own accord! Now Rex is doing all that he can to keep himself mobile, which is proving to a much tougher feat every time as Methuselah refuses to slow down—AS HE DOESN’T WITH A VICIOUS ‘U-CONN LARIAT’ THAT TAKES REX MCALLISTER DOWN!!! The lariat is enough for Methuselah to hook Rex’s leg for the pinfall victory here!!!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH! Rex McAllister refuses to keep himself down for the three, as Methuselah is now looking forward to the referee as he may be looking for answers as to how McAllister is still in this match! With Rex trying to bring himself up into a seated position, Methuselah’s vigorously shaking his head as he’s now focused back on Rex with immediate intent…
Jake Mercer: AS THE CHAIRMAN APPLIES THE GUILLOTINE CHOKEHOLD!!! THE GUILLOTINE IS APPLIED!!!! The submission is keeping Rex McAllister suppressed at a lower level as he’s now struggling the fair ordeal here, but he’s making sure to wag his finger to signal to the referee that he’s not giving up! Rex is trying to maintain this much consciousness, but Methuselah can very quickly tighten his grip around the neck of McAllister and turn this match into a guaranteed victory!
Flannery McCoy: I have to admit, Methuselah has done a remarkable job in assuring that he has control no matter the lengths he needs to go. But now Rex is also displaying quite the increíble fortitude in tonight’s main event! Rex McAllister is refusing to submit or lose his consciousness for any given moment here! Methuselah is shaking his head as he’s keeping the submission locked in with as much of his strength as he possibly can… BUT THE CHAIRMAN IS FINDING THE WILLPOWER TO SLOWLY RISE FROM THE MAT & UP TO HIS OWN TWO FEET! METHUSELAH IS STILL KEEPING THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE APPLIED TILL—
Stew-O: REX DRIVES METHUSELAH DIRECTLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WITHOUT ANOTHER THOUGHT! Methuselah is now clutching onto his own lower back as he’s writhing in his own pain, the middle of the turnbuckle catching him directly onto the lower back while Rex has a hand on his own neck, trying to rebound while he can! Now Methuselah is slowly rising to his feet once more while Rex is also finding his own footing at the same time! A desperate Methuselah finds the will to SWING TOWARD REX—
Jake Mercer: BUT REX DUCKS THE SWING & KEEPS AN ARM AROUND METHUSELAH’S WAIST… AS HE HOISTS Methuselah UPWARD & BACK DOWN WITH THE OLYMPIC SLAM!!! The olympic slam is a success as Rex now is able to hook the leg of Methuselah without a moment to waste! The cover is made!!!!
ONEEEEEE!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEE—-
Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT ENOUGH! HE STAYS ALIVE!! Methuselah may have been able to kick out, but that doesn’t mean Rex still can’t find all the more of his willpower to bring the victory toward him! This Dynasty can pan out remarkably well for one of these men tonight, which will surely be decided depending on how they are able to outmatch one another! Now Rex McAllister is back up to his feet as he’s grabbing a hold of Methuselah’s leg… AS HE MAY BE LOOKING FOR THE REX LOCK!!! BUT HE TAKES NOTICE AS HE’S SQUIRMING TOWARD THE ROPES!! METHUSELAH is VERY aware that if the Rex Lock is applied he may have be in trouble!
(Disruption can be seen from ringside, as Cy Henderson & Limmy Monaghan emerge from opposite barricades as they’re pacing toward one another.)
Jake Mercer: What the—AND NOW OTHER ELITISTS TAKING PART IN THE IRON SURVIVOR ARE HERE! LIMMY & CY ARE GLARING TOWARD ONE ANOTHER—AND THEY BEGIN TO SPAR RIGHTS AND LEFTS!!!! RAVEN IS BACKING HERSELF AWAY BUT TRYING TO FOCUS ON THE ACTION IN THE RING, MCALLISTER COULD BE NEARING VICTORY!
Stew-O: AS CY SHOVES LIMMY BACK—AND RUSHES FORWARD FOR THE ‘CALAMITY’!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD!! LIMMY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND CY SPEARS RAVEN INSTEAD!!! RAVEN GOT CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE!!! REX SEES WHAT’S GOING ON, IMMEDIATELY FOCUSING ON WHAT’S HAPPENING AS HE TURNS BACK TO METHUSELAH—
Jake Mercer: SPEAR!!!!! THE SPEAR TAKES REX DOWN!!! THE COVER IS MADE!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. METHUSELAH!!!
Flannery McCoy: C’mon!! Methuselah is able to sneak a victory for himself after escaping disaster! AS CY & LIMMY ARE BACK TO IT! They’re exchanging the rights and the lefts all the same as Methuselah finds himself slithering out of the ring!
Jake Mercer: As they’re continuing to battle it out, security guards are sprawling to the scene as there is haywire between Henderson & Monaghan right now with how this is all going insane! They’re so focused on giving each other the absolute business—
Stew-O: ‘TILL REX DIVES INTO THE ACTION & THROUGH THE ROPES!!! SUICIDE DIVE INTO CY AND LIMMY!! NOW MCALLISTER HAS JOINED THE FRAY AFTER SEEING RAVEN GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE! THE THREE MEN CONTINUE TO TARGET ONE ANOTHER AS SECURITY SPRAWLS TO THE SCENE! A CHAOTIC END TO THE NIGHT INDEED!!
(The chaos continues to spiral at ringside as security tries to separate Limmy, Cy & Rex from continuing to brawl out with one another, as well as Raven helping herself up, wide-eyed as she heads back to Rex. Meanwhile, Methuselah sports a sly grin on his face as he backs himself away up the ramp, not intruding on the noise as he laughs to himself while the scene fades.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
