(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. Afterwards, a brief montage is shown, recapping King of Elite from Dynasty’s side of things: BRAE loses the New Breed Championship against Effy McAvoy. Jay Jerry Johnson retains against Corey Hale. Myles defeats Chris Elite. Nikki Kimura retains the Specialists Championship against Saori Aizen. Cy Henderson defeats Brian Daniels. Minerva defeats Drake King in a Three Stages of Hell Match. Milli Banks retains the Universal Women’s Championship against Raven Roberts. Joso retains the World Heavyweight Championship against Impact and Hans Grayson. Daniella Atlas comes up short in the finals of the Empress of Elite to Bea Valentine. And finally, Drake Armstrong is the new King of Elite after defeating TLA and Solomon Stane.)
(Friday Night Dynasty goes live to the Little Cesar’s Arena in Detriot, Michigan. It’s a packed field as the fans are going crazy. Pyro goes off and then the shot switches over to Stew-O, Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy.)
Stew-O: What a weekend it was in Chicago, but now, we leave King of Elite behind and get ready for Operation: Doomsday! Welcome everyone to Friday Night Dynasty! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy.
Jake Mercer: WE HAVE FOUR MONTHS LEFT!!!! WHAT THE HELL????
Flannery McCoy: Time does fly fast! But we at least the night won’t, because it is jam-packed with everything, and now, we start things off by welcoming the 2025 King of Elite winner!
(Friday Night Dynasty then begins to transition from the commentary desk toward the stage, and immediately all that is heard is the booming sounds of fanfare echoing throughout the Little Caesars Arena. The crowd begins to boo almost immediately, knowing exactly who this is, and for a moment, it nearly drowns out ‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki, which plays through the speakers, but the festivities are not at all dampened. A royal blue and gold-trimmed Rolls Royce is seen rolling into the frame. As it pulls to a stop, the driver in the front seat opens the door and quickly heads over to open the door for a man who slowly steps out, the new King of Elite, of course.)
(Drake Armstrong is seen making his presence felt, spreading his arms out as the crowd continues to shower him with negativity. With an arrogant smirk, he does a gentleman’s wave, mocking the people in attendance here tonight, before signaling for something. Quickly, a royal procession files out, a group of eight uniformed guards carrying an ornate golden throne on their shoulders crouches down. Drake takes a seat as the guards rise and march in unison down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… YOUR 2025 KING OF ELITE!!!!!!!!!! ‘THE FUTURE’… DRAKEEEEEEEEE ARMMMMMMMSTRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: This is making me nauseous to look at…
Flannery McCoy: I think this is… interesting. But a celebration-
Jake Mercer: FIT FOR A KING!!!
Stew-O: Yeah… I suppose. But Drake Armstrong is coming out to kick off the show after what can be easily considered the biggest win of his career. Beating out Showdown’s TLA and Voltage’s Solomon Stane to bestow upon him the crown of being King of Elite. Needless to say, this has been a long time coming, and he’s probably not going to let the pessimistic naysayers live this down for a long time.
Flannery McCoy: It’s all about the next step for him, and seeing all of the King of Elite tournament winners that we’ve had in the past if he makes the right moves, he very well might be in line for a World Championship by the time the season ends, and I think we know it. Drake is looking to speak his piece for the very first time since his victory, and I doubt it is going to be anything but humble knowing the type of person that he is…
Jake Mercer: HE DOESN’T NEED TO BE HUMBLE! HE DOESN’T NEED TO BOW DOWN TO ANYONE! WHAT WE NEED TO DO IS BOW DOWN TO HIM! GET ON YOUR KNEES, GUYS!
Flannery McCoy: Shut up.
(The guards carefully lower the throne onto the apron as Drake stands up and makes his way into the ring. There, encased in a glass sphere, is his King of Elite crown as his butler Charles is waiting for him, taking it out from its case and lowering it onto the head of the new King of Elite. Then, as he spreads his arms out…)
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbigbuh3Yls)
(Pyro is seen erupting out of the stage for an uncomfortably long minute, as Drake beams from ear to ear. Then, as he is bestowed a microphone, ‘Pride and Arrogance’ finally begins to come to a close. Pacing around the ring, he then takes a moment before raising his microphone and beginning to speak, as smug and cocky as ever.)
Drake Armstrong: ALL HAIL KING ARMSTRONG, PEASANTS!
(The crowd once again erupts into a negative reaction, which is completely overlooked by Drake. After some time, he then begins to continue with what he has to say.)
Drake Armstrong: The world is, was, and always will be embroiled in a perpetual war of conquest. A war for power, wealth, and dominion, and with that in mind, it has become abundantly clear that I am the embodiment of its greatest truth. A truth that has been right in front of you, but all of you have been blind to see, and that is that the strong will always reign over the weak. No matter how many of you unwashed masses blather on about justice or fairness or opportunity, no matter how desperately you try to convince yourself that your miserable little aspirations mean something, you will always bow to your betters. And after what transpired at King of Elite, the hierarchy has been officially established in this company. While you may think one thing, your opinions are irrelevant, because at the very top? The only name that matters… DRAKE ARMSTRONG.
(The boos continue to gather and intensify, but Drake can only grin at this, savoring their agony that this moment has painfully come.)
Drake Armstrong: You all despise this moment, I know it. I see the disappointment etched on your faces. I hear the anguish in your pathetic jeers. You BEGGED for someone to stop me, you PRAYED that this moment would never come. But despite your best efforts, despite your futile cries for salvation… unfortunately for all of you, fate has spoken. And fate has declared that I, KING Armstrong, was always meant to sit on the throne, and you will bow whether you like it or not. What is truly remarkable about all of this, though, is that the outcome of this tournament was never in question. The moment I entered this battlefield, the moment I carved my warpath through every hapless peasant foolish enough to stand in my way, the world should have understood that this was inevitable. My conquest was never a matter of “if,” but “when.” And now that it has come to pass, the question is no longer if I reign… but how far my dominion will stretch.
(Drake pauses for a moment, letting his words linger before continuing to speak.)
Drake Armstrong: To the CEOs, the investors, the Forbes billionaires, and all those who matter in society, this was always the outcome you foresaw, wasn’t it? Of course, it was. After all, the sport of professional wrestling was always meant to be ruled by the elite. Not by fan-favorite workhorses, not by so-called underdogs who get lucky once in a blue moon, and certainly not by washed-up relics still clinging to their relevance like a drunkard grasping for his final drink. No, this industry belongs to the aristocracy. To men like me, to those born and bred to reign, and now? Now that I stand here as your King of Elite, now that I have seized my rightful place atop this kingdom, I shall issue my first royal decree.
(Drake stops pacing, standing tall in the center of the ring, exuding absolute dominance.)
Drake Armstrong: I, Drake Armstrong, King of Elite, will soon claim my rightful place as World Champion.
(If the crowd’s hatred could manifest physically, it would level the entire arena. But Drake only smirks, basking in their outrage.)
Drake Armstrong: Because it is clear to me that the so-called Champions of Elite Answers Wrestling have tarnished the prestige of their gold. They have allowed mediocrity to infest their ranks, to soil the very essence of what a champion is meant to be. But worry not, my subjects. For your King is merciful. Before I inevitably take my throne at the top of this industry, before I rescue a Championship from the grasp of an unworthy wretch, I will first do what a true ruler does: dominate. I will hone my skills against the most deluded challengers this Dynasty roster has to offer, I will continue to obliterate false idols and trample upon their dreams, and I will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the ELITE of the elite.
(Drake then proceeds to turn toward the stage, gesturing to it.)
Drake Armstrong: So let it be known that I extend a challenge to anyone who dares to step before me. If you have the guts, if you possess even a shred of courage, then walk down that ramp, stand in this ring, and tell me to my face that you believe you can stop my rise. Go on. I dare you.
(Drake pauses as he waits, an arrogant smirk lingering on his face while the crowd waits in anticipation for who is going to come out, but after sometime… nothing happens. Drake’s confident look only grows stronger as he shakes his head.)
Drake Armstrong: Well it seems like nobody has decided to show their face! Nobody has decided to object to the King’s rule over Friday Night Dynasty! Alright, fair enough, that is admirable.
(Drake laughs to himself, but as he does the crowd begins to cheer loudly as they notice something.)
Drake Armstrong: I did not want to entertain these neanderthals anyway, they were simply not worth my time. NOBODY is on my level in this company, that is why I rule over it with an iron fist, and they know that! They have grown to accept that!
(A royal guard begins to step out of place, standing behind Drake, as slowly they begin to take off their helmet.)
Drake Armstrong: This is MY MOMENT, this is MY TIME, and you will not only be forced to respect that, but acknowledge that. GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW TO ME-
Stew-O: OH MY GOD!
Flannery McCoy: SOMEONE JUST TURNED DRAKE AROUND AND KNOCKED HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A RIGHT HOOK!
Jake Mercer: That’s not any right hook…
Stew-O: THAT’S A ‘FIST OF FURY’! IMPACT IS HERE!
(EAW Hall of Famer Impact is seen looking over Drake Armstrong with a smug expression on his face, as all the guards beginning to surround him look absolutely dumbfounded.)
Impact: (Off-Mic) I don’t bow to false kings.
Flannery McCoy: A GUARD TRIES TO GRAB IMPACT, BUT HE CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER ‘FIST OF FURY’ STRAIGHT TO THE FACE TO TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! HE THEN GRABS ANOTHER GUARD AND KNEES HIM IN THE ABDOMEN BEFORE TOSSING HIM OUT OF THE RING! ONE OF THE OTHER GUARDS SEEMS TO HAVE GRABBED A HOLD OF HIM AS HE TURNS IMPACT AROUND-
Jake Mercer: ONLY FOR IMPACT TO LEAP INTO THE AIR AND DROP HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH ‘EVISCERATION’! IMPACT SLIDES OUT OF THE RING AS DRAKE BEGINS TO RECOVER, AND THE KING OF ELITE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS ABOUT WHAT HAS HAPPENED!
Stew-O: IMPACT WITH A MASSIVE STATEMENT!
(Impact holds his hands up with a shit-eating grin on his face, Drake looking absolutely furious as he’s being helped up by his butler Charles. The King of Elite, adjusting his crown on his head, begins to shout loudly at the Hall of Famer, but he isn’t listening as he immediately makes his way up the ramp. It’s the last shot seen as Friday Night Dynasty then begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Burger King, starring the 2025 King of Elite winner, Drake Armstrong.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(2STYLISH’ – Jack Harlow begins blaring through the speakers; from behind the stage curtains, the debuting star, Jordan Perkins, saunters out with an arrogant swagger to his step. He unzips his entrance jacket and spreads his arms out, basking in the feeling of being in EAW, while the crowd starts to boo as they can sense all of his ego. He makes his way down to the ring with a smirk on his face.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225 pounds… he is ‘YOUR INSPIRATION’, JOOOOOOORDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!
Stew-O: Here comes Jordan Perkins, the most recent New Breed to join Elite Answers Wrestling; before even having a single match, though, it looks like this guy already has quite the ego on him! He’s walking with the air of confidence that some of our main event talent has, and he certainly talked a big game in the lead up to this match!
Flannery McCoy: Jordan Perkins seems to have all the confidence in the world, but it’s yet to be seen whether or not he will be able to back that up in the ring! We’ve had a lot of wrestlers join EAW who can talk the talk, but will Jordan be one of the ones who proves themselves to be able to walk the walk as well?
Jake Mercer: Look, I don’t know about you two, but I for one like seeing a young man like Jordan show some confidence! Sometimes, you just need to learn to believe in people and invest in them; I’ll tell you what, I’m investing in Jordan Perkins stocks right now, and I think it’s going to grow from here!
Stew-O: Well, he certainly doesn’t have an easy entry into the company, given how experienced and vicious his opponent can be!
(‘Sinister Purpose’ by Creedence Clearwater Revival began blaring through the speakers to loud cheers from the EAW audience as Kirk Redwood slowly marched out onto the stage, shadow boxing as he did. With gritted teeth, Kirk slaps himself across the face and shakes his head, narrowing his eyes towards the ring before beginning to storm down towards it.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds… he is the ‘DOG OF WAR’, KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: Speaking of which, here he is! The Unkillable Dog of War arrives tonight on Dynasty, and if you heard what he had to say this week, you can tell that he was quite frustrated at how things turned out in the King of Elite tournament, especially with the man who knocked him out of the tournament ultimately winning the crown!
Flannery McCoy: That doesn’t deter him, though, it just makes him that much more invigorated to continue his labor of love and fight to provide for his family and prove himself worthy of their love in return! I think he’s going to do it, you rarely find someone who speaks as honestly and earnestly as Kirk Redwood, even after all of the things he has been through in his life…
Jake Mercer: This may be the start of the turnaround for Kirk as he looks to get past his defeat in the tournament and find success in 2025! Facing against the new and hungry Jordan Perkins, it’s time for Kirk Redwood to show us exactly what he’s all about!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Both men begin circling each other, but oh look, Jordan Perkins decides to start off the first match of his EAW career doing what he seems to do best, and that’s talk trash!
Jordan Perkins: Why are we even bothering with this? :mjlol: Just forfeit the match already, there’s no way a vanilla ass moron like you could provide ANYTHING for your family other than a few crumbs to eat and a few pennies you earned! You-
Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood didn’t seem to be fazed at all by the trash talk, though, as he forcefully engages a lock up to silence Jordan Perkins in his tracks and get the match underway! Jordan was in the zone and was caught off guard as Kirk ended up overpowering him and shoving him backwards into the corner of the ring!
Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood keeps him pressed in the corner as the referee began walking over to try to break them up, but Kirk takes his hands off the hungry New Breed before the referee even got the chan-
Stew-O: Oh, THAT’S why! Kirk Redwood just started lighting Jordan Perkins up with a flurry of knife-edge chops to the chest! He’s really putting the rookie through the wringer in his first match here in EAW, not giving him an inch to breathe and not giving him even a little bit of mercy!
Flannery McCoy: He may end up WANTING the chops back, though, because now Kirk is just slapping the hell out of him with some stiff face slaps! Jordan Perkins took two of them before ducking and getting his upper body between the top and middle ropes, grabbing them both to get out of the way and force the referee to break things up!
Jake Mercer: Now the referee does get over there and separate the two of them, forcing Kirk Redwood to back up, and Jordan Perkins has a smug smirk on his face… albeit looking like he’s in pain from all those ruthless slaps and chops!
Stew-O: Kirk gets his hands up as he backs away per the referee’s request, but while the referee had Kirk distracted, Jordan Perkins launched out from between the ropes and caught Kirk off guard himself with a running high knee!
Flannery McCoy: That wasn’t quite able to knock Kirk Redwood down to the canvas, but it did have him staggering back before doubling over while clutching his face in pain! Jordan Perkins ignores the scolding of the referee for taking advantage of the situation as he begins clobbering Kirk Redwood with clubbing blows to the back of the head and neck, looking to capitalize on this as much as he can!
Jake Mercer: After having done so, he quickly runs to the side and rebounds off the nearby ropes before rushing back towards Kirk Redwood with increased velocity! He adds a spin to his stride before looking to take Kirk Redwood out with a HUGE rolling forearm smash!
Stew-O: But Kirk Redwood was able to recover in time and saw the maneuver coming! He ducked down just before the rolling forearm smash was launched and grabbed hold of both of Jordan Perkins’ legs, knocking him off balance before toppling him down to the ground with a double leg takedown!
Flannery McCoy: Now both men are on the ground, but Kirk Redwood has taken the advantage as he immediately pushes Jordan Perkins to a prone position with his abdomen pressed against the canvas! Meanwhile, the Dog of War applies a grounded headlock and begins wrenching the head of the rookie as far to the left as he can, straining his neck and compressing his head all at once!
Jake Mercer: Jordan Perkins is struggling to escape, but Kirk’s grip is just relentless! The New Breed even tries launching some kicks, but Kirk counters that as well by kicking his legs away while keeping the grounded headlock locked in!
Stew-O: But it looks like those supposed kicks of desperation were a ruse by Jordan to distract Kirk away from his true intentions! The moment Kirk launched the kick and shifted his body weight, Jordan pushed along in the same direction to roll through and escape the headlock! He continues by rolling Kirk Redwood up for a pinfall attempt right here! Will he get the first victory of his career tonight?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Flannery McCoy: But Kirk Redwood kicked out emphatically! Jordan Perkins quickly scrambles back to his feet while Kirk Redwood attempts to do the same while regathering his bearings! Thanks to that rollup attempt catching Kirk off guard, though, Jordan is able to get up first and take advantage of that fact!
Jake Mercer: He capitalizes by rushing forward and catching Kirk Redwood with that rolling forearm smash of his! Last time it wasn’t able to connect, but Kirk Redwood was unable to evade it this time! The impact of the blow sends Kirk staggering back, and Jordan Perkins looks to follow up immediately afterwards!
Stew-O: Not giving the veteran a moment to recuperate, Jordan Perkins leaps up into the air and grabs hold of the head of the Dog of War before falling back, pulling his opponent with him and landing on the canvas with a jumping DDT! That was the biggest move Jordan managed to connect with thus far, and he’s going for the pin off of that one as well!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Flannery McCoy: But Kirk Redwood remains stubborn as he keeps kicking out! Jordan Perkins may not be too familiar with Kirk’s past, but if there’s one thing any wrestler should learn about the Dog of War, it is that you need to put him through hell and back just for a CHANCE to keep him down for that three count! You’ll struggle to find someone as resilient as him!
Jake Mercer: Jordan Perkins is looking frustrated at that, but he keeps his head in the game nevertheless, not looking to flounder his opportunity at a first impression here in EAW! He staggers back to his feet and grabs hold of Kirk Redwood’s wrist as he does so, dragging him up to a standing position as well!
Stew-O: From there, Jordan Perkins executes an Irish whip to send the Dog of War into the ropes, forcing him to rebound and come running back at him! Jordan is ready, though, and lunges forward with a huge LARIAT- OH, but Kirk Redwood was able to duck underneath and grab a hold of the waist of Jordan as he did so!
Flannery McCoy: It looks like he’s looking to take the reins of momentum in this match for himself as he begins to hoist Jordan Perkins up in a back suplex position! He’s about to arch back and slam the New Breed back-first into the canvas– but Jordan Perkins is able to flip behind him and land on his feet!
Jake Mercer: Now Jordan Perkins is behind the Dog of War and begins attempting to apply a full nelson hold, possibly looking to go for one of the dragon suplexes we’ve heard that he’s executed on the independent circuit! Kirk Redwood isn’t having it, though, not allowing his arms to fully be locked!
Stew-O: Jordan Perkins is doing his best to follow through, but now he’s getting hit by some back elbow smashes from Kirk Redwood! The blows by the Dog of War are too many and too powerful to withstand, ultimately forcing Jordan Perkins to release the arms of Kirk Redwood entirely!
Flannery McCoy: The moment that happens, Kirk springs into action, turning around to face Jordan Perkins and using his newly freed arms to snap on a guillotine choke hold onto Jordan Perkins, cutting off the oxygen as he tries to tranquilize and neutralize him! Jordan Perkins is struggling as much as he can, but Kirk Redwood has no intentions of letting him go!
Jake Mercer: But Jordan Perkins has no intention of being forced to tap out or pass out! No matter how bad the situation may be, Jordan is still fighting back, catching Kirk Redwood with some closed fist punches to the rib cage in his attempts to forcibly free himself!
Stew-O: It looks like it’s working, because Kirk Redwood’s grip does appear to be loosening; that’s just the opening that Jordan Perkins needed as he regained enough oxygen to his brain to fight back some more! He reaches down and grabs the legs of Kirk Redwood before lifting him up and rushing forward, RAMMING him into the turnbuckles at the corner of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: That impact was enough for Jordan to free himself from Kirk’s clutches! Jordan catches Kirk Redwood with an uppercut to daze him before taking a few steps back and following up by rushing forward with a running high knee to the cornered Dog of War!
Jake Mercer: Every opportunity Jake gets to demonstrate what he’s made of, he’s taking it, and that’s just what he needs to do against a man like Kirk! The Dog of War is dazed right now, and Jordan Perkins is looking to capitalize and take the victory in this match!
Stew-O: He pulls Kirk out of the corner and gets an arm across his chest as he spins him out– I THINK HE’S LOOKING FOR HIS SIGNATURE MANEUVER, THE NEW EGO–
Flannery McCoy: BUT KIRK PREVENTED IT WITH A BACK ELBOW, FORCING JORDAN TO DROP HIM! AND NOW A HEADBUTT BY KIRK REDWOOD PUNISHES JORDAN PERKINS FOR THE ATTEMPT, ALTHOUGH CAUSING SOME DAMAGE TO HIMSELF AS WELL WITH JUST HOW ABRUPT AND VICIOUS THAT HEADBUTT WAS!
Jake Mercer: But that self-inflicted damage doesn’t stop Kirk for too long as he lunges at Jordan Perkins and attacks him with a running European uppercut, sending him stumbling back into the ropes and rebounding off of them!
Stew-O: The rebound brings Jordan Perkins right back into the clutches of the Dog of War, and just as it does, Kirk grabs a hold of the wrist of the New Breed and spins him around with the wrist still clutched! He drags Jordan back away from the ropes before hoisting him up!
Flannery McCoy: Jordan tries to escape in the same way he did last time, but the clutched wrist prevents it! Kirk Redwood has Jordan Perkins right where he wants him!
Jake Mercer: BASTARDPLEEEEEEEEX! THE WRIST CLUTCHED BACK SUPLEX CONNECTS WITH KIRK REDWOOD DRIVING JORDAN PERKINS STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS, AND HE DOES NOT HESITATE TO SPRING ONTO THE NEW BREED TO PRESS HIS SHOULDERS DOWN AND GET THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Stew-O: OH MY, SOMEHOW JORDAN PERKINS MANAGED TO KICK OUT OF THAT! KIRK REDWOOD LOOKS RATHER SURPRISED THAT HE BARELY MANAGED TO HANG ON, BUT HE JUST GRITS HIS TEETH AND STAGGERS BACK TO HIS FEET AND MEASURES JORDAN PERKINS UP!
Flannery McCoy: JORDAN PERKINS IS IN DANGER, BUT THAT BASTARDPLEX CONNECTED TOO HEAVILY FOR HIM TO SENSE IT! SLOWLY BUT SURELY JORDAN PERKINS ROLLS OVER AND PRESSES HIS PALMS AGAINST THE CANVAS AS HE STARTS GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET!
Jake Mercer: TO BE ABLE TO GET UP AFTER EVERYTHING KIRK REDWOOD HAS THROWN AT HIM IS A FEAT IN AND OF ITSELF, BUT THE LOOK IN THE DOG OF WAR’S EYES RIGHT NOW CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS MURDEROUS! HE HAS JORDAN PERKINS IN HIS SIGHTS AS HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Stew-O: KIRK REDWOOD SPRINTS TO THE ROPES AND JUMPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE, SPRINGBOARDING OFF OF IT JUST AS JORDAN RETURNS TO A STANDING POSITION!
Flannery McCoy: KIRK REDWOOD LAUNCHES HIMSELF TOWARDS JORDAN AND–
Jake Mercer: .50 CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL! THE .50 CAL CONNECTS AND TAKES JORDAN DOWN WITH KIRK LANDING RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM! KIRK HOOKS THE LEG AND THE REFEREE SLIDES IN FOR THE COUNT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(‘Sinister Purpose’ by Creedence Clearwater Revival began blaring through the speakers once again to loud cheers as Kirk Redwood slowly staggers off of the fallen Jordan Perkins with a smile appearing on his face as he hears his music playing. The referee raises his hand in victory.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE DOG OF WAR, KIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: What a debut performance for the New Breed, Jordan Perkins! He was placed in a tough position for his first week here, being booked against a man as experienced and violent as Kirk Redwood, but he really brought the fight to the Dog of War tonight!
Flannery McCoy: His ego aside, the effort can certainly be appreciated. But tonight, it was Kirk Redwood’s victory as he progressed his labor of love, earning respect and prestige in this company step by step with his daughter in his mind!
Jake Mercer: With this victory, Kirk Redwood bounces back from his loss in the King of Elite tournament and looks to the future! What is in store for the Dog of War as he begins his march through the rest of 2025? We’ll have to stay tuned!
(The video feed lingers as Kirk Redwood continues to celebrate his victory upon exiting the ring, with Jordan Perkins looking on in irritation after coming to. The video feed fades to black on this scene.)
(Backstage, the shot leads the viewers to the office of Kensingten Calhoun-Astor and Richard Grant. Both general managers are by the desk, chuckling to themselves amidst conversation. The fans do what they do best and boo upon seeing them, but the two turn their heads toward the camera, greeting everyone with their usual, fake, Southern ‘charm’ smiles.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Ah, wasn’t King of Elite just splendid! What an amazing weekend that was. There were so many incredible matches and moments, but perhaps the biggest one was Drake Armstrong bringing the King of Elite crown back home to Dynasty for a second consecutive season!
Richard Grant: It sure does feel good, Kenni! I never really liked the kid, but man, he truly delivered. Ain’t no doubt he deserved that win. I didn’t even know he could do some flippy crap with that moonsault he did!
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Ahaha, me either! But that just goes to show the lengths he was willing to go through in order to win, and so, we want to personally congratulate Drake Armstrong on the stunning victory! …It’s just too bad he was left stunned just a little while ago courtesy of Impact, buuuuut hey, monarchs can be quite busy that they forget how vulnerable they are, aren’t they?
Richard Grant: Certainly. Still, him winning last weekend more than made up for some… unfortunate results that befell us, like BRAE losing the New Breed Championship–
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Or Raven failing to beat Milli Banks for the Universal Women’s Championship–
Richard Grant: Or Daniella Atlas being unable to win Empress of Elite…
(Both of them frown, displeased as can be as they personally recount those. However, they quickly clear their throats and go back to their merry ways.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: But either way, King of Elite laid down some pretty solid foundations to work on, and that leads us to Operation: Doomsday. It’s the final Dynasty-exclusive marquee event of the season before things are put into motion for Pain for Pride, which is already an elaborate task to deal with as is, but we are going to take things one step at a time! Operation: Doomsday will be in Boston next month, and we do have a couple of matches y’all can expect to see.
Richard Grant: Last year, in one of the only few good things that bucktoothed little beaver who is now unemployed was able to bring to the table, the Iron Survivor match type was introduced. Never before seen, and never before done. We had two of them as the inaugural matches, which were won by, funnily enough, the current Universal Women’s and EAW World champions. Now, this year, we aren’t going to be doing two, but we will be bringing the concept back with one match, and like before, the winner will be able to challenge for the world title at any time.
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: EAW is the Land of Opportunity, after all, and with so many moving parts and pieces, we want to make sure that whoever ends up victorious will be able to stake their claim to greatness! Of course, Minerva will be challenging Joso for the World Heavyweight Championship, and… you know what? Speaking of Mr. Armstrong and Impact, we might as well make things official, hm?
Richard Grant: I say so. Let them duke it out at Operation: Doomsday!
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: I like it!
(They both grin.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Now, we’ll have more details to share with y’all soon, but so far, so good, yeah? So you enjoy the rest of the show!
(They both smile before they go back to conversing, and with that, Dynasty fades back to ringside for the next match on the card.)
(‘Genie In A Bottle’ by Christina Aguilera begins to play through the speakers. Grace De Luca comes out from the back. She comes off as sassy and confident with each step. She poses on the top ramp before making her way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!!
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA…SHE IS ‘THE PARADIGM OF PERFECTION’…GRACE DE LUCA!!!!!!
Jake Mercer: Grace De Luca is one of newer EAW signees! Someone who looks to make an impact here in EAW. While she has officially been signed to the Showdown roster, we are more than honored to be the brand that will host her debut match here! I am looking at her and I am seeing dollar signs, Flann and Stew!
Stew-O: Grace De Luca is someone who views herself as complete perfection. A true role model that this company should be fortunate to have in their company. Now, we haven’t seen a reason to believe that yet. But, defeating Soari Aizen, could place that attention onto her. It might make her arrival on Showdown have a bit more buzz!
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca has an opportunity to show people why we should be paying attention to her! The Dynasty brand has been known to be the building ground into creating some amazing talent, so is Grace going to be the next name on that list?
(‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing In Las Vegas begins to play through the speaker next. Saori Aizen comes out from the back. Now, she doesn’t look to be a happy camper, so she plans to use this match as a way to unleash some frustration that King of Elite had on her.)
Stephie Love: AND INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT…FROM TOKYO, JAPAN…SHE IS ‘THE REAPER’…SAORI AIZEN!!!!!
Stew-O: Saori Aizen competed against Nikki Kimura at King of Elite for the Specialists Championship and well, there was a ton of controversy wrapped in that loss.
(KING OF ELITE 2025 REPLAY: It pans to the last moments of the match with Saori Aizen looking to connect with the ‘Horizon of the Captivating Skandha’ — her variation of the diving moonsault. But, Nikki Kimura’s manager and life coach, Silas Mason decided to get himself involved while the referee was focused on Nikki. He managed to smash the Specialists Championship to the skull of Saori as that knocked her down and out of the ring. This allows Nikki with an opening to connect with that kamigoye knee strike to retain the Specialists Championship.)
(Back to the present day with Saori Aizen pointing at the jumbotron, which played into the controversy surrounding the match and letting people know that she was screwed out of the biggest win of her entire career.)
Flannery McCoy: Like or hate Saori Azien, but she was SCREWED out of that Specialists Championship!
Stew-O: Silas Mason is a son of a bitch who will stop at nothing to keep his client on top!
Jake Mercer: It was brilliant, Stew and Flann! Yeah, Saori Aizen may not be Specialists Champion, but you really thought that Silas Mason wouldn’t do what he can to make sure that Nikki Kimura kept that Specialists Championship? Just like he didn’t have anything underneath his sleeve to keep the Answers World Championship on Donovan Duke? He’s playing chess while we’re all playing checkers here! Saori Aizen learned a tough lesson at King of Elite and I don’t think that she will ever forget it!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Grace De Luca is going after ‘The Reaper’ with a clothesline, looking to take down Saori Azien right away! BUT, SAORI DELIVERS A MATRIX EVASION BEFORE NAILING GRACE WITH AN ELBOW TO THE FACE! SAORI MANAGES TO HOOK GRACE BY HER ARM, SENDING HER FORWARD WITH A HIP TOSS! BUT, GRACE MANAGES TO LAND ON HER FEET! INSTEAD, SHE’S THE ONE THAT SENDS SAORI FORWARD WITH AN ARM DRAG, BUT SAORI SLIDES TO HER FEET TO MAKE A SAFE LANDING! GRACE GOES FORWARD, LOOKING TO CLOTHESLINE SAORI, BUT SAORI CONNECTS WITH A FOREARM THAT SENDS HER FORWARD! SAORI BEGINS TO CLIMB ONTO THE TOP ROPE AS GRACE GOES RIGHT AFTER HER, BUT SAORI JUMPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE CONNECTING WITH A –
Flannery McCoy: MISSILE DROPKICK TO GRACE DE LUCA! SAORI AIZEN RACES TO THE COVER! COULD THIS MATCH END BEFORE IT GOT THE CHANCE TO BEGIN!?!??!
OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Jake Mercer: Grace De Luca with a kick out! Saori Aizen finds herself up to her feet! Grace follows shortly after! But, Saori nails her with a knee to the gut of the newcomer! Saori backs to the ropes, rebounding off of them as she looks for an axe kick! But, Grace manages to twist herself out of the way! She kicks Saori in the stomach before pulling her from underneath her arms and getting her in a ‘chicken wing’ position before taking her back with a butterfly suplex! Saori goes back, but she finds a way to a seated position! Grace gets to her feet as she slaps the back of Saori’s head! Oop, I don’t think that was a good idea! :lupe:
Stew-O: It seems like she wants that fight from Saori Aizen, but I don’t think that provoking Saori is the brightest thing that she can do here! Saori turns and finds her way to her feet! Grace De Luca has her arms out! Right away, she is showing that she wants to be taken seriously here! Saori goes right after her, but Grace rolls out of the ring before Saori could get her hands on her! But, Saori rolls out of the ring! She is going right after Grace!
(Round and round, Saori Aizen chases Grace De Luca. The only thing missing is the Benny Hill theme music. They go around a couple more times before Grace slides back inside the ring! But, before Saori can slide back into the ring, Grace begins to stomp Saori’s spine and back.)
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca baited Saori Aizen! It seemed to be effective as she picked up Saori and connected with an uppercut! And then, another uppercut! This sends Saori back into the corner! Grace is more than quick to nail Saori with a giant boot to the face! Saori collapses down to the second turnbuckle as Grace begins to stomp on the gut of Saori! Then, she places her foot underneath the chin of Saori! A high-angle corner foot choke is applied as Grace is delivering her own form of trash talking here! The referee looking to step in just about now –
Referee: (off-mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! STEP AWAY, GRACE!
Jake Mercer: Grace De Luca glaring at the referee of this match up! She grabs Saori Aizen by her arm as she looks to whip her to the corner diagonally from them! But, it seems like it’s Saori that manages to counter as Grace is sent to that corner instead! But, Grace manages to jump onto the top turnbuckle! She takes a seated position as Saori goes right after her! But, Grace gets a leg up, looking to kick Saori away from her! BUT, SAORI MANAGES TO GRAB ONTO GRACE’S LEG BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A KNEE JAMMER AS THAT TAKES HER DOWN! WE SEE GRACE GRABBING ONTO THAT LEG AS SAORI CLOTHESLINE GRACE TO THE CORNER! NOW, IT’S SAORI TO BEGIN STOMPING ON GRACE’S GRACE! AS THE REFEREE TELLS SAORI TO GO BACK, DELIVERS ONE FINAL KICK TO THE FACE!
Stew-O: BUT, IT SEEMS LIKE SAORI AIZEN IS NOT DONE HERE! SHE BEGINS TO BACK AWAY FROM GRACE DE LUCA! I’M NOT TOO CERTAIN ABOUT WHAT SAORI HAS IN MIND HERE, BUT SHE RUNS RIGHT TO GRACE AND CONNECTS WITH A CANNONBALL TO THE CORNER! SHE NAILS GRACE IN THAT FACE WITH THAT, BUT SHE MANAGES TO ROLL AWAY AND BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE! THEN, SHE TAKES A COUPLE OF STEPS BACK BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A METEORA TO THE FACE! She gets Grace to her feet before pulling her into a front headlock! She hoists up the newcomer as she takes her back down with a brainbuster! Grace is spiked on top of her head! But, Saori is right up to her feet as she looks to wrap up this match for herself!
Flannery McCoy: Saori Aizen gets to her feet and begins to back away! I think that we’re going to be seeing that vicious bicycle knee strike, the ‘Raimei Hakke!’ We see that Grace De Luca is getting to her feet as she turns around as Saori goes right after her –
Jake Mercer: GRACE DE LUCA ROLLS HERSELF OUT OF THE RING! THE CROWD IS HATING THAT! BUT, GRACE JUST THINKS THAT SHE HAD THOUGHT OF THE GREATEST THING EVER! SAORI AIZEN IS NOT AMUSED BY THIS WHATSOEVER AS SHE DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME! SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF OUT OF THE RING WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE AS THAT TAKES GRACE BACK TO THE BARRICADE! Grace took the worst of the bump, obviously! Saori manages to get to her feet as she gets Grace up! She grabs Grace by her arm before whipping her to the edge of the arpon! Grace is clutching her waist as Saori manages to grab Grace by her waist and take her back with a release German suplex!
Stew-O: She just knocked Grace De Luca’s lights out! I wouldn’t be shocked if that was enough to knock Grace out! Grace is rubbing the back of her head as Saori Aizen is forcing the newcomer up to her feet! Saori manages to get Grace by the nape of her neck and it seems like she’s going to throw her into the steel steps! BUT, GRACE DROPPED HERSELF TO HER KNEES AND PREVENTED SAORI FROM CONNECTING WITH THE MOVE! SAORI IS GRABBING GRACE BY THE HAIR AND HOPING TO GET HER UP! BUT, GRACE SURPRISES SAORI WITH A JAW BREAKER AS THAT TAKES SAORI BACK! BUT, GRACE MANAGES TO SHOVE SAORI BACK TO THE STEEL RING POST! YIKES! THAT DID NOT LOOK GOOD!
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca is more than grinning ear-to-ear about the opening that she got in this match! Slowly, is holding the back of her head as she picks up Saori Aizen, who clanked to the floor! SHE MANAGES TO PICK UP SAORI AND CONNECT WITH A REVERSE STO TO THE APRON BEHIND HER! SAORI COLLIDES FACE FIRST ONTO THAT EDGE OF THE APRON! SHE COLLAPSES BACK DOWN AS GRACE MANAGES TO DRAG SAORI UP ON THE APRON WITH HER! NOW, I’M NOT SURE WHAT GRACE IS LOOKING FOR HERE, BUT THIS ISN’T THE BEST POSITION TO BE IN!
Jake Mercer: GRACE DE LUCA CALLS THIS THE ‘PERFECTION PLEX’ – THE TWISTING BRAINBUSTER AS SAORI AIZEN GETS DROPPED ON THE BACK OF HER NECK! GRACE ROLLS SAORI INTO THE RING AS SHE SLIDES INTO THE RING SHORTLY AFTER! GRACE PICKS UP SAORI BEFORE FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH A ‘TWISTING MAKEOVER’ – THE SWINGING NECKBREAKER THAT TAKES SAORI DOWN ONCE MORE! GRACE GOES FOR THE COVER! IS SHE GOING TO GET A VICTORY OVER THE WOMAN WHO HAS JUST COMPETED FOR THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPIONSHIP LAST WEEKEND!??!
OOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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Stew-O: Saori Aizen with a kick out! Grace De Luca does not look amused, but she quickly moves on! She can sense that victory is in her clutches! She just needs to captalize on it! She picks up Saori! I think that she’s going for ‘I’m-Prettiest’ – which is her variation of the inverted doublehook facebuster! BUT, SAORI MANAGES TO PUSH GRACE AWAY! THIS CREATES A BIT OF DISTANCE FOR SAORI! GRACE GOES RIGHT AFTER HER, BUT SAORI CONNECTS WITH A THROAT THRUST THAT KNOCKS GRACE BACK! BUT, GRACE RETURNS THE FAVOR BY CONNECTING WITH A ‘GRACE-FUL CLOTHESLINE’ – HER VARIATION OF THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE AS THAT TAKES SAORI DOWN!
Flannery McCoy: Grace De Luca manages to get Saori Aizen to her feet and I think that Grace is looking for another ‘Perfection Plex!’ She connected with it on the apron a few minutes ago! She lifts up Saori! There’s a bit of a delay with that twisting brainbuster! But, with that, Saori manages to escape the hold as she finds herself standing right behind Grace! Grace turns herself as Saori just casually slaps Grace across the face! Grace can’t seem to believe what is going on! She holds the side of her face as she can’t believe how casually Saori just slapped her face! She goes right after Saori with a forearm, BUT SAORI MANAGES TO CATCH HER BY THAT SAME ARM AND LIFT HER UP WITH A URANAGE!
Jake Mercer: Soari Aizen approaches the time topbuckle! She’s looking for a high-risk manuever here! She might be going for an asai moonsault here! Her back is turned towards Grace De Luca! But, Grace isn’t down and out just yet! She is looking to meet Saori on that top turnbuckle! She connects with a punch to the spine of Saori! But, that doesn’t seem to phase Saori one bit! SHE TURNS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A THROAT THRUST AS THAT MANAGES TO KNOCK GRACE OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! SHE HAS HER HANDS ON HER NECK AS SAORI JUMPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH DRAGONRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE BEFORE ROLLING GRACE UP! IS SAORI GOING TO GET THE VICTORY HERE?!?!?
OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO–
Stew-O: No! Grace De Luca manages to get herself out of the roll up attempt! She gets up and before Saori Aizen can find herself up to her feet, Grace connects with a nasty-looking dropkick to the face of Saori! This knocks Saori to the ground as Grace gets Saori into a powerbomb position! Grace might be looking to powerbomb Saori, BUT SAORI IS HANGING ON! SHE MANAGES TO KEEP HER FEET FIRMLY TO THE GROUND! BUT, GRACE CONNECTS WITH SOME PUNCHES TO THE SPINE OF SAORI, LOOKING TO WEAKEN HER ENOUGH TO EXECUTE WHAT MOVE SHE WAS INTENDING TO!
Flannery McCoy: But, Saori Aizen manages to counter by connecting with a back body drop as that takes Grace De Luca to her spine! That did not look good at all! Saori looks to follow that up by a double foot stomp to the face of Grace! Now, Saori takes Grace to one of the corners! She sets up the newcomer seated and back against the corner before backing away herself! Now, she charges forward and connects with a cornered running meteora as that causes the back of Grace’s head to collide with the turnbuckle! But, it seems like Saori is looking to wrap things up as she begins to back away once more! I think that we’re going to be seeing the ‘Raimei Hakke’ that she wanted to connect with earlier in the match! She charges right after Grace!
Jake Mercer: BUT, GRACE DE LUCA GETS HERSELF OUT OF THE WAY! SAORI AIZEN MANAGES TO STOP HERSELF FROM COLLIDING HER KNEE WITH THE TURNBUCKLE ON TIME! BUT, GRACE SEES HER OPENING AS SHE ROLLS SAORI UP! SHE HAS HER FEET ON THE MIDDLE ROPES! SHE IS LOOKING TO STEAL THE VICTORY HERE?!?!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Stew-O: SAORI AIZEN MANAGES TO KICK OUT, BUT SHE HAS GRACE DE LUCA BY HER LEFT ARM AS SHE MANAGES TO COUNTER WITH THE OMOPLATA CROSSFACE! ‘COFFIN OF THE IRON MOUNTAIN’ IS APPLIED AS GRACE DE LUCA FINDS HERSELF IN A SITUATION THAT SHE WAS NOT ANTICIPATING WHATSOEVER! GRACE MANAGES TO PUT ONE FOOT ON THE BOTTOM! THOSE LONG LEGS OF HERS ARE PAYING OFF AS THE REFEREE IS DEMANDING FOR SAORI TO GET HERSELF AWAY FROM GRACE! GRACE WAS BASICALLY SEEING HER LIFE FLASH BEFORE HER EYES! THERE IS A SLIGHT FEAR IN HER EYES AS SHE’S TRYING TO PROCESS WHAT HAD JUST WENT ON –
Flannery McCoy: BUT, SAORI AIZEN DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME! AT THE FIRST SIGN OF GRACE DE LUCA GETTING TO HER FEET, SAORI RUNS RIGHT AFTER GRACE WITH ‘RAIMEI HAKKE’ – THAT BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE KNOCKS ‘THE PARADIGRM OF PERFECTION’ DOWN AND OUT! IS THIS IT HERE?!?!?
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
TTTTHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Let Me Hear’ plays through the speakers once more as Saori Aizen rolls off Grace De Luca. Saori rises to her feet as the referee raises Saori’s hand up, solidifying her as the winner of the match.)
Stephie Love: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH…SAORI AIZEN!!!!!!
Jake Mercer: Saori Aizen manages to get the victory over the newcomer Grace De Luca! A wonderful way to bounce back from King of Elite!
Stew-O: Grace De Luca had a great performance here! Nothing to be ashamed of! We saw great things in this match! I think that Showdown General Manager Kennedy Street will be impressed with what Grace has to bring to the table! If that’s the type of fire and energy Grace brought tonight, I think this could be something great for the women’s division!
Flannery McCoy: Agreed! As for Saori Aizen, it’s a step in the right direction to assure her that King of Elite will not be the last time that we see her in a title match! If she continues racking up these wins and staying hungry, she’ll find herself back in that position and maybe the next time, she’ll get that championship gold! Congratulations, Saori!
(Saori continues to celebrate before the shot gradually fades away from her and elsewhere in the arena. Mia Santoro can be seen strutting her way across the backstage area, she had a rather typical look on her face.)
Mia Santoro: Another day, another dime at Elite Answers Wrestling. What crazy and unhinged things will I find this run-around…?
(Mia Santoro stated, but she swiftly went into a corner, and she almost bumped into someone!)
Holly Arrow: Woah- oh. It’s you.. my bad.
(Holly Arrow stood there, she accidentally bumped into Mia Santoro, did she feel bad? Eh. But the idea in her head was to limit the encounter as much as she plausibly could.)
Mia Santoro: No! I am happy to run into you, actually, it’s good seeing you around. I mean, I know that we both work for the same show, but you get what I mean.
Holly Arrow: Yeah, I guess? We have literally competed against one another before as well too..
Mia Santoro: Yeah, we have! You know how it is though, since then our paths may curve every once in a blue moon, but for the most part we have remained straying on one track. Albeit, It seems as if things are going to become a ton lot more interesting for you since it seems as if Kensingten is really gonna start showing the way for you!
(That comment absolutely sparked a confused eyebrow raise from her. Holly Arrow just asked herself, did she really say that…?)
Holly Arrow: Hang on, what do you mean showing the way for me…? Did you happen to hear the talk we had or something? It really was not much, kind of just a back and forth. I don’t really know what you’re getting at here.
(Mia laughed.)
Mia Santoro: Okay, so you can piece two and two together. See, I heard in on the conversation, didn’t think too much about it, but obviously — there is something just going on there. She wants to make you the next version of her obviously… you know…… Running Dynasty in the future all those other ideas.
(Mia was NOT referring to that, and Holly was getting more and more annoyed. Did she really just proclaim that Kensingten was trying to make Holly follow her ways…????)
Holly Arrow: Okay, what is all of this about? I am being serious here, are you going to come over here and basically call me a bigot, without saying it to my face..? I don’t know what the hell the problem is with you, but I am not gonna sit here and let you keep it up with a smug grin across your face.
Mia Santoro: I am sorry boo, but let’s be honest here: you are being favorited, and I don’t care how much you try to deny that, the atmosphere is just different. The words are a whole lot different for you, as they are to someone else. I personally never got a pep talk from either of the general managers since I got here, but you? And they did so blatantly while the cameras were rolling, too? I don’t know, Holly. I think it’s pretty clear what that entails.
(Holly’s eyes narrowed at Mia, and she spoke, her voice was laced with a clear amount of irritation.)
Holly Arrow: Now, please, for just a moment, tell me, how the hell am I being favored? How dense are you, that you’re going to stand here and have the audacity to make such an ignorant proclamation? Am I being favorited? How can that be the case when I have been scratching and clawing, and have not even gotten NEARLY half of what some Elitists have gotten opportunity-wise this season? I only had one title match this season. One. Can’t even recall the last time I have ever even been in a contendership match or anything of the like. But you know what? How about I beg this question to you, Mia: Shouldn’t I be assuming that you are the favorite instead? You have been getting all these shots this season to prove that you have some sort of worth — but you are just not going anywhere. Specialists match, New Breed match, the Extreme Enigma Battle Royale, I mean, I would say that the management has been extra generous with you, especially compared to me! And the fact is you are not more impressive than I am at this game, Mia, but you continue to be slotted into moments and matches you simply haven’t earned in your own right. Makes you think, huh?
Mia Santoro: Oh, really? Are you going to try and treat me like I am some little sister, trying to say that I’m not good? Holly, Holly, Holly, honey. You are the walking epitome of a failure, please pipe down as soon as you can. I am sick of seeing you dud your way to the finish line and at the end of the day — still get another chance. I just don’t get it, what the hell are you doing? Whose number do you have, that you keep getting this shot time and time again???
Holly Arrow: I have continued to get my shots, because I have showed something. That’s the difference between you and me. Even at my lowest, there is still an expectation from me that one day, the moment will come, and that’s because no matter how I may feel, I still bust my ass.
Mia Santoro: One day, one day, one day, one day, one day. God, I hear this every day, that one day will come! But it still hasn’t, so what the hell are we even anticipating anymore??? How many times can someone crash and burn before there isn’t any more fuel?!
(Holly was angered that Mia Santoro bumped into her and started bickering right off the bat, but she just sighed. Brushing it off.)
Holly Arrow: I am going to just be the bigger person here, think what you want, Mia. Have some sort of conspiracy theory here and there, have some extra belief that all these things will correlate perfectly! But I have never been the type of woman to get handouts. Maybe if you spent more time training so that you can be a competent fucking Elitist, instead of eavesdropping on situations you don’t need to be in and getting the wrong idea, you’d be in a better spot. So why don’t you just keep your mouth shut, lift a weight and see what the hell you can get done, okay?
(Mia rolled her eyes.)
Mia Santoro: Same to you, because people have been waiting for you to break out, waiting for the moment where Holly Arrow will flourish, confetti will drop!!!! So on, so forth.. and you have done the same thing every single time: fop.
(Tensions were high as Mia Santoro and Holly Arrow looked like they were just about to come to blows.. but Holly Arrow just sighed, as she looked at Mia.)
Holly Arrow: Then I guess it takes one to know one, huh?
(Holly scooted past Mia Santoro as she didn’t even look back at her.. Mia just shook her head, she didn’t know what to think. The closing shot on the scene was Mia Santoro watching an annoyed Holly Arrow, as Dynasty would move and fade elsewhere.)
(A commercial for the Super Bowl would play.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown begins blaring through the speakers to boos as Cosmo Goldworthy struts his way out of the curtains to the stage with swagger. He hears the crowd booing but brushes them off, striking a pose in the center of the stage before he saunters his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from the Golden State, weighing in at 220 pounds… he is THE GOLD STANDARD OF EAW, COSMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GOOOOOOOOOOOLDWOOOOOOOOORTHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Stew-O: No shortage of cockiness here as Money Mo makes his way down the ramp to resounding boos from the crowd! He had a successful debut match against Clayton Golde, but things got tougher for him after he began facing other more experienced competitors like the then-New Breed Champion, BRAE, as well as recent Interwire Championship contender Corey Hale!
Flannery McCoy: However, even through some losses, Cosmo Goldworthy has shown himself to be a New Breed to keep an eye on, because even against competitors like those, he always put in a great performance! His flamboyant ego often turns the crowd against him, but for someone as full of himself as Cosmo, he puts the pedal to the metal when it counts!
Jake Mercer: Honestly, this’ll be a tough match for me to call, because there’s two wrestlers in here that I’m rooting for, and MONEY MO is one of them! I’m all in on Money Mo, but I’ve also taken the Golde Pill… well, I guess that just means there’s a 2/3 chance of me being happy with the result!
(“Betty (Get Money)!” by Yung Gravy begins playing to even louder boos as Clayton Golde walks out onto the stage with a smug grin on his face, with a presumably paid woman sauntering right beside him. He gives her a kiss before rudely gesturing her to get out of his spotlight; with just Clayton left, he makes his way down the ramp while mocking the fans.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING NEXT! Hailing from an undisclosed location in Romania, weighing in at 210 pounds, HE IS THE GOLDEN GOD, CLAYTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDE!
Stew-O: It’s a clash of the egos tonight, but I struggle to imagine anyone with a bigger ego than this man right here! There’s been quite a few elitists who call themselves God, but Clayton takes it a step beyond by calling himself the GOLDEN GOD!
Flannery McCoy: Any time I see this man, I can’t help but root for his opponents to punch his teeth down his throat. The way he talks about women just sickens me, and I can’t believe a guy like him has a podcast! The Romanian governments needs to… *mumble mumble*.
Jake Mercer: I couldn’t quite hear you there, Flannery, but it doesn’t matter! Whether you love him or hate him, Clayton Golde is here to stay and I for one am a believer of the Golde Pill! And he’s one of the ones I’m rooting for; screw Vincent, this match is Golde against Goldworthy for me!
(‘Lacrimosa [EPIC REMIX]’ by Samuel Kim began playing to a mixed reaction as Vincent Mondrian stormed out to the stage with an intense expression in his eyes. No theatrics, just gritted teeth as he continued his march down to the ramp with a focused gaze on the ring and his opposition.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENT! Hailing from Laren, Netherlands, weighing in at 205 pounds… he is ‘ZERO’, VINCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT! MOOOOOOOOOOONDRIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Stew-O: Vincent Mondrian has had a tough time lately, with losing the Interwire Championship and then getting knocked out of the King of Elite Tournament by the Dog of War, Kirk Redwood! You can really tell it’s been getting to him, because he has taken to returning to the fundamentals and is trying to build himself back up from the bottom up!
Flannery McCoy: That’s something that I can respect; even with the mistakes of the past, Vincent Mondrian still has the perseverance to try to grow from it as a result and rise from the ashes of his big defeats in the past two months!
Jake Mercer: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: All three of these men are unbelievably hungry as they look to increase their stocks here in EAW, but only one of the three can come out with the victory tonight! They were at each other’s throats with that competitive spirit rising, and now it’s time to see who rises above it all!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! All three men are in their corners, with Vincent glaring intensely as he walks out towards the center and Cosmo matching his energy with his own flair! Clayton Golde, however, looks a lot more smug than the others as he approaches them!
Clayton Golde: This is a triple threat match, sure, but you two should really be asking the Golden God for GUIDANCE! I mean, look at you! Vincent Mondrian has been redefining what it means to be a beta male for the past two months; you could practically enter the hall of fame because of how much of a SPECTACULAR loser you are! And Cosmo? Big ego for a guy that’s had like three matches here and lost more than half of them! I thought this was a regular triple threat, but this is really an INTERGENDER match, because I’m here with two men that I oughtta slap like they were some 304’s! You two need to tune into my podcast and take the GOLDE PILL–
Flannery McCoy: THANK GAWD! VINCENT MONDRIAN HAD ENOUGH OF HIS TRASH TALK AND JUST BEGAN BEATING THE HELL OUT OF HIM! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR! VINCENT MONDRIAN, FEMINIST HERO!
Jake Mercer: STOP, YOU’RE GONNA DAMAGE HIS FACE! PODCAST ASIDE, CLAYTON NEEDS THAT TO BE IN TOP SHAPE FOR MEDIA APPEARANCES!
Stew-O: But Vincent Mondrian isn’t stopping! He lights Clayton up with a flurry of strikes before backing him against the ropes and LAUNCHING him over them with a heavy-handed lariat! Clayton Golde gets thrown over the top rope and goes tumbling out to ringside!
Flannery McCoy: He looks satisfied at that showing of domina- WAIT! Cosmo Goldworthy sneaks up from behind and rolls Vincent Mondrian up, looking to get the victory off of his attention on Clayton Golde!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Jake Mercer: Ugh, but Vincent Mondrian managed to kick out before the two count could land! I guess he IS a former Interwire Champion, it’d take more than a random roll up to beat him! Vincent Mondrian scrambles back to his feet with an angry expression on his face as he turns to face Cosmo, but Money Mo doesn’t stop at a roll up!
Stew-O: A pump kick connects to the chest of Vincent Mondrian, sending him back into the corner near the ropes that he sent Clayton Golde over! Cosmo rushes up and begins lighting him up with a flurry of punches! As flashy as Cosmo is, there’s nothing flashy about the beatdown he’s giving Vincent, just some old fashioned violence and carnage here!
Flannery McCoy: He pummels him down to a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle before running away to the opposite corner! He bounces off the turnbuckle before rushing back towards Vincent, looking to knock him silly with a basement dropkick to the seated OPPONENT, BUT WAIT–
Jake Mercer: CLAYTON GOLDE JUST PULLED VINCENT MONDRIAN OUT OF THE RING FROM UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! COSMO GOLDWORTHY HAD NOTHING TO CUSHION HIM AS HIS DROPKICK WENT STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE; MONEY MO JUST LAUNCHED HIMSELF INTO AN INADVERTENT LOW BLOW!
Stew-O: THAT’S GOTTA HURT! For all the flack we rightfully give him, that was a genius play by Clayton! Taking Cosmo out and bringing a still dazed Vincent Mondrian out to ringside where he was recuperating, and it looks like the Golden God is ready to get his revenge on Zero!
Flannery McCoy: He’s lighting Vincent Mondrian up with some jabs of his own, some direct payback from the attack from Vincent he suffered earlier! He grabs a hold of the hair of Vincent Mondrian before SLAMMING him face-first against the apron! Not only that, but he grabs hold of Vincent’s wrist and Irish whips him head-first into the nearby ring post! That impact sends Vincent stumbling to the ringside floor in a kneeling position, with Clayton Golde showboating to the booing fans at the front row! He jumps on top of the barricade before leaping down with a huge leg drop to further damage Vincent Mondrian, before swaggering himself back up to his feet and running his mouth at those same fans!
Clayton Golde: See that? You see that? That’s what an ALPHA MALE does! Honey, I see that look in your eyes; you may have a ring on your finger, but you’re a 304 at heart, I see the way you’re looking at the Golden God’s abs! If you weren’t a 4 at best, maybe I’d give you some more of my time, but you and that fatass slob deserve each other! Watch this, this is how a REAL man operates!
Jake Mercer: Hell yeah, the Golden God showing those loser fans what’s what! He gestures towards Vincent Mondrian before rushing towards the kneeling opponent as he starts to stagger up, looking to continue his onslaught! He hops on top of the shoulders of Vincent Mondrian and looks to destroy him with a sudden Frankensteiner– but Vincent Mondrian is stalling it!
Stew-O: Not just stalling it, he was playing possum! He has Clayton Golde right where he wants him! He turns towards the barricade, right with that couple that Clayton was harassing, and– OH! ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER RIGHT ONTO THE EDGE OF THE BARRICADE! VINCENT JUST DROPPED CLAYTON GOLDE FACE-FIRST THERE, AND HE’S GOT THE CROWD CHEERING FOR THAT!
Flannery McCoy: GOOD! Hope he broke that mouth and left him unable to talk! Vincent Mondrian rubs the side of his mouth, still feeling the brunt of the damage inflicted on him from both Golde and Goldworthy with their vicious assaults, but Vincent is dead set on proving himself to be one of EAW’s toughest!
Jake Mercer: Uh oh, he’s not done with Clayton just yet! Clayton’s on the ringside floor clutching his jaw in pain as he writhes around, but Vincent forces him into a prone position before hooking both of his arms around his waist in a grounded rear waist lock!
Stew-O: He DEADLIFTS Vincent off the floor and hits him with a high angle German suplex right back down to the ringside floor! VERY impressive show of strength there from Vincent Mondrian, who keeps the waist locked tight even after the impact of the German suplex; it looks like Vincent is not letting Clayton off that easily!
Flannery McCoy: Vincent Mondrian drags Clayton back to his feet using that waist lock and turns him around, kicking him in the midsection to force him to double over! He tucks the Golden God’s head in with a front face lock before throwing the arm over his head and lifting him up with a vertical suplex lift!
Jake Mercer: He turns around as he prepares to DROP HIM with a vertical suple- OH MY GOD!
Stew-O: COSMO GOLDWORTHY JUST LAUNCHED HIMSELF THROUGH THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPES TOWARDS VINCENT MONDRIAN AND CLAYTON GOLDE, WHO IS STILL IN THAT VERTICAL SUPLEX POSITION! SUICIDE DIVE! SUICIDE DIVE! COSMO HITS THE SUICIDE DIVE, CRASHING INTO BOTH OF THEM AND MAKING VINCENT EXECUTE THE VERTICAL SUPLEX BY FORCE!
Flannery McCoy: WOW! The spine on Cosmo Goldworthy, putting himself at risk just because he saw that prime opportunity! High risk and high reward, but the risk definitely paid off because look at that reward; there’s utter carnage at ringside with all three wrestlers down, but ultimately it’s Cosmo Goldworthy to get up first!
Jake Mercer: He takes a look at the scene out here and ultimately reaches down to grab Clayton Golde and drag him back into the ring! Vincent Mondrian remains knocked out at the ringside floor as Cosmo Goldworthy slides into the ring with a worse for wear Clayton Golde trying to stagger to his feet!
Stew-O: But it looks like Cosmo was watching what Vincent did to Clayton outside, because he prevents Clayton from getting up with an elbow drop right to the back! Not only that, but he follows up by reaching up front and wrapping both of his hands around the face of the Golden God, wrenching back with a crossface!
Flannery McCoy: Cosmo showing some of his own wrestling intellect here, targeting both back and face after Vincent did the same with that German suplex and electric chair facebuster on the barricade! Impressive stuff, and now Clayton is in trouble as he flails around, trying to get his hand on the ropes!
Jake Mercer: Cosmo isn’t having it, though, as he keeps wrenching Clayton away from salvation and– OH! CLAYTON FIGHTING BACK DIRTY, AS HE RAKES THE EYES OF COSMO GOLDWORTHY! COSMO HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO RELEASE THE HOLD AND NOW HE’S COVERING HIS FACE IN PAIN!
Stew-O: Just VICIOUS tactics here by Clayton Golde, but ultimately, everything is legal in a triple threat match like this! The referee can’t do anything about it, even if it is playing dirty! Clayton Golde staggers up holding his own face as both Golde and Goldworthy have damaged each other severely, but it’s not over until someone is pinned to the mat for the three count!
Flannery McCoy: Clayton Golde measures up Cosmo Goldworthy who is getting up himself before– SUPERKICK! Superkick right to the face sends Cosmo stumbling back against the ropes, and Clayton rushes forward to capitalize on the moment of opportunity as he senses victory nearby!
Jake Mercer: He yanks Cosmo away from the ropes and turns him around before hoisting him up by the leg! STUN GUN CONNECTS as he drops Cosmo Goldworthy right onto the top rope! One thing about Clayton is that no matter what you think about his ideology, he has a BRAIN in there! He’s great at using the environment to his advantage and won’t hesitate to do so!
Stew-O: The stun gun, as the name would suggest, stuns Cosmo Goldworthy and allows Clayton Golde to take advantage! Cosmo stumbles right into Clayton’s clutches as the Golden God ducks down and hoists Cosmo up from underneath, arching back and connecting with a bridging northern lights suplex! The referee slides in for the pinfall!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flannery McCoy: But Cosmo Goldworthy kicks out, and now Clayton Golde is looking frustrated! Money Mo is showing no intentions of staying down, and after all the jabbering that Clayton Golde has done, it’s starting to make him look bad! I’d imagine if there is one thing Clayton Golde cares more about than anything else, it’s his reputation, and that’s what he feels is being attacked thanks to Cosmo’s resilience!
Jake Mercer: Don’t count Clayton out though, he’s still got the advantage right now! He shakes away the frustration and drags Cosmo right to the middle of the ring so that he’s laid out in the center, with Clayton facing the hard cam! He points towards it and gestures towards himself, before yelling out to take the Golde Pill!
Stew-O: AND A LEG DROP CONNECTS! He’s quick to get back to his feet, though, as he leaps back up and HITS ANOTHER LEG DROP! He brushes himself off and pitches his podcast to the hard cam before turning around and executing YET ANOTHER LEG DROP! This is Clayton Golde’s patented Golde Rush, just going leg drop after leg drop and shilling for his own products while he does so!
Flannery McCoy: He goes for another leg dro– OH! THERE’S VINCENT MONDRIAN, AND THE MOMENT CLAYTON GOLDE LEAPS INTO THE AIR, VINCENT CRASHES INTO HIM WITH A DROPKICK OUT OF NOWHERE! Vincent Mondrian just knocked Clayton Golde out of the way, leading to a bad landing for the Golden God!
Jake Mercer: And now Vincent Mondrian reasserts himself into the match as things are heating up for the grand finale, and I can’t be any less happy about it! We need someone GOLDEN to win, whether that be Golde or Goldworthy! Who the hell wants a MONDRIAN to win?
Stew-O: It very well may BE Vincent Mondrian, because Vincent pushes Cosmo aside and drags Clayton Golde up to the corner in a standing position, dazed as can be! Vincent Mondrian backs up to the opposite corner and takes aim before rushing forward… OH MY GOD!
Flannery McCoy: GALICK GUUUUUUUUUUN! THE GALLICK GUN CONNECTS AS HE HITS THAT SIGNATURE HELLUVA KICK OF HIS, PRACTICALLY KNOCKING THE LIGHTS OUT OF THE GOLDEN GOD’S HEAD! VINCENT MONDRIAN MAY HAVE THIS IN THE BAG AS CLAYTON GOLDE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO FALL OVER DEAD!
Jake Mercer: BUT VINCENT DOESN’T ALLOW HIM TO FALL OVER, HE HOLDS ONTO HIM AND DRAGS HIM TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! HE LATCHES ONTO THE GOLDEN GOD WITH AN INVERTED HEADLOCK AND–
Stew-O: VAN GOGH ASCENDANCY! HE HITS THAT TWISTING DDT OUT OF THE INVERTED HEADLOCK, THAT’S VINCENT MONDRIAN’S FINISHER! CLAYTON GOLDE LOOKS TO BE KNOCKED OUT COLD AS THE IMPACT ROLLS HIM OVER!
Flannery McCoy: VINCENT MONDRIAN RISES TO HIS FEET AND STAGGERS TOWARDS THE ROLLED AWAY BODY OF CLAYTON, GOING FOR THE PIN–
Jake Mercer: COLDEST WINTER! COSMO GOLDWORTHY SPRINGS BACK INTO THE FRAY WITH A SPEAR FROM OUT OF NOWHERE, HIS FINISHING MANEUVER! COLDEST WINTER CONNECTS ON VINCENT MONDRIAN, LAUNCHING HIM OUT OF THE WAY, AND NOW COSMO GOLDWORTHY HOOKS CLAYTON’S LEGS, GOING FOR THE PIN OFF OF VINCENT’S VAN GOGH ASCENDANCY!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown begins blaring through the speakers once again to boos as Cosmo Goldworthy slowly staggers back to his feet, getting his hand raised by the referee before snatching it away, raising both of his hands in victory all by himself in front of the hard cam!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! THE GOLD STANDARD OF EAW… COSMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GOOOOOOOOOOLDWOOOOOORTHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Stew-O: What a brutal match tonight as all three men did everything they could to walk away with the win! It looked like it was Vincent’s time to shine at the end there, but Cosmo Goldworthy took the opportunist’s route and knocked Vincent out of the way to seize the pin and the victory instead!
Flannery McCoy: You’ve got to feel for Vincent here, because it turned out he did enough damage to Clayton to get the win, but Cosmo was able to stay out of sight for long enough for Vincent to not consider his presence!
Jake Mercer: A great victory tonight for Cosmo Goldworthy who, by getting this win, ultimately gained a victory over a former Interwire Champion! How’s that for bragging rights? Clayton Golde looks really angry as he returns to consciousness, though…
(Clayton Golde rolls out of the ring with a deep scowl on his face; he storms away from the ring while Cosmo Goldworthy continues celebrating on top of the top turnbuckle. Clayton disappears behind the stage curtains with a glare on his face while Vincent Mondrian looks up with anger and disappointment as Money Mo continues showboating and gloating over his victory. The video feed lingers before slowly fading to black.)
(A commercial plays for Hooters.)
(As Dynasty returns from the commercial, Michael Belfort can be seen with a microphone gripped right in his hand.)
Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, directly before his match with Interwire Champion Jay Jerry Johnson, Hans Grayson!
(Hans emerged onto the scene, and it has been eventful for Grayson. And that was expressed immensely as he stood graciously next to Belfort..)
Hans Grayson: Thank you for having me here, just getting a nice warm up before I head out and into my match! It’s going to be a fun one, that’s already a given with someone like Triple J!
Michael Belfort: That is great to hear, I wanna ask you a question though. How are you feeling emotionally? You are coming off a rather unfortunate circumstance at KoE. Does that affect anything?
Hans Grayson: Personally, not truly no. It was a harsh landing, but if you want me to be honest and sort of overdramatic over it… probably the most disappointing loss of my EAW career, I hate that I fell short in such a spotlight, and that is gonna be something that hangs with me for a while. The overarching disappointment, yeah. It is a little bit too much, I allowed Impact to psyche me out for months, I allowed him to absolutely drag me through nonsensical bullshit. A continuing pattern time and time again, I hate that. And there was a lot of mutual respect between myself and Joso beforehand, believe be. There was honor that Impact just couldn’t handle, and it got deteriorated in that process. Eternally? It felt like one colossal waste of time that never amounted to anything in the end. But, look. It would be a shame if I were to just sit here and be gloomy about something that is over and has passed. That would just be unnecessary, and it doesn’t reflect well on me. I have time this season to get back into the championship picture, actually really soon. I have a vision in my mind, and once I heard that Operation Doomsday was bringing back the Iron Survivor, the ideas started to swoon in my head.
(Hans put notice on the Iron Survivor heavily, as he was real interested in that clearly.)
Michael Belfort: Ah yes, the Iron Survivor match is still a youthful match time here in EAW, only making its debut a short year ago, but without a shadow of a doubt, last year made a huge transformation for the winners.
Hans Grayson: Look at what it has already done, it left a legacy this time last year. A lot of massive things happened, and overall, it ended up being a thriving concept in EAW. We had 2 winners last year, and those 2 can be able to say they were the first winners. That alone is historic, because we both already know that the match will be running for a long, long time, and to have your name at the top of the list? An accolade you can bite onto.
Michael Belfort: Michael Machina and Milli Banks, to be precise. Michael and Milli went on to funnily enough not only win the Iron Survivors in the same night, but as well win the Extreme Elimination Chambers to close out their year in the same night. But make no mistake about it, it all started there with that Iron Survivor. The mammoth of a 2024 they proceeded to have!
Hans Grayson: Exactly! Look at what Milli Banks and Michael Machina proceeded to do after winning all of that. That is the type of adrenaline boost that is fueling me, knowing that if I get put into a match of that caliber, the potential is all for my grasp and reaching. I am fueled by the knowledge of the fact that this can all be in the palm of my hands, as long as my head is up—and my ideas are focused forward. The thing is, not only did Mike and Milli win last year, they didn’t only ascend to the big time, but they immortalized themselves within a year. Just think about that for a moment okay? The Iron Survivor is already batting.100% in terms of a success story, a year later and there is not an ounce of bad stigma surrounding it. And let’s be forreal here for a moment. Last year the winner was eligible to call their shot whenever they wanted, and Milli was able to do that for Pain For Pride… and I mean, if we are being forreal here, that is kind of a cheat code if you ask me, and well if you catch my drift of what it is that I am saying right here, right now..
(It was evident that Hans was insulating that he had a full plan to take that opportunity into Pain For Pride.)
Hans Grayson: Go ahead and look at the last 2 Pain For Prides. Hans Grayson: climbing the EAW mountain? Year one: New Breed. Year Two: Interwire. Year Three: ??? All I am saying is, piece two and two together and you will get your much desired result. I am eyeing the match, 100% and make no mistake about it man, whoever emerges from Operation Doomsday as World Heavyweight Champion, rather that be the history maker herself Minerva, who already has a Hall Of Fame registered onto her name—or if I have to run it back with Joso and show that I am better than him, I’m fine with either. If I face someone that I have history with or not, it really does not matter. Because regardless of the situation, I am walking out victorious. So with my eyes on the prize, putting the entire Iron Survivor match on notice.
(Michael Belfort nodded his head, as Hans Grayson looked on with a glare in his eyes.)
Hans Grayson: And I am far from done.
(Hans Grayson stepped away as the crowd gave a delighted cheering reaction, his fiery energy exuding as he made his way through the curtain and out for his match!)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ by AFI hits the PA speakers to a huge pop from the crowd and Hans Grayson marches down to the ring, tagging as many fans as possible. He doesn’t have a very pleased look on his face, but he’s focused on bouncing back.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds… “FIRE HEART” HAANNNNSSSS! GGRRAYYYSSOOOONNNNN!
Stew-O: So close, but yet, so far. Hans Grayson was THIS close to breaking the pinfall and saving Joso from getting the winning fall on Impact to keep his name in the race to become World Heavyweight Champion, but he missed it. Tonight begins his road back to the top after losing at King Of Elite.
Flannery McCoy: Missing out on your dream hurts a lot of Elitists. What matters is what you’re capable of doing following a setback! We all know how good Hans is, but how will he fare against an old rival, a man now holding the championship he once had?!
(‘Mayoi Uta (Song of the Lost Star)’ by MyGO!!!!! hits the speakers and Jay Jerry Johnson emerges with a big grin on his face, slapping the Interwire Championship around his waist, he nods to the reaction, embracing whatever comes his way. Jay strides down the ramp not bothered by the mixed reaction. He slides in and poses in the center of the ring.)
Stephie Love: His opponent, residing in Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 223 pounds… he is THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION, “THE ARTIST!” JAY! JERRY! JOHNSON!
Jake Mercer: That’s a great point and question. We all know about the back and forth war Hans Grayson and Jay Jerry Johnson had last year, culminating with Hans defeating Jay at Operation: Doomsday. Jay Jerry Johnson is coming off a successful defense of his Interwire Championship at King Of Elite against Corey Hale, and he’s looking to build off of that!
Flanney McCoy: Jay has been on alert ever since he lost to Corey by surprise in the Dynasty bracket of the King Of Elite tournament. He rightfully feels that it’s his duty as champion to keep up the great performances regardless of if the title is on the line or not. And certainly with Hans, there is a lot of bad blood to carry him to want victory tonight.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Both of these men very familiar with one another and you can tell as they cautiously move around the ring, being careful and eying their movements. A collar and elbow tie-up, and it’s the much proficient grappler in Jay Jerry Johnson swinging behind into a waist lock. He wrenches the hold in, trying to restrict Hans’s movement.
Jake Mercer: Hans slips behind, tripping Jay onto his stomach and diving into a side headlock—no! Jay moves his head out and forces him onto his stomach, applying a hammerlock. Hans grits his teeth, reaching for the ropes. He tries to rise, but Jay is pressing his bodyweight on him. Hans reaches out, slowly pushing up to his feet…
Flannery McCoy: Only for Jay to twirl under and duck his head down, tossing him with a northern lights suplex! Jay rises to his feet and takes the wrist, twirling his leg around the arm. He spins Hans onto his stomach and reaches for the other arm, trying for an armbreaker! But Hans rolls backwards, forcing Jay to lose his balance and fall over, planting his shoulders to the mat!
OOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!
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Stew-O: Jay falls backwards, holding onto the arm and applying a cross armbar! Hans was free, but only for a brief amount of time! Hans screams out in agony, and Jay pulls back on that arm! He writhes around, trying to get free, but Jay has it locked in tight! Hans reaches out— to no avail. He’s struggling, and you can see that discomfort on his face!
Jake Mercer: And Jay continues to pull on that arm! He tries to move it forward, tucking his wrist under his armpit which would maximize the damage, but Hans rolls over this time! He slowly deadlifts Jay up, and tries to powerbomb him- Hans slips down and nails him with a right hand to the jaw! Left hand to the body, and a forearm sends Jay into the ropes!
Stew-O: He bounces off, swinging for Hans, but he ducks under and shoves him to the ropes. Hans follows up with a clothesline! Jay bounces up and Hans gets him with another one! Jay slowly rises up and Hans scoops him up into a fireman’s carry. He marches to the center of the ring, but Jay elbows him! Elbows him again! He slips down and hooks the waist—
Flannery McCoy: These two know each other so well! Hans runs backwards and bounces him into the turnbuckles! Jay releases himself and Hans stumbles backwards! NO! JAY HOOKS THE WAIST AND SWINGS INTO A BACKDROP SUPLEX! Hans gets planted right onto the back of his head, goodness! Jay nods his head, he’s not done there! He pulls Hans up and takes the wrist, sending him off to the ropes. Jay scoops Hans up and plants him with a MICHINOKU DRIVER! COVER!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Stew-O: Kick out from Hans! Close one, already! Jay shakes his head and rises. He takes Hans up by the hair. He hooks the head, trying to lift him up—but Hans punches the ribs. He punches the ribs again! And now Hans tries to lift Jay up, but Jay lifts him instead! Hans floats over and shoves him to the ropes. And a dropkick floors Jay! Jay slowly rises afterwards and Hans ducks under him, throwing him with a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! Jay bounces off, falling against the turnbuckles.
Jake Mercer: Hans rises to his feet and throws his arms up, calling for the crowd! They respond and Hans hits off the turnbuckles, running forward with – corner enzuigiri! Jay wobbles out of the corner and Hans runs forward, he leaps to the middle rope and springboards off, back flipping and catching Jay by the neck! STYLIN DDT! The athleticism of Hans Grayson is off the charts, and Jay is feeling every bit of that. He holds his neck, wincing. Hans rolls over, stepping to the apron. I think he’s looking to end this early!
Flannery McCoy: He climbs up, steadying himself up top—Jay is slowly beginning to rise. Hans nods and he tries to rush the move with a crossbody, but Jay falls out of the way! Hans hits the canvas and he crashes and burns! Jay rushes over and drags Hans up without hesitation. He grabs him in a pumphandle position, and scoops him up, spinning into ‘YKHM LAST LOVE!’ COULD THAT BE IT ALREADY?! COVER!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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Stew-O: HANS KICKS OUT! Jay rolls over, slapping the mat! He was counting on that to win the match and it wasn’t enough! He slowly rises and Hans rolls away, holding his neck. Jay follows after him, but Hans rolls to the apron. The referee steps forth, trying to separate the two and keep Jay away from Hans now that he’s under the rope. Jay tries to push through, getting frustrated by the referee’s attempts to hold him back!
Jake Mercer: Just let them fight! Come on, ref! Why you protecting him?! Jay finally gets past the ref and drags Hans up on the apron, but Hans hot shots him off the top rope! Jay falls back, holding his throat. AND HANS TAKES THE ROPES! HE WANTS THE BURNING SHOT LARIAT—
Stew-O: Jay runs forward and catches him by the head, snapping his throat off the top rope! Hans falls forward, laying ontop of the top rope. He coughs out, holding his throat. Jay hooks the neck of Hans and spins into a corkscrew neckbreaker into the ring! The back of Hans’s head gets planted! He holds his head, groaning. Jay pulls Hans up and turns him. He hooks him in an inverted position and lifts him up vertically.
Flannery McCoy: Hans is stalling it, though! Deadweight on the shoulders of Interwire Champion, and Jay is struggling! Hans throws a knee to the top of his head, now! And he flips free, landing on the apron. Another hot shot from Hans, this time snapping the back of his head off the top rope. Jay staggers to the center and Hans takes the ropes, he springboards up and flies into a lariat! Down goes Jay Jerry Johnson!
Stew-O: He’s fired up, now! Jay rolls out of the ring and and Hans pulls himself up. He pumps his fist and looks around. Jay slowly rises and Hans hits off the ropes! HE FLIES OVER THE TOP WITH A TOPE CON HILO! JAY CRASHES DOWN TO THE GROUND! HANS RISES TO HIS FEET AND HE’S FIRED UP! He tags the fans and Jay is laid out! Hans drags Jay up and is about to throw him in the ring—but he hesitates. Hans throws Jay into the ring post instead! And Jay flies to the ground! Hans rises and pulls him up, throwing him into the announce table!
Jake Mercer: Jay is down and out! Hans is feeling that frustration after failing to win the World Heavyweight Championship, and he drives a boot down to the chest of Jay. Hans pulls Jay up and hooks the head, trying to lift him in vertical position—
Flannery McCoy: But Jay rams him back first into the apron! Hans falls over, holding his back! Jay takes him by the neck and lifts him up vertically! OH NO, BRAINBUSTER ON THE FLOOR—Hans floats back down! He scoops Jay up and spins into a FALCON ARROW ON THE FLOOR! WOW! Jay is out of it! He writhes in pain, holding at his back! Jay rolls over, kicking his legs on the canvas. Hans clutches his spine, scooting back to the apron. These two have thrown all they’ve got in an attempt to leave with the win tonight!
Jake Mercer: Hans limps up, rubbing his spine. He drags Jay up and throws him into the ring. Hans leaps onto the apron, falling against the ropes. He takes a moment, trying to recover. He takes the ropes and springboards up! I can see Jay looking up– but IT DOESN’T MATTER AS HANS FLIES INTO THE ‘GRAYSON SPLASH!’ THE SPRINGBOARD 450 RIGHT ONTO THE RIBS! JAY IS DOWN! HANS HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Stew-O: ONLY FOR JAY TO KICK OUT! That was a close call, though! Hans sits up, holding his ribs. Jay rolls over, wincing. What is Hans gonna do to pick up this win?! He rises to his feet and limps to Jay. Jay rolls towards the turnbuckles, holding his ribs and back. Hans drags Jay up and leans him against the turnbuckles. He crouches down, trying to lift him up top.
Flannery McCoy: Jay drives an elbow to the top of the head. That forces Hans to falter for a second, but he roars, pushing through! He hooks his arms around the legs of Jay and pushes him up to the top rope! Hans climbs up the middle rope with Jay, trying to lift him up, no! Jay slips free and he hooks Hans by the legs, tripping him and bouncing him off the top rope! Hans goes face first into the turnbuckles and he turns and spins, staggering to the center.
Jake Mercer: That’s the opening he was looking for, and he runs forward with a NORTHERN LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Hans goes down and Jay mounts him, throwing elbows to the back of the head! Hans throws his arms up to try and cover it, but Jay uses that to slip his arm through the guard of Hans and get down to his neck, LOCKING IN A REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD–
Stew-O: Hans rolls over, sitting up! Jay tries to keep the choke locked in! Jay pulls back, cranking that hold on! Hans scoots forward, trying to get his leg to the bottom rope. Jay shakes his head, and then he releases the choke hold! He steps a leg over the shoulder of Hans, and HE TRANSITIONS TO POWERFUL HAMMER AND ANVIL ELBOWS! THOSE ELBOWS LAND FLUSH ON THE NECK OF HANS! Hans screams out, feeling the pressure down to his neck! Jay rolls Hans over and hooks the arms down, looking for a butterfly suplex! But somehow, Hans is able to pull through and spin out!
Jake Mercer: LARIAT FROM HANS! Jay ducks it, and HANS SPINS BACK WITH A NORTHERN LARIAT OF HIS OWN! Jay falls flat onto his face, and Hans is feeling it now! He nods his head, calling for Jay. Jay plants his hands onto the mat and slowly rises… Hans bounces off the ropes behind him and he HANDSPRINGS INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FOREHEAD! Jay goes down! Hans kips up, nodding. He runs to the ropes and leaps up the middle rope, SPRINGBOARDING OFF! ‘FIRESAULT!’ LANDING FLUSH ONTO THE RIBS OF JAY! ANOTHER COVER!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Stew-O: A KICK OUT FROM JAY! Hans rolls to his side, running his hands through his hair. He slaps the mat, wanting the end there! Jay is down and out. Hans slowly rises, pulling himself up to his feet. He once again looks up top, but Jay rolls over and reaches for his boot. That completely takes Hans off guard as he turns to bend over and swat Jay’s hand down!
Flannery McCoy: Jay is persistent, though. Hans swats it down again– but this time Jay catches the wrist and spins himself. He drags Hans down and applies a TRIANGLE CHOKE! Legs wrapped around the back of Hans’s head, and Hans reaches for the ropes! Hans screams out, feeling the air in his lungs being cut off! Jay wraps his hands around the back of Hans’s head, but Hans holds onto the legs and slowly deadlifts him up… POWERBOMB RIGHT INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Jake Mercer: Hans staggers backwards, falling against the turnbuckles. Hans breathes heavily, calling for Jay to rise. Jay slowly rolls over, holding his back. Hans steps out to the apron and takes the ropes, springboarding up! MISSILE DROPKICK– JAY SIDESTEPS IT! He takes the leg of Hans and he rolls over, flipping into a jackknife cover! The shoulders planted, perfect chance to take advantage here!
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Flannery McCoy: No! Hans rolls through into a sunset flip of his own! He wraps his legs around the arms of Jay, planting the shoulders down to the canvas! The referee back to the cover!
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Stew-O: Kick out from Jay! Both back roll to their feet! Hans rushes after Jay, but Jay brings him down with a drop toe hold into the middle turnbuckle! Hans bounces off the turnbuckle, holding his jaw. Jay slowly pushes himself up to his feet. He throws an up kick straight to the jaw of Hans, and Hans falls to a kneel. He staggers into the turnbuckles, trying to stay upward.
Jake Mercer: Hans holds his jaw, wincing. He checks if he lost a tooth, but you can definitely see him spit blood on the canvas! But while he’s focused on his wellbeing, HERE COMES JAY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE! ‘SPRECHOR CROSSLINE!’ HE FLIPS OFF OF THE BACK, HOOKING THE HEAD AND BRINGING HIM DOWN WITH A SPIKE DDT! HANS’ HEAD EATS THE CANVAS! AND JAY ROLLS HIM OVER AND HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
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Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM HANS! How is this one still going?! Both of these guys have no quit in them, it’s ridiculous! Jay slowly rises, nodding. He’s intent on putting an end to this. Hans rolls over and Jay drags him up. He hunches over and hooks the legs, trying to lift him up for ‘HEAVEN’S FEEL–’
Stew-O: He slips down! Hans frees himself! He falls into the ropes, and Jay forearms him! Jay forearms him again! Hans forearms him back! He fires back, and Jay kicks him in the ribs! He drops down and once again, tries to lift him upside down for ‘HEAVEN’S FEEL!’ Hans wiggles his legs and rolls forward into a sunset flip, but Jay backrolls off and hits the ropes for a PENALTY KICK! HANS DROPS DOWN, EVADING IT! Jay spins and Hans rolls to his feet!
Jake Mercer: Jay quickly turns to Hans–’FLAMING PUNCH!’ IT CONNECTS! BUT JAY FALLS BACKWARDS, AND TUMBLES THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! JAY IS LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR! Hans had him! He had him! But he threw too much power—if such a thing exists in a wrestling match—and Jay went out of the ring! Hans staggers up, but he falls against the ropes. The exhaustion and pain is getting to him, without a doubt. He drops to his back and rolls out to the floor
Stew-O: Hans pulls Jay up by the hair, and is struggling to hook the head and lift him up. Jay is making it harder for him. Hans is hunched over, trying his absolute hardest to deadlift him up. Jay wraps his arms around his leg, desperately trying to lift him to his feet. Jay falls over against Hans, and Hans’s body tumble against the apron. He slowly begins to pull him up to his feet–
Jake Mercer: HEADBUTT FROM JAY JERRY JOHNSON! I THINK HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM! Hans falls away, holding his head. Jay turns him and drills him with an european uppercut! And then an elbow to the jaw! Followed up with another european uppercut! Hans leans onto the apron and Jay hooks him by the head and leg, rolling him into the ring. Hans rolls to the center at the referee’s feet, and the referee kneels to check on him.
Flannery McCoy: Despite how tired he is, Jay grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He threads a foot through the bottom rope–the hell?! SOMEONE’S GRABBING JAY’S LEG!
Stew-O: It’s Clayton Golde, huh?! What is Clayton doing here after his loss earlier tonight!
Clayton Golde: (off-mic) Where you going, champ?!
Jake Mercer: Clearly he’s peeved about that loss, Jay kicks him away with all of his might! Clayton staggers backwards but he doesn’t fall, and Jay makes his way back into the ring. He reaches down for Hans, but HE PULLS HIM DOWN WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE! PINNING THE SHOULDERS DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
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(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, HHHHAAAANNNNNSSSSS!! GGRRRAAYYYSSSOOOONNNN!!!
(‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ begins playing again and Hans rolls off of Jay, breathing heavily. Jay sits up, in disbelief. Clayton laughs at Jay’s reaction, backing away. He claps it up, applauding himself for what he pulled off tonight. Jay looks up at the referee, trying to plead with him that he kicked out–and the interference at ringside, but the referee’s decision is final. Hans rolls out, tagging a couple of people, but when he sees Clayton and comes to a realization of what happened, a frown forms onto his face.)
Stew-O: I don’t understand why Clayton Golde had to stick his nose in Jay Jerry Johnson’s business tonight! That was a great match between the two, and now the Interwire Champion leaves with a loss thanks to Golde.
Jake Mercer: He’s looking to make a name for himself! There’s no better time than right now and he’s aware of that. What happened earlier doesn’t matter, as long as the Interwire Champion knows good and well who he’s dealing with!
Flannery McCoy: That’s certainly one way to look at it. A great bounceback from King Of Elite for Hans Grayson, but I’m sure he now has his reservations considering how that ended.
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area of the Little Caesars Arena as backstage correspondent Michael Belfort is seen standing by in front of a designated interview area. He has a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand, and as the crowd inside of the arena begins to settle down, he raises his microphone to his mouth to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty, and what a jam-packed show it has been so far! We are on the road to Operation: Doomsday, and we’ve seen a lot begin to unfold, especially after the aftermath of King of Elite. Tonight I’m here to speak with two people who certainly had an interesting weekend, please welcome my guests at this time, Raven Roberts & Rex McAllister… Fire & Ice!
(The crowd cheers loudly as the camera pans over to show Raven Roberts and Rex McAllister as they make their way into the scene. Fire & Ice, despite what transpired at the Marquee Event, seem to be in bright spirits, both greeting Michael with small smiles on their faces. It’s not long after that before he continues.)
Michael Belfort: Raven and Rex, thank you both for joining us.
Rex McAllister: Always a pleasure, Michael.
Michael Belfort: Now, Raven, I want to start with you. This past weekend at King of Elite, you went one-on-one with Milli Banks for the Universal Women’s Championship. You pushed her to the absolute limit, coming this close to capturing the title. It was an incredible match, but unfortunately, it didn’t go your way. Where’s your mindset following that match?
(There’s a pause after what Michael had to ask, with Raven thinking for a moment, looking down at the ground. After some time, she has a confident expression on her face as she looks up.)
Raven Roberts: Disappointed? No. If anything, what happened at King of Elite gave me more clarity than I’ve had in a long, long time. Sure, I didn’t walk away with the Universal Women’s Championship, but you know what I did walk away with? The undeniable proof that I belong in this era of Elite Answers Wrestling. I walked out of that ring knowing that I didn’t just take Milli Banks to the limit, I forced her to pull out a move she had never used before to put me down. And you know what that tells me? It tells me that I’m not washed, I’m not past my prime, and I’m certainly not done. I don’t consider coming up short a failure, if anything, it reminded me of what I’ve been fighting for all along. That moment when I felt this close to victory? It was electric, and I know now, more than ever, that it’s not a question of if Fire & Ice will be champions again, it’s a question of when. Whether it’s the tag division or singles gold, I know that both Rex and I will rise back to the top. And the next time, we’re not letting anything slip through our fingers.
Michael Belfort: Well, that leads me to my next question. Rex, you’ve been in Raven’s corner throughout all of this. You were there at King of Elite, you’ve seen firsthand what she’s been working toward. What are your thoughts on everything?
Rex McAllister: I won’t lie, after the match, I was ready for the usual aftermath. I was ready for the disappointment, the frustration, the feeling that maybe we could’ve done more. But what do I see instead? I saw Raven smiling, I saw a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in years, and that told me everything I needed to know.
(Rex glances over at Raven, who smirks back at him before he continues.)
Rex McAllister: We’re not slowing down, we’re not stopping. If we’re taking losses, they’re stepping stones. Because we’ve agreed that if one of us is a Champion, then the other one will be too. That’s not just a goal, that’s a promise. We’re not just here to exist in this company, we’re here to thrive. We’re here to prove that Fire & Ice is still one of the best tag teams in the world, and most importantly, we’re here to remind people exactly who the hell we are.
(Both members of Fire & Ice nod their heads with expressions of pure confidence as they say their piece on the matter at hand. They look to continue, but before they do…)
???: Mon dieu… What a pathetic little affair.
(The camera pans over as Michael quickly shuffles out of the scene, with Daniella Atlas seen making her way toward the tag team. With a smirk on her face, not very fazed by what happened last week at King of Elite, she looks down in a very condescending manner at the two of them before saying what she has to say.)
Daniella Atlas: Listening to you two talk about yourselves like some great renaissance of professional wrestling is enough to make my ears bleed. You speak of inevitabilities, of Championship gold in your future, as if it’s some foregone conclusion, some prophecy waiting to be fulfilled. But you both fail to grasp the reality of your situation, don’t you? Raven, you went to war with Milli Banks, and you lost. It doesn’t matter how close you came, it doesn’t matter how validating the experience was for you, you walked out of King of Elite empty-handed. And Rex, for all the talk about being the best team in the world, for all this solidarity that you two claim to have, where exactly does that leave you? Sitting on the sidelines, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for the next bone Dynasty management decides to throw your way?
(Daniella lets out a scoff, shaking her head.)
Daniella Atlas: You two want so badly to believe that you are still the power couple of this company, that the sun hasn’t set on Fire & Ice, that you haven’t been replaced, that there’s still room for you to carve out a legacy that extends beyond nostalgia. But while you two are out here making promises to one another, talking about “when” and “if” you’ll be Champions again… I am already proving that I am Championship material. I was a Specialists Champion, I was an Empress of Elite finalist. My trajectory has been nothing but upward, while you two are still stuck fighting the ghosts of who you used to be.
(Raven and Rex exchange glances, both of them keeping their composure, but the irritation is evident in their expressions. Raven folds her arms, stepping forward slightly as she stares Daniella down.)
Raven Roberts: Are you done yet? Or are you gonna keep talking in circles about how great you think you are?
Daniella Atlas: What’s wrong? Does the truth sting a little? Don’t worry, I get it. I know it must be so frustrating… to work so damn hard, to fight and claw your way back to where you think you belong, only to fall just short when it matters most. That loss to Milli? That was your moment, and you let it slip right through your fingers, and let’s be honest here, deep down, no matter how much you try to mask it, that eats you alive, doesn’t it?
Rex McAllister: You talk a lot, Daniella. But here’s the problem: you mistake arrogance for certainty. You say you’re a future Champion, a rising star, but all I hear is someone who desperately needs to validate herself at our expense. You want to stand here and act like you’re better than us? Fine. But the thing about Fire & Ice? We don’t just talk, we back it up. Can you say the same?
(Daniella scoffs, shaking her head.)
Daniella Atlas: Oh, please. You think I’m afraid of you two? If anything, I’d welcome the opportunity to put you both down myself, just to prove that your time has long since passed.
(Raven smirks in response to this.)
Raven Roberts: Then do it. You came out here running your mouth, trying to cut us down, but let’s put your money where your mouth is. Do you want to prove you’re better than Fire & Ice? Then step into the ring with us, but here’s the thing… I’m sure you’re just begging to have a match against me, aren’t you?
Daniella Atlas: Oh mon chérie, I would desire that the most.
Raven Roberts: Well, you don’t just get me. You don’t just get to make this personal with me and then ignore Rex like he’s not standing right here. If you want this match, it’s not just one-on-one, it’s both of us. So either you fight us on your own… or you find yourself a partner.
(For the first time, Daniella’s confident smirk flickers into annoyance. She glances between Rex and Raven, clearly not pleased with the idea of having to find a partner, mostly considering that she does not have any friends.)
Daniella Atlas: Tch. Fine, you want me to find a partner? Consider it done. But when I beat you, Raven, and when I pin you in the center of that ring, I want you to remember this moment. Because it’ll be the moment you realize that your time is up, and my era has already begun. C’est tout simplement inévitable.
(Daniella glares at the two of them before turning on her heel and walking off, leaving Fire & Ice standing side by side, unshaken by her words. Rex glances over at Raven, who lets out a small chuckle.)
Rex McAllister: Do you think she actually finds a partner?
Raven Roberts: I think she better… or else it’s going to be a really, really bad night for her.
(Both of them laugh to themselves before turning around and making their way out of the scene themselves, it’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty then begins to fade elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds with immense reactions. Chris Elite emerges from the back with a confident & focused expression on his face, nodding to the reactions as he walks down the ramp looking forward to the match tonight as he sets his eyes onto the ring ahead.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 210 pounds… CHRISSSSSSSS, ELITE!!!
Stew-O: Chris Elite is vying for a momentum starter tonight that could allow him to bounce back from King of Elite considerably! Has been quite some time since he’s been able to hold world championship gold, so you can imagine how important tonight will be for him.
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely, this is exactly what Chris Elite needs to come out of with a win in order to put himself on the best path possible. Although that will be easier said than done, as he’s got quite the test ahead of himself with his opponent tonight, that he did defeat their last outing.
(‘Survivor’ 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. He looks at the crowd with a reassuring nod, & then makes his way down the ramp with optimism for another Dynasty main event.)
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Sea Isle, New Jersey, weighing in at 238 pounds… REXXXXX MCALLISTER!!!
Stew-O: Rex McAllister has been able to score quite the big wins over these last few weeks despite not being present in an in-ring capacity for King of Elite, and the victory against here can continue to mount the momentum necessary!
Jake Mercer: We cannot count out Chris Elite, as he can definitely surprise anyone and score the win as he has before against Rex through various means. This will be a main event between two EAW Hall of Famers who will be adamant about this victory to be gained!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Chris Elite takes on Rex McAllister right here on the main event of Dynasty! Both of these EAW Hall of Famers are looking to mount some considerable momentum tonight as we continue forward for the season, and there’s no better way of doing that than seeing what will surely be a great match ahead! Elite continues to chase any semblance of momentum in his own right, and he was given exactly that with this match that wasn’t necessarily what Rex was looking for, as this isn’t the last time these two have collided!
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely, as it was not so long ago that these two men collided on Super Dynasty some months ago! However, this is not a match that anyone can take lightly, as this will need to be a surefire opportunity to take advantage of! Both men are circling the ring now as they pace steadily, before McAllister lifts his own arms up and as does Chris with both elitists now moving forward for the collar and elbow tie-up here!
Jake Mercer: But Rex maneuvers around Chris Elite here and has applied an ample headlock with immediate effect! Rex then reworks the manner of keeping Chris at bay & planting him down onto the mat in a crouched stance! Chris is now struggling a fair bit here as Rex is maintaining this waist lock to the best of his abilities, dropping down to a knee! He’s now looking to bring himself back up to his feet—but it’s not long before McAllister is trying to hoist Elite off the mat again as he wraps his arms around his waist—only for Chris to flip himself over his shoulders and land on his feet right behind Rex!
Stew-O: Before McAllister could even react we have Chris getting his arms around his head and applying a sudden rear naked choke! Chris then proceeds to place his foot right onto the back of Rex’s knee as he’s now forcing McAllister to drop to a knee, following the protocol of Rex and learning from their last encounter, efficiently gaining the advantage over Rex McAllister! Rex is taking his time to figure out the situation, not in the timely manner but still vying for control while Elite is looking to slow McAllister down!
Flannery McCoy: McAllister is able to bring himself back up now as he’s on both feet here, and Chris is doing whatever he can to maintain the headlock but that’s not quite enough as REX PLANTS HIM DOWN WITH A BACK SUPLEX—Chris is able to motion around and toward the ropes here, quickly dragging himself up to the quickest that he can—BUT REX IS QUICKER! HE FOLLOWS UP WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP—BUT CHRIS DUCKS & DELIVERS A KNIFE EDGE CHOP OF HIS OWN!!! Chris is returning the favor against Rex McAllister!
Stew-O: As Chris shakes his own head while sending repeated strikes across McAllister’s temple! Rex find himself stumbling over toward the corner as Chris is now looking to continue with all of this pressure he’s garnered, sending further back elbows across McAllister’s temple in the corner! The referee begins to count down here as Chris makes sure he’s not employing the pressure for long, backing himself away from Rex while he still can as the referee gives him the scolding needed for a potential disqualification. But that doesn’t stop Chris from keeping his focus on McAllister as he rushes forward for a leaping forearm in the corner!!!
Flannery McCoy: BUT THE SUDDEN BICYCLE KICK FROM REX IS ABLE TO KEEP ELITE AWAY!! McAllister is now remaining within the corner from Elite as he’s clutching onto his temple, but that doesn’t stop him from turning himself around to rush forward again with a another boot to keep Chris suppressed after the kick—but Chris maneuvers through the ropes and onto the apron just as McAllister is trying to keep him from recovering! AND THEN LANDS AN ENZIGURI ACROSS HIS TEMPLE as this causes Rex to stumble away from the corner entirely! McAllister is dazed at the moment as Chris has now found himself a very sizable opening here! Rex is trying to shape off the enziguri while Elite LEAPS UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE!!
Jake Mercer: BUT REX WITH SPRINGS UP WITH A JUMPING KNEE TO CATCH CHRIS WHILE HE’S MID AIR!!! McAllister has been able to avoid all of the disaster there as he’s clutching onto his own jaw while trying to keep himself mobile enough! Chris is moving himself back up onto his own feet, groggily rising afterward while McAllister is using the ropes to bring himself back up! Elite was considerably rocked by the knee as he’s trying to rise, with McAllister now LOOKING TO SEND HIM SPIRALLING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX—
Stew-O: BUT CHRIS FLIPS THROUGH, REX TURNS AFTER RISING—INTO A RUNNING DROPKICK FROM CHRIS SENDS REX THROUGH THE ROPES!! McAllister’s taken to the ringside floor all due to Chris turning up the gas and firing off on all cylinders tonight! Rex is trying to drag himself back up here as Raven can be seen a couple feet away from him, watching on as McAllister is trying to bring himself back up as quickly as he can despite the pressure he’s been met with so far!
Flannery McCoy: Chris Elite has returned back to his feet however, and it’s not looking too good for McAllister as this can pan out poorly for him if he can’t come back here! Rex is bringing himself back up after using the barricade to get back to his feet, groggy but still able to move as Chris is now rushing himself toward the ropes… then RUSHING BACK BEFORE AIMING FOR A TOPE SUICIDA—
Jake Mercer: BUT REX MOVES—CHRIS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET! Chris is wide-eyed as he’s just evaded disaster in his own right, motioning toward McAllister—BUT REX DUCKS A SWING.. AND AN OLYMPIC SLAM INTO THE RINGPOST FOLLOWS UP!! Chris is squirming around as all of his upper back took the brunt of the impact there with emphatic effect! And now Rex is bringing himself up as he’s able to recover a far better deal than Chris will be able to! McAllister walks himself over to Elite as he’s dragging him back over to the apron! Rex has Chris positioned accordingly as he’s now able to HOIST HIM UP!
Stew-O: AS HE SENDS CHRIS INTO THE BARRICADE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! Chris Elite is going through the pressure right now as McAllister is continuing to maintain all of the focus on his opponent as he’s taking the moment to breathe, coming back to this match with a proper sense of mind before returning to Chris. He’s now dragging him upward, and looking to bring him back into the match as he’s now tossed him into the ring, rolling himself back inside & hooking the leg of Chris Elite for the win!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
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Flannery McCoy: NOPE! Chris is able to raise the shoulder as Rex McAllister will have to do much more in order to put him down! Now Rex is rising back up to his feet, and he’s quickly dragging Chris over and into a tiresome position for his opponent here—as he’s now got him locked inside the Boston Crab submission!!! Rex is playing all of his weight right over the back of Chris Elite to prevent him from even having the necessary energy to get himself out of this! Chris had already been through more than enough previously, but kicking out may have cost him severely if this is the route the match is being taken!
Jake Mercer: But Chris is holding out! He’s refusing to stay down for long as he’s looking to keep himself in this match, not backing down from the pain that this submission is bringing to his back as he’s now making the crawl!!! Dragging Rex’s body weight and his own here in order to bring himself closer to those ropes that he needs to reach! McAllister is trying to sink himself further onto the back of Elite to maintain the submission as well—BUT IT IS NOT ENOUGH! CHRIS MAKES IT TO THE ROPES AS HE’S GOT A HAND CLASPING ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Flannery McCoy: And now the referee is counting down on Rex McAllister to let go of the submission! Rex eventually brings himself back up, and lets go of his legs as Chris has now given himself some time to make a recovery & get back into the match! Rex isn’t looking too slow down too much however, as he’s now dragging Chris away from the ropes with his hands on a foot! Chris is bringing himself upward now despite McAllister’s grasp, as he’s now looking to completely FLIP HIM OVER—
Jake Mercer: AS CHRIS FLIPS RIGHT OVER & ONTO HIS FEET—AND DELIVERS A STEP-UP ENZIGURI RIGHT ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF MCALLISTER! Rex is dazed considerably as he’s teetering while remaining on his feet, yet Chris is back up to his feet and dragging McAllister over as he’s now looking to put Rex down for good here.. AS HE’S GOT REX UP & PROCEEDS TO NAIL ‘MOMENT OF CLARITY’!!! ROUNDHOUSE KICK DROPS REX TO THE CANVAS AS CHRIS NOW HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE PIN!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
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Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH! REX WITH THE SHOULDER UP!!! Chris is shaking his own head as he’s now bringing himself up to a stance, as he’s backing away from McAllister while trying to keep himself on the move! Rex is slowly back up to rising to his feet and looking to keep himself from staying down for too long, but this is panning out much better for Elite here as now McAllister is on the rise, with Chris rushing the ropes & sprinting toward Rex TO NAIL THE ‘ALMIGHTY PUSH’—
Flannery McCoy: BUT REX CATCHES HIS ARM & IMMEDIATELY LOCKS IN THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Chris was caught out of the pounce and placed in this submission as he’s now struggling to find any ground for himself here!! Rex is wrenching back on the arm of Chris Elite as this can go terribly for the opponent of McAllister tonight! Chris is shaking his own head vigorously while looking to crawl in any way he can, but he’s struggling here as Rex is continuing to keep the armbar in place for the moment!
Jake Mercer: BUT CHRIS SHIFTS HIS OWN WEIGHT OVER & SENDS REX ROLLING HIMSELF BACKWARD AND BACK TO HIS FEET—WHICH ALLOWS CHRIS TO SEND A BOOT ACROSS THE JAW OF MCALLISTER! Rex stumbles upward and back into the ropes while Chris is moving back up to his feet! Now seeking out another maneuver to put Rex down with the ‘HEAD SHOT’—
Stew-O: REX CAUGHT HIS FOOT! He proceeds to roll Chris Elite backward and onto his feet as Chris is looking to turn himself right around—DIRECTLY INTO A SUDDEN LARIAT FROM REX MCALLISTER!!! Chris is turned inside out by the lariat as he’s now back down on the canvas, laid out while Rex crawls back over and hooks the leg for the pin!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
THR—
Flannery McCoy: NO! CHRIS KICKS OUT! McAllister is now sitting back up, shaking his own head as he’s dragging Chris back up to his feet with no time to be wasted! Rex then irish whips Chris toward the ropes as Elite is now rebounding back toward Rex McAllister.. WITH REX HOISTING CHRIS UPWARD AND LOOKING FOR THE SPINEBUSTER—
Jake Mercer: WHICH CHRIS ELITE TURNS INTO A STEADFAST DDT TO SPIKE REX INTO THE CANVAS! Rex is now dazed from the DDT as Chris has the opportunity to turn this match around completely, with Rex back up to his feet but stirring around ‘till Chris is able to rush those ropes and then make the run back toward Rex McAllister AS THE ‘ALMIGHTY PUSH’ IS ENOUGH TO PUT REX DOWN!!! THE POUNCE GOT HIM!!! CHRIS RUSHES OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE WIN!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
THR—
Stew-O: BUT NO! ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM REX MCALLISTER AS CHRIS WILL HAVE TO CONTINUE TO VENTURE THROUGH! Chris Elite is now bringing himself back up, and he’s shaking his own head here as he’s been trying to put McAllister down with as much vested within him as he possibly can! But now he’s dragging McAllister into position, able to drag him upward and into a more proper spot here as he’s now risen Rex back to his knees, before backing away as he’s now looking to make some good on the opportunity that he has here… AS HE RUSHES FORWARD & SEEKS OUT THE ‘OPP SPOTTER’ TOWARD HIS OPPONENT—
Flannery McCoy: SPINNING WHEEL KICK FROM REX MCALLISTER IS ABLE TO KNOCK CHRIS BACK!! The sudden maneuver made at the last second by McAllist is just enough to keep Chris Elite at bay for as long as he can muster! Now Chris is teetering as he was knocked back and trying to keep himself able to move, but this looking bad for him here as McAllister is now dragging Chris right into his own grasp here!!!
Jake Mercer: AS HE’S ABLE TO NAIL THE SPINEBUSTER ONTO CHRIS ELITE!!! Chris is down on the canvas as Rex hooks the leg with the referee rushing to the cover!!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
THREE—
Stew-O: NO! CHRIS WITH THE SHOULDER UP—BUT REX IS TRYING TO GRAB ONTO THE ARM AGAIN!!! HE’S TRYING TO APPLY THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Rex is looking to place this submission into effect here but Chris is still fighting for as long as he can—AS HE’S ABLE TO SEND REX INTO THE ROPES WITH A SHOVE INTO THEM! McAllister’s clutching his own neck here as he’s coughing while Chris is back up to his feet, crawling himself away before now rushing back toward McAllister AT FULL SPEED—
Flannery McCoy: ‘OPP SPOTTER’!!! THE OPP SPOTTER DRILLS INTO REX AS HE’S DROPPED AS WELL! THE PIN IS MADE!!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
THREE—
Jake Mercer: NO! REX MCALLISTER IS STILL IN THIS MATCH! Chris is wide eyed as he’s shaking his own head vigorously, refusing to believe it’s not over yet! But now Chris is backing himself away while Rex is still down & out, he was able to kick out but it’s still not enough to get back up here! Elite has now backed himself away into the corner, as Rex McAllister is still down here while Chris now has his own opportunity before him… AS HE’S LOOKING FOR THE ‘BOX OFFICE SMASH’—
Stew-O: BUT A SUDDEN KNEE CATCHES CHRIS ELITE OFF GUARD HERE! The knee catches Chris Elite square across the jaw as he’s absolutely staggered while McAllister is bringing himself back up, nodding to himself as Chris is teetering while this can only amount to the next step being taken by Rex here AS HE RUSHES FORWARD—
Flannery McCoy: FOR THE ‘REX EFFECT’ TO CONNECT AS CHRIS ELITE IS SPIKED INTO THE MAT! CHRIS IS DOWN!!! Rex crawls himself over to the cover and is able to hook the leg, the referee counts away!!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… REXXXX MCALLISTER!!!
Flannery McCoy: Chris Elite gave his all here, as both elitists were putting up maneuver after maneuver and tried targeting one another in differing ways from their last encounter, but tonight would be the night where McAllister makes good on securing the win!
Stew-O: After the hectic events of King of Elite and all,, this is another momentum boost for Rex as Chris fought endlessly, but the efforts of the former World Champion couldn’t outmatch McAllister today. Congratulations to Minerva, and thank you all for watching Dynasty! See you next week!
(‘Survivor’ can be heard throughout the speakers as Rex rises to her feet, with the referee raising his hand in victory. McAllister stands on her own, breathing heavily with a hand around his own abdomen as she gives himself a very brief nod. Chris sits by the apron, disgruntled with defeat as the scene soon fades.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday.)
(Coming back from the final set of commercials for the evening, ‘2024’ by Playboi Carti hits. The fans rise to their feet as the spotlight zeroes in on EAW World Heavyweight Champion Joso, who strides confidently onto the stage. The weight on his shoulders is a little lighter now that he was able to secure his second championship defense and put to bed any issues he had with Hans Grayson and Impact at King of Elite last weekend. Shades hanging casually low on the bridge of the nose, he flashes a brief smirk towards the crowd before he walks towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: EAW Universe, please welcome at this time, the EAW World Heavyweight Champion… JOOOOOOOSOOOOOOOO!!
(Joso steps into the ring, basking in the adoration of the crowd. The energy is electric, a pulse that thrums through the arena. The lights above him flicker and dance as he raises the championship belt high, its gold gleaming under the spotlight. He slowly lowers it, placing one foot on the bottom rope and leaning against it, soaking in the cheers and chants.)
Joso: What’s up, Detriot?!
(The crowd erupts again, a sea of voices chanting his name. Joso pauses, letting their energy wash over him. He steps back to the center of the ring, his expression shifting from playful to serious.)
Joso: Last week at King of Elite, I faced my demons head-on and proved once again why this championship belongs to me. Hans Grayson thought he could take me down. Impact thought he could outshine me. But here I am, standing tall, with this title right where it belongs!
(The cheers grow louder as he holds the belt closer to his chest. Joso paces around the ring, continuing with his speech.)
Joso: And now, I ain’t gotta worry about the games and the foolishness. Hopefully everyone else can get the memo too, because Hans and Impact thought their issues were gonna bleed out to me and I wasn’t having it. Those two should learn a valuable lesson after that match. Neither of them were going to get the better of me in Chicago—and hey, if one or both of them end up challenging me again in the future? Then it is what it is. However, they better leave all that goofy shit behind for good, because the next time they try and get slick with me? I’m not leaving anything to chance. They’re going to be reminded once again why they shouldn’t mess with me… but that’s in the future, and if that future means they’ll be seeing me again anyways. Right now, I’m focused on my reign. I’ve worked too hard and sacrificed too much to let anybody take this away from me. I’ve put in the hours, the blood, and the sweat—all for this moment. And I promise you all, as long as I’m breathing, this championship will be defended against anyone who thinks they can step up and challenge me.
Joso: And it just so happens to I’m already gonna be booked and busy, because my next challenger was made known last weekend at King of Elite…
(The arena buzzes with anticipation as he pauses for effect, eyes scanning the crowd. He grins.)
Joso: Oh, y’all were waiting for me to talk about this huh? About what’s ahead? I don’t blame you, because honestly? I was excited myself to see who was next. Minerva and Drake King went to war for the third time this season, and there were huge stakes involved. Three Stages of Hell, and it was all for the opportunity to not only put to bed any lingering issues, but to secure themselves a championship match against me at Operation: Doomsday. Big deal. Big match. Big ass fight and all of that. Yet in the end, it was Minerva who was able to pull ahead, and now… I got a match with her on the horizon.
Joso: I look forward to it. Truly, I do. I mean, she’s one of the greatest of all time. And I know how much a match like this means a lot to her given everything she had to go through. There’s no doubt that it’s going to be one hell of a match between us, especially when this is the first time we’re gonna be meeting in the ring one-on-one. But let’s be real for a second—this isn’t just about her legacy. This is about my legacy too. I know she walks through the fire, but this time? I’m the one with the matchstick. I’m ready to ignite this showdown with everything I’ve got, and I refuse to let anyone take away what I’ve built. She may have all these aspirations of adding to her hall of fame resume, but guess what? She’s gotta go through the best to get that—the World Heavyweight Champion. And trust me, I mean it when I say I won’t be outshone or outclassed; this is my moment and my time! I’m only getting started as far as I’m concerned. There’s a lot for me to do in my own right, and while I can understand and even appreciate her hunger… a motherfucker be hungry in his own right, too. I’ve beaten the best all throughout this season—hell, I’ve beaten the best throughout my HISTORY here in EAW. Minerva is tough, and I ain’t gonna front and act like this is gonna be some cake walk for me. Absolutely not. For my third defense, this is probably the hardest one yet due to the sheer stature of my opponent alone. However, I want to go far as the World Heavyweight Champion, and simply put? My time ain’t done.
Joso: But aye, that’s what makes this all so damn exciting. This isn’t just another title defense; this is an opportunity to blaze a new trail and cement my place among the legends. I’m stepping into the ring with someone who knows how to fight, someone who’s been forged by fire and has the scars to show for it. And this is the kind of match I need to prove to EVERYONE that I am exactly as good as advertised. I’ve beaten many names, but if I can beat Minerva, then I’ll have truly made it—and I do believe with every ounce of my being that I can and WILL get the job done at Operation: Doomsday against her.
(The crowd cheer, with many fans showing their support for the champion. However, they’d soon explode once ‘Blood, Milk and Sky’ by White Zombie blasts through the arena speakers. Joso’s attention immediately diverts to the stage. Sure enough, Minerva was there in the flesh—and bearing the bruises and marks on it after her hellacious match against Drake King. The challenger for the World Heavyweight Championship strides down the ramp and enters the ring, getting near the champion. They both look at each other, sharing a silent understanding amongst themselves.)
(Then, her theme fades. Minerva is given her own microphone, and looking at Joso, she speaks.)
Minerva: You’ve got quite the way with words, Joso. I’ll give you that. Your confidence has always been something that has made you stand out, and at least to the benefit of yourself, such confidence has been warranted. You have done well for yourself, extremely, in fact, and have proven yourself against a litany of Elitists who have sought to cut you down and undermine you. It’s admirable. I myself have had to go through the same thing, and… well, recently, I had to deal with that all over again. At least that chapter has ended where it needed to, and just like you, I can move on and look ahead.
(That’s when her gaze drifts towards the championship on Joso.)
Minerva: …And while I do respect you, Joso, I didn’t come here just to merely exchange pleasantries. That championship you possess? It may shine bright, but it has my name written all over it. I’ve fought tooth and nail to earn my shot at it and I didn’t endure the literal hell I went through only to walk away empty-handed. You may have proven yourself in the past, but there’s a storm brewing, Joso. And I’m not just another challenger; I’m the reckoning you didn’t see coming.
(She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, serious and focused as can be.)
Minerva: You talk about blazing trails and proving yourself, yet do you really understand what that means? It means that you have to fight with everything you have, no matter what, and there’s frankly no one better who exemplifies that more than me. This season alone has been a testament to that. I am willing to dig deep and tear flesh to climb toward peaks I’ve yet to reach, and though my career has been enshrined within the annals of this promotion… there is just one title I’ve yet to win. That would be the World Heavyweight Championship, which has never been held with a feminine touch before throughout the years it has been seen as the crown jewel of this company. Still, history isn’t the main driving force behind why I wish to win, Joso. I have already been tormented and tested, and I would like to be able to say that I’ve conquered those demons. To be the one to show that no matter how much I go through, I can rise back up and be at my very best still. So, Joso, when I step into that ring against you, it won’t just be a match; it will be a crucible. Every ounce of passion, every scar I’ve earned, it will all collide with your ambition. What you’ve built is impressive, no doubt—yet every empire has its weaknesses. And I intend to exploit yours.
(Joso narrows his eyes, sensing the intensity in her words.)
Minerva: You can speak all you want about your legacy and how hard you’ve worked to keep that title safe, but remember this—there comes a time where even the mighty must fall, and you have yet to experience a true one. You’ve built your legacy upon the backs of those who came before you, defeating them one by one, but do not think for a second that I shall be another name added to that list. I am fueled by more than just ambition. I am fueled by the fire of every battle I’ve faced and every challenge I’ve overcome. You may have had your own trials to go through, but when it comes to me? You’re stepping into the ring with an Elitist who has faced the darkness and emerged anew, ready to bring about a new dawn.
(The fans cheer for that. Joso nods, absorbing every word she said, before he had more of his own to say.)
Joso: I hear you loud and clear, Minerva. I do. You want to make history, and along the way, fill whatever emptiness there may be on your end after having to go through some crazy shit in your own right. I get it. Still, you may be feeling strong again or whatever, feeling like you can bring about something new, but the fact of the matter is that I’m tryna do the same thing. When I beat Myles on what is coming up on four months ago, I promised that I was gonna bring in the new era to this promotion. I wanted to bring about some kind of change with me at the helm at it, passing down what I had to learn in order to be in this spot in the first place, and while I do genuinely respect you… I just don’t think you’re the one meant to stop me. You want to break barriers and rewrite history? So do I, but my vision doesn’t include anyone else having the chance to stand in my light.
Minerva: Fair enough. But just because you don’t wish for something to not come true does not mean it isn’t going to happen. I don’t want to turn back with nothing to show for it, Joso. I need you to understand that.
Joso: And I need you to understand there’s no chance in hell I’m letting you take this from me.
(He steps forward, closing the gap between them, his voice steady yet fierce.)
Joso: I ain’t losing this anytime soon. Not when I know my time at the top still has plenty of milage to go. I’m not slowing down, and you certainly aren’t going to be stopping me.
Minerva: Is that so?
(Joso doesn’t hesitate to answer.)
Joso: I know so.
(Minerva’s gaze fell to the mat for a moment. Then, a small smile cracks through her face.)
Minerva: I guess we will see soon for ourselves whether or not that conviction holds any weight.
Joso: Oh, we will, because when it comes to me, Minerva?
(He got closer to her.)
Joso: … I don’t miss.
(The crowd erupts with excitement, witnessing the intense passion displayed by both Joso and Minerva. Minerva glances at him once more before speaking…)
Minerva: Then keep a steady aim. Otherwise…
(She brings her finger up in a gun-like position towards his head.)
Minerva: I’ll take you down…
(…and those same fingers aimed right at the championship.)
Minerva: And I’ll be taking that with me.
(Joso nods. Minerva’s own eyes flicker with a fiery determination. She steps back slightly, her posture relaxing, her gaze fixed on the title once more before she departs from the ring. Joso watches her retreating figure, all the while digesting the words they shared with one another.)
(The final shot shows Joso in the center of the ring, having the title firmly on his shoulder, before Minerva disappears. Friday Night Dynasty then fades to black, ending the broadcast.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
