(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. A recap of last week’s show is shown off before the shot dissolves onto the live look of the Margaritaville Beach Resort Playa Flamingo. The fans are on the beach, cheering, while a smaller-scale pyrotechnic set pops off by the staging. Afterward, the commentary team is shown off, who are all decked out in tropical shirts, sunhats, and slippers.)
Stew-O: Good evening, and welcome everyone to FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and with me I am joined by my colleagues Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy.
(Jake speaks up after taking a looooong sip of his coconut daiquiri.)
Jake Mercer: Sure are! Ah, no more winter blues. We soaked up the sun, and now, it’s time to have ourselves some fun!
Flannery McCoy: Yeah, but—
(Flannery reaches over and snatches the drink from him.)
Flannery McCoy: —save the drinking for after the show, huh? We’re still at our jobs!
Jake Mercer: :wow: !! Very well…
Stew-O: :mjlol:
(‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep plays, and Michael Machina comes out, the EAW World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. However, the champion isn’t pleased—he’s pissed. His scowl is ever present as he heads toward the ring in the middle of the sandy scenery, and he doesn’t waste time demanding a microphone.)
Jake Mercer: :lupe: !! Meanwhile, someone is a bit too tense even for this job’s expectations! But considering what happened last week, I guess no one can really blame him, huh?
Stew-O: No—not when Kirk Redwood, who we all found out last show will be the next challenger for Michael Machina at Grand Rampage thanks to ongoing conflicts between dual-Iron Survivor winners Drake King and Cy Henderson, took it upon himself to attack Machina and sent his message clearly to him: he plans on defeating him for the title!
Flannery McCoy: Yeah, and as we all know by now, Michael isn’t the kind of man to let anyone get away with getting the jump on him, and that’s why he’s walking out here with a clear purpose! Kirk might want to be a bit careful from here on out.
(The shot pans back to the ring, where Michael stands right in the middle—)
Michael Machina: CUT THE FUCKING MUSIC!
Crowd: !!!??!!!
Stew-O: :Roman:
Jake Mercer: :damn: :damn: :damn:
Flannery McCoy: :lupe: !!
(—and just like that, the Mobb Deep track meets its swift end. Michael starts pacing back and forth, anger cording through his veins as his eyes are glued to the stage area.)
Michael Machina: I’m going to keep this very, and I mean very short, because where I come from, we don’t waste words. When it comes to handling our issues, we get shit done; there’s no point in expanding my energy on elaborating in great detail how annoyed I am when it’s clear as day and that energy can be better used for something else… like me firing a Bullet From Hell on a dumbass who thinks this is going to be his moment all because he’s an impromptu challenger for me.
Michael Machina: But you know what? I will say this: I was curious to see what Kirk Redwood would’ve done when it was made clear he was next in line. We’re no strangers; we’ve faced each other a few times as is this season. However, each encounter has resulted in me getting the win. That’s just how it is. I won’t knock him for the hustle, he clearly believes in himself, and who am I to look down on anyone who’s trying to work earnestly to better themselves? Especially for a guy where the same old tales continue to be spoken about him. However, that tiredness shouldn’t cause anyone to become stupid and desperate. I’ve been knocked down before, but when Kirk did what he did last week and wanted to think he was some grand master planner because of it? That set me off.
(He stretches his arm out to the side.)
Michael Machina: And now? Here we are.
(Michael sneers. His pacing picks up. Voice growing sharper, rougher, and just a bit louder.)
Michael Machina: Here we are where I’m gonna kick some ass and remind people want happens when you play stupid games with the EAW World Heavyweight Champion. Here we are, where I can’t even get to enjoy the fact that I have been dominating the competition for half of the season, and—you know what, no. I said I wasn’t gonna waste my fucking time talking, didn’t I? So let me cut the shit here and now and get straight to the motherfucking point.
(He points to the stage then walks up to the ropes, curling his hand around the top of them until his knuckles turn stark white.)
Michael Machina: Kirk Redwood, you stupid piece of shit! You think because you laid me out, because you beat two people who were way over their heads, because you put Adam out of commission that you’re turning a whole new leaf? No! You’re not! You’re a dumbass that’s gonna get struck down yet AGAIN by me, only this time, it’s going to be a lot worse for you than the last few times! And you have NO ONE TO BLAME FOR THAT HAPPENING BUT YOURSELF!
Michael Machina: BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!
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(No movement.)
Crowd: :comeagain:
Michael Machina: Oh, really? So that’s what we’re doing now, huh? You want to be a rat tucking your tail, eh?
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Michael Machina: Okay. Bet. Let me get there then and meet up with you since you want to do this with me. No problem! It’s fine by ME!
(Michael slams down his microphone, and he’s halfway through the middle ropes—)
???: Wow, champ. Riled up, aren’t ya?
(He turns—and his eyes immediately land on Kirk Redwood within the fans, who boo at his presence. He smirks, whereas Michael? He’s seething. He motions for him to enter the ring immediately, yelling.)
Michael Machina: (off-mic) COME ON! GET IN HERE! GET IN HERE AND TALK THAT SHIT TO MY FACE!
(Kirk, hearing everything, merely shakes his head, a mocking chuckle leaving him.)
Kirk Redwood: Come on, Mike. I thought I was the impromptu challenger that didn’t matter in your eyes, but here you are, going red all because I put you down on your ass. Isn’t that par for the course here? But I guess getting upstaged by me really got you scramblin’ to try and look real tough here in front of these people.
Kirk Redwood: It’s cute. However, it isn’t working, and it damn sure isn’t going to make me back down. Either way you cut it, I earned this match against you when David and Holly couldn’t hack it against me and back up their shit talk. I’ve been on a roll, in fact. This is perhaps the most motivated I’ve been in my career, but this time? That ain’t no wishy-washy talk, son. That’s the truth, and I plan on cementing that at Grand Rampage by pulling off the shock of the century against you.
(Michael shakes his head, disagreeing. Kirk, however, doesn’t take offense, and when he comes up to the steel barricade, rests his forearms against them.)
Kirk Redwood: Six months, after all. Ain’t unusual for ya. Wasn’t that about the same length of time as your last world title run? Impressive. But as the sayin’ goes, all good things must come to an end, and Mike? That end is here.
(He points to himself.)
Kirk Redwood: Courtesy of me.
(Michael’s hands ball into fists.)
Michael Machina: (off-mic) Why am I even wasting time hearing you yap your stupid, crusty lips off? Hold on—
(And Michael slides out of the ring, RUSHING TOWARD KIRK!)
Stew-O: MICHAEL MACHINA HAS HAD ENOUGH! HE’S SPRINTING AHEAD, LOOKING TO CATCH UP—
(CLAAAAANK!!)
Jake Mercer: OH! KIRK JUST THREW A BEER CAN AT HIM! THAT CLUNKED THE CHAMPION RIGHT IN THE FACE—AND I THINK SOME OF THE CONTENTS GOT IN HIS EYES! Michael is trying to wipe off the beer from his face, but… KIRK IS HOPPING UP ON THE BARRICADE! THESZ PRESS TAKES HIM DOWN!
Flannery McCoy: And Kirk is unloading with punches! Just like last week, he’s got the champion in a vulnerable position! But Michael, like a pitbull, isn’t trying to remain dormant; he’s actively fighting against him, looking to use his weight to shift himself from him!
Stew-O: And—he’s able to do it! He shoots up and grabs Kirk by his shirt! He starts throwing some uppercuts! Kirk fires off with punches! BOTH men striking each other as they circle around!
Jake Mercer: Damn! This is some shit you’d see on Zeus Network!
(But then, the fans get louder. Screaming.)
(Kirk and Michael, and their literal whirlwind dance of ass-beating, were getting closer and closer to the poolside area—the deep-end of it, at that.)
Flannery McCoy: WAIT! THEY’RE GONNA FALL IN! THIS HAS TO BE BROKEN UP! I MEAN, KIRK HAS A MATCH COMING UP TONIGHT!
(Michael and Kirk continue to brawl, unaware as they’re so consumed by hurting the other to take notice.)
Crowd: :damn: !!!
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(But then, security rush down the ramp and circle around! They swoop in and grab both men, preventing them from falling while actively separating them!)
Stew-O: And there we go! Security personnel are prying Michael and Kirk from each other!
(Michael had a hold on Kirk’s shirt, but that grip is broken.)
Michael Machina: (Off-mic) NO! GET OUT OF MY WAY! NOW!!
(But more guards swarm in as he tries to rush at Kirk. Redwood, grinning, begins backpedaling.)
Kirk Redwood: It’d be fun to whoop your ass again, Champ, but… I got matters I gotta attend to first.
(And Kirk starts his retreat—only further infuriating the EAW World Heavyweight Champion!)
Jake Mercer: Welp, Michael is gonna blow a fuse any second! Kirk got to slip away, and he is NOT happy!
Flannery McCoy: Yeah. Even if he could’ve gotten hurt all over again in the process, he wanted some measure of revenge—but that escapes him for tonight here on Dynasty.
(The final shot shows a close-up of Michael’s enraged face before Dynasty fades to its first set of commercials.)
(A commercial plays for Raising Cane’s.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Vicious Bliss’ by DeathbyRomy is the first theme to hit and Rei Oboro makes her way out from the back, spinning with her arms outstretched. The crowd isn’t sure what to make of Oboro, as she shuffles down the ramp, staring a hole through every fan with an uncomfortable demeanor. She runs up the steps and swings into the ring, crawling to the bottom rope, slithering to the apron and posing.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Aomori, Japan, she is “THE BEAUTIFUL RAIN” … REIIIII! OOBBBOOORRRROOOOO!!!
(‘Altair’ by INUWASI hits the speakers and Anna Wautier emerges from the back with a massive smile on her face. She wastes no time by running down the ramp, tagging the fans on her way. Anna slides in, climbing the middle rope and posing to the cheers of the audience.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 142 pounds, from Yokohama, Japan, she is “THE THORN PRINCESS” … ANNNNAAAAA! WAUUTTTIIIEERRRRRR!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Wautier and Oboro circle the ring and engage into a tight lock up, where Obroo throws the smaller woman down! Wautier skids across the canvas, not expecting Oboro to use her power so soon in this match. Rei backs up, demanding that Anna get to her feet and take her head-on. This is gonna be a tougher challenge for Wautier against the new Elitist than she expected…
Jake Mercer: Anna rises and bounces off the ropes! SHOULDER BLOCK! But Oboro doesn’t even budge! She points to the ropes and Wautier runs off them again, but once again, ANOTHER SHOULDER BLOCK AND OBORO STAYS STILL! She smirks and now it’s Rei who turns around and runs the ropes!
Flannery McCoy: And she just RUNS through Wautier with a MASSIVE SHOULDER BLOCK! Wautier gets bounced off the canvas and she falls into the ropes! She clings underneath the bottom rope and slides out, and now she’s on the backfoot! Oboro dusts her hands off and Anna rolls into the ring, running into forearms to Oboro! She covers up, shoving Wautier backwards!
Stew-O: Rei runs into a lariat, but Anna captures the arm and twirls underneath, spinning into a sole kick to the ribs. Wautier runs the ropes, but Rei runs with her! Oboro bounces off and throws another lariat, Wautier ducks underneath and throws a roundhouse kick! Oboro stumbles, and now it’s Wautier who springboards to the ropes and looks to fly into a crossbody–
Jake Mercer: But she’s caught and Oboro swings her around into a backbreaker! Wautier hits the mat hard, holding her back in agony! Rei rises and drags her up, and she wraps her arms around her waist, TOSSING her with a german suplex halfway across the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Wautier is in a bad way right now, and Oboro knows it. She rises to her feet and reaches for Wautier, who once again… rolls underneath the bottom rope. Rei grabs Wautier by the hair and slowly pulls her up, but Anna finds some space with a hotshot! Oboro falls backwards and Anna runs up the turnbuckles! She prepares herself, and flies with a MISSILE DROPKICK! DOWN GOES OBORO! FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH!
OOONNNEEEE!
Stew-O: But she kicks out early! Anna transitions and grabs the arm, hooking her into a keylock. Rei grimaces, as Anna is wrenching on that arm. The referee asks if she wants to give up, but she profusely shakes her head. Anna continues to apply pressure on the hold, but Rei rolls to her fours and slowly begins to push up with Wautier still wrapped around her body…
Jake Mercer: And she runs Wautier backwards into the turnbuckles! Anna falls to her feet and Rei quickly runs off the ropes, sending a BOOT RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF ANNA! She ragdolls off of the impact, and Rei pulls her up! She grabs Anna in a front facelock and scoops her up, for a vertical suplex—no! Wautier floats over! She leaps onto the back and applies a bodyscissors, trying a sleeper this time! Wautier is doing everything in her power to tire Rei out…
Flannery McCoy: However, it’s no use as Rei runs backwards and squishes Wautier into the turnbuckles! Anna releases her and falls to a seated position on the bottom turnbuckle, holding her ribs. Rei quickly runs to the turnbuckles across the ring and bounces off as she looks for a corner body avalanche—
Stew-O: WAUTIER WITH A DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! Oboro bounces off, and now Wautier leaps to her feet! She propels herself up to her feet and runs into a ROLLING THUNDER SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! ANOTHER COVER!
OOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWW—
Jake Mercer: Only for Oboro to get her shoulder up again! Anna rises and she follows Rei up to her feet. She throws a chest kick, and Oboro grimaces. Wautier throws another one—but she’s caught this time! Rei spins her around, and she takes her out with a LARIAT! NEARLY FLIPPED WAUTIER INSIDE OUT! THAT WAS NASTY!
Flannery McCoy: Rei drags Wautier up and grabs her by the head, scooping her up high in the air as she throws her across the ring! Wautier rolls over and slowly rises, Oboro bounces her off the ropes with a NASTY elbow smash! She takes the wrist and irish whips her across the ring. Oboro bounces off for more momentum…
Stew-O: AND SHE JUST RUNS THROUGH WAUTIER WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE! You have to admit, this is impressive athleticism! Wautier is down, and Rei crawls over, hooking the legs for what could be the end of this match!
OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: WAUTIER GETS HER SHOULDER UP IN TIME! That was a close call, and Oboro shakes her head. She drags Wautier up and presses her up in the air. She walks around the ring, and throws Wautier throat-first off the top rope from a military press toss! Wautier bounces off and spins right into Oboro…
Stew-O: Who hooks the body and heaves her up high in the air! ‘PREORDAINED!’ THE CAPTURE SUPLEX SENDS WAUTIER! GOODNESS! Oboro rolls over and she hooks the legs! This one might be over quick, and what a win this could be for Oboro!
OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM ANNA! This one’s not over just yet! She rolls onto her fours, slapping the canvas repeatedly! Oboro rises up to her feet and she drags Wautier up as well. Rei isn’t done just yet, as she grabs Anna into a front facelock!
Stew-O: However, Anna quickly tries to drag her down with an inside cradle! Oboro slaps her chest, forcing Wautier to fall onto her back, and Oboro leaps into a MASSIVE SENTON—CRUSHING THE RIBS OF WAUTIER! Wautier rolls over, kicking her legs on the mat in agony! Rei drags Wautier up and she’s not done yet!
Flannery McCoy: She scoops Wautier up over her shoulder and tackles her into the turnbuckles! She follows up with repeated shoulder barrages! Anna groans out in pain, Rei takes the wrist and sends her across the ring! She runs across for another shoulder barrage—
Jake Mercer: BUT ANNA MOVES! OBORO GOES SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE RING POST! Wautier hangs onto the ropes and she spins out from pendulum position, bringing Oboro down with a school boy! She rolls her through! Oboro is trying to get up…
Stew-O: Wautier catches her with a beautiful basement dropkick to the head! Oboro rolls away, clutching her forehead. She rises to her feet, in a dazed state as she turns back around to Anna who’s waiting on her… ‘PARADISE KISS!’ THE HEADBUTT CONNECTS! Oboro was already dizzy from the dropkick to the head and that headbutt just did her in! Wautier drops down, hooking the legs!
OOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM OBORO! Anna rolls away, and she doesn’t seem to be happy this match is continuing! Oboro rolls away as well, and both of these women are using the ropes to rise up to their feet…
Stew-O: Forearm from Wautier! Oboro sends one of her own, and Wautier falls to her knees! Anna is hurting right now, but she pops up and throws another one! Oboro staggers, but then she throws another! Once again, Wautier falls over! But she’s using that to fuel her! She rises up and winds her arm back…
Flannery McCoy: ANOTHER FOREARM! Oboro shakes her head! She sends Wautier back with a big forearm to the jaw! Wautier bounces off the ropes and she leaps into a forearm this time! Another one! And another one! Oboro is teetering right now!
Jake Mercer: But she sends a knee to the body of Wautier! She takes the head and lifts her up! ‘SHATTERED PILLAR!’ THE SUPLEX POWERBO—NO!
Stew-O: HURRICANRANA FROM WAUTIER! SHE SENDS OBORO ACROSS THE RING! Rei holds her back, slowly rising up! She swings for Wautier, who ducks underneath! She swings again! Wautier ducks, and elbows her into the ropes! It’s Oboro who bounces off this time…
Jake Mercer: AND WAUTIER USES HER MOMENTUM AGAINST HER, AS SHE HEAVES HER UP WITH ALL OF HER MIGHT FOR ‘MODERN TRAGEDY!’ SHE LANDED RIGHT ON HER HEAD! COVER FROM WAUTIER!
OOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!
TTHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, ANNNAAA!! WAUTTTIIERRRRR!!!
(Anna rolls off of Oboro, breathing heavily after a tough bout with a much bigger opponent. She rises to her feet and the referee takes her wrist, raising it up. The fans cheer Wautier, who nods her head profusely after getting the win.)
Stew-O: And Anna Wautier gets it done! This was quite the showing for Rei Oboro in her first showing on Dynasty, but it wasn’t enough to secure her the victory after all and Wautier leaves this one on top!
Jake Mercer: You’ve gotta keep an eye out for Oboro after this one, though. She’s clearly got impeccable balance between her power and speed, and that may be disaster for many of the Elitists on the Dynasty roster.
Flannery McCoy: Nonetheless, Anna continues to build momentum and that is fantastic to see play out!
(A commercial plays for Turbo Tax.)
(Fading in back from commercials, Michael Belfort—suited up in a cargo pants and polo shirt ensemble with a straw hat to complete the look—stands with his microphone.)
Michael Belfort: Good evening everyone, and welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty! I am here with none other than Limmy Monaghan moments before his scheduled match against Kirk Redwood, and Limmy… the last time we saw you at Operation: Doomsday, not only did you not become Iron Survivor, but the disappointing nature in the result allowed for some things to spill out in the aftermath.
(That’s when a brief recap plays. Limmy, along with Methuselah and Rex McAllister, are gobsmacked by losing and there being dual-Iron Survivors in Cy Henderson and Drake King. Frustration bloomed, and all three argued before they’d brawl shortly after.)
(After the recap ends, Limmy himself is seen in full view, remaining displeased. Hands on his hips, all he can do is nod slowly, bitterly, as the memory of everything.)
Limmy Monaghan: It did, didn’t it?
Michael Belfort: I know it may be a lot, especially when you’re focused on tonight, but—if it’s not too much trouble, are you able to indulge briefly in your plans? We’re in the full swing of Pain for Pride season now, and many wonder what’s going on in your mind. Any goals?
(There’s a thin line of silence that stretches between the two before he replies.)
Limmy Monaghan: … what can I say? It feels like anytime I’ve spoken, tried to provide an answer I felt like was sufficient for the moment, those same answers turned out to be lies. It’s frustrating. When I was drafted back to this brand, the same one I ruled, the same one I conquered and defied my own prior fate in order to be the true Leader for it, I thought things would line up once more. However, here we are, and with the tail end of the season rapidly approaching… for the first time in my career, I’m at a lost.
Limmy Monaghan: I wouldn’t say I’m pessimistic. No. I don’t even think a part of myself like that could ever exist, not with everything I’ve achieved. However? Operation: Doomsday was not a great reflection of me and the expectations I’ve carved out for myself. To say it was disappointing would be putting it lightly. And I must admit, it remains frustrating all the same… but, unlike some people, at least I have enough composure remaining wherein I never needed to lash out like a child when things didn’t work out for me on that night.
Michael Belfort: And you’re referring to Methuselah, I presume.
(A pause.)
(Then, an answer.)
Limmy Monaghan: Of course. But, seeing as how this season has been all that beneficial for him either, I’m beginning to wonder if it may be better we cease calling him that and refer to him as Ryan.
Michael Belfort: :lupe:
(Limmy’s eyes narrow at the thought of him.)
Limmy Monaghan: At least I am self aware. I don’t carry myself with any bit of grandeur. Though I remain firm that I can be at the top once I’m able to sift through the fog and remember what it’s like to take the reins of this brand, he has only continued to devolve into a maddening mess. He is the greatest, bar none, but even those of us who have been able to attain such a role have to do some self reflection now and again. But, does he ever? No, unless it’s to his benefit. But at least that facade cracked a few weekends ago, and he continued to show how much of a thin-skinned fool he is.
Limmy Monaghan: At the very least, I can learn to move on for the better. I do aim to be a participant in this year’s Grand Rampage…
(And that elicits a resounding response from the fans—but that wasn’t the only cause for it…)
Limmy Monaghan: … meanwhile, I guess he can retire and experiment with a more domesticated lifestyle since his wife is already doing all of the heavy lifting in the relationship.
Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn: !!
(Michael is left speechless. However, before he could recuperate, Limmy bids him a nod farewell and heads on out. Michael watches, and from there, the shot fades to the ringside area.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(The Weight by Amigo the Devil began blaring through the beach speaker to a loud mixed reaction as Kirk Redwood stormed out from behind the stage curtains into the bright sunlight with an intense glare on his face; he slapped himself to awaken his fighting spirit as he made his march down to the ring.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the DOG OF WAR… KIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: And the beach show continues with a man whose stormy attitude contrasts the light out here!
Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood has never looked more focused, and that’s for good reason as he aims to target Michael Machina for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Jake Mercer: What better opponent to go up against in preparation of that match than the Ace, one of the wrestlers that Machina toppled in this reign of his?
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes began blaring through the beach speakers to tremendous cheers as Limmy Monaghan sauntered out onto the stage, basking in the light before narrowing his eyes down at Kirk and making his way towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Golden Beach, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds… he is THE ACE, LIMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! MONAGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Jake Mercer: :blessed:
Stew-O: The Ace definitely looks intense tonight, and it’s no surprise when you hear what he had to say!
Flannery McCoy: Needless to say, the Ace doesn’t think highly of the Dog of War and he’ll be looking to brutalize him tonight!
Jake Mercer: If Limmy is able to get the victory here against the man aiming for the title, that’ll set him back on the path as well! That’s just what we need from Limommy; he’s sorta got a homefield advantage here, since this is a beach and he’s from the GOLDEN beach! Eh? Eh?
Stew-O: Cease and desist.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! The Ace and the Dog of War are going head to head here, and the two elitists are staring daggers through each other as they make their way out of their respective corners!
Flannery McCoy: They slowly circle the ring, fingers wiggling as they aim for the right time to lunge… and they do so at the same time! They lock up with a collar and elbow tie up and begin jockeying for position against each other; there’s barely any difference in their weight, so they’re relatively evenly matched… but Limmy manages to slip under Kirk’s arm and apply a rear waist lock!
Jake Mercer: OH! But a sudden back elbow from the dog of war, followed by yet another, causes Limmy to release the waist lock, and KIRK FOLLOWS UP WITH A STIFF SLAP ACROSS THE FACE! Such disrespect of our almighty Ace!
Stew-O: But Limmy just laughs in the face of Kirk Redwood! I don’t think Limmy finds it funny, though… that sounds like a murderous laugh if I’ve ever heard one!
Flannery McCoy: The Ace shakes his head before he raises both of his arms back up, goading Kirk into yet another lockup… and he does, but the Ace shifts like the speed of light as he suddenly crouches down and launches Kirk right into the mat with a hip toss before Kirk even knew what was happening!
Jake Mercer: Kirk scrambles back up without a moment of hesitation, but Limmy certainly doesn’t hesitate as he lurches forward and connects with a European uppercut that sends Redwood stumbling back into the ropes! He rebounds off those ropes, though, and rushes back in to connect with a stiff leg kick right to the leg of Limmy!
Stew-O: This is turning into a real slobberknocker here as Limmy eats the kick and responds in kind with a forearm to the jaw… and then a European uppercut from Kirk back to Limmy! This started off with a lockup but these two are just beating the hell out of each other now!
Flannery McCoy: When you’re facing the Dog of War, it’s a dogfight that you’re gonna get! Kirk fires off two quick jabs before another uppercut, but Limmy catches the uppercut and uses the arm to spin Kirk out to disorient him! Kirk shakes his head, trying to recuperate from the dizziness, but all he ends up feeling is his chest getting lit up with a sudden flurry of chops from the Ace!
Jake Mercer: The chops end up causing Kirk to stagger back into the corner just from the sheer relentless force of Limmy! Limmy grabs his wrist and looks to Irish whip him across the ring, but Kirk reverses the Irish whip, causing Limmy to get sent running into the ropes! Limmy rebounds and rushes straight for Kirk, but as Limmy goes to execute a clothesline, Kirk goes low and grabs both of Limmy’s legs, using them to execute a double leg takedown to bring Limmy crashing down onto the canvas with authority!
Stew-O: He keeps his grip on Limmy’s legs and uses them to flip Limmy onto his midsection in a prone position before snaking his way over to the side of Limmy’s body and begins executing grounded knee smashes to the ribs of Limmy Monaghan!
Flannery McCoy: He’s got a grip on the other side of Limmy’s body, making sure that all the energy from those knee smashes stay right in the ribs of Limmy! This is a BRUTAL match so far, certainly not one with style but one where both wrestlers are looking to hurt the hell out of each other!
Jake Mercer: Limommy manages to flail hard enough to shove Kirk off of him before he rolls over and scrambles to a kneeling position before clutching at his ribs, feeling the pain of those knee smashes! Kirk crouches down before rushing to connect with yet another knee smash to the kneeling Ace, this time aimed at the face– BUT LIMMY MANAGES TO SIDE ROLL, EVADING THE ATTACK!
Stew-O: Some quick movement by the Ace there causes Kirk to lose his balance and stumble forward, giving Limmy the opening to slide in from behind and grab Kirk by the waist, hoisting him up before PLANTING him with a back suplex! Kirk arches his back after that rough landing, but he’s still been in the lead so far with those trapped strikes, and it reflects as he manages to stagger up relatively quickly!
Flannery McCoy: The Ace isn’t one to take such an onslaught lying down, though, because he takes a skipping step before spinning and connecting with a HEAVY roundhouse kick to the chest that sends Kirk staggering back into the corner! Limmy grits his teeth through the pain in his ribs as he rushes forward and follows up with a TREMENDOUS running European uppercut to the cornered Kirk! I think I almost saw Kirk’s head snap off his body with that one!
Jake Mercer: Kirk definitely got rocked by that one, looking groggy as hell as Limmy yanks him out of the corner before spinning behind him and DROPPING him with a snap neckbreaker! He uses that to go for the pinfall, perhaps banking on the Dog of War being too dazed to be able to kick out! The referee slides in to count it!
ONEEEEEEE!
TWO-
Stew-O: But an emphatic kickout from the Dog of War shows that he will NOT be going down that easily!
Flannery McCoy: No matter how much Limmy disrespected him in his video, from the look on his face it seems he wasn’t truly expecting Kirk to go down that easily either; he grabs the Dog of War by his wrist and drags him forcefully back to his feet, looking to keep control of this match… but Kirk connects with a knee to the ribs as he was getting dragged up! Limmy doubles over in pain, putting his head right in position for a vicious 12-6 elbow right to the roof of the Ace’s head!
Jake Mercer: Limmy clutches at his head in pain, but Kirk doesn’t let him get a moment of respite as he pries those hands off his head and uses them to pull Limmy right into position for a Saito suplex, dumping Limmy haphazardly onto the canvas! Limmy starts to roll away towards the ropes, but Kirk stops him in place with a knee drop pinning him down onto the canvas with all his body weight!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOO-
Stew-O: But a kickout from the Ace that comes about just as quickly and emphatically as that of the Dog of War! They’re both still in this, it seems! Kirk grunts as he drags Limmy back up to a standing position before SNAPPING the Ace back with a snap suplex, doubling down on the suplex strat… and it looks like he’s trying to chain a third one in there as he pulls Limmy back up in the same position!
Flannery McCoy: OH, but turns out that was a bad move because Limmy had that tactic scouted, spinning behind Kirk as he was getting dragged up and LAUNCHING Kirk back with a tremendous release German suplex! That’s some freakish strength from the Ace, launching all 210 pounds of the Dog of War across the ring like he was a toy! That creates some distance between the two of them, but Limmy isn’t quick to get back to his feet… neither is Kirk, after that suplex!
Jake Mercer: All of the strikes and throws they’ve launched each other’s way seem to be weighing them down as they both start to stagger up, holding their bodies in pain but refusing to give up the chance at victory here tonight! It looks like Limmy was able to get to his feet first, and he makes his way across the length of the ring as quickly as he can, trying to catch the legs of Kirk and turn him over into a submission hold… but Kirk doesn’t even give us the chance to see what it would’ve been because he twists his hips and kicks Limmy off!
Stew-O: The Ace stumbles into the ropes… but he rebounds and springs back just as Kirk gets to his feet, and he CONNECTS WITH A HEADBUTT TO THE DOG OF WAR! That completely decimates Kirk, and with all the force Limmy put behind it, seems to have hurt the Ace quite a bit too as he falls on top of Kirk with an inadvertent pin attempt!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flannery McCoy: But no matter how hard that headbutt connected, Kirk still managed to kick out of it, pushing Limmy off! Limmy plops right next to him, breathing hard as he clutches at his forehead, while Kirk manages to use his proximity to the ropes to use them for leverage to get back to his feet quicker than Limmy! Nice ring awareness!
Jake Mercer: Limmy doesn’t stay down for long, pushing himself up off the mat and starts to use his knees to get back to a standing position… but his arms suddenly get snatched out from in front of him and pulled back into a double chickenwing hold before Kirk arches back and PLANTS him with a vicious tiger suplex!
Stew-O: Now Limmy is closer to the ropes, and he ends up rolling out from underneath them onto the apron! Kirk doesn’t stir from the canvas after executing that tiger suplex, taking the moment to recuperate just as Limmy does on the apron… but Kirk manages to rise up first!
Flannery McCoy: He leans out from between the middle and top rope, dragging Limmy up by his hair on the apron… but before Limmy stands up straight, he suddenly lurches forward and connects with a shoulder barge between the ropes to Kirk, causing the Dog of War to stagger back in pain!
Jake Mercer: That seems to have angered Kirk who rushes forward… but Limmy is back on his feet and connects with a stiff forearm smash that rocks the Dog of War! Kirk stumbles but Limmy grabs his head and pulls him in for a THIRD strike, a vicious elbow smash to the jaw, and THAT sends Kirk staggering back towards the center of the ring, groggy as can be!
Stew-O: Limmy seems to have recovered control of the match and starts to step into the ring… HEY WAIT A MINUTE! WHO THE HELL?!
Flannery McCoy: IT’S METHUSELAH! HE JUST RUSHED THROUGH THE CROWD AND HOPPED THE BARRICADE, GRABBING LIMMY’S ANKLE BEFORE LIMMY MADE IT BACK INTO THE RING!
Jake Mercer: Was he lounging at the beach? The chairman just saw his old rival the Ace and decided to interfere!
Stew-O: Limmy, infuriated, kicks Methuselah’s hand away… the referee was focused on checking on Kirk in the middle of the ring and didn’t see a thing! Limmy starts to turn around– BUT KIRK GRABS LIMMY’S ARM FROM BEHIND, SPINNING HIM OUT BEFORE–
Flannery McCoy: GOD GUN! GOD GUN! THE RIPCORD RIGHT HOOK JUST KNOCKED LIMMY MONAGHAN THE HELL OUT! THAT’S THE STRONGEST MOVE IN KIRK’S ARSENAL!
Jake Mercer: KIRK DROPS ONTO LIMMY AND HOOKS BOTH LEGS! IT’S OVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL… KIIIIIIIRK! REEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: A controversial finish to say the least, but at the end of the day, the Dog of War just got a big victory over the Ace of the company, Limmy Monaghan!
Jake Mercer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flannery McCoy: Like it or hate it, Kirk saw his spot and capitalized… that’s the type of ruthlessness you need to be able to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, and Kirk just showed he has exactly what is neede- OH MY GOD!
Stew-O: BULLET FROM HELL! BULLET FROM HELL! MACHINA JUST SPRINTED OUT AND SLID INTO THE RING, SPEARING THE BOOTS OFF OF KIRK IN ONE FLUID MOTION!
Flannery McCoy: PAYBACK FOR BEFORE! KIRK REDWOOD MAY HAVE TAKEN AIM AT MACHINA, BUT MACHINA JUST SHOWED THAT YOU DON’T TARGET HIM WITHOUT FACING THE CONSEQUENCES!
(The video feed lingers as the World Heavyweight Champion rises to his feet, glaring down at Kirk Redwood after the spear, all while Methuselah keeps his attention locked on the fallen Limmy from ringside, before the feed fades to black.)
(The video feed fades backstage with the Matriarch, KASAI, sauntering through the halls with the utmost poise and menace… before she turns the corner and bumps into none other than Raven Roberts.)
KASAI: Well, well, well… the Bird that is Prey emerges. You survived me before, but are you looking to force my hand to rectify that and turn you into roadkill where you stand?
Raven Roberts: Shut the hell up and listen. This whole ‘Matriarch’ image you’ve built for yourself doesn’t mean a thing to me, because when people make themselves my problem, I take care of it no matter who they think they are. So, let me make sure you understand this as clear as day.
(Raven prods her index finger right into the sternum of the Matriarch, whose eyes flit down to Raven’s finger before rising back to meet the Bird of Prey’s own eyes.)
Raven Roberts: I am coming for you. And I am going to make sure that this doesn’t end until you get what’s coming to you. Understand?
(The Matriarch laughs in response; less of a hearty laugh and more of a derisive chortle, all before she raises her chin as though she’s truly looking down at Raven.)
KASAI: You must be joking. You’re going to go after me? Is that supposed to be a threat or are you just trying to serve yourself up as a career for me to end? Because when I told you I wouldn’t hesitate to end you, THAT was no joke… it was a guarantee. Your puppy-dog of a man was wrong when he said I just survived you, because the only thing that matters in an industry of power is who exerted it over the other. I left you writhing on the ground with all the EMT’s in the arena worrying about your health.
KASAI: Do you know who was worrying about me? Not a single person, because I didn’t give them a reason to. I would be more than happy to show those medical professionals that their work can be rendered pointless in an instant, because the next thing I do to you will be IRREPARABLE.
Raven Roberts: My god, you are a DISGRACE to that Empress of Elite crown; I can’t fathom someone taking so much pride in acting like a cowardly bitch, all while you dress it up like you’re some dominant force. If you want to see what a real dominant force is, you would square up in that ring, because when that happens, none of these petty mind games are going to help you for a second when I Talon you out of your little Matriarch delusion and flip your personality once again.
KASAI: Ohoho! Such fiery words from the fire in ‘Fire and Ice’… but you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not exactly shaking in my boots. After all, fire is theoretically the more dangerous of the two, but when you put the cute little metaphor aside, there’s one member of that team that’s truly considered a legend of the industry. The other wants to be considered one with all their heart.
KASAI: And in case you’re too stupid to be self aware, I’ll clear it up for you; that industry legend isn’t you. You’re the one left behind in all the conversations, the add-on, the one that never really gets referred to in the same sense of veneration.
(KASAI mockingly taps her finger on her chin.)
KASAI: Come to think of it, maybe THAT’S why you’re so intent on facing me. Slaying the Matriarch, the Empress of Elite, may be what you think you need in order to elevate yourself… but it’s best if you understand this before you do something you’ll regret. I can beat the better half of Fire and Ice… so, what chance do you think YOU stand against me?
KASAI: You’ll always just be the second best in a team of two. Always the climber, never the queen of the mountain. And if you’re too stupid to remember that, I’ll be more than happy to show you that in the main event, because like your tag matches usually go, you won’t be the primary reason for victory–
(Raven suddenly shoves KASAI back, having heard enough. KASAI retaliates, shoving Raven back as well, but before things can escalate any further, some nearby security guards rush in and pry them apart, leaving so much tension in the air that you could cut it with a knife. The video feed slowly fades to black.)
(A commercial plays for Grand Rampage.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show a shot of the Margaritaville Beach Resort Playa Flamingo, with the crowd murmuring in anticipation for what is to come. After a moment, ‘In My Blood’ by The Score begins to play up, causing the crowd to erupt in response. The camera goes over to the stage, as Rex McAllister is seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a smirk on his face, taking a moment to glance around at the beautiful scenery here tonight at the beach, before he then begins to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!!!!! THE LIONHEART… REXXXXX MCCCALLLISSTERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week, Rex McAllister was interviewed by our own Michael Belfort on what transpired at Operation: Doomsday. For the Hall of Famer, despite what happened, he knew that he had to push on and continue forward, knowing that we are on the road to Pain For Pride, and no matter how he feels, the window of opportunity is going to continue to close. But what he said didn’t exactly come without its interruptions.
Flannery McCoy: Kassidy Heart would end up confronting him during his interview, questioning him about the comments that he made during the Iron Survivor build. Needless to say, Rex didn’t back down on a single thing he said, prompting Kassidy to leave off on making it known that he’s making a big mistake. Rex is making his way out to the ring tonight, and it seems like he’s looking to address Kassidy even further tonight.
Jake Mercer: But it’s as Kassidy said, he’d better be careful what she wishes for! He’s not just calling out anyone; he’s calling out The MAULER. And if he’s not anything less than his A-game, then he’s fucked. But I don’t think we need to question whether or not Rex was going to give it his all against anyone that he’s up against.
(Rex makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘In My Blood’ begins to come to a close. He makes his way toward the center of the ring, and after a moment, he raises his microphone as he begins to speak.)
Rex McAllister: I stated it last week, but I’m opportunistic heading into Pain For Pride. It’s so easy to lose hope in a time like this, especially when you’ve taken the blows that I’ve had this season. I don’t blame you if you were in my shoes and decided to tap out. But for me? I’ve never known what that word is. Giving up has never been in my DNA, and I don’t plan on starting now just because the tide has started to rise. I’ve been here before in my career, the point where I feel like I am so close to a World Championship, yet every single time I get there, it slips through my fingers; it’s not foreign to me. Yet every single time this adversity has come my way, I’ve pushed through it. I’ve passed in soaring colors, and no matter what happens next, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
(The crowd cheers loudly as Rex begins to pace around, taking a moment to think to himself before going on.)
Rex McAllister: This brings me to what went down last week. The events that occurred involving myself and Kassidy Heart. I don’t blame her for taking my words the wrong way; she felt slighted and disrespected, especially considering the time that we’ve shared in this company, and she expected more out of me. But at the same time, I’m not going to change how I feel just because someone had a problem with it. I’m not going to lie because the person in question took it the wrong way. My intentions were clear, and it was no offense to her, but my way was directly to Michael Machina and the World Heavyweight Championship. It’s why, as soon as this match was announced, I made my way out to the ring and gave him the proper respect that he deserves, and it’s why I do believe if a World Championship match falls into my hands again, there’s a part of me that hopes it’s against him.
(Rex pauses, composing himself as he looks at the hard camera, before going on.)
Rex McAllister: My story started at Road To Redemption when I came up short in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s not done just yet. If Kassidy Heart wants to get in the way of that and try to tell me what I should believe about the World Championship picture here on Friday Night Dynasty, then she must have her perception of me mistaken. I don’t want to cause any problems with her, but if I am pushed, I won’t be afraid to push back, and if this is the road we’re going down, so be it.
(The crowd cheers once more as Rex turns his attention toward the stage, gesturing toward the backstage area as he begins to speak.)
Rex McAllister: But that’s my opinion. And when it comes down to it, how I feel is null and void compared to how Kassidy feels about it. So I’m inviting her down to this ring, and we can either talk about this cordially or handle this the way that I think this is going to be handled. The choice is all yours, Mauler.
(Rex lowers his microphone as he backs up a couple of paces toward the center of the ring. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as they await the arrival of Kassidy Heart, but after a moment… it appears as though it’s not going to happen.)
Jake Mercer: It appears Kassidy Heart isn’t here tonight. I don’t even know how she made it last week; her brain must be mush!
Stew-O: Regardless, I think it’s safe to say that Rex has drawn her attention, and if it’s not tonight when we hear from her, it’s certainly going to be sometime soon.
(Rex nods his head, quite accepting of it, as he raises the microphone.)
Rex McAllister: Alright, well-
Flannery McCoy: OH! KASSIDY’S HERE! SHE JUST SLID INTO THE RING AND DELIVERED A LOW BLOW TO REX MCALLISTER!
(Rex crumbles down to the mat, as he groans in pain. The camera pans up to show Kassidy Heart, who, despite the beachy occasion, has on a high-end designer pantsuit and is certainly not here to talk. Rex slowly tries to make his way back up to his feet, but she isn’t done.)
Jake Mercer: AND SHE FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH PAINFULLY EVER AFTER! THE CURB STOMP CONNECTS!
Stew-O: But she isn’t done either! She mounts on top of him and begins to rain down bludgeoning strikes directly to the bridge of Rex’s nose! What the hell is all of this for?!
(Kassidy grabs the collar of Rex’s shirt and violently rips it open, the fabric tearing as she exposes his chest. She drags her perfectly manicured nails down his chest, leaving deep, red scratch marks as a half-unconscious Rex cries in pain. She then grabs him by the hair, hauling him up and mercilessly discarding him through the middle rope and to the outside of the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: I’ll tell you what this is for! She took what Rex said to heart, and now she’s making sure that he never makes that mistake again. Rex is trying to pull himself up to his feet using the barricade, BUT KASSIDY FOLLOWS THAT UP AS SHE RUSHES FORWARD AND DELIVERS A KNEE DIRECTLY TO HIS ABDOMEN!
Jake Mercer: Rex crumbles down to the ground, and Kassidy has him by the neck and is beginning to drag him toward our announcer’s table, BEFORE SLAMMING HIS FACE DIRECTLY AGAINST THE TOP OF IT! And she’s continuing to slam him repeatedly against the front of our table! Someone needs to get out of here and stop this!
(But the reality is that nobody is here to stop this, at least not anytime soon. Kassidy grabs a hold of Rex by the hair again, as she pulls him up, whispering something into his ear that is not caught by the camera. She then immediately transitions…)
Stew-O: OH MY GOD! SHE SINKS HER TEETH DIRECTLY INTO THE FLESH ABOVE HIS EYEBROW! THERE’S NO NEED FOR THIS, IS THERE?!
Flannery McCoy: You try telling her that, Stew!
(Rex screams in agony, wildly flailing his arms to push her away, but Kassidy holds the bite for several seconds, and when she finally pulls away, her teeth are stained crimson. A deep gash has been opened above Rex’s eyes, and blood is immediately pouring down his face and onto his chest. Kassidy runs her thumb across her own bloody lips, tasting it with a sadistic smirk.)
Jake Mercer: We finally have some help coming out here! Officials and security are trying their best to stop this, but it just might be too late!
(A handful of personnel rush down the ramp, shouting for Kassidy to back away. But she swiftly turns to them, her bloody face contorted in rage.)
Stew-O: KASSIDY RUSHES FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH A RAPTURE TO THE FACE OF ONE OF THE SECURITY GUARDS! THE BOOT CONNECTS!
(The rest of the security guards freeze in terror, backing up and not wanting any part of that. Once she’s satisfied, she turns her attention back toward Rex, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him toward the steps. She kicks the top half of the steps off, leaving the heavy base exposed. She then grabs Rex, who is barely conscious and actively bleeding out, and positions his head sideways, pressing his skull flush against the steps, eerily similar to what happened to her at Operation: Doomsday.)
Flannery McCoy: Come on! There’s no need for this! Stop it!
(Kassidy ignores the pleas from everyone around her. She reaches for a chair from the timekeeper’s area before turning around and walking over to his defenseless body.)
Jake Mercer: Kassidy raises the chair over her head!
Stew-O: NO-
(CRASH!)
Flannery McCoy: KASSIDY SLAMS THE CHAIR DIRECTLY DOWN ONTO THE HEAD OF REX MCALLISTER!
(Kassidy staggers back due to the sheer impact, with the sound reverberating throughout the arena. The crowd, despite the lively atmosphere, has now gone dead silent. Rex’s body goes completely limp, sliding down the side of the steps into a motionless, bloody heap on the floor. EMTs immediately rush past the terrified officials, swarming the lifeless body of Rex McAllister. Kassidy doesn’t even flinch; the only thing she does is drop the chair down onto the floor.)
Stew-O: I… I am speechless.
Jake Mercer: I TOLD you. You try to step up to The Mauler, then you’d better be ready! Rex McAllister paid the consequences for what he did! Now, he might not even get a chance to retaliate! Shit, he might not even have a career after this!
(With blood still smeared across her face and her designer suit completely ruined, Kassidy’s rage has somehow subsided to a chilling calm. She makes her way into the ring, as she takes the steps, folding them as she sets them at the center of the ring… merely taking a seat.)
Flannery McCoy: It’s… one hell of a statement.
(Kassidy crosses her legs, resting her hands on her knees, as a sickening, bloody smirk slowly creeps onto her face as the medical personnel are still seen tending to Rex in the background. As The Mauler continues to watch the chaos that she created, Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to black.)
(A commercial plays for the NCAA.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Ghost Myself’ by DIAMANTE can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly for the arrival of Raven Roberts. Raven has a more enthusiastic expression for the brief moment, until ‘NAKAMURA’ by Lil Uzi Vert can be heard throughout the speakers, as the audience lets their voices be heard once more with the arrival of KASAI. The Empress of Elite takes in the atmosphere, before Raven keeps her focus on the match to come as she walks down the ramp first.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, THE TEAM OF EMPRESS OF ELITE, KASAI, & RAVEN ROBERTS!!!
Stew-O: And here we are, as these two elitists have already been able to do battle against one another before & now find themselves on quite the complicated wavelength tonight as they have to work together in this main event.
Flannery McCoy: Will certainly be a rather awkward match for them to partake in, but they are both familiar with having to work alongside their rivals in the past as well. This should have the chance of panning out well if they can work together!
(‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience responds with positive reception toward Winona Hendrickson. She looks toward the crowd with a nod, as ‘Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous can be heard throughout the speakers as the crowd allows their reactions to be heard. Effy McCoy emerges from the back as the new Interwire Champion nods to herself in the wake of the main event to come.)
Stephie Love: Introducing their opponents! THE TEAM OF WINONA HENDRICKSON, AND EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION, EFFY MCAVOY!!!
Stew-O: And here we have another united front that will certainly be becoming much more acclimated with one another as the weeks rage on, the Interwire Championship will become quite the glaring matter at hand for the both of them.
Jake Mercer: But tonight? They’ve got to work together and make sure that they can knock off two very strong elitists here tonight, momentum will be important for them just as much as any singles victory can be, which we are bound to see how this takes place soon!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! The main event of Dynasty is now kicking off right here as KASAI & Raven Roberts are able to take on the current Interwire Champion Effy McAvoy & Winona Hendrickson! KASAI & Winona have decided to begin this match, as the two women step forward briefly—Winona keeps a steady look toward KASAI as they are here to get things in motion. Both women begin to pace around the ring as they’re looking to exemplify the effort that’s expected of them, as they now lock horns with a quick collar and elbow tie-up to ensure this match can kick off in proper fashion!
Flannery McCoy: And of course, both women are adamant as ever in their individual approaches as they’re now trying to push the other opponent forward, with ample time being made to see who will give way & surmount the necessary advantage for any control control to be made here.. which appears to be falling in the favor of KASAI, who is soon backing Winona into the corner as the referee is now counting down while KASAI doesn’t waste too much time in backing himself away! Both of their hands are raised as they allow this beginning to remain cordial while KASAI grins widely, back to their pacing they go before looking to reach forward!
Jake Mercer: But KASAI ducks Winona’s reach & as soon as Winona is turning himself around—THERE IT IS! A side kick from KASAI lands across the chest of Winona King as now Winona’ is wincing back slightly, but she’s willing to go toe-to-toe with KASAI as she now sends a CHOP ACROSS HER CHEST! KASAI is certainly gonna enjoy this exchange as she winced slightly as well, but not before aiming for ANOTHER KICK ACROSS her CHEST! Winona doesn’t slow himself down either as she’s able to send another chop toward KASAI!!! Both elitists are exchanging chops for as long as they can here—‘BUT A SWIFT & HEATED STRIKE FROM KASAI STOPS WINONA!
Stew-O: Winona is now sent into the corner, as she’s very much unable to keep up while KASAI has essentially become a savant for the striking game, with KASAI now making the rush toward Winona as she’s looking for the clothesline in the corner—BUT WINONA WITH A BACK ELBOW! KASAI is clutching onto her own jaw as Winona is now rushing forward & looking to put KASAI down as she manages to rebound from the ropes, AND TURNS RIGHT BACK AROUND WITH A ROLLING ELBOW!! Winona is now quickly crawling back over to KASAI as she hooks the leg with a swiftness!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH! KASAI is able to kick out as now Winona is returning back up to her feet, and looking to drag her opponent back up as she’s trying to apply as much of this pressure as she can while she’s still got KASAI in for a world of hurt here! Winona is dragging KASAI into position & now looking to capitalize with the proper amount of offense here, as she’s seeking out this VERTICAL SUPLEX AS SHE HOISTS KASAI HIGHLY—
Jake Mercer: BUT KASAI WITH A KNEE DOWNWARD TO THE SKULL OF WINONA! Winona has no choice but to let go as she’s brought to a brief standstill, trying to keep up with KASAI & aim for a SWIFT LARIAT AS WELL—BUT KASAI EVADES THE LARIAT & HOISTS WINONA DIRECTLY INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY DRIVER FROM THERE! KASAI quickly aims for the cover here as the referee counts as well!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO—
Stew-O: Nothing there for the win! Winona kicks out as this match certainly is not nearing an end in sight anytime soon! KASAI is now dragging Winona over to her own corner as she’s seeking out the tag to her other half, as Raven Roberts is now entering the fray here!
(TAG!)
Flannery McCoy: With Raven now the legal competitor on the behalf of Fire & Ice, Roberts is bringing herself up to the very top of the turnbuckle while KASAI brings himself toward the corner to keep himself on the apron while Winona is slowly rising back up to her feet as well… INTO THE MISSILE DROPKICK FROM RAVEN ROBERTS!!!! Winona is sent falling backward & rolling away as Raven was able to land with a sizable dropkick that made Winona Hendrickson go wide-eyed upon impact! Winona is trying to bring himself up, and she’s shaking her own head as Raven is rushing over!!!
Jake Mercer: AS SHE LANDS A BOOT ACROSS her JAW!! Now Raven’s able to apply pressure as she’s sending repeated kicks across the chest of Winona while she’s backed in the corner, with the referee trying to do whatever she can to halt the pressure with this count as Raven is now under the radar for a potential disqualification to transpire! Thankfully she does stop herself, having to back away while Winona is now eagerly staggering over to the corner to her left as Raven doesn’t take her eye off of Winona as well!!
(TAG!)
Stew-O: As Raven is now rushing forward and looking to maintain all of the pressure that herself & KASAI have built up against Winona—ONLY FOR AN ENZIGURI FROM EFFY ON THE APRON CATCHES HER OFF GUARD! Raven is still standing on her own two feet as she’s been taken into quite the dazed stance with Winona now able to retaliate back with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK TO SEND RAVEN DOWNWARD!! Winona now drops downward and rolls under the ropes to get himself onto the apron!!
Flannery McCoy: As Effy’s now bringing herself up & hopping over the top rope and onto the mat, rushing toward Raven while she’s down without leaving any room for error as SHE CAVES INTO RAVEN WITH A DIVING FOOT STOMP RIGHT ONTO HER WITH AUTHORITY!! Effy is able to hook the leg with a swiftness as the referee is counting the pin to follow up an impressive Effy who is legal in this match!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: THE KICK OUT!!! Not enough to keep Roberts from maintaining as much of a clear head as possible with Effy now sitting himself up! She proceeds to drag Raven over and onto the ropes, able to place her over said ropes as she’s now leaning her knee directly over the upper back of Raven to keep the pressure applied as the referee is counting down! The referee is looking to keep the count going as disqualification can become an issue at hand if the Interwire Champion here is not careful! But Effy does back herself away, which is creating more than enough room for Raven to breathe!
Stew-O: But Effy is now looking to capitalize as she rushes the ropes & now aims back towards Raven as she’s incapacitated TO NAIL THE SHOTGUN DROPKICK—BUT RAVEN QUICKLY DUCKS AS EFFY IS UNABLE TO CONNECT!!! She’s now eagerly bringing himself back up as she’s looking to stay light on her feet for the moment here—BUT A SWIFT ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM RAVEN IS ENOUGH TO LEAVE HER DAZED JUST ENOUGH TO BE UNABLE TO REVERSE! Raven is able to reverse in a big way as she was given the time necessary to recover!
Flannery McCoy: And Raven’s able to clutch on her own neck for a brief moment as she can’t help but cough, Effy kept her at bay for long enough as she’s now bringing herself back up, shaking her own head as she’s trying to remain conscious through the bout that’s still raging on as she’s back up into a proper stance—BUT NOT BEFORE RAVEN NAILS A CODEBREAKER TO PUT EFFY DOWN!!! Roberts drops Effy as she’s now laid out, with her opponent rushing over to make the cover as the referee counts!
ONEEEE!!!
TWOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Effy KICKS OUT!! Now Raven’s nodding to herself while sitting back up, and she’s not exactly keen on wasting much time here as she drags Effy toward her own corner, looking to keep her as far away from her corner as possible! Raven delivers repeated stomps downward onto the back of Effy’s head to keep him from making any rise again, as she’s looking toward KASAI to keep the pressure applied!
Stew-O: As Raven is now looking to seal the deal through this match as she takes hold of Effy’s wrist, and she’s dragging McAvoy back to her feet as Raven may be looking to end the match with ‘FACELIFT’—BUT EFFY IS ABLE TO DUCK UNDER THE SPINNING HEEL KICK & MOTION BEHIND RAVEN, AND CLUTCHES HER WRIST WHILE BEHIND HER!
Flannery McCoy: AS EFFY MANAGES TO DELIVER ON A SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX TO SEND RAVEN CRASHING DOWN!!! Raven is stirring as Effy is finding her way right here, WITH EFFY RETURNING BACK INTO MOTION WITH ‘GOAT TROT’ SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!! Roberts slumps down accordingly as Effy is now eager to rush herself right over & get this pin over Raven Roberts as quickly as she’s able to! The referee rushed himself over to the count!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! THE KICKOUT AS THIS MATCH HAS TO CONTINUE! Now Effy is shaking her own head, seeing that Raven will not stay down for long as she is now looking to ensure that there is no room for her to get herself back into this for good! McAvoy is bringing herself upward, now nodding to herself while Roberts is steadily rising, and this doesn’t look like it can end good for Raven either way, ‘cause Effy REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES FOR ‘PROTECT YA NECK’—
Stew-O: BUT RAVEN CATCHES EFFY OFF GROUND WITH THE LOU THESZ PRESS!!! AND THE PUNCHES!!! Effy is wide eyed as she’s forced to back herself away and into the ropes, trying to shake off the codebreaker that countered her rather effectively as Raven is able to motion back up to her feet, able to rush back toward McAvoy while she’s still struggling to find her way here—
Flannery McCoy: AS SHE CATCHES HER WITH ‘FACELIFT’ RIGHT THERE!!! THE SPINNING HEEL KICK ACROSS HER JAW!!! Roberts is now rushing herself to the cover for herself here, looking to bring the victory to herself here as Effy is laid out while the referee counts the pin away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! KICK OUT! Effy is remaining in this match as Raven is nodding now. She understands that there is much more that needs to be done here in order to take the victory home & continue to set that pace as the united front of forever here! Roberts finds her footing again, while Effy is trying to get herself back up, in this slight struggle as this will have to translate more than well for her in order to evade what’s about to come sprawling toward her right here… AS RAVEN IS LOOKING FOR ‘TALON’—
Stew-O: EFFY DUCKS & RAVEN LANDS FLAT ON HER BACK!!! Roberts with a palm along her lower back as she is trying to get herself motioning upward, shaking her own head here as Effy is also still a little shaky from the pressure she was dealt earlier! McAvoy is back up to her feet while Roberts is turning herself toward her, and they are both set to collide as these two elitists don’t want to hold back!
Flannery McCoy: AS THEY RUSH TOWARD ONE ANOTHER TO COLLIDE WITH ONE ANOTHER—AS THEIR BOOTS COLLIDE ACROSS THEIR JAWS!!! THEY’RE BOTH DOWN! They each crawl themselves toward their respective corners, looking to bring themselves back up in this exchange!
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: AS BOTH KASAI & WINONA TAG BACK IN! They rush toward one another now, as KASAI sends a SWIFT KICK ACROSS HER CHEST! Winona is shaking her own head vigorously as she retorts with a FOREARM ACROSS HER JAW! KASAI keeps himself steady as she is not holding back any further than she’s looking to dish out, as ANOTHER KICK follows up from there! Winona refuses to hold back as there’s ANOTHER FOREARM FOLLOWING!
Stew-O: KASAI is refusing himself from relenting back, as she’s sending a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! AND ANOTHER KICK! KASAI is sending the kicks across her chest with all of the pressure that she can give, as Winona is trying to keep himself standing—BY NAILING A SWIFT EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO SEND KASAI COLLAPSING FROM THE CORNER!
Flannery McCoy: And now KASAI is left scrambling, as Winona Hendrickson will be looking to take advantage in a much bigger way as she wants to be able to put the former Specialists Champion down without any questions left for doubt—AS SHE’S LOOKING FOR THE ‘WH-103’—BUT KASAI SQUIRMS FREE BEFORE WINONA & HOISTS HER WITH THE ‘DEMISE OF THE CROWN’!!!! KASAI hooks the leg as the referee is now counting away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! Winona is able to kick out as KASAI is now looking to return back to her feet, backing away and into the corner as she’s laying in wait for Winona to rise back up to her feet! KASAI is seeing that Winona is now steadily rising, and she’s stirring on her feet as KASAI is now rushing forward as she’s seeking out the ‘MATRICIDE’—
Stew-O: WINONA WITH A SUPERKICK THAT KNOCKS KASAI FOR A LOOP THERE!!! KASAI GOT CAUGHT!! KASAI is stirring on her feet, unable to retort back with any counter against Hendrickson as she is still on her knees, but Winona King is rising back up and not refraining from rushing back toward KASAI here as she RUSHES FORWARD!
Flannery McCoy: WITH THE ‘MACH 3’ LARIAT!!! KASAI IS PUT DOWN SWIFTLY AT THAT!!! Winona rushes himself to the cover as the referee is counting away!
ONEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: BUT KASAI KICKS OUT! Winona is shaking her own head as she’s rising upward, refusing to slow down as she’s looking to make sure that KASAI will stay down for the next maneuver that she looks to engage with! KASAI is rising, and she’s looking to get this into gear as WINONA RUSHES TOWARD HIM WITH ‘GOLDEN LASSO’—
Stew-O: KASAI TACKLES WINONA THROUGH THE ROPES & ONTO THE OUTSIDE! Both women are trying to recollect themselves as they’re getting themselves moving at ringside, the referee is beginning his count as KASAI is able to rise, LOOKING FOR A HIGH KICK TO WINONA!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Flannery McCoy: WINONA DUCKS—AND KASAI NAILS RAVEN ROBERTS!!! KASAI JUST STRUCK RAVEN! Winona is looking to drag KASAI away from the scene and looks to send her toward the steel steps—BUT KASAI SENDS WINONA INTO THE APRON INSTEAD! BACK FIRST!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Jake Mercer: As KASAI is now looking to drag Winona back into the ring! And she’s getting herself back up to the apron—BUT RAVEN PULLS HER BACK DOWN! KASAI is wide eyed as she’s now looking toward Raven, and it looks like this is just turning into an even bigger issue than she anticipated there!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Stew-O: RAVEN SHOVES KASAI! She’s now berating a storm toward her without a second thought, after getting kicked square across the jaw by KASAI that I’m sure she must’ve felt was intentional given their bad blood lately!
Flannery McCoy: AND KASAI SHOVES BACK! She doesn’t seem to be budging here ‘cause she’s standing her own ground, and I really don’t think these two are allowing themselves to focus on the match at hand after being able to do up until this point!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Jake Mercer: AND NOW THEY’RE THROWING HANDS! OH MAN! RAVEN AND KASAI COULDN’T KEEP IT TOGETHER & NOW THEY’RE JUST DUKING IT OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!
TEN!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS AS A RESULT OF COUNT-OUT, EFFY MCAVOY & WINONA HENDRICKSON!!!
Stew-O: AND NOW RAVEN SENDS A KNEE ACROSS THE ABDOMEN! KASAI CLUTCHES ONTO HER STOMACH AS ROBERTS PROCEEDS TO SLAM HER HEAD ONTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK! OVER AND OVER AGAIN! THIS IS SPIRALLING OUT OF CONTROL!
Flannery McCoy: AS KASAI SENDS AN ELBOW ACROSS HER ABDOMEN—AND NOW SHE IS SLAMMING HER HEAD AGAINST THE ANNOUNCE DESK THIS TIME! THEY AREN’T LETTING UP FROM ONE ANOTHER AT ALL RIGHT NOW!
Jake Mercer: AND THEY’RE EXCHANGING ALL OF THE LEFTS & RIGHTS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER RIGHT NOW! THEY’RE REFUSING TO SLOW DOWN AS THE SECURITY IS NOW PILING IN WITH AS MUCH AS THEY CAN! KASAI & RAVEN COULD GIVE LESS OF A DAMN ABOUT LOSING THIS MATCH!
(The security personnel are having another long night on Dynasty as they’re piling into the arena, getting themselves between KASAI & Raven as they’re separating them while the two women are glaring toward one another, throwing words at each other. Effy & Winona succeed, but as they rise, Effy grins while Winona is purposely glancing toward her title as the scene fades.)
(A commercial plays for the MLB, even though no one watches baseball like that anymore.)
(Fading in from black, several shots are showcased of the coastline. Gentle tides shimmer toward where water meets sand, and with the moon high above at this point, the reflective glow of it grants the viewers a sense of peace. Tranquility, right alongside the natural beauty—)
???: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
(Nevermind that.)
(The stillness is broken by a shrill. Tense, rage-fulled, the shot quickly snaps to Drake King who is on his knees, separated from the fans, wrestlers, and really, the venue for the evening.)
Drake King: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
(Another scream, this one more guttural than the last. Beside him, a delicate figure is kneeling down, a hand placed upon his stiff shoulder. Sister Annabelle doesn’t say anything yet, instead opting to be that grounding fixture for King as he lets everything out.)
Drake King: AHHHHHH, CY HENDERSON, I HATE YOU!!!!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And he lets it all out, having nothing else than the seaside abyss to swallow up the anger that pours out relentlessly. Eventually, the screaming subsides. By the time Drake finishes, he’s slightly slouched, fingers burrowed into the sand, breathing choppy. His eyes are wide, but the strained gaze softens bit by bit… and the rest of him follows. He straightens up, lids falling, as a deep inhale is taken.)
(Sister Annabelle, sensing the shift, finally speaks.)
Sister Annabelle: Did that help?
(It takes Drake a moment. His head slightly pivots to her, and though his eyes remain shut, he replies.)
Drake King: Marginally.
(A beat.)
Drake King: But I still need to get my hands on him. I need to rid myself of him. He must, MUST, be ruined from pillar to post. Then, and only then, will I be content.
(Annabelle nods.)
Sister Annabelle: Understandable, for many cannot truly rest when they’re in such a predicament. However, if… I may speak?
Drake King: Go on.
Sister Annabelle: This is the perfect avenue for you to avenge what transpired last year. I know this isn’t ideal, but like it was stated before, this is your chance to exorcise that demon that has been haunting you for a while. And… I cannot wait, for it has been painful to see the way you’ve allowed for those memories to at times twist and distort every little emotion you possess.
(Her features soften.)
Sister Annabelle: I think, I think this is a good thing. A ghost of the past can remain in the past, and you can focus on the future again.
(Drake sighs, nodding.)
Drake King: I know, I know. I know, trust me. Even that tricky general manager mentioned as much. However, this whole thing with Cy? Having it coincide with all of the foolishness and deliberate attempts to hinder me has exasperated everything, and I am tired. Truly. I want this to be the end. I don’t want anyone else to interject, and I definitely don’t want Henderson to think that he has me all figured out. The fact he gets to be shoe-horned into making history at the expense of MY name, as the ONE TRUE GOD OF THIS PROMOTION, is blasphemy! When people say names are being used as stepping stones, they often talk about in direct response to defeat, but in my case? Even when I win, it doesn’t feel like a proper victory.
(He shakes his head, bitterness rearing its ugly head once more.)
Drake King: … and I’ve had enough. This is not going to be another season where some moron manages to sneak past me and gets to succeed. No. The era in which I get to lead is far from over, and I will get to the top again… so, I will pray, and I will ensure that once Grand Rampage gets here, this will be the end of all of the doubt, the insults, the disrespect—
(His eyes shoot open again, narrowing with a dangerous glint behind them.)
Drake King: And this will be the end of Cy Henderson and me. Once and for all. For good.
(Annabelle nods.)
Sister Annabelle: For good…
(She repeats it in a whispery tone to herself. Drake remains kneeling next to her. The two look out to the horizon, and for a while, nothing was said. Just the waves lulling in filled the dead space between them.)
(…)
(…)
(Until Sister Annabelle shrieks out.)
Sister Annabelle: Oh, no!
(She races up to her feet, and she watches as Cy Henderson is in the flesh, having tackled Drake King down from out of nowhere!)
Cy Henderson: The end of me, huh!? I’d like to see you try that, Drake! Go on! Don’t have to wait for Grand Rampage–try it NOW!
(That thunderous yell was met by enraged screaming. Drake pushes him off, and tackles him into the sand himself!)
Drake King: Shut up! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
(Drake’s hands lurch for the throat. Cy’s hands does the same.)
Sister Annabelle: STOP! PLEASE!
(But neither men listen.)
(Cy pushes himself up, and he and Drake continue to latch onto the other, expending as much force as possible on the windpipe while they circled and jerked around. They force each other closer and closer toward the waters.)
(Drake, having enough, fires a punch with the right, knuckles crashing against Cy’s nose bridge! Drake coughs, and Cy chokes out a gasp, but he mirrors the shot, punching King in the face!)
Cy Henderson: Come here!
(Cy grabs Drake by the head and they both go down, with Cy dropping Drake on the head in an awkward position. It’s a straight, visceral brawl, with Cy punching down on his forehead repeatedly until blood is drawn.)
(Drake is dizzy—but not incapacitated.)
(A knee to the back of the head. Then, another–sharper, and stiffer. Cy lets go, staggering up before succumbing down to a knee.)
(And Drake rushes in, SPEARING HIM INTO THE SAND!)
Sister Annabelle: STOP!
(The calm was breaking—in more ways than one.)
(Rain clouds trail through the sky. Thunder and lightning began crackling in the distance. The waves became more violent, and both Cy and Drake were tumbling toward the waters.)
Sister Annabelle: W-WAIT! A STORM! A STORM IS COMING! PLEASE, THIS IS NOT NEEDED!
(Drake mounts Cy once the momentum stops. Hands to the throat, he grits his teeth, glaring down at Cy with every ounce of animosity that has consumed him for well over a year.)
Drake King: You’re right…Cy…who needs to wait for Grand Rampage….?
(Cy coughs. His vision fans at the edges. Drake doesn’t let go, and Sister Annabelle rushes in, trying to pry him off of him!)
Sister Annabelle: Temper your rage! Now!
(Rain falls. Waves roar. Lightning cracks.)
(Drake’s head whirls toward her.)
Drake King: NOOO! I’M DONE BEING PATIENT, ANNABELLE! I AM DONE—
(But with his attention drawn, Cy takes the opportunity to hook his nose, fingernails digging into where Drake is bleeding from!)
Drake King: AHHHHHHH!! CY!!
(Drake claws at his eyes, and Cy lets go. King does the same, holding his nose. Both men struggle getting to their feet, bloodied and bruised—and Sister Annabelle begins to backpedal.)
Sister Annabelle: Oh, no….
(She continues to back-up, then screams.)
Sister Annabelle: RUN!
(A huge tidal wave sweeps in, barreling toward them. She sets forth, running away… but Cy nor Drake respond.)
(Rather than run away, they run toward one another, blinded by their mutual hatred—and that ends up costing them.)
(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSH!!!)
(WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHH!!!)
(…)
(…)
(And when the wave recedes, Sister Annabelle stands in shock, having barely made it to safety as neither men were present.)
(Swept away, all thanks to their all-consuming disdain.)
Sister Annabelle: A-a-ah….!
(Annabelle stands, lips quivering, eyes wide. She shakes her head, and frantically looks around. As loud as she could, she screams out:)
Sister Annabelle: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!! GOD, SOMEONE, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!
(And the final shot lands on the sea.)
(The calm is gone.)
(And nothing but chaos, from the rain to the lightning as Dynasty fades to black…)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
