(EAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After recapping the events of last week’s show, the camera switches over to the live indoor view of the sold-out arena. Pyro goes off, and the fans cheer before the commentary team comes to the forefront.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by none other than Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy! We are officially heading towards Reckless Wiring, you guys!
Jake Mercer: I cannot wait! It’s a new era, with new faces, and that means there’s a bevy of new challengers eager to rise in rank here on this brand.
Flannery McCoy: I can’t wait either.
(Friday Night Dynasty transitions away from the commentary area toward the stage, as ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begins to blast through the speakers of the arena. The crowd immediately erupts into thunderous boos, as the camera goes over to the stage to reveal Drake King as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he glares around, taking a moment before making his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN… DRAKEEEE KINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week, we saw Drake King kick off the first Dynasty of Season 20 in an emphatic way, kicking off the show and closing the show with a main event victory against Kirk Redwood. But along with that, it was revealed that someone had their eye on the World Heavyweight Champion, and if I had to guess… the title around his waist.
Flannery McCoy: It’s certainly an interesting situation to be involved in, and if we know Drake, we know that he’s going to be making his way down to the ring tonight to find some answers. Whether he does… remains to be seen.
Jake Mercer: A mystery! I love it! When’s the last time Dynasty’s had one of those. I hope it’s suspenseful and dramatic!
(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. As he makes his way over he takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to come to a close, as he heads toward the center of the ring, he takes a moment before beginning to speak.)
Drake King: I don’t know what you expected. When I won the World Heavyweight Championship I had made it known that my mission expanded well beyond this brand… but rather the world. Already, so many people have enlisted in my mission, people who want to be saved, people who opened their eyes to reality. But there are still some people who have something to say about it, people who have their doubts and continue to drag my name through the mud. And the only question I have is… what good does that do for any of you? I have already done everything that I have promised, I have already accomplished my mission to end the season at Pain For Pride. Dynasty is finally in the proper hands with no competition to go against me, and regardless of what you try to do, there is nothing that you can do to tempt the hands of fate.
(Drake closes his eyes as he embraces it, taking a brief moment before continuing.)
Drake King: But there is one particular person that this brand has chosen to put the microscope on. Someone who ended the show last week, watching me from the shadows. If there is one thing that God does not tolerate, it is games played at his expense, and I feel as though that is exactly what is happening right now when it comes to the person who seeks to step up to the plate against me. So I’m not going to beat around the bush when I say this: Whoever that is…
(Drake makes a gesture toward the stage, slowly turning his head.)
Drake King: Make yourself known now… *and face the consequences for your insolence.*
(Drake turns his complete attention toward the stage, as the crowd murmurs in anticipation for what is to come. After sometime…)
(…)
(‘Equus’ by Ne Obliviscaris begins to play up.)
Stew-O: What in the…
(As the camera goes over to the stage…)
(As KING SULYVAHN IV is seen rising up from underneath.)
Jake Mercer: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Stew-O: :comeagain:
Jake Mercer: DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO THIS IS, STEW?! HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK???
Stew-O: ???
Jake Mercer: This is THE King Sulyvahn IV. Member of the prestigious Sulyvahn family who REVOLUTIONIZED European wrestling. I heard rumors through the grapevine that the King was touching down in the Land of Elite, and here he is!
Flannery McCoy: A surprise indeed, because Drake King is getting confronted by someone who we have not seen in an Elite Answers Wrestling ring before. An interesting dynamic that we’re about to witness for the first time on Friday Night Dynasty!
(Sulyvahn makes his way up the steps and onto the apron. He enters into the ring and spreads his arms out with a smile on his face, embracing the surprised reaction that he’s getting from the crowd here tonight. As ‘Equus’ begins to fade out, he turns around and approaches Drake for the first time, beginning to speak.)
King Sulyvahn IV: So, Drake King… what do you wish to discuss?
(Drake is visibly confused, tilting his head as he raises his microphone.)
Drake King: Let’s start with your name.
King Sulyvahn IV: Right. For the uninformed, including yourself, my name is Leon. But you will address me by the name that I was ordained as a birthright, King Sulyvahn IV.
(Drake sneers, not saying in response, rather allowing Sulyvahn to continue.)
King Sulyvahn IV: But to those who do know, my legacy needs no introduction. The Sulyvahn lineage extends far beyond myself; you could almost say that my family is embedded in professional wrestling in its entirety. Which means being here, in a company like Elite Answers Wrestling, a place which most people tout as having the best wrestling in the world… It means a lot to me. Not only that, it means a lot to uphold the traditions that my family has carried from the very beginning. It brings me a great amount of joy to uphold the purest of professional wrestling within this sphere, and there are many people here that I can look toward and see that they seek the same goal. But there’s a problem… in comes you.
(Sulyvahn sighs, adjusting his blazer as he pauses.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Not even this recent incarnation of yourself, you have built an entire Hall of Fame career trying to shape this company into *your* vision. From The Round Table to New Eden, to now at your most arrogant, watching you personally in the arena last week was not my first time examining the character that is Drake King… this has been a lifelong case study regarding someone who goes against every single part of my very being. Frankly, I found it inevitable that I would find my way to you; it just so happened that all the pieces fell into the right place, and our paths aligned at the right moment for my very first appearance in this company to be standing across the ring from you. Now, I’m not stupid, Drake; there is a clear elephant in the room that needs to be discussed.
(Sulyvahn points to the crowd.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Every single person in this building is rooting against you, hoping that you fall, but not one of them knows how I will fare against the likes of yourself, and I don’t particularly blame them. You are a proven commodity; you have earned the right to believe such a thing. You have seemingly answered every equation, checked every box, to irrevocably say that there is nobody, *nobody,* on this roster that can beat you. But you failed to take into account one singular thing…
(Sulyvahn approaches Drake, a glare in his eyes.)
King Sulyvahn IV: The greatest enemy is the one that you do *not* see, Drake King…
(The crowd cheers loudly; Drake furrows his brow, not entirely amused by what he’s hearing right now.)
King Sulyvahn IV: The one that you have not prepared for, the person that you cannot say that you have beaten until that final bell sounds because you never took him into account in the first place. Some may say that what I am doing right now is a death wish, and I am damn sure counting on it to be the case. But trust my words, trust my *legacy,* there is only one person fit to take that World Heavyweight Championship off of your shoulders… and it is going to be ME.
(The crowd once again begins to cheer, more so beginning to believe everything that Sulyvahn has had to say so far. Drake, though, is not buying it.)
Drake King: You made the wrong decision.
(The crowd boos, Drake ignoring them.)
Drake King: Your first impression of this company, and you willingly choose to set yourself up for failure. Why? What good does this do for you, Sulyvahn? Please explain that to me, because that is something that I do not understand. Do you believe that this is going to get you any further to your goal? You do understand that going against the one person who understands you is a detriment, right? Nonetheless, it’s not as though I had higher expectations for you compared to anyone else, in fact, you made it abundantly apparent that regardless of how you try to position yourself… you are still the same as everyone else.
King Sulyvahn IV: But why, Drake? Merely because you said so? Simple because you believe your words to be cold, hard facts? Well, I hate to be the one who throws a wrench in your plans, but as long as I have a choice, I’m not going to allow that to happen. So let’s get this out of the way. Let’s cut the theatrics and the semantics and boil it down to why we’re *really* here, and it is quite simple… I challenge you.
(Sulyvahn glances at the World Heavyweight Championship before looking back up at Drake.)
King Sulyvahn IV: I challenge you to a match at Reckless Wiring.
(The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers, as Drake continues to stare at Sulyvahn. After a moment, he finally raises the microphone back up.)
Drake King: Do you know what you should have done? Your royalty and connection to wrestling should have allowed you to resonate with my mission. If you were *actually* sensible, you would see that the sport that you love has been plagued, and that it is my mission to purge it. So many people have already opened their eyes to what I have said all along; why couldn’t you? I know, because this is so much more than just the sanctity of professional wrestling; this is about your pride… your pride would never allow that. That’s why you’re out here interrupting me, right? You couldn’t start like all the other newcomers; you had to have all the festivities. The glitz and the glamour that you THINK are associated with your name, but you could not be further from the truth.
(Drake closes his eyes as he sighs.)
Drake King: Unfortunately, I cannot convince you to join my cause. For everything that you have said already shows that you have strayed further from God than I have ever anticipated, and that is not worth saving, no matter how hard I try. But regardless, I will give you one more opportunity to make this right. I am giving you one… last… chance… Do you really believe that you are going to be the one to take this title away from me?
(There is a pause, almost a murmur of anticipation as the crowd waits for what Sulyvahn has to say. It’s not something that he immediately answers, but after a moment…)
King Sulyvahn IV: Yes.
(The crowd comes unglued, Drake shaking his head, almost disapproving of the answer that he’s heard.)
Drake King: Reckless Wiring, just as you disappointed me, you will disappoint everyone else. It is already far, far too late for you…
(Drake drops his microphone down to the ground as ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to play through the speakers of the arena. He brushes past Sulyvahn without a second glance, making his way out of the ring. The King watches from the center, a small smirk beginning to show on his face as he eyes the Champion, with that being the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Bloodsport.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(“ULTRA INSTINCT THEME” Began to play through the speakers of the McKenzie Arena! Sending the fans into an uproar of cheers as a determined BRAE made his way down to the ring, with what seemed to be some purpose in each step that he took..)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Novosibirsk, Russia, weighing in at 215 pounds.. SOOOOON! BRAEEEEE!!!
(But finally once everything settled down now.. “DIVE in LIVE” by YOLOZ began to blast throughout the arena speakers. Anna Wautier made her way out onto the stage, her New Breed Championship around her waist. Anna’s eyes were focused on the ring, beaming with a fiery determination as she made her way down..)
Stephie Love: And his opponent, hailing from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 132lbs! She is THE NEW BREED CHAMPION!! THE THORN PRINCESS.. ANNA WAUTIERRRR!!
Stew-O: Here we go ladies and gentlemen. We’re set for some incredible action here tonight with BRAE taking on the New Breed Champion, Anna Wautier.
Flannery McCoy: We’re sure to see some magic inside of the ring with these two here tonight and I’m sure the fans can’t wait for the action to start.
(DING!! DING!! DING!!!)
Jake Mercer: And now we get this match started. Anna Wautier and BRAE step out of their respective corners and now they begin to circle the ring, both competitors eyeing one another’s movements, before they lunge forward! Engaging in a collar and elbow tie up!
Flannery McCoy: Starting the match off with a classic collar and elbow here. But it’s BRAE who transitions into a quick headlock, wrenching tightly.. BRAE is looking to get the upper hand here quickly in this match.
Stew-O: But Anna isn’t letting it linger for long. She’s got those arms wrapped around BRAE’s waist and she’s pushing him back into the ropes to look to create some space as she pushes him towards the opposite set of ropes!
Jake Mercer: Anna readies herself to get in an offensive maneuver! But BRAE shuts it down, sending Anna crashing to the canvas with a huge shoulder tackle! But BRAE isn’t looking to slow down. He hops over Anna, rushing the ropes again..
Flannery McCoy: Anna gets to her feet this time as BRAE comes back at her, and Anna goes to slam her arm into BRAE’S chest for a Lariat!!
Stew-O: BUT BRAE BARELY BUDGES!! It is like he’s asking her to hit him again. And Anna looks to do exactly that! She rushes the ropes, and she comes back towards BRAE.. SLAMMING ANOTHER LARIAT INTO HIS CHEST!! This time BRAE stumbles back from the impact of the New Breed Champions huge shot!
Jake Mercer: Yeah but BRAE is still on his feet, he’s in pain, but he’s still fighting through it with his fists closed tight, he goes to SWING AT ANNA FOR A LARIAT!!
Flannery McCoy: But The New Breed Champion has it scouted. Anna kicked BRAE’S arm away, before she swung her foot towards BRAE’S head! Looking to connect with a Roundhouse kick, but BRAE ducks, only to be met with a Thrust kick right under the chin from Anna Wautier!! And BRAE is spun around…
(CRACK!!!)
Stew-O: Right into a Discus Chop right to the chest of Anna Wautier’s! And that chop sounded off throughout the arenas, you just know that had to sting very badly for the champion, who is now clutching at her chest and grimacing in pain.
Jake Mercer: Yeah, but that isn’t going to stop Anna one bit. Because.. Anna retaliates back with an Enziguri straight to the dome of BRAE’s. These two are already refusing to go down or stay down for that matter. But in this instance, BRAE crumbled down to the canvas from that shot! Anna drops into the pin, hooking the leg…
(ONNNNEEE!!)
(TW—)
Flannery McCoy: BRAE kicks out with some authority! He shoves Anna off of him, rolling towards the corner and pulling himself up to his feet. He has to still be reeling from the Enziguri to the head right now.
Stew-O: But that doesn’t seem to faze The New Breed Champion one bit as she has BRAE now locked in her sights. Anna wastes no time! She’s rushing at BRAE as he’s in the corner, looking to connect with a Smashing Elbow to the jaw!!
Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE CATCHES HER!! PLANTING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A URANAGE!!
Flannery McCoy: That was a sickening thud. Anna’s body bounced right off of the canvas, causing her to roll back up onto her knees. And BRAE sees this, she’s in a vulnerable spot at the moment. BRAE zones in! He sends a Knife edge chop at Anna’s chest! Followed by another and another and another!
Stew-O: He’s firing off those rapid chops like they’re machine guns! And it seems that every shot gets louder! But with every shot, Anna Wautier rises back up onto her knees! These shots seem to be waking her up! As before the last one connects.. Anna swats BRAE’s arm away! Pushing herself to her feet!!
Jake Mercer: Anna swings at BRAE! But BRAE swats her arm away now! BRAE swings again, but Anna shoves him back with a front kick, going to connect with a Roundhouse again!! But BRAE ducks under it!! He GRABS HER UP BY THAT SAME LEG FOR A POWERBOMB!!
Flannery McCoy: But Anna has enough wherewithal to drop down and execute a Hurricanrana! Sending BRAE tumbling to the floor at ringside! Anna rises to a knee, now seeing exactly where she has BRAE and this is her chance right here. She may be looking to fly.
Stew-O: She is looking exactly that, as BRAE is climbing up onto his feet on the outside of the ring, Anna charges towards the ropes and she sends herself flying through them for a.. SUICIDE DIVE ONTO BRAE!!
Jake Mercer: But Anna isn’t done it seems you guys. She’s already back to her feet and entering the ring, rushing at the ropes once again as BRAE is getting back up and onto his feet! Anna soars through the ropes a second tim-
Flannery McCoy: NO! BRAE CUTS HER OFF WITH A HUGE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Stew-O: Anna slumps down over the ropes, before she falls back down to the canvas. And now it’s BRAE with some control now as he rolls himself back into the ring. BRAE positions himself before he falls forward looking to connect with H-Bomb to Anna! “RED DEA—”
Jake Mercer: NO! ANNA MOVES HER HEAD CAUSING BRAE’S ARM TO COLLIDE WITH THE CANVAS!!
Flannery McCoy: And she is looking to take full advantage of the situation! She grabs the arm of BRAE’s and she turns him over.. APPLYING A CROSS ARMBREAKER!! She has it locked in tight! Trying to get BRAE to tap out! If she does this.. this’ll be a HUGE win for her here tonight!
Stew-O: Can Anna pull off the upset here tonight!? Can she beat the former New Breed Champion!? Anna is wrenching back on the arm and BRAE is groaning out in pain, fighting up to his feet.. he starts to muscle Anna up and off of the canvas! Now at a full vertical base..
Jake Mercer: BRAE adjusts Anna into a Vertical Suplex position, holds her there for a moment, before finally BRAE drops back and DROPS ANNA WITH A STALLING SUPLEX!! He floats over into the pin!
(ONNNNNEEE!!)
(TWWWWOOO!!)
Flannery McCoy: Anna kicks out!! She’s still in the fight, but BRAE isn’t done with Anna. He grabs her up to her feet, before he lays into her chest with a huge Knife Edge Chop!! Anna groans out, making her way towards the corner as she clutches at her chest.
Stew-O: And BRAE goes for another chop! But this time Anna perks up!! Stepping out of the corner, it seems that she’s asking for more! You can see the fire surging through her as she stares down BRAE!
Anna:(off-mic) COME ON!!
Jake Mercer: And a small smirk forms on the face of BRAE’s. I think that he likes the fire that he is seeing right now from the current New Breed Champion! BRAE doesn’t hesitate! He STARTS LIGHTING ANNA UP WITH MACHINE GUN KNIFE EDGE CHOPS ACROSS THE CHEST!!!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE is destroying the chest of Anna’s right now! But Anna is still on her feet! And she’s taking every shot that is being thrown at her! BRAE goes to strike her with yet another chop to finish the sequence! But Anna sends a thrust kick into that arm! Causing BRAE to turn! And- wait what’s Anna doing!?
Stew-O: It looks like she’s got BRAE around the waist! She’s trying for a German Suplex to “Son” BRAE! She’s trying her best to lift him off of the canvas.. but BRAE plants his feet! Throwing an elbow back into the side of Anna’s head. Anna stumbles back, releasing the hold, but BRAE takes off towards the ropes now! And he comes back charging at Anna for the.. “MORRIGAN!!!”
Jake Mercer: ANNA DUCKS UNDER IT!! SHE SLIPS BEHIND BRAE! SHE GRABS HIM FROM THE WAIST! AND SHE MUSCLES HIM UP SLOWLY BUT SURELY DRIVING HIM DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Flannery McCoy: Goodness gracious! But Anna isn’t done! BRAE folded back over into a kneeling position from that German Suplex. But Anna has BRAE lined up now and in her sights! She rushes in at BRAE leaping up and connecting with a RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!! “TRUENO DESTRODA!!” IT CONNECTS AND ANNA HOOKS THE LEG!!
(ONNNNEEEE!!!!)
(TWWWWOOOO!!!)
(THRRRRR—)
Stew-O: BRAE KICKS OUT!!
Jake Mercer: Anna almost had it! She’s not looking to waste any time. She knows that she has BRAE exactly where she wants him right now. She grabs him to his feet, grabbing his wrist and pulling him.. she may be looking for that Wrist Clutch Overhead Uranage here!! She goes to hoist him up..
Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE TRANSITIONED INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE!! HE HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN TIGHT!! HE IS LOOKING TO PUT THE NEW BREED CHAMPION TO SLEEP!! CAN HE DO IT!?
Stew-O: This match has been nothing short of intense from both sides, the former New Breed is really pushing Anna to her limits and Anna is proving that she can hang. Neither one of them is missing a single beat! But BRAE has that hold locked in tight, and Anna is fighting to get out of it!
Jake Mercer: Anna starts to drive elbow after elbow after elbow into the rib cage of BRAE’s over and over again! Causing BRAE to release the hold with every shot that is thrown! Shot after shot! Finally BRAE releases it! Anna charges towards the ropes and back towards BRAE!!
Flannery McCoy: MORRIGAN CONNECTS FROM BRAE!! AND THE CHAMPION IS DROPPED!! BRAE DROPS INTO THE COVER!!
(ONNNNEEEE!!)
(TWWWOOOO!!!)
(THREEEEEE!!!!)
(DING!! DING!! DING!!)
Stew-O: What a battle, Anna Wautier has no reason to hold her head low here tonight, she took BRAE to great lengths. But in the end, BRAE conquered!
Jake Mercer: I have to agree with you.. but wait what’s this? I wonder exactly what it is that BRAE could possibly have in mind here. Seems like he’s not entirely finished with Anna.
(BRAE walked over towards Anna, after she was handed her New Breed Championship. A few moments went by, before BRAE extended his hand towards Anna Wautier, offering a handshake to her. And.. ANNA ACCEPTS! SHAKING THE HAND OF BRAE’S!!)
Flannery McCoy: Some great sportsmanship and respect being shown here between the former New Breed Champion and the current one. Anna most certainly has what it takes to hold and raise the standard of that New Breed Championship as long as she reigns..
(BRAE went to leave when.. FROM BEHIND, ANNA WAS STRUCK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A HUGE FOREARM SHOT!!)
Stew-O: What the hell!? That’s Akiza!! She just struck down Anna Wautier!! After what was a hard fought battle! Oh come on!
(Akiza stared down at the body of Anna’s basking in the boos of the crowd, but she wasn’t done! She pulled Anna Wautier to a kneeling position, grabbing both her wrists into a wrist clutch before Akiza DROVE A BRUTAL KNEE LIFT INTO ANNA’S JAW!! CONNECTING WITH THE “ARONDIGHT!!”)
Jake Mercer: Well.. it seems that there’s already a huge target on the back of Anna’s. It’s a new season and we already have competition putting their names in hats for opportunities of a lifetime and Akiza just made a statement here tonight.
(Akiza stood over Anna, as the crowd booed loudy. Suddenly, their attention shifts as someone else comes in!)
Stew-O: AND AKIZA LOOKS SHOCKED AS YANNI KILLBREW RUSHES IN! HE ATTACKS AKIZA, AND THEY BEGIN TO SCRAP! BOTH OF THEM GO BARRELLING OUT OF THE RING AS THEY CONTINUE TO ATTACK!
Jake Mercer: :damn: !! They’re not messing around!
(Then, one more person goes running, having a steel chair in hand!)
Flannery McCoy: TFK! TFK! HE COMES IN AND TRIES TO SWING! YANNI AND AKIZA BOTH SCRAMBLE AWAY, RETREATING TO OPPOSITE ENDS! TFK LOOKS AROUND, YELLING AT THEM TO DO SOMETHING, BUT THEY DONT WANT ANY PARTS LF THAT!
(TFK still has the chair. Yanni and AKIZA shoot daggers at each other and him from afar—until a voice speaks up.)
Anna Wautier: Right… then I guess that’s how we’re doing this, huh?
(Anna managed to get a mic and is on her knees, holding the back of her head. She’s panting heavily, but the champion is determined to speak.)
Anna Wautier: You know, I’m almost flattered I could inspire this much desperation from everyone… I guess there will be no rest for me… but I wouldn’t want it any other way, because now? I see three people I can take down and cement my first defense as something truly spectacular for myself.
Anna Wautier: So, you three want to challenge me? Fine. Step up to me, because I will take YOU THREE ON, NO MATTER WHAT!
(The fans burst into cheers at that. TFK, Yanni and AKIZA look at Anna, somewhat surprised but also understanding the opportunity that they now find themselves with. The final shot shows Anna nodding her head, resolute as ever before Dynasty fades elsewhere.)
???: I hate to admit it, but that cruise was fun. I had a good time.
(The voice speaking belongs to none other than Kassidy Heart, who was last seen competing at Pain for Pride. She strolls down the corridor with her usual deadly elegance, heels clicking against the slick tiling of the floor while a cellphone is wedged between her left ear and shoulder. It’s another week off for her, and while that would usually frustrate the Mauler who hates the idea of taking any time off, she presses on, seemingly in a good mood despite everything that has been going on lately.)
Kassidy Heart: Yeah, yeah. You might be Daddygawd, but that doesn’t mean you have to rub it in my face.
(A snort, followed by an eyeroll—but there’s no real heat behind them, especially considering who she’s speaking to.)
Kassidy Heart: Hmm. Well, my favorite part was the spa. I have to say, those women did a good job with my nails. Might give my usual a run for their money. Are you sure we can’t snatch them up and get them to stay at the estate?
(The response nets a laugh from her.)
Kassidy Heart: :mjlol: !! Okay, okay, but you know whatever I want, I always get—
(Suddenly, the phone slips from her grip. She hisses.)
Kassidy Heart: Damn it.
(She reaches down and picks it up. Then, she comes to a stand—)
(BUMP!)
???: O-oh God! Sorry! I’m so sorry for that! Are you okay.
(The device clatters once again, and Kassidy drops to a knee, hand shooting for her shoulder.)
Kassidy Heart: What the hell—?!
(Just as the venom is about to drip out, her eyes shoot up, and she arches a brow. Delaney Rhodes, a fresher face on the roster, immediately reaches for the phone. She hands it off to Kassidy while she picks up her own duffel bag that was a casualty of the accidental mishap.)
Delaney Rhodes: Oh, Kassidy Heart! I’m really sorry we had to meet this way; once again, I’m sorry. I was just lost in my music and wasn’t really looking where I was going! 😅
(She points to the wired AirPods she has in, chuckling. Then, she quickly clears her throat.)
Delaney Rhodes: But yeah, are—are you alright?
(Kassidy blinks. Slowly, she comes to a stand. She eyes down the phone before yanking it from the young woman.)
Kassidy Heart: Tch. Perhaps not if this brand has decided to hire clutz to walk around backstage.
(Delaney gives a blink of her own.)
Delaney Rhodes: Wow. Guess people weren’t kidding when they were talking about you.
(That nets a quirk of a slim brow from the Hall of Famer.)
Kassidy Heart: Excuse you?
(Delaney shrugs.)
Delaney Rhodes: I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s anything *bad*, but accurate. You can be a bit cold. Still, I get it; you’re the greatest of all time and whatnot, so you don’t mince your words.
Kassidy Heart: …
(A more incredulous look passes over Heart. She eyes the other woman up and down.)
Kassidy Heart: So, what—are you mocking me now?
Delaney Rhodes: :roman: !! Why would I be doing that? I’m just saying that you’re a frigid woman! And—
(The rookie sighs, immediately shaking her head and raising her hands in defeat.)
Delaney Rhodes: Look, forget it. It’s okay. I made a slip up and I’m sorry if I ticked you off. I didn’t mean to do that. So, I’ll just be out of your hair, and—
(But the moment she tries to brush past Kassidy, a hand, firm in grip, curls around her bicep. She turns her head, instantly met with the sharpened irises of the Mauler.)
Kassidy Heart: Your first mistake, aside from being a blind idiot, was making these assumptions about me. I don’t know who you heard these things from, or what made you think you could be a kiss-ass to me, but let it be known right here and now that I don’t play that. Let alone with someone who I don’t even know the name of. I don’t have time to deal with people who can barely spread their wings here.
Delaney Rhodes: Barely spread their wings..?
(Delaney looks down at the arm. Then, with a harsh tug, frees it from Kassidy’s grasp.)
Delaney Rhodes: Alright. I understand you have seniority over me, but this is becoming a bit ridiculous. I was nothing but apologetic, and now you want to grab me and speak to me as if I’m some kind of child? I’m not going to stand for that. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but Kassidy, just because I’m new here does not mean I’m going to tolerate disrespect.
(Kassidy’s lips tightened.)
Kassidy Heart: Is that so…?
Delaney Rhodes: It is. So, you can either accept my apology or don’t, but don’t make the mistake and see me as some kind of pushover.
(Delaney moves–and her shoulder purposefully bumps into Kassidy’s as she walks off.)
Delaney Rhodes: Because you might find yourself on the ground the next time you try that.
(Kassidy takes a step back from the impact, pupils blowing wide. Ire immediately swells within her being.)
(It takes the voice from her end on the phone to get her to snap back to reality–and she raises it to her ear.)
Kassidy Heart: … you heard all of that, didn’t you?
(She stands for a moment, listening.)
Kassidy Heart: Well, you’ve done all you could to help calm me down, but now–I think it’s time I get really fucking mean again.
(The caller seems to understand. The call ends, and Kassidy exhales harshly through the nose as she steps forward, dark intentions brewing. Dynasty fades elsewhere…)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Mirtazapine’ by Hayley Williams played through to the speakers, eliciting a strong positive response from the crowd in attendance. Equipped with a determined expression, she began to march down to the ring, not in the mood to waste time as she swiftly rolled into the ring, briefly posing in the center of the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first from Cancun, Mexico…The Butterfly Queen, Brianna Hill!
Stew-O: It was a disappointing result for Brianna Hill last time out, but one that left things promising as the season came to an end. She’s opened a new season with a reaffirmed direction and with championship gold on the mind.
Flannery McCoy: While she seems to be at her best and most driven, she’ll have a tough obstacle to overcome to start the season in her young, ambitious opponent.
(Slowly, ‘Mirtazapine’ began to fade out as Brianna moved to the corner, her gaze set on the ramp as ‘TEFLON DON’ by Future began to play, forcing a handful of boos from the crowd. Jamie Valdez emerged from the back shortly thereafter, wearing a confident smirk that only amplified the negative reaction as she started towards the ring, taking her time while Brianna watched on.)
Stew-O: While still relatively early in her EAW career, Jamie Valdez will surely be looking for a massive win tonight, one that would surely put her in far greater conversations for the rest of the season.
Jake Mercer: Knocking off someone like Brianna Hill is a tall ask, but if she can, the sky’s the limit for how she wants to tackle this next season on Dynasty!
(After taking a moment to pose on the apron, Jamie made her way into the ring, backing into the corner opposite Brianna as the match soon began.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we are under way! Jamie and Brianna immediately begin to circle the edge of the ring, scanning the other as they begin to close in on the center!
Flannery McCoy: A quick lock-up brings them together, jockeying for control as they sway back and forth, carrying momentum around the ring in a wild and vicious attempt to win control of the center and put the other on the back foot early!
Jake Mercer: And it looks to be Jamie who will get the advantage first, using those quick feet of hers to push Brianna back and send her stumbling towards the ropes, pushing at an angle to keep her on her heels!
Stew-O: But Brianna is quick to pivot, sending Jamie into the ropes before reeling back with a forearm-!
Flannery McCoy: One that she is quick to reel back as the referee calls for a break! That one potential strike had Jamie ready to cover up, beginning to peel back the defenses as Brianna lowers her guard-
(SPIT!)
Jake Mercer: AND JAMIE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY TO SPIT IN HER FACE! BRIANNA IS ALMOST STUNNED AS JAMIE STEPS FORWARD AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A SLAP ACROSS THE FACE!
Stew-O: I don’t think Brianna took very kindly to that, still a bit stunned as she took a step back, and while our microphones can’t pick it up, we can tell Jamie is already talking trash to her.
Flannery McCoy: Well, she better be ready to back it up, as Brianna SUDDENLY RAISES THAT ELBOW AGAIN AND DROPS JAMIE IN AN INSTANT! SHE DROPS IN AN INSTANT, FLOORED BY THE ELBOW AS SHE TRIES TO STUMBLE BACK ONTO HER FEET!
Jake Mercer: AND BACK INTO THE CLUTCHES OF BRIANNA WHO SCOOPS HER UP AND DROPS HER RIGHT ON HER BACK WITH A SCOOP POWERSLAM!
Stew-O: I think that just did a lot more damage than Jamie’s initial slap. Especially as Brianna drops into a lateral press for the first pin attempt of the match!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE-!
Flannery McCoy: It’s gonna take a lot more than that for Jamie to stay down however, popping out of the cover immediately, leaning forward and nursing her lip fresh from the blow.
Jake Mercer: She certainly better start adjusting to the tempo of this match, and the new conductor of it, Brianna Hill!
Stew-O: And Brianna goes back to work, grabbing the jaw of Jamie and locking in a simple headlock, just looking to tire out her opponent and keep momentum on her side! Jamie manages to slip a hand between her neck and Brianna’s arm, but all that does is limit her ways of escape!
Flannery McCoy: It’s a catch 22, but for Jamie she’s still got a way out of this if she acts quickly. She’s already begun to roll, trying to weaken Brianna’s grip but she is keeping it ironclad, sticking to Jamie like an alligator as she rolls back and forth!
Jake Mercer: And as they roll, Jamie manages to slip her other hand between Brianna’s arm and her neck, forcing some space open as she pulls herself up to her feet with Brianna as a base!
Stew-O: But it gives Brianna the opportunity to latch her grip around the gut of Jamie Valdez, a stiff waistlock to transition into what might be a German suplex! She reels back, only for Jamie to desperately reach and catch the top rope keeping the move from connecting!
Flannery McCoy: Quick thinking from Valdez keeps her alive for now, as Brianna releases the waistlock and raises her arms high in the air, bringing them down on the arms of Jamie and breaking her grip on the ropes, transitioning into the waistlock once again!
Jake Mercer: But a stiff elbow by Jamie stops her in her tracks! The waistlock is released once again, and Jamie drops down immediately, rolling to the outside in an attempt to create some distance! She looks to step away-
Stew-O: Only for Brianna to snatch her hair and keep her by the apron! Jamie thrashes violently, trying to get Brianna to let go, but the Butterfly Queen is relentless, moving through the ropes with Jamie within an arm’s reach! Jamie attempts to move towards the barricade-!
Flannery McCoy: But Brianna pivots and tries to run Jamie into the ring post!!
Jake Mercer: ONLY FOR JAMIE TO HOOK HER LEGS AROUND BRIANNA’S, SENDING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE RING POST WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!
Stew-O: THAT WAS A WICKED LANDING FOR BRIANNA, WHO IS IMMEDIATELY ON JELLY LEGS, BARELY ABLE TO STAND AS SHE TRIES TO NURSE HER FOREHEAD!
Flannery McCoy: BUT JAMIE GOES BACK ON THE OFFENSIVE IMMEDIATELY, RUNNING HER SKULL FIRST INTO THE RING POST FOR A SECOND TIME! BRIANNA COLLIDES AGAIN, AND JAMIE SENDS HER RIGHT INTO THE RING!
Jake Mercer: BRIANNA IS GIVEN NO TIME TO RECOVER, BEING ROLLED TO HER FEET BY JAMIE WHO HOOKS THE ARM, LIFTS HER UP AND DROPS THE KNEE…CHERRY BLOSSOM!
Stew-O: AND SHE MOVES INTO THE COVER WITHOUT A SECOND’S HESITATION, HOOKING THE INSIDE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
…
Flannery McCoy: BUT A STILL RATTLED BRIANNA IS ABLE TO KICK OUT, HER ARM DESPERATELY REACHING UPWARDS TO BEAT THE COUNT!
Stew-O: Brianna Hill survives, but you can see the effects of those collisions accumulate immediately. She got the shoulder up, but she’s still blinking through the cobwebs as Jamie Valdez sits back with a look of annoyance crossing her face.
Jake Mercer: Annoyance is a fair emotion at this stage. Jamie expected the match to be over right there, and honestly, after bouncing someone’s head off solid steel twice, I don’t blame her.
Flannery McCoy: Jamie has done an excellent job of turning this match around, but Brianna has shown time and time again that she doesn’t stay down for long. If she wants to secure this massive victory, she’ll need to keep up the aggression.
Stew-O: Jamie doesn’t waste any more time arguing the count. She drags Brianna up by the hair, forcing the Butterfly Queen back to her feet before driving a sharp forearm right between the shoulder blades!
Jake Mercer: And Jamie follows with a nasty European uppercut right underneath the chin! Brianna is rocked again, barely able to keep herself standing!
Flannery McCoy: And as Brianna doubles over, Jamie grabs hold of her by the hair, raising her boot directly into her skull with a swift Kawada kick, acting as a prelude to a longer series as she unleashes a sustained drive of Kawada kicks to the head of Brianna!
Stew-O: After the fourth kick or so, Brianna is finally allowed to drop, catching herself on her hands and knees as Jamie turns to the crowd, posing and taunting much to the irritation of those in attendance.
Jake Mercer: It doesn’t affect her demeanor, turning on a dime and delivering a stiff kick to the gut of Brianna, knocking her onto her back and still instilling the same advantage!
Flannery McCoy: And as Brianna falls, Jamie refuses to waste any more time, turning the corner and making her charge! She scales up the ropes, turning back to the ring and standing up tall! She raises her arms, keeps Brianna insight, and takes off! ‘Poetry In Silence!’
…
Stew-O: JAMIE CRASHES AND BURNS! BRIANNA ROLLS TOWARDS THE CORNER, ABLE TO AVOID THE SPIRAL TAP AS JAMIE HOLDS HER BACK IN AGONY! SHE’S IN MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PAIN AS BRIANNA PULLS HERSELF TO HER KNEES!
Jake Mercer: AND SHE RUSHES FORWARD WITH A PACKAGE ROLL UP, PINNING JAMIE’S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
…
Flannery McCoy: A DESPERATE JAMIE FLIES OUT, BACKING ONTO HER NECK AND BACK TO HER FEET SUBSEQUENTLY-!
Stew-O: AND DELIVERS A RUNNING METEORA, FLATTENING BRIANNA ONCE AGAIN AS SHE HOLDS THE PIN WITH ONE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
…
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
…
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT AT TWO! BRIANNA STAYS ALIVE AS A NOW EXHAUSTED JAMIE FALLS FORWARD, CATCHING HERSELF ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
Stew-O: That’s the danger of trying to steal momentum back immediately. Jamie connected with the Meteora, but she didn’t get all of it. She was still feeling the effects of crashing on that Spiral Tap moments earlier, and those split seconds of hesitation made all the difference.
Flannery McCoy: Jamie pulls herself upright using the ropes, frustration beginning to settle across her face. She’s breathing heavily now, one hand instinctively clutching at her lower back before she turns toward Brianna once more.
Jake Mercer. Brianna isn’t in much better shape. That forehead has already begun to redden after those collisions with the ring post, and she’s still trying to regain her bearings after the Meteora.
Stew-O: Jamie sees it too. Look at those eyes. She’s hunting now.
Flannery McCoy: Jamie stalks over, grabbing Brianna underneath the chin before delivering a vicious forearm smash! Brianna rocks backward into the corner, and Jamie immediately follows with another! Then another! Each shot snapping Brianna’s head back against the top turnbuckle!
Jake Mercer: Jamie is doing an excellent job of preventing Brianna from mounting another comeback. Every time she senses Brianna beginning to recover, she cuts her right back down.
Stew-O: But at some point, she needs to go for the end here, to find the final nail in the coffin for a dazed and battered Brianna Hill. She backs up, and I’m starting to think she thought the same thing, measuring Brianna up!
Flannery McCoy: Brianna begins to rise, up to one knee as Jamie rushes in, stepping onto her knee and raising her boot…FIERCE KICK!
…
Jake Mercer: -DOESN’T LAND! BRIANNA HAS IT SCOUTED, COUNTERING WITH A BACKSLIDE! JAMIE’S SHOULDERS HAVE BEEN PINNED TO THE MAT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: KICK OUT AGAIN! JAMIE ISN’T LETTING THIS SLIP, STUMBLING TO HER FEET AS BRIANNA ROLLS UP! BUT SHE ISN’T LOOKING FOR SPACE-!
Flannery McCoy: SHE’S LOOKING TO END THIS! ‘HITS DIFFERENT!’ THE SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS FLUSH ACROSS THE SKULL OF JAMIE, KNOCKING HER RIGHT OUT! BRIANNA MAKES THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
…
THRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
…
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Mirtazapine’ by Hayley Williams continued playing throughout the arena to a positive reception by the crowd, celebrating Brianna’s victory as she rose to one knee, physically drained from the bout but capable of making it off the ground.)
Jake Mercer: And it’s a perfect start for Brianna Hill! The Butterfly Queen knocks off a determined Jamie Valdez in decisive fashion!
Stew-O: She was a game contender all match long, and came dangerously close to defeating Brianna, but in the end Brianna was able to steel her nerves and endure the offense of Jamie to score the win!
Flannery McCoy: Unfortunately for Jamie, I think one person in particular was keeping an eye on this match…
(The camera panned to the crowd, revealing Saori Aizen among the spectators, her expression beginning to morph as the camera focused on her.)
Saori Aizen: :mjlol:
(A dismissive laugh accompanied her pitied expression, giggling at the performance of Jamie who can only look on in frustration, leaving the shot to then settle on Brianna celebrating her victory as the match came to an end, and Dynasty faded elsewhere.)
(The shot dissolves backstage, where Effy McAvoy is standing by with Michael Belfort.)
Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in to Friday Night Dynasty. I am Michael Belfort, and joining me right now is none other than the current EAW Interwire Champion: Effy McAvoy. Effy, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Effy McAvoy: Not an issue at all, Michael.
Michael Belfort; We saw you compete at the Draft Show for the champion’s showcase, and while you did not win, you were at least able to make it to that bout by way of defeating Jamie Valdez to defend the championship and end your season nineteen on a high note. How are you feeling as season twenty is definitively beginning? Are there any goals you have in mind?
Effy McAvoy: Well, first off, I’m at least glad I get to start a new chapter. I mean, wow—season twenty! Being with Ahren has made me want to be ambitious of course, but being able to enter this season as a champion is a wonderful feeling. Granted, I really wished I had won that showcase, but I’m going to take that loss in stride and use it to improve. It’s definitely important because now, I’m the longest-reigning champion on this brand. All of the champions we had heading into Pain for Pride lost, and I think I have a really good shot of showing that I can absolutely be one of the bigger pillars of this brand.
Michael Belfort: And you know what, I was just about to mention that little fact: you’ve been keeping steady into your fourth month as the champion. Do you feel any pressure or nerves?
Effy McAvoy: Honestly? No. Why would I? Aside from the fact I have been a champion before, I’m a lot more confident now. I definitely have shown I’m no pushover. My sweet, beloved Ahren always believed in me even back when people saw me as nothing more than some fangirl he was stringing along. I’m sure you remembered all of the stupid and nasty things they were saying about me. Safe to say people thought I was going to end up like some Elitists of that past who were heralded as a protege of a great only to not live up to those expectations. But of course, I am far better than people give me credit for, and–
???: Excuse me.
(A woman briskly walks by Effy and Michael, cutting past the camera view. Effy frowns.)
Effy McAvoy: Uh, excuse *you*? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of an interview?
(The woman stops.)
Michael Belfort: :lupe:
(She comes back around, eyeing Effy up and down…)
Kendall Von: Oh! My bad. Sorry–was too busy emailing back some colleagues I guess I must’ve mistaken you for a production member or something.
(Kendall gives a smirk; then, her eyes level on the Intewire Championship. She puts two and two together.)
Kendall Von: Effy, right? The weird little fangirl whose managed to luck out all this time? Your look is even more… abhorrent in person.
(Effy’s eyes slit together.)
Effy McAvoy: And you must be that wall street jackass who doubles as a poor Regina George clone.
Kendall Von: Pfft! Regina George? Please, I’m far more intelligent and proper than that airhead, but I guess some people can call me a mean girl. I’m just about my business. Nothing more.
Effy McAvoy: Yeah? Then maybe you can continue to mind yours and walk off.
Kendall Von: Oooh. Someone sure is feisty! What’s wrong? Did the looks comment bother you?
Effy McAvoy: Oh, no, no. You aren’t the first person to go after that, and frankly, I don’t care. The fact you decided to bring it up goes to show you truly don’t know a single thing about me and only want to make childish comments at me. Still, you’ll come to learn soon enough that anyone who wants to try and talk down on me will get what’s coming to them.
Kendall Von: :mjlol: !! Alright. If you say so. I mean, I just think it’s such a shame a walking freak gets to parade around these parts, but luckily for me, this brand understands what being marketable entails—and who knows?
(Kendall smirks, giving a sarcastic boop on Effy’s nose.)
Kendall Von: Maybe when the time comes for me to be champion, I’ll be the one to save that title from you.
(Kendall grins and walks off. Effy stares off into the direction she disappears in, shaking her head.)
Effy McAvoy: *Right.* That’s what they all say.
(Michael parts his lips to speak, but by then, Effy is making her way out of the space. He clears his throat, realizing it’s better to end things off from there.)
Michael Belfort: Well, competition seems to be brewing already as some of the rookies are making it known from early they’re not waiting for a chance to shine at the expense of Dynasty’s longer-tenured stars. I guess we will see where all of this leads to.
(And from there, Dynasty fades elsewhere…)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area of the McKenzie Arena, more specifically, inside the office of Tyrone Montgomery. He’s seen doing some work, minding his own business and enjoying these small moments of peace while he has them. But before long…)
(Knock knock.)
(A gentle knock at the door is heard. Tyrone looks up from what he’s doing, beginning to speak up.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Come in!
(The door slowly begins to open up, as in comes David Gideon Smith. He has a serious expression on his face, glancing directly at Tyrone as he makes his way inside.)
Tyrone Montgomery: David, it’s good to see you. I heard you had something to say to me?
David Gideon Smith: Yes…
(David makes his way over and takes a seat across from Tyrone, clasping his hands as he leans forward.)
David Gideon Smith: Upon my slaying of the Dragonborn, I took some time to myself. I allowed solitary confines to embrace me, and I sat in my own thoughts. I allowed it to simmer and fester, and allowed myself to come to a realization. Pain For Pride was… disappointing. I was ashamed of Brian Daniels and the effort that he had put up against me, even though I had done *everything* to make sure it was otherwise. My debut on the grandest stage was underwhelming, and I seek more. I seek an opponent much more worth my time, someone who actually wants me to bring the fight out of them rather than a fragile shell of what they once were. I have learned that I am quite above that in nature.
Tyrone Montgomery: Is that so? Well, I’m not one to deny an Elitist-
David Gideon Smith: Tsk…
Tyrone Montgomery: … *someone* of such an opportunity. I don’t imagine that you are in the business of specifics at the moment.
David Gideon Smith: Whoever you deem to be in my best interest. I understand that I have never been your cup of tea, Tyrone, hence why I have been held back from all the vanities that this brand has to offer in terms of Championships. But that’s okay… I don’t take it personally. All I ask of you is to line them up, and I will knock them down. Whatever happens next is a game of fate, don’t you agree?
(Tyrone is about to answer, but as he does, he tilts his head and looks toward the doorway.)
Tyrone Montgomery: You know what… I could not agree more.
(David turns his attention toward the entrance.)
Rei Oboro: Ohhhhhh, the thrill of competition. Dynasty has been more than exceptional of fulfilling my muse; I must applaud you for that, Tyrone.
Tyrone Montgomery: Thank… you? I suppose that you’re here for the same reason that David is? You seek some competition?
Rei Oboro: Yes, indeed. While it has been the most exciting to participate in whatever you find fit to throw me into, I believe that there is more out there for me to sink my teeth into. What are you suggesting, Tyrone…?
(Rei glances down at David, who has not reacted at all to what is happening.)
Rei Oboro: You say that I face him?
Tyrone Montgomery: Well-
???: I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but peek in on this conversation.
(Everyone glances over as another person is seen entering the scene. Winona Hendrickson is seen leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on her face.)
Winona Hendrickson: I apologize for my lack of manners, but I figured that you can’t get anywhere around here by just standing still. You hear people talk about opportunity, and you can’t help but barge in and call your shot as well. Is that so wrong? Isn’t that just the nature of the wrestling business?
(None of them find themselves necessarily disagreeing with that, as Winona shrugs her shoulders and walks further into the room.)
Winona Hendrickson: We’re all here for something. Whether it’s to satisfy an appetite or to seek something more, personally, I agree with David: I’m tired of the lackluster competition. I want people who are going to go out to the ring and give me a fight, and if that means facing both of them, which is not a bad suggestion if I do say so myself, then so be it. I’m going to throw my hat into the race, and I’m going to make sure that this is my season.
Tyrone Montgomery: I agree-
???: What are you implying, Winona?
Tyrone Montgomery: :francis:
(Everyone once again looks over at yet another interruption. Hanako Nanami is seen storming in, looking quite unhappy with what she overheard.)
Hanako Nanami: Are you implying that I am “lackluster”? Because I advise you not to get on my bad side especially considering that we treated eachother with respect in our match.
Winona Hendrickson: I just wanted something more, is that too much to ask for-
Hanako Nanami: Enough. I’m not going to hear it from you. I am more than capable of puting you down just as I promised, and what happened last week doesn’t change that. I hoped that you would have the decency to treat yourself better than that, but maybe I was wrong, now the gloves are off. And do you really want to see what’s going to happen?
Winona Hendrickson: Hold on. Alright, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you have no room to try and tell me any of this especially considering that you were the one lying on your back last week. You can throw these hypotheticals around all you want, but it doesn’t change the facts, and the last thing that I am going to do is stand around and let you drag my name through the mud like this is some sort of joke.
Hanako Nanami: You think I’m joking?
Rei Oboro: Yes, do argue more. This will only make our inevitable battle all the more enjoyable for me when the time comes…
Winona Hendrickson & Hanako Nanami: SHUT UP!
Tyrone Montgomery: Alright, stop it! Enough from all of you! It’s clear that there is animosity beginning to stir, but I am not going to allow it to boil over in my office. We will do this as we have always done, in the ring, so I am here to give a solution to all of you. It will be David Gideon Smith, Hanako Nanami, Rei Oboro, and Winona Hendrickson in a fatal four-way match at Reckless Wiring!
(The crowd inside the arena is heard cheering loudly for this, all of them looking amongst themselves at their future competition.)
Hanako Nanami: Fine by me. More than enough to right a wrong.
(Hanako glances at Winona as she turns around and makes her way out of the office. Winona glances back at her, crossing her arms.)
Winona Hendrickson: So much hate… for what?
Rei Oboro: You should be happy… imagine all the fun that can be had in that ring. It excites me to think about…
(Winona looks weirded out by Rei, as she turns around and begins to make her way out of the office. Rei slowly follows behind her as the scene is left with the two people who started. Tyrone looks back down at David, who didn’t intervene once in the conflict, and hasn’t moved.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Satisfied?
(David glances back at Tyrone, chuckling.)
David Gideon Smith: Plenty.
(David stands up from his chair as he begins to make his way out of the frame, with that being the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Taco Bell, featuring one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions TLA smugly telling the viewers Mexicans are always right about the dangers of inauthentic Mexican cuisine.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades backstage to a loud commotion as a hooded, masked figure can be seen absolutely brutalizing NICK with a sledgehammer!)
Stew-O: What the hell is going on?!
Flannery McCoy: NICK has been busted wide open, there’s blood pouring like a waterfall out of his forehead!
Jake Mercer: But who IS that? They’re completely covered up! Whoever they are, they’re fighting like they have a BLOOD feud with NICK!
Stew-O: OH! AND A MASSIVE SHOT TO THE SIDE OF NICK’S HEAD JUST FLATTENS HIM!
Flannery McCoy: BUT NO MERCY TO BE SHOWN!
Jake Mercer: THE AMBUSHER IS STOMPING NICK THE HELL OUT! NICK HAS A MATCH COMING UP, HOW IS HE GOING TO COMPETE?!
(The video feed lingers on the bloodied and bruised NICK laid out; medics and backstage officials rush to attend to NICK before the feed fades to black.)
(A commercial plays showing upcoming Playstation releases, followed by vociferous boos from the live audience advocating for physical discs to be sold.)
(The video feed fades back to a panning shot of the arena.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep began blaring through the speakers to tremendous cheers as Michael Machina marches out from behind the stage curtains, without the World Heavyweight Championship we’ve gotten accustomed to seeing wrapped around his waist. Machina is still looking disgruntled as he storms down the ramp towards the squared circle.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds… HE IS THE NEW LEGEND, MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Stew-O: We saw Machina get into quite a confrontation with BRAE and Brianna Hill last week!
Flannery McCoy: All of them are chomping at the bit for an opportunity to take a shot at Drake King’s World Heavyweight Championship!
Jake Mercer: Things got heated, especially when Machina himself got COMPARED to Drake King, a comparison that he definitely took offense to! He was looking to make a statement this week, but with his opponent’s condition… is there even going to be a match?
(Machina stood waiting in the ring, waiting and waiting… but it didn’t seem like anyone was going to come out. He started getting frustrated when, suddenly, ‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae began blaring through the speakers to shocked cheers. Nobody came out for a few moments, but then, NICK suddenly staggered out from behind the stage curtains, still bloodied and struggling to walk but just as determined as ever. The crowd cheered him on as he staggered down the ramp towards an expectant Michael Machina.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 pounds… he is EL CASTIGADOR, NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!
Stew-O: He does NOT look in good shape right now, but kudos to him, it looks like he’s still wanting to fight!
Flannery McCoy: Bravery is all well and good, but going up against the recent World Heavyweight Champion, especially when he’s in the type of mood that he’s been in since Pain for Pride, while you’re barely able to walk doesn’t seem like a good idea at all!
Jake Mercer: NICK is a fighter in his heart; whether he’s physically able to or not, he’s not going to let this match end in a forfeit!
(NICK struggles to enter the ring before he leans back against his corner, taking a moment to breathe as he stares Machina down across the ring.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! NICK isn’t immediately doing anything, still gritting his teeth and taking deep breaths…
Flannery McCoy: But Machina is in no mood to grace NICK with any mercy, regardless of the condition NICK is in! Whether it’s brave or not, a match is a match and Machina is in it to win it!
Jake Mercer: Machina SPEEDS across the length of the ring, looking to crash into NICK in the corner with a shoulder tackle!
Stew-O: But NICK managed to duck off to the side, causing Machina to crash into the corner!
Flannery McCoy: And now NICK is peppering Machina with strike after strike, all that he can manage! Jabs and hooks firing off as Machina has his back to the corner–
Jake Mercer: But a huge shove by Machina causes NICK to fall back!
Stew-O: NICK starts to stagger back up to a standing position, but he’s taking too much time due to his injuries :lupe:
Flannery McCoy: BIG BOOT BY MACHINA THE MOMENT NICK GETS BACK UP!
Jake Mercer: All the effort NICK put into getting back up just to get flattened by Machina the same way that mysterious assailant flattened him with the sledgehammer!
Stew-O: And now Machina is just stomping NICK the hell out! There’s nothing that he can do!
Flannery McCoy: NICK gets plucked off the canvas with a classic bodyslam hold before Machina LEAPS up into the air, crashing down with a moonsault fallaway slam!
Jake Mercer: AND A DOUBLE TAP! MACHINA GETS BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND LEAPS RIGHT BACK UP INTO THE AIR, CRASHING DOWN WITH A STANDING MOONSAULT!
Stew-O: Machina’s trademark synthesis of strength and agility on full display here, but it’s like beating a dead horse… NICK can barely put up a fight!
Flannery McCoy: Machina senses that as he just goes straight to hook the leg! The referee slides in for the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THRE-
Jake Mercer: WHAT?! NICK KICKED OUT!
Stew-O: A tremendous display of resilience from NICK, but that only seems to have made the New Legend angrier!
Flannery McCoy: Machina slams his fist right onto the busted-open forehead of NICK before rising back to his feet!
Jake Mercer: And now Machina walks around on the canvas, measuring up his injured opponent like a shark that has smelled blood in the water… almost literally, in this case!
Stew-O: Is NICK even going to be able to get back to his feet? He was able to kick out, but I don’t know how much fight he has left in him!
Flannery McCoy: Slowly but surely, NICK is clawing at the ropes for leverage as he struggles to stagger back to his feet, breathing deeply as he does!
Jake Mercer: Machina narrows his eyes as NICK rises back to his feet before gesturing towards the New Legend, telling him… to bring it!
Stew-O: Now THAT’S bravado–
Flannery McCoy: ALL FOR NAUGHT! BULLET FROM HELL! BULLET FROM HELL! NICK HAS BEEN TORN IN HALF BY THAT TREMENDOUS SPEAR FROM MICHAEL MACHINA!
Jake Mercer: AND NOW MACHINA HOOKS THE LEGS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep begins blaring through the speakers once again as the crowd cheers both men, despite the circumstances, due to Machina’s strength and NICK’s final display of resilience.)
Stephie Love: YOUR WINNER… MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Stew-O: Machina looks down at NICK, who isn’t moving at all as he lays on the canvas with some blood pooling around his head after the rough landing he took from the Bullet from Hell!
Flannery McCoy: The New Legend isn’t even taking the opportunity to celebrate the win, just exiting the ring and making his way backstage after the easy night!
Jake Mercer: Once again, the medical officials rush in to check on NICK, who still isn’t moving at all! Things aren’t looking good here…
(NICK gets placed on a stretcher before being carried out by the paramedics, and the fans in attendance chant NICK’s name as he’s taken up the ramp backstage.)
(A commercial plays showing Metaphor ReFantazio and promoting its release on the Nintendo Switch 2.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades back to the commentary desk, showing the team of Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, and Jake Mercer.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve gotten word from the paramedics that NICK’s injuries were worse than expected and only got exacerbated as a result of his match with Michael Machina.
Stew-O: We don’t know at this time how long that NICK is going to be out, but he is currently being put on indefinite medical leave to recover from his injuries; when we get more information on the extent of the injuries, you’ll hear it from us first.
Stew-O: Please keep NICK in your thoughts. Thank you.
(The video feed lingers on the commentary desk before fading to black.)
(A commercial plays for Midsummer Massacre.)
(Backstage, Kirk Redwood can be seen storming through the halls, head snapping from side to side. Hands are balled into fists, and there’s no wasted movement in his steps.)
Stew-O: Oh, well this is interesting–Kirk Redwood is here, and it looks like he can be looking for someone. More specifically, Cy Henderson, who got involved in his match last week and cost him the win!
Jake Mercer: :lupe: !! He definitely looks mad! Ain’t no doubt about that! Some of the crew members better be careful before they end up in a storm they don’t want to be caught in!
(Kirk continues to steam down the corridor, advancing towards a lockerroom.)
Kirk Redwood: Where you at, you bastard? Huh? Can’t handle a little bit of bite now, huh?!
(WHAM!)
Crowd: :damn:
(The door swings open after Kirk kicks it!)
(…)
(…)
(…)
(…)
(… but Cy Henderson isn’t around.)
Kirk Redwood: Tch. All that tough shit but can’t even handle the consequences of your actions. Real nice.
(Kirk huffs, but he doesn’t stew for much longer. He turns back around, eyes landing everywhere possible to deduce where Cy could even be in the moment.)
Flannery McCoy: You can tell the frustration is getting to him.
(Kirk stalks down, and goes to make a left—)
(CRAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!)
Stew-O: WHOA! WHAT THE—?! KIRK GOES DOWN AS A STELL CHAIR WAS THROWN AT HIM!
(Kirk groans, favoring his face! All the while, someone walks up, shaking their head.)
Cy Henderson: Looking for me, huh? Big mistake.
(Kirk can’t get up, and Cy goes to attack him!)
Stew-O: WELL, A CALL-OUT HAS TURNED ITSELF AROUND ON KIRK, AS CY HENDERSON WAS ABLE TO GET THE DROP ON HIM FIRST! HE MOUNTS REDWOOD, PUMMELING HIM WITH PUNCHES! CY FELT LIKE KIRK DISRESPECTED HIM LAST WEEK, LEADING TO HIS INVOLVEMENT IN THE MAIN EVENT, AND NOW, HE’S LOOKING TO DO FURTHER DAMAGE!
Jake Mercer: Can’t say he didn’t get what he was asking for! Cy was just all the more eager to oblige! Henderson takes him up and TOSSES HIS BACK INTO THE WALL! Down goes Kirk, grimacing in pain! This just bit him on th ass in the most painful way possible!
(Cy walks over, snarling. He roughs up Kirk by the back of his neck.)
Cy Henderson: You’ve got no right disrespecting me, jackass. Not when I continue to be on a level you will NEVER reach here in EAW. You did this to your own damn self!
(Cy snatches him up, looking to toss him into the wall once more—!!)
Flannery McCoy: WAIT! KIRK GRABS CY AND AT THE LAST SECOND SENDS HIM BARRELING INTO THE WALL INSTEAD!
(CRAAAAAACK!!!)
Stew-O: A REVERSAL! CY COLLAPSES TO HIS KNEES, IMMEDIATELY FAVORING THE LOWER SPINE! HE GRUNTS, PRESSING HIS PALMS AGAINST THE WALL TO TRY AND STEADY HIMSELF..
(Kirk picks up something.)
Jake Mercer: ?!?! WAIT! WAIT!! LOOK OUT—
(CRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!)
Flannery McCouy: KIRK SMASHES THE CHAIR INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, SANDWICHING IT BETWEEN THE WALL! OH MY GOD!!
(Cy slumps down, and a limping Kirk snarls, shouting down at him.)
Kirk Redwood: FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! FUCK! YOU!!
(He raises the steel chair again…)
Stew-O: AND SECURITY HAVE RUSHED IN, TACKLING KIRK DOWN TO THE GROUND! HE IS INCENSED! HE’S SCREAMING, YELLING AT THEM TO LET GO BUT THEY RESTRAIN HIM WHILE MEDICAL PERSONNEL FLOOD THE SCENE!
Jake Mercer: This is insane! What the hell is going on?!?!
(The chair is wrestled from his grasp. Kirk remains livid, even as some of the medical staff try and check on him, revealing the gash along his forehead. Cy is barely conscious. From there, the scene fades to ringside.)
(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!
(‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics blared through the speakers as the crowd did not react in a very positive manner, which is made glaringly apparent with Harper Lee holding the briefcase, emerging from the back & standing at the ramp. ‘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 while shooting the smirk at Harper.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE TEAM OF 2026 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER, HARPER LEE, AND THE EMPRESS OF ELITE, KASAI!!!
Stew-O: And here we are, as these two elitists have already been able to frequent one another now &
find themselves on quite the complicated wavelength tonight as they have to work together in this main event, which should be very interesting to see.
Flannery McCoy: Will certainly be a rather compelling match for them to partake in, but they are both familiar with having to work alongside interesting partners in the past as well. This should have the chance of panning out well if they can work together!
(‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again 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, ‘New Devil’ by Asking Alexandria can be heard blaring throughout the speakers now, as the crowd responds in waves with the arrival of Daryl Kinkade, also confident as ever.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING THEIR OPPONENTS, THE TEAM OF EAW HALL OF FAMER, CHRIS ELITE, & THE KINK OF ELITE, DARYL KINKADE!!!
Stew-O: And now we have another team that’s looking to get themselves motioning for quite the exemplary outing tonight against two elitists who need their own momentum, which makes this all the more important for Elite & Kinkade.
Jake Mercer: They’re gonna have to work together just as well if not better than the team they’re standing across from, so any differences they have will need to be set to the wayside as this is the main event of Dynasty we’re talking about right here and right now!
(DING! DING! DING)
Stew-O: AND WE’RE OFF! Daryl Kinkade started on one side, KASAI in here on the other. There is some definite interest here in this tag team match! We have seen KASAI and Harper Lee come to interesting agreements as of late– AND LET’S SEE HOW THAT DEFLECTS, AS IMMEDIATELY KASAI NAILS A DROPKICK RIGHT OFF THE BAT! Daryl didn’t have much time to respond, but here we go now, as KASAI slowly already is ascending to the top rope! She remains high up there now, as she glares down at Daryl Kinkade who is slowly rising up and onto his feet—AND A MISSILE DROPKICK TO DARYL CONNECTS! A hot and heavy start here, as KASAI goes for the cover!
ONEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOO!
THR–
Flannery McCoy: But KASAI has to keep working forward as Daryl Kinkade kicks out! KASAI suddenly drags Daryl Kinkade up off the mat. A wrist lock applied onto him now! As she is trying to wear and tear him, as we dig deeper here while Kinkade hasn’t been able to get going so far, as KASAI is immediately looking toward Harper Lee for the tag! Harper’s expression is, well, rather questionable, but surely enough…
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: There’s the tag! KASAI still is holding the arm of Daryl– AS HARPER COMES DOWN ON THAT ARM WITH A KNEE! You can see the ache in Daryl Kinkade’s eye. On the other side of the ring, a head shake from Chris Elite follows up! Harper Lee is on the offense now, is showing some aggression and frustration, as she puts Daryl Kinkade in the corner—AND A FOREARM STRIKE FOLLOWS! That one had to hurt, as Harper Lee now backs up—AND RUSHES BACK FORWARD LOOKING FOR A STRONG ELBOW SMASH IN THE CORNER—BUT DARYL EVADES DISASTER!
Stew-O: That was a good situation for Harper turned into a bad one, you can see her in that corner tending to the hurt elbow—AS DARYL RETORTS WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW INTO HARPER! A huge swing of momentum for Daryl Kinkade, as both Harper and Daryl are down, both on the lookout for their tag team partners. This match continues to move at quite the accelerated pace here as now Daryl is motioning himself upward, and he’s making sure that he can maintain himself accordingly here as he’s dragging Harper over to the corner of the ring, and he’s looking to send the pressure with these stomps!
Stew-O: BUT HARPER WITH A KICK TO THE ARM! Daryl is forced to back off as now Harper Lee is looking to quickly take hold of the arm while she can, as she’s now TWISTING DARYL INTO THE TURNBUCKLE SHOULDER FIRST! As now Daryl Kinkade finds himself between a rock and a hard place, trying to dig himself out of it as quickly as one possibly can! He finds himself motioning away, shaking his own head as he’s looking to compound all of the strife that he’s facing at the moment while Chris Elite is still looking on from where he’s situated in his own right!
Flannery McCoy: As now Harper is wrenching the arm back around while not giving Daryl much of a choice in how he’d like for the momentum to shift, as she’s leading him along and over to the ropes, now pressing his arm right over the middle rope as she’s now bending her arm over the harsh rope, wrenching on it immensely as the referee is now counting down! Harper is doing absolutely that she possibly can to make sure that there is no holding back on all of the control there is to maintain right now! Daryl finds himself in a world of trouble that he can’t quite escape from for the time being!
Jake Mercer: ‘Till Harper Lee finally decides to let go of that arm as now Daryl is holding onto it for the time being! Harper is glancing toward KASAI, who is nodding with a grin on her face as she simply rolls her eyes, now looking to make sure there’s no avenue for Daryl to find himself returning back to any position of prominence for himself as she’s now rushing the ropes, and running back toward Kinkade for a swift BOOT—BUT A SUDDEN LARIAT FROM DARYL TURNS HARPER INSIDE OUT!!! Harper is wide eyed as now Daryl is motioning himself upward, and he finds himself motioning toward the corner while KASAI is extending her own hand, which allows for Harper to make the tag!
(TAG!)
(TAG!)
Stew-O: KASAI & CHRIS ELITE ARE IN THIS MATCH NOW! KASAI is sending the kicks across the chest as Chris is remaining quite resilient at the moment! He’s trading with a strong elbow of his own after each kick that KASAI is sending across his chest—which is ultimately prevailing at the moment! Chris is weakening a fair bit as he’s now dropping to a knee after a strong kick across his temple causes him to falter, which is allowing KASAI this precious time to nail a true haymaker as she’s now seeking out this HIGH KICK ACROSS THE TEMPLE ONCE MORE—
Flannery McCoy: BUT CHRIS IS ABLE TO CATCH THE LEG—AND HE NAILS A KNEE JAMMER RIGHT OVER HIS OWN SHOULDER!!! KASAI is immediately clutching onto her own leg here as she’s stumbling over to the corner, as Chris Elite is now able to recover & get himself back on track! This match is absolutely shifting in a manner that I wasn’t expecting, but Chris is now motioning accordingly, now rushing himself toward KASAI while he can, able to leap forward as a FOREARM SMASH keeps KASAI rocked at bay! The Empress of Elite can’t do too much about this right now, and Chris is in control!
Jake Mercer: Not good at all! Now Chris is sending the pressure forward, as he’s sending forearm after forearm coming the way of KASAI as the referee is now counting down! Chris eventually backs himself away, nodding along as he wants to make sure that there’s all of the room to keep on working, as he’s now dragging KASAI over, and hoisting her right over his own shoulder! He’s looking for a real big one that’ll put her down, and I know that he’s not here to slow down! RUSHING AHEAD FOR THE LAWN DART INTO THE CORNER—
Stew-O: KASAI SQUIRMS BACK & NAILS A REVERSE DDT ONTO THE CANVAS!!! Chris is scrambled up right now as he’s just been spiked down onto the mat, while KASAI is now making her own way back up, shaking her head as she’s looking to make sure that she’s got everything in her disposal to keep on applying her own pressure! Now KASAI is back up to her feet, nodding to herself instead as she’s able to send a BLISTERING KICK ACROSS HIS CHEST ONCE MORE! Chris is shaking his head in a grimace as he’s stumbling back into the corner!
Flannery McCoy: As now KASAI is loading up! KICK AFTER KICK! MAKING SURE THAT CHRIS CAN’T MANEUVER AS EASILY AS HE WOULD LIKE! KASAI is refusing to slow down, every single kick is sprawling forward for absolutely everything that it’s possibly worth, and they’re doing all that they can to keep Chris Elite at bay as she’s forced to back away before the five count can follow through! KASAI has to back away, with Chris stumbling forward as now she’s looking to put him back down through the ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Jake Mercer: CHRIS DUCKS THE KICK—AND ROCKS KASAI WITH ‘SNOOZE’!!! THE UPPERCUT CATCHES KASAI OFF GUARD! She’s left absolutely dazed right now and I don’t think she’s able to map what’s coming for her next! Chris reels her right over, and he’s not slowing himself down here as he’s now looking to keep the pressure for his own self amplified from here, as he’s now HOISTING KASAI & NAILS THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Chris maintains the pain here as the referee slides over to the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THR—
Stew-O: NO! NOTHING THERE! KASAI is left in quite the scramble for herself here as now Chris Elite is looking to make all the more arise from this opportunity, as he’s dragging KASAI over to the corner while she’s still staggered to a considerable degree! Now Chris is looking to motion over to the apron, waiting for KASAI to steadily rise upward as he’s got enough of a position here to continue taking over this match, as he’s LOOKING TO LEAP UP TO THE TOP ROPE & SPRINGBOARD—
Flannery McCoy: BUT HARPER LEE SHOVES CHRIS ELITE OFF THE TOP ROPE! CHRIS COLLAPES OFF THE APRON & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! KASAI is now rising, and Harper is glaring toward her as he’s extending her own hand, and all the while, pointing toward the downed Chris Elite as well! I believe she knows very well where they will ultimately be taking this from here! This is quite the tumultuous journey, yet KASAI’s own grin is resurfacing as they both know what to do now!
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: As Harper is now the legal competitor in the match—while they BOTH slide out of the ring & begin to lay in on Chris Elite! Harper & KASAI are sending the stomps down onto Chris to weaken him even further, looking to ensure that there is not another avenue here to ensure that Chris is garnering any semblance of control for himself in this match again! And now they’re both looking to drag him upward, and they have all of the advantage in the world right now as they’re hoisting the former World Heavyweight Champion high off the ringside floor—
Stew-O: INTO A GOURDBUSTER RIGHT OVER THE BARRICADE!!! I know that Chris felt every single bit of that as his midsection fell hard onto the hardest section of the barricade right there! Harper & KASAI have been able to work together more than well enough the longer that this match continues to follow suit, as they’re looking to drag Chris back up to his feet, doing all that they can to keep the control maintained while this match continues—BUT LOOK WHO’S LAUNCHING THEMSELVES TOWARD THE TWO!
Flannery McCoy: DARYL KINKADE WITH A SUDDEN SUICIDE DIVE TOWARD HARPER LEE & KASAI!!! THEY’RE BOTH TAKEN OFF THEIR FEET AS DARYL SPRAWLED FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! Now Daryl is getting himself back up as he’s all kinds of fired up now! He’s taking hold of Harper Lee, and dragging her back into the ring and tossing her right on through! And now he’s also dragging Chris over to their own corner, rising up to the apron as Chris has the wherewithal to bring himself upward and finally make that tag to Daryl Kinkade in this match!
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: And now Daryl is in this match!!! Harper is trying to bring herself upward while Kinkade is now motioning over, and he’s bringing Harper back up to her feet while looking to make the most out of the opportunity here, looking to HOIST HARPER UPWARD AS HE SEEKS OUT THIS TIGER SUPLEX—BUT HARPER SQUIRMS FREE & ALLOWS FOR A SUDDEN ENZIGURI FROM HERE! Daryl is put down as Harper is now bringing herself back up to her own two feet, refusing to slow down here as she motions back Kinkade looking for ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS’—
Stew-O: KINKADE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPE TO HALT HARPER LEE! Harper lands back first onto the canvas as Daryl is now looking to take advantage of the moment while he still can, rushing himself past Harper Lee & looking to put her down as he’s leaping toward the ropes—AND CATCHES HARPER LEE WITH ‘DKO’!!!! THE OSCUTTER PLANTS HARPER LEE DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH MORE THAN ENOUGH AUTHORITY! Daryl hooks the leg!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEE—
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT! Harper Lee is able to keep herself in this match while she can, and now Daryl is backing away into the corner! He’s nodding to himself as he sees that the win is right there in his grasp with one more strong maneuver! Kinkade is on the prowl, and he’s rolling up his elbow pad while Harper is stirring here, as he may be looking for the ‘BOW DOWN TO THE—
Jake Mercer; KASAI WITH A HEAD KICK FROM THE APRON!!! Daryl is immediately staggered as the back of his head is caught there as now Harper has the opportunity take advantage, rushing ahead & now looking for all of it with what he’s got to give, as HARPER REELS DARYL INTO ‘HOUSE OF BALLOONS’ THIS TIME AROUND! Now the cover is made from here!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEE—
Stew-O: KICK OUT! Daryl is staying in this, but KASAI is back to her corner as she’s looking toward Harper, as the two share a mutual glance toward one another! They’re understanding that they have been working well together & this can surmount the need for the win here! Now Harper is motioning herself over to KASAI, steadily nodding as she soon tags KASAI back into this match from here!
(TAG!)
Flannery McCoy: AS KASAI IS NOW QUICKLY HEADING BACK OVER TO DARYL, AND SHE SEES HER OWN OPPORTUNITY HERE THROUGH ‘ABDICATION’—
Jake Mercer: BUT DARYL CATCHES KASAI—AND DROPS HER DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS! He does so while he’s now stumbling backward and into the corner, left in his own daze here as KASAI is also in disarray!
(TAG!)
Stew-O: With KASAI motioning upward now, refusing to stay down for long as she needs to keep herself moving in this—ONLY FOR CHRIS ELITE TO LEAP FORWARD WITH A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH AFTER TAGGING HIMSELF IN! Now Chris is looking for the end here, trying to wrap this match up about as quickly as can manage, AS HE RUSHES FORWARD FOR THE ‘BOX OFFICE SMASH’—
Flannery McCoy: ‘ABDICATION’ CATCHES CHRIS BEFORE HE COULD EVEN LEAP A FOOT OFF THE CANVAS!!!! Chris is absolutely staggered as now KASAI is looking to motion upward, and Harper emerges along the apron, nodding to KASAI as a wicked grin emerges from the Empress of Elite! They truly seem to be on the exact same page here! KASAI is rising upward, and she’s ready to signal for the end as she—
Jake Mercer: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?? HARPER LEE WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO KASAI!!!!! WHY??? AND NOW SHE’S JUST LAYING INTO KASAI RIGHT NOW! STOMP AFTER STOMP WHILE CLUTCHING ONTO THE ROPE HERE! JUST AS KASAI WAS SOLD ON THE DREAM TEAM COMING TO FRUITION!
Stew-O: And now Harper is sliding herself out of the ring! KASAI is left in the struggle while Harper isn’t even bothering to give another glance, rolling her own eyes as KASAI is glaring toward Harper while trying to hold onto the ropes to hold herself back up—
Flannery McCoy: AS CHRIS HOISTS KASAI OVER HIS SHOULDERS FROM BEHIND—AND GETS ‘HOURS IN SILENCE’ ROCKING KASAI TO HER CORE!!! REVERSE GTS! CHRIS HOOKS THE LEG
AFTERWARDS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Harper gives one last glance back to the ring—not in any admittance or need to rush in, just to cast her own glance of judgment.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… CHRIS ELITE & DARYL KINKADE!!!!
Jake Mercer: Well, that sure as hell didn’t pan out at all like how KASAI may have wanted for that to go! To think that they were actually working pretty damn well together too! But Harper just had other ideas, and that was something that should’ve always been warned about with this woman!
Stew-O: Certainly doesn’t help matters after such a great main event, but Chris Elite & Daryl Kinkade are able to emerge from that moment with their own momentum as they pick up a great win in this match! That’ll do it for another main event right here on Dynasty!
(‘In Control’ blares throughout the speakers as Chris Elite rises to his feet, with Daryl rolling himself back into the ring as the referee raises both of their arms in victory. KASAI is glaring herself toward the ramp while clutching the back of her head, a discontented glare while Harper is looking upon her own briefcase, her own scheming continuing to remain apparent as the scene fades.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
