(EAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. Afterwards, several shots of the arena are showcased. The fans cheer enthusiastically; the pyro goes off, and after that, it transitions to the commentary team.)
Stew-O: HELLO EVERYONE, AND WELCOME BACK TO FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I AM STEW-O, AND AS ALWAYS, I AM JOINED BY JAKE MERCER AND FLANNERY MCCOY! THINGS HAVE BEEN HEATING UP ON THE ROAD TOWARDS PAIN FOR PRIDE, AND THERE’S NO SIGN OF THAT STOPPING!
(Friday Night Dynasty transitions from the commentary table toward the stage, as the sounds of ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begins to play through the speakers. The crowd erupts into thunderous boos as the camera goes over to reveal Drake King, who storms out from the backstage area with an unhappy expression on his face, not wasting anytime as he begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… GOD… DRAKE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Heading into another consecutive Pain For Pride main event, Drake King seems to have his frustrations to a max pertaining to his two opponents competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. We know that they were embroiled in a huge brawl last week that had to be broken up by security.
Flannery McCoy: And now Drake is making his way to the ring, probably expecting much of the same thing to happen… but not before he gets something off his chest. We’re going to have to see what is on his mind tonight.
Jake Mercer: Ironic cause the church guy was a delusional guy now he’s mid and bitter.
Flannery McCoy: Jake.
Jake Mercer: Sorri. 🙁
(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He storms over and snatches a microphone from the ringside area as ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to come to a close. He then heads toward the center of the ring as he begins to speak.)
Drake King: I am… so… unbelievably… sick and tired…
(Drake takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes, the crowd booing loudly, not exactly being supported by a man who has been vilified and hated the entire season.)
Drake King: This is going to be my crowning moment. In just a couple of weeks time, I am going to win my fourth World Championship, and it seems as though the disrespect has become stronger than ever. A part of me isn’t surprised by this at all, in fact, this was something that I anticipated, but at the same time, I can’t help but look at the hypocrisy that comes from it, especially when you bring into question the *other* people that are involved in this match. The likes of Cy Henderson and Michael Machina, two people who are not fit to be in an environment I know like the back of my hand, the main event of Pain For Pride.
(Drake shakes his head slowly, as he continues on.)
Drake King: I know that a mere statement like that will not convince you, and that’s okay! The last thing that I needed anyway was any of your opinions on two people who are completely irrelevant to my mission. Unlike me, neither Cy nor Machina will save this company in the manner that I will. They will not be the ones who rip EAW out of the darkness and back into the light. The only way that happens is the only way that it’s been able to happen all this time, and that is with Drake King being at the very top where he belongs. Nobody else can bear that responsibility, therefore, as much as all of you want me to go away, that’s just not going to be the case.
(Drake pauses for a lingering moment, taking a moment, but before he can say anything else… ‘POV’ by Clipse & Tyler the Creator begins to play through the speakers of the arena. The crowd gives a loud reaction as the camera goes over to the stage to reveal Cy Henderson as he’s seen making his way out. He has a straight expression on his face, tilting his head as he glares at Drake inside of the ring. After a moment, he then begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Here comes one of Drake’s opponents in the main event of Pain For Pride, and the entire time Cy Henderson has been trying to boast that he has control over this match. That it won’t be long before the World Heavyweight Championship comes back to him and it’s going to be in the same place he retained it last year.
Flannery McCoy: But that doesn’t change the fact that he has a massive hill to climb in the form of two of Friday Night Dynasty’s best. Considering the amount of experience that he has, and how this is going to be his third main event, I highly doubt that Cy is very worried about that right now.
Jake Mercer: But don’t you know how many main events Drake has??? A crazy amount! Both of them come into this match with so much experience, it’s going to be one hell of a fight to say the least.
(Cy makes his way into the ring as he heads over and takes a microphone from the ringside area. ‘POV’ begins to come to a close as he turns over and glances at Drake, heading toward him as he begins to speak.)
Cy Henderson: I think I did everyone a favor by shutting you up before you could go on any further.
Drake King: Don’t start this with me, Cy.
Cy Henderson: Trust me, I have zero intention to. The story of Drake King and Cy Henderson… it’s one that has been written for a very long time now. But I am pretty certain that this Pain For Pride is going to mark the end of it once and for all. And it’s not going to be because you’re finally going to put this old dog down, as much as you fantasize about it, it’s going to be me walking out of Pain For Pride for a second consecutive time as the World Heavyweight Champion, and letting it be known the significant skill gap between myself and everyone else on the Dynasty roster… including me. This is something that should’ve been established a long time ago, but it seems like since the period I won the World Championship, I’m going to have to send a reminder.
Drake King: What is it going to take…?
Cy Henderson: Hm?
Drake King: What is it going to take, Cy? Honestly, PLEASE, answer me this one question… What is it going to take for you to finally leave me alone? Because of the past couple of months it appears that you and I have been attached to the hip, you’ve been swarming around me because you got a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity THAT YOU DO NOT DESERVE. Off a technicality in the Iron Survivor match that I am still absolutely baffled that Tyrone Montgomery let slip by, but I’ve known for the longest time that like everyone else that has wronged me in this company, he does not reward hard work. No, no… he rewards the person that is most convenient to him, and I know that I will never be his cup of tea.
(Drake wags his finger as he paces around, Cy rolling his eyes as he looks at him.)
Cy Henderson: I don’t imagine this will be something that you fully understand even if I talk slower for you, because the truth is that I’ve already tried. You’re right. We’ve been gravitating toward each other for months now, and I figured it would be an inevitability that our issues would finally be put to a rest at Pain For Pride, but for as hard as you tried, it’s not going to be a solution that ends in your favor. See, you had the misfortune of stumbling upon an inevitability, a result that you cannot change no matter what you do or, better yet, what you *try* to do.
(Drake raises an eyebrow as he steps forward, confronting Cy further.)
Drake King: And I am very much so interested to hear why that’s the case.
Cy Henderson: Why wouldn’t it be? When I lost the World Heavyweight Championship last year it was never a question of if I was ever going to win it back again, it was a matter of when. And it just so happened that it would be sooner rather than later on the same stage I retained the title against Joso and…
(Cy takes his finger and pushes it into Drake’s chest.)
Cy Henderson: You.
(The crowd ooh’s at this as Drake’s eye twitches.)
Cy Henderson: So for more than a year now it’s been a question on *your end* whether or not you could get back to that level. The level that you were at when we first met what seemingly feels like ages ago at that ill-fated Territorial Invasion, a World Championship level. But as far as I’m concerned… the answer is *no.*
Drake King: Shut up. The last thing I need is to be accused by CY HENDERSON of not being “on that level”. Are you hearing yourself right now? We are close to EAW’s 20th season, and for 8 of them the only thing that has been consistent is Drake King. I am God for a reason, but at the same time, I’m not entirely surprised that you’re doubting that, because I am so used to the disrespect at this point that it doesn’t phase me. I just don’t understand what goes on in your mind to try and rationalize this Pain For Pride being a win for you.
(Drake chuckles as he ponders for a moment.)
Drake King: You got me once… but seeing everything that you’ve done since your return, I know for certain that is not going to happen again. And what are you going to do about it Cy??? You’re not going to do anything! Neither you or Machina are going to stop MY inevitability at Pain For Pride, one of you isn’t even here right now-
Stew-O: OH MY GOD!
Flannery McCoy: MICHAEL MACHINA JUST SHOT THROUGH THE AIR AND CUT CY HENDERSON IN HALF WITH A BULLET FROM HELL!
Jake Mercer: Cy is completely floored as the World Heavyweight Champion is here! He rises up to his feet as Drake is taken aback by this! BUT HE’S QUICKLY RUSHING AT MACHINA-
Stew-O: BUT MACHINA MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THAT! He shoots toward the opposite side of the ring as Drake turns around!
Flannery McCoy: BULLET FROM HELL TO DRAKE KING!
(Machina floors Drake with a hard spear as he quickly rises back up to his feet, screaming at the top of his lungs as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers for the World Heavyweight Champion. He snatches a microphone from off the ground as he begins to speak.)
Michael Machina: You sons of bitches get real comfortable talking shit when I’m not around. But when I am THIS is what happens. At Pain For Pride I better be in for some real competition, or else the only inevitability is me heading into next season STILL the World Heavyweight Champion.
(Machina scoops up his title, taking it in his other hand and raising it into the air as the crowd continues to cheer.)
Michael Machina: I told both of you that I’m done with the talking, and I’m DAMN SURE done with the games. So unless you have something else to bring to the table, prepare for this to be the visual you see every goddamn week until I’m satisfied. THAT’S a warning.
(Machina slams his microphone down to the ground as ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep begins to play through the speakers of the arena. He slings his title over his shoulder as he makes his way out of the ring, marching up the ramp and not even taking a second glance back at the carnage that he left.)
(The camera focuses on Drake King, who is beginning to come to his senses in the corner, and needless to say, he is absolutely livid. He glares over at Cy Henderson, who is nursing his back in pain against the ropes, bearing his own unhappiness as his eyes are completely fixated on the Champion, with the last shot seen being him disappearing through the backstage area while Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Pain for Pride, where Michael Machina defends the EAW World Heavyweight Championship against Drake King and Cy Henderson.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: And it is a Cash In The Vault qualifying match!
(‘Ghost Myself’ by DIAMANTE by All Time Low blares throughout the building as Raven Roberts trudges out from the back, ready to go and take a huge opportunity for herself as it regards Pain For Pride. She nods, walking down the ramp and entering the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 122 pounds… she is “THE BIRD OF PREY…” RAVVVEEENNNN! ROOBBBEERRRTTTTTSSSSSSSS!!!
(ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii hits the speakers and the crowd cheers loudly as BRAE storms down the ramp, a fired up look on his face. BRAE marches down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He swings over the ropes, pointing to the cheering fans.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, from Bray County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing in at 215 pounds… he is “SON” BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: Extremely high stakes here as both Raven and BRAE circle around the ring, and they snap into a collar & elbow tie-up, no! Raven ducks underneath and grabs BRAE into a waistlock! He sends an elbow to the side of her head, and another one! BRAE spins around and he shoves Raven to the ropes! She bounces off and BRAE knocks her down with a shoulder block! BRAE looks to follow through, but Raven rolls to her fours and grabs BRAE by the ankles, tripping him onto his stomach. She leaps into a side headlock, doing what she can to grind him down!
Jake Mercer: He slowly rises, sending an elbow to the kidney. He sends another elbow, and brings her to the ropes, throwing Raven off! BRAE comes in with another shoulder block! He hits the ropes and she rolls. He leaps over her body and swings into a boot, but she catches the leg and spins him around! BRAE turns back to her and she nails him with a forearm! But he fires back with one of his own! Another forearm from BRAE, and Raven falls against the ropes!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE revs up a lariat, but Raven brings him down with a drop toe hold into the middle rope! BRAE bounces off, and Raven hooks the waist, lifting him up for a back suplex—stalled! BRAE spins around and hooks the head of Raven, driving her down with an early DDT!
Stew-O: He rolls over and hooks the legs! He goes straight into the pinfall!
ONE—
Jake Mercer: Raven gets her shoulder up! BRAE takes her by the hair and pulls her up. He kicks her in the ribs and takes her by the head, lifting her up for a snap suplex, but she stalls it! He tries again, but she tries to swing him into one of her own! BRAE spins out of it, and he hooks the arm. BRAE now wants a tiger suplex, but she runs him backwards into the turnbuckles!
Stew-O: With her arms free, she quickly runs across the ring and bounces off the turnbuckles into a leaping clothesline! BRAE stumbles out of the corner, and Raven dropkicks his knee out! He falls to his knees and Raven rises, swinging a roundhouse kick to the head, but BRAE ducks it! She loses her balance, and he hooks the waist!
Flannery McCoy: Raven tries her best to fight free, but it’s no use as BRAE heaves her up for a big german suplex! Raven holds the back of her head, rolling to the corner. She sits up, grimacing. BRAE rises to her feet and runs off the ropes, flying into a big facewash! His boot scrapes off the face of Roberts, and he drags her away, hooking the legs.
OOOONNNNEEEE!!!
TW—
Stew-O: Kick out from Raven! BRAE shakes his head and pulls her up. He grabs her by the waist, trying for a gutwrench suplex, but she stalls it. BRAE tries again, but Raven sends a knee to the abdomen! He struggles, spinning around to a front waistlock! But Raven with a bell clap! BRAE grimaces, releasing her. Raven ducks underneath, grabbing BRAE by the waist. She runs him to the ropes, trying an O’Connor Roll-
Jake Mercer: He hangs onto the ropes, and Raven backrolls to her feet. BRAE spins around and flies into a leaping knee! Down goes Raven! BRAE shakes his head, and he exits to the apron. He makes his way up top, seeing an opening… Raven is still out of it, and BRAE leaps off the top rope into a SENTON!
Flannery McCoy: NO! RAVEN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRAE HITS THE CANVAS HARD! BRAE holds at his back and pain, and Raven slowly rises to her feet. She stumbles, pulling BRAE up to his feet. She swings him around, leaping into a backstabber! BRAE falls over, holding at his back in pain. Raven rolls him over and she hooks the legs.
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
Jake Mercer: Kick out! BRAE clutches at his back. Raven rises to his feet, and he steps out to the apron. She takes the ropes, slingshotting over the top rope into a foot stomp! BRAE holds at his spine, and Raven pulls him up. BRAE staggers forward, and Raven takes advantage of his lack of balance.
Stew-O: She throws him full force into the turnbuckles, and he lands back-first! BRAE bounces off the ropes and turnbuckles, falling flat onto his face. Raven stumbles backwards, waiting for BRAE to rise up to his feet. He slowly rises, grimacing as he does so…
Flannery McCoy: She runs forward into ‘FACELIFT!’ THE SPINNING HEEL KIC—NO! BRAE catches her by the leg! He pops her up high in the air and he hoists her up for a POWERBOMB! Raven gets planted, and BRAE hangs on to her! He heaves her up again with a FOLDING POWERBOMB! RIGHT INTO THE COVER!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: But it’s not enough! Raven kicks out! BRAE thought he had a chance there, but Raven is far more resilient than that! He drags her up to her feet and he tucks her head in! He wraps his arms around her waist, trying for a third powerbomb, but Raven does everything in her power to stall it! BRAE struggles, trying to slam her down-
Jake Mercer: It’s countered with a hurricanrana! BRAE rolls through, doing the best that he can to avoid the pressure on his back. He slowly rises, and Raven is up to her feet, waiting on him! SHE LIFTS HIM UP!
Flannery McCoy: ‘HUNTRESS BOMB!’ THE SIT OUT SPINEBUSTER CONNECTS, AND BRAE GOES DOWN RIGHT ONTO HIS INJURED BACK! RAVEN HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
Jake Mercer: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM BRAE! Raven falls back, slapping the canvas. She’s done a great job targeting the back, but it hasn’t been enough for her to finish the job and pick up the win! Raven rises to her feet and BRAE rolls over, kicking his legs on the mat.
Stew-O: Raven pulls him up, and sends an elbow to the back! She sends another elbow to his back. He falls against the ropes, grimacing in pain. Raven turns around and she quickly runs off the ropes, looking to follow through with a flying elbow to the back—but BRAE moves out of the way and she bounces off the ropes, falling to the canvas!
Flannery McCoy: She slowly rises, and here comes BRAE with a big lariat! He brings her down! She rises and he brings her down with ANOTHER lariat! Raven rises on impact, and she swings for BRAE who ducks and takes the waist for a GERMAN SUPLEX!
Jake Mercer: He hangs on to Raven and rolls through, lifting her up for ANOTHER german suplex! Raven holds the back of her head, grimacing! BRAE rolls through, lifting her up for a THIRD german suplex! He rolls through, lifting her for a FOURTH one, and he tosses her! Both of them are laid out on the mat!
Stew-O: BRAE rolls over, stumbling towards Raven. He pulls her up and shoves her into the corner! Raven gasps out, and BRAE chops her! He chops her again! And now BRAE unleashes the machine gun chops on Raven! She wheezes, getting fired up by all of these chops!
Flannery McCoy: She stumbles out of the corner and BRAE quickly runs off the ropes for momentum, taking her out with a LARIAT! Raven just got folded on the back of her head, and BRAE drops down, hooking the legs for the win!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
TTTHHHHRRRRR—
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM ROBERTS! BRAE kneels up, slapping the mat! He staggers up to his feet, falling into the corner. He waits for Raven to rise to her feet, beating his chest repeatedly. Raven rolls over, groaning. She slowly pushes up to her feet.
Stew-O: He runs out of the corner! ‘MORRIGAN!’ HE WANTS THAT KIC—NO! RAVEN TRIPS HIM ONTO HIS STOMACH! SHE LEAPS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE! LIONSAULT DIRECTLY TO THAT BAD BACK! AND BRAE GETS FLATTENED BY ROBERTS! She rolls over, slapping the mat repeatedly!
Flannery McCoy: Raven is looking to end this one now! BRAE is hurting! He slowly pushes up off of the canvas, and she exits to the apron! She makes her way up top, meanwhile BRAE is still in pain… Raven leaps off the top rope!
Jake Mercer: ‘AERIAL ACE!’ THE SHOOTING STAR KNEE RIGHT OTO THAT BACK! AND BRAE GOES DOWN! RAVEN FOLLOWS WITH HIM, AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
TTTHHHHRRRRR—
Stew-O: BUT BRAE KICKS OUT! BOTH BADLY WANT TO GO TO PAIN FOR PRIDE, AND THEY’LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES! Raven sits up, gasping. BRAE is still laid out on the canvas, and Raven looks up to the top rope. She hugs her knee, feeling the pain from driving it into BRAE’s back!
Flannery McCoy: She slowly rises, stumbling towards BRAE. She grabs him by the head and does her best to pull him up, but he’s purely deadweight and collapses to his fours. Raven tries once again to lift him up, but BRAE is still too heavy for her! She drops him, and falls into the ropes.
Jake Mercer: Raven exits to the apron, and she begins to make the ascent up to the top rope. BRAE isn’t moving, as Raven positions herself up top and she leaps off the ropes! RAVEN WANTS ‘RAVEN’S WINGS!’ THE SPIRAL TAP—
Stew-O: —DOES NOT CONNECT! BRAE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! RAVEN HITS THE CANVAS HARD! THAT MAY HAVE KNOCKED ALL OF THE WIND OUT OF HER! HE TAKES THE ROPES INSTEAD, LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE! RAVEN IS HURTING RIGHT NOW!
Flannery McCoy: HUGE KNEE FROM BRAE! Raven bounces into the ropes, and BRAE scoops her up! He runs her into the turnbuckles, driving her there back first, and then he spins into a powerslam in the center of the ring! BRAE holds at his back, and Raven rolls away!
Jake Mercer: She gets underneath the bottom rope, lying on the apron, and BRAE is up! He makes his way towards Raven, pulling her up to her feet. He leans her against the ropes, and ties her arms around them!
Stew-O: BRAE raises his arm up, and he starts slamming his fist across the chest of Raven! ‘THE 10 BEATS OF BRAE!’ AND THESE FANS ARE COUNTING ALONG!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! … TEEENNNNN!!!
Flannery McCoy: Raven is about to fall over! But BRAE climbs up the middle rope, and wraps his arm around her neck. Raven reaches out desperately, but BRAE leaps off the middle rope with a SLEEPER SUPLEX BACK INTO THE RING! RAVEN GOT DROPPED ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! BRAE rolls her over and he makes the cover!
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEE—
Jake Mercer: BUT RAVEN STILL FINDS A WAY TO KICK OUT! BRAE runs a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what it’ll take to end this one! Both have hit each other with a lot, but neither of them have gone for the home run swing!
Stew-O: Raven rolls over, pushing her hands on the canvas. BRAE wants to go for Morrigan again, but hold on—
Flannery McCoy: BRAE’s attention is taken away from Raven Roberts! Kassidy Heart makes her way down the ramp, and she hops onto the apron! Not this again! She attacked him last week! BRAE SWINGS FOR HER HEAD!
Jake Mercer: KASSIDY DROPS DOWN! BRAE IS PISSED! HE THREADS A LEG THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! HE’S ABOUT TO EXIT THE RING AND FOLLOW KASSIDY OUT! BRAE, LOOK BACK-
Stew-O: ‘TALON!’ RAVEN WITH THE FLYING BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! DOWN GOES BRAE! AND HE NEVER SAW IT COMING! SHE PULLS BRAE AWAY AND HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, and advancing to the Cash In The Vault match at Pain For Pride… RAAVVEENNN! ROOBBBEERRRTTTTSSS!!!
(Raven rolls off of BRAE, looking down at him. She rises to her feet and stares at Kassidy on the ramp, shaking her head. Nonetheless, she had to do what she do. The referee takes her arm and raises it up. Raven nods, taking the victory as it is, and leaving out the ring.)
Jake Mercer: That was one hell of a match between both BRAE and Raven Roberts, but BRAE missed out on his opportunity to go to Pain For Pride all thanks to Kassidy Heart!
Stew-O: Last week she decided to make an example out of BRAE, and that’s yet another failure from a massive Pain For Pride shot that was at stake for BRAE.
Flannery McCoy: Congratulations to Raven for the win, but this has to hurt for BRAE.
(As BRAE comes to terms with what just happened, he sits in the center of the ring, fuming. He glances at Kassidy who has a smirk on her face, his eye twitching and his fists clenched. She turns around and walks off, leaving BRAE to sit with the defeat all on his own.)
(Backstage, Limmy Monaghan is warming up, getting ready for the main event later on in the evening. Once he’s satisfied with the feeling of his limbs, he begins to make his way elsewhere—that is, before someone approaches him. Taking a side-eyed glance, he lifts a brow.)
Limmy Monaghan: Oh? You actually wanna speak with me?
(The person in question ends up being Kirk Redwood. He isn’t demure, not in the slightest, but it’s clear by the look in his eyes he’s serious about whatever the reason may be for him to approach Limmy.)
Kirk Redwood: Yeah. Shocker, huh?
Limmy Monaghan: Well, not to be facetious, but you haven’t given people much of an ample reason to not be at least on guard—even with that little rescue of yours.
Kirk Redwood: Tch. Quite the smartass still.
(Limmy shrugs, cracking a smirk.)
Limmy Monaghan: Pot, meet kettle.
(Kirk rolls his eyes. However, he brings himself back to center. Had this been just a season ago, his temper definitely would’ve led him to act out right there and then off of perceived disrespect—but for a man looking to change, he’s looking to maintain his composure.)
Kirk Redwood: Right. Well, I’ll cut t’the chase, ‘cause you and I are essentially in the same boat. Regardless of how things have worked out for us at Fighting Spirit, we’re both lookin’ to leave one last mark ‘fore the season closes up shop. Right?
(Limmy’s brow grows to a subtle confusion as he folds his arms.)
Limmy Monaghan: Uh, yeah. Guess you can say that… but, respectfully, Kirk? Not fixing to team up with you outside of tonight. :mjlol: I think the tag team side of things is all filled up anyhow.
Kirk Redwood: Alright, that’s not what I’m eluding to whatsoever. Like hell I would wanna work with you anyhow; you’re a jackass.
Limmy Monaghan: Touche—and ditto.
Kirk Redwood: :francis:
Kirk Redwood: … alright, I get it. Things haven’t been smooth with us throughout our tenure here, but you don’t gotta drag it. I ain’t askin’ for us to be buddy-buddies, but… my point is that we’re both looking for that big match at Pain for Pride—and I don’t see no other way for us to get there aside from facin’ each other.
Limmy Monaghan: …oh?
Kirk Redwood: Yeah. *Oh.*
(A brief pause falls over Limmy.)
Limmy Monaghan: So, what, you want some kind of friendly fight?
Kirk Redwood: If that’s how you wanna view it. Might as well welcome you to the Hall of Fame properly, Limmy. ‘Sides, I just beat a hall of famer, so ain’t no problem for me to shoot for the stars again, yeah?
Limmy Monaghan: Well, I don’t have any issue with that, but the last time you and I went head-to-head on a pay per view stage, you couldn’t get the job done. Hell, you were definitely way more cocky about it. I’m just not feeling this new humble thing you’re trying to implement, but if it’s a match you want? Then sure. We can run it back one more time—and I certainly am not going to need your welcome.
Kirk Redwood: Yeah?
(Kirk snorts.)
Kirk Redwood: Alright. I think you will, but we can worry about the specifics later.
(Limmy’s eyes narrow slightly.)
Limmy Monaghan: Yeah. Guess so, eh?
(Both men nod, a bit of tension brewing, but nothing escalates. Kirk takes it upon himself to part away, and Limmy watches. Once he’s certain nothing else is to happen, he stares off elsewhere, thinking about everything, and the shot transitions elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Razorface’ by Celldweller can be heard across the speakers as the audience allows for their mixed reactions to be heard, with David Gideon Smith emerging from the back. His face remains obstructed from view with his cloak, as he methodically paces down the ramp with his gaze set toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 245 pounds… ‘THE SOVEREIGN’, DAVID GIDEOOOOOOOOOOOON SMITH!!!
Stew-O: David Gideon Smith has certainly solidified himself continuously, as he has been frequenting competition against all kinds of facets across EAW, from the less experienced to the Hall of Famers as he has been able to uphold himself accordingly.
Flannery McCoy: That much is certain, David has kept himself busy in this realm of competition & he does not intend on slowing down, as he’s up against quite possibly the most dangerous elitist that he could possibly face under these circumstances!
(‘Partition [Smearcase Trap Remix]’ by Beyoncé can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds loudly for the arrival of Kassidy Heart. Kassidy makes her way from the back & to the stage, with the camera emphasizing hyper focused attention upon her every step, panning upward to the EAW Hall of Famer herself, who grins lowly as she looks toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: And introducing her opponent! From Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 141 pounds… ‘THE MAULER’, KASSIDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HEART!!!!
Stew-O: And here she is, entering the fray following a sizable intrusion earlier in the show as she’s looking to make all the more of a great night of action occur. To go against David, another competitor who looks to seize the moment, will prove to be enough to witness.
Jake Mercer: I cannot express how much of a test this is gonna be for David here, but he’s been in that ring against plenty of the very best! He’s been able to garner that exclusive elitist experience & has incredibly credible victories under his name at that! This will be a real treat to see!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Our match on hand tonight is now looking to set itself into motion—AS KASSIDY HAS NO ROOM FOR PATIENCE! SHE’S SENDING ALL OF THE PRESSURE FORWARD HERE AS SHE’S SPIRALLING ELBOW AFTER ELBOW ACROSS THE JAW OF GIDEON SMITH! You know the referee will not be having any reservation of making any count happen in favor of not getting on her bad side! Kassidy will just keep on putting up the pressure here without a second thought to be given! Smith needs to find his own way out of these elbows that are kicking off the match in a hitch!
Flannery McCoy: ‘TILL DAVID’S ABLE TO HALT AN ELBOW—BY HOISTING KASS & TOSSING HER OUT OF THE RING! But Kassidy holds on!!!! David is turning himself around as he sends a brief BACK ELBOW that causes Kassidy to very briefly halt at this moment! Kassidy may very well be in her own mix of trouble right now, as now David is taking a hold of her head, and he’s looking to send the message very strongly as he’s DRIVING HER INTO THE RING POST—
Jake Mercer: BUT KASS’ CLUTCHES ONTO DAVID WITH A SUDDEN GUILLOTINE! The choke is being applied as Smith is now being forced to bring himself over the ropes—AS THEY COLLAPSE ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! The collapse allows for David to be free from the choke, with Kassidy rising upward to her feet firstmost, as Gideon Smith is still on a knee, with Kassidy now looking to continue mounting the offense ahead!
Stew-O: BUT DAVID SENDS KASSIDY BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!! David is firing off in an immense way to set this match forward! David has been able to get control through the environmental offense as he’s able to garner some support, not letting this shift in any other way than one where he can maintain all of the control! Kass’ is glancing off to the referee as she’s shaking her own head as the official understands no counts will be made! Kass’ isn’t staying down for long at all, now looking to bring herself upward as David takes notice of this!
Flannery McCoy: As David sends a stiff boot across the abdomen to keep Kassidy at bay! Smith is inclined to ensure that Kass doesn’t bring herself up to any other manner possible, as the longer she’s got suppressed the better that his own chances become of walking out of this match with possibly the biggest win of his career! David is now steadily grabbing a hold of Kassidy’s head, nodding to himself as he’s got the Mauler in trouble here! Looking to bring her back into the ring about as quickly as he can be able to do so—
Jake Mercer: ‘TILL KASSIDY IS ABLE TO SHOVE GIDEON SMITH DIRECTLY INTO THE APRON WITH AUTHORITY!!! BACK FIRST!!! David is immediately wrapping an arm around his own abdomen, shaking his own head as he understands just as well that this is NOT the place to be caught up within as Kassidy will take every possible advantage here! Now Kass’ is recollecting herself quickly, perhaps annoyed with how David was able to push that pace & leave her in trouble for the moment that he did! Now Kass has her own opening here to inflict even worse upon David Smith, as she’s now looking to drive into David ACCORDINGLY!
Stew-O: “STARGAZING” LANDS ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! David is immediately clutching onto the back of his head after the thudding impact of that inverted DDT onto the cold floor! Kassidy is nodding to herself as a mischievous smile forms on her face, able to acknowledge how this has formulated for the better as this match has panned out toward her own favor! Now Kassidy is bringing herself upward, as her attention remains fixated on David while taking hold of his head, and dragging him upward before getting him back into the ring with as much as possible to give!
Flannery McCoy: As Kassidy is able to bring herself back into the ring, looking toward David with a wicked smile on her own face while David is trying to get herself back into motion, but this is surely becoming all the more of an issue for him the longer that this match will continue to play in her favor, AS KASSIDY ALLOWS FOR A SUDDEN STEP-UP ENZIGURI ACROSS THE BACK HIS OWN NECK AS WELL!!! David finds himself crumbling back down as Kassidy is now maintaining the cover all the more!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH! David is able to kick out as this match continues further! Kassidy is grimacing as she understands much more will need to be done, perhaps. underestimating just how much David is willing to put himself through here! Kassidy finds herself situated over Smith, now trying to rock the hell out of him with repeated elbows across his temple here! She doesn’t want to let up as long as she can keep on putting David down, not looking to slow down with the pace this match has set!
Stew-O: As she finds herself backing away, with David steadily rising up to a knee while Kassidy is looking to make the absolute most out of what she can possibly do from here, looking for a STIFF KNEE—BUT David HOLDS ONTO THE KNEE HERE! Kassidy is grimacing as she’s shoving him off and into the ropes, as she’s looking to return fire with A VERY STIFF KNEE LIFT FROM HERE—
Flannery McCoy: BIG BOOT FROM DAVID CATCHES KASSIDY OFF GUARD COMPLETELY RIGHT THERE!! An immense counter from Gideon Smith as Kassidy is sent rolling backward and up to her knees, with Kassidy stirring immensely as David sees his opportunity from here, rushing from the ropes and back toward the Hall of Famer—WITH ‘ERGO SUM’ ACROSS THE BACK OF HER NECK!!! David is hooking the leg from here!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT!! Kassidy shoots the arm upward yet David is maintaining the grasp that he has around Kassidy’s waist!! Kassidy is trying to bring herself upward, able to rise to a knee while David is following suit by keeping his hands clasped together & refusing to let go of the Hall of Famer as well! Heart is looking to bring herself upward, able to do so in enough of a quickened manner as she gets his hands onto David’s grasp, trying to pry him off from herself—
Stew-O: AS DAVID DELIVERS A HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX TO DRIVE KASSIDY DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!! The frustration is absolutely apparent here as now David Gideon Smith is looking to continue mounting the pressure against her! David vigorously shakes his head as he rises to his feet while keeping Kassidy dragged upward, now looking to bolster it further with a TWISTING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX—
Flannery McCoy: BUT KASSIDY IS DRIVING ELBOWS DOWN ONTO HIS SKULL!!! David is forced to adjust position BY SWIFTLY APPLYING A CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING!! Kassidy finds herself back in trouble as David is looking to tuck the forearm under her chin, but Kass is refusing to let as much happen as her own palm is set beneath her chin to stop the choke from moving further! Smith is shaking his own head, deadset in applying this choke and making the impossible happen tonight WHILE KASSIDY SENDS AN ELBOW ACROSS HIS ABDOMEN!
Jake Mercer: AND SHIFTS BEHIND DAVID—AS ‘33’ SUPLEX DE LA LUNA DROPS HIM!!! David is now clutching onto his own neck here as he’s caught up at the moment! This was not panning out all too well for Kass but she’s able to make the turnaround with David being spiked onto the canvas, enough of the pressure that’s keeping him from employing as much of the offense that he’s been able to dish out against his opponent tonight!
Stew-O: BEFORE KASSIDY LEAPS FORWARD TO GIDEON SMITH WITH ‘THE SHINING’!!! LEAPING TRIANGLE CHOKE CATCHES Smith OFF GUARD!! The submission from the Hall of Famer is tightly applied in order to wear down David further and potentially put him to sleep in order to put her opponent down!!! Kassidy is clutching on & refusing to let up while David is able to maintain himself accordingly, refusing to drop down yet Kassidy’s wrapping her legs around his waist to coil the pressure further!
Flannery McCoy: As David is now dropping down to a knee, with all of the problems that Kassidy has been able to provide against David now catapulting into what can be the end of this match! David is finding himself in deep trouble the longer that the sleeper hold is able to maintain itself, as he’s trying to keep himself from going completely dormant as the referee is keeping a strong eye on him! David is slipping a bit here as Kassidy feels that victory is inching closer and closer as long as she can keep this submission applied!
Jake Mercer: AS DAVID REVERTS HIS POSITIONING & GETS KASSIDY STUCK IN A ‘THANATODOXIA’—BUT KASS’ SCRAMBLES AS WELL TO FREE HERSELF AS WELL!!! Now he’s rising back up and collecting his bearings again as Heart is doing the same, refusing to be kept at bay as David may be looking to ensure there’s another route of putting his opponent down! But Kassidy is refusing to stay down!!! Kass rushes ahead & looks to PUSH THE PACE FURTHER—
Stew-O: WITH A ‘THE BLACK BLADE’—BUT KASS DUCKS UNDER AS DAVID COLLIDES WITH THE CORNER!! David misses with the patented lariat as he finds himself colliding with the corner, rebounding from the corner in order to keep steady as he’s been caught in the whirlwind here—AS HE’S CAUGHT BY A STUNNING ‘GO TO GAWD’ SPEAR THAT STOPS HIM IN HIS TRACKS!!! The spear puts David back down, now looking to make the most out of this time by hooking the leg as she can win right here!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! Smith IS STILL IN THIS! Kassidy is feeling the wherewithal set in here as she wants to win this match sooner than later! Kass now finds herself backing off, as David is languishing around & trying to settle into a proper position here while on the crawl! Kassidy’s eyes are widened as she has all of her focus emphasized on David, looking to put this match behind her & end it with what can bring her this victory AS SHE’S RUSHING AHEAD FOR THE ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’—
Jake Mercer: ‘METEOR ASTRA’ FROM DAVID SLAMS KASSIDY DOWN ONTO THE MAT!!!! Kassidy is rocked as she’s just as wide eyed in a daze, left trying to reconfigure her own positioning as she’s rising steadily from here, while David is looking to bring himself right up & recovering just enough to keep pushing the pace as far as he can from here! He knows there won’t be another moment to waste as long as there is still a match to win against the EAW Hall of Famer!
Stew-O: As Kassidy is trying to keep herself upward here, which leaves more than enough room for Smith to rush toward the ropes—AS HE REBOUNDS TOWARD KASSIDY WITH ‘EDGE LOGIC I’!!! ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! David hooks the leg as the referee now rushes himself to the cover!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH!!! STILL NOT OVER! Kassidy is able to remain in this match as David is wide-eyed, understanding that far more will need to be done in order to see to it that he retains before House of Glass! David backs himself away from Kassidy, with his hands clutched onto his own head as he’s growing in intensity! He can declare the end of this match to come right here if he plays his cards right! David has the match ready for the end, Kassidy steadily rises as David RUSHES TO THE ROPES, AND REBOUNDS TOWARD HER WITH ‘INFINITE IMPALER’—
Jake Mercer: KASSIDY CATCHES DAVID WITH A KNEE LIFT AS HE WAS LEAPING TOWARD HER!! David is wide eyed as he’s got the wind knocked out of him there, with Kassidy rising up to her feet as the pressure has been brought to an immense threshold from here!! And Kass can only grin from ear to ear as she’s now bringing herself up to the very top of the turnbuckle, refusing to let it all go to waste as she’s now looking for the end, AS SHE’S LEAPING OFF AND AIMING FOR THE ‘MAXX SOLARIS’—
Stew-O: DAVID CAUGHT HER WITH
‘THANATODOXIA’ AGAIN! THE D’ARCE CHOKE! KASSIDY IS TRYING TO SCRAMBLE! The referee is keeping a stern eye on the action as this match can end abruptly at any given second!!! Kassidy is left struggling here as David Smith is refusing to let go! He’s doing everything that he can keep this submission applied as KASS IS TRULY IN TROUBLE—AS KASS’ PRESSES HER FEET AGAINST THE ROPES TO PUSH HERSELF ONTO GIDEON SMITH! SHOULDERS DOWN!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: DAVID SHOVES KASSIDY AWAY! I BELIEVE KASS WAS EVEN BITING ONTO HIS NOSE THERE DURING THE PIN AS WELL!!! David is quickly motioning away, trying to get some semblance of control back in this match as he’s retreating to the corner where he’s got his hand on his nose—
Jake Mercer: AS THERE’S A PALM GRASPING ONTO DAVID’S FOOT!!! David’s attention is immediately turned toward who’s grabbing his damn foot—‘CAUSE IT’S BRIAN DANIELS! David’s attention has been brought down toward Brian Daniels as he’s wide eyed right now, seeing how Daniels is now intruding on this encounter with his opponent, ‘CAUSE IT’S TOO LATE ONCE HE SPOTS WHAT IS RUSHING TOWARD HIM NOW!
Stew-O: ‘THE RAPTURE’ ACROSS HIS JAW!!! Kassidy just rocked David Gideon Smith with the kick sprawling right toward him! Gideon Smith drops down to a prone state, unable to defend himself accordingly as he may be taken from all of the momentum, as Kassidy is now rushing back toward him—AS SHE LANDS THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN WITH ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’!!! OUCH!! SMITH IS DOWN & OUT AS KASSIDY MOTIONS OVER TO THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEE—
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….. KASSIDYYYYYYYYY HEART!!!!
Flannery McCoy: My goodness, that is absolutely a match to remember. Unbridled pressure across the board, and Kassidy Heart garners the win in absolutely immense fashion after a very strong outing from David Gideon Smith as well!
Jake Mercer: I mean, all of that and Brian Daniels had much of a hand here, as he’s now got his sights aimed at David & seemingly understands what he did in this match—which, is seemingly acknowledged by someone else THAT JUST ROLLED OUT OF THE RING—
Stew-O: AS KASSIDY SHOVES DANIELS INTO THE BARRICADE! THE BACK OF HIS HEAD COLLIDING THERE! Kassidy is very visibly upset and furious that ANY hand interfered with her work, and now her sights are set on Daniels! AS SHE’S SLAMMING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE OVER & OVER AGAIN!
Flannery McCoy: And Kassidy tosses Brian back into the ring without a second thought! Daniels is prone at the moment while Gideon Smith has rolled out of the ring at this point, with Kassidy grinning to herself as she sees her opportunity here! AS SHE LOOKS TO REBOUND FROM THE ROPES FOR ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’—
Jake Mercer: ‘MORRIGANNNNN’!!!!!! BRAE SENDS KASSIDY THROUGH THE ROPES & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR WITH THE BROGUE KICK!!!! Kassidy was caught entirely off guard by BRAE as he’s able to make the damn save for Brian Daniels tonight! Some payback for earlier in the freakin’ night!!!
(The audience responds loudly as BRAE is bringing now motioning himself over toward Brian, extending the hand outward to him—as Brian keeps a palm over his own head, taking his hand with his other palm as he gets himself back up, the shared nod between the two in respect..)
( David Gideon Smith clutches onto his own jaw while posing a sizable grin on his face when seated against the barricade, while Kassidy is motioning up to a knee, glaring up at BRAE with sheer anger after he made the save apparent, grimacing strongly as the scene fades.)
(A commercial plays for the NBA Finals.)
(Backstage, Effy McAvoy and Ahren Fournier are seen together with Jennipurr content on her special little pillow by the couch. Effy has a small notepad and is writing intently whereas Ahren is speaking.)
Ahren Fournier: —and honestly, I don’t think you’re going to get the jitters. You’ve wrestled at Pain for Pride before! You are a Young GOAT, so you are used to the big stages! Yes! It is YOU that must instill some nerves into that dumb skank Mia and show her that just because she won to face you does not mean much as changed between you competition wise! I mean, who does she even think she is?! She cannot compare to you, my pupil, and the only one worthy of carrying on the Fournier legacy!
Jennipurr: Meow. 😌 Meow meow, meow.
Ahren Fournier: Oh, that is an excellent point, Jennipurr! :drakelike: Write that down, Effy!
Effy McAvoy: Heh. I will, don’t worry!
(And as promised, she makes sure to jot down the knowledgeable feline’s, erm, words onto the paper.)
Effy McAvoy: … you know, Ahren, I am glad for this. You keep my head straight. I feel like other people wouldn’t care to keep honing their craft, but you continue to show me the worth of that. 😊
Ahren Fournier: Of course! You are a two-time champion, twice as nice, but that’s twice the chance of you becoming fat, lazy, ugly and a worthless little elitist—like that loser Harper. At this rate, you might be on track to being in the Hall of Fame sooner than she! Anyways, yes—while I am 176% certain you will beat Mia, you still have to take this fight seriously. The title is on the line, and the chance to walk into SZN 20 as champion is there as well. Most Elitists drop like flies, but you won’t! You will fly like a bird and continue to CRAP all over the opposition!
Effy McAvoy: You have a way with words. :mjlol:
Ahren Fournier: Well, everyone is a joke. Might as well be a comedian. :troll:
(The two cackle. While Ahren is, well, Ahren, he does have genuine care for Effy and her success. His pride for her is evident in the way he smiles—a rare sincere expression from him.)
(However, a knock on the door wavers the shared mirthful laughter.)
Ahren Fournier: Oh, good! The food delivery person is here. I was getting impatient.
Jennipurr: Meow!
Ahren Fournier: Yes, yes, I made sure to remember the extra bacon. Means that your breath as to be brushed twice tonight, though. A pretty cat like you is not supposed to have nasty breath!
Jennipurr: Meow…
(Ahren snorts and gets up, fixing his collar. He goes to open the door—)
(CRAAAAAAAACK!!!)
Effy McAvoy: A-Ahren?!
(Jennipurr shoots up, fur on back prickling as she hisses. Effy stands, and Ahren is down as a hot plate of chicken and mashed potatoes was thrown into his face!)
Stew-O: WHAT ON EARTH?! THE HALL OF FAMER HAS BEEN ATTACKED?!!
Jake Mercer: AND I THINK WE KNOW WHO IT IS—!
Effy McAvoy: Mia—oof!
(Mia Santoro rushes in, tackling Effy down to the floor! The two begin to brawl while Jennipurr keeps her distance!)
Stew-O: AND IT’S A FIGHT! MIA AMBUSHED EFFY AND AHREN!
Flannery McCoy: Effy is at least fighting back! She manages to KICK MIA INTO THE LOCKER, and Santoro grimaces! Effy scrambles up, and the champion looks to run in—
(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!)
Jake Mercer: BUT WITH THE REVERSAL, MIA SENDS HER HEAD CRASHING INTO IT INSTEAD!
Stew-O: OH, NO! EFFY DROPS TO HER KNEES—AND FROM BEHIND THERE’S A KNEE TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD!! MIA LEVELS HER!!
(Effy is sprawled out on the floor. Ahren, having rolled onto his stomach, tries to gather his bearings—)
Jake Mercer: SUPERKICK!
(And he’s out as well.)
(Mia stands above the two, a dark chuckle emanating.)
Mia Santoro: Well, there you go, Effy. Nothing about what has happened between the two of us is going to stop me from winning…
(And that’s when her head turns, seeing the Interwire title. She takes it up… then, slots it over her shoulder.)
Mia Santoro: In fact? I think I outta take this with me from now.
Stew-O: What!? But–she can’t! That’s not hers!
(Yet, she does so anyways. The security arrive, but Mia has left, and the medical crew come in to help Effy and Ahren as the scene fades.)
(Backstage, the camera cuts to the locker room of KASAI, the reigning Empress of Elite. She sits in her custom-made chair, whereas her faithful aide is by her side.)
KASAI’s Aide: Kōgō. Have the thought enticed you enough?
KASAI: Hmm…
(She rests her chin against her knuckles, eyes lost in thought for a moment before a controlled nod follows.)
KASAI: That, it has. An all-star triple threat? It can boast some use for me—especially since the current Universal Women’s Champion is entangled with the Grand Rampage winner.
(A light snort.)
KASAI: Hm. I must admit; I was eyeing that match against our dearest Tahira, but starling Siobhan beat me to the punch. No matter. Whoever shall emerge victorious will fall before me soon enough. Why not use this upcoming match as a prelude to that fact before it is cemented as truth?
KASAI’s Aide: That is a wonderful outlook. And you will end the season strong all the same.
KASAI: Precisely.
(Uncrossing her leg, she straightens up in her seat.)
KASAI: Of course, I could be vain and bitter. Upset that a Pain for Pride main event eludes me. Yet, I have made it clear that come this year, this promotion would be mine. I showed that when I won in February; I shall prove it again in three weeks, and later on? I do plan on holding above my head that championship which has managed to escape from my grasp for far too long.
(There could’ve been a hint of bitterness in her voice, but there isn’t any. Rather, a smirk, Cheshire in nature, slowly crawls across her face, dark chuckle rumbling beneath slim throat.)
KASAI: And whoever else is set to be involved shall be forced to acknowledge that. There is no stopping me. I have taken my losses, but now? I will continue to right the wrongs of my past.
KASAI’s Aide: That you will, Kōgō. Victory is yours to take. The Matriarch shall win again!
KASAI: Win, I will. Hahahahahaha!
(KASAI’s jubilant, off putting laugh rings out. It eventually simmers, and she relaxes in her seat once more.)
KASAI: I will be looking forward to see who will be part of the match. Perhaps someone familiar? Someone new I’ve yet to face? Or perhaps a fable of old, looking to return? Who knows? Either way, I shall be ready—and they will fall like dominoes before me. Now, let us continue viewing the show.
(She grins—then, a finger is raised.)
KASAI: Ah, and get me my drink. You forgot it on your way.
KASAI’s Aide: !!!
(The aide quickly, and sheepishly, bows.)
KASAI’s Aide: Gomen’nasai! Shūsei sa rerubekida!
(They rush out, not wishing to delay. KASAI chuckles at the display she deems to be endearing.)
KASAI: Yes, yes… it shall be corrected.
(And the final shot lands on her smile, dissolving slowly from that and fading into the ringside area.)
(A commercial plays for Persona 6. Yeah, it’s been formally announced now. Rejoice!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A TAG TEAM MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: AND IT IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!
(Ballad of a Prodigal Son by Lincoln Durham began blaring through the speakers to a loud mixed reaction as Kirk Redwood storms out from behind the stage curtains, glaring with determined eyes as he slaps himself to invigorate his fighting spirit; a scowl manifests, though, as ‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes began blaring through the speaker to a huge reaction and the Ace marches out onto the center of the stage. The two partners shoot a glance at each other before making their way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Weighing in at a combined weight of 437 pounds, THE DOG OF WAR… KIIIIIIIRK REEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOD! AND THE ACE, LIMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! MONA_HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Stew-O: We’ve got one hell of a star-studded main event tonight, folks!
Flannery McCoy: Not one but TWO world champions participating in it; on the other side, we’ve got a recent world championship contender in Kirk Redwood and the Ace himself, newly inducted Hall of Famer, Limmy Monaghan!
Jake Mercer: With Pain for Pride this close, you know that both of these elitists are going to be motivated to finish out the season strong, and with the type of grit they both have, they might get a TREMENDOUS victory here!
(‘you are stronger’ by lyn inaizumi began blaring through the speakers to tremendous cheers as Milli Banks strutted out onto the stage with a smirk, yet focused eyes narrowed towards the squared circle; her smile widened a bit as “Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep began blaring through the speakers to similarly massive cheers, with Michael Machina marching out onto the center of the stage. Both champions smirked at each other before hoisting their respective titles before making their way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! Weighing in at a combined weight of 392 pounds, SHE IS THE SUPERNOVA, THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION, MILLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS! AND THE NEW LEGEND, THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, MICHAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Stew-O: I’ve gotta say, if I had to stare down these two incredibly accomplished world champions, I don’t think I’d have the type of resolve that Limmy and Kirk have! Then again, that’s why I’m behind the desk and they’re raring to fight!
Flannery McCoy: Both champions are ready to defend their gold at the main event of Pain for Pride, and they sure aren’t looking to lose momentum here!
Jake Mercer: You’ve got to imagine that the likes of Drake King, Cy Henderson, and Minerva will be watching this match very closely to scout out the champs! Let’s see if they’ll get a weakness to work on!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Both teams seem to have decided who their starting entrants will be, and we’ve got a de facto rematch of the ages with Limmy Monaghan and Michael Machina, the Ace and the Machine, staring off!
Flannery McCoy: These two have had history with each other since as far back as last season when they were both competing on Voltage!
Jake Mercer: And it seems some things remain the same, because we’ve got Michael Machina as the world champion to this day over here on Dynasty as well! Limmy will be eager to prove that he’s got the mettle even after his Hall of Fame induction to knock Machina off his pedestal!
Stew-O: Both wrestlers exit their respective corners and begin circling the ring… two masters of their craft looking to compete for true superiority here tonight! The feeling is in the air as they get closer and closer… AND THE COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE UP!
Flannery McCoy: Despite their past enmity, it does seem like they’re just in here for pure competition as they jockey for position; Michael Machina is able to overpower the Ace in this as he starts to force Limmy back through sheer, raw power!
Jake Mercer: But look at that, the Ace opts for maneuvering as he quickly steps underneath Machina’s arm before getting behind the Machine and latching on a rear waist lock in the blink of an eye! He hoists Machina up in the air, possibly looking for a takedown or a suplex, but Machina connects with a quick back elbow to prevent it!
Stew-O: And from that back elbow, Machina reaches back further to wrap his arm around the side of Limmy’s head and applies a side headlock! But Limmy pushes back, forcing Machina into the ropes and causing him to rebound off into a sprint across the ring!
Flannery McCoy: These two have such experience wrestling each other that it’s like they know the other like the back of their hand! Machina IMMEDIATELY GOES FOR IT ALL HERE, REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING BEFORE ATTEMPTING A BULLET FROM HELL THIS EARLY ON!
Jake Mercer: Limmy showing off some incredible athleticism, though, as he leaps clean over Machina’s attempted finishing maneuver and causes Machina to keep the momentum going as he rushes right past back into the ropes!
Stew-O: Machina hits the ropes yet again but before he can even attempt a second bullet from hell, Limmy catches him with a running back elbow right up against the ropes, and that genuinely seems to catch Machina off guard because he seems rocked after getting hit with that!ddd
Flannery McCoy: A quick elbow smash across the jaw by the Ace gets used to turn Machina around, and he hoists the World Heavyweight Champion up from behind before DROPPING him onto his knees with a classic belly to back backbreaker!
Jake Mercer: That’s got Machina arching his back in pain, and it looks like Limmy is aiming to capitalize on that without a moment of hesitation as he grabs both of Machina’s legs and drags him away from the ropes before attempting to lock in a Boston Crab!
Stew-O: But Limmy isn’t able to get a clean hold of Machina’s legs before the Machine pulls his legs in to draw Limmy closer before THRUSTING the legs out to cause Limmy to fall backwards! Limmy executes a backroll in line with the momentum of the push in order to scramble back to his feet faster, but even that brief moment of respite gives Machina the opportunity to scramble up as well!
Flannery McCoy: Limmy rushes towards Machina, but the Machine lurches out and connects with a shoulder tackle before Limmy is even able to do anything! The Ace gets knocked down and quickly starts to get back up to his feet, but Machina is a step ahead, connecting with a big boot from the side to absolutely rock Limmy!
Jake Mercer: Limmy tries to stagger to his feet, but he got hit too hard to be able to get back up quick enough! Machina manages to latch on a front waist lock before LAUNCHING him way over his head with a tremendous belly to belly suplex! The Ace gets a hard landing right on his back, and sadly for him, I don’t think the Machine is done!
Stew-O: Machina jumps over Limmy and preps himself before leaping high up into the air, executing a backflip mid-air in a way that someone of his size shouldn’t be capable of, but the genetic freak of a man manages to pull it off– ONLY FOR THE ACE TO GET THE KNEES UP!
Flannery McCoy: Looks like he wasn’t knocked out cold, because he had that maneuver scouted out ahead of time! Machina rolls off of the Ace, clutching at his rib cage in pain as Limmy gets the slightest bit of a sly grin appearing from the corner of his mouth!
Jake Mercer: Limmy pushes Machina over to get him into a prone position before the Ace rolls up to a kneeling position and takes aim at the World Heavyweight Champion! It looks like he’s going to try what he was attempting before again, now that Machina has been stunned from that reversal!
Stew-O: He latches on a rear waist lock and uses it as a grip to forcefully drag Machina up to a standing position before arching back and, this time, connecting with that German suplex! OH, but he keeps it bridged, looking to potentially get a pinfall victory with it!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWO-
Flannery McCoy: But a kickout by the Machine keeps him in the game! It looks like the Ace had expected that outcome, though, because he rolls through with the kickout, still keeping that waist lock latched on before once again hoisting Machina up to his feet…
Jake Mercer: But his arms shoot up from that waist lock right beneath Machina’s arms, suddenly applying a full nelson hold before snapping back and connecting with a dragon rush suplex! Machina gets sent rolling back!
Stew-O: Limmy Monaghan rolls himself over, looking to scramble back to his feet as well! He turns around, looking to take aim–
TAG!
Flannery McCoy: Limmy rushes in, LOOKING FOR DIABLE JAMBE– BUT HE SUDDENLY GETS HIT WITH A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK BY MILLI BANKS! MACHINA TAGGED OUT AFTER GETTING THROWN BACK WITH THAT DRAGON RUSH SUPLEX, GETTING A FRESH MILLI BANKS INTO THIS MATCH!
Jake Mercer: And that masterful tag out allowed the Universal Women’s Champion to catch the Ace off guard with a sudden springboard dropkick that sends the Ace flying back! Man, she hit HARD with that maneuver!
Stew-O: Limmy tries to backroll through it, but he just got too hard! He ends up falling right back down, dealing with the exhaustion of going up against someone as powerful as Michael Machina only to get hit with a fresh Milli with not even a single second of rest in between!
Flannery McCoy: And Milli Banks doesn’t seem to have any intentions of giving him a moment of respite, immediately leaping right over Limmy to jump up onto the middle rope, stepping up before springing back to drop right onto Limmy with a step up leg drop! She reaches over and hooks Limmy’s leg, aiming to get the pinfall off of that!
ONEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: But a kickout by the Ace keeps him in the game even after all of that! Milli doesn’t back down, though, measuring the Ace with a keen eye as Limmy struggles to get back to his feet! The Ace is on his hands and knees as he starts to try getting back to his feet–
Stew-O: BUT MILLI BANKS LOOKS TO KNOCK HIM OUT COLD WITH HER SIGNATURE NOCTURNE, THE DOUBLE FOOT CURB STOMP–
Flannery McCoy: BUT LIMMY MANAGED TO AVOID IT, ROLLING TO THE SIDE AT THE LAST MOMENT! IT LOOKS LIKE THE MISS MAY HAVE CAUSED MILLI TO TWEAK HER LEG–
TAG!
Jake Mercer: LOOK UP INTO THE AIR! KIRK REDWOOD JUST GOT TAGGED IN AND LEAPT UP TO THE TOP ROPE, SPRINGBOARDING HIS WAY TOWARDS MILLI BANKS LIKE A HUMAN MISSILE!
Stew-O: AND HE CONNECTS LIKE ONE, TOO! A DIVING FOREARM HITS THE SUPERNOVA LIKE A WRECKING BALL, CRASHING INTO HER AT FULL FORCE!
Flannery McCoy: AND KIRK REDWOOD WASTES NO TIME SHOWING WHAT KIND OF ENERGY HE’S HEADING INTO THIS MATCH WITH AS HE GRABS THE EARS OF MILLI BEFORE SHE CAN EVEN TRY GETTING BACK UP!
Jake Mercer: WITH A GROUNDED EAR LOCK, KIRK EXECUTES THE X’D OUT SIGNATURE MANEUVER, RAMMING HIS HEAD INTO HER’S MULTIPLE TIMES WITH GROUNDED HEADBUTTS! LOOK AT THE SHEER BRUTALITY FROM THE DOG OF WAR!
Stew-O: He definitely knows the type of threat Milli poses and doesn’t want to give her even an inch to work with! The Dog of War measures up the Universal Women’s Champion, taking aim before rushing over to the ropes and once again springboarding off them before–
Flannery McCoy: HE GOES FOR THE .50 CAL PUNCH! THE FINISHING SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN PUNCH– BUT NOO, MILLI BANKS CATCHES HIM WITH A MID-AIR SUPERKICK BEFORE HIS ARM COULD REACH FAR ENOUGH TO CONNECT WITH THE PUNCH!
Jake Mercer: THAT KICK KNOCKS KIRK REDWOOD DOWN INTO A KNEEL! HE’S ABOUT TO FALL– BUT MILLI HELPS HIM ALONG THE WAY, CONNECTING WITH A LOW ANGLE PENALTY KICK!
Stew-O: AND AN IMMEDIATE FOLLOW UP WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP, DRIVING BOTH FEET RIGHT INTO THE DOG OF WAR’S MIDSECTION! THIS WENT FROM GRAPPLING TO UTTER VIOLENCE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE!
Flannery McCoy: She grabs Kirk’s arm with her own, starting to drag him up as she sets him up for what may be the end with that dreaded MEGIDOLADYNE! Not just a megido, not just a megidola, not even a megidolaon, but MEGIDOLADYNE!
Jake Mercer: AND SHE– wait, what’s this?!
Stew-O: Oh come on! The referee’s attention is diverted away from the match as Selina Reyes catches his attention, suddenly showing up at ringside! You’ve got to be kidding me!
Flannery McCoy: The referee, and Machina for that matter, are both yelling at her to get out of there– BUT SHE WAS JUST THE DECOY! DANIELLA ATLAS SLIDES IN, CONNECTING WITH A MASSIVE SHOT TO THE JAW WITH BRASS KNUCKLES! MILLI BANKS JUST GOT KNOCKED THE HELL OUT!
Jake Mercer: AND SHE SLIDES OUT BEFORE THE REFEREE EVEN KNEW WHAT HAPPENED! BUT MILLI BANKS DEFINITELY FELT THAT!
Stew-O: THE AMBUSH GIVES KIRK ENOUGH TIME TO RECUPERATE, AND HE DOESN’T WASTE THE OPPORTUNITY! HE HOISTS MILLI BANKS UP BEFORE TURNING HER UPSIDE DOWN… AND HE RUSHES FORWARD, LEAPING INTO THE AIR BEFORE DRIVING HER HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE DOWN TO HELL!
Flannery McCoy: HE GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS! THE TEAM OF KIRK REDWOOD AND LIMMY MONAGHAN!
(Kirk rises off of Milli, looking a bit perplexed about what just transpired, but he gets his arm raised by the referee who was none the wiser. Limmy steps into the ring at the referee’s request, getting his arm raised but looking disgruntled about how it happened.)
Stew-O: It looks like this match was decided not because of the competition but because of ToXXXin’s interference! And just look at the cockiness on display by the two ladies, laughing and gesturing at Milli Banks from ringside with not even a hint of shame in their eyes!
Flannery McCoy: Kirk and Limmy don’t seem too happy about how things turned out, but it looks like something may be brewing between the two former opponents as well as they stare each other down following their tainted victory!
Jake Mercer: Meanwhile, the World Heavyweight Champion looks just as frustrated as I’m sure Milli must be feeling right now if she was conscious enough to think! He leaps down to ringside, seemingly about to storm up to ToXXXin, when…
(Clap. Clap. Clap.)
Stew-O: OH, BROTHER! Drake King rears his head, popping up after everything was done to give Machina the slowest and smuggest clap imaginable! Machina’s attention is immediately redirected to his Pain for Pride opponent as the two of them stare down, anger against cockiness!
(The video feed lingers on the multiple staredowns taking place at the ringside area before slowly fading to black.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)