(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. Afterwards, a live shot of the arena captures the pyro going off on stage. The fans cheer, and the shot dissolves in on the commentary team.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another edition of Friday Night Dynasty! We are now two weeks away from House of Glass, and the action has been picking up in lieu of it! I am Stew-O, and joining me are none other than my colleagues, Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!
Jake Mercer: There’s so much to look forward to Stew, but right now, let’s get on with the action!
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for..
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(“The End” by The Doors began to play throughout the speakers of the arena. Yanni Killebrew makes his way out onto the stage with a look of determination on his face, looking ready to go tonight…)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! Hailing from Woodstock, New Yorrrk!! And weighing in at 220 pounds!! He is.. “THE BASILISK KINNNNG” YANNIIIII KILLEBREWWWW!!
(Yanni was making his way down to the ring, finally entering and heading towards his corner as his music came to a stop, before “Good Day” by Nappy Roots began to play through speakers next, signaling the arrival of Uriah Prince!!)
Stephie Love: Annnd his opponent.. hailing from The Galaxy Down The Street!! And weighing in at 244pounds!! He is.. “THE ALTERNATIVE REALITY!!!” URIAHHH PRINCE!!!!
(Uriah made his way down to the ring, entering and stepping back into his corner now as both men stared one another down from across the ring…)
(DING!! DING!!! DING!!!)
Stew-O: Here we go, it’s time to get into the action here tonight! We have Uriah Prince taking on Yanni Killebrew in what’s sure to be an interesting match as we get underway here.
Jake Mercer: Both men circle the ring, before lunging towards one another and engaging in a collar and elbow tie up to get this match started!! Uriah Prince is quick to transition!! Slipping behind Yanni Killebrew and applying a rear waist lock! But Yanni Killebrew switches and he now applies a rear waist lock.
Flannery McCoy: So far these two have been evenly matched. But Yanni Killebrew pushes Uriah Prince towards the ropes…Uriah comes running back towards Yanni Killebrew! Yanni swings for a Lariat.. BUT URIAH DUCKS UNDER AND HITS THE ROPES AGAIN!! RUSHING AT YANNI KILLEBREW!!
Stew-O: RUNNING ELBOW STRIKE DROPS URIAH PRINCE!! And Yanni Killebrew drops directly into the cover, hooking the leg for the pin!
(ONNNNEEEE)
(TW—)
Jake Mercer: Uriah Prince kicks out!! Yanni Killebrew isn’t wasting any time, transitioning into a CROSSFACE!! Locking it in tight! And Uriah Prince is trapped in the middle of the ring now! Trying to find a way out of the hold!! But Yanni Killebrew has it cinched in tight!
Flannery McCoy: Uriah Prince has yet to give in here, and I don’t believe that he will with it being this early in the match. He’s showing some resistance as he’s starting to pry and pick at those hands of Yanni Killebrew’s! ROLLING BACKWARDS AND INTO A PIN!
(ONNNNNEEE!!!)
Stew-O: QUICK KICK OUT FROM YANNI KILLEBREW! Both men rise back up onto their feet. And it’s Yanni Killebrew who charges in at Uriah Prince…
Jake Mercer: CAUGHT!!! URIAH JUST PLANTED YANNI KILLEBREW WITH A FLATLINER!! Yanni Killebrew, rolling to the outside of the ring now in an attempt to create some space between himself and Uriah immediately.
Flannery McCoy: I don’t think that Uriah is going to give him that space at all! Because he’s rushing at the ropes!! Uriah rushes back towards the other side of the ring! And he FLYS THROUGH THE FIRST AND SECOND ROPE— NOO!! YANNI KILLEBREW CUT HIM OFF WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Stew-O: Uriah Prince falls back into the ring, hitting the canvas! And Yanni Killebrew uses this time to regroup as he’s rolling back into the ring.. and he’s putting some stomps to the body of Uriah Prince’s! Absolutely taking the boots to him! Yanni grabs Uriah up onto his feet.. Landing a European Uppercut!! Uriah is staggered here…
Jake Mercer: And ANOTHER ONE CONNECTS!! With Uriah staggered, Yanni Killebrew takes off running at the ropes! He rebounds off of them.. rushing back at Uriah!! He.. SWINGS FOR A LARIAT!! But Uriah ducks under it.. Yanni Killebrew turns around…
Flannery McCoy: CANADIAN DESTROYER!!! URIAH JUST SPIKED YANNI ON HIS HEAD AND NOW HE HOOKS LEG!!
(ONEEEEEE!!!)
(TWWWWOOO!!)
Stew-O: NO! YANNI KILLEBREW KICKS OUT!!!
Jake Mercer: And this match still rolls on, but it’s Uriah Prince who has the upper hand now, Uriah Prince pulls Yanni up onto his feet. And he’s hoisting him up onto his shoulders for an Electric Chair position! Uriah is looking for the ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER—
Flannery McCoy: But Yanni Killebrew begins to throw punch after punch after punch at the crown of Uriah’s! Digging his nails into his forehead!! Uriah groans out.. dropping Yanni off of his shoulders to grasp his forehead.. but Yanni grabs Uriah from a rear waist lock! Looking for a.. GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Stew-O: But Uriah is able to reach out and grab at the ropes!! Holding on to them with all that he has!! Yanni is continuing to pull back! But Uriah is resisting! Yanni Killebrew goes to pull back once more… HE GETS IT!! HOISTING URIAH UP FOR AN ATTEMPT AT ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Jake Mercer: BUT URIAH LANDS ON HIS FEET!! Stumbling back and into the ropes as Yanni turns around.. unknowingly!! And… URIAH PRINCE LEVELS YANNI KILLEBREW WITH A LARIAT!! Turning him inside out!!
Flannery McCoy: Uriah doesn’t waste any time, stumbling towards the ropes and climbing up the turnbuckles.. he LEAPS OFF FOR A MOONSAULT!!! Looking to come crashing down onto Yanni Killebrew’s midsection!!
Stew-O: BUT YANNI HAS ENOUGH WHEREWITHAL TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY!! And Uriah crashes and burns on the canvas.. writhing in pain as he stumbles up and onto his feet..
(CRACK!!!)
Jake Mercer: YANNI KILLEBREW CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING ELBOW STRIKE TO URIAH PRINCE!! And Uriah spins around and into Yanni’s grasp… SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX CONNECTS!!! Yanni bridges it!!
(ONNNNEEEE!!!)
(TWWWOOOO!!)
(…..)
(…..)
Flannery McCoy: NO!! URIAH KICKS OUT!!! This match is still alive and well. Yanni Killebrew sits up on his knees, grabbing Uriah to his knees.. before leveling him with a European Uppercut!! But Uriah doesn’t back down! He connects with a huge forearm strike!! Yanni Killebrew reels back on his knees…
Stew-O: But.. Yanni comes back with a huge European Uppercut!! And he fires off and one!! And Uriah fires back!! Both men are trading strikes as they get to their feet.. Yanni drills Uriah with another one!! Before he rushes the ropes.. but URIAH SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP AND TO THE FLOOR WITH A LARIAT!!!
Jake Mercer: Uriah shakes his head, getting his bearings together, before looking over and seeing exactly where he has Yanni! Yanni is getting up.. but Uriah runs the ropes!! Rebounds off of the and sprints across the ring.. and flies through the ropes for a… SUICIDE DIVE ONTO YANNI!! And THIS TIME IT CONNECTS!! Both men are down momentarily outside of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Both men have been putting everything on the line thus far in this match. But Uriah pushes himself to his feet with the use of the barricade, before rolling Yanni into the ring and entering behind him!
Stew-O: Uriah rushes towards the ropes!! Sprinting back towards Yanni Killebrew!! But.. YANNI CUTS HIM OFF WITH A RUNNING BOOT!! “AFTERIMAGE” CONNECTS!! And Uriah drops to the canvas…
Jake Mercer: But Yanni isn’t done! He’s grabbing Uriah to his feet and…HE CONNECTS WITH “EURYDICE’S SILENCE!!” THE SAMOAN SPIKE CONNECTS!! And Uriah falls into the cover!
(ONNNNEEEE!!!)
(TWWWOOOO!!)
(THREEEEEEE!!)
(DING!! DING!! DING!!)
Flannery McCoy: Yanni Killebrew picks up the win here tonight in what was a hard fought battle between both men, unfortunately for Uriah.. Yanni was the better man on this night!
(The last shot seen was Yanni Killebrew having his hand raised as the show transitioned elsewhere.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area, specifically on Michael Belfort, as the Backstage Correspondent is seen standing by in a designated interview area. After some time, he begins to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back! We are hot off the heels of Territorial Invasion with a stellar episode of Friday Night Dynasty, with many of our roster looking forward to House of Glass in the coming weeks, with opportunities beginning to form. Joining me tonight is someone who certainly has some strong thoughts on these past two weeks; please welcome my guest at this time, Ms. Cash in The Vault… Harper Lee!
(The crowd inside the arena boos as Harper stomps into the scene, an annoyed expression on her face as she clutches her briefcase in hand.)
Michael Belfort: Thank you for joining me, Harper. It seems to me that you’re a little annoyed.
(Harper glares at Michael, almost looking disgusted by what he said, which brings a brief amount of confusion.)
Harper Lee: Before I respond to your question, can I actually ask you one first, Michael?
Michael Belfort: :krabs: Sure…?
Harper Lee: All this time you’ve been an interviewer on this brand, have you not grown a single ounce smarter?
Michael Belfort: … I don’t know how to respond to that.
Harper Lee: So the answer is ‘yes’, cool. Let me answer your question now… OF COURSE I’M ANNOYED! I’M ANNOYED! I’M ANNOYED! I’M ANNOYED!!!
(At this point, Michael is really struggling to find an answer to this, so he simply lets Harper speak.)
Harper Lee: Not only did I have to lose to someone who I KNOW I’m better than in the form of Kassidy Heart, but I also had to get ANOTHER consecutive loss on my hands, losing to THOSE two, and guess what? It wasn’t my fault. For some reason it’s never my fault; it’s always the people around me, which goes to show how incompetent this entire roster is. I know it may not seem like it, which is something that I’m fully aware of, but I know that I’m not the most considerate person, and it seems like I need to be even LESS considerate now, considering the constant disrespect that continues to get hurled my direction. I’m completely OVER it!
(Harper pauses, trying to compose herself the best that they can.)
Harper Lee: I don’t need to be working with anyone, not after I just spent an entire season wasting my time before I took matters into my own hands and won this briefcase. I am OKAY with being selfish, and I am OKAY with being the type of person who only plays for her side of the fence. But at the very least, if I AM going to work with someone, if I DIDN’T have a choice, then at the very least they should be able to give me something that benefits me directly. My partner last week did not do that. I should’ve known Dynasty was going to be in the dumps when they decided to make ‘Kirk Redwood’ one of the new faces of the main event scene. 🤦🏼♀️ Take me back to Showdown PLEASE!
(Harper is about to bang her head against the wall, but before she can, her eyes catch someone approaching her.)
Kirk Redwood: Do we have a problem here?
(Harper rolls her eyes, clearly not interested in any of this at the moment.)
Kirk Redwood: Because it seems to me like we do, and I don’t take that very well. People don’t know how far I’m truly willing to go for this sport, and because of that, it creates misconceptions surrounding me and my name in an attempt to sully my reputation. That’s not something that I’m going to stand by and allow to happen. I’ve been the butt of the joke; I’ve taken disrespect, but one thing that I’ve proven, especially after WarGames, is that this dog isn’t going to be put down anytime soon. Because this dog… is far from satisfied.
Harper Lee: Yeah? Well, this dog better watch his tone before he says something that he regrets! I don’t care what you’ve done or what you will do; that doesn’t change the fact that YOU messed up, and it’s your fault that I have another stain on my record! I could blame you for ALL my failures, but I’m trying to practice self control and I’m really not trying to get any more mad than I am right now at you and this completely idiotic situation.
Kirk Redwood: If you’re going to take out your frustrations on anyone, then trust me, I am the absolutely wrong person to be doing that with right now. You’ve got some real balls thinking that you’re going to get away with the claims that you’re making right now, because if there’s one thing that you should know for goddamn sure it is that I am the last person that you want to try and fuck with.
(Kirk had a deadly serious expression on his face, but Harper has visibly reached her breaking point.)
Harper Lee: I’m done with this. I don’t have to listen to you or any of the lies that you choose to spew to make yourself feel better. Handle this on your own time; don’t do it on mine.
(Harper groans as she turns around and starts to make her way out of the scene, but before she can go far… Kirk speaks up.)
Kirk Redwood: I’m starting to think that you don’t deserve that briefcase at all. Like it deserves to be in the hands of someone who’ll actually take that opportunity-
(POW!)
(Before Kirk can finish what he’s saying, Harper turns around and NAILS him with a forearm directly to the face! He’s taken down to the ground, clutching his jaw as he’s briefly stunned.)
Harper Lee: If you think my standards have really lowered that badly to believe I have ANYTHING to prove to Kirk Redwood, then you’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid….
(Harper mumbles to herself as she walks away from the scene, clearly frustrated with how things have gone down. The camera goes down to Kirk, who is beginning to come to his senses, nursing his wounds. Needless to say, he’s absolutely fuming, and it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(The crowd settled into their seats as the preparations for the next began, lulling together a consistent stream of boos as “Human Graduation” by mercuro began to play throughout the arena via the speakers. After a slight delay, Haruka Kashimashi emerged from the back, making her way down to the ring with a cold and well-prepared expression. As she walked, her gaze shifted to the elitist at ringside, who matched her gaze immediately: Jamie Valdez.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first…residing in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan…The Maiden of Madness…Haruka Kashimashi!
Stew-O: Haruka Kashimashi will be looking to bounce back after coming up short at Territorial Invasion, much like her opponent tonight. With House of Glass looming just over the horizon, the time to start picking up momentum is right now!
Flannery McCoy: But for Haruka, there may be something else to focus on right now, and that’s the potential partnership forming with Jamie Valdez, who will no doubt be keeping an eye on Haruka in this match. These are quite the dangerous couple of elitists we’ve got here, and if they were to team up, it’d be quite the sight to see, but that remains to be decided just yet.
(Haruka’s gaze broke away from Jamie’s as they stepped into the ring, backing into the corner for some final preparations as “Human Graduation” began to fade, replaced by “Mirtazapine” by Hayley Williams, this time sparking a more positive reaction from the crowd as Brianna Hill made her presence known at the top of the ramp, wasting no time in marching down to the ring, swiftly rolling into the ring while ignoring the presence of Jamie Valdez.)
Stephie Love: And their opponent…from Cancún, Mexico…The Butterfly Queen…Brianna Hill!
Stew-O: In a match of greater magnitude, Brianna Hill and Team Dynasty fell short in Brand Warfare, which makes this the perfect rebound, though I doubt she needs a pick-me-up win all that much. She knows how this goes; she knows a match like this can easily become a trap game if she lets Haruka get in her head.
Jake Mercer: She looks more than ready, game face and everything, and is gonna be looking for a decisive victory to get herself back on track. Brianna’s ready, Haruka’s ready, and the prying eyes of Jamie Valdez will be watching it all unfold!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we are underway! The bell rings, and these two elitists begin to circle the center of the ring! A short pause by both takes hold as neither immediately lunges forward, before finally locking up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up!
Flannery McCoy: Tight hold by both elitists, fighting for control of the center, putting their raw strength to the test while trying to adjust for a better grip! Brianna might have the slightest of advantages, but Haruka is far from being that far behind!
Jake Mercer: Oh wait! Brianna drops the hold, swats Haruka’s arms down and lays into her chest with a knife-edge chop! It’s a stinging blow by the Butterfly Queen to get this one heated, already looking for more of a brawl, and I don’t think Haruka will have much objection to that.
Stew-O: Not at all! Haruka shakes off the blow and leans in with a stiff forearm snug under the jaw! Neither of these two elitists are gonna be looking for a slow start tonight, ready to test the mettle of their strikes as Brianna steps forward and steps in with another chop across the chest!
Flannery McCoy: And Haruka reciprocates with another forearm, and now these two are starting to trade off strikes in earnest, lining it up before swinging for the fences! It’s not a fast battle, but it is as hard hitting as they come, with neither giving in an inch!
Jake Mercer: Brianna with another chop, and she looks for a second in succession-! But, Haruka catches the hand, breaking the rhythm and leans in with an uppercut! Brianna is staggered, and is brought to a single knee after a flurry of repeated forearms connect! Haruka is taking control of the tempo!
Stew-O: Haruka, picking up speed, now hits the ropes while measuring Brianna, maybe thinking of that rolling wheel kick—BUT BRIANNA TAKES OFF AND TAKES HER DOWN WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS! A mass of punches rain down on Haruka who can only hope to cover up and weather the storm!
Flannery McCoy: Coveting up is all Haruka can do, rolling over while keeping an arm around their head, using a boot to try and create some separation which finally causes Brianna to relent, rolling to her feet! Haruka is up to one knee now, as Brianna is hitting the ropes!
Jake Mercer: And keeps the pressure on with a low dropkick, knocking Haruka over and rolling to the outside, leaning against the apron! Brianna rolls back to her feet, clapping her hands together as she looks to keep the ball rolling, with Haruka dazed on the outside!
Stew-O: Brianna hits the ropes, keeping Haruka in her sights before sliding down and connecting with a basement dropkick, knocking her away from the apron and right into the barricade! No slowing down for the favorite, who gets back on her feet once again!
Flannery McCoy: Haruka is seeing stars against the barricade right now, barely able to keep track of Brianna who is taking aim once again! Brianna hits the ropes, and then hits the opposite set, looking to fly through the ropes with a suicide dive—!
Jake Mercer: TURNED AROUND BY HARUKA! Haruka pivots and sends Brianna crashing into the barricade! Quick thinking, and maybe a bit of baiting works wonders for Haruka Kashimashi! From the look on their face, you can tell they enjoyed that exchange a lot, taking satisfaction in Brianna’s pain by sending a stiff kick into the gut to keep her grounded!
Stew-O: A methodical approach will be the brand Haruka chooses, pulling Brianna onto her feet, securing a grip on the back of her head, and then running her right across the ring post face first! Brianna stumbles to the ground, holding her nose as Haruka stands over her, ignoring the persistent warnings of the referee to return to the ring.
Flannery McCoy: Still, Haruka seems to keep the count in mind, pulling Brianna back onto her feet before staggering her with a slap right across the face, just softening her up to hook one arm and leg, positioning herself perfectly before…
Jake Mercer: SENDING BRIANNA BACK FIRST INTO THE RING APRON WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX! BRIANNA NEARLY LANDS RIGHT ON HER HEAD AS WELL, BARELY AVOIDING A WOULD-BE CONCUSSION, BUT WRITHING IN AGONY NONETHELESS!
Stew-O: And now Haruka moves with urgency, not giving Brianna Hill or her spine any time to recover as she rolls her right into the ring, scurrying into the cover as well!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREE—!
Flannery McCoy: Kick out! Emphatic, but obviously strained as Brianna’s shooting arm immediately recoils to nurse her back, kicking her boot into the ground as pain remains the fixed feeling in her body! She’s hurt, and bad, and now Haruka has the perfect target to exploit!
Jake Mercer: Haruka would be a fool to not keep that damage in mind, and they are not showing any signs otherwise, throwing down a double axehandle across the back to keep Brianna grounded! Brianna reaches out for the ropes, but her hands fall just short of catching them!
Stew-O: And with some security provided, Haruka gets back to work. She rises to her feet, and takes aim and falls back down with a forearm strike to the spine! Brianna yells out, in visibly agony as Haruka flips her over and stacks her up!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Flannery McCoy: Kick out! It’s a sloppy one, but it’s a kick out nonetheless as Brianna Hill just tries to find some kind of separation, dragging herself away, trying to get to the corner with Haruka in hot pursuit!
Jake Mercer: Brianna scampers up to her feet in the corner, with Haruka charged in with a clothesline to the back of the head—but Brianna cuts her off with a back elbow, stunning them!
Stew-O: Haruka backs away for a moment, clutching the side of the jaw, before rushing back with that clothesline, but this time Brianna has enough space to avoid it, stepping to the side and sending Haruka into the turnbuckle, bouncing off it and Brianna takes full advantage, rolling her up!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!
Flannery McCoy: Haruka pops out of the cover attempt, almost flying to their feet in an attempt to beat Brianna in a race to the top, but it’s Brianna who’s up first, avoiding a strike and catching the arm of Haruka!
Jake Mercer: Brianna spins her around, and sends a boot to the back, sending Haruka into the ropes where she hangs over the middle rope! We know what comes next here as Brianna hits the ropes, picking up steam before swinging herself through the ropes, connecting with Hotline!
Stew-O: And it sends Haruka rolling back into the ring, the momentum sending her to their feet while still in a daze! Brianna stands tall on the apron, measuring Haruka as she launches herself upward, springboarding into the ring and lays Haruka out with a crossbody!
Flannery McCoy: Brianna keeps rolling, using the ropes for assistance to get back up! The damage to her back may be slowing her down, but her tenacity remains untainted as a dazed Haruka attempts to find her way back to her feet! Haruka tries in vain to swing with a strike, but it misses wildly!
Jake Mercer: And Brianna handily catches the arm around her neck, snapping back and driving Haruka into the mat with a swift Saito Suplex! It’s all Brianna Hill at this stage, showing no signs of wear and tear as she keeps Haruka on the defensive!
Stew-O: Brianna takes a light breather, just taking stock of the match as her gaze turns to Haruka, making sure to keep control of the tempo as she reaches over, securing the arm and just starts wrenching back, looking to get herself a target in the form of Haruka’s right arm!
Flannery McCoy: Smart from Brianna! Haruka had been dictating the match by attacking that injured back, but Brianna is changing the equation entirely by going after the arm! If she can take away Haruka’s striking and grappling ability, that could be huge later on!
Jake Mercer: Haruka isn’t letting her have it for long, though! They drive a boot backward into Brianna’s thigh, forcing the grip to loosen, and Haruka immediately turns around with a forearm—! BRIANNA DUCKS!
Stew-O: Haruka spins around looking for another shot, but Brianna catches the waist and drives forward with a waistlock! Haruka is fighting the hands, trying to peel them apart, but Brianna drops her weight and brings Haruka down to the canvas!
Flannery McCoy: Ground control is secured for Brianna Hill! She’s staying glued to Haruka, shifting her weight across the hips and keeping one arm trapped underneath her! Haruka is trying to roll through, but Brianna is following every movement!
Jake Mercer: As the match slows, Jamie Valdez looks on from ringside, not showing too much emotion but more than enough interest in the match, particularly with her gaze stuck to Haruka. One has to imagine, for both competitors, just when will Jamie make her presence felt?
Stew-O: For the sake of fairness, hopefully never, but neither elitist can focus on that right now. Haruka still is trying to create some separation, and finally does with a thrusting knee to the mid-section, sending Brianna back and giving Haruka the initiative to get back on her feet and grab the wrist, looking for an Irish whip!
Flannery McCoy: Countered by Brianna who sends Haruka into the corner instead, followed by a knee of her own driven into the stomach of Haruka Kashimashi! Haruka doubles over, but Brianna lifts her back up, ripping a chop across the chest!
Jake Mercer: Brianna rushes out of the corner, hitting the opposite turnbuckle in preparation before rushing back in with a knee to the stomach! A second one connects, and Brianna looks to repeat it for the second time! She rushes to the opposite corner and hits the turnbuckle, rushing in once more-! But Haruka meets her first, popping her upward—!
Stew-O: PHILOSOPHY OF THE DESPISED! Haruka popped Brianna up, just to drop her onto her knee with a vicious neckbreaker! Brianna falls to the mat, clutching her neck, but Haruka can’t immediately make the cover, too exhausted from the exchange as both elitists lie side by side!
Flannery McCoy: Slowly, both elitists start to show life, but as expected it’s Haruka who is getting up first. Brianna can only lie there, in visible pain as Haruka gets onto her knees, calling for the end as soon as they are on their feet in full! Haruka turns to Brianna and pulls her up by her wrist!
Jake Mercer: Haruka takes a breath, lines it up and makes a run, lifting themself into the air with hopes of connecting with the finishing blow…ECLIPSE OF HELL!!
Stew-O: BUT BRIANNA HOLDS ON! She keeps Haruka suspended in mid-air, refusing to let the momentum of the run bring her crashing to the mat, and spins around, stopping on a dime as she looks for her counter! She rushes to the corner, looking for a lawn dart into the middle turnbuckle!
Flannery McCoy: HARUKA SLIPS OUT IN TIME! THEY MANAGED TO ESCAPE, NEARLY SENDING BRIANNA CRASHING HEAD FIRST INSTEAD! BRIANNA IS ABLE TO STOP HERSELF, TURNING AROUND ONLY TO BE MET WITH AN UPPERCUT!
Jake Mercer: BRIANNA FALLS TO ONE KNEE, AND HARUKA SWITCHES GEARS! THEY BACK UP A STEP, READYING THEMSELVES BEFORE SWINGING AWAY WITH THAT CRESCENT KICK, THE NAMELESS BLADE!
Stew-O: AVOIDED AGAIN, AND BRIANNA WASTES NO TIME HITTING THE ROPES, AS HARUKA HAS JUST ENOUGH TIME TO SPIN AROUND AND BE MET WITH THE FLYING ENZUGURI; BREAKTHROUGH CONNECTS! BRIANNA FALLS TO THE MAT AS WELL, BUT SHE MAY HAVE JUST KO’D HARUKA!
Flannery McCoy: BRIANNA IS FIRING UP, RETURNING TO HER FEET, MEASURING HARUKA WHO IS ON FUMES RIGHT NOW! WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT, WE KNOW WHAT SHE WANTS TO END THIS WITH! SHE’S CALLING FOR IT, HITS DIFFERENT TO PUT HARUKA DOWN FOR GOOD!
Jake Mercer: BRIANNA HITS THE ROPES, LOOKING FOR THE SHINING WIZARD—
Stew-O: WHAT?!
Flannery McCoy: TRIPPED UP BY JAMIE VALDEZ! SHE FINALLY MAKES HER PRESENCE FELT, AND PURPOSELY REACHED HER HAND INTO THE RING TO NEARLY CAUSE BRIANNA TO STUMBLE, BUT BRIANNA SAW IT COMING AND PAUSED!
Jake Mercer: SHE’S SWEARING LIKE A SAILOR, YELLING AT JAMIE WITH AN EXPRESSION AS IRATE AS THEY GET! THESE TWO HAVE FACED EACH OTHER BEFORE, COULD THAT BE WHY JAMIE VALDEZ GOT INVOLVED HERE?!
Stew-O: I’m not sure, but Brianna Hill needs to keep her head in the game. She was inches away from victory, but she can still put this one to bed if she can get herself together! She’s decided to ignore Jamie for now, turning around, looking to finish what she started! She rushes forward, looking for HITS DIFFERENT!
Flannery McCoy: MISSED! HARUKA DUCKED OUT OF THE WAY, AND BRIANNA RUNS INTO THE ROPES, CATCHING HERSELF AGAINST THEM, BUT HARUKA MAKES A MOVE JUST TOO FAST FOR HER TO REACT TO!
Jake Mercer: O’CONNOR ROLL! HARUKA ROLLS UP BRIANNA, HOLDING THE TIGHTS FOR DEAR LIFE!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
…
(DING! DING! DING!)
(As soon as the bell rang, Haruka released the pin attempt, unable to hold it for even a half second more. Brianna exploded out of it, first pleading with the referee before turning her attention to Jamie Valdez, who is visibly more than pleased with her work as she backs away from the ring.)
Stephie Love: Your winner…’The Maiden of Madness’ Haruka Kashimashi!
Stew-O: This match went from a certain victory for Brianna to a shock upset for Haruka in no time flat! We all expected Jamie to get involved eventually, but at such a critical juncture…it sure isn’t getting her a lot of love from the crowd, or Brianna Hill herself.
Flannery McCoy: Still, an incredible fight from both elitists, but in the end Haruka came out on top. It pays to keep your head on a swivel, and being able to stick to a gameplan and adapt on the fly has proven its effectiveness tonight!
(The shot lingers on a still-irate Brianna Hill in the ring, livid at the result and Jamie Valdez as it begins to fade, with Dynasty transitioning elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Taco Bell, featuring Jake Smith promoting the Olivia Rodrigo Baja Blast.)
(‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ hits and the fans cheer. Anna Wautier comes out, never one for dramatics or pageantry. There’s a faint smile on her face as she dons the New Breed Championship upon her shoulder, but with a microphone in her hand, she’s already looking towards the next battle for her—much like how she eyes the ring she treks towards.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the EAW New Breed Champion, AAAANNNAAAA WAAAAAUUUUTIIIIIIIIIER!
(Anna enters the ring and her theme song gradually fades. A small section of the fans can be heard chanting her name, pleasing her greatly. She nods, smiling wider, but she stands at the center and begins to speak.)
Anna Wautier: This season has been a dream for me. It all started when I was able to beat Clayton Golde and came into this new chapter a new woman, determined to elevate the status of this championship. I made it known that I did not want this division to be saddled with pointless chide and unneeded disrespect. This is a sport, yes, and at the end of the day we are all competing to see who can be the best. However, when an Elitist loses sight of the bigger picture, and they become a selfish, insincere caricature of themselves, that is when things begin to taper. Clayton sure was proud of himself. He thought he was the exception. He thought that there was so much for him to gain, and while he hasn’t necessarily fallen from tall heights, he learned from me that no amount of money can override any payment that is long overdue for him to pay. Since then, I have faced three people who sought to make a name for themselves, and a woman who sought to be the ultimate folly for me. So many of them have had their own motivations, but in the end, I showed that I was not someone who was going to lay down easily. When I said this title meant a lot to me, I was not lying. Now, four months later, and while I have achieved so much, I know there is more that I can do.
(Another set of cheers ring out for her.)
Anna Wautier: House of Glass is next. It is one of the most brutal shows to compete in as every stipulation is glass-inspired, and there is a lot that can go awry. Most would, understandably, be nervous. However, I’m not. I know that my challenger is someone who has worked hard to be in the spot that she is in, and Winona Hendrickson is not going to back down. I know that firsthand, and that hasn’t changed in the slightest. I respect her immensely. I know how strong she is—and not just in the physical sense. We are a lot alike mentally and with her being the type to never quit, I know she will do everything she can to strike me down. But I will be ready for her, and everything she has in store for me. This will be the most important match of my title reign thus far, and I want this to be a hallmark victory for me.
Anna Wautier: Winona, you will be a champion someday. You have the makings for that, and it’s plain to see. However, I am far from done. There’s so much more I wish to do, so many more opponents to face, and I want for my name to be synonymous with this era for the New Breed division—or, what I call the New Generation DNA. Work remains, and I won’t allow for those to go unfinished. It is a shame knowing that I will have to serve as that wrench in your own personal ascent, but it must be done—and I know that you will rebound. You will continue to claw and scrape and prove your worth until you become that golden leader in your own right. It just won’t come at the expense of my own title.
(Anna nods, resolute as ever. She opens her mouth to speak, but is cut off as ‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf hits. The fans cheer, seeing as the Wonder Woman herself comes out and meets up with the champion in the ring. Winona’s theme fades not long after, and the challenger takes a moment to scope out Anna before she speaks.)
Winona Hendrickson: Well, Anna… that was nice to hear. You’re a nice person yourself, so it kinda goes hand in hand. However, all this talk about how it won’t come at your expense almost sounds like projection to me.
(Anna blinks, brows knitting in confusion.)
Anna Wautier: Projection..? How so?
Winona Hendrickson: It’s just—I don’t know. For someone who has worked hard and has been able to defend your title, it sounds like you’re almost having to convince yourself that you can win at House of Glass. Then again, considering how that match between you and Wynter ended, I guess I can’t really blame you if you believe you’re time might be in danger.
(That gets Anna to blink again. The fans ‘ooh’, intrigued by the conversation. It’s not doubt that the finish for Anna and Wynter’s match was controversial, and the champion slowly nods. Not upset. Not insulted. However, she wasn’t going to take it.)
Anna Wautier: … I see. I do admit that things could’ve ended differently with that match. However, what’s done is done, and while I have no doubt Wynter may feel as though she has unfinished business with me, I am not going to get hung up on what is in the past now. What matters is the future, for both myself and this championship. And right now, you are the one that is standing in the way of that. Therefore, you are my sole focus.
(Winona smirks.)
Winona Hendrickson: As I should be, because you are right about one thing: I’m not going to be sparing any expenses. We’ve worked well and had our fun picking up wins as a team, but the time is nearing, and I did tell you last week that in spite of the mutual respect, I’m not going to be satisfied with a competitive performance and a handshake. I want to be the next New Breed Champion. I want to be able to end my ninth month here in EAW on top and also show that Dynasty does have a bright spot with me. Given all of the drama and the backstage uncertainty too, I want for the same guy who took a chance on me to see me as someone that can be the best, and if I can beat you, it’s not just going to be about bragging rights. It’s going to be about solidifying my spot for good.
Anna Wautier: Is that so?
(Winona grins, taking a step closer.)
Winona Hendrickson: Absolutely. And when it’s all said and done, I’m—
???: Ooooh, wee! Good thing I came out at a good time!
(Both women snap over to the stage, and Venus de Martin struts out, grinning from ear to ear. Most of the fans cheer, but some, much like the champion and established challenger, are surprised to see her come out.)
Venus de Martin: Ladies, ladies, it’s been real cute seeing y’all go back and forth over the whole fighting spirit thing and who can be the best rep possible, but you know what captured *my* interest? Hearing y’all say that y’all will pretty much go to the bat for anything against anybody. And, seeing as how I’m looking to get some good action going for myself, I figured, why not?
Anna Wautier: Why not, what…?
Venus de Martin: Why not get involved? I just wanna join in on the New Breed fun! Shouldn’t be too much, right? 😄 Unless three has suddenly became a crowd.
Winona Hendrickson: Wait, let me get this straight: you want to insert yourself in this match against… us?
Venus de Martin: Now, I don’t really rock with how you phrased that, Miss Amazonia, but if we wanna cut to the chase: well, yes!
(Venus walks down the ramp and enters the ring.)
Venus de Martin: Things didn’t pan out for me at Territorial Invasion, and frankly, having my name constantly dragged up ‘cause some of these Elitists wanna feel threatened by me has been annoying. I don’t like the idea that people are out here thinking that I’m bein’ favored, because anyone who has followed my career knows I had to bust my ass and work twice as hard in order to get to this position in the first place. And yeah, maybe gunning for a title match is a risky thing to do, but this sport is all about risks, isn’t it? So, if you two aren’t too scared to offer up another opportunity…
(She grins.)
Venus de Martin: I’d like to seize it.
(The crowd buzzes, anticipating the response. Winona purses her lips, but Anna cuts in.)
Anna Wautier: … you know what? I don’t see why not.
(The crowd explodes. Winona’s eyes widen slightly.)
Winona Hendrickson: I—
Venus de Martin: And that is music to my ears. 😌 Glad you can see some reason in that, champ.
(Winona isn’t all that happy, but she isn’t going to back down.)
Winona Hendrickson: You know what? Fine. Guess it’s a triple threat. However, that just means that there’s gonna be two of you now that are gonna have to deal with a loss to me.
Venus de Martin: Hey, if you say so.
Anna Wautier: Let us not get carried away. I’m the champion, and like I said, I don’t plan on losing this title for a while. My sentiments toward Winona can be applied to you, Venus.
(Anna begins to walk away.)
Anna Wautier: But either way, I will be seeing you both at House of Glass!
(And the fans cheer. Venus smirks. Winona slowly nods her head, hands on her hips. She casts a glance at Venus who returns the favor, while Anna raises the title into the air. From there, Dynasty fades to commercials…)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass.)
[King Sulyvahn IV defeats Chris Elite after Effy McAvoy interferes. Afterwards, Kassidy Heart comes out to attack him. Full match TBP ASAP!]
(Backstage, Tyrone Montgomery is by his desk, looking all the more stressed out than usual. Hands drag down his face as a sigh leaves him.)
Tyrone Montgomery: God, let this be over with already. I need to rest. Might take a different plane. I just need to collect myse—
(Knock, knock, knock!)
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, brother…
(A grumble, but Tyrone does what he does best: straighten up, and pretend he has his shit together. He clears his throat, double-checking his tie and surroundings, before he calls out.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Door’s open!
(The door knob turns, and AKIZA steps in, gently locking the door behind her.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, AKIZA, welcome! You can take a seat here if you’d like to.
(He gestures toward the chair in front of him, but AKIZA merely looks at it.)
AKIZA: No thank you. I won’t be long.
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh? Well, alright, then. It’s your preference. So, what can I help you with?
AKIZA: It’s a simple matter, but it has been on my mind for a bit…
(A few steps forward bring her closer to the general manager. A serious look encompasses her face.)
AKIZA: Territorial Invasion has passed, and those who have won their matches have been rewarded accordingly. However, it is to my understanding that in spite of me winning Divide and Conquer, I’ve yet to be bestowed with the same sort of fortune. I understand that you are a busy man, but it does make me wonder: what do you have in store for me?
Tyrone Montgomery: Well, I—
(AKIZA then lifts a finger, making him pause.)
AKIZA: And please, it better not be a pay raise. Not to be ungrateful, but there are more worthwhile ideas I have in mind.
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, right. Well, there isn’t any pay raise for you, so you’re in luck when it comes to that. It’s just…
(Tyrone then stops, letting out a nervous chuckle. AKIZA raises a brow.)
AKIZA: Just…?
(Tyrone scratches the back of his head, a thread of silence stretching between the two. AKIZA does her best to remain patient, but by the subtle narrowing of her eyes, it becomes evident she isn’t in the camp of waiting for too long. So, Tyrone hangs his head, sighs, and grumbles…)
Tyrone Montgomer: … I, uh, haven’t had time to think of a reward for you. :lupe:
AKIZA: …
(AKIZA stands. She does not blink. Does not react, really—and that may have frightened Tyrone more than if she had exploded right there and then.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Uh, AKIZA?
AKIZA: … hmph. Well, this won’t do. I do not mean to be forthright, Mr. Montgomery, but seeing as how I am the sole reason Dynasty even won Divide and Conquer, I believe I should be rewarded for that, no? In fact, I should’ve been one of the first priorities for you to consider in the aftermath of that event.
(It’s a small but subtle bite; a frigidness that ices over Tyrone’s spine.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Y-you’re right, and I’m sorry for that; truly, I am. I just had so much on my plate and things have been slipping my mind as of late. It’s no excuse, and I don’t want you to feel like I don’t care—
AKIZA: But?
(Because it sounded like a but. Tyrone strums his fingers along the desk’s surface.)
Tyrone Montgomery: I…
(He stops. Eyes widen slightly.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Actually, there is something for you.
(AKIZA’s stare lessens.)
AKZIA: Is there?
Tyrone Montgomery: Yes. There’s been rumblings about some of the titles here in EAW and chief among them include the Specialists Championship. Saori has been an impressive champion in spite of the, uh, circumstances she’s having to deal with, and maybe, just maybe… you can use that to your advantage and challenge her for it?
(AKIZA falls silent, letting Tyrone’s words ponder.)
AKIZA: Challenge for the Specialists title…
(She smirks.)
AKIZA: You know what? That may not be a bad idea. Saori seems like a fun competitor too, so it’ll be interesting to see how she’ll truly be. Yes, yes, I quite like that indeed…
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, good—
AKIZA: But, when I win that title, Tyrone? There’s going to have to be some things that change.
(Tyrone blinks.)
Tyrone Montgomery: H-huh?
AKIZA: I believe I made myself clear the first time. I don’t ever want to be considered someone who isn’t a priority again. I came here with my own goals, just like everyone else, and I don’t have time to be sidelined into irrelevance.
Tyrone Montgomery: … r-right. Got you. 😓 Again, I’m sorry.
(AKIZA chortles, beginning to step away.)
AKIZA: Yes, so you’ve said many of times, Mr. Montgomery… but when it is all said and done, we’ll see how truly apologetic you are.
(The door then closes behind her on her way out. Tyrone’s mouth is slightly agape in shock. After a while, he sighs, and slumps in his seat.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, this just gets worse…
(And from there, Dynasty fades back to ringside.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘The Reckoning’ by Within Temptation can be heard throughout the speakers as the crowd allows their reactions to be heard. Effy McCoy emerges from the back as the Interwire Champion nods to herself in the wake of the main event to come. The waves of elation can be felt throughout the audience as Effy has her palms over the title around her waist.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Watch Hill, Rhode Island! Weighing in at 125 pounds… SHE IS THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION, EFFYYYYYYYYY MCAVOY!!!
Stew-O: Effy McCoy has been able to weather the storm of Dynasty while maintaining all of what makes her an elitist to look forward to. This match against the World Championship himself will become quite the test, as there will be a great deal to prove while on the road to Pain for Pride.
Flannery McCoy: After everything that Effy has experienced throughout her season, she has remained battle tested as ever, and she will be sure to have an amazing season ahead if she can build upon her efforts as the Interwire Champion!
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage is heard blaring throughout the speakers, with Drake King making his way out from the back & standing at the entrance ramp with a sly grin on his face. Drake looks outward with his focus intact, the crowd continuing to let their reactions be heard as he would proceed to walk down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Heaven’s Gate, weighing in at 220 pounds… HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ‘GOD’, DRAAAAAAKE KINGGGGGG!!!
Stew-O: And here we have another elitist who has been able to weather every storm so far, as Drake King has his own momentum to look forward to continuously mounting as the accomplished World Champion, looking to secure this victory over Effy McAvoy.
Jake Mercer: Drake King can look forward to the future to come where he will have his next defense in no time, and victories in bouts like these can only add to the case to be made for that much! This will also be a big one for Effy to score that huge win & momentum!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! The main event of Dynasty is officially kicking off as we have Drake King & Effy McAvoy colliding right here! This looks to be a strong matchup as we have quite the outing in display for this champion vs. champion bout that should certainly provide immense interest ahead of our next marquee event coming up!
Flannery McCoy: As this match proceeds to kick off with both elitists pacing around the ring, keeping their eyes placed onto one another while doing all that they can to usher in a proper start for themselves in this match! McAvoy is looking to move forward as Drake is following along, as the two head toward one another and aim for the collar & elbow tie up! They’re looking to push one another forward as they’re trying to garner as much of a position to take advantage as they can! They’re keeping this start on a stand still for the time being, but it appears Drake is mustering up much of the strength advantage from here!
Jake Mercer: As Drake is able to back Effy into the ropes and keep her held off from here! The referee is proceeding to count down as Effy is trying to muster herself out of this predicament, but Drake is keeping her at bay with a forearm against her chin as the referee is now counting down! Now Drake is slowly backing himself away with his hands raised upward, giving the brief nod to the referee as McAvoy is doing the same, looking to get herself out of this position she’s been backed into—BUT DRAKE LOOKS TO NAIL A SWIFT SWING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE!
Stew-O: BUT EFFY DUCKS UNDER! Drake turns himself around and toward McAvoy—BUT IS CAUGHT WITH A STRIKE! And another! Effy is keeping Drake at bay as she’s refusing to give him any leeway here, allowing herself as much of the time as possible to nail these strikes across his temple without any further second being wasted! The referee is counting away from here once more, as she’s nailing each strike while keeping Drake King suppressed against the ropes, as McAvoy will need to back away soon before long from the pressure being imposed!
Flannery McCoy: Effy is backing herself away, as she’s not keeping herself away from Drake for long as she’s looking to keep a hold of Drake’s wrist and yank him away from the ropes! McAvoy proceeds to initiate the irish whip as she’s now tossing Drake toward the opposite ropes and looking for the advantage to take here—BUT DRAKE REVERSES THE MOMENTUM! Tossing Effy toward the ropes as McAvoy is now rebounding from said ropes, returning back toward Drake as he’s looking for a JUMPING KNEE—
Jake Mercer: BUT EFFY SIDESTEPS—AND SENDS A STIFF KICK SPRAWLING ACROSS DRAKE’S LOWER BACK! Drake King has got a hand placed over his lower back as he shakes his head, teetering toward the corner as Effy is now returning all of the pressure toward Drake King without a second thought! McAvoy shifts toward Drake as she doesn’t slow herself down from here, rushing toward the two-time Grand Rampage Winner by seeking out this RUNNING FOREARM FROM HERE!
Stew-O: DRAKE DUCKS UNDER & LIFTS EFFY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO BRING HER OUT OF THE RING! But McAvoy maintains herself as she’s holding onto the ropes, able to return to her feet on the apron successfully! Drake moved himself away from the corner for a moment, shaking his own head as he’s glancing toward Effy while she’s able to muster up enough room for herself to return to a proper stance onto the apron as well! Drake rushes himself toward Effy as he looks to get her out of this stance & back down to the control he needs!
Flannery McCoy: BUT EFFY WITH A SWIFT STRIKE ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF DRAKE TO KEEP HIM AT BAY! Drake is shaking his own head vigorously as he’s now knocked to a knee, as he’s got a hand on his own temple while Effy is looking to focus herself onto Drake from here. McAvoy keeps her focus onto the opponent at hand, as she brings herself over to the top before looking for the DOUBLE FOOT STOMP—
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE DUCKS UNDER & EFFY FINDS NO ONE THERE! McAvoy is gritting her teeth as she’s unable to capitalize as it’s enough time for Drake to recover & evade the kick! McAvoy is bringing herself back up here—BUT DRAKE KING WITH A SPINNING BACK ELBOW THAT ROCKS EFFY CONSIDERABLY! And now Drake King reels Effy back toward himself & keeps her standing in place before being able to land a swift BUTTERFLY SUPLEX to keep Effy down! Drake doesn’t waste much more time as he’s now hooking the leg right here!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T—
Stew-O: EFFY WITH THE KICKOUT! Drake sits himself upward as he’s looking at Effy, now standing upward & grabbing a hold of Effy as he’s dragging her over toward the ropes & keeping her situated against the bottom rope, looking to send the sentiments forward as she’s being placed under the struggle to come! Drake King keeps his hands held onto the top rope as he proceeds to stomp down onto Effy considerably! There’s a swift STOMP DOWNWARD onto her chest as the referee is left with no choice but to count down! McAvoy is trying to bring herself out of this yet these repeated stomps are doing her absolutely no favors here, the World Heavyweight Champion is refusing to let up!
Flannery McCoy: As he’s now pushing his foot against her jaw!! Without any avail whatsoever as she’s struggling to find any genuine ground for herself with her hands placed around his boot! The referee’s count is continuing to be closer to that five as Drake truly should not be willing to get disqualified if he continues to suppress Effy as much as he has currently! Eventually the EAW Hall of Famer does back himself away from Effy as she’s now clutching her own jaw, trying to keep a hand clutching onto the rope as the referee is now giving a scolding to Drake King while she’s trying to recover! McAllister is on this side of the ring as he’s able to speak directly to Effy while she’s leaning against the ropes as well!
Stew-O: ‘TILL DRAKE IS RUSHING BACK TOWARD McAvoy WITH A SWIFT BOOT—BUT EFFY WITH A SUDDEN LOU THESZ PRESS!! Effy is now mounting all of the punches into Drake King as she’s refusing to slow down, allowing each punch to have its desired effect as she’s not allowing herself any room here to slow down for the match! Drake is eventually able to shove Effy as he’s now looking to return back to his feet, trying to shake off all of the pressure that was just bolstered toward him as McAvoy is quickly rising back up to her feet, with her focus remaining placed on Drake King as he’s turning himself over & toward McAvoy—
Flannery McCoy: WITH EFFY MUSTERING UP ALL OF THE ENERGY FOR A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX TO GO THROUGH! Effy maintains the pin from here as the shoulders of Drake King are down, the referee slides to the cover as McAvoy is looking to secure the victory right here!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T—
Jake Mercer: NOT ENOUGH NEARLY! Drake King is able to kick himself out! He finds himself trying to keep mobile before Effy can take advantage & maintain as much pressure as she would like! McAvoy is now trying to bring herself back up to her feet as Drake is on a knee, in this vulnerable stance as McAvoy is continuously shaking her own head & refusing to see to it that Drake can even have the chance of bringing himself back into this match once more!
Stew-O: Which continues to linger in the mind of Effy McAvoy with everyone watching on from ringside in differing manners—AS SHE APPLIES THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE ONTO DRAKE KING!! THE SUBMISSION IS HERE! Effy is placing as much pressure into this submission as she possibly can while looking to wrench her arm around Drake’s neck to cut off any circulation! It’s halting any sizable advantage that Drake would have mustered up after kicking out of the pin! McAvoy acted quickly and now Drake is suffering all the more for it!
Flannery McCoy: Drake is keeping himself elevated from the mat however, with his feet being kept pressing over the canvas to avoid McAvoy from locking herself around Drake entirely to apply even greater struggle for this submission! McAvoy is shaking her own head vigorously as she refuses to let go, with Drake trying to seek out any viable option to escape from this submission yet it doesn’t seem like there will be any likelihood of that being the case due to their positioning here—WHICH LEADS TO DRAKE PUSHING HIMSELF FORWARD & RAISE EFFY INTO A FALCON ARROW! EFFY’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR—
Jake Mercer: EFFY ESCAPES THE PIN! She had no choice but to let go of Drake in the process as now Drake is able to free himself from the submission! Effy is trying to get back to her feet as quickly as she can before Drake can do the same, rushing herself back over to Drake King as she’s aiming to take her down with a swift kick across the temple from here—
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE WITH THE KICK CAUGHT! He’s got a hold of her leg as Effy is unable to pursue with the kick she’s looking for—AND GETS CAUGHT WITH AN ENZIGURI FROM DRAKE KING HIMSELF! Effy McAvoy is immensely dazed by the enziguri from the EAW Hall of Famer as Drake is now proceeding to irish whip Effy McAvoy toward the corner.. turning back toward her and able to send the message with a RUNNING FOREARM INTO THE CORNER! McAvoy is left rather dazed in the process as this has not been going remarkably well for her now!
Flannery McCoy: As Drake is looking to lift Effy upward and onto the top of the turnbuckle, trying to turn this into the opportunity to take advantage in the most substantial manner while Effy is unable to retort back toward her opponent currently! Drake King brings himself upward and onto the top turnbuckle, as she’s left in the worst spot possible for Drake to take hold of her from here, as he’s looking to hoist McAvoy upward for a SUPERPLEX—
Jake Mercer: BUT EFFY HOLDS ON! SHE’S SENDING REPEATED STRIKES ACROSS THE MIDSECTION OF DRAKE KING! Drake is forced to let go as he’s got no choice but to do so, with each strike keeping him at bay while Effy is able to send a stiff elbow across the jaw of Drake! Drake is teetering heavily here.. AS THE SECOND ELBOW SENDS HIM FALLING OFF OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Now Effy is fixing her positioning, trying to shake off all of the hardship that she has faced so far as Drake has returned to his feet.. WHILE EFFY LEAPS OFF—
Stew-O: AS THE DOUBLE FOOT FROM THE SECOND ROPES CAUSES DRAKE TO FALTER ONTO THE MAT! Effy is now rushing herself over & onto Drake King as she’s hooking the leg while she can, the referee counts away!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR—
Flannery McCoy: NO! DRAKE KING KICKS OUT FROM HERE!! Now Effy is able to come to her senses once more, focused on bringing this victory over toward herself as Drake is rather dazed from the missile dropkick! Now McAvoy is looking to make the most out of this opportunity, as she’s rushing to ensure that Drake is incurring as much struggle as possible if she wants to put the former multi time World Champion back down! Drake is teetering, finding his footing again as he turns toward Effy as SHE’S NOW LOOKING FOR ‘THE CLIMAX’ FROM HERE—
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE EVADES THE KNEE, EFFY TURNS BACK AROUND—SUPERKICK FROM DRAKE KING!! Effy is rocked by the superkick as she’s dropping to a knee, unable to retort back as she is stunned by the superkick! Drake doesn’t waste a moment here to reel Effy forward & hook her arms together, as this is enough for Drake to keep Roberta down with Effy being incapable of firing back up!
Stew-O: AS DRAKE WASTES NO TIME NAILING THE ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE ONTO Effy McAvoy!!! Effy is dropped on the mat with emphatic effect as Drake is able to relish in the moment for now at the sight of Effy being placed through the ringer!! Drake turns Effy over, hooking the leg as the referee soon slides himself to the count!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH! Effy still has more than enough in the tank to be able to kick out without an issue! But she’s visibly dazed by the pedigree as Drake King is now backing himself away from Effy, bringing himself toward the corner as he’s looking to make the most out of this match, nearly reaching its end through his own efforts! Effy finds herself struggling amply as Drake is now nodding to himself, with McAvoy becoming very prone to disaster as DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD FOR ‘JUDGMENT DAY’—
Jake Mercer: EFFY WITH A SUDDEN CODEBREAKER THAT CATCHES DRAKE KING OFF GUARD!!! Drake is wide-eyed as he’s stumbling backward and into the ropes, as he now finds himself rebounding forward without much control as he was just hit with that sudden codebreaker to prevent ending this match!!! As McAvoy is able to bring herself back up & recover in time, just as Drake King is staggering forward toward his opponent!
Stew-O: ‘GOAT TROT’ KNOCKS DRAKE KING BACK DOWN TO THE MAT! Effy McAvoy is quickly hooking the leg as the referee gets down to the canvas to begin the count!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH! Effy is quickly rising herself back up, as both Effy & Drake are steadily rising here, looking to find their footing—
Jake Mercer: WHAT THE?!?? DGS??? YANNI??? NICK??? WHAT’S GOING ON?!? NICK JUST DRAGGED DRAKE OUT OF THE RING AS THE OTHERS PILE INTO THE RINGSIDE AREA RIGHT NOW!!!!
Stew-O: AND—EFFY’S JUST BEEN DRAGGED OUT BY DARYL KINKADE! EFFY’S NOW LEFT DEALING WITH DARYL RIGHT NOW AS THE REFEREE IS NOW CALLING FOR THE BELL!!!
(DING! DING! DING DING! DING!)
Jake Mercer: DRAKE IS CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE RIGHT NOW! ALL FOUR MEN LEFT EMBROILED IN A BRAWL WHILE EFFY IS STUCK IN THIS STANDSTILL WITH DARYL, EXCHANGING THE RIGHTS & LEFTS AS IT IS TURNING INTO CHAOS!
Stew-O: BUT HERE IS DRAKE’S CHURCH! HIS DEDICATED FOLLOWERS ARE NOW GETTING INTO THE MIX, FREEING DRAKE FROM THE SCUFFLE AS NICK, DGS & YANNI ARE NOW FIGHTING OFF THE CHURCH!
Flannery McCoy: AND EFFY IS RETURNING THE FIRE TO DARYL, TRYING TO KEEP HIM AT BAY—BUT CHRIS ELITE BLASTS EFFY FROM BEHIND WITH A FOREARM! EFFY DROPS AS NOW BOTH MEN ARE KICKING AND STOMPING DOWN ONTO EFFY, LEAVING HER NO ROOM TO HOLD HER HEAD HIGHLY THIS TIME!
Jake Mercer: WHILE THE GOONS ARE BEING DISMANTLED AS DRAKE IS ABLE TO SCURRY OFF FROM THE MAYHEM! A CHAOTIC END TO THE NIGHT AFTER A NO CONTEST—AND THEIR EYES ARE ON DRAKE! HE KNOWS HE BETTER GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE!
(Effy is left dormant, clutching onto her own head as Daryl & Chris are glaring down to her, able to garner the better of this time—while Drake is backing away at the ramp with his title held closely, his followers being beaten down by David, Yanni & NICK before they steady their chase, with Drake quickly rushing away in the heat of the moment as the scene fades.)
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