Dynasty
(EAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After an opening montage recapping the events of last week’s show, the shot takes the viewers to a live look of the Jeunesse Arena in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. Transitioning inside, it’s a packed house. The fans cheer as the signature red pyrotechnics go off, lighting up the stage with their vibrancy. After a few more shots show off the hyper atmosphere, the camera takes the viewers over to the commentary team, who are ready and excited.)
Stew-O: EAW Universe, welcome back to another edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined here by Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy! And we are officially a week away from Operation: Doomsday: the final Dynasty marquee event before the Road towards Pain for Pride begins!
Jake Mercer: Woo-hoo! We’re almost ready to end things on our side with a bang! We’re three-fourths of the way with this season, and next weekend could very well be instrumental in how things look for the next three months!
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely. So many pivotal matches. The stakes are high. Who will emerge victorious once we get to Opertaion: Doomsday?
(Friday Night Dynasty then proceeds to transition over from the commentary table to the stage, where immediately, the sounds of ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begin to blast through the speakers of the arena. The crowd erupts into thunderous boos as the shot pans over to reveal Drake King as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He already looks frustrated, judging by the expression on his face, but he takes a moment to close his eyes, composing himself with a couple of deep breaths, before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stew-O: And we’re kicking off the show tonight with a man who believes he has been screwed at every corner and prevented from “saving” Friday Night Dynasty. Drake King has gotten World Heavyweight Championship opportunities in the past, but now more than ever, he feels that it is necessary to fulfill the prophecy and steer this brand into the future.
Flannery McCoy: And it’s certainly going to be a tall task. These past couple of weeks, he’s gotten familiar with the competition that he’s going to be facing in the Iron Survivor match, and we know just how good the four others are participating in it. It’s not going to be a cakewalk.
Jake Mercer: But for as irritating as he is, we also know how good Drake King is in the process! Needless to say, he is not a man to be fucked with, and he is intent on making sure that everyone pays for their sins.
(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, taking a moment before entering the ring. Inside, there is a podium, and as he straightens himself up, he takes a moment before walking up the steps and getting himself situated. ‘When Darkness Falls’ begins to come to a close, and the only thing that’s left is the loud negative reaction that ensues before Drake can even speak. Needless to say, he’s not having any of that.)
Drake King: Silence. I said, SILENCE!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The boos only grow louder, which makes Drake’s jaw clench. As he continues to try and practice tranquility with a couple of deep breaths, he forces a calm smile, before adjusting his microphone.)
Drake King: Every single week, I stand before you. Offering salvation to a brand that is actively drowning in its own incompetence, and I am met with the same venom. You point your fingers, you foam at the mouth, and you beg for my downfall. And every single week, I am expected to be the one who takes a step back. I am the one told to relax. I am expected to swallow my pride and accept the absolute CIRCUS that Tyrone Montgomery has constructed around me. I am supposed to look at the Iron Survivor match that I am partaking in next week, and I am supposed to pretend… pretend… that it is a competitive field.
(Drake’s voice shakes in anger as he finishes that, but he once again composes himself, as his voice continues to rise.)
Drake King: I am expected to share my divine air with Limmy Monaghan. A man whose entire current existence is funded by charity opportunities and pity, desperately chasing a peak he can’t get to, and he NEVER has. I am expected to share the ring with Methuselah, a man clinging to a bygone era of authority, masking his own irrelevance behind smoke, mirrors, and everything in between that makes him who he is. I’ve beaten him before, and I will CERTAINLY beat him again.
(Drake begins to slowly pace around, running his hands through his hair.)
Drake King: I am expected to face the likes of Rex McAllister as I have done many times over. Sharing a ring with a man whose greatest contribution to this industry is being the pinnacle of mediocrity. Letting these people cheer for him because he demands NOTHING of them. And don’t even get me started on the fraud that is Cy Henderson. A con artist who has built a legacy on stolen moments and lies. A man who thinks because he escaped Pain For Pride ONCE, he is somehow on my level. He, like everyone else, is simply siphoning the star power that I generate just to make yourselves look even CLOSE to legitimate. You need me to be held back! You need management to screw me over just so you can even SNIFF the World Heavyweight Championship. NEVER AGAIN!
(Drake slams his hands down on the top of the podium. But after a moment of clenching the surface, he nods his head.)
Drake King: Which brings me to the core of my sermon tonight. The reason I am extending this one, final olive branch. Sense. And patience. Operation: Doomsday is a week away. Four of you are marching toward a slaughter, desperately hoping to claim Michael Machina’s World Heavyweight Championship, a title that was stolen from me, a title that is my divine right.
(Drake closes his eyes, exhaling momentarily.)
Drake King: I am out here tonight to offer you mercy. Use your sense. Look at the reality of your situation and realize that you are statistically, physically, and spiritually outmatched by God himself. Practice patience. Step aside. Do not walk into that Iron Survivor match pretending you have a chance to lead this brand. Lay down your arms. Withdraw. Save yourselves the humiliation of being used, once again, as stepping stones for my ultimate crowning. Because if you force me to exert my wrath… if you force me to break you so that I can finally take my rightful place at the head of this table-
(Before Drake can finish, ‘P.O.V’ by Clipse ft. Tyler, the Creator begins to blast through the speakers, eliciting a negative reaction from the crowd as Drake lets out a cry of frustration through the microphone. The camera then goes over to show Cy Henderson as he makes his way out from the backstage area. He has an amused look on his face, taking a moment to examine the situation before slowly making his way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Here comes the former World Heavyweight Champion, and he’s certainly one to believe that the result that comes with this Iron Survivor match is merely inevitable. He’s someone who believes that he’s going to capture the World Title again from Michael Machina, and who can really blame him?
Flannery McCoy: Cy has taken this brand by storm since beating Joso for the title last year, and needless to say, even with the three months that he was gone, he thinks that he hasn’t lost a step. Though it remains to be seen whether that holds up in a high-pressure situation like this.
Jake Mercer: Really?! You’re doubting him right now?! Flan, this is the greatest of all time, put some respect on his goddamn name! Let this man speak and convince you why he deserves this.
(Cy rounds the corner and takes a microphone from the ringside area, before slowly entering the ring. As ‘P.O.V’ begins to come to a close, he approaches Drake, taking a moment to pause, before speaking.)
Cy Henderson: I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?
(Cy doesn’t wait for an answer, simply chuckling. A low, dismissive sound escapes his mouth as he begins to pace around Drake.)
Cy Henderson: I only ask because I was listening in the back, and for a second, it sounded like a replay. It’s always the same song and dance with you, Drake. You stand there, doing the same, played out schtick about salvation, divine rights, grand conspiracies, but wipe away the bullshit, the endless distractions, until only what’s important is left… and what do you actually have? You have a man who is terrified of the silence. You want to believe that you’re being held back because you’re a threat. You want to believe that I… that *we*… need management to screw you over so we can sniff the World Heavyweight Championship. But the truth is far more insulting, isn’t it? Do you want to know the real reason why nobody is intimidated by your little sermons anymore?
(Drake’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as Cy tilts his head, a smirk forming.)
Cy Henderson: It’s because you’re an afterthought. You are begging for people to see you as the most influential, while I look around and see an audience that yawns when you try to fill shoes that were only ever tailored for me. You, Methuselah, Limmy Monaghan, Rex McAllister… you are all just inconsequential pieces on the chessboard, trying to keep me from reaching the other side. Me facing Michael Machina again is all that matters. And do you know the reason why Michael Machina isn’t nervous about you, Drake? It’s because dealing with you is just business as usual. He’s just keeping my title warm until it’s time to punch out.
(The crowd ooh’s at this, as Drake points an accusatory finger at Cy, stepping away from the podium.)
Drake King: You arrogant, obsolete PARASITE! You stand there and talk to me about being an afterthought?! I am the one who kept this industry breathing while you were off finding yourself! I am the one-
Cy Henderson: You are a man who became a shadow of his former self. You pigeonhole yourself into becoming a martyr, and instead of holding yourself accountable for the Gordian knot you can’t cut, you try to make it everybody else’s problem. I don’t need a surprise factor. I don’t need a statistical advantage. The difference between you and me, Drake, is that I don’t need to demand that people call me God to perform miracles. I just do the impossible. You ask us to lay down our arms and save ourselves the humiliation? Drake, I was building this brand while you were still figuring out how to lace your boots. I am building a brutalist monument out of my sins and my feats, and the hourglass is in stasis for me. My twilight is my prime. I don’t get weaker with age; I only get more dangerous. So you can stand up there and complain all you want. But when that bell rings at Operation: Doomsday, there will be no grace. It will be crude. It will be bare.
Drake King: You watch yourself, Cy…
(Cy chuckles as he drops his microphone down to the ground.)
Cy Henderson: (Off-Mic) Do something about it.
(Drake’s eyes go wide with fury, and he doesn’t say another word.)
Stew-O: OH MY GOD! DRAKE JUST LAUNCHED THE PODIUM AT CY! THE DISRESPECT FROM CY HENDERSON JUST PUSHED DRAKE KING OVER THE EDGE!
Flannery McCoy: AND CY GOES DOWN HARD, CLUTCHING HIS RIBS, AND DRAKE ISN’T THROUGH JUST YET! HE LUNGES AT THE FORCE OF NATURE AND IMMEDIATELY BEGINS TO RAIN DOWN PUNCHES ONTO HIS HEAD!
Jake Mercer: What did Cy expect?! You don’t walk into a church and spit in God’s face! I’ll be damned! Drake is up on his feet as he runs to the ropes and back!
Stew-O: LEAPING THROUGH THE AIR AND GOING FOR JUDGMENT DAY-
(Suddenly, the crowd comes alive.)
Flannery McCoy: REX MCALLISTER IS HERE! HE TACKLES DRAKE DOWN TO THE GROUND BEFORE HE CAN HIT THE MOVE, AND IMMEDIATELY HE MOUNTS ON TOP OF HIM AND BEGINS TO CONNECT WITH REPEATED SHOTS TO THE FACE!
Jake Mercer: DRAKE IS SCRAMBLING, HE’S NOT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF! HE’S JUST TRYING TO GET OUT OF THERE! AND HE QUICKLY GOUGES REX DIRECTLY IN THE FACE, FORCING HIMSELF FREE!
Stew-O: REX STAGGERS BACK-
(CRACK!)
Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD!
Jake Mercer: METHUSELAH! METHUSELAH FROM BEHIND SMACKS REX WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE SPINE, WHICH SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!
(Methuselah stands at the center of the ring, while Rex clutches his spine in pain. He looks at both Cy and Drake, who are recovering in opposite corners, with a grin on his face as he looks to engage.)
Stew-O: BEHIND YOU!
Flannery McCoy: LIMMY MONAGHAN LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF METHUSELAH’S HEAD! WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?!
Jake Mercer: LIMMY MOUNTS ON TOP OF METHUSELAH AND BEGINS TO SEND STRIKES RAINING DOWN, WHILE REX CHARGES AT DRAKE, LOOKING FOR THE ATTACK-
Stew-O: BUT CY JUST TOOK THE PODIUM AND SHOVED IT DIRECTLY INTO REX, SENDING HIM CRASHING INTO DRAKE! BODIES ARE FLYING, FISTS ARE CONNECTING, AND IT’S CLEAR THAT ORDER IS COMPLETELY OUT THE WINDOW!
Flannery McCoy: WHEERE THE HELL IS SECURITY?!
(A swarm of EAW officials and security guards flood the ring, desperately trying to pull the five Iron Survivor competitors apart. It takes three men just to pull Limmy off Methuselah, while another group of them is pinning Drake to a corner as he yells like a rabid dog. Meanwhile, Cy has managed to roll himself out of the ring, clutching his head in pain as he shakes his head in frustration.)
Jake Mercer: What a chaotic scene to start the show, and with the card that we have. I’m sure that this is only the beginning!
(The last shot seen is absolute bedlam as everyone is being escorted to separate parts of the arena and forcefully dragged away. All while Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere from there.)
(A commercial plays for the Backrooms movie, featuring BRAE.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes began blaring through the speakers to tremendous cheers as Limmy Monaghan emerges from behind the stage curtains, a solemn expression on his wartorn face as he narrows his eyes down towards the squared circle; without much theatrics, he storms down towards the ring, looking incredibly determined.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Golden Beach, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds… HE IS THE ACE, LIMMYYYYYYYYYY! MONAGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Jake Mercer: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!
Stew-O: …Yes. The Ace has arrived, and he’s looking to rack up some momentum in a big way against the reigning Empress of Elite tonight as we’re a week away from Operation Doomsday!
Flannery McCoy: The Ace and the Matriarch had some harsh words for each other in the lead up to this match, and with two highly elite competitors, who is going to be the one to walk out with the victory?
(“DEATH OF A MAGICAL GIRL” by sm3rki began blaring through the speakers to loud boos as the Matriarch, KASAI, slowly sauntered out from behind the stage curtains with an ominous aura emanating from her. With slow and deliberate movements, she made her way towards the squared circle, basking in her own presence.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Amani, Kagoshima, Japan, weighing in at 145 pounds… she is THE MATRIARCH, KAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Stew-O: The Empress of Elite would gain TREMENDOUS momentum if she manages to get a victory over the highly influential Ace of EAW!
Flannery McCoy: With Raven Roberts sure to be watching this match closely, we’ll have to see what kind of statement KASAI will be able to make for her!
Jake Mercer: The same goes for Limmy with the rest of the competitors in the Iron Survivor Challenge match, though; neither one of them can afford to lose this close to their matches, but one of them will have to!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! The Matriarch against the Ace, quite the high profile match if I do say so myself!
Flannery McCoy: The Ace is going to be able to employ his weight advantage in this match against the smaller Matriarch, but don’t let that fool you into thinking the Matriarch isn’t going to be able to match up to the Ace with her ruthlessness and well-roundedness!
Jake Mercer: Both wrestlers exit their respective corners, glaring at each other with no love lost between these two! Limommy looks so dashing when he glares like that…
Stew-O: When you have two wrestlers with large egos like these two, the kind of tension we saw in their videos was bound to happen, and now it’s all about to blow up! They’re circling the ring, and Limmy is walking with a slight crouch, keeping closer to the ground; we know how good the grappling game of the Ace is, and if he’s able to grapple KASAI down and dominate her through sheer force and strength, this may be bad for the Matriarch!
Flannery McCoy: They’re getting closer and closer… oh, and there’s the tie up in the middle of the ring, classic collar and elbow style! Limmy with his weight advantage is managing to push her back, getting her up against the ropes– oh, but KASAI managed to slip out of the tie-up before her back got up against the ropes!
Jake Mercer: She slipped right behind Limmy, and just as Limmy turned around– OH! BACKHAND SLAP BY THE MATRIARCH! The Matriarch shows absolutely no reverence for the Ace here tonight, and that may be an attempt at mind games… but Limmy just scoffs at it! What a king!
Stew-O: KASAI isn’t finished yet, though, as she responds to Limmy’s nonchalance with a sharp kick right to the midsection, followed by another that manages to push Limmy against the very ropes that he was trying to push her into! KASAI grabs a hold of Limmy’s wrist and pushes him against the ropes before launching him past her with an Irish whip, sending him running to the ropes on the other side of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: KASAI keeps an eye out and goes to intercept the Ace in the middle of the ring, aiming to connect with a spinning elbow– but the Ace manages to execute a baseball slide to dodge it perfectly! Limmy immediately kips back up to a standing position, not allowing himself to stay on the canvas and put himself in danger of a stomp from the Matriarch!
Jake Mercer: But KASAI goes high instead, spinning around and attempting to knock Limmy’s head off with a high kick to the jaw! Limmy catches the kick before it can connect and spins, WRENCHING the leg of the Matriarch and dropping her down with a dragon screw leg whip! He just ripped the base right out from under her, sending her crashing to the canvas!
Stew-O: Limmy immediately drops to a crouching position, aiming to grab a hold of the foot of the Matriarch! I think he’s going for an ankle lock here, but KASAI quickly turns onto her back, using Limmy’s grip on her foot to pull him in before pushing him back hard with BOTH legs! Limmy goes stumbling, giving KASAI a moment to scramble back to her feet to avoid getting caught in a dangerous position like that again!
Flannery McCoy: Before Limmy can regain his footing, KASAI rushes forward and grabs a hold of Limmy’s dominant hand, twisting it over her head and pulling it into an arm wrench hold! Smart move by the Matriarch, aiming to prevent Limmy from being able to fully utilize that strength advantage by weakening him at the limbs! It’d be hard to execute all of his suplexes if his arms give out on him! She proves my point with a sharp kick right to the shoulder joint of the Ace; Limmy may be a stoic, but even he couldn’t avoid a grimace with a targeted shot at a limb getting wrenched!
Jake Mercer: The Matriarch follows it up by leaping up into the air before yanking the arm of Limmy Monaghan down with her, pulling it into a double knee arm breaker! Down goes the Ace! LIMOMMY NOO!
Stew-O: It looks like KASAI is about to go for a grounded submission hold of some kind, but it’s impossible to tell what it is because Limmy managed to roll out of harm’s way before KASAI could even make contact! Limmy clutches at his arm in pain, flexing his fingers to test his feeling as he scrambles up to his feet, but KASAI is hot on his tail!
Flannery McCoy: She snatches that arm right away from Limmy’s clutches and spins behind him, immediately trapping it once again with a hammer lock! Not just that, she hits the edge of his arm with an elbow smash! And another one! This isn’t looking good for– OH! HEAVY MULE KICK BY THE ACE! It was a bad situation but Limmy adapted to it in no time!
Jake Mercer: That mule kick managed to create some distance, and a running high knee knocks KASAI back HARD! She almost falls over but lands against the ropes, rebounding off of them and stumbling forward towards Limmy groggily!
Stew-O: It looks like she’s about to fall over, but Limmy quickly slips behind her and prevents her from falling by applying a half nelson hold on her! Clever strategy by Limmy, using his non dominant arm for the tougher part of the hold and not allowing KASAI’s arm-targeting offense to totally cripple his strategy!
Flannery McCoy: He turns to face the ropes with KASAI locked in that half nelson hold before arching back! HALF NELSON SUPLEX CONNECTS! He drops the Matriarch square on the back of her neck, and on top of that, he bridges it into a pin attempt with the tips of his toes pressed against the canvas for maximum leverage! Does he have it?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOO-
Jake Mercer: NO HE DOES NOT! The Matriarch with an emphatic kick out prevents the match from ending! The Ace scoffs at the kickout, getting a slight grin on his face before the grimace returns and he grips his arm once again!
Stew-O: He takes a moment to recuperate before reaching forward towards KASAI… only for the Matriarch to be the one that rolls out of harm’s way this time, getting out of the ring itself by rolling underneath the bottom rope before getting out to ringside! She staggers over, taking a brief moment of respite herself!
Flannery McCoy: But the Ace isn’t going to let that slide as he pops back to his own feet, taking aim before running in the opposite direction, hitting the ropes for the rebound, and sprinting at MAXIMUM SPEED towards the side of ringside where KASAI is! Before the Matriarch even knows what’s coming her way, Limmy launches himself over the top rope!
Jake Mercer: TOPE CON HILO! TOPE CON HILO! LIMOMMY MONA_HAN TAKES TO THE SKY AND SHOWS OFF THAT TREMENDOUS ACROBATIC PROWESS OF HIS! HE CRASHES RIGHT INTO THE MATRIARCH AT RINGSIDE, WIPING HER OUT AND MANAGING TO LAND ON HIS FEET!
Stew-O: The Ace showing the world why he has that moniker in the first place! The crowd is on their feet cheering for the Ace after that showing, but Limmy doesn’t let the crowd’s ovation distract him as he grabs KASAI by the hair and rolls her roughly back into the ring!
Flannery McCoy: He starts to walk forward but, again, that arm is still nagging at him; I think looking at the replay footage, his arm hit the roof of KASAI’s head hard, and that certainly couldn’t have helped with the damage KASAI has already inflicted onto it!
Jake Mercer: He grits his teeth and fights through the pain, though! The Matriarch is already starting to stagger up, so Limmy has no time to recuperate as he slides back into the ring, looking to capitalize on the momentum he already has!
Stew-O: KASAI is leaning on the middle rope, using it for leverage to get back to a standing position! Limmy sees that positioning and his eyes light up as he takes aim and SPRINTS TOWARDS HER! KASAI looks up at the titantron and sees Limmy rushing towards her–
Flannery McCoy: DIABLE JAMBE! WAIT, NO! KASAI MANAGED TO MOVE HER HEAD OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MOMENT, AVOIDING THE SIGNATURE RUNNING KNEE SMASH OF THE ACE! AMAZING RING AWARENESS BY KASAI, MAKING USE OF THE VIDEO FEED TO SEE LIMMY’S MOVE COMING WITHOUT HIM KNOWING SHE KNEW!
Jake Mercer: Limmy’s knee goes between the middle and top ropes at full speed, causing his leg to get stuck for a moment on that middle rope! He starts pulling his leg out of there– OH! SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK BY KASAI TO THE BACK OF LIMMY’S HEAD! LIMMY JUST GOT KNOCKED SILLY AND–
Stew-O: SHE ACTUALLY HELPS HIM GET FREE FROM THE ROPES BY GETTING BOTH OF HER KNEES ONTO HIS BACK AND YANKING HIM BACK INTO A BACKSTABBER! BACKSTABBER BY THE MATRIARCH CONNECTS, CAUSING LIMMY TO FLIP OVER HER AND LAND ON HIS MIDSECTION ON THE CANVAS!
Flannery McCoy: KASAI uses the ropes to stagger back to her feet as quickly as she can before leaping up and DAMN! KNEE DROP RIGHT ONTO THE BACK OF LIMMY’S HEAD! THAT MAY HAVE KNOCKED HIM OUT, HONESTLY! SHE IMMEDIATELY TURNS HIM OVER AND GOES TO HOOK THE LEG! DOES SHE HAVE IT?!
ONEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: :blessed: LIMOMMY STILL IN IT! ACE! ACE! ACE!
Stew-O: KASAI looks frustrated at the resilience of the Ace as she glares daggers at him; the Ace is in pain, but he’s still in it for sure! The Matriarch grits her teeth before grabbing Limmy by the hair and forcing him to a kneeling position! She rises up to her own feet as well, sauntering behind Limmy as she measures him up!
Flannery McCoy: She’s taking aim as Limmy slowly staggers up to his feet… the Ace turns around and– OH! MATRIARCH GOES FOR MATRICIDE! THAT FINISHING SKULL KICK OF HERS– BUT LIMMY DUCKS UNDERNEATH AND SWEEPS HER OTHER LEG WHILE HER DOMINANT LEG IS STILL IN THE AIR! KASAI CRASHES TO THE CANVAS!
Jake Mercer: A BURST OF ADRENALINE FROM LIMMY AS HE RUSHES PAST KASAI WHILE SHE DESPERATELY TRIES TO GET BACK TO A KNEELING POSITION– THAT WAS A MISTAKE FOR THE MATRIARCH BECAUSE LIMMY REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES AND CONNECTS WITH DIABLE JAMBE! IT HITS THIS TIME!
Stew-O: AND NOW LIMMY STUMBLES OVER INTO THE CORNER BEFORE MEASURING KASAI UP! HE’S SIGNALING FOR THE END AS HE PREPARES FOR WHAT I CAN ONLY IMAGINE IS THE DIVINE DEPARTURE! KASAI STARTS TO RISE AND… WHAT?!
Flannery McCoy: The crowd is starting to react loudly, and Limmy, veteran that he is, takes notice with a scowl! He turns and sees… THE CHAIRMAN! METHUSELAH IS HERE, SLOW CLAPPING FOR THE ACE! LIMMY LOOKS INCENSED AT THE INTERRUPTION, TURNING TO YELL AT THE CHAIRMAN!
Jake Mercer: THE REFEREE TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO METHUSELAH AS WELL! METHUSELAH IS APPROACHING THE RING AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO GET IN– OH! MATRICIDE! MATRICIDE CONNECTS TO THE BACK OF LIMMY’S HEAD, SENDING HIM FALLING DOWN ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE, PUTTING HIM FACE TO FACE WITH METHUSELAH ON THE OUTSIDE… BUT I THINK LIMMY IS OUT COLD! METHUSELAH LAUGHS IN HIS FACE AS KASAI YANKS HIM BACK INTO THE RING FOR THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER… THE MATRIARCH, KASAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Stew-O: Certainly a controversial finish here tonight, folks, but that’s par for the course! Who knows whether KASAI would’ve been able to dodge the Divine Departure or not, but there’s no telling because the distraction by Methuselah caught Limmy’s attention!
Flannery McCoy: The Matriarch certainly isn’t broken up about taking advantage of the circumstance, that’s for sure! She raises her own hand, not letting the referee touch her!
Jake Mercer: Limmy has come to, though, and he’s not looking happy at all! Methuselah is straight up belly laughing at him and– OH! LIMMY HAS HAD ENOUGH AS HE IMMEDIATELY ROLLS OUT AND RIDES THAT ADRENALINE WAVE TO TAKE THE FIGHT TO THE CHAIRMAN!
Stew-O: THEY’VE STARTED BRAWLING! I DON’T EVEN THINK SECURITY WOULD DARE INTERFERE WITH METHUSELAH SO THE STRIKES KEEP ON FLYING AS THESE TWO OLD RIVALS TRY TO BEAT EACH OTHER BLOODY!
Flannery McCoy: THEY’RE FIGHTING UP THE RAMP… AND METHUSELAH DUCKS UNDERNEATH LIMMY’S ELBOW BEFORE THRUST KICKING HIM THROUGH THE CURTAINS! HE RUSHES THROUGH, MAKING CHASE TO THE ACE!
Jake Mercer: And KASAI glares at the sight of them taking up her spotlight! She snaps her fingers before raising her arms yet again!
KASAI: (off-mic) Give me a microphone!
(A ringside crew member quickly hands her one. The Matriarch then goes to the center of the ring, and the annoyance she had disappears. A smirk now graces her face, especially when she has one particular person in her focus…)
KASAI: See? This is why EAW needs me at the top. THIS is why EVERYONE shall benefit from the Matriarch and Empress taking the throne, because what a shameful, lawless brand this is! But no matter, the time will come where I shall re-imagine Dynasty under my watchful vision… and on that note? I have spent the past couple of weeks being busy, keeping a close eye on Raven Roberts.
KASAI: Yes, Raven: you heard me correctly. I have done my due diligence in getting to know everything that makes you tick, that makes you anxious, that makes you want to second doubt yourself. Sure, you are confident—but you are also foolish. Your ignorance will be the death of you, Raven. But me? Oh, I won’t need to worry about that. To know your enemy is the greatest tactic you can utilize…
(Suddenly, the fans gasp as the titantron flicks to life. Several surveillance-like photos are revealed, showcasing Raven Roberts at her home and neighborhood.)
Stew-O: :roman:
Jake Mercer: Uh….
Flannery McCoy: :lupe:
(Some of the photos show Raven going through menial tasks—walking, shopping, jogging, and even chatting with Rex McAllister. But others do show more personal details.)
(Her in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of the bed while her hand is pressed against her forehead.)
(Her having an ice pack pressed against her head in another.)
(Her staring at a championship—more specifically, the Universal Women’s Champiionship–mounted on the wall on the room, reminiscing on what used to be…)
(KASAI lets out a dark chuckle.)
KASAI: For a woman who wishes to act as if she has me all figured out…
(Then, the final image is revealed: and it’s like a punch to the gut.)
(It’s her and Rex again. Only this time, it’s them embroiled in what appears to be a heated argument about something.)
KASAI: Everything is fine and dandy. Everything will work in your favor! You’re not worried about anything! You and your husband are perfectly content with the state of your careers and where you’re at, right!?
(She laughs.)
Flannery McCoy: Yeah, this is too far…
KASAI: But that’s fine, Raven. You wish to be in denial. You wanted to step up to me but hide the real reason behind that action. At least next weekend, you will no longer run from the truth that you—
Stew-O: OH MY!
(Suddenly, KASAI is tackled down to the mat! Raven Roberts mounts her, and starts going off with punches!)
Jake Mercer: I THINK KASAI MAY HAVE POKED THE BEAR A BIT TOO MUCH! RAVEN ISN’T HAVING IT! SHE SHOOTS UP AND TOSSES ASIDE HER JACKET, YELLING AT KASAI TO GET UP!
Flannery McCoy: And KASAI does—but RAVEN RUNS IN FOR THE ‘TALON’!!
Stew-O: NO! KASAI JUST AVOIDS IT! NOW SHE RUSHES AT RAVEN AND PUSHES HER INTO THE CORNER! BOTH WOMEN TEE OFF ON ONE ANOTHER, BRAWLING INSIDE OF THE RING!!
Jake Mercer: Oh boy—we got security on the way! They slide in and break them apart! Man, they’ve been keeping busy!
(KASAI and Raven are forcefully separated. They yell at one another, and it’s a heated situation.)
Jake Mercer: Well, let’s hope this dies down in time for our next match! Quick, take us to commercials!
(And the production team doesn’t even hesitate.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday, where KASAI takes on Raven Roberts.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘Cult Leader’ by KiNG MALA hits the PA speakers and Mia Santoro walks out from the crowd, walking alongside Jamie Valdez. Jamie heckles the crowd while Santoro pretends like she’s being showered with praise. They both hop over the barricade, making their way into the ring and posing.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, accompanied by Jamie Valdez, weighing in at 115 pounds, from Key West, Florida, “THE OBSESSION” MIIIAAAAAAAAA!!! SANNTTTOOORRRROOOOOO!!!
(ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii is plays next and the applause can be heard as BRAE marches out with the Interwire Championship around his waist. BRAE marches down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He swings over the ropes, raising his title up.
Stephie Love: Her opponent, from Bray County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing in at 215 pounds… he is THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! “SON” BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING)
Jake Mercer: Santoro cautiously circles around the ring as she locks eyes with BRAE, trying to be extremely cautious of the Interwire Champion. BRAE steps up for a collar & elbow tie-up, but Santoro ducks underneath and kicks him in the knee! She then applies a tight headlock, and BRAE grimaces.
Stew-O: He brings her to the ropes, where he places a palm on her back and shoots her off with ferocity. BRAE runs forward and he knocks Santoro onto her ass with one hell of a shoulder tackle! Santoro looks up to BRAE in disbelief, and then he scoops her up off of the canvas and throws her into the turnbuckles! Mia grimaces, and BRAE runs in for a shoulder tackle—
Flannery McCoy: No! Santoro sends BRAE shoulder-first into the ring post! BRAE stumbles out, holding his shoulder in pain. Santoro quickly rushes forward, bringing BRAE down with a schoolboy roll up!
ONE—
Jake Mercer: BRAE kicks out! Both rise and he swings for Mia, who catches his wrist and twirl underneath. She shoves him forward, ramming his shoulder into the turnbuckles! BRAE staggers out, holding his shoulder. Santoro backs up, and she leaps into a dropkick to the shoulder! BRAE goes down, holding his shoulder in pain.
Stew-O: She rises to her feet, and starts stomping BRAE out. He covers up, rolling away to the ropes. BRAE takes the ropes and begins to rise, but Santoro takes the wrist and transitions into an arm wringer. She tries to slam his arm over her shoulder, but BRAE breaks free and grabs Santoro into an inverted facelock, dropping into a backbreaker!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE hangs on to Santoro and spins her around to the center, then she heaves her up high in the air and slams her down with a vicious inverted suplex! Santoro rolls away, holding her body in pain. BRAE rises to his feet and waits for Santoro, where he quickly runs the ropes and leaps into a boot to the side of the head! Santoro falls through the middle rope, and BRAE rolls out, following her.
Jake Mercer: Jamie Valdez watches carefully, but I don’t know if right now is the time to get involved! Santoro crawls to the steps, and BRAE picks her up. He lifts her over his shoulder, trying to drop Santoro onto the steps—but she slips off just in time! BRAE turns around, and Santoro TACKLES him into the steps! That shoulder bangs against the steps and Santoro quickly drags him up, throwing him into the ring!
Stew-O: Mia climbs up onto the apron, then ascends to the top. She positions herself on the ropes, and flies off, soaring through the skies with a diving headbutt on the worked shoulder! BRAE grimaces out in pain, rolling around in pain, as Santoro hooks the legs!
OOONNNNEEEEE!!!
TWWW—
Flannery McCoy: BRAE kicks out again, and Santoro shakes her head. She drags BRAE up to his feet and turns him around, grabbing the waist. She wants a german suplex, but BRAE sends an elbow to the side of the head! BRAE sends another elbow, and Santoro falls into the turnbuckles. He turns around and leaps into a knee to the jaw! Santoro staggers out of the corner, and BRAE quickly runs the ropes, but Santoro captures the arm and floats over the head!
Jake Mercer: Santoro tries a double underhook lift, but BRAE tosses her with a back body drop! He rises to his feet and sends her back with a knife edge chop! Santoro wheezes. Another chop from BRAE, and she falls into the ropes! BRAE swings another, but she ducks under! Santoro captures BRAE by the head and drags him down to the canvas with a neckbreaker! BRAE holds the back of his head, groaning. Santoro slowly rises, stumbling around the ring.
Stew-O: He rolls under the bottom rope, and Santoro reaches over for him. BRAE sends his shoulder into the ribs of Santoro! She stumbles backwards, and BRAE takes the ropes and he slingshots over with a shoulder block! Santoro gets sent all the way to the center of the ring, and BRAE crawls over to hook the legs!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Kick out from Santoro! Valdez looks relieved outside the ring, pacing back and forth. BRAE rises to his feet and he drags Santoro up. He tucks her head in, wrapping his arms around her waist as he tries a powerbomb—but Santoro counters with a hurricanrana into the middle turnbuckle! BRAE’s gets hung up on the ropes, and Santoro quickly rises, seeing her shot! She runs across the ring, pointing out at BRAE!
Stew-O: Santoro leaps into a meteora against the buckles—NO! BRAE MOVES AND SHE BANGS HER KNEES OFF THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLES INSTEAD! That padding is barely enough to protect you from the steel underneath! Santoro falls over, holding her knee in agony! BRAE slowly pushes off of the canvas, taking a moment to recover… then he runs the ropes and stuns her with a bicycle knee to the jaw! Santoro is struggling to stay upright, and BRAE bounces off the ropes with another bicycle knee!
Flannery McCoy: She falls through the middle rope, and BRAE takes advantage. He reaches over, grabbing Santoro by the hair, and drags her up! He leans her against the ropes, hooking her arms around the top rope. Santoro kicks and screams, trying to get free—but it’s no use as BRAE unleashes the ‘TEN BEATS OF BRAE!”
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIXI! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! OHHH……. TEEEENNNNNN!!!!
Stew-O: Goodness! Santoro looks dazed right now! BRAE turns her around and grabs her by the head. He climbs the bottom rope, and then the middle rope, and BRAE deadlifts Santoro right back into the ring with a big SUPLEX! Santoro clutches at her back, crying out in agony as BRAE crawls over and he hooks the legs!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: But Mia gets her shoulder up in time! That was a very close call, though! She stares up at the ceiling, gasping out in pain. Santoro rolls over, clutching at her chest—and it was very close to being caved in by BRAE right there! He kneels up, thumbing his nose as Santoro is trying to bring herself back into the match.
Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) C’mon, Mia!
Jake Mercer: BRAE pushes up to his feet, stumbling into the turnbuckles. He shakes out his shoulder and he sees the opening presented before him. Santoro slowly rises as BRAE runs out of the corner, wanting ‘MORRIGAN!’ NO! SANTORO WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE AS HIS LEG GOES UP IN THE AIR! BRAE FALLS TO HIS KNEES, NOT EXPECTING THAT!
Stew-O: THEN A ROUNDHOUSE KICK RIGHT AFTER! ‘TWO FOR THE ROAD!’ BRAE IS DOWN AND OUT! SANTORO DROPS DOWN, HOOKING THE LEGS FOR WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE A MASSIVE WIN FOR HER!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRR—
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT FROM BRAE! Santoro sits up on impact and she can’t believe it! She slaps the mat, pissed off! Santoro quickly rises to her feet, and she steps out to the apron! Santoro takes the ropes and she begins to ascend up to the top rope! BRAE is still unmoving, and Mia is ready to take advantage of this! She points down…
Jake Mercer: AND LEAPS FROM THE TOP! ‘CHASE THE FEELING!’ DIVING LEGDROP, AS HER LEG CRUSHES—NO! BRAE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! AND SANTORO’S SPINE NEARLY COMPRESSED ITSELF OFF IMPACT WITH THE CANVAS! Santoro rolls over, kicking her legs on the canvas in agony. She bangs her fist on the mat, trying to get up, but the pain in her body is just way too much!
Stew-O: BRAE crawls to the ropes, falling against them. Santoro is still down on the canvas, and he slowly brings himself up to his feet. Santoro slowly pushes up to her feet, but she falls over again. BRAE shakes his head, and he waits for Santoro to rise to her feet.
Jake Mercer: She turns around… ‘MORRIGAN!’ BRAE WITH THE BICYCLE KICK TO THE JAW! SANTORO IS DOWN AND OUT! BRAE DROPS DOWN, HOOKING THE LEGS!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: THE REFEREE GETS PULLED OUT OF THE RING! WHAT THE HELL?! IT’S AHREN FOURNIER! HE JUST SNATCHED THE REF OUT OF THE RING!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE stands up, and he sees Fournier outside the ring! He’s shouting at him!
BRAE: (off-mic) THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU?! BRING—
Jake Mercer: BRAE turns around and sees Jamie on the apron trying to get in the ring! He runs forward, knocking her off the apron! BRAE turns around…
Stew-O: ‘PROTECT YA NECK!’ CLOTHESLINE FROM EFFY MCAVOY! SHE THREW HER ENTIRE BODY INTO THAT! EFFY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING! AHREN IS ARGUING WITH THE REF OUTSIDE THE RING, BUT EFFY WHISTLES IN HIS DIRECTION!
Jake Mercer: The referee turns in confusion, he doesn’t know what the hell is going on! Everyone is down! Santoro quickly scrambles out of the ring, climbing up top! She makes her way up, and leaps off the top! ‘CHASE THE FEELING!’ LEGDROP TO BRAE! SANTORO HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, MIIIAAAAAA!! SSSAANNNTTTOOORRRROOOOO!!!
(Santoro rolls off of BRAE, throwing her arms up in elation. Jamie rolls in, helping Santoro up to her feet. She takes her arm and raises it up to the dismay of the fans.)
Stew-O: Mia Santoro steals a win over the Interwire Championship thanks to the interference of Effy McAvoy, and BRAE is still reeling from that loss!
Jake Mercer: BRAE had Santoro beat, only for Effy to show up and make a statement at his expense!
(Mia and Jamie roll out of the ring, laughing as they back up the ramp, while the referee tends to BRAE… he tries to get up to his feet, but Effy slides in with the Interwire Championship and bashes it into the skull of BRAE! He falls to the ground, laid out in the center of the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: That was just uncalled for! Effy has laid BRAE out and she holds that Interwire Championship in her hands!
(The closing shot is Effy and Ahren standing over BRAE’s fallen body as McAvoy raises the Interwire Championship over him.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday, where BRAE defends the EAW Interwire Championship against Effy McAvoy.)
(Returning from commercials, David Gideon Smith is by his lonesome, leaning against the nearest wall. He has his gaze lowered, as though he was thinking about something—until he picks up on the sound of footsteps.)
David Gideon Smith: Hm?
(When he lifts his gaze up, he catches sight of the person who’s walking by.)
Holly Arrow: Don’t worry, I don’t care to get in your way. Not yet, anyhow.
(Holly eyes him up and down with a certain disdain behind her. David mirrors the same expression.)
David Gideon Smith: And just when I thought I would gain some semblance of peace around here…
Holly Arrow: Don’t we all? But like I said, I’m not interested in going back and forth with you, so you don’t need to whine. I rather save what I want to say to you for next weekend.
David Gideon Smith: Oh? If that is the case, then leave. No need for you to linger longer than you need to.
Holly Arrow: I will—but just so we’re clear? You don’t get to talk to me as though I’m some kind of child.
(David exhales. He pushes himself from the wall, looking right down at her.)
David Gideon Smith: I don’t see you as a child, Holly. I see you as nothing more than a fool. Big difference.
Holly Arrow: Oof. I can see why people see you as nothing more than a pretentious jackass, now. Despite everything you may say, David, you really are just another smug bastard. Only difference is that you’re not like some of the other egoists here who are completely vapid in the way they speak and handle themselves. Doesn’t make you less of a piece of shit, though.
David Gideon Smith: I’ve been called worse. But you know what I will be called when this is all said and done finally? A winner.
(He leans in closer.)
David Gideon Smith: Something that’s becoming foreign for you.
(Holly lets out a dry chuckle. However, before she can respond, Kirk Redwood comes walking by, sarcastically clapping his hands.)
Kirk Redwood: Wow. Cute speeches. Won’t make a world of a difference though—just like how it didn’t work for a certain someone.
(Both turn their heads, arching a brow at that statement.)
David Gideon Smith: Excuse me?
Kirk Redwood: I gotta say, maybe I should’ve taken you both out myself if I knew things were going to become this annoying, but it is what it is. The boss said whoever wins this match gets an opportunity, and I damn sure plan on making sure I’m the one who gets it.
(Holly cuts in.)
Holly Arrow: Wait, a minute… Taken us both out?
(And it connects.)
Holly Arrow: Ooooh, so you were the one that put him out of action.
(Kirk doesn’t even deny it. He grins.)
Kirk Redwood: Ding-fucking-ding. Right on the head. I wasn’t gonna let some spoiled, nepo baby to some overrated bitch try and press me, and sure enough, he found out the hard way what happens when you talk out of your ass like some know-it-all. Now he’s gotta sit at home and rehab while I get to kill two birds with one stone and move on from this kind of bullshit.
David Gideon Smith: Hm. I may not have liked Adam myself, but do you really think you’re intimidating anyone? In fact, do you really think this is going to ensure a win in your favor?
Kirk Redwood: Oh, please. With how many times we’ve crossed paths, do you two really think I’m here to be something I’m not? I’ve done my damndest to be better, but sometimes… well, people need to be reminded that my patience can only stretch far. And to be honest with you two..? It’s been getting real thin with you both.
Holly Arrow: So what? You’re gonna hurt us sooo bad, Kirk? You’re gonna make us pay and you’re finally gonna win the big one?
Kirk Redwood: You can mock. Go ahead. But you’re in no better position than me or anyone for that matter. Hell, I realized my own potential sooner than you did. As for the tall fuck over there, it’s been almost a year and this lame, mysterious brooder shit hasn’t been cutting it. Far as I’m concerned, you’re both beneath me.
David Gideon Smith: Tch. I can say the same thing for you two.
Holly Arrow: Really? Because you two have no real ground to stand on.
Kirk Redwood: I—
???: Ah, ah, ah—it’s already been a wild night! Don’t you three start!
(Tyrone Montgomery comes walking in, looking a bit irritated with everything that’s happened thus far.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Okay, I get it, you three dislike each other at this rate, but save it for next weekend, damn it! Matter of fact, go! Get out of here! Security is already stretched thin as is and I am not about to tire them out by having them break up another brawl!
(The three Elitists glare at one another… but they listen to the general manager. There’s a look they share that says “this isn’t over”. But they all go their separate ways.)
(Tyrone, hands on his hips, sighs.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Why can’t these go-home shows ever be normal…?
(And from there, the shot fades elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience responds with positive reception toward Winona Hendrickson. She looks toward the cried with a nod, exhaling deeply as Anna Wautier accompanies her with a smile, the two walking down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Washington, D.C, weighing in at 150 pounds… WINONAAAAAAA HENDRICKSON!!!
Stew-O: Winona has an increíble opportunity tonight to become a very sought after name, as she goes toe to toe with perhaps the most dangerous, and most decorated competitor to step into EAW. This has all of the makings for her to become a breakout star from a strong performance.
Flannery McCoy: This can absolutely become everything that she needs to get all of the eyes on her, and to face Methuselah this early into your career means you will have to delve deep into your register to prove that you belong in this capacity!
(“FINISH HIM” sounds over the speakers, as ‘Vent’ by Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the reactions from the audience are exceptionally loud. The arrival of Methuselah is soon witnessed once he emerges from the back, as he walks through the fog with his shades on display with confidence etched across his expression.)
Stephie Love: Introducing her opponent! Residing from the Ether, weighing in at 17 stone… ‘THE OVERMAN’, MEEEEEEEEEEEEETHUSELAH!!!
Stew-O: Certainly all the more of a threatening presence here, as this is a match for the Chairman to pursue ahead of an steadfast Iron Survivor to come. Methuselah will be taking on Winona here, who is looking to garner all of the momentum imaginable with this match against him.
Jake Mercer: Methuselah has made an example out of doing more than enough to widen the gap of what he’s accomplished in his career from nearly everyone in this sport, but that’s exactly why Winona can benefit the most from scoring a huge win against the Chairman! This match all rests over their shoulders here!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And here we go! Methuselah & Winona are set to do battle, with Anna Wautier accompanying Winona at ringside, as Winona emerges with all the more eyes placed upon the biggest test of her career! Now both of these elitists are glaring toward one another, the multi-time World Champion & Chairman beginning to emerge from his corner, with a grin on his face as the newcomer is more than inclined in emerging from her own corner here to focus on Methuselah—AS SHE RUSHES TOWARD HIM IN A HURRY!
Flannery McCoy: WINONA WITH A DROPKICK SENDS METHUSELAH STUMBLING BACK INTO THE CORNER!!! Winona is now emerging upward and rushing over to Methuselah, refusing to slow herself down as she understands that keeping this kept to a pace of which Methuselah will encourage more than anything cannot be the way to go! Winona sends forearm after forearm across the chest of Methuselah, not letting up here as the referee is counting down for all that it’s worth, as the urgency seems to be on display with Winona in this match’s beginnings!
Jake Mercer: ‘Till Methuselah sets a palm right across Winona’s jaw and shoves her away!!! Winona is able to stop herself as she slides right around & chases back after Methuselah—BUT A BACK ELBOW FROM METHUSELAH STOPS HER IN HER TRACKS!! She briefly drops to the canvas before staggering upward and against the corner, as Methuselah is on the prowl, refusing to give Winona an ounce of breathing room here while this match begins, with Winona left in the corner as the Chairman is now rushing himself toward Winona!
Stew-O: AS HE SENDS A STIFF FOREARM ACROSS HER JAW!!!! And now Methuselah is ensuring that each precise forearm is connecting flush across her jaw, no room left for Winona to try & find her way through the pressure as the referee is proceeding to count away from here! Methuselah is not restraining himself by any measure as this count is continuing, with Methuselah only halting just before the five count was about to be made by the referee! Winona is in trouble, and this can turn for the worst!
Flannery McCoy: This does not seem to be panning out well enough from here, as Methuselah is rushing toward the opposite corner—BUT WINONA FOLLOWS HIM INTO THE CORNER & NAILS A LEAPING BACK ELBOW THAT DAZES METHUSELAH WITH PRECISION FROM HERE!!! Methuselah is left in a staggered state against the corner, as Winona is now looking to mount all of the control in the world as she’s looking to continue from here, nodding to herself at a quickened pace as she rushes forward while Methuselah is slightly slumped down against the middle turnbuckle, then RUSHING BACK—
Jake Mercer: ANOTHER BACK ELBOW CONNECTS THERE!!!! Winona with the big boot of her own as she’s more than capable of keeping the Chairman at bay, refusing to slow herself down as she is continuously nodding, motioning herself upward & not looking to allow her opponent a shred of a breath the longer that this match can possibly continue, as she rushes toward the opposite corner & runs back toward him once again!!!
Stew-O: A RUNNING SHOTGUN DROPKICK!!! Methuselah is rocked further here as Winona has been capable of applying every bit of pressure that she can possibly throw directly at the man! Methuselah has not moved away from the corner, left in this weary position as Winona sees the trouble he’s placing him within! She’s dragging him away, looking to RUN THE ROPES & BACK WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT—
Flannery McCoy: SPINNING BACK FIST FROM THE CHAIRMAN CATCHES HENDRICKSON OFF GUARD IN AN INSTANT!!! Winona is rocked to her core as she drops down onto the canvas, with Methuselah dropping down as well in order to hook the leg after rebounding in the most striking way possible to garner control in this match!!! Anna is wide eyed as she believes this could be it!!!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH—
Jake Mercer: NO!!! NOT ENOUGH!!! Winona is able to kick out as Methuselah is now sitting himself upward, and he sports a grin on his face as he sees that Winona is showing all the fire that she can provide against the Chairman right now! Methuselah steadily rises, and he positions himself over Winona as he soon takes a sharp clump of her hair, and he tugs upward as he proceeds to send some nasty forearms across her cranium!! Winona needs to get herself out of here or it may be lights out!!
Stew-O: AS METHUSELAH RISES TO HIS FEET TO STOMP OVER HER FACE—BUT WINONA SHOOTS UPWARD WITH A FIERCE UPPERCUT! Methuselah is left staggering in place, yet he simply notions himself to remain standing as he shakes his own head, slight frustration to how Winona was able to counter him while looking to rise himself upward all the more from here, BUT WINONA IS UP TO HER OWN TWO FEET BEFORE HE COULD—
Flannery McCoy: BACKBREAKER IS ENOUGH TO FLOOR HIM!!! Methuselah was looking to get himself back on the rise but this ends up working against him as the spinning elbow drops him without avail!!! Winona rushes herself over to the Chairman & hooks the leg with a swiftness, refusing to restrain herself as the referee rushes himself over to make the count!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
T—
Jake Mercer: NOT EVEN THE TWO! METHUSELAH SHOVES HER OFF!! Winona immediately rolls herself upward, set behind Methuselah as the Chairman is not slowing himself down, steadily looking to motion herself upward as she’s preparing to drop him once more, as she’s motioning up toward the top turnbuckle while Methuselah is standing himself upward as HENDRICKSON DOESN’T SLOW DOWN BY LEAPING TOWARD HIM FROM ABOVE—
Stew-O: ‘SKYFALL’!!! THE FROG SPLASH LANDS ON METHUSELAH AS HE’S SENT DOWNWARD ONTO THE CANVAS!!! Winona doesn’t slow down, eagerly motioning over to Methuselah and turning him over as he hooks the leg, the referee is once again quick to hook the leg as this one can end right here!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T—
Flannery McCoy: AND THE TWO BARELY GOES THROUGH!! Methuselah is able to kick out as the referee signals that this one’s not over! Winona is vigorously nodding, having every single motive behind her to keep her bolstering all of the momentum ahead as she wants to keep Methuselah from regaining any semblance of control! Winona sees Methuselah, and she decides that there is a course of action needed to be made as she rushes the ropes, back toward the Chairman!
Jake Mercer: AND REELS METHUSELAH RIGHT INTO THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!! Methuselah is caught in this choke as Winona is trying to apply this submission as efficiently as she possibly can with how this can go! This is a position where she wants to do everything in her power to ensure there is no escape for Methuselah to usher in, trying to sink his weight onto him but Methuselah is refusing to keep himself down for all too long here!
Stew-O: AS METHUSELAH SLAMS WINONA INTO THE CORNER TO BREAK FREE IN AN INSTANT HERE!! An effort from Methuselah that succeeds as Winona is forced to let go, slumping down and into the mat as this is a struggle for her following the submission attempt! Methuselah is adjusting his jaw after the hold, rising up to a knee as he sees that Winona is kept at bay for the time being with how strenuous that slam into the turnbuckle felt!
Flannery McCoy: Methuselah now finds himself rising upward, as he is doing all that he can to ensure there is everything to this control he is regathering now that this is panning out for him! is trying to rise herself upward, refusing to set herself upward as the Chairman is dragging Winona into position, and he is looking to make the most out of this as he’s now HOISTING HER UPWARD & CONNECTS WITH METH-FX!!! Butterfly suplex is able to connect, yet Methuselah is maintaining the crutch that he has!
Jake Mercer: As he’s now dragging Winona upward, and he’s refusing to let go as this is going to pan out rather poorly for her here if she can’t get herself out of this hold that Methuselah has! The newcomer is in accelerated trouble here—AS METHUSELAH ALLOWS FOR A SECOND METH-FX TO TRANSPIRE HERE!! The struggle is becoming even more of a struggle for Winona, as Methuselah is only continuing to maintain all of this from here, hoisting her upward as HE SENDS HER THROUGH THE ROPES & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
Stew-O: Winona’s momentum halts once more, from being placed in a predicament she didn’t want to be in, yet… Methuselah seems to be brewing with his own ideas! He rolls himself out of the ring, and steadily treads himself around the corner as Winona is rising directly in front of the barricade at the corner! Methuselah sees his moment to put Winona down for good in this match as the referee is telling him to halt—BUT METHUSELAH IS MAKING THE RUN TOWARD HER!!!!
Jake Mercer: ANNA PULLS WINONA OUT OF THE WAY!!! OUT OF THE WAY AT THE NICK OF TIME!!! SHE EVADES DISASTER AS METHUSELAH GOES THROUGH THE BARRICADE!!!! The referee is wide eyed in his own right as he remains situated in the ring, forced to count down from here as Winona was able to take advantage by rushing out of the way in order to bring some measure of control onto her own side! The referee is counting down!
Stew-O: BUT LOOK! WINONA IS NOW STAGGERING OVER TO HIM!!!! It seems that Winona has no interest whatsoever in taking a potentially cheap win with a count out, she’s taking hold of Methuselah as she’s trying to drag him toward the ring with all of her energy vested within her! Winona does everything in her power to push Merhuselah back into the ring, right onto the apron & through the ropes as she is looking to do everything that she can in order to make this happen! Methuselah is stirring as well, still able to keep conscious through the pressure!
Flannery McCoy: ‘TILL WINONA POUNCES RIGHT ONTO METHUSELAH & APPLIES ELBOWS OVER HIS CHEST FROM BEHIND!!! LEAVING HIM IN A SEATED POSITION!!! Methuselah is not retorting, as Hendrickson is placing him through all of the struggle that he can possibly provide against him while Anna is continuing to cheer on Winona in this endeavor!
Jake Mercer: BUT METHUSELAH TURNS THE PRESSURE AROUND! HE’S SENDING A BLITZ OF FOREARMS INTO WINONA AS SHE’S NOW FORCED TO COVER UP IN HER OWN RIGHT AS THE REFEREE IS KEEPING A KEEN EYE RIGHT ABOUT NOW!!!
Stew-O: AS METHUSELAH THEN SHIFTS WINONA INTO A SWIFT O’CONNOR ROLL WITH THE REFEREE COUNTING AWAY!!!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE—
Stew-O: NO!!! SHE IS ABLE TO PUSH METHUSELAH OFF AS SHE RISES BACK TO HER FEET!!! Methuselah is clutching onto his own jaw here as Winona is now able to return back to a proper stance, looking to make the kick turnaround as Merhuselah is up to a knee and Winona doesn’t seem inclined on giving him the room to breathe, motioning for AN EMPHATIC ROUNDHOUSE ACROSS HIS TEMPLE—
Flannery McCoy: METHUSELAH DUCKS UNDER AS HENDRICKSON QUICKLY TURNS RIGHT BACK AROUND—INTO ANOTHER SPINNING BACK FIST FROM METHUSELAH!!! Winona is absolutely rocked by the back fist as she finds herself dazed, stirring in place as Methuselah has now garnered his own control in the match at a very crucial moment! Methuselah is now bringing himself upward while Winona is still looking to fight back with a SWING—
Jake Mercer: ‘DEMOLITION OUTTA NOWHERE’!!! JUMPING CUTTER FROM METHUSELAH PUTS Winona DOWN!!! Methuselah now finds himself motioning over to Winona, rolling her right over and draping herself over his opponent with the hook of the leg to follow up as well!! The referee slides to the count as this match may very well be just as good as done from here!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEE—
Stew-O: NO! STILL NOT ENOUGH!! WINONA KICKS OUT!!! Methuselah is slightly wide-eyed, the frustration is beginning to creep into this match ever so slowly as he understands that there is still more to be done in order to definitively secure the victory from this match! Winona is nodding her head, feeling the adrenaline continuously surge within her as she wants to bring herself up toward a position that can best aid her! This match is continuing as Winona looks to prove she can go toe to toe with the Chairman!
Flannery McCoy: Methuselah is ready! Winona is stirring as the Chairman doesn’t waste another moment motioning for the SPEAR—BUT HE’S CAUGHT!!! WINONA LEAPS UPWARD & METHUSELAH CRASHES INTO THE RING POST!!! Methuselah is left scrambling as he’s stirring, turning himself around as Winona has her opportunity to get back into POSSIBLY PUTTING HIM DOWN—
Jake Mercer: AS SHE SENDS A KNEE LIFT HIGH!!! Methuselah is staggered, as Winona is now dragging him over and looking to send the message as clearly as she possibly can by LOOKING FOR THE ‘PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS’—METHUSELAH HOISTS WINONA UPWARD WITH AN ALABAMA SLAM ONTO THE ROPES!!! WINONA IS STAGGERED!!!
Stew-O: As Winona is rising back up to her feet, refusing to stay down despite the trouble that her own skewed sight is being given as Methuselah stretches his arm outward, grimace building in his expression as he looks toward Winona—AND DOESN’T LINGER AS HE RUSHES FORWARD WITH THE SPEAR!!! The spear puts Winona down!!! Methuselah rolls himself over to her and hooks the leg with his more capable arm!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… METHUSELAHHHHHH!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Winona gave it absolutely everything, she put up an incredible performance that allowed her to show what she can do! But Methuselah—WHAT THE?!? LIMMY MONAGHAN IS HERE! HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND ENGAGES IN A FIGHT WITH THE CHAIRMAN! BOTH METHUSELAH & LIMMY ARE EXCHANGING THE RIGHTS WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT!!!
Jake Mercer: AND LOOK ALL ACROSS THE VENUE TONIGHT! REX MCALLISTER & CY HENDERSON ARE PLACING HEAVY EMPHASIS AGAINST EACH OTHER IN THE CROWD! THEY’VE BROKEN OUT INTO A BRAWL THROUGH THE AUDIENCE WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT!
Stew-O: AND DRAKE KING LEAPS INTO THE FRAY!!!! HE’S SENDING CLOBBERING STRIKES TO BOTH REX & CY AS SECURITY IS SPRAWLING ACROSS THE VENUE YET AGAIN!!! THIS DOESN’T END TILL IRON SURVIVOR DETERMINES A WINNER AT OPERATION: DOOMSDAY!
(As Anna is helping Winona upward, it’s too little too late when she notices two women slide into the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: ANNA IS LAID OUT BY JAMIE VALDEZ & MIA SANTORO!!!! C’MON! THEY’RE NOW KICKING DOWN UPON ANNA & WINONA AS THIS IS JUST CHAOS! SECURITY IS SPREADING ITSELF THIN TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL OF THE SITUATION TONIGHT!
(Anarchy has erupted across the arena, as security is trying to take control of every matter across the venue with plenty of heads mouthing off toward one another, refusing to give way as the scene fades.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday, where Michael Machina defends the EAW World Heavyweight Championship against Kassidy Heart.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area of the Jeunesse Arena, as the crowd here tonight in Rio De Janeiro is still getting loud after all the action that we’ve seen. There, Michael Belfort is seen with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face, taking a moment to let the scene set in before the Backstage Correspondent begins to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty, and what a show it has been so far! We are moments away from our main event tonight, seeing Cy Henderson go up against Kassidy Heart in a huge match. But right now, joining me tonight, is the man that everyone seemingly has their eye on, as he wears the top prize on this brand around his waist. Please welcome my guest at this time, The New Legend… Michael Machina!
(The crowd roars as the camera goes over to the stage to show Michael Machina as he’s seen making his way into the scene. He has the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, letting it gleam under the spotlight, as he takes a moment before responding to Belfort.)
Michael Machina: “Seemingly”? Let’s not sugarcoat things here. I think we all know exactly who’s got the big red X on his back around here.
(Machina smirks, clearly prideful of that, as Belfort nods his head in agreement.)
Michael Belfort: No lies told there. First, let’s talk about what happened last week. You were in yet another heated confrontation with EAW Hall of Famer Kassidy Heart, where both of you made it known, crystal clear, how you two felt about each other. You left it on a pretty demanding statement, one that definitely got under the skin of The Mauler. What do you think about that?
(Machina thinks back about what happened last week, and as he does, he can’t help but chuckle at it.)
Michael Machina: You know what I think about that? I couldn’t give less of a damn. Ever since she’s come back, Kassidy Heart has shouted to everyone that can hear that she’s “owed” something. Since she was gone for so long, she expected to have been inserted so easily back into the position that she was in before she got hurt. And the MOMENT she laid her eyes on me… I think she realized that was far from the case. That no matter her status, no matter how good she is, and no matter what she’s done, she has a hell of a way to go before she can get to the level of the Machine. And if you have a problem with that? Then you can take it up with me. But the truth is that she can’t take it up with me. Because she knows, deep down, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, that she can’t beat me. Not now, not ever.
Michael Belfort: Quite the statement to hold you to, Machina, especially considering we know just how good Kassidy Heart is. We know tonight she’s going to be facing the man that you beat for the World Heavyweight Championship, Cy Henderson. Cy, of course, along with four other people, has the potential to be your next challenger for the World Heavyweight Championship. Since you’re going to be out there tonight with the rest of them, how do you feel about it?
Michael Machina: I think it’s quite simple. No matter what happens, no matter if she beats Cy Henderson or not, it’s not going to make a difference. If there’s one thing that you need to know, it’s the fact that I am the brick wall here on Friday Night Dynasty. Anyone can get as far as they possibly can without touching this title, but as soon as they set their peripherals on me, they’re stopped dead in their tracks. Cy would know that firsthand, considering he’s the first person I took out of his shoes with a Bullet From Hell to start this journey in the first place. If he, or anyone else in that match, thinks that they have what it takes to beat me, then they are more than welcome to take the ultimate gamble and try and win that Iron Survivor match… but just know that it’s not gonna make a damn difference.
Michael Belfort: What do you expect to happen out there?
Michael Machina: I expect a whole lot of people trying to take my head off for everything that I’ve said and done. And I’m not going to come out to that ring to be passive. If they want smoke, then they are more than happy to try, but I’m a man who’s been pissed off more times than he can count the past couple of weeks, from being laid out to having his name dragged through the mud by a who’s who of washed up relics who think that they can be something more than what I’ve brought to the table. I wish, even for a goddamn second, that they could be on my level, but the fact that they aren’t means that there’s a whole lot more work to be done before Dynasty is better off without me. This place needs me; I am the MACHINE that keeps the wheels turning, while everyone else is a cog. If they think they’re more than that, then beat me.
Michael Belfort: Do you have any parting words before we get this main event underway?
Michael Machina: Yeah, I’ll tell this to Kassidy Heart. If she thinks for a second that she’s going to flip the script on everything that I’ve been working on this entire season, then you have a hell of a lot more coming to you than you’d expect. You might consider this your little homecoming, where they shower you in confetti and watch you raise that title above your head, with your little history-making moment, but I’m the one playing spoiler, because you’re going to walk out with none of that. I said from the moment that I stepped back onto Friday Night Dynasty that I’m not taking any prisoners. And if you think for a second that’s going to change because the golden girl stepped in, then you have a whole other thing coming to you.
Michael Belfort: Michael Machina, thank you for joining us.
(Machina nods his head as he turns around and makes his way out of the scene, making a beeline toward Gorilla Position. The last shot seen is Michael Belfort standing in his lonesome, as Friday Night Dynasty then begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Operation: Doomsday, featuring the Iron Survivor match.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MAIN EVENT MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(POV by Clipse ft. Tyler The Creator begins blaring through the speakers to a tremendous reaction as Cy Henderson saunters out onto the center stage with a focused look on his face. He tips his cap before making his way down the ramp…. locking eyes with his many foes at ringside. Methuselah, Limmy, Rex, and Drake King, his fellow Iron Survivor competitors, as well as Machina, the man who dethroned him and current World Heavyweight Champion. He rolls into the ring.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from New York City, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds… he is THE FORCE OF NATURE, CYYYYYYYYYYY! HEEEEEEEEEEEENDERSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Stew-O: To say this is not a safe match is one hell of an understatement! The sheer amount of talent and danger at ringside right now is remarkable, no wonder we have security on standby at ringside as well!
Flannery McCoy: We’ve seen this matchup before with Cy Henderson going up against Kassidy Heart; Cy was just returning relatively recently at the time and came up short against the Mauler, but this situation is the reverse of that!
Jake Mercer: With so many people at ringside, many of whom hate each other, I can’t imagine this’ll go well… at least Limmy is here!
(‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ by Beyoncé began blaring through the speakers to another tremendous reaction as Kassidy Heart confidently storms out from behind the curtains, with the cameras panning around getting a good view of her body. She struts down the ramp, pushing past the security forces straight to her Daddygawd, who she immediately locks lips with for good luck before rolling into the ring, completely ignoring the rest of the wrestlers at ringside.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 141 pounds… she is THE MAULER, KASSIDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!
Stew-O: It truly is amazing to have Kassidy back in active competition after her hiatus, and what a match for her to engage in this early on into 2026! A true legend versus legend match here!
Flannery McCoy: And with her upcoming World Heavyweight Championship match, she’ll be sure to put on a show for Machina at ringside! And a different type of show for Methuselah, probably!
Jake Mercer: These two had some HARSH words for each other this week, and now it’s time to see who can put up or shut up! Surrounded by main event talent, these two main eventers go head to head!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! The Force of Nature going up against a force of nature herself, the Mauler! This one is going to be something special with these icons clashing!
Flannery McCoy: Without a doubt, Cy Henderson has the height and weight advantage with nearly a foot and a hundred pounds, but that kind of disadvantage has never stopped the vicious Kassidy Heart from tearing her opponents to shreds!
Jake Mercer: Cy Henderson glowers down at her as he exits his corner and she does as well! He goes in to grapple her but Kassidy Heart zips past him and immediately spins around to latch on a rear waist lock! SHE’S COMING OUT THE GATES HOT WITH A SUDDEN SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX!
Stew-O: Wake up call for Cyclone after all the vitriol he spit her way, Kassidy was never going to take that type of trash talk sitting down! Cy immediately pops back to his feet, stumbling for a moment as Kassidy rushes forward and doubles down on the aggressive blitzkrieg of offense with a flying spinning heel kick right to the jaw of the Force of Nature!
Flannery McCoy: That wasn’t enough to knock Cy down, but it did cause him to stagger back right into the same corner he left in the first place, with Kassidy rushing forward and unleashing a HELLACIOUS ONSLAUGHT of body punches! She’s like a machine gun with those, giving tribute to her ‘Daddygawd’ who looks on with pride at ringside as she begins wearing Cy’s midsection down!
Jake Mercer: But Cy has had enough of the onslaught and pushes her back violently, causing her to fall onto her back! She rolls through it with a backroll, though, getting right back to her feet but– OH! CY HENDERSON REALLY HAS HAD ENOUGH AS HE RUSHES FORWARD AND FLATTENS HER WITH A THUNDEROUS SHOULDER BLOCK FROM OUT THE CORNER!
Stew-O: He just cut her momentum off immediately! That’s part of what makes the Force of Nature as dangerous as he is; normal wrestlers may panic when they get hit with that classic Kassidy fury, but he just reset the pace just how he likes it!
Flannery McCoy: Kassidy may have gotten knocked down with that shoulder block, but once again she’s quick to get back to her feet, still having avoided any majorly damaging moves– WOAH! DID CY HEAR ME?!
Jake Mercer: I THINK HE DID, FLANNERY! Kassidy was barely able to make it back to her feet before Cy grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her in before hoisting her up by the legs and PLANTING her with a spinebuster hard enough to shake the ring itself! Every member of the Iron Survivor Challenge match took notice of that as Cy glares at his opponent!
Stew-O: He doesn’t waste any time as he immediately connects with a heavy elbow smash right to the head of Kassidy! He knows damn well that’s her ultimate weak spot, and that was a strong targeted strike designed to really knock her silly! With the Mauler dazed, Cy is able to follow up!
Flannery McCoy: He drags her back to a standing position before grabbing her wrist and launching her towards the ropes with an Irish whip! Kassidy rushes and hits the ropes before rebounding and sprinting back towards Cy with faster speed, and the Force of Nature looks to double down on the head trauma as he brings his leg up, looking to connect with the big boot–
Jake Mercer: BUT KASSIDY! WOAH! SHE DROPS TO HER KNEES LIKE IT’S A NATURAL INSTINCT, SLIDING RIGHT UNDERNEATH THE BIG BOOT ATTEMPT! She pops right back up to her feet before Cy can even get his boot back on the ground and yanks the back of Cy’s head in for a knee smash!
Stew-O: That really rings Cy’s bell, causing him to stagger forward in a daze before Kassidy hits the ropes once again and rushes back at Cy, this time connecting with a front dropkick right to the back of the Force of Nature, toppling him down to the canvas face-first! Kassidy winks at Methuselah at ringside before jumping up and landing on the back of Cy!
Flannery McCoy: Oh, come on! A severe back rake with those sharpened nails of hers causes even the stoic Cy Henderson to yelp in pain! The referee is about to tell her off, but something tells him that would be a horrible idea! Kassidy pops back to her feet once again, hitting the ropes and rebounding before executing a slide on the canvas and connecting with the SIDE OF CY’S HEAD WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK!
Jake Mercer: It isn’t enough that Kassidy has an immense number of head injuries, now she’s spreading that like a virus over to the Force of Nature with that monstrous baseball slide dropkick! She flips Cy onto his back and hooks the leg off of that, looking to score the pinfall!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOO-
Stew-O: But an emphatic kickout by Cy Henderson keeps this match going! Drake King is laughing it up at ringside at Cy Henderson, hitting him with the same slow clap that we saw Methuselah give Limmy earlier tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Speaking of which, the wrestlers at ringside have been bickering, with Methuselah and Limmy especially barely able to keep it together, but they’re being kept far enough apart by the other wrestlers and the security team to keep things civil for the time being!
Jake Mercer: Machina has his arms crossed as he watches Kassidy intently, looking to get as much of an up close understanding as he can from this match! You’ve got to respect the focus of the New Legend, that’s for sure; he knows how much of a threat Kassidy is to his World Heavyweight Championship reign and he isn’t willing to let it end quite so soon!
Stew-O: Kassidy grits her teeth in frustration at Cy’s kickout! She rises back to her feet before stomping the spine of the Force of Nature and mounting his back! She reaches down and- CAMEL CLUTCH! Camel clutch is executed as she begins stretching the back of Cy Henderson, compressing his lungs underneath while she wrenches away at those muscles!
Flannery McCoy: Cy is gritting his teeth, trying to keep it together and fight through the pain as he reaches for those ropes! He’s clawing and clawing… AND HE MAKES IT! FINGER ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Kassidy glares as the referee counts… all the way to four, before she releases it!
Jake Mercer: She won’t risk a disqualification off of that! Kassidy decides to change tactics as she tries to drag Cy back up to a standing position! He’s cooperating as he gets to a kneel and starts to get back on his feet… OH! BUT A SUDDEN BURST FROM CY AS HE LIFTS KASSIDY OFF HER FEET AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY!
Stew-O: Kassidy barely has a moment to react before Cy staggers forward and dumps her onto the top rope, draping her across it before connecting with another elbow smash to the head to daze her! Cy takes a few steps back before rushing forward– BIG BOOT! BIG BOOT CONNECTS, BUT IT CONNECTS TO THE SIDE OF THE MAULER!
Flannery McCoy: What an innovative use of the environment! Damon Lazarus would be proud of that without a doubt! Drake has the smirk wiped off his face as he moves around the corner to get a better angle of what’s taking place… only to bump into Methuselah while he’s at it! Hoo boy, that’s not a combination you want if you’re trying to keep the peace!
Jake Mercer: The security guards try getting between them as an argument starts breaking out, but what can they do when Methuselah immediately threatens to fire them if they defy his will?! He literally shoves them out of the way as he begins ranting at Drake, and Drake ranting right back at him, each trying to talk over the other!
Stew-O: Limmy is getting frustrated by hearing it as well, trying to force his way over to butt in, and Rex is just shaking his head while it all happens! Back in the ring, Cy plucks Kassidy off the corner and gets her back on his shoulders before he shifts his hands and lifts her up even HIGHER! HE’S GOT HER UP WITH A MILITARY PRESS! IS HE GOING FOR THAT MILITARY PRESS POWERSLAM?!
Flannery McCoy: Uh… I… I don’t think he is, actually! He’s looking at the commotion out at ringside and turns towards it with Kassidy held up! I THINK HE’S ABOUT TO THROW HER OVER–
Jake Mercer: BUT KASSIDY USED HER ARMS AND LEGS TO TRAP BOTH OF CY’S ARMS AS HE TRIED! SHE PULLS CY OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH HER, AND THEY BOTH GO CRASHING OUT DOWN TO RINGSIDE, WITH CY KNOCKING INTO REX MCALLISTER AS HE DID!
Stew-O: Uh oh… Kassidy bumped into the back of Drake King on her end, which caused him to stumble forward and bump into Methuselah… which caused HIM to stumble back and bump into Limmy! And LIMMY BUMPED BACK INTO MACHINA!
Flannery McCoy: The referee’s eyes are widening as he realizes things are about to fall apart! The argument has turned into a straight up shouting match, particularly with Limmy and Methuselah butting heads and Rex starts yelling at Cy as he starts rising up!
Jake Mercer: Kassidy Heart rolls away only to stagger up right in front of Machina, who certainly didn’t appreciate the shove by proxy! Cy and Kassidy have both gotten into arguments of their own while Methuselah and Limmy look like they’re about to restart their brawl from earlier! Meanwhile, Drake King– OH, DRAKE KING!
Stew-O: DRAKE HAS HAD ENOUGH AS HE HOPS ONTO THE APRON AND DIVES OFF WITH A CROSSBODY AIMED AT BOTH METHUSELAH AND LIMMY! BUT THEY MOVE OUT OF THE WAY AND HE CRASHES INTO CY AND KASSIDY! THE REFEREE HAS HAD ENOUGH!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO-CONTES-
Stew-O: STEPHIE, I DON’T THINK THAT MATTERS NOW! BECAUSE METHUSELAH AND LIMMY HAVE BROKEN OUT INTO A BRAWL! AND CY HAS STARTED BEATING THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF DRAKE KING FOR THE CROSSBODY!
Flannery McCoy: KASSIDY TRIES TO GET A PIECE, TOO, BUT SHE GETS TURNED AROUND AND– BAM! HEAVY LARIAT BY THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION WHO IS TAKING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE A STATEMENT!
Jake Mercer: AND REX LEAPS ONTO THE BACK OF CY HENDERSON, BASHING HIM OVER THE HEAD BEFORE THROWING HIM BACK WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BUT DRAKE KING DIVES ONTO REX THE MOMENT HE FLIPS OVER, CONNECTING WITH JUDGEMENT DAY!
Stew-O: LIMMY JUST HIT METHUSELAH WITH THE DIVINE DEPARTURE!
Flannery McCoy: KASSIDY AND MACHINA ARE BRAWLING IT OUT NOW!
Jake Mercer: EVERYTHING HAS FALLEN APART! THE SECURITY IS TRYING TO PULL THEM APART, BUT THEY’RE TURNING INTO COLLATERAL DAMAGE! SECURITY GUARDS ARE DROPPING LIKE FLIES LEFT AND RIGHT!
Stew-O: IT’S AN OCEAN OF BODIES AT RINGSIDE AS MORE AND MORE SECURITY FLOOD IN TRYING TO PUT AN END TO THIS! THIS IS UTTER PANDEMONIUM! HOW IS THIS GOING TO BE RESOLVED?!
Flannery McCoy: THERE’S ONLY ONE PLACE IT CAN BE RESOLVED! OPERATION DOOMSDAY!
(The video feed lingers on the absolute chaos as every wrestler present at ringside tries to kill the other, all while getting separated by security guards until the feed fades to black.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)