(EAW Intro Plays)
(The scene opens with a sky shot of Las Vegas, Nevada. It then goes over the famous the famous Strip before it lands on the incredible Sphere that is lit up with EAW Elitists like Adam Lucas, Drake Armstrong, Minerva, Joso, Limmy Monaghan, Methuselah, Jake Smith w/ Caroline, Daryl Kinkade, Clayton Golde, Silas World, Fire & Ice, amongst others. A familiar face comes out and stands in a well-lit festive Christmas area.)
Narrator: Tonight, the desert glows brighter than ever!
(The footage turns again to a decorated Las Vegas, then it switches to multiple angles and footage of all the EAW Elitists and basically a rundown of the season with so many in action.)
Narrator: Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada the city built on sin, spectacle, and second chances, where the neon never sleeps and neither do grudges. On this sacred night of celebration, EAW turns the Strip into a battleground and tradition into destiny on this Happy Holiday season!
(It transitions to Daryl Kindade holding up the National Elite Championship while Damien Kutcher points to himself after winning the Unique Opportunity. It then shows Clayton Golde with his newly won New Breed Championship, and then Nick looking serious while eating chips. Tonight, the desert glows brighter than ever.
Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada — the city built on sin, spectacle, and second chances — where the neon never sleeps and neither do grudges. On this sacred night of celebration, EAW turns the Strip into a battleground and tradition into destiny.)
Narrator: This is not just another show. This is EAW’s Annual Christmas Event, it is THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS!
(It then transitions to Methuselah with a smile on his face, then it changes to Jake Smith who looks ready to fight with Caroline standing behind him. It then switches to Harper Lee kissing Donovan Duke with Silas Mason standing in the background, then it changes to the Unified Tag Team Champions, Fire & Ice, Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts standing together.)
Narrator: From the shimmer of the Las Vegas skyline to the roar of a sold-out Sphere, every spotlight shines on the stars of the EAW. Old rivalries resurface like the three ghosts under holiday lights. New legends are forged where fortunes are won, lost, and stolen in the blink of an eye. Tonight, the bells don’t ring for joy… they ring for war.
(It changes to Joso raising his arms in the air, then switches to Limmy Monaghan shooting with a Pistol hand gesture, then it shows Minerva with an evil smirk on her face and red eyes, twirling a black rose flanked by Danella Atlas and Selina Reyes also known as ToXXXin. Finally, it has Drake Armstrong all smug in his presence, posing, then it switches to the EAW World Champion, Adam Lucas with the title around his waist holding it up high.)
Narrator: There will be no hiding in the city of illusion. No miracles without sacrifice. No peace without pain. So, gather close, this is Elite Answers Wrestling. The Festival of Lights and it starts… RIGHT NOW!
(The final shot is the narrator standing in front of The Sphere as it is decorated with the EAW Festival of Lights Logo and poster.)
???: AND NOW STAKE AND THE LAS VEGAS SPHERE IN CONJUNCTION WITH EAW PRESENTS….. THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS!!!
(The scene opens in the Sphere as the sold out crowd stands cheering loudly. The entire place is decorated in holiday décor before the fireworks go off. “Twice” by Doughnut plays throughout the sphere as the camera pans to the announce team tonight of Stew-O, Persephone, and Gavin Kirkland.)
Stew-O: HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! MY NAME IS STEW-O REPRESENTING DYNASTY! AND I AM JOINED BY GAVIN KIRKLAND REPRESENTING SHOWDOWN AND PERSEPHONE REPRESENTING VOLTAGE! AND AFTER AN INCREDIBLE ROAD TO REDEMPTION WHERE WE HAD SOME TITLE CHANGES AND MEMORABLE MOMENTS, WE CLOSE OUT 2025 AND HEAD INTO 2026 WITH THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS IN THE BEAUTIFUL SPHERE! WHAT A CARD WE HAVE TONIGHT ALL TOPPED OFF WITH ADAM LUCAS DEFENDING THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST THE KING OF ELITE, DRAKE ARMSTRONG!
Gavin Kirkland: TALK ABOUT A MAIN EVENT, BUT THE ONE I CANNOT WAIT FOR IS MY GOTH QUEEN, MINERVA AND TOXXXIN AS SHE FACE LIMOMMY MONA_HAN AND JOSO! THAT IS GOING TO BE AMAZING! BUT WE ALSO HAVE TWO OTHER TITLE DEFENSES, NEW CHAMPIONS CLAYTON GOLDE AND DARYL KINKADE DEFEND THEIR CHAMPIONSHIPS!
Persephone: Do I need to yell? Sure…. AND WE ALSO HAVE METHUSELAH TAKING ON JAKE SMITH WITH CAROLINE, THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS WHO I HOPE THEY GET COAL FOR CHRISTMAS FROM SANTA TAKE ON MOM AND DAD COUPLE OF DONOVAN DUKE AND HARPER LEE!
Stew-O: WE ALSO HAVE ALL THE AWARDS TO GIVE OUT FOR THE END OF THE YEAR! SO WHY WASTE ANY TIME!? LET’S TAKE IT TO SHOWDOWN’S EVE AND DYNASTY’S JAKE MERCER AS THE AWARDS KICK OFF THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS! TAKE IT AWAY BELLA BRAXTON!
(The scene switches.)
(Bella Braxton is standing in the center of the stage with a microphone in her hand.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME YOUR HOSTS FOR TONIGHT’S AWARDS SHOW… EVE AND JAKE MERCER!!!
(Jake Mercer and Eve walk out, arm-in-arm, with microphones. They wave to the crowd and flash their smiles and it’s Eve who goes to speak first.)
Eve: What’s up Vegas???
(The crowd screams and Eve turns to Jake.)
Jake Mercer: Tonight is going to be special. I can feel it in the air! The year end awards, presented to you by the Academy of Wrestling Arts and Sciences, highlight the hard work and memorable moments brought to you by our incredibly talented Elitists for 2025.
Eve: And tonight we’re not going to waste any time. We’re going to kick things off tonight with the award for… FEMALE ELITIST OF THE YEAR!!!
Jake Mercer: And the nominees are…
(The crowd quiets down as the nominees flash across the screen.)
(VEENA ADAMS)
(MILLI BANKS)
(BEA VALENTINE)
(MINERVA)
(MS. EXTREME)
(DR. BETHANY BLUE)
(HARPER LEE)
(Eve, who is handed a gold envelope by a handsome young man dressed in a tuxedo, grins as she starts to undo the flap.)
Eve: Your winner and the 2025 Female Elitist of the Year is……
Jake Mercer: VEENA ADAMS!!!
(The crowd loves this as ‘7 Rings’ by Ariana Grande hits and the Answers World Champion struts out on stage.)
Eve: Tonight, Veena is not only accepting her first ever Female Elitist of the Year Award, she will also be accepting the award for Answers World Champion of the Year and Feud of the Year for the instrumental part she played in Showdown versus Silas World. Congratulations, Veena!
(A beautiful woman sets three gorgeous awards down on the podium as Veena steps up and adjusts the microphone. She looks pretty good despite the absolute hell she went through the week prior inside of the Extreme Elimination Chamber.)
Veena Adams: So like, I’m not about to come out here and act like all humble and stuff because aha! I literally deserve all these awards and like more! After the literal shitshow that has been Uggo World and all the charity work I’ve been doing the last three seasons or whatever, this is so deserved and honestly, I’m so not even shocked!
(Veena pops her gum loudly into the microphone and twirls a strand of platinum hair around a perfectly manicured finger.)
Veena Adams: Despite being more than deserving of winning Female Elitist of the Year, I have to say that like four years ago, I would have like never even thought this would be in my future. I mean, who actually believed in me other than me and my sweet Charlie Bear??? Don’t act like y’all did, because you didn’t, and I so can not even be salty about that because a girl was down bad. I knew that I wanted to become a champion, and I knew that I could like do it and stuff, but I guess I just needed a push in the right direction or something. I got that push, made a choice, and I mean, it’s kinda been the right one don’t you think??
(The fans agree. Veena pops another bubble and grins.)
Veena Adams: The road to get here hasn’t been easy but it has been super memorable! I’ve been so annoyed over like everything 95% of the time, but I guess that builds character or something. Either way, I’m the greatest Female Elitist of 2025, and that is gunna extend well into 2026 and beyond! So many people, namely Donny and his merry band of uglies, have tried to stand in my way and tear me down, but like no? That’s literally not gunna happen! As for being the Answers World Champion of the Year? As if anyone was gunna vote for Donny :mjlol:!!!! L-O-L!!!! Feud of the Year? More like ‘Headache of the Year’, and I’m literally so sure it isn’t over yet! But for now, I am totally gunna bask in my own glory and revel in the fact that ya girl is STILL the Answers World Champion despite the fuck shit that happened inside the chamber!
(Veena shakes her head, but she’s still smiling.)
Veena Adams: Shout out to my love and the NEW Universal Women’s Champion… MILLI BANKS!!! Love her to pieces! Thanks to everyone who’s been on this super wild ride with me and like Happy Holidays and stuff!!!
(Veena holds up her Female Elitist of the Year award with one hand and the Answers World Championship with the other! The fans erupt and as she goes to walk off, a smirk crosses her face. Her blue eyes glitter with mischievous intent and she leans towards the microphone.)
Veena Adams: And fuck you Donovan Duke, you short piece of shit!
(Veena’s theme hits once again and she gathers her other two trophies. She soaks up the moment before leaving the stage and Festival of Lights fades into a commercial break.)
(A promotional ad for Better Help plays showing Donovan Duke’s meltdown upon being eliminated from the Extreme Elimination Chamber. We are reminded of how important mental health is and how the privacy of online therapy can help even the most damaged minds.)
(Festival of Lights returns to the stage. This time Eve and Jake are at the podium.)
Eve: Before we watch Clayton Golde defend his newly won New Breed Championship against hot newcomer NICK. let’s hand out another award!
Jake Mercer: The nominees for ‘Rookie of the Year’ are…
(KAI RABEAUX)
(AKARI KIYOKO)
(EFFY MCAVOY)
(CLAYTON GOLDE)
(The fans quiet down after the nominees are revealed and wait patiently to see who wins.)
Jake Mercer: And the award goes too…
Eve: KAI RABEAUX!!!
(‘Burn in My Light’ by Mercy Drive hits to a rather mixed reaction for once. The fans clearly don’t care for the talented 24/7 Contract winner, but they can’t deny that last week he ended up as the latest victim of the Drake Armstrong/Hans Grayson rivalry.)
Jake Mercer: In addition to ‘Rookie of the Year’, Kai will also take home the award for ‘Next Up’! Congrats to Mr. 24/7!
(Kai acknowledges Jake, looks down at his two awards, and just shakes his head.)
Kai Rabeaux: It’s been a rather… eventful six months, I must say, and quite frankly, I’m not surprised to be standing here. Off the top of my head, I can’t think of another Elitist who’s started their career quite like I have and frankly, I don’t plan to slow down. Road to Redemption was rather unfortunate. What else can I possibly say? Things were bound to boil over for my two colleagues and it happened at the worst possible time. Needless to say, I’m not too thrilled with Drake nor Hans at the moment, but as this year comes to an end, so shall the history the three of us shared.
(Kai scowls, but after a moment, his expression softens. He starts to talk about his favorite subject; himself.)
Kai Rabeaux: Perhaps I expected to win the 24/7 Contract back at Pain for Pride and I most certainly expected to win War Games, but having all of it come to fruition in such spectacular fashion is something I won’t be forgetting. I know that the majority of you wish to know the plans I have for the 24/7 Contract, both those plans are for me and me alone to know and ponder. Being awarded ‘Next Up’ is fitting considering the power that I currently hold in my hands. It’s truly the culmination of everything I have achieved this year and the momentum I am carrying into 2026 goes without saying. I plan to mark my ascent through the ranks in this company in a manner only I can achieve. It will be paved in gold and be but the first step in securing me the status of the greatest this company has ever seen.
(The arrogance in Kai’s voice caused him to lose whatever small amount of goodwill the crowd was willing to show him. They start to jeer, but the stoic Kai does not allow his demeanor to change. He squares his shoulders and looks down at his awards.)
Kai Rabeaux: ‘Rookie of the Year’ and ‘Next Up’ are the prelude to the greatness I plan to achieve here. They are the first two awards I shall display, only to be followed by many, many more in the years to come. I am not one to make resolutions for the upcoming year, but it goes without saying that my name will be the one people say. My face will be the one people continue to see. Winning a championship is inevitable; as it is not a matter of ‘if’, it is ‘when’. I believe I know the answer to that, so fret not. Soon enough the star that is Kai Rabeaux will grow brighter, and situations like the one at Road to Redemption will no longer matter. Take a good look at me, EAW Universe.
(Kai steps back from the podium and gestures towards himself, much to the disgust of the crowd.)
Kai Rabeaux: I am the prototype of what greatness is supposed to look like.
(On that note, Kai takes his awards, and nods his head at them. He is pleased with himself and rather smug. He holds up the awards and allows the crowd to boo him off the stage and finally, the scene cuts down to ringside.)
(The first match graphic of the night flashes across the screen.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Betty (Get Money)’ by Yung Gravy hits. Clayton Golde steps out, phone already streaming, designer hoodie pristine, smirking at the hard cam. He points to his title belt on his shoulder, then to the crowd, mouthing “watch this.” as a sparkle of pyro comes raining down like a waterfall.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING THE CHAMPION! FROM ROMANIA! WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS! HE IS THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION! CLAYTONNNNN GOLLLLLLDE!
Stew-O: Here we go! Clayton Golde is looking to defend his New Breed Championship for the first time against the ferocious newcomer NICK, and of course, he’s already streaming it.
Gavin Kirkland: Smart strategy, keeping your brand active even in the ring. I think we can learn a thing or two when it comes to our new Champion! He’s already ahead of his time.
Persephone: This is already exhausting. These massive egos in EAW are already a pain in the ass, and I’ll accept maybe the World Champions just a little bit. But hearing Clayton Golde yapping? Oh god, kill me.
(“Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae blasts. NICK storms out, with no flashy entrances, but with raw intensity, cracking his knuckles and locking eyes with Clayton in the ring. He isn’t here to play games, but he is ready to knock somebody out.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN! WEIGHING IN AT 250 POUNDS! HE! IS! NICK!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK hasn’t been here for long but he is already making an impact! People are already talking about him on social media and backstage! He might be the fastest rising star in EAW!
Persephone: We give that title to everybody! Let’s see if he can actually back it up by beating the breaks off of Clayton over here.
Stew-O: If anyone has what it takes, I’m sure it’s going to be NICK. With that look in his eyes, even our Champion is getting nervous about his chances here.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: The match is underway, and NICK immediately charges forward! He’s not wasting any time! Clayton tries to circle away, but NICK cuts off the ring! NICK with a JAB that snaps Clayton’s head back! Another JAB! Clayton covers up! NICK fires a RIGHT HOOK to the body! You can hear that impact echo through the arena! Clayton tries to create space! He hits the ropes but NICK catches him with a RUNNING BIG BOOT! Clayton just got folded in half and now crawling against the turnbuckles!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK’s not letting him breathe! He grabs Clayton by the hair— KNEE TO THE GUT! The air just left the champion’s lungs! Clayton collapses to the mat, clutching his ribs! NICK stands over him, methodical, waiting for him to rise! Clayton uses the ropes to pull himself up! NICK charges— Clayton drops down! NICK tumbles over the top rope to the apron! Clayton springs up, he cracks NICK with a KNEE LIFT! NICK’s head snaps back! Clayton yanked NICK back into the ring!
Stew-O: Clayton maintains control, he hoists NICK up— FIREMAN’S CARRY BACKBREAKER! He drops him across his knee! Clayton going over and grabbing his phone! It seems like he can’t go 5 minutes without it. He is streaming himself dropping repeated STANDING ELBOW DROPS! He calls that the GOLDE RUSH! NICK’s taking a beating while Clayton is making content out of his pain!
Persephone: Clayton has got to be in the Top 5 most insufferable people in this company and that’s a pretty hard list to climb. Tell him to put the phone away and actually do something interesting.
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton seems to be taking your advice Persephone, drags NICK up and HITS A SNAP SUPLEX! He floats over into a cover!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Stew-O: NICK powers out! A powerful kick pitch, he nearly shoved Clayton halfway across the ring! The champion’s eyes went wide, I don’t think he expected that much strength from NICK!
Persephone: White boy is a lot stronger then he looks, guess he added an extra chicken breast to his meal.
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton’s back on him though! He’s got NICK’s arm— BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! He bridges into it!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK gets the shoulder up once again! Clayton’s not arguing with the referee, surprisingly. He’s just staying on him and you got to chalk that up to Champion instinct. I mean, since winning that Championship he has been a lot more aggressive and been able to keep a tight hold of the match up.
Persephone: Champion instinct? Alright we are just making shit up now, what dumbass would get offended and then immediately let it go? That’s just common sense. Besides he’s been champion literally a week you idiot.
Stew-O: Clayton’s got NICK in the corner, he’s unloading with SHOULDER THRUSTS! One after another! NICK’s getting his stomach pushed in more and more from the impact! The referee tries to step in and warn him— Clayton backs off at FOUR! Then charges right back in— LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! NICK slowly drops to the mat as the Champion stays in control! Clayton’s feeling himself now, not like he never stops. He’s climbing up top, NICK’s stirring back to his feet— CLAYTON WITH THE DIVING CROSSBODY!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK catches him! OVERHEAD TOSS THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING! The Champion landed hard! NICK’s got momentum now! He’s stalking Clayton, who’s crawling toward the ropes— NICK grabs his ankle and DRAGGING HIM BACK TO CENTER! NICK’s got him up! He’s got him in a front headlock— he’s got those HAMMER AND ANVIL ELBOWS! Sharp shots to the temple! Clayton’s rocked! You can see the disorientation in his eyes!
Stew-O: NICK whips Clayton into the ropes! He rebounds and gets caught with a SPINNING BACK ELBOW! Clayton drops hard! NICK’s not done! He’s got Clayton up and he’s got him in position— TIGER SUPLEX! He bridges!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THR—
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton kicks out! But NICK’s showing his power game now! He’s dragging Clayton up in a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! He drops him right on his neck! That impact was sickening!
Persephone: A neck that presumably holds up that hollow head. One can only hope for permanent damage. Can you imagine? I might tune into that stream.
Stew-O: NICK’s got Clayton in the corner—he’s got those MOUNTED PUNCHES! The referee’s counting him off—NICK breaks at four, but immediately comes back with a RUNNING European uppercut! Clayton slumps in the corner! NICK’s measuring him! He charges— RUNNING CORNER CLOTHESLINE! ANOTHER! He’s just teeing off! The crowd is on their feet! NICK hoists Clayton up! He’s got him in position! He’s going for that DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! ‘BITCH MADE’—
Gavin Kirkland: NO! Clayton fights out with elbows to the head! He shoves NICK away! Clayton hits the ropes— NICK catches him with a BODY BLOCK! Clayton just got ran through! NICK’s got Clayton up and he’s got him positioned, he’s looking for the VERTICAL SUPLEX! Clayton kicks his legs! He’s fighting it— he slips down the back! Clayton shoves NICK toward the ropes! NICK rebounds— CLAYTON WITH A STUN GUN! NICK’s throat just met the top rope! He drops to the mat, gasping for air! Clayton goes over and gets NICK draped over the middle rope! He’s got him positioned and he’s stomping across his back!
Stew-O: Repeated stomps! The referee’s warning him! Clayton backs off once again at four and grabbing at his hair, he’s frustrated! He knows NICK is a different level of challenge! Maybe one that he had an insufficient amount of time to prepare for. Either way, it isn’t stopping him from beating his opponents ass. Clayton’s got NICK positioned on the apron, he’s setting up for the GUILLOTINE LEG DROP— NICK MOVES! Clayton crashes and burns on the apron! NICK’s up and drags him back into the ring with a headlock! He’s got Clayton, he gets him up— he’s looking for the URANAGE!
Gavin Kirkland: The Champion swings with an elbow— NICK ducks underneath it! Catching him once again and finally HITS THE URANAGE! LIFTING HIM HIGH AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN! What a counter! NICK just planted the champion with that Uranage! Clayton’s down but NICK isn’t covering! He’s stalking him, waiting for him to rise, circling like a shark that smells blood in the water!
Stew-O: Clayton’s using the ropes to pull himself up, clearly favoring his lower back after that impact! NICK charges forward but the referee steps between them to check on Clayton! The champion waves him off, that toxic masculinity is not letting him accept help! NICK’s not waiting for permission! He grabs Clayton from behind hitting him with a GERMAN SUPLEX! He held on and got him bridged! The referee slides into position!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THR—
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton kicks out! But NICK maintains that waistlock and he’s dragging the champion up again— ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! That one was even more brutal than the last!
Persephone: The champion’s spine must look like a question mark by now. Which is fitting, given his questionable life choices.
Stew-O: NICK’s breaking down of Clayton is beautiful to watch for this Las Vegas crowd! He’s got the champion up again and he’s positioning him! He’s looking for the TIGER SUPLEX AGAIN— Clayton blocks it with a knee to NICK’s ribs! He shoves the challenger back and Clayton hits the ropes but NICK catches him with a SPINNING BACKFIST out of nowhere! Clayton drops to a knee! NICK’s got Clayton up and he’s dragging him to the corner— he’s got those KNEE STRIKES to the gut! Each one sounds like a sledgehammer smacking on bricks! Clayton’s gasping for air!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK hoists Clayton up and he’s got him on the top turnbuckle! He’s climbing with him, what’s he planning here? He could be looking for a suplex to end the match right here and now— NOPE! Clayton’s fighting it! He’s got his legs hooked around the turnbuckle post! NICK’s trying to pry him loose! NICK gives up on the suplex, he transitions and he’s got Clayton! HE’S GOING FOR THE SUPER ‘BITCH MADE’! THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE—
Stew-O: CLAYTON FIGHTS OUT! He shoves NICK off the turnbuckle! NICK falls to the mat! Clayton’s perched he’s going for an aerial move while the Challenger is down— WHICH ISN’T LONG! NICK HOPPING UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND CATCHES HIM! HURRICANRANA FROM THE SECOND ROPE! CLAYTON’S LANDING HEAD FIRST ON THE MAT!
Persephone: If Clayton had a brain, I’m sure that would give him a concussion. Wait, can you get brain damage twice? Who knows, I’m not a doctor.
Gavin Kirkland: NICK’s quickly crawling towards the Champion! He got him positioned, dazed and confused, he’s got him locked in— ‘SECTION 8’! THE KATAHAJIME! HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN TIGHT! CLAYTON’S IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! HE’S REACHING! BUT HE CAN’T REACH! HE CAN BARELY TOUCH THE ROPE WITH HIS HAND
Persephone: Just tap already please, you’ve been Champion a week too long.
(…)
Stew-O: WAIT! CLAYTON’S GOT HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! GOLDE BEING SAVED BY HIS FOOT! WE SAW IT ON HIS EYES THAT HE WANTED TO TAP OUT! NICK releases the hold, NICK can’t believe it! The look on his face is pure fury! He was so close to securing the New Breed Championship. Clayton is smirking, I think of relief that he managed to get his foot on the ropes. This match goes on and Clayton is still champion.
Persephone: Which is really unfortunate for me, and anyone else watching at home. Whoever scheduled this match needs to be put on the naughty list.
Gavin Kirkland: Well NICK did win the ‘Unique Opportunity’ that granted him this. NICK’s got him up once again and he’s got him positioned on his shoulders! He’s going for the ‘BITCH MADE’! THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER— BUT CLAYTON COUNTERS WITH A KNEE TO THE HEAD! Clayton slides off got NICK— HE’S GOING FOR THE SUPERKICK! BUT NICK CATCHES HIS LEG! He spins him around! HE’S GOING FOR THE ‘3 THE HARD WAY’—
Gavin Kirkland: CLAYTON SHOVES HIM OFF! He hits the ropes— NICK CATCHES HIM WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Clayton’s head snapped back! He drops! NICK’s got Clayton up and he’s looking for the URANAGE— Clayton blocks it with a rake to the eyes! THE REFEREE DIDN’T SEE IT! Clayton just blatantly cheated! He’s got NICK positioned and he’s going for the URANAGE NOW! He hits it! He drives NICK into the mat!
(Clayton once again grabs his phone and continues to stream, showing NICK on the ground and continuing to taunt his opponent. He laughs at him, as he interacts with his viewers!)
Stew-O: NICK’s stirring! He sees the phone and he sees red! He’s up and he charges— CLAYTON DROPS THE PHONE! NICK CATCHES HIM WITH A RUNNING FOREARM SMASH! Clayton just got put on his back! NICK’s got Clayton back up to his feet and he’s looking for the BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX— HEADBUTT TO THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE! CLAYTON THROWING A STRIKE OF HIS OWN TO THE CHEST! NICK stumbles back, grabbing his chest! NICK comes back with one of his own! Sending Clayton backwards! Clayton grabs NICK’s shoulder, another hard hitting strike to the chest! NICK returns the strike once again! Now Clayton! NICK! CLAYTON! NICK! CLAYTON! NICK!
Persephone: For the love of god! Can one of them just get a brain aneurysm? This is getting excruciating to watch and to make matters worse. There are still matches after this!
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton throws a CHEST KICK— NICK absorbs it and fires back with a FOREARM SMASH that spins Clayton around! NICK grabs the wrist, he’s got him— SHORT-ARM KNEE TO THE RIBS! Clayton doubles over! NICK isn’t letting up! He grabs Clayton by the hair and he runs him face-first into the turnbuckle! Clayton’s head snaps back! NICK grabs him from behind and RELEASES GERMAN SUPLEX! Clayton flies across the ring and lands in a heap! Clatyon’s got a wild look in his eyes as he’s rolling to the apron! Trying to get some breathing room for the first time since the opening bell.
Stew-O: NICK grabs him and drags him back into the ring, trying to pick up Clayton— CLAYTON WITH A SUPERKICK! NICK staggers back! Clayton grabs NICK up and he’s dragging him over to the corner! He’s setting him up on the top rope! Clayton slowly climbs up with him and he’s going for a SUPERPLEX!
Gavin Kirkland: NICK fights it! He’s got Clayton’s arm trapped and he’s hammering elbows into the champion’s ribs! Clayton releases his grip! NICK shoves him off the top! Clayton crashes to the mat! NICK DIVES WITH A HEADBUTT! NICK JUST DROVE HIS HEAD INTO CLAYTON’S CHEST! The champion is gasping for air! NICK drags himself up! He grabs Clayton and he’s setting him up for a POWERBOMB— NAILS HIM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! GOING FOR THE PIN!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THREE— !!!
Stew-O: CLAYTON WITH A SHOULDER UP ONCE AGAIN! What a vicious powerbomb but that isn’t going to be enough to keep Clayton down! NICK came in with a goal and he’s going to see it through! He’s going to walk out as New Breed Champion! Looks like NICK is upset, grabbing the hair of Clayton and pulling him back to his feet! Clubbing him back and hooking his arms! NICK lifts Clayton off the ground— Clayton is able to land back on his feet! Clayton jumps up and knees NICK in the face! Sending him stumbling to the ropes! Bouncing off the ropes, Clayton is looking for something big— JUST TO GET CAUGHT WITH A DISCUS ELBOW! Sending him down to the ground! NICK doesn’t seem to be done, quickly leaning Clayton upwards in the seating position— A KICK STRAIGHT TO THE HEAD! Now that is going to make him see stars! NICK going for the pin!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THREEE—
Persephone: Kick out from Clayton, once again by the complete shock of everyone. What is this now? Triple brain damage? I think we might have set a record, you might have some competition Xander.
Gavin Kirkland: NICK is showing frustration but he’s not letting it derail him! He drags Clayton up! He’s looking for ‘3 THE HARD WAY’! Continuing favoring that head, he’s going to turn his brain into soup— Clayton fights out with a HEADBUTT! NICK is stunned and CLAYTON RUNNING TO THE ROPES AND BOUNCING OFF THE SECOND ROPES! ‘THE BRAND DEAL’’! SPRINGBOARD STUNNER! NICK got caught completely off-guard! He drops hard! Clayton crawls to the cover, exhausted, barely able to hook the leg!
Persephone: Guess your fastest star has failed to win the big one, who is shocked by this?
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THREEEEE!!!
Persephone: NICK KICKS OUT! OH COME ON! At this point Clayton’s moves are healing him at this point, what else does this loser need to do to put him down?
Stew-O: Both men are down, sucking wind! The crowd is on their feet! This is what a real championship fight looks like! NICK is stirring first, he’s using the ropes to pull himself up! Clayton is on all fours, shaking the cobwebs! NICK charges— he runs right into a KNEE LIFT from Clayton! NICK staggers and Clayton quickly gets behind him and grabs him! SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! NICK’s neck just snapped back! Clayton rolls through— and runs towards the ropes going for the ‘BRAND DEAL’ AGAIN! THE SPRINGBOARD STUNNER—
Gavin Kirkland: NICK CATCHES HIM! A GERMAN SUPLEX CAUGHT OUT OF MID AIR! He just planted Clayton! But NICK isn’t covering! He’s got that look in his eye! NICK drags Clayton to his feet and he’s got him up! HE’S GOING FOR ‘BITCH MADE’! THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HE’S BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS MOVE ALL MATCH AND NOW IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO HIT IT—
Stew-O: CLAYTON BITING HIS EAR! WHAT THE HELL?! THE OFFICIAL NOT SEEING THAT MIKE TYSON TRIBUTE! Clayton gets out of his grip once and shoves NICK into the corner! NICK hits chest-first! Clayton charges and hits NICK with a CORNER CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND! He keeps momentum with ANOTHER SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! CLAYTON ISN’T DONE GRABBING NICK AND LIFTING HIM UP WITH A QUICK BRAINBUSTER! NICK JUST GOT DROPPED ON THE HEAD! NICK HOOKS THE LEG! THIS LOOKS LIKE THIS COULD END!
Persephone: FINALLY!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THREEEEEE!!!
Persephone: You got to be kidding me. NICK kicks out?! OH MY GOD!
(Clayton runs his hands through his hair realizing that once again, NICK has kicked out. He has attempted to stay cool and collected this entire match. But now he looks over to the referee with anger in his eyes.)
Clayton Golde: (off mic) That was a TWO count! That was a TWO count?! Sounded like THREE? DIDN’T IT?!
Referee: (off mic) I don’t know what to tell you, he got his shoulder up before I could count it.
Clayton Golde: (off mic) Right…right.
(CLAYTON GRABS THE REFEREE BY THE SHIRT, STARING DEEP INTO HIS EYES.)
Clayton Golde: (off mic) If you don’t do your job correctly, I’m going to make sure your house is viewed by millions of people! You want to move out, hm? DO YOUR JOB!
Gavin Kirkland: Clayton can’t just go around treating the official that way— OH CRAP! NICK SNEAKING UP BEHIND HIM! TRYING TO APPLY THE “SECTION 8”! HE’S GRABBING THE NECK AND THE ARM! ALL HE NEEDS IS TO GET ON THE GROUND TO FULLY LOCK IT IN! CLAYTON IS FIGHTING IT THOUGH! TRYING HIS BEST TO GET NICK OFF OF HIS BACK—
Stew-O: RAMMING RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE! OH GOD BUT NICK GOT HIM ON THE GROUND! HE GOT THE SUBMISSION HOLD HELD TIGHTLY! NICK IS DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE CLAYTON TAP! HIS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO! CLAYTON—
(…)
(CLAYTON TAPS!)
Gavin Kirkland: CLAYTON TAPS! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Persephone: ARE YOU TWO STUPID?! DID YOU NOT REMEMBER THEM RUNNING INTO THE REFEREE AND KNOCKING HIM OUT OF THE RING?!
Stew-O: Oh.
Gavin Kirkland: I think NICK realizes it too, letting go of Clayton and noticing the referee laid out on the floor! He was so close to winning the Championship but it seems like Clayton just managed to survive a bit longer. But with the referee gone, Clayton is in his element. Grabbing onto his phone, he’s going to use it against NICK! DON’T TURN AROUND!
Stew-O: WAIT A SECOND! ASHLYNN SLIDES INTO THE RING WITH THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP! THE FORMER CHAMPION THAT WAS CHEATED OUT OF HER BELT! SHE RUNS TOWARDS CLAYTON LOOKING FOR REVENGE—
Ashlynn Quinn: (off mic) CLIP THIS UGGO!
(WHACK!)
Persephone: Oh…so she is actually a moron. SHE JUST HIT NICK INSTEAD OF CLAYTON!
Gavin Kirkland: CLAYTON GETTING OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! NO PUN INTENDED! ASHLYNN NOW GETTING TOSSES OUT OF THE RING BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN PROCESS WHO SHE ACTUALLY HIT! CLAYTON DROPPING INTO THE PINFALL! THE REFEREE SLOWLY SLIDING IN! HOW INCONVENIENT! HOW UNFORNATE!
Referee: ONE!
Referee: TWO!!
Referee: THREEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND STILL THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION… CLAYTONNNNN GOLLLLLDE!
(Clayton grabs his Championship, which unknown to the referee was in the ring for some reason. He grabs his phone and continues to stream still as the New Breed Champion. He kissed the face plates and slowly made his way outside the ring and up the ramp!)
Clayton Golde: (off mic) WHOEVER IN THE POLL SAID I WAS LOSING THIS CHAMPIONSHIP! BAN THEM FROM VIEWING MY STREAMS!
Persephone: Unbelievable. The annoying ass champion retains through sheer luck and the incompetence of others. This company never ceases to disappoint.
Stew-O: Clayton Golde retains, but not through his own merit! Ashlynn Quinn tried to get revenge and ended up costing NICK the title! If it wasn’t for that mistake, we could’ve been looking at a new Champion!
(NICK slowly starts to lift himself up, noticing what had happened and immediately becoming heated. Glaring at the taunting Clayton Golde and then Ashlynn Quinn, who looks back at NICK with a shrug.)
Ashlynn Quinn: (off mic) Sorry, you were in the way.
(A comment that made him more pissed off, as he rejected the referee’s hand and picked himself up. Pacing around the ring as the scene fades on NICK’s disappointed and tired face.)
(The camera returns to show Eve and Jake Mercer at the stage as the crowd cheers loudly. After a moment, they begin to speak.)
Eve: What a New Breed Championship match we just witnessed! But moving on, we have our second string of awards coming up. This one is for ‘Return Moment of The Year’!
Jake Mercer: Here are your nominees!
(The cheers continue as the titantron lights up, with highlights being shown of the nominees along with their names as well.)
(MS. EXTREME RETURNS AT FIGHTING SPIRIT IN THE NO WAY OUT MATCH)
(MILLI BANKS BECOMES SOLE SURVIVOR FOR BRAND WARFARE)
(CHRIS ELITE WINS THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP)
(JOSO RETURNS AT THE LAST STAND)
(RONAN MALOSI IS REVEALED AS THE MASKED ATTACKER)
(VEENA ADAMS RETURNS TO TAKE OUT SILAS WORLD)
(As the highlights come to a close, Eve and Jake take the envelope and open it, before reading the name inside.)
Jake Mercer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of ‘Return Moment of The Year’ is…
Eve: MS. EXTREME!
(‘RED THUNDER’ by Butcher Babies begins to play through the speakers of the arena to thunderous cheers as, for the first time since losing the Universal Women’s Championship, Ms. Extreme is seen making her way out. She has a small smile on her face as she makes her way over to greet both Eve and Jake, receiving the award as she steps toward the podium.)
Eve: We’d also like to congratulate Ms. Extreme for winning the awards of ‘Universal Women’s Champion of The Year’ and ‘Female Match of The Year’ for her match against Bea Valentine at Pain For Pride!
(The crowd inside of the arena continue to react loudly for Ms. Extreme as she continues to smile, taking a brief moment as her theme begins to come to a close before speaking.)
Ms. Extreme: I’d like to start this off by saying thank you. Getting the opportunity to stand here tonight, holding these awards… It’s validation for me. It’s a reminder that when you drag yourself out of the darkest corners of your mind, crawl out of all the shit that brings you back to that upper echelon where you can breathe the same air as the elite again that people notice. It’s an honor to not only be recognized for the return, but for the match and the title reign that followed as well. But while I could stand here and bask in all the glory and adulation that follows, it doesn’t fill the void of what happened last week at Road To Redemption. No matter what I do, it’s still stuck in my mind.
(Ms. Extreme pauses momentarily, thinking to herself before proceeding on.)
Ms. Extreme: Let’s be real about it, losing the Universal Women’s Championship to Milli inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber was more than just another loss for me, it was another bitter pill to swallow. It was a jagged, razor-blade close call in a career that has more than enough of those to count. For a long time, “almost” was the word of the day, one that haunted me, that kept a space in my mind, and something that I got swiftly reminded never left last week. Now I have to walk into 2026 with that familiar burn in the back of my throat knowing that I walked into that hellacious structure at Road To Redemption as the Queen and would end up walking out empty handed. But if there’s one thing that these awards prove, it’s that it wouldn’t be the first time I felt this way, and it probably won’t be the last time either, but climbing out of these pits is nothing new for me.
(The crowd inside of the arena cheers as Ms. Extreme shakes her head, continuing to go on.)
Ms. Extreme: It shows that the last three years of mental heartbreak and deterioration was something that I could rise out of, and I am fully anticipating doing so again in due time. The return moment was me stamping my ticket, the match was me raising my second Women’s Championship in the air, and the title reign that followed was the legacy that followed. The proof that no matter how hard the world or my own head tried to erase me… I’m never going to fade. So Milli can enjoy that view, I know it all too well. But this isn’t the end of Ms. Extreme. They want it to be, they want me to slip back into the void, but I’ve got a lot more “can’t” and “won’t” moments to disprove, and being The Phoenix Queen, burning down is just part of the process. Rising up is me taking what is mine. Thank you.
(Ms. Extreme raises her award into the air as ‘RED THUNDER’ begins to play through the speakers again. The crowd cheers loudly as the former Women’s Champion steps away from the stage, taking her leave as she basks in the support that she’s being given here tonight one final time. After a good moment, Eve and Jake Mercer take the stage once more.)
Jake Mercer: Once again, congratulations to Ms. Extreme for her win! But the awards continue as we see who will be taking home ‘Most Improved’!
Eve: Here are your nominees!
(The titantron lights up as highlights are shown of the nominees, along with their names.)
(AKARI KIYOKO)
(MIA SANTORO)
(VINCENT MONDRIAN)
(ASHLYNN QUINN)
(CLAYTON GOLDE)
(The video then comes to a close, as Jake and Eve open the envelope and read what’s inside.)
Eve: And the winner of the ‘Most Improved’ award goes to…
Jake Mercer: AKARI KIYOKO!
(The crowd inside of the arena roars at this, as ‘chAngE’ by miwa begins to play up through the speakers of the arena. The camera then goes over to show Akari Kiyoko as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a smile on his face as he approaches Eve and Jake, being handed the award as he heads up toward the podium. As his theme comes to a close, he takes a moment to compose his thoughts, before then starting to speak.)
Akari Kiyoko: ‘Most Improved.’ For one, let me preface this by saying it is an honor to hold this. But I am not going to stand here and pretend I don’t know exactly who brought this home, and exactly what it cost to get here. This award isn’t just nothing, it’s not some metal and engraving that gives me temporary satisfaction and something to put on the trophy case, what it is in actuality is the physical manifestation of a question that I’ve had to ask myself every single day for the past year: When you lose your pride, when you lose your way, what happens next? Well, if you look at everything that I’ve gone through since then, the upward climb, the answer is right in front of you.
(The crowd inside of the arena cheers loudly at this, as Akari pauses, a small smile on his face as he thinks to himself of the journey that it took in order to get to this point. After a moment, he then goes on with what he has to say.)
Akari Kiyoko: I can’t help but look at where I was this time last year, at the Road To Redemption before this I was in the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal, fighting for scraps. I was lesser than what I was now, there wasn’t a lot of expectation that came with my name, that much I can admit. But even with all of that in mind, I pushed through, I persevered when others in my shoes would’ve quit, and I ended up making it to the final two, a hair away from defining my legacy early. I was close, but I was still a face in the crowd, a low-level Elitist hoping for that illustrious breakout moment, and having to wait longer for that to fall into the palm of my hands. A year later here I stand. Last week, I was locked in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, fighting for the Answers World Championship against the very best that the Showdown brand had to offer. I made it to the final four, I stood face-to-face, eye-to-eye, with gods and monsters… and I didn’t blink.
(Akari pauses once more, letting his words simmer for a brief moment, before going on with his speech.)
Akari Kiyoko: I know that no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t end up walking out with what I wanted, the Answers World Championship slipped through my hands, and that’s something that I’m just going to have to live with. But even then, I look toward the positives, I look toward what I got out of a match of that caliber, and it’s lessons that can’t be taught. What it ended up showing to me and everyone was that this was something that no critic or detractor could deny anymore. It proved that me being the New Heart of Showdown, that’s not just a name that I gave myself, it’s something that I’ve earned through hard work and determination. By continuing to fight when nobody else believed in me. And trust that I will continue to do that.
(Akari bears a smile, before looking to close off what he has to say.)
Akari Kiyoko: I have spent months rebuilding my foundation, fixing the cracks caused by all the struggle that I have gone through. I have dragged myself from the bottom of the card to the main event because I refused to let my failures define me. So let this award be a testament, that as long as I live and breathe, I will keep fighting. I will keep scratching and clawing until the distinction of ‘Most Improved’ becomes the ‘Most Dominant.’ I have shown you all that I can rise from the ashes. Next year? I will show you how the fire burns.
(Akari steps back and raises his award in the air as ‘chAngE’ begins to play through the speakers once more. The crowd continues to show their support for him as he takes a brief moment to scan around before then beginning to take his leave. While he does, the camera then proceeds to transition from there.)
(The Festival of Lights returns with the graphic for the next match.)
(The camera shot returns to the ring where Bella Braxton is standing with a microphone in hand as she is ready to begin the introductions for the next match.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Bella Braxton: …and it is for the ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL! ELITE! CHAMPIONSHIP!
(“Ruff Ryders Anthem” by DMX starts playing as Damien Kutcher enters the area to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is ready for action and to get down to business as he heads to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first and making his way to the ring is the CHALLENGER! From Atlanta, Georgia! Weighing 240 pounds! Here is “THE MAGIC” DAMIEN KUTCHER!!
Stew-O: Here comes Showdown’s Damien Kutcher heading to the ring for what could be a good way to end his 2025 after Road to Redemption didn’t exactly go Damien’s way..
Gavin Kirkland: He had a fine performance, thank you. But Damien does have a huge opportunity in front of him as he could play the spoiler and win the first title of his career here tonight.
Persephone: Yeah sure it will. He made an idiot out of himself last week and he will do it tonight. But his brain cells could work together. Miracles can happen.
(Damien enters the ring and takes his corner as his music is quickly replaced by “New Devil” by Asking Alexandria as Daryl Kinkade enters the area to a very surprising positive reaction from the crowd. Daryl holds the National Elite Championship in the air as he heads to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing his opponent! From Norwich, England. Weighing 225 pounds! He is the NEW ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! “THE KINK OF ELITE” DARYL KINKADE!!
Gavin Kirkland: Here comes the new champ!! After spending all of 2025 trying to get the National Elite Championship, he finally got it at Road to Redemption.
Persephone: This is going to be the most exciting match of the night by far. Might as well make it a spelling bee. They’d both lose.
Stew-O: Daryl won the National Elite Championship eight days ago in a fatal four way match against, at that time, three members of Silas World. Tonight, he gets right down to business with his first title defense. Will Daryl carry the title into 2026? Or will Damien be victorious and cause Daryl to have one of the shortest reigns in EAW history? We are about to find out.
(Daryl enters the ring and takes a neutral corner as his entrance music fades off. He hands the National Elite Title to the referee before presenting it to Champion and Challenger before holding it up for the crowd to see. The referee quickly hands the title to Bella before calling for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Here we go! National Elite Championship is on the line in Daryl Kinkade’s first title defense. As the champion, what should Daryl watch out for against Damien?
Persephone: They both should watch out for math problems. Neither of them look very smart.
Gavin Kirkland: Shut up!! They represent Showdown perfectly!!
Persephone: You can say that again.
Stew-O: Damien and Daryl lock up in the center of the ring and Damien uses his size and power advantage to quickly get Daryl in a side headlock BEFORE MUSCLING DARYL DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Gavin Kirkland: Told you that Elitists of Showdown know how to wrestle. Just watch this match and you will be witnessing a masterpiece.
Persephone: Yeah like somebody threw up on the canvas. As you can see this match is very exciting as all we have is a side headlock that they teach you in what? The first month of wrestling school.
Stew-O: Damien is making sure Daryl is forced to expend energy early, BUT DARYL GETS INTO A HANDSTAND AND FLIPS FORWARD AND MAKES IT ONTO HIS FEET TO GET FREE OF THE HEADLOCK!!
Persephone: Damien scrambles to his feet after that technical move backfired and he fires off a clothesline that Daryl ducks out of the way from as he hits the ropes.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl comes back off the ropes AS DAMIEN GOES FOR A BIG BOOT–
Stew-O: DARYL AVOIDS IT AND QUICKLY SNEAKS BEHIND AND CATCHES DAMIEN WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP! SHOULDERS DOWN!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TW-
Persephone: Idiot barely gets a one count, but he is the first back to his feet as Damien quickly follows suit. They should just bust each other open and be done with it.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl grabs Damien by the head and tries to take him over for a suplex, BUT DAMIENS BLOCKS IT AND COUNTERS WITH A SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!
Stew-O: Damien is back up as he hits the ropes and comes back off the rebound BEFORE LEAVING HIS FEET AND HITTING THE LEG DROP ACROSS DARYL’S CHEST!
Gavin Kirkland: That took a lot out of the champ, but instead of going for the cover, DAMIEN IS JUST HAULING OFF AND PUNCHING DARYL IN THE FACE! DARYL IS BLOCKING AS MANY OF THE SHOTS AS HE CAN!
Persephone: Here comes the buzzkill referee telling him to stop punching in the face before they start a count. Referees who follow the rules ruin everything.
Stew-O: The referee reaches four on the count as Damien stops there or else he would have been disqualified on five. Damien grabs Daryl and pulls him back to his feet before taking them both to the corner.
Persephone: Damien has Daryl under the arm as they both come out of the corner—
Gavin Kirkland: AND DAMIEN JUST LAUNCHED DARYL FROM ONE CORNER OF THE RING TO THE OTHER AND GOOD GRIEF WHAT A LANDING FROM DARYL!!
Stew-O: The National Elite Champion is having trouble getting out of the gates in this first title defense as Damien has been able to keep Daryl neutralized. At this rate, we could see a new National Elite Champion.
Persephone: There are some things I wish I could see like a huge Christmas bonus and the end of this match.
Gavin Kirkland: I am glad we are not on the same show. Anyways, Damien grabs Daryl AND LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE BACK SUPLEX, BUT DARYL FLIPS BACK AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!
Stew-O: Daryl quickly follows up with a dropkick THAT SENDS DAMIEN TOWARDS THE ROPES! Damien is chest first against the ropes–
Gavin Kirkland: AND DARYL DELIVERS A CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD THAT SENDS DAMIEN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHING ONTO THE FLOOR!
Persephone: Shame he didn’t land on his neck. I guess face planting is tolerable enough to not have me rage.
Stew-O: Damien has made it back to his feet and he turns around just to see DARYL SAILING THROUGH THE ROPES AND HE TAKES DAMIEN DOWN WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THAT SENDS DAMIEN BACK FIRST INTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Persephone: Hey! Why do you idiots always seem to find your way to the announce table? You have a whole damn arena to fight in and you choose the announce table! GO AWAY, FUCKERS!!
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is back on his feet as he drags Damien over to the corner AND HE JUST BASHES DAMIEN’S FACE OFF THE STEEL RING POST! DID YOU HEAR THAT THUD?
Stew-O: Daryl isn’t stopping at one. He grabs Damien by the back of the head AND BOUNCES HIS HEAD OFF THE RING POST AGAIN!! GOOD GRIEF!!
Persephone: Do it again!! That thud was hilarious, but I thought it was a hollow ringing because Damien’s head is completely empty.
Gavin Kirkland: Would you be saying the same shit if it was two Voltage stars in the ring?
Persephone: HELL YES!! It’s like you don’t know me at all, dumbass.
Stew-O: Meanwhile, the referee has had a count going this entire time. Daryl hears the count and rolls Damien back into the ring. Daryl rolls into the ring himself at the count of nine and barely breaks the count.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien has rolled onto his stomach and is looking to push himself up off his knees AND DARYL COMES RIGHT IN AND KICKS DAMIEN RIGHT IN THE RIBS! THAT LOOKED LIKE A FOOTBALL PUNT!!
Persephone: The way you say that made you sound really stupid. Never do that again, but it is nice to see somebody else in pain besides me.
Stew-O: Daryl is very aggressive when given the opportunity as he pulls Damien back to his feet and goes to whip him to the ropes, BUT DAMIEN HAS ENOUGH STRENGTH TO COUNTER AND SENDS DARYL TO THE ROPES!
Persephone: Daryl comes back off the ropes AND HE GETS A BIG BOOT IN THE FACE BY DAMIEN! BAHAHAHAHA! I hope it knocked all of his teeth out so he will have to start over!
Gavin Kirkland: Damien is certainly feeling the kick to the ribs as he grabs Daryl and brings him back to his feet. Damien gets Daryl in position–
Stew-O: BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP IN THE AIR AND DROPPING THE CHAMP WITH A BACK SUPLEX! DAMIEN DECIDES TO BRIDGE UP FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO–
Persephone: He kicked out. No surprise there!
Gavin Kirkland: Near fall by the challenger as he pulls Daryl back to his feet AND FIRES OFF A CHOP TO THE CHEST!! EVEN THE CROWD REACTED TO THAT ONE!!
Stew-O: Repeated chops back Daryl all the way back into the corner AND DAMIEN USES HIS BOOT TO CHOKE DARYL! BOOT ACROSS THE THROAT AND THE REFEREE IS TELLING DAMIEN TO LET HIM GO BUT HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO START A COUNT!
Gavin Kirkland: Damien lets Daryl breathe as he gasps for air AS DAMIEN GOES FOR AN OVERHEAD CHOP–
Persephone: WHAT AN IDIOT! He misses because Daryl simply ducks and he chops the turnbuckle instead. Did it feel good stupid?
Stew-O: Damien holding his hand after that miscue AS DARYL STANDS UP AND FIRES A RIGHT HAND INTO DAMIEN’S FACE BEFORE KICKING HIM OUT OF THE CORNER!
Persephone: Now the limey bastard climbs onto the second rope like it will raise his intelligence. NEWSFLASH! IT WON’T!
Gavin Kirkland: Damien comes back AND DARYL LAUNCHES HIMSELF OFF THE SECOND ROPE AS HE GRABS DAMIEN AND PULLS HIM BACK INTO THE STO!! DAMIEN GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!
Stew-O: Damien is trying to get back to his feet, but Daryl catches him in a full nelson AND LIFTS HIM OFF HIS FEET–
Persephone: THE IDIOT PULLS OFF A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! His brain cell worked for once! Good for him. Now he bridges up and goes for a cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEE—-
Gavin Kirkland: EVEN AFTER BEING DROPPED ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, DAMIEN IS STILL ABLE TO KICK OUT AT TWO!! Daryl stays on the offensive AND HE PULLS DAMIEN ONTO HIS KNEES AND APPLIES THE DRAGON SLEEPER!!
Stew-O: SUBMISSION APPLIED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING BUT THE QUESTION IS IF DARYL CAN GET DAMIEN TO SUBMIT HERE OR IS DAMIEN STILL TOO STRONG AT THIS POINT IN THE MATCH!
Gavin Kirkland: I don’t know, but Daryl is sure as hell going to try and give it a shot right here. The referee is right there to see if Damien wants to give up this match here. If he does, Daryl retains.
Persephone: If Daryl didn’t wear deodorant today, Damien probably would wanna tap out as quickly as possible. What kind of sicko would want to smell stinky pits anyway.
Stew-O: Daryl is really trying to lock in that dragon sleeper as tight as possible, BUT LOOK AT DAMIEN! DAMIEN IS FIGHTING BACK RIGHT HERE AS HE TRIES TO GET OUT OF THE SLEEPER!
Persephone: So Daryl’s skanky pits were like smelling salts? That’s very disgusting.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien is able to bridge up and get back on his feet AS HE LIFTS DARYL UP OFF HIS FEET AND ONTO HIS SHOULDER LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!
Stew-O: We don’t talk a lot about Damien’s strength as he moves Daryl into the fireman’s carry on his shoulders, BEFORE SPINNING HIM OUT INTO A BACKBREAKER!
Persephone: He still has hold of the idiot and THROWS HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH THE FALLAWAY SLAM!! I CAN SEE NO BROKEN NECK!! DAMN!
Gavin Kirkland: I bet you are a hoot at parties.
Stew-O: Daryl is trying to recover after he was thrown by the ropes. Daryl is trying to get back to his feet as Damien hits the ropes. Damien comes back AND HE DELIVERS A RUNNING DROPKICK!
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl was sent right through the ropes AND HE CRASHES HARD ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE THE RING!
Persephone: Of course they are on the side of the ring right next to our table. Go away!! I hate you all.
Stew-O: Daryl is trying to recover on the outside as Damien decides to build momentum by running from one side of the ring to the other BEFORE LAUNCHING HIMSELF THROUGH THE ROPES AND TACKLING DARYL DOWN WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!! DAMN! DAMIEN GOT SOME AIR TIME!!
Persephone: TOO MUCH AIR TIME! Because that damn idiot kept going and sailed right over the announce table!! He about took me out!! Watch out, asshole, or I’ll make sure chestnuts are roasting on an open fire.
Gavin Kirkland: Good thing we got out of the way in enough time or that could have been bad, but Damien is up behind us. All is good.
Stew-O: Damien and Daryl are not high on the list of most popular Elitists but even the crowd can appreciate the talent these two have as we hear the cheers after that high risk move.
Persephone: Ok. They tolerate you NOW CAN GET THE HELL AWAY FROM US AND GO BACK TO THE MATCH?
Gavin Kirkland: Hey! Don’t yell at Showdown, bitch. He’s going. He wants to win the title.
Stew-O: Damien the powerhouse pulls Daryl back to his feet AND PICKS HIM UP BEFORE JUST TOSSING HIM RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE RING!!
Gavin Kirkland: DARYL LANDS SPINE FIRST ON THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING AND THAT WAS AN UGLY LANDING!!
Persephone: Matches the rest of him.
Stew-O: Once again, the referee has started a ten count and it is getting dangerously high. The need to get back in the ring now.
Persephone: Screw that. Be your own person and stay out there beating the hell out of each other. This match has gone on long enough.
Gavin Kirkland: Stop complaining. Damien picks up Daryl and just LAUNCHES HIM THROUGH THE ROPES AND BACK INTO THE RING! Damien heard the referee’s count and quickly rolls in the ring as the referee was about to hit ten.
Stew-O: Damien pulls Daryl back to his feet and lifts him up before sitting him backwards on the top turnbuckle. What does Damien have planned?
Persephone: Who cares? It’s probably very stupid and something that will no doubt backfire because these idiots like nothing more than to show off instead of legitimately beating the hell out of each other.
Gavin Kirkland: Now Damien climbs up onto the middle rope as he gets Daryl’s arm around his neck. Damien now has Daryl up as DAMIEN MAKES HIS WAY ONTO THE TOP ROPE AS WELL!
Stew-O: These two are in a very dangerous situation right now as Damien is on the top rope as HE LIFTS DARYL BACK UP IN THE AIR! BOTH MEN GO OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE–
Gavin Kirkland: SAITO SUPERPLEX BY DAMIEN KUTCHER! HOLY CRAP! THAT WAS A THING OF BEAUTY AND A VERY DANGEROUS MOVE THAT LOOKS LIKE IT TOOK SOMETHING OUT OF BOTH OF THEM!
Persephone: I told you it was going to be something stupid and I was right once again. Never doubt someone like me who is very intelligent.
Stew-O: Yeah, we’ll think about that. But right now both Champion and Challenger are not moving off of that very dangerous superplex and the referee is left with no choice but to start another ten count.
Persephone: The referee needs to count a little bit faster than normally because this match could be over quicker if they will just pick up the pace.
Gavin Kirkland: Naturally, Damien is the first one to start moving after that huge suplex. Daryl is still not moving as Damien finally crawls over enough to get the cover on Daryl and hooks the leg!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Stew-O: OH THE NEAR FALL! DARYL GOT THE SHOULDER UP AND DAMIEN IS LESS THAN A COUNT AWAY FROM BECOMING THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION!
Persephone: If Damien would have got his head out of his ass about an hour sooner, then he might have won the match and the title and then our misery would be over. But he screwed up and this match continues much to my dismay.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien can’t believe that Daryl is still able to fight back in this match, especially after being dropped on his head. That could have been a career ender, but the Elitists of Showdown are of a different breed! WOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: Of course they are. Right now, Damien has slowly made it back to his feet and brings Daryl up as well. Both men are a little worse for wear as Damien whips Daryl to the ropes.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl with the rebound AS DAMIEN GOES FOR THE YAKUZA KICK, BUT DARYL DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY! Daryl keeps running towards the ropes AS HE JUMPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE–
Persephone: THAT IDIOT ACTUALLY PULLED OFF THE “DKO”! HOW IN THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN? WHO IN THE FUCK PRAYED FOR DARYL KINKADE TO GET SOME BRAINS?
Stew-O: That might be a little harsh but Daryl did hit the Cutter and planting Damien right on his face as Daryl rolls him over for the cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Persephone: SON OF A BITCH!!
(Persephone lets out a high pitched scream that forces Stew and Gavin to pull their headsets away from their ears for a second before putting the headsets back on.)
Gavin Kirkland: WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH?
Stew-O: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?
Persephone: HE KICKED OUT! THAT’S THE PROBLEM! THIS MATCH IS STILL GOING?
Gavin Kirkland: Of course Damien kicked out! He’s a determined Showdown competitor who wants to win his first taste of Championship gold and you are yelling like a fucking banshee.
Stew-O: As we get back to the match, it was a very close near fall for the Champion as Damien is barely moving after kicking out as Daryl is back up and he pulls Damien back to his feet.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien kicked and doubled over as Daryl locks his arms AND LIFTS HIM UP AND OVER WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!! Daryl keeps the arms hooked and turns them around BEFORE LIFTING DAMIEN UP AND OVER WITH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!
Persephone: Because it was so exciting the first time, might as well do it again, right?
Stew-O: Damien is trying to recover after the suplexes and the cutter from earlier, but he is in prime position for Daryl WHO HITS THE ROPES AND COMES BACK WITH FULL SPEED FOR THE SHINING WIZARD–
Persephone: NOW DAMIEN’S BRAIN IS SOMEHOW WORKING! I guess somebody remembered to pay the electric bill in that head of his.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien got out of the way at the last possible second as he grabs hold of Daryl and hoists him right in the air. Damien still has enough energy to pull off such power.
Stew-O: DAMIEN IS ABLE TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET AS HE RUSHES TOWARDS THE CORNER AND TOSSES DARYL RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WITH THE BUCKLE BOMB!
Persephone: Daryl’s neck snapped back, which was not bad to see, but Damien calls it “Watch Yo’ Back”. That is an absolutely stupid name for a move, but it better get the job done.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl hit the turnbuckle hard as he collapses to the mat off the Buckle Bomb and Damien grabs Daryl and drags him right to the center of the ring and hooks the leg for the cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Stew-O: DARYL KICKED OUT!! DARYL KICKED OUT AT TWO!! DAMIEN WAS LESS THAN A COUNT AWAY FROM ENDING DARYL’S REIGN BEFORE IT COULD START!! DAMIEN ALMOST BECAME THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION HERE!
Gavin Kirkland: LOOK AT DAMIEN! HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT!! He punches the mat in frustration that he couldn’t put Daryl away right there as he brings Daryl back to his feet and whips him to the corner.
Persephone: Alright, this is kind of funny because we are witnessing somebody throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a title match. It would have been even better if he started kicking and screaming on the mat.
Stew-O: You know that isn’t going to happen as Damien has his eyes locked on Daryl AS HE RUNS FULL SPEED TOWARDS THE CORNER AND DELIVERS A RUNNING DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE FACE!!
Persephone: It wouldn’t be a huge loss if Daryl lost a few teeth. It would save him a lot of money in dental work. I am so economical.
Gavin Kirkland: You’re also a crazy bitch, but that’s not the point. Right now, Showdown is kicking ass on the Festival of Lights show. GO SHOWDOWN! WOOO!!
Stew-O: These two are having an amazing match and that is something that we can’t dispute.
Persephone: The hell we can’t.
Gavin Kirkland: As we get back to the awesome Showdown match, Damien pulls Daryl back to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Daryl comes back off the rebound–
Stew-O: DAMIEN GOES FOR THE TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER, BUT DARYL IS ABLE TO GET HIS LEGS AROUND DAMIEN’S HEAD AND COUNTER WITH A HEADSCISSOR TAKEOVER SENDING DAMIEN ACROSS THE RING!
Gavin Kirkland: Damien was caught off guard with that counter as he quickly gets back to his feet AS HE GOES FOR A BIG BOOT THAT DARYL IS ABLE TO DUCK!!
Persephone: Daryl is acting like a little bitch with the cheap shot to the kidneys. So strong!
Stew-O: Damien bends backwards Daryl grabs him by the head before using the tights to LIFT DAMIEN UP AND PLANT HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT!
Persephone: Damien landed on the back of his head, but it sure as hell wasn’t bad enough of a landing to knock his ass unconscious. Oh what will he do next?
Gavin Kirkland: Damien is down on the mat as Daryl hits the ropes to gain more momentum as he comes back AND LEAVES HIS FEET TO HIT THE STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! DIRECT HIT AS DARYL GOES FOR A QUICK COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Stew-O: DAMIEN KICKS OUT AT TWO! THE CHALLENGER STILL HAS PLENTY OF ENERGY LEFT IN THE TANK FOR THIS MATCH!!
Persephone: Yeah, but they both look like their tanks have sprung leaks.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is back on his feet as he backs up towards the ropes. He watches Damien slowly recover and get back to his feet–
Stew-O: Damien is back up AND DARYL RUNS FULL SPEED TOWARDS DAMIEN! HE GRABS DAMIEN BY THE HEAD AS HE LOOKS FOR THE “MONKĒ FLIP”! FRONT FLIP DDT ON THE WAY–
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN BLOCKED IT!! DAMIEN HAS DARYL UP IN THE AIR AND TOSSES HIM OFF BUT THE CHAMPION IS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET! Daryl hits the ropes and comes back to try again–
Persephone: AND THE IDIOT DARYL IS MET WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! BAHAHAHA! THERE GO THE REST OF HIS TEETH!
Stew-O: Daryl falls back and bounces off the ropes again as he stumbles back to Damien, WHO GRABS HIM UNDER THE ARMS AND TOSSES HIM IN THE AIR–
Persephone: BEFORE GRABBING HIS DUMBASS AND ALMOST DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE MAT WITH THE POP UP POWERSLAM!! Emphasis on almost and emphasis on dumbass!
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN CALLS THAT THE “UP HIGH, DOWN LOW”! DARYL WILL DEFINITELY BE FEELING DOWN LOW IN A FEW SECONDS AS DAMIEN HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Persephone: DING! DING! DING! MATCH OVER! YAY! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!
Stew-O: Persephone, you are aware that all of us saw him kick out right?
Persephone: How the hell should I know? Some of you look very stupid and could be easily convinced.
Gavin Kirkland: Well, thanks to Persephone, the wind has been taken out of our sails for that kickout by Daryl Kinkade. Thanks a lot, bitch.
Stew-O: But Damien was dangerously close to winning the National Elite Championship right there and Damien can’t believe it.
Gavin Kirkland: Damien is looking at the referee and telling them that it was a three count and no matter how many times he says otherwise, the referee is saying that it is in fact a two count.
Persephone: Damien again pounds the mat in frustration. What a baby. Now he’s throwing a hissy fit in the middle of the ring. Stop crying about it, asshole, and finish him off. Want a title so bad? Stop bitching and kill him!!
Stew-O: Damien grabs Daryl and whips him to the ropes. Daryl comes back off the ropes and Damien picks him up AND THIS TIME DAMIEN HITS TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Now Damien is just punching the living daylights out of Daryl.
Persephone: No blood. No broken bones. No big deal.
Gavin Kirkland: The referee has started a count on Damien to get him to open up that first. The referee hits four AND DAMIEN ALMOST TOOK A SWING AT THE REFEREE!!
Stew-O: Tensions running high in this National Elite Championship match as the referee almost got punched out.
Persephone: Let the dumbass crash out and get disqualified. It will teach him to not be so stupid!!
Gavin Kirkland: The referee is threatening to disqualify Damien, but that gave Daryl plenty of time to recover AS HE SNEAKS UP FROM BEHIND AND ROLLS UP DAMIEN! SCHOOLBOY TO STEAL IT HERE!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Stew-O: WAIT A SECOND! DARYL HAS THE TIGHTS FOR AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE! COME ON REF!!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN KICKED OUT AT TWO! DARYL ABOUT RETAINED THE TITLE THERE! The fans might like him a lot more because of him fighting against Silas World, but that won’t stop him from taking a shortcut whenever he can.
Persephone: So Daryl is a huge cheater and now it is his entire personality.
Stew-O: That’s not the point. Daryl hits the ropes as Damien gets back to his feet AS DARYL COMES BACK AS HE GOES FOR THE HANDSPRING ROUNDHOUSE KICK–
Persephone: DUMBASS MISSED!!! No surprise there as the challenger got out of the way and pulls Daryl into a rollup of his own! OH NO! NOT THE DANGEROUS ROLL UP!! HE HAS AN IMAGINARY FAMILY!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN HAS THE ROPES! TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY! DAMIEN HOLDING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE! WHAT A WAY TO WIN THE TITLE!!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Stew-O: DARYL KICKS OUT AT TWO! Daryl is not happy that he almost lost his title in a way that he tried to retain his title not just a few minutes ago. Both competitors are back on their feet and they are glaring at each other.
Persephone: They are both just mad because they both suck at cheating. If they were any good, this match would be over and we would be moving on with our lives.
Gavin Kirkland: Both men are just jawjacking with each other in the middle of the ring. We can see that both men’s tanks have got to be running on empty at this point with everything that they have thrown at each other in the match.
Stew-O: DARYL JUST SLAPPED DAMIEN ACROSS THE FACE! Damien didn’t appreciate that sign of disrespect at all SO HE RETURNS THE FAVOR WITH A SLAP OF HIS OWN!!
Gavin Kirkland: NOW CHAMPION AND CHALLENGER ARE JUST BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! THE FISTS ARE FLYING RIGHT NOW AS THEY ARE TRYING TO PUNCH EACH OTHER’S BRAINS OUT!
Persephone: So they are both crashing out because they can’t end the match. That’s their own faults so they don’t need to whine. Just bring a weapon in the ring and really cause some damage.
Stew-O: You know damn well why they don’t bring a weapon into the ring. That would be just to please you.
Persephone: What’s your point?
Gavin Kirkland: The point is that you need to stop complaining and watch the damn match and do your job as we watch two world class competitors battle it out.
Stew-O: Damien is getting the upper hand with his punches as Daryl gets backed up to the ropes and whips him off to the other side. Daryl comes back AND DAMIEN GOES FOR A YAKUZA KICK–
Persephone: HE MISSED! What a shock! Damien stumbles like a moron because he’s stupid. But Daryl tries to do something supposedly smart as he jumps onto Damien’s shoulders–
Gavin Kirkland: DARYL USES ALL HIS POWER TO FLIP BACK AND SPIKE DAMIEN DOWN WITH THE POISONRANA! DAMIEN WAS DRIVEN DOWN RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!
Stew-O: But Daryl is not stopping there. Damien is not moving right here as Daryl brings him back to his feet and gets him into the pumphandle position BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP IN THE AIR!
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is trying to get Damien in position and he does AS HE DROPS DOWN WITH THE PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER! DAMIEN DROPPED ON HIS HEAD AGAIN OFF THE “HAIL TO THE VICTOR”! WE MIGHT BE DOING THAT AS DARYL GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Persephone: THREE DAMN IT!!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Stew-O: DID DARYL GET IT? YES? NO!! THE REFEREE IS TELLING DARYL THAT IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT AND DARYL MIGHT GO BALLISTIC RIGHT HERE, BUT HE IS SURPRISINGLY KEEPING HIS COOL!
Persephone: There’s a first time for everything. Instead of looking dumbfounded, he should be beating the fuck out of his challenger unless his plan is to lose here and look like a bigger idiot than he already does.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl pulls Damien back to his feet and kicks him to double him over to get him in the gutwrench position BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP IN THE AIR FOR A LIGER BOMB–
Stew-O: DAMIEN IS FIGHTING BACK! REPEATED SHOTS TO THE HEAD UNTIL DAMIEN IS ABLE TO ROLL OFF OF DARYL’S SHOULDER AND ACTUALLY BRINGS DARYL DOWN WITH THE SUNSET FLIP! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Persephone: He kicked out! Of course he did. Daryl was able to roll through, but Daryl is able to quickly recover for the first time in his life and stack up Damien for another rollup. Damn, this is just getting sad.
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN KICKED OUT! At this point in the match, these two have simply got to be running on adrenaline to keep them going. Both of these men wanna leave as National Elite Champion. GO SHOWDOWN!!
Stew-O: This is a testament to how determined these two are if neither of them have been able to keep the other’s shoulders down on the mat for the entire three count.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is back on his feet first as Damien gets back up AND DARYL GOES FOR THE STEP UP ENZUIGIRI AND DAMIEN IS ABLE TO GET OUT OF THE WAY!
Persephone: Daryl continues to look stupid as he lands ugly on the mat. It’s amusing to watch these people embarrass themselves.
Stew-O: Daryl is trying to get back on his feet as Damien comes off the ropes AND CLOBBERS DARYL IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE NORTHERN LARIAT!! DARYL FALLS TO THE MAT!
Persephone: Good. Now end this match and do something of worth.
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is trying to get back to his feet AS DAMIEN ONCE AGAIN COMES OFF THE ROPES AS HE GOES FOR THE SCISSORS KICK!
Stew-O: “SMOOTH OFF” ON THE WAY BUT DARYL IS ABLE TO GET OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!
Persephone: Why am I not surprised?
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl backs himself into the corner AND DAMIEN COMES RUNNING IN AND GOES FOR ANOTHER BIG BOOT–
Stew-O: DARYL DUCKS THE BIG BOOT AND DAMIEN GETS HIS LEG CAUGHT ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! THIS ISN’T GOOD!
Gavin Kirkland: Daryl with a right hand as he is able to get Damien’s head and neck resting against the turnbuckle–
Stew-O: DARYL WITH THE CHEEKY NANDO STYLE KICK TO THE FACE AND THAT COULD HAVE BEEN A KNOCKOUT SHOT RIGHT THERE!
Persephone: Could have and should have, but it probably wasn’t.
Stew-O: Daryl decides to take a chance here as he grabs Damien around the waist and pulls him off the corner. Damien is on Daryl’s shoulder as Daryl muscles Damien to the center of the ring BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH “MISERY LOVES COMPANY”!
Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN LANDS HARD OFF THAT STORMBREAKER STYLE MOVE AND HE COULD BE OUT RIGHT NOW AND DARYL ROLLS HIM OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“New Devil” starts playing again as Daryl slowly rolls off of Damien. He takes a moment to catch his breath as Bella Braxton announces the final decision of the match.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest…
Bella Braxton: AND STILLLLLLLLLL THE ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! DARYL KINKAAAAAAAAAAADE!
Stew-O: What a hard fought match between two very determined competitors putting it all on the line for the sake of the National Elite Championship.
Gavin Kirkland: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT A MATCH FROM TWO OF SHOWDOWN’S BEST! THAT’S ALL YOU WILL SEE BECAUSE SHOWDOWN WRESTLES! WOOOOOOOOO!
Persephone: Will you shut the hell up? This match wasn’t as impressive as you two are making it out to be. We should be glad it’s over.
(Daryl is back on his feet as the referee hands him the National Elite Championship belt and raises his arm in victory. He raises the title proudly in the air as he takes a moment to celebrate before leaving the ring and heading up the entrance ramp.)
Gavin Kirkland: You are just jealous because Showdown has such talent. It sucks that this match had two Showdown Elitists but it was an awesome match that could have gone either way. Damien fought hard and he was so close to winning the title but Daryl was able to pull out a huge victory.
Persephone: Yay! Daryl won! He actually did something right for once in his insignificant life. Good for him.
Stew-O: Damien Kutcher fought hard but it wasn’t enough as Daryl Kinkade retains his National Elite Championship here at Festival of Lights. Congratulations once again to Daryl on his victory and successful title defense.
(The final shot shows Daryl celebrating once more as he raises the National Elite Championship over his head at the top of the entrance ramp before cutting to Damien, who is now sitting up in the middle of the ring, pounding the ring in frustration as he looks up the ramp in disappointment and annoyance as the camera shot cuts elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for The SpongeBob Movie: Search for SquarePants, featuring Chris Elite.)
(Back from commercial break, the camera returns to the stage where Eve and Jake Mercer are on standby.)
Jake Mercer: Welcome back everyone! Congratulations to Daryl Kinkade for retaining the National Elite Championship. Before we get to our next matches, however, we got more awards to give out—starting with one all about the shock and awe that comes with being in EAW!
Eve: And with that, here are your nominees for Shocking Moment of the Year…
(The titantron lights up as highlights are shown of the nominees, along with their names and respective moments.)
(LIMMY MONAGHAN USES THE ELECTRIC CHAIR ON BOTH XANDER & PEYTON PAYNE)
(XANDER PAYNE BETRAYS HOLLY ARROW, ALIGNING WITH JAKE SMITH AND CAROLINE)
(SILAS SCREWS PANDORA FORCING HER TO JOIN SILAS WORLD)
(JON KELTON BETRAYS BRONSON DANIEL)
(DONOVAN DUKE AND HARPER LEE SHARE A KISS)
(CHRIS ELITE LAYS ONE ON MINERVA AFTER THEIR MATCH)
(HALSEY NEEL BETRAYS DARYL KINKADE TO HELP PANDORA PAISLEY IN THE TEMPLE OF TRIALS)
Jake Mercer: And the winner for ‘Shocking Moment of the Year’ goes to…
(The two open up the envelope…)
Jake Mercer: NDXJKSKNCANDCFDJVNNDFVNDNVSDVFSKFVGBSHBVGSNJNJKFKEWKRFJWREOGJWRUIGORVONFVNJNRVRWBTHKVJBFWHBVJWORFWPERJ!!!!!!!!!!
Eve: :roman:
Jake Mercer: LIMMY MONAGHAN WINS IT!!!!!
Eve: :wtf:
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes hits and the fans cheer. Limmy Monaghan comes out and walks up to the podium on stage. He’s handed his award from an all too ecstatic Jake Mercer. Eve grabs him by the shoulder, forcing him to get out of the way so that Limmy can bask in his win.)
Limmy Monaghan: Well, what can I say? Though I will end the year without a title, at least I won’t be going home empty handed. 2025 has been one of the more turbulent years in my career, I must admit. There were some high points, moments where I swore I was close to reaching the top once more, and then there were the ones where I had to taste defeat. Given this award in particular, it came about when I was more than removed from trying to play the role of the clean good guy. Xander Payne and I had our issues, issues that spiraled everything out of order, and I had enough.
Limmy Monaghan: To this day, my decision to not only bring about harm to him in such a grusome manner but to Peyton as well remains a controversial one. I know there are some fans who have turned themselves away from me for such an act. While I cannot nor will I apologize as everything happened and there’s nothing to take back from that, the upside is that I am more than capable of causing the whole world to talk about me when need be. Good, bad? It makes no difference to me—not anymore, at least. I’ve been judged and critiqued from all angles anyhow throughout my tenure, from those who said I took it too far against Kassidy Heart when I challenged her for the Answers World Championship, to people saying I was in over my head when I pursued the EAW World Heavyweight Championship and ultimately won it three years ago. Either people believed in me or didn’t, thought I did enough or didn’t, thought I did too much or too little, and at this juncture in my career? I care little for what anyone has to say about how I handle my business.So, whether you see me as someone more than befitting of carrying on the legacy of an Ace, or someone who has gone too far… all that matters is that I get you talking. I am the conversation, the centerpiece of this promotion, and seeing as how I will be taking home an award over some of my harshest critics this season, I’d like to think that I’m far from done.
Limmy Monaghan: Next year, I will be sure to do everything in my power to bring home a championship. It’d be a shame if this trophy were to be all alone. But, in all seriousness? I’m not done, far from it, and in 2026, I won’t be sparing anyone. Thank you, and I’ll be sure to exemplify that later one in the evening when I face off against Minerva and Joso.
(Limmy raises the trophy, eliciting a loud reaction from the fans. He nods, and then departs. Jake Mercer and Eve are back in their positions.)
Eve: You good?
Jake Mercer: I’m good.
Eve: No more screaming out like a fanboy?
Jake Mercer: I promise!
Eve: Alright then—although given our next category, I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you did. It’s been an incredible year in terms of memorable matches, but when it comes to bouts where both our male and female Elitists duked it out, there have been fights that will stand the test of time.
Jake Mercer: Absolutely, Eve. All of these matches are set to live on for years to come, but when it comes to this year, only one of them will be able to win Intergender Match of the Year! With that, here are your nominees!
(The titantron lights up as highlights are shown of the nominees, along with their names and respective moments.)
(WAR GAMES 2025)
(DONOVAN DUKE VS. JON KELTON VS. BRONSON DANIELS VS. HARPER LEE)
(METHUSELAH VS. KASAI)
(METHUSELAH VS. MINERVA)
(DONOVAN DUKE VS. TLA VS. VEENA ADAMS VS. MILLI BANKS)
(BRAND WARFARE)
(THE TEMPLE OF TRIALS)
(The fans cheer for the nominees listed. Jake and Eve open up the envelope.)
Jake Mercer: And the winner for ‘Intergender Match of the Year’ goes to…!
Eve: Methuselah versus KASAI at Grand Rampage!
(“FINISH HIM” sounds over the speakers, and “Vent” by Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar plays over the arena speakers. Methuselah appears and heads over to where Jake and Eve are. He’s given the award, and looks at Jake with a scowl.)
Methuselah: Really? You are supposed to be a professional representative for this company and you are out here screaming like a middle-aged schoolgirl who faints at the idea of seeing some mediocre, rail-thin K-Pop artists who barely have any rhythm to them?
Jake Mercer: Well, good chairman, I–
(Methuselah raises his finger up to his lip, telling Jake to quiet down, which he does. Then, he motions for him and Eve to get out of the way, which the two do so bashfully. Methuselah walks up to the microphone some more, and shakes off his disgust to speak.)
Methuselah: Alas, gold returns to me once more, even if it is in the form of a gilded figurine devoid of any true worth other than to further fill up space in my illustrious cabinet. Either way, many Elitists cannot and will not ever be able to tout that they can have the longevity and staying power that I possess. So many years have passed, so many eras I stood in and seen flourish, so many faces have come and gone, but the one true constant that has always remained is me. For as many jokes as some of the talent may make in regards to me, they are the same ones who hope that they could have a fraction of my relevance. The OVERMAN is all-encompassing, and that will not change until I truly decide to bid farewell to this sport. But with me attaining this award… it should go without saying, but it will be quite some time before the idea of retirement seeps in.
Methuselah: With this award in particular, I have gone to war with many women throughout my career, from the Avas, to Minerva, and, of course, KASAI. It is of my understanding that our battle has seemed to leave a lasting impact on her, and as it should. I remain, to this day, the biggest name she has faced, and while at the zenith of our little tango things got bitter, I must admit, she was a worthy advisory. Dare I say it may have been the most profound match of my 2025, too.
Methuselah: …However, in the entirety of my career? It barely scratches the surface.
Methuselah: KASAI will probably be content that she gets to have a match of the year honor alongside me, whilst she has to go back to the drawing board once more, but I am not content with a mere trophy. I want more, I can attain more than this, and with my victory at Road to Redemption, I believe I have more than solidified that there is no ‘falling off’ with me. I am not an old, battered man who will whittle away—I am mightier than anyone, and not a single person on this roster is going to force me out of my company. OVER FOR THOU!
(Methuselah gives a nod and then takes the trophy with him as ‘Vent’ blares out once again. The fans are loud in their reactions. Jake Mercer and Eve come back, taking center stage.)
Jake Mercer: And there’s Methuselah, never one to change! Seems like he along with the other award winners are determined to make 2026 their year as well. It’s going to be interesting to see who among them will be able to carry onward with year another award-winning year under their belt.
Eve: Absolutely, Jake—and perhaps our next match will show us a glimpse of that as Methuselah himself will be taking on a familiar foe in Jake Smith! That match is next!
(A commercial plays for Persona 5: The Phantom X, featuring Drake Armstrong getting stressed out over how bloodclaat big the palaces in the game are.)
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Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace starts to play as the crowd immediately erupted with deafening boos; Jake Smith enters the arena feeling as confident as ever with a smarmy smirk plastered across his face. Following closely behind is Caroline, accompanying him to the ring. They look at each other before they head to the ring, with Jake maintaining that smirk the whole way.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first and making his way to the ring! Representing Figura Prismatis and being accompanied to the ring by Caroline. From Parts Unknown! He is “THE GOAT” JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!!
Stew-O: The crowd sure is letting their opinions on Jake Smith known, but it’s far from unfamiliar for the former world champion as this is pretty much the reception he gets in any arena he goes to! One week after his match against the returning Joso, he’s looking to turn things around against the Chairman!
Gavin Kirkland: I’m just glad that he brought Caroline around, that’s the real main event in my opinion! :ahh:
Persephone: Kill yourself. I really need this Christmas week off.
Gavin Kirkland: :whoa:
(“FINISH HIM” sounds over the speakers, and “Vent” by Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar plays over the arena speakers and smoke billows through the curtain while flames begin to pulsate from both sides of the stage. Methuselah walks through fog with dark shades covering his eyes and he walks to the ring, up the steps, and does the “FINISH HIM” taunt on the apron before entering the ring. He removes his shades, glaring straight into the eyes of Jake Smith, before throwing up the double horns as his theme slowly fades.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from The Mount Adams Observatory™, weighing in at 17 stone, he is THE OVERMAN… METHUUUUUUUSELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEELEEEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAAAAAATIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Stew-O: The Chairman of EAW arrives to once again face off against the man he once proclaimed to be the Placeholder back when he was the EAW World Champion!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah is coming off a win over the rising star, David Gideon Smith, and he’s looking to go back to back with the victories to end the year!
Persephone: If we’re lucky, maybe he’ll be quick about it so I can go home.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Methuselah and Jake Smith, certainly no strangers to each other after their history back on Voltage, but this time they’re going to be going at it just for the sake of exhibition!
Gavin Kirkland: Either way, though, neither one of them is going to be happy with a loss to finish the year off, so I’m expecting them to tear each other apart to take the win and have some momentum heading into 2026!
Persephone: Ugh, we’d be lucky if they actually tore each other to pieces and let the blood just pour out…
Gavin Kirkland: You scare me.
Stew-O: Regardless, both wrestlers make their way out of their respective corners and begin circling the ring, keeping their eyes locked on each other; I’m not sure if Caroline is going to make her presence felt here but you’ve got to imagine that the presence of someone at Jake’s corner is going to play something of a psychological factor for Methuselah, especially considering the type of tactics Jake is used to using!
Gavin Kirkland: I know that her presence at ringside is playing a psychological factor for me :mjlit:
Persephone: Do you want to die?
Gavin Kirkland: Nah, I’m good actually. Hey look, the match is starting!
Stew-O: Jake Smith is going at a faster pace as Methuselah takes a more steady approach, glaring daggers into Jake Smith as they get closer and closer to each other…
Gavin Kirkland: And Jake Smith lurches forward, looking to take Methuselah Elevation out with a clothesline, but the Chairman manages to duck underneath and connect with a heavy uppercut right to the midsection of the Process, forcing him to double over immediately!
Persephone: Oh boy, I wonder what move Methuselah is going to want to use against an opponent in this position.
Stew-O: The double underhook gets locked in, and Jake Smith gets sent flying across the length of the ring with a classic Meth FX butterfly suplex, causing him to land with a heavy thud! The Process arches his back in pain as he looks to scramble back up to his feet quickly, but Methuselah is already making chase to keep the pressure up!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah connects with a heavy kick right to the chest of Jake Smith, sending him staggering back right into the corner of the ring, where Methuselah rushes to and launches himself into the air in order to connect with a jumping forearm smash right to the head of the Process, continuing his momentum in the match thus far!
Stew-O: That forearm smash seems to have Jake Smith dazed as Methuselah yanks him out of the corner with no mercy present in those menacing eyes; he throws the arm of the Process over his head before hoisting him up with a vertical suplex position! He’s keeping him held up there, showing some of that strength that we all associate with the Chairman of EAW!
Gavin Kirkland: It looks like he’s going to hit Jake Smith with the Ego Death Driver– BUT JAKE SMITH MANAGES TO EVADE IT! He spins himself around and lands on his feet right behind the Chairman, and now it looks like he’s had enough of the damage sustained from Methuselah so far!
Persephone: God damn it, why couldn’t he just get squashed by Methuselah so we could all go home faster?
Stew-O: The Process may have a frayed reputation in EAW but there’s no question that he’s a talented wrestler, regardless of the underhanded methods he tends to apply; from behind Methuselah Elevation, Jake Smith leaps up into the air and reaches back, grabbing the head of Methuselah as he does and yanking him down with a jumping neckbreaker to bring the action down to the ground!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah was going fast pace from the start with those heavy strikes and moves, but Jake Smith is looking to bring the pace down as he forces Methuselah onto his abdomen in a prone position before wrapping his arms around his head and applying a tightly-held grounded headlock!
Persephone: A HEADLOCK?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Stew-O: No jokes here, Jake Smith was taking quite a few hits from a very ferocious Methuselah Elevation and now he’s brought the action under his control, choosing to take a more steady approach to slowly take Methuselah apart! Caroline watches intently from ringside as Jake Smith wrenches on that headlock to put even more pressure on the head of Methuselah, perhaps looking to wear the Chairman down for the Starmaker or the God Complex!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah is no stranger to grappling, though, definitely not with the literal decades of experience that he has under his belt! He’s able to maneuver his way through the motions, getting one knee against the canvas and then the other in order to push his way up to a kneeling position, in spite of Jake’s attempts to keep the Overman on the ground!
Stew-O: Jake Smith immediately improvises upon Methuselah managing to get to a kneeling position, swiftly switching from that side headlock position to get right behind Methuselah with a chin lock applied on the Chairman of EAW! He’s got that infuriating smirk on his face that drives the EAW Universe insane, but with the match currently under his control, there’s not much anyone can do about it!
Persephone: If he draws this match out with all of these bullshit holds just for “real graps”, I might get in the ring and bloody him up myself!
Gavin Kirkland: Somehow, I don’t think that Caroline would let you anywhere near him to be able to do that!
Stew-O: Methuselah reaches up and behind him to grab the head of Jake Smith, and as forcefully as he’s able to, he executes a snapmare to flip Jake Smith in front of him, landing on the canvas in a seated position right in front of Methuselah, who has had enough of Jake’s grappling as he connects with some strikes of his own for retribution!
Gavin Kirkland: A 12 to 6 elbow right to the shoulder of Jake Smith, then another to the other shoulder, and one more for good measure right on the roof of the Process’ head! And now a knee smash right to the spine of Jake Smith, which immediately causes Jake to arch his back in pain!
Persephone: Methuselah grabs a fistful of Jake’s hair in order to drag him up to his feet, and then takes his wrist to send him running towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Jake rebounds and runs back towards Methuselah, how original.
Stew-O: Methuselah looks to intercept as he launches himself forward, looking to tackle Jake Smith to the canvas with a jumping shoulder block, but Jake Smith demonstrates some of his own agility and expertise with a sliding evasion, completely undercutting Methuselah’s attack and even managing to cause Methuselah to fall down to the canvas behind Jake!
Gavin Kirkland: Jake kips right back up and turns around as Methuselah tries to scramble back up to his feet! Methuselah makes it to a kneeling position before Jake Smith rushes up right behind him and launches himself off his feet, connecting with the back of Methuselah with a basement dropkick that drops Methuselah right back to the canvas with impunity!
Stew-O: Jake turns Methuselah over onto his back and just begins slapping the hell out of the Overman! That can’t be a good idea!
Jake Smith: (off-mic) Placeholder, huh? Just a placeholder? A FUCKING PLACEHOLDER? SHOW YOUR GOAT SOME RESPECT! I’M THE BEST CHAMPION YOUR COMPANY HAS EVER HAD, BAR NONE!
Gavin Kirkland: And some more slaps from Jake Smith who’s unloading some aggression after the events of Road to Redemption from last week, as well as any pent up aggression he has towards Methuselah after all of that ‘placeholder’ talk that Methuselah sent his way! I guess this is an alternative to therapy, but I’m not sure how many elitists ever go for therapy anyways.
Persephone: If they went to therapy, they probably wouldn’t work here anymore.
Gavin Kirkland: I feel like YOU need therapy, too.
Persephone: I think YOU need to get bent.
Stew-O: Focus, people! Methuselah is starting to get angrier and angrier after all of the slaps that Jake Smith is sending his way, but before that anger can spark into something worse, the Process connects with a heavy knee smash right to the side of the Overman’s head that absolutely ROCKS him, sending him into a daze that Jake is more than happy to capitalize on!
Gavin Kirkland: And capitalize he does, as he forces Methuselah into a seated position before executing a shoulder claw to the right shoulder of the Chairman! Say what you will about Jake, but this is a smart move from him right here, not only weakening Methuselah’s ability to get the shoulder up in the case of a pinfall but also making any spear that Methuselah executes painful for the Overman as well instead of just Jake!
Stew-O: He’s clenching that shoulder claw as hard as he can, but the pain seems to awaken Methuselah from the daze that knee smash sent him into and the Overman wastes no time in reaching back and grabbing a hold of Jake’s arm, using it to yank Jake down, abruptly causing Jake’s chin to crash into the roof of Methuselah’s head!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah at least knew he was going to do that and managed to brace for it, I think that little stunt has Jake stunned as he staggers back, clutching at his jaw in pain as he tries not to lose his footing! It’s wasted effort though, because Methuselah is rising back to his feet and he is looking absolutely BLOODTHIRSTY!
Persephone: Did someone say blood? :adpeek:
Gavin Kirkland: Stop.
Stew-O: A stiff kick to the midsection causes Jake Smith to double over in pain, and Methuselah wastes no time in locking in the double underhook before LAUNCHING Jake overhead with a classic Meth FX throw, causing Jake to go a pretty remarkable distance before crash landing on the canvas. That looked like it hurt quite a bit!
Gavin Kirkland: I don’t think Methuselah is done yet as he stomps his way over to where Jake landed and immediately drags him back into the same position, double underhooking those arms and then going for ANOTHER Meth FX throw… and he’s able to connect with it, just wearing Jake Smith down with attacks! Constantly getting thrown by the double underhook has to be making both of Jake’s arms sore, a pretty underrated aspect of Methuselah’s Meth FX suite of moves!
Persephone: Gawd, you’re going to make me gag with all of this psychological mumbo jumbo; where’s the violence?!
Stew-O: Well it’s not a no disqualifications match, Persephone, I don’t know what you’re expecting! Methuselah rises to his feet yet again and makes his way over to where Jake landed the second time, once again dragging him up to his feet just to get right back into that double underhook position yet again! Is he going for a third Meth FX throw?!
Gavin Kirkland: Wait, he’s doing something different here… he’s got both of those arms trapped in the double underhook by wrapping one of his arms around them, and he’s using his free arm to apply a guillotine chokehold! That less commonly seen Meth FX Guillotine is locked in right here, and Methuselah is doing what he can to choke the Process out and secure his final victory of 2025! Will he be able to see it through to the end?!
Persephone: Jake looks like he’s going to pass out with all of that pressure being applied to his throat, and Caroline is smacking the apron telling him to lock in!
Gavin Kirkland: I wish she’d smack me like-
Persephone: STOP.
Stew-O: With Jake’s arms locked in that double underhook behind him and his throat getting choked out, he’s in a bad position right now as he does his best to flail around to loosen Methuselah’s grip! Methuselah isn’t looking to loosen up at all, though, and it may be curtains for- oh, maybe not!
Gavin Kirkland: Jake’s taking a different approach, reaching his foot back and trying to find the ropes! Methuselah is trying to keep Jake away from them, but he’s not able to exert that much force to stay in place while also trying to keep Jake’s arms trapped and the chokehold locked in! Jake keeps inching closer and closer until…
Stew-O: ROPE BREAK, THE REF CALLS FOR IT! Jake gets the tip of his boot onto the middle rope and causes the rope break, leading to Methuselah releasing the hold and leaving Jake coughing and sputtering as he falls down to his hands and knees! The Overman glowers down at the man he calls the Placeholder with a menacing expression in his eyes!
Gavin Kirkland: I can’t figure out if he’s impressed by Jake’s spirit or annoyed that someone like Jake is still trying to stay in this match; either way, though, the only thing that is for certain is that Methuselah is more than ready and willing to tear Jake apart as long as he walks away with the win to finish 2025 and open 2026!
Persephone: If that look in his eyes means that bell rings sooner, then please, just let him go through with it already and end it!
Stew-O: Methuselah circles Jake Smith like a shark in the water eyeing its prey, and sure enough, Jake Smith does stagger back up to his feet! He doesn’t stay standing for long, though, because Methuselah immediately takes action upon Jake getting back up by scooping him up and slamming him right down in the middle of the ring with a traditional scoop slam!
Gavin Kirkland: He’s got Jake laid out in the center of the ring, but rather than going for the pin, he decides to rush towards the ropes, rebounding off of them and making his way back towards Jake Smith with added velocity before reaching him and immediately twisting down to the canvas with a sudden elbow drop to the gut of the Process!
Stew-O: That elbow drop to the abdomen causes Jake Smith to suddenly pop up in a seated position, clutching at his midsection in pain after getting Methuselah’s entire body weight dropped with the piercing blow of the tip of his elbow! Methuselah quickly makes his way back to his feet and turns towards the seated Jake Smith, taking aim before spinning around and aiming to take his head clean off with a blistering Black Mass Execution–
Persephone: :noah: BUT JAKE DODGED IT BY FALLING BACK! THE MATCH GOES ON!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah put a LOT of force behind that Black Mass attempt, so Jake managing to dodge it really took Methuselah off balance, leaving him vulnerable for Jake Smith to capitalize by quickly reaching out and sweeping the legs of the Overman! That causes Methuselah to fall flat on his face, landing on the canvas in a prone position!
Stew-O: That causes a nigh maniacal grin to become plastered across the face of the Process as Jake Smith crawls over to the side of fallen Overman as quickly as he can, not intending to lose this opening for what it is! He reaches his arms out and wraps them around the face of Methuselah before wrenching back!
Gavin Kirkland: CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN! CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN! JAKE SMITH IS REPAYING METHUSELAH FOR THAT METH FX GUILLOTINE WITH A SUBMISSION HOLD OF HIS OWN, LOOKING TO FORCE METHUSELAH TO TAP OUT WITH THE CROSSFACE MANEUVER!
Stew-O: He’s even locking one of Methuselah’s arms with arm scissors, aiming to prevent as many methods of escape as he can in order to leave just one arm available for the Chairman of EAW to tap out with! Imagine all of the bragging rights Jake Smith could bring back to Showdown if he taps out the Overman in the final show of the year!
Gavin Kirkland: We would never hear the end of it! With that being said, of course, I’m rooting for the Showdown rep to walk away with the win here, even if it means we’d be subjected to weekly rants about how great the GOAT Jake Smith is.
Persephone: I mean, don’t you already deal with that every week anyways?
Gavin Kirkland: True…
Stew-O: It may very well get exacerbated, because Jake is putting ALL of his effort into wrenching this crossface and forcing Methuselah to tap out! Methuselah is obviously in searing pain right now, but he’s refusing to tap out despite the referee asking him if he’s giving up! Jake keeps on wrenching harder and harder!
Gavin Kirkland: It turns out that may backfire, though, because Jake is wrenching so far back that it’s actually making it a little bit easier for Methuselah to swivel his legs out from behind him! The Overman is able to get his legs in front and release the tension of the crossface! Jake still has his arms wrapped around the face of Methuselah, but now the Chairman of EAW is able to push himself back and actually get his back on top of Jake’s body, managing to pin his shoulders to the canvas! The referee slides in for the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Persephone: Oh BROTHER, why’d he kick out?!
Stew-O: I think he might want to actually win the match, Persephone. Jake does kick out in quite a panic, though, almost having lost the match with that reversal from Methuselah, but by putting the Process in that position, Methuselah cemented his escape from the hold as Jake releases the crossface immediately in order to kick out!
Gavin Kirkland: That’s all Methuselah needed in order to create some distance between himself and the Process, and now they’re both starting to stagger up as they try to keep up with each other and recuperate from the damage they’ve faced thus far! It’s been a pretty competitive match so far, and honestly, I feel like that fact damages the egos of both men in the ring, who both think they’re so much greater than the other!
Persephone: If one of them actually was so much better, this match would already be over by now. :cmon:
Stew-O: Ultimately, Jake is the first to get up since Methuselah is still reeling from the effects of the more recent crossface, and after stumbling a bit to stay on his feet, Jake makes his way towards Methuselah who is just staggering back to his feet himself!
Gavin Kirkland: Jake looks to knock Methuselah out right as he gets back to his feet, getting a little skip to his step as he approaches before suddenly launching his foot out and attempting to superkick the head right off of the Overman’s shoulders–
Stew-O: BUT METHUSELAH BACKSTEPPED AND CAUGHT JAKE’S BOOT, NOT ALLOWING THE SUPERKICK TO CONNECT! Jake is hopping on his free foot, telling Methuselah not to do it… but Methuselah DOES do ‘it’, which in this case is using the caught foot to spin Jake Smith out!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah does a spin of his own in the opposite direction, connecting HEAVILY with the side of Jake’s head with a Black Mass and utilizing the opposite spins to his advantage for a heavier impact! That kick alone has Jake’s knees buckling and the Process nearly collapses down to the canvas, but Methuselah doesn’t let it happen, catching the wrist of Jake Smith before he’s able to fall over!
Persephone: Oh for Gawd’s sake, just let him fall over and pin him already! End the match! End the match! End the match!
Stew-O: Are you trying to start a chant?!
Persephone: If it helps end the match, then maybe!
Gavin Kirkland: Luckily for you, I think Methuselah IS trying to end the match, because with that wrist clutch, he looks to send Jake Smith running with an Irish whip– wait, no, it was a fakeout, he pulls Jake right back towards him!
Stew-O: And Methuselah catches him on the pullback, jumping up as he does and yanking Jake Smith down to the canvas with a painful impact as he plants him with a reverse STO! That may have hurt Methuselah to an extent as well, but the impact was distributed across the entire surface area of his back, while Jake took the entire impact straight to the face! Brutal!
Gavin Kirkland: WOAH, but Methuselah isn’t done yet, he arches his leg back and pulls it right against the face of Jake Smith while he locks both of his hands together! He transitioned Jake right into a Koji Clutch out of that jumping reverse STO, and now Jake is right back to a bad predicament as he’s getting his head wrenched like crazy!
Persephone: Finally, I think he’s about to tap! He has to tap! I’ve EARNED him tapping!
Stew-O: Weird way to phrase that, but he really might tap here, he’s right in the center of the ring with no ropes in range so he’s not able to get himself a rope break to escape! Methuselah seems to have planned this all out perfectly to force Jake to tap out, and that may be happening right here! Jake is lifting his hand shakily, and the referee runs over to check for the tap–
Gavin Kirkland: WOAH! THAT’S NOT A TAP! JAKE JUST HIT THE JAW OF METHUSELAH WITH A BACKFIST OUT OF DESPERATION! Methuselah has a more shocked expression than a pained one, not seeing that coming at all, but the pain definitely starts to set in as Jake begins rapid-firing those backfists until Methuselah is forced to release the Koji Clutch!
Stew-O: Smart call from him, if he tried keeping it locked in for any longer, Jake may have ended up knocking the Overman out with those backfists! Methuselah rolls away and Jake Smith does as well, and this time neither of them are particularly quick to get back to their feet! That situation had BOTH of them reeling, with Methuselah getting hit with those backfists and Jake nearly getting his head ripped off with that Koji Clutch!
Persephone: Imagine if he DID get his head ripped off :ahh:
Gavin Kirkland: …You really do need therapy, don’t you?
Stew-O: I don’t think therapy can fix that. Don’t think it can fix you, either, for that matter. Moving on, it looks like this time it’s Methuselah that’s the first one to get back to a standing position, albeit rather slowly with his jaw clutched in his hands as he’s still recuperating from the damage he suffered while trying to get Jake to tap out!
Gavin Kirkland: Jake Smith is starting to get up too, with Caroline trying to gesture that Methuselah is approaching… I think Jake already knows that’s coming, though, and isn’t able to do too much about it as he’s getting completely exhausted by the brunt of the damage he’s experienced! Methuselah does get to him and fires off a heavy closed-fist punch right to the jaw of Jake, giving a bit of retribution for the damage that the Overman sustained!
Stew-O: Right afterwards, he yanks the head of Jake Smith right under his arm before hoisting him up with a vertical suplex lift! We saw him attempt this earlier, but Jake was able to evade it last time! This time, though, it looks like Jake is just too dazed to do anything about it, leading to Methuselah PLANTING Jake Smith with that Ego Death Driver, and he doesn’t hesitate at all to hook the leg off of the impact and goes for the pinfall victory right here and now! Does he have it?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: BUT JAKE SMITH KICKS OUT! Methuselah is looking irate at the resilience on display by the Process, and it looks like he’s aiming to harness that indignant rage against Jake as he begins staggering up and dragging Jake up alongside him by the hair! Jake looks like he’s out on his feet, and he may just be TRULY knocked out as Methuselah arches his arm back…
Stew-O: AND GOES FOR THE UCONN LARIAT TO KNOCK THE PROCESS OUT COLD! BUT NO, JAKE SMITH MANAGES TO DUCK UNDERNEATH IT, REVEALING THAT HE’S STILL GOT SOME MORE FUEL IN THE TANK THAN HE WAS LETTING ON! METHUSELAH STUMBLES A BIT WITH THAT EVASION AND JAKE LOOKS TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT AS HE SUDDENLY POPS RIGHT BACK UP AND YANKS METHUSELAH INTO AN INVERTED FACELOCK!
Gavin Kirkland: AND HE SPINS HIMSELF AND METHUSELAH DOWN TO THE CANVAS… PROPHETIC CONNECTS! THE SIGNATURE ROLLING CUTTER OF JAKE SMITH LANDS RIGHT ON TARGET AS JAKE SMASHES THE FACE OF THE OVERMAN INTO THE CANVAS WITH ALL THE ROTATIONAL FORCE HE COULD MUSTER! HE CRAWLS OVER AND GRABS A HOLD OF THE CHAIRMAN’S LEG, HOOKING IT AS TIGHTLY AS HE CAN AS THE REFEREE SLIDES RIGHT OVER AND COUNTS THE PIN!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Persephone: OH COME THE HELL ON! HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?! THAT WAS A SIGNATURE MOVE!
Stew-O: Jake Smith is just as irate as you are, slapping the canvas angrily as he starts yelling at the referee for not counting fast enough!
Jake Smith: (off-mic) WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING JOKE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU A METHUSELAH PLANT?! COUNT FASTER! I HAD THAT MATCH WON! I BEAT METHUSELAH! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Referee: (off-mic) STAY IN YOUR LANE, I COUNTED AT THE SAME SPEED I ALWAYS COUNT!
Gavin Kirkland: The pressure of the match is getting to Jake as he’s starting to think that Methuselah has a conspiracy against him with the referee being in on it! I don’t think that yelling at the referee is going to help Jake’s cause at all, though, and Jake quickly realizes that this isn’t going to get him anywhere.
Persephone: Surprisingly self-aware for someone as endlessly delusional as him, I’ll admit.
Stew-O: He turns his attention away from the referee and back towards Methuselah, who starts to stagger back up to his feet with his face clutched in his hands in pain! I think Jake may be looking to end it all against Methuselah as he measures the Overman up, clearly looking for something big here as he takes aim…!
Gavin Kirkland: Methuselah does make it back to his feet, and Jake immediately turns the Overman to face him before turning himself around and LEAPING UP INTO THE AIR! STARMAKER! HE GOES FOR THE STARMAKER, HIS DEADLY FINISHING JUMPING CUTTER!
Stew-O: BUT NO, METHUSELAH HAD IT SCOUTED, SHOVING JAKE FORWARD BEFORE JAKE COULD YANK METHUSELAH’S FACE RIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! JAKE SMITH STUMBLES FORWARD, BUT HE DOESN’T MANAGE TO GET AWAY AS METHUSELAH IMMEDIATELY LURCHES FORWARD AND YANKS JAKE’S HEAD RIGHT INTO AN INVERTED FACELOCK!
Persephone: HE HOISTS JAKE UP WITH THAT INVERTED FACELOCK… AND DROPS HIM WITH AN INVERTED VERSION OF HIS SIGNATURE IMPALER DDT! THE BACK OF JAKE’S HEAD IS DRIVEN RIGHT INTO THE MAT, AND I THINK AT LONG LAST THIS MATCH MIGHT FINALLY BE OVER AS METHUSELAH PUSHES BOTH OF JAKE’S SHOULDERS AGAINST THE CANVAS FOR THE PIN!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Gavin Kirkland: BUT NO, JAKE SMITH SOMEHOW MANAGED TO KICK OUT OF THAT! HE KICKED OUT OF THE INVERTED IMPALER DDT, AND METHUSELAH IS GETTING INCENSED!
Methuselah: (off-mic) FINISH HIM!
Stew-O: METHUSELAH HAS HAD ENOUGH AS HE STAGGERS HIS WAY TO THE CORNER, MEASURING JAKE SMITH UP AS HE’S LOOKING TO END THIS MATCH WITH HIS DEADLY AND INFAMOUS FINISHING MANEUVER, THE SPEAR! HE’S CALLING FOR IT! JAKE SMITH SLOWLY STARTS TO COME TO AND TRIES GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET!
Gavin Kirkland: HE TURNS AND SEES METHUSELAH SPRINT TOWARDS HIM, AND HIS LIFE FLASHES BEFORE HIS VERY EYES! OVER FOR THOU! SPEAAAAAAAAAR!
Stew-O: WHAT THE HELL?! JAKE SMITH LEAPT AS HIGH UP INTO THE AIR AS HE COULD, CAUSING THAT SPEAR TO MISS! METHUSELAH FALLS TO HIS KNEES IN A KNEELING POSITION AS JAKE STUMBLES PAST HIM AFTER LANDING ON HIS FEET!
Persephone: JAKE BREAKS INTO A STUMBLING RUN TOWARDS THE ROPES, REBOUNDING OFF OF THEM TO GAIN SPEED BEFORE RUSHING TOWARDS THE KNEELING METHUSELAH!
Gavin Kirkland: AND HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF FORWARD, LOOKING TO END IT ALL WITH THE GOD COMPLEX, HIS FINISHING SHINING WIZARD FINISHING MANEUVEEEER!
Stew-O: BUT THIS TIME METHUSELAH MANAGED TO DUCK HIS HEAD DOWN, EVADING THE GOD COMPLEX AND CAUSING JAKE TO FALL! METHUSELAH BURSTS TO HIS FEET AS JAKE SCRAMBLES TO HIS! METHUSELAH HITS THE ROPES AS JAKE TURNS AROUND-
Gavin Kirkland: OVER FOR THOU! THE SPEAR CONNECTS AND CUTS JAKE SMITH IN HALF! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! METHUSELAH HOOKS THE LEG OF THE PROCESS AND THE REFEREE SLIDES IN FOR THE COUNT!
ONEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… METHUSELAH! EEEELEEEEVAAAATIOOOOON!
(“FINISH HIM” sounds over the speakers, and “Vent” by Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar plays over the arena speakers once again to loud cheers as Methuselah arises and awakens from the knocked out Jake Smith before getting helped to his feet to get his arm raised by the referee.)
Persephone: Thank gawd it’s finally over!
Gavin Kirkland: Don’t thank gawd, gawd is dead! Thank the Overman! This was a really hard fought match on both sides and Jake definitely brought his A game!
Stew-O: For tonight, though, Methuselah managed to come out on top and get two back to back marquee victories for himself to finish off the year! Congratulations to the Overman!
(The video feed lingers as Methuselah celebrates his victory, clutching at his shoulder in pain before he raises his left arm in victory, while Jake slowly comes to and looks on in disappointment alongside Caroline, before the feed fades to black.)
(Festival of Lights returns and cuts to the stage where Jake and Eve are at the podium.)
Eve: That was quite a match between Methuselah and Jake Smith, wouldn’t you agree?
Jake Mercer: :mjcry: I miss my name twin on Friday nights.
Eve: I’m sure you do but we have more awards to hand out. Next up is the award for ‘Extreme Moment of the Year’! Here are the nominees!
(The audience inside The Sphere are treated to highlights of each of these insane moments.)
(KASAI ELECTROCUTES METHUSELAH IN THE ULTIMATE X MATCH – SHOCK VALUE 2025)
(DRAKE ARMSTRONG & HANS GRAYSON USE A GRENADE AND ACID TO WIN WAR GAMES – TERRITORIAL INVASION)
(DR. BETHANY BLUE THROWS JAY JERRY JOHNSON INTO ‘THE DEATH PIT’ THAT IS FILLED WITH NAILS, SYRINGES, EXPLOSIVES, AND GLASS – BLOODSPORT 2025)
(BEA VALENTINE ENTERS WAR GAMES AS LIZZIE BORDEN AND GOES HAM WITH AN AXE – TERRITORIAL INVASION)
(TLA AND MINERVA BLEED OUT INTO BUCKETS – BLOODSPORT 2025)
(VEENA ADAMS SENDS XANDER PAYNE INTO ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT FROM THE UPPER FLOORS – THE LAST STAND)
(SAORI AIZEN POURS HAND SANITIZER INTO CANDICE BLAIR’S OPEN ARM WOUND – BLOODSPORT 2025)
Jake Mercer: And the winner is… DRAKE ARMSTRONG AND HANS GRAYSON FOR THEIR USE OF ILLEGAL ITEMS!!!
Eve: How did they even get a grenade and acid? You know what? It doesn’t matter.
(We are all left to ponder that as ‘Pride & Arrogance’ starts to play and the reigning King of Elite walks onto the stage. He is flanked by Charles, his butler, who accepts the award for Drake and polishes it with a little cloth that probably cost more than Jake and Eve both make as commentators. The crowd boos the hell out of Drake, but he doesn’t give a shit.)
Drake Armstrong: There is not much to say at the moment as I am in the midst of preparing for a match later on tonight. Not just any match, mind you. At long last, the reigning King of Elite will take his rightfully earned place atop this industry. Adam Lucas will no longer carry 20 pounds of gold once this night comes to an end, and it will be I who enters 2026 ruling Voltage with an iron fist.
(The crowd is not receptive to this at all and they absolutely let Drake know how they feel. He merely brushes them off.)
Drake Armstrong: Though I suppose there is some irony in the fact that ‘Fireheart’ and myself find ourselves sharing a year-end reward. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I simply tried to make it work with that simpleton. I set us up for success but Hans saw fit to defy me at every possible turn. He was not content to take the easy path towards the top and he paid the price for his insolence. It matters not if he returns this season or simply fades into obscurity, because I am on the cusp of becoming a world champion for the first time in my career. Voltage will be remade in my image when all is said and done, and there will not be a single person stopping me from doing exactly what I want.
(A Cheshire cat-like grin crosses Drake’s handsome face and he allows the crowd to shower him with their disdain.)
Drake Armstrong: Change is inevitable, as is my ascension. Adam Lucas can’t save Voltage from the tyranny that is coming its way once I get my hands on that championship and may what happened to dear Hans serve as a reminder that I, Drake Aldrich Armstrong, have no qualms about getting the blood of my detractors on my hands.
(With that, Drake steps back from the podium and beckons for Charles to follow him out. The crowd is beside themselves because while they don’t like Adam Lucas, he’s certainly a better alternative as champion than Drake Armstrong.)
(Once Drake disappears backstage, Jake and Eve are shown on stage right, holding microphones.)
Jake Mercer: Strong words from the reigning King of Elite, who seems hellbent on winning the EAW Championship tonight.
Eve: Prayers for Voltage, hm?
(Eve and Jake look at one another and laugh.)
Jake Mercer: Nah! Captain Charisma can keep him in check.
Eve: And having watched Adam Lucas on Showdown, he is more than capable of knocking Drake out later on tonight. But you know what, Jake?
Jake Mercer: What Eve?
Eve: We have another award to hand out!
Jake Mercer: :wow: Here are the nominees for Tag Team of the Year!!!
(The tron lights up with all the hot tag team action that we’ve been treated to over this past year.)
(THE BRITISH INVASION)
(FIRE & ICE)
(SHOWTIME!)
(ELYSIUM)
Eve: And the award goes too…
Jake Mercer: FIRE & ICE!!!!
(The crowd erupts as ‘I2I’ by Magnolia Park starts to play. Hand-in-hand, Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts walk onto the stage. They are dressed to compete and stop before they get to the podium. Rex twirls his wife, dips her, and plants a kiss on her lips. Raven giggles, and the crowd eats it up, absolutely loving these two and everything they represent. They head to the podium, look at their awards, and grin at one another.)
Raven Roberts: We did it! We did it!
(There is a playful tone to Raven’s voice and Rex just shakes his head.)
Raven Roberts: In all seriousness, I think it goes without saying that the teams we were nominated alongside were just as deserving.
Rex McAllister: How awkward would it have been if Elysium would have won?
Raven Roberts: :mjlol: I almost wish they would have just for the lulz.
Rex McAllister: And while Showtime! has yet to truly leave a mark in the tag team division, they’re on the rise and I could see them giving us a hard time the next time we face them.
Raven Roberts: And the British Invasion…
Rex McAllister: :wow: Tough.
Raven Roberts: Credit where credit is due. They made us work to get these titles, and honestly? To come full circle since we both returned and to end up in a team again has been nothing short of amazing. This has been one of the best times of my career and sharing the ring with you will always be my favorite thing to do.
(Rex smiles softly at his wife and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. Raven leans into his touch and rests her head on his shoulder.)
Rex McAllister: It’s been a magical run for Fire & Ice and we both have to thank everyone who voted for us. While Raven and I both maintain our singles championship aspirations, we both agree that at this point we are better together. We’re both former world champions and have seen and done pretty much everything there is to do in this business, and while our hunger and our ambition continues to grow as we both want more, right now, there is no place I would rather be than fighting beside Raven. Over the last couple of years we have watched the Jaded Hearts and the British Invasion elevate the profile of these Unified Tag Team Championships and we wanted to do our part.
Raven Roberts: We wanted to continue to raise the level that our predecessors set and hopefully set that bar incredibly high. So far, teams have come close but no one has been able to knock us down, and going into 2026, I look forward to seeing who steps up to the plate. Rex and I are committed to representing Dynasty as the Unified Tag Team Champions and it’s going to take a lot for another team to take these from us.
Rex McAllister: I guess Silas World has a chance to make a statement in a moment should they find some way to beat us, but whatever happens, happens. Fire & Ice are here for the long haul and we’ll continue defending these belts against anyone who decides to step up to the plate.
Raven Roberts: Consider that an open challenge to any team in EAW as we head into 2026.
(Raven and Rex look at one another and smirk, before picking up their awards and holding them up. The crowd pops loudly for the champions and after a moment, Festival of Lights fades to a commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Chewy featuring Steroid Dawg and TLA. It’s not late to order a last minute Christmas treat for your favorite pet!)
(Festival of Lights returns from a commercial break with graphic flashing across the screen for the next match.)
(https://i.ibb.co/fzRnbfSw/FIRE-AND-ICE-SILAS-WORLD.png)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A COUPLE VS COUPLE MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Another World’ by Gojira hits as Silas Mason leads Donovan Duke and Harper Lee to the stage, drawing some of the loudest boos imaginable from the crowd. Donovan Duke and Harper Lee look visibly dissatisfied, just as Silas does who now has a huge scar on his forehead, over what happened at Road to Redemption, but they keep their composure high as they make their way toward the ring.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!… ACCOMPANIED BY SILAS MASON!… DONOVAN DUKE AND HARPER LEE!… THEY ARE!… SILASSSSSSSSSSSSS WORLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gavin Kirkland: This whole thing clearly isn’t being taken seriously by both of them, especially Donovan Duke, who treats this match like some kind of joke despite knowing full well that Silas World is more than capable of dismantling the Unified Tag Team Champions. In his mind, the system is attacking him again, and of course, he’s already playing the fucking victim.
Persephone: First of all, I hate this match, and second, that sounds like pure bitch behavior to me. Crying because things don’t go your way is fucking pathetic, but considering it’s Donovan Duke, honestly, what did anyone expect?
Stew-O: From her perspective, this match represents a necessary nuisance rather than a distraction. After losing the National Elite Championship, restoring credibility becomes the priority, and that means proving a point through action. The objective is clear, to demonstrate that Fire and Ice can stand unified and overpower Donovan Duke and his partner, and that statement is intended to be made undeniable tonight.
(Harper Lee and Donovan Duke enter the ring while Silas Mason remains stationed at ringside. ‘I2I’ by Magnolia Park then blasts through the arena, further aggravating Silas World as Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts make their entrance. The Unified Tag Team Championships rest on their shoulders as they head toward the ring with clear competitiveness and seriousness, their focus and intent evident as they prepare for the match.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING THEIR OPPONENTS!… AT THE COMBINED WEIGHTS OF 360 POUNDS!… THEY ARE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!… REX MCALLISTER AND RAVEN ROBERTS!… FIRE AND ICE!
Stew-O: What Fire and Ice are doing here is marching in with a clear commitment to the fundamentals of tag team wrestling as their standard approach, and that is exactly what they must show tonight.
Persephone: I honestly don’t care about what any of these teams feel or whatever lofty goals they think they have tonight. I just want this match to end as fast as possible so we can move on without me having to suffer through things I already hate.
Gavin Kirkland: There’s a lesson being taught here by Rex, aimed straight at the arrogance coming from Silas World, the idea that anyone stands beneath them. Raven Roberts is clearly looking to exploit every desperate maneuver they throw out, turning it against them and exposing the reality that Silas World isn’t above anyone, especially not the reigning and defending Unified Tag Team Champions.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: This match is officially underway here inside the Sphere in Las Vegas as two established pairings collide on the Christmas special show tonight. There is real history threading through this contest, and both teams have reasons to make this encounter count in the seasonal record books! Expect methodical pacing early before emotions inevitably take over.
Persephone: The second this bullshit was announced, I prayed for the Extreme Elimination Chamber to materialize out of thin air. At least that would wake me up, but his shit is a perfect insomnia cure! I might finally get some sleep dreaming about actual violence!
Gavin Kirkland: Hey, I am perfectly content as long as Rex McAllister is involved. That man is a work of art! I am thriving right now!
Persephone: SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT SLIMY OLD MAN! Stop talking to me about him before I lose the little patience I have left and KILL YOU!
Stew-O: Personal preferences aside, things are already moving quickly here between Rex McAllister and Donovan Duke! Bell rings, and the opening competitors step forward without hesitation! A collar and elbow tie-up forms immediately as strategy and positioning take priority early on! This is about control before escalation!
Gavin Kirkland: Pace is already tilting fast in favor of Donovan Duke as he darts around the ring, trying to overwhelm the slower Rex McAllister with sheer speed and urgency! That quick burst turns into a tight waistlock, arms wrapped around the midsection as he looks to yank him down hard and seize early control!
Stew-O: Excellent balance on display here as the attempt is completely neutralized. Rex McAllister plants his feet, lowers his center of gravity, and uses body weight intelligently to deny the takedown. Donovan Duke is trying to establish authority early, but fundamentals and patience are shutting that plan down!
Persephone: Oh great, it is slowing to a crawl already! GREAT!- I mean, FUCK! I wanted chaos, I wanted violence, and instead I get two guys hugging it out like some fucking confused tourists. I do not get paid enough to suffer through this every week while EAW tries to put me to sleep with matches that pretend they are building toward something meaningful!
Stew-O: Momentum was inches away from fully swinging in Donovan Duke’s favor, but the veteran instincts kicked in at the perfect moment for Rex! The arm is captured, the grip is pried loose, and control shifts immediately into a standing reverse chinlock by Rex McAllister to drain the pressure right back out of the situation!
Gavin Kirkland: For someone at that age, the composure is unreal! This is exactly why nothing ever truly spirals out of control when Rex McAllister is involved and why the Tag Team Championships are staying right where they belong with Fire and Ice!
Persephone: Motherfucker, he gets way too much credit for doing the bare minimum. This dude sucks just as much as the idiot he is in there with. If either of them could actually hurt someone, maybe I would care, but this is sloppy cuddling with zero chemistry from two completely incapable fucks!
Stew-O: A brief lapse in positioning creates an opening here for Rex! The hold loosens just enough and Donovan Duke slips free, turning sharply and swinging with a lariat that could change everything if it lands clean-
Gavin Kirkland: CONNECTS! Rex McAllister gets taken down hard, and now the little showoff is back at it again. One takedown is never enough for him, and he has to start parading around like he just solved world hunger!
Persephone: I do not know who the fuck he thinks he is calling himself the best, but at the end of the day he is an insufferable little clown who cannot back up any of that ego. If this is the best he has, this match is already a lost cause.
Stew-O: Back to his feet in a flash, Donovan Duke fires off a sharp kick to the midsection that snaps McAllister backward and forces him down to one knee from the sheer recoil of the impact!
Gavin Kirkland: Quick thinking on display as Donovan Duke tries to turn this in Silas World’s favor! Arms wrap all the way around, grip tightening, and this looks like the setup for a Double Armed Suplex!
Stew-O: The Lionheart refuses to be contained! Hands pry free, the grip is broken, and the opening is seized instantly!… UP HE GOES AND STRAIGHT OVER THE HEAD WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! TREMENDOUS TECHNIQUE AND TIMING TO SWING MOMENTUM BACK IN HIS FAVOR! DOWN GOES DONOVAN!
Persephone: EAT SHIT! That fucking bastard just got planted when he was supposed to prove something! I told you all from the start, and I am always right… DONOVAN DUKE SUCKS!
Gavin Kirkland: That rough landing leaves Donovan Duke flat on his back and scrambling to recover! He stumbles up straight into Rex McAllister’s shoulders… AND GETS DROPPED WITH A FIREMAN’S CARRY TAKEDOWN! EXTRA IMPACT ADDED FOR EMPHASIS AND THE LEG GETS HOOKED!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: A burst of desperation kicks in and Donovan Duke forces himself free just before the count reaches three! That was dangerously close!
Stew-O: The pace and control tell the story right now! Rex McAllister is dictating the flow, selecting his moments carefully, and so far the response from Donovan Duke suggests a widening gap in execution and composure!
Persephone: Yo, speed this shit up and put this thing out of its misery already. One fast count and my night improves dramatically. Dragging this out is just some fucking cruel punishment for everyone watching!
Gavin Kirkland: This is shaping up to be a long night before we truly find out which couple has the superior strategy here! And the big question hangs in the air, is Silas World really the future of the Tag Team Championship?!
Persephone: Not going to lie, the tag team lineage is already rotting in hell because these dogshit elitists keep grinding it into the dirt week after week.
Stew-O: Momentum continues to favor Rex’s approach as Donovan Duke is hauled back to his seat and immediately met with a short-arm scissors lock as the pace deliberately slows and the pressure tightens, forcing restraint rather than explosion and daring a more reckless response!
Gavin Kirkland: Patience is clearly the game plan right now. There has to be a moment waiting to be seized, but forcing it too early would be a mistake, and sometimes you need your opponent to overcommit before the door really opens!
Stew-O: Both arms of Rex McAllister are now wrapped tightly around the attacking arm of Donovan Duke, cutting off leverage. This is an intelligent way to neutralize earlier strikes and sap power reserves before they can be fully unleashed!
Persephone: You know, I do not care what they are trying to accomplish right now, but if someone snaps an arm and makes the crowd horrified, maybe then I will start paying attention!
Gavin Kirkland: Hey, I thought you actually liked Rex.
Persephone: What the fuck are you talking about? Your brain moves slower than your mouth and you sound like a dumbass! Stop talking to me and do your job!
Stew-O: There is a desperate effort to build a base here as Donovan Duke using the shoulder blades to inch off the canvas and create breathing room, but the space vanishes immediately. Pressure is reapplied with Rex forcing him flat again while the arm remains completely trapped against the mat!
Gavin Kirkland: No mercy being shown at all! There is zero intention to leave even the smallest opening and this is exactly where control becomes suffocating as the trap is fully sprung and it is becoming a nightmare to navigate out of.
Persephone: Silas Mason looks absolutely stressed watching this and I cannot lie, it is hilarious. He looks like a fucking idiot trying to be serious with that stupid ass Harry Potter scar and a haircut he stole from Chris Elite plastered on his head!
Gavin Kirkland: A burst of survival instinct kicks in as space finally gets created just enough to start firing back! Sharp elbows from Donovan Duke start smashing into the side of the head, trying to loosen the grip and buy time, but the pressure never relents, and the counter effort is getting smothered almost immediately!
Stew-O: The plan stays intact here as discipline takes priority for Donvoan Duke as a sharper elbow finds its mark straight to the bridge of Rex’s nose, forcing separation and finally allowing the grip to break! That opening is used immediately as control shifts!
Gavin Kirkland: That shot sent him reeling, and now composure is regained in a hurry! Momentum builds in a straight line and here comes the charge!… SPEAR FROM DONOVAN! THAT CUTS REX CLEAN IN HALF!
Persephone: That was the weakest excuse for a spear I have ever seen. Jesus fucking christ, retire the damn move already if that is all the strength you have left, and honestly, taking that with zero defense just makes Rex look like a complete idiot!
Gavin Kirkland: Strong enough to flatten him though, and the leg gets hooked right away!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: Not enough to finish it! Power kicks out at two and this one stays alive!
Persephone: Exactly my point! Weak ass BITCH!
Stew-O: Awareness on full display here as the sequence continues for Donovan Duke.Thinking one step ahead, evious & Debonair explodes off the canvas and immediately tackles Raven Roberts off the apron the moment the pin is broken! Roberts crashes hard to the floor and that threat is neutralized for now!
Gavin Kirkland: Perfect chaos being created! An opening appears and it gets exploited instantly as Harper Lee is sliding through the ropes and accelerating from behind Donovan passing him, momentum carries her forward and HERE IT COMES!-
(CRASH!)
Gavin Kirkland: THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE… STRAIGHT INTO A DDT! ONE HALF OF THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS GETS SPIKED BY HARPER LEE AND ROBERTS IS WIPED OUT COMPLETELY!
Stew-O: Every movement has been coordinated with intent and Silas Mason is clearly orchestrating the moment from the outside! That reaction says everything about how satisfied he is with how Silas World is operating right now!
Persephone: And why the fuck is Silas Mason reacting like a kid getting his first taste of soft serve ice cream? The man is pushing 85 and still throwing celebrations like a fucking toddler. Act like a grown man for once in your miserable life! You too, Gavin. FUCKING CUNT!
Gavin Kirkland: What did I do????
Stew-O: Harper Lee now quickly running up and around the ring and up and quickly reaching hands out for Donovan Duke to make a tag and Donavon reaching out for her while Rex tries to relapse with himself…
(TAG!)
Gavin Kirkland: HARPER LEE IS HERE! Finally jumping into the fray! Business has just picked up in a very attractive way!
Persephone: Oh great. Here comes this annoying, bratty fucking whore to ruin any little interest this match had left.
Stew-O: The setup is already in motion as Rex McAllister is hoisted into position, Donovan Duke applying the electric chair with precision as the tag is made. From there, Harper Lee ascends to the top with clear intent, perfect timing, perfect balance… AND THAT ELEVATION TURNS INTO AN ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP COMBINED WITH A DIVING BLOCKBUSTER BY BOTH MEMBERS OF SILAS WORLD ON REX!
Gavin Kirkland: Tag team chemistry on full display here. Seamless transition into offense, and what a rhythm they are establishing already as the Lionheart is left sprawled! Duke wisely maintains outside control while Harper Lee immediately dives into the cover, absolutely ravenous for the victory!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: And that was dangerously close but not quite enough, Rex McAllister somehow finding the resolve to kick out at TWO after that explosive tandem assault!
Persephone: Thank fucking GOD. Even if I don’t give a shit about that old bastard anymore, watching this bitch win anything in life would make me physically ill. You know what? Wake me up when someone starts bleeding or getting their skull caved in.
Stew-O: Immediate control is taken as Lee gets her hands on Rex, creating separation from the seated position and reestablishing her base on both feet. Momentum builds as she hits the ropes… AND COMES BACK WITH A PENALTY KICK STRAIGHT TO REX’S JAW! A SHARP KICK THAT’S DESIGNED TO STUN AND DISORIENT RATHER THAN RUSH THE FINISH!
Gavin Kirkland: That shot lands flush with full velocity, and suddenly there is urgency in the offense as Lee pours on the pace against one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions. Sequence keeps flowing for her with a smooth roll-through into a rolling double knee drop across Rex’s abdomen… TRANSITIONING INTO A MOONSAULT DOUBLE KNEE DROP THAT CRUSHES THE MIDSECTION WITH INSULT TO INJURY!
Persephone: She’s just prancing around like she’s gifted or some shit. This is just some overgrown hag convincing herself the universe spins around her. Newsflash, you fucking suck, and the sooner you disappear, the better.
Stew-O: No pin attempt follows, which speaks volumes about intent. Instead of capitalizing immediately, Lee chooses to climb deliberately to the second rope and then higher, measuring her risk while Rex remains grounded and visibly struggling to manage the damage.
Gavin Kirkland: Meanwhile, Raven tries to force her way back inside, only to be shoved back with authority by Donovan Duke, keeping the perimeter locked down. Hey, show some respect to a legend, you little shit!
Persephone: She doesn’t even know you exist, bro. That’s the smartest thing anyone’s done tonight.
Stew-O: From the top, the danger escalates as Rex is left vulnerable beneath her. The leap connects… DIVING MOONSAULT ON REX! THAT ONE FLATTENS HIM, AND THE LEG IS HOOKED IMMEDIATELY FOR THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Gavin Kirkland: Outside, the defensive wall starts to crack as Duke fights to hold position, but Raven finally breaks free and slides back into the ring!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gavin Kirkland: JUST IN TIME, RAVEN DIVES IN TO BREAK IT UP BEFORE THREE, SAVING REX FROM BEING SHUT DOWN!
Stew-O: Frustration boils over immediately as Harper Lee reacts to Raven’s intervention, stomping her down with reckless urgency. Now, the situation escalates further as Donovan Duke enters the ring to join in, turning this into a numbers game, and Silas Mason’s encouragement from ringside only amplifies the misconduct.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Persephone: Look at this shit. A whole army of cowards. Pussy World really does live up to the name, huh?
Gavin Kirkland: Referee is desperately trying to rein Donovan in, wagging fingers and issuing warnings, but Duke turns around and starts arguing right back! Now Silas Mason inserts himself into the discussion and suddenly, the referee is getting shoved around verbally from every direction!
Stew-O: What the hell? That’s a clear distraction! While the official’s attention is pulled away, the chaos creates an opening, and Rex is only just getting back to his feet when a blatant eye rake blinds him momentarily, giving Lee yet another advantage!
Gavin Kirkland: Vision compromised, Lee wastes no time and charges the ropes to capitalize on it all-
Stew-O: CODEBREAKER FROM THE GROUND BY RAVEN ROBERTS CUTS HER OFF COMPLETELY! The timing is immaculate, Lee drives down hard as Silas Mason immediately realizes the danger and starts shouting at the referee to regain control!
Gavin Kirkland: Still shaken, Rex stumbles back toward the corner of his team as Duke storms forward, fury written all over his face…. A FOREARM CRACKS ACROSS RAVEN’S JAW! And she’s hurled toward the ropes with bad intentions-
Stew-O: SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE KICK ON THE RETURN BY RAVEN ROBERTS! The Flying Kick explodes against Donovan’s jaw and sends him crashing through the ropes to the outside! Absolute shock etched across Silas Mason’s face!
Persephone: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO that was fucking hilarious to watch. Yeah, get fucked, Donovan. You were never good. NOT FUCKING ONCE!
Gavin Kirkland: Desperation is written all over it as Raven drags herself through the ropes and onto the apron, and Rex McAllister finally senses the opening that has been forming here and…
(TAG!)
Stew-O: The tag is made cleanly, a quick tap to the shoulder blade as Raven slips out and Harper Lee scrambles up, trying to intercept Rex at the corner before momentum fully shifts-
Gavin Kirkland: AND NO! POWERSLAM CONNECTS! Exploding out of the corner through sheer pain tolerance, Rex scoops Lee up and drives her into the canvas with a thunderous powerslam!
Stew-O: Now, Raven heads straight to the top, Rex creating the space and flattening the field to set the stage for the Bird of Prey to announce herself…. STANDING MOONSAULT CRASHES DOWN ON LEE! RAVEN COMES ALIVE WITH DECISIVE OFFENSE!
Persephone: Okay? Donovan Duke is crawling back in like a fucking needy ex and absolutely nobody gives a shit-
Gavin Kirkland: BASEMENT DROPKICK FIRES OFF INTO DONOVAN! Any hope of reentering gets erased as Rex blasts him back down to the apron, putting up a wall of defense before Duke can even think about interfering!
Stew-O: A cover follows immediately as Raven Roberts hooks the leg on Harper Lee!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: THE KICK OUT COMES AT TWO, HARPER LEE REFUSING TO CONCEDE ANYTHING, CERTAINLY NOT HANDING FIRE AND ICE AN EARLY HOLIDAY VICTORY!
Persephone: The only gift I want for Christmas is this match ending in a pool of blood or someone pulling the plug on this money laundering bullshit altogether. Couple match my ass, this is a disgrace to wrestling!
Gavin Kirkland: Momentum is being sharpened now as Raven Roberts refocuses with precision after the kickout, and it feels like she is only getting started with Harper Lee. The lift comes in quickly, hooking her over the shoulder, and this looks like an attempt at that Northern Lights Suplex!
Stew-O: A strong base is being maintained on Lee’s end, doing everything possible to stay upright. Short, compact elbows are driven into the side of Raven’s head, disrupting the lift and forcing separation before the suplex can be completed!
Gavin Kirkland: On the outside, Rex is still doing his part to keep Donovan Duke occupied, though Duke is starting to push back now as Silas Mason watches closely, barking orders and urging Donovan to respond.
Stew-O: The escape finally comes through a barrage of elbows… FOLLOWED BY A SUDDEN BICYCLE KICK STRAIGHT TO THE CHEST, SNAPPING RAVEN BACK AND BUYING LEE A BRIEF OPENING!
Gavin Kirkland: Refusal to fold is evident as Raven fires back with a Muay Thai kick of her own, but Lee slips underneath the strike and circles behind… REACHING IN FOR A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX TO SHUT THIS DOWN!
Persephone: Oh, please. She’s not seriously trying to lift Raven, is she?
Stew-O: Arms get hooked, but Raven reacts quickly, pulling her own arms free to break the grip before blasting Lee in the face with a sharp back elbow that staggers her backward!
Gavin Kirkland: There’s still composure in Raven’s movement, still awareness in how she’s fighting-
Stew-O: SPINNING BACKFIST TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Gavin Kirkland: And just as control seemed within reach, the back of Raven’s head gets cracked by an irate Harper Lee, frustration clearly fueling the aggression as resistance continues to mount!
Stew-O: Recovery is instantaneous as Lee springs onto the shoulders from behind and snaps it through… POISONRANA DROPS RAVEN HARD ON HER HEAD! THAT WAS RUTHLESS!
Persephone: That was shit, actually.
Gavin Kirkland: Raven is left staggering on her knees as Lee rises back to her feet, explodes into the ropes, and comes charging in at full speed… RUNNING METEORA SMASHES INTO RAVEN AND PLANTS HER!
Stew-O: Something clearly goes wrong at ringside as Rex senses the danger and tries to disengage from Donovan to get back into the ring and stop the momentum.
Gavin Kirkland: But that effort gets shut down immediately as Donovan grabs the waistband and yanks him back… STRAIGHT INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT DRIVES REX BACK FIRST INTO THE FRONT ROW BARRICADE!
Stew-O: Capitalization comes instantly as Lee recognizes Raven will not stay down easily. The climb to the top is swift, damage already done by the meteora, and she launches again… DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP CRASHES DOWN ON RAVEN!
Gavin Kirkland: Scrambling forward, Lee drapes herself over Raven for the cover. Could this finally be it?
Persephone: Please.
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Gavin Kirkland: NOT THAT SIMPLE, AS RAVEN ROBERTS POWERS OUT AT TWO AND REFUSES TO STAY BURIED!
Persephone: Welp. We’re getting close, but it would help if the referee could count like a competent adult. Who the hell keeps hiring these people anyway?
Stew-O: Tension is starting to spill over as Harper Lee looks on the verge of losing her composure, but Silas Mason is barking orders from ringside, urging restraint and control before things spiral further.
Gavin Kirkland: That composure needs to come quickly if Lee wants to capitalize and close this out, and hold on a second, what exactly is Donovan Duke doing right now?
Persephone: Oh my god, this act never ends.
Gavin Kirkland: Into the ring he goes, deciding to take matters into his own hands and unloading his frustration directly onto the referee over what just happened!
Donovan Duke: (Off-Mic) What the hell is wrong with you? Do you even know how to do your job?
Referee: (Off-Mic) What happened isn’t my problem, and you better watch how you speak to me. young man. I will disqualify you if you don’t get out of my face right now-
Donovan Duke: (Off-Mic) Listen to me very carefully, motherfucker…
Gavin Kirkland: And while all of this chaos unfolds, something is being slipped into Harper Lee’s hands by Silas Mason!
Stew-O: THAT’S ONE OF THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS! This is bad news all over again. The referee is completely consumed by the confrontation and has no idea what’s happening behind him.
Persephone: This is exactly why I thank some higher power exists that I’m not stuck commentating on Showdown every week. Watching this garbage ass stunt is exhausting.
Gavin Kirkland: Struggling to her knees, Raven tries to rise, completely unaware of what’s coming as Harper Lee charges in from behind-
Stew-O: HOLY SMOKE! WHAT A BEAST-LIKE LARIAT FROM REX! LEE WAS SECONDS AWAY FROM FLATTENING RAVEN, BUT INSTEAD SHE GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT BY A PERFECTLY TIMED INTERCEPTION FROM THE LIONHEART!
Gavin Kirkland: That is why Rex McAllister is still one of the most dangerous men in this company! All about pure instinct and raw power on display!
Persephone: Guys, he’s just an angry dinosaur swinging arms!
Gavin Kirkland: Shock flashes across Donovan Duke’s face and panic follows as he sprints in, trying to take Rex’s head off with a running knee lift!-
Stew-O: The strike misses as Rex sidesteps, and Raven finds her footing at the same time! Donovan turns straight into both of them, charging forward… DOUBLE LIFTING KNEE FROM FIRE AND ICE DROPS DONOVAN DUKE!
Gavin Kirkland: Bodies are scattered everywhere as Donovan Duke is down and Harper Lee finally drags herself back up after absorbing that vicious lariat from Rex, but control immediately shifts as Raven seizes the opening!
Stew-O: Positioning is textbook here, Rex holding that kneeling base as Raven bursts forward with full commitment… FROSTBITE CONNECTS! THE RUNNING BULLDOG SNAPS LEE DOWN ONTO THE BRACED KNEE OF REX MCALLISTER, AND THAT COMBINATION WIPES OUT THE TROUBLEMAKER!
Persephone: FUCK THAT BITCH UP!
Stew-O: A COVER FOLLOWS IMMEDIATELY, RAVEN HOOKING THE LEG AS DONOVAN DESPERATELY CRAWLS TOWARD THE RING, ONLY FOR REX TO STEP IN AND BECOME AN IMMOVABLE BARRIER BETWEEN HIM AND THE SAVE!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Stew-O: NO, ONLY TWO AGAIN! HARPER LEE JUST BARELY FINDS THE POWER TO KICK OUT AND STAY ALIVE!
Persephone: Fucking WHY?
Gavin Kirkland: Rex has made the move away by pushing Donovan off and now staying by Raven’s side at the apron and reaching for a tag as Raven comes through!-
(TAG!)
Stew-O: Rex McAllister is back in the ring with Harper Lee, struggling to get up at the center of the ring!
Gavin Kirkland: Raven is at the corner and Rex runs to behind Harper Lee and preparing for the next move to be made for Fire & Ice’s huge advantage!… FIRE AND ICE ARE LOOKING FOR KICKING IT TO HIGH GEAR WITH RAVEN UP FRONT-
Stew-O: AND SOMETHING HAS GONE VERY WRONG HERE AS REX SUDDENLY CANNOT MOVE FORWARD, AND THE REASON BECOMES CLEAR IMMEDIATELY WITH SILAS MASON GRABBING HOLD OF HIS LEG FROM THE OUTSIDE!
Gavin Kirkland: BUT RAVEN WAS ALREADY LINING UP FOR THE YAKUZA KICK, BUT HARPER LEE FORCES HERSELF OFF THE CANVAS AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND, ROLLING HER THROUGH INTO A TIGHT VICTORY ROLL… AND IT TRANSITIONS STRAIGHT INTO A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP THAT FLOORS RAVEN!
Persephone: Can someone please drag that creep out of here already? Why is he always like this?
Stew-O: Patience finally runs out as Rex breaks free and storms after Silas Mason around the outside of the ring!
Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Persephone: YEAH! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
Gavin Kirkland: Panic sets in as Silas is scrambling away, Rex is closing the distance and he’s about to catch him-
Stew-O: OLE RELIABLE! DUKE SPRINGS UP AND BLASTS REX WITH A BRUTAL RIGHT HOOK, CATCHING HIM CLEAN AND DROPPING HIM TO THE FLOOR! SPARING SILAS FROM ANY FURTHER TROUBLE!
Gavin Kirkland: The entire momentum has flipped on its head for Fire and Ice! Raven gets dumped to the outside, Rex is rolled back into the ring, and now Donovan and Harper Lee regroup with killer’s intent!
Stew-O: Positioning is deliberate as Donovan charges past the ring and heads for the opposite corner, Harper Lee steadying herself as Rex struggles upright in the center. Both of them sprint in at once… COLLIDE O’ SCOPE HITS THE MARK! THE SUPERKICK AND RUNNING KNEE LIFT CRASH INTO REX’S HEAD SIMULTANEOUSLY, THE MEET IN THE MIDDLE SIGNATURE ABSOLUTELY CRUSHES HIM!
Gavin Kirkland: THE ADVANTAGE IS CLEARLY SWINGING IN FAVOR OF SILAS WORLD RIGHT NOW AS HARPER LEE DROPS INTO THE COVER ON REX MCALLISTER, AND DONOVAN DUKE STANDS GUARD OVER RAVEN ROBERTS AFTER LEE TOSSING HER OUT TO THE FLOOR!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Gavin Kirkland: THAT’S GOT TO BE IT, SILAS WORLD HAS WON IT!
Stew-O: NO, NO, NO! A KICKOUT AT TWO! SOMEHOW, REX POWERS THROUGH AND SURVIVES THAT DEVASTATING SIGNATURE COMBINATION! SHOCK AND DISBELIEF RIPPLED ACROSS THE FACES OF EVERYONE ALIGNED WITH SILAS WORLD!
Persephone: These people in the Sphere are losing their minds because their precious favorite refuses to stay down, and meanwhile I’m being dragged inch by inch through this hellscape, watching it continue!
Gavin Kirkland: Urgency is setting in fast for Silas World after that didn’t finish the job, and now the gears are turning toward something far more sinister. Donovan Duke snaps both of Rex McAllister’s arms the moment he turns around, and here comes Harper Lee climbing to the second rope. This looks like Breaking Point, they want to end this right now!
Stew-O: Hold on, movement on the apron as Raven Roberts gets there just in time, springing up to the top rope as Harper Lee prepares to launch-
Gavin Kirkland: OH MY GOD!
Stew-O: SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA! HARPER LEE IS RIPPED OFF THE TOP ROPE AS RAVEN COMES FLYING IN TO MAKE A SPECTACULAR SAVE! DONOVAN DUKE IS FROZEN IN DISBELIEF, COMPLETELY STUNNED BY WHAT HE JUST WITNESSED!
Persephone: Did someone spike her bloodstream with rage or something, because that was unhinged.
Stew-O: Harper Lee is taken out before the finishing sequence can even begin, but Donovan immediately pivots and goes after Raven, wasting no time as he looks for Fall From Grace!
Gavin Kirkland: The toss comes through for the alley oop facebuster attempt, but Rex is right there, catching Raven mid-flight and safely bringing her down before disaster strikes!
Stew-O: An approach is made again, but Donovan gets blasted back by a pair of knife edge chops that create separation instantly!
Gavin Kirkland: Momentum keeps building as Rex charges in with a sharp jumping knee that sends Donovan Duke flying through the ropes to the outside with violent force!
Stew-O: With Duke down on the floor, Raven wastes no time, sprinting across the ring and hitting the ropes with ferocious velocity behind her… FLYING DESTROYER!!!!!!!!!!!! SUICIDE DIVE TRANSITIONS INTO A CANADIAN DESTROYER AND SPIKES HIM ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gavin Kirkland: BUT CHAOS OPENS OPPORTUNITY, AND HARPER LEE SLIPS IN FROM BEHIND, CATCHING REX OFF GUARD WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLL UP IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THIS MADNESS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Gavin Kirkland: SO CLOSE! THAT ALMOST STOLE IT, BUT REX MCALLISTER KICKS OUT AT TWO!
Stew-O: NO HESITATION AFTERWARD AS HARPER LEE POPS BACK TO HER FEET, IMMEDIATELY TRYING TO SHUT DOWN ANY MOVEMENT WITH DRAGON FIST!
Persephone: SHE SWINGS AND MISSES BECAUSE SHE’S AN IDIOT, AND NOW REX IS ABOUT TO PUT HER DOWN SO I CAN FINALLY SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT HIM TONIGHT!
Gavin Kirkland: Caught in mid motion, Lee is hoisted high into the air… OLYMPIC SLAM! ONE OF MANY REX’S SIGNATURE POWER MOVES CRUSHES HER INTO THE MAT, AND NOW THE COVER FOLLOWS!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Stew-O: Somehow, Harper Lee manages to power out at two and stays alive in this match, clinging to victory by the narrowest margin for her team.
Persephone: She’s doing that purely out of spite because I don’t want to be here…. I HATE THIS!
Gavin Kirkland: Now there’s a shift in intent as Rex looks ready to put an end to this, reaching down and snatching one of Lee’s legs while she’s vulnerable, trying to cinch in the Rex Lock!
Stew-O: And Silas Mason is at it again. Why does this man always feel the need to insert himself at the most critical moment possible?
Gavin Kirkland: He’s trying to make sure Harper feels safe because if he doesn’t, I swear I’ll get out of my chair and knock him senseless myself!
Persephone: You’re not part of the team, you absolute weirdo.
Stew-O: Attention gets pulled away as Rex tries to shake Silas off while the referee is distracted once more.
Gavin Kirkland: Hold on, movement from behind as Donovan Duke gets back up and shoves Raven away, sending her crashing spine first into the edge of the apron before sliding back into the ring!
Stew-O: Focus turns too late as Rex doesn’t see the danger closing in right behind him-
Gavin Kirkland: COURTEOUS COLLAPSE CONNECTS! Duke traps him tight, scoops him up, and snaps him down in one fluid motion with the double chickenwing into a swinging reverse STO!
Stew-O: No hesitation at all as Donovan drags Harper Lee into the corner to get her out of harm’s way and slaps the tag immediately!
(TAG!)
Persephone: That’s not strategy, that’s just saving her from more embarrassment and dragging the team down.
Gavin Kirkland: Freshman storms in as Donovan charges straight at a stunned Rex, hooking both arms and looking to finish this… RUINS AND DEMISE-
Stew-O: TALON! CLAYMORE KICK! RAVEN ROBERTS IS BACK IN THE RING JUST IN TIME, INTERCEPTING THE EXECUTION AND BLASTING DONOVAN RIGHT IN THE JAW!
Gavin Kirkland: INSTINCT KICKS IN IMMEDIATELY AS REX CAPITALIZES, HAULING DONOVAN UP….. AND DRILLING HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT WITH REX EFFECT! TWO HALVES OF A HEART COLLIDE PERFECTLY FOR FIRE AND ICE!
Persephone: Please… just end this already!
Stew-O: A COVER IS MADE ON DONOVAN DUKE! THIS COULD BE IT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(DING DING DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS!… FIRE & ICE!
Persephone: FINALLY! IT’S OVER! LET’S FUCKING GO! KILLING MYSELF: POSTPONED!
Gavin Kirkland: That was about as close as Silas World ever came to stealing a victory tonight, but in the end, arrogance and the obsession with proving superiority worked directly against them. Fire and Ice shut that illusion down with ruthless execution, tactical precision, and raw power, and they proved that truth emphatically by beating them here tonight.
Stew-O: From a structural standpoint, this was an excellent couple versus couple contest. It captured the essence of tag team wrestling with both teams bringing distinct philosophies into the fight but at the end of the day, only one team adapted better under pressure, and that distinction belongs to Fire and Ice, who have reaffirmed themselves as the superior tag team coming out of this bout.
(‘I2I’ by Magnolia Park plays as Rex and Raven receive their Unified Tag Team Championships and embrace at the center of the ring, celebrating their victory. Meanwhile, Silas World is left scattered on the outside, Donovan Duke and Harper Lee grounded in frustration as Silas Mason melts down at ringside. Disappointment and exhaustion hang over Silas World as the Christmas show fades into a commercial.)
(The camera returns to show Eve and Jake Mercer standing on the stage. They take the podium with a smile on their face before beginning to speak.)
Eve: What a tag team match we just got the chance to witness between Fire & Ice and Donovan Duke & Harper Lee, but with that in the books, the EAW Awards push on. This time we have ‘Comeback of The Year’!
Jake Mercer: Here are your nominees!
(The titantron lights up as highlights are shown of the nominees, with their names appearing alongside them.)
(BRIAN DANIELS)
(CY HENDERSON)
(SOSA HENDERSON)
(MILLI BANKS)
(MS. EXTREME)
(CHRIS ELITE)
(ARIA)
(It then transitions back to Eve and Jake as they open the envelope and read what’s inside.)
Jake Mercer: And the winner of the ‘Comeback of The Year’ award goes to…
Eve: CY HENDERSON!
(The crowd erupts as ‘Saint Pablo’ by Kanye West begins to play through the speakers, and for the first time since Territorial Invasion, the camera goes over to show Cy Henderson as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He takes a brief scan around with a serious expression on his face, before making his way over and accepting his award from Eve and Jake. As he takes a look down at it, he steps onto the podium.)
Jake Mercer: We’d also like to congratulate Cy for winning ‘World Heavyweight Champion of The Year’ as well!
(The crowd once again shows their support for the EAW Hall of Famer as his theme begins to come to a close. After a moment, Cy takes the mic, as he begins to speak.)
Cy Henderson: A quaint little phrase, isn’t it? ‘Comeback of The Year’ implies that there was a point where I was gone, and a point where I arrived, and that story wraps up nicely with a bow on top. It implies that the journey was just about showing up, waving to the crowd, selling a couple t-shirts to a bunch of nostalgia merchants, and then fading gracefully into the background like a good little legend is supposed to do. But for Cyclone here, that’s not exactly what happened, is it? When I walked back through those curtains after seven years of absence, I didn’t come back to be just another nostalgia act, a stepping stone for the next face of the “New Era” to wipe his boots on. I came to see a man who, after sometime, grew to hate this business, could come back and find his love again like he did all those years ago. And what you ended up seeing, in fact, what ended up winning me this award in the first place, is the answer to such a question.
(The crowd once again reacts positively to Cy as he pauses in between what he’s saying. After a brief moment, he continues on.)
Cy Henderson: I didn’t just “come back,” I took the throat of Friday Night Dynasty and squeezed until the pulse of the brand beat in time with mine. I took the World Heavyweight Championship at Grand Rampage, I main-evented Pain For Pride, I stood at the top of the mountain while the so-called future of the business gasped at my feet, and above all else, I defied the logic that says an old dog can’t learn new tricks, and instead, I taught the young dogs that they still have a hell of a lot to learn about the bite. All of that, yet it couldn’t stop the inevitability of Territorial Invasion, a Marquee Event that I know all too well, rearing its ugly head and stopping me in my tracks. Michael Machina took my title from me and raised it high above his head, and I spent the next three months in silence, while the whole world asked themselves in bated breath what would be next for Cy Henderson.
(Cy takes a moment to let his own words sink in, as he takes his time to think it through.)
Cy Henderson: Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t show up the following week, didn’t they? You all thought that when the title changed hands, the anomaly was corrected, that you could go back to your regularly scheduled programming without the thought of Cy Henderson looming above your head. Hell no. You were wrong. I am not done, even now, I’m not going to be one of your vanity acts that shows up for applause but disappears when the bell rings. I am not done until I say I am done. You can throw these celebrations. You can pretend the hierarchy has shifted back to normal. But my silence wasn’t a resignation, it was a refresh before I came back to take what I never should have lost.
(The crowd once again reacts to this, as Cy continues.)
Cy Henderson: So, enjoy your holidays. Enjoy your champagne and your false sense of security. But as the new year rolls around, and the very first Friday Night Dynasty of 2026 emerges, trust that I will be there. And I’m not coming for a handshake, or a cute little “tHanK yOu cY” chant. I am coming for the one thing that validates this entire existence. I am coming for the World Heavyweight Championship. I don’t care who stands in the way of that, I have done the impossible before… and I will do it again. Everything before this was only the prologue.
(‘Saint Pablo’ begins to play up once more as Cy steps away from the podium. He takes one more brief moment, award in hand, to scan around at the crowd who reacts loudly to the Hall of Famer’s presence. After a moment, he then turns around and takes his leave. While he does, Eve and Jake take the podium once more.)
(The camera returns to show Eve and Jake Mercer standing on the stage as they move on to the next award after Cy Henderson takes his leave. They take the podium with a smile on their face before beginning to speak again.)
Eve: Congratulations again to Cy Henderson, and now we move on the next award, and that is the Female Promoer of the Year.
Jake Mercer: And there were some really good ones but there can be only one. Here are your nominees!
(The titan Tron lights up as highlights are shown of the nominees, with their names appearing alongside them.)
(MILLI BANKS)
(HARPER LEE)
(VEENA ADAMS)
(BEA VALENTINE)
(MS. EXTREME)
(RAVEN ROBERTS)
(MINERVA)
(It then transitions back to Eve and Jake as they open the envelope and read what’s inside.)
Jake Mercer: And the winner of the “Female Promoer of The Year” award goes to…
Eve: … MINERVA!!!
(“Blood, Milk, & Sky” by White Zombie starts to play as the crowd starts to boo, some cheer as the gorgeous and dark Minerva slowly walks out in her black and orange wrestling gear, she is followed by Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes in their street clothes. Together they are ToXXXin. She gets to the podium and is handed the award by Eve and Jake Mercer. Mercer whispers something in her ear, Minerva looks back at him And smirks before licking her finger and pressing it across his lips. She then gets to the mic as her theme dies down.)
Minerva: Promoer of the Year. I should have been Female Elitist of the Year, but I digress. I don’t need some stupid award to tell me that I am the best, right ladies?
(Both Daniella and Selina nod as the crowd boos.)
Minerva: This is the second time that I have won this award. It is pretty apparent that Minerva has a forked tongue and when speaking my mind so eloquently others listen. For years I have stood in front of the camera and spoken the truth behind the lies and all of you have listened. Whether it was something that my opponents wanted to hear, disagreed with or tried to oppose, I never sugar coated anything nor have I been the type that speaks hyperbole without merit to my words. This is why you recognize me for the words spoken.
(Pausing for a second, Minerva looks out to the sold out Sphere, and then starts to chuckle as she is joined with smiles also by Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas. She continues to speak.)
Minerva: And yet, unlike in years past I really do not care what you think of me or my words for what I speak is not for your entertainment, it is to relay a message much like my match coming out, for what I speak, I do, never going back on my words through actions, and instead continue my domination of this company and brand. Listen to me closely, like you have done in my promotional takes. There is a new power in this company and what this award states is that I am not only the best talker in the industry, but that what I say people pay close attention to. It is not word salad from the likes of Drake Armstrong, Limmy Monaghan or Joso. There are no gaps to my sentences, only truth.
(she looks at the award for a moment before smiling and then looking back up with the trophy in hand.)
Minerva: But if you think that I am going to thank you all and be honored for choosing me, you’re wrong. I don’t care about your recognition, all I want is what belongs to me, to ToXXXin. But thank you for choosing me to win this, for finally seeing that Minerva is more than just the most talented woman in the ring, but is the complete package, even if you got the Female Elitist of the Year wrong. And I walk to the ring shortly to once again take care of business, remember this, Do as I say, not as I do. I am the most charismatic Elitist in this company, and it is about time all of you realized. Now kindly all of you can go to hell.
(The crowd starts to boo as Minerva holds the award up and smiles. Daniella and Selina applaud her as “Blood, Milk. & Sky” play throughout the arena. Jake Mercer claps hard as Eve also acknowledges her as The Black Rose licks the award and holds it up in the air as it fades to an ad for EAW in 2026.)
(The graphic for the next match appears on the screen.)
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Bella Braxton: The following is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: And it is a TRIPLE THREAT match!
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes hits the speakers and the crowd breaks out into a loud roar as Limmy Monaghan emerges from the back, a determined look on his face as the first man to set the tone for this stacked triple threat. He tags a couple of fans on his way down the ramp, but mostly, all that he cares about is getting in there and going to work.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, weighing in at 227 pounds, from Golden Beach, Florida, he is “THEEE ACCEEE” … LIIMMMYYYY! MOOONAAGGGHHAAANNNN!!!!
Stew-O: Going into Road To Redemption, Limmy Monaghan obviously had high hopes to become World Heavyweight Champion for a second time, and we’ve seen the pursuit that he’s been on to just attain that accomplishment in general. Instead, his night ended in heartbreak as he was the second eliminated in the Extreme Elimination Chamber thanks to Drake King, but when you see how stacked this match is–he’s got one hell of an opportunity to turn his misfortunes around and re-enter the title picture like nothing happened. And it goes without saying, we all know that Limmy is capable of doing it.
(As Limmy’s theme fades out, ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie then begins playing, and once again, the fans are going crazy as Minerva creeps out from the back with a smile on her face. She feeds off the energy of the fans, carrying her gypsy chain around as she makes her way down the ramp with a knowing glance at Monaghan in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: His opponent, weighing in at 122 pounds, residing in Cassadaga, Florida, she is the “BLACK ROSE”, MMIIIINNNNERRRRRVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Persephone: Unlike Limmy Monaghan, Minerva actually won at Road To Redemption 🙂↔️. That said, I’m sure she has all kinds of thoughts in her head considering how the show ended and the fact that Toxxxin beat the trio of Drake, Kai, and Hans before Drake found a way to make it about him. If she wins tonight, she could be watching that main event match closely.
(The two wait in the ring for a moment, then ‘LIKE WEEZY’ by Playboi Carti blares throughout the building and Joso makes his way out from the back, fired the hell up. He beats his chest and marches down the ramp, tagging the fans. He hops side to side, ready to go, and then he slides in the ring and climbs the middle rope, posing and extending his arms out.)
Bella Braxton: Lastly, weighing in at 206 pounds, from Bronx, New York, he is the “STAR PLAYER” … JOOOOOOSSSSSOOOOOOO!!!
Gavin Kirkland: Sometimes, I’m still surprised that this guy is back in the ring in THIS year after what we saw take place at Territorial Invasion, but it’s hard to discredit Joso. He left Road To Redemption with a victory over Jake Smith, and we all know that this guy is bound to become a multi-time world champion, much like Limmy desires. Tonight is a great step to getting there. We’ve got world champions and future Hall Of Famers int his one, and Joso’s gotta prove that he is indeed the Star Player by putting these two to shame.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: We’ve got three absolute superstars in that ring right now, and you can feel it as the crowd is buzzing. I don’t blame them whatsoever, and I don’t have the slightest clue of which one of these three are gonna leave with the win—let alone throw the first strike, so this makes this one all the more anticipating to call. There’s no doubt that we have the best seat in the house tonight.
Persephone: You’re doing tricks on it. This has potential to be a great match, I won’t lie, but you’re treating this one like it’s life or death.
Gavin Kirkland: The thing is, none of these three have zero problem wrestling that way, and Limmy immediately comes barreling out of the gates with a massive forearm smash to Minerva! The Hall Of Famer crumbles up and Limmy is beating down on her in the corner! Joso, do something!
Stew-O: I don’t think he needed you to direct him, as he rushes over and grabs Monaghan by the shoulders, pulling him off and throwing a big right hand to the jaw! Limmy staggers, but he fires off one back to Joso! These two are trading punches in the center of the ring, until Limmy intervenes with a big knee to the ribs. Joso staggers backwards, holding at his side.
Gavin Kirkland: Limmy quickly comes off the ropes, but Joso rises back to his feet and he dropkicks his knees out! Limmy falls flat onto his face, but he’s rising to his fours, meanwhile… Joso hits off the ropes and rebounds both side—
Persephone: Nope! That idiot runs right into Minerva and she sends him crashing to the floor! Limmy’s trying to take advantage-
Stew-O: Only for Minerva to fly into a kick to the side of his head! She gets Limmy down to the canvas and rolls him over, quickly hooking his legs!
Referee: OOOOONNNNNEEEEE-
Gavin Kirkland: But Limmy pushes her off with ease. It’s too early for any real close falls in this matchup, and Minerva follows Limmy up. She stomps him on the toe, and then throws a punch right to the throat! Limmy falls into the ropes and Minerva takes the wrist for an irish whip, shooting him across the ring—
Stew-O: He reverses with one of her own! Minerva comes off the ropes and swings for his skull, but he slides underneath and grabs her by the waist, throwing her across the ring with a german suplex! Minerva rolls away, holding the back of her head in pain! Limmy isn’t done just yet, as he rises to his feet and feeds her up in the turnbuckles.
Persephone: Oh brother… here we go again with this guy.
Stew-O: IMMEDIATE running European Uppercut to Minerva in the corner, and Limmy pulls her out and wraps his arms around her waist, tossing her across the ring with a massive belly-to-belly suplex! He’s rocking right now, and Minerva is not in the position whatsoever to stop the onslaught that Limmy is bringing to the table right now!
Gavin Kirkland: Well it’s no good if she doesn’t! Come on Minerva, I believe in you! I know you can do this!
Persephone: Ew, what is wrong with you? Limmy is continuing to beat the hell out of her, and I don’t think she’s gonna start fighting back simply because a creep said so.
Stew-O: Limmy pulls her back up and grabs her by the head, looking to lift her vertically…!!! But Minerva floats behind and sends him chest-first into the turnbuckles! He bounces off and she grabs the waist, looking for a german suplex of her own! NO WAY—
Gavin Kirkland: Only for Limmy to spin out and hook the waist, heaving her up again….! Minerva wraps the legs around Limmy’s waist in wheelbarrow position and yanks him down into a victory roll release!
Persephone: FACE-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! I HOPE SHE SENT A COUPLE TEETH DOWN HIS THROAT FROM THAT! COME ON!
Stew-O: I’m not sure if she did, but Limmy stumbles backwards, and he’s dazed! JOSO FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SLINGBLADE THAT NAILS LIMMY AND BRINGS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Minerva is still trying to recover, which leaves the field open for Joso!
Gavin Kirkland: He runs to the ropes and springboards up, completing the combination with a MOONSAULT! He looks for a cover!
Referee: OOOOONNNNNEEEE—
Persephone: And Minerva immediately pulls him off. I don’t know what he was expecting.
Stew-O: Maybe just blind hope at that rate, but Monaghan wastes no time rolling out of the ring to recover. That leaves Joso and Minerva in there with one another, and we know the history that these two have—dating back to their match at Operation: Doomsday earlier this year for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Crowd: # CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Gavin Kirkland: The fans are clapping as these two eye each other down and cautiously circle the ring, looking to get a feel of one another. They’re not going to play into the chaos but instead make this more about who’s the better individual wrestler!
Persephone: I’m not sure why do that. This sportsmanship isn’t going to serve anyone in the end. If I was Minerva? I’d do everything in my power to stomp these guys head in from the very beginning.
Gavin Kirkland: What? You have no idea what you’re talking about.
Persephone: And you do?
Stew-O: Joso steps forward to step into a collar & elbow tie-up, but it happens to be a ruse from the veteran as she ducks underneath and shoves him into the ropes instead! Joso bounces off, but Minerva gets sent back with a shoulder block!
Gavin Kirkland: She staggers into the ropes, and Joso runs forward to capitalize—only to be brought down with a drop toe hold into the middle rope! Minerva scrambles up to her feet and she quickly hits off the ropes, ready to follow up-
Stew-O: JOSO RISES TO HIS FEET AND CRACKS HER WITH A BICYCLE KICK!
Persephone: I don’t know what the fuck is compelling Minerva to stay up on her feet, but she’s gonna need more of it! Because Joso is trying another…!
Gavin Kirkland: This time, Minerva catches the leg! DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP! WOW! I’m split right now! My brain is saying Joso, but my heart is saying Minerva, and that’s exactly why! :heart_eyes:
Stew-O: Joso is clutching at that leg and slowly rising to her feet, but we know Minerva is calculated and she goes for another body part, running into a swinging neckbreaker! Down goes Joso and she hooks the legs!
Referee: OOONNNNNNNEEEEE—
Gavin Kirkland: NOOOO! Limmy pulls her out the ring from the bottom rope! He cups his hand around the back of the head and throws her into the steel steps! Down goes Minerva, and Limmy rolls right back in!
Persephone: Oh great, Limmy going right to his roots of being a pussy. :cmon:
Stew-O: He stalks Joso up to his feet and runs forward! ‘DIABLE JAMBE!’! JOSO BLOCKS IT IN TIME! It may be too early, as Joso drops and sweeps Limmy right onto his face! His mouth hits the canvas hard, and Joso runs the ropes!
Gavin Kirkland: Limmy is trying to get up, but Joso soars into a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE BACK! Limmy goes right back down to the ground, and Joso exits to the apron, pointing up top!
Stew-O: Joso ascends the top rope and Limmy is still laid out on the canvas! HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE… ‘FROG SPLASH!”
Persephone: HAHAHAHA! LIMMY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! AND JOSO HITS THE MAT LIKE A FISH OUT OF WATER! That looked ridiculous!
Gavin Kirkland: But it’s not productive for either man! Joso is down and out, but Limmy is still hurting! He grits his teeth, taking the ropes and desperately swinging himself up to his feet. He pulls Joso up and jams his head into his thighs, lifting him up in powerbomb position…
Stew-O: He’s gonna slam him down hard on the back of his neck, but hold on! Someone’s got their foot around the ankle of Monaghan! Limmy can’t follow through with Joso because he’s losing his balance!
Gavin Kirkland: THAT SOMEONE IS MINERVA! She’s not gonna stay down for long, and now Joso is throwing punches to the forehead of Monaghan!
Persephone: I think the first smartest thing that anyone’s done in this match is double team Limmy Monaghan! Get that guy outta here!
Stew-O: And then Minerva releases Limmy’s ankle, and JOSO IMMEDIATELY SENDS HIM FLYING ACROSS THE RING WITH A HURRICANRANA! That could’ve been bad for him, but Minerva pretty much saved the day! He presses his hands on the canvas, looking around…
Gavin Kirkland: Here she comes! She swings with a boot to the chest, and Joso bounces off the ropes and throws a push kick of his own! Minerva flies backwards, and Joso tries for a clothesline back out of the ring!
Stew-O: She catches the arm and twirls underneath, wrapping her arms around the waist! GERMAN SUPLEX! IT LANDS! Joso bounces off, clutching the back of his head….
Persephone: NO! FUCK!
Gavin Kirkland: BUT LIMMY FINDS IT IN HIM TO GO RIGHT BACK INTO THE ACTION! He barrels out of the corner and grabs the waist of Joso, sending him flying with a SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!
Stew-O: Minerva doesn’t even realize that Limmy is back in this match, and she turns around to face him… ‘DIABLE JAMBE!’ THE KNEE TO THE JAW CONNECTS! DOWN GOES MINERVA! AND LIMMY QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEGS!
Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Referee: TTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Persephone: MINERVA GETS HER SHOULDER UP IN TIME! THANK GOD!
Gavin Kirkland: However, that’s the FIRST two count of this match! If this one had gone a little longer, maybe that would’ve been the combination that Limmy needed in order to secure the win! Take Joso out just long enough, capitalize on a distracted Minerva, but it’s not very often Minerva is off of her game!
Stew-O: All three Elitists in this match are students of the game and Limmy caught both off guard, but I’m not sure if another opportunity like that will come again. Nonetheless, Limmy should be happy to be the first to get a two count in this match, just like a boxer ahead on the scorecards. He’s getting through to his opponents, and that’s very important.
Persephone: Limmy works his way up to his feet and he looks down at Minerva, shaking his head. He grabs a handful of her hair and turns her around, lifting her in fireman’s carry position… Fight back Minerva, I’m begging you.
Gavin Kirkland: She starts throwing elbows to the side of the head! She hooks her arms underneath Limmy’s and around to each other, but Limmy is standing his ground and won’t let her bring him down!
Stew-O: BUT HERE COMES JOSO! SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW OF LIMMY! Limmy is on wobbly legs, so Joso steps backwards and leaps up—
Gavin Kirkland: BEAUTIFUL DROPKICK! THAT SENDS LIMMY DOWN, AND MINERVA CAPITALIZES WITH A CRUCIFIX ROLL UP!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Persephone: JOSO LEAPS INTO A JACKKNIFE ROLLUP ON MINERVA! FUCK!
Stew-O: SHE’S SCRAMBLING FOR HER LIFE RIGHT NOW!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Gavin Kirkland: But Limmy comes from out of nowhere, STOMPING JOSO’S FACE IN! JESUS CHRIST! The pin is broken and Limmy quickly yanks Joso off of her!
Stew-O: He throws Joso to the ropes and pops him high up in the air for ‘EXCALIBUR!’ BUT BEFORE HE CAN CATCH HIM, JOSO FLOATS OVER! He grabs him in position for an Inverted DDT!
Persephone: Minerva is up… but please don’t run over, please don’t run over-
Gavin Kirkland: That’s exactly what she does! She sees a chance to catch Joso off guard, but Joso was waiting on her and he catches her in uranage position instead! He heaves Minerva high up in the air, AND DROPS BACK WITH THE INVERTED DDT AS HE SLAMS HER ON TOP OF MONAGHAN! GOODNESS!
Stew-O: Took a lot of power and balance out of Joso to execute that one, and he’s got Limmy exactly where he wants him! Limmy is clutching at his ribs in pain!
Gavin Kirkland: He grabs Limmy and places his head down, and wraps his arms around the waist! He lifts him upside down, trying for ‘CRIMSON P—’
Persephone: Limmy’s throwing kicks to the head while upside down! I’ll give Monaghan one thing, he’s hilarious to watch when he’s truly desperate and doing whatever it takes to win.
Stew-O: Limmy drops back down, and he holds on to the legs of Joso. He tries to lift Limmy up anyways, but LIMMY SENDS HIM OVERHEAD WITH A BACK BODY DROP!
Gavin Kirkland: NO! JOSO LANDS IT! WHAT ATHLETICISM! Limmy turns around and swings a boot, but Joso catches the ankle and spins him around! BUT AS HE’S SPINNING, JOSO SPINS WITH HIM AS HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A MASSIVE DISCUS LARIAT!
Stew-O: Where did he get the clue to do that, I’ll never know, but there’s a reason why Joso proudly held that World Heavyweight Championship at Road To Redemption! This is one of the best in the world and you’re seeing exactly why that’s the case!
Gavin Kirkland: He pulls Limmy up to his feet and tucks his head in, lifting him back upside down… ‘CRIMSON PEAK!’ MONAGHAN IS OUT OF IT! AND JOSO ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER! COME ON JOSO! COME ON SHOWDOWN!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Persephone: MINERVA THROWS HER ENTIRE BODY ON THE PINFALL JUST TO BREAK IT!
Stew-O: This one continues, and Joso has to be disheartened from that! We don’t know if Limmy was going to kick out, but from his point of view, he was so close to winning!
Gavin Kirkland: To play devil’s advocate, we all know what Limmy Monaghan is about. I’m sure he was kicking out—but the problem is having to worry about that third opponent!
Persephone: Well he’s going to have to be as tough as her as well, because Minerva has ditched trying to maintain a respectful bout as she’s throwing all kinds of shots at the head of Joso, who is desperately covering up right now!
Stew-O: He staggers up to his feet and Minerva throws a massive sole kick that doubles him over! She throws a toe kick to the jaw right after, and then a roundhouse—no! Joso blocks it, and then he turns her around, hooking the waist for a german suplex!
Gavin Kirkland: But Minerva winds back a MASSIVE back elbow that gets him to release the grip! Minerva hits the ropes, but JOSO FOLLOWS HER!
Persephone: DAMN IT! CLOTHESLINE TO THE FLOOR!
Stew-O: AND JOSO WASTES NO TIME! HE QUICKLY RUNS OFF THE ROPES! TOPE CON HILO ONTO MINERVA!!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SEQUENCE OF EVENTS! Joso drags her up and throws her insid!
Gavin Kirkland: She’s scrambling up to her feet right now, trying to regain her bearings! Joso takes the ropes and springboards up for a clothesline—
Persephone: MINERVA CATCHES HIM OUT OF THE AIR WITH A SNAP POWERSLAM!
Stew-O: WHAT THE HELL?! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A COUNTER! BUT SHE’S NOT DONE! MINERVA ROLLS JOSO TO HIS FEET AND GRABS HIM IN AN INVERTED FACELOCK!
Gavin Kirkland: ‘TWILIGHT!’ SHE JUST DROVE HER ENTIRE ELBOW INTO THE CHEST OF JOSO! AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Persephone: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! JOSO GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME! WHY MUST THIS CONTINUE?!
Stew-O: It’s continuing because these are the BEST! And these fans are absolutely buzzing right now, and understandably so!
Gavin Kirkland: MINERVA ISN’T BUZZING, THOUGH! She knows that she still has to do a lot in order to put Joso down! She drags him more towards the center of the ring and she exits to the apron! What the hell is she thinking now?!
Persephone: Maybe she’s trying to kill Joso, I absolutely co-sign that if that’s the case.
Stew-O: But as she gets up there, Monaghan re-enters the fray! He clobbers her with a forearm smash! Minerva nearly falls off the top, but he catches her by grabbing a vice-like grip on her hair. Limmy climbs the middle rope and continues to throw shots at Minerva!
Gavin Kirkland: She fights back with chops to the chest! Limmy grimaces at each chop, and then Minerva throws a nasty one right to the throat! He nearly falls off the top rope, but Minerva grabs the hair and SLAMS his head down into the top of the ring post! She might’ve cracked him open!
Persephone: Blood might be one of the most redeeming factors about what I’m witnessing in this match. I want to see someone go down, and that’s not out of stupid brand supremacy, I just want pain.
Stew-O: Well you’re about to get it, because Joso is rising up to his feet… and he snags Limmy out in an electric chair! Despite just going at it—is Joso about to help Minerva because of a mutual enemy?!
Gavin Kirkland: LIMMY’S OUTNUMBERED RIGHT NOW! HE’S TRYING TO FIGHT THAT ELECTRIC CHAIR, BUT HE’S TRAPPED! MEANWHILE, MINERVA STEADIES HERSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!
Persephone: SHE LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH A CROSSBODY TO LIMMY ON JOSO’S SHOULDERS!
Stew-O: OH MY GOD! LIMMY CATCHES HER IN MID-AIR AND ROTATES INTO A FALLAWAY SLAM—WITH A POISON RANA TO JOSO IN THE SAME MOTION! HOW DID HE PULL THAT OFF WITHOUT KILLING HIMSELF?!
Crowd: # HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Gavin Kirkland: I don’t know, but once again, the tides have shifted DRAMATICALLY! Limmy Monaghan is struggling to even stand on his feet right now, because he had to use every bit of his upper and lower body just to properly execute that!
Stew-O: Joso is clutching at the top of his head, he didn’t even get much rotation because he was hampered by Limmy not being able to do a full poison rana with Minerva in his arms! But actually, that means it turns out BETTER for Monaghan!
Gavin Kirkland: I’m sure he knows! He wants to beat Joso, he wants to beat Minerva, he knows these two but he’s dug even deeper just for this moment!
Persephone: This is not at all what I signed up for…
Stew-O: Limmy sees Joso clutching his neck, and he made a mistake of blatantly showing his target! Limmy grabs him up and tucks his head in, and then he lifts him up, cradling him! JOSO FLAILS DESPERATELY….!!!
Gavin Kirkland: ‘CLOUDBURST!’ THE GOTCH-STYLE PILEDRIVER CONNECTS! JOSO JUST GOT DROPPED ON HIS SKULL, AND LIMMY ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTHHHHH—
Persephone: MINERVA JUST THROWS WHATEVER SHE’S GOT LEFT INTO BREAKING THE PIN!
Gavin Kirkland: Her back has to be killing her right now, but she wasn’t about to let this match slip out of her hands! Limmy played it very smart by targeting the bad neck, but you can’t forget in times like this that Minerva refuses to die!
Stew-O: And you can see that Limmy is growing frustrated about it! She tries to get back up to her feet, and he starts throwing knees to the chest and the head! She covers up, but Limmy is going off on her with all kinds of punches to the head and body!
Persephone: Please, please, do SOMETHING, Minerva, ANYTHING! Kick him in the balls if you have to, bite his fucking face off! But don’t let him embarrass you like this!
Gavin Kirkland: And Limmy backs up, sending Minerva over with a boot to the floor—NO! MINERVA DROPS DOWN WITH A LOW BRIDGE, MONAGHAN FALLS OUTSIDE!
Stew-O: He staggers up and Minerva takes the ropes, flying over with a SLINGSHOT PLANCHA RIGHT TO THE FLOOR! LIMMY HITS THE GROUND HARD AND HE HOLDS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! He rolls away, but Minerva isn’t done just yet!
Gavin Kirkland: Limmy stumbles up the ramp, and Minerva runs into an elbow! Limmy fires back! And now these two are trading elbow strikes up the ramp! Limmy elbows her backwards, and Minerva is dazed… He points at her and runs into ‘DIAB—’
Stew-O: NO! MINERVA SIDESTEPS HIM AND GRABS THE WAIST! LIMMY’S EYES WIDEN WHEN HE REALIZES WHAT THIS MEANS!
Persephone: YES! YES! YES! GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT ON THE STEEL FUCKING RAMP! THE BACK OF MONAGHAN’S HEAD JUST GOT DRIVEN INTO STEEL!
Gavin Kirkland: GOOD GOD! THAT’S WHY I LOVE MINERVA SO MUCH! SHE JUST HAS IT ALL, MAN—
Stew-O: That’s enough—but WHAT A LANDING! Limmy is writhing around on the floor in pain, and so is Minerva! She hurt herself just to take Limmy further out of commission, and she’s doing everything in her power to fight through the pain and grit her teeth!
Persephone: She’s got her hand around the back of her head, but with Limmy out of the picture, I bet it’ll be a lot easier to focus without having to see his big ass head in your peripheral.
Gavin Kirkland: Minerva rolls into the ring to get back at Joso—
Stew-O: HE CATCHES HER BY THE HEAD! JOSO SLOWLY LIFTS MINERVA UP OFF OF THE CANVAS! ‘EXECUTIONER FROM HELL!’ THE IMMEDIATE SUPLEX LIFT INTO CUTTER! MINERVA IS DOWN! BUT JOSO IS SLOW AS WELL!
Gavin Kirkland: Nonetheless, he’s getting there! He pulls Minerva from the ropes and he presses down, hooking the legs and he could potentially get the win here!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTHHHHH—
Persephone: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM MINERVA!
Stew-O: What a performance she’s been having thus far! Breaking multiple pins, kicking out of them as well, Joso has a lot of resolve but how much longer can either of these two keep taking punishment?!
Gavin Kirkland: You can see that look on Joso’s eyes, he doesn’t know what to do right now! Minerva is reeling, and she slowly rolls over, reaching for his boot…
Stew-O: But Joso has no time to take pity on her! He lifts her up and grabs Minerva’s head, setting her up for ‘CRIMSON PEAK!’ MINERVA IS TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT! JOSO IS STRUGGLING TO GET HER INTO POSITION AND F—
Persephone: WAIT, WHAT?!
Gavin Kirkland: ‘DIABLEEE JAMBEEEEE!!!’ THE BICYCLE KNEE FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! HE JUST TOOK JOSO OUT OF COMMISSION! LIMMY MAKES HIS WAY OVER FOR THE COVER—
Stew-O: MINERVA BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES UPON BEING RELEASED BY JOSO, AND SHE USES THAT MOMENTUM TO FLY INTO A CURB STOMP TO MONAGHAN! SHE JUST DROVE HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!
Persephone: SHE’S NOT DONE EITHER! MINERVA PULLS LIMMY UP TO HIS FEET, GET READY TO SAY GOOD FUCKING BYE!
Gavin Kirkland: Minerva turns Joso around into another inverted facelock! HERE IT COMES! ‘PARADISE LOS—’
Stew-O: Limmy drops down to a kneel just in time, and he snapmares Minerva over his shoulder! Beautifully done from Monaghan, who nails Minerva with an elbow to the jaw, and she staggers side-to-side!
Gavin Kirkland: He aims in…. DRIVING FORWARD INTO A ROLLING ELBOW—BUT MINERVA DUCKS! AND LIMMY’S ELBOW HITS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! I DON’T KNOW IF THE PADDING WAS ENOUGH TO PROTECT HIS ARM THERE!
Persephone: I sure hope he fucked something up! Look at how he’s holding his elbow, how can you not tell me he did?!
Stew-O: We don’t even have any concrete evidence, but this one is back in the favor of Minerva! She grabs the arms of Limmy and she’s desperately trying to wrestle him to the ground! Limmy is doing everything in his power to fight off Minerva!
Gavin Kirkland: Limmy throws his entire body backwards, and Minerva falls into the turnbuckles! Limmy turns around and he lifts Minerva up to the top rope, and clubs her head!
Stew-O: He climbs up with her, but Minerva throws punches to the body! Then she winds back for a punch to the jaw right after! Limmy loses his balance….
Persephone: And he falls off the top rope like an idiot. He brought Minerva up there himself and couldn’t even do anything with it. I HATE this motherfucker!
Gavin Kirkland: But as both are trying to recuperate in their positions, Limmy is still up on the top rope—but HERE COMES JOSO TO APPLY A WAIST LOCK!
Stew-O: Both men tussling for control right now, trying to get one over the other—
Gavin Kirkland: HOLD ON! MINERVA LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE! SUNSET FLIP TO JOSO….!!!! AND HE GRABS THE WAIST OF MONAGHAN AND SENDS HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Persephone: Now I’d be surprised if that wasn’t the one to cripple him! Are you kidding me?!
Stew-O: This is the chaos of the triple threat match, at any point you see matches like this which dramatically shift what this thing is all about! Minerva doesn’t have the slightest clue of who the pin…!
Gavin Kirkland: She crawls towards Monaghan, the man most affected by that…
Persephone: … and he rolls out like a bitch.
Stew-O: It’s great ring awareness, whether you like it or not. Limmy knows that pins don’t regularly happen on the floor in triple threat matches, and now Minerva is going to have to find another way to capitalize…
Gavin Kirkland: BECAUSE JOSO IS ALREADY UP TO HIS FEET, WAITING ON HER WITH A SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!
Persephone: BLOCKED!
Stew-O: Joso staggers backwards, clutching at his ankle for a moment, but he throws it again! Minerva ducks under this time and she holds onto Joso, shoving him SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE RING POST! Joso stumbles backwards, she grabs the arms in butterfly position!
Gavin Kirkland: Minerva wrestles Joso down to the ground, and he yelps out as she continues to focus on the shoulder that just went into the post! And she rolls forward! ‘OWL OF MINERVA!’ IT’S IN TIGHT!
Persephone: Fuck it, make him tap out, then!
Stew-O: Minerva is really trying to rip that damn shoulder off of Joso’s arm, but he’s resisting tapping out as much as he possibly can! Joso roars out, clenching his fists and continuing to pump them!
Gavin Kirkland: She’s bridging back, but Joso is still trying to roll to his side! Minerva holds on for as tight as she possibly can, but I wonder if part of her questions wanting to save some energy for later!
Stew-O: Hard to do that with Limmy at ringside, I think she just wants this one over with already—
Gavin Kirkland: BUT JOSO TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THE WANING GRIP FROM MINERVA…! HE ROLLS TO THE SIDE AND POPS HIS HEAD OUT FREE! HE COLLAPSES ON TOP OF MINERVA, TRYING TO TRANSITION!
Persephone: No, no, no! Minerva realizes that she lost it and the horror on her face is the same as mine when I realized how long this one’s been going on for! Someone’s gotta get taken out—
Stew-O: LOOK! JOSO IS TRYING TO GET OVER THE SHOULDER OF MINERVA! HE’S TRYING TO LOCK IN ‘FOR HONOR!’ WE’VE SEEN HIM USE THIS IN THE PAST!
Gavin Kirkland: However, Minerva rolls underneath the bottom rope and takes them to the floor to evade this one! Joso is hanging on to her with all of his life….!
Stew-O: MONAGHAN COMES BARRELING AROUND THE RING! SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO BOTH!!!
Persephone: MINERVA MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND, AND JOSO GOES FLYING! HE HIT THE GROUND HARD THERE!
Gavin Kirkland: Limmy doesn’t care much about Joso on his own, but he turns around to Minerva who’s rising up on the apron, and she runs off, leaping and throwing Limmy with a HURRICANRANA RIGHT ONTO THE FLOOR!
Persephone: SHE GOT HIS ASS! I KNOW THAT FOR CERTAIN!
Stew-O: Minerva yanks Limmy up to his feet, and she throws him into the ring! Minerva follows after Limmy…. but the moment she gets inside of the ring…
Gavin Kirkland: All Limmy does is roll to the bottom rope on the opposite side and roll back to the floor. This is absolutely an attempt to lure Minerva in!
Persephone: You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
Stew-O: But she really wants this win, so she’s considering it! Minerva takes the ropes and waits for Limmy to turn around and look up! SHE SLINGSHOTS INTO A CROSSBODY ON THE FLOOR—
Gavin Kirkland: WOAH! JOSO ROLLED IN JUST IN TIME, TO TAKE MINERVA BY THE ANKLE AND STOP HER! Even he knows that wasn’t the right call—
(SMACK!)
Persephone: BUT MINERVA SMACKS THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! JOSO MAY HAVE GOTTEN HIS BELL RUNG FROM THAT ONE!
Stew-O: He charges in, and Minerva sends him to the floor with Limmy! Joso lands onto his feet, bumping into a rising Limmy! That causes him to throw a punch, and Joso fires back, these two are brawling and have lost track of the match!
Gavin Kirkland: Minerva runs the ropes quickly, here we go! SUICIDE DIVE TO BOTH MEN, AND THEY GET SENT INTO THE EDGE OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! GOD! I KNOW THAT HAD TO HURT!
Stew-O: Limmy’s back gets DRIVEN into the table, and he doesn’t even fall as a process! It’s keeping him up, but he’s definitely stunned in shock right now from the pain!
Gavin Kirkland: Monaghan staggers away, and Minerva takes him by the hair and throws him into the barricade! She nods her head and turns around, firing up!
Stew-O: OUT OF NOWHERE, LIMMY WITH A LARIAT! MINERVA HITS THE FLOOR HARD! But Limmy is clutching at his back, he’s not in great shape right now whatsoever.
Persephone: That’s what you love to hear.
Gavin Kirkland: Meanwhile, Joso is down as well, and that’s Limmy’s target. I think he’s dubbed him as the weakest of the three, and he’s slowly stalking him and marking him down….
Stew-O: He drags Joso up, and there’s a push-
(THUD!)
Persephone: AND THE BACK OF MONAGHAN GOES CRASHING RIGHT INTO THE STEEL POST BEHIND HIM! JOSO SHOVED HIM, AND LIMMY’S EYES WIDEN AS HIS SPINE MEETS STEEL WITH NO REGARD!
Stew-O: Limmy wheezes as he falls forward, unable to control his landing. He holds on to the barricade as a support beam, but Joso runs around and he lines Limy up!
Persephone: But Minerva is lining up WITH Joso!
Gavin Kirkland: No one knows what we’re about to see—but MINERVA AND JOSO BOTH PROPEL THEMSELVES FORWARD AND CHARGE IMMEDIATELY INTO MONAGHAN!!!
Stew-O: DOUBLE SPEAR THROUGH THE BARRICADE!!! DOWN GOES MONAGHAN! AND IT’S ALL THANKS TO JOSO AND MINERVA!
Crowd: # HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Persephone: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! PUT AN END TO HIM!
Gavin Kirkland: One of the craziest things I’ve ever seen! A double spear through the barricade, I think the threat of Limmy in this match has been taken away, and that’s how far Joso and Minerva are willing to go to specifically put him down! He’s not exactly one for allies!
Stew-O: But Joso is clutching at that shoulder! Earlier Minerva was targeting it, and he may have re-aggravated right there from the spear. He shakes his head, crawling out of the wreckage and rising up to his feet…
Persephone: She smells blood in the water, though.
Gavin Kirkland: AND MINERVA PROPELS HERSELF UP TO HER FEET, RUNNING FORWARD AND SHOVING JOSO SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS! JOSO COULD HAVE INJURED HIS SHOULDER RIGHT THERE!
Stew-O: She wastes no time, dragging him up and throwing him into the ring! She follows behind him and Joso is holding at his shoulder in agony, shaking his head, and trying to pull himself up and fight with one arm!
Gavin Kirkland: He swings—
CRACK!
Stew-O: —and misses, because Minerva brings him down with ‘SATAN’S KISS’ BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING! WHAT A HEADBUTT!
Persephone: Goddamn, she’s gonna give herself CTE after this one. That is, if she doesn’t already have it.
Gavin Kirkland: She stalks Joso up to his feet, and he’s still blinking, trying to find life and bring himself back into this one after all that’s happened, but I don’t know if it’s gonna happen….!!!
Stew-O: Minerva hooks the leg of Joso up, and then she grips the head and spins into ‘THE SIREN’S LONELY SONG!’ JOSO GETS SPIKED RIGHT ONTO HIS SKULL! AND HE COULDN’T RAISE HIS ARM TO CUSHION THE IMPACT!
Persephone: DEEP COVER!
Referee: OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Referee: TTTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner of this match, MIIINEERRRVVVAAAAA!!!
(‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie blares throughout The Sphere as Minerva makes her way up to her feet, and the referee assists her. They take her wrist and raise it up high, and she grins after looking at the wreckage left at ringside with Limmy, and an unconscious Joso on the canvas.)
Gavin Kirkland: What a win for Minerva tonight… I’m in awe at how she handled this one.
Stew-O: Elitists like Joso and Limmy Monaghan will always be tough challenges, but Minerva had to play it extremely smart tonight and throw everything that she had in order to pick up the win, and that’s exactly what happened. You can’t take anything away from these two—
Persephone: I will, especially Limmy.
Stew-O: —but now, we really look to see what’s next for Minerva on Voltage, but there’s no doubting she’s on a roll right now.
(Minerva exits the ring with a smirk on her face, she is met by Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes on the entranceway. Meanwhile the camera pans to the disappointed look on Limmy’s face as the ringside doctors recall the events that happened to him before he got knocked out, and Joso just getting his wits back, realizing what happened, leaning over the bottom rope, watching her head up the ramp with the rest of ToXXXin at his expense.)
(After a promotional ad plays for King of Elite, 2026’s first tri-brand event, Festival of Lights returns to a shot of the stage.)
Eve: What a match! Minerva ends her year on a strong note! Amazing effort by Limmy and Joso as expected of them, but The Black Rose does not wilt for a single bit.
Jake Mercer: No kidding! It has been an incredible night all around, but we’re coming to a close, and we’ll be presenting one of the final awards of the night before we get to the main event of the evening: Male Elitist of the Year!
Eve: And the nominees are…
(The titantron lights up, highlighting the names included for the category.)
(MICHAEL MACHINA)
(ADAM LUCAS)
(DONOVAN DUKE)
(DRAKE ARMSTRONG)
(HANS GRAYSON)
(DRAKE KING)
(JOSO)
(CY HENDERSON)
Eve: That’s a stacked list if I’ve ever seen one.
Jake Mercer: Definitely. What a shame there can only be one winner. :wow:
Eve: And that winner is…
(They open up the envelope.)
Jake Mercer: MICHAEL MACHINA!!
(The fans burst out into cheers as ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep blares out. Michael Machina, the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, comes out with a smile. He shakes Eve and Jake’s hands before he’s received his award. His theme music dies out as he walks up to the podium.)
Michael Machina: Two years ago, you all heralded me as the future for this promotion. I got to walk away as the Rookie of the Year, and I told you all at the award show that year that I wasn’t going to be slowing down for a single second. Now, here we are, with me not only maintaining that promise, but standing at the absolute top of my game, being able to say that I have held two world championships in the same calendar year with not much a gap between either reigns.
(The fans cheer again, and Michael gives a bit of a shrug and a smirk.)
Michael Machina: Despite the wins and the numbers I was pulling up, some talent here had their doubts, and looking back on them? I don’t particularly blame them for being initially hesitant. I had some vouchers, but of course, when you get into this business and have a bit of a sparkle to you, everyone is going to want to say that they’re the next big thing. You’re not going to be seen as someone who can last longer than for a nice cup of coffee before it gets stale and this company moves on to its next flavor of the season. However, with me, I have always been a man who stays true to my word, and I am far beyond driven to the point where I refuse to allow myself to fade away. I care about winning, about being the best, and that is why I have been able to develop a consistent resume where I have managed to cement myself as one of the very best talent of this decade—all while my third year will begin shortly. In a short amount of time, I’ve achieved what some thought to be impossible, but I cannot be denied anymore. And this?
(He raises up the trophy.)
Michael Machina: This is all of the proof in the world for that.
(Michael brings the trophy down as fans continue to cheer.)
Michael Machina: So, what’s next? Of course, I continue to dominate. I continue to win. And frankly, I continue to compete against myself because no one can do what I have done this year. There have been men, just like my fellow nominees, who have had great years themselves, but in 2026, I’m leaving no doubt behind that when you think of EAW… you think about no one else but The New Legend. Thank you to everyone who believed in me from the get-go to allow for this moment to occur, and for those who may feel a way about this? Well, get ready to feel absolutely miserable in the new year. I ain’t letting up.
(‘Apostle’s Warning’ hits one more time as Michael takes his award and heads off to celebrate his win.)
Jake Mercer: Congratulations to Michael Machina once more on his awards here tonight. But now, we’ve reached the end of our journey, as our last award here tonight is the illustrious ‘Male Promoer of The Year’!
Eve: Here are your nominees!
(The titantron lights up as highlights of the nominees flash across the screen along with their names.)
(DRAKE KING)
(DRAKE ARMSTRONG)
(ADAM LUCAS)
(METHUSELAH)
(DONOVAN DUKE)
(MICHAEL MACHINA)
(CY HENDERSON)
(After that’s said and done, it then goes back to Eve and Jake Mercer as they’re seen opening the envelope and reading what’s inside.)
Eve: And the winner of ‘Male Promoer of The Year’ goes to…
Jake Mercer: ADAM LUCAS!
(The crowd boos loudly as ‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ by Royal Deluxe begins to kick in. The camera then goes over to show Adam Lucas as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has the EAW World Championship over his shoulder along with a confident expression on his face, as he makes his way over and accepts his award before stepping onto the podium.)
Eve: We’d also like to congratulate Adam Lucas for winning ‘EAW World Champion of The Year’ and ‘Male Match of The Year’ for his match against Jake Smith at Fighting Spirit!
(The crowd doesn’t react much more positively. After a good moment of letting it sink in, Adam then begins to speak.)
Adam Lucas: You know, the irony isn’t lost on me. All of you are giving me this distinction, your voice seemingly giving the validation that I needed for all the hard work that I’ve done this past year. Yet for all the praise that I get that I should’ve been given a long time ago, the only thing I hear from all of you now is disapproval. I suppose your confusion is what has allowed this title reign to flourish the way that it has from the moment I was given what I deserved at Pain For Pride.
(The crowd continues to boo, but Adam completely ignores it as he goes on.)
Adam Lucas: This award represents me living up to everything I said. At the start of the year, I was the punchline to your joke. I was the guy you never claimed was going to make it, but it’s as I said, once I got the ball… I was never going to give it back. And look at me now. Just last week, when many thought I wouldn’t, I walked into the Extreme Elimination Chamber against five other Elitists who wanted my head on a pike, and I walked out still your World Champion. The way that I conduct my work might be what draws your ire, but that is what differentiates me from everyone else, that is what sustains me for longer than anyone else in my position. I outlasted, outsmarted, and most importantly, outwrestled the world. And that is something that nobody is going to be able to take from me.
(Adam pats his title over his shoulder with a serious expression on his face, pausing before going on.)
Adam Lucas: Even now as you line them up, I knock them down. In just mere moments, I cap off a monumental year by winning against a Drake Armstrong who thinks that he’s checkmated the King because he caught him while he’s bruised and battered. Even with all the tricks up his sleeve, everything that he has in his arsenal, him being as fresh as possible compared to the wounded animal that he sees me as, I am still ten times the Elitist that he is. That is the one constant that not just applies to him, but the entirety of Sunday Night Voltage, because it appears that nobody has been able to prove me wrong just yet. I’m the very best, and until this title is forced off of my shoulder and I look down the barrel of the gun, that’s not going to change no matter how badly you want that to be the case.
(Adam takes his title and raises it into the air as the crowd continues to show their displeasure.)
Adam Lucas: You saw what I was willing to do to make sure that I walked out of the Extreme Elimination Chamber with this title over my shoulder, what makes you think that I won’t do worse to keep this? It’s been a long road since Pain For Pride, and there have been a lot of people who tried to take this title away from me in the process, but each of them have been swiftly put down and pushed aside. Drake Armstrong tonight is going to be absolutely zero exception to the rule. The Ace is still going to be holding the winning hand, and 2026 is going to be my year once more.
(‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ begins to play through the speakers as Adam steps away from the podium. He takes his title and once again raises it into the air while the crowd continue to voice their disapproval. Without a second glance, he turns around and makes his way out of the scene, that being the last shot seen as the camera fades out from there.)
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(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SCHEDULED FOR… ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Bella Braxton: AND IS FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki plays to a negative reaction from fans as a Rolls-Royce drives onto the stage, and Drake Armstrong pokes his upper body out, spreading both arms to bask in the hatred from fans. Eventually, Drake climbs out onto the hood, and feels on top of the world before sliding off, marching down to the ring with a now focused look on his face as this undoubtedly the biggest match of his career up to this point.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first! Hailing out of Scarsdale, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds…HE IS YOUR 2025 KING OF ELITE…DRAKE ARMSTRONG!!
Stew-O: Tonight, it’s make or break time for Drake Armstrong as he cashes in his King of Elite reward.
Gavin Kirkland: Having stepped over Hans Grayson to do so… going as far to break the man’s arm at Road to Redemption.
Stew-O: While brutal, it was necessary for Armstrong to limit any distractions. Now, we know Hans Grayson is out of the equations. Tonight, it’s just him and the Champ.
(“Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)” by Royal Deluxe plays next, garnering equal amounts of heat from the audience with neither side being truly likeable. Adam notices the Rolls-Royce still parked on the stage, and rips off the hood ornament before tossing it aside. Drake seems a little annoyed by this, but maintains his composure.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent! Hailing out of New York City, New York, weighing in at 231…HE IS THE NEXT LEVEL…EAW WORLD CHAMPION… ADAM LUCAS!!
Stew-O: Adam Lucas with no respect for Armstrong’s property.
Persephone: I wouldn’t have respect for it either. He sucks.
Gavin Kirkland: Adam Lucas is already in a bad mood entering this match, having just gone through a barbaric Chamber. He isn’t entering one-hundred percent, but neither is Drake.
Stew-O: No, Drake recently went through a Razorwire Deathmatch. So, in that aspect, I’d say they’re on equal footing.
(The referee raises the World Championship high, reminding them what they’re after, and signals for the bell as both competitors stand in opposing corners.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: The bell has rung, and it’s Drake Armstrong versus Adam Lucas for the EAW World Championship.
Persephone: Yes, in what’s just about the least anticipated match so far in season 19 where, like it or not, there will be a winner. Unfortunately, it’s either Drake Armstrong or Adam Lucas as said winner, so… Voltage is doomed regardless.
Gavin Kirkland: Thankfully, I get to go back to Showdown once this thing concludes.
Persephone: Yeah, but you’re stuck with terrorists like Silas World.
Gavin Kirkland: Terrorists? I’ll have you know-
Stew-O: Guys, let’s not waste any time arguing, because Drake and Adam have met in the center of the ring. Both competitors exchanging words that our microphones can’t quite pick up- but Drake makes the first move by SHOVING Adam!
Gavin Kirkland: That only annoyed the World Champion, who responds back with a hard SLAP across the face! Things are heating up fast between Adam and Drake! :lupe.
(Drake drops to a knee, favoring his jaw as he puts one hand up to try and beg off Adam Lucas, who presses forward before the referee steps in his way, blocking his path to Armstrong as Adam desperately tries to get at him. Finally, Adam starts to calm down, but this is when Drake Armstrong chooses the opportune time to strike-)
Stew-O: OOH! DRAKE JUST SHOVED THE REFEREE OUT THE WAY, CATCHING ADAM WITH A FOREARM! HE PLAYED POSSUM, AND GOT THE CHEAP SHOT OFF ONTO LUCAS! BUT ADAM RETURNS FIRE WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN! ITS TURNED INTO A SLUGFEST NOW AS BOTH MEN GO BACK AND FORTH!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE— SWITCHES THINGS UP! GRABBING ADAM IN A STANDING SIDE HEADLOCK INSTEAD!
Persephone: Oh, great. Choosing to “slow things down.”
Stew-O: Drake tightens his hold over Adam, really wrenching on it before quickly getting backed up against the ropes! Lucas bounces him off to escape, and Drake comes rebounding back with a SHOULDER TACKLE! BUT NEITHER MAN GOES DOWN! ADAM LUCAS STANDS HIS GROUND AGAINST ARMSTRONG!
Gavin Kirkland: It’s a stalemate early on, but Adam gives Drake the greenlight to go ahead, and try again. Drake takes him up on the challenge, and runs off the ropes a second time for ANOTHER SHOULDER BLOCK! THIS TIME, KNOCKING ADAM BACK INTO THE ROPES! BUT HE COMES REBOUNDING BACK WITH A BIG BOOT-
Stew-O: HOWEVER, DRAKE SEEN IT COMING, AND DUCKS UNDERNEATH! RUNNING OFF THE ROPES FOR MOMENTUM! ADAM SPINS AROUND, AND CATCHES DRAKE AFTER GOING FOR A JUMPING CROSSBODY! LAUNCHING HIM FROM THEN ON WITH A FALLAWAY SLAM!
Persephone: Of course, Drake’s retreating like the little bitch he is, and rolls out underneath the bottom rope.
Gavin Kirkland: Meanwhile, Adam kips back to his feet! Drake uses the apron to claw back to his, and Adam grabs hold of the top rope… SLINGSHOTTING HIMSELF UP AND OVER FOR A- NO, WAIT! WHATEVER ADAM LUCAS WAS GOING FOR, DRAKE EVADES! SIDESTEPPING OUT THE WAY, AND ADAM LANDS ON HIS FEET OUTSIDE!
Stew-O: ARMSTRONG DELIVERS A KICK TO THE GUT, AND CHUCKS ADAM BACK FIRST INTO A CORNER OF THE BARRICADE! LUCAS HIT SIDEWAYS FROM HOW MUCH FORCE AND MOMENTUM DRAKE THREW HIM WITH!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam Lucas writhes in pain while Drake comes marching over to our commentary table!
Persephone: Oh, God. What does he want?
(Drake starts to clear the announce table off.)
Stew-O: Drake’s beginning to clear our announce table, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why.
Persephone: The whole time, the referee isn’t even counting! Like, hello??
Gavin Kirkland: The referee’s definitely being lenient, given the stakes of this match. Something Armstrong definitely doesn’t mind abusing as he drags Adam over by his hair. Drake lifts him into position for a powerbomb, Adam’s head sandwiched right between his legs…
Stew-O: BUT HE CANT HOIST HIM UP AS ADAM PLANTS HIS FEET! HOLDING HIS 238 POUNDS OF WEIGHT DOWN, AND FENDS IT OFF WITH A BACK BODY DROP! DRAKE LANDED HARD ON THE OUTSIDE! REMEMBER, THERE’S VERY LITTLE PADDING! SOMETHING DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST GOT A PAINFUL REMINDER OF!
(The referee is demanding the two get back inside the ring, but Adam warns him to not count, something the referee reluctantly obliges with while remaining conflicted.)
Persephone: Please, who’s running the asylum here?
Stew-O: The referee is understandably in a tight spot, but I don’t mind him letting this ride at all as Adam Lucas starts raising Drake Armstrong to a knee before putting him between his legs for the “Level Up!” BUT DRAKE IS SLIPPERY, AND CRAWLS THROUGH THE LEGS OF LUCAS TO ESCAPE! NOT WANTING TO BE POWERBOMBED THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE HIMSELF!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam turns around to notice Drake Armstrong using the steel steps to claw his way back up, and marches over to him-
Stew-O: BUT ARMSTRONG KICKS LUCAS DIRECTLY IN THE KNEE, DROPPING HIM TO ALL FOURS! FROM THERE, HE IMMEDIATELY POUNCES ON THE ATTACK! STANDING LUCAS BACK UP, AND CHUCKING HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS! THE BACK OF ADAM’S HEAD HITTING HARD, ALONG WITH HIS SPINE!
(Drake drops down to both knees next to Adam while he’s sat up against those ring steps.)
Gavin Kirkland: BUT DRAKE ISNT DONE, AND SLAMS THE BACK OF ADAM’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS! JUST VICIOUS OFFENSE FROM THE KING OF ELITE AS HE DOES IT AGAIN… AND AGAIN!
Persephone: :yikes: Good thing his wife’s a doctor, because he’s going to need one after tonight. :mjlol2:
Stew-O: Adam’s pain is… funny to you?
Persephone: Yes. Yes, it is.
Stew-O: …alright, can’t argue with that. But if you found Adam getting his head bashed funny, you might find enjoyment in what’s about to come next as Drake creates some space from Adam. Adam’s still sat up against those steps, albeit reeling from the onslaught. Meanwhile, Drake has him lined up! Going for broke with a “HALBERD FROM HELL!” :damn:
(BANG!!!)
Gavin Kirkland: NO! DRAKE ARMSTRONG WENT FOR THE “HALBERD FROM HELL!” GOING TO CRUSH ADAM’S HEAD BETWEEN HIS BOOTS AND THE STEEL STEPS! BUT ADAM MOVED OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME!
Stew-O: THAT WOULD HAVE REALLY BEEN THE END OF HIS TITLE REIGN THERE IF DRAKE HAD CONNECTED!
Persephone: Oh no! That would have been awful! 😐
Gavin Kirkland: BECAUSE HE GOT OUT, ADAM STILL HAS A CHANCE TO SWING THE MOMENTUM BACK IN HIS FAVOR! GRANTED, DRAKE HAS THAT SAME OPPORTUNITY! USING THE APRON FOR ASSISTANCE TO STAND HIMSELF UP! MEANWHILE, ADAM DOES THE SAME, EXCEPT AT A CORNER OF THE BARRICADE!
Stew-O: Neither man beats the other when returning to a vertical base… BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG MAKES THE FIRST MOVE! CHARGING IN TO DELIVER A- OH, WAIT! ADAM SENDS HIM UP AND OVER HIS SHOULDER! OVER THE BARRICADE!
Gavin Kirkland: ARMSTRONG HIT WITH A THUD INTO THE CROWD AREA! LANDING ON THAT CONCRETE FLOOR!
Persephone: Couldn’t happen to a better guy, honestly. :mjgrin:
Stew-O: ADAM SHAKES THE COBWEBS OUT OF HIS HEAD, AND STALKS DRAKE WHILE HE RISES BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE! FROM THERE, ADAM LEAPS UP ONTO THE BARRICADE, AND FLIES OFF WITH A FOREARM SMASH INTO ARMSTRONG!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE GOES DOWN! ADAM GOES DOWN! WITH DRAKE SPORTING A DAZED LOOK ON HIS FACE, BUT HE WONT GET MUCH TIME TO SHAKE OFF WHAT JUST HAPPENED AS ADAM CRAWLS OVER, AND DRAGS HIM BACK UP!
Stew-O: BUT WHILE DRAKE MAY HAVE BEEN DOWN, HE CERTAINLY ISNT OUT, AND TAKES ADAM BY SURPRISE! EXPLODING WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP AS HE LIFTED HIM BACK UP! ADAM FIRES BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND! DRAKE DOES THE SAME! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! DELIVERING RIGHT HANDS BACK AND FORTH!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE COMPLETELY SHIFTS THE MOMENTUM IN HIS FAVOR WITH A KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION, AND THROWS ADAM UP AND OVER THE BARRICADE! SENDING HIM BACK TO THE RINGSIDE, AND ADAM REGAINS HIS FOOTING! HAVING RISEN BACK UP TO A VERTICAL BASE AS DRAKE CLIMBS ATOP THE BARRICADE! MUCH LIKE ADAM DID PRIOR!
Stew-O: ITS NOT OFTEN YOU SEE DRAKE ARMSTRONG GO A BIT HIGH RISK AS HE FLIES OFF WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH A PUNCH TO THE MIDSECTION! DROPPING HIM DOWN TO ALL FOURS AFTER GETTING THE FULL WIND KNOCKED OUT OF HIM!
Persephone: And maybe that’s why he doesn’t go “high-risk” often. :mjlol: Then again, it’s only like a 4-foot drop.
Gavin Kirkland: Adam picks up that announce table cover as Armstrong clutches at his stomach on all fours… DROPPING IT ACROSS DRAKE ARMSTRONG’S BACK! DRAKE JOLTS UP TO A KNEE, LEANING ON THE APRON FOR ASSISTANCE, AND ADAM ROLLS HIM BACK INSIDE THE RING!
Stew-O: Adam rolls back in himself- BUT IMMEDIATELY, ARMSTRONG IS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES WHILE HE DOES THIS! ADAM MAKES IT BACK TO HIS FEET IN TIME, AND PLANTS HIM WITH A SPINNING SPINEBUSTER! CENTER OF THE RING! LUCAS FLOATS INTO A COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: KICKOUT! Drake got the shoulder up in time, but it’s clear he’s still a bit rattled off that spinebuster! He wasn’t expecting Adam Lucas to have an answer for that, but the momentum got used against him!
Gavin Kirkland: I wasn’t expecting such a burst of energy from Armstrong at that moment, but he played possum before to start this thing off. Who’s to say he can’t do it again?
Stew-O: You’re right, as Adam Lucas stands Armstrong back up, and goes to suplex him- but Armstrong blocks the attempt! Holding his weight down! Very reminiscent of Adam Lucas on the outside, and Adam tries to hoist him for the suplex again! But Drake, once again, fends it off! Holding his weight down to block!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam catches Drake with a SHOT to the midsection! AND FINALLY SCORES WITH THE SNAP SUPLEX, FLOATING OVER INTO A COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: Kickout! Armstrong is right back to his feet, but staggers into a nearby corner before dropping to a knee! Adam rises back up, and closes the distance between them, catching up to Armstrong in the corner, and standing him up in it… ADAM WINDS BACK, AND UNCORKS WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE IN THAT CORNER! CONTINUING AS THE CROWD STARTS TO COUNT ALONG!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Persephone: Boy, these sheep will count for anything, huh?
Stew-O: TEN CLOTHESLINES IN THE CORNER BY LUCAS, AND ARMSTRONG IS REELING! HE CAN BARELY STAND!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam throws Drake into the opposite corner, and goes to follow it up with something else as he CHARGES IN! BUT DRAKE SENDS HIM UP AND OVER HIS SHOULDER TO THE OUTSIDE, OR AT LEAST ATTEMPTED TO! BUT ADAM CAUGHT HIMSELF ON THE APRON, AND BLOCKS A RIGHT HAND ATTEMPT FROM ARMSTRONG! COUNTERING WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!
Stew-O: Armstrong’s staggered, and doubles over in the middle. Adam goes to fling himself over for the “Equalizer!” BUT THE BUCKSHOT LARIAT IS PUT ON HOLD FOR NOW AS DRAKE COMES STAGGERING BACK OVER! ATTEMPTING A FOREARM- BUT ADAM THRUSTS HIS SHOULDER THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! CATCHING DRAKE SQUARE IN THE GUT!
(Adam looks annoyed as he’s clearly trying for the “Equalizer,” but Drake is refusing to give him the distance, holding onto the top rope with one hand while he’s doubled over slightly, clutching at his gut.)
Gavin Kirkland: Drake’s wisely staying close, so Adam doesn’t have the distance needed to slingshot himself over that top rope. Clearly, Lucas’ patience is starting to wear thin with tactic, and goes for another shoulder thrust through the middle rope- BUT ARMSTRONG CATCHES HIM WITH A KNEE! HE BAITED ADAM IN, AND PUTS HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS FOR A ROPE-AIDED PILEDRIVER!
Stew-O: ADAM FALLS BACK INSIDE THE RING AS DRAKE ARMSTRONG SLITHERS OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE, AND TO THE APRON! ADAM MAY HAVE GOTTEN SPIKED ON HIS HEAD THERE, BUT IT CLEARLY WASNT ENOUGH TO PUT HIM OUT AS HE’S ALREADY STIRRING TO ALL FOURS! FAVORING THE BACK OF HIS NECK!
Gavin Kirkland: ADAM USES THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF BACK UP, BUT ARMSTRONG GETS HIM INTO POSITION FOR YET ANOTHER ROPE-ASSISTED PILEDRIVER! THIS TIME, SPIKING ADAM LUCAS HEAD FIRST ONTO THE APRON! :damn:
Persephone: :yikes:
(Adam Lucas tumbles out through the middle rope, and down to ringside where he’s favoring the back of his neck on a knee while Drake watches on from the apron with a devilish smile on his face!)
Stew-O: Look at the grin formed on Drake Armstrong’s face! That went exactly according to plan, and Adam’s neck is BANGED UP after those piledrivers it seems!
Gavin Kirkland: It’s shocking Adam wasn’t knocked unconscious as a result of those piledrivers, but he still has some left in the tank apparently, and Drake Armstrong slides off the apron. Adam gets pulled between his legs, and HOISTED UP FOR A POWERBOMB ONTO THE EDGE OF THE APRON! HAVING LAUNCHING HIM INTO THE AIR, AND ADAM LUCAS CAME CRASHING DOWN HARD!
Stew-O: THATS THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING, AND THE LAST PLACE YOU WANT TO BE PLANTED ON AS ADAM ROLLS OFF THE APRON! FALLING TO RINGSIDE! PRIOR, HE WAS SHOWING SIGNS OF LIFE! NOW, NOT ANYMORE!
Persephone: Too bad it’s a title match, and he can’t win by countout.
Stew-O: If that were the case, he’d probably win as Adam Lucas has barely moved since that apron powerbomb! But Drake Armstrong needs a pinfall or submission to walk away as World Champion, something he feels closer to now more than ever with the Champion sprawled out ringside!
(Drake leans on the apron, taking a second to catch his breath after everything he’s endured thus far, some wear and tear beginning to show. But he realizes how important it is to capitalize on this moment while the Champ is down, and shakes the cobwebs out of his head for now, going over to drag Adam Lucas back to his feet.)
Stew-O: Well, here comes the hard part for Drake Armstrong as he has to get Adam Lucas back inside the ring. Lucas is 238 pounds of dead weight at this point, but so far, Drake’s able to manage. Using all his might to pull Adam up in a front facelock.
Gavin Kirkland: Next, Drake struggles to roll Adam back inside the ring! But with a pained expression on his face, he does it! Relief has washed over the face of Drake Armstrong! Realizing Adam Lucas is sprawled out in the ring, and all he has to do is cover him! DRAKE CRAWLS BACK IN! HOOKING THE LEG! WE COULD BE HAVING A NEW CHAMPION!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHH-
Gavin Kirkland: ONLY A TWO COUNT AS ADAM LUCAS STILL HAS ENOUGH IN THE TANK TO KEEP GOING! POPPING THE SHOULDER UP!
Stew-O: Drake Armstrong thought he had the match won there! He was even counting along with the ref, using his fingers. But pays for that arrogance once realizing you can’t count out Adam Lucas!
Persephone: If he didn’t take forever, he probably could’ve got it. But alas, I’m doomed for longer. 🙄
Stew-O: At first, Drake seems annoyed with Adam Lucas’ resilence, but quickly reels himself back in, and decides to focus. Last thing you want to do is lose your temper in a match like this, and get prone to making mistakes as Drake drags Adam over to the middle rope, and hangs him across it before pressing down on the back of his neck with his forearm! CHOKING HIM ACROSS THAT MIDDLE ROPE!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Gavin Kirkland: Finally, the referee has to intervene, and pries Drake off!
(Drake smugly shows the referee there’s no contact between the two, raising his hands up.)
Referee: (off-mic) I’m warning you, Drake. Don’t test me!
Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Please, I have until five.
(Drake brushes the referee’s warning off, and pushes past him to get back to Adam, who can hardly breathe while still hung up on that middle rope, continuing to cough. But Drake stands him back up.)
Persephone: A shame the literal life didn’t leave his body while being choked on that middle rope, because it means I’ll have to keep watching this match.
Gavin Kirkland: Hey, quit complaining. You’re not the only one with issues. I would’ve much preferred a match pitting two fine elitists together as my end of the year Christmas present. Oh, I can picture it now. :shaq: A bra and panties match between-
Persephone: DONT finish that thought.
Gavin Kirkland: :kyrie:
Stew-O: Yeah, I’m with Persephone on that…
Stew-O: But Drake Armstrong leans Adam back against the ropes, lining him up for what’s a HARD FOREARM STRIKE TO THE JAW! BUT THAT MIGHT HAVE FIRED UP ADAM LUCAS MORE THAN ANYTHING! :lupe:
(The smugness from Drake fades while he watches on with a mixture of shock and confusion as Adam Lucas mostly shrugs off the pain, and marches to the center of the ring, growing more and more fired up with each passing second.)
Gavin Kirkland: Drake closes the distance between himself and Lucas, turning him around for a- FOREARM! ADAM LUCAS CAUGHT DRAKE ARMSTRONG WITH A FOREARM, AND HE GOES STUMBLING INTO THE CORNER! DRAKE DOESNT TAKE TOO KINDLY TO THAT FOREARM SHOT ONCE REGISTERING, AND SHOOTS OUT OF THE CORNER AT ADAM WITH A-
Stew-O: BIG BOOT! DRAKE CAUGHT HIM WITH A BIG BOOT, HOPING TO REGAIN SOME CONTROL OVER THE SITUATION! ADAM LUCAS GOT TURNED AROUND AS A RESULT OF THAT IMPACT) HE IS STAGGERED, ON WOBBLY LEGS AS HE DOUBLES OVER! BUT GRITS THROUGH THE PAIN ONCE MORE, AND GOES TO FIRE BACK WITH A BIG BOOT OF HIS OWN! DRAKE IS GOADING HIM!
Gavin Kirkland: BUT IT WAS WITHIN REASON AS DRAKE SIDESTEPS OUT THE WAY, AND SLIPS BEHIND ADAM FOR A BACK SUPLEX! DRAKE MOVES INTO THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Gavin Kirkland: AN EXPLOSIVE KICKOUT FROM ADAM LUCAS, REFUSING TO GIVE HIS TITLE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT FROM DRAKE ARMSTRONG!
Stew-O: Drake looks a little annoyed at Adam, in his mind, delaying the inevitable, going as far to pound the mat in frustration. But regardless, continues forward by grabbing Lucas by the hair, and pulling him up to a knee.
Gavin Kirkland: Drake spouts a bit of trash talk before going to reign down with a right hand- BUT ADAM LUCAS BLOCKS IT! AND SCORES WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE GUT THAT STAGGERS DRAKE MOMENTARILY BEFORE HE TRIES AGAIN TO DELIVER A RIGHT HAND!
Stew-O: BUT ONCE AGAIN, ADAM LUCAS BLOCKS IT! AND FIGHTS BACK WITH ANOTHER PUNCH TO THE GUT! THAT STUNG ARMSTRONG, WHO TRIES ONE LAST TIME FOR THAT PUNCH AFTER BEING STAGGERED A SECOND TIME! BUT ADAM IS BACK TO HIS FEET THIS TIME WHEN HE BLOCKS IT, AND TAGS HIM WITH ANOTHER RIGHT HAND!
Persephone: It’s the comeback nobody asked for!
Gavin Kirkland: ADAM LUCAS RUNS OFF THE ROPES, STARTING TO RALLY- BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG QUICKLY SHUTS THAT DOWN WITH A KITCHEN SINK AS HE COMES REBOUNDING BACK! ADAM FRONT FLIPS INTO A SEATED POSITION, FAVORING HIS ABDOMEN, AND ARMSTRONG BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES TO DELIVER A BIG BOOT!
Stew-O: LAYING HIM FLAT AS HE RUNS OFF THE ROPES AGAIN FOR AN ELBOW DROP! RUNNING ELBOW DROP STRAIGHT TO THE HEART MAYW HAVE BEEN ENOUGH TO KNOCK THE WIND OUT OF ADAM! AND HOOKS THE LEG DEEP AFTERWARD!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: SHOULDER UP! ADAM LUCAS STAYS IN IT! …but right there, Drake Armstrong targeted the midsection, and he could be softening him up for that “Halberd From Hell!”
Gavin Kirkland: It’s a dangerous move to watch out for, because it can truly come out of nowhere!
Stew-O: He went for it earlier, but Adam Lucas moved out of the way! Saving himself from complete destruction!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam Lucas is on the back foot once again, trying to create distance from Drake, and crawls into the corner. Pulling himself up with assistance from the ropes as Drake closes in, and lines Adam up in the corner for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Stew-O: The pain is etched across Adam Lucas’ face! He got ROCKED from that one, and gets irish whipped into the opposite corner by Drake! ARMSTRONG RUSHES IN AFTERWARDS- BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH A BACK ELBOW! DRAKE RAN RIGHT INTO AN ELBOW FROM LUCAS, AND STAGGERS BACK A BIT!
Gavin Kirkland: ADAM LUCAS SHOOTS OUT THE CORNER- BUT HE GETS SCOOPED UP ONTO ARMSTRONG’S SHOULDERS FOR A FIREMANS CARRY!
Persephone: What’s he going for now?
Stew-O: ITS HARD TO TELL AS ADAM LUCAS THRASHES AROUND ON THE SHOULDERS OF ARMSTRONG, AND SLIPS OUT BEHIND HIM! GRABBING DRAKE IN A REAR WAISTLOCK! BUT DRAKE SLAPS BOTH HANDS, BREAKING ADAM’S GRIP, AND SPINS AROUND TO DELIVER A CLOTHESLINE-
Gavin Kirkland: BUT ADAM LUCAS DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND SCORES WITH A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI ON DRAKE! ADAM POPS UP TO HIS FEET, AND IS VISIBLY FIRED UP! BUILDING SOME MOMENTUM AS ARMSTRONG CAN BARELY STAND! HE’S ON SPAGHETTI LEGS, AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A FOREARM!
Stew-O: THAT MIGHT HAVE WOKEN DRAKE UP AS HE REBUTTALS WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN! NOT TO BE OUTDONE, ADAM CONNECTS WITH A FOREARM ON DRAKE IN RESPONSE! DRAKE BATTLES BACK A FOREARM! ADAM DOES THE SAME! AND DRAKE STAGGERS BACK A BIT, DOUBLING OVER WITH ASSISTANCE FROM THE ROPES BEFORE EXPLODING WITH ANOTHER FOREARM OF HIS OWN!
Gavin Kirkland: FOR A SECOND, DRAKE WAS STUNNED THERE! SHOWING THAT THESE FOREARMS REALLY ARE HAVING EFFECT, AND WE MIGHT HAVE INKLING WHOSE THE CLOSEST TO DROPPING AS ADAM CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER FOREARM! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE PICKING UP THE PACE HERE! RAPIDLY TRADING BACK AND FORTH!
Stew-O: DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE! ADAM! DRAKE— WHOA! ITS TURNED INTO A FULL BLOWN HOCKEY FIGHT! CENTER OF THE RING! BOTH COMPETITORS THROWING FISTICUFFS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER!
Persephone: Right when I thought it was getting to winding down… unfortunately, these two have a second gear.
Gavin Kirkland: ADAM GETS THE UPPER HAND IN THIS WAR! BACKING DRAKE AGAINST THE ROPES, OVERWHELMING HIM WITH RIGHT HANDS! DRAKE DROPS TO A KNEE UP AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND CONTINUES GETTING HAMMERED WITH RIGHT HANDS AS HE TRIES HIS BEST TO COVER UP!
Stew-O: The referee has to intervene, prying Adam off Drake, and backing him away momentarily. Adam collects himself, and walks over to stand Armstrong up before irish whipping him off the ropes! ADAM DUCKS DOWN EARLY FOR A BACK BODY DROP!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE AVOIDS IT WITH A PUNT KICK TO THE CHEST! TURNING ADAM AROUND AS HE STAGGERS OVER TO THE ROPES, AND DRAKE CLOSES THE DISTANCE TO IRISH WHIP HIM OFF! BUT THE WORLD CHAMPION REVERSES THE IRISH WHIP, SENDING ARMSTRONG TO THE ROPES INSTEAD FOR A DROPKIC- NO!
Stew-O: ARMSTRONG HELD ONTO THE ROPES, HOOKING BOTH ARMS ON THE TOP! AND ADAM FELL BACK FIRST ONTO THE CANVAS, CLUTCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD THAT RICOCHETED OFF THE MAT! DRAKE SEES THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO STRIKE, AND POUNCES INTO A “WILL KILLER” ATTEMPT! GOING FOR THAT SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB-
Gavin Kirkland: BUT HE ONLY GETS AS FAR AS HOOKING THE LEG BEFORE ADAM LUCAS FIGHTS BACK WITH A BOOT TO HIS JAW! USING THE FREE LEG! ADAM LUCAS SCRAMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET AS ARMSTRONG IS DAZED, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES TO DELIVER A CLOTHESLINE- BUT COLLIDES RIGHT INTO DRAKE, WHO WENT FOR ONE OF HIS OWN!
Persephone: What a surprise, the two insufferable idiots think alike.
Stew-O: BOTH MEN COLLIDED WITH STEREO CLOTHESLINES! ADAM AND DRAKE ARE ON WOBBLY LEGS AFTER THAT ONE! STRUGGLING TO STAND— BUT ADAM LUCAS HAS ENOUGH WHEREWITHAL TO DRIVE DRAKE BACK INTO THE CORNER! LUCAS MIGHT HAVE BEEN RUNNING OFF INSTINCT THERE, AS HE’S JUST ABOUT AS GROGGY AS DRAKE!
Gavin Kirkland: Yeah, the wear and tear is starting to show for BOTH these competitors. But Adam Lucas keeps the momentum in his favor by sending Drake Armstrong to the opposite corner! LUCAS RUNS FULL STEAM AHEAD- BUT HAS TO HALT HIS MOMENTUM! GETTING HIS FOOT UP ON THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
Stew-O: DRAKE SENSES AN OPPORTUNITY, AND LUNGES FORWARD! BUT ADAM DUCKS UNDERNEATH HIS ADVANCES, AND DRAKE GOES STERNUM FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE— BEFORE ADAM CRACKS HIM IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A ROLLING ELBOW!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE GOT KNOCKED DOWN TO A KNEE IN THAT CORNER, AND HE GOT ROCKED BY ADAM WITH THE ELBOW! NEEDING TO KEEP HIMSELF PROPPED UP WITH A GLOSSED OVER LOOK IN HIS EYES! BUT ADAM LUCAS IS STILL BEHIND HIM, AND STARTS STANDING DRAKE BACK UP IN THE CORNER! LIFTING HIM UP INTO AN ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION!
Persephone: From the few times I’ve looked up during Adam Lucas matches, he’s never done something like this. :comeagain:
Gavin Kirkland: PEER PANIC IS STARTING TO FORM ON DRAKE’S FACE AS HE SLOWLY COMES TO REALIZE WHAT’S HAPPENING, BUT IS DEFENSELESS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!
Stew-O: LUCAS WALKS TO THE MIDDLE WITH ARMSTRONG ON HIS SHOULDERS, AND… PLANTS HIM WITH AN ELECTRIC CHAIR DRIVER! ARMSTRONG MIGHT BE OUT! HE LANDED RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK AS ADAM LUCAS KEEPS ONE LEG HOOKED!
ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR-
Stew-O: ALMOST! LUCAS ALMOST GOT THE VICTORY THERE WITH THAT ELECTRIC CHAIR DRIVER! BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Gavin Kirkland: YEAH, BUT NOTICE THERE WASNT MUCH ENERGY BEHIND THAT KICKOUT! DRAKE ARMSTRONG IS REELING FROM BEING DUMPED HIGH ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS!
Persephone: Yeah, he almost lost. I mean, imagine wasting your King of Elite cash in like that.
Stew-O: If Armstrong was to lose tonight, it’d be a huge blow to his massive ego. I mean, to call your shot, and come up short… for a competitor, can be embarrassing.
Persephone: Now, I’m almost hoping to see it happen. You think Drake Armstrong will ever show his face around here again afterwards?
Stew-O: Again, the man has a massive ego. I bet this little setback wouldn’t do much to it.
Persephone: Ugh.
Gavin Kirkland: Adam Lucas is back to his feet, and pulls Armstrong up to his with some urgency. Placing his head between the legs for a “LEVEL UP!” ADAM LUCAS WENT TO HOIST HIM UP FOR THE POWERBOMB! BUT ARMSTRONG BLOCKS IT, HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN, AND TWIRLS OUT TO DELIVER A KICK TO THE GUT OF ADAM! DOUBLING HIM OVER NOW FOR A POTENTIAL POWERBOMB OR PILEDRIVER ATTEMPT!
Stew-O: BUT CAN ONLY GET HIM UP SLIGHTLY BEFORE ADAM LUCAS BLOCKS IT, AND LIFTS DRAKE UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS FOR A FIREMANS CARRY! DROPPING THE BACK OF ARMSTRONG’S NECK ONTO HIS KNEE WITH AN USHIGOROSHI!! USHIGOROSHI BY ADAM!
Gavin Kirkland: ARMSTRONG’S WRITHING IN PAIN ON THE MAT, AND ITS A DEEP COVER BY ADAM! POTENTIALLY SCORING THE FALL!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-
Gavin Kirkland: KICKOUT! KEEPING THIS MATCH ALIVE!
Persephone: Yeah, the match may be alive, but my interest is dead in whatever these two have going on. Can they please hurry up, and wrap it already?
Stew-O: I don’t think they can just decide that. Both competitors are awfully resilient, and showing it here tonight! Drake Armstrong will not be denied, and neither will Adam Lucas! It’s his World Championship, and so far, he’s done a great job at turning away the various challengers after him and that title! But Drake Armstrong might have more determination than most at this point!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam lifts Armstrong back up, and scoops him onto his shoulder. EYEING THE CORNER, AND GOING FOR A POTENTIAL SNAKE EYES IT LOOKS LIKE! BUT DRAKE SLIPS OUT BEHIND HIM, AND HOOKS ADAM UP FOR THE… “NATURAL TALENT!”
Stew-O: DRAKE JUST DUMPED ADAM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH “NATURAL TALENT!” THAT INNOVATIVE SUPLEX, AND FORMS A BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
(…)
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR-
Stew-O: ADAM NARROWLY ESCAPES IT! ROLLING HIS SHOULDERS OFF THE MAT LAST MINUTE TO KICKOUT! BUT IT WASNT WITH AUTHORITY AS “NATURAL TALENT” TRULY TOOK ITS TOLL OVER LUCAS, WHO LIES PRONE ON THE CANVAS!
Gavin Kirkland: Adam kicked out of “Natural Talent,” but it’s clear the move has taken it’s toll as he’s barely moved ever since it hit! Though, Drake Armstrong won’t show an ounce of remorse in his path to the World Title as he drags Adam back to his feet. Lifting him up for a back suplex from behind, and placing him on the top turnbuckle! Cruel intentions in Drake’s mind as he climbs to the middle rope!
Stew-O: Adam’s back is to Drake while he’s sat on that top turnbuckle, and Drake starts to chickenwing one of his arms- WAIT! DRAKE’S NOT THINKING THIS! HE’S NOT THINKING A “NATURAL TALENT” FROM THE TOP ROPE! :lupe:
Gavin Kirkland: IF HE CAN GET ADAM’S ARMS HOOKED, THEN YES! BUT ADAM! ADAM IS FENDING HIM OFF, HAVING GOTTEN AN ARM FREE! AND STARTS THROWING BACK ELBOWS AT DRAKE! HITTING HIM IN THE JAW, AND EVENTUALLY, KNOCKING HIM OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE!
Stew-O: DRAKE LANDED HARD, AND HE IS SPRAWLED OUT ON THE CANVAS RIGHT NOW AS ADAM JUST CREATED AN OPENING FOR HIMSELF! BUT THE OPENING IS NO USE IF HE CANT CAPITALIZE FROM IT!
Persephone: Thankfully, he’s not a complete zombie, and actually has signs of life. Last thing I wanted to do was sit here for hours as both were half dead in there.
Gavin Kirkland: ADAM’S PERCHING HIMSELF ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! HIS BACK TO DRAKE ARMSTRONG BEFORE SOARING THROUGH THE AIR WITH A MOONSAULT! PICTURE PERFECT MOONSAULT… BUT KNEES UP! DRAKE ARMSTRONG GOT THE KNEES UP, AND NO DOUBT KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF ADAM LUCAS RIGHT THERE!
Stew-O: Adam Lucas rolls away from Armstrong, and pulls himself up with assistance from the ropes. Drake does the same, using assistance from the opposite set of ropes to Adam! Drake’s able to get to his feet first, Adam following shortly behind on account of the pain coursing through his body after Drake got the knees up! DRAKE DECIDES TO RUSH ADAM-
Gavin Kirkland: BUT LUCAS LOW BRIDGES THE TOP ROPE! CAUSING DRAKE TO FLY UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE! ADAM IS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND PREPARES TO GRIT THROUGH WHATEVER HE’S IN CURRENTLY! WATCHING ARMSTRONG STIR ON THE OUTSIDE!
Persephone: You’d think he’d learn after his previous high-risk move resulted in failure, but I guess not.
Stew-O: ADAM RUNS OFF THE ROPES, AND SOARS THROUGH THE AIR… WITH A SUCCESSFUL SUICIDE DIVE! TAKING ARMSTRONG DOWN, AND ADAM’S IMMEDIATELY BACK TO HIS FEET! WASTING NO TIME TO ROLL DRAKE BACK INSIDE THE RING AS HE HOPS TO THE APRON! SLINGSHOTTING HIMSELF OVER FOR “THE EQUALIZER!!”
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE, AND ADAM ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
(…)
(…)
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE-
Gavin Kirkland: OH! ARMSTRONG KICKS OUT! ARMSTRONG KICKS OUT! ADAM CANT BELIEVE IT! THAT MOVE HAS PINNED IMPACT! BUT NOT ENOUGH TO GET IT DONE TONIGHT!
Stew-O: BUT ADAM SIGNALS THE BEGINNING OF THE END, AND DRAGS DRAKE BACK TO HIS FEET! GOING TO HOIST HIM UP IN POSITION FOR A “LEVEL UP!” MAYBE EVEN “THE NEXT LEVEL!” SOMETHING DRAKE KNOWS, AND PUTS A STOP TO! HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN ON ADAM! LUCAS TRIES AGAIN TO LIFT HIM UP, ONLY GETTING HALFWAY BEFORE DRAKE BLOCKS IT ONCE MORE!
Gavin Kirkland: AND DRAKE DOUBLE LEGS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! LOOKING AROUND AS HE SMUGLY CONTEMPLATES HIS NEXT MOVE! SLOWLY PUTTING ADAM LUCAS IN THE “LUCAS LOCK!” HIS OWN SHARPSHOOTER SUBMISSION HOLD!
(Drake crosses the leg, and cockily points down to trash talk Adam-)
(SLAP!)
Persephone: Ha! :mjlol2:
Stew-O: ADAM JUST DELIVERED A SLAP ACROSS THE FACE OF ARMSTRONG! BREAKING UP ANY ATTEMPT AT THE “LUCAS LOCK!” ARMSTRONG IS STAGGERED, AND ADAM SCRAMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET! DOUBLE LEGGING DRAKE DOWN TO THE CANVAS AFTER HE GROGGILY WANDERED INTO HIM! AND NOW, LUCAS STARTS APPLYING THE “LUCAS LOCK!” ROLLING DRAKE OVER!
Gavin Kirkland: PAIN IS ETCHED ACROSS DRAKE’S FACE IN THE HOLD WHILE HE RISES UP IN IT, AND QUICKLY SCRAMBLES TO THE ROPES! WRAPPING HIS ARM AROUND THE BOTTOM TO FORCE A BREAK!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Stew-O: FINALLY, Adam Lucas releases the submission hold! But not before getting full use out of it! Punishing Drake til the count of five! Something Drake didn’t mind doing himself earlier! Getting a taste of his own medicine!
Persephone: Oh, to see Drake get the taste slapped out of him one more time… that about made my night.
Gavin Kirkland: Drake slithers out to the apron, having slid underneath the bottom rope. Adam follows him out there, and sees Drake on all fours. Picking him up, and placing him into position for a “LEVEL UP” ON THE APRON! BUT DRAKE SHOVES HIM AWAY, AND CATCHES ADAM WITH A FOREARM!
Stew-O: ADAM RESPONDS BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN! BOTH COMPETITORS TEETERING ON THAT APRON! TRYING TO KNOCK THE OTHER OFF AS DRAKE SCORES WITH ANOTHER FOREARM! FOREARM FROM ADAM! BIG BOOT FROM DRAKE SWITCHES THINGS UP, AND ADAM IS STUNNED AS HE TURNS AROUND ON THE APRON!
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND IN A SLEEPER HOLD! SLEEPER HOLD BY DRAKE! BUT ADAM LUCAS BACKPEDALS HIM SPINE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! BREAKING IT UP MOMENTARILY BEFORE DRAKE HOPS TO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE, AND APPLIES IT FROM THERE!
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE IS FORCED TO PIGGYBACK ON ADAM IN THAT SLEEPER AS LUCAS BEGINS TO WALK AWAY! DRAKE IS ON ADAM’S BACK, AND ADAM LEAPS OFF THE APRON WITH A SENTON! CRUSHING DRAKE UNDERNEATH HIS FULL BODY WEIGHT! DID YOU HEAR THAT SPLAT?!
Gavin Kirkland: I SURE DID! DRAKE GOT THE FULL WIND KNOCKED OUT OF HIM, AND IS COUGHING ON THE FLOOR IN PAIN! MEANWHILE, ADAM ROLLED OFF HIS BODY, AND THE WEAR AND TEAR IS SHOWING FROM THAT SLEEPER HOLD TOO AS HE IS DOWN!
(The referee has been lenient with the rules thus far, but seeing both competitors are down, he reluctantly begins the count.)
Referee: ONE! …TWO! …THREE! …FOUR!
Persephone: About time.
Stew-O: The referee has begun the count, but both competitors might be in no condition to beat it as they begin stirring!
Referee: …FIVE! …SIX! …SEVEN! …EIGHT!
Stew-O: Drake uses the apron to pull himself back up, and rolls in to beat the count at nine!
Referee: NINE! …TE-
Stew-O: ADAM BEATS THE COUNT! ADAM JUST BARELY BEAT THE COUNT! RIGHT WHEN THE REFEREE WAS ABOUT TO HIT TEN! SLIDING BACK IN THE RING JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!
(Drake struggles back to his feet, and stumbles into the corner opposite to Adam as he stands himself back up as well. Both men are eyeing each other down, intensity rising with each moment that passes…)
Gavin Kirkland: DRAKE SHOOTS OUT OF THE CORNER! ADAM SHOOTS OUT OF HIS, AND THE TWO COLLIDE WITH DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES! NEITHER COMPETITOR GOES DOWN, HOWEVER! REMAINING ON THEIR FEET, ALBEIT BARELY! AND CRASH INTO EACH OTHER WITH STEREO CLOTHESLINES ONCE MORE!
Stew-O: AGAIN, NEITHER COMPETITOR GOES DOWN! FINALLY, THEY BOTH ATTEMPT IT A THIRD TIME! GOING FOR DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES- BUT ADAM LUCAS BLOCKS IT, AND CATCHES DRAKE WITH A ROLLING ELBOW TO THE JAW! DRAKE IS ROCKED, AND ADAM SPRINGS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE FOR “GENESIS!”
Gavin Kirkland: OOH! DRAKE ARMSTRONG CAUGHT HIM OUT OF MID AIR WITH A “HALBERD FROM HELL!!”
Stew-O: INTERCEPTING THE SUPERMAN PUNCH ATTEMPT BY ADAM LUCAS! BUT DRAKE DIDNT GET ALL OF IT, AND WANTS TO ENSURE VICTORY AS HE DRAGS ADAM UP! GOING TO PLANT HIM WITH A “DEATH PENALTY!” WE ARE ABOUT TO HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Peesephone: No fuckin way.
Gavin Kirkland: BUT ADAM! ADAM HAS ENOUGH WHEREWITHAL IN HIM TO SLIP OUT BEHIND DRAKE, AND BOUNCES HIM OFF THE ROPES FOR AN O’CONNOR ROLL! HE MIGHT STEAL ONE!
ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR-
Stew-O: KICKOUT! LAUNCHING ADAM OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, BUT HE CATCHES HIMSELF ON THE APRON! SLINGSHOTTING OVER FOR AN “EQUALIZER!” BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG SAW IT COMING THIS TIME, AND TRAPS THE ARM TO DELIVER A KICK TO THE GUT! DOUBLING ADAM OVER AS HE HOOKS BOTH ARMS FOR A “SCORCHED EARTH!”
Gavin Kirkland: BUT ADAM SLIPS OUT BEHIND HIM! LANDING ON HIS FEET, AND BOTH MEN TURN AROUND BEFORE ADAM SHOVES DRAKE INTO THE ROPES FOR A “LEVEL UP!”
Stew-O: HE GOT HIM! ADAM LUCAS GOT HIM WITH THE “LEVEL UP!” BUT DOESNT GO FOR A COVER! GRABBING DRAKE BY THE ANKLE, AND ROLLING HIM THROUGH TO HIS FEET! ADAM PULLS DRAKE IN FOR ANOTHER POWERBOMB, AND ITS LOOKING LIKE THE BEGINNING OF THE END AS DRAKE CAN BARELY STAND IN POSITION FOR THAT POWERBOMB!
Gavin Kirkland: REGARDLESS, HE HOISTS HIM UP, AND ADAM LUCAS GOING TO DELIVER THE FINISHING TOUCHES ON THIS ONE WITH “THE NEXT LEVEL!!!” :damn:
Stew-O: WHAT THE-
(CRACK!)
Persephone: :comeagain:
Stew-O: ARMSTRONG COUNTERS! DRAKE COUNTERS WITH A PUNCH RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! FORCING ADAM TO DROP HIM IMMEDIATELY! BUT SOMETHING ISNT RIGHT! ADAM HAS BEEN KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS!
(While the referee is distracted checking on Adam, boos echo throughout the arena as Drake Armstrong slips that family ring off his finger, and slides it out underneath the bottom rope with a smug expression. Blood can be seen beginning to pour down the forehead of Adam, who isn’t moving at all now. Adam was completely unconscious, and at this point, the match might as well have been over.)
Stew-O: Now, it’s start to make sense! THE RING! ARMSTRONG USED THE FAMILY RING AGAINST ADAM! AND THE REFEREE IS NONE THE WISER!
Persephone: When did he have time to slip that ring on?
Gavin Kirkland: NO IDEA! BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG CRAWLS OVER TO ADAM, AND DRAGS HIM OVER TO THE CORNER! PLACING HIM IN IT BEFORE HANGING HIM UP IN A TREE OF WOE! ADAM IS ALREADY UNCONSCIOUS AT THIS POINT!
Stew-O: YEAH, BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG IS GOING TO MAKE SURE THERE IS NO WAY HE CAN RECOVER! GRABBING A DOUBLE WRISTLOCK IN THAT TREE OF WOE, AND UNLOADING WITH STOMPS TO THE CHEST AS THE REFEREE COUNTS ALONG!
Referee: ONE!
Gavin Kirkland: THESE RAPID FIRE STOMPS ARE VICIOUS, AND LOOK!! ARMSTRONG ISN’T STOMPING WILDLY, HE’S TARGETING THE AREA HE JUST BUSTED OPEN WITH THAT RING!!
Referee: TWO!
Persephone: For crying out loud, count faster ref!
Referee: THREE!
Stew-O: REFEREE GETTING CLOSER TO FIVE AS DRAKE ARMSTRONG IS INCENSED! CONTINUING TO UNLOAD!
Referee: FOUR!
(Finally, Armstrong relents. Backing away from Adam Lucas in the corner as he’s hung upside down still. Adam is still unconscious from the ring, as at this point what Drake was doing was overkill. However, it was not over yet-)
Stew-O: “DRAKENOMICS!!!”
Gavin Kirkland: OH MY GOD!!! DRAKE ARMSTRONG WITH ONE MORE HUGE STOMP TO THE ALREADY KNOCKED OUT ADAM LUCAS!!! IF HE WASN’T OUT BEFORE, HE DEFINITELY IS NOW! JUST LOOK AT ALL THE BLOOD RUSHING FROM HIS HEAD!! ARMSTRONG DRAGS ADAM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING BY HIS ANKLE!
Stew-O: ADAM LUCAS’ FOREHEAD IS COVERED IN BLOOD!! EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE IS STUNNED AFTER THAT VILE DISPLAY FROM ARMSTRONG, BUT DRAKE DOESN’T CARE! HE ROLLS ADAM OVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
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TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
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THHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
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(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERE’S YOUR WINNER… AND THE NEW EAW WORLD CHAMPION… DRAKE ARMSTRONG!!
(Drake sits up off the cover, and gives a knowing look to the camera as ‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki plays to a chorus of boos.)
(Drake rises to his feet after that, and gets handed the EAW World Championship before having his hand raised in victory by the ref. Drake climbs to the middle rope, and taunts with the championship, yelling out to the fans while celebratory pyro goes off in the background.)
Stew-O: He did it! Drake Armstrong is the NEW World Champion!
Persephone: Kill me.
Gavin Kirkland: I mean, you don’t have to like the way he did it. But you have to respect it, because he got the job done by any means necessary! Not like Adam Lucas hasn’t taken his fair share of shortcuts to retain also!
Stew-O: Yeah, but with one reign closed, another one opens to where fans are begging, PLEADING for someone to knock this guy off his mountain. But with Hans neutralized at Road to Redemption, Drake’s getting to enjoy this moment as no one can possibly sour this occasion!
Gavin Kirkland: Well, that’s one way to close out our night, folks! Better yet, our year! A new World Champion, and we’ll have to see how this unfolds in the new year!
Persephone: I’ll have to see about handing in my resignation letter, cause no way I’m sitting through whatever obnoxious celebration this guy has planned.
(Drake steps off the middle rope, and the final shot of Festival of Lights is Drake raising the Championship standing over Adam Lucas, still knocked out from the ring. Drake has a smug expression in spite of the boos, and nothing can ruin his night as he is… victorious.)
(EAW Logo Buzzes…)
[Male] Elitist of the Year
Michael Machina
[Female] Elitist of the Year
Veena Adams
Booker of the Year
Minerva
Backup Writer of the Year
Michael Machina
[Female] Promoer of the Year
Minerva
[Male] Promoer of the Year
Adam Lucas
[Female] Match of the Year
Bea Valentine vs. Ms. Extreme – Pain For Pride
[Male] Match of the Year
Jake Smith vs. Adam Lucas – Barbed Wire Massacre X – Fighting Spirit 2025
[Intergender] Match of the Year
Methuselah vs. KASAI – Grand Rampage 2025
Feud of the Year
Silas World vs. Showdown – Showdown
Womens Champion of the Year
Ms. Extreme
Answers World Champion of the Year
Veena Adams
World Heavyweight Champion of the Year
Cy Henderson
EAW Champion of the Year
Adam Lucas
Extreme Moment of the Year
Drake Armstrong & Hans Grayson use a grenade and acid to win War Games – Territorial Invasion 2025
Shocking Moment of the Year
Limmy Monaghan uses the electric chair on both Xander & Peyton Payne – Shock Value 2025
Comeback of the Year
Cy Henderson
Return Moment of the Year
Ms. Extreme comes back at Fighting Spirit and takes her sister’s place in No Way Out. – Fighting Spirit 2025
Rookie of the Year
Kai Rabeaux
Next Up in 2025
Kai Rabeaux
Tag Team of the Year
Fire & Ice
Most Improved
Akari Kiyoko
