(The show opens with the coldest of cold opens out on the snow covered streets of Oslo, Norway. The Telenor Arena is shown behind a large crowd which is screaming and shouting angrily about something. Loud chants can be heard as the camera slowly pans throughout the commotion. The camera passes by a large neckbeard waving an American flag in Norway for some reason.)
Neckbeard: HELL YEAH! WE SENDING THEM WHORES BACK TO THE KITCHEN!
(The camera continues to move through the crowd of mostly men trying to avoid the incels who grip their AKs under their trenchcoats tightly as the camera passes by them.)
Incels: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! It’s our time now! HE will show us the way!
(The camera moves now to the front of the crowd past a group of women who are shown making sandwiches for the rest of the crowd.)
Women: We just want to make our man happy! That’s what HE deserves after all!
(The camera pans away from the women as they hand a massive foot long sandwich to the leader of the protests who is none other than EAW Hall of Famer and National Elite Champion Lethal Consequences.)
Lethal Consequences: That’s National EXTREME Champion fucker. I know what you were thinking! I can read minds and break the fourth wall. I’m like Deadpool but I ain’t dead, bitch. Don’t even try to deny it!
(Lethal Consequences is shown with a megaphone.)
Lethal Consequences: Look at all these people heading into the arena buying tickets to consume the EAW product! They are all sheep! Followers of the SJW cult just buying into all the bullshit and agenda driven narratives that the crooked HRDO and Dynasty pushes each and every week! Just look at this garbage! Look at tonight’s main event! They threw in two random women just for feminist representation! They shouldn’t even be there! This equality bullshit is just there to tip the scales of power in their favor! They want to rule but they should know their place. This is more blatant than the scene in Avengers Endgame where the female superheroes all happened to assemble together at the same place on the battlefield to defend Spider-Man! Sad!
Crowd: SAD! SAD! SAD!
Lethal Consequences: I am so tired of having my rights as a man stripped away by these people! Don’t even get me started on the card for tonight! Half of these matches are for the so-called “Iconic Cup” which is just a blatant rip off of the far superior King of Elite tournament. A tournament invented by men! Men invented wrestling tournaments! Men invented championships and now these women are all appropriating our culture! But it is our time to take it back! Look at all these women as champions in EAW! I am the last real man around here! TLA and Justin Windgate don’t count. TLA was only allowed to win the World Title because he is a minority and the SJWs that run this place needed to virtue signal and “prove” they ain’t racist! Don’t even get me started on the soy boy beta cuck Justin Windgate! Just look at him! This soy infused pothead doesn’t even know what testosterone smells like! Justin Windgate is the kind of man who the feminists want all men to turn into! Windgate is the kind of man who would apologize for his wife cheating on him. Sad!
Crowd: SAD! SAD! SAD!
Lethal Consequences: Luckily we are here in Norway the land of red blooded real men! True Viking motherfuckers up in here. EAW needs more people like you. Less people like Cameron Ella Ava who should go back to where she came from. Less people like Andrea Valentine or Raven Roberts who should get their fine asses back into the kitchen! They are destroying the ratings with their piss break matches week in and week out! I mean are you kidding me with this shit?
Random Guy In Crowd: YEAH! WHAT IF THEY GET PREGNANT? THEY CAN’T BE TRUSTED WITH THE JOB AS CHAMPION!
Lethal Consequences: You make a very good point sir. Not to mention how emotional they can be. Unlike us out here having this very peaceful and civil demonstration of men’s rights. Our emotions are entirely restrained and influenced solely by logic!
(The crowd is shown throwing their drinks at random female fans as they try to enter the arena.)
Lethal Consequences: Tonight that all ends! Peace has not gotten us what we wanted. Being civil is how these SJW cult members were allowed to take over. Tonight we end the injustice that has plagued EAW and our society for too long! EAW has been overrun by overrated women as champions for too long! Tonight just like my personal hero Martin Luther King Jr. we will march upon Dynasty for Jobs and Freedom because I have a dream too. I have a dream that HRDO and EAW will strip all these women of their gold! Enough is enough! But that’s not enough. I am going to demand that HRDO strip them of even more of their gold! They gonna take it all off! Get your phones ready men! Tonight we take what is ours!
(The crowd unleashes a deep pitched masculine roar as they are shown wearing Viking helmets and carrying axes and moving towards the arena like an army charging into battle. Men toting guns, pitchforks, and torches begin to fill up the screen as LC gives one last :dave: into the camera as the scene fades to black.)
(EAW Intro plays.)
(The camera cuts to the inside of the Telenor Arena in Oslo, Norway where the sold out crowd is on their feet as fireworks blast across the entire building. The camera eventually fades into the commentary table where Jake Mercer is shown wearing a Viking helmet.)
Stew-O: Would you take that off?
Jake Mercer: NO! This is a trophy of my Viking ancestors who fought in the great Hell in a Cell Match against the English in 793 at Lindisfarne!
Stew-O: That didn’t happen buddy and they didn’t even wear those style of helmets. Take it off or I can’t help you if one of these fans decides to take matters into their own hands.
(A fan is shown smacking the helmet off Jake’s head from behind. He screams in pain before settling into his commentary seat.)
Flannery McCoy: I have to say I don’t feel very safe here tonight. Was that an actual mob outside the arena?
Stew-O: Well I have faith in security that they will… Uhh let’s be honest they are probably getting in. How does this keep happening?
Jake Mercer: EAW brought it on themselves by pushing this feminist agenda! Tonight men reclaim our rights! :blessed: #MensRights
Flannery McCoy: I think you have too many rights just being allowed to run your mouth every week Jake. Anyway tonight is going to be one hell of a show regardless of what the haters outside have to say about it! It is the second show of the New Year and tonight we are going to see the continuation of the Iconic Cup and King of Elite tournaments! Osamu Arcichida vs. Angel de Plata! NvL vs. Mike Gambino! Constance Blevins vs. Harper Lee! Sarah Price vs… ugh Kengingten Calhoun-Astor! And more!
Stew-O: It should be a great show indeed Flannery and I don’t know how anyone could have a problem with the product that EAW has been putting out so far in 2020. Not only do we have established talent like that competing for the top trophies in those tournaments. But we are starting off tonight with some talent who is not in those tournaments and is looking to push their career forward in 2020 regardless of their opportunities! So let’s get it started!
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring with a microphone to announce the first match of the evening.)
Stephie Love – The following contest is scheduled for…
Fans – ONE FALL!!!!
( Somebody’s gonna get it by Three 6 Mafia hits on the sound system as the big man makes his way to the ring. )
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Dallas Texas! Weighing in at 400 pounds; SCOOB HENRY!!!!
Jake Mercer: The self proclaimed World Strongest Man has a challenge on his hands tonight on his debut match! But he looks ready.
Flannery McCoy: The crowd sure doesn’t seem to phase him, he is focused on getting it done tonight.
( The Devil Inside by Charlie Harper then plays on the sound system, the fans sends a chorus of boos louder than against Scoob as Ronan and his manager makes their way to the ring. )
Stephie Love: Annnnd his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Sylas Sanders. From Cape Town, South Africa. Weighing in at 275 pounds… RONAAAAN MAAAAAALOSIII!!!!!
( The fans begins a chant of ‘’QUIT RONAN QUIT!! QUIT RONAN QUIT!! QUIT RONAN QUIT!!’’ )
Jake Mercer: Wait this is becoming a thing? Are you kidding me?
Flannery McCoy giggles: I’m not going to lie that I enjoy this. It doesn’t seem to phase Ronan much though.
Jake Mercer: This is a joke! But anyway this is going to be one heck of a match between the two powerhouses.
( DING! DING! DING! )
Stew-O: And here we GO!
Both men are meeting at the center of the ring, Ronan is slightly taller than Scoob edging him by an inch but Henry has a 125 pounds advantage on his opponent both of them are staring a whole into each other while outside of the ring Silas is barking at his protégé to get on with the offensive which he does as he goes against the ropes going for a shoulder tackle that doesn’t phase Scoob one bit! Henry mouths to try again which Ronan does and it is again blocked by the bigger man! Annoyed Ronan goes for it a third time only he goes for a boot now BUT HENRY DUCKS TO THE SIDE CATCHING MALOSI AND RAMS HIM DOWN WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM! Just like that Ronan is on his back, writhing in pain but Scoob doesn’t limit himself to that, bouncing off the ropes he leaps for a splash which connects and makes the entire ring to shake!! He goes for the cover!!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT BY MALOSI!! How humiliating would it have been had he not raised his shoulder up?
Flannery McCoy: It would be up there in EAW’s shortest matches! Maybe it would’ve been incentives to quit?
Jake Mercer: You won’t drop it won’t you.
Flannery McCoy: You think the fans will? But let’s focus on the match shall we?
Stew-O: Thanks you two, moving on Scoob is back on his feet boasting his strength to the crowd who boos him up good. It allows Ronan to get up to his knees but Henry grabs him by the hair and throws him against a corner. Moving on the opposite one the big man charges forth and slams into Ronan crushing him against the turnbuckles!! Was it me or did the ring shake a little bit? Scoob throws in a series of punches to Malosi’s face keeping him grounded in the corner before putting his massive boot against his throat and push hard! The referee is calling for Scoob to break the hold but he keeps it until the limit of legality before letting go and raise his arms in the air to rouse the crowd some more.
Jake Mercer: Dominant start from the Dallas born strong man!
Stew-O: Ronan is slowly rising up to his feet by grabbing onto the ropes while Henry is still boasting and provoking the Oslo crowd too taken in his own arrogance to see Malosi move quickly behind him and with force pushing the big man into the nearby corner! He grabs a handful of hair and begins to smash Scoob’s head against the top turnbuckle a bunch of times starting some offensive! Ronan slams Scoob’s face a good ten times against the turnbuckle leaning the big man dazed there. Ronan isn’t done he keeps holding onto Scoobs’ hair and yanked hard forcing the man to drop on his back! That must hurt! Henry holds his hair in pain as Ronan moves on and climbs on the second turnbuckle BUT HENRY SCOOPS HIM UP AND BRINGS HIM DOWN WITH A SAMOAN DROP IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!
Scoob: THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH? YOU AIN’T NUTHIN!!
Stew-O: Lot’s of trash talk on his behalf that man as he grabs both of Ronan’s hands and then begins to stomp on his chest with heavy drops of the foot! Ronan will feel that in the morning! Henry let’s go of Ronan’s arms and goes against the ropes, moving in on Ronan he drops down with a big leg across the chest! He goes for the cover!
Flannery McCoy: Too Early!! Malosi kicks out despite the early beating he is taking!
Jake Mercer: If this keeps up though how long will he last?
Stew-O: We’ll see!
Stew-O: Hard hand landed stiffly on Ronan’s chest by Scoob who delivers a second then a left followed by a third right hard! Irish whip from Scoob who sends Malosi into the ropes, he bounces and gets collected by a stiff clothesline getting him on the ground quickly. Henry doesn’t give him respite and gets him to his feet although the Cape Town crippler is wobbling. Scoob with an Irish wish again and on the rebound he grabs hold of Malosi and drills him down with a Belly to Belly Suplex!! He goes for the cover!
Henry: Stay the fuck down!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT BY MALOSI!! The resilience on that guy!
Flannery McCoy: He just won’t quit!
Stew-O: Scoob picks Ronan up and lifts him over his head choking him with both hands!! He keeps him up there until the referee is about to disqualify him before move run rather towards a corner and drives Malosi against the turnbuckles!! Scoob doesn’t stop there he rams his shoulder into Malosi’s rib cage a few times the impact is massive considering the strength of the man who then stands up straight and brings a staggering Ronan along with him before he throws him between the ropes and outside of the ring! The big man rolls out and zones in on Maloso grabbing him by the shirt and Irish whips him hard against the guard rail near our announce table!! He doesn’t stop there he brings Malosi up and throws him into a big Irish whip again sending Ronan against some guard rails!! Up in the ring the referee is counting which Henry counters by moving in and out of the ring quickly although looking annoyed that he has to do that. Moving towards Ronan he throws a few lunchbox punches to the face on Malosi’s mug before Irish whipping him INTO THE RING STEPS!! Malosi is holding himself cringed in pain under the repeated assaults from Scoob who then gets in the ring and trash talks the Cape Town native daring him to get back into the ring and fight! Malosi is encouraged by his manager Sylas who urges him to pick himself up and get back into the fight!
Crowd: Quit Ronan Quit! Quit Ronan Quit! Quit Ronan Quit! Quit Ronan Quit! Quit Ronan Quit!
Stew-O: The official counts up to seven before Malos is able to hike himself up inside the ring and he is grabbed by Henry who gets him into a tight bear hug! He squeezes the ribs of Ronan shortening his breath!!
Jake Mercer: Ronan looks like a rag doll in Scoob’s arms it’s incredible!
Flannery McCoy: Will Malosi get out of this predicament??
Stew-O: To think Ronan is taller but he seems to slowly fade away! The effect of the hold gaining on his consciousness while we hear Silas scream atop of his lungs to his protegé! The referee grabs Ronan’s left arm raising it in the air and lets it drop limply.
Stew-O: Second attempt, same manoeuver from the referee and same result the arm drops down inert!
Stew-O: Will it happen a third time? Is Ronan done for? The referee lifts his arm over his head a third time while Henry keeps on squeezing seemingly with all his might! The official lets go of the arm, Ronan’s hand is bald into a fist AND HE SLAMS IT DOWN ON SCOOB’S FACE!!! RONAN IS NOT GIVING UP!! HE GOES FOR A SECOND STRIKE AND A THIRD ON THE SIDE OF HENRY’S HEAD WHO BEGINS TO LET GO OF RONAN! He is free after a well placed elbow strikes to the temple and Scoob drops to a knee like at the start of the match!! Ronan shakes his head trying to loosen the cough webs and wake up more before bouncing off the ropes twists then strikes at Scoob with a discus lariat which has Henry reeling but doesn’t bring him down! Once again against the ropes while Scoob tries to get up AND RONAN WITH A SPEAR!! HENRY GOES DOWN!! Malosi seems to be gaining some momentum as he picks Henry and moves him to his feet for THE DERAILER!! SCOOB IS BACK ON HIS BACK! RONAN WITH THE COVER!!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
(The Devil Inside by Charlie Harper then plays as the crowd goes to a frenzy of boos’! )
Stephie Love: The winner of this bout Ronaaan… MALOSIIIIII!!!!
Stew-O: Ronan gets back to his winning ways in a very convincing win against the debuting Scoob Henry! Both men did great tonight but in the end the experience of Ronan prevailed, I definitely look forward to seeing what both men do going forward.
(Ronan is seen with his arms up in a celebration of victory as the camera fades elsewhere)
(Dynasty comes back to air with Stephie Love on standby)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…
(“Life is Beautiful” by Lil Peep begins to play and Spencer Bradley makes his way out to the entrance ramp to a mixed reaction. Bradley strokes his hand through his wet dark hair and walks methodically toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: From Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 215 pounds, SPENCERRRR BRADLEYYYY!
Stew-O: Bradley is making his debut here in EAW and on Dynasty. This is a man we don’t know a lot about…
Jake Mercer: We know he was born with a lot of money, he’s had some trouble, but he’s certainly talented. Hailing from Australia, THE LAND DOWN UNDA, Bradley has come a long ways to prove himself here in EAW.
(“Kill v. Maim” by Grimes begins to play and Sapphire Estelle walks out to the ring with a smile on her face. Sapphire slaps some hands of the fans as she walks toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent, from Normandy, France, weighing in at 120 pounds, she is THE DEADLIEST DOVE — SAPPPHIIIIRRREEE ESTELLE!
Flannery McCoy: The Deadliest Dove is back here on Dynasty. At Road to Redemption she competed in the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal and tonight she’s looking to prove herself by disappointing Spencer in his debut match tonight.
Stew-O: Sapphire would love nothing more than to get her mojo back here tonight and move up the ranks here on Dynasty with a win against Bradley.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Flannery McCoy: And we’re underway as Bradley circles Estelle, who shows no sign of intimidation despite Bradley’s clear size advantage. The two lock-up and Bradley immediately takes control with a side headlock. Estelle, however, counters the headlock and takes hold of Bradley with a wrist-lock. Bradley turns, counters, and now has Estelle in a wrist-lock. Estelle yelling out in pain as Bradley wrenches on that wrist. OH!
Jake Mercer: Estelle charges toward the ropes — springboards! — and executes a perfect arm drag on Bradley. Bradley springs back to his feet, though, and looks for a huge lariat. Estelle ducks the lariat, spins Bradley around. A kick to the midsection and SHE CONNECTS WITH A HUGE DDT! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN!
Stew-O: A quick kickout by Spencer Bradley, the Deadliest Dove is going to need to do more than that to put this man away, with his big weight advantage. Estelle hops back to her feet and charges Bradley. Bradley ducks under and Estelle hops over him. Bradley gets back to his feet, Estelle charges again, but Bradley leaps over her. Estelle once again comes off the ropes… AND LANDS A BIG DROP KICK! Bradley gets back to his feet AND ANOTHER BIG DROP KICK FROM ESTELLE! WOW!
Jake Mercer: The French Goddess is on FIRE! I heard she once decapitated a woman with that effective drop-kick in hand to hand combat during her time in the French Re-
Flannery McCoy: Estelle is motioning for Bradley to get back to his feet once again and he does. She runs at Bradley… HE POPS HER UP! AND PLANTS HER WITH A POWERBOMB! A vicious powerbomb. But he isn’t looking for the cover here. Bradley is motioning toward the crowd who are booing him.
Stew-O: The wind has been knocked out of the Dove, who is gasping for air after that well executed powerbomb. Bradley picks Estelle up by her long blonde hair… and delivers a swift European uppercut which sends her stumbling toward the corner. Estelle is hanging onto the ropes in the corner, trying her best to stay on her vertical base. Bradley walks to the opposite corner, signaling this might be the end. HE CHARGES! AND HE LOOKS FOR DREAMS OF SERENITY, THE BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE, BUT ESTELLE IS ABLE TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY!
Jake Mercer: Aw, mate! The little bugga slips outta the way!
Flannery McCoy: Your Australian accent is absolutely terrible. Back in action now, Bradley looks for a superkick, but Estelle ducks that too! She is just so quick, so agile, it’s hard to get ahold of her. Estelle comes behind Bradley and… ROLLS HIM UP! THIS COULD BE IT! THE ROLL UP!
Stew-O: SPENCER BRADLEY KICKS OUT! And Sapphire Estelle knows just how close she was to putting this thing away. Bradley gets back to his feet and Estelle does as well, albeit a little slower, as her back is clearly still in pain from that power bomb earlier. Bradley takes the advantage, grabbing Estelle by her hair. He lifts her up AND DROPS HER DOWN WITH A BIG VERTICAL SUPLEX! Bradley runs off the ropes… and follows it up with a big leg drop right to the midsection of Estelle, who is once again left on the mat gasping for air. But the newcomer once again doesn’t take advantage here, instead gesturing to the crowd that he is in complete control of this match.
Flannery McCoy: I think he’s making a mistake here, he could potentially put this match away, but instead he’s taking his time. Sapphire Estelle isn’t one that you want to toy with.
Jake Mercer: Well, depends how you’re toying with her…
Stew-O: You’re right. AND SHE’S ALREADY BACK ON HER FEET! Bradley doesn’t even notice. SAPPHIRE ESTELLE HOPS ON THE BACK OF BRADLEY…. AND LOCKS IN THE BLACK LOTUS! THAT GUILLOTINE CHOKE IS LOCKED IN!
Jake Mercer: CRIKEY!
Flannery McCoy: Spencer Bradley’s arms are flailing around and he’s clearly in trouble here as Estelle screams for him to give up. Bradley remains vertical, but he knows he’s in trouble and if he gets to the mat, this thing is over. Bradley walks toward the ropes as Estelle wrenches in that choke… OH! OH! BRADLEY ATTEMPTS TO FLIP ESTELLE OVER THE ROPES… but both competitors tumble to the apron! They both hold on, avoid the spill to the outside, and now both of them are on the apron.
Jake Mercer: Yeah, but look at Bradley. He’s clenching his throat as he was clearly hurt from that choke. Sapphire Estelle almost had this match won!
Stew-O: Estelle connects with a right hand to Bradley. Bradley exchanges a right to Estelle which sends her back a few feet. Both are still on the apron. Estelle charges Bradley… BUT HE CONNECTS WITH AN UPPERCUT WHICH SENDS HER RIGHT OVER THE ROPES AND BACK INTO THE RING! I think he might’ve broke her jaw with that uppercut. But no, Estelle hops back to her feet. She charges Bradley… AND HE CONNECTS WITH A PELE KICK!
Flannery McCoy: A massive pele kick sends Sapphire Estelle flat on her back on the mat. That was a huge move that shifted the momentum squarely in Bradley’s favor here. Bradley nods and motions to the crowd that this is the end of the match here. Wait, Bradley is going up top… he’s on the top turnbuckle now! HE FLIES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A MOONSAULT! HE CALLS THAT ‘COME BACK TO EARTH!’ BUT I THINK SAPPHIRE HAS LEFT THE STRATOSPHERE! HE HOOKS BOTH LEGS FOR A PIN!
Stew-O: IT’S OVER! THE DEBUTING SPENCER BRADLEY HAS WON THE MATCH!
Stephie Love: Here is your winner — SPENCER BRADLEYYYYYYYYY!!!
Flannery McCoy: A big showing tonight by Spencer Bradley in his debut, capturing the win over The Deadliest Dove and showing the crowd here Oslo that you can be cocky and still come away the winner.
Jake Mercer: Put some shrimp on the barbie, baby, because Spencer Bradley has not disappointed his fans back home.
Stew-O: Folks, we apologize for Jake’s tasteless comments, and I’m sure Spencer is proud to pick up the win as we all keep those in Australia in our thoughts as they suffer the massive wildfires which have taken the lives of many and have been so tragic for their country.
Flannery McCoy: It’s always nice to win your debut match and Spencer Bradley walks out of Norway tonight with his head held high as there are surely big things to come from this young man on Dynasty going forward.
(The scene opens up backstage as we see someone wrapping tape onto their wrists up inside the locker-room area. The camera begins to step back to reveal it was Drake King alone preparing for his night. Drake is putting his ring gear on as he does some minor stretches and remains seated in his folding chair.)
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Drake King: Hey? Who is it? I’m busy and I don’t want to be bothered by any annoying–
???: It’s me!
(A high pitched voice pierced from the other side of the locker-room door.)
Drake King: It’s me…ME WHO?!?
???: Your tag team partner, silly!
(Drake’s eyes light up. His shoulders rise, he hops out of the chair, looking around the messy locker room as he quickly shuffles in an attempt to clean up the room before he begins to walk towards the door. Drake begins playing with his long hair as he steps towards the door.)
Drake King: Sierra?!
“Sierra Bradford”: Open up the door, I wanna see you before the match tonight!
(Drake does a quick breath check as he walks over and grabs the door knob. He speaks as he twists the door open and cracks it wide.)
Drake King: Ok! Ok that’s great, you wanna talk strategy and methods where we can take out these two…
(Drake’s excitement disappears as disgust flushes over his face.)
Drake King: Oh my goodness…Holy Ghost in heaven no! NO Anybody but you! What do you want? Why are you here? What did I do to deserve this right now?!
The Visual Prophet: :mjgrin: Sup, bitch?
Drake King: You troll, what do you want? Lying little… I thought you said you were Sierra Bradford!
The Visual Prophet: I never said that, silly. Relax man. It’s me, your REAL tag team partner. le prophète visuel! Oui, oui, oui!
Drake King: Stop saying “wee, wee, wee” and leave!
The Visual Prophet: C’mon, I thought you would be happier to see me, darling. It’s like a mini reunion of sorts you and I, Drake! Vizzy and Drizzy aka the co-winners of the 2019 Romance of the Year! Everytime we are together it’s magic on these television screens.
Drake King: Well first off, no I am not happy to see you. Secondly, we won BROMANCE of the year, not ROMANCE of the year.
The Visual Prophet: Same difference :mjgrin:
Drake King: Thirdly, get out. We are not a tag team. Also, if we WERE a tag team…it’d be Drizzy and Vizzy because my name should be first and
The Visual Prophet: And because it makes perfect sense for Viz to be right behind you, right?
Drake King: Exactly
Drake King: NO! No not exactly! Why are you here, seriously? I thought you were someone else and you misled me into thinking you were her and her and I have a match tonight and me and you don’t and
The Visual Prophet: Calm down, Drake. Relax. Look, I’m sorry if you were under the impression I was your little boo thang Sierra Bradford but my brother I am not. For one, she may be cute but she isn’t half as beautiful as Viz. another thing, why are you so excited to team with this girl? You and I are undefeated and likely could and should be putting our case in for tag title shots given the fact that we won an award as a tag team and did so in like a month and a half together, what’s your deal?
Drake King: Whats my deal? I’ll tell you my deal, Viz! I never asked to be teammates with you when we did. In fact I resented the very idea of being teamed with you. Granted, we did win every time but it was mainly from my efforts. You got saddled with me and I kept the spotlight on you so I get why you want to make Drizzy and Vizzy a thing but it’s not.
The Visual Prophet: But Bradford and King just might be?
Drake King: I mean, maybe. If she’s cool with it, I think me and her can and will succeed together. I don’t know. Hopefully things go right tonight.
The Visual Prophet: You sounds almost nervous. This girl has your nose wider than the English Channel.
Drake King: Yeah WAIT! I’m not nervous. Stop putting words in my mouth.
The Visual Prophet: Fine, how about I put something else in your mouth? :mjgrin:
Drake King: Get OUT!
The Visual Prophet: Wait! I did come in to say something important. No joke this time, let me say my peace.
Drake King: God…fine. What do you want, Viz?
The Visual Prophet: I just want you to know…regardless of you and your new girlfriends tag team tenure, Vizzy…OOPS! I mean Drizzy and Vizzy is untapped potential and we really should capitalize on the momentum.
Drake King: Sierra and my business doesn’t concern you and for the last time, we are not partners?
The Visual Prophet: So that’s how you feel? I disagree but, listen my friend
Drake King: No! Not partners, not a tag team, not friends, we are not nothing! At all! No matter how hard you try to force it and how hard EAW wants to will it into existence. In fact? I’m going to solidify my solo career at King of Elite when I finally capture that World Heavyweight Championship and put an end to all of this TLA nonsense. You can sit in the back playing fanfic and having graphic designers photoshop us together with you being Lebron and me as Anthony Davis. Or me as Captain America and you as Iron Man. I’m solo and that’s how it’s going to be especially after I win that big gold belt at King of Elite.
The Visual Prophet: Speaking of King of Elite. You do know I am in that tournament right?
Drake King: Yea, so what?
The Visual Prophet: So, What i’m getting at is that the winner of that tournament is crowned the 2020 King of Elite winner. That means if I win, technically we both could be Kings…except I’d be legit and yours would be because of your name. Also, Sierra Bradford can’t be your queen seeing as my sweetheart Minerva spit in her face and beat her last week in the first round.
Drake King: Look, enough rambling. Get to your point.
The Visual Prophet: My point is, friend…winner of King of Elite also gets to challenge for a World title of their choosing. Now, seeing as I thought we were friends I was thinking I’d win the tournament, go after one of those other belts and me and you could both rock World Championship gold and be the most successful friends in EAW. Vizzy and Drizzy; running two shows and collecting all the gold. But, seeing as we aren’t friends in your eyes…I could just decide fuck the partnership and put all eyes on you seeing as you think you will beat TLA for his belt. Then, I could walk right up and challenge you and take that World Heavyweight Championship away from you right after you finally win it. That’s a crazy plan, right? Me turning on my bestest friend in the world. Fucked up ain’t it?
Drake King: You…wait…what?!
(Drake s stares at Viz who’s humorous smile had left and an intensity encompasses his face. Both men stare at each other as if a fight was about to break out right there until…)
The Visual Prophet: Mhm…SIKE!! I’M JUST KIDDING! I would never do that to you Drake. I’d never plot against you and throw away everything we have built. As long as we are still friends…you have nothing to worry about!
(Prophet pats King in the shoulders before reaching up to twist his fingers through his hair before Drake shakes his head and slaps his hand away.)
Drake King: GET OUT! GET OUT!
The Visual Prophet: Ha! Good luck out there with that cutie pie Sierra! Maybe you can pass her to the bro after you are done having fun with her!
Drake King: OUT!
The Visual Prophet: Sharing is caring!
Drake King: OOOOOOUUUUT!!!!
(Viz scurries away as Drake is red and flustered after being worked up by Prophet. Drake begins taking deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down and relax but he keeps thinking about what Viz said.)
Drake King: That creep just can’t keep creeping around and creeping up on me. This is foolish. Talking about if he wins King of Elite and I win the World Heavyweight Championship…I WILL win that belt. He’s delusional. He’s insanely but…what if he is right?
(Drake tilts his head to the door as the scene fades out.)
Jake Mercer: Drake keeps trying to hammer home the point him and Viz are done but Prophet isn’t letting him leave. Like a fling that keeps hanging on, Drake is aimed for bigger prospects; namely Sierra Bradford and the World Heavyweight championship it seems.
Flannery McCoy: The Bromance of the year is clearly not dead and it might take an interesting turn if both men make it to King of Elite and win out. Drake as World Heavyweight Champ, Viz winning KOE and becoming AWC or EAW champion? They would become the most powerful alliance in the company.
Stew-O: Or Drake can keep putting Viz down and force Prophet to win King of Elite and challenge him for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Flannery McCoy: I think Drake is going to think oppose any contact with Viz but maybe for his benefit he should stop spurning Viz and maybe keep him as a potential ally. If The Visual Prophet wins King of Elite and pulls a Malcolm Jones, Drake could be in trouble and we could have two new World Champions soon in 2020!
Jake Mercer: Viz would never turn on the King.
Flannery McCoy: Drake has turned on Viz before…who knows what that mad man is thinking!
(‘Hell on Heels’ by Pistol Annies hits, as the crowd erupts into boos. Kensingten Calhoun-Astor steps out onto the stage and makes her way down to the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following match is scheduled for!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: And it is a first round matchup in the Iconic Cup!! Making her way to the ring, from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in at 143lbs!!!! KENSINNNNNNGTENNNNN CALHOUUUUUUUUNN-ASTORRRRRRRRRRR
Stew-O: Here we are with a first round match in the Iconic Cup. Tonight we have none other than Showdown’s own Minerva sitting at ringside as we watch this upcoming match up. Are you looking forward to scouting your future opponent, Minerva?
Minerva: Scouting? I’m only here because I was told I had to be here. I have better things to do that watch these two Elitists.
Flannery McCoy: Well Kensingten is definitely a tough competitor in EAW. For her to win the Iconic Cup would be huge for her. She’s from a family tree that has seen tons of success and fame. Winning the Iconic Cup will only add onto her Families riches.
(“Land of the Innocent” by the Feathers hits, as Sarah Price steps out onto the stage. The crowd praises her with cheers, as Sarah embraces all of her fan. She walks down the ramp and makes her way down to the ring with a bright smile on her face)
Stephie Love: And her opponent.. From London, UK… Weighing in at 110lbs!!!! SARAHHHHHHH PRICEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Jake Mercer: So question.. Was that Sarah Price on the December 6th edition of Dynasty or not?
Flannery McCoy: It was. I think. I don’t know to be quite honest with you Jake. She says that wasn’t her.
Stew-O: Maybe she was referring to the way she acted that night? Or maybe it was just some Sarah Price look alike that happened to make it backstage.
Jake Mercer: That’s stupid Stew-O.. That had to be her…
Flannery McCoy: I don’t know what to believe. Especially when you’re making claims Jake..
Jake Mercer: What’s that supposed to mean?
Stew-O: Well whoever it was that night, tonight we have the real Sarah Price. She’s been doing her thing on Voltage over the course of this season, and has a huge opportunity here if she could knock Kensingten out of this Iconic Cup!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And this first round matchup is now underway, as Sarah Price charges at Kensingten with a clothesline! But Kensingten manages to duck underneath it as Sarah Price runs to the far ropes. Sarah rebounds off of the ropes, but is met by a powerful armdrag by Kensingten Calhoun-Astor!!!
Flannery McCoy: Sarah tried to make the first move, but it didn’t turn out the way she wanted. Sarah Price quickly gets up to her feet, as Kensingten stands behind her. Sarah Price turns around, and is met by hard kick to the gut by Kensingten Calhoun-Astor! Kensington pulls her in!! Snap Suplex!
Jake Mercer: Kensington quickly gets back up to her feet, as she stomps down onto the chest and shoulders of Sarah Price! Kensingten now grabs Sarah by the head and brings her up to her feet. Kensingten then whips Sarah Price into the turnbuckle, as Sarah crashes back first into the corner!!
Stew-O: And here goes Kensingten as she walks over to Sarah Price. Kensingten now kicks Sarah Price right at the side of her abdomen! And another! And another!! Kensingten isn’t holding back at all here tonight!! Sarah Price slowly makes her way out of the corner, holding her ribs and obliques, as Kensingten grabs her arm and whips her towards the far ropes!
Jake Mercer: And it looks like Kensingten is setting up for a back body drop onto Sarah Price, as she bends over! But no! Sarah Price hangs onto the ropes to prevent herself from rebounding back towards Calhoun-Astor!!! Kensingten has no idea, as Sarah walks right up to Kensingten and punt kicks her right in the chest!!! Kensingten pops right up, and is met by a quick dropkick by Sarah Price that sends her straight to the mat!
Flannery McCoy: Great counter by Sarah Price!!
Minerva: It was alright..
Stew-O: Sarah Price now stomps down onto the stomach of Kensingten, as Kensingten pops up into a seated position. Sarah then turns around and runs to the far ropes, she rebounds, and connects with a powerful running dropkick to the upper body of the seated Kensingten Calhoun-Astor, as Kensingten falls back!! Sarah quickly covers!!!
Jake Mercer: And Kensingten kicks out shortly after the 2 count! Sarah gets back up to her feet, as Kensingten slowly follows behind her. Sarah grabs Kensingten’s arm and whips her towards the corner, as Kensingten crashes up against the turnbuckle. Sarah now charges at Kensingten with a clothesline in the corner!!
Stew-O: No!! Kensingten counters it with a back body drop, as Sarah Price goes flying over the top rope!! But Sarah lands on the apron, as she was able to get a hold of the top rope before being tossed over by Kensingten! And now Sarah connects with a strong forearm to the face of Kensingten from the apron! And another! Sarah goes for a third forearm shot, but Kensingten manages to duck underneath it! Kensingten pops back up, and slaps Sarah Price right across the face!!! Sarah Price nearly fell off of the apron right there, but she was able to hold onto the top rope to prevent her fall! Kensingten now grabs Sarah Price by the head, as she slams it hard against the steel post behind the padded turnbuckles!! Sarah falls back and lands hard onto the ringside floor!!!!
Flannery McCoy: And Kensingten rolls under the bottom rope, and makes her way to ringside, as Sarah Price clutches at her head in pain after the impact with the steel post! Kensingten quickly brings Sarah Price up to her feet, as she wraps her arms around Sarah Price!! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY KENSINGTEN CALHOUN-ASTOR!!!! IT CONNECTS, AS SARAH PRICE CRASHES BACK FIRST AGAINST THE BARRICADE SURROUNDING THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!!
Referee: One… Two…
Jake Mercer: And now Kensingten grabs Sarah Price, and brings her up to her feet. Sarah is groggy, and has no idea where she’s at. Kensingten now walks Sarah in our direction, as they are headed towards our announce tables!! It looks like Kensingten wants to send you a message Minerva!
Minerva: The only message she’s sending is the fact that she’s not in my league. Neither of these two are.
Stew-O: And Kensingten slams Sarah Price’s head up against our announce table!! Kensingten lets go of Sarah Price, as Sarah turns around so that her back is up against the announce table now. Kensingten looks right at Minerva, as she connects with a power palm strike to the chest of Sarah Price!!! Sarah drops down to one knee, as Kensingten strikes her with a big boot to the face!! Sarah instantly falls to the ringside floor!!
Referee: Four…. Five… Six….
Flannery McCoy: Kensingten now makes her way back into the ring, but quickly rolls back out to restart the count. Sarah Price is still down at ringside, as Kensingten gets on top of her, and locks in a rear neck chokehold!! Sarah Price is trying to break free, but Kensingten has the chokehold locked in tight!! Kensingten now wraps her legs around Sarah Price and squeezes the air out of her body!! Sarah Price is in a desperation mode! Trying to find a way out!
Stew-O: This is not looking good for Sarah Price, as she finds herself in not only the rear neck choke, but the body scissors as well!!! Kensingten is simply just squeezing the life out of Sarah Price!!!
Referee: One… Two… Three… Four…
Flannery McCoy: Sarah Price is gasping for air, but she has nowhere to go! And it isn’t like she can tap out because they aren’t inside of the ring!! What is she going to do?
Jake Mercer: I don’t know, but Kensingten has those holds locked in tight. She probably learned this from her relatives.
Flannery McCoy: Relatives?
Jake Mercer: Yeah, I heard that as a child, when Kensingten’s family would go on an expensive trip where kids weren’t allowed, she was raised by snakes. Pythons and anacondas. That is why her chokeholds and submissions are so strong and powerful.
Flannery McCoy: Jake, out of all of the things you have ever said, that is probably the most ridiculous thing I have heard come from your mouth..
Jake Mercer: Fine, don’t believe me..
Flannery McCoy: I won’t..
Referee: Five… Six…
Stew-O: And what’s this!! Kensingten actually let’s go of both holds on Sarah Price!! Kensingten quickly stands up, and stomps down on the stomach of Sarah, as Sarah clutches at her abdomen in pain!! Kensingten now walks over to the steel steps, and climbs up as she makes her way up onto the ring apron. Kensingten looks down at Sarah Price, who is struggling to make any movement. Kensingten now looks to the left, then to the right. Kensingten leaps into the air!! HEART OF DIXIE!!!! SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP ONTO THE FACE OF SARAH PRICE!!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!!!! Sarah Price managed to move out of the way at the last possible second, as Kensingten lands knee first onto ringside floor!! I think Kensingten may have tweaked her knee on that landing, as she instantly grabbed her knee in pain!!!
Jake Mercer: And look at Sarah Price!! She’s crawling her way towards the ring!! She makes it to the side of the ring and quickly slides in!! Kensingten better enter the ring as well, or else she’s going to get counted out here tonight!!
Stew-O: Sarah Price is in the ring, using the ring ropes to help her get up to her feet. Meanwhile, Kensingten is at ringside, and notices that she is close to being counted out! Kensingten makes her way up to her feet, and takes a step towards the ring, but stumbles down onto her right knee!! That knee is definitely causing her some trouble!!
Flannery McCoy: And Kensingten gets back up, but hops on one leg! She’s using her left leg to make it back towards the ring without putting any pressure on that right knee, but will she beat the count!?!?!
Jake Mercer: Kensingten slides back into the ring before the 10 count!!! Incredible!!
Minerva: It wasn’t that special okay?
Stew-O: Sarah Price can’t believe it, as she walks over to Kensingten, who is using the ring ropes to get back up to her feet. Sarah quickly kicks Kensingten directly at the side of her right knee, as Kensingten drops down to that knee! Sarah Price now grabs Kensingten’s arm, and places her leg right behind the neck of Kensingten!!! LEG DROP DDT BY SARAH PRICE!!!! IT CONNECTS!!! Sarah quickly goes for the pin!!!
Jake Mercer: Kickout by Kensingten Calhoun-Astor!! Both of these Elitists want to advance to the second round of the Iconic Cup. Neither one is giving up! Sarah Price grabs Kensingten by the head, and brings her up to her feet!! Sarah kicks Kensingten in the gut and pulls her in!! DANCE WITH THE PRINCESS!!! THE FRONT FACE LOCK CUTTER CONNECTS!!!
Stew-O: NO!!!! Kensingten manages to spin out of it!!! SOUTHERN SWAG SHOT BY KENSINGTEN CALHOUN-ASTOR!!! THE LEFT HOOK TKO PUNCH!!!!! NOOOO!!! Sarah Price ducks under it and gets behind Kensingten!! Kensingten turns around!! Kick to the knee by Sarah Price!! Kensingten falls back down to that right knee!! Sarah quickly pulls her in!!! DANCE WITH THE PRINCESS!!!! IT CONNECTS!!! THIS TIME KENSINGTEN’S FACE PLANTS HARD AGAINST THE MAT!!! Sarah Price goes for the pin!!
Flannery McCoy: But Kensingten still manages to get the shoulder up!!! Sarah Price can’t believe it. Sarah now gets up to her feet. Sarah looks up at the crowd and over to the corner turnbuckle. It looks like she’s going for something big right here to finish this one off for good!! Sarah makes her way to the corner, she’s climbing up to the top rope!!
Jake Mercer: Meanwhile, Kensingten is laying flat on her back after that front facelock cutter by Sarah Price. Sarah is now on the top rope. She turns around and sets herself up. Sarah leaps into the air!!! HAPPY ENDING!!! MOONSAULT ONTO KENSINGTEN CALHOUN-ASTOR!!!!!
Stew-O: NO!!!!!!! KENSINGTEN BRINGS BOTH OF HER KNEES UP, AS SARAH PRICE CRASHES CHEST FIRST ONTO THEM!!! Kensingten screams in pain from the amount of force and pressure on her right knee from that reversal, but she quickly fights through the pain and grabs a hold of Sarah Price’s arm!!! SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!! THE KIMURA LOCK IS LOCKED IN!!! Sarah Price is the one screaming in pain now!! Kensingten continues to wrench back on that arm!! Sarah is fighting the pain, but if she continues to fight any longer, she may just end up getting her arm snapped by Kensingten right here!!!
Flannery McCoy: Sarah Price is now reaching for the ropes with her free arm, but it’s not use. She tries to extend her legs back to see if she can get her boot to touch the bottom ropes, but it’s no where close. Sarah has nowhere to go! She doesn’t want to quit!! BUT SARAH PRICE HAS NO CHOICE, AS SHE TAPS OUT!!! ITS OVER!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Hell on Heels” by Pixel Annies hits, as the crowd erupts into boos. Kensingten slowly gets up to her feet, and limps over to the referee who then raises her hand)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner!! And advancing to the next round of the Iconic Cup!!!! KENNNNNNNSINGTENNNNNNN CALLLLLLHOUUUUUNNNNNNN-ASTORRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Jake Mercer: What a great match up by these two elitists. The fact that Kensingten was willing to put her knee through more pain in order to slip in her Kimura lock says a lot about her. She’s willing to do whatever it takes to pull out the victory even if it means enduring a painful finish on her part!
Minerva: You can get her tit out your mouth Jake..
(Minerva gets up from the announcers table, and slides into the ring. Minerva and Kensingten Calhoun-Astor go face to face, as Kensingten has a determined look on her face while also holding onto her right knee)
Stew-O: This Iconic Cup looks as if it’s only going to keep heating up as the rounds go on! Congratulations to Kensingten on the impressive victory!
Flannery McCoy: This was not an easy victory at all. Sarah gave her an incredible fight and nearly pulled off the win herself, but tonight just happened to be Kensingten’s night!!
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(The scene opens up backstage where we see Stew-O sitting on a cushioned chair. There is another seat beside him that is currently empty. Between both of the seats is a small corner table that has a vase with a bouquet of flowers on top of it.)
Stew-O: Hello everyone! Tonight, I will be interviewing a very special guest. This man started off this year with a bang as he defeated Jenny Cien for the New Breed Championship.. Without further ado, please welcome your new EAW New Breed Champion, Justin Windgate!!!
(Justin Windgate enters the scene with his newly won New Breed Championship resting on his right shoulder. He has bloodshot eyes from the marijuana he had smoked before this interview. Windgate shakes Stew-O’s hand and sits down in the empty seat beside him.)
Justin Windgate: Thanks for having me Stew!
Stew-O: Of course!
(Stew-O begins sniffing the air)
Stew-O: What is that skunky smell? I’m so sorry Justin. Hopefully this smell doesn’t offend you in any way, because the smell is pretty overwhelming.
Justin Windgate: Haha, don’t worry, that’s not skunk that you’re smelling. :smugcena:
Stew-O: Alright, well to start this interview off, I just wanted to say congratulations on winning the New Breed Championship. How does it feel?
Justin Windgate: Thanks Stew! It feels great. For me to be able to hold a title with as much history as the New Breed Championship is something special. If you go through the archives and the history of this belt, you will see that some of the greatest Elitists to ever step into an EAW ring have been able to hold it. The fact that my name is now added to that list is still pretty surreal to me.
Stew-O: You earned it champ! Now, my next question has to do with your previous title reign. So I’d like you to compare winning the National Elite Championship to winning that New Breed Championship. These are two totally different eras in EAW.
Justin Windgate: Obviously winning a championship in any era is a big deal, but winning the New Breed Championship last week was one of the best feelings of my career. I feel like this time around I had way more to prove. When you are gone for 8 years, people are quick to rule you out of being good enough to even compete for championships. When I first came back to EAW, it was a rough first month of my career. I had a lot of ring rust, as I started off with a 1-3 record, but as the weeks went on, I told myself that I didn’t return just to get my ass kicked. No, I put in the work necessary to earn my shot against Jenny Cien, and when the opportunity came, I took full advantage of it and walked out as the new Champion. I had a lot of doubters this time around. People didn’t think I would last against this new generation of elitists, but here I am, sitting down with you Stew-O, as we talk about my recent title success. It’s a great feeling indeed.
Stew-O: So now, I’d like to know.. When you first left EAW, did you ever think you would return and have this success again?
Justin Windgate: Honestly, no.. I’ve always had thoughts of returning, but when I left, I was in a dark dark place. You all know me as Justin Windgate, the stoner. But when I was gone, I hit a rough patch in my life and got involved with drugs way harder than the weed I smoked before I came here. When I look back at it, the man I was when I was away from EAW would have never seen the success that I have had so far this season.
Stew-O: So what motivated you to come back?
Justin Windgate: Well this past July, I had been sober from all of those extra drugs for about a year. My mind was better. I could think clearer. I didn’t feel like I needed those drugs to get me through the day anymore. I just felt good about the progress I had made. I felt so good, that the thought of competing again sparked my interest. Before the drugs, some of the greatest moments in my life happened inside of an EAW ring. I feel like the second I left this place 8 years ago, was the second my life started to take a turn for the worst. I missed this place. I missed these fans. And when I had been clean from all of those drugs, I knew that was the perfect time for me to make my return.
Stew-O: I’m proud of you Justin. Overcoming a drug addiction is not easy. It takes a lot of willpower, and a desire to make the change. But my next question has something to do with your performance at Road to Redemption. How significant was it for you to win the Extreme Enigma Memorial Battle Royal?
Justin Windgate: That was the perfect way to finish off 2019. 10 years ago, Enigma and I came into this company together. He was always the more talented one, but I didn’t care. I always looked up to Extreme Enigma like he was an older brother to me. Now I’m the type that likes to compare myself to others, but the fact that him and I entered this company at the same time as the Xtremes, I always looked at him and what he accomplished. I looked at everything that he was able to do. Seeing how hard he worked in order to win the Cash in the Vault, two world titles, and become a hall of famer was inspiring. Enigma was one of my closest friends, but he was also a role model to me. Winning the Battle Royal was huge because it was in honor of a man that has become a huge influence on my career.
Stew-O: That’s incredible Justin. I’m sure Extreme Enigma would be happy knowing that you fought as hard as you did in honor of him that night. But back to the New Breed Championship. How do you plan to make your reign special?
Justin Windgate: I want to bring excitement to the New Breed Division. Historically, this belt has been held by rookies and young talent, which isn’t bad, but I want to make this title more than that. You see, I’m the rare case of a veteran holding this belt. I want this division to become so competitive, that even vets like me want a shot at this belt. It shouldn’t matter if you’ve been here for a month or a decade. I want to take on all challengers, new and old. I want to change the perspective that is set on this belt and division. As the champion, that’s my goal.
Stew-O: Who would you like to face?
Justin Windgate: I wouldn’t mind competing against Korey Gaines again, or even Angel De Plata Jr.. But like I said, I’ll take on anyone. It doesn’t matter who it is, I’m showing up ready.
Stew-O: Now here’s a fun one, who would be your Dream Pain for Pride opponent?
Justin Windgate: Dream Pain For Pride opponent.. I never really thought about that. There are a lot of talented Elitists that I believe I could have a great match against. For me though, I think Jake Smith would be a great matchup. You see, a few months ago, him an I competed on Friday Night Dynasty, where the match ended in a draw due to us both being counted out. We never had our rematch, and with the amount of growth we have both made since our first encounter, I believe we could put on one hell of a match at Pain for Pride.
Stew-O: That would be a great matchup to see! I think it’s about time to wrap this up, but before we do that, do you have any final thoughts or challenges?
Justin Windgate: Yes. I just want to announce to the entire New Breed Division, that things are going to change. I want everyone in the New Breed Division to know that-
?: To know that you’re not holding that belt for very long are you?
(Zak Simmons and Shawn Sturgis enter the scene, as they stand right in front of Stew-O)
Stew-O: Guys, I’m trying to finish this interview here.
Zak Simmons: Yeah, we can see that, but we have a few words for Mr. Pothead over there.
Shawn Sturgis: Yeah, Windgate. You can go ahead and enjoy all of the fame and publicity you’ve been getting for winning that belt last week, but just know that your reign is going to be short lived because Simmons and I have aspirations to take that title away from you.
Justin Windgate: You guys can’t be serious right? You couldn’t have chosen a different time to do this? You could have called me out in the ring or in your own backstage interview, but you choose to interrupt mine?
Zak Simmons: That’s right. Because why wait to tell you what we intend on doing when we could just say it to your face right now for the whole world to see. You said you’ll face anyone, well here we are..
(Justin Windgate stands up with his New Breed Championship on his shoulder.)
Justin Windgate: I’m not scared of either of you.
Shawn Sturgis: You don’t have to be scared of us you weed head.. You just need to know that Zak and I are coming for you and that your days as champion are numbered.
(Shawn Sturgis and Zak Simmons both bump Justin Windgate by the shoulder in a form of disrespect, as they walk right past him. Windgate looks down at his New Breed Championship, then back over towards the direction that both Zak and Shawn were walking, as the screen fades to black)
(‘Pharmacie’ by SCH is heard playing midway inside of the arena as SKA is at the commentary table for the upcoming match)
Flannery McCoy: Well it looks like Justin Windgate isn’t making any new friends as the newly crowned New Breed Champion. Speaking of which we are joined by someone who is no stranger to Justin and one of the fastest rising stars in EAW today, SKA!
SKA: You’re welcome.
Stew-O: Do you have any predictions on this upcoming bout?
SKA: Yeah. Winner loses to me next week.
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a First Round Match in the 2020 King of the Elite Tournament!
(“Bolt Thrower” by Mercenary hits)
Stephie Love: Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 236 pounds he is “The Mercenary” MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE GAMBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINO!!!!!!
(Mike Gambino comes out to the ring telling fans that he is going to be King of Elite just like he is already King of Brooklyn.)
Jake Mercer: Is it an actual accomplishment to be King of Brooklyn?
Flannery McCoy: We would like to apologize to our fans for that comment.
Jake Mercer: It’s facts!
Stew-O: Well what is facts is that Mike Gambino is a hardened gangster who won’t hesitate to wack a fool. I hope his opponent is prepared for tonight!
(‘Redshift’ by Audiomachine hits to loud boos from the audience.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent from Richmond, Virginia weighing in at 215 pounds he is the “Devil’s Right Hand” NAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHAN VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBERT!!!!
(Nathan Von Liebert comes out to the ring looking psychotic.)
Jake Mercer: Why does EAW keep hiring mental patients?
Stew-O: Calm down Jake. EAW is an equal opportunity environment for people of all kinds. We don’t discriminate.
Flannery McCoy: Besides he’s out here to hurt someone. Not blend into society. The crazier the better I say!
SKA: If I fought him I would ship him back to the asylum myself!
Jake Mercer: I see. I see. So that is Flannery’s type huh. *scribbles down notes*
Flannery McCoy: Nah nah that’s not gonna happen. *tears up notes*
Jake Mercer: :noah:
SKA: *slips number under the table to Flannery*
(DING! DING! DING!)
Jake Mercer: We are underway as Nathan Von Liebert immediately kicks Mike Gambino’s head off with a Pump Kick. He pulls him up and drops him with the “Straight” Jacket Drop. Looks like it is over already! The cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner… NNNNNN VVVVVVV LLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
(‘Redshift’ by Audiomachine hits as NvL yanks his arm away from the referee trying to raise it up.)
Jake Mercer: What do you think SKA? NvL pretty impressive huh? Pretty scared huh?
(SKA takes his headset off as he stands up to stare down NvL in the ring.)
Jake Mercer: I understand you are so afraid that you can’t respond.
Flannery McCoy: I’m pretty sure that’s not what’s happening here but I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
Stew-O: Looks like we have another qualifier in the King of Elite tournament! If this type of match is what we have to look forward to then I can’t wait for more!
(We cut backstage quickly as we see a frantic Michael Belfort clutching his microphone as all that can be heard is chaos going on around him.)
Michael Belfort: Guy! Guys! Anyone that can hear me! The Protesters that have shown up here alongside Lethal Consequences have penetrated the building and are running amuck backstage currently! It’s getting very much out of hand as these men and women are being led by The National Elite Champion who is-
Protester: ITS NATIONAL EXTREME CHAMPION, DAMN IT!
Incel: HE IS THE EXTREMIST OF THE DECADE! PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME!
Woman: HIS NAME IS LC! HIS NAME IS LC! EVERYONE TOGETHER SAY HIS GLORIOUS NAME!
Crowd of Protesters: LC! LC! LC! LC! LC!
Michael Belfort: My god! They are everywhere!
Angry CAC: HEY! THAT’S THE GUY DISRESPECTING LC! HE IS THE SJW CHEERLEADER! GET HIM!
Michael Belfort: Oh no! HELP!!!
(The mob rushes Michael Belfort and grab him quickly. Michael is snatched off his feet as the camera follows him being passed around the angry mob as pieces of his suit began to get torn away and off his body.)
Michael Belfort: My god! SAVE ME! ANYONE! PLEASE! HELP!!!
(The interviewer disappears into the chaotic mob only to be spat back out in front of the camera wearing nothing but a torn undershirt, a pair of polka dot boxers, and one black sock as he lands on the ground and gets circled by the angry group.)
??: A man begs for help because he feels helpless. Fret not for I am here to save all men.
Michael Belfort: Please do not harm me! I just wanted to get an interview with LC and ask him why is he destroying the show and going off like this! I’m just a man doing my job!
???: Not every man has a job.
(The mob gets quiet as the pitchfork wielding, gun toting, torch burning gang settles before parting down the middle like the Red Sea to reveal Lethal Consequences himself, EAW National Elite Championship around his waist.)
Lethal Consequences: So I guess that makes you a man that’s honorable, huh? You want to do your job? You want to interview LC? Ask the extremist of the decade some questions? C’mere bitch…ask me some thangs. :dave:
Michael Belfort: Oh god. Please don’t hurt me!
Lethal Consequences: Stop crying and ask me whatever you want to ask me, fucker.
Michael Belfort: LC, um…ah…are those real guns these people have?
Lethal Consequences: Are they real? Are any of the titties on these women’s wrestlers real? Is Darcy May Morgan’s ass real?
Protester: HELL NO!
Lethal Consequences: We got those guns from the same place all of the rappers from New York get their guns from. They aren’t real and neither is all the so called champions in EAW currently besides me. All these women walking around with championship gold that they don’t deserve in divisions that used to be solely for and dominated by men. Are they real?
Incel: OF COURSE NOT!
Lethal Consequences: Is any of this shit real? Are you real? Is Harlow Rechert real? Is Cameroon Ella Fitzgerald-Ava real? They seem like ALTS to me!
Michael Belfort: Alts?!
Lethal Consequences: Alternate reality actors propped up by the EAW board members and especially that warped brain HRDO. False flag champions. HRDO and EAW are manufacturing these muff divers in a sweatshop and marketing them as if they are as tough or as good as ya. EAW is corruption spelled backwards, a corporation that sees nothing but money in this fake ass woman’s revolution perpetuated by the far leaning left media that thinks the concept of a man running things is outdated when in fact that is how things are supposed to go in our reality. From nature to the ring, the male species is the dominant species and will return to being such after I’m finished correcting all this SJW riddled nonsense in EAW. These women need to stop trying to wrestle in a squared circle and get back to wrestling up some circle shaped pancakes for men like me!
Woman: THAT IS RIGHT LC!!
Lethal Consequences: But, to answer the question. The guns these people have aren’t real but these guns on my arm are. Pure Oakland muscle god damn it. And I’m going to bear these arms and exercise my second amendment right when I stomp down to that ring and demand HRDO to come out and effectively end this SJW nonsense once and for all. No more appealing to just women, everything has gone too far too quickly. I knew this was going to happen when Empire died. These cock teasing little whores came to the male oriented brands and started pulling rank over men for titles that were always reserved for men. It’s madness, god damn it!
Michael Belfort: So, you are going to storm the ring with all these angry people and call out HRDO?!
Lethal Consequences: Look, don’t call me or my people angry like we are not justified. Here is the thing, we may look intimidating but…there are some very fine people on this side. Very fine people indeed. We just want things to get back to how it used to be. How it used to be was women stayed in their lanes and didn’t get all uppity because a strong man like myself told them to fall in line. Women stayed in their place and strong men like the EXTREMIST OF THE DECADE
Incel #2: SAY IT AGAIN BIG LC!!!
Lethal Consequences: MEN LIKE ME…THE ONE AND ONLY EXTREMIST OF THE DECADE ARE USED TO SUPERIOR TREATMENT! Not just me, nope. I’m not selfish. Even lesser men than me used to have rights and now it’s almost all gone. Thank god Justin Windgate took that New Breed title off of Jenny Cien because it already was overwhelming having to look up and see every title besides mine being held by some slut or some bitch.
Michael Belfort: But what do you want HRDO to do exactly? Those women won their gold with many winning fair and square against men in matches. What can be done about that?
Lethal Consequences: Most women…you are wrong ke-mo sah-bee. None of them earned it, including Raven Roberts. She cashed in a CITV briefcase to steal the title she currently has from that bimbo bitch Kassidy Heart. Shit, even she stole that belt from that little brown no showing cunt Serena Bennett. None of these women deserve anything else without having earned it first and I’m putting my foot down tonight he. We are storming the ring and stopping the show. Enough is enough. If I’m not addressed by HRDO and my demands are not met in 15 or so minutes, me and my militia are hijacking this entire show and nobody is going to stop us from doing so.
Michael Belfort: Hijacking the show, LC? That’s so extreme!
Lethal Consequences: Of course it is. It’s the most extreme thing I could possibly think to do because I am the EXTREMIST of the decade and my plan to make this place great and keep it great will not be stopped by HRDO, these ungrateful fans, and especially no period having whores. Now excuse us, we got a storm brewing we want to put up front in center tonight.
(LC and the mob begin stomping around some more as Belfort sat on the ground in a fetal position before LC stopped and pointed back at him on the floor.)
Lethal Consequences: Oh yeah, I heard you were a Darcy May Morgan fan. Take his boxers too!
Michael Belfort: NO! HELP!
Lethal Consequences: This is a fight no one was willing to take on. But I am willing. Nobody wanted to be man enough to do it. But I am man enough. I am THE MAN! The MEN’S NATIONAL EXTREME CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Fuck all you alt mahfuckas this my house. I’m the extremist of the last decade and the next. HRDO better answer me or else ima get biblical in this bitch. :dave:
Protesters in Unison: LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN! LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN! LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN!
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the middle of the ring)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘Angel Of Darkness by Alex Christensen plays as Constance Blevins makes her way to the stage. She gives a slight grin as she extends her arms out slightly and makes her way to the ring)
Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Baltimore, Maryland… weighing in at 120 pounds… she is one-half of the Unified Tag Team Champions… THE ABSOLVED… CONSTANCE BLEVINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week Constance’s partner Minerva advanced in the Iconic Cup tournament after beating Sierra Bradford, and it’s apparent to see Constance is in that same situation.
Flannery McCoy: Anything can go, she could lose, or she could win. But Constance is fully capable of winning and I’m sure that’s her belief heading into this match as well.
Jake Mercer: I frankly do not care who wins, because either way I’m still going on an angry rant on my blog, jakemercersmarkforum.com, about how the Iconic Cup underutilized women!
Stew-O: Jake, this is a tournament solely for female elitist…
Jake Mercer: :oh:
(Constance enters the ring and begins to warm up in her corner as ‘Angel of Darkness’ fades out. ‘Scrum Debate’ by Masafumi Takada plays as Harper Lee makes her way out. She puts her hands behind her back and shines a bright smile before making her way to the ring, interacting with the crowd along the way)
Stephie Love: And her opponent… Charlotte, North Carolina… weighing in at 133 pounds… HARPERFICIAL INTELLIGENCE… HARPER LEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Harper has been on a tear as of lately at a quickening pace. We cannot go on without of course mentioning Christmas at Dubai, but can she keep it going tonight?
Flannery McCoy: She’s perfectly capable of doing so. She’s had her times or facing the odds and she’s very talented, I’m sure there’s a chance of her advancing in the Iconic Cup for sure!
Jake Mercer: Of course! Did you see that Texas deathmatch she had at the Carolina Wrestling Coalition a few years back?! Clearly a child prodigy-
Stew-O: Jake none of this happened.
Jake Mercer: No, because you have 0 proof!
(Harper enters the ring and goes to the top rope raising her hands in the air and pointing around before jumping down and going to her corner as ‘Scrum Debate’ fades out. Before the match starts the camera pans to Joy Cassidy who’s taken a seat at ringside for this match, the Ref then signals for the bell)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Here we go as this highly anticipated match is underway at the moment. Harper and Constance quickly lock up as it seems both are wasting no time jockeying for position. Constance trying to go behind Harper but she quickly goes under Constance and grabs her leg pulling her down. Constance quickly rolling away before Harper can do anything and quickly grabs the ropes pulling herself up. Harper running around Constance but Constance quickly moves out of the way as Harper bounces off the ropes! CONSTANCE WITH A STIFF FOREARM RIGHT TO THE BACK OF HARPER’S HEAD SENDING HER DOWN TO A KNEE!
Flannery McCoy: Constance grabbing Harper and throwing her into the ropes as Harper quickly pulls herself over the top rope and onto the apron. Constance running to Harper but Harper with a shoulder thrust right to Constance’s gut! Constance stumbles back as Harper jumps up to the top rope waiting for Constance to get up to her feet! CROSSBODY TAKES HER DOWN! Constance crawling up to her feet as Harper runs to her. RUNNING DROPKICK BY HARPER! NO! Constance pushing Harper’s foot away as Harper lands back first onto the canvas! Harper stumbles up as Constance grabs her by the arm! But Harper with a forearm pushing her back but that doesn’t stop her as she keeps running. CALF KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE OF HARPER TAKES HER DOWN!
Jake Mercer: Harper getting up quickly but she’s on wobbly knees as Constance closes in on her. Constance with a kick to the gut of Harper as Constance grabs her once more. She attempts a suplex but Harper drops down and responds with a punch right to her gut! Constance letting go and moving back as Harper runs at her! But Constance stopping her with a big forearm! Harperficial Intelligence moves back as Constance runs at her. HARPER WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX AS CONSTANCE LANDS BACKFIRST ON THE LOWER TURNBUCKLE!
Stew-O: Constance grabbing the ropes and pulling herself out of the ring as Harper rolls out as well following her. Constance trying to crawl away but Harper quickly grabs her and lifts her up I think she’s about to roll her into the ring. CONSTANCE THROWING HARPER FACE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! Harper falls down as Constance brings her up and rolls her into the ring herself and enters. Harper grabbing the ropes using it as leverage as she pulls herself up. Constance running at Harper trying to catch her off guard. HARPER WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TAKING CONSTANCE DOWN!
Flannery McCoy: Constance not falling down as she stumbles back and drops down to a knee. Harper grabs her as Constance tries to fight back with punches. But Harper hits Constance with an axe handle! Harper keeping Constance up as she sets her up! SNAP SUPLEX! Constance grabbing her back in pain but Harper isn’t letting Constance take a breath as she brings her up and sends her into the corner. Harper runs at Constance at full force as Constance shakes her head. RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT RIGHT TO THE JAW! Harper isn’t done as she runs back to the opposite corner and runs at her again. HARPER TRIES AGAIN BUT CONSTANCE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
Jake Mercer: Constance rolls forward as Harper turns around. Constance beginning to stomp down on Harper! Constance repeatedly stomping as Harper breaths for air trying to pull herself away! The Ref forcing Constance to gain some distance from Harper as Harper pulls herself up and props herself in the corner. Constance running at Harper wasting no time. But Harper with a stiff elbow going right into the face of Constance pushing her back! Constance moving back to the center of the ring as Harper runs at her. Constance side steps and throws Harper into the ropes but Harper is ready for her! SOLAR FLARE! LEAPING REVERSE STO CONNECTS AS HARPER GOES FOR A PIN ATTEMPT!
Stew-O: CONSTANCE POWERS OUT! Harper sits up and gets to her feet as Constance slowly begins to stir up to her feet. Harper leaning in the corner as Constance is beginning to bring herself up to her feet. Harper grabbing the arms of Constance as she kicks her right in the face. But slowly but surely Constance is up to her feet as she absorbs the blows! Constance with a big gut kick to the gut of Harper forcing her to let go! Harper falling right into Constance as she sets her up. RUNNING BULLDOG SLAMS HARPER FACE FIRST TO THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Constance brings herself as she looks fired up! She’s heading to the corner giving a loud roar as Harper brings herself up quickly. CONSTANCE WITH A BIG SPEAR IMPALING HARPER RIGHT TO THE GROUND! Constance quickly going for the pin this might possibly be the end of the match right here!
Jake Mercer: HARPER GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Constance is in shock but is wasting no time getting up to her feet. Constance grabbing Harper I think she’s going for that patented LionessTouch right now! NO! HARPER SLIPS OUT! Harper barely escapes her doom as she slides up to her feet and grabs Constance! SUPERNOVA! JUMPING DDT CONNECTS OUT OF NOWHERE ON CONSTANCE AS IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BE IT! Harper slowly climbing up to the top rope what is she thinking?! LAZARUS PIT!
Stew-O: NO! CONSTANCE PUTS HER KNEES UP AS HARPER IS IN A WORLD OF PAIN! Harper still getting up though as Constance waits for her closely. RUNNING KNEE TO A KNEELING HARPER! But Harper still isn’t giving in as she’s wasting no time crawling slowly to the ropes making sure to not let Constance get offense in. Constance bringing Harper up as Harper is stunned. Constance with a forearm! But Harper is still up! Constance with rapid forearms not playing any games with Harper but Harper still isn’t giving up as she falls to a knee but is quickly pulling herself up! The will of Harper Lee is evident tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Harper blocking a forearm from Constance! Harper pushing Constance’s arm away as Constance grabs her. Harper with a european uppercut pushing her back though! Constance unphased as she grabs Harper. BUT HARPER WITH MAJOR STRENGTH LIFTING CONSTANCE OVER HER HEAD AND SLAMMING HER TO THE GROUND! Harper not going after Constance as she moves back trying to catch her breath and recuperate in this match.
Jake Mercer: Harper finally grabbing a hold of Constance and bringing her up. But Constance with an elbow! Harper grabbing her gut but she grabs Constance in the process. JUMPING MAT SLAM TO CONSTANCE TAKING HER DOWN OUT OF NOWHERE! Constance rolling away once more grabbing the ropes but she’s wasting no time going over to Harper. HARPER WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! But Constance not falling once more as she stays standing. CONSTANCE WITH ONE OF HER OWN! NO! Harper ducks under just barely in the nick of time!
Stew-O: Harper grabbing Constance by the leg and flipping her over as she lands stomach first! Constance getting to a knee as Harper grabs her what is she thinking! CHRONO-TRIGGER! Bicycle Kick connects as Constance stumbles back and falls right to the ground. Constance stumbles up to a knee as Harper falls right into the corner with a smile! HARPER! KISS OF DEATH!
Flannery McCoy: NOBODY HOME! CONSTANCE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AS HARPER GETS TO HER FEET! CRADLE DDT! LIONESS TOUCH CONNECTS OUT OF NOWHERE CATCHING HARPER OFF GUARD AS CONSTANCE GOES FOR THE PIN QUICKLY!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Angel of Darkness’ plays up once more as Constance Blevins gets to her feet. She gives a slight smirk as she gets handed the Unified Tag Team Championship. She raises it up in the air and for a moment takes a glance at Harper Lee before going to the top rope)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner… CONSTANCE BLEVINS!
Jake Mercer: What a match we have just seen folks. This is something that I will definitely give a five star review on my dirt sheet blog!
Stew-O: Ok then… Constance advances in the Iconic Cup tournament as she gets to face Joy Cassidy in the next round! Although Harper did put up a good fight the Absolved did catch her off guard and manage to execute her finisher to pull out the win.
(Constance raises the title in the air for a moment before looking at Joy Cassidy at ringside. She’s standing up and crossing her arms with a smirk as the camera fades to commercial break)
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(Commercial for Hawaiian Rolls featuring Kassidy Heart)
(We cut to the ring as we see Stephie Love standing in the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen our next
(‘Friend vs Friend’ by Company Flow interiors Stephie as a startled look rubs across her face.)
Stew-O: Oh no. This can’t be…
Flannery McCoy: This has to be! Last we saw, they were ravaging Michael Belfort and made their intentions known. I think LC is about to make through with his threat.
Jake Mercer: I mean, what do you expect? He gave EAW and HRDO 15 minutes as a warning. Now…here HE is! Here THEY are! Twitter has dubbed them the Lethal Coalition!
(Out they march. Dozens of men and women armed with fake assault rifles, pitchforks, a torch or two, and they file down the ramp as the entire building boos and begins throwing trash from all around at the protesters. The music plays as we can hear an audible chant growing by the mob as the camera pans on their predominantly white faces.)
Lethal Coalition: LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN! LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN! LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN! LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN!
(Finally, after almost a whole minute, out walks Lethal Consequences wearing the ripped and tattered suit that was on Michael Belfort. LC slicks his hair back as he struts confidently down the ramp and the Lethal Coalition parts and allows him down the middle once again.)
Jake Mercer: They are letting him down the middle as they cheer him on like an all white Soul Train line!
Flannery McCoy: This is the most swagger-less soul train line I’ve ever seen. Don Corneilius is rolling over in his grave.
(LC is wearing his National Elite championship around his waist as he mockingly waves at the crowd losing their minds and throwing anything they can get their hands on in hopes of harming the self proclaimed Extremist of the decade.)
Stew-O: EAW has seen its fair share of strange and hostile environments but LC has stirred this group up and in turn as turned this once excited crowd that was indeed enjoying tonight’s show into one of the most dangerous places I’ve ever been. Fans smacked Jake’s fake helmet off, Michael Belfort was attacked by protestors, things are getting off the rails and now it seems like LC and his protestors are making good on his threat. Lethal is inside the ring now as he snatches a microphone away from Stephie Love who frantically escapes his war path. The Lethal Coalition’s circling the ring as LC slaps debris being hurled at him from the EAW audience out of mid air with his free hand.
Lethal Consequences: *taps the microphone twice* Silence.
Lethal Consequences: You better not be booing me.
Lethal Coalition: LC!!! LC!!!! LC!!!!
Lethal Coalition: LC!!! LC!!!! LC!!!!
Stew-O: It’s deafening in here! Just an immense mixture of the majority booing and the small mob near the ring chanting for Lethal Consequences.
Lethal Consequences: Alright. It’s now time, man. I have given EAW more than enough time to rectify this situation. I have been more than diplomatic with that bald bitch HRDO about this entire shit. I should have just stormed his office and beat his ass for what he did to me at Operation: Doomsday but I tried to do it the MLK way. Not the Colin Kaepernick way, I refuse to kneel and expect people to listen to my point after. This is Elite Answers Wrestling and it’s time I take this shit back to the Extreme Answer Wrestling era. All this wlite crap was a propped up gimmick to help get these whores over and these alt bitches into main event stars. It’s time the extremist of the decade saves this company and ends this SJW cult shit. I told you all why we are here and why I’m doing what I’m doing but nobody seems to be taking me seriously. I warned EAW but now it’s time I escalate this shit to a place I know you bitches not comfortable going. First we manhandled the interviewer. Now, we kidnap the announcer.
Jake Mercer: Kidnap the announcer? What does he mean by kidnap the announcer? Look at him! LC is yelling off mic at his Coalition as this angry mob ringside is foaming at the mouth right now!
Stew-O: Flannery, get behind me.
Flannery McCoy: What is this psychopath about to do? What does LC have planned?
Lethal Coalition: LC IS OUR MAN! LC HAS A PLAN!
Jake Mercer: Stew, are you holding your chair? Are you planning on fighting back?
Stew-O: I’m not going to let LC and his insane coalition just come and grab Flan or me!
Jake Mercer: What about me? What if they come for me? I don’t want to end up like Michael Belfort!
Flannery McCoy: Oh, someone is singing a different tune! You were excited for this men’s revolution and sexist shit! Now you scared? I hope they snatch you like they did Belfort!
Lethal Consequences: Yea. It’s me, bitch. Now, my Coalition. Drag me the pretty little bitch that tells everybody my hometown and weight. Yeah. Her. Snatch Stephie Love up and bring her to me. :dave:
Flannery McCoy: RUN! STEPHIE RUN! GET OUT OF THERE!
Jake Mercer: It’s too late! Those neckbeards, incels, and crazy men and women just rushed and snatched up Stephie Love as they drag her from ringside and toss her under the bottom rope. Stephie is crawling and trying to get back out the ring as the Lethal Coalition proceeds to toss her back in the ring.
Flannery McCoy: Somebody has to end this before Stephie gets hurt!
Jake Mercer: I’m just glad it ain’t me…
Stew-O: You should be ashamed of yourself, Jake.
Flannery McCoy: You are acting like a big bitch, Mercer!
Jake Mercer: I know. I’m a safe bitch, unlike Stephie!
(Stephie is tossed back in one more time as she crawls to a ring corner. She cowers as LC licks his lips and begins to slowly walk to her.)
Lethal Consequences: You people are booing me but fucking love inter-gender wrestling. You hypocrites and Social Justice Warrior cult members love Women’s wrestling and hate me. A man. I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of the overhyped whores being allowed to wear training wheels and coast simply because they have a twat and some silicon in their chest. As a man, I can’t get by on my boobs or my roast beef pussy and I had to become a champion by using my fists. I had to become champion by slamming other men in this very ring. I earned this by making Jack Ripley my bitch and I will die to keep this wrestling business the way it always was designed to be; a man’s sport. Bitches like this have been gifted the luxury and afforded too many opportunities in the name of equality. Inter gender wrestling is a scam and women’s wrestling in general is a novelty. I’m done waiting for HRDO and EAW to do the right thing and strip these harlots and thots of their unjustified championship belts. So, I’m about to just do some stripping of myself.
Lethal Consequences: As in, I’m about to strip this whore right here in this ring and then we are gonna have ourselves one of those inter gender matches you fuckers love so much. I will not leave this ring until all women are stripped of their gold, all inter gender wrestling is banned, and LC is officially named Extremist if the decade! Lethal Coalition, somebody ring that fucking bell!
(The Lethal Coalition rushes and tosses the ring keeper to the side as one particular neckbeard fellow grabs the ring hammer and bangs on the bell as loudly as he could.)
Lethal Consequences: In this corner…weighing a muscular 230…from the Yay Area of Oakland, California. The man just doing what needs to be done. The man saving professional wrestling from this social justice warrior culture. The Inevitable. He is I. The National Extreme Champion of the World. Extremist of the decade. Me. Lethal Consequences!
Stephie Love off mic: Please don’t hurt me!
Neckbeard of mic: Make that whore bleed LC!
Incel off mic: RIP THOSE CLOTHES OFF HER AND BEAT HER ASS!
Lethal Consequences: And on the ground begging for her life…probably weighing 112 pounds…from I don’t know where and residing in I don’t give a fuck where…she is the manifestation of this awful culture. She is a whore that’s about to pay for the sins of all of you people and this woman prioritizing company. Slutie Love.
(LC snatches Stephie as she screams in horror. Love has her too ripped away easily by LC as she is left with her bra exposed. LC grabs her by the back of her hair and lifts her off the mat with one hand as she struggles and begins to cry hysterically.)
Stew-O: This is uncomfortable.
Flannery McCoy: This mob has Stephie surround inside that ring and LC is looking like a mad man as he attacks her! Somebody has to save her from this maniac!
Jake Mercer: Yeah, Stew. Pick that chair back up and go fight that entire mob and the National Extreme Champion and save Stephie Love like you were going to save Flannery.
Lethal Consequences: Say that women’s wrestling is a farce perpetrated by SJW cult members and EAW!
(Stephie Love screams more as LC riles up his base.)
Lethal Coalition: LETS GO LC!!!
Crowd: FUCK YOU LC!!
Lethal Coalition: LETS GO LC!!!
Crowd: FUCK YOU LC!!
Lethal Coalition: LETS GO LC!!!
Crowd: FUCK YOU LC!!
Stew-O: This is one of the worst things I’ve ever been apart of.
Lethal Consequences: Alright, stop screaming bitch. Say inter gender wrestling is awful and you hate it!
Stephie Love: HEEEELP! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!!
Lethal Consequences: Alright, ima rip that bra off. Ima expose those titties and then I’m gonna break your neck. Ready?
(‘2nd Sucks” by A Day to Remember plays as StarrStan finally appears on stage waving his hands at LC and his mob that have taken over the Dynasty ring.)
StarrStan: That is enough, Lethal. You will not lay another finger on Stephie Love and you sure as hell will not expose her. We have enough lawsuits going around and this charade has gone on long enough. You are out of your mind and that’s saying a lot considering all the insane shit you have done in your decade plus time in EAW.
Lethal Consequences: I’m not crazy. I’m not insane. I’m the only sane man left in this world and that’s why these people believe in what I say and trust me to restore the natural order here in EAW!
StarrStan: About that. You are hung up on this SJW nonsense and these conspiracy theories you seem to have convinced all these followers in your Lethal Coalition to believe as well. I have to be the bearer of bad news and break something to you and these radicals that think EAW is ran by a liberal agenda or some mythical social justice warriors or whatever crap you keep screaming about. News flash; it’s not. It’s a land of opportunity for men and women alike to come in and live out their dreams as professional wrestlers and sports entertainers. We travel the globe in countries where women have no rights, LC. But we are not based in other countries, we are a company born and raised in the United States of America where men and women of all races and sexual orientation deserve a fair shot at fighting for their dreams. So with all that said, I regret to inform you I will NOT and NEVER would strip all the EAW’s women champions of their titles. That is the dumbest request I have ever heard and all of you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking that this bullshit would work on me.
Lethal Consequences: You fucking idiot. You say it won’t work, well…neither will this woman’s body from the neck down after I break her neck right now!
StarrStan: STOP! IF YOU DONT LEAVE THAT RING, I WILL HAVE TO BE FORCED TO PUNISH YOU!
Lethal Consequences: What you gonna do? Huh? You not gonna strip them whores of their belts so you definitely not stripping me.
StarrStan: I am warning you to stop this. Let her go and leave that ring so this show can continue.
Lethal Consequences: Fucking fine…
(LC let’s Stephie escape the ring as she snatched her ripped off top and gets away from the mob and to a safe spot near the barricade.)
StarrStan: Finally, now please leave the ring and allow this show to continue. I can’t believe I have to beg the National Elite…
Neckbeard: NATIONAL EXTREME CHAMPION!!!
Lethal Consequences: Fax. Say the whole thing correctly and no we are not leaving. You want us gone? Make us!
StarrStan: Whatever! National Extreme Champion. National Elite champion. Whatever you want to be called, you have that title and you want to prove that men are superior to women right? AND you refuse to leave the ring and allow Dynasty to continue, huh? Welp. I guess we have no choice…I guess I gotta let HER loose on you.
Lethal Consequences: Let who do what now?
(‘Monster’ by Kanye West feat. Rick Ross, Jay Z, and Nicki Minaj begins to blast as eyes light up and a mixture of boos and cheers filled the building. Out appears Kassidy Heart on stage with both hands behind her back. Kassidy has a laser focus as she stares at all the angry protestors between her and LC in the ring.)
Stew-O: ITS KASSIDY HEART! THE MAULER IS STANDING ON STAGE AND STARRSTAN IS STEPPING TO THE SIDE!
Flannery McCoy: The former universal women’s champion is on stage and it looks like business is picking up!
StarrStan: Kassidy, I mean Mauler…please escort these protestors out of Friday Night Dynasty!
Kassidy Heart: And what do I get for handling this dirty work?
StarrStan: Oh, you get to beat as many of these sexist assholes bloody and…you also will receive a National Elite Championship shot against Mr. Lethal Consequences.
Lethal Consequences: Wait. No. That’s not fair! More SJW BULLSHIT!
Kassidy Heart: Oh yeah? When would I be getting this National Elite Championship title shot?
StarrStan: King of Elite!
Kassidy Heart: Cool. Mind if I use this?
(Kassidy reveals her infamous cattle prod as she points it down the ramp as several of the protestors line up.)
Lethal Consequences: This bitch ain’t possibly getting through the Lethal Coalition! She sure as shit can’t beat LC for this Extreme belt. StarrStan you stupid bitch you and that blonde bitch are a pair of bitches and
Stew-O: Kassidy is running down the ramp and BUZZ! Kassidy shocks the first protestor as they run up. ANOTHER ONE IS HIT WITH THE CATTLE PROD AS ANOTHER RIOTING SEXIST GOES FLYING! NECKBEARDS ARE BEING SHOCKED AND DROPPED AS KASSIDY IS RUNNING THROUGH THEM ALL AS LC STANDS IN THE RING SPEECHLESS!
Flannery McCoy: Stephie Love was almost stripped and crippled but luckily StarrStan and Kassidy are out here as The Mauler is turning this angry mob into a pile of smoking and bloody bodies. BANG! Kassidy knees a man in the face and likely broke his nose. CRACK! Kass just headbutt another man right in the forehead as his blood goes flying. Heart is knocking out, shocking, and dropping anybody that dares run up!
Jake Mercer: She looks like fucking John Wick right now!
Stew-O: Another body falls as Kassidy pushes forward. Another person goes flying as Kassidy swings kicks with precision.
BZZ!!! BUZZZ!!! BZZZZZZ!!!
Stew-O: Kassidy has knocked out nearly every protestor all by herself!
Jake Mercer: I mean she had some backup with that cattle prod…
Flannery McCoy: The cattle prod has more use and value then you do, Jake.
Stew-O: Kassidy is huffing and puffing as the camera pans to see..so many bodies sprawled out near the ramp and ringside area as the few protestors left moving are fleeing the arena!
Lethal Consequences: My coalition! You musty clamp bitch!
StarrStan: Now that all of these distractions are gone, Kassidy…can you do me one more favor and escort LC out of our ring so our show can continue?
Lethal Consequences: Fuck her and fuck you too!
Stew-O: KASSIDY RUSHES THE RING SS LC…QUICKLY DUCKS OUT THE BOTTOM ROPE AND HIGH TAILS IT! LC IS HOPPING THE BARRICADE AS HE CLUTCHES THAT NATIONAL ELITE TITLE CLOSE TO HIS CHEST!
Flannery McCoy: Kassidy Heart is standing tall as LC flees up the crowd and rushes up the arena steps! StarrStan stands on the stage with his arms folded as Kassidy looks at the man she will challenge at King of Elite!
Stew-O: Kassidy Heart vs Lethal Consequences for the National Elite championship? They have fought before but with LC in this frenzy of sexism and Kassidy with this blinding rage…Jesus, this could be a bloodbath!
(We see a closing shot of Kassidy in the ring waving her cattle prod at the crowd as LC runs away without looking back once.)
(Recap of last weeks segment on Dynasty airs featuring Angel de Plata Jr. being informed of his opponent and then confronting Osamu Arcichida later on in the night announcing the upcoming matchup between the two before the camera transitions back to ringside.)
( ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ by Queen hits to a clamorous mixed reaction as The Visual Prophet makes his way down towards the ring. With a confident smirk on his face, Prophet ignores the presence of the crowd and the announcers as he nonchalantly lays down onto the announce table. )
Eve: The Visual Prophet is lying across the announce table as we speak right now and the Showdown side of the King Of Elte tournament is about to start off as the winner of this match between Angel De Plata Jr. and Osamu Archichida will square off against The Visual Prophet in the second round.
Gavin Kirkfield: And as you can see, The Visual Prophet is out here to get a good look on his opponent next week.
( As the camera pans onto Gina Romano, ‘Me Muero’ by La Sa Estacion hits to a ear-deafening ovation. Angel De Plata Jr. strolls onto the stage and points at the crowd before marching down towards the ring. )
Gina Romano: INTRODUCING FIRST! From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 205 pounds… ANGELLLLL DEEE PLATTTAAAA JUNIORR!!!!!
Gavin Kirkfield: Angel De Plata has maintained a decent reputation here on the Showdown roster since his debut. Similar to his opponent, he looks to amend the failure he suffered at Road To Redemption.
( ‘Sensei’ by Datsik hits through to the speakers to thunderous boos from the crowd. Osamu Archichida rises from the Gorilla Position and makes his grand presence on the stage. He soaks in the atmosphere before making his way towards the squared circle )
Gina Romano: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds.. OSSSSAMMUUUU ARCCCHHHIIICHIDDDDAAAA!!
Eve: Osamu Archichida looks to rectify his loss at Road To Redemption by vanquishing the one man who stood in his path from being the National Elite Champion and that man is Angel De Plata Jr. As the greatest professional wrestler to come out of the decorated city of Osaka, Osamu is more passionate than ever and you can tell it in everything he does, but will he prevail tonight?
( DING! DING! DING! )
Gina Romano: The bell has rung AND ANGEL DE PLATA IMMEDIATELY RUSHING IN WITH A DROPKICK! Arcichida goes colliding into the corner turnbuckles as Angel follows up and forces him through the ropes with a sensational hurricanrana. Angel applying more gas on the pedal as he runs the roeps! HE GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE!! TOPPEEE CONN HILLLOOO!!!!!
Eve: BUT OSAMU CATCHES HIM!! OSAMU HAS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS IN A POWERBOMB HOLD!!! HE LIFTS HIM UP!! BUT PLATA SWINGS DOWN AND SENDS HIM EXPLODING INTO THE SIDE OF THE APRON!! Archichida is in deep trouble as Plata lays him down on the apron. He makes his way to the top turnbuckle while Osamu hasn’t moved. He can’t be doing this! THE MATCH JUST STARTED! HE SOARSS!!!!! FAAALLLLLENNNN ANGGELLLLLLLLLLLL!
OSAMU ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! AND PLATA GOES UNPROTECTED INTO THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!!! EVERYONE IN THE ARENA CRINGED AT THE SHEER IMPACT AS OSAMU QUICKLY ROLLS ANGEL INTO THE SQUARED CIRCLE. HE FORCES HIM INTO THE CORNER AND LIFTS HIM UP! HE HAS HIM IN POSITION!! CLAAAAAASSIVVVEEE AGRESSSSSSIVVEE!!!! NO ANGEL REVERSES IT…CRANIOTOMY!! IT CONNECTS!!!!! ANGEL GOES FOR THE PIN!!!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
( “Me Muero” by La 5a Estación hits to an astounded reaction from the audience as Angel de Plata Jr gets his hand raised from the crowd. The Prophet remains calmed on the announce table, unimpressed as both men stare down each other. )
Gina Romano: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! ANGELLLL DE PLATAAAAAAAA JRRRRRRR!!!
Eve: Angel de Plata picks up his first victory of the next decade and he does it quickly. Osamu should’ve brought a different gameplan into this match as the fast-paced, out of the gates action he presented was enough for a couple of minutes, but in the end there isn’t many people who can outdo Angel when it comes to that style.
Gavin Kirkfield: Angel is surely a man to keep an eye on in the next couple of months and how he put away Osamu tonight could be a preview of what The Visual Prophet may face next week.
(The Visual Prophet is seen clapping sarcastically as Angel looks at him in a taunting manner while celebrating)
(Commercial break for Charmin Ultra Soft toilet paper.)
(Dynasty returns and cuts to Stephie, who is standing in the middle of the ring. She flashes a smile to the camera as she raises the microphone to her mouth.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME SIENNA JADE AND IMPACT!
(“Can I Live” by Jay-Z begins to blast across the PA system, which whips the Norwegian fans into a frenzy. On one hand, they’re extremely excited to see two legends in person, but on the other hand, Sienna and Impact are not nice people. The jeers rain down on the two as they step out onto the stage. Sienna flashes a flirtatious smile at her man and walks ahead of him, heading down to the ring. Impact takes his time, looking at the crowd in utter disgust.)
Flannery McCoy: Welcome back to Dynasty! Judging from the looks on the faces of Sienna Jade and Impact, they have plenty to say here tonight.
Stew-O: As we found out last week, Raven Roberts will defend the Universal Women’s Championship against Sienna Jade at Clash of Kingdoms on February 15th, when EAW makes a stop in Doha, Qatar. It’s set to be a historic match, marking the first time a women’s world championship has been competed for in Qatar.
Jake Mercer: Clash of Kingdoms is shaping up to be a nice event. In addition to the Universal Women’s Championship being defended, the finals of the Iconic Cup tournament will take place. Earlier tonight, Kensingten Calhoun-Astor/Sarah Price and Constance Blevins/Harper Lee advanced to the next round of the tournament. Kensingten/Sarah will take on Minerva next, while Constance/Harper will meet Joy Cassidy.
(Sienna has sauntered into the ring and taken the microphone from Stephie. She taunts the crowd as Impact makes his way up the ring steps before sitting down on the middle rope to let her bae into the ring.)
Stew-O: I wonder if these two are out here to address what happened last week with Cage?
Flannery McCoy: That situation is starting to get out of hand. Something’s gotta give between the two Hall of Famers, especially after Impact’s attack on Cage last week. I’m sure Cage is far from thrilled about that, and knowing Cage, there’s going to be repercussions to that.
(Sienna and Impact are both in the ring now and Impact’s music has faded out. The two are looking at one another with smirks on their faces, before Sienna starts speaking.)
Sienna Jade: MaNy MaJoR mOmEnTs In My CaReEr HaVe BeEn StOlEn By SiEnNa JaDe WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. I’m wittle Waven Woberts and I’m such a wittle victim. Always so screwed over, and just a sympathetic figure. Sniff. Sniff. Please forget all the awful waffle things I’ve done and wuv me. Support me. Put me on all your wittle wists of people you cheer for and want to see succeed. Wahhh wahhhh wahhhh. Woe is me!
(Sienna rolls her eyes to the back of her head.)
Sienna Jade: Jesus fucking Christ you dumb cunt. Put a bullet through your brain.
(The peaceful Norwegian people are in utter shock at Sienna’s powerful words and don’t really know how to react at that moment.)
Sienna Jade: What? How is that a shocking statement? Raven Roberts should have ended her life ages ago, but since she claims to not be a fragile fucking bitch despite constantly being unhappy about EVERYTHING we are forced to endure her cringeworthy presence and her stupid ass promotional videos that show us glimpses of her life that we literally didn’t even ask for. This ignorant cocksucker had the actual audacity to poke at me in her interview last week about the methods I’ve used to get what I want which quite frankly, makes me laugh hysterically. We’re not about to act like Raven Roberts didn’t spend the first half of her career doing the same shit, ending bitches, and blackmailing people to get herself in position to actually be someone but that’s none of my business. I’m pretty sure wittle Waven doesn’t want this entire match to be about what she’s done in the past, but bitch, if you’re going to throw stones at me, then you better be prepared to have the shit you want buried to be brought up and thrown in your face. You don’t get to be a sniveling little hypocrite and act like you are EAW’s version of Mother Theresa now simply because you are fucking the human equivilent of a boneless, skinless chicken breast without the seasoning. That’s not how this works and if you think for one second I’m going to allow you to quote ‘humble’ me come Clash of Kingdoms, then you’re in for a rude fucking awakening. I want that Universal Women’s Championship. I want to be a three-time World Champion, you know something you barely managed to do once, and you damn sure aren’t going to be the person who stops me. You don’t compare to me, Raven, and you sure as hell aren’t on my level, and I promise you that the only person who’s getting a beating come Clash of Kingdoms is you!
(Impact smirks at his love and takes the microphone.)
Impact: Amazing how career mid-card talents luck their way into a world championship and suddenly become bold, speaking to people above them like they have the actual right. Cage is no better than Raven, having somehow gotten himself to the point he is now. This motherfucker so badly wants a piece of The White Mamba that he constantly begs for my attention, going so far as to threaten those I hold closest to me. Cage got a wake-up call last week, and that’s not to fuck with me. I’ve never been one to play games or beat around the bush, and I feel as if I made myself perfectly clear with that. If Cage wants a match against me, all he has to do is throw down the challenge, but he insists on running his mouth and talking shit, and last week he got put in his place. I think it bears repeating that guys like Cage exist simply to show the rest of us what not to do. Time and time again he’s failed, dropped the ball, shit the bed, and just generally been a colossal disappointment while I have excelled, thrived, won everything there is to win, and cemented my status as the all-time great. The difference between the two of us is night and day, and there’s really no comparison if the wrestling smarks out there are trying to find one. I elevate the opposition, win world championships, and remain a steady presence in this company while a guy like Cage continues to tarnish his own ‘legacy’ by being a prime example of a man who’s stayed here way past his prime. I’m the bar that continues to raise the bar. Quite frankly, I’m the standard that everyone tries their damndest to live up too.
(Sienna, who’s wrapped around Impact now, bats her eyes at him and flashes him a smile. Impact goes to speak again, but the sound of “Mark My Words” by Dollskin begins to play. Sienna’s facial expression immediately turns sour and when the Universal Women’s Champion, Raven Roberts, walks out onto the stage, the fans erupt in cheers. Raven’s got a microphone and a smirk on her face, and she heads halfway down the ramp before coming to a stop.)
Raven Roberts: I’ve heard enough and I’m pretty sure the rest of the crowd has as well. Now, I’m not going to waste my time and lecture you, Sienna, about how suicide is a serious problem in this world and how it’s not something anyone should joke about, because I know it’s going to fall on deaf ears. You have always been a glorified piece of shit, and I’m really not surprised you want to focus on the past. You have nothing else to cling to except for past history because after you tucked your tail between your legs after getting humiliated at Pain for Pride for the second straight year, EAW basically forgot about you. I’m pretty sure the entire world thought it would be Serena Bennett standing across from me at Clash of Kingdoms despite the fact she had the wind taken out of her sails back at Operation: Doomsday and hasn’t been the same competitor, but in a lot of ways, I’m glad that it’s you. We do have a history, and a nasty one at that, and after hearing you talk your shit a few minutes ago, I know that my upcoming victory in Doha is going to be a hell of a lot more sweeter now. I’ll admit that it pisses me off you’ve constantly gotten the better of me, but that’s all going to change a little over a month from now.
Impact: You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s never even made a dent in the history of this company. You can boast about being the first female to do whatever, but there will always be a Cameron Ella Ava or a Kendra Shamez who came before you. You have hardly broken any barriers, unless you count the amount of times you decided to scream ‘Fuck Empire’, shitting all over the hand that feeds you, and just generally being an annoying bitch that the rest of us could do without. Nothing is going to change, Raven, once you step inside the ring with Sienna. She’s going to beat you just like she’s done in the past.
Raven Roberts: I’m sure Sienna can speak for herself, but thank you so much for your expert analysis, Impact. I wish I could take your words to heart, but unfortunately your opinions just don’t register to me. As much as you want to drag Cage for being inconsistent, you weren’t worth a damn last season until you won the World Heavyweight Championship again. You never seem to care about anything unless a championship is involved, and you ate quite a few Ls before you finally woke the fuck up and realized that the new generation was passing you by.
Sienna Jade: What the fuck do you want, Raven? You can stand there and keep digging your own grave, annoying the both of us, and making your beating at Clash of Kingdoms a million times worse. Or you can spit out what your actual purpose is right now. Why are you on our show?
(A smile crosses Raven’s face.)
Raven Roberts: Because why wait for Clash of Kingdoms, Sienna! I’m here because I’m ready. Ready to shut you up for good and prove that I’ve always been better than you, and if Impact wants to hang around and get some, I’ll throw hands with him too.
(Impact and Sienna exchange looks with one another and laugh.)
Sienna Jade: You really are a dumbass aren’t you? Do you really think it’s wise for you to get into the ring right now? The two of us have no problem throwing down with you, and that’s never going to end well, you know. How the fuck do you expect to step into the ring with The White Mamba AND Sienna Jade, and make it out alive?!
Impact: You really are an idiot.
Raven Roberts: :mjgrin: Am I though?
(All of a sudden, the crowd erupts into the loudest ovation of the night!)
Stew-O: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! CAGE JUST RAN THROUGH THE CROWD AND HIT THE RING! IMPACT IS DOWN!
Flannery McCoy: CAGE IS BEATING THE TAR OUT OF IMPACT AND RAVEN ROBERTS JUST HIT THE RING! SHE GOES FOR A TALON ON THE STUNNED SIENNA JADE BUT SIENNA MANAGES TO DUCK! RAVEN PUTS THE BRAKES ON AND WHIPS AROUND… CLIPPING SIENNA WITH ‘THE FACELIFT’! THE SPINNING HEEL KICK TAKES DOWN SIENNA AND SHE IMMEDIATELY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING! CAGE PULLS IMPACT UP AND GRABS HIM BY THE WRIST, TRANSITIONING INTO A WRISTLOCK! HE PULLS IMPACT TOWARDS HIM AND LEVELS HIM WITH A DISRESPECTFUL BITCHSLAP TO THE FACE! CAGE DROPS IMPACT ON HIS HEAD AND SPITS ON HIM!
Jake Mercer: SIENNA DARTS INTO THE RING AND GRABS IMPACT, PULLING HIM OUT! CAGE AND RAVEN ARE SCREAMING AT IMPACT AND SIENNA TO GET BACK INTO THE RING BUT THE TWO ARE RETREATING UP THE RAMP!
(Impact is holding his balls as Sienna slings his arm around her and helps him walk away from the ring. She’s holding the side of her face where ‘The Facelift’ connected, and needless to say, Sienna is furious.)
Cage (Off Mic): You fucking pussy.
Sienna Jade (Off Mic): Fuck you both! YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!
Flannery McCoy: Holy hell, that escalated, guys. Raven and Cage pulled the wool over Sienna and Impact’s eyes, catching them both off guard!
Jake Mercer: That’s Cage’s payback for last week when he was ambushed by the two of them, and something tells me this is only the beginning. Raven and Cage are ready to beat the hell out of Sienna and Impact, and man! I can’t wait to see what happens next.
(Cage, Raven, and Sienna are shouting at one another, while Impact cradles his precious white mamba. The tension between these four seems to have boiled over and what happens next is anyone’s guess! Dynasty fades into commercial break.)
(Commercial break for BBQ potato chips and french onion dip. It’s really the breakfast of champions.)
(Dynasty reopens to Stephie for the final time tonight.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: AND IT’S A TAG TEAM MATCH!
(“Hey Superstar” by Madina Lake begins to play and the crowd gives Sierra Bradford a nice ovation.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! FROM SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA… WEIGHING IN AT 141 POUNDS… SHE IS ‘THE BULLET TIME CHICK’ SIERRA BRADFORD!
(Sierra poses on the stage and she’s all smiles for her first ever main event match. She steps to the side and her music dies down. It’s quickly replaced by “Ready for War” by Adelitas Way.)
Stephie Love: AND HER PARTNER! FROM CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA… WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS… HE IS ‘THE PARAGON’ DRAKE KING!
(Drake joins Sierra on the stage and the couple smile at one another. They begin making their way down to the ring.)
Jake Mercer: This is about to be one hell of a main event! Now, what Drake King and Sierra Bradford do in their spare time is none of our business, but I’m curious to see if their chemistry will translate to inside the ring. Both have bragged about the advantage they have over the team of Darcy May Morgan and TLA all week long, claiming that the two champions won’t be able to work together as good as they will. It’s put up or shut up time.
Flannery McCoy: The tension continues to build between Drake and TLA as we make our way towards King of Elite. If either man can manage to pin the other tonight, that will certainly give them the advantage as we make our way towards the first free-per-view of the decade.
(Drake and Sierra get into the ring and take their corner, talking behind their hands to one another. Drake’s theme fades out and is replaced by “Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac. The crowd absolutely erupts as a solid gold lowrider fit for champions only drives onto the stage. TLA and Darcy May Morgan are in the lowrider, surrounded by beautiful Scandanavian women. Both champs hold their belts up in the air as the car comes to a stop halfway down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! FIRST, FROM KENT, UNITED KINGDOM… WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS… SHE IS THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION… ‘THE LEADING LADY’ DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!
(Darcy is helped from the lowrider by two of the women. Darcy lowers her sunglasses, locks eyes with Sierra, and smirks.)
Stephie Love: AND HER PARTNER… RESIDING AT THE POON PALACE IN MIAMI, FLORIDA… WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS… HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… LA PANTERA SEXUAL… TLA!!!
(TLA is also helped from the lowrider by two women, and all the other poons file out. They each kiss their Papi on the cheek before TLA extends a gentlemanly arm to Darcy. She takes it and the two champions make their way down to the ring.)
Jake Mercer: Despite that rather obnoxious entrance, TLA and my beloved Dropkick Darling look to be on the same page tonight. There’s no doubt they both want to win this match!
Stew-O: Of course they want to win this match. All four competitors are hungry and ready to compete. Drake, Darcy, and TLA all have reputations of going hard for each match, and Sierra seems to be cut from the same cloth as her partner and opponents.
Flannery McCoy: You know, last week Darcy asked for a challenge from anyone in the back and was received by crickets. Something tells me she is going to get what she wants tonight and then some.
(Darcy and TLA hit the ring and pose with their championships. After TLA’s music fades out, the two teams decide that Drake and TLA will start the match. Every gets in place and the referee calls for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: Here we go! TLA and Drake King getting things started and Drake immediately charges for TLA! TLA drops down! Drake hits the ropes! TLA is back up to his feet and he leapfrogs over Drake! Drake hits the ropes again but he hooks his arms around them! TLA charges forward, and Drake hangs on to the rope and drops down! TLA manages to stop before he goes flying over but Drake is up and nails him with an uppercut to the jaw! TLA staggers back and Drake quickly forces him into the corner! Drake goes right for a choke, but TLA rakes him across the face and climbs to the second rope! He catches Drake in the top of the head with a double axe-handle takedown and follows it up with a standing moonsault! TLA with a quick cover!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT BY DRAKE!
Jake Mercer: TLA helps Drake to his feet and Drake immediately shoves him back! These two men will meet at King of Elite for the World Heavyweight Championship and right now they’re circling one another. TLA looking like the predator we know he is, and Drake looking every bit like the champion we know he is thanks to the fact he was the youngest man to ever win the North Carolina Marathon! He was only nine years old!
Flannery McCoy: … I really don’t believe that.
Jake Mercer: And no one gives a fuck about what you believe, Flannery! TLA and Drake lock up and both men begin to jostle back and forth for positioning. It’s Drake who manages to force TLA back against the ropes, but TLA is quick to reverse their positions! He nails Drake with a very Mexican Uppercut, and follows it up with a kick to the gut! TLA begins stomping a mudhole in Drake, but he grabs him up before Drake can fall down into a sitting position. TLA with a series of right hands, and Drake fires back with a thumb that catches TLA in the eye! Drake quickly makes heads to his corner and Sierra is there waiting!
Stew-O: The Voltage Elitist just came into the ring and this young woman is more than impressive. This is only her fourth match in EAW and she is looking for her first win tonight. Drake and Sierra work together to and whip TLA into the ropes. They catch him on the rebound with simultaneous kicks to the stomach, and follow it up with clubbing blows to take TLA down to his knees! The referee orders Drake out of the ring and Sierra goes to work on the World Heavyweight Champion!
Flannery McCoy: She putting the boots to TLA and the champ wisely rolls towards the ropes. Sierra follows him and presses her foot against TLA’s throat! The referee immediately begins the five count and Sierra breaks at four! She grabs TLA by the hair and pulls him up, dragging him back to her corner!
Jake Mercer: Nice teamwork in the opening moments of this match by Drake and Sierra, which doesn’t really come as a surprise. Rumors have been swirling about these two and their budding relationship, and I have it on good authority that these two are currently leading the polls for EAW’s Most Popular Couple.
Stew-O: We have a poll like that?
Jake Mercer: We have a poll for everything, especially for superficial bullshit like ‘Most Popular Couple’.
Flannery McCoy: Sierra wraps TLA in a Full Nelson and Drake slams his knee into TLA’s gut! Sierra let’s TLA drop and Drake takes over on offense. He pulls TLA up, whips him into the ropes, and catches TLA on the rebound! He hoists him into the air and brings him down with an atomic drop! TLA drops to his knee and Drake nails him with a stiff shoot style kick right to the face! TLA falls back on the mat and Drake immediately begins dropping knees right to TLA’s face! He mounts the champ and begins punching him, and guys. Drake King looks a future champion right now.
Stew-O: As difficult as it was for TLA to survive the chamber, you know full well that Drake is going to walk into King of Elite hungrier than ever. He’s vowed to win the World Heavyweight Championship and he’s going to stop at nothing to get that belt.
Jake Mercer: Better Drake than TLA, just keepin’ it real. I still have trouble believing TLA is an actual world champion given his extracurriculars.
Stew-O: It’s not really about that, Jake. At the end of the day, TLA is a hell of an athlete and one of the best wrestlers in the world. He fought for a long time to get his hands on that World Heavyweight Championship, and something tells me he’s not going to let it go that easily.
Flannery McCoy: Drake’s got TLA up again and looks for a right hand, but TLA manages to block the shot! Drake tries again but TLA blocks it too! TLA gives Drake a taste of his own medicine and pokes him in the eye! Drake grabs for his face and TLA immediately takes him to the mat with a lariat! TLA waits for Drake to get back up before slipping between the ropes and getting on the apron! TLA jumps to the top rope and springs off! He catches Drake with a springboard splash and heads for the corner!
Jake Mercer: :blessed:! :blessed:! :blessed:! THE DROPKICK DARLING!
Stew-O: The Specialists Champion is in the ring now and TLA grabs Drake… throwing him across the ring! Drake rebounds off the ropes and TLA drops down, catching him with a drop toehold! Darcy catches Drake on the way down and spikes his head into the mat with a DDT! Nice teamwork by two of Dynasty’s champions!
Flannery McCoy: TLA is out of the ring as Darcy goes for the cover!
Jake Mercer: Drake gets the shoulder up!
Stew-O: Darcy pulls Drake up and hooks him, looking for a suplex! Drake blocks her attempt, so Darcy fires back with a forearm that catches Drake square in the jaw! She fires off a few more forearms before sending Drake into the corner! Darcy takes off running and catches Drake with a handspring back elbow! She grabs Drake and takes him down with a running bulldog, and begins stomping on Drake!
Flannery McCoy: Drakes rolls towards the ropes and the referee forces Darcy to back off. Drake attempts to pull himself up but Darcy comes flying at him with a running knee! She connects with Drake’s temple and immediately drags him to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover!
Jake Mercer: SIERRA BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Flannery McCoy: Darcy is up immediately and she snatches Sierra by the hair! Sierra fends her off but Darcy unloads a huge slap that catches Sierra off guard. Sierra falls to a knee and Darcy nails her in the side of the head!
Stew-O: BUT LOOK! DARCY TURNS AROUND ONLY TO EAT A PELE KICK FROM DRAKE!
Jake Mercer: Sierra has crawled back to her corner and pulled herself up and Drake drags Darcy over to their corner.
Flannery McCoy: Sierra is officially back into the match and Drake hauls Darcy to her feet. Sierra nails Darcy with a shoot style kick to the chest and takes her down with a leg sweep! Drake is already on the apron and he jumps to the rope! SPRINGBOARD KNEE! That kneedrop landed right on Darcy’s stomach, no doubt knocking the wind out of her and Sierra hooks the leg for the cover!
Stew-O: Darcy kicks out!
Jake Mercer: Sierra lets out a sigh of frustration but come on now! Darcy May Morgan is no slouch inside that ring! She is one of the toughest people to keep down here in EAW, and she’s the freakin’ Specialists Champion!
Stew-O: Sierra pulls Darcy to her feet and sends her into the corner! She takes off running and catches Darcy with a corner clothesline! Sierra follows it up by knocking Darcy’s feet out from under her and the Specialists Champ finds herself in a sitting position. Sierra runs around the ring and Darcy eats a running knee to the face! Sierra takes a moment to hype up the crowd before backing up towards her corner!
Flannery McCoy: Sierra rushes forward and nails Darcy with a cannonball senton into the corner! Drake comes flying in and he slams his knee into the side of Darcy’s face! Darcy has been absolutely destroyed the last few seconds and Drake drags her out of the corner by the hair! He jerks her up, hooks the tights, and brings Darcy crashing across his knee via brainbuster! Drake hooks the legs for the cover!
Jake Mercer: TLA MAKES THE SAVE!
Stew-O: The referee is ordering TLA out of the ring but the World Heavyweight Champion lands a cheap shot to the back of Drake’s head before getting out of the ring! Drake rolls off of Darcy and forces himself to his knees. Darcy has gotten herself in a sitting position and she is trying to shake the cobwebs out, and Drake knows that he needs to stay on Darcy. He reaches out, takes her by the hair, and hits her with a solid right hand to the face! Darcy manages to fire back with a right of her own! Drake hits Darcy once again and she answers him back! These two are exchanging right hands now and they both fight their way back up! This crowd is going crazy as Darcy switches tactics and nails Drake with a forearm to the jaw! Drake staggers back and Darcy hits him again! She lands a third forearm shot and Drake falls back against the ropes! He pushes himself off BUT DARCY IS THERE! ‘FACE ACHE’! THE SUPERKICK TAKES DRAKE DOWN AND DARCY DROPS FOR THE COVER!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE KICKS OUT!
Jake Mercer: Darcy grabs Drake by the hair and drags him to her corner!
Jake Mercer: TLA is in and both pick Drake up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle! TLA backs up and there’s Darcy with a backflip headscissors takedown! TLA hops to the top turnbuckle and FLIES! ‘420’!!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS CONNECTS! TLA DRAPES HIMSELF OVER DRAKE FOR THE COVER!!!
Flannery McCoy: SIERRA’S IN AND BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Stew-O: DARCY’S BACK IN THE RING AND SHE SPEARS SIERRA THROUGH THE ROPES! BOTH WOMEN ARE THROWING HANDS ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING WHILE TLA IS ON TOP OF DRAKE, BEATING THE SNOT OUT OF HIM! DRAKE KICKS TLA OFF, BUT TLA IS FIRED UP! HE GRABS DRAKE AND THROWS HIM INTO THE CORNER! HE PUMMELS DRAKE WITH SHOULDER THRUST AFTER SHOULDER THRUST, AND DRAKE IS DEFENSELESS RIGHT NOW! TLA CONTINUES THE ONSLAUGHT WITH THOSE FAST STRIKING COMBOS! PALM THRUST! SHOOT KICK TO THE THIGH! FOREARM TO THE FACE! DRAKE KING IS REELING RIGHT NOW AND TLA WITH THREE VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUTS IN A ROW! HE GRABS DRAKE BY THE HAIR AND SLAMS DRAKE’S FACE OFF HIS KNEE!
Jake Mercer: TLA TOSSES DRAKE INTO THE ROPES AND HITS HIM WITH THE ‘305’! TLA IS FIRMLY IN CONTROL RIGHT NOW AND LOOK! ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING SIERRA JUST THREW DARCY INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS! SIERRA IS BACK UP ON THE APRON AND TLA HEADS TOWARDS HER! SIERRA DUCKS BETWEEN THE ROPES AND CATCHES TLA IN THE STOMACH WITH HER SHOULDER! SHE JUMPS OVER THE ROPES AND BRINGS TLA DOWN WITH A SUNSET FLIP! SIERRA’S BACK UP AND SHE HITS THE ROPES, COMING RIGHT BACK AT TLA WITH A BASEMENT STYLE DROPKICK!
Flannery McCoy: The referee has ordered Sierra out of the ring but the flurry of offense has given Drake King a chance to get himself right back into this match! He’s back up now and he’s got La Pantera Sexual by the hair.
Stew-O: Drake makes the tag to Sierra and together Drake and Sierra pull TLA up and suplex him to the ground! Drake slips out of the ring and Sierra climbs to the top turnbuckle! She’s setting up for ‘Sierra Mist’ which is her version of the moonsault double foot stomp!
Flannery McCoy: But TLA is already back into a sitting position! Sierra hops down from the top as TLA gets back up! Sierra flies at TLA with a clothesline but he ducks and wraps his arms around her waist! Sierra blocks a German suplex, but TLA takes her down with a side slam! TLA switches to a front facelock and Sierra reaches her arms out, trying to hook on to TLA’s leg! The World Heavyweight Champion flips over and wraps Sierra in a chokehold and that brings Drake King into the ring! His boot connects with TLA’s face and the referee immediately begins to reprimand Drake! Drake argues back and that allows Darcy to slip into the ring! She grabs Sierra up, twists her around, and takes her down with The IMPrettier! Sierra is laid out! The referee finally forces Drake out of the ring as Darcy drops back down to the floor! TLA drapes himself over Sierra and hooks the leg!
Jake Mercer: Sierra kicks out!
Stew-O: TLA snatches Sierra up and unleashes a ‘Swag Shot’! Sierra’s head snaps to the side and TLA hits her with a Very Mexican Uppercut! He backs Sierra into the corner and begins pummeling her with several rights and lefts! Sierra tries to block, but TLA slams his foot into her gut and spikes her head into the mat with a DDT! TLA flips Sierra onto her back and he shoves his fingers down her throat!
Jake Mercer: Sierra is choking on that Mandible Claw and look at the sick smile on TLA’s face! He’s got his eyes locking firmly on Drake King as Sierra struggles! She manages to touch her toe to the ropes, but TLA drags her into the middle of the ring and continues to choke her! Sierra is convulsing and Drake is grabbing at his hair! If he runs into the ring again, that will only force the referee to turn a blind eye to Darcy!
Flannery McCoy: Sierra has gone limp and TLA withdraws his fingers! He wipes them across Sierra’s face and hooks her legs for the cover.
Stew-O: SIERRA GETS HER SHOULDER UP!
Flannery McCoy: TLA mounts Sierra and begins to strike her with straight right hands to the face! Sierra is pretty defenseless right now and TLA drags her up and tosses her into his corner. Darcy is back up on the apron and she backs away, which allows TLA to hook Sierra’s arms around the ropes! TLA shows off his mean streak by stomping on Sierra’s stomach and as she slumps against the ropes, the champ grabs her by the face and delivers another ‘Swag Shot’! TLA pimp slaps Sierra three more times and Darcy holds her hand out!
Jake Mercer: The Dropkick Darling is back into the ring and THERE IS TTYN!!! TALK TO YOU NEVER CONNECTS AND SIERRA IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT! DARCY DRAGS HER TO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND MAKES THE CO-
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE BREAKS UP THE PIN BEFORE THE REFEREE CAN COUNT! TLA RUSHES THE RING AND HE IMMEDIATELY CLOTHESLINES DRAKE OVER THE TOP ROPE BUT DRAKE SOMEHOW LANDS ON HIS FEET! TLA BACKS UP AND FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A TOPE CON HILO! HE TAKES DRAKE DOWN AND THE TWO KING OF ELITE OPPONENTS ARE BRAWLING ON THE GROUND!
Stew-O: INSIDE THE RING SIERRA JUST KICKED OUT AT TWO! DARCY HAS HER UP AND IS MAINTAINING CONTROL BY USING SIERRA’S WRIST! DARCY RUNS UP THE TURNBUCKLES AND NAILS SIERRA WITH A SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! THAT’S ‘THE ENCORE 2.0’ AND DARCY IMMEDIATELY GOES FOR THE COVER!!!
Jake Mercer: DRAKE JUST GRABBED TLA BY THE HAIR AND SLAMMED HIM INTO THE RING STEPS!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE SEES WHAT’S HAPPENING INSIDE THE RING AND HE QUICKLY DARTS INSIDE!
Stew-O: NO! NO! NO! DRAKE BROKE THE PIN UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND AND KEEPS THE MATCH GOING! HE KICKED DARCY IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND NOW HE’S GOT HER BY THE HAIR! DRAKE TOSSES DARCY OUT OF THE RING!
Jake Mercer: Drake is checking on Sierra now and helping her up. Sierra seems to be reassuring Drake that she’s okay, and he helps Sierra up. The two take a look at the outside of the ring and see TLA and Darcy have gotten to their feet. Drake and Sierra nod at one another AND THEY TAKE OFF RUNNING! SIDE-BY-SIDE SUICIDE DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE!
Flannery McCoy: BUT TLA AND DARCY MOVES! THE CHAMPS MOVE! DRAKE AND SIERRA CRASH INTO THE BARRICADES AND DARCY AND TLA POUNCE ON THEM! TLA AND DARCY HAMMERING AWAY ON THE HURT DRAKE AND SIERRA! TLA AND DARCY PULL DRAKE AND SIERRA UP AND THEY SLAM THEIR HEADS TOGETHER! TLA AND DARCY WORKING IN UNISON AND BOTH WHIP DRAKE AND SIERRA INTO OPPOSITE LED RING POSTS! DRAKE AND SIERRA HIT THE GROUND WHICH ALLOWS TLA AND DARCY TO PUT THE BOOTS TO THEM! THE REFEREE IS SCREAMING AT THE CHAMPS TO GET THEIR OPPONENTS BACK IN THE RING!!!
Stew-O: TLA and Darcy grab Drake and Sierra and roll them back into the ring! Both are back on the apron now and together they jump onto the ropes and use them as a springboard! TLA and Darcy both land double foot stomps on the backs of their opponents and Darcy immediately goes for the cover on Sierra because they are the legal competitors!!!
Jake Mercer: SIERRA. KICKED. OUT!!!
Flannery McCoy: :damn:!!!! Sierra Bradford is one hell of a competitor! No doubt she had to dig deep to find the wherewithal to kick out!
Stew-O: Frustration crosses Darcy’s face and she looks over at TLA! TLA has Drake up and in position for the ‘Mexican Destroyer!’ TLA takes Drake out with that finisher and he throws him out of the ring! The referee is trying to gain some kind of control, but this match is far too gone for that! Darcy lifts Sierra up and places her in TLA’s arms into a powerbomb position! Sierra is still fighting! She lands a few punches to TLA’s head and manages to slip out of the hold! Darcy clubs her in the back and both teammates work to beat down Sierra! Sierra does her best to fight them both off and she manages to clip the World Heavyweight Champion in the side of the knee! TLA’s knee buckles a bit and Sierra catches Darcy with an elbow to the stomach! Darcy backs off just a bit, and that allows Sierra to block a strike from TLA! Sierra goes right back to the knee, and that drops TLA to the mat! Sierra forces herself up and grabs Darcy by the hair! She slams the Specialists Champion’s face off her own knee and then slams Darcy’s face right into TLA’s groin!
Jake Mercer: WELP!
Flannery McCoy: TLA rolls to the side, grabbing at his junk, and Sierra is pulling Darcy up by the hair! Darcy fights her off and goes for a clothesline, but Sierra ducks and takes her down with a German suplex! Sierra quickly helps Darcy up and Irish whips her into the corner! Darcy slams back first against the turnbuckles and Sierra takes off running! Darcy eats a running high knee and comes stumbling out of the corner! Sierra catches her with a kick to the face and takes her down with a huge discus clothesline!!! The Specialists Champ is down and Sierra heads to the top!
Stew-O: This newcomer has shown so much heart tonight and now she’s looking to put this match away with ‘Sierra Mist’! Sierra gets set and flies off the top rope and THE MOONSAULT DOUBLE FOOT STOMP CONNECTS ON DARCY! SIERRA QUICKLY THROWS HERSELF OVER DARCY AND THE REFEREE BEGINS TO COUNT!!!
Jake Mercer: NO! NO! NO! TLA DID SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE AND SAVED THE MATCH! HE MANAGES TO ROLL OVER AND BREAK UP THE PIN!!!
Flannery McCoy: BUT DRAKE HAS PULLED HIMSELF BACK INTO THE RING AND HE IS SIZING UP TLA! DRAKE IS LOOKING TO NAIL TLA WITH THE ‘FALLEN KINGDOM’ CURB STOMP BUT TLA DROPS DOWN! DRAKE STOPS HIMSELF AT THE ROPES BUT DARCY JUST CLUBBED HIM IN THE BACK! TLA FLIES AT DRAKE AND TAKES THEM BOTH OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE BRAWLING OUTSIDE THE RING! DARCY TURNS AROUND AND THERE’S SIERRA! SIERRA LOOKING FOR A SPINNING HEEL KICK BUT THE CHAMP DUCKS AND SHOVES SIERRA INTO THE ROPES! SIERRA HITS CHEST FIRST AND DARCY ROLLS HER UP FROM BEHIND GRABBING A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: SIERRA BRADFORD JUST KICKED OUT BUT IT’S TOO LATE! DARCY JUST STOLE A WIN FOR HERSELF AND THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!
(“Spotlight Savior” by Iggy Azalea begins to blast across the PA system and as if on cue, TLA rams Drake into the ring steps.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE ARE YOU WINNERS… DARCY MAY MORGAN AND TLA!!!!
Flannery McCoy: What a main event to cap off another incredible episode of Friday Night Dynasty!
(Darcy has rolled out of the ring and has jumped into TLA’s arms. TLA hoists her on his shoulder and both champs raise their arms in victory.)
Stew-O: Drake King and Sierra Bradford gave this match everything they had, but Darcy seized an opportunity to roll Sierra up and give herself a little extra leverage. Honestly, the ending takes nothing away from how well TLA and Darcy were able to work together. There was amazing teamwork on both sides of the ring, and I’m really impressed with the newcomer.
Jake Mercer: Sierra Bradford looked incredible in this match and the future is bright for her. I look forward to seeing where she goes from here, and maybe we’ll get lucky and get a future singles match between ‘The Dropkick Darling’ and ‘The Bullet Time Chick.’
(Sierra has rolled out of the ring and is cradling Drake, who is glaring daggers at TLA. TLA has sat Darcy down and both have backed up the ramp, still gloating over their victory.)
Flannery McCoy: We are out of time, so that’s going to have to wrap things up. For Stew-O, Jake, and myself, we’ll see you next week. Goodnight.
(On the ramp, TLA turns to Darcy and both champs share a handshake and a smile. The camera cuts back to the Drake and Sierra, and Sierra’s is whispering in Drake’s ear, her hair concealing her words and face from the camera. The look on Drake’s face is a murderous one and there’s no doubt that come King of Elite, the World Heavyweight Championship match is going to get real personal.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)