(EAW intro plays.)
(As the Dynasty broadcast begins, for the first time in what seems like months, “P.A.T.” by Denzel Curry starts to play throughout the performance center speakers, the socially distanced crowd cheering wildly as much as their protective face coverings will allow them. As the camera pans over the audience, we catch a glimpse of a few EAW themed face masks with phrases such as “HOT TAKES;” “PG PATROL;” “WALK WITH ANDRE;” and other logos being seen amongst the crowd. The camera eventually transitions to the commentary desk where Flannery McCoy, Stew-O, and Jake Mercer all stand closely, going completely against New Jersey state’s social distancing regulations.)
Flannery McCoy: Good evening everybody and welcome to another jam-packed episode of Friday Night Dynasty! I’m Flannery McCoy, and as usual, I am joined by my partners in crime, the blessed, unstressed, and always dressed-to-impress, my fabulous bois Stew-O and Jake Mercer!
Jake Mercer: YOU KNOW THE VIBES, LET’S GET IT POPPING!
Stew-O: You’re too kind, Flannery. Can you feel this energy?! Operation: Doomsday is right around the corner! I consider myself beyond blessed to be able to call such an exciting go-home show we have lined up for everybody watching at home tonight, including our MAIN EVENT where the team of Impact and Charlie Marr will take on–
(The commentary team is silenced as the lights suddenly go out and the unsettling sound of a gypsy chant accompanied by cimbalom fills the performance center arena.)
Jake Mercer: o shit. Completely forgot we were expecting an appearance from The Princess Killer this evening. You ever wondered how she got the name, Flan? Pretty funny story actually–
Flannery McCoy: Jake, maybe literally any other time but now. I’m a lot more focused on the incantations we’re hearing throughout the PA system now–do you think it’s a spell, Stew?! :lupe: !!
Stew-O: :snoop: Why y’all love to act like you’ve never seen Minerva’s entrance before is baffling to me. Creepy as she may be, I’m very interested in hearing what brings this young woman to Dynasty tonight.
(The camera fades from the commentary desk and to the top of the ramp inside of the performance center, where “Blood, Milk & Sky” by White Zombie has begun to play. As the lights in the arena continue to flash, Minerva has stepped out onto the stage with her Universal Women’s World Championship over her shoulder. She wears skin-tight, black, pleather leggings with black leather booties and a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse with bell sleeves. As she progresses down the ramp, very much enjoying the jeers she’s receiving behind the COVID-proof plexiglass barricade, she raises her title high in the air for all to see.)
Jake Mercer: At only twenty-three years old, Minerva is the youngest women’s champion we’ve ever had in EAW–and yes, I’m considering every past reign from our Vixen’s Champions and the Women’s World Championship before the UWC was introduced last year!
Flannery McCoy: Impressive! Yet, as inexperienced and youthful as she may be, that hasn’t stopped Minerva from having such a successful reign and being one of EAW’s standout Elitists since her debut.
Stew-O: A successful reign *so far.* Darcy May Morgan, Ms. Cash In The Vault, damn near would have had cashed in on Minerva just last week on Voltage if it hadn’t been for Serena preventing it from happening. As you all know, Minerva will be defending against Serena Bennett at Bloodsport in a match stipulation that was only announced just recently–Three Stages of Hell.
Flannery McCoy: A match that I’m sure Serena does NOT want to miss out on against The Gypsy Moth, hence the interference!
Jake Mercer: It’ll be a match for the history books, I’m sure of it!
(Minerva lowers her championship as she walks up the steel steps, onto the apron, and enters the ring. She walks to the corner of the ring where she is handed a microphone, then positions herself closer to the center of the ring, pacing back and forth as she waits for her music to die down. Once it does, she lifts her microphone to speak as she continues pacing.)
(A pause. Her pacing comes to a halt as she slowly raises her head, staring directly into the camera as she continues.)
Minerva: You sniveling little bitch. I hope you know that you only solidified your pitiful fate when you decided that it was in your best interests to stop Darcy from cashing in on me. (She chuckles.) And it’ll be the biggest mistake of your fucking career. Because at Bloodsport, while the stipulation implies that we will both be made to suffer in that ring, you should know that it’ll be YOUR Three Stages of Hell, and MY Three Stages of Heaven, my sweet, blissful, euphoric paradise. As our match draws nearer, time will only tell that you will for certain regret *ever* choosing to help me on Voltage instead of giving poor Darcy the slightest chance at taking this belt from me. And to ensure that I make the best out of our stipulation, and to be positive that I will succeed by not only embarrassing, but by completely annihilating you after I have my way with your physical self…there’s just one more thing I need…
(Minerva slowly turns her attention to the stage.)
Minerva: Ohhhh, Andreaaaaa…do you mind joining me out here for a moment, if you could spare the time, princess?
(It takes a moment or two, but eventually, “Roll With Me” by Charlie XCX begins to play throughout the speakers of the EAW performance center as the fans grow restless for Andrea Valentine’s entrance. Reluctantly, she walks out onto the stage, wearing her ring-gear in preparation for competition later tonight with a “Heart of Empire” tee worn over it. She progresses down the ramp, keeping a keen eye on Minerva who smiles dreamily as Andrea makes her way to the steel steps.)
Stew-O: Now what the hell does Minerva want with Andrea right now? You’d think she’d be more focused on Serena considering the two are set to face off for that very same UWC she holds so proudly. Andrea has nothing to do with that matchup!
Flannery McCoy: I’m sure it’s nothing more than some other psychological tactic Minerva is using to try and get in Serena’s head. 🙄
Jake Mercer: I dunno, Flan. I’m not so sure Serena will be able to handle much more of Minerva’s mind games. Minerva may already have the psychological victory over Serena, and that might be more than enough to ensure she walks out of Bloodsport still champion.
Stew-O: That’s assuming Serena will even make it to Bloodsport after Andrea Valentine gets her hands on her. Those two might have reached their boiling point last week, as it took security to tear them apart not only once, but TWICE in one night!
Flannery McCoy: It’s not like Andrea to ever back down from a fight, and she’s ensuring that it’s going to be a BIG one next weekend!
(Andrea enters the ring and grabs a microphone as “Roll With Me” dies down. She stands across from Minerva, eyeing her slowly and skeptically while Minerva simply flashes a cunning smile right back at her. A few moments pass before either woman speaks.)
Andrea Valentine: Well?
Minerva: “Well” what?
Andrea Valentine: :mjpls: You wanted me out here, so here I am.
Minerva: Oh, yes, yes, of course! Forgive me. I do love it when a bitch knows to follow orders. :wow: I was only too busy…staring at you, trying to determine what exactly it is that has the entirety of the EAW Universe enamored with you, if nothing beyond the breast augmentation surgery paired with the bleached roots. Men just fawn over you everywhere you go, don’t they? Must be nice to be on the receiving end of so much…superficial and hollow attention.
Andrea Valentine: Now is not the time to project your deep-rooted insecurities involving how you’ve been rejected literally everywhere you go onto me, I have nothing to do with that. I promise you won’t want to make an enemy out of me. You asked me out here, so I’ll bite.
Minerva: Fair enough. Well, as you know, Andrea, I have a Universal Women’s Title match scheduled at Bloodsport against Serena Bennett. I’ve come here to ask a favor of you, if you would allow it.
Andrea Valentine: What the hell could you possibly want from me, of all people?
(Minerva licks her lips, eyeing Andrea before she opens her mouth to speak.)
Minerva: Call off the match with Serena at Operation: Doomsday.
Andrea Valentine: :skip:
Stew-O, Jake Mercer, & Flannery McCoy: :skip: !!!
(Murmurs are heard from the socially-distanced audience in response to Minerva’s outrageous request.)
Jake Mercer: Did she just say what I think she did?!
Minerva: Please, Andrea. Hear me out. I understand how much this match against Serena means to you now, you two have been going at it, neck and neck, for weeks now, since the beginning of the season! This feud between you both is going to have a season-defining outcome for the both of you. And by the looks of it, it’s starting to seem like Serena might be a little bit more excited for your matchup than she is mine. That bothers me just a bit, Andrea, because I’m looking forward to getting in the ring with Serena. I’m looking forward to putting her through Three Stages of Hell and to inflicting the highest level of suffering that woman will ever experience. So, when I meet Serena at Bloodsport, I want a Serena Bennett at 100%. Not 75, not 50, not even 99. One hundred. And if this tension between you two shows us anything, it shows us that I won’t be able to take as much away from Serena as I hope to if she gets in the ring with you. No doubt you’ll have something to prove against her at Operation: Doomsday, and no doubt you’ll want to put her through some punishment of your own. So, please. Do me one favor. Skip the match with Serena and allow me, just this once, to have my way with a fully-rested, fully-capable, fully-powered up Serena.
(Andrea gives Minerva a quick up-and-down as Minerva lowers the microphone for a moment, flashing a bright smile in Andrea’s direction, excited to hear if the next words out of Andrea’s mouth are an agreement to Minerva’s favor. Andrea then takes a quick look around the performance center arena as the crowd watches intently, then simply shakes her head as she raises the microphone back up to her mouth, the mic picking up the sound of her lighthearted sigh.)
Andrea Valentine: With all due respect, Minerva, fuck no.
(The crowd cheers and applauds as Minerva’s bright smile turns into a scowl.)
Andrea Valentine: Why in the world should I let *you* have all the fun? Wouldn’t be fair of me to turn Serena down from the fight she wants so badly, would it? This has been a *long* time coming, and I’m not standing down for anybody. Serena asked for a match with me, so I’m going to give her one, and give the EAW Universe a showing in just how formidable of a fucking competitor I can be. Losing the EAW World Championship shouldn’t stop me from giving it my all and putting on amazing Free-Per-View matches, from proving myself against every opportunity I’m faced with, and from giving every competitor my all. I’m going to do *exactly* what I have to to get my point across and to make it perfectly clear to Serena, to you, and to anybody else who’s wondering whether or not Andrea Valentine has it in her to succeed at any given time after going against people up and down the EAW roster. Plus, I owe Serena a bitch slap or two as payback for the shit she’s been talking. I’m only worried about doing what matters for me, Minerva. So, no. Hell no! I’m not doing you this favor because it’s sure as hell *not* in my best interests to let Serena get away unscathed after all she’s done to try and put me down so far.
(The performance center crowd lets out a small pop.)
Minerva: (She sighs.) Your sense of determination…it’s adorable, Andrea. I’d say admirable, except there is nothing I admire about you for being so set on wasting her time on a woman who was marked for death not long before you set sights on her. I suppose I’ll have to make due with what little is left of Serena after yo–
(The intro to “Surfin’ [ft. Pharrel Williams]” by Kid Cudi starts up, bringing the crowd inside of the performance center to their feet in anticipation for Serena Bennett. Andrea and Minerva back away from one another and turn their attention to the stage, where Serena has now appeared sporting a retro MaKaVeLi t-shirt tied just under her bust with grey Puma leggings and a pair of baby blue and white Jordan 1’s. Serena flips her hair at the top of the stage, gold bamboo earrings swaying with her head movement.)
Jake Mercer: I’ma need dat shirt. :birdmanhandrub:
Flannery McCoy: Serena, now realizing she’s the center of attention between these two women, coming out here to give these woman a piece of their mind after BOTH of them are swearing to give Serena the fight of her life!
Stew-O: No doubt about that, Flan. I’m sure we all know just how seriously Serena takes it whenever she’s the topic of conversation.
(Serena takes her time walking down the ramp, reaching the apron just as the audience begins to sing along with “Surfin’.” The music dies down, but the audience continues the chorus as Serena grabs a microphone from the timekeeper’s area.)
Serena Bennett: Now hold on just a fuckin’ minute–
Minerva: Serena! You beat me to the punch. I was just getting ready to ask you to join us out here tonight to see if you could perhaps convince Andrea to–
Serena Bennett: AHT AHT! Shhhhhh! I’m talking now, all eyes on ME right now, sistopher. Oh, you don’t like that, huh? Don’t know why you acting surprised like you ain’t pull up on Dynasty to open the show and start blabbering about me right away, and you thought I wasn’t gon’ check you? Y’all just loooooove keeping my fucking name in your mouth, but look how quiet y’all both get all of a sudden now that I’m out here. Predictable comin’ from y’all. Can’t believe these bitches is really out here talmbout “I’m gonna beat Serena better than you can!” as if either ONE of y’all can expect a win in the next few weeks. :mjlol: Watch, I’ma send you right back to the hole you crawled out of right after I remind Andrea who her fuckin’ daddy is, talk to me nice.
Minerva: Be realistic, Serena. Be honest with yourself, just once. Drop the facade that you’re the most invincible woman in this industry–I’ll be sure to prove you wrong come Bloodsport and trust me when I tell you that you’re going to need all the strength you can muster up to withstand our fucking title match. It’s better you kiss and makeup with Andrea Valentine now before you find yourself with too much on your plate when it’s too late. You’ll need all the help you can get before taking this beating, and feuding with another woman isn’t doing you any favors. And really, I’m only looking out for you. You at least deserve a fighting chance before I ultimately destroy any hope you had of laying a finger on this championship ever again.
Serena Bennett: Fuck outta here, bitch. I’ma crip walk up and down your fucking lifeless corpse after I make a mess out of you come Bloodsport. Andrea just the warm up, but she can get some of this work, too, since she been begging for an ass whoopin’ from yours truly so damn bad.
Andrea Valentine: Um, you asked for a match with me, remember?! :wtf:
Serena Bennett: :hhh: And I don’t know who the fuck told you it was safe for you to address me right now, sis. Did I ask for your interjection?
Andrea Valentine: Don’t know who died and made you the boss of me.
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Andrea Valentine: I’m really not in the mood for your shit, Serena. Or Minerva’s either, truthfully, but one step at a time! I’m just as ready to smack the shit out of you up and down this entire ring as you are me. I keep on warning you, it’s not in your best interests to think of me as your little pre-game. Need another reminder of just how fucked up I had you in the middle of that ring two weeks ago, or you think you can wait until the Free-Per-View to get your ass handed to you again?
Serena Bennett: You know what? Minerva’s right, fuck O: D all together, ‘cause we can get it in right here and right now. I’m with the shits, lil’ bitch, I ain’t scared of either one of you, don’t test me. And don’t you fucking insult me, Minerva. I don’t need you to do me no favors, call off no matches, take care of my opponents for me–despite me obviously needing to stand in to keep yours at bay–nah. None of that. Don’t know who the fuck either of you are tryna tell me that’s best for ME. I knew exactly what the fuck I was doing when I challenged each of you one right after the other. I’m about that fucking life, believe it or not, and y’all not gon’ enjoy being at the receiving end of what happens once Serena Bennett realigns herself and goes after what’s rightfully hers. And just so nobody can doubt whether or not Serena deserves that Univeral Women’s Title or question the level of work she’s capable of dealing with, I want all the smoke, just make sure you can fucking keep up with me when it comes down to it. Neither one of you better hold back on me in that fuckin’ ring, give me the best y’all fuckin’ got, I double dawg dare you. ‘Cause you best believe that I show it better than I say it–if you could even fucking begin to imagine. Best of luck to both of you. Y’all hoes gon’ fucking need it.
(“Surfin’” picks back up just as Serena drops her microphone with a loud pop. She scoffs once before she exits between the middle rope, leaving Andrea and Minerva alone in the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: There you have it, folks! I guess Serena’s said all she’s needed to say heading into back-to-back Free-Per-View appearances. Thots, gentlemen?
Jake Mercer: Yes, please.
Stew-O: A very strong statement from Bennett before she heads into two of the arguably most heated Free-Per-View matches she’s seen in her career. But there’s only one way to see whether or not Serena has ended up biting off more than she can chew to start the season.
(Serena walks backwards up the performance center ramp, gesturing towards both of her upcoming FPV opponents and shit-talking from a distance. The final shot before Dynasty fades to commercial is of Andrea and Minerva staring Serena down from the ring before turning heads and locking eyes with one another.)
(Commercial for autotrader.com featuring Andre Walker as he’s in a dealership asking for advice from someone too busy to help before he’s introduced to the website that gets him all the information he’s asking for and more!)
(Reverse Vitiligo treatment commercial featuring Andre Walker)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘The Purge’ by ScHoolboy Q, Tyler The Creator, and Kurupt hits to loud boos from the crowd.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first from Eastside, Long Beach, California weighing in at 282 pounds he is “The So-Cal Submission Specialist” MAAAAAASSSSON MASSACRRRRRRRRE!!!
(Mason Massacre makes his way to the ring tearing up his manga collection and making nuclear bomb jokes in order to send a message to his opponent here tonight.)
Flannery McCoy: Damn the racism tho.
Jake Mercer: It’s not racism Flan. It’s mindgames! Mason is a devious strategist who specializes in making his opponent submit. Getting inside their head is just one of the ways to truly submit your opponent to your will.
Stew-O: Well I guess you both might be right. However, that is my favorite manga series so I just might have to hop this table and pull a Jake Mercer at PFP on this motherfucker.
Jake & Flannery: :whoa:
(“The Invisible Wall” By The GazettE hits to more boos from the crowd.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent from Kabukicho, Tokyo, Japan weighing in at 251 pounds he is “The Ungovernable” KooooooMMMMMMATSuuuuu OOOOOOOGaaaaaWwwwwAAAAAA!!!!
(Komatsu Ogawa makes his way to the ring pretending to trip down the ramp due to an earthquake to send a message to his Californian opponent. He also does some knockoff yoga poses in his corner to really drive it home and make Mason rage extra hard.)
Stew-O: Yeah you tell him Komatsu! This gaijin will never touch a precious copy of JoJo’s ever again once you get through with him!
Jake Mercer: I feel like I am back in 2017. That being said this match looks like it is getting heated and personal and should be an interesting one to watch. It reminds me of the great war between California and Japan in 1953 that left the empty Pacific Ocean between them a barren wasteland where nobody lives to this day.
Flannery McCoy: *bangs head on desk
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: This one is gonna be a real slobberknocker here tonight let me tell you! Both men facing off as the referee conducts the usual checks before letting them at each other. Mason Massacre and Komatsu Ogawa circling the ring now talking smack as they prepare to go in on each other. Ogawa especially seems to be ready here as you can see a smirk on his face just as he charges in to lock up and fight ferociously with Massacre! Ogawa wins the struggle catching Massacre in a headlock dropping his opponent to his knees. But Mason fights his way back up and shoves Ogawa off him into the ropes. But Ogawa catches him on the bounce back from the ropes and drops him with a Snapmare Takedown into the ring. Right back into the headlock from whence he came. Massacre fights his way back up once more and falls back dragging himself and Ogawa and the headlock back into the corner and the ropes. The referee forces the break really quickly. But Massacre just grabs Ogawa into his own headlock and Snapmare Takedown dropping him to the mat in the ring! How the tables have turned!
Flannery McCoy: The crowd booing at the relative excitement of these headlocks and early match restholds as Komatsu Ogawa struggles back up to his feet. He shoves Mason Massacre off him against the ropes! Drop Toe Hold! Ogawa looking for an Ankle Lock! But Massacre struggles his way over to the ropes and immediately forces the break before such a lethal hold can be applied. Ogawa stomping hard on the back of Massacre in frustration as the referee chastizes him for not immediately backing off and instead attempting to take advantage of his opponent’s weakness. Massacre slowly back up as he counters a punch from Ogawa and sends him back into the corner. Repeated shots from Massacre are very well placed knocking Ogawa on his ass and dazing him. A spinning back elbow in the corner keeps his opponent dazed as he nearly takes him off his feet again. Irish Whip! No! Ogawa counters the whip and runs off the ropes himself! Both men intersect… Ogawa with a SPEAR! No! Massacre got his knee up and Ogawa stopped the Spear just in time but the arm of Ogawa caught by the knee block of Massacre! Ogawa turns around in pain shaking off the damage to his arm but Massacre assaults him with a vicious Lariat from behind right to the back of the neck! Damn what a painful looking clubbing blow!
Jake Mercer: Komatsu Ogawa holding his head in pain as Mason Massacre slides in for the cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Kickout by Komatsu Ogawa! Mason Massacre slowly raises up Ogawa as he looks to continue his vicious strikes… but Ogawa blocks with his arm and begins firing back shots of his own! Punch! Punch! Punch! Chop! Chop! Chop! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Irish Whip! But Massacre reverses it! Ogawa comes flying back with a Crossbody off the ropes!!! But Massacre stops, drops, and rolls causing Ogawa to crash and burn on the canvas! Massacre pointing and laughing at Ogawa as he sits in the ring stalking his opponent slowly getting back up. Ogawa pulls himself up on the ropes as Massacre sees his chance to strike! He charges in! Running Clothesline takes Ogawa out flipping him up and over the top rope to the outside as he bashes his head all up against the announce table! Massacre not finished yet! He runs the ropes!!! SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE CONNECTS!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO! KOMATSU OGAWA MOVED OUT THE WAY! MASON MASSACRE CRASHES HEAD FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! Ogawa now on the outside as he grabs Mason and throws him back into the ring for the cover.
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-
Jake Mercer: Kickout barely by Mason Massacre! Komatsu Ogawa brutally grabs him into a headlock before transitioning into a more painful looking Dragon Sleeper! Ogawa grimacing angrily as he chokes his opponent out gripping with force dropping Massacre down to the mat! He continues using the submission to drain the life from his opponent as Mason is fading! No! Mason showing signs of life as he begins to slowly return to his feet! He grabs for the ropes… but Ogawa quickly releases the hold and tosses him back with a Dragon Suplex! But Mason lands on his feet! He charges in at Ogawa in the corner! But Ogawa moves out of the way and Mason goes chest first into the turnbuckle padding! Ogawa with a rollup from behind!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Frustration now setting it for Komatsu Ogawa as he begins angrily stomping on Mason Massacre targeting every part of his body that he can see. He decides he likes the head best so begins focusing on placing his stomps there much to the distress of Massacre. Leaping Knee Strike by Ogawa right to the head of Massacre! Ogawa lifts his opponent up only to drop him with a Running Powerslam down to the mat. A quick cover but then he changes his mind and decides to go for another rest hold instead much to the outrage of the crowd. He begins to laugh at them before letting go of the hold and hitting another Leaping Knee Strike! Massacre rolls over trying to get away from Ogawa who just locks him into yet another Dragon Sleeper. Massacre manages to barely get a finger on the ropes as Ogawa sighs and hits him hard across the back with a loud slapping noise. That seems to have just annoyed Massacre who turns around looking enraged only to be met with a Superkick to the face from Ogawa! The cover!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Kickout! But how can this be? Ogawa annoyed as he pulls up Massacre and slaps him across the face disrespectfully yelling at him to stay down next time. He pulls him in and hooks him for the end…
Jake Mercer: DESTINY’S END CONNECTS!!!
Stew-O: NO! MASON MASSACRE COUNTERS!!! HE FLIPS KOMATSU OGAWA UP AND OVER BACK DOWN TO THE MAT! MASON GRABS OGAWA BY THE SIDE AND LIFTS HIM UP! 562 CONNECTS! THE BRUTAL AF FIREMAN’S CARRY SIDESLAM CONNECTS! THE COVER!!!
Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner… MAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN MASSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(‘The Purge’ by ScHoolboy Q, Tyler The Creator, and Kurupt hits as Mason Massacre smirks to the referee insisting he raise his arm up in victory. However, he shoves the referee aside and rolls out of the ring grabbing the mic from Stephie Love.)
Jake Mercer: No! Leave Stephie alone!
Mason Massacre: Cut my music! Cut my damn music!
(Everything goes silent.)
Mason Massacre: Look at this man. Look at the destruction that I caused. Look at it! LOOK AT IT!
(Mason makes Stephie look at it.)
Mason Massacre: This is Jalyn’s fate! I’ll see him at Operation Doomsday… unless he is too much of a coward.
(Mason Massacre smirks as the crowd boos and throws trash that bounces back at them off the glass shields at ringside.)
Jake Mercer: Mason Massacre laying it out! If I was Jalyn I would be terrified.
Stew-O: Jalyn ain’t no coward! He will be there! I know he will!
Stew-O: Can’t wait! Operation Doomsday will be lit! But will Jalyn suffer the same doom as Komatsu Ogawa here tonight?!?!
(The camera cuts to a commercial featuring various EAW wrestlers discussing their dream matches. The debate soon turns violent.)
(Dynasty returns from commercial break to find Stephie Love in ring, about to introduce the competitors in the upcoming bout.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to the most exciting weekly episodic television show, Elite Answers Wrestling presents, Friday Night Dynasty!
Flannery McCoy: An incredible bout unfolded only moments ago, between Komatsu Ogawa and Mason Massacre, and there’s more action to come! In just a few moments, the team of MITSUBACHI and Khamsin will do battle with Seth Osiris and Jason McKormick in a tag team matchup!
Jake Mercer: Yessir! Despite this match being a tag team bout, all four of these men will compete at Operation: Doomsday, in a six-man New Breed Showcase match! An electric matchup it’ll be, though that’s a week away, tonight, two of them look to build momentum by toppling the dreams of the others’ to the canvas. We’ll see which of these four men can effectively function as a unit and gain a much-needed victory for their team.
Flannery McCoy: This amazing tag team match will take place momentarily!
(Camera pans towards the center of the ring, where Dynasty ringside announcer, Stephie Love, is beginning to introduce the competitors.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TAG TEAM MATCH, AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
(Socially distanced crowd repeats “ONE FALL!”)
(‘Bow Down’ by I Prevail begins to reverberate throughout the performance centers speakers, as Seth Osiris makes his way onto the Dynasty stage.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST, WRESTLING OUT OF THE SWAMPS, OF LOUISSSIIAAANNNAAAA!! WEIGHING IN 212 POUNNNDDSSS, SEEETTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH OOSSSSIIIIIRRRRRRRRIIIIIIISSSS!!!
(Seth Osiris presents himself afore this crowd, beginning to make his way to the ring. ‘DEVIL’ by Shinedown replaces the PC’s environment, as Jason McKormick, spotlight on him, arms stretched wide, appears on the stage.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS PARTNER, WRESTLING OUT OF JACKSON, MICCCCHIIGGGANNNNN!!! WEIGHING IN AT 23 POOOUUNNDDSSSS, JASSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN “THE SOCIAL STAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN” MCCCKKORMIIIICCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Osiris and McKormick are certainly an interesting duo. One having recently returned to EAW and one having only made his debut recently. Both have arrived on Dynasty in pursuit of glory and at Operation: Doomsday, they’ll have their most significant opportunity thus far. Six men, including the four aking part in this match, will do battle in a New Breed showcase matchup! Championship glory is on their minds and they’re not looking to waste their opportunity!
Stew-O: Indeed, Flannery, though tonight these men will need to align their focus for only one match when they take on MITSUBACHI and Khamsin.
Jake Mercer: McKormick in particular has been extremely vocal about not being an afterthought, and Operation: Doomsday is his chance to erase nay doubt that he belongs at the bottom of the card. Though steps must be taken if he’s to walk into Operation: Doomsday with momentum on his side. A step that he’ll have to take by stepping over Khamisn and MITSUBACHI, by the side of Seth Osiris.
(Silence overtakes the area, followed by a chorus of boos being hurled at Khamsin, as he makes his way onto the stage.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! FIRST, WRESTLING OUT OF VERDUN, FRANNNNCCCEEEEEE!!! WEIGHING IN AT 210 POOUUNNNDDSSSS, “LE MAGGGNIIIFFFFIIIIIQUUEEEEEE” KHAMMMSIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
(Khamsin, through loud silence, begins to smugly glance towards his opponents in the ring. ‘Black Honey’ by Thrice replaces the silence, though the reaction all the same, as the sinister MITSUBACHI graces the performance center with his malicious presence.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS PARTNER! WEIGHING IN AT 187 POOOUUUNNDDSSS!!! WRESTLING OUT OF SOTO, SAITAMA, JAAAAPPPAAANNNNNNN, “THE SILENT KILLERRRRRRRR”!!!! MITTTTTSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBAAACHHHHIIII!!!!!
Jake Mercer: Khamsin out for vengeance this week, he wears a bloodthirsty smile across his face. After suffering a defeat to Andre Walker in a triple threat match last week, Khamsin is looking to establish himself as top tier talent on this brand. A win here tonight will set him on that very path! MITSUBACHI’s change in attitude needs no explanation. MITSUBACHI was simply exhausted from dragging dead weight on Showdown in season thirteen. He’s taking more than names, he’s taking heads, and he’s made it apparent that he wants only the biggest and best opportunities in season fourteen! And he won’t rest until he claims said opportunities for himself, crushing the hopes of his peers under his boot!
Stew-O: The same goes for Khamsin, for that matter. Both men, ruthless, coldblooded, and savages to the fullest extent. Relishing in their handy work, enjoying the punishment and cruelty brought to their foes. There will be an incredible clash of styles tonight, gentleman!
(The referee signals for the bell to be rung, indicating the official beginning of this tag team match.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Jake Mercer: We’re off! This tag team match kicking off with the traditional ringing of the bell. Seth Osiris and Khamsin the first to begin this match for their respective teams. These two looking for a lockup, but Khamsinn heads South, ducking under the grasp of Seth, and firing a knife-edge chop at the chest of Seth Osiris! And again! Khamsin with two nasty chops to begin this match! Khamsin jawing at the socially distanced crowd already. Looking to send Seth Osiris across the ring, but Seth reverses with an irish whip! Khamsin now bounding off the ropes, SETH LAUNCHING KHAMSIN INTO THE AIR AND DROPPING HIM FROM THE SKIES WITH A SINGLE LEG FLAPJACK!! What a counter from Seth Osiris from the get-go! Seth drags Khamsin into his corner, as he makes legal Jason McKormick. Seth Osiris snapping Khamsin to the canvas, Jason’s heading to the top rope, the no-fly zone! MCKORMICK WITH A BE|IG ELBOW OFF THE TOP, DROPPING THAT ELBOW THROUGH THE HEART OF KHAMSIN!! The pairing of Osiris and McKormick appearing efficient thus far!
Flannery McCoy: Indeed, they do. Jason now bringing Khamsin to a standing base, powering him into the turnbuckles with brute strength. Wrapping his hands around the throat of Khamsin, attempting to choke the life from Khamsin! McKormick utilizing every second of his five-count to his advantage, a villainous display of violence from the self-proclaimed “lunatic”. Jason now heading to the top once more, perhaps looking for another cruel elbow drop! Khamsin wisely rolling out of the way, avoiding any possible danger. Jason drops back to the canvas, but Khamsin is still on wobbly legs! JASON SETTING UP FOR A SPEAR, TRANSITIONING INTO YET ANOTHER LETHAL WEAPON IN HIS ARSENAL! JASON LOOKING TO CUT KHAMSIN IN HALF, BUT KHAMSIN COUNTERS WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE FACE!!! WHAT A COUNTER FROM THE FRENCH-MAN! Khamsin with a beautiful counter, now looking to capitalize! Khamsin off the ropes, DROPPING A HUGE KNEE ACROSS THE FACE OF JASON! He’ll offer him no quarter, no room to rest after that tremendous knee drop! Khamsin, dragging McKormick by the hair, further damaging an already pitiful hairline! Dragging Jason to his corner, tagging in his partner and making his official entry into the match, MITSUBACHI! MITSUBACHI quickly driving knees into the ribs of McKormick, repeated knee strikes to the body, punishing Jason. This certainly won’t help his chances at Operation: Doomsday. Lifting Jason up to his feet now, perhaps a suplex in McKormick’s near future! No! Jason escaped the grasp of MITSUBACHI and drops him to a knee with a jaw-realigning European Uppercut! MITSUBACHI is down! Jason looking for an inverted headlock backbreaker now, a signature force of his offense!
Jake Mercer: NOW IT’S MITSUBACHI WITH A COUNTER, NAILING AN ENZEGUIRI ON THE SKULL OF JASON MCKORMICK!! MITSUBACHI DISPLAYING HIS EXCELLENT RING IQ AND WHEREWITHAL TO COUNTER JASON’S ATTACK! Now MITSUBACHI’s going to play with his food, he’s going to make Jason pay for every degrading insult that let to this match right now. More knees to the body of a downed McKormick, from MITSUBACHI!! Brutal knee strikes, now barbaric elbow raining down upon McKormick!! MITSUBACHI dropping any form of attack onto his opponent, looking to inflict as much pain as humanely possible! WHAT THE HELL?!? KHAMSIN STORMING TO SETH’S CORNER, RIPPING HIS LEG OFF THE ARPON, AS SETH OSIRIS COMES CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!! KHAMSIN NOW SMILING AT HIM!!! WHAT A VILE MAN, ABSOLUTELY DESPICABLE!!
Stew-O: The referee warning Khamsin about the attack, giving him his undivided attention. WHICH ALLOWS MITSUBACHI TO STOMP AT THE CROTCH OF JASON MCKORMICK!!! MITSUBACHI WITH A LOW BLOW, TAKING JASON OUT OF THIS MATCH INDEFINITELY! The referee getting his head back into the ring’s affairs, but the work is done! MITSUBACHI now scraping Jason off the canvas, looking to finish it right here! Whispering in the ear of McKormick, the end is near for “The Lunatic”! HERE HE GOES!!! AXE KICK TO THE BACK OF JASON MCKORMICK’S HEAD, NOW FOLLOWING IT UP WITH A BACKSTABBER!!! A BACCCKKKKKSTABBBEERRRRR!!!!! MITSUBACHI’S KNEES DRIVEN STRAIGHT THROUGH THE SPINE OF JASON, THIS IS IT!!! MITSUBACHI HEADING IN FOR THE PIN!!
Flannery McCoy: SETH OSIRIS BREAKS IT UP AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT!!! MY GOD, A CLOSE CALL THERE, MITSUBACHI THOUGHT HE HAD THIS IN THE BAG, HELL, I DID AS WELL!! Khamsin now back into the ring, looking to dispose of Seth Osiris! KHAMSIN LAUCNHES HIMSELF WITH A DROPKICK, BUT SETH SIDESTEPS HIM! GREAT MOVEMENTS FROM OSIRIS! SETH NOW ATTEMPTING A REVERSE DDT, THOUGH KHAMSIN IS FIGHTING IT!! MITSUBACHI WITH A HEEL KICK TO THE FACE OF SETH OSIRIS, DROPPING HIM TO HIS KNEES!! KHAMSIN NOW ONTO THE APRON, LOOKING FOR A SPRINGBOARD LARIAT!! HE FLIEEEESSSS!!!! WAIT, SETH OSIRIS CAUGHT HIM, PLUCKED HIM OUT OF MID-AIR!!! NOW OSIRIS HURLING KHAMSIN OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! WHAT A COUNTER FROM SETH OSIRIS!! NOW IT’S MITSUBACHI SENDING SETH OVER THE TOP ROPE!! BUT JASON MCKORMICK BACK INTO THE MIX, ‘THEEEEE LEGGGACCCCYYYYYYY’!!!!!! ‘THE LEGACY’ SUPERKICK LANDED FLUSH ON MITSUBACHI’S CHIN, BUT IT SENT HIM TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE, JASON CAN’T TAKE ADVANTAGE!!! THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE MELEE!!
Stew-O: HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO PIN MITSUBACHI, BUT HE WON’T LET UP!! WON’T ALLOW HIM ANY ROOM TO RECOVER! JASON MCKORMIC ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, HE’S LOOKING TO PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS!!! JASON’S EYEING A BIG MOVE!!! KHAMSIN ON THE APRON NOW WITH A DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF JASON MCKORMIC, SENDING HIM BOOMING TO THE FLOOR, WHAT A MOVE FROM ‘LE MAGNIFIQUE’!! KHAMSIN NOT ALLOWING JASON TO LAY ALL HIS CARDS ON THE TABLE! WHO THE HELL IS EVEN LEGAL?!?
Flannery McCoy: MITSUBACHI and Jason McKormick are the two legal men in this match, but bodies are strewn everywhere! KKhamsin’s managed to aid MITSUBACHI back into the ring, though he’s still out of it from the superkick to the chin. Khamsin willing MITSUBACHI to the corner, looking desperately for a tag. Jason McKormick back into the ring now, dragging MITSUBACHI back into the center of the ring. Jason McKormick just unloading on MITSUBACHI! JESUS CHRIST, FULL MOUNT, JASON’S JUST DROPPING HAMMERS ONTO THE UNPROTECTED FACE OF MITSUBACHI! BLOOD BEGINS TO SEEP FROM THE NOSE OF MITSUBACHI!! Jason back to his feet, blowing a kiss at Khamsin, who’s chomping at the bit to get into this match. McKormick now tags in Seth Osiris, looking perhaps for a flurry of offense against the foul MITSUBACHI! A SPIKE DDT FROM JASON, PLANTING MITSUBACHI ON HIS HEAD, DRILLING HIM INTO THE CANVAS!! NOW JASON, THRUSTING MITSUBACHI’S BODY INTO THE AWAITING ARMS OF SETH OSIRIS, WHO’S LOOKING FOR A TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! SPINNING MITSUBACHI HIGH IN THE SKIES!!! WHAT THE HELL, MITSUBACHI WITH A HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN, ROLLING TO THE CANVAS FROM THE AIR, WHAT A COUNTER FROM MITSUBACHI!!! HE AVOIDS A CLOTHESLINE FROM JASON, AND MANAGES TO LUNGE TOWARDS HIS CORNER! HE TAGS KHAMSIN, WHO’S NOW THE LEGAL MAN!! KHAMSIN BLASTS JASON OUT OF THE RING, AND CATCHES THE SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT OF SETH!! STO FROM KHAMSIN, PLANTING THE LOUSIANA NATIVE!!
Jake Mercer: KHAMSIN AND SETH THE TWO LEGAL MEN, BUT KHAMSIN’S LOOKING FOR A FINISH RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!! KHAMSIN USING THE SMALL SHRED OF POWER HE’S GOT LEFT TO LIFT OSIRIS FOR THE ‘DOMINUS’! THE GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB THAT’S TAKEN SO MANY OUT OF COMMISSION!! KHAMSIN’S LOOKING FOR IT!!! ‘DOOOOMMMMIINNNUUSSSSSSS’!!!!! THAT GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB LANDED TO PERFECTION, PLANTING SETH OSIRIS ON THE CANVAS!!! THOUGH KHAMSIN JUST PEELED SETH OSIRIS’ LIFELESS BODY OFF THE CANVAS ONCE MORE, HE’S GOT VICTORY ON HIS MIND, AND HE’S ON THE END ZONE NOW!!! KHAMSIN’S GOT HIM IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION, ATTEMPTING THE ‘PYRAMID POSEIDON’!! HE’S GONNA DROP SETH ON HIS HEAD AND HEAD INTO OPERATION: DOOMSDAY WITH A WHIRLWIND OF MOMENTUM ON HIS SIDE!!! KHAMSIN’S GOT HIM UP!! NO, SETH OSIRIS ROLL THROUGH AND OUT OF THE ATTEMPTED FINISH, WHAT FUCKING ATHLETICISM FROM THE BIG MAN!!! AMAZING ESCAPE FROM SETH, WHO NOW DELIVERS A CLOTHESLINE FROM ABSOLUTE HELL TO KHAMSIN!!! SETH IS STRUGGLING TO STAY ON HIS FEET, HE MANAGES TO INCH TOWARDS HIS CORNER AND TAG JASON MCKORMICK INTO THE MATCH!!
Flannery McCoy: I HAVE A FEELING WE’RE APPROACHING THE END!! JASON MCKORMICK SIZING UO KHAMSIN, LOOKING PERHAPS FOR THE ‘CHALK OUTLINE’!! THAT CURB STOMP TO PLANT KHAMSINS SKULL INTO THE UNFORGIVING CANVAS!!! HE GOES IN FOR THE STOMP!! NO!! KHAMSIN SIDESTEPPED HIM, AND FLIES INTO THE CORNER WITH AN UPPERCUT- BUT JASON EVAIDS THE ATTEMPTED STRIKE, BOTH MEN FORECASTING ONE ANOTHER’S MOVEMENTS!! JASON MCKORMICK NOW SLICING KHAMSIN IN HALF WITH A SPEAR!!! A SPEAR, A GODDAMN SPEAR!!! COMING OFF THE ROPES WITH THAT GUILLOTINE TO THE RIBCAGE!! KHAMSIN’S DOWN, THIS IS IT!! JASON FOR THE ‘CHALK OUTLINE’ ONCE MORE, TO SEAL THE FATE OF KHAMSIN!!! ‘CHALLLKKK OUTL’- KHAMSIN POPPING JASON INTO THE AIR AND CATCHING HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS, WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK!!! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! POSITIONING HIM INTO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION, “PYRAAAMIIIIDDDDDD POSEIDDDOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!
Jake Mercer: PYRAMID POSEIDON!!!! HE DROVE HIM INTO THE MAT!!!
Stew-O: JESUS CHRIST IN HEAVEN, HOW??!?! KHAMSIN HEADING IN FOR THE PINFALL, COVERING JASON MCKORMICK!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Jake Mercer: THAT’S IT, THAT’S IT!! KHAMSIN SCORES THE COVER OVER JASON TO GET THE PIN, KHAMSIN AND MITSUBACHI WIN THIS MATCHUP!!
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS!!! MITSUBACHIIIII ANNNDDDD KHAMMMSIIIIINNNNN!!!!!
Stew-O: What a match. An absolute hockey fight, from start, to finish. Congratulations to Khamsin and MITSUBACHI, who, by hook or by crook, on this match tonight. Both men will head into Operation: Doomsday with a victory under their belt. Amazing match to all four of these men, and Dynasty will return with more action soon!
(Dynasty fades to commercial break.)
(Dynasty returns from commercial break, panning to a backstage shot of Sarah Price being interviewed concerning her upcoming bout with Harper Lee at Operation: Doomsday.)
Max A. Million: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the Elite Answers Wrestling Specialists Champion, Sarah Price!
Sarah Price: Thank you, Max!
Max A. Million: Of course, champ! So, Sarah, on August eighth, at Operation: Doomsday, you’ll be pit against Harper Lee in yet another defense of your Specialists Championship. How are you feeling about the upcoming bout? Why is Harper Lee a more significant threat to your reign than any thus far?
Sarah Price: That’s correct, at Operation: Doomsday, Harper Lee and I will do battle for the Specialists Championship. As far as how I’m feeling, I’m spectacular! As I always look to be. After yet another controversial-esq finish against Chris Elite, which, by the way, is becoming a much too common occurrence, I’m excited by the thought of entering the ring and solidifying my title reign as nothing short of dominant, one that welcomes all comers. As for Harper, she’s not more so different or unique in a ‘threat’ regard. Listen, Harper Lee is of a rare breed in this company. A breed of which refuses to engage in meaningless battles of semantics and berating one another for the sake of it. I admire Harper for her work thus far in Elite Answers Wrestling, and I’m thrilled to share the ring with her. Though I can assure you, I’ll enter and leave as I did at Pain For Pride. Enter the champion. Exit the champion. That’s the agenda for Operation: Doomsday, to once again entertain our loving supporters and put on yet another classic for the ages.
Max A. Million: Now, Sarah, you say she isn’t very unique in terms of credibility, or risk to your title reign, can you elaborate on that, please?
Sarah Price: Harper Lee is a skilled athlete, passionate elitist, and workhorse of this company. When it boils right down to it, though, she allows her head to become lost in outside matters, not at all affecting her match. For example, her match with SEBAS only a few weeks ago. One could make the argument Harper was winning up to that point, and from my point of view, Harper had the victory secured, had it not been for her antics towards myself. She looked to send some sort of message to me, which I honestly don’t care too much about, because she should have allowed her body of work to speak for itself. She didn’t and she paid for it. You may escape with mistakes against other competitors, but I’m not other competitors. I’m the champion for a reason and you can’t make mistakes against the champion.
Max A. Million: Sarah, while I have you here, many fans were left to speculate ‘HASS’ becoming a fully functioning unit on Dynasty. Do you have anything to say regarding the possible permanent residence of yourself by the side of Harper Lee?
Sarah Price: As I’ve stated, Harper’s a very good competitor and one day may find tremendous stardom here, on Dynasty, though I could never completely switch the flip on Sierra Bradford. A woman I happen to maintain a colossal amount of love, respect, and admiration for. Sierra and I may not have fallen unto the same brand, but the partnership still remains. So as far as “HASS” is concerned, I don’t know who billed us as that but it wasn’t very funny. It’s not a thing and tonight is as far as that connection will go. She’s my latest opponent for my Specialists Championship and nothing more.
(Both Sarah Price and Max A. Million look to their right, as Harper Lee enter the shot, interrupting the interview.)
Harper Lee: Max, champ! Sarah, while I’d love to glorify your accolades and discuss just why our match at Operation: Doomsday, will indeed be a classic, a different narrative has seemingly been on my mind as of late. I’ve been thinking about the little “advice” you tried to give me a week ago where you tried to paint me as less of the competitor than I am and that really got to me. One would look from the outside-in and think that you have it all together and all figured out, but do you really?
Sarah Price: Harper,while it’s not at all an honorable or respectful gesture to blatantly insert yourself into my interviews, I’ll entertain simply for knowledgeable purposes. I’m not looking to bill you as anything, or pain you as anyone, but Harper Lee. The very woman who has failed to maintain her tunnel vision on the task at hand on so many occasions. That’s not a champion looking down upon her challenger, it’s simply on observation, from one elitist, to another. Harper, of course I’m going to weaponize your flaws, is that not what seasoned and skilled competitors do? See, typically it’s a more difficult task because those at the top offer very little flaws to weaponize. Very little error to utilize. No noticeable mistepps, or misdirections. Careful thought and consideration behind every decision and stratagem. You, however, Harper you can’t seem to focus your lens on the specific shot that stands directly in front of you. Your endeavors become just a blur of frames and you find yourself stuck between them. I’m not sure what exactly it was you sought to achieve but mouthing at me the other week, but whatever it was, it failed. Miserably. You, once again, failed to see the bigger picture, lost your focus, and failed to win your match. Every match is your biggest match because it’s that match which will get you to a bigger match.
Harper Lee: Alright so Ms. Perfect Pants how about your flaws and errors huh? It isn’t lost on me that your two “big” victories over Andre Walker and Chris Elite were nothing more than flukes you directly benefited off of due to outside interference!
Sarah Price: I admire the shot in the dark, but you misfired. I don’t have any control over what other people do in those situations, the only thing I can do is make sure that I don’t fall victim to these situations. This is exactly what I’m trying to get across to you. If it was you in my position do you think you would have been able to focus enough to win? No because your eyes aren’t on the prize. Am I proud that these matches were won in the fashion that they were? No. Do I brag about these wins? No. But ultimately I can’t do anything to change the way it is because I didn’t make it the way it is. You can actually change but you refuse to and that is going to be your undoing next week. But hey, hopefully you finally smarten up and don’t make the same mistakes tonight against Impact and Charlie, see you out there “partner”.
(Harper Lee looks on annoyed as Sarah Price walks away)
( ‘La Guayaba’ by Riccie Oriach hits as SEBAS makes his way out to the ring to a loud ovation from the socially distanced crowd. He raises his fist in the air before quickly making his way to the ring, ready to make a statement.)
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC…WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS…..SEEEBBBAASSSSS!!!!
Stew-O: AMAZING competitor this kid is. There’s a reason he was picked high in the draft as he was, the potential is through the roof, and I for one can say, we might have gotten the steal of the Draft with this guy! And tonight he looks for a statement win over a very tough competitor in Christian Demarco!
(‘Popular Monster’ by Falling In Reverse hits as Christian Demarco makes his way out on the ramp, with nothing but fire in his eyes, a look of pure focus and determination. He stares a hole through SEBAS inside the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT…FROM APPLE VALLEY, MINNESOTA…WEIGHING IN AT 226 POUNDS…CCHHRRIISSSTTIIAANNN DDEEMMMAARRCCCOOO!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Another guy with limitless potential! A win here is essential for him to truly stand out and show that the Loser’s Club Union was only weighing his career down. He is is finally free from that group and Jason McKormick and he can finally focus on himself, and honestly, I think that’s the best decision he’s made! I can’t wait to see him in action tonight one on one!
Jake Mercer: He’s still one ugly muthafucka tho.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And this one is underway! Both men now lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, and Christian manages to get the upper hand has he has SEBAS locked in a side headlock, but SEBAS manages to fight out of it and counters with a back body drop, and then SEBAS transitions into a headlock to a sitting Christian Demarco! SEBAS applies the pressure to the headlock, but Christian manages to get to a knee and throw an elbow to the midsection of SEBAS, and Christian pushes SEBAS off him to the ropes, and SEBAS rebounds off the ropes and Christian drops to the floor as SEBAS hops over the top and runs to the opposite ropes, and Christian now GOES FOR A SPINEBUSTER, but SEBAS managed to reverse it into a arm drag that sends Christian to the other side of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: SEBAS runs at Christian in the corner and drives both knees into the cheat, and then follows that up with a monkey flip that sends Christian flying to the center of the ring! SEBAS is feeling pumped up right now as Christian gets back to his feet, and SEBAS throws a right hand, and then another right hands that stumbles Christian against the ropes! SEBAS goes for the irish whip, but Christian reverses and sends SEBAS into the ropes…BUT CHRISTIAN WAS RIGHT ON HIS TAIL AND RUNS AND DELIVERS A KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION OF SEBAS! And now SEBAS is the one against the ropes and Christian delivers several headbutts that knocks SEBAS back a little bit!
Jake Mercer: Christian now has a chokehold on SEBAS, and the referee tries to intervene here to warn Christian! Christian needs to calm down a little bit as he got a bit overzealous there, but he does and he puts his hands up in defense, before trying to go back on the attack, but SEBAS grabs Christian by the trunks and pulls him backward and Christian goes through the second rope, but he lands on his feet on the outside and he hops back on the apron to get back in the ring. Christian is halfway back inside the ring….SEBAS WITH A SOCCER BALL KICK TO THE FACE OF CHRISTIAN! THAT SOUNDED LIKE A FIRECRACKER JUST WENT OFF! SEBAS brings him back in the ring and goes for the cover!
Flannery McCoy: And SEBAS stands up and waits for Christian to get to his feet! Christian is back up and turns around, and SEBAS lifts Christian in a fireman’s carry on his shoulders–but Christian slips out from behind and pushes SEBAS forward before SEBAS turns around and runs at Christian….AND CHRISTIAN CATCHES SEBAS WITH A SAMOAN DROP!
Stew-O: Christian right away after that hops on top of SEBAS and begins wailing away raining down lefts and rights on SEBAS! Christian trying to wear SEBAS down and soften him up. Christian after a few seconds picks up SEBAS and places him in the corner and then throws a hard elbow shot to the head of SEBAS, Christian then hits another one! Christian then walks to the opposite corner across from SEBAS…AND CHRISTIAN CHARGES AND CONNECTS WITH A SPLASH IN THE CORNER! AND CHRISTIAN FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A BULLDOG IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! THE COVER!
Flannery McCoy: Kickout from SEBAS! Christian now picks up SEBAS and throws his arm over his head, and I think he might be going for a suplex or something here…AND CHRISTIAN HAS HIM UP–But SEBAS falls back and faces Christian’s back and he hops on top of the shoulders of Christian…spinning hurricanrana connects from SEBAS! Nice move there! Christian is back to his feet, and SEBAS sees this as he runs at Christian but Christian counters with a back body drop, but SEBAS managed to hold on to the apron! ENZIGUIRI FROM THE OUTSIDE APRON FROM SEBAS!
Jake Mercer: Christian falls several steps back and falls to a knee, and now SEBAS is waiting now on the edge of the apron for Christian to rise up to his feet! Christian is up and turns around–SEBAS SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE..BUT CHRISTIAN MANAGED TO MOVE BUT SEBAS SAW IT COMING IN MID AIR AND ROLLS THROUGH! SEBAS IS BACK UP AND TURNS AROUND AND RUNS RIGHT INTO A VICIOUS LARIAT THAT TURNS SEBAS INSIDE OUT! WHAT A CLOTHESLINE THAT WAS FROM CHRISTIAN!
Stew-O: Christian now bends down and picks up SEBAS like it’s nothing….AND CHRISTIAN SPINS SEBAS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING SIDE SLAM THAT PLANTS SEBAS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! CHRISTIAN GOES FOR THE COVER AGAIN!
Stew-O: NO! SEBAS again stays alive, and Christian doesn’t like it as he grabs SEBAS by the head and slams him by the back of his head into the ring mat! Christian then picks up SEBAS and has him in a German suplex position…AND CHRISTIAN DEMARCO CONNECTS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT SENDS SEBAS TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING! BUT SEBAS LANDED ON HIS FEET! WHAT ATHLETICISM THERE FORM THE YOUNG STUD! Christian hasn’t realized it yet but he turns around…RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK THAT SENDS CHRISTIAN’S HEAD INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!
Flannery McCoy: AND NOW SEBAS FEELS MOMENTUM BUILDING FOR HIMSELF AS HE RUNS TO THE CORNER OPPOSITE OF CHRISTIAN AS CHRISTIAN SITS IN THE CORNER! SEBAS CHARGES WITH A FULL HEAD OF STEAM AND DRIVES HIS KNEES INTO THE FACE OF CHRISTIAN DEMARCO! SEBAS now drags Christian to the center of the ring to go for the cover–WAIT WHAT?!
Stew-O: CHRISTINA DEMARCO OUT OF LITERALLY NOWHERE WOKE UP AND APPLIED THE KIMURA LOCK ON SEBAS! SEBAS IS TRAPPED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO! SEBAS’ ARM COULD BE SNAPPED WITHIN IN ANY MOMENT!
Jake Mercer: SEBAS is trying to extend his foot out for the ropes but he’s still several feet away and I don’t know if he can drag Christian all the way there, is he gonna live to fight another day here?! HOLY SHIT! SEBAS USING EVERY MUSCLE IN HIS BODY AND HE STANDS AND PICKS UP CHRISTIAN WHO STILL IS HOLDING ONTO SEBAS’ ARM…AND HE SLAM SEBAS DOWN TO THE MAT! WHAT INCREDIBLE STRENGTH! That might have took everything out of SEBAS as both men are down now in the center of the ring! Who’s gonna get to their feet first here?!
Stew-O: SEBAS Is up a tad bit quicker before Christian as he holds his arm in some pain after being locked in the Kimura, and SEBAS charges and goes for a clothesline…but Christian ducked it and has SEBAS by the waist once more….GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS THIS TIME ON SEBAS! CHRISTIAN PICKS UP SEBAS WITH URGENCY AND….A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX THAT SENDS SEBAS ACROSS THE RING! SEBAS is beginning to stir to his feet here, and AND CHRISTIAN I THINK CHARGES AND LOOKS FOR WHAT I THINK IS SPEAR…BUT SEBAS LEAPFROGS AND CHRISTIAN GOES FACE FIRST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE…AND SEBAS ROLLS UP CHRISTIAN FROM BEHIND!
Flannery McCoy: CHRISTIAN ESCAPES THE PIN! AND BOTH MEN RACE TO THEIR FEET HERE. AND SEBAS RUNS AND GOES FOR A RUNNING HURRICANRANA….BUT CHRISTIAN DOESN’T LET IT HAPPEN AS HE HOLDS SEBAS! SEBAS IS DANGLING FROM CHRISTIAN’S HEAD! AND CHRISTIAN PULLS SEBAS BACK UP TO A POWERBOMB POSITION! SEBAS IS IN DEEP TROUBLE HERE! CHRISTIAN DEMARCO CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! CHRISTIAN NOW WITH THE COVER!!
Stew-O: SEBAS STAYS ALIVE! Christian now looks around on what to do to put SEBAS away, and Christian looks down at SEBAS before charging towards the ropes…AND CHRISTIAN SPRINGBOARDS AND GOES FOR HIS “PANIC ATTACK”!!!!! THE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!! BUT SEBAS GOT THE KNEES UP TO SAVE HIMSELF!
Jake Mercer: SEBAS BEGINS TO STIR UP TO HIS FEET, AND HE SEES CHRISTIAN MAKING HIS WAY UP TO HIS FEET HOLDING HIS MIDSECTION IN PAIN, AND SEBAS CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF CHRISTIAN’S HEAD! SEBAS RUNS TO THE ROPES AND LEAPS ON CHRISTIAN’S SHOULDERS BACK FIRST….I THINK HE’S GONNA GO FOR IT! SEBAS CONNECTS WITH THE REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER BEAUTIFULLY! SEBAS CRAWLS OVER TO MAKE THE COVER! WILL THIS BE ENOUGH?!
Stew-O: NO! CHRISTIAN STAYS IN THE MATCHUP! SEBAS now looks up and begins climbing up the top rope, but Christian is back up and runs up the turnbuckle and meets SEBAS at the top! OH MAN THIS IS DANGEROUS FOR BOTH MEN AT THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE THERE! BOTH MEN ARE EXCHANGING BLOWS TRYING TO GET THE ADVANTAGE OVER THE OTHER, BUT NEITHER ONE SEEM TO!
Flannery McCoy: AND I THINK CHRISTIAN HAS GOTTEN IT! CHRISTIAN IS USING HIS HEAD AS A BATTERING RAM RIGHT NOW AND SEBAS LOOKS OUT OF IT! Christian is going for a superplex, but SEBAS still has enough strength to try fighting out of it! SEBAS with a punch to the midsection and then another one to the rib cage, and Christian lets go of the grip! SEBAS WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK…AND CHRISTIAN IS TEETERING NOW ON THAT TOP ROPE! BUT CHRISTINA CONNECTS WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT THAT STUNS SEBAS! CHRISTIAN ONCE AGAIN GOES FOR THE SUPERPLEX! AND CHRISTIAN CONNECTS WITH IT! WHAT ELEVATION THERE CHRISTINA GOT!! AND NOW CHRISTIAN WITH THE PIN AS HE HOOKS THE LEG!
Flannery McCoy: SEBAS STILL STAYS IN IT SOMEHOW! Christian Demarco now is wasting zero time as he knows he has to get back on the offense, AND CHRISTIAN PLACES SEBAS BETWEEN HIS LEGS….CHRISTIAN IS GOING FOR “THE ENLIGHTENMENT!” IF CHRISTIAN CONNECTS WITH THIS…IT’S LIGHTS OUT FOR SEBAS!
Stew-O: BACK BODY DROP FROM SEBAS! CHRISTIAN DEMARCO IS BACK UP HOLDING HIS BACK IN PAIN AND HE RUNS AT SEBAS..BUT SEBAS REVERSES AND CONNECTS WITH A HURRICANRANA AND SEBAS GRABS CHRISTIAN’S LEG AND FOLLOWS IT WITH THE PIN COMBO!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(‘La Guayaba’ hits as SEBAS quickly rolls out of the ring as Christian is asking the referee is that was really a three count. SEBAS celebrates up the ramp with a smile on his face.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….SSEEEBBBBAASSSSS!!!!!
Stew-O: WOW! SEBAS catches Christian in a pinfall outta nowhere, and he sneaks away with the victory in a hard fought battle! Christian Demarco is pretty livid right now that he lost that way, he sits in the ring disappointed but he knows this loss is another building block for him and his story in the Land Of Elite!
Flannery McCoy: Great fight between these two, but tonight it’s SEBAS who comes out on top, congratulations to SEBAS!
(Camera fades into StarrStans office as he’s talking to Dray Fontana, it seems like StarrStan is giving Dray somewhat a piece of his mind as Dray has his eyes directed to the floor)
StarrStan: The reason we had you in separate rooms was so that something like that wouldn’t happen Dray. I know around here tensions run high but you have to learn how to control your emo-
(Before StarrStan can finish his sentence an irate Charlie Marr barges into the room)
Charlie: StarrStan just the “man” I wanted to see. I don’t think you realize what you have in front of you. I am the greatest EAW Champion of all time, a household name, an icon.. You do realize that right?
(StarrStan gives a slight nod)
StarrStan: We are happy to have you on Dynasty.
Charlie: Apparently not. See because the words you speak right now do not align with the actions of the show. I have been treated horribly sine arriving on Dynasty. I was a Voltage God, nobody could touch me, and it’s wouldn’t be any different here given the chance, but am I given the chance? No, and why is that Starr? Putting a Hall of Fame caliber talent in tag matches against bench players? You’re giving them the wrong idea. They’re going to start to think they can talk like starters when they can’t even hold my jockstrap.
StarrStan: I’m sorry you feel that way..
(Charlie puts his hand up in StarrStans face)
Charlie: Hold up, I’m not even close to being finished yet. What the fuck was with the shit with Impact in the casket? Allowing Impact to sneak himself into the casket that I ordered? I was giving a respectable eulogy for the ungrateful cryptkeeper, and what do I get in return? A lead pipe to the back of the skull, that’s assault brother. Not to mention after the assault you go ahead and put me in a tag team match with that piece of shit. Where’s my thanks for the contributions that I have given to EAW? See Starr, I don’t think you really want me here, if you did I wouldn’t be getting attacked randomly, or being left off of huge shows. Speaking of which you bald headed freak; let’s talk about Operation Doomsday! Where’s the main event at? Where’s Charlie Marr? I see a lot of marginal talent getting on, but the one and only person to actually get people to give a fuck last season about Voltage is mysteriously left off. Quite frankly, I’ve given you time to prove yourself to me Starr and you haven’t been able to get the job done; so at this time I’m going to do what I have to do.
StarrStan: First off, “bald headed freak”.. You’re bald too, but I’ll let that one slide. Second, what exactly do you have to do?
Charlie: I am demanding to talk to Veena, because I know she’s the only one with a brain around here. She’s the only one that appreciates Charlie Marr for who he is, and what he’s done for this company. She’ll make it right, she’ll put this show back on track with me as the focal point, as it should be. The Michael Jordan of EAW does not sit on the sidelines. You, my High School coach, will not cut me due to your own negligence. I will not allow you to fail ME, and that is exactly what will continue to happen if Veena doesn’t intervene this moment. I deserve to be the World Champion. As a matter of fact make it happen; put me in the World Championship match right now, it’s the least you could do.
(StarrStan puts his hands up)
StarrStan: Whoa whoa whoa, calm down Charles. Unfortunately I can’t do that; honestly there’s nothing I can do about anything you’re saying.
(Charlie shakes his head in confusion)
Charlie: What do you mean? You’re GM for christ sakes.
StarrStan: You have to burn your own path Charlie. Dynasty isn’t about being handed opportunities, or Championships. It’s about earning it, and actually achieving something under your own merit. I don’t know how the piss brand runs it’s shows, but by the way you’re behaving right now I assume not well. You dont have free range to do whatever the hell you want, that’s not how it works. You want to be a star? You want to be the focal point? Try acting like it for a change. Actually show the things that you talk about on a daily basis.
Charlie: How can I show it when you put me with lower level talent? You put me at a disadvantage right from the beginning. You know what this is? I’m sure I must have fucked your wife or something, and you drafting me here was nothing more than your vengeance against me. What’s wrong Starr? Upset your wife wants a real man? Can’t keep up? It’s quite pathetic really; having to take out your frustrations on someone who could get you all the money in the world. All for some pussy..
StarrStan: I have no idea what —
(All of a sudden Dray hops back into conversation. Charlie and Starr jump a little bit because they forgot that he was even there)
Dray: Hold on you son of a bitch, you’re talking about me!
Dray: You said you get put with marginal talent, and people that are below you.. I teamed with you; what you think you’re better than me?
(Charlie strokes his beard a bit, and tilts his head)
Charlie: Dray, Dray, Dray… Of course not. Not you; never you. You’ve got it all wrong kiddo; you are but an exception. That is… You could be if you play your cards right. You’re new here, you show potential, but you haven’t put it all together. Last week? You should have wiped the floor with that living playdough model of Impact; but you didn’t; and do you know why?
(Dray lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes before giving in)
Charlie: Because you haven’t had the right person to come and teach you the ropes. EAW is a hard game to play; everyone is out to get you, to stab you in the back. I should know my own partner Daryl Kinkade decided to do it over a measly midcard title..
Dray: Didn’t you betray him?
Charlie: Semantics, not important, I don’t live in the past. What is important is you, and your future. See I see a lot of myself in you Dray. We both have that edge to us, we both strive for greatness, and most importantly, we’re both from the UK. But you Dray, you just need that extra push from someone who knows how to play the game, to bring that extra side of you that you need in order to be the dominant force that I know you can be. That edge that will put you over the top, and make you succeed more than anyone else thought you could. But that you knew you could. Do you know what I mean? Be my understudy, and I will raise your status so high, you’d swear it was all a dream. It’s not often that I extend the olive branch to someone… So choose wisely.
(Dray seems to think about it, before extending out his hand. Charlies gaze lights up as he starts reaching for Drays hand; Dray pulls it back)
Dray: Piss off. I know your history with tag teams, you’re a miserable cunt that only thinks for himself.You’re not going to use me to get what you want; I know better than that.
(Dray walks out of the room leaving Charlie seething. His face beat red, and shaking. His cold blue eyes are fixated on the door that Dray just left. Camera fades to black)
(‘Martyr (Waves)’ by Polaris hits as Jalyn Garcia comes out to a loud ovation from the crowd. He takes a deep breath before walking to the ring.)
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA….WEIGHING IN AT 150 POUNDS…..JAAAALLYYYNNN GGAARRCCCCIIIAAAAAA!!!!
Stew-O: And here comes Jalyn Garcia, former New Breed Championm and future star on the red brand. It’s not about size, and that’s what Jalyn’s been proving his entire run since signing his EAW contract.
Flannery McCoy: You think he’s got Mason’s challenge form earlier tonight in the back of his head?
(‘GATTI’ by JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke.hits as Andre Walker makes his way to the ring with a mixed reaction, mostly boos. He brushes off the boos as he makes his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT…FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK., WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS…..AANNNDDDRRREEEEE WWAAALLKKKEERRRRR!!!!
Flannery McCoy: You talk about future stars, this guys has gotta be at the top of everybody’s list. Tonight, he goes one on one with Jalyn Garcia in a rematch from Fighting Spirit! You know he’s hungry for redemption here tonight and send a message to lethal Consequences!
Jake Mercer: A match between two hippies who let Dynasty down. Yippee. Andre who failed to bring the title at Fighting Spirit. and Jalyn who failed to bring the title to Dynasty when he lost at Pain for Pride.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Flannery McCoy: And both men hold their hand up, and Andre with a kick to the midsection out of nowhere, a right hand from Andrea and that drives Jalyn back into the corner, and Andrea connects with a shoulder thrust in the corner! Andrea now irish whips Jalyn across the ring to the opposite corner as hard as he can, but Jalyn leapfrogs above the corner as Andre runs underneath, and Jalyn drives both of his knees into Andre’s back!
Stew-O: Jalyn follows up with a running dropkick, and then a standing dropkick! Andre is back up and swings at Jalyn, but Jalyn ducks and runs to the ropes, hurricanrana from Jalyn Garcia! Andre is stunned at the moment as Jalyn runs at Andrea who’s balancing himself on the ropes…but Andre counters with a back body drop over the top rope, but he held on to the rope! Andre turns around and runs into an enziguiri from the apron from Jalyn!
Jake Mercer: Jalyn measures Andre and springboards off the top rope…BUT ANDRE DRIVES AN ELBOW TO JALYN’S HEAD CAUSING HIM TO LOSE HIS BALANCE ON THE ROPES AND LAND ON HIS GROIN! Andre walks over to Jalyn and lifts him on his shoulders and carries him to the center of the ring, FLOAT OVER NECKBREAKER FROM ANDRE! ANDRE COVERS!
Stew-O: NO! Jalyn pops the shoulder up and Andre gets up and begins stomping the life out of Jalyn Garcia! Andre pops up Andre from the mat, but Jalyn slaps the hands away and begins throwing several kicks to the lower body of Andre, and backhanded elbow to Andre!
Flannery McCoy: JALYN GARCIA RUNS TO THE ROPES….OH MY GOD….SUPERKICK FROM OUTTA NOWHERE FROM ANDRE! AND ANDRE WALKER WITH A SMALL PACKAGE PIN ON JALYN GARCIA!!
Stew-O: THREE! HE GOT HIM!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(‘GATTI’ hits as Andre Walker slides out of the ring, just as surprised as we are. Jalyn is inside the ring, dazed but still shocke that was a three count.
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..AANNNDDDRREEEEE WAAALLLKKKEEERRRRR!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: WOW!!!! Just like that, out of nowhere Andre Walker picks up a HUGE victory! What a win for him on the road to Midsummer Massacre!
(Andre celebrated up the ramp before his music fades and the scene switches back to jalyn just sitting in the center of the ring disappointed in himself shaking his head.)
(Michael Belfort walks into the ring behind Jalyn.)
Michael Belfort: Excuse me Jalyn, I know you must be disappointed from that loss, but can we have a few words with you?
(Jalyn is in no mood by the look on his face.)
Michael Belfort: We just wanted to know if you got Mason Massacre’s message earlier? Challenging you to a match at Operation: Doomsday. He said if you have any guts, you’ll accept.
Jalyn Garcia: First off, congrats to Andre. I didn’t come in prepared as I should have. And second, Mason is all braun, no brain. I’ve dealt with people his size trying to walk all over me my entire life, this is going to be no different. I came to Dynasty to make an impact and that’s exactly what I am going to do while humbling Mason at the same time when this “little guy” beat him. I’m ready for anything. So at Operation: Doomsday….
Stew-O: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
(Mason Massacre from behind ambushes Jalyn Garcia from behind! Mason Massacre is shaking his head no while effortlessly picking up Jalyn and connecting with a urinagi slam!
Mason Massacre(no mic): BIG MISTAKE LITTLE MAN!
(Mason then lifts up Jalyn with ease once more, and hE hooks Jalyn by one arm..”THE O.G:”! Mason got serious elevation on that slam. Mason then picks up the mic that Michael dropped.)
Mason Massacre: That was too easy. You could even last 5 minutes with that pipsqueak Andre, you’re out of your damn mind if you think you can hang in the same ring with a competitor like me! Operation: Doomsday is just be just that…your own Doomsday!
(Mason slams the mic on Jalyn’s chest as he exits the ring with a smile on his face. Jalyn begins stirring inside the ring as the scene fades.)
(Sarah Price stars in a commercial promoting the XBox Series X as it is interrupted by Mr. DEDEDE who convinces the home audience that the shape of the console is strikingly similar to the Saturn Cubes worshipped by the illuminati and buying the game is selling your soul)
(“Dark Horses” by Switchfoot plays as a red and blue spotlight appears on the stage. The crowd gives a mixed reaction of boos and cheers as Raven Roberts and Rex McAllister appear from beyond the curtain with their tag titles wrapped around their waists and the EAW World Championship resting on Rex’s shoulder. Raven steps into the red spotlight as Rex steps into the blue. The two then make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring as the spotlights stay on the champions.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions!! RAVEN ROBERTS AND REX MCALLISTER!! FIRE & ICE!!
(Fire & Ice step into the ring. Rex walks over to the ring ropes and extends his hand out as he is handed 2 microphones from the timekeeper. Rex then hands Raven her microphone, as he brings his mic up to his lips.)
Rex McAllister: As a champion in this company it’s easy to find yourself becoming satisfied with the accolades and accomplishments that you have added to your name. Before you even step into the ring for the first time in your career, you have goals that you wish to achieve. Most people want to be a world champion or to be the top star in a division and the second that they reach that feat, they settle in as they finally reached the top. The motivation to be great diminishes as a new up and coming star or stars come into the picture with all of the motivation in the world to tear down the empire that was built by the reigning champion or champions. In the eyes of some, that may be seen as the case when my wife, Raven Roberts, and I go on to defend our Tag Team Championships against The Grand Athletes. It’s easy to believe it too. Not only are Raven and I separated and competing on different brands this season, but we also have other battles to fight. I’ll be defending my world title against Myles while Raven has her match against Xavier Williams tomorrow night at Midsummer Massacre. With everything going on with us as individuals, and as busy as we are on our own brands, the idea that The Grand Athletes brought up about our time expiring as tag team champions becomes more real to all of you viewers in attendance and at home.. But no matter how convincing The Grand Athletes may be, just understand that neither Raven or I have forgotten about these Tag Team Championships and that we will defend these belts against whoever steps in our path regardless if we’re on the same brand or not this season. Unlike most champions, we don’t become satisfied. There is no ceiling that is placed upon us. No top layer that caps us off.. And if there is, then we’re shattering right through it reaching limits that have never been seen before. When we won these belts, I wasn’t satisfied. I wasn’t done. I wasn’t done when I won the Grand Rampage. I wasn’t done when I won the World title from Andrea Valentine at Pain for Pride.. And I’m not done now. There is still so much more for me to do and having Raven by my side as not only my wife but my tag team partner only increases my chances of achieving more because just like me, she wants more..
Raven Roberts: That’s right Rex. Although I failed to reclaim the Universal Women’s Championship, I haven’t given up or lost motivation. I’m the reigning Tag Team Champion and I still want to achieve so much more. When Rex and I became late additions to the 2018 Grand Prix, I saw in him what I see in myself.. And that’s an individual that wants to become greater no matter what position they’re in. There’s no slowing down.. No turning back.. No second guessing between either of us.. We may be doing our own thing now on Showdown and Voltage, but when we’re in the ring together and representing these Unified Tag Team Championships, we have goals as a team that we intend on reaching as well. So the expiration date for this Unified Tag Team Championship reign is nowhere to be found. Non-existent in all honesty, because there is so much more that me and my husband intend on doing together as the champions. As motivated as the Grand Athletes are to finally win these belts, we’re even more motivated to keep them down and show the world why we truly are the greatest tag team in all of Elite Answers Wrestling.. So no, these belts will not be finding a new home.. Rex’s World title will be safe.. And lastly, our marriage will no longer be questioned again, Mark. The bond that you have with Limmy Monaghan is nothing compared to what I have with Rex inside the ring and out of it.. But seeing how we’re only putting our in-ring abilities up against each other, I’d recommend you keep your trash talk about what happens in the ring, as opposed to OUR personal life unless you want to beaten to the point where you are left out of the ring for good. That goes to every tag team in this company. It doesn’t matter if you’re the Mile-High Club, The Loser’s Union, or The Medical Maniacs, because Rex and I are driven with the ambition of being greater than we already are. Whatever you say or do will fire back and bite you in the ass the second that we get our hands on you. Take the Grand Athletes and use them as an example. That team has so much motivation that they truly believe that this second time is going to be the charm, but in reality Operation: Doomsday will serve as nothing more than their hopes and dreams being buried once and for all..
(“Princes of the Universe” by Queen hits as the crowd gives a mixture of boos and cheers for the Grand Athletes. Limmy Monaghan and Mark Macias then step out onto the stage with microphones in their hands and pose for a brief second. Mark points out to the crowd as Limmy kisses his wrist. The two then make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring as we see Raven Roberts with an annoyed look on her face. Rex also looks at The Grand Athletes with a disturbed facial expression. After a moment, the Grand Athletes slide into the ring.)
Mark Macias: Rex, control your wife. She’s becoming more of a headache than-
Limmy Monaghan: Mark, chill. Let’s not make this personal like that. It’s not necessary.
Mark Macias: Fine.. But I will say that I don’t care about the aspirations that you two have as a team because The Grand Athletes are going to eliminate any chances of you reaching them. I’m looking at both of you right now. I see those precious tag team belts wrapped around your waists and it only reminds me that in just a week, they’ll be in our possession. For the longest time, Limmy and I have dreamed about being the Unified Tag Team Champions. Unlike you two, we portray ourselves as an actual team that focuses mainly on improving our tag team ability. We are by far the best team in all of EAW and the only thing that is preventing the rest of the world from acknowledging that is the fact that those belts aren’t around our waists. We’re changing that at Operation: Doomsday and putting all of this hype around Fire & Ice to rest..
Rex McAllister: To rest? Why would I go to rest when my life has already become greater than my dreams? I’m just living it and won’t sleep knowing that I’m achieving more than my dreams could ever imagine. I wouldn’t mind knocking you out and putting you to rest though, because your dreams will only remain dreams that never see reality anyways.. So yeah, my wife is more of a headache than what?
(Rex McAllister steps up to Mark Macias before Limmy Monaghan gets in between both Elitists)
Limmy Monaghan: Woah, woah, woah.. Slow it down here. We could easily have our match at Operation: Doomsday happen prematurely right here and right now, but what would be the point? The titles wouldn’t be on the line and we’d just be fighting for no reason whatsoever when the main prize that we ALL want are those two belts right there.. How about this.. Instead of trying to put my partner to sleep, why don’t you sit your butts down and pay attention to what I’m about to do to your best buddy James Ranger in a few minutes. You two go way back. Way way wayyyy back. Way back to before Elite Answers Wrestling itself. A friendship like that is definitely something special, so if you do end up watching my match against James but don’t take it for what it is, then at least you’ll have him there to tell you how much of a big deal only one half of The Grand Athletes is.
Rex McAllister: Do you actually think that I am worried? I’m confident in James Ranger. He should have no problem handling my light work this week. But don’t worry, we’ll find ourselves a seat by Stew-O and Flannery McCoy. We’ll watch your match.. Just don’t hurt yourself out there..
(“6:24” by Danger hits as James Ranger steps out onto the stage with shades on. The crowd boos heavily as Ranger continues to step forward until he stops right at the top of the entrance ramp. He takes his shades off as a smirk appears on his face. Ranger quickly squats down, then pops back up before making his way towards the ring.)
Stew-O: Speak of the devil! Here he is!! It’s James Ranger as up next, he’ll be taking on Limmy Monaghan of The Grand Athletes!
(We see Raven Roberts and Rex McAllister looking at one another then back at The Grand Athletes with a smile on their faces. However, The Grand Athletes are paying no attention to the champions as they are turned around and focusing on The Black Mamba himself as he makes his way towards the ring. The screen then fades to black)
(The screen fades in from black as we see Limmy Monaghan and Mark Macias standing in the corner of the ring. Mark Macias is hyping Limmy Monaghan up while James Ranger is seen jumping in the corner to get a good blood flow going before the match. The camera then pans over to the commentator’s table where we see Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, Jake Mercer, Rex McAllister, and Raven Roberts.)
Stew-O: Welcome back to Friday night Dynasty! I’m Stew-O! With me is Flannery McCoy and Jake Mercer as we’re accompanied tonight by The Unified Tag Team Champions!!
(The camera pans over to Jake Mercer as he is seen taking a picture down his pants)
Flannery McCoy: JAKE! :damn: What the hell are you doing!?!?!
Jake Mercer: I received a text from Persephone and she asked for a picture of the sexy rascal doing commentary with me today..
Flannery McCoy: I think she meant Rex..
Raven Roberts: She definitely did. Here, send this to her..
(Raven Roberts kisses Rex on the cheek and holds her position.)
Jake Mercer: Yeah, but she’s not trying to see that..
Flannery McCoy: But you think she wants to see that shriveled up noodle of yours? She said sexy rascal. Not Little Rascal.
(The camera then switches over to the ring where we see Stephie Love standing in the center of the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: Introducing first.. From London, England.. Weighing in at 243lbs.. “The Black Mamba!!” JAMES RANGER!!!
Stew-O: So you and James Ranger have gone way back isn’t that right, Rex?
Rex McAllister: Oh yea. Ranger is one of the best friends that I could ever ask for. Having him be one of the people to induct me into the Hall of Fame was something that he rightfully deserved along with my wife, Raven. James should have no problems here tonight and I’m actually excited to see how he does against Limmy Monaghan.
Stephie Love: And his opponent.. Being accompanied by Mark Macias.. From Glasgow, Scotland.. Weighing in at 181lbs.. He is one half of The Grand Athletes!!! “The Scottish X!!” LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!
Raven Roberts: I’m getting sick of hearing these two talk about how the future of Tag Team Wrestling will become the present at Operation: Doomsday.. These titles aren’t leaving our side and hopefully James makes Limmy realize that tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Well there’s the bell! This match has started as Mark Macias is seen giving Limmy Monaghan a pep talk before exiting the ring through the ropes..
Jake Mercer: BUT LOOK! IT’S JAMES RANGER CHARGING IN AT LIMMY MONAGHAN WITH A CORKSCREW TACKLE THAT TAKES DOWN THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER!!! What an athletic move by James Ranger!!
Rex McAllister: I told you. James is not one to be taken lightly.
Flannery McCoy: James Ranger quickly gets up to his feet as he walks over to the side of the ring and stares down at Mark Macias. The Black Mamba then turns his attention over to Limmy Monaghan who is clutching at his abdominal in pain. James now reaches down and grabs Limmy by the hair before bringing him up to his feet. James now whips Limmy across the ring as Limmy Monaghan goes crashing back first up against the turnbuckles!! AND JAMES RANGER IMMEDIATELY CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING LARIAT INTO LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!
Stew-O: Limmy stays leaned up against those corner turnbuckles as James Ranger begins to step up onto the middle ropes. He stands high above Limmy Monaghan and begins to rain down hard right handed punches to the top of the skull!! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Shots from James Ranger and he isn’t stopping! The referee now tries to separate the two by counting!
Referee: One.. Two.. Three.. Four..
Jake Mercer: And James Ranger stops the right hand punches. He leaps off of the middle rope and takes a step back with both hands raised in the air to prevent the referee from accidentally disqualifying him for not beating the count. Limmy Monaghan slowly takes a step out of the corner, but it’s James Ranger who fires away with a powerful right jab that sends Limmy Monaghan back into the corner!!
Flannery McCoy: Ranger quickly connects with a cross chop across the chest of Monaghan as the sound created echoes throughout the arena. Ranger now reaches down and grabs at Monaghan’s arm as he whips him across the ring and into the opposite corner turnbuckles! Monaghan crashes back first in the corner! Ranger now charges in at Monaghan once more!!! BUT LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING GUT KICK THAT LANDS HIS BOOT RIGHT IN THE ADBOMEN OF JAMES RANGER!!! James Ranger bends over in pain and clutches at his stomach. Meanwhile, Limmy Monaghan begins to climb up to the top rope. He sets himself up as he faces the social distanced crowd in the performance center!! He leaps.. AND LIMMY MONAGHAN GOES FOR A DIVING MOONSAULT ONTO JAMES RANGER!!!
Stew-O: NO!!! James Ranger sees Limmy Monaghan and manages to move closer to the corner turnbuckle so that Limmy flips and lands right behind him!! Limmy lands on his feet.. BUT QUICKLY CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF JAMES RANGER THAT SENDS THE BLACK MAMBA CHEST FIRST AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES!! The force of Ranger’s body hitting the turnbuckles makes him bounce backwards towards Limmy Monaghan! Monaghan takes advantage of this as he wraps his arms around the body of James!! AND LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT SENDS RANGER STRAIGHT TO THE CANVAS!!
Flannery McCoy: And look at this! Limmy is looking right this way as it seems like he’s trying to send a message to you to!
Rex McAllister: Not bad..
Raven Roberts: But we could do better..
Jake Mercer: Limmy Monaghan gets up to his feet as James Ranger slowly follows right after. Limmy grabs at Rangers wrist and Irish whips him towards the ropes! Ranger hits the ropes. He bounces back, AND IT’S LIMMY MONAGHAN WITH A LARIAT!!!
Stew-O: NO!! Ranger side steps the lariat!! AND THEN FOLLOWS UP WITH A HIGH KICK TO THE SIDE OF LIMMY MONAGHAN’S HEAD!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! Limmy Monaghan ducks underneath the kick as Ranger spins all the way around! Limmy gets off to the side of Ranger and wraps his arms around him! The Scottish X may be thinking German Suplex again.. AND HE IS!! LIMMY MONAGHAN WITH A GER-
Jake Mercer: NO!! James Ranger is defending against the suplex with back elbows to the face and jaw of Limmy Monaghan!! With each elbow shot, Limmy’s grip around Ranger’s waist is loosened. Limmy is trying to hang on, but James connects with a back elbow that catches Limmy Monaghan right at the nose!! Limmy releases James Ranger and begins to clutch at his face! James Ranger turns around and faces Limmy.. SITOUT JAWBREAKER BY JAMES RANGER HAS LIMMY MONAGHAN STUNNED!! Limmy stands groggily in the center of the ring as James Ranger turns around and runs to the far ropes! Ranger bounces back.. AND JAMES RANGER CATCHES LIMMY MONAGHAN RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE WITH A JUMPING SPINNING SOLE KICK!! Monaghan drops down to the canvas as Ranger goes for the pin!!
Rex McAllister: This might be it!
Flannery McCoy: And there’s the kickout by Limmy Monaghan! Mark Macias is cheering on Limmy Monaghan right now from ringside, but Ranger pays not attention to it as he goes right back on the attack! Ranger is down on one knee and connects with a strong right hand to the face of Limmy Monaghan! Another! And Another!! James now gets up to his feet as he grabs Limmy by the hair and brings him up to his feet as well! James Ranger now with a kick to the abdomen! He pulls Limmy Monaghan in.. SNAP SUPLEX BY JAMES RANGER!!
Jake Mercer: James Ranger again gets back up to his feet as Limmy slowly follows right after! Ranger once again kicks Limmy in the abdomen as Monaghan bends over in pain! Ranger grabs Monaghan by the hair and now begins to drive knee shots right into his face!! RIGHT KNEE!! LEFT KNEE!! AND AGAIN BACK TO THE RIGHT! That’s the Sunrise Triple! Sounds like a breakfast menu item and Limmy Monaghan is eating each one of those knee strikes!!
Stew-O: Limmy Monaghan pops up from that final knee strike as he again stands groggily in the ring. James Ranger now grabs a hold of Limmy Monaghan and lifts him in the air! It looks like Ranger is going for his signature maneuver!! NORTHERN LIGHTS BOMB!! SUNSET FINISH BY JAMES RANGER!!!! NO!!! LIMMY MONAGHAN MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET AS HE PUSHED HIMSELF OFF OF JAMES RANGER FOR EXTRA ELEVATION JUST AS RANGER WAS GOING TO SLAM HIM RIGHT DOWN!!!! Limmy Monaghan looks over his shoulder and sees James Ranger.. PELE KICK BY LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS!!
Flannery McCoy: Ranger takes an absolute shot to the face as he stumbles on his feet! Monaghan quickly rises up and sprints to the ring ropes! He bounces back and is charging towards James Ranger at full speed! Limmy leaps into the air.. FRONT FLIP NECKBREAKER ONTO JAMES RANGER IT CONNECTS!!!! James Ranger is down on the canvas and clutching at the back of his neck!! Limmy Monaghan quickly gets back up to his feet and stands right beside James Ranger!! STANDING MOONSAULT BY LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS AND HE GOES FOR THE PIN!!!
Stew-O: And there’s another kickout by the Black Mamba!! Limmy Monaghan snaps his fingers hard as he thought he had this one sealed. Monaghan gets up to his feet and stomps down onto the abdomen of James Ranger. He then walks over to the corner and looks down at his opponent who is slowly rolling onto his stomach. Monaghan is setting up as Ranger gets up onto his hands and knees!! Ranger then props himself into an upright position on his knees!! Limmy now charges towards Ranger!!! URAVITY!!!! RUNNING METEORA TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!!!
Jake Mercer: NO!!! JAMES RANGER DUCKS HIS HEAD AS LIMMY MONAGHAN GOES FLYING RIGHT OVER HIM AND LANDS ON HIS KNEES IN FRONT OF JAMES RANGER!! Ranger slowly gets up to his feet as Limmy Monaghan pops back up to his!! Ranger steps over towards Limmy.. BUT IT’S MONAGHAN WHO CONNECTS WITH THE ARMOR BREAKER!!! SUPERKICK TO THE FACE BY LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!! James Ranger is clocked in the face as he falls back against the ring ropes! Ranger bounces back as Limmy takes a step towards him… BUT IT’S JAMES RANGER THAT CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK OF HIS OWN!!! HE CALLS THIS ONE THE DEATHSTRIKE AND BOTH MEN FALL STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!!!
Rex McAllister: That was all instinct right there! I wouldn’t expect anything less from James!
Stew-O: Both of these men are down in the center of the ring and have fallen to the same move!! Monaghan looks up towards the side ropes as he begins to crawl his way towards them!! Meanwhile, James Ranger is seen getting up onto his hands and knees. This is going to be a race to see who can get up to their feet first, as Monaghan has just grabbed a hold of the side ropes as Ranger is now up on one knee!! Monaghan now up to his knees as he just needs to pull on the top rope to help assist himself up to his feet! Ranger lifts his head up and sees Monaghan before standing up to his feet!! Monaghan now up to his feet as well!!! AND JAMES RANGER CHARGES IN AT LIMMY MONAGHAN WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!!!! Limmy Monaghan pulls down on the top ropes as James Ranger goes flying over and lands down onto the ringside floor!! Limmy repositions himself as he faces Ranger on the outside!! Mark Macias is seen rooting Limmy on! It looks like he wants Limmy to go for something big right here!! Limmy nods as James Ranger slowly manages to make it up to his feet!! Limmy grabs the top rope and springs himself into the air!! He bounces off of the top rope to get even more elevation!!! AND LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS WITH THE HIGH GROUND!!! SPRINGBOARD STUNNER TO THE OUTSIDE CONNECTS AS BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AT RINGSIDE!!! RANGER IS CLUTCHING AT THE BACK OF HIS NECK!!!
Stew-O: Hitting that stunner from that high of an elevation could have broken James Ranger’s neck!!
Jake Mercer: I’m sure Raven is used to that problem :mjgrin:
Rex McAllister: I don’t have a little rascal like you do, so it’s possible.
Jake Mercer: :mjcry:
Referee: One.. Two.. Three.. Four…
Stew-O: Limmy Monaghan is slowly making his way up to his feet. He definitely had a rough landing moments ago, and we can see the effects of that just by the way he is clutching at his lower back!
Referee: Five.. Six.. Seven..
Flannery McCoy: And now Limmy Monaghan slides into the ring!! James Ranger is slowly up to his hands and knees! I don’t even know if he realizes where he’s at right now!
Referee; Eight.. Nine..
Jake Mercer: He’s going to get counted out!!!
Stew-O: No he’s not! Look!! Ranger is shaking his head, trying to get the cobwebs out, as he realizes what’s going on and instantly springs up and slides right into the ring before the ten count!!!!
Rex McAllister: All instinct. That’s it James!!
Raven Roberts: There we go James! Show them how it’s done!!
Jake Mercer: Limmy Monaghan now walks over to James Ranger who is down onto his hands and knees. Limmy reaches down to grab James, but James shoves him back from his knees! Limmy steps up again, but this time he is met with a right hand by Ranger!! Now a left! And another right! And a left! Limmy is clutching at his abdomen as Ranger rises up to his feet!! Ranger now grabs a hold of Limmy Monaghan’s head and walks him over to the corner.. AND RANGER BASHES LIMMY’S HEAD RIGHT AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! Ranger now pushes Limmy back then steps in between the Scottish X and the corner! Ranger grabs the top ropes.. AND LEAPS IN THE AIR TO CONNECT WITH A MULE KICK TO THE FACE OF LIMMY MONAGHAN!!! Limmy staggers back as he bends over in the center of the ring!! Ranger now runs to the ropes, bounces back at full speed.. AND JAMES RANGER CONNECTS WITH THE SCISSORS KICK TO THE NECK OF LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!! THAT’S THE FINAL EXECUTION!!!
Stew-O: NO!!!! LIMMY MOVES HIS HEAD OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME AS JAMES RANGER LANDS FLAT ON HIS BUTT!!! Ranger slowly tries to get up to his feet, but Limmy quickly prevents him from doing so by locking in an inverted face lock!!! Limmy is looking directly at our commentary table.. AND MONAGHAN CONNECTS WITH THE RULES OF NATURE!!!! ROLLING CUTTER BY LIMMY MONAGHAN CONNECTS AND LIMMY FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A PIN!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Peace Sign” instrumental by Kenshi Yonezu hits as the fans begin to cheer Limmy Monaghan. The Scottish X then rises up to his feet as the referee raises his hand in the air. Mark Macias then slides into the ring.)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner.. SCOTTISH X!!! LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!!!
Stew-O: What a match between both Limmy Monaghan and James Ranger. Although your friend didn’t come out victorious, you can’t deny that he came out firing, but was bested by Monaghan.
Jake Mercer: Who’s side are you on Stew?
Stew-O: I’m on nobody’s side. I’m just calling it how I see it.
Jake Mercer: Yeah, but you need to understand that this-
Stew-O: AND NOW THE GRAND ATHLETES ARE STOMPING DOWN ON JAMES RANGER!!! THEY ARE BEATING DOWN ON HIM JUST AFTER HIM AND LIMMY HAD SUCH AN INTENSE MATCH!! THE NUMBERS ARE AGAINST RANGER RIGHT NOW!!!
Flannery McCoy: But look!! It’s Fire & Ice!! They’ve gotten out of their seats at commentary and have slid into the ring!! They charge at the Grand Athletes and connect with matching forearm shots onto their number 1 contenders to get them off of James Ranger!!!
Stew-O: And now The Grand Athletes quickly retreat and escape the ring!!!
Flannery McCoy: The Grand Athletes have a shot at The Champions again, and this time they intend on walking out victorious! What they just did to James Ranger is a message that they’re sending towards Fire & Ice. If Rex and Raven weren’t here to save James, I don’t know how bad this would have gotten!! It’s safe to say that Rex and Raven will try to get The Grand Athletes back for this at Operation: Doomsday next week!! Be sure to see how it all unfolds live on Free-Per-View!!!
(Rex is seen tending to his friend James Ranger who had just been jumped and stomped on after his intense match with Limmy Monaghan. The Grand Athletes are seen walking backwards up the entrance ramp, staring at the tag team champions in the ring. Raven Roberts is now seen on the screen taunting to the challengers as she’s ready to take them on at Operation: Doomsday. The screen then fades to black as the last thing we see are the champions and a broken James Ranger in the center of the ring)
(A recap of the debacle between Chris Elite/Visual Prophet/Veena Adams plays as well as highlights from last weeks segment before Dynasty comes back)
(As Dynasty returns from commercial break, “Invincible” by Pop Smoke begins to play throughout the performance center PA system, the crowd rising to their feet in either excitement or frustration [hard to tell] as Chris Elite struts out onto the stage with the BVU close behind him. He wears his ring gear, as he’s set to compete after the next commercial, with a dark denim jacket thrown over it. The BVU are fully equipped in uniform, the camera getting a good look at Big Mikayla who looks stunning in her form-fitting BVU jumpsuit :wow: )
Jake Mercer: It’s been a minute since we’ve seen the entirety of the BVU here on Dynasty. 👀 Don’t know if I recognize that THHHHI–
Flannery McCoy: :mjpls:
Jake Mercer: Erm, well-endowed woman walking beside them. :lupe:
Stew-O: That’s Big Mikayla, Big Mike’s younger sister. Quite an acquisition for the Bozo Victims Unit, I must say, she’s an impressive young woman. Could it be that Chris Elite finds himself in need of more protection as of late?
Jake Mercer: Considering the level of dick eating he’s been dealing with lately–YES! OF COURSE HE DOES! The BVU could barely handle the influx of dickeating lately, it only makes sense Chris Elite sought to bring in another member to help manage the load.
Flannnery McCoy: Rumor has it that Chris Elite is intending to invoke his Gawd Contract tonight heading into his World Heavyweight Championship match at Operation: Doomsday! You’d think the warning StarrStan gave him at the start of the season would have deterred Chris from doing something like this on such short notice.
Stew-O: Well, it *is* a Gawd Contract. He can do what he wants with it, the powers are basically limitless–well, limited by EAW funding. And the limit does not exist in this case.
(“Invincible” dies down just as the final member of the BVU enters the ring. Chris Elite now stands at the center of the ring while twirling a microphone in his hands. He raises the mic to speak while all four members of the BVU man each of the four corners of the ring.)
Chris Elite: Check me out, check me out son, listen, watch what’s ‘bout to happen. I know y’all been eating for quite some time, years, matter fact. No dick in EAW has been eaten like mine and that’s a proven fact. Every year, every season, every month, and every fucking day someone new is on my dick, no matter what I fucking do. Won a New Breed title in 2016, y’all was eating then. Won the World Heavyweight Championship in 2018, and that STILL ain’t keep y’all off me. It’s 2020 now, I even earned myself a Hall of Fame ring, but guess what?
Detective Ty: (off-mic) They still eating, Chris. 😤
Chris Elite: Exactly. Same shit, nothing new, nonstop dickeatery my whole EAW career. But hey! 😀 It’s alright! We straight! It’s sad now, but just wait ‘til the end of this season, I promise y’all, the picture y’all tried to paint of Chris Elite now is gonna be unrecognizable compared to the version of Chris Elite that’s about to come. Yes, it’s been two years since I’ve held an EAW world championship, and ain’t shit gon’ stop me from getting one this season, man. I’m hungry. I’m overdue. So, when it comes to Operation: Doomsday, best believe there won’t be a single thing that’s gonna stop me from walking out the performance center with that strap around my waist–ayo, shut the fuck up, homo, before you get the dog shit slapped outta you.
(Just as Chris Elite finishes his last sentence, Big Mike begins arguing with a fan who can be seen and heard booing. The camera follows Big Mike as he exits the ring to deliver a hand-written citation to the fan who continues their taunting. Chris Elite begins to speak again just as Big Mike slides the citation through a small window with a one-way flap opening, placed in the plexiglass barrier specifically for the use of citation issues. :wow: )
Chris Elite: This exactly what I’m talkin’ about, bro. Fucking bozos will do any and everything to try and get under my skin and stop me from staying motivated. Thankfully, I have the Gawd Contract to ensure that this championship match and all the eating that came with it so far will be worth the effort and will hopefully keep some of you off my dick and balls for a minute or two–y’all really seem to forget about the level of power I hold with that there contract, huh? So, lemme remind y’all right quick, ‘cause I’m about to do something you ain’t never seen before. If you thought my match-making skills were something last season, wait ‘til you get a load of me now, son, because for Operation: Doomsday, I’m using my Gawd Contract to–
(Chris Elite is cut off completely as “2nd Sucks” by A Day To Remember begins to play throughout the performance center speakers, the fans in the socially distanced crowd rising to their feet to welcome ½ of the Dynasty Managerial Team. The BVU shifts their formation to get closer to Chris from their respective corners in preparation for the GM’s entrance, but StarrStan remains at the top of the ramp. He sticks one hand in the pants pocket of his three-piece Tom Ford suit, holding a microphone in the other.)
StarrStan: Hold it right there, Chris. Not another word out of you. Whatever stipulation or match conditions you think you’re about to put in place won’t be happening. You might as well save your breath.
Chris Elite: :russwtf: Damn, son, let my dick breathe! You ain’t see me in the middle of making a very important announcement? An announcement that’ll shift the course of your O: D main event, too, bout to make you some more money, make things exciting around here, thought you wanted what was best for your show and all that other shit, huh? :mjpls:
StarrStan: That’s absolutely right. And that’s exactly why I’m not going to let you use that contract for my main event.
Chris Elite: Suck my dick. You not gonna stop me, B, being the GM ain’t enough to overpower my Contract. I know my Contract inside and out, so you buggin’ the fuck out if you think I’ma chill just ‘cause you told me so. I don’t give a damn, I do what I want whenever the fuck I want, y’all must’ve forgot who I am.
(StarrStan simply shakes his head as he stands at the top of the ramp.)
Chris Elite: So, anyways, as I was saying, if your annoying ass is finished wasting my time… At Operation: Doomsday, with the power invested in my Gawd Contract, I’m going to–
(“ME!” by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie starts up, cutting Chris Elite off once more.)
Chris Elite: COME ON, BRO, Y’ALL WILIN’!
(Veena Adams steps out onto the stage, positioning herself beside StarrStan as the audience does their worst to boo her out of the building. She flips her wavy hair as the camera gets a quick close up of her black Versace crepe sweetheart neck dress. As “ME!” dies down, she fully embraces the crowd’s raucous boos before speaking into the microphone she brought with her.)
Veena Adams: :ahh: I love you guys, too!! But I have little to no time for pleasantries, beloved EAW Universe, we can talk about how much you love me later. 🥰 For now, I have far more important things to do. Like putting a full STOP on Chris Elite’s ABUSE of power in EAW! 😠
Chris Elite: I’m ‘bouta violate, forreal. This shit mad unnecessary. I was given my Gawd Contract to do whatever the fuck I want with it, how you gonna try and tell *me* what I can and cannot do?!
Veena Adams: EAW IS UNFAIR! 😠 CHRIS ELITE, STOP RIGHT THERE! 😠
Chris Elite: Suck my whole ENTIRE dick, bitch.
Veena Adams: //i.imgur.com/JVFXlXA.png
Chris Elite: I don’t know what the fuck I did to either one of you, but for some reason, y’all just wanna keep me down. Want nothing more than to see me lose. All this bullshit about how StarrStan wants his roster to “succeed” but all I see is you tryna hold a man down from making the best of the situation YOU TWO threw me in with the resources I hold in MY HANDS. Shit is ridiculous.
StarrStan: Quite the contrary, Chris. We want equal opportunity for success and progress for the entire Dynasty roster. If that means we have to level out the playing field by reeling in your Gawd Contract’s power by force so that you don’t have an unfair advantage heading into a Title match, then so be it.
Veena Adams: Besides, whatever it is you do is guaranteed to be outweighed and shut down by our combined power! 😄
Chris Elite: So, *I’m* the one with an unfair advantage, even tho that bozo Viz forced Drake to put up with that Prophetic Visions shit to win the belt in the first place?! :skip: Where were y’all then, huh? That don’t even make sense, bro, none of this does, what point is there to a Gawd Contract, then? I earned this shit, I should get to use it however I fucking see fit. Equal opportunity my ass, y’all not out here bothering anybody else week after week but me. You gotta be shittin’ me.
Veena Adams: Nope! Not at all. 😄 He’s telling the truth, Officer Bhrissy! Whatever you say is outvoted, 2-to-1. Majority rules, dummy. Don’t waste your time trying to change that match or do ANYTHING that might be in your favor over your opponents. We won’t allow it. It’s what’s best for business! You can ask the Board of Directors yourself, they clearly know the details of that contract better than you claim to. You’re powerless, Bhrissy. Hate to tell ya, you fucking loser. Don’t you even fucking try anything with that contract. You won’t get away with it anymore.
Chris Elite: Bitch, fuck that, y’all can’t stop me. Watch, I’m going to–
Veena Adams: Nope.
Chris Elite: Let me finish, damn! My WHC title match is–
Veena Adams: Nuh-uh.
Chris Elite: –IS GOING TO BE–
Veena Adams: no.
Chris Elite: –I’M SETTING THE STIPULATION FOR–
Veena Adams: I. Said. NO!
Chris Elite: FUCK!
StarrStan: Face it, Chris. Doesn’t matter what you try to do going forward. If we don’t want it to happen, as co-GMs, we won’t let it. Good luck heading into Operation: Doomsday.
(At a loss for words, Chris Elite chucks the microphone he was holding at the ramp of the performance center, just as “2nd Sucks” picks back up and Veena and StarrStan turn their backs to the ring and return backstage.)
Flannery McCoy: I don’t know if I’ve ever heard of something like this before, guys. A Gawd Contract weilder…powerless? :lupe: Since when does that 2-to-1 rule matter when you have a powerful binding agreement like Chris Elite’s Gawd Contract involved?!
Stew-O: Turns out I was wrong! I suppose even a Gawd Contract has its own limitations, Flan. It definitely seems like StarrStan knew exactly what he was doing when he opted to draft Veena Adams to Dynasty.
Jake Mercer: And I was so damn excited to hear what the hell kind of stipulation Chris Elite was going to use his Contract for, too! :ohlawd:
Stew-O: Meh! Even without any Gawd Contract influence in his back pocket, there’s no question whether or not Chris Elite will give Viz the fight of his life in order to call himself a two-time World Heavyweight Champion!
(Our final shot before cutting to commercial break is of Chris Elite running his hands over his bald head as he leans over the ring ropes. The BVU moves in to comfort him, but he shoos them away just as the broadcast fades to black.)
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(Dynasty’s broadcast returns from commercial break where “Invincible” by Pop Smoke has proceeded to play. A fuming Chris Elite paces back and forth in the middle of the ring as he awaits the entry of his opponent for the evening.)
(The camera fades in to show Stephie Love standing in the middle of the ring as she begins to speak)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: Introducing first, already in the ring… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 210 pounds… GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS… CHRIS ELITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week Chris Elite came up short against Sarah Price after getting an impromptu distraction by The Visual Prophet at ringside and Sarah taking advantage of it! Now… it clearly looks like nothings changed in that matter.
Flannery McCoy: I’m sure Viz has a thing or two up his sleeve to send a message to Elite before their matchup at Operation: Doomsday, who knows, we’ll just see what’s going to happen in this matchup.
Jake Mercer: I don’t know what you guys are whining about I said it before, VIz is going to be a very fair Referee! I ran it with my sources!
Stephie Love: Please welcome… THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE… THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE VISUAL PROPHET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(‘30 Day Run’ by Larry June plays as The Visual Prophet makes his way out to the stage with the World Heavyweight Championship on his waist. He gyrates his hips for a moment showing off the Championship around his waist before making his way down the ramp and headed towards the ring, making sure to show off the Referee shirt he has on nice and closely.)
Stew-O: Here comes our World Heavyweight Champion! You just have to question how he’s going to take this match into consideration especially since the fact Chris Elite is in this match, someone who he’s very close to facing at Operation: Doomsday for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Jake Mercer: Oh c’mon don’t be a stinker on the whole situation Stew! Viz I’m sure is a very equal and responsible Referee no doubt about it!
Flannery McCoy: :mjlol: Are you really sure about that?
(Viz rolls into the ring and circles around before standing in the center of the ring with a bright smile on his face as he does so as ‘30 Day Run’ fades out. ‘Pure Water’ by Skepta plays up to boos as Dray Fontana makes his way out to the stage. He looks straight at the ring before looking around at the crowd and giving a simple shake of the head, he stands there for a bit longer before slowly making his way down the ramp, taking his time as he does so)
Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Kingston Upon Thames, England, United Kingdom… weighing in at 200 pounds… THE PRINCE… DRAY FONTANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Dray Fontana has a hell of a week heading into Operation: Doomsday for sure. Not only heading into a PURE Championship match against Xander Payne which I’m sure he values to the most of his extent. But tonight also facing a former World Champion and Hall of Famer, there’s definitely a lot laid out for him as he heads into the free-per-view!
Flannery McCoy: There’s no doubt that this is a match that Dray no less wants to win. Especially with the fact that he has a more of a chance than anything with looking at who is the Referee of the matchup tonight, it’s going to be eventful that’s all I can say.
Jake Mercer: Definitely! He didn’t earn that Prince name for no reason did he?! Let’s not forget the multitude of underground wrestling he did, he fought a bear, AND WON! His opponents both tonight and next week should be shivering in fear at “Bear Slayer” DRAY FONTANA!
(Dray Fontana stops at the bottom of the ramp for a moment before making his way around ringside and up the steel steps. Dray stands on the apron before entering into the ring and heading to the center as he poses before he heads to his corner and has a staring contest with Chris Elite as they wait for Viz to start the match.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: HERE WE GO AS ALREADY DRAY IS RUNNING RIGHT FORWARD AND GOING FOR A RUNNING FOREARM- BUT ELITE DUCKS UNDER IT AS HE TURNS DRAY AROUND, BOX OFFICE SMASH- BUT DRAY GRABS THE FOOT OF ELITE AND PUSHES IT AWAY BEFORE THE SUPERKICK CAN CONNECT! Elite getting up to his feet as he runs towards Dray, BUT DRAY GRABS ELITE AND LIFTS HIM UP IN THE AIR AS HE DROPS HIM DOWN INTO A VICIOUS SPINEBUSTER RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE IN THIS MATCHUP!
Flannery McCoy: Dray seeming to have the early offense in this matchup as he’s quickly grabbing Elite by the head and bringing him up onto his feet, BUT ELITE STOPPING HIM AS HE ROCKS HIM IN THE JAW OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE DICKEATERY STOPPER! UPPERCUT OUT OF NOWHERE STUNS DRAY AS HE STEPS BACK! Dray composing himself as he turns, BUT IS QUICKLY MET WITH A ENZIGURI BY CHRIS ELITE!
Jake Mercer: Elite quickly grabbing Dray by the arm and pulling him up onto his feet- BUT DRAY BRINGING HIM DOWN AND LOCKING IN A ARMBAR! ELITE IS SCREAMING FOR HIS LIFE AS DRAY IS TWISTING AND MANIPULATING THAT ARM AND AT THIS RATE HE MIGHT JUST PULL IT OUT OF ITS SOCKET! BUT ELITE MANAGES TO GRAB THE ROPES!
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Alright uh… I don’t know how to do this job actually-
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): JUST COUNT DAMN!
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Uh 1… 2… let’s see here…
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): QJANDISNAKQNWOQNQ
Stew-O: Dray is just laughing at this as clearly he’s just having fun as he locks in the armbar tighter- BUT CHRIS ELITE ROLLS THROUGH, BACKSLIDE PIN! BUT DRAY MANAGING TO PUSH IT AWAY BEFORE VIZ CAN EVEN DO ANYTHING! Both of them are up to their feet now, BUT ELITE WITH A DROPKICK SENDING DRAY BACKWARD! Dray falling back as Elite runs forward, AND PLANTS HIM TO THE GROUND WITH A SWIFT RUNNING BULLDOG!
Flannery McCoy: Elite bringing Dray back up to his feet, HE GOES FOR ANOTHER UPPERCUT WHICH SENDS DRAY BACK! Elite running right towards him, BASEMENT DROPKICK- BUT DRAY JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY AND REVERSES IT WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ABSOLUTELY CRUSHING THE FACE OF CHRIS ELITE!
Jake Mercer: Dray quickly bringing Elite up onto his feet, AS HE BEGINS TO SEND ALTERNATING FOREARMS RIGHT TO THE FACE OF ELITE FORCING HIM BACK TO THE ROPES! Dray quickly grabbing Elite as he sends him towards the ropes, DRAY GOING FOR A SUPERKICK-
Stew-O: BUT ELITE MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER AS DRAY STUMBLES DOWN TO THE GROUND! ELITE RUNS TO THE ROPES AS DRAY AS DROPPED DOWN TO A KNEE, DREAMING! AXE KICK SLAMS RIGHT DOWN TO THE BACK OF DRAY’S HEAD! ELITE QUICKLY HOOKING THE LEG AND GOING FOR THE PIN!
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Hm…
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): COUNT! COUNT! DID THE SPECIAL ED TEACHER NOT TEACH YOU THAT EITHER DAMN!
Flannery McCoy: DRAY POWERS OUT QUICKLY! Elite is already up to his feet but he doesn’t seem to be focusing on Dray as he turns right around to confront our Special Guest Ref of the evening!
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): I swear to God you do anything else like that and I’ll make sure you lose those 50 pounds you gained bozo.
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Oh then try me, I dearly dare you, might as well throw this match out of the window while we’re at it!
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): I’ll slap the shit out of you!
Jake Mercer: BUT WAIT DRAY FROM BEHIND AS HE TURNS HIM AROUND, ELITE GOING FOR A SPINNING BACKFIST BUT DRAY DUCKS UNDER AND LIFTS HIM OFF THE GROUND, MASSIVE SAMOAN DROP JUST ABSOLUTELY SLAMS ELITE TO THE GROUND BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING ELSE AS DRAY LOOKS UP WITH A SINISTER SMIRK ON HIS FACE!
Stew-O: Chris Elite trying to stagger up to his feet slowly after being taken down to the ground just moments ago, BUT DRAY GOING FOR A ROUNDHOUSE KICK- ELITE DUCKING UNDER JUST BARELY! ELITE WITH A SCHOOL BOY PIN WHICH DRAY PUSHES OUT OF IMMEDIATELY! Dray is up onto a knee as Elite is already up to his feet, ELITE WITH A KNEE RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF DRAY SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Dray is out cold as Elite is beginning to climb up to the top rope and position himself looking for a big move, MOONSAULT- BUT DRAY GETTING HIS KNEES UP! Dray quickly bringing up Elite who is already in a world of pain, THE PARAMOUNT! BICYCLE KNEE OUT OF NOWHERE RIGHT TO THE SKULL OF ELITE SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! DRAY HOOKING THE LEG AND GOING FOR THE PIN!
Jake Mercer: CHRIS ELITE KICKS OUT JUST BARELY!
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): SLNDSLKN WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT COUNT?!
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): I’m just doing my job, you got a problem with that? :mjpls:
Stew-O: Dray quickly grabbing Elite by the head and throwing punches right at his face before bringing him up, I don’t think he’s up to any sort of good with what he’s about to do! FONTANA 97- BUT ELITE MANAGES TO GET OUT JUST BARELY AS HE TURNS DRAY AROUND! BUT DRAY MANAGING TO COME BACK AND SLAM A HEADBUTT RIGHT INTO HIS SKULL!
Flannery McCoy: Elite moving backwards and grabbing onto the ropes as Dray quickly runs forward, BUT ELITE MANAGES TO LIFT HIM UP AND THROW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! Dray stumbling down to the ringside area as Elite seems to be running to the ropes, TOPE CON HILO TAKES DRAY DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Chris Elite quickly bringing Dray up to his feet, AND THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE FOR GOOD MEASURE! Elite grabbing him and rolling him back into the ring as he follows as well and slides in. Dray is slowly getting up to his feet as Elite is ready for him and lifts him up, ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION! BUT DRAY MANAGING TO THROW PUNCHES RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF ELITE PREVENTING HIM FROM CONNECTING WITH FUSION DANCE!
Stew-O: Dray easily managing to slip out now as he runs to the ropes and back, HE LEAPS OFF THE ROPES! UXU- BUT ELITE MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OF THE DISASTER KICK BEFORE IT’S ABLE TO CONNECT! ELITE TURNING DRAY AROUND, BUT DRAY PUSHING ELITE INTO THE CORNER! DRAY SENDING SHOULDER THRUSTS RIGHT TO THE GUT OF ELITE TO TRY TO WEAKEN HIM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!
Flannery McCoy: Elite sending punches right down to the back of his head forcing Dray to separate away from him! ELITE RUNNING FORWARD, DRAY WITH A DROP TOE HOLD! DRAY TRANSITIONING, ANKLE LOCK- BUT ELITE MANAGING TO TURN TO HIS BACK BEFORE DRAY IS ABLE TO LIFT UP AND SENDS A KICK SWIFT TO HIS FACE!
Jake Mercer: Elite staggering up to his feet now, DRAY GOING FOR A SUPERKICK- BUT ELITE MANAGES TO GO UNDER DRAY AND LIFT HIM UP AND QUICKLY SLAM HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! Elite quickly bringing Dray up and propping him up onto his shoulders as he quickly runs forward, 44 BULLDOG! LAWN DART CONNECTS AS DRAY’S HEAD SLAMS ONTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! ELITE HOOKING THE LEG AND GOING FOR THE PIN!
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Oh! What?!
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): COUNTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!1
Stew-O: DRAY FONTANA KICKS OUT! ELITE IS UP TO HIS FEET ABSOLUTELY FUMING AS I THINK HE’S HAD ENOUGH!
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): Fuck you laughing at? You think you’re funny huh?
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): You still want to argue? I don’t know what the fuck you’ve been talking about this whole match, I’m tryna do my job and you’ve been here running your mouth off.
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): Nah son I’m not falling for that shit. That was some bullshit, if you don’t know I’ll tell you right now you fucking suck at this job.
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): :mjlol: If I suck at my job would I do this?
(DING! DING! DING!)
Chris Elite (Off-Mic): Wait wait wait WHAT THE FUCKSNDLKNLDKDNSL
The Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): Chris Elite has been disqualified!
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by disqualification… DRAY FONTANA!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Well there you have it we have our winner for tonight folks and Elite looks absolutely livid at it! Both of them are arguing again as it seems this is about to reach a boiling point.
(Both of them begin yelling at one another as casually Dray Fontana rolls out of the ring and leaves with a smirk on his face as he laughs off his win)
Jake Mercer: BOTH ELITE AND VIZ ARE GOING AT IT, THEIR TRADING PUNCHES WITH ONE ANOTHER AS THERE IS NO LOVE LOSS BETWEEN THE TWO COMPETITORS! BOTH OF THEM ARE CORNERING ONE ANOTHER AS THIS IS ALL OUT MAYHEM!
Stew-O: ELITE MANAGING TO THROW VIZ OUT OF THE RING AS HE RUNS FORWARD, SUICIDE DIVE! THE FIGHT HAS SPILLED OUT TO THE OUTSIDE AS IMMEDIATELY SECURITY IS RUNNING OUT LOOKING TO SEPARATE THE TWO OPERATION: DOOMSDAY COMPETITORS FROM ONE ANOTHER! BOTH OF THEM ARE BEING SEPERATED, BUT VIZ QUICKLY PUSHES AWAY AS HE LEAPS IN THE AIR AND DROPS A ELBOW RIGHT DOWN ON ELITE!
(Both of them continue to brawl before finally Security finally splits them apart. Both of them continue to argue with one another as that’s the last thing seen as Dynasty fades out to elsewhere)
(Dynasty comes back on air as Dray Fontana can be seen walking down the hallway with a towel over his head just exiting from his match as he’s suddenly approached by Michael Belfort)
Michael Belfort: Dray! Dray!
(Dray stops in his tracks suddenly turning his attention over to Michael, giving him a death stare that prompts Michael to change his demeanor and take a few steps back, but he proceeds to ask the question he intended to)
Michael Belfort: Uhm, D-Dray if you don’t mind me asking. Tonight has been quite an interesting night for you between the exchange you had earlier with Charlie and this match that just happened, what do you make of it?
Dray Fontana: What am I supposed to say? Reflect on Charlie Marr trying to use me and my momentum to give himself some relevance? Reflect on Viz fucking my match up to get some stupid mental advantage over the most mentally fragile man in EAW to begin with? None of that matters and the only thing I’m focused on right now is the EAW PURE Championshi–
???: You might as well drop those hopes right now.
(The camera zooms out to show Xander Payne standing right behind Dray Fontana who stares a death hole through him)
Xander Payne: Sorry, I couldn’t help but barge in after watching that pathetic excuse of a “win” that was handed to you via DQ. I’ve still yet to be convinced that you’re someone worthy of facing me, but I’ll do the charity nonetheless.
Dray Fontana: Charity? The only time your fat ass does charity is when it’s a food drive that you can poach from. I’m more than formidable and not only am I formidable, I’m the next damn PURE Champion whether you want to accept the truth or not.
Xander Payne(sarcastically laughing): The truth? The truth is that you put the MID in forMIDable, nothing about Dray Fontana stands with the name Xander Payne, this is a mismatch of epic proportions and I can’t wait to kick your ass and move on with my career.
Dray Fontana: We’ll see who’s really moved on when you come barging in begging for a rematch after I kick your arse. Don’t you have a match up next? You got a lot to say for a wasteman who is about to get his ass kicked by a female.
Xander Payne: I kick sluts ass on a regular basis, I beat DEDEDE and Impact in a single season, I am the PURE GOD. Just do yourself a favor and watch me go beat Andrea and do what you couldn’t do just a few moments ago, maybe you can learn a thing or two.
Dray Fontana: Yeah sure I’ll be watching to see you fail, I need the laughs anyways.
(Xander brushes past Dray and makes his way down the hall)
(The camera fades in to show Stephie Love standing in the middle of the ring as she begins to speak)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘It Follows’ by Cane Hill plays up to boos as Xander Payne makes his way out to the stage with the PURE Championship around his shoulder. He has a serious look on his face before he raises the title in the air and closes his eyes to listen to the boos before throwing the title around his shoulder once more. He aims his focus straight to the ring as he begins to make his way down the ramp)
Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at *cough* 255 pounds… He is the PURE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! THE PAYNEKILLER… XANDER PAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week Xander Payne got the win over a very competitive competitor in the form of MITSUBACHI, someone his opponent Dray Fontana at Operation: Doomsday has a long history with. Not only that Xander and Dray had a little backstage interview which ended with Dray breaking down the doors to Xander’s lockerroom and viciously attacking him instigating a brawl heading into the free-per-view!
Flannery McCoy: I’m sure Xander is fuming with anger because of it, and making an example of his opponent tonight would do nothing more than satisfy him heading into his first PURE Championship defense in Season 14. There is no doubt that Xander wants to do everything in his power to secure a win not just tonight but next week and there’s no doubt we’re going to be seeing some of that persistence that has brought him to this point tonight!
Jake Mercer: As much as you may hate the star of Free Willy I’ll have you know that I support him all the way! Do you see how many whales die per year?! WHALE LIVES MATTER!
Jake Mercer: Hi.
(Xander makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring swiftly as he gets up to his feet and makes his way to the center of the ring raising the PURE Championship in the air before throwing it back onto his shoulder and taking some time to look around and shake his head before making his way back to his corner and getting ready as ‘It Follows’ fades away. ‘Roll With Me’ by Charli XCX plays up to loud cheers as Andrea Valentine makes her way out to the stage. She raises her hands in the air with a bright smile on her face looking at the crowd absolutely beaming before making her way down the ramp and headed towards the ring keeping her arms in the air as she does so pointed to the sky)
Stephie Love: And his opponent… from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 110 pounds… ANDREA VALENTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: The last time we saw Andrea she was in a tag match with her opponent at Operation: Doomsday next week, Serena Bennett. It was a very tense match for sure with Andrea even finishing off with Serena’s own finisher which certainly added a little bit more disrespect to this feud.
Flannery McCoy: Indeed and the match ended up in an outright brawl just as it did at the start of the night as well! But now Andrea has to focus on tonight with the opponent that she’s up against, certainly someone who doesn’t have the greatest respect for women :lupe: I’m sure this is a win Andrea definitely wants to get off heading into Operation: Doomsday and if I was her I would treat this with upright importance.
Jake Mercer: Are you stupid?! I’ll have you know Andrea has the upmost urgency when it comes to any match she steps into the ring for, I’ve been following her career for 20 years now and I’ll have you know that she takes any match with importance!
Flannery McCoy: You’d have been like 10.
Jake Mercer: Yeah of course! You don’t just become an avid fan of wrestling in 2 years :mjlol: get a grip.
(Andrea Valentine makes her way up the steel steps as she heads to the center of the apron and enters into the ring. She circles around the squared circle a few times with her arms raised in the air before climbing up to the top rope and pointing around at crowd members. She jumps down and stands at her corner as ‘Roll With Me’ fades out and the Ref signals for the bell)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: Here we go as this matchup is officially underway! AND XANDER RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE RUNNING FORWARD AND CLOBBERING ANDREA WITH A LARIAT! XANDER GOING DOWN AS HE BEGINS TO PLANT PUNCH AFTER PUNCH RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF ANDREA! Andrea grabbing onto the ropes as she quickly rolls away as both of them get up to their feet. ANDREA RUNNING FORWARD, HURRICANRANA-
Flannery McCoy: BUT XANDER KEEPS HER UP, BUT BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING ANDREA BEGINS TO ATTACK DOWNWARDS WITH PUNCHES AS SLOWLY XANDER IS FORCED TO BRING HER BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND! Andrea quickly running to the ropes as Xander tries to move over to the center of the ring, BUT ANDREA LIFTS OFF TAKING XANDER BY SURPRISE AND TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A STANDING CROSSBODY!
Jake Mercer: Xander taken down to the ground but he’s quickly trying to get up to his feet! Andrea getting up to her feet and running towards Xander, BUT XANDER THROWS ANDREA OUT OF THE RING! Andrea keeping ahold of the ropes as she grabs onto the apron, ANDREA WITH A HOTSHOT SENDING XANDER BACK!
Stew-O: Andrea quickly sliding into the ring as she runs forward and grabs the arm of Xander sending him into an Irish whip maneuver! Xander backed up in the corner as Andrea runs forward, BUT XANDER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Andrea falling into the corner as Xander grabs her and trades places as he climbs up the turnbuckles! TORNADO DDT! I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW XANDER IS ABLE TO DO THAT BUT HE PLANTS ANDREA TO THE GROUND EITHER WAY!
Flannery McCoy: Xander bringing Andrea up as he throws her right towards the ropes, XANDER KICKING ANDREA IN THE GUT- BUT ANDREA GRABS THE LEG OF XANDER AND PUSHES IT AWAY! ANDREA GOING FOR A KICK NOW- BUT XANDER GRABS HER LEG- BUT ANDREA WITH A BACKFLIP ESCAPING OUT AND PUSHING XANDER AWAY!
Jake Mercer: Xander stumbling down to a knee but he quickly gets up and runs right towards Andrea, BUT ANDREA LEAPING UP INTO THE AIR AND TAKING XANDER DOWN WITH A FRANKENSTEINER! Xander is taken down to the ground but is quickly getting up to a knee as Andrea runs to the ropes and back, ANDREA HITS A DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE FACE OF XANDER!
Stew-O: Xander trying to get up to his feet as Andrea quickly runs forward, BUT XANDER WITH A KNEE RIGHT TO THE GUT OF ANDREA! Xander grabbing Andrea into a Full Nelson, AND TURNS IT INTO A REVERSE STO! XANDER TAKING ANDREA DOWN AS HE HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN!
Flannery McCoy: YET ANDREA POWERS OUT QUICKLY! Xander is already up to his feet as he runs to the ropes and back while Andrea is still down on the ground, XANDER WITH A RUNNING SENTON ABSOLUTELY CRUSHING ANDREA! Andrea slowly getting up to her feet as Xander grabs her, X-PLEX RELEASE SUPLEX-
Jake Mercer: HOLY SHIT! ANDREA REVERSES THE RELEASE SUPLEX IN MID AIR WITH A DDT PLANTING XANDER TO THE GROUND! XANDER IS IN PURE SHOCK AS HE GRABS HIS HEAD IN PAIN! Andrea quickly running forward, XOXO! INVERTED STOMP FACEBREAKER CONNECTS! XANDER IS DOWN ON THE GROUND AS ANDREA QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN!
Stew-O: KICKOUT- BUT ANDREA QUICKLY GRABS THE ARM, CROSS ARMBREAKER! ANDREA TRANSITIONS INTO THE SUBMISSION HOLD BEFORE XANDER CAN EVEN DO ANYTHING! XANDER IS SCREAMING IN PAIN BECAUSE I DON’T THINK HE CAN ESCAPE! BUT HE’S SEEMING TO GET SOME FOOTING AS HE GRABS ONTO ANDREA, NO WAY! THE STRENGTH OF XANDER PAYNE LIFTS ANDREA UP AS HE GETS UP TO HIS FEET AND SLAMS HER DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Xander wasting no time now heading onto the apron, he seems to look to climb up to the top rope this isn’t going to be good for Andrea in any way! NO WAY! 450 SPLASH- ANDREA MANAGES TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY, BIG IMPACT BY XANDER AS HE PLUMMETS RIGHT TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: NO WORRIES HE’LL JUST BOUNCE OFF HIS BELLY!
Stew-O: Xander grabbing his stomach in pain as he’s trying to crawl up to his feet slowly taking his time as he does so, BUT ANDREA QUICKLY RUNNING FORWARD! BUT XANDER! XANDER GRABS HER AND TRANSITIONS HER INTO A TWISTING BRAINBUSTER, HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM! BUT WAIT! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, ANDREA KIPS UP TO HER FEET BEHIND XANDER! TILT-A WHIRL HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN OUT OF NOWHERE SENDING XANDER DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Andrea quickly bringing Xander up with a burst of energy, ANOTHER XOXO- BUT XANDER SLIPS THROUGH THE LEG AND GRABS HER, XANDER FLIPS ANDREA IN THE AIR AND DROPS HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH SWIFTNESS! Andrea quickly retreating to the corner as she grabs the top turnbuckle to pull herself up, BUT XANDER RUNNING FORWARD WITH A BACK ELBOW! Andrea falling to a seated position as Xander moves back and runs forward, CANNONBALL SENTON-
Jake Mercer: ANDREA GETS THE KNEES UP BEFORE XANDER CAN CONNECT! XANDER IN PAIN AS ANDREA LEAPS UP ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE! ANDREA WAITING FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT AS SHE FLIES THROUGH THE AIR, V-DAY- OH MY GOD! XANDER REVERSES THE DIVING SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON INTO A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB OUT OF NOWHERE!
Stew-O: Andrea rolling away in a multitude of pain as Xander is slowly pulling himself up onto his feet and waiting for Andrea to get up to her feet, Andrea is up as Xander quickly runs forward! OVERDOSE- ANDREA DUCKS THIS DISCUS PALM STRIKE, ANDREA QUICKLY TACKLING XANDER TO THE GROUND AS SHE BEGINS TO SEND ELBOWS AND FOREARM STRIKES RIGHT TO HIS HEAD TO TRY TO OVERWHELM HIM!
Flannery McCoy: Xander pushing away as both manage to get to their feet, BUT ANDREA MANAGING TO TAKE XANDER DOWN WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE ONCE MORE! She’s waiting for Xander to get up to his feet as Xander stumbles up slowly taking his time, ANDREA WITH A RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER WHICH TAKES XANDER DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Jake Mercer: Andrea has the momentum in her corner as she waits for Xander as he manages to prop himself up onto a knee, VALENTINE’S MASSACRE! HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS DRIVER CONNECTS ONTO A KNEELING XANDER PAYNE! THE PURE CHAMPION IS DOWN AS ANDREA QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN THIS MIGHT JUST BE IT!
Stew-O: THE REF STOPS! XANDER’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! ANDREA DOESN’T SEE IT YET BUT NOW SHE DOES AND SHE’S IN SHOCK, THE PAYNEKILLER LIVES TO FIGHT ON ANOTHER DAY! ‘
Flannery McCoy: Andrea is still slowly rising up to her feet using the ropes as Xander has his leg still on the ropes yet is still purely lifeless as Andrea is up to her feet. Andrea waiting for Xander to get up to his feet though as I think that one way or another she’s looking to finish this matchup off! Xander is up, ANDREA LEAPING UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! ATOMIC BLONDE-
Jake Mercer: NO! XANDER MANAGES TO KEEP ANDREA IN THE AIR BEFORE THE POISON RANA CAN CONNECT! XANDER SPINNING ANDREA TO HIS FRONT, LAST SEDATION! POP-UP POWERBOMB OUT OF NOWHERE SLAMS ANDREA DOWN TO THE GROUND! ANDREA IS TAKEN DOWN AS XANDER QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG! THIS MIGHT BE IT RIGHT HERE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘It Follows’ plays up as Xander Payne swiftly gets up to his feet. He has a very excited look on his face as he looks down at Andrea before raising his hands in the air, the ref comes over and hands him the PURE Championship as he raises it in the air with a cocky smirk on his face before walking around the ring and continuing his celebration)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner… XANDER PAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: What a match we just witnessed tonight! Both Xander and Andrea laid it all on the line when it came to who wanted it more heading into both their matches at Operation: Doomsday, but in the end, it was Xander who used his wits to capitalize reversing the Atomic Blonde into the Last Sedation to get the win!
Flannery McCoy: And I am sure he has made a huge statement to his opponent next week Dray Fontana as he beats a former World Champion this week! And now Xander moves on to the free-per-view as confident as ever as now we congratulate him on his win tonight!
(Andrea is seen rolling out of the ring as she grabs her head in frustration watching Xander continue to celebrate around the ring. Xander is on the top rope now looking around at the booing crowd as he raises the PURE Championship up in the air. Dray Fontana can be seen watching the monitor from the back with his arms crossed angrily, Serena Bennett also can be seen looking in the back smirking at the result as that’s the last shot seen as the camera fades out to Commercial Break)
(‘I gave you power’ by Nas begins to play. The intro to the song filled with multiple uses of the N-Word continues until just before the beat drops. The song switches to ’Can I Live’ by Jay-Z. The crowd pops but the socialled distanced audience goes from excited to pure booing as our walks Impact from behind the black curtain.)
Jake Mercer: OH LORD! We got ourselves the one and only Impact! Impact is live and in the flesh here at the Impact Zone! I wonder what he has to say!
(Impact raises his arms as he basks in the hatred before beginning his descent down the entrance ramp. Imp has his ring tights and boots on with a red blazer and a pair of red tint sunglasses on.)
Stew-O: You seem extremely excited to see Impact, huh?
Flannery McCoy: I expect Imp to discuss the fall out from Charlie Marr’s failed funeral attempt he thwarted from last week’s episode. Impact literally hopped out of the casket Charlie brought to mock his career and bashed his head in with a lead pipe.
Stew-O: The animosity that these two gentlemen share isn’t lost on anyone. The disdain they share is abundant and having both these men team up to face Harper Lee and Sarah Price in tonight’s main event could prove to be too much for them to handle.
Jake Mercer: HASS is clearly a more cohesive unit when it comes to teamwork but Imp and Charlie are both former World champions with otherworldly talent and experience. It’s hard to count out Marr or Impact even if they are on the same side both clutching daggers behind their backs ready to stick it in the other’s spine.
(We see Impact enter the ring and be handed a microphone from Stephie Love before Imp dismisses her with a disrespectful “SHOO” motion as his music fades out. Impact paces back and forth until he finds himself in the middle of the ring.)
Impact: They said Charlie Marr buried me last week. I hear the rumblings. I see the smoke and smell the burning trash heap of heresy bellowing from the yokel Twitter nitwits. The neck beard flagrant failures are feverishly crushing the Corning Gorilla glass screens of their iPhone 11 devices with their Cheeto covered thumbs as they root as hard as they can for that knuckle dragging caveman Charlie and his missed shots he has taken at my character. Charlie is a crook, a clown, and a charlatan and I can’t for the life of me respect any man that calls himself a Marr stan. But, I will give the devil his credit. His idea, albeit very tried and worn out of a gimmick as it was, it worked. His ploy to convince the world of my demise actually worked in a weird way. Yeah, I’m man enough to reveal to you people that Charlie Marr DID bury Impact. He did. He buried my old career. Well, he didn’t really do shit but get his head caved in my hours truly. But, he did INSPIRE me to bury my old self myself. So, allow myself to reintroduce…myself!
(Impact snatches his glasses off and tosses them to the side.)
Impact: You are looking at The Remix, now. No retro Imp, no rehashed Imp, no reimagined Imp…just a new man entirely. A new version of myself that you people have never seen previously. A new level unlocked by the master of this game we play and a new energy for the greatest that ever did it. The old Impact people once knew, the old Impact you all loved, that Impact is gone and I refuse to revert back to that man ever again. The chapter is closed on that man’s run but a new one is being written as I speak. Charlie thought he was being clever, funny, and cute by burying me and my name but all he did was take the Impact of the past season and toss dirt over him. I’m the one in control, GAWD contract or not, and I’m the one that officially ended that miserable entity and have birthed a new identity for myself. The Imp that people thought they could take for granted is gone. The Imp that was just a punching bag and a glutton for “over the hill” jokes is gone. The original still has flashes and will never be forgotten. But, the remix will be another classic for those that follow me to copy and steal from. The most influential influencer in this institution is here and Charlie better brace himself for unimaginable pain.
(Impact takes a deep breath and shakes his head.)
Impact: I’m so good. I’m so fucking good. It’s almost like a curse how I find new and inventive ways to find my way back to prominence. They say I fell off in 2020, yet the last two World Heavyweight Champions couldn’t beat me. My ability to create a paradigm shift is obvious to anyone with eyes. I can be seen as someone that has “done nothing all season,” yet even when doing nothing, the former and current World Champions Drake King and Visual Prophet cannot defeat me. Even at my absolute worst, where I’ve done “nothing all season,” I’m still doing that. I’m still the one that flips the script whilst it’s still being jotted. I got the lines you people ignore and act like you can’t see and I do it marvelously. I’m a Daredevil with Deadpool’s shot and anybody crossing this marksman’s path is dead to rights so-
(‘Father Stretch My Hands Pt 1’ by Kanye West begins to tune up. The crowd pops like they did for Imp but turn to boos all the same as the music ramps up.)
Future: IF YOUNG METRO DONT TRUST YOU IMA SHOOT YO-
Kid Cudi: BEAUTIFUL MORNING…YOU’RE THE SUN OF MY MORNING, BABE!!!!!
(Out walks an extremely upset Charlie Marr in his ring attire.)
Stew-O: The Remix just ignited The Lost Disciple was his tag team partner for tonight’s main event begins stomping down the ramp to the ring.
Flannery McCoy: I got to be honest, I get why Charlie is upset given how his plans ended last week with Impact cracking him with that pipe and hitting the Evisceration on him with the pipe wrapped around his throat…HOWEVER
Jake Mercer: I mean, I know where you’re going. Charlie kind of deserved it! He started by trying to literally and verbally bury Imp but THE REMIX WASNT HAVING IT! NGL, guys…I dig THE REMIX!
Flannery McCoy: Oh look, another forced nickname for Jake Mercer to go crazy over.
Jake Mercer: *in lil Wayne voice* ITS THE REMIX BAYBEEEE!!!!
(Charlie slides in the ring as Impact steps back and leans against the ring ropes. Charlie stares directly as Impact as Imp slowly takes his blazer off. Charlie mouths something to Imp as Impact pretends he can’t hear him. Charlie is given a microphone by Stephie Love and slides his thumb across his throat as his music is faded out.)
Charlie Marr: You son of a bitch…
Charlie Marr: …YOU FORGOT TO THANK ME, IMP!
Charlie Marr: You kind of did in a backhanded way. But, I think with this new reimagining you are taking with this whole “Remix” bollocks…I deserve some REAL gratitude.
Impact: You sound as stupid as you look.
(Charlie’s anger turns to a cheeky smile with a hint of pissed off aggression still in his voice.)
Charlie Marr: I know you love claiming you father’d everybody’s “style” or whatever forced hip-hop jargon you decide to shark as of late…but it seems like you realized that I was the one to birth this new “REMIX” shit that you claim will revitalize your clearly dead career. I mean, it’s evident to me that I’m the one that inspired you. Would you fucking believe it? Impact is finally pulling his weight and trying to step up to the competition! No more lackadaisical Imp, we got the inspired idiot who has definitely lost a step but at least puts up a disguise that makes people think he actually cares about this sport again. All thanks to me! I am mindblown. It is not normal for Charlie Marr to be at a loss for words but Impact might have done it. I am just shocked that he has finally shown some kind of actual effort in the lead up to the match we have scheduled for tonight. When was the last time he did 2 promos? Nevermind three! Nevermind four of you include him coming out here and whining about me dissing him last week and not once speaking on Harper Lee or Sarah a Price. I feel like I am the one letting the team down now, it’s fucking crazy. I really must be bringing the best out of Impact as I have never seen him put in such a huge effort. He must be desperate to impress me and show me that he can return to his old form. Well done, Impact. It’s about fucking time you stopped half-assing everything and put in some work. Let’s get this win.
(Charlie raises his hand as if he wants Impact to hi-five him back. Imp smirks as Charlie’s sarcastic smile turns back to an angry face.)
Charlie Marr: Oh, no love for the man that saved your dead carcass of a career? No support for the man that’s going to carry you to your first main event win in who knows when? No respect for the guy that’s going to grind you up like apple sauce for what you did to me last week?
Impact: You can’t carry my fucking ring boots let alone me in a match.
Charlie Marr: I carried this entire company last season while I was champion while you were bragging about being off your game because you couldn’t maneuver through struggles.
Impact: Me struggling still couldn’t be beaten by Drake King or The Visual Prophet.
Charlie Marr: You brag like a pussy. Viz knocked you out with one elbow and Drake saved you from being beaten. You’re flabby and sick and if you don’t show me the respect I deserve then I will LITERALLY bury you with my bare hands in this fucking ring.
Impact: Do it.
Charlie Marr: Don’t test me, bruv.
Impact: I test whomever whenever. You not even anyone special, just the latest in a long line of losers thinking they will be the one that knocks me off finally.
Charlie Marr: You are a stubborn son of a bitch, you know that? Do you, Imp?
Impact: I’m just a humble motherfucker with a big ass dick.
Charlie Marr: Hilarious.
Impact: You’re right, I’m not all that humble.
Charlie Marr: I tried to do you a favor. You’re clearly out of date when it comes to EAW competition. You don’t fit in with this new generation. That 23 don’t look the same on your back when the front of the jersey says “Wizards” instead of “Bulls”. You want to be Jordan but you not the 96 one. You seven years removed from that prime time shit. You ruined my lovely funeral and are now trying to use that momentum to claim you are now in a resurgence for your zombified career. You refuse to see the writing in the wall, you refuse to acknowledge that this ride you are on has met its end and unfortunately for you i now realize that I will have to take some drastic measures to ensure that you finally get the message.
Impact: That’s interesting, junior. What is it that you propose we do to settle this discrepancy? A game of Go Fish? Maybe we have a hot dog eating contest? Or…
Charlie Marr: I wanna fight, bitch.
Impact: You read my mind.
Charlie Marr: I don’t wanna talk anymore, bruv.
Impact: Nothing left to say but…Operation: Doomsday?
Charlie Marr: Operation: Doomsday…
Impact: You just booked yourself into a real bind, “bruv”.
Charlie Marr: Nah, ill be just fine. It’s you that’s in the compromised position. Impact, you done fucked yo royally. You just picked your last day on this earth and you guaranteed Sienna Jade will be a widow. I’ll gladly bring the death certificate with me at Operation: Dooms-
(‘Debate Scrum’ by Masafumi Takada begins to play. The crowd pops as out steps Harper Lee. Lee is all smiles as Charlie and Impact both take side eye glances at her while still taking quick glances at teach others. Harper is on stage and she also has a microphone.)
Harper Lee: Judging by the way you guys talk about each other, it’s safe to say this will be a cake walk. I would think me and Sarah would have the most animosity ahead of this match seeing as our feud has actual meaning and we are two women fighting for something that matters. Unlike you two, misogynist white males trapped in their insecurities over the fact that Dynasty as its currently constructed doesn’t revolve around them. But, that’s fine. I’ll gladly pick up this much needed win and take the momentum from it into my Specialist title match!
(Harper Lee drops the microphone and begins to walk down the ramp as her music fades out. Suddenly, ‘Land of the Innocents’ by Feathers plays as the socially distanced audience pops once more. Out walks Sarah Price with her Specialist title on her shoulder, her ring attire on, and a microphone in her hands.)
Sarah Price: Well, since everybody seems to have the right to voice their opinion…how about I give it a go? First off, Charlie Marr seriously needs to deep condition that beard. I know the word “entanglement” was a big deal maybe two weeks ago but I guess his face hasn’t gotten the memo that being entangled is out of style. As for Impact, I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your funeral last week but judging by your half measured and lukewarm rebrand as “The Remix”…I must say seems more like a rehash of the same generic crap that you pulled all of season 13. Also, Harper…you claim I was being condescending to you last week. Is that right? Well…let’s see how condescending I sound after I defend my Specialist championship and defeat you at Operation: Doomsday. But first…
Stew-O: It looks like our main event is about to begin, guys!
Jake Mercer: Don’t step over the lead! Impact and Charlie Marr agreed to a match at Operation: Doomsday and I expect it to be another slobber knocker that may steal the show on an already incredibly booked event.
Flannery McCoy: Also, we have a tag team match where the chemistry couldn’t be more off for both sides. Sarah Price and Harper Lee together ahead of their Specialist title match going against Charlie Marr and Impact ahead of their singles match. I expect fireworks in tonight’s main event!
(We get a brief commercial break featuring SEBAS with The Original Big Mouth Billy Bass. The As Seen On Tv advert ends and we return to Dynasty.)
Stephie Love: Our next match is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Stephie Love: And it is a Tag Team match and will be OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! Introducing first, currently in the ring…One hails from Tower Hamlets, London, United Kingdom…weighing in at 240 pounds…HE IS CHARLIE MARR!
(Harper Lee climbs the apron as Sarah Price makes her way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: His partner, hailing from Seattle, Washington…weighing in at 240 pounds…THE REMIX…
Jake Mercer: BAYBEEEEE!!!
Stephie Love: IMPACT!!!!
(Harper Lee watches as Sarah Price slowly walks up the steel stairs as Charlie and Impact are still staring each other down and posturing.)
Stephie Love: AND THEIR OPPONENTS…first, on the apron…hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina…weighing in at 118 pound…THE AMAZING…HARPER LEE!!!!
(Charlie pokes Impact in the chest with his finger as Impact quickly slaps his finger away. Both men get nose to nose as the referee quickly runs over to break them up.)
Stephie Love: AND HER PARTNER…hailing from London, United Kingdom…weighing in tonight at 121 pounds…SHE IS THE SPECIALIST CHAMPION…SARAH PRICE!
(Sarah enters the ring as Harper Lee taps her on the shoulder and motions for her to get on the ring apron. Sarah gives a glare but obliged as Harper is in their corner standing ready. Sarah hands her belt to Stephie Love as she walks ringside. Meanwhile, Impact snd Charlie are being pushed away from each other by the referee as Charlie spits on the ground.)
Charlie Marr: FINE! You start it off you old slag!
Impact: Hit the bench, junior. I got this!
(Impact keeps his eyes on Charlie as Marr continues berating his partner.)
Stew-O: This is already starting off bad for Marr and Imp as Harper Lee and Sarah Price seem able to put their differences to the side way better than their opponents.
Stew-O: Charlie and Imp are still arguing as HARPER LEE CHARGES AT IMPACT WHILE HIS BACK IS TURNED!
Jake Mercer: CLOTHESLINE BY HARPER LEE!
Flannery McCoy: NO! OH, Impact with the ring awareness! He turns in the nick of time and ducks a clothesline by Lee. Lee stops short before reaching Charlie’s corner. Harper turns and KNIFE EDGE CHOP BY IMPACT! Harper Lee covers her chest as Impact grabs her by the back of the head and HEADBUTT RIGHT TO HER SKULL! Harper Lee staggers as Impact rushes in and SPINNING WHEELKICK!
Jake Mercer: Vintage Impact by The Remix himself! Impact gets to his feet and stands over Harper Lee who is flat on her back caught off guard. Harper rolls to her stomach and begins to get to her feet as Impaxt turns to Charlie Marr.
Impact off mic: YOU WATCHING ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!
Stew-O: More disrespect your his partner as Impact runs the ropes and catches Harper Lee before she gets back to her feet with a beautiful running bulldog…BAM! Imp drives her head right into the mat!
Flannery McCoy: Impact has the control as he gets back to his feet and gives a cocky grin to Charlie.
Charlie Marr off mic: Thats cute, bruv. Put her away before I put you away.
Impact off mic: Shut your beans with toast eating mouth!
Jake Mercer: Impact and Charlie are more vicious with each other than with their opponents so far. Impact reaches down to grab Harper by the hair and
Flannery McCoy: OH! SMALL PACKAGE! HARPER LEE ROLLS UP IN THE SMALL PACKAGE! COVER!
Stew-O: Kick our before the second count by Impact. Harper and Imp roll out of the pin as Impact gets to his feet first. Harper is on one knee as Impact rushes… STEP UP ENZIGURI!
Flannery McCoy: NO! HARPER LEE DUCKS IMPACT’S MANUEVER AS IMPACT CRASHES FLAT ONTO THE MAT! Impact quickly hops off the mat but has his back turned to Harper who quickly wraps her arms around his waist…
Stew-O: Oh my, she can’t possibly do this can she? The 110 pound Harper Lee tried to lift Impact for a German suplex but the 240 pound frame of Imp doesn’t budge! Impact smirks as Harper Lee struggles as Impact turns to Charlie and sticks his tongue out!
Jake Mercer: Impact smiles as he blocks the GERMAN SUPLEX! Imp swings his elbow backwards at Harper’s head as-NO!
Stew-O: HARPER LEE DUCKS THE ELBOW! IMPACT IS NOW FACING HARPER AS SHE DELIVERS A STIFF DROPKICK TO HIS KNEES! IMPACT DROPS TO ONE KNEE AS HARPER LEE GETS BACK UP AND HOOKS HIS HEAD UNDER HER ARMS…IMPACT BEGINS TO RISE AS HARPER LEE LEAPS…TORNADO DDT! HARPER LEE DROPS IMPACT RIGHT ON TO HIS SKULL AS IMPACT ROLLS ON THE GROUND!
Flannery McCoy: Great counter by Harper Lee! Impact didn’t know what hit him as Charlie is on the apron shaking his head! Impact rolls on the mat as Harper Lee gets to her feet. She measures and stalks him before charging him while he sits up and PENALTY KICK TO THE SPIN BY LEE TO IMPACT!
Jake Mercer: The sound of that kick was deafening! If Impact didn’t have back spasms before he just might have them now! Charlie sticks his tongue out at Impact as Imp looks over and stares whilst flinching from the painful kick. Harper grabs Impact by the back of the head and escorts him to his feet as IMPACT BLOCKS HER! IMPACT SLIDES AROUND HER AND HOOKS HER ARMS…THE HAIL MARY!!!!!
Stew-O: NO! HARPER LEE SLIPS RIGHT OUT OF THE FULL NELSON FACEBUSTER AND ROLLS ON THE RING MAT! Impact rushes her but DROP TOE HOLD BY HARPER SENDS IMPACT SMACKING HIS FACE ON THE MAT!
Flannery McCoy: Harper and Impact are holding a competitive match so far as Impact is slowly getting to his feet! Harper gets up first and waits for him. Lee sees her chance and charges Imp…DRAGON FIST!!!
Jake Mercer: OH NO! IMPACT CATCHES HER RIGHT HOOK WITH HIS BARE HAND! IMPACT USES HIS FULL FORCE AND SHOVES HARPER FULL SPEED INTO HER OWN TURNBUCKLE TAG AS IMPACT SPRINTS AT HER AND …
Flannery McCoy: BICYCLE KNEE TO IMPACT FROM HARPER LEE AS SARAH PRICE SCALES THE TOP ROPE!
Jake Mercer: Wait, did Stew say “tag”?!
Stew-O: INDEED I DID AS HARPER LEE HITS IMPACT WITH THE BICYCLE KNEE AS SARAH PRICE STANDS ON THE TOP ROPE! HARPER ROLLS ONTO THE RING APRON AS IMPACT STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING DAZED AND CONFUSED! SARAH PRICE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE, FLYING HIGH, AND BAM! SARAH PRICE CONNECTS WITH A FLYING KNEE TO THE TEMPLE OF IMPACT AS HE FALLS FLAT ON HIS BACK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Charlie Marr off mic: :snoop: God damn it…
Flannery McCoy: HARPER AND SARAH SUPER STRIKING THE REMIX AS SARAH GOES FOR THE COVER!
Stew-O: CHARLIE RUNS IN AND KICKS PRICE OFF IMPACT!
Charlie Marr off mic: GET UP AND FIGHT, YOU GERIATRIC CUNT!
Stew-O: Charlie smack talks Impact after saving him from a potential three count. Impact is rolling on the mat as the referee is forcing Marr back to his corner. Sarah Price has Impact on his hands and knees and is still after him. Impact begins to get to one knee as Sarah grabs his wrist and wraps her leg around his head!
Jake Mercer: LEG DROP DDT DRIVES IMPACT’S HEAD TO THE MAT AGAIN! Imp is in trouble as Harper reluctantly cheers on Sarah. Charlie is in the corner rolling his eyes as Price drags Imp off the ground to his feet. Imp is up and DROPKICK BY SARAH PRICE BACKS IMPACT UP INTO THE RING ROPES TAG BY CHARLIE AS IMPACT BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND CHARGES SARAH PRICE!
Stew-O: SARAH LEAPS IN THE AIR AS IMPACT RUSHES HER AND SHE WRAPS HER LEGS AROUND HIS HEAD…HURRICANRANA!!!
Flannery McCoy: …NO! REVERSE BY IMPACT! IMPACT CATCHES HER MID AIR AND POWERBOMBS SARAH PRICE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! IMP KEEPS HIS HANDS TOGETHER AS SARAH BEGINS FLAILING HER ARMS TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF THE MOVE!
Jake Mercer: IMPACT LIFTS SARAH PRICE EFFORTLESSLY INTO THE AIR AGAIN AND SLAMS HER RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A SECOND POWERBOMB AS HE FLATTENS HER! PRICE MIGHT BE OUT COLD FROM THE SHEER FORCE OF THOSE DOUBLE POWERBOMBS AS IMP STANDS TRYING TO GATHER HIMSELF AND CATCH HIS BREATH! IMPACT TURNS TO CHARLIE MARR AND
Impact off mic: How you like that, bitch?!
Charlie Marr off mic: :thefuck:
Stew-O: Impact walks over, plops down, hooks he leg, and goes for the cover on Sarah!
Impact off mic: Count it up…
Referee: You are not the legal man :lupe:
Impact off mic: What do you mean…
(Impact turns to Charlie as Marr yawns and slowly begins to enter the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: My god, Charlie tagged Impact right before he hit those double powerbombs. Charlie Marr is the legal man as Impact gets up and gets right in his partner’s face.
Impact off mic: Are you that fucking stupid? I could have ended this match right there!
Charlie Marr off mic: Listen, you were almost ended had I not stepped in. Move aside and let a real elitist handle this work. Bozo.
Jake Mercer: Impact shoulder bumps Charlie but finally makes his way to the ring apron as Charlie shakes his head before dropping down and going for the pin on Sarah.
Flannery McCoy: All that time wasted by Impact and Charlie has allowed Sarah to find the strength to kick out of that move. Charlie gets up slowly and grabs Sarah by the hair as he gets to his feet. Sarah is swinging faintly at Marr but he isn’t fazed by the weak strikes. Marr hooks Sarah and SNAP SUPLEX DROPS HER RIGHT BACK DOWN!
Stew-O: Charlie rolls to his feet and grabs Sarah by the wrist and helps her back up again as Price still seems hurt by those quick double powerbombs as Charlie grabs her by the head and tilts his own head back as far as possible. HEADBUTT BY CHARLIE SENDS PRICE DOWN FLAT ON HER BEHIND!
Charlie Marr off mic: HEY MR. REMIX…THATS HOW YOU DO A HEADBUTT!
Flannery McCoy: Charlie talking tough to his partner as Impact stares at him blankly.
Stew-O: Price is in a bad situation as Charlie waits for her to get up on her own. Sarah does slowly as she finally rises, she turns and CHARLIE SCOOPS HER UP EFFORTLESSLY BEFORE SLAMMING HER RIGHT BACK DOWN! THE HEADMASTER RITUAL! SPINEBUSTER TO THE SPECIALIST CHAMP CONNECTS AS CHARLIE POPS UP AND SMACKS HIS CHEST WHILE STARING AT IMPACT!
Charlie Marr off mic: PARADIGM SHIFT THAT, GRANDPA!
Flannery McCoy: Sarah is in her back as Charlie walks right up to Impact and sizes him up.
Charlie Marr off mic: I should spit in your face for that shit you pulled last week.
Impact off mic: Charlie, is you slut that fish and chips breath saliva anywhere near me…so help me I will kill you and your next of kin tonight.
Jake Mercer: These two men REALLY do not like each other as Sarah Price begins stirring. Charlie senses this and turns and begins walking towards her.
Flannery McCoy: BIG BOOT BY CHARLIE MARR!!!
Stew-O: NO! SARAH PRICE DUCKS!
Flannery McCoy: SARAH RUNS TO THE ROPES AND BOUNCES OFF THEM! CHARLIE IS CAUGHT OFF GUARD AS SHE RUSHES HIM! MARR GOES FOR AN ARM DRAG…SARAH FLIPS FORWARD AND LANDS ON HER FEET! MARR TURNS AND SARAH GRABS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD…JAWBREAKER BY SARAH PRICE ROCKS CHARLIE MARR!
Stew-O: Sarah Price swings the momentum back to her team’s side as Charlie staggers backwards!
Jake Mercer: SARAH CHARGES…PLOT TWIST! THE RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS AS CHARLIE MARR GOES FLAT BACK AFTER THAT VICIOUS STRIKE!
Flannery McCoy: SARAH PRICE KIPS UP AND TURNS TO SEE HARPER LEE BEGGING TO TAG IN AS SHE SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS AND BRINGS HER OPERATION: DOOMSDAY CHALLENGER INTO THE FIGHR!
Jake Mercer: Price and Lee go and drag Marr to his feet and Irish whip him to the ropes!
Flannery McCoy: IMPACT REACHES IN AND TAGS MARR AS MARR RUNS BACK AT HIS OPPONENTS!
Stew-O: TOTALLY PG MOVE! THE DOUBLE RUNNING KNEE STRIKES CONNECT ON MARR AS IMPACT RUSHES IN AS HE IS NOW THE LEGAL MAN!
Jake Mercer: Vintage Sierra and Sarah Supergirl shit but this time it’s Harper and Sierra! TEAM HASS ON THAT BRITISH ASS!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Wait! IMPACT GRABS SIERRA AND SARAH BY THE BACK OF THE HAIR AND DRIVES THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING AS MARR IS ON HIS BACK HOLDING HIS JAW FROM THE DOUBLE KNEE ATTACK!
Stew-O: Sarah is the legal woman and her and Harper Lee crash to the arena floor as Impact backs away from the area they are in and turns to Charlie!
Impact off mic: You foolish flunky! This match would have been over had you not stuck your big British nose where it wasn’t required! I had that blonde cunt dead to rights and you had to ruin it!
(Charlie is rolling to his stomach and pushing off the ground. The referee wants to start counting out Sarah and Harper but tries to get Impact to get back on the apron.)
Stew-O: Sarah and Harper are ringside climbing season they are standing with their heads peeking in via the bottom rope. Charlie begins to get to his feet as he checks his face to make sure he isn’t bleeding. Impact tells the ref to stop bothering him and count out HASS while Impact continues berating Marr!
Referee: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
Impact off mic: You ignorant piece of garbage.
Flannery McCoy: OH! IMPACT SLAPS THE BACK OF CHARLIE’S HEAD! Sarah and Harper are still outside the ring but both seem to be watching how Imp and Marr behave!
Referee: FOUR!!! FIVE!!!
Jake Mercer: OH MY GOD! CHARLIE POPS UP AND UPPERCUTS IMPACT! IMPACT’S HEAD TILTS UP AS CHARLIE GRABS HIM BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD, TAKES HIM, AND DRIVES HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST AS IMPACT HITS IT AND ROLLS ONTO THE APRON AND THE RING FLOOR!
Flannery McCoy: AND THERE IT IS! The dream team lasted a lot longer than I expect I can’t lie…
Stew-O: Charlie sees Impact land on the ringside area as Sarah and Harper slowly make their way back into the ring.
Charlie Marr off mic: I can bury you anytime and anywhere you remedial cuck!
Sarah Price off mic: Hey Charlie!
Charlie Marr off mic: :damn~1:
Flannery McCoy: DOUBLE DROPKICK FROM SARAH AND HARPER SENDS CHARLIE FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Stew-O: CHARLIE AND IMPACT ARE DOWN RING SIDE AS THE REFEREE BEGINS COUNTING!!!
Referee: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!
Stew-O: Impact begins stirring as Charlie rises up first. Sarah and Harper remain in the ring as the referee orders Lee back to the ring apron. As she begins moving, Impact sees Charlie out the corner of his eye!
Flannery McCoy: OH MY! IMPACT CLOTHESLINED CHARLIE! MARR IS ON HIS BACK!
Referee: FIVE!!! SIX!!!
Impact off mic: I refuse to let you ruin this win for me!
Referee: SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!
Stew-O: IMPACT BEGINS SLIDING IN THE RING!!!
Jake Mercer: LOOK! CHARLIE MARR JUST PULLED IMPACT BACK OUT OF THE RING! Marr drags Impact outside and turns him around…STIFF RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(Harper Lee and Sarah stand in the ring, turning to each other, shoulder shrugging and smiling at the outcome.)
Stephie Love: THE REFEREE HAS DISQUALIFIED CHARLIE MARR AND IMPACT FOR FAILING TO ANSWER THE TEN SECOND COUNT OUT…THEREFORE…HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…SARAH PRICE AND HARPER LEE!!!
Stew-O: This is disappointing but surely not surprising.
Jake Mercer: Don’t call me Shirley but yes this could have been a five star classic in the Tokyo dome had Harper and Sarah not been using mind games to sew disgust in the hearts of their opponents. I guess that’s what makes them such really good heels!
Flannery McCoy: What are you talking about? This was all Charlie and Imp turning a potentially match of the year candidate into a pissing contest where both mean screwed each other out of a win ahead of their match at Operation: Doomsday!
Stew-O: Not to mention they are STILL FIGHTING!
Charlie Marr off mic: YOU WILL DIE, CUNT!
Impact off mic: YOU BEEN ON MY DICK, YOU LOVE MY STYLE!
Stew-O: Charlie and Impact are untethered and relentless in their pursuit of one another OHMYGAWD!
(As Harper Lee and Sarah Price get their hands raised, Charlie Marr and Impact trade blows ringside back and forth until finally EAW security comes rushing out to break them apart.)
Stew-O: It’s madness but what else can you expect when you have one of the most decorated and watched elitists of all time feuding with one of the most dominating elitists of this era? Operation: Doomsday is coming and we will see these two pugilists, Sarah and Harper Lee, and many more huge match ups live on FPV! THIS IS STEW-O…FROM FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY…SIGNING OFF!!!!!
(The final shot we see is Sarah Price being given her Specialist title as Harper Lee stares at her and makes a belt motion with her own hands. Meanwhile, ringside, Charlie and Impact are bashing each other’s faces in with stiff closed fists as security desperately tries to separate the pair. Imp cracks Marr as Marr smashes Imp and the crowd is going wild whilst remaining socially distant as the video fades out and the show ends.)
(EAW Logo Buzzes.)