(EAW intro plays.)

(A recap of last week’s Dynasty is shown as Jake Smith, followed by Limmy Monaghan and Maxwell kick off the first Dynasty of 2021. They talk about their prior experiences alone and how united they will give some well needed change and fix the future of Elite Answers Wrestling into their image. MITSUBACHI then interrupts them along with Komatsu Ogawa as they come out very unhappy demanding justice involving the three of them. The odds are evened when SEBAS comes out to defend the two of them, in which Jake introduces the newest member of Insurrection, which is none other than Donovan Duke. It transitions as SEBAS faces off against Donovan in which Donovan gets a win over SEBAS via an interference by the PURE Champion Limmy Monaghan which advances him to Round Two. Eris LeCava holds a party for Serena Bennett for her birthday which leads to an unamused Universal Women’s Champion coming out to join her. She’s clearly not happy as she shows her anger in her direction which sends her into a frenzy before Serena shoves her into a table full of food and drinks as Serena would leave, very unpleased. MITSUBACHI gets a victory over PURE Champion Limmy Monaghan after SEBAS costs Limmy the match and allows MITSU to move on to Round Two. Veena Adams cuts a promo on the future of Dynasty in 2021 which is abruptly cut off by a returning Riley McCray, who makes it known that Veena has forgotten her, but soon that will all change as she takes her leave to get ready for her match. Jake Smith beats The Fallen Angel after a valiant effort as he advances to Round Two in the King of Elite tournament as well. Dr. Angelo D’angelo comes into the General Manager’s office for a meeting between Veena Adams and StarrStan. He talks about the necessary requirements to bring The Visual Prophet back to Dynasty and how the “white devils” were taking advantage of him and his talents and treating him unjustly and how both him and Dr. Angelo D’angelo won’t stand for it any longer. All of them get into an argument before Impact barges in and talks about getting a PURE Championship rematch, which Dr. Angelo D’angelo is not pleased as they both begin to argue about what Impact has done in EAW and how Dr. Angelo D’angelo believes it’s because of white privilege and favoritism. Dr. Angelo D’angelo promises to get justice for Viz as he leaves from there. Riley McCray gets a victory in her in-ring return to EAW over Mike Murphy and Komatsu Ogawa. After that a vignette is shown advocating for the cancellation of the King of Elite tournament before it goes to the next match. Harper Lee gets a victory over Mary S. Atlas while The Blicky Boyz antagonize and make fun of them while Sierra Bradford keeps things in control at ringside. Lethal Consequences comes out to boast about his World Heavyweight Championship victory before it’s interrupted by Dray Fontana who comes out and calls the Champion out of touch. LC doesn’t take him seriously before Dray slaps the taste out of his mouth in which LC warns him to watch his back as he takes his leave. Xander Payne beats Maxwell to advance to Round 2 of the King of Elite tournament. Mr. DEDEDE comes out to talk about the presumption of how he’s failed and lost what he once had, but he states that they could not be farther from the truth. And that the only person that gets to say that is himself and you’ll remember that as the year passes. And in the main event the team of Andre Walker & Impact against Chris Elite & Dray Fontana ends in a no contest when Lethal Consequences abruptly interrupts to send a message to Dray and in turn ends in a stare off between the two as the recap ends from there)

(The camera then transitions to the World 1 Theatre as the virtual crowd begins to cheer loudly as the camera pans around the arena. Red and white pyro begins to burst out from the stage as it only excites the crowd even more as it transitions over to the commentary desk. Stew-O, Flannery McCoy, and Jake Mercer as always are seen as they begin to speak)

Stew-O: The road to King of Elite continues tonight ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Dynasty!

Flannery McCoy: Oh I just can’t wait thinking about it as we have a jam packed night full of action all for the people at home. As the King of Elite continues as we get done the Round 2 matches for Dynasty this week in which Jake Smith goes against MITSUBACHI and Xander Payne goes against Donovan Duke where the winners will face off against one another next week to determine who will be representing Dynasty in the King of Elite finals!

Jake Mercer: Are you forgetting the main event??? With our inevitable World Champion, Lethal Consequences going up against that other Champion Andre Walker, I just can’t wait! Let’s get right onto the action holy shit I’m horny.

Stew-O & Flannery McCoy: :comeagain:

Jake Mercer: Hi.

(La Guayaba by Riccie Oriach  starts playing throughout the arena as SEBAS makes his way from out of the curtain and onto the stage. He starts with the smile that we all know from SEBAS, but that smile quickly turns into a scowl, as he makes his way down the ramp, and into the ring. He grabs a microphone, and quickly turns to the hard camera.)

SEBAS: Last week, we saw the group of Insurrection take a stranglehold of Dynasty television to start off the new year. No one cared about what they had to say, but they decided to say it anyway. Much like the failed Insurrection attempt at our nations capitol building, this will see the same fate. Even with the cops on their side the fools in Washington couldn’t complete their Insurrection; and quite frankly the Insurrection group aren’t even that lucky. They have to cheat to win, they have to do every little thing to get their wins, and it’s pathetic. You don’t join groups so that you can show how good you are, you join groups in a last ditch effort to finally have an advantage. That’s all this group is, an unfair advantage due to the fact they feel they aren’t capable of getting the job done on their own. You see Limmy holding the PURE Championship, and I don’t think he deserves it. Someone that decides to behave in the way that he does, he doesn’t deserve it. I had that match against Donovan Duke won, and he had to do what Limmy does, and ruin everything due to his own insecurities. As a matter of fact all of them are nothing but insecure. They shouldn’t be known as Insurrection, they should be known as Insecurity.

(ME! By Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie abruptly starts blasting through the speakers as an annoyed Veena Adams walks out on stage)

Veena Adams: *sigh* Starr is busy and said I have to come out here; I wasn’t really paying attention, so what do you want?

SEBAS: I want revenge! I want to show those jerks that you can’t go messing around with peoples lives like that! I had that match won last week, and they don’t deserve to have any pride in what happened. I find it pathetic that they are going around here acting like the cock of the walk, and I want to knock them down a few pegs!

(Veena shakes her head baffled)

Veena Adams: I’m so confused, you’re out here saying you want cock, and to peg someone? What the fuck are you saying? Who are they? I don’t have time for this. Just say words, that mean something to me.

(SEBAS takes a deep breath and relaxes a bit)

SEBAS: Ok, Insurrection, I want revenge. I had Donovan Duke beat last week, and Limmy screwed me over. Whatever you got for me, I will take; I just want to give them some pay back for what they did.

Veena Adams: Oh ok. Um, well Limmy is PURE Champion right? I guess you can have a shot at the PURE Championship. Now get out of my ring, you’re clogging up the show.

SEBAS: Really??!

Veena Adams: YES OMG JUST LEAVE THE RING!

SEBAS: THANK YOU SO MUCH I WONT LET YOU DOWN!

Veena Adams: YOU CANT LET ME DOWN I HAVE NO EXPECTATIONS SHUT UP!

SEBAS: Seriously! This mean so much!

(Veena just rolls her eyes, and leaves the stage. SEBAS starts celebrating in the ring)

Stew-O: Well I guess we have a PURE Championship match coming eventually. She didn’t say when it will be but I’m assuming King of Elite.

Jake Mercer: Good for SEBAS. After last week I’m sure he was pretty angry about the whole thing; he can get his revenge; and put his money where his mouth is.

Flannery McCoy: We still have more exciting action coming at you here on Dynasty! Don’t go anywhere! OR ELSE!

(Commercial break)

(A commercial for the Jake Smith x Gordon Ramsay Kid Cuisine collab. It shows Jake attempting to make it as Gordon yells at him for putting it in for 30:00 when it’s supposed to be in there for 3:00)

(Dynasty fades in from commercial break as Stepie Love is shown in the ring.)

Jake Mercer: Welcome back to Dynasty, ladies and gentleman, Stephie Love is about to kick off our first match of the night!

Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SINGLES MATCH, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

(‘Can You Feel My Heart’ by Bring Me The Horizon begins to echo throughout the arena as Mary S. Atlas makes her walk onto the Dynasty stage for the first time in her career.)

Stephie Love: FIRST, WRESTLING OUT OF ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI! WEIGHING IN AT 125 POOOUUNNDDDSSSSSSSS! MAKING HER EAW DEBUT, MARRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ‘THE MISSOURI PRINCESSSSSSS’ ATLAASSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

(Mary Atlast begins to make her way down the ramp amidst a mixed reception, which quickly turns sour while ‘Pretty Boy Swag’ begins to replace the sound in the performance center. Johnny Airhart and all his swagger make their way onto the stage.)

Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT, ALSO MAKING HIS EAW DEBUT! WRESTLING OUT OF ATHERTON, CALIFORNIAAAAAA! WEIGHING IN AT 205 POOOUUNNNDDDDDSSSSSS!!!! JONNNNNNYYYYYY “RICHHHHH PRETTYYYYY BOYYYYYY” AIIIIIRRRRRRRRHHHHAAAAARRRTTTTT!!!

Flannery McCoy: This young man’s swagger and utmost confidence made him an exciting enquiry for Dynasty’s roster! Mary Atlas iron strong mindset will not allow her to bow to anyone, especially not to someone calling themselves “Rich Pretty Boy”! Both competitors have a tough test in front of them tonight, but a big win on EAW’s biggest stage will surely lead them in the right direction! They’re both looking for the quickest route to the top, and it’s through their opponent tonight!

Stew-O: These young bucks have shown us much promise as any of Dynasty’s fresh acquisitions and I have no doubt that both will find themselves becoming bright stars in no time! But only one can win their debut, this is going to be a war!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Flannery McCoy: Here we go! Mary Atlas looks for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Jonny Airhart manages to get under the charging Mary Atlas, taking her back, and wrestling her to the ground! Jonny looks to stomp on the head of Mary, who quickly rolls out of the way, and gets back to her feet. Jonny is now looking for the collar and elbow tie-up, but he sticks a nasty boot into the midsection of Mary, now laughing while Mary struggles to catch her breath! He comes off the ropes looking for a spinning ddt- but Mary avoids it, ducking under Jonny and firing back with a roundhouse kick!

Stew-O: What a roundhouse kick from Mary Atlas, Jonny is down to a knee on the canvas. Mary now with another attempted roundhouse on the skull of Jonny- who narrowly evades danger, and rolls out of the ring. Shouting for Mary to follow him to the outside-BUT MARY IS GOING TO COME OFF THE ROPES, SHE’S LOOKING FOR A SUICIDE DIVE! Jonny scurries out of the way and Mary is able to catch herself at the very last moment, what a turn of events early! Mary, now frustrated, slides under the bottom rope and chases Jonny around the ring. He slides into the ring, Mary follows-

Jake Mercer: Jonny Airhart drops himself with a senton but Atlas was able to telegraph it, and slide back out of the ring right in time! No water in the pool for Jonny, and Mary now on the apron! SHE SLINGS OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A  MODIFIED STINKFACE TO AIRHART! That slingshot stinkface from Mary Atlas, what athleticism! Now dragging Jonny into the corner, she’s going to go with the classic version this time! A RUNNING STINKFAC- NO! Jonny rolled out of the way and Mary slammed against the turnbuckles hard! Jonny now up to his feet, a quick thumb to the eye!

Stew-O: The referee didn’t see it! Clearly Jonny has no qualms about bending the rules to his advantage, and he stuns Mary with a jawbreaker! Mary is rattled AS JONNY COMES OFF THE ROPES WITH A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! TAKING MARY ATLAS DOWN TO THE CANVAS HARD! WOW, WHAT A MOVE FROM JONNY AIRHART, WHO GOES FOR THE COVER ON MARY ATLAS!

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Flannery McCoy: Kickout! Mary Atlas was able to power out of the magnificent moonsault from Jonny, though he’s not finished yet! He drags Mary by her hair back to her feet, Jonny looking for a snap suplex! He’s got Mary in the air but she drops a knee onto the skull of Airhart and he’s forced to drop her back to the canvas! Atlas fires off an enzeguiri, and it’s an airball as Jonny moves out of the way! Now it’s Jonny who comes off the ropes with a frankensteiner! Those headscissors sent Mary tumbling through the ropes and soaring to the ground! Now Airhart heads out to the apron, he’s looking for a moonsault on the outside! Climbing the turnbuckles, here he goes! HE LOOKS TO FLY- NO, MARY ATLAS WON’T LET HIM! She quickly gets onto the apron, trying to fight off this aerial attack!

Stew-O: Mary trying to pry Jonny off the turnbuckles, she wants to german suplex him on the apron! Jonny fighting desperately to keep his grip, MARY WITH AN ENZEGUIRI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! ATLAS WITH A FILTHY KICK TO THE BACK OF JONNY’S SKULL! NOW SHE GRABS A  HOLD OF AIRHART, GERMANNNNNN SUPLLEEXXXXXX ON THE APRONNN!!! HOLY HELL! SHE JUST DROPPED THE HEAD AND NECK OF JONNY ON THE WOODEN APRON, HE CRUMBLES TO THE FLOOR IN A HEAP!

Jake Mercer: Mary Atlas now on the outside, tracking down Jonny Airhart. Shoving Airhart into the barricade, strong punches to the face! Now Mary scoops Jonny up, she wants to put an exclamation point on her debut match! Atomic drop from Mary Atlas! AND SHE FOLLOWS UP WITH A DISCUSS ELBOW TO THE JAW OF JONNY! What a sequence from Mary Atlas, who drops Jonny Airhart to the floor with that vicious elbow! Mary trying to drag Jonny back into the ring to capitalize on this momentum! She finally manages to haul his broken body into the ring, sliding in after him, she’s got victory in her sights! Sh-

Flannery McCoy: JAWBREAKER! JAWBREAKER FROM AIRHART AS HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM! NOW BACK TO HIS FEET, HE CHARGES WITH A SPINNING DDT THAT PLANTS THE SKULL OF MARY ATLAS ON THE CANVAS! WHAT A MOVE FROM JONNY, WHO HAD MARY FOOLED LONG ENOUGH TO STRIKE, AND STRIKE WITH LETHAL FORCE AT THAT! JONNY NOW, QUICKLY LAUNCHES HIMSELF WITH A STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! WHAT ATHLETICISM FROM THIS YOUNG BUCK! HE WON’T GIVE HER ANY ROOM TO REST, JONNY TRANSITIONS TO THE SURFBOARD SUBMISSION!

Jake Mercer: STRETCHING THE BODY OF MARY ATLAS, JONNY IS LOOKING TO END IT RIGHT HERE! MARY TRYING TO CLAW HER WAY TO THE BOTTOM ROPE, THE SQUEEZE IS ONLY GETTING TIGHTER! JONNY AIRHART IS ON THE VERGE OF A SUBMISSION VICTORY, BUT MARY IS ALMOST AT THE ROPES! SHE’S THE- NO, JONNY DRAGS HER BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING! WAIT, MARY ATLAS WITH AN UPKICK TO THE JAW OF JONNY! ANOTHER ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM MARY ATLAS! NOW CLOTHESLINING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE, BUT JONNY AIRHART HANGS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, AND GETS ONTO THE APRON! LOOK AT MARY ATLAS, SHE SPRINGS OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A STINGING DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF JONNY AIRHART, SENDING HIM CRASHING DOWN TO THE FLOOR! WHAT A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

Stew-O: MARY ATLAS, SHE’S THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, SHE WANTS TO FINISH THIS MATCH WITH A BANG! COMING OFF THE ROPES AGAIN AND LAUNCHING HERSELF TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TO JONNY AIRHART! TOPPLING THE “RICH PRETTY BOY” WITH THAT SPECTACULAR DIVE! MARY NOW ROLLING HIM BACK INTO THE RING AS SHE ASCENDS THE TURNBUCKLES! SHE’S CLIMBING TO THE TOP ROPE, SHE WANTS TO FLY ONE MORE TIME! ‘FLYING LIKE A PHOENIX’ COULD BE IN AIRHARTS NEAR FUTURE! HERE SHE GOES- WHAT THE HELL?!?

Flannery McCoy: JONNY SPRINGS UP THE TURNBUCKLES TO THE TOP ROPE, WHAT THE HELL, GRABBING MARY IN A SUPLEX POSITION! HE’s GOING TO SUPERPLEX HER OFF THE TOP! HE’S TRYING TO YANK HER OFF THE TOP BUY MARY HOLDING THE ROPE WITH EVERY OUNCE OF POWER SHE’S GOT! MARY ATLAS WITH NASTY ELBOWS ON THE TOP ROPE, JONNY AIRHART IS BEING STUNG WITH THESE ELBOWS, AND HE FALLS BACK TO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP! HE FElL HARD FROM THE TOP ROPE, NOW MARY ATLAS SEES HER CHANCE AT VICTORY, LOADING UP ONCE AGAIN! HERE IT COMES! FLYIIIIIING LIKE A PHOENIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!!!! THAT HUGE SWANTON OFF THE TOP ROPEl, SHE NAILED IT, SURELY THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! MARY GOES FOR THE COVER ON AIRHART!!!

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Stew-O: KICKOUT! JONNY KICKED OUT! HE’S STILL IN THIS MATCH! MARY CONNECTED CLEANLY WITH THAT ‘FLYING LIKE A PHOENIX’ YET STILL, AIRHART IS IN THIS STILL! WHAT A DEBUT MATCH FOR BOTH! BUT MARY ATLAS KNOWS SHE CAN’T STOP NOW, SHE’S ON THE CUSP OF A MAJOR VICTORY! SHE’S EYEING AN ‘EMERGENCY’ SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! THAT WILL SURELY END THIS MATCH! SHE SIGNALS THE END IS NEAR, MARY OFF THE ROPES-  WHAT THE HELL?!?

Jake Mercer: JONNY PLUCKED HER OUT OF MID-AIR, HE’S GOT HER BACK! DOUBLE HAMMERLOCK INVERTED SLAM!!!!! HE DUMPED MARY ON HER FACE! WHAT A BRILLIANT COUNTER FROM JONNY AIRHART! NOW PICKING HER UP AND SETTING HER UP FOR ‘THE CASH MAKER’!!!! HE SHAKES HIS HIPS (pause), ABOUT TO DELIVER THE REVERSE BULLDOG! NO, MARY ATLAS SHOVES HIM AWAY, AND CLATTERS HIS JAW WITH A SUPERKICK!!!!! ‘ACCIDENT BY PRINCESS’ LANDS ON THE MARK, AND IT PUTS JONNY ON THE MAT! She stumbles back into the corner, trying to collect herself, this could be her moment! This could be her time to shine!

Flannery McCoy: MARY’S LOOKING FOR ‘LOST IN PARADISE’! THAT RUNNING HIGH KNEE THAT’LL SHUT OUT THE LIGHTS OF JONNY AIRHART FOR GOOD! HERE SHE GOES, SHE’S GOT HIM IN HER SIGHTS! SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF, KNEE FLYING FORWARD-  NO, JONNY MANAGES TO SIDESTEP HER, HE TOOK THE BACK AND HAS WRIST CONTROL! HE SPINS HER OUT AND TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH A RIPCORD LARIAT! WOW! WHAT A MOVE FROM JONNY! ANOTHER MAGNIFICENT COUNTER, NOW MARY’S IN DEEP TROUBLE!

Stew-O: JONNY GOING FOR YET ANOTHER RIPCORD LARIAT, HE WANTS TO STAMP HIS NAME ON A FANTASTIC PERFORMANCE! ONE MORE TIME FOR AIRHART! WHAT THE HELL!!??!?! AEKAKKALLLELELSPO!!!! SHE DUCKED UNDER THE LARIAT, CAME OFF THE ROPES AND HIT A RUNNING KNEE TO HIS SPINE! A RUNNING KNEE TO THE BACK OF JONNY, THIS COULD BE THE LAST BURST MARY ATLAS NEEDS! GOING FOR THE EMERGENCY CUTTER ONE MORE TIME!!!!! MARY ATLAS TELLING THE CROWD TO GET TO THEIR FEET, HERE SHE GOES!!!! OFF THE ROPES, MARY ATLAS WITH A SPRIN-

Jake Mercer: AKWOKAKAO NO!!!!! JONNY CAUGHT HER ONCE AGAIN AND DROPPED HER HEAD FIRST TO THE CANVAS WITH A SITOUT PILEDRIVER!!!! HE DROPPED HER WITH A PILEDRIVER, RATTLING THE SPINE AND SKULL OF MARY ATLAS, WHO’S DOWN AND OUT THIS TIME!!! THAT COULD BE ALL SHE WROTE!!!! JONNY HEADS TO THE TOP ROPE, HE WANTS TO TOUCH THE HEAVENS AS HE BRINGS HELL TO MARY ATLAS!!!!! HERE HE GOES, JONNY AIRHART IS GOING TO FLY!!!!!! ‘MAKING THE MONEY’ 630 SENTONNNNNNNNN CONNECTS!!!! THAT 630 SENTON CONNECTED TO MARY ATLAS, WHO JUST TOOK HER LAST BREATH, THAT’S IT, THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!!! JONNY COVERS MARY ATLAS ONE LAST TIME!!!!

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(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER JONNY “THE RICH PRETTY BOY” AIIIRRRRRRHHHAARRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Jake Mercer: Wow! Just wow! What a match between these two warriors. Win or lose, a debut couldn’t have gone any better. We’ve just seen the birthing of two future stars in EAW, these two prospects are going places on Dynasty. Big places. What a match we’ve just seen to kick off tonight’s episode.

Flannery McCoy: Couldn’t have said it better myself, Jake. Mary may have lost but oh my lord, she showed the world that she not only belongs in EAW, but she’s going to give some of it’s best a run for its money! What an amazing showing tonight, I can only hope she doesn’t hold her head because she’s the furthest thing from a loser.

Stew-O: Agreed completely but only one could reign supreme tonight, and it was Jonny Airhart! A successful EAW debut and a match that’ll be hard pressed to top! A fantastic debut and first impression from Airhart, who despite all his arrogance, proved that he’s the real deal!

Jake Mercer: Deadass!

Flannery McCoy: Oh, Jake. How many times do I have to tell you, you’re not hip!

Jake Mercer: Keep hatin the grind, big homie!

Flannery McCoy: Lord….Either way, huge congratulations to both on a clinical debut and awesome first impression on this brand! Thank you for sticking with us folks, Dynasty will be back with more action momentarily!

(Jonny celebrates on the turnbuckles as Mary Atlas sulks on the ramp, shaking her head in disappointment. Dynasty fades to commercial break.)

(A commercial for Ohio, the worst state, starring Kid Ohio)

(As Dynasty’s broadcast opens back up to the inside of the World 1 Arena, “Gimme More” by Britney Spears begins to play throughout the Arena PA system, the fans in attendance giving a polite pop for “Rad” Riley McCray as she struts out onto the stage, dressed in full-ring gear for her match set to take place in just a few minutes.)

Stew-O: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty, ladies and gentlemen, where tonight, we’re joined by “RAD” Riley McCray here in the World 1 Arena, not long before she is set to compete in her second EAW match since her return!

Flannery McCoy: I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m sure as hell excited to get another look at what she has to offer. Riley McCray was arguably one of REVOLT!’s biggest stars before the company merger, and it’s great that we in EAW get to see for ourselves just how impressive this young woman is.

Jake Mercer: MEH. Not at all impressed, to be honest with you both. Sure, that triple threat last week was cool, but how much of that was thanks to Riley’s mid-offense and not Komatsu’s in-ring genius?!

Flannery McCoy: :skip: She walked away with the victory, Jake. You said so yourself that she couldn’t have written a better return herself! That she was going to be involved in some of the most memorable matches of the coming year, hello?

Jake Mercer: I don’t remember saying that at all! But I’ve been experiencing a lot of that lately actually…

Stew-O: Care to elaborate?

Jake Mercer: On god, sometimes it feels like I’m not even in control of the things I say half the time. It’s almost like…someone is…typing the words out on their own, dictating everything that comes out of my mouth, and I have no choice but to say what they write down–wait, you mean you guys don’t feel that way, ever? Just me?

Flannery McCoy: Literally just you.

Stew-O: Lay off the numb-numb juice, Jake. I told you to stop drinking that stuff Deadprez and Kirkland keep giving you.

Jake Mercer: :noah:

(Riley hoists herself up onto the apron using the ring ropes, staring out into the virtual crowd with a wide smile before slipping beneath the bottom rope. The audience continues to cheer as “Gimme More” fades out while Riley kneels down for a microphone from the timekeeper’s station. She then leans up against the nearest turnbuckle corner, making herself comfortable while throwing one arm up over the ropes in her corner before raising the mic to her lips).

Riley McCray: Hey, y’all. I’m a little ahead of schedule, I know. But I thought it was important that I come out here and apologize for what went down last week. See, I didn’t introduce myself properly, didn’t really get the chance to let you know what exactly to expect from me, thanks to a certain someone who had the audacity to claim aloud that she “doesn’t even know who I am.”

(Riley lowers her mic a moment, shaking her head while she giggles to herself. She adjusts the snapback atop her head, trying to contain her amusement, before she continues.)

Riley McCray: I’ll address sis and her delusion in a bit. But since I mentioned her, I can’t say I’m surprised a woman like Veena Adams found herself in these sort of positions over the years: Voltage Co-Commissioner. Dynasty Co-General Manager. Not like I’m a fan of her work or nothing, but I’m familiar. I had to be, once news of the merger broke following my departure from REVOLT!. Lowkey kinda miss that place, even if EAW headquarters is a shorter drive from home now. :wow: So, it’s good to see a few familiar faces out here. Kassidy Heart. Sienna Jade. Ms. Extreme. Malcolm Jones. Xander Payne, I see y’all, out here doing your thing. It’s just a bit of a shame so many members of my graduating class didn’t break out and make it big in Elite Answers Wrestling like you guys managed to. Three years later, all those big names, future stars with all the hype in the world, and all REVOLT! has to show for itself after what we made is no more than a handful of talent that managed to keep up. Gotta say I’m a little…disappointed. REVOLT! was supposed to be the company that went against the grain, that shook the entire foundation of the industry. Gave the business something it was desperately missing. But damn near all the Freeweights I was working with either fell off the face of the earth or skipped off into some other dominion, and the ones that survived post-merger are for the most part, lost in the shuffle. No longer standing out due to their recency bias in favor of most of them. And even with all that excitement surrounding y’all back then, the majority of you couldn’t capitalize on the opportunities presented to you, hardly knew what to do with yourself once EAW opened its doors to you, for a long, long, long time. I don’t think I need to name names. But I won’t make that same mistake, nope, not me. That’s a guaran-damn-tee. What you saw last week, while pretty rad, wasn’t even a full representation of what I got going on. Might have been out of the business for two, almost three years, but I haven’t changed, I’m still very much the same woman who’s capable of inserting herself right in the middle of this woman’s division without so much as breaking a sweat. Wait, I take that back. CORRECTION! I HAVE changed, only to become much better than I EVER was once before.

(The audience applauds her, excited to see what else “Rad” Riley McCray can bring to the table within EAW’s women’s division. She stands up straight from her turnbuckle corner and slowly repositions herself at the center of the ring, staring out into the virtual audience as she continues to speak.)

Riley McCray: And that brings me back ‘round to Veena Adams, self-proclaimed “wrestling royalty,” but ol’girl can’t be bothered to show some appreciation for the sickest, most radical chick in the business today. We can go over my time in REVOLT!, while somewhat short, it was still revolutionary–revolutionary enough for EAW to reach out and offer me a contract, like, duh, bish, that’s exactly who I am, just to give you an idea. But you and everybody else is going to find out soon enough what I’m made of, one way or another. It’s nobody’s fault but yours, Veena, if you’re foolish enough to neglect a massive talent such as myself. Rumor has it, though, that this is just what you do. Isn’t it? Constantly ignoring and talking down to the women on your OWN roster, berating women and the progress we’ve made in wrestling EVERY chance you get, and for what? You’re a lame for that, a no good, selfish, self-hating loser who I hope one day, I might be lucky enough to tell you exactly how I feel about you, straight to your face. Let this be a direct message to anyone who still “doesn’t even know who I am.” I’m going to be the woman that shakes the foundation, that rebels against the norm, and lights a fire under the asses of each and every last person in this business that I eventually cross paths with. I’m “Rad” Riley McCray, I ain’t come here to play, and one day, you’re gonna know that I mean every last damn word that I sa–

(“ME!” by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie begins to play throughout the World 1 Arena, cutting Riley off just as the crowd had started to get behind her. The positive reception for Riley from the virtual audience quickly cuts to a chorus of boos as Veena Adams steps out onto the stage, glaring straight at Riley as she immediately proceeds down the ramp.)

Stew-O: Can’t say that I’m surprised to learn that Veena, naturally, doesn’t appreciate a single word that’s come out of Riley’s mouth, hence the interruption here this evening.

Jake Mercer: Did you even HEAR what Riley was saying? If I were Veena, I’d share the same sentiment. As a matter of fact, I DO! All that Veena has done to enhance the EAW product, to eliminate the threats that some of these unworthy wenches pose to EAW’s women’s division, and for Riley to undermine that entirely? To insist that Veena has been acting SELFISHLY all this time?!

Flannery McCoy: Ehhh, you have a bit of a point, Jake. Since coming to Dynasty, Veena has showcased just how adamant she is about making Dynasty recognized as EAW’s flagship brand. But…I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t unnecessarily harsh on some of her own talent.

Jake Mercer: And you would be, too, if you had a name and a legacy to uphold while your ungrateful employees can’t seem to do anything but complain about the hard work she’s been doing for half a season! Someone has to wear the pants in this co-General Managerial team, and Veena has the balls to do so!

(Just as Jake finishes his last sentence, Veena has successfully reached ringside, entering the ring through the middle rope. She circles around Riley before going straight over to the timekeeper’s area, keeping a close eye on The Radical as she demands a microphone be placed in her palm. “ME!” dies down just as she brings the microphone to her mouth, positioning herself a comfortable distance from Riley in the center of the ring, shaking an aggressive finger as she winds herself up to address one of her newest and brazen talents.)

Riley McCray: Looks like it’s my lucky day! Guess I’ll have a chance to talk my shit sooner than I thought. :wow:

Veena Adams: 🙄 Out of all the dribble that poured out of that wide ass mouth of yours, Ripley–

Riley McCray: Riley.

Veena Adams: Yeah, whatever, my favorite had to be your comment about just how “ReVoLuTiOnArY” of a woman you consider yourself. Who the fuck takes one good look at a trashy bitch like you and thinks you’re capable of doing a single thing that’s helpful to women’s wrestling? You’re no better than any one of the notorious Freeweights you mentioned: sniveling, entitled, and overvalued cunt rags that think for some reason, the world needs to bow at their feet because they impressed the shit tier of wrestling politicians. I can recognize talent when I see it, don’t get me wrong. The problem is that I don’t see any in front of me. Granted, the average woman really ISN’T shit, but I can’t believe you’re standing inside of MY ring, claiming that YOU’RE going to be the woman to reshape the women’s division EAW has built with NO thanks to your worthless ass. As if you didn’t get fucked by the Jaded Whores. Like you didn’t get rekk’d by that snake Lexi Sheckler. And then to claim that your Freeweights that stuck around have just gotten “lost in the shuffle” since signing to EAW? Despite how much I hate those bitches, even I’m not THAT oblivious. Kassidy Heart and Sienna Jade are some of the most decorated female Elitists in EAW, perhaps of all time. Even Raven Roberts is a former World Champion, a staple in intergender wrestling in her own right, despite my own feelings of disdain for that bird-brained dumbass. Cumille is…well, she’s hanging in there. And those women all stood out INSTANTLY once Uncle Ryan obtained the rights to their names and likenesses. Whatever little inkling of relevancy you mustered up in that low-budget organization cannot compare to a SINGLE thing any ONE of these women have done in the time you spent away. Nobody gives a fuck about Rocky McCray and her lame ass comeback attempt. Especially not me–

Riley McCray: Riley.

Veena Adams: That’s what I said, Rabies. Why should I worry at all about you? Why should I care if some other low-life, flash-in-the-pan skank like you is brought onto MY brand? You’ll be out of here in a few months, guaranteed. I’m not impressed. Nor am I surprised to find out that another hormonal floozy takes my business as General Manager personally. Our hiring department really needs to get their shit together, and fast, because bitches like you don’t last in this industry, ESPECIALLY not a brand like MINE. You may have won your debut match last week, but it only gets harder from here, because this is a cutthroat business. The people in this company who know what the hell they’re doing are going to look at you and see a piece of prey, someone they can chew up and spit out, and get an easy fucking victory over. You’re absolutely NOTHING, and I really want you to fully understand and accept that. So, save the tough girl act for someone you might actually get away with intimidating, ‘cause it sure as hell won’t be me.

Riley McCray: This might come as a surprise to you, Veena, but I don’t need to validate myself to you. Like, at all. You can feel however it is you want to feel about me, about my in-ring ability, about my reasons for competing, or about the way I carry myself. That’s not going to stop me from aspiring to be one of the greatest this business has to offer. I don’t do this for you, nor for anyone else. And there is no “tough” act, bish. Nothing about this is an act. I’m just the embodiment of all the hardship and experiences throughout my life that have shaped and molded me into the gnarly ass woman that I am today. And I’ll be more than willing to give you a demonstration, if you’re willing and able to withstand one, that is.

(With her last sentence, Riley takes a big step forward, leaving only a few inches between herself and Veena. The audience cheers excitedly, showing some appreciation for Riley’s boldness. Riley raises her eyebrows with a smirk, and Veena, uncomfortable with how close she’s gotten to a ruffian like Riley, takes two small steps backwards before she begins to speak once more.)

Veena Adams: Get the fuck over yourself, you gross little creep. You and your unresolved daddy issues have no place in the ring, or on an EAW camera, and while I’m sure your beautiful rise of the underdog redemption story might have been super entertaining once upon a time, it won’t be here. Not on Dynasty. Dynasty is my show, like literally, okay, and you got no future on my brand. I always do what’s best for my brand, and that especially includes ignoring cum receptacles like yourself, as there are MUCH more important things for me to be spending my time on. Don’t know how things were run back on REVOLT!, nor do I give a shit, but over here, we don’t have any time for whiny, overhyped, emotionally unstable fuck ups like yourself, so I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you, Ramsey.

Riley McCray: It’s RILEY, bitch.

Veena Adams: Correct me again and I will break your stupid ugly face.

Riley McCray: Not if I break yours first.

Veena Adams: You wouldn’t dare–

(Riley, much to Veena’s surprise, does in fact, dare. Riley punches Veena square in the nose, with a set of brass knuckles worn around her fingers. The virtual audience in the World 1 Arena goes ballistically apeshit as they watch Veena fall backwards, stunned as she lands flat on her non-existent ass. She checks her nose for blood, fingertips now bloody, as she looks down at her hands in shock.)

Veena Adams: (off-mic) YOU FUCKING BITCH, MY NOSE!

(Riley raises her fist to her face, looking down at the brass knuckles worn on her fingers before planting them with a kiss. She smiles down at Veena as she watches her panic at the edge of the ring, Riley’s eyes widening at the sight of her general manager’s blood just as “Gimme More” starts back up.)

Jake Mercer: Jesus Christ, good Gawd almighty! She might call those ‘knucks the “punch line,” but there isn’t a SINGLE thing funny about the assault we just witnessed on one of Dynasty’s co-General Managers! Riley’s going to come to regret this one day!

Flannery McCoy: Don’t think so, Jake. From the looks of it, Riley is ECSTATIC about what she’s just done in that ring–and based on what I know about her, she’s not the type to second guess herself. Serves Veena right, if you ask me.

Stew-O: As unfazed as Riley may seem right now, we all know just how strong the grudges Veena holds can be. Something tells me this won’t be the last bitter exchange between these two, but I sure look forward to seeing what becomes of this altercation!

(Riley walks up slowly to Veena who cowers against the ropes, gripping tightly onto her nose with both hands as blood begins to seep through her fingers, staining her designer skirt. The camera catches Riley as she extends a helping hand to Veena, looking to help her up off the ground. Veena looks onward in confusion, furrowing her brow as she tries to make sense of Riley’s offer.)

Riley McCray: (off-mic) Now, if you don’t mind, Veena…I have a match coming up next.

(With a bloody hand, Veena slaps Riley’s hand out of her face and pulls herself up with the ring ropes, hurriedly escaping the ring as Riley backs into her turnbuckle corner once again, crossing her Jordan’s in front of her and giving Veena a small wave. Our final shot before Dynasty cuts to commercial is of Veena Adams walking backwards up the ramp, still fuming at the cheap shot delivered to her, and no doubt concocting plans to put Riley McCray in her place, once and for all.)

(A commercial for the Elite Answers Wrestling YouTube channel where this week their showcasing 2020’s best matches. Such as Drake King vs. Vic Venom, Archimedes J. Manson vs. Felix Hartley vs. Kai Zolomon, and Nina Bravo vs. Jalyn Garcia, all amazing matches :wow:)

(The camera pans to the ring as “Gimme More” by Britney Spears is playing in the background. Riley McCray, already in her corner, is preparing for her match after her previous altercation with Veena Adams as she has a smile on her face full of satisfaction as the camera cuts over to Stephie Love standing at the center of the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…ONE FALL!!

Virtual Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Stephie Love: Already in the ring! Hailing from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 126 pounds…”RAD” RILEY MCCRAY!!!

Stew-O: “Rad” Riley McCray has recently returned to the scene here in EAW and while this is a different landscape than when she left it, Riley is certainly adapting fast after scoring a victory over Komatsu Ogawa and Mike Murphy.

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, but Riley needs to be careful in a sense here on Dynasty. She may wanna watch who she makes friends and enemies out of and Veena Adams is one person you don’t wanna make an enemy out of here.

(Riley stays stood in the ring as “Demi Gods” by Lab Rats and Slim Jim replaces “Gimme More” and the Fallen Angel makes his entrance to a good reaction from the crowd.)

Stephie Love: And her opponent! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 240 pounds…HE IS THE FALLEN ONE…THE FALLEN ANGEL!!!

Stew-O: Fallen Angel is a new face that’s shown up here on Dynasty recently! And recently he unfortunately came up short in round one of the King of Elite tournament.

Jake Mercer: Yeah, but now’s the time for Fallen Angel to make up for that loss and get some momentum back on his side by derailing the momentum of Riley McCray.

(Both competitors settle in the ring for this matchup as the referee signals for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: THERE’S THE BELL AND THIS MATCH IS UNDERWAY WITH BOTH COMPETITORS THROWING SHOTS AT EACH OTHER! But Fallen Angel gets the advantage and he has Riley leaning on the ropes. Fallen Angel bounces her off! BUT RILEY SLIDES UNDERNEATH THE LEGS OF FALLEN ANGEL AND HOOKS HIM BY BOTH ARMS FOR A POSSIBLE FULL NELSON! BUT RILEY OPTS TO TURN IT INTO A DRAGON SUPLEX…THAT GETS DENIED BY FALLEN ANGEL WHO HOLDS HIS WEIGHT DOWN ON RILEY AND SLIPS BEHIND HER!

Jake Mercer: RILEY GETS BROUGHT UP FOR A BACK SUPLEX THAT PLANTS HER DOWN ON THE CANVAS! Angel seems to have the downed Riley where wants her and runs off the ropes- BUT RILEY TURNS TO HER STOMACH, FORCING ANGEL TO JUMP OVER HER! NOW ANGEL COMES OFF THE ROPES ONCE MORE AND TIME RUNS INTO A DROPKICK FROM RILEY MCCRAY! Now Fallen Angel retreats to the corner to get some space and Riley is right on his heels. AND A THUNDEROUS KNIFE EDGE CHOP BY RILEY MCCRAY IS HEARD THROUGHOUT THE WORLD 1! NOW ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! Riley Reed is rollling and she drags Fallen Angel to the middle of the ring for a quick snap Suplex! RILEY WITH AN EARLY PINFALL ATTEMPT!

ONNNNEEEE-

Flannery McCoy: FALLEN ANGEL IMMEDIATELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Riley now quickly pounces on Angel with blows right to the head! Fallen able to cover up fairly well and push Riley off! RILEY GOES AFTER AN ANGEL WHO’S GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET! BUT HE CLAPS BACK WITH A HEADBUTT! RILEY IS DAZED AND GETS LIFTED ATOP OF ANGEL’S SHOULDERS! But Riley is fighting out of it with elbows to the side of the head! Angel has no choice but to drop to one knee. RILEY ATTEMPTS TO RUN OFF THE ROPES HERSELF, BUT SHE GETS GRABBED BY THE WAISTBAND OF HER TIGHTS BY FALLEN ANGEL! AND NOW SWINGING GUTBUSTER TAKES ALL THE AIR OUT OF RILEY MCCRAY! You see the desperate struggle to breathe after that gutbuster!

Stew-O: Riley does have some of that wherewithal in her and you can tell as she rolls to the outside. Smart move, definitely isn’t looking to be pinned by Fallen Angel here. That may not be avoidable for far longer, however, Fallen Angel has followed Riley to the outside. He attempts to throw her back into the ring, but she manages to block that from happening! Riley now with shots to the body of Fallen Angel! But Angel absorbs the blows to slam Riley down face first on the ring apron! NOW RILEY GETS CHUCKED INTO THE BARRICADE THAT RATTLES THE PLEXIGLASS!!

Jake Mercer: FALLEN ANGEL SLIDES BACK IN THE RING! Riley McCray has no idea what awaits as she recovers on the outside, FALLEN ANGEL CHARGES OFF THE ROPES…SUICIDE DIVE…SIDESTEPPED! RILEY MCCRAY SIDESTEPPED IT AT THE VERY LAST MINUTE, FALLEN ANGEL IS THE ONE WHO GOES CRASHING INTO THE PLEXIGLASS THIS TIME AND HITS HEAD FIRST! RILEY MCCRAY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THE OPPORTUNITY THAT PRESENTS ITSELF AND SENDS FALLEN ANGEL BACK INTO THE RING! ANGEL ATTEMPTS TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET BUT IS IMMEDIATELY ON THE RECEIVING END AND PLANTED WITH A HALF NELSON FACEBUSTER FROM RILEY MCCRAY! RILEY HOOKS THE LEG!

ONNNNEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWOOOOOOOOO!!

TH-

Flannery McCoy: FALLEN ANGEL IS STILL HANGING IN THERE! Riley responds with repeated stomps on the downed Fallen Angel. He gets to his feet and gets put in a big amount of pain by Riley who locks on the abdominal stretch. That move can put Fallen Angel to bed right. Riley is just contorting the body! Fallen Angel is trapped in the clutches and really doesn’t have anywhere to go. BUT HE BREAKS OUT OF THE HOLD WITH A HIP TOSS! Riley springs back to her feet, favoring that back! STEP UP ENZIGURI BY FALLEN ANGEL AND RILEY GOES STUMBLING IN THE CORNER! FALLEN ANGEL USES THE MIDDLE ROPE TO HIS ADVANTAGE FOR A STEP UP KNEE STRIKE THAT CATCHES RILEY RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN! RILEY COMES OUT THE CORNER AND FALLEN ANGEL CLIMBS HIS WAY TO THE TOP ROPE!

Stew-O: ANGEL CRASHES DOWN ON RILEY WITH A HUGE CROSSBODY! ANGEL HOOKS THE LEG!

ONNNEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWOOOOO-

Stew-O: RILEY KICKS OUT! Both competitors spring up! CLOTHESLINE FROM RILEY…GETS CAUGHT AND TURNED INTO THE NATURAL COLLAPSE! EVENFLOW DDT SPIKES RILEY ON HER HEAD AND WE COULD BE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE END HERE! Fallen Angel stays sizing Riley up…COLLAPSING STAR!!! …NO! RILEY BLOCKS THE CUTTER OF FALLEN ANGEL AND SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES!! BUT FALLEN ANGEL CATCHES HIMSELF ON THE APRON!

Flannery McCoy: Fallen Angel attempts to get back in the ring! RI-BUSTER!!! DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER TAKES FALLEN ANGEL OUT!! RILEY LOOKS TO COVER H-

(“ME” by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie plays over the PA and out comes Veena Adams who doesn’t look too happy with her formerly bloody nosed bandaged up causing Riley McCray to turn her attention over to Veena before-)

Flannery McCoy: COLLAPSING STAR!! THE CUTTER CONNECTS FROM FALLEN ANGEL AND THAT’S GONNA BE ALL SHE WROTE AS ANGEL HOOKS BOTH LEGS!!

ONNNNEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Demi Gods” by Lab Rats and Slim Jim plays over the speakers once more and Fallen Angel gets his hand raised in victory as Veena Adams smiles from the outside looking at the downed Riley McCray after costing her the match.)

Stephie Love: HERES YOUR WINNER…FALLEN ANGEL!!

Stew-O: Seems like you were write in Riley needing to watch who she makes enemies out of because her punch to the nose of Veena Adams seems to have ignited a little rivalry between these two.

Jake Mercer: To be fair, Riley did say she was looking to capture the attentions of Veena Adams and it looks like she finally has it…just not in the way she was expecting.

Flannery McCoy: Riley takes a loss to Fallen Angel who saw an opportunity and took it tonight. We’ll certainly be keeping a close on this feud between her and Veena as it advances over these next couple of weeks.

(The camera pans to see Fallen Angel walking up the ramp in victory after the match against Riley who is sat in the corner with anger in her eyes at Veena Adams who still stands on the ramp proud of her actions tonight.)

(A commercial advocating for a PG Rating for EAW in 2021 starring Drake King is shown, featuring Myles and Minerva as they invade the set and make out behind him)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!

Virtual Crowd: ONE FALL!!

(“La Guayaba” by Riccie Oriach hits as the virtual crowd erupts into cheers.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic weighing in at 205 pounds he is “Tropical Breeze” SEBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(SEBAS comes running out to the ring taking in the cheers from the crowd as he slides into the ring ready for action.)

Flannery McCoy: YES! It’s SEBAS! He’s the man!

Jake Mercer: Calm your titties Flannery. SEBAS lost last week! Cleanly! He is a loser!

Stew-O: Now hold it right there Jake. SEBAS may have lost last week but he was screwed out of the win over Donovan Duke by that son of a bitch Limmy! But SEBAS did not even let that stand! Nah he got that revenge in by costing Limmy his match as well! Ojo por ojo!

Jake Mercer: How immature! SEBAS should have just let Limmy get away with costing him his match and not done anything about it. That is what a real man would do.

Flannery McCoy: :comeagain:

(“I Fought the Law” by The Clash hits as Mike Murphy comes out to the ring looking angry and talking trash.)

Stephie Love: And his opponent from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in at 247 pounds he is “You Don’t Fuck With” MIKE MURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPHY!!!!

(Mike Murphy enters the ring and slaps the shit out of SEBAS.)

Stew-O: Oh shit we are getting started off quickly here!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Flannery McCoy: SEBAS retaliates with a slap of his own but Mike Murphy seems to like it. Murphy immediately goes in for another slap but SEBAS ducks it dropping low to grab the leg of Murphy. But Murphy grabs the arm of SEBAS yanking him back up to his feet. But SEBAS with a reversal yanking the arm around the back of Murphy’s shoulder yanking him down to the mat. Looking to get an armbar locked in. But Murphy reaches around with his other arm to pull his trapped arm free. Murphy escapes but SEBAS grappling him from behind on the mat. But Murphy rolls around to break free doing a somersault to get back to his feet. SEBAS rolls thru back to his feet as well as both competitors stare each other down across the ring. Murphy raising up his fists looking like he wants to throw down hard right here. SEBAS not backing down as he adjusts his ring gear and takes a fighting stance on the other side of the ring as well. These two look like they are about to collide something fierce right here in the ring as they begin to pace in circles watching each other carefully knowing the other can and will counter any attempt at offense that they launch. Both men carefully make it to the center of the ring for a classic rasslin’ grapple.

Stew-O: NO! SEBAS ducks beneath the arms of Mike Murphy going around behind him and slaps the back of Murphy’s head disrespectfully. The audacity of SEBAS! Murphy is pissed as he just stands there holding the ropes refusing to look at Murphy. He turns around but SEBAS is already flying off the ropes. Murphy ducks but catches the leg of SEBAS with his arm to trip him and cause SEBAS to land face first in the ring. Now Murphy running off the ropes, but SEBAS is back up! SEBAS with a Flying Crossbody! But Murphy catches him in a Horizontal position! Fallaway Slam! No! SEBAS leaps up onto the shoulders of Murphy and rolls over with a Sunset Flip! First fall of this match!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRR-

Jake Mercer: The kickout! Both men immediately back up as SEBAS controls the arm of Mike Murphy whipping him across the ring. Murphy reverses the whip but catches the arm of SEBAS as he comes back. Murphy tries to toss SEBAS by the arm but SEBAS cartwheels through! SEBAS with a handspring off the ropes before coming back and taking down Murphy with a Cutter! SEBAS off the ropes with a Springboard Moonsault! But Murphy with his knees up! He goes to the middle rope. Flying Guillotine Leg Drop connects! The cover!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRRRRRRR-

Flannery McCoy: Kickout by SEBAS as Mike Murphy smiles almost happy that the beatings can continue! Unlike last week this is not a King of Elite match so these competitors have nothing to lose! Murphy now stalking his opponent SEBAS as he slowly gets back up to his feet. He grabs him from behind hooking the arms but SEBAS throws him forward with a modified Snapmare and gets back to his feet. SEBAS goes in but gets kicked hard in the gut by Murphy! SEBAS on hands and knees as Murphy again grabs SEBAS from behind but Sebas sneaks out beneath the legs of Murphy and chops at his ankle! Murphy manages to maintain his footing and dodges the blows from SEBAS as both men are back up. SEBAS with a hard Elbow Smash catches a running Murphy right in the jaw taking him down. SEBAS takes the opportunity to rest up against the ropes as he regains his composure before continuing the match.

Stew-O: SEBAS grabs the head of Mike Murphy yanking him back up and connecting with a hard karate kick to the chest. Murphy grimaces in pain as he falls down to his knees. SEBAS showing no mercy as he pulls Murphy back up and does it again!

SEBAS: I’m gonna do it again. 👿

Jake Mercer: He does it again! SEBAS pulls Mike Murphy up and whips him across the ring… but the reversal! SEBAS runs in the opposite direction however ignoring the momentum from the Irish Whip reversal and rolls under the ropes to the apron. SEBAS taunts Murphy who is confused at where SEBAS has gone as he turns around and charges in. But SEBAS drops onto the apron and sends Murphy over the top rope to the outside! SEBAS runs the ropes… Suicide Dive through the middle rope to the outside! SEBAS grabs Murphy and tosses him back into the ring for a cover.

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: Mike Murphy somehow kicks out!!! SEBAS is shaken. But he looks to also be pleased that the match is continuing as he licks his lips in anticipation for the pain he is about to deliver to Murphy. SEBAS with a hard kick to the back of Murphy’s skull! SEBAS off the ropes as Murphy slowly gets back up only to take him down with a Hurricanrana!!! Murphy dizzied from that high flying maneuver right there as he stumbles back to his feet. SEBAS charged in but Murphy shoves him away nearly falling over himself in the process. SEBAS retaliates however with a Running Superkick knocking Murphy down to the mat with a big thud. SEBAS to the cover!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jake Mercer: Big kickout by Mike Murphy! Murphy back up as he locks up with SEBAS. Murphy immediately transitions behind SEBAS into a waist lock. He hits a Belly to Belly Suplex across the ring! SEBAS sent flipping across the ring like a ragdoll before crashing down holding his back in pain. Murphy not done yet as he pushes SEBAS’ face down hard into the mat with a Curb Stomp before mounting him from behind and obliterating him with a flurry of closed fist punches to the back of the head. SEBAS bleeding from the nose as Murphy rubs his face into the mat leaving a smear of red behind. The crowd not pleased by these brutal tactics by Murphy as he yanks SEBAS up by the hair.

Stew-O: PEACE AND QUIET!!! MIKE MURPHY CONNECTS WITH THE TORNADO KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!!! THE COVER!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: I can’t believe it! SEBAS somehow kicked out! How can this be? Mike Murphy cannot believe it! SEBAS kicked out of his devastating finisher!

Mike Murphy: I’ll fucking do it again!

Stew-O: PEACE AND QUIET! THIS TIME MURPHY WILL PUT SEBAS IN THE GROUND!

Jake Mercer: No! SEBAS dodged it! SCHRODINGER PARADOX!!! SEBAS WITH THAT DEVASTATING MANEUVER! THE COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… SEEEEEEEEEEEBASSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

(“La Guayaba” by Riccie Oriach hits as the virtual crowd cheers the victorious SEBAS.)

Flannery McCoy: He did it! Bah gawd SEBAS did it!

Stew-O: SEBAS getting that win in after his controversial loss last week. Getting that comeback in.

Jake Mercer: Well Mike Murphy did really good too. Great back and forth match that could have gone either way. Where the hell was Limmy?

Stew-O: Why would Limmy interfere in this match? Use your brain for once Jake.

Jake Mercer: How about I use your brain instead?

Flannery McCoy: Well you would have to use someone’s since you don’t have one.

(The camera cuts to a commercial featuring Kensingten Calhoun-Astor at the Capitol Building in Washington DC. She is shown crying after getting maced by a police officer having only made it a few steps inside the building.)

(The shot fades to the backstage area, Impact is seen making his way up and down the hall, yelling at employees.)

Impact: Do any of you know who I am? My time is extremely valuable, especially more so than the dwindling lifeforce of you cretins who slit your wrists doing these 9-5’s. You have one job and you can’t tell me where either StarrStan or Veena Adams are?  It’s a shame the ineptitude of all you shadows in the dark has to suck massive portions of my time away. Fucking morons.

Impact: Awarding that equivalent of filler content elitist a Pure title shot, disgraceful.

(Impact continues storming around the backstage area, angrily looking for either StarrStann or Veena Adams. Walking past tables, throwing food on the floor, and tipping over equipment, Impact is livid. He turns towards the camera, grabbing it away from the camera man.)

Impact: STARRSTAN! VEENA! I don’t know where the hell you are but find me, I’ve got to consult you on one of the seemingly many ill-advised and frankly moronic decisions you’ve made. One of which also being me, Impact, the man who can single handedly move EAW’s universal needle when I so choose to, who can flip this company on it’s head on a moment’s notice when I mash the button, not main eventing this show. Not being booked at all, in fact. Though there’s a more important matter, rather, blasphemous decision that we need to discuss. Find me.

(Impact tosses the camera back into the arms of the cameraman, storming off towards StarrStan’s office.)

Impact: Honestly? I’m the best, I’ve been at the top of my game, allowing EAW’s pendulum of talent to breathe when I so let it, and they’ve got the cancerous spine to give SEBAS a Pure title shot? Fucking joke. I have and will continue to work wonders for the Pure division by simply existing in it, and allowing it to feed off my presence, yet I’m tossed aside again, replaced by what? Who? Some undeserving cretin of tumultuous ups and downs but now thinks it’s his time to shine? One of many fools, SEBAS is nothing more than an error that I’m shortly going to correct.

(Impact continues to shout and threaten backstage workers.)

Impact: Not gonna happen, not again, not to me. These undistinguished and clinging to life that I provide competitors live in my shadow, and will continue to exist as only lumiance in my afterglow after that title is mine.

(Impact approaches StarrStans office.)

Impact: I don’t have to fight like I’m actually on the same leve;l of these flies and entertain this “step up and earn it” bullshit attitude. It’s naive and undermines who I am, what I’ve done, and what I’ll continue to do when I claim that Pure title for myself. The next shot is mine and nobody else’s.

(Impact lets out a deep breath, his more rounded and melted ice cream-esq physique taking a toll on him after his backstage rampage.)

(He arrives at StarrStans office and theatrically pushes the doors open.)

Impact: Star- Oh god, what are you doing in here again as if you even belong in this office?

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: Why am I not surprised, on any basis really? Firstly, you barge into the office of your superiors and expect zero consequence, much like the men and women you so stoutly claim to oppose, yet behave the exact same way. You were witness to terrorism upon the proclaimed capitol of the free world,  a terrorist act of which I’m sure you’ll condemn. Yet you feel it to be your place to march into wherever you please and step on anyone in your way to arrive at your destination. The default settings of a colonizer.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: The only difference is you’ll frown upon it when the cameras are on, yet won’t hesitate to step on the shoulders of Black culture and Black history when you grab onto the fruits of labor that were never yours, though will take anyone because you believe yourself to be entitled to it.

Impact: I’ll be sure to take the word of som-

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking, you classless vulture. Not only are you entitled to behave as a crook of Black culture, you also talk down to a Black man and tell him he’s not fit to  be in this same room with you. Whether you believe it be because it’s a general manager’s office and you’re still failing to accept the fact that I’m more knowledgeable, successful, educated, and acclaimed as a philanthropist than you or any of your cacausian proud boys will ever be, or it’s simply because you still hope my people exist under your boot, either way, it’s only a testament to the collection of revelations that paint you as the man you truly are.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: A culture snatching segregation loving beneficiary of the utmost White privilege, who’ll deny it to his grave, which will undoubtedly be as shallow as the man himself.

Impact: This again? Give it a rest, I’m here looking for a championship title shot, something you’d know absolutely nada about so yes, I’d suggest you go and find something else to do. Go steal more European history and continue to believe that because social media has some soft spot for your struggles that I do too. Flash all the degrees and academic awards you want to, if they’re even real, or you didn’t just “borrow” them from one of your “friends”, I don’t need any degree to tell me the effect I have on this division.

Impact: The Impact effect can’t be denied. It’s blatantly apparent and it always will be because I’m that damn good.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: As if your ignorance and underlying blue lives matter attitude didn’t reek of racism, you reek of several other shameful and truly demeaning traits. One of which being desperation. Desperate to believe that you are still who you claim to be, who you came in like Christopher Columbus claiming to be, EAW’s end all be all. The Pure divisions light at the end of the tunnel. In actuality none of that is or has been true for a long time now, and Dynasty’s moved on without you, ImpaKKKt.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: For example, making absolutely sure that The Visual Prophet’s contractual demands have been acknowledged, met, and even exceeded is lightyears more important than any matter Impact has been involved in over the past year, or matter Impact has tried to make himself a part of I should say. Drifting along the crevices of EAW’s system, gathering scum and fat along your waistline, you weakening rat with transparent hairline disease. The Visual Prophet’s more than a commodity, he’s powerful, highly sought after, intelligent beyond his years elitist who’s been spearheading this brand for months.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: A feeling you’ll never know again and it doesn’t take my degrees to figure that one out.

Impact: Shut the hell up and get out of my face.

Dr. Angelo D’angelo: Any matter even involving his name is of more importance than your entire career. I don’t even need t-

(Impact shoves Dr. Angelo D’angelo on the ground and scowls at him. Pointing a finger into the face of Dr. Angelo D’angelo from above him. Dr. Angelo D’angelo sctahingly looks back at Impact with fury in his eyes, the animosity between these two is only just coming to a head. Dynasty fades to commercial break as a shot of Impact leaving the office in disgust is shown.)

(A commercial for Staples starring Ronan Malosi as he pins pictures of feet to his wall)

(Dynasty’s broadcast cuts straight from ringside to a close-up shot of the inside of a closed locker room door. A few seconds pass, and the door swings open, the virtual audience beginning a round of cheers for the two-time Universal Women’s Champion, Serena Bennett. At first, she steps into the locker room with her usual smug smile worn on her face, the UWC belt hoisted over her shoulder–but her lighthearted demeanor changes quickly once she steps into the room fully.)

Serena Bennett: What…the…fuck….?

(A grim expression crawls along Serena’s face as she lowers the UWC belt on a nearby bench. Serena slowly looks around the entirety of the locker room, the camera turning to capture all that Serena’s can see: lining the walls of the women’s locker room are what appear to be hundreds of photos of Serena Bennett together with none other than Eris LeCava. Serena, stunned, slowly walks against the wall alongside the camera which takes the time to focus on a few photos at the focal point of the locker room:

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(Serena stares onward at the pictures, her mouth slightly hanging open as she takes a close look at each one, eyebrow furrowing as she tries her hardest to remember where these photos might have come from.)

???: Serena?

(Serena jumps in surprise, turning her head around briskly to find Eris wringing her hands in a corner of the locker room. Serena, slowly coming to grips with reality, turns her back to the photos on the wall and stares onward at Eris, folding her arms across her chest as she awaits an explanation.)

Eris LeCava: Baby…I’m so happy you’re here! I didn’t think you’d ever show. I was starting to get worried…

Serena Bennett: Eris, what the fuck is this?

(Eris walks up towards Serena, who takes a step back as a precaution and looks Eris up and down carefully. Eris can’t help but to chuckle at Serena’s reservation before she answers her question.)

Eris LeCava: Isn’t it obvious? This… (She uses both hands to gesture around at the photos lining the walls.) It’s our love story, Serena! I took all these pictures straight from our photo album at home, I thought you’d recognize them! See, this one– (She brushes past Serena to point at her photos.) This was the night we met! And here–this is when I asked you to be my girlfriend! 😍 I absolutely loved that outfit, too, you looked amazing–and look, this was us just a few weeks ago! Right before your title defense at Road to Redemption when you asked me to help you defend your title against Ms. Extreme and we vowed to become the greatest power couple in all of EAW history!

(Eris turns to Serena, watching her giddily as Serena only blinks.)

Serena Bennett: Eris…none of these fucking photos are real. I had never even met you before Road to Redemption, what the fuck are you talking about?

Eris LeCava: So, how do you explain the photos then, silly goose? 😛

Serena Bennett: …do you mean to tell me you…you fucking PHOTOSHOPPED yourself into MY PICTURES??? Jesus FUCKING Christ, Eris, who else has seen these?! How fucked up are you, forreal?!

Eris LeCava: God, you can be so silly sometimes, honey. Usually, I love your sense of humor, but honestly, I’m starting to worry about you, babe! :lupe: I was hoping that when you saw all these pictures, the memories would come rushing back to you! You’d remember how incredibly strong our relationship is and you’d finally stop putting on this farce and denying our love for each other! You know exactly who I am, Serena. I’m the love of your life! And that’s why I told you last week that I’d fix this. That I’d get to the bottom of your confusion and memory loss issues and I’d MAKE you love me again. This is just my first attempt, so if this doesn’t work, that’s okay! I have some other tricks up my sleeve that I’m CERTAIN will help you come back to reality!

(Serena turns her back to Eris, taking another few glances at the photos lining the wall. Unable to process the severity of Eris’ obsession, she shakes her head furiously and swiftly turns back around with a familiar fire in her eyes.)

Serena Bennett: Eris. Please get all this weird shit the fuck out my face. Or you ‘bout to make me do something I’m prolly gonna regret.

Eris LeCava: Serena, c’mon! There’s NO need for this at ALL, baby. I LOVE you. And I know that you love me, too. Just take a few moments to reminisce with me and it’ll all come flooding back to you, I’m sure of it. I still have, like, five more photo albums to go through, too, so once we finish here, we can take a look at those if necessary–

(Eris reaches out to grab Serena’s hand, but Serena pulls away forcefully.)

Serena Bennett: Eris, I’m dead serious. Take these fucking photos down and get them out of my sight. Throw them out, burn them, sell them, I don’t give a fuck what you do with them, forreal, but deadass, get them away from me. And I really don’t know how many more times you need me to tell me, you weird ass bitch, but get the fuck out of my life. I don’t fucking know who you are, nor will I EVER fucking want to. I try to be as sensitive as I possibly can to those with mental health issues, but bitch, this is beyond abnormal this is– (At a loss for words, she huffs, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips.) What the fuck is it you want, Eris? To confuse me? Get under my skin? Intimidate me? Manipulate me? Won’t fucking work. This has GOT to be the most outrageous tactic I’ve seen when it comes to tryna get one over on a bitch, if you wanted a match or an autograph or something, all you had to do was ask, damn. But you had to go on and on with all this psycho weird shit and frankly, I’ve had my fill of it. Keep this shit up, Eris, and I assure you, you’ll regret the day you ever decided to make me the object of your unwanted affection, that’s a fucking promise. I’m not the type of bitch you play games with, you hear me? Have you leaving this place hog-tied on a motherfuckin’ stretcher if I cross paths with you again, bitch, you WAY out of order.

(A defeated look is worn on Eris’ face while she listens to Serena finish her last sentence. She takes a deep breath before she mimics Serena’s stance, resting her hands on her hips, and holds her chin high in the air in preparation for her next declaration.)

Eris LeCava: Alright, Serena. I hear you loud and clear.

Serena Bennett: Thank fuckin’ god–

Eris LeCava: You’re going on timeout.

Serena Bennett: :skip: !!! Timeout?! Bitch, what–

Eris LeCava: Your attitude towards me the last few weeks has been fucking AWFUL. Normally, I try to be an understanding partner–something I’ve worked out in therapy–and give my partner all the reassurance that they need, because I understand that insecurities like these can really be a deal breaker in relationships. :wow: But I’ve been patient. I’ve been communicative. I’ve been doing my very best to help you work through this issue, but you won’t hear me out at all. And now you’re using violence to threaten me. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but the Serena I know wouldn’t say so many things to jeopardize her relationship.

Serena Bennett: Bitch, none of this applies considering we AREN’T ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED AT ALL!

Eris LeCava: I’ll ignore that. But moving forward, Serena, I’ll be withholding ALL of my affection from you until you quit trying to GASLIGHT me and put me through this unnecessary EMOTIONAL ABUSE! Yep, I learned all about setting healthy boundaries in psychotherapy, too! Whatever is triggering you and causing you to treat me this way, I WON’T allow it to happen anymore! I’m better than that! I did that in past relationships already before, and it wasn’t healthy! It was TOXIC! It ended horribly for me, and I don’t want us to end like that, Serena. I won’t allow it. The last thing I want is for us to become one of those notoriously toxic relationships that people on Twitter keep making memes out of and stuff. Our love is too pure for that!

Serena Bennett: Eris–

Eris LeCava: DON’T SAY ANYTHING! My mind is made up. You won’t be able to talk me out of this! Just trust me when I say that this is what’s best for our relationship! I know you and I can make it through anything, baby, but you have to put the work in, too, I can’t do this all by myself. Take all the time you need. But I’m gonna go now, and find another locker room to use. I won’t be sharing your toiletries anymore, either. You come find me whenever you’re ready to talk this out and take me seriously.

(Without another word, Eris turns on her heels to exit the locker room, silently shutting the door behind her. The camera captures Serena as she throws a hand on her forehead, in utter confusion and bewilderment as the events which just transpired Just as she starts mumbling to herself, Dynasty’s broadcast transitions to commercial.)

(A commercial MITSUBACHI’s new food buffet as Terry Chambers is seen in the background peeking his head through the door, turns out he just got a free coupon and wanted to use it to get a salad :wow:)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!! And it is a Round Two Matchup in the King of Elite Tournament!!!

Virtual Crowd: ONE FALL!!

(“The Outsiders” by Eric Church hits to loud boos from the angry virtual crowd.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first from Stillwater, Oklahoma weighing in at 215 pounds he is “The Oklahoma Gentleman” DONOVOANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

(Donovan Duke makes his way out to the ring with a shitteating grin on his face as footage is shown of last week’s victory over SEBAS after Limmy Monoghan interfered helping the new member of Insurrection out.)

Flannery McCoy: This man cheated last week. He doesn’t deserve to be here!

Jake Mercer: Oh god are we going to go through this again? How about you just keep crying Flannery? The facts are that Donovan Duke won the match last week against SEBAS and facts don’t care about your feelings.

Stew-O: Well Donovan Duke may have won but if the feeling is that he isn’t good enough to win the King of Elite tournament then that may be a feeling that turns into a fact here tonight. Especially now that he is in the second round of the tournament and the competition is only heating up!

(“It Follows” by Cane Hill blasts across the speakers to more boos as Xander Payne lumbers out to the stage. Xander makes out with his wife Payton on stage before ordering her backstage for her safety while the man of the house takes care of business in the ring.)

Flannery McCoy: Oh no it’s Xander! I can feel his gravitational pull! I might not be able to stay in my chair if he gets any closer!

Jake Mercer: Yes I know Flan. You are going to jump out of your chair to run into the ring to kiss him. I know you want some of the sugar that Xander just gave his hot wife Payton.

Flannery McCoy: *slaps*

Stew-O: Last week Xander Payne defeated Maxwell to qualify for this second round King of Elite match. Unlike Donovan Duke he did it all by himself also but in the record books both of these men won their first round matches and should be considered on equal ground until one walks out advancing further into the tournament for round three!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Jake Mercer: We are underway as Donovan Duke immediately charges in and drops Xander Payne with a Running Lariat. Xander groans and slowly gets right back up surprised at being taken down in the opening moments of this contest. But Xander is immediately met with a swift flurry of strikes from Donocan. Xander is sent back up against the ropes knocked back hard here as Donovan just will not relent. The referee however demands that Donovan relent. So he does. But only briefly. Donovan with a thumb to Xander’s eye before whipping him across the ring. Xander nearly falls over the ropes as he is tossed across the ring but manages to hang on. Xander grabs the ropes and drops beneath then to the apron but Donovan slides in with a Baseball Slide knocking Xander down on the floor.

Stew-O: Xander Payne groans loudly on the outside as Donovan Duke leaps off the apron driving his knee down into his gut. Duke pulls Xander up and tosses him in the ring before following him inside.

Flannery McCoy: XANDER PAYNE WITH A BICYCLE KICK!!! THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEE! TWOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: Kick Out by Donovan Duke!

Jake Mercer: Donovan Duke counters the pin into an armbar as he keeps Xander Payne trapped on the ground. Xander is tapping! Wait no! He grabbed the ropes! Duke is forced to let go but not before he stands up and kicks Xander’s hand on the ropes crushing his fingers. Donovan stomps down hard on the back of Xander’s neck before using his boot to press down hard right into the soft area of his neck before the skull starts. Xander tries to crawl away but Donovan just steps harder trapping him down. Donovan grabs the arms of Xander and yanks backwards riding him like a surf board as he steps his other boot up onto the lower back of Xander. Donovan begins to pull back and forth on the arms trapping Xander in this sadistic position torturing him all the while. That has got to be painful for Xander. Xander is trapped and can’t use his arms to escape so he will have to rely on his legs instead!

Flannery McCoy: Xander Payne desperately trying to fight through the pain and get back up to his feet but Donovan Duke has this monstrous hold locked in. Xander pushes and pushes… but Donovan holds on! Donovan nearly trips holding on but instead lands with his knee on the back of Xander’s neck making the hold even more painful than before! Xander may have serious spinal damage when all is said and done right here! The referee is shown speaking to Xander.

Referee: Since you can’t tap out… maybe you want to just call it quits my man?

Xander Payne: Never! This is my house! This is my show!

Jake Mercer: The defiance shown here tonight by Xander Payne is seemingly giving him strength! Xander forces himself up using his lower body strength and grabs Donovan from behind! He runs backwards ramming Donovan hard into the turnbuckle to break the hold! Xander stumbles forward but catches himself on the ropes as he charges back in!

Flannery McCoy: DEALER’S CHOICE!!!! DONOVAN DUKE CONNECTS WITH THE SPINNING BACK FIST AND DROPS XANDER PAYNE WITH A THUD. THIS IS IT! DONOVAN TO THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Kick Out at the last moment by Xander Payne! He is still in this thing! Donovan Duke forces Xander back up to his feet… but Xander punches him hard right in the gabber! Donovan reeling back but Xander off the ropes with a Running Stinger Splash sending Donovan back into the corner! Xander now barreling into Donovan in the corner with a Running Hip Attack knocking Donovan into the corner. Xander backs up before charging in with a Running Somersault Flip into the corner! Holy shit Xander just crushed this man! Xander immediately traps Donovan on the mat with a headlock. Donovan pushes Xander off him as he gets his feet in the ropes to force a break. The referee demands Xander release the headlock as he gets back up to his feet. Xander taunting Donovan as he gets back up and slaps the shit out of Xander.

Donovan Duke: Don’t mess with Insurrection! Do you know who the hell I am?

Jake Mercer: Xander Payne doesn’t care as he punches Donovan Duke hard in the jaw! No! Donovan dodged it and grabbed the arm of Xander only to get hit from behind with a clubbing blow from Xander’s other arm! Down goes Donovan. XANDER WITH A RUNNING SENTON IN THE RING AS HE GOES FOR THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Kick Out by Donovan Duke! He nearly had him there! Xander Payne looks annoyed as he pulls up Donovan. DONOVAN DUKE WITH A SMALL PACKAGE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: Xander Payne powers out. Back up… Donovan Duke with a Running Enzuigiri takes Xander down once more! Duke tries to pull Xander back up but he fights it with a series of swift strikes. Donovan falls back into the corner only to eat a Running Clothesline from Xander. Donovan falls forward to the mat but then slowly makes his way back up to his feet. Xander punches him hard in the gut as he keels over. A sick smile on Xander’s face as he knows Donovan is in some real agony right here. Donovan tries to fight back standing back up but Xander shoves him down. Xander climbs up to the top rope… and he leaps FLYING ELBOW SMASH!!! NO! HE MISSED! DONOVAN WITH THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Xander Payne kicks out! Donovan Duke signaling for the end here as he pulls Xander up…

Jake Mercer: BUT XANDER WITH THE PAYNEKILLER! DROPPING DONOVAN ON HIS HEAD!!! THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner… XXXANDERRRRRR PAYNNNEENNENNEMEEEEEEE!!!!

(“It Follows” by Cane Hill hits as Xander Payne has his arm raised and a graphic is shown of the progress in the 2021 King of Elite tournament.)

Flannery McCoy: Xander Payne did it. Like it or not he will be the one to advance to the third round of the King of Elite tournament.

Jake Mercer: I would have been fine with either of these great competitors winning and at times tonight I wasn’t sure who would pull it off. Donovan Duke did it all by himself this week and nearly pulled off the win. He has nothing to be ashamed of after coming this far in the tournament!

Stew-O: Can anyone stop Xander Payne or could we be looking at the next King of Elite right here?

(The camera cuts to a commercial featuring Christian DeMarco crying in the fetal position after Donald Trump’s Twitter account was permanently suspended.)

(“Pure Water” by Skepta hits in a darkened arena as Dray Fontana makes his way up the ramp with a spotlight following him. The former PURE Champion would be dressed in a formal suit and would carry a microphone in his hand)

Stew-O: Dray Fontana has for sure been looking forward to raising his stock ever more after losing the PURE Championship at Road To Redemption.

Jake Mercer: Yeah, I mean, last week the first thing he did was interrupt the World Heavyweight Champion, Lethal Consequences, telling him to shut the hell up and shit, rookie move if you ask m-

Flannery McCoy: Sadly that wouldn’t go too well for Dray though since in the main event that night LC would lay out Dray and everybody else in that match, trying to teach the young wrestler a lesson.

(Dray gets in the ring as “Pure Water” fades away and so do the dark lights, The Prince would circle around the ring a while before raising the microphone up to his mouth)

Dray Fontana: Did… you think you did something? You know what LC, maybe I was unprofessional by oh-so rudely interrupting you, but man, could you guess what your World Heavyweight Champion did in my big match after losing the PURE Title? Yeah, he attacked me and threw it all away. I had that fucking match won, I would’ve beat a current champion and 2 former World Heavyweight Champions, but no, the man who should carry the brand came out and attacked EVERY, SINGLE, PERSON in there. I was about to pin fucking Impact for christ’s sake. But you know what? I’m not even that mad anymore, because if anything, that made me more determined to punch the fuck out of him.

Dray Fontana: But now? Now’s not the time for fighting, why? Because I want to teach the old man a few things. I want to host a… “charm school”… right here, right now. First of all, that bald head doesn’t help too much, but I kind of understand, since you know, it’s an age thing. One more thing, that beard? :francis: If anything it makes you look fucking stupid, maybe you should take care of it, and not only take care of your beard, just… take care of yourself as a whole because if anything you look like a fucking clown. In my home country of England, I learned a lot of stuff, and what I also learned is how to act, how to look, and how to prepare myself for the future. You see everybody in there living so peacefully, but what happens overseas? Trump supporters invading the Capitol. Yeah, that’s quite the etiquette, ain’t it? But hey, it goes deeper than just learning how to be a fucking decent human, it’s also about carrying yourself as a champion, and if this year has proved me anything, it’s that I know just exactly how to fucking do that. You know, long before becoming PURE Champion at Operation: Doomsday, I was a joke on Showdown and would just let everyone beat me because I was lazy, and you know, it took over half a year for me to realize that I can do much more than that, that I can be a star, so that’s what I fucking did, I built a fuckton of momentum and I beat Xander Payne for the PURE Title in his first defense. I would go on to reign for over 100 days and be very close to beating the record days held for it, but I couldn’t which is fine because my time as PURE Champion will go down in history and is remembered as one of the best. I was shining bright as PURE Champion and well, Lethal Consequences is the complete opposite of that. He’s an embarrassment to what should represent the top prize over on Dynasty and is far too old and past his prime to realiz-

(“Tougher Colder Killer” by El-P ft. Killer Mike & Despot starts playing in the arena as the World Heavyweight Champion Lethal Consequences makes his way to the ring, wearing his ring gear with a jacket on, holding the World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder and a microphone in his hand)

Flannery McCoy: Well, I have a feeling that is going to get VERY heated VERY quickly.

Jake Mercer: You know what, it’s about time LC instead teaches Dray how to act, because if anything, Dray is being very childis-

Stew-O: Lethal Consequences really needs to prove that he still has what it takes to be World Heavyweight Cham-

Jake Mercer: Stew can you let fucking talk, damn.

Stew-O: :nah:

Jake Mercer: Oh so you want to fight?

Stew-O: No, I don’t want to take away from the people currently standing in the ring.

Flannery McCoy: Alright you guys need to chill. Anyway, Lethal Consequences has entered the ring as you two argued and well, he seems to just take a long look at Dray Fontana.

(“Tougher Colder Killer” fades away as Lethal Consequences continues to stare down Dray, who seems annoyed by that)

Dray Fontana: Are you going to fucking speak or what?

Lethal Consequences: I’ll get to speaking when I think it’s time to get to speaking, but you know what, since you interrupted that I’ll just get straight to the point. Dray, you’re honestly fucking garbage. You spew nonsense and you got lucky to have faced a lazy Xander Payne because if it wasn’t for him you would be the same old Dray Fontana that you were back on Showdown, but enough about that. Do you honestly think that you can represent the World Heavyweight Title when you failed to hold onto the PURE Title? Tell me Dray.

Dray Fontana: I’m more than sure that I can just do tha-

Lethal Consequences: Well, that’s not the answer I wanted, and well, I think… that’s qoite schewpid innit? You’re over here teaching me about your charm and talking all nonsense about how you’re taught to act as a British person but as you can see I’m not British and I’m also not a joke. I don’t care about what you think about me Dray, of the way you act, or how much you’ve done as PURE Champion, because what matters is that you’re holding the air, and I’m holding the coveted World Heavyweight Championship, and honestly Dray, I just can’t see how the fuck you’d be a good holder for this title.

Dray Fontana: How I’d be a good holder? Well, you see, even if you think it doesn’t matter anymore, my PURE Title reign was legendary, and there’s a reason I was less than 40 days away from being the longest-reigning champion, and well, as I know you know, I had nearly pinned Impact who has held that exact title you’re currently holding 5 times.

Lethal Consequences: But you didn’t, you didn’t win that match, you didn’t pin Impact.

Dray Fontana: Yeah, you didn’t let me you fucking dickhead.

Lethal Consequences: You wouldn’t have pulled it off anyway, just like you fail to show me why you’re worthy of holding this title instead of me.

Dray Fontana: LC, I would’ve done it, if you were just one, one single second late last week, then I would’ve won, but you know what I just understand it, because after all, I was the one that interrupted you, and I was the one to lay the challenge down first, but you know what, I don’t regret any of it. because I put myself on your radar, and I want to bounce right back up after losing the PURE Title by winning another title, by winning the highest prize.

Lethal Consequences: If anything, Dray, you’re just pushing yourself back even more because if I do have to defend my title against you I’ll just beat you and you’ll be forced to go back to the drawing board, and what you’ll do then?

Dray Fontana: I don’t need to think about that, LC, because I’d walk out the winner, while YOU will be the one forced to go back to the drawing board, thinking about how you can try to go back to your prime.

Lethal Consequences: See Dray, I know I’m way past my prime, but I don’t really care because even age hasn’t stopped me from winning another World Title in EAW, and after being screwed time and time again all those years back then, back when you were a little high schooler or something, I was out here fighting in EAW like I’ve always been. I’ve been in EAW since the beginning and I’ll be here when it ends too.

Dray Fontana: You’ll be dead by then, but it’s fine, I’ll carry your ashes when I dominate this company and step right on them.

Lethal Consequence: Hm, that’s very funny, too bad it’s not going to happen Dray. You won’t ever be on the top of this company, you won’t ever see me dead between your eyes, and I’ll put an end to you whenever I get the chance to.

Dray Fontana: Okay, okay, well, since we both seem to want it so much, how about we make it happen? Lethal Consequences vs. Dray Fontana at King of Elite for the World Heavyweight Championship. What do you say? Do you want to show the world that you’re really a failure?

Lethal Consequences: You know what… Sure. But just know, that what you just did is called career suicide, and I’ll deliver it to you first-hand at King of Elite because the PURE Championship is your ceiling.

**MIC DROP**

Stew-O: Wow, and what a match we’ll see at King of Elite. Lethal Consequences is going to face Dray Fontana for the World Heavyweight Championship, I’m what I’m sure will be an amazing back and forth between the tw-

Jake Mercer: No, no, let me stop you right there, Lethal Consequences will literally SQUASH Dray Fontana in RECORD TIME! And Dray deserves it for thinking he’s worthy of stepping up to the World Heavyweight Champion himself.

Flannery McCoy: Well, whatever the hell he said. Anyway, I’m sure we’ll get a very exciting dynamic THIS February!

(Lethal Consequences would take the World Heavyweight Title off his shoulder and then raises it up in the air, Dray would then move his eyes towards the title, but LC still looks Dray dead in the eyes)

Lethal Consequences (off-mic): Do you really think you can beat me?

(Dray moves his vision from the championship to the champion himself, before opening his mouth)

Dray Fontana (off-mic): Hell yeah.

(Dray moves his eyes back up to the title, as Lethal Consequences laughs it off, and then leaves the ring with the title back on his shoulders, before taking one last look at Dray)

Lethal Consequences: :dave:

(A commercial for TnT as he is once again back and free from the hospital as he goes around asking for people to sign petitions for him to be put in the BBB Title match. Once he’s finally done he reads it to see that they all happen to be fake names as he runs away crying, all advertising the Showdown match between The Woogieman and Strawberry Steve for the vacated BBB Title tomorrow)

(‘Morning Glory’ by Oasis hits, as Maxwell and Limmy Monaghan step out onto the stage. The crowd boos heavily as the PURE Champion and Extreme Enigma Battle Royal winner march down the entrance ramp and towards the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is a tag team match set for ONE FALL!! Introducing first, they are the team of Maxwell and the EAW PURE Champion, Limmy Monaghan.. INSURRECTION!!

Stew-O: Here we go! Two members of EAW’s newest stable, Insurrection.

Jake Mercer: Insurrection is the future Stew! When you have my name twin, the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal winner, PURE Champion, and one of the top rising stars in Donovan Duke, you have a group set for greatness.

Stew-O: Well we’ll see what these guys can do tonight as they have a tough set of opponents tonight.

(‘In Over My Head’ by grandson hits, as Sierra Bradford and Harper Lee step out onto the stage. The virtual crowd cheers heavily as the Unified Tag Team Champions smile out and make their way down to the ring.)

Stephie Love: And their opponents.. They are the team of Sierra Bradford and Harper Lee.. Your EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! THE REALM!!!

Stew-O: And here are the Realm! The Unified Tag Team Champions get to take on Insurrection for the first time and we all know the champs are going to bring their best!

Flannery McCoy: This should be a great match!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: There’s the bell and this tag team match is underway! Maxwell and Harper Lee are starting this one off for their teams! They start off by locking up in the center of the ring, and Maxwell’s size and strength clearly give him the advantage as he backs Harper Lee up against the ring ropes! He holds her in place, and connects with a knife edged chop that smacks against the chest of Harper Lee! Maxwell then follows that massive chop with an irish whip that sends Harper running to the other end of the ring! Harper hits the ropes then bounces back.. SCOOP POWERSLAM BY MAXWELL CONNECTS!!! Harper Lee arches her back in pain after getting slammed down hard by the 2020 Extreme Enigma Battle Royal Winner!

Flannery McCoy: Maxwell walks around the body of Harper Lee until he gets to her legs. He reaches down and grabs them as he.. He’s trying to turn Harper Lee over in order to lock in the boston crab submission hold!! Harper Lee is using as much core strength as she can to prevent herself from turning over!! Maxwell continues to try and force Harper Lee’s body to turn, but Harper Lee manages to get one of her legs free and begins to kick away at Maxwell! She connects with multiple strikes to his midsection until he eventually releases her fully and backs away!!

Stew-O: Harper Lee now springing up to her feet as Maxwell takes a step towards her.. DROPKICK TO THE KNEE BY HARPER LEE!! That shot sends Maxwell down onto one knee!! Harper now steps up and lands a massive kick to the side of Maxwell’s head that nearly forces him to fall all the way over and down to the mat! Maxwell definitely got rocked with that kick, but he’s working his way back up to his feet! He stands back up.. BUT GETS HIT HARD BY A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM HARPER LEE!! Maxwell falls back against the ring ropes as he leans up against them. Harper connected that perfectly, and we can definitely see the effects on Maxwell! Maxwell slowly steps away from the ropes and towards Harper.. BUT SHE GOES FOR A HURRICANRANA!!!

Flannery McCoy: NO!!! Maxwell doesn’t allow her to flip him over and uses all the strength that he has to counter the hurricanrana into.. A BUCKLE BOMB!!! Maxwell just powerbombed Harper Lee into the turnbuckles right beside them!! Harper Lee is in so much pain as she drops down to the canvas and clutches at her lower back. Meanwhile, Maxwell also drops down to a knee as he is still recovering from the kicks from earlier.

Jake Mercer: That buckle bomb was all instinct from Maxwell. He definitely learned that from the Power Bomb Academy of Wrestling in Brooklyn, Kentucky.

Stew-O: Harper is down, but she’s extending her arm out towards her partner, Sierra Bradford. The champions really want to get this tag right here, but Harper is only able to crawl her way towards the corner. Maxwell is still down on one knee, but he turns his head and sees Harper Lee inching her way closer to Sierra Bradford. Maxwell now rises up to his feet, and slowly stumbles his way over to his team’s corner!! Harper is almost there! She’s going to make the tag!

(TAG)

Flannery McCoy: Maxwell just tagged in the PURE Champion, Limmy Monaghan!! Monaghan leaps into the ring and sprints over to Harper Lee! He grabs her by the ankle and drags her back and away from Sierra Bradford!! Harper could not make the tag!! Limmy reaches down and wraps his arms around the waist of Lee!! DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX FROM MONAGHAN!! Harper Lee hits the canvas hard and Monaghan hooks her legs!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

THHHHR-

Jake Mercer: And there’s the kickout by Harper Lee!!

Stew-O: Monaghan rises back up to his feet and delivers a powerful stomp down onto the midsection of Harper Lee. He then grabs her by the head and hair to bring her up to her feet. Irish whip to the ropes by Monaghan! Harper Lee runs to the far ropes, bounces back.. AND GETS TAKEN DOWN BY A STIFF LARIAT!! Limmy Monaghan now looks up at the corner, as he walks over to the turnbuckles, then scales up to the very top.. MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE BY LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!

Flannery McCoy: NO! Harper Lee gets her knees up as Limmy crashes down into them!! The PURE Champion rolls off of Harper Lee’s body, and clutches at his abdomen in pain! Meanwhile, it looks like Harper Lee is trying to make the tag to Sierra Bradford as she begins to crawl her way over to her partner!! Limmy is still down and this is the perfect opportunity to make the tag! Harper is almost there!! She’s reaching her arm out.. But look!! Limmy stands up! He’s clutching his stomach and trying to get to Harper Lee to stop the tag!!!

(TAG)

Stew-O: But he’s too late! Sierra Bradford has been tagged into this match! Bradford enters the ring and catches Limmy in the face with a step up enziguri!! That kick drops Limmy down to one knee and from there Sierra Bradford lands a massive heel kick to the side of Limmy’s head! Limmy is still one one knee, but Bradford steps back.. AND KICKS LIMMY RIGHT AT THE JAW WITH A SUPERKICK!! Limmy falls down to the canvas and Bradford goes for the pin!!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THHHH-

Jake Mercer: And there’s the kickout! Sierra Bradford rises back up to her feet as Limmy slowly follows right after. Bradford grabs Limmy by the wrist and whips him over to the side ropes! Monaghan bounces back.. WRITING WOES!!! SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE ABDOMEN BY SIERRA BRADFORD ONTO THE RUNNING LIMMY MONAGHAN!!!

Stew-O: Limmy just had the air knocked right out of him just then. He falls back against the corner turnbuckles as he tries to catch his breath. BUT SIERRA WASTES NO TIME AS SHE CHARGES IN AND CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING HIGH KNEE ONTO MONAGHAN IN THE CORNER!!! Bradford drops down from the corner and backs away, as Monaghan stumbles her way.. She kicks him in the stomach.. SNAP DDT!!! Bradford with another pin attempt!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THHHHHHHR-

Jake Mercer: And another kick out by Monaghan!!

Stew-O: Sierra Bradford gets back up to her feet. She grabs Monaghan and attempts to bring him up to his feet, but once Monaghan gets to his knees, he shoves Bradford back and into the corner turnbuckles!! Monaghan charges in.. RUNNING LARIAT ONTO BRADFORD!! Monaghan backs away from Bradford, then pulls her out of the corner.. Kick to the leg by Monaghan!! Another one to the other leg!! Monaghan follows those two kicks up with a.. A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! And that roundhouse kick sends Bradford down to her butt in a seated position!! Monaghan doesn’t stop though, as he connects with another Roundhouse kick!! THAT’S THE MONAGHAN COMBO!!

Flannery McCoy: And now Monaghan makes his way over to his team’s corner and makes the tag to Maxwell!!

(TAG)

Flannery McCoy: Maxwell is back in this one as he enters through the ropes and makes his way over to Sierra Bradford. He lifts her up to her feet, then kicks her in the stomach.. SNAP DDT!! A smile forms on Maxwell’s face as he stares over at Harper Lee in the corner. He then looks back down at Sierra Bradford and lifts her back up to her feet. He has her arm.. MONEY MAKER!!! RIPCORD ELBOW SMASH BY MAXWELL!! IT CONNECTS!!!

Stew-O: Sierra Bradford is in so much pain right now, but Maxwell isn’t allowing her any time to recover. He lifts her up to her feet, then into a fireman’s carry position on his shoulders!! This doesn’t look good for Sierra Bradford as he walks to the center of the ring.. He’s going for it!! MISSING FRAGMENT!!! FIREMAN’S CARRY CUTTER!!!

Jake Mercer: NO!!! SIERRA BRADFORD FLIPS AND LANDS ON HER FEET!!! She turns around.. ELECTRIC FEEL!!! SHINING WIZARD BY SIERRA BRADFORD CONNECTS!!!! Limmy Monaghan quickly runs into the ring.. BUT HE GETS HIT BY THE ELECTRIC FEEL TOO AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AND TO RINGSIDE!!! SIERRA HOOKS THE LEGS!!!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘In Over My Head’ by grandson hits, as Sierra Bradford rises up to her feet. Harper Lee then joins her in the center of the ring with both of the Unified Tag Team Championships. Lee hands Bradford her title as the champions get their hands raised by the referee.)

Stephie Love: Here are your winners.. The Team of Sierra Bradford and Harper Lee.. THE REALM!!!

Stew-O: What a great match between two tough teams, but tonight, the champions got it done.

Jake Mercer: But you can’t ignore the efforts of Monaghan and Maxwell.. Both of these men showed why Insurrection is the future of this company.

(Harper Lee and Sierra Bradford are seen celebrating as they walk up the entrance ramp.)

Stew-O: That’s true Jake. They really tested the champions tonight and nearly came out victorious on multiple occasions. However, the champions di- IT’S THE BLICKY BOYZ ON THE STAGE BEHIND THE REALM!! BOX OFFICE SMASH BY CHRIS ELITE ONTO SIERRA BRADFORD!!! SHAPOOWWWWWWW BY MALCOLM JONES ONTO HARPER LEE!!! The champions have just been taken out by the Blicky Boyz!!!

(Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite stand over The Realm as they look out and across the arena knowing that everyone witnessed the champions falling before them.)

Flannery McCoy: I can’t believe what we just saw! The Realm were just celebrating their recent victory over Insurrection’s Limmy Monaghan and Maxwell, but out of nowhere, the Blicky Boyz put an end to it all!

Stew-O: The 2020 Grand Prix Champions aren’t messing around, and the Realm got that message tonight!

(The screen fades to black after showing the Realm struggling in pain on the entrance ramp and the Blicky Boyz towering over them.)

(A commercial for the Salvation Army starring Maxwell where he stands in the freezing cold trying to raise money and in the end he just puts his own money in as he leaves)

(Dynasty’s broadcast opens to a backstage area of the EAW performance center where the EAW Chairman is seen scrolling tediously on his iPad reading through what we can only assume are top-secret, exclusive documents and data involving the Elite Answers Wrestling product and other business ventures, standing by his lonesome against the walls of the World 1 Theatre. Thanks to his limited edition Nu-Tropic Gawdzilla Pro© Tracksuit, he has the mental stamina required to stay focused on the work in front of him, paying little attention if any at all to the passersby and other Elitists that might come through the area. A random crew member approaches DEDEDE with a notepad, seemingly unable to come to a solution for his insignificant and easily solvable problem, but the chairman simply waves him off, not lifting his head as the frustrated crew member stalks off. Another second or two passes before DEDEDE is interrupted once more–this time, by Andre Walker.)

(Andre Walker steps into the frame and leans up against the wall alongside the chairman as the virtual audience in the arena is heard cheering wildly for the New Breed Champion on their screens. He clears his throat a few times, enough to pique the chairman’s interest who lifts his gaze up momentarily to catch a glimpse of the man who dares to position himself to Gawd as close as Andre has. DEDEDE continues his rumination and scrolling, but that doesn’t stop Andre from piping up to speak.)

Andre Walker: What’s good, man?! I’m actually glad I ran into you. I had a couple things I needed to talk to you about, listen–

Mr. DEDEDE: (He releases an exasperated sigh.) Next time, send an email to HR, but W-2’s have until the 31st to be issued. If you don’t receive it by that date, you can take it up with them.

Andre Walker: :dahell: What? Man, no, I’m not even worried about that–look, I watched your promo last week–

Mr. DEDEDE: You and 3.4 million people.

Andre Walker: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Viewership was great last week, and if you asked me–you didn’t, but I’ll still tell you–a lot of that has to do with the fact that I was competing in the main event of the evening. Can’t wait to see when the results come in for THIS week’s main event. ‘Cause you know, I’m closing the show on this week’s episode, too. Can you believe that? First two Dynasty’s of 2021 and I’ve already been granted back to back main event positions, when I tell you that this year is MY year, you better believe it. That just goes to show you persistence, consistency, and humility is KEY. They tried to tell me I wasn’t ever gonna make it here, that I didn’t have what it takes to become a champion in this business, that I wasn’t cut out for this shit, but guess what? (He taps the New Breed Title over his shoulder with his other hand.) Here I am, your New Breed Champion, and I’m taking over the whole spotlight, soon to be the face of this entire brand. Wait on it.

Mr. DEDEDE: Congratulations, Andre. Now, was that all?

Andre Walker: “Is that all?!” Hardly. I’m only just getting started, this is only the first rung on the proverbial ladder that I’m steadily climbing to reach to the top. There’s nothing that’s going to stand in my way. No matter how hard I’ve fallen on my way up, I keep on going. If there’s anything I’m known for, it’s the climb back. The chance to correct missteps I’ve made in the past and capitalize in enormous ways. I wasn’t able to win the New Breed Title once before, and they wrote me off immediately, the whole world said I’d become incapable–yet, I still pulled it off, despite the criticism, despite the nay-sayers, the haters, the demotivators. I worked my ass off to get where I am today, and while this New Breed Title might seem like a small feat to some–including you, I’m sure–I’m proud of myself, and proud of my position in this industry. Nothing lasts forever, you know, but that’s not gonna stop me from relishing in every minute of this notoriety, I’m still going to make sure I cement my legacy, etch my name in the history books and prove that the man they never thought would have been able to say he could ever sign his name along the dotted line of an EAW contract to begin with did EXACTLY that and a whole lot more. But if they wanna continue to talk down to me, to write me off, then let ‘em. Every time I’m written off, I just come back bigger and better than ever before–and you know something, DEDEDE, that’s something you and I might have in common. :wow:

(Suddenly finding interest in the conversation, DEDEDE’s eyes widen as he slowly turns his head to Andre Walker, who’s still beaming proudly beside him. DEDEDE is in utter disbelief at the words that just came out of Andre’s mouth, a bemused puff of air escaping from his lips just as he shakes his head frantically.)

Mr. DEDEDE: I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly. It sounded like you were trying to…compare yourself to me. Did you just say that we had something…in common? Was that right?

Andre Walker: We sure do. And believe it or not, that’s not the only thing. One thing they always say around here is that it takes a special kind of person to make it big in this business. There’s no question whether or not you possess it, I won’t take that away from you, but I know damn well what whatever it is, I have it in me, too. You keep on talking about this genetic superiority, this mental fortitude, DEDEDE, and I’m starting to think I might have some of that going on for myself, too. One thing I know for certain though, I’m all for success. My success, my peers success, and the success of this entire company. That’s something I take pride in. And based on the level of success I myself have achieved in the last few months, DEDEDE, I think I might have a thing or two to share with you. Hopefully, my advice will turn your luck around just a lil’ bit. Matter fact, there are quite a few things that remind me of the former version of myself, you know, that overconfident, “everybody-else-is-beneath-me” schtick, but to be honest with you, DEDEDE…I don’t think it’s working for you very well.

(At this point, DEDEDE has now locked his iPad and tucked it beneath his arm, his hands folded in front of him. He stares onward at Andre in sheer amazement–not that he believes a single word to come out of the New Breed Champion’s mouth, but he’s astounded at the level of misguided sense of confidence Andre possesses that allows him to address DEDEDE in this manner. The chairman hangs on every word, actively listening as Andre insists that there are ANY kind of similarity between the two men, as if that could ever be possible. He’s actually taken aback by Andre’s last few words, as he could have sworn he made it perfectly clear last week that the only person capable of judging the career and success of DEDEDE was Gawd himself.)

Mr. DEDEDE: Frankly, Andre, I think you’re confused. That, or you weren’t paying attention to a single thing that goes on around you.

Andre Walker: Nah, I’m serious. All that over-confidence, that massive ego, the way I looked down on any and everybody that crossed my path just like the way you’re going on is probably what caused me to hold myself back from achieving what I wanted in this business. And that’s more than likely exactly what got in your way, too. It’s not enough for you to ride on your sole belief that no matter what anyone else does or says, you’ll always be the guy who can beat anyone on their best day. But that’s been disproven now, hasn’t it? 2020 wasn’t your year, Gawd, that’s no secret. But I know you have what it takes to turn it around. Just gotta find the strength within, like I did.

(DEDEDE blinks.)

Andre Walker: Don’t get me wrong, DEDEDE, you’re a talented wrestler and an even better businessman, but be honest with yourself. When was the last time that being “hard” on someone got you desirable results? I think you might wanna take it easy going forward.

Mr. DEDEDE: :skip: !!! And when was the last time someone of your caliber got anywhere NEAR producing the results that I’ve attained, even on my WORST day? Never. That’s how things have always been, and how they will remain. And mind your business about whether or not the results I achieve are “desirable” in your eyes. You don’t have the level of perception required to pass ANY sort of judgement or critique on my career. Part of me admires the…courageousness, Andre, but the rest of me is baffled that you think a single thing you have to say to me will have any effect on the way I carry myself, or will prevent the rest of the world from staring onward at the destruction left in my wake each and every time I step between those ropes in awe. What sort of backwards logic is this, anyway, what level of entitlement has this generation of millennials reached to now expect participation trophies for merely sharing a realm with Gawd himself? Tell me, Andre, what aspects of your personality do you bring to the table that aren’t shared by ninety-five percent of the other Elitists in that locker room? None of you are special. Or at least not any more special than anyone else. Think of it this way: the locker room is categorized into two groups. There are winners, and there are losers. The winners don’t win out of some supposed privilege, they win because of what they possess, because they worked harder, prepared more, and pursued their goals relentlessly. That’s what you say earned you your New Breed Title, is it not? Tell me, did you “go easy” on Bronson Daniels when you went after him, not only once, but twice to tear that belt off his hands? Exactly. You can say that same for every other champion in EAW right now. But you want some sort of praise for doing the bare minimum and barely walking away with the victory at Territorial Invasion? Some recognition for finally opening your eyes to “see the light” and do away with your arrogance and egotistical behaviors? Sounds soft to me.

Andre Walker: I disagree. Introspection, modesty? That doesn’t make you soft, not at all. It makes you honest. Hell, sometimes, it makes you vulnerable, more likely to face disappointment. But that’s okay man, there’s beauty in the struggle. There’s strength to be found in humbling experiences. So how about you show some appreciation for your roster, see them for what they are, for what they bring to this industry–they’re the ones keeping your business afloat, after all. That’s how I try to look at my competitors, anyway.

Mr. DEDEDE: And what the hell has any Elitist in that locker room done to deserve that sort of treatment? You guys have somehow been able to maintain the illusion that you do a damn thing for this business, that your hard work and baseless dedication is what keeps this business where it is. But the truth is that power has always rested in me. I don’t give credit for half-assed work, for an inability to deliver, for failure to succeed. Every other EAW Elitist that is not me doesn’t deserve the flowers they’re given. And when I see them receive the praise that I already have in abundance, I take it personally. To this very day. And I make it personal, I make it my business, my mission to tear their glory asunder. Directly or indirectly. Out of greed out of spite out of insecurity, you may label it whatever you’d like. That has always been my motive. That is the narcissistic discontented mindset that truly drives me, it’s the one sole quality that connects me to every other EAW Elitist, and quite honestly–

(DEDEDE abruptly stops himself mid-sentence, blankly staring off into the distance. His expression changes suddenly, as though he’s reached some sort of revelation. He calms himself down entirely, smiling at Andre as he pats the New Breed Champion on the shoulder.)

Mr. DEDEDE: …you know what, Andre? I appreciated this conversation. Thanks for your…insight. Now, I’m finally seeing something I don’t think I’d’ve seen before if it hadn’t been for you.

Andre Walker: See?! I’m glad I could help, really. I hope I didn’t offend, DEDEDE, I just want what’s best for the business, best for everyone here–you know that, right?

Mr. DEDEDE: Right. Best for business. Of course. Will do.

Andre Walker: Feel free to hit me up should you wanna talk any more about the issue. Just keep your head up, and it’ll all make sense sooner than you think.

Mr. DEDEDE: Trust me–I’ve made perfect sense of it already.

(Andre Walker, noticily pleased with the outcome of his conversation, darts off camera to go about his usual business. DEDEDE watches as Andre walks off to a location we can no longer see, the smile across his face widening just as Dynasty’s broadcast transitions elsewhere.)

(A commercial for the EAW Performance Center which is accepting applications for future elitists starring Xander Payne. It’s a whole training montage that is abruptly stopped when Xander questions a treadmill and says “the last time I tried fucking one of these it didn’t end up so well” as the commercial would abruptly cut off from there)

(‘Akatsuki’ by Babymetal hits, as the virtual crowd erupts into cheers. MITSUBACHI and Komatsu Ogawa step out onto the stage and make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is a second round match in the King of Elite Tournament and it is set for… ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, being accompanied by Komatsu Ogawa.. From Soka, Saitama, Japan.. Weighing in at 187lbs… MITSUBACHI!!!!!!

Stew-O: Here comes MITSUBACHI who will be facing another member of Insurrection in this King of Elite Tournament.

Flannery McCoy: Yep. Last week, MITSUBACHI beat Limmy Monaghan. However, you could say that it was because of the assistance of SEBAS.

Stew-O: No matter how it happened, MITSUBACHI managed to make it here to round 2. He’s up against another tough opponent, and if he wants to advance, he’ll need to do whatever he can.

(‘Cunning not Convincing’ by Get Scared hits as the crowd boos heavily. Jake Smith steps out and onto the stage. He looks around the arena with a smirk on his face before making his way down to the ring.)

Stephie Love: And his opponent.. From Venice, California!! Weighing in at 210lbs!! The Mightiest One!! JAKE SMITH!!!!!!

Stew-O: Here he is! The leader of Insurrection. Last week Jake and the rest of Insurrection gave us all a warning for what is to come here in 2021. This is the year of Insurrection, the future of EAW.

Jake Mercer: Nothing would feel better than bringing the King of Elite crown to the newly established stable. Especially when Jake has the opportunity to avenge the loss of his teammate, Limmy Monaghan during the process.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: There’s the bell and this second round match in the King of Elite Tournament is underway!! Jake and MITSUBACHI lock up in the center of the ring. It looks like a stalemate until Jake gets his arm free and connects with multiple forearm shots to the side of BACHI’s head! Jake grabs MITSUBACHI by the wrist and whips him to the far ropes! MITSUBACHI bouncers back.. RUNNING LARIAT BY JAKE SMITH!! No!! BACHI ducked underneath the arm and gets from behind Jake! Jake turns around.. ROUNDHOUSE KICK BY MITSUBACHI!!!!

Flannery McCoy: NO!! Jake ducks underneath the leg, then grabs it once MITSUBACHI spins all the way around!! Jake then shoves BACHI face first down to the canvas of the ring while still holding onto his leg.. What’s this!?! It’s a sharpshooter!! A sharpshooter is locked in the center of the ring!!

Jake Mercer: Ogawa doesn’t look too thrilled about this one as he’s freaking out at ringside. This would be huge for him and BACHI if BACHI were to advance to the next round.

Stew-O: But to advance, he’s going to need to break out of this submission hold. Jake has this sharpshooter locked in tight and I don’t think it’s going to be an easy hold to escape from! Jake continues to pressure down onto BACHI’s lower back as The Artist screams in pain!! Bachi now gets up onto his forearms and begins to army crawl his way over to the ring ropes!! He’s almost there.. AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

Flannery McCoy: But look! Jake Smith isn’t releasing the hold! He’s still applying pressure as the referee begins to count!

Referee: One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Fi-

Stew-O: And Jake Smith finally releases the sharpshooter submission!!

Jake Mercer: Smart play by Jake Smith by utilizing the five seconds given to him.

Stew-O: Jake walks to the center of the ring, then back over to MITSUBACHI who is down on his hands and knees by the side ropes of the ring. STOMP TO THE BACK BY JAKE SMITH!! ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!!! MITSUBACHI is definitely in pain after those shots to the back by Jake Smith, but he continues to work himself up to one knee!! Jake now with a slap across the back of MITSUBACHI’s head!! BACHI continues to rise up to his feet, but once he gets there, he gets hit with a forearm to the back of the head by Jake that sends him up against the ring ropes!! AND JAKE FOLLOWS UP WITH A RUNNING LARIAT THAT SENDS BACHI OVER THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!!

Flannery McCoy: Jake nearly took BACHI’s head off with that lariat!! BACHI fell to his butt, but he is slowly getting himself back up to his feet. BACHI stands and steps towards the ring.. BUT HE GETS HIT BY A BASEBALL SLIDE KICK UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE BY JAKE SMITH!!! That kick sends MITSUBACHI down to the ringside floor once again!! Jake remains down, on his hip, and in the ring after connecting his kick on BACHI. He smirks out at BACHI, then slowly works up to standing position in the center of the ring. Meanwhile, MITSUBACHI is slowly trying to work back up to his feet. We can see Komatsu Ogawa trying to pep talk BACHI back into this fight. MITSUBACHI gets back to his feet.. BUT JAKE SMITH RUNS TO THE FAR ROPES, BOUNCES BACK, AND GOES FOR A SUICIDE DIVE!!!

Stew-O: NO!! MITSUBACHI SIDE STEPS AS JAKE CRASHES DOWN AT RINGSIDE!! Jake is down on his hands and knees, but MITSUBACHI quickly makes it over to deliver knee shots to the side of Jake’s body!! ONE! TWO! THREE KNEE STRIKES TO THE RIBCAGE BY MITSUBACHI!! Those knees have Jake forced into a seated position against the barricade that surrounds the ring at ringside. BACHI looks directly at Jake Smith.. AND CONNECTS WITH A DISCUSS SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST OF JAKE SMITH!! Jake clutches at his chest in pain!! Bachi again loads up.. AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER DISCUSS SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!! This time Jake falls to his side as he grabs at his chest!!

Referee: One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five.. Six.. Seven..

Jake Mercer: It looks like Ogawa wants BACHI to finish this now,. He’s instructing him to take this match back inside the ring and go for the pin or submission. BACHI quickly grabs Jake Smith from off of the ground, and slides him back into the ring. BACHI then slides in as well, then makes his way over to the corner turnbuckles!!

Stew-O: What in the world could MITSUBACHI be planning? He’s scaling up to the top turnbuckle. He gets set, as Jake Smith is slowly rising up to his feet. Jake sees BACHI on the top rope, as MITSUBACHI leaps into the air!! DIVING CROSS BODY BY MITSUBACHI!!! NO!!! JAKE SMITH COUNTERS WITH A SUPERKICK!!! JAKE JUST CAUGHT MITSUBACHI WITH A SUPERKICK IN MID AIR!!! Jake now goes for the pin!!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THHHHHHHHHRRRRRR-

Stew-O: I thought that was going to be it right there!! Jake Smith smacks the canvas hard, then rises back up to his feet. He looks down at MITSUBACHI then stomps down onto his head!! Again!! And again for a third time!! That’s the CrushCrushCrush!!! Jake walks around the body of MITSUBACHI, then reaches down to grab him. He brings BACHI up to his feet, then grabs his head and arms.. BROKEN WINGS!!! SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY JAKE SMITH!! WAIT NO!! MITSUBACHI SPINS RIGHT THROUGH IT AND ENDS UP BEHIND JAKE!! SINGLE KNEE BACKSTABBER BY MITSUBACHI!!! IT CONNECTS!!!

Flannery McCoy: Jake Smith is clutching at his back in pain after that move by BACHI!! Meanwhile, we can see Ogawa shouting to BACHI, telling him to get up!! MITSUBACHI slowly works his way up to his feet and walks over to the corner. Jake is slowly working up to his knees as BACHI charges at him!! TYRANT REVENGE!! KINSASHA!!!!

Stew-O: NO!! JAKE SIDE STEPS AS BACHI RUNS RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE!!! THE REFEREE JUST GOT HIT BY THE KINSASHA!! MITSUBACHI can’t believe what just happened! The referee is down and out in the center of the ring, and BACHI is trying to assist him and wake him up!!

Jake Mercer: I don’t think that’s the best idea though Stew, because Jake Smith is standing right behind him!! Jake turns BACHI around and kicks him in the stomach!! BROKEN WINGS!!! SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY JAKE SMITH CONNECTS!!! MITSUBACHI IS OUT COLD IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!

Stew-O: WAIT WHAT’S THIS!?!? IT’S DRAKE KING!! DRAKE KING HAS JUST SLID INTO THE RING AND.. HE CONNECTS WITH THE OVERHAUL ON JAKE SMITH!!! SWINGING REVERSE STO CONNECTS AND JAKE IS OUT COLD!!

Flannery McCoy: Drake King smiles out as he looks down at MITSUBACHI and Jake Smith.

Stew-O: AND LOOK! MITSUBACHI LIFTS HIS ARM AND COVERS JAKE!! The referee is groggy right beside them, but he begins to count!!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(‘Akatsuki’ by Babymetal hits, as the referee and MITSUBACHI slowly rise to their feet. The referee then raises MITSUBACHI’s hand in the air as the crowd cheers heavily. MITSUBACHI then rolls under the bottom rope and heads over to Ogawa at ringside as the two celebrate)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner and advancing to the next round in the King of Elite Tournament.. MITSUBACHI!!!!

Stew-O: What a big victory for MITSUBACHI, but for it to come like this with an interference by Drake King!?! I know that I said he needed to do anything he can, but two weeks in a row?

Flannery McCoy: I know it may not be-

Stew-O: Wait a second Flannery!! IT’S INSURRECTION!!! They are running down the entrance ramp and towards the ring!! They’re trying to go after Drake King, but Drake quickly evades the ring and escapes out over the barricade!!

(We see Donovan Duke, Maxwell, and Limmy Monaghan assisting Jake Smith in the center of the ring. Insurrection takes a moment, then notice MITSUBACHI and Komatsu Ogawa celebrating their recent victory over Jake at ringside. The Insurrection members all begin to talk with one another before they all exit the ring and head towards MITSUBACHI and Ogawa)

Stew-O: AND WAIT!! INSURRECTION IS BEATING DOWN ON MITSUBACHI AND OGAWA!! Rights and left handed punches and kicks are being thrown as Insurrection has BACHI and Ogawa down!! The stable then continues as they begin stomping down onto the body of both BACHI and Ogawa!!! Four on two and the numbers are on the side of Insurrection!!

Flannery McCoy: WAIT IT’S SEBAS!!! SEBAS IS RUNNING DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP!! He makes it over to the chaos at ringside, and manages to connect with a forearm shot to the back of Limmy Monaghan’s head, then a kick to the back of Jake’s leg!! But the numbers catch up to him too, as Insurrection quickly takes him down with multiple punches coming from every direction!!

(‘Survival’ by Eminem hits, as the crowd erupts into cheers. The Insurrection members are confused as this is a theme that hasn’t been heard in quite some time. After a moment, we see Adam Lucas emerging onto the stage with a steel chair in hand. He then charges down the ramp and towards Insurrection at ringside.)

Stew-O: IT’S ADAM LUCAS!! ADAM LUCAS HAS RETURNED!!

Flannery McCoy: Insurrection all get into a fighting stance as they prepare for Adam Lucas!! BUT ADAM CONNECTS WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE STOMACH OF DONOVAN DUKE!! THEN A CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF MAXWELL!! LUCAS NOW WITH A CHAIR SHOT ONTO LIMMY!!! Adam Lucas then swings for the fences as he tries to connect onto the head of Jake Smith, but Jake ducks under the chair!!!

Stew-O: And look at this! Jake quickly gathers the Insurrection members as they all retreat and escape around to the other side of the ring!! Meanwhile, Adam Lucas reaches down and tries to help BACHI, SEBAS, and Ogawa up to their feet.

Flannery McCoy: Wow!! What a chain of events that was topped off by the return of Adam Lucas!!

Stew-O: It seems like there was some confusion with Insurrection as it looks like they are assuming that Ogawa and BACHI planned for Drake King to come out and sabotage Jake’s chances of winning tonight. However, even when Insurrection wanted to use their numbers against BACHI and Ogawa, they couldn’t do anything once Adam Lucas evened the playing field and brought a steel chair.. This was intense and I can’t wait to see what happens next between all 8 of these Elitists!!

(The camera shows Adam Lucas raising his steel chair in the air, as BACHI, Ogawa, and SEBAS all stand beside him. The camera then shows Insurrection frustrated on the entrance ramp before fading to black.)

(A commercial for your nearest sex toys shop starring Bronson Daniels)

(Dynasty returns from commercial break as Molly Waters is standing by backstage with a beaming smile on her face. She looks to the camera for a few more moments letting the crowd quiet down before she begins to speak up to the mic)

Molly Waters: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty! There has been some speculation backstage about a returning individual here on the red brand and I’m here to announce tonight that the wait is over!

(The crowd would cheer loudly as clearly they were anticipating who it would be)

Molly Waters: So ladies and gentlemen please welcome… Charlie Marr!

(The crowd’s cheers would immediately turn sour as they would begin to boo loudly as before long the bearded individual in question, Charlie Marr would make his appearance on EAW television after 4 long months away as he would have a straight look as he looked at Molly. It would turn to a light smirk as he crossed his arms before speaking)

Charlie Marr: I feel like you need to run that back Molly. I’d *love* for you to introduce me as “The Conscience of EAW, Charlie Marr.”

(Pause)

Charlie Marr: Go on.

(Molly gave a heavy sigh as Charlie shook his head in response with disapproval)

Molly Waters: Please welcome… The Conscience of EAW… Charlie Marr…

Charlie Marr: Would love more enthusiasm on your part but whatever. And might I add the conscience that EAW desperately needs in this troubling time. Let me talk to you a little bit about the situation that Elite Answers Wrestling is in currently. And let me say, it’s absolutely down in the dumps. The loss of Charlie Marr has brought not just this brand, but this company as an entirety, down a whole lot, not enough to describe. I mean I go on my phone one day to see that that old fucktard named Lethal Consequences has won the World Heavyweight Championship? Someone who hasn’t done anything in his 80 years of existence and is suddenly deserving of it?

(Charlie sighed as he brought his head down, looking back up with a solemn face as he continued to speak)

Charlie Marr: As you can see, Dynasty needs a direction. I could say EAW but that’s a broader spectrum that we’ll work on later. That was what I was working on before my leave, and that is what I’ll continue to work on. To fix StarrStan’s idiotic mistakes just as I did myself, as you can see it’s a cause. As much as I’d like to say otherwise I’d like to think that there is still saving EAW as a whole. To sum it up for you people at home? I’ll say it simple, Dynasty needs it’s conscience, a proper one might I add. And who better than Charlie Marr to do so?

Molly Waters: If I may add-

Charlie Marr: No you may not, but you already interrupted me.

Molly Waters: Well, what’s first for Charlie Marr?

(Charlie would think for a moment, taking his time before composing an answer. He would look away from the camera and Molly as his eyes would light up. The smirk growing back on his face he looked over to Molly and began to walk past)

Charlie Marr: Here’s my answer.

(Charlie moved past the camera as it panned over to follow him. He made his way through the backstage area before stopping at a production crate. The Fallen Angel was seen as he was unwrapping his wrist tape as he shook his head, clearly pleased about what happened earlier in the night with his victory to Riley McCray as he slowly looked up from his position to see Charlie beaming down on him. He groaned as he stood up and began to walk away but before he could get far Charlie grabbed his shoulder as he turned him around)

Charlie Marr: What’s the rush? I’m only here to talk.

The Fallen Angel: Better make it quick.

Charlie Marr: What’s got you so down? Not so sarcastic anymore are you? You see, contrary to belief, I’ve been keeping up with what’s going on around here which helped me come up with the conclusion that Dynasty needs Charlie Marr. One thing I’ve seen is you, Fallen Angel. Fallen on hard times haven’t you? I understand that you got a win earlier in the night, and allow me to give my congrats to you for that, but I can see it. That loss last week got you down? I mean, I can’t really blame you, losing to a pathetic loser like Jake Smith takes a toll on the mind.

The Fallen Angel: Who are you to tell me what to do?

Charlie Marr: :whoa: Hold on there buddy let’s not say things that we might regret, and I mean that. You didn’t let me finish anyways, I see you as someone who is lost. A lost soul that is in need of some sort of guidance. Let me give you an opportunity that few people have been able to be granted, and that’s to be taken under my wing. With my help and guidance, I can fix you. I can give you insight that no one else has been able to be given. You and I? You know what I see? Both of us can repair Friday Night Dynasty to what it once was when Charlie Marr was around. I’ve done it before, I can do it again, all it needs, is proper vision. So, I’ll let you decide, what do you say?

(Charlie holds out his hand, an olive branch of sorts towards The Fallen Angel. The Fallen Angel looks down at his hand before looking up to his cold, blue eyes as he gives a sigh. He shakes his head before slapping his hand away)

The Fallen Angel: Maybe another time, huh, “buddy”.

(The Fallen Angel quickly walked away as he gave an audible “nah” as he did so before disappearing through the backstage area. Charlie would look down at his hand as he brought it back down to his side and looked up. He closed his eyes and gave a deep breath as Molly Waters shortly popped up next to him. She brought the mic up to his face slowly as Charlie opened his eyes and slowly pushed it away as he looked down at her)

Charlie Marr: That will be all.

(And from there, Charlie Marr disappeared from the camera frame as Dynasty faded out to commercial break)

(A commercial for that new Vic Vendetta song starring that one Spanish rapper, Pitbull)

(The scene transitions to the parking lot of World 1 Theatre.)

(“The Last Messiah” Drake King is seen walking amongst the shadows that have been cast by the moonlight. He looks smug, having done exactly what he vowed to do and that was meddle in the King of Elite tournament. Drake’s promise on Voltage last week has seemingly come true, and as a result, his former friend and partner, Jake Smith, finds himself on the outside, looking in as MITSUBACHI advanced to the Dynasty semi-finals.)

(Unbeknownst to Drake, Fight Grid reporter, Molly Waters, is hot on his heels. Since the conclusion of the mess of a match between MITSUBACHI and Jake, Molly has been trying to track down Drake. She has finally found him, and now that she has her eyes on him, she is not letting him get away without some type of explanation.)

Molly Waters: DRAKE! DRAKE!

(Drake comes to a halt, his moment of peace temporarily taken from him. A fake smile crosses his face as he turns around, finding Molly coming up behind him with a microphone.)

Drake King: My child. What can I do for you?

(Molly stops in front of Drake and gives him a look.)

Molly Waters: I believe your question answers itself. You already know what I’m looking for. Why in the world did you cost Jake Smith the King of Elite tournament earlier tonight?

Drake King: Ahhh. You mean the tournament I begged the Board of Directors to cancel? The tournament that represents the very definition of greed and evil?

(Drake’s extremely calm voice does not settle well with Molly.)

Molly Waters: Yes. The highly anticipated and always exciting yearly King of Elite tournament that gives the winner a chance to compete for a world championship of their choice. That tournam-

(Drake holds up his hand to silence Molly. He closes his eyes, almost as if he is saying a silent prayer for her and for what Drake believes to be her ignorance.)

Drake King: Have you not heard a word that I have said this entire time? I have outlined the very reasons why this tournament should be stricken from the books for good, just like the majority of the past winners. Nothing good has ever come from the King of Elite tournament. The two most recent winners represent absolutely everything that is currently wrong with the EAW product.

(Drake almost appears sad by this and he shakes his head.)

Drake King: Malcolm Jones is barely a presence on television. He is allowed to rest on his laurels and compete when he wants. He is given opportunities he barely has to fight to earn, while other members of the EAW roster beg and plead on a weekly basis for even a scrap of what he has been freely given, and for what? Because he is a former King? A former champ? I am a King, and also a former champion, but does that mean I take the easy way out? Not a chance. I get in that ring and I fight for the right things week after week. You will never see a man, an actual God, such as myself ever get complacent or lazy. The behavior of men such as Malcolm Jones sickens me to my very core, and last year’s winner is just as horrible. That man is demanding more money and for what? So HE can come back and push HIS sinful behavior on the rest of us? So HE can have a platform to bully other people and use them like HE did me? HE won one tournament, the most corrupt tournament in the entire world, and now all of a sudden HE thinks HE doesn’t have to actually work in order to earn HIS keep? I won the Elitist of the Year award but you don’t see me making unreasonable demands, now do you? That’s because I am selfless and working for the greater good. If anything, more people should be like me. If we completely cut vanity achievements out of this sport, we would all be better off, but since not everyone shares my beliefs as of yet, I have to slowly chip away at certain things.

(Drake beams.)

Drake King: And tonight, I did just that. If this company won’t cancel the King of Elite tournament, then I will make sure that the crown doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. Jake Smith is a sloth. He is the definition of a lazy, self-absorbed Elitist who doesn’t deserve anything good to come his way. He has surrounded himself with a bunch of yes men, and has made sure that going forward he will have other people around to help him out of jams. Jake learned nothing from his time with me, and has learned even less since we’ve been apart. He constantly falls back into old habits, and never truly progresses himself for the better. Hopefully this will serve as a lesson to him. At least, I hope it does. I don’t have a lot of faith in Jake Smith becoming a better person any time soon, but he will learn. I had to learn as well, and now it’s up to me to teach others the same things I got taught. The future of EAW depends on everyone understanding me and my teachings. They must see the light so this company can thrive going forward. Without Drake King, this company is nothing, and without my leadership… well you all saw it the same as I did.

(Drake can’t help but shudder and it has nothing to do with the frigid temperatures.)

Drake King: I am here to change the course of history, Molly, and I am here for the long haul. Change won’t happen overnight, but little by little, I can get us all closer to our goal. My vision for EAW will come to fruition, and keeping that crown out of dirty hands is all part of it. What happened to Jake tonight should serve as an example of everyone going forward. Don’t regress. Don’t become an even worse person. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way. My work is far from done.

(Molly doesn’t really know what to say as Drake spins on his heels and starts to walk away. Drake has certainly made his intentions clear and if any Elitist didn’t take him seriously before, then no doubt they do now.)

(The scene fades elsewhere.)

(After the last segment of the night the camera would fade into Stephie Love standing in the middle of the ring with a bright smile on her face as she began to announce the main event of the evening)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen the following… is a CHAMPION VS CHAMPION MAIN EVENT BOUT!!! And it is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

(‘Tougher Colder Killer’ by El-P ft. Killer Mike & Despot blared through the speakers of the World 1 Theatre to a negative reaction as Lethal Consequences nonchalantly made his way out to the stage with the Answers World Championship on his shoulder. He immediately passed the ramp and made his way to the ring, looking around every so often with a stern look on his face as he did so.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first… from Oakland, California… weighing in at 230 pounds… he is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!! THE INEVITABLE… LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: I’m sure Lethal Consequences feels pleased in himself after the events of last week. Having interfered in the main event matchup between Impact, his opponent tonight, Dray Fontana, and Chris Elite I’m sure he’s satisfied in the message he sent to specifically Dray last week with what he’s done.

Flannery McCoy: LC one step at a time further solidifying how good of a World Heavyweight Champion that he is as now he steps back into the ring for the first time since his title win at Road To Redemption. Definitely more of a first impression type of situation for LC as he clearly needs to show his worth as a Champion, and what better than to beat another Champion in the process?

Jake Mercer: :whew: If I haven’t said it before I’ll say it again, LC is top two World Champions in Elite Answers Wrestling history, NUMBER ONE BEING LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! WOO! I love this feeling, this feeling of being right, goddamn it feels pretty damn good. Do you imagine how much money I got betting at Road To Redemption?! I AM SKY HIGH! WOO!

(LC would pass the bottom of the ramp as he circled around before climbing up the steel steps and entering into the ring. He made his way over to the top rope as he raised the World Heavyweight Championship high in the air before jumping down to the canvas and going to the opposite corner, doing the same thing before he made his way over to his corner and ‘Tougher Colder Killer’ had faded out. ‘GATTI’ by JACKBOYS ft. Pop Smoke played up to cheers from the crowd as Andre Walker strutted out to the stage. He had the New Breed Championship around his waist which he unbuckled and raised up in the air before making his way down the ramp and headed towards the ring with a smirk on his face as he put his title on his shoulder)

Stephie Love: And his opponent… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 185 pounds… he is the NEW BREED CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! THE NOTORIOUS… ANDRE WALKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Speaking of our main event match last week you already know that Andre is not happy with what happened, especially with his opponent tonight getting his hands into the match, especially his first one since his title defense at Road To Redemption against Donovan Duke. Andre for sure is looking to get some well needed redemption tonight.

Flannery McCoy: Well not only that but get one of the biggest wins of his career by beating the current EAW World Heavyweight Championship, imagine what that would do for not just himself but the legitimacy of the New Breed Championship? That would absolutely skyrocket it to the clouds, which is what I think Andre sees tonight, which is why he believes he has to win in return.

Jake Mercer: Are we just going to ignore what happened earlier in the show with Mr. DEDEDE? Are you sure he isn’t going to cost Andre the match tonight? I can definitely see that happen, but hey! I’m all for it! If it means LC is going to win then count me right in, DEDEDE come out whenever you want dad.

(Andre circled around the ring before jumping onto the apron and climbing up to the top rope. He would look around as the camera panned around the ring as he raised the title once more before he jumped over the top turnbuckle and entered into the ring. Eyeing his opponent he would go over to the center of the ring and pose with the New Breed Championship one more time before making his way over to his corner as ‘GATTI’ faded out and the Ref went to signal for the bell)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: Here we go as our main event is underway! AND ANDRE RUNS RIGHT OUT OF HIS CORNER AND CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING CLOTHESLINE TAKING DOWN LC IN HIS TRACKS! Andre coming full speed ahead because I think he knows well this quite possibly could be his biggest victory to date if he manages to get a win over the EAW World Heavyweight Champion! Andre stepping forward, KNEE DROP TO THE HEAD OF LC!

Flannery McCoy: LC trying to get back up but Andre is right on the attack as he runs past him and rebounds off the ropes, AS HE GOES FOR A PENALTY KICK TOWARDS HIS FACE! But LC takes the leg as he brings Andre back up! DRAGON SCREW SENDS ANDRE DOWN TO THE MAT! Andre in pain as he rolls over to the ropes and latches onto the bottom rope, BUT LC RUNS FORWARD AND SENDS ANDRE OUT OF THE RING WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!

Jake Mercer: LC rolling out of the ring as well as he grabs the head of Andre, BUT ANDRE RETALIATES AS HE GRABS ANDRE BY THE HEAD AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE BARRICADE! Andre shoving LC away as he’s attempting to create distance and escape away from him as much as he can as he grabs onto the ringpost, as LC runs forward! But Andre with a back elbow to his nose as he grabs him and shoves him back into the ring as he follows close behind him and rolls back in as well!

Stew-O: Andre up to his feet as LC follows, AS ANDRE GOES FOR A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! But LC seeing this as he gets up just barely ducking it by a hair! LC grabbing at the leg planted onto the ground as he takes Andre down to the mat! LC GOING FOR AN ANKLE LOCK! But Andre drops onto his back as he sends a boot towards the face of LC barely escaping that! Both of them are back up now as LC moves forward, BUT ANDRE GRABS HIM AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR AS HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A STANDING SPANISH FLY!

Flannery McCoy: Andre pulling out all the stops as now he’s beginning to scale the top rope! LC attempting to slowly get up as clearly the New Breed Champion has been giving him a fight early in this match, AS ANDRE LEAPS OFF AND GOES FOR A CROSSBODY! But LC moves out of the way as Andre flops onto the ground, that has to hurt! LC taking advantage as he’s grabbing Andre by the head and dragging him up to his feet as he continues, AND THROWS ANDRE SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

Jake Mercer: Andre falling back down to the ground as LC slowly begins to make his way over to Andre shaking off the wear and tear, AS HE LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND DROPS A ELBOW DROP ONTO HIS HEART! Andre sitting up as LC locks in a quick headlock! Andre struggling to find a way to breathe as LC begins to impose a vice grip onto this matchup. Andre grabbing at his head as he’s slowly beginning to get up but LC is struggling as he’s dropping all his weight to make sure that Andre stays seated onto the ground!

Stew-O: But it’s Andre that takes LC down to the mat with a snapmare! LC taken by surprise as Andre gets back up to his feet, AND CONNECTS WITH A PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! LC grabbing at his head but manages to plant himself up to a knee as Andre comes forward and grabs him by the head as he brings him back up, as Andre spins around and goes for a kick towards the gut!

Flannery McCoy: But it’s LC that grabs onto his foot and shoves it away with force as Andre falls down to a seated position, AS LC GRABS HIM INTO A HEADLOCK AND LIFTS HIM UP OFF HIS FEET AS HE DROPS HIM DOWN INTO A SUPLEX! Andre rolling over to the apron as he grabs the ropes to bring himself up as LC is already back up and running as he makes his way over to Andre, BUT ANDRE GRABS THE ROPES AND CONNECTS WITH A ROPE-ASSISTED ENZUIGIRI!

Jake Mercer: But it’s LC that manages to grab his legs as he shoves it away sending Andre tumbling back down to ringside! LC staying in the ring as he’s giving himself a nice opportunity to catch his breath meanwhile Andre is grabbing onto the barricade to keep himself upwards as he looks at the ring as LC waits methodically inside it.

Stew-O: Andre with swiftness as he’s jumping onto the apron and using the ropes to propel into the ring, AS HE’S LOOKING TO TAKE LC DOWN WITH A SPRINGBOARD KNEE! Which connects as it takes LC by surprise as he falls down to the ground! LC bringing himself up attempting to not lose the momentum he’s given himself, BUT ANDRE FROM BEHIND TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

Flannery McCoy: LC manages to keep himself on a knee as he drops himself down but Andre is not letting him breathe as he grabs him by the arm and sends him towards the corner, AS HE RUNS FORWARD AND GOES FOR A KNEE STRIKE TOWARDS HIS GUT! But it’s LC that moves out of the way as Andre slams his knee against the middle turnbuckle! Andre turning around, but it’s LC that catches him with a swift knife edge chop to take him off guard!

Jake Mercer: LC now sending stomps towards the gut of Andre to force him downward! Andre finding himself in a seated position as I don’t think he sees what LC has in store for him, AS LC RUNS FORWARD AND SLAMS A KNEE STRAIGHT INTO THE FACE OF ANDRE WALKER! LC grabbing Andre by the arm bringing him back up as he pulls him in, AS HE”S GOING FOR LOWDOWN! SPINEBUSTER ATTEMPT BY THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Stew-O: BUT ANDRE WITH A ELBOW AS HE REVERSES WITH AN ARM DRAG SENDING LC DOWN! LC down on the ground as Andre keeps ahold of his arm, AND LOCKS IN A CROSS ARMBREAKER! But it’s LC that reaches out and puts his leg on the ropes signaling for the quick rope break as both of them get back up to their feet!

Flannery McCoy: BUT IT ALLOWS ANDRE TO GRAB HIM AND TAKE HIM DOWN WITH REDLIGHT! THE X-PLEX CONNECTS AS ANDRE GOES FOR THE PIN ON LC!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Jake Mercer: BUT LC KICKS OUT! Andre right back up as he circles around the ring, just waiting for LC to get up as he attempts to recover. Andre speeding up the pace as he tosses LC towards the corner, LC falls down as Andre runs forward! ANDRE IS GOING FOR GRIMSEVER! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO A CORNERED LC INCOMING!

Stew-O: But it’s LC that manages to escape out of the way before that connects! Andre turning around but it’s LC that sends him towards the ropes and waits for him to come back, AS HE TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS! Now LC just sending lefts and rights towards the face of Andre as he attempts to beat him down as much as he can before he separates and gets back up to his feet.

Flannery McCoy: LC bringing Andre up, as he connects with a forearm shot! LC sending a barrage of fists and forearms towards his face but Andre is beginning to fight back with strikes of his own as this has turned into a back and forth! But LC sending a knee towards his gut! LC pushing him up against the ropes as he throws him towards it, BUT ANDRE USING THAT MOMENTUM TO RUN FORWARD AT LC AND ATTACK HIM WITH A BICYCLE KICK!

Jake Mercer: LOWDOWN! LC TURNS IT INTO A SPINEBUSTER AND PLANTS ANDRE DOWN ONTO THE MAT AS HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHH-

Stew-O: BUT IT’S ANDRE THAT KICKS OUT OF THE PIN! LC realizing that it’s going to take a lot more than that to keep the New Breed Champion down as he’s back up to his feet and leaning back in a corner. Andre is beginning to recover just barely as he’s clawing at the canvas and attempting to drag himself to safety towards the ropes, but it’s LC that takes a step forward and stomps down on his back which stops him just for the moment!

Flannery McCoy: Andre flat down on the ground as LC is circling around him as he grabs him by his head and brings him back up to his feet, but it’s Andre that attempts to fight back against him with a forearm strike across his face! LC sent backward but he grabs onto the ropes to keep himself upward as Andre runs towards him, AND GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE WHICH SENDS LC OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Jake Mercer: LC stumbling backwards as he manages to keep himself up on his feet by leaning against the barricade. Andre seeing this as he runs to the ropes and back setting him up, TOPE CON HILO AS HE LAUNCHES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TAKES LC DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Stew-O: Andre has kicked his intensity up as he’s grabbing LC and rolling him back into the ring as he’s jumping up onto the apron and climbing up the turnbuckles, LC is down on the ground as that leaves Andre in position! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Flannery McCoy: BUT LC GETS THE KNEES UP! Andre rolling around as he didn’t expect the air to be taken out of his body as he gets up onto a knee, BUT LC ALREADY HAS HIM SET AS HE’S BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND CONNECTS WITH A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! Andre stumbling backward as he keeps his ground, AND CONNECTS WITH A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI OF HIS OWN TO LC AS HE GETS BACK UP TO HIS FEET!

Jake Mercer: Both of them are dropping down to a knee as they’re looking over at one another with stares that could kill as they get back up to their feet. IT’S LC THAT STRIKES FIRST ATTEMPTING A RUNNING LARIAT TO THE THROAT OF ANDRE WALKER! But it’s Andre that ducks under as he turns him around, ANDRE GOING FOR A PUMP HANDLE BACKBREAKER! But LC manages to slip out of it as he turns Andre around! BUT ANDRE WAS READY FOR IT AS HE CONNECTED WITH AN ENZUIGIRI! LC falling backwards towards the ropes!

Stew-O: BUT ANDRE SETTING HIM UP! NO WAY! DRE WALKER 3000 CONNECTS! ARM TRAPPED BELLY TO BACK SLAM TAKES LC DOWN TO THE GROUND AS ANDRE IS GOING FOR THE PIN! THE BIGGEST WIN OF HIS CAREER!

Flannery McCoy: WAIT! LC SLIDES OUT OF THE RING! Andre trying to reach out to catch him before he can do so but it’s too late! Andre’s closest chance of winning all gone out the window as he looks to the outside, he doesn’t know what to do! It all just slipped away!

Jake Mercer: Well it looks like he has a plan now as he’s getting back up to his feet and is heading onto the apron now. LC slowly recovering but Andre is setting him up, just waiting for him! ANDRE IS GOING FOR THE DAWNBREAKER TO THE RINGSIDE FLOORING!

Stew-O: LOWDOWN! LC BARELY CONNECTS WITH THE SPINEBUSTER TAKING ANDRE DOWN AS HE’S ABSOLUTELY LIFELESS ON THE OUTSIDE! LC trying to recover as he’s grabbing Andre and rolling him back in as he slowly rolls back into the ring to follow him as Andre is slowly beginning to get back up to his feet but LC is already running towards him!

Flannery McCoy: LCR! SPINNING BACK ELBOW TO THE HEAD OF ANDRE SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! LC COLLAPSING DOWN AS HE FALLS RIGHT ONTO ANDRE PROMPTING THE REF TO SLIDE IN AND GO FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Tougher Colder Killer’ plays back up as Lethal Consequences sits up and looks around at the booing virtual audience as he has a straight look on his face. The Ref walks over to help him up to his feet as he hands him his World Heavyweight Championship before raising his arm in the air as LC holds the title up as well alongside it. He looks around before making his way up to the top rope and looking towards the camera that’s pointed towards him. He brings the title up slightly next to his head as he looks towards it and back to the camera as he keeps the expression on his face before he climbs back down and onto the canvas as he continues the celebration of his win)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner… THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!!!!

Jake Mercer: 5-STARS! BIG LC CAME OUT WITH THE VICTORY AS HE SHOULD! Honestly it could’ve been 6 stars if it was in the World TWO Theatre, two is better than one but I digress. We should rejoice such a victory because what a man the World Heavyweight Champion is. :blessed:

Stew-O: What a match that we’ve just seen between two of Dynasty’s must-see Champions. Both of them laid it all on the line to show just who the superior Champion was in 2021 but in the end it was none other than our World Champion, Lethal Consequences who came out with the victory!

Flannery McCoy: For sure as Andre Walker put up one hell of a fight. This is definitely not the end for him as just as LC has he’s got some other stuff to be concerned of as we saw earlier in the night. Stellar main event and a stellar Dynasty as that’s all we have for you tonight! For Stew-O and Jake Mercer, I’m Flannery McCoy, signing off!

(Andre Walker is seen in the ring as he sits in a corner with the New Breed Championship clutched tightly to his chest as he looks to the outside of the ring. The last shot of Dynasty tonight is LC raising the World Heavyweight Championship up in the air as he makes his way up the ramp and headed towards the backstage area as Dynasty faded to black from there)

(EAW logo buzzes.)