Dynasty 1/8/21

(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!

(ONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-)

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!!!

(ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

(THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-)

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!!!!

(ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

(THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

(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:

//i.imgur.com/ZoUWJ13.jpg

//i.imgur.com/0rgJti7.jpg

//i.imgur.com/eKtCzEv.jpg

//i.imgur.com/a3wJaFo.jpg

//i.imgur.com/gwdhW5W.jpg

(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!!!