(EAW Logo Plays.)
(Operation Doomsday logo flashes as clips begin to rapidly play. The plethora of superstars in the elimination opener are shown with the clip ending with Archimedes J. Manson standing tall as the winner. Next, the final Winner Takes All match sees Provençal defeating Eric Havoc and El Landerson for his third straight win. We see him celebrate with his kids as his prizes are announced and then we see the conflict between Havoc and StarrStan post match as Havoc spits on StarrStan’s shoes. Next, Fatal Destiny vs Osamu/The Valkyrie plays as Celes and Osamu are taken out during the match. Miho and Karina try to fight through adversity as we are shown the footage of a wounded and defeated Celes Dumont being taken away by the medical staff. The clip ends as Darcy May Morgan and Remi Skyfire stand tall.)
(Next, we see the Drake King dominate Vic Venom in the most one sided beating in recent memory. Next, a modern day classic sees Jack Ripley shut down the feisty underdog in Jake Smith for the National Elite Championship. Following this, TLA and Darkane are displayed going two to two and the controversial ending sees Darkane escape with a win over his rival as TLA is left confused and distraught.)
(We finally see the double main events. First, Impact outsmarts and outlasts his long time rival Lethal Consequences.The bloody filled no disqualification match was referred by HRDO who desperately tried to be fair but due to Lethal’s arrogance, ended up being the catalyst to his demise. Impact is shown smiling after hitting his double knee facebuster and laying in a bloody mess right next to LC before going for the cover and defeating his foe. LC closes the show with a face of despair as its clear he can not challenge for the World Heavyweight title until Impact loses his championship.)
(Finally, we see the other main event match that set the standard for all Women’s title matches that could potentially follow it from here on. Kassidy Heart vs Serena was everything plus more for fans as two of the greatest wrestlers in EAW history put the smack talk to the side and collide in a 5 star classic. Serena hitting Serenity, Kassidy hitting Painfully Ever After on to Serena’s bent arm, and various impactful moments in this match. We see the brutal ending, Kassidy driving the back of her heel in to Serena’s head until the match is stopped. Serena, being checked on by the staff as she is knocked out and Kassidy exiting the arena with her gold still in her possession end the clips before the video fades out.)
(Friday Night Dynasty finally opens as we see the live crowd. The AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas is on fire as the show begins.)
Stew-O: WELCOME EVERYBODY TO A POST OPERATION: DOOMSDAY EDITION OF…FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY!
Flannery McCoy: One of the biggest and most explosive FPVs in EAW history, one can’t comprehend just what the state of Dynasty is right now. All three champions defended their titles and all three challengers all still fought with so much pride and heart. From Jake to Lethal to Serena Bennett.
Jake Mercer: Not to mention all the other Elitist that showed up and showed out for Dynasty’s first FPV of season 13! StarrStan has his hands full not just with Eric Havoc but with all the chaos that went on during that show!
Stew-O: Fatal Destiny is without their leader as they take on the team of Eric Havoc and Mike Gambino this week. Helena Merriman goes toe to toe with Ronan Malosi, Archimedes and Arcichida go one on one, and Jake Smith faces off with Justin Windgate as well!
Jake Mercer: Don’t forget, Drake King and Darcy May Morgan look to steal the show right before National Elite champion Jack Ripley faces the winner of the final WINNER TAKES ALL battle, Provencal!
Flannery McCoy: I wonder if he drove that Jeep here tonight!
Jake Mercer: I highly doubt that truck is going around the block twice let alone all the way here!
(“Surfin’ (ft Pharrell Williams)” by Kid Cudi begins to play throughout the speakers of the AT&T Center, and the crowd in the arena explodes at the sound of the drum intro.)
Flannery McCoy: :gladbron: Guys! Look who it is!
(After a few moments, Serena Bennett comes out onto the stage, damaged hand still lightly bandaged from where she was stapled and bit, but that doesn’t stop her from her usual dancing and interacting with fans as she walks down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…SERRRRREEEENNNAAAAA BENNNNNNEEETTTTT!
Jake Mercer: Sounds like Serena Bennett is gonna be the one to kick off Dynasty for us this evening! I personally can’t wait to see what she has to say after her stunning performance at Operation: Doomsday!
Stew-O: WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
(Serena hops onto the apron and enters the ring. She reaches for a microphone as her music dies down, the crowds admiration and respect for Serena apparent by the volume of their chants and cheers. She can’t help but blush and smiled widely as she stands happily in the center of the ring.)
Serena Bennett: What’s good, San Antonio?!
(The crowd cheers.)
Serena Bennett: That’ll never get old. I love y’all, thank you so much for that. It’s people like you who put me where I am right now, no cap. Without the EAW Universe, I wouldn’t have made as much of an impact as I know that I already have, with or without a championship belt. It’s clear that I don’t need that to earn your respect, your love, your support, your appreciation. Again, thank you. You make losses like these easy to come back from.
Crowd: SER-EN-A! SER-EN-A! SER-EN-A!
SER-EN-A! SER-EN-A! SER-EN-A!
Serena Bennett: Now now now, listen to me real good, no, we not out here to feel sorry for ourselves, let’s make that perfectly clear. I don’t want y’all to think I’m coming out here to reflect on my performance at Operation: Doomsday and throw a lil’ pity party that would throw some of Kassidy Heart’s to shame. Yeah, okay, yeah, I know that I didn’t walk out with a championship—as far as I can tell, I wasn’t even defeated. Not really anyway. Not technically. My match ended in a no contest all ‘cause the champion lost her shit. Could never be me. And I hear what some of y’all have to say about that, talmbout how I was “murdered,” that I bit off more than I could chew. Yeah, aiight. But I’m still here to talk about it though and tell my story at the end of it, so wassup? I knew what that match would be from the start—a classic. Periodt. Y’all gonna remember who brought it out of her, though. :troll: You all better remember who took that bitch to her limit and drove her to the point of insanity. Y’all gonna know the type of competitor that it took for Kassidy to fully evolve into the mAuLeR or whatever codename it is they calling her these days. Yeah, that was me. I’m that bitch, title or no title, I drove that cunt to the limit—so much so she couldn’t use her usual arsenal against me, she couldn’t put me away using pure technical wrestling as I’m known for, she needed to do some batshit crazy mess to finish me, really knocked me out. Yawn. Like I ain’t been knocked out or passed out in that ring before, I ain’t worried. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep me down and out for good, to stop me from tryna get that Universal Women’s Title back.
(The crowd cheers knowing that Serena is still interested in the prospect of earning her title back!)
Serena Bennett: Like, okay, yeah, I know, Cameron already set her sights on that belt, too, but I ain’t worried. they got their match set up, what the fuck ever. But just y’all wait, I’ma find my way back into that title scene. I’m getting my rematch, y’all, I don’t give a damn what anybody has to say about that either—
(“2nd Sucks” by A Day To Remember cuts Serena off mid sentence. She turns her attention directly to the ramp. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest as the camera cuts to StarrStan who now stands at the top of the stage. He begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Flannery McCoy: What the hell? How dare he interrupt the GOAT. :picard:
Jake Mercer: I’m a little confused myself, Flan, I’m not entirely sure what kind of business StarrStan has with Serena right now. This better be something good, as I was personally looking forward to watching Serena dig herself into yet another hole.
Stew-O: Don’t you dare, nearly everything Serena said just a moment ago was true! I think you just hate knowing she can verbally shit on your favs better than anyone in this business. Serena is a commodity, and she’s perfectly aware of that. She’s invaluable to this company and will do all that she can to take this industry to new heights!
(StarrStan, now in the ring, secures a microphone from the timekeeper’s area and stands alongside Serena.)
StarrStan: Serena! Forgive me for the interruption, but I couldn’t wait another moment to share the good news with you! But first of all, above all things, I would like to salute you, Serena.
(StarrStan leads the audience in a round of applause for the inaugural Universal Women’s Champion.)
StarrStan: At Operation: Doomsday, you showed the Dynasty universe exactly what you’re all about. And for that, I’m proud to have you as a member of my roster. You fought with the heart of a champion, despite not walking out with one—
Serena Bennett: Shit, you don’t have to rub it in, fam. :mjpls:
StarrStan: Sorry, but I’m just saying. It doesn’t change my or anyone else’s perspective about how strong of a competitor you are. :wow: And like it or not, Serena, throughout your time here on Dynasty, although short, you’ve become quite a leader around this locker room. I’d go so far to say that you’re one of the faces, if not, the face of this whole brand. And that’s expected—you were my very first draft pick, after all. I always knew I had high expectations for you, and, well—you’ve exceeded and surpassed everyone of them so far! Which is why I know you’ll do an amazing job as the CAPTAIN of Dynasty’s War Games team at TERRITORIAL INVASION!
(Serena’s jaw drops as the crowd erupts into more cheers.)
Stew-O: CAPTAIN?! :oh: I wonder what kind of reaponsivilies this will entail!
Jake Mercer: Will she even be able to handle it?!
Flannery McCoy: One things for sure—Serena as captain is sure to do everything within her power to ensure that she’ll be the one to lead her team to victory!
StarrStan: I hope you’re excited as I am, Serena! And I know that when it comes to putting together the perfect 3-person War Games team, you’ll make the right choice for the sake of Dynasty.
Serena Bennett: Wait wait wait…you mean I can pick my teammates?! Anybody I want?
StarrStan: Of course! Starting this week, keep an eye out for any potential teammates, any roster members that stand out to you and that you believe will bring the Red Brand a huge victory! I’m not the type to put all my eggs in one basket, usually, but something tells me, Serena, that if there’s anyone for the job, it’s you. I have faith in you, and your judgement.
Serena Bennett: :oh: Damn, Stanley! Thanks for this! Tell you what, I was finna stand up here and say that I’m more focused on that Universal Title than anything else but—this is an opportunity of a lifetime, forreal. Team Captain? My god. You won’t regret this, Stanley, not even a little bit. I’ma put together an amazing squad, the perfect team. Now, even though red is NOT my color, y’all already KNOW which brand is gon’ walk out of War Games with the victory, TALK TO ME NICE!
(The crowd in the arena roars with approval as StarrStan offers Serena a handshake. She accepts with a smile as “Surfin’” picks back up in the arena, Serena playing up to the crowd in the center of the ring. We see a brief commercial break showcasing for the newest DVD and special from EAW. “PHENOMENAL FOREVER: The Prince of Phenomenal story” is shown featuring behind the scenes footage and exclusive interviews from past and current Elitist on the career of POP and information on if he may return one day.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match!
(“Fight Song” by Sister Sin hits as the crowd wilds out.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first representing Fatal Destiny… at a combined weight of 240 pounds they are the team of KARINA ANNNNNNNNNNNNNN AND MIHO-LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!
(Karina Ann and Miho-Li come out to the ring alone not being accompanied by Celes Dumont as they look ready to fight!)
Jake Mercer: This team has won three woman tag titles all over the globe!
Flannery McCoy: Oh really which ones?
Jake Mercer: …!
Stew-O: Nevermind. But tonight they are taking on a tag team that should provide them with a decent challenge.
(“Avalanche” by Bring Me The Horizon hits to deafening boos from the crowd.)
Stephie Love: And their opponents first from Jacksonville, Florida weighing in at 220 pounds he is “THE ONE” ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIC HAVOC!!!!
(Eric Havoc steps out to the stage holding a microphone as he makes his way down to the ring.)
Stew-O: Oh god are we going to have to listen to him talk.
Flannery McCoy: I sure hope not.
Jake Mercer: That is because you are all loyal slaves to StarrStan! The most corrupt general manager of all times! Eric is the only one who has the cojones to speak out!!! END THE RUTHLESS REGIME! END ERIC’S ANXIETY!!!
(“Bolt thrower” by Mercenary hits to boos from the crowd.)
Stephie Love: And his tag team partner from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 236 pounds… “The Mercenary” MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE GAMBINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
(Mike Gambino comes out looking annoyed that he has to tag team with Eric Havoc ignoring his partner as he comes down to the ring.)
Stew-O: You have to feel bad for the guy.
Flannery McCoy: I can’t say that I do.
Jake Mercer: Why would you? He has a dream partner this week!
(The referee calls for the bell as Eric Havoc raises up his microphone.)
Eric Havoc: Alright before this match begins I have a lot of things to get off my chest.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Eric Havoc: First of all… StarrStan is out of control. He is literally out here oppressing me! He is the only reason that I lost at Operation: Doomsday! It’s so sad all you worthless losers in the crowd don’t see how cool and creative I am! Look at me! The entirety of EAW revolves around me and later on tonight when Fatal Destiny calls me out in the middle of that ring you can bet that I will be waiting there to answer their challenge like the brave man that I am!
(Karina Ann slaps the microphone out of Eric’s hand and Roundhouse Kicks him in the face.)
Karina Ann: THAT SHIT GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!
Miho-Li: YEAH! BUT THIS ASS WHIPPING SURE DOES!
Flannery McCoy: Miho-Li now entering the ring as she and Karina Ann deliver a double Brainbuster on Eric. Miho slides out of the ring as Mike Gambino looks on with complete disinterest. Karina goes for the cover!!!
Stew-O: Kick out by Eric Havoc! Eric slides back into the corner with both hands up begging for Karina to back off.
Eric Havoc: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? DON’T YOU KNOW I BELIEVE IN GENDER EQUALITY?!?!?
Flannery McCoy: It seems that Karina Ann also believes in gender equality as she is stomping a very gender neutral mudhole right into Eric Havoc’s bitch ass!
Jake Mercer: STOP! YOU WILL GIVE HIM AN ANXIETY ATTACK!
Stew-O: Eric Havoc looks like he is breathing heavily as he tries to calm himself down. Or maybe just get some air back in his lungs from all those stomps.
Eric Havoc: I see it now… Karina you must be working for star to oppress me…
Karina: um what?
Flannery McCoy: Eric spits right in Karina’s face and then backhands her to the mat!
Jake Mercer: YAS PAPI YAS! ERIC NOW MOUNTING KARINA AS HE POUNDS AWAY AT HER FACE WITH VICIOUS RIGHTS! ERIC SNARLS VICIOUSLY AT THE CAMERA AND POUNDS HIS CHEST BEFORE SCRATCHING LINES DOWN THE CHEST OF KARINA!
Stew-O: Eric Havoc has gone wild here tonight as Mike Gambino claps from the corner impressed by the primal rage of his partner. Eric pulls Karina up to her feet and lifts her…
Flannery McCoy: GO TO SLEEP CONNECTS! ERIC WITH THE COVER!
Eric Havoc: HAHAHA IN YOUR FACE STARR!
Stew-O: NO KARINA KICKED OUT!
Jake Mercer: DAMN! I FULLY BELIEVED ERIC HAD HER!
Flannery McCoy: Eric now breathing heavily again as he looks to be having a panic attack.
Mike Gambino: Ayyyyy! Calm down there buddy! I may not be Jake Smith but I’m a partner you can count on! Tag me in and take a breather man!
Stew-O: Eric Havoc seems to be thinking about this for a second. He then turns around and punt kicks Karina in the head before turning around and tagging Mike into the ring! Here comes the Mercenary!
Jake Mercer: What a badass! A mercenary has no loyalties! I heard that he helped overthrow the corrupt government in a military coup in Puerto Rico!
Flannery McCoy: I’m pretty sure that guy stepped down peacefully.
Jake Mercer: Nah.
Stew-O: Yah. But unlike that this will not be peaceful! Gambino lifting up Karina’s limp body… A vicious Sit Down Powerbomb connects!
Flannery McCoy: Lazy honestly. If you are going to do a move at least do it standing up and get off your fat ass for once.
Jake Mercer: Like we can talk. Our entire job is sitting here. Week in and week out. I honestly can’t feel my legs much anymore.
Stew-O: I’m not sure how much Karina can feel either… Mike Gambino now climbing up to the top rope! Here is comes! FULL CIRCLE 360 SPLASH!
Eric Havoc: Actually nah. Tag me back in again. I got this buddy.
Mike Gambino: …
Flannery McCoy: Mike Gambino distracted for a moment. He looks over at Eric…
Stew-O: Miho-Li just shoved Gambino off the top rope! You have to imagine that Gambino would have had the match won right there if he had hit his finishing move!
Stew-O: Karina crawling across the ring… she leaps with the last of her strength…
Flannery McCoy: TAG MADE! HERE COMES MIHO!!! RUNNING ENZUIGIRI!!!
Jake Mercer: Miho stopping Gambino from making the tag to Eric Havoc! Gambino now fighting back with some well placed shots… but Miho lights up his legs with some professional looking kicks… and a RUNNING BICYCLE KICK FOR GOOD MEASURE! GAMBINO JUST GOT REKT!
Eric Havoc: Why won’t you tag me Mike?!??!?!? Are you working for Starr?!?!?!?!?
Jake Mercer: oh shit I didn’t even think of that!
Stew-O: Literally nobody thought of that. But Miho now smartly thinking of a pin! The cover!!!
Eric Havoc: Did I hear you say “The One”?
Eric Havoc: Oh. Guess I’m not needed then.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… MIHOOOOO LI AND KARINA ANN!!!!
(“Fight Song” by Sister Sin hits as Fatal Destiny celebrates their win.)
Flannery McCoy: Wow great job by Miho Li! This girl is a real talent!
Stew-O: Don’t count out Karina! She may have taken most of the damage in this match but that just proves what a fighter she is!
Jake Mercer: But but what about THE ONE!!!
Flannery & Stew: <facepalm>
Jake Mercer: Oh right… you can’t say anything because you are wage slaves to Starr. Don’t worry Eric. THE REVOLUTION IS COMING AND I WILL BE THE VOICE OF YOUR REVOLUTION! VIVA LA REVOLUCION!!!
(The camera cuts to a commercial for the Popeyes Chicken Sandwich available free with a VIP pass at the Poon Palace! Get your chicken choked today!!! We cut backstage and see Michael Belfort in the parking lot of the arena. He is wearing a dapper suit and is looking curiously over our frame as we see TLA bouncing his lowrider over and over again. TLA doesn’t have his usual happy and tranquilo demeanor as he plays angry music and continues hitting switches on his vehicle.)
Michael Belfort: I am Michael Belfort and I am trying to get an interview with TLA but as you can see…
(TLA bounces some more. Bounce, Bounce.)
Michael Belfort: …As you can see, he keeps bouncing. Over and over. He’s been like this since pulling up to the arena one hour ago. Operation Doomsday ended in very messy fashion for TLA and it’s clear losing to Darkane in the way that he did was something that has hurt the spirit of La Pantera Sexual. Mr. TL-AYE!! WOW! WOAH!
(TLA nearly crushes Belfort’s foot as the low rider bounces dangerously close to him. TLA notices and starts to slow his car’s bouncing until it was parked and all four wheels were on the ground.)
TLA: Ayo, sorry, vato.
Michael Belfort: Jesus, TLA…I could have got a serious injury right there!
TLA: I apologized. I said sorry. My bad. Perdóname, I fucked up. Forgive me, a lot of shit on my mind. Very bad thoughts. Bad, bad things in my head. Brain rocking like double d’s on a seesaw. But that’s not your fault. That’s not your job to make me happy. That’s my own thing, feel me? I gotta cool it now…you not the reason why I’m upset, right?
Michael Belfort: Of course. We all saw the conclusion to the highly anticipated match up between you and Darkane. Darkane found a way to steal a victory from you after such a hellacious build up and an impressive back and forth between you two. I know you are upset but how do you feel, if you can put it into words, about all of this?
TLA: Ya’, kno. People laugh, at me, yeah? They think it’s all jokes and silliness. They look at La Pantera Sexual and think it’s just a comedian in a godly body. Pecs that speculate, a culo worth eating, I’m a sexy stud. People see the ring warrior go off when I get a chance. Top five dead or alive and that’s just off one lp. They think I’m slow or stupid. I know what people think about me and my ways but that’s cool. I didn’t come to EAW to be a wrestling robot. I’m my own man, a savvy businessman, an advocate for poon and poon related activities.
Michael Belfort: Poon related activities?
TLA: I’m pro fucking, homes.
Michael Belfort: Oh.
TLA: Yeah. Poon for all. Even you…Mikey.
(A brief pause from both men as TLA stares at Belfort awkwardly. The brief staredown turns into a full half a minute before TLA breaks his trance and speaks again.)
TLA: Anyway, Darkane is anti-poon. He is anti fun. Mainly, homes is anti TLA. I will never get along with that man and we don’t have to be friends. I don’t even want that no more. I thought we could have us a friendly match. A classic one on one. A legendary fight. Something people would speak about as an all time epic bout. Classic shit, aye. But nope. I got nada. I got robbed. I feel like I had him and he robbed me. I am pissed. I am not happy at this turn of events. I want retribution, no. I don’t wan’ dat’ shit. What’s the better word? Como se dice…aye! Michael! You wanna know? Do you wanna know? What I want? What I need?
(TLA makes a very smoldering look as he stares off into the distance.)
Michael Belfort: TLA wants revenge?
TLA: Oh yeah. TLA wants revenge. This was not how things should have ended between Darky and me. Not at all. Shit weak, bro. He got lucky. Or not. Don’t know. Don’t care. Not his fault he a creepy, school yard circling, heroin abuser. Dude looks like he take a bath in a tub of used needles and gives foot jobs for 8 balls. If you pissed on Kurt Cobain and dipped him in a barrel of oil and then coated him in flour and sprinkled anthrax on him…you get that gringo. Dusty, musty, fool. Crazy bitch. He owe me. Ima get mine. This ain’t over and ima smoke homes like one of those cigarettes he always sucking on. I’m on his ass like a tramp stamp, feel me?
(Suddenly, Steroid Dawg appears in the back seat, barking ferociously.)
Michael Belfort: What’s he saying?
TLA: He wanna eat Darkane booty hole for dinner!
Michael Belfort: Really?!
TLA: No! He a dog. Fuck is you on? Crazy ass…be gone! I got plotting of revenge and shit to do!
(TLA hits his hydraulics again as he and Steroid DWg bounce menacingly in the parking lot again and Michael Belfort shrugs and avoids being crushed again before scrambling away.)
Flannery McCoy: TLA isn’t looking to move past Darkane’s slighting of him it seems!
Stew-O: With the way their match ended, what could anyone expect?
Jake Mercer: I haven’t seen this much anger from a Mexican wrestler since I saw Landerson beat his girlfriend up for breaking his hard shell tacos in Mexico Extreme Wrestling back in 07!
Flannery McCoy: What?!
Jake Mercer: Alright, that one I made up! :troll: Landerson would never!
Flannery McCoy: Be honest, most of the crap you spew is made up!
Jake Mercer: Look, that one was a joke. I admitted it to be a ruse. But please, Flannery baby…do not test my credibility. I know things. Various things. I know who Kassidy Heart pinned in her first match, I know what color trunks Ronan Malosi wore in his last match before EAW, I can tell you the store Remi went to to but her first mouthpiece. I know where the bodies are buried and I don’t mind telling these fans all the things they desperately want to know!
Stephanie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephanie Love: Introducing first…
(‘God’s Hate’ by Divine Injustice plays and Ronan Malosi slowly makes his way out to the entrance ramp, covered in red flashing lights.)
Stephanie Love: Weighing in 251 pounds, he is from Cape Town, South Africa — RONANNNNNNNN MALOOOOOOOOOOSIIIIIIIIII!!!
Jake Mercer: The man, the myth, the legend — Ronan Malosi. Did you know Ronan is the current and defending slap competition champion in Russia?
Flannery McCoy: I don’t think he is, but nonetheless, Ronan Malosi came quite close at Operation: Doomsday to winning the elimination match which opened the free-per-view, but he wasn’t quite able to get it done. He’s looking for some redemption here tonight on Dynasty.
(‘One Woman Army’ by Porcelain Black begins to play and the crowd cheers Helena Merriam as she bursts out onto the stage. She holds up a ‘one’ and begins walking toward the ring.)
Stephanie Love: And his opponent! Weighing in at 180 pounds, she is from Venice Beach, California — THE ONE WOMAN ARMY, HELENAAAAAAAA MERRIAMMMMM!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: Well Helen Merriam also was in that elimination match, but was eliminated first, so a win tonight would be huge for her. Helena and Ronan are circling each other now, trying to get a feel for one another. Ronan has a sick look in his eyes, as if he’s a lion and has caught a wounded anim-
Flannery McCoy: Watch out! Ronan Malosi shoots for a takedown to Helena Merriam, but she just kneed him right in the face. Merriam now, follows up with a huge right forearm to the jaw of Malosi as he stumbles back toward the ropes. Merriam charges Malosi!
Stew-O: NO! Ronan ducks and sends Helena flying to the outside, but she hangs on to the top rope! Helena is out on the apron now… Ronan turns around, goes for a right hand, Helena blocks it! A HUGE KICK TO RONAN MALOSI’S FACE! Helena’s looking for-
Jake Mercer: SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA CONNECTS! This brings the action back to the outside. Oh, wait a minute, Helena Merriam is going for the cover already!
Stew-O: No! A quick kick out from Ronan Malosi early on here. Helena is back on her feet now and Ronan is stumbling back to his. BUT BEFORE HE DOES, HELENA DROPS HIM AGAIN WITH A DROP-KICK! AND SHE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A STANDING SENTON! SHE COVERS HIM AGAIN!
Flannery McCoy: Another quick kick-out by Ronan Malosi here early on. Helena Merriam is now on top of Malosi and she is hammering him with forearms. She looks to the top rope and begins making her way to the top turnbuckle. The One Woman Army holds up the one again! But Ronan Malosi has already made his way back to his feet.
Jake Mercer: CROSSSSS BODDYYYYYYYY!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO! RONAN MALOSI CATCHES HER! OH SHIT! HE JUST THREW OUT RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! SHE FLEW ALL THE WAY FROM THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING TO THE OUTSIDE AND LANDED RIGHT ON HER BACK!
Stew-O: My God, what a nasty fall…
(A replay of the big fall plays on the screen)
Jake Mercer: This is what happens when you face a man who has three Olympic Gold Medals in hammer throwing!
Referee: (off mic) ONE! … TWO!
Flannery McCoy: The referee begins his count now and Ronan Malosi is now on the hunt as he goes to the outside to perhaps bring Helena back in.
Stew-O: Ronan Malosi is on the outside now, he picks up Merriam and looks in her eyes for a moment — they’re fading in and out after that big fall — JESUS!!!
Jake Mercer: THE POWER! RONAN MALOSI JUST TOSSED MERRIAM INTO THAT BARRICADE AND HER BACK COULD BE BROKEN!
(A replay immediately plays of the huge assault from Malosi)
Jake Mercer: I’m telling you both, this man has no qualms with murdering people. I know, because I saw a tape I traded through connections in Siber-
Flannery McCoy: Enough! This surely has become an out-right assault by Ronan Malosi. Malosi now grabs Helena Merriam’s battered body and tosses it back in the ring. She rolls back into the ring and Malosi follows now, stalking Helena Merriam, ready to pounce. Ronan Malosi grabs Helena Merriam by her hair and pulled her up to her feet, groggy, and slides his thumb across his throat, signaling the end here.
Stew-O: SLEEPING PILL!!!!!!! THAT NASTY HEADBUTT CONNECTS! RONAN MALOSI DROPS DOWN FOR THE COVER!
Jake Mercer: :damn: How the hell did Merriam kick out of the headbutt?! THIS MAN’S SKILL IS REENFORCED WITH STEEL!
Flannery McCoy: Ronan Malosi has a look of shock on this face and this crowd here in San Antonio is on their feet for the will and drive of Helena Merriam tonight. Ronan is now begging for Helena Merriam to get back on her feet, there’s no guessing what he’s setting up for here. Merriam, on her hands and knees, is now stumbling back to her feet. This could be ugly!
Stew-O: SLEEPING PILLLLL-
Jake Mercer: DOESN’T CONNECT! HELENA MERRIAM DUCKED! Ronan Malsoi charges back toward Merriam with a lariat attempt, but she ducks again! Helena attacks now, head scissors takedown! Ronan Malosi right back to his feet, but Helena charges again, another huge head scissors takedown! Ronan uses the momentum to roll right back to his feet once more and he charges toward Helena Merriam… Ronan catches Helena in a bear hug position, but she quickly slides free and goes between the legs of Ronan!!! Ronan turns around to grab Merriam, BUT SHE CONNECTS WITH A HUGE HIGH KNEE TO RONAN’S JAW! MERRIAM STEPS BACK, SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!!
Flannery McCoy: NO!! NO! RONAN MALOSI GRABS THE LEGS OF HELENA MERRIAM AND HE IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONS INTO AN STF!! HELENA MERRIAM IS SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!!
Stew-O: A huge exchange between these two results in a clutch counter from Ronan Malosi and now Helena Merriam finds herself in a perilous position as Ronan is wrenching back on that STF. Merriam is struggling, but the crowd is behind her, and the energy in this place is picking up quickly. Helena Merriam is crawling toward the ropes, clawing, scratching, anything she can to fight through this!
Jake Mercer: Wow, she’s nearly made it there! What a maneuver!
Flannery McCoy: Dragging herself to the ropes…. SHE MADE IT! SHE HAS THE ROPES!
Jake Mercer: But Ronan isn’t letting go of the hold! He’s not letting go, Flan!
Flannery McCoy: I see it, dipshit!
Referee: (off mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Stew-O: Ronan Malosi finally lets go of that hold at the behest of the referee and risk of disqualification, but the damage is done. You can see that Helena Merriam is clutching her back which has been put through an enormous amount of punishment here tonight.
Flannery McCoy: Ronan Malosi lifts up Helena Merriam by her hair once more and puts her head between his legs. This could be the end, this could be that brutal Edge of Insanity spike piledriver! HE HAS HER UP!!!!
Jake Mercer: NOPE!! SHE COUNTERS AGAIN!! SHE’S NOW IN POWERBOMB POSITION! AND SHE’S LAYING RIGHT HANDS INTO THE FACE OF RONAN MALOSI!
Flannery McCoy: BUT RONAN MALOSI COUNTERS WITH A HUGE POWERBOMB WHICH PLANTS HELENA MERRIAM! A SIT DOWN COVER!!
Stew-O: Helena Merriam kicks out at the last second! SHE’S A FIGHTER, SHE’S SURE AS HELL A ONE-WOMAN ARMY! Ronan immediately gets back to his feet and goes to pull Helena Merriam to her feet. BUT MERRIAM’S LEG POPS UP AND STRIKES MALOSI IN THE HEAD! AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN! AND AGAIN! Malosi is stumbling backwards, those kicks having their intended effect. AND HELENA MERRIAM WITH A KIP-UP! SHE’S BACK ON HER FEET!
Jake Mercer: Everyone in this arena is on their feet!!!
Flannery McCoy: Ronan Malosi is shocked and doesn’t have time to react as Helena Merriam strikes with a HUGE front-kick to Ronan’s chest! Ronan Malosi stumbles back toward the corner, totally caught off guard. MERRIAM CHARGES! WITH A STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER! She steps back… AND ANOTHER HUGE CORNER SPLASH! Helena Merriam quickly steps up onto the corner turnbuckle, takes a seat… she wraps her arm around Ronan Malosi’s neck!! DIAMOND DUSTTTT FROM THE CORNER!!!! IT CONNECTS!!1
Stew-O: Helena Merriam covers Malsoi!
Jake Mercer: RONAN MALOSI GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AND HE’S STILL IN THIS MATCH! The Maniac is still in this match and it looks like Helena Merriam has exerted all of her energy here because she is still on her back on the mat.
Flannery McCoy: Both of these competitors are on their backs but Helena Merriam is slowly finding her way back to her feet after not being able to finish this with that huge Diamond Dust. Ronan Malosi, the monster he is, is also already stumbling back to his feet — clearly, however, that huge move had some impact as Ronan is now using the ropes for leverage to have a balanced vertical base here. Both competitors glance at each other-
Stew-O: HELENA MERRIAM CHARGES!! WAIT, NO!! POP-UP POWERBOMB FROM MALOSI-
Flannery McCoy: HELENA MERRIAM COUNTERS BY DROPPING BACK!! SHE ROLLS MALOSI UP!!!
Jake Mercer: A KICKOUT! Ronan Malosi saves himself from that rollup and both competitors race back to their feet. Wait, Helena Merriam begins to climb the turnbuckle… and Malosi chases after her! Oh no, Helena Merriam is facing the crowd and Ronan Malosi has his arms wrapped around her waist. This could be a huge suplex from the top…
Stew-O: An elbow from Merriam! Another one connects and Malosi’s grip loosens! Malosi tries to pull the One Woman Army off the turnbuckle, but she holds on for her dear life here. ANOTHER ELBOW AND MALOSI IS STUMBLING… Helena turns… A SLEEPING PILL! SHE JUST HEADBUTTED MALOSI AND HE FALLS BACKWARDS…. SHE HOLDS UP THE ONE!!!
Flannery McCoy: BOMBBBSSS AWAYYYYYY!! SHE CONNECTS WITH THE HUGE MOONSAULT TO ROMAN MALOSI! AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephanie Love: Here is your winner, THE ONE WOMAN ARMYYYY! HELENAAAAAAA MERIAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Flannery McCoy: Wow! Helena Merriam showed some serious perseverance tonight, even as an onslaught from Ronan Malosi early on in this match.
(Replay shows various bumps Merriam took throughout the match)
Jake Mercer: It’s likely the gladiator battles Ronan has gone through in the past that affected his performance tonight, with such an unorthodox opponent such as Helena Merriam. She proved she could get it done tonight.
Stew-O: Certainly a great performance from-
(The camera cuts back to Helena Merriam celebrating, holding up the number one, but behind her is Ronan Malosi with a sick look on his face)
Flannery McCoy: OH NO, LOOK OUT HELENA-
Jake Mercer: EDGE OF INSANITTTTTYYYYY! HE HITS THE SPIKE PILEDRIVER ON HELENA MERRIAM!
Flannery McCoy: MY GOD!
Stew-O: A pissed off Ronan Malosi just planted Helena Merriam after her huge victory, clearly he is bitter being on the losing end here. But that was uncalled for.
Jake Mercer: He always gets the job done, either way!
(The camera cuts away as Ronan Malosi stands over Merriam and looks at the hard cam angrily. We leave the ring area and find ourselves somewhere else as the show transitions. We open up backstage as we see Karina Ann and Miho Li together looking down and frustrated.)
Karina-Ann: You’d think winning would solve this terrible feeling I’m feeling. But, nope! I’m still upset with what happened at Doomsday.
Miho-Li: Who are you telling? Me too, girl. We got hosed. Exposed. Beaten by those two broad, bitches. Worst of all? Celes isn’t here at all. They took her out again and now she’s out.
Karina-Ann: Yeah. It fucking sucks. What are we going to do without our fearless leader? Celes was the backbone to this trio and now? Now we are more lost than when Empire was shit down and we didn’t have a clue if we even would have jobs in EAW or not. I’m not scared for our future but I am worried, Miho.
Miho-Li: Me too. Like, we tried fucking hard. We fought fucking hard. What did we get for it? Another loss. Tonight was a good test of you and me together but what are we to do going forward? Celes Dumont, my poor cousin…who knows when or if she comes back?
Karina-Ann: I hope so. Until then, maybe Fatal Destiny needs a break?
???: Maybe? Maybe not!
(Over walks a well dressed fellow with a serious expression on his face.)
Miho-Li: What are you doing here, Ricky?
Rick Vercetti: That’s Rick Vercetti, Miho! You two are back here crying after that win tonight? I’m not going to allow that type of thinking anymore! I am here to make sure this team doesn’t crumble with Celes out for this extended period of time. I must say, I am disappointed and disgusted at how much you two have coasted and the lack of ferocity from you two. You could have murdered Eric Havoc and Mike Gambino. Instead? You took the win and let them live. Not to mention what happened at Operation: Doomsday! You allowed Celes to get hurt not once but TWICE despite her putting her career on the line for you both. Celes is one of the toughest in this business.
Karina-Ann: You don’t have to remind us, Ricky. We know first hand…
(BANG! Rick slams his hand against the wall and silences both members.)
Rick Vercetti: Don’t…interrupt me, Karina! You are half to blame for Celes not being here now and leading you two girls to the top of the EAW pyramid. But, I am here now. I will be helping get you two back from the brink of despair and rerouting the ship that is Fatal Destiny. I will be helping coach and correct the mistakes you two have been making and he’ll make the Fatal part of Fatal Destiny a true statement and not just a meaningless nickname. Celes was going as hard as she could and The Valkyrie took her out. Revenge will come for us at her behalf but until then, we will succeed and win until our time comes. Starting tonight! You two have a lot to learn and in order for us to overcome these dark times, you two need to get darker.
(Miho and Karina look a bit more motivated as they stand side by side with Rick Vercetti.)
Rick Vercetti: I am the one that is going to make things darker for you and you two will bring that darkness to your opponents. Deal?
Miho: Deal…for my cousin, we will accept any and all the help you can give us Rick.
Karina-Ann: We no longer want to be looked at or treated as jokes. We are with you and of course still with Celes. When she comes back, we should be able to place both Tag Team Championships in her hands and show her and everyone in EAW that we are done playing games!
Rick Vercetti: Good…tonight, we began the rebuilding of Fatal Destiny! Soon…we begin the deconstruction of every single team that gets in our damn way!
(Miho and Karina our their hands together as Rick places his on top. We zoom in on them joining forces as the scene ends.)
Jake Mercer: Rick Vercetti, family friend and road agent, is officially helping save Fatal Destiny! I’d be worried if I was the tag team division! This man is a master of mind games and would make someone as wild as Minerva tremble!
Flannery McCoy: This is the man that went back and forth with Remi Skyfire on social media weeks ago and is a trusted ally to Celes and the Dumont family. If he wants to help FD, let’s hope FD takes his help and makes the most of it!
Stephie Love: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first…
(‘Applause’ by Lady Gaga blasts over the loudspeakers as Archimedes Mason bounds onto the stage firing up the crowd.)
Stew-O: The self proclaimed God’s Gag GIft to wrestling is certainly a fan favorite, tonight he’s facing a very dangerous competitor in Osamu. For his sake I hope he’s up to the task!
Flannery McCoy: Archie has a personality that causes a lot of people to overlook his talent, if Osamu isn’t on top of game he’s going to be in for a shock!
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from the DIvided States of Hysteria, The Animaniac….Archimedes Mason! Now introducing his opponent…
(‘Sensei’ by Datsik plays as Osamu Arcichida walks onto the stage with a confident swagger. His walks as if he owned the building to the ring.)
Jake Mercer: Here he is! Osamu has held titles in Japan that have lineages going back nearly a century! EAW still fails to recognize the absolute treasure they have in Osamu!
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent, from Osaka Japan, The Orchestrator of Violence…Osamu Arcichida!
(Stephie exits the ring as Osamu removes his ring coat and the official calls for the bell to start the match.)
(DING DING DING!)
Flannery McCoy: Osamu looks to start things off quickly and rushes Archimedes! Mason avoids the attack though, and clocks Osamu in the side of the head with a forearm shot that throws the Conductor off balance enough to send him to the mat! A quick elbow drop to the back of the head from Archimedes keeps Arcichida down. The Prince of Punchlines pulls Osamu to his feet and into a headlock, cranking it in tight!
Stew-O: Mason is seemingly in control here in the early goings of the match, but Osamu fires off an elbow into the ribs of Archimedes, looking to loosen the hold! Another elbow does the trick and Osamu is now free. He ducks under another grapple attempt from Mason and delivers a hard kick to the back of the knee! Archimedes stumbles a bit, allowing Osamu to land a sto which he follows through by grabbing the leg and attempting to lock in the figure four!
Flannery McCoy: Osamu is targeting the leg and knee of Mason in a way that will certainly pay dividends if he manages to secure the Osamu lock! Archimedes if fighting the figure four, he knows well what kind of damage can be done if he’s not careful, but Osamu is persistent and finally manages to lock in the hold! Archimedes screams out in pain as he scrambles in every way possible to reach the ropes. The official is checking on him but Mason just manages to catch the ropes with the tips of his fingers! The official calls for the break, and Archimedes grabs his knee in pain as Osamu relents.
Stew-O: Arcichida walks over to pull Mason to his feet…SMALL PACKAGE!
Referee: ONE! TWO!
Stew-O: Kick Out at two! Archimedes nearly stole the win there! Mason regains his footing, stepping a bit gingerly on that bad knee, then immediately rushes forward with a running calf kick, knocking Osamu back to the corner. Mason runs forward and leaps for the monkey flip, but Osamu catches him and quickly changes position, placing Archimedes on the top turnbuckle! Mason starts to fight back but Osamu slaps him hard across the face, stunning him. Arcichida hooks the tights of Mason and climbs to the top turnbuckle….LOOK OUT! Huge Superplex!
Jake Mercer: That’s called the Egg Dome Suplex in Japan!
Flannery McCoy: Regardless of the name it’s incredibly effective! Both men took a hard fall, but Archimedes took the worst of it, and Osamu is quickly on the attack once again, this time grabbing the same injured leg and trying to turn Mason over for a Boston crab…NO! Mason kicks him away! Archimedes still has fight in him! Osamu seems annoyed as he again presses the attack, but Mason is recovered enough to use the ropes to escape to the ring apron. As he regains his footing Osamu stalks forward with menace!
Stew-O: Osamu reaches out to grab Archimedes, but no! Mason grabs the back of Osamu’s head and drops, racking Arcichida’s throat across the top rope! Archimedes to the top rope, he’s…is he walking the ropes?
Flannery McCoy: He certainly is!
Stew-O: Mason has walked out to the rough mid point of the rope and leaps, landing a big body splash! Mason pulls Osamu to his feet and hooks headlock…facebreaker to the knee! Osamu drops to the mat holding his face in pain! Mason to the ropes…running leg drop across the throat and just like that this match is firmly in the hands of Archimedes!
Jake Mercer: Osamu is writhing in pain on the mat as Archimedes again hits the ropes and drops an elbow across the chest. He’s absolutely unloading here tonight! Archimedes backs away, allowing Osamu to expend his own energy to rise to his feet…JUST KICKING! The superkick lands flush! Archimedes quickly hooks the leg!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE-
Flannery McCoy: Kick Out from Osamu, but Archimedes nearly had him there! Archimedes tried to pull Arcichida to his feet, but the Conductor rushes forward, pushing Mason into the referee! The official is down! Archimedes checks on the official, but he needs to be careful, he’s giving Osamu vital recovery time! Wait, what’s this? Archimedes points to his head as if he wants the audience to know he’s outsmarted Osamu, who takes Mason’s arm to spin him around…SPIT TAKE! Archimedes spits mist into the face of Osamu…NO! Arcichida ducks! MIST OF HIS OWN! Osamu spits the black mist into Archimedes’ face, blinding the Animaniac!
Stew-O: As Archimedes stumbles away the official is regaining his composure, what an unfortunate turn of events, Archimedes had things firmly in control, but now he’s on the receiving end of Osamu stalking him…OSAMU LOCK! Arcichida has the rolling kneebar locked in tight! Archimedes can’t fight it, he taps immediately!
(DING DING DING!)
Osamu releases the hold as Archimedes holds his damaged leg, blindly reaching out to the ropes for support.)
Flannery McCoy: Archimedes looked like he had it there for a moment, but he let up just enough for Osamu to capitalize!
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission…The Orchestrator of Violence…OOOOSSSSSSAAAAAAAMMMMMMUUUUUU AAAARRRRRCCCCIIIIICCCCCHHHHHIIIIIDDDDDAAAAAAA!!!
Stew-O: Tapping to the Osamu lock! Arcichida gets the big win here over Manson!
Flannery McCoy: Manson fought hard but Osamu was not going to be denied on this night as he stands tall in the ring!
(We see Osamu celebrating a hard fought win as the scene fades to a commercial break. An advertisement for Suave Men body wash XTREME EDITION is shown with Justin Windgate as he is shown cleaning himself as intense rock music plays. We return to the ringside area for Dynasty after the quick break. “Can I live” by Jay-Z plays. Out appears Impact. The crowd is split as the reactions seem to show that regardless of the love and hate that the EAW WORLD Heavyweight Champion is a polarizing figure. Impact chants are met with boos as the entire arena watches Imp post on stage wearing a pair of jeans, an open buttoned shirt, his scarf flowing around his neck, his hair looking great, and his Championship belt around his waist.)
Stew-O: Surviving Lethal Consequences with his reign intact, Impact is here and he is headed to the ring!
Jake Mercer: The 9 time World champion outsmarted and destroyed LC in the main event of Operation: Doomsday. Here he stands, no longer having to worry about LC challenging him for however long he holds this belt as he seems challenger-less for the first time in months.
Flannery McCoy: Lethal fought hard but the circumstances of HRDO being the special ref led to both men going at it and HRDO refusing to count for him.
(Impact approaches the ring as he looks around with an arrogant, shit eating grin on his face. Imp slowly walks up the stairs, enters the ring, unhooks his belt, and raises it high in the air as his music plays. He takes a bow, standing up after, and is handed a microphone from Stephie Love as the Jay-Z classic fades out.
(Impact smiles, looking at the San Antonio audience going wild for the champion.)
Impact: I must say, I love it when a plan comes together!
Crowd: IM-PACT!!! IM-PACT!!! IM-PACT!!! IM-PACT!!!
Crowd: WE WANT LE-THAL!!! WE WANT LE-THAL!!! WE WANT LE-THAL!!! WE WANT LE-THAL!!!
Impact: Oh…don’t worry about that old bastard. Far as I know, he isn’t even here tonight. For those who lack a streaming device or a working television, you may be in for some not so surprising news. I won. Like I said I would. I finished off that failure and buried him in a pool of his own blood. He fought hard though. Not going to act like he didn’t have moments that showed he could still run in tandem with me. But, besides being a freak of nature athletically…but I proved this past month that I am just so much smarter than each and every Elitist they can ever picture trying to pry this championship from my hands. Roll the clips.
(Recap of Operation: Doomsday plays. We see Impact beating the hell out of Lethal including the double powerbomb in to the broken glass. We see LC taking the fight to Imp as well hitting one of the most innovating diamond cutters on to the champ before going for a cover. We then see Lethal and HRDO reach a breaking point as LC explodes and attacks the special referee. LC is shown posing with the World title before rolling HRDO in to the ring and being hit with the double knee facebuster that sealed his fate. Impact is shown with blood all over him and his title high in the air as the clip ends.)
Impact: So, yeah. The fix was in but I couldn’t do it alone. Thank you HRDO for being as impartial as you could to help sell this as a fair match to everyone. Thank you to Lethal for being the stupid son of a bitch that couldn’t move past his own past and ticked off HRDO to the point he couldn’t allow LC a chance to beat me. Thank you all who paid money to come see me defend my title live on FPV. I’d also like myself to give a special thank you to…myself! For being such a genius, sexy, big ol glute, big ol brain having legend to concoct the one scenario where I could allow that self sabotaging stooge the chance to pull the rug from under himself and eliminate himself from challenging me for this title again.
Jake Mercer: Such a fractious champion!
Impact: Lastly, let me give a thank you to my GAWD contract. StarrStan thought he could give LC an advantage and it failed when I added that stipulation and HRDO in to the equation. Maybe next time, you listen to me instead of your own stupidity can Starr…and things could have gone a lot smoother for everyone. Regardless, I stand tall as I will continue to do. I am the undisputed, unstoppable, unusually talented World Heavyweight Champion of Elite Answers Wrestling and that will not change. Not for Darkane, Not for TLA, not for Remi or Darcy, not for Cage if his bum ass ever comes back. Not for any would be challenger that may stick their head out the sand and come swing my way.
(Impact smirks as he looks around the arena.)
Impact: As a matter of fact…why don’t I flex this GAWD contract one more? How about I say no to all those would be challengers that might want a shot at me? What if I say fuck it and use my GAWD contract to take Territorial Invasion off and just relax with my belt and a brew as you stupid idiots kill each other for my amusement? That sounds like that could be the plan for me. In conclusion, all you other elitist talking down on Imp. Y’all get half a bar…suck dick my dick.
(Mic drop. “Can I live” plays again. Impact swaggers a bit as he rubs his Championship gold and celebrates his Operation: Doomsday victory some more.)
Stew-O: Impact just kicked dirt on the grave that holds Lethal Consequences chances at getting another World Championship match with him. Impact showboats but if not him, who else could? He did what he said he would do and he is now reaping the rewards of being a defending champion.
Flannery McCoy: Much to my disdain, he retained his championship in not so fair orders.
Jake Mercer: What do you mean not so fair? He gave LC the chance to take his destiny in his own hands and he couldn’t get over himself. This was a classic case of the eyes being bigger than the stomach because instead of focusing on destroying Impact, LC wanted to humiliate and destroy HRDO as well and sometimes you can’t have your cake and eat it too!
Stew-O: Let’s not lose the announcement he made just now either. Impact is contemplating using his GAWD contract to sit out Territorial Invasion and deemed several Dynasty stars as not even worthy of a shot at his championship! StarrStan definitely doesn’t want his top champion to not defend his belt on a quad brand fpv, what do you guys think of that?
Flannery McCoy: I honestly think it’s another brilliant move by this jackass. Why fight when you can keep what’s yours? I think it would be cowardly but what can anyone do? I’d love nothing more than to see Darkane or TLA take a crack at Imp but with that piece of paper he wields, he controls his story.
Jake Mercer: I would hope someone could inspire our champion and help us avoid such a disaster. But who will be the one to step up and take on Impact and force him to defend his title at Territorial Invasion?!
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
( “Here we go” by sleeping with sirens starts up.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, Weighing In at 210 pounds, PRESTIGIOUS JJJJJJAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKEEEEEEE SSSSSSASMMMMMMMIIIIITTTTHHHHHH!!!
( the crowd boos loudly as Smith makes his way past the curtain.)
Stew-O: Last week this man came within a stones throw of becoming the new National Elite Champion. Folks whether you like him or not, you cannot deny the talent that this man possesses!
Jake Mercer: That is absolutely correct for once stew! Jake was a tenth of an inch from Championship gold, and you gotta believe that being that close has been gnawing away at Smith this week!
Flannery McCoy: well a win here will go a long way in getting back to challenging for Jack Ripley’s title, and to do that he is gonna have to ground Justin Windgate here tonight and take away all that speed and quickness that is such a big part of Justin’s offense!
( Smith steps through the ropes, his arrogant snark and demeanor never wavering even as “El Diablo” by Machine Gun Kelly replaces his music.)
Stephie Love: and his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds, THE XTREME CLASSIC… JJJJJJUUUUUUSSSSSSTTTTTTTIIIIIINNNNNN WAWWIIIINNNNNDDDDDDDGGGGGGGGGGAAAATTTTEEEE!!!
( the crowd cheers as Justin steps out on stage looking focused and ready.)
Stew-O: in what was an amazing match last week Justin Windgate came up short in that 7 Elitist elimination match, but make no mistake about it, he sure made a point to stand out from the pack! If he keeps putting on performances like that he’ll be on the fast track to the title scene!
Jake Mercer: you know what might help him in that quest for a title? WINNING! At the end of the day wins and Losses come heavily into play when determining a contender!
Flannery McCoy: well if Justin’s can keep the pace of this match up tempo then a win will come easy, but if he gets reckless and slips up it could be the opening for Jake Smith to take home the win instead!
( Justin rolls into the ring, a few moments passed before his music fades out and the Referee signals the start of the match.)
DING DING DING!
Stew-O: there’s the bell and this one is underway, and I tell you guys that this is a match I’ve looked forward to all week because when you think of the word potential, these two are the guys who come to mind! Both are young, both are hungry, and both could be in store for bright futures here in EAW! Both men tie up in the middle of the ring, Windgate gets the arm wringer, Jake reverses and gets one of his own, Jake transitions to the standing side headlock and takeover bringing Justin down to the canvas!
Jake Mercer: good plan here by Smith to ground the speedster and try to make him expend energy fighting to get up from the bottom! Justin trying to roll to his side, he does taking Smith along with him, Jake’s shoulders are down on the mat!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTWWWOOOOO!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Smith able to roll back before the three! Smith really working that head lock, windgate countering with the head scissors, Windgate fighting to his feet, Justin able to slip out of that hold and looking for a backslide! Smith trying to fight it off, but Justin brings him down!
Jake Mercer: smith able to get out of it quickly! Both men back up, Smith with the double leg takedown and rolls with it flipping over Justin and getting the jackknife pin!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!!
Stew-O: Windgate countering with the sitout pin!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!! KICKOUT!!
Jake Mercer: Smith with a modified roll up!!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!! KICKOUT!!!!
Flannery McCoy: fantastic sequence between these two as both men get back to their feet, Windgate just a hair quicker and gets a headlock, Smith shoots him off the ropes, Windgate rebounding and Jake drops down to the canvas, Justin off the opposite side, Jake with the leap frog, but Windgate lands with a running dropkick that catches him in the abdomen!! What elevation on that one!
Jake Mercer: Smith on the mat clutching his stomach but Windgate not slowing down any as he’s right back up on his feet and sprinting off the ropes… RUNNING SENTON!! All of Justin Windgate’s weight comes crashing down on the chest, ribs, and stomach of Jake Smith! Justin with a cover!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTWWWWOOOOO!!! KICKOUT!!!
Flannery McCoy: last week both these guys put in good performances but tonight it is all about the W as Windgate brings Jake to his feet and whips him off the ropes, Smith rebounding, and Justin catches him with a hip toss! Jake bringing himself to his knees, Justin waiting for him, and wow what a grounded super kick! That one landed flush on the jaw! And now Windgate stepping out onto the apron and up the turnbuckles, what’s he thinking?
Stew-O: we’ll never know as Jake rolls out of the ring! Justin hops down from the top as Smith tries to catch a breather on the outside!
Ref: 1! 2!
Jake Mercer: OH MY! Smith catches a baseball slide to the back! That move sends him gut first into the security railing!
Ref: 3! 4! 5!
Flannery McCoy: The mighty one reeling here in the early going, Justin Windgate inside the ring running off the far side ropes, Smith turning around to see… RUNNING SENTON OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! BUT SMITH MOVING OUT OF THE WAY!!
Stew-O: Jake Smith dodges that one but with his back turned, he doesn’t know that Justin was able to grab onto the top rope landed on the apron! Windgate reentering the ring, and again sprints towards the far side ropes! Jake Smith meanwhile Is as cocky as can be as he points to his own head with his index finger!
Jake Smith ( no mic): IT’S ALL ABOUT THE BRAINS BAY BAY!!!
Jake Mercer: SENTON SUICIDE DIVE!!!! THIS TIME IT FINDS ITS MARK!!!
Flannery McCoy: What an incredible move by Justin Windgate! Justin getting back to his feet, Smith slow starting to stir.
Flannery McCoy: Justin picking Jake up by the head, OH! Smith with an elbow to the midsection, AND SMITH SENDS JUSTIN’S HEAD BOUNCING OFF THE GUARD RAIL!! Smith grabbing ahold of Windgate’s arm, AND LANDS A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP INTO THE BARRIER!!! THE BACK OF THE SKULL MEETS THE STEEL!
Stew-O: Smith begins to lay in and put the boots to Justin against the That guard rail!
Stew-O: Windgate slumped down on the arena floor, AND NOW SMITH BEGINS TO CHOKE HIM WITH THE BOTTOM OF HIS BOOT!!! JAKE SMITH LITERALLY STEPPING ALL OVER THE THROAT OF JUSTIN WINDGATE WHO IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET FREE!!
Ref: 5! 6!
Flannery McCoy: Smith drags Windgate to his feet, Jake with two handfuls of hair as he sends Justin Face first into the ring post! Wait! Justin blocks and instead it’s Smith who ends up tasting the unforgiving steel!!
Jake Mercer: Windgate rolling Smith back onto the apron, Justin now hopping up onto it himself, Jake Smith is in a daze as he hangs halfway out of the bottom rope, Justin leaps and comes crashing down across the throat with the apron leg drop! Smith clutching his throat as he rolls back into the ring with Windgate hot on his trail! Smith trying to get some separation here but Justin keeping right on him as he sends Jake into the corner with an Irish whip! Smith clutching his back as Windgate charges straight at him! Justin with the corner splash, But Jake moves out of the way at the last second!
Flannery McCoy: Justin hitting chest first into the turnbuckles, that may have had the wind knocked out of him as you can see him down on the mat! Smith stomping away relentlessly at Justin As he fights to get back to his feet! Jake lands a kick to the gut, Smith hooks Windgate by the head, and plants him with the Bloody Sunday! That single underhook ddt had some pepper behind it, enough for Smith to float right into the cover!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!
Stew-O: a kickout there by Windgate! Smith looking angry as he lands a flurry of shots to the head! Smith here with another pin attempt!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!! TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! KICKOUT!!!
Stew-O: Windgate again kicking out, and you can see that Jake Smith is becoming a little frustrated as he picks Windgate back up! Smith has the double underhooks locked in, and drives Justin head first into the mat with the Tiger driver 91!! Jake skipping the cover this time , instead he wants to do more damage as he rears back in the corner, Justin slowly pulling himself up, SO LONG AND GOOD NIGHT!!! THE BOMAYE KNEE LANDS AGAINST THE SKULL!!! Smith again covering Windgate, the leg is hooked!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOO!!! TTTTHHHH-KICKOUT!!!
Jake Mercer: Smith slapping the mat in frustration, Windgate refusing to die here and it has pissed off the mightiest one here tonight! Smith picking Justin up off the mat and quickly sets him up, Smith lifting him for the sit out powerbomb! But Justin counters with the hurricanrana! What a move out of nowhere to counter the powerbomb, Justin reaching back and grabs the legs, Jake’s shoulders are down!!!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!! TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!! KICKOUT!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Smith powering out of that one! Both men getting back to their feet, Windgate lands with several forearms to the jaw! Smith Answers back with a right hand! Smith with a clothesline, but Windgate ducks underneath, Pele kick! Justin with an amazing kick right to the top of Jake Smith’s skull! Windgate headed back up top, Smith starting to stir, Justin measuring, OH AND SMITH JOSTLING THE TOP ROPE!! Smith playing a little bit of possum there and lulling Windgate into a false sense of security!
Stew-O: Justin crotched on that top turnbuckle, Oh and Smith just slaps Him right across the face! What disrespect! Justin trying to gather himself and get back into the match, AND SMITH LANDS A SUPERKICK!!! SMITH LANDS THAT KICK RIGHT TO THE JAW AND SENDS WINDGATE TUMBLING DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!!
Ref: 1! 2! 3!
Jake Mercer: a pained expression painting the face Of Justin Windgate as crawls right in front of our table towards the ring! Jake Smith seeing this and you can just see how incensed he is that Justin Windgate simply will not stay down! Smith exiting the ring and immediately goes on the attack striking at Windgate with every bit of aggression he has!
Flannery McCoy: Smith pulling Windgate up with a handful of hair, AND SMASHES WINDGATE FACE FIRST INTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! JUSTIN’S HEAD SENT BOUNCING OFF THE DESK!
Flannery McCoy: Smith not letting up as he lands with that right hand to the back of Windgate’s head! Smith rolling his opponent into the ring under the bottom rope, following right behind! Windgate grabbing the ropes, still trying to fight back to his feet, Smith shaking his head in disgust as he delivers a stiff kick to the kidney! That one seems to have slowed Justin down a bit and Jake Smith is smelling blood in the water!
Stew-O: You got that right Flannery, that’s the target as Jake drops a forearm! And again! And a third! Justin again grabbing the ropes, Pain shooting through his entire body but still Justin Windgate fights to get back to his feet! Smith shoots him off the ropes with the Irish whip, Justin Rebounds from the far side, PARALYZER!!! THAT RING RATTLING SPINEBUSTER DAMN NEAR SPLATTERED JUSTIN WINDGATE ALL OVER THE CANVAS!!! Smith with the cover, this may be it!!!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!! TTTT WWW OOOOOOOOO!!!! TTTT HHHH RRRRRR EEEEEEEE!!!!
Jake Mercer: HOW DID JUSTIN WINDGATE KICKOUT OF THAT?!? Jake Smith can’t believe it either! Look out now Smith arguing with the referee!
Jake Smith (no mic): THAT WAS THREE! THREE!!
Flannery McCoy: Smith turning his attention back toward Justin, Jake grabbing him by the head, and now shouting right in his face!
Jake Smith (No mic): STAY DOWN!! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU STUPID BASTARD?!? STAY DOWN!!!
Stew-O: Smith dragging Windgate off the canvas, LOOK OUT HE’S LOOKING FOR THE BROKEN WINGS NECKBREAKER!!! BUT JUSTIN FIGHTING HIM OFF WITH BLOWS TO THE RIBS! JUSTIN CHARGES AND RAMS JAKE BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER! JAKE IMMEDIATELY GOES AFTER THAT KIDNEY AGAIN AND THAT BUYS HIM SOME SEPARATION! Smith hops up to the middle rope, Windgate on spaghetti legs, Smith leaps… DESTRO-SUPERKICK!!! MY GOD THAT KICK DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED JAKE SMITH!
Jake Mercer: That May have been the last bit of energy from Justin Windgate who collapses to the mat after that one! The referee starts his count, can either of these men make it back to their feet before he reaches 10?!
Ref: 1! 2! 3!
Stew-O: both men are exhausted, neither is moving!
Ref: 4! 5! 6!
Flannery McCoy: Windgate showing signs of life!
Jake Mercer: Jake Smith Rolling over onto his belly!
Flannery McCoy: Windgate crawling towards the ropes!
Stew-O: Jake back on his feet and that breaks the count! Justin just a step behind as Smith lands a kick! Smith with an Irish whip, Windgate rebounding off the far side, Smith with a clothesline, but Justin ducks under it! Windgate back again, Smith turning to face him, AND WINDGATE NEARLY RIPS RIGHT THROUGH HIM WITH A HUGE SPEAR!!!
Jake Mercer: Smith rolling In Pain as he got hit with what looked like a cruise missile! Windgate looking like he’s found a second wind and drags Jake up off the mat! Windgate has him hooked and brings him down face first with the bulldog! Justin not going for the pin, he’s not taking any chances with Jake Smith tonight! Justin waiting for Smith to get back to his feet, Smith having to use the ropes to keep himself upright, Windgate charges, AND SMITH CATCHES HIM WITH A BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Flannery McCoy: BUT WINDGATE ABLE TO LAND ON THE APRON! Justin scaling the ropes, Smith turning around, AND JUSTIN CONNECTS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK RIGHT ON TARGET!!! Both men getting to their feet, Windgate closing in, Smith trying to beg off… INSIDE CRADLE!!! SMITH CATCHING JUSTIN OFF GUARD WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!
Ref: OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!! TTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOO!!! TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEE-
Stew-O: JUSTIN JUST ABLE TO KICK OUT OF THAT PIN! That was as close as it gets here without the three! Both competitors back up, Justin lands with a kick to the stomach, Jake Doubled over, Justin Gets him set up… RUN IT UP!!! THAT SLICED BREAD #2 LANDS!!! Smith getting dropped right on the back of his head from that move which has the Mightiest one rolling under the bottom rope onto the apron!
Jake Mercer: Smith May be running on instinct more than anything else right now! Smith getting back to his feet, Justin going after him as he springboards over the top rope! HAIL MARY!!! NO! SMITH CATCHING JUST WITH A PUNCH TO THE FACE WHILE HE WAS MID AIR! Windgate down on the mat, Smith quick to get back in the ring, Jake dragging Justin back up and lands a kick to the gut! Smith has the underhooks locked in, RIDE TO HELL!! BUT JUSTIN FIGHTING BACK! Windgate able to get his hands free, AND SENDS SMITH OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACK BODY DROP! AND JAKE LANDING HARD ON THE APRON OFF THAT ONE! Smith using the ropes to pull himself up, Windgate waiting for him as he leaps, AND MY GOD!! JUSTIN WITH THE HAIL MARY!!! THE SLINGSHOT DDT TO THE OUTSIDE JUST PLANTED JAKE SMITH!!!
Ref: 1! 2! 3! 4!
Flannery McCoy: Justin gets to his feet, Smith on the other hand is down and out!
Ref: 5! 6!
Flannery McCoy: Windgate trying to drag Smith back into the ring, but Jake is all but deadweight after that DDT!
Flannery McCoy: Justin finally getting Smith up off the floor!
Jake Mercer: Justin has Smith nearing his feet as…WAIT!!! JAKE SMITH BREAKS FREE! SUPERKICK! RIGHT ON THE CHIN! BOTH MEN FALL TO RINGSIDE!
Flannery McCoy: Jake realizes what’s happening as he tries to hop on his feet and slide in the ring!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…DUE TO A DOUBLE COUNT OUT…THIS MATCH HAS BEEN DECLARED…A NO CONTEST!
Jake Mercer: RATS! JAKE sliding IN AT THE LAST SECOND! THIS IS BULL CRAP! MY NAME TWIN WAS ROBBED!
Flannery McCoy: I don’t know! I know Justin has had issues with referees not paying attention fully but I think I’m going to agree with this referee! Jake was a second too late rolling into that ring if you ask me!
Jake Mercer: Good thing nobody asked you, FLAN!
Stew-O: Jake Smith is livid! This match was looking to be a show stealer and both men looked to need this win here tonight and yet it goes to a no contest! Jake is in the referee’s face as the referee backs up trying to explain himself!
Flannery McCoy: Jake has the poor ref by the collar! Somebody has to stop him before he does something crazy!
Stew-O: Jake is ringing this poor referee by the neck and berating him viciously in front of this sell out crowd! Jake cocks back his fist and…NO!! LOOK! TOP ROPE! THE REFEREE STARES AS JAKE LETS GO AND TURNS AROUND!
Flannery McCoy: SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO THE CHIN OF JAKE SMITH! THE XTREME CLASSIC IS UP AND HE MANAGED TO HOP ON THE APRON, SPRINGBOARD OFF THAT TOP ROPE, AND CRACK JAKE SMITH RIGHT ON THE CHIN AS JAKE HITS THE MAT AND ROLLS RIGHT OUT THE RING!
Jake Mercer: My long haired, name twin is ringside on his backside holding his jaw as Justin Windgate checks on that referee who is assuring him he is fine. Justin turns and stares outside the ring as Jake Smith rubs his jaw and points a middle finger right back at him! These two men don’t seem to be happy with each other or the outcome but maybe down the line they can meet up and try this match up again!
Flannery McCoy: I sure hope so. Both guys went hard this week and this match was a reflection of that! Neither man wanted to give up or lose!
(We cut backstage inside a locker-room area as we see Osamu Arcichida. Osamu is looking fairly relaxed following his match up with Archimedes J. Manson earlier in the night.)
Osamu Arcichida: Another win like that will put that awful Operation: Doomsday match I had behind me in no time. Fucking Fatal Destiny…all because I refused to join them at the start of the season. I don’t need them or The Valkyrie to make my mark.
(Osamu’s relaxation turns to anger fairly quickly as he stands next a locker with a familiar Elitist name on it that fans can see clear as day but Osamu seems to not be paying attention to.)
Osamu Arcichida: I won gold in this damn company and I will win gold again soon enough. I am a former National Elite champion for fucks sake! People counting me out and underestimating me have another thing coming. I just got to keep winning and position myself right so that nobody can overlook me ever again. It’s my time god damn it.
???: Hey, look what we have here…a TRUE DYNASTY TALENT IN THE FLESH!
Osamu Arcichida: :russwtf: Who dares disturb Osamu Ar- what the?
(Eric Havoc walks over with his arms wide smiling ear to ear. Havoc goes to embrace Osamu with a friendly hug but is rebuffed. Osamu places his hand in the middle of Havoc’s chest as The One is left confused.)
Osamu Arcichida: Woah, slow your roll! What the hell do you want?
Eric Havoc: The same thing you want; REVENGE! Redemption! Respect that is owed and that we both deserve around here!
(Osamu stands very confused as Eric nods his head and rubs his hands together like Birdman.)
Osamu Arcichida: Excuse me? I am respected around here! I am a former North American champion! I also left Operation: Doomsday with a win. Unlike you. Who do you think you are, man? You think running around swinging a sledgehammer and bashing in the brains of nobodies is respectable? You think losing twice to Provencal is respectable? Give me a break…
Eric Havoc: Hey! First off, that’s not nice! I was embarrassed at Operation: Doomsday. But, you were too! You won but you were an afterthought! It wasn’t your fault, Osamu! I know exactly who to blame! I blame Fatal Destiny but they were just doing what they had to do to try and win. It’s only one person to blame for that failure of a fpv.
Osamu Arcichida: Let me guess…
Eric Havoc: It was STARRSTAN THAT FUCKED UP!
Osamu Arcichida: How did I know you would blame him?
Eric Havoc: He screwed me over and you! Dynasty is being ran into the ground and it’s all his fault. Start is sabotaging this prestigious show! What happened to us and many other true Dynasty talents…that was StarrStan’s plan! He knew if I got a one on one match with Provencal or Landerson at that FPV that I would have mauled them. But, he put them both in a match with me and I was overwhelmed. I didn’t even get pinned to lose my match!
Osamu Arcichida: You did get pinned the week before when Provencal fucked you up!
Eric Havoc: It is all StarrStan’s plan! The same way he allowed Fatal Destiny to take you out of that match and wasted you at Operation: Doomsday! It’s a conspiracy and it starts with him! He is ruining Dynasty and he is ruining EAW! I am THE ONE…that is going to save us all!
Osamu Arcichida: I mean…not saying you are right, because you are clearly a psychopath with some type of mental disorder. But…you aren’t 100% wrong either. What happened to me at Doomsday was pure bullshit.
Eric Havoc: Granted…you were the one spraying poison mist in everyone else’s face so I guess it was karma…
(Osamu looks pissed as Eric relaxes and smiles.)
Eric Havoc: But! You didn’t deserve that. Neither one of us deserved what happened to us. It’s time we start standing up to StarrStan and EAW’s biasness and hatred for TRUE TALENTS! StarrStan tried to get me to fall in line and shake his hand but I was not playing sheep for that sheep herder. Instead, I spit on his shoes and moved him out my way. That was just the start. Eric Havoc isn’t done creating havoc here on Dynasty. You can get in on this now and join me as I take StarrStan behind the woodshed and put him down.
Osamu Arcichida: Look, Starr isn’t the brightest guy running things here in EAW. But going to war with someone that decides matches? You might really be crazy.
Eric Havoc: Nah, I’m not crazy. Also, watch your mouth about my mental health! I don’t want to snap like I did last week and lose control of my emotions. You have a point though. Why just isolate StarrStan for his stupid behavior when I can bring all of EAW and it’s commisioners, general managers, and authority figures to task? You know what new friend…
Osamu Arcichida: New friend? Who said we were fri-
Eric Havoc: New, best, very good friend of mine…I think I have to take this fight to all the pillars of EAW and make my presence felt more than it already is! Thanks for the advice and inspiration, Osamu! When I’m done with what I have planned, I will make sure credit comes back to you…The Orchestrator! There is a war going outside and no elitist will be safe from it. Osamu Arcichida will be known as the man that inspired Eric Havoc’s next show shaking moment! How do you spell your name fully so I can put it in my manifesto?
Osamu Arcichida: Don’t credit me with whatever stupid shit you plan on doing! I’m not responsible for your erratic behavior, Eric!
Eric Havoc: Nevermind, I’ll just check the website and figure it out…see you later, friend! Keep a look out for my 8chan link this weekend! I got something in store for StarrStan and EAW!
Osamu Arcichida: Hey…don’t be running around here crediting me with…HEY! God damn it…
Stew-O: Eric Havoc seems to think he is friends with Osamu Arcichida now.
Jake Mercer: Yeah. Plus, Osamu seems to have inspired this man to do something drastic this weekend! Eric Havoc is known as a disrupted and a brutal human being despite what wins and losses say about him. I must say, if I’m anybody in EAW…I’d watch out for this kid!
(We end the scene with Osamu looking very puzzled and confused as we return to the ring.)
Stephie Love: Our next match is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Stephie Love: AND IT IS A SINGLES MATCH!
(“Spotlight Saviour” by Iggy Azalea plays over the p.a. Systems. Boos shower the woman walking on stage as Darcy May Morgan poses as theatrically as she can. She embraces the hatred before blowing a kiss to the fans and walking down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST, on her way to the ring…she hails from Kent, England…weighing in at 130 pounds…one half of The Valkyrie…SHE IS THE LEADING LADY…DAAAAAARCY MAAAAAAAAAAAY MOOOOORGAAN!!!
Stew-O: One half of The Valkyrie and one third of a team that saw Osamu, Remi, and her defeat all three members of Fatal Destiny at Operation: Doomsday…The Spotlight Saviour is here!
Flannery McCoy: One of the hottest stars in all of Elite Answers Wrestling!
Jake Mercer: She spent one month on Empire before it was shut down and ever since she joined us here on Dynasty, she has been incredible as a singles and a tag team elitist.
Flannery McCoy: ESPECIALLY as a tag team elitist. Remi Skyfire and Darcy May Morgan have a chemistry that just works well when they team up!
(Darcy enters the ring before posing and showing off the goods to the fans that hate her so very much. As her music fades, “Ready for War” by Adelitas Way plays and out steps the one and only Drake King.)
Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT..born in Brooklyn, New York and hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina…he weighs in at 220 pounds…one half of The Round Table…he is THE KING…DRAAAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!
Stew-O: Nothing short of domination describes Drake King vs Vic Venom at Operation: Doomsday. A match up many expected to be a classic ended up being the end of Vic Venom in Elite Answers Wrestling for the time being.
Flannery McCoy: Maybe forever. The guy was a mess and Drake bashed his head in with that chair like The Bear Jew did the other Nazis in Inglorious Basterds.
Jake Mercer: Great movie, here goes a fun fact! Drake King actually played Eli Roth’s stunt double in that movie. Quinten Tarantino told me himself backstage at the Indie Wrasslin’ Awards show where Tarantino presented El Landerson with the “GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALL TIME” award. It was a beautiful speech by the luchador. He managed to issue an invitation to The Ava Sister’s and Kassidy Heart to join him and be his tag team partner. No word yet if that actually happens.
(Drake rolls in the ring and spreads his arms wide, beating his chest as fans boo him vehemently. Darcy stretches her legs and does a few squats as Drake soaks up this moment before both are sent to their respective sides of the ring by the referee.)
Jake Mercer: Starting off this potential slobber knocker hot as Drake sees Darcy spring towards him and side steps her quickly. Darcy runs to the ropes and bounces off them and keeps running right back in to Drake. Drake goes to throw her in a hip toss but she blocks it, hops to his other side and throws him with her own hip toss! It fails! Drake flips forward amazingly and lands on his feet. Darcy throws an elbow and cracks King on the side of the head and she goes running off the ropes again. She bounces off the ropes and NO!
Flannery McCoy: Drake follows her over to the ropes and as she turns he clothesline her over the ropes and out of the ring! Drake is very smart as he feigned like that shot from Darcy had him dazed and he made her pay for not paying full attention to him. Darcy lands on her hands and feet outside the ring as Drake takes a peek of her outside the ring.
Stew-O: Darcy gathers herself as she begins to stand up right. The referee continues counting as The Leading Lady is now on both feet as WOAH! DRAKE KING SPRINTS FROM ONE SIDE OF THE RING TO THE OTHER AND FLIES OUT OF THE RING! TOP CON HILO! HIS BODY CRASH LANDS ON TOP OF DARCY’S AS BOTH ELITIST HIT THE GROUND HARD WITH DRAKE ON TOP OF HIS OPPONENT!
Flannery McCoy: Both are down as the referee restarts his count! Drake hops up and looks around before stomping in the back of the head of Darcy a bit. Darcy is down but not for long. King lifts Morgan to her feet and rolls her in to the ring.
Ref: FIVE!!! SIX!!!
Stew-O: King rolls under the bottom ropes and rolls Darcy towards the center of the ring as he goes for the cover!
Flannery McCoy: Only a two count! Drake has caught Darcy by surprise but it is still early. King hops off his foe and gets back to work. Stomp, stomp, stomp! Drake is laying in to Darcy’s rib cage as he tries to wear down Morgan. Darcy is on her back trying to fight back WAIT! She catches Drake’s boot and pushes him backwards. Drake stumbles but remains on his feet as Morgan gets to hers. Drake charges and throws a strong midsection superkick but Darcy moves out the way. Look!
Jake Mercer: Darcy reaches and gets a hand full of Drake’s luxurious hair and yanked him down backwards! Hair pull takedown, as King lands on his back. Darcy steps back before charging. KNEE DROP TO THE GUT ON DRAKE KING! Darcy drove all 130 pounds into King’s ribcage. Darcy gets back up and goes to hit it again. KNEE DROP TO THE-NOO! Drake rolls out the way at the last second as Darcy stops herself from sending her knee right in to the mat and protects herself as best as she can. She uses her hands and pushes off the mat as Drake is up as well.
Stew-O: Darcy charged and leaps! TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! SHE TURNS DRAKE KING INSIDE OUT AS HE CRASHES TO THE MAT! DARCY HURRIES TO HER FEET AND BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES! ANOTHER DIVING KNEE DROP TO THE STERNUM OF DRAKE KING AS HIS BODY FOLDS UPWARD AND HER KNEE PUSHES IN TO HIS GUT!
Flannery McCoy: Darcy wastes no time! Cover!
Stew-O: The King lives as he kicks out at two! Darcy is aiming for Drake’s ribs as his core looks to be bruised badly by those two diving knee drops!
Flannery McCoy: Drake may have a need 100 pound advantage but nobody can deny 130 pounds crashing in to your stomach doesn’t hurt. Add to the fact that Darcy May’s knees are some of the sharpest knees in professional wrestling, he is lucky she hasn’t cracked a rib yet!
Stew-O: Darcy rolls off Drake as they both try to get to their feet. Darcy reaches it first and leaps so high in the air! Drake rises and BAM! RIGHT TO THE HEAD! A BEAUTIFUL DROPKICK FROM DARCY MAY SENDS DRAKE RIGHT BACK TO THE MAT!
Jake Mercer: THE DROPKICK DARLING IS BRINGING THE FIGHT TO KING! Darcy has made herself a star in such little time and has held her own against some of the best in this business. Who could forget her main eventing Dynasty with Universal Women’s Champion Kassidy Heart in one of the best matches on Dynasty this season?
Flannery McCoy: No one. That’s why her going in the way she is in Drake King doesn’t surprise me the least.
Stew-O: It has Drake off his feet again as she mounts him and rains a few elbows down on the former Interwire champion.
Jake Mercer: INTERWIRE KANG, STEW! Show some respect before I get Jake out here to make you KNEEL!
Flannery McCoy: Drake fights back, shoving Darcy right off of him. King is trying to get up as Darcy stares hit him while standing a bit away. Drake gets up on to his feet and Darcy attacks! HANDSPRING ELBOW-NOOOOO! DRAKE CATCHES DARCY IN MID AIR! DRAKE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER BODY AS SHE HAS HER BACK TO HIS STOMACH! SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX AS DRAKE DRIVES DARCY IN TO THE RING!
Stew-O: The reflexes of Drake King are underrated. To see that elbow coming, catch Darcy, and slap her the way he did shows he has become one of the very best in EAW in just a years time!
Flannery McCoy: Smooth transition but even better follow up as Drake lifts Darcy off the mat by her hair. King has his opponent full Nelson as Darcy squirms and fights to try and get free. Darcy’s feet leave the ground as Drake flips her in the air…SNAPDRAGON SUP-WOW! DARCY LANDS ON HER FEET FOLLOWING THE SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX ATTEMPT! Drake rolls to his hands and feet and looks up. Darcy grabs and twists both of their bodies until they are in position! THE IMPRETTIER! The unprettier that she dubs IMPRETTIER drives Drake face first to the ring as King flops down!
Stew-O: Darcy rolls over King and goes for the cover!
Flannery McCoy: My god! Drake fought out of that pin attempt at the last possible second! Darcy looked to have put him away but no! This match goes on!
Jake Mercer: Darcy runs her hands through her hair and looks around at the thousands of fans in the building watching these two outstanding internet darlings duel! I said walking in that this match and Jake Smith vs Justin Windgate had big fight feelings attached to them and so far I have been proven right!
Flannery McCoy: For once in your life you are right. Darcy is on her feet and she grabs Drake by the wrist and gets him off the ground. Both are standing as Darcy keeps his wrist locked and Irish whips King into the corner. Darcy goes to the opposite corner as she blows a kiss to King and charges. HANDSPRING ELBOW CONNECTS! The cartwheel into the flip in to the back elbow smash hits Drake right in the face as King is reeling. Drake is draped on that turnbuckle as Darcy gets back up and smiles. Darcy puts Kong’s head under her arms and pulls him slightly from the corner. She leaps, using his body to give her more air, as she spins herself and king around. Darcy floats in the air and bounces her feet off the top turnbuckle, spinning both of them around once more. TORNADO DDT!
Stew-O: DRAKE IS DOWN AGAIN FOLLOWING THAT INCREDIBLE TORNADO DDT! Darcy rolls over and covers King!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT BY DRAKE KING! Darcy our everything in to that tornado ddt but Drake survives again! Morgan is getting to her feet, seeing Drake grounded once again. She is stalking Drake and waiting. Hands on her knees as she watches Drake push off the mat. Drake is up but he is groggy and Darcy sees this!
Jake Mercer: Darcy is as talented as she is stunning and when she sees an opening, she attacks it! Darcy is looking for that Curtain Call that has finished many men and women in the past!
Flannery McCoy: Darcy tries to lift the 220 pounder in to her shoulders…but Drake’s dead weight is a little too much and he falls off her shoulders and behind her. WAIT! DRAKE HAS DARCY’S HAIR! HE PULLS HER BACKWARDS AND WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER HEAD! HE TWISTS IT! HEIR TO THE THRONE CONNECTS!
Stew-O: CROSS RHODES, REVERSE, TWISTING NECKBREAKER HITS! DRAKE PULLS THAT NECKBREAKER OUT IF NOWHERE AS BOTH DARCY AND DRAKE ARE DOWN!
Flannery McCoy: Both competitors are flat on their backs as the referee checks on them and starts his count.
Stew-O: Drake raises his arm and Darcy rolls over to her stomach.
Flannery McCoy: Darcy pushes up from the mat as she is trying to get off the ground and Drake
Stew-O: KIP UP! DRAKE KING KIPS UP AND LANDS ON HIS FEET AS DARCY IS IN PRIME POSITION! DARCY IS ON HER HANDS AND KNEES AND DRAKE ATTACKS!
Flannery McCoy: FALLEN KINGDOM! CURB STOMP CONNECTS AS DARCY’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE MAT! DRAKE DROPS TO BOTH KNEES AND LOOKS AT DARCY!
Jake Mercer: WAIT! LOOK ON STAGE! ITS REMI! SHE WAS NOT SCHEDULED TO COMPETE TONIGHT AND WAS NOT ANNOUNCED TO BE APART OF THIS MATCH! WHAT IS SHE DOING! DRAKE STARES AT HER FROM INSIDE THE RING AS REMI IS MOUTHING OFF PISSED FROM THE STAGE!
Stew-O: Drake gets off the ground and walks to the ropes facing the stage and is going off. He is daring Remi to come down to the ring. Remi is firmly on stage talking smack as Drake keeps his eyes on the partner of his opponent. Darcy is slowly trying to get back her senses as Remi seems to be distract Drake with her antics. WAIT!
???: Hey, BITCH!
Flannery McCoy: JAKE SMITH IS BEHIND REMI ON THE STAGE! HE YELLS AS REMI TURNS AROUND!
Jake Smith: KNEEL!
Stew-O: SUPERKICK BY JAKE SMITH CRACKS REMI SKYFIRE’S JAW! Remi tumbled on the stage as Jake looks over and makes sure she isn’t a threat. Jake turns on top of the stage and waves at Drake. King waves back but Jake isn’t smiling! He is warning Drake to watch out but IT’S TOO LATE! DARCY GRABS HIM AND ROLLS HIM UP! SHE HAS A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS BUT THE REFEREE DOESN’T SEE IT! COVER!
THREEEEEEEE-NO!!!! KICK OUT!
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT BY DRAKE SENDS DARCY FLYING OFF HIM! Darcy scrambles to her feet as Darcy lifts her head up and THE GUILLOTINE! HE HITS IT FLUSH ON HER CHIN! SICK KICK BY DRAKE KING DROPS DARCY MAY MORGAN AND DRAKE DROPS DOWN AND HOOKS THE LEG! COVER!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Ready for War” plays again as Jake Smith celebrates from the stage and Remi Skyfire rolls over onto her stomach, holding her chin, watching as well. Drake rises to his feet, as the referee raises his arm high.)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…DRRRRRRAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIING!!!!
Jake Mercer: Beautiful counters by Drake and staying focused as much as he could lead King to the big win here tonight! Darcy was fighting beautifully until King hit that curb stomp. The match might have been done then but Remi Skyfire appeared on stage looking to assist her partner in crime to no avail as Jake Smith appeared right after and made sure Drake had no more distractions in this match!
Stew-O: The distraction almost proved too much as is. Darcy was clearly hurt from that curb stomp but used the last bit of energy she had to roll up King who kicked out at the last second, got to his feet, and finished this match off with that sick kick he calls The Guillotine!
Flannery McCoy: I honestly hope these two face off again one of these days, they both brought the fight here tonight in San Antonio!
(The scene ends as we see both Round Table members standing tall and the Valkyrie girls on the ground in the ring and on the stage. The scene fades as the show makes a transition. We open up backstage as we see The National Elite champion leaning against a locker, still in his out of ring gear as in walks Max A. Million.)
Max A. Million: Hello there, ladies and gentlemen! I am Max A. Million live from inside the AT&T center here in San Antonio, Texas! I am here, not with the man who defeated Landerson and Eric Havoc for the third match in a row at Operation: Doomsday. I am not standing by with the fellow that won the grand prize of scholarships and repurposed Chrysler Jeep’s for his family and himself. No, Provencal is not here with me but someone very important is.
(Over walks Jack Ripley as the crowd goes nuts.)
Crowd: SHOOT-ER!!! SHOOT-ER!!! SHOOT-ER!!! SHOOT-ER!!!
Max A. Million: Yes, I am here with National Elite Champion…Jack Ripley!
(Jack adjusts his title on his shoulders as he looks around and settles himself. Ripley puts his arms behind his back and is relaxed he begins to speak.)
Jack Ripley: What is going on with you, Max?
Max A. Million: I am splendid to be talking to you, the longest reigning champion in all of Elite Answers Wrestling! Yes, very splendid for this opportunity.
Jack Ripley: I appreciate that, glad for you to be glad to be talking to me…I guess? My bad, listening to that French fool run his mouth all week has my mind in circles. I thought I heard some ramblings from insane people before but…yeah. Mr Anti-Abortion with his 43 kids sure knows how to run his lips dry. But, yeah. I’m here. Ask away, Max.
Max A. Million: Great! I know first hand Provencal can be a bit of a jabberjaw. But, so was your opponent at Operation: Doomsday. What are your thoughts on The Mightiest One Jake Smith after defeating him and defending your National Elite Championship?
Jack Ripley: Look, I said a lot of rude, mean things about that kid. I made fun of his hair, I teased him about him being Drake King’s side kick, some of the typical shit people shit on him for. I dug deep, Max. Like, inside baseball deep. So deep, some of these fans probably didn’t even catch half of the things I told him. I knew going in I was going to win and of course I won. But, with that said. The kid had guts. He fought hard. He wasn’t giving up for nothing. Even though he hates the fans, even the crowd was pulling for him to make history. Part of me, deep down in the smallest part of my heart, part of me even rooted for him to do the unthinkable. Jake Smith has had title shots over the time he has spent here in EAW and was looked at as just a tag team guy who can’t win tag team titles. But, he proved something to me, these people, and himself that he can go up against the big dogs and hold his own.
Max A. Million: What kind words from the champ.
Jack Ripley: With all that said…I kicked his ass. Plain and simple.
Max A. Million: :skip:
Jack Ripley: He was good but I was better and I will continue to be better until that inevitable challenger actually does dethrone me. I’m chasing history, correcting the mistakes I made last time I was here on Dynasty and Operation: Doomsday was about Rip Daddy doing what he does best: shooting the competition down! As for that French fool…I talked to StarrStan to confirm, this is indeed a non title match tonight. He also isn’t being considered the number one contender for my title. So, let’s look at this exhibition match or glorified sparring session for what it is. Provençal has strung together some wins and wants to be taken seriously. Well, I’ll make sure to show him a serious side tonight.
???: Hey, cutie pie!
(Over walks the heart meltingly beautiful Lindsey Kingsley smiling ear to ear. Jack looks over as he can’t help but stare at this ravishingly busty blonde.)
Lindsey Kingsley: You look like you are so relaxed. Maybe toooooo relaxed! You got a big match, a main event match at that tonight! Isn’t that right?
Jack Ripley: Yeah, but my opponent is a fucking joke and…
Lindsey Kingsley: Wow! Don’t be so arrogant, sweetie. I know you are the longest reigning champion in EAW and I admire that…A LOT! But, you never know WHO could be watching and looking to see you lose tonight and get upset by little old Provencal. It might be that long hair cutie pie Jake Smith or maybe even Justin Windgate looking to get himself a shot at the champ. Maybe even Darkane could be watching. I think I saw him creeping the basement of this very building. He might be ready to turn that TLA win in to a title shot!
Jack Ripley: I don’t care who is gunning for The Shooter, I aim to take any and everyone down that steps up and gets in front of my crosshairs. Head shot, body drop, 1…2…3! There is no man in EAW that’s ready to take this belt from me.
Lindsey Kingsley: Maybe it isn’t a man. Maybe it’s a woman? Darcy May Morgan would be a good challenger. Maybe even Remi Skyfire. Or…maybe even me!
Jack Ripley: You? I doubt you are going to be the one taking this belt from my waist!
Lindsey Kingsley: I’m just saying, you should keep your head on a swivel. Despite being the favorite tonight…anything can happen! Oh well, don’t mind me. I’ll see you around, Jacky! Oh yeah…
(Lindsey kisses him on the cheek.)
Lindsey Kingsley: Good luck!
(Ripley stands confused, hand on his cheek as he and Max A. Million stare at Lindsey’s fit 40 year old ass as she switches her hips and dips off into the night.)
Jake Mercer: Former EWF World champion, Lindsey Kingsley makes her sexy presence felt!
Flannery McCoy: …EWF?
Jake Mercer: Elderly Wrestling Federation! She went by the name Main event Milf among other things.
Stew-O: Another kiss good luck to another elitist but let’s see if it works out better for Ripley then it did Jake Smith at Operation: Doomsday. Our main event is next!
(We hit a quick commercial break as an advertisement for Ronan Malosi’s brand of tires. “The Juggernauts: Run over everything on the road!” Is shown as Ronan revs up a huge truck and crushes everything in his way. We return to see Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: Our next match is scheduled for…
Crowd: OOOOONNNNEEEEEE FAAAAALLLLL!!!!!
Stephie Love: It is a single’s match and it is our MAIN EVENT FOR TONIGHT!
(“La Marmelade de Ma Grand Mère” by Florent Caubien starts up.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Triffouillis-les-Oies, France, weighing in at 204 pounds, THE BUTTER KNIFE… PPPPPPPRRRRRRROOOOOOVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNCCCCCAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!
(Provençal steps out past the curtain to cheers. He has a huge smile on his face as he waves to all the cheering fans here in San Antonio Texas.)
Stew-O: The winner of the Winner Takes All Final, Provencal has been very much a competitor for the past few weeks. Wins over several men including Eric Havoc and El Landerson in separate matches as well as a triple threat match for his first FPV win, Provencal is riding high right now!
Flannery McCoy: I don’t know exactly how he is riding in that refurbished Jeep he won but winning at Operation: Doomsday allows his kids, all 22 of them, free rides to any college they so chose to attend when they are of age and has given him a main event match against National Elite Champion Jack Ripley here tonight!
Jake Mercer: Though he wasn’t considered a True Dynasty Talent by Eric Havoc, winning twice over him as brought him this far so quickly. Laugh all you guys want…Provencal is trying to turn his career from a joke to one of hope!
(Provencal enters the ring and gets to his feet, greeting his cheering fans as his music fades out. As Provencal realizes his music has stopped, he turns to the stage.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT…
(“Stitch” by Wage War plays as Jack Ripley appears onto the stage, head held high, wearing the National Elite championship around his waist. The crowd is rabidly hype and reacts to his appearance with an uproar of support.)
Stephie Love: Introducing the reigning, defending, undisputed EAW National Elite champion…from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 202 pounds… The Straight Shooter….JJJJAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!!
(Ripley points a finger gun at Provencal and mimes shooting him down from stage as Provencal ducks as if a real bullet was coming by. Jack saunters to the ring, very confidently, and rolls under the bottom rope.)
Jake Mercer: RIP DADDY! He may be walking in to this match thinking Provencal is a joke but I hope to god he isn’t underestimating his foe this week in the main event of Friday Night Dynasty!
Stew-O: Jack is currently the longest reigning champion in EAW. He is one of the three champions that walked into Operation: Doomsday with gold and walked out with that gold still around his waist. Jack is known as one of the toughest wrestlers in the world and ever since he was removed from Dynasty by Ryan Wilson, he has taken his second chance here in EAW and gone as hard as possible. His current reign as National Elite champion is a testament to his dedication and his skill.
Flannery McCoy: Easily one of the best wrestlers in the world, this journey was not a quick one for Ripley. He has fought against many competitors bigger, smaller, and around his weight class but tonight he faces a man with an unorthodox offense and a different skill set then he may be used to. Going from Jake Smith last Sunday giving everything he could to a man who has won several matches with his innovative small package maneuver, Provencal is looking for the greatest upset this season!
Jake Mercer: I just sent my bookie 8 thousand dollars on Jack Ripley. The odds of Provencal pulling out this win are astronomical. Even if Ripley wins, I only win a dollar but that’s the easiest dollar I’ll ever get in my life. Feel me, fam?!
Flannery McCoy: :skip:
Jake Mercer: :mjpls: Yea, aight…don’t ask me to buy you guys any Popeye’s Chicken Sandwiches with my $8001 dollars! Feel me?!
Stew-O: Speaking of feeling, both men begin the feeling out process as Jack quickly gets to the center of the ring and stands ready for a fight. Provencal is in his corner, arms to the side, still smiling and enjoying the moment. Jack is waving for his opponent to come at him, daring Provencal to make a move. Provencal raises his hand and…waves to a few fans ringside as Jack looks around confused.
Jake Mercer: Provencal must be using the ancient strategy of “I’m not really about to fight until I catch you off guard and explode with offense” technique created by legendary French wrestler Le Georgio Donatello Vicci! He won every title in the French wrestling circuit and even had dinner with Monica Lewinsky in the 90s!
Stew-O: Anywho…Provencal stands firmly, looking very unimposing until…RIPLEY CHARGES HIM! RIPLEY LEAPS IN THE AIR AND FIRES OFF A BEAUTIFUL DROPKICK THAT…MISSES! Provencal sees him coming and drops down flat on the mat as Ripley flies over him, landing awkwardly in the corner that Provy was standing in. Provy rolls on the mat and right under the bottom rope as he exits the ring. Ripley gathers himself and gets to his feet as Provencal casually walks outside the ring.
Flannery McCoy: What…is..he…doing? Provencal is circling the ring as Ripley stands in the corner Provencal previously stood. Jack looks at the ref who continues counting.
Stew-O: Provencal walks to the opposite side Jack stands at, rolls under the bottom ropes, and gets to his feet.
Flannery McCoy: Did he just walk from one side to the other?
Stew-O: Seems like he did. Provencal is back in the ring and looks to be dusting himself off earnestly as Jack keeps that same puzzled look on his face. Ripley walks to the middle of the ring again and demands Provencal to come fight as Provencal rubs his hands together and looks finally ready to engage. Provencal watches as Provencal slowly walks directly towards him. RIPLEY GOES TO GRAPPLE AS…Provencal ducks and walks to the other side of the ring again!
Flannery McCoy: Ripley is standing, turning quickly to see Provençal back in his original corner with both arms on the top turnbuckle nodding his head.
Provencal: This is how you say…a mind game, yes?
Stew-O: Provencal is clearly toying with our National Elite champion as Jack hears the laughter from the crowd at his expense.
Flannery McCoy: Ripley looks around as the fans here let him know that they are all for this type of Provençal behavior. Ripley smiles, relenting at the humor of his opponent trying to avoid him in the early parts of this match. Look! Jack extends his hand as Provençal looks around at the crowd cheering him on.
Jack Ripley: Alright, that was kind of funny man…put it there!
Flannery McCoy: Provençal smiles from ear to ear. He begins to walk towards the champ and reaches his hand out. Provençal goes to shake his hand as Jack smirks.
Provencal: I’m glad you appreciate my moves. It is all apart of this new training regimen I’m on called The Almost New Provencal Training Pro-GAH!
Stew-O: Jack quickly pulls Provençal in using that handshake and wraps his arms around him. BELLY TO BELLY SLAM AS PROVENÇAL IS SLAMMED RIGHT INTO THE RING! Ripley finally catches his foe and makes him pay!
Jake Mercer: I guess Ripley outsmarted Provençal with that one! Ripley gets to his feet smiling as Provençal tries to do the same thing. Provençal gets to his feet, turning around as Jack Ripley waits. Kick to the gut, Jack hooks him, SNAP SUPLEX! The suplex sends Provençal back to the mat as Ripley gets to his feet quickly again. Provencal stumbles as he fights to get back up right one more time. Provencal gets up
Flannery McCoy: DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME! RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD CONNECTS AS PROVENÇAL FLIES BACKWARDS, ON TO HIS BACK, AND OUT OF THE RING!
Stew-O: Jack Ripley is showing the stark contrast between him as National Elite champion and his opponent here right now! Belly to belly suplex followed by snap suplex followed by a knee to the face as Provençal is outside the ring again but not because he chose to exit like the first time.
Flannery McCoy: Provençal is on the ground as Jack shrugs his shoulders and sees another opening. Provencal slowly lifts himself off the ringside floor as Jack walks to a turnbuckle on the side of the ring Provençal is at.
Flannery McCoy: Jack stands on the turnbuckle, peeking over his shoulder at Provencal on his feet outside the ring! Ripley sees Provençal in position…DIVING MOONSAULT ON TO PROVENCAL BY RIPLEY!
Stew-O: WHAT A MANEUVER! THE MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE ON TO PROVENCAL PROVES SUCCESSFUL AS JACK LANDS ON HIS FEET AND PROVENCAL IS GROUND ONCE MORE!
Flannery McCoy: So far all the offense is coming from the champion as he gives a wink to the crowd and reaches down to pick Provencal up off the ringside floor.
Stew-O: The ref restarts his count as Provençal is rolled into the ring by Jack Ripley. Jack climbs the apron and stands waiting for his opponent to make a move. Provencal looks very much overwhelmed so far as his attempt to get revenge for Jack Smith and prove himself as a legitimately Elitist haven’t gone like he may have wanted so far! Jack pretends to yawn as Provençal finally is back up. Right on cue, Ripley leaps off the apron, springboard off the top rope high in the air, SPINNING WHEEL KICK…NOO! PROVENCAL DUCKS AS JACK RIPLEY’S ARROGANCE CAUSES HIM TO HIT THE MAT HARD!
Flannery McCoy: I’m not sure if Provencal did that on purpose because he collapsed to the ring right before Ripley made contact! Look! Jack landed pretty badly on that right knee! He is holding it on the mat as Provençal pushes himself back up once again.
Stew-O: Flannery could be right as Provençal looks around confused for a second until he sees Jack on the mat holding that knee! Provencal sees his chance! Ripley tried to get up and Provençal swoops in! OVERHAND CHOP TO THE CHEST LIGHTS UP JACK’S CHEST AND DRIVES HIM BACK TO ONE KNEE!
Flannery McCoy: Jack fights to get up once again as Provençal tries another overhead chop. Fail! Jack grabs him by the wrist and throws his hand away as Provençal spins around. ELBOW TO THE CHIN! Provencal catches Jack with a discus elbow right on the jaw as Jack leans back, still favoring that knee. Jack shakes the blow off and limps towards his French foe. RIGHT HOOK FROM JACK ROCKS PROVENÇAL! Provy leans back, he cocks back his arm as well…ANOTHER ELBOW TO THE JAW AS JACK DEFINITELY FEELS THIS ONE! Jack stumbles back before roaring after Provençal with his aching knee…
Stew-O: WAIT! DROP TOE HOLD TRIPS UP THE CHAMP AS PROVENÇAL CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD AGAIN! Provencal goes to roll jack over for a cover!
Flannery McCoy: Not even a two count as Jack gets his shoulder up. Ripley rolls from under Provencal and quickly tries to get to his feet before heading head first at Provy. WAIT! PROVENCAL LIFTS JACK OFF THE MAT AND IN TO THE AIR! BON APPETIT!! EUROPEAN UPPERCUT OUT OF NOWHERE SNAPS JACK RIPLEY’S JAW BACK LIKE WHIPLASH! PROVENCAL POUNCES ON JACK AS HE LANDS ON HIS BACK! CAN HE PULL OFF THE UPSET! COVER!!!
Stew-O: HE KICKS OUT BEFORE THE COUNT OF TWO AGAIN! WHAT A SUDDEN TURN OF EVENTS AS JACK RIPLEY IS FORCED TO KICK OUT AFTER THAT INCREDIBLE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM PROVENCAL!
Flannery McCoy: Provençal looked to be outmatches early until Jack’s showboating costs him when he went for that springboard spinning wheel kick and missed. Now? Provencal has to stay on his opponent in order to shock the world tonight!
Jack Mercer: Stop encouraging him! I might be out 8k if he keeps this up!
Stew-O: Provençal scrambles off the ground and is clearly trying to figure out a way to put the champ away. This is the biggest match of this man’s career. All 21 kids are watching him. His family is glued right now as the fans are going nuts for him.
Crowd: PROV-EN-CAL!! PROV-EN-CAL!! PROV-EN-CAL!! PROV-EN-CAL!!
Flannery McCoy: The fans are firmly behind him as Jack Ripley looks slow to get up. Provencal is stalking our champion. Provencal is behind the champ. Ripley stands up. Provencal locks in the sleeper hold…THE BOOBY TRAP!!!
Stew-O: NO! Jack rolls forward and brings Provencal with him to break the hold. Provencal gets to his feet and YOU’LL FLOAT TOO! GOD JACK RIPS THAT SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE AS PROVENÇAL DROPS LIKE A BAG OF POTATOES IN THE RING! Jack looks down and rubs his jaw as even his biggest supporters are slightly saddened at Provencal going from potentially making this a match to flat on his back after that effective superkick. Ripley looks around and quickly goes for the cover!
Flannery McCoy: HIS FOOT! HIS FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! PROVENCAL WAS DEAD GONE UNTIL HE MANAGED TO GET HIS FOOT ON THAT BOTTOM ROPE!
Stew-O: Jack is as shocked as all of us! Ripley sees the foot on the ropes and drags Provencal away and off the ground. Jack has the focus he should have had when this match even started as he gets Provencal off the mat and stands him up right…nope. Provencal drops to the ground again as Jack looks to the ref and shrugs his shoulders.
Jack Ripley: I think he’s dead, ref!
Flannery McCoy: Jack shakes his head as he stares at the ref. WAIT! PROVENCAL IS PLAYING POSSUM! HE WRAPS AROUND AND GETS BEHIND JACK FROM THE GROUND! LE PETIT PAQUET! SMALL PACKAGE! SMALL PACKAGE! COVER!!
Stew-O: JACK KICKS HIM RIGHT OFF AS HE BREAKS UP THAT OUT OF NOWHERE SMALL PACKAGE PIN ATTEMPT! Provencal rushes to his feet and SUPERKICK TO THE GUT DROPS PROVENCAL TO BOTH KNEES AS JACK RIPLEY STEPS BACK AND AIMS HIS FINGER GUN RIGHT AT HIS OPPONENTS HEAD!
Flannery McCoy: Jack wraps Provencal up like a pretzel…THE RIPPLE EFFECT CONNECTS! THE VERTABREAKER FOLDS PROVENCAL UP LIKE ORIGAMI ON HIS NECK AS JACK ROLLS HIM FLAT AND HOOKS BOTH LEGS!
Jake Mercer: JACK JUST MADE ME A DOLLAR RICHER!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Stitch” by Wage War plays as Ripley rises to his feet. The crowd is cheering but it’s unclear if it’s all for Jack or for both men as many respect Provencal for trying his best before ultimately coming up short.)
Stew-O: The upset of the season has been cancelled.
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION…
Flannery McCoy: WAIT WHO THE HELL IS THAT? A FAN IN AN EL LANDERSON MASK HAS JUMPED THE BARRICADE?
Jake Mercer: ARE YOU SURE IT ISN’T HIM?!
(A masked man slides in the ring and attacks Ripley immediately.)
Stew-O: ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL SENDS THE CHAMPION FLAT ON THE MAT! Provencal is slow to get up and BAM! A PUNCH TO THE FACE IS WHAT THE MASKED MAN GIVES HIM! Provencal is lifted off the mat and tossed over the top rope! Who the hell is this guy with this Landerson mask on?
Jake Mercer: Jack looks out of it, he is trying to get up but wait…the masked man isn’t done! DIAMOND CUTTER TO THE LIMPING JACK RIPLEY AS THE CROWD BEGINS BOOING LIKE CRAZY! HOW COULD YOU LANDERSON!
Flannery McCoy: That’s clearly not Landerson and judging by that cutter…I think we know who that is.
(The masked man stands tall, putting the boots to the unconscious Jack Ripley as the fans boo him. The masked man stops, taking a step back, as he dramatically removes the mask and the camera zooms in on his face for the reveal.)
Flannery McCoy: ITS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! LETHAL IS HERE! WE THOUGHT HE WAS NOT COMING AFTER THAT VICIOUS BATTLE WITH IMPACT BUT HE IS HERE AND HE HAS TAKEN OUT OUR NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION!
Stew-O: LETHAL IS LOOKING DOWN A RIPLEY FACE FLAT ON TOP OF THE RING AS FANS BOO LC VEHEMENTLY! LC slides out of the ring, kicking Provencal in the face as he walks past him. Lethal snatches the microphone from Stephie Love and then walks over to the National Elite title.
Lethal Consequences: Ye, gimme that shit! Motherfuckers :dave:
Stew-O: Lethal slides in the ring, belt in hand, mic on the ground as he holds that title high. He riches down while keeping that belt in the air as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Lethal Consequences: Hey! Ripper ya’ dick dipper. Fuck you thought? You thought wrong. Ye, it’s me. LC. And Limp dick Imp shit may have kept me from that big ol gold belt he has. But…now I want yours!
Flannery McCoy: LC holds that title like a weapon as referees rush the ring to try and stop him. Lethal swings wildly at all of them as he keeps them from getting in the ring. Ripley slowly tries to get to his feet as LC stalks and waits. Measuring and waiting for his moment…RIPLEY STANDS AND TURNS…BELT TO THE SKULL! JACK IS DOWN AGAIN AND LETHAL IS STANDING TALL WITH HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BELT IN HIS HANDS!
Lethal Consequences: Here, keep this thing warm for me. I’ll be back for this shit real soon. REAL…SOON.
Stew-O: Lethal drops down and rolls out of the ring after pathetically dropping the National Elite championship across Ripley’s body. Jack is out cold and Lethal has made his intentions known. He can’t challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship And now he wants a crack at the National Elite championship!
Jake Mercer: HOW MANY TITLE SHOTS CAN THIS GUY GET?
Stew-O: I don’t know and I think we have to see what StarrStan thinks of all of this. One thing is for sure, Ripley is going to be pissed when he comes to! Sadly, we are out of time! Stew, Flannery, Jake all here saying see you next week as we try to make sense of this madness!
(Lethal begins shoving and moving past the referees as they rush to check on Jack and Provençal who have been taken out by LC. We see the show fade to black with LC staring in to the chaos he ended the show with the most :dave: face ever.)
(EAW Logo Buzzes.)