(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. A brief montage of last week’s show plays, replaying events that occurred, before we cut to a live look of the 3A Arena in Dublin, Ireland. Then, transitioning inside, the fans cheer wildly for tonight’s go-home show towards Grand Rampage! A dazzling array of pyrotechnics goes off and more camera shots show of the fans before Stew-O, Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy are seen.)
Stew-O: Well, we are finally here! The homestretch before Grand Rampage! Welcome everyone to Friday Night Dynasty! I am Stew-O, and with me are Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy–
Jake Mercer: SHHHHH, THE GENERAL MANAGERS ARE HERE!!
Flannery McCoy: :francis: !!!
(Cutting to ringside, Kensingten Calhoun-Astor and Richard Grant are in the ring, being the source for all the boos that the viewers at home are hearing. Still, the two general managers maintain their smiles despite the hostile energy in the air. Raising her microphone, Kensingten decides to kick things off properly and addresses the crowd.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Dynasty! :blessed:
Stew-O: … I already did that welcome, though.
Jake Mercer: SHHHH! LET HER COOK!
Stew-O: :roman:
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: It is great being here, and in Dublin. Richard and I are especially grateful that we got to arrive at this arena in one piece.
Richard Grant: Absolutely. It wasn’t fun having to tire out my little back looking underneath cars to make sure we didn’t get turned into some Alabama barbecue, I’ll tell you that much right now!
(Richard winces subtly as his hand goes to his lower spine. The fans are NOT amused by poor taste comments, and as the camera pans over, various shots of Dynasty Elitists around the ringside area capture their shocked countenances.)
Flannery McCoy: Well, I have to give them props: their ignorance knows no bounds internationally.
(Kensingten can be seen trying to hide a laugh as she quickly locks back in and speaks more formally.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: I mean, you just have to give thanks to God for the little things, people. You never know when things might… explode in your face unexpectedly.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Richard Grant: What? You guys don’t believe in the great Lord!? Well, maybe if you did, you guys wouldn’t be stuck eating potatoes and having rotten livers for the rest of your miserable lives, but that’s neither here nor there. We are out here for a rather important moment, as we want to inspire everyone who is in the Grand Rampage match and remind them why Dynasty is the best brand here in Elite Answers Wrestling!
(Daniella Atlas, Saori Aizen, BRAE, Corey Hale, Mia Santoro, Vincent Mondrian, Kirk Redwood, Kai Rabeuax, Raven Roberts, and Rex McAllister are all together, and at least some of the fans try to cheer to show some measure of support for the Dynasty representatives in the match. However, based on everyone’s expression, they’re not exactly thrilled at the prospect of the general managers once again trying to treat an important match for a single Elitist’s dream of main eventing Pain for Pride as some sort of brand supremacy outing to benefit themselves. Either way, they try their best to remain patient and open-minded while Richard and Kensingten continue speaking.)
Richard Grant: Of course, we have ourselves a wonderful line up. You have your journeyman in Kirk Redwood, who is scrappy and never gives up. You have talented women in Daniella Atlas and Saori Aizen who catapult themselves into superstardom and use their skills as a team to their advantage.
(Kirk stands, remaining humble as can be. Daniella and Saori each roll their eyes, not even bothering to entertain the other, which a couple of Elitists notice briefly.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: And speaking of power couples, how about Fire & Ice?! Especially with Rex McAllister winning this very same match back in 2020!
(The fans cheer for that, showering the two with love, which they appreciate.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: How about BRAE, the former New Breed Champion who is poised to break out and cement himself?!
(The fans show their respect for him as well. BRAE stands firm and does a simple nod.)
Richard Grant: And speaking of which… we got ourselves Vincent Mondrian, who may have had a short time as champion, but is determined to reach the pinnacle again, and this is an incredible way for him to get to that point in his career once again.
(Vincent also nods, remaining stoic.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: We truly do have a fresh batch. Corey Hale. Kai Rabeaux. And, well, maybe she isn’t as fresh, but Mia Santoro is eager as ever to get better and who knows? Maybe she can be a champion really soon.
(All three Elitists named react subtly. Kai smirks, smug as can be. Corey is calm. And there’s a quiet determination to Mia’s eyes as she rubs her hands together.)
Richard Grant: But no matter who wins… a victory for one is a victory for Dynasty! So! Everyone, stand up, place a hand on your heart, and repeat after me!
(The fans murmur in confusion… but they eventually go along with it. So do the Dynasty talent. Even Stew-O, Jake Mercer, and Flannery McCoy get involved.)
Richard Grant: Dynasty!
Everyone: DYNASTY!
Richard Grand: Will!
Everyone: WILL!
Richard Grant: Win!
Everyone: WIN!
Richard Grant: Dynasty!
Everyone: DYNASTY!
Richard Grant: Is!
Everyone: IS!
Richard Grant: The best!
Everyone: THE BEST!
Richard Grant: Richard!
Everyone: RI-CHARD..?
Richard Grant: And Kensingten!
Everyone: AND… KENSINGTEN..?
Richard Grant: Are the best general managers in EAW!
Everyone: …
Everyone: …
Everyone: … … …
Everyone: … … …
Everyone: … … …
Everyone: … … …
Richard Grant: https://media0.giphy.com/media/mWNPTJ1zx6Aj5a7CVx/giphy.gif?cid=6c09b952pntd79wpp93cbxaf9i4vz8wwd9dkpr7xoz5uqd15&ep=v1_internal_gif_by_id&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g
Everyone: :francis:
Richard Grant: Come on, you guys don’t have to bashful! Say it!
Everyone: ….richardandkensingtenarethebestgeneralmanagersineaw.
Richard Grant: There ya go! :drakelike:
(The fans boo, and the Dynasty talent are annoyed as can be. However, Richard and Kensingten laugh.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Alright y’all, relax! We were kidding! Well, minus the “us being the best general managers” bit.
(She clears her throat and turns to the crew.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Now, we all know you ten have had your own issues throughout the season. In fact, some of you had your own issues with us. However, we deliberately hand picked each and every single one of you to be a part of our brand for a reason, and that is because we see the talent and worth all of you possess.
Richard Grant: Some of you may not be our cup of tea. Hell, I wouldn’t trust any of you to bring my lovely daughters back home to me! But when it comes to this here wrasslin’ thing… god damn it, you guys are some of the absolute best at your craft!
(The sincere words from both Kensingten and Richard catch all the Elitists off guard. However, as they continue, their uneasy feelings settle down and they relax.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: We know you guys have what it takes to win. Of course, it’s going to look good for one of our own to secure Grand Rampage, but we also want to see one of you do good for yourselves. And frankly? I just don’t see how one of you will be incapable of winning next weekend.
Richard Grant: Y’all got some stiff competition, but you’re used to it. So knock it out the damn park. You all got this.
(And the fans hesitate before they cheer. The Elitists look towards one another, but they clap, appreciating the strangely heartfelt words from the general managers.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Now, you all enjoy the rest of the night. Rest up. Train. Go absolutely crazy and do not let up! You got this!
(‘Sweet Home Alabama’ plays, and for the first time, a Kensingten and Richard-involved segment ends on a positive note. Everyone is happy.)
Stew-O: Wow. Well, what a rallying speech, indeed! Kensingten and Richard with some genuine words and praises to fire up Dynasty as we head into Grand Rampage!
Jake Mercer: 🥺 That… that was beautiful, you guys.
Flannery McCoy: Okay, Jake, let’s not—
(Jake takes a tissue and blows his nose into it. Flannery rolls her eyes. The final shot shows everyone by ringside clapping before Friday Night Dynasty fades into the first set of commercials for the evening.)
(A commercial plays for Grand Rampage, showcasing the Dynasty Elitists competing in the 30-Elitist match. Who will stamp their ticket towards immortality?)
(As Dynasty would return from the backstage area, we would see Jake Mercer sitting there assisted with a microphone at hand. He sat around a table that had 3 chairs near it.)
Jake Mercer: Alright guys, we have witnessed the happenings of the Interwire Championship these last few weeks. And it all comes down to this conclusion I am here with the 3 competitors in the match at Grand Rampage, everyone say hello.
(It cuts out to show Jay Jerry Johnson, Chris Elite and Holly Arrow all sat around the table.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: Pleasure to be here as a fighting champion.
Chris Elite: Corny! be honest with yourself for a moment dude, “fighting champion”
(Jay Jerry Johnson turned to Chris Elite as he just rolled his eyes. Meanwhile Holly Arrow was not enthusiastic and entertaining any of it.)
Holly Arrow: Good to be here.
Jake Mercer: I wanna go ahead and kick things off with the champion himself, Jay Jerry Johnson, we are well into your title reign at this point, how do you feel heading into such a big match for your title reign at Grand Rampage?
Jay Jerry Johnson: It’s a pivotal moment, and my title reign is coming together full front and center at this point. But there really isn’t a certain way that I feel heading into this match, but that is the strung out version of the story. If you want it in a way that you can truly digest it, here’s the point of interest; I am ready to go. If you haven’t noticed, as my title reign goes on longer and longer, I have sort of in a way; stopped saying as much when I come out here and see my challengers. Why is that? Because I feel like these people are leeches for the spotlight and to have some ounce of a voice. Holly and Chris have done all the talking that they possibly need, now that time for talk is up and over. I am just ready to go into this match, successfully defend my title, move onto the next situation, profit. Pain For Pride is right around the corner, and I can’t stumble over my own two feet.
(Triple J stood on the words that he proclaimed, as he looked at the other 2. But he would quickly be cut off, as laughter filled the room heavy. Chris Elite just sat there, shaking his head at Jay.)
Chris Elite: Nah, no offense man, but you’re delusional. Delusional as hell.
(Chris was laughing so hard, he could barely contain himself, even getting to a point where he hit the table with his fist in comic relief.)
Jake Mercer: I see, so you have confident belief in yourself then, right Chris? That you can walk out of this show as Interwire Champion, and kick the rest of everyone else down in their tracks?
Chris Elite: Is that even really a question that you need to ask me? Come on now, look at the size of the people in this match for a moment when it comes to being great in EAW. There is a sizable gap, and if you want to point out the last couple of years, I don’t care. Flaunt your title in my face, but it still doesn’t change the fact — Jay Jerry Johnson is nothing but a placeholder champion. He might sit there, stare at the camera and deliver the toughest words of dialogue that his brain can handle, but nah. He is full of himself, and I mean it. No one at this table is more full of themselves than Jay Jerry Johnson, and at Grand Rampage when we go face to face, I’m gonna be taking that title away—
“COUGH”
(The sound of Holly Arrow delivering a loud cough took over the room. She let out a clearing of her throat, as she looked at Chris Elite and Jay Jerry Johnson. Were they really doing all this again…?)
Holly Arrow: I am sorry, but you two are really being obnoxiously full of yourselves. I don’t know what it is, but feels like I have had to call out bullshit times ten this whole month. Okay man, for just a second here — do you REALLY think this is Jay Jerry Johnson vs Chris Elite? No. I am not trying to let you guys think it’s bothering me, because in a way, I really don’t give a damn. It’s just the happenings of the situation, I am sorry, but if Chris Elite wants to do this bullshit, and basically erase me from the match, then I am not having that. ESPECIALLY, seeing as, I had my shot long before he did. Chris wanted to be salty, cause ever since 3 years ago, he has been unable to amount to anything worth a damn. He sits in a pivotal point of failure, constantly. And now we sit here and listen to the same shit constantly, about how he is gonna do this again, this is his time! This is his turn! This is the Chris Elite agenda coming back!!
(Holly just rolled her eyes. She came into the situation with a fiery statement, one that made Chris just look at her, and laugh.)
Chris Elite: Yeah, that’s funny. You want to talk about all that and think you’ve done something, do you realize how hard it is to go band for band with me, Holly? I have done things you will probably NEVER touch. And yeah, it’s the bottom line truth; I am up here on the totem pole, you are way at the bottom. I am just being honest, Holly. Sit here and talk all the smack that you want, because this time will be different. A new regime, a new atmosphere, a whole entire new feeling, will come presented at Grand Rampage. That drought is almost over, and people like you are going to look real damn foolish and stupid when you don’t have anything to try and use against me anymore. It’s all going to be over at Grand Rampage. The drought is coming to its official end! And besides, speaking of droughts, Holly. The call is coming from inside the house. Because don’t you have a title drought as well?
Holly Arrow: That’s funny, you can poke fun at that all you want, I have not been able to do this, unable to do that, couldn’t do this, wasn’t fortunate enough for that. But you know something? As much as you wanna poke the bear, and try to take the piss out of something, at least I’ve gotten to win something in the time frame since you were last champion.
(That one got Chris Elite fed up a little bit, as he reached onto the table, showcasing he was angry.)
Jake Mercer: Phew, tension is rising. But you know something, I want to take the time to ask you something specifically: Holly. How do you feel about all of this coming to play at Grand Rampage? Do you believe that what has been evading you all this time, will finally come into fruition?
Holly Arrow: Purely, there is a lot for me to feel. But I don’t want to sit here and act like this is a break of luck, I am not getting lucky or fortunate. This has been a self made effort, working my ass off, busting my ass, breaking a sweat. I have done all of it. Any grace afforded to me is on borrowed time, and I want to make an impact sooner rather than later. And that impact is by becoming Interwire Champion.
(Chris Elite just sat there rolling his eyes at the petalk Holly was giving.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: You know something, Holly? I do find it commendable that you are saying these things. I like how you have a layer of honesty with yourself. You aren’t in a precedent of delusion, and that’s one important thing to note. You have been 100% clear, and that’s a rarity sometimes in EAW. I will prop you up for that, however. I hate to say it — but the chase does not end at Grand Rampage. I have further aspirations as champion, and I really haven’t hit my apex yet. You are going to be stuck plummeting with another heart wrenching loss, and there’s really not much else that I can do for you. I feel in a heap of ways, that I am only now getting started. I am not done being champion, and especially am not done when Pain For Pride is right there around the corner. Where I can walk into the show as champion, especially when I can be something special. I want my title reign to have an identity, and getting into the show with it, just creates that identity. I want people to look back on my reign, and remember it for hard work and immense dedication, never a lack of passion, and always a will to move forward regardless of how I felt the next day. A legacy. Already a record tying champion, I want to be remembered as one of, and if not— the very best.
(Jay Jerry Johnson was fierce with his words, as he looked at the Interwire Championship and nodded his head. Holly had all the time to let it sit and sink in as well, as she took Jay’s words and digested all of them, meanwhile you see Chris Elite sitting in the chair with his arms crossed, and he just isn’t entertaining any of it. But Holly decided to speak however..)
Holly Arrow: Look, I admire the way you present yourself into this. You are a respectable champion Jay, and it’s evident that you are not going to give up so easily. But I don’t think you see it from my perspective, the itch and feeling that draws from my heart is like none other. I always had an expectation of greatness, but that feeling is gone at that point. And I’ve had to learn new ways to improve and grow, and this is what I have done to be here. This is supposed to be a restored feeling, and a restored feeling it is. I am feeling better than ever heading into Grand Rampage. I have seen major things happen just before Pain For Pride, so I don’t show much worry and fear. I just know what can happen, what can go down. I can flip Pain For Pride on its head with a victory, and I can flip my legacy on its head. I promise Jay Jerry Johnson, that despite what others might think and claim — I promise that I will get the job done this time at Grand Rampage. After all the time and self doubt I’ve had for myself, it all changes at Grand Rampage.
(Holly Arrow stood grounded on her words, as she remained prominent and focused. Jay Jerry Johnson did the same, as you could read the room and tell there was respect for one another. But as for Chris Elite?)
Chris Elite: This shit is getting too cringe, I can’t take it anymore. I’m out.
(Chris Elite stood up and walked away. He has scene all that he needed to witness, and he saw no reason to stick around. Jay and Holly just watched that confused, as that was really how it came to an end?)
Jake Mercer: Well, it is safe to say, things didn’t exactly go the way they originally anticipated! But you know what, it’s been my pleasure to have all of the competitors here! And with that said, it’s all coming down to one thing! The Interwire Championship at Grand Rampage!
(With Chris Elite gone, both Holly and Jay Jerry Johnson flipped their attention and focus. They looked at the Interwire Championship, both of them showing how much they really want to hold it and be champion, and with that stated — the scene would cut out and fade to black from there.)
(A commercial plays for Grand Rampage, where Jay Jerry Johnson defends the EAW Interwire Championship against Chris Elite and Holly Arrow.)
(‘Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous! begins throughout the 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland. The crowd begins to show Effy McAvoy, the New Breed Champion with mixed reception. The Dynasty fateful booing the champion who ended up laying out a Dynasty roster member on Voltage last week. Effy has the New Breed Championship wrapped around her waist as she looks around to the unfamiliar setting to her.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME…THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION… ‘THE OMEN’…EFFY MCAVOY!!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week on Voltage, Cosmo Goldworthy would be the one to interrupt Effy McAvoy in the middle of the ring. After he called his shot of going after the New Breed Championship, he wanted to solidify that claim on Voltage and well, that ended with the champion taking down her number one contender.
(LAST WEEK – A clip of Voltage plays. Effy McAvoy and Cosmo Goldworthy are in the middle of the ring. It highlights the statements with Effy believing that she is going to be making quick work out of Cosmo. But, Cosmo says that the title is his and that Effy can just go cry on Ahren’s shoulder. This causes Effy to smash the title to Cosmo’s skull, knock him unconscious and give him the ultimate respect for bringing Ahren’s name into this mess. It concludes with a ‘Protect Ya Neck’ – the rebound into a giant discus lariat before raising her title high in the air, making a statement on her challenger.)
Flannery McCoy: Effy McAvoy is really compassionate about Ahren Fournier. It’s been known time after time again, so that makes it easy for people to get underneath her skin.
Jake Mercer: She makes this easy on herself, Flann. She has to be ready for disrespect in ALL directions. If not, that title goes to Cosmo Goldworthy and that’s the last thing that she wants to do.
(‘Psycho’ fades as Effy McAvoy is in the middle of the ring. The New Breed Championship is on her left shoulder as she laughs at the booing from the EAW Universe. The crowd is more vocal in their displeasure as the recap of their segment aired from Voltage. After letting the crowd give her the reception, Effy calms herself down and begins.)
Effy McAvoy: Well, this is Dynasty…
(The crowd pops, showing the brand loyalty to the EAW Universe. Effy McAvoy looks around the sold out crowd in the 3A Arena.)
Effy McAvoy: I’m not going to lie, but I’m disappointed. :francis:
(The cheering transforms into boos as Effy McAvoy forms a grimace smile on her face.)
Effy McAvoy: I mean, if the best competition that Dynasty can bring me is…Cosmo Goldworthy, then they need to do some reevaluation. I know that was a huge thing last season when it came to throwing the previous General Manager out of power. And, honestly, the two running the show don’t seem to be any better. Anyone who decided that sending Cosmo Goldworthy was a great idea needs to get a CTE scan or something. Because why would you even want to do that? Why would you ever think that this was a good idea? Because it’s clear in my mind how this match is going to go. Oh yes, I envisioned exactly how this match was going to play in my mind. But, it should be quite obvious – I am going to be making quick work out of Cosmo and make sure that he doesn’t disrespect me or Ahren any further than he already has. It seems like people don’t seem to get the message. You disrespect Ahren, you disrespect the woman who is under the tutelage of the GOAT. You disrespect Ahren, you disrespect the woman who has done everything that she can to be a part of his ever-lasting legacy on top of making a legacy of her own. You disrespect Ahren, you disrespect me and you don’t want to know what happens to those that manage to do that –
(The sound of “hey, hey, hey” is heard around the arena as the crowd gets antsy. Effy McAvoy looks confused as she begins to look around before her attention turns to the Dynasty jumbotron where Cosmo ‘Mo Money’ Goldworthy appears. This gets a good pop from the Dynasty loyalsts. It’s quite unclear where Cosmo is exactly, but it’s safe to say that he’s not backstage at Dynasty. He’s behind some unknown buildings which provide him with the perfect backdrop to begin talking to Effy.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Hey, Effy! Now, first off, I just wanna apologize for not being at the arena tonight. I didn’t expect you to show up on Dynasty, so I decided to take vacation week down in Guatemala. I decided to hit all of the attractions –Tikal National Park, Lake Atitlan and just right now, I had hiked the Pacaya. This is where I’m at, by the way. You all gotta check this shit out.
(Cosmo Goldworthy takes a step back before the camera takes in the greenery around him, but the main thing that stands out is the active complex volcano, the Pacaya. Then, the camera refocuses on Cosmo as he continues to speak.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: That thing hasn’t erupted since Febuary 2021, it seems like I’ll be popping off before it does. :mjgrin: Still, I figured that I would take the opportunity to mentally prepare myself for this New Breed Championship match at Grand Rampage. This is going to be one of the most important matches of my career. I wanted to take in all the scenery, reflect and look forward to showing the entire world who Cosmo Goldworthy is. Since I’ve shown up, it hasn’t been all sunshines and rainbows. That’s something that truly rubs me the wrong way because it shouldn’t be like that. The name ‘Cosmo Goldworthy’ holds its weight in gold. I have all the tools to be the next success story that this company has. The next Joso. The next Michael Machina. The next BRAE. I deserve to be in that conversation. I deserve to be in those headlines. But, what do I have to show for it? Nothing at all. I was lenient. I let a ton of shit slide. I gave things the benefit of the doubt, but where did that lead me? Nowhere at all. That’s not going to happen any longer. When I see an opportunity, I am going to do whatever it takes to have my name on it. That’s what I did when I looked at the New Breed Championship. A championship with such an impressive lineage over the past several years. You got your Raven Roberts, your Myles, your Michael Machinas, your BRAEs, Hans Graysons. And, you want to add your name to that list, Effy?
Cosmo Goldworthy: That’s great and all, but the New Breed Championship deserves a bigger name as their champion. A star that’s ready to shine brighter than ever. Effy McAvoy’s name does not hold the amount of power that Cosmo ‘Mo Money’ Goldworthy does. Your name is only relevant because of who you decide to piggyback off of. Me? I made my name. I made me. I will continue to make myself into a bigger star than I feel like I am. I know I am so damn good, Effy, you have no idea how much that pisses me off when being passed over for opportunities. You have no idea how it feels like to win a triple threat match over the likes of Vincent Mondrian and Clayton Golde and have nothing to show for it. Instead, let’s reward the losers instead of the winner of that match. Let’s give Clayton a shot at the Interwire Championship. Let’s give Vincent an opportunity to face a legend in Brian Daniels. What do we have for Cosmo? Nothing. Nothing at all. That shit wasn’t going to slide with me then, so I decided to do something about it as we headed into Grand Rampage. I shot my own shot when it came to creating an opportunity for myself. That opportunity is for your New Breed Championship and I should have figured that someone like you – who had a tough time with having people take her seriously – would know better than to not do the same thing with others. I may be on vacation, but that doesn’t mean that I have forgotten about the bullshit that happened on Voltage.
Cosmo Goldworthy: I am not sticking around here and letting you get away with that shit, Effy. These past couple of weeks, it’s been all about you huffing and puffing, believing that you’re going to be making quick work out of me, but I refuse to let that happen because I have worked far too hard to be embarrassed by you.
Effy McAvoy: Well…that’s just great. You can believe your deluded mind all you want, Cosmo, but while you were trying to shoot your shot when it came to creating an opportunity for yourself at the sake of the New Breed Championship, you’re going to realize soon enough that you’re shooting a little too high. You want to minmalize everything that I have done since coming into this company and claim that I “piggyback” off the relevance of someone more established than me and honestly, I find no qualms in getting piggyback rides off of Ahren. He has big and strong GOAT arms, after all. I almost want to squeeze them, but I’m not allowed to touch him. 😒 But yeah, I find no shame. I have embraced the idea of being Ahren’s protege. I love that he has trusted me to carry on his teachings. I mean, has anyone trusted you like that? Has any Hall of Famer taken the time to take you under their trusted wing? Or do you claim that you don’t need that because you got ‘mo money’ than all of them? But, where has that money taken you, Cosmo? Nowhere. When it comes to Grand Rampage, it may seem like things are heading in the right direction, but I am a tree and you’re a nice convertible. And, when you least expect it, you will crash onto me and like most accidents, you will die. But, the tree will be fine, at the end of the day. Just like the collision between a nice, fast convertible and a tree, it’s BAM and you’re done!
Effy McAvoy: That’s exactly how I envision Grand Rampage of being. I mean, I see zero point in just making this as slow and painful for you as possible. I believe in showing mercy. I believe there are instances where giving your opponent a quick, swift death is the kinder thing to do. It doesn’t matter whether there’s more money on your name than mine. It doesn’t matter whether you think this New Breed Championship is needed because it’s where it’s supposed to be. This is the one thing that ties me to Ahren FOREVER, Cosmo. This is the one thing that I will fight until my last breath to keep. You think that this is my first time dealing with deluded and egotistical people like you? Oh no, I’ve dealt with you guys all of my life. One of the most satisfying things is being able to humble them. I humbled Octavia at Shock Value and now, I get the opportunity to humble you, Cosmo. You can have all of the money in the world, but that money can’t make you a champion. Money can’t make you a better person, let alone a better wrestler. You will not be using this championship to further your legacy. You will not get away with disrespecting me and Ahren. When you decided to do that, it became the biggest mistake that you can make when going up against me. If anything, I wish that you could have gone after another championship. I mean, aren’t there other champions on your brand that you could have tried your luck with. Instead, you’re going into a New Breed Championship match, preparing for the unknown, but that’s fine. If there is something that I plan to have you take away from this match, it’s not the New Breed Championship, but regret for ever challenging for the title in the first place–
Cosmo Goldworthy: – ight, stop. You think that I am going to regret facing you for the title? The only shit that I’ve regretted was not seeking my own opportunities a lot sooner. I’m not regretting challenging you one bit. That’s not the case there, Effy. I am going into Grand Rampage and we’re not going to have a quick match of any sorts. Oh no, I worked way too damn hard for this opportunity and I’m not going to let it slip away and – in fact, let me show you exactly what I am going to do to you.
(The jumbotron goes black as Effy McAvoy gets confused. The camera focuses on her confused face. The crowd is heard getting ansty in the background. Then, the camera backs away as we find the reason for the crowd’s anxiousness as Cosmo Goldworthy is standing right behind her inside the ring. Cosmo is silently gesturing for Effy to turn herself around. Effy is completely oblivious before turning around.)
Jake Mercer: ‘READY TO DIE’ – THE TORNADO KICK TAKES EFFY MCAVOY TO HER BACK! EFFY WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD AS COSMO GOLDWORTHY BEGINS TO PUMBLE AWAY WITH A SERIES OF LEFT AND RIGHT STRIKES ON THE CHAMPION! COSMO IS LETTING LOOSE ON EFFY!
Stew-O: COSMO GOLDWORTHY IS GETTING BACK ON THE ATTACK FROM EFFY MCAVOY ON VOLTAGE LAST WEEK! HE IS GIVING THE CHAMPION A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE! COSMO HOPS OVER THE TOP ROPE BEFORE LANDING ON THE APRON! HE LOOKS RIGHT AT EFFY FROM INSIDE THE RING AS THE NEW BREED CHAMPION BEGINS TO GET TO HER FEET –
Flannery McCoy: ‘GOLD RUSH’ – THE FRONT FLIP BACK INSIDE THE RING INTO A DISCUS LARIAT TO EFFY MCAVOY AS THAT TAKES HER TO HER BACK ONCE MORE! COSMO GOLDWORTHY IS GIVING HIS OWN DOSE OF TRASH TALK TO THE UNCONSOUS CHAMPION, AT THIS POINT!
(Cosmo Goldworthy looks at the New Breed Championship that was dropped when he attacked Effy McAvoy. He picks up the New Breed Championship and looks at the title for a moment. The title that he will be fighting for. One of his most important matches of his career. A moment that could make or break him. He raises the title high above his head as the crowd has mixed feelings about this ending shot.)
Jake Mercer: Message sent to Effy McAvoy. This is not going to be quick work for Effy and Cosmo Goldworthy is going to do everything in his power to give the champion a fight and take her title in the process.
Stew-O: A focused look on the challenger’s face, Jake and Flannery! Take a close look at that man, Cosmo Goldworthy. He could be our next New Breed Champion after Grand Rampage is said and done!
(With the challenger standing tall, Dynasty fades elsewhere…)
(The scene pans on Hans Grayson, as he can be seen backstage with his arms crossed as he’s pacing around slowly, his mind fixated on a specific matter tonight ‘till a figure can be seen approaching him.)
Brian Daniels: Hans—
(Brian Daniels is walking toward Hans, but Hans immediately turns himself around and looks down toward him in a stand-off manner, his hands balling up into fists as he keeps a good distance away from Brian.)
Hans Grayson: Not the best day to be sneaking up on me, Brian…
Brian Daniels: Relax, Hans. I’m not here to do anything of the sort, you know me much better than that.
(Brian lets off a sigh as he looks up toward Hans with a slightly frustrated expression, but one of honesty as Hans would drop his guard a fair moment from there.)
Brian Daniels: Hans, I truly did not mean for anything to spiral in the manner that they ultimately did, you also should be well aware of how none of the sort would ever be my intention. Although I can’t help but feel as if you shouldn’t have believed that I would ever be intentionally capable of anything in that regard, I believe we’ve always had a sizable rapport with one another under the means of proper respect. Respect always goes both ways, and that’s something I don’t take lightly ‘cause I know that we each embody respect in great facets. I understand that our interactions have been largely minimal, but I’d like to think that this civility has always been strong between us despite that.
(Hans would place his hands over his own hips, glancing downward as he would ponder to himself for a brief moment after Brian spoke his own piece on the matter. Eventually, Hans looks ahead toward Brian to speak from his own perspective.)
Hans Grayson: I know, Brian. I know. I understand that you do mean well, and I understand how respect is something neither of us should ever take lightly. I will always maintain that respect for my peers is always important, ‘cause that much means a great deal to me too. I’m sure you can understand from my own standpoint that so much has spiraled into chaos in this brand. Too much has gone down onto this vortex that never seems to end for me at least. If I have to be completely honest, I’m not too sure what to believe anymore.
(Hans shakes his own head now, crossing his arms as he looks back upon the history shared with numerous elitists on Dynasty that have all compounded into issues that he is always able to recall, one way or another.)
Hans Grayson: There have been too many veterans in this company that have been able to toss themselves into the forefront of EAW & lead themselves to believe that they can just get away with practically anything. Cy’s somebody that I can’t forget about, always under this radar as he has surely changed since arriving back to EAW & has become a different competitor from who he once was. Of course, everything that I’ve endured against Impact has only led me to become far more skeptical about the legends of professional wrestling who end up coming across as scumbags. They have all played around with my name & tried to belittle the elitist that I am, the elitist that I will always strive to be despite how they want to target me. This becomes the cycle that just doesn’t seem to stop, and it leads me to believe that it can really be anyone who just wants to get themselves away with anything—
Brian Daniels: I don’t, Hans.
(Brian cuts Hans off, as Hans would look toward Brian as the multi-time World Champion briefly lifts his hands upward when speaking to him.)
Brian Daniels: I’m not trying to get away with anything here, and that’s me being as honest as I can possibly be to you. What happened last week was just an accident, there’s nothing more to it. Accidents that happen when it comes to this sport, ‘cause that’s always been a possibility. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t have a malicious bone in my body toward you, Hans. Not toward anyone, I need to reassure you how everything that occurred was entirely unintentional. I hear you out completely on all of the matters that you’ve had to undergo against EAW Hall of Famers who have tried to test you in varying degrees of tolerance. Seems to be a reoccurring theme these days, and perhaps I see myself agreeing with those sentiments—but I implore you to not bunch me into this category, ‘cause I’m not here to increase tensions further.
(Brian would sharply exhale as his expression remained fond, keeping his eyes set toward Hans as he spoke further.)
Brian Daniels: I just want you to realize that, Hans. I’m not here to target you, you’d know me a bit better than that. I understand that things got tense out there with the match, and it was all bound to spiral with all of the adrenaline that’s coursing through our veins once the energy of the moment is all there. Everything afterward was just trying to maintain my position & defend myself, I’m sure that you would also understand that much as well.
(Hans scoffs a fair bit as he shakes his own head, looking toward him more seriously.)
Hans Grayson: Sure, yeah, as if you weren’t ready to fight me right then & there, Brian. I saw that look in your eyes, and it’s a stance that can’t be ignored either. Difficult to truly believe that you wouldn’t have taken advantage of the moment if given the best chance possible.
Brian Daniels: Hans, you were the one who decided to get aggressive toward me in the first place, for crying loud. You should know that I was not left with any other choice but to stand my ground. When inside that ring, it’s always fight or flight, & far more times than not I have to stand up for myself in any scenario to maintain that I have to fight. I just wasn’t the aggressor that night.
(Hans squints his eyes, as he seems to be looking to speak his own piece further & continue with an ongoing disagreement toward Brian Daniels—but he takes a deep breath, nodding to Brian as he would head into a much more relaxed state, as his posture stiffens less while speaking again.)
Hans Grayson: I guess I did blow things out of proportion for what happened on Dynasty last week, I can understand very clearly where you’re coming from with that perspective, Brian. I allowed all of my personal history to get in the way ‘cause of everything that I had to go through with other EAW Hall of Famers, I really started to believe that every legend just becomes something that leaves so much doubt in the way of their glory. I attached that sentiment to you, and how your stature being similar to their own was enough to leave me with more than enough doubts of how much respect truly resides within you. But I’ll say that I was wrong, I shouldn’t have pushed things as far as I ended up doing.
(Hans looks toward Brian, continuously nodding afterward as he relaxes further.)
Hans Grayson: I apologize, I shouldn’t have let things transpire as terribly as they did. Or potentially could have too.
(Brian gives Hans the nod, as he sports a small smile on his face when doing so.)
Brian Daniels: I apologize as well, Hans. I’ll reiterate directly to you that I see an elitist who can truly incite some incredible change into EAW. You are a future World Champion in the making, and you’ve already been able to accomplish a great deal for yourself that leads me to believe even further that you will be ready for that pedestal one day. Although… I do have to mention, you can be quite the hot head sometimes.
(Brian shares a chuckle as Hans would muster up a smile, looking downward as Brian continues to speak in a lighthearted tone.)
Brian Daniels: It kind of does remind me of myself when I was around your age, I guess that spark really doesn’t go away. It’ll always transfer toward the next generation & then some.
Hans Grayson: Okay, okay. We can calm down just a little bit with all of the talk of the past, unc’.
Brian Daniels: Ah c’mon, that’s just me speaking from my own experiences. Not kidding about a thing! It’s all the more true, but it’s an indication of how you’re really on the proper path.
(The two share a brief laugh, as Brian extends his hand out toward Hans, with Hans accepting the emphatic handshake.)
Brian Daniels: I truly cannot wait for next weekend—but I hope you’re prepared for a marquee defeat, ‘cause I’m winning.
Hans Grayson: We will surely see about that, Brian. See you at Grand Rampage.
(The two share confident smiles, before Brian would give the brief salutation before walking away from the scene. Hans watches on, taking in all of the moments shared for a moment as he ponders further with the scene fading.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades back to the audience as a whole, when suddenly the arena becomes bathed in golden light as ‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki began blaring through the speakers, prompting the entire EAW Universe live in attendance to erupt with deafening boos. The King of Elite’s entrance video lit up the Titantron with Drake Armstrong swaggering out underneath it with a smug and insufferable smirk plastered across his face. The boos did not seem to bother him a bit as he scoffed at the crowd’s disdain before marching down the ramp, raising his arms as he did so to prevent himself from being touched by those he looks down upon.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… YOUR 2025 KING OF ELITE!!!!!!!!!! ‘THE FUTURE’… DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARMMMMMMMSTROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: Ugh… every week, huh?
Stew-O: Unfortunately, the King of Elite is looking smug as ever as he marches out here tonight, and the Irish crowd in attendance is making it perfectly clear what they think of a man that perhaps embodies the word ‘elitist’ more than anybody else on the roster… for better or for worse.
Jake Mercer: What do you mean ‘worse’, Stew? That sounds like treason if you’re using it against OUR King of Elite. He has every right to feel smug, because after Minerva managed to get the better of him twice on the same show, he was finally able to get some payback last week by hitting her with the Death Penalty after she treacherously interfered in his match against Brian Daniels!
Flannery McCoy: He was mouthing off to Minerva before AND during the match, can you really blame Minerva for having enough and interfering?
Jake Mercer: Yup! :mjgrin:
Flannery McCoy: :cmon:
Stew-O: Whatever ended up happening, it’s undeniable that Drake had a great performance against Brian Daniels last week even if the match ended up getting thrown out, AND he managed to get out of the chaos standing tall. I have a feeling we’ll be hearing a lot of bragging in just a moment.
(Drake Armstrong walked up the steel steps and stepped into the squared circle, rudely snapping his fingers at the ringside staff for them to give him a microphone. Upon snatching it from the ringside staff member’s hand, he began to speak.)
Drake Armstrong: Is it not a fascinating sight, seeing the proud and mighty laid out and decimated? Now, I understand that some of you may see this as hypocrisy; after all, I am proud and TREMENDOUSLY mighty, and the Black Rose managed to get the better of me beforehand… but here is the thing. That was the last time you will see Minerva standing over me; any altercation we have in the future, on the other hand? You can take a look at what happened last week if you want a little preview of how that is going to turn out for her.
Drake Armstrong: Verily, I remember the scene as though it happened mere minutes ago; that fool, in her desire to watch the match oh-so closely, ended up placing herself in harm’s way… and then she had the audacity to lash out at ME over it! How absurd; beyond the absurdity, though, is the sheer comedy of the whole debacle. She instigated that clash, and she ended up facing the consequences of her actions within mere moments; a perfect turnaround from what transpired the week before. That is what I call royal justice at its finest.
Drake Armstrong: One cannot say, though, that the events that took place last week were unprecedented or even unpredictable; as a matter of fact, I specifically pointed out that Minerva ought to hold her tongue when disrespecting me, because the consequences of disobeying that decree would make her suffering against the non-king Drake seem minuscule in comparison. Ah, but who could tame the rebellious spirit of the Princess Killer, after all? If someone tells her something, no matter how simple and understandable it is, perhaps she just feels a stirring in her heart to disobey it as though it were a biological instinct.
Drake Armstrong: The sheer fact that Minerva is trying to downplay the threat that I pose after the three months that I have had thus far in 2025 is nothing short of certifiably insane; I hold nothing but the utmost contempt and detestation for imbecilic filth, and in the industry that I have molded to be MY kingdom, she will have to face her due punishment. There are those out there in the world that advocate for forms of rehabilitative justice, fools that they are; they believe that the peasants condemned to state-mandated punishment are deserving of redemption and care, but that is their folly! No peasant deserves redemption, NO peasant deserves care, ESPECIALLY those that dare to oppose the KING.
Drake Armstrong: Therefore, the manner of justice that Minerva will be facing will not be rehabilitative; as a matter of fact, it will be the furthest thing FROM rehabilitative! She will face punitive justice of the utmost severity; it matters not whether she sees the error of her ways or not, because her perception following the match will become a matter of irrelevance. She can become my greatest herald or she can squirm and writhe in her attempts to excuse and justify her imminent defeat; whatever the case may be, it is not the most important facet of our showdown.
Drake Armstrong: The most important facet is the EXAMPLE that I will make out of her. For all the roster to see, for all who view her in divine light, I will create a BEACON out of the carnage; may the entirety of the roster, regardless of your brand, look up into the sky and see the flare that I have shot, for it will read but one message: Every single tongue that rises against the King of Elite must FALL! No disrespect will be tolerated, no opposition will go unpunished, and nobody shall get in the way of my lofty ambitions. FURTHERMORE-
(Drake Armstrong’s narcissistic monologue was abruptly interrupted when ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie began blaring through the arena speakers, causing the audience to jump off their seats and nearly drown the music out with the volume of their deafening cheers; the King of Elite glared furiously towards the stage, where Minerva herself strutted out from behind the stage curtains, looking fed up with Drake’s diatribe. She wasted no time marching down the ramp and rolling into the ring with a microphone in her hand, immediately getting face to face with the King of Elite before letting her voice be heard.)
Minerva: For weeks upon weeks, we have all been subjected to the whining and moaning of a petulant child; I would be willing to go as far as to say that there has been very few tragedies in Elite Answers Wrestling more severe than what occurred at King of Elite 2025, when the world had to watch YOU become the King of Elite and get that crown. We should have all seen this coming; the moment that crown got into your hands, you would treat it as a free pass to do and say whatever you want, thinking that there would be no consequences. No matter how demented you already were prior to winning that crown, your victory has multiplied the derangement of your mind a THOUSAND times over, and on behalf of the EAW Universe and the roster, I am here to tell you that we are SICK of it.
(The crowd roared with approval for her claim.)
Minerva: It has been just two months since you won, and already it has felt like two decades has passed with how long your dreadful speeches go on for. On and on and on, you sing praises for yourself and your damned family, thinking you can just march into the wrestling industry and take over everything; here is a newsflash for you, ‘King’… you DON’T have what it takes. Every aspect of your being, from head to toe, is filled with nothing but vices; if I ran down the entire list, I would end up taking the rest of the show and then all of Showdown as well, but we already know what’s wrong with you. Even worse, I think YOU know what’s wrong with you, and you LIKE that about yourself!
Minerva: A narcissist through and through, your coincidental birth into a wealthy family has injected a god complex into your mind; what you need to learn – what you WILL learn – is that you are the furthest thing from a ‘god’ this world has ever seen. No god would have the unfounded ego that you’ve been instilled with since birth. For that matter, no god would LIE as much as you lie and still try to claim yourself to be a speaker of truth through the same deceitful mouth.
Minerva: One of the biggest lies you’ve implicitly told is this importance you place on respect. YOU? You think you are in ANY position to talk about respect? The entirety of your career, from the day of your debut to present day, has been BUILT on disrespecting EVERYBODY; from those who paved the way for you, the icons you claim to be the ‘Iconoclast’ for, to the peers that you take every opportunity to diminish, to the New Breeds that you try to repress, the very identity of Drake Armstrong is built on being the worst possible person. And yet, you have the gall to criticize me for not showing you respect; where would that respect even go, if not the bottomless pit of insecurity you call a soul?
(Drake Armstrong’s scowl deepens as his teeth grind against each other, while the crowd is going crazy for Minerva’s verbal evisceration of the King of Elite.)
Minerva: You never approached this challenge with any hint of respect, Mr. Armstrong. You knew as well as the world knew that I had not given up on my desires to become a world champion once again. You knew as well as ANYBODY that I was still dead-set on making HERstory by becoming the first ever woman to become the World Heavyweight Champion of Elite Answers Wrestling. I was more ready to win that Grand Rampage match than I have been ready for anything in my life, but then came YOU. You, with your endless ego, just had to make everything about YOU.
Minerva: And I saw the way you looked at me; I could tell by the way that you talked about me. This was never going to just be a respectful spar between us; you looked down upon me, spoke against my legacy at every turn, and likened me to be an athlete past her prime. Need I remind you, Mr. Armstrong, that I was one of the most dominant Universal Women’s Champions in recent memory? Did you think that losing that title at Pain for Pride harmed my motivation to succeed at all? If you did, then you are dead wrong; I have never been more motivated in my life, and YOU were foolish enough to put yourself in the path of this motivated Minerva.
Minerva: So by all means, you can continue to whine and cry about me, you can continue to weave these narratives of how disrespected you are, you can continue to say whatever you please. It will all come to an end at Grand Rampage; your constant talking, your fragile ego, and any notion that Drake Armstrong is a King that will follow through on winning that crown. When we step foot in the ring together and have our grand showdown, I will do everything in my power to make sure that neither the name ‘Drake’ nor the name ‘Armstrong’ will EVER be uttered in the annals of history; all of your ambition to carve your family’s name into the professional wrestling industry will die at the hands of the very woman that you sought to use for your own purposes.
Minerva: You will end up not as a new industry titan, not as a future GOAT of the profession, but as the one thing you fear becoming most: just another elitist. Just another wrestler who deluded himself into thinking he was something great, only to find out he was not. Just another man who thought he was on the golden stairway to heaven, only to find themselves in the deepest pit of his own personal Hell.
Drake Armstrong: Such SCATHING remarks, Mrs. Silvestri, and such unshakeable confidence in yourself to be able to take down the King; perhaps you truly are deluded enough to believe in yourself against the man that I have become, but… I rather like that about you. There is nothing more entertaining to me than taking a legend’s seemingly unshakeable confidence and burning it to smithereens in my scorched earth warpath to this industry’s heavenly heights. You truly think that YOU will be the one to stop my journey? To close off the pearly gates to the King of Elite and condemn me to an infernal demise?
Minerva: There is no doubt in my mind that I will be the one to do it.
Drake Armstrong: I happen to recall you mentioning the same thing about making ‘Herstory’; by all means, let me know how THAT went for you-
Stew-O: OH, AND MINERVA HAS HEARD ENOUGH! SHE CATCHES DRAKE ARMSTRONG OFF GUARD WITH A HEAVY PUNCH TO THE JAW AND BEGINS BATTERING HIM WITH STRIKE AFTER STRIKE, FORCING THE KING OF ELITE TO PUT HIS GUARD UP AS HE STAGGERS BACK!
Flannery McCoy: MINERVA GETS THE KING OF ELITE’S BACK TO THE ROPES, AND THEN SHE LAUNCHES HIM BACK WITH AN IRISH WHIP, SENDING HIM ACROSS THE RING TO REBOUND OFF THE ROPES ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE!
Jake Mercer: MINERVA LOOKS TO TAKE DRAKE ARMSTRONG OUT WITH A LARIAT, BUT DRAKE IS ABLE TO DUCK UNDERNEATH AND STOP HIMSELF IN HIS TRACKS, CATCHING HER OFF GUARD WITH A SUDDEN BACK ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Stew-O: AND NOW THEY’RE GOING AT IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, GOING STRIKE FOR STRIKE AS THEY LOOK TO TAKE EACH OTHER OUT RIGHT HERE, ONE WEEK BEFORE GRAND RAMPAGE! I THINK I SEE SECURITY COMING FROM THE STAGE, BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THEY’LL BE ABLE TO STOP WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE!
Flannery McCoy: THE BRAWL CONTINUES AND—OH! SATAN’S KISS! THAT SUDDEN SIGNATURE HEADBUTT BY MINERVA KNOCKS DRAKE SILLY AS HE STAGGERS BACK, HAVING BEEN CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE ABRUPT AND DEVASTATING ATTACK, AND NOW MINERVA TUCKS HIS HEAD IN AND HOISTS HIM UP… SHE’S LOOKING FOR ATLAS FALLS!
Jake Mercer: DRAKE IS DOING HIS BEST TO AVOID IT BY SANDBAGGING HER… OH, AND THEY GET PULLED APART BY THE SECURITY, WHO MADE IT TO THE RING JUST IN TIME! THE SECURITY GUARDS ARE DOING WHAT THEY CAN TO GET BETWEEN THEM, BUT BOTH OF THEM KEEP LAUNCHING STRIKES!
Stew-O: Drake Armstrong pulls away and… what’s he doing with his hand there? The security focuses on Minerva for a moment, who’s still trying to get her hands on the King of Elite, and… OH MY GOD! THAT RING! DRAKE ARMSTRONG LAUNCHES A PUNCH BETWEEN THE HEADS OF THE SECURITY GUARDS AND CONNECTS WITH MINERVA, AND I THINK I JUST SAW A BIT OF ELECTRICITY THERE! THAT’S THE SAME RING FROM ROAD TO REDEMPTION! HE JUST HIT MINERVA WITH WHO KNOWS HOW MANY VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY?!
Flannery McCoy: THE SECURITY TURN THEIR ATTENTION TO DRAKE ARMSTRONG AS THEY FORCEFULLY GET HIM OUT OF THE RING, BUT MINERVA IS LEFT CONVULSING IN THE RING, STILL FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THAT ELECTRIFIED ARMSTRONG DYNASTY RING! THAT SCUMBAG DRAKE ARMSTRONG HAS A SMIRK ON HIS FACE AS HE’S BEING DRAGGED AWAY FROM THE RING BY THE SECURITY GUARDS!
Jake Mercer: BOTH MINERVA AND DRAKE HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET ONE-UP ON EACH OTHER AT MULTIPLE POINTS DURING THE LEAD UP TO GRAND RAMPAGE, BUT ONLY ONE OF THEM WILL BE ABLE TO CLAIM VICTORY WHEN THEY GO HEAD-TO-HEAD; WHICH ONE WILL COME OUT ON TOP?!
Stew-O: YOU’LL HAVE TO TUNE IN TO GRAND RAMPAGE TO FIND OUT!
(The video feed lingers on the chaos of the scene as Minerva is checked up on and Drake is forced backstage, before the feed fades to black.)
(A commercial plays for Grand Rampage, where Brian Daniels takes on Hans Grayson, and Minerva faces Drake Armstrong.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a shot of the 3A Arena as the camera pans around before landing inside the ring, as it’s set up for a contract signing. There are two seats across from each other and at the head of the table, is Dynasty commentator Stew-O as he’s seen with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face. As the shot begins to pan in, he takes a moment to let the crowd quiet down before beginning to speak.)
Stew-O: Welcome, everyone! We are just one week away from the Grand Rampage Marquee Event, and on the Friday Night Dynasty side of things, there’s a lot to look forward to. From the Elitists competing in the Grand Rampage match, to Jay Jerry Johnson defending the Interwire Championship against Holly Arrow and Chris Elite, to heated grudge matches with Hans Grayson facing Brian Daniels, and the King of Elite Drake Armstrong facing Minerva, the excitement is through the roof! There is one match in particular, though, that is the star of the show, with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line, two of Dynasty’s very best go at it in a match that could, quite frankly, go either way!
(The crowd once again cheers loudly as the World Heavyweight Championship match is mentioned, and after some time, Stew-O continues.)
Stew-O: It’s quite the heated affair to say the least between these two, and while there have been some outside factors playing a part in their confrontations these past couple of weeks, I’m here to say that these two are ready to sign on the dotted line and make this match official. So let’s not waste any time, please welcome out the challenger first, Cy Henderson!
(‘Saint Pablo’ by Kanye West begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd erupts into an overwhelming negative reaction. The camera goes over to the stage to show Cy Henderson as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a serious expression on his face, taking a moment to look around before focusing squarely on the ring, then beginning to make his way down the ramp.)
Flannery McCoy: It’s certainly been a hectic couple of weeks for the EAW Hall of Famer, because while he’s been trying his best to prepare for his match against Joso to the fullest, one person has gotten in the way of that, and that’s Drake King. Last week, Cy had had enough of him, punching him square in the face and storming off, but if we know this… current iteration… of Drake King, we know that might not be the last time we see him around.
Jake Mercer: Highly doubt it! But right now Cy Henderson is gearing up to add yet another World Championship to the trophy case, and I firmly believe that he has the capabilities to do that! But hey, let me keep my mouth shut.
(Cy makes his way up the steps and onto the apron before entering through the ropes. He then heads over and takes a microphone as ‘Saint Pablo’ begins to fade out. He takes a seat at the table as the crowd begins to settle down, and after some time, Stew-O begins to speak.)
Stew-O: Cy, thank you for joining us.
(Cy nods his head, not saying anything as he has his eyes completely focused on the stage.)
Stew-O: Let’s welcome out the Champion at this time, please welcome, Joso!
(‘LIKE WEEZY’ by Playboi Carti begins to play through the arena as the crowd cheers loudly, as the camera goes over to the stage to reveal the World Heavyweight Champion Joso making his way out. He has a smirk on his face as he takes a good look around, focusing on Cy before then beginning to make his way down the ramp, title over his shoulder as he brandishes it with a confident look on his face.)
Flannery McCoy: Well here comes the Champion and we know that it’s been heated between these two for the past couple of weeks since Cy put his claim in for the World Heavyweight Championship, but even though the challenge is certainly one daunting one, it’s safe to say that Joso has not backed down from it in the slightest.
Jake Mercer: Is this something that he’ll live to regret? Perhaps, but when it comes down to it, Joso is one hell of a fighter. Even if he’s fighting at a disadvantage, he’ll still tr,y and that’s something that I respect! But Cy is still coming for that ass.
(Joso makes his way up the steps and onto the apron before entering the ring. He makes his way over and takes a seat across from Cy as ‘LIKE WEEZY’ begins to come to a close. Both of them are staring at each other as Stew-O breaks the silence and speaks.)
Stew-O: Gentlemen, if you have some words to say to each other before you sign the contract, now is your chance to do so.
Joso: I’ll say what I need to say, and then we’ll get down to it. Cy, I have had nothing but disrespect for you since you joined this company, and everything that you’ve done this season has made my decision easier by the week. This World Heavyweight Championship is something that means the world to me not just for myself but this entire Dynasty brand, and it’s clear that you don’t care about it yourself. You don’t care about this title, you don’t care about Dynasty, you just care how it looks on you. It pisses me off, and I know that the only thing that I can do about it is make sure this never happens. It’s going to stay on my shoulder come Grand Rampage, and there’s nothing that you can do about it.
(Joso takes the binder and opens it, taking the pen and quickly signing the contract as the crowd cheers loudly for this. Cy crosses his arms as he shakes his head in disappointment, taking a moment to look around before raising a microphone and beginning to speak.)
Cy Henderson: I care about this company more than you ever would. For the past decade, I have done nothing but give my everything to this place, even when it never gave anything back to me. Even when people treated me with the utmost disrespect, I shook it off, kept my head down, and kept rolling because that’s what real Elitists do. If I cared about the perception of other people, then I wouldn’t be here right now. Then I wouldn’t have returned to this company when I did, and I would’ve been content with leaving when I had the opportunity. But I’m still here, and the only difference is the fact that I’m tired of pretending like I cared about what they have to say about me, I was tired of pretending I cared about what you had to say about me. So I made the decision easier for everyone else, and now, I will do it for you. I will be undeniable, I will take everything away from you. Have fun.
(Cy takes the binder from him and signs the contract himself as the crowd continues to cheer, both of them not wasting any time making this match official as Stew-O looks personally surprised that they were quick like that, but regardless, goes on.)
Stew-O: Well, um, there you go! The match was made official here, thank you all for joining me tonight on Friday Night Dynasty, and on behalf of myself and the team, we wish you-
(Before Stew-O can say anything else, ‘Revolution’ by Pennywise begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd begins to cheer loudly. The camera goes over to the stage to show Drake King as he makes his way out. After what happened last week, it’s clear that he has a disappointed expression on his face, taking a moment to shake his head and take a deep breath as he makes his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: Well, before we could end the show, Drake King has seemingly made his appearance, and Cy Henderson is inside the ring, not looking very happy about this. We know that both of them have had their issues but Drake especially has been persistent in asking for his forgiveness, but it seems like that’s something that’s just not going to happen.
Jake Mercer: Well he’s certainly going to get his ass beat if he steps into the ring, but Drake feels like he needs to do this, and it’s certainly going to cost him when it does.
(Drake makes his way up the steps and onto the apron before entering through the ropes. He makes his way over and takes a microphone as ‘Revolution’ begins to come to a close. He then approaches Cy, who looks like he’s two seconds away from beating them up.)
Drake King: Cy, please, if I could have a moment-
Cy Henderson: NO! You have had all the time in the world to talk to me, and you’ve given me NOTHING! The only thing that you’ve continued to do week after week is come down to the ring and waste my time, and I’m thoroughly disappointed each time. I have told you to get out of my way time after time, and you have not listened a single time. When are you going to realize that I’m not going to forgive you? Not only that, I don’t care about you. I have bigger things to worry about, and you don’t understand that. Kid, this is your last chance to get the hell out of this ring before you make things worse for yourself, more than you already have.
Drake King: Cy, I know how you feel, but I just can’t feel like in my right mind that I’ll have any closure if I don’t get your forgiveness. You know how much you mean to me, and you know how much I look up to someone like you. Could you please find it in your heart to do this for me? Accept my apology, and I’ll leave you alone for as long as you want.
(Cy rubs his temple in frustration, quickly shaking his head, but before he can speak himself…)
Joso: No, the last thing that I’m going to do is waste another week being the third wheel in your stupid love drama. Do you think anyone cares about what either of you is going through? Do you think that it matters heading into one of the biggest Marquee Events of the season that you want Cy Henderson’s forgiveness? Fuck no, the one thing that you should focus on is around my shoulder and that is the World Heavyweight Championship. This is the prize that Cy specifically should want and if you want some Drake, then fuck it you can get it as well.
Cy Henderson: Leave him out of this; he doesn’t matter. What matters is that I take that title away from you at Grand Rampage.
Joso: Oh really…
(Both of them start to argue as they overlay each other, being completely incoherent. Each time Drake is trying to get his words in as he shakes his head in frustration, he begins to get overwhelmed as he pulls at his hair. Stew-O watches on as he slowly cowers into a corner, but as both of them make their way back up to their feet from their chairs…)
(BAM!)
Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD! DRAKE KING JUST RUSHED FORWARD AND HIT CY HENDERSON WITH A SICK KICK!
Jake Mercer: Oh no… oh no… oh no…
Flannery McCoy: CY HENDERSON IS DOWN AND DRAKE JUST TURNED AROUND AND IMMEDIATELY FLOORED JOSO WITH A SECOND SICK KICK BEFORE HE CAN EVEN REACT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!
Jake Mercer: Cy is trying to get back up, PLEASE DO SOMETHING!
Flannery McCoy: CURB STOMP! DRAKE JUST PLANTED CY’S HEAD DOWN TO THE FLOOR FOR GOOD MEASURE! BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN ON THE GROUND AND DRAKE KING IS STANDING TALL!
(Drake looks furious as he’s shaking his head repeatedly. He drops down and grabs hold of the microphone as he begins to speak.)
Drake King: NO! ENOUGH! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! I DON’T CARE WHICH ONE OF YOU WINS AT GRAND RAMPAGE! BECAUSE I’M ENTERING THE GRAND RAMPAGE MATCH AND I’M TAKING THAT TITLE MYSELF!
(Drake slams the microphone down to the ground as he raises his hand into the air. The crowd is in absolute shock now at what they’ve just seen. ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage begins to play through the speakers of the arena as he scoops up the World Heavyweight Championship and raises it into the air, both Joso and Cy down on the ground as they haven’t moved an inch after being laid out by the now renewed Hall of Famer. It’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to complete black.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)