(EAW’s Opening Video Plays)…
(Dynasty’s opening video is aired as “Babylon” by Ekali feat. Denzel Curry plays. The camera zooms into the arena as a barrage of red and white pyro shoots up from the stage and down from the rafters. The camera pans around the thousands of screaming fans in attendance before settling in on Stew-O and Talib Bari at ringside smiling)
Stew: WE ARE JUST ONE WEEK AWAY FROM THE SHOW OF SHOWS!! HELLO EVERYVODY AND WELCOME TO A VERY SPECIAL EDITION OF DYNASTY!! I’M STEW-O JOINED AS ALWAYS BY MY BROADCAST COLLEAGUE TALIB BARI AND PAL, WE’RE IN THE HOME STRETCH!!
Talib Bari: That’s right and as you mentioned a very special… a very UNIQUE Dynasty here tonight! There’s not much action tonight, at least in-ring but folks trust me… this isn’t an episode you’re gonna want to miss! Let’s get into this RIGHT NOW!
(The camera fades up to the titantron and Shaker Jones appears on the screen looking menacing)
Shaker Jones: Ah… the Summer months. Long days, warm weather, barbecues and good times. But not everything that comes with Summer is good… one thing that Summer has more than any other Season are bugs…
Shaker Jones: Bugs… that you thought you got rid of… bugs that you can’t kill… bugs that serve no purpose other than to annoy. I hate them, I despise them… and just when I thought I got rid of the biggest bug of them all… HERE HE COMES CRAWLING BACK IN THE SUMMER!
Shaker Jones: You don’t deserve it. You’ve done NOTHING to deserve it. And yet you have the AUDACITY to call ME out and demand a match for this title. And you know what?
(Shaker ponders for a moment as he exhales)
Shaker Jones: And I’m gonna give it to you.
Shaker Jones: BECAUSE NEO WASN’T A BIG ENOUGH STAGE, DYANSTY WASN’T A BIG ENOUGH STAGE BUT PAIN FOR PRIDE? PAIN FOR PRIDE’S THE BIGGEST STAGE, IT’S THE STAGE! THE ONLY STAGE THAT’S CAPABLE OF HANDLING A MATCH AND MOMENT LIKE THIS!!
Shaker Jones: It’s high time that I show THE WORLD exactly WHO I AM and what YOU ARE! At Pain For Pride, I rid myself of you once and for all, and that’s a promise.
(Shaker Jones unbuckles the Big Baker Bhampionship and brings it close in to the lens as the camera fades out into a commercial break)
(The camera returns and fades over to the ring which is lined with multiple easels. Each easel is covered with a black sheet and a red is laid across the ring)
(“California Love” by 2pac feat. Dr. Dre hits as Cody Marshall approaches the stage in a dapper black suit. He holds the Hardcore Championship high in the air as he’s met with a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. He relishes in this however as he continues to make his way down the ramp)
Stephie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen… please welcome the EAW Hardcore Champion… CODDDYYY MARRRRRSSSHAAAALLLLL!!
(Marshall grabs a microphone from ringside and enters the ring with a big smile on his face)
Cody Marshall: Well here we are, I didn’t think we were going to make it but… HERE WE ARE! Finally, at long last I have an opponent for Pain For Pride! Not just any opponent… but one who deserves his recognition, Johnny Ventura!
(The crowd cheers)
Cody Marshall: Oh come on… YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!! IT’S JOHNNY VENTURA!! A man who has come back from the brink of irrelevancy… SHOW THAT MAN THE RESPECT THAT HE DESERVES!!
(The cheering gets a bit louder, Cody acknowledges it as pity cheers)
Cody Marshall: Respect.
Cody Marshall: As difficult as this may be for you to believe Johnny, I do respect you. Your story is quite inspiring. Dare I say that if it was put to film, it may just win an Oscar.
Cody Marshall: And speaking of films, that’s exactly why we’re here tonight Johnny. To tell your story through the greatest art ever invented… film.
(Cody Marshall approaches first easel and he pulls off the sheet revealing a young Johnny Ventura surrounded by various elitists who were with EAW in 2012. It’s done in a comic book movie poster style)
Cody Marshall: The young Johnny Ventura… so full of hope. Came into this game and took it by storm, an inspiration for everyone, everywhere. But just as all great film franchises do, there was a middle chapter to all of this Johnny… a darker one. A more psychologically satisfying one… maybe not for you but… for me? Oh yeah.
(Cody Marshall turns his attention to the second easel and removes the sheet. It shows Johnny Ventura on his knees, heartbroken after his defeat at Pain For Pride 6 where he failed to capture the Answers World Championship, done in the style of an arthouse film)
Cody Marshall: YOU GOT SO CLOSE… SOOOOOO CLOSE to the glory that every elitist man or woman dreams about… winning the World Championship on THE GRANDEST STAGE OF THEM ALL!
Cody Marshall: But you didn’t. You reminded us that stories don’t always have happy endings, fairytales don’t always come true. It was a sobering performance but one that the world so very much needed.
Cody Marshall: And then we move on to…
(The third easel, Cody rips off the sheet to reveal… nothing. Just a black canvas.)
Cody Marshall: We move onto nothing, because that’s what there is right Johnny? Nothing. Oh don’t get me wrong there’s a myriad of failures, but I simply wouldn’t be able to fit them all on one poster so I instead went with the more ominous all black. It’s just a void, a couple of wasted years. Failed comebacks, failed attempts at success… failure everywhere which is why I beg this question to everyone… WHY?!
Cody Marshall: Why is it that all of you so strongly believe that Johnny Ventura is going to defeat me at Pain For Pride when his track record has shown that he isn’t capable of doing so? It’s insulting really… but maybe a visualization will help.
(Cody Marshall spins around and meets eyes with the fourth easel. He slowly pulls back the easel revealing a picture of himself with the EAW Hardcore Championship held high in the air. Scarface-esque.)
Cody Marshall: I am the Hardcore Championship and the Hardcore Championship is me, that’s not going to change after this week. I will walk into Pain For Pride as the champion, and I will walk out of Pain For Pride as the champion. Whatever story you want to create for it, whether it be the favorite and the expected outcome or even if you wanna paint me as the underdog… feel free to do it. The story doesn’t matter because it won’t change the result.
Cody Marshall: Marshall defeates Ventura.
(Cody Marshall tosses the microphone down and exits the ring with a smug expression on his face, again holding up the Hardcore Championship to show it off as the camera fades out)
(The camera fades backstage to the office of General Manager StarrStan. He sits solemnly in his office chair with his hands folded across the desk. He acknowledges the camera and clears his throat as he begins to speak.)
StarrStan: Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
(StarrStan adjusts himself in his chair)
StarrStan: Last week I put my hands on a member of the Dynasty roster, Answers World Champion Scott Diamond. This was completely inappropriate, unbecoming of my duties as General Manager and there is absolutely no excuse for that. I want to take the time now to apologize to Scott Diamond, I’m ashamed of myself.
StarrStan: But beyond that, a bigger apology… and this one isn’t going out to any one particular individual, it’s an apology to everyone.
(StarrStan clears his throat again, clearly struggling with this)
StarrStan: It’s been about nine months since I became the sole General Manager of Dynasty and those nine months have been filled with ups… but also a lot of downs, personal downs, professional downs and downs that have affected both my roster and the fans of EAW. You deserve better. And I know… I’ve said that before, I’ve made apologies that haven’t been kept, I spoke about changes and I’ve promised to be better… none of that has come to fruition.
StarrStan: So I’m making a decision.
StarrStan: I’m not stepping down, I personally do feel that I have more to accomplish as the General Manager of Dynasty, but I’m also keenly aware of the fact that there are some who don’t see things the same way.
StarrStan: In two weeks at the EAW Draft I’m going to be given a performance evaluation. I’ve invited EAW Vice President HRDO to handle the evaluation and whether I keep my job as General Manager or not will be made by him.
(Even from the office a rumbling from the crowd can be heard, mostly cheers which visibly upsets Starr)
StarrStan: Thank you for your time. Enjoy the rest of the show, enjoy Pain For Pride and I’ll see you all at the Draft.
(The camera fades out)
(‘MAYHEM’ – HALESTORM begins to play as Carpenter Munrowe walks out onto the stage. He quickly goes to the ring as he stands and waits for his opponent.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing 200 pounds…. THE DISGRACE… CARRRPPENTTERRR MUNNROOWWEEEE!
( ‘Bullet With a Name’ – Nonpoint begins to play as Van Banks makes his way down the ramp while eyeing his opponent. He then slides into the ring.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California, weighing 282 pounds… THE FINALLL BOSSSS… VANNNNN BANKKSSSS!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew: This match features two men who will be in the 24/7 battle royal match at Pain for Pride. I’m excited to see what they can do here tonight. Both men charge at each other. Van Banks utilizes his weight advantage and over powers Carpenter Munrowe into the ropes! Van Banks steps back and tries to clothesline Banks over the ropes, but he ducks! RUNNING SINGLE LEG FRONT DROP KICK! IT STUNS BANKS AND FORCES HIM INTO THE CORNER! What a move by Munrowe! Carpenter now goes to the corner and fires with a vicious knife edge chop!
Bari: He isn’t done! He delivers several more for good measure! Carpenter looks like he’s readying for another series of those chops but Banks catches his hand! He headbutts Van Banks! Now he uppercuts him and Banks is knocked back back! HE PULLS IN BANKS AND EXECUTES A CAPTURE SUPLEX! VAN BANKS NOW MAKES THE COVER!
Bari: A kick out by Carpenter Munrowe! Van Banks pulls Munrowe up to his feet and locks his arms around his waist. Van Banks is trying to hit a German Suplex but Munrowe fight back with a stiff elbow to the side of Banks’ head! Banks is stunned and releases the old! Carpenter Munrowe now goes to the corner and gets on the top rope! DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! IT CONNECTS AND VAN BANKS GOES DOWN!
Stew: Carpenter now steps back as Van Banks is recovering and begins to get back up. Munrowe now runs off the ropes to gain momentum as he charges towards Banks… AND BANKS JUMPS UP…. SPINE BUSTER! HE EXPLODED TO HIS FEET AND CAUGHT MUNROWE WENT DOWN HARD WITH THE SPINE BUSTER! MUNROWE WENT DOWN HARD! Banks now picks up Carpenter has he tries to establish control of this match. He pulls him in and lifts him up for a powerbomb…. MUNROWE UNLOADS WITH A FLURRY OF RIGHT AND LEFT PUNCHES ON VAN BANKS! Munrowe now gets down off of Banks… THE FIRST STONE! MUNROWE HITS THE ANGLE SLAM!
Bari: Van Banks felt that one! He stumbles up as Carpenter is awaiting his opportunity to bring this match to a close! Van Banks pulls himself up… CARPENTER KICKS HIM IN THE MIDSECTION! BANKS DOUBLES OVER….HE GOES FOR THE FITH! HE JUMPS AND TRIES TO KNEE BANKS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD BUT BANKS STRAIGHTENS BACK UP TO AVOID IT! MUNROWE IS OFF GUARD AND BANKS DELIVERS A RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD! Both men go down temporarily!
Stew: Wait look at that! It’s Garrison Cooper! But he’s not alone! SEVERAL OTHER MEN COME OUT! I SEE THE LIKES OF RYAN WILSON AND LIAM ARCHER! ALL THREE MEN ENTER THE RING AND BEGIN STOMPING ON BANKS AND MUNROWE! NOW THEY GO AFTER EACH OTHER! THIS MATCH HAS BEEN THROWN OUT AND ENDS IN A NO CONTEST!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bari: AND HERE COME MORE! THERE’S THE CORE BROTHERS, CONSPIRACY SWITCH BLADE, JACK RIPLEY AND A NUMBER OF OTHERS! THESE ARE ALL PEOPLE FROM THE 24/7 BATTLE ROYAL! THEY ALL FLOOD INTO THE RING! THE CORE BROTHERS WORK TOGETHER AND THROW RYAN WILSON AND LIAM ARCHER OUT OF THE RING! MAXIMUS GRIER IS THERE AND HE CLOTHESLINES THE CORE BROTHERS FROM BEHIND AND KNOCKS THEM DOWN! HE NOW GOES ELSEWHERE TO ENTER THE FRAY!
Stew: HUNTER BROYLES, REBEL SAINE, AND MOX WALKER NOW ALL JUMP ON THE CORE BROTHERS WHO HAVE GOTTEN BACK UP! RICO AND MARCO CORE TOSS REBEL SAINE OVER BUT HUNTER BROYLES AND MOX WALKER TAKE THEM DOWN AND KNOCK THEM OUT OF THE RING! GARRISON COOPER NOW SENDS BOTH BROYLES AND WALKER OUT!
Bari: I SEE JACK RIPLEY, TYLER WOLFE, LAYLA LOCKHART ALL EXCHANGING BLOWS WITH EACH OTHER! NOW VAN BANKS AND CARPENTER MUNROWE GRAB LAYLA AND JACK AND THROW THEM OUT OF THE RING! THEY’RE BACK IN THE FRAY! I SEE A NUMBER OF OTHER PARTICIPANTS IN THE MATCH BEING THROWN OUT BY ONE ANOTHER! IT’S ALMOST TOO MUCH TO KEEP UP WITH! TYLER WOLFE IS NOW THROWN OUT BY VAN BANKS! I SEE MAXIMUS GRIER AND GARRISON COOPER EXCHANGING BLOWS! CARPENTER MUNROWE NOW CATCHES THEM OFF GUARD! HE DROP KICKS GARRISON COOPER WHO GOES OVER THE ROPES!
Stew: MAXIMUS NOW GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE BUT MUNROWE DUCKS! MAXIMUS TURNS AROUND AND CHARGES AT MUNROWE WHO COUNTERS BY LIFTING HIM UP AND TOSSING HIM OUT OF THE RING! ONLY CARPENTER MUNROWE AND VAN BANKS REMAIN IN THE RING! BOTH MEN LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AS THEY NOW VIEW ALL OTHERS LAID OUT AT RINGSIDE!
Bari: What absolute chaos that was! Banks and Munrowe started this as a singles match but all the 24/7 battle royal participants interfered and they still remain the only two in the ring! What performances by them tonight!
Stew: That was but a small preview for what’s to come at Pain for Pride.
(The camera pans back towards the ringside, with a golden-embezzled chair being place right in the middle of the ring. Seconds passes by as the crowd is confused as to what is taking place.)
Stew: Someone take that chair and sell it at a pawn shop, look at that beauty!
Talib: I don’t know about you, Stew, but we’ve been just staring at that thing for almost a minute, and nothing is going on.
Stew: Listen, sometimes in life, peace has to em—
(The entire arena is drenched in darkness, as the lights fade out)
(A sound of a ticking clock can be heard residing throughout the arena, with the quiet tick taking place each and every second. It goes on for a few more moments before the ticking begins to crescendo, picking up with dramatic pace and loudness.)
Talib: This arena is just turning into a ticking timebomb…
(The ticking comes to an abrupt stop, and the lights reappear on as Johnny Ventura is shown sitting down on the golden chair with a bright and vivid smile on his face, staring deeply into the camera in front of him as he crosses his right leg over his other.)
Stew: Well, look at the man of the moment here in EAW… Johnny Ventura, last week just booked himself a ticket by beating Maximus Grier to claim the right to face Cody Marshall for the EAW Hardcore Championship at Pain For Pride XI. After all my year seeing Ventura struggle, this is the first time in a long time we have seen something quite odd from him… smiling.
(Ventura continues to blankly stare into the camera while carrying a slight smile on his face, as ironic cheers starts to erupt for the EAW veteran as he turns around to look at the crowd.)
Ventura: ….. JUST…………..
(The echo of Ventura’s voice and the crowd can be heard all over the arena, as he is embraced with applause and support from the EAW crowd. Ventura simply looks to be in a relaxed state of mind as he continues to show forth his bright smile. He raises the microphone near his lips, as he menacingly stares at the camera with stern)
Ventura: First Garrison Cooper.. then Maximus Grier…
(Ironic applause takes over, as faint “YOU DESERVE IT” chants can be heard from all over the arena.)
Ventura: Cody Marshall… is now being casted into dreams.
(Ventura lifts up a golden hourglass that was placed on the side of his golden chair, and gently places it on his lap. He gazes at it with a dreamy look on his face, as he slowly tilts the hourglass upside down, with the crowd cheering him on as specks of sand have started to emerge its way down to the bottom of the glass.)
Talib: I am spooked, Stew… spooked. We all know Ventura has done some out-of-this-world antics throughout his time here, but this one… this one seems to be compelling and intriguing out of his many tricks.
(“California Love” by 2pac blasts through the speakers, as the crowd instantly reacts with thunderous cheers. The EAW Hardcore Champion of the World, Cody “A-List” Marshall, makes his presence known as he slowly walks towards the middle of the stage, with the title draped around his shoulder. He looks on to the ring at Ventura with a confused look on his face, as he scratches his head and raises the microphone up to his mouth)
Stew: Oh, this is going to be good…
Marshall: Just… what the fuck do you think you are doing out there, John-boy? Huh?
(Ventura blankly turns his head towards the direction of Marshall, who continues to have an ecstatic expression across his face.)
Marshall: Let me put on my humble face… uh hmm…. Ventura… we all know that you have served as a tremendous veteran in EAW throughout your many years here, and some of us out here appreciate you for managing to put your boots back on and continue coming to this company after most of us… including myself… signalled you to get the hell out of here…
(Abruptive boos can be heard from several sectors of the arena, as the look on Ventura’s face ceases to change.)
Marshall: You have dried up all the living and bountiful opportunities that have come your way in the past. You could have been a triple-time Triple Crown winner with all the damn chances that you have received on an empty platter. I, however… I had to have my fingers be drained with people’s blood, bones be cracked almost every night, having multiple spasms as I try to have a decent sleep… all because of this….
(Cody picks up the title from off his shoulder, and raises it high up into the air as he looks right above it.)
Marshall: …to be the EAW Hardcore Champion.
(The crowd emphatically cheers Cody on, with Ventura, concerningly not showing any emotion at all.)
Marshall: Nothing about your career can ever be close to reaching the parameters of “hardcore”. You have always been a soft child, whining your ass back to your cave and coming back to this company under a different entity other than your own self. Is this like a seasonal routine that you just love doing? Because if I can give a fair assessment… it seems the only thing you seem to be victorious at is recycling yourself into nothing more but petty garbage.
(The crowd reacts heavily, as the surprised echos from the crowd still does not seem to be disturbing Ventura at all.)
Marshall: I fought relentlessly during the early stages of my career, and that was how I managed to become, quite possibly, the greatest EAW New Breed Champion in the history of this company. Now, I stand here today, successfully managing to crack skulls and injure body parts in order to hold on to this Hardcore Championship. All my life, I have been trained to be this perfect–to show the world that being an “A-List” is only reserved for the one-percent of the world. I didn’t have to go–
(The camera pans back to the ring, as Ventura finally seems to be responding to Cody’s war of words as he rises up from his seat.)
Marshall -laughing-: Look who decided to pick up his old balls for once. You think you are the Chosen One of this company, after ALL your failures in your career? You want to show everyone that the “CaStEr oF DrEaMs”… isn’t just a superhero nickname that you have given yourself…
(Marshall gently places the Hardcore Championship down onto the floor.)
Marshall: Come and get it, bitch.
(The crowd cheers Cody Marshall on thunderously as he crosses his arms together, waiting for Ventura to finally make his big impact.)
(The arena is once again… drenched in darkness.)
Talib: AGAIN? WHAT THE HELL?
(A few seconds later, the camera pans back over to Cody Marshall, who looks down onto the ground with total shock and confusion.)
Stew: Wh—Where the hell is the title?
(The camera slowly transitions over to Ventura, with the ironic applause taking over as Ventura is shown with the EAW Hardcore Championship over his shoulder. Cody is shell-shocked as his confused state instantly transforms into absolute anger. Ventura reacts back with a passionate smile, as he raises the microphone back towards his lips.)
Ventura: Take a close look at your dying reality for your final time… Cody. Treasure this moment forever…
(The arena darkens once more, and a few seconds later, Ventura is not seen standing in the ring with the Hardcore Championship.)
Ventura: Just know that unfortunately… you had to be next…
(“Clocks” by Phillip Klein dawns over the arena, as the camera transitions back to Cody Marshall on stage, looking down upon the EAW Hardcore Championship that mysteriously got returned back. He trembles a little with fear as he scans the arena for any trace of Johnny Ventura.)
Stew: My lord… just how is that humanly possible?
Talib: Did Ventura really cast Cody’s reality into dreams just now? Was he really having the Hardcore Championship on him? How did he disappear? How was he talking…. I need to see my doctor at once…
(Cody Marshall gingerly picks up the Hardcore Championship from off the ground, securing it right across his waist, as he slowly walks backwards back towards the backstage area, trying to come into sense with what just took place in front of his eyes.)
(The camera fades up to the titantron as Lucas Johnson appears on the screen)
Lucas Johnson: Misconceptions. Yeah, misconceptions… that’s a good theme for what’s been going on lately, right? Somehow people have this idea that this Cash in the Vault ladder match is do or die for me… that if I don’t come down with that briefcase, my career is over. It was started by Noah Reigner, people for some reason ran with it AND EVEN I… for a brief, fleeting moment believed it myself, but there’s no truth to any of that. A loss is a loss, I’ll take it as a lesson and move on with my life and career…
BUT THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!
Lucas Johnson: I don’t care what the predictors say, I don’t care what the statistics say, who the favorites are, I don’t care about the hype… you will not find a competitor in this match more game and focused than me. Those aren’t empty words HEAR IT IN MY VOICE! You know… maybe it is do or die. But not in THAT sense, more in the sense that I’m gonna win that match, or I’m gonna die trying!
(Lucas Johnson fades out and Noah Reigner pops onto the screen)
Noah Reigner: Tell yourself whatever you have to tell yourself Lucas… optimism is good. But… really, who are you trying to kid? This match IS YOUR CAREER, no matter how much you try to gloss over that fact. You’ve been here for what… four years? Three at least, I’ve been here for two months and I’ve already matched you, we find ourselves with an opportunity to almost certainly be World Champion one day… and it took me a fraction of the time. I’m the one who can afford the loss, I’m the one who can take it as a lesson and move on… but you? Nah… this is it, bud.
Noah Reigner: I couldn’t imagine the pressure you’re facing… giving credit where it’s due you’re certainly holding up better than many would.
Noah Reigner: It feels good having no pressure, it feels especially good being probably the only competitor in this match without any pressure. It allows me to go in with a clear head, there’s nothing to worry about. One goal, one mindset… that sounds like a perfect formula for victory to me…
(The camera cuts out and fades into an EAW Draft commercial)
(The camera returns and we see EAW Vice President HRDO standing in the ring off to the side. He has no microphone in his hand but seems to be communicating with a few EAW officials at ringside… after a few moments “Shook Ones” by Mobb Deep hits and Scott Diamond bursts out from behind the curtain with the Answers World Championship strapped around his waist)
Stew: AND HERE WE GO!! JUST A FEW DAYS OUT FROM THEIR MAIN EVENT CLASH AT PAIN FOR PRIDE, SCOTT DIAMOND AND DARKANE WILL MEET IN THE RING FACE TO FACE… AND TO MAKE SURE NOTHING IMPLODES LIKE LAST WEEK… THE VICE PRESIDENT OF EAW, HRDO IS OUT HERE!!
(Scott grabs a microphone from ringside and enters the ring with it, acknowledging HRDO with a nod)
(There’s a long pause, Scott Diamond begins pacing around the ring getting antsy. HRDO meets his eyes and without words gestures for him to calm down. Scott exhales and begins leaning up against the ropes)
(“Born Too Late” by Saint Vitus hits as Darkane approaches the stage. He saunters down to the ring, grabbing a microphone from the ring steps and bringing it into the ring with him)
Bari: And for two men who are known much more for their walk than their talk, both of them seem to have something to say!
(The music dies down and Scott Diamond immediately goes to the microphone)
Diamond: You know… I think this–
Darkane*cutting him off*: Why are we doing this? Who thought this was a good idea? Was it you?
(Darkane slowly raises his finger and points it at the direction of HRDO who simply shrugs)
Darkane: What more do we have to say to each other, huh? I have nothing to say to you, my intentions are clear. You know who I am and you know what I want. I know who you are and I know what you want. What’s left?
Darkane: The Answers World Championship.
Diamond: Yes and–
Darkane: That’s what you have, and what you want to keep.
Darkane: And that’s what I want.
(Scott Diamond, becoming increasingly annoyed that Darkane keeps cutting him off begins to pace around the ring)
Diamond: I JUST–
Darkane: You just what?!
(There’s a moment of silence)
Darkane: Ah, this is almost too easy. Okay fine, go ahead, say what you have to say.
Diamond: The thing that–
Darkane: But make it quick.
(Scott Diamond throws his championship down and gets in the face of Darkane. The two men butt heads, nose to nose, ready to come to blows but HRDO’s presence comes between the two of them and separates them. Scott Diamond brings the microphone up to his mouth)
Scott Diamond: I hate you. Everything I’ve ever hated about this company, everything I’ve ever hated about this industry, it’s all manifested right inside you. You think you’re untouchable. You think you’re unbeatable. You have an arrogance that maybe in the past I would’ve admired but today I loathe. I don’t blame StarrStan for the mess that this brand is in, I blame you… because all hell broke loose the second you decided to lay Carlos Rosso out and steal this championship.
(Darkane begins to leave the ring but Scott Diamond isn’t finished.)
Scott Diamond: BUT I’M NOT CARLOS ROSSO! I’M NOT NASIR MOORE OR ANY OF THE OTHER CHAMPIONS YOU COULD PUSH AROUND… I, UNLIKE THEM… WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO RUN MY BRAND THE WAY YOU SEE FIT! I’M THE CHAMPION, KNOW YOUR ROLE AS THE CHALLENGER! ONLY IF YOU CAN BEAT ME CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF WHAT I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT UNTIL THEN DARKANE… LEARN HUMILITY!
(Darkane continues to walk up the ramp, seemingly paying no attention to Scott Diamond’s mad rant inside the ring)
Scott Diamond: I’M THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION, NOT YOU! I CALL THE SHOTS, I AM…
(The rant continues to go on but is drowned out as a camera meets Darkane at the top of the stage. He lowers his head and grins, the shouts, now turning into screams from Scott Diamond are becoming more and more maddening… “Mission accomplished” Darkane words to himself, barely audible through the camera microphone as he flips his hair back and walks to the back. The camera fades to black with Scott Diamond still going on)
(EAW Logo Buzzes)