dynasty pilot

THURSDAY NIGHT DYNASTY Broadcasting live on Triller and ESPN  

Date : September 29, 2025 Location: Mandalay Bay Event Center. Las Vegas, Nevada

Attendance: 10,456

Stage Design: A massive digital titantron shaped like a crown, flanked by steel girders and smoke jets. (Filmed on Monday September 29th)

Lisa Saints

Kayden James

John Michaels

Cue opening theme: Dreamin by the Score Hits on the pa System]   Camera pans across the packed Mandalay Bay Event Center—fans waving signs, chanting names, and holding up replica belts. Pyros goes off from the stage to the rhythm of the song. The ring glows under a spotlight as the camera zooms in on the commentary desk.

John Michaels:   “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Thursday Night Dynasty! We are live from the sold-out Mandalay Bay event center in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada, and tonight—history is waiting to be written! As Tonight we deliver the pilot episode for Dynasty”

Kayden James:   “That’s right, John! Triller and ESPN are bringing you the most electrifying hour in combat sports!”

John Michaels:   “Emy Lyons vs. Misty Reeves—two warriors, two styles, one ring. Submission vs. chaos. Precision vs. power. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg!”

Kayden James:   “Plus, we’ve got Lucas Bishop vs Krystal Henry”

Camera cuts to the ramp, where the golden crown titantron pulses with anticipation.

John Michaels:   “Strap in, Dynasty fans. The throne is up for grabs—and the war begins now!” Kayden James:   “Ladies and gentlemen, history is being made right now! The first bell of Thursday Night Dynasty is about to ring—and two trailblazers are stepping into the spotlight!”

Lucas Bishop vs. Krystal Henry 

Stipulation: Standard Singles Match, 1 Fall to a Finish Time Limit : 20 Minutes Referee: Tasha Cortez

John Michaels:   “Here we go, folks—technical precision meets brute force. Lucas Bishop versus Krystal Henry. This is going to be a war of attrition.”

The arena dims to a deep steel gray. Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar hits. On the titantron, slow-motion clips show Bishop dismantling opponents with surgical strikes and flawless counters.

John Michaels:   “Here comes Lucas Bishop—the man who makes pain look like poetry.”

Kayden James:   “Every move calculated, every strike deliberate. He’s not just a wrestler—he’s a tactician.”

Lucas steps onto the stage in a sleek, dark-blue jacket with silver trim, his eyes locked forward. No theatrics. No wasted motion. He walks with quiet intensity, cracking his knuckles as he approaches the ring.

At ringside, he pauses, looks up at the ropes, then vaults over the top with a smooth leap. He kneels in the center of the ring, closes his eyes, and taps his wrist—like he’s syncing with the moment. Suddenly, the lights explode into a fiery red and gold. The bass drops hard as Paint the Town Red by Doja Cat blares through the speakers. Flames shoot from the stage as the titantron flashes images of Krystal Henry lifting cars, breaking barriers, and planting opponents with thunderous slams.

Kayden James:   “Brace yourselves. The Juggernaut is rolling in—and she’s not stopping for anyone.”

John Michaels:   “She’s power, she’s presence, and she’s got a finishing move that could crack the ring in half.”

Krystal storms onto the stage in a crimson leather vest, her arms glistening under the pyro. She raises her fists, then slams them together—triggering a burst of sparks behind her. The crowd roars.

She marches to the ring, climbs the steel steps, and enters with a stomp that echoes through the arena. She points at Lucas, then at the crowd, mouthing: “Watch this.”

Kayden James:   “Lucas is a tactician with a striker’s soul. Krystal? She’s a wrecking ball in boots. This ring might not survive.” Lisa Saints: “Introducing first, From Los Angeles California, weighting tonight at 194 lbs : Lucas Bishop. Crowd Cheers. And now, from Austin, Texas weighting at 156 lbs. The Juggernaut Krystal Henry! Crowd Cheers .”

Lucas Bishop starts with a flurry of low kicks, targeting Krystal’s legs to slow her down. Krystal absorbs the strikes and lunges forward, grabbing Lucas in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and tossing him across the ring like a rag doll.

John Michaels:   “That’s the power of Krystal Henry! Bishop’s game plan just got flipped upside down.”

Lucas rolls to his feet and counters with a snapmare into a basement dropkick, stunning Krystal briefly. Krystal slowly gets up, but he follows up with a dragon screw leg whip, trying to chop the tree down.

Krystal catches Lucas mid-kick and hoists him up for a delayed vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a full five seconds before slamming him down with authority.

Kayden James:   “She’s showing off—and she’s earned it. That’s raw dominance.”

Lucas crawls to the corner, gasping, but as Krystal charges, he dodges and lands a springboard enzuigiri, rocking her. He climbs the ropes and hits a missile dropkick, finally bringing the powerhouse to one knee.

Lucas signals for the end, ascending the top turnbuckle. The crowd rises as he launches into his Spiral Tap—a breathtaking corkscrew senton!

John Michaels:   “Spiral Tap! That’s it! That’s it!”

1… 2… NO!   Krystal kicks out with authority, sending Lucas flying off her chest.

Kayden James:   “She’s not done! Bishop’s jaw just hit the moon!”

Krystal roars, grabs Lucas mid-run, and spins him into the air—F-5! The ring shakes as Lucas crashes to the mat.

1… 2… 3!

Winner: Krystal Henry via Pinfall (F-5)  

John Michaels:   “Krystal Henry just planted her flag in Dynasty’s soil. That’s how you make a statement.”

Kayden James:   “Lucas Bishop gave her everything—but tonight, power conquered precision.”

MISTY EVANS VS EMY LYONS

Stipulation : Standard Singles Match, 1 Fall to a finish. Time Limit : 20 Minutes. Referee : Charles Monroe

The arena lights dim to a cold blue hue. A low, pulsing heartbeat echoes through the speakers. Out of my way by Seether hits. On the titantron, a slow-motion montage plays: Emy choking out opponents, her eyes locked in icy focus. The crowd murmurs in anticipation.

John Michaels: “Here comes the predator. No frills, no flash—just pure danger.” Kayden James: “She’s not here to entertain. She’s here to dominate.”

A single spotlight hits the ramp as Emy Lyons steps out, clad in a sleek black hoodie with “LYONS DEN” stitched across the back. Her hair is braided tight, her expression unreadable. She walks with deliberate calm, eyes scanning the crowd like prey.

She stops at the base of the ramp, pulls down her hood, and cracks her neck. Then she slides into the ring, kneels in her corner, and closes her eyes—visualizing the choke, the tap, the win.

John Michaels: “That’s the look of someone who’s already seen the end of this match.” Kayden James: “If Misty’s not careful, she’ll be dreaming in rear naked chokes by midnight.”

Suddenly, the lights explode into a kaleidoscope of neon pink and electric gold. Pyro blasts from the stage as Twister Transistor by Korn kicks in. The crowd leaps to their feet.

Kayden James: “And here comes the chaos! Misty Reeves is about to turn this place upside down!” John Michaels: “She’s unpredictable, she’s explosive—and she’s got knockout power in that knee.”

Misty Reeves bursts onto the stage, arms raised, spinning like a whirlwind. She slaps hands with fans, climbs the barricade, and flips off it with a corkscrew landing.

She sprints to the ring, slides under the ropes, and climbs the turnbuckle—posing with arms wide, soaking in the roar of the crowd.

Kayden James: “She’s a storm in human form. If Emy’s the scalpel, Misty’s the sledgehammer.”

John Michaels: “And tonight, we find out which one cuts deeper.”

Lisa Saints: “Introducing first, From San Antonio, Texas, weighting tonight at 137 lbs : Misty Reeves. Crowd Cheers. And now, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighting at 132 lbs. The Lioness Emy Lyons! Crowd Cheers  .”

The bell rings, and the crowd roars as two contrasting warriors face off in the center of the ring.

Emy Lyons circles with calculated precision, her stance low and tight, eyes locked on Misty Reeves. Misty, ever the showwoman, bounces on her heels, throwing feints and taunts, daring Emy to engage.

John Michaels: “You can feel the tension already, Kayden. Emy’s got that cold, surgical look in her eyes.” Kayden James: “And Misty’s playing mind games early. She’s got the crowd eating out of her hand!”

Misty launches first—a spinning heel kick that grazes Emy’s shoulder. Emy responds with a lightning-fast single-leg takedown, grounding Misty and immediately hunting for wrist control.

Kayden James: “That’s the MMA instinct! Emy’s not here to entertain—she’s here to dismantle.” John Michaels: “But Misty’s no slouch on the mat. Look at that escape!”

Misty scrambles, flipping backward and landing on her feet—catlike reflexes! She charges with a flying forearm smash, sending Emy into the corner. The crowd pops as Misty ascends the ropes and hits a springboard dropkick, knocking Emy flat! Emy recovers and slows the pace, dragging Misty into a clinch. She lands sharp knees to the ribs and transitions into a standing guillotine choke.

John Michaels: “That’s deep! Misty’s feet are off the ground!” Kayden James: “She’s fading fast—wait, no! Look at that counter!”

With a burst of adrenaline, Misty lifts Emy and slams her down with a modified spinebuster, breaking the hold.

Kayden James: “That’s raw power right there! Misty Reeves just turned the tide!”

John Michaels: “And she’s going airborne—this could be it!”

Misty climbs the top rope—moonsault incoming! But Emy rolls away just in time, and Misty crashes hard. Emy pounces, locking in a body triangle and begins working toward her finisher. Misty fights the choke, elbowing Emy’s thigh and twisting her hips. She escapes and she nails Emy with a brutal Kamigoye Knee to the jaw! Emy collapses like a sack of bricks.

John Michaels: “Kamigoye! That’s lights out!”

Kayden James: “Cover her! Cover her!”

1… 2… NO!  

Emy kicks out at the last millisecond, blood trickling from her lip. Misty can’t believe it.

Kayden James: “How did she survive that? That knee could’ve shattered a cinder block!”

John Michaels: “Emy Lyons is made of steel and spite!”

Emy, dazed but defiant, traps Misty’s arm during a punch attempt and pulls her down into a Rear Naked Choke—locked in deep! Misty thrashes, claws, kicks—but Emy’s grip is iron.

John Michaels: “She’s got it! Rear Naked Choke! That’s the end!”

Kayden James: “Misty’s fading—she’s tapping! It’s over!”

Tap! Tap! Tap! The bell Rings.

Winner: Emy Lyons via Submission (Rear Naked Choke) 

John Michaels: “What a war! Two styles, two warriors, but only one could survive.”

Kayden James: “And Emy Lyons just proved that precision beats chaos. What a match!” The match is over. Emy Lyons has exited the ring, victorious. Misty Reeves remains behind, microphone in hand, standing center ring under the spotlight. The crowd buzzes with anticipation.

Misty Reeves:   “Dynasty… I gave it everything tonight. I flew, I fought, I bled—and Emy Lyons still found a way to make me tap. That Rear Naked Choke? It’s no joke.”

The crowd cheers in respect. Misty paces slowly, catching her breath.

Misty Reeves:   “Emy, wherever you are—I respect you. You earned that win. But don’t think for a second that I’m done. Next time, I’m bringing the Kamigoye with a little extra venom.”

She smirks, raising her arms to a pop from the crowd. But then—

BOOM!  

Krystal Henry slides into the ring from the crowd, steel-eyed and furious. Before Misty can react—BAM!—Krystal levels her with a brutal chair shot, sending Misty crashing to the mat.

John Michaels:   “Wait a minute! That’s Krystal Henry! What the hell is she doing?!”

Kayden James:   “She just blindsided Misty Reeves! This is chaos!”

Krystal doesn’t stop. She grabs Misty by the hair, lifts her high, and spins her into a devastating F-5—right on the steel chair. Misty lies motionless as Krystal stands over her, breathing heavily, fists clenched.

Krystal Henry (shouting into the mic):   “You want storms? I AM the storm! And this ring? It belongs to me now!”

She throws the mic down with a thud and exits the ring as officials rush in to check on Misty. The crowd is stunned—half in shock, half in awe.

John Michaels:   “Krystal Henry just hijacked the show—and sent a message to every single competitor in Dynasty.”

Kayden James:   “Misty Reeves was trying to show respect—and Krystal turned it into a declaration of war.”

John Michaels:   “Ladies and gentlemen… what a night it’s been. We witnessed technical masterpieces, brutal brawls, and the birth of a new era in professional wrestling. But what just happened—Krystal Henry attacking Misty Reeves after a show of respect—that’s the kind of chaos that changes everything.”

Kayden James:   “Misty came out here to honor her opponent. She showed heart, humility, and class—and Krystal Henry turned it into a statement of violence. That F-5 wasn’t just a move—it was a message.”

John Michaels:   “If tonight proved anything, it’s that Thursday Night Dynasty isn’t just a show—it’s a battlefield. And if Krystal Henry’s actions are any indication, the war has only just begun.”

Kayden James:   “Emy Lyons, Misty Reeves, Lucas Bishop, Krystal Henry—these aren’t just names. They’re the pillars of a new legacy. And next week? You better believe the fallout is coming.”

John Michaels:   “From the Mandalay bay event center in Las Vegas, Nevada, we say goodnight—but the Dynasty has only just begun. Tune in next Thursday. Same time. Same fire. Only on Triller and ESPN.”

The camera pans over the stunned crowd, EMTs tending to Misty Reeves, and Krystal Henry disappearing up the ramp, unapologetic. The Dynasty logo flashes across the screen as the theme music hits.