[4CW] Adrenaline #38 – 2/10/16

 

4CW ADRENALINE E38 FEBRUARY 10TH, 2016
COX CONVENTION CENTER OKLAHOMA CITY, OK

 

 

 

The cameras open to an overhead shot from inside the Cox Convention Center. The building is packed with a few empty seats scattered throughout. In the center of it all, the 4CW ring sits on display. The view then quickly transitions to a shot from inside of the ring. Looking over the crowd, the camera begins slowly moving along the ropes before coming to a stop, looking straight up the ramp and at the entrance stage where the 4CW logo hangs above the entrance curtain, along with the four piece big screen.

The camera then turns to the left and begins moving along the ropes once more, looking out over the crowd. In the mixture of fans, a few signs catch the cameras attention as it zooms in to each one.

THE BUTCHER
HAS RETURNED

I HAVE MORE $
THAN DREW

JETT WILDER
WAS ROBBED

Turning to the left once more, the camera then fixes itself on the announcers booth where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit, waiting to kick things off. Zooming into the booth, Johnson adjusts his tie as Vassa takes a drink from his glass filled with brown liquid. The two then look to one another as Johnson nods at Vinny before turning back to the camera.

JOHNSON: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another action packed night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson!”

VASSA: “And I’m the man you all really view in to listen to, Vinny Vassa.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know about that but here we are at Adrenaline only two short weeks following Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: “I can’t believe it’s been two weeks already. It feels as if Wasteland was only yesterday. But here we are, in the fine state of Oklahoma!”

JOHNSON: “That’s right! We’re at the Cox Convention Center in Oklahoma City. We haven’t been to our home territory in quite a while and boy does it feel good to be back!”

VASSA: “It is good to be back, Steve. I just don’t know if it’s good to be here in Oklahoma City but we can have that discussion after the show.”

JOHNSON: “That would be best! Moving along. Winter Wasteland was full of surprises but the one that stands out above them all is the return on our 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith.”

VASSA: “The Butcher is back and if I were Unstable, I would be looking over my shoulder at every turn. He’s going to catch up with you sooner or later.”

JOHNSON: “That’s right folks, if you didn’t know, Dakota has returned to 4CW and it is now a known fact that Unstable were the ones behind his disappearance. A couple of months back, Dakota was kidnapped shortly following his match on Adrenaline. After weeks and weeks of no word from him, Perry Wallace was forced into a position to vacate the 4CW Championship at Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: “So you would think. Forced? Please! He knew Dakota was going to be back at Wasteland. He even signed a new talent to the roster to find The Butcher and bring him back to us.”

JOHNSON: “That new talent would be the one and only, Erron Wilder, who will be making his 4CW in-ring debut later tonight. So what does all of this mean? Mr. Wallace was laid out by Dakota and then pinned to secure the championship since by regulations, was due for a defense.”

VASSA: “Laid out? More like laid down. We all saw what happened. Wallace got up afterwards laughing. He was in on it the whole time. If you don’t know, now you know. Perry Wallace has aligned himself with Dakota Smith and Erron Wilder. He has aligned himself with Omerta in this war against Unstable.”

JOHNSON: “I guess you could say that, Vinny. Maybe he was just overwhelmed with joy that his 4CW Champion had been returned and in one piece.”

VASSA: “Call it what you want but I’m telling you, it was an inside job just like nine eleven.”

JOHNSON: “I’m not even going to get into that discussion with you, we have a show on our hands.”

VASSA: “I’m just calling it as I see it. In other news, we have a new Pride Champion. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, Chris Madison defeated Jett Wilder in a two out of three falls match that came down to the wire.”

JOHNSON: “Unstable now has another exclusive Adrenaline championship as Jason Cashe was also able to retain against Bronx Valescence.”

VASSA: “Two out of three singles championships on Adrenaline isn’t bad at all. Things could have been even better if The Distinguished Archetypes walked out of their tag match with the Tag Team Championships, but Art of War retained in a successful defense.”

JOHNSON: “Things are really starting to heat up around here. I thought they would have cooled down a bit after Winter Wasteland but that doesn’t seem to be the case. There is literally going to be a war taking place at any moment. It could be tonight. It could be two weeks from now. It could even be a month from now. But one thing is certain, we have a lot of bad blood in 4CW and sooner or later it’s going to spill out into the ring… or backstage.”

VASSA: “Well let’s just hope it goes down in the ring so you and I can see it from the best seats in the house.”

JOHNSON: “That would be ideal.”

VASSA: “So what do we have planned for tonight, Steve?”

JOHNSON: “Well… right before Dakota made his return, Mr. Wallace announced a tournament for what would have been for the vacated 4CW Championship. Now with Dakota back, things have changed slightly. We are still going to have a tournament and it all starts tonight. This tournament will last for several weeks, several Adrenalines, until a winner is declared. As soon as we have a winner, that person will then challenge Dakota at South Beach Brawl for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: “I love tournaments. This thing was announced two weeks ago and now our competitors are jumping on the boat and holding tournaments as well. It’s just unfortunate for them that this is the only tournament taking place right now that matters. Sorry guys.”

JOHNSON: “It is what it is. We set the bar here at 4CW and others follow.”

VASSA: “So who all do we have competing in this tournament?”

JOHNSON: “That’s a good questions. It’s a sixteen team tournament with members from Adrenaline and even Fate competing in. In just a few moments we will show the bracket so the good folks sitting at home can see for themselves.”

VASSA: “Let’s get right to that then because as always, we’re holding up the show and I’m eager to see what’s in store for tonight.”

JOHNSON: “That sounds perfect. We’ll be right back here at ringside in just a few moments folks, sit tight!”

 

 

OPENING MATCH
EXTREME RULES
ERICA UMBRA VS. AIDAN CARLISLE

 

The lights go dark purple as fog comes in from the entrance out to the stage filling the entrance area completely. “Black Heart Malice” starts up and once the intro finishes and the guitars kick in, Erica jumps up out of the fog as flames flare down the entrance ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Death Valley, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty-three pounds… She is the “Gravedigger,” ERICA UUMMBBRRAA!!!”

She makes her way to the ring acknowledging the fans and giving the Sign of the Horns with one hand while sticking her tongue out to the camera when passing by. Once in the ring she holds up the Sign of the Horns again, but with both hands in the air as pyro shoots out from all four ring posts.

Two missile-like pink fireballs launch from above the ring toward the entrance, igniting the stage in a wall of pink flame. Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” fill the arena. She stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights and hot pink strobes. She smirks like a predator from ear to ear as she soaks in the boos from the crowd, holding her arms out to either side, tilting her head back, letting the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.

“This is war time, this is our time
We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime
We will fight ’til their wills are broken

This is game time, and insane time
Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power, to devour
Let the beast inside now be woken”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Hell’s Kitchen, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty-five pounds. She is the Alpha Bitch and one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul
‘Cause it’s time”

As she strides down the aisle, she extends a middle finger in either direction in answer to the on-going boos of the crowd. Her smirk is firmly fixed on her lips as she ascends the stairs and ducks between the ropes.

“Oh, In the calm before the storm
Another legend will be born
Another battle will be won
We will rise
Oh, So heed the call of confrontation
Today we feed on domination
Secure a legacy that will never die
Be immortalized”

Aidan turns in a slow circle, taunting the crowd, gesturing for them to give her more before she pulls off her jacket and tosses it into the timekeeper’s area. She unstraps her half of the Tag Team Championships from her waist and holds it high over her head, slapping the faceplate with determination.

JOHNSON: “Based on the exchange we saw early on, I think we can expect nothing short of a bloodbath from these two ladies for our Opening Match here in Oklahoma City.”

VASSA: “God I hope so! I can’t think of a better way to start off a show than with an Extreme Rules match.”

JOHNSON: “Well, you’re in luck tonight Vinny. Some lofty promises were made after the match was announced, but I think these two are going to deliver.”

The referee makes a quick check with each corner before signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both women stride to the center of the ring, smirks on their faces. For several long moments they just stare one another down. Aidan finally takes a step back, holding her arms out to either side, inviting Erica to take the first shot. Umbra looks skeptical for a moment, but as Aidan continues to stand there, she hits a forearm strike! Carlisle’s head turns from the impact, but she looks back to the slightly shorter woman and gestures for another. Erica wastes no time, launching into a barrage of forearm strikes, one after the next, barely managing to get Aidan to budge. Finally Carlisle makes her move, catching Umbra on the side of the head with a vicious elbow that knocks the other woman to the mat!

Erica doesn’t have the chance to roll out of the way before Aidan gives her two hard stomps to the ribs, followed by one to the face! Umbra manages to get her hands up just in time to avoid the full force of the blow, but her head still bounces off of the canvas. Aidan reaches down and pulls her up by the hair, sending her reeling with a knife-edge chop. Before Erica can recover, she catches a shuffle side kick right on the jaw and stumbles back into the turnbuckles! Carlisle flips forward, rebounding off of her hands, twisting her body as she lands back on her feet and springing the rest of the distance for a hellacious back elbow!

Erica stumbles out of the corner, dazed, but doesn’t quite go down. Aidan bounces off of the ropes and leaps clean over Umbra, hooking her neck as she does for a spinning sit-out sleeper slam! Carlisle leaves Erica on the mat and rolls out of the ring without a moment of hesitation. With Umbra still down Aidan flips up the apron cover and begins dragging out everything she can get her hands on. In addition to a pair of tables, several chairs, a sledge hammer, and a trash can full of various other items she also withdraws a black gym bag, which she opens up with a smirk on her face. Aidan slides back into the ring just as Erica is starting to stir, holding the single item she had taken out of the bag over her head.

JOHNSON: “Oh god…”

VASSA: “Oh YES!”

JOHNSON: “Is that… a crown made of barbed wire?!”

VASSA: “Yes!”

Aidan lowers the heavily barbed crown onto her own head as Erica gets to her feet. Umbra lunges in, looking for a lariat, but Carlisle locks up her arm! Erica goes for a punch with the other hand, but Aidan catches that too! With both of Umbra’s arms trapped, Carlisle delivers a savage headbutt! The barbed wire is driven into both women’s skin with the impact and they both instantly begin bleeding from several cuts on their foreheads. But Aidan isn’t done! She hits a second headbutt! And a third!

As Carlisle lets go of Umbra’s arms, the other woman sags down to her knees. Aidan circles her once before hitting the ropes and coming back for a running knee strike! Erica snaps over backward and crumples to the canvas. Carlisle hits a baseball slide, using the ropes for extra leverage, and shoves Umbra out of the ring onto the floor below. With blood streaming down her face and her “crown” still in place, Aidan sets up the legs of one of the tables, locking them in place, and flips it into position lined up with the corner of the ring.

Carlisle turns and grabs the back of Umbra’s ring gear, hauling her to her feet. Erica breaks the hold with a European uppercut that staggers Aidan for a moment. Umbra presses the advantage, grabbing one of Carlisle’s wrists and whipping her into the closest ring post! Aidan snarls and holds her shoulder as she stumbles back. Erica meets Aidan she turns, driving her back with a series of stiff punches until they bump into the ring stairs.

Umbra grabs a fistful of Aidan’s hair and smashes her face down on the top stair, barbed wire crown and all! Even more blood streams down Carlisle’s face as Umbra hauls back and tries to slam her down again. Aidan catches herself before her face can impact the steps a second time! She yanks the crown off of her head and puts it on Erica before driving her face into the ring post! Umbra reels back, only to have her head pounded down onto the steel stairs as well, right into the bloody mark left behind from Aidan!

JOHNSON: “This is absolute savagery, right from the start!”

VASSA: “It’s wonderful! It’s better than Disneyland! Or Christmas!”

Without letting go of Erica’s hair, Aidan drags her toward the barricade, slamming her face down on top of it once before draping Umbra’s limp body over it. Carlisle backs up all the way to the opposite corner of the ring before charging in, looking as though she’s going for a possible guillotine leg drop. Erica pops up at the last second, planting her hands on Aidan’s stomach and chest, launching her up into the air for a flapjack that lands right on the barricade! Carlisle clutches her ribs with one hand and pounds the other fist into the floor in pain.

Umbra turns her attention to beneath the ring, searching for a few seconds before she comes back with her weapon of choice; a shovel! Erica turns back to Aidan and swings the shovel into the ribs the other woman was just holding! Carlisle screams in fury and pain as Umbra draws back in preparation for another swing. The second shot crashes into the barrier as Aidan rolls away in time. Erica takes a third overhead swing, bringing the back of the shovel head down between Aidan’s shoulders.

Umbra uses her foot to roll Aidan over onto her back, dropping down on top of her and taking one end of the shovel handle in both hands. She presses the wooden handle down across Carlisle’s throat, leaning her weight into the choke. Aidan’s feet kick, but Umbra doesn’t budge. Carlisle grabs the handle herself and tries to push back, but can’t get any leverage with her arms so close to the ground. Changing tactics, Aidan lets go of the handle and instead throws a right hook into Erica’s face! Carlisle follows in rapid succession with her left elbow, a right jab, and finally she grabs the back of Umbra’s head for another headbutt right into that barbed wire crown!

Erica rolls backwards off of Aidan, writhing on the floor until Carlisle grabs her by the back of the shirt and drags her toward where the table is set up. Umbra struggles, trying to break free by throwing her fist into Aidan’s ribs several times before Carlisle is forced to let go, doubled over in pain. Erica uses the barricade to pull herself up. Aidan snatches a chair up off of the floor and swings it into Umbra’s face just as she stands! Erica lists backward and onto the table Carlisle had set up earlier. Aidan grabs Umbra’s legs and lifts them all the way up onto the table, getting her into position.

Still bleeding profusely from the cuts on her forehead, Carlisle reaches under the apron cover again and pulls out a row of light tubes, taped at the ends to keep them all together. Aidan lays the light tubes across Erica before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Carlisle carefully climbs the turnbuckles, pausing at the top for a short breather before turning her back to the outside. She leaps, drops, bounces off of the top rope and flips mid-air, crashing through the light tubes, Erica, and the table with a split-legged moonsault to the outside!!!

VASSA: “Did you see that?!”

JOHNSON: “It’s carnage! Carnage at the corner of the ring! Erica and Aidan are both laying in the rubble of that table and those light tubes! They both have glass stuck in their flesh!”

VASSA: “I think Aidan’s trying for a pin!”

Aidan tries twice before she can get a good enough grip to hook the leg, just laying on top of Erica as the official ducks in carefully to avoid the debris.

ONE
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TWO!
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THR—KICKOUT!!!

Umbra somehow gets the shoulder up before the three! Aidan sits up, pushing bloody strands of her hair back from her face. She looks over her shoulder and down at Erica. Instead of getting frustrated, a slow smile spreads across Carlisle’s face. She gives a patronizing pat to Umbra’s cheek, leaning down and kissing her on the bleeding forehead before pulling herself out of the wreckage of the table.

Leaving her opponent on the ground, Aidan moves to the side of the ring closest to the ramp. She reaches under and pulls out a long, flat looking object that is obviously on wheels and covered with a black cloth. The crowd breaks into deafening cheers as Carlisle rips back the cloth, revealing a three-foot wide by six-foot long bed of nails!

JOHNSON: “Oh no. What can Aidan possibly have in mind for that?!”

VASSA: “Don’t worry, Steve, I think we’re about to find out! Aren’t you excited? Listen to this crowd! They want more!”

Erica has managed to drag herself out of the splintered table and uses the barricade to pull herself up. She spots the bed of nails and quickly finds a second wind as Aidan closes in on her. Umbra catches Carlisle in the face with a forearm strike, sending her backward a few steps. As Aidan rushes in Erica sidesteps and scoops her up for a side slam back into the fragments of the table and light tubes!

As Carlisle gets back to her feet, Umbra is there to meet her with a running dropkick that drives her back into the barricade! Aidan is left holding her ribs again as she recovers, never taking her eyes off of Erica. Umbra grabs Carlisle’s wrist, whipping her toward the bed of nails, but Aidan plants her feet and reverses the whip. Erica does the same! Umbra throws a kick into Carlisle’s midsection, but Aidan catches her leg! Leaning forward, Aidan hooks her up and hits an exploder suplex that drops Erica right onto the bed of nails!

“HO-LY SHIT! … HO-LY SHIT! … HO-LY SHIT!”

The audience chants as Umbra lays on the multitude of spikes, trying to move but getting jabbed every time she does. Carlisle smirks as she grabs one of the chairs she had pulled from under the ring earlier. Raising it above her head, she watches Erica struggle for a moment before bringing it crashing down, driving her back onto the nails! Aidan delivers a second chair shot! A third, fourth, and fifth!!! Finally she tosses the slightly bent chair aside.

VASSA: “Does that answer your question Steve?”

JOHNSON: “My god. This is just… brutal, absolutely brutal!”

Erica finally rolls off of the bed of nails, dozens upon dozens of spots of blood starting to show on her back and arms. Aidan steps around, stalking after her prey. As Umbra stands Carlisle ducks around to wrap her up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Erica throws an elbow back into her face! Aidan stumbles back into the barricade she was just about to drop Umbra spine first onto. Erica hops up, putting her feet in Aidan’s stomach and grabbing her shoulders, falling back and sending her flying with a monkey flip… onto the bed of nails! Carlisle hits hard and rolls off from the force, stopping as she collides with the barricade on the other side and holding her now bleeding back.

Erica remains down on the floor for a few moments, still recovering from the suplex and chair shots. The pain is written across Aidan’s face as she forces herself to move, pulling herself up on the barricade. Carlisle kicks the debris from the table aside as she heads back to where she had left the black gym back on the other side of the ring, dropping to her knees beside it. Umbra drags herself to the side of the ring, using the apron to pull herself up. Both women stand, spotting each other on the opposite sides of the canvas. Each instantly rolls into the ring, leaving trails of blood in their wake. Carlisle has her steel chain with her, leaving it close to the ring post!

Erica catches Aidan with clothesline that practically folds her in half, but Carlisle rolls back onto her shoulders as she lands and flips to her feet with a kip up, retaliating with a flying elbow smash! Aidan pops back to her feet and hits a knee drop right into Erica’s stomach! Umbra flops over onto her belly, her hands beneath her holding her midsection. Carlisle snatches up the length of chain and rages back over to her opponent. Aidan puts one foot between Erica’s legs, twisting them around her own and locking them in place before wrapping the ends of the chain around her hands. Carlisle then bends over backward, and wraps the chain around Umbra’s neck in a muta lock! Erica shrieks and grabs at the chain, managing to get her fingers beneath it. But as soon as she does, Aidan tightens it as hard as she can!!!

JOHNSON: “Aidan just lured Erica in! She let her get both hands under the chain, and now Erica is trapped! She can’t tap out!”

VASSA: “I really hate that bitch… but that was genius!”

Erica struggles as best she can, but she can barely move in the submission maneuver. She screams in pain until she runs out of air, no longer able to breath with the chain around her throat. The referee asks Umbra if she wants to tap out or submit, but Erica can’t move her hands or speak! Just as Umbra begins to go limp, Carlisle releases the hold and rolls off of her! Erica instantly grabs her throat, coughing and choking as she gasps for air. Aidan stands, grinning down at the other woman as she tosses the chain out of the ring.

VASSA: “Why did she let go?! She could have won the match if Erica passed out!”

JOHNSON: “…I don’t think Aidan is done, Vinny.”

Aidan drops and rolls out of the ring while Erica is still recovering. Throwing up the apron cover yet again, she begins digging beneath, seemingly for something in particular. Everything she comes across she tosses up into the ring, including a meat tenderizer, a pie plate, a battery operated hand held electric mixer, and—what she had been looking for—a cheese grater! Umbra is just getting to her knees as Carlisle slides back under the bottom rope. She grabs the mixer in one hand and Erica’s throat with the other, turning it on and sticking the beaters right into Umbra’s hair!

Erica screams as a few thick chunks of hair are pulled out before the mixer binds up. Aidan lets go of the mixer and snatches up the cheese grater, raking it across Umbra’s bare stomach! Erica howls in pain and rolls away, the beaters finally untangling from her hair. As she comes to a stop, Carlisle is hot on her heels, pressing the grater into her back and grinding it back and forth! Blood begins to ooze from the scrapes on Umbra’s stomach and back. With a look of self-satisfaction, Aidan tosses the cheese grater aside and picks up the pie plate. The moment Erica starts to move Carlisle shatters the ceramic dish over her head, opening up a bleeding gouge on her scalp!

Spots of blood fling across the mat as Erica rolls away. Aidan watches, but leans down and picks up the meat tenderizer. As Umbra comes to a stop, Carlisle closes in on her again. She places one booted foot across Erica’s wrist, holding her hand in place, flipping the spiked mallet over in her hand once as it dawns on Umbra what’s he’s about to do. Erica begins to kick, grabbing her own arm with her other hand and trying to pull herself free. Aidan just laughs at the attempt, drawing her hand back and preparing to slam the meat tenderizer down on Umbra’s fingers. Erica manages to throw a punch at the last second, sending Aidan staggering and allowing Umbra to get free!

JOHNSON: “Quick thinking just saved Erica Umbra a whole lot of pain. I don’t know what she would have done if Aidan had been able to finish what she started. Aidan was going to break her fingers!”

VASSA: “After everything else these two have done, you would honestly have a problem with that?”

JOHNSON: “I have a problem with all of it, Vinny!”

Aidan stumbles all the way back into the ropes and Erica surges forward with a diving clothesline that takes them both over the top and to the floor below. For a few moments both women just lay there, chest and stomachs heaving with every breath. They roll over almost at the same time and struggle to their hands and knees, each leaving a puddle of blood where it drips from their faces. Umbra catches a glimpse of something peeking from under the apron cover and grabs it, pulling out a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire!

Erica uses the two-by-four to push to her feet and then strides over to Aidan, smashing it down onto Aidan’s back. The barbs tear through Carlisle’s top and into her skin, leaving bloody scratches. Umbra swings again, this time once more into Aidan’s ribs. Carlisle howls as she rolls onto her back, and Erica brings the barbed wire crashing down on her stomach. Aidan curls up, holding her midsection for a few moments.

Umbra lifts the board again, but before she can make another strike Carlisle catches her with a drop toe hold, tripping her face first into the announcer’s table! Aidan pulls herself away, creating some separation as she gets to her knees and begins fumbling at the waistband of her pants. Erica still has a hold on the barbed wire wrapped two-by-four as she begins to get up as well. They both stand almost simultaneously and lunge at one another. Umbra swings the wooden weapon and Carlisle swings her right arm. As Aidan’s fist hits the board, the wood splinters and the punch goes all the way through, connecting with Erica’s face!

VASSA: “Brass knuckles! Aidan put on a set of brass knuckles and just punched straight through the two-by-four, and Erica!!!”

JOHNSON: “Erica better be thanking her lucky stars that Aidan hit the board first, or she would have broken her jaw!”

Despite the aid of the brass knuckles, Aidan shakes out her fist after the blow, pulling a large splinter out of the back of her hand. Erica is on one knee and grabs the half of the two-by-four with the barbed wire still wrapped around it as Aidan is shoving the brass knuckles back into her pocket. Umbra swings the weapon again, connecting with the back of both of Carlisle’s bare forearms as Aidan barely manages to block in time. Blood continues to drip from both women’s various wounds, the effects of the match growing more and more apparent on each.

Erica swings the board into the side of Aidan’s leg, causing her to go down on one knee. Carlisle tries to pull herself up on the announcer’s table but her bloody fingers slip and she drops into a seated position on the floor. Umbra lines the remaining piece of barbed wire wrapped two-by-four up with Aidan’s spine, giving a little martial arts flourish before kicking the board into Aidan’s back at full force! Carlisle snarls in pain and sprawls forward, one hand holding her spine for a few moments as she drags herself toward the corner of the ring.

Erica follows after, but Aidan lashes out with one leg and sweeps Umbra off of her feet! Erica hits the apron before she goes down. Carlisle wrenches the two-by-four free and tosses it aside so that Umbra can’t use it anymore. Forcing herself to her feet, Aidan grabs Erica by her bloody hair and drags her bodily across the floor, all the way back around to the other side of the ring where the broken table is still laying.

Carlisle uses her foot to sweep up the splinters of wood and shards of glass from the light tubes into a nice big pile while still keeping a tight grip on Umbra so the other woman can’t get away. Once Aidan’s satisfied with the ring of debris, she turns back to Erica, driving a knee into her face and leaving her there on the floor on her knees. Carlisle backs up several feet and then sprints forward, hopping up and hooking her legs around Umbra’s head, hitting a hurricanrana driver that slams Erica’s face down into the pile of wood and glass!

JOHNSON: “My GOD! Isn’t it enough yet? Come on Aidan, go for the pin. Put a stop to this!”

VASSA: “No! The crowd still wants more!”

“One more time! … One more time! … One more time!”

Aidan barely manages to stand, leaning heavily against the barricade as the crowd continues to chant. Erica begins to stir, rolling out of the remnants of the table and light tubes and onto her back, reaching for the barricade as well. Carlisle turns away, heading toward the opposite corner and ascending the ring stairs, holding on to the top rope while she catches her breath. Umbra manages to stand, dizzy, looking around in front of her for her opponent. Just as Erica turns Aidan runs down the side of the ring apron, leaping off and catching Umbra by the neck for a tornado DDT back into the pile of glass and wood! The audience erupts into cheers.

Digging in to the last of her reserves, Aidan continues moving. She yanks the second table she had pulled out earlier from the floor and slides it into the ring. She drags out a ladder from beneath the apron cover and pushes it under the bottom rope as well! Then she picks up the black gym bag and tosses it in! Carlisle finally hauls Umbra up and rolls her into the ring before sliding in on her own. Aidan sets up the table and picks up Erica, setting her on top of it, folding her hands over her chest and giving them a little pat. From inside the black bag Carlisle pulls out a pair of candles, which she lights and sets down on the table on either side of Umbra.

VASSA: “Aidan is showing Erica who the real Gravedigger in this match is!”

JOHNSON: “What else can she possibly do?! Just make the pin!”

Aidan turns and sets the ladder up on the opposite side of the ring. She locks the legs in place and takes a glance at Erica, being sure that her opponent hasn’t moved. Gasping for breath, bleeding and exhausted, Carlisle starts climbing the ladder. Aidan pauses as her hands reach the top, then carefully finishes ascending the rungs, until she is standing on the very top. Carlisle teeters slightly as she stands on the tiny step, high up in the air. The crowd already seems to know what is coming.

“HO-LY SHIT! … HO-LY SHIT! … HO-LY SHIT!”

Taking one last deep breath Aidan leaps off of the top of the ladder, flipping through the air twice and crashing down on Erica and the table with a double moonsault! The flames from the candles light up some of the debris, but before they can spread the referee is there with a fire extinguisher. Carlisle shoves Umbra onto her back in the smoldering wreckage and throws her arm across the other woman, unable to even hook the leg.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Thank god it’s finally over!”

VASSA: “That was awesome! We need a wet cleanup down here!”

“Immortalized” hits the sound system once more as the referee helps Aidan to her knees and holds her hand in the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

Extra referees and a few medical personnel hurry down the ramp while Aidan is handed her jacket and Tag Team Championship. The referees catch Carlisle as she rolls out of the ring and help her to the back as the medical staff sees to Erica Umbra.

 

 

The scene cuts backstage where Frankie Morrison stepping out of the Unstable’s locker room by himself. As Morrison pulls the door shut behind him, he turns to see three men dressed in black suits pop out from around the corner. Stopping in his tracks, Frankie looks the three men over as they stand in front of him, blocking his path.

MORRISON: “Excuse me, you three mind stepping out of my way?”

SECURITY: “Come with us Frankie, Mr. Wallace would like to have a word with you.”

MORRISON: “So you guys are the new hired muscle? You can tell Mr. Wallace that I don’t have a word to say to him.”

Frankie then proceeds to step forward towards a small opening between two of the men. The man on the far right then reaches across the one standing beside him and places his hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

SECURITY: “Come with us, Frankie. No need to cause a scene.”

MORRISON: “Careful with that sweaty palm, this suit costs more than your year’s salary. I obviously don’t have a say in the matter so lead the way.”

SECURITY: “Unfortunately for you, you don’t. I will however guarantee on behalf of Mr. Wallace, no harm will come to you. He just wants to have a word with you in person.”

Morrison looks the man over before placing his hand over the one grasping his suit jacket and slides it off of his shoulder.

MORRISON: “If that’s the case then you can take your hand off of me. I’ll go quietly.”

SECURITY: “Right this way…”

The two men on each side of Frankie then step back, leaving an opening for him to continue. The man in charge then leads the way as Frankie follows behind, trailed by the two others.

 

 

UNDERCARD
MEMPHIS CUNNINGHAM VS. SCOTTY ADDAMS

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

An ominous chant is heard throughout the arena speakers.

“This is Memphis… he represents the desert… The desert that you will see on your screen in a story we will call, “The Lonely”… The Lonely is about a man sentenced to a lifetime of solitary confinement. The confinement takes place on a sandy asteroid far out in space… This is the story about a man slowly succumbing to a kind of nightmarish loneliness, a gradual disintegration of mind and body because human beings have an unstoppable need for companionship… The most benevolent and compassionate official sends the prisoner a long rectangular box containing… well… a machine… A machine inside of a mask built to look like a woman.”

Faint at first but growing louder and more intense at the dirty baseline kicks in. “Moonlight” by Uncle Skitz starts to play and the fans wait patiently as the chant continues to grow.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from The Moon, weighing in at one hundred eighty nine pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall! He is “The Moon Man”, MEMPHIS CCUUNNNNIINNGGHHAAMM!!!”

A milky purple smog fills ringside and Memphis Cunningham descends from the rafters, landing on the top turnbuckle. He removes the cable from his back belt loop and hops down from the turnbuckle.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

*STATIC, STATIC*

The broken up static leads into a heavy guitar riff and Scotty tears through the curtain to the stage yelling out to the fans who only seem to want to boo him, but he only snickers.

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! He is ‘The Innovator’, ‘Never Say Die’, SCOTTY AADDDDAAMMSS!!!”

Scotty makes his way down to the ring, and once he reaches the edge, he slides onto the apron on his knees, kneeling on the apron. Scotty stands facing the entrance and looking around to all of the fans with another smile as they boo him before he throws his arms up above his head, crossing them at the wrist to form his ‘A’ without the dash in the middle. The Boos continue but Scotty turns around and jumps over the top rope into the ring where he runs and jumps into a corner– throwing his ‘A’ up again nodding his head to his theme music before jumping down and circling around the ring.

JOHNSON: “Up next we have the 4CW in-ring debut from Scotty Addams!”

VASSA: “I’ve been eager for this match since hearing that it was booked. Scotty shocked the world at Winter Wasteland when he came out to the ring during Drew Stevenson’s match and slid a pair of brass knuckles into the ring. After that, it was lights out for Seamus.”

JOHNSON: “Winter Wasteland was a huge event and with the debut that he had, Scotty has made quite an impact upon his arrival in 4CW. Tonight we have the pleasure of witnessing his wrestling debut since recently signing with 4CW.”

VASSA: “With Drew already here and Scotty making a gran entrance, could we see the Joker’s Wild in the near future?”

JOHNSON: “That’s a very good question, Vinny. I guess only time will tell. However, as we’ve seen recently, Drew is a changed man. I’m interested to see how these two mesh moving forward.”

VASSA: “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. With Scotty in the picture, I see exciting things in the future.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official first looks to Memphis who quickly points back, signaling that he is ready. Turning to Scotty, the official receives then receives the nod. He then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Not wasting any time, Addams darts out of his corner and races across the ring. Closing in on Memphis, Addams hits him with a shoulder block, slamming him back first into the corner. Addams then unloads with a series of body punches, rights and lefts crashing into Memphis’ stomach and ribs. Addams then changes up his attacks and goes on the assault with kicks to Memphis’ legs. After landing nearly half a dozen, Addams then delivers a stiff kick to the side of Memphis’ knee, forcing his leg to give out from under him. Just as Memphis drops down to one knee, Addams then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it downward into his knee as he pops it up, sending his head bouncing backwards and slamming into the turnbuckle.

With Memphis now in a seated position, Addams grabs onto the top ropes with both hands on each side of the ring post and then begins using them for leverage as he stomps repeatedly onto Memphis’ stomach. Addams then grabs Memphis by the head and pulls him up to his feet before pulling his head down by his side and applying a side headlock. Dragging Memphis to the center of the ring, Addams keeps the side headlock in tact for a few moments, cranking down on the pressure.

Planting one hand in the center of Addams’ lower back, Memphis then pushes him away, breaking the headlock and sending him to the ropes. After hitting the ropes and coming back, Addams quickly ducks underneath a clothesline and continues to the opposite ropes. Leaping into the air, Addams plants both feet onto the middle rope and springboards off. While in mid-air, he quickly turns his body and hits Memphis in the back of the head with a forearm smash, sending him crashing face first to the mat.

VASSA: “I don’t understand why people attack Memphis’ head. He’s wearing a helmet! This should be illegal!”

JOHNSON: “I’m still trying to figure this one out too Steve.”

VASSA: “Is Perry Wallace that goddamn stupid! Do something about this shit! It isn’t fair!”

JOHNSON: “To be somewhat fair, the helmet hasn’t helped him win a match yet.”

VASSA: “But it looks stupid! It isn’t Halloween!”

Addams walks around the ring, holding his forearm and showing signs of pain. After shaking it off, he then turns his attention to Memphis is slowly beginning to push himself up. As he gets to all fours, Addams then runs towards and him and kicks him in the stomach, flipping him over to his back. Addams then continues to stomp down on him. Grabbing Memphis by the arm, Addams drags him up to his feet and then whips him to the ropes across the ring. As Memphis comes back on the rebound, Addams side steps him and takes him down face first with a drop toe hold. Memphis’ head bounces off the mat and he quickly pushes himself up, not showing any signs of damage from the move.

Addams looks on, scratching his head for a bit and as Memphis turns around to face him, Addams is right there with a swift kick to the stomach. Lunging over, Memphis leaves himself open as Addams wraps his arm around his head and then plants it into the canvas with a DDT. Flipping over to his back, Memphis pushes himself up in an instant as Addams stands and looks on. Once up, Memphis takes a swing for Addams head but comes up short as Addams ducks underneath. Addams then counters with a punch to the stomach, knocking Memphis’ breath away and forcing him to lunge over once more. Pulling Memphis’ head between his legs, Addams then wraps his arms around his wait and lifts him into the air, holding him upside down. Addams falls to a seated position, driving Memphis’ head into the mat with a piledriver.

VASSA: “Come on Scotty! Use your head! There attacks to that helmet aren’t doing much damage.”

JOHNSON: “That’s the advantage that Memphis has wearing that helmet.”

VASSA: “Well maybe he can finally use it to his advantage and win a match tonight.”

Standing to his feet, Addams looks down at Memphis is disbelief once again as he pushes himself up, not appearing to be bothered by the head attacks whatsoever. Before Memphis can stand, Addams then charges in and drives his knee into Memphis’ chest, knocking him back first to the mat. Addams then goes on the attack once more with kicks and stomps to Memphis’ mid-section. He then grabs Memphis by the arm and slowly drags him up to his feet. Memphis tries to pull away from Addams but doesn’t get far as Addams pulls him in and drives a knee into his stomach. With Memphis bent over from the knee, Addams then pulls his head between his legs and wraps his arms around his waist once more. Lifting Memphis into the air, Addams then slams him stomach first to the mat with a powerbomb facebuster.

JOHNSON: “Platinum Landing!”

VASSA: “Once again, another head attack!”

JOHNSON: “This one might be it, Vinny.”

VASSA: “I don’t know about that!”

Addams then pulls Memphis back to his feet. With him bent over, Addams wraps his arms around his waist again and then lifts him up into the air only to drop him back down to the mat with a second powerbomb facebuster.

JOHNSON: “There’s another Platinum Landing!”

VASSA: “Maybe this second one was for good measure.”

Rolling Memphis over to his back, Addams then drops down for the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, SCOTTY AADDDDAAMMSS!!!”

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
JACE SAVAGE VS. DREW STEVENSON

JOHNSON: “This one should be interesting! Two men who are VERY alike stepping in the ring. An older version and a newer model, who you got Vassa?”

VASSA: “Ehhhh tough call. Both of them are skilled technically but Jace brings more speed, more agility to the match and Drew Stevenson brings some Strength, brawling included with his technical prowess. It’s a hard match to determine..”

The arena goes dark as green and gold lights flash across the arena. “My Time” by Fabulous begins to play on the p.a. system and the crowd starts cheering. The lights come back on and Jace is standing at the top of the entrance ramp, new Manager Tidus Howe standing back some behind him. He starts to point at himself with his two thumbs than switches it and starts pointing hiss index fingers at the crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, JACE SSAAVVAAGGEE!!!”

Jace makes his way to the ring as Tidus Howe heads over to the Announcers booth. Jace shakes a few hands before finally reaching the steps at ringside before jogging up the stairs and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring. Once in the ring Jace walks over to a turn buckle and repeats the motion with his thumbs pointing at himself then his index fingers pointing at the crowd.

VASSA: “Whoa! Are we being joined by Tidus Howe? This is fantastic!”

JOHNSON: “Yes, have a seat! This is a treat for sure! Welcome to the booth Tidus, how are you this evening?”

HOWE: “I’m perfect tonight, excited at the chance to get back into Management.”

The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing “I’m the Man” by Aloe Blacc as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans boo him heavily.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “The Emerald”, DREW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”

Drew begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

JOHNSON: “So Jace Savage? How do you think your new client will fare against a man like Drew Stevenson?”

HOWE: “Oh this will be a test! Jace has no doubt that Drew Stevenson can compete on a VERY high level but so can my client. I have nothing but faith in him and HIS ability to come up big in big matches.”

VASSA: “Good answer! Now let’s see the start of this contest!!”

Even before the bell sounds off, Drew Stevenson races across the ring at Jace Savage. The smaller, more speedy opponent ducks out of a Grapple attempt and snaps the outside of Drew’s leg with a Sharp Leg Kick. Drew hops from the slapping kick as Jace throws another to the other leg. Drew checks a third kick and bull rushes Savage grabbing a hold of him and walking him back with force against the ropes. As he gets Savage’s back against the ropes, Stevenson yanks Savage forward looking for a powerful Hip Toss.

DING!!! DING!!!

Jace flips overhead but lands on his feet in a counter to the Hip Toss. He breaks off across the ring away from Drew, hitting the far ropes like a bullet. Stevenson readies himself as Jace comes back, side steps a Diving Spear and Jace Savage launches himself through the ropes, landing in a crash at ringside.

VASSA: “Crash and BURN! Jace Savage looked good there at first! An amazing ability to land on his feet but then that miss? Ouch!”

HOWE: “Hey now! My client is anxious, these are the bugs he KNOWS he has to remove if he wants to advance in this Tournament. He is ready for this rise, I’ve seen how hard he has been working as of late.”

JOHNSON: “Look at Drew, he’s as cocky as ever!”

As Jace Savage rises on his feet outside the ring, Drew Stevenson is working the live audience. Jace pops up on the apron with one knee before pulling himself up to a standing outside the ropes. As Drew turns around, he locks eyes with Savage and smiles before sprinting right at him. Jace grabs the top rope, falls to the side, extending a leg high up and it catches Drew to the face as he reaches for Jace. Stumbling back, Drew shakes off the daze of the kick as Jace springs up on the ropes, flips forward into the ring looking for his “Bank Roll” but Drew Stevenson hurls himself forward and barely misses being caught as Jace slams down on his back.

JOHNSON: “Ohhh he almost connected with the “Bank Roll”! It might have been over if he hit it, Jace Savage is going for the quick finish! The highlight finish!”

Now with his back against the ropes, Drew Stevenson watches Jace scurry back to his feet. Before Drew can finally make the match into a grappling bout, Jace Savage springs off a Sprinters Position and rushes at Drew, leaping up as he gets close but Drew Stevenson ducks a shoulder and lifts Jace, sending him up and over the ropes once again. Savage thuds down hard on the ring side floor as the fans become restless and begin booing “The Emerald”.

VASSA: “Good gracious! Your boy looks to be setting himself up for a bad fall kind of match!”

HOWE: “He will bounce back, this is just a small stumble.”

Slapping the ground as he rises from it, Jace Savage looks pissed off. Drew waves for him to come back in the ring, even sits on the middle rope to hold the ropes open for Jace but he walks around the ring as the referee counts. Getting himself together, Jace Savage slides in the ring away from where Stevenson was. He wasn’t going to rush anything anymore, this was going to be a different match now. Drew brushes his hands off as Savage and him begin to circle one another in the center of the ring.

HOWE: “Finally this becomes a Contest now! Let’s get it Jace!”

As they lock up, Drew Stevenson has the clear Strength advantage as he backs Jace Savage up against the ropes once again. Quickly Stevenson pushes off of Jace and goes for a Short Clothesline but Jace ducks and lifts the incoming Drew and dumps HIM outside the ring. The fans roar with cheers and laughter as it’s Drew’s turn to head outside the ring. Savage claps his hands as he hypes himself up in the ring. Drew hurries to his feet but Jace Savage is on the move as he rushes towards the ropes, dives through them, snatches up Drew Stevenson and connects with a Tornado DDT to the outside floors!

JOHNSON: “CRASH COURSE!! What a Game Changer!! Jace Savage has the upper hand for the first time in this Match!”

HOWE: “He is quick, smart, and talented! You can’t argue that after seeing how CRISP he connects with moves like that! He takes risks but when they pay off? Boooy they pay off BIG!”

Jace rises but is off balance, falling against the Guard railing. He pushes off it and reaches down, grabs a handful of Drew’s hair and begins to get his opponent off the ground. Drew grabs the front of Jace’s tights and falls back, pulling Jace and sending him stumbling forward hitting the ring’s side near the corner post. To his feet, Stevenson rushes at Savage and snatches him up, running him into the post head first.

Spinning out off the Pole, Jace Savage collapses onto the floor. The referee gets to 5 on the count as Drew Stevenson rolls in and back out of the ring to restart the count. He goes to pull Jace up but Savage using both feet, shoves Drew back, his spine directly connecting to the ring post. Savage scrambles to his feet and in short distance leaps at Drew with a cross body but Stevenson drops down onto his stomach and Jace wraps around the pole like a car hitting a tree sideways.

As Drew rises, he is pointing at his head to show that he’s smart. His instincts are on point throughout the match thus far. He pulls Jace off the pole and lets him fall to the floors again before kicking him a few times with Soccer Kicks to Savage’s side.

HOWE: “Come on referee! Stop this crap, make them Wrestle!”

JOHNSON: “Hey there isn’t any rules being broken right now! This is part of wrestling and Drew Stevenson is coming out of these close encounters on top!”

Helping a groggy Jace to his feet, Drew Stevenson lifts him with a Gorilla Press. Jace struggles, shaking to fight himself free and slips off Drew’s hand, landing on the ring apron. Drew loses control and tries to grab at Jace but Savage kicks Drew hard in the mouth sending him stumbling back. Entering the ring, Jace races across the ring and as Drew reaches up to grab the ropes and pull himself up on the ring apron, Jace comes back and hits a Massive Front Dropkick that sends Drew Stevenson back to the outside, rolling upon landing. The crowd gives some love for Jace as he gets to his feet breathing hard and watching for his opponent.

Slowly Stevenson rises from the floor outside the ring. Jace is ready, hands on the top ropes. As Drew stands and turns to the ring, Jace leaps up, springing off the ropes to the outside. Savage soars over in a front flip but grabs Drew’s head as he goes over him, snapping it back, hitting a Springboard Blockbuster to the outside, the crowd goes Bananas as do the Commentators!

HOWE: “HOLY SHIT!!”

JOHNSON: “BANK ROLL TO THE OUTSIDE!! THIS IS CRAZY!!”

VASSA: “Oh Man! Oh Man! I’m Marking Out!! Wow!!!”

Both men are laid out on the floor outside the ring. The referee stopped counting as he held his head shocked by the risky move by Jace Savage. As he begins the count, neither man still finding their feet but Jace has flopped up trying to regain himself. The count gets to seven before both men finally begin moving. Drew rolls onto his side and shoves up onto an elbow as Jace sits up with his back to a section of the guard rail.

“Eight!”

Drew gets up onto his knees, Savage up on one knee as he stares over at Drew.

“Nine!”

Both seem bruised but neither ready to call it quits as they push up to their feet around the same moment. Drew slides under the ropes as Jace climbs up the turnbuckle from the outside like he was a Spider Monkey. Drew is up, turns around and looks up as Jace comes off the top with a Hurricanrana, as he flips it, Drew keeps hold of him and counters the Rana with a sitdown Powerbomb, holding his legs for a pin attempt.

ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “That was CLOSE!! Holy smokes, these two are trading spots, trading blows and showcasing some serious talents here tonight!”

JOHNSON: “This is the 4CW Championship Contender’s Tournament, they BETTER put it all on the line if they want to Advance!”

HOWE: “Jace Savage will fight anybody and will look to Shock any doubters as he moves on to become the next 4CW Champion!”

Pushing Jace away from him, Drew Stevenson sits on his butt with a blank stare on his face. Jace arches at the back as he rolls onto his stomach and begins to crawl away. He rises to his hands and knees as he gets close to the ropes far from Drew. Using them the pull himself up, Jace Savage’s face is full of aches and pains. Stevenson nods and rises off the canvas. From behind, Drew grabs hold of Jace and pulls him back away from the ropes. Seemingly with ease, he lifts Jace up and hits him with a basic Back Body drop, putting them both back onto the canvas.

Using Jace to grab on, Drew crawls down to Jace’s legs before climbing back to his feet. Looking to lock in a submission, Drew lifts both the legs of Jace Savage. As he goes to turn Jace over, Savage pulls a leg free and front kicks the kneecap of Drew Stevenson and he wobbles, letting go of the other leg.

Hurrying to his feet, Jace starts slow at Drew and walks right into a Back Elbow as he goes to grapple. Drew grabs Jace and whips him hard across the ring, Jace jumps up, springing on the ropes and launching back and over with a backflip. As he lands behind Drew, he has “The Emerald” in a Dragon Sleeper and the crowd gets wild for the Backflip Dragon Sleeper connection.

JOHNSON: “He has it locked in! The “Savage Lock”! This could be over if Drew taps out!!”

HOWE: “Choke him out Jace!!”

Using all his strength remaining, Drew Stevenson in a backwards arch is able to loosen the submission and spin around so he’s in a DDT position instead of a Dragon Sleeper. Jace lifts up a knee, hitting Drew to the face but it only adds to Drew’s fight left in him as he Suplexes Jace, hitting a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex and holding it for a pin.

ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!

The pin is kicked out of and Drew looks to the referee almost surprised. Shaking his head, disappointed he rises from the canvas and heads towards the corner. Jace laid sprawled out on the canvas is unaware as Drew Stevenson takes to the top ropes. Climbing up outside the ropes to get to the top, he signals for his “Emperor’s Fall” and goes for it. As his sharp elbow comes down, it misses it’s desired target and hits the canvas hard as Jace Savage manages to roll out of the way by rolling outside the ring.

VASSA: “Clever on Savage’s part, that elbow was HEATED! That would have been all she wrote if he connected with that!!”

With the “O Face” of Pain as his expression, Drew Stevenson holding his elbow begins to get up from the canvas. Jace Savage hops up onto the apron and stalks, watches as Drew sluggishly turns around. Jace springs up onto the ropes but Stevenson lunges forward and clips Jace to the jaw with a well placed Forearm Strike. Jace goes limp, falls down over the top rope, slung over it like laundry drying out.

Pulling Jace into the ring, he stays limp as he lands on the canvas. Stevenson motions for the finish and pulls Jace up. He’s dead weight on his feet as Drew hooks an arm across his chest, lifts Jace up and nails a Sit Down Spine Buster or “Final Conflict” as he labels it. Holding it for a pin, the referee slaps down at the canvas.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

HOWE: “NOOO!!!!”

Drew falls back releasing the pin as the bell sounds off for the end of the match.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

Mike Powers gets on the microphone and makes the official announcement.

POWERS: “Winner via Pinfall….DREW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”

JOHNSON: “Wow, what a match! These two put on a clinic and Drew Stevenson came out with the win…Huh? Do you hear that?”

VASSA: “Are these people…Clapping for Drew Stevenson? No way, their clapping for the match!”

The house was loud as everyone seemed to be on their feet clapping as Drew Stevenson stands up from the canvas. He gives the audience a slow glare before exiting the ring and dragging himself towards the entrance to leave. Tidus Howe hurries down to the ring to check on his fallen client.

 

 

The scene opens backstage inside of the temporary office of Perry Wallace. Coming into view, a large desk rests along the back wall with an empty chair behind it. On the wall to the right, a flat screen television hangs with a video feed of inside the arena area. The room is quiet, a little too quiet for comfort. In the corner to the right of the desk, a small bar stands with a couple of glasses on top and a bottle of Scotch beside them.

The camera then slowly begins to scan the room, rotating counter-clockwise. Stopping in the far corner across from the desk, Frankie Morrison comes into picture, seated and patiently waiting all alone. A door is then heard opening as sounds from outside of the room fill the airwaves. Before the camera turns to see who it is, a voice then grabs Frankie’s attention.

VOICE: ”Well, well… look who it is!”

Walking into the office, Perry Wallace makes his presence felt. Behind him, one of the men from earlier, dressed in all black and escorting Frankie, closes the door behind Wallace, leaving the two inside and alone.

WALLACE: ”What can I do for you, Frankie?”

Wallace makes his way towards the bar in the opposite corner and grabs a glass in one hand and the bottle of Scotch in the other.

WALLACE: ”Who am I kidding? We both know you’re here against your will. After Wasteland, I knew you would never agree to meet me so I had this little sit-down arranged. Care for a drink?”

MORRISON: ”Perry you can take your drink and shove it. I don’t really have time for this right now so just get to the point.”

After a short chuckle, Wallace pours himself a drink before walking over to the desk and having a seat. Looking down at the glass in hand, Wallace sits in silence for a moment before finally cutting his eyes upward towards Frankie.

WALLACE: ”After Wasteland, it’s no surprise that Dakota has returned to 4CW for what is rightfully his. Did you seriously think The Unstable would put him away for good? They would have been better off leaving him dead in a ditch.”

MORRISON: ”You think after all of that time away, his body fighting just stay alive, that he’s in any condition to stand atop of the mountain as 4CW Champion? You’re more foolish than you look. He may be champion in theory… But I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that title won’t be resting on his shoulder for too much longer.”

WALLACE: ”You do make a good point. He has been out of the picture for quite some time. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see once he climbs back into the ring just how much damage your little group of misfits did. There is a tournament after all, and there are a couple of names from The Unstable involved. I just want to know one thing. Why? Why you, out of all people, have sided with these thugs in this fight against me and 4CW?”

MORRISON: ”Thugs?”

Frankie snickered as he sunk down into his seat, getting himself a bit more comfortable as Perry’s interrogation continued.

MORRISON: ”I’m sure if those thugs were standing in this room behind me you’d be singing a whole different tune. I don’t need to explain anything to you. And not for nothing… You are the last person that should be questioning someone about a sudden disappearance of talent. Perry you are a cancer. You are no good for this company. The only reason it still stands is because I helped you structure the promotion for success. If I hadn’t had a hand in it, you would have fallen flat out of the gates.”

Wallace talks a drink from his glass of scotch before nodding his head and shrugging his shoulders.

WALLACE: ”I forgot, you have been informed of that tragic accident from a few months back. Some people just can’t seem to keep their mouths shut. You say that I’m a cancer but that little stunt boosted ratings and last time I checked, that’s what television is all about. This isn’t about that though.

Maybe I would be singing a different tune if your ‘boys’ were right here standing behind you. Maybe you would be too if Dakota and Erron, and even my security detail were standing behind me. Hell, if we were all together we could have ourselves a really fun party. But now isn’t the time for that. I arranged this friendly, peaceful sit down with just you and myself, no one else.

You did help build the foundation here and I can’t deny that. I just don’t understand why you would do what you have. Either way, it is what it is. I just hope you’re ready for when the time comes and the whole world comes crashing down on The Unstable. I even made a threat towards you at Wasteland, and the time for that will come as well.”

Wallace then takes another drink from his glass before leaning back in the comfort of his chair. Tapping the rim of the glass facing Frankie with his middle finger, Wallace sits in silence, awaiting for his response.

MORRISON: ”What did I do to you that was so bad? All I’ve done is back the talent that, in my eyes, are the best this company has to offer.”

Cracking up in laughter, Wallace leans forward once more before finishing off the glass of Scotch and slamming the glass onto the desk.

WALLACE: ”Seriously? You’re kidding me right? You align yourself with the men who tried to erase my 4CW Champion. You align yourself with the men who smashed a steel chair acro–”

Frankie puts his hand up and interrupts Perry’s rant.

MORRISON: ”Still with the chair shot… You act like I was the one holding the chair. That was your ‘son’.”

Wallace then smacks the glass off of the desk and sends it flying across the room.

WALLACE: ”My son? Fuck him, he’s dead to me! Let’s not forget that Bronx was in that ring with me. What did he do? It didn’t matter to any of you fucks.”

MORRISON: ”Maybe that night would have played out completely different had Bronx not come out with that lead pipe and draw the line in the sand.”

WALLACE: ”So you’re telling me that Cyrus just spontaneously decided to turn his back right then and there? Get out of here with that nonsense. It was premeditated from the beginning.”

MORRISON: ”No one is saying he didn’t have his mind made up. I had every intention of handing that 4CW Championship over to you without incident. But you brought out a loaded gun by your side when Bronx came out with a lead pipe. You’ve been around wrestlers long enough to know that when they feel threatened, most of them jump into action.”

WALLACE: ”What can I say? Blood is thicker than water. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

MORRISON: ”Even right now… Your ‘peaceful’ sit down is nothing but  a heated interrogation. It’s like you’re itching for a war. I hope you realize what you’ve done by having me escorted to your office against my will…”

WALLACE: ”It was so terrible wasn’t it? Nothing like what The Unstable did to Dakota, but still oh so terrible.”

MORRISON: ”Because Dakota’s an angel? It wasn’t long ago that he did the same thing to Aidan. And now you expect everyone’s mercy for a monster? You’re a fool Perry and eventually your past is going to catch up to you. If the same people that so eagerly stood by your side saw you as I KNOW you, this security detail would have more than just The Unstable to protect you from.”

Leaning back in his chair once more, Perry thinks to himself for a moment as silence fills the room. After a few short moments, he finally breaks the silence as he looks into Frankie’s eyes.

WALLACE: ”You may be right, then again you may be wrong. I wasn’t asking for anyone to show mercy for what happened to Dakota. I was just simply stating that you being brought here could have been worse, but it wasn’t. There is a time and place for everything and right now I wanted to speak with you man to man. Would you have met with me on your own terms?”

MORRISON: ”Then be a man and stop hiding behind security. You obviously knew where to find me…”

WALLACE: ”And I also have a target on the back of my head when it comes to The Unstable. Hell, you guys used Knox to get to me with the shitty protection I had earlier.”

MORRISON: ”So do we… You did put a bounty on our heads. And did you actually think Knox was going to side with you over Chris and Jason? The three of them are proof that there are bonds thicker than blood.”

WALLACE: ”I was his biggest customer! Fuck Tommy Knox! But anyway, yes, I did put a bounty on everyone’s head, more specifically Cyrus’. We can end this right here and now if you just turn him over. While he was looking over his shoulder before Wasteland, Erron instead found Dakota and brought him back. With Dakota back in the picture, it’s going to be even harder to get to him. Every turn he takes, evey hall he walks down, he’s going to be looking over his shoulder even more than before. But you can end this right now.”

MORRISON: ”I don’t know what kind of control you think I have over these guys. Cyrus is his own man. He makes his own decisions. I’m sure as hell not in any position to hand him over to you. Show after show he’s booked in matches and you have yourself the perfect opportunity to do as you please. But you don’t. You don’t because you’re afraid. A part of you is unsure if any of these guys truly have your best interests in mind. You want Cyrus… He’ll be in the ring tonight. Reach down your pants, find those things you call balls and do something.”

Frankie pushes up off of his knees and rises up to his feet. He turns his back to Perry and begins heading to the door.

WALLACE: ”Come on Frankie, we used to make one hell of a team. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

MORRISON: ”Perry you’re right. It doesn’t have to be this way. But it is. Now unless you want an enraged Chris Madison tearing through your security detail and storming in here to rip your head from your shoulders I suggest we end this little meeting.”

Wallace then stands to his feet and holds his arms out to the side, slightly shrugging his shoulders. Shaking his head, he then clears his throat before yelling.

WALLACE: ”Open the door! We’re finished here!”

MORRISON: ”That was probably the wisest decision you’ll ever make.”

The door swings open and two of the men that escorted Frankie Morrison to Perry Wallace’s office stood on each side of the door frame. Frankie looked at the two behemoths and laughed as he buttoned up his suit jacket. He exited the office, carelessly, as he shook his head.

WALLACE: ”Well shit…”

Wallace then quickly made his way to the door and stepped out into the hall, looking on as Frankie walked further and further into the distance.

WALLACE: ”It doesn’t have to be this way!”

 

UNDERCARD
ERRON WILDER VS. VICTOR CASSIUS

 

A Punjabi tremor rings around the arena, steadily building towards an explosive crescendo that gives way to “Blood, Milk and Sky” by White Zombie. The instant mixed reactions from the live viewers and their vulgar signs hoisted in the air acknowledge the man behind the thundering echoes—’Dead End Wilder’, ‘Come Claim Me’, and ‘You’re sh!t out of Luck.’ It was clear who they invited in, albeit everything around had dimmed to a thick black except for fluorescent strobes of light spiraling around clockwork, searching the inside of the arena. Heads continuing to turn in the dark at every available direction in the search for roguish twenty-five year-old, it’s then up in a particular staircase that the shadowed contour of Erron Wilder slowly trudges down the cold steps at his own leisure.

“The siren sings a lonely song
Of all the wants and hungers
The lust of love, a brute desire
The ledge of life goes under”

As the lyrics pursue, his surly pout emerging through the touch of light. He swings his arms loosely to their sides with a hint of cockiness in his movement. This is Wilder, soaked up with an aggressive form of confidence in the midst of a crowd reaching for him on his way down. Both of his shriveled up, glacial blue eyes remaining fixated with the ring, and never turning away to give care to those calling out to him. He quickly slides over the barricade upon contact, scoffing at everyone and everything with a saucy grunt before rolling his leather jacket-clad heap inside the ring.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, by way of the Blind Alley and weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds, he is… ERRON “STUNTMAN” WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Pacing around the mat in evident restlessness, Erron rolls his wrists and jerks his head sideways in last second preparation. A jittery smile ripping over his shady mug provided a closing gesture of how anxious he is to start swinging.

JOHNSON: “Erron Wilder’s debut at Winter Wasteland shocked just about everyone, we finally get to see him in a normal match here tonight, he’s been around the block and is here to collect a paycheck.”

VASSA: “This is the supposed guy to take out Unstable?  Come on.”

JOHNSON: “He’s rolling with the top brass here in 4CW for sure.”

VASSA: “Again, many have tried, many have failed.  This is going to be the hardest paycheck he’s ever attempted to cash.”

“Viol (Brodinski Remix)” hits, and the lights start to fluctuate wildly to the beat of the song. Desiree Drake steps out from the entry-way first, a smug, self-satisfied look on her face as she flaunts her curves to the audience. Soon after her comes Charity Skye, a much more genuine smile on her features as she also flaunts herself, a little less vindictively toward the audience, the floor around them now covered in a purplish haze of smoke. Victor makes his way out slowly to a chorus of boos, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched as he soaks up the attention, both women taking up a lascivious pose to either side of him, arms outstretched as they press to his sides and he smirks knowingly.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring accompanied by Desiree Drake and Charity Skye, weighing in at two hundred thirteen pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the “Essence of Excellence”, VICTOR CCAASSSSIIUUSS!!!”

Both women take the lead then, and Victor follows behind, his robe flowing as his managers make their way toward the ring, Desiree rolling her eyes at the crowd as Charity smiles brightly. Victor jaws with some of the audience on the way, showing off his physique to some of the female members of the audience as well as both women scale the apron from opposite sides, sitting in sensual poses as Victor slides under the ropes between them. He finds his way to his feet once more as both women step in, making his way to the center of the ring, where he stands arms outstretched again. Charity and Desiree strip him of his robe then, and Victor smirks, dropping to his knees with a grin to let the crowd soak up his arrogance before nipping back up, having a few choice words with the official before leaning confidently in his corner to await the start of the match as his managers step out of the ring.

VASSA: “I hope Desiree and Charity make their way over here, I’ve got my singles ready, you?”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think they’re those type of girls, Vinny.”

VASSA: “You’ve never met a woman, have you?”

DING!!! DING!!!

Victor Cassius and Erron Wilder begin to move around the ring, each one looking for the opening to make the first strike.  Wilder goes for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Cassius being a cheap shot artist instead uses this chance to duck under with a rear waist lock and quickly pulls Wilder into a school boy.  Cassius rolls through and pulls up the legs of Erron Wilder trying to lock him into a standing submission hold!  Wilder bends his knees and shoves Cassius off into the ring ropes.  Cassius leaps up onto the second ropes and spins around…

SSLLAAMM!!!

…connecting with a springboard kick across the jaw of Erron Wilder.  Wilder hits the mat hard but rolls back up to his feet quickly.

JOHNSON: “Quick moves there by Victor Cassius as he tries to keep Wilder off balance.”

VASSA: “And that keeps those ladies of him impressed.”

JOHNSON: “That too.”

Wilder spins around in time just long enough to catch a leaping dropkick from Cassius to the side of his head once again putting him onto the ground.  Cassius charges towards the ropes and leaps high into the air with a knee extended…

SSLLAAMM!!!

…only to crash into the mat knee first as Wilder is able to move out of the way.  Cassius holds his knee in some serious pain as Wilder is able to bring himself back up to his feet with use of the ring ropes.  This give Cassius enough time to take a running charge at Wilder…

JOHNSON: “NO!  Backbody drop by Erron Wilder and that sends Victor Cassius high up and over the top ropes!!”

VASSA: “Cassius taking flight, but didn’t hit the floor instead he landed right on the ring apron on the outside of the ring.”

JOHNSON: “Hard fall indeed there by Victor Cassius, he might have caught mostly his shoulder on that one.”

Wilder moves to the outside of the ring where Victor Cassius is laying on the ring apron.  Wilder pulls Cassius back up to a standing position using that shoulder as a way to really inflict on a simple pull up.  In a show of strength Erron Wilder hooks the arm of Victor Cassius and lifts him high up into the air on the ring apron…

TTHHUUDD!!!

…dropping Cassius onto ring apron with a brainbuster!  His head thumping off of the mat hard as Wilder falls feet first onto the floor throwing more force into the brainbuster.

JOHNSON: “Forty Winks Special!”

VASSA: “He’s going to be out for forty winks after that one.”

JOHNSON: “I think that’s why the name was named th– oh, nevermind.”

VASSA: “Yeah, we’re acutally getting along during this match.”

Erron Wilder takes a moment to let that one sink in for the crowd before he slides back into the ring and waits for Victor Cassius to roll himself back under the bottom ropes and back to the inside of the ring.  Erron Wilder pulls Cassius back up to his feet in a violent motion tossing him into the corner following in and connecting with a flying body splash.  Cassius stumbles out of the corner as Erron charges up from behind him and…

SSLLAAMM!!!

…connects with a leaping bulldog!

JOHNSON: “Here’s the cover!”

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Victor Cassius just getting the shoulder up at the last second there.”

VASSA: “I’m surprised he still has anything left there, Erron has pretty much dominated here tonight hitting some really impressive moves.”

JOHNSON: “Looks like Cassius still has some figth left in him even after those shots.”

Erron Wilder goes to pull Victor Cassius back up to his feet, but Cassius goes low with a shot to the nuts that the referee did not happen to see.  Wilder doubles over in pain as Victor charges to the nearest corner of the ring leaping up quickly to the top rope, setting for only a moment as he leaps…

SSLLAAMM!!!

…connecting only with ground with a leaping leg drop attempt!!  Cassius’ rear end strikes the mat first which stuns him.

JOHNSON: “Nothing but mat!  That’s a hard landing there.”

VASSA: “All the pain shooting right up his backside through his spine, yeah I’m going to have to take care of his women tonight for him.”

Wilder is able to recover from having his jibbles nearly crushed as Cassius slowly makes his way back up to his feet as well.  Wilder charges and nails Cassius right into the gut with a running knee strike that leaves Cassius stumbling around holding his gut in pain.  Wilder slingshots himself into the ropes charging off with a head full of steam connecting with another knee strike, this time to the back of Victor Cassius!!  Cassius crumples to his knees in the middle of the ring from the wicked impact.  Wilder then builds up another head full steam charging towards Cassius for a third time, this time connecting with a vicious knee strike to the side of Victor’s face!!  From the impact Cassius just falls down!!

JOHNSON: “Wilder just running errands all over his opponent!”

VASSA: “Oh, I get it… running errands.  Like Erron.”

JOHNSON: “We’re still getting along, remember?”

VASSA: “Yes, I remember.”

JOHNSON: “Here’s the cover…”

ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Cassius got his leg onto the ropes!  Wow, what a presence of mind to just stick your foot out there and get the ropebreak.”

VASSA: “He might just be twitching, honestly.”

JOHNSON: “That’s true.  But still, great twitch!”

Cassius doesn’t seem all that awake as Erron Wilder pulls him back up to his feet once again, with a motion towards the crowd Wilder spins around Cassius and double underhooks the arms to a standing Victor Cassius and then with an impressive show of strength lifts him up and over…

SSLLAAMM!!!

…crashing him to the mat with a backslider driver!!  Cassius takes all impact from that move onto his head and shoulders.

JOHNSON: “Just Deserts!  When Wilder hits that move it’s pretty much over, here’s the cover…”

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “And your winner, in an impressive match here tonight, Erron Wilder.”

VASSA: “He was good, I’ll give him that, but can he match up against Unstable?  Can anyone, honestly?”

Once again “Blood, Milk and Sky” by White Zombie begins to play out over the arena as the referee lifts the arm of Erron Wilder high into the air giving him the victory here tonight over Victor Cassius.

 

 

The scene switches backstage to find Bryan Williams striding purposefully toward the medical area. He yanks back the curtain, startling the two personnel within who are busy cleaning up bloody gauze and used tools. Laying on one of the gurneys is his tag partner, Aidan Carlisle, who is partially cleaned up after her match. Still in her ring gear, her exposed skin is covered in bandages, butterfly tape, and some stitches. Upon spotting him, Aidan offers a little smile.

CARLISLE: “Hey.”

Bryan gives her a pointed once-over before he speaks.

WILLIAMS: “Way to lay down on the job.”

Aidan laughs for a moment, then groans, putting a hand on her ribs.

CARLISLE: “Fuck you, I already did my job. I get to lay down now.”

WILLIAMS: “You’re fuckin’ crazy, you know that right?”

CARLISLE: “I’ve heard that a time or two, yeah. But what are you doing back here checking on me? You’ve got your own match to prepare for.”

WILLIAMS: “Just making sure you’re still alive. You basically tried to murder each other, so I’d figure I would come in and see if you still had a pulse.”

Using a damp wash cloth from the tray beside her, Aidan carefully wipes at the dried blood on her face. A few silent moments pass before she gives a slight shake of her head and a smirk.

CARLISLE: “Well, Nana, as you can see, I’m still kicking. You don’t need to hang around here and fuss. Go get ready. Watch all the fireworks later for me. I don’t think these guys are going to let me out of here in time to see the show for myself, so I’ll be expecting a play by play.”

WILLIAMS: “You got it.”

Bryan turns to leave, but pauses after Aidan throws the rag at his back.

WILLIAMS: “Yeah?”

CARLISLE: “Good luck.”

WILLIAMS: “I don’t need it.”

CARLISLE: “I know.”

Bryan smirks and nods before he steps out and draws the curtain closed once more. The scene fades as he heads back toward his locker room.

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
CJ O’DONNELL VS. TANYA BLACK

JOHNSON: ”Well shit is crazy backstage like it always is.”

VASSA: ”Since when has it not?  Why do you think I arrive here early and don’t bother going in the back during the show?!  There’s no telling what kind of fucked up shit would happen to me!”

JOHNSON: ”That wouldn’t be ideal, though.  At least everyone isn’t stupid enough to put their hands on an announcer as we are kind of important.”

VASSA: ”No shit, cause nobody wants a 90 day suspension, right?”

JOHNSON: ”Well folks, it’s about that time for another 4CW Tournament round one match up, this one featuring The Unstable’s CJ O’Donnell taking on The Order’s Tanya Black!  Let’s send it to Powers for the start of this match!”

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

“When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won’t regret when the sun sets
Cause I live my life like I’m a beast
I’m a mothafucking beast”

“Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I’m a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire”

“I’m a motherfucking beast”

As the beginning notes of “Beast” begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, “The Distinguished” slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing “The Unstable”! He is “THE DISTINGUISHED” CEE JAY OOOOOO… DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”

As O’Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

“I’ma motherfucking beast
I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

“I’m a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain’t no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That’s how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street”

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.

“I’ma I’ma fuckin’ beast!
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

I’m a motherfucking beast!”

JOHNSON: ”CJ is looking for a rebound tonight after losing a chance of capturing the 4CW Tag Team Championships with Cyrus Riddle.”

VASSA: ”Not to mention that The Order had a hand in the loss that CJ and Cyrus suffered at Winter Wasteland.  I don’t think I want to be Tanya in this situation.”

The video screen lights up with beautiful images of Angels though all their wings are black mixed with footage of Tanya Black wrestling as we hear the opening of “City Of Heroes” by Kiske & Somerville. After a moment out emerges Tanya Black causing a big pop from the audience.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Albuquerque, New Mexico by way of Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, she is “The Sinful Angel”, TANYA BBLLAACCKK!!!”

Waving to the fans and shaking a few hands she takes her time getting to the ring, all smiles and upon entering the ring does a dance for the fans before mounting each turnbuckle in turn and bowing in respect to the audience as the song winds down. Once the song ends Tanya Black faces the center of the ring and stretches out her neck and shoulders.

JOHNSON: ”Tanya looks pretty confident here tonight and she doesn’t appear to be afraid of O’Donnell.”

VASSA: ”God bless her soul, then.  She may be confident, but she knows that this is not going to be an easy match and she’s going to have to fight hard if she wants to dodge CJ’s wrath and CJ’s claim to a next round bid.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings as CJ doesn’t waste any time as he charges at Tanya and plows her down to the mat with a vicious clothesline.  CJ looks down at Tanya and shouts something at her as he makes a statement that nobody messes with him and gets away with it.  Tanya gets back to her feet quickly as she is greeted with a straight elbow shot to the jaw.  CJ grabs Tanya and takes her down into the mat with a DDT.  CJ goes for the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”CJ inserting his frustration in this match early.”

VASSA: ”This is what I was worried about.  CJ is a beast and Tanya isn’t going to be given the opportunity to keep CJ down.”

As CJ lowers himself to pick Tanya up, Tanya brings up her leg and kicks CJ in the back of the head.  CJ grabs the back of his head as this gives Tanya the chance to get back to her feet.  CJ turns around and faces Tanya but he doesn’t get a chance to react as Tanya takes CJ down with a scoop slam.  Tanya flings CJ into the corner turnbuckle and takes a few steps back before charging at CJ and connecting with a missile dropkick that causes CJ to fall as his back rests up against the turnbuckle.  Tanya continues the opportunity as she dives and slams into CJ’s chest with a double knee.  Tanya drags CJ away from the ropes and drops down for the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Tanya starting to build some momentum here!  CJ might just be in trouble!”

VASSA: ”Don’t get me wrong, Tanya looks impressive!  If she can knock off CJ here tonight, it would be HUGE for her!  She’s going to have to keep CJ guessing and leaving him vulnerable.”

As CJ gets to one knee, Tanya grabs him again and takes him down with an armbar.  Tanya looks to lock CJ in a Boston Crab, but CJ pushes Tanya away with his foot.  CJ gets back to his feet as Tanya continues to stay on the offensive, she goes for a clothesline, but CJ ducks as both of them bounce off the ropes opposite to each other.  CJ comes back at Tanya and before she can strike, CJ takes plants her into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.  CJ ricochets off the ropes and then follows it up with a leg drop into Tanya.  CJ goes for the pin.

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”And Tanya’s resilience continues!  That was a sick leg drop from CJ!”

VASSA: ”These two stars know what this match means for both of them!  CJ looks like he’s starting to reorganize his offensive momentum.”

As Tanya is still down in the center of the ring, CJ stands right above her head as he raises his knee and drops it straight into the face of Tanya.  CJ grabs Tanya and sends her back down into the mat with a back drop.  CJ climbs to the second rope and then jumps off to send another vicious, but this time, bigger leg drop into Tanya before covering her again.

ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Tanya kicks out!  Unbelievable!  She barely kicked out of the last leg drop!”

VASSA: ”Man fuck those leg drops!  How can anyone speak after those drops?  Doesn’t make sense to me.”

CJ continues his assault on Tanya as she gets to her knees.  CJ attempts an ensuguri, but Tanya ducks as CJ flops to the mat.  Tanya quickly gets back to her feet as she hits a thunderous reverse neckbreaker on CJ.  CJ rolls to his feet as Tanya runs at him and goes for an ensuguri of her own and connects!  As CJ starts to fall, Tanya grabs him and sends him hard into the mat with a sideslam.  Tanya hooks the leg as the ref counts.

ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Holy shit, Tanya almost had him right there!  Tanya is pulling out all the stops tonight!”

VASSA: ”Luckily for CJ, he kicked out just in time!  CJ is always aware of his surroundings and he’s very well adapted to being alert.  If Tanya keeps this up, she could prove to be too much for CJ after all!”

With Tanya already back to her feet and CJ pulling himself back up to his, both competitors meet in the center of the ring before an exchange of lefts and rights occur.  This occurs for a few moments as neither are letting the other get the upperhand.  Tanya goes for a hip toss, but instead, CJ counters and sends Tanya spiraling into the mat with a hurricanarona.  As Tanya starts to get back up, CJ grabs her from behind and goes for the Distinguished Plex but Tanya is flipped and she lands on her feet behind CJ.  This shocks CJ as he turns around and is grabbed by Tanya as she springboards off the ropes and before she can hit a DDT, CJ actually shoves her off him and Tanya hits the mat hard.  CJ grabs her from behind again and this time, connects with the Distinguished Plex.  CJ drops down and covers Tanya.

ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”What a match this has turned out to be!  Tanya simply won’t give up and CJ is trying everything he can to put her away and it’s not working!”

VASSA: ”Who the fuck would have thought that this match would go on as long as it has?!  Good representation by two members of The Unstable and The Order!”

CJ has had enough as he is clearly frustrated that Tanya’s life is still beating in this match.  CJ stands opposite corner as he signals for the end.  Tanya slowly gets back to her feet not aware of the danger she is in.  As Tanya turns around, CJ charges at her and goes for the Irish Knowledge but Tanya maneuvers out of the way!  CJ hits the corner turnbuckle and collapses as Tanya knows this is her time to strike now.  Tanya heads to the top rope as she measures CJ from above.  Tanya jumps off and connects with the Heavenly Descents!  Tanya hooks the leg of CJ and goes for a cover.

ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”UNBELIEVABLE!  CJ kicks out and Tanya was just a split second away from winning right there!  Both these competitors giving it their all and that just goes to show everyone just how much this 4CW tournament is all about!”

VASSA: ”Yet I still don’t understand…how has their necks NOT been broken yet with all those fucking leg drops?!  There is definitely a sense of urgency though in this match and both Tanya and CJ know it!”

Tanya shakes her head as she clearly has had enough of these close calls against CJ.  She picks him up from the mat and hits a Russian leg sweep capping him into the mat.  Tanya heads to the top rope again as CJ is holding the back of his head.  Tanya dives off and goes for a top rope splash but CJ moves out of the way!  Tanya holds onto her chest as CJ slowly gets to his feet.   Tanya struggles as she gets back to her feet still gripping her chest.  Tanya turns around and runs right into CJ, who connects to her with the Irish Knowledge.   CJ slowly drops down and hooks the leg of Tanya.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, CJ OOOOOO…DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”What a match that was!  CJ picks up the victory in a well earned, hard match up and moves on in the next round of the 4CW Tournament!”

VASSA: ”That’s what I’m fucking talking about!  Exciting match ups ALWAYS get me excited!  This is what 4CW is all about!!  Tanya gave everything she had and almost took down CJ, but CJ just had a little bit more.”

JOHNSON: ”Great performances by both individuals tonight!  Let’s now send it backstage!”

 

4CW cameras are stationed backstage, in the locker room of Cyrus Riddle. As he stands inches away from Rorie Steele, looking down at her slightly, he is shaking his head.

RIDDLE: “I thought I asked you to sort my bag when you brought it in here. Why haven’t you done it yet?”

Rorie sighed and rolled her eyes.

STEELE: “I did sort it… didn’t I? Your stupid pants are on the left and t-shirts on the right. Sorted.”

RIDDLE: “No, I said I wanted them sorted according to ensemble. Whole outfits put together. My pre-match clothes on the left, match gear in the middle, and post-show clothes on the right. Now, I understand that there’s more fabric in one of my t-shirts than what you wear entirely, but that’s no reason to negate proper instructions.”

STEELE: “Ohhhh-kay, really? You’re so fucking high maintenance, it’s ridiculous! You’re worse than me! Who the fuck requires clothes to be laid out like that?”

Cyrus laughs, placing a hand on her shoulder.

RIDDLE: “Well, I don’t usually, but seeing as how I have you now, I figured I’d give it a go.”

She twisted her body out of his touch. First time for everything. She snarled at him, eyes slit.

STEELE: “This is bullshit.”

Cyrus smirks, running his index finger along his bottom lip as he looks up at her with his head slightly down. He laughs a bit, but gets closer to her, speaking in somewhat of a whisper.

RIDDLE: “No, bullshit is you bringing this on yourself in the first place. Bullshit is trying to blackmail someone who had no ill intentions toward you. This is all a dose of what you deserve.”

She pushed him away from her, annoyed by his closeness.

STEELE: “You’re a piece of work, Riddle. Get out of my face.”

RIDDLE: “Stand in front of me.”

He points to the area immediately in front of him.

STEELE: “No.”

His eyebrows raised.

RIDDLE: “Yes.”

She crossed her arms over her chest.

STEELE: “No.”

RIDDLE: “Alright then.”

Cyrus reaches into the pocket of his dress pants and pulls his phone out.

RIDDLE: “If you’ll excuse me, I have some information to release to public.”

Rorie clenched her teeth.

STEELE: “You wouldn’t dare…”

An arrogant smile forms on Cyrus’ face.

RIDDLE: “Funny that you think I wouldn’t.”

He begins to type on his phone while speaking words out loud.

RIDDLE: “The truth about Rorie…or Rorz, I should say…”

She quickly moves over to him, placing a hand over his phone, so he can’t see it. She is now standing in front of him.

STEELE: “Fine. What do you want?”

RIDDLE: “I want to know why you came at me two weeks ago.”

STEELE: “With what? The whole blackmail thing?”

Cyrus nodded, waiting for her explanation.

STEELE: “I wanted.. exactly what you’ve made me. But I knew I wasn’t going to get that by just asking. I enjoy having power over people. And I thought you’d be easy prey. Since getting into your pants was easy as fuck as well.”

RIDDLE: “Wow… so naive. Love, it’s so much easier to get to my cock than it is to get into my mind. Next time you should do your homework.”

STEELE: “Well clearly I did the wrong fucking homework. It’s over and done with. I fucked up. For once I admit I fucked up. And this… This fucking bullshit is my punishment.”

Cyrus shrugs.

RIDDLE: “It may be bullshit, but I can only imagine what you would have me do. So, that being said, my word stands. You do as I say, and you listen with a little less back talk, and you will get some things that you want if I see to provide it.”

STEELE: “Me? Less back talk? Good fucking luck.”

She rolled her eyes. Cyrus begins to show signs of frustration.

RIDDLE: “Listen, I’m becoming really tired from this game you play. If your personal information means so little to you, then I can just tell the world right now. Otherwise, I say, you do, and force a smile whether you care to or not. How does that sound?”

Rorie clenched her teeth again, her annoyance obvious.

STEELE: “Fine. I will do my best. I need this secret kept…”

RIDDLE: “Alright then… fuck the sorting, I have something else for you.”

STEELE: “… What?”

Cyrus smiles mischievously.

RIDDLE: “I’m sure you aren’t thinking I forgot about my little poll from Monday.”

STEELE: “Motherfucker…”

She glares at him, not liking what he’s referring to.

RIDDLE: “It’s obvious you need to be kept on a tight leash.”

STEELE: “And it’s obvious you’re a masochist.”

She shook her head at him.

STEELE: “And that’s fucking sad.”

Cyrus laughs.

RIDDLE: “Sadomasochist love. I like to inflict and receive pain. Is there a problem?”

While that generally would have interested her, she showed pure annoyance still.

STEELE: “The problem is I fucking hate you. And you’re a dick. But get it fucking over with so this night ends.”

Cyrus reaches into his bag and removes a choker with a leash attached, both all black. He holds it up to her.

RIDDLE: “We’ll have to come up with a reward system if you start listening more. That, or I’ll have to get a ball gag to put in your mouth so you shut it from time to time.”

STEELE: “Oh fuck no… I draw the line at that bullshit right there!”

She turns away from him, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance.

RIDDLE: “Put it on or I will put it on you myself.”

STEELE: “Fuck that. I’m not putting it on myself. That’s even worse!”

RIDDLE: “Okay then.”

Cyrus walks up behind her placing a hand on her waist and whispering.

RIDDLE: “Is it better if I make it less forceful and more… intimate?”

She clenched her teeth, not moving away from him.

STEELE: “Fuck you…”

RIDDLE: “I think that’s your problem, yeah? You want me to do that. Explains your animosity.”

STEELE: “Whatever, Cyrus…”

She pushed her ass back against his crotch, using the movement to get him away from her. Cyrus rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

RIDDLE: “You live in denial, it seems. I tell you what… put this on, and I’ll do something for you.”

She turned her head, looking at him curiously.

STEELE: “What’s that?”

RIDDLE: “Whatever you want.”

STEELE: “I want to not be your slave.”

RIDDLE: “Alright… something other than that.”

STEELE: “Fine then. I want this.”

She reaches her hand down, grabbing his crotch. Same old Rorie. Cyrus makes a noise comparable to a mild grunt, his face turning a light red, but a smirk forming.

RIDDLE: “Put the leash on then.”

She stares up at him, a blank look on her face. She grabs the collar and leash from him, putting them around her neck. Cyrus placed his hands on her hips.

RIDDLE: “Good… now, take it off and I will let your secret out. Keep it on, and I might just make it worth your while. Now, I need to get ready for tonight.”

She slit her eyes up at him, clearly angry.

STEELE: “Whatever.”

He sighed.

RIDDLE: “What now?”

STEELE: “What can I help you with… master…”

Her words came out like knives.

RIDDLE: “Don’t be a smartass. Kick this fucker out of here and I’ll let you help me get ready.”

Cyrus motions toward the camera. Rorie turns her head to glare at the camera man.

STEELE: “Get the fuck out…”

She growled at him, advancing towards him. The camera panned down and quickly cut.

 

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
DARRYL WALLACE VS. RORIE STEELE

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

“Window” by Let Go plays as the arena pulses with white light along with the guitar riff.  As the opening line begins Darryl walks through the curtain with a focused and determined look on his face.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring by way of The Open Road, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall, “Dirty” DARRYL WWAALLLLAACCEE!!!”

Darryl stands at the ready bouncing back and forth loosening up. As the Chorus begins he puts his hands up in a boxing pose and throws a few shadow punches before pulling his arms back like a window is opening and pushes his face forward with a goofy smile. He walks towards the ring with a smile, slapping hands and posing for selfies with fans before sliding into the ring. He stands at the center of the ring, spinning in circles with his arms in the air, hands balled into fists. After about three rotations he stops and shakes his head to try to cancel out being dizzy.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The lights dim, as “Sex Metal Barbie” by In This Moment starts to play. As the music starts to pick up, lights flash with the stammering sounds. A female figure comes out, hands in the air. Lights stream up behind her, her front still dark. As the first verse is sang, she turns her back to the crowd, arms still up. She spins around through the lyrics in a seductive dance, her silhouette showing off every asset.

“You know I heard I don’t belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let’s go!”

The lights flash forward, showing Rorie in all of her glory. She smirks at the crowd, walking down to the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall! She is “The Original Sex Kitten” and “Sweetest Ass in the Game”, RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”

She teases a few fans of her choosing as she goes. She walks to the steps, climbing up. She slowly bends her body forward to get into the ring. When finally inside, she goes to each post, getting up on the turnbuckle to blow kisses to the crowd.

JOHNSON: “Here we are ladies and gentlemen with another round one match of the tournament.”

VASSA: “It’s going to be a good one at that, a delight for all the fans watching. I could look at her all day long.”

JOHNSON: “Get your head out of the gutter, Vinny!”

VASSA: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

JOHNSON: “Up next we have Darryl Wallace and Rorie Steele going head to head. Only one will walk out of here tonight and advance to round two of the tournament. Which one will it be?”

VASSA: “I see this match going either way to be honest. Both had quite a few nasty things to say about the other over this last week and now it’s time to leave it all in the ring.”

JOHNSON: “I couldn’t have said that better myself.”

After checking with both corners and receiving the nods, the official signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell silences, both wrestlers walk out of their corners and approach each other in the center of the ring. Standing tall, Darryl looks down to Rorie, clearly towering her by a foot. Out of nowhere, Darryl takes a swing for her head but comes up short as Rorie ducks underneath at the last spilt second. She then fires back and an elbow to the mid-section followed up with knife edge chop across the chest. Firing back immediately, Darryl catches her in the shoulder with a hard right, nearly knocking her over to her side. After grabbing ahold of her and pulling her in closely, Darryl wraps her up and lifts her above his head as if attempting a powerbomb. Before he can make his next move, Rorie wiggles out of his clutches and then wraps her legs around his head before falling backwards and turning her body, throwing him across the ring with a headscissors takedown.

Darryl crashes to the canvas and rolls towards the ropes while Rorie quickly pushes herself back to her feet. Grabbing ahold of the ropes, Darryl begins pulling himself up but before he can stand, Rorie races in and hits him between the shoulders with a double axe handle. Ignoring her, Darryl continues pulling himself up as Rorie hits him with another double axe handle. After landing the second one, Darryl pauses for a moment but on both feet. Rorie then raises both hands above her head and slams them down with a third double axe handle across the back. She then grabs ahold of his head and presses his face against the top rope before dragging him along towards the corner, giving him a face rake with the rope. Once near the corner, she pulls his head up from the rope and then slams it down face first into the top turnbuckle.

VASSA: “Earlier this week she was just talking about the shape of his head. I guess she’s trying to mold it into something she feels looks a tad better.”

JOHNSON: “Either that or she’s trying to rearrange his face!”

Rorie then turns Darryl around and slams him back first into the corner. Grabbing onto the same top rope with both hands, she then uses it for leverage as she drives her foot into his stomach. She then climbs over Darryl and stands on the middle rope. Grabbing his head with one hands, she then draws back with the other and swings downward with force, connecting with a hard right to the face. Not letting up, she then begins swinging over and over as the fans count along with each landing blow.

“Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Ei–“

In a surge of energy, Darryl wraps his arms around Rorie’s waist and burst out of the corner, holding her up above his head. As he approaches the center of the ring, Darryl then drives her into the canvas with a running spinebuster. Popping up to his feet, Darryl then begins stomping on her repeatedly. Working his way to her lower body, Darryl stomps on her legs. Reaching down, he grabs ahold of her leg with both hands, jumps into the air and comes down driving his knee into hers. Rorie lets out a howling scream as the pain shoots up her leg. Standing tall, Darryl looks down with a smile on his face and then stomps on the same knee a few more times.

He then grabs her by the head and slowly rolls her over to her stomach before pulling her up to her feet. Locking his arm around her head, Darryl grabs the back of her tights and then lifts her upside down into the air. Holding her up for a few brief moments, Darryl walks around the ring effortless. He then falls backwards and drops her to the canvas with a stalling vertical suplex.

JOHNSON: “Darryl made that look easy.”

VASSA: “Of course he did! He’s double her weight and stands a foot taller than she does.”

JOHNSON: “There is a remarkable size difference between the two.”

VASSA: “You can say that again but she definitely looks a lot better than he does.”

Darryl rolls over and then crawls on top of Rorie for the pin as the official quickly rushes in for the count.

ONE
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TWO

Before the official can even begin going for the three count, Rorie gets a shoulder up and breaks up the pin. Darryl then pushes himself up and grabs her underneath the arm. After pulling her up to both feet, he then connects with a powerful overhead right to the top of her head. He then whips Rorie to the ropes and as she comes back with speed, Darryl tries to take her head off with a clothesline.

VASSA: “He missed!”

Rorie continues towards the opposite ropes and hits them hard before coming back on the rebound. After turning around and locking his eyes on her, Darryl then goes for a big boot but misses yet again as Rorie drops to the mat and slides underneath his leg. Popping back to her feet behind Darryl, Rorie runs to the ropes and comes back before he has a chance to turn around. Leaping into the air, Rorie then wraps her arm around Darryl’s head and drives his face into the mat with a bulldog. Rolling over to his back, Darryl holds his face with both hands, leaving Rorie free to get back to her feet without any altercations.

Seeing Darryl’s mid-section unguarded, Rorie then takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping into the air. She comes down onto Darryl’s stomach, driving both feet into it with a double foot stomp. Darryl’s body quickly curls up as he begins gasping for air. Not letting up, Rorie grabs him by the head and uses all of her strength to pull him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist with both hands, Rorie then throws him to the corner on the far side of the ring. After watching Darryl crash into it, she then takes off running towards him. Closing in, she then does a somersault handspring, connecting with a back elbow to Darryl’s jaw.

JOHNSON: “Talk about perfection! Rorie just showed off her athleticism with that somersault handspring back elbow.”

VASSA: “Even though there is a rather large size difference between the two, she’s using her speed against him.”

JOHNSON: “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, size doesn’t matter.”

VASSA: “Ten bucks says it does with her.”

Stepping out of the way, Rorie looks on as Darryl stumbles out of the corner. She then runs up from behind and slides in front of him, reaches up and then wraps her arm around his head from underneath. Rorie then flips Darryl over to his back with a snapmare. Turning her head to the ring, she locks her eyes on the corner and quickly races over to it. After climbing to the top, she then leaps straight into the air and comes down with a frog splash.

JOHNSON: “NNOOO!!!”

VASSA: “Darryl got his knees up!”

Landing stomach first onto Darryl’s knees, Rorie bounces off and flips over to her back. Darryl then pushes himself up to his feet and paces around the ring for a moment, catching his breath, before closing in for another series of kicks and stomps. Darryl grabs a handful of hair and pulls her up to her feet before locking his arm around her head and hooking her leg. He then lifts her up from her feet and slams her to the mat with a fisherman’s suplex. With Rorie rolling around the mat holding her back, Darryl gets back up and then jogs towards her, leaps straight into the air and comes down with a knee drop to her ribs.

he then pops back up and paces the ring once more as a new wave of energy overcomes his body. With Rorie down, Darryl doesn’t waste any time and moves in on her. Grabbing her by the head, Darryl pulls her up to her feet and then whips her into the corner behind him with force. Rorie crashes back first into the corner as her feet lift up from the mat and then drops down to a seated position. Darryl then charges in full speed and aims for her head with a running boot.

JOHNSON: “I think Rorie is about to get Crush’d!”

VASSA: “I can’t look!”

JOHNSON: “OOOHHHHHH!!!”

As Darryl’s boot closes in, Rorie quickly rolls out of the way, leaving nothing to stop Darryl’s leg as it goes through the ropes and his crotch slams against the turnbuckle padding.

VASSA: “AAHHH!!!”

Darryl slowly pulls his leg back through the ropes as his face begins growing bright red. He back steps towards the center of the ring, slowly with baby steps. Meanwhile, Rorie pushes herself up and then charges towards him, laying him out in the center of the ring with a spear. Popping back up to her feet, she then hops over his body and runs to the ropes. Flipping over to her hands with a hand spring, her legs bounce off the ropes and shoot her backwards and back to her feet. She then does a back flip, executing the shining star press.

JOHNSON: “The Frankensteele!”

VASSA: “The big man is down!”

JOHNSON: “She’s going for the pin.”

After hooking Darryl’s leg with the cover, the official then slides in for the count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”

 

We shift backstage where Lo’Renzo Porter sits in his locker room unpacking his duffel bag. Noticing the camera crew has shown up Lo’Renzo begins to speak while still unpacking.

FLIPP: “Oklahoma City!!!”

He laughs.

FLIPP: “Man how y’all doing tonight? I know I’m feeling good Framo. Tonight is the night.”

He turns his head to look back at the camera.

FLIPP: “I know y’all having a good time out there, but more than that I know y’all happy to see me back in the ring tonight.”

There’s a tremendous cheer heard over the camera.

FLIPP: “Last show was Winter Wasteland and once again Four C Dub puts on another great show for the viewers. Tonight though, tonight is the start of this tournament to determine who gets a shot at the Four C Dub Championship.”

Lo’Renzo zipped the bag up and places it beside him before fully turning around to face the camera.

FLIPP: “It’s allot of talented people in this tourney man. Some have already been eliminated tonight and in a few it’s my chance to advance against Bronxy V.”

Lo’Renzo smiles before taking a seat on the stool that’s beside him.

FLIPP: “And if I do anything I don’t wanna let y’all down cuz I failed you all once.”

He shook his head.

FLIPP: “I don’t want to let that happen again. Just as much as I wanna go all the way and repent myself I know y’all want me to go all the way too. I know, and it’s not gonna be an easy task cuz nothing in Four C Dub is easy, and whoever wins outta me and Bronxy V has a great chance to go all the way.”

He paused as he adjust the collar on his tye-die button up.

FLIPP: “Ever since the Warzone Of Horrors I been waiting to redeem myself. I been wanting to make things right and Mr. Vaughn is giving me that chance. He’s giving us that chance, and I don’t wanna lose it. Just as much as y’all counting on me I’m counting on myself.”

He pointed to his chest.

FLIPP: “Because I don’t know when this chance will come again, and the only belt I wanna put around my waist is that Four C Dub strap for y’all. Not the Pride or XTV, but the Four C Dub Championship.”

He motions the belt around his waist.

FLIPP: “Bronxy is an amazing competitor. Over the weeks he’s been in some extreme measures type matches and has held his own in all of them. Tonight won’t be like that though as it’s just two men going head to head to advance, and if I lose this shot I don’t know what’s next cuz I only want that one thing.”

He stood from the stool, clearing his throat and continuing to speak.

FLIPP: “I don’t wanna hold y’all up much longer. It’s allot of more exciting matches to come tonight. In due time I’ll be out there in that ring and it’ll be go time. Time to bring the hope back. See ya out there. L.P out.”

He salutes toward the camera before it comes to a slow fade.

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. JETT WILDER

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim.  A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back.  The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival.  Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… ‘Mr. Executive’, BRIAN HHOOLLLLYYWWOOOODD!!!”

Hollywood tugs on his trench coat as he walks down the ramp.  As he does, a breeze  is released blowing his trench coat back and forth as he arrives to the apron near the ring.  Hollywood looks about the crowd and squints his eyes as if he’s looking carefully through out the crowd.  The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Hollywood makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring.  Hollywood looks about the ring before heading to the top rope and looking about the crowd.  Hollywood closes his eyes and slowly raises his hands on both sides as if to praise himself or being in a false sense of delusion that he is being praised by the crowd which gives off another mixed reaction.  Hollywood finally makes his way down as he takes off the trench coat and rests in the corner, awaiting for the sound of the bell.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.

VASSA: “Jett is coming off a tough loss at Winter Wasteland. He lost the Pride Championship to Chris Madison but now has a chance to move on to bigger things in the first round of the tournament.”

JOHNSON: “When one door closes another one opens and this is a fine example of that saying.”

VASSA: “Jett had his moments against Madison. He was the first person in 4CW to pin his shoulders to the mat for the three count. I hope he learned a lot from that match.”

JOHNSON: “He doesn’t have an easy contest tonight as he will be facing off against a former 4CW Tag Team Champion, someone who I personally am happy to see return to a 4CW ring, Brian Hollywood.”

VASSA: “It’s been quite some time since we’ve had the pleasure of seeing him compete in 4CW. It feels like old times.”

JOHNSON: “As long as The Order doesn’t interfere then we should have a good match on our hands.”

VASSA: “They’re not the only one’s we have to worry about. The Order, Hollywood more specifically, called out The Unstable. Let’s hope that they don’t ruin this fine match up we have on our hands.”

In the center of the ring, the official stands ready to get things underway. He checks with Hollywood first who quickly gives him the nod without the slightest hesitation. The official then turns to Jett who stands in his corner, eyes locked on Hollywood across the ring. After a short moment of nothing, the official snaps his fingers, grabbing Jett’s attention. With an irritated look on his face, Jett snaps his fingers in return before waving the official off. Shrugging his shoulders, the official then calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Hollywood makes his way to the center of the ring while not removing his eyes from Jett standing across from him. After stopping in the center, Hollywood waves for Jett to approach him but is disappointed as Jett remains in his corner, hesitant to leave it. Hollywood then turns to the outside of the ring where he locks eyes with Carmella. Blowing her a kiss, Hollywood then slowly cuts his eyes back to Jett with a cocky grin on his face.

In a fit of rage, Jett storms out of his corner and heads straight for Hollywood. Lunging forward, Jett takes a swing for Hollywood’s head only to have it blocked. Hollywood then fires back with a punch of his own but comes up short as Jett throws his other arm up and blocks it before contact. Jett then kicks Hollywood in the gut and knocks him back a step. Swinging forward, Jett connects with a hard right and then follows up with a quick left jab to Hollywood’s forehead. With Hollywood off balance, Jett then jumps into the air and hits Hollywood in the chops with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards and crashing to the mat.

With Hollywood down, Jett quickly gets back to his feet and then closes in on him before he can get up. Jett then kicks Hollywood in the side of the head and turns to the ropes to his right. After coming back with some speed, Jett then drops to the mat with a baseball slide and drives his foot into the side of Hollywood’s head. Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Hollywood rests on his back looking up at the ceiling while on the apron. Jett then pulls himself up with the ropes and holds onto them before kicking through them and knocking Hollywood down to the floor. With Hollywood on the outside now, the official then begins the ten count.

“One!”

JOHNSON: “Well that didn’t take long.”

VASSA: “What did you expect? Jett is sick and tired of people talking about or making gestures to his mom, even though she is fine as fuck.”

“Two!”

Jett begins yelling at the official, urging him to count faster.

“Three!”

VASSA: “You tell him Jett!”

“Four!”

Growing angry, Jett begins stomping his feet, demanding the official count faster but still nothing, the count pace remains the same.

“Five!”

Hollywood then pulls himself up by the apron and stands tall, looking through the ropes and at Jett in the ring, shaking his head back and forth.

“Six!”

Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Hollywood enters the ring and breaks up the official’s count.

JOHNSON: “You’re going to need to do more than that if you’re going to advance in the tournament Jett.”

VASSA: “If there’s an easy way to do something then why not?”

JOHNSON: “Shortcuts aren’t going to get you anywhere in 4CW, especially against someone like Brian Hollywood.”

Standing behind the ref, Jett looks across the ring at Hollywood as he stands to his feet. The official steps to the side but Jett follows behind, keeping the body between him and Hollywood. Growing irritated, the official turns around and points to the center of the ring, demanding Jett not follow him in the ring. Jett then begins to argue with the ref, buying time but keeping that body present as a barrier.

Clearly not amused, Hollywood takes it upon himself to walk over to the two and reach other the ref, grabbing Jett by the ear. He then drags Jett to the center of the ring where he unloads with a combination of punches and kicks, hitting Jett from all angles. Hollywood then finishes the combination with a stiff elbow strike to the side of Jett’s head, knocking him off balance. Stepping in behind Jett, Hollywood then wraps his arms around his waist, lifts Jett up from his feet, and drives him into the mat with a German suplex.

JOHNSON: “And after trying to stall the match, the momentum has now shifted away from Jett’s favor.”

VASSA: “Did you see that? He grabbed Jett’s ear and walked him to the center of the ring like a child.”

Back on his feet, Hollywood doesn’t waste a single second. After grabbing ahold of Jett’s arm, he pulls him up to his feet and quickly wraps him up. Lifting Jett off his feet, Hollywood then slams him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex variation. Covering Jett, Hollywood then hooks the leg as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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TW–KICKOUT!!!

Surprised at the quick kickout from Jett, Hollywood shrugs it off before standing tall. Pulling Jett up as well, Hollywood then goes to whip him to the ropes but Jett reverses and whips Hollywood to them instead. After hitting the ropes and coming back, Hollywood is then lifted off his feet, spun around, and dropped across Jett’s knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

With Hollywood down on his back, Jett pops back up and quickly races to the nearby corner. Climbing to the top, Jett overlooks the crowd, removing all of his attention away from the ring. Caught up in the moment, Jett begins showing off for the fans, leaving plenty of time for Hollywood to get back to his feet. Hollywood just stands back, looking on at Jett making a fool of himself. Jett then slowly turns around to face the ring and as he does, his eyes light up.

Jett then leaps from the top rope and goes for a flying crossbody.

JOHNSON: “He’s going for the Jett Plane!”

VASSA: “No he isn’t!”

Hollywood catches Jett in mid-air. Hollywood then positions Jett over his shoulder and then takes a few steps forward before slamming him to the mat with a running powerslam. As Hollywood pushes himself away from Jett and stands to his feet, Jett begins rolling back and forth, holding his chest in pain. Hollywood then backs up towards the nearby corner and patiently begins waiting.

JOHNSON: “And that’s what happens when you spend too much time showboating folks.”

VASSA: “Give the kid a break. He’s young and this is a big stage for someone as immature as him. He’s just living in the moment.”

JOHNSON: “You would think after losing the Pride Championship in a well fought match like he had would teach him a thing or two.”

VASSA: “He’s still learning. Just give him time and cut him some slack. Damn Steve!”

While Hollywood patiently waits in the corner, Jett finally begins to come to his senses. Standing back, Hollywood leaves him alone, allowing him to get to his feet. Once standing, Jett wobbles back and forth and as he turns to face Hollywood, his head is nearly taken off as Hollywood hits him right under the chin with a superkick.

JOHNSON: “The Executive Promise!”

VASSA: “Holy Hell!”

Jett falls flat on his back with a thud as the entire arena goes silent. Looking down at him with a smirk on his face, Hollywood then drops down to his knees before slowly making the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, BRIAN HHOOLLLLYYWWOOOODD!!!”

 

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed was still playing as Brian Hollywood steps into the back after his match with Jett Wilder. Things seemed a little quiet in the backstage area as he wipes the sweat from his face and looks up to see Chris Madison, CJ O’Donnell, Jason Cashe, and Cyrus Riddle standing in a line next to each other. Cashe begins slowly clapping as Hollywood slows down to a stop and stares at the members of Unstable.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Great….”

Letting out a sigh, Hollywood just moves along trying to mind his own business. He knew he was outnumbered against a group of men who he had taunted and sent mysterious messages to leading up to his return to 4CW. After the match he just had, he wasn’t expecting or looking for anymore trouble. At least not tonight but Unstable wasn’t looking to just let him walk away as they cut him off.

HOLLYWOOD: ”What? You want to fight? Fine..COME ON!!”

Chris Madison wearing his Pride Championship holds up a hand, signaling for Hollywood to calm down as Cashe partially sticks out his tongue before stepping out closer to Hollywood.

CASHE: ”Chill out Hollywood! Ain’t nobody here to put they hands on you. We juss wanna talk!”

Looking each member of Unstable in the eyes, Brian Hollywood knows he shouldn’t trust any of them but he plays it cool. If he could make it out of this without conflict then he could rest from the fight he’s already been in.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Talk then..”

CASHE: ”I mean really…If we were here to attack you would we REALLY sit around and give you time to think? We operate a LITTLE better than that.”

RIDDLE: ”Yeah Bruv, if we wanted you bloody and broken…you would be!”

O’DONNELL: ”I voted to just smash you and move on, we have bigger..”Orders” to rape and plunder..”

HOLLYWOOD: ”I’m not scared of you, not any of you or ALL of you at once..”

Their eyebrows raise as the members of Unstable begin to surround Brian Hollywood. He tenses up some, clinching his hands into fists, ready to defend himself if that’s where this was going.

CASHE: ”Like I said, we’re juss here to talk! Rather to give a fair and friendly warning..”

Looking rather perplexed by the idea of any of them giving something “friendly” to someone outside their ranks brought more suspicion than comfort.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Warning? Heh is there an outbreak I don’t know about and why would you warn me about anything?”

CASHE: ”Well it is a warning with your Health to think about..See we didn’t give Dakota a warning when we took him. Beat him and chained him up as our Prisoner. We usually DON’T give warning but…I like you! We have a history as allies so I asked of this favor from the men now surrounding you..”

Giving each of them a stern glance, Brian Hollywood still wasn’t backing down and he didn’t look impressed. As he looks back to Cashe, he shrugs.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Is that suppose to scare me Jason? Don’t give me a warning and you might put me down but I PROMISE I will take a few of you fuckers with me! There, that’s my warning to YOU..”

O’DONNELL: ”See? Fuck this dude!”

As the tension rises to its limits a voice grabs everyone’s attention.

JACE: ”What’s going on here?”

Everyone turns to see Jace Savage holding a folding chair in hand. Next to him is Tanya Black and Aamon also carrying Steel Chairs. Cashe turns back to Hollywood and gives him a slight grin.

CASHE: ”Like I said…a fair and friendly Warning. Our time will come Hollywood…You have yourselves a good night…”

Moving down the hall furthest from where The Order is standing, the members of Unstable leave the scene as Brian Hollywood moves over to his stablemates, possibly having missed a one sided assault.

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
LO’RENZO PORTER VS. BRONX VALESCENCE

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

“Glory” by Lil Wayne begins playing causing a stir of cheers as Lo’Renzo Porter steps out onto the stage dressed in ty-die knee length trunks and custom made blue and grey DC wrestling kicks. He taps his chest a few times before smiling, raising his left hand to his face.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring from St. Matthews, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, LO’RENZO PPOORRTTEERR!!!”

He begins making his way down the ramp, pausing to sign a few autographs before continuing his way to the ring, slapping hands as he does. He steps inside the ring where he spins in a circle before coming to a knee in the center of the ring. He crosses his chest before looking up and looking out at the crowd to his right.

He jumps up to his feet, jumping up and down getting the crowd hype before he crosses his chest and points up to the rafters once more. He runs up a turnbuckle before faking the back flip he normally does, instead he points out to the crowd before saluting them, taking his bandanna from around his dreads and throwing it into the crowd. Setting up in his corner he closes his eyes for a few seconds before letting out a deep breathe, waiting for the match to begin.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“What You Know About That” by TI hits over the house system as smoke fills the top of the entrance ramp. Bronx with his head down walks out to the top of the ramp to stand in the smoke for a moment before he pulls his hands up slowly pointing two finger guns at the ring. He pulls the trigger before he twirls the said “guns” and places them back into his “holsters” on either side before he starts his business like walk to the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Eastport, Maine, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet tall, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

He slides with one knee up on the apron, wipes his feet and then flips over the top rope into the ring. Bronx then walks over to the middle rope and stands on it, surveying the crowd through his sunglasses before he hops off and walks over to his corner where he kicks up, using the top turnbuckle like a hammock as he waits for the bell.

JOHNSON: “We’ve had an exciting night so far folks with the first round of the tournament.”

VASSA: “There have been some really, really competitive matches so far and this next one will be no different.”

JOHNSON: “We have Lo’Renzo Porter making his return to the ring after a brief leave of absence. He’s a former 4CW Pride Champion and now is going for the biggest prize in in the company, the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: “I’m glad to see Flipp back in a 4CW ring. I’ve missed my smoking buddy.”

JOHNSON: “Standing across from him we have Bronx Valescence who is coming off of a hellacious match against Jason Cashe at Winter Wasteland.”

VASSA: “The new XTV Championship has really pumped more life into the extreme division. I’m still somewhat shocked that Bronx wasn’t able to walk away with the title but then again, the man holding it is no push over and a bred gladiator.”

JOHNSON: “Bronx has had two weeks to recover from any injuries. I don’t know if he’s at one hundred percent but I guess we’ll find out as soon as the bell rings.”

VASSA: “This will also be the second time these two have met in the ring, if you count the Fright Night Warzone of Horrors.”

JOHNSON: “It wasn’t one on one but we’re about to get that match right here on Adrenaline!”

The official checks with Flipp in his corner who gives him the okay that he is ready to get things underway. Across the ring, Bronx removes his sunglasses and places them in his waistband. He then removes his jacket and reaches over the top rope, placing it onto the apron. The official checks in with him and as he does, Bronx imitates a gun with his hand and fires, giving the signal that he’s ready to get down to business. With both men ready, the official then raises his hand into the air before swinging it downward and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell silences, Flipp bounces out of his corner and makes his way to the center of the ring. Looking pumped up and ready for action, Bronx pushes himself out of the corner and makes his way there as well. The two stand toe to toe, looking each other in the eyes as the tension begins to build and the anticipation of the crowd grows. The two then begin circling one another in the center of the ring and making the first move, Flipp lunges forward to lock up. After a short power struggle, Flipp then gains leverage as he begins pumping his legs as if they were pistons, driving Bronx backwards across the ring.

Bronx’s back hits the ropes and as it does, the two release the hold. Out of nowhere, Bronx sucker punches Flipp in the mouth and then follows up with kick to the gut. With Flipp bent over, Bronx smashes his forearm across Flipp’s back, knocking him down to one knee. He then grabs Flipp by the head with both hands and pulls him back to both feet. Drawing one hand back, Bronx then swings forward with a hard right but doesn’t connect as Flipp blocks it at the last possible moment. Grabbing ahold of Bronx’s shoulders, Flipp then pulls Bronx into a knee driven into his stomach.

Locking onto Bronx’s wrist, Flipping pushes Bronx against the ropes for him to bounce off before whipping him across the ring. As Bronx hits the ropes across the ring, Flipp then takes off from stand still and rushes towards him. Jumping into the air, Flipp greets Bronx with a superman punch to the forehead, knocking him back in his tracks. Shaking off the blow, Bronx quickly takes notice as Flipp moves in with another punch aimed for his head. Ducking out of the way, Bronx fires back with a punch to Flipp’s ribs. Ignoring the sharp pain, Flipp fires back with a devastating elbow to Bronx’s chin, knocking him back first to the mat.

VASSA: “That didn’t take long at all!”

JOHNSON: “Flipp is off to a quick start ladies and gentlemen as he just hit Bronx with the Flippbow!”

VASSA: “It might be a little too early to seal the deal but I’m sure Bronx is definitely feeling the effects of that one!”

Flipp then reaches down and grabs ahold of Bronx’s foot. After turning him over, Flipp applies an ankle lock and cranks down on the pressure as Bronx releases a grunt from the pain. Bronx goes wild trying to break away from the hold, giving Flipp a hard time at keeping the move in tact. Able to keep his grip on Bronx’s foot, Flipp continues to apply the pressure with the ankle lock. The official drops down to one knee in front of Bronx to check for a submission but gets nothing as Bronx fights through the pain shaking his head back and forth as he refuses to submit.

A few moments pass with the move still locked in. Bronx then begins slowly turning his body while Flipp adjusts his grip to compensate. With his free leg above the one being held by Flipp, Bronx curls his knee to his chest before kicking it straight and driving his foot into Flipp’s face. Upon impact, Flipp loses his grip as he falls backwards to the mat. Bronx then rolls back over to his stomach and crawls away from Flipp to the other side of the ring. Grabbing onto the ropes, Bronx begins pulling himself up while Flipp also stands on the other side of the ring.

JOHNSON: “That could have been bad for Bronx but lucky for him, he was able to break out of that ankle lock.”

VASSA: “That’s a dangerous move. If Flipp really wanted to hurt him he needs to literally kick him in the ass where that Tony Stewart shirt was stapled at Winter Wasteland.”

With their eyes locked on one another from each side of the ring, the two then begin to make their way to the center. Bronx then fakes a right hand, forcing Flipp to throw up his arms to block and just as he realizes it was a fake and lowers them, Bronx hits him in the chops with a spinning heel kick. Flipp stumbles backwards and just as he regains his footing, Bronx rushes in and hits him with a running European uppercut, knocking him backwards even further. As Flipp comes to a stop, Bronx charges in and hits him with another running European uppercut. Flipp stumbles backwards and hits the ropes, bouncing off the them and falling forward into a third running European uppercut, this time knocking him down to the canvas.

Bronx then begins stomping on Flipp repeatedly until grabbing him by the head and pulling him up to a seated position. Turning to the ropes, Bronx takes off towards them and as he comes back with speed, Bronx jumps up and plants both feet into the side of Flipp’s head, hitting him with a running dropkick. Bronx then climbs the nearby corner and stands at the top, ignoring the crowd and an opportunity to showboat. Instead, he keeps his attention focused on Flipp and then leaps up into the air only to come down with leg drop across Flipp’s throat, pinning his head to the mat as his feet shoot straight into the air.

VASSA: “No showing off for the fans?”

JOHNSON: “This is a big match. Even though it’s only the first round of the tournament, it’s a big match if Bronx wants to climb the ladder for an opportunity to challenge for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: “Listening to him speak earlier we knew he was going to take this serious. But he also said he was going to have fun out here in the ring.”

JOHNSON: “There is a time and place for everything, Vinny.”

Back on his feet, Bronx pulls Flipp up and walks him to the center of the ring where he then stomps on Flipp’s foot. Moving in behind Flipp, Bronx then wraps him up and goes to lift him for a German suplex but Flipp quickly hooks his leg with his. Pulling his leg away from Flipp’s, Bronx then goes for it again but can’t get Flipp off his feet as he locks his leg with his once again. Flipp then throws an elbow back and hits Bronx in the mouth, briefly stunning him. Grabbing onto Bronx’s hands, Flipp then rips them away from each other and breaks the hold.

Spinning around in an instant, Flipp hits Bronx with a roundhouse kick that sends him stumbling backwards to the mat. Flipp then leaps into the air and lands on top of Bronx only to then unload with a series of punches, landing each and every one across Bronx’s head. Pushing himself up, Flipp then pulls Bronx up and then lifts him horizontally into the air. Dropping down to one knee, Flipp hits Bronx with a vicious backbreaker. Instead of letting Bronx fall over to the mat, Flipp holds him up and pushes himself back to his feet. He then wraps Bronx up with both hands and lifts him up only to slam him back down with a belly to belly suplex. With Bronx still in his clutches, Flipp works himself back up and drags Bronx up along for the ride. Flipp then places Bronx’s head between his legs and wraps him up by the waist before lifting him into the air and slamming him back down with a powerbomb.

VASSA: “Now that is a combination!”

JOHNSON: “It was rather impressive if I do say so myself. Flipp took Bronx for a ride with a backbreaker to a belly to belly suplex to a powerbomb.”

VASSA: “You don’t see those kinds of things often, at least with those three impactful moves back to back to back.”

With Bronx down on his back, Flipp turns to the corner and slowly ascends to the top. After turning around to face Bronx, Flipp then leaps into the air and does a front flip. After a full rotation, he comes down with a frog splash.

JOHNSON: “OH NO!!!”

VASSA: “Bronx rolled out of the way!”

TTHHUUDD!!!

Before Flipp can land the frog splash, Bronx rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but canvas for Flipp to eat. Both men are now down as the official begins to the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

JOHNSON: “The ball was in Flipp’s hands but now we have both men down for the count!”

“Three! … Four!”

VASSA: “He had Bronx right where he needed him but was just a split second too late on executing.”

“Five!”

Both men begin to slowly move around the mat.

“Six!”

As the official continues the his count, Flipp and Bronx then start to push themselves up slowly.

“Seven!”

Getting to one knee, Flipp looks over to Bronx who is pushing himself up to his.

“Eight!”

JOHNSON: “Someone needs to stand or this thing is going to end in a double count out.”

VASSA: “What happens then? Someone get a bye in round two?”

Flipp then stands to his feet and as Bronx begins standing to his, Flipp rushes in towards him.

JOHNSON: “Here we go!”

Flipp then swings for Bronx’s head with a hard right. Ducking out of the way, Bronx then wraps his arm underneath Flipp’s and across his chest. With Flipp in his clutches, Bronx then falls backwards, planting Flipp’s face into the canvas with a modified reverse STO.

VASSA: “DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: “And with a quick counter, Bronx lays Flipp out with Valescence’s Victory.”

Rolling Flipp over to his back, Bronx then makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “And the winner by pinfall, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

 

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
WHISPER VS. CYRUS RIDDLE

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

Lights flicker as the song “Angels Holocaust” by Iced Earth starts to play and Whisper appears walking out of the curtain. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty eight pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! She is “The Arch Angel of Wrestling”, WWHHIISSPPEERR!!!”

She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up. Inside the ring, she walks to her corner and awaits the sound of the bell.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines upon the entrance curtain as the opening chords of “I’m Not Jesus” by Apocalyptica begin to play.

“Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and comb your hair
Save your soul tonight.”

As the chords play once again, Rorie Steele walks out from behind the curtain wearing an English flag corset with matching boy shorts, looking over her shoulder toward the back.

”Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am.”

Cyrus Riddle smoothly emerges from behind the curtain with his sunglasses affixed to his face, as well as donning a snarky grin as he raises his middle and index fingers to the crowd, his black and grey trenchcoat settling as he grabs the hand of a reluctant Rorie.

“Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?”

The pair begins to walk to the ring with a swagger in his step and a cocky expression of confidence, with her scowling at the crowd.

“When you world comes crashing down
I want to be there
If God is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus
Jesus wasn’t there!

“You confess it all away
But it don’t mean shit to me
If God is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus
I will not forgive!”[/I]

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Rorie Steele, hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, he is “The Archetype,” “The Epitome of Excellence,” “The King of Clunge,” and the “Master of Steele”… CYRUUUUUS RRIIIIIIIDDLLE!!!”

Riddle gets to the ring steps and allows Rorie to walk up before he does, maintaining his hold on her hand as he follows and they both make their way to the middle of the ring apron. He releases her hand and holds his arms outward, his index and middle fingers sticking up on both hands as his head tilts back.

“When your whole world comes undone
Let me be the one to say
I’m not Jesus
You can’t run away!”

Cyrus’ arms lower and his sights focus on Rorie as he motions for her to hold the ropes open for him. She sits on the middle rope and pushes the top up as much as she can, allowing him to enter the ring. He walks to the middle and waits for her as she enters between the bottom and middle ropes, standing behind him. She reaches around him and grabs the front of his trenchcoat, taking it off of him before walking to the front to remove his sunglasses.

He winks at her as she holds the items in her hand and arms, then walks to the corner with him while he mouths off toward the crowd. He presses the bottom rope down with his foot and lifts the middle rope up for her to exit and descend the steps after she places his coat and glasses down by the post, watching her attentively before she takes her place right next to the apron while he comfortably props himself up in the corner.

JOHNSON: “We have another cross brand match on our hands folks! Whisper comes to us from Fate and she will be taking on Adrenaline’s very own, Cyrus Riddle!”

VASSA: “Hold-fucking-shit! Oh my god! Look at Rorie!”

JOHNSON: “Get ahold of yourself, Vinny!”

VASSA: “It’s too late for me, Steve! The attraction is too hot to handle!”

JOHNSON: “Back on topic! Whisper comes from Fate with a ton of career experience. She’ll be putting it all on for show tonight in the first round of the tournament.”

VASSA: “Get it together Vinny, get it together.”

JOHNSON: “Are you talking to yourself?”

VASSA: “Yes I am, Steve. I’m trying to gain control of myself so I can focus on this very importa– JESUS SHE’S HOT!!!”

JOHNSON: “GET IT TOGETHER!!!”

VASSA: “I can’t help it. Let’s get on with the damn match!”

JOHNSON: “Try and pay attention please. She’s way out of your league.”

Inside of the ring, the official checks in with Whisper who gives him the nod. Looking over to Riddle, the official gets one instantly. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

The two then walk to the center of the ring where they then extend their hands and shake, showing respect for one another. After the formalities are over, they step back from one another and before you know it, Whisper spins around and catches Riddle in the side of the head with a heel kick. Off balance, Riddle stumbles backwards but maintains his footing and doesn’t go down to the mat. Whisper then rushes in and hits him across the chest with a chop. Not satisfied with just one, she hits him with another and another before going all out and unloading with a fury of chops across the chest.

Riddle then lunges towards her to lock up but comes up empty handed as she side steps out of the way and positions herself behind him. Wrapping Riddle up, Whisper lifts him up from his feet and hits him with an inverted atomic drop. Riddle’s body straights up as he takes a couple of steps forward with the pain shooting up his spine. Whisper then grabs him by the back of the head and trunks and walks him towards the corner before throwing him into it.

With Riddle back in the corner, Whisper rushes in and hits him with a forearm shot to the chops, whipping his head back. She then latches onto the top rope with both hands and uses it for leverage as she begins kicking him in the stomach over and over, until slowly breaking him down into a seated position. She then places her foot on the side of his face and extends her leg, dragging her foot from one side to the other. After pulling her leg back, she pulls him up to his feet, away from the corner and then slams him back into it with force.

VASSA: “Damn this chick means business!”

JOHNSON: “She’s a seasoned vet. What did you expect, an amateur?”

VASSA: “She’s the type of woman I want to take home to mama!”

In the blink of an eye, Riddle latches on to Whisper’s head and then spins around, slamming her into the corner. After planting his foot into her mid-section, he then pulls her away from the corner and lifts her onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Walking to the center of the ring, Riddle then drops her with a neckbreaker right across his knee. Shuffling to his feet, he then crushes her with three consecutive knee drops to the shoulder.

Reaching down and grabbing her by the head, he pulls her up to her feet and then whips her to the ropes. Before he can let go, Whisper reverses the throw and goes to whip him instead. The crowd then pops as Riddle reverses her whip and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. Whisper quickly gets back up to her feet but before she can make a move, Riddle moves in with swiftness and drops her to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. He then covers her for the pin as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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.
TW–

VASSA: “NO!”

JOHNSON: “She isn’t going down without a fight!”

Standing to his feet, Riddle pulls Whisper up from the mat only to catch a stinging hand across the face as Whisper bitch slaps him. Shaking it off and looking a bit stunned, Riddle then fires back with a European uppercut but Whisper rolls out of the way and avoids the blow. Popping back to her feet, Whisper then slides in behind Riddle and wraps him up. Lifting him up from the mat, she then drops him back down with a belly to back suplex.

With Riddle on his back, Whisper quickly gets back up and then turns her back to face him. She then does a backflip and lands across his body with a standing moonsault. Hooking his leg, she then goes for the pin as the official sweeps in for the count.

ONE
.
.
TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Riddle breaks the pin. Whisper then delivers a forearm shot to the side of his face before standing back up. Grabbing him by the head, Whisper rolls Riddle over to his stomach and then pulls him up to one knee. She then pulls his head in while lifting her knee upward and driving it into his face. Not letting go, Whisper holds Riddle up and then pulls him to his feet. Locking her arm around his head, she then grabs ahold of the back of his trunks and lifts him up in a flash with a snap suplex.

VASSA: “And that’s why you don’t piss off a woman like Whisper! She’ll bitch slap you in an instant and then make you her bitch! JESUS I WANT A PIECE!!!”

JOHNSON: “First Rorie and now Whisper? You seriously have a problem. You should probably consider counseling of some sorts. I’m worried about you.”

VASSA: “I’m worried about you if you don’t think both of these ladies are beautiful.”

JOHNSON: “I’m not saying they aren’t. What I’m getting at is you sound a little creepy.”

VASSA: “I am seriously offended right now!”

On her feet, Whisper paces the ring with Riddle still down on his back. She then turns to the corner and rushes to it, climbing to the top. As soon as she stands and turns around to face the inside of the ring, a disappointed look comes across her face as she spots Riddle slowly climbing to his feet. Waiting patiently, she watches until he finally stands and then she leaps from the top and goes straight for his head with a missile drop kick.

TTHHUUDD!!!

Moving out of the way, Riddle avoids the drop kick and pushes her down to the mat, slamming her with force. Whisper rolls around the mat, holding her lower back after the hard fall. Grabbing her by the head, Riddle then pulls her up and steps in beside her before dropping her back down with a Russian leg sweep.

VASSA: “A Russian leg sweep from the Brit… he really is a goddamn Judas!”

JOHNSON: “It’s just a move, Vinny.”

VASSA: “Which happens to be named after a country that isn’t his. Show some pride for your country mate!”

JOHNSON: “If you say so…”

Riddle then pops back up and pulls Whisper up as well. Locking in a double underhook, he then lifts her up from the mat and slams her down with a double underhook suplex. He rolls across the ring before pushing himself on to then look back at Whisper who is getting up as well. Zooming into his face, you can read his lips as he looks on in disbelief, ‘that’s one tough bird’.

Riddle moves in quickly before she can fully stand, hitting her over the top of the back with a forearm smash. Locking onto her head, he then wraps his arm around it and grabs the back of her pants. Lifting Whisper into the air vertically, Riddle goes for a suplex but before he begins to even drop her to the mat, she slides out of his grip and lands to her feet behind him.

Whisper hits him in the back of the head with a forearm and then grabs ahold of his shoulder, spinning him around. After a kick to the stomach, Whisper then latches onto his wrist and whips him to the far corner. After watching him crash against the corner, Whisper takes off running towards him. She then does a handspring and after popping up, she turns her body with her elbow aimed right for his head.

VASSA: “Here comes the pain!”

JOHNSON: “Oh, wait!”

Before Whisper can close in, Riddle rolls out of the way, leaving nothing to soften the impact as she crashes hard into the corner. Whisper then stumbles forward from the corner, off balance as Riddle quickly gets back to his feet. Seeing an opportunity, he then kicks her in the stomach, forcing her to lunge over from the blow. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Riddle then lifts her up into the air and over his shoulder, holding her upside down. He then drops down and plants her head into the mat with a sit-down piledriver.

JOHNSON: “Darkness Falls!”

VASSA: “And it’s lights out!”

Riddle then rolls Whisper over to her back and makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”

 

Cut to the backstage area of the Cox Convention Center here in Oklahoma City, but you already knew we were at the Cox Convention Center and honestly if you really just tuned in you wouldn’t care where we are at but otherwise here’s the backstage area of the Cox Convention Center.  And what a sight to see!  Boobs!  Yes, melons are what is first seen as the camera fades in so it really didn’t matter about that whole Cox Convention Center thing, because all you see is the top part of a massive set of jugs that are only being held back by the tightest of black shirts possible which just lift those awesome things forward.  Soon the camera pulls back and we see that those wonderful mounds are attached to none other than Starla Von Grant, manager and girlfriend of Brody Lee Prince.

Brody Lee Prince is standing by with two others who just so happened to be on the recent Fate House Show, Voodoo and Hatchet.  Oh,  and Max is there too.  It is not all that clear exactly what is going on right now in the back of the Cox Convention Center, but all four are sharing a laugh while Starla is sitting there with a pretty disgusted look on her face.  Ha!  You looked at her face.  The odd looking man known as Voodoo with the weird painted face slaps Max on the back hard which stops Max from laughing and holding his shoulder in some pain as a result of that.

VOODOO: “No really Max, what’s the name of this place?”

MAX: “The Cox Convention Center.”

Starla just groans again as the three men laugh harder than they did before.  The painted face Voodoo and the man with the mohawk known as Hatchet continue to chuckle as Brody Lee takes off his black hat and scratches the bandage on his head from where Lord Raab stapled him at Winter Wasteland.  Brody Lee clams down long enough to begin talking.

BRODY LEE: “I’m glad the two of you could make it here tonight, I was happy that you were able to get some exposure on the Fate House Show the other week and that match… you two guys are something else!  I can’t believe only six months ago you were both working backyard federations.  Now look at you, fricken stars!”

HATCHET: “Well, we owe it to you Brody-man.  You made the call, you got us on the show and from there it’s just getting better.  We’re getting contacted by other federations out there looking for us to sign.  Can you believe that?  We used to have to beg just to get a look by anyone and now people know our phone number.”

BRODY LEE: “That’s great, that’s awesome.”

Just then four other people from the Fate House Show push their way into the room, this instantly gets everyone’s attention as all four men are dressed the same wearing dark colored masks which all look the exact same.  It’s none other than Mad Masked Brawlers!  One of the four men push their way to the front as the others begin to push at both Voodoo and Hatchet in the background.  Max has been shoved out of the picture completely.

MAD MASKED BRAWLER: “Brody Lee Prince!  We just came here to say thank you for hooking us up with that Fate House Show the other night.”

BRODY LEE: “No problem… number four?”

MAD MASKED BRAWLER: “No, I’m three.  That’s four over there.”

One of the other Mad Masked Brawlers who happens to have Voodoo by the shirt with both hands lets go long enough to wave towards Brody Lee, to which Brody Lee happens to wave back.

MAD MASKED BRAWLER: “We all drove up from a show over in Texarkana to come here to say thanks and to offer up a little token of appreciation from all of us, to you.”

BRODY LEE: “Really?  You didn’t have to drive all that way for–“

That’s when one of the other Mad Masked Brawlers walks over and hands Brody Lee Prince a wrapped gift.  It’s not that good looking of a gift wrap job and there is a bright red bow on the top of it, Brody Lee is cut off by the looks of the gift.

BRODY LEE: “Wow, that’s awesome.”

All four of the Mad Masked Brawlers stop what they are doing and all give Brody Lee a look as they wait for him to open up the gift.  Brody Lee looks around a bit scared of what could be in the oddly wrapped gift, slowly he begins to open up the gift.  As Brody Lee lets the paper drop he is left standing there holding a pair of jeans.  Acid washed jeans.

BRODY LEE: “Alright, jeans.”

MAD MASKED BRAWLER: “Used jeans.”

BRODY LEE: “Awesome.  Used jeans.”

MAD MASKED BRAWLER: “Yeah, they were number twos before he lost twenty pounds and now can’t fit in them.”

Brody Lee nods and thanks number two.  There is an awkward silence between everyone in the room as Brody Lee stands there holding oversized used Acid jeans.

VOODOO: “That’s a shitty gift!”

That starts a fight between all four of the masked guys and Voodoo, and Hatchet as the brawl begins the jeans are ripped out of Brody Lee’s hands by someone and he goes in after them throwing some punches as well into the large rumble that has just began!  Just then Adam Carson, who was also on the Fate House Show card leaps in from nowhere onto a couple of the Mad Masked Brawlers.  Others begin to spill out of the doors, soon 4CW security floods the room and begins to escort people out from the room, everyone.  Well, everyone but Starla.  Starla continues to sit there with a look of complete embarassment she shakes her head as we fade to black.

 

 

“Window” by Let Go plays over the loudspeakers, Darryl, now in his street clothes walks out to the ring to a lukewarm reaction.  Darryl climbs into the ring, standing in the center, and smiles, pulling a microphone up to his mouth.

D. WALLACE: “As everyone knows, back at Winter Wasteland, I requested that my father take a paternity test.  This has caused some tensions between he and I, and I am wishing to put everything to bed tonight.  I didn’t request the test because I don’t trust my father, I didn’t request it because I wanted an excuse to weasel more money, or a reason to hate him.  I wanted finality to the situation.  I love my father, and I love my family, and I do not wish for anything but to finally know for one hundred percent certain that he is my biological father.  If for some reason he is not, that changes nothing.  He has been there for me of late and I appreciate everything that he’s done for me.  So please, let me welcome my father to the ring so we can share this moment together, father and son.”

Perry Wallace walks out of the curtain, looking down towards the ring.  He walks down, two security guards walking behind him, as he climbs up the stairs and into the ring.

D. WALLACE: “Dad, thank you for coming out here, you know I appreciate and love you right?  I want you to sit here, I don’t want you to faint when we find out the news, together, as father and son.  No matter what, as far as I’m concerned you’re still my father.”

P. WALLACE: “Son, why can’t you just trust me?”

D. WALLACE: “I do trust you, I just need definitive proof, that’s all.  When this is all over, we’ll go to a strip club, have a beer or two, and laugh.  Like we have in the past.”

Perry smiles as he looks at his son, clearly he knows how to appeal to his better self.  Darryl pulls an envelope out of his pocket, and, hands shaking, fumbles to open it.

D. WALLACE: “Sorry guys, I’m a bit nervous.”

Darryl finally slides the piece of paper out of the envelope, getting ready to unfold it when “Blackened” by Metallica hits the PA.  Darryl’s face gets an exasperated look on it, as he looks down at the floor gritting his teeth.  Perry stands up from his seat, and looks up the aisle towards the entrance, ready for a fight.  Darryl steps between the entrance and his father, placing his hands up signaling to stay behind him.  Unstable steps out, Jason Cashe and Chris Madison carrying chairs, as CJ O’Donnell has a microphone.  Security stands up straight, ready to stop the crew.

O’DONNELL: “No need to get so testy gentlemen, we’re just out here to witness this heartwarming moment.  This is such a joyous occasion for you fellas.”

P. WALLACE: “Goddamnit, I knew I should have brought more hired muscle here with me tonight. Get the hell out of here! You guys have no business out here, this is between myself and my son!”

RIDDLE: “Now Now, Perry, is that anyway to speak to your estranged son?  I mean we are, family still, right?”

D. WALLACE: “Get out of here, this is our moment god dammit!”

As Unstable gets closer to the ring, the security steps up, and without hesitation, Cashe and Madison take them out with chairs.  Then Cyrus, Chris, and Jason all walk around the edges of the ring, blocking any exit route.  CJ climbs in, the other three following suit, and stand surrounding Darryl and Perry.  Perry steps up, ready to attack but Darryl holds him back, knowing they’re outnumbered and two have chairs.

D. WALLACE: “What the hell do you guys want?  Why do you always have to interject in our family business?  For once can’t you JUST let us be?”

RIDDLE: “I just figured, the three of us could celebrate as a family.  The two ignored boys and good ol’ pops.  You know, not the favorites, the golden boy, and the fuck up.  Not the successful one who has made a real life for himself, and not the successful one that’s dominated in this ring.  Can’t we just enjoy this moment, as brothers?”

D. WALLACE: “Cyrus you…”

CASHE: “Listen you uncleanable cum stain, You guys are brothers, you better show him some god damn love.”

Just as Darryl prepares to speak, he’s cut off by his father, stepping forward in front of Darryl.

P. WALLACE: Shut the fuck up Cashe, you obnoxious piece of shit, and Cyrus, you Judas fuck, I don’t love you, you have no business being out here with MY family!  You turned your back on us!  This is not your moment to share! Get the fuck out of this goddamn ring!”

Darryl tries again to step between Perry and Unstable, but Perry pushes him back, just as he does, Madison steps forward with the chair raised.  Perry turns his attention towards Madison, and Cashe comes in from the side, but Perry catches the chair and strips it from Jason’s hands.  He smiles on turning his attentions back to Madison who quickly takes a step back.

WALLACE: “You done fucked up now! You have no idea what you fucks are in for tonight!”

Perry turns around, getting ready to pass the chair to his son, but as he turns, Darryl raises his massive boot and plants it into the seat of the chair, sending the chair smashing into the face of Perry, knocking him to the mat.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

Suddenly Unstable starts jumping around, as the swarm Darryl and wrap him in hugs and high fives leaving Perry out cold on the mat.  Jason jumps up on Darryl’s back, hanging on like a back pack, as Darryl reaches behind tussling his hair, and Cashe hops down.  Darryl looks over at Jason.

D. WALLACE: “Hey man, that Cum Stain comment, that hurt a bit.”

Cashe shrugs his shoulders a little, wrapping Darryl in a hug.  Darryl looks a bit uncomfortable at the tightness at which Cashe is squeezing, and then jumps, pushing Cashe off him, as Jason gooses Darryl.  Cashe holds his hands out asking what, and Darryl just shakes his head, and they climb out of the ring.  Walking up the ramp, Jason comes running behind Darryl and hops on his back as Darryl carries him backstage.

 

 

Our scene opens up backstage at the arena.  We see 4CW’s own, Gabriel Hartman standing in-front of the camera with microphone in hand. He seems to be nervously looking over to his right side but still is trying to focus at the camera.

HARTMAN: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I was supposed to be conducting an interview with someone but something has just been brought to my attention. In-fact, come here.”

A different looking John Austin walks on camera.  The fans in the arena break out into cheers as Austin gives off a crooked smile.  John is now covered in tattoos from head to toe and is sporting a shaved head.

HARTMAN: “John Austin, where in the world have you been?’

AUSTIN: “You see Gabe, after those events played out the way they did between Jett Wilder and I, I found it best to take a little sabbatical from the ring.  I went back to the darkness, to truly find who John Austin really is.  I couldn’t take it anymore Gabe, those screams and my god those voices … it had to stop.    So I left to truly find my inner path and silence those voices. Here I am Gabe, back where I belong.”

HARTMAN: “There must be a reason why you are back though John, I mean no one just takes a couple months off and returns like everything is okay.”

AUSTIN: “However smart you are Gabe.  This is the reason why Perry pays you the big bucks huh? …  Anyways yes Gabe, there is a reason why I have returned.    You see, before I left I had something covered in gold that I carried over my shoulder, you know… The Pride Title.    As I was away dealing with my issues, there was a man who ended up winning that title.  A man who I know quite well and we had a few matches against each other.  Chris Madison, you are one hell of an athlete but man, you got something that belongs to John Austin.  I am not here to make any friends or acquaintances like I previously did.  I am here to drive the final nail in the coffin of all those who think they deserve to number one contender to my title belt that Chris is holding.”

John begins smacking himself on the side of his head.  He looks to be talking to himself but the audio is not picking up in the arena.  He twitches his head for a couple seconds before resuming his statement.

AUSTIN: “I am invoking my rematch clause and Madison, you won’t know where and you don’t know when but John Austin will be reclaiming his title belt”

Fans in the arena can be heard cheering as Austin walks off camera view. Gabe looks on with intent as we go back to ringside

 

 

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
EL FUTURO VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: “We’re going to keep the hard-hitting action coming your way with another first round tournament match.”

VASSA: “There’s been some good ones so far.”

JOHNSON: “Well this next one shows no signs of disappointing. One of the hottest young talents on the Fate roster battles a former 4CW Champion!”

VASSA: “Hopkins versus El Futuro. Hopkins’ experience is going to be tough to overcome.”

JOHNSON: “It’ll definitely be a good test for the young star. If anything El Futuro has shown that he doesn’t shy away from a good fight.”

VASSA: “Let’s get to it. Ain’t no time like the present!”

The production cuts from the announce team and focuses solely on Mike Powers.

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round tournament match!”

“Smoke Every Day” by Brown Shady plays over the speakers as red, white, and green lights begin flashing in sync.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, EL FFUUTTUURROO!!!”

El Futuro runs out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, he then goes to each corner and stands at the top, saluting the crowd.

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds…

“How many start a journey, but never see the end
I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens
A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed
I sew it up needle head all I need is thread
A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader
The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”

As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

“I’m out for action what the fuck are y’all about relaxin’?
They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion
And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us
He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers
I just play the cards the way they’re dealt”

The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: “Both Jair Hopkins and El Futuro seem ready to go!”

VASSA: “Then let’s get this bell rung so Hopkins can send El Futuro back to Fate!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The opening bell rings and both competitors come out of the respective corners. El Futuro and Jair Hopkins circle one another, sizing each other up before locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. They each jockey for position before finally El Futuro takes Hopkins down with an arm drag. Hopkins rolls right back up to his feet but gets hit with a dropkick. Hopkins bounces off of the canvass and stands right back up, turning towards El Futuro before getting flipped inside out with a headscissor takedown. Hopkins rises to one knee and sees El Futuro within striking distance with his fists clenched. Hopkins nods his head before slowly rising back up to his feet.

JOHNSON: “I don’t think Hopkins fully expected that from El Futuro.”

VASSA: “I don’t know about Jair Hopkins, but I sure hell didn’t expect that sudden onslaught! Smart that Hopkins is taking a moment to hit that reset button.”

Hopkins charges across the ring and runs underneath a clothesline from El Futuro. El Futuro turns around in time to see Hopkins rebounding off of the ropes. He jumps up with a leap frog as Hopkins slides feet first underneath. Hopkins hops up to his feet and hits El Futuro with a stiff forearm to the mouth as he returned to the ground and turned to face his opponent. El Futuro shakes it off and counters with a stiff kick to the thigh. Hopkins continues the exchange by backing El Futuro to the ropes with a series of knife edged chops. Hopkins grabs El Futuro and tries to whip him across the ring. El Futuro is able to counter and sends Hopkins the other way, over the top rope and onto the apron. El Futuro turns towards Hopkins who quickly leaps up and hits El Futuro with an enziguri. El Futuro staggers away from the ropes as Hopkins jumps up to the top rope and hits a springboard missile dropkick that drops El Futuro and sends him rolling under the ropes and to the arena floor.

JOHNSON: “The action is going to be tough to keep up with, both competitors relying on their speed early in this bout.”

VASSA: “Good thing I haven’t drank too much today, otherwise my head would be spinning just trying to keep up with these guys!”

Hopkins stands in the center of the ring and watches as El Futuro shuffle around the ring. Hopkins charges towards El Futuro, diving through the ropes and hitting El Futuro flush with a suicide dive! The 4CW crowd jumps to their feet, giving Hopkins a standing ovation. He soaks it in for a moment before grabbing El Futuro and sliding him back into the ring. Hopkins follows behind him and quickly runs passed him, bouncing off of the ropes. On the return he leaps up as El Futuro stands, trying to hit a running calf kick. El Futuro catches Hopkins in mid air and slams him down, back first across his knee! El Futuro drops down into a pin attempt, hooking one of Hopkins’s legs for leverage.

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Hopkins shoots his shoulder off of the mat, rolling El Futuro off of him before the count of three.

JOHNSON: “An impressive counter by El Futuro but it’ll take more than a backbreaker to keep down a former 4CW Champion.”

VASSA: “Maybe I had more to drink than I thought. I can’t believe that I’m witnessing El Futuro standing toe to toe with Jair Hopkins in the early stages of this match.”

El Futuro backs into the corner and watches Jair Hopkins rise to his feet. Hopkins turns towards El Futuro and is flipped over by a running dropkick to the knee. El Futuro grabs Hopkins by the ankle as he laid on his stomach and drove his leg down to the canvass, knee first, with the bottom of his foot pressed against the inside of Hopkins’s knee. Hopkins rolls around in agony before pulling himself up to his feet. El Futuro delivers two straight leg kicks to the outside of Hopkins’s knee before running away from him and bouncing off of the ropes. El Futuro torpedos towards Hopkins looking to finish his trademark Red, White, and Green combination with another dropkick to the knee but Hopkins leaps over the attempt. Hopkins times his spinning lariat takedown perfectly, nearly decapitating El Futuro as he stood back to his feet. Hopkins drops down for a cover, holding down El Futuro’s far arm with both hands on his wrist.

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TWO
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El Futuro bucks his hips hard enough to roll Hopkins off as the official’s arm was coming down for a three count.

JOHNSON: “El Futuro has the right idea. Take out one of Hopkins’s legs, ground him, and keep him from bouncing around the ring.”

VASSA: “It’s a classic strategy. One i’m sure he’s seen utilized against him more than not.”

Hopkins pulls El Futuro up to his feet and tosses him across the ring into one of the corners. Hopkins runs after him, leaping up and hitting a standing high knee. Hopkins quickly transitions from the high knee and runs towards the center of the ring while holding onto El Futuro with a side headlock. Hopkins drives El Futuro face first into the canvass with a running bulldog. Hopkins turns his attention to the nearest corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle where he sits perched as El Futuro stands up. Hopkins leaps towards El Futuro, wrapping his legs around his head and whipping him across the ring with a top rope hurricanrana! Hopkins closes the distance and then drops down for another pin attempt.

ONE
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TWO
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THR–

El Futuro was close enough to the ropes to get his leg on the bottom rope before the official finished his three count.

JOHNSON: “The momentum is quickly building in Jair Hopkins’s favor. El Futuro is going to have to dig deep and find a way back into this match before it’s too late.”

VASSA: “He’s outmatched. He had to have known that he drew the short straw with this random pairing. Back to Fate El Futuro!”

Hopkins pulls El Futuro up to his feet and backs him into the corner with a few backhand chops. Hopkins backs off of his opponent and stands near the ropes, waiting for El Futuro to stagger out of the corner. Hopkins jumps up and uses the middle rope as a springboard, spinning in mid air and attempting a crossbody onto El Futuro. El Futuro manages to catch Hopkins in mid air before flipping him overhead with a fallaway slam. Hopkins pushes to his feet but El Futuro quickly whips him back down to the canvass with a swinging neckbreaker. El Futuro stands upright and salutes the 4CW crowd before running the ropes. He bounces back and charges towards Jair Hopkins, hitting a running headbutt! El Futuro grabs Hopkins legs and rolls them towards his upper body while making the cover.

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TWO
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THR–

Hopkins fights out of the cover and El Futuro slaps the canvass out of frustration.

JOHNSON: “Hopkins found a way to kick out after getting hit with the Mexican Salute!”

VASSA: “Come on Hopkins! What are you doing? You can’t let El Futuro show you up on your own show!”

Hopkins uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He turns towards El Futuro and is instantly scooped up with a fireman’s carry. El Futuro moves to the center of the ring but gets hit with a few downward elbows. Hopkins slides down El Futuro’s back, securing a rear waist lock. El Futuro reaches down and grabs Hopkins wrists, breaking his grip before switching positions. Hopkins runs towards the ropes, dragging El Futuro with him. Hopkins tries to hold his position by grabbing the ropes but El Futuro rolls backwards and drags Hopkins with him. El Futuro releases his hold during the roll and is first to his feet. He catches Jair Hopkins off guard with a standing side kick to the head as Hopkins made it to his knees. El Futuro quickly ascends the nearest corner, looking out towards the audience. El Futuro flips backwards and lands a moonsault, sticking the landing and hooking a leg for the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “I don’t know how Hopkins kicked out. He nearly get his head kicked in by that standing side kick and that moonsault was picture perfect.”

VASSA: “Is it too late to start routing for El Futuro? This kid is making me a believer!”

El Futuro rolls to his knees and shakes his head while looking down at Jair Hopkins. El Futuro rises to his feet and takes a few steps away from Hopkins. Hopkins stands and immediately has to duck under an attempted superkick. Hopkins turns around and locks onto El Futuro, turning him inside out with his Bread N’ Butter spinning reverse facebuster. Hopkins doesn’t miss a beat and leaps up to the top turnbuckle before coming down with both feet onto El Futuro’s sternum, hitting the OMFG! Springboard Moonsault Double Foot Stomp. After bouncing off of his opponent, Hopkins drops down and hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Just like that, Jair Hopkins has done it! Hopkins is moving into the second round of the tournament!”

VASSA: “But how much did this war with El Futuro take out of Hopkins!”

JOHNSON: “We’ll soon find out. But this was a well needed win after coming up short at Winter Wasteland against the promising upstart, Bryan Laughlin.”

“Fate” by Ces Cru begins to play over the arena’s sound system as the official raises Jair Hopkins arm above his head to the tune of Mike Powers’s official announcement.

POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by way of pinfall… JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

 

As the camera cuts backstage you see Jett Wilder with an Anti-Bullying T-Shirt on as he stops by the bathrooms and signs an Autograph for a Woman and her Daughter who has a huge smile on her face being this close to Jett Wilder, the girls LOVED him afterall.

JETT: ”I’ll be back on top in no time sweetie!”

Finishing the autograph, Jett rubs the girl’s head and smiles as her Mother takes her hand and walks away. Jett turns to watch them leave, waving and a smile on his face. Then he turns away and looks down to check his phone.

JETT: ”Ugly child, poor girl..Let’s see who’s bullying people on twitter.”

The light of his phone is bright as he stands in the hallway not seeing anything go on around him.

”JEEETTHROOO….Ohh Jetthro Wilder!”

Wilder’s head snaps to the side and he stares at the Male and Female signs on the Bathroom Doors. An instant reminder of a bet made and a bet lost. He forgot he’d have to take a plunge so he takes off. Turning the first corner he comes too, the small bodied Jett Wilder runs into the big bodied Darryl Wallace. The newest member of Unstable and by far the biggest among them. Wilder’s eyes go wide as if he knows he is not getting away.

DARRYL: ”Going somewhere little guy?”

JETT: ”Come on guys! This isn’t Fair!!”

Scooting away, Jett tries scrambling away from Darryl but finds Jason Cashe coming around the corner with a smile on his face the moment he lays eyes on Jett Wilder.

CASHE: ”Jetthro! Why you running man? We juss wanna talk boyo..Come talk with me!”

JETT: ”Liar! You want to dunk my head in a Toilet! My Mother said she’d take care of this, it’s not fair!”

CASHE: ”Stop this now, take your loss like a big boy…Come on get up off the ground.”

JETT: ”Don’t touch me! Stranger danger!!”

Reaching down, Cashe tries to help Jett up but he refuses the help and scoots away still fighting the inevitable. From behind, Darryl Wallace leans down and picks Jett up from his armpits like his weight was feather light.

JETT: ”NOOOOO!!!! LET ME GO!!”

CASHE: ”He’s strong huh? Strong like Bull..you could have done this the easy way..Hell it’s easy for me!”

Wilder kicks out at Cashe but misses as Darryl swings the little man away from being able to cause harm.

CASHE: ”Fighting only makes it tougher on you Jetthro..Darryl here could slam you once and cause you to go limp. Don’t fight him.”

Hurrying ahead some, Cashe gets to the bathroom doors. Looking back and forth between the Ladies Bathroom and the Men’s. He nods at the Women’s bathroom and shoulders it, stopping himself from entering before finding out who might be in there.

CASHE: ”If any ladies are presently using these facilities two Men and a Boy are about to enter..Cover your pretty parts!”

JETT: ”Haha, he called you a boy Darryl.”

DARRYL: ”Shut up boy wonder…Cashe, the girl’s bathroom?”

CASHE: ”Girls are much dirtier when it comes to bathroom habits. Filthy Animals…They fart and stuff, change pads…Ehhh..”

Shivering, Cashe enters the bathroom like it was a thing of Bravery. Darryl still holding Wilder out in front of him like a baby with a dirty diaper follows into the bathroom. Their voices echo some as Wilder again begins to complain.

JETT: ”How about this, next bet you lose Cashe we can call it even? Just don’t do this? It’s gross and it’s not fair.”

Pushing open the first stall, Cashe shakes his head not liking what he seen. He moves to the next stall.

CASHE: ”No, this is happening!”

Darryl Wallace tosses Wilder. He lands on the waxed floor and the Lead of TeamWilder looks at his hands as they cover in a film from the floors. Cashe opens the third stall in the bathroom and stands there as a smile grows on his face and he turns to Jett.

CASHE: ”This one works! Come on, lets get this over with.”

JETT: ”Nooo! Please!!”

DARRYL: ”If I pick you up again, I’m smashing you to the head. You want that? I don’t think Cashe here cares if you’re unconscious when you get dunked..”

CASHE: ”I really don’t! In fact you might swallow more water that way! I have 5 bucks saying you catch Pink eye just from the Swirlie!”

DARRYL: ”I hear that’s going around right now..”

Faint cries echo throughout the bathroom as Jett Wilder covers his face with his hands. Scoffing, Cashe steps over to Jett and grabs a handful of his hair. Jett grunts, pouting as he gets to his feet.

JETT: ”Mommy!! I want my Mommy!!”

He wasn’t fighting as he slid his feet across the floors moving inches closer to the stall. Like he was walking to his own hanging, he felt like things couldn’t get any worse. Inside the stall there wasn’t anything gross in the toilet. That was a fear Jett had, he almost sighed in relief but as his shoulder brushed against the stall entry, his fight returned as he jumps back. Cashe grabs him, Darryl comes in and Jett throws back elbows trying to really fight. One hand by Darryl to the back of his neck and Darryl had control like a Ventriloquist.

CASHE: ”Aint nowhere to go now Jetthro! That’s a Big Grip he got on ya! Taking it like this was a prison scene in Oz…”

His cries grew as Cashe assisted getting Wilder upside down. Darryl held him with ease by his ankles and as much as Jett Wilder fought, his attempt was useless as the slushing sounds fill the bathroom. The gargled screams and cries from Jett Wilder mixed with the Laughter and amusement Jason Cashe is getting out of it even flowed out into the halls as the scene jumps out there to find the Adrenaline General Manager, Jack Vaughn looking both concerned and pissed off about the racket inside the bathrooms.

VAUGHN: ”Is that a girl crying, I think someone is being violated. Inform security. I’m going in..”

As he goes to enter the Women’s Bathroom, the door bursts open and out comes Darryl Wallace and Jason Cashe. Both soaked along the arms from their struggle to keep Wilder still. Darryl ignores Vaughn altogether but Cashe stops, nods and pats the GM on the chest.

CASHE: ”Say…I wouldn’t go in there. I just peed but Dirty D over there fought a MONSTER brick! He Destroyed the whole bathroom, might need a Janitor or two. It’s a mess!”

Skipping away, Cashe jogs to catch up with Darryl Wallace. The XTV Champion jumps up on Darryl’s back, asking permission as he latches on.

CASHE: ”Let me get a piggyback ride!”

Throwing his shoulder forward, Darryl throws Cashe over and he lands on the floors at Darryl’s feet.

DARRYL: ”Dumb..”

CASHE: ”Aww come on! That’s just mean!”

As they get out of sight, the doors to the women’s bathroom tears open once again. Vaughn steps back as a wet and dripping Jett Wilder squishes with each step. His expression blank as he stares forward.

VAUGHN: ”You should get cleaned up, you kind of stink..”

 

UNDERCARD
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. DAKOTA SMITH

JOHNSON: “Finally! The moment everyone has been waiting to see has come! Dakota Smith returns to the ring!”

VASSA: “Just two weeks ago The Butcher returned to 4CW after being kidnapped by The Unstable. It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen in in action inside of the ropes.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think ring rust is even a thought when it comes to Dakota. The man is a derange lunatic. Whether it’s inside of the ring or in the streets, he’s going to bring a fight and take whoever is against him to hell and back.”

VASSA: “Although he had a match at Winter Wasteland, Seamus is also coming back from being out of action.”

JOHNSON: “After suffering a leg injury at the hands of Drew Stevenson, Seamus finally came back to us only to be robbed by the hands of yet again, Drew Stevenson.”

VASSA: “I know that tough loss doesn’t sit well with Seamus but with a win over the 4CW Champion here tonight, it can definitely get him back on the right track.”

JOHNSON: “It isn’t going to be easy but anything is possible inside of those ropes.”

The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights, as “The Spicy McHaggis Jig” by Dropkick Murphy plays. Seamus comes with a shillelah in one hand while looking over the crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”

He runs out on stage and does a heel click, before walking to the ring amped up trying to get the crowd involved. He steps into the ring and runs up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“Sludge God” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the arena gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers. Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face and the 4CW Championship wrapped around his neck. He glares out over the arena, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right. Dakota then begins his march down to the ring.

“I’m a sludge God
I’m rather odd
Take your head like Mr Ichabod
Hit em hard showing no regard
Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred
Pull your card
Put u in the morgue
That’s just the way the LOC settle scores
Put me in the booth and press record
I serve em sludge and they beg for more “

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher” and the 4CW Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Reaching the ring he takes the belt off of his neck and throws it into the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope. Planting his fist into the ground he pushes himself up off the mat and picks up his championship. He stalks the ring for a few seconds before going up the turnbuckle and raising his extreme championship up into the air – letting out a blood curdling roar as he does so. He drops down and takes a seat in the corner, putting the belt back around his neck and waiting for the match to start.

JOHNSON: “Here we are, two men looking to make an impact after being out of action for quite some time.”

VASSA: “Seamus at least has some advantage with shaking the rust off after his match two weeks ago. But then again, Dakota has probably killed a few people since escaping Unstable’s restraints.”

JOHNSON: “This is primed to be a good one and the only thing left to do now is sound the bell!”

Pushing himself up from the corner, Dakota removes the championship from around his neck and then drops it on the other side of the ropes to the floor. He then looks across the ring at Seamus and roars ferociously. The official then turns to Seamus and gets the nod. Looking over to Dakota, the official checks in with him but instead of getting any signal that he’s for the bell, Dakota bursts out of his corner and charges towards Seamus. As he gets to the center of the ring, Seamus then erupts from his corner and charges towards Dakota. The two then collide in a fury of punches, hitting each other from all sides, throwing any kind of defense out of the window.

DING!!! DING!!!

Seamus catches Dakota with a hard right to the temple, knocking him back a step. After planting his foot, Dakota then lunges forward and drives his fist straight into Seamus’ mouth. Shaking off the stunning punch, Seamus fires back and hits Dakota underneath the chin with an elbow. He then lunges in, wraps Dakota up with both hands and lifts him into the air. Using all of his strength, Seamus then drives Dakota into the canvas with spinebuster that shakes the entire ring. Pushing himself up, Dakota stands over Dakota and then swings down, slamming his fist into the side of his head. Seamus then pounds Dakota’s head with lefts and rights, beating him senseless. After taking half a dozen blows to the head, Dakota then kicks his leg up and drives his foot into Seamus’ crotch.

VASSA: “DING DONG!!!”

JOHNSON: “That was uncalled for…”

Seamus lunges over as the pain begins to settle in his stomach. Reaching up with both hands, Dakota grabs him by the head and then pulls it down while popping his up and sitting Seamus right between the eyes with a headbutt. He then rolls throws Seamus to the side, freeing himself but as soon as he stands, the official closes in on him with a warning for the illegal low blow. The official backs Dakota to the other side of the ring, laying into him verbally.

VASSA: “I’d be careful if I were him.”

JOHNSON: “Maybe, but the official is in complete control inside of the ring and he needs to make that known, whether it’s someone like Dakota or not.”

VASSA: “Don’t be surprised if his face ends up on the back of a milk carton.”

Dakota keeps his eyes locked on Seamus, ignoring the official’s tongue lashing. Seamus begins slowly pushing himself up and that only angers Dakota even more. Shoving the official to the side, Dakota then charges towards Seamus and kicks him in the stomach while on all fours, flipping Seamus over to his back. With Seamus down on his back and defenseless, Dakota begins kicking him in the ribs like a madman. He then grabs Seamus by the head and rolls him up to his knees before drawing back and cracking him in the side of the jaw with a vicious right. Taking a few steps back, Dakota then runs forward and hits Seamus in the face with a knee lift, sending him to the canvas on his back.

With Seamus down, Dakota then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. Coming back on the rebound, Dakota jumps the air with a front flip and connects with a running senton across Seamus’ body. Rolling to a seated position in one fluid motion, Dakota sits there for a moment before turning his head to look at Seamus with a grin on his face. He then stands to his feet and grabs Seamus by the head, rolling him over to his stomach and then standing him up. Locked onto Seamus’ wrist, Dakota then whips him to the corner across the ring. After watching Seamus crash into the corner, Dakota takes off towards with and nearly rips his head off with a running clothesline.

With his arms spread out, Seamus holds himself up with the top ropes, leaving himself open to attack. Dakota then begins crushing his face over and over with back elbow shots before transitioning to knife edge chops across the chest. After turning Seamus’ chest bright red, Dakota finishes off with an elbow shot right between the eyes of Seamus. Stepping out of the way, Dakota opens up a path for Seamus to stumble forward. With Seamus’ back turned to him, Dakota then runs up behind him and leaps onto his back, wrapping his arm around Seamus’ throat and applying a sleeper.

VASSA: “Dakota’s choking him out!”

JOHNSON: “After the beating Seamus just took, I’m surprised that he’s still even on his feet.”

VASSA: “Dakota has his throat wrapped up pretty tight. It may only be a matter of seconds before the big man falls to the mat like a tree in the woods.”

JOHNSON: “Dakota just better hope he doesn’t fall backwards and crushes him.”

With Dakota on his back, Seamus walks around the ring, barely able to stay on his feet but he does, fighting through it. As things begin to slowly fade away for him, Seamus reaches over his head with both hands and locks them onto Dakota. Lunging forward and bending over, Seamus rips Dakota off of his back and over his head, slamming him to the mat. With Dakota’s head at his feet, Seamus then begins throwing wild punches down onto Dakota’s head, pounding his face with each and every hit. After beating Dakota senseless, Seamus then drops his knee into Dakota’s forehead. Turning his body around, Seamus then reaches down and grabs Dakota by the throat, dragging him up to his feet. he then wraps his arms around Dakota’s body and drives his feet into the mat, lifting Dakota up and then throwing him up and over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

As Dakota rolls across the ring and stops by the ropes, Seamus slowly gets back to his feet and stands for a moment to catch his breath, not removing his eyes from Dakota for even a split second. After a few moments pass, Seamus then moves in on Dakota and connects with a soccer kick to his ribs. Reaching down, Seamus uses his raw strength and lifts Dakota up from the mat and onto his shoulder. Turning his back to the ropes, Seamus then runs to the center of the ring and throws Dakota down to the canvas, driving him into it with a running powerslam. Seamus then covers Dakota for the pin as the ref comes in for the count.

ONE
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TW–

JOHNSON: “He kicks out before the two!”

VASSA: “Seamus isn’t letting up!”

Seamus then goes on the attack with elbows to Dakota’s head. After knocking him in a daze, Seamus pushes himself up in a burst of energy. Reaching down, he grabs ahold of Dakota’s arm and jerks him up to his feet. Locking onto Seamus’ head with both hands, Seamus then slams his forward into Dakota’s for a nasty headbutt. He then steps in beside Dakota and lifts him up from his feet and drops him down across his knee with a backbreaker. Dakota flips over and falls face first to the mat. Seamus grabs his head and then presses it downward, face into the mat even more and begins dragging it back and forth, giving Dakota a nasty burn. After coming to a stop, Seamus fires away with multiple forearm shots to the back of Dakota’s head before pulling away and pushing himself back up.

VASSA: “Seamus was officially went crazy folks and I like it!”

JOHNSON: “Dakota is a different kind of opponent and sometimes you just have to release the inner monster to fight fire with fire.”

VASSA: “I’m sure Seamus has a lot of frustration built up inside after everything he’s been through with Drew. Just let it out big boy!”

With momentum behind him, Seamus paces around the ring as the electric crowd nearly takes the roof off in excitement. Turning back to Dakota, he makes his way over and grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Turning Dakota around, Seamus then holds him up with one hand and begins pounding his face with punches. Upon throwing the fourth, Dakota manages to grab ahold of his fist before it makes contact. With the ref behind Seamus and his view obstructed, Dakota slams his head forward and connects with a headbutt to Seamus’ nose. Dakota then bites down onto the bridge of his nose, hidden by Seamus’ head. Seamus quickly releases his hold of Dakota as his eyes water and before he knows it, Dakota shoots in, lifts Seamus up onto his shoulders, and then spins around before dropping him to the mat with a Samoan drop.

JOHNSON: “The Dovah Death Drop!”

VASSA: “Out of nowhere!”

As Dakota stands back up, Seamus does as well but mostly out of it and unaware of his surrounding. The camera zooms in to Dakota’s face as he mouths off ‘what the fuck’. As Seamus stumbles around the ring, wobbling back and forth but still on his feet, Dakota rushes in and kicks him in the stomach. Lunging over from the kick, Seamus opens his head up as Dakota quickly wraps it up with one arm and then hooks his leg with the other.

VASSA: “This isn’t over yet!”

JOHNSON: “Dakota has him right where he wants him! This could be it!”

Dakota then lifts Seamus up from his foot with a goes for a fisherman’s suplex but transitions it into a sit-out spinebuster, slamming Seamus down to the mat.

VASSA: “DEADMAN WONDERLAND!!!”

JOHNSON: “Dakota laid him out with the Deadman Wonderland!”

Pushing Seamus’ legs to one side, Dakota then crawls over him to cover for the pin.

ONE
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TWO
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.
THREE!!!

VASSA: “Dakota wins it! The Butcher is officially back!”

“Sludge God” hits the speakers as Dakota slowly pushes himself up to his feet, looking down at Seamus unconscious with a smirk on his face. The official then stands beside him and raises his arm into the air.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Dakota then rips his arm away from the official before storming to his corner and yelling at the ringside crew on the outside. After demanding them to pick up his championship, he grabs ahold of it and then climbs the corner. Looking over the crowd, Dakota raises it above his head as the fans roar with mixed reactions, mostly cheers as the 4CW Champion has returned.

 

”Ok he’s coming! Let’s return this motherfucker where he belongs..In captivity.”

”The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell steps out from behind a stack of Production Boxes. Across the way newest Member of Unstable, Darryl Wallace and XTV Champion, Jason Cashe were hidden away, Darryl in shadows and Cashe peeking out from behind him. (VERY SEXUAL)

CJ crouches behind the boxes to get out of sight. You can still hear “Sludge God” playing as you see the 4CW Championship come through the curtain first followed by Dakota Smith himself. Covered in sweat but a smile on his face showing his return had been anticipated by him as well as the fans. Calculated like a hunter in the jungle with its prey in sight, the members of Unstable spring to action. In front of him, Dakota spots Darryl’s big ass first as he steps out from the shadows..

SMITH: ”OH COME FUCKING GET SOME CUNT!”

Cashe springs out from behind Darryl roaring like a madman as he rushes at the current 4CW Champion.

CASHE: ”AAAARRGGHHHH!!!!”

Dakota doesn’t move, he digs in his heels and readies himself for the incoming attack as Cashe goes to drive his shoulder into Dakota’s midsection but the 4CW Champion drives down a sharp elbow into his spine. Darryl Wallace steps in fast and crashes a clubbing forearm into the side of Dakota’s face. Holding the “The Butcher” at the back of his head, Darryl cocks back and lays into the Champion with massive force.

O’DONNELL: ”Grab him! Hold him!!”

SMITH: ”Awwwww HE BIT ME!!”

The former 4CW Champion bit the current Champion in the side. Shoving Cashe off, Dakota wallops his Cousin in the mouth with a closed fist. Leaping up, Dakota crashes an elbow into Darryl’s face stumbling the big man back. CJ pulls out a Cattle Prod and an empty Potato Sack approaches as Dakota fights off both Jason Cashe and Darryl Wallace. Like he knew the next move, Dakota twists around and launches himself as CJ O’Donnell. The Cattle Prod falls to the ground as Dakota starts drilling into CJ on the ground.

SMITH: ”TIME TO FLUCKIN’ DIE MAGGOTS”

From behind Darryl Wallace wraps a Single Arm Naked Choke and lifts Dakota up off CJ O’Donnell. Darryl clubs down into Dakota’s chest a few times to take full control. As Cashe goes to pick up the Cattle Prod, a voice comes screaming down the hallway. More of a War Cry than a scream as the cameras turn to see Erron Wilder rushing towards the scene.

O’DONNELL: ”Fuck him..we’ll catch his ass later!”

CASHE: ”Awww I wanted to use the Cattle Prod..”

Dropping Dakota Smith, the members of Unstable leave the scene as Erron Wilder runs kneels to check on Dakota Smith.

SMITH: ”Heh….These pussys are in for a good time.”

Smith sitting on the ground looks back to see Cashe jumping on up the back of Darryl Wallace for a piggyback ride as the members of Unstable round the corner and disappear from the scene.

 

 

HEADLINE
TOURNAMENT ROUND 1
MAGNUS BRUTUS VS. BRYAN WILLIAMS

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

And then the heavy guitar rift of The Misfits’ “Kong At The Gates” begins to hammer out over the arena’s PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyro, just a calling by the music that something awful is about to happen. After a couple of the thundering drums sound out from the back steps out the ancient one himself, the man who walks from town to town leaving carnage behind him, the monstrous Magnus BRUTUS himself.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred sixty six pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, MAGNUS BBRRUUTTUUSS!!!”

The man is dressed in a pair wrestling pants which are blue and darker blue and look as if they haven’t been changed in probably twenty years. His wrists are taped and they match his wrestling pants and he has an even dirtier look on his face, at his side is the young and redheaded Pheobe who is wearing a short and flowing white nurse’s outfit complete with hat on her head. The two make their way to the ring before Magnus climbs into it, leaving Phoebe on the outside.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“Ever notice that you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn’t have fucked with?”
“That’s me.”

“Days of Revenge” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song.

“These are the days of revenge, so sweet.
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
There’s a fear in the air that I have prayed for.
For my whole life.”

Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low and half of the 4CW Tag Team Championships slung over his shoulder. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his title for all to see. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions, “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. Bryan turns to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up onto the middle rope and once again holding his title for all to see.

JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams is coming off of a successful title defense at Winter Wasteland and will not dip into singles competition in the tournament.”

VASSA: “He’s no stranger to singles competition here in 4CW. He’s had his share of singles matches. This one tonight though, it could very well be the most important one he’s had in 4CW thus far.”

JOHNSON: “It is his most important singles match in 4CW to date. There’s no denying that. This tournament will determine who will challenge Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl for the 4CW Championship. The stakes don’t get any larger than that.”

VASSA: “He has his work cut out for him because the man standing across the ring from him, Magnus Brutus, has been tearing things up since signing with 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Magnus is a seasoned veteran in the ring and has proven his experience earned over the years. He’s also coming off a big win at Winter Wasteland, in an extreme rules match nonetheless.”

VASSA: “This match doesn’t fall under extreme rules by any means but is sure to be a big one.”

JOHNSON: “The winner will advance to round two of the tournament. Only one can advance. Who’s it going to be?”

The official checks in with Magnus who nods at him, giving him the signal that he’s ready to get the party started. Across the ring, Bryan places the Tag Team Championship onto the apron in his corner before looks to the ref smashing his first into his palm. The official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As if the sound of the bell triggered something inside of him, Magnus shoots out of his corner in a flash and rushes towards Bryan across the ring. Closing in, Magnus throws an overhead punch but his fist slams down onto the top turnbuckle padding as Bryan moves out of the way. Bryan then kicks him in the side, forcing Magnus to buckle over. Grabbing Magnus by the head with both hands, Bryan then slams his face into the top turnbuckle padding before ripping him away from the corner and throwing him to the mat.

After hitting the mat, Magnus rolls his body over and comes to his feet, standing up as Bryan looks on. Holding his hand up, Magnus waves for Bryan to come at him, which he does and delivers a superkick to Madgnus’ mid-section. Wrapping his arm around Magnus’ head, Bryan then grabs the back of his trunks and quickly flips him over to his back with a snap suplex.

Rolling over, Bryan raises Magnus to a seated position and then applies a headlock. After securing Magnus’ head, Bryan then begins pounding onto it with hard rights. He then begins to climb to his feet with the headlock still in tact, pulling Magnus up as well. With Magnus’ head held down by his side, Bryan cranks down with the side headlock but in a fury of rage, Magnus drives his feet forward and throws Bryan away, sending him running to the ropes.

After coming back on the rebound, Bryan takes a swing for Magnus’ head. Ducking underneath, Magnus avoids the blow. Stopping in his tracks, Bryan then turns around only to get caught off guard with a kick to the gut. Magnus then shoots in and wraps Bryan’s legs up, lifts him into the air and over his head before throwing him down to his back with an Alabama slam.

VASSA: “The ring is rattling after that!”

JOHNSON: “Bryan left himself open and Magnus took advantage of it without hesitation.”

VASSA: “That he did, Steve!”

Magnus then begins stomping on Bryan wildly, pounding onto his mid-section with his right foot. After wearing Bryan down a bit, Magnus then jumps straight into the air and comes down onto Bryan’s stomach with a double foot stomp. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, Magnus then drags him across the ring to the ropes. Lifting Bryan’s head up from the mat, Magnus then slams it back down with brute strength. He then grabs onto the top rope with both hands and uses them for leverage as he places his boot across Bryan’s throat and begins choking him. The official then rushes in and yells for Magnus to release the hold as he begins the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Magnus then removes his foot from Bryan’s throat and steps back, only to get scolded by the official with a warning. Holding his throat, Bryan catches his breath as the bright red shade of his face begins fading away. Magnus then pushes the official out of the way and steps back in with a kick to the side of Bryan’s head. Lifting his foot up from the mat, Magnus slams it down into Bryan face. He then grabs the top rope with both hands again and places his foot across Bryan’s throat once more. Looking on is disbelief, the official smacks Magnus across the back of the shoulder and orders him to release the hold before beginning the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Magnus pulls his foot away and then turns to the ref, yelling in his face, “WHAT”. The official gives him another warning as he backs him across the ring, giving Bryan plenty of room to catch his breath. Nearly a minute passes before Bryan begins pulling himself up with the ropes, while Magnus argues with the official.

VASSA: “I’m beginning to like Magnus more and more. He doesn’t give a damn about anything in that ring.”

JOHNSON: “He doesn’t seem to care too much for the rules inside of the ring, that’s for sure.”

Back on his feet, Bryan finally catches his breath as he looks across the ring at the official hammering into Magnus. He then runs up behind the official and pushes him forward into Magnus, knocking Magnus into the corner. The official quickly scampers out of the way as Bryn lunges forward and connects with a forearm shot to Magnus’ face. With Magnus briefly stunned, Bryan then kicks him in the stomach and picks him up, sitting him on top of the corner. Climbing to the middle rope, Bryan stands over Magnus and then swings down, connecting with multiple punches as the crowd counts along with each landing one.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight! … Nine! … Ten!”

Locking his arm around Magnus’ head, Bryan then grabs onto the back of his trunks and lifts him up from the corner, falls backwards, and drops him to the mat with a superplex.

TTHHUUDD!!!

VASSA: “BBBAAAMMM!!!”

JOHNSON: “Magnus is going to feel that one in the morning!”

VASSA: “Bryan is going for the cover!”

Crawling over Magnus, Bryan hooks his leg for the pin as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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TW–

Magnus gets a shoulder up before the two count can even be completed. Surprised, Bryan shakes his head before standing up and pulling Magnus to his feet. Locking both hands onto Magnus’ wrist, Bryan then throws him to the ropes with all of his strength. Hitting the ropes head on, Magnus flips over the top and crashes down onto the apron. Magnus quickly begins pulling himself up with the ropes and as he stands, Bryan runs in and throws a punch over the top rope and connects to Magnus’ head. Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Magnus keeps himself from falling off the apron but leaves his head open as Bryan multiple punches. After landing nearly ten, Bryan then grabs ahold of Magnus’ head and pulls him as he sticks his knee through the ropes and drives it into Magnus’ stomach. Locking his arm around Magnus’ head, Bryan then grabs the back of his trunks and lifts him up over the top rope, dropping him back into the ring with a suplex. Bryan then covers Magnus for a second time and goes for the pin.

ONE
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.
TW–

JOHNSON: “Magnus kicks out!”

VASSA: “Not even a two count and he escapes the pin once again!”

Frustrated, Bryan stands back up and paces around the ring for a moment. He then turns back to Magnus and kicks him in the side of the head for good measure. Grabbing onto his head, Bryan lifts him up from the mat and then whips him into the corner behind him. Magnus hits the corner hard and falls down to a seated position. Bryan then rushes in and drives his knee into Magnus’ head. Backing away from the corner, Bryan turns around and walks to the other side of the ring, taking his eye off of magnus.

Turning his head to the side, Magnus locks his eyes on the Tag Team Championship sitting on the apron. He then reaches through the ropes and grabs it, bringing it into the ring. As he stands up with the championship in hand, Bryan turns and quickly spots it. Magnus takes off from the corner and then charges towards him. Bryan puts it all on the line and then runs to Magnus and as Magnus raises the belt above his head, Bryan delivers a running superkick to his stomach. Magnus lowers his arms with the title still in hand and as he does, Bryan takes a couple of steps back and then comes for his head with another superkick. Ducking out of the way and stepping in behind Bryan, Magnus then slams the championship across the back of his head.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

VASSA: “Holy shit! Magnus just laid out Bryan with the belt!”

JOHNSON: “There goes his chances in advancing!”

The official then sounds for the bell as this match has been ended abruptly in disqualification.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

With Bryan down on his stomach, Magnus then slams the championship down into the back of his head once more, squashing his face into the canvas.

JOHNSON: “Oh come on!”

Grabbing onto the strap with one hand, Magnus then begins to whip Bryan’s back with it, over and over, slapping the leather across his lifeless body.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

Magnus then throws the belt to the outside of the ring before reaching down and grabbing Bryan by the hair. He then drags him to the ropes before throwing Bryan forward into them. Bryan hits the  head on and flips over the top rope, crashing down to the floor below. The official then runs up behind Magnus and slaps him across the shoulder, grabbing his attention. Magnus the turns around and takes a swing at the official but misses as the official drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

VASSA: “Magnus is pissed!”

JOHNSON: “The ring is clear and it’s all his. Let’s just hope he calms down.”

Magnus walks around the ring in a rage, yelling out obscenities to the crowd. He then stops in front of the ropes, looks to the outside where the official and ringside crew assist Bryan. Magnus laughs at the sight and then turns his back to them before walking to the other side of the ring and climbing to the outside where Phoebe awaits.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by disqualification, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

 

Following the last match, the camera cuts backstage as Brian Hollywood is walking freely down the hallway not worried about the warning he got by Cashe and the rest of the Unstable earlier on in the night.  Hollywood is in his street clothes now along with his black trench coat he’s been sporting as of late.  Unclear where Hollywood is heading, it is shortly revealed to all as Hollywood passes right by the Unstable locker room.  Hollywood walks by at first but then he backs up slowly while whistling and just stares at the door.  You can see the wheels in Hollywood’s head start to turn and a sly smile crosses his face.  Just as he begins to knock Gabriel Hartman, seeing what Hollywood was about to do, runs down the hallway and gets his attention.

HARTMAN: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Hollywood, feeling interrupted from what he was about to do, immediately turns his attention towards Hartman.

HOLLYWOOD: “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something here!”

HARTMAN: “If you’d really like to know, I don’t believe anyone is in there right now so you don’t have to worry about talking to any of them.”

Hollywood shifts his eyes back and forth between Hartman and the Unstable locker room.  Hartman looks a bit nervous as he’s anxiously awaiting what Hollywood is going to do next.  Why Gabriel Hartman was even trying to stop Hollywood from entering was a mystery let alone the fact that it was eyebrow raising enough with his concern.  Hollywood quickly picked up on Hartman’s curious behavior and concern for him and just smiles and shakes his head.

HOLLYWOOD: “I’m touched, Hartman, I really am.  However, I have something that I must do and you’re kind of preventing me from doing it.”

HARTMAN: “Look, it’s none of my business to really poke around at what you’re up to, but I’m also very aware of your war brewing agenda with the Unstable.  If you must honestly know why I stopped you in the first place, I’ve been wanting to get an interview with you ever since you’ve been back.  You’ve always been one that I have constantly strived for interviewing.  I only got that one interview with you last year and it was cut abruptly short.  I just want to know more about what you’re planning on doing now that you’re back in 4CW.”

Hollywood raises an eyebrow again as he just looks at Hartman for a few moments.  Hartman starts to get nervous again, only this time, it is nervousness in the hopes that Hollywood will grant him a few moments of his time.  As he shrugs his shoulders, Hollywood finally turns away from the locker room and gives Hartman his undivided attention.

HOLLYWOOD: “Alright Hartman, I’ll bite.  Normally I would be interviewed on MY own time and at my own request but since I like you, I’ll grant you your request.  So what would you like to know?”

Hartman smiles and feels a sense of relief that he gets the improv interview from Hollywood.

HARTMAN: “It seemed like a surprise to everyone when you made your return at Winter Wasteland and you didn’t disappoint.  Already upon your return, you’ve managed to put not only a target on your back, but a lot of eyes on you as well.  You’ve always been one to wow everyone with your methods and your abilities and I’m curious, what are you’re plans now that your back and what does your plan entail with your newly formed Order?”

Hollywood smiles pushes his trench coat back before finally answering.

HOLLYWOOD: “It was always inevitable that my return to 4CW would happen.  My time away from 4CW, and keeping an ever watching eye out, has shown me that in my absence, things in 4CW has become chaotic.  On top of that, people thought they could get away with absolutely anything and would ravish everyone with their fears and their bullying.  The Unstable’s formation is proof of that and when it has grown in its black hole like fear, I knew it was only a matter of time before management would get sucked into the chaos.  The Order’s purpose is simple, Hartman.  I gathered a few followers, my former tag team partner being one of them, and put together a force that is going to clean up the shit around here.  A lot of people think I’m out of my element but what a lot of those people don’t understand is that before I left, I already had a convincing grip on part of 4CW and things never escalated out of hand.  So because of the constant chaos and those claiming things that don’t belong to them, the formation of The Order was imminent.  We are here to restore order in 4CW and right all the wrongs that 4CW has become, including their benefactors.  It’s basic common sense, Hartman, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

HARTMAN: “Well you’ve definitely rubbed some people the wrong way and that was evident when The Unstable approached you after your match.  As shocked as everyone else was, the Unstable did something that was out of their element.  Jason Cashe himself convinced the Unstable not to attack you and in turn, Cashe gave you a warning to stay out of their way.  What were your thoughts when they approached you with the warning?”

Hollywood smiles and shakes his head in a ridiculous way.

HOLLYWOOD: “Yippy for me, I got a warning.  It’s almost like getting a pink card in fucking elementary school.  I’ll be honest, Hartman, the warning was perceived in a couple of ways.  Firstly, the fact that the Unstable did something they normally don’t do and provide a warning, it was to a person who is very reputable around here.  That just goes to show you the impact I have around here.  Everyone is very well aware of what I’m capable of.  Secondly, the Unstable were being cautious because they are afraid of what I will do.  It’s the fear of the unknown, the unpredictability of what I’m all about.  They have no idea just how far I’m willing to take this thing.  Sure, Jason Cashe and I have a history as allies, but being that we have that history, Cashe himself knows what I’m all about and he knows the kind of shit and the power of what I can do.  Even he himself is skeptical about what is going to happen in this war in 4CW.  You’ve seen the storm clouds in the distance and now that they are here, they have completely shrouded 4CW with uncertainty.”

HARTMAN: “So now that we’ve got that established, just what are you going to do about the warning Cashe gave to you?”

Hollywood begins to smile evilly as he pats Hartman on the back.  Still, even after the warning and even what Hartman has said, Hollywood still appears to be relaxed without any worries.

HOLLYWOOD: “Heh, what am I going to do?  As you can see, I’m still very much alone right now and unprotected from my fellow Order stablemates.  That’s power, Hartman.  Just by looking at someone, I can give them a feeling of intimidation.  However, the rest of the Order are out on a little side project I cooked up so they won’t be available the rest of the night.  So, what do I have to say to Cashe and the Unstable’s warning?  All I’ve really got to say is thanks, but no thanks.  It was kind of them to deliver the warning, but it also showed me that deep down, the Unstable are weak.  I’ve never really played completely by the rules and the last thing I’m going to deal with is cooperation.  The Unstable have had their moment in the fucking sun.  They’ve terrorized 4CW long enough and now the Sheriff is in town to clean this shit up and restore balance, order and law to 4CW.  One thing that people will never understand is that I don’t fall in line with the rest of everyone else.  I’m someone you just can’t fuck with and expect to get away with it.  I’m here to make sure The Unstable know just what they are up against.  I won’t be intimidated and if they expect they can take me down, well, they’ve got another thing coming!  I’m not going down easily, and it’s time that the Unstable got what is coming to them.  It’s going to be fire against fire and if we burn the place to the ground, then so be it.  At least when it’s all said and done, things will be as it was and I will see my mission carried out.  Now if you’ll excuse me, Hartman, I’m very curious about something and there’s something I’ve got to do.”

Confused as to what Hollywood was talking about, Hartman looks on as Hollywood walks a few feet by him up to the Unstable locker room.  Hartman’s eyes widen with shock at what Hollywood is doing.  Hollywood opens up the Unstable locker room and peaks inside and smiles as the door slowly closes with Hollywood apparently walking in as the scene fades out.

 

 

MAIN EVENT
BRYAN LAUGHLIN VS. CHRIS MADISON

VASSA: “It’s been one wild night and here are, we’ve finally made it to the main event!”

JOHNSON: “It has been a crazy, wild night. We’ve seen some really good matches with this first round of the tournament. We even witnessed another son turn on Perry Wallace.”

VASSA: “Another one bites the dust, or should I say joins Unstable.”

JOHNSON: “I kind of feel sorry for him.”

VASSA: “Why? He’s aligned himself with Dakota and Erron without including any of his ‘kids’. What did you expect?”

JOHNSON: “But they’re family.”

VASSA: “And so was Cyrus! But he made the right choice sooner than the others.”

JOHNSON: “Unstable is taking over 4CW. They are now six strong, five of which being on Adrenaline.”

VASSA: “We have Art of War who are two strong. We have The Order who are four strong. And then we have Omerta who are two strong. Unstable has the advantage in numbers now.”

JOHNSON: “But 4CW has an entire roster of people not aligned with anyone but more concerned with the well being of 4CW.”

VASSA: “So 4CW has the numbers? But who is going to stand up and unite against Unstable?”

JOHNSON: “That’s a very good question and only time will tell. Right now, we have a main event to get to which features Bryan Laughlin and Chris Madison, the new 4CW Pride Champion.”

VASSA: “What the hell are we waiting for?!”

The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly. His trademark “LAUGH-LIN” Run DMC Style shirt on he nods his head to the music and acknowledges the fans before dropping his head taking a deep breath and breaking out into a sprint towards the ring.

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, “The Ripper”, BRYAN LAUGHLIN!!!”

Approaching the ring he slides in and gets to his knees throwing his head back and his arms out allowing the fans to acknowledge him back. He quickly hops to his feet mouthing the lyrics.

“Judge me for what I am
The passage of death
You don’t play, you don’t win
You change nothing
You gain nothing
Everybody’s out from here on in”

He backs into the nearest corner taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him out of the ring as his music slowly fades.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint before the screen cuts to black with white lettering that spells out “Unstable”. The crowd jumps to their feet, a 50/50 split between cheers and boos, as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).

“We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle
HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.

VASSA: “I’m still a little upset that Jett doesn’t have that championship anymore.”

JOHNSON: “Upset? Didn’t we talking about this earlier?”

VASSA: “We did but Jett deserves it more. The only thing Madison cares about is that record he talks about all the time, his precious!”

JOHNSON: “It is a pretty big accomplishment and will cement his name in the record books, but it’s going to be a tough challenge with Bryan Laughlin standing across from him.”

VASSA: “You’re right about that. He pulled a fast one on my boy, Hopkins, two weeks ago. That isn’t an easy task for anyone. With his momentum right now, Madison better be on the lookout.”

JOHNSON: “It was an impressive accomplishment given it was only his second match on the Adrenaline roster. That’s how you make an impact!”

VASSA: “I have a feeling that this is going to be a defensive game, just like the Super Bowl was. I lost one hundred bucks on that game.”

JOHNSON: “You made a stupid bet! You bet that Colin Kaepernick would throw the first touchdown and he doesn’t play for either team.”

VASSA: “SHUT UP!!! I was confused by the location of the event! It’s alright though. There’s always next year and boy is it looking good that he’s reunited with Chip Kelly.”

JOHNSON: “You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, especially social media.”

VASSA: “Whatever, let’s just get on with the match.”

Madison steps down from the corner and reaches over the top rope, handing the championship to a member of the ringside crew. In the center of the ring, the official checks with Laughlin who stands motionless with his eyes locked on Madison across the ring. Shrugging his shoulders, the official then turns to Madison who doesn’t even pay him any mind. With his eyes locked on Laughlin, Madison just nods towards the official. Pleased with both, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both men then step away from their corners and slowly approach until standing face to face in the center of the ring. As they stand in silence, the noise level of the crowd grows louder and louder. Looking down slightly to Madison, Laughlin clearly has a couple of inches on the man. The two then take a step back from one another, get into position and then begin circling the ring. Shooting in, Madison goes for Laughlin’s leg but comes up empty handed as Laughlin slides back, keeping distance between the two. Pushing himself up from one knee, Madison nods and the two circle each other once more. At the same moment, the two lunge forward and lock up. From the jump, Laughlin overpowers Madison and begins driving him backwards across the ring. Madison then plants his feet into the mat, stops the momentum and then drives Laughlin backwards across the ring. In the blink of an eye, Laughlin slips out of Madison’s clutches, grans his wrist, and then maneuvers himself behind Madison, holding his arm behind his back with a wrist lock.

With his free arm, Madison throws an elbow back, hitting Laughlin in the side of the head. Laughlin doesn’t let up and keeps the wrist lock in tact, pinning Madison’s arm behind his back. Madison then throws another elbow back but this time as he does, Laughlin releases the wrist lock, resulting in Madison’s spinning around to face him. Laughlin then unloads with knife edge chops to Madison’s chest, one after the other, backing Madison across the ring. Jumping into the air, Laughlin plants both knees into Madison’s chin, sending him stumbling to the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Madison swings with a right hook and comes up short as Laughlin ducks underneath it. When Madison’s body comes to a stop, his back is facing Laughlin who then wraps him up, lifts him up from the mat and drives him head first into the canvas with a German suplex.

VASSA: “Laughlin is off to a quick start on Madison!”

JOHNSON: “Madison has proven time and time again that he’s a machine in that ring. Laughlin is on the right track and has been one step ahead of him the whole way.”

VASSA: “That’s the best way to approach a match like this with a man like Madison standing across the ring from you. This isn’t going to be a simple throw down. One of these men are going to have to outsmart the other in order to win this match.”

Releasing Madison from his clutches, Laughlin rolls over and slams both hands to the canvas before pushing himself up. With Madison down at his feet, Laughlin the stomps repeatedly on his lower legs before grabbing the right one by the ankle and raising it into the air. Laughlin then kicks Madison in the back of the knee a few times before slamming his leg back down to the mat. Making his way around Madison’s body, Laughlin grabs ahold of his head and rolls him over to his stomach before pulling him up. Laughlin then gets Madison in a double underhook and gives him multiple headbutts. He then wraps Madison’s body up with both hands before lifting him up and slamming him to his back with a belly to belly suplex.

With Madison down on his back, Laughlin then turns to the corner and quickly races over to it. Climbing to the top, the then slowly turns to face the ring again, but most importantly Madison who is still down. Leaping straight forward from the top, Laughlin comes down with a diving headbutt, slamming his into Madison’s with force. While delivering a massive blow to Madison’s head, Laughlin also takes a bit of damage himself, rolling over to his back and seeing stars. The two lay on their backs for a moment as the official begins the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Laughlin quickly shakes it off and then pushes himself up. Standing tall beside Madison’ Laughlin wobbles back and forth, clearly still feeling the after effects. He then bends over and delivers a solid right hand to Madison’s mouth. Dropping down to his knees, Laughlin cradles Madison and begins slamming knee strikes into his ribs, pounding on him like a slab of meat. After half a dozen knees, Laughlin releases the cradle, only to then cover him for the pin.

ONE
.
.
TW–

JOHNSON: “Nope!”

VASSA: “You’re going to need to do more than that Bryan!”

Pushing himself up and not wasting any time, Laughlin grabs Madison underneath the arm and pulls him up. He then throws Madison to the ropes across the ring and takes a few steps to the center to wait for his return. As Madison comes back on the rebound, Laughlin bends over to flip him up and over but as he does, Madison kicks him right in the face, knocking him over to his back. Laughlin quickly rolls over to get to his feet but Madison moves in quickly and hits him over the back with a double axe handle, keeping him down on one knee.

While holding Laughlin’s head, Madison unloads with back to back punches to the dome, rattling his brain with each one. He then drags Laughlin up to his feet and positions himself behind him, setting him up for a pump-handle. After lifting Laughlin into the air, Madison then slams him down to the canvas with power, trying to throw him through it. Leaping onto Laughlin, Madison clutches his head and then begins slamming repeated knees into Laughlin’s mid-section, more importantly his ribs.

Growing bored with the knee assault, Madison then stands tall and pulls Laughlin up as well. Out of nowhere, Laughlin swats Madison’s hands away and then slams both fists into his chest, knocking him back a few steps. Laughlin kicks Madison in the side of the knee, forcing it to give out from under him. Madison drops down to one knee and as he does, Laughlin kicks towards his head. Catching his leg in mid-air, Madison forces himself back up while still holding it. With Laughlin on one leg, Madison then spins around while falling to the mat, pulling Laughlin along with him and throwing him across the ring.

VASSA: “I’m surprised Bryan’s leg is still attached to his body after that!”

JOHNSON: “The tables have turned! Bryan was able to get off to a hot start but Madison has taken over the match!”

VASSA: “We said it! One of these guys were going to have to outsmart the other and Madison was one step ahead when Bryan tried to toss him over his back. Quick on his feet, Madison fed him his boot and here we are, watching him take advantage of the given opportunity.”

Back on his feet, Madison locks his eyes on Laughlin and moves in, not giving him any extra time to catch his breath and recover. Grabbing ahold of his leg, Madison pulls him away from the ropes until he’s abruptly stopped as Laughlin latches onto the bottom one with both hands. Catching Madison by surprise, Laughlin then draws his other leg back and kicks it forward, smashing his boot into Madison’s face. Madison stumbles backwards before tripping over his own feet and falling to the canvas.

The two then race to get to their foot. Standing first, Laughlin then charges in and greets Madison with a clothesline, knocking him back down to his back. He then kicks and stomps Madison’s lower legs before taking a few steps back and then popping a handstand. Walking on his hands, Laughlin closes in on Madison before dropping back down and building momentum with his legs before driving his knee to Madison’s. Rolling Madison over to his stomach, Laughlin then climbs onto his back, grabs both of Madison’s legs and then pulls them backwards, locking them underneath his arms and applying a Boston crab.

With Laughlin on his back nearly trying to rip him in half, Madison fights through the pain but unable to escape. The official drops down in front of him and checks for a submission but as you would assume, Madison refuses and ignores him completely. Madison then begins dragging himself inch by inch across the ring, taking Laughlin for a ride on his back. Trying to hold their position, Laughlin plants his feet into the canvas but doesn’t do any good as they’re both dragged along. Within feet of the ropes, Madison then extends his arm and reaches with all of his might to grab the bottom rope but comes up inches short, giving Laughlin a moment of opportunity. Laughing then stands somewhat with the move still in tact and begins taking baby steps to the center of the ring, but in a burst of energy, Madison is able to fully extend his legs, throwing Laughlin forward and freeing himself.

VASSA: “Madison escapes!”

JOHNSON: “Just when you think he’s in trouble, Madison surprises us all and sends Laughlin flying across the ring.”

VASSA: “After coming up short of the ropes and being dragged back towards the center of the ring, I was almost certain that Laughlin was going to make him tap eventually.”

JOHNSON: “It would have been a huge achievement for him to put a blemish on that record and stop him from earning that record all for himself.”

Laughlin grabs ahold of the ropes by him and pulls himself up. Meanwhile, Madison slowly climbs to his feet, favoring his lower back. The two the turn simultaneously and look at one another, eyes locked as the hear begins to rise in the ring. Madison slowly limps his way to the center of the ring where he then waves for Laughlin to come and he does. The two get into position and then circle, watching each little movement of the other and looking for an opportunity to strike. The two then lunge towards each other to lock up but as they close in, Madison ducks out of the way and steps in behind Laughlin. Madison then locks in a half nelson before lifting Laughlin up from his feet and driving him into the mat with a suplex.

Laughlin’s body flops over to it’s side as Madison releases him and then rolls over to push himself up. Up on his feet, Madison walks and stands over Laughlin before reaching down and lifting him up from the mat. Wrapping him up by the waist, Madison then drops him to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster, laying him in the center. Pooling over to the nearby corner, Madison quickly gets up and then makes his way over to it and climbs to the top. Once standing on the top of the corner, Madison leaps off and flies towards Laughlin’s body, going for a double foot stomp.

JOHNSON: “This is going to hu–“

VASSA: “UH-OOHHH!!!”

Before Madison can land with both feet on Laughlin’s chest, Laughlin rolls out of the way. Instead, Madison lands on the canvas with both feet and before he knows it, Laughlin pops up and then drives his elbow into his stomach. Stepping in behind Madison, Laughlin wraps him up and lifts him up from his feet for a German suplex. As Laughlin begins to fall backwards, Madison squirms out of his arms and then rolls backwards, coming down to the canvas on his feet as Laughlin hits the mat empty handed.

Realizing he’s empty handed, Laughlin quickly pushes himself up but before he can stand, Madison latches onto his head with both hands. Holding Laughlin tightly, Madison then drives his knee upward and plants it into the side of his head. He then pulls Laughlin up but quickly gets pushed away. Madison then takes a swing forward and connects with a stiff right hand only to catch one in return as Laughlin fires back. Madison then throws another but misses as Laughlin swats it away and then counters with a kick to the stomach, knocking him back a few steps. Laughlin then lunges forward with a haymaker but comes up short as Madison ducks underneath. Running to the ropes, Laughlin bounces off and almost runs into a lariat from Madison but manages to avoid it as he ducks. Madison then quickly turns around to see Laughlin’s fist closing in on his face. Leaning to the side, Madison avoids the punch and as Laughlin steps into him, he plants both hands into his chest and then launches him into the air. After going up, Laughlin then begins his descent belly down as Madison jumps up and wraps both hands around his head. With gravity doing it’s part, the two then fall to the canvas as Madison curls his knees against his chest. Hitting the mat and coming to an abrupt stop on his back, Madison pulls Laughlin down into him, driving his face into his knees.

JOHNSON: “CHAOS THEORY!!!”

VASSA: “Holy shit that came out of nowhere!”

JOHNSON: “Laughlin is out cold!”

VASSA: “And Madison’s going for the pin!”

With Madison flipping over and falling to his back laid out, Madison then crawls on top of him and hooks the leg as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!

Just as the official’s hand slaps the mat for the three, Laughlin kicks out of the pin but only a split second too late.

VASSA: “That’s it ladies and gentlemen, this one is in the books!”

JOHNSON: “Madison does it! Madison wins the match and sets the record in 4CW for most consecutive wins!”

VASSA: “This was an amazing match and a huge accomplishment for Madison here in 4CW.”

“You Want A Battle? (Here’s A War)” hits the speakers as Madison erupts to his feet and the crowd pops at the sight. Running to his corner, he reaches over the top rope and grabs the Pride Championship from a member of the ringside crew. He then climbs the corner and raises the championship above his head.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

He then hops down and before he can make his way to the other side of the ring, the official stops him in his tracks. Grabbing ahold of Madison’s arm, the official raises it into the air for the victory.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

The crowd roars as Madison pulls his arm away from the official and makes his way to the corner as originally planned.

VASSA: “This is an unbelievable accomplishment and will forever be remembered in the history books.”

JOHNSON: “It surely is Vi–“

VASSA: “Wait a second, Steve, your mic went out. … Talk louder, your mic isn’t picking anything up. … Cut backstage? … Really? … Okay? … Folks, we’re going to go backstage for a short moment and try to figure out this small technical difficulty.”

 

 

 

The fans wildin’ out after the Main Event comes to a finish. Both Chris Madison and Bryan Laughlin have gone all out to entertain the live audience and those watching at home on HBO.

VASSA: ”I’m glad we got your mic issue resolved. This was an amazing match! Geez Us I hope we get to see this again soon!”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t agree more! My mic is back up now and this match was truly one for the highlight reel. So many close calls, a technical showcase from two of the brightest spots in 4CW right now!”

The referee gets the Pride Championship and hands it to Madison as he sits up against the pads of a corner. Laughlin slowly slides out of the ring and looks back one more time as the two men lock eyes.

JOHNSON: ”One last look, I think both of these guys cemented a respect between them in this match!”

Heading up the ramp, Laughlin disappears backstage before Chris Madison takes hold of the Pride Championship while he watches Laughlin leave..

“Sludge God” by Insane LOC starts banging throughout the building and the fans take their amped up cheers even louder as everyone, including Chris Madison stares at the entrance way.

VASSA: ”Could this be happening!? Could we see Chris Madison and Dakota Smith!? Holy Shit!!”

Clinching his Pride Championship tightly at the strap, Chris Madison looks mad, looks disrespected as he tries to pull himself to his feet in the corner. As the fans begin to chant for Dakota, the 4CW Champion finally bursts out from the back. His Championship isn’t in sight but he isn’t alone as Erron Wilder is out with him and both men head to the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Omerta is coming!”

VASSA: ”Hide yo’ kids! Hide yo’ women! But most of all, guard your buttholes!”

JOHNSON: ”Your Buttholes!?”

VASSA: ”Dakota isn’t past raping someone…You disagree?”

No response from Johnson as Dakota Smith and Erron Wilder get to ringside. Wilder goes around the ring as Dakota casually takes the stairs, each one slowly as his eyes pierce inside the ring at Unstable member and Pride Champion, Chris Madison. Before Madison can get up, Wilder slides in the ring from the side as Dakota dips in between the middle and top ropes.

VASSA: ”Awww shit! Chris Madison has Omerta in the ring and he’s sitting in the corner, still ailing from an outstanding match with Bryan Laughlin!”

JOHNSON: ”It has to be a matter of time befor–”

As both Dakota and Wilder close in on the corner where Madison is kneeled on a knee, the fans roar again as Unstable rushes out from the back. CJ O’Donnell, Cyrus Riddle, Jason Cashe, and the newest member Darryl Wallace.

JOHNSON: ”HERE THEY COME!! It’s about to get ugly!”

VASSA: ”Ohh man, this is SUPER EXCITING!!”

CJ and Cashe hit the ring quickly as Dakota and Erron turn to greet them. Erron ducks a clothesline from Jason Cashe and spears CJ O’Donnell as he enters the ring. Dakota catches Cashe with a big right and the two begin to trade heavy blows.

VASSA: ”I hope they tear each other apart just for my entertainment! I’ve got goosebumps! It’s Unstable versus Omerta!!”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah but the numbers are in Unstable’s favor…Oh, look Madison is up!”

From behind, Chris Madison cracks Dakota in the back of the head with the Pride Championship and “The Butcher” falls forward right into a “Mark Of JASON” by Jason Cashe as Darrly Wallace climbs in the ring. Fans begin to boo as Cyrus Riddle remains outside the ring staring at the fight inside by his former brother and his new brothers in Unstable. Nodding, Riddle begins to round the ring as Madison and Cashe work on Dakota with gang style stomps. Darryl Wallace big boots Erron Wilder to the side of his head as he lays into CJ O’Donnell on the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Unstable has both numbers and strength, Omerta is fighting a losing battle..”

Erron Wilder fights back as Darryl grabs him off the canvas. CJ on his feet snaps sideways and cracks Wilder with a Superkick and he sinks into the arms of big Darryl Wallace. On the outside, Cyrus Riddle grabs a steel chair and climbs the stairs before entering the ring. Cashe points at Riddle and smiles, bending over and pulling Dakota up. Madison helps him as they get Dakota ready to receive a Chair shot by his former Brother. Cocking back, Cyrus Riddle arches the chair back and high before swinging it forward with all he’s got!

CCRRAACCKK!!!

The chair doesn’t hit Dakota but Jason Cashe to the face and the XTV Champion drops to the canvas.

VASSA: ”WHAAAA!?! He hit Cashe? What’s going on!?”

JOHNSON: ”Has…Has Cyrus Riddle turned on Unstable?”

Dakota snaps an elbow back and catches Chris Madison in the mouth as Darryl holds Erron in the corner, drilling him with heavy body shots. CJ O’Donnell turns to see Riddle strike down Cashe and “The Distinguished” rushes at Riddle, leaps with a Single Knee going for his “Irish Knowledge” but Riddle having the Chair, swings and meets the knee with steel. CJ hits the canvas and Cyrus Riddle lays into O’Donnell with a downward Chair attack. Darryl turns back to notice Unstable losing the fight and gives Erron Wilder enough time to catch an opening, cracking Darryl with a huge headbutt to the much bigger man.

Darryl spins around cupping his nose where the Headbutt caught him by surprise. Cyrus Riddle with the chair held down, swings upwards as he lunges at Darryl and blasts the big man with a solid shot from the chair and Darryl hits the canvas, rolling out of the ring to get away filled with pain.

JOHNSON: ”Omerta has turned the tables! With Riddle now switching sides again, things are very evened up and Unstable is looking to have drawn the short stick!”

VASSA: ”They were cheated! Duped! Tricked! This is a wrongful doing to the men, the honor of Unstable!!”

JOHNSON; ”What? Since fucking when!?”

VASSA: ”Shut up Johnson, you don’t know anything!”

CJ O’Donnell escapes under the bottom ropes, aching with pains from the chair shots by Cyrus Riddle. The two exchange some words as Riddle leans over the top rope. Chris Madison and Dakota are brawling, trading shots with some dirty boxing type fight as Jason Cashe gets up from the canvas. The XTV Champion shakes off the huge chair shot, wobbly in the feet as he stops and sees Erron Wilder running at him. Cashe throws a piss poor clothesline, Wilder hooks the arm, ducks behind him, hooks his other arm and lift snaps Jason Cashe up and over with a Back to Back Backslide Driver and the fans are in Riot level cheers!

At the same time, Dakota catches Madison with an uppercut and stuns him against the ropes. The 4CW Champion steps back and launches back at Madison, clotheslining him over the ropes. Madison dumps onto the ringside floors leaving Cashe as the only member of Unstable still in the ring and he’s laid out.

JOHNSON: ”I think Omerta is once again complete! Riddle is back with Dakota Smith and along with Erron Wilder, this is a DEADLY Trio!”

VASSA: ”Unstable was handed a bad hand here tonight but this is only the start of war, this is FAR from being over!”

As the three members of Omerta circle the XTV Champion laying in the center of the ring, all of their eyes on the member of Unstable outside of the ring. Waiting, hoping to fight more but Unstable seems ready to retreat as the three able members group at the entrance ramp. Hails of cursing and finger pointing from both sides continue.

VASSA: “All hell is breaking loose! Who saw this coming?! Riddle turned yet again but this time it was against Unstable!”

JOHNSON: “Things are really starting to heat up here but unfortunately we have to call it a night.”

VASSA: “NNOOO!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!!”

JOHNSON: “Sorry Vinny, we’re just out of time.”

VASSA: “What the fu–“

JOHNSON: “Well that’s it for tonight ladies and gentlemen! Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head back to the south-east and invade Nashville, Tennessee! I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “Ugh… really? Hmmm… And I’m Vinny Vassa, good night folks!”

The camera changes to an overhead view of the ring and entrance ramp where both parties continue exchanging words. As it appears the action has finally come to an end, the picture slowly begins fading to black as the sound turns into silence. A picture then appears of the tournament bracket, more importantly round two which will take place in two weeks.

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