STAPLES CENTER LOS ANGELES, CA
OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION RUMBLE
ERICA UMBRA VS. LINCOLN CUTLER VS. BRADLEY STEVENS VS.
JOSEPH SULLIVAN VS. DUFF BRIGGS VS. DICK VS. LUKE JONES
With Dick making his way down to the ring, Erica turned her attention to Cutler and Sullivan still going at it on the other side of the ring. With their backs turned to her, she quickly raced in behind them, leaped into the air and took them both down with a double bulldog. With Dick still coming down the ramp and the two face-first on the mat, Erica rolled underneath the bottom rope and dropped down to the floor. Being an over the top rope elimination, this was legal as she was not eliminated. Erica then began digging underneath the ring, pulling out a shovel. Earlier in the day, Perry Wallace had announced that any and everything was legal in this match, including outside weapons. On the inside of the ring, Dick began stomping on Sullivan and Cutler. Aware of Erica on the outside, Dick didn’t think anything of it as he thought he was now eliminated. Rolling back into the ring, Erica stood tall with the shovel in hand as Dick backed away from the two bodies and began pleading his case with the nearby official. Angry with the officials call, Dick then charged towards Erica only to take the metal side to the side of the face as she swung it like a baseball bat. Stumbling across the ring, Dick hit the ropes but before he could bounce off, Erica was right then with the shovel in both hands, jabbing him in the face with it and sending him over the top rope, down to the floor.
Sliding into the ring, Luke Jones entered the match without Erica even knowing he was there. With her attention set on Cutler and Sullivan slowly getting to their feet, Luke decided to sit back and watch, letting her do all the work like any fuckboy would do. The crowd then erupted as Bronx Valescence stormed out from the curtain and down the aisle. Hopping onto the apron, Bronx slapped Luke across the back of the head, grabbing his attention. Turning around to see who that was, knowing he was the last person to enter the match, Luke was taken by surprise at the sight of Bronx standing face to face with him. Grabbing ahold of Luke, Bronx pulled him in while jabbing his knee through the ropes, planting it into Luke’s stomach. Bronx then hooked his arm around Luke’s head and grabbed the back of his tights firmly. Lifting Luke into the air, Bronx pulled him over the top rope and dropped him to the floor with a vertical suplex. Rolling down from the apron, Bronx then walks to the crowd and grabbed a few drinks from the fans. He then began pouring the liquid onto Luke before throwing the cups down at him and leaving the scene.
Inside of the ring, Erica waited patiently with the shovel in hand as Cutler and Sullivan slowly climbed to their feet. Once standing, the two slowly turned around only to see her standing feet away. Charging towards her at the same time, they both took a swing for her head but Erica ducked down and hit them both in the stomachs with the shovel, flipping them over to their backs. Tossing the shovel aside, Erica then grabbed Cutler by the head and rolled him up to his feet. Dragging him to the edge of the ring, she then threw him into the ropes stomach first, forcing him to flip over the top and crash to the floor. With Sullivan still down on his back, Erica picked up the shovel and placed the handle on his crotch. Jumping into the air, she landed on the shovel with a double foot stomp, smashing his family jewels. She then pulled the shovel back, removing it from his body but leaving it lying on the mat. Grabbing Sullivan by the arm, she then pulled him up to his feet with the shovel positioned perfectly between his legs. Jumping backwards, Erica landed on the metal end and just like that, the broom stood straight up and the handle collided with his crotch. Lunging over in serious pain, Sullivan held himself and before he could fall down to the mat, Erica walked him over to the edge of the ring by holding his ear. She then gave him a kiss goodbye, and by kiss I mean a vicious elbow strike to the face. Falling backwards, Sullivan hit the ropes and in a flash, Erica jumped up and sent him over the top with a dropkick to the chest.
VASSA: “She’s only had once match in 4CW and she already has something to say?”
JOHNSON: “After her performance tonight, why not?”
UMBRA: “Tonight, everyone here saw what I was able to accomplish and yet, this still was not the full potential of what I am capable of doing in the ring. Six came, six fell, and six were buried by the Gravedigger, yours truly.”
UMBRA: “If this is just the match for the pre-show and you guys are already riled up, I can only imagine how this L.A. crowd will act throughout the remainder of the show. It’s not just a Los Angeles thing, it’s a Cali thing because, guys, I’m just as crazy as the rest of ya!”
VASSA: “I thought she had something important to say, but it looks like she’s just out there to fluff the fans.”
JOHNSON: “Are you seriously going to insult this woman who just admitted to being crazy?”
UMBRA: “There is a scripture that is often read at funerals that states ‘though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil.’ Comforting words for those who’ve passed on like the ones I defeated here tonight. Those who have passed on walk that valley because they HAVE to. Me? I do it because I WANT to, because I LOVE to. Over and over, time and time, day in, day out. You know what else? Not only do I walk into that particular valley, but I walk directly into the Valley of Death, not just his shadow, and I fucking live there now. It’s about four and a half hours from here and you all can come join me there if you’d like.”
UMBRA: “On second thought, that may not be such a great idea as you wouldn’t be able to come back afterwards. I’m not here to talk about home, I’m here to talk about my future in this organization which looks bright to me. Management, you’ve signed a wonderfully talented, fierce, and deadly competitor in me so kudos to you for that.”
VASSA: “That’s left up for debate.”
JOHNSON: “She will have to earn opportunities and prove herself just like the rest of the roster, but should do well if she is how she claims to be.”
UMBRA: “Lastly, and this goes out to the men and women who compete here in 4 Corners Wrestling… To get into this ring and dance with me is to get into this ring and dance with Death. Just like these men tonight, I will put my competition out of their misery and lay their careers to rest. Some call this ring their yard, others call it their house. I like to call it my sandbox because there are so many different toys hidden in and around it and I love to play here. 4CW talent, why don’t you step in my sandbox and make a play date with me sometime? I won’t be hard to find… I’ll be the one with the shovel!”
MARTIN: “What the hell? You’re match is next, what are you doing just sitting here?”
CASHE: “He called me stupid..Said I was toothless, said I was a Redneck too!”
MARTIN: “Who HASN’T said those things to you? For someone who said you are run of the mill, he sure brought out the cheap tricks, the common response when someone doesn’t know anything more to say about you. He’s looked at you like a book cover and didn’t bother seeing the content inside. Why is it bothering you?”
MARTIN: “It’s really not! Haha! Sorry I had to fuck with you some before I go out there and one of us possibly might not come out of it the same.”
CASHE: “Like you said, he showed he was beginning to reach for whatever branches he could as he fell from the tree of confidence! Your stupid, you have missing teeth! He’s ashamed of losing to me!? Ha! That’s fantastic because he’s not the first to suffer a loss or two and HATE the fact it came from me but that’s his reality. I Hate that my dick isn’t 12 inches long and wide but guess what? I make due with what I have and what I have is simply…BETTER than him.”
MARTIN: “That’s right! 2 Time Wrestler of The Year, 2 Time Feud Of The Year in which BOTH were won by you in the end. You’ve lost teeth to at the top, a fucking NIPPLE! Bronx is jealous and sitting in his sweat pants proved that!”
CASHE: “He isn’t completely wrong either though…I am a stupid sum bitch! That just means he should smarten up and know when to quit because I don’t and that’s dangerous for him…”
MARTIN: “Knock em dead!”
CASHE: “I might just go a head and try to kill him…that or kill his career…See you in a bit huh?”
C H A M P I O N
YEAR OF THE
THE BLACK DAHLIAS
ARE DEAD AGAIN
Once at ringside, the camera works its way around the ring until the announcers booth comes into picture with Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa waiting patiently to start the evening. Behind them, a few fans hold up a banner, grabbing the attention of the operator.
UNSTABLE LEAVES WITH ALL OF
THE GOLD ON THE LINE TONIGHT
Lowering the picture, Johnson and Vassa then come in to view. Johnson takes a drink from his glass of water as Vassa ashes his cigar on the floor beside him. After placing his glass on the table, Johnson then takes lead as we officially kick off the evening.
JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Winter Wasteland! I’m your host, Steve Johnson and the man beside you all know and have grown to enjoy, Vinny Vassa.”
VASSA: “Thank you for the introduction Steve and hello to all of you sitting at home tuned in to us tonight. We have a killer line up for the evening and I for one cannot wait any longer.”
JOHNSON: “Me either, Vinny! We do have a jam packed card scheduled for the night and before we jump into our opening match, give us a few moments of your time to run down the line up.”
VASSA: “A few moments? Have we ever only taken a few moments?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t recall but we’re going to attempt to do so tonight.”
VASSA: “Wish us luck ladies and gentlemen, we’re sure as hell going to need it. So what’s first in the mix? Who do we have opening this big event?”
JOHNSON: “Opening the night we have Bronx Valescence challenging Jason Cashe for the 4CW XTV Championship.”
VASSA: “Some good Extreme Television action! I like it. This match has a crazy stipulation to it as well, doesn’t it?”
JOHNSON: “This will be a 4CW first in what is called Winter’s Hell. It’s an odd match but I can’t think of two people that it fits more.”
VASSA: “I’ve actually been reading up on this in the memo that Jack Vaughn sent out. Correct me if I’m wrong but there’s going to be a wall constructed of chains standing tall on one side of the ring?”
VASSA: “And from this wall there will be chains attached to it and various spots within the ring.”
JOHNSON: “You are correct.”
VASSA: “So now that the odd part is out of the way, let me get this right. There will be weapons hanging from the chairs attached to the ring?”
JOHNSON: “Yes and from what I’ve heard, there will be weapons hanging from the chain wall as well. I have not seen this set up. We have a separate ring to hold this match and right now it’s covered from all sides with a black curtain.”
VASSA: “That’s some top secret shit! Why haven’t we peaked yet?”
JOHNSON: “Because you haven’t stopped talking since we sat here at the booth.”
VASSA: “Good point, good point there Steve. Now tell me a little more about this match. What exactly is the object here?”
JOHNSON: “If we’re being honest, the whole chain wall and chains attached to the ring is pointless. They have no play in the outcome of this match. They’re there more so for theatrics.”
VASSA: “I can only imagine how stoned Wallace was when he put this thing together in his head.”
JOHNSON: “If anything, this is more of a table match.”
VASSA: “How so?”
JOHNSON: “Well beside the ring there are two tables stacked on top of each other with flat screen televisions secured to the tops.”
VASSA: “Extreme… Television! I get it.”
JOHNSON: “So the two tables are stacked beside the ring, between it and a scaffold standing tall.”
VASSA: “Are you kidding me? A goddamn scaffold?”
JOHNSON: “You heard right. So the object here is to throw the opponent off of the scaffold and through the two tables with televisions attached to their tops.”
VASSA: “So that’s it? All one has to do is throw the other off the scaffold and through the two tables?”
JOHNSON: “Ding, ding, we have a winner.”
VASSA: “So what the hell is the point of the chain wall and shit? If the object is to throw the opponent off of the scaffold and through two tables then why have a chain wall?”
JOHNSON: “I think it’s more for visuals but then again, there will be weapons galore hanging from the chains. So this thing is bound to get messy.”
WALLACE: “Okay, this is stupid. Wallace, if you hear me, this is the dumbest match that you have ever booked. Just admit that Unstable has defeated you and driven you insane because this match makes no sense at all. I can’t even… next match, Steve!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t believe you’re supposed to be smoking in here, Vinny.”
VASSA: “Ask me if I give a fuck. Go on, ask me?”
JOHNSON: “Do you give a flip?”
VASSA: “Hell no, now get on with the card. We’ve already wasted enough time.”
JOHNSON: “I’m just going to zip right on through these next matches before we’re forced to cut things short.”
VASSA: “Sounds like your sex life.”
JOHNSON: “So the Fate roster will be joining us tonight.”
VASSA: “And lucky for us, we won’t be calling the matches. I’ll be loading up on the catering in the back. Thanks Jack!”
JOHNSON: “So with Fate we have four random matches known as the Wasteland Wildcard. We will not know who is facing who until Mike Powers calls their names. So directly following the opening match we have Wasteland Wildcard number one! Then we have a match with Kat Jones coming back after a short break as she will be stepping into the ring with a newer talent, Victor Cassius.”
VASSA: “Following that, we have another Wildcard match and then we have Memphis Cunningham stepping into the ring with the sexy, Rorie Steele!”
JOHNSON: “Calm down, Vinny! Then we have another Wasteland Wildcard match followed by an extreme rules match between Darryl Wallace and Magnus Brutus. After that, we will then jump into the final Wasteland Wildcard match of the evening.”
VASSA: “So four Wasteland Wildcard matches, not bad. I’m really excited about the match that follows the final Wildcard. Bryan Laughlin and Jair Hopkins will be squaring off in a match that could very well steal the show.”
JOHNSON: “It truly coult but it’s going to be tough considering the rest of the line up we have for the evening. After that, Seamus O’Connor will be returning to a 4CW ring after being sidelined with an injury. We have a grudge match folks! Seamus will get a chance for revenge as he will step into the ring with the man who put him on the sidelines, Drew Stevenson!”
VASSA: “This is going to be one hell of a fight and I don’t know who to place my bet on. Sure, Drew put Seamus down and out but I can promise you that Seamus will be looking for revenge here tonight in his return.”
JOHNSON: “After that, we have one final Fate match as Niobe Martin will be defending the Fate Championship against Rob Hewitt.”
JOHNSON: “That’s our undercard for the evening. In our headline, we have a tag team match for the Tag Team Championships. The Distinguished Archetypes, CJ O’Donnell and Cyrus Riddle will be taking on Art of War, the defending champions, Bryan Williams and Aidan Carlisle.”
VASSA: “We’ve seen these teams compete for the championships once before but this time there won’t be a third team involved. And it’s a tornado tag match nonetheless.”
JOHNSON: “It’s going to be a throw down in the ring with the tag gold on the line. I can’t wait!”
VASSA: “To close the night, we have our main event which will feature the Pride Championship.”
JOHNSON: “With Dakota Smith, the 4CW Champion missing, Winter Wasteland will showcase the Pride Championship.”
VASSA: “Jett Wilder has really proved a lot of people wrong and turned some heads wince stepping back in 4CW. He’s now our Pride Champion. Tonight will be his first defense and damnit boy, it isn’t going to be an easy one.”
JOHNSON: “He’ll be stepping into the ring with a man who has proven to be a machine since signing with 4CW. Chris Madison has been undefeated up to this point with nine singles wins and zero losses. He also scored a tag team win three weeks ago at Adrenaline with Jason Cashe in his corner.”
VASSA: “He’s pushing for the record that The Red Pioneer set a while back. He’s been a joy to watch in action inside of the ring. He’s programmed to destroy whatever stands in front of him and so far, he hasn’t had a slip up yet.”
JOHNSON: “This match between Chris and Jett will be a two out of three falls match. One pin or submission won’t seal the deal. Whoever wins it is going to need two.”
VASSA: “I just hope that Jett is prepared for this because Madison could really hurt him in the ring if he isn’t careful.”
JOHNSON: “Well let’s just hope for the best. And that’s it folks. That’s our lineup for the night. We’re going to dive right into the action with our opening match. Thank you for putting up with us. Let’s get on with the show!”
BRONX VALESCENCE VS. JASON CASHE ©
VASSA: “Alright, let’s get down to business with our opening match!”
JOHNSON: “We’re kicking things off big here tonight with an XTC Championship bout that is going to tear the house down!”
VASSA: “It’s an odd match but I’m sure it will be interesting to watch. I just hope no one dies from the chaos.”
JOHNSON: “You and me both!”
POWERS: “The following contest will be for the 4CW Extreme Television Championship!”
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring first, from Eastport, Maine, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet tall, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
VASSA: “I don’t think Bronx was expecting anything like this.”
JOHNSON: “I wasn’t expecting anything like this. None of us were.”
VASSA: “That chain wall is higher than I expected it to be, but DAMN! The scaffold is wwwaaayyyyyy taller than I had imagined.”
JOHNSON: “It really is. The two tables stacked beside it are standard sized tables. But there’s a good eight feet difference between the top table and the scaffold.”
VASSA: “I’m going to say at least ten feet. I feel sorry for whoever takes the fall and crashes through both of those tables and televisions before smacking that concrete floor underneath.”
JOHNSON: “Not only that but there are all sorts of weapons hanging from those chains. More than I expected.”
VASSA: “Well we have the norm… chairs, kendo sticks, a trash can, barbed wire, so on and so on. But what sticks out to me is the cheese grater, the Xbox, and if I’m not mistaken, that’s a Guitar Hero guitar hanging in the far corner.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know what Guitar Hero is but I do see the plastic guitar.”
VASSA: “It’s a video game Steve and I will fuck anyone up who wants to battle me with the axe.”
JOHNSON: “Okay? Anyways, there’s also a shovel, a metal gas can, light tubes, a bag of thumbtacks, a fire extinguisher, a ladder, and even a mirror.”
VASSA: “Wait , wait, wait… did you just say a gas can and fire extinguisher?”
JOHNSON: “Indeed I did.”
VASSA: “I can already tell that this is going to be awesome! Where are my marshmallows?!”
JOHNSON: “Oh I almost forgot! There’s even some handcuffs and a staple gun.”
VASSA: “GOD DAMN SON!!!”
JOHNSON: “I hope Bronx is ready because the XTC Champion is on his way!”
POWERS: “And the champion, coming to the ring from Houston Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Extreme Television Champion, “The Troubled One”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he raises the XTV Championship, leaning against the ropes, he roars out, getting hyped up over the upcoming match.
CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH LIGHT THAT SHIT UP!!!”
JOHNSON: “Cashe looks pleased with this whole concept.”
VASSA: “I don’t think it’s the match concept that pleases him. He see’s the buffet of weapons and the potential of violence that can take place.”
JOHNSON: “Either way, he looks happy with this setup.”
VASSA: “I know he’s happy! That toothless grin gives it away every time!”
JOHNSON: “I hope the paramedics are on standby because they’re going to be in need once this thing is all said and done.”
VASSA: “Well we won’t be needing the fire department since we have a fire extinguisher handy.”
JOHNSON: “I can only wonder if the gas can actually has gas in it.”
VASSA: “Let’s hope it does because I just spotted a blow torch towards the bottom of the chain wall.”
JOHNSON: “A blow torch?”
VASSA: “You damn right!”
JOHNSON: “This is insane!”
VASSA: “It’s fucking beautiful…”
At the sound of the bell, Cashe erupts from his corner and charges towards Bronx, pushing the official out of the way in the process. With Cashe slowed down with the official, Bronx then shoots out of his corner and runs for Cashe, leaping into the air towards him and tackling him to the ground. On top of Cashe, Bronx then begins swinging violently with lefts and rights, hitting Cashe from both sides with closed fists. Bronx then grabs ahold of Cashe’s head with both hands and slightly lifts it up from the canvas before lunging his head forward and hitting Cashe right between the eyes with a headbutt. With Cashe stunned, Bronx then lifts his head up again and lunges his forward, this time hitting Cashe with a headbutt to the bridge of his nose.
VASSA: “The beast has awakened inside of Bronx tonight!”
JOHNSON: “Cashe was slowed down with the official in the way and Bronx took advantage. The intensity in the ring right now is already at a high level and the match has only started.”
Bronx then takes another swing for Cashe as he looks up but misses again as Cashe rolls out of the way, barely avoiding having his face smashed in.
As soon as Cashe stops on his back, Bronx raises the chair over his head again but before he can even swing down with it, Cashe curls his legs and then extends them both, kicking Bronx in the stomach with both feet. Dropping the chair, Bronx stumbles backwards but maintains his footing. Cashe then grabs the chair with both hands and slings it at Bronx like a Frisbee, hitting him in the stomach with it. Bronx drops down to one knee out of breath, leaving Cashe to quickly get back to his feet. Cashe then charges towards Bronx and knocks him down to his back with a running left handed clothesline.
With Bronx down, Cashe then grabs the chair from the mat and takes a few steps backwards, leaving about five or six feet in between the two. He then waits for Bronx to push himself up to a seated position before stepping forward and leaping into the air. Placing the chair underneath his feet, Cashe then extends his legs and kicks it into Bronx’s head while in mid-air.
JOHNSON: “It was only a matter of time before the toys came into play and that didn’t take long at all!”
VASSA: “A dropkick looks painful as it is. Adding a chair to the mix directly to the head is just overkill.”
JOHNSON: “Wake up call!”
VASSA: “That’s not even fair. First a shot to the nuts and then a chair to the face. Damn…”
Once at the end, Bronx pulls Cashe’s head back and goes to slam it forward into the turnbuckle but before he can, Cashe delivers an elbow to the chest, breaking his hold. Cashe then grabs Bronx’s head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Bronx stumbles backwards, holding his face, blinded momentarily to his surroundings. Cashe then reaches above and grabs the trashcan and slams it over Bronx’s head, opening first. With his arms trapped by the can, Bronx begins stepping backwards, trying to get away from Cashe. Cashe then looks to his right where a kendo stick hangs and quickly grabs it. Gripping it tightly with both hands, Cashe then sneaks up on Bronx. Reaching his arm around the can, Cashe taps on it and Bronx immediately turns in that direction. Cashe then pulls back and takes a swing for the fences, shattering the kendo stick as it collides with the can.
VASSA: “Take me out to the ballllllllllgame!”
JOHNSON: “That was a pretty decent swing from Cashe. He could always take up baseball after his wrestling days are over, maybe softball.”
VASSA: “I’m just glad he didn’t decide to bunt because no one wants to see that boring shit.”
VASSA: “OH MY GOD ANOTHER NUT SHOT!!!”
JOHNSON: “What do we have here?”
VASSA: “What the hell is that?”
JOHNSON: “Is that… hold up… is that sand?!”
VASSA: “I believe you’re right Steve!”
VASSA: “That sand from Galveston is like Kryptonite to Cashe. He really hates that place.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve seen a lot of things here at ringside but bringing sand to match has to be a first.”
VASSA: “What the hell is he doing now?”
JOHNSON: “Oh boy! I think El Bizchoco is ready to play!”
JOHNSON: “We’ve finally made it out of the ring folks.”
VASSA: “About time! The tables are right beside them. The scaffold is right there. I want to see someone go through those tables and TV’s damnit!”
VASSA: “Damn, that’s one durable plastic guitar.”
Ducking at the last split second, Bronx avoids a headshot as the guitar smacks the scaffold and shatters, sending pieces of plastic flying through the air. Bronx then pops his head back up and swings forward, slapping Cashe across the mouth. Cashe’s head turns quickly to the side as the stinging sensation settles in his cheek. He then turns back to Bronx with a confused look on his face as no one is standing there. Cashe then looks up where Bronx is now climbing to the top of the scaffold.
JOHNSON: “To the top they go!”
Rolling over, Cashe pushes himself up as Bronx does as well. The two then stand in place, eyes locked on one another. Cashe then charges towards Bronx and throws a powerful right, connecting with the side of Bronx’s jaw. Bronx then fires back with a right of his own, crushing the side of Cashe’s head. The two then exchange punches, one after the other, beating each other senseless at the top of the scaffold. After taking a stinging punch to the chin, Cashe then fires back with a hook but comes up short as Bronx ducks underneath and counters with a blow to the ribs. Bronx then grabs Cashe by the back of the head and pants and throws him off the scaffold.
VASSA: “Oh shit Bronx has done it!”
JOHNSON: “Down goes Cashe!”
VASSA: “it didn’t break! Cashe didn’t go through the tables!”
VASSA: “Bronx didn’t see that coming!”
JOHNSON: “Brace yourself Cashe!”
JOHNSON: “Wow! Although he just took a nasty fall right there, Bronx just showed the entire world the athleticism he possesses!”
VASSA: “That was some straight up acrobatic shit right there!”
On the other side of the ring, Cashe holds his chest, wheezing loudly and fighting for every breath. He then rolls over and pushes himself up to one knee before grabbing the ropes and pulling himself up the rest of the way. Limping away from the ropes, Cashe turns towards the chain wall with his sights set on the shiny red gas can attached to it. After dragging himself over to it, he reaches up and unhooks it. A frustrated look comes over his face as he holds the can up and shakes it back and forth. The camera then zooms in as he mouths off “this fucking thing is empty.”
Cashe then turns to Bronx who is still down and then limps his way towards him with the can in hand. Grabbing Bronx by the hair, Cashe pulls his head back and with the can in his other hand, Cashe swings forward with it, punching Bronx in the back of the head with it. Cashe then slams the can down on Bronx’s back over and over. He then holds it over Bronx and pretends to pour gas on him before tossing it aside. Acting like he has a joint in his hand, Cashe then takes a pretend puff before throwing it down onto Bronx and jumping back as if he burst into flames.
Playing along, Bronx then begins to rolls back and forth wildly, as if he were putting the flames out that would cover his body. Standing back watching, Cashe loses it and bursts into laughter. With Cashe off his guard, Bronx then grabs the fire extinguisher and rolls over to his back, Holding it in his hands, he then goes to remove the pin but before he can, Cashe steps forward and kicks the fire extinguisher into his face.
Reaching down, Cashe then rips the fire extinguisher out of Bronx’s hands and removes the pin himself. He then steps and stands over Bronx. Pointing the extinguisher down at Bronx, Cashe then lets it rip and sprays it directly into his face.
VASSA: “HAH!!! Put those flames out Cashe!”
JOHNSON: “I can’t even see them in the ring now. There’s a cloud engulfing everything.”
VASSA: “There’s always a cloud of smoke following Cashe around.”
VASSA: “Watch out for that other nipple Cashe! You lost the match last year at this very same event.”
JOHNSON: “We have a barber shop now in the ring.”
VASSA: “I don’t know about a barber shop but Cashe is certainly pretending he’s a barber now.”
VASSA: “That should help get some of the sand out of your eyes!”
Bronx puts a staple in Cashe’s chest as a loud howl is heard throughout the arena following. Bronx then squeezes the staple gun again and again, putting more staples into Cashe’s chest.
Ignoring the pain, Cashe then grabs Bronx’s head with both hands and then lunges his forward, hitting Bronx with a headbutt that sends him rolling backwards to the mat. Stumbling back himself, Cashe wobbles for a fit, feeling the effects of that headbutt as well. He then shakes it off and looks to Bronx who is now slowly pushing himself up with the staple gun still in hand. As soon as Bronx stands, Cashe then charges towards him, wraps him up, lifts him into the air, and then runs towards the ropes as Bronx puts a couple more staples in his back.
Hitting the ropes, the two then flip over and crash hard on the floor below, Bronx providing a bit of cushion for Cashe. The staple gun slides across the floor and stops just in front of the barricade. Mounting himself on top of Bronx, Cashe then begins to hit him wildly with punches to the face before transitioning into a gorilla styled fist attack, moving the target to Bronx’s chest. With Bronx laid out underneath him, Cashe then stands to his feet and scans the floor for the staple gun.
JOHNSON: “Cashe is bleeding all over from the staples lodged in his skin.”
VASSA: “I thought Bronx was doing some office work for a moment there. He’s quite crafty with that staple gun.”
Stalking Bronx, Cashe creeps up behind him as he crawls on all fours. Cashe then twists the shirt and whips it, slapping Bronx’s across his behind. Cashe then places the shirt over Bronx’s bottom and presses the staple gun against the fabric, pressing it even further against Bronx.
VASSA: “OH MY GOD!!! HE STAPLED A TONY STEWART SHIRT TO BRONXY!!!”
Cashe then immediately grabs the bucket with both hands and rips it away from his head, leaving pieces of it stuck to his skin underneath the staples that remain lodged in him. Bronx then places the staple gun to his chest and squeezes
Looking down at the gun, Bronx realizes that it’s empty but before he can react, Cashe swats it out of his hand and then grabs him by the head, pulling it down as he lifts his knee and plants it into his face. Cashe then drags Bronx by the hair and heads towards the scaffold. Throwing Bronx forward, Cashe slams him into the scaffold. Looking up, Cashe then begins climbing towards the top.
JOHNSON: “Here we go again! Maybe this time someone will actually go through the tables.”
VASSA: “We can only hope. I don’t know how much more these two can take.”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way to make Bronx angry.”
VASSA: “Words can’t explain the hatred he has for Tony Stewart. The man practically killed someone in cold blood and got away with it.”
JOHNSON: “I hope you’re not talking about that awful television show I keep hearing Bronx talk about.”
VASSA: “Check yourself, Steve. Make sure you didn’t catch a stray.”
The screen of the television shatters even more but the table doesn’t give way. Astonished at the sight, Bronx then drops down and sits on the edge of the scaffold before pushing himself off and landing on his feet on top of the table. He then grabs Cashe by the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet. Bronx’s eyes then light up as Cashe grabs him with both hands, locking onto Bronx’s shoulders. Cashe then pulls Bronx in close and whispers into his ear as the camera zooms into his lips. “Peace, punch, Captain…. CRUNCH!” Cashe then knees Bronx in the crotch, knocking the air out from his lungs. Cashe then lifts Bronx up into the air and drops him onto the television with a sit-out spinebuster.
JOHNSON: “The Trouble Bomb!”
VASSA: “There goes the first table!”
The table then snaps in the center as the two bust through it.
Crashing to the floor, the two land awfully hard as the debris then rains down, covering them as it forms a pile.
VASSA: “HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “That’s a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Both tables have been broken with Bronx going through each first after Cashe hitting him with the Trouble Bomb.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW Extreme Television Champion… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
VASSA: “They’re going to be digging all night to uncover those two.”
JOHNSON: “And here come the paramedics!”
VASSA: “I hope they brought more than one stretcher because I could see these two going at it again over who gets to ride in it.”
JOHNSON: “We have one huge mess on our hands folks. We’re going to go backstage while the cleaning crew and the paramedics dig Cashe and Bronx out from the mess. We’ll be back shortly.”
CARLISLE: “Jack, good to see you. You’ve got that bit of business we talked about?”
VAUGHN: “In the event of early termination of the contract, Bryan Williams and Aidan Carlisle, henceforth referred to collectively as The Art of War, will receive half of the total promised payment, regardless of completion or services rendered.”
CARLISLE: “You’re a prudent businessman, Jack, and one who I am going to assume protects his integrity when it comes to honoring business deals. Wallace couldn’t be patient and let us handle Unstable on our own terms. He got in the way, unfortunate things happened. He should have left it to us. I’m not letting him back out of paying us because he’s butthurt over a little chair shot which, by the way, came from his supposed son, not the trash heap of fading talent in question.”
VAUGHN: “The payout is cheaper than arbitration would be.”
VAUGHN: “What about you, you insisting on this too?”
WILLIAMS: “I’ve got a girlfriend to take care of and a house I just bought. I’m not turning away cash.”
VAUGHN: “There, fifty thousand dollars, half of the total if all four heads had been collected.”
WILLIAMS: “Aren’t there five?”
CARLISLE: “No one counts Niobe, Bryan. The Extinguished Stereotypes couldn’t even remember she’s a part of the ‘team’ while they were boring us to sleep in that promo, remember?”
WILLIAMS: “So much for being a family.”
CARLISLE: “She must be the cousin no one likes. Which would explain why Cashe fucks her.”
CARLISLE: “Got a lighter with you?”
WILLIAMS: “What do you need a lighter for?”
VAUGHN: “Are you fucking crazy?”
CARLISLE: “Not at all. But any chance at all I get to pry something away from Perry Wallace? That’s a chance I’m going to take.”
CARLISLE: “Come on, Bryan. I’ve had enough of work. Let’s get ready to play.”
Brody Lee looks at a piece of paper in his hand which causes him to have a nice smirk on his face as he approaches none other than Lord Raab who’s wearing a Green mask with it being burned to pieces with another green mask underneath the burnt one with green and black trousers as Brody Lee speaks to Raab.
BRODY LEE: “Been a while there, ain’t it? Don’t think for a second I haven’t forgotten what happened the last time me and you stood here toe to toe. You smashed up trophy Marla, may she rest in peace.”
STARLA: “That trophy is in the garage.”
BRODY LEE: “Regardless, the point is Raab… you and me still have some unfinished business and guess what this little piece of paper tells me? That tonight, you and me are going to settle that unfinished business. You and me, next. Whatcha think about that?”
RAAB:“Don’t you think I know we have unfinished business? Are you still crying about the broken trophy? Cry me a fucking river because nobody cares about that piece of tin you pretend to have won. You just a bitch made pussy like the rest of these idiots on Fate. You want a match against me? Of course I face a weak man like yourself because I’m here to beat the life out of people.”
BRODY LEE: “I’d like to see you beat the life out of me right now. You might be the green disease, but I’m the goddamned cure.”
LORD RAAB VS. BRODY LEE PRINCE
“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down”
After a couple of moments the curtains part and a bright spotlight roars from behind giving the person standing there a nice silhouette. Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” continues as the light begins to dim down showing that the person standing there is none other Brody Lee Prince. Brody Lee wears his black stetson hat tipped forward and over his eyes which also covers his long curly brown hair, he seems to be growing a nice beard as well. He is wearing a pair of black trunks, a leather sleeveless jacket, and his right arm is heavily bandaged and covered in a black protective band.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Forth Worth, Texas, weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds and standing six feet, five inches tall! He is accompanied to the ring by Starla and Max Von Grant! He is the “Prince of Texas”, BRODY LEE PPRRIINNCCEE!!!”
MATTHEWS: “This one might be over before it even begins!”
GRIFFIN: “We’ve seen Lord Raab do some terrible things before, but I never would have guessed him used a staple gun as a weapon.”
MATTHEWS: “Blood is just pouring from those shots, I counted at least six shots from it.”
GRIFFIN: “And you know those things just hold hundreds more!”
MATTHEWS: “Lord Raab bringing a staple gun to the Staples Center.”
GRIFFIN: “I don’t think we’re going to be getting a match here tonight between this two.”
MATTHEWS: “But, you might be getting one down the road and what a match that one is going to be. Lord Raab just took out Brody Lee Prince with a staple gun and with Brody Lee’s new attitude, that kicked off a war.”
GRIFFIN: “Oh yeah, that one is going to be good.”
WALLACE: ”I’m going to pour myself another drink. Your glass is looking a little empty as well. Would you care for another?”
SHERELL: ”I don’t think that’s a great idea. I need a little sober to talk about what I wanted to ask you.”
WALLACE: ”What’s on your mind?”
SHERELL: ”Well, you know I’ve been hanging around this place for a few weeks now. I’ve been thinking, why don’t I get back in the ring?”
WALLACE: ”Get back in the ring? Am I boring you that badly? Heh…”
SHERELL: ”You never bore me, I just want to get back in the ring again. This was my dream, and I want to get back to it. Plus, I wouldn’t be too far from you.”
WALLACE: “You’re right about that. I would more than likely be down at ringside watching. I don’t know how your opponents would feel though, possibly worrying about a fine if something were to happen to you. Things are a little heated right now with Unstable and myself. The last thing I want is for you to be out there alone and something happen to you.”
WALLACE: ”Check it out. I want you to be happy, I really do. If getting in that ring is going to do just that, then I will do whatever is in my power to make that happen. Let’s just get through the evening and discuss tomorrow morning over breakfast, okay?
POWERS: “If you will direct your attention to the stage, the Pushta of Budapest are here to serenade you, courtesy of Istvan ‘Wolfsbane’ Bathory.”
GRIFFIN: “Well, this is unusual. It’s not every day we get gypsies here.”
MATTHEWS: “Things have certainly become a little more interesting since Istvan arrived.”
GRIFFIN: “Oh great. The natives will get restless now.”
MATTHEWS: “Good thing we’re on HBO.”
GRIFFIN: “The audience seems to like it though. Well, half of them.”
BATHORY: “Ha úgy tetszik hogy neki tanítani, hogy táncolni.!”
KATRINA: “Vat he said vas he could get her to teach you to dance like zat. Also, Istvan has a message!”
GRIFFIN: “No, we’re good.”
MATTHEWS: “You were saying?”
BATHORY: “Úgy tűnik, hogy ütött sok levegő-idő szentelt nekem. Nem rossz, hogy valaki senki sem veszi komolyan, igen? Azt mondja, egy dolog. Megijed tőlem. Emberek megszámolása a perc én vagyok beszélt a kamera, az emberek, magam is. Kétszer a videó bármely más versenytárs van a wild card mérkőzésen. Azt mondják, itt csak mondás, ez, hiszek.”
KATRINA: “He said, ‘I seem to have gotten much air-time devoted to me. Not bad for somevun no vun takes seriously, ja? Zat tells me vun think. Zey are scared of me. I have had people counting ze minutes I am being talked about on camera, by people otzer zan myself. I got tvice ze video of any otzer competitor in ze vild-card matches. How they say here- Just sayink, I Believe it ist.'”
KATRINA: “He says to enjoy ze show.”
KAT JONES VS. VICTOR CASSIUS
JOHNSON: ”Hot start tonight at Winter Wasteland! It’s been quite a showing so far and I can’t wait to see what happens in this next match!”
VASSA: ”You’ve got that right! Let’s see what Kat and Victor can bring to continue to boost this epic night!”
POWERS:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, 4CW’s resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
“No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely”
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the “WildKat”… KAT JJOONNEESS!!!”
Another day gone
Another night’s dawn”
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits ………. arrival.
JOHNSON: ]”Victor Cassius is quite new to 4CW and there’s going to be some pressure going into this match with Kat.”
VASSA: ”You’re right about that, Johnson. This is Victor’s first 4CW PPV, so it’s going to be interesting to see how he approaches this match. I don’t expect Kat to let her guard down in this match against the 4CW newcomer.”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Victor looking pretty confident here tonight.”
VASSA: ”We’re about to find out how confident soon. Those two managers he has, Desiree and Charity, look absolutely stunning!”
JOHNSON: ”Keep your eyes on the match, Vassa! We don’t need commentary to fall apart tonight now do we?”
VASSA: ”Hey now, there’s nothing wrong with looking!”
JOHNSON: ”My God did you hear that?! Kat is giving the rookie some quick offense in the early goings of this match.”
VASSA: ”Yea, and that could spell trouble for Victor if he can’t change the offensive tempo of this match.”
JOHNSON: ”Kat is on hot fire tonight and she’s not letting Victor get the upperhand in this match up.”
VASSA: ”This is what makes Kat so dangerous. This is also what makes this match in danger of losing for Victor. He’s going to have to find a way to strike Kat and switch the momentum in his favor.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like Victor has found his momentum in this match! All it took was a little distraction from his valets!”
VASSA: ”That is one thing Victor has in his favor! He has an audience and it looks like he’s playing his cards right at the moment!”
JOHNSON: ”Victor can feel the intensity picking up! Kat could be in a lot of trouble now Vassa!”
VASSA: ”Ever since Victor’s valets provided the distraction for him, he’s been in complete control of this match!”[/center]
JOHNSON: ”Kat almost had him right there! Victor keeps himself alive in this match!”
VASSA: ”Unbelievable resiliency by Victor! Kat knows she was close in having him but Victor proving he can hang with Kat!”
JOHNSON: ”Kat starting to find some weaknesses in Victor and it looks like she’s found her mark as she stays focused on that right leg.”
VASSA: ”That’s ring psychology right there Johnson! Kat knows how to get her opponents into a pickle and that’s exactly what she’s doing right now.”
JOHNSON: ”Holy shit! Victor almost had her there! Victor could have won it right there, but Kat showing her own form of versatility is able to kick out!”
VASSA: ”I love the awareness and the desperation of wanting to win this match by Victor, but I’m afraid it’s going to take a lot more than that to put Kat away here.”
JOHNSON: ”Oh my god! I thought Kat had him there! Victor refuses to give in!”
VASSA: ”This kid has a lot of fight in him! Kat looks like she’s growing frustrated right now!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Oh my god, he got her! Victor put away Kat!”
VASSA: ”UNBELIEVABLE! What a win by Victor!”
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, Victor Cassius!”
JOHNSON: ”What a great hard earned victory for Victor here tonight! A strong showing by both but Victor is able to overcome the pressure with ease here tonight.”
VASSA: ”I got to give it up to both these competitors. This is what 4CW is all about! What a great entertaining match up and the Winter Wasteland showcase continues!”
The cameras return ringside to find Fate GM Bethany Bailey standing on the stage with a microphone in hand. Next to her is a small lottery-style tumbler with slips of paper resting inside.
BAILEY: “After that little debacle before our first Wasteland Wildcard match, I’ve decided to take a little extra precaution to prevent further incident. No more forewarning for anyone at all. Now, let’s find out who the two opponents in the second match will be!”
BAILEY: “Next we will see… Istvan Bathory versus… Zolton!”
ISTVAN BATHORY VS. ZOLTON
A full moon pops on the big screen, with clouds moving in front of it, and a wolf howls in the distance. Then the Violin solo begins…
POWERS: “Introducing first, from Budapest, Hungary, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds… He is ‘Wolfsbane,’ Istvaaan Baaathory!!!”
As the opening of “Cradle to the Grave” hits the speakers, the arena goes dark with fog filling the entrance area. Upon the entrance screen a video montage begins to roll of Zolton standing atop a mountain and behind him is highlights of what he has done in a wrestling ring. As the lyrics begin to be heard, Zotlon himself steps out onto the stage area among the smoke. The crowd begins to boo loudly. Zolton relishes in the dissatisfaction of the crowd with an arrogant grin. His leather long trench coat gleams of the now bright spot light shining down upon him.
POWERS: “And his opponent, from Yakima, Washington, weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds… He is the ‘God of all Gods,’ Zoooltooon!!!”
MATTHEWS: “This could prove to be an interesting match with the difference in style between these two. Newcomer Zolton leans more toward a martial arts background and Bathory no doubt has some aggression to work out after falling short of contendership in the four way match.”
GRIFFIN: “Hopefully this one will go on as an actual match and not break down into a brawl like the last one. Though, with Istvan in the ring, you never know.”
Istvan’s unorthodox style catches Zolton off guard as Bathory lunges in with a hellacious elbow smash that sends the other man reeling back toward his corner. Wolfsbane follows with a heart punch, leaving Zolton clutching his chest momentarily. Istvan grabs Zolton’s dreadlocked hair to hold in him place for a headbutt, but Zolton manages to break free with a European uppercut. The blow is hard enough to spin Bathory around and knock him to the mat, putting him in perfect position for a mule kick that catches Zolton right in the abdomen!
GRIFFIN: “Istvan is really unloading on Zolton right now.”
MATTHEWS: “It’s hard to prepare to go up against Bathory on a good day, but when you’ve never been in the ring with him before? Zolton really has his work cut out for him here. Hopefully he is a quick learner!”
MATTHEWS: “Maybe I spoke too soon! Zolton is powering back with authority.”
GRIFFIN: “Not quite two on that pin, but I think he just showed everyone here that he has the ability to give Istvan Bathory a run for his money. I wasn’t sure what to expect when he introduced himself last week, but Zolton is impressive!”
GRIFFIN: “Did you hear that impact!”
MATTHEWS: “I have heard every impact so far, Demi! Each time these two hit each other it echoes.”
MATTHEWS: “Ouch! That hurt me just watching it.”
GRIFFIN: “Zolton is going to be feeling that for days!”
GRIFFIN: “God’s Smite! This might be it! Bathory is swaying on his feet!”
MATTHEWS: “Full Moon from Wolfsbane!!!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “And here is your winner… Istvaaan Baaathooory!!!”
GRIFFIN: “Zolton gave Istvan a run for his money, but Bathory unleashed all that built up frustration and it put him over the edge!”
MATTHEWS: “These two are going to clash again, I can feel it.”
P. WALLACE: “Darryl my boy, are you ready for your match tonight?”
D. WALLACE: “Dad, we need to talk. Immediately.”
P. WALLACE: “Um…Can it wait until after your match?”
D. WALLACE: “No, I need this done now.”
P. WALLACE: “Need what done?”
D. WALLACE: “Dad there’s a one in three chance you are my father. I want to know with certainty. Can you please just take this paternity test for me?”
P. WALLACE: “Darryl, we don’t need a test to prove you’re my son. Let’s just assume you are. I mean I did adopt you. Do we need a test to prove that I…uh…
D. WALLACE: “You what?”
P. WALLACE: “I…”
D. WALLACE: “C’mon Dad, out with it. You what?”
P. WALLACE: “I LOVE YOU. I love all of my sons.”
D. WALLACE: “If you truly love me, you’ll take this test for me, and give me the definite answer I need.”
P. WALLACE: “I don’t understand why this is necessary son. Isn’t it enough that I treat you like a son?”
D. WALLACE: “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but dad, if you’re not willing to do this, I have no choice but to boycott my match tonight.”
P. WALLACE: “Darryl, why is this so important to you? Don’t you trust me when I say it doesn’t matter, you’re my son whether I knocked your mother up or not?”
D. WALLACE: “Alright, I guess I’ll go change back out of my gear and go back to the hotel. You’re going to have some angry fans who are thirsty for blood though. They come in, expecting to see a brawl, only to find out that one competitor didn’t show up because his father refused to do one simple thing for him.”
P. WALLACE: “Darryl, I’m afraid of needles and I don’t want to jerk off in a cup!”
D. WALLACE: “Good, it’s just a little swab of the inside of your cheek. Only takes like twenty seconds. Jerk off in a cup? There won’t be any need for that.”
P. WALLACE: “Fine, Fine, let’s go do this. I’m going to go on record right now and say whatever you find out, is not going to change anything. You are still MY boy. I will still treat you as such.”
D. WALLACE: “I appreciate that dad, this is more just a peace of mind thing. I need to make sure, with certainty that you are. I have little doubt in my mind, but I need some level of certainty.”
TESTER: “We should have results in your hand within six to ten days.”
D. WALLACE: “Thank you sir. Now was that so hard dad? We will know for sure by Adrenaline. I’ll keep you informed obviously.”
P. WALLACE: “If this is what you need to feel like you belong, then I hope you find the answers you’re looking for. You’re still my son. Now go out there and give that old ass bastard hell.”
D. WALLACE: “Aren’t you supposed to be unbiased?”
P. WALLACE: “I am, I didn’t tell you to kill him. I know you’re capable of that.”
P. WALLACE: “How much could I give you to just get rid of those vials and tell him what he needs to hear?”
MEMPHIS CUNNINGHAM VS. RORIE STEELE
“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!!!”
JOHNSON: “The Moon, Vinnie, this man with a wrestling style that offers up a wide, expansive repertoire of maneuver possibilities is coming to us from the Moon!”
VASSA: “Steve, I know he’s coming from “The Moon,” I get that. I have no idea, no fucking idea why he’s legally allowed to wear that giant helmet, though. I just feel like- Christ, Steve, it flat out gives him a ridiculous advantage, doesn’t it?”
JOHNSON: “We’ll see about that, won’t we, Vinnie? The two combatants certainly are not mirror images of one another, that’s for sure- and we’re about to prove that point, right now, folks! That sound means it’s time for one of the best parts of the night for every testosterone driven human being in the Staples Center!”
VASSA: “The Queen of Cock is here, fellas!”
“You know I heard I don’t belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
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 “Epitome of Lust” and the “Sweetest Ass in the Game”, RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”
VASSA: “Every time, Steve. Every single time, she does it to me. Goodness. Fuckin’. Gracious.
JOHNSON: “She’s some kind of wonderful, alright.”
VASSA: “I know what’s happening for me, right now, Steve, and I’m really fuckin’ glad that I’m sitting down.”
VASSA: “It’s true, Steve, Rorie is justified to react that way. For his opponents, that helmet is distracting and inconvenient- but I do love scrolling LED screens.”
JOHNSON: “Perhaps, a taste of her own medicine, Vinnie? For the first time in her career, she’s arguably not wearing the most strategically distracting outfit inside the squared circle.”
VASSA: “Speak for yourself, Steve. That LED screen could be scrolling the name of who actually killed Kennedy, and I’d still be in adult dreamland with Ms. Steele, there.”
JOHNSON: “We are underway, Vinnie!”
JOHNSON: “Rorie showing little respect for her opponent, now!”
VASSA: “Hot fuckin’ lady who says and does whatever she wants- really well.”
VASSA: “You know she’s directing that towards me, right?”
JOHNSON: “She isn’t even looking in our direction.”
VASSA: “Is Memphis going to fight back or is he just going to take this beating like a little bitch?”
JOHNSON: “He does have a helmet on.”
VASSA: “And I’d bet his ehad it rattling on the inside.”
JOHNSON: “Someone should really look into this. It has to be illegal.”
VASSA: “It doesn’t appear to be helping him any.”
Memphis stumbles backwards but doesn’t go down, giving Rorie enough time to get back up before he makes a move. Rorie then charges towards him again and superkicks the front of the helmet. Stumbling backwards even more, Memphis shakes his head back and forth. He then steps towards Rorie but gets slightly off track as he appears to be dizzy from the attack to the head.
JOHNSON: “Even with the helmet, Memphis might be taking some damage to the head.”
VASSA: “Maybe there isn’t any padding on the inside. Or maybe he’s been taking damage to the head ever since he was a baby and his mother dropped him on it. Something has to be off upstairs if you come to the ring dressed like that. This isn’t a spaceship!”
VASSA: “The things I would do to be in Memphis’ shoes right now.”
JOHNSON: “There’s the cover!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “That’s all she wrote!”
JOHNSON: “This one is in the books ladies and gentlemen!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall… RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”
WALLACE: “What do you want Stevenson?”
STEVENSON: “Hey there man, look, I come in peace – I want no trouble at all, as a matter of fact, your gift is already in your office, waiting for you.”
STEVENSON: “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you – my lawyer went through my contract very extensively and needless to say, I will be back on Adrenaline. Yeah, I know, it’s not as good as Caitlyn here that you seem to love so much but hey; at least you have me on the main show for a longer period of time; and I have another special treat for you – I’m not coming alone!”
WALLACE: “Goddamnit Drew! Are you sure Cashe wasn’t interested in this instead? Get this shitiva out of my office!”
The cameras return ringside to once again find Bethany Bailey waiting on the stage. She stirs up the papers within the tumbler once more before drawing out two names.
BAILEY: “In the next Wasteland Wildcard match, we will see… Whisper versus Jace Savage!”
WHISPER VS. JACE SAVAGE
The 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 first by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds… She is “The Archangel of Wrestling,” Whiiispeeer!!!”
The arena goes dark as green and gold lights flash across the arena. “My Time” by Fabulous begins to play on the PA system and the crowd starts cheering. The lights come back on and Jace is standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He starts to point at himself with his two thumbs then switches it and starts pointing hiss index fingers at the crowd.
POWERS: “And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds… Jaaace Savaaage!!!”
GRIFFIN: “This match is guaranteed to be a good one. We have Whisper, who had a spectacular debut at the last show, and the recently returned Jace Savage, who always puts up a strong showing.”
MATTHEWS: “I agree, Demi. When opponents are being drawn at random, strange things can happen, but luck really put together a great one here.”
Savage moves first, dashing across the canvas and leaping up for a running calf kick that catches Whisper across the collar and chest to take her down. He immediately goes for a stomp, but she is quick to roll away and get back to her feet. Whisper lunges in for a chop, but Jace evades and catches her with a European uppercut! Savage goes for a second, but she catches his arm and delivers a forearm shot to the face with the other! Whisper follows with who more and begins to drive him back.
MATTHEWS: “A strong opening volley from Jace Savage, he’s looking good so far.”
GRIFFIN: “But we’ve seen just how tough of an opponent Whisper is. Jace is going to have to stay on the offensive.”
GRIFFIN: “And the official forces the break. Lucky for Jace he had the strength to move both himself and Whisper.”
MATTHEWS: “Otherwise that might have put an early end to this match!”
MATTHEWS: “Whisper gets the shoulder up after just two!”
GRIFFIN: “How impressive was that splash, though! You can’t deny the athleticism of Jace Savage.”
GRIFFIN: “Look at the determination they both have! No matter what they throw at each other, they both keep coming back!”
MATTHEWS: “Jace has lost two in a row now, and he wants to put an end to that. Meanwhile Whisper wants to stay on top. Here on a platform like Winter Wasteland, the stakes are even higher.”
MATTHEWS: “Savage Punch!”
GRIFFIN: “What a shot! I think Whisper is out!”
Savage throws both arms in the air as he stands and the official signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “And here is your winner… Jaaace Saaavaaage!!!”
GRIFFIN: “What an amazing match. These two put on one hell of a show.”
MATTHEWS: “Both Jace and Whisper have quickly proven to be assets to the Fate roster, and we can continue to expect big things from both of them.”
WHISPER: “Well done Kat.. I am proud of you, you fought well tonight.”
JONES: “Could have done better..”
WHISPER: “You did good and in the end it matters in how you are remembered.. You never backed away from a challenge I gave you before… So I have one for you now.”
JONES: “And what challenge would that be?”
WHISPER: “You become a champion this year… Think of it as your new years resolution if you must.. But the challenge remains the same.”
JONES: “Consider that challenge….. Accepted”
DARRYL WALLACE VS. MAGNUS BRUTUS
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from the open road, weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds… ‘Dirty’ DARRYL WWAALLLLAACCEE!!!”
And then the heavy guitar riff 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: “And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred sixty-six pounds… MAGNUS BBRRUUTTUUSS!!!”
VASSA: “Good! It’s finally time for some more blood! I was starting to get bored.”
JOHNSON: “How could you possibly be bored, Vinny?! This is Winter Wasteland!”
The opening bell sounds after a quick check with both men by the official. Magnus lumbers out of his corner first but Darryl isn’t far behind. The two meet in the middle of the ring, instantly beginning to trade blows. Wallace fires off a rapid series of forearm shots into Brutus’ grizzled muzzle before Magnus throws his forehead right into Darryl’s face! Brutus grabs Wallace’s head with his left hand, beginning to drive his right fist into Darryl’s head over and over again.
Wallace finally manages to break free with a throat chop, shaking his head and trying to clear out the cobwebs. Magnus closes in again, grabbing Darryl’s head once more. This time he runs Wallace toward the corner, preparing to smash him face first into the turnbuckles at full speed. Darryl catches the ropes before his face can make contact, countering with a reverse DDT! Wallace pops back to his feet and launches into a series of brutal stomps that hit Brutus in the chest and stomach over and over again. He finishes off the volley by leaping up into the air and dropping a knee right into Magnus’ face!
Brutus rolls away and gets to his feet, glaring daggers across the ring at the younger wrestler. Wallace looks cocky and confident as ever. They circle one another once before Darryl lunges in. He throws a stiff kick into Magnus’ gut, and when the big man doubles over, he’s met with a European uppercut to the jaw! As Brutus stumbles backward, Wallace hits the ropes for some extra momentum and flies toward his opponent for a lariat. Magnus ducks as Darryl comes in and scoops him up off of the ground! With a wicked sneer, Brutus flings Wallace back over his head with a fallaway slam, all the way over the ropes and to the floor outside the ring!
JOHNSON: “Oh my god! Darryl just bounced off of the floor like a rag doll!”
VASSA: “Well he’d better get up, because Magnus is coming for him!”
Darryl grabs the coffee mug from in front of Johnson and smashes it into the back of Magnus’ head. The ceramic shatters, cutting open Brutus’ scalp and send scalding hot coffee everywhere! Wallace grabs the tablet computer from in front of Vinny next, holding it with both hands before he brings it crashing down into the back of Magnus’s head once… twice! Three times before the tablet breaks in half!!!
Wallace leaves Brutus draped prone across the announcer’s booth as he turns and climbs up onto the ring apron. He gets a running start from one side of the ring, leaps off, and hits a guillotine leg drop across the back of Magnus’ neck as he lands! Miraculously, the table doesn’t collapse beneath the weight of the two men. Brutus slumps off to the ground and Darryl rolls off of the table, hooking the leg and going for a pin.
VASSA: “Thank GOD! I am not ready for this match to be over. It hasn’t even gotten good yet.”
JOHNSON: “It hasn’t gotten good? Both men are bleeding and your new tablet is destroyed, what do you mean?!”
VASSA: “Just watch, Steve. The real action is about to begin, I can feel it!”
Brutus turns to the ring, flipping up the apron cover and beginning to pull out various foreign objects from beneath; A chair, a kendo stick, a trash can lid, a sledge hammer, a two-by-four… The pile of weapons grows and grows as Magnus keeps digging. Finally he finds what he was after, a tire iron. Brutus rounds on Darryl, who is still on the floor, and lifts the tire iron above his head with both hands. With a demented grin he swings it down with all of his might. A huge CLANG echoes through the arena as Darryl rolls to the side just in time to avoid having his skull cracked.
Wallace twists and grabs a chair from the pile of weapons, holding it up like a shield as the tire iron comes sailing toward his head again. The sound of metal on metal is earsplitting, the reverberations sending Brutus back just a step. Darryl takes advantage and swings the chair right into the side of Magnus’ leg, driving him further away. Wallace is on one knee by the time Brutus closes in again, lifting the chair and snapping it shut on Magnus’ hand, using it to strip the tire iron away! With Brutus’ hand still trapped, Darryl drives the back of the chair into his opponents face, busting open his nose with a fountain of blood!
JOHNSON: “Quick thinking by Darryl Wallace. If he hadn’t gotten that tire iron away from Magnus, I’m not sure he would have survived the match.”
VASSA: “But he may have just pissed Magnus off with that last shot. It may have been a mistake!”
Brutus collapses to the floor from the impact, but Wallace leaves him there! Darryl flips up the apron cover himself and begins hauling out some goodies of his own, including another pair of chairs and something flat, wrapped in a loose cloth. He slides them all into the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope himself. Wallace sets up the two chairs first, facing them toward each other. He picks up the third object, pulling the cloth away and revealing it to be a pane of glass, which he lays across the seats of the chairs to form a bridge!
Just as Darryl finishes up, Magnus is rolling into the ring. Wallace flies in for a stiff elbow that catches Brutus on the jaw, trying to drive him backward. Magnus swats away his arm after a third strike and grabs Darryl’s hair again with the other. Brutus drags Wallace bodily across the ring, preparing to smash his face right through the pane of glass! Darryl throws a wild elbow into Magnus’ gut and breaks free just in time! Wallace follows with a kick, doubling Brutus over again.
Darryl tuck’s Magnus’ head and hooks one arm up. Before he can get the other, Brutus drives a hammer fist right into his kidney! Wallace winces, but doesn’t let go! He grabs Magnus’ other arm, straining, and then flips him upward into position for a powerbomb! Brutus throws his fists into Darryl’s head over and over. Wallace stumbles backward a step. For a moment it looks as though his legs are going to buckle. With a surge of strength, he steps forward and lifts Magnus by the trunks, powerbombing him through the pain of glass and sending shards flying!
JOHNSON: “MY GOD!!! There’s glass in Magnus, glass in Darryl, maybe even glass in the front row!”
VASSA: “They’ve got souvenirs!”
JOHNSON: “Magnus kicked out! I don’t know how, but Magnus kicked out!”
VASSA: “The show isn’t over!”
Checking over his shoulder to make sure Brutus is still down, Wallace sets up the plywood vertically in the corner, wedging it tight against the ropes. He stalks back over to Magnus, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair. Brutus lashes out with huge fist, catching Darryl right on the side of the head and sending him reeling! Wallace has barely recovered as Magnus gets to his feet, snatching up one of the chairs and clapping it shut. Darryl turns to avoid taking the chair to the face, and the metal comes crashing down across his back instead! Wallace goes down on his hands and knees and Brutus slams the chair into him a second time!
Magnus hefts the chair once more, completely over his head. Darryl’s arm lashes out, scooping up a handful of glass and throwing it into Brutus’ face! The chair clatters to the mat as Magnus stumbles backward. Wallace picks it up and the official barely manages to dodge as Darryl slams the chair across Brutus’ back, then into the side of his leg, into his shoulder, into his other leg! Magnus has gone down on one knee! Wallace smashes the chair into Brutus’ shoulder a second time, and then lifts it overhead to bring crashing down onto Magnus’ head.
But Brutus surges forward! He drives a shoulder right into Darryl’s gut and pushes him back. The chair tumbles out of Wallace’s hand! Darryl drives his elbow down into Magnus’ spine over and over, trying to wear him down. Brutus gives Wallace a hard shove, and then a hard chop across the chest! Darryl teeters. Magnus dives forward with a spear and drives Wallace back into the barbed-wire wrapped plywood! The wood and Darryl both buckle in half with a sickening crunch!
VASSA: “I think Magnus Brutus just destroyed Darryl Wallace!”
JOHNSON: “Wallace and Brutus are both bleeding everywhere! Magnus still has glass in his back!”
Wallace rolls out of the ring entirely, barely managing to land on his feet. Brutus is hot on his heels. Wallace snatches up the trash can lid that had been pulled out earlier and turns just in time to use it as a shield against an incoming punch! Magnus’ fist dents the lid slightly, but he’s left shaking out his hand from the impact. Wallace hits a roundhouse to gut and then brings the trashcan lid down across Brutus’ back, driving him to the floor.
Darryl lays into the big man with stomp after stomp to the stomach, chest, and face until Magnus has stopped moving! Wallace wipes some of the blood from his forehead on the back of his arm before he bends over, laying the trashcan lid right across Brutus’ face. With a twisted grin, Darryl backs up several feet, running forward and leaping into the air, coming down for a double stomp that lands on the trash can lid, folding it around Magnus’ face! Wallace makes the cover!
JOHNSON: “HOW?! How did Magnus kick out after that brutal assault?!”
VASSA: “What does his face even look like under there now?!”
Darryl instantly presses the advantage. He swings the wooden weapon into Brutus’ side with a crack. Magnus hunches slightly from the impact, stepping backward to avoid another incoming swing. Wallace is undeterred and swings again, hitting Brutus in the same spot on the ribs. He feints a third shot, and when Magnus flinches, he drives the two-by-four straight forward into Brutus’ gut instead! Darryl is sneering from ear to ear as he places a hand on either end of the board, preparing to charge forward and smash it across Magnus’ face.
Wallace rushes in, and right into a big boot to the gut! Darryl keeps a death grip on the two-by-four as Magnus tries to rip it away. Brutus instantly changes tactics, hooking up one of Wallace’s arms while Darryl is still bent over! He hooks the second, which brings the board up tight across Wallace’s own face! The crowd explodes as Magnus falls backwards and lifts his knees, driving both of them into the board and Darryl’s face together!!!
VASSA: “Paroxysm with the two-by-four to Darryl!!!
JOHNSON: “Oh my GOD! That was just… barbaric!”
VASSA: “And there’s the pin attempt!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
“Kong at the Gates” hits the PA system once more as Brutus slowly gets to his feet, not allowing the referee to raise his hand, instead doing it himself.
POWERS: “And here is your winner… Maaagnuus Bruutuuus!!!”
WALLACE: “Get that piece of shit in here!”
KNOX: “You could have ju–“
WALLACE: “Shut up!”
WALLACE: “You set me up. Those ‘bikers’ I hired for ‘security’ weren’t worth a fuck! I know you handed Unstable the keys, better yet, I know you basically opened the goddamn door for them to attack me in my sleep… AT MY HOME!!!”
KNOX: “It’s a hotel.”
WALLACE: “SHUT UP!!! You’re fucking finished in this business! I don’t need you. Any mother fucker with street cred can do your fucking job. You fucked up Tommy-boy.”
KNOX: “You should have listened to them…”
WALLACE: “I’m trying to keep my cool. This is my goddamn night! Get him the fuck out of here! You’re fired Knox! You disloyal, bitch made, fool ass punk!”
KNOX: “That’s a pretty good movie you’re quoting there.”
WALLACE: “Get this piece of shit out of my sight.”
WALLACE: “YOU’RE FUCKING FINISHED!!!”
This time as the cameras return to the stage, the tumbler is absent and Bethany holds the final two pieces of paper in her hands.
BAILEY: “All the Fate fans who have been paying attention so far should already know what I’m about to say. For the fourth and final Wasteland Wildcard match, we are down to… Tanya Black versus El Futuro!”
TANYA BLACK VS. EL FUTURO
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: “Introducing first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds… She is “The Sinful Angel,” Tanyaaa Blaaack!!!”
“Smoke Every Day” by Brown Shady plays over the speakers as red, white, and green lights begin flashing in sync.
POWERS: “And introducing her opponent, from Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds… Eeel Fuutuurooo!!!”
MATTHEWS: “The random pairings in the Wasteland Wildcard have put together another good match with this one. I don’t know how well it was received in the locker room, but Bethany’s idea has really made for a great series so far.”
GRIFFIN: “For sure. Tanya Black has been tenacious since her arrival at Fate and El Futuro is a crowd favorite who has been with the second show practically from the beginning. They both came up a little short in the go-home show and are looking to make a big impact here at Winter Wasteland.”
The lightning quick luchador makes the first move, sailing out of his corner and looking for a flying crossbody, but Black is ready and uses gravity in her favor for a snap scoop slam straight out of the air! Undeterred, El Futuro is back on his feet with a roundhouse kick that sends Tanya stumbling. Black catches herself on the ropes and turns just as Futuro is lunging in for a big clothesline to send her over the top. Tanya ducks out of the way at the last second and the masked man hangs up on the top rope just long enough for her to get a quick roll up pin!
GRIFFIN: “Not quite a full two as Tanya goes for an early pin, taking advantage of every opportunity.”
MATTHEWS: “A smart move on Tanya’s part, but El Futuro still has plenty of fire left.”
MATTHEWS: “Black and Futuro both continuing to hold their own here, stalling each other’s momentum at every turn.”
GRIFFIN: “That top rope moonsault from El Futuro was as perfect as it gets, but somehow Tanya got right back up.”
MATTHEWS: “You could say the same about the neckbreaker from Tanya, and El Futuro still had the presence of mind to not allow her to lock him up.”
GRIFFIN: “Ouch! I think Tanya Black just knocked the wind right out of El Futuro.”
MATTHEWS: “Look at him holding his chest, I think you’re right! Could Tanya have just tipped the scales of the match?”
MATTHEWS: “Tanya got the shoulder up!”
GRIFFIN: “Black had all the momentum, then Futuro stopped her in her tracks. But after all that, she still kicked out!”
MATTHEWS: “It just goes to show you how much they both want this victory!”
GRIFFIN: “El Futuro is going for the Red, White, and Green!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
MATTHEWS: “Tanya Black has done it! She defeated El Futuro!”
POWERS: “And here is your winner… Tanyaaa Blaaack!!!”
HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by, directly outside the locker of the Unstable… hoping to get a word with Chris Madison before his big 4CW Pride Championship match later on tonight in the main event. No one has seen or heard from Chris since he arrived at the arena early in the afternoon.”
MORRISON: “How long have you been standing outside this door?”
HARTMAN: “Not long… Just got here. I was hoping to get a moment of Chris’s time.”
MORRISON: “You want to get a word with Chris? You obviously don’t know him as well as I do. Go ahead Gabe. I’ll hold the door for you so you can go in there and bother the man as he mentally prepares himself to take the 4CW Pride Championship away from Jett Wilder.”
MORRISON: “Well what are you waiting for?”
HARTMAN: “I don’t want to be a bother…”
MORRISON: “That would be very smart Gabe. You see Chris isn’t the kind of guy who’s waste valuable time trying to sell you why he’s going to be the next 4CW Pride Champion. He goes to that ring and whether you love him or hate him, you can’t deny that he takes care of business.”
HARTMAN: “Take care of business he has. If he wins tonight that will mark his eleventh straight win since joining the company, tying The Red Pioneer’s record start.”
MORRISON: “Yeah… What are you trying to get at?”
HARTMAN: “Well that kind of added pressure to a championship match has to be weighing down on him…”
MORRISON: “That’s what you were going to ask Chris? Do you have a death wish? One of the big reasons Chris has always had so much success over his career, he doesn’t let stress get to him. Chris has always taken his career one match at a time. Tonight is no different. Some how Jett Wilder is the 4CW Pride Champion and, well, Chris wants his belt. The fact that this is the eleventh match Chris is competing in since joining 4CW is just a lucky coincidence. Chris gets to kill two birds with one stone…”
HARTMAN: “Is that confidence or arrogance?”
MORRISON: “I guess we’ll see who’s holding the 4CW Pride Championship at the end of the night and you’ll have the answer to your question… Now if you’ll excuse me.”
BRYAN LAUGHLIN VS. JAIR HOPKINS
JOHNSON: “Well if Winter Wasteland hasn’t been exciting enough already tonight, we’ve got the kind of match coming up that could quietly steal the show!”
VASSA: “Is it time for Stevenson and O’Connor?”
JOHNSON: “No Vinny, we still have that a bit later on. Up next Jair Hopkins takes on promising newcomer, Bryan Laughlin!”
VASSA: “I like that Laughlin kid.”
JOHNSON: “Had a tough debut against Aidan Carlisle just a few weeks ago but was impressive in defeat.”
VASSA: “It’s not getting any easier tonight…”
JOHNSON: “You’re absolutely right Vinny. Jair Hopkins seems to have found his groove as of late, knocking off two members of the Unstable at back to back Adrenaline’s.”
VASSA: “That is pretty impressive…”
JOHNSON: “Let’s see if he can keep the momentum rolling his way here tonight.”
POWERS: “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!!!”
“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.
JOHNSON: “Laughlin looks like he means business tonight…”
“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!!!”
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.
VASSA: “As good as Hopkins is, I think Laughlin’s not going to let himself lose both of his first two matches in 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think it’s wise to underestimate Jair Hopkins. He is a former 4CW Champion and is a name that always is in the conversation for any title match.”
As the opening bell rings, Bryan Laughlin charges across the ring and hits Hopkins with a running forearm shot. Hopkins falls backwards into the corner, leaning against the turnbuckles for support. Laughlin unloads with a combination of rights and lefts before coming across his chest with a stiff knife edged chop! Hopkins covers up instantly as he stumbles out of the corner and walks along the ropes. Laughlin grabs Hopkins by the arm and whips him across the ring. Hopkins rebounds off of the and gets taken out by a jumping double knee strike! Hopkins falls to the mat and instinctively rolls under the ropes.
Laughlin climbs out onto the apron and lines up Hopkins. He runs across the apron and tries for a soccer kick. Hopkins dodges and counters by pulling Laughlin down by his leg. Laughlin bounces back first off of the apron and rolls to the ring floor. Hopkins quickly jumps towards Laughlin, planting his feet into his midsection while grabbing him by the back of the head, and flips him over with a monkey flip. Hopkins climbs to his feet and picks Laughlin up by his head. He rolls Laughlin back into the ring and follows pursuit.
Hopkins lifts Laughlin up to his feet and whips him across the ring towards the ropes. On the rebound, Laughlin ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and stops dead in his tracks. He quickly turns and grabs Laughlin with a rear waist lock. The two jockey for position as Laughlin lifts Hopkins up off of the ground. Hopkins throws all of his weight forward and rolls Laughlin up with a victory roll! The official slides into position and begins to count.
Laughlin uses his leg strength to kick out and send Hopkins forward, bouncing off of the canvass.
JOHNSON: “And that is part of what makes Hopkins so dangerous. He could have just scooped up the win that quickly with that counter.”
VASSA: “But he didn’t and the match is still on. So let’s not count Laughlin out just yet.”
Laughlin transitions from the belly to belly suplex and locks in a dragon sleeper on Jair Hopkins! Hopkins tries to reach for the ropes with his free hand but is just a bit short. Beginning to fade, Hopkins tries to extend his foot towards the ropes but Laughlin drags him away and towards the center of the ring. Hopkins bridges his body, forcing Laughlin to stand up. Hopkins uses his core strength and flips up over Laughlin, reversing the scenario. Hopkins drives Laughlin down with a reverse DDT and hooks a leg for the cover.
Laughlin shoots his shoulder off of the mat as the officials hand was on the way down for the three count.
JOHNSON: “What a counter by Jair Hopkins!”
VASSA: “I don’t think Laughlin saw that coming. But it’s going to take more than a reverse DDT to keep down Bryan Laughlin!”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins has more than that in his arsenal… ”
Laughlin bucks his hips and rolls Hopkins off of him.
JOHNSON: “Hopkins using his speed and athleticism to turn things around on a dime; part of what makes him so dangerous.”
VASSA: “Laughlin is going to have to find a way to ground Hopkins if he doesn’t want to come up short again.”
Laughlin rolls onto his knees and watches as Hopkins tucks himself under the bottom rope and lays on the ring apron. Laughlin patiently watches as Hopkins climbs up to his feet with the use of the ropes. Laughlin catches Hopkins with a stiff forearm, temporarily dazing Hopkins on his feet. Laughlin spins Hopkins around and locks in a full nelson before flipping him back into the ring and dumping him onto his he head and neck! Laughlin hooks Hopkins’s leg for the cover.
Hopkins got a foot on the bottom rope and the ref saw it before counting to three.
JOHNSON: “What a move by Bryan Laughlin! A modified version of Dump’d”
“HOLY-SHIT! HOLY-SHIT! HOLY-SHIT!”
Hopkins rolls Laughlin back into the ring and follows right behind him. He scoops him up and drops him back down with a scoop slam. Hopkins climbs to the top rope, facing out towards the crowd. He flips backwards looking for a moonsault but Laughlin rolls out of the way. Hopkins lands on his feet and watches as Laughlin pushes to his feet. Hopkins waits until Laughlin spins towards him and catches him with a boot to the gut. He then quickly lifts Laughlin into the air with his Bread N’ Butter spinning reverses facebuster! Hopkins sits on Laughlin’s chest and pulls one of his legs up for the cover.
Laughlin shoves Hopkins off and rolls onto his stomach.
JOHNSON: “That was hands down the closest pinfall we’ve seen so far throughout this match.”
VASSA: “And what does that tell you about Bryan Laughlin. This kid is not just going to roll over and die. He want’s this win just as badly as Jair Hopkins.”
Laughlin watches from his hands and knees as Hopkins pulls himself back up to his feet. Laughlin explodes to his feet as Hopkins stands and turns towards him. Laughlin lifts Hopkins onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Laughlin spins Hopkins in the air and drops him down across his knees with a gutbuster, a move he calls GMA! Laughlin flips Hopkins onto his back and hooks both legs for the cover.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Laughlin has done it!”
VASSA: “Laughlin just beat a former 4CW Champion…”
POWERS: “And your winner… by way of pinfall… BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”
RIDDLE: “Ah, Rorie, we meet again, love. What can I do you for?”
STEELE: “Oh nothing… I just came by for a little visit, sugar.”
STEELE: “I was just in the area.”
RIDDLE: “Funny how that pull brought you straight into my locker room. I doubt you want to sit and talk, or wish me luck for later.”
STEELE: “Wish you luck? Now that’s something I can do for you. Good luck… Cyrus.”
STEELE: “But I did actually want to chat about something.”
RIDDLE: “What would you like to chat about? News, politics, or the declining quality of talent in this company?”
STEELE: “Oooh. That last one is a VERY interesting topic indeed. Actually… let’s get into that one, hm? What are your thoughts on that?”
RIDDLE: “I think it’s a bloody shame we have to deal with it. If mouths were talent, everyone would be champion. Some need put in their place and reminded on who is above them. Similar to what I did to Darryl, and what I’ll do to your old mate Bryan, and new friend Aidan tonight.”
STEELE: “Mmm… yes. My ‘friend’. You used to fuck her, isn’t that right?”
RIDDLE: “Unfortunately, yes. But, in my defense, I’ve fucked a lot of women in recent history.”
STEELE: “I know.”
STEELE: “Actually… That’s kind of what I came here about, really. I’ve noticed some… changes… in you, Cyrus. To be quite honest, I don’t like them. Looks as if you’ve got yourself a new lady friend. And that kind of puts a damper on my fun. Interestingly enough… I have a little list here that your friend may be interested in seeing. I hear she’s here tonight too.”
RIDDLE: “I’ll bite… what’s this list comprised of?”
STEELE: “Names… dates… as far back as your little brain can remember. I won’t say who’s names are on there… or how many. Just know… there’s a lot. But I think this will be rather eye opening for your new plaything.”
RIDDLE: “First, she’s not a ‘plaything.’ Second, how the fuck did you get a list? And third, is this all because you can’t ride me now? Is this what the talented Rorie Steele is about?”
STEELE: “First… You do play with her, don’t you? If not, she’s friendzoning you from the get go. And that’s just sad. Second, I’m very good at getting what I want. I wanted this list. I talked to quite a few people to get the information on it. Some of your ‘friends’ have loose lips. Pun intended. Thirdly, it’s not so much that I can’t fuck you anymore… It’s more so that I need you for a few things. And when I need someone, I find the best way to get them to do what you want is to blackmail them. Yes… I am fully admitting to blackmailing you right now for my personal gain. If you don’t do what I want, I show her and everyone in the wrestling universe this list. And it won’t be pretty.”
RIDDLE: “Okay, you want to blackmail me. I can admire the honest, but not the stupidity. Have you thought this through? Are you sure you want to play this game with me?”
STEELE: “Oh yes. I’ve thought this through. Long… and hard…”
STEELE: “It’s not that I want to make an enemy out of you, Cyrus… I just know you won’t agree to what I want in any other way. And think about it. Aren’t games fun?”
RIDDLE: “What is it you want from me exactly? And what are you hoping to accomplish by showing her a list? You’re picking the wrong person to play games with, Rorie.”
STEELE: “It’s simple, really. All I want is some protection. Someone to make sure I don’t break any nails. Someone to keep my exes in check. Someone to come down to the ring with me and make sure I win. My right hand man, you could say. Is that so much to ask?”
RIDDLE: “So, you basically want me to be your errand boy? Like a servant.”
STEELE: “Exactly, Cyrus! You got it!”
RIDDLE: “I don’t think you have it in you to play a position of power over me.”
STEELE: “Really. That’s how you feel about me? Ye of little faith.”
RIDDLE: “Let’s just say that it’s less of a feeling about you, and more of an insight as to who I am. I’m nobody’s errand boy. Plus, you can’t possibly have any names that aren’t common knowledge anyway.”
STEELE: “Cyrus… I have names on here that you’ve probably forgotten over the years. Loose lipped friends don’t always come from the wrestling world, sugar. And you may not be an errand boy for others… but for me, I think you’ll change your mind. I’ll tell you what. You think it over for a little while. Come find me when you’ve made your decision. I’ll be waiting.”
STEELE: “Just a little extra buffer…”
STEELE: “I’ll see you later, sugar.”
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. DREW STEVENSON
VASSA: “This should be a clash of talented individuals! I’m actually not favoring one or the other, I will thoroughly just enjoy the competition!”
JOHNSON: “I couldn’t agree more! They’ve met before and Stevenson picked up the Victory but these two have strength mixed with talent and technique and that can always be unpredictable!”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: “The former Pride Champion, you have to believe Seamus is returning with Championship Aspirations!”
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!!!”
VASSA: “This guy is Frosted Flakes GRRREEAAT! At any time, any moment Drew Stevenson can be a threat to any level in this Business!”
JOHNSON: “Well Vassa is excited, I’m excited, let’s get this match started!!”
The two having plenty of words heading into this match, the stage this was on, it was a “Must Win” for both men as they step up to one another trading verbal jabs. As things begin to grow and the two men ready themselves, Seamus is the first to strike as he leaps forward with a Thrusting Headbutt that catches Drew to the bridge of his nose.
JOHNSON: “Ohh! Stevenson is bleeding! His nose met a Steel Strong Forehead! That did more than tickle, I can assure you of that!”
As Stevenson rises, he hooks Seamus at the leg and rolls him over right into a Single Leg Crab. Seamus roars out, reaching for the ropes as he sits pushed up on one arm. The referee crotch to the ring canvas asking, checking on Seamus in case he verbally submits
O’CONNOR: “NOO!!! AAAAGHHHH!!!”
VASSA: “Voted Most Hated in 2015, Drew Stevenson knows how to draw heat and he loves it! They hate that he’s that good and he loves that they hate it…Fantastic talent!”
He repeats the right and then comes in heavy with a low left to Drew’s rib cage and he jumps up some taking the solid shot. Snatching Seamus, Drew changes their positions and now with Seamus in the corner, Drew strikes down hard with a Downward Open Hand Palm slap to the chest of the man from Ireland.
JOHNSON: “OHHH My Gawd! That’ll leave a hand print, good grief!”
VASSA: “I had this Woman punch me once during sex…SO not my thing! Had a black eye for three days!”
JOHNSON: “Was she a Hooker? She was a Hooker wasn’t she?”
VASSA: “Let’s just say the Signing Bonus from Perry Wallace cleared and I pay well!”
VASSA: “Oh that’s Nasty! There is booger filled blood everywhere!!”
JOHNSON: “Another massive Headbutt from Seamus O’Connor and Drew Stevenson probably has a broken nose..”
VASSA: “Probably!?! HA! That is open like he’s having plastic surgery! Do you see that blood? It’s beyond broken, that’s BRRROKEN!”
Sitting up on his knees, Seamus grabs down under the back of Drew’s head and drives an elbow down into his hand covered face. Drew springs into action, ignited by pain and sits up, grabbing Seamus by the head and giving him a Headbutt of his own. The fans in the crowd cringe and let out groans as more blood flushes out of Drew Stevenson’s face. The two men now up on their knees trade punches at the same time, both rock from the closed fists. Seamus throws a haymaker from his knees and Drew responds with a lightning crack of a Slap. Seamus falls onto his side and Drew groggily pushes to his feet.
Grabbing his nose, Drew cups a handful of blood from his nose as it has drained out and run down the rest of his face. He spits out blood in his saliva before looking down at Seamus who scoots away. Drew roars out, teeth coated with blood, spit flying type of roar as he stares and locks eyes with his opponent.
VASSA: “Recharged by Blood! Drew Stevenson has truly put aside any value in his life other than the fight! Look at that man, he almost looks like a new person in there! A freakin Warrior has been unleashed!!”
JOHNSON: “Seamus is seeing him and Seamus doesn’t seem scared, look he’s nodding yes! It’s about to get rowdy!”
Drew slaps the canvas as he rolls over in a hurry to return to his feet but Seamus comes stomping down on Drew’s hand. He goes for the other hand, Drew pulls away in time for the stomp to miss. Drew clips Seamus from the back of his knee and Seamus twists and dips into a squat before falling over.
Both men get to their feet, wobbling some but on their feet no less. Seamus stumble runs at Drew and Drew Stevenson crisp and calculated grabs Seamus and snaps him over with a side Powerslam. The referee leaps up off the canvas selling the quake of the slam.
JOHNSON: “These two just won’t quit! One gets something going and the other Powers his way into taking over!”
VASSA: “What the Hell?! I would have bet everything on that being the end! These two are driving big rigs on Empty!”
JOHNSON: “Which one runs out of fumes first? That’s the question, who will last in this street fight like Wrestling Match?”
Making a slice across his neck, Seamus O’Connor reaches down and pulls Drew up from the canvas. Quickly he lifts Drew up across his shoulders looking to go for “The Drunk Landing” but as he spins Drew around, Drew lands on his feet behind Seamus, grabs him from behind and lifts him with a Snap Back Bodydrop. Both men lay sprawled out on the canvas, their chests rising and falling with deep breaths.
JOHNSON: “This is a fight! You have to appreciate a clinic like this that both competitors stop playing Chess and start slamming some god damn Dominos!”
VASSA: “We’ve had our chair shots, our blood shed and wrestling showdowns but this is a Battlefield where two Gladiators have come to fight!”
VASSA: “What the hell?”
JOHNSON: “It looks like we have company but who is that? Wait a second… is that? That’s Scotty Addams!”
VASSA: “Scotty Addams? Really? He’s in the house tonight?”
JOHNSON: “He is and he’s coming right down here to ringside!”
VASSA: “Things are about to get messy!”
JOHNSON: “Did you see that? Scotty Addams just kicked a pair of brass knuckles into the ring and is distracting the ref.”
VASSA: “It’s a goddamn setup!”
JOHNSON: “Come on! Turn around ref!”
VASSA: “Drew gets a pass back to Adrenaline and picks up where he left off with his dirty ways.”
JOHNSON: “That was uncalled for!”
JOHNSON: “This disgusts me!”
VASSA: “What did you expect? I know you can’t seriously think that Drew has changed his ways ever since Perry kicked him down to Fate.”
JOHNSON: “He injured Seamus and can’t even face him one on one without any distractions in a grudge match? Come on now!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall… DREW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”
VASSA: “What is Scotty Addams doing here and why did he just help Drew secure this win over Seamus?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but it dang sure wasn’t necessary!”
VASSA: “I just want to know what Addams is doing here tonight? I haven’t heard of any signings. Has 4CW signed him to a deal?”
JOHNSON: “Who knows. If they haven’t, good luck getting one after that crap!”
HARTMAN: “Hey Jett, you got a second?”
JETT: “Oh yeah, I’m all good. Some of the guys were just telling me about this dating app called Grindr. Says it’s going to really help me out.”
HARTMAN: “In just a little bit you will have the biggest match of your career in the form of your first title defense of your Pride Championship. And many would say it is your toughest opponent in the form of the undefeated, Chris Madison. What are your thoughts?”
JETT: ”I mean is it really that big of a deal? Chris has just had a bit of luck. Had he faced me from the jump, would he be known as the undefeated? Na. So whatever, I know that it’s two out of three falls and the best way to make a statement to people like you and all the fans that are doubting me? Is to put him down twice in a row. And I will do just that, won’t even go three. Chris is just the first on the long list of people I am going to defend against. These fans will see.”
HARTMAN: “Speaking of fans, I hear the drive for you to the venue was a very short one. How do you think the fans will greet you out there tonight? Surely got a lot of friends here?”
JETT: ”Of course, I know that all the fans are going to be Team Wilder tonight. Some of the guys even said that a big contingent was going to be coming from San Fran wearing the official F.A.G. shirts! So that’s pretty sweet too. Cali is on my side! People keep saying this is like Tupac versus Biggie, East vs West. I don’t know who either of them is but I know that the WEST coast is the best coast. And that me and my California fans are going to leave happy when I walk away as champion.”
HARTMAN: “Lastly, no worries about Unstable?”
JETT: ”I ain’t afraid of any of them. They can bring a whole army tonight, I don’t care. Bring all their people from that other company. Bring out Cashe, CJ, and Cyrus after they lose their matches. It won’t matter, I am going to beat Chris regardless. I am sick of always being the underdog, sick of being the joke. And those guys aren’t going to bully me any more. I will beat him and nobody will stop. I am the Pride Champion, and it’s going to stay that way.”
JETT: ”Why is it saying that there is a match in the Unstable locker room?”
CARLISLE: “Still with me here, Partner?”
WILLIAMS: “Yep, just waiting to get in that ring. Hartman isn’t around here, is he?”
CARLISLE: “Well, I didn’t think so, but apparently he just portaled in.”
HARTMAN: “There you are. It was very difficult to find the two of you.”
WILLIAMS: “Hartman, I swear to god, if I say your name three times will you disappear in a cloud of smoke?”
HARTMAN: “Your first defense of the Tag Team Championships is rapidly approaching. Everyone wants to know how you both are feeling right now? What is going through your head?”
WILLIAMS: “I’ll tell you what’s going through my head, Hartman. What’s going through my head is….”
HARTMAN: “I, uh, you’re not doing anything right now.”
WILLIAMS: “I’m calm, Hartman. What’s going through my mind right now is nothing, because I am calm. I am ready for the storm that is coming our way, that is what’s going through my mind right now.”
CARLISLE: “We’re not just bringing a fight to the ring, Hartman. We’re bringing a war. We’ve known since we walked away with these titles at Fright Night that we would be defending them here at Winter Wasteland, if not sooner. We’ve waiting for it, wanting it. We aren’t the kind of champions who want to sit on our laurels. We’re the kind of champions who want to prove again and again and again that we are the best, that we earned what we got.”
WILLIAMS: “Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, Hartman. Sun Tzu said it best, the moment Cyrus Riddle and CJ O’Donnell decided to step into the ring with us, their fate was decided.”
CARLISLE: “And when the final bell rings and Bryan and I are having our hands raised, when we are standing over their fallen corpses and the entire arena is awash in blood, they will only have themselves to blame. They asked for this.”
HARTMAN: “What is your strategy going into the match?”
WILLIAMS: “Easy. We fight hard, and we attack fast. They’ll never know what hit ‘em, before they realize it they’ll both be looking up at those lights. A three second nap later, and we’ll be walking out as champs.”
CARLISLE: “We’ll continue to do what we’ve done since the moment we decided to team up, something that still escapes the two of them no matter how hard they try to put up a front to convince others; and that is to be a team. Whereas Bryan and I can anticipate each other’s every thought, every movement, and capitalize when the time is right… Those two aren’t on the same page, they aren’t even in the same book. You saw it in that last farce of a promo. The moment one of them didn’t mention sharing the spotlight, the other was on his heels like a rabid dog. They’re already crumbling.”
HARTMAN: “Is there anything else you wanted to get off your chest? Anything else to say to your opponents?”
CARLISLE: “The time for words is over, Hartman. The time for war is now.”
ROB HEWITT VS. NIOBE MARTIN ©
POWERS: “Introducing first, the challenger, from Bristol, England, weighing in at two hundred thirty-six pounds… “Rabid” Rooob Heeewiiitt!!!”
As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play through the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.
POWERS: “And his opponent, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds… She is “The Nightmare” and the 4CW Fate Champion, Niooobe Maaartin!!!”
Now your nightmare comes to life..”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to hold up the 4CW Fate Championship as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.
“Dragged you down below…
Down to the devils show…
To be his guest forever…
Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she slings the Fate Championship over her shoulder and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face, holding up the Fate Championship for everyone to see.
GRIFFIN: “This match is almost two months in the making as Bethany Bailey whittled down the competition in a series of qualifying matches to determine the number one contender for the Fate Championship. Now, finally, we see the title on the line.”
MATTHEWS: “Rob Hewitt has a tall task in front of him. Niobe has had a death grip on the Championship since re-claiming it from Jada Montana back in early September. At the same time, Niobe needs to be on top of her game, because Hewitt has put away all comers since arriving at Fate.”
GRIFFIN: “We are definitely in for a treat watching these two duke it out for the title.”
Martin starts out on the offensive, flying at Hewitt the moment the bell rings while he elects a slower, more methodical start as he comes out of his corner. Rob ducks Niobe’s incoming clothesline, but the Fate Champion is quick to change direction, spinning around to catch him with a discus back elbow. Hewitt stumbles slightly from the impact and Martin bounces off of the middle rope, hooking her arm around the back of his head for a springboard stunner. Rob stumbles again, but doesn’t go down, catching himself on the ropes.
Martin continues to push, closing in for another clothesline and looking to send him over the top rope. Hewitt catches her arm before impact and immediately reverses with a short-arm clothesline of his own that sends Niobe to the mat! Rob wastes no time and delivers a vicious stomp to Martin’s left shoulder. Niobe rolls away just in time to avoid an incoming leg drop.
Martin is on her feet in a flash while Hewitt is slightly slower to get off of the canvas. Niobe capitalizes, sprinting in and leaping off of Rob’s upturned knee for a shining wizard that catches him in the temple! Hewitt sways once before he goes down hard. Martin grabs one arm and instantly locks in a fujiwara armbar, cranking back as hard as she can. Rob curls his free hand into a fist against the hold as the official kneels to watch for the tap out. With a burst of strength, Hewitt uses his size advantage and manages to roll over, flipping Niobe completely over his body and improvising a pin!
MATTHEWS: “Quick thinking by Rob Hewitt, forcing Niobe to release the submission hold in order to avoid a pin!”
GRIFFIN: “Niobe and Rob both promised that they would take everything the other had and continue to get back up. This win means the world to both of them.”
Martin circles more cautiously, testing Hewitt with a few feinted lunges. Finally, she surges in for a lariat, but Rob grabs her left arm and twists her into a hammerlock! Niobe’s hand is all the way up between her shoulder blades as Rob cranks hard on the hold! Martin gives a cry of pain, but throws her right elbow back and catches Hewitt on the jaw to break free!
Niobe hits the ropes again, leaping off of the second and wrapping her legs around Rob’s neck to take him down with a springboard hurricanrana. She lands in a mounted position and launches into a barrage of stiff forearm shots to the face that the audience counts off!
ONE! … TWO! … THREE! … FOUR!
For the final shot Martin falls forward with a modified elbow drop right to the nose!
GRIFFIN: “Niobe seems to be frequently changing tactics, trying to keep Hewitt on his toes and run down his stamina.”
MATTHEWS: “A wise strategy on Martin’s part. So far Rob is keeping his cool, choosing his shots, and maybe starting to work on that left shoulder of Niobe.”
MATTHEWS: “Niobe is building some momentum!”
GRIFFIN: “She’s got Rob down on the mat and she’s trying to keep him there to mitigate that strength advantage.”
Martin clutches her left shoulder as she gets to her feet. As the referee is issuing a warning to Hewitt, she takes advantage of the distraction and climbs the nearest turnbuckle all the way to the top. The official is barely out of the way as Niobe sails in with a flying crossbody! Rob catches her as she makes contact instead of going down and drills her into the canvas with a fall away slam! He floats over and hooks the leg for another pin attempt!
GRIFFIN: “Niobe gets the shoulder up again!”
MATTHEWS: “Rob looks a little frustrated, but you can practically see the gears moving inside his head. He’s trying to figure out just what he has to do to win this match.”
Martin immediately rolls on top of Hewitt and locks in a camel clutch! Hewitt tries to pry her hands off, but can’t get enough leverage! The referee hovers close by, asking Rob if he wants to tap out, but Hewitt shakes his head emphatically. Seeing that he is almost directly in the middle of the ring. Rob elects not to try to drag himself to the ropes. Instead, he fights his arms into position from the leg trab, taking hold of Niobe and beginning to power to his feet!
Martin cranks back harder on the hold, putting more pressure on Hewitt’s neck as she puts her weight into it. Rob falters for a moment, but gets one foot under himself! Then the other! Niobe released the hold and begins throwing her elbow into the back and side of Hewitt’s head, trying to get him back down to the mat! Rob holds on as he turns his back to the corner and crushes Martin into the turnbuckles! And again! And a third time! Niobe finally lets go and sags back into the corner.
MATTHEWS: “I think Niobe might be in trouble! It looks like she’s seeing stars!”
GRIFFIN: “But Rob is feeling the effects of that camel clutch, look at him trying to loosen up his neck!”
GRIFFIN: “Torment from Niobe Martin!”
MATTHEWS: “And she’s hooked the leg, she’s going for the pin!!!”
MATTHEWS: “Hewitt beats the count with authority! He’s not done!”
GRIFFIN: “Rob just threw Niobe practically half way across the ring with that kickout!”
GRIFFIN: “Hewitt kicked out again!”
MATTHEWS: “He said that every time Niobe knocked him down, he was going to get back up again! He’s staying true to his word so far!”
Rob closes back in as Niobe gets to her feet, locking up her head from behind. Martin plants her feet and shoves hard off of the mat, flipping up and all the way over, taking Hewitt down with a shiranui! Niobe is slower to get up, but drags herself to her feet, rolling her left shoulder a few times as she waits on Rob. As soon as he is in position she sprints across the ring and blasts him with a spinning enziguri! Hewitt goes down like a ton of bricks!
MATTHEWS: “True Nightmare from Niobe Martin! This could be it!”
GRIFFIN: “She’s not taking any chances, she’s going to the corner for the Phantasm Horror!!!”
Hewitt pulls himself up using the ropes, keeping an eye on Niobe at all times. Martin is down so long the referee almost starts a count out, but finally pushes up to her knees. She struggles to her feet, oblivious to the fact that Rob is behind her. As she stands he lunges in, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back onto his knees for a lungblower! He rolls all the way through as her body bounces off and over his head, twisting her into the Bear Trap!!!
Martin screams in pain as Rob cranks back on the left arm he’s been working on throughout the match. She stretches her free arm toward the ropes, but is nowhere close to being able to reach them. Niobe strains and struggles, but she can’t get Hewitt to budge. Finally, the pain becomes too much and she is forced to tap out!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
GRIFFIN: “Oh my God!!!”
MATTHEWS: “I can’t believe it!!!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner by submission and NEW Fate Champion… ‘Raaabid’ Rooob Heeewiiitt!!!”
GRIFFIN: “Rob Hewitt has put an end to Niobe’s title reign of more than four months!”
MATTHEWS: “Hewitt absolutely has to be on cloud nine right now. He’s had so many doubters since arriving in 4CW, and now he is the new Fate Champion!”
VOICE: “It feels so good to finally be here.”
FLIPP: “Shiii, you ain’t the only one. Four C Dub is where it’s at and I’m glad to be here tonight to enjoy the show geez.”
LOLA: “I just want to scope out the Fate competition. See where I’m aiming because honestly I’m going to be the best ever and I don’t won’t weak compo everytime I’m in the ring man.”
FLIPP: “You already talkin bout bein the best? You ain’t never been inside a ring yet Lo. It’s tough out there.”
LOLA: “But I’m not you. You, you alright. You still have allot to prove. Once I get my hands wrapped around Fate I’m not going to have much to prove to them because they’ll know that LJP is really about hers and being the best. So you returning?”
FLIPP: “Hell yeah, this what I do.”
LOLA: “Awww, about time. I missed seeing Flipp-Hop on tv, and I think Adrenaline is missing that flavor you bring to the table. I’m proud of you Renzo. Hugs.”
LOLA: “But you still won’t be better than me. Fate doesn’t have the slightest of clue what’s coming it’s way.”
FLIPP: “We gone see big talker. We gone see in due time.”
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
DISTINGUISHED ARCHETYPES VS. ART OF WAR ©
“Right Now (laughing)”
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. He begins to walk to the ring with a swagger in his step and a cocky expression of confidence.
“I am an anti-Christ
I am an anarchist,
Don’t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I want to destroy the passerby”
“‘Cause I want to be anarchy!”
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, he is “The Archetype,” “The Epitome of Excellence”… CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”
“Anarchy for the U.K.
It’s coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line.
Your future dream is a shopping scheme”
“‘Cause I want to be anarchy”
After jumping down off of the middle turnbuckle, Cyrus removes his sunglasses and jacket, sitting them on the ring post as he leans against the ring ropes, preparing himself for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: “One half of the Distinguished Archetypes, Cyrus Riddle making his way to the ring…”
VASSA: “One half of the future tag team champions of the world, you mean.”
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: “And his tag team partner. 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!!!”
“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!”
VASSA: “He’s a motherfucking beast!”
JOHNSON: “I heard that part, yes.”
VASSA: “It’s going down tonight! Down, baby!”
JOHNSON: “It’s going to be one heck of a fight here tonight, I dare not say wrestling match, because this is tornado rules which pretty much means there are no rules. Everyone’s legal at all times, and pretty much anything goes. Back to the ring once again we go…”
POWERS:“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined three hundred and eighty pounds, they are the 4CW Tag Team Champions, the team of Bryan Williams and Aidan Carlisle… The AAART OOOF WAAAR!!!”
“This one came from looking
This one opened twice
These two seem as smooth as silk, flush against my eyes
This one needed stitches and
This one came from rings”
The two slam the sides of their fists into the Tag Team Championships resting on each other’s shoulders before beginning to stride down the ramp. Aidan’s head nods lightly along with the song while Bryan’s gaze is fixed on the ring.
“Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah, yes I am Made Of Scars
Yes, I am made of scars”
Bryan takes the stairs in two quick strides. Grabbing the bottom rope, Aidan vaults up onto the apron. The two walk around to opposing sides of the ring to the mixed reactions of the crowd, stopping and raising both arms overhead to extend their middle fingers. Simultaneously they both flip backward over the top rope and into the ring.
“This one had it coming
This one found a vein
This one was an accident, but never gave me pain”
Heading to opposite corners, Bryan and Aidan both hop onto the middle rope, each grabbing their title and holding it up in the air. Aidan slaps the face plate of hers, screaming at the crowd about just who it belongs to. Bryan’s expression is a confident smirk as he lays his own back over his shoulder.
“This one was the first one
This one had a vice
This one here I like to rub on dark and stormy nights”
After hopping down Aidan rolls her neck from side to side, eyes closed and head back as she rubs her thumb over the large scar on her forearm. Bryan isn’t fazed by his partner’s actions as he stalks to the center of the ring to join her. They both turn and once again flip their middle fingers, this time toward their opponents.
“This one was the last one,
I don’t remember how
But I remember blood and rain
And I never saw it coming again”
The two retreat to their corner as the music fades, leaning in close to begin discussing strategy before the match begins.
JOHNSON: “The Distinguished Archetypes, the Art of War. No love lost between these two teams, this one’s going to be a fight.”
VASSA: “And in the end, well you know.”
JOHNSON: “Yes, shouldn’t be saying something about Unstable by now?”
VASSA: “Did I forget? Unstable!”
JOHNSON: “There you go, and here we go!”
The Distinguished Archetypes charge across the ring the moment the last bell sounds, but they are met by the Art of War soundly. Cyrus Riddle goes for a haymaker right hand on Aidan Carlisle, but she is able to duck under it and counter with a roundhouse kick of her own! At the same moment CJ O’Donnell goes for a big roaring elbow shot but Bryan Williams counters that with a scoop right into an atomic drop!! O’Donnell staggers around holding his ‘boys’ as Riddle rolls to the outside of the ring. Williams scoops up O’Donnell again and this time slams him to the ground as Carlisle charges from the corner connecting with a double legdrop right to the nuts again!! This causes O’Donnell to sit up in a rush of pain and scream out… however, that’s just long enough for Williams to charge from the opposite side ropes…
…connecting with a diving kick right to the side of CJ O’Donnell’s skull! The shot echoes over the arena, and luckily for O’Donnell his tag team partner Cyrus Riddle is there to pull him out of the ring to safety.
JOHNSON: “Hot start for the tag team champions!”
VASSA: “They jumped in before the bell, this isn’t right!”
JOHNSON: “Are you watching the same match I am?”
VASSA: “Yes, and I saw the tag team champions jump in early.”
JOHNSON: “Looks like Vinny’s on something and it looks like the Distinguished Archetypes are going to rethink their plan of attack here already.”
JOHNSON: “And that didn’t work! The Art of War still taking it to the challengers.”
VASSA: “Again, I don’t see how the referee can allow them to get away with this.”
JOHNSON: “Um… because it’s legal?”
VASSA: “Says you.”
The crowd goes nuts for that one as the Art of War bring Riddle crashing down onto the mat, Williams hitting a falling reverse neckbreaker and Carlisle connecting with a sitdown powerbomb in an incredible display of teamwork.
JOHNSON: “Big time move there by the Art of War!”
VASSA: “Come on, this isn’t good. This isn’t right. What is going on? Something’s going on, I tell you.”
JOHNSON: “Yeah, the tag team champions are showing why they’re the tag team champions.”
…with a release German suplex!!
JOHNSON: “That folded CJ O’Donnell in half like an accordian! Big time move there by Bryan Williams, he needs to make the pin.”
VASSA: “Jeez, take sides much?”
JOHNSON: “Really Vinny?”
VASSA: “Yeah, call it down the middle. Nobody likes someone who plays favorites.”
JOHNSON: “The cover… no! Cyrus Riddle once again pulling his partner out of the ring to safety before more damage can be done!”
JOHNSON: “TO THE OUTSIDE! CARLISLE BREAKING OUT THE BIG MOVES NOW!”
VASSA: “Oh come on, this one’s not going good at all for me. Not at all.”
JOHNSON: “This war is to the outside now.”
JOHNSON: “Listen to this Staples Center crowd! They’re loving this!”
VASSA: “I don’t know why, they need to be cheering only for Unstable. Like ever.”
VASSA: “He’s not eliminated, right?”
JOHNSON: “No, it doesn’t work that way Vinny.”
…sending him crashing into the steel steps on the outside of the ring! Williams bounces off shoulder first and slams into the ground in some serious pain. Williams tries to get back up using the bottom part of the steps to pull himself up, but Riddle charges in and stomps the back of Williams’ hand with the bottom of his boot!!
VASSA: “Ha! Awesome! See, now we’re seeing the cream rise to the top in this one.”
JOHNSON: “Riddle showing a really nasty mean streak here. Williams hitting those steel steps and flesh against steel never goes well.”
VASSA: “Time to break him, boys. Time to break him.”
JOHNSON: “Oh my! Legdrop across the back of Bryan Williams’ head!”
VASSA: “Steel steps and all! This is awesome!”
JOHNSON: “Vinny, stop jumping up and down, you’re still recovering from that head shot.”
VASSA: “I don’t care! This is awesome!”
JOHNSON: “Aidan hitting a big move there now! From the ring apron.”
VASSA: “What a copier. Come up with your own stuff.”
JOHNSON: “Really? That’s where you’re taking it?”
…drops her with a spinebuster back first across the bottom half of the steel steps.
VASSA: “Take that you unoriginal bit-“
JOHNSON: “Big shot on Williams! And he’s down!”
VASSA: “It’s over! It’s all over!”
JOHNSON: “There’s the cover, we could have new tag team champions…”
JOHNSON: “Williams gets the shoulder up and this match continues.”
VASSA: “That count was a little slow, I’m just saying.”
JOHNSON: “You did this last time, and it wasn’t right then.”
VASSA: “THE DISTINGUISHED PLEX!”
JOHNSON: “And the cover!”
JOHNSON: “Aidan Carlisle with the save!! She came out of nowhere to break up the pinning combination that O’Donnell had Bryan Williams. We would have had new champions, but Carlisle makes the save!”
VASSA: “Now get her, boys.”
…and right into another lariat in the back of the head courtsey of CJ O’Donnell! Aidan falls face first to the mat with a heavy slamming sound. The confident O’Donnell rolls her over and hooks the leg for the cover.
JOHNSON: “BRYAN WILLIAMS MAKES THE SAVE! O’DONNELL WITH ANOTHER DAYDREAMER WHICH MIGHT HAVE DONE THE JOB HERE TONIGHT, BUT AIDAN’S TAG TEAM PARTNER IS ABLE TO PULL THE LEG OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!”
VASSA: “Holy crap, can they stop that already?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think the tag team champions are just going to roll over and die here tonight.”
VASSA: “Well, they should.”
…bringing her down with a double flapjack move!! Aidan bounces off of the ring and nearly right back to her feet from the impact. Unfortunately for her, she is able to get right back up and is met with a vicious series of kicks to the midsection and chest from CJ O’Donnell. With the last kick he hits the hardest of his kicks right across her jaw.
VASSA: “Feet don’t fail me now! Start practicing saying and neeeeeeeeewwww tag team champions!”
JOHNSON: “Vicious kicks right to the chest of Aidan Carlisle and then the final one right across the jaw!”
VASSA: “She’s out on her feet.”
…connecting with a Fisherman’s suplex which he is able to hold onto and bridges himself for the cover.
VASSA: “London Bridge! London Bridge! New tag champs! New tag champs!”
JOHNSON: “NO! BRYAN WILLIAMS MAKES THE SAVE AGAIN!!”
VASSA: “Will someone just put him out of his misery already?”
JOHNSON: “He’s not going to quit, ever.”
VASSA: “Then, they’re going to have to cripple him.”
…right into his Personality Shift cradle shock driver!! Riddle bounces off of the mat, and Williams doesn’t hold for the pin, instead he gets right back up to his feet as CJ O’Donnell charges at him, this time Williams is able to duck under the kick attempt. Williams scoops up O’Donnell from behind and lifts him up into the air…
JOHNSON: “Sexualizer! He bounced O’Donnell’s head off the mat with his version of the Omega Driver!”
VASSA: “I can’t stand that Bryan Williams! I hate him!”
JOHNSON: ” Here’s the cover, this one might be over!!”
VASSA: “Yes! Yes! Yes! CJ O’Donnell kicks out! You wonderful man!”
JOHNSON: “So very very close, O’Donnell powers out of that one at the last second.”
VASSA: “Not to mention it was a fast count, I’m just saying again.”
VASSA: “Yes! What a counter!”
JOHNSON: “CJ O’Donnell somehow turned Bryan Williams Sexualizer over and into a neckbreaker. What a great counter indeed!”
VASSA: “See, Williams can throw everything at them including the kitchen sink and these two just keep on fighting back. It’s a lost cause. Just hand over the tag team titles now!”
…flipping O’Donnell as she connects with a springboard hurricanrana!! The crowd pops as she hooks the legs of O’Donnell going for a pin attempt. The referee slides in as fast as possible to begin the count…
VASSA: “SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! CYRUS RIDDLE JUST KNOCKED HER OUT!”
JOHNSON: “Out of nowhere Riddle catches Aidan in the jaw with that vicious straight kick breaking the pin attempt there, and as my partner screamed into the microphone possibly knocking out Aidan Carlisle!”
VASSA: “Distinguished Archetypes strike again!”
JOHNSON: “It’s mass chaos now!”
VASSA: “Oh yeah, and look who’s on top! The next tag team champions of 4CW!”
JOHNSON: “I think you spoke too soon! Aidan Carlisle to the outside ring ropes, what does she have in mind here!?”
…connecting with an Asai Moonsault!! She wipes all three of the others on the outside of the ring as she brings the crowd to their feet once again with that incredible move.
VASSA: “Could they stop doing that?!”
JOHNSON: “These fans are witnessing something incredible here tonight, this match has been one for the books as these two teams are pulling anything and everything out to win this match and to win those tag team title belts.”
VASSA: “While I agree with that, this will only be incredible when the Distinguished Archetypes pull off the win.”
JOHNSON: “This one’s now spilling out of the ring area!”
VASSA: “It’s gone total war, which is going to of course favor the challengers.”
JOHNSON: “Do you have a reason for that?”
JOHNSON: “Things have gone to pure anarchy now!”
VASSA: “And you better believe that when things like this happen, Unstable has themselves a plan in mind.”
JOHNSON: “This fight has taken many directions, but I don’t think they would have anticipated this happening!”
VASSA: “Maybe not, but Unstable does one thing. Win. That’s all they ever do. So, even though they’re brawling through the crowd now, they’re going to just win in the end.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know how you’d conclude that, other than the fact you’re Vinny.”
…causing an echoing sound as Bryan Williams’ skull bounces off the unforgiving rock. Riddle then looks towards the curtains and quickly disappears behind them.
JOHNSON: “Where’s he going now!?”
VASSA: “Maybe he wants to get a soda!”
JOHNSON: “Cyrus Riddle has just left the arena floor and we don-“
…right through the row of chairs!! Carlisle smashes across the backs of the chairs causing them to tip over. The crowd scatters and goes nuts at the same time.
JOHNSON: “Carlisle through a row of chairs!!”
VASSA: “And some popcorn, someone left their popcorn! That’s hardcore! But look what I said, Unstable has a plan and there’s the plan!”
JOHNSON: “Things are about to get worse for Bryan Williams!”
“HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!!”
“HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!!”
“HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!! … HO – LY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “CYRUS RIDDLE HAS JUST LEPT… I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID THAT! CYRUS RIDDLE JUST LEPT FROM AT LEAST FIFTEEN FEET HIGH THROUGH A TABLE AND THROUGH BRYAN WILLIAMS! BRYAN WILLIAMS HAS BEEN BROKEN INTO AS MANY PIECES AS THAT TABLE!!”
VASSA: “WHAT ABOUT RIDDLE? IS HE STILL ALIVE?”
JOHNSON: “We’re going to need to check on them, we’re going to make sure they’re still breathing.”
VASSA: “Can you believe that? Can you believe he did that? That’s a future tag team champion right there, and that’s what he’s willing to do to win these belts.”
JOHNSON: “Aidan Carlisle not going quietly here tonight.”
VASSA: “Yeah, but her partner is broken in at least half, she’s the only one left of her team.”
JOHNSON: “Even though this is a tornado match, pinfalls must be made inside the ring. Somehow, these two have to get back into the ring and make the pin.”
…hitting nothing but the chair with a leg drop as O’Donnell is able to move out of the way!! Carlisle goes through the chair and hits the floor in some serious pain as O’Donnell gets back up to his feet.
VASSA: “Someone’s got lose a little weight, eh? Don’t worry, she’s going to drop about ten pounds of gold before the night is over.”
JOHNSON: “O’Donnell getting his head up there quickly, and much to his benefit, because that would have been a hard way to take a leg drop.”
VASSA: “Here it comes! They’ve got Carlisle right there, two on one. This one’s over!”
JOHNSON: “Things are looking real bad for the tag team champions right now, Bryan Williams might be in need of medical attention before this night is over and that is leaving his tag team partner at the mercy of these two…”
VASSA: “Future tag team champions of the world!!”
JOHNSON: “I was going to say gentlemen, but that’s not true.”
VASSA: “Oh, as if Aidan is a real lady.”
JOHNSON: “Looks the Distinguished Archetypes are having a tough time figuring out who is going to get the first shot on a lone wolf Aidan Carlisle!”
VASSA: “Yeah, I’m not liking this. Just make the pin.”
JOHNSON: “Wait a second! They’re going to play rock, paper, scissors!?”
VASSA: “Always go paper. Always.”
JOHNSON: “Aidan kicks out! Aidan kicks out! They might have wasted a little too much time determining who was going to make the cover and that gave her the time to build enough strength to get the shoulder up at the last split second!”
VASSA: “Maybe, but was that wise of her? Now she’s at the mercy of both men.”
JOHNSON: “True. She’s all alone now.”
VASSA: “Irish Knowledge beaten into her head! This one’s over!”
JOHNSON: “CJ O’Donnell connecting with that incredible looking leaping knee strike! Aidan’s on the ground, O’Donnell hooks the leg…”
VASSA: “NEW TAG CHAMPS!!”
JOHNSON: “BRYAN WILLIAMS WITH THE SAVE!! WILLIAMS WITH THE SAVE!!”
VASSA: “WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM!? THAT MOTHERFU–“
JOHNSON: “WILLIAMS PULLS THE LEG OF CJ O’DONNELL AND SAVES HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!!”
…into the Rain of Pain!! The facebuster causes Riddle’s face to bounce right off the mat, Adian Carlisle rolls over and goes for the cover, the referee dives in…
JOHNSON: “CJ O’DONNELL MAKES THE SAVE!! O’DONNELL BREAKS UP THE PIN AT THE LAST SECOND!!”
VASSA: “Oh thank God for that man right there, that man just saved the world from a terrible terrible event.”
JOHNSON: “What Art of War winning is a terrible event?”
VASSA: “No, Unstable losing is.”
…right onto his knee with brainbuster!!
JOHNSON: “CROSS OVER ATTACK!! WILLIAMS HITS THE BRAINBUSTER ONTO HIS KNEE!!”
VASSA: “NO, NOT HIM AGAIN!”
…right into a sitdown piledriver!! Williams’ head bouncing off of the mat with nothing but impact.
VASSA: “Darkness falls! Darkness falls! Riddle hitting the move of all moves here!! This one’s over!!”
JOHNSON: “Riddle hitting that amazing move right into a piledriver, incredible show of strength this late into a hellacious match.”
JOHNSON: “Wait a second, who is that?”
VASSA: “It looks like a few of the Fate stars want to jump in the action.”
JOHNSON: “You’re right! That’s Tanya Black and Jace Savage!”
VASSA: “Thanks Captain Obvious! But who is that other guy coming down here with them?”
JOHNSON: “Why are these people even out here right now? We’re in the middle of a tag team championship match!”
VASSA: “Since when has that ever stopped anyone?”
JOHNSON: “It looks like everyone in the ring is back to their feet and the one’s on the outside have their attention.”
VASSA: “Goddamnit! Things were just heating up!”
JOHNSON: “We didn’t have a third team scheduled for this match but it seems one has decided to interfere anyways.”
VASSA: “Well isn’t this an odd sight. When have those two ever stood side by side arguing for the same cause?”
JOHNSON: “What’s that?!”
VASSA: “What the hell are they yelling about? Nothing is happening in the ring.”
VASSA: “Hey now!”
JOHNSON: “What do you think you’re doing?! You can’t cross the barricade!”
VASSA: “Oh shit!”
JOHNSON: “Look out!”
Riddle then stumbles forward, grabbing Bryan’s attention. The hooded person then throws the chair to the ground and backs away from the ring as the other three on the opposite side hop down as well. Bryan then moves in and turns Riddle around before wrapping him up around the waist. Lifting Riddle into the air, Bryan hits him with a German suplex…
…Bryan keeps his hold on Riddle, bridging for the pin as the sound of the thud grabs everyone’s attention. The official turns to look first and then races over, sliding in beside the two for the count.
JOHNSON: “Here we go!”
CJ then steps forward to break the pin but as he does Aidan grabs ahold of his shoulder and pulls him back. Spinning around, CJ swings with all of his might, hitting Aidan with a right hook, knocking her to the mat as the ref’s hand slaps the mat for the count.
Riddle then kicks out of the pin but it is too late, the count has already been made.
JOHNSON: “ART OF WAR RETAINS!! ART OF WAR RETAINS!! WHAT A HELL OF MATCH AND OUT OF THE CARNAGE THE ART OF WAR IS ABLE TO DEFEAT THE DISTINGUISHED ARCHETYPES!”
JOHNSON: “What a hell of a match we just witnessed, and the Art of War is bloody, bruised, possibly with a couple of broken bones here and there… but they are still tag team champions of 4CW!”
VASSA: “They didn’t do it alone! I demand a restart damnit!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The official then walks to Aidan and Bryan, handing them the championships.
POWERS: “Here are your winners and still 4CW Tag Team Champions… ART OF WWAARR!!!”
JOHNSON: “Well the defending champions will retain tonight but the big questions is, who are those four headed up the ramp?”
VASSA: “Well we already know Tanya Black and Jace Savage. I don’t know who that other guy is and the one under the hood is a mystery.”
MAN: “You four are pretty when you fight, did you know that? It’s like watching re-runs of a soap opera. I mean, shit, it gets pretty sad when you have come to a point where you are watching a re-run of a soap opera. Pretty disappointing!”
MAN: “It never seizes to amaze me just how much this place hasn’t changed since the last time I was in 4CW. I figured the competition would be better and the anxiety would be higher. However, everything looks the damn same! I may have lost everything, but I promised you ALL that this day would come! I promised that the day would come where order needed to be restored in 4CW. Well, I have arrived to deliver on that promise! I have arrived to pick up where I left off, only this time, I have a new bigger agenda.
VASSA:“Who is this guy and what is he talking about?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but there’s something about his voice that sounds peculiarly familiar…”
MAN: “I promised that I would return sometime and that I would, in fact, turn 4CW into a cleansing ground. I have watched closely and quietly in the shadows at what has become of 4CW and it’s occupants. I have seen people like the Unstable run a muck around here and terrorize this place for far too long without having the slightest bit of resistance. That will be NO longer tolerated! I have reached out and gathered a force that will be reckoned with here in 4CW and have assembled the best people for the job! Please, allow me to introduce my crew!”
MAN: “Allow me to introduce first, Tanya Black! She is relentless and she is a warrior here in 4CW. Most of you know her from Fate and ironically, as fate would have it, she has joined my cause and has volunteered to help usher in a new age in 4CW! Next up, is a man that none of you are familiar with…yet. While his history is a mystery, and will be revealed in time to all of you, I give to you the man who will send chills down your spine and fuck with you psychologically, he is Aamon!”
MAN: “And the third, a man who needs no introduction, is a man who knows me quite well. In fact, together, we DOMINATED 4CW and was last seen together ironically this time last year. This man has fought with me from the very beginning and a man who has always trusted my judgement. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you….Jace Savage!”
JOHNSON: “Wait a minute, that guy was here with Jace last year? WAIT A MINUTE!! IT CAN’T BE HIM!! I knew I recognized that voice!”
VASSA: “He said he dominated here last year….I don’t….OH MY GOD!! CAN THAT REALLY BE HIM?!”
MAN: “And last but certainly not least, you have the one who is leading THE ORDER into a 4CW and an Order that will usher in a NEW AGE IN 4CW, ladies and gentlemen I give to you…”
JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!! IT’S BRIAN HOLLYWOOD!!!!”
VASSA: ” HOLY SHIT!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! BRIAN HOLLYWOOD IS BACK IN 4CW!!!!”
HOLLYWOOD: “The shroud has arrived and the clouds have been lifted in 4CW! You can consider, at this very moment, that the tag team division has been put on NOTICE! Oh, but don’t let me leave you two out, CJ and Cyrus. This pertains to you all as well! The entire Unstable have officially been put on notice and as a consequence of your actions, the consequence is US! You are looking at the four people who are going to RESTORE 4CW and rid it of the fifth and corruption that is the Unstable. Tell your buddy, Jason Cashe, who I KNOW is watching backstage, that he should have heeded Aamon’s warning and as the first consequence of his actions, have costed CJ and Cyrus the tag team titles tonight! But don’t worry, there’s a lot more from where that came from! We are the ones who will bring balance to 4CW. WE HAVE ARRIVED, for we are THE ORDER and we have come to claim 4CW as our own! Let all of the injustices and their violators witness what we have done here tonight, for soon, we shall catch up to you and correct the injustices in which you have displayed. THE ORDER HAS SPOKEN!”
JOHNSON: ” I can’t believe what we’ve just heard! Brian Hollywood is back and has brought with him an Order in which promises to restore 4CW to justice!”
VASSA: “I can’t believe he’s back! I can’t wait to see all these guys and their agenda for 4CW! They might be treading on very thin ice, but it’s about damn time something is done with the Unstable!”
JOHNSON: “Well I can’t wait to find out what happens next! Which speaking of next, let’s head backstage as we prepare for our main event of the night!”
RIDDLE: “You want an answer, yeah?”
STEELE: “Of course I do.”
STEELE: “What is it?”
RIDDLE: “Well, after careful consideration, and in an effort to make sure that I am able to maintain my privacy to an extent…”
RIDDLE: “I’ve decided…to decline your offer.”
STEELE: “Excuse me?”
RIDDLE: “I’m declining. See, in light of some information that I just so happened to remember, I’ve realized that I have a bit more on you than you do on me. My past isn’t the only questionable one, is it? Rorie has secrets.”
STEELE: “Oh really. And what could you possibly have on me, Cyrus? My book is pretty open, sugar.”
RIDDLE: “Some chapters are somewhat erased, or at least you’d like to think they are. Wouldn’t you…Rorz?”
STEELE: “How fucking dare you…”
STEELE: “You wouldn’t dare tell a soul…”
RIDDLE: “I’m a bit hurt you don’t think I would. Isn’t that what you wanted? To play games with me? This is how we play. You have stuff I don’t want told, but I always have an ace up my sleeve as well, love.”
STEELE: “How the fuck did you find out this…. information…?”
RIDDLE: “Now, you know I can’t give that to you. You didn’t want to tell me about the sources you had for my list. Just know that I have my ways.”
STEELE: “And… what do you want, Cyrus? For your silence?”
RIDDLE: “Eye for an eye, Rorz. I’ll use your very own end to fulfill my own. It’s been some time since I had a valet or manager, and it would be quite fun to have you do as I wish. So, those are my terms. You be a good girl, and I’ll make sure nobody finds out what’s under the surface.”
STEELE: “A good girl, hm? And you really think I’m capable of that?”
STEELE: “You really think I will do exactly as you say? Go ahead… tell everyone. What you know means nothing to me…”
RIDDLE: “If that’s how you feel then…it’s a shame really. I’ve enjoyed what we have had, Rorz, it’s been good. I like who you are even…or what you seem to be. I’m not a fan of what I am about to do, but you can’t say you didn’t have it coming.”
RIDDLE: “Fine what?”
STEELE: “Fine… master… I will do whatever you ask.”
RIDDLE: “I kind of like how you said that. From now on, that’s how you can refer to me. I can almost feel the excitement making your body tremble.”
STEELE: “Excitement? Excitement?”
STEELE: “There is no excitement here, Cyrus.”
RIDDLE: “Never took you for someone who felt trepidous. We’re seeing a new side of you already, love. I tell you what, I’ll allow you one outburst per week on a small scale, consider it a gift. This one is your only one for now, so make it worth it and let’s move on. I have a task for you already.”
STEELE: “What can I do for you, master…?”
RIDDLE: “First, we are going to go to my locker room so you can clean this blood and wound properly. Once I’m satisfied with that, I’ll tell you exactly what you will do for me. There are just too many ears in the open. So, apologize, and we will get going…”
RIDDLE: “Rorz…apologize. I know it’s hard to grasp that you were in control just a bit ago, only to have the power shift to me. But hey, that’s life, love. I’ll be respectful in what I ask of you if you just show me that loyalty I want. So…do you have something to say?”
STEELE: “I’m sorry.”
STEELE: “For that…”
RIDDLE: “It’s okay, love, I forgive you.”
RIDDLE: “Now that we are beyond that, let’s take a walk. Pressing matters need to be discussed.”
TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS
CHRIS MADISON VS. JETT WILDER ©
JOHNSON: “Tonight has been insane and it’s time to head into our main event.”
VASSA: “Winter Wasteland is a huge event for us. It was last year and has proven to be once again here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “We’re going to top things off with Jett Wilder’s first Pride Championship defense.”
VASSA: “I’m not going to lie. I actually enjoy having Jett as our Pride Champion.”
JOHNSON: “The kid is still young. He could be something great one day but if I’m being honest, I must say that I think he still has a lot of maturing to do.”
VASSA: “Well this match will do him some good then. Chris Madison is about as mature as they come in the ring. Jett facing off against him can only help improve and further his in-ring abilities.”
JOHNSON: “This isn’t just some normal match either. This is a two out of three falls match for the Pride Championship.”
VASSA: “That’s right! One pin fall or submission isn’t going to seal the deal. One of these men are going to have to do it twice and the good thing about this is, there will be no draws.”
JOHNSON: “Don’t let Jett’s inexperience fool you. He could in fact upset the world and give Madison his first loss in 4CW.”
VASSA: “Many people have tried, all have failed.”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for best two out of three falls and will be for the 4CW Pride Championship!”
“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. His head is tucked down and covered by a black towel, 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 first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, “Mayhem” CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: “And just like that, at the sound of his name, Chris Madison appears!”
VASSA: “He looks determined but then again, he always does. Madison is am machine when match time rolls around and tonight on this stage, I’m expecting him to blow the roof off the building.”
JOHNSON: “That would be something amazing to see.”
VASSA: “You’re goddamn right it would! I’m talking about roof… KABOOM!!! Right off the fucking building!”
JOHNSON: “Calm down Vinny. We have a long match ahead of us. You’ve made it this far, just sit tight and relax, we have one more for the history books.”
POWERS: “And the champion!”
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! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
VASSA: “I’m a little surprised and shocked. Jett actually looks ready tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Luiz is firing him up right now. This will be Jett’s first championship defense ever since winning the thing at the two year anniversary show last month.”
VASSA: “Luiz doesn’t get enough credit. He puts up with Jett’s crap day in and day out. Jett thinks life is one big game while Luiz takes things on a more serious note.”
JOHNSON: “Jett would be wise to learn a thing or two from Luiz.”
VASSA: “He really would. But you know what? Everything Jett and even Luiz do gets overlooked by that beauty right there, his sexy mother, Carmella!”
JOHNSON: “She truly is a beauty and could in fact be labeled a distraction. I’ve seen opponents get distracted by her beauty time and time again.”
VASSA: “Opponents? Hell, I can’t call a match without getting lost at those two huge knoc–“
JOHNSON: “Okay then! Let’s get down to business!”
Bouncing back and forth in his corner, Madison then releases a battle cry into the air, igniting the crowd. Looking on, Jett appears a bit intimidated as he looks down to the outside at his mother and Luiz. Giving him words of encouragement, Luiz motions for Jett to leave the corner and defend the championship. Slowly stepping away from the corner, Jett makes his way to the center of the ring. Bursting forward, Madison charges towards Jett and catches him with a powerful kick to the side of the knee. Dropping to favor the attacked knee, Jett leaves his other open as Madison then plants his foot into the side of it. With Jett’s legs about to give out from under him, Madison then leaps upward and aims his knee towards Jett’s head. Quick on his feet, Jett spins out of the way and grabs ahold of Madison’s shoulders from behind, slamming him down to his back.
Rolling over in an instant, Madison pushes himself up to all fours but before he can begin to stand, Jett hits him over the top of the back with a double axe handle. Jett then grabs Madison by the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet only to then get caught off guard as Madison punches him in the center of the chest, breaking his hold. Latching onto Jett’s wrist, Madison then goes to throw Jett to the ropes but before he’s able to release, Jett reverses and whips him towards them instead. Coming back on the rebound, Madison is then lifted off his feet, spun around and dropped across Jett’s knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.
VASSA: “I know we all had our doubts with Jett coming in to this match but he’s off a quick start against the Madman.”
JOHNSON: “It’s still early in what will be a long, tiresome match.”
VASSA: “And this rate Madison is in for one hell of a ride.”
Lifting Jett into the air, Madison throws him tot he side, breaking up the count. Jett quickly pops up to his feet as Madison rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. Leaping into the air, Jett lands on Madison’s back with a double foot stomp, pushing him back down to the canvas. Turning his attention to Madison’s foot, Jett quickly grabs it and applies an ankle lock. Applying the pressure with all of his strength, Jett sits on Madison’s lower back to keep him down. After a brief struggle, Madison then kicks his leg straight. Not letting go, Jett is pulled up from Madison’s back and then thrown across the ring as his leg fully extends. Pushing himself up in a hurry, Madison turns around to face Jett who is just up to one knee, pulling himself up with the nearby ropes.
JOHNSON: “It didn’t take long for Chris to break out of that ankle lock.”
VASSA: “Not long at all. Jett was in a good position but Madison just overpowered him with his leg strength.”
Falling face first to the canvas, Jett doesn’t move as Madison rolls over and pushes himself up. Walking around the ring, circling Jett, Madison plots his next attack while taking a short moment to catch his breath. He then slides in beside Jett, driving his knee into Jett’s ribcage. Grabbing onto Jett with both hands and holding him down to the mat, Madison then delivers repeated knee strikes to Jett’s ribs. After a dozen or so, Madison then rolls Jett over to his back and clocks him with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Climbing over Jett and hooking the leg, Madison goes for the pin as the official drops in for the count.
VASSA: “He kicks out before the two count!”
JOHNSON: “Chris did a number to Jett’s ribs with the knee strikes and I thought that elbow shot to the head would have sealed the deal… I was wrong.”
VASSA: “I think we all thought Madison was going to get the first pin right there but I’m telling you, we all underestimate Jett. At times I think it’s all a part of his game plan. He wants people to underestimate him. No one thought he would be the 4CW Pride Champion but here he is defending the championship tonight at Winter Wasteland.”
JOHNSON: “You just might be on to something, Vinny. I don’t say that often, mostly never, but this time you could be right.”
VASSA: “OH SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “We have our first fall of the match ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: “Madison will take the lead with one fall to Jett’s zero. One more from Madison and this one is in the books.”
JOHNSON: “After a good ten minutes or so between these two, I’m sure both are feeling the fatigue, Jett more so than Chris.”
VASSA: “Well Jett is in a world of pain right now I would imagine. Madison does look a little winded but luckily for him, he has a few moments to catch his breath as the official helps Jett to his feet.”
JOHNSON: “Chris will get a nice little break right here. First the official needs to get Jett up on his feet. Then he needs to be in a position where he’s ready to continue. This could take a few moments.”
VASSA: “If Jett is the deciding factor on when the next round will begin, then if I were him, I would take my time. Use this opportunity to rest as well. Sure, you may have to fake things a little bit but why not. Madison is able to rest. Why not take advantage and catch a breather yourself?”
JOHNSON: “These officials are trained professionals, Vinny. I’m sure they would be able to tell if someone was faking.”
VASSA: “You would think that but Larry Collins is old. Sure, he’s seen a lot in his day but the man isn’t as sharp as he used to be.”
JOHNSON: “Alright, Jett is up and appears to be good to go. He’s alive, he’s moving around and responding to the official.”
VASSA: “Madison looks a little bored having to wait through all of this.”
JOHNSON: “There was what, a seven minute break between the pin and now?”
VASSA: “Seven minutes can be a long time when you’re programmed to destroy like Madison is.”
JOHNSON: “Well wait no longer because Jett has given the official the thumbs up and it looks like we’re ready to jump into the second round.”
Rolling to the edge of the ring, Madison rests on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he even knows it, Jett races in and stomps on his stomach over and over. Jett then turns his stomps into kicks and continues the assault on Madison until he rolls him underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. Madison then swats Jett’s feet away and pulls himself up with the ropes but before he can fully stand, Jett grabs ahold of his head with one hand and then connects with a hard punch to the side of his head with the other, knocking Madison down to the floor. Landing on his feet, Madison bends over, holding the apron and also his head, in a daze as the official begins to count him out.
“One! … Two! … Three!”
With Madison’s attention elsewhere, Jett runs to the ropes on the other side of the ring and comes back quickly on the rebound.
Once in range, Jett drops down to a slide, goes underneath the bottom rope, and plants both feet into the side of Madison’s head with a baseball slide, knocking Madison backwards and into the barricade.
Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Jett then drops down to the floor and resets the officials count.
JOHNSON: “Jett has taken matters into his own hands and is off to yet another quick start in what is now round number two.”
VASSA: “He was quick on his feet with countering Madison’s single leg takedown attempt. Once Madison went down to the mat, Jett turned on the heat and now we find them both outside where anything is possible.”
With Madison stretched out across the barricade holding himself up, Jett seizes the moment and charges in with a running knee to his open mid-section.
Jett then unloads with overhead punches, raining down on Madison with lefts and rights.
“Four! … Five!”
After receiving a few punches, Madison then wraps Jett up and drives him backwards, slamming him back first into the apron, while Jett continues to punch him in the head.
As soon as Madison loosens his hold on Jett, he gets caught by surprise as Jett hits him with an elbow right between the eyes. Jett then grabs onto Madison’s head with both hands and slings him to the side, throwing him head first into the ring post.
With Madison in a daze but still on his feet, Jett then rolls into the ring and yells for the ref to hurry with the count.
Holding onto the apron, Madison is able to stay on his feet but unaware of his surroundings.
Jett screams at the official to hurry with the ten count but before the official can even get there, Madison rolls underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring.
VASSA: “Madison just barely got back into the ring before the ref counted him out.”
JOHNSON: “I’m surprised he was able to. After taking that blow to the head from the ring post, he should have fallen to the floor. That alone saved him in my opinion.”
VASSA: “Ha-Ha! Look at Jett! He’s furious! He looks like a little kid throwing a tempter tantrum in the ring right now, arguing with the speed of the ref’s count.”
JOHNSON: “That boy sure is spoiled rotten.”
VASSA: “I’m surprised he doesn’t have mommy on the apron lobbying for him. She’s more than welcome to come over here to the booth and plead his case.”
JOHNSON: “Be careful Vinny, she is in fact a lawyer.”
VASSA: “I can dig that roleplaying scenario.”
JOHNSON: “He grabbed the ropes!”
VASSA: “Ho-ly shit! Jett got lucky there because if it was anywhere else in the ring we’d have a new Pride Champion right now.”
JOHNSON: “Saved by the ropes! Look at Madison, he can’t believe it.”
VASSA: “That slip up with Jett and the ropes seems to have angered Madison.”
JOHNSON: “We haven’t really seen him get angry in the ring, he’s always been determined and focused but judging by what he just did, I would say that he’s at least a tad annoyed.”
With Madison face down to the mat, Jett then climbs onto his back and applies a sleeper variation, attempting to cut off Madison’s oxygen intake. Madison struggles for a bit before his movement slowly begin to die down. Kneeling down beside the two, the official then grabs Madison’s arm and raises it into the air. After holding it up for a few seconds, he then releases it only to have it drop down to the mat. The official then grabs Madison’s arm again and slowly raises it up only to let go and watch as it falls back to the mat. Grabbing it once more, the official then raises Madison’s arm for a third time and holds it up briefly. He then releases it and watches as it falls downward.
JOHNSON: “Jett has choked out Madi–“
JOHNSON: “Chris is getting back to his feet and he doesn’t seem to care if Jett is on his back or not.”
VASSA: “Hang on tight Jett, this may be a bumpy ride!”
Madison then kicks out but it’s too late as Jett secures a fall over him.
VASSA: “Jett ties it up! Out of nowhere he caught Madison by surprise and put him down for the three count.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a first for anyone in 4CW! No one has been able to put Chris down for the count but Jett has done it here tonight.”
VASSA: “It’s a great accomplishment on his part but if he doesn’t do it again, he won’t put a blemish on Madison’s perfect record.”
JOHNSON: “I think his main priority would be retaining the Pride Championship. Any other accomplishments after that are just icing on the cake.”
VASSA: “Who has cake? I’m hungry!”
JOHNSON: “If I didn’t know any better I would say that Jett seems more focused and determined than we’ve ever seen him before.”
VASSA: “We’re all tied up and the next fall will determine who walks out of here with the Pride Championship.”
JOHNSON: “Normally we see Jett either joking around or not taking things serious but I have to admit. I am caught by surprise at the sight of his face with no emotion, eyes dead set ahead on Chris standing across from him.”
VASSA: “I don’t know what Luiz said to him but it seems to have done the trick. Jett looks like he’s ready to take on an army right now.”
JOHNSON: “And Chris looks like he’s ready to demolish a city…”
Standing first, Jett quickly moves in to attack Madison who just now pushes himself up from one knee. Catching him from the side with a right hook, Jett connects with Madison’s shoulder. Jett then quickly spins around and takes Madison off his feet with a roundhouse kick to the head. Leaping into the air, Jett attempts to cover Madison but misses as he rolls out of the way. The two then stand at the same moment but this time, Madison charges in for a single leg takedown. Sprawling backwards, Jett locks his arm around Madison’s head but his weight just isn’t enough to keep him down. With Jett’s leg wrapped up, Madison then lifts him up and stands to his feet, holding Jett above his head, even with the headlock in tact. With his free hand, Jett then swings over Madison and hits him with multiple forearms to the top of the back. Knocking Madison off balance, Jett then turns his body and pulls the two down, driving Madison’s head into the canvas with a tornado DDT.
VASSA: “And for the third time, Jett starts the round off in control.”
JOHNSON: “It seems that Luiz did the trick, whatever it was that he said to Jett.”
JOHNSON: “And the match continues!”
VASSA: “Holy mother of god, Jett just about shocked the entire world!”
JOHNSON: “Chris didn’t even see it coming and that hurricanrana-pin combination just about ended his night.”
VASSA: “You should have paid attention Jett!”
JOHNSON: “He didn’t expect to see Chris there and his face paints that picture.”
VASSA: “I think Jett may have just pissed his pants at the sight of Madison standing behind him.”
JOHNSON: “We have a new Pride champion ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: “Madison wins it in sudden death!”
JOHNSON: “It was a long fought match between these two but Chris seals the deal with this la–“
VASSA: “Hold up, hold up…”
JOHNSON: “The official isn’t calling for the bell.”
VASSA: “he isn’t! Madison didn’t get the pin. Jett was able to get a shoulder up before the ref’s hand hit the mat for the three count.”
JOHNSON: “I stand corrected ladies and gentlemen. This match isn’t over just yet!”
VASSA: “Madison comes up short!”
JOHNSON: “Jett moved out of the line of impact!”
“One! … Two!”
JOHNSON: “Both men are down! It’s been a long match for both of them and it’s really starting to show now as both are down and barely moving.”
VASSA: “Madison must have been trying to kill Jett with that clothesline because he put himself out after that miss.”
JOHNSON: “Someone needs to do something here before this thing ends in a double count out.”
VASSA: “A double count out? Who would win the championship if we had a double count out since both men are tied at one a piece?”
JOHNSON: “In the result of a tie the championship would go to the defending champion.”
Both men begin to come to and start rolling in opposite directions. Pushing himself up first, Madison makes it to one knee.
Jett then pulls himself up using the ropes and gets to one knee.
Both still not technically up, the stay on their knees as the count continues.
Madison then stands tall, out of breath but on his own two feet. Jett also manages to pull himself up using the ropes. The official’s count then stops as the crowd pops at the sight.
VASSA: “Damn that was close but both men have made it to their feet!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know how much longer these two can go at it. It’s obvious that both of them are running on empty. Someone is going to eventually slip up and open the door for the other.”
VASSA: “The question is who. Who will be the one to walk out of here tonight with the 4CW Pride Championship?”
VASSA: “We have another kickout folks!”
JOHNSON: “Chris barely escaped a near fall after Jett executed the Jett Plane.”
VASSA: “Madison is worn down and if Jett is going to put him away he better do it right now.”
JOHNSON: “I think we’re about to see the Swag Splash.”
VASSA: “Hold on to your dicks boys!”
VASSA: “Jett eats canvas!”
JOHNSON: “This one is far from over folks!”
Jett then grabs onto the top ropes with both hands and lifts his feet up, placing them on Madison’s chest. Using all of his strength, Jett extends his legs, pushing Madison away and off the corner, flying to a hard crash on the canvas below. Rolling over and up to his feet, Madison looks up at Jett who leaps towards him, flying in his direction with another cross-body. Catching him in mid-air, Madison then drops Jett across his knee with a backbreaker. Bouncing off, Jett rolls only to then fall face first to the mat. Rolling Jett over to his back, Madison then lays across him as the official sweeps in for the count.
VASSA: “JETT JUST WON’T STAY DOWN!!!”
JOHNSON: “This is getting to the point where one of these men aren’t going to be able to leave on their own two feet after this match ends.”
VASSA: “Heh, you said men like it was plural. We all know that Jett is still a boy.”
JOHNSON: “The same can be said about you, Vinny.”
VASSA: “Oh what the fuck ever!”
With Madison down and almost out, Jett turns to the corner again and slowly limps his way towards it. After ascending to the top, Jett turns to face the ring and patiently waits as Madison slowly begins to climb to his feet. The wait is long, Madison barely has any energy to push forward but does. After a minute or so passes, Madison finally stands tall with his back to Jett. Slowly turning around to face him, Madison stands still as Jett then leaps from the top of the corner, aimed feet first towards Madison’s head. With Jett closing in, Madison quickly side steps him, avoiding Jett’s feet. Madison then slams both hands down onto Jett’s body, knocking him down to the canvas with force.
Rolling over to his stomach quickly, Jett releases a load moan as the pain races throughout his body. Madison then grabs him by the arm and slowly pulls him up to his feet. He then throws Jett to the ropes and as Jett comes back on the rebound, Madison ducks to flip him over his head. Quick on his feet, Jett rolls across the top of Madison’s back and once he lands on his feet, Jett does a backflip, planting his foot into Madison’s face before rotating in the air and landing on his stomach. Madison’s head shoots back before his feet raises off the mat and he flies across the ring, crashing onto his back.
JOHNSON: “Jett pulled that move straight out of a kung-fu movie!”
VASSA: “That was a pretty back flip kick to Madison’s face. He’s really beginning to impress me more and more with each in-ring appearance.”
JOHNSON: “The Chaos Theory!”
VASSA: “As much as these two have been through, I would be completely shocked if this didn’t end the night for Jett.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve seen folks time and time again fall victim to this move but none who have been through what Jett has tonight.”
VASSA: “Madison is going to end it right now!”
JOHNSON: “That’s it ladies and gentlemen! We have a new Pride Champion! Chris Madison has scored the final fall!”
VASSA: “Are you sure? We thought this happened once before but we were wrong.”
JOHNSON: “I may be old but these eyes aren’t playing tricks on me. I saw the official’s hand slap the mat for the three count.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion… ‘MAYHEM’ CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
VASSA: “There’s another championship now in possession of the Unstable.”
JOHNSON: “This was a long fought battle between these two. A lot of people didn’t expect this kind of fight out of Jett but he proved them all wrong. Although he doesn’t leave here tonight with the Pride Championship, he can at least leave with his head held high.”
VASSA: “We really saw a side to Jett that no one thought existed. I didn’t even think Jett had this kind of fight in him. I stand corrected.”
JOHNSON: “Although this is our main event folks, we still have one more in-ring appearance scheduled with the owner, Perry Wallace.”
VASSA: “The time has come to vacate the 4CW Championship since nothing has been heard from Dakota. I wouldn’t be surprised if that man right there, Madison, had something to do with it.”
JOHNSON: “That’s just speculation. Let Chris enjoy his victory before you start throwing accusations his way.”
VASSA: “I’m just calling it how I see it. Tonight was a big night for Unstable, even without the Tag Team Championship match falling in their favor.”
JOHNSON: “We’re going to go backstage for a few moments folks while the ring is cleared for an appearance and final words from 4CW owner, Perry Wallace.”
”En-Core! … En-Core! … En-Core! … En-Core! … En-Core!”
Sitting at the announcers booth, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa look over the crowd while talking amongst themselves. The camera then moves to a close shot of them. Pointing to the camera, Johnson then takes a drink from his glass of water before looking into and adjusting his tie.
JOHNSON: “Tonight has been outstanding!”
VASSA: “You damn right it has!”
JOHNSON: “We’ve seen a couple of title changes and a card jam packed with action from top to bottom.”
VASSA: “We’ve also see a few new and old faces walk out here onto the big stage.”
JOHNSON: “There’s a ton of things to be answered following tonight. Adrenaline is really looking primed to be a big one.”
VASSA: “I’m just stoked that we have some new champions within 4CW following tonight’s events.”
JOHNSON: “We do. Rob Hewitt is the new 4CW Fate Champion after a successful match against the defending champ, Niobe Martin. Chris Madison was able to dethrone Jett Wilder and is now our 4CW Pride Champion.”
VASSA: “Two top notch matches that will be talked about for many days to come.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget about the retaining champions, Jason Cashe and Art of W–“
VASSA: ”Who the hell is he waving at?”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know, Vinny. We saw earlier that Tommy Knox and the security from Adrenaline have been relieved of their duties.”
VASSA: ”He should have at least waited until after making this upcoming announcement before firing his security.”
JOHNSON: ”We all know why he’s coming out here. Not a single peep has been heard from Dakota Smith all night and it’s now time to vacate the 4CW Championship as promised. Whoever is behind the disappearance of Dakota wants this to happen. I don’t think they would inter–”
VASSA: ”Who are they?!”
VASSA: ”Damn, Perry isn’t fucking around. He brought about a dozen suits out here with him and these guys are pretty big. Who are they? Is that the mafia?”
JOHNSON: ”The mafia, really? Come on now, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”These dudes look serious and judging by the numbers, I’m willing to guess that they’re coming out here with Perry to offer protection as he makes this announcement of his.”
JOHNSON: ”The one giving orders to the other has a duffle bag and I can only imagine that the 4CW Championship is inside.”
VASSA: ”That or someone’s head. Wallace put a number on Cyrus’ head. You don’t bring people like this with you unless you’re trying to send a message or say something without actually saying it.”
JOHNSON: ”Wow, Vinny. I think you’ve seen one too many movies.”
VASSA: ”Messing with the bossman is serious business and Perry seems to think he’s untouchable as of late. Too bad everyone else doesn’t think so… heh.”
VASSA: ”These guys mean business. They have the ring locked down and the entrance ramp blocked. Wallace must be scared shitless if he needs this many bodies with him at ringside.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m still wondering why Knox and the others were released. Mr. Wallace never really gave a reason, at least anything that made sense to us.”
VASSA: ”Something happened. Why else would Wallace just switch up and get rid of the old help?”
JOHNSON: ”Beats me, Vinny.”
WALLACE: ”Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
WALLACE: ”I don’t want to do this but I have no other choice. If you’re watching on TV or in the building tonight, please show your face or speak up before the end of this announcement. I don’t want to do this but business is business.”
”Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta!”
VASSA: ”You hear that, Steve? The fans want Dakota! 4CW needs it’s champion!”
JOHNSON: ”We haven’t heard from him in weeks. He’s been a ghost ever since being kidnapped. Chanting his name isn’t going to bring him back. This isn’t magic.”
WALLACE: ”What the hell… Da-Ko-Ta… Da-Ko-Ta… Da-Ko-Ta…”
WALLACE: ”Who am I kidding? This isn’t like Beetlejuice. The champ isn’t going to pop in out of nowhere after all this time. I gave Dakota until the end of tonight’s show to speak or show himself and haven’t heard a peep in weeks. It’s time to move on. I said I was going to do something and I’m a man of my word. But before I get into that, I would like to talk about what happens following tonight as a result of what I will do momentarily.”
VASSA: ”If this is Riddle’s head I am going to shit. Wallace will have earned my respect.”
JOHNSON: ”Stop it, you’re being overdramatic.”
WALLACE: ”This right here, this is the biggest honor and highest ranking championship within 4CW. This was the first championship to be introduced within the ranks. This baby here has seen some great matches in her short two year life span. Never once has anyone taken out the champion, leaving her without a king. At least no one has until now.”
WALLACE: ”In order to be a champion in 4CW, no matter what championship, one must be able to defend their prize. As we all know, we’re in a bit of a predicament right now as the champion is nowhere to be found. I have my suspicions as to who is responsible and their time will come, I promise you that. As the man himself said, everything dies. The days of people thinking they can come in here and do whatever they want are coming to an end, right here, right now. Everything will die, but not this goddamn championship and sure as shit not the prestige it has of being the top championship within the wrestling world!”
WALLACE: ”We will have a champion!”
WALLACE: ”Following tonight, at Adrenaline, there will be a tournament for the 4CW Championship. There will be multiple names thrown into the mix, some older names within 4CW and others newer names. New talents signed will be given the opportunity to make a name for themselves and rise within the ranks with one goal in mind… to become the 4CW Champion.”
JOHNSON: ”You heard right folks! Starting on Adrenaline, there will be a tournament to name the next person or persons to get a shot at the 4CW Championship and become the top dog within the promotion.”
VASSA: ”A tournament… I love tournaments! It brings the best out of everyone involved. I’m already getting a hard-on just thinking about the possibilities.”
JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny.”
WALLACE: ”Who is going to be involved? Who will be given the opportunity? How many people will be given the chance? These questions and many more will be answered at the start of Adrenaline at the Cox Convention Center in Oklahoma City! This is going to bring out everyone’s best in the ring and it all starts in two weeks. 4CW will once again have a champion deserving to hold this championship that rests on my shoulder. So to everyone in the back, keep your phone lines open because I will be personally contacting individuals with the opportunity of a lifetime! I don’t care if you’re Unstable. I don’t care if you disrespect me any chance you get. When it comes to this right here on my shoulder, all personal grudges are set aside. Love me or hate me, I wouldn’t be paying you if I didn’t believe in you or the talent you possess. All the drama and bullshit, that’s good for ratings because everyone loves to see that shit!”
WALLACE: ”Just breath Perry… ”
WALLACE: ”In order to hold a championship within 4CW, one must be able to defend it on a regular basis according to the guidelines set in place for a particular championship. With all championships, they must be at least be defended at every super-card. (pause) Speaking of super-cards, I don’t mean to get off topic but I just realized that I forgot to make another announcement.”
WALLACE: ”Out next big event following tonight will be South Beach Brawl, where the big match for the 4CW Championship will take place. We’ve rapidly grown over our two year span. With this growth, opportunities have presented themselves to expand our television reach. Tonight will be the last of super-cards in 4CW. You all saw the poster revealed for our next big event. At South Beach Brawl, we will begin airing pay-per-views, giving us even more reach with our product!”
VASSA: ”Pay-Per-View… Super-Card… who gives a fuck. Get on with the big announcement!”
JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace appears to be rather nervous about the big announcement that we all know about. It isn’t going to be a surprise but for some reason, he seems a little timid to make the announcement.”
VASSA: ”If you ask me, I think he’s buying more time. Quit acting like a cheap used car salesman and get on with it already! Stop bullshitting us!”
WALLACE: ”Sorry to get off topic, folks. You know how I can be. As I was saying, every super-card and now pay-per-view, every championship must be defended according to the outlines. Tonight, we did not have a match for the 4CW Championship. Our champion is still nowhere to be found. Without a championship match, without a champion, I’m forced to make a managerial decision that pains me. The last thing I want to do is stand here and do what I’m about to do, but I have no other choice. Dakota Smith has been given weeks to show his face and claim what is his. I said weeks ago at Adrenaline that if he did not by the end of this event, I would be forced to strip him of his championship. Well… that time has now come. With that said…”
WALLACE: ”Since we don’t have a champion and we didn’t have a championship match tonight, I am forced to vac–”
WALLACE: ”What the fuck?!”
JOHNSON: ”It appears that we’re having some technical difficulties ladies and gentlemen.”
VASSA: ”Darkness! Hold me, Steve, I’m scared!”
JOHNSON: ”Get off of me Vinny!”
WALLACE: ”What’s the big idea here?! Security, get ready!”
VASSA: ”Get ready for what? It’s pitch black in here.”
WALLACE: ”On your toes guys! They’re coming for me!”
JOHNSON: ”Who is coming? I can’t see a thing in here!”
VASSA: ”Wallace is scared! Listen to him!”
JOHNSON: ”And you aren’t? You’re holding me right now squeezing the life out of me.”
VASSA: ”AM NOT!!!”
WALLACE: ”You think this is funny? Turn the goddamn lights on!”
VASSA: ”Uh… I… Steve just fell on the floor and I was picking him up and placing him back in his seat.”
JOHNSON: ”Get off of me, Vinny!”
VASSA: ”I’m sorry, Steve. I don’t know what got in–”
JOHNSON: ”HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!”
VASSA: ”It’s Dakota! Dakota is hanging in the middle of the ring!”
JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!! Someone do something!”
VASSA: ”Who is that standing beside Dakota’s body?!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s Erron Wilder! He just recently signed with 4CW!”
VASSA: ”Well then what is he doing with Dakota’s corpse?”
JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace has no idea what’s behind him!”
VASSA: ”Get out of the ring Wallace! Run!”
JOHNSON: ”He wasn’t expecting to see that.”
VASSA: ”None of us were. Get the fuck out of the ring Wallace before it’s too late!”
JOHNSON: ”Why isn’t anyone in the ring to help Dakota down?!”
VASSA: ”Help with what? I think it’s too late for Dakota.”
WALLACE: ”Erron… what the fuck?! You were supposed to bring me Riddle’s broken and battered body. I didn’t pay you to hang Dakota! What the fuck is going on here?!”
WILDER: ”Lighten up, Wallace. I’m just as surprised as you and everyone else that your little ‘Beetlejuice’ conjuring trick actually fucking worked!”
WILDER: ”But seriously, in the midst of all this prattle and promotional shit you like to throw around, I know you REALLY wanted ‘The Butcher’ Dakota Smith back. He may be a little bloodied and unrecognizable with the neck snapping sideways, but it’s safe to say that now you’ve got your reigning and defending Champion back in one piece.”
WALLACE: ”Can’t defend when you bring a corpse to the goddamn building.Let’s get him down from there!”
WALLACE: ”WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”
VASSA: ”Holy shit Dakota is alive!”
JOHNSON: ”How can that be? What in the world is happening right now?”
VASSA: ”This is some shit straight out of a horror movie, Steve.”
JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe my eyes. Dakota’s awake!”
VASSA: ”Wallace better check his underwear because I wouldn’t be surprised if he shit right there in the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Is that… who… someone is up in the rafters!”
VASSA: ”Who is it?! We have a third person in the mix!”
JOHNSON: ”Is that a knife?”
VASSA: ”I can verify that it is, Steve. I’ve been in a knife fight or two in my day.”
JOHNSON: ”What are they doing?!”
VASSA: ”Dakota’s down but this doesn’t look good.”
JOHNSON: ”And just like that, the mysterious figure above has vanished.”
VASSA: ”What’s Wallace doing?!”
JOHNSON: ”Stand back Perry!”
VASSA: ”I wouldn’t get too close to Dakota if I were you.”
JOHNSON: ”Someone has to help and those two are the only one’s in the ring.”
VASSA: ”Erron isn’t doing this all by himself. There’s someone else helping with this but the question is who. Who else is working with Erron in bringing Dakota back to 4CW?”
JOHNSON: ”It could be anyone. It could even be–”
VASSA: ”Don’t fucking say it! Don’t even think it. He crushed Wallace’s head with a chair.”
JOHNSON: ”I am going to say it. It could very well be Cyrus that was up there cutting the rope loose.”
VASSA: ”But he’s Unstable and has already proven where he stands by putting the bossman down.”
WALLACE: ”Stand down!”
WALLACE: ”Come on you son of a bitch, wake up!”
SMITH: ”Did all of you… fucking maggots think you had seen the last of me? That my era of violence was going to end before it had even began? If that’s the case then I have some rather depressing news for you.”
SMITH: I’M FUCKING BACK! Jason Cashe…. Unstable…. Honestly I could not give two fucks about you. What you did? Why boys…. All it did was awaken a monster in me that I had thought died a long…long time ago. This is my company maggots and I’m here to reign fucking supreme. Your god of violence has returned! Cashe can parade himself around with that glorified cock ring of a championship thinking that he’s proving some sort of point, but the facts are you only have that because you failed…. You failed to obtain what I now hold in my very hand. You’re a failure champ – and that’s all I really have to say about you.”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota just said that it was Unstable who kidnapped him!”
VASSA: ”Was there ever any doubt?!”
JOHNSON: ”Some. Aidan Carlisle was a suspect. Heck, even the boss himself, Mr. Wallace was a suspect. The truth finally comes out!”
VASSA: ”I knew it all along! I knew that only Unstable had enough balls to kidnap The Butcher!”
JOHNSON: ”Look at Perry! This is news to him and by the looks of it, it’s music to his ears!”
WALLACE: ”Let me get this right…”
WALLACE: ”So it was Unstable who had tied you up and drove off with you that night at Adren–”
SMITH: ”I’LL KILL THEM ALL MYSELF!!!”
WALLACE: ”Is that so?”
WALLACE: ”Hold up, hold up now. I understand your frustrations, Dakota. I understand that you must be furious right now but let me tell you this. I am not the one to be angry at. I am not the one who attacked you in the aisle and tied you up. I am not the one who loaded you into that van and drove off with you. And I am not the one who took the 4CW Championship away from you.”
SMITH: ”No… No you weren’t, It was those Unstable fucks!”
SMITH: ”These moronic, fucking wastes of flesh walking around here like they are the god damn kings and queens of this ring. WELL NEWS TO YOU MAGGOTS, I’M THE ONLY GOD THAT WALKS AMONG YOU!…. But I will give you some credit, I mean you all did what no one else on the roster could do. And that was keep me down – because I’m no liar! I will admit that I have been beat down before. But what you vermin did was beyond a beat down. I guess you could say you gave me a taste of my own medicine…. And I’d like to thank you for that…. BECAUSE I LIKED IT! I REALLY! REALLY! LIKED IT!
All of that pain and punishment, the bleeding and suffering. Oh it was was straight up fantastic. I got to live the life of one of my very own victims and honestly that just leads me to believe that I am still on the right path. But here I am still standing… Jason…Niobe…Chris….Hell, even fucking you, Cyrus… There’s nothing more that you could do to me. You played your cards and failed – now you all better get ready for what I have in store for you. The things that you all are about to endure within the coming months will make you question your choices… For the first time I’m sure in all of your lives – you will feel regret. But that will still fail to compare what you all will feel when I have my cock buried so deep in your throat that I’ll have stomach acid burns on the tip. You wanted a war? Well I’m here to give you a fucking massacre.”
SMITH: ”I got what is rightfully mine and now it’s time to take everything important away from them. Your God of Violence has returned and you will all die at my feet.”
WALLACE: ”Wait a second…”
WALLACE: ”There is one little thing. Although you do have what is rightfully yours, you can’t just walk out of here tonight without defending it, the 4CW Championship.”
WALLACE: ”As much as I hate to say it, yes, it is so. The 4CW Championship is to be defended at every major 4CW event and this, Winter Wasteland, is in fact a major event. I do understand that you have been out of the picture for quite some time now and an opponent has not been named for you to even defend the championship against.”
WALLACE: ”Wait a second, calm down big fella! You don’t need to do this. I’m a reasonable man! Hear me out, please. Don’t hurt me.”
WALLACE: ”Thank you so much. I have a solution,”
WALLACE: ”Now, I don’t have an official on standby. We just wrapped things up with our main event and the officials have all been relieved of their duties tonight. So right here, right now, I am officially making you a 4CW official for the remainder of the evening.”
JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace just named Erron Wilder as an official. What is he doing?”
VASSA: ”What do you mean what is he doing? He just did it.”
JOHNSON: ”There isn’t a challenger so why would he name Erron an official?”
WALLACE: ”And I am hereby naming myself as the challenger!”
WALLACE: ”Ring the goddamn bell!”
VASSA: ”Is this really happening right now?”
JOHNSON: ”It is, Vinny. Mr. Wallace is challenging Dakota for the 4CW Championship so he doesn’t have to vacate the belt.”
VASSA: ”But why? He can’t do that!”
JOHNSON: ”He owns 4CW, he can in fact do this.”
VASSA: ”But why is he doing this?!”
JOHNSON: ”Unstable couldn’t finish the job so maybe he’s trying to prove that he can do what they couldn’t.”
VASSA: ”This is suicide!”
JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace is down! The boss is down!”
VASSA: ”Holy fuck that was awesome!”
VASSA: ”Dakota wins!”
JOHNSON: ”Did you seriously expect a different outcome?”
VASSA: ”I thought there would be a little more fight to be honest.”
JOHNSON: ”What is that? Do you hear that, Vinny?”
VASSA: ”I think I do. It sounds like laughter.”
JOHNSON: ”Who’s laughing though? Dakota and Erron both have on straight faces.”
VASSA: ”What the hell?!”
JOHNSON: ”It was Perry’s laughter we heard.”
VASSA: ”You should have stayed down Wallace!”
JOHNSON: ”Get out of the ring Perry!”
VASSA: ”Boy do they look pissed!”
WALLACE: ”It’s going to take more than that to keep me down you son of a bitch!”
WALLACE: ”Got ya!”
JOHNSON: ”What in the world?”
VASSA: ”Got ya? What the hell does that supposed to mean?”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know Vinny but Dakota has stepped down, leaving Mr. Wallace in the corner without laying him out.”
WALLACE: ”You knew this day was coming. You knew that Dakota would soon return to claim what is rightfully his. You goddamn knew this Unstable!”
WALLACE: ”Cyrus… oooohhhhhhhh Cyrus… You didn’t seriously think that I would stand down and do nothing after you took that steel chair to my head, did you?”
WALLACE: ”It was the chair shot heard ‘round the world, the moment that family turned on family for the sake of false brotherhood. I have to admit, it did sting a little, before and after everything finally came to realization and the dust had settled. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to be able to come at you alone. I hired help for protection and time after time, they failed me. Or did they? Maybe they were just something to keep you occupied. You figure it out. So then we introduce Erron Wilder, this man standing here to my left.”
WALLACE: ”A bounty on your head brought people from all over wanting to collect. There was only one man I saw fit to carry out my wishes and it was in fact Mr. Wilder. But you see, this is where things get tricky. This is where I knew I had to create a distraction. You see, while you were ‘hiding’, or whatever it is you Unstable trash did after the word was put out, after the hit had been ordered, I contracted Erron for the real mission. And that mission was to find Dakota. With you guys looking over your shoulders, Erron was able to locate and release Dakota from the prison you locked him away in. Guess what. Now both of them stand behind me now and the war on Unstable is only getting started.”
WALLACE: ”It isn’t going to begin tonight. I will let you celebrate the evening and stress over the next two weeks, if it even lasts that long. Come Adrenaline in two weeks, prepare for war. People are coming out of the wood work to unite against Unstable. But here we stand. Cyrus! Prepare to meet your maker and answer for the crimes you have committed against your ‘brother’, Dakota. And to the rest of you Unstable filthy pieces of shit… count your blessings. You wanted to bring a war to my doorstep well here I am with an army behind me. We may not have the numbers, but one individual possesses the highest championship in 4CW. Both of these men have a thirst for blood and the blood that you all shed. I was patient. I may have talked a big game before but in the end I was patient because I knew this night would come. I just hope you’re all ready for the carnage and chaos that follows.
And for those wondering about the tournament that I had mentioned earlier. There will still be a tournament. You can bet your sweet ass on that. Since we don’t have a qualified individual to step up and challenge The Butcher, the number one contender will be named as the result of this tournament. When we head to Miami in April for South Beach Brawl, the winner of the tournament will face the 4CW Champion, Dakota fucking Smith. Don’t be scared Unstable. My phone line is always open and if you want to take a chance at meeting the Devil himself at South Beach Brawl then you know how to reach me. I will not discriminate just because of the banner you fly. I will gladly set you up for failure and allow you to sign your death certificate.
This is what you wanted. Well here’s your chance to come and get it. No one is safe… not even you, Frankie.”
WILDER: “As Machiavelli once said, ‘If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.’ So if you’re going to hurt someone, you Unstable fucks—you have got do it right.”
WILDER: “You’ve got to rend their jugular out with your snapping finger nails so they wouldn’t be able to say your name again. You’ve got to pluck their teary eyes out from their optic nerve so they wouldn’t recognize your face wherever you may be. And if that isn’t suffice to your sick humor, you stomp their brains into pulpy, bloody mass so they have no ability for vivid recall of what you did to them. Because if you create diligent torture and don’t pummel them out of fuckin’ existence when you have the opportunity, reckoning times happen that make you wish you had. You end paying with everything you have and everything you’re ever gonn’a fuckin’ have.”
WILDER: “Doesn’t matter how ‘troubled’ you are, how ‘distinguished’ you’ve been, how many ‘nightmares’ you’ve brought or how much ‘mayhem’ you’ve caused—your little posse hijinks are going to leave you drowning in deep shit after what you did. You see, shouldn’t have allowed Dakota with a wisp of breath, or Perry to walk out after that resounding chair shot heard ‘round the world. You shouldn’t have put two of the most powerful figures in the 4CW brand together in the same page, writing your own fucking fall from grace with your blood, sweat and tears. And it only gets worse for you from now on that I intend to collect on Cyrus Riddle’s head.”
WILDER: “Oh, Cyrus Cyrus Cyrus CYRUS… There is no defense mechanism in your body ready for the blight I’m about to bring over your fuckin’ existence. Money won’t be the only currency to which I’ll be getting paid for dismantling you into shreds—your blood, too!”
SMITH: ”You all heard the man… I stand on top of the mountain looking down at all you maggots in the back and I just have to wonder one thing…. Are you really prepared to dance with the devil? Are you ready to go toe to toe with the last real serial killer of professional wrestling? ARE YOU READY TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF DAKOTA SMITH? I don’t care who wins this little tournament Perry has in store. Because all of you think that facing me is some sort of prize… But getting a shot at my championship is no prize… It’s guaranteed suicide.
So climb up the mountain, walk the crimson path, and when you reach the top and paradise is just inches away from your lips. I just want you to remember two words. Everything Dies.”
VASSA: “He’s back! The 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith is back!”
JOHNSON: “He’s not alone either.”
VASSA: “I can’t wait until Adrenaline in two weeks! This is going to be a war and I’m going to sit right here and call every single play along the way!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope we don’t become a casualty in this upcoming war.”
VASSA: “I don’t know about you but I’m not going to be. I’ll throw you to the wolves just to save my own ass.”
JOHNSON: “That doesn’t surprise me one bit.”
VASSA: “It shouldn’t!”
JOHNSON: “Well that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head to Oklahoma for Adrenaline!”
VASSA: “Heading back to our home turf! This is going to be a joyful homecoming.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been my pleasure everyone. For myself and 4CW, I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night folks!”
“Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta!”
Dakota then climbs the corner and raises the 4CW Championship above his head with one hand, holding it high for everyone to see. The camera then zooms in on his face as he cuts his eyes towards it, losing himself in all of the eyes watching. The picture then begins slowly fading to black as the chant it still heard, slowly dying down to nothing but silence.
“Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko-Ta! … Da-Ko….”