4CW 004

4CW 004

The scene opens over the Hofheinz Pavilion with a nice crowd. Mike Powers keeps them entertained with some music as Vinny Vassa and Steve Johnson get this show started.

JOHNSON: ”Hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m Steve Johnson and this beautiful man beside me is no one other than Vinny Vassa.”
VASSA: ”We’d like to welcome you to another edition of 4CW.”
JOHNSON: ”We have a good turnout of about nineteen hundred people in attendance and tonight will be the last event of an old era as 4CW steps into a new era!”
VASSA: ”As we’ve all heard earlier this week, 4CW has signed an exclusive network deal with HBO Sports. We will now be air on the television and not just online for streaming. A new era is indeed upon us.”
JOHNSON: ”Enough with the business side of things, lets focus on the show as it will forever be a staple in 4CW history as we crown the first ever South-West Heavyweight champion.”
VASSA: ”For a few weeks now we’ve all witnessed the tournament as the number of competitors grew smaller and smaller. Now here we are tonight where Jason Kash and Owen Moon will face off tonight inside of a cage with the title hanging over the ring with only one way to get it…”
JOHNSON: ”And that would be to climb the ladder and grab it!”
VASSA: ”That’s right, folks! This isn’t just a cage match but it is in fact a caged ladder match!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny. You’re getting too excited and we haven’t even had our first match of the night.”
JOHNSON: ”We have a lot more great matches in the lineup leading to this main event. We also have quite a few new faces debuting in 4CW for the first time.”
VASSA: ”This is a huge night for us and the talent is starting to realize that 4CW is the spot to be.”
JOHNSON: ”Are you ready to get started?”


VASSA: ”We’re about to officially get underway here at the fourth episode of 4 Corners Wrestling!”
JOHNSON: ”Our opening bout puts Nikki X against 4CW newcomer, Miss Michele.”
VASSA: ”Nothing like a good old fashion cat fight to start off this show!”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening bout! First, coming to the ring by way of Houston, Texas…”
The fans let out a small roar for their hometown talent.

POWERS: ”Weighing in at 119 pounds, The Most Hated Bitch, NIKKI X!”
Her music hits and she walks out onto the stage with her hoodie down covering her face. Then her manager/bodyguard Sabre comes up behind her as she takes off the hoodie and then runs down to the ring. Sabre follows her by walking as she gets in the ring. He stands on the outside but watches closely.

VASSA: ”A nice little ovation for Nikki X.”
JOHNSON: ”With the hometown crowd in her corner it’s going to make Miss Michele’s 4CW debut especially difficult.”
POWERS: ”And her opponent, weighing in at 130 pounds, by way of Boston, Massachusetts, The Self Proclaimed First Lady of 4CW, MISS MICHELE!!!“
In a very preppy and upbeat tone, “Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful” is shouted over the p.a. system before the infamous “Queen of the Reich” by Queensryche plays over the sound system. The fans immediately stand to their feet and begin cheering as Miss Michelle’s newly designed entrance video plays on the razortron. Miss Michelle walks out from the back and she kicks her right leg up as she slides her hands through her dark reddish hair. She shakes her head and starts strutting down the ramp as she’s saying, “it’s time to get back what is my.” Miss Michelle makes her way over to the ring apron and lifts herself up using the ropes. She kicks her feet against the apron and flips her hair back before diving under the third rope entering the ring, but pausing over the second. She wiggles her ass as she briefly closes her eyes and licks her lips. She steps over the second rope and jots over to the far corner, climbing to the second rope, and blowing a kiss to the cheering crowd before hopping off the second rope. She turns around and stares up at the entrance ramp as she glares at the curtains. Her theme comes to an end as the fans continue to cheer, but Miss Michelle is slightly stretching her arms against the ropes as she waits for her opponent.

VASSA: ”These two ladies look anxious to get things underway.”
JOHNSON: ”And their men on the outside are just as fired up. Sabre and Mark Brooks seem to be jawing off with one another from opposite sides of the ring.“
VASSA: ”It’s all about morally supporting your woman…”
JOHNSON: ”Says the guy who’s been divorced how many times?
VASSA: ”Low blow Stevie…”
The official calls for the opening bell to signify the start of the match.
The women start by circling around one another, each eyeing up an opening. Neither lady was successful despite a few poor attempts to shoot amateur style takedowns. Nikki X stands flat foot in the middle of the ring and hoists one arm into the air, issuing a challenge of strength. Miss Michele doesn’t seem so sure and looks back at Mark Brooks who encourages her on. Before she could even get an arm up Nikki kicks her in the guy, doubling her over. Nikki grabs ahold of Miss Michele with a side headlock and wrenches on her neck. Miss Michele drives Nikki X into the ropes. She pushes her off, sending Nikki across the ring. Before she could get too far Miss Michele grabs two handfuls of her jet black hair and pulls her backwards back first onto her knee.
Michele looks around the ring before taking a few steps backwards. She charges her downed opponent and flops onto her with a running senton. She lifts her Nikki up to her feet. Nikki crosses her right arm around her midsection in pain. Michele grabs another two handfuls of hair and flips her down to the mat with a snap mare takedown. Nikki X is sitting upright, dazed and confused. Michele runs and flips over her opponent, snapping her head down with a modified neck breaker. Miss Michele covers Nikki and the ref slides into position for the count.
Nikki X barely gets a shoulder off the mat.

VASSA: ”She almost snapped Nikki’s head right off her shoulders.”
JOHNSON: ”Seems physically unlikely but that was a hell of a move nonetheless.”
Michele grabs Nikki by her hair again and releases her frustrations of the close pinfall by repetitively slamming her head against the canvass. The ref warns her and utilizes his five count, making it to four before Michele lets go of Nikki’s hair. Michele helps Nikki to her feet and grabs her with a side headlock of her own. Michele backs herself into the corner and comes charging out, planting her headfirst with a running bulldog. Michele pops up and steps away. She then precedes by doing a cartwheel in the ring, coming down with a leg across Nikki X’s throat!
Michele turns her attention to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. She looks down at Nikki as if she was measuring her up for a high risk move. Sabre made his way around the ring near where Miss Michele is perched up. Michele turns her attention to Sabre and dives off to the outside, taking Sabre out with a diving cross body! Michele quickly slides into the ring and slams Nikki down to the mat as she rose to her feet with a running STO! She stalks her opponent as Nikki X crawls into the corner, resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Michele seizes the opportunity to nail a bronco buster!

JOHNSON: ”Miss Michele has been in full control of this match.”
VASSA: ”What I would give to to switch places with Nikki X right at this moment…”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you’re alone there partner…”
Michele climbs off her opponent and throws her down to the mat. She then climbs the ropes and stands idly on the second rope. Nikki X begins to stir and Miss Michele pays closer attention to her opponent. Nikki stands up and turns towards Miss Michele. Michele leaps off the ropes, grabs Nikki with a front face lock while twisting her body through the air, spiking her down with her Seeing Stars version of the tornado DDT. Miss Michele lets out a roar as she could feel the end was nearing. Nikki crawled to the ropes and pulled herself up. She turned around and stumbled towards the middle of the ring. Miss Michele knocks Nikki out cold with her Singing Chel-legram head kick. She falls down onto Nikki and lackadaisically hooks the leg.

VASSA: ”Wow. Nikki X is not moving at all!
JOHNSON: ”That head kick was vicious. We’re going to need some paramedics down here to take a look at Nikki X.”
VASSA: ”Well the self proclaimed first lady of 4CW definitely presented a legitimate claim to the nickname.”
JOHNSON: ”With all of the women we have here in 4CW Miss Michele looks like a serious threat to be dealt with…”
”Queen of the Reich” by Queensryche blares over the PA system as medical staff runs to the ring to check on Nikki X who is finally starting to stir around.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… MISS MICHELE!!!”
Mark Brooks raises Miss Michele’s hand in the air as Mike Powers makes the official call. The two climb out of the ring as Sabre slides in to check on Nikki X. Pleased with her showing, Miss Michele skips to the backstage arm in arm with Mark Brooks.

The scene cuts backstage where Perry Wallace and Frankie Morrison are sitting in an office looking over a few documents. The two seem pleased with what they are looking at as they discuss as if the camera isn’t even there.

WALLACE: ”So, this is it.”
MORRISON: ”It appears so. The television deal is official and now the list of available venues have been released to us.”
WALLACE: ”I’m just glad that HBO decided to let us stick with our south-western territory.”
MORRISON: ”Me too. We cover eight states and here’s the list of venues for each one of them. This is a beautiful thing.”
WALLACE: ”It is, very beautiful. I love these venues they have chosen. I think this is going to set us apart from the ordinary and put us in a category of our own.”
MORRISON: ”We have the talent. We have the financial backing. Now, we have the network backing… Things can only get better from here on out.”
WALLACE: ”Most definitely, sir.”
Wallace looks down at his watch as his eyes widen.

WALLACE: ”Damnit, I just remember that I have an interview coming up with a potential talent interviewer. Do you want me to handle this, or you?”
MORRISON: ”Lets interview the interviewer together.”
WALLACE: ”I like the sounds of that, lets go.”
Perry and Frankie leave the room as Perry grabs the folder of documents, not leaving anything behind for prying eyes. The two walk away from the office as the scene goes back to ringside.


POWERS: ”Our first competitor comes to you out of Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred, twenty eight pounds and standing six feet, four inches… A Forgotten SSOOOUUUULLLLL!!!”
“I do this fo’ real… I’m the real deal
I get it in fo’ real… I’m the real deal
It’s bout 3 in da mornin’ I’m countin’ money still…
Er’day I wake up I’m closer to the mil…”
“Real Deal” blasts the speaker system as this figure dressed in all black, trench coat worn falls to the angle line of the unknown character. He collects himself with a smirk toward the roaring crowd as he guides himself down the entrance ramp. The music dampens a bit as the ring announcer announces to the crowd: “A Forgotten Soul”. Soul climbs onto the ring, grapping ahold of the ropes and crossing over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, taking his trench coat off and handing it to the referee. He gives a mean like snare toward the crowd, flicking his all black sunglasses lower and then motions his arms over his throat.

VASSA: ”Here is another new face to the 4CW talent pool.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know much about him but I guess we’re about to learn a thing or two tonight.”
VASSA: ”It looks like he’s ready, I think Powers is ready to introduce the opponent.”
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to you out of Prospect, Connecticut… weighing in at two hundred, seven pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches… He is the Red PIONEER!!!”
“Save Me” by Damageplan blasts out through the arena as the lights all dim. The Red Pioneer comes bolting out from the back, charging toward the ring, where he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He runs over to the far corner and leaps up onto the second turnbuckle where he crosses his arms and nods at the crowd who is roaring their approval for him before dropping back to the mat and stretching before the match starts.

JOHNSON: ”I’m not too familiar with the masked man…”
VASSA: ”He’s just another new “face”, if you will… I’m eager to see what he brings to the table because he shows a lot of charisma.”
JOHNSON: ”Well it look like the ref is ready to get this match started as he signals for the bell. Lets go!”
VASSA: ”Woo-hoo!!!”
The Red Pioneer wastes no time and runs towards Soul who isn’t ready for the attack. Pioneer attacks with numerous shin kicks that Soul just can’t manage to block. Pioneer then jumps in the air and connects with a spinning roundhouse kick to the chops and sends Soul to the corner. Pioneer then follows up with an assault of overhand n backhand and knife-edge chops. Soul tries to guard against them but comes up short. Pioneer then draws back and delivers one huge open handed chop across Soul’s chest that echoes throughout the building.

JOHNSON: ”Forgotten Soul looks to be having a hard time fending against the Red Pioneer.”
VASSA: ”This guy is fast and his mask is awesome! That’s all I have to say, awesome! I love the mask!”
Pioneer then kicks the shins a little more before hitting Soul with a standing dropkick and knocking him against the hard turnbuckle. Pioneer pops back up and then flips Soul to the center of the ring with a body slam. Pioneer then ascends the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle. Pioneer leaps into the air and flips, when he comes down he connects with a huge leg drop across Soul’s throat.

VASSA: ”This one isn’t going to last much longer if it continues at this pace.”
JOHNSON: ”If there’s one way to make a good first impression in 4CW, it’s to do it in your debut match and so far, the Red Pioneer is making a great first impression with me.”
Pioneer jumps up and quickly pulls Soul to his feet. Pioneer hooks his arm around Soul’s head and then hooks his other arm behind Soul’s back, grabbing Soul’s wrist and holding his arm behind him. Pioneer then lifts Soul into the air in a cradle position and flips him over, planting his head into the mat with a cradle hammerlock DDT.

JOHNSON: ”I did and if I’m correct, that would be his finisher known as The Unmasking.”
VASSA: ”That was awesome!!!”
Pioneer quickly covers Soul for the pin as the ref drops down and counts.

JOHNSON: ”The Red Pioneer has won it.”
VASSA: ”That has to be a record for time…”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve had some quick ones but this may in fact be the quickest. I’ll have to look into that…”
VASSA: ”This guy looks like he means business and he made a statement tonight. This man is going to be a force to be reckoned with.”
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall… The Red PIONNNNEEEEEEEEEERRR!!!!”
“Save Me” by Damageplan begins to play over the speakers as the ref raises Pioneer’s hand in victory.

JOHNSON: ”This was a fast one and I’m sure we’ll see nothing but great things from this new face to 4CW in the future.”
VASSA: ”What face?”
JOHNSON: ”You know what I meant, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”Lets go backstage for a moment as they clear the ring for our next match.”

Backstage Jason Kash and Tidus Howe are seen prepping themselves for Kash’s upcoming Caged Ladder Match for the South Western Heavyweight Championship. Pacing in the locker room, Kash has his ring gear on, has his hands taped up with his head down as Tidus Howe gives him words of motivation. Not that he needed it.

HOWE: “This is all you, your night, your time to shine once again! Tonight you become a Champion! That belt is yours to unhook from that wire hanging from the ceiling. Not Owen Moon. Who is he coming into this sport to take you on and beat you? He can’t, this is you and only you taking the W. You’ve got this!!”
A knock at the door stops his hype. He turns and heads to the locker room door expecting to see maybe Dobbs or Raab stopping by after their match. Kash lifts his head as the door opens and his eyes light up. A smile creeps across his face as an old friend welcomes himself into the room.

KASH: “Hartman! Gabriel Hartman, how the hell are ya!?”
The two old friends shake hands. Kash’s former News guy. He was at one time the only guy that Kash would cut an interview with, something even today doesn’t really happen often. The surprise was pleasant.

HARTMAN: “I’m here for a job interview actually! Mr. Morrison and Mr. Wallace invited me here to see about becoming the Interviewer for 4CW as it moves into a TV Deal with HBO. I knew you were on the roster so I couldn’t turn down the proposal.”
Looking past Hartman, Kash can see that Tidus Howe has yet to be introduced. He quickly fixes that issue.

KASH: “My bad, Hartman this is Tidus Howe. The man who has my career path in order, the one who is pulling all the strings. Howe this is Gabriel Hartman. The very best Historian of my career and this business I’ve come across.”
The two shake hands and Tidus Howe steps back and allows the two old friends continue to catch up on things.

HARTMAN: “So..You ready for tonight? Must be excited!”
KASH: “I want to be out there right now man, you have NO idea! That belt is going to be raised high as I stand on top of that ladder for the world to see!! RRRAAAAHH I can’t wait!!”
Hartman raises his eyebrows as if surprised by something and Kash catches on and reacts.

KASH: “Whats up? You think Moon has a shot at this? Think I’m overlooking the Rookie?”
Hartman shrugs almost unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. This irked Kash and his blood got back to boiling.

KASH: “Look man…He’s talented, nobody is doubting that. His future could be lined with reigns but this reign, this win is MINE. Look at it this way, the other day Phillip Seymour Hoffman overdosed. DIED with a needle in his arm. People will feel sorry for him, praise what he has done and for good reason, he was a good actor. Not a big star but did his thing. At the end of the day his addiction secret or known consumed him. Now you ask yourself this…All the time you’ve known me, I’ve been expressing how if things consume you then they run shit. I control my addiction because it comes only when I’m booked for a match. In this match I have free reign to hurt this man, take his ass to school and by bell sound at the end of the match I PROMISE that he will have graduated but he will NOT be Head of the Class…I will WITH the South Western Championship draped over my shoulder..”
Tidus Howe starts clapping, loving the fight in his client. Appreciating the stature of what he knows is the truth, what he believes will happen by nights end. Gabriel Hartman nods not wanting to give too much argument.

HARTMAN: “Well I wish you luck my friend! I’d love to see you with a Championship belt around your waist once again. That would be good times for a bright Promotion heading into the future. I have to get to that meeting with Morrison so I won’t keep you. Be safe tonight alright?”
Instead of a response from Kash, Tidus Howe speaks up.

HOWE: “Safe goes out the window when the cage locks shut. You have yourself a good day Mr. Hartman…”
Feeling awkward Gabriel Hartman leaves the locker room in a hurry. Howe pats Kash on the back shoulder as Kash shadow boxes and throws a snapping elbow to the empty space in front of his as the cameras jump back to ringside.


JOHNSON: ”We’re back at ringside ladies and gentlemen and Lincoln Cutler has already made his way to the ring.”
VASSA: ”This dude is a veteran and knows his way around the ring. It’s going to be interesting seeing how he fairs again Young Mannie tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Young Mannie has been the recent buzz around the social media outlets as his signing to 4CW has become a big deal. This guy carries a lot of attention from everyone watching and is a true asset to have on the 4CW roster.”
VASSA: ”I’ve been pumped to see him in action ever since I heard that we officially signed him. “The Main Attraction” is what he calls himself, what lots of people refer to him as. Lets see just how much of an attraction he is here in 4CW. Take it away Mike Powers!”
The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the arena, building anticipation as Mannie and his posse emerge to a wave of boos.

POWERS: ”On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred, twenty-five pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ “YOUNG” MANNIE!”
Mannie and Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain; Mannie and Jacinta are being escorted down the ramp, while being inside of an Old-School Electric Motorized Cart. Next the stage lights die down; as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate. Right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta step out the cart, as he then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit as the music dies down.

VASSA: ”Just look at this grand entrance. Good thing we just signed that exclusive deal with HBO Sports. This is exactly the type of stuff a huge network wants to see.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Vinny. I for one am all about seeing the action in the ring. I could care less about the theatrics.”
VASSA: ”Some people say cucumber taste better pickle.”
JOHNSON: ”What?”
VASSA: ”Yea… Well, it looks like we’re ready to start this match off as Young Mannie makes his 4CW debut.”
Young Mannie and Cutler both walk to the center of the ring towards each other as the ref signals for the bell.
Mannie shows off a bit, taunting Cutler as the fans eat it up. In the middle of a hand stand, Mannie springs up and catches Cutler in the jaw with his two feet and catapults his body into the air. Mannie pops to his feet as he chuckles for a moment before moving in on the fallen Cutler.

JOHNSON: ”Now, that is some serious athleticism.”
VASSA: ”That was a cheap shot if you ask me.”
Cutler quickly gets up but is met by Mannie with a series of palm strikes. He backs Cutler into the corner and then gives him a few knee strikes before following up with an elbow strike to the nose. Cutler’s head slings back and then Mannie pulls him away from the corner and scoops him up, slamming him back into the turnbuckle with a scoop slam. Cutler bounces off and falls on his head as Mannie struts backwards to the center of the ring and shows off.

VASSA: ”Young Mannie sure does like to showboat.”
JOHNSON: ”He is known as “The Main Attraction” and I think we’re finding out now exactly what that means.”
Cutler manages to get back up as Mannie continues to keep his distance, taunting him. Once Cutler gets up, Mannie runs at him and nails him with a running lariat. Cutler gets back up and Mannie hits him with another running lariat. Cutler gets up for a third time and Mannie runs at him going for another running lariat. Cutler manages to duck and Mannie runs to the ropes behind him. Bouncing off, Mannie comes back off the ropes and leaps towards Cutler and slams his face into the mat with a running bulldog. Cutler quickly pops back up only to catch a series of European uppercuts to the chops by Mannie as he backs him into the corner again.

JOHNSON: ”Although he does showboat a lot, he is quick and lethal with his attacks.”
VASSA: ”I know a lot of people tend to not like him or his attitude but I think I can really dig this guy.”
Mannie attacks Cutler with MMA style punches and kicks until the ref comes and tries to separate the two. Mannie refuses to stop until the ref wraps his arms around him and drives him to the opposite side of the ring. On the outside, Jacinta climbs the apron. Cutler takes a few steps away from the corner as Jacinta notices and enters the ring. She sneaks up behind Cutler and delivers a huge low blow from behind. Cutler falls to his knees as Jacinta rolls out of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”That came out of nowhere!”
The ref finally steps away from Mannie. Cutler is still on his knees in the corner holding his family jewels in pain. Mannie laughs a bit and then struts towards him and knees him in the face. Mannie then pulls Cutler by the hair and lifts his to his feet and hooks his arm and head and lifts him vertically into the air. Mannie holds him for a moment and then drops him, catches Cutler on the way down and plants him into the mat with a belly to belly piledriver.

JOHNSON: ”That ladies and gentlemen was the D.B.M., Death by Mannie.”
VASSA: ”This one has gotten ugly.”
Mannie covers Cutler and makes the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

VASSA: ”This one is now over!”
JOHNSON: ”This was a short debut for Young Mannie but I think he made his point and set the tone early.”
POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall… “YOUNG” MMAANNNNIIEE!!!”
Mannie pops up to his feet as his music plays over the speakers. The ref raises his arm in victory as his posse enters the ring and celebrates with him, showing no respect towards the fallen Cutler. ‘The Main Attraction’ and his Posse have all but celebrated his victory in a humble manner, as Mannie is tossed a bottle of Ciroc by Alec. The bottle is then used by Mannie to knock out Lincoln as he slowly begins to climb to his feet. Cutler hits the mat hard. Next Mannie proceeds to shake the bottle up, right before emptying some of the contents over Lincoln Cutler’s prone body as the music cuts off. Mannie then saves the rest of the of bottle, and drinks the remaining contents to himself. Meanwhile, Jacinta and Alec have finally joined him back in the ring, as Jacinta is handed a microphone from a stage-hand.

JOHNSON: ”No respect at all!!!”
VASSA: ”This is what the people want to see. HBO Sports is getting more than they bargained for when you add this guy to the mix. I wonder what’s about to happen now as they have a mic inside the ring.”
JACINTA: ”Now, are you satisfied 4CW?”
Jacinta laughs as she begins to survey the crowd.

JACINTA: ”Aren’t you so happy to have my baby working for this company?”
The crowd voices their opinions back at Jacinta with a large amount of boos, which are directed towards Mannie and his posse. However, Jacinta ignores the reaction and continues talking.

JACINTA: ”Can you just feel the love, baby?”
Blowing Mannie a kiss, she hands the mic to him. Mannie tosses the bottle of Ciroc back to Alec, as he chugs down some of the bottle as well. Mannie then grabs the mic from Jacinta, as the crowd gets louder with boos and negativity. Mannie wipes the sweat from his brow before speaking up

MANNIE: ”I told all of you that I was going to get that job, but none of you believed me…”
Mannie shakes his head before leaning over the top rope, towards the crowd.

MANNIE: ”NONE OF YOU!!! So, if you think I give two shits about what any of you feel about me, then you’re all more dumb than you look!”
VASSA: ”Wow, he just called the entire crowd here tonight idiots!”
The boos grow louder as the crowd is enraged by the disrespect that Mannie has shown towards them. Jacinta claps and points over the crowd before raising the mic to her mouth.

JACINTA: ”That’s right, you tell their asses, Papi!”
Mannie nods in approval as he slowly raises the mic to his mouth as the crowd continues to boo.

MANNIE: ”So as far as I’m concerned, I am the best thing that will ever happen to this company. So you better get used to me. I am ‘The Main Attraction’ “Young” Mannie Romero and welcome to #MAEra!”
Mannie emphatically drops the mic as he and his posse slowly exit the ring. “Another Way” begins to play over the arena again as they slowly walk up the ramp towards the back. The official checks on Lincoln Cutler who is still motionless in the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Someone needs to get medical staff out here now. Lincoln Cutler is in need of some serious help.”
VASSA: ”He may come off like an asshole to some people but I like Young Mannie.”
JOHNSON: ”Good for you. Lets go backstage as we get this mess in the ring cleaned up.”

The scene opens backstage where Perry Wallace and Frankie Morrison are leaving a room and walking down the hall. Gabriel Hartman shortly follows behind as he exits the room but walks the opposite direction. Wallace and Morrison walk together as they discuss business.

WALLACE: ”So, what did you think?”
MORRISON: ”I liked him. He has a ton of knowledge and passion for this sport. I think he’ll be a great addition to the 4CW event staff.”
WALLACE: ”Same here, I think he’s legit and would be a great team member. Now, I just need to figure out a number for this guy…”
MORRISON: ”Something fair isn’t out of the question. With this network deal with HBO in full swing, we need a backstage face to sit down and talk with the talent. We need someone to show the raw edge of these wrestlers to the viewers. We’re not just going to be streaming online anymore, we’re getting our own spot for Monday nights.”
WALLACE: ”I know, dude, it’s a dream come true. I have a number in mind for Hartman and it’s fair, no doubt. A new dawn is upon us, Frankie. Things will never be the same once tonight is over and we move forward to our next show, under our new banner of HBO Sports.”
MORRISON: ”I welcome it with open arms…”
WALLACE: ”You and me both, you and me both…”
The two enter an office as the door closes behind them and the scene slowly fades back to ringside.


JOHNSON: “Up next will be four lovely ladies are looking to make a mark in their quest for the top position in 4CW. It is going to be a clash of the egos and attitudes for sure in this one.”
VASSA: “I can’t argue with you on that one Johnson. You know I have been listening to these ladies and none of them seem to care much about the other. The claws are coming out for this fight!”
JOHNSON: “And most definitely, but only one of these ladies will be able to walk away with the bragging rights. Who moves one step closer to the gold?”
“All About Me” hits the sound system and pink lights start flickering throughout the arena while the fans stand up in a wave of boos as Crystal Taylor playfully dashes out from the back. She momentarily pauses at the top of the ramp, before looking over at the DJ.

POWERS: “The following contest is a fatal four way and is for one falls. Introducing first, hailing in from South Beach, Florida and weighing in at 120 pounds… ‘The Bombshell’ CRYSTAL TAYLOR!”
She struts down the ramp while placing her hands in the back of hair and smirking at the crowd who shows her a negative reaction. Crystal stops down at the bottom and leans down as she fixes her bright pink knee pads before standing up. She dashes to the ring apron and she sets her right leg upon the side as she kneels up, shaking her little butt, and tilting her head back shaking her hair loosely. She does not stand completely up as she then goes underneath the second rope and enters the ring. She dashes over to the corner turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. She points to her chest and starts clapping while saying, “come on Crystal,” but the fans continue to boo her. Crystal steps down off the ring apron and starts twirling her neck and stretching her arms as she roams around the ring.

VASSA: “I think I’m in love Johnson. This beauty queen is absolutely breathtaking and if she can wrestle as well as she looks, she’s the total package.”
“The Final Countdown” by Europe begins to play over the speakers.

POWERS: “And introducing her opponents, hailing from Sim City and weighing in at 145 pounds… JENSEN KNICKERBOCKER!!”
Jensen takes her time getting to the stage, so that the intro of her music plays. She skips out, blowing kisses to the fans. Once at ringside, she climbs the steps and enters under the top rope. She walks to the center of the ring, blows a few more kisses to the fans before skipping to her corner and waiting for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: “Jensen Knickerbocker came just slightly came up short against Jason Kash, but undoubtedly gave him a fight. Now she’s here to redeem herself in this fatal four way.”
‘Oh yeah
Oh yeah’
‘I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon’ put pictures of my derrire in the magazine
You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me?’
The fans boo loudly as Piece of me by Britney Spears hits over the public adders system, as the lights dim and a lone spotlight forms at the top of the entrance ramp.

POWERS: “And their opponent, hailing in from the unknown and weighing in at 123 pounds… ANGEL KASH!”
As out from the back steps Angel Kash alongside her is her bodyguard Leroy Angel does an arrogant pose with Leroy standing behind his boss menacingly, as the fans shower her with loud boos. As Angel snickers at their boos.
‘I’m Miss Bad Media Karma, another day, another drama
Guess I can’t see the harm in workin’ and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm, I’m still an exceptional earner
You want a piece of me?’
Angel then continues her arrogant supermodel strut down to the ring trash talking the fans as Leroy walks behind her. Angel sticks her hand out rudely staying in the center of the walkway telling them to talk to the hand. As Angel then makes her way up the steel steps followed by Leroy as she does another arrogant pose before ordering Leroy to lower the ropes for her, which he does. As Angel enters the ring before dong another arrogant pose in the center of the ring, before taking off her entrance robe and glasses, and td giving them to Leroy as she lays nonchalantly on the top turnbuckle taunting the fans as she waits for her opponent to come out.

VASSA: “Angel has remained quiet all week, but it’s put up or shut up for her tonight. I wonder how she’s going to do with the other loudmouth ladies in the match.”
The DJ starts to play “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry as the fans in attendance begin to boo and chants of “whore” begin.

POWERS: “And the final participant, making her way all the way from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 115 pounds, and being accompanied by Ice… ‘The Queen of Professional Wrestling’ KANDI WASHINGTON!!”
Kandi Washington struts out from behind the velvet entrance curtains as she pauses at the top of the ramp. She places her hand on her right hip as she smirks at her booing fans and standing slightly behind her is the vicious Ice. Kandi Washington proceeds down the ramp as her tightly pulled ponytail bounces from side to side as she ignores the fans waving to her and shouting at vulgarities her way as she makes her way to the ring apron. She turns to the stairs as Ice pulls herself onto the apron. Kandi makes her way along the apron and Ice opens the ropes as Kandi ducks down underneath the second rope. She enters the ring and raises her arms in the air motioning to the fans to keep booing and chants coming. Ice follows her inside the ring and stands in the corner with her arms folded across her chest, just glaring across the arena. Kandi starts to strut around her ring, looking down at her nails and waiting for her opponent as her theme music comes to an end.

JOHNSON: “This is a woman who knowingly and admitting cheats. It’s going to be slightly difficult for her tonight seeing how all eyes will be on her. It’s sink or swim, pretty little lady.”
VASSA: “I think she can do it Johnson. Look at her! She’s a beaut and she has a long history in this business!”
JOHNSON: “I will save that for the end of the match, but right now it looks like this one is going to start.”

VASSA: “And these ladies are not wasting anytime starting this one off.”
All four women start to circle the ring, but as Crystal and Jensen quickly start to rush Kandi they get caught off by Angel. Jensen grabs Angel by the hair and wrestles her to the corner. Leaning her back she connects with a hard slap to her chest. Crystal and Kandi clasp onto each other’s hair, falling to the mat, and beginning to roll around the ring catfighting. Jensen leans out from the corner and whips Angel into the opposing corner, running after her, but being met with a boot. Jensen stumbles back and Angel runs out of the corner to only be taken off her feet with a back body drop.

JOHNSON: “Jensen using her size advantage against her opposition and she’s looking to make her mark.”
VASSA: “Kandi and Crystal are not letting up this little rivalry they have brewing between them as they are relentlessly yanking at each other.”
Kandi and Crystal are finally up to their feet as Crystal tosses her by the hair into the corner. Crystal turns around and she clobbers Jensen with forearm smash. She turns around, but Angel takes her down with a drop toe hold. Jensen runs at Kandi in the corner, but Kandi moves out of the way. She grabs Jensen by the hair and instead of connecting with a DDT—she throws her through the second rope.

VASSA: “And Kandi just takes a nasty tumble out of the ring!”
JOHNSON: “But Jensen should be more careful as Angel is planning something behind her.”
Angel rolls her up from behind with a schoolgirl, but Jensen kicks out quickly and up to her feet first as she dropkicks Angel through the second rope. Crystal is up to her feet and she whips Jensen into the ropes, but Jensen reverses it. Crystal bounces off the ropes with a kick to the chest of Jensen. She takes her down with a standing clothesline. As Jensen rolls up to her feet, Crystal hops onto her with a thesz press followed by punches.

JOHNSON: “Here’s Crystal with a beautifully executed thesz press and pounding away at her face.”
VASSA: “While Crystal is taking it to Jensen, Angel is having the life choke out of her at ringside.”
Kandi is choking Angel on the outside as Angel is screaming in agony while Crystal whips Jensen into the corner. As she runs at Jensen, Jensen hops up with a foot to the face. She grabs her wrist and pulls her back as she locks in a sleeper. She tries to tighten the hold, but Crystal breaks it with an elbow to the gut. Jensen grabs Crystal by the back of the bed, dropping her with a reverse DDT.

VASSA: “And yet the tides change again as Jensen takes back the control over Crystal.”
JOHNSON: “There is that size advantage Jensen has over the other girls, Vinny.”
As she goes for a cover, it’s quickly broken up by Kandi who clasps onto Jensen’s hair and pulling her up backwards, before dropping her with a backbreaker on the knee. Angel runs in and hops on Kandi’s back, forcing her down to her knees. Crystal is aiding the neck, but climbing to her feet as she runs at the back of Angel with a hard shoot kick to her spine. She grabs Kandi, but Kandi runs at the ropes—clutching them as pulls herself forward and she flings Crystal off of her

JOHNSON: “Which one of these ladies is going to get the upper hand over the other?”
VASSA: “It was great Crystal was good at gymnastics or else that somersault could have been neck cracking!”
Kandi turns around and Jensen charges at her as she runs at Kandi, but Kandi sending her over the top rope with a back body drop, but landing on the ring apron. Angel runs at the ropes and inadvertently delivers a shoulder thrust to Jensen off the apron. Crystal rolls her up with a schoolgirl, but Kandi breaks it up after a two count.

VASSA: “Kandi has just made the save as Crystal was trying to put it away already.”
JOHNSON: “They better watch out because Jensen is getting back in the ring and she doesn’t look too happy.”
Jensen climbs back inside the ring and as Crystal is kneeled up in the ring, she runs and connects with a Jen-zigurri and Crystal flops to the side of the canvas. As Kandi leans back in the corner, Jensen notices Angel slowly climbing to her feet and she gets caught up with a superkick to the jaw.

JOHNSON: “Oh that’s amazing! Jensen has just cleaned house, but now she’s looking straight at Kandi.”
VASSA: “Kandi doesn’t look like she wants any part of Jensen.”
Ice is on the apron and she’s yelling at the referee as Jensen runs at Ice with a striking form, but she misses it as Kandi cuts her off with a throat thrust to her throat. She grabs her by the back of the hair and she flings Jensen’s hair back connecting her face to the canvas with a reverse Russian legsweep. Ice gets down off the apron.

VASSA: “Ice brought her enough time to capitalize and she’s going for the cover!”
JOHNSON: “But Crystal stopped it with a running leg drop to the back of Kandi’s neck.”
Kandi and Crystal start arguing with each other in the middle of the ring as Angel is pulling herself up off the mat. Jensen is crawling toward the ropes and as Angel starts to climb on the turnbuckle, Kandi pushes Crystal into Angel, knocking her down off the second rope. Jensen gets her ankle grabbed by Ice at ringside.

JOHNSON: “It looks like business has just picked up!”
VASSA: “This is anybody’s game right now Steve.”
Jensen runs around the corner to attack Ice, but she’s met with a giant standing avalanche as she falls back. Angel staggers up to her feet and she gets planted with a superkick to her face.

JOHNSON: “She connected with the Heartbreaker and going for the pin!”
VASSA: “She forgot about Kandi Washington who is coming up behind her.”
Kandi taps Crystal on the shoulder and Crystal spins around with a forearm, but Kandi ducks beneath it as she catches Crystal with a spinning roundhouse kick to the temple. Crystal falls to the canvas and rolls out of the ring.

VASSA: “Kandi has just cleared Crystal’s head with that Kandi Kaned!”
JOHNSON: “And Ice is ramming Jensen back first into the steel post, How brutal!”
She looks down at Angel and drops down over her, covering Angel’s face with both her hands. The referee slides down to the mat…

VASSA: “What a debut! Kandi Washington has successfully walked away from this epic showcase of female talent with the victory!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin-fall… KANDI WASHINGTON!!”
JOHNSON: “With a strong performance like this Steve, Kandi is going places and she just might be the real Queen of Pro Wrestling!”


Powers hits “Violence Fetish” over the p.a. system and the fans stand to their feet booing.

POWERS: ”The following contest is a tag team brawl and introducing first, the team of Power Trip, being accompanied by Morgan Alvertez… JASON AND LUCIFER PHOENIX!!”
Jason and his son Lucifer Phoenix walk out beside each other with the sultry vixen Morgan Alvertez in between them, her hand on the back of their shoulders. They firmly stand grounded at the top of the ramp and they glide with their eyes across from right to left. They proceed down the ramp and Morgan squeezes between them as they make their way to the ring apron. Lucifer glides forward and slides in under the three ropes as his old man hops on the apron, climbing up the turnbuckle. Morgan walks along the ring clapping as Jason climbs into the ring. Lucifer swings up and jolts to the corner and hops on the second turnbuckle, flipping off the booing fans. Jason just starts pacing in the ring with his head cocked and staring around the arena.

JOHNSON: ”I can tell this duo or entire group will be a force to reckoned with. They have come to takeover.”
VASSA: ”Only time will be able to tell how well they do, but first let’s see if they can pass the test of their upcoming opponents tonight!”
As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays.

POWERS: ”And introducing their opponents, first hailing in from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 125 pounds… NIOBE MARTIN!”
Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…
Now your nightmare comes to life…’
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
‘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 drops her arms 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.

VASSA: ”She was able to walk away on our last program with the victory over six other men. Now let’s see if she can do the same in a good old fashion tag team brawl.”
JOHNSON: ”Who knows Vinny, we might also see the blooming of a new friendship and tag team to enter the growing division!?”
“Quantum” by Datsik starts blaring over the p.a. system.

POWERS: “And introducing her partner, hailing in from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 257 pounds… AIDAN BLACK!”
As they look back up to the ramp, Aiden Black doesn’t come out as Niobe Martin turns her attention to the ramp way while Jason Phoenix and Lucifer grin wickedly across the ring. Niobe looks over to the referee and points up to the ramp as she starts to ask the official where her partner is.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like a setup because look at Lucifer and his father staring with such evil intentions in mind.”
VASSA: ”Where the heck is Aiden?”
With Niobe looking up at the entrance ramp confused, Lucifer jolts across the ring with a running dropkick to her back, knocking her face first into the top turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: “Oh my God Vinny, did you see the impact of that dropkick and the collision Niobe’s face had with that dropkick?”
VASSA: “What a way to kick off this match and Niobe was completely sidetracked wondering where her partner is.”
As the referee calls for the bell, Lucifer has Niobe up by her arm and he swings her off into the ropes, but she surprises him with a quick crossbody. She’s up to her feet and she runs with a clothesline as he ducks, grabbing her by the neck, and dropping her with a reverse neckbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”The absence of her partner has knocked Niobe off her game and the very impressive father and son duo is taking advantage of it right before our eyes.”
Niobe pushes up to all fours and Lucifer runs off the ropes with a front dropkick to her chest. His father looks proud on the apron as he positions himself to the side and flips backwards with a standing moonsault, but Martin gets her knees up and Lucifer’s clutching his stomach.

VASSA: “Let’s see if Niobe can capitalize with this opening.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know she’s been pretty beat up in the early rounds and Lucifer is already up to his feet, still aiding the stomach area.”
Lucifer runs over to Niobe who has just pulled herself up by the ropes and steps up connecting with the back of her head with an enzuigiri. As she collapses onto the mat, Lucifer reaches down to her hand and begins dragging her over to her father’s corner. As he reaches his father, he lifts her up with both arms locked in a chicken wing hold as he tags in Jason Phoenix.

JOHNSON: ]“Oh come on guys, can’t you see Niobe is absolutely helpless and alone in this match? This is a downright massacre!”
VASSA: “You know the Phoenix’s guys this week; they are not in any place for sympathizing with their oppositions.”
Jason emerges inside the ring and clutches his hands around her neck, pushing her to the center of the leg, kicking her legs out from beneath her as she starts to blatantly choke her. The referee tugs at his arms and yells for him to break the hold.

VASSA: “This isn’t a damn wrestling match; it’s an assault!”
Jason complies with the orders and releases the hold from her neck. He stands to his feet and begins backing the referee up to the corner. Niobe is aiding her throat as she stumbles to her feet. She runs to the back of Jason with a clothesline to the back of his neck. He stumbles forward, but doesn’t fall as he turns to her. She attempts a jab, but he grabs her wrist underneath his arm. She goes for a jab with the other arm and history repeats. He starts to hammer away with trapping headbutts to her chest.

VASSA: “By God, Niobe Martin has wanted to be treated like an equal and she’s being treated just like a man here Stevie!”
JOHNSON: “Vinny, Jason Phoenix’s tactics are heinous and damn right vicious! This man is a loose cannon!”
He lifts her up onto his shoulders from the standing position and drives her to the canvas with a deadly backbreaking death valley driver. As she’s lied up in front of the cornered turnbuckle, he cocks his head over to his son and smirks. He walks over and slaps him across the face and points to the top rope.

VASSA: “What a way to tag in your partner!”
JOHNSON: “What’s worst this thing is still not over Vinny. They are trying to kill Niobe Martin!”
Lucifer walks along the outside apron as he makes his way to the corner, slowly climbing to the top rope as the fans start chanting, “do it!” repeatedly as he kneels down on the top turnbuckle. He stands up and leaps off with a shooting star press with such high elevation! As he falls down onto Niobe, showing slight pain in his face he hooks the legs.

VASSA: “This one has got to be over after The Coming!”

JOHNSON: “And it is over as the referee calls for the bell! The Phoenix’s have prevailed!”
VASSA: “What the hell is this witchy woman doing?”
POWERS: “Here are your winners by pin-fall… LUCIFER AND JASON PHOENIX!!”
As Powers is playing “Violence Fetish” Morgan Alvertez has made her way inside the ring as she passes her husband and son in the middle of the ring, arm raised in victory, and stands over Niobe’s lifeless body. She kneels down with a microphone in hand. She slaps Niobe across the face and lifts the microphone into place.

ALVERTEZ: “You should have listened to me and stayed away because now if you’re still able to stand after this assault, I want YOU in this ring in the next coming weeks to prove once and for all, you do not belong in OUR company. There can only be one dominant female in 4CW and little girl, you’re looking at her!”
JOHNSON: “Did she say what I think she said Vinny?”
Before standing to her feet, she slaps Niobe across the face once more and leaves the microphone rested on the top of her chest.

VASSA: “It sounds like mother Phoenix wants to do what her husband and son just did. Niobe Martin is on the wrong side of the tracks tonight!”
JOHNSON: “You better believe this would have never happened or taken place if Aiden Black just showed up for his match. There’s going to be hell to pay Vinny!”

The scene opens inside an office where Perry Wallace and Frankie Morrison as sitting at a desk with a few papers scattered on top. The two continue to talk as the camera rolls…

WALLACE: ”Eight states… eight venues… this is going to be fantastic.”
MORRISON: ”I’ve been thinking about it more and more and I think with only eight venues on the list, it gives us an opportunity to build history and prestige at these venues. The places we visit won’t be just a random showing. I like it.”
WALLACE: ”I was thinking the same thing. First things first, we have the Jubilee Theater in Vegas. This will be our biggest stage and the premiere venue of the entire lineup.”
MORRISON: ”That’s a good one. This will host of biggest events. Next up, we have the Phoenix Theatre in Phoenix, Arizona.”
WALLACE: ”That’s another top notch place. I really love the way it looks and the atmosphere it will present for our shows.”
MORRISON: ”Then there’s the Fox Theatre in Redwood City, California. There’s the Paramount Theatre in Denver, Colorado.”
WALLACE: ”I’m really digging that one. We received a huge effort from the legal marijuana vendors at the event. I can’t wait to visit Colorado again! We have another Paramount Theatre on the list but this one is in Austin, Texas.”
MORRISON: ”The Kimo Theatre in Albuquerque, New Mexico looks to be an ideal spot for us to host an event. I’m glad this one made the list.”
WALLACE: ”Me too, without a doubt. Then there’s the Capitol Theatre in Salt Lake City, Utah and the Coleman Theatre in Miami, Oklahoma. These are all beautiful venues that will bring a unique value to the 4CW brand name.”
MORRISON: ”Indeed it will, Perry.”
WALLACE: ”Go ahead and start working on a schedule if you want. HBO is giving us all power over booking the shows. They just need to talk with you about a few key things. While you handle this, I’m going to witness the main event in person as we crown a champion.”
MORRISON: ”Just leaving me with the leg work I see…”
WALLACE: ”We don’t have to do this tonight. We can get with the network tomorrow and sort this thing out. Come on, lets go watch this main event in person.”
MORRISON: ”You go ahead, I have a few things I need to take care of. We still have about ten minutes before the ring will be ready and the stage is set for this glorious main event.”
WALLACE: ”Well, you know where to find me.”
Perry stands up and walks out of the room as Frankie looks over the venues for 4CW moving forward. The scene slowly cuts to ringside.


VASSA: ”What a night it’s been Stevie!”
JOHNSON: ”It sure has been Vinny. But the night is far from over. We still have our first ever South-West Heavyweight Champion to crown!”
VASSA: ”Oh man, I’ve been waiting all night for this!”
JOHNSON: ”Well you’re going to have to wait just a little bit longer because before we get to that we have a tag team match thats about as volatile as a powder keg!”
VASSA: ”Really Steve? The anticipation is killing me!”
JOHNSON: ”Well there’s nothing you can do about it. Poor you. Best seats in the house to what promises to be a phenomenal tag team match! Two members of Action Packed are about to square off with the unlikely duo of Sin and Roxi Johnson!”
VASSA: ”I can dig that I guess. Didn’t those two girls nearly tear each other apart two weeks ago?”
JOHNSON: ”Yeah and now management has put them together to face the biggest man in 4CW and his partner’s whose personality may just tower over everyone!”
The feed cuts from the announce crew to the ring announcer, Mike Powers, who’s standing in the ring by himself with a microphone in hand.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring, weighing in at 300 pounds, from Sacramento, California, Joe Dobbs!”
Lights go out as as the music begins to, play spot lights roam the crowd until coming to a fixed position on Joe at the top of the ramp. Focused on the ring he begins to walk forward not paying attention to anything else but the ring, the spot light follows him down. Joe slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He stands up in the middle of the ring. He beats on his chest like a gorilla. He raises his arms in the air as the lights come back on.

POWERS: ”And his partner, Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 230 pounds coming from Cologne, Germany, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab.”
Wrenches and Kings play over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a hold up on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

POWERS: ”And their opponents, first weighing in at 125 pounds, from St. Louis, Missouri, Sin!”
The lights go out leaving the arena in total darkness as Relax by Peaches begins to play over the PA system. lasers shoot around the stage ramp. The entrance lights up with Sin sitting in a steel chair sculpted with snakes and dragons. Her legs are kicked over the right arm of the chair and fans let out a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as she slowly stands up from the chair. She slowly makes her way down the stage ramp ignoring the stretching arms of fans hoping for some kind of physical contact with the sensational diva. She makes it to the ring and grabs the bottom rope lifting herself up the edge of the ring. She then grabs the tops rope and puts her feet on the bottom bouncing up and down a couple of times before dropping down into the splits as more as strobes flicker. Sin slowly and seductively crawls into the ring and stands to her feet throwing her hands into the air as the fans continue with their mixed reaction of boos and cheers.

POWER: ”And finally, her partner, weighing in at 132 pounds, from Tampa Bay, Florida, Roxi Johnson!”
“Help Is On The Way” plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She smiles at the crowd and walks with a bounce in her step as she slaps some fan hands along the way. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

JOHNSON: ”Both teams seem to be discussing their game plans.”
VASSA: ”Is this a joke? Where’s Ashton? Are we all getting punked right now?”
JOHNSON: ”What are you talking about Vinny?”
VASSA: ”These two girls together barely outweigh Stefan Raab, not to mention the monster of a man in his corner. How are they supposed to even compete?”
JOHNSON: ”Vinny anything can happen inside a 4CW ring. What the girls lack in size, they make up for in talent. Don’t sleep on these two.”
VASSA: ”Well I would like to sleep on them…”
JOHNSON: ”I guess I left that one wide open for you. It looks as if we are ready to get rolling, Joe Dobbs and Sin are taking their positions on the ring apron while their partners wait for the opening bell.
The ref signals for the bell as the match officially begins.
Roxi Johnson slowly makes her way to the center of the ring where the behemoth Joe Dobbs is standing idly by. Roxi looks back at her corner where Sin is encouraging her on. She turns her head back around in time to be nearly kicked off by a running big boot! Dobbs lifts his petite opponent up with a sole handful of her hair and lifts her up with a guerrilla press slam. He parades around the ring with his opponent hoisted high in the air. Roxi finds a way to wiggle free and she drops behind the big man. She quickly hits him with a drop kick between the shoulder blades that barely budges the big man forward. Dobbs turns and grabs Roxi with his two massive hands around her neck. He lifts her up and tosses her across the ring like yesterday’s garbage. She finds herself crawling backwards into her opponents corner. She painfully pulls herself up in time for an open palm chop to come crashing down!
Dobbs smiles at the crowds reaction and shoves Roxi’s head back up, opening up her chest for another heart stopping chop.
Raab holds his hand out to his partner with a large smile on his face. Dobbs makes the tag as Roxi falls forward to the canvass. Raab struts into the ring and walks across the ring, right passed Sin who’s biding her time to get into the ring. He lackadaisically lays down with his back over Roxi’s chest to make the pin attempt. The ref slides into position to make the count.
Sin charges across the ring, kicking Stefan before the three count.

JOHNSON: ”Well if there was any doubt whether these two women would work together, throw that out the window! Sin just saved this match.”
VASSA: ”Those were some brutal chops from Joe Dobbs. I think my heart skipped a beat or two and I wasn’t the one on the receiving end!”
The ref backs Sin into her corner as Raab gets to his feet. While Sin is climbing through the ropes Raab charges leading with his knee. He sends his unsuspecting opponent to fall to the ring floor after smacking her jaw on the security barrier! Raab turns his attention back to Roxi and slowly stalks his opponent. He pulls her back up to her feet and holds her up with a front face lock. He lifts Roxi up for a suplex but she slips in a knee to Raab’s head while being held completely vertical. Her momentum sends her back down falling forward. On the way to the mat she rolls Raab up with a small package!

VASSA: ”Roxi almost just stole that one from Raab while he wasn’t paying attention!”
JOHNSON: ”Exactly why you can’t count these girls out.”
Raab bounces to his feet before Roxi could fully get to hers. He charges, driving his knee in her midsection. Roxi doubles over as she gasps for air. Raab spikes Roxi head first with a DDT. He jumps to his feet and drops and elbow down across Johnson’s chest. Raab keeps the flow going, dropping two more elbow drops before lifting her back to her feet. Raab grabs Roxi with a rear waist lock, trying to hold her still as she starts to flail around. Raab backs into his corner allowing Dobbs to tag him on the back. Raab spins around and folds Roxi up with a release german suplex.
Dobbs drops to the ground and straightens out Roxi as she lays motionless on the canvass. Dobbs lifts his knee up before driving it into her ribs with a bone crushing strike. Dobbs continues the assault, decimating Roxi’s left side. He rises to his feet and laughs as the women at his feet is barely capable of moving. He reaches down and grabs one of her arms, sliding it between her legs. He hooks up her other arm with his and performs a dead lift pump handle slam, tossing Roxi across the ring. He follows his victim who’s right near her corner. Dobbs stares down Sin who’s standing on the apron, reaching for her opponents hand. Dobbs places one of his massive boots down across Roxi’s chest.
Roxi manages to shoot one of her shoulders up off the canvass!

JOHNSON: ”If Dobbs put all three hundred pounds across her body there’s no way she’s kicking out.”
VASSA: ”At some point Sin and Roxi are going to have to find a way into this match. Otherwise this will a long drawn out massacre!”
Sin steps on the bottom rope and leans over the top rope yelling at Joe Dobbs, gathering his attention. Dobbs foolishly tries to clothesline Sin but she drops down off the apron to the ring floor before he could connect. He barks at her before turning his attention back towards Roxi. Roxi catches Dobbs off guard by charging towards the corner, running up to the top turnbuckle, and spinning around with a drop kick that knocks the big man down to the mat. He rolls under the bottom rope to avoid any further damage but before he could gather himself. He turns towards the ring only to see Sin running at him from the ring apron. She leaps off and flips the big man inside out with a hurricanrana.
Sin quickly hops back onto the apron in her teams corner. She desperately reaches into the ring, looking for a tag from Roxi. Roxi crawls and dives towards her corner, making the tag to Sin. Sin climbs her corner and directs her attention to Joe Dobbs who is now standing outside of the ring. She leaps off with a cross body but the big man catches her in mid air. Roxi sees that her partner is in danger and follows pursuit, with a cross body of her own! With his hands already full Dobbs has no chance of catching his other opponent and falls backwards to the ring floor, releasing his hold of Sin.

VASSA: ”It’s every mans fantasy to have two beautiful women leaping into their arms.”
JOHNSON: ”I think right now Joe Dobbs would be fine without. Back to back flying cross body knock the big man down! A position I’m sure he’s not used to.”
VASSA: ”Which part, the two beautiful women or being knocked down onto his back?
Sin stands to her feet and helps her partner up. Roxi reassumes her position on the apron in her teams corner. Sin slides into the ring and waits for her opponent to get back into the ring. Dobbs staggers into the ring and Sin meets him with a drop kick. Dobbs falls backwards and gets his arms trapped in the top and middle ropes in the process. Sin unloads on the exposed ribs of big Joe Dobbs with some stiff kicks that turn the mans bare flesh a throbbing red. He grimaces with each point of contact but tugs and pulls trying to free himself from the predicament.
Finally the referee separates Sin and Dobbs and the unleashes the big man from his temporary prison. Joe charges Sin, attempting a big boot. Sin runs and ducks underneath the boot before it could take her head off. She makes it to the ropes and leaps up onto the second rope, using it as a spring board. She twists her body in the air towards her opponent and catches him with a front face lock. She uses her momentum to turn Dobbs around and plant him into the mat with a tornado DDT! Sin quickly tries for the pinfall before Dobbs gets a chance to recuperate. The ref slides into position to make the count.
Before the ref could slap the mat for a third time Stefan Raab climbed into the ring and grabbed Sin by her hair, spinning her off his partner with ease.

JOHNSON: ”Dobbs needs to weather this storm that the ladies are pushing on him if he wants any chance of winning this match for his team.”
Vassa: ”Stefan Raab is not about to let this match end without having a say in it!”
Sin rises to her feet to see the ref herding Stefan Raab back to his corner. She runs at him and brushes passed the official. Sin connect with a running forearm smash to Stefan Raab as he makes it to the apron. Raab falls to the floor and Sin enjoys her handiwork from the corner. Without warning her small frame is squashed against the turnbuckles by an avalanche splash that took every ounce of energy Dobbs had at the moment. Sin slides down in the corner as Dobbs drops to one knee looking for his partner to tag in. Raab collects himself and hops onto the apron, reaching over the rope and patting his partner on his massive shoulder for the tag.
Raab climbs in and stands Sin up in the corner. He unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts, focusing mainly on the body with the hard hooks. He allows her to stumble out of the corner before grabbing her with a rear waist lock. Raab lifts her slightly in the air, her feet dangling above the mat. Dobbs stands to his feet and faces his partner. Dobbs sprints at both of them and nails a clothesline the aides Raab backwards with a bridging german suplex! Dobbs climbs out of the ring, onto the apron as the ref gets into a position to count the fall.
Roxi breaks up the pin with a soccer kick to Raab’s ribs, forcing him to break the bridge and release his opponent.

JOHNSON: ”This back and forth her action is exactly why I love tag team wrestling! Dobbs clotheslined Sin into Raab’s Killerpin german suplex. Usually enough to earn him a victory but Roxi was not ready to let this match go!”
VASSA: ”At this point there’s no telling who’s coming out on top of this match. Two formidable teams that obviously want Mr. Wallace and Mr. Morrison to see the benefits of a tag team division.”
Raab rolls over and sits upright. He looks down at Sin who’s crawling towards her corner. Roxi had already scampered back, hoping to sneak in a tag before Raab got his senses about him. Raab reaches out and grabs Sin by the ankle, still more than an arms length away from her partner. Raab drags Sin away as she scratched and clawed at the mat, trying to fight. Once Raab makes it half way across the ring he lets go and then drops an elbow onto the small of her back, flattening her out. Raab walks over to the corner and crouches down, signaling for Sin to stand to her feet. Once she finally makes it up he charges, leading with his shoulder. Sin sidesteps the spear attempt like a matador. Raab pulls up on the brakes and spins at his opponent with a clothesline. Sin ducks underneath and tries for a swinging neckbreaker. Raab pushes out of it before he can be turned towards the mat. Sin stumbles forward and turns right into a diamond cutter that Raab calls the Killercutter!
Raab looks down on his fallen opponent and instead of going for the pin he grabs her by the ankle again, this time stepping over it and locking in a STF! Raab yanks back on Sin’s head as she reaches desperately for the ropes. The ref is laying on the mat, face to face with Sin to see if she taps. Sin fights it, dragging her larger opponent towards the closest side of the ring. Sin makes it within an inch from the ropes before Raab releases. He pulls her back to the center of the ring and goes to lock in the submission hold again. This time Sin knows its coming and twists, rolling Raab up in the process with a small package!

VASSA: ”Sin almost stole it from Raab. You can’t let your guard down!”
JOHNSON: ”She has to find a way to tag in Roxi. She can’t physically take much more!”
Raab foolishly argues with the ref. In the meantime Sin finds a way to dive across the ring and tags in her partner. Roxi climbs to the top turnbuckle and nails the unsuspecting Stefan Raab with a missile dropkick that knocks him across the ring. Raab falls to his corner and tags in Dobbs. The big man climbs into the ring. Dobbs charges and Roxi slides between his legs, avoiding him all together. She pops back up to her feet rolls underneath a clothesline attempt. She stands up again, this time climbing onto the apron. She pulls on the top rope and launches herself at Joe Dobbs with a springboard clothesline that merely knocks him back a few steps.
Roxi runs at her opponent again this time he lifts her up and spins her around in the air. Somehow Roxi counters what looked like an attempt at a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker into a head scissor takedown! Roxi stands at the side of Dobbs and nails a standing moonsault across his midsection. Roxi immediately stands up and nails a dropkick to Stefan Raab who was mouthing off to some of the fans at ringside with his back to the action. She senses the big man coming and narrowly escapes the same fate as Sin when Dobbs crashed into the corner with an avalanche splash. Dobbs turns around in the corner to get nailed with a running high knee that Roxi instantly transitions into a running bulldog!

VASSA: ”I can’t believe that there hasn’t been any flare ups between Sin and Roxi in this match. Just last week they were at each others throats.“
JOHNSON: ”They’ve seemed to rally behind each other with the same goal of winning this match. But it’s not over yet!”
Roxi makes her way to her partner and tags her in. Sin climbs in but the ref has his attention distracted by Stefan Raab trying to climb into the ring. Both girls grab a hold Joe Dobbs’ arms and push him back against the ropes. They send him running with a double irish whip. On the rebound the girls team up for a double back body drop the shakes the ring violently with Dobbs crashing to the mat. They both lift him up and with every last bit of strength they lift Dobbs up into the air and suplex him down to the canvass! Roxi climbs out of the ring and Sin lays on top of Dobbs for the cover. Sin yells across the ring, causing the ref to turn his attention back to the competitors. Instead of counting he yells at Sin, warning her to get back out of the ring.

VASSA: ”I don’t think the official saw the tag!”
JOHNSON: ”Sin is the legal participant from her team but the ref never saw the exchange. He’s ordering Roxi back into the match!”
VASSA: ”I hope this doesn’t end up costly, they had Dobbs on the ropes!”
Sin reluctantly trades places with her partner, both barking at the referee in the meantime. Roxi and the Referee get into a heated exchange which only gets broken up by a running shoulder block from Dobbs that lifts Roxi off of her feet and backwards into her partner! Sin crashes down to the arena’s floor while Dobbs focuses on Roxi. Dobbs slaps his large palm around the throat of Roxi, lifts into the air effortlessly and slams her down with a chokeslame! Dobbs looks to change his style up and locks in a technically sound dragon sleeper, bridging Roxi. He then lifts her up with a reverse suplex and holds her in the air for a moment for turning it into a jackhammer that he calls Lights Out! Dobbs hooks Roxi’s leg and watches for Sin to try to break up the pin.

JOHNSON: ”That’s it! Dobbs and Raab pick up the win!”
VASSA: ”That was one hell of a tag team match. Makes you wonder if the ref saw that tag could the outcome have been different?”
JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure but two different stories are being told here tonight. Inside the ring, to the victors goes the spoils! Raab and Dobbs look like they’re on top of the world. On the outside Roxi and Sin are being restrained by the officials.”
VASSA: ”That team was a powder keg, the referee simply ignited the fuse!”
”Indestructible” by Disturbed blares over the PA system while Joe Dobbs and Stefan Raab celebrate their big win inside the ring.

JOHNSON: ”And coming up next we crown the first ever 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion!”
VASSA: ”This is going to be one hell of a match!”


VASSA: ”This is the match we’ve all been waiting for from the start of the show! We’ve had a great night so far and this upcoming match is just icing on the cake!”
JOHNSON: ”For the past few weeks we have had a series of matches in the tournament for the South-West championship and tonight, we finally crown a champion. This isn’t going to be your typical match either, folks.”
VASSA: ”Oh, hell no! Tonight we’re taking the action into the depths of a steel cage!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, folks, things are about to get real around here. The ring will be enclosed by a chain link fence that stands fifteen feet tall. Just look at it! The crew is just finishing up with the assembly and it’s a beautiful sight.”
VASSA: ”Yes it is! They’ve been at it since the end of our last match and it’s finally closing in on completion. I’m ready for the carnage and chaos that cage screams in the presence of us all tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Not only do we have a cage match on our hands, the championship belt will be hanging above the center of the ring with only one way to get it down…”
VASSA: ”Slowly climb the stairway to heaven or take the plunge on the highway to hell! We have a caged ladder match on our hands!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Just when I thought that tonight couldn’t get anymore better, I remembered our big finale. It’s time to go out with a bang and step into the new era of 4CW as we break out into the mainstream!”
VASSA: ”Tonight is a historic night for us. The closure of 004 will create the new beginning of 4CW and drive us into the future as the premiere wrestling promotion in the south-western United States. We have the financial backing. We have the network in full support. We have the level of talent that is above par compared to other promotions. We are 4CW!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Here comes Mr. Wallace down to ringside. He’s made it official that he will watch this match in person and not on the backstage televisions. This is a historical match and he wants to be here to witness just like the rest of us.”
VASSA: ”As long as he stays in his area and lets us do our thing, I’m stoked! It’s time to impress the boss! Maybe I shouldn’t have had those couple glasses of whiskey during this small break while they assembled the cage and set the stage for our biggest match in 4CW history.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Vinny. Do you remember where we were two weeks ago and the local promoting he did for the Denver marijuana legalization?”
VASSA: ”You know what, I do remember that! That was a great night. I still have some of the leftovers from Kash’s escapade and his introduction of marijuana to the wrestling ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Good for you. Well, the belt is hanging above the ring. The cage assembled and ready to inflict some pain. The crew just propped the ladder against the cage on the outside of the ring. I think we’re ready to kick things off into overdrive!”
VASSA: ”I’m ready if you are and it appears everyone here is ready to witness history. Mike Powers, would you please do the honors and do your thing?”
“I Grew Up A Fucking Screw-Up
Got Introduced to the Game, to the Game then Fucking Blew Up
I Grew Up A Fucking Screw-Up
Got Introduced to the Game, to the Game then Fucking Blew Up”
As the chorus to “Grew Up A Screw Up” plays as Jason Kash steps through the back curtain and steps onto the stage, he is met with cheers of many plus some deep bass boos from the haters. The chorus of the song plays but is spoken over as the Ring Announcer makes introductions.

POWERS: ”Introducing our first competitor, the Atlanta Born but Houston representative, at two Hundred and thirty pounds…”The INFLUENCE” Jason…KAAASSSHHH!!!”
“Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out
Something in my brain said, “Wake up and kick out!”
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out
Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out
And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out
Somebody get him, the little homie’s out of control
Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I’ll dream about diamonds and gold
Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen
freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping
I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections
Still the best but now I’m grown with more range than a Texan
And I’m a heavyweight you dudes is lighter than my complexion”
As he heads to ringside, he rounds the corner and picks up speed as he leaps up on the ring apron, landing on one knee and pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. He dips through the ropes and enters the ring to a louder pop from the crowd. He throws up an Upside Down Peace Sign handsign for the cameras to see before he begins to stretch and lean against the ropes. Ready for his dose of Action.

JOHNSON: ”For the past few weeks, over the course of two shows, Kash has fought his way to get here tonight. He has earned his opportunity to wrestle for the south-west championship tonight.”
VASSA: ”It’s been a fun ride watching Kash back in live action.”
JOHNSON: ”Tonight we get to watch him compete with the title up for grabs and I can promise that it won’t be an easy task in beating the impressive, Owen Moon.”
VASSA: ”Kash looks ready to go, lets introduce Owen!!!”
“Every time…the moon shines I become alive…”

POWERS: ”And his opponent…from San Francisco, California, standing six feet even and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds, OWEN MOON!”
“Alive” by KiD CuDi echos throughout the arena as Owen Moon steps between the curtain. The fans in attendance go wild at the sight of him and Owen responds with a huge smile. He pauses for a moment at the top of the entrance, looking out at the crowd. Flashes can be seen all over the building as cameras are going off. The energy in the arena continues to build and Owen turns his attention to the ring with a look of determination in his eyes. Owen stretches his shoulders as he makes his way to the ring. He high-fives his fans while walking down the ramp before a short sprint. Owen slides under the bottom rope and springs to his feet inside the ring. Quickly bouncing off the ropes, Owen continues to warm up while his music begins to fade.

VASSA: ”Now, Kash isn’t the only one whos’ been on this journey to get here tonight. Owen Moon has beaten his share of opponents as well in the tournament and finds himself here with the chance to be the first ever 4CW champion.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s been impressive along the way and I’m sure there two will give us one hell of a show tonight.”
VASSA: ”Originally this was supposed to be a triple threat match with Donathan DuPaul added to the mix. Two weeks ago he severely injured his neck and hasn’t been cleared by medical staff yet in terms of competing once again.”
JOHNSON: ”In his first round, he destroyed his opponent, Nikki X. He scored a bye in the second round after the other two wrestlers competing in his bracket were unable to compete.”
VASSA: ”I’m willing to bet that he had a helping hand in that but as of now, nothing has been proven.”
JOHNSON: ”Those are some heavy allegations, Vinny. As of right now, it doesn’t even matter because tonight, Jason Kash and Owen Moon will compete for the championship and a place in 4CW history… forever.”
VASSA: ”Both stand across from each other with a close eye on the other. These two know what has to be done and I wouldn’t expect to see any funny business tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Larry Collins is our official tonight. Christopher Salieri is standing outside of the cage helping lock the door so neither party can escape. There’s only one way to win and that’s to climb above and grab that championship hanging over the ring.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think either party is interested in escaping that cage until a winner is crowned and after that, I would bet that the loser would rather stay inside the cage and fight for that strap again.”
JOHNSON: ”We shall see. Well, the cage is locked and Larry Collins looks ready to get this match started. Not only does Collins look ready but the two inside the ring and the fans here tonight look ready to step forward into the new era of 4CW with a champion crowned!”
Larry Collins signals for the bell as Kash and Owen stand across from each other, looking into each others eyes.
Owen makes the first move and walks towards the center of the ring as the crowd stands to their feet and wait in suspense of what’s about to happen within those four corners. Kash then looks around and nods his head at Owen and comes towards the center of the ring as well. The two meet in the center of the ring and stand eye to eye, check to chest and begin talking back and forth to one another. Kash makes the first move and swings a hard right hand but Owen throws his left arm up and blocks the punch and delivers a right to Kash’s stomach. Kash swings with another hard right and Owen blocks once again and delivers another right of his own to Kash’s stomach. Kash then swings another right hand and again, Owen blocks with his left arm. Kash then kicks at Owen’s stomach but on his toes again, Owen catches his foot and pulls him in close and slams him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

VASSA: ”Owen is on his toes tonight and ready for anything.”
JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago Kash embarrassed Jensen Knickerbocker in the ring but I think he can hang up doing it to Owen tonight!”
VASSA: ”Two weeks ago we also witnessed Owen step his game up and destroy and out-wrestle Max Haze in a quick match.”
Owen quickly rolls on top of Kash and grabs his arm, hooking an armbar and applying some serious pressure. Kash yells in pain as he fights it off and manages to roll, working himself loose and breaking the hold. The two quickly get up and lock up in the center of the ring. Owen pushes Kash across the ring and drives him into corner. Kash then drives Owen back across the ring and slams him into the corner. Owen fights back and pushes Kash back until they stop in the center of the ring, stuck as they push against each other but just cancel each other out. Owen then hooks Kash’s arm and flips him over as he drops to the mat. Kash rolls across the ring as Owen quickly gets up. Once Kash comes to a stop and gets up, Owen catches him in the chops with a dropkick and sends Kash to the ropes. Once his back meets the ropes, Kash flips over the top and crashes to the hard floor below.

VASSA: ”I was wondering how long it would take before the match found itself outside of the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”That looked like a painful fall for Kash. I hope he’s alright.”
VASSA: ”Believe me, Kash was bred for this! I’ve seen his body take punishment since 2006! This is nothing.”
Kash slowly gets to his feet as Owen goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Kash shakes his head back and forth as if he was shaking the pain off of him. Owen jumps into the air just as he looks up. Nailing Kash with a flying body splash, Owen connects with his body and sends him flying backwards to the cage. Kash’s back slams against the metal as Owen falls to the ground. Owen quickly gets up and rushes in on Kash who’s leaning against the cage, still on his feet. Owen goes to grab Kash but gets his head grabbed. Kash pops up and looks Owen in the eyes as he holds on to the back of his head. He runs his mouth for a moment and then spins around and slams Owen into the cage, face first. Kash doesn’t let go and slams his head again and goes for a third time, pulling Owen’s head back further than the time before. Owen quickly gives Kash an elbow to the stomach and breaks look from his grip. He then grabs Kash by the back of the head with both hands and slams his face into the cage and then slams him to the hard floor with a german suplex.

VASSA: ”Owen isn’t letting up. I thought Kash had him for a moment there…”
JOHNSON: ”Me too, but Owen got back at it and took control of the situation.”
Owen grabs Kash by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Kash rolls towards the center of the ring as Owen climbs the apron. Once he gets up and stands on his two feet, Kash pops up and rushes at him, nailing him with running elbow to the face. Owen falls back, off the apron, and crashes into the cage, back first. The sound echoes throughout the building. Owen quickly begins to pull himself up with help from the cage as Kash runs to the opposite ropes and bounces back, running towards him. Kash then leaps through the ropes, under the top, and flies outside of the ring and tackles Owen. The two crash into the cage and bounce to the hard floor.

JOHNSON: ”This match just barely started and Kash is already putting his body on the line.”
VASSA: ”I’ve always known him to sacrifice himself in the ring.”
The two struggle to get up, trying to beat the other to their feet. Kash makes it up first and slams down on Owen’s back with a double axe handle. Owen falls to the ground, face first. Kash kicks him a few times while he’s down and then picks him up. Kash delivers a hard European uppercut than sends Owen back a few steps, turning his back to him. Kash then locks on a sleeper hold. Owen quickly fights his way out of it and grabs Kash by the head and drops to the floor. He pulls Kash’s head with him and cracks his jaw across the top of his hard head.

VASSA: ”Jaw breaker!!!”
Kash pops up into the air and goes back a few steps. Owen gets up and kicks him in the midsection and grabs him by the back of the head, rolling him into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. Owen follows behind and slides into the ring. The two climb to their feet at the same time and Owen kicks Kash in the stomach again and forces him to bend over in pain. Owen then wraps his arm around Kash’s head and drives his head into the mat with a snap DDT. Kash rolls around, holding his head and Owen goes to the corner, and climbs the turnbuckle again. As Kash gets to his feet, Owen jumps in the air and comes at him with a missile dropkick. Just as Owen gets close, Kash sidesteps the kick and grabs Owen by the head and slams it into the mat with the momentum he had built from the top rope. A loud thud screams through the building as Owen bounces up about a foot in the air. Kash wastes no time and grabs both of Owen’s feet and spreads his legs. kash then drops a series of knees to Owen’s crotch. After about four or five, Kash slams his feet to the ground and then jumps into the air and comes down, driving his feet into Owen’s ankles.

JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to keep your opponent off their feet.”
VASSA: ”With the championship on the line, I can promise that these two would do anything to each other to secure that title.”
JOHNSON: ”If he keeps this up, Owen won’t be able to even stand or climb that ladder.”
VASSA: ”I just remembered something that a lot of people don’t know out there.”
JOHNSON: ”What’s that, Vinny?”
VASSA: ”Kash was arrested a few days ago after causing some sort of big disturbance at a YMCA.”
JOHNSON: ”I heard about that too. Apparently he was beating up some little kids.”
VASSA: ”Everyone has their own way of training. To each his own, I guess.”
JOHNSON: ”Well, he’s out and made it here for the matchup tonight. Owen isn’t a kid so we’ll see how he does as these two continue beating each other for that South-West title hanging over the ring.”
Kash taunts Owen while he’s down and then grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Owen tries to make a move but Kash knees him in the stomach and forces him to bend over. Kash then raises his right arm in the air and comes down with a hard elbow to Owen’s spine. Owen falls to the mat, face first. Kash then runs to the ropes and comes back, He flips in the air and comes down on Owen’s back with a running senton. Kash bounces off and comes to his feet. Owen lays in the center of the ring and holds his back in pain. Kash then walks over to him and pulls him up by the back of his head again. Kash then hooks Owen’s head and arm and then lifts him into the air. Kash holds him up for a short moment and then drops him to the mat with a brainbuster. Owen’s body bounces across the ring as Kash slowly gets up and looks down at him. Kash then turns to the ladder on the outside of the ring and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Kash picks the ladder up off the ground and slides it under the bottom rope into the ring.

VASSA: ”The ladder is in the ring!!!”
JOHNSON: ”I’ve been wondering when this would become a factor in the matchup.”
Kash rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring. He grabs the ladder and lifts it up as Owen is still down in the center of the ring. Kash hits Owen across the back with the ladder and then slams it onto his body, leaving it resting on top of him. Kash then runs to the ropes again and comes back this time, drop kicking the ladder, pressing the edges into Owen’s body. Owen releases a yell of pain as he rolls away and gets out from under the ladder. Kash gets back up and walks over to Owen. He grabs him and lifts him up once more only to get driven back as Owen fights another wind and drives his shoulder into Kash’s stomach, forcing him towards the corner and crashing into the turnbuckle. Owen then delivers a series of punches. Kash tries to defend them but comes up short each time as Owen attacks different areas of the body with each punch, one after the other. Owen then grabs Kash by his arm and pulls back with all his might, throwing him to the corner on the opposite side of the ring. As Kash runs towards the corner, his foot barely catches the end of the ladder and he trips, rolling the rest of the way to the corner and crashes into the bottom of the turnbuckle.
Owen hurries and rushes towards Kash and meets him just as he gets to his feet. Owen kicks Kash in the stomach and then drops a double axe handle across his back. Kash manages to stay on his feet. Owen then grabs the back of his head and slams Kash’s face into his knee. Owen then knees Kash in the stomach and hooks Kash’s arm and head and lifts him into the air in the vertical position. Owen drops Kash with a vertical suplex across the ladder. Kash’s back makes contact with the metal as he releases a yell of his own from the pain. Kash rolls around on top of the ladder, holding his back in pain as Owen slowly gets to feet across the ring.

JOHNSON: ”The ladder has only been in the ring for a short moment and both wrestlers have managed to use it to their advantage.”
VASSA: ”I think Kash broke his back!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think it’s broken but he does appear to be in a world of pain.”
Owen makes his way towards Kash and pulls him up by the back of his head and pants. Kash takes a blind swing but misses as Owen side steps. Owen then kicks him in the stomach and plants him into the ladder, head first with a snap DDT. Blood begins to trickle from Kash’s forehead. Owen gets back to his feet and rolls Kash out of the ring, to the outside. Owen then grabs the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring and takes that first step as he ascends towards the championship. Making his way to the top of the ladder, Owen reaches for the belt but out of nowhere, Kash slides into the ring and runs towards the ladder. Owen notices and but it doesn’t matter as Kash pushes the ladder over with all of his strength. As the ladder tips over, Owen holds on for as long as he can before he jumps off and flies over the top rope to the outside of the ring and crashes into the cage.

Owen leans against the cage, unable to move as the pain sinks in from the vicious fall. Kash looks up at the championship hanging over his head but then looks back down at Owen on the outside. Kash then walks towards the ropes and exits the ring. He slowly walks over to Owen and grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet. Kash gives him a series of punches to the head and then follows up with a big European uppercut, knocking Owen back a few steps, slamming into the cage. Kash then grabs Owen by the back of the head and pants and then runs with Owen, slinging him into the ring post, head first. Owen’s face smashes into the metal just before his body drops to the ground like a sack of rocks.

JOHNSON: ”These two are going to feel it in the morning.”
VASSA: ”I’ll be surprised that either of these two walk out of the building tonight on their own strength.”
Kash wipes the blood from his face and looks back inside the ring while Owen is down on the ground. Kash climbs the apron but slips and falls back to the floor. He laughs a bit in an attempt to play it off and climbs the apron once more. He enters the ring underneath the top rope. Just as he takes a step towards the ladder, a hand grabs his foot and pulls his leg out from under him.

JOHNSON: ”Owen isn’t giving up just yet!”
Kash smashes his face into the mat as Owen doesn’t let go of his foot and pulls him out of the ring, underneath the bottom rope. With half of Kash’s body out of the ring, Owen gives one more hard tug and pulls Kash completely out. Kash’s head slams into the hard floor as Owen loses his grip and falls back a few steps and hits the cage. Owen bounces off and comes back at Kash and drops a knee to his lower back. Owen slowly gets up as Kash does as well. He grabs Kash by the head and slings him into the cage, face first. Owen then grabs Kash’s head with both hands and presses his face harder into the cage. Owen then drags Kash along the cage, keeping his face pressed to the metal as each link digs into his face. Once they get to the end of the side, Owen pulls Kash’s head back and slams it into the cage one last time before letting go and watching Kash drop to his knees.

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago we watched as Owen showed how aggressive he can be in the ring as he advanced in the tournament. Tonight, he’s showing that side as well.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s already busted Kash wide open and not he’s just ripping that laceration open even more.”
Owen pulls Kash back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, under the bottom rope. Owen follows behind and gets up before Kash. He then picks Kash up and pulls him towards the ladder in the ring and drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Both of their backs collide with the ladder. They roll in opposite directions as they hold their backs in pain. The two slowly get to their feet as the crowd watches on the edge of their seats. They finally get up and walk towards each other and exchange blows. Owen then hits Kash with a big right hand, Kash fires back with a right of his own and knocks Owen back a step. Owen then lunges forward with a haymaker but Kash ducks and steps in behind him and jumps. Kash then grabs the back of Owen’s head and hits him with a jumping back to back cutter.

JOHNSON: ”U.T.I.!!!”
VASSA: ”Owen Moon is officially under the influence.”
Owen’s body bounces up and away from Kash. Kash pops to his feet with excitement and looks over at Owen who is motionless. Kash then grabs the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring. He grabs the ladder on both sides and takes that first step. The crowd gets loud with cheers as Kash continues with a second and third step. Kash makes his way to the top as the crowd pops with a loud cheer.

JOHNSON: ”I can’t believe it!”
VASSA: ”Owen Moon is back to his feet!!!”
Owen grabs the ladder and shakes it but Kash manages to keep his footing. Owen then climbs the other side of the ladder and makes his way to the top. Kash hits him in the back of the head as he makes his way up but doesn’t slow him down one bit. Owen gets face to face with Kash and the two go back and forth with hard punches. Owen then grabs Kash with both hands and slams his forehead into Kash’s face. Kash loses his balance and goes down a step but manages to keep position on the ladder. Owen reaches up and grabs the belt, pulling at it. Kash looks up and punches Owen below the belt, causing him to bend over in pain as the pain sinks in to his stomach. Kash then locks his arms onto Owen and slams him off the ladder with a T-bone powerslam.

JOHNSON: ”I have no idea what that move is called but this could very well be the end of a long, hard fought finale to our show tonight.”
VASSA: ”That U.T.I. didn’t finish Owen off earlier so I wouldn’t be surprised if he bounced back from this devastating move.”
JOHNSON: ”Kash is slow to get up as it appears he banged up his hip from the fall.”
The ladder still manages to stand in the center of the ring after that impact and rattle of the ring. Kash finally gets to his feet and ascends the ladder one more time. He makes his way to the top and reaches above for the championship, getting both hands around it.

VASSA: ”He’s not finished yet!!!”
Owen gets back up and pushes the ladder over. Kash gets the title unhooked and brings it down with him as he flies over the top rope and crashes on the hard floor on the outside of the ring. He rolls and slams into the cage but manages to keep his grasp on the belt. The ref calls for the bell as Owen Moon stands in the ring and looks disappointed.

VASSA: ”Kash did it, Kash has won!!!”
JOHNSON: ”We have our first ever 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion.”
VASSA: ”And to think,. he was sitting in a cell a couple of days ago and now he’s inside of that cage, a champion.”
Kash slowly begins to get to his feet as he holds the championship in his hands. Perry Wallace walks towards the cage and pulls out a key, unlocked the door and walking inside the cage, where the madness just took place. Perry climbs the steps and enters the ring as Kash’s music plays over the building. Perry walks over to Owen and shakes his hand and then raises his arm in the air. The crowd gives him a round of applause. Owen then pulls his arm away and walks over to the ropes where Kash is finally up to his feet on the outside. Owen reaches over the ropes and pats Kash on the back. Kash quickly turns as he gets startled. He nods at Owen and then holds the title up in the air and turns around to face the crowd.

VASSA: ”These people are loving it tonight. The hometown favorite has did it!”
Owen then leaves the ring and makes his way towards the back. Kash rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring. The ref walks over to him and raises his arm in the air as Kash holds the championship up with his other arm.

POWERS: ”Your winner and 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion… JASON KKAAASSSSHHHHH!!!”
The crowd pops loud as Kash celebrates. Perry then walks over to Kash and shakes his hand before raising it in the air once more. All of a sudden, Kash’s music ends and a drum roll is heard over the speakers.

JOHNSON: ”That sounds familiar…”
The drum beat pounds into “Last of the Real” by Stone Sour. The crowd pops with a positive reaction as the “Suicide Messiah”, Gordie James steps out from the back with the defunct Rampage Wrestling Heavyweight championship draped over his shoulder. A woman walks beside him, Ivy Pierce.

VASSA: ”It’s Rampage Wrestling’s heavyweight champion!”
JOHNSON: ”You mean, it was Rampage Wrestling’s champion. They’ve been out of commission as a handful have come here. Some are still signed with 4CW while others have been released.”
Gordie and Ivy stands at the entrance and pulls out a microphone as Perry, Kash and everyone else in the building watch in silence.

JAMES: “Glad everyone knows who I am, for those who don’t, I’m Gordie James and I’m here for that belt you just won.”
Gordie then points towards the ring, at Kash who holds the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.

WALLACE: ”Just wait a damn second! You think you can just come in here and be handed a title shot? You haven’t even signed a 4CW contract. Last I heard, Morrison only spoke with you.”
JAMES: “Oh yea, I forgot about that. Ivy…”
Ivy reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and pen. Gordie grabs them both and signs the paper before tossing it in front of him, letting it float to the ground.

JAMES: “There’s you contract, Perry.”
WALLACE: ”That’s all fin and dandy, but, I’m still wondering what gives you the right to demand a title shot. Is it because of what you have on your shoulder right there?”
JAMES: “I think that proves my qualifications.”
WALLACE: ”The championship of a dead company, a title in which you never even defended. Sorry Gordie, but, I think I’m going to decline your request.”
JAMES: “Well then, as my entrance theme so eloquently states, I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want.”
WALLACE: ”I guess I could always just have security come out here, remove you from the building and rough you in a little bit. But, I have a better idea. Let me tell you what I’m going to do, Gordie. How about I give you the opportunity to do what you were never able to do in Rampage Wrestling. How about I give you the chance to finally defend that defunct strap you have on your shoulder in a 4CW ring.”
Gordie listens as the fans cheer. Kash just looks on as the two continue.

WALLACE: ”I could adopt and absorb your useless strap you have there and rename it to something that suits 4CW a little better. Hell, we just crowned one champion and now I have a vision to crown another in a completely different atmosphere than the rules and regulations of a South-West Heavyweight championship match. I’ve always been a fan of carnage and chaos in the ring, anarchy if you will. What if I were to book you over the next few shows in a series of extreme type matches. If you can make it to the end and hold onto that strap, I’ll make it a second championship here and crown you the champion. Whoever beats you, will become the champion and continue in the series of opponents. By the reaction I’m getting from you, I think this is right up your alley. Now, if you don’t have anything else to say, we’re running out of time and you’re stealing the spotlight from THE first EVER champion in 4CW history, JASON KASH!”
JAMES: “Oh yea, about that… one more thing and this is directed at you.”
Gordie points at Kash as the crowd pops.

JAMES: “Hell of a match out here tonight, Kash. You know as well as I do that you and I have unfinished business. We were the best RW had to offer and we were on a collision course the likes of which has never been seen. You know as well as I do what we have to prove to each other is bigger and more important than any belt. Just know that I’m on your horizon and what we do next is going to be epic. I’ll go through Perry’s challenge but when I finish that up with ease, I’m coming for you.”
Gordie drops the mic and slowly backs away from the stage as Kash and Perry watch.

JOHNSON: ”Someone just turned the heat up around here!”
VASSA: ”I don’t know what excites me more. Seeing Gordie James go through the series of opponent to crown a new type of champion in 4CW or the two of them climbing in the ring with one another and tearing each other limb from limb.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight, folks. We catch you in two weeks under our newly signed television deal with HBO Sports. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa. Good night everyone!”
Perry raises Kash’s arm in the air once more as Kash looks down at the championship. The crowd cheers our new champion as the scene slowly fades out.