ADRENALINE E02 (010)



ADRENALINE E02 (010)
PHOENIX THEATRE [PHOENIX, ARIZONA]
APRIL 28TH, 2014

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another episode of 4CW Monday Night Adrenaline! I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! We have a packed card for you tonight folks that is guaranteed to leave you begging for more!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed we do! But first thing’s first, earlier tonight in our preliminaries, Niobe Martin defeated Jason Lee and Eric Paisano in a triple threat match that started the night off for the fans here tonight. You can see it for yourself online but right now, I know you’re all ready for the card we have for tonight!”

VASSA: ”I know I am! First off we kick things off with the second half of the first round in the tag team tournament to crown the tag team champions.”

JOHNSON: ”Billy and The Kidd together create Team Slayer and they’ll be facing off against a random pairing of Duke Thunder and XTC who had an impressive debut last week.”

VASSA: ”I’m really looking forward to what these guys have to bring to the tag division. Next up, Shane Borderland finally makes his debut in 4CW after popping in at the past few shows. He gets to face off against Stefan Raab, a member of House of Howe.”

JOHNSON: ”The buzz on the street has been that these two have always wanted to face off against each other and Perry made it happen with tonight Adrenaline. Speaking of debuts, Jackson Ford makes his debut tonight against the lovely, Kandi Washington.”

VASSA: ”It’s always a pleasure to see her in the ring and not just for the good looks but for the level of competition she brings. Tonight will be her first match in 4CW against a man and I can guarantee that she isn’t backing down one bit.”

JOHNSON: ”Ever since Masahiro Kojima returned to 4CW he has been impressive and tonight he gets to show off his talents against 4CW’s very own superhero, Roxi Johnson.”

VASSA: ”I love the charisma that Roxi brings to the ring and I’m rooting for her tonight as he faces off against Kojima. Next up, we have two co-headline matches for tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Our first one will be an extreme table match as Nathaniel Havok challenges The Red Pioneer for the Extreme Television championship.”

VASSA: ”This should be a good one. And if it wasn’t enough, Perry Wallace tweeted today that he had a special surprise in regards to this match.”

JOHNSON: ”I wonder what it could be?”

VASSA: ”Me too. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. NExt up we get another tag match for the tag tournament as Average Joe and Pat Gordon Jr. face off against Alec Quartermain and “Young” Mannie Romero.”

JOHNSON: ”At 4CW 008, Pat and Alec wrestled against each other and Pat came out with the close win. Tonight I’m guess that he will be seeking vengeance but all I can think about is Pat Gordon Jr. finally getting in the ring with “Young” Mannie.”

VASSA: ”It isn’t the singles match we’re all hoping for but it will do for now!”

JOHNSON: ”Then we have our main event for the night as Jason Phoenix will challenge Jason Cashe for the South-West Heavyweight championship in a rematch from 4CW 008 that ended in a no contest.”

VASSA: ”This will be a last man standing, no outside interference match that can only end with one man as the winner. Someone has to win and will win before the night is over.”

JOHNSON: ”If anyone from either associated party interfere’s tonight, the violating wrestler will lose and the title will change hands if it’s on Cashe’s part. This match is locked and sealed for all night action.”

VASSA: ”We’re in Phoenix at the Phoenix Theatre. Jason Phoenix is challenging for the championship. This could very well be the night of the Phoenix.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t get ahead of yourself Vinny because we all know that Jason Cashe isn’t going down without a fight. Well folks, that’s a quick roundup preview of tonights card. Lets get to it.”

VASSA: ”I’m ready. The fans are ready. Are you ready, Steve?”

JOHNSON: ”I’m ready. Lets get to it!”

VASSA: ”BRING IT ON!!!”

UNDERCARD
TEAM SLAYER (BILLY & THE KIDD) VS. DUKE THUNDER & XTC

As the cameras focus in the ring, Billy and his brother the Kidd are in the far corner of the ring as they are stretching, bouncing back and forth as they stare up at the entrance ramp. As the cameras fade away from the ring, they focus on DJ Powers who introduces the newcomers.

POWERS: ”The opening is the qualifying rounds of the 4CW World Tag Team Championships’ tournament, introducing first, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, they are the team of Billy and The Kidd… TEAM SLAYER!”

JOHNSON: ”These young newcomers have bright futures as they are hoping to advance in the tag team title tournament. They have the random pairing of XTC and Duke Thunder to get pass first.”

VASSA: ”It’s not going to be an easy task for team Slayer, but hey, at least they made it to the main card!”

POWERS: ”And introducing their opponents, first billed from Lexington, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, and standing in at six feet… DUKE THUNDER!”

The lights cut out as Thunderstruck by AC/DC blares out over the PA system. The strobes begin to flicker as Duke Thunder bursts out from behind the curtains to a series of cheers. Duke begins to swagger down to the ring side taking in the atmosphere as he does. Stepping into the ring, he blows a cheeky kiss to the camera; He slowly slumps into the turn buckle and positions himself for the match.

JOHNSON: ”This man has a lot of attitude. I can’t wait to see what he has to offer in this tag team match.”

VASSA: ”I just hope he knows there is no “I” in team.”

POWERS: ”And his partner, billed from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, and standing in at five feet, eleven inches… XTC!”

The lights dim down to green as fog fills the entrance way and ring. “Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites” by Skrillex cues up. The crowd looks around a bit as the intro continues. A computer altered voice comes on for a few seconds followed by a woman screaming ‘Oh my God!” The beat then takes a darker tone as X.T.C. and Molly make their way towards the ring. He ignores fans the entire way, as they are giving him obscene gestures and booing. He slides in under the bottom rope and spins around the ring looking out at the crowd with his arms out. He climbs one of the turnbuckles and throws his arms up like he is the greatest thing in the world.

VASSA: ”Here is one of my favorite guys on the roster, but I just hate that he has to be in this pitiful tag team.”

JOHNSON: ”Pitiful team? I don’t see it. I think any team can work Vinny.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”Here we go, XTC and the Kidd to kick off this tag match.

XTC and the Kidd lock up. XTC whips off the ropes and catches him coming off with a standing Hurracanrana. XTC pops back to his feet and lays a boot to the Kidd. XTC whips him into his team’s corner and set him up for a Tornado DDT. Duke slaps XTC on the back, tagging himself in, just before XTC lands it.

VASSA: ”Looks like there is a bit of animosity between Duke and XTC.”

JOHNSON: ”Both these men are highly competitive and it seems to be spilling over into this random pairing.”

Duke climbs through the ropes as the referee forces XTC to get out of the ring. He drags the Kidd to his feet and throws him into the ropes hammering to the mat with a massive clothesline. Duke stomps the Kidd several times before he climbs the turnbuckles, leaps off with a diving knee drop, and misses. The Kidd rolls to his corner and tags in Billy as Duke gets back to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”Duke and XTC have been having their way so far with the Kidd . . . ”

VASSA: ”. . . but here comes Billy. Maybe he can turn it around. ”

Billy charges at Duke, but Duke catches him with a sitout spinebuster. Billy rolls to his knees in agony as Duke climbs the opposite end turnbuckle. Duke leaps off and lands a diving bulldog driving Billy face first into the mat. Duke goes toward his corner where XTC wants the tag. Duke shrugs him off and turns his back. XTC reaches over the ropes and tags himself in.

VASSA: ”These two guys don’t seem to be on the same page.”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe not, but there are definitely getting the job done.”

Billy gets to his feet as XTC comes out firing with kicks and punches. XTC boots Billy in the gut and smashes him with a double knee face breaker. XTC lays Billy out flat on his back, springs off the second rope and lands a picture perfect moonsault. He quickly gets back to his feet and lands another one.

JOHNSON: ”That moonsault was so nice he hit it twice.”

All of a sudden, the big screen begins to flicker during the match. It goes black as blue letters appears that read “NewGen Rising.”

VASSA: ”What? … XTC could probably go for the pin at any time, but he’s having too much fun to end it now.”

XTC pulls Billy back to his feet and pushes him into the corner. He lifts up and places him on turnbuckle. XTC leaps, catches his legs around Billy’s neck and lands the Frankensteiner. He goes for the cover and the referee makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”What a close call with that move! I thought the Kidd was going to be unable to kick out.”

. . . just before the referee’s hand comes down for the final time, the Kidd comes in to break up the pin. Duke climbs through the ropes and lies in to Kidd with heavy punches. Duke kicks the Kidd in the stomach, lifts him for the Thunderstruck Scoop Brainbuster, and drops him. XTC climbs to the top rope and corkscrews off, landing the MOLL-E. He hooks the leg and the referee makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”What a sensational move.”

VASSA: ”What a dominant performance.”

The referee raises Duke and XTC’s arms in victory as they eye each other cautiously.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners the team of… DUKE THUNDER AND XTC!”

“Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites” hits as XTC gets his arm raised up and Duke Thunder stares at him. He then grabs the referee and yells, “raise my arm.” The referee obliges as XTC and Duke exchange some words as they continue to stand in the ring.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like there’s some bugs to be worked out on this odd pairing of Duke Thunder and XTC.”

VASSA: ”They better get on the same page because they have three potentially dangerous teams lurking in the background.”

JOHNSON: ”You have to believe Vinny, in order to become the first-ever 4CW tag team champions, they will need better team chemistry in order to win the tournament.”

VASSA: ”They shouldn’t even bother with their quests because my money is on Sweet Annihilation baby!”

As the scene opens up we see Perry Wallace sat at his desk backstage sorting through some papers. We hear a knock at the door and Wallace turns his attention upwards.

WALLACE: “Come in.”

The door opens and we see Masahiro Kojima walk in, followed by the much larger Tatsuhiko Matsuhita, and they shut the door behind them.

WALLACE: “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

KOJIMA: “Rumor has it that you’re looking for a bodyguard?”

WALLACE: “That rumor could be true. Certain folks around here want to lay hands on me, bite the hand that feeds them!”

Kojima smiles as he pulls the seat back from under the opposite side of Wallace’s desk, he sits down and relaxes slightly with the larger Matsuhita stood behind him.

KOJIMA: “Well, I’d like to take this opportunity to formally introduce you to Tatsuhiko Matsuhita. Tatsuhiko can more than handle himself and is very well practiced in the art of protection services.”

Wallace stands up and eyes the large, masked man before sitting back down and looking at Kojima.

WALLACE: “I suppose I can put him on trial for the position. He’s a big boy and I don’t think Cashe is stupid enough to cross him. Then again, he’s just an inbred grommet crying for attention.”

Kojima nods in acceptance before standing and neatly pushing the chair under his desk, he turns and grabs at the door handle and opens the door to leave but is interrupted by Perry Wallace, who stands from his seated position.

WALLACE: “Are you going to tell me what the fee is?”

Kojima laughs as he turns back to face Mr. Wallace momentarily.

KOJIMA: “No charge, but we’ll be in touch. I may need a small favor from you down the road.”

With that last statement, Kojima turns and walks out of the office leaving Perry Wallace and Tatsuhiko Matsuhita together as the scene cuts to ringside.

UNDERCARD
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. STEFAN RAAB

JOHNSON: ”Up next we get Shane Borderland finally making his debut against a House of Howe member, Stefan Raab.”

VASSA: ”We’ve been seeing a lot of Shane lately and tonight is the big night he makes his first official ring appearance in 4CW!”

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing the first competitor in this Match…From San Diego, California! He is “The Bad Boy” SHAAANNE BOORRRDERRRRLAAAAANNNND!!!”

As the lights dim throughout the arena, orangestrobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva blares through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

VASSA: “This is his debut in 4CW and he looks return for his return to the ring, I can truly say I’m excited!”

POWERS: “Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 230 pounds coming from Cologne Germany, “The Killerplauze” STTEEFFFFAAAAN RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAB!!”

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.

JOHNSON: “These two have talked publicly about wanting a match against each other and 4CW obliged with Borderland’s debut match! Both of them look so ready, so prepared for this match!”

VASSA: “Stefan Raab doesn’t look like he wants to wait for the bell! Let’s get this thing going!”

The rush from their corners as the referee signals for the bell and the match goes underway. Slamming into each other like Destruction Derby they lock up but not in a grapple but a punching trade off. Shot after shot they trade off punches and elbows as they stand in close range just blasting one another. Raab cheaply pokes Borderland in the eyes and takes control early, he pounds a stiff forearm down into Borderland’s back before setting him up and pulling him into a whipping Irish whip across the ring. Borderland hits the ropes and Stefan Raab is there to meet him before he can spring off the ropes. Raab plows into him and they both fall through the ropes and bounce to the outside.

VASSA: “These two are unloading on each other! They’ve dropped outside the ring and already brawling again!!”

On their feet at ringside, Borderland shoves Raab back and drives into him with a clothesline that takes him off his feet. With Raab down, Borderland proceeds to stomping into the body of his opponent. He hurries and rips Raab off the floor but Stefan Raab drives an uppercut that catches Borderland to the tip of his chin and stumbles him backwards. A toe kick to the midsection and Stefan Raab plants Shane Borderland with a vicious DDT to the ring side floor. The referee reaches 5 on the count out.

JOHNSON: “Half way through the count, these guys better get back in the ring!”

VASSA: “I think they’re both preoccupied with the fight! They are outright brawling and count outs shouldn’t matter!”

JOHNSON: “But they do in this match and neither man wants this match to end in a Count Out. I know Borderland doesn’t, not with this being his debut in 4CW!”

Trying to sit up, Borderland looks up to see Stefan Raab stepping back a few steps before rushing forward and slapping a kick into Borderland’s chest which knocks him back down from his sitting position at ring side. As Raab tries to roll into the ring though, Borderland latches onto one of his legs, preventing him from entering the ring as the referee gets to the count of 7. Barely on his feet with Raab’s leg still being held, Shane Borderland whips Raab’s leg with a Dragon Screw and twists him over as he flops onto the floor himself.

Borderland turns and hurries back to the ring and goes to climb up onto the ring apron but Stefan Raab is right on his tail. He pounds into Borderland’s back as he reaches for the ropes to pull himself up and locks Borderland around the waist as if Raab plans on hitting his trademark German Suplex but Borderland drives back a few elbows into the side of Raab’s face. The referee approaches 9 on the count as Raab releases his grasp on Borderland and Shane Borderland pushes off the ring apron and springs back hitting a side twisting Moonsault like move that takes them both to the ring side floors. The referee reaches 10 and calls for the bell to an arena full of disappointed boos!

VASSA: “Oh come on! This is so unfair!!”

JOHNSON: “Wait, wait, let’s hear how Powers calls it..”

POWERS: “As a Result of Count Out, this match ends with a Double Count Out Finish..”

The fans disappointed drop their boos as Shane Borderland and Stefan Raab don’t stop their fighting just because of a Count Out. Both men on their feet trade big shots, Raab goes for a second but Borderland ducks it and spins around as Raab stumbles from the miss. Borderland leaps up and his his Reverse Back Stabber he calls “Spinal Tap” and Stefan Raab bounces back first off Borderland’s tucked knees and rolls in pain on the ring side floor. Fans begin to chant for the match to be restarted as they scream

“LET THEM FIGHT”

“LET THEM FIGHT”

“LET THEM FIGHT”

Feeling the need to cap things off, Shane Borderland bends over to pull Raab up and finish him off but as Raab gets his feet under him, he slips out of Shane’s grasp and connects with an Ace Cutter that Raab calls “The Killercutter”. Now both men on the floor are drained of all fight but still find a means to try and get back to their feet. Suddenly House Of Howe Leader, Tidus Howe rushes out from the back and the fans erupt in cheers.

JOHNSON: “What’s he doing out here? Is he here to help his client Stefan Raab? Borderland better watch out…”

VASSA: “The history that Borderland has with Jason Cashe, one must wonder if Cashe himself will come out if Tidus Howe comes into danger against Borderland? What’s he doing?”

As he reaches the ring side area, Tidus Howe stands to where he is in between both Shane Borderland and Stefan Raab. He shoves back Raab and turns quickly around holding up both hands to stop Borderland. The camera close to the scene picks up Howe’s audio.

HOWE: “Stop! Just stop, stand down both of you!”

Both of them begin to calm down but still swipe at one another when the opening presents itself. He turns to Borderland with an offer.

HOWE: “Let’s talk! Let’s head to the back and have ourselves a conversation, please? Just give me 10 minutes of your time alright?”

Hesitant, Shane Borderland nods and agrees. Tidus Howe leans at Raab and whispers into his ear briefly and he turns and heads to the back mouthing off at the situation. Borderland cautious as he walks next to Tidus Howe and they head up the ramp way and into the back leaving the fans in curious standing.

INTERMISSION

UNDERCARD
JACKSON FORD VS. KANDI WASHINGTON

JOHNSON: ”And up next, we are going to see the debut of Jackson Ford as he prepares to wrestle against the self-proclaimed Queen of 4CW Kandi Washington.”

VASSA: ”I heard these two have had beef since their minor confrontation on twitter earlier in the week. This one is surely going to be an explosive clash of egos.”

POWERS: ”The following is a standard one falls match and introducing first, billed from Sin City, Nevada, standing in at five feet, eight inches, and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds: she is the First Lady of 4CW… KANDI WASHINGTON!!”

“Bitch, please” by Jeffree Starr plays over the p.a. system this live Las Vegas’ crowd rise to their feet and begin booing as well as chanting “whore” loudly enough for everybody in the Jubilee theater can hear it. The black entrance curtains swing open and Kandi Washington slowly struts out to the top of the ramp. She pauses at the top of the ramp and kicks her feet back as she tosses her hair behind her shoulders, wiggling it freely. She raises her nose at the booing fans and starts strutting down the ramp with one hand on her hip and the other down at her side. She makes her way down the ramp. She ignores the fans who try to touch her as she makes her way to the front of the ring. She pretends to backhand a fan before laughing it off and hopping on the ring apron. She steps back and flips her hair forward as she poses with her leg up against the second rope. She sets it down and goes over the second rope. She takes off her sleeveless jacket and tosses it to the crew outside the ring. She starts to strut across the ring as she wiggles her cute little ass in black boy shorts.

VASSA: ”Have I told you how much I love that devil woman?”

JOHNSON: ”Too many times. I’m glad to see she doesn’t have anybody accompanying her. Maybe she’s actually going to fight her own battle.

POWERS: ”And introducing her opponent, billed from Charlotte, North Carolina, standing in at six feet, two inches, and weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds… JACKSON FORD!”

The arena goes pitch black, as Red and blue strobe lights flash through the arena. Across the screens, pictures of Jackson Ford inside the ring flashes before fading to static.

“This moment in time”

“This moment defined”

“How is it I feel nothing?”

Voice over: “Corrupt Entertainment proudly brings to you: A modern day Outlaw. “The Loaded Gun” Jackson Ford.”

“Wanted Dead or Alive” blasts over the load speakers. A single Spot light hits the Entrance Ramp as “The Loaded Gun” Jackson Ford steps out, his face is covered with a black and red handkerchief. He makes his way to the ring. He walks around the ring before entering through the bottom ropes

JOHNSON: ”Jackson definitely has to prove himself in this company and who better to go up against than the resident loudmouth Kandi Washington? Let’s see if Jackson Ford can beat Kandi Washington for her first time in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Jackson Ford would be better off against Jason Cashe because at least then he would have a chance, but the flawless Queen Kandi? Never!”

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”It looks like Kandi and Jackson aren’t wasting anytime as they go to confront each other.”

As Kandi and Jackson approach each other in the middle of the ring, the exchange of words start. Then Kandi follows it up with a hard slap across the face of Jackson and Jackson clutches his cheek as he stares at Kandi with a grin across his face. Kandi swings with another hard slap, but he catches her by the wrist. He spins her around and tosses her down to the canvas before releasing the grip. She rubs her wrist as she looks up at him horrified.

VASSA: ”Kandi is slowly Jackson Ford just why she’s the Queen of 4CW!”

JOHNSON: “It doesn’t look like Jackson is running away though.”

As Jackson walks over as Kandi gets up to her feet. She thumbs her finger up on Jackson’s forehead and starts to back him up against the ropes. He looks down as Kandi surprises him with a toe kick to the midsection. She goes for a second, but he catches her leg and clotheslines her back on the canvas. Kandi holds the back of her head as Jackson starts to circle her on the mat.

JOHNSON: ”And Kandi has just been floored!”

VASSA: ”What kind of man pulls a woman’s hair?”

Jackson leans down and grabs a handful of her hair. He starts to pull her up as the referee warns him about hair grabbing. After lifting her to her feet, he releases the hair and grabs her right wrist as he releases her into the ropes. She rebounds with a kick to the chest. Jackson flings up and holds his chest as she kicks him straight in the groin’.

VASSA: ”What a blow to the family’s jewel!”

JOHNSON: ”Right in front of the referee, but it doesn’t look like it had any effect on her.”

Kandi looks surprised as he then suckers her in with a toe kick to the midsection. He hugs her clothesline and connects with a belly to belly side suplex. He kneels up and slowly slides his hand into his tights. He pulls out a cup as he sets it on her chest and extends his hand out as the fans cheer.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like Jackson was two feet ahead of Kandi and not a bad idea.”

VASSA: ”Jackson should have been disqualified!”

He stands up and he goes to lift Kandi, but she surprises him with a small package, but he manages to kick out before the count of one. He’s quickly up to his feet and he rushes toward Kandi, but she takes him face down with a drop toe hold. She holds her chest as she gets up her feet as she grabs Jackson by both sides of his hair and leaps up as she drills his face on the canvas with a sit-out facebuster.

VASSA: ”And Jackson got a face full of canvas with that one!”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s see if Kandi is able to capitalize on it Vinny before you get too excited.”

Jackson holds his face and she stands over his upper body as she begins to proactively grind her body as she slides her hands up and down her curves. She leans down and starts pounding the back of the head into the canvas, but Jackson using his strength flips her over the head and backflips on top of her as he holds her arms to the canvas. The referee starts to count, but she kicks out after one.

JOHNSON: ”Interesting maneuvering we have going on right here Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Oh Jackson just wanted to be on top of her. What a pig! Everybody knows Kandi loves her some Vinny Vassa!”

Jackson is first up to her feet and he whips her into the ropes. As she rebounds off the ropes, he leans down and flips her up with a back body drop. She arches her back off the canvas as she holds her back. Jackson runs at her and takes her down with a clothesline. Kandi rolls up to her feet and he lifts her up onto his shoulders, but she manages to slide down off. Kandi spins him around and he clocks her with a toe kick to the stomach, followed by a standing swinging neckbreaker. Kandi holds her neck in pain as he quickly lifts her up by the hair.

VASSA: ”It looks like Jackson is getting the best of Kandi, but it’s totally unfair!”

JOHNSON: ”Kandi claim she could hang, maybe next time she’ll be a little more humble Vinny.”

As Kandi is up all on fours, crawling toward the ropes—Jackson grabs her by the back of her neck and lifts her up to her feet. He whips her into the ropes and she rebounds, but as he goes for a spinning heel kick, she ducks, and runs off the opposite side of the ring. She rebounds off those ropes and catches Jackson with a modified spearing tackle. She gets up as Jackson does to as he clenching his stomach. She goes for a roundhouse kick, but he ducks. She turns around and he lifts her up with a spin-out spinebuster.

JOHNSON: ”This has got to be the end for Kandi Washington. She doesn’t look like she’s moving.”

VASSA: ”I think she might need CPR Steve! Can we get a medic?”

Jackson leans down and lifts her up as he locks her up with a front grapple, but as he slouches down at the knees, Kandi starts to battle out with elbows to the back of his neck. He breaks the hold and she stumbles backwards. He runs at her and pushes her into the corner. He backs up before running back at her, but she gets a right foot up to his face. She hops on the second rope as he comes back. She leaps up with her legs around his head, but he grabs her instead. He powerbombs Kandi to the mat, just prior to collapsing on his knees. Just then the Red Pioneer slowly makes his way out from the back with a dodger blue mask on.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like we have company Vinny and I don’t know why he would be out here. Do you?”

VASSA: ”Maybe one of these competitors will be his next contender?”

Jackson pulls himself up to his feet as he looks down at Kandi who is staggering up to her feet, trying to reach for the ropes. Pioneer slowly makes his way down the ramp and pauses just shy of the apron. Jackson pulls her by the arm and with a short-arm, he misses a clothesline. She then catches him with a spinning roundhouse kick to the back of his head.

VASSA: ”He is has just been Kandi Kaned!”

JOHNSON: ”But at what cost Vinny? It looks like Kandi is pretty out of it.”

Kandi limps into the corner and she leans down as the referee goes to check on her. As Pioneer hops on the ring apron, Kandi grabs a handful of his referee’s shirt and tugs him closer to her. As Pioneer enters the ring, Kandi locks a lip lock on the referee as he gets weak in the knees and as Jackson stumbles up to his feet—Pioneer grabs him from behind and hooks the neck. He swings him over with a rolling cutter.

JOHNSON: ”Can you believe the Red Pioneer has just knocked out Jackson with The Inquisition Version 2.0? What in bloody hell was he trying to prove?”

VASSA: ”Who cares!? At least Kandi Washington is going to win!”

Kandi pushes the referee away and she sprints to a fall Jackson. She drops her knees and lies on top of Jackson as she places her hand over his face, tilting it to the side. The referee slides down to the mat…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”And yes, this one is over!”

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pin-fall… KANDI WASHINGTON!!”

JOHNSON: ”Kandi has managed to escape this match by the skin of her teeth with a huge thanks for the Extreme Champion Red Pioneer.”

”Bitch, please” hits over the sound system as Kandi is helped up to her feet by the referee as the Red Pioneer is slowly walking backwards up the ramp. Kandi smirks wickedly as she turns her head over her shoulder, wiping her lip off and staring up at him leave the ringside area. Kandi yanks her arm away and licks her lips seductively at the booing crowd.

JOHNSON: ”Like her or not, she continues to impress the 4CW and remaining undefeated. I can’t wait for somebody to put her in her place.”

VASSA: ”Oh Steve like we are ever going to see that happen! She is the Head Bitch in Charge, remember?”

JOHNSON: ”And her tag team are still in the running for the tag team titles, which will be action on Adrenaline Three in the semifinals.”

VASSA: ”She is used to be surrounded by gold; she’s a Goddess. I love her.”

As the cameras cut to the backstage area, Tidus Howe is coming out of the House Of Howe’s locker room. He heads around a corner and disappears in the scene. As soon as he’s gone, Team Slayer members Billy and The Kidd come creeping from another connecting Hallway. Both of them with weapons in their possession, Billy having a Chain wrapped around one fist and The Kidd slapping a pipe into the open palm of his other hand as they look at each other and nod citing it’s time to move.

They high step creep across the open hallway and put their backs to the wall at each side of the Locker Room door where House Of Howe has taken residence for the evening. Billy puts an index finger up to his lips telling The Kidd to be quiet as they are about to make their move. They execute and bust into the locker room door.

TEAM SLAYER: “RRRRRRAAAAAH!!”

Inside the room, 4CW South West Champion Jason Cashe is sitting on a folding chair near the center of the room. He’s pulling an elbow pad up over his left arm. He doesn’t even bother to look up at the commotion that rushed into his locker room.

BILLY: “Prepare For Trouble!”

THE KIDD: “Make It Double!”

BILLY: “To Own these lands by Slayer Force..”

THE KIDD: “To Make ALL the Ladies Hot and Moist!”

BILLY: “And become The Best thing sin–“

JCASHE: “Can we cut the small talk fellas? If you have something you want or need to do, then just do it and quit wasting my time…Cool?”

The two brothers turn to each other and look surprised. They snap their heads back to Cashe and step closer to him. His head finally lifts and looks over at them and notice their weapons. This time they might have a real advantage. Cashe lets out a long sigh and pushes on his knees as he rises up from the chair.

THE KIDD: “We’re gonna be so rich bro!!”

BILLY: “We’re gonna retire on a Beach and surf every day! Let’s get it Brah!”

The separate and work their way into a flanking stance as Cashe stands in the same spot as when he stood up. As The Kidd gets to Cashe’s left and Billy to his right, it seems like everything goes into slow motion as if time is standing still. Then they attack! Billy first comes in with a wild overhand right, using the fist with the chain wrapped around it but Cashe leans and moves from it’s path. The Kidd skips in and whips his Steel Pipe into the side ribs of Cashe, catching him good and hard. He curls to the side but throws a back elbow into the face of The Kidd, instantly splitting his eyebrow and he stumbles back as blood trickles down his face.

Cashe turns to get Billy but Billy strikes him twice in the cheek with his Chained Fist and Cashe wobbles from the heavy strikes. Billy hits him again and Cashe drops to one knee. Laughter fills the locker room as Billy finds himself in control and can taste the money from the bounty in his grasp. Cashe dives at Billy’s knee and shoulder charges him to the knee cap, bending it back and putting Billy to the ground. He grabs at his knee as Cashe pushes up back to one knee.

The Kidd recovering from his busted eyebrow sees his spot. He sees Cashe with his back to him, on his knee and in perfect alignment to get blasted to the back of his head with a Pipe. He smiles and his grip on the pipe tightens and he steps in closer to make ‘contact’ but as he raises the Pipe in his right hand to make the finishing blow he is clobbered from the side with the 4CW Championship and crumbles to his side from the impact of Title belt. Cashe spins around still on his knee and falls away from the sound of The Kidd hitting the floor. That’s when he sees Tidus Howe standing there holding the 4CW Championship. Cashe is outright astonished.

JCASHE: “Well hot damn..Who knew you had it in you?”

Tidus lets the Championship fall from his grasp and hit the floor but a smile breaks across his face. He finds a moment of pride as he realizes what he had done. He laughs as if becoming giddy over things and turns to Cashe, offering him a hand to get up off the ground. As he rises to his feet, Cashe feels no real pains from the scrap but knows it was close and could have been worse. He looks over both fallen men, Billy still aware but says nothing as he scoots towards his brother. As he rises he has a clear limp but drags his brother as Cashe and Tidus just stand out of their way, letting them leave with the failure of their attempt.

HOWE: “That could have hurt the Main Event tonight…I’ll make sure there are no other attempts tonight on this stupid Bounty. You gear up to bring that belt back with you alright?”

Cashe nods and pulls the chair where he was sitting closer to him and takes a seat once again. The scene cuts back to ringside after a brief fade of scene.

UNDERCARD
ROXI JOHNSON VS. MASAHIRO KOJIMA

VASSA: ”What’s next on the lineup Stevie?”

JOHNSON: ”According to my notes it’s time for Roxi Johnson versus Masahiro Kojima!”

VASSA: ”Good grief…I pray to god she fares better than Jordan Taylor did. That was just an embarrassment inside the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s not fair Vinny. Perhaps Jordan wasn’t fully dedicated to the match and Kojima exploited that. He’s the kind of talent that will take advantage if you’re not one hundred percent focused on the match at hand.”

VASSA: ”Or maybe Jordan Taylor just wasn’t good enough to cut it here in 4CW!”

The feed cuts to ring announcer Mike Powers as he ascends the steel steps and climbs through the ropes to introduce the competitors for the upcoming bout.

POWERS: ”The following contest is schedule for one fall. Introducing first…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds…from Tampa, 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.

VASSA: ”Roxi may have her hands full tonight…”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi has been a main stay in 4CW for awhile now but Kojima looked very impressive just two weeks ago. A win here would only strengthen the argument that perhaps Kojima should be the next challenger to the South-West Heavyweight Championship.”

VASSA: ”So all Kojima needs to do in your eyes is beat a woman? I guess Andy Kaufman would be considered as one of the greatest of all time then…”

POWERS: ”And her opponent…weighing in at two hundred thirty-seven pounds…from Sôka, Saitama, Japan…MASAHIRO KOJIMA!!”

The lights dim and the opening stanza of Kasumi by Dir En Grey starts to play over the PA system as the crowd start to become hostile to the sound. A red light appears in the centre of the ring, symbolising the Japanese national flag.

The crowd, already voicing their negative opinion, start to roar louder as Kojima steps through the curtain. Once on the stage he looks around the crowd with an emotionless look before checking the tape around his wrists. Once satisfied he starts to make his way down towards the ring, occasionally stopping to share an argument with a fan.

Kojima slides under the bottom rope, and takes a moment to take in the heat he is receiving from the fans, all while testing the ropes out and giving them a pull. Happy with the condition of the ropes, Kojima climbs to the second turnbuckle, again looking around the audience and taking in the moment. Once happy with the reaction, he makes his way to the centre of the ring so the red light is shining down on him. He drops down to one knee and spreads his arms out, after a moment raising his right hand above his head in a fist.

Eventually the music starts to fade and the lights come back to normal once he is back to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”You know Kojima is going to be looking to keep the momentum swinging his way. Since signing with 4CW he has had his eyes on Jason Cashe and the potential of becoming 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion…”

VASSA: ”And he’s not about to let a female stand in his way. I don’t care how good Roxi Johnson is…she’s no Kojima!”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi is more than capable of handling herself inside the ring, regardless of who stands across from her.”

The ref motions for the time keeper to signal the start of the match with the opening bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

With the opening bell both competitors meet in the middle of the ring and instantly lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Kojima uses his size and strength advantage and forces Roxi down onto one knee while maintaining the tie up. Roxi tries to push up but decides to abandon the collar and elbow tie up by spinning around Kojima and grabbing him with a rear waist lock. Kojima quickly reaches down at her wrists trying to pry her grip apart. He isolates one wrist and breaks the hold before spinning behind her with hammer lock. Roxi clutches at her shoulder and reaches up behind her head grabbing the back of Kojima’s. He pushes her forward to the ropes and she immediately grabs the rope instead of Kojima’s head forcing the referee to make Kojima break. Kojima releases reluctantly and slowly moves from his opponent while looking ready to strike. The second Roxi spins around Kojima tries to take her head off with a high head kick but Roxi barely ducks underneath it and drops to one knee. The referee herds Kojima away and warns him about clean breaks as Roxi stares down her opponent, realizing it could have ended in the blink of an eye.

VASSA: ”And people say chivalry is dead…Ha!”

JOHNSON: ”How the hell was that chivalrous Vinny?”

VASSA: ”For one…if Kojima wanted to kick Roxi’s head off he wouldn’t have intentionally missed.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Kojima missed on purpose. Roxi is a lot quicker than Jordan Taylor. He’s got to take that into consideration.”

After back Kojima away, Roxi stands back to her feet. The two meet in the ring and lock back up with a collar and elbow tie up. This time Roxi quickly transfers it to a side headlock. Kojima backs up towards the ropes and then shoves Roxi off of him. She rebounds off the opposing ropes and Kojima leapfrogs Roxi. Roxi puts on the breaks and tries for a head kick of her own when Kojima turns around. Kojima ducks under the kick and drops down trying for a leg sweep. Roxi hops over Kojima’s leg. She tries for another kick, this time targeting Kojima’s chest while rising to his feet. Kojima drops back to avoid the strike and then does a kip-up into a fighting stance. The stalemate draws a thunderous round of applause from the 4CW faithful.

JOHNSON: ”And we have a bit of a stalemate. Both superstars desperately trying to get one over on the other but neither really making any progress.”

VASSA: ”Kojima has to be toying with Roxi. There’s no way he’s equal to a Roxi…I mean…She is a woman for god sake!”

Roxi and Kojima once again meet in the center of the ring. Kojima holds on of his hands up into the sky and points to it, challenging Roxi to a test of strength by way of a Greco-Roman knuckle lock! Roxi hesitantly accepts and the two are holding hands with their fingers intertwined with one another. Kojima holds his other hand out and waits for Roxi to clasp her second hand with his. As she gets close to it Kojima catches her off guard with a stiff boot to the midsection. Roxi doubles over and Kojima straightens her upright before crashing down on her chest with a knife-edge chop. Kojima straightens Roxi upright again and delivers a second chop, this time crashing down from overhead with an open palm slap to her sternum. Kojima grabs Roxi by an arm and whips her to the ropes. She rebounds and ducks under a back elbow, once again putting on the brakes. This time Kojima is a bit wiser and immediately throws a mule kick to her gut. Kojima then flattens Roxi with a discus clothesline and stands over her body as she gasps for air.

VASSA: ”And playtime is now over…”

JOHNSON: ”I think that discus clothesline may have knocked the wind out of Roxi Johnson…She’s struggling to catch her breath.

Kojima quickly moves down towards Roxi’s lower extremities and grabs both legs, hooking her feet under his legs before rolling her over with a boston crab! Kojima sits down on Roxi’s lower back and pulls on her legs focusing all the pressure to the small of her back. Roxi starts to scratch and claw and the canvass looking for the ropes to force a break of the submission. Kojima pulls back as much as he can as Roxi begins inching closer and closer to the bottom ring rope. Kojima stands to his feet and pulls Roxi back to the middle of the ring by one foot. Kojima steps over the isolated leg and then grabs Roxi with a crossface, locking in the STF submission hold! Roxi once again tries to claw her way to the ropes while Kojima wrenches back on her head, putting pressure and creating discomfort on her neck. Roxi changes the course of action and grabs at Kojima’s hands and slowly pries them from in front of her face giving her just enough space to slip her head out. Kojima frees up Roxi’s leg and both rise to their feet with Roxi still grabbing at Kojima’s wrists.

Roxi tries to Irish whip Kojima towards the ropes but he reverses it. Kojima anticipates Roxi to bounce back off the ropes and leaps up throwing a calf kick which misses when Roxi grabs backwards and pulls on the ropes to stop her momentum. Kojima quickly pushes up to his feet and gets knocked back down with a dropkick. Kojima bounces off the mat and to his feet while Roxi drops him with a second drop kick. Kojima gets up a bit slower allowing for Roxi to grab Kojima with a front face lock. She lifts her leg up and whips it forward to add momentum to her DDT! Instead of getting to her feet she floats over onto her opponents chest for a quick cover.

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JOHNSON: ”What was it that you were so foolishly insinuating earlier?”

VASSA: ”It’s early in the match Steve. Don’t soil yourself! This is far from over. Just watch and see…”

JOHNSON: ”Yeah but for the time being Roxi Johnson has managed to get the early advantage on Masahiro Kojima!”

Roxi creeps up behind Kojima and delivers a stiff kick to the spine. She then charges the ropes and rebounds with a dropkick to the chest of Kojima the flattens him back down to the canvass. Roxi moves near the ropes and looks over her shoulder, watching Kojima rise to his feet. Roxi charges the ropes and leaps onto the second rope, spring boarding backwards and flipping Kojima inside out with a hurricanrana! Kojima backs into the corner and is sitting against the bottom turnbuckle. Roxi gets to her feet and runs at her opponent. Kojima braces for impact but Roxi fakes him out by leaping over him onto the second rope. She grabs the top rope and jumps off the second rope, fully extending her body vertically over the top turnbuckle. She lets her momentum swing back down like a pendulum and drives her feet into Kojima’s chest like a battering-ram!

Roxi smiles while admiring her handiwork before pulling Kojima from the corner. She whips him towards the ropes and tries to leapfrog him on the rebound. Kojima catches Roxi in mid air and parades her around the ring. Roxi turns while on Kojima’s shoulders and then rolls forward. As Roxi rolls forward she hooks Kojima’s shoulders with her legs and flips Kojima over onto his back. Roxi grabs both of Kojima’s legs to finish up the victory roll pinfall. The referee slides into position to count down Kojima’s shoulders.

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VASSA: ”What the hell is going on!?!”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi is taking it right to Kojima, that’s what! If he’s not careful this match will slip right through his hands.”

VASSA: ”He should have power bombed her down on her neck when he had the chance!”

Both Roxi and Kojima stagger to their feet simultaneously. Kojima turns towards Roxi and she quickly flips him overhead with a t-bone suplex! Kojima inches towards the ropes and pulls himself back up to his feet. He explodes towards Roxi who was charging his way with a lariat attempt. Roxi ducks under the lariat and quickly lifts Kojima up with a belly to back suplex. While in the air, Roxi twists Kojima around and slams him to the mat with a blue thunder power bomb. Roxi forgoes the pin attempt and hops to her feet. She once again runs towards the ropes. She springboards off the second rope with her Reality Bites lionsault and crashes down across the chest of Masahiro Kojima. After her momentum bounces her off for a brief second she lays back down across him and hooks a leg.

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VASSA: ”It’s going to sting just saying this but Kojima needs to pull a trick out of his hat to get back into this match! He can only dodge so many bullets!”

JOHNSON: ”If Roxi loses her cool that could be just the opening he needs. She has Kojima on the ropes and needs to just keep up the attack.”

Kojima had rolled towards the ropes while Roxi processed the close pinfall. He pulls himself up to his feet and out of the corner of his eye sees Roxi charging towards him. Kojima drops down and pulls on the top rope, allowing Roxi to tumble over the top rope down to the arena floor! Kojima looks out of the ring, pleased with himself and smiles before sliding under the ropes to the apron and then to the ring floor. Kojima stalks Roxi as she begins to pull herself up with the aide of the ring skirt. Roxi turns around and Kojima immediately grabs her by the back of the head before clobbering her with a forearm smash to the chin. Roxi stumbles backwards and in desperation bounces off of the ring with a forearm smash of her own. Kojima smiles and challenges her to hit him with another. Roxi grabs Kojima by the back of the head and unloads on him with a series of three straight forearm shots to the chin. Kojima counters with a dropkick that targets Roxi’s knee! Roxi drops down onto that targets knee and Kojima quickly hops up and nails an enziguri that connects to the back of Roxi’s head!

Roxi drops to the floor as the ref warns Kojima to take the fight inside the ring. Kojima ignores the referee and straightens Roxi out while she lays on the back. Kojima jumps in the air and comes straight down with both knees onto her sternum with a standing double knee drop that sucks the air right out of Roxi’s lungs. Kojima grabs Roxi and lifts her up with a suplex. Instead of falling backwards he drops her forward across the security railing, draping her over the steel barrier with her head facing the ring. Kojima quickly moves to the nearest corner of the barrier which is only about six feet away and climbs onto it. He stands upright on top of the barrier and then leaps off towards Roxi, crashing down on the back of her head with a diving double knee drop! Roxi tumbles over the railing and back onto the arena floor. Kojima rolls in and out of the ring under the ropes to break up the refs count. He then lifts Roxi and rolls her into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”And just like that Kojima is undoubtedly in control of this match!”

VASSA: ”Like I said…he’s been toying with her this entire match!”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t be ridiculous. Roxi has more than proven that she is one of the more impressive superstars we have in 4CW…both men and women. She’s more than capable of turning this back around and winning this match!”

Kojima climbed onto the apron and grabs the top rope before launching himself clear over the ropes with a slingshot leg drop that comes down across the back Roxi’s head and neck! Kojima rolls Roxi over and goes for a quick cover.

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Roxi’s kicks out and immediately rolls onto her side. Kojima lifts Roxi up and whips her hard into the corner. The impact causes Roxi to stumble out of the corner towards Kojima. Kojima runs towards her, does a forward roll and leaps up into the air before flipping her back to the middle of the ring with a rolling hurricanrana! Kojima pops back up to his feet and approaches Roxi. He grabs her with two hands full of hair and lifts her back to her feet. Kojima then nails the dazed Roxi with an open hand slap that drops her down to one knee. Kojima takes advantage of the fortuitous positioning and begins to hack away at Roxi with several kicks that are isolating her chest. After the seventh straight chest kick Roxi falls backwards to the canvass.

VASSA: ”PIN HER KOJIMA!”

JOHNSON: ”Easy Vinny…we’re supposed to be impartial when we call these matches.”

VASSA: ”I am impartial…go Roxi, go!”

Roxi claws towards a nearby corner and pulls herself up to her feet. With Kojima stalking her she explodes with a Pele soccer kick that catches Kojima completely off guard. He stumbles back and she whips him into the corner. Roxi steps back and then charges towards Kojima. Kojima drops down to the match and takes Roxi face first into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Kojma quickly hops to his feet and runs at the opposite corner. He practically bounces off the turnbuckles and turns all that momentum towards Roxi. Running as fast as he can, he jumps and drives both of his knees into her spine, crushing her against the corner. Roxi tries to fall backwards but Kojima wraps an arm around her throat and locks in a rear naked choke! Roxi begins to fade and Kojima falls to the canvass with her, locking his legs around her stomach with a full bodyscissor. The ref slides into position to check for a tap out and notices that Roxi is fading quickly. Roxi is unresponsive to the refs commands and he quickly grabs her by her wrist, lifts her arm up and lets it drop.

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Kojima squeezes a little tighter as a “Rox-i” chant breaks out amongst the fans who are trying to will her back into the match. The ref once again grabs Roxi by her wrist, lifts her arm up and then lets it drop to the canvass.

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Kojima tightens the rear naked choke as much as he possible can and the “Rox-I” chants become deafening. The ref grabs Roxi’s hand for a third and final time, letting the arm drop towards the mat.

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NO! Roxi holds her arm outright before hitting the canvass as the fans erupt! She pushes off the mat with her feet and drives both her and Kojima towards the ropes. She reaches out and gets the bottom rope in her grasp, forcing the ref to make Kojima break up the submission hold. He reluctantly releases her and quickly hops up to his feet. Kojima storms away from Roxi as she pushes up to all fours and the ref drops down to one knee to check on her condition. Kojima charges between the two and connects with a punt kick! Kojima ends up standing against the ropes and leans over looking at the fans. He smiles and puts and index finger up against his lips as if telling them to be quiet, only stirring up some heat.

JOHNSON: ”What a cheap shot! The ref was checking on Roxi’s condition and Kojima nearly punted her head to the final row of seats!”

VASSA: ”How is that cheap? It’s a legal move and the match is on. He’s trying to pick up the win!”

Kojima looks around the ring after stepping away from the ropes, as if mapping out his next course of action. He smiles with his eyes fixed on the corner. Kojima reaches down and scoops Roxi up. He lifts her up with a suplex and stalls for a moment before crashing down onto the canvass with a brain buster! Kojima rolls Roxi over and lays over her chest for a quick pin and the ref slides into position to make the count.

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Roxi kicks out before the count of two. Kojima lifts Roxi up and pushes her chest first against a nearby corner. Kojima grabs Roxi by the back of her hair and connects with a couple of forearm shots to the back of the head. She falls forward and leans against the corner. Kojima focuses on Roxi’s ribs with a series of leg kicks. Once he feels he has Roxi on the ropes, Kojima lifts her up and positions her so that she is sitting on the top turnbuckle facing the fans. Kojima steps out onto the apron and climbs up the same corner. Kojima lifts Roxi up with a suplex and slams her down between his legs from the top rope with a falcon arrow! Kojima reaches towards Roxi’s legs and grabs one for leverage as the ref counts the pin.

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Roxi manages to just kick out in the nick of time! Kojima sits in disbelief as the referee reassures that it was only a three count.

VASSA: ”How the hell does Roxi keep kicking out! Kojima handled Jordan Taylor with such ease, and he was a massive man!”

JOHNSON: ”Because size and gender doesn’t mean a damn thing! Roxi is as talented as anyone in that ring!”

Kojima stands to his feet and begins slapping his hands together while talking with the referee. The moments lapse allows for Roxi to pull herself to her feet. Kojima turns around and is surprised by a perfectly placed dropkick. Kojima bounces off of the mat and right up to his feet. He turns to Roxi and is flipped over with a hip toss. Kojima rolls towards the ropes and climbs back to his feet. Before he could get his bearings Roxi sends herself bouncing off of the ropes and charging his way full speed. Roxi catches Kojima square between the eyes with spinning heel kick! Roxi waits as Kojima begins to pull himself to his feet. She runs towards the ropes near him and leaps onto the second rope. She springboards back looking for a disaster kick which Kojima ducks. Kojima keeps his momentum going and bounces off of the ropes. On the rebound he nails his version of the Baisaku Knee Kick, the Kojima Kick, by total surprise. Kojima smacks the mat out of frustration and covers Roxi, hooking her leg in the process.

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Kojima rolls off Roxi visibly frustrated with himself.

VASSA: ”Finally!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh cut it out Vinny! That was a great matchup. Roxi showed just how tough she is, possibly tougher than most guys on our roster!”

”Kasumi” by Dir En Grey takes over the Audio system as Mike Powers announces the referee’s official decision.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…by pinfall…MASAHIRO KOJIMA!!”

VASSA: ”How long are we going to deny this guy a shot?”

JOHNSON: ”He’s only been back for two matches, albeit impressive wins…It’s only been two matches. I’m sure Mr. Wallace and Mr. Morrison are keeping a close eye on Kojima’s performance.”

INTERMISSION

CO-HEADLINE
EXTREME TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
EXTREME TABLE MATCH
NATHANIEL HAVOK VS. THE RED PIONEER ©

JOHNSON: ”Up next folks we have our co-headline match of the night. Nathaniel Havok will be challenging The Red Pioneer for the Extreme Television championship in an extreme table match.”

VASSA: ”And what’s that at ringside right now?”

JOHNSON: ”It appears to be a table wrapped in barbed wire!”

VASSA: ”That’s right Steve! Earlier today, Perry tweeted that he had a surprise for this match tonight and it appears this is it!”

JOHNSON: ”I just received word that this is the official table of the match that must be broken by the body of either wrestler. These two can beat the living hell out of each other and break whatever other tables they get their hands on, but the match isn’t over until a body crashes through that particular one!”

VASSA: ”Perry sure does love to make it exciting! Show after show, this championship is defended and this will be the second title defense for The Red Pioneer.”

JOHNSON: ”Last week The Red Pioneer successfully defended the strap against Jason Lee and Roxi Johnson in a triple threat match that consisted of no rules. It was an impressive victory to say the least.”

VASSA: ”Against Roxi, maybe. But, Jason Lee, he barely even came to fight earlier tonight as he fell to Niobe.”

JOHNSON: ”Tonight should be a challenge as well as he defends against Nathaniel Havok who has made an impressive impact since signing with 4CW.”

VASSA: ”I like Havok. I like The Red Pioneer as well. This match should be one for the record books!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, lets quit talking about it and lets get this match going!”

VASSA: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself, Steve. Take it away Mike!”

POWERS: ”The challenger comes to you from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana. He weighs in at two hundred forty two pounds and stands six feet, four inches tall. He is the Enforcer of Sorrow… Nathaniel HAVOK!!!”

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, extremely hyped and ready to go. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on his way down. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully off the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out.

VASSA: ”The Red Pioneer has been on a hot streak as of late, ever since stepping foot in 4CW. If anyone can knock him off of that streak, I think Havok is the man to do it!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not going to be easy. I don’t see The Red Pioneer giving that championship up without sacrificing himself to do so.”

VASSA: ”We’ll see. Obviously his head isn’t in this match one hundred percent. For weeks now we’ve seen the build up between him and Kandi and tonight was the icing on the cake. I think he needs to get her off of his mind if he wants to retain that championship.”

JOHNSON: ”Why is that? Kandi has been on a little streak herself and has managed Sweet Annihilation since they entered the tag ranks. Now with The Red Pioneer in the mix, this is a group to be on the lookout for.”

POWERS: ”And the champion, the 4CW Extreme Television champion, coming to you out of Prospect, Connecticut. He weighs in at two hundred seven pounds and stands five feet, eleven inches tall. He is the Harbinger of Serenity… 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: ”There he is, the 4CW Extreme Television champion!”

VASSA: ”I don’t what it is but something about that mask just scares me! I don’t understand what Kandi see’s in this guy.”

JOHNSON: ”By all means, please try to sweep her off of her feet them Mr. lover-boy!”

Pioneer removes the championship from his waist and hands it to the ref who raises it in the air before handing it to ringside staff to place at the announcers booth. The ref then walks to the center of the ring and looks at each wrestler for the nod before raising his hard in the air to sound the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

VASSA: ”It’s time to bring the pain!”

At the sound of the bell, The Red Pioneer charges Havok and pushes the ref to the side to clear a path. Pioneer catches Havok off guard and gets him in the corner and attacks with a series of shin kicks. Havok tries to fend them off and just as he does, Pioneer slaps him across the chest. Havok slams against the turnbuckle and Pioneer slaps him across the chest again before grabbing his arm and throwing him to the opposite corner. Havok approaches the turnbuckle with Pioneer running behind him. Havok then plants his hand into the ropes and pushes himself into the air, up and over Pioneer. Pioneer slams into the corner and then Havok wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him back into the canvas with a German suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Quick thinking by Havok!”

As Pioneer hits the mat, he rolls to his feet and hits Havok with a dropkick just as he gets up. Havok stumbles back into the corner and Pioneer is right there with another assault of slaps across the chest. Pioneer draws back for another slap but Havok quickly reacts and jabs him in the throat. Havok then drives his shoulder into Pioneer’s midsection and tackles to the mat. Havok then mounts himself on top of Pioneer and pulls back for a big punch. As he does, Pioneer grabs his other arm and pulls him to the side and applies the pressure with an armbar. Havok fights the move and manages to roll over, relieving the pressure and locks an armbar of his on and cranks down on Pioneer.

JOHNSON: ”Havok with a nice reversal!”

VASSA: ”Eventually this match is going to get messy. They might as well wear each other down a bit before the bloodshed!”

Pioneer wiggles around for a moment and manages to work his way to one knee. Havok keeps the hold in lock and steps up with him as well. The two finally make it to both feet. Pioneer then spins with finesse and breaks from the hold and takes Havok back to the mat with a drop toe hold. Pioneer then vaults himself up from the canvas to his feet as Havok gets up with a frustrated look on his face. The two circle each other for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring. Havok then hooks his arm and flips Pioneer over on his back. Pioneer jumps back up and comes at Havok only to get flipped over again as Havok hooks his arm. Pioneer gets back up and fakes like he’s going in again and Havok bites the bait. As Havok reaches forward to grab him, Pioneer steps back and and then drops down and sweeps Havok’s feet out from under him. Havok flips backwards and slams into the mat as Pioneer stands back up ready for action. Havok gets back to his feet as the anger begins to show in his expression.

VASSA: ”I think Havok is getting a little ill with the way this match has been so far.”

JOHNSON: ”Pioneer has been giving a little bit and then taking as he sets Havok up for these quick moves.”

VASSA: ”I’m starting to think that’s his strategy!”

Havok then lunges at Pioneer only to miss as he sidesteps him. Pioneer then drives his knee in Havok’s stomach and lifts him up to his side and drops him with a pendulum backbreaker. Havok’s body bounces off Pioneer’s knee and crashes to the canvas. Pioneer then runs to the ropes, bounces back and jumps into the air. He comes down and drives his knees into Havok’s chest with a double knee plant. Pioneer rolls off of Havok in a fluid motion and comes to his feet as Havok holds his chest in pain. Pioneer then grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Pioneer then throws Havok to the ropes and follows right behind him only to send him up and over the top rope with a clothesline.

VASSA: ”It’s time to take this match outside of the ring! YES!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down Vinny. We all knew this was bound to happen.”

VASSA: ”NO! I will not calm down. This is the sort of excitement that this championship was made to create.”

JOHNSON: ”You are right about that. And you’re not the only one who’s excited at where the action is headed. The fans are loving it.”

Havok rolls on the hard floor outside of the ring while Pioneer looks down on him from inside of the ring. Havok slowly begins to get to his feet as Pioneer continues to prey. Just as Havok gets to his feet and turns around, Pioneer vaults himself up and over the top rope to the outside. He comes down at Havok only to get caught in mid air. Havok then runs towards the corner of the ring and slams Pioneer’s back into the ring post. Havok doesn’t let do and then turns around and walks to the barricade and slams Pioneer onto it. Pioneer hits the barricade and falls over to the floor in the crowd. Havok slings his head back and wipes the hair from his face as the crowd begins to chant.

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

JOHNSON: ”I told you that the fans were loving it. They’re going nuts!”

VASSA: ”Pioneer is a small guy, those two blows are going to do a number on him tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”This is what the Extreme Television championship is all about! Show after show, this belt is defended and the champions body is put on the line.”

Pioneer slowly begins to get to his feet while Havok watches from the other side of the barricade. Pioneer uses the barricade to pull himself up. Once up to his feet but still bent over, Havok moves in and drops a forearm across his back. Havok then drops another and another before Pioneer looks up, grabs Havok’s head and falls down, pulling Havok with him. Havok’s head crashes into the barricade and he falls backwards, slamming into the ring but grabs on to the apron to keep himself up. Pioneer then gets back up and climbs onto the barricade and leaps in the air towards Havok. Pioneer hits Havok with a flying body splash and the two fall down and collide with the ring steps.

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

VASSA: ”These two are going to break each other in half and the fans are going to enjoy every moment of it. Hell, I’m loving this right now!”

JOHNSON: ”You and me both, Vinny. You and me both…”

The two slowly begin to get to their feet. Havok makes the first move and punches Pioneer in the back of the head while he’s looking down. Havok then grabs his head and slams his face into the ring steps. The sound cuts through the cheers of the crowd and Havok holds his grip and slams his head down once more into the metal steps. Havok then pulls Pioneers head back once more and goes to slam it down. Pioneer then grabs the steps and pushes his head up. The two struggle for a moment before Havok gives it once last shot to drive his face into the metal. Pioneer connects with an elbow to Havok’s stomach and forces him to release his grip. Pioneer then swings up with an uppercut that hits Havok in the mouth and knocks him back a few steps away from the ring steps. Pioneer then notices the table wrapped in barbed wire propped against the ring at the next corner. He turns his attention towards that and leaves Havok behind.

JOHNSON: ”Pioneer has taken notice to the one thing that will win this match… the table wrapped in barbed wire!!!”

VASSA: ”Let the blood pour!”

JOHNSON: ”Havok has a different plan!”

While Pioneer has his back turned to Havok going for the table, Havok grabs a chair by the announcers booth. He then carries it with him as he stalks Pioneer who isn’t paying attention to him. Pioneer gets in front of the table leaned against the ring post and looks at it for a moment. Out of nowhere…

CRACK!!!

Havok swings the chair against Pioneer’s back and sends him face first into the table. The barbed wire grabs a hold of his jumpsuit as he tries to push himself away but can’t. Havok then takes another swing…

CRACK!!!

This time, the impact sends Pioneer’s whole body into the table as the barbed wire pierces through the jumpsuit and into his skin. Havok then drops the chair and grabs Pioneer by the back of the head and slams his face into a coil of barbed wire and then pulls him away from the table and throws him to his back on the floor..

VASSA: ”Look at the blood!”

Pioneer lays on the floor as blood begins to stain the jumpsuit around the holes torn by the barbed wire. He holds his chest as Havok just looks down at him with an evil smirk on his face. Havok then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet. Havok then slowly grabs his head and turns his body only to drop Pioneer with a neckbreaker on the hard floor. Havok then gets up and stomps on Pioneer a few times before dropping a leg drop across his face that presses the back of his head against the floor. Havok gets up slow, feeling the impact as well from that leg drop on the floor. He then pulls Pioneer up once more and sizes him up before swinging with a powerful clothesline. Pioneer ducks the clothesline and slides behind Havok. He then wraps his arms around him and lifts him into the air and drops him with a belly to back wheelbarrow facebuster onto the chair laying beside them.

JOHNSON: ”Oh my god!”

VASSA: ”Just when you think you have Pioneer down, he comes back with a move like this!”

JOHNSON: ”You can never count him out of a fight!”

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

Havok rolls over to his back only to reveal that the facebuster to the chair has busted his forehead wide open. Blood begins to trickle from the wound. Pioneer sits there for a moment as the blood continues to soak into his jumpsuit. Pioneer then climbs to his feet and walks back to the table and looks at the pieces of his jumpsuit hanging from the barbed wire. He then grabs the table and slides it underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He then looks down at Havok who is starting to come to. Pioneer grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet and then rolls him into the ring as well. Pioneer then grabs the chair on the floor and climbs the apron and then walks to the corner and ascends. He waits patiently as Havok slowly get up. Once up, Pioneer leaps from the top rope with the chair head over his head and swing down at Havok with it. At the last second, Havok connects with a superkick that hits the chair and slams it into Pioneer’s face as he comes down.

JOHNSON: ”SORROW ENFORCED!!!”

VASSA: ”What?”

Pioneer flies back into the corner and crashes into the turnbuckle. The chair falls to the canvas as Havok catches his breath and look over at Pioneer holding himself up by the ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Havok hit The Red Pioneer with his desperation trademark, the Sorrow Enforced!”

VASSA: ”Oohhhhh…”

Havok then kicks the table closer to the corner and turns his attention to Pioneer. He places him on the top rope and then climbs to the middle. Havok then hooks his arm around Pioneer and lifts him into the air and drops him onto the barbed wire covered table with a superplex from the top rope. Pioneer bounces off the table and rolls across the ring but the table manages to remain unbroken.

JOHNSON: ”If Havok would have just taken a moment to set the table up he could have ended the match right there.”

VASSA: ”Maybe he didn’t want to end it just yet?”

JOHNSON: ”That may come to bite him in the behind because I don’t care who you are or who you’re against, when you have an opportunity to end a match you take advantage right then!”

Havok wastes no time and goes straight for Pioneer. He pulls him to his feet and then throws him to the corner with all of his might. Just as Pioneer hits the corner, Havok is there to hit him with a body splash that rattles the ring. Havok then opens up a can and goes to work with lefts and rights to Pioneers midsection. Havok then grabs him by the head and pulls him away from the corner and turns him around. Havok then pulls his head back and slams it into the top turnbuckle. A satisfied look comes over his face as he rams Pioneer’s head into the turnbuckle again and again. Suddenly, Pioneer grabs the ropes and stops Havok as he tries one more time. Pioneer then stomps on Havok’s toe and elbows him in the midsection to release the grip like earlier. Pioneer then grabs Havok by the head and connects with an up close and personal headbutt. Pioneer then lifts Havok up and body slams him into the corner. As his body hits the turnbuckle, his feet get caught in the ropes and Havok just hangs there, defenseless.

VASSA: ”Oh, this isn’t going to be good.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right about that, Vinny. I wouldn’t want to be in that position if I was in this match with The Red Pioneer.”

VASSA: ”You wouldn’t want to be in the ring with anyone period! Me either for that matter…”

Pioneer then turns his back to Havok and looks at the chair across the ring. He quickly goes for it and picks it up and holds it in the air as the fans chant…

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

Pioneer then runs at Havok in the corner and dropkicks the chair into his face as he hangs upside down.

CRACK!!!

Havok then flops over and falls to the mat as Pioneer stands up and tosses the chair to a fan at ringside.

VASSA: ”Why wasn’t that nice of him.”

Pioneer then turns his attention to the table in the ring and nods his head as the fans cheer in approval. He picks it up and sets it up in the center of the ring. Just as he secures the legs, Havok throws a forearm across his back.

VASSA: ”DAMN! I thought Havok was still down!”

JOHNSON: ”Me too. I guess we’re too busy paying attention to the table setup.”

Havok then slams Pioneer’s face into the barbed wire table again and then rolls him onto it. Havok then climbs on the table himself and pulls Pioneer up with him.

JOHNSON: ”Havok might be going for the win here.”

VASSA: ”Sneaky!”

JOHNSON: ”He has to, he should have already set that table up earlier.”

The two shift to one end of the table and then all of a sudden, the leg on that side folds in as it wasn’t secured properly. The table then falls on that side along with Havok and Pioneer. The two crash to the canvas as the table flips over them and lands propped against the corner. The two slowly get up and once they do, the fight is on. Pioneer swings at Havok with a right and sends his head swinging around. Havok then swings back and connects with Pioneer, sending his head flinging back. Havok then pushes Pioneer back against the table in the corner. Pioneer lunges forward to hit Havok but gets caught with a boot to the stomach. Havok the wraps his arm around Pioneer head and hooks his leg.

JOHNSON: ”I think it may be time for the All Killer, No Filler. Havok is aiming to do a number on The Red Pioneer.”

Just as Havok clinches to lift Pioneer, his leg gets hooked by Pioneer’s foot. He then tries again to lift him up but fails as Pioneer hooks the leg again. Pioneer then punches Havok in the side and knocks the breath out of him and Havok drops the hooked leg. Pioneer then pulls himself away and knese Havok in the stomach and hooks Havok’s arm behind his back. Pioneer then wraps his arm around Havok’s head and lifts him into the air in a cradle position. Pioneer then lifts Havok up and flips him over and connects with a cradle hammerlock DDT onto the table and then it snaps in half as pieces of wood fly everywhere.

JOHNSON: ”THE UNMASKING!!! The Red Pioneer hit Havok with The Unmasking and broke the table. This one is over!”

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

Pioneer rolls away from the mess as Havok lays in the corner covered in broken wood and barbed wire. The ringside crew hands the ref the Extreme Television championship as Pioneer slowly gets to his feet.

POWERS: ”The winner and still 4CW Extreme Television champion… THE RED PIONEER!!!”

The ref hands the championship to Pioneer and raises his arm in the air as “Save Me” by Damageplan begins to play over the speakers.

VASSA: ”He did it! The Red Pioneer has successfully defended the Extreme Television again! I knew he would!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh really? Just before the match you sounded like you had your doubt and you thought his mind was on other things… like Kandi.”

VASSA: ”Have you seen her lately? Who’s mind isn’t on her!?!?”

Pioneer takes the title and exits the ring and hops over the barricade. He walks through the crowd of fans as his music continues to play over the building. Meanwhile, Havok begins to move and slowly comes to.

JOHNSON: ”This was a brutal match and I have a feeling that this won’t be the last time these two square off with the Extreme Television championship on the line.”

VASSA: ”If this match hadn’t ended when it did, these two would be on their way to the hospital. They ripped each other apart!”

Havok slowly climbs to his feet and looks around the ring but doesn’t see Pioneer anywhere to be found. He then hears the cheers of the fans and looks into the crowd only to see Pioneer with the championship held in the air with one arm and the other pointing in the ring at him.

VASSA: ”That was one hell of a match and it’s only our first co-headline match of the night!”

JOHNSON: ”Lets take a short break to clear the ring and we’ll be right back folks.”

Our scene opens up backstage in the Phoenix Theatre General Manager’s office. It had been loaned to Perry Wallace for the evening. Perry sat on one side of the desk, sitting across from him was Frankie Morrison and Heath Sommersby of 220 Wrestling.

SOMMERSBY: ”What you did for me last Saturday night was huge Frankie! I’ll never forget that man. Thank you again. If I..or Second to None Wrestling can ever do anything for you, just let me know.”

MORRISON: The pleasure was all mine Heath…truly.

Morrison brushed it off as if it were nothing. Sommersby was obviously referring to Frankie Morrison stepping in at the last second as the Guest General Manager of 220 Wrestling at their last event.

SOMMERSBY: ”And Perry, thank you too. A lot of guys wouldn’t want their right hand man so close to the competition. And I sure needed the help. I can’t even get a match booked in America with the situation that my visa is in right now, that’s why I had to go to Cardiff, Wales for that match. It’s also why Second to None is headed for Japan after the next event. Might have to stop all the live streaming internet pay per views though and just sell DVD’s off the website, they’re taxing me hard there because the home office is based in Washington D.C.”

WALLACE: ”What if I could help you with your little dilemma? I may know a few people that can clear this issue up if paid the right amount of money.”

Sommersby leaned forward, obviously his attention had been captured..

SOMMERSBY: ”Now I don’t doubt that you know these people, and I have zero doubts that your pockets are deep enough to buy pretty much anyone out of anything. But Perry, right this second, I couldn’t even quote you a price. That’s how hard the U.S. Government is taxing Second to None. They’re just not feeling how I set up shop in their city and started off by promoting four FREE shows just to get everyone’s attention. Guys were coming in and out so fast during those first four shows that I didn’t even learn half of their names before they were gone. Much less make sure that they had their I-9’s and W4’s!”

He sat back and smiled..

SOMMERSBY: ”I’m in too deep to stress it anymore. Just going to lay low in Japan until this all blows over. I’ve already got 3 events booked there, shouldn’t be too hard to book a few more.. “

WALLACE: ”That’s the thing, these pigs won’t rest and won’t forget about you no matter how long you lay low. When you pop back up, they’ll be there to get what they’re owed. I can make it all disappear.”

SOMMERSBY: ”Maybe the three of us should be talking about this more privately then. I’ll be around after the show and definitely interested in what you have to say about all this. “

As this was spoken, they all three nodded in agreement and the cameras returned to ringside.

HEADLINE
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
“Average” JOE MARTINEZ & PAT GORDON JR.
VS.
“Young” MANNIE & ALEC QUARTERMAIN

JOHNSON: ”Next up is one half of our headline matches. The final match in the first round of the tag team championship tournament!”

VASSA: ”Finally! Alec Quartermain gets a chance to finish this thing with Pat Gordon Jr…”

JOHNSON: ”There’s a couple of other factors you need to take into consideration Vinny. This isn’t a one on one match. There are two other wrestlers that are going to make an argument for their team…”

VASSA: ”Right…’Young’ Mannie and some fat guy who looks like he should be sitting behind us with a beer in hand. Mannie and Alec are your first tag team champs…I’m calling it right now!”

JOHNSON: ”Some would argue that fat guy was well on his way to becoming the first PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Champion before their abrupt closure.”

VASSA: ”You ain’t kidding about heavyweight!

”Workers Song” by Dropkick Murphys blares over the PA system and the fans immediately rise to their feet with their eyes fixed on the entranceway.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for on fall and is a first round match of the Tag Team Tournament which will be contested under FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE RULES! Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred and forty-six pounds…Pat Gordon Junior…’Average’ Joe Martinez…the BLUE COLLAR BRUISERS!”

Joe stomps out from behind the gorilla position and stands at the entrance ramp with both fists raised as Pat Gordon, Jr. steps out from behind the curtain! He makes his way down the aisle, giving out Arby’s coupons to everyone within reach as Joe nods to his working-class fans cracking his neck and stretching his arms while taking a determined stride towards the ring. Pat Gordon Jr does one lap around the ring, getting rid of the last of his coupons, before he scales the ring steps and climbs into the ring to wait for the bell while Joe slowly makes his way up the steps and dips between the second and third rope before. The two stand side by side in the middle of the ring and raise both of their hands in the air simultaneously drawing a thundering round of applause from the fans.

JOHNSON: ”Well I guess we know who the fans will be cheering for throughout the match…”

VASSA: ”And you think I’m impartial? Listen to them…It’s like two of their own have pulled the wool over managements eyes and have been allowed to compete amongst athletes…”

JOHNSON: ”To be fair, Pat Gordon Junior has been one of the hardest working wrestlers in recent times. This guy is over everywhere he goes. You can’t ignore that!”

VASSA: ”You’re right, and that’s why I want Alec Quartermain to crush his face!”

POWERS: ”And their opponents, accompanied by Jacinta Perez, at a combined weight of five hundred and fifteen pounds…’The Main Attraction’ YOUNG MANNIE and ’The Glasgow Hooligan’ ALEC QUARTERMAIN!!!

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie & his Posse emerge to a wave of boos, Mannie & Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain; Mannie & 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 & 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 Alec Quartermain stares across the ring at their opponents.

VASSA: ”Alec means business…He hasn’t taken his eyes off Pat Gordon Junior since he stepped out from behind those curtains. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about this showdown.”

JOHNSON: ”Looks like you’re going to have to wait. Alec Quartermain and Joe Martinez seem to be starting this thing off. Mannie and Pat Gordon Junior are on the aprons in their respective corners and of course the very beautiful Jacinta Perez is standing ringside”

DING! DING! DING!

Alec marches to the center of the ring and points over to Pat Gordon Junior, challenging him to take Joe’s place in the match. Joe looks over his shoulder at his tag partner and points at his direction as if to ask if they want to see him get in ring. The fans erupt at the idea of Pat Gordon Junior and Alec Quartermain locking horns again. Average Joe walks to his partner and gladly tags him in. While the two pass through the ropes Quartermain charges and clubs PGJR in the back with an axe handle smash. Pat falls to his knees and Quartermain quickly hits him with a second axe handle smash before Joe could realize what happened. Quartermain reaches down and grabs PGJR by his head and lifts him to his feet. He wraps both of his massive hands around PGJR’s neck and lifts him in the air. The referee immediately begins to utilize his five count for the blatant choke. Quartermain drops PGJR before the referee reaches five. PGJR is on all fours gasping for air and Quartermain charges with a soccer kick to the ribs that lifts him clear off of the mat.

Mannie reaches over the ropes, calling for a tag. Alec grabs PGJR and whips him hard into his teams corner. Alec tags Mannie in and then refocuses his attention on PGJR who’s slumped in the corner. Alec begins driving knee after knee into the gut of PGJR while the referee warns him to get out of the ring and onto the apron. After four straight knees Alec steps back with his hands up and moves towards the ropes. Mannie runs to the opposite corner but stays just out of Average Joe’s reach. He stands with his hands on his knees and watches as PGJR pulls himself from the corner. PGJR stumbles out a few steps and Mannie charges full speed before planting both of his feet into PGJR’s sternum with a dropkick from hell! The impact sends PGJR falling backwards, his back crashing into the middle turnbuckle. Mannie quickly pulls PGJR from the corner and lays over him for the quick cover.

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JOHNSON: ”Typical Mannie, let his cronies do the hard lifting and then try to clean up the pieces.”

VASSA: ”Don’t act like that running missile dropkick wasn’t impressive. Blame Joe for giving the fans what they thought they wanted to see.”

Mannie hops to his feet and quickly tags his partner back in. As Alec climbs through the ropes Mannie lifts PGJR up to his feet. He whips PGJR across the ring and on the rebound Alec charges him, leveling him with a high impact running shoulder block! PGJR bounces off of the canvass near the ropes where he lands and tumbles between the bottom and middle rope onto the apron. Mannie steps back onto the apron in his corner as Alec stalks PGJR. Alec slides out of the ring and positions PGJR so that his head is dangling over the ring floor and his body is under the ropes on his back. Alec holds PGJR still and begins to repeatedly club PGJR on his chest with vicious forearm smashes. Alec releases PGJR and then rolls him over onto his stomach, this time leaning him on the bottom rope. Alec moves back towards Jacinta and then charges towards PGJR, leaping in the air and nailing a front dropkick to the side of PGJR’s head! PGJR falls back into the ring and is seemingly unconscious as Alec stares down some of the fans in the front row who are routing on their hero.

Alec slides into the ring and lifts PGJR up with one hand around his throat. Alec takes his free hand and reaches down by his groin before lifting him up with a military press. Alec marches PGJR around the ring and stops near Average Joe. With his eyes fixed on Average Joe, Alec drops PGJR feet first. Alec then spears PGJR while in the air and nearly drives him through the canvass. Alec lays on top of PGJR and hooks a leg for the pin attempt.

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Average Joe climb through the ropes and put a boot to the back of Alec’s head to break up the pinfall. Alec rolls off PGJR and quickly hops to his feet. He charges Joe but the ref gets between the two big men. The ref forces Joe back onto the apron as Young Mannie steps into the ring. Mannie claps his hands over his head loud enough for the ref to hear while distracted by Average Joe. Quartermain and Mannie both lift PGJR up to his feet. They whip him towards the ropes and Mannie steps in front of Quartermain. On the rebound Mannie lifts PGJR of his head with a back body drop. Behind Mannie, Quartermain catches PGJR in mid air and power bombs him to the mat! Alec slides out of the ring as Mannie makes the cover. The referee turns around after finishing his lecture to Average Joe and slides into position to make the count.

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PGJR miraculously gets his shoulder up before the three count.

VASSA: ”Come on ref! Count faster!”

JOHNSON: ”Not for nothing, Mannie has no business being in the ring. There was never a legal tag!”

VASSA: ”The ref must be hearing things then because he sure thinks there was a tag!”

Mannie drags PGJR over to one of the neutral corners. Mannie steps over PGJR’s body and stands between him and the corner. Mannie slaps the top turnbuckle and then grabs the adjoining ropes, hoisting his body over the corner with a headstand. Mannie swings his feet down to his right side, allowing the back of his legs to bounce off of the top rope before coming down across PGJR’s chest with a moonsault, a move he calls cut the damn check! Mannie stays on top of his opponent for yet another pin attempt of PGJR.

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PGJR manages to swing his foot onto the bottom rope and the ref notices before counting to three.

JOHNSON: ”Pat Gordon Junior is in a bad situation here. He desperately needs to make a tag before one of these many quick covers ends this match!”

VASSA: ”You hear that boys? Keep up the good work…you’re wearing him down!”

Mannie walks over towards Average Joe and open hand slaps him across the face! Mannie quickly back peddles as Average Joe tries to storm the ring. The ref quickly stops Joe from entering and tries to keep Mannie back. During this altercation PGJR has pulled himself to the ropes and begins to pulls himself up to his feet. Jacinta runs over towards PGJR and hops onto the apron. She runs along the apron and jumps up with one foot, putting to the back of PGJR’s head and stomping it down onto the apron! PGJR immediately rolls through the bottom and middle ropes down to ring floor as Jacinta Perez takes a seat on the apron facing the crowd, soaking in the hatred spewing from their mouths. Alec steps off of the apron and starts to make his way around the ring when the ref finally gets the in ring skirmish settled. The ref slides out of the ring and pushes Alec back towards his corner. Mannie slides out of the ring and measures PGJR up, watching as he staggers to his feet with one hand pressed against his head. Mannie runs towards him and does a handspring. Mannie lands on top of PGJR’s shoulders and then quickly flips him backwards to the arena floor with a reverse hurricanrana! Mannie scurries over to his fallen opponent on the mats the surround the ring and makes the cover. The ref rushes over to the two legal members of this match and begins to make the count.

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The pin attempt is broken up by Average Joe who grabs Mannie by his head and the back of his trunks and tosses him back first into the security railing.

VASSA: ”Oh come on! That should be a disqualification! He’s not the legal man!”

JOHNSON: ”Mannie is showing just how athletically gifted he is but Average Joe is not going to just stand by and let these two get the best of them!”

Joe Climbs back up onto the apron as both Mannie and PGJR fight to their feet. Mannie is up first and moves towards PGJR and catches him off guard with a huge palm strike. PGJR stumble backwards but almost instinctively responds with an irish kiss headbutt that has Mannie seeing stars! PGJR grabs Mannie by the back of the head and hits him with a second straight irish kiss headbutt! PGJR then grabs Mannie by the arm and blindly whips him shoulder first into his team’s ring post! PGJR stumbles towards Mannie and Average Joe reaches down, tagging himself into this match. Mannie is slow to his feet and charges towards PGJR not realizing a tag has been made. PGJR uses Mannie’s own momentum to his advantage and powerslams him to the floor! Average Joe shouts towards his partner and charges at him. PGJR flips Average Joe over with a sloppy looking back body drop onto a prone Young Mannie! Average Joe hooks Mannie’s leg and tries for a quick cover of his own.

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Joe pushes off Mannie before the ref’s three count because he sees Alec Quartermain coming. The quick thinking causes Quartermain to plant a boot onto Mannie’s sternum instead of Joe’s back!

JOHNSON: ”He’s deceptively quick for a big man!”

VASSA: ”That’s not going to feel good for Mannie! Alec is supposed to be protecting Mannie, not joining in on the attack…”

JOHNSON: ”Oh come on, that wasn’t intentional…”

Joe gets a hand up and blocks a wild haymaker coming from Alec. He reciprocates with a stiff forearm smash that finds its mark. Alec stumbles backwards as Joe clobbers him with a second straight elbow smash the lands clean on the jaw. Joe drops down to his knees and dodges a high leg kick from Mannie in the process as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The kick lands right to the temple of Alec Quartermain and drops like a bag of bricks. Mannie stands in disbelief with his hands on his head and finally turns towards his opponent. Joe lifts him up and flips him down to the mat with a firemen’s carry takedown. Mannie bounces to his feet and Joe scoops him up and slams him down to the floor! Mannie pops up again, this time a bit slower and Joe quickly lifts him by his waist and drives him to the ground with the down on your luck sidewalk slam! Joe rolls onto his opponent for a pin attempt.

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VASSA: ”God that was a close call…”

JOHNSON: ”The tides have officially turned in this match. Alec is just getting back to his feet and is being shown to his corner by the referee while ‘Average’ Joe Martinez looks to be having his way with Mannie!”

All of a sudden, the big screen begins to flicker during the match. It goes black as blue letters appears that read “NewGen Rising.”

VASSA: ”You watch your mouth Stevie… What the hell was that?”

Joe lumbers his massive frame to his feet and catches Alec charging towards him with a full head of steam. Joe ducks underneath a clothesline attempt but unfortunately the referee wasn’t as agile. Alec plows through the official, opening this match up to a whole new set of rules. PGJR hops off of the apron and starts to rush towards his partner looking to assist. Suddenly the crowd shrieks and roars as a man hops over the security railing. PGJR turns towards the ruckus and is immediately nailed by a running Yakuza kick! PGJR drops to the ground and before Average Joe could aid his partner Mannie and Alec are pummeling him from behind with a variety of strikes. The two men are too much for Joe to overcome and he drops to the arena floor, opening himself up to a series of boots from both Alec and Mannie. The unknown assailant rolls PGJR into the ring under the bottom rope much to the demise of the 4CW faithful. PGJR climbs to his feet with the help of the ring ropes and the assailant quickly grabs PGJR with two hands and delivers a nasty headbutt!

JOHNSON: ”This is despicable! Who the hell is this guy and where is security?”

VASSA: ”Steve that’s Grinder from Second-to-None Wrestling! He’s been dying to get his hands on Pat Gordon Junior. Former friends until Pat used some questionable techniques to beat Adam Stryker at an event in Boston!”

After the vicious headbutt Grinder grabs PGJR with a side headlock and drags his face along the top rope, ripping at his flesh and eyes. He drags PGJR all the way to one of the corners. While PGJR is grabbing at his face Grinder made it his own prerogative to untie the padding to the top turnbuckle. Grinder grabs Pat by the back of the head and drives a knee up into his gut just to add insult to injury before repeatedly smashing PGJR’s head into the exposed turnbuckle! After ten straight turnbuckle smashes. Pat stumbles backwards and Grinder pulls him backwards by his head as if going for an inverted DDT. Grinder gets a hold of Pats trunks and lifts him up over his head, coming down into a stunner to finish off the Osaka Street Cutter! Pat lays motionless in the middle of the ring on his back, his face covered by blood that is squirting out from a cut on his forehead that was the result of forehead meeting steel. Grinder looks down at PGJR proud of his actions and slides out of the ring, heading up the entrance way towards the backstage area while the fans shower him with boos. Grinder seems unfazed by the crowds reactions, walking to the back as if he had blinders on.

VASSA: ”Pat Gordon Junior got what was coming to him! He threw away a friendship all to get a win over someone that had his number throughout their careers…”

JOHNSON: ”Since when did you become such a historian of Second-to-None Wrestling?”

Alec and Mannie have essentially flattened Average Joe on the outside of the ring. Alec lifts Joe up and quickly tosses him over head with a bear hug belly to belly suplex! While Alec was tossing Joe around ringside Mannie climbed up to the top rope. He looks to the outside and measures up Average Joe before jumping from the top rope to the outside with his diving double foot stomp that he calls Started From the Bottom. Alec in the meantime notices that PGJR has been left flat in the ring like a present with a pretty little bow on it. He slides into the ring as the ref begins to regain his composure. Alec looks down at a bloody PGJR and laughs. He lifts the lifeless PGJR up and whips him into the corner. Alec charges and leaps before coming down with a stinger splash that PGJR manages to somehow dodge! Alec crashes into the exposed turnbuckle and winces in pain as Pat falls back down to his knees. PGJR pushes to his knees as Alec stumbles out of the corner. Pat barely lifts Alec up and spins him around before dropping him shoulder first across his knee with the Bruin Breaker, a variant of the tilt-a-whirl shoulder breaker. PGJR falls on top of Alec and the ref painfully makes the count.

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Alec powers out of the pin attempt with ease. He sits up and rotates his shoulder while PGJR inches towards the ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Pat looks like he got the worst of it and he’s the one who made the pin attempt!”

VASSA: ”Don’t let this gift slip away Alec! This is your chance to avenge your loss to Pat Gordon Junior!”

Alec pulls himself up to his feet and turns towards PGJR. PGJR has pulled himself up to his feet and has his back pressed against the ropes to help keep him to his feet. Alec charges the ropes opposite PGJR and bounces back towards his opponent. At full speed he charges PGJR and hits him with a clothesline/crossbody variant that sends them both tumbling to the ring floor! Alec lands on his feet while Pat bounces off of the apron like a basketball. Alec looks down at his feet and lets out an animalistic roar before ripping up the padding, exposing the concrete floor beneath the mats. Alec stuffs PGJR’s head between his legs and lifts him up over his head with a gory special before flipping him over into a piledriver that he calls the Fear! Alec practically folds PGJR up in half while making the cover and the ref counts.

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Alec stands up and looks down at PGJR as Mannie moves around the ring to join his partner in victory.

JOHNSON: ”Unreal, Alec Quartermain picks up the scraps left behind from Grinder and moves on in the Tag Team Championship tournament with Young Mannie!”

VASSA: ”Don’t be so bitter. The better team won here tonight!”

Mannie and Alec raise their arms in victory as their music takes over the PA system.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, ALEC QUARTERMAIN AND YOUNG MANNIE!”

JOHNSON: ”Well they join Christian Taylor, Mike Smith, Drake Knight, Ice, Duke Thunder, and X.T.C in the second round of the tag team tournament wether or not it sits well with you.”

VASSA: ”Stop being such a debbie downer and let them bask in their glory!”

Our scene opens up backstage on a pair of dirty bare feet.

GRINDER: KONICHIWA!

From what just occurred in the Tag Team match up it is all too clear who this voice belongs to. The camera pans up to reveal the face of 220 superstar Grinder. He is panting and out of breath. The capacity crowd inside of the Phoenix Theatre erupts, booing him loudly, probably still not believing what they’d just witnessed. Grinder had been Second to None’s most beloved, if not pitied roster member and only one of two men still around who appeared on iPPV:1. To see him at a 4CW event was about as shocking as his actions had just been. And then Grinder really shocked the world as Tidus Howe steps into view and smacked Grinder hard on his shoulder.

HOWE: And that’s why you’re known as Grinder! Good shit!

Howe turned to the camera.

HOWE: And I don’t care who you are or which side you swear your allegiance to, be it 220 or 4CW, you’re going to know that from this night forward that when Grinder speaks on something then that’s exactly what you should expect to see as well.

“The Lanista” Tidus Howe was full of swagger. He acted as if he had hit the jackpot to be here with a man that 220 thought of as the proverbial loser. He pulls at his long goatee before continuing.

HOWE: After all, he has told you all over and over again for weeks now…that he has been busy moving into a new…HOUSE. Now he’s found a Home…With Me!

As the word came out of his mouth, the scene ended and the House of Howe graphic advertisement hit the screen. The crowd shocked to silence.

INTERMISSION

MAIN EVENT
SOUTH-WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
LAST MAN STANDING
NO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE
JASON PHOENIX VS. JASON CASHE ©

VASSA: ”This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!”

JOHNSON: ”The last time these two met in the ring weeks ago with the title on the line, it ended in a no contest. Tonight, I don’t think that can happen unless they both knock each other out at the same time.”

VASSA: ”We shouldn’t have to worry about House of Howe or Power Trip sticking their noses in either. If either do, then this match is over without hesitation.”

JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace wants a big match between these two, a huge title defense that ends with someone getting their arm raised at the end.”

VASSA: ”Well, it looks like Larry Collins is ready to get things going. Take it away Mike Powers!”

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for the main event?!?!”

“YES WE ARE!!!”

POWERS: ”Our main event will be a last man standing match with no outside interference allowed at all. Our first competitor comes to you all out of Miami, Florida weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Living and The Tormented Soul”… Jason PPHHOOEENNIIXX!!!”

The lights dim down low as it becomes almost filled with blackness; smoking starts to fill the ringside area as well as the entrance ramp, and two figures appear out from the back. “Violence Fetish” is now playing throughout the sound system as the video upon the wrestling-tron begins to play the living legend’s entrance video. The fans waste of no time to boo the moment Jason Phoenix’s video is playing. The lights slowly turn to white as Jason Phoenix is seen on the ramp with his lovely wife Morgan Alvertez. Morgan plays with her hair as her opposing hand is on his arm. The pair starts down the ramp as Morgan scowls at the booing fans and Jason Phoenix completely ignores their booing. They walk down the ramp slowly and stiffly as there appears to be no emotion in the eyes of Jason Phoenix. They make their way down to the ring and Morgan Alvertez walks over to Jason’s corner as Jason slowly creeps up the stairs. He stops at the top and he glares across the ring. He tilts his down and starts onto the apron. He stops at the beginning of the apron and steps over the second rope. He enters the ring and slowly walks to the middle of the ring. He turns back to the ramp area as he starts rubbing his hands together as the smoke clears, the lights turn back on, the entrance video quits playing, and his music fades. He tilts his head up and stares at the entrance ramp as he waits for his next victim.

JOHNSON: ”We’re at the Phoenix Theatre in Phoenix Arizona. If Jason Phoenix is going to make a name for himself in 4CW, I don’t see a better opportunity than tonight!”

VASSA: ”This could very well be the night of the Phoenix but don’t think for one second that Cashe is going to stand by and watch it happen. This is going to be one hell of a fight!”

“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 Cashe steps through the back curtain with the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Championship buckled around his waist as he 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 the Atlanta born but Houston representative, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches… He is the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion, “The Influential” Jason CCAASSHHEE!!!”

“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 he unbuckles the Championship 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 and lifts the Championship high into the air above him. He dips through the ropes and enters the ring to a louder pop from the crowd. He makes a roof over his head with his hands for the cameras to see before handing the belt off to the referee and leans against the ropes. Ready for his dose of Action.

JOHNSON: ”There he is ladies and gents, the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion.”

VASSA: ”Jason Phoenix doesn’t look too thrilled to see the grand entrance but he’ll get his chance to sort that out momentarily.”

JOHNSON: ”The official, Larry Collins, holds the championship in the air for a brief moment as Cashe and Phoenix both look on. These two are going to rip each other apart.”

VASSA: ”They’re going to have to do it alone and without any help from their respective parties.”

JOHNSON: ”Well, the championship has been handed away and placed on our announcers table. Collins looks like he’s ready to get this thing rolling.”

VASSA: ”LET’S DO IT!!!”

The ref signals for the bell as the match officially begins.

DING!!! DING!!!

Cashe walks to the center of the ring as Phoenix looks on from his corner. Cashe then stops in the center and holds his arms out to the side, running his mouth at Phoenix. Out of nowhere, Phoenix darts out of his corner towards Cashe and tackles him in the middle of the ring. Phoenix mounts himself on top of Cashe and delivers a series of hard punches as Cashe defends himself. Phoenix then swings with a hard right but Cashe catches his arm and rolls to his left, flipping Phoenix off of him.

The two then climb to their feet quickly and stare each other down in the ring. Cashe continues to run his mouth, inviting Phoenix to take a shot. The two then lock up in the center of the ring and have a power struggle. Phoenix gets the advantage and locks Cashe in a headlock. Cashe punches Phoenix in the stomach and breaks the hold before locking up once more. This time, Cashe gets the upperhand and hooks an armbar. Phoenix holds his ground, not moving much at all to keep the pressure off. He then grabs Cashe’s arm with his free arm and spins out of the move, locking Cashe into an arm bar in the process.

Phoenix applies the pressure as Cashe lets out a grunt in pain. Cashe then grabs Phoenix’s arm with his free arm and spins out of the armbar as well. The two face each other in the center of the ring and lock up for a third time. Just as they get a hold of each other, Cashe delivers a knee to Phoenix’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Phoenix goes back a step as Cashe see’s opportunity and slaps both hands on Phoenix’s ears, as if he was trying to pop his head.

JOHNSON: ”Cashe likes to call that the bell clap!”

VASSA: ”He’s going to make someone deaf doing that one day.”

Phoenix holds his ears in pain as Cashe quickly moves in and takes him to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex. Cashe then climbs on top of Phoenix and swings down wildly and connects with gorilla styled fists. Phoenix tries to defend the best he can but Cashe connects with a few before being satisfied. Cashe then climbs off of Phoenix and stands to his feet. Noticing Phoenix’s hand by his side, Cashe quickly stomps on his fingers.

VASSA: ”There’s the dirty fighting Jason Cashe we’ve all grown to love!”

Cashe then runs to the ropes and bounces off, coming back and leaping into the air. He comes down and connects head to head with Phoenix as he nails him with a jumping headbutt. Cashe bounces off and rolls to the side as they both hold their heads in pain. Cashe slowly gets to his feet as Phoenix just rolls over to his stomach. Cashe stands up and shakes it off as Phoenix makes it to one knee. All of a sudden, Cashe steps in and introduces his knee to Phoenix’s face as jumps into it. Phoenix’s head slings back and he slams against the canvas as Cashe steps over him. The ref then begins to count as Cashe stands over Phoenix.

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Cashe looks at the ref and shakes his head and then bends over and pulls Phoenix up by the head.

VASSA: ”I don’t think Cashe is anywhere near ready for the ref to start counting. These two have a lot of unsettled business from 4CW 008.”

JOHNSON: ”The championship is on the line, you have to just win the match and not let your pride get in the way.”

VASSA: ”Some people will never settle for the easy win and tonight, Cashe is going to give us the title defense we deserve!”

As Cashe pulls Phoenix to his feet, he gets pushed back a step as Phoenix breaks the hold. With all of his might, Phoenix lunges forward and connects with a vicious heart punch that sends Cashe down to one knee. Phoenix then moves in and Cashe gets back to both feet and swings with a right. Phoenix throws his arm in the air and blocks the blow and then kicks Cashe in the stomach. Phoenix then draws his right hand back and swings forward, connecting with a devastating right hook to Cashe’s jaw. Cashe stumbles back a step and then Phoenix moves in and slams Cashe to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Phoenix has turned it around!”

VASSA: ”It was only a matter of time before the tables turned.”

Phoenix quickly gets to his feet and runs to the ropes while Cashe is still down. He bounces off and comes back with a leg drop across Cashe’s throat. Cashe’s legs go into the air ad Phoenix’s leg keeps his head from leaving the mat. Phoenix then gets back up and grabs a hold of both Cashe’s legs, wrapping one arm around each. Phoenix then lifts Cashe up and spins around, taking Cashe for a swing. After three revolutions, Phoenix releases Cashe’s legs and sends him flying towards the corner. Cashe crashes into the canvas and rolls towards the corner, crashing into the turnbuckle.

VASSA: ”Damn!”

JOHNSON: ”Talk about overkill.”

Phoenix hurries towards Cashe and grabs his foot before the ref can even get a one count off. He drags Cashe to the center of the ring and then pulls him to his feet by the arm. Phoenix then lifts Cashe into the air and drops to one knee, bringing Cashe down as well and planting his shoulder into the knee directly under Cashe. Just as the shoulder breaker connects, Phoenix lets go of Cashe and watches him frlip over and fall into the canvas face first. Phoenix then kicks Cashe in the stomach, flipping him over, back to the canvas. Phoenix then jumps on Cashe’s upper body and grabs his head and begins delivering knee strikes to Cashe’s face over and over and over again.

JOHNSON: ”Phoenix isn’t letting up one bit!”

VASSA: ”What do you expect? The South-West strap is on the line!”

Phoenix pushes himself up to his feet, while driving his fists into Cashe’s shoulder. He then turns to walk away but suddenly turns back around, and delivers a quick kick to the side of Cashe’s face. Cashe rolls over to his stomach as Phoenix takes a few steps back, looking down at Cashe as the ref begins the count.

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VASSA: ”Here’s our first real attempt at a count out.”

JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t count Cashe out just yet!”

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Cashe then pushes himself up as Phoenix looks on with an angry look on his face. As Cashe gets to one knee, Phoenix quickly grabs him by the back of the head and pants and pulls him up. Phoenix then runs towards the corner, pulling Cashe alone, and throws him into the corner, shoulder first. Cashe goes in between the middle and top rope and crashes into the turnbuckle with his shoulder.

VASSA: ”OUCH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s the same shoulder that Phoenix dropped over his knee just a few moments ago.”

Cashe holds himself up with the middle rope as he rests in the turnbuckle. Phoenix then grabs Cashe by the foot and jerks him away from the corner. Cashe tries to hold on to the rope but his grip breaks loose as he gets pulled away and crashes to the mat, face first. Phoenix then turns Cashe over and stomps on his knee. Phoenix then legs go of Cashe’s leg and quickly raises his foot in the air and kicks it towards Cashe’s face. Suddenly, Cashe rolls underneath the bottom rope and exits the ring just as Phoenix’s foot slams to the mat where his head was a split second before.

JOHNSON: ”That was close!”

VASSA: ”Really? Thanks for pointing that out to us!”

Cashe slowly walks along the side of the ring on the outside as Phoenix stares him down. Cashe then holds his arms to the side and yells for Phoenix to exit the ring. Cashe then jumps towards the ring and sweeps his arms under the bottom rope but Phoenix jumps up as his hands go underneath his feet. Phoenix then see’s an opportunity and quickly climbs under the top rope out of the ring only to catch a forearm to the back as Cashe takes advantage of the moment. Cashe delivers another forearm across his back and then turns him around. Cashe slaps Phoenix across the chest and then grabs his arm and throws him into the steel barricade. Phoenix crashes into the barricade, back first, only to get met with a clothesline. Cashe flips Phoenix up and over the barricade, into the crowd. The fans quickly separate and create an open circle. Cashe then hops over the barricade and kicks Phoenix in the side. He then pulls Phoenix up and slings him into the barricade once more, this time head first.

JOHNSON: ”Phoenix is going to feel that in the morning!”

Cashe wastes no time and pulls Phoenix back to his feet. He then grabs Phoenix and hits him with a snap suplex onto the bare, hard floor. Phoenix rolls away and then holds his back in pain as Cashe slowly gets up. Cashe walks back to Phoenix and pulls him up again and this time he hits him with a huge European uppercut as he pulls him up. It stuns Phoenix and knocks him back a few steps and Cashe draws back and swings with a big right hook. Phoenix quickly ducks and then delivers a headbutt to Cashe sternum, knocking him down to one knee. Phoenix then pulls him back to both feet and lifts him into the air and plants him into the cold, hard floor with a sit-out spinebuster.

VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”These two are going to kill each other by the end of this match but hey, at least the fans are enjoying it.”

VASSA: ”I’m enjoying it! I wish I had a seat in that section of the building right now.”

JOHNSON: ”We always have the best seat in the house and now you want an even better one once the match moves to the outside? Greedy!”

VASSA: ”Who wouldn’t want to see this up close and personal?”

JOHNSON: ”For once I think I have to agree with you.”

Phoenix gets back to his feet as Cashe lies on the hard floor in pain. He then walks towards Cashe and grabs him by the arm and pulls him to his feet, holding up Cashe’s limp body. Phoenix then knees Cashe in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him as he bends over from the impact. Phoenix then lifts Cashe into the air for a powerbomb but somehow, Cashe manages to wiggle himself free and falls behind Phoenix. Cashe then hooks a cobra clutch on Phoenix and lifts him into the air just before slamming him to the floor, back first. Phoenix’s head hits the floor with a thud. Cashe slowly rolls away towards the barricade and uses it to pull himself up as the ref begins to count Phoenix down.

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JOHNSON: ”Phoenix is down, but will he get up?”

VASSA: ”He’s starting to move and Cashe doesn’t even realize it.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s barely holding himself up by the barricade. I think he should just focus on keeping himself on both feet.”

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Phoenix then gets up just as the ref counts NINE. Him and Cashe then lock eyes as the fans begin to chant…

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

The two then slowly stagger towards one another. Cashe fires first with a hard right and connects. Phoenix then fires back with a right of his own and connects. Cashe then fires with an even harder right and connects, knocking Phoenix back a step. Phoenix then steps forward with momentum and delivers a right uppdercut that sends Cashe backwards and over the barricade, back to ringside. Cashe falls to the floor outside of the ring as Phoenix slowly walks towards the barricade and the ref begins the count.

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VASSA: ”Just a moment ago Phoenix was down for the count and now Cashe is!”

JOHNSON: ”We all knew that this was going to be one heck of a fight and so far it’s lived up to all expectations.”

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Cashe then rolls over and slowly pushes himself up and climbs to his feet just as Phoenix makes his way over the barricade. Phoenix then grabs Cashe by the back of the head and pants and rolls him into the ring. Phoenix then walks towards the announcers booth as the ref counts with Cashe down inside of the ring.

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Phoenix grabs an empty chair and tosses it into the ring. He turns back towards the ring just as the South-West Heavyweight championship catches a glimpse in the corner of his eye.

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Phoenix turns back and grabs the championship and tosses it up and over the top rope, into the ring. He then slides underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring just as Cashe begins to get up.

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Cashe climbs to one knee as Phoenix gets up himself. The ref stops the count as Cashe gets to both feet. Phoenix grabs the chair in the ring as Cashe looks and see’s the nearby championship belt lying on the mat. Cashe quickly picks the title up and grips on with both hands. The two then rush at each other with their weapons in hand.

JOHNSON: ”This is going to get ugly.”

VASSA: ”No more than your face…”

JOHNSON: ”HEY NOW!!!”

Cashe and Phoenix collide as their weapons crash into the others head, knocking them both down and away from each other.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”I knew this was going to get ugly! Now they’re both down and out!”

The two lay on their backs in the ring as the ref begins to count them both down.

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VASSA: ”They both can’t be counted down, can they? We have to declare a winner.”

JOHNSON: ”Yes, someone has to win this match. In the event that they’re both counted down, I believe it will be whoever gets up first will be declared winner.”

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The two start to slowly come to as movement begins from both.

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They both begin to slowly climb to their feet as the count continues.

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Just as the ref counts nine, both get to their feet and the count ceases.

JOHNSON: ”Unbelievable!”

VASSA: ”I thought for sure we’d have a winner right there but I guess I was wrong…”

JOHNSON: ”You’ve been wrong your whole life. Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”

VASSA: ”I love you too!”

Phoenix and Cashe look up at each other in disbelief. The two then find a second wind and charge at one another and lock up in the center of the ring. Cashe takes control and locks Phoenix in a headlock and as usual, he then applies a noogie.

VASSA: ”As close as this match has been and with everything on the line, I love the fact that Cashe still keeps to the moves that the fans have grown to love.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Jason Phoenix cares for this move in particular.”

With all his might, Phoenix pushes Cashe off of him and towards the ropes. Cashe bounces and comes back only to get taken to the mat, face first, with a drop toe hold. The two quickly get up and Cashe runs to the ropes again and when he comes back, Phoenix holds his ground and knocks him to his back with a shoulder block. Cashe gets back up and pushes Phoenix back a few steps. Phoenix then pushes Cashe back a few steps. The two then go at each others throats and beat the living hell out of each other with head and body blows. Phoenix stuns Cashe with a shot to the kidney. He then lifts Cashe up in a fireman’s carry and goes for a death valley driver. At the last second, Cashe slips out of the hold and lands on his feet as Phoenix continues to go down to the mat. Cashe then kicks him in the back with his right foot. Phoenix releases a yell in pain as Cashe walks to his front side and stomps down on his ankle.

VASSA: ”Another classic Cashe move!”

Cashe then pulls Phoenix to his feet. Out of nowhere, Phoenix headbutts Cashe in the eye and then grabs his hand and bites down on it with force. Cashe yells in pain as Phoenix continues to bite. Phoenix then throws Cashe to the ropes and runs to the opposite ropes himself. The two bounce off the ropes and come back to the center of the ring. Phoenix leaps into the air and nearly takes Cashe’s head off with a flying lariat.

JOHNSON: ”Phoenix nearly decapitated Cashe right there!”

VASSA: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Cashe smacks the mat with a thud. Phoenix gives him no time to rest and quickly stomps on his stomach while he’s down. Phoenix then drops a fist right across Cashe’s forehead. Cashe rolls over in pain but forces himself to get up. Phoenix doesn’t give him the chance and comes over his back with a double axe handle. Cashe falls back to the mat on his stomach. Phoenix then runs to the rope and bounces back, this time he goes for a huge leg drop across the back of Cashe’s neck. At the last moment, Cashe rolls out of the way and Phoenix slams into the mat as an echo rips through the building. Cashe quickly gets up, although the fatigue shows. Meanwhile, Phoenix holds his backside in pain and slowly gets to one knee. Cashe then kicks his foot in the air and hits Phoenix with a drive by big boot to the head. Phoenix flies back and slams against the mat, back first. Following, Cashe loses his footing and falls to the mat as well, out of breath.

VASSA: ”They’re both down again!”

JOHNSON: ”I thought that Cashe had put him down but it appears that move took a lot out of him as well.”

VASSA: ”The ref begins the count again!”

The ref looks down at both fallen men and begins the count.

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VASSA: ”They’re both still down for the count!”

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JOHNSON: ”WAIT!!! They’re both starting to move.”

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Both begin to climb to their knees.

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Phoenix and Cashe both get one foot plants on the canvas but still have one knee down.

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Just before the eight count, both men stand completely up on their own will but struggle by the looks of things.

VASSA: ”THEY’RE BOTH UP AGAIN! Holy shit!”

JOHNSON: ”We all wanted to see a fight tonight and that’s exactly what these two brought to the ring tonight!”

VASSA: ”This isn’t going to be over until someone leaves on a stretcher.”

JOHNSON: ”It appears that…”

After staring each other down for a moment, the two charge each other and collide in the center of the ring. Phoenix hits Cashe with a right, then a left and another hard right. Cashe then fires back with a combo of his own, quick left, hard right, followed by a right to the side. Phoenix then draws back and swings with a killer right and connects across the jaw of Cashe. Cashe goes back a step and then swings with a right of his own lunging forward. He connects with Phoenix directly in the mouth. A mouthful of spit flies out of Phoenix’s mouth as his head flings back. Cashe then kicks him in the stomach and once he bends over, delivers a hard knee to the face. Phoenix’s head flies back again.

VASSA: ”Whiplash!”

JOHNSON: ”This is just down right ruthless!”

As Phoenix stumbles backwards, Cashe quickly moves behind him and wraps his arms around the back of his head and goes for his patented, back to back cutter.

JOHNSON: ”This might be it!”

VASSA: ”U.T.I.!!!”

Cashe goes to hit Phoenix with his finisher, the back to back cutter, U.T.I. As Cashe pulls Phoenix’s head down, Phoenix pulls himself away and breaks away from the hold. Cashe goes down to the mat without the move in tact and hits the mat.

VASSA: ”Phoenix escaped! Phoenix escaped!”

Phoenix then looks to the corner and see’s the chair still in the ring and quickly moves towards it. He picks it up and by the time he turns around, Cashe is right there to greet him with an elbow to the chops. Phoenix slams into the corner and Cashe swings for the fences with a right but at the last second, Phoenix holds the chair up and blocks the punch.

VASSA: ”OOHHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Luckily Phoenix had that chair handy!”

Cashe’s hand crashes into the steel chair and puts a dent in it but also takes a toll on himself. He pulls his hand back in pain and then Phoenix raises the chair over his head and cracks it down on Cashe’s skull.

JOHNSON: ”Lights out!”

VASSA: ”Lights out!”

Cashe stumbles but refuses to fall down. Phoenix then tosses the chair aside and kicks Cashe in the stomach. Cashe lunges over from the kick and Phoenix quickly hooks both of his arms. Phoenix then lifts him into the air with a double underhook and holds him up over his shoulders, with his back pressed against his shoulder blade.

JOHNSON: ”I think Phoenix is about to attempt to put a nail in the coffin and put Cashe away.”

VASSA: ”HERE IT COMES!!!”

Phoenix then drops to the mat with Cashe still hooked and held above his head, back resting on his shoulder. Phoenix pulls it off and nails Cashe with his double underhook Canadian backbreaker drop.

JOHNSON: ”The Death Sentence! This could be it!”

Cashe’s body bounces off of Phoenix’s shoulder and flips over, falling face first to the mat. Phoenix slowly gets to his feet as the ref begins the count.

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VASSA: ”Cashe appears to be out.”

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JOHNSON: ”If Cashe doesn’t start to get up then I think this one is in the books.”

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Phoenix slowly backs away from Cashe as he remains motionless.

TEN!!!

VASSA: ”We have a new champion!”

JOHNSON: ”Jason Phoenix has defeated Jason Cashe for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship!”

VASSA: ”We have a new champion! I can’t believe it!”

The ref walks to the corner and picks up the South-West Heavyweight championship and carries it to Jason Phoenix before handing it to him and raising his arm in the air.

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

“Violence Fetish” by Disturbed begins to play over the building as Phoenix holds the championship over his head with one arm and the other raised by the ref.

POWERS: ”Your winner and new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion… JASON PPHHOOEENNIIXX!!!”

As Phoenix holds his arms and new championship in the air, Morgan Alvertez runs out from the back and towards the ring. She slides underneath the bottom rope just as Phoenix notices her.

VASSA: ”And now we get some eye candy!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think she’s here for your enjoyment. I think she’s here to celebrate with her husband.”

Morgan runs to Phoenix and wraps her arms around him as he drops one arm around her but continues to hold the championship in the air.

JOHNSON: ”This has been one heck of a match and it finally ends with a new champion being crowned.”

VASSA: ”Yes it has. I’m dubbing tonight as The Night Of The Phoenix!”

JOHNSON: ”I like it Vinny! Tonight in Phoenix, at the Phoenix Theatre, Jason Phoenix has dethroned Jason Cashe and claimed the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship for himself. The stars have aligned!”

VASSA: ”Tonight was his night and Jason Phoenix took advantage of it!”

Cashe continues to lie in the ring, motionless as Phoenix and Alvertez celebrate on the other side. The two then slowly exit the ring and make their way up the entrance ramp towards the back.

JOHNSON: ”I’m already anxious to see what happens in two weeks at the next Adrenaline!”

VASSA: ”Me too. This was the second meeting between Phoenix and Cashe and tonight we have witnessed the ending to this match we were robbed of weeks ago. Who’s going to be next in line to challenge?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know! I’m sure we’ll find out in two weeks though. That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!!!”

The camera zooms in on Cashe who barely begins to move now as the fans cheer loudly and the scene slowly fades out.