ADRENALINE E07 (016)



ADRENALINE E07 (016)
FOX THEATRE [DETROIT, MICHIGAN]
JULY 28TH, 2014

UNDERCARD
EVAN CLARKE VS. EQUINOX

POWERS: ”Our first match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, the hometown native from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at one hundred eighty four pounds and standing five feet, nine inches tall. EVAN CCLLAARRKKEE!!!”

The opening notes to “Bliss” by Muse blast on the PA system as the 4CW crowd look to the entrance ramp. Some of the audience in the front row bang on the guardrail in time with the music. The guitar riff hits and the lights go out temporarily, before a spotlight appears in front of the curtain. Out walks Evan Clarke, who immediately kneels down, eyes locked on the ring. He leans back, holding his hands in front of his face before thrusting himself forward and jumping up, running right down the ramp and into the ring. He gets onto a corner turnbuckle and stretches his arms out, welcoming the fans’ reaction, posing like that for a few seconds before tight-rope walking halfway to the next turnbuckle, before jumping down and pacing around the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Evan Clarke is a newly signed talent to 4CW and makes his debut tonight.”

VASSA: ”Recently we’ve had a surge of new signings. Tonight, we get to see what Evan brings to the table.”

POWERS: ”And the opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri… he weighs in at two hundred thirty five pounds and stands five feet, eight inches tall. He is the Bizarre One… EEQQUUIINNOOXX!!!”

The lights went black, completely black in the theatre ready for this match up. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video as lights began to change to blue lighting as Equinox’s laugh can be heard as “The World Belongs To Me” by My Darkest Days begins to come over the PA System.

Fog began to appear as an umbrella can be seen twirling and twirling as it slowly rises and a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about over his head slowly, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder revealing this new black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed.

Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella. He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps before pulling up the ring apron and cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused.

Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his shirt as he let out a bloody scream.

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago Equinox captured an impressive victory over Jessica Robertson.”

JOHNSON: ”Impressive it was. We’ll see tonight if he can carry on the momentum and walk away with the win.”

The ref stands in the center of the ring, looking to each corner. As each wrestler nods that they are ready, the ref raises his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell sounds, Evan darts off from his corner and rushes towards Equinox. Taking him by surprise, Evan leaps into the air with a splash but misses as Equinox moves out of the way. Evan crashes into the corner and bounces off the turnbuckle a few steps. Equinox then lunges forward and knocks him to the canvas with a clothesline. Evan quickly gets up from the mat but gets attacked with punches to the back as Equinox goes on the assault. Grabbing Evan by the back of the head, Equinox throws him to the opposite corner. Evan slams into the turnbuckle back first and then gets greeted with a superkick to the chops.

VASSA: ”Equinox isn’t wasting his time tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”We haven’t seen anything from Evan Clarke yet and if things keep on like this, I doubt we will tonight.”

Equinox then kicks Evan in the chest and follows up with a double palm thrust to the chest. Evan slams against the turnbuckle again. Defenseless, Equinox attacks him with a series of punches and kicks, slowly wearing him down into a seating position. Equinox backs away from the corner and waves his arms in the air, getting the crowd behind him. He then looks over to the front row and makes eye contact with an unknown individual. Equinox then turns his attention back to Evan and runs at him, hitting him in the face with a running dropkick.

JOHNSON: ”Equinox is in control of this match and things aren’t looking too good for Evan Clarke.”

VASSA: ”I’m interested to know who that man is sitting in the front row that made eye contact with Equinox. I’ve seen the face somewhere before but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

Equniox slowly gets up and grabs Evan by the head, pulling him up as well. He then lifts Evan into the air and drops him in the center of the ring with a vertical suplex. Quickly popping up to his feet, Equinox runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. He stands at the top and looks over the crowd as he raises his arms in the air, working up the crowd. Equinox then leaps from the top rope with a corkscrew 630 senton splash and connects with Evan, before rolling off.

JOHNSON: ”THE DARK KINGDOM!!!”

VASSA: ”He’s going for the pin!”

Equinox then covers Evan as the ref drops down with the count…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Equinox has won it!”

VASSA: ”With ease on top of that. I don’t even think Evan Clarke knew he had a match tonight!”

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

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, EEQQUUIINNOOXX!!!”

His music hits the speakers as he stands to his feet and the ref raises his arm in the air. The fans cheer him on as Equinox paces around in a circle with his arm in the air. He then looks back to the front row and makes eye contact again with the same unknown person looking on.

VASSA: ”Mike Harrison! I knew I recognized that face somewhere!”

JOHNSON: ”That name does ring a bell. As a matter of fact, he signed a contract with 4CW earlier in the week.”

VASSA: ”I guess he’s out here tonight to scope out the competition first hand.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no better way…”

VASSA: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

Out of nowhere, Evan is back to his feet and attacks Equinox from behind. He knocks Equinox to the canvas and then begins to kick him multiple times while he’s down. On the outside, Mike Harrison jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. Mike begins to stomp his feet on the canvas as it echoes louder and louder. Evan stops his attack and slowly turns around.

BAM!!!

Mike connects with a powerful superkick to Evan’s jaw than lifts him off his feet and knocks him across the ring, crashing to his back.

VASSA: ”DAMN!!! Did you see that?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”Yes I did! I actually felt that impact!”

VASSA: ”I wonder what’s going to happen next. Him and Equinox have been making eye contact during the entire match. This could be bad for Equinox.”

Mike slowly walks over to Equinox and looks down at him for a moment. He then helps Equinox to his feet. Once standing, the two stare at each other for a moment before Mike extends his hand out. Equinox looks down at it and then extends his as well and the two shake hands in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”What’s this? Do we have a new alliance within 4CW?”

VASSA: ”Your guess is as good as mine, Steve. These two obviously know each other and by the looks of things, they have each others back.”

JOHNSON: ”Well we’re going to go backstage for a moment while the ring is cleared. What does this mean for the future?”

VASSA: ”I don’t know but I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

The cameras pan to the backstage area as Dustin James Holt is walking towards the ring. He stops midway and begins to slap himself in the face.

HOLT: ”Tonight, three bodies get added to the long list of victims. The Psycho is about to be unleashed. The only thing is can you survive the onslaught.”

He starts walking more while keeping eye contact with the camera.

HOLT: ”The Psycho Cometh.”

He walks out of the shot as the scene goes black.

UNDERCARD
FATAL FOUR WAY
DAMIEN BLACKHART VS. NIOBE MARTIN VS. RYAN KIDD VS. DUSTIN JAMES HOLT

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the theatre as it plunges into darkness as the sound of a wind up clock being turned can be heard over the PA sound system kicking off the start of “Quantus Tremor Est Futurus”by Ishikawa Tomohisa can be heard playing across the 4CW theatre. After a few minutes DAMIAN BLACKHART himself comes walking out from behind the black curtains, as he does a white piercing light comes shinning down upon him illuminating his figures silhouette as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds.

Damian soaks in the boos, and hate chants from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hate, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring. As Damian’s theme music continues to be heard across the theatre, the voice of Powers can be heard introducing him. Damian continues to stand under the piercing white light.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first, from Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at two hundred ten pounds and stands five feet, eleven inches tall. He is “The Young Immortal”, Damien BLACKHART!!!”

As his name is heard by the fans who can be heard near the isle chanting, and shouting as they make their hatred for him known, Blackhart slowly walks on down the isle, once at ringside Damian walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them before entering the ring finally and climbing up the nearest turnbuckle and throwing out his arms soaking in the jeers, and chants of abhorrance toward him before jumping down and awaiting his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

POWERS: ”Introducing next, coming to the ring out of Los Angeles, California. She weighs in at one hundred twenty five pounds and stands five feet, seven inches tall. She is the “Nightmare”, Niobe MARTIN!!!”

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the big screen of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…

‘Nightmare!

Now your nightmare comes to life…’

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

‘Dragged you down below

Down to the devils show

To be his guest forever

Peace of mind is less than never..’

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.

The lights in the theatre die down as the crowd in the theatre scream in anticipation. “You Wear The Crown But You’re No King“ by blessthefall suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of gold lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He stands on the entrance way surveying the theatre as the crowd jeers him on.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Long Beach, California, he weighs in at two hundred eighteen pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Fierce and the Fearless”, Ryan KIDD!!!”

As the gold lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp as the crowd in the ringside area verbally assaults him. He just smirks at them as he continues walking. He then stops at the bottom of the ramp and surveys the theatre before spreading his arms out and tilting his head back to bask in the glory of the fans’ jeering. He then continues walking making his way around the ring before stopping in front of a steel steps. He casually climbs the steps before stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and does the same pose he did on the ramp. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He again does his pose to the continued jeering of the fans. He then jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponent.

The lights inside the theatre where the 4CW event is being held goes down living the entire theater pitch black. A voice comes over the PA System startling the live audience, “He’s here to make things right.” The voice disappears as the room still remains pitch black. That is until, the giant screen lights up with a countdown clock ticking away. Right as the clock reaches zero, a video package begins to play as “Make Things Right” strikes up over the speakers. The double doors in the back of the theater swing open as red strobe lights flutter around the theater. A woman wearing a Chevron pattern Maxie dress walks into the theater first followed by a man wearing his trademark ring attire.

POWERS: ”Introducing last, he comes to the ring from Lakeland, Florida weighing in at two hundred thirty eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Psycho”, Dustin James HOLT!!!”

The couple walk down the center aisle as the crowd in the theater are giving Dustin a standing ovation as he completely ignores them. His facial expressions never change as he marches behind his wife while heading to the ring. Jenifer sidesteps out of the way as Dustin slides into the ring. He stays on the canvas while waiting for his wife to walk up the steel steps. As soon as she touches the ring apron, Dustin pops up and holds the ring ropes open for her. She enters the ring and stops right in the center of it. Dustin climbs up on a turnbuckle, removes his leather jacket and sunshades. He jumps off and lies down on the bottom ring rope while smacking himself in the face.

JOHNSON: ”We have three new signings to 4CW and a familiar face in the ring, Niobe.”

VASSA: ”Niobe has been with 4Cw since the beginning and remained loyal through all the bumps along the way. Tonight she gets to go head to head with three others who I understand to be under a preliminary contract.”

JOHNSON: ”Preliminary?”

VASSA: ”Yes! Basically, I hear that a long term deal will be based off of their performance tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s funny how you “hear” these things but it’s news to me.”

The ref checks with each corner for a nod and then throws his arm in the air, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

At the chime, all four rush to the center of the ring and collide in a huge brawl. Niobe exchanges punches with Kidd as Holt delivers a beating to Blackhart. Niobe gets the upperhand and catches Kidd with a jab to the throat, knocking him back a step. She then grabs him by the arm as Holt grabs Blackhart. Both Niobe and Holt throw their target to the ropes. Taking notice to what the other had done, Niobe and Holt step out of the way as they come back and watch as Kidd and Blackhart crash into each other in the center of the ring. As they fall to the canvas, Niobe then jumps on top of Blackhart as Holt jumps on top of Kidd. both then begin to punch furiously at the opponent on the ground, underneath. Niobe then climbs to her feet and pulls Blackhart up as well. She then lifts him up into the air and drops him with a vertical suplex. Meanwhile, Holt pulls Kidd to his feet and quickly takes him back down with a tiger suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Right out of the gate, Niobe and Dustin are taking it to Ryan and Damian!”

VASSA: ”This is a fatal fourway and the winner will be decided by first pinfall. With this many people in the ring, they need to act quickly and put someone down for the count before the other has the chance.”

Damian slowly gets up as Niobe watches on. Just as he gets to his feet, Holt swipes in and knocks him back to the canvas with a lariat. Holt then stands over Blackhart and swings down, punching him in the face wildly. Niobe then moves in on Kidd and pulls him up from the mat. She throws him to the ropes and once he comes back, she plants him in the canvas with a spinning spinebuster that echoes throughout the theatre. Holy takes notice and steps away from Blackhart. He then runs towards Kidd and drops a running knee across his face. Once Holt stands back up, Niobe pushes him across the chest with open palms in the form of slaps. Holt looks down at his chest as a sinister look comes over him. Just as he steps towards Niobe, Blackhart attacks him from the side with a series of punches. Holt fends them off and quickly fires back with a striking elbow to his nose, knocking him back a few steps. Niobe then leaps into the air and hits Blackhart with a drop kick that sends him falling backwards, flipping over the top rope and falling to the outside. Niobe and Holt then have a little stare off, continuing from moments ago. As the two slowly circle around each other, they notice Kidd slowly coming to and climbing to his feet. Holt takes his eyes away from Niobe for a second but gets caught with a kick to the stomach as she takes advantage of the situation. Niobe then runs over to Kidd and takes him back down to the canvas with a fireman’s carry takedown. Holt runs back in the picture and kicks Kidd in the head a few times while he’s down. He then lunges forward towards Niobe and grabs her by the hair, pulling her in closely. Holt then drives his knee into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

VASSA: ”I hope she’s not pregnant!”

JOHNSON: ”Seriously, Vinny? You really think she’d be in the ring if she was?”

Holt then hooks her head and attempts to lift her vertically. Niobe hooks his leg with hers, maintaining her footing. Holt tries to life her again but fails as she keeps his leg hooked with hers. Out of nowhere, Kidd punches Holt in the back of the head a few times. Holt keeps his hold on Niobe as he shakes off the blows from behind. He then pushes Niobe to the mat with all of his strength. Kidd punches him once more in the back of the head, finally grabbing his attention. Holt then turns around and catches Kidd in the jaw with a hard right. He then swings and connects with another, followed by another. As Kidd stumbles back, Holt then jumps in the air and knocks him to the canvas with a standing dropkick. On the other side of the ring, Blackhart is back within the ropes and stomping Niobe while she’s still down. Holt then grabs him by the back of the head and drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT. As Holt slowly gets to his feet, Niobe gets to hers and waits for the right moment to strike. She then moves in with a series of shin kicks that catch Holt off guard. Niobe then draws back and swings but gets her arm caught by Holt who then throws her behind him, towards the ropes. As Blackhart gets up, Niobe bounces off the ropes and comes back at Holt. Holt then ducks and lifts her up into the air as he stands straight up, vaulting Niobe straight up. Flipping in the air, Niobe lands on Blackhart’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head and flips him over to the mat with a frankensteiner. Kidd quickly rushes in and attacks Holt from behind. As the punches bounce off his body, Holt turns around and kicks Kidd in the stomach with force. Meanwhile, Niobe ascends the corner to the top rope. Holt then wraps his arms around Kidd’s head and jumps up and forward, bringing Kidd along for the ride and driving his face into the mat with an RKO. As the sound of Kidd’s head hitting the mat cuts through the sounds of the crowd, Niobe leaps from the top rope and hits Blackhart with a 450 Splash.

JOHNSON: ”The DKO!!!”

VASSA: ”The Hallucination!”

Holt covers kidd as Niobe follows and covers Blackhart. The ref then drops down to the mat with the count…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”They both got the pin! They both got the pin!”

JOHNSON: ”I know but who won? Who was the ref counting for?”

The ref then stands to his feet and grabs Holt’s arm, pulling him to his feet before raising it in the air for the victory.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”The ref recognized Holt covering Kidd for the pin before Niobe covered Blackhart!”

VASSA: ”NO!!! Niobe was so close!”

As the ref holds Holt’s arm in the air, “Make Things Right” by The Lacs begins to play over the theatre. Niobe continues to lay on top of Blackhart who is still out. She looks up at the ref holding Holt’s arm in the air and shakes her head in dissatisfaction.

JOHNSON: ”Only one person could walk out of here with the win and it had to be decided by pinfall. Dustin was just quicker to the draw.”

Jennifer Holt rolls into the ring and walks up to Holt and raises his other arm in the air. The two then share a passionate kiss as Niobe shakes her head and slowly rolls underneath the bottom rope, exiting the ring.

VASSA: ”This was a close match but in the end, Dustin James Holt came away with the victory.”

JOHNSON: ”I wasn’t expecting this type of ending. We’re going to go backstage for a moment as we clear the ring folks.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve got so much to show you tonight and-ohp, apparently something very important is happening backstage.”

VASSA: ”Apparently someone has arrived in the building!”

Backstage, a low angle shot shows the open fire escape door from the parking lot and the waist and down of the two people who just walked through it. On the left is a man wearing snug fitting black jeans and dark green low-top Chuck Taylor’s. On the right is a woman with skin known for being paler than ice water being a shade darker than usual. She wears deep purple wrestling trunks with knee pads and boots to match. Their hands entwined, fingers interlocked, the camera slowly pans upwards to reveal…

JOHNSON: ”Is that… what the Hell?”

VASSA ”Travis Black and Raven Aquilani… and, they’re holding hands?!”

JOHNSON: ”I have seen some shit in my day but these two… They couldn’t get further opposed if they tried.”

VASSA: ”Maybe it’s a goof. Maybe she’s trying to make me jealous enough to make a move? Let’s see what happens.”

Hand in hand, the new couple saunter down the corridor with lovers smirks splashed across their faces. Interns and staff members alike watch with a mix of awe and envy as the new couple make their way straight towards the office of one Perry Wallace like nobody else was watching. They were lost in a world of their own romance and there was not one person outside of it that mattered right now They came to a stop at the door of Perry Wallace, their eyes meeting with gazes that went right through each other. Voices low and husky, they spoke to one another in ways that betrayed their true thoughts, divorced from the actual meanings to what they were saying.

RAVEN: ”Do you need me there while you talk to Mr. Wallace?”

TRAVIS: ”Nuh-uh. I got this. Your match is before mine and you need to get warmed up.”

RAVEN: ”Sure. I’ll leave you to it then.”

Raven walks away still clutching onto Travis’s hand, snapping to a stop when Travis doesn’t let go.

TRAVIS: ”You forgot something.”

Travis draws her gently back into his embrace like a yo-yo, slithering a bronzed arm around the small of her back. Raven’s rests a hand on his chest, sinking her flawless teeth into her bottom lip as her lit eyes flit from the floor and back to his gaze. Before she finds her words words, Travis leans in and their lips meet with the zest and zeal that only fresh lust contains. Raven’s skin flushes with tingling sensations as her tongue meets his, while Travis fights to hold a deep lust that to unleash in front of the camera would be obscene. When it gets too much for either to take, they slowly, regretfully, draw back from their kiss.

TRAVIS: ”Now go. I’ve got Black Business to deal with. Kill Raab for me.”

RAVEN: ”Will do love.”

This time Travis lets go allowing Raven to make her way to her locker room. She looks back longingly one last time but Travis has already disappeared through the door to Perry’s office. Perry naturally is asleep at the wheel, staring blankly at his laptop unaware of the invader standing in front of his desk. It’s not until Travis noisily clears his throat that Perry comes to.

WALLACE: ”Jesus Christ. Don’t you people knock?”

TRAVIS: ”I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to be in this state. Are you looking at Suicide Girls or something? What’s with the drool hanging out your mouth?”

Turning a shade darker with embarrassment, Perry wipes the corner of his mouth for drool that’s not actually there.

WALLACE: ”Fuck. No. I’m just cleaning up your mess after you ended Jake Wakefield’s career at Ante Up. They’re talking lawsuits and everything.”

TRAVIS: ”Fuck Jake Wakefield. That case won’t see court. If he finds a lawyer to represent him, we’ll send him the video where I acted in self defence. He hasn’t got a leg to stand on.”

WALLACE: ”Yeah. Because you broke both of them. Now what do you want? I’m busy as I’ve just explained.”

TRAVIS: ”I’d like to register myself and Raven as a tag team. We will compete under the name ‘Law and Disorder’ and we will be looking to compete against any and all teams. We will be 4CW’s first ever dating tag team.”

WALLACE: ”Oh wow. You hit that? Nice. Give it up.”

Travis and Perry dap over the assembled paperwork mess on his desk.

WALLACE: ”Well listen, HR will breathe smoke up my ass about this and workplace relationships but it’s wrestling. There’s sexy people everywhere and in your position, I would not miss the opportunity to throw a fuck into that delicious piece of Britishness. The way I see it, it’s better you two hook up where you can settle beef in the ring rather than say you and a fan that takes pictures of you naked and sends it to Dave Meltzer. I’m happy to authorise this. Just, know that you might struggle to balance your ambitions as a team and on your own. I’m not going to double book one of my top new guys, so if either of you win a singles title you won’t be able to get a tag title match together. Got it? ”

TRAVIS: ”Sure. Whatever. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

WALLACE: ”Good. Now go warm up for your match with Jason Sanity. Try not to kill him too.”

Black makes his way back out Perry’s office door.

TRAVIS: ”I’m not promising shit.”

Black slams the door behind him so Perry can’t get another word in. Perry sighs, looking back at laptop screen. The camera pans around over his shoulder to show that Perry’s ‘hard work’ is being done on the website Hot or Not.

WALLACE: ”Ehhh… She’s cute but that mole on her tit man. Ugh… Fuck it. You’re too generous Perry. You’re too generous.”

He clicks the button and in her place appears a morbidly obese women with as many teeth as fingers. Perry recoils in horror. The scene fades to black.

The scene cuts to an office backstage where Perry Wallace is sitting behind a desk with a large, unknown individual sitting across from him. The two are talking amongst each other, mostly Wallace as Salieri listens, nodding his head.

WALLACE: ”It is what it is, I guess. I’m just trying to wrap my head around whatever it was that you intended with the sorry help you sent me two weeks ago.”

SALIERI: ”I told you, it was strictly business. It’s quite simple to say the least. I requested payment up front for my services and for me to even consider flying across the country. You paid, I’ll give you that much but a deadline is a deadline. You were late, plain and simple.”

WALLACE: ”Late? Come on, Michael! Payment was received not even two hours past your deadline. You’re a hard man to find. Plus, my delivery guy got caught up in traffic.”

SALIERI: ”Again, not my problem. If you contract someone to handle your dirty work then you need to make payment on time, end of story. There aren’t any acceptable excuses when it comes to this line of business. I’ve heard them all. You order shit, you eat shit. It’s all good though. Your money is green and on time. You have a thorn in your side and I’m here to make sure that NO ONE lays another hand on you.”

WALLACE: ”Just like that? After having your guy watch delightfully two weeks ago while Havok attacked me, things are good now?”

SALIERI: ”Indeed. Let this be a small lesson learned. If you want to hire the services of someone in my line of work then you better pay up on time. Once the money is exchanged, I’ll make sure that no one EVER fucks with you again. You need muscle, I’m your guy. You need me to take out the trash, I’m your guy. You need me to consign my services for a later payment, I’m NOT your guy. As long as you keep the payments coming in on time then you can rest easy knowing that no one else is going to lay a hand on you. IF they do, they have me to answer to and I don’t like being made a fool of.”

A knock is then heard at the door as Wallace’s eyes quickly focus on the doorknob. Anxiety comes over him as he looks at Salieri and clears his throat.

WALLACE: ”You going to get that?”

Salieri laughs quietly before standing up and nodding at Wallace.

SALIERI: ”Relax. Nothing is going to happen to you on my watch.”

Salieri turns to the door and grabs the doorknob, slowly turning. He then pulls the door back, opening it only to reveal a beautiful face on the other side. Salieri looks the unknown female over, from top to bottom before turning back to Wallace.

WALLACE: ”Oh yes, I’ve been expecting you.”

Wallace stands up and walks around the desk. He then looks at Salieri and pats him on the shoulder before speaking up.

WALLACE: ”Michael, I’ll take it from here. Wait in the hall and keep an eye out, please.”

Salieri walks out of the room as Wallace stands by the door. He then waves for the female to enter as he backs up and sits on the edge of his desk.

WALLACE: ”Kaylyn James Evans, what a delightful surprise. Please, come in. Lets talk a little and go over the details of this contract I have prepared for you.”

Kaylyn walks into the room as Salieri reaches inside and pulls the door closed behind her.

WALLACE: ”Please, have a seat.”

Wallace pulls the chair out for Kaylyn before backing up and circling to his side of the desk and taking a seat.

WALLACE: ”First and foremost, I’m glad that you have given 4CW the opportunity to showcase your talents in the ring. Although we’re still fairly new in this business, the foundation has been secured and we’re slowly becoming a staple in this industry. Since speaking with you earlier in the week, I’ve put together a contract based around the terms we have discussed. Here, take a quick look and let me know what’s on your mind.”

Wallace opens the drawer to his desk and pulls out a folder and drops it on the desk. He then opens it and pulls out a freshly printed contract and slides it across the table for Kaylyn to review.

WALLACE: ”Please, take your time.”

Kaylyn took the contract he handed across the desk and started to look it over. She bit down on her lower lip and read over things carefully before looking up at Perry.

EVANS: ”I believe everything is in order. You had good timing in contacting me. I was just starting to feel the need to get into the ring again. From the looks of everything, you’re willing to meet my conditions, so we are set to go.”

WALLACE: ”Sounds good to me! If I can just get your signature here, I will have the office make an official contract tomorrow. This is basically us just agreeing to terms and moving on to the final process.”

Evans grabbed a pen off the desk and signed the contract before handing it back to Perry.

WALLACE: ”One more thing, I was just wondering and I hope that I don’t peel off any old scabs but where are things sitting with you and Cashe now? I knew you two were an item before. I just want to make sure that him being here isn’t going to distract you from shinning in the ring.”

EVANS: ”He’s not going to be a distraction, Mr. Wallace. I decided to come to 4CW for my career. Are we done?”

WALLACE: ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to make sure he won’t be a distraction and you can showcase your talents without interruptions. We’re done, though. I’ll have my people get with you tomorrow and finalize this. Thanks!”

Kaylyn stands up from her chair and walks out of the room. As Wallace continues to sit, looking over the contract, Salieri enters the room and closes the door behind him before taking a seat.

SALIERI: ”She doesn’t look too happy.”

WALLACE: ”I think I may have upset her a little but she’ll be fine. Michael, I have some things to attend to but I wanted to talk with you about this main event that I am referee in later tonight.”

SALIERI: ”What’s up?”

WALLACE: ”Now Havok has been a pain in my ass as of late. Tonight, I won’t be needing your assistance at ringside while I call this match. I need to prove that I am the authority in the ring and that I don’t need muscle to call a decent match.”

SALIERI: ”Are you sure? I’ve seen that happens when you try to handle yourself.”

WALLACE: ”Yes I’m sure, damnit!”

The two continue talking as the scene slowly fades…

We take a break from the action to catch up with Gabriel Hartman who is standing by with two competitors who will be in action later tonight.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing by with the American Psychos, Jai Knightly, and Jax Waverly.”

Zooming out we can see see Jai and Jax standing on opposite sides of Hartman. Jai is wearing his patent shades and Jax is standing slightly behind Hartman, just staring at him.

HARTMAN: ”I would like to formally welcome you two, and I’d like to get your thoughts on the four corners tag team match tonight.”

KNIGHLY: “We have previously been outspoken about our thoughts pertaining to this match, so maybe you weren’t paying attention.”

HARTMAN: ”Well, I…”

Jai cuts him off.

KNIGHTLY: “But in case you have short term memory loss, or the people at home didn’t care to listen, we are not here to win. We are here to cause disruption and to ultimately win the tag team titles. It’s funny because people are finding that hard to believe.”

With sarcasm in his voice.

KNIGHTLY: “What?! You don’t want to win? You’re in the wrong business. You’re a liar. If you’re here, you want to win.”

Jai goes back to a normal tone as he shakes his finger at the camera.

KNIGHTLY: “Maybe you all are in the wrong business because throughout the history of time, people have lost, and have gone on to become champions. And it was because of circumstance. It was because of opportunity. The only thing this match gives us is a chance. A chance to make a statement and to strike fear into the entire tag team division and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Jax is still looking at Hartman and lifts his hand, and begins to run his hand across his shoulder. Jax suddenly grips his shoulder as Hartman flinches in pain. Jax turns to the camera with his fingers dug deep into Hartman’s shoulder and begins to speak.

WAVERLY: “The American Psychos are here and we are here to stay. Tonight, the whole world will get a small glimpse of what we’re capable of. Tonight, the countdown to dethrone New Gen Rising begins. In three…two….”

Jai grabs the hand of Hartman and pulls the mic back over to him.

KNIGHTLY: “ONE!”

Waverly releases the grip on Hartman and the two gentlemen walk away, Very calmly.

As we cut back to ringside, the fans begin to roar with boos as Perry Wallace walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. Greeted with displeasure, Wallace shakes his head in humor before looking back to the curtain as Michael Salieri walks out behind him.

VASSA: ”There he is, Michael Salieri! Perry has been hinting towards a full time powerhouse to act as a bodyguard and this guy fits the bill perfectly.”

JOHNSON: ”I haven’t seen this man in quite a few years but he’ still looks like a beast. This guy is massive!”

VASSA: ”Calm down there, Steve! You sound like you met with him in the back before the show kicked off. We wrestled briefly a few years back. His uncle and I are actually pretty good friends.”

JOHNSON: ”You wouldn’t catch me with someone like his uncle. I appreciate life.”

VASSA: ”He’s not that bad once you get to know him. Just make sure to always pay your debts on time…”

Wallace and Salieri continue towards the ring as the fans boo loudly and throw trash as Wallace passes by. Once at ringside, Wallace walks up the ring steps as Salieri grabs on to the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron before entering the ring. Once inside, Wallace walks to the middle of the ring and pulls out a mic as Salieri leans against the ropes behind him, watching over his back.

WALLACE: ”You people never cease to amaze me!”

The fans boo louder as Wallace grins from one ear to the other before speaking up.

WALLACE: ”ENOUGH!!! You people have no right to dislike me. I’ve busted my ass to build this promotion with the help of Frankie Morrison. Show after show, we’ve brought you the best talent in the business. Then I have a little disagreement with a toothless prick you all cherish so dearly and it’s the end of the world for me? Get over yourselves!”

The fans react even louder as a few pieces of trash fly into the ring.

WALLACE: ”I can only assume that you all would be out for my head if I stood here and trash talked Havok but he isn’t worth the timeslot right now! I will address his insubordinate ass later tonight!”

“As you all can see, I have a friend with me tonight. To all those watching in the back who might EVER think of laying your hands on me… THINK AGAIN!!! This slab of muscle and anger behind me is my new personal bodyguard, a set of hands to take care of any dirty work I see fit. I’m the goddamn CEO of this company and I will not be bullied by the likes of Jason Cashe or Nathaniel Havok!”

The fans erupt into chanting as Wallace stops and listens, looking over the theatre with disgust.

“JA-SON CASHE!!! JA-SON CASHE!!! JA-SON CASHE!!! JA-SON CASHE!!! JA-SON CASHE!!!”

Wallace shakes his head in displeasure as he releases a furious scream.

WALLACE: ”KNOCK IT OFF!!! As for Cashe, it’s time to raise the stakes for him being our South-West Heavyweight champion. In three months we will hold another quarterly super-show, FRIGHT NIGHT! The other night while I was lying in bed, a vision came to mind. I pictured eight wrestlers competing for the South-West Heavyweight championship. I pictured two wrestling rings sitting side by side. I pictured a huge steel cage surrounding both wrestling rings. You know what else I pictured?”

“I pictured 4CW crowning a new South-West Heavyweight champion!

The crowd bursts into boos as Wallace smiles and looks at the facial reactions. He looks back at Salieri who continues to lean against the ropes and nods. Slowly raising his opened hand into the air, Wallace quickly closes it with his head looking down and the mic raised to his mouth with the other.

WALLACE: ”You heard it here first! I vision 4CW crowning a NEW South-West Heavyweight champion in this eight person, two ring, steel caged single elimination brawl. It’s going to be a damn WARZONE!”

Wallace breaks into a hysterical laughter as he lowers the mix from his mouth. The fans react negatively as Wallace laughs in the center of the ring. Salieri slowly walks up to him and pats him on the back and leans in to whisper something in his ear. Wallace nods and waves him off before straightening his act and raising the mic back to his lips.

WALLACE: ”Eight people you say? That’s right! Over the next four weeks, over the next two Adrenaline’s, we are going to hold qualifying matches for wrestlers to EARN their spot in this WARZONE type event that will forever be remembered as it is engraved in the history of 4CW.”

“Two weeks from tonight, eight wrestlers will compete in head to head matches, four singles matches total. With these four matches and eight wrestlers, four will advance to gain a position in this mega match. Then, two weeks later, we will repeat the process with eight different wrestlers and only four will advance to gain the final four positions. This is going to be a series of great matches that will raises the level of Adrenaline flowing in each and every one of your bodies.”

“Wait a second. Eight people must earn a position in this eight man match for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship? YES! That’s right, our champion will also have to earn his opposition to defend the championship in this historical match that has yet to happen. The champion that you all love so much must EARN his spot in this match to defend the elite championship of this company, the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship!”

The fans pop with cheers as Perry announces the information. He looks over the crowd with satisfaction before clearing his throat and speaking over them.

WALLACE: ”Our champion, JASON CASHE, has to EARN his spot just like each and every wrestler in the back. For weeks, he has spit in my face and challenged my authority. No more, not with this machine standing behind me. If Jason Cashe wants to retain that championship, or even defend it. he has to step to the challenge and prove himself. Jason Ca…”

“Cashin Out” plays and the Live Crowd goes insane with cheers! Wallace turns to the stage, his eyes all bugged out as he no look reaches out for Michael Salieri to protect him.

JOHNSON: “Here comes trouble..”

VASSA: “Trouble? Pssh do you hear this crowd? Trouble is a Desire for these fans!”

Out from the back, the 4CW South West Heavyweight Champion steps out with the Title wrapped around his waist. The sight of him causes the fans to pop louder as the big Michael Salieri stands closer to the ropes as if putting up a wall for Perry Wallace to hide behind. Cashe having a mic in hand, waits as the fans continue cheering but eventually die down a bit so he can speak.

CASHE: “Yeeeeeeeoooooooo!”

Again the fans pop loudly as Cashe plays to them some. Wallace points at Cashe yelling from behind Salieri. Cashe stares down the entrance ramp and into the ring at the cowardly CEO.

CASHE: “Am I suppose to feel threatened? Heh…because of HIM? Tsk, come on man! You know what that big, dumb bitch represents to this business? Failure. His uncle, a MUCH smarter man for this Business than you can ever be Wallace but that “Protection” you have with you is like putting on a Knitted Condom. Useless.”

As the crowd burst into laughter, Michael Salieri is going nuts wanting to exit the ring. Perry Wallace grabbing him, begging him to stay so that he isn’t left unguarded. Wallace in a very serious, almost tearful manner speaks at Cashe.

WALLACE: “YOU WILL SHUT UP!!”

CASHE: “YOU or Him can’t make me shut up..So eat the sour part of a dirty taint you crybaby bitch!”

Again the Fox Theatre bounces in laughter as Perry Wallace gets red in the face.

CASHE: “Now I couldn’t help but hear you go on about this special match you’ve…Dreamed about? Yeah, you having Wet Dreams about dudes sweating and grappling is something I’d not share with this many people. But if it’s real then I’m all for it Wallace. Since day ONE, I’ve asked to Fight. I don’t duck shit and with the people who have fallen, been taken out by my hands you should be well aware of the danger that you have put yourself in.”

Waving for Cashe to come down, Perry Wallace is smiling as he peeks out from around the back of Michael Salieri. He feels a little more safe and has confidence in his new Hired Help that he taunts Cashe and does so verbally.

WALLACE: “Come on down then! We are not scared of you!”

CASHE: “He says as he hides behind a Short Bus Reject. Look Wallace I have a big match tonight and standing out here trading comments with you is just too easy. You want to stack the deck against me? Try and get this Championship off me? Fine but in this “Qualifying” match…I want to DEFEND this Title!”

A Huge pop as the Champion makes his suggestion. Wallace smiles real big, his thoughts playing in with his dream of seeing a new Champion crowned. Nodding, Wallace puts the mic to his mouth but Cashe holds up a hand to stop him.

CASHE: “No need to answer that Wallace…I’ve already got it confirmed backstage. Yeah I went around you this time. LAST time I asked you to defend you couldn’t find an opponent for me. You failed as Management Wallace and a few investments you signed proved that. Without Frankie Morrison, you’d be bankrupt and STILL not getting laid!”

Perry Wallace flips out. He slams his microphone down and it breaks as it bounces and falls out of the ring. Cashe smiles, waiting as the fans cheer for both his comments and the reaction of Wallace.

CASHE: “So I won’t come down there, walk through that tall box of packed shit. I won’t lay you out with my Finisher because we’ll let Havok replay THAT rerun. He’s good at boring people with repeats, I, myself prefer to just prove you wrong and make you mad as hell doing so…Hashtag Eat a Deeeeaack! Deuces.”

Dropping his mic to the stage, Cashe hits his invisible joint a few times and throws his arms up in the space above him. The crowd roars with cheers as Perry Wallace and Michael Salieri look on mad and wanting to take action but keeping themselves from making the first move. The Champion turns and heads into the back, disappearing as the scene cuts backstage.

The cameras cut backstage as we see Tidus Howe backstage on his own, walking around until he finds a large woman who works as a production unit and got quite attracted to her as he speaks.

HOWE: ”Hello there pretty lady. You are looking hot tonight if I may say so. Want to go out for a drink now? My name’s Tidus Howe.”

TIBLES: ”Yes, I know who you are, I’m Lucy Tibles.”

Suddenly while Tidus was hitting the woman up, she runs away and speaks.

HOWE:Aw don’t run away from me.”

He sees a shadow on the floor and looks up to the masked man which was Stefan and as Tidus tries to plead and beg, Stefan violently puts Tidus up against the wall having his hand on his throat as he speaks.

RAAB: ”You son of a bitch, you go and not only screw me to beat Shane Borderland, but you turned you’re back on me? Listen you weak little pisshead, every single one of you’re ass kissers are a disgrace and vile human beings who are making the team a joke. I’ll find each one of them and destroy the holy hell out of the whole House faction, including Cashe himself.”

Tidus lets out a scream before Stefan interrupts.

RAAB: ”Shut you’re screaming up you pussy. I was dumped by you because you and Cashe wanted Shane in House Of Howe because he’s nothing more than Jason Cashe’s shadow buddy. You can scream and try to get you’re cocksucking army to stop me, but they’ll won’t be able to do anything when I take them out all by myself and then hurting you in the process.”

Tidus continues screaming until Stefan covers his mouth to stop him from screaming and continues.

RAAB: ”You made the biggest mistake of you’re life Tidus by letting out the real angry monster out of me with what I had to go in through in life people stabbing me in the back and this time, I’m going to do something about it and break this group up, making you and everyone in House pay for dumping this original member out of the group.”

Stefan kneed him a bit as Tidus shows the facial expressions on wanting help.

RAAB: ”Shane never earned his win because the referee stopped the match and I never said the words I quit. I passed out and you’ll pay for letting out the pain I have inside of me out. Every single one of you are dead to me and you’ll pay for the destruction I’ll cause on each one of you. Think about it disgusting worm. HAHAHAHAHAHA.”

Then the cameras caught Shane Borderland’s appearance as Stefan leaves the scene continuing to laugh, while Shane sees Tidus on the floor and tends to him as the cameras went back at ringside.

UNDERCARD
BRANDY DANIELLE VS. JESSICA ROBERTSON

JOHNSON: ”And we are ready for our next big match! “

VASSA: ”I’m ready for a cat-fight. Let’s hope these two don’t disappoint. “

The production feed cuts from the commentary table momentarily and switches over to Mike Powers in the DJ booth. Mike Powers awaits a signal from one of the stagehands and begins introducing the competitors. He flicks a few switches on the control board in front of him before addressing the paying audience.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…already in the ring…BRANDY DANIELLE! “

The crowd gives a mixed response until “Immortal” by Adema hits the speakers.

POWERS: ”And her opponent…!!! From Las Vegas, Nevada…JESSICA ROBERTSON!!!”

Jessica comes out, psyching herself up. She jumps up and down a few times, then heads down the ramp. She stops, hyping herself up again before sliding in the ring and posing in the corner. She is attacked from behind while standing atop the turnbuckle with a double axe handle smash and is snatched hard down to the mat with a hairpull takedown!

DING! DING!!

JOHNSON: ”Brandy Danielle wasting no time getting things started against Jessica Robertson! “

VASSA: ”Wasting no time giving us all what we want…and that’s a good cat-fight! “

With the bell sounded and the match officially started and underway, Brandy unleashes a barrage of stiff kicks to Jessica’s gut. Robertson tries to roll to the outside to get away from the attack when Brandy grabbed the top rope in both hands and using that for leverage hit Jessica with a sitting dropkick that sent her under the bottom rope and down the floor below. Still holding onto the top rope, Brandy again used it for leverage going for a springboard double foot stomp to the outside. Jessica rolled out of the way and as Brandy landed, Jessica sent her face first into the steel steps at ringside with a drop toe hold. Kick to the ribs by Jessica onto the downed Brandy as she makes it up to her feet.

JOHNSON: ”Jessica Robertson rolls back into the ring. Brandy Danielle is still down on the outside. “

VASSA: ”Brandy is face down and ass up across those steel steps at ringside!”

Brandy rolls off of the steel steps down onto the floor then slowly makes it back up to her feet. As soon as she is standing, she it hit with a high cross body block off of a suicide dive over the top rope by Jessica! Both women crash hard into the guardrail at ringside with Brandy Danielle taking most of it. A 4CW chant simply erupts at ringside. Jessica pulls Brandy up to her feet with a handful of hair and with an Irish Whip sends her into the ring apron. Brandy clutches her back and Jessica lands a boot to the gut and plants her on the floor at ringside with a DDT! Again, Jessica pulls Brandy up with a handful of hair. Quickly she moves into a front facelock. Jessica lifts Brandy up for a Vertical Suplex and brings her down hard on the ring apron. Jessica shoves her under the bottom rope and sliding in right behind her goes for a pinfall attempt.

JOHNSON: ” ONE! TWO!!”

VASSA: ” Brandy Danielle is able to kick out!!”

As Brandy made it up to her feet, Jessica took her down hard with a missile dropkick and then quickly followed that up with a belly to back suplex. Jessica bridged a pin attempt but again Brandy was able to kick out at two. Jessica moved to her feet, stepped back, called for her finisher and the crowd went wild. Brandy again made it up to her feet and Jessica took her head off with a roundhouse kick!

JOHNSON: ”HARMONY’S DESIGN! “

VASSA: ”This has G OT to be over!!! “

But somehow Brandy kicked out again! Wasting no time, Jessica went up to the top rope. Before brandy was able to fully recover from and get back up from the roundhouse kick, Jessica hit her with a frog splash! Jessica hauled brandy up to her feet and quickly nailed her with the sitout facebuster!

JOHNSON: ”HARMONY ON FIRE! “

VASSA: ”She covers for the pin!!! “

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

The referee called for the bell, then raised Jessica’s arm in victory!

POWERS: ”And here is your winner…Jessica Robertson!!!”

UNDERCARD
STEFAN RAAB VS. RAVEN

JOHNSON: ”Up next folks we’re going to get our first look at Stefan Raab since losing his spot in the House of Howe. Should be interesting to see how he rebounds without the guidance of Tidus Howe…”

VASSA: ”He’s a sick and twisted individual Steve. Was Tidus ever really guiding him?”

JOHNSON: ”A valid point Vinny, but there was no question that he was putting it together in the ring; winning his three previous matches over Robby Newhause, Brandy Danielle, and Duke Thunder.”

VASSA: ”Yeah but on the big stage he came up short and quit!”

JOHNSON: ”Technically he never quit. The ref called the match because Stefan Raab had passed out.”

VASSA: ”Well he’s going to be tested tonight against Raven!”

The production feed cuts from the commentary table momentarily and switches over to Mike Powers in the DJ booth. Mike Powers awaits a signal from one of the stagehands and begins introducing the competitors. He flicks a few switches on the control board in front of him before addressing the paying audience.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds…from Cologne, Germany…The Killerplauze…STEFAN RAAB”

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system and Stefan Raab comes out through the curtain. He’s 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 and black gloves on both of his hands. He wears a black and red stripped mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes. He crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking back towards the entrance ramp with a fire burning in his eyes, awaiting for his upcoming opponent to be introduced.

“Special Op” begins to play in the arena as all the cameras zoom out from either the stage of the ring before zooming into a segment of the crowd where the young Englishwoman known as Raven is. One of the closest cameras zooms in on Raven as she began to slowly walk down the staircase, a confident look completely across her face as she doesn’t mind the amount of pats on the shoulders and arms she is receiving from the hyper-excited crowd.

POWERS: And his opponent…she hails from Birmingham England and weighs in at one hundred and eighteen pounds…RAVEN!!!

While having her name announced Raven continued to enjoy her walk down the stairs, all the way to the barrier. It was there that the young female spotted a young child sitting in the front row. With a smile on her face the Englishwoman tousled the young fan’s hair before pressing both her palms down on the barrier and jumping clean over it, easily landing on her own two feet. The raven-haired lady simply walks up the steel steps and onto the middle of the apron, with her front facing the crowd. With a smile on her face Raven slowly unzips her jacket, revealing her upper attire in the process, and purposely throws the jacket on top of the nearest camera before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. The moment she enters the ring Raven’s left hand holds onto the top rope and she leans back as she emits a loud scream. After doing so the female straightened herself out and moved over to the ropes furthest away from the video screens before leaning her back against those ropes.

VASSA: ”Look at the size difference between these two. How is this fair competition?”

JOHNSON: ”Raven’s going to have her work cut out for her tonight. But if she wants to move up the ranks here, she’s going to have to get through Stefan Raab!”

Raven watches Stefan from the opposite side of the ring as he slowly creeps towards the center of the ring. The ref signals for Raven to move out from the corner and signals for the opening bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Raven charges out of the corner and bull rushes Stefan Raab. The two clash in the middle of the ring and Raven swings wildly with right hands before being swatted away like an annoying bug. Raven bounces off of the canvass and hops right back into attack mode, forcing Raab to try and cover up. Once again, Raab is able to swat away Raven by shoving her down to the mat. She quickly rises up and goes right back at Raab. She backs Raab against the ropes. She tries to whip him across the ring but he cements his feet into the ground and refuses to move. Raab pulls his arm back and forcefully jerks Raven through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Raab climbs outside and follows as Raven moves along the ring apron. Raab clubs Raven with a stiff forearm shot to the back. He grabs her by the back of her hair and drags her away from the apron before throwing her back first into the security railing. Raab closes the gap and immediately begins unloading with tight boxing combinations, landing body shots and knee buckling hooks. Raab sticks himself around Raven’s waist and spins her around before driving the small of her back into the edge of the ring. He then rolls her back into the ring under the ropes and slides in himself.

JOHNSON: ”This is going to be a tough one for Raven. Stefan Raab looks like he’s in no mood to wrestle…”

VASSA: ”If this turns into a fight, Raven doesn’t stand a chance.”

JOHNSON: ”Fueled by his hatred for Shane Borderland and the feeling of rejection by the House of Howe, I don’t think anyone would stand a chance in a fight against Raab tonight…”

Raab jumps atop of Raven before she could manage to get up. He forces her back down to the canvass, laying her on her stomach while putting all his weight down on her back. He transitions to a north/south position and begins driving his knee upwards, thrashing against the side of her head and neck! She tries to deflect but fails and seems to go limp. Raab flips her over and mounts her, raining down with rights and lefts. The referee tries to warn Raab about using closed fists but doesn’t seem to be getting through to the masked man. He tries to pull him off but barely budges the enraged lunatic. The ref begins to use his five count.

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Raab pushes off and stands to his feet right before the five count, earning a stern lecture from the 4CW official.

JOHNSON: ”He’s gonna get himself disqualified if he’s not careful. These are the situations where Stefan could use some strict guidance.”

VASSA: ”Tidus Howe would have kept him focused. That’s part of the benefits of having a well versed manager such as Howe.”

Raab pulls Raven up by a handful of her hair. The beaten beauty throws a half hearted hook but has her arm trapped. She tries again with her free arm but gets the same result. With both of her arms trapped, Raab decides to unload on Raven with a series of headbutts that force her to slump down in his arms. Raab slides his arms down around her waist and violently throws her over his head with a release over the head belly-to-belly suplex! Raven bounces off of the canvass, half of her body landing under the ropes. Raab drags her out by an arm and a leg and drops down for a cover.

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VASSA: ”Well after finally seeing the first wrestling move of the match, it looks as if Raven is behind the eight ball early!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s gotta find a way into this match. And sooner rather than later. I don’t know how much more she can take at this pace.”

Raab stands to his feet and pulls Raven up. He whips her to the ropes and immediately charges behind her. As she bounces off the ropes and rebounds towards Stefan, she is nearly cut in half by a spear! Raab grabs Raven by an arm and isolates it. He drops down into a high mount and then rolls onto his back while applying a triangle choke. He folds the top of his right foot behind his left knee to fully synch in the submission and pulls down on the back of Raven’s head. She tries to wiggle free but the hold is applied tight. The airflow cut off from her head quickly causes her to fade. The ref steps in and begins checking to see if there is any life left in Raven. He grabs her by her wrist and holds it up, before releasing and watching it drop down.

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VASSA: ”A dominating performance from Stefan Raab!”

JOHNSON: ”Not so fast. The ref hasn’t signaled for the bell. I don’t think this match is quite over.”

VASSA: ”What are you talking about. She’s unconscious in the ring.”

Raab raises his own arms in the air, despite the ref informing him that the match is still in progress. His arms come crashing down and he backs the ref into the corner. Raab turns his head around and zeros in on Raven. He strolls over to her and bends down towards her. Raven explodes up and rolls Raab up with a small package cradle! The ref slides in and begins to count.

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Raab powers out after being caught completely off guard. He jumps to his feet and stomps down but Raven rolls out of the way. She pushes to her feet and watches as Raab barrels towards her. Raven leaps up into the air and takes Raab off of his feet with a dropkick. Raven and Raab both push to their feet together. Raven sneaks up behind Raab and chops him down to the canvass with a chop block! Raab lands on his back and Raven instantly latches onto an arm. She steps over the arm, rolling Raab onto his stomach while trapping his arm with her leg. She leans forward and grabs one of Raabs legs for a single leg crab. She begins pulling back, torquing Raab’s back. Raab reaches out and grabs the nearest bottom rope before any real damage could be done.

VASSA: ”I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a tequila sunrise! Well, let me rephrase. that. A tequila sunrise submission hold.”

JOHNSON: ”A shame they were so close to the ropes. She could of done some real damage to Stefan had it been more centered.”

Raven watches as Raab climbs back to his feet. She drives a knee upward into his gut, doubling him over momentarily. She grabs both of his wrists, crosses his arms and spins him around before dropping him down with a straight jacket neck breaker. Raven rolls out of the ring and stands on the apron. Once again, allowing her patience to map out a course of action. Raab rises once again and Raven springboards off of the top rope and hits Raab with a cross body. Raab nearly catches her but rolls through, ending up in a kneeling position as Raven rises to her feet. She shoves her head into his side while grabbing a leg and wrapping an arm around his head. She swings him backwards and slams him onto the canvass with her swinging leg hook firemen’s carry slam known simply as WMD. Raven crawls over to her opponent and hooks his leg,

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JOHNSON: ”What a move! She calls that West Midlands Drop!”

VASSA: ”Had Raab not worn her down early it very well could have!”

Raven pulls Raab to his feet and is immediately shoved backwards. Raab moves forward with a clothesline that Raven ducks under. As Raab turns Raven charges. He ducks as she leapfrogs him. While leapfrogging Raab, Raven traps her legs under his arms and does a sunset flip, power bombing him into the canvass! Raven sticks to Raab after the sunset flip and has Raabs arms pinned to the canvass by her legs. The ref slides into position for another quick pin attempt.

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VASSA: ”Oh man…I thought that was it!”

JOHNSON: ”She used all of her momentum to her advantage, but it just wasn’t enough…”

They both jump to their feet but Raab catches her with a quick Killercutter, stopping all of her built up momentum almost instantaneously. Raab reaches down and grabs Raven with one hand around her throat. He lifts her up and stands her on her feet. He takes his free hand and grabs her leg. Raab lifts Raven up and then sits out with a chokeslam power bomb known as the Raabinator! Raab folds Raven in half and lays on top of her as the ref makes the count.

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Raab throws Raven’s legs aside and pulls his arm from the referee as “Monster” by Skillet begins to tear through the PA system.

JOHNSON: ”Stefan tore through Raven early and was able to ride the storm as she countered.”

VASSA: ”He can be scary at times. It depends on which Stefan Raab we’re getting in the ring.”

Raab pushes up to his feet and raises both of his hands above his head by himself.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…by pinfall…STEFAN RAAB!!”

The scene cuts to backstage, just outside the door to one of the locker rooms. Gabriel Hartman stands with microphone in hand as the door swings open, and out walks 4CW newcomer Jason Sanity.

HARTMAN: ”Jason Sanity, I was wondering if I could have a couple of moments of your time.”

Sanity offers a shrug and a nod.

SANITY: ”Make it quick.”

HARTMAN: ”Tonight you’re making your debut in Four Corners Wrestling against the undefeated Travis Black, a man you’ve had a heated exchange with all week. Your thoughts?”

Sanity gives a snort of derision, throwing his head back with a short chuckle.

SANITY: ”Heated exchange might be putting it lightly. But that’s the problem when dealing with blowhards like Travis Black. They’re the type that just makes you want to punch their face repeatedly until bone breaks.”

HARTMAN: ”Wow. It sounds like there’s some genuine hatred between the two of you.

Sanity is already shaking his head before Hartman even finishes his sentence. He plants his hands on his hips.

SANITY: ”He wants to come out there and tell me that I’m just in his way? He wants to make it sound like I’m nothing but a mere stepping stone on his way to bigger and better things?”

He prods a finger into Hartman’s chest, his face going red with anger.

SANITY: ”Who the hell does he think he is? Travis Black has done jack shit in this business. He’s a nobody who will continue to be a never-was. The fact he thinks that I’m his launching pad to bigger and better things proves just how delusional the son of a bitch really is.”

The expression on his face is of barely contained rage. It’s like watching a water pipe that’s on the verge of bursting part.

SANITY: ”Before Black opened his mouth, the only thing I wanted to do was defeat him this week. But now, I’m not only going to defeat him, but I’m going to make it real difficult for him to even get back up off the ring apron afterward.

Sanity brushes past Hartman and makes his way to the ring as the scene fades out.

UNDERCARD
JASON SANITY VS. TRAVIS BLACK

The entrance way lights up as “Come with me” by Puff Daddy roars over the theatre speakers. Two white spotlights focus on the entrance, the curtain pulls aside, and out walks Jason Sanity. Dressed in his familiar black hooded sleeveless sweatshirt with the hood up, he pauses at the entrance and raises both arms in the air, fists clenched tight.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, a native of Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, one inch tall. JASON SSAANNIITTYY!!!”

He lowers his arms, his eyes focused ahead of him, and makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steel ring steps, slides through the second and third rope, then ascends to the second turnbuckle facing the audience. Again he lifts his arms in the air, fists clenched, then lifts his head back, causing his hood to fall from his head. He lowers his head, a smirk painted on his expression, then dismounts from the turnbuckle.

VASSA: ”Here’s another new face to 4CW, making his debut tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”This should be a great test for him to make his debut as Travis Black has been on a hot streak since signing with 4CW.”

POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring out of San Diego, California. He weighs in at one hundred ninety three pounds and stands six foot even. He is “The Voice of the Night”, “The Revolutionary”… TRAVIS BBLLAACCKK!!!”

“B-B-B-B-BONFIRE!”

The beat drops. The crowd goes Woodstock 1999. Everyone rises from their seat, downing their drink and throwing hands in the air for the party has truly started. But where is he? The one who’s very fanfare drives the audience to pure, hedonistic insanity? He’s in the crowd! Holding a cam-corder high above his head with a grin the length of the Rio Grande, he pans it round to capture every second of his hero’s reception, milking it for every drop with a crawls pace of a walk down the long steps to ringside. His adoring audience tries to drown out his theme song with various chants of “LET’S GO TRAVIS!” and “PARTY STARTER!” but the speaker system always wins in the end. When he finally reaches ringside, he hops the barrier and films the front row going berserk as the electricity rises into his chest. He climbs onto the apron, mounting the turnbuckle and getting one last wide shot of the whole audience before he takes his place ready to fight an overwhelmed opponent.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago, Jake Wakefield was hospitalized after messing with this man. I hope that does not happen again tonight.”

VASSA: ”Jake had it coming! I don’t think anyone is a stupid as that schmuck!”

The ref looks to each corner to receive a nod from the wrestlers. He then raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Both men start off by circling one another, looking for an opening before locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. Sanity shoves one of Black’s arms up and ducks underneath, securing a rear waist lock in during the transition. Black reaches down at his waist and tries to pry Sanity’s hands apart but gets lifted into the air and slammed down onto his stomach. Sanity sprawls and ends up locking in a front face lock. He stands back to his and drags Travis with him. Travis drives Sanity’s back against the ropes and pushes him off towards the opposing ropes. On the rebound, Sanity flattens Travis with a shoulder block.

Travis rolls and cautiously climbs back to his feet. Sanity pounces back onto him with another front face lock as he rises. Black immediately lifts Sanity into the air and walks out to the middle of the ring before dropping him with an inverted atomic drop. Sanity reaches for his groin as Black shoots himself off of the ring ropes. On the rebound, Travis flattens Sanity with a stiff lariat! Sanity rolls out of the ring, trying to gain a moment in order to rethink his gameplan.

JOHNSON: ”Travis hasn’t really been tested in his short 4CW career. It’ll be interest to see how he reacts if Jason Sanity continues to mount some form of an offense.”

VASSA: ”Well it doesn’t look like he enjoyed that small sample of offense that we saw from Jason Sanity.”

Travis slides out of the ring and sneaks up behind Jason. The two begin exchanging rights and left as the ref barks at them to get back into the ring. Travis gets the upper hand and whips Jason Sanity into the security railing. He looks at the ref briefly but then charges full speed at Jason Sanity. Sanity dips his shoulder and flips Travis over the railing and into the front row! Security personnel quickly blacks the crowd, giving Travis room to get back to his feet. As Sanity begins walking away, Travis stands on the security railing and dives at Sanity with a flying clothesline. Sanity counters and turns it into a flapjack onto the mats surrounding th ring.

Sanity smirks and lifts Travis up to his feet. He gets a good grip on one hand and whips him hard right into the side of the steel ring steps, knocking them away from the ring post and turning them onto the side. Sanity watches as Travis grimaces in pain. He pulls himself up to his feet and turns back towards Jason Sanity. He swings wildly, but misses horribly. Sanity and Black circle after the missed right hook and switch places. Sanity waits for Travis to make the first move and trips him down face first with a drop toe hold onto the steel ring steps!

JOHNSON: ”The ref seems to be very lenient with the action outside of the ring. That drop toe hold onto the steel ring steps could be grounds for disqualification if the ref felt it was intentional…”

VASSA: ”Either way that sure was a good way to screw up the dental work!”

Sanity rolls Black into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle and stands perched as Travis begins to stir around. Once Travis stands, Sanity soars through the air and drops Travis with a missile drop kick! Sanity jumps to his feet and stands by Travis’s hips with his back towards him. Sanity jumps and does a back flip, landing a standing moonsault to his downed opponent. Sanity hooks a leg and tries for the first pinfall of the match.

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JOHNSON: ”A desperation spinning back elbow that was packed with knockout power!”

VASSA: ”Shame it took a lot out of Travis Black as well, or this thing could be over. Sanity looks as if he’s seeing stars!”

Each man crawls to opposite sides of the ring and begins pulling themselves up to their feet. Sanity turns first and charges at Travis. Travis ducks a clothesline and pulls back on Sanity with a Russian Leg Sweep. Travis pushes through and gets to his feet. He stands on the other side of the ring before running at Sanity and crashing down on him with a running senton splash. Travis bounces off of Sanity and steps outside of the ring. With his hands pulling on the top rope he waits for Sanity to stand. Once Sanity rises, Travis slingshots himself over the ropes and grabs Sanity with a front face lock, he twists his body and turns it into a tornado DDT! Travis climbs atop of Sanity and hooks a leg.

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JOHNSON: ”It’s moves like that which have made Travis Black someone to keep a close eye on!”

VASSA: ”This kid is raw. The talent is there undoubtedly. And he’s entertaining as hell to watch!”

Travis lifts Sanity up to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs into the opposing corner and bounces off of the turnbuckles, zeroing in on sanity with a clothesline the lifts him up and over the top rope. Sanity crashes down to the arena floor and before he could even get his footing, Travis dives through the middle and top ropes with a suicide dive! Sanity crashes back into the security railing and bounces off of the steel. Travis lifts Sanity up off of the rebound and drops him face first onto the ring apron with a flapjack! He picks Sanity up and tosses him back into the ring. Sanity lays flat on his back as Black ascends the corner. Travis stands on the top rope and points to Sanity before flying across the ring and crashing down onto him with a diving elbow drop! Travis bounces off momentarily but quickly recovers and tries for the pin.

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JOHNSON: ”Elbow drops like that have finished off many men in this sport throughout history. This Jason Sanity guy is resilient!”

VASSA: ”4CW is getting a good look at what he’s made of!”

Travis drags Sanity to his feet. He plows through him with a series of bone crushing Bottoms Up European Uppercuts. He backs him into the corner and tries to whip him across the ring. Sanity reverses and sends Travis running. Travis hits the turnbuckles and stumbles out of the corner. Sanity dips his shoulder and lifts Travis up with a firemen’s carry and moves to the middle of the ring. Travis slides down his back and spins Jason around. He ants a boot in his midsection and grabs the top of his head before dropping to the canvass and forcing Sanity’s jaw to the top of his head! After nailing his sit out jawbreaker known as the Tequila Shot, Travis hooks a leg and tries for another pinfall.

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The entire arena shrieks as Jason Sanity kicks out again.

JOHNSON: ”The whole building almost went int a frenzy. The buzz that follows this young man is amazing. Everyone is on the edge of their seats!”

VASSA: ”Typically you see wrestling fans with signs that say if so and so wins, we riot. Not for Black. Behind us is a sign that says, If Travis Black Wins We Party!”

Travis stands to his feet and looks down at his down at Sanity. He climbs the ropes and stands on top of the top turnbuckle. He extends his arms out horizontally as if he was nailed to a crucifix. Suddenly Jason Sanity explodes to his feet. He runs at the corner and climbs up with Travis Black, grabbing him with both hands around his midsection and flips him through the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex off of the top rope! Both men crash down to the canvass and seem to be rendered unconscious. The ref checks on both before beginning his standing ten count.

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VASSA: ”Well I hope this match doesn’t end in a draw! The ref is up to six and neither guy has moved!”

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JOHNSON: ”Jason Sanity has beaten Travis Black in his debut!”

VASSA: ”Does that mean no partying?”

“Come With Me” by Puff Daddy takes over the arenas sound system as the ref hoists Jason Sanity’s hand in the air.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, via pinfall…JASON SANITY”

INTERMISSION

Out from the back, Perry Wallace and Frankie Morrison reveal themselves from behind the curtain. They walk onto the stage as Michael Salieri follows suit. Morrison stands in front with a black duffle bag by his side. The three then walk down towards the ring. The fans cheer at Morrison as he passes by but quickly turn to boo as Wallace and Salieri pass. The three approach ringside and enter the ring, one after the other.

Standing in the center, Morrison continues to hold the duffle bag by his side as Wallace pulls a microphone from his jacket pocket. Getting mixed reactions from the crowd, Wallace holds it up to his mouth only for them to turn into boos. He shakes his head in displeasure as before and speaks up, cutting through the sounds of the crowd.

WALLACE: ”You people just can’t get enough of me! As much as I dislike coming out here and slowing down progress of the show, Frankie and myself felt this must be done. For weeks now the network, HBO, has been on our asses to reduce the violence that surrounds the Extreme Television championship. Show after show since winning the championship, The Red Pioneer defended the belt and put his career on the line, at times even his life on the line. Successfully, he retained the championship after taking brutal beating after brutal beating, hiding the injuries and letting his pride get the best of him.”

“A few weeks back, I mentioned that the network wanted to drop the television stipulation from the championship out of fear for his personal safety and health. He refused. Defending that championship has become a staple for Adrenaline but in the end, the safety of our wrestlers is more important than a few ratings. The ratings are going to be there, regardless, it’s already proven as we’ve sold out the last five shows consecutively. When I first confronted The Red Pioneer, he spit at the idea. Two weeks ago, in his defense against “Young” Mannie, The Red Pioneer fell short of a successful defense and got himself hurt far beyond a quick repair. Needless to say, we won’t be seeing him for a while now folks, maybe not even ever again. His knee is destroyed, which he brought upon himself. Anything you want to add, Frankie?”

Wallace looks over at Morrison and extends the microphone towards him. Grabbing it with his free hand, Morrison grabs the mic and sets the black duffle bag to his side. Quickly, the fans reactions turn from boos into cheers as the liked management personality steps into the spotlight.

MORRISON: ”The 4CW Extreme Television Championship has been a staple for us since it’s inception. At times it has even overshadowed the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Championship. When you strip a wrestler down to his primal instincts you see that they thrive for competition. Nothing has been more competitive than the hunt for the 4CW Extreme Television Championship. Yet I fully understand the concern of the executives over at HBO. It’s their reputation that’s on the line in every match.”

The cheers quickly turn into boos again as Morrison hands Wallace the mic.

WALLACE: ”Although we’re being asked to tone down the violence a bit, we’re not completely erasing it from our DNA. Extreme will still have a HUGE presence in 4CW and that’s a promise. With that said, after tonight’s title defense, we will be dropping the television stipulation from the championship. What does that mean going forward for this championship? As much as I can guarantee the network isn’t going to like the answer, it’s pretty cut and dry. While we won’t be showcasing this championship on each and every show, it will be defended in BIGGER, BLOODIER and NASTIER gimmick matches that will live up beyond the expectations this championship was ever intended for.”

“After tonight, we won’t see this championship on the line each and every show but we will witness matches that at times will seem larger than life itself. By dropping the television stipulation and giving the champion time to heal from previous wounds inflicted, we can assure more action and chaos, the type of stuff that you fans out there come to see!”

Wallace then points over the crowd and surprisingly draws a few cheers from the news and hype. He then motions for Morrison to open the duffle bag.

WALLACE: ”Ladies and gentlemen, allow us to introduce the newly crafted and redesigned 4CW Extreme Championship!”

Morrison opens the duffle bag and pulls out the newly minted championship and holds it in the air as the fans cheer loudly. Wallace watches on with a smile on his face as Morrison proudly presents the championship above his head.

WALLACE: ”Now lets introduce the 4CW Extreme champion to accept this newly minted championship in exchange for the outdated one. “Young” Mannie, please come down to the ring!”

MIKE POWERS: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ “YOUNG” MANNIE!

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the P.A. system building anticipation as Mannie & his Posse emerge to a wave of boos. First starting with Mannie & Jacinta being down lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain; Then after that Mannie & Jacinta arrogantly showboats The Extreme Television Title around to the 4CW Universe as it dangles downward from Mannie’s waist (MNM style). Next from there the stage lights die down as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate; Just right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie & Jacinta proceed to then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before they all enter the ring; Then finally Mannie along with his Posse have now surrounded Perry, Morrison, and Salieri; As a mic has been passed to him while his theme music dies back down…

MANNIE: ”Wally, Wally, Wally…”

WALLACE: ”Mannie, Mannie, Mannie…”

There’s a awkward bit of silence as Mannie & Perry continue to give each other lifeless smiles. Meanwhile Jacinta now has her hands around Mannie’s waist rubbing the belt and Alec is making sure that no funny business is happening with Salieri; Who is starting to feel a bit anxious from being around “The Glasgow Hooligan”.

MANNIE: ”Well now that we have the formailietes out of the way Perry, I do believe that you & Frankie have something for me?”

WALLACE: ”Yes Ma-“

MORRISON: ”Yes Mannie, I do…”

Perry seems to be annoyed that Frankie cut him off mid-sentence, but now he’s seems to be even more mad that Frankie is taking credit for the new championship unveiling. Meanwhile Morrison has already snatched the duffle bag from Salieri, who willing releases it so that he can make hie exit right out of the ring.

MORRISON: ”Alright Mannie on behalf of myself and Perry, we would like to officially present to you… The new 4CW Extreme Championsh-“

“Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy hits on the PA system, and thr crowd goes insane. Out from the back, comes the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok. The music dies out as Havok stands at the top of the ramp, looking into the ring at a group of people, the majority of which dispise him in every-which-way. With a smirk on his face, Havok pulls a microphone from his belt…

HAVOK: Really? You’re going to crown him Extreme Champion, without so much as a fight for the belt? That’s a whole new belt, Perry, you fat, piece of shit! And Frankie, with all due respect, you should know better. When Young Mannie won the Extreme Television Championship, that belt automatically went into the garbage. Case in point, exactly what you’re doing with it right now. The way I see it, Mannie needs to earn this new belt, as it’s a completely different championship from the one it’s replacing. Just like you said, the matches will be more meaningful, more brutal, and more violent than ever before. That belt was taylor made for a man like the Enforcer of Sorrow. So, before you crown this bitch the first ever Extreme Champion, maybe you should let me beat him first, so I can be the first ever, and give the title a chance at actually meaning something!

Perry puts a microphone to his lips, but, is cut off by Nathaniel Havok.

HAVOK: Now, I know what you’re thinking… “Nathaniel called this! How did he know before the announcement? Mannie didn’t even know, and he was the champion!”, to which, I say “I told you so”. So, Perry, are you ready to fuck Romero out of the title, and join forces with me? Oops, sorry! Spoiler alert!

Looking rather irritated with the Enforcer of Sorrow, Perry finally gets a chance to talk.

WALLACE: You stupid bastard! Nobody wants to align themselves with you! There’ll be no screwing Young Mannie here tonight! The only person walking out of here tonight screwed, is you! Now, get your dumb ass ready so we can get this over with in due time, and Mannie can walk out of here with the belt, you son of a bitch!

Mannie holds Perry back, as he steps forward with Jacinta still “feeling” the belt up.

MANNIE: ”I’ve had it about to hear with your bitching & complaining Havok, so how about you shut the fuck up or I will make sure that Alec erases you from the company period!”

Havok is ready to reply to Mannie but he is cut off quickly by Jacinta.

JACINTA: ”What’s wrong Havok… Are you feeling sick with stage freight or something? Because it seems like to me that you don’t have the balls to beat my baby, so you just have to whore yourself into the title picture because you couldn’t beat The Red Pioneer yourself. You-Sir-Are-A-Pussy!”

The rage from Havok’s eyes were burning more bright than ever as the Fox Theatre began to chant his name loudly.

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HAVOK: ”Damn Mannie…. I thought you would’ve never asked me to eat you alive.”

And just like that The Enforcer of Sorrow sprints towards the ring after Mannie, but he is promptly cut short in his pursuit by Alec Quartermain; Who has just baseball-slided into a brawl with him. Meanwhile Mannie is basking in the crowd’s hatred for him, but unbeknownst to him & Jacinta is the fact that The New Reign has stormed the ring while clearing out Frankie & Perry over the top ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Vinny, It’s The New Reign.”

VASSA: ”Why the hell are they out here and what do they want?”

JOHNSON: ”Well if you ask me Vinny, I think Bryce & Bayne are here for Havok’s compensation.”

VASSA: ”Compensation? Bullshit! These two are trying to politic their ways to a Tag Title shot, just like Havok did to get into this match tonight.”

The buzz in the Theatre is electric as Mannie seems to still think that they’re attentions are on him, but it’s not until Jacinta feels two extra hands on her ass that she realizes that something fishy is going on here. So as Mannie still celebrates with his eyes closed towards the brawl, she loosens up her grip from around his waist to only find Bayne & Bryce peddling their feet together.

JACINTA: ”PAAAAAAPPPPPPIIIIIIII!”

“The Loud Mouth Vixen” ducks while screaming for her boyfriend’s help but it’s too late for him to react properly to her voice, because Mannie ends up getting Superkicked right out his boots by The New Reign. Meanwhile Alec has already mounted Nathaniel Havok on the ramp way with Hammer Fists, but after hearing the reaction of the crowd getting louder with cheers. He immediately turns his attention to the ring, as he then runs like a bat out of hell chasing The New Reign away from them and out through the crowd. Simultaneously Nathaniel Havok has begun to sir back to his feet, while picking up his microphone.

HAVOK: ”I tried to tell you Mannie but you didn’t listen to me… The Wallace-Havok Alliance has already begun!”

Havok chucks his microphone as he strolls up the ramp way laughing uncontrollably, Meanwhile Jacinta is still trying to wake Mannie back up from that Superkick as she curses out Havok.

Backstage in The House locker room Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood prepare for their match. Jace tightens the laces on his boots as hollywood puts on his shirt.

SAVAGE: ”You ready bro? Tonight we finally shut the other teams up, and they will know why we are and will remain the tag team champions for sometime to come.”

HOLLYWOOD: ”Tonight will be a showcase of talent. Tonight there is no stopping us. It doesn’t matter if the titles are on the line or not we will give it our all.”

Tidus walks in through the door with the tag team titles. He hands one title to each member of New Gen Rising. Brian and Jace sling the titles over their shoulders.

HOWE: ”Here you go boys, represent The House well tonight. These other guys hav nothing on you. That’s why no other tag team will be signed to The House, we don’t need another. You two go out there and do what you do. Show them no mercy.”

SAVAGE: ”That’s exactly what we plan to do! Hollywood, lets go!”

UNDERCARD
JAY WILSON VS. ROXI JOHNSON

JOHNSON: ”Up next we get to see how Roxi Johnson rebounds from that heartbreaking loss at Ante Up!”

VASSA: ”This is professional wrestling. Time to buck up and move on sweetheart!”

JOHNSON: ”You have to feel for her. Early on it seemed like a forgone conclusion that Masahiro Kojima had cemented himself into the mix. But a few impressive, well timed victories and it was hard to deny that Roxi belonged amongst the elite in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”And she failed…so let’s move on already! You don’t have to spin it into some kind of sob story because you two share your family name.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re not related. How many times….”

VASSA: ”Now’s not the time to bicker. We have a match to call. A very important debut for Jay Wilson!”

Steve Johnson stares at Vinny Vassa, begrudgingly sending the feed over to Mike Powers in the DJ booth. Powers doesn’t miss a beat, despite the announce’s teams petty squabbling. Powers presses a microphone to his lips as he sets up the competitors music.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri…weighing in at two hundred and two pounds…Systematically The Best…JAY WILSON!”

The light’s inside the arena dim down. Soon.. you hear a heartbeat sound followed by a loud howl. “Change” Deftones blares out the speakers as soon as a spotlight zooms to the stage Jay Wilson stands at the entrance with his legs spread, head down and clutching right hand wrist. As the crowd stands up and see’s Jay Wilson, He walks forward a few steps then rubs his hands together. Soon Wilson walks mythology towards the ring. At ringside, Jay leaps onto the apron then climbs half way up the turnbuckle and plants his knee onto the padded section and howls to the fans. Wilson jumps into the ring then removes his ring jacket. After taunting the crowd a few more seconds.. Wilson goes into the corner and awaits.

POWERS: ”And his opponent…From Tampa, Florida…Weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds…ROXI JOHNSON!”

The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as he moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

VASSA: ”No better way to impress brass than defeating a former number one contender to the South-West Heavyweight Championship in your first match.”

JOHNSON: ”Jay Wilson really has nothing to lose in this contest. Roxi is going to be looking to get right back to her winning ways…”

The ref stands in the center of the ring and motions for the opening bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jay Wilson charges from his corner, trying to get a quick jump on the former title contender. Roxi side steps Wilson and sends him shoulder first into the padded turnbuckles. Roxi watches as Wilson staggers out of the corner. She hits him with a dropkick to the chest that knocks him right back into the corner. Roxi moves quickly and pulls Jay from the corner. Roxi hops up onto Jay’s shoulders and flips him over with a hurricanrana. Jay bounces off of the canvass and slides under the bottom rope to the ring apron. He pulls himself up to his feet and before he could get a sense of his surroundings Roxi charges the nearest corner, bounces off of the middle rope and drops Jay with a missile drop kick that sends him flying into the security barrier! Roxi stands with her hands on her knees, leaning forward and begging for Wilson to get back in the ring as the 4CW faithful applaud her wary explosion of offense.

JOHNSON: ”I think the fans approve…”

VASSA: ”And I think Jay Wilson didn’t expect to be outclassed by Roxi in the early stages of this match.”

JOHNSON: ”Only further proving her spot in that triple threat steel cage match was no fluke!”

VASSA: ”Oh hop off of the bandwagon.”

Wilson rested with his back against the barrier, goading Roxi to go on the offensive. Roxi slides under the bottom rope and instantly is clubbed in the back with a stiff forearm shot. Roxi falls forward into the edge of the ring apron. Wilson spins her around and catches her flush across the chest with a stiff knife edged chop that has the fans shrieking.

Woooooooo!

Wilson straightens Roxi up and crashes down across her sternum with a second knife edged chop.

Woooooooo!

Wilson grabs Roxi by the back of her top and the waist of her pants and rolls her into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and eagerly grabs the top rope with both hands as Roxi begins to stir. She stands to her feet and is immediately flattened by a slingshot shoulder block by Jay Wilson. Wilson hops atop of Roxi and hooks a leg.

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VASSA: ”First pinfall attempt of the match.”

JOHNSON: ”Barely even a two count. It’s going to take more than a shoulder block to keep down 4CW’s resident superhero!”

Wilsons allows for Roxi to roll to all fours before clutching to her with an arm around her waist. With his free hand he delivers a few stiff right hands that land on the mark and flatten Roxi put to her stomach, generating a thunderous round of boos from the live audience. Wilson isolates one of Roxi’s arm and steps over, sitting with most of his weight down onto her shoulder while pulling the arm upwards. Roxi tries to fight through the Fujiwara Armbar. With every slight movement from Roxi, Jay tears her arm back further, making the pain more excruciating than a normal competitor can tolerate.

Roxi manages to make it to her hands and knees before rolling sideways into a modified school boy roll up while Wilson kept the armbar locked on. Before the ref could slide into position to count Jay’s shoulders he broke the submission and powers out of the pinfall. He’s quick to his feet and charges at Roxi with a running Yakuza kick that gets dodged. Jay spins around and Roxi plants the sole of her boot into his midsection and drives him head first down to the mat with a DDT. She rolls him over onto his back and tries for a quick cover.

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Wilson powers out, shooting his shoulder off of the mat and rolling Roxi aside in the process.

JOHNSON: ”I’m surprised Wilson managed to kick out! That was a vicious DDT!”

VASSA: ”The human neck is not meant to take that kind of punishment…”

Roxi follows behind Wilson as he pulls himself to his feet. She snatched ahold of him with a rear waist lock but he instinctively makes a mad dash towards the ropes, dragging the former title contender along for a ride. He wraps his arms around the ring ropes as Roxi tries to pull him back, shrugging her off in the process. Roxi rolls backwards and pops up to her feet just in time to see Wilson charging. He tries for a clothesline but she ducks underneath. She quickly lifts him up with a belly to back duplex and in mid air spins him around before slamming his down onto his back with a blue thunder bomb! Roxi maintains control of one of Jay’s legs and the red slides in for the pin.

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JOHNSON: ”A picture perfect Blue Thunder Bomb from Roxi Johnson!”

VASSA: ”Yeah but Jay Wilson is hanging in there with a proven contender…the longer this match goes, the more that has to effect Roxi’s mindset!”

Roxi is first to her feet. She pulls Jay Wilson off of the canvass and he explodes, shoving her backwards. Roxi presses forward but Jay Wilson lifts her up onto his shoulders with a firemen’s carry. Jay moves to the center of the ring but Roxi slides behind his back before he could drop her with a cutter. She quickly drop kicks him in the back, between the shoulder blades, and sends him stumbling forwards towards the ropes. He bounces off and staggers backwards. Roxi grabs Jay by his head and pulls him back with an inverted face lock. Instead of dropping him with a reverse DDT she spins around and drives him down to the mat while driving her elbow across his throat. Roxi jumps to her feet and barrels towards the nearest ropes. She hops onto the second rope and springboard back with a lionsault she calls Reality Bites. Before she could land it, Wilson lifts his knees to his chest and causes Roxi to crash onto his legs.

Wilson rises to his feet as Roxi sits on her knees, clutching her midsection. Wilson hacks at her torso with repetitive shoot kicks that send a sickening thud echoing through the first few rows of the audience. After five straight kicks Wilson bounces himself off the ropes and flies at Roxi with a running single knee that connects with the jaw! Wilson quickly picks Roxi up and hoists her up with a fisherman suplex. Instead of completing the fisherman suplex he drops her head down across his knee with a fisherman buster. Wilson quickly drops down across Roxi for a cover.

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Roxi bucks her hips and breaks up the count.

VASSA: ”He’s got Roxi reeling. Don’t let up. Full out onslaught!”

JOHNSON: ”What a debut that would be!”

Wilson dead lifts Roxi off of the canvass with a reward waist lock and violently drives her, chest first, into the turnbuckles. He rolls backwards while holding the rear waist lock and throws her backwards with a release German Suplex! Wilson steps out of the ring out onto the apron and lines Roxi up before springboarding off of the top rope with a diving knee drop! Wilson stands with his back against one of the corners and watches as Roxi claws to the opposing corner. She manages to pull herself up to her feet and turns to face Jay. He charges, does a handspring about halfway across the ring and kicks Roxi in the side of the head with an enziguri! He rolls her over and hooks a leg with his back pressed against her stomach. He holds one hand up and counts with the referee.

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Roxi gets a shoulder up and Wilson instantly presses his hands up against his head.

JOHNSON: ”That has to be one of the most athletic maneuvers I’ve ever seen pulled off inside a ring. My hats off to Jay Wilson for the handspring enziguri.”

VASSA: ”He’s in a state of complete and utter disbelief. He thought he had this thing won.”

Wilson slaps his hands together three times while barking at the referee. He jumps up to his feet and continues to bicker about the speed of the count. Whilst Jay argues with the ref, Roxi finds her footing and stands to her feet. She charges at Wilson but he sees it and trips her down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Jay picks Roxi up and scoops her high into the air. While in the air, Roxi is spun around and spiked onto his head with a belly-to-back piledriver that he calls the Wilson driver! Jay once again tries for the cover.

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JOHNSON: ”Wilson is going to lose it! He may just push the ref’s buttons and force a disqualification!”

VASSA: ”He’s a passionate guy. Don’t judge him. He can feel that he’s on the verge of winning…”

JOHNSON: ”Then enough of the charades and get the job done…”

Jay allows for Roxi to get to her feet but he’s instantly on top of her. He grabs a hand and whips her hard towards the corner. Wilson follows pursuit and before Roxi makes contact with the turnbuckles she grabs the top rope and tries to leap over the bulling Wilson. She fails to clear Jay and lands on Jays shoulders in a seated position. He pulls her from the corner, looking for an electric chair drop of sorts, except Roxi rolls forward and rolls up Jay Wilson with a victory roll.

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Jay kicks out of the rollup but after the refs third count. He watches as Roxi slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and holds her arm up above her head.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi did it! What a huge rebound win after a big loss at Ante Up!”

VASSA: ”She stole one!”

“The Touch” by Stan Bush begins to play over the PA system as Roxi is joined by the referee ringside and Jay Wilson sits on his knees shaking his head.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…by pinfall…ROXI JOHNSON!”

The camera focuses on Gabriel Hartman, who is standing with just the slightest smirk on his face and holding a microphone. Very professional looking as he takes a deep breath and begins to speak, standing in front of a simple black backdrop.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce one of the newest members of the 4CW roster. Shooter Grayson.”

The camera pans back just a bit as Shooter walks into frame, followed by his valet Miss Naomi. There is a small pop in the crowd, but only from a few pockets of those who recognized his work elsewhere. He is dressed in a simple black leather jacket and blue dress shirt beneath, while Naomi is dressed in a figure-hugging white dress. Shooter seems focused, giving Gabriel a short nod as he reached up to run a hand over his stubble-shadowed jawline, while Naomi has a faint smile on her lips as she comes to a stop. Hartman turns to face them as they stop and the reporter squares his shoulders, down to business.

HARTMAN: ”Shooter, welcome and thank you. You’ve been around the globe and have just recently signed with 4CW. What are your plans now that you’ve entered into the next level of competition?”

GRAYSON: “Well, Gabe. I’ve come to 4CW to test myself, to prove that I belong at the top of the pile and to earn the right to be called the best in the business. I’m sure you and several others are expecting me to come out here and ask for the best guys, to request the most severe matches, to put the whole promotion on notice.”

Shooter looked from Gabriel to the floor, a few moments of pause before he returned his gaze to the backstage reporter. His bright eyes holding an unbanked fire in them as he took a deep breath and squared his own shoulders. His face the very essence of barely contained intensity, while his voice became steady and sharp as he spoke.

GRAYSON: “But what a lot of people need to realize is that you can ask and beg and do everything they expect you to do. Or, you can do what no one expects and step over all those without vision. In this business, Gabe, you don’t ask for greatness. You take it. Because no one is going to give you anything, you have to buy it in blood and be ruthless enough to destroy anyone foolish enough to get in your way.”

Grayson turned from Hart at that point, staying near the microphone even as he leveled that laser-focused gaze on the camera. His shoulders rolled and he seemed to not notice when Naomi laid her hands on those same shoulders, smirking a bit as she looked at the camera over his shoulder. Her smoky eyes revealed little except amusement, yet she seemed aware of some secret that was hidden to everyone else. Grayson continued, his brows narrowing just a bit on the camera.

GRAYSON: “Soon. Whether it is Detroit, D.C., or Pittsburgh. I am going to take my chance and I’m going to make my path to the title clear. I will go into that ring and use my actions to show everyone in the back and watching around the world why I am going straight to the top. I’m carving my Road to Glory out of the bodies of anyone who gets in my way. So, if anyone wants to test my mettle, Wallace and Morrison know I’m not turning down anyone. Step up and I’ll show you exactly why I’m the Irresistible Force.”

Shooter casually raises up his hand. Thumb, index, and middle finger extended while the rest were curled in to form a gun. A single ‘shot’ fired into the screen, Naomi smiling darkly as she patted him on his shoulders. The two of them departed shortly thereafter, leaving Gabriel Hartman staring for a moment before turning to look back at the screen. He cleared his throat and took on his professional demeanor once again.

HARTMAN: ”Well, that was Shooter Grayson with a message–and challenge–to the entire roster. One of the newest competitors in the promotion wasting no time in making his intentions crystal clear. We’ll see if he can swim in the deep waters. Back to the announce table.”

Screen fades to black.

UNDERCARD
FOUR CORNERS TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH
GRANITE STATE OF MIND VS. ALL STARS VS. AMERICAN PSYCHOS VS. NEW GEN RISING

JOHNSON: ”Buckle up folks because we are about to bring you a showcase that is our tag division in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”We thought the tournament that crowned an unsuspected tag team as champs was going to settle things….Nope! Been nothing but a whirlwind since.”

JOHNSON: ”Just to put it in perspective for you…On June 9th Sweet Annihilation, Drake Knight and Ice defeated the seemingly unstoppable team of Christian Taylor and Mike Smith to become the first ever tag team champions.”

VASSA: ”Yeah then just over a month later, in their first title defense at Ante Up…They were completely outclassed by the current champs New Gen Rising.”

JOHNSON: ”Outclassed doesn’t do it justice.”

VASSA: ”Not only are both of those teams out of the title picture; they’re out of 4CW…for good!”

JOHNSON: ”You’d have to think that if any team other than New Gen Rising were to win here tonight they’d be instantly lined up for a title shot.”

VASSA: ”At this rate, I hope the champs cherish their time with the belts…i’m banking on new champs during their next title defense!”

The feed cuts from Steven Johnson and Vinny Vassa over to Mike Powers in the DJ booth. Powers wastes no time and begins introducing the first of four teams in this elimination match.

POWERS: ”The following contest is a four corners elimination match. The last team left will be crowned the winners. Introducing first…making their 4CW debut…Jared James…Dexter Wolfe…GRANITE STATE OF MIND!!”

The lights dim as the familiar opening riff of Tech N9ne’s “The Beast” plays. Once that concludes, the lights come back on and unveil Jared James and Dexter Wolfe. Both are stoic in demeanor, but Dexter does occasionally give a fan a high five or two. Once in the ring, the duo immediately rush into the corner: no shenanigans as the veteran Jared begins to go over what the team has in store for today’s match.

POWERS: ”And their opponents…also making their 4CW in ring debut…Adam Grant…Aiden Scott…the ALL-STARS!”

The sound of a whistle blowing echoes throughout the theater as The Coach stands on the stage holding a clipboard. “Stepped on my J’z” kicks on as Aiden and Adam come out from behind the curtain and basically bump their knuckles together. They walk down the steps of the stage and walk down the aisle. They bounce around slapping the fans’ hands as they sprint the rest of the way. Adam slides into the ring as Aiden hops onto the ring apron. Adam hops up and they look back at the Coach. He blows his whistle again as they jump up onto different turnbuckles and pump the crowd up.

POWERS: ”Introducing next…also making their 4CW debut…Jai Knightley…Jax Waverly…AMERICAN PSYCHOS!”

The heartbeat of the music can be heard pumping through the arena as the lights beat to its rhythm. The drums get louder and switch to a different tune as Jai Knightly and Jax Waverly appear at the top of the entrance. They look around at the fans with sadistic smiles before beginning their slow walk to the ring.

Jax and Jai reach the base of the ring, as the boos continue to file in, followed by some surprising cheers. Jax ascends the ring steps as Jai hops up onto the apron and through the ropes. Jax follows behind him as they choose a corner and look up at the entrance area.

POWERS: ”And finally…they are the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Jace Savage…Brian Hollywood…NEW GEN RISING!”

”I play you lose” hits the speakers as New Gen Rising Brian Hollywood, and Jace Savage walk out on to the ramp. The make their way to the ring yelling insults at the crowd. Upon reaching the ring they split up and head to different corners to walk up the steps. Jace and Brian wipe their feet off on the apron at the same time before climbing through the ropes. They walk to opposite corners and climb to the second turn buckle. They yell more insults at the crowd before hopping off the turn buckle ready to face their opponents.

JOHNSON: ”The ref has his work cut out for him trying to sort this mess out.”

VASSA: ”I feel bad for this official. I don’t know how he’s going t maintain order.”

JOHNSON: ”Looks like we’re going to start off with Jax Waverly from the American Psychos and Adam Grant from the All-Stars.”

After sorting through the opening chaos, the ref finally gets all of the teams into their corners. Waverly and Grant move towards the center of the ring and await the opening bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the opening bell sounds the two lock with a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for position. Grant drives Waverly back into his teams corner and the ref calls for a break. Grant hesitantly steps backwards with his hands up, ready to fight. Waverly spins and hit Aiden Scott with a hard right hand. Waverly scampers away as Scott tries to enter the ring. The ref blocks his way and keeps him at bay. Knightley jumps into the ring and joins Waverly. They pounce on Grant and begin clubbing him till he drops down to his knees. They each grab an arm and whip into their corner. Waverly drops down to all fours, providing a base for Knightlely to leap off of and squash Grant in the corner with a corner splash! Knightley steps back out of the ring as Waverly rolls Grant down to the canvass and goes for a cover. He calls out to the ref to get his attention.

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JOHNSON: ”This is the first chance that we get a glimpse of the strategy. It’s not the first pinfall to win this match so you may not want to tire yourself out.”

VASSA: ”Yeah but you’re most comfortable with your partner. It’s going to be pure instinct to tag them in over a complete stranger.”

Waverly and Knightley change positions and Knightley immediately lifts Grant up. Grant shoves Knightley’s hands away and throws Knightley back with an exploder suplex! Grant watches as Knightley stumbles up to his feet. Grant quickly locks in a front face lock and plants him back down to the canvass with a snap DDT. He turns towards his corner and tags the outstretched hand of his partner. Aiden Scott climbs into the ring and the two stand side by side as as Jai Knightley pushes up to his feet. He turns towards them and is immediately planted back down with a double flapjack! Grant rolls out of the ring, allowing for his partner to try for the elimination. Scott hooks Knightley’s leg and the ref slides in for the pin attempt.

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Knightley kicks out and Scott instantly looks towards his corner.

JOHNSON: ”The All-Stars showcasing some explosiveness.”

VASSA: ”We’re going to learn a lot about these three debuting teams tonight.”

Scott gets up and makes his way towards his corner but gets attacked from behind as Knightley is back to his feet. Knightley knocks Scott down to one knee and then grabs him by the back of the head and pants and jerks him to his feet. Knightley then throws Scott to the corner of New Gen. Slamming into the turnbuckle with his back, Scott leans against the corner as Knightley runs towards him with a clothesline. At the last second, Scott ducks and Knightley collides with Savage. The ref recognizes it as a tag and directs Knightley to exit the ring as Savage quickly enters and rushes towards Scott. As Knightley exits the ring, Savage hits Scott with a series of standing leg kicks followed by a powerful European uppercut that knocks him down to one knee. Savage then hits Scott with a series of elbows and then connects with a spinning heel kick that knocks him down to his back. Savage picks Scott up from the canvas and throws him to his corner where Hollywood waits inside the ring and greets him with a superkick to the chops. As Scott’s body turns from the impact, Savage is there to hit him with a superman punch that knocks him to the mat. Hollywood quickly climbs back onto the apron as Savage covers for the pin.

JOHNSON: ”THE CONNECTION!”

The ref drops for the count…

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Grant rushes in to break the pin but gets tackled by Waverly as the two fall through the ropes to the outside.

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VASSA: ”There’s our first elimination as New Gen has knocked out the All Stars from this contest.”

JOHNSON: ”This match is complete chaos!”

Savage rolls Scott out of the ring as the ref looks to the corner of Granite State of Mind. Dexter Wolfe enters the ring as Savage takes notice. The two meet in the center of the ring. Savage swings with a hard right but gets kicked in the gut. Wolfe then steps to the side of Savage and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Wolfe then rolls Savage over and hooks him in a Boston crab. Just as he applies the pressure, Hollywood is right there to break the hold with a stiff kick to the face. Hollywood then helps Savage to his feet and the two turn to Wolfe. Lifting him up from the mat, the set him up for a double suplex but get stopped as James runs in and leaps in the air, crashing into Wolfe’s back but knocking Hollywood and Savage to the canvas with a double clothesline. The ref then forces him out of the ring and turns to Hollywood, helping him up from the mat and forcing him out as well.

JOHNSON: ”For a second there I thought New Gen was going to put a hurting on Wolfe but luckily for him, his partner was there to save the day.”

Savage and Wolfe slowly get to their feet before looking to one another and going on the attack. The two exchange blows in the center of the ring. Savage swings with a right hook but misses as Wolfe ducks. He then grabs Savage by the arm and throws him to the corner of the American Psychos. As Savage crashes into the corner, back first, Waverly reaches over his shoulders and slaps him across the chest. The ref recognizes it as a tag and calls for Savage to leave the ring as Waverly hops over the top rope and darts across the ring towards Wolfe. Waverly goes for the running clothesline but comes up short as Wolfe ducks and flips him up and over with a hip toss. Wolfe then runs to the ropes and comes back with a quick elbow drop across the chest of Waverly. Wolfe gets to his feet and walks to his corner, tagging in James. James quickly enters the ring and moves in towards Waverly before he can get to his feet. James lifts him up from the canvas and hooks his leg and then flips him over with a fisherman’s suplex. With the leg still hooked for the pin, the ref drops down for the count…

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Wasting no time, James gets back up and stomps on Waverly a few times while he’s down. He then picks Waverly up to his feet and hooks him in a side headlock. Waverly fights to break free but some up short. James then takes a few steps forward, dragging Waverly along and plants his head into the canvas with a bulldog. Still on the attack, James gets up and pulls Waverly to his feet. Finding a wave of energy, Waverly pushes James back to create space. James then lunges forward with a right arm but misses as Waverly ducks underneath and steps behind him. As soon as James turns around, Waverly connects with a superkick to the chops that knocks him back. James bounces off the ropes and comes back at Waverly who then hooks him in a cradle and plants his head into the mat with a DDT.

VASSA: ”LET’S START A RIOT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m impressed, Vinny. You actually did some homework on the new talent.”

VASSA: ”What do you mean?”

JOHNSON: ”Nevermind… Just dumb luck is all you have.”

Waverly covers James for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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Wolfe quickly enters the ring to break the count but gets blindsided with a shoulder block from Knightly.

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JOHNSON: ”That’s another team eliminated as the American Psychos have knocked out Granite State of Mind.”

VASSA: ”Only two teams left, the new fish and the tag team champions!”

JOHNSON: ”Besides the champs, every other team in this match is new.”

The ref quickly helps James get to his feet before forcing him and Wolfe out of the ring. He then turns to the corner of New Gen and waves for someone to enter the ring. Stepping to the plate, Hollywood enters the ring as Waverly looks on with Knightly climbing back onto the apron behind him. Hollywood quickly rushes Waverly but gets flipped over with a release belly to belly suplex. Waverly gets to his feet and picks Hollywood up. He then throws him to his corner where Knightly has a foot sticking through the ropes to greet him with a boot to the face. Hollywood stumbles back a few steps and then gets rolled up from behind by Waverly as the ref quickly drops down for the count.

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Out of nowhere, Savage breaks the pin up with a knee to Waverly’s face. The ref quickly pushes him back towards his corner and orders him to exit the ring. Meanwhile, Knightly enters the ring and rolls Waverly to the apron. As the ref turns around, he assumes a tag was made and allows it. Knightly picks Hollywood up from the mat but gets caught with a surprise headbutt to the stomach. Knightly lunges over as the breath is knocked out of him. Hollywood then throws Knightly to his corner. As he approaches, Knightly leaps into the air and knocks Savage down from the apron with a flying splash. As Hollywood rushes in from behind, Knightly quickly turns around and catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Hollywood stumbles back a step as Knightly quickly sweeps in for a takedown. Hollywood defends the attack and slams his forearm over Knightly’s back. He then pulls Knightly to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Once at the ropes, Knightly jumps into the air and springboards off the middle rope, turning around and coming back with knee strike to Hollywood’s head. Hollywood falls back to the canvas as Knightly quickly makes the cover.

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Back in the ring, Savage approaches to break the pinfall but comes up short.

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VASSA: ”American Psycho’s win it!”

JOHNSON: ”They’ve upset the tag team champions!”

“Reversal” by Underoath begins to play over the theatre as Waverly enters the ring and helps Knightly to his feet. Savage helps Hollywood to his feet with a look of disappointment on his face as they watch the ref raise the American Psycho’s arms in the air.

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

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winners… The AMERICAN PPSSYYCCHHOOSS!!!”

VASSA: ”These guys have made a huge first impression tonight as they’ve upset he tag champs.”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like there’s a little competition in the tag division now and things are heating up. All three of these new teams looked impressive tonight but only one is walking out of here tonight with the win.”

Savage and Hollywood continue to look on as The American Psychos celebrate their victory in the ring. As the teams exit the ring on opposite sides, the scene cuts backstage.

LUCIA LUREAUX-SOMMERSBY: ”DEVEROUX?!!? “

Our scene opens up backstage on the voluptuous and barely dressed Lucia Lureaux-Sommersby, wife of new 4CW Road Agent Heath Sommersby . Her shrill and shrieking voice echoed backstage.

LUCIA LUREAUX-SOMMERSBY: ”WHY WASN’T I INFORMED OF THIS…GABRIEL DEVEROUX..??!!??”

The camera panned back far enough to catch Heath Sommersby shrug, then snatch his notorious clipboard out of her grasp.

SOMMERSBY: ”I’ve been busy. Way too busy to concern myself with a guy no one has ever heard of…who hasn’t even debuted yet in 4 Corners!”

LUCIA LUREAUX-SOMMERSBY: ”WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT GOT YOU SHOT FIVE TIMES..BY A DEVEROUX!!!”

True enough, in 2008, the founder of the once legendary Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, Star Deveroux caught her man Heath Sommersby cheating on her with Lucia and unloaded a 9mm Beretta into him. Luckily only hitting him five times before he was thrown through a second story window by the impact. Sommersby survived with a few more scars and a new titanium knee which quickly became his favorite weapon once he finally made it back into the ring. And Lucia, well Lucia gave Heath all the revenge he would ever want for being shot by Star. Lucia screwed Star out of her SPW World Championship and carved ‘SLUT’ into her chest live on PPV. This is why Heath refers to himself as ‘BULLETPROOF’ and why Lucia always refers to Star…as ‘SCAR’.

LUCIA LUREAUX-SOMMERSBY: ”This sonofawhore signs with 4CW the very day that you had your meeting with Wallace and Morrison..the very day! And you’re not even a little suspicious?”

Sommersby sighed.

SOMMERSBY: ”This is a black and white world populated by black and white people and I am not talking about their race. I’m talking about yin and yang. Alpha and beta…predator and prey..basically. So, I’m ok with us not being exactly alike lover. You keep on being the worried housewife that hopes never bad ever happens to her man again.”

Finally, Heath Sommersby turned and faced the camera. He was obviously not in a mood to be trifled with.

SOMMERSBY: ”And I’ll remain at the other end of the spectrum…wishing every second of my life that a motherfucker would try me with some bullshit like that..”

That sinister Sommersby smirk..

SOMMERSBY: ”Gabriel… Deveroux. ..”

Sommersby simply spat the man’s last name out of his mouth..

SOMMERSBY: ”In two weeks 4 Corners Wrestling WILL BE in SOMMERSBY COUNTRY…and I’m talking about DC. You might want to get with me before you get there. I will personally make sure that your ghetto pass is up to date and has my seal of approval on it. Otherwise, I don’t think 4CW can guarantee your safety in Washington DC..”

As the scene ended, the cameras focused on Lucia’s overflowing cleavage. Hanging between her breasts was the new 4CW backstage pass. For DETROIT and the upcoming DC shows that read: 4CW GHETTO PASS.

HEADLINE
JAIR HOPKINS VS. JASON CASHE

Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out at a ryhtmic pace with the music as he begins to “feel the vibe” of the crowd. He does a slow spin-around as the fans greet him with cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. Slapping hands and blowing kisses to the females in attendance.

POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at 5 feet, 8 inches and weighs in at 208 pounds. He is one-half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIRRR …. HOPKINSSS!!!”

Entering the ring as he stylishly poses on the apron he hops upon, he takes in the sight as he looks back at the entrance way. That bright, trademark smile of his shows as he makes his way into the ring. His braids flapping around as he jubilantly accelerates from one side of the ring to the next, bouncing up on the middle rope to the crowd, throwing up that unforgettable “TDB” hand sign. He hops down and hops the near turnbuckle before nodding in approval at the scenery. He hops off and back on the canvas as he stretches, waiting for his opponent.

JOHNSON: “After this match was announced the Buzz started about their past. They both expect a classic showdown, like each time they’ve faced off before.”

VASSA: “Time has past from their days in APW, Jair is on a less than pleasing run thus far in 4CW. Maybe the whispers of him being the weaker link in Dying Breed are true.”

JOHNSON: “Our Champion thought highly of Jair but more recently even the Champion wonders if Jair can be better than Anthony Bailey. Cashe showed more respect for this opponent than he has in a long time. It will be interesting to see that “Cut Throat Athlete” come out of Cashe when he respects the person across from him.”

The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck and the South West Heavyweight Championship around his waist. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps the South West Title a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.

“Coming from that H-Town

Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)

Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)

Keep a little bit of

That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)

I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)

Got Platinum round my neck so

Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I got TITLES sittin around my wrist and

Dog I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck

While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)

LEGEND

Rolling with a broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: “Introducing from Houston, Texas! He is the 4CW SOUTH WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! “THE CHOICE OF INFLUENCE” JAAASSOON CCAAAASSSSHHHE!!”

As his introduction is over, the flow of Krayzie Bone begins and the smoke begins to pour out from the stage around him. He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan, hurries to remove his Championship and and roars out to the crowd ferociously as he Raises his Title up high. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. At ringside, he leaps up at the side of the steel stairs, grabbing the ring post, he lays the South West Title over across the turnbuckle as he walks alongside the ring apron outside the ropes.

He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd. He removes his platinum chain and grabs his Title before handing both over to the Announcer. He then drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.

VASSA: “Let’s get this Party started!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Jason Cashe steps to the center of the ring as Jair Hopkins stretches against the ropes. The member of Dying Breed steps to meet Cashe and the two exchange some words. Cashe points at Hopkin’s chest, telling him something and Jair nods his head agreeing with what is said. The two shake hands and back away from each other. That’s when Hopkins turns on the speed as the two begin circling one another, eyes stuck on the other one. They rush in and lock up tightly with a grapple. Cashe walks Hopkins back, putting his back against the ropes. Slowly Cashe releases the grapple and starts to back off but comes down hard with an open hand slap across Hopkins face. His smile as he backs away is met with a look disturbance in Hopkins.

JOHNSON: “Uh Oh, Cashe is playing with his opponent. Never a good sign for the opponent but it can also backfire as we’ve seen in the past.”

VASSA: “Yeah like when he lost to Niobe Martin? I believe Jason Phoenix, the former Champion helped but it was a night Cashe has tried to forget.”

As they come in to lock up again, Jair Hopkins is quick to drive a knee into the stomach of Jason Cashe. Catching him off guard, Hopkins grabs Cashe and whips him from the center of the ring, Cashe slams into the corner turnbuckles. Before he can realize what happened, Jair Hopkins comes in with his lightning speed and crashes into Cashe with a beautiful Corner Splash. As Cashe holds his chest and stumbles forward, Hopkins props himself up onto the second turnbuckle and as Cashe turns around to find his opponent, Hopkins takes flight and cracks Cashe with a Flying Calf Kick that puts Cashe on his back. The fans begin cheering for the push of Hopkins.

Cashe sits up and turns to push up to his hands and knees. Quickly, Hopkins rushes to the near ropes. Springing off them he flips forward hitting a Flipping Neckbreaker on Cashe as he sits on his hands and knees. Again Cashe rolls and lands on the canvas. Hopkins pops back to his feet and claps a few quick times liking that he’s brought his best thus far. He grabs Cashe with a handful of his beard and helps him to his feet. Again, Hopkins whips Cashe, this time across the ring and into the far ropes. Cashe bounces off and Hopkins jumps up looking for a Hurricanrana but Cashe counters it, slamming him down with a Sitdown Powerbomb. The crowd roars from the sudden counter and Cashe keeps the position and goes for an early pin attempt.

ONE

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TW–KICKOUT!

VASSA: “Cashe capitalizes with a huge Counter. This is what makes him a Champion!”

JOHNSON: “I think the match has just started and these two will have a few big moments of countering and spots that make you cringe. As Cashe would say, Hopkins has Hops! Anything can happen..”

VASSA: “You said it dude!”

Pushing aside Hopkins, Cashe stands to his feet and looks down at Hopkins as he pushes up onto his side. Circling Hopkins, Cashe begins dancing around like an Ape. He jumps up like a Gorilla and comes down with closed hammer fists that pound into the ribs and arm of Jair Hopkins. Repeatedly Cashe drops his “Gorilla Attacks” which plays to not racism but something Hopkins said earlier in the week.

VASSA: “Haha! Hopkins did call Cashe “Ceasar” from “Dawn Of The Planet Of The Apes!”

JOHNSON: “That he did and that is ONE hell of a long Movie Title!”

Like he’s dropping a Headbutt, Cashe falls down onto Hopkins but there isn’t a headbutt, instead the referee rushes in as Hopkins flops around with a scream as Jason Cashe falls and bites Hopkins to his exposed neck. Pulling the Champion off, the referee warns him and Cashe smiles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The crowd with an awkward silence about them as Jair Hopkins gets up off the canvas holding his neck and looking shocked, angry, as he stares at Cashe. Jolting forward at Hopkins, Cashe shoulder charges Hopkins and sends him back against the ropes. Before he comes off of them, Cashe rushes forward and whacks Hopkins with a clothesline that sends them both over the ropes, crashing on the ring apron and to the outside. The crowd comes alive again in this moment and as Cashe returns to his feet, he slowly turns in a circle looking over the live audience. Their cheers and celebration for Action fill him with excitement as his smile grows bigger.

JOHNSON: “Is he inhaling the cheers of the crowd? Look, he’s sniffing as they cheer…What a whack job…”

VASSA: *Sniffs* “I don’t smell nothing…”

Turning as if hearing the announcers, Cashe sticks up two thumbs up to the broadcast team. The crowd roars with laughter as Cashe turns back to Hopkins and gets kicked to the midsection. Using the ring, Hopkins pulls himself up and comes full swing with a huge overhand right that connects to Cashe in the cheek. Another and another one lands dropping Cashe to one knee. He wobbly pushes back up and Hopkins jumps, springboards off the ring apron and cracks Cashe with a Superman Elbow that puts Cashe on the floor mats.

VASSA: “HOLY BANANAS! Talk about a MARK being made!”

JOHNSON: “Hopkins hit Cashe with a big Elbow and even Cashe would have to get excited over that one, it was pretty!”

VASSA: “Eh…It was GOOD but is it as good as Cashe could land? Debatable. Maybe I’m biased, I’ve been high with Cashe.”

Ripping the Champion off the floors, Hopkins walks him closer to the steel stairs and quickly locks him into a grapple. He hooks Cashe’s leg like he’s going for a Fisherman Suplex and the fans rise and begins to hold their breaths cause it will send Cashe crashing into the stairs. He lifts but Cashe fights back. He lifts again and Cashe again fights back. Breaking his leg free, Cashe is about to gain control but Hopkins brings down a double axe handle into Cashe’s back. He grabs the Champion and lifts him in a Stalling Suplex before snapping him down and over the steel stairs at corner, outside of the ring. The fans gasp as Cashe arches and lets out a bellowing cry of pain.

Watching him hurt as he turns onto his stomach, Jair Hopkins grabs Cashe’s head as he lays belly across the stair’s surface and plants him with an Impact DDT into the ring side floor. Looking up into the ring, Hopkins sees the referee get to 6 on the count out. He scrambles back to his feet and struggles to lift the dead weight of Jason Cashe. At the count of 8, Hopkins powers Cashe up and against the ring.

JOHNSON: “If this was Falls Count Anywhere, this match would be OVER! Can Hopkins get him in there and finish him? How huge would that be?!”

Getting himself and Cashe rolled into the ring before the 10 count, Hopkins pulls Cashe up and in a daze Cashe seems to be remaining as he rises. Suddenly Cashe bursts out of Hopkins grasp and Open Palm Slaps him with a Bell Clap to both ears. It knocks Hopkins balance off slightly but enough for Cashe to snatch him up and hit him with a Release T-Bone Suplex. The crowd erupts as both men land onto the canvas.

Rising to his feet, Jason Cashe stumbles into a skip as Jair pushes to one knee. Cashe tries for a Drive By Big Boot but Hopkins leans back, missing the incoming boot by inches. He pops up behind Cashe and locks around his waist, lifting him for a Release German Suplex and Cashe lands folded up on his neck and shoulders. His legs awkwardly touching the canvas like he’s trying to suck himself off. Hopkins crawls and hooks the legs and goes for a pin attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!

VASSA: “Ohhh haha ohhh that was close!”

JOHNSON: “You’re Damn right that was close, Jair Hopkins is BACK!”

VASSA: “Yeah it seems that heated conversation with Juan Ramirez helped but I think Cashe pushing him came into play there as well. This Jair hasn’t been seen in a good while.”

On his feet, Jair Hopkins stalks Cashe as the Champion sits up on his knees. Hopkins swiftly swings a stiff kick to the back of Cashe and he flops forward. Using his hands to keep himself from laying on the canvas again, Cashe groans but pushes back up, sitting up on his knees once again. Hopkins gets into the stance and his leg again cuts through the air, this time cracking Cashe to the side of his head. His body goes limp as Jason Cashe goes down like a sack of potatos and collapses into the canvas. Hurrying, Hopkins rolls Cashe onto his back and covers him as the referee drops and begins the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!

Snapping a glance to the referee, Jair Hopkins is shocked at the call. Getting up, Hopkins stomps down into Cashe a few times before heading to the turnbuckles. He climbs the turnbuckles nearby with his back to the ring. Looking for a good distance Moonsault, the fans reaction gives him the heads up that Cashe has got up from the canvas. Hopkins jumps, spins, lands again on the top turnbuckle in a swift move before springing off the turnbuckle and hitting a High Cross Body.

Cashe catches Hopkins and falls back but as they hit the canvas, Cashe rolls back and is popped up on his feet to Hopkins surprise. He tries to roll away but Cashe stomps down on his hands. Grabbing Hopkins, Cashe helps him to his feet, Hopkins throws a short hook to Cashe’s body but Cashe takes it and hits a short arm vicious Clothesline to the back of Hopkins head. Almost falling himself with the move, he stumbles and falls against the ropes nearby.

JOHNSON: “The question now becomes: Who will make the first big mistake? This can go either way right now, as soon as one gets a handle on things the other changes the course!”

VASSA: “Yeah and it’s AWESOME!”

As Hopkins begins to rise and push to his feet, Cashe rushes in and lines up his “Mark Of JASON” but Hopkins ducks down and charges Cashe’s midsection. Running Cashe back against the ropes Cashe drives down elbows as Hopkins rapidly swings into the sides of Cashe. Shoving Hopkins aside, Cashe side steps another strike and runs Hopkins into the nearby corner. Instantly he blasts Hopkins with a stiff elbow to the face and it takes the life out of Jair’s legs. He sinks down into a sitdown at the canvas of the corner.

Turning and running, Jason Cashe hits the far ropes and comes off it hard and fast. He comes back at Hopkins as he sits in the corner and Cashe flips forward pounding into Hopkins with a Cannonball Senton.

VASSA: “His Addiction is being tasted, the Action filling his veins, Jason Cashe is putting in WORK!”

The audience begins trading Chants of “Cashe” and “Jair Jair” grab Cashe’s attention as he gets to his feet. He nods as the crowd continues, wanting to show them who the right “Choice” is as he backs away from where Jair sits still down in the corner. Hopkins slowly reaches up and grabs the middle turnbuckle above his head and pulls up, he turns to face the corner and grabs the top turnbuckle to get himself up on his feet. That’s when Cashe strikes.

Coming in hot, Cashe goes for his “UTI” Neckbreaker but Hopkins keeps hold of the turnbuckle and Cashe flops and lands on his back. He scramble to get back up but Jair Hopkins is waiting and from behind Hopkins catches Cashe with a Reverse Facebuster! The crowd erupts!

JOHNSON: “BREAD N’ BUTTER!! THIS COULD BE OVER!!”

VASSA: “Awww Damn! He’s going up top!!”

Staggered, out of balance, Jair Hopkins gets to his feet using the ropes and begins the climb up the turnbuckles. Cashe laid out on his back as Hopkins gets to the top turnbuckle. He bounces and springs off with a Moonsault, looking for his Moonsault Foot Stomp and he connects, planting hard into Cashe’s chest. Hopkins falls to the canvas but wildly scrambles and hooks the leg of Cashe as the referee makes the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “NOO! I DON’T WANT IT TO BE OVER!!!”

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

JOHNSON: “That was just beautiful! What a match, Jair Hopkins wins this long awaited Tie Breaker, something his Partner Anthony Bailey couldn’t achieve!”

The crowd blowing the roof off the place as Hopkins theme music plays and the referee helps up the victor. Mike Powers makes it official as the referee raises the arm of Jair Hopkins.

POWERS: “Your Winner by way of Pinfall…JAIR HOOOPKIIINNS!!”

Hopkins holds himself in the places where he has pain as he falls into the ropes nearby. Again his arms are raised but this time by his own power and the crowd pops again as they continue celebrating. Before leaving the ring, Hopkins bends down and pats Cashe on the chest, thanking him for the match and the push to shed his shell.

VASSA: “To think, our Main Event has to follow this match! I guess we’ll see..Wow!”

Brian and Jace are sitting in their locker room going over their match.

SAVAGE: ”Now that we have gotten a taste of what they can do, I think it’s time to show the tag division what it is that we can really do. We are good at playing the cat and mouse game, we are better when we just let go and do what we want.”

HOLLYWOOD: ”We know what they are going to say, and that is how we lost. What they don’t understand is we lost on purpose. You’re right they really have no idea what’s in store for them next. When it comes time to defend these titles they will see a whole other side of us that’s an executive promise!”

The scene slowly fades back to ringside.

JOHNSON: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to be coming up to the main event! Nathaniel Havok, versus ‘Young’ Mannie Romero for the 4CW Extreme Television Championship, and I for one am looking forward to this!”

VASSA: “You and me both, Steve. And what a main event it’s going to be! Who do you predict is going to win?”

JOHNSON: “Well, I believe that…”

Steve’s answer was interrupted by the sound of music playing through the arena speakers. It was “Warrior” by Disturbed that blasted through the speakers, and almost everyone present murmured among themselves, although a select few among the sea of faces cheered loudly, as if they knew who was about to grace them with their presence.

VASSA: “Wait…who is this?”

Vinny’s question did not go unanswered for long, as a young brunette woman emerged from the backstage area, clad in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans, as well as a black t-shirt with a skull design and the words ‘second to none’ printed on the front. The fans who cheered for her began to cheer even louder in her presence, and were joined in by even more voices. The woman looked out into the crowd and flashed them a smirk, and then made a ‘gun’ with her right hand and took aim at the ring.

JOHNSON: “Jessica Black! Jessica Black has come to 4CW!”

VASSA: “Wait, who is she?”

JOHNSON: “Weren’t you there at the meeting? She signed with this company about a week ago! She’s Travis Black’s cousin! She’s also the daughter of indy wrestler Daniel Black, and she’s built an impressive career for herself. She’s wrestled in Japan and Mexico, and she’s a multi-time champion, and she certainly gained a reputation for being…well…an asshole, but that doesn’t stop her from being liked by the fans who had seen her in action before.”

VASSA: “Ohhh! That Jessica Black! Daniel Black’s little girl. I know who she is now!”

Steve knew that Vincent was lying, but didn’t bother to call him out on it.

JOHNSON: “But what I don’t get is why she’s here now. She isn’t booked to wrestle tonight, and even if she were, the show’s nearly over!”

Jessica walked down the ramp and to the ring, taking her time as she took in the reactions from the crowd. After a minute or so, she finally slipped into the ring and called for someone to give her a mic.

JOHNSON: “Looks like she wants to talk.”

Now, with mic in hand, Jessica decided to move over to the centre of the ring and take a seat on the mat, cross-legged, and calling for her music to cease. She sat there in silence and a wide grin on her face as she looked out at the fans, until she finally brought the microphone to her lips.

J. BLACK: “Good evening!” The fans cheered. “How is everyone doing, tonight?! Incredible night we’re having, don’t you think?!”

The fans cheered in agreement. The show was indeed a good one.

VASSA: “And these fans agree with you!”

J. BLACK: “Well, your night’s gonna be even better, now that I’m here. I know you all know what’s coming next, and you would be right. Yes indeedy, boys and girls…here comes the totally clichéd introduction and long-winded speech about the FNG and how she’s gonna change wrestling as we know it! Yay!”

VASSA: “FNG?”

JOHNSON: “You don’t know what that means?”

VASSA: “No.”

JOHNSON: “Well, it means…you should look that up.”

J. BLACK: “Okay, okay…now, unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past six years – in which case I strongly recommend a shower and a haircut – all of you should know that my name is Jessica Black and I…”

“AM SECOND TO NONE!” A small group of fans roared, interrupting her mid-speech. Jessica turned her head and gave a soft laugh at the group, pointing a finger at them once she finished.

J. BLACK: “See! You guys know who I am!” She flashed them a grin. “But no, what I was about to say was that I’m gonna be the next biggest thing here in 4CW! Now…I know what some of you are thinking. ‘Holy hairy whatchamacallits, Batman! She’s gonna be the next biggest thing here at 4CW?! How in the holiest of holes is she gonna do that?!’”

JOHNSON: “Well, we’d all certainly like to know!”

J. BLACK: “But first I’m gonna tell you all something… I love wrestling.” That prompted a loud pop from the fans. “I love this business. Man, ever since I was yea tall…” She said, holding her free hand roughly two feet from the mat. “…and my family took me for the first time to go see my dad kick some punk’s ass in the ring, my life has revolved around wrestling. It was bigger than birthdays and Christmas combined to me. It was all wrestling, wrestling, heavy metal, wrestling…and as I got older it was still wrestling, wrestling, boobies, wrestling, more boobies, more heavy metal, and…well you all see where I’m going with this…or at least I hope you do, otherwise I’m worried for you.”

JOHNSON: “She really likes to talk.”

VASSA: “Well, she did warn us it was going to be a long winded speech.”

J. BLACK: “The point is, professional wrestling is my passion, as it had been my father’s. It is a passion I have worked my ass off for. I worked in Japan and lived off Ramen while I showed the people there the true meaning of ‘strong style’. I’ve wrestled in Meh-hee-co and showed all the luchadores just what JB here can do. I have travelled the world to show everyone that I am the best female wrestler on this planet today!”

JOHNSON: “Well, she certainly doesn’t lack for confidence.”

J. BLACK: “Which is why I’m here, among all you fine folks. You see, when you’re the best in the world you got people gunning for your cute little ass, looking to either prove you wrong or back up their own claim to being the best. ‘I’m the greatest!’ ‘No, I’m the greatest!’ No…I’m the greatest…and I’m gonna prove it!”

This brought her a loud cheer from the fans.

J. BLACK: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially issuing an open challenge to anybody who thinks they have testicular fortitude to step up into this ring with me! I don’t care who it is! It can be anyone in that locker room.” She pointed at the timekeeper. “It can be you, mister timekeeper.” And then she pointed to the announcing team. “It can be you two, announcing team…”

JOHNSON: “Us?!”

J. BLACK: “It can even be you, random fan #312.” She pointed to a fan, and then to another. “Or you, random fan #69.” And then she pointed to a couple making out in the crowd. “Or even you…creepy old dude smooching someone young enough to be his daughter.” The fans standing closest to the couple let out a loud ‘Ohhhhh!’ in response, and Jessica just shook her head in disgust. “No…just…just no. And get a room!” And then her attention returned to the matter at hand. “Or…”

The fans let out a huge pop as they heard “The Touch” by Stan Bush blast through the speakers, and the look on Jessica’s face was priceless, as if she knew who was going to come down to the ring and the fear such a fact brought to her would have had her quaking in her shoes were she not already seated.

JOHNSON: “Roxi Johnson! Roxi Johnson has answered Jessica Black’s challenge!”

VASSA: “I can’t believe it!”

Although after several seconds of the arena being filled with power chords without any appearance of Roxi Johnson, the fans began to wonder. And then suddenly, Jessica burst out laughing from her seat on the mat and made gestures with her hand to cut the music.

J. BLACK: “Wait, wait…cut the music.”

JOHNSON: “What the hell?”

The crowd booed at the woman seated in the ring, having become the victims of a practical joke.

J. BLACK: “I’m sorry, guys. That was just a little prank of mine, I’m sorry. I do love The Touch, though, and Transformers was the bomb back in the day. But the challenge still stands! Come on! Anyone….anyone at all.”

And then the arena exploded once again, this time with intense booing as “My Time to Shine” by Saliva played through the speakers. Jessica’s eyes were wide open, hand covering her mouth and shaking her head in fear.

VASSA: “Shane Borderland!”

JOHNSON: “Somehow I think it’s just Jessica out to punk us again.”

And true to the word, Jessica began to chuckle once more and called for the music to stop.

J. BLACK: “Stop! Stop, stop…cut the music.” The crowd booed her once more, though this time there was people laughing amidst the sea of faces. “I’m sorry. Fool you once, shame on me…I know. Sorry. But come on, guys, you had to admit that it was funny! I…”

And the crowd went wild once more as “Also Sprach Zarathustra” by Richard Strauss filled the arena, and each and every one of them was yelling ‘Woooooooo!’ at the tops of their lungs. Jessica jumped up to her feet in the blink of an eye, joining the crowd in their cheers and jumping up and down on the mat excitedly as she had gone into total fangirl mode.

VASSA: “Ric Flair?! Oh my God! Can you believe it?! The dirtiest player in the game is here in 4CW! I feel so honoured right now, Steve!”

JOHNSON: “You really think that’s gonna be Ric Flair? You’re an idiot.”

Jessica suddenly started to laugh her ass off and the crowd booed her loudly when they realised they’d been punked for a third time.

J. BLACK: “Oh my God, you really are some of the most gullible people I’ve ever seen!”

Half of the crowd began to chant “You’re an asshole!” to her. The other half, however, began to chant “But we love you!” in reply.

“You’re an asshole!”

“But we love you!”

“You’re an asshole!”

“But we love you!”

“You’re an asshole!”

“But we love you!”

VASSA: “Incredible reactions from the fans here, Steve!”

Jessica just smirked at the fans’ chanting.

J. BLACK: “I won’t lie though, Ol’ JB right here’d like nothing more than to wrestle the great man himself. But anyway, no takers on the challenge?” There was no answer. Jessica waited for a few moments and the crowd wondered if this was another one of her pranks. “Trust me, guys. This isn’t a joke this time.” And still there was no movement from the back. “No? Okay. Since no-one seems interested in accepting my challenge – big disappointment, I know – I’ll have no choice but to leave it until the next show…give everyone a little time to think it over, write their last will and testament, whatever. But hey, listen guys, I really don’t care who I face, I just want to fight. But I will give you all fair warning: send me anybody you like…but don’t send me anybody you’d like back. Because I am Jessica Black and I…am second to none!”

“Warrior” by Disturbed filled the arena once more, and Jessica dropped the mic and exited the ring, flashing the crowd an arrogant smirk as she made her way back to the backstage area.

JOHNSON: “Well there we have it. Jessica Black has made an official open challenge!”

VASSA: “I wonder who’s going to answer the call, Steve!”

With the show almost over, the backstage cameras come on to find Shane Borderland and 4CW South West Champion, Jason Cashe chatting it up. A doctor has ice packs tapped to the middle of Cashe’s shoulders from his match with Hopkins. Shane dressed in casual attire had the show off but wanted to be there to watch his buddies match.

BORDERLAND: “You got your fix with that match! Tremendous match regardless. I was on the edge of my seat and I don’t think I was alone.”

CASHE: “I’m sure it won’t be the last time I see him, this fire lit in his ass will create a monster. I look forward to all that will arise, I can taste the high of it all now!”

BORDERLAND: “Might just be Hopkins neck, you bit him! You and your Junkie Mentality, always looking for that next fix. Crazy bastard..haha!”

Suddenly a group of four men dressed in Police Uniforms step into the scene. Borderland moves so his back isn’t to any of them as Cashe slides off a big production box where he had been sitting. He grabs hold of his Championship and positions it over his shoulder as if to show off his rank to the Officers.

HEAD OFFICER: “Jason Cashe? We had an Anonymous call that reports you having some Marijuana in the building? We have a search warrant to go through your possessions. Here you go, that’s the warrant.”

Grabbing the warrant, Cashe begins to read the fine print. He notices something in the writing and looks up at the Officer. Before he can even get out a single word, the Officers surround him, grabbing him like he was causing a problem.

HEAD OFFICER: “Resisting Arrest! Paul, go and search his personal items while we detain him! GET ON THE FLOOR!!”

BORDERLAND: “What the hell, he didn’t do anything! Come on now this is bullshit..”

CASHE: “Don’t Shane, not worth it. These clowns aren’t even Detroit Co–UGGGGGHHHHH UGGGGGGHHHH UGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!”

Before he can finish his sentence the Head Officer pulls out a Taser and plugs Cashe into his back and sends the volts down into his body. Borderland looks to attack but another Officer holds his Taser at Shane, giving him the chance to change his mind. The “Paul” Officer comes rushing back carrying a big ass ziplock bag full of Marijuana and dangles it. The tasing of Cashe is stopped.

HEAD OFFICER: “Look at this here! Wow, this is a lot of Dope Mr. Cashe! Do you like Dope?”

Groaning and still feeling the electricity of the taser, Cashe lifts his head up a little to see the bag. His eyebrows arching, his face saying he has never seen it before in his life. Something too many people would probably doubt.

CASHE: “That ain’t mine. I don’t use ziplock bags..Some planted shit you dirty fucking Cops!”

HEAD OFFICER: “Get him up, let’s get him on the road. Maybe he’ll confess on the way. YOU stay back, don’t get any ideas or we’ll haul your punk ass in too!”

BORDERLAND: “Fuck you Pig, if not for those guns this would be going down MUCH different! Know that…Cashe, Cashe, I’ll get Tidus. We’ll get you out..”

As Three of the four Officers slap cuffs on Cashe and lift him onto his feet, Cashe turns and nods at Shane Borderland as he’s being hauled off.

CASHE: “Get my belt bro, tell Tidus to come to New Yor–“

HEAD OFFICER: “SHUT UP Asshole! Move it!”

Now with just Shane Borderland in the scene, he bends down and picks up the South West Championship. A moment there and Shane stares at the belt as if he’d like to wear it one day. He looks down the hall and shakes his head, not sure of one thing..

BORDERLAND: “New York? This is Detroit. He must be high…”

He leaves the scene with the South West Title placed over his own shoulder as he goes to find Tidus Howe to inform him of the situation.

MAIN EVENT
EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME RULES MATCH
NATHANIEL HAVOK VS. “YOUNG” MANNIE ©

VASSA: ”And here we are folks, our main event!”

JOHNSON: ”As we all witnessed earlier in the night, the Extreme Television championship is no more and the newly minted Extreme championship will be on the line for the first official title defense tonight.”

VASSA: ”This match has promise written all over it and has to follow a huge match with the result of the headline earlier.”

JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace is already in the ring and he will be the special guest referee tonight.”

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago, Havok pulled a quick one on Perry and forced himself into this match with the special stipulation of him being the special ref. I’m ready to see how Wallace reacts.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll just have to wait and see. Lets get down to business.”

POWERS: ”Our Main Event is for the 4CW Extreme Championship and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, the challenger, he comes to the ring 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 HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

“Unsettling Differences” hits on the PA system, accompanied by the mixed emotions of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, he looks calculated, but, most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. 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: ”This will be the second time that Havok has challenged for this championship.”

JOHNSON: ”Correction Vinny! This is the first time that anyone has challenged for the newly minted 4CW Extreme Championship. The Extreme Television championship is no more and a thing of the past.”

VASSA: ”I stand corrected!”

POWERS: ”And the champion, he comes to the ring out of the Commonwealth of Virginia. He weighs in at two hundred twenty five pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “4CW’s Resident Workhorse” and defending 4CW Extreme Champion, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

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 and 4CW Extreme championship, 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 and hands the championship to the ref, waiting in his corner for the bell to sound.

JOHNSON: ”There’s our 4CW Extreme champion, “Young” Mannie Romero!”

VASSA: ”After a brutal series with The Red Pioneer, Mannie won the championship and put Pioneer on the shelf in the process. It was messy but sent a statement to those wanting to challenge in the back.”

JOHNSON: ”The brutality of their matches with the old Extreme Television championship on the line was a huge factor in the network forcing management to drop the television stipulation from the championship.”

VASSA: ”It makes sense. This is all for entertainment to those watching but we must protect the health of our invested talents. On the bright side, when this belt will be defended, we get bigger matches to showcase! This can only be good!”

Wallace holds the championship in the air and then walks to the ropes and hands it to ringside staff before backing up to the center of the ring. He first checks with Havok to see if he’s ready but looks away before a nod is given. Wallace then turns to Mannie and checks with him and receives a nod. Wallace then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell chimes, both Mannie and Havok leaves their corners and walk towards each other in the center of the ring. Wallace slowly backs out of the way, leaving the open mat for them to tango. The two meet each other in the center, face to face and stare one another down as they exchange words. Havok then pushes Mannie in the chest and knocks him back a step. Mannie cuts his head to the side, looking to the outside at Alec and Jacinta as a smile comes over his face. He then pops his head up and slaps Havok across the face, sending a cutting sound through the air. As Havok’s head turns, the fans pop with a cheer before he fires back and slaps Mannie across the mouth with a slap of his own. Mannie fires back with a closed fist across the head, followed by a hard right hand by Havok. The two then go back and forth, punching each other in the center of the ring as Wallace looks on with a grin.

VASSA: ”Things are finally starting to get good!”

JOHNSON: ”These two obviously have a dislike for each other and I wouldn’t be surprised if they beat each other into a mess by the end of the night.”

Mannie connects with a right hook that knocks Havok back a step. He then lunges forward to lock up but Havok kicks him in the stomach and then flips him over to the canvas with a snap suplex. Havok mounts himself on top of Mannie and begins to swing down on him furiously with closed fists. Mannie then reaches up and grabs Havok by the head, digging his thumbs into his eyes. Havok yells in pain as he tries to pull Mannie’s hands away but doesn’t. Mannie then rolls to his side and pulls Havok off of him. With Havok’s head still in his grip, Mannie continues to dig his thumbs into Havok’s eyes before letting goes and climbing on top of him. Mannie then attacks with stiff strikes and elbows while Havok tries to fend them off. Havok quickly wraps his arms around Mannie’s body, trapping his arms. After struggling for a moment, Mannie draws his head back and drives it forward, connecting with a hard headbutt to Havok’s forehead.

JOHNSON: ”This is turning out to be an all out brawl!”

VASSA: ”This is what the extreme division is all about.”

Mannie quickly gets to his feet, holding his head from the direct blow. He looks down at Havok for a moment and then goes on the attack, kicking him in the side a few times before dropping a knee directly in the center of Havok’s chest. Mannie stands back up as Havok rolls over in pain, holding his chest. Mannie then runs to the ropes, bounces back and jumps into the air before coming down with a knee towards the back of Havok’s head. At the last second, Havok rolls out of the way as Mannie’s knee slams into the canvas with a thud. Mannie tips over and falls ho his side, holding his knee. Meanwhile, Havok quickly gets up and kicks Mannie while he’s down. Havok then grabs Mannie by the arm and pulls him to his feet. He then throws Mannie to the ropes but gets thrown himself as Mannie reverses it and slings him with force. As Havok hits the ropes, he flips over the top and crashes to the outside where Jacinta and Alec are only a few feet away.

VASSA: ”This isn’t going to be good.”

With the scent of blood in the water, Alec quickly focuses on Havok and moves in. He grabs Havok by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Turning him around, Alec holds Havok with his arms behind his back as Jacinta slowly walks over and talks a little trash before winding up and slapping him across the cheek. Alec then turns Havok around and throws him into the barricade, crashing back first. Releasing a loud moan of pain, Havok falls to a seated position with one arm draped over the top of the barricade. Alec then steps forward and kicks him in the ribcage before pulling him back to his feet and rolling him into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”This just isn’t fair!”

VASSA: ”It’s an extreme rules match. Anything goes and by the look on Perry’s face, he’s enjoying every moment of this.”

Havok rolls into the center of the ring before finally coming to a stop, looking up. Mannie then goes to the ropes and comes back with a hand spring. As he vaults himself into the air, Mannie soars before coming down with a huge leg drop across Havok’s neck that shoot his legs up into the air while his head stays pinned down to the mat. Mannie then covers Havok as Perry quickly drops down with a fast count…

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”That was close! I thought Mr. Wallace was going to call this one right down the middle?”

VASSA: ”He is! Are you going to sit here and argue with the CEO of 4CW? I know I’m not.”

Disappointment comes over Wallace’s face as Havok kicks out. Mannie looks up at him and shakes his head before pushing into Havok’s face with one hand, driving himself upward to his feet. On the outside, Alec yells and catches Mannie’s attention. With a steel chair in hand, he taps it on the apron of the ring as Mannie walks over. He leans over the top rope and grabs the chair from Alec and holds it in the air above his head with both hands. Mannie then turns his attention back to Havok as he slowly approaches. Mannie takes a swing and comes down with the chair…

PING!!!

Havok rolls out of the way just in time to avoid a direct hit. Mannie then draws the chair back again and swings down…

PING!!!

Avoiding the blow, Havok rolls out of the way again. He then kicks Mannie’s leg out from under him. As Mannie falls back, the chair flies into the air and lands across the mat. Mannie hits the canvas with a thud as Havok gets up and stomps on the knee that slammed into the mat earlier. After a few stomps, Havok pulls Mannie to his feet. As Mannie wobbles, Havok draws back and punches him right in the forehead, knocking him down to one knee. Havok then holds the back of his head with one hand and begins to punch him in the face over and over, keeping him from falling to the mat. Havok then takes a few steps back and then rushes in, connecting with a shining wizard that sends Mannie falling over to his back.

VASSA: ”DAMN! He nearly took Mannie’s head off with that!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s going for the pin!”

Havok quickly covers Mannie for the pin.

JOHNSON: ”Come on Wallace, get your head in the match!”

As Havok still has Mannie covered, no pin count is head. He then looks up at Wallace who has his head tilted back and both hands messing with his eye as if something ere in it. Havok yells at Wallace with anger, grabbing his attention. Wallace then drops down for the count…

ONE

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TWO

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VASSA: ”Mannie kicked out!”

JOHNSON: ”Yea he did but this one might already be over if Wallace was paying attention.”

VASSA: ”I’ll let you take that up with him. He obviously had something in his eye.”

Havok quickly jumps to his feet and backs Wallace into the corner, yelling at him with frustration. Wallace holds his ground, yelling back, buying time. Meanwhile, Alec slides into the ring and helps Mannie get to his feet. He then hands Mannie the chair before sliding back out. While Wallace and Havok continue to argue, Mannie sneaks behind Havok and swings with the chair.

CRACK!!!

As the chair lands across Havok’s back, Wallace quickly moves out of the way. Havok stumbles forward, crashing into the corner, slamming his forehead on the top turnbuckle. Mannie drops the chair by his side and slams a forearm across Havok’s shoulders. He then turns Havok around and lifts him up, setting him on the top of the turnbuckle. Mannie then ascends, climbing the turnbuckle. Once standing on the middle ropes, he draws back and begins to punch Havok over and over as the crowd counts with each connecting blow.

“One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…”

As Mannie draws back for number eight, Havok punches him in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Havok then grabs Mannie by the head and pushes him backwards, jumping off the turnbuckle as well. As the two depart from the corner, Havok maintains his grasp. As they come down, Havok slams Mannie’s face into the steel chair on the mat with a facebuster.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That was incredible! Just as you think Havok was being held down, he turned things around with this high impact move.”

Wallace’s eyes get wide as he witnesses what happened. Havok then rolls Mannie over, revealing his bloody forehead and covers for the pin as Wallace drops down for the forceful count.

ONE

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TWO

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TH…

VASSA: ”MANNIE KICKED OUT!!! MANNIE KICKED OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”With a little help from that delayed three count. Come on Perry, call the match right!”

Havok looks up at Wallace as the anger boils within. Wallace stands to his feet and slowly backs away, aware of what he did. Havok then gets up and turns to Wallace. Thinking for a moment, he stands down and turns his attention back to Mannie as a sign of relief comes over Wallace. Havok grabs Mannie by the back of the head and lifts him to his feet. Standing him up, Havok wraps his arms around Mannie and lifts him up and throws him over with a belly to belly suplex. Havok then pops back up and runs to the ropes. After bouncing off, he comes back and drops a rolling knee into Mannie’s forehead. Mannie quickly holds his head as the blood trickles through his fingers. Havok then gets up and runs to the ropes again. As he turns his body to bounce off, Alec quickly reaches up and pulls the top tope down. Havok flips over and falls to the outside of the ring with a crash.

JOHNSON: ”OH COME ON!!!”

Alec picks Mannie up off the floor and lifts him over his head with a military press. He then walks to the barricade and throws Havok straight up. Coming down, Havok’s throat lands on the top of the barricade and his body bounces off like a ragdoll. Alec then lifts him to his feet and rolls him into the ring just as Mannie is getting to his feet. Mannie walks over to Havok and squats down, lifting him up to his feet. Mannie then swings up with an elevated European uppercut that sends Havok up into the air and crashing down to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”The Drug Test!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think he’s done yet. Havok is fighting to get back up.”

Mannie looks on, surprised, as Havok pushed himself up to all fours. Mannie then runs to the ropes and comes back connecting with a running impact missile dropkick directly to Havok’s face that flips him over to his back with a thud.

JOHNSON: ”The Dropkick From Hell!”

VASSA: ”Mannie’s pulling out all the artillery to try and end this match!”

Mannie then drags Havok to the center of the ring and covers for the pin as Wallace quickly drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR – KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know how Havok managed to do it but he kicked out of yet another close call!”

VASSA: ”UNREAL!!!”

Mannie looks up at Wallace, irritated by the count. He then stands to his feet and approaches Wallace, who backs up until being stopped by the ropes behind him. Wallace’s eyes get huge as he realizes he has nowhere else to go. Mannie then stands face to face with him as Alec and Jacinta climb onto the apron and grab an arm, holding him in place.

VASSA: ”This isn’t going to end well. Where’s Michael Salieri?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”As we saw earlier, Mr. Wallace made it clear that he did not want his assistance for this match.”

VASSA: ”I bet he’s wishing he could take those words back now.”

Mannie gets in Wallace’s face, yelling at him while Alec and Jacinta restrain him. A few moments pass, allowing Havok to get to his feet and become aware of what’s going on. While the three argue with Wallace, Havok picks up the steel chair and holds it with both hands. He then moves in behind Mannie and swings up and over, connecting with a chair shot directly on top of Mannie’s head.

CRACK!!!

Mannie falls to the mat and Havok then swings at Alec, connecting with his head and knocking him down to the hard floor. Wallace quickly pulls himself away from Jacinta, knocking her down in the process. Havok then looks at Wallace with the chair in hand, sending a frightening chill down his spine.

VASSA: ”This is going to be bad.”

JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE…”

Havok then swings the chair and connects with Wallace’s head, knocking him down to his stomach.

VASSA: ”HE HIT WALLACE!!! Havok just attacked the CEO!!!”

Pleasure quickly overcomes Havok’s face as he looks down at Wallace, lying on his stomach. He then drops the chair and picks Mannie up from the floor. Havok lifts him into the air in a package and then drops him with a package piledriver, head first onto the steel chair.

JOHNSON: ”THE REIGN OF TERROR!!!”

As Mannie’s body flips over to his back, limp, Havok makes the cover and grabs Wallace’s hand who is still unconscious. Havok lifts Wallace’s hand into the air and slams it to the mat.

ONE!!!

He then lifts it again and slams it down.

TWO!!!

Raising it a third time, Havok slams Wallace’s hand down for final time.

THREE!!!

VASSA: ”What just happened?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like we have a new 4CW Extreme Champion!”

VASSA: ”That’s impossible! He can’t do that!”

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

“Unsettling Differences” begins to play over the speakers as a member of the ringside staff rolls into the ring and hands Havok the championship as he gets to his feet. Havok holds the championship in the air as his music plays and the official announcement is made.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Extreme Champion… NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

VASSA: ”How is that even possible?”

JOHNSON: ”This is an extreme rules match. Anything is possible and nothing is off limits.”

As Havok holds the championship in the air, Michael Salieri runs out from the back and towards the ring. Havok quickly takes notices and rolls out of the opposite side of the ring and hops over the barricade, exiting through the crowd. Once in the ring, Salieri checks on Perry who is still out cold.

JOHNSON: ”There’s going to be hell to pay for this! Perry Wallace isn’t going to let this slide!”

VASSA: ”He shouldn’t! Havok weaseled his way into this match to begin with and then took measures into his own hands to get the win tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”This is our extreme division and I love it! Folks, we’re out of time. Tune in two weeks from now as we head down to Washington DC and continue the 4CW North-East tour.”

VASSA: ”You’re not going to want to miss it. I guarantee that Wallace will be on the rampage. It’s bad enough that he has Cashe spitting in his face, now Havok!”

JOHNSON: ”See you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”

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

Havok continues to make his exit through the crowd as Salieri watches, not taking an eye off of him. The fans break into a chant of “4CW” as the scene slowly fades out.