ADRENALINE E08 (017)



ADRENALINE E08 (017)
WARNER THEATRE [WASHINGTON D.C.]
AUGUST 11TH, 2014

UNDERCARD
JESSICA BLACK VS. NIOBE MARTIN

The crowd cheered as a heavy guitar riff filled the theatre speakers as “Warrior” by Disturbed began to play, heralding the arrival of Jessica Black.

I am now an instrument of violence

I am a vessel of invincibility

I cannot leave this undecided

Stepping down to battle another day

Remember me for all time this

Determination is a vital part of me

Surrender now or be counted

With the endless masses that I will defeat

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall. She is “Second to None”, JESSICA BBLLAACCKK!!!”

It was several seconds before Jessica graced the fans with her presence, clad in her ring gear, as well as a black leather jacket. She stood there, looking out at the sea of faces who have come to see her with an arrogant smirk before she slowly made her way to the ring.

Come on bring it, don’t sing it

Better believe it

Broken down, till your hope has died

Beat down till the victory is mine

Stand up and show me some pride

And now, are you ready?

As she reached the ring steps, Jessica climbed up and moved to the middle of the ring apron, flashing the crowd another arrogant smirk as she stretched her arms out. Afterward, Jessica moved to the corner and climbed the top turnbuckle, bellowing “Second to None!” out to the fans as she raised her arms.

I’m one with the warrior inside

My dominance can’t be denied

Your entire world will turn

Into a battlefield tonight

As I look upon you through the warrior’s eyes now

I can see the fear that will

Ensure my victory this time

After she jumped off and into the ring, Jessica moved to the opposite corner and did it once again before climbing down and removing her jacket, waiting for the match to begin, eager to add another name to her growing list of casualties.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago she made an open challenge to anyone in the back but no one answered. Tonight, she gets to display what she’s capable of as she debuts for 4CW.”

As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the theatre, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

Niobe appears on stage, 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 you 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.

Before the bell sounds, Jessica takes off from her corner and catches Niobe off guard in hers as she attacks with a series of punches and slaps.

DING!!! DING!!!

Jessica traps Niobe in the corner and kicks her in the stomach a few times before finally breaking her down to a sitting position. Niobe tries to fight back but comes short as Jessica connects with each strike. She then pulls Niobe back to her feet but gets knocked back a few steps as Niobe lunges forward and shoves her away. Niobe then fires back with an assault of her own. Hit after hit, Niobe backs Jessica into the opposite corner. She then shoots in and flips Jessica over to the mat with a fireman’s carry takedown.

Jessica pops back up to her feet and the two collide again, exchanging punches in the center of the ring. Niobe then grabs her by the head and flips her back to the canvas with a rolling snapmare. Jessica pops back up and comes at Niobe but gets side stepped and taken to the mat with a drop toe hold. Niobe then climbs on Jessica’s back and goes to lock in a crossface but Jessica manages to break free and crawls away, climbing to her feet.

VASSA: ”I knew we had an exciting card scheduled for tonight and these two are starting it off right with a good old cat fight!”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica is looking to make a huge first impression but Niobe isn’t going to let that happen without a fight.”

Niobe comes at Jessica but gets stopped short with a kick to the stomach. Jessica then plants her head into the mat with a float-over DDT. Jessica quickly gets up and attacks with repeated stomps, forcing Niobe to roll into the corner without knowing it. Trapped, Niobe tries to fend off the stomps but Jessica keeps connecting one after the other. She then grabs a handful of hair and pulls Niobe to her feet. Jessica throws her to the opposite corner and follows running behind her. As Niobe hits the corner, she plants her hands into the top ropes and vaults herself into the air as Jessica slams into the turnbuckle. Niobe comes to her feet behind Jessica and then grabs her by the back of the head and slams her face into the top turnbuckle.

Jessica then swings her arm back and connects with an elbow to Niobe’s head, knocking her back a few steps. Jessica then moves in and wraps her arms around Niobe, lifting her up and throwing her down to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Niobe pops back up to her feet and but gets caught with a shin kick from Jessica than nearly knocks her off her feet. Jessica then leaps into the air and wraps her legs around Niobe’s head, flipping her over to the mat with a hurricanrana. Jessica hooks the legs while on top as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”These two aren’t letting up one bit in this fast paced match up.”

VASSA: ”If they keep up at this pace, they’re going to run out of steam before too long.”

Jessica gets up, pushing herself away from Niobe. She then kicks her in the stomach while she’s still down. Jessica then turns her back to Niobe and shows of for a moment before doing a backflip and connecting with a standing moonsault. Jessica then gets up and grabs another handful of hair and pulls Niobe to her feet. She throws her to the ropes but Niobe reverses and throws her instead. When Jessica comes back, Niobe lifts her into the air and hits her with a spinning spinebuster in the center of the ring. She then runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Once at the top, Niobe looks down at Jessica who’s still down and leaps into the air. Niobe twists in the air and comes down, connecting with a corkscrew elbow drop to Jessica’s chest. Niobe then covers her as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”I am rather impressed with both of these chicks tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica is doing a fine job displaying what she’s capable of and Niobe… this is a new side to her we haven’t seen before. She’s steady on the attack or defense but not letting Jessica keep her down for too long before she gets the upper hand.”

Niobe climbs to her feet and darts to the ropes as Jessica begins to get up. Jumping into the air, Niobe springboards off the middle ropes and turns around as she flies back at Jessica and wraps her legs around her head just as she gets to her feet. Niobe turns her body and flips Jessica to the canvas with a headscissors takedown. Jessica flips in the air and lands on her back but continues the rolls and comes to her feet. As Niobe turns to face her, Jessica knocks her to the canvas with a shoulder block. Jessica then grabs Niobe and pulls her up and grabs her by the back of the head and takes a few steps forward, dragging Niobe, and plants her face into the canvas with a one handed bulldog. The two quickly get to their feet and throw down in the center of the ring once more. Niobe draws back and spins Jessica around with a haymaker. She then grabs Jessica from behind and throws her to the ropes. As Jessica approaches the ropes, she jumps up and springboards off the middle rope. As Jessica vaults into the air, she spins around and catches Niobe with a springboard roundhouse that lays her out in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”If I’m correct, that was the Splitting Headache.”

Jessica quickly runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. She looks down at Niobe from the top, who’s laid out in the center of the ring and then leaps from the top of the turnbuckle. Flying in mid air, Jessica comes down on Niobe with a diving headbutt that connects with impact!

VASSA: ”OUCH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”And that’s Black Magic!”

Jessica then covers Niobe for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one’s over!”

“Warrior” hits the sound system as Jessica pops up to her feet in excitement as the adrenaline flows through her body. The ref raises her arm in the air for the win.

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

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pin fall, JESSICA BBLLAACCKK!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica Black was made a statement tonight with this fast paced victory tonight! The locker room better think twice before answering her open challenge.”

Jessica celebrates in the ring as she looks down at Niobe with a smirk on her face.

VASSA: ”With her quickness, she’s going to be a force to be reckoned with.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while the ring is cleared.”

HARTMAN: “Gabriel Hartman here in the backstage area and I’m here to get a statement from Jessica Black. I’m here in the backstage area, just waiting for Jessica to…Jessica! Jessica, wait!”

Hartman chased after Jessica as she emerged from the main arena through the curtain, stopping briefly to acknowledge the backstage workers as they cheered and clapped her hands, giving her their congratulations on her victory against Niobe Martin.

HARTMAN: “Jessica? Gabriel Hartman, I’m the reporter for 4 Corners Wrestling.”

Jessica turned to look at Hartman and the cameraman behind him, filming their conversation.

BLACK: “Hello.”

HARTMAN: “Jessica, may I congratulate you on your first victory here at 4CW. What did it feel like out there?”

BLACK: “Well first off, Hartman may I give you a couple of words to remember when you’re talking to me. ‘Eye contact.’ I catch you looking at my rack again and I’ll slap the yellow off your teeth.”

Hartman at least had the decency to look guilty under Jessica’s gaze.

HARTMAN: “I’m sorry? I…I…”

BLACK:“Don’t deny it, man. I know your type. But to answer your question, it felt great to finally wrestle my first match here with 4CW, and it felt even better to add Niobe Martin to my growing list of casualties, just as it’ll feel great to add some more names to my list of asses I kicked. Next question.”

HARTMAN:“Okay. Last week you issued an open challenge to…well, everyone. Could you care to comment on that?”

BLACK:“What is there to comment? I went in there, called everyone out and I got nothing resembling an answer. Simple. Maybe I should have challenged everyone to grow some nuts first, and then make the open challenge to fight. Or maybe I’ll still get no answer from the others because they now know what I can do and they’re scared shitless of me now. Who knows? But I said it before and I’ll say it again. I have issued an open challenge to anyone and everyone who wishes to step up to the Lady Gangster. If any of you want to get your ass beat, you come to JB. I’ll be around, probably tossing down some cold ones somewhere and watching the rest of these cowards fight everyone else except me. You want to fight me, you come find me. I’m sure I’ll be hard to miss, just follow the sound of my loud mouth.”

HARTMAN: “Thank you, Jessica, for your statement.”

He stood there, smiling at her until the scene faded to black.

UNDERCARD
SHOOTER GRAYSON VS. GABRIEL DEVEREUX

The house lights dim as the rapid chords are played on an acoustic guitar, the stage lights flaring a dark blue as the smoke machine begins to billow a light fog across the stage. Flashing in time to the music as it hits three specific chords, then drums suddenly come to life as the lights become blue and white. They again flash in time with the guitars, as an electric one has now joined in as well, as it hits four specific chords. The tempo of the music picks up as violins join and Shooter bursts from the curtains.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring accompanied by Miss Naomi, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing five feet, ten inches tall. He is the “Music City Machine Gun”, SHOOTER GGRRAAYYSSOONN!!!”

Wearing his white hoodie, he is bouncing from foot to foot with the hood lowered over his features while the music reaches a crescendo around him. Miss Naomi appears from backstage, clapping and using her arms to gesture to Shooter. His fierce energy is barely restrained as he jogs down the ramp and barely comes to a halt at the edge of the ring. He hops up onto the apron with one knee and uses the ropes to pull himself up standing, swinging in between the top and middle ropes. The brown-haired woman slowly approaches the ring and takes a spot near a neutral corner, still slowly applauding and talking with the fans.

He quickly yanks down his hood to reveal his face, pounding a forearm across his chest before raising his fist to the crowd to a mixed reaction. He jogs to a turnbuckle, hopping onto the middle rope as he stares out across the crowd and holds out his arms to either side while Claudio Sanchez sings over the sound system. Hopping down in a 180, he lands facing the center of the ring and pulls his hoodie off over his head. He leans out to hand the sweatshirt to Naomi and gives her a small nod before focusing on the match at hand.

VASSA: ”Shooter Grayson will be making his debut in a 4CW ring and is big on entrances apparently.”

A mist begins to form as the ambient and beautifully haunting intro to Robot Kock & Susie Suh’s “Here With Me” begin to play over the loud speakers as suddenly flashes of light burst with each crack of thunder and lightening that play along with the music.

Caught in the riptide

I was searching for the truth

There was a reason

I collided into you

POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring our of New York, New York, he weighs in at two hundred sixty five pounds and stands six feet, four inches tall. He is “The Archangel”, GABRIEL DDEEVVEERREEUUXX!!!”

Gabriel Devereux steps out onto the stage within the mist, looking out at the crowd with a stoic yet determined look upon his face before beginning his decent to the ring.

Calling your name in the midnight hour

Reaching for you from the endless dream

So many miles between us now

But you are always here with me

Gabriel enters the ring over the top rope and positions himself in his corner so he has clear view of his opponent and waits, like a statue, until the bell sounds.

VASSA: ”Here is another new signee ladies and gentlemen. By the looks of this guy, he could be beastly!”

JOHNSON: ”He definitely has the size advantage in this match up tonight.”

The ref checks with both corners for the nod and receives them both. He then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Slowly walking away from the corner, Gabriel approaches the center of the ring. Out of nowhere, Shooter takes off running and rushes him. Waiting for the opportune moment, Gabriel throws his foot in the air and clotheslines Shooter with a ferocious big boot that sends him crashing to the mat. Gabriel then grabs him with one hand and pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing the back of Shooter’s head, Gabriel delivers a combination of knees to his stomach before lifting him in the air with a bear hug. As Gabriel squeezes, Shooter release a scream of pain and then Gabriel shuts him up with repeated headbutts before tossing him aside like a piece of trash. Gabriel paces around the ring, waiting for Shooter to get back to his feet. Taking his time, Shooter finally stands up with his back turned to Gabriel. Just as he begins to turn around, Gabriel takes off from a stand still and runs towards him. As soon as Shooter turns around completely, Gabriel lays him out with a monstrous spear that sends an echo throughout the theatre as their bodies hit the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”What power!”

VASSA: ”I think Shooter forgot that he even has a match tonight. I don’t think he even knows where he’s at right now!”

Gabriel then stands to his feet as intensity builds in his eyes. He grabs Shooter by the head and pulls him to his feet with ease. He then pulls his head underneath his arm and lifts him into the air in a vertical position. Stalling for a moment with Shooter help up, Gabriel then brings him down and drives his body into the canvas with a powerslam that rumbles the entire ring.

BOOM!!!

Gabriel then hooks Shooter’s leg for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!! This match didn’t last no time!”

JOHNSON: ”Gabriel Devereux just made a statement with the annihilation showcase he just put on for us all.”

“Here With Me” by Susie Suh & Robot Koch hits the sound system as Gabriel climbs to his feet slowly. The ref raises his arm in the air for a moment before he pulls it away and paces around the ring.

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

POWERS: ”The winner, by pinfall, GABRIEL DDEEVVEERREEUUXX!!!”

VASSA: ”You mean the winner by demolition!”

JOHNSON: ”This match was over so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to look through my notes. That devastating move he finished Shooter off with is called Darkness Falls…”

VASSA: ”And that’s exactly what fell over Shooter Grayson!”

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VASSA: ”Do you hear this place right now Steve? It’s a madhouse in here, and it seems that they want their Main Attraction and they want him now.”

JOHNSON: ”Now you know me Vinny, I’m not the biggest fan of “Young” Mannie Romero but his reach & influence in the Washington-Metro area is undeniable.”

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the sound system, building anticipation.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Commonwealth of Virginia, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall… he is “The Main Attraction”, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

Mannie emerges to the Warner Theatre audience to a shocking rumbling of cheers, He is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, as he begins to stroll down the ramp while soaking in the admiration; Mannie then reaches near ringside when his custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to call for a microphone as the cheering continues on ringing.

MANNIE: ”DEEEEE CEEEEE are you with me?”

Mannie

Mannie

Mannie

MANNIE: ”Well since we have established who’s house this is… Now it’s time for Four Corners Wrestling management to come face to face with The Champ!”

Mannie waits in the ring, looking at the entrance ramp. Moments pass and he grows impatient as no one talks out from the back.

MANNIE: ”I’m not leaving this ring until someone from the management team comes out here and faces me like a man!”

The crowd pops with cheers as Mannie takes a shot at staff. Moments pass and finally, a wave of boos take over the crowd as Perry Wallace walks out from the back. He stands at the top of the ramp, shaking his head as he looks in the ring at Mannie who is looking right back at him.

VASSA: ”Perry doesn’t look too happy being called out like this.’

Perry takes a step forward but stops suddenly. He thinks to himself for a moment a smacks his forehead before looking back at the curtain. Out from the back, Michael Salieri walks out and stands beside him. The two look at each other for a moment before turning back to the ring and heading down the ramp.

JOHNSON: ”After what happened two weeks ago, two weeks before that and all the madness with Cashe, I don’t think Mr. Wallace will be letting Michael Salieri leave his side.’

The two make it to the ring as Perry climbs up the ringside steps. Salieri grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to the apron before stepping on the middle rope and pulling up on the top rope, opening it up for Wallace to enter. Salieri then follows as Wallace walks to the center of the ring, waiting behind him, watching his back. Wallace looks at Mannie for a moment as the two exchange a few quiet words. Wallace then pulls out a mic and slowly raises it to his mouth as the fans serenade him with boos.

WALLACE: ”I’m here, Mannie. Now what in the hell do you want?’

MANNIE: ”Ummm… I don’t know Perry but maybe you could tell me where the fuck is my belt?”

WALLACE: ”You mean the one that Havok cheated you out of last week as he attacked me, the goddamn official?”

MANNIE: ”Yeah that would be the one i’m talking about Perry, so where is my Extreme Championship at? Because you know just like I know that Havok’s pin on me last week was never an official 3 count, so in accordance to the by-laws around here. I am still the 4CW Extreme Champion!”

WALLACE: ”Mannie, Mannie, Mannie… As much as I would love to take your side on this, my hands are tied. Believe me, I’ve been consulting all week with the officials and outside sources on this matter but I get the same answer each and every time. Due to the stipulations of the match, you know, not having any rules what so ever, technically Havok did win the championship as the result of my hand hitting the mat for the three count. Forceful or not, it is what it is. And trust me, I hate the fact just as bad as you do but that’s where it stands.”

Mannie looks to be pissed by Perry’s final verdict on the title situation, so he makes it known to him by getting right up into his face.

MANNIE: ”I want my championship back and if I don’t get it by next week Perry, then everything that happens to Nathaniel Havok and the rest of this Lockeroom between now & then is your fault!”

Salieri steps forward but Perry holds his arm up, waving him to stand back. Perry lets those words sink in, thinking to himself for a moment before responding.

WALLACE: ”Mannie, I told you that the decision is out of my hands. I tried to overturn the decision, believe me I did. Just because I’m the owner doesn’t mean I’m going to bend the rules in my favor. I don’t want Havok to hold that championship as much as you don’t. TRUST THAT! But let me be clear with you. I’m not going to sit here and let you threaten me or the 4CW roster. If you want to get a rematch then I suggest you check your tone. I’m not going to let people like you, Cashe or Havok push me around anymore. I won’t have it!”

Oddly enough Mannie is smiling at Perry, as he has started to back away from him and his associate

MANNIE: ”Fine Perry… Have it your way!”

And just like that Mannie shoots towards Wallace like a freight-train. Just before making contact, “Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system and stops Mannie in his tracks. Wallace and Mannie’s eyes get wide as they stare at each other for a moment before cutting their head towards the entrance. Salieri quickly pulls Wallace back and stands in front of him, testing Mannie who isn’t even paying attention. Havok walks out from the back with the 4CW Extreme Championship over his shoulder and a mic in hand.

HAVOK: ”Gentlemen, I saw that you two were having a heated argument so I figured I’d lighten the mood and interrupt. After all, I am the 4CW Extreme Champion, whether you two like it or now. So, what is the issue?”

“You can search for loopholes until the day you pass as an old man but you won’t have any luck. The rules clearly state that there are no rules and if you make the count, if you hand strikes that mat for the three count, then it’s official. Facts are facts,. And if I remember correctly, you hand did hit that mat for the one, two and three Perry!

WALLACE: ”Now you listen here, Havok!”

HAVOK: ”NO!!! You listen! I made it clear that I was going to get what I wanted and I did exactly that. Things aren’t all that bad, are they? You didn’t screw me out of the match and by contract, everything was in order and you don’t have to worry about losing a stake in your company to yours truly.”

WALLACE: ”Do you ever sit back and listen to yourself? Yes, you weaseled your way into me signing a document that guaranteed you a championship match. As for owners stake in the company? Do you seriously think that even you could pull that off? Do you think that I wouldn’t have a concrete business model in place to prevent scum like you from trying to take what isn’t theirs? My legal team looked over every article in that crappy, grammatical error infested piece of trash that you call a contract. You had nothing! Get the facts straight!”

HAVOK: ”If that makes you feel better then by all means, have at it. At the end of the day, I’m the one standing right here, right now, with the Extreme Championship while you two bicker back and forth in the ring about what might have been! If Mannie wants a rematch at a real champion… then he can have it at Fright Night and don’t get mad when I steal the show and overshadow your little Fright Night Warzone!”

WALLACE: ”You don’t even stand a chance! Let me tell you what. Since both of you are competing to see who can be the biggest pain in my ass next to Jason Cashe, I’m going to book you two in a match tonight that will make you think twice before you cross me damnit!”

“Tonight, you two will fight side by side as a team! You can’t do that? Yes I can! And if that isn’t bad enough, you two have to beat the team of Billy and The Kidd, Lincoln Cutler and Joseph Sullivan in an elimination style tag tornado match! One by one, you two have to eliminate them in order to win. But here’s the kicker… if any of you get pinned then the match is over and you lose. So, instead of me butting heads with you two and giving myself heartburn, I’m going to let the clean up crew deal with you, or better yet, I’m going to let the hatred you two possess for one another rip you apart and cost you the match right here, LIVE tonight!

Mannie cuts an eye at Wallace as Salieri steps forward to protect his investment. Mannie backs down and slowly climbs out of the ring while running his mouth. Wallace cracks a smile and looks back at Havok with a dumbfounded look on his face…

WALLACE: ”Anything else?”

HAVOK: ”I…”

WALLACE: ”Kill his mic, he’s done polluting the air waves tonight! Get to stepping!”

Havok begins to rant but silence fills the air as the mic goes dead. Wallace laughs to himself. Growing frustrated, Havok throws the mic down and turns around, walking to the back. Meanwhile, Mannie slowly walks up the aisle, looking back at Perry in the ring and shaking his head. The scene slowly cuts backstage…

Pacing backstage, Tidus Howe is seen waiting outside of a locker room. His phone rings and he almost fumbles it as he hurries to answer. The ringing echoing loudly through the seemingly empty hallway. He plows into the locker room, slamming the door behind him as the other members of The House are inside. Borderland drops the South West Heavyweight Championship that he had been staring into. Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood turn their heads to Howe as he puts his phone on speaker.

HOWE: “Hello? Cashe?”

Silence fills the phone as everyone stares down at it in Tidus Howe’s hands. Some scratching and like Caroline’s voice in “Poltergeist” a voice comes through the cell phone’s speakers

VOICE: “Tiiiiiiidduuuuuuss! Helllllp!!”

HOWE: “CASHE! CASHE! WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU SEE? LOOK FOR TATTOOS…What do I do guys?!”

Concern as Tidus Howe looks over at The House. None of them have no idea what to do or think. Brian Hollywood waves it off and whispers of him playing pranks, talking like a ghost is worth getting concerned over. Tidus Howe doesn’t notice their whispers and Shane Borderland has gone back to staring at the South West Championship gripped in his hands. A slight grin fills his face and there is no interest in Cashe being in danger or missing.

HOWE: “Come on guys, this is serious!! Where’s Cashe?”

SAVAGE: “Ha! Where’s Waldo, Cashe is like Waldo. You’re Psycho dude, he’s fine.”

Jace Savage feeling confident about Cashe’s safety turns to Hollywood as the phone goes silent. The call drops entirely after that and Tidus drops to his knees, looks up and begs the question.

HOWE: “WHHHHHHYYYYYY!!!!”

As Tidus is seen almost in “tears” crying to the heavens, the door to the locker room stands cracked open. Light coming through at the top but the rest of the small opening is filled with the shadow of Stefan Raab as he stands, eyes peeking through his mask staring directly at back of Tidus Howe’s head. Nobody seeing him as the scene jumps back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
DANTE MEPHISTO VS. KAYLYN JAMES EVANS

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the 4 Corners Wrestling theatre as it plunges into darkness ‘Satisfaction” by Benny Benassi begins to blare on out of the PA announce system across the theatre. After a few minutes Dante Mephisto himself comes walking out from behind the black curtains. Dante can be seen being accompanied by both his manager Donovan King, and his personal bodyguard Desmond Steele. King can be seen standing alongside Dante where Steele can be seen standing behind Dante.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing fix feet, ten inches tall. He is “The Orgasm Titan”, DANTE MMEEPPHHIISSTTOO!!!”

As Dante stands in the center of the isle a pink piercing light comes shinning down upon him illuminating his gorgeous figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds. Dante soaks in the boos, and cheers, and chants from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hate towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring as both King, and Steele follow closely behind him.

Dante slowly walks on down the isle with King by his side, and Steele walking behind him. Once at ringside Mephisto 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 cheers, and jeers from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him before jumping down and awaiting his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

JOHNSON: ”The beginning of our show has been filled with new signees and Dante himself is one of those new acquisitions.”

VASSA: ”4CW has been on a rampage of signing new talent as of late! If the future wasn’t bright enough, I think we may need to wear sunglasses going forward.”

“What you get is what you see

It won’t take much to get hooked on me

Just shoot me right into your skin

And I will be your heroin..”

“The side effects are sexual are you dying for a taste

The side effects are sexual and I love the way you sayyyy”

POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing fix feet, six inches tall. She is “The Perfect Ten”, KAYLYN JAMES EEVVAANNSS!!!”

The curtains part as Kaylyn comes rushing through and stands there at the top of the ramp with arms wide while spinning around in a slow circle.

“Im your favorite drug, your favorite drug

Just one hit is never enough

im your favorite drug, your favorite drug

you can’t shake this addiction NO!”

Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring while ignoring the cat calls from the males in the crowd and the boos from everyone else. Getting to the ring she jumps onto the apron and goes through the ropes before a spotlight hits the center of the ring as she drops down on her knees with her arms spread wide soaking in the reaction from the crowd. Slowly she gets up and prepares herself for the match ahead.

VASSA: ”This is a new face that I wouldn’t mind getting used to seeing each and every event. She’s a hottie!”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny! Don’t make her feel uncomfortable before she gets settled in.”

VASSA: ”I’m paying attention to every woman that walks through the door here. If I wasn’t, then they should feel uncomfortable!”

The ref checks in with each corner to receive the nod before waiving his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With the crowd in anticipation to see what these two have to offer, the tension slowly builds as they walk away from their corners with the noise level going through the roof. The two circle each other in the center of the ring, getting a feel for one another before making a move. Breaking the ice, KJE shoots in and takes Dante to the canvas with a single leg takedown. She goes to position herself on top but Dante pushes himself away and backs away on in a crab walk position. The two get to their feet and slowly circle again. This time, Dante makes the first move and lunges forward, grabbing ahold of KJE. The two lock up in the center of the ring and display a power struggle as they try to gain position on the other. KJE takes control and stomps on Dante’s toe, causing him to lose grip. She then grabs his wrist with both hands and twists his arm around behind his back and locks it in place. Dante leans back, trying to use his body to push KJE away. Dante reaches back with his other hand and grabs KJE by the hair and pends over forward, flipping her over his back and slamming her to the canvas at his feet. KJE quickly rolls over to her stomach but Dante stomps on her back, keeping her down on the mat. He then grabs her by the head and pulls her to her feet. Once up, KJE punches him in the stomach, forcing him to release his grip. She then wraps her arm around his neck and sweeps his leg out from under him, slamming him to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Kaylyn with a rather impressive STO right there.”

VASSA: ”Not only does she have the looks but it appears that she has just as much talent as well!”

KJE pushes herself up and then grabs Dante and pulls him up by his arm. She then lifts him into the air and drops him down on her knee with a backbreaker. Dante rolls on the canvas in pain as KJE gets back to her feet. She slowly stalks him before lifting him up to his feet again. This time, she locks him in a modified abdominal stretch with a chin lock. Trying to rip his torso apart, she pulls back on his head. Dante fights the pain. After being in the hold for a few moments, Dante forces his arm locked in hers forward, using his hips for leverage and flips her over to the canvas. He then runs to the ropes and comes back with a quick dropkick to the back of her head. Danta grabs her by the hair and jerks her to her feet. Drawing back for a punch, Dante leave himself open as KJE grabs his head with both hands. As a reflex, Dante then eye rakes KJE and pushes her away. He then takes a couple of steps forward and knocks her to her back with a shoulder block. KJE pops back up to her feet and lunges at Dante but misses as he side steps her and moves in behind her. Dante then grabs her from behind and drives her head into the mat with a dragon suplex.

VASSA: ”Watch out for that face!”

JOHNSON: ”These two are showing us good stuff in their debuts. I don’t think the other persons face is a concern right now.”

KJE lays on her stomach after rolling over from the impact. Dante gets to his feet and walks over her, looking down for a moment before making his move. He kicks her in the side and then sits down on her back and hooks in a single leg crab. Pulling back with all his might, Dante tries to break her in half. The ref quickly drops down to check with KJE for a submission but she refuses, trying to push herself up with both hands. Moments pass with the hold still in tact and KJE refusing to tap. She then begins to slowly pull herself towards the ropes, one arms reach at a time. Dante realizes it and keeps the move in place, trying to maintain ground but losing it little by little. Finally within reach, KJE grabs the bottom rope and the ref quickly yells for Dante to release the hold. Not letting go at once, Dante keeps the move locked in for a few more seconds before letting go and standing to his feet with frustration in his eyes. He then grabs her by the foot and pulls her away from the ropes. After kicking her a few times, he lifts her to her feet and turns her around. He then applies a dragon sleeper hold while both are standing. Bent backwards, KJE waves her arms in the air before grabbing the locking arm with both hands. She then pushes herself upwards, doing a backflip over Dante’s arm as her head slides out of his grasp. KJE then pushes him from behind and sends him to the ropes. Dante hits the ropes with his stomach and bounces off, taking a few backwards steps. KJE then moves in behind him and grabs his head, dropping down and hitting him with a hard neckbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”The momentum is back in Kaylyn’s favor with that well executed neckbreaker.”

VASSA: ”Back and forth, back and forth… these two are really testing each other!”

KJE gets back up as the crowd goes wild in the theatre. She walks around the ring for a moment, soaking in the sounds. Meanwhile, Dante slowly comes to and starts to push himself up. KJE quickly takes notice and attacks him from behind just as he gets to one knee. Dropping multiple forearms on his back, KJE tries to knock him back down face first but he remains his position. KJE then grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Suddenly, Dante hits her with another eye rake. KJE takes a few steps back, holding her eyes as Dante comes in and kicks her in the gut with force. Dante then pulls KJE’s head and places it between his legs. He then lifts her up into the air for a powerbomb but KJE pushes herself away from him and comes down to her feet right in front of him. She then knees him in the stomach and pulls his head in between her legs, setting him up for a piledriver. KJE goes to lift him up and Dante fights and brings his feet back down to the canvas. KJE gives it another try but just as his feet come off the mat, he forces himself back down. Dante then stands straight up with KJE holding on and flips her up into the air.

VASSA: ”Dante reverses!”

As KJE flies over his head, she flips over and lands on her feet. Dante takes a step forward without knowing that KJE is standing right behind him. With surprise, KJE locks in a full nelson and lifts him into the air before dropping him to the canvas with a full nelson bomb.

JOHNSON: ”The KY BOMB!!!”

VASSA: ”It doesn’t get any better than that!”

Dante’s body falls back onto KJE as she pushes herself away, dropping him to his back on the canvas. She then covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Kaylyn has won it! Out of nowhere, she won it!”

JOHNSON: ”With athleticism she turned it around in the blink of an eye and stole the show!”

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

“Favorite Drug” hits the sound system as KJE jumps to her feet with electricity. The ref raises her arm in the air as the fans cheer her on in appreciation for the great performance.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pin fall, KAYLYN JAMES EEVVAANNSS!!!”

The scene fades in the backstage area as DJ Holt is seen walking through the corridor of the theatre with his beautiful wife.

D. HOLT: ”Tonight is my night to continue the psychotic break. The lunatic is about to break free.”

J. HOLT: ”Just remember babe, that you can’t focus all your energy on injuring your opponents. You should focus on winning the match cleanly.”

D. HOLT: ”Injuring people is the name of the game. If we can’t injure somebody then why are we doing this.”

Jenifer slaps the back of her husband’s head as he instantly begins to rub it,

D. HOLT: ”What the hell was that for?”

J. HOLT: ”You know better than to talk to me like that.

Dustin mumbles under his breath as they continue toward the ring.

UNDERCARD
EQUINOX & MIKE HARRISON
VS.
THE NEW REIGN

JOHNSON: ”It’s time for our first of three scheduled tag team matches!”

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago we witnessed the tag team champions lose in a four team elimination match. That had to light a fire under the asses of the rest of the division.”

JOHNSON: ”It proved to the rest of the division that the champs are not invincible!”

VASSA: ”…And that’s going to make for hungrier competition all the way from the bottom up!”

JOHNSON: ”Equinox, Mike Harrison, Bayne, and Bryce Byson…center stage is all yours. Leave an impression and earn your shot at those straps!”

The production feed cuts from the announce table to Mike Powers who is standing patiently awaiting his cue from the stagehands.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first…Bayne and Bryce Byson…THE NEW REIGN!!”

“Blood” hits on the PA system, as purple strobe lights flicker around the building. When the music picks up at 0:15, Cole Turner slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain. The fans begin to boo uncontrollably, as Cole soaks it all in. He stands at the top of the ramp, adjusts his tie, and hits his knees, stretching his arms out and looking to the Heavens. From behind the curtain, Bayne and Bryce come out, placing one hand apiece on opposite shoulders of Cole. Both men bow their heads, and lift their “Devil horns” into the air with their opposite hands, as pyro explodes all around them. As the pyro subsides, Cole makes his way to his feet, and the three men slowly stroll down the ramp. All three men take the stairs up to the ring. Both brothers enter the ring, as Cole stays on the apron. Cole walks to the middle of the apron, as the brothers stand in the ring, on opposite sides of him. Cole once again spreads his arms, as the brothers lean against the ropes behind him, as the music fades out.

The lights went black, completely black in the theatre ready for this big 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 song begins to come over the PA System as “Duality” is heard over the PA.

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. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces this unknown figure.

POWERS: ”…And their opponents, first…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from St Louis, Missouri…The Charismatic Renegade…EQUINOX!!”

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 new shirt as he let out a bloody scream.

POWERS: ”…And his partner…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds…from Blackpool, England but currently residing in Malibu, California…The Lionheart…MIKE HARRISON!!”

“Beast” by Nico Vega can be heard through the sound system and Harrison emerges from behind the black curtain. Upon seeing Harrison the crowd springs into life with cheers that echo around the arena. He stops and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smile on his face. A few moments pass and Harrison makes his way down the ramp to the ring and taps the hands of fans along the way. When he reaches the ring he stops and stares intently at the ring, a moment later he slides under the bottom rope and runs towards the corner of the ring and springs up onto the top turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd as the drums midway through the song begin to get into motion and Harrison closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat.

JOHNSON: ”Its going to be interesting to see how this odd pairing of Harrison and Equinox team up against the Byson brothers.”

VASSA: ”I know Harrison revealed a tender side of himself by letting the New Reign that Equinox was not just his partner but a friend as well! I hope for their sake they’re not fabricating their bond because nothing is thicker than blood!”

JOHNSON: ”Well the uphill battle is about ready to get underway!”

The opening festivities are out of the way and Equinox stands in the ring paired off with Bryce Byson. Harrison leans over the top rope and whispers some words of encouragement as the ref signals for the opening bell.

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

Bryce charges across the ring and tries to catch Equinox off guard but he quickly steps aside and drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Equinox sprawls over the back of his opponent and locks in a front face lock. Moments after Equinox begins squeezing, Bryce stands and drives Equinox’s back against the ropes. He pushes out of what had become a side headlock and sends Equinox towards the ropes. On the rebound Bryce leapfrogs Equinox and then drops to his back and shoots his legs up looking for a monkey flip. Equinox stops before contact and grabs both of Bryce’s leg before planting him into the canvass with a sit-out wheelbarrow face buster! Bryce bounces off the mat and rolls towards his corner and his brothers outstretched hand as Equinox let out a high pitched scream that stirred the fans in his favor.

JOHNSON: ”A wise tag from Bryce…hopefully his brother Bayne will fair better against Equinox!”

VASSA: ”They’ve got to stay focused and get passed the exterior circus of Equinox. He’s a man just like them. He can be hurt, he will make mistakes…just don’t let him get into your head!”

Bayne steps through the ropes and immediately rushes at Equinox with a lariat attempt. While his opponent pushes forward, Equinox dive under the lariat, grabs the inside of one of Bayne’s thighs and rolls him backwards with a school boy. The ref pauses, caught off guard by the pin attempt before dropping to the mat.

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Bayne kicks out and both roll back to their feet. Equinox throws a wild right hand but Bayne jabs a thumb forward, digging into his opponent’s eye socket! Equinox instinctively reaches up and rubs at his eyes. Bayne plants a boot into Equinox’s midsection and then grabs him with a snapmare headlock. Instead of flipping his opponent over, Bayne jumps and flips over Equinox with an Asai DDT! Bayne drags Equinox back towards his teams corner by an arm and a leg and tags Bryce back in. Bryce climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, crashing down onto Equinox’s stomach with a double foot stomp. As he landed Bayne leaped to the top rope and flew down with a frog splash!

JOHNSON: ”Bayne gets the upper hand thanks to some questionable tactics and now the brothers are taking control of this match.”

VASSA: ”They should have gone for the cover after that Warrior’s Stomp/Frog Splash combo! That could have won the damn match!”

As soon as Bayne steps out of the ring, Bryce tags him back into the match. Bayne steps in and joins his brother as they each grab and arm and back Equinox against the ropes. They whip him across the ring and Bayne steps forward. Bayne lifts Equinox up and drops him down onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop. As he does that, Bryce bounces off the ropes like a torpedo and dropkicks Equinox at the knee, dropping him face down towards the canvass. As he does that, Bayne bounces off of the ropes rolls over Equinox while grabbing him with a reverse chin lock and bridges, exposing Equinox’s chest to another running dropkick from Bryce! Bryce rolls out of the ring as Bayne flips Equinox over onto his back and goes for a pinfall.

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Harrison enters the ring and pulls Bayne off of Equinox by his foot before the count of three.

JOHNSON: ”You thought that other combination was impressive…WOW!”

VASSA: ”I think it may be safe to say that these two are the fastest tag team we have in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”They are like lightning in a bottle!”

Before Bayne could retaliate Harrison finds his way back to his corner. Bayne lifts Equinox up to his feet and whips him into his teams corner. Bayne charges and leaps towards Equinox, leading with both of his knees, and crushes him into the corner. Bryce holds his hand up and gets tagged in. He pulls Equinox from the corner as Bayne steps out onto the ring apron. Bryce lifts Equinox up with a side slam and drives him down onto his knee. He holds him still as Bayne springboards off of the top rope and lands a diving knee to the head of Equinox as Bryce holds him still. Bayne slides out of the ring and emphatically shouts at his brother to cover Equinox. Bryce hooks Equinox’s leg as the ref drops down for the count.

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Harrison again breaks up the pinfall, this time with a well placed boot to the ribs of Bryce Byson.

JOHNSON: ”Another near fall broken up by Mike Harrison!”

VASSA: ”Equinox has to find an opening to tag his partner. All of these quick tags and double team moves from The New Reign is wearing him out!”

Bryce maintains control of Equinox and lifts him up to his feet. He drapes his arm behind his head and gets a nice handful of trunks before lifting him overtop for a suplex. Equinox wiggles free and lands behind Bryce on his feet. He immediately grabs a rear waist lock, forcing Bryce to dart towards the ropes. Bryce hooks his arms into the ropes as Equinox tries to pull him backwards. Equinox rolls backwards and pops back up to his feet just in time to duck a clothesline. Equinox lands a mule kick to the midsection of Bryce as he turns around. Equinox spins, leaps up into the air, grabs Bryce with a front face lock and drives him head first with a jumping DDT! Equinox lays flat on his back after using all of his reserves energy before both begin crawling towards the respective corners.

JOHNSON: ”This is about as good as an opportunity as any for Equinox and Harrison to get back into the match.”

VASSA: ”Or for The New Reign to really burry their opposition.”

Both Equinox and Bryce make it to their corners and dive to their corners to make the tag. Harrison and Bayne step into the ring through the ropes and charge at one another. Harrison steps underneath a wild clothesline and then unloads with a few stiff right hands. Harrison leaps up and whips Bayne back down to the canvass with a hurricanrana. As he returns to his feet Bryce approaches from behind. He turns and wraps his arms around Bryce’s torso before flipping him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. He turns his attention back to Bayne as he crawls to the corner. Harrison whips Bayne across the ring but Bayne reverses and sends Harrison into his own teams corner. Bayne charges but Harrison gets a boot up and curbs all of his momentum. Bayne stumbles back and Harrison hops up onto the the second rope and looks out towards his opponent. Harrison bounces off of the middle rope and catches Bayne with a flying clothesline that grants the perfect opportunity for a pinfall.

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Bryce crashes down with an axe handle smash that breaks up the pin attempt on his brother.

JOHNSON: ”First big save from The New Reign…”

VASSA: ”You could sense the urgency in both of these teams.”

Harrison stands up to his feet and quickly reaches out for a tag. Equinox climbs into the ring and both stands behind Bayne as he rises to his feet. Simultaneously they both throw a low leg kick that lands in the back of Bayne’s knee and drops him down to a kneeling position on the canvass. Harrison and Equinox both bounce off of the ropes and approach Bayne from behind. They each get a hand on the back of Bayne’s head and slam him down with a running face buster! Equinox stands over Bayne as he tries to push up to his feet. He quickly grabs Bayne with a side headlock. Equinox then sweeps Bayne’s leg out and spikes his head into the canvass with a headlock driver. Equinox rolls Bayne over and pulls up one of his legs as the ref slides into proper positioning.

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Bryce once again breaks up the pinfall on his brother, this time with a boot to the back of Equinox’s head.

JOHNSON: ”Wayward Dreams from Equinox! That should have done it…”

VASSA: ”Except for the fact that Bryce Byson wants this match. Look at the determination in his eyes. He’s fired up!”

JOHNSON: ”…And he’s on the verge of pushing the referee to his limits.”

Equinox seems out of it after the boot to the back of the head. He’s on his hands and knees crawling to a neutral corner with his hand stretched out looking for a tag. Bayne begins to stir and immediately notices the confusion. He hops to his feet and grabs Equinox by his foot, dragging him backwards to the corner. He reaches out and tags in Bryce. Before Bryce could get into the ring Equinox had spun around and hopped up to one foot. He twists his body in the air and knocks Bayne out with an Enziguri kick that sends him crashing through the ropes to the ringside floor. Equinox stands to his feet and gets clubbed from behind by Bryce. Bryce lifts Equinox up onto his shoulders with a firemen’s carry. Before he could finish off any moves Equinox slips down his back and stands behind him. Equinox explodes with a Wayward Dreams headlock driver to Bryce that leaves him laying flat on his back near the corner where Mike Harrison is waiting. Equinox tags in Harrison but climbs right up to the top rope. He flies off with The Dark Kingdom swanton bomb and almost immediately after bouncing off of Bryce, Harrison flips through the air with a Star Struck shooting star press! He hooks Bryce’s leg and the ref makes the count.

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Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

JOHNSON: ”And they’ve done it! The unlikely pairing of Equinox and Mike Harrison have defeated the Byson Brothers here tonight in DC!”

VASSA: ”And perhaps moving them a step up the ladder in the process!”

“Beast” by Nico Vega hits the PA system and the ref stands in between Equinox and Mike Harrison, hoisting their arms up into the air as Bayne pulls his brother out of the ring under the bottom ropes.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners…EQUINOX AND MIKE HARRISON!!”

“The Orgasm Titan” Dante can be seen backstage, sitting alone in his dressing room, as his manager Donovan King comes into Dante’s dressing room holding a envelope in hand.

Donovan King: “This was tape on to your dressing room door Dante.”

Dante Mephisto: “Another letter?”

Donovan King: “Well yea Dante, it’s addressed to you, its probably a fan!”

Dante just grins at the sound of that, knowing damn well it wasn’t, as he took it from King, and ripped it open, as he did he began reading it.

Dear Dante,

Incase you don’t believe me that I have your daughter, here’s a lock of her gorgeous blond hair. She’s such a gorgeous little girl, and very delicate, I ‘d hate for something awful to happen to her, so once again listen up, do not involve the police, nor anyone else. Do not tell anyone of this or your daughter shall die, as you can tell I’m not kidding around due to the lock of hair I provided you with. Also there’s a picture attached to this letter on the back so you know this isn’t a fake kidnapping…

Sincerely,

Anonymous.

As Dante reads that, he crumbles the letter up and tosses it into the garbage before walking on out of his dressing room, as he does King walks on over and picks the letter on out of the garbage and begins to unwrinckle it before reading it.

Donovan King: “Oh ##ck…”

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFYER
JAY WILSON VS. DUSTIN JAMES HOLT

The lights in the theatre dim down as the sound of a heartbeat echoes over the sound system. Suddenly, a howl screams, piercing through the sounds of the crowd. “Change” by Deftones begins to play over the theatre as soon as a spotlight shines at the stage, where Jay Wilson stands with his legs spread, head down and clutching his right wrist.

POWERS: ”Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first from Kansas City, Missouri, he weighs in at two hundred two pounds and stands six feet tall. He calls himself “Systematically the Best”, JAY WWIILLSSOONN!!!”

As the crowd stands up and see’s Jay Wilson, he walks forward a few steps then rubs his hands together. Soon Wilson walks methodically 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.

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago Jay Wilson fell short in his debut against Roxi Johnson but he gets to redeem himself tonight with a chance to earn a spot in the Fright Night Warzone.”

The lights inside the theatre dim down, leaving the entire theater pitch black. A voice comes over the sound 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: ”Coming to the ring out of Lakeland, Florida, accompanied by Jennifer Holt, he weighs in at two hundred thirty eight pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Psycho”, DUSTIN HAMES HHOOLLTT!!!”

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: ”There’s just something off with this guy in the head if you ask me.”

VASSA: ”What’s wrong with that?”

JOHNSON: ”Nothing really, at least not for this sport.”

VASSA: ”He made his debut two weeks ago in a fatal four way that ended in his favor. Tonight, he will have the chance to qualify for the Fright Night Warzone.”

JOHNSON: ”With his mentality and skill that he showed two weeks ago, I believe he would be a great addition to add to the mixture that will make up the Warzone.”

The ref checks with Wilson first for the nod and receives it. He then checks with Holt for the nod and receives it. The ref then throws his arm in the air, signaling for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

The two quickly rush each other and collide in the center of the ring. Jay hits Holt with a hard right. Holt fires back with a hard right of his own. Jay swings with another and connects. Holt takes it on the chin and swings back, connecting with a huge punch to Jay’s jaw. Jay then lunges forward but misses as Holy side steps him. Holt then kicks Jay in the stomach and wraps his arms around him before lifting him up and driving him into the canvas with a quick belly to belly suplex. Jay pops up from the mat but gets kicked in the stomach as Holt is right there waiting for him. Holt then throws Jay to the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back, Holt ducks to flip him over but gets caught with a kick to the mouth from Jay. Holts body straightens as his head flings backwards, looking straight to the ceiling. Jay then attacks with a series of punches, backing Holt up to the ropes. With his back to the ropes, Holt blocks every punch thrown his way before pushing Jay a few steps backwards. Holt then steps in and connects with a hard European uppercut. Jay takes a huge step back, fighting to keep his balance. Holt then grans his head and sets him up for a neckbreaker before dropping down to the mat and delivering the move.

JOHNSON: ”This is looking to be a straight up brawl between these two.”

VASSA: ”With a spot on the line for the Warzone match at Fright Night, the object is to win at any means necessary.”

Holt gets to his feet and pulls Jay up as well. Holt positions himself beside Jay and drops him backwards to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. Holt then climbs on top of Jay and begins to throw punches, lefts and rights, one after the other. After connecting with about a dozen, Holt then grabs Jay’s head and delivers a hard headbutt that sends the back of his head slamming into the mat. Holt then rolls Jay over and climbs on his back before locking in a rear naked choke. With the move locked in, Holt applies the pressure as Jay fights and the ref checks in with him for the submission…

VASSA: ”This could end quickly if Jay doesn’t find a way to break loose.”

As the ref checks with him, Jay refuses to tap and continues to fight, trying to break free. His face begins to turn bright red as Holt keeps the pressure applied and the move in tact. Moments pass and still, Jay refuses to submit. Holt takes notice that Jay is moving slower and slower, slowly fading out. He then begins to drive Jay’s face into the canvas over and over before slamming it once last time and releasing the hold. Holt then pushes himself up to his feet and looks down at Jay who is struggling to catch his breath. Holt then runs to the ropes, bounces back and stomps on Jay’s back as he continues running to the opposite ropes. Holt hits those ropes and comes back with speed before delivering a quick drop kick to the side of Jay’s head. Holt then pulls Jay to his feet and gets behind him, locking in a full nelson. With all his strength, Holt lifts Jay from his feet and pulls him up and over, driving his head into the canvas with a full nelson suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Jay Wilson better do something quickly because Dustin is ripping him apart!”

VASSA: ”Last week was just a taste of what Dustin has to offer with that fatal four way. Tonight he’s showing us what he’s capable of in singles competition and he’s doing a damn fine job!”

Holt gets back up and wastes no time as he pulls Jay up to his feet as well. Holt then hits Jay with three hard rights, one after the other and then hits him with a standing drop kick right to the mouth. Wilson stumbles backwards, crashing into the corner, barely holding himself up with the ropes. Holt then runs at him with full speed and crashes into him with a brutal clothesline that sends Jay’s feet flying from the canvas. Holt then lifts him up and places him on the top of the turnbuckle and then ascends himself to the middle rope. He position Jay for a uplex and then lifts him into the air, falling backwards and drops him to the canvas with a superplex.

THUD!!!

Holt jumps to his feet and runs back to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. He then looks over the crowd for a moment and leaps from the top rope, coming down on Jay with high vertical frog splash, taking a little damage himself from the impact. Holt rolls across the ring, slowly getting to his feet, holding his stomach in pain. Finding a fresh breath of energy, Jay slowly gets to his feet. Holt recognizes and moves in but before he gets near him, Jay lunges forward with quickness. Holt counters and lifts him up in the air, spins around and drives him into the canvas with a spinebuster. As Jay lays in the center of the ring, Holt gets to his feet and backs into the corner, keeping his eyes locked in on Jay.

VASSA: ”For a second there I thought Jay was going to make a comeback but that spinebuster looks to have put him back in his place.”

JOHNSON: ”I’ve done my research on Dustin and if I am right about what I believe is coming next, then this one might as well be over with.”

Holt continues to wait in the corner, stalking Jay as he slowly gets to his feet. Once to his feet, Jay slowly turns around to face Dustin and gets laid out with a full speed spear in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Highway 98! I knew it was coming!”

VASSA: ”He knocked Jay out of his boots and nearly snapped his neck with the whiplash!”

Holt then climbs over Jay and holds his shoulders to the canvas with his hands as the ref drops down for the count…

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one is in the books!”

Dustin slowly climbs to his feet as “Make Things Right” begins to play over the theatre and the ref raises his arm in the air.

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

Jennifer Holt then rolls into the ring and embraces Dustin as the ref continues to hold his arm in the air. Dustin pulls it away and wraps his arms around Jennifer as he looks down at Wilson with an evil smirk on his face.

JOHNSON: ”Dustin James Holt has qualified for the Fright Night Warzone match!”

VASSA: ”He made it look easy too. He completely picked Jay apart, piece by piece.”

JOHNSON: ”So far since stepping foot in 4CW, Dustin has been impressive every step of the way. He’ll get his chance to prove himself with the best 4CW has to offer in October.”

VASSA: ”Dustin James Holt is the first to qualify and we’ll see the other three later tonight in the first half of qualifying matches.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage folks as we clear the ring and prepare for our next match up!”

The scene opens as Jessica Black sitting around the locker room in a fold-up chair, enjoying a cold one while staring into a monitor watching how the rest of the show is unfolding. Jessica is certainly colored-impressed with some of the talent that she had seen in action, but she definitely looking more forward to eventually facing them in the ring. No matter if it was an Open Challenge or no Open Challenge, she wanted still face the best competition that 4CW had to offer her; Although she did however had to shake her head at some of the other competition there as well.

JESSICA BLACK: ”God, some of these people are jokes! It all makes sense to me, now. No wonder nobody wants to answer my challenge. Because I would’ve taken these jokers down so easy that it would’ve been embarrassing for all of us!”

Suddenly, she hears the Locker Room door swing wide open.

*SWOOOOOOOOOOSH*

ALEC: ”After you my Lady…”

JACINTA: ”Hooolllaaa!”

The surprise appearance of Jacinta Perez & Alec Quartermain is unexpectedly a welcomed one, as the Warner Theatre is trying to blow the roof off the place.

JESSICA BLACK: ”Oh lookie here! You got a reason for coming in here? I see. Well, if this is what I think it is then you just made me a happy woman. Let’s do it!”

Jessica Black quickly tosses her beer can to the floor as she gets in a fighting stance, but “The Loud Mouth Vixen” simply just sashays her way towards her while carrying papers in her hand. Meanwhile Alec is standing by the door way keeping a eye out for 4CW Security.

JACINTA: ”Hold Up, Damn! I didn’t come here to fight you Jessy…”

JESSICA BLACK: ”Then what the hell do you want? Also ‘Jessy?'”

JACINTA: ”Awww… You’re actually slower than I thought you would be Honey, so I’m just going to do us all a favor and just tell you what it is that I want…”

JESSICA BLACK: ”You’re uh…you’re kind of in my personal space, sweetie. So unless you wanna make out, maybe instead you want to stop playing with my hair and back away before I knock you on your ass?

ALEC: ”What did you say to her?”

The aggressive tone of Jessica’s voice immediately triggers Alec’s defense senses as he is ready to pounce on her, but Jacinta calms down “The Glasgow Hooligan” before he strikes.

JESSICA BLACK: ”Oh, I get it. Big and dumb. I said ‘knock you on your ass.’ Get me, buddy, or do I need to find a stepladder and bitchslap some smarts into you?”

JACINTA: ”Easy Big Boy… So I guess that means the party is over hunh? Well all I really needed from you Jessy was your signature because I’m the one who’s accpeting that Open Challenge, so I wouldn’t be too much in a hurry to Echar Leña Al Fuego!”

JESSICA BLACK: ”Oh, now we’re speaking Spanish? Okay. I can do that too. Su madre era un hámster y su padre olía a bayas de saúco.That the contract?”

Jacinta proceeds to hand over the papers to Jessica, who eagerly accepts it while waiting for Jacinta to hand her a pen.

JACINTA: ”Pen?”

JESSICA BLACK: ”Doy! Can’t sign this sumbitch otherwise. There, you happy?”

JACINTA: ”Very…”

JESSICA BLACK: ”Great! So now you can leave…”

Jacinta smiles while beginning to struct her way out of the room until she gets half way out of the door & pauses in mid-motion.

JACINTA: ”Oh Yeah… There was one more thing I had to tell you Jessy.”

Jessica Black looks to be even more irritated by Jacinta’s trolling as she approaches her from the door way.

JESSICA BLACK: ”And what is that, chica?”

Jacinta then leans a bit closer into Jessica’s face while getting into her ear.

JACINTA: ”Your ass belongs to me HOE!”

Jacinta jumps things off by mushing Jessica’s face with her palm as Jessica trips backwards, but Black doesn’t hesitate in a physical response as she starts running right after Jacinta but Alec Quartermain is there in time to block her off as Jessica can’t help but chuckle.

JESSICA BLACK: ”Wow! Okay… Finally, someone with some balls! It’s On, It’s So On!”

JACINTA: ”Smooches…”

“Stepped on my J’z” is playing throughout the theatre as The Coach is already standing inside the ring. He as a gigantic smile on his face while the crowd is going crazy.

THE COACH: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am The Coach. Now normally, I am out here with Adam Grant and Aiden Scott. Well, tonight I wanted to introduce you all to the newest member of my All Star team. She is a real close family friend of mine. Please welcome Sydney Hollister.”

“You Sound Good To Me” strikes up as Sydney Hollister comes bouncing out from behind the curtain. She waves toward the crowd before sliding into the ring. She hugs The Coach while her song quietly dies down. The Coach hands her the microphone then steps out of the way.

HOLLISTER: ”What up 4CW? I am so excited about being in this company. I look forward to working with Adam Grant and Aiden Scott from this moment on. I am only a tag team partner. Just remember, I hold all of the cards and that means I will win with the Royal Flush. The Queen of Cards has finally arrived.”

“Stepped On My J’z” strikes back up as Sydney tosses the microphone back to the ring tech and poses on the top turnbuckle. The cameras slowly fade into the backstage area.

Cameras cut to backstage where Gabriel Hartman has caught himself a guest at his side, none other than Jair Hopkins, who was sporting a semi-confident smile as he prepared himself for battle coming up. Hartman wasting no time, got down to business.

HARTMAN: “I’m here with the uprising star in 4CW, Jair Hopkins. At the seventh Adrenaline, many witnessed one hell of a duel between you and the 4CW South West Champion in Jason Kash. With the pressure on, how do you feel going into tonight’s qualifier?”

Hopkins took a moment to think it all through before answering as he rubbed his chin.

HOPKINS: “You know, I went from zero to hero in a few minutes. I didn’t have much of a chance before that match and after all had happened, it was a crazy scene. People went insane. Now look, expectations flyin’ all over the damn place. Hopkins gonna be this … Hopkins gonna do that … I’m going into this battle with a clear mindset and focus. Jason Sanity is quite the guy and his potential is clearly on a sweet, sweet rise. He got a great win in his debut the last time out.”

Hartman nodded his head following along.

HOPKINS: ”He’s going to have a great career here as he’s just starting out in 4CW. Tonight we’re going to do our best to steal the show. After being and traveling all that DC has to offer, it’s only fair I put on a show. Times and opportunities like this, you have to jump on it and capitalize.”

HARTMAN: ”Right on! Speaking of “jumping on opportunities”, over the past few days leading up to this battle, the phrase continued to come from not only Jason Sanity but the likes of others on the street. Can Hopkins prove to be better than he was on his last outing? Can he continue to deliver epic showdowns on every down or is he just a ‘one and out’ guy?”

HOPKINS: “You know, I’ve heard Sanity speak on it and ask me if I can continue to up the ante after last week or if it was just a one-deal thing. As I said, Jason Cashe brings the best out of everyone. He’s the champ, you have to be on your A-game. This War Zone qualifier with Sanity, you can expect the same. I know it’s a little hard to believe with the track record I have but I’m going to go out there and deliver something that I’m sure folks will be talking about after the show and in the morning.”

Hopkins shrugs his shoulder a bit.

HOPKINS: ”If I fall hard on my ass and Sanity puts me out, then well I deserve it. I failed to capitalize and obviously the question of if I could repeat the performance of last time will stand as false. Again, Sanity is a new face and to take on someone who just had one match thus far, it’s difficult to read. Sanity has that going for him, because he can clearly look at my past and see that I’m on one rocky ass roller coaster. One week I’m up, then there’s like three weeks that I’m down in the gutter before I come back up.”

HARTMAN: ”Well Hopkins, may tonight be the night you stay on an even-leveled path. You have the huge support behind you going into this match-up. I wish you the best of luck.”

Hopkins smiles, nodding his head.

HOPKINS: ”Thanks man, appreciate it!”

Hopkins walks on off as Gabriel Hartman looks into the camera.

HARTMAN: ”Swinging the focus back to you!”

Hartman steps out as the camera cuts back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFYER
JESSICA ROBERTSON VS. STEFAN RAAB

“Immortal” by Adema begins to play over the sound system as Jessica walks out, psyching herself up.

POWERS: ”Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first out of Lav Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred twenty one pounds and standing five feet, five inches tall, “Harmony” JESSICA RROOBBEERRTTSSOONN!!!”

She jumps up and down a few times, then heads down the ramp. She stops, hyping herself up again before sliding into the ring and posing in the corner. She hops off the turnbuckle and waits for her opponent to make an entrance.

VASSA: ”Jessica Robertson is looking to make am name for herself in 4CW and she has the chance to with a qualifying match for the Fright Night Warzone!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s going to have her work cut out for her tonight though.”

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Stefan Raab comes out through the curtain.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “The Killerplauze” and “The Masked German Monster”, STEFAN RRAAAABB!!!”

Raab stands at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring, ignoring the fans in attendance. He then slowly proceeds towards the ring. Still ignoring the fans, he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: ”We’ve seen Raab transform right before our very eyes since he stepped foot here. Now, we have a masked lunatic on the rampage.”

VASSA: ”I don’t even know what to think is running through his head after The House turned it’s back on him.”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll see shortly because this match will get him closer to the top of The House food chain if Cashe can retain the title leading into Fright Night.”

The ref checks with each corner, receiving a nod from the wrestlers before he raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

Wasting no time, Raab rushes towards Jessica who continues to stand in her corner. Raab draws back for a powerful swing but Jessica catches him with a slap to the chest, stopping him in his tracks. Jessica then fires with an open hand slap and connects with his chest again, sending a sound cutting through the crowd. She then kicks Raab in the stomach and goes to lift him up for a vertical suplex. Using his size to his advantage, Raab keeps his feet on the ground and then lifts Jessica into the air and drops her in the center of the ring with a vertical suplex. Raab then rolls onto Jessica and begins to hit her with repeated headbutts, slamming her head into the canvas. She then reaches up and digs her fingers into his eyes, forcing Raab to roll off of her. Jessica then pops up to her feet and kicks Raab in the ribs a few times before he can get back to his feet. Jessica moves in on Raab and attacks with a series of punches. Raab fends them off and then traps both of her arms and flips her over to the mat with a double arm suplex.

VASSA: ”Jessica is feisty but Raab just has the size advantage and counters whatever she throws at him.”

JOHNSON: ”With everything that has happened to Raab as of late, I’d hate to be standing in his way as he seeks revenge on the ones who turned their backs on him.”

As Raab climbs to his feet, Jessica does as well. She runs at him and ducks a clothesline that Raab swings for the fences with. Jessica hits the ropes and comes back with a drop kick to Raab’s knee, knocking him down to one. She then quickly gets back to her feet and runs to the ropes again. As Raab stands on one knee, Jessica comes back and tackles him to the canvas. She then mounts herself on top of him and attacks with quick punches. After connecting with a few to the head, Jessica changes up and attacks the body. She then draws back and connects with a hard punch as she drives her fist into Raab’s jaw. Jessica then pops up to her feet and runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. She waits patiently as Raab slowly gets to his feet. Once he does, she leaps from the top rope with a flying cross body. Raab catches her in mid aid and slams her down on his knee with a huge backbreaker that bends her in half.

JOHNSON: ”Raab with another counter!”

VASSA: ”Jessica is trying to win this match with speed but once Raab gets his hands on her, there’s not really much she can do.”

Raab stands up and grabs a handful of Jessica’s hair, lifting her off the canvas and up to her feet. He then throws her to the corner with all of his strength. Jessica slams into the corner, back first, with impact as her feet shoot off the mat. Just as her feet come back to the mat, Raab is right there to hit her with a running clothesline that nearly decapitates her. Raab then grabs her hair with both hands and lifts her feet off the mat and throws her half way across the ring, crashing to the canvas. Raab moves in quickly and climbs on top of Jessica’s upperbody and begins to deliver hard knees to her head, After three, the pushes down on her, driving his hands into her shoulders, pushing himself to his feet. Raab then grabs her by the arm and pulls her to her feet. Positioning himself behind her, Raab hooks her in a half nelson and then suplexes her up and over, driving her head into the mat. Jessica’s body rolls, limp, as Raab quickly crawls to her, rolling her over to her back and covering for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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JOHNSON: ”AHH, THAT WAS CLOSE!!!”

VASSA: ”Jessica somehow managed to kick out at the last second before the ref made contact with the mat. I don’t know how she did it!”

Raab climbs to his feet, surprised from the kickout. He looks at the ref for a moment and then turns his attention back to Jessica. He pulls her up by the hair and throws her to the ropes. When she comes back, Raab lifts her up and over with a release belly to belly suplex that flips her to the canvas, back first. Raab then gets up and runs to the ropes, he bounces back and drops a knee across Jessica’s head. Wasting no time, Raab pulls her back to her feet. Finding a second wind, Jessica swats his arms away and then slaps his across the chest, knocking him back a step. Jessica then fires with another slap that knocks him back two steps. Gaining momentum, Jessica swings forward with an open palm but gets stopped in her place as Raab reaches out and wraps his arms around her throat. Jessica grabs his hand with both of hers and tries to pull herself away but fails. Raab then pulls her in closer and lifts her into the air. He holds her up for a moment before dropping her to the canvas with a forceful chokeslam powerbomb.

JOHNSON: ”THE RAABINATOR!!!”

VASSA: ”If she gets up from this then I will be impressed!”

Raab then crawls on top of Jessica for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one is in the books! Better luck next time, sweetie!”

JOHNSON: ”Raab will be advancing to the Fright Night Warzone as he’s qualified with an impressive victory here tonight.”

Raab climbs to his feet as “Monster” begins to play over the sound system. The ref raises his arm in the air as the bell sounds…

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

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… STEFAN RRAAAABB!!!”

Raab jerks his arm away from the ref as he paces around the ring, looking down at Jessica who is motionless at his feet.

JOHNSON: ”Ever since The House of Howe turned its back to Raab, he’s been on a war path and tonight, he may have guaranteed a shot at Cashe in the ring if he can retain the championship and qualify himself.”

VASSA: ”Worry has to be running through Cashe’s mind right now as the possibility of meeting Raab in the ring, who seeks vengeance, has become a reality.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage while the ring is cleared folks. Hang on tight!”

Adam Grant and Aiden Scott are playing basketball somewhere in the backstage area as Amy and Felecia are busy cheering for them both.

SIMMONS: ”Go Adam!”

DARLING: ”Go Aiden!”

Adam and Aiden continue to play until the sound of a whistle stops them dead in their tracks. Adam turns his head as Aiden looks over his shoulder. The Coach walks into the picture with a beautiful girl.

GRANT: ”What’s up Coach?”

SCOTT: ”Yeah Coach, who is the girl?”

THE COACH: ”Guys, I like you to meet Sydney Hollister. She is the third and final member of the All Stars team.”

GRANT: ”She doesn’t look like a basketball player Coach.”

THE COACH: ”I promised her father that I would take care of her. She doesn’t know much about her past. I know she doesn’t fit the basketball mold but she is a star in the making. She will give us that speed factor that we have been missing.”

The group welcomes Sydney with open arms. She smiles as Aiden and Adam look confused. She pats them shoulder before finally saying.

HOLLISTER: ”We are now a full house. The Queen of Cards is here to keep everyone off balance with my unorthodox approach. It will be a royal flush guaranteed.”

The guys chuckle along with Sydney as the scene fades to black.

UNDERCARD
NICOLE STARR VS. ALEC QUARTERMAIN

As the scene cuts back to ringside, Nicole Starr awaits inside of the ring.

VASSA: ”This chick isn’t even signed with 4CW but finds herself in a match tonight with Alec Quartermain over a Twitter exchange of words.”

JOHNSON: ”Anyone can be a bad S.O.B. behind a keyboard and she’ll get her chance to back up those words momentarily.”

The beginning of “Money A Do It” begins to play over the theatre, building anticipation, as Alec Quartermain emerges to a wave of boos.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred ninety pounds and stands six feet, ten inches tall. Accompanied to the ring by “The Main Attraction” “Young” Mannie Romero and Jacinta Perez, he is “The Glasgow Hooligan”, ALEC QQUUAARRTTEERRMMAAIINN!!!”

Lead to the ring by “Young” Mannie and Jacinta Perez, Quarterman slowly walks down the ramp, intimidating the crowd with snarls and growls. Alongside him, “Young” Mannie, wearing his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit is soaking in the hate, meanwhile Jacinta creates a mini guard of honor for Alec as he marches up the steps into the ring. Alec then slips into a ‘Eye of the Storm’ type of slumber, while waiting for the opening bell.

VASSA: ”I don’t know exactly what Nicole said to spark this battle with Alec but she is in for one hell of a night.”

JOHNSON: ”He is over double her size! This can’t end pretty for her what so ever.”

The ref checks with Nicole to see if she’s ready. Hesitant to nod, she looks over the theatre for an escape route but notices Jacinta and Mannie on the outside of her corner, waiting for her to make a move. She slowly nods to the ref as fear takes over her body. The ref then checks with Alec who just laughs before nodding. The ref then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell, Alec walks to the center of the ring. Nicole remains in her corner, looking across at him, hesitant to make a move. Alec stands in the center, looking at Nicole with cockiness. He waves for her to approach him but she doesn’t, instead, she looks to the outside again where Mannie and Jacinta and still standing in her corner, waiting for her to make a run for it.

JOHNSON: ”I think Nicole is finally starting to realize that she has bitten off more than she can chew.”

VASSA: ”She keeps looking to the outside as if searching for an escape route. Mannie and Jacinta are standing nearby like a vultures. She’s just going to have to step up and follow through with the big talk she was doing online.”

Suddenly, Alec rushes towards Nicole. He swings with a powerful lariat but misses as Nicole ducks and sidesteps out of the way. Alec’c forearm slams down in the top of the turnbuckle, shaking the entire ring from the impact. She quickly turns around to look at Nicole who is on the other side of the ring in the opposite corner now. On the outside, Mannie and Jacinta split apart and flank Nicole, following her to the other side of the ring. Alec slowly walks to the center of the ring again, and taunts Nicole who just looks back at him with fear in her eyes. He waves for her to approach, step to him in the center of the ring but she refuses. Growing impatient, Alec rushes her in the corner again. As Alec gets closer, Nicole steps to the side and takes two steps to escape. Alec grabs her by the arm and pulls her backwards, nearly ripping her are out of socket. He turns her around and wraps his arms around her and lifts her into the air, squeezing with a powerful bearhug.

VASSA: ”It might be over now! She’s less than half his size and the only advantage she had in her favor was quickness and separation. That’s out the window now…”

JOHNSON: ”In a close quarters contest, she doesn’t stand a chance with the brute strength that Alec possesses.”

Alec continues to crank down with the bearhug, squeezing the life out of Nicole. He walks towards the center of the ring with her still in his grasp. He then flips her over his head with a belly to belly suplex that sends her flying across the ring. Nicole slams back first to the canvas and rolls across the ring. Meanwhile, Mannie and Jacinta follow to keep her trapped inside of the ring. Alec wastes no time once up to his feet and moves in on Nicole as she’s down. Her head hangs over the apron to the outside, as her body rests underneath the bottom rope. Alec kicks her a few times but the ref pulls him away due to her being in the ropes. Alec then climbs over the top rope and onto the apron. He hops down to the floor and stands on the outside, looking at Nicole’s head, hanging there. Out of nowhere, Alec takes two huge steps and jumps into the air. He connects with a dropkick to Nicole’s head as he lands on the apron.

JOHNSON: ”Now Alec may be a big boy but he just showed us a sample of his athleticism. Not too many people his size are moving like that!”

VASSA: ”He just soared from the floor to the apron while connecting with a dropkick. This man is a monster.”

Nicole rolls to the inside of the ring as Alec slowly pulls himself up with the ropes. He climbs over the top rope to enter the ring and makes his way towards Nicole. Taking notice, Nicole struggles to get to her feet and manages to do so before Alec gets within arms reach. She quickly runs to the ropes but stops as she notices Mannie standing there, looking back at her. She turns to the adjacent rope and takes a step forward but quickly stops as Jacinta walks into the picture, yelling for her to exit the ring. Stutter stepping back and forth, Nicole quickly turns around and darts for the opposite ropes but gets stopped as Alec greets her and wraps his hand around her throat.

VASSA: ”THIS CAN’T BE GOOD!!!”

Alec then pulls her in closer and lifts her into the air with a gorilla press. He holds her above his head and walks around the ring for a moment before dropping her in front of him and driving his shoulder into her stomach, spearing her to the canvas with raw power.

JOHNSON: ”OH SWEET JESUS!!!”

Alec remains on top of Nicole as he looks down at her face and grunts loudly before the ref drops down for the count…

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s all she wrote! This one is over in the blink of an eye!”

VASSA: ”I’ll be honest with you. I expected more from Nicole Starr in this match but when the opponent is over double your size, the odds are never in your favor.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not always about size…”

VASSA: ”I’m sure you hear that a lot!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s true. Size can be an advantage but tonight, she was just intimidated and overpowered from the sound of the bell.”

Alec slowly climbs to his feet as the ref grabs his arm and raises it in the air.

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

As the bell sounds, “Money A Do It” begins to play over the sound system. Mannie and Jacinta both climb into the ring, pushing the ref out of the way, and each grab one of Alec’s arms. Then all three raises their arms in the air…

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall, ALEC QQUUAARRTTEERRMMAAIINN!!!”

The three then look down at Nicole who is motionless, lying in the center of the ring. They taunt her together as the music continues to play.

VASSA: ”Let this be a lesson folks. If you’re going to talk trash on the internet, you better be able to back it up in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”You said it!”

VASSA: ”Someone get out here and clean this mess up! We have more matches on the schedule and this chick is slowing down the show!”

UNDERCARD
LAW AND DISORDER
VS.
AMERICAN PSYCHOS

JOHNSON: ”Tonight we’ve already seen a debuting team in Equinox and Mike Harrison defeat The New Reign. Could history repeat itself with another debuting tag team?”

VASSA: ”It could, but I don’t think it will. The American Psychos beat the tag team champions just two weeks ago. They have to be the front runners to challenge the champs next.”

JOHNSON: ”But if they lose tonight to Travis Black and Raven then what?”

VASSA: ”Pure anarchy?”

JOHNSON: ”I guess only time will tell. And lets not forget the champs are still in action later tonight!”

Mike Powers receives his cue and begins flicking the switches in his DJ booth.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match…”

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: ”Introducing first, Jai Knightly…Jax Waverly…AMERICAN PSYCHOS!!”

Sexy swinging 70’s sounds courtesy of Nintendo pipe through the speakers. Much to Raven’s annoyance, it’s the theme song of ‘Law and Disorder’ as well as the theme to ‘Starsky and Hutch’ and though she feels it undermines her seriousness, Travis thinks it’s too badass a song to let history strangle. Both their feelings about this are reflected in the entrance, with Travis happily marching out the curtains dangling zebra far handcuffs off his finger while Raven appears with her arms folded looking rather cross.

POWERS: ”And their opponents, the team of Raven and Travis Black… LAWWWWW AND DISORRRRDERRRRR!

Travis turns to Raven and offers her a fist bump with the smile to end a million arguments. Raven tries her best to stay frustrated but she cracks under the pressure. She bumps fists with ‘The Party Crasher’ before breaking out into synchronized sprints to the ring. They slide underneath the bottom rope into the ring and scale opposite corners. Travis dangles his handcuffs for all to see while Raven pulls out the telescopic baton she hopes to use later on.

JOHNSON: ”Looks like we’re going to start this match off with Travis Black and Jai Knightley.”

VASSA: ”Going to be interesting to see how Black rebounds from his first 4CW loss…”

The ref signals for the opening bell and calls for both men to move to the middle of the ring and get the match underway.

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

Travis Black and Jai Knightly meet in the center of the ring and lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for position, neither man wanting to give an inch. Jai uses his twenty-seven pound weight difference to muscle Travis back into the corner. With no clear advantage from there the ref moves in and calls for a clean break. Travis holds his arms up as Jai slowly steps away. Just as the ref moves out of the way Jai hits Travis with a hard right hand. He pushes his weight against Travis and drives his knee repetitively into his midsection before whipping him across the ring. Travis hits the turnbuckles and is instantly sandwiched into the corner by a running corner splash! Jai pulls Travis out of the corner and drives him down to the canvass with a reverse DDT. Jai takes a quick step to his corner and tags in Jax.

JOHNSON: ”Quick tags are always a sign of a good tag team.”

VASSA: ”It sets the pace and keeps the momentum in your corner…keeping that fresh guy in the ring at all times is key!”

Jax storms the ring and immediately moves towards the opposing corner. Travis crawled to the corner and pulled himself up to his feet. Jax charges and crushes him with a corner clothesline. Jax transitions the clothesline into a side headlock and drives Travis down with a running bulldog! Jax stalks Travis as he moves towards the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet. Jax launches himself at Travis with a spinning forearm smash but Travis ducks underneath it. He kicks Jax in the gut and scoops him up before slamming him down to the ground. Travis steps over Jax and begins heading towards his corner but Jax trips him up by hooking his leg. Travis stumbles and spins around, this time Jax connects with the spinning forearm smash! Before continuing and offense Jax tags Jai back into the match. As Jai steps into the ring Jax grabs Travis and pulls him closer to the American Psychos corner. Jax lifts Travis up with a side slam and turns it into a back breaker across his knee. He holds him still as Jai flies off of the top rope and hits a diving leg drop across the exposed head and neck of Travis Black! Jai hooks a leg and goes for the cover.

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JOHNSON: ”A perfect combination back breaker leg drop.”

VASSA: ”Not enough to win it though. Travis Black kicked out with ease.”

Jai lifts Travis up to his feet and whips him across the ring. Travis rebounds off of the ropes and into a sleeper hold from Jai Knightly! Jai squeezes his grasp around his head as the ref checks to make sure the submission hold is not an illegal chokehold. Travis begins to wear out and drops down to one knee. Jai wraps his legs around Travis’ midsection and falls backwards onto the canvass. The ref keeps close, looking for signs of him being out of it. The ref grabs Travis by the wrist and holds his arm up. He lets go and Travis’ hand hits the canvass.

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JOHNSON: ”Just the break that these two could use…”

VASSA: ”He fought through the sleeper hold, lets see if the momentum could rally Raven into pushing forward for her team!”

Jai steps forward into a huge open palm slap from Raven. Jai looks as if he’s ready to explode and goes for a clothesline that she ducks under. Once Jai passes, Raven hits a chop block and takes him down to the canvass. She grabs Jai by the leg and drags him to the ropes. She places his ankle on the bottom rope before bouncing herself off of the bottom rope and crashing down to a seated position on Jai’s knee. Raven receives a tongue lashing from the official but forgoes his warning and bounces off of the ropes again, dropping down onto his knee. He inches away from the ropes while clutching at his leg. She flips him over onto his stomach and steps on the back of his knee. She pulls up and then stomps down, forcing Jai’s knee onto the canvass! Jai rolls onto his back, but Raven quickly traps his arm with her leg, flips him back onto his gut and grabs his injured leg, securing the tequila sunrise submission hold! Jai reaches with his free arm towards the ropes but is out of reach. Raven pulls back further and puts more of her weight across his upper back, making it harder for him to scoot towards the ropes. Jax climbs into the ring, sensing his partner was in a bad spot and knocks Raven off with a stiff shoulder block!

JOHNSON: ”Jax Waverly may have just saved the American Psychos the match!”

VASSA: ”And in doing so, knocked Raven into next week with a shoulder tackle that would have some of the biggest linebackers in the NFL watching in awe!”

Travis climbs into the ring and jumps onto Jax for his assault on Raven. Travis backs Jax into the corner with some hard right hands. He grabs Jax by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Jax reverses it and sends Travis into the corner. He charges Travis but Travis gets a boot up in time. Jax stumbles backwards and Travis boosts himself up onto the second rope. He leaps off with a dropkick that knocks Jax down to the canvass and out of the ring! Travis steps back out as the ref tries to regain some order. Both Jai and Raven push up to their feet together. They turn and Raven instantly rolls up Jai with an inside cradle. The ref is distracted while getting Travis into the corner but eventually slides into a position to make the count.

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JOHNSON: ”I think Raven would have had it won if the Refs hands weren’t full!”

VASSA: ”Travis Black may have unintentionally just cost his team their chance to win!”

Travis runs his hand through his hair and sighs before reaching out towards Raven for a tag. She pops up to her feet but before she could tag in her partner Knightly tugs her back to the center of the ring by her shorts and drives a forearm into her lower back. He spins her around and throws her to the ropes. On the rebound he lifts her up and drives her back first with a Samoan drop! Knightly moves over to his corner and tags in Waverly. Knightly returns his focus to Raven as she pulls herself up to her feet. Knightly squats down and hoists Raven up for an electric chair drop. Waverly runs passed Knightly and times it right, hitting a neckbreaker on Raven as Knightly hits and electric chair drop! Knightly slides out of the ring and Waverly goes for the cover…

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JOHNSON: ”I thought that was it Vinny! What perseverance from Raven!”

VASSA: ”Travis Black has to feel like shit right now! Distracted the ref while Raven had an easy three count and now she’s in there taking a beating!”

Waverly glares at the ref before dragging Raven up to her feet by her hair. He tosses her aside into a neutral corner and begins thrusting his shoulder into her midsection, over and over again. Waverly pulls Raven out of the corner and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. While dangling upside down, Raven knees Waverly in the head, forcing him to put her back down. She the turns the tide and hits a suplex on Waverly! Waverly pops up to a seated position and instantly hit with a running Dropkick to the side of the head. Raven finally dives towards her corner and tags in Travis! He barrels into the ring and the two take Waverly down with a double clothesline. Knightly climbs into the ring and before he could straighten himself upright Raven and Black hit a tandem drop kick that knocks him back out of the ring!

JOHNSON: ”Knightly might be out of commission! This could be ther opportunity to end it!”

VASSA: ”This would have to constitute as the second upset in as many tag matches tonight right?”

JOHNSON: ”I say so…”

Travis’ eyes light up and he backs himself up into a corner, grabbing the top ropes and leaning forward. Waverly staggers to his feet and Raven spins him arm while forcing his arms to cross like a straight jacket. She tries her best to hold him still in the center of the ring while behind him. Travis charges and hits a flying knee on Waverly as Raven jumps up and drops back with a lungblower! Raven moves to the ropes nearest Knightly and watches him with a close eye as Travis goes for the cover.

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JOHNSON: ”Police Brutality for the win!”

VASSA: ”What a heartbreaker for the American Psychos. You go from defeating the tag team champs to losing to a brand new tag team!”

The Starsky and Hutch theme music by Nintendo takes over the PA system much to the delight of the live audience while the referee raises Travis’ arm as Raven jumps into his free arm.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners…Travis Black and Raven…LAW AND DISORDER!!”

The following is an interview conducted earlier in the day by Gabriel Hartman when he sat down with 4CW newcomer Jason Sanity.

The scene shows Hartman and Sanity sitting across from one another, with a table between them and a couple of glasses of water sitting on the table. Sanity is wearing a pair of dark jeans and a swamp green hooded sweatshirt with the letters ‘JS’ written on the chest in bold red. Hartman sports a rather bland pair of khaki pants and a red golf t-shirt with the 4CW logo on the left breast.

Interview begins.

HARTMAN: ”Jason, this week you’ve got an opportunity to earn a spot in the Warzone match in October, where you’ll have a chance at becoming 4CW’s Heavyweight champion. Your thoughts on this opportunity?”

SANITY: “What can I say, Gabriel? It’s a chance for me to prove right off the bat what I’m capable of. I’ve got one match under my belt, and with a win tonight, I could put myself in a prime position to take home the biggest prize in our company. And all I’ve gotta do is go through Jair Hopkins to do it.”

HARTMAN: ”You spoke of your lack of match experience in 4CW. Do you think your lack of experience puts you at a disadvantage against Hopkins?”

SANITY: “I don’t see how it would. Fact is, experience means very little once you step in that ring. Travis Black had experience on his side against me, and look at the result. Besides, Hopkins may have more match experience here in 4CW than me, but he’s also got more experience at failing when it matters.”

HARTMAN: ”You’re referring to him failing to capture the Extreme Television title.”

SANITY: “I am. Because the fact of the matter is, losses like that stick to you like a bad case of body odor. It’s very difficult to shake the images of losing out of your mind. If things start to go downhill for Hopkins in our match, his first instinct will be to remember what happened the last time a title was potentially on the line. And that could cost him.”

HARTMAN: ”You mentioned all week that you think Hopkins isn’t being completely truthful with himself or his fans. Do you truly believe that, or was that gamesmanship?”

SANITY: “You tell me. Have you looked into his eyes since he was told he’d been booked in a match against me? His words tell one story, but the look of fear, the look of uncertainty in his eyes tell another. Hopkins is in denial. Like I said, his confidence is like a house of cards. One small breeze and it all crumbles to the ground. Hopkins’ reputation is on the line, and he knows it.”

HARTMAN: ”He could say the same about you. If you lose, you’ll also have blown an opportunity at the Heavyweight championship.”

SANITY: “You’re right. But here’s the thing. If I lose, it’ll be strike one. That’s it. That will be my sole blemish on my record. But if he loses tonight, it’s like him swinging and missing three times. Strike three and he’s out. Do you really think he’ll be earning any more title shots if he keeps pissing them away? I certainly don’t.”

HARTMAN: ”Do you think he’s underestimated you at all, like Travis Black did?”

SANITY: “You’d have to ask him that question. All I know is this. For the past couple of weeks, Hopkins has been addressing me, but his focus seems to be on Jason Cashe’s little drama. To me, it suggests Hopkins is looking ahead to Cashe and ignoring the man standing in his way to get to Cashe. If that’s the case, then he’s in for a rude awakening tonight.”

Interview ends.

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFYER
JASON SANITY VS. JAIR HOPKINS

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: ”Introducing to the ring from 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.

JOHNSON: ”Jason Sanity made an impressive debut two weeks ago with a win over Travis Black. Tonight, he gets chance to earn a spot in the Fright Night Warzone!”

VASSA: ”I was surprised with that debut but it was impressive to say the least.”

“Ready or Not” begins to play over the theatre as Hopkins casually makes his way out from the back at a rhythmic 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: ”Coming to the ring from the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he weighs in at two hundred eight pounds and stands five feet, eight inches tall. He is one half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

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 the match to begin.

VASSA: ”Talk about upsets… two weeks ago this guy upset the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion in a match that kept the fans on the edges of their seats!”

JOHNSON: ”It was a huge shocker to witness him defeat Jason Cashe in the ring. By that match alone, I feel that he deserves to be in the Fright Night Warzone, but, he’ll have to earn that spot in this qualifying match.”

The ref checks with each corner and receives the nod from both. He then raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the chime, both men approach each other in the center of the ring. They circle each other for a moment, waiting for the opportune moment to move in for the attack. Suddenly, Hopkins slides in for a single leg takedown. Sanity sprawls and brings his body weight down on Hopkins, knocking him to the canvas. Sanity then spins around Hopkins and delivers a series of crossfaces, each harder than the one before. Sanity then pushes away and gets to his feet, leaving Hopkins to get to his. The two circle each other again but this time lock up in the center of the ring. Sanity quickly flips Hopkins over with a snapmare. Hopkins pops back up to his feet. This time, Sanity kicks him in the stomach and slams him to the canvas with a snap suplex. Again, Hopkins pops up to his feet but this time gets his head nearly knocked off with a roundhouse kick performed perfectly by Sanity.

VASSA: ”From the start, Jason has been ahead of Jair one step of the way.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re seeing a technical side to Sanity right out of the gate. Jair better think before making his next move if he’s going to turn the momentum around,”

VASSA: ”With just a few moves the momentum has surely swung in Jason’s favor in just a matter of seconds.”

Sanity picks Jair up from the mat but gets surprised with a hard elbow to the midsection. Jair then stands straight up and delivers a backhand chop to Sanity’s chest. Jair fires with another and connects, this one harder than the last. Jair then positions himself beside Sanity and takes him down to the mat with a front face slam, driving his head into the canvas. The two the scuffle on the mat, rolling around until Jair gets the position and drops an elbow in the center of Sanity’s forehead. Jair then pops to his feet, giving Sanity just enough room to get up as well. Sanity lunges forward with a lariat but misses as Jair side steps him and wraps his arms around his waist. Jair then lifts him up in the air and pulls him up and over, throwing him backwards to the mat with a release German suplex. The two quickly get to their feet and lock up in the center of the ring. Jair drives his knee into Sanity’s stomach and then throws him to the corner. Just as Sanity crashes into the corner with his back, Jair is right behind him, flying in the air and connecting with a splash. Sanity stumbles forward, wobbling with each step as Jair then runs from behind and slams his head into the mat with a bulldog.

VASSA: ”Hopkins makes it look so easy as he transitions smoothly from the splash into the bulldog.”

JOHNSON: ”These guys are professionals, Vinny. This isn’t amateur hour!”

Jair stands to his feet as Sanity rolls around in the center of the ring, holding his face from the impact. Looking to the corner, Jair quickly runs towards it and ascends. As Sanity continues to hold his head on the canvas, Jair looks over the crowd as the cheers get louder and louder in anticipation. Sanity then begins to climb to his feet as Jair waits to make his move. Once up, Sanity turns to face Jair who’s already flying in mid air. Jair connects with a flying crossbody, knocking Sanity to the canvas as he lands on top and covers for the pin. The ref quickly drops down for the count.

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Sanity vaults Jair into the air as he kicks out from the pin attempt. Sanity gets up only to have Jair already to his feet. Sanity throws a punch but Jair blocks it and then throws a kick of his own to the gut. Sanity catches his foot and then spins Jair around, getting behind him and slamming him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Sanity quickly gets up as Jair follows suit. Once to his feet, Jair gets hit with a standing drop kick to the head that sends him falling backwards and flipping up and over the top rope to the outside.

VASSA: ”Looks like we’re taking this fight to the outside!”

JOHNSON: ”And the fans in the front thought they had a good enough view as it is… they’re in for a show now!”

Sanity runs to the ropes and slides underneath the bottom, going to the outside. He quickly grabs ahold of Jair before he can get to his feet. He pulls him up and then throws him into the steel steps, knocking them over. The ref begins counting them out as Sanity lifts Jair to his feet and then throws him towards the barricade but Jair reverses it and throws him into it instead. Jair then kicks Sanity a few times in the stomach before rolling Sanity back into the ring and sliding in himself. Jair grabs Sanity by the head and pulls him to his feet. Suddenly, Sanity lifts Jair up with a burst of energy and slams him to the canvas, mounting himself on top. Sanity then goes into a fury and connects with punch after punch as Jair tries to defend himself. Jair then rolls him off and tries to get to his feet. Just as he does, Sanity pulls his foot out from under him, forcing him back to the mat. The two then race to get to their feet, Jair getting there first. He grabs Sanity by the arm and throws him to the ropes but Sanity reverses and throws him instead. As Jair bounces off the ropes, Sanity levels him out with a superkick on the rebound.

JOHNSON: ”LIGHTS OUT!!!”

As Sanity moves in for the pin, Jair rolls over, surprising him none the less. Sanity quickly grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him to his feet. He hits Jair with a couple of closed fists before grabbing the back of his shoulder and pulling his body down, driving his knee into his chest. Jair stumbles back a step and then Sanity runs forward and wipes him out with a running clothesline. Sanity then turns to the corner and climbs to the middle rope and turns around. He then jumps into the air and comes down with a knee drop to Jair’s head. Sanity then quickly covers Jair for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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Sanity then gets up, frustrated and kicks Jair a few times while he’s still down. He then runs to the ropes and comes back, dropping another knee across Jair’s head. Sanity then pulls him to his feet and lifts him into the air for a powerbomb. While on Sanity’s shoulders, Jair begins to connect with downward punches, one, two, three, four and then swing with another that knocks Sanity off his feet. Falling back, Sanity hits the canvas with a thud as Jair lands on top of him. Jair then pops up to his feet and jumps straight into the air and comes down with an elbow drop across Sanity’s chest. Jair gets up and leaps into the air again, this time coming down with a high vertical leg drop. He then climbs back to his feet and jumps in the air and comes down, connecting with a corkscrew moonsault.

Jair climbs back to his feet as the crowd gets behind him. Feeling the vibe, the circles Sanity for a moment. He then pulls Sanity to his feet. Pushing back, Sanity creates separation. He then quickly moves in on Jair and grabs him by the back of the head and drops to his knees, resting his head underneath Jair’s chin and hitting him with a chin buster. Jair stumbles around the ring for a moment, still on his feet. Sanity then grabs him and slings him to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker.

VASSA: ”Just as Jair was turning things around…”

Sanity climbs to his feet as Jair slowly tries to get to his. Sanity slams his forearm over Jair’s back, keeping him down to his knees. Sanity pulls him up and goes to lift him into the air with a vertical suplex but Jair hooks his leg, remaining on his feet. Jair then knees him in the side, breaking the hold and then lifts Sanity onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Jair holds him up and then falls backwards, dropping Sanity with a Samoan drop in the center of the ring. Jair rushes to get up and runs to the ropes and quickly climbs. He turns back to inside of the ring and waits as Sanity slowly climbs to his feet. Once up, Jair leaps from the top rope with a backflip and comes down, hooking Sanity’s head and planting it into the canvas with a Shooting Star DDT.

JOHNSON: ”HAIL MARY!!!”

VASSA: ”That was awesome! DAMN!!!”

Jair quickly gets back up and runs to the ropes again, climbing the turnbuckle once more. He looks over the crowd with his back turned to the ring and then does a backflip, coming down on Sanity’s stomach with a moonsault double foot stomp.

VASSA: ”This could be it!”

JOHNSON: ”He connects with the OMFG!!!”

Jair then drops down on Sanity and covers as the ref drops down for the count.

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Jair Hopkins has won it!”

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago he upset the South-West Heavyweight champion and tonight, he earns his spot to challenge for the championship!”

POWERS: ”And the winner, by pin fall, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

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

“Ready or Not” hits the sound system as Jair stands to his feet and the ref raises his arm in the air for victory.

VASSA: ”There’s our third qualifier for the Fright Night Warzone!”

JOHNSON: ”It wasn’t an easy win but he secured the spot and continues his hot streak after upsetting Jason Cashe two weeks ago.”

VASSA: ”We may be witnessing the rise of a new champion?”

JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t think too far ahead but anything is possible. We’re going to cut backstage for a moment as we clear the ring folks!”

We take a break from the action as we see a familiar motion picture. Shortly after, the cameras are backstage capturing the American Psychos in a dimly lit room.

KNIGHTLY: “Did anyone see the aura that is hovering over the nations capital tonight. That phenomenon exists here tonight because the American Psychos are present. We are phenomenons in our own right. Travis Black and Raven just got a small glimpse of what we are capable of. Like we have said before, it’s not about winning or losing, it’s about instilling fear, and making an impact. We did just that.”

WAVERLY: “For us, it’s all about obstruction, dysfunction, and destruction, Through recent weeks, we have made our claim as to why we should be next in line for a tag team title shot. ”

Jai Knightly cuts back in.

KNIGHTLY: “The gold is the ultimate prize. You see, there is a method to the madness. I guess you could call it, organized chaos. We are precise in our measures, our actions, and our goals. Nothing will derail us from reaching ultimate supremacy.”

Jax comes back in with the final word.

WAVERLY: “We want all of the teams within Four Corners Wrestling to take notice. We are not only here to put fear into the eyes of our foes, we are here to reach the highest peak and it doesn’t matter what your name is; Granite State of Mind, All Stars, New Gen Rising, or Law and Disorder, because the American Psychos are here to stay and we are coming for you. All of you..”

The two finish talking as the cameras fade away.

The next in ring segment begins with a welcome site at least for the cold blooded male fans in the building as “Double D” Daysi Doll is walking out towards the ring, no music playing pretty much the sound of men and maybe even a few females whistling as the former adult actress walks down towards the ring. More then a few of them having seen her before in the past though under probably a lot different circumstances, none the less she walks down towards the ring with her six inch heels and designer dress walking up the steps and looking out at the crowd giving them a smile as she bends over to step into the ring. Taking her sweet time with it as she walks into the ring over to the side of the ring as the camera pans out to the crowd momentarily as a few fans can be seen clapping her on as she walks back to the center of the ring with the microphone in hand.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Ladies and gentlemen I am Double D, Daysi Doll and you know some of you may know who I am and some of you may…pretend not to know who I am. But as I look out at you all out there I see that a LOT of you remember who I am, perhaps fondly. Now I know that might make you a little bit confused as to why I former…actress Daysi Doll would be here standing in a ring like this. And before you ask no I will not be getting down and dirty wrestling…Though I do feel like I have the experience that would help me make it in this business. But I am not here to wrestle I am here because of a very special person in my life. The reason I retired from doing those movies many of you loved. The boy who I have seen have a dream to one day step in this ring and prove that he is capable of being a star, just like his mom! My and soon to be your future champion…Jett Wilder!”

The lights go out in the building as the fans look to the ramp as the beginning of “My Moment” plays as through the darkness comes Jett Wilder and as he appears the lights shine on him, as he looks out at the crowd with a big smirk and whether it’s his look or just the way he walks, these fans already start to boo. Jett Wilder pulls the camera to him at the top of the ramp, looking at himself in the lens as he pushes the camera away and stands back posing at the top of the ramp with his arms spread wide, nodding his head as the boos now pick up. He walks down with his towel over his shoulders around his neck wearing no shirt but wearing a pair of baggy pants hanging down farther then they should only adding to the fans hatred.

Walking with that swag in his step he gets booed all the way as he heads down the ramp, ignoring the crowd and holding up his arms out at his side as he screams out “Its My Moment!” as he walks around the ring where we rejoin Daysi who has moved to the other side of the ring clapping her son on, trying to urge the fans to do the same but they are not having it. They have already made up their mind on the cocky young upstart and the more time he spends looking out at them the more they grow to hate him. As he slides into the ring and walks over to the ropes posing up top as his supportive mother claps on from the back as he jumps down and walks to the center of the ring as his mother walks back up next to him.

DAYSI DOLL: ”My son Jett Wilder has loved wrestling ever since he was a little boy and now he has grown so much and he wants to prove that he can be the very best wrestler here in 4 Corners Wrestling…”

With that Wilder shakes his head towards his mom reaching out for the microphone which she hands over to him as he looks at the camera doing his best to look, mean and tough though everyone else in the building seems to be thinking of him more as a joke then anything.

JETT WILDER: ”Na! Scratch that! I already am the best wrestler in this company. I look around in the back and I see a bunch of losers. You got some ugly ass dude with no teeth as the South-West Champion. And the list of no talent having chumps in the back goes on and on. I’m stronger then them, I’m faster then them, I am more talented then them, and I AM SMARTER THEN ALL OF THEM! I’m just plain better and I don’t have to come out here and try to talk a big game because I plan to back it up. That’s why next week I don’t care who I am fighting whether it’s that hillbilly champion or anybody else. I am going to prove that I am the whole package and that this company needs me! A WHOLE LOT MORE then I need them. You are looking at the future of this company, this business and this world because you are looking at Jett Wilder the best wrestler in the world. That is a fact! Because just like my song says…IT’S MY MOMENT!”

Pointing to the back he motions for that music to hit and it does as the boos come down on him, these fans already thinking that Wilder is quite the loser as he rolls out of the ring walking to the back trash talking a few fans the entire way yelling insults at them. Daysi steps her way out of the ring going to follow him as the camera quickly cuts away from Jett over to Doll as it’s clear who production or the management finds to be the ‘star’ or at least the attraction of the team as Wilder taunts on the ramp but it goes unnoticed as Doll is busy signing a few autographs and taking pictures with her fans at ringside as while they seem to hate her son, she still seems to be thought fondly of as the camera pans up to Wilder for just a moment as he walks to the back pushing through the curtains as the camera quickly shifts back to Daysi who notices the camera on her as she turns and bends down to blow the camera a kiss, clearly not shy in showing them a bit of cleavage as she then waves at them as the segment comes to a close.

CO-HEADLINE
TORNADO TAG ELIMINATION MATCH
JOSEPH SULLIVAN & LINCOLN CUTLER & BILLY & THE KIDD
VS.
“Young” MANNIE ROMERO & NATHANIEL HAVOK

As we cut back to ringside, Joseph Sullivan, Lincoln Cutler, Billy and The Kidd are waiting in the ring.

JOHNSON: ”This match was just added earlier this evening and looks to be unfair for the two who have yet make their way to the ring.”

VASSA: ”It’s plain and simple, it doesn’t matter who you are, don’t cross the boss!”

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the sound system, building anticipation.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Commonwealth of Virginia, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. Accompanied to the ring by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he is “The Main Attraction”, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

As Mannie and his Posse emerge to a wave of boos, Mannie and Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain, while being inside of an Old-School Electric Motorized Cart. Next the stage lights die down, as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate. Right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta step out the cart, as he then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, awaiting for the start of the match.

“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system of the theatre, accompanied with mixed emotions from the crowd.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the 4CW Extreme Champion and “Enforcer of Sorrow”, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

Havok makes his way to the entrance ramp with the 4CW Extreme Championship around his waist, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance. He throws his arms in the air as the lights shine down on him, before walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, calculated, but most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully from the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, removing the championship from his waist as his music fades out.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago, Havok defeated Mannie for that championship and tonight they’re on the same team. This is crazy!”

VASSA: ”Anything is bound to happen, this is going to be chaos. Mannie and Havok must eliminate each member of the opposing team in order to win, but, if either Mannie or Havok get eliminated, they lose instantly.”

JOHNSON: ”The odds aren’t in their favor and that’s exactly the message that Mr. Wallace wanted to send with this surprise match up.”

The ref checks with the corner of four and gets the nod that they are all ready. He then looks to Mannie and Havok, who nod together, signaling that they are ready as well. The ref then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell, Billy and The Kidd rush towards Havok. Sullivan and Cutler rush towards Mannie. Havok and Mannie back themselves in opposite corners, fending off the attack but failing as the numbers are stacked against them. Billy kicks Havok in the stomach and then The Kidd grabs him by the head and slams it backwards into the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Sullivan connects with a hard right to Mannie’s jaw in which Cutler then follows with a lariat that knocks Mannie to the ground. The two then stomp on Mannie as he tried to defend himself from the kicks but for each one he blocks, two connect with his mid section. In the other corner, The Kidd lifts Havok up and sits him on top of the turnbuckle. Kidd then climbs over him and begins to punch him over and over while Billy delivers kicks to his stomach.

VASSA: ”The numbers are just against these two.”

JOHNSON: ”As much as Mannie and Havok hate each other, if they want to come out of this with a win, they’re going to have to work together.”

Suddenly, Havok pushes Kidd away, sending him flying from the turnbuckle. Havok then swings down and connects with a punch to Billy’s head, knocking him back a step. Havok then jumps from the turnbuckle and knocks Billy to the canvas with a flying clothesline. Cutler and Sullivan have Mannie back to his feet but in the corner working on him together with alternating body blows. Out of nowhere, Havok attacks from behind with a double clothesline that sends the two flipping over the top rope and falling to the outside. Kidd then runs up behind Havok but gets surprised as Mannie intersects and lays him out with a lariat. Mannie then rushes towards Billy who is still down and jumps on top of him, mounting himself. Mannie then begins to attack with elbow strikes to Billy’s head. Havok then lifts Kidd up and slams him to the mat with a gut-wrench powerbomb. As soon as the sound of the impact cuts through the air, Mannie gets up and turns his head. He then runs over and drops a leg drop across Kidd’s throat. Mannie then runs to the corner and climbs it, waiting for Billy to get up. Once he does, Mannie jumps from the turnbuckle and connects with reverse bulldog, laying Billy out.

JOHNSON: ”The Fatal Attraction!”

Mannie then covers Billy for the pin as the ref drops down for the count. Cutler and Sullivan make it back into the ring but get stopped in their place as Havok fights them both, leaving Mannie for the pin…

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Wasting no time, Mannie quickly gets up and pulls Billy to his feet. Mannie then throws him to the ropes, sending him up and over, flipping to the hard floor on the outside of the ring.

MANNIE ELIMINATES BILLY

Havok holds his own as he exchanges blows with Cutler and Sullivan. Mannie rushes over and takes Cutler by surprise, assaulting him with stiff kicks and hard chops.

VASSA: ”Well that’s one down for Mannie and Havok, only three more to go.”

JOHNSON: ”With the way things transpired, I know these two want to have this plan of Mr. Wallace’s backfire in his face.”

VASSA: ”I’m just surprised that no further actions were taken against Havok after the attacks and controversial ending two weeks ago when he won the Extreme Championship.”

Mannie has Cutler on his toes, steady attacking with MMA style punches and kicks. Mannie then throws Cutler to the ropes. When Cutler comes back, Mannie hits him with a handspring reverse Frankensteiner. Meanwhile, Havok drops Sullivan with an inverted DDT. He then moves in on Kidd who is just getting back to his feet. Havok wraps his arms around him and drives him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Havok pops back up and turns his attention back to Sullivan and lifts him to his feet. Havok then hits him with a few forearms over the back, knocking him back to one knee. From behind, Kidd drops a double axe handle on Havok’s back, knocking him down to one knee as well. Sullivan then gets up and the two stand on each side of Havok, one facing the front and the other the back. Sullivan draws back and connects with a hard right to Havok’s jaw, spinning him around. Kidd then throws a punch of his own but Havok ducks, causing Kidd to lay Sullivan out with the blow. Just as Kidd turns around, Havok hits him with a desperation superkick that lays him out in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”SORROW ENFORCED!!!”

Havok quickly covers Kidd for the pin as the ref drops down for the count with Mannie on the other side of the ring with Cutler backed in the corner.

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HAVOK ELIMINATES THE KIDD

Havok quickly gets up and focuses his attention to Sullivan. The ref helps The Kidd get out of the ring while Havok and Mannie do a number on the two remaining wrestlers against them.

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s the last of Team Slayer to be eliminated from this match!”

VASSA: ”The playing field is level now and at this rate, I think Wallace is in for a huge upset.”

Mannie lifts Cutler into the air and throws him into the turnbuckle, back first, with a scoop slam. Cutler hangs upside down with his feet tangled in the ropes. Mannie kicks him in the stomach a few times until he falls to the mat, head first. Mannie then picks Cutler up from the mat and drags him to the center of the ring where Havok is with Sullivan in his grasp. Havok turns Sullivan around and drops him with a neckbreaker. Mannie then lifts Cutler into the air in a high angle powerbomb position and runs across the ring, driving him into the canvas with a running Liger bomb. With Havok up to his feet, he runs to the ropes and bounces back, dropping a quick elbow drop across Cutler’s head while Mannie has the legs hooked for the pin. The ref then drops down for the count as Havok turns his attention back to Sullivan.

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MANNIE ELIMINATES LINCOLN CUTLER

Mannie pushes himself to his feet and grabs Cutler by the head, jerking him to his feet as well. Mannie holds him by the back of the head and runs towards the ropes, throwing Cutler up and over, flipping to the outside with a thud.

JOHNSON: ”The odds have turned and are now stacked in Mannie and Havok’s corner as they have eliminated all but one wrestler in this crazy match.”

VASSA: ”I would bet money that Wallace is sitting on the edge of his seat right now, biting his fingers to a nub as he watches everything unfold.”

JOHNSON: ”Who would have thought these two would have overcome these stacked odds?”

Havok lifts Sullivan into the air and drops him with a vertical suplex in the center of the ring, barely missing collision with Mannie on the way down. Mannie jumps to his feet and comes at Havok as soon as he stands up, slapping his hands across his chest and pushing his back a few steps. Havok then lunges forward and pushes Mannie back a step.

VASSA: ”UH OH!!! These two were doing so good to keep their hands off one another but I think that may go right out the window!”

Mannie slowly walks towards Havok, running his mouth. The two stand eye to eye, butting heads as the tension builds between them. Mannie then drives his forehead into Havok’s and pushes him back with both hands. Havok goes back and hits the ropes, bounces back and pushes Mannie with momentum. Mannie stumbles backwards and trips over Sullivan as he slowly gets to his feet. Havok then kicks Sullivan in the stomach once he’s up to his feet. Sullivan bends over from the kick and Havok locks his arms with a double underhook. Havok then grabs Sullivan’s knees and lifts him into the air, upside down, and drops him with a package piledriver in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”REIGN OF TERROR!!!”

VASSA: ”That’s all she wrote!”

Havok covers Sullivan for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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VASSA: ”What the hell?”

Before the ref’s hand hits the mat for the three count, Mannie pulls Havok away by his leg. Havok quickly gets to his feet and charges Mannie. The two stand eye to eye again, talking trash to one another. Havok then throws his weight into Mannie and pushes him away with his chest. Mannie throws both arms in the air without resisting. Havok then turns to go for the pin. Suddenly, Mannie grabs Havok by the arm and spins him around, kicking him in the stomach…

JOHNSON: ”What’s he doing?!?!”

Mannie then lifts Havok into the air in a vertical suplex position and drops him with a belly to belly piledriver.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!! Mannie hit Havok with the D.B.M.!!! HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”What is he thinking?!?!”

Mannie then gets up and slowly walks over to Sullivan. He drops down to one knee and then covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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JOHNSON: ”Mannie took matters into his own hands. He laid out his own partner to finish this match his way!”

VASSA: ”This wasn’t too different than Havok laying out Wallace two weeks ago to get the win over Mannie.”

JOHNSON: ”Things are going to get a lot uglier between these two before they get any better.”

“Another Way” begins to play over the sound system as Mannie slowly stands to his feet. Alec and Jacinta both enter the ring as the ref raises his arm in the air for victory. Alec rolls Sullivan out of the ring, knocking him to the outside floor below.

POWERS: ”The winners by elimination, Nathaniel Havok and “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

As Mannie walks around the ring with his arm in the air, Jacinta calls for the Extreme championship from the ringside crew. She walks over and hands it to Mannie who looks down at it for a moment before turning his attention to Havok who is still out cold on the canvas. The three slowly approach Havok and stand over him like vultures. Mannie then drapes the championship over his fallen body before the three back away and soak in the double victory tonight for the crew.

VASSA: ”I have to be honest, I didn’t see that coming!”

JOHNSON: ”Havok damn sure didn’t see it coming. These two were supposed to be a team tonight.”

VASSA: ”They were until the end when things started to heat up between the two.”

JOHNSON: ”I know Mr. Wallace is probably enjoying every second of this as he watches from the back.”

VASSA: ”He should be! After the weeks of attacks by Havok, justice has finally been dealt with this plan of his.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks to clear the ring.”

CO-HEADLINE
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFYER
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. ROXI JOHNSON

As the lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of “My Time To Shine” by Saliva begins to play over the sound system.

POWERS: ”The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, from San Diego, California. He weighs in at two hundred forty three pounds and stands six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!”

Shane Borderland slowly comes out from behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp, looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, turns, and looks at the crowd as he shakes his head. He goes through the middle and top ropes, hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

VASSA: ”This is a big match for Shane as he gets the opportunity to contend for the South-West Heavyweight championship at Fright Night!”

JOHNSON: ”Well last I checked, him and Jason Cashe were in each others corner. What’s the champ going to think when he has to worry about a team member in a match, competing for his championship?”

VASSA: ”There’s all sorts of angles to play this if it went that way. With Borderland in the match, Cashe could have someone to watch over his back in hopes of helping him retain.”

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.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”

The cameras pan around the theatre, 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 she 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 theatre 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.

JOHNSON: ”Just a month ago, Roxi was on the verge of winning the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship in the triple threat match with Cashe and Phoenix. Things didn’t quite work out in her favor but tonight, she gets her chance to earn a spot in the Fright Night Warzone!”

VASSA: ”If anyone wants to get into this match more than the champ himself, it’s Roxi. I’m ready for this thing to get started!”

JOHNSON: ”So am I and by the looks of it, the ref is as well.”

The ref looks to each corner to see if the wrestlers are ready. He gets a nod from both and throws his arm in the air, signaling for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

The two approach each other and meet in the center of the ring, locking up. Borderland takes control and gets Roxi in a headlock. He locks in the pressure and cranks down. Roxi then pushes him off towards the ropes, breaking the hold. Borderland hits the ropes and comes back with a right clothesline. Roxi ducks and drops to the canvas as Borderland goes to the opposite ropes. She pops back up just as he bounces back, jumping in the air and wrapping her legs around his head, flipping him over to the canvas with a hurricanrana. Borderland rolls off his back and comes up to his feet as Roxi quickly pushes herself up. Borderland quickly moves in and swings with a hard right. Roxi blocks the punch and swings back with a right of her own. Borderland throws his arm up and blocks it, countering with a hard kick to the stomach. As Roxi lunges over from the kick, Borderland wraps his arm around her head and pulls back, going for a DDT. Roxi maintains her footing and pushes Borderland away, knocking him down to his back as his arm slips from over her head. Roxi then turns and runs to the ropes as Borderland starts to get up. As she hits the ropes and comes back, Borderland makes it up to one knee before getting knocked to his back again with a running drop kick to the head.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi has been hot lately, despite coming up short in the South-West title match with Cashe and Phoenix.”

VASSA: ”She’s been hot ever since I laid eyes on her…”

JOHNSON: ”Come on Vinny! You need to look past her appearance and notice the talent she possesses.”

Roxi gets up as Borderland rolls over and climbs to his feet with ease. Borderland then runs at her with anger in his eyes. Roxi jumps in the air again with another drop kick but misses as Borderland stops just short of making contact. As Roxi hits the mat, Borderland kicks her while she’s down. He then grabs her by the head and pulls her to her feet before throwing her back down to her back with a scoop slam. Borderland then drops a quick elbow across her chest without hesitation. He then rolls her over and grabs her legs before sitting on her back and pulling, locking in a Boston crab. Just as Shane leans all the way back, Roxi kicks her legs straight and sends him flying off her back and flipping over to the canvas. She quickly gets to her feet as Borderland pushes himself up. Before he can turn around, Roxi kicks him in the back of the knee, knocking him back down to one. She then runs to the ropes adjacent to him and comes back with a flying roundhouse kick that sends him slamming head first into the mat.

VASSA: ”That’s going to leave a mark!”

JOHNSON: ”You can say that again.”

VASSA: ”That’s going to leave a mark!”

JOHNSON: ”I didn’t mean literally…”

Roxi pulls Shane up to his feet and pulls him in close, locking him in and flipping him up and over with a T-bone suplex. She then darts to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. With him still down, Roxi jumps from the top rope in a sitting position. As she comes down with the leg drop, Shane rolls out of the way, and she crashes to the mat. Borderland then gets up as Roxi rolls around the ring in pain, holding her bottom. He grabs her by the hair and jerks her to her feet, nearly pulling the hair right out of her scalp. He turns her around and applies a tight sleeper hold and begins to strangle Roxi in the center of the ring. As Roxi fights to get free, she begins turning red. As the ref checks in with her, Borderland falls forward with the sleeper still in tact, slamming her face to the canvas. He then rolls her over and covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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JOHNSON: ”KICKOUT!!!”

Borderland wastes no time and quickly gets up. He then grabs Roxi by the arm and pulls her up, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. He throws her to the ropes, as she comes back he swings with a right clothesline but misses as Roxi ducks underneath. Running to the opposite ropes, Roxi jumps and lands on the middle rope and springboards back turning in mid air and connecting with a clothesline of her own. Not letting it slow him down, Borderland gets back up and just as he does, Roxi is there to greet him with a series of kicks that backs him against the ropes. He fends them off one after the other before Roxi grabs his arm and throws him to the ropes. Just as she goes to release his arm, Borderland stops and pulls her forward and throws her to the ropes instead. As Roxi hits the ropes and comes back, Borderland jumps up as Roxi ducks underneath and hits the ropes again. This time when she comes back, Borderland plants her into the canvas with a powerslam that rattles the ring.

JOHNSON: ”I felt that here at the booth!”

VASSA: ”Sorry about that, my dinner has been fighting back all night.”

Borderland stands to his feet and looks down at Roxi for a moment before pulling her up as well. He then pulls her head between his legs and lifts her into the air, holding her up for a moment before driving her head into the canvas with a piledriver. Roxi’s head bounces off the mat as her body falls over to the side of Borderland. He then slowly gets up and walks to the corner, looking over the crowd for a moment before climbing to the top of the turnbuckle. Waiting patiently for Roxi to get up, he waits as the crowd gets louder and louder in anticipation. As Roxi slowly begins to move, she rolls over and pushes herself up to one knee. Just as she finally stands up, Borderland leaps from the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick that sends Roxi rolling across the ring, underneath the bottom rope and crashing to the hard floor on the outside.

VASSA: ”She fell to the floor life a ragdoll!”

Borderland quickly pops up and walks to the ropes and exits to the turnbuckle. He hops down where Roxi is slowly coming to but still down. He grabs her by the head and lifts her up before throwing her back first into the steel barricade. Roxi yells in pain as she collides but holds herself up. Borderland then draws back and delivers a hard right punch to her forehead. He then pulls her away from the barricade and rolls her back into the ring as the ref hits the “Five” count. Borderland rolls back inside of the ring and gets up before Roxi even has a chance to. He then lifts her back up and moves in beside her. Borderland hooks her arm and drops her back with a Russian leg sweep in the center of the ring. He then gets up and goes back to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ”We’ve already seen him hit one move from the top rope. Now he’s going for another.”

VASSA: ”That’s always been a specialty of Roxi’s. Maybe he’s just giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

With Roxi still down on her back, Shane leaps from the top rope and flies through the air. He comes down with a flying elbow drop…

JOHNSON: ”HE MISSED!!!”

At the last split second, Roxi rolls out of the way as Shane slams his elbow to the canvas. He rolls over to a fetal position, holding his arm in pain as Roxi slowly gets to her feet. Roxi catches her breath behind him as he raises to an upward position but still on his knees. Roxi then runs at him and connects with a drop kick to his back that sends him shooting forward, slamming his face into the canvas. Roxi quickly gets up and rolls him over, making the cover as the ref drops down for the pin.

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VASSA: ”That was close!”

JOHNSON: ”I thought this one was in the books but Borderland isn’t going to let that happen just yet!”

Roxi pushes herself up without delay. She then grabs Shane by the head and pulls him up. Once to his feet, Borderland swings up and connects with an uppercut that knocks Roxi back to the ropes. She bounces back as Shane ducks and pops back up, flipping her up into the air. Somehow, Roxi manages to land on her feet. As Borderland turns around, she slaps him across the chest with an open palm. Borderland goes back a step but fires back with a kick to the stomach. Roxi lunges over in pain as he grabs her wrist and clutches it. He then grabs her head and turns her around in a neckbreaker position.

JOHNSON: ”Here comes Elite Velocity!”

As Shane goes forward to hit the move, Roxi slips away. As he falls to the mat empty handed, Roxi runs to the ropes and leaps to the middle one. Just as Borderland pops back to his feet, Roxi springboards back and connects with a roundhouse kick to Shane’s head, spinning him around and knocking him to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”RAY OF HOPE!!!”

VASSA: ”Just as we thought Borderland was going to finish her off, Roxi slips away and connects with a big move of her own.”

Roxi quickly gets up and runs to the fallen Borderland, rolling him over to his back and covering him for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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JOHNSON: ”Roxi has won it! Roxi has qualified for the Fright Night Warzone.”

“The Touch” begins to play over the theatre as Roxi stands to her feet and the ref raises her arm in the air.

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

POWERS: ”You winner, by pinfall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”

VASSA: ”What a turn of events! I thought Borderland was going to finish her off and then out of nowhere, she lays him out with the Ray of Hope.”

JOHNSON: ”Even with the short coming at Ante Up, she’s been on a hot streak and tonight shows.”

VASSA: ”With the earlier qualifying matches, this Warzone match is looking to be spectacular!”

As Roxi walks around the ring, she turns to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle as the fans chant…

‘RO-XI… ROXI… RO-XI… RO-XI… RO-XI…”

She then hops down as her music continues to play and exits the ring, leaving Borderland in the ring slowly coming to.

JOHNSON: ”Lets cut backstage for a moment to clear the ring…”

The cameras catch Shane Borderland walking towards his locker room after his match against Roxi Johnson when suddenly, Stefan turns around the corner blocking Shane from going any farther. It’s very tense between them as they are staring at each other. Suddenly, Shane pokes Stefan in his eyes and once Stefan regains his eye sight, they start to throw punches at each other and they went to the ground, punching each other like crazy until the security came and try and break Stefan and Shane apart, but Shane went to get Stefan again which ends up having more security to break them up as they end up getting dragged away from each other as the cameras went back to ringside for the main event match to begin.

MAIN EVENT
GRANITE STATE OF MIND
VS.
NEW GEN RISING

JOHNSON: ”Here we go Vinny…It’s main event time!”

VASSA: ”Which means New Gen Rising will be looking to bounce back from a subpar performance and reassert themselves as the measuring stick of the tag team division.”

JOHNSON: ”That could be easier said than done. Even in defeat, Jared James and Dexter Wolfe were impressive.”

VASSA: ”Just another team to contribute to our vastly growing tag team division in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”Well they have a golden opportunity in front of them…”

As the feed cuts to the DJ booth, Mike Powers is already hunched over getting the competitors entrance music lined up. With a flick of the switch he raises his head and presses a microphone against his lips.

POWERS: ”The following contest is schedule for one fall and is a non title tag team match. Introducing first, 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…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 champs look ready to go tonight!”

VASSA: ”Wouldn’t you be itching to prove you’re still the best?”

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

Hollywood and Wolfe get the match underway with a collar and elbow tie up which Wolfe quickly transitions into a hammerlock. Hollywood turns inward towards Wolfe and steps behind him, countering with a hammerlock of his own . Wolfe pats his shoulder and then drops down to the canvass, taking Hollywood down with a drop toe hold. Both guys bounce up to their feet in a bit of a stalemate; gaining a round of applause from the fans. Both men lock up in the center of the ring again with a collar and elbow tie up except this time Hollywood passes on the wrestling exhibition and rakes at Dexter’s eyes. He whips Dexter across the ring with an Irish whip and on the rebound tosses him over with a hip toss. Hollywood keeps a tight hold on his arm with an armbar. Dexter pushes up to his feet and Hollywood forces him against the ropes. Hollywood releases the armbar and tries for another Irish Whip but Wolfe counters with a hip toss of his own!

JOHNSON: ”Dexter Wolfe seems to be matching Brian Hollywood step for step…”

VASSA: ”But can he keep up with the seasoned vet?”

Wolfe foolishly rushes at Hollywood before seeing the extent of the damage from the hip toss. Once with in reach, Hollywood explodes with a step up enziguri that drops Wolfe like a bag of bricks! Hollywood stands to his feet and makes an immediate turn towards his corner and tags in Jace. Jace drops down across Wolfe’s chest with a full mount and unloads stiff right hands. He stands up and bring Wolfe up to his feet. Savage and Hollywood each grab an arm and whip him across the ring. Wolfe bounces back towards the tag team champs and they lift him up and slam him down with a spine buster! Each quick grabs a leg as Wolfe is flat on his back and they pull back like breaking a wishbone! Hollywood steps out of the ring as Savage drops down for a cover, digging his forearm into Wolfe’s jaw to add insult to injury.

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Wolfe kicks out and instantly reaches towards his corner despite being on the other side of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Jared James is licking his lips, wishing to get into this match.”

VASSA: ”I think New Gen would much rather continue having their way with his protégé instead.”

Savage watches as Wolfe stands to his feet. He quickly grabs Dexter with a Muay Thai clinch. He drives his knee upwards into Dexter’s solar plexus while pushing him back into a neutral corner. Jace lets one hand go free and drives his arm up under the chin of Wolfe with European uppercuts that knock Wolfe back into the turnbuckles. Jace lifts Wolfe up and sits him on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. Savage climbs up to the middle rope and tries for a belly to back suplex but Wolfe throws a few back elbows just in time. He knocks Savage off of his balance and back down to the canvass. Wolfe spins around and leaps towards Jace, hitting a diving cross body! Wolfe sticks the landing and immediately hooks a leg looking for the cover.

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Hollywood put a quick end to the pin attempt with a stiff soccer kick to Wolfe’s ribs.

JOHNSON: ”Hollywood isn’t in the mood to play around. He broke up the pin attempt before the ref could even reach the count of two.”

VASSA: ”Where does it say that he has to wait until the count of two before saving the match?”

Jared James tries to join the fray but the ref immediately steps in, blocking him from getting involved. Savage and Hollywood take the moment to hit Wolfe with tandem clubbing blows to the back. Hollywood drags him into their corner and pulls down on his head, his throat being forced onto the top rope behind the refs back. Savage moves over towards James and eggs him on while Hollywood wears Wolfe down with an illegal choke. Hollywood steps into the ring. Jace whips Wolfe towards the ropes and on the rebound elevates him into the air with a flapjack. On the way down Hollywood helps drive Wolfe face first with a reverse STO! Jace climbs out of the ring and claps his hands together loudly drawing the refs attention. The ref signals for a tag even though he never saw one and drops down as Hollywood covers Wolfe.

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Wolfe bucks his hips and rolls Hollywood off of him completely.

JOHNSON: ”I like a good double team as much as the next guy…”

VASSA: ”I bet you do…”

JOHNSON: ”So funny Vinny… All I’m saying is be a good sport about it. There are unwritten rules that you just don’t cross!”

Hollywood stands Wolfe back up to his feet and tries to pull him in for a short arm clothesline but Wolfe ducks underneath and counters with a backflip bicycle kick! Hollywood falls straight back like tree crashing down to the canvass. Wolfe and Hollywood both stagger to their feet simultaneously. Hollywood bounces himself off of the ropes and runs up behind Wolfe looking for a running bulldog but Wolfe shoves him off at the last minute, launching him across the ring. Wolfe collapses down to one knee as he tags Jared James’ outstretched hand. James climbs into the ring and the two of them grab Hollywood with a front face lock and drive him head first towards the canvass with a double DDT! James rolls Hollywood over as Wolfe climbs out of the ring. James hooks a leg and the ref slides into position to count.

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Savage climbed into the ring and pulled Jared James off Brian Hollywood by the boot.

JOHNSON: ”Just as Jared James finds his way into this match…”

VASSA: ”The champs know that they have to be on their toes. James has been around the block and will less susceptible to mishaps in that ring.”

James hops up to his feet and immediately charges Jace, hitting him with a forearm that knocks him off of the apron. While slightly distracted Hollywood tries to steal one with a schoolboy roll up.

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James kicks out and both rise up to their feet. Hollywood tries to knock James down with a clothesline but he ducks under it. Hollywood turns around right into a belly to belly suplex that tosses him across the ring. After bouncing off of the canvass, Hollywood ends up on his feet in a neutral corner. James runs towards him, does a forward roll and though pounces onto Brian Hollywood and sends him flying again with a monkey flip! James stands in the middle of the ring and watches as Hollywood pulls himself up to his feet. James runs towards the adjacent ropes and springboards off of the middle rope before connecting with a roundhouse kick that knocks Hollywood through the ropes and onto the apron! James steps out onto the apron with Hollywood and lifts him up to his feet. James grabs him with a front face lock and gets control of one of his wrists. James swings Hollywoods body around and hits a leaping swinging neckbreaker from the apron down to the ring floor!

JOHNSON: ”What a move! He’s been known to do a swing neckbreaker that he calls The Dagger but that was something else in its entirety!”

VASSA: ”Unfortunately for him this isn’t a falls count anywhere match! This would be all she wrote!”

As James rises to his feet Savage turns the corner and quickly approaches his unsuspecting opponent. Just as he gets within an arms reach of James his attention is turned to the air. Wolfe leaps off of the top rope with a missile Dropkick and cuts off any attack! James looks back at his partner, impressed by the timing. The two then left Brian Hollywood up and roll him into the ring. Dexter follows along but only for a moment. He lifts his partner up with an inverted suplex and drops him down onto Brian Hollywood before rolling out of the ring. James stands to his feet and drags Hollywood towards his corner. He tags in Dexter Wolfe and then quickly applies a surfboard submission hold to Brian Hollywood. Wolfe pulls back on the top rope and leaps up. The plan of using the top rope as a springboard backfires thanks to Jace Savage shaking the rope as Dexter’s feet pressed on it. Dexter drops down with ropes between his groin and James releases the submission hold, unaware of how the slip up occurred. Jace slides into the ring behind James and waits for him to turn back around. James turns and walks right into a brutal superman punch that lays him out cold!

JOHNSON: ”And just like that the ball is in the court of the champs. They’re standing on opposite ends of the ring, waiting for Wolfe to climb down from the ropes!”

VASSA: ”And then it’s time for the Connection!”

Wolfe stumbles off of the ropes and into the middle of the ring. Almost on cue, Hollywood hits him with a super kick as Savage hits another superman punch! Jace turns James and shoves him out of the ring under the ropes with his foot as Hollywood makes the cover…

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Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

JOHNSON: ”The champs have rebounded from their loss just two weeks ago!”

VASSA: ”You knew they would! Otherwise I’d seriously worry about their chances of keeping those straps come the next title defense.”

“I Play You Lose” echoes through the arena, mixing with the fans roaring boos as the ref hands the champs their titles. They climb opposite corner and hold the titles up in the air as Powers announces the official decision.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, Brian Hollywood…Jace Savage…NEW GEN RISING!”

JOHNSON: ”Well it’s been a wild night!”

VASSA: ”It sure has Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll see you folks in two weeks time live from Pittsburgh! For 4CW, I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!”

JOHNSON: ”Goodnight folks!”