ADRENALINE E09 (018)



ADRENALINE E09 (018)
BYHAM THEATER [PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA]
AUGUST 27TH, 2014

The scene opens over the sold out Byham Theater in Pittsburgh. Pennsylvania. At ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth, soaking in the energetic sounds of the crowd standing to their feet as they wait for the night to kick off.

JOHNSON: ”Welcome everyone to another 4CW Adrenaline, the first of many which will now be held on Wednesday’s instead of Monday’s! I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Hello everyone!”

JOHNSON: ”Tonight we will start the new bi-weekly schedule of hosting Adrenaline on Wednesday’s, right here on HBO!”

VASSA: ”I’m already loving it! We’ve been steady with hosting our events on Monday nights but tonight is the start of a new era as we move to mid-week, HUMP DAY!!!”

JOHNSON: ”We have a big night planned for you all watching at home. Before we get into specifics, lets go over the recent happenings as we get closer to our next big show, Fright Night!”

VASSA: ”Eight wrestlers, two rings, one huge cage… it doesn’t get any better than that! Oh wait, I forgot to mention that the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship will be on the line.”

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago we held the first four qualifying matches. Stefan Raab, Dustin James Holt, Roxi Johnson and Jair Hopkins have earned their places in this epic match. Tonight, we’ll see the four of them in a tag match with each other. It’s going to be a good one!”

VASSA: ”I will guarantee you that, folks! Later this evening, we have three more qualifying matches. Jessica Black and Gabriel Devereux will be facing off in our first qualifying match tonight. These two made impressive debuts two weeks ago and someone is going to carry their momentum on after tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Kaylyn James Evans debuted as well last week in a great match and she will be competing with Raven tonight for our second qualifying match.”

VASSA: ”In our third and final qualifying match for the night, Alec Quartermain will be squaring off with Travis Black. This match has the potential to steal the entire show.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right about that, Vinny. We also have a match lined up for tonight with Jason Sanity and Nathaniel Havok going head to head in an extreme rules match.”

VASSA: ”The belt wont be on the line tonight but “Young” Mannie will be at the booth with us as a guest commentator for this brawl.”

JOHNSON: ”I have a feeling that Mannie may disrupt this match up but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

VASSA: ”We won’t hold you any longer folks. Our main event tonight will feature The All Stars in a six man tag with The House, or should I say six person?”

JOHNSON: ”We have a battle of faction tonight. Did we mention, the South-West Heavyweight champ, Jason Cashe will be in this match as he teams up with the tag champs, New Gen Rising.”

VASSA: ”This is going to be one hell of a match everyone!”

JOHNSON: ”We also have some more great matches in the lineup so just sit back and enjoy the show everyone. Are you ready Vinny?”

VASSA: ”I’m always ready!”

JOHNSON: ”Well then lets…”

“BBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Before Johnson can finish his sentence, the crowd erupts into booing as Perry Wallace walks out from the back and onto the entrance stage with a duffle bag in hand. He looks over the crowd as a smirk comes over his face, soaking in the hatred that has been wrongfully portrayed on him. He then turns his head to the curtain and nods as Frankie Morrison walks out from the back as well. The two talk for a moment at the top of the ramp before turning down the aisle and heading to the ring.

VASSA: ”Looks like the powers that be have something on their minds. This could be interesting!”

Once at ringside, Perry and Frankie both enter the ring and walk to the center. Wallace drops the duffle bag by his side and pulls out a microphone. The two talk amongst themselves for another moment before Wallace turns the mic on and slowly raises it to his mouth, welcoming a tidal wave of boos.

“BBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

WALLACE: ”Pittsburgh, I can feel the love! I’m glad to see you all as well.”

“BBBBOOOOOOOOOO”

WALLACE: ”Calm down, it’s alright. We’re only going to take up a few moments of you time as we have a HUGE announcement to make.”

“BBBBOOOOOOOOOO”

WALLACE: ”Damnit! Frankie, you mind giving this a try? At least get them to settle down and listen to this news we’re about to drop on them.”

Frankie nods at Wallace as the two exchange a few words. Wallace hands the mic over and on the drop of a dime, the crowds reaction changes to cheers as Frankie holds the mic in his hand. Wallace looks over the crowd and shakes his head in displeasure before laughing to himself and turning his attention to Frankie.

MORRISON: ”Listen, you can carry on like this for the entire show…you’ll only be depriving yourself and the fans that tune in to HBO some of the best action in the wrestling world! We want what you people want. We want to see the talent here in 4CW to showcase their abilities for the entire world to see!!”

After listening to Frankie put his spin on it, the raucous Pittsburgh crowd settles down a bit…at least enough for Frankie Morrison and Perry Wallace to address the hot crowd.

WALLACE: ”Thank you, Frankie. Everyone, I don’t understand why you all want to hate me so much. Maybe it’s why the one responsible is referred to as being influential in this business. Feelings aside, we’re here tonight to reveal a new showcase of 4CW. I take PRIDE in this company. Having started out from nothing but a pipe dream and turning it into what it is today, I’m proud to be a part of this wonderful, groundbreaking promotion. Each and every one of our wrestlers in the back, come out here every two weeks with PRIDE and honor, fighting for what they believe in, that they are the best in the ring each and every time they step foot into it. PRIDE is what drives this company and what has put us on the map, where we are today.”

Perry nods at Frankie who then reaches down and picks the duffle bag up from the mat. As he places his hand on the zipper, Perry cracks a smile before addressing the crowd once more.

WALLACE : ”We have three championships in this promotion. The South-West Heavyweight, the top of the food chain, the best of the best. The Extreme, for the craziest of wrestlers to put it all on the line and their bodies at risk. The Tag Team, for the best tag division this sport has to offer. Tonight, we want to unveil our new championship, one that brings the integrity and honor back to this sport. Here it is…”

Perry nods at Frankie who then opens the duffle bag and pulls out a freshly minted championship belt.

WALLACE: ”THE PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”

The crowd applauds as they stand to their feet, celebrating the unveiling of a new championship in the 4CW shrine. Shocked by their reaction with his announcement, a huge smile comes over his face as he raises the mic to his lips once more.

WALLACE: ”For once, you all aren’t scowling me for opening my mouthj. The Pride championship is the newest showcase to the 4CW title cabinet. This is the belt that’s going to scream for true wrestling to be reborn in a 4CW ring. When is it on the line you ask? Two weeks from tonight, in New York at the Radio City Music Hall as we conclude our tour of the great North-East!”

The crowd pops with cheers as Wallace drops the mic to his side. Meanwhile, Frankie continues to hold the championship in the air for everyone to see. Wallace then looks at Frankie and motions for him to hand him the championship. As he does, Wallace holds the mic to his lips once more.

WALLACE: ”You want to wrap this up, Frankie? I think these folks are ready for the show to start.”

The two exchange. Wallace looks into the championship as it glows on his face. He then holds it up in the air as Frankie raises the mic to his mouth.

MORRISON: ”This new championship, The Pride Championship, is going to be a stepping stone to greatness in this industry. We want the best up and coming wrestlers to have a chance to showcase themselves for the 4CW faithful. The Pride Championship is doing just that. And at the Radio City Music Hall, in my neck of the woods, 4CW will restore honor and tradition to an industry that seems to lack just that more often than not… “

With that said, the two look at each other and slowly exit the ring. Frankie exits first and then looks back at Perry hands him the championship before climbing out himself. The two then walk to the back as the scene cuts backstage,

UNDERCARD
COREY McCABE VS. JETT WILDER

“Well, enough is enough, and it’s time for a change!”

“Come and take your best shot!”

“I tried to be a nice guy,”

“I tried to play by the rules..”

“You turned your backs on me!”

“I snap!”

“I was a victim!”

“Well, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Dublin, Ireland weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds … “THE DUBLIN LUNATIC” COREY MCCABE!!!”

“The Dublin Lunatic” Corey McCabe comes out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Corey walks down the aisle and starts mocking the fans in attendance. As The Dublin Lunatic reaches the ring he stops and takes a deep breathe before sliding underneath the bottom rope. Corey has a sinister smile on his face as he perches himself up on the top ropes awaiting for the bell to ring.

JOHNSON: ”A lot of curiosity surrounding McCabe’s opponent tonight. This Jett Wilder kid is…well…a kid. A kid with some sudden hype surrounding him.”

VASSA: ”I’m more interested in the piece of arm candy that’s following him to ringside.”

JOHNSON: ”Daysi Doll? His mother…”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “My Moment” by DJ Drama hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing as out from the back wearing this weeks designer dress and heels is Daysi Doll who draws some whistles and a few cheers from the crowd as she walks her way down to the ring the camera man following her along the way as the camera seems ready to follow her until Jett Wilder pulls the camera away from her back to him at the top of the ramp, looking at himself in the lens as she 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 as he walks down with his towel over his shoulders around his neck.

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 now who is signing stuff at ringside as Jett walks behind her, the camera completely ignoring him for his mother as she signs shirts and other apparel at ringside as Wilder can be seen posing on the top rope in the background as he jumps down disappearing out of the camera angle.

POWERS: ”And his opponent…weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds…from Los Angeles, California…JETT WILDER”

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

As the opening bell rings the two fresh faces to 4CW meet in the middle of the ring. They lock up with a collar and elbow tie up but Corey McCabe immediately uses his size and strength advantage to shove Jett Wilder backwards to the canvass! Jett rolls back into his corner and keeps a close eye on Corey as his mother, Daysi Doll whispers into his ear. Jett pulls himself up, a bit more determined and charges at Corey but is flattened by a standing shoulder tackle. Corey runs over his fallen opponent and bounces off of the ropes. By the time he makes it back to the middle of the ring Jett hops to his feet and leap frogs McCabe. McCabe keeps his momentum going and bounces off of the ropes again. Jett tries to leap frog McCabe again but this time gets caught in mid air and powered downed to the mat with a power bomb! Wilder rolls out of the ring and onto the apron. McCabe keeps up on his opponent and reaches over the top rope, pulling the young man to his feet. He lifts Wilder up and suplexes him over the ropes and back into the ring. Unsuspecting to the referee, Daysi grabbed a hold of McCabes feet, causing him to trip and allowing for Wilder to counter the suplex a modified crossbody. He stays on top of McCabe and tries for a pin but Corey kicks out before the ref could even drop to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Come on! That was so blatant it’s disgusting…”

VASSA: ”Daysi is just letting her natural maternal instincts get the best of her. Just a momma bear protecting her cub…”

McCabe is first to his feet and instantly barks at the referee about the outside interference. McCabe turns his sights back on Wilder and helps him to his feet. Corey stares down Daysi before hitting Wilder with a bone crushing European Uppercut that knocks Wilder back into a nearby corner. McCabe grabs Jett by the wrist and whips him hard across the ring to an opposing corner. McCabe follows up and charges, crushing him with a clothesline. He rolls Wilder out of the corner and pounces on him, driving his knee repeatedly into the ribs of Jett while keeping eye contact with Daysi as she watches helplessly from the outside. McCabe transitions into a full mount and begins pummeling the kid with hard right hands before finally being pulled off by the official. The ref warns him about using closed fists but he just side steps him to avoid the lecture and wraps his arms around the waist of Jett Wilder. He lifts him up and hits a dead lift belly to belly suplex! McCabe makes the cover and the ref slides in to count.

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Wilder kicks out as Daysi gasps for air, thinking she had just witnessed her son get decimated!

JOHNSON: ”If McCabe spent the entire time focusing on Jett Wilder he may have put this one away…”

VASSA: ”I can’t blame the guy. I could barely concentrate with miss Daysi Doll parading around ringside…My god what I would give just to…”

JOHNSON: ”Nows not the time Vinny!”

McCabe lifts Jett up again and quickly jabs his fingers into the eyes of Jett, driving him back into the ring ropes. The ref uses his five count and gets to three before McCabe lets go and grabs Jett by his wrist. He pulls him away from the ropes while throwing a stiff short armed clothesline. Wilder surprisingly ducks under and jumps onto McCabe’s back, rolling him backwards with a crucifix roll up! The ref slides into position and begins to count.

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McCabe powers out and is quick to his feet. As Wilder stands he turns around right into a running clothesline from McCabe that nearly decapitates the debuting rookie.

JOHNSON: ”Wilder smartly countered the short armed clothesline with a crucifix roll up. Maybe this kid actually can wrestle!”

VASSA: ”I’m sorry Steve, did you say something?”

McCabe lifts Wilder up to his feet and tosses him like a rag doll into the corner. He straightens the kid up and crashes down with a hard knife edge chop that has the audience in awe. Instinctively Wilder folds up, trying to cover up but McCabe straightens him up again and delivers a second straight knife edge chop! McCabe lowers his shoulder and lifts Wilder up, sitting him down on the top turnbuckle. He swings both of his legs to the outside of the ropes and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. McCabe grabs a hold of Wilders trunks and drapes his arm behind him, looking for a superplex. Wilder suddenly fights out of it with a few punches to the ribs. Wilder wisely kicks McCabe in the ankle, causing him to lose his balance and fall off of the top rope down to the canvass. Wilder watches and McCabe bounces back to his feet. Wilder leaps off at his opponent with the Jett Plane cross body! The ref slides into a prime position to make the count.

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McCabe powers out of another close fall!

JOHNSON: ”Another close pinfall from Jett Wilder. This match has been mostly McCabe but Wilder keeps getting some opportunities to steal a victory.”

VASSA: ”What an upset that would be. McCabe outweighs Wilder by eighty pounds!”

Wilder climbs to his feet and stands near the ring ropes. He grabs a hold of the top rope and watches over his shoulder as McCabe begins to stir. McCabe pushes to his feet and turns towards Wilder who has leapt onto the top rope and hit him with a spring board moonsault! Wilder jumps up to his feet and hops over McCabe, running towards the ring ropes. He bounces off and charges towards McCabe, sliding feet first into his ribs with a baseball slide. Wilder moves towards the corner and squats down, sizing McCabe up as he once again pushes to his feet. McCabe turns as Wilder charges and connects with his Gotcha’ bicycle kick! Wilder rolls McCabe up, hooking his leg, confident he has the match won.

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McCabe shoves Wilder off of him and flips over onto his stomach.

JOHNSON: ”Wilder is giving it all he’s got but he just can’t seem to put McCabe away!”

VASSA: ”McCabe doesn’t want to get embarrassed by some punk kid whose got mommy standing in his corner!”

Wilder stands up and calls for McCabe to get up to his feet. McCabe stands upright and Wilder leaps in the air, grabbing him with a front face lock. He whips his body around looking for a tornado DDT but McCabe counters by simply tossing him aside with a modified flapjack! McCabe backs himself into the corner and pushes himself up to the second rope. Jett Wilder climbs to his feet and turns, only to be sawed in half by a spear from the second rope! McCabe drags Wilder to his feet and drives him back first onto the canvass with a vicious spinning side slam. McCabe lays across Wilder and digs his forearm across Wilder’s jaw to add insult to injury while making the cover.

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Wilder gets one of his feet on the ropes and the ref notices before counting to three!

JOHNSON: ”So close! Yet great ring presence from the young Jett Wilder in order to get his foot on the nearby rope before the count of three…”

VASSA: ”Lucky break there!”

McCabe carries Wilder to the middle of the ring and holds him up in side headlock. He places on of his legs in front of Wilder’s setting him up for a headlock driver. McCabe tries to drive Wilder head first into the mat but he’s able to push off and free himself. McCabe spins around and this time Wilder nails the standing tornado DDT! Wilder’s eyes light up as he looks over to the corner. He runs over and hops up to the top rope. Wilder taunts the crowd before flying off and hitting his swag splash frog splash! Wilder sticks the landing and hooks a leg.

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Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

VASSA: ”Wow! The kid actually did it!”

JOHNSON: ”McCabe can’t believe what just happened!”

“My Moment” by DJ Drama echoes throughout the venue as Daysi Doll climbs into the ring to join her son as he gets his hand raised by the referee.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…via pinfall…JETT WILDER!!”

The scene opens up backstage and we come to see a monster of a man walking alongside a short out of shape older gentleman. The towering monster of a man can be seen wearing a black business suit, with a royal blue t-shirt underneath, he also can be seen sporting black sunglasses, the older gentleman can be seen dressed in a suit and tie carrying a briefcase.

???: “Let me do the talking, Desmond.”

The older gentleman says as his client nods in approval before speaking.

CROWLEY: “That I will, Sherman.”

The large monstrous man says looking down at what must be his agent, Sherman Stone, one of wrestling known talent agents throughout the independent scene.

STONE: “I’m telling you Des, once Perry gets a look at you, he’ll waste no time in getting you signed to his wrestling promotion!”

Desmond stops in his tracks and poses for a second or two as he does his agent Sherman Stone stops too.

STONE: “Cut that out, Des.”

Sherman says as Desmond drops the pose and continues in on down the hallway leading towards Perry Wallace’s office.

STONE: “Remember Crowley, let me do the talking.”

As Stone says that, Desmond nods in approval before walking through the double doors of Perry’s office.

WALLACE: ”Sherman Stone… long time, no see. Still promoting talent I see…”

Wallace says as he looks on from his office desk at the tank figure of a man that is Desmond Crowley.

STONE: “That I am, Wallace, that I am. As you can see, this here MONSTER is my newest client, Desmond Crowley!”

Stone says in a loud voice as he introduces his client Desmond Crowley to the owner of the wrestling promotion, 4 Corners Wrestling.

WALLACE: ”And why should I sign him, Stone? You’ve managed talent over the years and they were all busts, man! I know your credentials when it comes to talent.”

Sherman smiles, as if he was expecting that from Wallace.

STONE: “Because Wallace, this here man is the next champion. I’m looking at him, the man’s huge, he’s got a reach of eighty one inches and stands approximately six foot three inches and weighs in at approximately two hundred seventy five pounds.”

WALLACE: ”Is that supposed to impress me, Sherman?”

Sherman’s mouth drops open as to what Perry just said, though before he speaks he regains his focus and talks.

STONE: “C’mon Wallace! A shot is all that I’m asking for, for my client, Desmond Crowley. The man WON’T disappoint!”

Stone looks at Crowley who nods in approval.

WALLACE: ”I’ll tell you what, Stone. I’ll give him a shot, but, don’t make me regret it. Understand? This isn’t the first time I’ve been force fed that line by someone.”

Stone nods his head as he looks up at Desmond.

STONE: “You heard them man, now lets get out of here before he changes his mind.”

Desmond nods in agreement as a large cashmere smile forms across his face.

UNDERCARD
JASON RICHARDS VS. NIOBE MARTIN

A loud howl cuts through the theatre as the lights go dark. At the entrance way, Jason Richards appears out of nowhere with his head down and a wolf type mask covering his mouth.

POWERS: ”The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, out of Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred eight pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. He is the “American Wolf”, JASON RRIICCHHAARRDDSS!!!”

He slowly raises his head, we can see he is wearing ice blue contacts, he begins to make his way to the ring as he seems to be in a trance with his entire focus on the ring. He walks up the ring steps and then stands on the second rope, as he rips the mask off, he lets out a howl of his own. He jumps down and crouches in the corner looking straight ahead.

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.

JOHNSON: ”We haven’t seen Jason Richards in a while…”

VASSA: ”Not since Perry was on the verge of inking the deal to acquire 220 Wrestling. Funny how things turn out…”

JOHNSON: ”We get to see him in action tonight against the beautiful but deadly, Niobe Martin.”

VASSA: ”Let’s get straight down to it, the chick is smoking! It’s always a pleasure to watch her in action.”

The ref checks with both corners for the nob before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell, Niobe walks to the center of the ring, ready to get to it. She throws her arms in the air beside her and begins yelling to Richards who looks on from his corner. After taunting him for a moment, Richards rushes her. Thinking on her feet, Niobe flips Richards over with a hip toss and then mounts herself on top of him and begins wailing punches. Richards tries to fend them off but Niobe continues to connect with lefts and right to both the head and body. Richards then grabs her by the hair and throws her off of him to the side. They both quickly get to their feet and square up in the center of the ring. Richards swings with a haymaker but misses as Niobe ducks and flips him back to the canvas with a fireman’s carry takedown. Popping up from one knee, Niobe gets into position as Richards rolls over and quickly gets back to his feet. He rushes at her and swings with a clothesline but misses as Niobe ducks. Richards runs to the ropes and bounces back only to get flipped around and slammed onto her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

VASSA: ”That a girl!”

JOHNSON: ”Niobe is displaying her quickness tonight as she counters everything that Richards throws at her.”

Richards rolls around on the canvas in pain as Niobe quickly turns to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. Richards then gets to his feet and just as he does, Niobe leaps from the top rope and does a front flip in the air. She land on Richard’s shoulder, wrapping her legs around his head and flips him over onto his head with a dragonrana. After hitting the move, Niobe reaches back and hooks a leg as the ref drops down for the count…

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

After the count gets broken up, Niobe stands to her feet with Richards head lying on the mat between her legs. She then jumps in the air and comes down, driving both feet into his face. Niobe then grabs him by the head and lifts him up before throwing him to the ropes behind her. Richards hit the ropes and comes back only to get lifted into the air, turned around and driven into the canvas with a powerful spinebuster that rattles the ring.

JOHNSON: ”After a rough few weeks, Niobe is bouncing back tonight as she relentlessly maintains control of this match up.”

VASSA: ”She’s had a few rough patches but the talent she’s displaying tonight proves alone why she is a mainstay in this promotion.”

JOHNSON: ”You said it, Vinny!”

Niobe pops back to her feet as Richards squirms around on the canvas holding his back in pain. She then grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet and maintains a grip on his wrist. Niobe then throws him to the ropes again with everything she has. As Richards bounces off and comes back, Niobe jumps into the air, letting Richards run underneath towards the opposite ropes. As Richards comes back, Niobe drops down to her stomach, letting Richards pass over her towards the ropes again. This time when Richards hits the ropes and comes back, Niobe jumps up and wraps her lefts around his head, flipping him over with a quick frankensteiner. Niobe then runs to the ropes and jumps up, landing on the middle rope and springboarding backwards. She turns her body in the air and connects with a flying legdrop across Richards throat. Niobe then gets back to her feet and walks around the ring with cockiness as Richards slowly comes to and begin to get to his. Just as Richards gets to one knee, Niobe rushes him and connects with a running enzuigiri that nearly decapitates him.

JOHNSON: ”There’s the True Nightmare!”

VASSA: ”Poor Richards, he just can’t catch a break.”

Niobe paces around the ring, pumped as the adrenaline flows through her body. She then walks to the corner and throws both hands on the ropes and flings her head back, looking over the crowd. She then ascends the turnbuckle and turns around at the top, looking over the ring and pausing a moment, taking in the moment. Niobe then jumps high into the air and flips, coming down on Richards and connecting with a 45o Splash. She then hooks his leg with ease as the ref drops down for the count…

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”And there it is folks!”

JOHNSON: ”As if this match wasn’t headed in the wrong direction for Richards from the start, Niobe sealed the deal with the Hallucination to finish him off for good.”

“Nightmare” hits the sound system as Niobe pops up to her feet in excitement as the ref grabs her arm and raises it into the air.

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

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This is a big step in the right direction for Niobe.”

VASSA: ”Oh yes it is and she looked sexy while doing it.”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”I’m just speaking truth! Not only does Niobe have the looks, she also has the skill. She destroyed Jason Richards just now.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while the get the ring cleared and the mess Niobe left in the ring cleaned up.”

The lights goes out, then you hear over the sound system with the lights out. “3…….2……1…..0.. Here comes the Bad Guy” As “Bad Guy” by 3OH!3 starts playing as a spotlight shines on the center of the stage with the rest of the lights off. As Jonathon Thomas Cross walks out under the spotlight with a mic.

CROSS: “By all means, seriously, nice win there chump. But I can do better. You see none of you chumps in the back or around the world never seen the likes of me unless you study my tapes or if I faced you already before. My name is Jonathon Thomas Cross and I’m the Bad Guy. I’m a former muti-time champion, I’m a vet in this business, a legend. So you go ahead think this win is the greatest thing in your career because once anyone steps in the ring with me I’ll end your career. Why? Because I can, and because I’m a bad guy. This time it the bad guys turn to win.”

The spotlight goes off as the lights turn back on as JTC is gone.

VASSA: ”The Bad Guy? I thought Shane Borderland was the Bad Boy?”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe it’s time for a man to take over a boys job? We”ll be right back with some more in-ring action momentarily folks!”

The scene opens as ‘The Main Attraction’, “The Loud-Mouth Vixen” and “The Glasgow Hooligan” are all gathered at the Food Catering area while eating/talking. Mannie’s entree features; French Fries, Boneless Spicy Chicken Strips with Honey Mustard Sauce on the side. Meanwhile Jacinta’s entree is a BLT salad with Ranch Dressing on the side. Then lastly Alec’s entree features; A Jumbo Steak & Cheese fixed with everything including endless Potato Wedges. Although, collectively they were all drinking Pineapple Ciroc.

MANNIE: ”Damn I’m stuffed!”

JACINTA: ”I know what you mean Bae, I can’t fit anymore in me.”

MANNIE: ”Oh Yeah?”

JACINTA: ”You Nasty!”

MANNIE: ”Mmhmm!”

Jacinta leaps up on top of Mannie, who willingly catches her body by grabbing a Assful of momentum to help keep her steady. The couple then shares a tender kiss as Mannie “Shotguns” some smoke into her mouth while doing so.

ALEC: ”I’m trying to eat!”

JACINTA: ”Damn Papi… Me tienes tan jodidamente mojada ahora mismo!”

Jacinta begins to dig her hand into Mannie’s shorts, while palming the back of his head with the other one as she moans “Sweet-Nothings” in his left ear.

MANNIE: ”SHIT, ME TOO! But what you need to be do is worry about your match; So why don’t go get your head into that, while I go put my mines into this PUSSAY!”

ALEC: ”Well fine then Mannie! I’ll be in the Gym getting my mind right, so go ahead and have yourself a good ole time.”

”The Glasgow Hooligan” makes his exit as the kissing ensues between Mannie & Jacinta, who are getting more intense with each other by the moment. However things begin to slow down though, once Jacinta realizes that Alec has left the area.

JACINTA: ”Babe Wait!”

MANNIE: ”What?”

JACINTA: ”Well…”

MANNIE: ”Well What Woman? My dick is hard, I’m pretty sure your dripping too, So what the fuck is wrong?”

JACINTA: ”It’s just that I think we are being inconsiderate of Alec’s feelings babe.”

MANNIE: ”His feelings? Ahhh Shit!”

JACINTA: ”Hold on Babe, just hear me out first…”

MANNIE: ”Mmmhmm…”

JACINTA: ”Look Babe, we’re the only ones that Alec has left to count on but what are we doing instead of being there for him?”

MANNIE: ”Ummm I don’t know about you, but I was ready to go BALLS DEEP In You!”

JACINTA: ”Mmm I was ready for that too but it’s just going to have to wait Babe until we finish helping Alec. Okay?”

MANNIE: ”Ahhh…”

JACINTA: ”I promise I will make it up to you later on…”

MANNIE: ”Shit! Okay but we ain’t going to be taking all day with this right?”

Jacinta hops down from Mannie’s waist before hitting the Vape Pen from Mannie’s hand.

JACINTA: ”Of course not Babe, because all we got to do is work out with him for a little while and then we can get back to us…”

MANNIE: ”You’re right Boo, we should be helping him and I guess this can wait till later on.”

JACINTA: ”Awwww! See I knew you would understand Babe, so let’s get that big butt moving Papi!”

MANNIE: ”Okay Boo I’m coming with you but can I go get my iPod first from my bag please?”

JACINTA: ”Okay Papi but don’t take too long though…”

MANNIE: ”I won’t Boo, I’ll be right back.”

The scene fades as Mannie sprints up the corridor towards the lockeroom area.

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFIER

JESSICA BLACK VS. GABRIEL DEVEREUX

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.

VASSA: ”Here we have another little hot number who made an impressive debut two weeks ago.”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica Black impressed us all with a win over Niobe Martin in her debut.”

VASSA: ”After seeing what Niobe brought to the ring tonight, I think that match between them would be even better now that she has a fire underneath her.”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe we’ll see that again down the road but I would think that after tonight, Jessica would want to climb in the ring with Jacinta Perez seeing that she accepted her open challenge.”

VASSA: ”I’ve heard rumor of this match taking place as we conclude the north-east tour in New York.”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Right now though, Jessica will need to focus on this match as it is a Fright Night Warzone qualifier.”

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.

JOHNSON: ”Speaking of impressive debuts, Gabriel Devereux made an impact two weeks ago as well as he demolished Shooter Grayson in the ring.”

VASSA: ”He looked beastly in the ring and his size gives him the advantage in this match up I believe.”

JOHNSON: ”Size isn’t everything…”

VASSA: ”I’m sure every woman you’ve ever been with has heard that line from you!”

JOHNSON: ”What I’m saying is that size doesn’t always play a factor in these matches. Although he may be a big man, Jessica posses quickness to counter. This should be a good one.”

VASSA: ”I hope it is! With a chance to compete for the South-West Heavyweight championship on the line, these two better be at the top of their game.”

The ref checks with Jessica for the nod and receives it. He then looks over to Gabriel’s corner and receives the nod as well. Taking a step back, the ref throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

The two slowly approach each other in the center of the ring, circling one another, waiting for the opportune moment to make a move. Making the first move, Gabriel reaches forward to lock up with Black but sweeps past her as she side steps him. He quickly turns around and lunges forward again to lock up but misses as Jessica uses her quickness to her advantage. Gabriel then fakes to step one way and as Black side steps, he comes at her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her into the air with a bearhug. Gabriel walks around the ring with Black in his clinches, squeezing the life out of her. Jessice tries to wiggle her way out of the hold but comes up short as Gabriel just overpowers her. She then slaps both hands to each side of his head, popping him in the ears. Gabriel releases the hold and comes at her in a rage with fists of fury. Jessica dodges each blow, one by one before ducking a big right hook. As she pops up, Jessica punches Gabriel in the stomach and then kicks him in the side of the knee, forcing it to buckle as he falls to one knee. Jessica then takes to the ropes and comes back, connecting with a head scissors takedown that rolls Gabriel across the ring.

VASSA: ”You may be right, Steve. Quickness could be key in this match up.”

JOHNSON: ”I know I’m right. You should never doubt my expertise as I have been doing this for a very, very long time.”

Jessica pops back to her feet and quickly moves in on Gabriel who is still down on the canvas. She stomps him a few times in the mid section before stepping back and coming back forward with a kick to the jaw. Gabriel’s head slams into the canvas and in an instant, Jessica shows off for a moment before hitting him with a standing moonsault. The two quickly get to their feet and circle each other again before Gabriel makes the first move. He reaches forward with his right hand but Jessica quickly reacts, grabs his wrist and pulls him down to the mat with a fujiwara armbar. Locking the move in place, Jessica applies the pressure as the ref drops down to check with Gabriel for a submission. Gabriel fights to break free but Black keeps the arm bar in place, fighting with everything she has to keep it in tact. Refusing to give up, Gabriel uses his size to his advantage and rolls over, pulling Jessica along for the ride. Finally getting his arm free, Gabriel gets to his feet where Black is already waiting, ready to attack. Gabriel lunges forward but Jessica counters and flips him over to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

VASSA: ”WOW!!! Did you just see that?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sitting beside you, Vinny. I see everything.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know how she did it, but Jessica flipped the big man over and slammed him to the mat with force.”

JOHNSON: ”That would be the quickness I was telling you about earlier.”

Jessica pops back up to her feet as Gabriel quickly rolls over and pushes himself up. Before getting to his feet, Jessica attacks with a series of punches and kicks. Gabriel manages to stand up but Jessica backs him into the corner as she continues her assault. Out of rage, Gabriel pushes Black back and to the canvas. Jessica rolls back to her feet and as she stands up, Gabriel rushes her with a big clothesline. At the last second, Black ducks the clothesline and steps behind Gabriel. She then wraps her arms around his waist and lifts him up and backwards, driving him into the mat with a German suplex. Jessica stands back to her feet and shows off for the crowd as Gabriel slowly climbs to his. As he gets to one knee, Jessica runs to the ropes and comes back with speed. Just as Gabriel stands up, Jessica comes from behind and jumps in the air, grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming his head into the mat with a one-handed bulldog.

JOHNSON: ”So far Jessica’s quickness has proven to be in her favor. Every time Gabriel makes a move, she quickly counters with a move of her own.”

VASSA: ”It’s rather impressive if I do say so myself.”

With momentum in her favor, Jessica walks around the ring with cockiness. She showboats for a bit, giving Gabriel time to climb to his feet. Once he does, Jessica goes on the attack again and blindsides him with a forearm smash to the side of the head. Gabriel stumbles back a step and then fire back right a right hand. Black throws his arms in the air and blocks the blow and then moves in close, to his side and hooks his arm over hers while reaching across his body to the other side of his neck. She then goes to lift him in the air for a uranage slam. Holding his own and using his weight, Gabriel manages to keep his feet on the mat. He then spins around and throws her across the ring with his arm hooked by her. Jessica hits the ropes and comes back as Gabriel throws up a big boot. Jessica quickly drops to the mat and slides underneath and behind him. She then pops back up to her feet. As she does, Gabriel turns around with another swinging hard right. Jessica ducks underneath and runs to the ropes behind him, jumping into the air. As she lands on the middle rope, she springboards back and spins around, connecting with a roundhouse kick to the back of Gabriel’s head, knocking him to the canvas.

VASSA: ”That’s going to cause a SPLITTING HEADACHE!”

JOHNSON: ”Nice word play, Vinny. Well done.”

Gabriel slowly rolls over to his back as Jessica turns to the corner and quickly runs to it, ascending the top rope. She turns to look back in the ring and holds her arms in the air for a moment, showboating once more. As the crowd sits on the edges of their seats, she leaps into the air and flies across the ring and comes down, connecting with an high impact diving headbutt.

JOHNSON: ”BLACK MAGIC!!!”

Jessica quickly covers Gabriel for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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VASSA: ”She did it! Jessica Black sized up the big man and took him to the cleaners!”

JOHNSON: ”Case and point… size isn’t everything!”

VASSA: ”Keep telling yourself that… little man.”

“Warrior” hits the sound system as Jessica quickly jumps to her feet.

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

She walks around the ring, showboating for the crowd before the ref grabs her arm and raises it in the air.

POWERS: ”You winner by pinfall, JESSICA BBLLAACCKK!!!”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like we have another solid competitor for the Fright Night Warzone!”

VASSA: ”As the qualifying matches go on, this match just keeps getting better and better. I can’t wait!”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica showcased her talents for us tonight as she beat someone almost double her size. That can’t go unnoticed by the other qualifiers in this big match we have coming up at Fright Night.”

VASSA: ”After the big win tonight, she’ll have plenty of momentum behind her as she possibly rolls into a match with Jacinta Perez in two weeks.”

JOHNSON: ”I hope Mannie has been teaching her a thing or two because after seeing Jessica in the ring tonight, she’s going to need all the help she can get.”

VASSA: ”You said it!”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s go backstage for a moment while we get the ring cleared for our next match.”

Gabriel Hartman is posting a poster on the wall as Sydney Hollister walks into the Byham Theater with both of her hands stuffed inside her jacket pocket. Gabriel notices Sydney standing there with a confused look on her face and turns to face her.

HARTMAN: ”Can you help you Sydney?”

HOLLISTER: ”Do I know you?”

HARTMAN: ”My name is Gabriel Hartman. I am the reporter for 4 Corners Wrestling. You seem a little confused. Can I help you with whatever it is you are looking for?”

Sydney looks at Hartman with more confusion on her face.

HOLLISTER: ”I am just looking for the All Stars dressing room. Do you know where it might be located?”

HARTMAN: ”Sydney, do mind me asking you about your debut match here tonight? Are you nervous? Are you scared? do you really know what you are getting yourself into?”

Sydney scrunches up her face while trying to think of a response. Hartman rubs his chin as he waits for an answer.

HOLLISTER: ”I am extremely nervous about this match but I trust my tag partners to be there to watch my back. I am sure everyone is counting me out because of my lack of experience but don’t let this good girl looks fool you. I can be an extremely tough competitor when the chips are down.”

HARTMAN: ”I am pretty sure you will do well tonight. As for the All Stars dressing room, you go down this hallway and make a left. Next, you will make the next right and go down to the third door on the left. That door will lead you right into the All Stars dressing room.”

HOLLISTER: ”Thank you.”

Sydney tucks her head down and walks briskly past Hartman . He looks at Sydney walking away as he lifts on eyebrow up. He continues to watch her walk away as she disappears around the corner.

The scene opens as Mannie has just arrived near his Lockeroom jangling his keys around; but instead of finding his room secure with the door locked, he however found it left wide open…

MANNIE: *Stepping inside the room for a closer look* ”What The Fu-“

Mannie surveys the room as he spots that his Duffle-Bag has been tempered with by somebody, but instead of being too hasty in his searching Mannie however chooses to use more of a cautious approach by grabbing a near-by broom to check the bag.

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*BOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The door slams shut right behind him as Mannie places his guards up. More then likely fearing the worst, Mannie is left wondering who or what is awaiting him when out from behind the door comes Daysi Doll none other then Jett Wilder’s mom and manager and also an acquaintance of Mr. Romero’s as she walks out wearing a pink dress that hugs her curves with basically six inch heels propping her up as she walks towards Mannie across the room with a smile on her face.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Hope you don’t mind me, barging in. Thought I’d come by and say hello.”

Daysi comes closer to him as Mannie has let his guard down a bit, as she walks closer to him seeming to be arching her chest, just enough to press her DD’s more into his focus.

DAYSI DOLL: ”I noticed you had the night off…Thought you may be a little bored.”

Doll is not shy with her stares looking him over before looking back up at him awaiting his answer.

MANNIE: *Nodding slowly* ”Maybe…”

Daysi grins and walks closer to him, getting extremely close to Mannie now but he doesn’t move away.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Can’t help but notice that your little girlfriend isn’t here with you. And you know I was sad at first when you said that you wouldn’t have time for me but sometimes, the wait makes things all the better.”

Doll being a woman who was never the type who was shy; She now turns around pressing her backside against him, before then talking over her shoulder while looking back at him.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Wouldn’t you say the same? “

Daysi rubs up against him, then she turns around to get right in his face as the crowd watches Doll tease Mannie.

MANNIE: *Voice-Cracking* ”So what did you have in mind?”

Daysi grabs his collar and gives her answer in the form of pulling him into a kiss catching him by surprise as there seems to be a momentary resistance from Manner before he eases up as Doll pulls apart from him and smiles as she gets on her knees in front of him as we now only see the very top of her head and Mannie’s upper half as we can hear the sounds of his pants being unbuckled then being slid down as we get a look at Mannie’s face seeming in heaven.

MANNIE: *Singing* “♫Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chaaammmeeellleeeooon, You come and gooooooo♫”

DAYSI DOLL: ”I love it when they squirm…”

MANNIE: *Singing* ”♫OOOOHHHHHHH YYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH♫”

UNDERCARD
GRANITE STATE OF MIND
VS.
THE CARNIVAL

JOHNSON: ”The jockeying for position amongst tag teams in the tag team division continues up next as Granite State of Mind takes on The Carnival!”

VASSA: ”Not really a huge fan of either of these teams but it seems like Mike Harrison and Equinox have been blowing up lately as Jared James and Dexter Wolfe struggle to find their footing.”

JOHNSON: ”4CW takes pride in how competitive their tag team division is. You’re not going to just waltz in here and take over.”

VASSA: ”Either way, you know Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood are back there watching with a close eye.”

JOHNSON: ”They have to be…”

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 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.

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: ”Jared James is letting the rookie half of their tag team get this match underway.”

VASSA: ”And The Carnival is countering with Mike Harrison…”

DIng!! Ding!! Ding!!

Wolfe and Harrison meet in the center of the ring and simultaneously nod heads before locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. Harrison isolates an arm, twists it and pulls it behind Wolfe with a hammerlock. Wolfe steadies his base and reaches for his shoulder before throwing a few back elbows that miss the mark. Harrison secures a tighter grasp on Wolfe and slams him back with a belly to back suplex while keeping the arm trapped behind. Harrison takes a step towards his corner and tags in Equinox. Harrison hooks both and Wolfe’s legs and catapults him towards Equinox. Equinox catches him in the air and drives him down head first with a DDT! Equinox hooks a leg and the ref slides into position.

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JOHNSON: ”Wolfe is reeling early…not a good sign!”

VASSA: ”Equinox is going to be the key to this match. Keep the time in the match short. Hit a series of moves and tag your partner. Quick tags and isolating the inexperienced Dexter Wolfe will be their key to winning tonight.”

Equinox lifts Wolfe to his feet and whips him across the ring. Wolfe bounces back and Equinox leap frogs him. Without spinning, Equinox connects with a mule kick that stops Wolfe dead in his tracks. Equinox turns and grabs Wolfe with a front face lock before driving him down with a twist of fate! Equinox moves towards his corner and tags Harrison back into the match. As Harrison steps in, Equinox climbs out. Equinox grabs the top rope and leaps off, spring boarding into a blockbuster. Once Wolfe hits the canvass, Harrison leaps and hits a standing shooting star press! He sticks the landing and hooks a leg for the cover.

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Wolfe bucks Harrison off just in time.

JOHNSON: ”Wolfe desperately needs a tag!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think Harrison and Equinox are showing any signs of letting Jared James into this match.”

Harrison walks over and tags Equinox back into the match. They notice Wolfe crawling towards his corner and Harrison quickly moves in front of him to cut him off. Wolfe looks up at Harrison standing in his path and leaps up, throwing a wild right hook which gets blocked. Harrison kicks Wolfe in the gut, doubling him over. He reaches down and lifts him up for a power bomb as Equinox slides behind them. On the way down he grabs Wolfe by the shoulders and delivers a double knee backbreaker! Equinox flips Wolfe over and hooks a leg as Harrison turns towards James, inviting him to try and break up the pinfall.

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Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s it? Jared James never even got into the match…”

VASSA: ”If I’m Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood, I’m keeping a very close eye on these two. Another almost flawless victory!”

“Indestructible” by Disturbed cranks over the P.A. system and the ref raises both Equinox’s and Harrison’s hands into the air.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners…Equinox…Mike Harrison…THE CARNIVAL!!”

The scene opens as “The Glasgow Hooligan” & “The Loud-Mouth Vixen” are in the middle of a very intense workout session. Jacinta’s working on her legs/thighs while being on the Leg Machine, Simultaneously Alec is sparring with a fake dummy as he works on his strikes.

JACINTA: ”Who does that Bitch think she is anyways… Daria? Get her some glasses and she’ll be good to Hoe!”

ALEC: ”Now that’s funny!”

Suddenly…

LOUDMOUTH: ”From the east coooooooast! To the west coooooooast! Gotta, gotta, gotta go! True sounds of a revolution! Gotta, gotta, gotta go!”

JACINTA: ”Who the hell is that?”

Both Jacinta and Alec turn their heads – as did the rest of the gymgoers within earshot – to see the source of the noise, frowning as they see Jessica Black skipping toward them without a care in the world, singing to the tune of Agnostic Front’s ‘Gotta Go’ blasting out from her mp3 player through a pair of bulky Beats headphones. She, like they, was set for a little workout of her own, dressed in a pair of red and white striped track pants and a sleeveless Motorhead t-shirt, striking gloves on her hands and her brunette hair tied into a ponytail. It seemed that as she neared them that Jessica was oblivious to their presence, or that she didn’t care much that they were also there.

JESSICA: ”In our hearts and in our souls! Gotta, gotta, gotta go! United we stand, divided we fall! Gotta, gotta, gotta go!”

To her credit though as loud & screamy as it was, her singing wasn’t too bad actually. It was a shame though because she was still disrupting everyone else who were trying to work out.

JACINTA: You got to be fucking kidding me, it’s that wannabe loudmouth Hoe again from Wisconsin! Asshole!”

And it was with that word that Jessica stopped dead on the spot in front of Alec and yanked her headphones down and left them hanging from her neck. She stood there, staring into the large Glaswegian’s hard eyes and then turned to look at the Loud-Mouthed Vixen and then briefly back to Alec.

JESSICA: ”Well… Lookie right here, it’s Suckjob McGee… And Jacinta, my new favorite future victim in the world! Hola Chica! How’s it hanging? Firm and perky I see, me likey!”

Anger shook through Alec as the Violent Glaswegian glared hotly at Jessica.

ALEC: ”What did you say to her?”

JESSICA: ”Hmmm? Oh, sorry…I was referring to her rack. She has a nice set, I’ll admit that. Just can’t help but notice, especially in that top. But what about you? You gotten any smarter last time you glared at me like some angry lumberjack? Those synapses starting to kick in yet?”

Alec growled low at the small woman and was about to start for her when Jacinta stood from the Leg Machine and blocked the Glaswegian’s path, hands on his large chest.

JACINTA: ”Easy, Easy… This right here is my gym, Bitch. So what I want to know is there a reason why you’re here besides staring at my tits?”

JESSICA: ”Ain’t it obvious? I’m here to go and punch a giant sack repeatedly. Gotta keep in good shape if I’m going call to myself second to none, but…you know…tits are also good. Plenty of them around. And speaking of being second to none, I’m kind of disappointed that I won’t be able to prove that to you this coming Adrenaline. And to think that beating you down was to be the highlight of my week. Pity.”

JACINTA: ”Ha! So what fantasy world do you live in that you actually believe beating me down is gonna happen? Wait! Is it the kind with rainbows and Leprechauns?”

JESSICA: ”The kind of world that’s filled with non-stop HLS and heavy metal, actually.”

ALEC: ”Oh Really?”

JESSICA: ”No, not really! Because as awesome as that would be, I deal in reality, not fantasy. And your beatdown at my hands is as real as the sky is blue. Once I step into that ring with you – eventually – there is only one outcome and that’s with my fist down your throat and my foot up that sweet ass of yours. But hey. no hard feelings, okay chica?”

JACINTA: ”How about you go Fuck Off? You know what nevermind, I’m not in the mood for this shit anymore. So let’s go!”

The large Glaswegian leaped up to his feet in one fell swoop from his knees, while managing to keep steady I contact on Jessica Black who couldn’t but laugh to herself from all of the attention. Meanwhile Jacinta & Alec had already gotten halfway towards the door when…

JESSICA: ”Oh Jaaaaaccccciiiiinnntttaaa!”

Both the Loud Mouthed Vixen and the Violent Glaswegian stopped dead in their tracks and turned to face the Lady Gangster, glaring daggers at her as they stood a few meters away from her. The look on Jessica’s pretty face dripped with amusement as she flashed them both a small smile.

JESSICA: ”One more thing… Now I want you to remember chica, if you ever grow tired of that troll you call a boyfriend, then you come a looking for JB, okay? And maybe if you play your cards right then you can finally find out what an orgasm feels like. But until then, Puddin’…”

Jessica then brought one of her gloved hands to her lips as she blew Jacinta a long, exaggerated kiss. An action which, somehow, was laced with mockery for her.

JESSICA: ”I’ll be seeing you!”

The Loud Mouth Vixen threw a look of disgust at her future opponent before she wordlessly gestured The Glasgow Hooligan to come along with her as she walked away from The Gangster. Alec growled low in his throat before he followed Jacinta away from Jessica, who was grinning at him.

JESSICA: ”Good doggy.”

She also took the time to admire the Loud Mouthed Vixen’s ass while they walked away, which then made a appreciative smile emerged from her mouth as she watched the way it moved with every step Jacinta took. Ultimately though, it did not matter if Jacinta actually did take the Lady Gangster up on her offer. It was still worth it anyhow to just troll her like that, because she knew it was going to be funny. But still…with that taken into consideration…she really was more than okay with the idea of getting into that Vixen’s pant’s, because for some odd reason Fiesty Girls made her feel all warm inside. Although as for the chances of it actually happening between them, who really knows? But Jessica still has her hopes up about it.

JESSICA: ”But damn if that girl ain’t hot when she’s mad… And that ASS! Mmmm, it’s so damn mouth-watering!”

Now after being left standing alone among the rest of the gym goers who were minding their own business, Jessica decided to continue forward to the reason she was here in the first place. So while it was fun to mouth off and talk shit to The Loud-Mouth Vixen and her pet beard like that, she really was here to hit a large sack repeatedly. However before she did that though, the Lady Gangster placed her Beats headphones back over her ears and hit that play button on her mp3 player, now blasting the rest of ‘Gotta Go’ into her ears as she skipped happily to the nearest heavy punching bag.

JESSICA: ”Can’t keep touch with you or me! Gotta, gotta, gotta go! Need sense of security! Gotta, gotta, gotta go!”

RANDOM GYMGOER #23: ”OMG…Would you shut the fuck up?!”

JESSICA: ”Ummm, Nope! Want to live my life for me! Gotta, gotta, gotta go! Why can’t they just let me be – Woooo! – Gotta, gotta, gotta go!”

HOWE: “We have Hopkins, Roxi, Dustin James Holt, and Stefan Raab. Not to mention the others who tonight can become Contenders! All coming to the door wanting the belt around Jason’s waist. I need you two to run look out, we need to keep things clean until Fright Night.”

The inside of The House’s locker room is shown. Tidus Howe is talking to NewGen, Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood. The two men who hold the 4CW Tag Team Championships. Hollywood’s eyes roll as Jace replies to Howe’s wishes.

JACE: “Thing is…We have tag teams wanting our spot. Tonight we step into the ring with one of them. We don’t have time to play Protectors to you or Jason Cashe but the man better be out there to carry his weight, that’s all I’m saying. Make that happen Tidus..Let’s go Brian, we got shit to do.”

HOWE: “That’s bullshit! You know he’d look out for you if the roles were reversed. If you had every team coming at you at once he–“

HOLLYWOOD: “He’d what? He’d look out for himself and those he deems good enough to have his loyalty and even then, his history shows his ‘Friends’ get the worst of it in the end…I’m good, you can keep that.”

Pushing past Tidus, NewGen leave the locker room as Jason Cashe comes strolling into the scene. He stands aside as the Tag Champs walk past him and he greets them with no return. Scuffing at their apparent attitudes and not knowing what he did, Cashe enters the locker room to talk with Tidus.

CASHE: “What the hell is their issue?

HOWE: “Looking out for their own….Awww damn, why is he here?”

Cashe turns to see Perry Wallace standing in the doorway to the room. A smile on his face makes Cashe boil in the blood and he instantly has the urge to punch him to the throat. Tidus steps in front of Cashe to put distance between what he knows Cashe is thinking.

HOWE: “How can we help you Perry?”

WALLACE: “I just wanted to stop by and inform Cashe of a new development. Next Adrenaline, he will defend the South West Heavyweight Title against Roxi Johnson. Deservingly so, she has been earned a shot one on one for that Title and will get it. This isn’t removing her from the Fright Night WarZone match but IF she beats you…It will be CASHE who is removed from the Fright Night Main Event.”

A slight laughter from Wallace and Tidus Howe struggles to keep Cashe at bay.

WALLACE: “That’s not all either! Listen to this! From THIS moment until either you lose next show or Fright Night comes along, Jason Cashe cannot. I repeat, CAN NOT Touch any of the Contenders who will be challenging for the Title and they can’t touch you. Frankie says it will build tension, I am in complete agreement. If you do touch anyone of them Cashe, you will be stripped and suspended and I hope you do because while your ‘name’ is a commodity, your contract is exclusive and I would like nothing MORE than to watch you sit at home, not able to fix your ‘Addiction’ because you are unable to perform due to contract. Ha! That would make my YEAR!”

CASHE: “Fuck you punk, how bout I rip open your chest and watch your heart take it’s last beat of life? You wouldn’t be laughing then you bitch!”

WALLACE: “With that in mind…”

Stepping aside out of the doorway, Perry Wallace signals for someone and in comes Stefan Raab. Cashe jumps up and side swipes the hands of Tidus Howe. He hurries up and comes face to face with Stefan Raab, the German Colored Mask with the eyes of a madman piercing through towards Cashe.

RAAB: “You…can’t…touch me…Heh..hehe…hahahaha!!”

”No but I can!!”

Wallace lets out a scream of surprise that is so high pitched, the live audience gets a good chuckle as Shane Borderland dives through the doorway, entering the locker room and tackling Raab from behind. Cashe falls with the tackle but moves out of the way as Borderland begins drilling punches into the back of Stefan Raab. Raab bucks as Wallace hollering like a siren for Michael Salieri to step in and separate the fight. Tossing Borderland to the side, Salieri stands in between the two as Raab pushes to his feet.

WALLACE: “Good! You two want to fight some more? Adrenaline ELEVEN, back in the gold ole South-West. Shane Borderland versus Stefan Raab. No Disqualification. Raab, get out of here…Let’s go Michael and good luck Cashe..you’re gonna need it with your temper!! Haha!!”

Wallace, Raab, and Michael Salieri all leave the locker room. Cashe pats Borderland on the back, thanking him for his actions. They stand there knowing the odds are not in their court as the scene fades back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFIER

KAYLYN JAMES EVANS VS. RAVEN

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have two women who are fighting for a chance…”

VASSA: ”A chance to get decimated in this Warzone match at 4CW’s Fright Night!”

JOHNSON: ”What makes you so sure that neither of these women could do the unthinkable and walk out 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion?”

VASSA: ”Call it a hunch…”

JOHNSON: ”For the winner of this KJE and Raven contest, Fright Night will be one of the biggest matches of their lives. That alone is enough for me to not count either of them out!”

The production crew cuts away from Vinny Vassa and Steve Johnson and opens up to Mike Powers standing with a microphone in hand.

Powers: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Fright Night Warzone qualifying match! Introducing first…weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds…from Brooklyn, New York…The Perfect Ten…KAYLYN JAMES EVANS!!”

“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”

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.

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

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

While having her name announced Raven continued to enjoy her walk down the stairs, all the way to the barrier. The moment she arrived at the barrier Raven looked towards her opponent and smirks lightly. The Englishwoman then grabs the nearest camera, turned it to look at her face and said ”that is my opponent? I’ve seen pigeons more threatening.” Afterwards she lets go of the camera before pressing both her palms down on the barrier and jumping clean over it, easily landing on her own two feet. The raven-haired lady simply walks up the steel steps and onto the middle of the apron, with her front facing the crowd. Raven momentarily glances over her left shoulder to see her opponent and shows a cocky grin as she turns back to face the crowd. Raven slowly unzips her jacket, revealing her upper attire in the process, and purposely throws the jacket on top of the nearest camera before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. The moment she enters the ring Raven’s left hand holds onto the top rope and she leans back as she emits a loud scream. After doing so the female straightened herself out and another grin appeared on her face as she looked at her opponent once again, even daring to say ”I doubt you’ll last five minutes.”

JOHNSON: ”Regardless of what you think Vinny, these two ladies look primed and ready to go! A shot at the South-West Heavyweight Championship hangs in the balance.”

VASSA: ”They’re just setting themselves up for heartbreak…”

The ref signals to the timekeeper to ring the opening bell and calls for the two ladies to meet in the center of the ring and get the match underway.

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

The two women start off by slowly circling the ring, looking for the slightest of openings. KJE, satisfied by what she sees, drives forward with her shoulder into Raven’s midsections and drops her back first onto the canvass with a double leg takedown. KJE transitions into a mounted position and rains down with stiff right hands. Raven takes a few shots but keeps her composure and locks onto KJE’s arm after a wild punch. Raven swings her legs up and looks for a MMA style arm bar which sends KJE into a quick scramble. KJE scoots backwards in a seated position towards the ropes and holds her arm as Raven climbs back to her feet.

JOHNSON: ”Kaylyn James Evans got the upper hand early but didn’t shake Raven’s composure and left herself open for an arm bar…”

VASSA: ”I think Evans was just dealt a little dose of reality. Raven is dangerous inside that ring…perhaps one of the best women on our roster!”

JOHNSON: ”But not good enough to be competing in the Fright Night Warzone match right?”

Raven quickly jumps on KJE and grabs ahold of one of her legs. She tries to pull KJE towards the center of the ring but KJE grabs the ropes. Raven pulls and tugs with no success. She leans forward and KJE catches her off guard with a boot right between her eyes! Raven stumbles back as KJE charges. Raven takes KJE down with a double leg takedown of her own. She stands upright while tucking her arms behind KJE’s knees and clasping her hands together. Raven catapults her opponent while falling backwards, but instead of releasing and sending KJE flying, she keeps control of KJE”s legs and forces her to smash her face into the canvass. Raven then rolls through and folds one of KJE’s legs behind the other while arching backwards and locking in a bridging inverted indian death lock! KJE immediately shrieks and reaches towards the ropes, fortunately only being a fingertips length away. She pushes off of the mat and inches towards the ropes, reaching out again and grabbing ahold of the bottom rope. She reluctantly releases the submission hold and KJE pulls herself out of the ring, looking for a temporary safe haven.

JOHNSON: ”Still no belief in this talented young woman?”

VASSA: ”I will admit that was impressive. But she couldn’t put KJE away…”

Raven slides out of the ring, under the bottom rope and KJE quickly plants a boot into her midsection. KJE grabs Raven by her hair and smashes her head down into the ring apron! She spins her around and comes down across her chest with a knife edge chop. She grabs Raven by and arm and pulls her away from the apron, dropping her down to the arena floor with a short arm clothesline. KJE lifts Raven up and rolls her back into the ring, following right behind her. KJE stands over Raven and watches as she fights to her feet. Raven turns towards KJE and is quickly scooped up, spun around, and slammed down with a spine buster! KJE hooks one of Raven’s legs and tries for the first pin attempt of the match.

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JOHNSON: ”KJE can’t let close pinfalls frustrate her. Stick the course, keep the attack going and she’ll have a good chance of picking up the win tonight and securing a spot at Fright Night.”

VASSA: ”The key is winning without taking too much punishment throughout the match. You’re going to want to go into the Warzone match as healthy as possible.”

KJE watches as Raven pulls herself up to her feet. She relentlessly pounces on Raven, cinching in a side headlock. She wrenches Raven’s head twice before looking to toss her over to the canvass. Raven widens her base by distancing her feet apart from another and prevents the toss. She lays into KJE’s ribs with two stiff forearm shots before pushing her off towards the ropes. KJE bounces back with a standing shoulder block that flattens Raven down to the canvass. KJE spins her leg around and drops it down across the throat of Raven. KJE pulls Raven back as she tries to roll away and hooks her leg for a second pin attempt.

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Once again, Raven kicks out rather easily.

VASSA: ”These pinfalls may seem like no big deal, but every time Raven kicks out, she’s exerting energy that could be better utilized to win this match. KJE is wearing Raven down with these pin attempts, even while knowing the match isn’t quite over!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right Vinny, KJE showing off some great strategy in this match.”

KJE lifts Raven up to her feet and gets caught off guard by a hard European uppercut that knocks her back a few steps. Raven kicks KJE in the stomach, doubling her over momentarily before whipping her across the ring. Raven dips her shoulder down, anticipating her opponent’s momentum, looking for a back body drop. KJE dives over Raven with a sunset flip and pulls Raven back. Raven’s momentum allows her to roll through the sunset flip and pop up to her feet. She quickly drops down with a front drop kick to KJE’s chest that knocks her back down to the canvass. KJE tries to crawl away but Raven pulls her in and tries for her first pinfall of the match.

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KJE shoots her shoulder up off of the mat and instinctively rolls onto her side.

JOHNSON: ”What a change in momentum!”

VASSA: ”That front dropkick hurt me here and ringside!”

Raven and KJE simultaneously get to their feet. Raven turns and sees KJE with her back to her. She drops down and drives her shoulder into the back of KJE’s knee with a chop block! KJE clutches at her knee and begins crawling towards the corner. She turns around while in a seated position and Raven begins unloading with a series of stomps to her chest. Raven pulls KJE up from the corner by her hair, drags her to the center of the ring and then whips her around with a hair-pull toss that earns a lecture from the referee. Raven ignores the ref and keeps her sights on KJE. She lifts her up and holds her horizontally across her chest before tossing her overhead with a fallaway slam! She pulls KJE up again and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. Before she could straighten KJE up in the air, KJE swung back down towards the canvass and surprisingly rolled up Raven with a small package!

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Raven kicks out in just the nick of time! She turns towards KJE who’s on all fours and clubs her in the back with an axe handle smash.

JOHNSON: ”I think Raven is a little disappointed that she almost let herself get pinned with a small package that seemingly came out of nowhere!”

VASSA: ”You have to give it to KJE, that was an impressive counter…”

Raven rolls KJE over onto her back and tucks both of her legs between her arms and her sides. She pulls KJE into the center of the ring and looks out to the crowd with a wicked smile. Raven begins spinning, lifting KJE off of the mat while continuously rotating with her trademark Birmingham Airways swing! The crowd erupts with every revolution, counting aloud before finally stopping at ten and tossing KJE down to the mat. Raven freezes for a moment, dizzy from spinning in circles. She shakes out the cobwebs and lifts KJE back up to her feet. She grabs KJE by the head and swings her down with a STO backbreaker. She swings KJE back up looking for a reverse STO but KJE slides behind Raven and locks in a full nelson. She lifts Raven high up into the air before slamming her down onto her butt and tailbone with the KY Bomb! KJE shoves Raven onto her back and hooks a leg while rolling her lower body up towards her upper body.

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Raven bucks KJE off but after the ref counted three.

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

JOHNSON: ”That was close…did Raven kick out in time?”

VASSA: ”No Steve. The ref called for the bell. This match is over! KJE is going to Fright Night to contend for the South-West Heavyweight Championship in the war zone match!”

“Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps blasts over the P.A. system, barely making Mike Powers’ official announcement audible. The ref grabs KJE by the wrist and hoists her hand up into the air as Raven watches in disgust.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…and moving on the the Warzone match at 4CW’s Fright Night…KAYLYN JAMES EVANS!”

We come to see “The Orgasm Titan” Dante Mephisto returning from injury, as he walks on into the backstage area he can be seen showing off as usual, as he does he accidentally bumps into the juggernaut that is Desmond Crowley.

Crowley already amped up, he turns around from talking with his agent Sherman Stone to see Dante standing before him.

MEPHISTO: “Ah damn big fella, you want to move?”

CROWLEY: “Move it, eh?”

MEPHISTO: “You heard me…”

STONE: “Oh, I wouldn’t have said that if I were you, Mr. Mephisto.”

Sherman says, as he says that Mephisto takes his attention off of Crowley and turns it to Stone, as he does he walks on over to Stone and begins laying into him by poking him with a stern poke.

MEPHISTO: “Wouldn’t have done that, huh?”

STONE: “N… no, I wouldn’t have, Mr. Mephisto.”

As Stone does that, Crowley puts his hand down on Mephisto’s shoulder. Mephisto slowly turns around to face Crowley as he does Crowley takes his hand off his shoulder and crosses his arms in front of him.

STONE: “Thanks, Crowley!”

Crowley nods, as he does Mephisto puts his hand out, Crowley extends his hand and shakes Mephisto hands, as Mephisto turns to leave, Crowley doesn’t loosen his hand shake and whips him in towards him.

As Mephisto quickly comes back towards Crowley, he comes to meet Crowley’s arm. Crowley levels him with a massive short-arm closeline. Mephisto falls back onto the cement floor, as he does Crowley pick him up and places him up over his shoulders and before spinning around and nailing a spin-out fireman’s carry facebuster.

As Dante his the cement flooring, his head bounces off of it, Crowley towers over him, as he does Stone gets in front of Crowley and begins to talk him down, as backstage medics are called upon for Dante who’s entire body begins to shake.

STONE: “Good god Desmond, what have you done?!?!”

Stone says as he gets his client and himself out of the area, as he does the medics can be seen starting to go to work on the seizing Dante Mephisto.

UNDERCARD
HANDICAP MATCH

JAY WILSON & SHOOTER GRAYSON VS. SHANE BORDERLAND

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.

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.

The lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start flickering everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!

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

VASSA: ”Wilson and Grayson are both new comers to 4CW and have flopped since walking in the door.”

JOHNSON: ”I thought Wilson showed a little promise in his debut four weeks ago but two weeks ago, he knocked that thought out of my head.”

VASSA: ”If their first matches in 4CW weren’t hard enough, they have their hands tied with Borderland tonight who has been killing it! I don’t care if this is a handicap match or not, the Bad Boy is going to set the tone!”

JOHNSON: ”Things didn’t quite go his way last week in the Warzone qualifier and I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s still in the back of his head tonight. This is going to be a hard hitting match up.”

The ref walks to the center of the ring and looks to the corner of Wilson and Grayson for the nod. He then checks to Borderland’s corner and receives the nod as well. He then raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell, Borderland bolts out of his corner and bombards the duo with an all out assault. Wilson steps to the plate but gets knocked into the corner as Borderland connects with a killer punch to the chops. He then grabs Grayson by the back of the head and delivers a brutal European uppercut that knocks him into Wilson. Borderland then runs towards the two and connects with a clothesline, squashing Wilson in the corner as well. Borderland then grabs Grayson by the back of the head and slings him down to the canvas in the center of the ring. He then looks back at Wilson and attacks with a lethal combo before kicking him in the stomach and planting his head into the mat with a DDT.

VASSA: ”Shane is looking ferocious!”

JOHNSON: ”After getting knocked out of the Fright Night Warzone, he needs to bounce back big.”

Borderland quickly climbs the corner and waits for Grayson to get to his feet and turned around. Once he does, Borderland leaps from the top rope and connects with a missile drop kick that sends Grayson rolling across the ring and to the outside underneath the bottom rope. Borderland jumps back to his feet and grabs Wilson by the back of the head and lifts him to his feet. He then lifts him into the air and drops him to the canvas with a scoop slam in the center of the ring. Borderland then runs to the ropes, bounces back and connects with a rolling knee to Wilson’s chest. Once back to his feet, Borderland lifts Wilson up again. He pulls his head in between his legs and lifts him upside down and drops to the mat, driving Wilson’s head into the canvas with a hard piledriver.

JOHNSON: ”I thought this was supposed to be a handicap match?”

VASSA: ”Apparently it is, for Jay and Shooter!”

JOHNSON: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

Just as Borderland climbs back to his feet, Shooter rolls back into the ring and attacks him from behind with a double axe handle to the shoulders. Borderland falls to one knee and just as Shooter raises both arms in the air for another, Borderland slings his head backwards and connects with Shooter’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Borderland then gets up and turns around slowly, with a cocky grin on his face. Shooter lunges forward with a right hook but misses as Borderland ducks and side steps him. Positioning himself behind Shooter, Borderland jumps into the air, grabs the back of his head and falls backwards, pulling Shooter along for the ride and driving his knees into his back as he lands on the canvas with a back stabber.

JOHNSON: ”SPINAL TAP!!!”

VASSA: ”Shane isn’t wasting anytime with these clowns tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”I bet Shooter didn’t expect to get hit with that this early on in the match.”

As Borderland gets back up to his feet, he notices Wilson slowly pushing himself up. He walks over to him and slaps him in the back of the head a few times before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. Borderland then grabs Wilson’s wrist and pulls him in, connecting with a hard knee to the stomach, maintaining his grip on the wrist. He then pulls it down and wraps his arm around Wilson’s head and hooks his other arm over his shoulder. Borderland then lifts Wilson up with a suplex maneuver and drops him on his head.

THUD!!!

JOHNSON: ”ELITE VELOCITY!!!”

VASSA: ”Elite ass kicking you mean…”

Borderland then covers Wilson for the pin as the ref drops down for the count with Shooter still laid out across the ring.

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VASSA: ”And that’s all she wrote folks!”

JOHNSON: ”If Shane had something to prove tonight, he did it in that ring as he destroyed Shooter and Jay from the sound of the bell.”

“My Time To Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system as Shane stands to his feet and the ref raises his arm in victory.

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

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall… SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!”

Borderland paces around the ring, looking down at the two with a grin on his face as the music plays in the background and the sounds of the crowd soaks in.

JOHNSON: ”Shane made that handicap match look simple and seems to have enjoyed it.”

VASSA: ”It looks like the Bad Boy is back on track with a big win here tonight!”

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

INTERMISSION

The intro to “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea Ft. Charli XCX starts to play as the theater lights fade down to a green. Fog/smoke starts to pour out of the entrance way as Sativa Nevaeh walks out from the back. She glares at the crowd through half open eyes. A lot of the women are booing and the guys cheer. She stands and poses for about a minute before she heads towards the ring.

“First thing’s first, I’m the realest (realest)

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I’m still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in physics (right, right)

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

Takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back (what?)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Champagne spillin’, you should taste that”

“I’m so fancy

You already know

I’m in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I’m so fancy

Can’t you taste this gold?

Remember my name

‘Bout to blow”

As she climbs onto the ring apron she slinks along the outside before rolling under the bottom rope. She seductively crawls towards the center of the ring where she gets on her knees and leans back, both hands up middle fingers in the air, and screams. She stands up and gets a mic. She stands in the middle of the ring, the picture perfect stoner. A red, green, yellow, and black beanie adorns her head. A tie-dyed top with pot leaf outlines over it, cut off denim shorts and sandles complete the look. To push it overboard she has a hemp necklace, two hemp bracelets, and tw hemp anklets on. After the crowd dies down she lifts the mic up. She smiles then chuckles which shortly escalates into a full blow laughing fit. She gains control again and speaks.

SATIVA NEVAEH: “Sorry bout that. Went to go speak and thought of a couple of the ‘talent’ backstage and couldn’t help it. Now, let me introduce myself. I am Sativa Nevaeh. The Ganja Goddess and the newest addition to the 4CW roster. Now I’m not coming out here to declare myself the best. No. I’s stoned, not stupid like some little kids here. Which I do understand, little boys have to have pissing contests to prove that they are ‘man enough.’ Sad really that a little momma’s boy has such a big attitude. Might be his mommy can console him after he gets his ass beat and ego shattered. I heard that she has a way with men…”

“All jokes aside, I am here now. I am not going to call out the top dogs. I won’t be anyone, else, on blast but know this. You get in my way, which means in a match against me, then I won’t hold back. I will not be intimidated by size, status, or titles. When it comes down to me and you, that’s all it is in my eyes. Me and You. Only one of us will walk away the better. And I will do damn near anything to make sure that’s me.”

“The Goddess has Spoken!”

Sativa drops the mic as “Fancy” starts up again. She holds her hands out and then extenders both her middle fingers. She exits the ring and head backstage, flying twin birds the entire way.

Dustin James Holt is seen walking through the backstage area when Gabriel Hartman bumps into him. Hartman looks at Dustin with a look of fear in his eyes as he throws his hand on top of Hartman’s shoulder.

HOLT: ”What’s the matter Hartman? You look like you just seen an angry baboon.”

HARTMAN: ”I didn’t mean to bump into you Dustin. I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going. Where is your wife anyway?”

HOLT: ”Jenifer is probably applying her makeup back in my dressing room. I just had to use the rest room. Someone forgot to fix my toilet in my personal dressing room. What’s on your mind anyway?”

Hartman fumbles inside his vest while nearly dropping the microphone on the floor. Dustin smacks himself in the face while watching Hartman making a fool of himself.

HOLT: ”Would you like some help?”

HARTMAN: ”Nah, I got this. I got this.”

The microphone falls right onto the floor as it causes a very loud screeching sound. Everyone in the backstage area places their hands over their ears as Dustin just busts out laughing. Hartman finally gets out his little notepad and starts frantically searching for his microphone.

HARTMAN: ”Where did my damn microphone go? Did you see it Dustin?”

Without saying one word, he points toward the ground as Gabriel utters some very harsh profanity towards himself. Dustin continues to laugh.

HOLT: ”You really should have taken my help. Now you are just jacked up. Kind of like my opponents and my own tag team partner. They are so jacked up that no one can help them. Well, maybe I could help them but why would I waste the energy.”

HARTMAN: ”What are you saying Dustin? Are you saying the lone wolf is showing up this week?”

HOLT: ”You better fucking believe it. Stefan Raab made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t trust anyone. Well, he’s not the only who has trust issues. If he doesn’t want to work with me then that is find and fucking dandy. We can just make this match the perfect way to scout for the warzone. Trust me Hartman, The Psycho always rises to the fucking occasion. Roxi and Jair doesn’t stand a chance in fucking hell.”

HARTMAN: gulps ”I hope everything works out for you Dustin.”

Gabriel walks off in a hurry as Dustin throws his arms into the air. After Gabriel disappears around the corner, Dustin just shrugs his shoulders while a sinister grin slowly comes across his face.

HOLT: ”What just happened? Oh well, THE PSYCHO COMETH.”

Dustin walks out of the shot as the camera cuts to commercial.

UNDERCARD
FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFIER

ALEC QUARTERMAIN VS. TRAVIS BLACK

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.

The ref then approaches Mannie and Jacinta and orders them to leave ringside and walk to the back. The crowd ERUPTS in Cheers as both Mannie and Jacinta flip out with anger. Arguing as they move from ring side to the start of the entrance ramp

VASSA: “Aww, why they have to leave, they haven’t done anything! This is crap!”

JOHNSON: “With title implications the referee isn’t wanting any distractions!”

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

“B-B-B-B-BONFIRE!”

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

VASSA: “The size difference, Alec might not need help here. One time he touches Travis could be the end of the match. This could become a destruction!”

JOHNSON: ”We have another Warzone qualifier right here and this is looking to be a good one.”

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago, Alec destroyed Nicole Starr in her guest appearance match that she probably wished she never agreed to.”

JOHNSON: ”I hope he had his fun because tonight, he has a real challenge with Travis Black who has taken 4CW by storm in his short time with us. Despite having one blemish on his record, the man has proven to be a contender in this company.”

VASSA: ”He’ll get to prove if he’s a contender right now but first, he has to get through Alec Quartermain.”

The ref checks in with Alec and gets the nod before looking over at Travis and getting one from his as well. The ref then stands in the center of the ring, throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

The massive Alec Quartermain stands just staring across at Travis Black as the bell sounds off. The referee waves for them to fight but Alec just watches. Travis Black bounces around, shuffling to his right as he looks for the best approach. Not wanting to lock up and measure strength, Black feints in and Alec reacts rushing forward after Travis but he easily evades the beast of a man, ducking under his reaching grapple attempt.

As Alec whirls around, Travis snaps him with a leg kick with no effect. Alec swings wide and barely misses as Travis leans away from the shot. He pops under the missing blow and pops Quartermain with a four punch combo to the midsection. Again to no effect but Travis Black is able to get away as Alec goes to snatch him up.

JOHNSON: “Travis Black is playing a very smart game right now but one has to worry how long it can last?”

Becoming frustrated quickly, Alec Quartermain growls like a big ol’ bear as he swipes at Travis like one as well. Black ducks a right, then a left and runs out of luck as Alec bulldozes forward and crushes Travis Black with a baseball bat clothesline. Coughing in pain as he grabs his chest, Travis is getting back to his feet as Alec lines him up and comes in thundering with each stride and goes for another clothesline but Travis Black ducks it and leaps up onto Quartermain’s back, applying a Rear Naked Choke. It has little to no effect on Alec as he grabs and slaps at Travis interpretation of a human backpack. Fans share a laugh as Alec struggles to get Black off his back.

Finally palming Travis at the stem of his neck, Alec is able to fling forward and slaps Travis overhead and down onto his butt in the canvas. Travis rolls out as Alec tries stomping down into him. He jumps away from Alec as he comes in to grab the smaller man one more time. In the corner with a bottom turnbuckle to his back, Travis upkicks an incoming Quartermain and catches him to the inner thigh. He rams up another kick and it keeps the big man at bay so he does it for a third time. Alec drops down to a knee and Travis lights up in the eyes as he pops up from the corner.

With a single stride forward, Travis Black cracks Alec Quartermain with a popping European Uppercut and the big man goes in a daze. The crowd blows up with excitement as Travis proceeds to hit two more European Uppercuts, leaving Quartermain in a wobble as he kneels on one knee.

JOHNSON: “BOTTOMS UP! Travis Black is rocking Quartermain with not One, not Two, but THREE of his “Bottoms Up” European Uppercuts! Can he put the big man away?”

VASSA: “No! It’s going to take more than that to put him away! Travis needs to do something Remarkable!”

Thinking fast, Travis goes for his “Party Crasher” but Alec Quartermain catches him and throws him back. Travis crashes his back into the corner pads and doesn’t have time to react as Alec Quartermain springs up from one knee and squashes Travis with a heavy loaded Corner Splash. Travis crumbles down but Alec stops him from hitting the canvas. He wraps his arms up and around Travis and launches him from the corner with a huge Overhead Belly to Belly that sends Travis flying towards the center of the ring. He bounces a few times as his arms and legs whip around and slap against the canvas.

VASSA: “Sweet Baby Jesus! What a showing of strength by Alec Quartermain, that looked TOO easy!!”

Hovering over a downed Travis Black, Alec Quartermain looks enraged. He rips Travis off the canvas and lifts him with a Gorilla Press. Extended as high as his arms will extend, Alec turns to show the crowd his control and they greet it with a rain of boos. He nods smiling at their displeasure before turning and walking towards the side of the ring with the entrance way. He launches Travis over the top ropes, his smaller frame going a nice distance with height before he crashes down at the start of the entrance ramp. The life in him seems to have faded as he lays on the outside floor. Alec looks pleased, grinning and nodding as the crowd rips him a new one with boos.

JOHNSON: “That was…That was painful, that hurt something fierce!”

VASSA: “That could be the end, I don’t see Travis moving too much. He might be done..”

The referee reaches 6 on the count for Travis and there has been no movement from him. Alec turns the ref to face him and holds up a finger wanting one minute to get Travis back in the ring. He wants the victory to advance to WarZone as he bounces to the outside through the ropes. Dead lighting Travis Black off the cold floors, Alec carries him across his chest like he’s about to power lift weights. Again Alec puts Travis up in a Gorilla Press and throws him into the ring through the middle and top ropes. Black flops and hits the canvas.

As Alec climbs the steel stairs at the corner, he makes the sign to the referee that this is over. Full of confidence he dips into through the middle ropes and Travis Black with his second wind pops up in a hurry and drives a knee into Quartermain’s forehead. It stuns the big man, Travis takes advantage as Alec hangs in a lean in the ring and hits his “Party Crasher” Codebreaker. Quartermain slips in and flops onto the canvas. The fans erupt as Travis struggles to pull Alec onto his back to make the cover.

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JOHNSON: “Oh My GAWD! That was close! Travis almost had it, he almost had Alec Quartermain beat!”

VASSA: “Almost only counts in Horse Shoes. This is Professional Wrestling and Travis Black is full on heart and determination! There is no denying, this guy makes these people stupid excited but that doesn’t matter if he can’t win here.”

Arguing with the referee, trying to convince him that the count was three, Travis Black pushes to his feet knowing the fight wasn’t yet over. Alec Quartermain slowly begins to rise and Travis breaks into a rush across the ropes, hits them and springs hard off the ropes. Alec falls sideways and lands in the adjacent ropes, pushes off with force and as Travis hits center ring, Alec Quartermain crashes into him with his blasting High Impact Running Shoulder Charge and Travis flops and fumbles as he hits the canvas. His legs slide out under the ropes, half way in, half way out of the ring.

VASSA: “It’s amazing to see a human body whip around like he got hit by an 18 Wheeler!”

JOHNSON: “And Alec is up on his feet, Travis is in some trouble…”

Grabbing Travis by his right arm, Alec Quartermain drags Travis out from under the ropes. In one tug, he lifts Black off the canvas and up on his feet. Quickly he presses Travis above his head with yet another Gorilla Press.

JOHNSON: “Could this finally be the end for Travis Black? If he turns that Press into a Spear, it might be the final bell.”

Dropping the legs down in front of him, Alec Quartermain goes to hit the Spear but Travis Black counters it, using Alec’s own motion to hit a beautiful “Party Crasher” Codebreaker and the arena vibrates with excitement!

JOHNSON: “OHHHHH!!! Party Crasher has Landed AGAIN!! Could this be over!?!”

Quartermain lands limb over Travis’ legs and the struggle to shove him away takes a toll on Travis. He gets Alec onto his back but it possibly took too long as he lays over the mass heap of man. The referee drops and makes the seemingly LONG count.

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Shocked, almost ready to argue again Travis Black pushes up and a sigh of relief comes over him as he remains laying across Alec Quartermain. Out from the back as the fans scream their cheers comes Young Mannie and Jacinta. The fans turn the cheers to boos as they both hit the ring. Travis rolls out at the side, dazed and drained of energy as he smiles at Mannie from outside the ring.

VASSA: “He’s lucky, it’s just luck. Quartermain had him beat, he was done. He got lucky..”

Falling back against the guard railing, Travis Black is covered in hands from fans as he begins to dance some when his music plays. Mannie cursing him as Alec slowly rises still dazed.

It’s just a few hours before the All Stars take on The House of Howe. The Coach is finishing up his pep talk as Sydney is curled up on the couch, Adam is sitting on the steel chair and Aiden is leaning against the wall. The Coach finally finishes as Aiden peels himself off the wall.

SCOTT: ”Tonight, we have the biggest test tonight. The House of Howe have been the top dogs here in 4CW for quite some time. In order for us to get the job done, we must remain completely focused. Do not let them get in your head. We all bring something different to the table. Sydney brings the unpredictability, Adam brings the technical prowess and I bring the power. On our own we are good but together we are great.”

GRANT: ”Aiden is right. We have to take the fight to those three loudmouths. They do not have respect for anyone who can actually defeat them. They spew nothing but the same shit. It’s like I said, they read the same exact script. They may have gotten away with it up till now but we will change their script.”

Sydney sits up while still keeping her arms wrapped around her knees.

HOLLISTER: ”They must not like me. That toothless jerk called me some really bad names. What good am I now? They already don’t respect me.”

THE COACH: ”Sydney, you are the key ingredient that was missing on this team. Aiden and Adam are great on their own but the water are filled with sharks. They could have done well on their own. You are the glue that will keep this team together. Those three jack o lanterns have no idea what they got themselves into this week. The All Stars will prove to the world that The House isn’t as invincible like they say. The House will fold underneath our feet.”

SCOTT: ”You are so right Coach. The House of Howe will fall hard. The house will lose while holding all the cards. The house will realize that WE ALWAYS MAKE IT AN ALL STAR APPEARANCE. Let’s go prove it.”

Sydney springs up to her feet as Adam stands up while following The Coach and their cheerleaders. All three members walk out of their dressing room as the cameras fade to commercial.

CO-HEADLINE
DUSTIN JAMES HOLT & STEFAN RAAB
VS.
ROXI JOHNSON & JAIR HOPKINS

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

POWERS: Making his way down the center aisle, first being accompanied to the ring by his wife Jenifer Holt. Hailing from The Medieval Kingdom, weighing in at 238 lbs, he is one half of The Lords of Violence. Please welcome “The Psycho” DUSTIN JAMES HOLT

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

“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.

Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out 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: From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at 5 feet, 8 inches and weighs in at 208 pounds. He is one-half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIRRR …. HOPKINSSS!!!

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

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: ”This should be interesting. Tonight these four competitors have been paired off in teams but before you know it, they’ll be at each other’s throats in the Warzone match at Fright Night!”

VASSA: ”Makes you second guess everything your partner is going to do in this match. Are they giving it there all? Do they have your back?”

JOHNSON: ”One of these four could be the next 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion!”

VASSA: ”Looks like we’re going to start off with DJ Holt and Jair Hopkins…”

JOHNSON: ”This is going to be good!”

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

The opening bell sounds and DJ Holt charges Jair Hopkins. Hopkins flips Holt overhead and onto his back with a Japanese Arm Drag. Both men bounce off of the canvass and turn towards one another, Hopkins once again flipping Holt with a Japanese Arm Drag! Hopkins stands first and quickly knocks Holt back down with a Spinning Lariat Takedown. Holt rolls out of the ring and leans his back against the security railing while watching Hopkins. Holt smacks himself in the head and climbs up onto the ring apron. Hopkins charges, leading with his shoulder but Holt slingshots himself over the top rope into a forward roll as Hopkins crashes down to the arena floor!

JOHNSON: ”Hopkins took a nice little tumble through the ropes and down to the floor surrounding the ring!”

VASSA: ”And it looks like DJ Holt isn’t going to give him a chance to recover!”

Holt slides out of the ring as Hopkins pushes to his feet. He clubs Hopkins in the back as he’s hunched over. Holt grabs Hopkins by his head and waist and tosses him back first into the security barrier surrounding the ringside area. Holt steps back and allows for Hopkins to stagger away from the barrier. Holt pulls down on Hopkins head while shooting his arm up with a European Uppercut. As Hopkins stumbles back, Holt follows it up with a neck breaker! Holt climbs the apron and rolls in and out of the ring under the bottom rope just to break the refs ten count. Holt focuses back on Hopkins, rolling him into the ring near his teams corner. Holt follows and quickly tags in Stefan Raab.

Raab enters the ring and puts a boot to the ribs of Hopkins as Holt holds him still. Hopkins drops down to the canvass on his hands and knees. Raab latches on with a rear waist lock and lifts Hopkins to his feet before slamming him backwards with a German Suplex! Raab lifts Hopkins back up to his feet and whips him across the ring. Hopkins bounces back and Raab flattens him with a Lou Thesz Press which he follows up with a series of right hands. Raab proudly marches to his feet and looks down at Hopkins as he inches towards his teams corner.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi looks eager to get in this match. She’s standing on the bottom rope and leans over the ropes, looking for a tag!”

VASSA: ”I’m sure Stefan would love another opportunity to get his hands on the heroine of 4CW!”

With his back towards his corner, Raab suddenly freezes after feeling a slap on the back. DJ Holt climbs back into the ring and exchanges a snarling glance with his partner. Raab stares at him for a moment before climbing into the apron. Holt then turns his attention to Jair who still inches his way towards his corner. Holt then stomps on his ankle and then grabs him by the other, pulling it into the air and slamming his knee into the canvas. Holt then lifts him up from the mat and and punches him a few times while holding him to his feet with his other hand. Holt then positions himself behind Jair and lifts him into the air, bringing him down with a hard atomic drop. Jair stands straight up for a moment as the pain shoots down his spine before falling forward. As he does, hold jumps towards him, catches his head and drives it into the mat with a bulldog. Holt flips Hopkins over and tries for the pinfall.

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JOHNSON: ”No! Hopkins manages to kick out!”

VASSA: ”This is what makes this match so intriguing. For most, they’re getting their first looks at one another!”

Holt lifts Hopkins up to his feet and backs him into the corner. Holt gets a good grip on Hopkins arm and whips him across the ring to an opposing corner. Holt follows pursuit instantly. Hopkins makes it to the corner, grabs the top rope and hops over Holt as he charges. Holt turns around and Hopkins lays into him with some chops that isolate his chest. Hopkins steps back and lets Holt stumble out of the corner and right into his BK (Samoan) Drop. Hopkins laid on the mat momentarily before crawling towards his corner. Holt stands and sees Hopkins an arms length away. He dives and grabs Hopkins by a foot and drags him from the corner. Hopkins stands and hops on his lone foot before Holt pulls him in close and tries for a lariat. Hopkins ducks under and waits for Holt to spin around. Hopkins kicks him in the gut, doubling him over, and then drives him head first with an implant DDT! Hopkins sits up and looks over at Roxi who desperately wants to get into the match. Hopkins tags Roxi in and joins her, each grabbing an arm of DJ Holt. They back him against the ropes and whip him across the ring. On the rebound both Roxi and Hopkins hit DJ Holt with a standing dropkick.

JOHNSON: ”A surprisingly well double team from Hopkins and Roxi. Two stiff dropkicks…”

VASSA: ”And now Roxi is looking to scoop up the win!”

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JOHNSON: ”Raab doesn’t look like he’s taking any chances, quickly breaking up the pin attempt from Roxi.”

VASSA: ”He wants it. He wants this match desperately to prove that he belongs in the mix!”

Holt and Roxi both stand up and Roxi takes the initiative. She bounces off of the ropes right towards Holt, this time he lowers his shoulder and flips her over with a back body drop. Roxi lands on her feet and as soon as Holt realizes he bounces himself off of the ropes. Roxi leap frogs Holt and then falls backwards, getting her feet up and flipping Holt over with a monkey flip on the rebound. Holt bounces off of the canvass and as he stands, Roxi turns him inside out with a head scissor takedown! Holt rolls out of the ring under the ropes to avoid any further attacks. He turns towards the ring and Roxi is charging towards him. Roxi dives through the middle and top rope looking for a suicide dive but Holt leaps up and hits her with a forearm smash the curbs all of her momentum and forces her to land on the ring apron. Holt slides in the ring and tags Raab into the match.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi looks like she dove into a brick wall!”

VASSA: ”DJ Holt isn’t an idiot. He knew Roxi was going to keep it coming and he dropped her like a ton of bricks.”

Raab stands Roxi up to her feet on the apron and turns her towards the crowd. He secures a rear waist lock while reaching over the top rope and lifts her back into the ring with a German Suplex! Roxi bounces off of the canvass and into a nearby corner. She pulls herself up and Raab moves in with a combination of hooks and jabs that switch from the body to the head. The ref warns Raab about using a closed fist and he steps back, allowing for Roxi to stumble out of the corner. Raab scoops up Roxi and plants her into the mat with a reverse kneeling piledriver! Raab lays over Roxi and hooks a leg, looking to sneak a victory.

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Roxi kicks out, much to the surprise of Stefan.

JOHNSON: ”That reverse kneeling piledriver looked nasty! Roxi could have broken her neck!”

VASSA: ”Here we go, sing her praises…I’ve been waiting for it the entire match!”

Raab grabs Roxi by her foot and drags her to middle of the ring. Roxi manages to get to her feet and spins herself around, nailing Stefan with an Enziguri! Roxi looks back to her corner and begins crawling towards Hopkins. Holt doesn’t wait for a tag and climbs into the ring, looking to ruin her hopes of tagging her partner into the match. Roxi hears the footsteps and dives to the corner, tagging Hopkins in. Hopkins quickly jumps into the ring a kicks Holt in the gut. He lifts him up and spins him around with his trademark spinning reverse facebuster known as Bread N’ Butter! Hopkins jumps back up to his feet and sees Raab barreling towards him. Hopkins jumps up and sends him flipping through the air with a hurricanrana.

Roxi joins Hopkins back in the ring and the two isolate DJ Holt. Hopkins lifts Holt up with a Powerbomb and holds him up in the air as Roxi moves behind them. She jumps high into the air, connecting with a dropkick to Holts chest, assisting in Hopkins landing a power bomb! Raab charges as the two rise back to their feet and tries for a double clothesline but they both duck underneath it. Roxi and Hopkins each kick Raab in the gut and then the two duplex him over, Hopkins floats into a pinfall as Roxi releases and slides out of the ring.

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Thr…

JOHNSON: ”NO! Raab gets his shoulder off of the mat just in the nick of time!”

VASSA: ”Surprisingly well teamwork being showcased by Roxi Johnson and Jair Hopkins. That could be the difference in this match!”

Hopkins watches as Raab climbs to his feet. He spins around and Hopkins hits him with a leaping high knee! Before coming back down to the mat, Hopkins grabs Raab by the head and transitions from the high knee strike to a bulldog! Raab flops on the canvass near Hopkins’ team corner. Hopkins jumps up to the top rope, looking out towards the crowd. He flips backwards with a moonsault but comes down feet first on Raab’s chest with a double foot stomp! Hopkins hooks a leg and looks for the cover as Roxi runs across the apron and leaps off towards DJ Holt who’s standing ringside, taking him down with a flying clothesline.

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Three!!

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

JOHNSON: ”OMFG for the win!”

VASSA: ”If Hopkins is able to turn it on, he very well could be a favorite to walk out of Fright Night as the new 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion!”

“Ready or Not” by the Fugees screams over the sound system throughout the Byham Theater as the ref holds Hopkins hand high into the air.

POWERS: ”Here is your winners…via pinfall…ROXI JOHNSON AND JAIR HOPKINS!!”

CO-HEADLINE
EXTREME RULES MATCH

JASON SANITY VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK
W/ GUEST COMMENTATOR “YOUNG” MANNIE ROMERO

JOHNSON: ”Folks, we’re sitting here with “Young” Mannie Romero who will be at the booth with us during our next match up.”

VASSA: ”The man of the hour, “Young” Mannie! You’ve been busy tonight to say the least…”

MANNIE: ”Well, you know me! I’m just doing my duties with the welcoming committee and all, you know.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s good to have you at the booth with us tonight, Mannie. You and Havok have been butting heads for weeks now, crossing Mr. Wallace and basically throwing all rules out of the window. Tonight, you get to watch from the outside. What’s going through your head.”

MANNIE: ”A lot of things went through my head tonight! I’m just here now to sit back, call a good match and point out all the flaws to Havok’s abilities and wrestling style. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

VASSA: ”I have to say, I’m impressed with what you pulled off earlier this evening.”

JOHNSON: ”You two can discuss shop after the match. I want to know how you are feeling with the way Havok manipulated his way into a title match with you and then stole the belt with forcing the count from Wallace?”

MANNIE: ”That’s just Havok. He knows he can’t get in the spotlight on his own. He has to force his way into the spotlight. I’m the Main Attraction of 4CW, everyone knows that. Him climbing in the same ring is publicity for him. Things are far from over with us, bet on that. His time will come…”

JOHNSON: ”I’m looking forward to seeing you two get back in the ring again. Let’s get down to business and call this match! Take it away Mike Powers!”

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.

“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.

MANNIE: ”Look at this chump!”

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago Sanity came up a little short in the Warzone qualifier with Jair Hopkins. It was an impressive match to say the least. Tonight, he gets to take a walk on the wild side and test his limits with nothing holding him back.”

VASSA: ”EXTREME RULES BABY!!!”

MANNIE: ”And I guarantee that Havok still wrestles like a punk, scared to let loose and fight man to man. He needs to bend the rules to his favor, even if there aren’t any to bend. He’ll try his best to manipulate the outcome of this match.”

VASSA: ”You seriously don’t like him, do you?”

MANNIE: ”Come on, Vinny! You seriously have to ask me that? And look at this guy! Christopher Salieri is a disgrace to the referee profession. He cost me a match with The Red Pioneer. It all worked out in the end with him, I haven’t seen him back around the way.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s unfortunate if I do say so myself. Anyway, it looks like the ref is ready to get this match underway.”

The ref takes the championship from Havok and hands it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. He then checks with each corner and gets the nod before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the chime, Havok and Sanity rush towards each other, colliding in the center of the ring. Havok throws a right punch but gets blocked by Sanity who then pushes him back and follows up with a roundhouse kick that knocks Havok off his feet. Sanity quickly goes on the attack and stomps on Havok while he’s down. Sanity then drops a knee across Havok’s shoulder before standing back to his feet and sizing up the situation. Havok rolls over to his stomach, holding his shoulder for a moment as he pushes himself up with one arm. Before he can get to his feet, Sanity grabs him by the head and pulls him in quickly, driving his knee into Havok’s chest. Sanity then lifts him back up to his feet and locks him in a headlock for a few moments before flipping him over to the canvas with a snapmare.

VASSA: ”Jason Sanity is getting off to a quick start against the champ tonight!”

MANNIE: ”The REAL champ is right beside you, Vinny, don’t forget.”

JOHNSON: ”If my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, I believe Havok came down to the ring with the Extreme championship around his waist.”

MANNIE: ”It will be back home where it belongs before too long.”

With Havok sitting in the upright position and his back facing him, Sanity hooks a chin lock and drives his knee into Havok’s back. Havok fights to break free for a few moments but fails, before Sanity release the hold and drives his head face first into the mat. Sanity then grabs Havok by the back of the head and lifts him to his feet. Out of nowhere, Havok swats Sanity’s arms away and kicks him in the stomach. Havok then sets his feet and flips Sanity over to the canvas with a snap suplex. Sanity quickly pops back up to his feet but gets met with a hard right to the side of the head that knocks him back a step. Havok then wraps his arms around Sanity and goes to lift him up for a suplex. Sanity hooks his leg into Havok’s and keeps himself down to the canvas. He then grabs a hold of Havok and lifts him up and over with a belly to belly suplex, driving him into the mat.

MANNIE: ”Damn! You’re going to have to do better than that, Nate!”

As Sanity stands to his feet, Havok pushes himself up in a rage and rushes him. Sanity takes a few steps back before Havok lunges forward with a clothesline. Sanity ducks the blow and Havok goes right past him, flipping up and over the top rope to the hard floor on the outside. Havok slams to the floor and rolls into the steel barricade at ringside. Sanity then steps out onto the apron and hops down to the floor as the fans at ringside begin to get loud in anticipation of the extreme rules contest. Havok pulls himself up using the barricade but gets surprised as Sanity slams a forearm over his back. Sanity then grabs him by the head and pulls it up before slamming his face down into the top of the barricade. Havok falls over to his side as the crowd gets electric…

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

JOHNSON: ”The crowd is ecstatic!”

VASSA: ”Once things go to the outside in these matches, it gets violent. EVERYONE LOVES VIOLENCE!!!”

Sanity picks Havok back up to his feet and throws him into the ringside steps. Havok crashes through, knocking them over in the process. Sanity then walks over and lifts a piece over his head, holding it up as he looks over the crowd waiting on the edge of their seats for his next move. As he turns his attention back to Havok, he gets surprised with a hard punch to the stomach. Sanity drops the piece of steps and it falls down in between him and Havok, slamming of his foot. As Sanity stumbles backwards from the impact, Havok runs at him and pushes him back first into the barricade. As Sanity crashes into it, the fans pop with cheers. Havok then grabs a piece of the ringside steps and holds it up before running towards Sanity and slamming it into his mid section. Havok then tosses the steps aside and opens up with a series of punches to Sanity’s head. One after the other, Havok connects with hard rights until he puts Sanity to the floor. He then grabs onto the top of the barricade for leverage and begins stomping on Sanity and then begins to choke him with his foot while using the barricade to his advantage.

VASSA: ”About damn time things got headed in this direction!”

JOHNSON: ”I do have to admit, I am a little surprised it took us this long to get into the extreme element.”

MANNIE: ”Of course, Havok’s fighting like a bitch! Go figure…”

JOHNSON: ”What do you mean? There aren’t any rules.”

MANNIE: ”EXACTLY!!! So get your damn foot out of Jason’s face and beat the shit out of him! It’s like these dude’s have a foot fetish or something.”

VASSA: ”Did Daisy have any fetishes you want to tell us about?”

MANNIE: ”The bitch is old but she got some mean ass lips.”

VASSA: ”Do tell!”

Havok pulls his foot away from Sanity’s throat as he quickly fights for fresh air. Havok then kicks him in the stomach before lifting him to his feet. Havok grabs him by the arm and throws him into the ring apron, slamming his back against it. Wasting no time, Havok lunges at Sanity to lock up but gets counted as Sanity leans forward and steps into him, lifting him up into the air and running with him in his grasp. Sanity slams Havok’s back into the barricade with force. Havok release a loud yell as the pain shoots over his body. Sanity then drives his knee into Havok’s side a few times before turning him around and lifting him up, only to drop him across his knee with a huge backbreaker. Wasting no time, Sanity lifts him back up and drags him around the outside of the ring by his hair. Approaching the announcers booth, Sanity waves for someone to get out of their seat. Quick to help, Mannie stands to his feet and lifts his chair up, folding it as well before placing it on top of the booth. Sanity then throws Havok into the announcers booth, sending him rolling into it with a thud.

JOHNSON: ”WATCH OUT!!!”

VASSA: ”And I didn’t think our seats could get any better”

JOHNSON: ”Speak for yourself. Mannie gave his seat up.”

MANNIE: ”Anything to help! The man looked like he was wanting a chair, so I thought it was only fitting to offer mine.”

Sanity grabs the chair from the booth and nods at Mannie before pulling it over his head and striking down on Havok with a full swing.

CRACK!!!

Sanity then throws the chair into the ring and turns back to Havok, who is barely coming to after having his bell rung. He then grabs Havok by the hair and jerks him to his feet. Sanity delivers a couple of hard closed fists before grabbing Havok’s head and slamming it down onto the announcers booth. Not releasing his grip, he drags Havok’s face across the booth and throws him to the side. Taking quick notice, a member of ringside crew sitting by the booth with the championship, jumps out of his seat and moves out of the way but leaves the title behind. Havok crashes into the chair as it falls over onto his body. Sanity then walks over him and stares down at the championship lying beside his head. Sanity then lifts Havok up once again and pushes him into the barricade. He then picks up the championship and tosses it to Havok. As Havok catches, Sanity jumps into the air with a standing drop kick. At the last second, Havok leans back and barely dodges the attack as Sanity falls to the floor. Quickly looking up, Sanity catches a face shot with the title from Havok who drives his body into it with momentum. Sanity falls back to the floor as Havok lands beside him.

MANNIE: ”Oh shit!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a good thing we’re on HBO and not network TV.”

VASSA: ”You can say that again! I love being able to say whatever the hell we want without worrying about getting slapped on the wrist.”

The two begin to slowly get to their feet. Making it to his feet first, Havok grabs the championship and rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Sanity climbs to his feet, shaky from the head shot. Noticing that Havok is still slow to get up in the ring, Sanity rolls inside himself. The two finally stand to their feet at the same time and turn to each other, standing on opposite sides of the ring. Havok quickly rushes Sanity with the belt in hand and takes a swing for the fences. Sanity side steps him and takes him down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. As Havok falls forward, his face slams into the championship as he crashes to the mat. Sanity then turns to the corner and quickly ascends to the middle rope. He turns around, facing the ring, and jumps from the second rope, hitting Havok with a knee drop to the forehead just as he rolls over to his back. Sanity then covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

MANNIE: ”Son of a bitch…”

JOHNSON: ”ALMOST!!!”

VASSA: ”I thought that might have been it after Havok’s slip up right there.”

Sanity quickly gets back to his feet, wasting no time after the kick out. Noticing the chair in the ring behind him, he pulls Havok up to his feet. He then lifts Havok into the air for a suplex. Once vertical, Havok slips out of the hold and falls to his feet behind Sanity. He then wraps his arms around Sanity’s waist and lifts him up, driving his back into the chair with a German suplex. Havok then pops back up to his feet as Sanity holds his back in pain. Havok then grabs the championship and runs to the ropes. Bouncing back, Havok jumps into the air, places the championship underneath his thigh and connects with a leg drop across Sanity’s face. He then quickly covers as the ref drops down for the count…

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MANNIE: ”BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, HAVOK!!! HAH!!!”

VASSA: ”You’re really getting into this now, aren’t you?”

MANNIE: ”Maybe. I need to take a seat though. My encounter with Daisy has me a little weak in the knees if you know what I mean.”

VASSA: ”Yes I do!”

JOHNSON: ”We have an empty chair lying here beside the booth if you want it, Mannie.”

MANNIE: ”I’m good man, I’m just going to make myself comfortable right here on the booth.”

Havok looks up at the ref in a fit as he pushes himself up, driving his hands into Sanity’s face and chest. The two exchange words for a moment, as Sanity slowly begins to come to. Havok then turns back and notices before stepping away from the ref and grabbing Sanity by the back of the head. Havok then pulls Sanity’s head in between his legs and bends over to hook his arms underneath Sanity’s to grab his legs.

JOHNSON: ”It might be time for the Reign of Terror!”

MANNIE: ”Not if I can help it!”

Mannie throws his headset down on the booth and quickly runs to the side of the ring Havok is facing. He slaps the apron a few times, grabbing his attention. Havok looks up and in a split second, Sanity pulls his arms out from being hooked in Havoks and lifts him up be the legs and slams him down to the mat. Sanity then grabs his legs and locks them together, before rolling Havok over and sitting on his back with a Texas Cloverleaf applied.

VASSA: ”UH OH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Sanity has the Crying Game locked in! This might be it!”

Sanity applies the pressure as Havok yells in pain, fighting to break free. The ref drops down to check for the submission as Mannie goes wild on the outside of the ring, slamming his fists to the apron. A few moments pass as Havok grows tired, failing to break free. Sanity continues to crank down with the move before Havok finally slams his hands to the canvas repeatedly, tapping out.

VASSA: ”Havok tapped! Havok tapped!”

The ref quickly pops to his feet and signals for the bell…

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

Sanity releases the hold and stands to his feet as Mannie becomes overtaken with joy by the outcome. “Come With Me” hits the sound system as the ref raises Sanity’s arm in the air.

POWERS: ”You winner by submission, JASON SSAANNIITTYY!!!”

JOHNSON: ”SANITY HAS DONE IT! He’s won it!”

VASSA: ”He can thank Mannie for the distraction.”

Sanity walks around the ring with his arm in the air as Havok slowly begins to regain himself. Mannie yells in the ring at Havok who looks up at him with displeasure.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago Mannie laid Havok out and tonight, he’ cost him a match with an untimely distraction.”

VASSA: ”This war between these two is far from over.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks. We’ll be right back with some more action momentarily.”

MAIN EVENT
SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH

ALL STARS
VS.
HOUSE OF HOWE

“Stepped On My J’z” by Nelly hits the sound system as the two cheerleaders come walking down the aisle, while hanging their pompoms together.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred thirty six pounds, the AALLLL SSTTAARRSS!!!”

They stop midway down the aisle as Sydney Hollister, Adam Grant and Aiden Scott are seen walking down the aisle one right behind the other as The Coach follows them as they get up onto the ring apron from different ways. Adam jumps into the ring and Aiden steps over the top rope. They hold the ropes open for Sydney as they pose for the crowd together. Sydney and Adam hop up onto the turnbuckles as Aiden stands in between them.

VASSA: “The All Stars are in for a fight! Their opponents are not other sport athletes, they came into Professional Wrestling first and The House has Championships around their waist for that reason. They are the cream of the crop in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: “At least for now but All Stars want to etch their own names into the echelon of this promotion. The future is up for grabs!”

“Rock The House” plays and Tidus Howe steps out from the back with a microphone in hand. Holding up an open palm in the direction of the ring and at Mike Powers who stands ready to introduce The House members.

HOWE: “Take a seat Powers, I’ve got this…”

Turning so he can see the entrance way, Tidus Howe stands on the stage of the ramp and makes the first introductions for The House.

HOWE: “Introducing First! Jace Savage, Brian Hollywood…The 4CW TAG TEAM CHAAAAMMMPPIOOONNS!! 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. Jace pats Tidus on his outside shoulder as they both remove the Tag Titles from around their waists. Lifting the belts up high, the Tag Champions head down the ramp. They stop again at the start of the ring side area, staring into the ring at their opponents.

HOWE: “Next up, it is my pleasure to Introduce the TWO Time 4CW South West Heavyweight Champion…”THE CHOICE OF INFLUENCE” JAAAASSSOOON CAAASSSHHE!!!”

“Cashin Out” (Cashe Remix) plays the first few chords of the song as Jason Cashe hops out from behind the curtain. His South West Championship strapped tight around his waist as he bounces a few times hyping the crowd with raising arms. They cheer loudly as Tidus Howe claps for the Champion. Cashe quickly ghost punches Tidus before the two clap a handshake and Cashe steps to where the ramp begins to descend to the ring.

He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan with a closed fist, hurries to remove his championship and roars out to the crowd ferociously as he lifts it high above his head. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. As he heads down to the ring, Cashe stands in between Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood, one on each side of him. Cashe is nodding ready for war and turns to Hollywood looking to “toast” their belts and Hollywood claps his Tag Belt against the South West. Cashe turns to Jace and does the same.

JOHNSON: “A Champion’s Toast! This should be an amazing contest!”

The three members of The House move out, Brian Hollywood heads to the right and rounds the ring. Jace takes the left side and Jason Cashe moves forward and leaps up, catching the ropes and standing on the ring apron outside the ropes. Both Hollywood and Savage enter the ring as does Jason Cashe as each member of the All Stars look on ready for the challenge in front of them.

VASSA: ”I can already feel the electricity flowing through the theatre.”

JOHNSON: ”This is a big match for the All Stars as they get to compete with two thirds of the championship share of 4CW.”

As each corner designates someone to start the match, everyone climbs onto the apron except for Savage and Scott. The ref checks with each to see if they are ready, receiving a nod from each corner. He then waves his hand in the air, signaling for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound, the two quickly walk to each other and stare into the others eyes. They then lock up in the center of the ring. Fighting in a test of strength, Scott takes control and quickly locks Savage in a headlock .After holding it for a moment, Savage pushes him away and sends Scott to the ropes. As he bounces back, Savage knocks him to the canvas with a shoulder block. Scott quickly pops back up and pushes Savage back a step. The two then lock up again in the center of the ring. This time, Savage takes control and knees Scott in the stomach before hooking a headlock on Scott. Using his size to his advantage, Scott lifts Savage up and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. He then gets back up and stomps on Savage’s lower legs a few times before lifting him back up to his feet. Scott then lifts him in the air and drops him back down with a side slam that rattles the ring. He then mounts himself on top of Savage and hits him with a few closed fists to the head before standing up and taking a step back.

VASSA: ”We were talking about size earlier, well Aiden sclearly has the advantage in this match and is using it well.”

JOHNSON: ”I just said it wasn’t everything earlier.”

Scott looks on as Savage climbs to his feet. Out of nowhere, Savage rushes him and attacks with a combination of punches, backing him to the ropes. He then grabs Aiden by the arm and goes to throw him to the ropes, Aiden reverses and Irish whips him to the ropes. As Savage bounces off the ropes and comes back, Scott runs forward and almost knocks his head off with a high impact clothesline. As Savage rolls over in the center of the ring, Scott walks over to his corner and slaps hands with Grant, tagging him in. As Grant enters the ring, Savage makes it to his feet and rushes towards his corner, tagging Hollywood in. Wasting no time, Hollywood enters the ring as him and Grant collide in the center and exchange blows. After hitting each other a few times, Grant throws a hard right but Hollywood blocks it. He then kicks Grant in the stomach and drops him to the mat, driving his head into the canvas with a quick DDT. Hollywood gets back up and stomps on Grant’s head a few times before kicking him in the side, rolling him over to his stomach. He then climbs on Grant’s back and grabs both legs, locking in a Boston crab.

JOHNSON: ”This could be trouble…”

VASSA: ”WATCH OUT!!!”

As Hollywood pulls back, leaning with his body, Scott enters the ring and knocks him off with a big boot to the face. The ref quickly pushes Scott back to his corner as the House goes crazy on the apron. Meanwhile, Grant gets to his feet as Hollywood gets up in his corner. Suddenly, Cashe reaches over the top rope and slaps Hollywood across the back, sending a loud sound cutting through the noise of the crowd. The ref quickly turns and recognizes the tag as he gets his head back into the match. Hollywood turns around, surprised by the unexpected tag. Cashe springboards over the top rope and enters the ring as Hollywood slowly walks to the corner and climbs onto the apron. Cashe quickly rushes Grant but gets stopped in his tracks with a dropkick out of nowhere. Cashe hits the ropes and bounces back only to trip over Grant as he is getting back to his feet. The two roll away from each other and get up at the same time. Grant moves in quickly and grabs Cashe, picks him up and slams him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. The two quickly get back up, Grant first. As Cashe stands up, Grant moves in with a quick spin and hits Cashe with a swinging neck breaker.

JOHNSON: ”Grant is showing good signs against the South-West champ.”

VASSA: ”I’ve been rather impressed with the All Stars since they stepped onto the scene. They have flash, They have power and they have sex appeal!”

Grant then picks Cashe up from the mat and throws him to the All Stars corner. As Cashe slams into the turnbuckle, Sydney and Scott grab each of his arms, holding him in place. Grant then rushes the corner and connects with a clothesline that squashes Cashe into the turnbuckle. Grant then slaps hands with Sydney, tagging her in. He holds Cashe in place as she enters the ring before stepping to the side and letting her take control. As he exits to the apron, Sydney grabs a hold of Cashe and flips him over to the canvas with a snap suplex. As she gets back to her feet and stands over Cashe, she gets taken off her feet as he grabs her leg and pulls it out from under her. Cashe then climbs on top of her and attacks with gorilla styled clubs. He connects with her head a few times before delivering one hard one to her chest. Cashe then stands to his feet and grabs her by the hair, pulling her up as well. Cashe grabs her by the back of the head and pulls it in as he swings and connects with a hard European uppercut. As Sydney stumbles back, Cashe grabs her arm and pulls her in. He then lifts her up and takes her down with a release T-bone suplex. Cashe then lifts her up again and throws her to the House corner. As she approaches, Savage leans in and connects with a punch to the side of her head. She stumbles back a step but gets pushed from behind by Cashe as runs into her, throwing her into the corner. Cashe then looks at Savage and slaps him across the chest, tagging him in. The two looks at each other awkwardly for a moment before Cashe climbs to the turnbuckle and Savage enters the ring.

VASSA: ”I don’t know whether there is tension between Cashe and New Gen or if they’re just tagging in and out like this to pump the other one up.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s only been Cashe slapping people in and out so maybe he’s just trying to light a fire up under their asses.”

Savage pulls Sydney away from the corner with her back facing him. He grabs her around the waist and lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. While up, Sydney flips over Savage and lands on her feet. She then steps in beside him and drops him to the mat with a three quarter facelock Russian leg sweep. She quickly pops to her feet and runs to the ropes and comes back with a fast drop kick to the side of Savage’s head. Sydney stands up and grabs Savage by the head and pulls him up to his feet. She then throws him to the ropes. As Savage hits them and bounces back, Sydney jumps in the air and wraps her legs around his head, flipping him to the canvas with a head scissors takedown. Sydney then runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Once on the top, she jumps into the air and comes down with a corkscrew elbow drop, connecting with Savage’s chest. As Savage rolls around the ring, holding his chest, she turns to her corner and tags Scott back in.

VASSA: ”Sydney Hollister is showing some great potential in the ring tonight… as well as beauty!”

JOHNSON: ”Dangit, Vinny! You need to look past the looks of these talented 4CW women.”

Scott slowly approaches Savage and pulls him up from the mat. He then positions himself behind him and locks in a full nelson before lifting him into the air and slamming him onto his knee with a powerful back breaker. Scott then covers Savage for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TWO

From the other side of the ring, Cashe runs in and breaks up the pin with a double axe handle across Scott’s back. The ref quickly pops to his feet and pushes Cashe into his corner and orders him to exit the ring. Scott gets back up and shakes his head for a moment before pulling Savage back up. He then sets Savage up and drives him into the mat with an STO. Scott jumps back up and quickly runs to his corner and tags Sydney back in. As the two slap hands, she climbs the turnbuckle and leaps from the top rope, coming down and connecting with a high impact leg drop across Savage’s throat. She quickly gets back to her feet and rushes to the corner and slaps hands with Grant, tagging him in for a taste of some action. Grant enters the ring and quickly grabs ahold of Savage and pulls him back to his feet. He then locks up with Savage but gets the wind knocked out of him with a surprise knee to the stomach. Savage then throws Grant to the corner of the House. As Grant slams into the turnbuckle, Savage is right there behind him to greet him with a clothesline., knocking him down into the sitting position. Out of nowhere, Cashe reaches into the ring and slaps Savage across the face, initiating a tag recognized by the ref.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!! Cashe is going to piss his team off if he keeps acting like that.”

Savage stares at Cashe with frustration in his eyes. Cashe enters the ring and the two exchange a few words before Savage climbs onto the apron. Cashe then stands in front of Grant in the corner still down and grabs the ropes with each hand. He then stomps repeatedly to his mid section before taking a step back. Cashe then grabs each of his feet and pulls him away from the corner to the center of the ring. Holding each of his legs up, Cashe kicks him in the thighs a few times before delivering a distasteful low blow that catches the refs attention. The ref quickly pushes Cashe away and warns him about the move. Cashe then moves past the ref and runs towards Grant who is still down. Once close, Cashe jumps into the air and comes down, connecting with a headbutt. Cashe then does a few pushups before climbing to his feet. He grabs Grant by the back of the head and throws him to the corner of the All Stars. As Grant collides with the turnbuckle, Cashe taunts them, wanting them to make a tag. Scott then tags himself in and climbs into the ring as the crowd pops with cheers and Cashe gets excited. Scott quickly rushes Cashe and hits him with a huge right hand that knocks him back a step. He then runs forward and knocks Cashe down to the mat with a shoulder block. Cashe quickly pops back to his feet but gets met with another hard right from Grant, and another and another. Grant then lifts Cashe into the air and holds him over his shoulder. Her stands there for a moment with Cashe up in the air before dropping him down with a shoulder breaker across his knee. Cashe flips over to his back as Grant slowly stands to his feet. He then grabs Cashe by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet. After standing him up, Grant takes a step back and then lunges forward with another high impact clothesline. At the last moment, Cashe ducks and steps behind him, grabbing the back of his head and dropping him to the mat with a jumping back to back cutter.

VASSA: ”THE UTI!!!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s deadly with that move as he can hit it out of nowhere!”

Cashe then covers Scott for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

The All Stars quickly enter the ring and rush to break up the pin only to get stopped before doing so as New Gen meets them in full force.

TWO

The four throw blows at each other as the ref continues the count…

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s it! The House has won it!”

With a fight going on behind him, the ref gets to his feet and quickly breaks it up, pushing New Gen away and using himself to separate the four from ripping each other apart. Cashe climbs to his feet and calls them off, telling them to stand down as “I Play You Lose” hits the sound system.

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

POWERS: ”The winners, by pinfall… New Gen Rising, Jason Cashe… The HHOOUUSSEE OOFF HHOOWWEE!!!”

Cashe walks over to his teammates and exchanges a few words as tension appears to be rising within the ranks. The All Stars collect themselves and help Scott to his feet before exiting the ring. The six keep their eyes locked on one another before Cashe turns around and slaps both Savage and Hollywood on the chest, congratulating them on the victory.

JOHNSON: ”There he is again, slapping his partners. Honestly, they don’t look too thrilled with it.”

VASSA: ”You never know what to expect when it comes to Jason Cashe. I’ve learned that over the years.”

JOHNSON: ”Aside from the ending, The All Stars showed up for a fight with two thirds of the 4CW champions.”

VASSA: ”Neither of the All Stars compete in singles but they have their sights set on the Tag Team titles.”

As Cashe and New Gen exchange words a little more, out of nowhere, Savage shoves Cashe.

JOHNSON: ”What do we have here?!?!”

VASSA: ”Apparently Jace is displeased with the way Cashe has been in the ring tonight towards them.”

Hollywood quickly jumps in between them and keeps them apart as they yell back and forth at one another. From the top of the ramp, Tidus Howe runs down to ringside and slides in. He quickly separates the three and yells at the top of his lungs.

VASSA: ”Is there trouble in the house hold?”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll have to wait and see. It looks like Howe has got them under control right now and we’re just about out of time.”

VASSA: ”Already? DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s it for tonight folks. We’ll see you in two weeks as we invade New York for the next 4CW Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Wassa. Good night!”

As the four talk it out in the ring, the All Stars look on from the ramp, waiting for a weakness to reveal itself, possibly an implosion take place. Howe separates the three to separate corners and stands in the center of the ring, shaking his head in disgust as the scene slowly fades out.