ADRENALINE E10 (019)



ADRENALINE E10 (019)
RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL [NEW YORK, NEW YORK]
SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2014

UNDERCARD
SATIVA NEVEAH VS. DESMOND CROWLEY

Crowley waits in the ring to open the show as the fans wait patiently for the show to begin.

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gents to another 4CW Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!”

JOHNSON: ”Sorry for the delay, folks. We’re running a little behind schedule so we’re going to jump right into our first match.”

VASSA: ”We have two new signees making their debuts tonight. Desmond Crowley will be taking on Sativa Neveah.”

The intro to “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea Ft. Charli XCX starts to play as the theater lights fade down to a green.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Kingston, Jamaica, weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is the “Ganja Goddess”, SATIVA NNEEVVEEAAHH!!!”

Fog/smoke starts to pour out of the entrance way as Sativa 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.

JOHNSON: ”For those of you who missed us two weeks ago, that’s Sativa Neveah. She made her debut on the mic and tonight she will make her debut in the ring.”

VASSA: ”I can’t complain, another lovely face… I’m in heaven!”

The ref checks with Desmond for the nod and receives it before checking in with Sativa to receive the nod. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

Desmond charges out of his corner and rushes towards Sativa. He swings with a powerful clothesline but misses as she ducks it and steps out of the way. Desmond swings with another powerful clothesline and comes up short again as she ducks out of the way and side steps him. Sative then delivers a quick dropkick to his knee that forces it to buckle. Desmond falls to one knee and Sative runs to the ropes and comes back with a running bicycle kick to his head, knocking him over to his back. Desmond rolls over and pushes himself up as Sativa already awaits. She attacks with a couple of fast kicks to his stomach, trying to keep the big man down. Desmond brushes them off and stands to both feet. Sativa runs at Desmond and ducks a big swing and hits the ropes behind him. She bounces off and comes back with a flying body splash only to get caught in mid air. Desmond then lifts her into the air with a military press and goes to throw her across the ring. Sativa manages to slip out and comes down, locking her arm around his head, and planting his face into the canvas with a DDT backed by a lot of momentum.

JOHNSON: ”Remember what I told you two weeks ago, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”What’s that?”

JOHNSON: ”Quickness can always overcome size!”

Sativa quickly gets up and rushes the corner. She climbs the turnbuckle and turns to face Desmond who is slowly beginning to climb to his feet. As he stands, she leaps from the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick that knocks him back to the canvas with a thud. Sativa wastes no time and climbs back to her feet and runs to the adjacent corner. She climbs the turnbuckle and turns to faced the ring again where Desmond is still down. She leaps higher into the air, flipping, and comes down with a 450 splash that connects with Desmond. Sativa pops back up to her feet as the adrenaline flows through her body. She then pulls Desmond up from the canvas and throws him to the ropes. When Desmond comes back, he swings with a huge clothesline but misses as Sativa drops to the mat. Desmond hits the opposite ropes and comes back with another clothesline but misses as Sativa ducks it. Desmond hits the opposite ropes but gets surprised as he comes back and runs into a stiff kick to the stomach. He quickly lunges forward and bends over upon impact. Sativa then hops onto his back and hooks her legs into his arms. She then rolls forward and flips Desmond over, planting him into the canvas with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb.

VASSA: ”WOW!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That was Sativa’s Blitzed!”

Sativa then covers Desmond as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s it folks!”

VASSA: ”Sativa has truly impressed me tonight with a quick victory over someone twice her size.”

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

“Fancy” hits the sound system as Sativa pops up to her feet. The ref quickly raises her arm into the air as she soaks in the first victory in her 4CW debut.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… The “Ganja Goddess”, SATIVA NNEEVVEEAAHH!!!”

VASSA: ”I think you may be on to something with this quickness theory, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s no theory, Vinny. It just happened right before you eyes!”

Gabriel Hartman is positioned towards the catering table as the three members of the All Stars walk right past him. He doesn’t notice at first til he over hears them.

HOLLISTER: ”Well that sucked major scones last week. We should of had them beat.”

GRANT: ”Yeah, last week didn’t go our way but we gave it our best. That is more than I can say about some people. We just can’t let that stop us. We have to remain focus on our tasks at hand.”

Gabriel stumbles back into the picture as Aiden reaches down to help him back up. He brushes the dust off his pants as everyone is laughing.

HOLLISTER: ”Are you okay?”

HARTMAN: ”Uh, I think so. I couldn’t help to over hear you guys talking about the last Adrenaline. Do you feel like you got the short end of the stick?”

SCOTT: ”Gabriel normally I love your bizarre line of questions but if you don’t mind we want to talk about this week.”

HARTMAN: ”Sure. How are you guys handling the unpredictability of your opponents this week?”

GRANT: ”Granite State of Mind are going to realize what happens when we are highly pissed off. It doesn’t matter who you are because we will turned your ordinary lives into a mega sensation. Then we will come after the tag titles.”

Before Gabriel could ask another question, all three of them had walked off without saying another word.

The cameras cut to the rafters…where Mike Harrison is seen coming up the steel mesh stairs with several cameraman until making their way to the second row stopping in fear well at least the cameramen. Equinox is sitting on the steel mesh steps with Mike heading up to him…where Equinox is sitting on the steel with the umbrella twirling about upon his shoulder and a raven in his lap.

EQUINOX: “Sometimes Crazy in this Anarchy… Sidetracked maybe a spider never loses it’s way. But ask yourself this Joker’s why have we the Carnival been so lucky as of late!!!!!”

Equinox slows down the twirling of the umbrella before reversing the direction he is spinning it as Harrison finally stops at the step before where the next one where Equinox’s feet hold.

HARRISON: “Well That’s simple answer team work and determination”. “We have beat ever tag team put in front of us with similar goal in mind and that’s becoming 4CW Tag Team Champions”

EQUINOX: “Rising from the ashes is never easy and healing up is never hard. Your salvation has keep my heart beating oh so very hard.” “Mike Harrison you and I are new tag team to this place and it is best we show them why a Carnival shall arise”

HARRISON: “Carnival always has it’s freaks” “Well Freaks let me ask you something are you ready for the greatest show on earth”

Equinox stops in his tracks and glares silently into the view of the camera. He stays silent for a moment before raising his voice a little.

EQUINOX: “Joker’s, tonight we have a match for which Anarchy can be created. Tonight we have a match for which scars can be revealed… But tonight a little message will be relayed and become clear because come this morally disease we call life, We will become will be revealed. We will be the ace in the hole. We will take you all out. We shall be a carnival. Some of destructive fun and others of good. Never Evil and Never Good. Pure at heart we will soar as we have but one goal.”

The crowds cheers can be heard as Equinox smiles on.

EQUINOX: “Get ready for that awaits you little spiders because I only know you well. And as the chaos and anarchy runs in my veins, blood will seep through yours.”

Equinox begins to twirl the umbrella once more as he looks down at the cheering fans below him and a creepy smile comes across his face.

EQUINOX: “Now, Now Kiddies….it’s time to play”

Equinox glares back into the camera with a more serious note on his face.

EQUINOX: “4 Corners Wrestling, you anted up the level of this game by having me and Mike face off against the All Stars, a new tag team who lost to House of Howe last week. You saw last week as we defeated New Reign in tag action, what makes you think we won’t beat All Stars? I’ll give them credit they have potential but we have common goals. We have knowledge and skill. But most of all we have the people rallying behind us.”

Equinox holds the umbrella still in his hand as he looks down at nothing but what he envisions in his lap as his feet dangle from the rafters.

EQUINOX: “You fools in this weeks tag match have no idea what your in for, so bitterly poor and so weak minded, have yet to prove why the hell you do what you do. Get ready to smile. Get ready..Because…you all will be enlightened. Get ready, You are in for a world of misguided fortunes and confusion.”

Equinox shakes his head from side to side as he thinks about it. He continues staring into the camera.

EQUINOX: “You all disgrace the fans like rain that pours, always whining and complaining. But fear not. I have an umbrella and a barbed wire crowbar, they’ll do just fine, especially when I unravel your mind like you have mine.”

Equinox stares past the camera as a sadistic smile comes over his face, and his eyes almost seem to glaze over. He looks at Mike with a confident smile as he nods.

EQUINOX: “You competitors, you lucky dogs. You have been selected to feel my sin, my anarchy, my deepest remorse as I team Mr. Harrison for 4CW. And so you have two choices, you can do nothing about it. Or try and I will teach you to smile!!!!”

Pausing for moment he looks at Harrison and asks him this. “Excuse me Mr. Harrison is there anything you would like to say to our opponents or anything at all really?”.

He stands there with blank look on his face as if to say “You’ve said all that needs to be said”.

Equinox catches us by surprise as he practically squeals at the top of his lungs in a crazy sounding voice.

EQUINOX: “Joker’s Welcome to Wayward Dreams!!!!!!!”

UNDERCARD
JONATHON THOMAS CROSS VS. COREY McCABE

“Bad Guy” by 30H!3 hits the sound system.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he weighs in at two hundred thirty five pounds and stands six feet, three inches tall. JONATHON THOMAS CCRROOSSSS!!!”

JTC comes out from the back to the ring and then spins around with his hands in the air as he lowers them and walk down the ramp, slides in the ring and taunts a little, waiting for his opponent.

VASSA: ”Here’s another new signee to 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re always bringing in new wrestlers but only a select few has what it takes to be 4CW talent.”

“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: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred twenty two pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall. He it “The Dublin Maniac”, COREY MMccCCAABBEE!!!”

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: ”Two weeks ago McCabe made his debut in a close match that came up short for him. Tonight, he’ll be looking to get back on track and make a big splash in 4CW waters.”

VASSA: ”It was a close call in his match with Jett Wilder. It could have went either way. I’m really looking forward to what…”

Before Vassa can finish his sentence, McCabe rushes JTC and attacks him in the corner with a running elbow to the forehead.

VASSA: ”Oh DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”I think McCabe is ready to get this match started!”

The ref quickly signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

McCabe delivers a couple of knees to JTC’s stomach before lifting him up and sitting him on the top of the turnbuckle. McCabe climbs the turnbuckle and wraps his arms around JTC. He then lifts him up and flips him over with an over the head belly to belly suplex from the top rope. JTC hits the canvas and rolls to the other side of the ring as McCabe gets back to his feet and goes on the attack. McCabe walks over to JTC and grabs him by the head and leans over, biting his forehead. The ref quickly intervenes and pushes McCabe away, giving him a warning. McCabe then runs past the ref and kicks JTC in the stomach as he gets up to all fours. McCabe then grabs him by the arm and pulls him to his feet. McCabe keeps his grip on JTC’s wrist and then pulls him in and steps forward, knocking him to his back with a short arm clothesline.

JOHNSON: ”Some folks let their debuts get them down if they lose. McCabe on the other hand, he’s here to prove a point!”

VASSA: ”You’re either going to sink or swim in 4CW and getting down on yourself is only going to make you sink faster. McCabe is here to swim!”

McCabe grabs JTC by the hair and drags him up to his feet. He rakes JTC’s eyes and then follows up with a quick dropkick to the knee that sends JTC falling backwards into the corner. McCabe gets back up and then charges JTC and spears him into the turnbuckle, driving his shoulder into his stomach. McCabe then wraps his arms around him and lifts him into the air. McCabe slowly turns around with JTC up and then takes a few steps forward and plants him into the canvas with a spinebuster that rattles the ring. McCabe then climbs the turnbuckle and turns to face the ring. JTC slowly gets to his feet and just as he does, McCabe leaps from the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick. McCabe quickly stands to his feet and circles JTC as he slowly tries to get up. Once to all fours, McCabe takes a few steps forward and connects with a running knee lift to JTC’s head that flips him over to his back. McCabe then rolls him over to his stomach and grabs both of his arms as he stands over him. McCabe pulls his arms, lifting his body from the canvas. He then places his foot behind JTC’s head and forces all of his weight into it as he kicks down and drives JTC’s face into the mat with a curb stomp.

VASSA: ”He curb stomped him!!!”

JOHNSON: ”McCabe may have finished JTC off with the Lunatic Stomp! He’s going for the cover!”

McCabe rolls JTC over to his back and then drops down for the cover as the ref starts the count…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one is over before it even really got started!”

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

“Enough is Enough” hits the sound system as McCabe stands to his feet, looking down at JTC in disgust. The ref grabs his arm and raises it in the air for a moment before he snatches it away and paces around the ring.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… COREY MMccCCAABBEE!!!”

As the music continues to play, McCabe kicks JTC a few times, rolling him to the edge of the ring. He then gives him one last kick, knocking him over to the hard floor on the outside of the ring.

VASSA: ”Now this is how you bounce back!”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll be right back folks after we clear the ring. Lets go backstage real quick!”

JACE: “Slap us again, I dare you!”

Charging across the Locker Room as the cameras cut to the backstage area and Jason Cashe almost runs over Tidus Howe. Both Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood standing near the door with their Tag Titles slung over their shoulders as they taunt the South-West Champion.

CASHE: “I’ll TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!”

HOWE: “Whoa, WHOA! Chill out, come on you guys! This is how Empires fall. Is that what you want!?! STOP IT!”

HOLLYWOOD: “I think Captain Caveman here has lost his mind. We’re nobodies backup. He disrespected us and we will not stand for it ANY LONGER!”

KJE: “Why is everyone yelling? You can hear it in the hallway..”

Everyone turns as Kaylyn James Evans slips into the room undetected. Shining with beauty everyone takes notice as her voice brings a silence over the room. She looks around at all the male testosterone and smiles with a slight giggle.

KJE: “You guys are Champions, the BETTER part of the Champions on this roster…Tidus, can we talk? I want to hire you as a Manager again. Be closer to my baby.”

HOLLYWOOD: “Oh look Cashe! You can use your Bitch as a Shield, you are that kind of low life right?”

CASHE: “I got your Low Lif–Motherfucker!!”

Like a Sacking Defensive End, Cashe swims around Tidus Howe and rushes across the room at Brian Hollywood. Jace Savage breaks off to the side as Cashe leaps and comes down on Hollywood with quick rapid punches to his back. Shoving Cashe off and backwards, Jace comes in and whips a Leg Kick to the side of Cashe’s knee. Hollywood swings one of his own to the right leg of Cashe but it’s checked as Cashe lifts his leg to block it. Jace acting quickly swings in another kick and catches Cashe right to the balls.

CASHE: “Ohhhhhhhhhugggghhhhh!!!”

HOWE: “TO THE BALLS HAHA….Oh wait…Shit!!”

After Howe’s burst of short laughter, everyone sits surprised, Jace looking like he did it by accident hurries by as NewGen grabs their belts off the floor and exit the Locker Room. Cashe on the ground, curled at his side almost dry heaving as he cries out. KJE dives down at Cashe, landing at his side, her hands pushing and shoving to get to his injured place. Tidus just stands there with a hand covering his mouth trying not to laugh but still surprised things have gotten so bad.

CASHE: “It hurts…So bad, it hurts!”

KJE: “Let me see it baby, I’ll make it ALL better!!”

CASHE: “Stop…ugh, no stop I just need a minute.”

HOWE: “This…heh…This is just terrible..haha! I’m sorry, it’s not funny…Hehe..”

CASHE: “Stop fucking laughing…Dick!”

HOWE: “HAHA! You got kicked in the dick…Haha and you called me a dick! HILARIOUS!”

Getting in one last chuckle, Tidus Howe looks at his watch and realizes time is approaching for The House’s Title Matches. His laughter stops and he leans over to help Cashe up. KJE wanting to still help grabs his other arm to help him stand up.

HOWE: “MMA fighters get 5 minutes, come on…Walk it off Champ, you’ve got a Title to retain tonight. I’ll talk to NewGen. Let’s get this House fixed.”

As he gets his balance and stands on his own, Cashe moves over and sits on the bench nearby. He takes a deep breath as the scene goes back to ringside.

The scene begins just outside the locker room and 4CW reporter Gabriel Hartman is standing beside Jessica Black with a microphone in his hand. Jessica, despite her match not being until much later on, was geared up and ready to go, clad in her black top and shorts, as well as her boots and her leather jacket. She looked as if she were more interested in the fans cheering her on than the man who was to interview her before the match.

HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, Gabriel Hartman here and I’m standing beside Jessica Black who is already geared up for a fight, tonight here at Adrenaline! Jessica, soon you’re going to step into the ring with Jacinta Perez in one-on-one con…”

Hartman cut his question short when Jessica suddenly turned and stuck her hand in front of his face, shutting him up immediately. The look in her eye told him that it was her turn to talk now.

HARTMAN: “…test…”

JESSICA:“If you’re done stating the obvious, Hartman, it is now time for JB to do the talking. So if you want to zip it and just stand here like the mic stand you’re being paid to be till I’m done, you and me’ll be cool.”

HARTMAN: “Wait, what?”

JESSICA: “I said zip it, mic stand!”

The crowd watching from the arena laughed at Hartman, who looked sufficiently chastised. Still, he stood there, silently, holding out the microphone for Jessica to speak into.

JESSICA:“First things first, let me just say how much of an injustice it is that I’ve been overlooked for the match to determine who is gonna be the first ever 4CW Pride Champion. So instead of a great match with yours truly, the Lady Gangster…”

HARTMAN: “Well…being fair, Jessica, you issued an open challenge which then was answered, so that match got booked, leaving you out of the Pride title shot. So if it’s… anyone’s…fault, it’s…ahem.”

JESSICA: “Hartman, what part of ‘zip it, mic stand’ do you not understand?”

HARTMAN: “I…am shutting up, now…”

Jessica just stood there and looked at him like he was a small turd for several seconds before continuing.

JESSICA: “As I was saying……….as I was saying………instead of the Lady Gangster being in this match, all my fans out there are going to be disappointed that instead of me, they’re going to see a couple of guys I never heard of, my cousin’s girlfriend, someone whose ass I kicked before – I’m looking at you, Niobe – and you also got this twelve year old girl called Jett Wilder who has no fans except for his mom, and this forty-two year old, 500lb virgin who spends his days photoshopping his and Jett’s face on public domain wedding photos. And yes, I went there.”

Hartman did actually find that kind of funny, even so, he had to stifle his laughter.

JESSICA: “Interesting match, that does not make! I’m just saying that if I was gunning for that title, all these gangsters out here would have had a title match that would have been second to none. I’m just saying. But enough of the match I should be in but ain’t, because it’s depressing me to think about it. Let me instead tell you all about the match I am in, tonight. I…”

”I can’t beat Jacinta Perez is what you were about to say right Jessica?”

In a surprising turn of events “The Loud Mouthed Vixen” has just entered into the conversation while being dressed in her spiffy new ring gear.

JACINTA:”Hi Jessica, Did you miss me? Yeah I know… Because I look so maldito caliente in this, right?”

JESSICA: ”Mmmmhmmm… Chica, you have no idea.”

Jacinta continues on teasing Jessica with her mini-twerking while Jessica’s face can’t help but beam with glee all over it, when she suddenly decides to just swat Jacinta hard on the rear. This action by Jessica prompts a surprise yelp out of The Loud Mouthed Vixen, who then quickly jumps a few steps back away from her opponent while glaring at her in both shock & anger. The fans however who are watching this go on, are now cheering their approval throughout the arena. Jessica though is just sending Jacinta the sweetest smile for her trespass.

JESSICA: ”I must tell you, Jacinta… But I’ll love it even more on my hotel room floor. So why can’t we just get your ass whooping over and done with, so that I can peel you right out of it and then spank you some more?”

The Loud Mouthed Vixen quickly gets over her shock as it shifts into amusement while smirking at the Lady Gangster, she then places her hand over the microphone that Hartman was holding and she slowly moves it toward her. Yet staying true to Jessica’s ‘request’ about him be quiet, Hartman chooses to remain so.

JACINTA:”Ha! You’re pretty confident for someone who’s gonna get beat by a mere… Hmmm! What did you call me? Oh Yeah a ‘Chicken-Shit’s Eye Candy?’ Bitch you can keep dreaming on with them wishes… Because you will NEVER get to could peel this off of me!”

Jessica who’s not one to back away from a challenge, just moves Hartman’s mic back to in front of her.

JESSICA:”No Jacinta I believe the words I actually used were ‘Chicken-Shit Little Jackass’, but to-may-to/to-mah-to and all that other jazz. Because now It’s irrelevant Oh that’s right… By the way I did get that cute letter you sent me too. Mmmmm and I can’t tell you how hot I got after reading it.”

JACINTA:”Oh you really liked that, huh?”

JESSICA:”Yeah Jacinta I did and I especially liked that it underlined showed how much you wanted me to rip them new ring tights off! Honestly Jacinta, all you had to do in the first place was just ask me and I would’ve had no problem of finishing our match early so that I could get straight into them panties!”

JACINTA:”Bitch! Did you pop a Molly or something because I didn’t underline Anything in that letter, but I did however talk about how much I was going to destroy you though!”

The Lady Gangster smirked at The Loud Mouthed Vixen as she pulled out a slightly worn folded piece of paper from her bra, after which she then brought the mic back to her face before unfolding said piece of paper.

JESSICA:”And I quote… ’Although despite going through all of this turmoil lately, I was able to find some serenity though from watching a 5’6″ 130ish lb little woman stroll into the locker room, attitude and all…’ Aw, chica! You say all the nicest things! So for doing that Jessica, I just want to thank you for waking my ass back up like I was supposed to be…’ You’re so welcome Puddin but I should really be thanking you for saying those such kind words, because it’s always nice to know that people are into me from the second I walk into a room. See, Jessica, you’ve somehow managed to awake the Pura Maldad out of me, and I can’t help but be truthful when I say that I like it. I really, really like it… Sooo…. I’ve gone and awakened your inner freak hunh too? Sweet! I’m cool with that though because I mean… Who doesn’t enjoy a little Slap and Tickle every now and then?”

JACINTA: ”Oh I got your “Slap & Tickle” Hoe!”

The Loud Mouthed Vixen readies her self to slap Jessica when The Lady Gangster unexpectedly blocks it with a passionate kiss,

JOHNSON: ”Great Scott, Vinny! Jessica Black has her lips locked on Jacinta Perez’s.”

VASSA: ”Well Steve I don’t know much about Scott but I do know reluctance and from I’m seeing Jacinta isn’t fighting back at all.”

JOHNSON: ”Would you stop it Vinny? She clearly has no interest in the woman and it’s Jessica Black who can’t seem to get the hint.”

VASSA: ”Look Dude, I just call it how I see it…”

So after a questionable 10 seconds too long, The Loud Mouthed Vixen finally breaks away from Jessica Black’s “tight” grip.

JACINTA: ”What the fuck is wrong with you?”

JESSICA BLACK: ”Goodluck tonight, because you’re going to need to it Hun…”

The Lady Gangster smoothly makes her exit out of the frame skipping down the corridor, meanwhile The Loud Mouthed Vixen is left in a infuriated state of disbelief.

HARTMAN: ”Well-“

JACINTA: ”Don’t-Say-A-Fucking-Word-Hartman…”

The Loud Mouthed Vixen makes her off screen exit as well, which then leaves Gabriel Hartman with plenty of time so that he can check out his surroundings to make sure the coast is clear.

HARTMAN: ”Back to you Fellas!”

UNDERCARD
ALL STARS VS. THE CARNIVAL

JOHNSON: ”Ladies and gentlemen, you’re in for a treat up next. Two tag teams continuing their journey for championship gold…”

VASSA: ”These two teams couldn’t be more opposite.”

JOHNSON: ”On one side you have the All Stars, a couple of talented guys who just can’t seem to buy themselves a win in tag action. On the other side you’ll have Equinox and Mike Harrison.”

VASSA: ”Perhaps one of the oddest tag teams we have in 4CW”

JOHNSON: ”Odd but effective. Together they”ve won both of their tag matches here in 4CW and seems to be chomping at the heels of the upper echelon of our tag division…”

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, at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty-six pounds, Adam Grant…Aiden Scott…THE ALL STARS!!”

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

POWERS: ”…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: ”Equinox is starting off. He’s crouched down in his corner and staring across the ring at the All Stars. I don’t think they know what to make of this wrestling enigma…”

VASSA: ”I don’t blame them. The guy is kinda freaky looking….”

DIng!! Ding!! Ding!!

As the opening bell sounds, Adam Grant and Equinox move to the center of the ring. The get nose to nose and exchange words before Grant shoves Equinox backwards. Equinox doesn’t back down and responds with a shove of his own that knocks Adam Grant back a few steps. Grant quickly responds by driving his knee through Equinox’s midsection and the grabbing him by the back of the head and forcing him into a neutral corner. Grant grabs a hold of the ropes and begins laying the sole of his boot into Equinox’s gut. He steps back only momentarily, dropping down to one knee and grabbing the middle rope before thrusting his shoulder into Equinox’s stomach.

Grant steps away and walks towards his corner, tagging in his partner, Aiden Scott. Aiden joins Adam in the ring and the two of them whip Equinox across the ring viscously. Grant charges first, crushing Equinox with a running clothesline in the corner. As he steps away Aiden charges and hits a running corner splash! Equinox crumbles and falls to a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ”The All Stars taking the war to Equinox early!”

VASSA: ”May just be the toughest match to date for the Carnival…”

Aiden pulls Equinox up to his feet and captures a hold of him with a side headlock. Aiden wrenches the headlock as Equinox backs against the ropes. He pushes Aiden off and sends him running towards the ropes. On the rebound Equinox stiffens up but gets knocked down with a stiff shoulder block. Aiden bounces off of the ropes and hops over Equinox towards the opposing ropes. Equinox pops up to his feet and quickly tries for a hip toss but Aiden blocks. Aiden in turn flattens Equinox with a short arm clothesline! He turns towards his corner and tags the outstretched hand of his partner. Adam Grant steps in and the two members of the All Stars lift Equinox up and slam him down with a double suplex. Adam floats over for a pinfall…

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JOHNSON: ”The All Stars look good tonight. Perhaps the best we’ve seen them thus far in Four Corners Wrestling.”

VASSA: ”Looking good and winning are two completely different things. We’ll see if they can keep the momentum going.”

Grant allows for Equinox to rise up to his feet. Equinox charges but shocks Grant by sliding down between his feet. Equinox jumps up and dives towards his corner, tagging in Harrison. Harrison charges across the ring, bypassing Grant, and hitting Scott with a stiff right hand that knocks him clear off of the ring apron. Grant charges from behind and swings with a double axe handle smash but Harrison moves, allowing for Grant to crash into the corner. Harrison unloads on Grant with a series of right hands to the ribs and kidneys of Grant. He steps back and allows for Grant to stumble out of the corner. Harrison grabs Grant by the back of the head and pulls him in close. Equinox sneaks up behind and hits Grant with an enziguri kick as Harrison drops him down to the canvass with a reverse STO! Harrison hooks a leg and looks for the pin.

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JOHNSON: ”Aiden Scott just saved the match for the All Stars!”

VASSA: ”And Harrison is letting him know all about it…”

Harrison hammers away with right hands, backing Aiden Scott up. Equinox charged in the ring, jumped up to the top rope and used it as a springboard to nail a suicide somersault senton as Harrison moved out of the way. Harrison slid back into the ring and immediately wrapped his arms around the waist of Adam Grant before flipping him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Harrison looks towards his corner and sees that Equinox hadn’t made it back yet. Harrison waited as Adam Grant slowly regained his footing. Harrison planted a boot in his gut and then dropped him hard with a DDT. Harrison’s eyes shifted towards the corner and before you knew it he had ascended up to the top turnbuckle. Harrison launched himself off with the Star Struck shooting star press! Harrison stuck the landing and hooked a leg for the pinfall.

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Shockingly, Adam Grant powered out of the pinball attempt, allowing the match to continue.

JOHNSON: ”I thought that was it Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Grant and Scott are not going down that easy. This match means more to them than you could fathom. Their practically on life support in the tag division and another tough loss could be devastating.”

Harrison stood up and saw that Equinox had made it back to the corner. He stepped over towards his corner and tagged in Equinox. As Equinox climbed back into the ring Harrison turned his attention over towards Grant. Harrison hooked Grant by his legs and fell backwards, catapulting him head first towards Equinox. Equinox caught him and drove him head first into the canvass with a DDT! Equinox hooked a leg with his back pressed against the chest of Adam Grant.

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JOHNSON: ”They forgot all about Aiden Scott! They thought he was out of the picture.”

VASSA: ”And when you let your guard down you leave an opening for your opponent. Bad mistake on the part of the Carnival.”

Equinox pushes to his feet despite the blindside attack and begins wildly exchanging rights and lefts with Aiden Scott. Harrison climbs in to try and interject but the ref cuts him off and orders him back to his corner. Adam Grant stands up and forearms Equinox from behind, sandwiching him between the two members of the All Stars. Grant turns Equinox around and lifts him up with a vertical suplex, holding him still in the air. Scott quickly climbs the nearby corner and leaps off, hitting Equinox with a cross body, forcing Grant to finish off the suplex. Grant makes the cover as Scott slides out of the ring. Grant shouts at the ref, getting his attention away from Harrison and to the pin attempt at hand.

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Equinox pushes passed the pain and bucks Adam Grant off of him.

JOHNSON: ”That stalling suplex/cross body combination was impressive. The All Stars are not ready to lay down!”

VASSA: ”I sure hope not. Otherwise they have no business being in that ring!”

Grant looked at the ref in complete disbelief. He stood up and argued with the ref, keeping his back turned towards Equinox. Equinox took advantage of the opportunity and crawled up behind Adam Grant, rolling him up with a schoolboy.

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Grant kicked out and quickly leapt on Equinox, hammering him with relentless right hands. Equinox covered up and rolled around, managing to get a foot between him and Grant, catching him on the jaw with an up kick. Grant falls backwards and drops to his knees. Equinox bounced himself off of the ropes and laid Grant out with a surprising burst of energy that was put all into a shinning wizard. The aftermath resembled a bad car wreck as both men were motionless in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Here’s your turning point. First one to make the tag to their partner is going to have all of the momentum.”

VASSA: ”And possibly one foot out of the ring with a win notched to their belt.”

Both men begin pushing towards their respective corners. Grant got to his corner first and tagged in Aiden Scott. Aiden rushed in and grabbed Equinox by his foot. He tried to pull him and Equinox hopped up onto one foot. He spun around and caught Aiden with an enziguri! Equinox dove back towards his corner and tagged in Harrison. Before Harrison could even climb into the ring, Adam Grant was charging from his teams corner. Grant and Scott begin doubling up on Harrison. They club him until he drops down to one knee. Grant and Scott each grab an arm and whip Harrison towards the ropes. He bounces off and drops both with a leaping double clothesline! Grant rolls out of the ring and Scott finds himself between a rock and hard place as Equinox gets up to his feet. Harrison lifts Scott up for a power bomb and on the way down Equinox catches him with a double knee back breaker! Harrison folds Scott up as Equinox stands near the ropes, keeping a close eye on Grant down at ringside.

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JOHNSON: ”And The Carnival has won again!”

VASSA: ”Eventually brass is going to have to toss these guys a title shot…”

“Indestructible” by Disturbed blares over the PA system as the ref raises the hands of Equinox and Mike Harrison in the center of the ring.

POWERS: ”And your winners….By way of pinfall, Equinox and Mike Harrison…THE CARNIVAL!!!”

The sounds of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva blares through the arena and the crowd begins to boo. Shane Borderland steps out from underneath the titan-tron, wearing a black suit. A smile sits on his face as he begins walking towards the ring. He enters the ring and then he stands there looking throughout the crowd, still having that smile across his face. He signals for a mic and he is handed one.

BORDERLAND: “My, my, my. What a lovely crowd we have here in New York.”

The fans begin to boo even louder than before.

BORDERLAND: “You guys can sit here all you want, boo as loud as you can because at the end of the day… I am the one that is standing inside this ring, not you.”

Shane smiles as the crowd goes off in a rage.

BORDERLAND: “Some of you may have realized that since my return, well it’s not been the best ride I have ever been on. More like a roller coaster ride, like I have said many times before. But tonight? Everything is going to change within a blink of an eye.”

Shane begins to laugh sarcastically.

BORDERLAND: “Tonight is the big night, seven competitors going for the new Pride Championship. See here’s the thing. The way I see it, I am the one that deserves this the most.”

The crowd begins to boo once again.

BORDERLAND: “Ohh shut the hell up! You wouldn’t know greatness if it slapped you in the face. As I was saying, me being the one with the most experience and all, I deserve this championship the most. I know all of my opponents tonight have something to bring to the table. but non of them are as quite talented as I am. I know some of them have made a name for themselves already in this business. None of them can pass what I have done in my lifetime as a professional wrestler. I have seen it all and I have done a lot of things myself. Like I said before, I have had matches like this over and over again, so I am prepared for things like this. Some of my opponents are still trying to adjust for matches like this. This match tonight is going to mark my name in history with 4CW. Wait and see what I am talking about. I can picture it now, 4CW’s first ever Pride Champion, Shane Borderland!”

Shane pulls the mic away from his mouth for a split second as he takes in his own hype.

BORDERLAND: “Do any of you know what that is going to do for me? Of course not, dump people like you barely know how to walk down the damn sidewalk.”

The crowd begins to boo, chanting Borderland sucks.

BORDERLAND: “Tonight is the night that everyone will respect me. I haven’t done anything yet in 4CW to earn anyone’s respect, I can admit that. But once that bell rings and my hand is raised high up in the air and that Pride Championship is handed to me, everyone will have to respect me. I have big plans for this championship and myself. It’s going to change me and I am going to change it. So listen up to all of my opponents tonight. Right here in this very ring, right now! You are looking at the first ever 4CW Pride Champion!”

Shane drops the mic onto the mat and his music starts back up. The crowd, once again boo’s Shane as he exits the ring and walks backstage.

The camera goes backstage and you see Daysi Doll in the locker room looking into the mirror putting on red lipstick to go with the tight fitting yellow dress she is wearing. You hear the door open as Daysi is just about putting on her lipstick. A hand comes into the picture and slaps her on the ass.

DOLL: “Perry I thought we agreed not to…”

Daysi turns around and notices it is not Perry Wallace but rather “The Dublin Lunatic” Corey McCabe and he has a smile on his face as he speaks.

MCCABE: “So I guess the rumors of you and Mr. Wallace are true.”

Turning around still a little angry with the random slap on the ass from Corey who has been a thorn in her side after their match last week we see Daysi press her hand into her hip. The position pretty much her go to when she is annoyed and angry.

DOLL: ”…There is no reason to talk about rumors, they are just that rumors? And I don’t take kindly to random guys touching me. Especially not crazy psychos who can’t seem to get over the fact that my son beat them…”

Daysi gives him a bit of a grin, enjoying that she can rub the win in his face even if she was pretty helpful in causing Corey’s defeat with some distractions from ringside.

MCCABE: “Daysi I am not just some random guy. I saw the way you looked at me two weeks ago. You wanted some Irish loving. That is why you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

Corey takes a few steps closer to Daysi who takes two steps back not trusting Corey at all.

MCCABE: “Speaking of Jett where is he? I want to wish him luck tonight.”

As McCabe starts to look around Daysi realizes exactly what he is threatening now as she shakes her head, not wanting him to lay a hand on her son at all. Its clear Corey has wanted his revenge for a bit and he’s a bit of a hot head as well.

DOLL: ”Don’t you dare even think about laying a hand on my son! He beat you, that is it! Don’t touch him again, please don’t touch him.”

At first she seems to angrily yell at him not to touch him but her motherly instincts kicking in she actually now takes a step forward begging him much more nicer and now using her “assets” to try to get her way.

MCCABE: “All I want to do is talk to him and congratulate him on his victory. Listen Daysi I don’t take sloppy seconds especially since I don’t know what you did with Perry.”

Corey sits down on the bench in the locker room as he continues to speak.

MCCABE: “So can you please tell me where he is so I can talk to him man to man?”

Daysi getting frustrated with him now she reaches down grabbing his bag as she glares at Corey.

DOLL: ”You need to leave my son alone ok? And nothing happened with Perry either? My son is getting ready for his match…his title match so leave him alone and leave me alone to!”

Doll looks at him the two near eye level even though he is sitting down as she has Wilder’s bags in her hand clearly Jett not around as she moves towards the door more then likely letting Corey down a bit.

MCCABE: “I think you are lying to me Daysi. Why must you lie to me? You want me to leave your son alone? Are you willing to do anything for that to happen?”

Daysi seems to almost consider it for a second but shakes her head clearly knowing that he’s just trying to toy with her and not giving him the joy of that.

DOLL: ”Just leave me and my son alone, ok Corey? He beat you and if you ever faced again he’d beat you again.”

Doll getting caught up in the moment realizes she sort of accidentally opened the door for a future match up as she tries to act like it didn’t happen.

MCCABE: “That’s exactly what I want and two other things.”

Daysi looks a little worried as Corey stands up and gets in Daysi face.

MCCABE: “Stop babying Jett and let him be a man. And I want him to meet me in the ring next Adrenaline face to face. Not for a match or anything but I want to talk to him like a father would to a son.”

An evil smile comes across McCabe’s face as Daysi looks at him in disgust over his comment.

MCCABE: “So do we have a deal?”

Doll look at Corey as he has a big grin on his face as he looks her over to see what she is going to say but she clearly isn’t having it.

DOLL: ”No we do not, now leave me and my son alone!”

McCabe chuckles as she angrily storms out of the room with the bags over her shoulder as Corey shakes his head while seated with some evil intent in his eyes but masked by his amusement over what just happened as the show goes on.

UNDERCARD
JACINTA PEREZ VS. JESSICA BLACK

Johnson: ” Up next Vessa, we the 1-0 Jacinta Perez taking on the 2-0 Jessica Black. Should be exciting! “

Powers: ” The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds…Jessica Black!! “

The crowd cheered as a heavy guitar riff filled the arena 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

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

Come on bring it, don’t sing it

Better believe it

Broken down, till your hope has died

Beat down till the victory is mine

Stand up and show me some pride

And now, are you ready?

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

I’m one with the warrior inside

My dominance can’t be denied

Your entire world will turn

Into a battlefield tonight

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

I can see the fear that will

Ensure my victory this time

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

Johnson: ” I don’t like her attitude, but she has been impressive ever since signing the dotted line. “

Vessa: ” She has a great attitude! We’d get along perfectly. “

Powers: ” And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds…Jacinta Perez!! “

“Bossy” fills the event center as Jacinta makes her appearance for everyone to see. With jeers coming from the people in attendance, she brushes them off, and heads towards to the ring. Once at the ring, she hops up on the apron, and steps through the bottom rope. She exchanges cold glares with Jessica Black as the ref calls for the match to begin.

Ding, Ding!!!

The two women circle one another with Black shaking her hands. They lock up and they look pretty equal until Perez shoves her back into the corner. The ref calls for a break and she throws her hands up and takes a step back. She eventually slaps Black across the face and begins hitting her with shoulder thrusts in the corner. Black collapses into a seated position in the corner as Perez begins stomping on her face and chest. Perez finishes up with a boot to the throat as she begins to choke the life out of Black until the ref pulls her off after a four count. Black is on all fours, holding her throat as Perez makes her way back over and hits her with a kick to the midsection. Black flops over and Perez makes the pin.

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Johnson: ” It looks as if Mannie has taught her a thing or two. Jessica Black has come out flat. “

Vessa: ” And she is a Warzone qualifier, she better pick up the pace! “

Perez picks Black up off the mat and sends her to the ropes, but Black hangs on to the ropes, stopping herself. Perez looks annoyed as she runs after Black. Black bends over and flips Perez over the top rope, but she hangs on and lands on the apron. Black stumbles away before turning around to a flying Perez, looking for the springboard forearm, but Jessica Black rolls out of the way. Perez crashes and burns as Black tries to recuperate. Perez gets up as Black stalks her. Jessica runs and hits a one handed bulldog and Perez’ face smashes into the canvas. Black sits up with a smirk on her face as she looks at the fallen Perez. Black picks her up and sends her to the corner with a hard irish whip. Jacinta stumbles outward and Black lifts her up into the air and slams her to the mat with a vicious spinebuster. Jessica continues to wear a smirk as she stands over Perez, screaming at her, before smacking her in the face.

Johnson: ” Black returning the slap. “

Jessica Black begins stomping away at Perez, moving all around her body, and hitting every limb. Black picks Perez up, sends her to the ropes, and wraps her up in a sleeper hold as she bounces off. Jacinta tries to scramble free early, but the hold is locked in too tight and she begins to fade. Perez falls to one knee as her eyes begin to close. Perez falls to another knee as Black continues to wrench away at the neck. Perez begins hitting the mat, trying to find some strength, but Black continues to hold on. Perez digs deep, as she springs upward with some adrenaline and rams Black into the corner. Perez pulls out and backs her into the corner once again and Black’s grip loosens. Perez takes her to the center of the ring, grabs her by the hair, pulls her over her shoulder, and Black smacks her back on the mat. Black gets up holding her back and as she gets up, she is met with a discus clothesline from Jacinta Perez. Both women are down on the mat.

Johnson: ” What a back and forth battle! Now, both are on the mat. Black was controlling a large portion, but the tide may have shifted. “

Vessa: ” Jessica let her guard down and suffered for it. “

Both woman lay on the mat, breathing heavily as the ref begins the count. The ref reaches the five count when both begin to stir. Black crawls to one corner as Perez crawls to the other. They pull themselves up and both look angry. They run at one another as Perez slips the original contact. She hits the ropes, bounces off, and catches Jessica with a running leg lariat, knocking her to the mat. Instead of going for the pin, Perez heads to the apron and awaits Black. Jessica gets up and Perez springboards over the top, looking for that forearm again, but Black catches her in midair with a dropkick to the sternum. Black crawls on top and makes the pin.

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Johnson: ” What a shot Perez took, but she kicks out. May have taken the breath out of her. “

Vessa: ” Or broke something. Ouch. “

Black hovers over the back of Perez, and lifts her up by the waist. She bends her legs and slings Perez backwards, connecting with a german suplex. Black jolts upward and pulls Perez back to her feet. She grabs her by the arm, going for a short arm clothesline, but instead, engulfs her with a bear hug and throws her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Jessica Black hooks the legs.

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Jessica Black throws the shoulder up.

Johnson: ” Jacinta must have hurt that shoulder. “

Vessa: ” You think? It got wrapped around some steel.”

Perez continues to hold onto that shoulder as she picks Perez up. She grasps her, possibly looking for that devastating finisher, but Black raises her elbow and begins raining down shots on that hurt shoulder and Perez lets loose. Perez stumbles to the corner and turns around to a running Black, but she throws up a boot and catches Jessica right in the mouth. Perez runs at Black with a full head of steam and from out of nowhere, Black picks her up and hits her with the Uranage slam! Black quickly transitions into Code Black. Perez tries to hold out, but Black is pressing on that shoulder and Jacinta Perez taps out.

DiNG!!! DING!!! DING!!!

Johnson: ” Did Perez tap out?! I believe she did! That shoulder must really be hurt. “

Vessa: ” And Jessica Black knew that. Another solid win for Jessica Black. “

Powers: ” The winner of this match, Jessica Black!! “

“Warrior” by Disturbed hits as Jessica stands from afar, hands raised, looking at Perez.

UNDERCARD
KAYLYN JAMES EVANS VS. TRAVIS BLACK VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: “Up next, we have a serious list of contenders going head to head.”

VASSA: “To head.”

“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

I’m 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.

POWERS: “Currently standing in the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds…she is The Perfect Ten, Kaylyn James Evans!!”

VASSA: “I don’t think Powers should be sharing his opinion on how Evans looks.”

JOHNSON: “You do realize that she goes by the name The Perfect Ten, right?”

POWERS: “And her opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred ninety-three pounds…Travis Black!!”

”B-B-B-B-BONFIRE!”

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

JOHNSON: “Travis has looked very impressive as of late, he might be able to pull it off tonight and would be a huge victory.”

VASSA: “He’s got my vote here tonight!”

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, with his eyes on his opponents.

All three meet in the middle of the ring, eyes switching from one another, back and forth. Kaylyn starts talking smack to both Black and Jair. Evans raises her hand and smacks Jair across the face and Black finds it funny and he gets one across his face. Evans is met with a stiff kick to the gut and Jair sends her over the top rope and flying to the floor. Jair is quickly caught off guard by a roll up from Black, but Hopkins kicks out with ease, before the first count. Jair drops him to the mat with a clothesline. Black is back up and is dropped a few more times with a clothesline. Black bounces up and goes for a clothesline of his own, but Jair ducks it, hooks Black up, and hits a release german suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Jair Hopkins is tearing the roof down!”

VASSA: ”I still can’t believe what he did to KJE!”

As Hopkins gets back up, he turned around and met with a forearm from KJE. She backs him up to the ropes and swings him across the ring. Hopkins bounces back and is met with a drop toe hold. Hopkins smashes his face on the canvas as KJE quickly hops back up, bounces off the ropes, and hits Hopkins with a shining wizard. She makes the pin.

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JOHNSON: “KJE is on fire!”

VASSA: “Yes, she is. Look at her go!”

KJE pulls Black to the center of the ring and throws him to the ropes, but Black reverses it. Evans bounces off with a full head of steam and knocks Black down with a ferocious spear. Black rolls out of the ring as Jair hits KJE from behind. Jair kicks Evans in the gut and hits a suplex and floats over into the pin.

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JOHNSON: “Evans kicks out and the match continues. Jair and Evans have been the stars of this match.”

Hopkins scrapes Evans off the mat and cracks her in the face with a right hand as she staggers back into the corner. He grabs her by the wrist and whips her to the opposite corner. Hopkins runs with great velocity, leaps up into the air, and crashes down on her with a corner splash. KJE staggers outward, Hopkins kicks her in the gut, and connects with an implant DDT. Hopkins quickly hops up and looks out at the crowd with a smile on his face as he points to the top turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: ” I think we’re about to see Hopkins fly!!”

VASSA: “He better go for the pin, get the victory!”

Hopkins head up to the top and is met with Travis Black who holds onto his foot from the outside. Hopkins kicks him off as Black stumbles backwards. Jair switches his focus and dives to the outside. Both men hit the ground hard as Hopkins connects with a cross body.

VASSA: ” Told ya.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think that was apart of the plan, but it was effective.”

Hopkins, holding his ribs, picks Black up and throws him under the bottom rope. Hopkins follows him in and makes the pin.

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JOHNSON: “Black just gets the shoulder up and Evans tried to steal one there.”

VASSA: “Smart move!”

Out of frustration, KJE mounts Travis Black and begins unloading with rights and lefts. Black bucks her off, but she comes right back, and picks Black up off the mat. She attempts to throw Black to the corner, but he reverses it, and she smacks the corner hard. Black quickly follows and hits her with a side elbow. Travis Black puts his head under her arm and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. He cracks her with a right hand as he climbs up with her. Black is on the second turnbuckle as he hooks her up for a suplerplex, but she blocks it. She cracks him in the abdomen with a few stiff shots as Jair makes his way over. Hopkins gets between the legs of Black and puts him on his shoulders. Jair steps back a bit as KJE regains her composure. She balances herself on the top rope, jumps off, and knocks Black off of the shoulders of Hopkins with a clothesline. KJE quickly jumps on top of Black.

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JOHNSON: “KJE tried to steal another one, but Hopkins wasn’t having any of it. Unintentional team work?”

VASSA: “Unintentional?! They’re working as a team.”

Hopkins picks her up by the leg and slams it to the mat once again. Hopkins turns her over, hooks the leg, and locks in a cloverleaf submission. KJE is steps away from the ropes, but Hopkins begins rearing back, making it difficult for her to move. She begins inching and inching towards the ropes, writhing pain. As she reaches out, Hopkins picks up and moves her back to the center.

JOHNSON: “This could be over!”

VASSA: “Look out! Here comes Travis Black!”

Black rushes back in and hits a big boot to the back of the head of Jair Hopkins and he drops to the mat. Black picks KJE up and hits her with Bottoms Up, a vicious European uppercut. She backs against the ropes, bounces off, as Black hops into the air, grabs the back of her head, and looks to crash the party, but she forces his hands off of her head, and he falls to the mat. Black gets back to this feet, and goes for a clothesline, but KJE ducks it and hooks him up from behind in a full nelson. She lifts him into the air and hits the KY Bomb! Before she can make the pin, Hopkins knees her in the face. Hopkins quickly picks her up and hits her with the Bread N’ Butter!! Hopkins drops into the pin.

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JOHNSON: “What a kick from Kaylyn!!”

VASSA: “This is the opening she needed!”

KJE climbs up with Jair and hooks him up, looking for a superplex of her own, but Hopkins grabs a hold of the top rope, blocking it. She begins chopping away at his hand as he punches her repeatedly in the ribs. She eventually lets go to block up her ribs. Hopkins hits her with another solid shot, right in the liver, and she collapses to the mat. Hopkins regains his composure, turns around, and hits OMFG!

JOHNSON: “There’s that double foot stomp he loves to use! This has to be it!”

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JOHNSON: “Jair Hopkins has done it. What a big win and very impressive.”

VASSA: “Solid performance from everyone involved.”

POWERS: “The winner of this match, Jair Hopkins!”

Hopkins drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope, heading to the mat, as KJE begins to stir. Travis Black is up to his knees on the outside, looking disappointed.

The scene fades in from the commercial break as Dustin James Holt is seen heading towards the ring. He throws his arms back, twirls them around and brings them back down to his side. He notices one of the backstage cameramen standing in front of him as a sick grin comes across his face.

DJ HOLT: ”In just a few minutes Raab comes face to face with the one man who can slay the monster. He wants to think we are so damn similar then he will really find out just how alike we really are. First, I am going to show him that it takes actual brain power to get through this match. Brute force can only get you so far. Unfortunately, this night will be your unlucky day.”

Dustin shakes his head as sweat just flies off into the lens.

DJ HOLT: ”The Psycho Cometh!”

Dustin walks past the cameraman has the scene fades back inside the Radio City Music Hall.

UNDERCARD
DUSTIN JAMES HOLT VS. STEFAN RAAB

JOHNSON: ”Well if your a fan of the unpredictable and deranged than you’ll love what 4CW has in store next!”

VASSA: ”I hope the orderly’s are standing by with straight jackets and a couple of cocktails to knock these guys out incase things get a bit out of control.”

JOHNSON: ”With these two in the ring, it’s surely a possibility!”

VASSA: ”To think, just two weeks ago they were tag team partners!”

JOHNSON: ”In a strange bedfellow tag team match, Holt and Raab teamed up against Roxi Johnson and Jair Hopkins. All four competitors who are in the Fright Night Warzone match for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Championship.”

VASSA: ”One of these guys could get a leg up on the competition if they could shelf one of their opponents before Fright Night is even here!”

The timekeeper’s bell rings to draw the attention of the crowd before Mike Powers addresses the audience from his DJ booth.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a one on one matchup…”

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 two hundred and thirty-eight pounds, 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.

POWERS: ”And his opponent…”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”You’d have to think this is going to be about as physical of a match as we’ve seen in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Depends on where Raab’s head is at. If he’s focusing on the task at hand, then yeah, this will be a barn burner! But if his mind is wandering off, bitter because he wants Shane Borderland desperately, then this is Holt’s for the taking!”

The ref stands in the center of the ring and signals for the opening bell while swinging his arms inward to get the competitors moving towards the center of the ring.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Raab steps forward looking for a collar and elbow tie up. DJ Holt catches him completely off guard with a front dropkick the knocks him backwards into the corner. Holt jumps at Raab and swings wildly with a few right hands before climbing up onto the second rope. He rains down with a few more punches before Raab manages to shove Holt backwards. Holt does a backwards roll and pops up to his feet just in time to duck under a running clothesline from Stefan Raab, Raab turns around into a Savate Kick from DJ Holt. Raab drops to the canvass and the relentless DJ Holt continues the onslaught. He jumps on Raab into side control. He postures up and begins hammering away with hammer fists. Raab tries to cover up, rolling onto his side and completely giving up his back. Raab locks in a full nelson, interlocking his fingers to better secure his grip. Holt rolls Raab to a seated position but he quickly pushes to his feet. Raab stands up with Holt on his back and the full nelson fully intact. Raab drops backwards, sandwiching Holt between him and the canvass to break up the submission.

JOHNSON: ”DJ Holt came out like a bat out of hell!”

VASSA: ”But Raab weathered the storm. Lets see where he can go from here…”

Raab watches Holt while he’s down on one knee. Holt pulls himself up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes and turns around. Raab explodes up, driving his shoulder through the midsection of Holt with a spear! Raab climbs onto Holt into a full mount and begins clubbing him with right hands. Holt instinctively reaches up and pulls Raab closer, making the punches less effective. Holt twists his hips and rolls Raab onto his back. Holt ends up in a full mount and reaches down, squeezing Raab’s throat with both hands. The ref steps in and tries to pull Holt off. Unable to do so, he begins utilizing his five count for the illegal choke hold.

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JOHNSON: ”The ref is going to have his hands full if the match keeps up this pace.”

VASSA: ”What match? This is a brawl!”

Raab stands to his feet and waves for Holt to do the same. Holt stands up and turns towards Raab. Raab sends him back down to the canvass with an arm drag take down. Both Raab and Holt pop up to their feet and Raab flips Holt aside again with an arm drag takedown. Holt rolls under the ropes to the apron. He begins climbing to his feet and Raab marches forward. Holt throws his shoulder through the ropes and into the gut of Stefan Raab. Raab doubles over, his head protruding between the middle and top rope. Holt backs to the ring post and then runs along the apron, hitting Raab with a running knee lift! Raab drops down across the middle rope and Holt quickly steps into the ring. He holds onto the top rope and climbs up onto Stefan Raab with both feet between his shoulder blades. The ref once again begins using his five count as Holt continues to choke Raab with all of his bodyweight.

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JOHNSON: ”It’s almost as if he’s daring the ref to disqualify him…”

VASSA: ”Or he’s wearing Raab down, trying to keep him from making it to Fright Night!”

By the time the lecture was through Raab had pulled himself up to his feet. Holt grabs Raab by one arm and pulls him away from the ropes. He clubs Raab’s shoulder before twisting his arm back with a hammerlock. Holt wraps one hand around the waist of Stefan Raab and lifts him up for a belly to back hammerlock suplex! Holt rolls onto all fours and watches as Raab begins to stir. Raab makes it to all fours and Holt crawls towards him, hitting him with a battering ram like headbutt. Raab flops over onto his back and holt scurries on top of him for the cover.

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JOHNSON: ”DJ Holt is so unorthodox, how do you even prepare for someone like him?”

VASSA: ”Raab didn’t and that’s part of the problem. He’s so obsessed with Shane Borderland and the House of Howe that he neglected to see the importance of a match like this.”

Raab uses the corner to pull himself up to his feet. Holt marches towards him and Raab fires out of the corner with a right hand followed by a European Uppercut. Holt curbs the momentum quickly with a kick to the midsection. Holt moves side by side with Raab and flings him backwards into the turnbuckles of the corner with a side russian leg sweep! Holt pulls Raab out of the corner by his feet and drags him to the center of the ring. Holt climbs a nearby corner and sits perched on the top turnbuckle before leaping off with his Air Florida Frog Splash! Raab tucks his knees up to his chest, forcing Holt to crash down onto his shins! Holt bounces off and holds his ribs…

JOHNSON: ”Stefan Raab may have just bought himself an opportunity to get back into this match!”

VASSA: ”We’ll see if he can rally behind this mishap.”

Raab and Holt both climb up to their feet simultaneously. Raab quickly latches onto his opponent with a rear waist lock. Instinctively, Holt drives forward to the ropes and tangles his arms to prevent being pulled away. Raab clubs Holt in the back, knocking him free from the ropes. Raab lifts Holt overhead and slams him down onto his back with a german suplex. Raab keeps his grip around Holt’s waist secured and rolls, standing up to his feet and dropping him with a second german suplex! Raab stands to his feet and waves for Holt to stand to his feet. Holt stands and turns right into Raab. Raab scoops him up and drops him on his head with a kneeling reverse piledriver! Raab hooks a leg and looks for the win.

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Holt manages to shoot his shoulder up off of the mat just in the nick of time.

JOHNSON: ”All of that force compacted on DJ Holt’s neck! Raab could have ended Holt’s career with that piledriver.”

VASSA: ”Yet instead, Holt kicked out and we still have a match on our hands.”

Holt gets out of harms way by rolling under the ropes and out to the venues floor. Raab follows along and slides out of the ring. Holt shakes his head and launches himself at Raab, wildly swinging with both his right and left hands. Raab manages to get a hand up and between the two of them and shoves Holt backwards. Holt charges again but this time gets flattened by a clothesline. Raab lifts Holt up and holds him horizontally across his chest. Raab roars before swinging Holt around and throwing him back first into the security railing. Raab watches as Holt winces in pain before lifting him up to his feet and tossing him into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Raab could be on his way to a victory here tonight.”

VASSA: ”He just needs to get into that ring and finish the job. “

Raab slides in the ring as DJ Holt pulls himself up with the aide of the ring ropes. Raab grabs Holt with both hands around his throat and tosses him across the ring. Raab stalks Holt as he crawls around the ring. Each time that he manages to make it to his hands and knees, Raab delivers a well placed soccer kick to the ribs. Raab stands over Holt as he once again makes it to all fours and begin clubbing him across the face with a few forearm shots. Holt flattens out and Raab steps away, staring down at his beaten foe.

RAAB: ”Aufstehen! Aufstehen!”

Holt manages to make it to his feet but Raab snaps him back down face first with the Killercutter! Raab flips Holt over onto his back and hooks a leg.

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Holt miraculously kicks out.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what Raab was yelling at Holt but that modified cutter almost wrapped this match up for him.”

VASSA: ”Either way, the longer this goes on the worse it will be for the both of them. In just over a month they’ll be inside a steel structure trying to become the South-West Heavyweight Champion!”

Raab backed himself into the corner and urged for Holt to stand back up to his feet. Holt began to stir and waited on all fours. Raab charged foolishly and Holt exploded with the Free Lance Crusader spear! Raab wraps his arms around himself, holding his ribs as DJ Holt crawled onto him and hooked a leg.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

JOHNSON: ”Out of nowhere with that Free Lance Crusader! He may have broken a rib or two of Stefan Raab!”

VASSA: ”And just like that, Dustin James Holt made himself into a serious contender for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Championship!”

“Make Things Right” by The Lacs echoed throughout Radio City Music Hall as the ref raised the arm of a seated DJ Holt.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DUSTIN JAMES HOLT!!”

The scene picks up from ‘The Main Attraction’ “Young” Mannie Romero’s dressing room, where he has just finished talking some match strategy with his partner/bodyguard Alec Quartermain.

ALEC: ”You got it now?”

MANNIE: ”Yeah it’s all starting to make sense now…”

‘The Main Attraction’ then stands up from his seat to go use the bathroom.

MANNIE: ”Aye Brah, I’m going to go hit the showers before I suit up. So go ahead and tell Perry about that thing we talked about…”

ALEC: ”Copy!”

“The Glasgow Hooligan” makes his exit of the dressing room as Mannie makes his entrance into the bathroom. Although upon entering Mannie overhears the sound of water pouring and by the sounds of it though, it seems as if the shower head has already been running for at least 20 minutes. So Mannie promptly squares up as he preps himself for a fight; But when he goes to slide the shower door open, he only ends up finding…

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DOLL: ”Hey Sweetie!”

Now while the fogged up sight of a very wet and naked Daysi Doll has seemed to “Raise” every male attendant’s attention, Mannie however much to to his chagrin wasn’t happy about it at all.

MANNIE: ”BITCH ARE YOU CRAZY? You got to go now!”

‘The Main Attraction’ proceeds to remove Daysi from his bathroom by force, but when he goes to throw her out of his dressing room he is once again shocked by next visual.

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”WHAT THE FUCK?”

It’s not hard to tell after seeing the reactions on both Mannie & Daysi faces that the sight/voice in question was none other than his Girlfriend Jacinta Perez, who had just finished wrestling Jessica Black earlier.

MANNIE: ”Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbaby, it’s not what it looks like…”

DOLL: ”Hi i’m Daysi and you are?”

JACINTA: ”DIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!”

“The Loud Mouthed Vixen” charges directly at Daysi Doll but Mannie blocks the attempt by catching her mid-air, which then allows Daysi Doll to escape the dressing room unscathed all while grabbing Mannie’s towel in the process.

MANNIE: ”Babe you got to calm down…”

JACINTA: ”Are you fucking serious Mannie?”

MANNIE: ”Ahhh, MY EYE!”

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*Smmmaaaaccccckkkkk!*

JACINTA: ”Yeah Nigga and now it’s your FACE!”

“The Loud Mouthed proceeds to exit the dressing room as “The Glasgow Hooligan” reemerges with a look of confusion.

ALEC: ”What the hell happened?”

MANNIE: ”It was that Bitch Daysi… FUCK!”

A solid spotlight shines down in the ring as a woman in a business suit is standing inside of it holding a clipboard. She also has glasses over her eyes, her blonde hair tied neatly in a ponytail and a shiny sterling silver wedding band on her left hand. The active audience in the Radio City Music Hall are giving this young lady a standing ovation. She untucks her right arm from underneath her left arm which reveals a microphone firmly in her right hand.

V.JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Vicki Johnson. I am the new spokesperson for your hometown team. The All Stars haven’t lived up to the standards that we have set before them. However I believe with the leadership of The Coach will get them back to where they need to be.”

She takes a quick breather as “Stepped on my J’z” bellows through the PA System. Aiden, Adam and Sydney make their way down the aisle as Vicki shows a giant smile on her face.

V. JOHNSON: ”Speaking of my new clients, the future tag team champions here in 4CW. These three talented individuals will be the reason why everyone finally becomes the Mega Stars they are desperately wanting to become. It will start tonight when they demolish the one tag team who isn’t even in their league. The Granite State of Mind will need something to protect them from the beating they will receive. This is our time now. It’s time to rumble.”

Sydney, Adam and Aiden begin hyping up the crowd as “Letting Go” is playing through the speakers.

The scene cuts to Perry Wallace, sitting behind his desk, with a bunch of papers and files spread out in front of him. His pen is furiously scribbling something on one piece of paper when the door to his office swings open with a loud bang.

In walks Jason Sanity, dressed in his wrestling garb and with an intense look on his face. Before Wallace can even comment on the interruption, Sanity marches toward his desk with an accusing finger pointed straight at him and preempts him.

SANITY: “I need a word with you, Wallace.”

Wallace looks up from his paperwork, offers Sanity an arched eyebrow.

WALLACE: ”Well, hell, come on in, why don’t you?”

Sanity ignores the sarcasm and moves deeper into the office.

WALLACE: ”Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match?”

Sanity once again ignores what Wallace just said and carries on.

SANITY: “Let me make one thing clear.”

He stands in front of Wallace’s desk, fists planted on the edge of the desk, leaning over Wallace.

SANITY: “This shit with you and Wilder’s slut of a mom, I’m warning you if it affects my match in any way, shape or form, you won’t like what happens next.”

Wallace puts up his hands to protest.

WALLACE: ”Hold on a second, there. I don’t know exactly what you’ve heard …”

Sanity cuts him off by slamming a fist onto the desk, sending various items skittering and tumbling.

SANITY: “Save it. I don’t give a shit if the rumors are true or not. If you’re banging that STD ridden tramp, that’s your business. Just make sure you don’t make it my business, if you get what I’m sayin’.”

Before Wallace can respond, Sanity turns on a dime and makes his way to the exit to Wallace’s office, disappearing out the door. Wallace shakes his head for a moment before chuckling and carrying on to what he was doing before.

UNDERCARD
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
ELIMINATION BY PINFALL RUMBLE

LINCOLN CUTLER VS. JOSEPH SULLIVAN VS. JETT WILDER VS. RAVEN VS. NIOBE MARTIN VS. JASON SANITY VS. SHANE BORDERLAND

Cutler and Sullivan both wait in the ring as the crowd waits patiently for the big rumble to begin.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest will be for the 4CW Pride Championship. In the ring right now, Lincoln Cutler and Joseph Sullivan!”

JOHNSON: ”We have our first two competitors in the ring folks. This match will be an elimination by pin fall rumble for the 4CW Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”I’ve been looking forward to this match and the introduction of a new championship all week.”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “My Moment” by DJ Drama begins to play over the theatre.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

As the music hits the fans more than 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 until his opponent is ready to make their entrance.

VASSA: ”I’m still wondering about those rumors that surfaced involving Daysi and Perry…”

JOHNSON: ”They’re not considered rumors when there is concrete evidence and those photos are just that.”

“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.”

VASSA: ”Here’s our first four that will start the match off.”

JOHNSON: ”Lincoln Cutler, Joseph Sullivan, Jett Wilder and Raven are those four. The other three will be introduced one by one after an elimination is made.”

VASSA: ”Whoever can make it to the end that’s in the ring right now will have a lot of work cut out for them. Niobe Martin, Shane Borderland and Jason Sanity have yet to be announced and will enter at the tail end of this rotation. This is going to be a big match!”

The ref walks to the center of the ring as each wrestler stands in a separate corner. He checks with each corner and receives the nod before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Sullivan and Jett rush each other and exchange punches while Raven and Cutler slowly circle each other in the center of the ring. Jett backs Sullivan into the corner and unloads on him with a combination of punches to the stomach. Sullivan then grabs him by the head and slams his face against the top of the turnbuckle, stunning him. Meanwhile, Cutler and Raven lock up. The two test each others strength as they try to get leverage over the other. Cutler gets the advantage with his size and gets Raven in a headlock. She quickly pushes him off and sends him to the ropes. When he bounces back and comes at her, she stands her ground but gets knocked to her back with a shoulder block from Cutler. Across the ring, Sullivan opens up with a fury of fists to Jett. Throwing head and body shots, Jett struggles to block each brutal blow as it connects. Sullivan lifts Jett up and sits him on top of the turnbuckle. On the other side of the ring, Cutler has another headlock applied on Raven who fights to break free. Back to the corner, Sullivan climbs the turnbuckle over Jett and delivers a couple of big punches to the head. Jett then headbutts him in the stomach, before grabbing Sulliva’n by the head. He pushes Sullivan back and jumps from the turnbuckle, bringing Sullivan down to the canvas with a facebuster from the top rope. While Cutler applies the pressure with the headlock, Raven wraps her arms around his waist and lifts him into the air, falling back and dropping him to the mat with a belly to back suplex.

VASSA: ”The veterans had control of this match but I think things may have just changed.”

JOHNSON: ”Sullivan looks to be feeling it big time from that facebuster from the top. He’s going to feel that in the morning.”

VASSA: ”Cutler didn’t take as bad of a hit as Sullivan did but I think he may have underestimated Raven.”

Raven gets to her feet as Cutler slowly follows. She kicks him in the stomach just as he gets up and plants his head into the canvas with a DDT. Across the ring, Jett gets up and pulls Sullivan up as well. He positions himself behind Sullivan and wraps his arm around his head before taking a few steps forward and dropping him to the canvas with a bulldog. Raven quickly gets up and climbs the turnbuckle as Cutler slowly begins to push himself up. As he stands up, she jumps from the top rope and lands on his shoulders, flipping backwards and taking him to the mat with a hurricanrana. Raven manages to keep one leg hooked for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

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LINCOLN CUTLER ELIMINATED

Across the ring, Jett lifts Sullivan back to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Sullivan bounces back and comes at Jett only to get hit with a dropkick that sends him falling back a few steps. As he falls back, Jett moves in and hits him with another drop kick that knocks him to the ropes. Sullivan holds himself up using the top rope, giving Jett time to get to his feet. Once Jett rises, Sullivan lunges forward but Jett ducks and takes him down to the canvas with a quick cradle. The ref quickly drops down for the count…

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Raven quickly moves in to break the pin but just as she jumps in the air with a flying dropkick, the refs hand slaps the canvas.

THREE!!!

JOSEPH SULLIVAN ELIMINATED

VASSA: ”That’s two eliminated quickly, back to back!”

JOHNSON: ”Cutler and Sullivan didn’t expect things to turn out like this tonight.”

VASSA: ”It’s time for them to go home!”

JOHNSON: ”Wait a minute! Raven and Jett are throwing down in the center of the ring!”

Raven and Jett exchange punches in the center of the ring as Cutler and Sullivan walk around the outside of the ring, headed towards the back.

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, before running into the mix and throwing down with Jett and Raven..

VASSA: ”Niobe is in the house ladies and gents!”

JOHNSON: ”And she’s getting straight to business and getting in the mix with Jett and Raven who are tearing each other apart in the center of the ring.”

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 then takes off running and slides underneath the bottom rope. Sanity quickly runs to the trio fighting and turns Raven around and connects with a hard right hand followed by an arm breaker, taking her down to the canvas. Niobe and Jett the stand off and lock up in the center before Niobe takes point and flips Jett down to the canvas with a fireman’s carry takedown.

JOHNSON: ”Jason Sanity came right down to the ring and didn’t hesitate to get in the action!”

VASSA: ”This guy is full of energy each time he comes to the ring. It’s a pleasure to see him in action.”

Sanity gets to his feet and lifts Raven up. He then knocks her back a step with a hard jab to the chin. As Raven regains her footing, Sanity spins and connects with a roundhouse kick that knocks her to the ropes. Raven hits the ropes and bounces back just as Sanity turns to face her. He catches her in motion and takes her over the top and down to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Niobe and Jett continue to scrap on the mat as they roll over and over, one gaining position on the other before losing it. Niobe positions herself on top of Jett and draws back for a punch but opens herself up to receive a headbutt from Jett. Niobe rolls over to the side as Jett quickly gets to his feet and grabs her by the hair, lifting her from the mat. Jett throws Niobe to the ropes and when she comes back, he spins her in the air and drops her across his knee with a tilt-a-while backbreaker. Across the ring, Sanity has Raven in a headlock. She fights to break free but Sanity refuses to let go. He then punches her in the head a couple of times before flipping her down to the canvas with the headlock still applied. Sanity hits her a few more times before getting back up to his feet. He stomps Raven a few times while she’s down but she catches his foot and twists his ankle, pulling him down to the mat. Raven quickly gets up and stomps on Sanity’s chest for a moment before grabbing him by the head and lifting him to his feet. She then lifts Sanity up and flips him back over her head with a fallaway slam. On the other side of the ring, Jett waits a few feet back as Niobe slowly starts to get up. Once she finally gets to both feet, Jett rushes her and connects with a running lariat that flips her in the air, dropping her to the canvas with a thud.

JOHNSON: ”Wildin’ Out!”

Jett gets to his feet and shows off for the crowd as Niobe lays on the canvas barely moving. Meanwhile, Raven pulls Sanity to his feet. She knees him in the stomach and then wraps him up to lift into the air, dropping him with a fisherman’s suplex bridged into a pin. The ref quickly drops down for the count…

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KICKOUT!!!

Across the ring, Jett climbs the turnbuckle and shows off for the crowd again while in the spotlight. He then turns around and faces the ring as Niobe continues to lay , barely moving. Jett then leaps from the top rope with big air and comes down, connecting with a frog splash.

JOHNSON: ”The Swag Splash1″

VASSA: ”This could be it for Niobe!”

Jett covers Niobe for the pin as the ref quickly rushes over, drops down and begins the count…

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THREE!!!

NIOBE MARTIN ELIMINATED

VASSA: ”She gave it her all but tonight just wasn’t her night!”

Raven lifts Sanity from the mat but gets surprised when he pushes forward, wraps his arms around her waist and drives her back into the corner. Sanity unloads with a combination of punches and then hits Raven in the mouth with a standing dropkick. Raven holds on to the rope, keeping herself from going to the ground.

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 then enters the ring with his sights set on Jett.

JOHNSON: ”The Bad Boy is here!”

VASSA: ”It’s going to get interesting now!”

Borderland quickly rushes Jett and the two collide into each other with a fury of punches. Across the ring, Sanity still has Raven in the corner doing a number on her. He connects with a few more punches before going to lift her up onto the top of the turnbuckle. As he goes to lift, Raven hits him in the side of the head with an elbow. She then pushes him away from the corner and lunges at him with a clothesline. Sanity ducks just before contact and steps behind Raven. He then grabs her head and pulls it backwards before wrapping his arm around it. He then drops her to the canvas with a falling reverse DDT.

VASSA: ”UH OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”END GAME!!!”

Sanity then covers Raven as the other two fight on the other side of the ring. The ref quickly moves in for the count…

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TWO

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THREE!!!

RAVEN ELIMINATED

Sanity quickly pops up to his feet and charges Borderland and Jett as they exchange punches. He jumps in the middle of them and pushes Jett to the corner. Borderland then connects with an elbow to the back of his head

VASSA: ”Damnit! I was really looking forward to Raven being one of the last two.”

JOHNSON: ”In a match like this, anything is possible. There’s so much going on, everyone has to look over their shoulder but opens themselves up to attack.”

As Borderland goes forward, Jett kicks him in the stomach and then lifts him upside down before planting his head into the canvas with a piledriver. As Jett gets to his feet, Sanity is right there on the attack. Sanity hits him with a right hand and then grabs him by the head, leans forward, and drops to his knees while pulling Jett’s head down. Once Sanity’s motion stops, he drives the top of his head into Jett’s chin, knocking him down to the ground with a chin buster. Sanity quickly gets up and runs to the corner. He ascends the turnbuckle and turns to face the ring. Borderland is pulling Jett from the mat and beating on him furiously. Sanity then leaps from the top rope and takes them both out with a double clothesline. The three scramble to get back to their feet as Sanity makes it up with. Borderland pushes Jett back to the canvas as Sanity runs to the ropes and comes back with a running clothesline. Borderland ducks the attack and steps behind Sanity. He then jumps in the air, grabs Sanity by the back of the head and falls backwards pulling him down. As Borderland hits the canvas, his knees drive into Sanity’s back and completes the backstabber.

JOHNSON: ”SPINAL TAP!!!”

As Borderland stands to his feet, Jett hits him from behind with a forearm to the shoulders. Borderland falls to one knee and Jett follows up with another forearm to the back. Jett then grabs him by the back of the head and turns to face him. Jett wraps both arms around him and goes for a belly to belly suplex but Borderland keeps his footing and stays down. Borderland then headbutts Jett right between the eyes and breaks his hold. Borderland then grabs Jett’s wrist and pulls it down while wrapping his other arm around his head, hooking Jett’s other arm over his shoulder. Borderland then lifts Jett up in a suplex and plants his head into the canvas on the way down with a wrist-clutch exploder.

JOHNSON: ”ELITE VELOCITY!!!”

VASSA: ”Shane is on a roll! That’s two big impact moves within the last few moments of this match!”

Borderland then covers Jett for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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THREE!!!

JETT WILDER ELIMINATED

Borderland slowly climbs to his feet only to notice Sanity standing in the corner, watching his every move.

VASSA: ”We’re down to two people now! It’s time to make some magic!”

JOHNSON: ”Jason Sanity and Shane Borderland will now finish the match and compete for the 4CW Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”After it’s all said and done, I can guarantee that these two will put on one hell of a show!”

The two move to the center of the ring and circle each other as the crowd gets louder and louder as they wait in anticipation. Borderland makes the first move and shoots in for Sanity’s leg. Sanity sprawls on top of him and climbs onto Borderland’s back. He gives Borderland a couple of cross faces before pushing his face to the canvas and climbing to his feet. Borderland gets up in a rage and comes at Sanity full force. Borderland swings with a right but misses as Sanity leans back to dodge the punch. Borderland then kicks him in the side with his left foot before following up with a right that connects with Sanity’s jaw. Borderland then kicks Sanity in the stomach and quickly moves in to take him down with a neckbreaker. Borderland then gets up and grabs Sanity’s legs and locks them for a Texas Cloverleaf. Just as Borderland goes to turn Sanity’s body, Sanity kicks his legs straight and hits Borderland in the chest with both. Borderland goes back a few steps, leaving Sanity enough room to get back to his feet. Borderland lunges forward to lock up but gets stopped as Sanity drives his shoulder into his stomach. Sanity then pops up and hooks Borderland’s head, then flips him over to the mat with a snapmare.

VASSA: ”Now that it’s just two people in the ring, these two can focus on each other without having to worry about who may be behind them.”

JOHNSON: ”You could say that these two had the advantage in this match coming out in the last two positions. They’re obviously more fresh than anyone else who was in the match.”

VASSA: ”Which means we should witness a great ending with the last two standing.”

Sanity picks Borderland up from the mat and lifts him up. He then drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Sanity runs to the corner and climbs to the second rope. He turns around to face the ring and then jumps from the rope and comes down on Borderland’s chest with a knee drop. Sanity then gets up and grabs Borderland by the head and pulls him to his feet once more. Borderland suddenly spreads his arms apart, swatting Sanity’s away from him. Sanity swings with a hard right but misses as Borderland ducks underneath the blow. Borderland steps behind Sanity and locks in a sleep hold. Sanity fights to break free but comes up short as Borderland keeps the hold locked in and chokes the life out of him. Borderland then falls forward and hits Sanity with a sleeper hold drop in the center of the ring. Borderland quickly makes the cover as the ref drops down for the count.

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Borderland looks up at the ref with anger as he pushes himself up to his feet. He then kicks Sanity a few times while he’s down before grabbing him by the head and lifting him up. Borderland then goes to throw Sanity to the corner. Just as he goes to release him, Sanity keeps his grip and spins around, throwing Borderland to the corner instead. Borderland hits the corner hard and bounces forward only to fall into a superkick from Sanity.

JOHNSON: ”Sanity just laid him out. It’s Lights Out!!”

As Borderland falls to his back, Sanity falls to one knee and then slowly covers him for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Jason Sanity has won it!”

JOHNSON: ”The outcome of this match changed in the blink of an eye!”

VASSA: ”We have our first 4CW Pride Champion! Jason Sanity has won the belt!”

“Come With Me” hits the sound system as Sanity climbs to his feet.

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

The ref walks to the ropes and grabs the championship from a member of the ringside crew. He then walks to Sanity and hands him he title. The ref raises Sanity’s arm in the air as Sanity raises the title with his other arm.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and 4CW Pride Champion… JASON SSAANNIITTYY!!!”

The ref drops Sanity’s arm as he grabs the championship with both hands and looks at it, shinning in the light.

JOHNSON: ”That’s it folks! Jason Sanity pulled out the win out of nowhere and is our new and first 4CW Pride Champion.”

VASSA: ”For a moment there I thought Borderland was going to maintain control and finish the match.”

JOHNSON: ”I have a feeling that these two will be meeting again. I know Borderland isn’t going to take this one on the chin and move on.”

VASSA: ”Maybe we’ll see these two in the ring again at Fright Night with the strap on the line?”

JOHNSON: ”Who knows! We’ll just have to find out in two weeks. We’ll be right back folks. We’re going to go backstage for a brief moment to clear the ring.”

CO-HEADLINE
EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME RULES MATCH

“YOUNG” MANNIE ROMERO VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK ©
w/ PERRY WALLACE AS SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE
w/ ALEC QUARTERMAIN & MICHAEL SALIERI AS LUMBERJACKS

VASSA: ”It wouldn’t be a farewell tour for the north-east without a little Extreme Championship action!”

JOHNSON: ””Young” Mannie will be challenging Havok for the championship with Perry Wallace as the special guest referee…”

VASSA: ”Again???”

Just as Vassa goes silent, the crowd bursts into boos as Wallace walks out from the back in a jumpsuit with Michael Salieri by his side. The two waste no time and head straight down to ringside. Salieri climbs onto the apron and raises the top rope as Wallace crawls underneath and enters the ring. As Wallace walks towards the center, Salieri steps onto the floor and walks to the side of the ring in front of the announcers booth.

JOHNSON: ”When Havok defeated Mannie for the championship, Mr. Walace was the special ref.”

VASSA: ”You mean when Havok stole the Extreme championship? That’s how I remember it!”

JOHNSON: ”Ever since, Mr. Wallace has set out to destroy Havok and although this may be the same match we saw a few weeks ago, we have two lumberjacks that will be at ringside with their sights set on Havok.”

VASSA: ”Well there’s one right here standing in front of us. Michael Salieri is a monster. Then we have Alec who will be making his appearance with Mannie shortly.”

JOHNSON: ”If Havok walks away with the championship tonight I will be impressed!”

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

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

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

VASSA: ”What the hell?”

Wallace quickly approaches the trio and orders Jacinta to leave ringside. The four begin to argue as things get heated, Salieri hops onto the apron and quickly moves in, standing between the trio and Wallace.im and Alec stare each other down for a few moments before Wallace pulls him away. Mannie then turns to Jacinta and nods towards the back. All of a sudden, she blows up in his face and begins yelling at him as Alec slowly nudges her to the ropes. Jacinta and Mannie share a few words before the exits the ring and storms towards the back.

JOHNSON: ”Jacinta looks angry!”

VASSA: ”She has every right to be angry at Mannie. If she were with me, I’d treat her like a queen.”

JOHNSON: ”If she were with you, I’d feel sorry for her.”

“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 Championhip 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.

VASSA: ”And here’s Havok with his interrupting entrance. Perfect timing!”

JOHNSON: ”The fans did come here to see some extreme wrestling, not listen to you talk about your fantasies.”

VASSA: ”Uh oh! Him and Wallace are already exchanging words!”

Wallace snatches the championship from Havok’s hands as the crowd erupts in boos. Havok quickly bumps chests with Perry and gets in his face. Salieri quickly pulls Wallace back and steps in between them as him and Havok have a stare off. Havok then stands down and backs to his corner as Mannie and Alec stand on the opposite side of the ring laughing. Wallace then holds the championship in the air as he walks to the center of the ring. The crowd cheers loudly as he spins it in the air, showing it off. Wallace then walks to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before walking back to the center of the ring. Wallace yells for Alec to leave the ring before checking with Mannie for the nod. He then looks to Havok and gets the nod. Wallace then turns around and whispers in Salieri’s ear before signaling for him to step to the outside. Wallace then raises both hands in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

Mannie and Havok walk towards each other to the center of the ring. They stand face to face, talking trash as the tension builds. Wallace then steps forward and leans in, yelling for the two to get things started. Both Mannie and Havok turn their attention to Wallace who looks back at them both. Havok then places his hand on Wallace’s chest and goes to push him away before Wallace slaps his hand away from his chest. Havok quickly turns his attention away from Mannie and faces Wallace, backing him towards the ropes. Wallace then holds his ground and stands chest to chest with Havok as the two exchange words. Out of nowhere, Mannie attacks Havok from behind. Wallace jumps out of the way as Havok goes to the ropes. Mannie quickly jumps on Havok’s back as he holds on to the ropes, laying down on him with hard punches to the back of the head. Havok throws an elbow back and hits Mannie in the jaw, knocking him off. As Mannie goes back, Havok quickly turns around. He goes to rush Mannie but gets his leg caught by Salieri on the outside. Havok turns his attention to Salieri on the outside and tries to pull his leg free. Wallace laughs at him as Salieri refuses to let go. Havok then jerks his leg back and Salieri lets go. Havok stumbles backwards into the grasp of Mannie who wraps his arms around him and slams him to the canvas with a German suplex.

VASSA: ”Havok is going to have his work cut out for him if the odds are going to be stacked against him like this all night.”

JOHNSON: ”Perry Wallace has a hatred for Havok. He could have set up a plan with Salieri, Mannie and Alec to put Havok in his place.”

The two quickly get to their feet. As they stare at each other once again, Perry yells at Havok, distraction him. When his attention turns to Perry, Mannie moves in with a combo of stiff MMA strikes and kicks. Havok tries to fend them off but is at a disadvantage as Mannie backs him into the corner. Mannie connects with a stiff punch to Havok’s jaw, knocking his head back. In a split second, Mannie then kicks him in the stomach and picks him up, scoop slamming him into the turnbuckle back first. As Havok falls, his legs get caught in the ropes. Hanging there, defenseless, Mannie opens up with kicks to his stomach. On the outside, Salieri rushes to the corner and reaches inside of the ring. He wraps his hands around Havok’s face and pulls it towards the outside while Havok still hangs there. Mannie then takes a few steps back and rushes forward, connecting with a drop kick to Havok’s stomach. As he does, Salieri releases his hold and Mannie falls down to the canvas. Mannie gets to his feet and grabs Havok by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He then throws Havok up and over the top rope, sending him to the outside.

JOHNSON: ”If Havok didn’t have to worry about Salieri enough from inside of the ring, he gets to deal with him on the outside!”

VASSA: ”Things aren’t looking too good for Havok in this match. Attacking Wallace could have been the worst thing he’s done or could have done to himself.”

JOHNSON: ”He weaseled his way into the championship match with Mannie and then stole the show with forcing Perry’s count. Karma is now knocking at his door!”

On the outside, Salieri lifts Havok up from the floor and knees him in the stomach a few times. He then draws back with his right hand and connects with a brutal punch that nearly knocks Havok free from his other hand. Salieri then turns him around and throws him to the corner of the ring. Havok’s head slams into the ring post. Havok stumbles back a few steps right into a hard lariat to his back from Salieri. Wallace stands at the ropes and yells for Salieri to throw him back in the ring. Salieri then lifts him up and rolls him underneath the bottom rope back into the ring. On the other side, Alec hands Mannie a steel chair from the outside.

JOHNSON: ”This could be trouble for Havok!”

VASSA: ”It’s bad enough that Michael Salieri put a beating on him outside of the ring, now Alec is handing Mannie a steel chair to take charge with.”

Mannie stands in the corner with the chair in hand as Havok slowly begins to come to. Havok slowly comes to his feet. As he does, Mannie charges at him with the chair raises above his head. Mannie swings the chair for Havok’s head but misses as Havok ducks underneath. The chair slams on top of the turnbuckle and sends a sting up Mannie’s arms. Havok then moves in behind Mannie and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker. As mannie hits the canvas, he brings the chair down and slams it in his face. Havok slowly gets to his feet as Mannie rolls away from the corner, leaving the chair behind. Havok picks it up and slowly walks towards Mannie, stalking him. Havok then slams the chair across Mannie’s stomach. Mannie releases a roar as the chair connects. Havok then raises the chair again and comes down once more, slamming it into Mannie’s stomach. Havok then runs to the ropes and bounces back, running at Mannie and leaping into the air. Havok positions the chair underneath his thigh and comes down on Mannie with a leg drop, smashing the chair into his face. Havok quickly covers for the pin as Perry takes his time to get down to his knees for the count.

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VASSA: ”Mannie kicked out!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Of course he did! Perry obviously wasn’t in a rush to drop down and give a fair count.”

VASSA: ”Are you questioning the boss?”

JOHNSON: ”Well… no… uh…”

VASSA: ”I’m just messing with you, Steve. Calm down!”

Havok pops up in a rage and approaches Wallace who is just getting to his feet. He backs Wallace to the corner and begins to run his mouth as Wallace listens cautiously. On the outside, Salieri climbs onto the apron and quickly moves in. Havok notices in the corner of his eye and turns his attention to Salieri. Havok takes a few quick steps towards him and connects with an elbow to Salieri’s head, knocking him off the apron and down to the floor. Wallace then runs to the opposite side of the ring by Mannie and begins to well for him to get to his feet. Havok turns back towards him and rushes the corner. Havok spreads his arms to attack Wallace. Just as he gets close, Wallace ducks and Havok runs with into a hard right punch from Alec who just jumped onto the apron. Havok stumbles back a few steps before tripping over his feet and falling to the canvas. Mannie gets to his feet and runs to Havok and jumps in the air, coming down with two knees into his chest. Upon contact, Mannie rolls off of Havok as the ring shakes from the impact. Wasting no time, Mannie gets back up and moves in on Havok. He kicks him a few times while he’s down and then turns his attention to the chair lying across the ring from them. Mannie walks over and grabs the chair from the mat. As he turns back towards Havok with the chair raises up, he gets surprised as Havok is right there to kick it in his face.

VASSA: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”In a match like this, you CANNOT turn your back to the opponent or it will come back to bite you.”

Mannie falls back and hits the ropes, flipping over the top backwards and falling to the floor below. Alec quickly rushes to him and helps him get to his feet as Havok looks on from the outside. Mannie leans on Alec as the two begin to mouth off at Havok inside of the ring, taunting for him to come to the outside. Wallace then yells at Havok to go to the outside but Havok just laughs it off and waves for Mannie to climb back in the ring. A few moments pass and Havok backs to the ropes opposite of Mannie and waits, giving him space to enter the ring. Mannie and Alec talk amongst each other for a moment before Mannie slides underneath the bottom rope. Just as Havok goes to take a step…

CRACK!!!

Salieri connects with a chair shot to his back from the outside of the ring. Havok stumbles forward as Mannie quickly moves in and hits him with a powerful European uppercut that knocks him backwards. Havok falls back, hits the ropes and flips over the top rope, falling to the hard floor on the outside. Salieri then takes a couple of swings with the chair and connects with Havoks back.. He then tosses the chair aside and lifts Havok from the floor. He then lifts Havok into the air with a military press and throws him back into the ring, over the top rope.

JOHNSON: ”Michael Salieri is nothing but pure muscle.”

VASSA: ”It’s pretty obvious why Perry hired the guy to be his bodyguard.”

Havok rolls to over to his back as Mannie quickly moves in. Mannie runs towards him and then stops, coming down with a delayed fist drop connecting to Havok’s head. Mannie then get up and pulls Havok up as well. Holding him up with his left hand, Mannie delivers a couple of hard punches to his forehead. Mannie then takes a step back and comes forward with a palm strike to Havok’s chest that knocks him back a few steps. Havok remains on his feet but wobbles as Mannie hits the ropes behind him and comes back. As Mannie approaches, he does a handspring and vaults himself onto Havok’s shoulders with his legs wrapped around his head. Mannie then goes backwards for a Frankensteiner but Havok wraps his arms around his waist and slams him to the canvas with a powerbomb. Havok then gets up slowly and grabs Mannie by the head, pulling him up as well. Havok drags Mannie over to the ropes and begins to choke him with the top rope. Mannie fights to break free but comes up short as Havok holds on with everything he has, choking the life out of him. On the outside, Salieri runs towards them with a chair above his head, swinging for the fences. Havok takes notice and releases the hold, taking a step back as Salieri swings the chair and connects with the top of Mannie’s head. Mannie falls away from the ropes onto his back as he hits the canvas. Havok then drops down and covers him for the pin. Wallace hesitates for a moment before dropping down and beginning the count.

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Just as Wallace swings his hand to hit the mat for the three count, Salieri grabs Mannie’s leg and pulls him to the outside, dragging Havok along as well. Wallace stops his hand just before it hits the canvas as a facial expression of relief overcomes him.

JOHNSON: ”COME ON!!! This isn’t what lumberjacks are supposed to do!”

VASSA: ”That’s the thing, Steve. There are no rules so technically they can do whatever they want.”

Salieri quickly pulls Havok off of Mannie and throws him into the barricade at ringside. Havok’s back slams into it with force. From the other end of the ring, Alec runs to the action and connects with a running big boot to Havok’s face as he leans on the barricade. Alec quickly turns his attention to Mannie and helps him get to his feet. Salieri grabs Havok and drags him back to the ring and rolls him in underneath the bottom rope. He then turns to Mannie and reaches for him but Alec swats his hands away. The two then exchange words and get in each others face. Mannie finally comes to and separates them and tells Alec to stand down. He then rolls into the ring. Just as Mannie stands up, Havok is right there standing and ready to surprise him. Havok swings at Mannie with a right but gets block. Mannie then fires back with a hard right of his own but it gets blocked. Havok then swings with a right haymaker but misses as Mannie ducks it. Mannie fires back with a quick jab to Havok’s stomach and then pushes him away towards the center of the ring. Mannie takes off from where he’s standing and rushes Havok and connects with a lariat that flips Havok over to the canvas. Mannie then crawls on top of havoc as he scrambles to get away. The two hit each other with a few punches but Mannie has the advantage being on top. Mannie then wraps his arms around Havok’s and swings his head down, connecting with a hard headbutt that stuns him.

VASSA: ”These two are going to tear each other apart!”

JOHNSON: ”I haven’t seen a brawl like this since Mannie squared off with The Red Pioneer in the parking lot brawl weeks before Ante Up.”

Mannie then pushes himself off of Havok and climbs to his feet. He turns around and looks at the corner for a moment where Alec is standing just on the outside yelling for his attention. Mannie walks over to the corner as Alec climbs onto the apron. The two then begin to remove the cover from the top of the turnbuckle, exposing the bare metal underneath.

JOHNSON: ”This just keeps on getting uglier!”

VASSA: ”Nothing is off limits in this match and these two are going to use the ring to Mannie’s advantage.”

Mannie finally rips the cover away from the top of the turnbuckle and throws it into the air towards the crowd. He then turns back to Havok who is slowly coming to while laying on his back in the center of the ring. Mannie runs at him and drops a running knee to Havok’s forehead. He then pulls him up from the mat and lifts him into the air, dropping him to the canvas with a vertical suplex. As the two fall to the mat, Mannie rolls on top of Havok and hits him with a couple of stiff elbow stikes to the head. He then stands up and pulls Havok up. Mannie then goes to throw Havok to the corner with the exposed metal turnbuckle. Just before Mannie can release him, Havok hangs on and turns Mannie around and throws him to the corner instead. Mannie hits the corner with speed as his back slams into the exposed turnbuckle. Releasing a loud yell, Mannie stumbles forward as Havok steps into him and connects with a superkick that lays him out.

JOHNSON: ”SORROW ENFORCED!!!”

VASSA: ”Mannie’s plan backfired!”

Mannie falls backwards to the canvas and hits it with a thud. As he does, Alec climbs onto the apron. Havok quickly rushes in on him and hits him with a couple of right hands. Alec fires back with a punch that connects with havok’s jaw, knocking him back a step. Havok then steps forward and hits Alec with a superkick that sends him flying off the apron and crashing into the barricade.

VASSA: ”He hit Alec with the Sorrow Enforced!”

On the adjacent apron, Salieri climbs up. Havok quickly notices in the corner of his eye and rushes in towards him. As Havok gets closer, he lifts his leg in the air and connects with another superkick to Salieri’s jaw. Salieri falls from the apron and hits the floor below as the crowd pops with cheers.

JOHNSON: ”Talk about evening the odds! Havok has taken out both lumberjacks while Mannie is still out on the canvas!”

VASSA: ”With both of them on the outside, he wasn’t going to get a break. Havok did what needed to be done. Now he just has to finish off Mannie!”

Havok then walks to Mannie and pulls him up from the canvas. He then bends Mannie over and pulls his head between his legs. Havok then puts his arms underneath Mannie’s and grabs behind his knees. Havok lifts Mannie upside down and then drops into a sitting position, driving Mannie’s head into the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”The Reign of Terror!”

VASSA: ”He’s making sure Mannie is out cold!”

Havok then stands up and throws Wallace to the mat, beside Mannie. He covers mannie for the pin and grabs Wallace by the shirt, forcing him to count.

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Havok quickly gets to his feet and lifts Wallace up. He then pushes Wallace into the corner and stands in his face.

VASSA: ”Havok won it! He actually won it!”

JOHNSON: ”About time! Wallace has been jerking him around all night. I’m just glad to see a fair count.”

A member of the ringside crew walks to the side of the ring and hands the championship to Wallace. Wallace looks at it for a moment before he swallows his pride and hands the Extreme championship to Havok. Wallace then raises his arm in the air.

POWERS: ”Your winner and still 4CW Extreme Champion… HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system. Wallace continues to hold Havok’s arm in the air as he soaks in the victory.

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

Meanwhile, Alec slides into the ring. Wallace notices in the corner of his eye. Havok doesn’t notice and goes to pull his arm away but Wallace keeps it held in the air. Havok then yells for Wallace to release him but he doesn’t. Alec then charges at Havok from behind and swings with a lariat. Havok finally jerks his hand away from Wallace and drops to his back and rolls out of the ring just as Alec’s lariat connects with Wallace, flipping him up and over the top rope. Wallace falls to the outside and crashes.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Alec just obliterated Perry and knocked him to the outside of the ring.”

Havok laughs on the outside and makes his way up the ramp while keeping an eye on everyone in and outside of the ring. Alec checks on Mannie as Salieri checks on Wallace on the outside. Havok continues to back up the ramp with a smile on his face.

JOHNSON: ”Well Havok has retained the championship and Alec has taken out the boss. Things just aren’t going well for Perry Wallace.”

VASSA: ”There’s going to be hell to pay for this. I wouldn’t want to be in either of their shoes.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll be right back folks. We’re going to go backstage for a moment as we get the ring cleared for our next contest.”

CO-HEADLINE
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

NEW GEN RISING © VS. AMERICAN PSYCHOS

JOHNSON: ”It’s time for our third title match of the evening. New Gen Rising sits on top of the very competitive tag team division and they are up against the only team that has beaten them thus far…”

VASSA: ”Jax Waverly and Jai Knightly have been licking their lips for a shot ever since winning a four way elimination tag match by defeating the champs.”

JOHNSON: ”Well today is their day! Today is their moment. This is when the time for talking is over. “

VASSA: ”We’ll have to see how the anticipation translates tonight with the titles on the line. It’s one thing to want something. It’s another to man up and go for it!”

The feed cuts to Mike Powers who’s standing by ready to introduce the participants of the title match.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!”

The crowd erupts as they jump to their feet and peer back towards the entrance way.

POWERS: ”Introducing first, the challengers…At a combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds…Jax Waverly…Jai Knightly…the AMERICAN PSYCHOS!”

The heartbeat of the music can be heard pumping through the arena as the lights beat to its rhythm. The drums get louder and switch to a different tune as Jai Knightly and Jax Waverly appear at the top of the entrance. They look around at the fans with sadistic smiles before beginning their slow walk to the ring. Jax and Jai reach the base of the ring, as the boos continue to file in, followed by some surprising cheers. Jax ascends the ring steps as Jai hops up onto the apron and through the ropes. Jax follows behind him as they choose a corner and look up at the entrance area.

POWERS: ”And their opponents…At a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds…They are the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Jace Savage…Brian Hollywood…NEW GEN RISING!!”

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

JOHNSON: ”Looks like we’re going to be starting with Hollywood against Waverly.”

VASSA: ”Look how hungry Jax is. Look at the fire burning in his eyes. He wants those straps so bad he can taste it. He wants to walk out of New York City on top of the mountain with Jai Knightly!”

The official walks over to the American Psycho’s corner holding the tag titles, displaying them to the challengers. He ducks through the ropes and hands them off to the time keeper and before he could even get back into the ring and signal for the opening bell, Jax Waverly had charged across the ring and pounced on Brian Hollywood. The two exchange blows as the ref finally calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Neither man gained the advantage and the turned to a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for position, rolling along the ropes, eventually ending with Jax’s back pushed against a neutral corner. Jax wraps his leg in the ropes, forcing the refs hand to separate the two men. After a seemingly clean break, Jax reaches up and rakes the eyes of Brian Hollywood. He grabs Hollywood from underneath his arms and flips him into the corner. Jax whips Hollywood across the ring and follows behind at full steam, squishing him in the corner with a clothesline. Jax transitions into a side headlock and runs out of the corner, driving him into the canvass with a running bulldog.

JOHNSON: ”Hollywood let his guard down only for a moment and Jax Waverly capitalized!”

VASSA: ”It’s too early to cost him but a mistake like that later on could very well put an end to the New Gen Rising title reign.”

Waverly lifts Hollywood up by his arm and twists it before pulling him towards the American Psychos corner. Knightly extends his hand and gets tagged into the match. With Waverly still holding Hollywood’s arm, Knightly puts a boot into his exposed ribs. Knightly grabs Hollywood by his hair and pulls him backwards, forcing his body to bridge while being held in an inverted face lock. Knightly drops back with a reverse DDT and quickly floats over for a quick cover.

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Hollywood kicks out rather effortlessly and Knightly quickly moves up onto knees positioned near his shoulders. Knightly hammers down with a couple of right hands before lifting Hollywood up to his feet. Hollywood tries to escape by hitting a few back elbows into Knightly stomach. He creates enough space to take a step but Knightly charges from behind and hits him with a running forearm smash.

JOHNSON: ”And Knightly has just tagged Waverly back into the match.”

VASSA: ”We’ve talked about this before. Quick tags, quick covers, all of which are a great recipe for a smart strategy in a tag team match. These guys know what they’re doing and could very well be on their way to becoming the tag champs.”

Waverly steps into the ring and immediately climbs up onto the second rope in his corner. He allows for Hollywood to rise up to his feet before leaping off, grabbing him with a front face lock and then driving him down with a jumping tornado DDT! Waverly lifts Hollywood up to his feet and tosses him aside into his teams corner. He squeezes the middle ropes with each hand and begins forcefully thrusting his shoulder into Hollywood’s midsection. Knightly reaches in over the top rope and tags himself in. Knightly runs across the ring, staying out of the reach of Jace Savage as Waverly drops down to all fours. Knightly runs back at Hollywood, leaps off of Waverly’s back and hits a corner splash! He allows for Hollywood to flop out of the corner and tries for another cover.

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JOHNSON: ”Waverly practically taunted Jace Savage before going back at his partner.”

VASSA: ”It’s been well documented that New Gen has been struggling to fit in with the House of Howe. You have to wonder if their heads aren’t one hundred percent into this tag match. I’m not trying to give them a crutch, but you can’t help and wonder.”

Waverly allows for Hollywood to stand up in a neutral corner. Hollywood staggers out and Waverly spins himself around looking for a spinning forearm smash. Hollywood ducks underneath and freezes. As soon as Waverly turns back around, Hollywood drives him down to the mat with a diamond cutter! Hollywood begins to squirm away, making it to the nearby ropes. He pulls himself up to his feet while keeping a close eye on Waverly as he begins to stir. Hollywood drops down onto Waverly in a mounted position and begins hitting him with right hands. He stands up and reaches out to his partner, tagging him in. Jace enters the ring and the two lifts Waverly up. They whip him across the ring to the ropes. On the rebound Savage and Hollywood lift Waverly up with a military press. Instead of dropping him, the flip him down onto his back with a double spine buster!

JOHNSON: ”What an impressive move! It seems like every time they step in the ring they have a new double team move!”

VASSA: ”Just because they are the champs doesn’t mean they’re not in the gym perfecting their craft!”

Jace lets Waverly pull himself up to his feet. He looks at him and waves him on to bring the fight to him. Waverly throws a right hand that gets blocked. Savage counters with some standing leg kicks that target the side of Waverly’s left knee. He chops Waverly down to one knee and knocks him out cold with a spinning heel kick! Jace looks to the corner and begins climbing up to the top turn buckle. He looks down at Savage momentarily before diving off with a headbutt that hits its mark! Jace lays across Waverly and pulls up on his leg.

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JOHNSON: ”Jai Knightly just saved the match for his team and is getting an earful from the referee!”

VASSA: ”There’s no way Knightly is going to let this opportunity slip away. Jace should have realized that this match is far from over.”

Waverly makes it to his feet first and realizes the destruction that Knightly had left behind. He smirk before pulling Jace up to his feet. Jace explodes with a European Uppercut, breaking free and allowing him to move towards his teams corner. He tags in Hollywood who scurries to the top rope and takes Waverly out with a missile dropkick! Hollywood pops to his feet and runs at the ring ropes. He leaps up, springboards off of the middle rope and hits a lionsault on Waverly. Hollywood steps back and watches as Waverly pulls himself up to his feet. Hollywood charges with a running big boot. Waverly drops down to the canvass causing Hollywoods boot to get hung up on the top rope. Waverly hops up and this time connects with his roaring elbow smash which knocks Hollywood out onto the ring apron!

JOHNSON: ”Waverly needs to tag in Knightly. This is his chance to get the fresh man into the match.”

VASSA: ”It’s as if he could hear you coaching him. Knightly just got tagged into this match and he looks like a bull that has seen the color red.”

Knightly runs towards the nearby corner. He leaps up to the top turnbuckle and springboards off, right at Hollywood as he climbed to his feet on the ring apron. Knightly flew through the air looking for a cross body but Hollywood dropped back down onto the apron, causing Knightly to miss and crash and burn down to the ringside area! Hollywood stands up and looks behind him. He times it and pulls himself up onto the second rope, springboard backwards with an Asai Moonsault that knocks Jai Knightly back into the security railing at ringside!

JOHNSON: ”And that’s exactly why it’s called high risk Vinny! Knightly had the perfect opportunity to control this match and let it slip away!”

Waverly came charging around ringside and has he makes it towards Knightly and Hollywood, Savage jumped off of the apron and caught him with the Bank Roll Block Buster! The fans applaud the effort as Savage rolls up to his feet. He helps his partner stand up and get into the ring before forcing Knightly into the ring, rolling him under the ropes. Savage climbs into the ring and holds Waverly up as Hollywood collects himself. He whips Waverly right towards Hollywood who slams him down with the executive decision! Hollywood drops down onto Waverly and hooks a leg.

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Knightly pulled Hollywood out of the ring and flattened him with a clothesline to break up the fall. Savage climbs down and begins chasing Knightly around the ringside area. He catches up to him and then shoves him shoulder first into the steel ring post. Savage watches Knightly move towards the security railing and turn back towards him. Savage charges and catches him with a cactus clothesline, sending both up and over the railing into the first row of the live audience!

JOHNSON: ”Those folks are getting more than their money’s worth tonight! Security is swarming to separate our competitors from the fans…”

VASSA: ”In the meantime Waverly is back up to his feet and Hollywood is struggling to climb back into the ring…”

Waverly lets Hollywood stand to his feet and quickly scoops him up. He dangles him upside down and walks to the center of the ring before sitting out and hitting a tombstone piledriver! Waverly begins to chuckle as he slowly covers Brian Hollywood without using a hooked leg for added leverage. The ref slides into position and counts Hollywood’s shoulders down.

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Hollywood twists his body inwards and gets a shoulder off of the mat before the count of three.

JOHNSON: ”Jax Waverly thought the match was won. Savage and Knightly are still being untangled from the live crowd.”

VASSA: ”That could have been his chance to finish this…”

Waverly storms to his feet and back the referee into the corner. The two get nose to nose before Jax wisely takes a step back and slaps his hands together three times. Jax looks over his shoulder and sees Hollywood beginning to stir. He moves to the center of the ring and puts his hands on his knees, waiting for Hollywood to stand. Waverly is caught off guard as a hand is placed on his shoulder. Savage spins him around and clips him with a forearm shot that staggers him backwards. Hollywood leaps to his feet and throws a super kick as Savage hits a superman punch, a combo known as the connection! Hollywood crawls onto Waverly and hooks a leg as Savage watches Knightly stumble back over the security railing.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

JOHNSON: ”The champions retain!”

VASSA: ”Yeah but for how much longer?”

“I Play You Lose” by the Gruesomes begins to play over the PA system as the referee hands the tag titles back to Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood. They raise their arms together and hold the titles high above their heads.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, and STILL 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Brian Hollywood…Jace Savage…NEW GEN RISING!!”

An ice pack held against his manhood, Jason Cashe comes into view as the cameras cut backstage. Tidus Howe comes hurrying into the locker room with a smile on his face as he stands to the side to give Cashe a view of the opened Locker room door.

HOWE: “As per requested, allow me to introduce to you…”The Stapler”!”

Almost as if the pain Cashe still had disappeared, he stands up from his chair and lifts his South West Championship, placing it over his shoulder. In walks in the bulky man from Cashe’s last promo. A man he wanted to meet and a man who looks just dangerous. Cashe greets him with a smile.

CASHE: “Pleasure, what’s your name? Your real name?”

STAPLER: “Collins. Gene Collins. The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Howe informed me of you being at the show. I’d have won the match if I knew I was being watched.”

CASHE: “Yeah there was at least 50-60 folks there but I get what you mean. That’s behind us now though Gene. From now on, you’re going by the name “The Staple” Gene Collins. I like the whole Stapler but I want you to staple folks who fuck with this banner…OUR banner…OUR House..Interested?”

Looking back at Tidus for confirmation Gene Collins looks back at Cashe as his voice speaks back out to him.

CASHE: “Don’t ask him, he wanted the other guy. I wanted you because of what you bring to the table. I am TIRED of having people around me who don’t carry their own weight. So now I am giving YOU that place beside me. My growth becomes yours. My guidance becomes your success. You fight for me now…Understand?”

Looking down to think about the deal. Gene Collins finally looks up, hungry and filled with a rage growing inside of him that Cashe knows from his own personal experiences with the emotions and violence. Cashe expects anything, Gene could erupt and try to make a name for himself by attacking him and Tidus both. He’s risking his upcoming Title Match just talking to a man like this like that.

COLLINS: “THAT would be my pleasure….”

Aggressively Collins grips the hand of Jason Cashe and squeezes it hard with a shake. Cashe cringes as Collins lets go and is patted on the back by Tidus Howe. Suddenly in walks Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood. Fresh off their own match to defend their Tag Titles which they won.

HOLLYWOOD: “What’s going on in here? Who’s he?”

CASHE: “He’s a friend…..new friend…Tidus, I need to get ready to hit the ring. Take care of Collins for me alright? I’ll be back after I RETAIN my title…”

Cashe keeps an eye on both members of NewGen as he passes by Tidus and leaves the locker room. Dressed to compete, with his South West Title draped over his shoulder.

MAIN EVENT
SOUTH-WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
CHAMPIONS FRIGHT NIGHT WARZONE QUALIFIER

ROXI JOHNSON VS. JASON CASHE ©

VASSA: ”Here we are, the moment we have all been waiting for!”

JOHNSON: ”Before Ante Up, Roxi nearly upset the former South-West Heavyweight champion, Jason Phoenix, before the match was interrupted and thrown out. Then, at Ante Up, her and Cashe sent him on his way out of 4CW on a stretcher.”

VASSA: ”That was an exciting night!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s already earned her position in the Fright Night Warzone a few weeks back after beating Shane Borderland in the qualifying match. Tonight, she gets her shot at the gold and stands in the way of the champ walking straight into this epic match up.”

VASSA: ”She has already sealed her spot in the match. She has nothing to lose tonight but EVERYTHING to gain!”

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.

VASSA: ”There she is ladies and gentlemen! Don’t let those looks fool you, she’s one tough cookie in the ring!”

JOHNSON: ”One tough cookie? I’m surprised you actually toned it down a bit with that comment.”

VASSA: ”I’m a little tipsy, what can I say.”

The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck and the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship around his waist. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps the championship a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.

“Coming from that H-Town

Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)

Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)

Keep a little bit of

That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)

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

Got Platinum round my neck so

Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I got TITLES sittin around my wrist and

Dog I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck

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

LEGEND

Rolling with a broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion and “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

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

He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd. He removes his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant from his neck and the championship from his waist before handing it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. He then drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.

JOHNSON: ”Here’s our champion folks, Jason Cashe!”

VASSA: ”This isn’t a regular title match either. These two will be colliding in a falls count anywhere match that is surely going to spread the adrenaline all over the theatre.”

JOHNSON: ”The last time these two met in the ring, they were enclosed in a steel cage. Tonight is a completely different scene as these two have no limitations as to where this match can end, whether in or out of the ring.”

VASSA: ”It’s all on the line for Cashe. If Roxi can come up with the win, not only will he lose the championship, but he’ll lose his spot in the Fright Night Warzone.”

JOHNSON: ”With nothing to lose, Roxi, can shock the world tonight if she can take the two things Cashe has going for him at the moment. It looks like the ref, Larry Collins, is ready to get this thing underway.”

VASSA: ”And I couldn’t be any more happier!”

The ref walks to the center of the ring and looks to Roxi, receiving a the nod that she’s ready. He then turns to Cashe who nods at him without hesitation. The ref then raises his hand in the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the chime, Cashe and Roxi slowly approach each other in the center of the ring. The suspense builds up throughout the theatre as the two step closer and closer towards one another. Once standing face to face in the center of the ring, they lock up as the crowd pops with loud cheering. Struggling to gain control, the two fight for leverage a few moments before Cashe locks Roxi in a headlock. He cranks down the pressure on her head for a few moments before giving her a noogie and throwing her down to the canvas. Roxi quickly gets to her feet as Cashe laughs at her hair in a total mess. Cashe then comes at her swinging his right arm downward at her head. Before contact, Roxi throws both arms in the air and blocks the attack from Cashe. She then throws a hard elbow to his stomach and follows up with a dropkick that sends the champ rolling across the ring. Cashe quickly rolls to his feet and stands back up. Just as he does, Roxi is there to greet him with a series of lower body kicks, backing him into the corner. As his back hits the turnbuckle, Cashe lunges forward at Roxi, only to get kicked in the stomach as he leaves his mid section open. Roxi then hooks her arm around his head as he bends over and flips him to the canvas with a snap suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Cashe didn’t see that coming.”

VASSA: ”But Roxi did!”

Cashe quickly gets to his feet only to get surprised with a hard kick to the side of his left leg, followed by another kick to his right shoulder. As Cashe stumbles backwards, Roxi hits him in the chops with a roundhouse kick that knocks him flat on his back. As Cashe hits the mat, Roxi drops a hard elbow across his chest that rattles the ring. Cashe rolls over in pain, holding his chest. Roxi gets back to her feet and crawls onto his back, grabbing his left leg and locking in a single leg crab. She pulls back as Cashe lets out a loud moan from the pain. Roxi continues to crank down on the leg as Cashe fights to break free. As his face slowly turns red, the ref checks with him for a submission. Cashe refuses to submit as he shakes his head back and forth, releasing grunts from the pain. Finding a burst of energy, Cashe extends his leg and throws Roxi off of his back. He pushes himself to his feet but doesn’t put weight on that left leg. Before he can take notice, Roxi comes at him with another attack. She slaps him across the chest and then shoots in with a single leg takedown. She climbs on top of Cashe and draws her arm back for a punch. Cashe then gouges her in the eyes and rolls her off. He then climbs on top of her and connects with a blunt elbow to the side of her head. Going mad, Cashe starts dropping gorilla styled fists on Roxi, one after the other, connecting with whatever opening she gives him.

VASSA: ”Cover up, ROXI!”

JOHNSON: ”In the blink of an eye, Cashe will change the match!”

Cashe connects with a fist to Roxi’s forehead, slamming the back of her head against the mat. He then rubs his hand in his armpit and slaps Roxi across the face with it. He stands up, laughing as Roxi wipes the filth from her face. She climbs to her feet and stares at Cashe, who in turn in staring back. Cashe then lunges forward but misses as Roxi ducks underneath. Roxi runs to the ropes but gets stopped in her tracks as Cashe grabs a handful of hair and pulls her back before throwing her to the mat. Cashe stomps on her while she’s down before grabbing and handful of hair again and jerking her up to her feet. Cashe turns her around and lands a big European uppercut that sends Roxi’s head flinging back. As the takes a few steps back, Cashe jumps towards her and grabs her head, slamming it to the canvas. While down, he begins to pound her head into the mat over and over before releasing his grip and pushing himself back to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”He’s like a madman right now!”

VASSA: ”He has to be, Steve. Not only is the championship on the line but his spot in the Warzone rides on the outcome of this match as well.”

JOHNSON: ”Does that call for slapping someone with armpit sweat on his hand?”

VASSA: ”He is foul after all.”

Cashe walks around the ring as the crowd begins chanting…

“4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W…”

Roxi slowly begins to get to her feet but gets a little help as Cashe grabs her by the arm and pulls her up. He then throws her to the ropes behind him. As she bounces off the ropes and comes back, Cashe swings with vicious right. Roxi ducks at the last second and hits the ropes again. She bounces back and leaps in the air, connecting with a flying clothesline just as Cashe turns around. Cashe rolls across the ring as Roxi gets back to her feet. She then runs at Cashe and hits him with a leg drop across his throat while he’s still down. Cashe’s feet shoot into the air as his head stays pinned to the mat by Roxi’s leg. She then gets up and grabs him by the head, lifting him to his feet. Roxi then throws Cashe to the ropes and quickly follows behind him. Just as Cashe hits the ropes with his back, Roxi clotheslines him up and over the top rope, sending him falling to the hard floor below. She then runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. Once at the top she waits as Cashe slowly begins to push himself back up. Once to his feet, Roxi leaps from the top rope and flies down at Cashe, connecting with a cross body. Cashe falls backwards to the floor with Roxi on top as the crowd pops with cheers. While on top, she grabs his leg and goes for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TWO

VASSA: ”HE KICKED OUT!!!”

JOHNSN: ”That was a close one, folks!”

VASSA: ”With a high flying move like that, it only made sense to try and end the match quickly.”

Roxi pushes herself up as the fans cheer from a few feet away. She grabs Cashe by the arm and pulls him up slowly. Once to his feet, Cashe swats Roxi’s arms away and slaps her in the chest with both hands, pushing her back a couple of steps. Roxi then fires back and pushes Cashe with both hands as the sound cuts through the crowd. Cashe goes back a few steps and slams into the steel barricade. Roxi then rushes him and drives her shoulder into his stomach. Cashe’s feet come off the ground but he manages to hold on to the top of the barricade to keep himself from falling backwards over it. Roxi then picks Cashe up and body slams him, throwing his legs on the top of the barricade. As his feet hang in the air, Roxi kicks his knees a few times before turning around and hitting him with a standing moonsault at ringside. The fans go nuts as Roxi gets back to her feet, some reaching over the barricade to pat her on the back.

Cashe tries to crawl away but Roxi grabs him by the leg and stops him from getting any further. She then lifts his leg in the air and slams his left knee to the hard floor. Cashe yells as the pain shoots up his leg. Roxi then grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him up to his feet again. As she turns him around, she wraps her arms around him, hooking him for a T-bone suplex. As she goes to lift him, Cashe hooks his leg in hers and keeps himself down. Cashe throws an elbow into side of Roxi’s head but she maintains her hold. Roxi goes to lift Cashe again, but he keeps himself down with his leg hooked into hers. Cashe throws another elbow in the side of Roxi’s head and manages to break her hold. Cashe then wraps her up and hooks her for a T-bone suplex. He knees her in the stomach and then lifts her up, flipping her over his head and over the barricade with a release T-bone suplex.

VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”These fans already had a great seat in the house but the action is going to be even closer now as these two have taken the fight into the crowd.”

VASSA: ”This is a falls count anywhere and I don’t see this match staying right here at ringside!”

Cashe stands up turns to the crowd, favoring his left leg. On the other side of the barricade, Roxi slowly begins to move around as the fans circle her, leaving an open path from her to Cashe. Cashe climbs over the barricade and makes his may towards Roxi. He grabs a beer from a fan and pours it over Roxi as she begins getting up. He then slams the plastic cup on her head, rubbing what’s left inside in her hair. Cashe then grabs her by the head and arm and pulls her to her feet. Cashe then opens his arms and slams his hands together, clapping Roxi’s ears in the middle. Roxi falls down to one knee as she holds her ears from the big blow. Cashe then grabs her by the back of the head and drives his knee into her face as he pulls her head down. Roxi falls backwards and hits the hard floor. Cashe then jumps in the air and comes down with a crushing headbutt that connects with Roxi’s forehead. He then crawls on top of her and grabs her by the head before leaning over and biting her forehead.

VASSA: ”He’s biting her! He’s biting Roxi!”

JOHNSON: ”Anything goes in this falls count anywhere match and the champ is using everything in his arsenal.”

VASSA: ”He’s always had some dirty flash to his name and it’s coming out right here.”

Cashe stands back to his feet and backs away from Roxi. He then stomps on her ankle a few times before letting up and taking a little weight off his left leg. Cashe then limps to Roxi’s side and stomps on her knee before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up. He positions himself behind her and slams his forearm across the top of her back, knocking her down to one knee. Cashe then grabs a handful of hair and pulls her back to both feet. He then locks her in a cobra clutch before lifting her up and slamming her back to the floor. Cashe quickly gets to his feet and takes a few steps back before coming back and dropping a leg drop across her throat. Cashe then rolls over and covers Roxi for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Cashe yells in Roxi’s face for a moment before standing up. He then kicks her in the crotch and laughs it off as Roxi rolls over to her stomach. Cashe then lifts her up. He takes a few steps back and lunges forward with a lariat to her back. Suddenly, Roxi ducks and Cashe goes right by her. Roxi then wraps her arms around Cashe and lifts him in the air for a belly to back suplex. While up, Roxi spins Cashe around and drops him to the floor with a blue thunder powerbomb.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi managed to turn it around with that hard Blue Thunder Powerbomb on the hard theatre floor.”

VASSA: ”I’m actually surprised at how she managed to lift him and spin him in a fluid motion.”

JOHNSON: ”She is talented and shows that each and every time she comes to the ring.”

Cashe rolls around, holding his back from the impact of the hard floor. Roxi slowly gets to her feet as the crowd goes crazy surrounding them. Roxi grabs Cashe by the arms and pulls them back while pushing her foot into his lower back. She continues to crank down, pulling back as Cashe grunts in pain. The ref checks with Cashe for a submission while Roxi continues to pull his arms and drives her foot into his back. Cashe refuses to submit. Just as he does, Roxi releases his arms and Cashe falls forward, slamming his face into the floor. Roxi then lifts him to his feet and locks him in a headlock before walking through the crowd, dragging him along. As they make their way through the crowd, the fans open a path for them. Roxi stops dragging Cashe and punches him a few times in the head while maintaining the headlock with her other arm. She then takes a few quick steps forward and jumps in the air with her arm still around Cashe’s head and drives his head to the floor with a hard bulldog.

VASSA: ”I think Cashe’s head left a dent in the floor!”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe that bulldog will knock some sense into that head of his.”

Roxi raises up to one knee as she looks at the surrounding crowd, chanting at the top of their lungs…

“4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W…”

Roxi stands up and looks down at Cashe, who lays there holding his head. She grabs him by the back of his pants and arm, lifting him to his feet. Roxi then locks her arms around his head again and drags him behind her, making their way through the crowd. The fans continue to open a path as they make their way towards the entrance stage. Roxi then slams Cashe’s head onto the top of the ramp before rolling him onto it. She then climbs up herself and kicks him a few times while he’s down. Roxi then lifts him up and lifts him into the air vertically and drops him to the hard ramp with a suplex. Cashe rolls away as his face expresses the amount of pain running through his body. Roxi stands back up and wastes no time before moving back in for the attack. With Cashe on his back, Roxi grabs one of his ankles and raises his foot into the air. She then drops down with an elbow drop to his left knee, crushing it against the entrance ramp. She then lifts him to his feet and knees him in the stomach, forcing him to bend over from the blow. She hits him with a double axe handle across the top of the back which knocks him to one knee. Roxi follows up with a couple of hard punches to the head before lifting him back to both feet. She hooks her arm around his head and then falls backwards, pulling Cashe forward and driving his head into the entrance ramp with a brutal DDT.

JOHNSON: ”There goes another dent, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”I like it! If Roxi is going to dethrone the champ then she’s going to have to beat the crap out of him to do it.”

JOHNSON: ”Right now she’s doing a good job if I do say so myself.”

Cashe rolls over to his back, holding his head as blood begins to trickle from a cut on his forehead. Roxi gets to her feet and doesn’t hold back as she stomps on his open midsection. She then lifts Cashe to his feet, who can barely stand on his own. She draws back and connects with a power punch to his jaw that knocks him back a few steps. Roxi then runs towards him and connects with another with another power punch that sends Cashe rolling backwards and through the entrance curtain. Roxi quickly follows, keeping a close eye on Cashe. As the scene cuts to the back, Cashe is up to one knee but resting as the blood continues to flow from his head. Roxi bursts through the curtain and connects with a running, jumping boot to his dome that sends him flying backwards and slamming against the floor. Standing above Cashe, Roxi pulls him up to his feet. She grabs him by the back of the pants and head and throws him forward, sending him rolling into a trash can. Cashe knocks the trashcan over as everything falls out, creating a mess on the floor. Roxi then picks the trash can up and slams it down on Cashe’s left leg. She raises the trash can above her head but just as she does, Cashe throws a handful of trash in her face. As the trash gets in her eyes, she drops the trash can, leaving her body exposed for Cashe to jump up and tackle her to the ground.

VASSA: ”EEWWW!!! That’s just nasty!”

JOHNSON: ”It appears that being thrown into the trash was the best thing to happen for Cashe considering the situation he was in.”

Cashe mounts himself on top of Roxi and begins to connects with rights and lefts. He then reaches in the pile of trash and pulls out shoves a handful in her face. Roxi squirms for a moment before knocking Cashe off of her. The two quickly get to their feet at the same time. Roxi swings at Cashe with a hard right and connects with the side of his head. Cashe fires back with a right of his own and connects with the side of her jaw. Before Roxi can retaliate, Cashe hits her with a quick left jab to the throat. Roxi quickly grabs her throat and fights for air. Cashe grabs her by the hair and slams her face down into his knee. Out of nowhere, Roxi pops back up and hits Cashe in the jaw with the top of her head, knocking him back a step. Roxi then moves in beside him and drops him onto the trash pile with a Russian leg sweep. Roxi quickly gets up and brushes the garbage from her body. Meanwhile, Cashe rolls over with trash covering his back. Roxi runs to him and drops a running knee to his lower back. She then grabs his head and pushes his face in the trash, rubbing it around. Roxi then stands to her feet as Cashe lays there in filth. She pulls him up from the floor and drags him across the hallway. Up ahead, a drink machine wits at the end of the hall. Roxi begins to move faster as she pulls Cashe along. Just as they approach the drink machine, Roxi throws Cashe into it, head first. Cashe collides with the drink machine and falls down to his stomach. A few seconds later, a few drinks come out of the dispenser and fall out onto the back of Cashe’s head.

JOHNSON: ”I didn’t know that Cashe was actually a form of currency.”

VASSA: ”It is but we all know Cashe isn’t paying for a drink. He’ll take that shit for free!”

Roxi reaches down and grabs one of the soda cans lying beside Cashe’s head. She pops the top and then pours it over him, washing the filth from his body. She then grabs him by the head and lifts him up. As Cashe rises, he grabs the other soda can and swings overhead with it,, connecting with the top of Roxi’s head. As the can hits her skull, it bursts open and soda shoots all over the place. It gets in both of their eyes as they separate from each other and attempt to wipe it away. Cashe starts backing up towards the entrance curtain as Roxi stands in her place. Just as Cashe steps in the pile of trash, he slips and loses his footing before falling backwards into the mess. By that time, Roxi regains her sight and takes notice. She quickly moves in on him as he lays there still wiping the soda from his eyes. Roxi lifts him up from the floor and drags him to the entrance curtain. She throws him through it to the other side. As the camera view changes, Cashe rolls out from the back and onto the entrance stage. Shortly after, Roxi follows in a run and leaps into the air, coming down on Cashe’s midsection with a senton. Roxi rolls over into a sitting position and leans back on Cashe for a moment as she catches her breath.

JOHNSON: ”This just keeps going back and forth.”

VASSA: ”I’m just glad that they decided to bring the brawl back out here into the theatre for us all to see in person!”

Roxi pushes herself up to her feet, using Cashe’s body to do so. She turns around and grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Roxi drags him to the edge of the entrance stage where it drops about four feet to the floor below. To the right, there’s an empty table. Roxi scoop slams Cashe down onto the table. laying him out across it.

VASSA: ”This could be a big move here for Roxi if she manages to use Cashe to break through the table.”

JOHNSON: ”Jason Cashe wanted to be a fighting champion but I don’t think he was expecting this kind of fight tonight.”

Roxi takes a few steps back as she sounds of the crowd fill the air. She pauses for a moment and then runs forward, leaping from the entrance stage and flying into the air. She comes down with a leg drop across Cashe’s throat, breaking the table in the process as they both crash through it.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi just put Cashe through the table with a leg drop from the top of the entrance stage!”

VASSA: ”This could be it! She’s going for the cover!”

Roxi covers Cashe in the debris for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR…

VASSA: ”HE KICKED OUT!!! Cashe kicked out!”

JOHNSON: ”The champ dodged a bullet there as Roxi nearly had him pinned.”

VASSA: ”I thought we had a new South-West champion!”

Roxi gets up in surprise by the kickout. She grabs Cashe by the head and pulls him to his feet. Roxi then flips him over with a snap suplex onto the hard floor. Cashe rolls into the crowd as the open up around him. Roxi gets back up and walks over to Cashe. She lifts him back to his feet again and positions herself behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist and lifts him into the air with a belly to back suplex. As he peaks, Cashe flips over and breaks out of Roxi’s hold and falls to his feet behind her. Cashe then jumps in the air and grabs Roxi’s head, bring her down backwards to the floor with a back to back cutter.

VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!! UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!! THE U.T.I.!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Jesus! Roxi has to be in tremendous pain right now from that move on the bare floor.”

VASSA: ”He’s going for the cover!”

Cashe rolls on top of Roxi and covers her as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”CASHE RETAINS!!!”

JOHNSON: ”The champ has won it! He’s going to Fright Night!”

“Cashin Out” hits the sound system as the fans erupt with cheers. Cashe slowly gets to his feet but stumbles back. The fans catch him before he falls to the floor and hold him up. Cashe then turns to the ring and makes his way through the crowd as they pat him on the back making his way through. He hops over the barricade and walks to the announcers booth. Cashe grabs the championship from the booth and raises it in the air as the fans chant…

“4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W…”

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

The ref follows behind him and raises his arm into the air as he holds the championship up with the other.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and STILL 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This was a great match between these two folks. Although Roxi came up a little short, she’ll have another shot at Fright Night as she has already secured her spot in the Warzone.”

VASSA: ”She almost had him beat. I wouldn’t be surprised if she finishes the job the next time these two are in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. We’ll see you in two weeks as we head back into our home territory! Miami, Oklahoma… you’re next!”

VASSA: ”Wait.. what the hell?”

Cashe walks over beside Vassa and grabs the headset from his head and holds the mic to his mouth.

CASHE: ”I’m coming to Fright Night!”

Cashe tosses the headset back to Vassa as he holds the championship in the air.

JOHNSON: ”You heard it folks! The champ will be at Fright Night! That’s all the time we have. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”Eh… and… and I’m Vinny Vassa!”

Cashe exits through the crowd as they clear a path for him. The music continues to play over the theatre as the scene slowly fades out.