ANTE UP I (015)

JUBILEE THEATER [LAS VEGAS, NEVADA]
JULY 13TH, 2014

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to 4CW’s Ante Up, live from the Jubilee Theater in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!”
JOHNSON: ”We have a packed card for you all tonight with newcomers to 4CW vets that have been here for quite a while now.”
VASSA: ”Lets not forget, we have three championships on the line tonight. It’s time for everyone to Ante Up because after tonight, all bets are off!”
JOHNSON: ”So we don’t drag the show on too long, lets do a quick rundown of the card and then we’ll jump right into our first match of the evening.”
VASSA: ”That sounds like a plan to me. I know how you can be long winded sometimes.”
JOHNSON: ”To open the night, we have two new signees to 4CW squaring off in the ring. Equinox and Jessica Robertson will be competing in the ring as they make their 4CW debuts.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know too much about these two but I’m sure we’ll learn a thing or two tonight. Next up, we have Brandy Danielle climbing in the ring with the lovely, Raven!”
JOHNSON: ”Both of these ladies made their debuts three weeks ago at Adrenaline and came up short. Tonight, both will be looking to redeem themselves but only one will walk out tonight as the winner.”
VASSA: ”I have heard that Brandy hasn’t been pleased with the “sexist” match she was booked in three weeks ago. Tonight, we get to see her talents in a true wrestling contest.”
JOHNSON: ”After that, Jake Wakefield will be making his 4CW wrestling debut as he squares off with Travis Black who is coming off of an impressive battle royal victory three weeks ago.”
VASSA: ”This has all the hype to be the match of the night. Afterwards, we get some eye candy in the ring as we get to see Jacinta Perez and Kandi Washington to hand and hand in 4CW’s first ever arm wrestling contest. Can we say over the top? I love that movie!”
JOHNSON: ”These two ladies have been bickering back and forth for weeks now. This was originally scheduled to be a standard wrestling match but somehow Kandi managed to get the stipulations changed. Maybe she’s scared?”
VASSA: ”Jacinta is feisty! If I were Kandi, I’d be scared to climb in the ring with this broad too. Next up, we have Havok climbing in the ring with Jair Hopkins. These two have been in the same promotion with each other for a while now.”
JOHNSON: ”They certainly aren’t strangers. I expect this match to be great with nothing but respect shown from either corner.”
VASSA: ”For weeks now, Shane Borderland has been trying to earn his spot in the House of Howe. For some reason, Stefan Raab has been the brick wall standing between Shane and The House.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know why Raab dislikes Shane but this will be an I Quit match. If Raab wins then Shane will not gain membership to The House. If Shane wins, then he earns his membership. These two have had a rivalry for quite a while now and tonight it’s time to put it all on the line!”
VASSA: ”After winning the tag team championships weeks ago, Sweet Annihilation will get their first title defense against New Gen Rising.”
JOHNSON: ”This match has huge upside for New Gen and a chance for them to make a big impact on 4CW.”
VASSA: ”I’m surprised this match didn’t at least make co-headline.”
JOHNSON: ”Our headline for tonight will showcase the Extreme Television championship being defended in a barbed wire massacre match. “Young” Mannie will challenge for the belt against The Red Pioneer. Did I mention, everything will be wrapped in barbed wire!”
VASSA: ”After the controversial ending to their last meeting, this match is guaranteed to rock the roof. The Red Pioneer has been on a hot streak, sitting at an undefeated ten wins in singles since stepping foot in a 4CW ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Will we see a new champ tonight? Will the streak be broken? We’ll have to wait and see.”
VASSA: ”We’re just about finished folks. Just bare with us for a few more moments. Next up will be our main event for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
JOHNSON: ”Jason Phoenix will defend his championship in a triple threat cage match against Jason Cashe and Roxi Johnson.”
VASSA: ”This is a tough first defense no matter how you look at it. Just weeks ago, Roxi was on the verge of upsetting the champ at Adrenaline before Morgan stepping in. Weeks before that, Phoenix defeated Cashe for the championship. There is nothing but bad blood in this match and it all comes to an end tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”The winner can only be decided by pinfall in this match. No submission, no knockouts, no disqualification.”
VASSA: ”This match send chills up my spine just thinking about it. Well, you ready?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s our preview for tonight folks. We’ve wasted enough of your time. Lets get this thing rolling!”

For about twenty minutes Travis had been navigating the winding, lush halls of the Jubilee Theatre without any clear sense of the layout of the building. He should have been training or getting warmed up for his second ever wrestling match with Jake Wakefield, but his mind was on a different path. He was looking for somebody and Travis knew himself well enough to know that until he’d found the person he was looking for, his beating heart would dance to its own drum and he wouldn’t be able to focus on wrestling or anything else for that matter. A set of double doors that a crew member had erroneously told him was the way to the locker rooms saw a frustrated Travis walking back out into the parking lot.
BLACK: “For Christ’s sake…”
A hard blow to Travis’s hamstring brought him buckling down to the cold gravel like a shot horse. He roared a loud cry of pain but his defensive instincts kicked in immediately. He rolled into a ball, twisting around to face his assailant.
BLACK: “Woah, woah, woah! Easy! What the fuck?!”
UNKNOWN: “Why are you looking for me? Do you honestly think an agent of chaos like you could blind-side the harbinger of justice?! Get on your knees with your hands above your head, NOW!”
BLACK: “What the fuck? Robin, relax. I’m not looking to kick your ass. I did that three weeks…”
RAVEN: “Don’t call me Robin!” *she snapped*
BLACK: “Ow!”
RAVEN: “I said HANDS on you HEAD. Now what do you want?”
BLACK: “I-I-I… wanted to give you something. Check my back pocket.”
BLACK: “In your hand is a plane ticket. It’s the seat next to mine on the flight back to San Diego. It’s my buddy Richie’s but he said he’d drive back if he needed to. Now I know you wanna tase my asshole and give 4CW its first Rodney King moment but hear me out. After the show, I want you to come with me to my city. I want to show you that order and justice is cool and all but sometimes a little bit of chaos is okay, and also that I’m not a total asshole.”
BLACK: “Plus, I think you’re cute. Totally fucking crazy, but cute and I can see it in your eyes too that you like me too. At least I think you do. It could just be the crazy. All I know is, if I feel something, I’m gonna’ regret it if I don’t at least try so I came looking for you because I wanted to try.”
BLACK: “You’ve also got my cell and where I’m staying so you can come meet me before I head to the airport if you want to. Now can I please go? I think you might’ve torn my quad.”
RAVEN: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get out of here.”

EQUINOX VS. JESSICA ROBERTSON
JOHNSON: ”Well Equinox made his debut at the last episode of Adrenaline, losing with a valiant effort in the opening battle royal.”
VASSA: ”And his opponent is someone I’ve been looking forward to debuting. My god is she easy on the eyes!”
JOHNSON: ”Well if her in ring ability measures up anywhere near her captivating looks, we’ll be in for one hell of a show!”
VASSA: ”She could have this roster eating out of the palms of her hands!”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making her way from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds…Harmony…JESSICA ROBERTSON!”
JOHNSON: ”Jessica Robertson is returning to the wrestling ring tonight after an extended hiatus…”
VASSA: ”She stopped wrestling to pursue a career in music. Right now her band is taking a break and she’s re-lacing those boots. Those boots…Man she could walk all over me!”
JOHNSON: ”Focus Vinny…”
Fog began to appear as a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder revealing this new black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces this unknown figure.
POWERS: ”And her opponent…From St. Louis, Missouri…Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds…The Bizarre One…EQUINOX!”
Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt which can be found on 4CW.Net as he let out a bloody scream.
JOHNSON: ”A rare instance where Equinox is by far the larger of the two competitors in the match. Jessica Robertson is giving up one hundred and fourteen pounds!”
VASSA: ”Welcome back to the wrestling world! A lovely place where no one cares how long you’ve been away from the sport. If you’re going to claim to be a wrestler, you might want to be able to back it up!”
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Equinox and Robertson slowly circle one another in the center of the ring. Equinox stops moving and watches Robertson move as he tilts his head sideways. Robertson steps back and bounces herself off of the ropes. Equinox drives a shoulder into her sternum and flattens her to the canvass. Equinox tries to drop a quick leg drop but Robertson rolls out of the way and pushes to her feet. As Equinox stands, Robertson drives her shoulder into his midsection and drives him backwards into the corner. She grabs a hold of the top rope for leverage and begins teeing off with kicks to his ribs. Equinox throws his arms up, deflecting the blows with his forearms before snatching her by her hair and spinning her into the corner, trading places.
Equinox grabs the middle ropes and repeatedly thrusts his shoulder into her midsection, folding her inbetween the middle and top rope. He pulls her out by her head and takes a step back before cramming her head between his legs. He reaches down and wraps his arms around her waist before lifting her up for a power bomb and driving her back first into the nearby turnbuckles! She slumps down to a seated position against the bottom rope in agonizing pain. Equinox charges to the corner opposite Robertson and paused for a moment before sprinting towards her. He dives feet first just to the right of her, going through the bottom and middle ropes, not without striking her across the chest with a stiff lariat before landing on the ringside floor!
”4 – C – W! 4 – C – W! 4 – C – W!”
JOHNSON: ”The fans are surely appreciating the display of athleticism by Equinox!”
VASSA: ”I don’t remember the last time I saw someone move like that in the ring…”
JOHNSON: ”This return to the ring by Jessica Robertson could be short lived if this tempo continues.”
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Robertson rolls inwards towards Equinox and shoots a shoulder off of the mat in the process.
JOHNSON: ”The first pin attempt comes after a series of up tempo, high impact strikes from Equinox.”
VASSA: ”Just because she’s been away from the game doesn’t mean she’ll be an easy out!”
JOHNSON: ”No…but her body may not be up to it just yet. It takes a lot out of a person to continuously kick out of pin fall attempts. That could be part of the game plan. Let her wear herself out and pick up the scraps.”
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Jessica powers out, breaking up the cradle and instinctively rolls under the nearby ropes to the apron to avoid any further damage.
JOHNSON: ”Robertson seems to be on life support early in this contest.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think she expected this much out of Equinox. None of us did after his performance in that battle royal.”
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Equinox bucks his body and easily pushes Harmony off of him.
JOHNSON: ”Jessica Robertson seems to be taking advantage of Equinox’s misstep. She can’t let up. She can’t let him back into this match!”
VASSA: ”Carpe diem! Seize the day!”
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Harmony managed to get her free foot on the bottom rope and the referee caught it in time!
JOHNSON: ”What a match up! How does Jessica Robertson keep kicking out?”
VASSA: ”I don’t know, but that mist is going to continually effect Harmony throughout the remainder of this match.”
JOHNSON: ”The red mist is known to create this unsettling burning sensation. She’s going to need to wash out her eyes but it’ll have to wait until after the match is over.”
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Equinox shoots his shoulder off of the mat just in the nick of time.
JOHNSON: ”What a German Suplex by Jessica Robertson.”
VASSA: ”She sure as hell has to be catching Equinox by surprise.”
JOHNSON: ”I think she’s surprising more than just Equinox by her performance.”
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The additional time it took clear Equinox far enough away from the ring ropes allowed for him to muster up enough strength to power out of another close call.
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know how Equinox kicked out of that roundhouse kick! Harmony nearly decapitated the man!”
VASSA: ”It’s simple. Every match could mean your career here in 4CW. That television title has to always be looming over these guys and girls as they enter the ring. Impress management and earn a shot. The equation is that simple…”
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Equinox sits up as “Duality” by Slipknot echoes throughout the venue.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…by pinfall…EQUINOX!!”
JOHNSON: ”Equinox with his hallmark Dark Kingdom Senton Splash for the win!”
VASSA: ”That’s a big turn around for this young guy. We’ll see in weeks to come if he can build off of this important first 4CW win!”

CASHE: “Sorry I’m late…wait, am I late? Ya’ll didn’t start without me did you?!”
HOWE: “No but we’re about to begin. Take a seat will you? If I could get everyone’s attention..”
JACE SAVAGE: “What’s this about? We have Tag Titles to obtain tonight..”
HOWE: “Yeah I know, please just bare with me here. So tonight is a HUGE night for not only 4CW but The House as well. We have NewGen fighting for the Tag Team Championships, we have a Match between Stefan Raab and Shane Borderland which should be EPIC! Then to cap off the night we have Jason here, competing to become a 2 Time South West Champion!”
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD: “This time try to keep it long enough to defend it huh?”
CASHE: “Don’t worry about me Big Business, worry about actually winning some Tag Titles. You know, unlike in APW?”
HOWE: “Okay! Enough of the witty banter! We’ve got a night a head of us that can put us in front of the line. We can make a statement here with this ONE show. The House can show the strong foundation for not only 4CW’s beginning but it’s future. We started this with the idea of just representing a purpose, a cause but we now need to come together as a Unit. Be unified as ONE to remain at the head of the class. Better than the rest.”
RAAB: “Let go of me old man..I’m not in the mood for this “Pep Talk”.”
HOWE: “Not in the mood? You’re apart of this aren’t you?”
RAAB: “If it was Cashe not wanting someone in the group, would he be required to fight for his choice? Am I fighting Shane because I want to fight him or because you want him here…HE wants him here and you think he’ll beat me?”
HOWE: “Not at all, look you’ve got this all wron–“
RAAB: “Tonight…I’m going to let the fire inside of me out and Shane Borderland will be burned by it. You will regret putting him in this match but I won’t regret what happens tonight. Not by a long shot..”
HOWE: “Something he said should be true of all of you tonight. A fire should be lit inside of you. Those who would scam their ways to the top, getting the easy way to shots at the Titles, competing at their own pace so they can maintain their own self confidence and ego…THEY will feel The House, the REAL House of 4CW! Tonight…THIS HOUSE is…OURS….
If those people out there want to cheer, let them cheer. If they boo, they can boo but each of you will do what ever you need to do. Right or Wrong, Legal or Illegal in order to be crowned Champion. We are alone here, Management doesn’t want us with the belts, the roster doesn’t want us in this position. Critics all over this Sport have lists of people they think are BETTER but we will say FUCK THEM…Right here, in this room…Is all we need…WE ALL WE GOT!”
CASHE: “WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!”

HOLT: ”2 years. It’s been 2 years since I have stepped foot inside a wrestling ring. Most people would think I should wrestle in arena based wrestling companies. Some wonder why I still do it. A quarter of my peers think I should have hung up my boots a long time ago. Well I got news for all of you. The Psycho is still going full force. I took a 2 year sabbatical to gather my thoughts and to heal injuries that wasn’t healing properly. My contracts expired with the companies I was in so I didn’t have any obligations to them. When they didn’t want to sign me to a deal. That’s when I decided to take my services elsewhere. That was until I stumbled upon 4 Corners Wrestling. I scrolled around the website and thought it fit me perfectly. Before I signed my name on the dotted line, I asked my wife to join me and she did. Now The Psycho is here in 4CW and I am ready to cause as much hell as I humanly can.”
HOLT: ”Not long after I signed my contract with 4CW that Perry Wallace decided to put a price on a few superstars in the back. He mentioned to me that these sniveling ingrates were wasting valuable air and they need to be removed by any means necessary. Those words were like a symphony ringing in my ears. Perry, you can considered those ingrates permanently placed on the disabled list. If there is one thing that these people know is that The Psycho will always deliver on his words. If he says to break a man in half then you can bet someone will have a broken bone or two. If he wants a blood bath then someone will be left in a pool of blood by nights end. If he wants to flat out annihilate someone just because he wants too then by god The Psycho will make it happen. The one thing I fucking can’t stand is a backstabbing leech. What I mean by that is, if you try being my friend only for your own gain then be prepared to get face planted either in the parking lot, in the backstage area or right here in the ring. I do not tolerate backstabbers, lying sacks of shit and assholes.”
HOLT: ”I am going to make this perfectly clear for everyone in the back. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. As your friend, I will watch your back with all my power but once I am your enemy. Well, then I become your enemy for life. If you think that’s a good thing well then you are sadly mistaken. Once you become my enemy then you are royally fucked beyond fixation. Nothing you can do can stop The Psycho from leaving you in a pool of your own blood. Let’s take the tag team Beauty and the Beast. They didn’t wrong me by any means but they pissed off the boss. Which is another perk to being The Psycho, I can offer my services to take out any trash that Perry Wallace or Frankie Morrison needs taken care of by brute force. It doesn’t matter if you are a big guy or a small elf. If you cross me then you cross me. There is no going backwards, there is no going around and around in circles. There is no pleading your way out of it. There is only me kicking your fucking ass from the parking lot to the announcer’s booth. No matter what you do with me. Just know that I do apologize for anything that I do. Well, I just say SORRY BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!!!”

LADY: ”Mr. Wallace, I need your signature. This is for the building lease.”
Perry: ”Wait, what? Realty papers? I thought we finalized that weeks ago. Hey…”

HOLT: ”Back away from her slowly and you won’t get hurt.”
HOLT: ”Did I fucking stutter? I said back away from her slowly but do you listen no.
HOLT: You’re listening now aren’t you Christian. It must suck knowing that you were supposed to be “God’s gift to wrestling,” only to get slaughtered by The Psycho. You won’t be starring in the next Friday the 13th movie special.

BRANDY DANIELLE VS. RAVEN
POWERS: ”This match will be scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, coming out of San Diego, California weighing in at one hundred forty pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. BRANDY DDAANNIIEELLLLEE!!!”
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring out of Birmingham, England. She weighs in a one hundred eighteen pounds and stands five feet, eight inches tall. She is The Judge, The Jury and The Executioner… RRAAVVEENN!!!”
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: ”Five minutes? Damn…”
JOHNSON: ”We’ll see about that as Brandy is determined to prove that she is the better wrester in this match, the best female wrestler in 4CW.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Holding nothing back, Brandy walks to the center of the ring with confidence. She motions for Raven to step to her which she does. The two lock up in the center of the ring. Brandy gets the advantage and overpowers Raven, forcing her into a headlock. Brandy then takes a few steps forward and jumps, bringing Raven along for the ride and hitting her with a bulldog. Brandy quickly gets to her feet and maintains focus on Raven, picking her up from the mat. Brandy lifts her into the air and drops her with an atomic drop. Raven hops around the ring from the blow and Brandy runs to the ropes. Bouncing off and coming back with speed, Brandy flips in the air and wraps her legs around Raven’s head, bringing her down to the mat with a head scissors takedown.
VASSA: ”Brandy means business tonight!”
: ”After being insulted with that evening gown match three weeks ago, she’s here to prove a point that she isn’t a piece of meat but a wrestler.”
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JOHNSON: ”KICKOUT!!!”
VASSA: ”Brandy is looking rather impressive tonight to be honest.”
JOHNSON: ”As we’ve heard her words from earlier in the week, she’s her to prove herself as a wrestler. So far, she’s doing just that.”
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Brandy with another close pinfall.”
VASSA: ”Raven better do something because Brandy has remained in control for the most part of this match.”
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”OOHHH, KICKOUT!!!”
VASSA: ”That was a close call for Brandy.”
JOHNSON: ”Brandy with the Phack Off!!!”
VASSA: ”The what?”
JOHNSON: ”The Walls Of Justice! This could be it!”
VASSA: ”She’s fighting it but I think Raven has that move locked in tight!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Raven keeps the hold in place for a few seconds before finally releasing and standing to her feet as her music hits the speakers.
VASSA: ”What a turn of events. Brandy had the upper hand for the most part until Raven countered a superkick.”
POWERS: ”Your winner, by submission, RRAAVVEENN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s our opening match for tonight folks. Lets go backstage for a moment as we clear the ring.”

♫Tear Da Club Up, Ni%$@ Tear Da Club Up♫
♫Tear Da Club Up, Ni%$@ Tear Da Club Up♫
♫Tear Da Club Up, Ni%$@ Tear Da Club Up♫
♫Tear Da Club Up, Ni%$@ Tear Da Club Up♫
♫Tear Da Club Up, Ni%$@ Tear Da Club Up♫
Meanwhile back around ringside Vinny Vassa has even caught on to the chant too.
VASSA: ”Ma, Ma, Ma, MAAAAAFFEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIAAAAAA!”
JOHNSON: ”What the hell are you doing Vinny?”
VASSA: ”What the hell does it look like I’m doing Steve? I’m Tearing The Club Up Bitch!”
JOHNSON: *Palming his Face* ”Why Me?”
VASSA: ”They’re coming Steve…”
JOHNSON: ”Who Vinny, Who is suppose to be coming?”
VASSA: ”WE DEM BOYZ!”
JOHNSON: ”Hell! Why you didn’t say so sooner? Hold Up, Hold Up”

JAKE WAKEFIELD VS. TRAVIS BLACK
POWERS: ”Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first from Hammond, Indiana. He weighs in at two hundred, ten pounds and stands six feet tall. JAKE WWAAKKEEFFIIEELLDD!!!”
VASSA: ”Look at this fruitcake!”
JOHNSON: ”Jake makes his debut in a 4CW ring tonight against another newcomer, Travis Black. This should be a good one.”
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring out of San Diego, California. He weighs in at one hundred, ninety three pounds and stands six feet tall. He is The Party Starter and Crasher… TRAVIS BBLLAACCKK!!!”
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 Black made an impressive debut three weeks ago in an over the top battle royal. Tonight, he competes in a standard match up against one of Kandi Washington’s boy toys.”
VASSA: ”I like this kid. He brought the party to 4CW’s door step. I’m interested to see what he does tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”Here we go! The rivalry between Travis Black and Jake Wakefield has been bubbling for three whole weeks now and now these two, arguably the pinnacle of 4CW’s newest recruits are going to go head to head in a battle for supremacy. Will Wakefield put Black to sleep, or will the leader of The Black Pack crash another party?”
VASSA: ”All I know is, I’m mad Kandi Washington isn’t out here representing her man. I wanna see me some skin!”
Vassa finishes his lewd thought as the bell rings and without so much as a flicker of hesitation Black lunges a feint fore-arm to distract Wakefield only to tuck roll behind the bigger man. Wakefield covers his face and staggers backwards straight into the outstretched arms of Travis who pulls him down into an instant roll-up.
VASSA: ”Roll Up! Roll Up!”
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Wakefield does kick out but it’s as the referee hits the mat for three. The official calls for the bell and “Bonfire” starts playing almost as soon as it stopped.
JOHNSON: ”Oh my God! All this build up and Drake still couldn’t get a proper climax. Travis Black is still undefeated two and zero in an incredibly short match here at Ante Up!”
POWERS: ”Here is your winner… TRAVIS BLAAAAACK!”
VASSA: ”And I’m just getting it through my earpiece… YES. That is the quickest pinfall victory so far in 4CW! Travis Black is a record holder. Good luck beating that one, losers.”
WAKEFIELD: “You fucking CUNT. Do you know who I am?! I AM JAKE WAKEFIELD!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh no. Travis Black is heading up into the rafters to escape Wakefield who is hell bent on giving him a beating!”
VASSA: ”Somebody ought to have told Travis that that ladder is the only one for the catwalk. There is no roof access and there is no other way down. He’s trapped up there.”
VASSA: ”Travis is right where Wakefield wants him. This can’t end well.”
WAKEFIELD: “You think you can pull a fast one on me Black? I’ll fucking kill you, you fucking piece of shit!”
BLACK: ”Alright, you wanna do this the hard way? Bring it on.”
VASSA: ”Jesus Christ. Jake almost brought that whole thing crashing down on our heads.”
WAKEFIELD: “You like these people so much Black? Why don’t you DROP IN and join them?”
VASSA: ”Nononono Jake! Don’t do this! You’re gonna’ freaking kill the man!”
JOHNSON: ”NO NO NO DON’T”
VASSA: ”What the Hell is wrong with you Wakefield-I-what the Hell?!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh my God… Somebody… somebody call the EMT’s. We… we’ve got a serious medical emergency here!”
VASSA: ”What did we just witness?”
JOHNSON: ”Well… we’re not going to give you an instant replay of this incredibly shocking moment but I’ll tell you now, we’ve definitely just seen the last of Jake Wakefield.”
VASSA: ”If you’re just tuning into Ante Up, we’ve got a serious medical emergency on our hands. After stealing a narrow win from Jake Wakefield in his second ever contest, Travis Black incited a murderous fury in Jake that lead to a chase up into the rafters. Jake and Travis briefly fought but Jake soon won over and stunned him long enough to throw Black over the rail. Black was able to grab one of the lighting rails underneath the walkway, swing across to the other side and pull himself back up to return the favor to his rival. Only Jake Wakefield wasn’t so lucky as to save himself.”
BLACK: “What have I done?”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to cut backstage while the EMT’s deal with this mess inside of the ring. This is just horrific…”

HARTMAN: ”Hello everyone, this is your trusty source for anything backstage Gabriel Hartman. I am standing outside the dressing room for the newest tag team here in 4 Corners Wrestling. The team is known as All Stars and I hope to get their thoughts on Ante Up so far.”
HARTMAN: ”Excuse me miss, can you tell all of us what your name is?”
SIMMONS: ”My name is Amy Simmons and I am the co-captain of the All Stars Cheer Squad.”
HARTMAN: ”What can you tell us about this new tag team the All Stars? Are they going to be a difference maker here in 4CW?”
SIMMONS: ”I would love to answer your questions Gabriel but I really have to find the ladies’ room. I am sorry.”
HARTMAN: ”Excuse me, can you please help find out where or when the All Stars are going to speak to me?”
THE COACH: ”If you want to speak with Adam Grant and Aiden Scott then all you need to do is knock on the door. They are always willing to speak to members of the press.”
HARTMAN: ”I didn’t think about knocking. What is your role anyway for the new duo?”
THE COACH: ”I am their coach. I keep them in line while coming up with the offensive strategies and defensive schemes. You can think of me as a mixture of Phil Jackson and The Brain. I do not allow Adam or Aiden to get distracted very easily. The All Stars are a unit that can cause the tag team division here in 4CW to turn upside down. Both men are not your typical wrestlers. Don’t underestimate them because they are very content on proving everyone wrong. To them they find wrestling to be a way to blow off some steam when their basketball game gets rained out.”
HARTMAN: ”Thank you for the quick insight. I should get to know them a bit for those watching at home.”
DARLING: ”Can I help you?”
HARTMAN: ”Hubba Hubba”
GRANT: ”Dude, are you a sick freak?”
HARTMAN: ”Sorry, I haven’t seen a beautiful woman in a long time. I was looking for the All Stars. Do you know where I can find one of them?”
GRANT: ”You are in luck my dude because you are speaking to one half of them. Name’s Adam Grant and I am the main speaker of the group. Aiden complains when he speaks so I take care of all interviews. So what do you want to know about us?”
HARTMAN: ”Are you guys ready to debut? Do you have any butterflies? What do you think of Ante Up and 4CW so far?”
SCOTT: ”Who’s the squid?”
GRANT: ”I don’t really know but he seems to be an important cat. Let’s answer all of his questions then go get a burger.”
GRANT: ”Do we have butterflies? Yes, we do have butterflies fluttering around in our stomachs my dude. We are two world renown basketball players trying to become professional wrestlers.”
SCOTT: ”Squidward, Adam and I are real anxious about our debut. Look at us, we don’t have bulging muscles or have the outstanding training that most people have here. Now we aren’t going to be pushovers but we also know we will be pushing our luck at times.”
GRANT: ”The one reason why we do what we do my dude is for the hard working people who come to the shows. Who have to use their hard earned money to purchase tickets and sit through amazing talent. Just know the All Stars are ready to jump into the mix. I mean we aren’t ALL STARS for nothing. If you don’t believe me then just listen to our cheer squad.”
DARLING: ”We are the All Stars. Yes we are. We shine bright during the day and drop like a ray. We may take flight but we are still the ALL STARS by the end of the night.”
HARTMAN: ”I think that is all the time I have with you guys. I just want to welcome you to the 4CW and wish you good luck.”


“WE’RE HERE…”
The screen flickers a few more times before going blank once more…

ARM WRESTLING MATCH
JACINTA PEREZ VS. KANDI WASHINGTON
POWERS: “The Following contest is an Arm Wrestling Contest! Introducing first..”
She ignores the fans who try to touch her as she makes her way to the front of the ring. She pretends to backhand a fan before laughing it off and hopping on the ring apron. She steps back and flips her hair forward as she poses with her leg up against the second rope. She sets it down and goes over the second rope. She takes off her sleeveless jacket and tosses it to the crew outside the ring. She starts to strut across the ring as she wiggles her cute little ass in black boy shorts.
POWERS: “Residing right here in Las Vegas…The Self Proclaimed “First Lady Of 4CW” KANDI…WAAASSSHINGTON!!”
VASSA: “Kandi looks ready, she looks determined to dominate here. Looking wonderful as usual, wouldn’t you agree Johnson?”
JOHNSON: “Tonight is not about looks, it’s about Arm Wrestling and Kandi must be thrilled she is not having to fight Jacinta, there are men who wouldn’t want to grapple with that woman. She’s scary!”
POWERS: “At 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighing in at One Hundred and Twenty Five Pounds…Please welcome, “The Loud Mouth Vixen” JAAAACCCIIIINNTAAA!!”
JOHNSON: “Now she looks ready, she brings Sassy with a pinch of Class and I believe Kandi is intimidated by her.”
VASSA: “They should do this naked, we’re on HBO right? Whaat? It could happen..Does happen in my dreams!”
JOHNSON: “It takes more than strength but also an instinct you either have or you don’t. Arm Wrestling has a huge following but the biggest muscle doesn’t always mean the best competitor. Who you got in this one Vassa?”
VASSA: “End of the day, if I had to choose? Kandi. She’s easier to get the panties to drop. I might have a shot if I paid enough..Uh oh, we’re about to start!”
REFEREE: “Ladies, I’m looking for a clean match up here. No tricks, no pulling apart once the match has begun. You’ve been informed of the rules backstage and I wish you both luck. When I blow the whistle, you start got it?”
KANDI: “I will rui–“
VASSA: “Oh my Gawd, I’m excited! This is the kind of stuff BACKBONES compete in! Haha!”
JOHNSON: “This is far more than an Arm Wrestling match and it should have been a WRESTLING Match but someone wanted to take shortcuts. Now we have this, let’s see who wins!”
POWERS: “Winner of this Arm Wrestling Contest, by a landslide…JACINTA!!”
JOHNSON: “Wow…So that didn’t take long at all and Jacinta just showed Kandi how simple it can be.”
VASSA: “When faced with more competition, Kandi was slapped down QUICK! HAHA! I lied, I pick Jacinta, she just looks like she’d know what to do with it in the bedroom. I want to cream her coffee!”
Kandi flops over and hits the canvas which is the only reason Mannie lets go of her leg. Kandi scrambles trying to get up but Jacinta looks down at the unopened bottle in her hand and twirls it upside down, holding the bottle neck in a tight grip Jacinta swings down as Kandi looks up and the bottle strikes her to the side of her cheek. Blood flies from her mouth as she rips into a twist and collapses again into the canvas.
VASSA: “Holy Shit! That CIROC Bottle just got used as a Weapon. I thought bottles shattered when you used them like that, like in the movies?”
JOHNSON: “No actually they have to treat those bottles to shatter like that. That hurt though and Kandi is bleeding….”
VASSA” ”DAMN!!! I think Jacinta may have broken Kandi’s arm with those repeated blow!”
JOHNSON: “An embarrassing and possibly deserved moment for Kandi Washington. Always looking down at people..”
VASSA: “It’s deserved, that bitch thinks she is above and beyond everyone else. She hasn’t done SHIT in 4CW other than pad her win/loss record with garbage opponents.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know about that…?”
VASSA: “Kandi wasn’t competing, she was and still is a fashion model who sucks her way into mattering. Now she is being handed what she has deserved for so long. Multiple Promotions are watching right now and clapping, smiling at the scene inside the ring. FACT!“
JOHNSON: “She’d say they were jealous, I’d say I agree and I think Jacinta would as well…Wait…what’s she doing?”
VASSA: “This is better than going to Disneyland!!”

HOPKINS: ”I’ve had enough bad things come my way this week, it’s time to turn it upside down. Streaks don’t last forever. Havok is going to get one hell of a surprise coming his way.”
HOPKINS: “That kid has great skills but I think he’s tripping on his own two feet. Last time out, it was an unexpected draw. I gave all of what I had in the tank and he gave his all. Yet he wants to say I have a snowball chance in hell of beating him??”
HOPKINS: “Boy got issues. Real issues. He just doesn’t know…”
???: “You right about that, he doesn’t know!”
HOPKINS: “Damn Ant, right on cue, as usual. You’re still the same!”
BAILEY: “Always will be the same. I know I couldn’t get here earlier in the week but I wasn’t about to miss your match. I keep my promises. Flashy shoes you got there!”
HOPKINS: ”Yeah, I almost hate to wear them for the occasion being they are moments away from getting dirty. Real dirty. Construction work kinda dirty. Nathaniel Havok’s facial prints will be all over these damn shoes probably.”
BAILEY: “Havok’s a handful but you got him man. It’s going to be a tough back and forth matchup, but in the end, your hand will be raised.”
HOPKINS: “With the way my luck has been going here in Sin City thus far, I really don’t know. He’s been spewing a lot of fuel to the fire. He doesn’t sense it, but the amount he’s spewed has caused the flames to rise to a level unsafe. That’s fine though, he can continue to mumble-jumble till his tongue falls out. I don’t mind some crispy chicken in my belly.”
BAILEY: ”Well as far as luck, Lady Luck here can be cold, but once she warms up to you, it’s all good. You got Havok. You’ve had bigger, tougher challenges in the past. You can overcome him and get back on the right track.”
BAILEY: “Well, I’ll see you out there, man.”
HOPKINS: “For sure. TDB!”
BAILEY: ”Forever!”

NATHANIEL HAVOK VS. JAIR HOPKINS
POWERS: ”Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first out of the Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana. He weighs in at two hundred forty two pounds and stands six feet, four inches tall. He is the Enforcer of Sorrow… NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
VASSA: ”This is another match that I have been looking forward to all night.”
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring from the concrete jungle in Brooklyn, New York. He weighs in at two hundred eight pounds and stands five feet, eight inches tall. JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Just weeks ago, these two went head to head in the ring in a match that ended in a draw. Tonight, these two plan to settle the score and take the lead over the other.”
VASSA: ”As I said earlier, these two know each other from previous promotions. Tonight, they display their talents in the ring in front of a 4CW audience.”
DING!!! DING!!!
The two meet in the ring and circle each other for a moment before Havok makes the first move and slides in for a single leg takedown. Jair hops back and falls on Havok’s back knocking him to the canvas. Jair struggles to get control but Havok makes it difficult as he squirms all over the mat. Havok then manages to break away from Jair and the two quickly rise to their feet. Havok then lunges forward to lock up but Jair ducks the attempt and slides in behind him. Wrapping his arms around Havok’s waist, Jair takes him down to the mat with a German suplex. Jair stands to his feet as Havok rolls over and pushes himself up. As Havok stands straight up, Jair moves in with a fierce backhand chop across his chest. Havok goes back a step and Jair delivers another, this time with more sting. Havok then lunges forward at Jair once more but misses as he gets side stepped. Jair then moves in behind Havok and drops him to the mat with a reverse neckbreaker.
JOHNSON: ”Jair is showing us all just how technical he can be in the ring, lethal in fact.”
VASSA: ”It’s like a game of cat and mouse. He’s just waiting for Havok to open himself up before he moves in to make a move.”
VASSA: ”I would say that these two know each other a little too well.”
JOHNSON: ”I think you may be right, Vinny.”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Jair gets back to his feet, wasting no time, he then runs to the ropes. Once hitting them and bouncing back with speed, Jair leaps into the air and comes down on Havok’s chest with a jumping elbow drop. Jair then lifts Havok’s head up and positions himself behind him, locking in a sleeper hold.
VASSA: ”Havok better hurry up and do something here or it could be lights out for him!”
JOHNSON: ”I think he just read your mind.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to do it…”
VASSA: ”Havok just picked Jair up and powerbombed him to the canvas like a ragdoll.”
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
Havok pushes himself off of Jair and gets to his feet. He then reaches down and pulls Jair up as well. Havok then quickly takes him back down with a snap suplex. Rolling over on top of Jair, Havok comes to his feet and then grabs Jair by the neck, lifting up from in between his legs. Havok then grabs Jair by the arm and throws him to the ropes only to get countered. Jair then spins around and throws Havok to the ropes. Havok slams into the turnbuckle only to get hit with a flying body splash as Jair runs and leaps in the air at him. Jair comes down to his feet as Havok wobbles away from the corner, almost losing his footing. Havok then runs up from behind Havok and throws him to the opposite corner. Once crashing against the turnbuckle with his back, Havok stands there as Jair comes charging at him. Jair jumps in the air and plants his feet in Havok’s stomach while grabbing his shoulder. Rolling back, Jair brings Havok along for the ride and throws him across the ring with a monkey flip. Jair flips over to his feet as he rolls. He then runs to the closest corner to Havok and jumps to the top rope, leaps backwards and spins around, landing a huge leg drop on Havok’s chest. Jair quickly covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”This is truly turning out to be a great competitive match up between these two. The fans are really enjoying this test of skills.”
JOHNSON: ”These two are artists in the ring and it really shows tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”THE REIGN OF TERROR!!!”
VASSA: ”That was a beautiful counter move and one hell of a way to put Hopkins down for the count.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”Havok takes the win! He’s done it!”
JOHNSON: ”I have to admit, I am absolutely pleased with this match. No matter the outcome, these two couldn’t have put on a better match for us all watching.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The ref then raises Havok’s arm in the air.
POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Come on, Havok! He’s had enough!”
VASSA: ”WHAT!?!? What in the hell is this?”
HAVOK: ”I’ve been telling everyone for days, that after I was done with Jair Hopkins, that I was going to drop a bombshell on 4CW, that would shake this place to its very foundation. But, in order for me to do that, I need Perry Wallace to come down that ramp, and join me in the ring.”
HAVOK: ”Come on, boss! I don’t have all night, now!”
HAVOK: ”No, no, no. Keeps your eyes on the ramp, man. We don’t need anybody getting to Perry, and I’ve got Bayne and Bryce pretty pissed at me right now, for not bringing them with me. I don’t want those two coming after me, either.”
WALLACE: ”What do you want, man? I’ve got a lot going on back there.”
HAVOK: ”Perry, you know I like you. You also know that I want nothing but the best for 4CW, and I’ll stop at nothing to do it.”
HAVOK: ”In my hands, is a piece of paper that earlier tonight, you yourself signed. And boss, believe me, this is just a copy. As a matter of fact, it’s your copy, here, take it.”
HAVOK: ”I’ve had enough, boss. I’ve absolutely had enough. I can’t depend on the New Reign, I can’t depend on my coworkers to deliver, and most importantly, I can’t depend on you! I came to this company with a goal! Not only did I come to 4 Corners Wrestling to make this company the best professional wrestling company on the God damn planet, but, I came here to prove that I am the best to jump ship from APW! You didn’t give me that opportunity though, did you? You didn’t give me the chance, after countless times of trying to get Young Mannie into this ring! And that’s what this is about, Perry. This contract, states that the Enforcer of Sorrow Nathaniel Havok gets the very first crack at whoever walks out of Ante Up as the 4CW Extreme Television Champion! If Max happens to walk out as Champion, then I face Max.”
“If I beat Max, I finally get my shot at Young Mannie, as I will happily put my belt up against him, just for the chance to beat the hell out of that sorry piece of shit! We both know that he’d never pass up a shot at the title. If it takes me doing what he can’t, beating Max for the belt… If it takes that to get him in the middle of this ring, then that’s what I’m going to do. BUT… If Mannie just so happens to walk out of this arena with the title tonight, the next time we’re live on HBO, he defends that belt against the Enforcer of Sorrow!”
“But, that’s not where it ends, boss. As I’m sure you’ve read, you’re going to be the special referee in my shot at the Extreme Television Championship, and I’ve set that up for two different reasons. One, so I can see, and these people can see, the kind of man you are, and the kind of integrity you possess. If you have even an ounce of dignity inside that pathetic excuse for a fat ass body you’ve got, then, you’ll call it right down the middle. And two, because if you refuse to be referee, or, if you refuse to call it right down the middle, as the contract says, I take your 50% stake in this company, and become business partners with Frankie Morrison!”
WALLACE: ”I can’t believe this! You son of a bitch! What in the hell did you do this, for?”
HAVOK: ”Because one way or another, I will get what I want! One way or another, I will get the power!”
VASSA: ”Nathaniel Havok is a genius! He’s a damn genius!”
JOHNSON: ”We need medical personnel down here for Perry, now!”


“WE’RE HERE…”
The screen flickers a few more times before going blank once more…

I QUIT MATCH
STEFAN RAAB VS. SHANE BORDERLAND
VASSA: ”Next up, we finally get to see this rivalry come to an end. Stefan Raab and Shane Borderland will be competing in an I Quit match with some serious stipulations.”
JOHNSON: ”Shane Borderland has reached out to join the House of Howe since stepping foot in 4CW and tonight we get the decision. If Raab can make Borderland submit and say I quit, Boderland will not be allowed to join the House. But, if Borderland can make Raab submit and say I quit, then he will earn his access into the House.”
VASSA: ”This match has promise all over it and should be a great one to watch. Mike Powers, take it away!”
POWERS: ”Our next match will be an I Quit match in which the winner will be decided by making the opponent quit. Introducing to the ring first from Cologne, Germany. He weighs in at two hundred thirty pounds and stands six feet, four inches. He is The Killerplauze… STEFAN RRAAAABB!!!”
VASSA: ”Raab has changed since stepping foot in 4CW. Now he wears a mask to the ring, hiding the beast within.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s had his ups and downs in his career but I will say tonight that I am a huge fan of Raab, despite the fact that he’s not liked by many.”
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring out of San Diego, California. He weighs in at two hundred forty three pounds and stands six feet, four inches. He is the Bad Boy… SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Borderland has made an impressive splash in 4CW as well. Tonight, it’s all on the line here at Ante Up.”
VASSA: ”It’s time to put up or shut up! This is Ante Up! There two have a wager on the table for this match and tonight, someone is going to cash in.”
JOHNSON: ”Our official is ready to get this match started. Lets just sit back and enjoy the show!”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the sound of the bell echoes, Raab rushes at Borderland. Raab tries to tackle Borderland in the corner but misses as Borderland side steps him. Raab crashes into the corner but quickly turns around and comes at Borderland with boxing punches. Right, left, right, left… Borderland tries to fend them off but Raab connects with more than he misses. Raab then reaches forward, wraps his arms around Borderland’s waist and lifts him into the air, driving him into the canvas with a tackle. Raab mounts himself on top of Borderland and traps his arms by wrapping his around them. Raab then headbutts Borderland a few times before grabbing his head. Borderland tries to break himself free but can’t as Raab has the advantage and position on him. Raab then moves up Borderland’s body and begins to drive his knees into his head. With his arms now free, Borderland blocks the knees for the most part and manages to roll Raab over to his side. Borderland quickly rolls away and gets to his feet as Raab does as well. The two then stare each other down as they circle each other in the center of the ring.
VASSA: ”Raab is on the attack tonight like a rabid dog! I’ve never seen him this aggressive.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s a lot on the line with this match and I would think Raab is trying to prove himself to the House of Howe.”
JOHNSON: ”Now Borderland is in charge with the attack. These two are bringing the heavy hits tonight!”
VASSA: ”Yes they are! For a moment there I thought this was an MMA fight but then I snapped back to reality.”
JOHNSON: ”The object of this match is to make the opponent say I quit so a knockout move won’t do the job. Borderland is playing this just right by choosing an area of the body to target and weaken.”
VASSA: ”The lower legs… I’d hate for someone to attack my lower legs.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you have to worry about that, Vinny. No one is going to get anywhere near your lower half…”
VASSA: ”I beg to differ my friend! Your mother loves for me to wrap my legs around her head.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s just gross!”
VASSA: ”This could be it! Raab has locked in the first submission for this match.”
JOHNSON: ”Look at the rage in Raab’s eye!”
VASSA: ”I’ve never seen him like this before. His leg knee does appear to be bothering him though.”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed it does. I guess we’ll have to wait and see how Shane’s arm favors him when he gets back into this.”
JOHNSON: ”These two have been working each other down since the sound of the bell and it’s really showing now.”
VASSA: ”I can tell. That last move by Borderland looked to hurt him just about as much as it did Raab.”
JOHNSON: ”Raab has that arm bar locked in again. He’s already worn down Shane’s arm and shoulder in this match.”
VASSA: ”Wait a second!!!”
JOHNSON: ”SPINAL TAP!!!”
VASSA: ”This one could be over as long as Raab isn’t out cold. Shane has to get him to tell the ref he quits in order to win this match.”
VASSA: ”UH OH!!! Shane has locked Raab in with an STF after working on that left leg all night.!”
JOHNSON: ”This could be bad for Raab if he can’t break free from this hold.”
VASSA: ”What the hell is Tidus Howe doing out here anyway? Raab had the match in his control until Howe distracted him.”
VASSA: ”Howe is supposed to be Raab’s manager but he looks like he couldn’t care less about what’s happening to Raab in the ring right now.”
JOHNSON: ”This is a match with Shane’s House membership on the line, he must play neutral I would think.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: ”What just happened? I thought someone was supposed to say the words I quit for this match to end.”
JOHNSON: ”By the looks of things, Raab has passed out from the pain and isn’t in the right state to even speak. The ref made the decision to call the match.”
POWERS: ”Your winner… SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!”
VASSA: ”It looks like we have a new member of the House of Howe.”
JOHNSON: ”Shane Borderland earned his spot in the House tonight. I’m just shocked that Howe isn’t even bothering to check on Raab who’s still unconscious at the moment.”
VASSA: ”This should stir up some trouble within the House. Raab is one of the original members.”
JOHNSON: ”This should be interesting. We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while we clear the ring.”

HOWE: “This is going to be insane! Shane Borderland and Jason Cashe back on the scene together! Think of the headlines we could make together! He’s real excited, he danced a jig!”
BORDERLAND: “Cashe? He danced a jig? Last time we talked he didn’t seem too interested in rekindling the friendship. Things might not be the same as you’d like them to be with us.”
HOWE: “No, no, I’m telling you things will be Awesome! Maybe you won’t jump back in the Tag Division, Cashe is about to become South West Heavyweight Champion again! You can achieve your own path, no more shadows being whispered about. You’ve made mistakes, he’s made his own. Now together under The House, we will flourish to new heights!”
BORDERLAND: “How ya been Cashe?”
CASHE: “I’m hungry. I stay hungry and tonight I eat. This right here…It will have to wait to be settled.”
HOWE: “Jason! Hey, quit being so selfish! He just won his match and earned a place in The House! That’s something right? He could have said accept him or he walks but instead he worked for the spot. Really earned it and deserves his chance just as you do for redemption wouldn’t you agree?”
CASHE: “Oh I’m fine. I took my pound of flesh when I stomped him out of Action back in APW…I’m perfectly fine with how things worked out. Brothers fight, they bicker, it’s a natural thing.”
BORDERLAND: “Jesus, if we’re brothers then Mother was lowering her standards when she met YOUR Father…”
CASHE: “So now I’m the ugly one? Pssh someone needs a second opinion…”
CASHE: “So things went well out there huh? Raab alright? I know he’s gonna be vapor for the rest of the night, not in sight. Poor bastard. But hey, I’m thrilled you back in the mix. We can do some damage together, you know that. Wrecking bitches and leaves fools in stitches. Haha!”
BORDERLAND: “Let’s knock people down and tag em up with Spray Cheese! I’ll let you get ready though, I’m gonna hop in the shower and get dressed to impress. We’re partying tonight right?”
CASHE: “Shits gonna get fun soon!”
HOWE: “Time for NewGen to Rise…”

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
NEW GEN RISING (Jace Savage & Brian Hollywood)
VS.
SWEET ANNIHILATION © (Drake Knight & Ice)
JOHNSON: ”4CW’s historic night continues with a tag team championship match that is sure to pander to the delight of all the fans watching Ante Up.”
VASSA: ”I’m not sold on Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood. What makes them anymore deserving than Christian Taylor and Mike Smith. They’re still the winningest tag team on our roster!”
JOHNSON: ”For those who may have missed it, at the last Adrenaline the House of Sweetness came to the aide of the Red Pioneer and cleared the ring of all members of the Power Trip stable. Mike Smith and Christian Taylor took a beating at the hands of Drake Knight and Jake Wakefield, rendering them incapable of competing here tonight.”
VASSA: ”So we reward New Gen Rising in the long run? What about X.T.C. and Eric Lee? What about Mannie and Alec Quartermain? You know, guys who actually took part in the tag team tournament and didn’t intervene with some flashy video package that played sporadically!”
JOHNSON: ”If you’ve got such a problem with it why don’t you ask Mr. Wallace or Mr. Morrison?”
VASSA: ”And waste their time? Ha! Let’s just get this thing rolling so the champs can retain and House of Howe can be dealt a punishing blow to their ego!”
POWERS: ”The following tag team match and is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, the challengers… at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds… representing the House of Howe… Jace Savage… Brian Hollywood… NEW… GEN… RISING!!!”
POWERS: ”And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and twenty two pounds…they are the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… Drake Knight… Ice… SWEET ANNIHILATION!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This is usually the spot where Kandi Washington comes out, soaks up all of the spotlight, and turns this circus all about her.”
VASSA: ”That’s not happening tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”No it’s not. I’m receiving official word from that Kandi Washington broke her arm during that exchange with Jacinta Perez!”
JOHNSON: ”They’re like lost children without their mother.”
VASSA: ”Kandi’s not here to guide them They’re going to have to prove that they can do it on their own tonight. Odds that I don’t like!”
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Jace drops down and pulls Ice backwards with a school boy rollup for a quick pin attempt!
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Ice kicks out and both competitors roll back to their feet. As the two turn towards one another, Jace quickly whips Ice down to the mat with an arm drag takedown. Ice pops back to her feet and staggers into the waiting arms of Jace who whips her back to the mat with a second arm drag takedown. Ice pulls herself to her feet with the aide of the ring ropes. Before she could turn around to get sights on her opponent she’s being dumped overboard with by a running clothesline. Jace stands with his back against the ropes opposite Ice. Once Ice finds her footing Jace charges full speed. He dives between the middle and top rope, grabbing Ice with a front face lock in mid air and whips his body around to finish off a tornado DDT!
JOHNSON: ”Money Spike DDT from Jace Savage to one half of the tag team champions!”
Jace skips the pin attempt and moves to his corner, tagging in his partner. Hollywood climbs up to the top turnbuckle and stands perched as Jace lifts Ice up onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Jace moves into the landing distance and holds Ice still. Hollywood leaps off of the top rope and kicks Ice in the back of the head with a double foot stomp. Jace keeps Ice up on his shoulders as Hollywood drops down onto his back, and lifts his knees up to his chest. Jace then delivers a death valley driver across the knees of Brian Hollywood! Ice flops down onto the mat and Hollywood makes a quick cover as Jace steps out of the ring.
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Hollywood pulls Ice off of the mat with a handful of hair before the ref could count to three.
JOHNSON: ”What the hell? We had new champions. Hollywood had Ice beaten and broke up his own pinfall.”
VASSA: ”Jace is laughing on the ring apron!”
JOHNSON: ”I think these two are looking to have a little fun at the champs expense!”
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Drake Knight managed to get to his feet and reach into the ring, pulling Hollywood off of his partner before the count of three. Hollywood lands on the surrounding ring floor and immediately has to duck and running big boot. Once Drake turns around Hollywood flattens him out with a spear! Hollywood slides back into the ring and moves towards his corner. He slaps a tag to Jace and turns back towards Ice as she pushes up to her feet. Hollywood ducks down and lifts Ice up with a fireman’s carry. As Hollywood turns towards his corner, Jace ascends the corner and sits perched on the top turnbuckle. Hollywood plants Ice into the canvass with a rolling fireman’s carry slam as Savage leaps off of the top rope and hits Ice with a Shooting Star Press!
JOHNSON: ”What a combination! That’s gotta be it!”
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Thr…NO!!
Out of nowhere Drake Knight slid into the ring and knocked Jace off of his partner with a diving shoulder block! Hollywood climbs back into the ring and begins exchanging blows with big Drake Knight. Jace climbs back to his feet and joins his partner. They back Drake up against the ropes and each grabs a wrist before sending him across the ring with an irish whip. On the rebound they hit a tandem back body drop. As Drake crashes down to the canvass each member of New Gen Rising runs towards opposites sides of the ring. They converge on Drake as Jace hits a front flipping leg drop and Hollywood hits a standing moonsault! The two rise to their feet in time to catch Ice charging their way. They toss her into the air with a double flapjack and she crashes down onto Drake Knight!
JOHNSON: ”A double team clinic in this ring tonight! Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood are showing exactly what makes them one of the greatest tag teams in the profession today!”
VASSA: ”They are doing a number to the champs.”
JOHNSON: ”Quick tags, isolating the weaker opponent, fluid double team moves…this is tag team wrestling 101…”
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Drake slid back into the ring and broke up the pin-fall with a double axe handle smash to the back of Jace’s head. Jace rolls over onto his back and Drake reaches down, grabbing him with two hands around his throat. Drake lifts Jace up clean off of the canvass and holds him in the air. Hollywood sneaks in behind the big man and chops him down to one knee with a chop block from behind. Jace lands on his feet and instantly doubles over, trying to re-catch his breath. Hollywood stands Drake up and wraps himself around his waist. Jace drops down to one knee behind the both of them and Hollywood lifts Drake overhead with a northern lights suplex onto Jace’s extended knee!
JOHNSON: ”Northern lights suplex into a modified backbreaker! The combinations these two are coming up with seem limitless.”
VASSA: ”I can’t remember the last time i’ve seen anything like this.”
JOHNSON: ”Those titles are as good as theirs!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know if Ice is going to be able to continue.”
VASSA: ”Drake Knight may have to go at this alone…”
JOHNSON: ”Or he can forfeit the titles!”
JOHNSON: ”This just became a handicap match!”
VASSA: ”Now I really don’t like the odds of the champs defending! Drake Knight is a machine but he can’t take both Hollywood and Savage on at the same time.”
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
The ref signals for the bell and moves towards the timekeeper to retrieve the tag team titles. Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage jump to their feet as “I Play You Lose” by the Gruesomes take over the P.A. system.
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, and NEW 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, NEW GEN RISING!”
JOHNSON: ”New Tag Champs!”
VASSA: ”Their first defense and Sweet Annihilation looks like they had no business ever holding the straps! Tidus Howe now has some champions back in his stable!”
JOHNSON: ”Hopefully they don’t get too comfortable because you never know what challenges lurk around the corner!”
HOLLYWOOD: “We came out here tonight to finally show all you worthless people that we are who and what, we say we are. We are going to send a message here tonight. Cashe you are right, This is big business, and no one does big business like we do!”
Jace and Brian converse for a second trying to determine who is going to hit him first. They play rock, paper, scissors and Jace comes out the victor. Jace takes a big over hand swing and cracks Knight square in the back with a loud thud. Knight begins to rive in pain as now each member of New Gen Rising takes turns hit Knight one at a time. Several shots later Jace stops hitting Knight and opens the chair. He takes Knights leg and closes the chair around it.
JOHNSON: ”What are they doing?!?!”
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”New Gen has made a statement tonight and have taken out the former tag team champions. This has been a crazy night!”
VASSA: ”First Ice and now Drake… DAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment while the EMT’s clear the ring and assist Drake.”

KIDD: “In a sport filled with charlatans and wannabes, The Young Moderns stands out as the group of individuals who vows to change the landscape of professional wrestling. For a long time now, professional wrestling has been plagued with so-called “Superstars” who are more concern with their image outside the ring than what they actually do in the ring. For awhile now, professional wrestling has been infested and overrun by this “Clique Mentality” where if you want to get somewhere near where you want to be, you have to be sociable with the higher ups or the so-called “top guys”. I’ve seen both firsthand. I’ve experienced both firsthand. And you know what? I am sick and disgusted of it.”
KIDD: “That’s we, The Young Moderns, came together. We are the people who saw the light and realized that things need to be done. We were the individuals who grasped these problems with professional wrestling and we are the individuals who vowed to be the solution to these problems. We are the individuals who will devote all of our time, our abilities and our resources in being the catalysts of change.”
KIDD: “Second City Wrestling is just the beginning. We are hell-bent on changing the whole sport of professional wrestling. And with that, I am tasked to spread our arms and branched out to other organizations. And upon looking around, I saw that Four Corners Wrestling fit that description. Looking at the people on its roster, 4CW fits EVERYTHING that is wrong in professional wrestling. And that’s why it has been chosen. That’s why yours truly have decided to come in and spread the arms of our movement to this place.”
KIDD: “As much as I would have love to have my brothers James Silkk and Christian Rhodes to be in this mission with me, I have brought someone who is more than fitting to help me. Let me introduced to you, my personal enforcer and the newest member of the Young Moderns… Hunter “The Beast” Beasley.”
KIDD: “I found him in St. Louis, Missouri during Second City Wrestling’s Cardinal Sin event in the city. He was one of the guys who had a tryout match that afternoon before the show. I watched him destroy everyone in the ring and yet the people that run 2CW turned him down because he doesn’t have the right look and they don’t know any of the promotions he had worked for. But I saw the passion in him. I saw that there was this beast that is waiting to be unleashed onto the wrestling world. And I immediately knew that I want to be that person. I want to be that guy that release the beast and show the world what they are missing not having this mountain of a man in their corner. So I took him in and now here he is, standing side by side with me. Fighting with a purpose. Fighting to change the pro wrestling world that ostracized him and turned him down because he doesn’t know anybody and he doesn’t fit a certain look.”
KIDD: “Together, this 6 foot 5, 267 pounds of a beast and I, will wreck havoc on this place and fulfill the mission of this movement we’ve started. We are not stopping until we change this place for good. We are not stopping until we eliminate each and every charlatans on the 4CW roster. So try to stop us if you can… I advise that you just don’t bother.”
KIDD: “The Young Moderns are coming… 4CW… Welcome to the Modern times.”

HOWE: ”To a very lucrative partnership gentlemen. Once Cashe has the Heavyweight Title back in his possession, we will be all that is talked about when people talk about the future of wrestling. When people talk about wrestling they will talk about us. When people think about wrestling they will think about us. The time has come gentlemen, we make history here in 4Cw.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Looks like big business paid off. Now are you to go out and slay the beast, mountain man?”
CASHE: ”Trust and believe I’m ready. There will be nothing stopping me from reclaiming my title. I’m focused and ready to go.”
SAVAGE: ”Good, because after you win and we get out of here, we are hitting Vegas hard. It’s all on the new tag team champions too. We are going to party hard. We have the best pent house booked, the best girls on dial. Go out there and show everyone the animal you’ve become.”

EXTREME TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
BARBED WIRE MASSACRE MATCH
“Young” MANNIE ROMERO VS. THE RED PIONEER ©
JOHNSON: ”The Red Pioneer has been on a hot streak since stepping foot in 4CW and has taken a beating along the way defending the Extreme Television championship.”
VASSA: ”Jus a few weeks ago we had a controversial ending to a defense against “Young” Mannie and tonight, we get the rematch!”
JOHNSON: ”This is going to be a brutal, bloody match up.”
VASSA: ”I believe the term is barbed wire massacre and everything is wrapped in barded wire from the ropes to the weapons on the outside of the ring. HEAVEN!”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s get straight to the action and get these men out here to beat each other into a bloody mess.”
POWERS: ”The next contest is scheduled for one fall for the 4CW Extreme Television championship. Introducing to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth of Virginia. He stands six feet, two inches tall and weighs in at two hundred twenty five pounds. He is The Main Attraction… “YOUNG” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”
VASSA: ”Tonight is a big match for Mannie and he’s even pulled out all the stops with the new attire. Check out the singlet!”
JOHNSON: ”With everything wrapped in barbed wire, he needs to cover as much skin as possible.”
POWERS: ”And the 4CW Extreme Television champion coming to the ring out of Prospect, Connecticut. He weighs in at two hundred, seven pounds and stands five feet, eleven inches tall. He is the Harbinger of Serenity… THE RED PIONEER!!!”
VASSA: ”There’s the champ! He’s in the house!”
JOHNSON: ”The fans still love him but the cheers aren’t what they used to be after he aligned with Kandi Washington and her crew of thugs.”
VASSA: ”Bad move for The Red Pioneer because those punks have been beat to shit tonight and I don’t think they’ll be climbing inside of a ring for a very long time.”
JOHNSON: ”It has been a crazy night for them but that’s what make the rating high!”
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the bell, Pioneer darts from his corner and rushes at Mannie. Before Pioneer can trap him in the corner, Mannie comes out swinging and connects with a hard punch to Pioneer’s forehead. Pioneer stumbles back a step as Mannie steps in and hits him with a European uppercut. Pioneer’s head flings backwards and Mannie attacks with a series of hard, stiff, MMA kicks and punches. Forcing him backwards to the corner, Mannie traps Pioneer and slams him against the turnbuckle. Mannie then kicks Pioneer in the stomach and lifts him in the air before dropping him on the top barbed wire rope stomach first.
JOHNSON: ”This match is only getting started and Mannie as already used the barbed wire ropes to his advantage.”
VASSA: ”Luckily for The Red Pioneer, he has that jumpsuit on to protect his bare skin.”
VASSA: ”After the brutal parking lot brawl between these two weeks ago, I can tell that Mannie is determined by the look in his eyes tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”These two beat each other into a mess that night and I wouldn’t doubt the same type of beating taking place tonight.”
VASSA: ”I surely do love the looks of that!”
JOHNSON: ”There are all types of weapons placed around the ring wrapped in barbed wire. It just wouldn’t be right if we didn’t include a barbed wire wrapped table in the mix.”
Mannie crawls on top of Pioneer but struggles to gain control. Him and Pioneer fight with each other in a power struggle. Pioneer rolls him over and gets on top for a moment as the struggle continues. Mannie breaks his arm free from Pioneer’s hold and grabs him by the back of the head. Rocking back and forth, Mannie rolls Pioneer over and slams his face into the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. Pioneer rolls over to his back, holding his face in pain as Mannie climbs to his feet. Looking down at the chair, Mannie picks it up and looks at it for a moment before taking a big swing to Pioneer’s chest.
CRACK!!!
Pioneer quickly holds his chest in pain and rolls over to his stomach with his back exposed. Noticing the opportunity, Mannie draws the chair back over his head and swings down again…
CRACK!!!
As Mannie pulls the chair towards him, the barbs catch Pioneer’s jumpsuit. Mannie then jerks it back, ripping a hole in the back of Pioneer’s attire. Mannie then tosses the chair to the middle of the ring and lifts Pioneer up from the canvas. Mannie sets him up for a suplex and lifts him vertically into the air. Falling back, Mannie drops Pioneer on the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. Pioneer quickly pops up in a sitting position, yelling from the pain as the chair comes up with him, stuck to his clothing from the barbed wire.
VASSA: ”This is starting to get messy really quick!”
JOHNSON: ”The chair is stuck to Mannie’s back. That must be painful.”
VASSA: ”You think?”
CRASH!!!
The table snaps in half and the two fall to the floor, Mannie breaking Pioneer’s fall.
VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”
“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”
JOHNSON: ”I was wondering when that table would come into play.”
VASSA: ”I’m just happy that it was used with a big move like that!”
VASSA: ”I’m just surprised that Deion even showed up tonight. I’m going to have to get an autograph after the show.”
JOHNSON: ”Mannie has tried multiple times to remove the mask from The Red Pioneer’s face but has come up short each time, until tonight.”
VASSA: ”It’s not like we didn’t know who he was. Three weeks ago he revealed himself at the end of our show when he revealed his alliance with Kandi and Sweet Annihilation.”
JOHNSON: ”Maximilian Newman is his name but we know him better as The Red Pioneer.”
PING!!!
Mannie stumbles back a step but doesn’t go down. Pioneer then runs from behind and takes him down, slamming his head to the floor with a bulldog. Pioneer is slow to get up while Mannie lays on the floor. Looking to the other end of the ring, Pioneer notices a glass pane wrapped in barbed wire leaning against the barricade. He slowly walks towards it, limping. Pioneer picks it up off the floor and looks down at hit as blood smears all over it. He then turns his attention back to Mannie and slowly approaches. Before Pioneer can get to him, Mannie gets to his feet. Pioneer lifts the glass pane but as he does, Mannie lunges forward and punches through it, connecting with a hard right hand to the face. The glass shatters into hundreds of pieces as Pioneer falls back a step and trips over his own feet, falling to the floor. Mannie retracts his arm as the barbed wire pierces his skin, clinging on. Mannie then slowly walks to Pioneer with the barbed wire wrapped around his arm and pulls his head up from the floor. Mannie then applies a choke hold, cutting Pioneer and himself with the barbed wire. Pioneer struggles to break free but Mannie doesn’t let up, applying the pressure and digging even more into himself with the barbed wire. As the blood flows from Mannie’s arm, he releases the hold as the pain from the barbed wire becomes unbearable.
JOHNSON: ”There’s only so much a man can take and by the looks of that, Mannie couldn’t take anymore.”
VASSA: ”Mannie did a number on his arm with that choke hold but it looks like Pioneer took even more damage to his neck.”
CLANK!!!
Pioneer’s hand connects with the steel chair. He pulls hit back and then Mannie swings at his head but misses as Pioneer ducks and steps behind him. Mannie then turns around, swinging the chair but misses again as Pioneer ducks and takes off running to the ropes.
VASSA: ”No fucking way…”
VASSA: ”That crazy son of a bitch did it! He used the ropes as if they weren’t barbed wire to bounce off of.”
JOHNSON: ”This is insane!”
CRACK!!!
Mannie slams the barbed wire wrapped chair over Pioneer’s head as the sound echoes throughout the theatre. Pioneer falls back against the ropes but doesn’t go down. Mannie then pulls the chair over his head again and swings down directly on top of Pioneer’s head again…
CRACK!!!
Maniie then tosses the chair to the middle of the ring as Pioneer barely hangs, holding himself up.
JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!!”
VASSA: ”Only in 4CW!!!”
CLANK!!!
JOHNSON: ”D.B.M.!!! D.B.M.!!! Death By Mannie!!!”
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”
Mannie then covers the bloody Pioneer as the ref drops down for the count…
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”Mannie has done it! Mannie has defeated The Red Pioneer!”
VASSA: ”We have a new 4CW Extreme Television champion!”
JOHNSON: ”Mannie’s ended the win streak and taken the championship in one night!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The ref hands Mannie the championship and raises his arm in the air…
POWERS: ”Your winner and new 4CW Extreme Television champion… “YOUNG” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”
JOHNSON: ”What are they doing now?”
VASSA: ”Oh, this can’t be good!”
VASSA: ”Mannie just hit The Red Pioneer with Started From The Bottom!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh, come on! This is enough! The match is over with, you won Mannie!”
JOHNSON: ”This is down right disgusting! This is exactly why the network wants to change the stipulations of this championship. One person cannot endure this week in and week out at every show.”
VASSA: ”The Red Pioneer wanted to keep the stipulation in place and it may have bitten him in the ass.”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while we clear the ring and get The Red Pioneer some assistance.”

HOLT: ”Well, well, well this is supposed to be the big brute of Beauty and The Beast. Not so tough now are you. It must be sad to know that one man just took out the two biggest thorns in Perry Wallace’s side. Time to finish taking out the trash.”

SOUTH-WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT CAGE MATCH
JASON CASHE VS. ROXI JOHNSON VS. JASON PHOENIX ©
VASSA: ”Here we are ladies and gents, our main event!”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve had an eventful night with ups and downs and it’s time to put some closure on this evening with Jason Phoenix’s first defense of the South-West Heavyweight championship.”
VASSA: ”It’s not going to be an easy defense either. Roxi Johnson was on the verge of upsetting the champ at Adrenaline a few weeks back before Morgan stuck her nose in. Now she gets her chance at stripping that gold from his waist.”
JOHNSON: ”Yes she did! Tonight will be a little different as they will be enclosed inside of a steel cage.”
VASSA: ”No Power Trip to help save the night for Phoenix this time!”
JOHNSON: ”That shouldn’t be a problem! Apparently he has split from them and changed his image.”
VASSA: ”I’m just dying to see this new Phoenix that drastically changed overnight. I’m willing to bet that the fans still hate him just as much as we all do!”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s not forget about our third party in this match tonight.”
VASSA: ”JASON CASHE! People say that bullying doesn’t get you anywhere… it did for Cashe!”
JOHNSON: ”After weeks and weeks of butting heads with Mr. Wallace, Cashe finally pushed him over the edge and forcefully took a spot in this match tonight.”
VASSA: ”I just hope that Perry isn’t like Jonathan Martin! That guy was a bitch!”
JOHNSON: ”This is it ladies and gentlemen, the rematch we have all been waiting to see. All three of these wrestlers have a grudge against the other and it’s time to ante up and put it all on the line.”
VASSA: ”Mike Powers, do your thing!”
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, our main event is scheduled for one fall for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship. Introducing to the ring first, he is the former 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion, standing six feet, two inches and weighing in at two hundred, thirty pounds. He is The Influential… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
“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)”
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 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 and walking 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 and drops it out to the Ring Announcer as he drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits for the opponents.
JOHNSON: ”There he is ladies and gentlemen, Jason Cashe!”
VASSA: ”Boy does he look determined!”
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Tampa, Florida standing five feet, six inches and weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds… ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
VASSA: ”Our resident superhero is in the building people!”
JOHNSON: ”Roxi has been with us since the start and it’s been a fun journey watching her in the ring. After coming up short in the tournament to crown the first South-West Heavyweight champion, she gets another shot tonight!”
VASSA: ”Roxi and Cashe have locked their sights on each other already. I wouldn’t be surprised if the two work together at first to wear the champ down.”
POWERS: ”Introducing, the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion coming straight out of Miami, Florida. He stands six feet, two inches and weighs in at two hundred, forty five pounds. He is the Living and the Tormented Soul… JASON PPHHOOEENNIIXX!!!”
VASSA: ”The fans showered him with boos. I guess that overnight personality went over as well as a male cross-dresser trying to pass as a chick. COME ON MAN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”You sure do have an imagination, Vinny, I’ll give you that much.”
VASSA: ”Damnit, what the hell?”
JOHNSON: ”What?”
VASSA: ”I just realized that we’ve been talking about this match for as long as we have and have yet to make mention of that big ass steel cage hanging over the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”How did that happen? Well… there it is and it’s slowly being lowered to the ring.”
VASSA: ”Maybe I should lay off the drinks when intermission rolls around next time.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe you should, but, you wouldn’t be the Vinny Vassa we’ve grown to love.”
VASSA: ”Aawww, thank you!”
VASSA: ”It’s about that time!”
JOHNSON: ”Jason Phoenix defends the championship for the first time. The winner of this contest will be decided by whoever gets the first pinfall. Submissions or knockouts will not count as there are three wrestlers in this match.”
VASSA: ”It’s time for everyone to put their money where their mouth is and back all the hype up.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like the cage is stable as the ringside crew have finished checking it and the ref, Larry Collins, is ready to call for the bell.”
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the chime, Cashe quickly walks towards the center of the ring, mouthing off at Phoenix. Taunting him to step up, Cashe waves him to step up. Hesitant at first, Phoenixsteps forward and meets Cashe in the center of the ring, face to face. The two star into each others eyes and mouth off a bit before Cashe cuts his eyes to Roxi’s corner. Phoenix quickly turns his attention to Roxi who just stands there, waiting for one to make a move. Out of nowhere, Cashe draws back and lays Phoenix out with a hard right, knocking him to the mat. Phoenix quickly rolls over and climbs to his feet only to get greeted by Roxi with a dropkick to the chest. Phoenix stumbles back up a step with his back turned to Cashe only to get his head popped with a double ear slap. He then falls forward but gets caught by Roxi, who lifts him up and over, slamming him to the canvas with a T-bone suplex.
VASSA: ”That’s what I’m talking about! TEAMWORK!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This isn’t a team match up but it’s a good game plan.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Cashe saw that one coming.”
JOHNSON: ”I thought Phoenix’s eyes were going to pop out of his head with that leg drop!”
VASSA: ”Maybe they should. If the guy can’t see that the fans still hate him and he’s not a favorite then he doesn’t deserve them.”
JOHNSON: ”Cashe has been waiting to get his arms around Phoenix’s neck and he finally has his chance to choke the life out of him.”
VASSA: ”There’s been bad blood between these two for a while. I would even go as far to say that a lot of people in 4CW didn’t believe that Phoenix even deserved the title shot he was given.”
JOHNSON: ”People are entitled to their opinions. This is America after all.”
With Phoenix in lying in pain, Roxi attacks Cashe before he can get to his feet. She then drops a double axe handle across his back. Cashe leans forward from the blow as Roxi wraps her arm around his head. She then takes a few steps towards the ropes with Cashe’s head still locked. Jumping up, Roxi plants her feet on the middle rope and pushes off, spinning around and hitting Cashe with a tornado DDT in the center of the ring. Cashe rolls around in pain, holding his head as Roxi gets to her feet. Cashe comes to a stop and lays their with his hands over his head. Roxi then turns her back to him and does a backflip, connecting with a standing moonsault on Cashe. She then hooks his leg and goes for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…
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TWO
VASSA: ”Cashe kicks out!!!”
JOHNSON: ”It was a close call but I have a feeling it’s going to take a little more for a winner to be decided tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”With Cashe moving out of the way, that was some quick thinking on Roxi’s part.”
VASSA: ”Roxi is good, no doubt about that. I think she’s one of the most underrated wrestlers we have. There’s a reason that she’s in this match for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
Meanwhile, Cashe is to his feet inside of the ring. He walks to the side of the ring where Roxi and Phoenix are and looks on for a few moments before climbing down to the outside. Roxi applies the pressure, pulling back on Phoenix’s head. Cashe then steps forward with momentum and kicks Phoenix in the mouth. Roxi doesn’t let go of the hold as blood begins to pour from Phoenix’s mouth. Cashe then drops down to his stomach and gets face to face with Phoenix. Cashe runs his mouth before spitting in Phoenix’s face. He then pushes himself up to one knee. As Roxi keeps the STF locked in, Cashe grabs Phoenix by the head and digs his thumbs into his eyes. Phoenix yells in pain as Cashe enjoys every second of it. Cashe then stands up and yells for Roxi to let him go.
VASSA: ”Cashe is ruthless!”
JOHNSON: ”He’s yelling for Roxi to release this hold. Honestly, Phoenix hasn’t even been a factor in this match up.”
VASSA: ”As I said, some folks feel that he doesn’t deserve to be the champ and didn’t deserve to be given the opportunity.”
VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”If things keep going like this for Phoenix, he’ll lose a lot more than just the championship tonight.”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”I thought we might have had a winner!”
VASSA: ”It was a close call. Probably a little too close for Cashe.”
VASSA: ”Roxi has been flying all over the place and if Cashe is going to slow her down, he needs to wear her legs down.”
JOHNSON: ”You said it best!”
Meanwhile on the outside, Phoenix slowly gets back to his feet and rolls underneath the bottom rope, entering the ring. He gets up and slowly walks over to Cashe, who doesn’t notice him. Phoenix then yells at Cashe, catching his attention. Before Cashe can release the hold and get up, Phoenix slaps him across the face and then grabs the back of his head. Pnoenix slams his knee into Cashe’s face a couple of times before pulling him off of Roxi and to his feet. Phoenix then wraps his arms around Cashe and slams him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Cashe bounces back up only to get put back down as Phoenix hits him with a shoulder block. Cashe hits the mat but gets up in a furious rage. Phoenix knocks him back down with another shoulder block. Cashe hops back up but when Phoenix comes with another shoulder block this time, Cashe kicks him below the belt, knocking him down to both knees.
VASSA: ”I knew this wouldn’t be a clean fight! These two hate each other.”
JOHNSON: ”This battle between the two has been boiling for weeks now, every since we ended the night in Phoenix.”
JOHNSON: ”The Mark of JASON!!!”
VASSA: ”He did it again! Holy shit!”
VASSA: ”What the hell is the ref doing?”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know but the ref is in complete control of this match and it’s his call.”
CRACK!!!
Phoenix falls to a sitting position as Cashe slowly backs away and looks on. The ref then rushes in to check on Phoenix as he sits in a bloody mess. Phoenix’s jaw looks out of place. The ref then yells to the outside of the cage for assistance.
JOHNSON: ”This can’t be good. The ref is calling for some medical attention.”
VASSA: ”Do you see his jaw? Cashe completely destroyed his face! I think his jaw might be broken.”
JOHNSON: ”I knew things were heated between the two but I didn’t realize it was this bad.”
VASSA: ”If it wasn’t broken before, it is now!”
VASSA: ”I understand that Phoenix may be badly injured but we do have a match going on. Come on ref, get your head in the game!”
JOHNSON: ”Tell me about it. Phoenix is the champ. Injured or not, he should not be able to leave this match.”
VASSA: ”My man, Perry Wallace! Tell them, the show must go on!”
VASSA: ”She beheaded Cashe!”
“One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten…”
Roxi then hops up, hooks her legs around Cashe’s head and flips him up and over to the canvas with a frankensteiner.
JOHNSON: ”That was a huge momentum changer right there.”
VASSA: ”You’re right, Steve. The crowd is behind her and let it be known with the counting as each punch landed on Cashe’s face.”
JOHNSON: ”I think it would be safe to say that the crowd is behind both her and Cashe. Phoenix on the other hand, they’ve shown him no love tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”RAY OF HOPE!!!”
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TWO
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THR…
Cashe quickly moves in and kicks Roxi in the back of the head, breaking the pin.
VASSA: ”Roxi almost won it but Cashe wasn’t going to let her do it that easy.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m surprised to see that Phoenix even came back in this match.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know if you would consider that a comeback. I would call it just plain stupid!”
JOHNSON: ”Under The Influence!”
VASSA: ”The UTI, the UTI!!! This could be it.”
“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”
Cashe then lifts Phoenix up from the turnbuckle and hops down from the ropes, bringing Phoenix with him and snapping him down, planting his head into the canvas.
JOHNSON: ”The Injection of Action!!!”
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”Cashe has done it! Cashe has reclaimed the South-West Heavyweight championship!”
POWERS: ”Your winner, and new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion, The Influential… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This is it folks. We’ve had three title changes tonight, two of which have landed with House of Howe.”
VASSA: ”It’s been one hell of a night and I couldn’t think of anywhere better for it to take place than right here in Las Vegas! The chips were put on the table and everyone played their hands.”
JOHNSON: ”We’re running a bit over schedule due to some of the medical emergencies we’ve had tonight. Tune in to Adrenaline in two weeks for a complete breakdown of tonight’s event and what lies ahead for us in the future.”
VASSA: ”Three new champions is all I can think of from tonight event… well that and a lot of injuries on the docket.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!”