ANTE UP I (015)



ANTE UP (015)
JUBILEE THEATER [LAS VEGAS, NEVADA]
JULY 13TH, 2014

The scene opens over the Jubilee Theater in Las Vegas, Nevada. The theatre is packed, sold out for the big event. At ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth ready to kick the evening off.

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!”

Travis Black lived to push his luck. That’s why Las Vegas was like a second city to him. He could relate with everyone from the craps rats and the card sharks that nothing got his heart hammering like a game of chance and they would understand completely. On this given Sunday though, Travis was trying his luck in a very different way.

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…”

Travis cursed loudly. Nothing frustrated him more than a job taking longer than it had to, especially when his mind insisted that it had to be done despite it being trivial. As luck would have it though, the person he was looking for was about to find him.

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?!”

Asked an awestruck Travis as a shooting pain pulsed up and down his leg from his knee.

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!”

Ordered Raven, wearing a fierce fire in her glowing eyes. Before Travis could mouth the words to argue, Raven pulled a taser from a sheath on the side of her belt and pointed it right at Travis’s groin. He didn’t want to argue with a loaded stun gun, he knew he’d lose. So Travis scrambled onto his knees and perched his hands atop his head, a position he’d been in more than few times.

BLACK: “What the fuck? Robin, relax. I’m not looking to kick your ass. I did that three weeks…”

Raven sharply interrupted him with a crack of the baton across his back.

RAVEN: “Don’t call me Robin!” *she snapped*

BLACK: “Ow!”

Travis out of instinct reached down to rub where he’d just been hit but Raven whipped across his fingers with another strike.

RAVEN: “I said HANDS on you HEAD. Now what do you want?”

She demanded, her voice dry and exasperated. Her finger pulled on the trigger of the stun gun making an audible sound as the electric charge built up. Travis’s words quickly disappeared down his throat.

BLACK: “I-I-I… wanted to give you something. Check my back pocket.”

Travis finally spat out, quivering each word along the way. Raven tentatively placed the primed stun gun against the back of his head as she fished a hand into the depths of his jeans pocket. Her fingers found something thin and made of paper that she pulled out and looked at while still keeping one eye on Travis.

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.”

Travis explained rather well for a man at gunpoint. Raven frowned. A little bit of chaos was never OK. Or was it? Doubt climbed into her mind like a burglar through a wide open window. She’d been convinced that she was going to hands down beat everyone last week only for this man who gave her the most unusual sensations in her chest and heart to prove her wrong. Was he right about what he was saying now too? Of course not. Last week was just a fluke. Travis interrupted her thoughts.

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.”

Silence fell over both of them. Raven had lost interest in making sure that Travis didn’t attack her and was looking down at the documents in her hand. One was, exactly as Travis said, a bonafide plane ticket for San Diego’s International Airport scheduled for take-off two days from now. The other was a piece of paper with some scrawl on it.

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.”

Asked Travis with a wince on his face hidden from Raven. She disarmed then slipped the taser back into the holster.

RAVEN: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get out of here.”

She muttered. Travis hobbled away quickly down the corridor that he came from but Raven didn’t even notice. Her eyes were transfixed in disbelief on the ticket. Was this man, this lunatic serious? He expected her to trust him and board a plane with him, to go to his home turf and go to some rancid parties? Insanity. Her code of order would never allow it. Though maybe she did owe him the chance. She did just nearly shatter his patella and he was kind of handsome. No, no he wasn’t. He was gross and weird and smelt of cigarettes. She musn’t think like that. Raven slipped the pieces of paper into her pocket, feeling scared, confused and unsure of everything as the scene faded back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
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!”

The production crew cuts the feed from the announce table over to Mike Powers who’s standing by in his DJ booth.

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!”

“Immortal” hits the PA as Jessica comes out, psyching herself up. She jumps up and down a few times, then heads down the ramp. She stops, hyping herself up again before sliding in the ring and posing in the corner. She hops off the turnbuckle and awaits her opponent.

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…”

The lights went black, completely black in the theatre ready for this big match up. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video as lights began to change to blue lighting as the song begins to come over the PA System.

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!”

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

Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt 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!”

The referee pats down both competitors, looking for foreign objects. Once satisfied he signals to the time keeper to ring the opening bell and motions for the competitors to move to the middle of the ring and get things underway.

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.”

Equinox slides back into the ring and stands by Jessica’s side as she begins to crawl away from the corner. He pushes off of her knee and stands up to her feet. Equinox runs passed her and leaps onto the second rope, spring boarding backwards and hitting her with a disaster kick that has the fans in the front row expecting to be able to catch her pretty little head! She slumps down to the canvass and lays flat on his back. Equinox takes the opening and once again builds up some momentum by bouncing off of the ropes before dropping down across her chest with a running denton splash! Equinox flips over, compressing his chest down across hers and hooks a leg for the cover.

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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.”

Equinox stands up and keeps a close eye on Harmony as she climbs up with the help of the ring ropes. She spins around and tries for a half hearted clothesline attempt that Equinox ducks under. Once behind Jessica, Equinox scoops her up with a full nelson and slams her down to a seated position with a full nelson slam. Equinox rolls backwards and pops to his feet before hitting her with a stiff kick to the back of the head that knocks her over onto her stomach. Equinox scurries over to her and hops over her, rolling her into a pinning situation with a la magistral cradle! The referee freezes for a moment before sliding into the proper position to count down Jessica’s shoulders.

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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.”

Equinox marches towards Harmony and reaches over the top rope, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her back up to her feet. She catches him off guard and reaches up, pulling him down by the back of his head and forcing his throat down onto the top rope! Equinox staggers backwards while clutching his neck as Harmony climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Equinox spins around towards her and is instantly dropped by a flying high cross body block! Harmony stuck to Equinox but he kicked out of the pin attempt, pressing the much lighter opponent off of him before the ref could even reach the canvass. Both competitors make it to their feet and Equinox is snapped back down with a spear. Harmony latches onto Equinox as he makes it to his knees with a front face lock and spikes him back down with a DDT. She rolls him over and hooks a leg for a pin attempt.

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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!”

Harmony drags Equinox up to his feet and tries to lift him up for a vertical suplex but the weight differential seems to be a bit too much. She moves closer to the ring and tries again, this time getting just high enough for his feet to clear the ring ropes. She brings him down, allowing his legs to bounce off of the ropes to aid her, and finishes off the the suplex attempt. She floats over and grabs both of Equinox’s legs looking for a submission. Equinox wiggles loose and manages to push Harmony backwards and to the mat. Both get to their feet simultaneously and Equinox jumps in the air, grabbing Harmony with a front face lock. She manages to get both of her hands on his hips and counters the jumping DDT by tossing Equinox over the top rope. He lands with both feet on the apron and leans back while holding onto the top rope. Harmony pushes forward but Equinox spits a red mist into her eyes! Instantly she drops down to one knee and begins to dig at her eyes as the she screams in agony. Equinox leaps to the top rope while twisting his body and bounces off towards Harmony hitting the springboard 720 DDT! He crawls to his downed opponent and hooks a leg for the cover.

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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.”

Equinox glares at the referee before dragging Harmony over to one of the corners. He lifts her up and sits her down onto the top turnbuckle and reaches up, smacking her on the side of her face with an open palm. He takes a few steps back before charging forward towards her. Harmony gets a foot up into Equinox’s face before he could amount any further offense. He staggers back as she perches herself on the top turnbuckle. Harmony leaps off and plants a missile dropkick right to the chest of Equinox as he turns back towards her. He bounces off of the canvass and pops right back to his feet. Harmony securely grabs Equinox by his waist and drops him on his neck with a surprising bridging german duplex! The ref slides in to count Equinox down.

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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.”

Harmony lifts herself up moments before Equinox gets to his feet. She tries to plant a boot to is midsection but he catches her boot. He spins her around and lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. She allow her momentum to send her over his head and lands on her feet behind him. She runs at the ropes and rebounds, charging directly towards Equinox. He spins around in time to throw up a hailmary super kick. Harmony slides underneath the kick with a baseball slide, jumps back up, and hits Equinox with her Harmony’s Design roundhouse kick! Equinox drops down and lands with half of his body laying under the ring ropes. She grabs Equinox by an arm and a leg and drags him from the ring ropes towards the center of the ring before dropping down onto him and hooking a leg.

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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…”

Harmony freezes in a kneeling position with a look of disbelief. She pounds the canvass with both hands before standing to her feet. She stalks Equinox as he tugs on the ring ropes to get to his feet. He turns around and is kicked in the gut, doubling him over. Harmony grabs him by the back of the head and tries to drive him down with a sit out face buster but Equinox shoves her backwards. She rolls through and jumps up to her feet. Equinox circles behind her and pulls her down with a double knee back breaker! She fights the pain an makes it to all fours but never sees Equinox running at her with full steam. He jumps up and crashes down onto the back of her head with a running double foot stomp that he calls Jokers Revolution. He quickly turns to the nearest corner and in the blink of an eye is soaring off of the top rope, twisting his body 630 degrees in mid air before crushing Harmony with a swanton bomb! He hooks her lifeless leg and the ref counts.

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Equinox sits up as “Duality” by Slipknot echoes throughout the venue.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…by pinfall…EQUINOX!!”

The camera crew gets a shot of the referee raising Equinox’s hand in victory before cutting to the announce team.

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!”

As the cameras cut to the backstage area, you see Jason Cashe hurrying towards The House Locker Room. It even has a nifty sign on the door that says so and he waves the camera to follow him inside. He announces himself as he enters to a room full of House members.

CASHE: “Sorry I’m late…wait, am I late? Ya’ll didn’t start without me did you?!”

Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood are sitting in two folding chairs, Jace with his elbows up on his knees as he leans forward slouching. Cashe quickly nods to them both as Tidus Howe comes up to him with a stern look.

HOWE: “No but we’re about to begin. Take a seat will you? If I could get everyone’s attention..”

Grabbing an empty seat on the bench, Cashe looks over to see Stefan Raab squatting down almost against the far wall. His head lists up to hear what Tidus has to say but he remains squatted away from the little circle of members with Tidus Howe standing in their center.

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.”

Pushing to his feet, Stefan Raab lets out a deep sigh as he begins walking past the other members of The House like he’s heading for the door. Tidus hooks his arm to stop him and Raab cuts a glance back to Tidus.

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?”

A short breath of laughter comes out as he looks past Tidus and over at Cashe who is staring right back at him.

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–“

Ripping his arm free of Tidus’ grip, Raab’s face fills with rage. A shade of red covers his cheeks as he stares at Tidus Howe will evil intent. He holds back and lets out a smirk as he back at the door ready to leave.

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..”

Turning, Stefan Raab reaches for the Locker Room doorknob and pulls the door open. He stops and looks back around the room at each member of The House before he steps out and pulls the door shut behind him. It takes a moment but Tidus Howe turns to those remaining to lift their spirits.

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!!!”

Leaping up, Cashe latches onto Howe’s back for a piggyback celebration over his pep talk. NewGen stand up as they all begin to get pumped for their upcoming matches with more than just Championships on the line. The scene fades and heads back to ringside.

“Make Things Right” by The Lacs is playing over the sound system as “The Psycho” Dustin James Holt is standing inside the ring. He is dressed in a grey wife beater tucked inside black jeans and skechers sport shoes. The crowd is split down the middle as half of the fans are cheering for him while the other half is booing him. His expression doesn’t change as he lifts the microphone up to his lips.

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.”

Dustin takes a few moments to catch his breath while letting the live audience voice their opinions. He steps through the ring ropes and stands on the ring apron as he continues.

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.”

Dustin re-enters the ring and leans against the ring ropes.

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!!!”

“Make Things Right” strikes back up as Dustin throws the mic back towards the ringside area. He steps up onto the nearest turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. He hops off the turnbuckle, rolls out of the ring and heads toward the backstage area.

The scene cuts backstage, where Perry Wallace stands talking with a road agent. From behind him, a beautiful young lady walks up, tapping him on the shoulder.

LADY: ”Mr. Wallace, I need your signature. This is for the building lease.”

Perry continues his conversation, barely paying attention to the young lady, as he grabs the clipboard, and signs the piece of paper. He hands the clipboard back to the young lady, without even making eye contact with her. It hits him what he’s just done, and stops mid-sentence.

Perry: ”Wait, what? Realty papers? I thought we finalized that weeks ago. Hey…”

Perry turns around, but, the young lady is nowhere to be found. He shrugs it off and continues his conversation, as the scene cuts.

Crystal and Christian Taylor are walking the backstage area as they come across Jenifer Holt standing by the Pepsi vending machine. Crystal walks up to the side Jenifer as Christian comes up behind her. Crystal tries to distract Jenifer when a voice rings out.

HOLT: ”Back away from her slowly and you won’t get hurt.”

Christian cocks his head to the side as Jenifer grabs Crystal by her hair and slams her face first into the vending machine. Crystal falls to the ground holding her face as Jenifer continues to pound Crystal’s head into the concrete. Christian, not heeding the warning, grabs Jenifer by the hair and lifts her up to her feet.

HOLT: ”Did I fucking stutter? I said back away from her slowly but do you listen no.

Christian looks at Jenifer who openly spits in his face. Christian lets her go as he tries to wipe his eyes. Jenifer ducks out of the way as Dustin James Holt clotheslines Christian down to the ground. Christian springs back up to his feet as Dustin blocks several rights and lefts. He starts getting frustrated as Dustin clobbers him with a strong right hand. He picks Christian up by his shirt and throws him into the brick wall. While keeping a tight grip on the shirt, Dustin places Christian in a front facelock before dropping him face first into the concrete. Dustin looks over at his wife and nods his head. In a tandem both Jenifer and Dustin lift Christian and Crystal off the concrete floor. Sick smiles come across their faces as they in one fluid motion drop them with DKO’s. Dustin then places a Jason card on the back of Christian.

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.

Dustin and Jenifer chuckle under their breaths before leaving the scene as medical personnel come to check on them.

UNDERCARD
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!!!”

“The Unforgiven” by Metallica begins to play over the theatre as Brandy Danielle walks out from the back and straight down to the ring. She slides in underneath the bottom rope and walks to her corner as the music slowly dies down…

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!!!”

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

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.”

The ref stands in the center of the ring and looks to each opponent for a nod. He then raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

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.”

Brandy lifts Raven up from the canvas and positions herself behind her. She then pulls Raven’s head back and wraps her arm around it before dropping her to the mat with a reverse DDT. Brandy then gets up and runs to the corner, ascending the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she waits for Raven to get to her feet. Raven slowly gets up and turns around just as Brandy leaps from the top rope. Brandy lands on Raven’s shoulders with her legs around her head and flips back, pulling Brandy up and over with a hurricanarana. Brandy remains on top of Raven with her legs hooked as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TW…

JOHNSON: ”KICKOUT!!!”

Raven kicks out from the pin as Raven wastes no time and stands to her feet. Brandy then picks Raven up from the mat but as she stands, Raven swats her hands away. Raven then grabs a handful of hair and lifts Brandy off her feet and tosses her across the ring. Brandy gets up in a furious rage and charges at Raven. The two then stand off and slap each other, back and forth, before Raven grabs another handful of hair and tosses her across the ring. As Brandy rolls and comes to a stop, Raven then runs at her and hits her with a sliding dropkick to the top of the head. Raven the jerks Brandy to her feet by her hair and throws her to the corner. Quickly following suit, Raven runs behind her. As Brandy gets to the corner, she vaults herself up with her hands on the top ropes and pushes herself up and over Raven who crashes into the corner. Brandy quickly turns Raven around and kicks her in the stomach and then gets her in position for a DDT. Brandy then steps towards the corner, up to the middle rope and spins around, bringing Raven around and planting her head into the canvas with a DDT.

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.”

Raven rolls across the ring, not far from the ropes. Brandy gets to her feet and walks over to her, grabbing her feet and pulling her back a few feet away from the ropes. Brandy then grabs both of her legs and goes to set up a sharpshooter but Raven throws up a boot and kicks Brandy square in the mouth. Brandy goes back a few steps, giving Raven time to get to her feet. Raven then charges at Brandy but missies as she hops over her head. Raven runs to the ropes and hits the,. Bouncing back, she runs at Brandy who drops to her stomach. Raven runs over her and hits the opposite ropes. This time when Raven bounces back and runs at Brandy, she gets surprised as Brandy jumps in the air and wraps her legs around her head again, this time flipping her over to the canvas with a frankensteiner. Raven flips to the other side of the ring before slamming against the canvas. Brandy quickly pops up to her feet and rushes to Raven, kicking her while she’s down. She then lifts Raven to her feet and drives her head into the mat with a DDT. Ravan’s body rolls over and Brandy quickly covers for the pin as the ref drops for the count…

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Brandy gets up as the frustration becomes apparent on her face. She then grabs Raven and pulls her up as well. Out of nowhere, Raven open hand slaps Brandy across the cheek as the stinging sound cuts through the noise of the crowd. Brandy spins around from the slap and holds her cheek as it begins to turn bright red. Raven then steps forward and open hand slaps Brandy’s rear with another stinging shot that cuts through the sounds of the theatre. Raven then turns Brandy around only to have a slap thrown her way. Raven ducks the slap and takes Brandy to the mat with a small package and sets her up for the pin as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”OOHHH, KICKOUT!!!”

VASSA: ”That was a close call for Brandy.”

Raven rolls off of Brandy and gets to her feet. Brandy gets up in a fit and rushes at Raven, attacking her with slaps across the chest. Raven tries to fend them off but the few that connect, take their toll. Raven then lunges forward with a clothesline but Brandy ducks and hits the ropes. When Brandy bounces back, she comes at Raven with a running superkick…

JOHNSON: ”Brandy with the Phack Off!!!”

VASSA: ”The what?”

Raven ducks side steps the superkick and grabs Brandy’s leg, sweeping out the other in one fluid motion. Raven then hooks Brandy’s legs and turns her over, locking in a Texas Cloverleaf. While applying the pressure, Raven drives her knee into the back of Brandy’s neck.

JOHNSON: ”The Walls Of Justice! This could be it!”

VASSA: ”She’s fighting it but I think Raven has that move locked in tight!”

Raven continues to apply the pressure as Brandy tries to break free. A few moments pass until Brandy can’t take anymore and begins to slap the mat as the ref signals for the bell.

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!!!”

Raven stands in the center of the ring as the ref raises her arm in the air.

JOHNSON: ”That’s our opening match for tonight folks. Lets go backstage for a moment as we clear the ring.”

The scene opens backstage from the Jubilee Theater parking lot, where we now see a large group of 4CW fans waiting/walking/dancing around the area while chanting very loudly. However, it doesn’t take long before The Crowd’s infectious chant catches on with the 10,000 fans who are watching them from inside the Theater as well.

♫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?”

The noise from the chanting is almost deafening at this point.

VASSA: ”They’re coming Steve…”

JOHNSON: ”Who Vinny, Who is suppose to be coming?”

VASSA: ”WE DEM BOYZ!”

The startling news from Vinny begins to send Steve into a frenzy as well.

JOHNSON: ”Hell! Why you didn’t say so sooner? Hold Up, Hold Up”

UNDERCARD
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!!!”

“I’m Just Sayin'” by Karmin begins to play over the building as Jake Wakefield walks out from the back and heads towards the ring. Once at ringside, he rolls in underneath the bottom rope and stands to his feet, walking to the center of the ring. The fans boo him as he soaks it in and walks to his corner to wait for his opponent.

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!!!”

”B-B-B-B-BONFIRE!”

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

JOHNSON: ”Travis 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!”

DING!!! DING!!!

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!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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 is in a state of shock. In his squinty, rage-filled eyes, he’s just been robbed the opportunity to knock the smug right out of Travis Black’s blossoming career and put the first dark smudge on his record. He’s understandably pissed. As Travis’s theme song plays fanfare to him celebrating on the top rope, Wakefield snaps. He runs up behind The Party Crasher and grabs his leg dumping him over the to rope to the floor. On the way down Travis manages to grab a rope, slowing the fall and righting himself in the air for a sloppy landing on the ringside floor.

WAKEFIELD: “You fucking CUNT. Do you know who I am?! I AM JAKE WAKEFIELD!”

In hot pursuit, hulking Wakefield hurtles up the ramp like a squad car on a perp after Black who looks around desperately for an escape plan. Black’s knowledge of the backstage area has already proved atrocious tonight and it’s likely one of Kandi’s crew will jump him if he disappears into the locker room area so he quickly tots up some alternatives in his head. By the entrance curtains he spots a thirty foot high connecting strut with a ladder for the overhead rafters and speeds up it like a rat up a drainpipe. The heavier Wakefield follows up after him slower, but his furious determination powers his every rung up.

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.”

Travis sprints the length of the gantry to put as much distance between himself and Wakefield but Wakefield is up now too and quickly closing the distance. At the opposite end of the rafters, Travis realises a rather critical oversight in his plan. He’s trapped thirty feet high above solid concrete, a wrestling ring, announce tables and people. Red faced and steaming pounding a clenched fist into his cupped hand, with each step Wakefield takes valuable seconds off of Black’s planning time.

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 takes one last look down over the guard rail, mentally weighing up the chances of surviving a drop from this height. No chance. Swallowing down the fist sized lump in his throat, he turns and raises up his guard ready to take on Wakefield.

BLACK: ”Alright, you wanna do this the hard way? Bring it on.”

Wakefield lunges with a swinging right hook that sails over Black’s head as he ducks underneath it, charging inside of Wakefield’s guard and unleashing a series of rapid right hands to the stomach. Wakefield tries to cover up, allowing Black to wrap an arm around Wakefield’s head and rip through his chest with a flurry of knee strikes knocking the phlegm right out of him. On the eighth blow or so, Wakefield lunges and hooks his arm under the leg for leverage to pull Travis right off his vertical position, staggering forward a few steps and planting him straight into the catwalk with a nasty thud.

VASSA: ”Jesus Christ. Jake almost brought that whole thing crashing down on our heads.”

Wakefield pushes to his feet and looks down at Travis, dazed and motionless after being pretty much spinebustered onto solid steel. Wringing his hands together with glee, Wakefield grabs two thick handfuls of Travis’s hair and yanks him to his feet. Black doesn’t have a clue what’s going on until he finds himself being forced over the rail by Wakefield.

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!”

Wakefield grabs the leg of Travis and tips him over the rail to his doom. A collective horrified grasp escapes the audiences lips.

JOHNSON: ”NO NO NO DON’T”

Triumphant and with his honor restored, Wakefield throws two arms of celebration in the air.

VASSA: ”What the Hell is wrong with you Wakefield-I-what the Hell?!”

Wakefield’s party is cut short when he’s taken off his feet and dumped over the rail. Falling headfirst to the ring below, he doesn’t see Travis as he falls and realizes all too late that his celebration was premature. Black watches from where Wakefield just stood with manic glee, Wakefield’s own screams of terror drowned out by the audiences until Wakefield hits the mat with a crunch as loud as a firework. The blood curdling snap cuts Black’s adrenaline right off, causing the grin to vanish into a now blank expression.

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?”

EMT’s rush into the ring from all angles surrounding Wakefield to slip a stretcher underneath him. Mercifully Wakefield still breathes but his chest only faintly rises. The EMT’s slide Wakefield’s body out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and onto a rolling cart where he’s immediately rushed up the entrance ramp.

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.”

For the first time in twenty three years, Travis Black is without a smile. Despite all the negative feelings and the hatred for Jake Wakefield’s look and arrogance, despite the fact that Jake Wakefield instigated all this and attempted to murder Travis first, a deep darkness swallows up his insides. He stares at his own hands as if they were soaked in blood, the architect of Wakefield’s execution. Although the microphones can’t pick up his voice, it’s clear to see from his lips the four words he’s repeating to himself over and over.

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…”

Gabriel Hartman is standing near the dressing room area of the Jubilee Theatre as he is preparing to get an interview with one of the newest tag teams to have inked a contract with 4 Corners Wrestling.

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.”

The dressing room door opens as a beautiful woman walks out. Gabriel stops her before she heads toward the bathroom.

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.”

Amy runs off in a hurry as Gabriel is left scratching his head. He shakes it off when as the door opens again and a middle age man dressed in a business suit walks out. Gabriel wonders if he will get any answers about the new team known only as the All Stars.

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.”

The Coach shakes Gabriel’s hand before walking off toward the concession stand. Gabriel lightly knocks on the dressing room door as Felecia Darling opens it while wearing top showing her cleavage. Gabriel stands there like a deer in headlights. Felecia playfully shakes her head as she asks him.

DARLING: ”Can I help you?”

HARTMAN: ”Hubba Hubba”

Felecia giggles a little as Adam Grant walks up behind her. He cocks his eyebrow up as Felecia steps to the side.

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?”

Aiden Scott joins Adam at the door and leans close to Adam’s ear.

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.”

Adam glances back towards Gabriel and begins to answer his questions with Aiden jumping in every once in a while.

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.”

Amy walks back into the dressing room as she and Felecia give Gabriel a kiss on both of his cheeks. His face goes flush as the All Stars pat him on the back while walking out of the shot. The scene slowly begins to fade as Gabriel pulls out a cigarette with a smile on his face.

The camera cut to a blank screen as it begins to flicker with static. Suddenly, the screen fills with a message…

“WE’RE HERE…”

The screen flickers a few more times before going blank once more…

UNDERCARD
ARM WRESTLING MATCH
JACINTA PEREZ VS. KANDI WASHINGTON

POWERS: “The Following contest is an Arm Wrestling Contest! Introducing first..”

“Dude Looks Like a Lady” by: Aerosmith plays over the p.a. system this live Las Vegas’ crowd rise to their feet and begin booing as well as chanting “whore” loudly enough for everybody in the Jubilee theater can hear it. The black entrance curtains swing open and Kandi Washington slowly struts out to the top of the ramp. She pauses at the top of the ramp and kicks her feet back as she tosses her hair behind her shoulders, wiggling it freely. She raises her nose at the booing fans and starts strutting down the ramp with one hand on her hip and the other down at her side. She makes her way down the ramp.

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!”

“Bossy” begins to play through the building’s PA System and the fans show a mixture of responses as Jacinta struts out from the back to a roar of cheers. Young Mannie comes out behind her, hugging her from behind with one arm as she poses center stage.

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.”

Jacinta steps towards the ring, heading down the entrance ramp as the crowd begins to rise in noise over the theme music. Boos and cheers with the whole place undecided on just who to go for. At ringside, Jacinta turns to the steel stairs as Mannie heads around the opposite side of the ring. Their eyes stuck on Kandi inside the ring. The referee is setting up the podium where they will do Arm Battle.

VASSA: “They should do this naked, we’re on HBO right? Whaat? It could happen..Does happen in my dreams!”

Jacinta climbs the stairs and walks alongside the ring apron. The two females burn glares at each other as Jacinta dips under the middle rope and enters the ring. The referee stands in between the two trying to keep things professional for the upcoming contest.

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!”

As the two women stand in front of each other with only the podium between them, the referee lifts a microphone to his mouth to keep things clean.

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 reaches and snatches the arm of the Referee, bringing the mic over to her so he can hold it as she becomes vocal.

KANDI: “I will rui–“

The referee rips away and takes the mic out from near Kandi’s mouth. She gives him a look of disgust as she grips tightly with Jacinta’s hand. The referee checks them both and their posture. Stepping back he beans a little getting eye level with their gripped hands.

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!”

The whistle blares and the women jerk their bodies as they put all they’ve got into their arms. Kandi smiles with a grunt as she is sure she will take the win but Jacinta blankly looks at Kandi, letting her believe she has a chance. The moment Kandi sees this in Jacinta, Kandi gets her hand slammed hard against the podium. Fans erupt with cheers, Kandi Washington has lost. Grabbing her arm in pain as the referee again blows the whistle. Jacinta throws her arms in the air to celebrate as Young Mannie ducks down and pulls two CIROC Vodka bottles out from under the ring. He slides in under the bottom ropes with the bottles as Mike Powers makes the official Announcement.

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!”

As Mannie pops the bottles open, some vodka spills out and he sips the excess. Jacinta hugs Mannie as Kandi Washington looks at them with evil in her glare. She rushes across the ring and spins around looking for her “Kandi Kaned” Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head. Mannie shoves Jacinta away and catches the incoming kick. Jacinta falls into the ropes, keeping hold of the CIROC bottle. She sees Kandi hopping around on one leg as Mannie keeps hold of her other and steps forward cold cocking Kandi from the side with a big punch to the face.

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….”

Bleeding she is. As Kandi pushes up onto her hands and knees, she spits out a small puddle of blood and a tooth. Jacinta and Mannie point and laugh at the self Proclaimed “Queen of Wrestling” as Kandi Washington rises to her feet. Jacinta then slams the bottle on Kandi’s forearm, over and over. With each blow, Kandi releases a loud scream but the bottle remains in one piece. Jacinta then winds up and slams it down one last time on Kandi’s forearm. Jacinta hands off the bottle of CIROC to Mannie and grabs a handful of Kandi’s hair, snapping her back onto the canvas again. Mannie steps over and begins pouring his open bottle of CIROC down into Kandi’s face and she gasps and swats at the Vodka.

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?”

Grabbing at a downed and soaked Kandi, Jacinta begins pulling at her ring gear. First the top comes off and Kandi covers herself as the crowd roars with cheers. They begin chanting “TAKE IT OFF” as Jacinta goes for the shorts and Kandi is unable to put up much of a fight as Jacinta wallops her to the face and Kandi pouts and begins to cry with blood rolling out off her bottom lip.

VASSA: “This is better than going to Disneyland!!”

Now down to her skivvies, Kandi curls up to cover herself as Jacinta raises the shorts and swings them around before launching them into the crowd. The referee finally steps in like he’s going to help but decides against helping Kandi and leaves the ring. Nobody comes to Kandi’s aid. Jacinta and Mannie indulge in more laughter at Kandi before leaving the ring and heading to the back.

Hopkins is in his locker room for what is his final preparation going into the next match on board. It was Hopkins against Nathaniel Havok in a rematch. Quiet as a mouse, he had one foot on the steel chair as he tied up his very, very cool Adidas Originals which featured foiled wings. It was in blue and black, representation of the company he was working for. White jeans and a white tanktop, his body expression seemed ready to go.

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 switches as his right foot was now up on the chair.

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 laughs to himself.

HOPKINS: “Boy got issues. Real issues. He just doesn’t know…”

???: “You right about that, he doesn’t know!”

Hearing a voice, a very, very familiar voice, Hopkins takes his foot down from out of the chair as he spins around towards the door to see none other than his partner, his “brother”, Anthony Bailey at the door, showing off that smile of his. Hopkins quickly rushed over to give his buddy a handshake, a custom handshake they made up on the stomping grounds of APW.

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 laughs as Hopkins finishes tying up that right shoe.

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 looks at the watch on his left wrist.

BAILEY: “Well, I’ll see you out there, man.”

HOPKINS: “For sure. TDB!”

BAILEY: ”Forever!”

Bailey responds on his way out as Hopkins holds a smile on his face, head nodding as he grabs his bottle of water. He walks towards the door and exits.

UNDERCARD
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!!!”

“Unsettling Differences” hits on the PA system, accompanied by the mixed emotions of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance. He throws his arms in the air as the lighting flickers off around him, before walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, he looks calculated, but, most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully off the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out.

VASSA: ”This is another match that I have been looking forward to all night.”

“Ready or Not” begins to play over the theatre. Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out at a ryhtmic pace with the music as he begins to “feel the vibe” of the crowd. He does a slow spin-around as the fans greet him with cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. Slapping hands and blowing kisses to the females in attendance.

POWERS: ”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!!!”

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

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.”

The ref stands in the center of the ring and checks with each wrestler for a nod indicating that they are ready. He then raises his arm in the air and signals for the bell…

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.”

Jair quickly gets up as Havok rolls to his stomach again, pushing himself up. Once standing, Jair is on the attack again with another backhand chop. This time, Havok catches his arm and pulls him in, wrapping him up and slamming him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. The two quickly get to their feet. As they do, Havok goes on the assault and comes at Jair with a flurry of kicks and punches. Havok hits him with a hard right punch, followed by a stinging left kick to the shin. Havok then fakes a left punch and when Jair takes the bait, Havok hits him in the side with a spinning heel kick. Knocking Jair down to one knee, Havok leaps forward, grabbing Jair’sead and slamming it into the mat on his way down. Havok then mounts himself on top of Jair and throws a few punches but none connect as they get blocked one after the other. Jair then grabs Havok by the shoulders and rolls back, flipping Havok off of him. The two quickly get to their feet and stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring.

VASSA: ”I would say that these two know each other a little too well.”

JOHNSON: ”I think you may be right, Vinny.”

The two circle each other in the center of the ring again. As before, Havok makes the first move and reaches for Jair only to get a kick to the stomach. As Havok leans forward, Jair hooks his arm around his ehad and lifts him in the air slightly before driving his head into the canvas with an implant DDT. Jair rushes to his feet as Havok lays on the mat. He quickly approaches the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. With his back turned to Havok, he glances back to make sure he’s still down before looking over the crowd. Jair then does a backflip from the top rope and connects with a moonsault on Havok, followed with a pin. The ref quickly drops down for the count…

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.”

While Jair continues to hold Havok with the sleeper hold, Havok manages to push himself up and slowly starts to get to his feet. Jair keeps the hold in place but stands up with him. Havok’s face starts to turn purple but he refuses to give up and fights to stand completely up. He then reaches behind her head with both hands and grabs ahold of Jair and flips him over his shoulder, throwing him down to the mat. Havok then stomps on Jair while he’s down at his feet. Trying to get up, Hopkins rolls away but Havok keeps at it, stomp after stomp. Havok then grabs him by the head and pulls Jair to his feet. Havok then locks Jair in a headlock in the center of the ring. He then jumps in the air with the hold still around Jair’s head, driving it into the canvas on the way down. Havok doesn’t let the hold go and keeps Jair locked in the hold. He then stands up, pulling Jair up as well, still in the headlock. Havok then knees Jair in the stomach and wraps his arms around his waist. With Jair bent over, Havok lifts him in the air and slams him down to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb.

JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to do it…”

VASSA: ”Havok just picked Jair up and powerbombed him to the canvas like a ragdoll.”

Havok then runs to the ropes and comes back, dropping a brutal leg drop across the throat of Jair. He then rolls over and covers as the ref drops down for the count…

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.”

Minutes pass as Jair remains in control of the match. Jair has Havok in a headlock in the center of the ring. He then runs to the ropes, dragging Havok along. Jair steps to the middle rope, pushes off and spins both around and flies towards the center of the ring. With Havok still locked in position, he drives his head into the canvas with a springboard bulldog. Jair then gets up and quickly looks to the corner before running to it and ascending. Once at the top, Jair waits for Havok to get to his feet, keying in for the opportune moment to strike. Once Havok stands up and turns towards him, he leaps from the top rope and land son Havok’s shoulders. Jair goes for the hurricanarana but Havok wraps his arms around his legs and prevents him from flipping him over. Havok then sets him up and drops Jair to the mat with a package piledriver…

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.”

With Hopkins laid out, Havok rolls over on top of him for the pin as the ref drops 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.”

The ref signals for the bell as Havok stands to his feet.

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

The ref then raises Havok’s arm in the air.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall… NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

As “Unsettling Differences” plays throughout the theatre, Nathaniel Havok looks around with a sick grin on his face, pleased at what he’s just done. As Jair Hopkins begins to get up and walk away, Nathaniel Havok stops him from exiting the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Come on, Havok! He’s had enough!”

Havok looks as if he’s about to give Jair another beating. Jair can barely stand to his feet, but is ready to fight once again. Havok grabs Jair by the wrist, and raises his foes hand high in the air, much to the delight of the crowd.

VASSA: ”WHAT!?!? What in the hell is this?”

Jair exits the ring, appreciating the expression of respect by the Enforcer of Sorrow. On the opposite side of the ring, Nathaniel exits the ring, grabbing a microphone, and then rolling back in. When he gets to his feet, he pulls some paper out of his tights, as his music fades out.

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.”

Nathaniel pauses for a moment, awaiting the arrival of Perry Wallace.

HAVOK: ”Come on, boss! I don’t have all night, now!”

Out from the back with his personal bodyguard, comes one half of the 4CW owners, Perry Wallace. He slowly walks down the ramp, climbing up the stairs and getting into the ring. As his bodyguard attempts to get into the ring, Nathaniel stops him.

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.”

Perry nods at his personal security, as his bodyguard faces the ramp, waiting for someone to try something stupid.

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.”

Nathaniel holds up the papers in his hand.

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.”

Nathaniel hands the copy over to Perry, who quickly skims it over. Perry’s eyes get big, as he sees what he had earlier signed. He looks at Nathaniel, who has another sick smile on his face.

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?”

All of the sudden, Nathaniel kicks Perry in the gut, and hits him with a thunderous Package Piledriver. Perry’s personal secutiry notices what’s going on, and tries to slide into the ring. By the time he gets in the ring, it’s too late. Nathaniel grabs his microphone once again, slides out of the ring, and bolts up to the top of the ramp. As the bodyguard checks on Perry, Nathaniel stands at the top of the ramp, with that same sick grin on his face.

HAVOK: ”Because one way or another, I will get what I want! One way or another, I will get the power!”

“Unsettling Differences” begins to play, as Nathaniel stands at the top of the ramp, looking back at the ring, satisfied with what he’s done to the boss.

VASSA: ”Nathaniel Havok is a genius! He’s a damn genius!”

JOHNSON: ”We need medical personnel down here for Perry, now!”

The camera cut to a blank screen as it begins to flicker with static. Suddenly, the screen fills with a message…

“WE’RE HERE…”

The screen flickers a few more times before going blank once more…

UNDERCARD
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!!!”

Monster by Skillet plays over the sound system as Stefan Raab comes out through the curtain. He’s wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers and black gloves on both of his hands. He wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in between the ropes. He crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while waiting for the match to start.

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!!!”

As the lights dim throughout the theatre, orangestrobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva blares through the theatre. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

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!”

The ref checks in with each wrestler to get a nod. He then raises his hand in the air and signals for the bell…

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.”

Raab quickly rushes at Borderland without hesitation. As he approaches, Borderland grabs ahold of Raab and flips him over, taking him to the mat with a powerslam. Borderland then gets to his feet and stomps on Raab’s lower body as he gets up as well. Raab gets to one knee but Borderland stops him with a hard right to the back of the head. Borderland then drives his knee into Raab’s chest. Raab remains on one knee so Borderland delivers another knee to the chest. Still on one knee, Raab refuses to go down. Borderland then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it forward as he drives his knee upward into Raab’s face. Raab’s body falls backwards to the mat as Borderland follows through with the knee and takes a few steps over him. Borderland then runs to the ropes, bounces back and drops a quick elbow to Raab’s chest.

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.”

Borderland gets back up to his feet and brings Raab up as well. Standing to the side of Raab, Borderland sets him up and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Borderland then gets back to his feet and grabs Raab’s left leg. He holds it up for a moment and then drops an elbow right across the side of the knee. Raab slams his fists to the canvas as the pain shoots through his body. Borderland gets back up and lifts the same leg in the air and repeats, dropping another elbow across the side of that left knee. Raab slams his fists to the canvas again as he releases a loud yell that cuts through the noises of the crowd. Borderland then gets to his feet and looks down at Raab with a disgusted look on his face.

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!”

Borderland pulls Raab to his feet. As Raab is bent over, Borderland holds on to his head with one hand and raises his other arm in the air. Just before he brings a striking elbow down, Raab pops up and catches Borderland with a vicious uppercut. Borderland goes back a step and Raab quickly moves in and wraps his arms around his waist. Raab lifts Borderland in the air and drops him with a powerful spinebuster that makes the ring rumble. Raab then crawls on top of Borderland and locks in an arm bar and applies the pressure. Borderland stars squirming as Raab cranks down on his arm. The ref drops down to the mat, face to face with Borderland to check for the words…

VASSA: ”This could be it! Raab has locked in the first submission for this match.”

Borderland refuses to say the words as Raab pulls on his arm. A few moments pass and still no words from Borderland. Raab then releases the hold and rolls over to climb to his feet. Raab grabs Borderland by the head and pulls him to his feet and then grabs ahold of the arm he just had locked. Raab pulls Borderland in closer and drives his shoulder into his. Borderland yells as Raab drives his shoulder into his. Raab then pushes Borderlands back but pulls him in again, driving his shoulder into his. Again, Borderland lets out a grunt. Raab then wraps his arm in a chickenwing position and lifts Borderland in the air, driving him backwards with a belly to back suplex variation. Borderland’s head slams into the canvas as his body rolls over. Raab slowly gets to his feet as the pumping adrenaline becomes obvious in Raab’s twitches. He walks around the ring, favoring that left leg.

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.”

Minutes pass as Raab remains in control of the match. Back to his feet, Borderland rests in the corner with Raab standing in front of him. Raab attacks with a combination of knees to Borderland’s midsection. He then lifts Borderland up to sit on the top of the turnbuckle. Raab ascends and climbs over Borderland. Standing on the top rope with Shane beneath him, Raab draws his arm back into the air. Just as he swings down, Borderland grabs Raab by the back of the head and pushes him off the top rope. Borderland jumps down with him and as they land, pulls Raab’s chin down to the top of his head. Raab’s head bounces off of Borderland’s as his body pops in the air and he crashes to the canvas. Borderland rests on one knee as he looks up to see Raab fallen across from him. Borderland then gets to his feet and holds his shoulder slightly. He makes his way to Raab and grabs that left leg again. Pulling it into the air, Borderland drops another elbow drop across that left knee. Raab slams his hands to the mat from the pain as Borderland releases the leg and falls to one knee as the elbow drop hurt his shoulder Raab worked on earlier.

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.”

Borderland stands to his feet and looks down at Raab while still holding his shoulder. He then runs to the ropes and comes back, dropping a knee into the left kneecap of Raab’s. He then gets up and grans Raab by the arm and pulls him to his feet. Borderland lifts Raab in the air and throws him to the canvas with a scoop slam. Borderland then runs to the ropes again. Bouncing back, Borderland leaps into the air and comes down with his knees aimed at Raab’s head. Raab rolls out of harms way as Borderland’s knees crash into the mat. Raab then climbs to his feet while Borderland goes down to his stomach. Raab pulls Borderland up from the mat and lifts him into the air, dropping him with a scoop of his own but in the variation of a piledriver. Raab then rolls over Borderland and grabs that arm again, locking it in another arm bar.

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!!!”

Tidus Howe walks out from the back and down to ringside. He stands on the outside of the ring, directly in Raab’s view. Raab takes notice for a second and breaks his concentration. Borderland rips his arm away from Raab and rolls away, quickly getting to his feet. Raab pushes himself up as well but gets attacked by Borderland with clubs to the back. Borderland beats him where he kneels, refusing to let Raab get to his feet. Borderland then grabs Raab’s left leg and drags him to the center of the ring with it. With Raab on his stomach, Borderland lifts Raab’s leg in the air and drives his knee into the canvas. Borderland does it a few more time before pulling Raab to his feet. Borderland then positions himself behind Raab and jumps in the air, grabbing Raab by the shoulders. Borderland then falls back, pulling Raab with him and driving his knees into his back with a backstabber.

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.”

Raab bounces off of Borderland’s knees and flies forward, falling stomach first to the mat. Borderland then slowly gets up with a cocky grin on his face. Borderland then grabs that left leg of Raab’s and bends it at the knee. He interlocks his leg in with Raab’s and then drops down to his knee. Borderland then reaches to Raab’s face and locks his hands together underneath Raabs chin…

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.”

Borderland cranks down on the pressure as Raab fights to break free. Moments pass as Raab yells in pain and reaches out to Howe standing at ringside. Howe just continues to watch, not making a move to help with the situation.

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.”

The moments continue to pass as Raab’s struggle dies down and his face glows bright red. Not letting up, Borderland pulls back on Raab’s head with massive amounts of pressure. The ref keeps checking with Raab to say the words but nothing is said. On the outside, Howe continues to watch. Another minutes passes and Raab goes limp without any more movement. The ref checks in on him to see that he unconscious. He then calls for the bell as there is nothing else to do in this situation.

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.”

“My Time To Shine” by Saliva begins to play over the theatre as Borderland releases the hold and stands to his feet. Howe then slides in the ring. The ref raises Borderland’s arm in the air…

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

Borderland stands in the center of the ring as the ref holds his arm in the air. Howe then walks to his other side and grabs his other arm, raising it in the air as well. They drop their hands and then Borderland and Howe look at one another before shaking hands in the center of the ring.

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.”

The music continues to play over the speakers as Howe and Borderland release hands with smiles on their faces.

JOHNSON: ”This should be interesting. We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while we clear the ring.”

The joyful chatter of Tidus Howe is heard as the cameras switch to the backstage. He’s walking alongside a worn out Shane Borderland who earned his right to be apart of The House.

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!”

As they turn a corner, Howe leads Borderland to The House’s locker room and opens the door, letting Borderland enter before him. The door shuts after they enter and there standing in the center of the room is Jason Cashe. Headphones plugged into each ear, he turns off his MP3 player and pulls the plugs out. His eyes locking on Shane Borderland. An old friend, brother even turned rival. Betrayal, misunderstanding, both of them reacting without thought of rights and wrongs then. Now the experience was gained. The respect, the loyalty somehow still lingered.

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.”

Shane turns to Tidus with shrugged shoulders like it’s not what he was told it would be.

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…”

Laughter erupts in the locker room. All three men stand with huge smiles, Cashe bends forward laughing so hard. Tidus almost uncomfortable, not really knowing just yet what’s happening. His laugh is more filled with confusion until Cashe pops up with a serious look that replaces his smile.

CASHE: “So now I’m the ugly one? Pssh someone needs a second opinion…”

The two of them clap hands together and pull in for a “Bro Hug” as Tidus exhales with huge sigh of relief.

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?”

He looks for confirmation from both Cashe and towards Howe. Cashe smiles nodding yes as Howe frowns shaking his head no. Cashe stiff arms Howe back with an open palm and reaffirms his yes to partying tonight and a few nights in a row after that. They slap shake hands again quickly as Borderlands leave to find a shower and some fresh clothes. Cashe grins and back hands the chest of Tidus nodding with approval of Borderland being back around.

CASHE: “Shits gonna get fun soon!”

His headphone buds again find their way into his ears. The volume increasing and thumping so loud you can hear the words as Cashe goes back to his warm up before his match. Tidus stands there grinning ear to ear at what could become of The House. Tidus startled checks his watch and scrambles to the Television in the locker room. Cashe has his eyes closed as he stretches out.

HOWE: “Time for NewGen to Rise…”

As the television turns on and the ringside area is shown, the view of the camera moves closer to the screen. It comes in close and as it’s apart to crash into the Television, the scene switches over Live to Ringside.

UNDERCARD
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!”

With that the feed cuts to Mike Powers in his DJ Booth. Powers reaches down to the control panel in front of him and preps for his announcements with a microphone readily available in his left hand.

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!!!”

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

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!!!”

“Sweet Victory” by Van Halen hits the p.a. system as the fans rise to their feet and voice their dismay for the champions. Drake Knight and Ice step out from behind the curtain and stand side by side with the tag titles draped over their shoulders.

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!”

Ice and Drake stroll down towards the ring, never taking their determined eyes off of the challengers. Ice and Drake stop about halfway down the entrance ramp. Ice looks over her shoulder and notices a fan dangling a sign over the security railing that reads, “Ice, show us your dick!”. Ice reaches out and grabs the sign from the fan and shreds it into pieces before roaring in the face of the 4CW faithful. Security steps between Ice and the fan to intervene. Drake and Ice revert back to their saunter down to the ringside area. Seperately they climb up onto the ring apron, using the ropes to pull themselves up. They look back towards the backstage area as if expecting for their leader to make a miraculous recovery and join them at ringside.

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!”

Drake Knight and Ice hand their tag team titles over to the referee before Drake steps out onto the apron. The referee walks the titles over to the opposite side of the ring and show them off to the challengers. Hollywood and Savage nod their heads in approval, never taking an eye off of Ice who’s eager and raring to go. The ref hands the belts over to the time keeper and before he could signal for the opening bell Ice is charging full steam ahead towards Jace Savage. Jace side steps last minute, allowing for Ice to crash chest first into the corner, missing wildly with a body splash.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jace drops down and pulls Ice backwards with a school boy rollup for a quick pin attempt!

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JOHNSON: ”Money Spike DDT from Jace Savage to one half of the tag team champions!”

Drake Knight steps down off of the apron and tries to sneak up behind Jace. Brian Hollywood watched with a close eye and maneuvered to the ring apron where all the action was taking place. He charged across the apron and leapt off, jumping over Jace Savage and hit the sneaking Drake Knight with a missile dropkick that sends him back first into the steel steps! Jace looks back with smirk on his face as Hollywood peels himself up off of the mats at ringside. Jace turns his attention back to Ice and rolls her into the ring. He steps up onto the apron and pulls back on the top rope before launching himself up and over with a slingshot front flipping leg drop!

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!”

Hollywood stands to his feet and notices Drake Knight wresting up against the ring apron. Hollywood turns towards him and charges, nailing him with a baseball slide that knocks him back into the nearby security railing. Hollywood returns to his feet in time to notice Ice rising to hers. Hollywood bounces off of the ropes and approaches her from behind. He manages to grab a handful of hair and drives her face first into the canvass with a running bulldog! Hollywood is quick to his feet and he continues the uptempo by moving towards the nearest ropes. He hops up onto the middle ropes and springboards backwards nailing a lionsault across his downed opponent. Hollywood hooks the leg and the ref slides down to the canvass to make the count.

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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!”

Jace sticks to Ice and hooks her leg for the cover.

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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…”

Drake Knight rolls underneath the ring ropes to avoid any further damage as Ice crawls towards one of the corners of the ring. The referee restores order and pushes Hollywood to his corner. Jace locks-in on Ice and marches towards her, grabbing her with a tight Muay Thai clinch in the corner. Jace drives his knee upwards while pushing Ice down, hitting her in the sternum with some stiff knees. He frees up one of his hands and clips Ice with two straight forearm shots that knock her back into the corner. Jace pulls her from the corner and climbs up to the second rope behind her. Jace pushes her out a few steps with a boot between the shoulder blades before leaping off and driving Ice down to the canvass with his Money Pit diving reverse DDT! Jace goes for the cover and hooks the leg.

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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!”

Drake rolls out to the ringside area and Brian Hollywood follows him. Hollywood has Drake reeling, hitting him with right hands that back him up towards the entranceway. Meanwhile in the ring Jace watches as Ice pushes up to all fours. He steps behind her and drops his weight down onto her back while hooking one of his legs in front of her thigh and back around her calf. Jace reaches down and grabs her foot with both hands while pushing on his ankle with his free foot to add pressure. Ice tries to roll through the calf slicer submission but Jace keeps the submission intact. Ice lets out a blood curdling scream as a loud pop explodes from her kneecap! Jace releases the hold even though Ice never submitted. Instantly the referee drops down to check on the condition of Ice and calls for medical staff to come to ringside…As the personnel swarms ringside, Drake Knight flattens Brian Hollywood with a spinning lariat. His attention is drawn to his fallen partner and he sprints back to ringside.

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!”

Drake argues with the referee to allow the match to continue as trainers and the 4CW doctor escort Ice to the backstage area for treatment.

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.”

With his attention drawn to Jace Savage, Brian Hollywood slides into the ring behind Drake Knight and spins him around with by pulling on his shoulder. Drake turns towards Hollywood and is instantly hit with a super kick. Jace timed the exchange and hit Drake Knight with a superman punch as Hollywood’s super kick connected, knocking the big man out cold. Jace drops down onto Drake and hooks the leg as Hollywood orders the ref to count.

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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!”

The referee hands the tag team titles over to Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage before raising their arms above their heads.

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!”

As Drake Knight lays on the ground, and New Gen Rising celebrating their victory. Jace looks over at Drake as Drake is starting to come to. Jace looks down at his title and back at Drake. Drake Knight is almost to his feet when Jace comes flying across the ring and nials Knight in the face with his title. New Gen Rising now stomping the shit out of Drake Knight. Hollywood pulls of and motions for a microphone as Jace keeps laying the boots to Knight.

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 stops stomping on Drake and slides out of the ring. He walks over to the crowd and pushes to people out of their seats. He grabs the chairs and folds them one by one. He picks up each chair and slides one into the ring. Inside the ring Hollywood picks up the chair as Jace slides in with his.

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?!?!”

Hollywood hits Knight in the leg caught inside of the chair. Jace points to Knights head and Hollywood puts the chair around Knights head and closes the chair. New Gen Rising begin to stomp the living shit out of Drake Knight. After a few initial stomps you can hear the leg of Drake Knight breaking.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

Drake Knight is out cold as New Gen Rising mock and laugh at their opponent as they exit the ring with their titles as EMT’s come in to wheel Drake Knight out.

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.”

We fade in from static into an area backstage. Two men are in front of what looks like a hand-held camera. The man on the right, wearing a custom suit, is none other than the Ryan Kidd. The man beside him is an unfamiliar figure but his mountain of a presence is surely not something to miss. Kidd looks to be the one holding the hand-held camera as he smirks to the camera before starting his monologue.

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.”

He takes a small breathe as he composed his thoughts. After a few seconds, he continues.

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.”

He smirks as he takes a little pause. After a couple of seconds, he went on.

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.”

He takes another pause. He looks at the man beside him before looking back at the camera.

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.”

Beastley nodded at the camera.

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.”

He takes another pause as he looks menacingly to the hand-held camera. After a few seconds, he continues.

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.”

He smirks at the camera.

KIDD: “The Young Moderns are coming… 4CW… Welcome to the Modern times.”

With that, he turns off the handheld camera and the scene fades back to static.

The camera cuts to the locker room where New Gen Rising is having a celebration, as New Gen Rising has just become the new tag team champions. Tidus is pouring a round of shots of the finest whiskey, and starts to pass them around. Jason Cashe passes on the shot because he doesn’t drink. Jace, Brian, Tidus and Borderland raise their shot glasses. Cashe raises a Dr. Pepper.

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.”

They all take their shots and set the glasses down. Jace and Hollywood with their titles over their shoulder talk about injuring Drake Knight to the point he will never return to 4CW. Hollywood looks over at Cashe.

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.”

The camera cuts from the back as the next match is about to begin.

HEADLINE
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.”

The beginning of “Another Way” by Alicia Keys and Jack White begins to play over the sound system…

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!!!”

The music continues to play system building anticipation, as Mannie and his Posse emerge to a wave of boos, Mannie and Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain; Mannie and Jacinta are being escorted down the ramp, while being inside of an Old-School Electric Motorized Cart. Next the stage lights die down; as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate. Right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta step out the cart, as he then strides up the steps before entering the ring. Mannie looks to the crowd and makes eye contact with Deion Sanders sitting front row for the show. Mannie then proceeds to remove his sweatsuit.

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!!!”

“Save Me” by Damageplan blasts out through the theatre as the lights all dim. The Red Pioneer comes bolting out from the back, charging toward the ring, where he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He runs over to the far corner and leaps up onto the second turnbuckle where he crosses his arms and nods at the crowd who is roaring their approval for him before dropping back to the mat, he removes the 4CW Extreme Television championship from his waist and stretches before the match starts.

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!”

The ref takes the championship from Pioneer and holds it up in the center of the ring before handing it off to the ringside staff. He then walks to the center of the ring and checks with both wrestlers before raising his arm and signaling for the bell.

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.”

Mannie then grabs Pioneer by the feet and pulls him off the top rope. As his body slides against the barbed wire, Pioneer’s jumpsuit gets torn before detaching from the sharp edges. Pioneer crashes to the canvas, stomach first. Mannie then kicks him a few times while down, working on his lower body. Mannie picks Pioneer up by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet. As Pioneer raises up, he swats Mannie’s hands away and then attacks with knife edge chops and open hand slaps across Mannie’s chest. After a few slaps to the chest, Pioneer throws a few shin kicks, backing Mannie up. Pioneer then draws back and swings with one quick slap but gets stopped as Mannie catches his arm and pulls him in close. Mannie then wraps one arm around Pioneer’s head and flips him over to the mat with a hip toss. Mannie manages to keep his arm locked around Pioneer’s head and locks in a headlock using his body as leverage.

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.”

Mannie keeps the headlock applied for a few moments before letting go and slamming his forearm into Pioneer’s chest. Mannie then gets to his feet and pulls Pioneer up with him. Mannie lifts Pioneer into the air and then drops him with a scoop slam in the center of the ring. Mannie then raises his fist in the air and delays himself for a moment before dropping it down, connecting with a punch to Pioneer’s head. On the mat, Mannie crawls on top of Pioneer and then attacks with MMA style punches and elbows. Pioneer fends them off for the most part before Mannie traps his arms and head butts Pioneer, knocking his back into the canvas. Quick to his feet, Mannie then walks to the ropes and crawls in between the barbed wire to the outside. Noticing a table wrapped in barbed wire, Mannie drags it to the side of the ring against the apron.

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.”

Leaning against the ringside steps, a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire is propped. Mannie walks over to it and picks it up, looking at it in pleasure before cutting his head to the front row where Deion Sanders looks on, amused. Mannie then places it underneath the bottom rope and then slides into the ring. Meanwhile, Pioneer is slowly getting up. He looks over at Mannie who is still on the canvas and rushes at him. Before Mannie can get up, Pioneer hits him in the back of the head with a running dropkick. Pioneer quickly gets up and pulls Mannie up as well. He then knees Mannie in the stomach and hooks his arm and leg before flipping him up and over with a fisherman’s suplex. Pioneer then rolls over and climbs to his feet. He then stomps on Mannie, working in a circle around his body, stomping on any exposed body part he can attack. Pioneer then goes to stomp on Mannie’s chest but gets his foot caught. Mannie then kicks Pioneer’s other leg out from under him and brings him to the canvas.

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?”

Mannie stands to his feet while Pioneer continues to sit there, reaching behind him, trying to pull the chair away from his back. Mannie then grabs the chair with both hands and tears it away from Pioneer’s back, ripping clothing and skin in the process. Cuts cover Pioneer’s back as blood begins to trickle from the wounds. Mannie tosses the chair aside and grabs Pioneer by the back of the head, lifting him to his feet. Mannie looks around the ring for a moment as he holds Pioneer in place. Taking notice where the table is set up outside of the ring, Mannie spins Pioneer around and throws him towards the barbed wire ropes. As Mannie goes to thrust Pioneer forward, Pioneer grabs his arm and swings Mannie around and throws him to the barbed wire ropes. Mannie hits the barbed wire at full speed, connecting with his stomach. Mannie lunges over the ropes and flips over, falling down to the table wrapped in barbed wire. Lying on his back, small cuts cover Mannie’s stomach and chest. Pioneer then runs to the corner and leaps to the top rope. He balances himself for a moment, getting in position and then leaps from the top rope. Pioneer flips in mid-air and comes down on Mannie with a leg drop across the chest.

CRASH!!!

The table snaps in half and the two fall to the floor, Mannie breaking Pioneer’s fall.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

The crowd breaks into chanting…

“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!”

Pioneer rolls off of Mannie, leaving him in the in the mess of shattered table and barbed wire. Mannie lays there, with barbed wire wrapped around him, blood trickling from all over. Pioneer grabs Mannie’s arm and pulls him from the mess. The barbed wire catches Mannie’s singlet, tearing it in the process. Once to his feet, Mannie struggles to stand. Pioneer then knees him in the stomach, forcing him to bend over. He then grabs Mannie by the back of the singlet and throws him towards the steel barricade separating ringside from the fans. Mannie slams into the barricade, head first, and then falls to his stomach as the fans go wild. Pioneer stands over Mannie, taunting, and then looks up at Deion Sanders in the front row. The two stare at each other for a moment before Pioneer turns his attention back to Mannie.

VASSA: ”I’m just surprised that Deion even showed up tonight. I’m going to have to get an autograph after the show.”

Pioneer picks Mannie up off the floor and slaps him across the chest a few times, knocking his back against the barricade. Mannie holds on to the top of the barricade to keep himself from going back down. Pioneer then walks to the broken table and begins to pull the barbed wire from the mess. As he wraps the barbed wire around his arm, Mannie comes from behind and hits him over the back with a double axe handle. Pioneer steps forward but doesn’t go down. Mannie then grabs him by the back of the head and jumpsuit and runs with him, throwing Pioneer head first into the ringside steps. Pioneer crashes through the steps, knocking them over in a big mess. Mannie then grabs the end of the barbed wire wrapped around Pioneer’s arm and begins unwrapping it. Once removed from Pioneer, Mannie wraps it around his first and then climbs over Pioneer’s body. Mannie begins to punch Pioneer in the head over and over with his first as the barbed wire does its damage with each blow. Mannie then wraps the barbed wire around Pioneer’s head and neck and strangles him with it for a moment before ripping it away, tearing half of the mask off in the process.

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.”

Mannie then lifts Pioneer up from the floor and hits him with a few stiff strikes to the face and chest. Failing to fall down, Pioneer remains on his feet but in a blood mess as the damage is revealed on his face. Mannie then grabs Pioneer by the arm and throws him to the ring post at the other corner. Pioneer reverses and manages to turn Mannie around and throws him instead. Mannie runs with no control and slams into the ring post with his head…

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.”

Mannie removes the barbed wire from his arm and tosses it aside. He then lifts Pioneer from the floor and rolls him into the ring. Mannie follows suit and slides in underneath the bottom barbed wire rope. Once inside of the ring, Mannie gets up while Pioneer lays there in a bloody mess. Mannie turns his attention to the chair wrapped in barbed wire and moves towards it. He picks it up from the canvas and holds it in his hand. Just as he turns around, Pioneer is there with another assault. Pioneer kicks Mannie with a few shin kicks and then swings for his face with an open right hand. Mannie holds the chair up at the last second and blocks…

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…”

Pioneer hits the barbed wire ropes with his back and bounces off to gain momentum…

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!”

Before Pioneer can get more than a step away from the ropes, his jumpsuit gets snagged on the barbs. Stopping in his tracks, Pioneer can’t move any further and turns reaches behind him to rip himself away.

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!!!”

Mannie then walks closer to Pioneer who doesn’t attempt to defend himself. Mannie then grabs what’s left of the mask and rips it from his face and holds it in the air. With his other hand, he points over at Deion Sanders and the two nod. Mannie then drops the rest of the mask and pulls Pioneer away from the barbed wire, ripping the back of his jumpsuit into shreds. Mannie walks Pioneer to the center of the ring and stands over the chair. He then lifts Pioneer into the air vertically and holds him up for a moment before dropping him with a belly to belly piledriver, head first onto the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire…

CLANK!!!

JOHNSON: ”D.B.M.!!! D.B.M.!!! Death By Mannie!!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

The crowd then erupts in chanting…

“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”

Mannie then covers the bloody Pioneer as the ref drops down for the count…

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

Mannie stands to his feet as the ref signals for the bell and walks to the side of the ring, grabbing the championship from the ringside crew.

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!!!”

As his music hits the speakers, Jacinta and Alec both enter the ring slowly, avoiding contact with the barbed wire. They celebrate in the ring before Mannie points down at the chair and then at Pioneer.

JOHNSON: ”What are they doing now?”

VASSA: ”Oh, this can’t be good!”

Alec places the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire on top of Pioneer’s head. Mannie then hands Jacinta the championship. She walks around the ring with it, holding it in the air, showing it off to the crowd. Alec continues to hold the chair in place, over Pioneer’s head. Mannie then jumps into the air and comes down, driving his feet into the air, crushing Pioneer’s head.

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!”

The ref quickly pulls Mannie away and stands in between them and Pioneer. Jacinta moves in and gives Mannie a kiss on the cheek before handing him the championship. Mannie holds it in the air once more before the three exit the ring while his music continues to play. Meanwhile, the ref checks on Pioneer who lays there, motionless.

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.”

We find ourselves again in the backstage area as Mike Smith is searching for Christian and Crystal. Mike stops midway as he notices Jenifer Holt waving at him. He smiles as Jenifer shows him one of her legs. Mike moves toward her as she motions for him to come closer. She shows a smirk toward Mike before ducking behind the corner as her husband Dustin comes from behind Mike and drives a knee into his back. Mike grabs at his back as he turns into a Splitting Headache. Jenifer comes back into the scene and lays a few boots into him.

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.”

Christian Taylor comes charging in as he is sporting a bandage over his nose. Dustin ducks Christian’s clothesline attempt and connects with a standing dropkick to the back of his head. Christian falls head first into the groin area of Mike Smith. Jenifer climbs up onto a table and drives her knee right into Christian’s face. Christian grabs at his already broken nose as Jenifer just laughs. Dustin ducks Mike’s punch and kicks him in the knee cap. Mike grabs his knee as Dustin drops him with a hammerlock DDT. Dustin hits back to back spinning arm breakers nearly ripping Mike’s arm off. Dustin backs up a bit before connecting with a superkick sending Christian right through a glass window. Mike slowly gets to his knees as Jenifer connects with a shining wizard. He doesn’t go completely down as Dustin finishes him off with another Bicycle kick. Dustin and Jenifer survey the damage they done and share a passionate kiss before walking away.

MAIN EVENT
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!!!”

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

“Coming from that H-Town

Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)

Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)

Keep a little bit of

That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)

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

Got Platinum round my neck so

Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I got TITLES sittin around my wrist and

Dog I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck

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

LEGEND

Rolling with a broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

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!”

“Help Is On The Way” by Rise Against begins to play over the speaker system…

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!!!”

Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She smiles at the crowd and walks with a bounce in her step as she slaps some fan hands along the way. She pauses from time to time looking around the building. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

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.”

“Violence Fetish” by Disturbed hits the speakers…

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!!!”

The lights dim down low as it becomes almost filled with blackness; smoking starts to fill the ringside area as well as the entrance ramp, a figure appears from the back. The lights slowly turn to white as Jason Phoenix is seen on the ramp, welcomed with boos from the fans. He walks down the ramp slowly and stiffly as there appears to be no emotion in the eyes of Jason Phoenix. He makes his way down to the ring and slowly creeps up the stairs. He stops at the top and he glares across the ring. He tilts his down and starts onto the apron. He stops at the beginning of the apron and steps over the second rope. He enters the ring and slowly walks to the middle of the ring. He turns back to the ramp area as he starts rubbing his hands together as the smoke clears, the lights turn back on, the entrance video quits playing, and his music fades. He tilts his head up and eyes both Roxi and Cashe as the ref walks over and grabs the championship from him, holding it in the air.

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!”

As the cage continues to lower to the ring, the official holds the championship in the air, showing it off for the fans. Larry Collins then carries it to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew. Once the cage touches the floor, the ref walks to the center of the ring and looks at each wrestler and awaits a nod.

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.”

As the three await in their corners, the ref raises his arm and signals 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.”

Roxi gets up and turns to Phoenix, with her back towards Cashe. Without hesitation, Cashe runs and pushes Roxi to the side. He then leaps in the air and comes down connecting with a head butt to Phoenix who is still down. He then crawls on top of Phoenix and begins to hit him with closed fists. Roxi looks on as Cashe continues to punch Phoenix over and over. She then steps forward and kicks her foot into Cashe’s chest. Cashe almost falls backwards but keeps his balance long enough for Roxi to move in and wrap her arm around his head, pulling him to the canvas and planting him with a DDT.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Cashe saw that one coming.”

Roxi then picks Phoenix up to his feet and slaps him across the chest with a couple of open hands. She then pulls him in and flips him over with a snap suplex. When she gets to her feet, Cashe is there to catch her with a hard right to the forehead. Roxi stumbles back a step and Cashe fires with another hard right. He then kicks her in the stomach and throws her to the ropes. Bouncing back, Roxi comes at Cashe only to get captured as he powerslams her on top of Phoenix. Roxi rolls off one side and Cashe the other. Once to his feet, Cashe kicks Phoenix in the stomach a few times before stomping on his fingers with all his might. Phoenix pulls his hand in and holds it with the other. Cashe laughs to himself before coming down with a leg drop across Phoenix’s throat.

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.”

Cashe gets up and looks across the ring where Roxi is looking right back at him. The two then charge each other. Cashe swings with a clothesline but misses as Roxi ducks and side steps. She then sweeps his legs out from under him, knocking him to the canvas. Cashe quickly rolls over and pushes himself. As he gets up, Roxi kicks him in the side of the head, knocking him backwards to the ropes. Cashe bounces back towards Roxi but gets taken to the canvas, face first, with a drop toe hold. As Roxi gets up, Phoenix attacks her from behind with a forearm club to her back. Roxi falls forward to one knee. Phoenix then walks in front of her and drives his knee upward into her face, sending her to her back. Out of nowhere, Cashe comes from behind Phoenix and locks in a sleeper hold. Phoenix fights to break free but fails. Cashe then kicks the back of Phoenix’s knee, forcing him to fall down while he still applies the sleeper.

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.”

Cashe continues to choke the life out of Phoenix. The ref just looks on, not checking for a submission as this match will be decided by pinfall only. Cashe then pulls Phoenix to his feet again while still applying the sleeper. Phoenix turns bright red, struggling for air. On the other side of the ring, Roxi looks on. With a defenseless Phoenix facing her, she takes advantage and runs towards him. Roxi leaps into the air and spins around, connecting with a spinning heel kick to Phoenix. Cashe continues to choke out Phoenix, not letting him fall to the canvas from the kick. Roxi then opens up with a series of kicks and punches to Phoenix’s defenseless midsection. Suddenly, Cashe pulls back, lifting Phoenix off the ground and then falls forward, slamming Phoenix’s face into the mat.

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…

ONE

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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.”

Roxi wastes no time and quickly gets to her feet. She glances across the ring and notices Phoenix getting to his feet as well. Roxi makes her way towards him and grabs him by the back of the head, wraps her arm around his head in a reverse DDT position. Roxi then spins and brings her other arm down on Phoenix’s throat, slamming him to the canvas with impact. Roxi rolls off of Phoenix and Cashe moves in, kicking him in the side, forcing him closer and closer to the ropes. Cashe then pushes him underneath the bottom rope with his foot, knocking him to the outside of the ring, crashing to the floor. Cashe turns around to Roxi only to get surprised as she’s there to meet him with a European uppercut. Cashe falls back a step but gets stopped as Roxi reaches out and grabs him by the arm. She then throws him to the corner behind her. Cashe slams into the corner and Roxi then charges towards him. She leaps into the air and flied towards Cashe. At the last second, Cashe moves out of the way. Roxi plants her feet on the middle ropes and then jumps backwards, turning around and connecting with a flying clothesline on Cashe. Roxi rolls to her feet as Cashe lays there, slow to get up.

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.”

Roxi cuts her eyes to the outside of the ring where Phoenix is slowly getting up. She turns her full attention towards him and makes her way to the side of the ring he’s at. Once Phoenix gets to his feet, Roxi grabs the top rope and jumps, pulling herself up. She balances herself on the top rope for a moment before jumping off to the outside of the ring. Roxi lands with her legs around Phoenic’s head. She then spins her body and flips Phoenix over with a head scissors takedown, throwing him into the steel cage. Roxi gets up slowly, taking a little impact from the high flying move. She walks over to Phoenix and climbs onto his back, locking in an STF and cranking down on the pressure.

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.”

Roxi doesn’t release the hold, despite having Cashe yelling at her to do so. Cashe then grabs Roxi by the hair and jerks her off of Phoenix. He then pulls her to her feet and throws her into the side of the ring. Cashe then turns his attention towards Phoenix who continues to lay there. Cashe grabs him by the back of the head and turns him around, facing the cage. Cashe pulls his head back and then pushes it forward, slamming his face into one of the fence posts. Not satisfied, Cashe does it again and again as Phoenix fails to defend himself. Cashe then presses Phoenix’s head against the cage and drags Phoenix across. Link by link, Phoenix’s face drags across the cage until Cashe drags him to the corner. Behind them, a set of ring steps sit. Cashe looks back and notices them, he then wraps his arms around Phoenix’s waist and drives him backwards into them with a German suplex.

VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”If things keep going like this for Phoenix, he’ll lose a lot more than just the championship tonight.”

As Cashe gets up, Roxi is there with an elbow across the back of his head. She then grabs Cashe and rolls him back into the ring. She looks down at Phoenix, notices he isn’t a threat, and then turns to the ring and rolls inside. Inside of the ring, Cashe and Roxi both get up at the same time. They looks across at each other, hesitant to make the first move. Suddenly, Cashe lunges forward, grabbing Roxi and the two lock up. The two struggle with one another before Roxi takes the advantage and locks Cashe in a head lock. Cashe then pushes Roxi off of him and to the ropes. Roxi bounces off and comes back. Cashe swings with a clothesline but misses as Roxi ducks underneath. Roxi runs to the opposite ropes, bounces back and comes towards Cashe again. This time, Roxi comes with a clothesline of her own. Cashe drops to his stomach, avoided the blow. Roxi runs to the opposite ropes again. This time when she bounces back, Cashe is up to his feet. Roxi flips upward, wrapping her legs around Cashe’s head. She continues to roll forward with momentum and hooks her legs underneath his arms. While rolling, Roxi pulls Cashe off the canvas and flips him over to the mat with a rolling Yoshi Tonic. With Cashe’s arms underneath her legs, Roxi holds Cashe for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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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.”

Roxi gets to her feet, not wasting any time. She looks to the outside of the ring where Phoenix is and notices him finally getting to his feet in a daze. Phoenix slowly approaches the ring. Just as he gets to the apron, Roxi runs to the ropes in front of him. She jumps up and flies between the top and middle rope with her legs. Holding on tight to the top rope, Roxi spins around and connects her feet with Phoenix’s head before swinging them back inside the ring. Phoenix falls back and slams into the cage with his back and then straight down to the hard floor. She then turns her attention back to Cashe who is still down. Roxi then runs to the ropes opposite, stepping over Cashe. She jumps into the air and springboards off the middle rope, flipping backwards with a lionsault. At the last second, Cashe rolls out of the way as Roxi slams into the canvas. Cashe gets to his feet and attacks Roxi’s lower body with stomps to her knees and ankles.

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!”

Cashe then rolls Roxi over to her back and grabs her legs. He spreads them apart and kicks her in the crotch before setting her up, rolling her over and cranking down with an elevated Texas cloverleaf. Cashe turns up the pressure and pulls back with everything he has. Roxi yells in pain as she tries to break the hold but doesn’t. She reaches for the ropes for leverage but is too far away to make contact. The ref looks on, not checking in with Roxi for a submission.

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.”

Cashe grabs Phoenix by the back of the head and drives his knee into his face. Phoenix falls back to the mat but Cashe quickly picks him up to his feet. Phoenix pushes him back a few steps to create room and then the two charge each other. Exchanging blows, Cashe and Phoenix throw down in the center of the ring. Phoenix gets the advantage and throws a thumb into Cashe’s eye. Cashe holds his eye for a moment as Phoenix takes a few steps back and then charges forward with a devastating clothesline. Cashe ducks before contact is made and Phoenix stumbles forward from missing. When Phoenix turns around, Cashe is right there to hit him in the jaw with a stiff striking elbow.

JOHNSON: ”The Mark of JASON!!!”

Phoenix falls backwards and slams into the corner. Holding himself up with the top ropes, he keeps from falling down. Blood still trickles from his mouth as Cashe runs in and hits him with another elbow to the jaw.

VASSA: ”He did it again! Holy shit!”

Cashe doesn’t let up and keeps hitting him with stiff elbows to the jaw over and over until the blood begins to pour like a fountain from Phoenix’s mouth. In a rage, Cashe doesn’t let up and keeps connecting with elbows to Phoenix’s jaw until the ref notices the damage and pulls Cashe away.

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.”

Cashe pushes the ref aside and luges forward once more with a brutal elbow that connects with Phoenix’s jaw.

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.”

Roxi then comes at Cashe and attacks him from behind. The ref quickly turns his attention back to them and leaves Phoenix’s side. Roxi and Cashe exchange blows for a moment before Cashe grabs her by the arm and throws her towards the corner with Phoenix. As she approaches, not knowing what has happened, Roxi jumps and hits Phoenix in the jaw with a drop kick.

VASSA: ”If it wasn’t broken before, it is now!”

Ringside staff struggle to unlock the door to the cage. The ref pulls Roxi away from the bloody mess of Phoenix and orders her to stand back. Cashe and Roxi look on as the ref yells for medical staff. Cashe turns on Roxi and hits her in the back of the head with a lariat. Roxi falls to the canvas. Pausing for a moment, Cashe watches as medical staff fails to unlock the door to the cage. He laughs for a moment as their frustrations build on the outside of the cage He looks at Phoenix and shakes his head. Yelling at the ref, Cashe gets his attention and holds his arms up by his sides.

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.”

Out from the back, Perry Wallace rushes to ringside and pulls the medical staff away. The ref looks at Perry as he shakes his head in displeasure and motions for the match to carry on.

VASSA: ”My man, Perry Wallace! Tell them, the show must go on!”

Turning his attention back to the match, the ref looks on as Cashe grabs Roxi by the back of the head. Cashe then lifts her into the air in a vertical position. Roxi slips loose and falls to her feet, behind Cashe. She then hooks Cashe and slams him to the canvas with a half nelson suplex. Roxi then runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope. With Cashe down on his back, Roxi leaps into the air with and comes down with a crushing flying leg drop. Cashe’s feet shoot into the air as Roxi’s leg holds his head to the mat.

VASSA: ”She beheaded Cashe!”

Roxi climbs to her feet and stomps on Cashe a few times while he’s down. She then grabs his legs and locks them with hers, turning him over and locking in a sharpshooter. Roxi cranks on the pressure as Cashe struggles to break away but can’t. As before, the ref looks on without checking for a submission. Cashe fights and fights as the sweat beads up on his forehead. Finding a surge of energy, Cashe straightens his legs, breaking the hold and pushing Roxi across the ring. Cashe clowly gets to his feet, favoring his legs, and turns to Roxi who is getting up herself. Cashe waves for Roxi to bring it, which she does. Roxi attacks with a variation of kicks. Cashe blocks each as Roxi slowly backs him into the corner. Roxi then fakes a punch and Cashe takes the bait, opening up his midsection. Roxi then fires a hard kick to his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Roxi then climbs the over Cashe to the middle rope. She then looks down at him and back up at the fans watching. Pulling her hand back, Roxi delivers a series of punches that get the crowd behind her as each connects.

“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.”

Roxi gets to her feet and stands over Cashe. Out of nowhere, Phoenix pops back into the picture and grabs a handful of hair. He turns Roxi around and looks her in the eye. Roxi slams her head forward into Phoenix’s nose. He releases his grasp on her hair but lunges forward at her. Roxi side steps him and runs to the ropes. Roxi jumps to the middle rope, bounces off and comes back at Phoenix with a powerful kick to the chops.

JOHNSON: ”RAY OF HOPE!!!”

Phoenix falls to the canvas and Roxi quickly drops down and covers…

ONE

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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!”

Cashe then grabs Roxi by the head and yanks her off of Phoenix. With his grip still on Roxi’s head, Cashe thrusts forward and nails Roxi with a blunt headbutt. Roxi hits the canvas and Cashe runs to the ropes. He bounces off and comes back, hitting Roxi with a running senton. Cashe rolls off of Roxi and up to his feet. He then goes to the corner and slowly ascends. Once at the top, he looks over the crowd, taking in the moment. He then turns towards the center of the ring where Roxi is slowly getting up. Once to her feet, Cashe waits before making his move as her back is facing him. She slowly turns around and Cashe jumps from the top rope and takes her to the mat with a diving spear. Cashe then mounts himself on top of her and attacks with punches and elbows. Roxi fends them off the best she can before managing to roll Cashe off of her. Cashe is quick to his feet as is Roxi. The two then stand and face each other, exhausted from the match. Roxi makes the first move with a low kick but Cashe blocks it. Cashe then fires back with a hard right but misses as Roxi leans to the side. She then kicks the side of his knee, breaking him down to one knee. Roxi runs to the ropes and comes back at Cashe and leaps with a flying crossbody. Cashe pops to his feet and stops her in mid air. Roxi somehow manages to land on her feet and Cashe moves in behind her and drops her to the mat with a jumping back to back cutter.

JOHNSON: ”Under The Influence!”

VASSA: ”The UTI, the UTI!!! This could be it.”

Cashe gets to his feet and looks down at Roxi but then turns his attention towards Phoenix who is still down, covered in blood. Cashe pulls him to his feet and drags him to the corner and throws him against it with all his might. Cashe gets nose to nose with Phoenix and talks trash before punching him in the jaw once more. Cashe then lifts him up, setting him on the top of the turnbuckle. Cashe then climbs up and gets Phoenix in a double underhook grapple. Cashe then looks around the crowd as they chant…

“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!!!”

Phoenix’s body rolls over, limp. Cashe then drags him away from the ropes and covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count with Roxi still out on the other side of the ring.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Cashe has done it! Cashe has reclaimed the South-West Heavyweight championship!”

“Cashin’ Out” begins to play over the theatre as Cashe slowly rises to his feet. The ringside crew finally manages to unlock the door to the cage and EMT’s rush to ringside to assist Phoenix. A member of ringside stff hands the ref the championship. Cashe walks to the center of the ring where the ref meets him and hands him the championship before raising his arm into the air.

POWERS: ”Your winner, and new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion, The Influential… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

Cashe holds the belt high as his music continues to play and he soaks in the cheers of the crowd. Meanwhile, the EMT’s cart Phoenix off and Cashe just looks on and chuckles.

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!”

The fans continue to cheer Cashe on as he walks from corner to corner, ascending the turnbuckle and holding the championship in the air. The scene slowly begins to fade as we zoom in with him holding the belt over his head with both hands…