ADRENALINE E13 (023)
PHOENIX THEATRE [PHOENIX, ARIZONA]
NOVEMBR 12TH, 2014
JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to 4CW Adrenaline! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!..”
JOHNSON: ”We have another adrenaline pumping show scheduled for tonight, folks!”
VASSA: ”You’re damned right we do! We have to follow up Fright Night which was a huge deal by the way. That night is still the talk of the town within the wrestling world.”
JOHNSON: ”We had a stacked card and tonight is no different. We’re starting to become known for our big shows.”
VASSA: ”And we should be. We’re loaded with talent. We’re in great hands as far as the business side of things go. We’ve become a household name, a staple in this business.”
JOHNSON: ”We didn’t become that by wasting everyone’s time either. Lets get this rolling, Vinny. We have a big night ahead of us.”
VASSA: ”As I’m sure a lot of you at home already know, we had some big events go down in Vegas a couple of weeks ago. One of the biggest shockers of the night was the end result in the scaffold match between “Young” Mannie and the 4CW Extreme champion, Havok.”
JOHNSON: ”Jett Wilder made his presence felt and caught Mannie off guard. The rest was inevitable.”
VASSA: ”Speaking of Mannie, I heard earlier in the week that Perry had a big announcement for us tonight. Now, I’ve heard that Mannie isn’t here with us tonight. I’m willing to bet that Perry has a thing or two to say about Mannie and how things have come to an end with him and Havok.”
JOHNSON: ”You bring up a good point. I don’t know exactly what Mr. Wallace has on the agenda tonight but he will have our undivided attention later in the evening. The important thing is that Mannie is up and moving. That’s what really matters.”
VASSA: ”He did take a pretty nasty fall from the top of that scaffold.”
JOHNSON: ”Yes he did, Vinny. Some other highlights from Fright Night… well, all of the champions retained in their defenses.”
VASSA: ”It’s hard to say without questioning the words. Not often do all company champions successfully retain in one night. This was a big night for out 4CW champions.”
JOHNSON: ”As we were just saying, Havok retained against “Young” Mannie in an extreme scaffold match. Jason Sanity retained against both Shane Borderland and Jett Wilder in a triple threat match.”
VASSA: ”That was a great match if I do say so myself. Lets not forget about the tag team championships.”
JOHNSON: ”How could we? New Gen Rising has been a dominant force in 4CW ever since winning the championships back at Ante Up. The Carnival, I believe, gave them their biggest challenge they’ve had to date. In the end, they retained the championships and proved to the world why they’re the best tag team in this business.”
VASSA: ”I like how you use words like world when we’re true to the south-west United States.”
JOHNSON: ”We have am worldwide audience. HBO is worldwide and the latest ratings reports shows that we’re raking in big numbers each and every show.”
VASSA: ”You’re right about that, Steve. I’m just ready for people to stop viewing us as a small time hole in the wall when we put on a spectacular mainstream product every time we hit the air.”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve made a huge splash in this industry, Vinny. As a matter of fact, we’re coming up on our One Year Anniversary and I can guarantee that we have something BIG in store for the landmark.”
VASSA: ”One year… time flies! It’s been a fun ride and I look forward to many more to come.”
JOHNSON: ”You can say that again!”
VASSA: ”It’s been…”
JOHNSON: ”You’re killing me, Vinny! We’re getting short on time. Lets hurry up and wrap things up. As for the main event at Fright Night, the War Zone, it was one heck of a match but in the end, Jason Cashe proved to the entire WORLD why he’s the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion.”
VASSA: ”And the way he did it, it disgusts me! I’ve seen Cashe do a lot of low down stuff but what he did to KJE crosses the line!”
JOHNSON: ”That crosses the line? Well I’ll be damned, you do have your limits.”
VASSA: ”My thoughts to out to Kaylyn James Evans. If you’re watching, my thoughts are with you.”
JOHNSON: ”Wow, I’m shocked.”
VASSA: ”What?!?! I have a soft spot for hot tale.”
JOHNSON: ”Way to ruin the moment!”
VASSA: ”Thanks!”
JOHNSON: ”Alright, we’re running out of time. We’ve taken entirely too long going over the highlights of Fright Night. The whole show was awesome. I’ve literally watched it seven times. Seven!”
VASSA: ”Talk about not having a life… hah!!! Alright, Steve, lets cap this intro off and get to business.”
JOHNSON: ”First up, we have a ten person over the top rope elimination rumble ladies and gents. We’ve had a lot of new names sign with the company and it’s time for them to display their talents for us all.”
VASSA: ”We’ll also be kicking off the extreme side a bit tonight with a handful of extreme rules matchups.”
JOHNSON: ”Not only that but we have some solid single standard matches booked for tonight. You better look out, Sanity! You may have a target on your back.”
VASSA: ”Queens Incorporated will be taking on The Carnival in a standard tag match later this evening.”
JOHNSON: ”Lets not forget about Jett Wilder taking on the extreme champ, Havok, in a match to his liking.”
VASSA: ”After helping Havok secure the championship, he’ll get his chance to climb in the ring with the champ. Things could have went different and Havok could have been distracted instead.”
JOHNSON: ”We all know why Jett was at ringside. He was out there to mess with Mannie for whatever reason”
VASSA: ”We all know what the reason was. Mannie has been banging his mom on the side. Now that he’s through with her, Jett obviously doesn’t approve.”
JOHNSON: ”It will be interesting to see how this story unfolds. As for our main event, we will have a triple threat match to determine who the number one contender is for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
VASSA: ”This is going to be a great one! Jessica Black, Jair Hopkins and Roxi Johnson will all go head to head and battle for the rightful number one contender spot for our top championship.”
JOHNSON: ”If The War Zone wasn’t bad enough, the battle will carry on between these three. That’s basically what we have scheduled for tonight, folks. We’ll finally shut up now and quit holding up the show.”
VASSA: ”About damn time! You never know when to cut it short, do you, Steve?”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks as we prepare for the ten person elimination rumble to start off the show.”
VASSA: ”Bare with us!”
HARVEY: ”I don’t know what to do. I’m new to 4CW. I know I’m good. But the fans here have never even heard of me. I don’t want to walk out to the ring to a chorus of boos. Or worse, silence. I only have one chance to make a first impression. Any suggestions?”
BLONDE: ”You’re great in the ring, handsome. It doesn’t matter what they do when you walk out because, once they see you in action, there will be an eruption as you leave.”
HARVEY: ”You know, you’re right. Thanks.”
10 PERSON OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION RUMBLE
JOHN BLADE VS. ZEEK WILLIAMS VS. CAMERON CLAY VS. BLADE CONNORS VS. BRANDEN HARVEY VS. NICK WATSON VS. CHRISTINE NASH VS. RAMONA LEA EPPS VS. ALEXANDER OMEGA VS. NIOBE MARTIN
VASSA: ”Alright, let’s get ready for some new faces to climb in the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”With our growing popularity and talent depth, we’ve now begun letting wrestlers try out for a roster spot.”
VASSA: ”We have a very diverse talent pool. 4CW isn’t your average breed of competition. We’ve gained enormous amounts of attention from the media.”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed we have, Vinny. We’re territorially stationed in the south-western corner of the United States. We just recently concluded a tour of the north-east which has introduced 4CW to other parts of the country. Our televised event with HBO has been raking in the ratings. It’s no secret. 4CW is truly becoming top shelf in the wrestling world.”
VASSA: ”And the credit goes to Frankie Morrison, the brains behind the scenes.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t go that far, heh. Mr. Wallace has created a lot of buzz in this business as well.”
VASSA: ”We all know what it is.”
JOHNSON: ”What do you mean, what it is?”
VASSA: ”Don’t worry about it, Steve. Hey, I think it’s time to start this rumble! John Blade is already in the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”What? You know what, never mind…”
VASSA: ”Hey Mike Powers! HIT IT!!!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds and standing six feet. He is the “Saint Assassin”, ZEEK WILLIAMS!!!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Whitby, England, he weighs in at two hundred twenty four pounds and stands six feet, one inch tall. CAMERON CLAY!!!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall. BLADE CONNORS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”These four will start the rumble off. John Blade isn’t exactly new but Zeek Williams, Blade Connors and Cameron Clay are.”
VASSA: ”This John Blade dude is really trying to make a name for himself in this company. Too bad Johnny Rebel didn’t see it that way a few weeks ago at Fright Night.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like our official, Christopher Salieri, is ready to get this thing underway.”
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the bell, Zeek Williiams rushes towards John Blade. He takes a swing but misses as Blade side steps him and nails him in the stomach with a knee. Blade Connors then rushes him but gets taken off his feet as John Blade knocks him to the mat with a clothesline. From across the ring, Cameron Clay charges towards Blade. He swings with a powerful clothesline but comes up short as Blade side steps him and takes him down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. John Blade quickly pops to his feet and grabs Zeek by the head and pulls him up to his feet. John Blade hits him with an overhead fist to the forehead. He then kicks Zeek in the stomach, forcing him to bend over. John Blade then hooks his arm around his head and plants his face into the mat with a huge DDT that rattles the ring. Blade slowly gets back to his feet and turns his attention to Connors who is slowly beginning to get up himself. Blade grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him up to his feet. He keep one hand on his head and then grabs the back of his pants and walks him close to the corner. John Blade then throws Connors forward and sends him crashing into the corner, slamming his shoulder into the turnbuckle as he goes between the middle and top ropes. Blade then approaches Connors in the corner and drops a double axe handle across his back, knocking him down to the mat.
From behind, Clay sneaks up from behind and punches Blade in the back of the head. John Blade stumbles forward and hits the ropes, bouncing off. Clay then wraps his arms around his waist and goes to lift him up for a German suplex. Blade quickly locks his leg with Clay’s and keeps him footing. He then throws an elbow back and connects with Clay’s nose, knocking his head back. John Blade then spins around and positions himself behind Clay and wraps his arms around his waist. He then lifts him up into the air and plants his back into the canvas with a German Suplex. John Blade then bursts to his feet as the adrenaline pumps through his body. He then looks back to Connors who is slowly pulling himself up, using the ropes in the corner as leverage. Blade quickly rushes in on him and slams a forearm across his bacjk, knocking him back down to one knee. He then grabs Connors by the head and pulls him up. He then grabs the back of Connors head with both hands and pulls back on it before pushing it forward, slamming his face into the top of the turnbuckle. John Blade then spins him around and kicks him in the stomach and then lifts him up in a scoop position. After struggling for a moment, John Blade lifts Connors up and over the top rope. Connors falls down to the apron but manages to keep from falling to the floor. John Blade then grabs the top rope with both hands and begins to kick Connors over and over until he knocks him from the apron and down to the floor below.
BLADE CONNORS ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”We have our first official elimination of the match folks!”
VASSA: ”John Blade has taken control of this match up and has been on the attack since the sound of the bell.”
JOHNSON: ”This guy has the heart!”
“Fuel” by Metallica hits the sound system as “Supersonic” Branden Harvey walks through the curtain.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Sacramento, California, weighing in at one hundred forty pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall. BRANDEN HARVEY!!!”
ZEEK WILLIAMS ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”There’s another one! They’re dropping like flies!”
JOHNSON: ”John Blade has just eliminated Zeek Williams!”
Just as Harvey stands up, John Blade attacks him from behind with a series of punches to the back of the head. Blade then throws him to the ropes and follows a few steps behind. As Harvey hits the ropes, he wraps his arms in the top rope and catches himself. Blade bends over to flip him over after bouncing back but gets left hanging. Harvey then takes a step forward and kicks him in the mouth, flipping his head back and standing him straight up with the blow. Harvey then grabs ahold of him and throws him into the ropes. As the two struggle with each other, fighting to throw the other one over the top rope, they leave Clay alone to get back to his feet. With Clay back up, he looks on as Blade and Harvey struggle with each other. He then rushes the two and goes for a double clothesline.
JOHNSON: ”Watch out guys!”
CAMERON CLAY ELIMINATED
JOHNSON: ”Cameron Clay has been eliminated, folks!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Saly Lake City, Utah, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall. He is “The Sensational One”, NICK WATSON!!!”
VASSA: ”And with that elimination, we have a fresh body headed down to the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Here’s another face that some of you may know from a former wrestling promotion that has been out of business for just over a year now.”
VASSA: ”Nick Watson and Branden Harvey should be familiar with each other to an extent. We’ll see just how much right now!”
Harvey lifts Blade to his feet and punches him a couple of times in the head with hard rights. He then grabs Blade by the arm and throws him to the ropes behind him. Blade bounces off the ropes and comes back at Harvey only to get spun around and thrown to the mat with a head scissors takedown. Just as Harvey pops back up to his feet, Watson is right there to greet him with a spinning elbow strike to the chops. Harvey falls backwards and hits the ropes bouncing back towards Watson who wraps his arms around him and lifts him into the air before driving him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Watson quickly gets back to his feet and turns to Blade who is still down. Watson kicks him a few times, keeping him down on the mat. Watson then turns back to Harvey and takes three steps forward before dropping a hard knee to his ankle. Harvey rolls over to his stomach and holds his ankle in pain as Watson slowly stands straight up.
Watson then turns back to Blade and grabs him by the back of the head. He lifts him to his feet and slowly backs him into the corner with slaps across the chest. Watson draws back for a big time punch but as he does, Blade kicks him in the stomach. Blade then grabs him by the head and spins around, throwing Watson into the corner. Blade drives his knee into the mid-section of Watson’s before taking a few steps back and sizing up the situation. Blade then lunges forward with a right haymaker but misses as Watson ducks. Watson then pops up and grabs Blade by the arm with one hand while lifting him up with the top of his back. With Blade on his shoulders, Watson edges him to the ropes and rolls him up and over, falling to the hard floor below.
JOHN BLADE ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”John Blade has finally been eliminated! I’m surprised that he even made it this long.”
JOHNSON: ”The kid has a lot of heart like I said earlier. He just needs to get everything else clicking.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Sanford, North Carolina, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is “The Twisted Angel”, CHRISTINE ANNE NASH!!!”
VASSA: ”Boy, does she look yummy…”
JOHNSON: ”You can say that again!”
JOHNSON: ”I’m just now getting word that we will be introducing another wrestler to pick up the pace.”
VASSA: ”Finally! I wish they would have all ten in the ring at once from the start.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, RAMONA LEA EPPS!!!”
VASSA: ”There, that’s a little better.”
The lights in the theater begin to flicker before going completely out, putting the theater in a state of total darkness, The big screen comes to life as the ‘OMEGA’ flashes on the screen in big bold red letters. The screen then goes dark, as you hear the click of a gun followed by a screaming ‘NO’ and than a loud gun shot echoes through the theater as the lights come back on and “Coming Down” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play.
VASSA: ”What the hell was that?”
JOHNSON: ”Something just happened with the lights!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred eighty seven pounds and standing six feet, seven inches tall. “Canada’s Own”, ALEXANDER OMEGA!!!”
VASSA: ”Look at the size of this son of a bitch…”
JOHNSON: ”This is our largest new signee. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him in action tonight.”
VASSA: ”Finally, someone the same size of Perry’s guard dog.”
JOHNSON: ”Excuse me?”
VASSA: ”Salieri you putz!”
CHRISTINE ANNE NASH ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”That was one hell of a first impression!”
JOHNSON: ”Omega looks to be a pure powerhouse. I can see why he was approached by management.”
Omega quickly pops up to his feet after the big move. Just as he focuses back on Harvey, Watson runs in and connects with a jumping knee thrust to the side of the ribcage. Omega stumbles a step forward. Before he can turn around, Watson goes on the attack with a series of punches and kicks to the open backside of Omega. Watson then kicks his foot into the side of Omega but is unable to pull it back as Omega has a tight grasp around his ankle. Omega then turns her body around and pulls Watson in close with his leg trapped. Omega then headbutts Watson right between the eyes before releasing his leg and wrapping his arms around his body, trapping his arms as well. Omega then lifts Watson into the air and turns plants his back into the canvas with a devastating belly to belly suplex.
JOHNSON: ”One by one, Omega has taken out all three wrestlers in the ring with him.”
VASSA: ”Here comes one more!”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
“NIGHTMARE!”
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face. Meanwhile, Omega has his sights set on her. Niobe turns to the center of the ring only to be surprised to find Omega right behind her. She hesitates for a moment before lunging forward with an assault. She hits him with a right to the side of the shoulder, followed by a left open hand slap across the chest. Niobe then jumps into the air for a dropkick but misses as Omega sidesteps her and pushes her back to the canvas. Hitting the mat with a thud, Niobe rolls over to her stomach but gets caught with a boot to the stomach. Omega then grabs her by the hair and lifts her up to her feet. He then turns her around and locks in a full nelson, cranking down with the force. He lifts her up from her feet, holding her body in the air, Omega then grunts loudly as he lifts Niobe into the air and slams her to the mat with a fell nelson slam.
VASSA: ”And there’s your fourth! Poor Niobe…”
JOHNSON: ”Ramona has finally taken the big man down!”
VASSA: ”What the hell is that?”
JOHNSON: ”Hey, there’s someone up there!”
VASSA: ”You think so, Mr. Obvious?!”
BRANDEN HARVEY ELIMINATED
JOHNSON: ”Branden Harvey has finally been eliminated after a long stretch in the rumble.”
Omega then pops back into the picture and grabs Niobe with a handful of hair. He then reaches down even further and grabs a handful of Ramona’s hair. Omega lifts them both up to their feet and then takes a few steps towards the ropes and throws them forward. Both ladies hit the ropes. Niobe flips over and slams onto the apron before bouncing off and crashing to the floor below. Ramona slams against the apron and rolls towards the edge as Omega turns around to face Watson. Before she rolls over the edge, Ramona stops herself and grabs onto the rope to hold herself up. She then rolls underneath the bottom rope and catches her breath for a moment while looking straight up.
NIOBE MARTIN ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”Another one bites the dust!”
JOHNSON: ”I’m pretty sure Omega is thinking he just eliminated both. Ramona managed to keep from falling down as Niobe crashed and burned.”
VASSA: ”She could use this to her advantage. If the other two don’t know that she’s still in the ring… OH BOY!!!”
ALEXANDER OMEGA ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”THE BIG MAN IS OUT!!! THE BIG MAN IS OUT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”What was he doing on the apron? He put himself at risk with that bright idea!”
VASSA: ”I’m sure he had good intentions…”
JOHNSON: ”Alright ladies and gents, we’re down to our final two wrestlers! Nick Watson and Ramona Lea Epps will now battle with one another to eliminate the other. This should be good!”
VASSA: ”We can only have one winner so someone has to go!”
He then rolls over and pushes himself up as Ramona does the same. The two stand up and look to each other at the same moment. Ramona then swings with an overhead right hand. Watson throws his arm up and blocks the punch. He then drives his fist into her chest with a superman punch that sends her rolling across the ring. Watson quickly rushes her and kicks her in the side a few times while she’s down. He then drops a knee across her forehead before standing back to his feet. Watson then grabs her by the head and lifts her up. Out of nowhere, Watson hits her with an uppercut elbow to the jaw. Ramona’s head jerks backwards as her body goes stiff. Watson then jumps into the air and wraps his legs around Ramona’s head. He then flips backwards and throws her across the ring with a hurricanrana.
JOHNSON: ”nick Watson is showing us a sample of his athleticism in the ring.”
VASSA: ”Ramona better think quickly or this one could end for the worst.”
Watson then turns back to Ramona and pulls her up to her feet. Just as she stands up, Ramona pushes Watson back a step, creating a little space. She then goes to kick him in the stomach but gets caught as he grabs on to her foot and doesn’t let go. Ramona tries to pull it back a few times before Watson spins her around by the foot. After making a full revolution, Ramona throws her other leg up and catches Watson off guard with a dragon whip that sends him stumbling backwards towards the ropes.
JOHNSON: ”She likes to call that little move Punked!”
NICK WATSON ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”She’s done it! Ramona Lea Epps has won the elimination rumble to kick off tonights show!”
“Comanche” hits the sound system as the ref grabs Ramona’s arm and raises it into the air for victory.
POWERS: ”Your winner of the ten person elimination rumble, RAMONA LEA EEPPPPSS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Talk about making a huge first impression! Ramona Lea Epps has done just that in her 4CW debut!”
VASSA: ”I’m impressed to say the least. I look forward to seeing this chick in action down the road!”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while we clear the ring for our next match of the evening.”
HARTMAN: ”Geez, Dustin you scared the poop out of me. Why didn’t you just say my name or something?”
HARTMAN: ”Is everything okay Dustin? This isn’t like you at all. Why aren’t you speaking?”
HARTMAN: ”Earth to Dustin. Man, when are you going tell me what you are doing here?”
HOLT: ”SILENCE!!!”
HOLT: ”I am pretty sure you have a lot of questions but let me give you an answer for all of them. My disappearance after Fright Night will be explained soon but until then please stop asking me. I have chose to return this upcoming Adrenaline because the Man of Fear will work his way back up to the Main Event. In order for that to happen, I must choose my next victim. Luckily, I have already chosen the poor trogg who will learn the hard way about FEAR.”
HARTMAN: ”What are you talking about Dustin?”
HOLT: ”The fear is strong in the chosen one. He will be revealed in due time. Now if you don’t mind, I have someone to meet.”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
JACK OWYNS VS. DAMIEN KNIGHT
JOHNSON:” What an exciting show we have scheduled for tonight here in Phoenix, Arizona. We are hosting several matches under extreme rules. We’re about to have the first in just a few seconds! “
VASSA:” This must be Wallace’s way of finding Havok new opponents. Mannie’s toast. “
POWERS:” The next match is under Extreme Rules! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, from Cincinnati, Ohio…”The Jackal,” Damien Knight!! “
JOHNSON:” Knight may not have many wins here in 4CW, but he has potential, and has been impressive. “
POWERS:” And his opponent…weighing in at two hundred fifty-four pounds, from Seattle, Washington…”The Villian,” Jack Owyns!!! “
but when it came to saving me you let me self-destruct
well im back now, I’m seeking out this vengeance,”
“Nobody Likes Me” by Deuce explodes over the theatres airwaves, and the crowd instantly reacted with a chorus of boos. Jack stepped out from behind the black curtain; showing a wicked grin, ear to ear. He revealed both middle fingers, raising them chest height and directing them towards the disapproving fans in attendance. Jack walk down the aisle, blasting the fans with insults. His smile remained. Jack walked up the stairs and stopped by the turnbuckle and scanned the crowd before jumping over the top rope and coming to a sitting position in the corner. He rested his arms on the ropes, as the music began to fade out…
JOHNSON:” If I’m not mistaken, this is Owyns debut, Vinny, and a tough one at that. “
The two men meet in the ring and Owyns is the first to strike, but it is blocked. Knight gets the upper hand rather quickly with multiple right hands to the face. Owyns falls to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. Owyns says he’s done as he heads back up the entrance way.
JOHNSON:” Where does he think he’s going? “
VASSA:” He’s clearly not wasting his time with Damien Knight.”
JOHNSON:” Knight has dominated. Owyns just can’t get anything going.”
ONE
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TWO
JOHNSON:” Easy kick out for Owyns after that cocky pin attempt.”
VASSA:” Can you blame him? Owyns hasn’t shown much of anything.”
JOHNSON:” Owyns needs some kind of break here. Knight is being relentless. “
VASSA:” Ouch!! Trashcan to face! “
JOHNSON:” The Jackal Strikes! That has to be it! “
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON:” Damien Knight picks up another win here in 4CW! A dominating performance from Damien Knight. “
VASSA:” And a poor performance from Jack Owyns. “
POWERS:” The winner of this match…Damien Knight!! “
JOHNSON:” Look out, Havok! We may have a new contender! “
CASHE: “Excuse me I have an appointment with some people tonight.”
SECURITY ONE: “No can do Mr. Cashe, I have strict orders that you are to take the night off. We’re not allowed to give you entry to the building. I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to leave..”
CASHE: “Make me!”
SECURITY ONE: “Come on, don’t make any problems tonight! Don’t you have a concussion? Look at this crew with me, they have batons and tasers and we WILL use them if needed. Please leave the premises..NOW…”
CASHE: “I WILL FUCK YOU BLOODY!! LET ME GO! LET ME GO FUCKERS!!!”
CASHE: “I’m getting in this building tonight…”
HARTMAN: ”I am sorry to be a bother, Mr. Watson. I am Gabriel Hartman and I work for 4CW as a backstage interviewer. Would you mind answering a few questions about the match that you just had tonight?”
WATSON: ”Sure, I got some time to burn. I was just about to head out and see if I could ‘stand in the back’ to watch the rest of the matches tonight.”
HARTMAN: ”Then I suppose I should make these questions quick then.”
HARTMAN: ”Going into tonight’s match you have been gone from the spotlight that is main-stream wrestling. How did it feel going out there and competing again in the big leagues?”
WATSON: ”First I would like to thank 4CW for the opportunity that it has given me to join its ranks as one of their fighters. Secondly, it felt great. I mean I think I performed rather well today and that is half due to preparation and half due to me just loving every minute of being back in the major leagues. As everyone knows by now, I’ve been gone from being a part of a major brand for about a year, and now stepping back in between the ropes again as a 4CW wrestler, just…well it just feels great. Tonight, was just…special for me. I got to compete against nine great athletes tonight and I gave it my all. To me that’s all that matters. Going out and competing with the intent of just having the best match I can have every week. And tonight, I had a damn good match, and hopefully the fans enjoyed it as much as I did.”
HARTMAN: ”If you don’t mind me asking you, what made you finally decide on joining 4CW? We know that Madok Mortalis, your manager, persuaded you a bit, but we also know that you and him don’t have the best relationship. So, why sign?”
WATSON: ”The talent level, Gabe. I can’t speak highly enough about the talent that has been put together here. There are faces I have seen before, maybe not worked with before, but seen before from my past who I know can bring it. Then you add in the wildcards that 4CW has acquired over its lifespan and its real easy to see that this organization is a talent magnet. From the top to the bottom there are guys who give their all every night and that is just amazing. I can’t put into words how awesome it is being in an organization and knowing no matter who you fight, that these are going to be close matches. There are no predictable outcomes here. Every night, you step into that ring, there is a chance you are going to lose, and that is exciting.”
HARTMAN: ”The prospect of losing excites you? I would think you would be more interested in winning matches than losing them.”
WATSON: ”You’re not understanding what I mean by that, Gabe. What I mean by being excited by the thought that I might lose is that the competition level is just insane. There are no definitive wins here and that is the way it needs to be. No more smash matches, no more easy breezy moments. Just balls to the wall competition, every night, and every match. That is what makes me excited.”
HARTMAN: ”You sound like a real competitor, so as a competitor…who would you like to match up with currently on roster?”
WATSON: ”I have no preference, Gabe. I will fight whoever is put on my plate and I will give them hell. Gunning for one guy is only going to be putting a bottle neck on your success as a fighter. So instead of falling prey to something like that, I say… bring them all on. Hell, lets do a gauntlet match where I fight everyone currently employed here and their mother. As long as I am enjoying myself and the fans are enjoying themselves then it is fine with me. I may not make it very far in a gauntlet match, I am sensational, but I’m not invincible, but I’m sure the fans watching would enjoy the show regardless.”
HARTMAN: ”One more question before I let you go. Do you have any words for any of your future opponents and if so, what are they?”
WATSON: ”Yeah, I have some words, and those words are: Whenever I step into the ring, it don’t matter if you are tall or small. It don’t matter if you are fast or strong. It don’t matter if you are pretty or ugly. No matter what the hell you are, The Sensational One is going to excite and delight the fans with his exploits because that is just what he does. So just bring all you got because no matter how much you bring, I will bring you more. And that is not a threat, it’s a promise.”
JOHNSON: ”Well there has been a lot of rumors about these two for the past couple months, guess this may answer all those questions.”
VASSA: ”Who can blame Perry for taking advantage of his power for this? She’s looking great tonight and I have to admit Wallace has been in a better mood lately.”
DOLL: ”Greetings everyone! I am out here with Perry because the two of us have a lot to get off our chest so if you don’t mind lowering your voices so our amazing Boss, can say a few words.”
WALLACE: ”Despite the loss of love from you all, I’m glad to be in Phoenix tonight!”
WALLACE: ”I’m sure some of you out there are thinking to yourself right now. Hey, what’s he doing out here with Daysi? Well, we’re going to address that right now. Mike Powers, roll the footage, please.”
Havok stumbles back but manages to stay on his feet. Mannie then quickly steps in and delivers a rib breaking body blow to Havok’s side. Mannie grabs Havok by the head with his unarmed hand and holds it while he swings forward and connects with a bloody blow that busts Havok’s forehead open. Wilder storms out from the back and rushes down the entrance aisle. He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet as the fans erupt with cheers, waiting for something big to go down. Wilder starts to bang his hands on the table, sending loud knocks echoing through the sounds of the crowd. Mannie draws his fist back again but pauses for a moment as he looks down and notices Wilder underneath the scaffold and looking up from the ring.
Mannie continues to look down at Jett making a lot of noise in the ring below. Out of nowhere, Havok pushes Mannie away and creates some space between the two. Mannie quickly looks back to Havok only to catch a boot to the chin from a desperation superkick. Mannie’s feet raises off the scaffold as he falls over the side and down below.
As Havok falls to his stomach, Mannie crashes through the top table and then through the bottom before slamming against the canvas below in a pile of debris. As he lays there motionless, Wilder looks on for a minute before climbing out of the ring and exiting through the crowd. The ref quickly rushes over to check on Mannie as he signals for the bell.
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As Havok falls to his stomach, Mannie crashes through the top table and then through the bottom before slamming against the canvas below in a pile of debris. As he lays there motionless, Wilder looks on for a minute before climbing out of the ring and exiting through the crowd. The ref quickly rushes over to check on Mannie as he signals for the bell.
WALLACE: ”Is there anything you would like to say, baby?”
DOLL: ”I think that all I can say is good riddance…Good riddance to Mannie Romero who was always a thorn in my side. You really think I cared about you like that Mannie? I was toying with you, I was having fun. I mean at first things happened sure, but after a bit you got boring. And when I found Perry, my amazing man. I realized that we both have mutual feelings about you…And that was that you needed to go. So when you disrespected me in front of the entire roster? We decided that Fright Night…would be your last night.”
DOLL: ”So thankfully we move on without Mannie and lead 4CW into a new era. With a new power couple, right Perry?”
WALLACE: ”I would say more so along the lines of the hottest couple in this business! But, power suits nicely. Unfortunately, we don’t get to move along without Mannie in the equation. For some reason the network loves him. I however, I can’t stand the son of a bitch! They told me that I couldn’t fire Mannie. They didn’t say that I couldn’t make his life a living hell!”
WALLACE: ”This plan has taken quite some time to accomplish but it’s finally said and done. I got the girl and you’re sitting at home, a broken shell of the man you once were! Good guys finish last? Well, this guy right here finished with everything to gain!”
WALLACE: ”You better get used to it! Unlike Mannie, I can keep my women by my side. I do hope you’re watching from home, Mannie. It would truly upset me if you hadn’t heard a single word that I’ve said tonight. I know you’re watching. What else are you going to do? I don’t see any sponsors kicking at your front door to sign you for a promotional gig. I want you to sit at home and think hard. I want you to think about what you did and how you disrespected me each and every time you had the opportunity. Now who’s laughing?”
WALLACE: ”Do you have anything else to add, Daysi?”
DOLL: ”Just that I love you baby and to you Mannie. Sorry that it had to be this way! See you in the future…Maybe.”
FLIPP: “What’s going on Phoenix?!!”
FLIPP: “That’s what’s up. Hope y’all enjoying y’all time so far. I can’t wait to go out there and perform for y’all tonight. I’m looking foward to doing big things.”
FLIPP: “And tonight when I’m in there against Jay….”
SANITY: “It’s Jason. Or to you, the Pride Champion.”
SANITY: “In any case. Tonight, Flipp, you’re getting the chance of a life time. This isn’t just any match for you. This is the kind of match that could make or break your career. You see, even though the Pride championship isn’t on the line, this is your big moment. Because if you win, then maybe, just maybe you’ve proven you deserve to be mentioned among the best in this company. But if you lose …”
SANITY: “Then you’ll have proven you just don’t have what it takes to compete with the big boys around here. You’ll have proven that you’re in over your head, and Perry Wallace just killed your career by giving you too much, too soon. And after that, you’ll be lucky to ever be booked in a match against the likes of me again.”
SANITY: “Personally, I think it’s gonna be the latter.”
FLIPP: “You right champ. Tonight is going to be my moment, but not defiying because if you ain’t know I’m coming for that belt right there on your shoulders, and when I pin you tonight that will become very clear bra brah.”
FLIPP: “Mark my words J. You gone be seeing more of me after tonight.”
MARISOL HAWKES VS. LUCIA ‘LOCA’ LOPEZ
JOHNSON: ”Over the last month or so we have seen a huge wave of fresh, young talent flood 4CW.”
VASSA: ”And there are some real gems in that wave…”
JOHNSON: ”There sure are. Up next we have two of those fresh faces going one on one. It’s Marisol Hawkes versus Lucia Lopez up next!”
VASSA: ”Nothing like two gorgeous women tearing each other apart in front of a live audience!”
JOHNSON: ”The best part of match ups like these, when you have two fresh faces, they’re a little hungrier. They haven’t become complacent. That fire still burns and they want to make a name for themselves.”
VASSA: ”All of which adds up to one fantastic match!”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds, from Honolulu, Hawaii…MARISOL HAWKES!!”
VASSA: ”Our mystery visitor is back!”
JOHNSON: ”Right you are, Vinnie. I’m being told security has been notified and is on its way to investigate. But so far all our guest has done is watch the action.
VASSA: ”Hey, maybe he’s scoping out the hot babes we have here in 4CW!”
JOHNSON: ”Vinnie, stop. This mystery guest is making a point by being up in the catwalks. We’ll have to wait to see if this person makes a move. Fans, I’m being told security has been notified and is on its way up there to investigate. We’ll keep you posted on any developments.”
POWERS: ”And her opponent…weighing in at one hundred nineteen pounds, from Palo Alto, California, LUCIA ‘LOCA’ LOPEZ!”
Lucia Lopez emerges from behind the staging to a chorus of jeers, un-affected by the negative reception as she saunters down the ramp. ‘Loca’ looks ready for action, as she leaps up onto the ring apron and catapults herself over the top rope.
JOHNSON: ”The fans are purely not amused by Lucia Lopez’s poor attitude.”
VASSA: ”Yeah but we all know that it’s not about how a wrestler connects with the fans. You go in and win matches. That’s what gets you noticed. That’s what gets you opportunities. That’s what gets you championships!”
JOHNSON: ”Well that sums up how the industry works…”
VASSA: ”There’s no time to be nice to everyone. Sometimes you need to step on the throats of those that surround you to get ahead. Lucia seems like the kind of girl who gets it.”
DING! DING! DING!
Lucia and Marisol slowly approach the center of the ring, sizing one another up. They quickly lock up with a collar and elbow tie up which Marisol transitions into a side headlock. Lucia wraps her arms around Marisol’s waist and back up against the ropes before shoving her off and sending her running across the ring. Marisol rebounds and ducks underneath a leapfrog from Lucia. She hits the ropes again and bounces back, this time hitting Lucia with a running head scissor take down that flips her across the ring. Both girls pop off of the mat and charge towards the center, Marisol hits Lucia with a running front drop kick that knocks her through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!
JOHNSON: ”The fans sure appreciated that sequence!”
VASSA: ”And Lucia looks to be rethinking her game plan from the outside…”
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Marisol kicks out and both women are quick to their feet. Marisol turns towards Lucia and is snapped down with an arm drag takedown. Marisol staggers to her feet and gets hit with a forearm smash from Lucia before being backed against the ropes. Lucia whips Marisol across the ring and on the rebound leaps up, flipping her back down with a hurricanrana! Lucia looks across the ring at Marisol and then does a cartwheel towards her. She dismounts from the cartwheel into a backflip and hits a moonsault to her grounded opponent!
JOHNSON: ”What a maneuver from Lucia Lopez! A cartwheel dismounted into a moonsault!”
VASSA: ”The days of women’s wrestling being just eye candy paraded to the ring for their looks alone are far gone. Some of these women are hands down better than the men in this sport!”
JOHNSON: ”No disputing that over here.”
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Marisol releases the submission and kicks out of the pinning attempt.
JOHNSON: ”What a submission hold! Almost a pinning predicament as well as Marisol sat on Lucia’s chest.”
VASSA: ”She was able to angle her body enough, turning towards Marisol and the wrist lock that was applied, to keep her shoulder off of the mat.”
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Lucia bucks her body off of the mat and pushes Marisol aside before the three count.
VASSA: ”Marisol flew through the air effortlessly, but it wasn’t enough!”
JOHNSON: ”Marisol is going to have find the strength to keep Lucia down soon or Lucia could find her way back into this match.”
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Marisol shoots her shoulder off of the mat, breaking up the pin attempt before the count of three.
JOHNSON: ”And just like that Lucia Lopez is in control of this match.”
VASSA: ”Maybe so but she still seems a bit sluggish. She’s pushing off of her knee to get to her feet and she looks winded.”
JOHNSON: ”A huge risk from Lucia Lopez!”
VASSA: ”A risk that may have a huge reward! She’s up to her feet and Marisol is out at ringside.”
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DING! DING! DING!
JOHNSON: ”She’s done it! Marisol Hawkes has picked up the victory!”
VASSA: ”And just when it looked like Lucia Lopez was in control of this matchup.”
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by way of pinfall…MARISOL HAWKES!”
HAVOK: ”Griffin Hawkins… It’s about God damn time!”
HAWKINS: “Ah Nathaniel…I knew we’d run into eachother sooner or later.”
HAVOK: ”With the noise you’ve been making lately, it was inevitable, right? I just thought I’d come by and have a word with you for a second.”
HAWKINS: “Oh? What for?”
HAVOK: ”Well, I just wanted to thank you, and let you know that it was really cool of you to turn down Daysi Doll’s offer to come down and interfere in my match against her baby girl, Joan Jett. But at the same time I am a bit befuddled.”
HAWKINS: “What do you mean?”
HAVOK: ”It’s no secret that Daysi has some pull around here. How? I have no idea. Maybe it’s the tits. But, I do have to ask… Why? Why’d you turn her down? Anyone who’s young, up and coming, and hungry for gold like yourself, would have taken the offer. But, why did you refuse?”
HAWKINS: “Well, there are quite a few reasons why. Number one, as much as I kinda like Daysi..there is one thing her and I need to get straight. I don’t do anything for anybody except myself. Nobody tells Griffin Hawkins what to do. So she can go find some other gullible bastard to do her dirty work..cause it’s not my style.”
HAVOK: ”You’re your own man, I like that. Too many people have been swayed by her promises of status and moving up the ladder and I’m glad you’re not one of them.”
HAWKINS: “Despite what she might think I want, I don’t fight for fame, the money, the girls, the recognition or any of that. I fight to be the best this business has to offer, which brings me to another reason I turned her down. See, I got respect for you and where you brought yourself from. And it may sound old school, but I respect what that title around your shoulder stands for. And I am not going to disrespect it by running down and screwing you out of your match.”
HAVOK: ”Well, I can appreciate all that. But, are you sure this is the title you want to gun for? Having to wrestle in Extreme Matches every night of the week? Having the whole roster gunning for you? Destroying your body just to survive the match? Is that what you really want Griffin?”
HAWKINS: “Yeah..it is what I want. See, this isn’t my first Barbecue, I have wrestled in these type of matches before. I put my body on the line just to win. I’ve been in Bar Room brawls, Street Fights, back alley fights, Parking Lot Brawls, I’ve been through it all and nobody has been able to keep me down. So yes..this is what I want. And the first opportunity I get at your belt, I’m gonna take it.”
HAVOK: ”Just what I wanted to hear. I’m not doubting your abilities at all, Hawkins. In fact, I look forward to our eventual match. It’s about time I get a new challenger, other than that bitch, Mannie Romero. But, if you want to prove to me that you’re a worthy choice for a number one contender, prove it by knocking off Tara Blackhart in your Extreme Rules match tonight. She looks just as hungry as you are.”
HAWKINS: “That won’t be a problem. Good luck in your match with Wilder tonight dude.”
HAVOK: ”Thanks, same to you. “
JOHNSON:” What a night we have had so far, Vinny. A ten person elimination match, an extreme rules match, and the night is still young.”
VASSA:” You said it, Steve. We have more extreme rules matches on deck, a tag match, and a match to determine the next contender for the South-West Heavyweight Championship.”
JOHNSON:” Indeed. This place is flooded with great talent and it is all on display here in Phoenix, Arizona. “
YOUNG:” How’s everyone doing tonight, here in Phoenix, Arizona?! “
JOHNSON:” Rumors flying around that he may be hanging his boots up, Vinny. “
VASSA:” He needs to. “
YOUNG:” First and foremost, I just want to say that it is great to be our here in Phoenix. With that being said, many of you that follow me on social media may already know that I have accepted a management position within 4CW. Which means that I’ll be trading in my wrestling boots for a pair of dress shoes. “
YOUNG:” I know that may be an unpopular decision, but when you’re given the opportunity to work behind the scenes within the best promotion in the world, you take it. While I have been successful in the ring, I know I can be just as successful outside of the ring. “
JOHNSON:” I remember reading that on his twitter account, Vinny. “
VASSA:” What’s twitter? “
YOUNG:” Given my knowledge of the business and the fact that I still compete, Wallace and company were willing to give me a shot. I will be working with the talent, apart of the talent relations department, which is needed given the large influx of talent here recently. “
JOHNSON:” A pretty good steal for 4CW and as the roster grows so does management. “
YOUNG:” Tonight will be my last night competing under the 4CW banner, but fear not, because my contract gives me the option to compete outside of the company. I promise that tonight will not be the last night you see me handing down lessons in respect. With that being said, see you tonight, Johnny Rebel. “
JOHNSON:” Pretty big news and this company keeps on growing. I love it. We will see Young in action tonight as he takes on Johnny Rebel who had an impressive debut two weeks ago. “
VASSA:” It’s unfortunate that Khris will have to leave the company with a loss, but it is what it is. “
JOHNSON:” Did you listen to anything he just said? “
VASSA:” Huh? “
JOHNSON:” Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next, we’ll be seeing Kerin Monroe taking on RAFAEL in yet another extreme rules match. Don’t go away! “
DOLL: ”Seriously!? Jason. I thought we had a deal, it seemed like we had an agreement. I’m fine with you winning the match, congrats but we agreed that you wouldn’t hurt my son and…What did you do? You slammed his head into that mat with that…DDT! Now Jason, I just thought that the two of us could have been friends or even more than that. But you had to go and do that didn’t you? Even more so you sent Shane right into me. That better have been an accident, my ankle still hurts.”
SANITY: “First off, quit being a baby. You sound like Shane Borderland with your bitching and moaning. Second, we didn’t have a deal. I said I’d think about your offer. I thought about it and decided not to accept it.”
SANITY: “It’s time to face facts, Daysi. Your son’s got a loooooong ways to go before he’s ready to wear championship gold around here. Maybe one day he’ll be worthy of me throwing him a bone, but not now. Not yet. Until then…”
SANITY: “Shake your saggy tits in someone else’s face.”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
RAFAEL VS. KERIN MONROE
Those words gently soothed themselves into the theatre the very moment after the ring announcer declared Rafael’s name and the people attendance are left to mumble, cheer and boo as – throughout the next forty seconds – all they were getting was a rather unique cover of Linkin Park’s “In The End.”
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. RRAAFFAAEELL!!!”
“What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when”
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”I TRIED SO HARD”The moment those last four words boom through the sound system that the Brazilian male comes out to a relatively mixed response from the crowd tonight before immediately deciding begins to make his way down the ramp. With his hood up all the camera could see of his face is not enough to tell if he is confident or nervous. Once arriving at ringside this Rafael slid under the bottom rope and approached the furthest corner. After ascending up it Rafael flung his hands up to throw his hood off his head, revealing his determined yet sure-assured eyes in the process, before flinging both hands out to the sides and shouting out the word “phenomenon.” After doing so Rafael springs off, land on his feet and spins around before leaning back against the corner with probably one of the most relaxed expressions ever seen in a wrestling ring.
VASSA: ”Next up is another extreme rules match to kick start the division!”
JOHNSON: ”RAFAEL will be making his debut tonight against one tough cookie, Kerin Monroe.”
VASSA: ”She had a successful debut two weeks ago at Fright Night.”
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Manchester, United Kngdom, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, nine inches tall. She is “The Poison Princess”, KERIN MONROE!!!”
VASSA: ”there she is! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this beauty!”
JOHNSON: ”She did make a big splash in the pond a few weeks ago at Fright Night.”
VASSA: ”Just, look at her…”
JOHNSON: ”We’ll have plenty of time to watch her as the ref is ready to get this match underway.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Before the bell can even silence, RAFAEL darts out of his corner and runs towards Kerin. Catching her off guard, he backs her into the corner with an all out assault. Connecting with punch after punch, he then hits her with a European uppercut that sends her head slamming against the turnbuckle. He then grabs her by the hair and slams her head into the turnbuckle over and over while the ref stands back and watches. He then backs up and pulls her along before swinging her by the hair and tossing her into the center of the ring. As she hits the canvas, she rolls over to her stomach and quickly pushes herself up. Just as she stands, RAFAEL is right there to deliver a swift kick side of her thigh. He then lunges forward and connects with right forearm to the side of her head. Kerin stumbles backwards and hits the ropes. Before she can even bounce back, RAFAEL gets up close and personal with a running clothesline that flips her up and over the top rope. Just as Kerin slams against the hard floor below, RAFAEL grabs the top rope and vaults himself up and over. Flying through the air, he comes down on Kerin with a diving knee drop to the chest.
JOHNSON: ”This match is just getting started and we’ve already found our way to the outside of the ring.”
VASSA: ”This is what I want to see with these extreme rules matches. I love chaos!”
VASSA: ”She’s going to have a brutal headache in the morning after those two kisses from that steel barricade!”
JOHNSON: ”Her whole body is going to be sore after that.”
VASSA: ”I just love to see the ref standing by in a match like this and watching without a care in the world.”
JOHNSON: ”He has to officiate the match.”
VASSA: ”No he doesn’t! There aren’t any rules to be enforced!”
JOHNSON: ”Who’s going to make the pin count?”
VASSA: ”I didn’t think about that…”
VASSA: ”What the hell is that?”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like he pulled out a pipe or something from underneath the ring.”
VASSA: ”With all of these extreme matches in the lineup tonight, you have to wonder if the ringside crew left that behind after assembling the ring on purpose.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s a mystery for another time, Vinny.”
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JOHNSON: ”She kicks out!”
VASSA: ”That was a close one! I thought she was surely out for the count.”
VASSA: ”She better think of something quick because right now this match could take a turn for the worse at any given moment.”
JOHNSON: ”The Beauty Mark!”
VASSA: ”I’m sure she has plenty of those!”
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VASSA: ”This one’s over!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Your winner by pin fall, KERIN MMOONNRROOEE!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Well, that was a quick turn of events.”
VASSA: ”I have a feeling that our extreme division is about to take off for the stars!”
JOHNSON: ”We’ll be right back folks. We’re going to go backstage for a moment as we clear the ring for our next contest.”
BLANKENSHIP: ”Do you mind? We are in a private conversation. What do you really need from us?”
HOLLISTER: ”Look, I understand that you want to know every detail about us. I get it, we are the talk of the town and you all want an inside scoop. Well, I just have one thing for your inside scoop. The Carnival will be met with a ROYAL FLUSH!!!”
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
QUEENS INCORPORATED VS. THE CARNIVAL
JOHNSON: ”Up next may be the match I’m most looking forward to tonight…”
VASSA: ”A tornado tag match?”
JOHNSON: ”Both teams have so much at stake. Mike Harrison and Equinox came so close to becoming the tag team champions. It came down to Brian Hollywood and Mike Harrison, but Hollywood managed to get Harrison through the table.”
VASSA: ”So…”
JOHNSON: ”Well that was a step backwards and if they want another shot they’re first going to have to go through two ladies who have distanced themselves from the seemingly doomed grouping of the All Stars.”
VASSA: ”Smartest thing these two women could do was cut the dead weight and go off on their own.”
JOHNSON: ”And what better way to prove that was the right move then by defeating the previous number one contenders for the 4CW Tag Team Championships?”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under tornado tag team rules.”
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied to the ring by Courtney Sharpless and Ursula Palmer. At a total combined weight of none of your damn business, please welcome “Queen of Cards” Sydney Hollister and the “country queen” Natasha Blankenship, they are Queens Incorporated.”
POWERS: ”And their opponents…First weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from St Louis, Missouri…The Charismatic Renegade…EQUINOX!!”
POWERS: ”…And his partner…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds…from Blackpool, England but currently residing in Malibu, California…The Lionheart…MIKE HARRISON!!”
JOHNSON: ”Well all four will be in the ring at the same time. Should be interesting to see how this pans out.”
VASSA: ”These teams are used to tagging in and out of matches. Getting some rest and being able to control the pace of the action. That’s not going to happen here tonight.”
DING! DING! DING!
All four competitors storm the center of the ring. Equinox and Sydney Hollister begin exchanging blows as Mike Harrison and Natasha Blankenship lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Harrison shoves Blankenship back into the corner and begins teeing off with a combination of kicks to the midsection and legs. Hollister cracks Equinox with a stiff forearm shot to the mouth, freeing her up for a moment. She turns to help out her partner in the corner but Equinox explodes and hits her with a roaring elbow from behind that flattens her down to the mat. Harrison turns momentarily to see the commotion and then turns back towards Blankenship. Blankenship pops out of the corner and takes Harrison down with a clothesline. She then stumbles towards Equinox who kicks her in the gut and then slams her face first into the canvass with a sit out face buster. Equinox tries to drop down for a quick cover but Natasha rolls out of the ring. Sydney joins her partner and the two stand side by side, licking their early wounds.
JOHNSON: ”Sydney and Natasha are going to be overpowered. They’ll have to find another way to win this match.”
VASSA: ”They may not get that chance. I think we’re about to see some flying…”
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Sydney Hollister kicks out much to the surprise of Mike Harrison.
JOHNSON: ”Natasha needs to get up and get into this match if Queens Incorporated is going to get back into this match.”
VASSA: ”Easier said then done…”
JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to open things up!”
VASSA: ”That’s the problem with tornado tag matches. There is no structure. Your head needs to be on a swivel!”
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Harrison kicks out and the two ladies begin stomping away at him as he tries to cover up.
JOHNSON: ”A tough double DDT but Harrison knows that if he wants another shot at New Gen Rising, the road starts right here.”
VASSA: ”It sure as hell can be done. But they need to focus on Queens Incorporated first. If they look too far ahead, this will be the upset of the night!”
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Equinox powers out and staggers to his knees.
JOHNSON: ”They’re on the verge of stealing this one from The Carnival!”
VASSA: ”They’ve got to do something a bit more impactful then a double suplex if they’re going to put the former number one contenders away.”
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Sydney manages to reach up and grab Harrison’s foot, dragging him off of Natasha before the three count.
JOHNSON: ”And Sydney just injected her team with a shot of life.”
VASSA: ”It’s going to have to be soon. I think The Carnival is on the verge of running away with this thing.”
VASSA: ”Steve, the phantom is back!”
JOHNSON: ”The phantom?”
VASSA: ”Yeah, like the Phantom of the Opera?”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about that, Vinnie, but you might not be too far off. I just got word that when security got up into the catwalks, they didn’t find anyone up there.”
VASSA: ”Ooo, the mystery deepens.”
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Harrison slides into the ring and breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of Natasha. Harrison lifts Natasha up and shoves her head between his legs before wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifts her up for a power bomb and Equinox stands ready to do his part by hitting a double knee back breaker. While in the air Natasha fights by punching Harrison in the head. She quickly rolls down his back and gets him with a sunset flip but Equinox kicks her before the ref could even drop down to count.
JOHNSON: ”Natasha is going to catch these guys off guard if she keeps countering with rollups.”
VASSA: ”If not for Harrison, I think that crucifix had Equinox pinned!”
DING! DING! DING!
:JOHNSON ”Mike Harrison just forced Natasha Blankenship to tap! The Carnival has won this tornado tag match!”
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, by submission…Equinox…Mike Harrison…THE CARNIVAL!!”
That woman was Jessica Black.
And she passed the reporter as if she didn’t see him waiting for her.
HARTMAN: “JB! Hey JB!”
BLACK: “What is it, Hartman?”
HARTMAN: “I just want to get your thoughts on fighting both Roxi and Jair in the three-way dance, tonight.”
BLACK: “My thoughts? I only have one thought in my head, tonight, and that’s ‘win’.”
HARTMAN: “But you’re up against two of the top wrestlers in the company…”
BLACK: “I’m Jessica Black and I’m second to none! Trust me, when my music hits and I’m walking down to that ring, this Lady Gangster’s gonna stomp down two of the top wrestlers in this company, I’m gonna pin one down and choke out the other, and then when I’m done kicking asses, I’m gonna walk out of this place the Number one Contender for that gaudy sumbitch wrapped around Jason Cashe’s waist.”
HARTMAN: “Speaking of Jason, you said in your most recent promo that Roxi can’t beat him, but…you never beat him either.”
BLACK: “Yeah? Well, Hartman, you keep on being a Negative Nancy and I’ll slap the yellow off your teeth. Now, sure…Cashe keeps getting the win over me every time I step into the ring against him, but think about this: he’s never pinned me, and he’s never made me tap. Jason knows he can’t beat me legit on his best day. After I’m named the number one contender I’m gonna fight him again, and on his best day or his worst I’m gonna stomp his toothless ass down for five full minutes. Again.”
HARTMAN: “But what guarantee is there you can get the win over him this time? Assuming you walk out the number…one…contender…”
And she did.
BLACK: “Didn’t I say I’d slap you, Negative Nancy?”
BLACK: *shaking her head as she entered the building, speaking to herself* ”Some people just don’t listen…!”
EXTREME RULES MATCH MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS. TARA BLACKHART
POWERS: ”The following extreme rules contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Brooke McQueen, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in around 227 lbs…please welcome the “The Rock Soldier” Griffin Hawkins”
VASSA: ”Here comes another rock wanna be who thinks just because he rocks out on a stage that he can make it here in 4 Corners Wrestling.”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin has been impressive thus far in his career but he will be tested.”
POWERS: ”And introducing his opponent from El Paso, Texas, she is accompanied to the ring by Lilly Rose. She is Tara Blackhart.”
JOHNSON: ”I guess Griffin is scared.”
VASSA: ”Tara seems a little confused.”
VASSA: ”Where exactly is Griffin going? He does know the match can’t start until the ref rings the bell.”
JOHNSON: ”I have no idea but Tara is getting out of the ring as well.”
VASSA: ”I think Griffin wanted to go get some toys from the back.”
JOHNSON: ”So what, let see if these get any use.”
VASSA: ”Someone must have ran a red light”
JOHNSON: ”This match is already getting a little extreme.”
JOHNSON: ”That water smells awful.”
VASSA: ”What do you expect? It’s probably from some poor janitor who just got finished mopping up something.”
VASSA: ”Where is the damn referee?”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe he got lost”
JOHNSON: ”That looks painful!”
VASSA: ”Someone is going to be mopped up.”
JOHNSON: ”Shot in the dark. This one is over.”
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The bell rings as Griffin rolls off of Tara while Brooke checks on her client. Lilly Rose gets into the ring as she checks on Tara.
VASSA: ”What a match? Griffin got the win but boy was it close.”
JOHNSON: ”Tara shouldn’t be mad. She is extremely talented. She will bounce back.”
GABRIEL HARTMAN: ”Hi Alonzo”
ALONZO GOMEZ: ”Rumor has it you are searching for Dustin James Holt. Is this true?”
GABRIEL HARTMAN: ”Yes, do you have any idea where I can find him?”
ALONZO GOMEZ: ”If you value your life then please stop searching for him. Dustin James Holt will speak when he sees fit. Trust me, he is one person who could make you go missing without any trace whatsoever. Now go back to your regular job and leave him alone. The Man of Fear will turn your nightmares into reality. Just know, he will begin his new reign of terror next Adrenaline.”
ALONZO GOMEZ: ”Did I do a good job?”
DUSTIN JAMES HOLT: ”You did a superb job Alonzo. Now everyone will be wondering who is my first target. It’s no secret who my final target will be. Jason Cashe, you will soon find yourself standing across the ring from me and when you do. That South-West Championship will be mine. Until then, I will take all those who oppose me. The Psycho Cometh!!!!”
As all attention turns to him, he begins to strut around the ring, like a peacock with the prettiest feathers. His grin never leaves his face as he switches between looking out at the audience and glancing down at the 4CW Pride championship which resides over his left shoulder.
SANITY: “Fright Night has come and gone, and look who’s still wearing the title?”
SANITY: “Oh come on. You all knew what was going to happen. I mean, on one hand we’ve got Jett Wilder. Brash kid, kind of cocky, but completely in over his head. Hell, if it weren’t for his dirty trashbag of a mom, he’d have been irrelevant weeks ago.”
SANITY: “Thought you’d like that. In any case, it’s back to square one for Jett Wilder. And whether or not Daysi Doll feels slighted because she presumed an agreement that wasn’t actually there, I don’t really give a rat’s ass. Jett Wilder had two shots to win the Pride title, and both times he blew it. Now he’s gotta go to the back of the line and earn himself another shot.”
SANITY: “Or he can just wait for his mom to suck off Perry Wallace again. But I think even Perry Wallace understands that granting that half-pint nitwit another title shot this soon would be a ratings nightmare for the company.”
SANITY: “Speaking of not coming near this title anytime soon, I wonder how my friend Shane Borderland is feeling right about now. That’s twice we’ve faced off for the Pride championship, and that’s twice I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I’m better than him. The fact that Borderland’s been quiet this past little while proves he knows it.”
SANITY: “But really, the only person surprised by the outcome is Shane Borderland. Every other person who understands the first thing about wrestling knew I’d be walking out of there with the title still around my waist. Shane just needed his own version of a cold shock of reality.”
SANITY: “Which leads me to this. Just like Jett Wilder, Shane Borderland has used up all his title shots. He’s tried and failed twice to win it. So just like Wilder, Shane can go to the back of the line and actually prove he deserves another shot. You know, beat someone of note, actually win a match, that sort of thing. Until then, I will not … and I repeat will NOT … grant him another title shot. Because quite frankly, I’m getting bored beating him every time we meet in the ring.”
SANITY: “And speaking of unworthy, tonight I’m gonna be facing someone else who seems to have jumped the line. La’Renzo ‘Flipp’ Porter. Apparently it’s 4CW policy to be granted prime match opportunities if you lose a lot. First, you’ve got Jett Wilder and Shane Borderland getting a million shots at my title, despite the fact neither guy’s seen the win column in months prior to facing one another — where one of them had to win. But now I’m up against a guy whose claim to fame is almost — ALMOST — beating someone. Oh, and did I mention that he lost to that same someone in their rematch?”
SANITY: “Flipp … can I call you Flipp? Flipp, it seems the powers-that-be have decided you’re going to be my new Shane Borderland. You’re going to be the guy who gets rewarded for being utterly mediocre by getting shot after shot at me. But I’ve got another idea. When I beat you tonight, I’m going to make it impossible for Wallace and anyone else whispering in his ear from giving you something you haven’t yet earned.”
SANITY: “Flipp, earlier tonight I decided to get ‘in your face’. I wanted an up and close look at who Perry Wallace decided to book me against. Gotta be honest. I wasn’t impressed. What I saw was someone with a way too big ego for someone who hasn’t accomplished a damn thing in 4CW.”
SANITY: “You see, you gotta earn a chance at this belt. I really don’t know where Wallace’s head was at when he booked this match. But I see it as my duty as Pride champion to weed out the unworthy, to separate the contenders from the pretenders. Tonight, we’ll see which category you fit in. I got my suspicions, but hey, never say never, right?”
SANITY: “See you in the ring later, Flipp. Bring your ‘A’ game or don’t bother showing up at all. After Jett Wilder and Shane Borderland, I’m all out of patience with inferior opponents wasting my precious time.”
FLIPP: “Man who at my door?”
FLIPP: “Brah.”
FLIPP: “Oh Mr. Morrison. Thought you was an interviewer or something.”
MORRISON: ”Furthest thing from it…I wanted to stop by to make sure you’re head is on straight. I saw you’re little spat with Jason Sanity earlier tonight…”
FLIPP: “Right now he’s getting to me man. I don’t like that. He tryna get inside my head. It’s working on the low.”
MORRISON: ”That’s exactly what he’s trying to do. You’re young, you don’t even have a handful of matches under your belt yet. He’s trying to take advantage of your inexperience by winning the mental aspect of your match…”
MORRISON: ”Listen Flipp, you were scheduled in this match tonight because we have all the belief in the world that you belong in the ring with Sanity, perhaps even capable of beating him. The ability is there. Don’t defeat yourself before you go to the ring up here.”
FLIPP: “Think.”
FLIPP: “You right Mr. Morrison. I need to think. I can’t let Sanity get to me. This match is too big tonight. It’s a statement match and that’s what I need right now heading foward in four c dub..”
MORRISON: ”Just go out there and let your natural talent lead the way. I’m more than certain that you can hang with our Pride champ!”
FLIPP: “Damn right I can. Sanity can try and keep getting in my head before the bout tonight. I’m good now. Was a lil upset but I’m good now thanks to you Mr. Morrison.”
KHRIS YOUNG VS. JOHNNY REBEL
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for ONE Fall and will be a No Count Out Competition! Introducing FIRST!! Hailing fromWinnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, he is “The International Phenom, KHRIS YOUUUUNG!!
“Invest time, invest life
invest it all, reinvent yourself.
before you know it,
your essence is renewed with something fresh.”
With that, Khris Young steps out from the back with a huge smile on his face. He walks out rather slowly and enters the spotlight. Young looks out at the cheering fans. A few boos can be heard, but Young just looks out at the crowd to the left and starts clapping. He switches his focus to the right and claps for them. Young walks down the ramp singing Built To Last as he slaps the hands of some of the fans.“let’s not praise the past, just a fact
Built to last
old school into the new
doesn’t mean shit if your heart ain’t true”
Young reaches the base of the ring, climbs the steps and looks out at the fans once more before wiping his feet on the apron and climbing into the ring. Young bounces off the ropes a couple times before stretching and swinging his arms back and forth.
VASSA: ”Talking about impressive. That’s exactly what Khris Young is.”
JOHNSON: ”No doubt. He’s coming off of a grueling win over Lo’Renzo Porter at Fright Night, picking up his first Four Corner Wrestling victory.”
VASSA: ”But you have to be excited about this matchup here tonight. Veteran verus Vereran. This should be good.”
POWERS: ”And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds, from Chicago, Illinois…JOHNNNNNY REBBBEEEEL!!”
#IT’S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!
The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.
VASSA: ”And we’re ready to do this.”
As the bell tolls both men circle the ring eyes placed on one another before Khris Young darts across the ring looking to wrap up with Rebel but Rebel easily brushes Khris off of him. Khris staying on the attack and trying to wrap up with Rebel once more, this time being able to wrap his arms around Rebel’s waist but Rebel peels back with an elbow to Khris’s chin, Khris letting go of the hold ailing to his face. Rebel wastes no time finding offense, grabbing Khris by the head before lifting it up with a knee to the face that sends Khris to the mat.
The fans feeling what Khris felt as faces wince up. Not wanting to give Khris anytime to breathe Rebel stays on the hunt bringing Khris back to his feet and hitting him with another elbow. This time Khris falls back into the ropes, not bouncing off, Rebel looking for a Clothesline to send Young over the ropes but Khris ducks under it at the last second. With Rebel’s back turnt Khris rips a thunderous knee kick to the back of Rebel’s leg, Johnny almost dropping to a knee but holding himself up with the ropes. Khris delivers another kick to the leg but Rebel doesn’t go down again.
VASSA: ”Those kicks are deadly! I don’t know if he can take another one of those.”
With Rebel down Young prounces on top of him and places Rebel in a Crossface. Rebel immediately reaching his hand out for the nearest ropes but it’s a few inches away. Khris not wanting to give Rebel any room puts some more strength into the lock, Rebel still reaching out for the ropes being able to muster some strength himself and get his body situated to where he’s able to get two fingers on the ropes. The ref stepping in to break up the hold.
VASSA: ”Johnny got two fingers on the ropes!!”
JOHNSON: ”They need to change the rules. You should need more than two fingers for the ref to break the hold.”
JOHNSON: ”Khris has really been applying some pressure.”
VASSA: ”He’s been much quicker to the point than Rebel.”
VASSA: ”Rebel has that Figure Four locked in pretty tight.”
JOHNSON: ”Knowing the resilient Khris Young he’ll be able to find his way out of it.”
VASSA: ”He better or he knows it’s over!!”
VASSA: ”Such an impressive move by the International Phenom.”
JOHNSON: ”Not enough to hold Johnny Rebel down though.”
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KICKOUT!
Young got the shoulder up. Rebel wastes no time getting Young back to his feet, pins him up against the ropes and slapping him across the chest, the crowd welping. Rebel lifts his arm up once more a delivers another loud smack across Young’s chest before faking the whip across the ring and pulling Young into his chest and planting him back to the mat with Standing Suplex into a Brainbuster. Rebel gets to his feet and hits Young with an Elbow Drop followed by another before stepping up the ropes and landing another Elbow Drop, Khris flipping to his back aiding to his face.
With the momentum fully on Rebel’s side he taunts the crowd receiving nothing but boos. He smiles, liting Khris back to his feet and hitting him with a punch to the gut, Young bending over and Rebel putting him in position for The Putdown. Rebel leaps up looking for the finish but Young is able to escape.
VASSA: ”Great escape by Khris!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh yeah, Rebel was seconds away from possibly finishing Khris off!!
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DING! DING! DING!
Young gets to his feet while holding his arm with one hand raised as the crowd lets out some cheers and boos as “Built To Last” by Rise Against begins to play.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, by way of pinfall..KHRIS YOUNG!!”
JOHNSON: ”What a back and forth match this was? But it’s Khris Young whose able to pull off the win here tonight.”
VASSA: ”He’s on a little roll right now and has been looking pretty damn good.”
JOHNSON: ”The International Phenom is putting 4CW on notice.”
CASHE: “How much money do I have, maybe they’ll take a bribe?”
VOICE: Having some trouble there, buddy?”
CASHE: “I don’t have time for this, back the fuck up or I’m going to hit you…Repeatedly.”
HAVOK: “I told you on Twitter, after Fright Night, I was going to look your way. Now, would you look at this? Here we are, old rivals, face to face, after Fright Night. You… You’ve never liked me, have you, Jason? No need to respond, I know the answer. In all honesty, the feeling has been mostly mutual. Although there IS a slight level of respect, somewhere between us. Right?”
CASHE: “Psh, not much. What do you want? Did you come looking for that fight cause we can throw down…”
HAVOK: “I think our time to fight will come soon enough. But, right now? No. Right now, there seems to be a bigger desire. Wouldn’t you agree, champ? Like, oh, I don’t know, maybe getting inside the building? I might be able to help you with that, actually. I mean, you… You DO want inside, correct?”
CASHE: “Yeah, I do. The last time I was in this building I was defeated by Jason Phoenix for the Southwest Championship. That’s a memory that NEEDS to be rewritten. Getting in that building puts me closer to doing that but…I don’t want to be apart of some Magic act or dye my hair…You can keep that shit!”
HAVOK: “Cute, real cute. The ONE guy who comes to help, and you make jokes? You should probably look in the mirror, sometime soon. As a matter of fact, you know what? Forget it, find your own way in. I was only out here to mess with you, anyways. I mean, I WAS open to possibly helping you, but, now?… Fuck a whole bunch of you.”
CASHE: “Yeah forget it…I have my own idea now!”
HAVOK: You want to fight me? Really? Right here, right now? Fine with me, dipshit, let’s do this!”
CASHE: “If I’m kicking your ass, they’ll come to break it up. That’s when I make my move to the door. So if I have to drop you to make that happen, let’s scrap buddy boy!”
HAVOK: “Now’s your chance, you’re welcome.”
CASHE: “For what? You ain’t done shit, I was kicking YOUR ass…”
LO’RENZO PORTER VS. JASON SANITY
JOHNSON:” This has been a night for the extreme, but as we just saw Johnny Rebel go at it with Khris Young, we’ll be seeing Young’s foe from two weeks ago, Flipp Porter, take on the Pride Champion in Jason Sanity. “
VASSA:” Very big step up in competition for Flipp Porter. Sanity has been pretty flawless. “
JOHNSON:” He has, but Flipp has caught some eyes. Hopefully Sanity doesn’t take him lightly. “
POWERS:” The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, from St. Matthews, South Carolina…La’Renzo ‘FLIPP’ Porter!! “
JOHNSON:” You gotta believe that Flipp is coming into this match with a ton of confidence. “
VASSA:” What kind of name is Flipp, Steve? “
JOHNSON:” Shut up. “
The entrance way lights up as “Come with me” by Puff Daddy roars over the theatre speakers. Two white spotlights focus on the entrance, the curtain pulls aside, and out walks Jason Sanity. Dressed in his familiar black hooded sleeveless sweatshirt with the hood up, he pauses at the entrance and raises both arms in the air, fists clenched tight.
POWERS:” “Making his way to the ring … from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred thirty one pounds … He is … JASON SANITY!”
JOHNSON:” Here we go! “
Flipp is turned around, talking to a fan at ringside when he is bull rushed by Jason Sanity. Sanity hits him with an axe handle smash from behind and immediately turns him around and slaps him across the chest a few times causing the fans to let out some “oohhhhhs.” Sanity hits him with a knee in the mid section before slinging him across to the opposite corner. Sanity follows it up with a high velocity clothesline and puts him on his backside with a snapmare. He follows it up with a kick to the spine.
JOHNSON:” Sanity is showing that champion mentality here in the early going. “
VASSA:” This is why he was taking Flipp lightly, Steve. “
JOHNSON:” The Pride Champion better take this one back to the ring. Can’t win out there. “
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JOHNSON:”And Flipp gets the shoulder up! “
JOHNSON:” Flipp ducks the clothesline! “
VASSA:” Did you hear that, Steve?! “
JOHNSON:” I heard it and that was exactly what Flipp needed to turn this around. Both men are down. “
JOHNSON:” Nice athleticism shown from Porter. “
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JOHNSON:” Sanity is slow to get to his feet. “
VASSA:” Flipp is up and is looking to continue the offense. “
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Sanity throws the shoulder up much to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Flipp gets to his feet and looks around at the fans while shaking his head. He goes to pick Sanity up, but Sanity grabs him by the back of his head and hits a chin buster. Flipp bounces backwards as Sanity shakes away the cobwebs. Sanity runs at a staggering Flipp, but Flipp ducks the attack. Sanity hits the other side and bounces off as Flipp hoists him up on his shoulders. Flipp shifts him and drops him with a samoan driver. Flipp keeps the leg back for the pin.
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JOHNSON:” What an impact! “
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VASSA:” Sanity with a burst! Shew! “
VASSA:” Sanity just outsmarted Flipp there. That’s why he’s the champion, Steve! “
JOHNSON:” This could be it, Vinny! Fllipp is good with his submissions! “
VASSA:” There’s no way that Sanity taps out! “
VASSA:” He didn’t break the hold. That’s illegal. “
JOHNSON:” Give me a break. “
JOHNSON:” What a thud! “
VASSA:” What is he doing?! “
JOHNSON:” He may be looking for that reverse frankensteiner, Vinny.”
VASSA:” Sanitizer!! “
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THR…KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:” What a match! Flipp kicks out and this one will continue!”
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON:” Flipp has done it! He has upset the Pride Champion!”
VASSA:” No! That was a two count! Come on! “
POWERS:” The winner of this match…Flipp Porter!! “
JOHNSON:” A huge win for Flipp and I don’t even think he can believe it!”
VASSA:” This is ridiculous.”
JOHNSON:” Regardless of what you think, Vinny, Flipp picks up a win over the current Pride Champion. “
JOHNSON: ”I wish we had more information on what this person’s agenda here tonight but our security team has been unable to locate this visitor.”
VASSA: ”It’s a ghost wrestler!”
JOHNSON: ”Would you be serious, Vinnie? Fans, one thing is clear about this hooded figure. It wanted our attention and they got it.”
WALLACE:
ALEC: ”I almost forgot how funny you were Wally, but it’s real a shame though that you won’t be able to remember it nether!”
WALLACE: ”Well I thought you might feel that Alec and that’s why I brought some friends out here with me to make sure that my show continues on without a hiccup, so if you would excuse me now but I have more important issues to handle at the moment.”
ALEC: ”Where the fuck do you think that you’re going Wally?”
SALIERI: ”I wouldn’t go any further if I were you Asshole!”
ALEC: ”Speaking of Pussies, how is your Mother?”
SALIERI: ”She’s about as tender as your face is going to be when I finish pounding it inward!”
ALEC: ”That’s some Big-Talk coming from behind them Mikey but why don’t you remove them so I can finish you?”
WALLACE: ”Quartermain!”
ALEC: ”WHAT?”
WALLACE: ”I already know what you want Buddy but if you want it though, then you’re going to listen to me…”
ALEC: ”You got 1 minute Wally before I destroy every fucking thing that’s standing in my way to getting to You, Havok, and Wilder…
WALLACE: ”Alright Alec; Well since you want to fight so bad then I guess you won’t have a problem of proving yourself to me?”
ALEC: ”Nope!”
WALLACE: ”Then it’s settled… On November 26th in Denver, Colorado… You Alec Quartermain will wrestle… “
ALEC: ”Wrestle Who?”
WALLACE: ”Frankly I could give a damn about who it is Alec but if you do impress me with whomever you face then that’s when I will consider your grievances…”
ALEC: ”You got to be out of fucking your mind if you actually think that I’m going to go for that Bullshit offer!”
WALLACE: ”Take It, Leave It, I really don’t give a shit but nevertheless we are done here tonight… “
SATIVA NEVAEH: “Sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. I had business to attend to that superseded. But, fear not, I SHALL be in attendance in Colorado. I mean, who else should be at that show? It kinda lends itself to be MY show really. But I digress. I have a little statement to make.”
SATIVA NEVAEH: “First off, I would like to congratulate the champions for retaining at Fright Night. Good for you, helps a stoner like me remember who to call out when I get back. Secondly, I would like to officially put Wallace and Morrison on notice. Stop fucking around and had out rewards to those who have earned them, namely me; not those who’s mommy blows you, namely Jett Wilder.
Now, I know what would be said, ‘But Sativa you lost at Fright Night.’ You’re right, I did. I got sloppy and that bimbo got lucky. Simple as that. Figured she wouldn’t be tough enough to pull something like that off after I brutalized her leg. By the way she was limping and favoring it who wouldn’t assume that. Well you all know what they say when you assume. Oh well, lesson learned and moving on. She better pray to whatever god she prays to that we don’t meet again, because the outcome will be totally different.”
SATIVA NEVAEH: “Now, I am putting the Champions on notice. I’m coming for you. I know you all don’t think I’m a challenge or I will even get a shot. Well, we know that Sanity ‘knows’ I won’t get one. Yet remember who beat you before you whipped Jett and Borderland. Remember that this ‘nobody’ beat you. Might make you hold on to that title a little tighter, knowing that I got your number. Hope and pray next time we meet it isn’t for the title.
Jett, Jett, Jett, do me a favor and tell your mother to keep my name out of her mouth. Seems like every time she opens her mouth either a dick is going in or my name is coming out. Shame she has to use me to stay relevant. Oh well, guess that’s the breaks when you are more successful than her son. Just know I haven’t forgotten about either of you and BOTH of you better watch your backs.”
SATIVA NEVAEH: “Four Corners, get ready, because you ain’t seen nothing yet. I plan on coming back from this little hiatus like a storm. No one will be safe from it either. Either bear down and strap in for the ride, or get the fuck out of town. The Ganja Goddess is coming back, and she is an angry Goddess.”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
JETT WILDER VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK
JOHNSON: ”Young Jett Wilder may be up against his biggest challenge yet in his young career in our headline matchup for the night.”
VASSA: ”Is this match supposed to be some kind of punishment? He’s just a kid and he’s stepping into Nathaniel Havok’s sick and twisted little world.”
JOHNSON: ”Well Vinny, punishment or not, this is a huge opportunity for him to put a string of tough losses aside. A win over the dominate Nathaniel Havok will surely wipe those sour memories away.”
VASSA: ”Not to mention, maybe put him inline for a title shot?”
JOHNSON: ”Perhaps…”
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Non-Title Extreme Rules match. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds. From Los Angeles, California. Being accompanied to the ring by Daysi Doll…JETT WILDER!”
Walking with that swag in his step he gets booed all the way as he heads down the ramp, ignoring the crowd and holding up his arms out at his side as he screams out,
“Its My Moment” as he walks around the ring where we rejoin Daysi now who is signing stuff at ringside as Jett walks behind her, the camera completely ignoring him for his mother as she signs shirts and other apparel at ringside as Wilder can be seen posing on the top rope in the background as he jumps down disappearing out of the camera angle until his opponent is ready to make their entrance.POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the 4CW EXTREME Champion and “Enforcer of Sorrow”, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Jett’s going to need a few tricks up his sleeve, he’s giving up nearly one hundred pounds to his opponent.”
VASSA: ”Yeah but Havok is going to have to contend with Daysi Doll. We’ve all seen that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to further her sons position.”
JOHNSON: ”That may not be enough to take out the 4CW Extreme Champion…”
DING! DING! DING!
As the opening bell sounds Havok charges across the ring and hits Wilder with a series of right hands, backing him into his corner. Wilder tries to cover up as Daysi Doll shouts to the ref about the closed fists that Havok is raining down onto her son with. The ref shrugs as he keeps a close eye on the action. Havok grabs Wilder by the wrist and whips him across the ring to the opposing corner. He quickly follows behind and crushes Wilder in the corner with a running corner clothesline. Havok steps back and allows for Wilder to stagger out of the corner before flipping him overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Wilder bounces off of the mat and rolls out of the ring under the ropes.
JOHNSON: ”Right away Nathaniel Havok is asserting himself as the more dominant of the two…”
VASSA: ”Well when you weigh a hundred pounds more than your opponent you should be the more physically imposing individual.”
ONE
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TWO
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Wilder kicks out and is instantly dragged up to his feet by Nathaniel Havok.
JOHNSON: ”It’s as if Havok knows he can push Wilder around.”
VASSA: ”Yeah but that kind of lackadaisical attitude can end up costing Havok big time. He needs to focus on simply just winning this match.”
JOHNSON: ”Daysi Doll is trying to stall for her son. This match could be over right now if Havok were able to try for the pinfall.”
VASSA: ”There’s no rules saying Daysi can’t check on her son. Hell there’s barely any rules to this match in itself.”
ONE
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Havok powers out before the ref could even close in on two.
JOHNSON: ”It’s going to take more than a bulldog to put away the Extreme champ.”
VASSA: ”But it’s a step in the right direction Steve. The opening moments of this contest looked as if this wasn’t going to be much of a match! Now, Wilder has an opening to take advantage of and sway things his way.”
VASSA: ”Wilder has something planned. Not sure what…”
JOHNSON: ”Well it looks like it involves a trash can.”
ONE
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TWO
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THR…
Havok manages to buck his hips hard enough to create separation between him and Jett Wilder.
JOHNSON: ”I thought that could have been it. I don’t know how Havok kicked out while being stuck inside that steel trash can.”
VASSA: ”Well he did. But he still needs to find a way to get back into this match.”
ONE
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TWO
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Havok kicks out once again! Wilder pounds on the match with both hands and shoots a glancing look towards his mother who’s trying to cheer him on.
JOHNSON: ”Moments like this, Jett needs to keep his cool. He’s got Havok reeling and he’s letting the frustrations of not being able to keep him down take over.”
VASSA: ”He’s leaving the door wide open for Havok…Such a shame because I think this is the most impressed I’ve been by Jett thus far in his career.”
ONE
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TWO
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THR…NO!
Havok barely gets a shoulder up, sending Wilder into a tirade. He stands up and begins kicking at the bottom rope while yelling at the referee.
JOHNSON: ”I thought that was it Vinny. I thought we had a huge upset on our hands.”
VASSA: ”Me too Steve. But it’s not and we still have a match going on.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe that witch can hop on that broom stick and fly the hell away.”
VASSA: ”Wow Steve…”
JOHNSON: ”That’s it! Reign of Terror!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!
DING! DING! DING!
JOHNSON: ”And Havok wins! This guys seems unbeatable when the rules are thrown out the window.
VASSA: ”He was just too much for Jett. The kid put up a good showing but didn’t have enough to keep Havok down.”
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner…the 4CW Extreme Champion…NATHANIEL HAVOK!!”
HARTMAN: “Hopkins…You got some back-up with you this week…”
HOPKINS: “Nah man, these aren’t my sidekicks or my ‘roadies’. Since day one, we’ve been like brothers. We’ve gone through a lot and well in these days and times, you gotta’ keep ya’ family closer, ya dig?”
HARTMAN: “Certainly.”
HOPKINS: “They gonna’ be with me throughout this long journey. Which leads into what is about to come in a few minutes.”
HARTMAN: “Right, I want to ask you your thoughts on this three way with you, Roxi Johnson and Jessica Black. What’s your strategy?”
HOPKINS: “The strategy like every other night is to fight to stay alive … survive the mayhem. All three of us are coming off one of the most brutal contests in 4CW’s history with that War Zone match. All three of us are still banged up yet here we are with another opportunity to be the number one contender to grab that ever-elusive South West Heavyweight Championship from Jason Cashe.”
HARTMAN: “Yes, you and Jason Cashe, much of the talk has been about the possibility of you two meeting up once again.”
HOPKINS: “Yeah, I’ve heard the talk, the wants and all the immature hype. Fact is, this is number one. If I don’t somehow manage to beat both Roxi and Jessica tonight, I’ll be sitting in the back somewhere while they get the deserved hype. We all have our history with Cashe. I mean Roxi has been tenths of second close to beating him on several occassions. Jessica Black has taken it to Cashe as well. The history of all three of us against Cashe is thick as syrup. However if everything falls in place for me tonight … It’s game on. It’s all on the line tonight!”
HARTMAN: “Well there you have it. It’s all on the line tonight. Back to you at ringside.”
BORDERLAND: “I bet you are all wondering what I am doing out here? Well everyone has seen me try and become the Pride Champion here lately. I have been after that championship since it was announced. And for some odd reason, I keep coming up short.”
BORDERLAND: “Why don’t you people give it a rest already. You think you know more than I do about this sport? Please none of you could last a day in my shoes. NOW! Before I was rudely interrupted by these so called fans, Jason Sanity. You stole something that belongs to me and for the life of me I can’t seem to get it back! Well before your head swells up more than it already has, I am going to let you in on a little secret. It’s far from over my friend. You might think that just because you have beaten me numerous of times for that championship that I am just going to walk away? I don’t believe so. See the way I look at it, the last time we met inside that ring? Well let’s just say you had all you could stand. You was seconds away from being defeated and you want to know why? It’s because I am simply better than you, I know that, you know that, hell everyone knows that.”
BORDERLAND: “Now I have taken notice these past few weeks. We have gotten a lot of new talent strolling in here. So that brings me to my next subject. If there is anyone, anyone at all in that damn locker room that believes that they deserve a Pride Championshio title shot, please by all means come on out.”
BORDERLAND: “That’s exactly what I thought. See everyone knows that I am next in line Sanity. I don’t care if who thinks they are good enough, they have to get through me first. I mean there are some prospects though. I mean we have got people like Jett Wilder, La’Renzo Porter, Khris Young, and Stefan Raab. They all think that they are good enough to try and replace me. First off, none of you will replace me because they all know what kind of person that I am. Well maybe not Young and Porter, but if they step up, they will soon find out just how crazy I can become. They have all seen me struggle these past few months, maybe winning a little here and there. But that is going to change! See they all might be trying to establish a name for themselves, and that’s good. I have no problems with people doing that. But when it comes down to try and screwing me over? Well I have a big problem with that. See Sanity thinks he is the best in the damn world and I have got news for him. Luck is on that guys side, because I know that there is no way in hell that he is ever going to be better than me. Listen up to the people that think they are going to be potential threats to me and the Pride Championship. None of you have what it takes to derail me. I have been on Sanity’s ass since the moment he stole my championship. So you guys will have one hell of a fight on your hands if you try to steal my thunder, you got me? So what I am trying to say is, you have to go through me first before you will ever get closer than me towards the Pride Championship. I am the next one in line and i’ll be damned if anyone is going to screw that up for me. You got it? So Sanity, it’s just going to be you and me next time around. No mistakes, no lies, just two guys with so much hatred towards one another giving it their all. I know I have said this plenty of times now, but this time it’s really going to be different.”
HARTMAN: “John, John, I would like a few words if I might. You got a minute?”
BLADE: “Of course! I’m always available to make an appearance. I signed up for Make-A-Wish but they asked who I was. I said The CHAMP IS HER–“
HARTMAN: “Cashe!? What…What are you doing?? How did you get in here!?”
CASHE: “Heeey Champ! Sorry if I jacked your jaw but it was a simple lesson. If you want some, don’t go asking someone for the chance. Come see me and if you get my attention, you get me. Fair and easy right? Oh and…I came in a box, I farted and thought I was going to die. Thought I’d share!”
BLADE: “You and me…I want a match! If I win, if I shock the WORLD then I get a shot at THAT regardless of what happens out there in the Main Event. I get a shot. Do you accept my challenge Jason Cashe?”
CASHE: “I accept that your breath smells like a Construction Site Porta Potty! Geez-Us! Heh, look CHUMP…You haven’t done shit, said shit or been shit to even ASK for a chance at anything. You want a fight? Go win a match and then when you do that? Don’t go see Wallace or Morrison, come see me and make an impression…You know, like I just did?”
CASHE: “Tsk Tsk….All that muscle and such little sense. Hey Hartman, it’s good to see you man! Keep up the good work, time to Influence some shit! Toke up! Haha”
HARTMAN: “Things could heat up! Back to you guys at ringside..”
HOODED FIGURE: ”4 CORNERS WRESTLING… I’m here.”
SOUTH-WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CONTENDER
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JESSICA BLACK VS. JAIR HOPKINS VS. ROXI JOHNSON
Suddenly, the lights hanging above the ring switched on, their beams flashing rapidly and aimed at the entrance ramp, more specifically at the small woman standing at the top of the ramp with her back turned to the crowd, arms outstretched and her hands balled into fists.
You’re an asshole!”
“But we love you!”
“You’re an asshole!”
“But we love you!”
“You’re an asshole!”
“But we love you!”
The crowd voiced their respective feelings toward Jessica Black even louder when she turned to face them, the hood of her sleeveless jacket obscuring all but the lower part of her face, which twisted into her trademark smirk, as if the noise amused her somehow. She stood there, taking in the sight of thousands of wrestling fans watching the show; her haters and her fans alike, all had come to see her fight.
VASSA: ”Ladies and gentlemen, introducing to the ring from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall. She is “Second to None”, JESSICA BLACK!!!”
And to her haters, she merely smiled at them, as if she couldn’t care any less about what they thought of her.
Jessica made a running leap to the ring, a testament to her agility as she landed feet first with cat-like grace onto the edge and grasping the top rope as she then walked over to the nearest corner and climbed the turnbuckles. She looked out and into the crowd once more, pulling down her hood and bellowing out loud “Second to None!” before jumping off the top rope.
The spotlights following her were switched off, and the venue was once more well illuminated by the main lights as Jessica made her way to the opposite corner, climbing to the top and stretching her arms out in apparent victory before climbing down and removing her sleeveless jacket. And now, she waited for the match to begin, eager to add another name to her growing list of casualties.
JOHNSON: ”Jessica Black has made quite a name for herself ever since stepping foot on 4CW turf. After coming up short in the Fright Night War Zone, she’ll get her chance to become the number one contender for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
VASSA: ”She has a full plate if she wants to earn that spot. She’s up against some stiff competition tonight.”
POWERS: ”Hailing from the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands five feet, eight inches tall and weighs in at two hundred, eight pounds. He is one half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIR HOPKINS!!!”
VASSA: ”Here’s a wrestler that I always enjoy watching in action, JAIR HOPKINS!”
JOHNSON: ”The man has made quite a name for himself in this business. He’ll look to capitalize tonight with winning that number one contender position.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Roxi Johnson ladies and gentlemen, our resident super hero. She has been in the South-West Heavyweight title picture for quite sometime now. If she wants another shot at the strap, she’ll have to defeat both Jessica Black and Jair Hopkins in this triple threat match that could end in any numerous scenarios.”
VASSA: ”She’s a fighter, plain and simple. No matter what has been thrown at her, she finds a way to overcome and display a natural talent in that ring.”
JOHNSON: ”Larry Collins will be our official for this contest. I think he’s ready to take it away and get this match in the books.”
VASSA: ”Let’s get us a number one contender!”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell chimes, Jessica takes off from her corner and bombards Roxi in hers with an all out assault of kicks and punches. Roxi tries her best to fend them off but manages only to block one every not and then for every three or four landed. Jessica then grabs Roxi by the head and drops down to both knees, pulling Roxi’s head down over the top of her head and hitting her with a chin buster. Just as she stands up with Roxi backed in the corner, Hopkins attacks her from behind with a stiff elbow to the lower back. He then wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her into the air before driving her into the mat with a German suplex. Hopkins pops to his feet as Jessica rolls over to hers and slow stands back up. The two stare at one another before Roxi pops back into the scene with a double axe handle across the top of Hopkins back. He falls to one knee as Roxi walks to his side and grabs him by the head. She then slams his head into his knee as he drives it upward. Hopkins flips back and falls to his back in the center of the ring. Roxi then turns her attention to Jessica who patiently waits for a standoff.
JOHNSON: ”This match is already getting off to a fast start!”
VASSA: ”I’m hoping that it turns into a cat fight right now since Hopkins is down for the moment.”
JOHNSON: ”He made that move look flawless!”
VASSA: ”People don ‘t give him the credit that he deserves.”
VASSA: ”She’s always full of surprises!”
ONE
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Hopkins runs onto the scene and breaks the pin attempt. He stomps on Jessica a few times while she’s down before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet. He then drives his knee into her stomach and grabs her head with both hands, turning her around. Hopkins then drops Jessica to the mat with a reverse neckbreaker that rattles the ring. He quickly stands to his feet. Looking over to Roxi, he walks over to her and grabs her by the head to pull her up to her feet. He then goes to throw her to the corner but gets countered as Roxi refuses to let go of his arm and spins around to throw him instead. Hopkins slams into the corner, back first, only to get followed up with a clothesline by Roxi. Nearly taking his head off, Roxi lifts Hopkins feet from the mat as her arm pushes his upper body back. Hopkins feet drop back to the canvas and Roxi attacks with a combination of punches to the body followed up with an uppercut to the jaw. She then grabs Hopkins by the arm and goes to throw him to the opposite corner. Hopkins steps over Jessica while running to the corner and crashing into the turnbuckle. Roxi then takes off sprinting towards him as Jessica pushes herself up from the mat. Roxi steps onto her back and plants her foot before leaping into the air. Flying through the air, Roxi hits Hopkins with a huge body splash in the corner. As her feet touch the mat, Hopkins falls forward. Stepping out of the way, she watches as he falls and crashes into the mat.
JOHNSON: ”We’ll have to credit Jessica Black with the assist for that move.”
VASSA: ”Roxi really managed to get a little higher in the air with that move thanks to Jessica.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s why I mentioned the assist.”
Just as he takes a step closer to her, Roxi comes from behind and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around. She kicks him in the stomach and goes for a quick DDT but Hopkins pushes her away before she can initiate it. The two then lock up and have a test of strength. After struggling with each other for a moment, Roxi drives her knee into his side and then lifts him up and throws him down to his back with a scoop slam. Roxi then nails him with a leg drop across the throat She then grabs his arm and pulls it between her legs, locking Hopkins in an arm bar. Pulling back with all of her might, Roxi tries to rip the arm from his socket. Hopkins fights the pain for a few moments before managing to pull his arm away as it slips through Roxi’s hands. He quickly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up as Roxi does the same. Roxi then charges Hopkins and goes to tackle him but misses as he side steps her. As she passes, Hopkins grabs her by the head and back of her pants and throws her into the corner. Roxi’s head crashes into Jessica’s mid-section as she continues to hang upside down, unable to get down. Just as Roxi hits her and falls to her stomach, Jessica’s legs break free and she drops down and falls on top of Roxi.
VASSA: ”That’s two birds down with one stone!”
JOHNSON: ”I guess you could look at it like that.”
VASSA: ”How else would I look at it? That’s what I just saw!”
ONE
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TWO
JOHNSON: ”Look out now!”
Just as she stands up, Roxi gets met with a series of right hands. One after the other, Hopkins connects with punches. He then grabs her by the head with both hands and jumps into the air. He plants his feet into her hips and falls backwards, pulling Roxi over and sending her flying across the ring with a monkey flip. Hopkins then gets up and runs to the corner as well. He climbs the turnbuckle and turns back to face the ring. As he does, Roxi is just getting to her feet. He then leaps from the top rope and drives his feet into her chest with a missile dropkick that knocks her flat to her back. He gets back to his feet and rushes over to her, kicking her while she’s down. After a few kicks to the side, Roxi rolls over to her stomach. Hopkins then kicks her one last time in the side before climbing onto her back and locking in a single leg crab.
VASSA: ”If he’s going to win the match with this then he better hurry up and make Roxi tap out. Jessica is starting to get back up.”
JOHNSON: ”SPLITTING HEADACHE!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Black Magic!”
Suddenly, she gets jerked around as Hopkins grabs her by the shoulder. Once looking her in the eyes, Hopkins kicks her in the stomach and then wraps his arm around her head as if he were going for a suplex. He then lifts her in the air and spins, driving her face into the canvas with a reverse facebuster.
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That was his Bread N’ Butter!”
VASSA: ”This could be it!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “And there you have it! After one hell of a triple threat, we have our new Number One Contender for the South-West Heavyweight Title!”
POWERS: ”Your winner and number one contender for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
VASSA: “Jair Hopkins has their work cut out for them as our current Champion seems to be keeping a tight grasp on that Title. Uh Oh, look!”
WHACK!!!
VASSA: “OH MY GAWD!! He just took Hopkins head off!”
JOHNSON: “He spent the entire night finding his way in the building, wanting to fix a bad memory he had in this building. I believe he’s done it. I believe Jason Cashe is scarier than ever before and it has a lot to do with the level of talent coming into this company. The bar needs to be risen and “The Choice of Influence” might just be the guy to continue raising it…”
VASSA: “Good news for him, Terrible news for everyone else and Jair Hopkins is next up and Cashe has already hit a Homerun! This is very telling!”
JOHNSON: ”Well that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. It’s been an exciting evening and it’s only going to get better from here.”
VASSA: ”This night has been crazy! I’m sad to see it end.”
JOHNSON: ”Unfortunately it does. Tune in two weeks from now for another night of Adrenaline as we force feed you your Wednesday Adrenaline Rush! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”
