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ADRENALINE E13 (023)
PHOENIX THEATRE [PHOENIX, ARIZONA]
NOVEMBR 12TH, 2014

The scene opens inside of the Phoenix Theatre in Phoenix, Arizona. The crowd is electric as he wait to put another Adrenaline in the record books.
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!”

The scene opens backstage. Branden Harvey is sitting on a couch, with a blonde on his arm.
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.”
Harvey kisses the blonde and shoos the camera away as the scene fades.

UNDERCARD
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!!!”
“Above The Law” by Bad Meets Evil hits the sound system as Zeek Williams walks out from the back.
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!!!”
Zeek makes his way down to the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He walks to his corner and looks across the ring at John Blade as the music slowly dies down.
“Royal Blood” by Ten Tonne Skeleton hits the sound system as Cameron Clay steps out into view. He takes a single deep breath – inhale . . . exhale . . . – before fixing his eyes on the squared circle and marching forward; his fists clenched.
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!!!”
Subsequent to rolling under the bottom rope, Cameron springs to his feet and falls into a habitual stretching routine while, behind a pair of revealing brown eyes, his mind battles his apprehension.
“The Freaks Are Coming” by Smile Empty Soul begins to play over the sound system of the theatre. Blade Connors appears at the top of the ramp. Blue strobe lights go off, illuminating his face as he looks out at the crowd.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall. BLADE CONNORS!!!”
He is focused on the match but acknowledges the fans with a nod of his head. Once at the ring slides through under the bottom rope. He lifts his hand up to more cheers of the crowd.
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.”
The ref stands in the center of the ring as the fans all stand to their feet, waiting for the bell to ring, signaling for the official start of the event. Each corner gives a nod that they are ready as the ref slowly raises his hand in the air and signals for the bell.
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!”
John Blade continues to look down on Blade Connors on the outside of the ring. He then looks up at the crowd and soaks in the cheers. From behind, Clay and Zeek both attack him and force him into the ropes. The two then take their hits on Blade as he tries to fend them off. Clay then wraps his arms around Blade and lifts him up, trying to toss him over the top. Blade grabs onto the top rope and holds on for dear life as the two continue to team up in eliminating him.
“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!!!”
He sprints toward the ring. As he nears the ring, he leaps in the air, springs his right foot off the ring apron, and uses his momentum to do a flip and land in the ring. He then quickly moves in on Zeek and drops him to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Harvey pops back to his feet and then kicks Clay in the mid-section, breaking his hold on John Blade. Harvey then turns his attention to Zeek. As he turns away, Clay swings for the fences and connects with a powerful punch to the back of Harvey’s head. Harvey stumbles forward as Clay comes at him again and slams his elbow into the side of his head. Blade then shakes his head before focusing in on Zeek who is just now starting to get to his feet. Blade grabs him by the back of the head and then throws him to the corner with all of his might. Zeek slams into the corner with his chest and bounces off, falling backwards. Just as he begins to go down, Blade is right there behind him to catch him and push him back into the corner. Zeek slams into the turnbuckle again. As he bounces off this time, Blade drives his knee into his back. John Blade then grabs him by the head and pants and tosses him up and over the top rope, crashing to the hard floor below.
ZEEK WILLIAMS ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”There’s another one! They’re dropping like flies!”
JOHNSON: ”John Blade has just eliminated Zeek Williams!”
Clay lifts Harvey up to his feet but gets caught off guard with an elbow to the stomach. Harvey then pops up and rakes his eyes. Clay takes a few steps back, holding his eyes from the dirty move. Harvey then hits him with a throat chop that crushes his windpipe. Still on his feet, Clay holds his throat now from the breath taking move. Harvey then lunges forward with a right hook but misses as Clay ducks the blow. Clay then fires away with a hard right of his own but comes up short as Harvey leans back, avoiding contact. Harvey then jumps in the air and knocks Clay off his feet with a standing dropkick.
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!”
Just before making contact, Blade and Harvey both duck as Clay rushes them. As Clay steps into them, the two stand up together and flip him into the air and over the top rope. Clay falls to the outside and crashes into the floor just as “Bring It” by Trapt hits the sound system.
CAMERON CLAY ELIMINATED
JOHNSON: ”Cameron Clay has been eliminated, folks!”
Nick Watson steps out onto the entrance stage garbed in his colorful ring attire. He looks around at all of the fans before walking down the ramp, slapping his hands with each step. Striding down to the ring, the fans and announcers alike can notice the look of determination on his face.
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.”
Nick pauses on the outside of the ring and unzips his hoodie vest, which he hands off to someone in the crowd. He then leaps onto the apron and watches the action in the ring as Harvey and Blade go at it in the center. He then enters 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 connects with a stinging punch to Blade’s jaw. Blade falls back a step and backs into Watson who is standing behind him. Blade’s eyes pop wide open, surprised by who may be standing behind him. He slowly turns around only to see that it is Nick Watson. Blade takes a swing with his right hand but gets blocked. Watson then jumps in the air and spins, knocking Blade to the canvas with a roundhouse kick that nearly takes his head off. Just as Watson gets his footing, Harvey rushes him and knocks him down to his back with a running shoulder block. Harvey then runs to the ropes and hits them hard, bouncing back and running towards Watson. Harvey jumps into the air and connects with a leg drop across the throat of Watson. Harvey then rolls over and pushes himself up to his feet. He then turns to Blade who is slowly rolling around the ring, holding his head in pain.
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.”
The lights go out and the crowd gets quiet. Lights up as wehear “Circus for a Psycho” begins. Then the lights flash and Christine Nash appears on the stage.
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!!!”
She bends over to touch the ground and then back up whipping her hair as she moves. She cocks her head and then poses for the crowd as she blows them a kiss. She then walks down the ramp as the crowd has a mixed reaction. Some boo and some cheer.
VASSA: ”Boy, does she look yummy…”
JOHNSON: ”You can say that again!”
Christine then slides underneath the bottom rope while Watson and Harvey exchange blows across the ring. Just as she takes a step towards them, “Comanche” by In This Moment hits the sound system, catching Christine’s attention.
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.”
RAMONA appears on the large screen in letters of varying size and color that looked like they’d been cut out of several magazines. The name disappeared and the screen came to life with clips of the formerly announced woman entering and working out in a desolated gym interrupted occasionally with that first image of RAMONA in between them.
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!!!”
The music was playing so loud she couldn’t tell if the crowd was cheering or booing as she stepped out from behind the curtain dressed more like she was ready to enter a mosh pit than a wrestling ring. With a sly cock of the head and short lived wink to the crowd Ramona approached the ring with her eyes set on Christine. She then runs and slides underneath the bottom rope but gets blindsided before she can get up with kicks to the back. Christine stomps on Ramona over and over until Watson grabs a handful of hair and pulls her head back. He then wraps his arm over her face and drops her to the mat with a reverse DDT. Romona and Watson rush to get up. Standing up at the same time, Watson gets caught from behind with a club to the shoulders. Harvey hits Watson with another club and another.
VASSA: ”There, that’s a little better.”
While Harvey continues to assault Watson, Ramona is up to her feet with her sights set on Christine. She lifts her up from the mat and applies a side headlock, cranking down on the pressure. Ramona delivers a series of punches to the top of Christine’s head. She then flips her over to her back with a hip toss. Ramona maintains position and mounts herself on top of Christine. She then unloads with a brutal combo of punches to the side of her head. Ramona pops back up to her feet and grabs a handful of hair before jerking Christine back to her feet.
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!!!”
The fans give a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, as Alexander Omega steps out from the backstage area onto the entrance ramp. He stands at the top of the ramp as he glares out across the crowd, he tosses his arms in the air getting a mixed reaction from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp towards ringside. He looks up at Ramona, locking eyes with her. Catching her off guard, Christine pulls her leg out from under her. The two then scuffle on the mat while Alexander grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron of the ring, before stepping over the top rope and entering.
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 manages to gain position on Ramona as she has her pinned down to the mat. As the two struggle with each other, Omega grabs ahold of Christine’s head and pulls her away from Ramona. He then turns her around and lifts her into the air above his head with a gorilla press, extending his arms. He then walks around the ring with her for a moment before closing in to the ropes. He then throws her over the top rope and slams her to the hard floor below. Christine hits the floor with a thud and rolls into the steel barricade at ringside.
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 slowly turns around to face Ramona who patiently waits behind him. The two lock eyes for a moment before stepping forward for combat. Omega swings with a big right hook. using her size to her advantage, Ramona quickly sidesteps the attack and kicks him in the back of the knee with a stinging right foot. She then locks her arms around his head and goes to flip him over to the mat with a snapmare. With his size acting as an anchor, Omega keeps his footing before locking his arms around Ramona. He then plants a right knee into her spine, before throwing her down to the mat, face down. From behind, Branden Harvey gives Omega a back rake out of nowhere. Omega releases a loud grunt from the quick pain shooting through his back. Omega then swings around and connects with a forearm to Harvey’s jaw. He then grabs Harvey by the arm and pulls him in, wrapping his arms around him. Omega then lifts Harvey into the air and slams him down to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster that shakes the entire ring.
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!”
As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the theatre, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
Niobe appears on stage, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…
“NIGHTMARE!”
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face. 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…”
Omega turns to Harvey who is just up to one knee. He quickly rushes him and knocks him to his back with a jumping knee to the bottom of the jaw. From behind, Ramona kicks him in the lower back, sending a pain shooting up his spine. She then kicks him in the back of the knee, knocking him down to his other. Ramona then takes a few steps back before running forward and planting Omega’s face into the canvas with a bulldog.
JOHNSON: ”Ramona has finally taken the big man down!”
VASSA: ”What the hell is that?”
The camera shot goes to the lighting fixtures hanging above the theatre. In the shadows, a dark figure slowly creeps with its head fixated on the ring below.
JOHNSON: ”Hey, there’s someone up there!”
VASSA: ”You think so, Mr. Obvious?!”
The dark figure then vanishes into the shadows as the camera shot cuts back to the action in the ring. Watson has Ramona backed into the corner. He attacks with rights and lefts, connecting with one for every other she blocks. From behind, Harvey runs into the mix and slams a running forearm across Watson’s back. Ramona then lunges forward and connects with jab to Harvey’s mouth. He stumbles back a step before Watson moves in and lifts him up from the mat. Harvey fights to break free but doesn’t get anywhere as Watson begins to force him over the top rope. Niobe then runs up and begins to help force Harvey over the top rope. The two finally man age the task as Harvey falls over the top and down to the floor below, crashing with a thud.
BRANDEN HARVEY ELIMINATED
JOHNSON: ”Branden Harvey has finally been eliminated after a long stretch in the rumble.”
Watson then turns to Niobe and kicks her in the mid-section. Before he can hit her with anything else, Ramona rushes in from behind and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Niobe then runs toward the two and drops a running leg drop across the face of Watson. She then quickly gets back to her feet only to see Ramona standing across from her up as well. The two then go at it. Niobe connects with a hard right to the jaw. Ramona then fires back with a body shot that forces Niobe to buckle to her side. Ramona then lunges forward to lock up but comes up short as Niobe quickly delivers a gut kick that forces her to lunge over. Niobe then sweeps in and flips Ramona over to her back with a fireman’s carry takedown. Niobe then mounts herself on top of Ramona and goes on the assault with a fury of punches, wearing Ramona down in the center of the ring.
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!!!”
Omega goes on the attack and catches Watson off guard with a brutal crushing blow to the side of the shoulder. Omega then fires with his other hand and crushes Watson’s other shoulder. Omega then draws back and connects with a knockout punch. Before Watson can fall to the canvas, Omega catches him and holds him up to his feet. Omega then leans him over the ropes and climbs over the top, stepping onto the outside apron. not paying attention to anything else, Omega grabs Watson by the head and pulls him in close to deliver a series of hard headbutts. Ramona then seizes the moment and jumps to her feet before darting towards the two to make her move. Omega quickly takes notice and pushes Watson back, sending him falling towards Ramona. Quick on her feet, Ramona leaps into the air and jumps over Watson. As she flies towards Omega, he braces himself for impact. Ramona connects with a flying crossbody that sends Omega flying from the apron and crashing into the steel barricade on the outside of the ring.
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!”
Ramona quickly turns to Watson who is down on his back. She then runs towards him and jumps into the air, coming down with a double foot stomp to his chest. Watson rolls over, holding his chest in pain. Ramona then grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him up to his feet. She pulls her hand back and swings forward, connecting with an open hand slap across Watson’s chest. The sound cuts through the crowd as Watson releases a grunt. Ramona then fires and connects with another open hand slap across Watson’s chest. She then turns her back to Watson and runs to the ropes. Ramona leaps into the air and springboards off the middle rope, coming back to Watson and laying him out with a crossbody splash. Watson falls to his back with Ramona on top of him. She then mounts herself and hits him with a stiff punch to the face. As she draws her hand back for another swing, Watson slaps her across the face and rolls her over to her side.
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 quickly gets to his feet and doesn’t give Ramona a chance to catch her breath. He moves in and kicks her in the side a few times before grabbing her arm and jerking her to her feet. Watson then connects with a hard right that spins Ramona around. He then moves in and locks in a rear naked choke, cutting off Ramon’s oxygen supply. Ramona fights to break free but can’t as Watson keeps the choke hold in place. The ref checks with Ramona briefly before taking a step back and watching. Watson then lifts Ramona up into the air and slams her into the canvas with a belly to back suplex variation. Watson pops to his feet with excitement as the fans cheer loudly in the background. He paces around the ring for a moment, soaking in the sounds of the crowd.
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!”
As Watson stumbles backwards and hits the ropes, he flips over backwards and falls to the outside of the ring, crashing to the floor. Ramona quickly gets to her feet in shock that she just ended the match with that desperation move.
NICK WATSON ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”She’s done it! Ramona Lea Epps has won the elimination rumble to kick off tonights show!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
“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.”

Gabriel Hartman is sitting at his work station as he is busy working on some broken microphones. He has two already finished with at least one still left to do. He is hard at work when the lights start to flicker around him. He glances up for a split second as the lights return to normal. He shrugs it off while returning to his work. The lights flicker again as a chilling wind blows through the backstage area. Gabriel glances up once again as nothing is out of the ordinary. He looks back at his work table and notices a small little sticky note placed on the messed up microphone. He shoots his head up and starts to scan the area. He doesn’t see anything until he notices a shadow on the wall in front of him. He quickly turns around to see Dustin James Holt just standing there. Gabriel looks up at him with a curious look on his face.
HARTMAN: ”Geez, Dustin you scared the poop out of me. Why didn’t you just say my name or something?”
Dustin just stares at Gabriel without saying a single word. Gabriel starts to get up to his feet and looks at him.
HARTMAN: ”Is everything okay Dustin? This isn’t like you at all. Why aren’t you speaking?”
Dustin continues to stare straight ahead as Gabriel slowly waves a hand in front of his face. He tries one more time to get Dustin to speak.
HARTMAN: ”Earth to Dustin. Man, when are you going tell me what you are doing here?”
Dustin snaps his neck down towards Gabriel and shoots almost like an evil glare at him.
HOLT: ”SILENCE!!!”
The sudden burst of Dustin’s voice nearly causes Gabriel to jump backwards onto his work table. Dustin continues to glare a hole into Gabriel as he decides to finally speak.
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.”
Dustin walks away from a completely confused Gabriel as laughter fills the air. Gabriel sniffs the air before briskly walking to a nearby bathroom.

UNDERCARD
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!! “
The lights dim as “Masked Jackal” by Coroner begins to play over the PA System and strobe lights start flashing to the beat of the guitar riff, after a few minutes the riff picks up in speed as do the flashes and once the vocals hit Damien emerges from the backstage area with his arms outstretched, he makes his way down to the ring and hops up on the apron before removing his hood revealing a sadistic grin as he stares down the audience before entering the ring ready for his match.
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!!! “
“I used to have so many friends, I thought I could trust
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. “
DING!!! DING!!!
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.”
Knight exits the ring, goes under the ring, grabs a kendo stick and chases Owyns up the aisle. Knight knocks him to the ground with a shot from the kendo stick. Knight continues the onslaught with the kendo stick as Owyns rolls down the aisle. Knight rolls him under the bottom rope as he looks under the ring. Knight tosses a steel folding chair into the ring, along with a trash can, and a stop sign. Knight climbs in and stomps on the face of Owyns before lifting him up in the corner. Knight rocks him with a few shoulder thrusts before sending him to the opposite corner with a hard irish whip. Owyns staggers out and is quickly dropped with a snap DDT right on the stop sign. Knight sits up, wipes his hands off, and gets back to his feet. He pulls Owyns back up and leans him against the ropes. He whips him to the opposite side, but OWyns reverses it. Owyns bends down and is met with a kick to the chest. Owyns staggers back and catches himself on the ropes. Owyn’s tries to get some offense by lashing out after Knight, but Knight slams him to the mat with a spinebuster.
JOHNSON:” Knight has dominated. Owyns just can’t get anything going.”
Knight picks Owyns up and holds him by his right wrists. He pulls him forward with force and knocks him back to the mat with a clothesline. Knight puts his foot across the chest of Owyns.
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.”
Owyns crawls over and pulls himself up in the corner. Knight arrogantly walks over and puts his hands around the throat of Ownys. Knight snaps Owyns neck back with a right hand before sending him to the opposite corner. With a full head of steam, he runs at him, but is met with a boot to the face. Knight staggers back and drops to one knee as Ownys heads out of the corner. Owyns with quick action and drops Knight with a swinging neck breaker. Owyns gets back up, grabs the steel folding chair and cracks Knight over the back with it. He unfolds the chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He pulls Knight up to his feet, hooks Knight up, looking for a suplex of some sort, but Knight blocks it with his foot. Knight punches Owyns a few times in the ribs and reverses the maneuver, and hits a front suplex. Owyns midsection crashes right over the metal folding chair. Knight looks down at Owyns with a smirk on his face, shaking his head. Knight gets to his feet, grabs the stop sign, and begins to choke Owyns with the sharp edges.
JOHNSON:” Owyns needs some kind of break here. Knight is being relentless. “
Knight pulls Owyns out to the center of the ring and puts his head between his legs. He’s signaling for a powerbomb, but Jack wraps his arm around the leg of Knight, halting the attempt. Owyns pushes upwards and flips Knight over his back and onto the mat. Knight goes to get up and is smacked in the head with the lid of the trash can. Owyns grabs Knight by the head and backs him into the corner. Owyns follows up the little bit of offense with multiple elbows to the face. Owyns climbs to the second rope, with the trash can lid in hand and begins to unleash a fury of shots. Owyns gets to five when Knight begins jockeying for position. Knight pulls out of the corner with Owyns on his shoulders. Knight turns around and plants Jack into the corner with a powerbomb. Owyns hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers outward. Knight grabs the trash can, places it over the upper body of Owyns, hits the ropes, and connects with a Yakuza Kick.
VASSA:” Ouch!! Trashcan to face! “
JOHNSON:” The Jackal Strikes! That has to be it! “
ONE
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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! “

The back parking lot for the Phoenix Theater opens as a Yellow Cab Taxi pulls up. The back door swings open and out comes Southwest Heavyweight Champion, Jason Cashe. Shutting his door, he heads towards the inside but standing in his way as he approaches is a line of about 5-6 Security Guards. Cashe shakes his head as he comes up to the guy closest to the door.
CASHE: “Excuse me I have an appointment with some people tonight.”
The Security guard shakes his head, not believing or knowing better even before Cashe finishes speaking.
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..”
Smiling, his gap in his top line of teeth showing as he looks down the line of Security on both sides of him. He leans in real close to the Guard he has been talking too, keeping his slight smile.
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…”
Coming in from behind comes Joseph Sullivan, one of the promotion’s lower card talents. The guard steps aside and lets him pass but as Cashe casually tries to follow him, the Group of Guards swarm in and pull him back. Cashe immediately goes crazy, kicking up his feet as he’s lifted off the ground by a handful of Security Guards.
CASHE: “I WILL FUCK YOU BLOODY!! LET ME GO! LET ME GO FUCKERS!!!”
Dragging him as he continues to struggle, the guard who told him to leave picks up the Southwest Championship and follows the group of his team as they finally release Cashe at the entrance to the parking garage. He pops up from the ground and spits at the group of Guards as they turn and head back to their positions. The lead Guard extends a hand and offers Cashe his Championship. Cashe snatches it up and watches the guard turn and leave like his buddies.
CASHE: “I’m getting in this building tonight…”
Walking away for now, Cashe disappears from the scene as it fades.

The feed goes from ringside to Nick Watson’s dressing room door where Gabriel Hartman stands looking to score an interview with one of the newer stars that 4CW recently acquired. He knocks on the door politely and it doesn’t take long for Nick Watson, now dressed in street clothes, to answer the door. Nick gives Gabriel a warm smile and then steps out from his room, crossing his arms over his chest as he prepares to answer some questions.
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.”
Nick nods his head in agreement as Hartman begins to prose his first question
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?”
Nick’s smile grows wider as he puts his hand on Hartman’s shoulder and then shakes his head.
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.”
Nick winks at the camera and then walks off screen as Martin nods for the feed to be cut as we go back to ringside.

Back to the ring we go as boos roar throughout the theatre. Wallace walks out from the back. But he does not come alone as the Boss walks out with a little bit of eye candy as walking alongside Perry is Daysi Doll herself. Wallace in an expensive looking suit and Doll with a dress that matches his blue tie on, that’s as usual isn’t leaving much to the imagination. The two walk side by side as they make their way down towards the ring, Doll waving to the crowd but she too is not spared from the boo’s.
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 walks up the steps now with Wallace following her getting a nice view as she leans down and holds the ropes for him. He steps in and then holds the ropes for her as well, as the two step into the ring. Daysi walks across the ring collecting two microphones for them, bringing them back to Perry as she hands it over to him before taking the other one to address the crowd.
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.”
Doll lowers her mic and claps for Wallace but she’s the only one that seems to react in that way. Wallace not having made himself too many fans over the course of the past few months. Daysi none the less stands beside him waiting for him to address the crowd.
WALLACE: ”Despite the loss of love from you all, I’m glad to be in Phoenix tonight!”
The crowd sounds off with more booing as Wallace chuckles to himself for a moment. He looks over the crowd and nods his head and he slowly raises the mic back to his mouth.
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.”
The big screen above the entrance way lights up with static for a moment before it displays a scene from Fright Night. Above the ring pictured, a scaffold hangs from the ceiling. At the top,

The video then rewinds to the moment just before Mannie crashes through the tables and pauses. Wallace stares up at the screen with a huge smile on his face. He then looks over to Daysi and waves for her to come stand beside him.
WALLACE: ”Is there anything you would like to say, baby?”
Doll walks over to him looking up at the video with a big smile o her face as she tucks herself in next to him. These fans are not fond of seeing any of this either as Perry turns and the two now go one step farther with a big kiss that draws some even more heated boos from the crowd. They pull apart after what feels like an eternity.
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 lets out a little giggle of joy at her word choice there as Perry chuckles himself nodding in agreement.
DOLL: ”So thankfully we move on without Mannie and lead 4CW into a new era. With a new power couple, right Perry?”
Daysi looks up at him with an endearing look in her eye, as she places her head on his shoulder these fans fed up with this. As she turns it back over to the Boss.
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!”
Receiving mixed reactions from the crowd, Perry scans over them with a grin on his face. He strokes his chin for a moment before slowly raising the mic back to his lips.
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!”
Perry pulls Daysi in closer and smacks her across the backside gently. She slowly turns and looks at him before batting her eyes and wrapping her arms around his head. She then pulls him in closer as the two embrace and share a passionate kiss in the center of the ring. The crowd erupts with boos as the two continue for a moment before separating and looking back at one another. Perry then takes a step back and looks over the crowd enraged with jealousy in his mind.
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?”
Perry then chuckles as he lowers the mic from he mouth. The crowd floods him with boos as he motions for Daysi to step in closer. He places his arm around her once more and looks over at her. He then raises the mic to his mouth and gently speaks up.
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.”
Daysi giggles as she kisses Perry on the lips once more before waving goodbye to Mannie to a string of boo’s from the crowd as Doll and Wallace leave the ring hand in hand to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Roaming backstage the Phoenix Theatre just minding his buisness is Lo’renzo ‘Flipp’ Porter whose greeted by a camera crew. Flipp smiling elated that the crew has decided to catch up with him. The guy behind the camera giving a nod indicating that the cameras are rolling. Lo’Renzo clearing his throat before speaking.
FLIPP: “What’s going on Phoenix?!!”
The fans in attendance letting out a roarsome cheer.
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.”
He expands his arms out wide to resemble doing something ‘big’.
FLIPP: “And tonight when I’m in there against Jay….”
His eyes squint as the cameras swivel showing the Pride Champion Jason Sanity, smirk engulfed on his lips as he props his title on his shoulder.
SANITY: “It’s Jason. Or to you, the Pride Champion.”
Sanity eyes him up and down, his expression suggesting he’s not really impressed with what he sees.
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 offers him a lop sided grin.
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.”
A shrug. A smirk. A wink.
SANITY: “Personally, I think it’s gonna be the latter.”
Lo’Renzo chuckles, stepping up closer towards Sanity with his eyes on the Pride Championship belt.
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 takes one more step closer toward the Pride Champ, almost becoming face to face.
FLIPP: “Mark my words J. You gone be seeing more of me after tonight.”
His hand reaches out touching the Pride title as his eyes gaze upon it. Jason slapping Lo’Renzo’s hand down as he steps up to Flipp. The cameras cutting back ringside as the two stare off in an intense stare down.

UNDERCARD
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!”
The camera crew cuts from the announce team to the ring announcer, Mike Powers, isolated in the DJ booth. He flips a few switches to cue up the music before introducing the two competitors.
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!!”
You hear ‘Don’t underestimate Divinity’ before the theme music blares over the loudspeakers and Marisol walks out in her black and pink leather attire. She smirks as she glares around the theater at the fans. She walks down the ramp and quickly up the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring as she awaits her opponent.
While Marisol stands in the ring, we get a camera shot of some fans pointing up. The hooded figure in black who appeared ealier is up on the catwalk again with arms crossed. You can see a slight shake of the head when Marisol steps through the ropes.
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!”
The lights in the theatre are dimmed instantly, plunging the ringside area into darkness. ‘The 650’ logo flashes across the big screen located on top of the stage, while ‘California Love’ by 2pac reverberates through entire venue, drowning out the sound of the capacity crowd.
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.”
The referee stands in the center of the ring and calls for the opening bell, before swinging both of his arms inwards to invite the two competitors to get the match started.
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…”
Marisol moves to the side of the ring which Lucia fell through the ropes. She sits on the middle rope and pushes up on the top rope, inviting Lucia back into the ring. Lucia shouts at the ref to move Marisol back. Marisol steps back and Lucia cautiously climbs up onto the ring apron. Once up on the apron, Marisol charges but gets hit with a shoulder to the midsection through the ropes. Lucia grabs the top rope and launches herself up and over, rolling Marisol backwards with a sunset flip.
ONE
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TWO
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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.”
Lucia watches as Marisol pulls herself up to her feet in the nearby corner. She charges across the ring but gets caught off guard as Marisol side steps her and sweeps her legs out from under her with her hand, sending Lucia crashing into the turnbuckles upside down! Marisol grabs Lucia by one hand and drags her to the center of the ring, applying a simple wrist lock. She then drops down to one knee, trapping Lucia’s head behind her knee thats pressed against the canvass. Marisol then reaches back and pulls up one of Lucia’s legs, hooking it with her arm and reapplies the wrist lock while twisting her body, completing the Chikara Special! The fans erupt with an applause, appreciating the technical prowess of Marisol Hawkes. The ref drops down to check Lucia for the submission but is quickly dismissed by ‘Loca’ Lopez. Lucia manages to reach up with her free hand and get enough of a handful of hair to pull Marisol back and roll her up onto her shoulders for a cover.
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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.”
Marisol is to her feet first and helps Lucia up before hitting her with a drop kick that knocks her into the corner. Marisol hits Lucia with a set of kicks to the midsection before charging across the ring. Marisol turns towards Lucia with her back against the opposite turnbuckles. She charges at Lucia and hits her with a running front dropkick! Lucia falls forward, down to the canvass as Marisol climbs to the top rope. Marisol watches from the top turnbuckle as Lucia pushes to her feet. She turns towards Marisol and Marisol flies off of the top rope, hitting a flying cross body! Marisol sticks the landing and hooks a leg.
ONE
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TWO
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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.”
Lucia begins pulling herself up to her feet with the help of the ring ropes. Marisol approaches slowly from behind and grabs her by her shoulders, spinning her around. Lucia quickly strikes with an eye rake that forces Marisol to stagger around. Lucia explodes towards Marisol with a running spinning heel kick. Marisol climbs to her feet and Lucia runs passed her. Lucia leaps up onto the middle rope and springboards backwards into Marisol with a moonsault! Lucia quickly hooks a leg as they crash down to the canvass.
ONE
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TWO
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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.”
Lucia gets to her feet and reaches down, grabbing Marisol by her hair to lift her up. Lucia shoves Marisol back into the corner and hits her with a forearm smash before whipping her across the ring to the opposite corner. Lucia runs across the ring, following her opponent closely and as Marisol hits her back against the turnbuckle, Lucia nails her with a running Liger Kick! Marisol drops down to a seated position in the corner and and Lucia climbs up to the second rope, standing above her. Lucia grabs the top rope and bounces off of the middle rope. Lucia uses her momentum and grip of the ropes to swing her feet down into the sternum of Marisol Hawkes! Hawkes rolls under the ropes and collapses backwards into the security railing. Lucia climbs up to the top rope and lines up her opponent before leaping off with a cross body of her own, this one to the outside of the ring!
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.”
Lucia lifts Marisol up to her feet by her hair and she tosses her back into the ring under the ropes. Lucia quickly follows pursuit and stands over Marisol as she begins to stir around. Lucia takes a few steps back before shooting her foot up into the air, chin high as Marisol stands. Marisol dodges Lucia’s Eat Defeat Superkick. She spins Lucia around and hoists her into the air with a firemen’s carry before dropping her down on her head and neck with a Divine Grace Death Valley Driver! Marisol pops up to her knees and looks towards the nearby ropes. She quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle and soars through the air with her Divine Forgiveness Swanton Bomb! Marisol bounces off of her opponent only for a moment before turning back and hooking a leg for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
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.”
The referee grabs Marisol by the wrist and raises her arm into the air as “You Call Me A Bitch Like It’s A Bad Thing” by Halestorm takes over the PA System.
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by way of pinfall…MARISOL HAWKES!”

We go backstage where Griffin Hawkins is in the hallway shadow boxing, preparing for his match later. Suddenly he stops as the Extreme Champion Nathaniel Havok comes onto the screen, holding the belt around his shoulder.
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?”
Griffin has a serious look on his face.
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 smiles, looking pleased.
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. “
He walks off as Griffin goes back to shadow boxing. Little does he know, Daysi Doll is watching from a distance, obviously hearing the whole conversation. The camera focuses on her as we head back to ringside.

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. “
“Built to Last” bangs out over the theatre and out walks Khris Young, all dressed to impressed. He looks out at all of the fans in attendance and shows his appreciation as he begins his walk to the ring. Young climbs the steps, enters the ring, receives a mic, and begins to speak.
YOUNG:” How’s everyone doing tonight, here in Phoenix, Arizona?! “
The fans burst in cheers as Khris nods his head.
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. “
Some fans like the fact, but some boos can be heard throughout the arena.
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. “
Khris Young winks at the camera before dropping the mic and exiting the ring, slapping the hands of the fans as he walks to the back.
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! “

Heading backstage we yet again see Jason Sanity in the locker room area where he seems to have just arrived getting ready for his big match tonight. That Pride title still on his name with his name still listed on it. As he shifts through his bag the door to the locker room slaps open and that plus the sound of heels on the ground can mean only one thing…Everyone’s favorite or…least favorite milf has arrived. Sanity lets out a sigh and turns around as Daysi as usual wearing a rather short cut dress with ample cleavage stands in front of him. Everything looking nice except for the look on her face.
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.”
Doll props up her ankle onto the bench that he was sitting on to get ready, as she points to it bitter. The ankle doesn’t really show any marks however and she seems to be walking fine. As Doll seems super frustrated and just ranting at this point to a man who probably doesn’t care to listen.
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 holds up a hand before Daysi Doll can respond.
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 brushes past Daysi Doll, patting her on her “injured” ankle as he goes. She doesn’t react at first, but then a second later she winces, as if remembering how sore the ankle is.
SANITY: “Shake your saggy tits in someone else’s face.”
Doll watches him go with an angry expression on her face the entire way. Sanity goes as one might assume that at least for now these two may be going their separate ways. With clearly things not any better then they were before hand between them. As the show continues.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH
RAFAEL VS. KERIN MONROE
“It starts with one.”
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!!!”
“I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart”
“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.”
“Reincarnate” by Motionless in White cues up as the crowd get loud and bitter, the lights dips into darkness before a red glow over takes it. The big screen burns to life with Kerin Monroe’s video package now.
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!!!”
Kerin comes from the back, a twisted smirk over her face as she strolls to the edge of the entrance stage and ramp. She then whips her red hair back and throws up both arms victoriously. She then starts for the ring, boos still ringing out, as she walks right by any outstretched hands along her path. She pulls herself up onto the apron with the help of the bottom rope and gets to her feet before ducking under the middle rope getting into the ring. She makes her way to the middle of the ring where she stops and once again whips her hair back, raising her arms once again.
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.”
The ref checks with each corner for the nod before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.
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!”
RAFAEL stands to his feet as the crowd grows electric from the action so close to the fans. He reaches down and grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. With a handful of hair still in his grasp, he walks her towards the steel barricade separating the fans from ringside. He grabs the top of the barricade with his free hand and then pulls back with his other, pulling Kerin’s head back as well. Driving his fist towards the barricade, he slams Kerin’s head into the top of it signaling a pop from the crowd. He then pulls her head back again and lunges it forward, crushing it into the barricade for a second time. Once again, the fans pop with a loud cheer. He then pulls her away from the barricade and throws her into the ringside steps. Kerin crashes through the steps, flipping them over to their side with a thud.
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.”
RAFAEL doesn’t waste any time and grabs Kerin by the arm and pulls her up to her feet. RAFAEL then grabs her by the back of the head again and rushes towards the corner of the ring. He then pulls her head back and goes to slam it forward into the ring post but Kerin throws her foot up and pushes off of the corner. She then fires an elbow into his stomach and breaks his hold. Kerin then grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and slams it forward into the ring post, sending a loud thud cutting through the noise of the crowd. RAFAEL stumbles backwards a step. Kerin steps in beside of him and grabs ahold before hitting him with a forward Russian leg sweep. RAFAEL rolls on the hard floor in pain as Kerin slowly climbs to her feet. She then reaches down and grabs him by the back of the head and arm to lift him up to his feet. She then nails him with two quick knees to the stomach and follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker inches away from the barricade.
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…”
Up to her feet again, Kerin kicks RAFAEL a few times while he’s down. RAFAEL then rolls over towards the ring while Kerin continues to kick him in the side. She then turns her attention away for a brief moment, giving RAFAEL the opportunity to dig around underneath the ring. She then turns back to him and gives him one more stinging kick to the ribcage. She then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to one knee. Out of nowhere, RAFAEL swings upward with metal pipe that knocks Kerin backwards, crashing back first into the steel barricade.
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.”
As Kerin leans against the barricade, barely holding herself up, RAFAEL slowly approaches with the pipe still in hand. He then grabs it with both hands and lunges forward, connecting with a blow to the forehead. Kerin’s head jerks to the side from the blow but she manages to stay up. RAFAEl then fires with another blow from the blunt object. Kerin’s head jerks to the side once more but again, she manages to stay on her feet, using the barricade for support. RAFAEL then draws back with both hands. With the pipe above his head, Kerin takes advantage of the opening and kicks him in the mid-section. RAFAEl goes back a couple of steps. Kerin then pushes herself away from the barricade and lunges towards him. Just before she can get her hands on him, RAFAEL takes a quick swing and lays her out with a skull crushing blow. He then tosses the pipe aside and covers Kerin for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
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JOHNSON: ”She kicks out!”
VASSA: ”That was a close one! I thought she was surely out for the count.”
RAFAEL’s head pops up to look at the ref in disbelief from the kickout. He shrugs it off and then pushes himself up, driving his hand into her face while doing so. He then lifts her up from the floor and rolls her into the ring underneath the bottom rope. RAFAEL then walks over to the announcers booth and grabs an empty steel chair and folds it up before tossing it over the top rope and into the ring. He then slides in the ring underneath the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. With Kerin still down, he slowly walks to the chair and reaches down to pick it up. Standing straight up, he holds the chair with both hands and gives it a long look before turning his attention to Kerin across the ring slowly starting to pull herself up using the ropes. RAFAEL quickly rushes her with the chair held above his head. He swings down with it, gunning for Kerin’s head but misses as she rolls out of the way. The chair slams into the mat with a loud pop. He then turns to Kerin and raises the chair up again and swings down at her with it. Just before contact, Kerin rolls out of the way again and avoids the match ending attack.
VASSA: ”She better think of something quick because right now this match could take a turn for the worse at any given moment.”
Kerin quickly stands to her feet just as RAFAEL turns to face her. He then lunges at her with the chair but misses as she ducks the swing and steps behind him. RAFAEl then jerks his body around with the chair swinging at head level. Kerin ducks the blow and runs to the ropes behind him. Just as she hits the ropes, RAFAEl turns to face her with the chair ready to swing for the fences. As Kerin runs back at him, he takes a swing but comes up short as she ducks once again and continues running to the opposite ropes. She hits the ropes and bounces back before RAFAEl can even get turned around. Just as he does, Kerin is right there with her foot in the air, driving it into the chair with a Yakuza Kick that slams the chair into his face.
JOHNSON: ”The Beauty Mark!”
VASSA: ”I’m sure she has plenty of those!”
RAFAEL falls backwards to the canvas, slamming into it with his back as the chair flies over his head. Kerin then quickly covers him for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
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VASSA: ”This one’s over!”
“Reincarnate” hits the sound system as she stands to her feet with the crowd cheering loudly in the background. The ref then raises her arm in the air as the bell sounds.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Your winner by pin fall, KERIN MMOONNRROOEE!!!”
Kerin paces around the ring for a moment as the music continues to play. She looks down at RAFAEL who is old cold with a smirk across her face.
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.”

Sydney and Natasha are making their way to the ring as they are preparing for the tag team war between them and The Carnival. They notice the cameraman standing in front of them and stop in their tracks.
BLANKENSHIP: ”Do you mind? We are in a private conversation. What do you really need from us?”
The cameraman shakes the camera as if to say he wants nothing from them. Natasha rolls her eyes as Sydney takes over.
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!!!”
The Queens Incorporated walks past the cameraman as the camera cuts back to the ringside area.

UNDERCARD
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?”
The feed fades away from the ring announcers after their brief wrap-up of events leading to the upcoming Tornado Tag match. Mike Powers patiently stood waiting for his cue and began the process of introducing the participants of the match.
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under tornado tag team rules.”
The theatre gets filled with silver lights as “Welcome to the Queendom” begins to play through the speakers. Sydney and Natasha walk out through the curtain immediately being followed by Ursula Palmer and Courtney Sharpless. Sydney pulls up on her ring jacket as Natasha kneels down in front of her. Sydney then throws open her jacket as they bounce down the aisle. Ursula is walking down behind them as Courtney walks with her.
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.”
Sydney and Natasha slides into the ring at the same as Ursula is seen walking up the steel steps. Courtney continues walking around the ring, pulls a chair up and takes a seat next to the commentators booth. Sydney jumps up onto one turnbuckle as Natasha gets up onto another turnbuckle. Sydney flings off her ring jacket as Natasha throws her arms high into the air. Ursula stands in the middle of them as she points to both of them as they jump off their respective turnbuckles and begins the final preparations for their upcoming match.
POWERS: ”And their opponents…First weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from St Louis, Missouri…The Charismatic Renegade…EQUINOX!!”
Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella. He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps before pulling up the ring apron and cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused. Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt as he let out a bloody scream.
POWERS: ”…And his partner…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds…from Blackpool, England but currently residing in Malibu, California…The Lionheart…MIKE HARRISON!!”
“Beast” by Nico Vega can be heard through the sound system and Harrison emerges from behind the black curtain. Upon seeing Harrison the crowd springs into life with cheers that echo around the arena. He stops and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smile on his face. A few moments pass and Harrison makes his way down the ramp to the ring and taps the hands of fans along the way. When he reaches the ring he stops and stares intently at the ring, a moment later he slides under the bottom rope and runs towards the corner of the ring and springs up onto the top turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd as the drums midway through the song begin to get into motion and Harrison closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat.
JOHNSON: ”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.”
The ref calls for the bell and signals for the involved competitors to move to the center of the ring and get the action underway.
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…”
Equinox had pulled Harrison up to his feet and the two lock eyes on their opponents. They run side by side and dive through the ropes, hitting tandem suicide dives on Natasha and Sydney at ringside! Equinox and Harrison hop to their feet and receive an ovation from the live audience. They grab Sydney and toss her into the ring. Each circles around the ring and converge on her from opposite sides of the ring. As Sydney climbs to her feet Harrison grabs Sydney and drives her down to the mat with a reverse STO as Equinox hits a jumping leg drop bulldog. They flip her onto her stomach and Harrison makes the cover as Equinox watches Natasha start to stir.
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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…”
Equinox lifts Syndey up and holds her above his head with a stalling vertical suplex. Harrison steps behind both of them and swings himself around with a roundhouse kick. Hollister manages to drive a knee down onto the top of Equinox’s head and falls forward onto her feet. Harrison connects with the roundhouse kick but hits Equinox in-between the shoulder blades. He stumbles forward into Sydney Hollister who flips Equinox over with a hurricanrana. Harrison tries to grab a hold of Sydney but she drops down, allowing for her partner who snuck onto the apron to hit Harrison with a springboard dropkick. Hollister turns to look for Equinox, but he slid out of the ring to the arena floor. Hollister steps out of the ring, onto the apron, and charges along the apron towards Equinox, diving off and hitting a spear!
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!”
Harrison stands to his feet and gets hit with a mule kick from Blankenship. She spins around and kicks him across the chest, straightening him upright before hitting a jumping axe handle smash. Harrison hits the canvass but quickly rolls to his knees. Blankenship bounces herself off of the ropes and zeros in on Harrison. She uses his knee for a boost and hits him with a step up shinning wizard! Hollister climbs back into the ring to joint her partner. Together they lift him up and each grabs a front face lock on Harrison before dropping him down with their No Jester’s Allowed double DDT! Natasha makes the cover and tries to pick up the win.
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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!”
Natasha and Sydney pull Harrison up to his feet and take a step back. Sydney drops down and hits Harrison with a leg sweep as Natasha jumps up and hits a spinning heel kick! The high-low combination takes Harrison out and he instinctively rolls under the ropes and onto the apron. Equinox climbs back into the ring, trying to sneak up on the two women. They turn around in time and leap up, hitting a double drop kick that knocks Equinox back into the ropes. Equinox bounces off and rebounds towards Queens Incorporated and they counter with a double suplex. Sydney drops down on Equinox and tries for the cover.
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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.”
Sydney charges Equinox and he quickly dumps her over the top rope with a back body drop. Natasha watches her partner crash to the ringside area and then lets out a flurry of kicks targeting Equinox’s leg. Equinox counters with a knee to the midsection and then follows that up with a sit-out inverted suplex slam. Harrison pulls himself back up to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Harrison leaps off and hits a frog splash onto Natasha, sticking the landing and trying for the pinfall.
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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.”
As the action continues, the fans start to rumble and point upwards. There is a quick shot up to the catwalks and the hooded figure in black who appeared during the Rumble and Lopez-Hawkes match is back, watching the match below with hands on the railing.
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.”
Harrison lands on his feet and quickly flattens Sydney with a clothesline. Inside the ring, Natasha catches Equinox as he watches that exchange and leaps up onto his back, rolling him up with a crucifix.
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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!”
Equinox turns and sees Sydney getting back to her feet. He charges towards the ropes and leaps completely over the top rope, hitting a fosbury flop, taking Sydney Hollister out. Meanwhile in the ring, Natasha stands over Harrison and reaches down towards him. Harrison grabs Natasha’s arm and traps it with his leg. Harrison tucks his shin underneath Natasha’s throat and begins pulling down on the back of her head, completing the Gogoplata! Natasha tries to fight it but quickly begins to fade in the center of the ring. Natasha is left with no other choice but to tap out…
DING! DING! DING!
:JOHNSON ”Mike Harrison just forced Natasha Blankenship to tap! The Carnival has won this tornado tag match!”
“Beast” by Nico Vega begins to scream through the speakers as Equinox joins his partner in the ring. The two hold their arms proudly above their head as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, by submission…Equinox…Mike Harrison…THE CARNIVAL!!”

Our scene opens with 4CW reporter Gabriel Hartman pacing back and forth outside of the Phoenix Theatre, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive. The camera could only just pick up Hartman’s impatient mutterings of ‘Where is she?’ Hartman didn;t have to wait much longer, for as if on cue a young woman approached the building’s front doors carrying a gym bag over her shoulders.
That woman was Jessica Black.
And she passed the reporter as if she didn’t see him waiting for her.
HARTMAN: “JB! Hey JB!”
Jessica was mere feet away from the doors before Hartman’s voice stopped her. She breathed a heavy sigh and the camera could pick up her mutter ‘God damn it…’ before she turned to face the 4CW reporter.
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.”

Jessica flashed him her trademark smirk before she unshouldered her gym bag, letting it fall to the ground.
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…”
And with a hand in the reporter’s face, Jessica bade him to shut up while she talked. She was silent for a moment, while she lowered her hand, and then…
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.”
Her smirk returned.
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…”
Jessica stood there, throwing her gym bag back over her shoulder while she stared at Hartman like he told her he ate her cookie sandwich. With the way the Lady Gangster stared at him, Hartman started to get a little worried that she really was going to slap him.
And she did.
BLACK: “Didn’t I say I’d slap you, Negative Nancy?”
And with that, she kept on walking, leaving Hartman to hold his cheek and stare at the Lady Gangster in shock.
BLACK: *shaking her head as she entered the building, speaking to herself* ”Some people just don’t listen…!”

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS. TARA BLACKHART
The lights go out, the crowd is wondering whats going on. Suddenly on the big screen, a young man with long blonde hair is seen walking across a desolate land. The opening lyrics begin going smoothly till a LOUD scream is heard. The Pyro’s go off as that same young man is on the ramp accompanied by Brooke McQueen. It appears to be Griffin Hawkins!
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”
He walks down the ramp as “Monkey Business” by Skid Row hits. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp way. He walks up the ring stairs and holds the ropes for his manager to step through. He gets on the ropes and throws the devil horns in the air, pumping the crowd. Soon he gets off the ropes, taking off his leather jacket and goes to the outside of the ring. He puts his Silver Aviator glasses on a lucky young fan, patting him on the head as he smiles up at him. Griffin slides back into the ring and motions for his opponent to hurry up.
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.”
“Shitlist” by L7 begins to play as the theatre goes dark and shades of purple begin to pulsate. Tara comes from the back now, a slight smirk. She comes to the stage where it meets the ramp and throws her head back as she holds her arms up high almost like she’s doing a ‘Y’. Lilly Rose would soon follow out behind her, as she stops next to Tara.
POWERS: ”And introducing his opponent from El Paso, Texas, she is accompanied to the ring by Lilly Rose. She is Tara Blackhart.”
Streams of silver, white and purple pyro explode in ‘X’s behind them across the stage. Tara snaps her head down and starts down the ramp, as Lilly follows behind her. Tara rolls under the ropes and jumps to her feet, this time throwing an ‘X’ over her head via her arms as purple pyro blast from each corner post. Lilly Rose would enter the ring, as they head to Tara’s corner as they start discussing things. The music dies off as Griffin quickly exits the ring.
JOHNSON: ”I guess Griffin is scared.”
VASSA: ”Tara seems a little confused.”
Tara looks over at the referee who shrugs her shoulders. Griffin looks back at Tara and throws one finger into the air. She throws her arms into the air in frustration as Griffin sprints back up the ramp. Brooke is even scratching the side of her head as Lilly and Tara are talking over somethings.
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.”
Tara starts walking back up the ramp when Griffin reemerges pushing a home depot size cart filled with a leaf blower, a dirty mop, a mop bucket, a caution wet floor sign and several other unusual weapons. Tara stops for split second observing the cart as a wild smirk comes across the face of Griffin.
VASSA: ”I think Griffin wanted to go get some toys from the back.”
JOHNSON: ”So what, let see if these get any use.”
Tara starts backing down the ramp as Griffin just pushes the cart down the ramp. Tara readies herself while he is more concerned about the items. She bounces up onto the barricade then connects with a thrust kick to the side of Griffin’s head. The bell finally sounds as Tara helps Griffin back up to his feet. She brushes some of the hair out of his face before flinging him head first into the cart itself. His head bounces off the cart as it rolls right into the ring. Griffin is lying on the ramp way as Tara rips off a metal voltage sign from off the guardrail. She motions for him to get up to his feet. Griffin instinctively throws a kick into Tara’s sternum as she raises the weapon in the air. Tara keels over as Griffin kips up to his feet. He pulls out a caution light and cracks it over her head.
VASSA: ”Someone must have ran a red light”
JOHNSON: ”This match is already getting a little extreme.”
Griffin sees Tara down as he pulls off the mop bucket that is full of dirty water. He pulls off the mop squeezer part off and sets it on the ground. He lifts the bucket in the air and pours the water all over Tara’s head. Tara quickly shoots up as her make up is running down her face. Griffin knocks her back down with a quick punch. He looks down at Tara before taking off towards the back. A soak and wet Tara slowly gets back up to her feet as she lets out a scream.
JOHNSON: ”That water smells awful.”
VASSA: ”What do you expect? It’s probably from some poor janitor who just got finished mopping up something.”
Tara wipes the water off her brow before taking off after Griffin. Griffin is standing behind the open door hoping to jump her. However she dropkicks him from behind sending his head straight into the small glass inside the door. Glass shards fall over the floor as Tara continues to drive his face straight into the broken glass. Tara walks over to one of the catering tables, picks up a cake cutter and walks back over toward Griffin. He is getting back up to his feet as she swings hard at him with the cake cutter. The force of the blow causes a whiplash affect on Griffin as Tara catches him with a snap DDT on the concrete floor. Tara drops down for a pin attempt as the referee is no where in sight.
VASSA: ”Where is the damn referee?”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe he got lost”
Tara smacks the floor with her hand in utter frustration as she shoots back up to her feet. She starts screaming at the top of her lungs as Griffin rolls over on to his hands and knees. He starts to crawl back toward the ringside area as Tara stops him with guitar hero controller to his back. He flattens out as Tara puts the controller underneath his neck and pulls back. Griffin grunts in mere pain but decides not to tap out. Griffin wraps his arms around Tara’s legs and gets back up to his knees. She continues to straddle his back but he finally gets back up to his feet. Tara is struggling to stay on his back as he reaches his hands out for something to grab. Tara doesn’t give up as she bites his ear. He stumbles with the added pressure as she lets go of his ear.
JOHNSON: ”That looks painful!”
Griffin finally grabs a hold of a broom hiding in the corner and swings it up. The force of the broom smacks Tara right in the face as she loosens her grip on him. He swings a few more times as each time it connects with her face. Tara finally let’s go of Griffin as she stumbles on her feet. He turns around and breaks the broom over her head. She falls to the ground as Griffin grabs a scooter from an open dressing room and quickly gets back to the ringside area. He is tossing the items from the cart into the ring as he notices his hands covered in red. He wipes his face and sees blood dripping off his fingers. He jumps up onto the ring apron as Tara is seen running down the ramp. Griffin picks up the wet floor sign as Tara jumps up onto the ring apron. She jumps into the ring only to get met with a wet sign to the head. She slumps down against the ropes as Griffin drops the sign. He picks up the dirty mop and smiles.
VASSA: ”Someone is going to be mopped up.”
Griffin swings the mop toward Tara but she ducks causing the mop to bounce off the ropes and hit him instead. Griffin stumbles in the ring as Tara bounces off the ropes. She ducks a wild swing and bounces off the other side. Right as Tara comes off the ropes, Griffin catches her with a quick Super kick.
JOHNSON: ”Shot in the dark. This one is over.”
Griffin drops into a pinning attempt as Tara is out cold. The referee drops into position as he pounds the canvas.
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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 has been searching for Dustin James Holt after the cryptic message he left. He travels to all the areas where Dustin would be at but he keeps getting dead ends. He slams his hand on the wall in frustration and turns to go find someone else when Alonzo Gomez appears in front of him.
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 looks around before grabbing Gabriel’s shoulders and looks right into his eyes.
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.”
Gabriel shakes his head before walking away from the creepy Alonzo. Right as Gabriel turns the corner, Dustin James Holt walks up behind Alonzo who seems to be sweating bullets.
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!!!!”
Dustin and Alonzo disappears back into the shadows as the scene cuts away.

Standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a pair of black wrestling tights, a black sleeveless hooded sweatshirt with the hood down, and with the 4CW Pride championship belt draped over his shoulder, is Jason Sanity. In his right hand, he holds a cordless microphone.
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?”
A grin meets the chorus of booing from the fans. He raises the belt off his shoulder and hoists it into the air to even louder jeering. He just shakes his head and chuckles to himself, before resting the belt again on his shoulder.
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.”
This actually gets a reluctant cheer from the crowd.
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.”
The lopsided grin returns.
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.”
He paces around the ring, his head lowered as if in thought.
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.”
A shrug.
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.”
Another pause.
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.”
He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, then turns to face the entrance way.
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?”
The Pride champion shakes his head.
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.”
He raises his hand and points at the entrance way, in the direction of the locker room.
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.”
Another pause.
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?”
He grins win, showing all white teeth.
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.”
He tosses down the microphone as ‘Come With Me’ by Puff Daddy plays over the theatre speakers, then makes his way from the ring.

Pacing back and forth inside his locker room Lo’Renzo Porter gets an unexpected knock at the door. Flipp sucking his teeth not paying the knocks any mind.
FLIPP: “Man who at my door?”
He takes a seat on the stool still thinking about his altercation with Jason Sanity earlier in the show. The knocks continuing.
FLIPP: “Brah.”
Sucking his teeth once more he stands from the stool, stepping up to the door and swinging it open. Four Corners Wrestling general manager Frankie Morrison standing behind it.
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…”
Lo’renzo cuts his eyes, placing his hands inside his pockets and beginning to pace around the locker room once more.
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 paused for a moment, noticing that Lo’Renzo really needed a boost of his confidence going into a big non title match against Jason Sanity.
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.”
Morrison pointed to his head, tapping his temple three times with his index finger.
FLIPP: “Think.”
Lo’Renzo nodded his head, coming to a hault and tapping his temple himself.
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..”
Lo’Renzo’s demeanor was beginning to change and Frankie could notice that.
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.”
Lo’Renzo stands like a solider and salutes the general manager of four corners wrestling. Morrison extends his hand and the two embrace with a handshake before the camera crew cuts from the feed.

UNDERCARD
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!!
A familiar sound can be heard as the lights go dim. A spotlight is focused at the entrance area as the crowd is buzzing in anticipation. The lyrics of “Built To Last” by Rise Against blares across the PA.
“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!!”
#SIMPLY F’N PUT!
A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. “SIMPLY PUT” is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut with his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
#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.”
DING DING DING!!!
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.”
Khris goes for another one of those deadly kicks but Rebel is able to limp out of the way in time before contact. Khris not wasting anytime trailing behind Rebel delivering a short elbow to the back of his head. Khris grabs Rebel by the arm and whips him across the ring into the tutnbuckle, Rebel bouncing off into Khris’s arms who lifts Rebel up and plants him with a Belly to Belly Suplex.
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.”
With Rebel still down Khris delivers a few stomps before lifting Rebel back to his feet and hits him with an European Uppercut. Rebel stumbling back into the turnbuckle. Khris setting himself up for that corner Superkick but Rebel ducks under it, rolling out of the way to catch his breathe.
JOHNSON: ”Khris has really been applying some pressure.”
VASSA: ”He’s been much quicker to the point than Rebel.”
With both men on their feet they circle the ring once more before wrapping up in the middle of the ring before Rebel is able to out-wrestle Khris into a standing side Head Lock. With Rebel wrapped around his neck Khris tries pushing him off but to no avail. Rebel brings the Head Lock down to a knee before flipping Rebel over that knee and hitting him with a few blows to the face. With one final blow Rebel lifts Khris back to his feet before putting him back to the mat with a Side Suplex, staying on the attack he places Khris in a Figure Four Leg Lock that has Khris clamoring out in pain.
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!!”
Khris makes one more attempt to make his way near a rope but Rebel recjects him. Though Khris does find a way to reverse his body in order to loosen up the lock to where he’s able to push Rebel off with his free leg. Both men waste no time getting to their feet. Rebel with more pep darting across the ring looking for a Clothesline that Young dodges. Young goes darting off toward the ropes, Rebel trailing behind him but Young leaps off the second rope and hits Rebel with a Springboard Back Elbow, Rebel stumbling bacwards before falling to the mat but rolling back to his feet.
VASSA: ”Such an impressive move by the International Phenom.”
JOHNSON: ”Not enough to hold Johnny Rebel down though.”
Rebel wipes at his mouth looking for a sign of blood before shaking his head. With Young back to his feet he taps his chest a few times getting booed and cheered by the crowd. Rebel making a move with a blow to the face that Khris ducks under, Khris delivering a knee to Rebel’s gut that causes him to bend over, Khris looking for the first impression but Rebel’s able to push Young off before he’s able to lift him. The push causing Khris to stumble backwards, Rebel on the attack and planting Khris with a Single-Arm DDT. Rebel going for the quick pin.
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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!!
Rebel not wanting to give Khris any room looks for a quick leg takedown but Young leaps over it. Rebel looking for a Superkick but Young catches the leg and sweeps Rebel off of his feet. Not looking for a submission Young pounces on Rebel and delivers a few punches to his face before lifting Rebel back to his feet. Rebel scraping the eyes of Khris causing Khris to lose some of the steam he was building up. With a kick to the gut Rebel tries setting up for The PutDown once more but Young reaches out grabbing one of Rebel’s arm and gets him in a single underhook before lifting Rebel up and planting him with the Hysteria. The crowd aweing at the impact. Young rolling on top of Rebel for the pin.
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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.”

Still outside of the Parking Garage, pacing back and fourth along the side walk is Jason Cashe. Going over different plans in his head on how to get inside the building. Having tried a handful of tricks since he was last seen, these Security Guards are really good at guarding the building. He’s tried other entrances, disguises, he dressed up Lord Raab and everything was shot down and exposed. He’d called people inside to try and help but he had no friends and Borderland lost his phone and his luggage at the airport, he didn’t even know Cashe had showed up. He had fewer numbers than usual due to the expanding roster, he hadn’t met even half of the people competing for 4CW. He felt stuck.
CASHE: “How much money do I have, maybe they’ll take a bribe?”
As he fumbles to retrieve his wallet from his pants pocket, a voice comes from behind him. One that is like nails on a chalk board to his ears, a voice he truly doesn’t like even hearing.
VOICE: Having some trouble there, buddy?”
Turning to face the voice, it turns out to be Nathaniel Havok. A man who in his own right has found some success. Havok was the reigning 4CW Extreme Champion and he had the belt over his shoulder to prove it as he comes within arm’s reach of Jason Cashe.
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…”
Reaching back, Cashe unhooks the Southwest Title from around his waist, his shirt comes loose after being mushed up by the belt. He lets it drop down onto the concrete sidewalk where they both stand before getting into a pre fight like stance.
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.”
Turning from Cashe, Nathaniel Havok begins to walk back into the Parking Garage.
CASHE: “Yeah forget it…I have my own idea now!”
Running up from behind, Cashe collides into Havok. Knocking him forward, Havok falls to his hands and knees and Cashe quickly goes into stomping away at him. He turns his head to make sure the Security Guards can see him fucking Havok up. Scrambling to his feet, shoving Cashe back Havok has a look of fight in his eyes as the two stand out. Like an old western showdown, the air feels like time itself is standing still as they watch each other.
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!”
The two launch in at each other, both landing a solid punch to the other’s face. They begin trading a few which signals for a few of the guards to come running. Not exactly what Cashe thought, only 3 came and 3 remain guarding the entrance. He still knew this was a better chance than he had in all other attempts. Cashe ducks a wide right from Havok and tags him with a quick one, two to the body before shoving Havok back with a charging shoulder. Cashe rushes at Havok and gets his head snapped sideways as Havok pops up a Superkick out of nowhere and Cashe stands dazed as the Security Guards rush in and separate the two men. Two of them on Havok and one on Cashe as things seem to settle down.
HAVOK: “Now’s your chance, you’re welcome.”
CASHE: “For what? You ain’t done shit, I was kicking YOUR ass…”
Cashe still shaking off the butterflies lunges forward headbutting the guard containing him, right in the bridge of his nose and blood sheds and flies as the guard falls back groaning loudly. Breaking into a bee line rush towards the door, Cashe watches as the 3 remaining guards huddle together to make a human barrier. Gaining speed, pushing with everything he’s got for a man who NEVER runs, Cashe is coming in quick. The head of the guard almost casually pulls out a shooting taser and pops it into Cashe’s chest, he flops forward stiffened and gurgling as he hits the pavement and begins convulsing from the electricity running through him. The scene fades back to ringside as Havok stands at the entrance shaking his head at the failures of Jason Cashe at the Phoenix Theater in Arizona.

UNDERCARD
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!! “
“Believe Me” by Ace Hood begins playing causing a stir of cheers as Flipp Porter steps out onto the stage dressed in tydie knee length trunks and custom made blue and grey dc wrestling kicks. He taps his chest a few times before smiling and making his way down the ramp before stepping inside the ring.
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. “
He jumps up and down getting the crowd hype before he crosses his chest and points up to the rafters. He runs up a turnbuckle before doing a back flip of off it hyping himself up for the action tonight. Taking his bandanna from around his hair and throwing it into the crowd.
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!”
He lowers his arms, his eyes focused ahead of him, and makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steel ring steps, slides through the second and third rope, then ascends to the second turnbuckle facing the audience. Again he lifts his arms in the air, fists clenched, then lifts his head back, causing his hood to fall from his head. He lowers his head, a smirk painted on his expression, then dismounts from the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON:” Here we go! “
DING!!! DING!!!
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. “
Sanity outstretches his arms as the fans rain down with boos. Sanity goes to pick up Flipp, but is met with forearms to the gut. Flipp reaches his feet, runs at the ropes, but is met with a clothesline and Flipp topples over the top rope and to the outside. A smirk fits over the face of Sanity as he climbs to the outside to meet Flipp. Sanity kicks Flipp in the head to keep him on the ground as the ref begins to count.
JOHNSON:” The Pride Champion better take this one back to the ring. Can’t win out there. “
Sanity picks Flipp up, lifts him up for a body slam, but instead drops Flipp face first on the ring apron. Sanity aggressively picks him up and rolls him back under the bottom rope. Sanity makes the first pin of the evening.
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JOHNSON:”And Flipp gets the shoulder up! “
Sanity sits up and looks down at the fallen Porter before getting up and dropping another elbow onto the chest of Flipp. He gets up and does another and another and another. Sanity gets up and gloats a bit instead of taking the pin. Jason picks Flipp up and sends him to the corner, chest first. Flipp staggers out as Sanity bounces off the ropes, looking for a running clothesline.
JOHNSON:” Flipp ducks the clothesline! “
Sanity turns around and Flipp knocks Sanity to the mat with a chin kick.
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. “
Flipp is crawling to the corner and finally makes it to his feet as does Sanity. Flipp walks towards Sanity as he takes off running. Flipp sidesteps him and tosses him over the top rope, but Sanity hangs onto the ropes and lands on the apron. Flipp turns around and goes after Sanity, but Sanity throws a shoulder through the middle rope and hits Flipp in the midsection. He falls to one knee as Sanity runs, and climbs to the top rope. Sanity jumps off and Flipp hops into the air and hits Sanity with a drop kick in mid air. The fans erupt in cheers at the little offense from Flipp.
JOHNSON:” Nice athleticism shown from Porter. “
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FOUR
JOHNSON:” Sanity is slow to get to his feet. “
VASSA:” Flipp is up and is looking to continue the offense. “
Flipp lifts Sanity up into the corner and unloads with stiff forearms and elbows to the face of Sanity. Flipp centers him in the ring, sends him to the ropes, Sanity ducks the initial clothesline, but is dropped to the mat with a sidewalk slam as he bounces off the opposite side. Flipp skips the pin attempts and picks Sanity back up off the mat. He sends him to the corner and runs after him. Sanity flips him over the top rope, but Flipp lands on his feet. Sanity turns around and is met with a kick to the temple. Sanity drops to one knee holding his face as Flipp ascends to the top rope. Sanity turns around and takes another shot to the face with a flying knee. Flipp makes his first pin attempt.
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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! “
Flipp falls to his back, looking up at the rafters. Sanity craws away from the action and into the corner. Flipp pulls himself up to one knee and looks across at Sanity who is seated in the corner. Flipp tries to take advantage, but Sanity pulls himself out of the corner and hits a boot across the face of Flipp, causing him to drop to one knee. Sanity immediately hooks him, swings him towards the center of the ring, and hits a snap suplex. Sanity flips over and lands at the feet of Flipp. He grabs both legs and goes for his famous Texas Cloverleaf, but Flipp pushes him away, and tries to crawl away. Sanity his left leg as he hops on his right leg, facing Sanity. Flipp leaps into the air, looking for an enziguri, but Sanity ducks it. Sanity lets go of the leg, hooks Flipp up from behind and hits a belly to back suplex.
VASSA:” Sanity just outsmarted Flipp there. That’s why he’s the champion, Steve! “
Flipp is in perfect placement as Sanity pulls himself up to the second rope. Sanity jumps off, looking for a knee drop, but Flipp rolls out of the way. Sanity is on both knees. Flipp takes advantage, grabs Sanity’s left arm and flips him over into an arm bar.
JOHNSON:” This could be it, Vinny! Fllipp is good with his submissions! “
VASSA:” There’s no way that Sanity taps out! “
Flipp has both legs over the chest of Sanity as he bridges his body up off the mat. Sanity is screaming in agony as he inches his way over to the ropes. Flipp continues to rip at the arm, but Sanity is finally able to reach the bottom rope. Flipp hears the refs count, but before he lets go, he lifts his leg up, and brings it down with force over Sanity’s chest.
VASSA:” He didn’t break the hold. That’s illegal. “
JOHNSON:” Give me a break. “
Flipp sits up as Sanity pulls himself under the bottom rope and to the outside. Flipp sees this, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a baseball slide, but Sanity sidesteps it and Flipp slides to the outside, lands on his feet. Sanity goes for a clothesline, but Flipp ducks it. Sanity turns around and gets taken down with a roundhouse kick. Flipp immediately picks him up and slides him back into the ring. Flipp ignores the pin and gets Sanity back to his feet. He rocks him with another forearm before backing him into the corner. Flipp grasps the back of Sanity’s head with one hand and grabs his trunks with the other. Flipp swings him around and throws his shoulder first, into the steel ring post.
JOHNSON:” What a thud! “
Sanity drops to one knee, but Flipp doesn’t take a break, lifting Sanity up onto the top turnbuckle with his back facing the ring.
VASSA:” What is he doing?! “
JOHNSON:” He may be looking for that reverse frankensteiner, Vinny.”
Flipp pounds him in the back with a few more shots before climbing up to the second rope. Sanity tries to battle back with elbows to the face of Flipp, but he counters with a club to the back of Sanity’s head. Flipp reaches the top rope as he looks out at all of the cheering fans. Sanity notices their reaction as he reaches back and trips Flipp up. Flipp loses balance and falls to his back on the canvas. Sanity regains his composure and turns around to face Flipp. Sanity flies off the second turnbuckle and hits the Sanitizer on Flipp. Sanity hooks the leg.
VASSA:” Sanitizer!! “
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THR…KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:” What a match! Flipp kicks out and this one will continue!”
Flipp is on all fours, holding his neck as Sanity is behind him stalking him. Flipp gets to his feet and Sanity pulls him in close, looking to set up the End Game, but Flipp backs him into the corner. Flipp rams him into the corner a few more times and Sanity lets go. Flipp turns around and Sanity rakes him in the eyes. Flipp staggers backwards to the center of the ring and Sanity explodes from the corner, looking for a running clothesline. Flipp ducks it. Sanity turns around and is hit with Juice from out of nowhere. Flipp hooks both legs.
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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! “
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS:” The winner of this match…Flipp Porter!! “
JOHNSON:” A huge win for Flipp and I don’t even think he can believe it!”
Flipp rolls under the bottom rope and crashes on the outside.
VASSA:” This is ridiculous.”
JOHNSON:” Regardless of what you think, Vinny, Flipp picks up a win over the current Pride Champion. “
Sanity gets to his feet with a surprised look on his face as he looks to the outside, making eye contact with Flipp. The two stare each other down for a moment before Porter turns away to head to the back. As Sanity gets his PRIDE Title belt back from the referee, the fans start pointing up and making a stir. The camera goes up to the catwalks and the hooded figure in black is crouched down as the PRIDE Champion rolls out of the ring. There is a slight nod of the head.
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.”

The scene opens as the sound/visual of a “Suped-Up” H1 Hummer has just entered the Parking Lot area, where we can now see none other than “The Glasgow Hooligan” Alec Quartermain spring out of it with rage. He then slams the Driver’s Door shut before walking around the front of the vehicle to only have his efforts of Entering The Building be cut short by 4CW Security; who are protecting not only the Entrance but also Perry Wallace as he stands arrogantly behind them along side Michael Salieri.
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!”
The impromptu response from Perry’s “Enforcer” Michael Salieri sends a smirk to Alec’s face.
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?”
The 4CW security unit begins to spead apart as “The Glasgow Hooligan” and Perry’s Enforcer finally get Nose to Nose but before they can come to blows, Perry Wallace on the other hand seems to have a different plan on his agenda for him.
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… “
The scene fades as Perry Wallace has now began to make his way back into the building as Michael Salieri slowly followed suit while still maintaining eye-contact with Alec who’s fuming about getting so close to getting some revenge for Mannie but no cigar…

We see Sativa sitting on a stool in front of a beach front window. The surf rolling in and out calmly. She smirks and then chuckles.
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.”
She stretches and takes a hit off her pen vape before continuing.
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.”
Another puff on the vape to gather her thoughts.
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.”
She takes another puff and blows it at the camera.
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.”
One last puff and exhale at the camera as the scene fades.

HEADLINE
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…”
The production crew skips away from Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa, switching over to 4CW’s MC, Mike Powers. Powers quickly addresses the crowd and begins introducing the competitors for tonights match.
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!”
The lights go dark as the beginning of “My Moment” by DJ Drama hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing as out from the back wearing this weeks designer dress and heels is Daysi Doll who draws some whistles and a few cheers from the crowd as she walks her way down to the ring the camera man following her along the way as the camera seems ready to follow her until Jett Wilder pulls the camera away from her back to him at the top of the ramp, looking at himself in the lens as she pushes the camera away and stands back posing at the top of the ramp with his arms spread wide, nodding his head as the boos now pick up as he walks down with his towel over his shoulders around his neck.
Walking with that swag in his step he gets booed all the way as he heads down the ramp, ignoring the crowd and holding up his arms out at his side as he screams out, “Its My Moment” as he walks around the ring where we rejoin Daysi now who is signing stuff at ringside as Jett walks behind her, the camera completely ignoring him for his mother as she signs shirts and other apparel at ringside as Wilder can be seen posing on the top rope in the background as he jumps down disappearing out of the camera angle until his opponent is ready to make their entrance.
“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system of the theatre, accompanied with mixed emotions from the crowd.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the 4CW EXTREME Champion and “Enforcer of Sorrow”, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
Havok makes his way to the entrance ramp with the 4CW Extreme Championship around his waist, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance. He throws his arms in the air as the lights shine down on him, before walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, calculated, but most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully from the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, removing the championship from his waist as his music fades out.
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…”
The ref calls for the opening bell, signaling to the timekeeper.
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.”
Wilder pushes up to his feet with the help of the ring apron. As he tries to set eyes on his opponent, Nathaniel Havok charges at him with a full head of steam and hits a baseball slide that knocks Wilder back into the security railing. Havok steps onto the ring apron and watches over his shoulder, watching as Wilder pulls himself off of the security railing. Havok leaps up onto the middle rope and springboards backwards, hitting an Asai Moonsault on Jett Wilder! Havok lands on his feet and before he could continue his onslaught of offense he catches Daysi Doll trying to creep up behind him. Havok starts backing Daysi Doll away and senses Wilder charging from behind. Havok steps aside and guides Wilder directly into the ring post. Havok grabs Wilder by the back of the head and pulls him back, arching his body, and driving him down with an inverted DDT! Havok quickly hooks a leg for a pin attempt ringside.
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.”
Havok follows Wilder as he tries to crawl away from his opponent. Havok reaches down and slaps Wilder in the back of the head. Wilder covers up for a moment and begins crawling some more. Havok reaches down again and slaps Wilder for a second time to the back of the head. Havok lifts Wilder to his feet and grabs him by the back his trunks. He tosses him aside, into the steel ring steps, dislodging them in the process. Havok rips the top half of the steps off and shoves it aside. He lifts Wilder back up again, this time using a gut-wrench and powerbombs Wilder onto the flat portion of the exposed steel! Daysi quickly drops down to her sons side and prevents a pin attempt as she checks his condition.
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.”
Havok reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He grabs both legs of the chair and holds it over his head before swinging it wildly down towards Daysi Doll and Jett Wilder. Daysi manages to pull her son away and Havok connects with the steel steps. Havok steps over the steel ring steps and pursues Wilder as he pulls himself up to his feet and into the ring. Havok slides under the bottom rope with the steel chair in hand and as he makes it to his knees Wilder explodes with a dropkick that knocks the steel chair back into the face of Nathaniel Havok! Wilder stumbles to his feet as Havok shakes off the cobwebs. Wilder runs passed Havok and bounces off of the ropes, grabbing Havok with a headlock and driving him down to the canvass with a bulldog! Wilder makes a quick cover, hooking Havok’s leg for added leverage.
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.”
Wilder grabs the chair and swings it down across Havok’s back as he pushed up to his feet. Havok drops down to one knee but fights back up to his feet. Wilder slams the chair down and waits for Havok to turn towards him. Wilder leaps up into the air, grabs Havok with a front face lock while twisting his body and driving him down with a tornado DDT that just misses the steel chair. Wilder lifts the chair back up and moves towards one of the corners. He wedges the chair between the middle and top rope and then turns his attention back towards Havok. Havok staggers towards Wilder who leaps up and takes him down with a Lou Thesz press. Wilder follows that up with a series of right hands from a mounted position. Wilder pushes off of Havok’s chest and then climbs out of the ring. He looks under the ring apron and pulls out a garbage can, a bag of tools, and a broom stick. Wilder throws the can over the top rope and slides the bag of tools and the broomstick into the ring under the bottom rope.
VASSA: ”Wilder has something planned. Not sure what…”
JOHNSON: ”Well it looks like it involves a trash can.”
Wilder lifts the trash can up first and holds it over his head. Havok stands up and is quickly hit over the head, leaving a melon sized dent in the side of the trash can. Wilder then places the trash can over Havok’s head, trapping his arms by his side. Wilder grabs the broom stick and begins teeing off on the side of the steel trash can, each blow rings throughout the first few rows of the live audience. Havok falls backwards, still trapped inside of the can. Wilder steps out onto the apron and quickly grabs the top rope. He launches himself up and over the ropes, crashing down onto the steel can and Nathaniel Havok with a slingshot senton! Wilder crawls back towards Havok and lays across him while still encased in the steel 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.”
Wilder stands up as Havok finally slides the steel trash can over his head. Wilder watches as Havok spins towards him. Wilder quickly catches him with a knee to the midsection. He reaches down and grabs Havok by the back of his trunks and he throws him head first into the steel chair that had been wedged into the corner earlier in the match! Wilder steps up behind Havok as he stumbles backwards and rolls him up with a school boy.
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.”
Wilder turns towards the bag of tools that sits just under the ring ropes. He opens the small duffle bag and sorts through its contents before pulling out a large crescent wrench. Wilder grabs the wrench with both hands and swings it with all of his might towards a charging Nathaniel Havok. He connect and knocks Havok seemingly out cold. Wilder drops the wrench by his side and drops down to his knees. He smirks as he lays across Havok’s chest. Daysi reaches into the ring and tries to hold down his feet as her son tries for the win.
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.”
Wilder stands with his back against the corner and yells for Havok to get to his feet. Havok pulls himself up and turns towards Jett. Jett charges and throws his Gotcha’ bicycle kick but gets cut short when Havok nails the Sorrow Enforced Superkick out of nowhere! Wilder falls through the ropes and lands ringside. Havok drops to one knee after the super kick and watches as Daysi quickly gets to her sons side. Havok slide out of the ring with the broom stick that was used earlier in hand. He charges and swings it, narrowly missing Daysi Doll and striking Jett in the ribs. Jett doubles over and Havok uses the broom stick for added leverage as he drives Jett backwards with a Russian Leg sweep. Havok tosses the broom stick at Daysi, forcing her to scurry out of the way.
JOHNSON: ”Maybe that witch can hop on that broom stick and fly the hell away.”
VASSA: ”Wow Steve…”
Havok drags Wilder up to his feet and grabs him with a side headlock. Havok then drops forward, hitting his F.B.D headlock driver down onto the entranceway! Havok smirks as he turns towards the bottom portion of the steel steps he used earlier and drags it over towards Wilder. Havok lifts Wilder up to he feet, putting his arms underneath Wilder’s arms and grabbing his legs. He lifts Wilder up with a modified package piledriver and spikes Wilder down onto the flat portion of the steel steps.
JOHNSON: ”That’s it! Reign of Terror!”
Havok drops down and presses both of his hands down on Jett’s chest while keeping a close eye on Daysi Doll. The ref drops down to make the count.
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.”
“Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy blares over the venues sound system as the referee raises Havok’s arm above his head. Havok raises his other hand, holding his 4CW Extreme Championship up for the world to see.
POWERS: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner…the 4CW Extreme Champion…NATHANIEL HAVOK!!”

The cameras cut backstage where Jair Hopkins, whom is all in his ring gear, surrounded by his homeboys in Darron and Boogie. The two sidekicks to Hopkins are a few steps behind Hopkins as 4CW’s backstage interviewer in Gabriel Hartman comes into the picture.
HARTMAN: “Hopkins…You got some back-up with you this week…”
Hopkins quickly went to shake his head, smiling as he stepped up to the mic.
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 nodded.
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 began to smile, head lowered a bit as he took a moment to think before speaking.
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!”
Hopkins nods his head to his buddies as all three walk on off. Hartman has the focus of the camera as he look back at Hopkins and his buddies.
HARTMAN: “Well there you have it. It’s all on the line tonight. Back to you at ringside.”

The lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start flickering everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system. Shane Borderland slowly walks out, wearing a nice suit. He has a slight grin on his face as he begins making his way down the ramp. He hops upon the ring apron and enters the ring through the middle rope. When he reaches the center of the ring, he signals for a mic and one is thrown in his direction.
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.”
The crowd begins to cheer from Borderland’s statement.
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.”
The crowd begins to boo him as he paces back and forth inside that ring.
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.”
The crowd looks towards the entrance way, but no one steps 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.”
Shane drops the mic as “My Time to Shine” by Saliva begins to play throughout the theatre. Shane slides under the bottom rope and begins making his way up the ramp. When he reaches the very top, he turns around and has this sadistic grin on his face. He then turns back around and heads to the back.

Backstage, the 4CW cameras are viewing the backstage hallways. Mostly full of production crew busting their asses to keep things together for the show. Wrestlers stretching or getting something from vending machines or catering. Everything seems calm and held together as a few guys come in through the Parking Garage rolling in a dolly with a large storage box. Most likely used to pack up some of the technical stuff. The crew members hurry by with the dolly as 4CW’s Interviewer, Gabriel Hartman approaches John Blade for a few words.
HARTMAN: “John, John, I would like a few words if I might. You got a minute?”
Turning to Hartman, John Blade has some cheesy Neon Green shirt on that matches his trucker hat cupped on his head. He smiles welcoming the chance to speak with Hartman and the viewing audience both live and at home.
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–“
From the right comes Jason Cashe diving into the scene, decking John Blade right to the chin before he can finish his sentence. Hartman startled, jumps back surprised not only by the attack but by Cashe being inside the building.
HARTMAN: “Cashe!? What…What are you doing?? How did you get in here!?”
Bending down and bringing up his Southwest Championship, Jason Cashe grins for the cameras and looks at Hartman. He turns his head as John Blade pushes up from the ground. Cashe not attacking again simply steps back and gives Blade some room.
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!”
Nodding as if satisfied with everything, he begins to leave but John Blade grabs him by an arm and rips him back towards him. Blade gets right in Cashe’s face and looks mad, full of anger as Cashe stands there more shocked at his gull than threatened by his presence.
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?”
Blade steps back and lunges forward trying to make his impression but Cashe ducks it. Hartman backs away as Cashe spins around as does John Blade and Cashe clobbers John Blade with the Southwest Championship. Cashe adjusts, places the title over his shoulder and stares down at John Blade.
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”
Almost skip jumping in place, Cashe lands on his feet and snaps stage right where he originally came from. Gabriel Hartman looks down at John Blade and down the hall to where Cashe ran off too before looking into the cameras.
HARTMAN: “Things could heat up! Back to you guys at ringside..”
Hartman goes to help John Blade up as the scene fades and goes back to ringside for the Main Event.

A dimly lit shot of a door somewhere in the backstage area is shown. The sign on the door reads: CATWALK STAIRS. The door opens slowly and the camera steps into the stairwell. It pans up to the top stairs leading to the theatre catwalks. Standing at the top is a tall imposing figure dressed in all black, face concealed by a hood. The dark figure ominous begins to descent the steps towards the camera and comes face to face with it. A deep, stoic voice echoes in the stair well.
HOODED FIGURE: ”4 CORNERS WRESTLING… I’m here.”
The video feed cuts out.

MAIN EVENT
SOUTH-WEST HEAVYWEIGHT CONTENDER
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JESSICA BLACK VS. JAIR HOPKINS VS. ROXI JOHNSON
The speakers filled the venue with the sound of “Demi Gods” by LabRats and Slim Jim, and the fans reacted to the music with both cheering and booing, neither sound drowning out the other. The main lights dimmed to near-darkness, and yet the noise of the crowd did not quiet down with them.
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!!!”
The flashing lights followed Jessica as started her way down to the ring, her eyes peeking out from under the hood as she still flashed that smirk of hers. When she was just a few feet from the ring, she moved close to some of the gangsters who some of her fans who stood in the front row, high-fiving and brofisting with them, and even ruffling the hair of one or two of the younger JB fans.
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.”
“Ready or Not” by the Fugees hits the sound system. Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out at a rhythmic pace with the music as he begins to “feel the vibe” of the crowd. He does a slow spin-around as the fans greet him with cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. Slapping hands and blowing kisses to the females in attendance.
POWERS: ”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!!!”
Entering the ring as he stylishly poses on the apron he hops upon, he takes in the sight as he looks back at the entrance way. That bright, trademark smile of his shows as he makes his way into the ring. His braids flapping around as he jubilantly accelerates from one side of the ring to the next, bouncing up on the middle rope to the crowd, throwing up that unforgettable “TDB” hand sign. He hops down and hops the near turnbuckle before nodding in approval at the scenery. He hops off and back on the canvas as he stretches, waiting for the match to begin.
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.”
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.
JOHNSON: ”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!”
The ref checks with all three corners for the nod before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.
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.”
Pacing around each other for a moment, the two lock up with Hopkins down by their feet. Roxi takes control and gets Jessica in a side headlock. Roxi then connects with a punch to the side of Jessica’s head. Before she can get another one in, Jessica pushes her off and sends he to the ropes. Roxi hits the ropes hard and comes back with speed. As she approaches, Jessica jumps in the air as Roxi runs underneath and to the opposite ropes. Roxi hits the ropes and bounces back but gets quickly taken down to the canvas with a fluid motion hip toss. Jessica then locks her arm around Roxi’s head with her left and then begins to wear Roxi’s head out with right punches. Roxi fights to break free but doesn’t get anywhere while Jessica continues to connect with punch after punch. From behind, Hopkins grabs Jessica by the hair and pulls her off of Roxi. He then stands her up before turning her around and greeting her with a gut kick. Jessica lunges forward from the kick, giving Hopkins the opportunity to lock his arm around her head. Jessica goes to lift Hopkins up but only gets him a few inches off the ground before he pulls back on her head, smacking her back with his other hand and driving her head into the canvas with an impact DDT. Jessica flips over and falls to her back as Hopkins slowly gets to his feet, keeping an eye on both ladies while they’re down.
JOHNSON: ”He made that move look flawless!”
VASSA: ”People don ‘t give him the credit that he deserves.”
Hopkins turns his attention to Roxi who is the first to start climbing to her feet. Before she can get up, he’s right there to intervene and give her a helping hand. After standing her up, Hopkins slaps her across the chest with a backhand chop that sends a sound cutting through the crowd, initiating a huge pop. He then hits her with another and another until backing her into the corner. Hopkins draws back for another big backhand chop but Roxi reaches forward with both hands, grabbing him by the head. He then spins around and pushes him into the corner, slamming his back into the turnbuckle. Roxi then swings with an elbow that connects with the side of Hopkins jaw. She then lifts him up and sits him on the top. She climbs to the second rope and then sets him up for the big move. Roxi then lifts him up from the turnbuckle and over her head, falling backwards and slamming him to the mat with a suplex from the top.
VASSA: ”She’s always full of surprises!”
As Roxi stands up, looking down at Hopkins, Jessica knocks her to one knee with a forearm across the back. Jessica then fires away with a series of punches to Roxi coming from both sides. She then pulls Roxi back to her feet and turns her around to face her. Jessica swings with a swift punch, hitting Roxi in the mouth and knocking her back a step. Jessica then slides in and wraps her arms around Roxi, lifting her up and throwing her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Jessica quickly gets to her feet and goes to town with a stomping frenzy. Rolling across the ring trying to get away, Roxi avoids a few stomps before getting to the ropes. Jessica then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. Jessica grabs her arm and throws her to the ropes behind them. After bouncing back and approaching with speed, Jessica jumps into the airand wraps her legs around Roxi’s head, taking her down to the mat with a head scissors takedown. Jessica pops up to her feet and stands over Roxi, looking down at her. Jessica then turns around and shows off for the crowd before jumping in the air with a backflip and connecting with a moonsault across Roxi’s body. Jessica then hooks the leg as the ref drops down for the count.
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 Roxi looks up, Jessica is right in her face with an open hand slap across the cheek. Roxi’s head turns to the side from the stinging slap. She then fires back with one of her own and leaves a hand print across Jessica’s face as it brushes off. The two then exchange punches for a moment before Jessica throws a jab to her eye. Roxi stumbles back a step and hits the ropes. Jessica then moves in beside her and grabs her by the head with one hand. She then takes a few steps, pulling Roxi along, and jumps into the air, planting her face into the canvas with a one-handed bulldog. Jessica pops up to her feet and then rushes to the corner. She ascends the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Before she can get turned around to face the action in the ring, Hopkins runs to the ropes and shakes them wildly. Jessica loses her balance and falls to a seating position before bending backwards. He legs get caught in the ropes as her body hangs upside down. Hopkins takes advantage of the situation and kicks her in the open mid-section a few times before taking a few steps back and pausing for a brief moment. He then runs forward and hits her with a drop kick to the face, knocking her head backwards, slamming it into the lower turnbuckle. Still hanging upside down, she watches in pain as Hopkins gets back to his feet. He locks in on her again, defenseless and trapped.
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!”
Hopkins walks over to the pile and grabs Jessica by the head, pulling her off of Roxi. He stands her up and draws back before landing a hard right to her forehead. He then lifts her up in a fireman’s position and falls backwards, slamming Jessica to the canvas with a Samoan drop. He pops back to his feet as the sounds of the crowd begin to overtake everything. He looks over the crowd as the adrenaline pumps throughout the theatre. He then grabs Jessica again and lifts her back to her feet. He stands behind her and locks in a full nelson. He then lifts her up in and air and goes for a front face slam but Jessica manages to pulls her arms away. While still up, she bends over and grabs the back of his legs before rolling forward and pulling him down in a cradle pin position. The ref quickly drops down for the count.
ONE
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TWO
JOHNSON: ”Look out now!”
Roxi runs in and breaks up the pin as she kicks Jessica in the back of the head. Falling over to the side, Jessica holds her head and rubs it for a moment before cutting her eyes over to Roxi who is standing above her. Roxi then swings down and connects with a closed right hand to the jaw. Jessica falls back to the mat as her head crashes into the canvas. Roxi then grabs her by the haid and pulls her up to her feet. Once up, Roxi kicks her in the stomach and then pulls her head in between her legs. Roxi then wraps her arms around Jessica’s waist and lifts her into the air and drops her to the canvas with a powerbomb that shakes the ropes. With Jessica on her back, Roxi pops up and runs to the corner. She ascends the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she turns around to see Jessica still down on her back. Roxi then leaps from the top and flies through the air before coming down and connecting with a flying leg drop from the top rope. As he leg comes down on her throat like a guillotine, Jessica’s feet shoot into the air as her head remains pinned down to the mat. Roxi then rolls over and pushes herself up while Jessica quickly reaches for her neck and holds it in pain.
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.”
The ref checks in with Roxi but she refuses to submit as she fights to break free. Not getting anywhere, Roxi still scrambles to get away while Hopkins keeps that leg locked and pulling back with everything he has in the tank. Jessica finally gets back up and watches for a moment while stalking. She then runs to the ropes and jumps into the air. Planting her feet on the middle rope, she springboards back and connects with a roundhouse kick to the side of Hopkins head, knocking him off of Roxi.
JOHNSON: ”SPLITTING HEADACHE!!!”
Jessica quickly rushes Hopkins as he falls to his back. Before she can get close, Roxi grabs her foot and trips her up. The two then roll around the ring with each other, taking their shots and landing their blows. Jessica mounts herself on top of Raxi and draws back for a big punch. Before she can even take the swing, Roxi grabs her by the head and pulls it down while driving hers upward and connecting with a head butt. Jessica rolls over to the side as Roxi pulls herself away and stands to her feet. She then goes to grab Jessica but gets caught with a jab to the stomach. Jessica then lifts her up into the air and drops her to the mat with a spinebuster that sends a sound echoing throughout the theatre. Jessica then pops to her feet and runs to the corner. She looks behind her to see Roxi and Hopkins still down. She then climbs the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she turns around to face the ring. Standing straight up, Jessica shows off for the crowd for a moment and then vaults herself off the top rope and gets some serious air before coming down at Roxi with a diving head butt.
JOHNSON: ”Black Magic!”
Before landing the impact move, Roxi rolls out of the way as Jessica’s face slams into the canvas. Jessica pops up to all fours as Roxi quickly gets to her feet. As Jessica pushes herself up to her knees, Roxi runs to the ropes and jumps towards them. She springboards off the middle rope and comes back with a roundhouse kick of her own that connects with the side of her head. As Jessica falls down to the canvas, Roxi stands to both feet and steps towards her to drop down for the pin.
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!”
Hopkins then covers Roxi for the pin while Jessica is still down across the ring. The ref quickly drops down for the count.
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!”
As Hopkins music plays and they get to their feet, the referee raises their hand in victory as the crowd all turn their heads near the Announcer’s Table as Jason Cashe comes leaping over the ring barrier. Hopkins doesn’t yet see Cashe at ringside as the Champion face shoves the time keeper away and picks up the folding chair they had been sitting on. Closing the chair, Cashe turns his attention back to the ring and hurries, sliding in under the bottom ropes. On his feet, Cashe lines up Hopkins just as they turn around.
WHACK!!!
VASSA: “OH MY GAWD!! He just took Hopkins head off!”
The fans blow up with a mixture of vibrating boos and some high pitched cheers as Jason Cashe lets the chair fall down to his side, keeping it held in one hand as his eyes stare down at his new contender. Sniffing hard, his nose jumps just before a smile slowly breaks on his face.
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!”
Raising the chair up with his one hand, the crowd pops for his calm celebration matched with a toothless smile on his face as he stands in the ring where he has kept the Top spot very close to him since day one.
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!”
The camera zooms in on Cashe’s face as he looks over the crowd, feeding off their reactions, before the scene slowly fades out.