ADRENALINE E15 (025)
PARAMOUNT THEATRE [AUSTIN, TEXAS]
DECEMBER 10TH, 2014
JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of Adrenaline! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! WHAT UP TEXAS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”We have another action packed card scheduled for the evening.”
VASSA: ”I wouldn’t expect anything less! What’s in store for tonight, Steve?”
JOHNSON: ”Now, we don’t have any ten person over the top rope elimination rumbles like we’ve had for the last two weeks but we do have some new talent walking into the theater tonight.”
VASSA: ”Jason Stigma will be taking on Christine Nash tonight in our opening match up.”
JOHNSON: ”Christine Nash has been with us for just over a month now but Jason Stigma will be making his 4CW debut tonight.”
VASSA: ”We wish him the best of luck!”
JOHNSON: ”Luck?”
VASSA: ”Yea, LUCK!!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. 4CW isn’t for your average or subpar wrestlers. We showcase the best talent that money can buy. It takes a special breed to make it in 4CW. Some in fact do make it while many others fall flat on their faces.”
JOHNSON: ”We do see quite a few faces pass through here and only a select few stick around for the long haul. This is a cut throat business and we only sign the best talent.”
VASSA: ”Now, I hate to get off topic as I know we only have a limited time before we have to wrap things up and get down to business in the ring. But I’ve been stoked for the past week. In three weeks, on New Year’s Eve, 4CW will be celebrating it’s year anniversary at the KIMO Theatre in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m actually glad that you mentioned that, Vinny. Look here folks… usually, we hold events every two weeks. For this big event though, we will take an extra week of time off to spend with our family and loved ones for the holiday.”
VASSA: ”It’s Christmas time bitches… or whatever holiday you celebrate. Seasons Greetings!”
JOHNSON: ”So, instead of holding an event on Christmas Eve, we will celebrate in style for new Year’s with a huge One Year Anniversary Bash!”
VASSA: ”I’m looking forward to it!”
JOHNSON: ”Well, lets see here… we’re always running a tight ship and tonight is no different. We veer off course for a few moments and we find ourselves out of time. It’s all good though…”
VASSA: ”Ain’t no thing! These people know what we have on the books for tonight. It’s not like we book the cards an hour in advance. Our shows are strategically planned and coordinated. Sometimes the fans know what’s on the card before I even do, it’s crazy!”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t call it that. I would hint more towards you just being a lazy bastard who sleeps his days away while not on the road for business.”
VASSA: ”HEY NOW!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s a story for another time. We have an exciting undercard scheduled folks and any one of these matches could very well break into the headline scene. That’s how stacked we book our shows.”
VASSA: ”Speaking of the headline, Marisol Hawkes will be climbing in the ring with Griffin Hawkins in an extreme rules match with the Extreme Champion himself, Havok, acting as special guest referee.”
JOHNSON: ”I have a feeling that this is going to be a brutal match and I wouldn’t be surprised if Havok got involved as well.”
VASSA: ”I know he’s going to get involved. Griffin got the win over him, Marisol and Kerin Monroe in an extreme rules fatal fourway two weeks ago. I’m willing to bet that Havok will be out for a little revenge tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m looking forward to it! You know what else I’m looking forward to?”
VASSA: ”Getting laid for the first time?”
JOHNSON: ”VERY FUNNY!!! NO! No, I’m looking forward to our main event. Tonight, we will determine a number one contender for the Pride championship. This isn’t your typical one on one match. This isn’t a walk in the park triple threat. This is a fatal fourway where anything can happen at any given moment!”
VASSA: ”Jason Sanity has been off for the last few weeks for unknown reasons. Our champion has been silent while others have been fighting for the opportunity to challenge for his championship. Tonight, I hope he’s watching because any one of these competitors could knock him off the top and take that title he holds so dearly.”
JOHNSON: ”We have Shane Borderland, Sativa Navaeh, Lord Raab and Lo’Renzo Porter all climbing in the ring together and fighting it out for that number one contender spot.”
VASSA: ”This is going to be a wild match but in the end I believe we will have our legit, true number one contender.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be exciting. Well, that’s it for our opening bit here folks. How about we get to the action?”
VASSA: ”I can dig that.”
JOHNSON: ”Just bare with us for a few moments as we cut backstage and get ready for our opening bout.”
CORVIN:”Always pushing things. I should be used to this by now.”
CAGE:”And you are always one to worry.”
CORVIN:”Sorry, I’ve got important shit to take care of. My bad for being busy.”
CAGE:”How you been man? Been a while since we talked.”
CORVIN:”Yeah, business problems. You know how I am. Plus had that training gig for awhile. How they treating you over in the Epic?”
CAGE:”Same old, same old. You know how it is there. Why didn’t you come back there when they opened back up?”
CORVIN:”I did my time there and that was that. Nothing against you or anyone there. Well, mostly anyone there. Glad you took the suggestion of signing up here. We are desperately needed.”
CAGE:”That’s what I saw after doin some research. Good thing the Epic and Four Corners are friendly. Helped out a lot.”
CORVIN:”Yeah, not like that ever stopped us right?”
CAGE:”Ain’t that right? So, what are we gonna be doin this time around?”
CORVIN:”Same thing we always do when we team up? Walk in, fuck shit up, and leave? The Tag Titles are ripe for the taking and who better than us to do it? We can take those belts and raise the bar.”
CAGE:”Not gonna be too hard to do with the look of the playing field.”
CORVIN:”Getting them will be the easy part. The hard part will be to hold them once we set the standard. I didn’t take the nick name Paradigm for nothing ya know.”
CAGE:”Yeah, yeah, always a pension for the dramatic…”
JASON STIGMA VS. CHRISTINE NASH
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Chicago, Illinois, Jason STIGMA!!!”
POWERS: ”And his opponent, fighting out of Sanford, North Carolina, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, Christine NASH!!!”
She slides into the ring and then poses again for the crowd before sitting on the turnbuckle in the corner waiting for the match to begin.
VASSA: ”Two up and comers looking to capture the win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Ones either going to move up while the other will just have to take a step backwards.”
Jason being the bigger person over Nash quickly charges across the ring looking for a quick clothesline that Nash ducks under. Nash planting her feet and delivering a superkick to the chin of Jason’s. He pummels back into the ropes, bouncing off where Jessica trips him off his feet. The gamed Christine pointing at Jason before laughing at him.
VASSA: “Looks like the crowd is laughing along with her.”
JOHNSON: ”They’re laughing for what though?”
JOHNSON: ”Christine Nash is really giving it to Jason right now.”
VASSA: ”Yeah, he just looks out of place right now.”
VASSA: ”Don’t think I’ve ever seen that move before.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you would like how it feels either.”
JOHNSON: ”SHE JUST HIT THE ANGELS WINGS!!!”
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TWO
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THREE!!!
The bell rings and Christine gets to her feet jumping up and down before tapping her chest and looking down at Jason.
VASSA: ”Well I guess we know whose going to be taking that step up.”
JOHNSON: ”And I thought it was going to be Stigma I’ll have you know.”
VASSA: ”Not me, but who cares after that performance by Christine Nash. Nice victory for her, but guess what? Before we jump into our next match, we’re gonna be joined by the Director of Talent Operations, Khris Young.”
JOHNSON: ”Khris, it’s great to have you on board, what do you think about this place so far?”
YOUNG”It has been great. It was great when I stepped in as a competitor and it’s even better now that I’m working behind the scenes. This place keeps growing and we have had an influx of spectacular talent as of late.”
VASSA: ”That talent pool includes the likes of Ashe Corvin. What’s the story between you two?”
YOUNG”The stuff between us is a little personal, but then again it stems from events that happened eight years ago. He shows up out of the blue and starts running his mouth and that’s not the way it works around here.”
JOHNSON: ”Speaking of new talent, before we let you go, who have you got your eye on? As the Director of Talent Operations, who catches your eye?”
YOUNG”So many people, Steve. I don’t know where to begin. You can look at someone like Flipp who came in when I did. Sativa, Nick Watson, Ramona, I mean the talent runs so deep, you can’t put your finger on one individual. Then we have the tag team division heating up. I can say that we just signed a tag team and you’ll be hearing from them in just a little bit. It’s going to be an exciting year in 2015.”
JOHNSON: ”Well Khris, it was nice to hear from you, but we’ll let you get back to it as we have to get the show on the road. Thanks for joining us.”
YOUNG”My pleasure guys, thanks for having me.”
JESSICA ROBERTSON VS. NIOBE MARTIN
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing to the ring first, weighing in at one hundred twenty one pounds and standing five feet, five inches tall, JESSICA RROOBBEERRTTSSOONN!!! “
VASSA: ”Now she’s hot!”
JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny! We’re only getting started.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
“NIGHTMARE!”
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.
JOHNSON: ”These two ladies look ready to get things started.”
VASSA: ”Niobe Martin… Jessica Robertson… DAYUM!!!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Before the bell silences, Niobe takes off from her corner and rushes Jessica. Quick on her feet, Jessica rolls out of the way as Niobe slams into the corner. Niobe quickly turns around and lunges forward as Jessica climbs to her feet, knocking her back down with an elbow shot straight to the side of the head. Jessica quickly gets back to her feet as Niobe waits for the opportune moment to strike. Niobe then lunges forward with a clothesline but misses as Jessica ducks underneath before running to the ropes behind her. Hitting the ropes hard and coming back with speed, Jessica swings with a clothesline of her own but misses as Niobe drops to her stomach. Jessica runs over her and hits the opposite ropes. Bouncing back, Jessica comes at Niobe full speed only to get lifted to her feet and crushed with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.
VASSA: ”These ladies are off to a quick start!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s the adrenaline!”
JOHNSON: ”Jessica Robertson has cat like reflexes. She’s got some speed.”
VASSA: ”That’s not all she has. Look at that…”
JOHNSON: ”HEY NOW!!!”
VASSA: ”Talent. What did you think I was going to say?”
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TWO… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Oh, that was close!”
VASSA: ”Jessica isn’t going to go down that easy. Niobe may need to bring the pain a little more.”
VASSA: ”OUCH!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Niobe couldn’t have timed that move any better. A split second too early or late and she would have missed and crash landed.”
JOHNSON: ”This could be it folks.”
JOHNSON: ”The Hallucination!”
VASSA: ”LOOK OUT NIOBE!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Jessica hit her with the Harmony on Fire!”
VASSA: ”I think this might be it, Steve.”
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”That’s it! This one is in the books!”
Jessica stands to her feet as “Last Ride of the Day” hits the sound system. The ref steps in beside her and raises her arm in the air.
POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, JESSICA RROOBBEERRTTSSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This was an exciting match ladies and gents but in the end, Jessica Robertson walks away with the win.”
VASSA: ”This match could have went either way. Jessica played opossum and it worked in her favor as she avoided The hallucination from Niobe.”
JOHNSON: ”Well that’s another match in the record books folks. We’ll be right back here at ringside in just a few moment.”
ROBERTSON: “Dazi, nice seeing you, this must be Miku.”
ROBERTSON: ”So, paperwork all finished girl?”
MOLARONI: “Sure is. We do need to talk. I understand your history with Hollywood dates back a few years. You sure you want to go through with all of this?”
ROBERTSON: “My student, there is one thing you have to know. Stories are written in chapters. Every single time Hollywood has had a title I have taken it from him. This goes beyond that. This is personal.”
MOLARONI: “I really hope you will be fine. Because Dragons of Harmony is in full effect. It will not stand that these “champions” have no challengers.”
ROBERTSON: “Then we just give them challengers.”
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
NICK WATSON VS. ASHE CORVIN VS. THADDEUS STONE
JOHNSON:” We’re only a few matches in and this one could absolutely steal the show. “
VASSA:” I agree one hundred percent. Three potential champions clashing. This is going to be good. “
JOHNSON:” I have to agree. Ashe Corvin will be making his debut and it’s not going to be an easy one for the long time vet. “
As the war between light and darkness continues
Heroes and villains become harder to identify
Kindred spirits separated at birth
Fighting for their place in time to be solidified
The clock ticks faster and faster
While time runs a marathon in this babylon
But see, the end is only the beginning
The beginning of the calm before the storm
In the middle of the speech Ashe Corvin steps out from the back. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Ashe smirks as B.o.B. starts the first verse. He starts to head to the ring.I used to dream of success, now success is inadequate
It seems the bigger I get, it’s the more they get mad at me
Cause it ain’t no rules inside this fight that we battlin’
And it ain’t no leftover scraps, you only eat if you capture it
And I swear it’s like a fucked up reality
But creation needs a devil, the devil needs an advocate, I guess
Ashe stands in the middle of the ring, holding his arms out, like a King welcoming the cheers of his people. The boos continue as Ashe heads to his corner and awaits the start of the match.
POWERS:” Currently standing in the ring, weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds, from Los Angeles, California…Ashe Corvin!!! “
JOHNSON:” Corvin looks ready to go and he made his presence felt last week when he ran into the President of the company, Perry Wallace, the South West Champion, Jason Cashe, and his former foe…Khris Young. “
VASSA:” He’s got my vote here tonight. “
Stone paces the entrance isle, left to right as he does the fans of 4CW can be heard booing Stone, various chants of “Go back to Retirement” can be heard along with various jeers, and remarks of disdain, before finally retaking center stage.
POWERS:” ”Coming from Nashville, Tennessee he weighs in tonight at Two-hundred and Thirty-Five pounds and stands approximately Five’ foot and Eleven” inches… He is “THE FRANCHISE”… THHHHHADDEUS STTTTTONE!!! “
As Stone does he can be seen wearing a his sleeveless knee length jacket, and sunglasses which can be seen being lit up under the white light, Thaddeus soaks in the boos, and jeers, and chants of despise from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hatred towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring.
Stone slowly walks on down the isle, once at ringside Thaddeus walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the jeers, and disdain from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.
JOHNSON:” Another gritty veteran jumping out of retirement to make another run. I like his chances. “
POWERS:” Making his way to the ring, from Salt Lake City, Utah…he is the Sensational One! Nick Watson! “
JOHNSON:” I would pencil in Watson as the underdog. Two years in as a professional and this one could be the most important of his career. At least here in 4CW. “
VASSA:” I don’t see how he wins this one. The experience against him is overwhelming. “
Thaddeus Stone makes the first move, lunging after Watson, but Nick ducks it and starts unloading with right hands. Watson is immediately hit from behind by the other participant, Ashe Corvin. Corvin clobbers Watson in the back with a forearm and kicks him down to one knee with a boot to the back of the leg. Stone joins in on the mugging, with elbows to the back of Watson’s head.
JOHNSON:” I can’t say that it’s unusual to see this type of behavior. Eliminate a competitor and make it one on one. “
VASSA:” Brilliant game plan in my eyes. “
JOHNSON:” That didn’t last long. “
VASSA:” Corvin is an opportunist. “
ONE
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Corvin quickly stomps on the back of Stone to break the cover attempt. He knees Stone in the midsection and sends him flying to the corner. Corvin picks Watson up and sends him to the opposite corner. Ashe runs at Stone and connects with a high knee. Corvin turns towards Watson and runs after him. Corvin jumps high for the knee, but Watson moves out of the way, and Corvin his the top turnbuckle as Watson shoves him over the top rope, from behind. Watson meets a charging Stone with a superman punch, knocking him to the mat.
JOHNSON:” Watson gaining some momentum. “
JOHNSON:” These fans are going nuts! “
VASSA:” As they should be! Very entertaining so far! “
JOHNSON:” A high risk maneuver paid off for Nick Watson! “
ONE
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TWO
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THR…
JOHNSON:” No! Ashe breaks the count! “
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout! Stone throws the shoulder up to break the count. Corvin gets to his feet and begins to stalk Stone. Stone turns around and Corvin lifts him up, looking for a death valley driver, but Stone elbows his way out and Corvin drops him to the mat. Corvin turns around and is hit with a swinging neckbreaker from Thaddeus Stone. All three competitors are on the ground as Corvin is the first back to his feet. Stone up right after him as he kicks Corvin in the gut with a few kicks.
JOHNSON:” Stone is starting to show some life for the first time in this match. “
VASSA:” He better do something. It’s crunch time! “
JOHNSON:” Oh my god! What an innovative move from Nick Watson. He nearly took his head off of his shoulders. “
VASSA:” I’ll give Nick his props on that one! “
JOHNSON:” A quick turnaround, but that’s the thing about these matches, Vinny. You can never catch a break. “
JOHNSON:” Look out for Watson! He’s climbing to the top! “
JOHNSON:” The TRUE Flying Knee. “
VASSA:” Corvin just dodged it. “
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON:” Here comes Watson! “
Corvin just gets the three count and rolls off of Thaddeus Stone as Watson lunges after him. Corvin rolls under the bottom rope and lands on his feet, looking back in at Watson with a smile on his face.
JOHNSON:” Ashe Corvin just stole one from Nick Watson! “
VASSA:” Stole?! He won it fair and square. “
POWERS:” The winner of this match, Ashe Corvin!! “
JOHNSON:” Yeah Vinny, after the flying knee from Watson. I have a feeling that this one is far from over. “
FLIPP: “What the fuck going on Texas? How y’all nizzahs doing tonight? I know for sure that right now I’m feeling lovely.”
FLIPP: “As y’all already know tonight is the biggest match I’ve been booked in since signing back in September. Two months later and I’m in my first main event looking for a chance to become number one contender to the Pride Championpship.”
FLIPP: “A Fatal Four Way between four individuals who want to get to the same place. A match with Jason Sanity. Well Rabb wants a match with Shane Borderland, but I know Shane wants one more fight with Jason, and Sat….”
SATIVA: And Sativa wants what she’s been deserved. I’ve already heard enough backstage. Listen brah…”
SATIVA: ”Tonight is my night. Not yours or Shane’s or even Rabb’s. As a matter of fact, Jason should be worried about me as we speak because I’m getting whats mine and that’s a shot at gold. If you think I’m lying just wait until our match tonight. I’m going prove all of you wrong, and that’s a fact!”
FLIPP: “I knew you woulda had something to say. I’m glad you came on down. Still ain’t prove your point though. Everybody already know how you feel. So tonight is really that night. For me, Shane, Rabb, and you. I want that shot just as much as any of y’all. We all gone fight for it but only one of us gone get it…”
SATIVA: ”And that’s not going to be any of you because it’s going to be me. The Ganga Goddess and you can believe that.”
PALMER: ”Those bastards are going to wish they never stepped into the ring with us. How come we have to be the damn welcome mats for all the new teams? When will we finally get our big break? It’s almost like the powers that be don’t want The Queens to succeed.”
HOLLISTER: ”It’s not just that Ursula. Ever since we kicked Aidan and Adam out on their backsides, it’s almost like we don’t get any respect. I mean you can say you have respect for us but words are just that words. They really have no meaning unless you can back them up. Black Listed, all you did was run your mouths and we will shut them for you.”
PALMER: ”We will do whatever it takes to shut you up once and for all. Maybe instead of worrying about New Gen Rising, you should be focusing all your energy on keeping us from turning your tag team debut into an utter disaster.”
SHARPLESS: ”Tonight, Royce and his sister thinks they are walking into an easy win but they will soon realize that we are anything but easy. It will take all the energy their poor souls can muster up but let’s face it. You two have nothing on us. Yes, you are family but we are family too. Grant it, we aren’t blood relations but we do have one thing in common. We are out to change the world. One bastard at a time.”
HOLLISTER: ”This means you will fall victim to your own ROYAL FLUSH. It’s go time.”
BLACK LISTED VS. QUEENS INCORPORATED
W/ GUEST COMMENTARY NEW GEN RISING
JOHNSON:”Vinny, we’re about to be graced with the presence of the 4CW Tag Team Champions!”
VASSA:”Mr. Hollywood, Mr. Savage, welcome! We are very honored to have you out here tonight!”
HOLLYWOOD:”You guys should be! I mean, after all, we are the 4CW Tag Team Champions.”
SAVAGE:”We are the elite standard here in 4CW! You should feel privileged to have us out here. We could easily be occupying ourselves with other things.”
POWERS:”The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Royce and Demi Griffin, Black Listed!”
Once in the ring Royce does two big jumps into the air to show off his athleticism and get stretched out as his sister walks around the ring hands held high. RPG throws a few practice punches before letting out a primal scream for the crowd getting them going as Demi now sits atop one of the corner posts jiving to the beat. Royce walks around the ring screaming out “Let’s Go” several times while hyping the crowd as the two seem fully ready for their tag match.
JOHNSON:”The debuting Black Listed looks to make a quick impact tonight. A win against the Queens would be huge. Hell, the winner of this match could very well be the next in line for a title shot.”
HOLLYWOOD:”Whoa there Steve! While this could be a big win for Black Listed, it hardly warrants them a title shot. Why, one win equals a shot at Savage and myself? Please tell me your joking!”
SAVAGE:”While my good friend, Hollywood, is indeed right, he does know for a fact that we do need some more challengers to our titles. The lack of challenges has made us flap our hands around. I am definitely curious to see how Black Listed performs tonight.”
POWERS:”Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied to the ring by Courtney Sharpless and Natasha. At a total combined weight of none of your damn business, please welcome “Queen of Cards” Sydney Hollister and Ursula Palmer, they are Queens Incorporated!”
VASSA:”You know, those Queens can be very lethal. If they win tonight, you guys could have a run for your money.”
SAVAGE:”We may be harsh at times, but I sure as hell hope so! Hollywood and myself haven’t had a damn good challenge in quite awhile. At least we feel that way.”
JOHNSON:”It could happen! Regardless, the two of you have been running quite the rough shot all over 4CW.”
HOLLYWOOD:”Did you honestly expect anything else from us? Savage and I have been champions since July and we don’t plan on dropping these titles anytime soon. We’re already setting records.”
And just like that, the match has finally started. Black Listed talks it out for a moment while it doesn’t take Queens that long to decide who’s starting. Sydney is starting for Queens as Demi comes forward from Black Listed. The two shake hands before locking up right in the middle of the ring. Sydney fights for control and she gets it as she hits a couple solid punches before taking Demi down with a tilt a whirl arm drag. This doesn’t keep Demi down for long, though, and she’s back to her feet. Sydney follows it up with a dropkick that sends Demi back down to the mat. Demi once again gets back to her feet but is surprised by a springboard hurricanrana flipping Demi to the canvas. Sydney goes for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON:”Kick out by Demi! Sydney off to a very fine start in this match up! It’s hard to keep her in one place!”
VASSA:”I sure agree with you there, Steve. Sydney sure came to fight tonight!”
HOLLYWOOD:”Don’t get too excited. Match just started. Wait…do you guys always get this excited this easily?”
SAVAGE:”At least they keep the people at home await with their exciteful personalities.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:”Some nice back and forth action so far! Demi has exploded on scene here. What’s this?! It looks like Ursula wants in!”
HOLLYWOOD:”Well this is going to be mildly entertaining.”
SAVAGE:”It doesn’t take an announcer to figure this out, but it appears Ursula really hasn’t even wrestled before. What the hell is she doing as her tag team partner?!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR…
Not quite as Sydney is once again able to kick out! Some life can be seen in Sydney as she kips up to fight off Royce with some more punches of her own. Sydney hooks him with a dropkick but she doesn’t stop there. Sydney comes off the ropes and lands a strong springboard leg drop on Royce. Just before she goes for the pin, she looks over at Ursula who wants in the match up badly. The crowd give her the approval as well and Sydney smiles and tags in Ursula.
HOLLYWOOD:”Why are these people all excited to see a women get the shit beat out of her?! You see! These fans are fucking hypocrites!”
SAVAGE:”It’s the new wrestling 101. Thank god I didn’t fucking learn that in wrestler school!”
HOLLYWOOD:”You went to wrestling school!? The fuck, bro? I never knew that! I guess it is true what they say….you really do learn something new every day.”
ONE
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THRE…
NO! Ursula kicks out but just BARELY!
SAVAGE:”What the hell is she doing?! She wanted in the match, but it’s not even helping her case. I mean, is she trying to lose this match up for her and Sydney? I mean what else could it possibly be?”
HOLLYWOOD:”Wrestling 101.”
VASSA:”Touche, Mr. Hollywood. Touche.”
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THRE…
JOHNSON:”NOO!!! Demi kicks out!! That was some drop kick!”
HOLLYWOOD:”As much as I hate to admit it, that was a pretty surprising kick out. I thought Ursula had it there. This match has been more entertaining than I thought it would be.”
SAVAGE:”I think I see….potential….in that ring finally. Something worth noting, you know.”
HOLLYWOOD:”Holy shit, where the fuck did that come from?! I’m supposed to be out here blowing time…not being impressed with what I’m seeing!”
VASSA:”Ursula is shocking a lot of people here tonight.”
ONE
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THRE…
Demi is able to stay in it! Ursula stomps Demi’s face a few times before bringing her to her feet. Demi attempts to counter quickly with a bulldog, but Ursula reads it and takes her down with headscissors instead. Ursula tags back in Sydney as Sydney pats Ursula on the back. Sydney stands in the corner as she waits for Demi to get back to her feet. Demi does as she turns around. Sydney runs at her and goes for the Royal Flush, but Demi is able to dodge it as she sends Sydney into the corner turnbuckle, shoulder first. Sydney stumbles backwards as Demi grabs her and attempts Niagra Falls only for Sydney to escape that. Sydney grabs Demi and goes for the Queen of Hearts but Demi reverses it into a small package.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Sydney is shocked as Demi rolls out of the ring quickly putting her hands up in the air. Royce drops down from the apron and celebrates with Demi. Ursula gets in the ring and supports Sydney on a great match.
POWERS:”The winners of this match, Black Listed!
JOHNSON:”Well that was one hell of a match! Very close between these two teams! Unfortunately, those quick pins happen and if you don’t get out of it quick, it could all be over in a flash.”
HOLLYWOOD:”You know, Savage and I should come down to commentate more often. You guys could use the company. Quite frankly it kept me unbored while I was still a little bored. Which speaking of, let’s hit the ring Jace. I’ll let you make that announcement you wanted to make.”
SAVAGE:”So it’s been awhile since NewGen really got their thoughts out in the open. So here we are in this very ring to spice things up again. It’s come to our obvious attention that the tag team division has been lacking here as late and well, we don’t like it. Hollywood and I may do what we need to do to get the job done, but the fact still remains. There hasn’t been a real challenge to our titles in quite some time.”
HOLLYWOOD:”See, here’s the deal….NewGen has been 4CW Tag Team Champions since July 13th. For those of you who don’t realize how long that is, that would have been in the summer. It’s practically winter now and we’re still here holding these belts. The fact of the matter is that there just simply aren’t any good teams to rise up to the challenge. We’ve beaten all comers and we’ve crushed undefeated streaks. We’re not going anywhere and it doesn’t fucking matter who you are. We will beat you. Every single last one of you sorry pieces of shit! There is no one in the back of that 4CW locker room that can even challenge, actually posing a threat, to NewGen! I’m hardly wrong, too. But go figure, I’m fucking bored. Which is why Savage and I are going to humor ourselves. Go ahead and tell them, Jace.”
SAVAGE:”So like my good friend was saying, NewGen just isn’t getting the challenges we need. Therefore, I am announcing that NewGen has organized an open invitation tournament. For those of you who are slow and need this spelled out for you, this is your CHANCE to get a shot at our 4CW Tag Team Championships. We are having an open invitation tournament to find the next team that will take a crack at our championships. So if you think you have what it takes to–“
HOLLYWOOD:”IF you think you have what it takes…”
SAVAGE:”Yes, IF you think you have what it takes, then by all means, we say give it your best shot. I mean, the worst that could happen is for one of your teams to win and face us but then lose. That is possible. Actually, more of a reality, but go ahead and give it your best shots anyway. The challenge has been issued. Now, let’s find out which of you bastards will step up and take a crack at us.”
JOHNSON:”WOW! NewGen issues an open invitation tournament to crown new number one contenders for their tag team titles! I may not be much of a fan for NewGen, but they know how to keep themselves relevant and continously talked about.”
VASSA:”That’s for sure. Love them or hate them, NewGen has always kept themselves in the conversation and that’s not only what makes you a champion, but a legend! I can’t wait to see where NewGen go next, which if anyone can guess, nobody knows and that’s what makes them absolutely deadly!”
HAVOK: ”I see you’re preparing for battle. Stretch them calves out, Sally! Still relishing in your undeserved victory?”
HAWKINS: ”So nice of you to finally join me…I was starting to feel a little ignored.”
HAVOK: ”Real cute. But, let me clue you in on something. Last week didn’t mean a damn thing. You got lucky. You beat nobody. You beat nothing, until you went back to your hotel room that night, if you get what I’m saying.”
HAWKINS: ”Correct me if I’m wrong Nate..but who was it that got his hand raised last week? It was me.”
HAVOK: ”Yeah, you got your hand raised. I’ll give you that one small rub. Kerin Monroe is one hell of a talent, but, she’s not the Extreme Champion, is she? No, no she’s not. I am. And the only reason you got the pin in the first place, is because I was busy slapping around your little “Friend” Marisol, on the outside of the ring. Newflash, bud, until you beat me for this belt, you have no leg to stand on, Blondie. That fluke win means absolutely nothing!”
HAWKINS: ”Oh so..now this is the way it’s going to be? I thought we were getting along so well. I was even gonna name one of my kids after you…the grumpy one.”
HAVOK: ”Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Chuckles. Everything is one big damn joke to you.”
HAVOK: ”Does this look like a joke? This is the 4CW Extreme Championship belt, solidifying Nathaniel Havok as the 4CW Extreme Champion. I’ve held this title for six months and I’ve beaten every Tom, Dick and Harry that ever challenged me for it. I am the here and the now of the Extreme Division, all you are is a pretender. Not even a mere challenge to the throne! That’s all you’ll ever be. That’s all ANYONE will ever be.”
HAWKINS: ”This isn’t a joke to me Havok. I’m taking you VERY seriously. You got something that belongs to me. And I want it. Soon enough, your title reign…and your reign of terror over 4CW…is going to end at my hands.”
HAVOK: ”See, now you’re making me laugh, Griff. How long have you been in this company? Five minutes? A cup of coffee at best. Do you know how many times I’ve heard that same old song from? Too many to count, that’s how many. Shit, Mannie Romero said the exact same thing you’re saying now, a million and a half times. What exactly makes you think that you’re any different from him and all the others, Griffin? What makes you think you’re going to be the guy that puts the measuring stick of the Extreme Division out of business?”
HAWKINS: ”I know how to answer all those questions. You and me..one on one for that very title around your shoulder. Then we’ll see if I’m the same as all the others..or a guy that will whoop yo’ stank ass.”
HAVOK: ”The title is in the air, Einstein, not on my shoulder. Right in front of your face, and you still get confused. Yet… You still don’t get it, do you, Bon Jovi? I don’t know what kind of mushrooms you had on your Pizza at lunch today, or what kind of weed Jason Cashe set you up with, but, you need to get it through that thick, bleach blonde skull of yours, that you don’t call the shots around here… I do! There will come a time when you’re going to wish you never met me.”
HAWKINS: ”Pal..I’m already there. I know that you’re the kind of guy…a real man…a stand up man..that you’d put the title on the line against me, right?”
HAVOK: ”You’re damn right, I would! That’s what a REAL champion does! However, we fight on my terms, on my time, not yours. You may have had an easy time beating that Jessica Rabbit, but, you won’t against me. But, I wouldn’t worry about me. I’d worry about what’s going to happen to you and your little girlfriend out there tonight. See you soon, buddy boy.”
JOHN BLADE VS. EQUINOX
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, introducing First..Already in the ring, the SELF appointed “Champ Is HERE” JOHN BLADE!!”
“She’s made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things that cannot speak
she comes on like a crippled plaything
her spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
but flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet”
As it begins to play over the sound system and the lighting changes, bathing the entire theater in an eerie purple glow. The stage, as well as the ringside area, slowly begins to fill up with green smoke as the crowd watches in anticipation. Suddenly, something began to rise out of the stage, as if rising from the depths of hell itself. The fans began to erupt as Equinox hidden underneath the umbrella rises out of the stage, as if he’s here for them. To preform for them.“Prosthetic synthesis and butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts baby please tell me
Preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end like this
But flies will lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
What I wanted, what I needed
What I got for me
What I wanted, what I needed
What I got for me”
Fog began to appear as an umbrella can be seen twirling and twirling as it slowly rises and a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about over his head slowly, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder as “The Superman of Insanity” Equinox comes creeping out through the reveal from the Umbrella. Equinox has his chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, dark blue, and charcoal gray. Over it is his coat and silver tie around his neck. His face hidden behind his eccentric face paint and jointed mask. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces enigmatic insanity.
POWERS: “From St. Louis!!!! Weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds…”The Suicide Thriller” Equinox!!!!!!!”
He hops down and lands 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. In frenzy he started up back to the ramp. Going full throttle he got a running pace his head bobbing with the music’s sound as the song continues playing out. The crowd in a frenzy as Equinox trucks right through the sea of outstretched hands… He slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs the top rope with his right hand, he throws his left fist high with authority and glares over the crowd as he slowly raises his left brow cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused as the song starts to finish.
“Take out
Take out
From me
I am your tourniquet
Not even I believed in me
I am your tourniquet”
Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt as he let out a bloody scream. You can plain see the energy etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Equinox then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. His hair flying around in a color mess as the Joker’s begin cheering as begins thrashing his neck and head about as he lets his arms fly out as he cackles. He repeats this for the rest of turnbuckles before hopping down to meet the competition. Once done, He cackles in his enigmatic facepaint to all the Joker’s in the theater in the night to see as the Revolution begins.
JOHNSON: “Equinox gives the people a show in his entrance but John Blade doesn’t look happy having to wait for the start of the match.”
VASSA: “Yeah, Blade is mad…Oh there he goes, it’s ON!”
Rising to his feet in a hurry, Equinox takes a huge clothesline from John Blade that knocks him down again. The fans booing, showing no interest in John Blade or him taking control of the match. He throws his arms up as if the crowd is cheering and stands trying to feel the energy of the people, an energy that just isn’t there to feel.
VASSA: “We really need mental evaluations in our health plan..”
Rushing past him, Equinox runs up the nearest turnbuckles. He twists and springs back as John Blade turns towards him and Equinox crashes a huge Springboard Flying Forearm into Blade’s face and John Blade drops, hitting the canvas. Slapping the mat as he rises, Equinox seems pumped as he rises to his feet. He steps up on the middle rope and leaps up, coming down hard with a stiff knee to John Blade’s chest. Now up standing next to a downed John Blade, Equinox jumps, hits a backflip splash and hooks the leg to try and make the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
Up from the pin, Equinox claps his hands willing and ready to put in more work to get the victory. As John Blade begins to rise, he gets to his hands and knees before pushing up onto one knee. Equinox sprints across the far side of the ring, hitting the ropes with force and springing from them like a rocket. Reaching Blade, Equinox flips by him, grabbing his head and hitting a Flipping Neckbreaker. Blade flops and rolls out of the ring from the impact as fans begin to get behind Equinox and his fast paced assault.
JOHNSON: “He’s really putting it to John Blade! Equinox is showing his talents here tonight, he could very well have a bright future in 4CW as a Singles Competitor if The Carnival doesn’t work out.”
VASSA: “And John Blade doesn’t? Hahaha I can’t even say that without laughing, sorry…Let’s see what else is in store for this match shall we?”
JOHNSON: “With the right training and preparation even John Blade can become a real contender. He’s just not trying to apply himself or hasn’t, he just plays to a terrible arrogance that makes people want to stab him…I dunno what he should do.”
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “Even the referee looked at him funny. Pinning after an Elbow Drop of the most basic form? Tsk Tsk..”
VASSA: “A rookie mistake like that can costs you, he better pick up the pace, clean up mistakes if he wants to remain in control here and win this match.”
JOHNSON: “Equinox might have something to say about Blade keeping control..”
VASSA: “Wayward Dissoultion! This could be over folks, he just put Blade in an ugly spot!”
JOHNSON: “Demented Past! No way John Blade gets up from that!!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
POWERS: “Winner by way of Pinfall…”The Suicide THRILLER!” EQQUUINNNOXXX!!!”
VASSA: “How gay is it if I’m a little hard right now? That was a beautiful execution of that move. Equinox is a bright talent and I don’t say that often.”
HARTMAN: “I’m here with Jair Hopkins, the new Contender for Jason Cashe and the Southwest Title. Jair I have to ask, how are you doing? I know you Mentor was recently hospitalized right? You and Jason Cashe both have spent the last few days visiting and looking into who would have done this. Does it make things between you and the man you’ll be facing for the Title awkward any?”
HOPKINS: “You know it should! I mean anything where Cashe is working right there with you can be awkward. Never know if it’s the Cashe that will kidnap your Mother or the guy who actually shows some remorse. Cashe has been Golden Boy for a few years now, our beef before has past and our upcoming match will be contested just like the last match we had. It will be a contest, a competition, and another crazy adventure between two guys wanting to give it their all.”
HARTMAN: “How is Juan Ramirez doing? His jaw was dislocated among other minor injuries but he’s progressing?”
HOPKINS: “Yeah, he’s coming along alright, the swelling is coming down so soon he might be able to give us more information in our search to find the culpri–“
VOICE: “There you are Mijo..”
HOPKINS: “Danny, what the heck are you doing here?”
HARTMAN: “This is Danny Guerravez? Head Trainer at Golden Boy?”
HOPKINS: “Yeah…He trained me, hell he trained Juan when he was an active Competitor. Boxing GENIUS and outright Monster in Grappling. Perfect Storm we call him…”
GUERRAVEZ: “This got sent to the Hospital. The messenger was some kid and told me it had something to do with Ramirez attack. We need to see this now!”
HOPKINS: “Come on..”
KATRINA NOVA VS. RAMONA LEA EPPS
JOHNSON:” Up next, we have two ladies going one on one and they both have tons of potential. “
VASSA:” You said it, Steve, but personally, I have my eyes on Ramona. “
JOHNSON:” I’m sure you do, Vinny. Ability wise, I think she has what it takes to be a future champion and she has been on a roll as of late. Let’s not waste any more time. Here we go! “
POWERS:” The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred eighteen pounds, from Coroa Del Mar, California…Katrina Nova!! “
VASSA:” The fans are showing her what the think. “
JOHNSON:” I’m guessing she has a bad reputation, but she is no slouch. She has held gold before. “
POWERS:” And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred forty-five pounds, from Detroit, Michigan…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 rolled beneath the bottom rope, into the ring and hopped to her feet.
JOHNSON:” Ramona has been on a tear since joining the company and it’s hard for me to picture her slowing down. “
Nova is shaking away the jitters as the two meet in the center of the ring. They lock up and Ramona gets a quick head lock. Nova pushes her off and to the ropes, but Ramona hangs on. Frustrated, Nova runs towards her and is met with a boot. Ramona charges and knocks her to the mat with a spinning wheel kick. Both are back to their feet rather quickly and Ramona puts her back down with a hip toss. Nova shoots back up and is hit with another hip toss. Nova slams her hands on the mat, getting frustrated as she shoots up again. She chargers again, but Ramona ducks the attack and tries to sync in a rear naked choke, but Nova, runs backwards and rams Ramona into the corner. Ramona lets go of the hold as Nova turns around and begins unloading with body shots.
JOHNSON:” Nova looks to be out matched here in the early going, “
VASSA:” Nova is delivering some nasty shots though. “
ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX
Nova wraps her arms around the legs of Ramona and pulls her away from the corner. Ramona wiggles away, flips over the back of Nova, and rolls her up for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON:” Katrina gets the shoulder up! Nice reversal from Ramona. “
VASSA:” I think Nova was looking for a slam before the reversal. “
ONE
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TWO
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Nova gets her shoulders up off the mat to break the count. Ramona sits up, nodding her head, acknowledging the situation.
JOHNSON:” Ramona has looked dominant, Vinny. “
VASSA:” I can’t argue with that. “
JOHNSON:” Ramona was able to stop herself from smacking the corner, but paid for it. “
VASSA:” Nova needs to take advantage of the situation! “
JOHNSON:” How explosive and fast is Ramona?! She calls that Blitzkrieg Bop and she obliterated Nova. “
VASSA:” That was impressive, Steve. Wow. “
JOHNSON:” What a quick turn of events! Ramona has won another match and in impressive fashion. “
VASSA:” We thought Nova was ready to rebound, but Ramona completely flipped the script. “
POWERS:” The winner of this match, Ramona Lea Epps!! “
JOHNSON:” Ladies and gentlemen of 4CW, look out for Ramona! “
Ignoring her opponent Katrina Nova shambling off in defeat as her request was fulfilled Ramona turned now to the mass of people that had gathered here tonight and the cameras that were upon her. She was a little out of breath and she had to push some sweaty hair back from her face as she started but afterwards it was all relatively smooth sailing.
RAMONA: “Don’t worry, I’m not going to make this an incredibly long winded speech. I’m sure if you’ve been following me since I joined 4CW you’d know that I do have a few opinions on some of the people here but I don’t think this is the time and place to completely air out those ideas and grievances. That would spoil the fun of me doing it when I actually get a chance to face those people here inside this very ring.”
“What I want to say is relatively simple. The last time I was on TV I said I came here to compete in main-events, hold gold and go through everyone on the roster and those statements are still one hundred percent true and it will all happen, I know that. But it’s time for me to be a little more precise now about my plans going forward here. The bosses and the current champs need to know just what I want and am going to work for.”
“I’ve got my eye on either one of two things right now. And that’s either becoming the 4CW Pride Champion OR, and this is a big or, holding the 4CW Tag Championships. I’ve never been very good in teams, I held some worthless tag belts once after what was really a Fail Mary of a win, but it wasn’t something I’d planned or set out to like this is here.”
“It wasn’t hard for me to see that the 4CW Tag Championships need some attention right now though. They need to be held and sought after competitors who represent what real 4CW talent is. Slack off on them and they’ll just wind up in the hands of horribly named ‘Dragons of Harmony.’ Which by the way ladies just sounds like an Asian rub and tug massage parlor if no one told you.”
“So if you think you’re the type of 4CW talent who can give those belts the justice they deserve, then all you have to do is get a hold of me and we’ll find out if we’re compatible or not. I can tell you right off the bat that no not everyone is going to be qualified to fill this position and it is a limited time offer. But if I were Jason Sanity I’d really be hoping someone wants to be my partner before that offer expires.”
“As for everyone out there watching, you might just have to wait until December 31st to find out the answer.”
GUERRAVEZ: “In here Carnal! There’s a Television in here with a DVD player…”
HOPKINS: “It’s cool man, Hartman is just doing his job. Leave em be. Let’s see what’s on this disk though..”
GUERRAVEZ: “Come on Gringo before I change my mind.”
In black and white, the TV shows the outside of Golden Boy Gym in Manhattan, NY. Both men know they have security cameras but the footage was missing. They look at each other realizing it was put on DVD.
HOPKINS: “See the time stamp? Same night as the attack…”
GUERRAVEZ: Check it mijo, two hoods…”
HOPKINS: “He’s shorter than I am, I can just barely touch it reaching up there. That’s a clue.”
HOPKINS: “I can’t tell! FUCK, I can’t see who it is! It’s a white guy, I can see that but that’s nothing!”
GUERRAVEZ: We don’t need to see this mijo..”
HOPKINS: “No…leave it, we might see them..I want to know who!”
On the TV the unmasked man has stepped closer to the Cameras. His head slightly tilted as he stares up into the recording device and he is waving his open palm ever so gracefully. Jair Hopkins knew who it was, it was always in the back of his head. It fit the bill and didn’t really surprise him. It worried him.
GUERRAVEZ: “Who is that Cabron? Is that…”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
KERIN MONROE VS. DUSTIN JAMES HOLT
JOHNSON:” What an exciting night thus far, Vinny. “
VASSA:” You said it, Steve. We’ve seen some tag team action, some new blood, and now we’re about to get extreme. “
JOHNSON:” The first of two extreme matches and the winner here could jump right into Extreme Title mix. “
POWERS:” Coming to the ring, hailing from Manchester, England. She is “Manchester’s Finest”, KERIN MONROE!!! “
JOHNSON:” Kerin Monroe has had some quality wins since joining the company. Most notably, against the main event talent here tonight, Sativa Nevaeh. “
VASSA:” But tonight she faces a journeyman in Dustin James Holt. “
POWERS:” Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied to the ring by The Warden and Alonzo Gomez, from The Hidden Asylum, weighing in around 238 lbs….please welcome ‘Inmate 31’ Dustin James Holt. “
VASSA:” I hope Holt is in a good state of mind tonight. Who am I kidding, he’s never in good state of mind. “
JOHNSON:” And he uses that to his advantage. Monroe could be in for a long night. “
Holt slithers down from a seated position to his back and rolls under the bottom rope. He raises up the ring curtain and pulls out a metal folding chair. He gets in the ring with it and reaches his feet. He places it at the feet o f Monroe and outstretches his arms.
JOHNSON:” Is Holt giving Monroe a chair? “
VASSA:” Certainly looks like it. His brain is scrambled. “
VASSA:” I knew he wasn’t that stupid. “
JOHNSON:” Monroe taking control! “
VASSA:” She better break that choke! “
JOHNSON:” It’s not illegal, Vinny. “
JOHNSON:” Oh my god! Holt just broke that crutch over her back! “
VASSA:” She’ll be feeling that one in the A-M. “
JOHNSON:” Holt working on the back area of Kerin Monroe. “
VASSA:” She’s gonna need to see a doctor after this one. Those shots are making me sore. “
JOHNSON:” A little bit of offense, but she’s going to need more than that. “
He catches Monroe coming towards him and stops the hunt. He drops her to the ground with a clothesline. He stares at the fallen Monroe before putting her back on his shoulders. He goes to ram her into the steel ring post, but Monroe slips off the back and pushes Holt into the ring post. He smacks his face against it and drops to one knee as Monroe crawls towards the fire extinguisher.
VASSA:” Monroe reaching for the extinguisher, looking to put at the fire that Holt has created. “
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON:” Holt gets the shoulder up! But he is still on dream street. “
VASSA:” I’m pretty sure he’s always on dream street. “
JOHNSON:” The tide seems to be shifting, Vinny. “
VASSA:” Cover your eyes, Steve!! “
JOHNSON:” My god, what a shot from Dustin James Holt! “
ONE
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JOHNSON:” This has got to be it! “
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THR
VASSA:” No! She got the shoulder up! “
JOHNSON:” A costly mistake from Monroe. “
VASSA:” Holt is looking for something big here! “
JOHNSON:” Fear Dot Com! “
VASSA:” This looks like a train wreck! “
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!
JOHNSON:” The match finally comes to an end with Dustin James Holt coming out victorious. What a match. “
VASSA:” A strong showing from both, but a huge win for Holt. “
POWERS:” The winner of this match, Dustin James Holt!!! “
JOHNSON:” He has shown that he is capable of getting extreme. An extreme title shot could be in his future. “
GUERRAVEZ: “Calm down Mijo, this is good news! Now we know! Now we have who did this and can go and GET him! He’s here tonight isn’t he? The Champion likes showing up..”
HOPKINS: “Yeah…yeah he just might be here! Let’s bring Ramirez a present..”
CASHE: “Howdy!
HOPKINS: “Motherfucke–“
Falling forward, arched at the back from an impacted chair shot from behind. Hopkins turns to look and finds Danny Guerravez holding the chair. Hopkins doesn’t understand, the stain of confusion and betrayal filling his expression.
HOPKINS: “Ughhh…Wh..why?”
CASHE: “I tried Jair, I REALLY tried! I wanted to be your friend, I wanted to represent Golden Boy like I’ve BEEN doing for the last few years now and I’ve tried to pretend that I had no idea who burned down Golden Boy 2 years ago when I WATCHED Danny here light…the…flame…”
CASHE: “Always the fighter aren’t you Hopkins? Anthony Bailey was a fighter too and the last time ANYONE seen him in a ring was being beaten by me. That was a vendetta but this? This was making things right, making change in what has become boring and weak. Ramirez needed this! Golden Boy needed this…Hopkins, you needed this…I am just feeding off it. Heh.”
CASHE: “I know this is a lot to take in…With Danny G being the traitor he has become, nobody would call you a Pussy if you cried! We came to figure that Ramirez didn’t want Police involved or he’d have spoke up. Haha or at least written it down, Danny got a little overkill working your boy’s jaw that night! But listen Hopkins, I want you to know that I expect you to come looking for me! I know this is inevitable and what not because I did what I’ve done…Just know that what I’ve done so far? It’s not even begun! You will find that the man you will hunt down is STILL looking for a taste of Action himself and this hasn’t cured my thirst. I want more…I want SO much more and in you I believe I can build the strain, make it strong and FEED it into my veins as you are left knowing I ONCE again put a nail in the coffin of a Dying Breed….Tell Ramirez we said Hi…Hah!”
DAMIEN KNIGHT VS. ALEC QUARTERMAIN
JOHNSON:”It’s time to get to the interestingly anticipating match up between Alec Quartermain and Damien Knight.”
VASSA:”Damien will be looking for some momentum after a hard loss in his triple threat with Blade and Holt a couple weeks ago.”
POWERS:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 290 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Young Mannie, ALEC QUARTERMAIN!!”
JOHNSON:”Quartermain hasn’t been in the best of moods these last couple weeks.”
VASSA:”I would almost hate to be Damien Knight tonight. Then again, if there is anyone who can pull off a feat like conquering moods, it’s Damien Knight.”
POWERS:”And his opponent, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, DAMIEN KNIGHT!!
JOHNSON:”Damien looks very focused tonight.”
VASSA:”Well after his frustrating loss two weeks ago, I can’t say I blame him. Being thrown out of the ring and then watching as the match ends isn’t the greatest feeling in the world. There are a few people in the back that share in Damien’s frustration. Luckily for him, he can take his anger out on the big guy in Alec Quartermain. Lord knows he’s going to need it!”
And this match is officially underway. Like expected, Damien Knight went right for Quartermain. Knight hits a clothesline on him that causes him to stumble into the ropes. Knight then plants the off balance Quartermain into the canvas with a DDT. Knight goes for the cover.
ONE
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TW…KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:”I think Knight wished it would have been over then.”
VASSA:”Knight knew it would take more, but I gotta agree with you. I think Knight would have loved to end the match right there.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:”Well there’s that offense we were waiting to see from Quartermain.”
VASSA:”Knight is going to have keep Quartermain out of this rythm if he wants to win this match.”
JOHNSON:”Uh oh! This is exactly where Knight DOESN’T want to be! Quartermain looking to make a huge statement right here!”
VASSA:”It’s a long way down if your Damien Knight right now!”
JOHNSON:”Holy shit! How the hell did Knight pull that off?!”
VASSA:”I don’t know, but Knight better cover him fast!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR… NNOOO!!!
Quartermain is able to lift his shoulder off the mat. Quartermain, looks a little exhausted from that fall from the top rope. Only leaving opportunity for Knight. Knight just sends stomp after stomp into the skull of Quartermain. The referee backs him off but this doesn’t seem to scare Knight. Knight does indeed back off, though. Instead, he ricochets off the ropes and comes back with a falling fist drop on the face of Quartermain. Knight grabs Quartermain from the mat and sets him up with a DDT, but Quartermain is able to stop him from doing that and hits a DDT of his own only more powerful. Quartermain goes for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…
JOHNSON:”Knight stays in it! This match has has become quite the teeter totter hasn’t it, Vinny?”
VASSA:”That is has indeed, Steve. As we expected, if Knight was able to concentrate his frustrating loss a couple weeks ago, this match up could have been one of the best of the night!”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE… NO!!!
Knight can’t believe it as he thought he had it. The referee, though, is sticking by his 2.99999999999999999 call. Knight shakes his head as he backs up towards the corner turnbuckle again. He sets up for another Jackal Strikes as Quartermain is slowly, but surely, getting to his feet. Knight doesn’t wait, though, and charges at him. Quartermain doesn’t wait around either as he runs towards him and hits The Pounce that blows Knight back towards the ropes. Quartermain uses this opportunity to pick up Knight and land The Fear on him driving him down into the mat. Quartermain, who is noticeably trying to control his heavy breathing, drops down and hooks the leg of Knight.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS:”Here is your winner, Alec Quartermain!”
JOHNSON:”Holy shit that was one hell of a match! In my opinion, these two guys both should have won this match. It was that close of a match!”
VASSA:”I’ve gotta admit, there were no losers in this match tonight. A great win from Quartermain, but you got to give credit to Damien Knight, he was able to drain Quartermain pretty good tonight. Truely a fantastic match from both competitors!”
JOHNSON:”You are absolutely right, Vinny. Neither one of these wrestlers should feel any shame in their performance tonight. None the less, great win by Quartermain!”
GARCIA: ”Mister Holt, can you tell our viewing audience about your goals here in 4 Corners Wrestling?”
LANDRY: ”Before Inmate 31 can answer any questions, Kerin Monroe must be addressed first. This lady has remained silent for way too long. Why didn’t you speak? Why were you so scared of Inmate 31? It’s almost like when he walks into a room, all eyes immediately jump to his straight jacket. This is a safety precaution for everyone around him. A killing machine he is and if you wrong him. Well, you will have to answer for it.”
GARCIA: ”He just faced Kerin Monroe so what could be next for him.”
INMATE 31: ”Why does it fucking matter who is next? The same outcome will occur. Kerin Monroe just wasn’t good enough to stop the bleeding. The machine will rumble on and before long Nathaniel Havok will have Inmate 31 knocking on his front door. Until then, you will realize that THE PSYCHO COMETH!!!”
LANDRY: ”Now scram, we have business to take care of.”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
MAROSIL HAWKES VS. GRIFFIN HAWKINS
W/ SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE NATHANIEL HAVOK
POWERS: ”The Following contest an EXTREME RULES MATCH, scheduled for ONE FALL! In the ring, your special guest referee, the 4 Corners Wrestling EXTREME CHAMPION, NATHANIEL HAVOK!”
POWERS: ”First, from Honolulu, Hawaii, Marisol Hawkes!”
VASSA: ”She looks ready to go! This match is going to be amazing!”
JOHNSON: ”What kind of role will the Extreme Champion play? That‘s what I want to know!”
POWERS: ”AND her opponent! From Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighting in at two hundred twenty seven pounds, The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins!”
JOHNSON: ”Hawkes and Hawkins, Havok as the referee! This smells of absolute chaos!”
VASSA: ”This is going to be awesome!”
JOHNSON: ”Mother of God! This match is getting very physical, very fast!”
VASSA: ”The fans are loving what Griffin Hawkins just did! Me? Not so much!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh my God, would you look at Havok?”
JOHNSON: ”Nathaniel Havok seems to be a mission to make sure he‘s the main focus of this match.”
Slowly getting to her feet, she grabs Griffin by the hair, dragging him up to his feet, as well. After a few right hands, Hawkes Irish Whips Hawkins into the steel steps, and he connects back first. With Griffin sitting propped up on the stairs, Hawkes picks up the kendo stick, and charges at Griffin, connecting with the crown of his skull. Griffin looks to be knocked out cold, as the fans all shutter from the thought of the pain he must be going through.
VASSA: ”His eyes are rolling into the back of his head! I love it!”
Hawkes immediately begins to lay the boots to Hawkins, as she sees the opening she’s been looking for. Not forgetting the kendo stick she was using, she turns around to look for it. When she sees that she left it on the outside of the ring, she hesitates, thinking about going to grab the weapon. She finally makes her decision, and begins to go after the weapon. However, before she can take her first step, Griffin spins her around, delivering a few thunderous right hands to the chin of Marisol. With Hawkes reeling, Griffin whips her to the opposite side of the ring, following close behind, and splashing her, as soon as she gets into the corner. Griffin backs up, sizing up Marisol. When she reels out of the corner, she’s met by Hawkins with a kick to the gut, followed up by a DDT. Hawkins quickly goes for the pin, however, again, Nathaniel is still on the outside, acting like there’s not a match going on in the ring, that he is supposed to be refereeing.
JOHNSON: ”This is ridiculous! Do your damn job, Nathaniel!”
VASSA: ”The champ does what the champ wants! Shut up!”
VASSA: ”HEY, CHAMP! Glad you could join us!”
HAVOK: ”Hey, boys! Good to see you both! What’s going on?”
JOHNSON: ”A MATCH, HAVOK! A match that you should be refereeing right now! Why don’t you do your job, “champ”?”
HAVOK: ”Why don’t you shut the hell up?”
VASSA: ”Yeah! Shut the hell up!”
JOHNSON: ”Good get another referee out here, and let’s have ourselves a real contest!”
VASSA: ”NO! NATE! NO!”
VASSA: ”My goodness, she’s insane! That’s so hot!”
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE HELL!?!? NATHANIEL HAVOK PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!”
VASSA: ”THIS IS HIS MATCH TO REFEREE, NOT THAT PUNKS!”
JOHNSON: ”ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? Nathaniel Havok is ruining what should have been a spectacular match!”
VASSA: ”HE DESERVED IT! That damn chair didn’t swing itself!”
JOHNSON: ”Wait, what? Nathaniel Havok just exited the ring! NATHANIEL HAVOK IS LEAVING! What’s he doing?”
VASSA: ”A blatant show of disrespect, by Marisol Hawkes! Let’s see her win a match without a referee!”
JOHNSON: ”THEY ARE DOWN! THEY ARE DOWN! BOTH OF THESE MAGNIFICENT ATHLETES ARE DOWN!”
VASSA: ”HOLY HELL! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Johnson: ”Wait, look! Nathaniel Havok is coming back down to the ring! What’s he up to?”
JOHNSON: ”Now, just what in the hell is he thinking?”
VASSA: ”A million and one things, all at once! He’s a genius, his mind is always concocting some master plan!”
JOHNSON: ”NO!”
VASSA: ”THAT KNOCKED HIM OUT COLD! GO, NATHANIEL!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
“You Call me a Bitch like it’s a bad thing” by Halestorm begins to play, as Havok pops up from the mat, with a sick look on his face.POWERS: ”YOUR WINNER, MARISOL HAWKES!”
JOHNSON: ”DAMMIT! DAMN HIM! DAMN NATHANIEL HAVOK!”
VASSA: ”I LOVE IT! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!”
JOHNSON: ”OF COURSE! OF COURSE, HE WOULD!”
VASSA: ”WAIT, WHAT!?!? I thought he had changed his ways! I thought he was on her side!”
JOHNSON: ”Nathaniel Havok has no loyalty! He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word!”
HAVOK: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your TRUE winner of this contest, the reigning, defending, and forever 4CW Extreme Champion, your favorite wrestler AND mine… THE ENFORCER OF SORROW, NATHANIEL HAVOK!”
VASSA: ”Look at that! Not even scheduled to compete tonight, and Havok still walks away with a victory! Hell of a man, he is! Still, he shouldn’t have piledriven my woman!”
BORDERLAND: “Why don’t you watch where the hell you are going freak.”
LORD RAAB: ”Why should I? You are a nobody.”
BORDERLAND: ”Nobody? You want to remember what happen to you last time we stepped inside that ring?”
LORD RAAB: “You want to remember what happened to you last time you tried and be the Pride Champion? Yea that’s what I thought. See Shane, I know you. Not many people around here know you like I do. You are a washed up has been and now you think that you are going to become big time? Please… Right now I am the one that is on the verge of breakthrough around here, not you.”
BORDERLAND: “The only thing around here that is washed up is you! At least I didn’t have to join a hospital and come out wearing a foolish mask like yourself. You might be able to try and run from your enemies Raab, but you can never outrun your own damn demons. See Raab the way I see it, this is just another time for me to show everyone who I exactly am. You and a lot of others seem to think that I don’t have it in me to do a damn thing around here and that is just no possible.”
LORD RAAB: “Well please tell me what is possible around here for you Shane besides losing? Can you tell me that much? Every week I see you walk out there and mostly get your ass handed to you on a silver platter and all you can come up with that maybe it’s not your time? Please Shane, spare the lies. Everyone knows that you just can’t cut it here.”
BORDERLAND: “Well to me it seemed like I cut it last week didn’t it? Who was the one that came up short? Who was the one that lost that night Raab? Tell me!”
LORD RAAB: “Maybe your right Shane, I did come up short. But who was the one lying on the mat after a bat shot huh? It seemed to me that after your little buddy Jason Cashe came running to your aid, it looked liked things got a little heated between the two? What’s wrong Shane? Tired of being rescued by your old buddy Cashe?”
LORD RAAB: “Better yet, you finally getting tired of living in his shadow?”
LORD RAAB: “I will see you later on Shane.”
BORDERLAND: “Looking forward to it…”
VASSA: ”Perry must have a few things on his mind! And he brought his guard dog too!”
JOHNSON: ”This wasn’t scheduled. I wonder why he’s coming down to the ring.”
VASSA: ”What is he doing out here? he knows his face is the last thing these lovely fans want to see tonight.”
WALLACE: ”Well, I’m glad that I have your attention!”
WALLACE: ”Now you people know that I wouldn’t come out here and interrupt the show unless I had important things to go over with you all, things that CANNOT wait until tomorrow or days following.”
WALLACE: ”KNOCK IT OFF!!!”
WALLACE: ”Boo me, cheer me, I honestly don’t give a rats ass! I have a few things that need to be said right now and whether you like it or not, I’m going to make my voice heard. Hey, Mike Powers! Turn my volume up!”
WALLACE: ”Can you hear me now? Of course you can! NOW LISTEN UP!!!”
WALLACE: ”First thing’s first… I’ve ALWAYS been a fan of this sport, ever since I was a small child. I’ve always had a dream to one day own my own wrestling promotion. Needless to say, my dream has come true! Just over a year ago, that dream become a reality when I hit the lottery and paid for it in full. In the beginning, 4CW wasn’t even close to what it is today, not by a long shot. But the dream became a reality and look where we are today. We have the best talent and product in the business.”
WALLACE: ”So with a year under our belts, I’m proud to announce that our next show will be a huge one year anniversary bash. We will be in Albuquerque in three weeks and will bring in the new year with a bang! New Year’s Eve will be a landmark for 4CW! It’s time to party!”
WALLACE: ”A lot of people had their doubts when we broke ground. Hell, practically the entire wrestling world didn’t even give us the time of day but here we are. We made it…”
“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”
Wallace then begins to pace back and forth in the ring as the chanting continues. He then looks down at the duffle bag lying on the canvas and stares at it for a moment before looking back up at the crowd. He then raises the mic to his mouth as the chanting slowly dies off.
WALLACE: ”Our one year Anniversary show will be a warm up to our super-card scheduled four weeks after, January twenty-eighth. I hope everyone is ready for WINTER WASTELAND!!!”
VASSA: ”Winter Wasteland!”
JOHNSON: ”There you have it folks, the name of our upcoming super-card scheduled for January twenty-eighth.”
WALLACE: ”Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering what’s in the duffle bag. That’s the main reason why I am out here tonight. Four weeks ago, Lo’Renzo Porter climbed into the ring with the 4CW Pride champion, Jason Sanity. After a long fought battle, Porter came out on top. With the championship not on the line, Sanity went down for the count. Although he didn’t lose the championship in that exhibition match, he’s been sidelined for the last four weeks if you haven’t noticed. We thought it was a minor MCL sprain but that wasn’t the case. Unfortunately, Jason Sanity has suffered a major MCl tear and is nowhere near recovering and ready for competition.”
WALLACE: ”Brace yourself folks, here it comes. As much as I would love to wait patiently for Sanity to make a full recovery, we have regulations to follow. The Pride championship was created with the purpose of bringing true wrestling back to this business. This championship isn’t for everyone and that’s not a knock against anyone in the back. We all have our own personal styles. But this is a championship that MUST be defended on the drop of a dime to any opposing challenger. As much as it saddens me, Jason Sanity will not be able to compete for quite a while. He will not be able to defend the championship in the manner it truly deserves.”
WALLACE: ”Here she is…”
WALLACE: ”As much as I hate to say it, we must move forward. As of this very moment… the 4CW Pride Championship is vacated due to unfortunate circumstances.”
WALLACE: ”WAIT!!! There’s more! Now I know we have a number one contenders match coming up shortly. Four individuals will climb into this ring and battle for an opportunity to challenge for this beauty I have on my shoulder right now. But how will they challenge for the championship when there isn’t a champion? I’ve been thinking the same thing. It’s actually quite simple. You see, the winner of tonight’s main event will be crowned the new 4CW Pride champion!”
JOHNSON: ”Now that’s a surprise!”
VASSA: ”Hold up, hold up… so we’re going to have a new Pride champion by the end of tonight’s event?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s what the boss said!”
VASSA: ”It looks like Christmas came a little early this year!”
WALLACE: ”That’s right, folks, you heard me right. Tonight we will crown a new 4CW Pride Champion. So let me ask you this. Are you all glad that I decided to drop in tonight?”
WALLACE: ”Well, it was a pleasure to see each and every one of you as well. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll step aside and let the show continue. Good night folks!”
JOHNSON: ”Unbelievable! I didn’t even know Jason Sanity was injured.”
VASSA: ”Neither did I. I will say this. I have been wondering where the champ has been. Hell, it’s been about a month since we last saw him. I just didn’t know that things were this bad, well for his knee that is.”
JOHNSON: ”Look at this thing, it’s beautiful.”
VASSA: ”It truly is.”
JOHNSON: ”Folks, we’re going to go backstage for a moment as we get ready for our main event.”
VASSA: ”You mean as we get ready to name a new 4CW Pride champion.”
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
FATAL FOURWAY
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. SATIVA NEVAEH VS.
LORD RAAB VS. LO’RENZO PORTER
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!
VASSA: ”I surprised that Shane and Raab haven’t killed each other already.”
JOHNSON: ”It seems like this rivalry, or should I say war will never end between those two.”
VASSA: ”Hopefully these two can stay focused on the big picture and that’s the Pride championship. They can always settle or fuel their hatred for one another after this big match tonight.”
POWERS:”And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred thirty-five pounds, from Kingston Jamaica, Sativa Nevaeh!”
“First thing’s first, I’m the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I’m still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin’, you should taste that”
“I’m so fancy
You already know
I’m in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy
Can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name
‘Bout to blow”
As she climbs onto the ring apron she slinks along the outside before rolling under the bottom rope. She seductively crawls towards the center of the ring where she gets on her knees and leans back, both hands up middle fingers in the air, and screams.
JOHNSON: ”Sativa Nevaeh has been rather impressive since signing with 4CW. She’s earned this opportunity to hold the 4CW Pride championship.”
VASSA: ”Perry knows talent when he see’s it and he makes sure to ALWAYS sign the right attitude. We aren’t PG by any means.”
JOHNSON: ”She’s had her moment in the ring with Jason Sanity and made an statement for everyone to witness. Lets see if she can do it again tonight.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “The Masked German Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!”
VASSA: ”We’ve watched first hand the transformation of Stefan Raab into this monster before us right now, Lord Raab.”
JOHNSON: ”Betrayal will do that to a person and Lord Raab has been stabbed in the back by those closest to him earlier in the year. Shane Borderland knows first hand the wrath and rage that burns inside of him.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from St. Matthews, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. “Flipp” La’Renzo Porter!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This man, Flipp, has been on the rise since stepping foot in 4CW. Yes, he’s had a few bumps along the way but he’s impressed with a huge win over The former Pride champion, Jason Sanity. Two weeks ago, he went toe to toe with the number one contender to the South-West Heavyweight championship, Jair Hopkins, in a match that could have went either way.”
VASSA: ”Unfortunately things didn’t go in his favor as Hopkins walked away with the win but it was an exciting match nonetheless. There were moments when I thought Lo’Renzo was going to pull off the win.”
JOHNSON: ”Well here’s our four wrestlers ladies and gentlemen. I have been informed that there will be no count outs in this fatal fourway. I’m ready to see who will become the next 4CW Pride champion.”
VASSA: ”Me too, Steve!”
JOHNSON: ”Well, lets get right to it!”
DING!!! DING!!!
At the sound of the bell, Raab darts out of his corner and rushes Borderland who prepares himself for the confrontation. Borderland then takes off from his corner. The two then collide in the center of the ring and begin to exchange punches, one after the other, each landing on both sides. Flipp and Sativa then turn to each other Meeting face to face at the side of the ring, the two begin to throw down as well. Sativa connects with a quick kick to the side of Flipp’s knee, forcing it to buckle, bringing him down to it. She then grabs him by the head and pulls him in close, hooking her arm around it in a DDT position. Sativa delivers a few knee lifts to Flipp’s stomach, lifting him off the canvas as each one crushes his ribcage. Out of nowhere, Flipp pushes her away and breaks free. Sativa then lunges forward with a fast right but misses as Flipp ducks the blow and counters with a stiff elbow strike to the mid-section. He then pops up and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up and dropping her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
Meanwhile across the ring, Raab and Borderland continue to beat the living hell out of each other as they throw wrestling out of the window and take more of a street fight approach. Borderland connects with a right haymaker to the side of Raab’s head, knocking him back a step. As Raab goes back, he plants his foot into the canvas and then lunges forward at Borderland, catching him with a headbutt straight to the nose. Borderland goes down to one knee after the stinging head shit. Raab wastes no time and swings overhead and crushes Borderland’s skull with a closed fist club to the top of the head. Raab then throws a series of boxing punches and jabs to Borderlan’s face while he’s down on one knee. Raab then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it close to him while driving his knee forward, hitting Borderland right between the eyes with it. As Borderland falls backwards, Raab reaches forward and grabs him by the shoulder, keeping him up. Raab then grabs his wrist with his other hand and pulls him up to his feet and then lifts him into the air in a fireman’s carry position.
Borderland struggles for a moment before wiggling free and falling to his feet behind Raab. Borderland throws a forearm over the top of Raabs back and then slams his elbow into the back of his head. Borderland then lifts Raab up and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Raab flips over and falls to his stomach on the mat. Borderland then pops back up and kicks Raab a few times while he’s down and then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Once up, Raab punches both of his fists forward into Borderland’s chest, pushing him back a few steps. He then steps forward and nearly knocks Borderland’s head off with a big boot. As Borderland hits the canvas, Raab rushes in and leaps into the air, coming down on top of Borderland and wrapping his arms around his throat. Raab then slams Borderland’s head into the canvas a few times before securing his mount and unloading with a fury of punches and MMA strikes.
Back across the ring, Flipp has Sativa backed into the corner. Wearing her down with kicks to the mid-section, he then climbs the turnbuckle over top of her and begins to connect with punches, one after the other as the fans begin to count as each one lands.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE…TEN!!!”
Flipp then hops back down to the mat and lifts Sativa up, sitting her on the top of the turnbuckle. Flipp then turns around and looks at Raab still mounted on top of Borderland on the attack. He then turns back to face Sativa and connects with a jumping European uppercut than straightens her entire upper body. With her feet locked in the ropes, Sativa remains seated at the top. Flipp then climbs the turnbuckle again until he reaches the top and stands straight up, holding on to Sativa’s head with both hands. Flipp then jumps into the air and wraps his legs around Sativa’s head. as he goes to flip backwards to a frankensteiner from the top rope, Sativa wraps her arms around his waste and jumps from the top rope with him, slamming his back to the canvas with a powerbomb from the top rope.
THUD!!!
VASSA: ”HOLY SH…”
JOHNSON: ”GUACAMOLE!!!”
VASSA: ”Where? I was told that we were out!”
Raab then steps forward and locks his arms around Flipp’s and gives him three quick headbutts before lifting him up and spinning around to throw him across the ring. Just as Raab release, Borderland rushes in. As Flipp flies through the air, Borderland ducks as he passes overhead and crashes to the canvas. Borderland then springs up and takes a running swing at Raab but misses. Just before Borderland makes contact, Raab side steps him and pushes him to the ropes. As Borderland’s back hits the ropes, Sativa reaches up from the outside and pulls down the top rope. Borderland flips backwards and goes over the top rope, crashing to the hard floor below. After hitting the floor head first, Borderland pushes himself up to his knees and leans back as the pain begins to settle in. From behind, Sativa kicks him in the center of the back with a stinging right boot. She then pulls his head backwards and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Sativa cranks down on the pressure as she looks in the ring where the ref has his back turned to her, watching Raab continue the assault on Flipp. Frustrated by the ref not taking notice for a possible submission, she continues to keep the move locked in, wearing Borderland down.
In the ring, Raab grabs Flipp by the head and lifts him up to his feet. Raab slaps him across the chest as the sound cuts through the theater. Raab then draws back for another slap across the chest but gets surprised when Flipp stomps on his foot and then connects with a stiff jab to the jaw. Raab stumbles back a step as Flipp lunges forward again and chops Raab in the side of the neck. Flipp then locks his hands around Raab’s head and drops to his knees, pulling Raab’s head down and slamming it into the top of his head as his downward motion comes to an abrupt stop. Raab’s head pops up as his body straightens. Flipp then pops up to his feet and lifts Raab up from the mat and drops him to the canvas with a sidewalk slam that shakes the ring. Raab rolls over to his stomach as Flipp pushes himself up to his feet. Flipp then stomps on Raab a couple of times before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up to his feet. With a grip still on Raab’s wrist, Flipp pulls him in close and ducks underneath it as he turns around locks his other hand around the lower head of Raab. Flipp then jumps up and with his arms locked onto Raab until he is upside down in a vertical position. He then continues to flip over and gains speed as he comes back towards the mat, executing an Asia DDT with grace.
JOHNSON: ”Beautiful! I haven’t seen a move that impressive in quite a while, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”It was something, that’s for sure!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh look! Sativa still has Borderland locked in the dragon sleeper.”
VASSA: ”She’s doing quite a number on him. Who knows if Borderland has tapped out or anything. The ref doesn’t even see what’s going on the outside of the ring!”
JOHNSON: ”Don’t speak so soon…”
VASSA: ”FINALLY!!!”
VASSA: ”Ouch! Shane is going to feel that for the next week or so.”
Out of nowhere, Raab reaches over the top rope and down to the floor and grabs just enough of Sativa’s short hair to get a handful. He then attempts to lift her up from the floor but Sativa quickly reaches up and wraps her arms around Raab’s one. Once up to the apron, Sativa plants her feet into the apron and jumps away, pulling Raab over the top rope before the two fall and crash on the hard floor. Rolling into the other still down, the mess of bodies grows larger. The four all have a slight bit of distance in between them, giving them the room they need to get up and back into the match. Up to his feet first, Borderland locks his eyes on Raab just a few feet in front of him, just standing to his feet with his back against the apron. Borderland then runs at him and dives forward, driving his shoulder into Raab’s stomach and slamming his back into the top corner of the apron. Raab release a loud grunt as Borderland knocks the breath out of him. Borderland then stands straight up and draws back far before swinging forward with all of his might and connecting with a punch to the top of Raab’s mask. Borderland then draws back again and connects with another punch, then another and then another.
Borderland then hits Raab with a shot to the side of the ribs and follows it up with an elbow thrown into the side of his head. Borderland then grabs Raab by the head and turns him around to face the ring. Borderland pulls Raab’s head back and slams his face into the apron a couple of times before dragging him down to the corner of the ring. Borderland then pulls his head back once more and slams his face into the ringpost as the sound echoes.
DONK!!!
Borderland then grabs Raab by the arm and throws him towards the barricade. Raab crashes into the barricade and flips ofer the top and rolls into the crowd as the erupt with cheers. Borderland quickly follows and makes his way to the barricade. Behind him, Flipp and Sativa are just now getting to their feet at the same time. The two lock their sights on one another and throw down at ringside, each exchanging punches back and forth. Sativa then ducks a punch and slaps Flipp across the chest before giving him a gruesome eyerake. Sativa then rolls him into thje ring underneath the bottom rope and follows behind, entering the ring herself.
VASSA: ”This match is all over the place, Steve!”
JOHNSON: ”Luckily there aren’t any countouts in this match but I do believe a pin of submission must happen at least at ringside.”
VASSA: ”With duals happening in different areas and one ref, this is going to be a hard one to call.”
Back in the ring, Sativa throws Flipp down to his back in the center with a scoop slam. She then looks over to the corner and quickly runs over to climb it. Once at the top, she turns to face Flipp who is still down on his back in the center. She waits as he begins to roll over and push himself up. Once he stands up and turns to face her, Sativa jumps from the top rope and plants her feet into his chest, knocking him down to the canvas hard with a missile dropkick. Flipp rolls across the ring onto his back at the edge of the ring. Sativa pops up to her feet and runs at an angle to the ropes to his left. She hits them with her back and runs straight across the ring, stepping over Flipp as she passes by. She then jumps in the air as she approaches the opposite roles and plants her feet into the middle rope. Sativa then springboards off the middle rope with a backflip and connects with a moonsault. Still on top of Flipp, Sativa hooks his leg for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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Before the ref slams his hand down for a third time, he notices Flipp’s other foot propped up on the bottom rope. He stops the count and yells for Sativa to break away from him.
VASSA: ”That was SSOOO close!”
JOHNSON: ”I thought we were just about to crown our new 4CW Pride champion.”
VASSA: ”Raab and Shane better get back to the ring before this match ends without them even being able to stop it.”
JOHNSON: ”They are ripping each other apart in the crowd!”
VASSA: ”THIS IS MADNESS!!!”
Back in the ring, Sativa has Flipp up to his feet and throws him to the ropes behind her. Flipp hits them hard and comes back with speed only to get wiped out with a spinning heel kick to the chops. Flipp smacks the canvas and doesn’t get a chance to recover before Sativa is right there on the attack. Kicking him while he’s down like she’s gone mad, Sativa does a number on Flipp’s mid-section. Sativa then grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. She goes to throw him to the ropes again but gets reverse as Flipp swings her around and sends her rushing towards them. Sativa jumps into the air to and goes to plant her feet in the middle rope for another springboard move but lands wrong, twisting her ankle and falling backwards, slamming her head into the canvas.
BAM!!!
Flipp pauses for a moment to catch his breath as Sativa slowly struggles to get to her feet in a daze. Once up, she holds her left leg up, refusing to put pressure on it. She slowly hobbles to the edge of the ring and grabs onto the ropes for leverage.
JOHNSON: ”This doesn’t look good, Steve.”
VASSA: ”She’s gotta be seeing stars right about now.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe, but I was referring to the leg injury she appears to have just suffered.”
VASSA: ”It didn’t look that bad, just like a minor twist of the ankle.”
JOHNSON: ”OH MY!!!”
Back in the ring, Sativa continues to hold herself up with the ropes as Flipp just now begins to come towards her. Sativa takes notice and shakes her head before stepping away from the ropes and swinging with a spinning elbow attack. Flipp ducks the blow and steps in front of her before popping up with a devastating elbow to Sativa’s chin, knocking her back a step and into even more of a daze. Flipp then does a back flip and connects with a kick to the bottom of her chin again, knocking her backwards to bounce into the ropes and then down to the canvas face first.
VASSA: ”There it is!!!”
JOHNSON: ”The Flipbow followed up nicely with Juice served by the one and only, Lo’Renzo Porter!”
Back to the ring, the ref drops down to the mat and begins the count for the pin attempt.
ONE
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Raab gets slowed down by the crowd as he fights to make his way through them.
TWO
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From behind, Borderland grabs Raab by the head and pulls his head backwards, jumping into the air and driving his knee’s into Raab’s back. Borderland falls backwards to the floor, pulling Raab backwards as well, driving his knees even further into his back when they come to a stop with a backstabber.
THREE!!!
VASSA: ”FLIPP HAS WON IT!!! WE HAVE A NEW PRIDE CHAMPION!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This is a BIG and well deserved win for Flipp tonight.”
VASSA: ”I knew this hatred with Raab and Shane would get in the way of the big picture tonight.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, Lo’RENZO PPOORRTTEERR!!!”
JOHNSON: ”We have a new champion folks! This was a hard fought match for all wrestlers but in the end, Flipp steals the show.”
VASSA: ”I couldn’t have asked for a better main event for this evening, Steve.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. Be sure to tune in three weeks from now on New Year’s Eve for our One Year Anniversary show at the KIMO Theatre in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”
VASSA: ”This is going to be a big show for us and it isn’t even a super-card! This is going to be EPIC!!!”
JOHNSON: ”With the One Year Anniversary show three week from now and then Winter Wasteland to follow four weeks after that, I have to admit, we have a stacked stretch ahead of us.”
VASSA: ”I’ll be honest with you. It makes my pants just a little bit tighter just thinking about it.”
JOHNSON: ”On that note, I think we should call it a night. I want to wish you all a happy holiday season and we will see you in three weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOOD NIGHT!!!”
