ADRENALINE E15 (025)



ADRENALINE E15 (025)
PARAMOUNT THEATRE [AUSTIN, TEXAS]
DECEMBER 10TH, 2014

The scene opens overlooking the Austin crowd at the Paramount Theatre. At ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth waiting to kick the evening off.

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.”

Ashe Corvin paces back and forth in the parking area. He keeps pulling his phone out and checking the time and if he has any missed calls or texts. Dressed in business casual with an overall black and purple theme he seems a bit out of place.

CORVIN:”Always pushing things. I should be used to this by now.”

He continues to pace and check his phone.

CAGE:”And you are always one to worry.”

Ashe turns around with a start and almost drops his phone. He then glares at Cage and shakes his head.

CORVIN:”Sorry, I’ve got important shit to take care of. My bad for being busy.”

The two have a bit of a stare down. They slowly walk towards each other and just before a fight would have broken out the two embrace and then chuckle.

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?”

They have a bit of a chuckle and then turn and head into the backstage area.

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…”

Their voices trail off as they head farther into the backstage area.

UNDERCARD
JASON STIGMA VS. CHRISTINE NASH

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Chicago, Illinois, Jason STIGMA!!!”

The bass line intro of Stick To Your Guns’ song “Nobody” begin to play as the lights on the entrance way flickers. Jason Stigma walks out from the back all fired up as he throws punches and kicks to the air ala Kyle O’Reilly before roaring to the delight of the fans. He makes his way to the ring slapping some hands of the fans ringside making it all the way around the ring. He then runs up a steel steps and stops on the ring apron. He wipes his feet on the ring apron before holding on the top rope. He then slingshots himself in to the ring and somersaults on the mat onto his feet. He then runs up to the corner and jumps up the turnbuckle. He roars again to the delight of the fans before jumping down from it. He walks over to his corner and warms up as he awaits his opponent.

POWERS: ”And his opponent, fighting out of Sanford, North Carolina, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, Christine NASH!!!”

The lights go out and the crowd gets quiet. Lights up as wehear “Circus for a Psycho” begins. Then the lights flash and Christine appears on the stage. She bend over to touch the ground and then back up whipping her hair as she moves. She cocks her head and then poses for the crowd as she blows them a kiss. She then walks down the ramp as the crowd has a mixed reaction. Some boo and some cheer.

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.”

DING!!! DING!!!

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?”

Nash allows Jason to get to his feet where she darts toward him, catching him with a uppercut before Jason catches her with a punch of his own. Nash knees Jason in the gut causing him to bend over, Nash looking for a ddt but Jason pushes her off. He looks for a quick spear but Christine slides out of the way. Jason turning around and right into a roundhouse kick putting him right on his back.

JOHNSON: ”Christine Nash is really giving it to Jason right now.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, he just looks out of place right now.”

She pulls Jason back to his feet where she whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle. She follows up with a spear of her own into the turnbuckle. Jason bouncing off, Nash hitting him with a missile dropkick. Jason falls right back into the turnbuckle. Nash, grabbing ahold of the turnbuckle, swinging herself backwards before crashing into Jason’s face with her knees.

VASSA: ”Don’t think I’ve ever seen that move before.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you would like how it feels either.”

With full momentun on Christine’s side she waits in the middle of the ring awaiting Jason to get to his feet. He slowly pulls himself up by the ropes looking dazed and confused. As he gets to a balance he stumbles right into Christine who kicks him in the stomach and then lifts him up with a double underhook and drops him to the canvas with a spinning facebuster. She then quickly covers for the pin as the ref moves in for the count.

JOHNSON: ”SHE JUST HIT THE ANGELS WINGS!!!”

ONE

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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.”

Young is shown standing next to Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa, with a headset.

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.”

Khris Young hands his headset over and walks to the back as the fans wait in anticipation for the next bout.

UNDERCARD
JESSICA ROBERTSON VS. NIOBE MARTIN

“Last Ride of the Day” hits the sound system as Jessica comes out, psyching herself up. She jumps up and down a few times, then heads down the ramp.

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!!! “

She stops, hyping herself up again before sliding in the ring and posing in the corner. She hops off the turnbuckle and awaits her opponent.

VASSA: ”Now she’s hot!”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny! We’re only getting started.”

As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the theatre, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

Niobe appears on stage, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

“Dragged you down below”

“Down to the devils show”

“To be his guest forever”

“Peace of mind is less than never..”

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.

JOHNSON: ”These two ladies look ready to get things started.”

VASSA: ”Niobe Martin… Jessica Robertson… DAYUM!!!”

The ref checks in with each lady before throwing his arm in the air and signaling for the bell.

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!”

Niobe grabs a handful of hair and lifts Jessica to her feet. She then connects with a hard right that knocks Jessica back a couple of steps. Niobe then lunges forward but gets taken down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Niobe’s face slams into the mat with impact as the fans pop with a quick cheer. Niobe pushes herself up as Jessica stands back, waiting to strike again. Once up, Niobe rushes Jessica and swings with another clothesline but misses as Jessica ducks and steps in behind her. Jessica then wraps her arms around Niobe’s waist and lifts her up, driving her into the canvas with a German suplex that shakes the entire ring. The two quickly get back to their feer, Jessica first. In a rage, Niobe lunges at Jessica again but gets stopped in her tracks with a quick kick to the stomach. Jessica then steps in and wraps her arms around her before lifting her up and dropping her to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.

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?”

Jessica gets up to her feet while Niobe slowly rolls over to her stomach and pushes herself up. Once up, Jessica runs at her and goes for a spear in the center of the ring. At the last second, Niobe jumps into the air as Jessica goes down to the canvas underneath her. Landing to her feet, Niobe then turns around and kicks Jessica in the back as she pushes herself up. Niobe then grabs her by the head and pulls her up to one knee. Niobe then slams her forearm across Jessica’s back, knocking her back to her stomach. Kicking her while she’s down, Niobe works the ribcage of Jessica. She then grabs Jessica by the head and lifts her to her feet. Niobe drives her knee into Jessica’s stomach a few times before standing her straight up with an uppercut. Niobe then lifts Jessica into the air and plants her into the canvas with a spinebuster. Niobe then covers for the pin as the ref quickly drops down for the count.

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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.”

Niobe climbs to her feet while Jessica slowly rolls over to her stomach. Niobe then kicks her in the stomach a few times before grabbing two handfuls of hair and jerking her up to her feet. Niobe then fires away with three hard rights before grabbing Jessica by the arm and throwing her to the ropes. Niobe then rushes to the corner behind her. As Jessica hits the ropes and comes back, Niobe jumps onto the top of the turnbuckle and turns around before leaping towards Jessica who is running to the ropes beside her. At the perfect moment, Niobe connects with a flying clothesline that nearly flips Jessica in mid air with her momentum behind her.

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.”

Niobe gets back up and turns to the corner again. She ascends to the top and turns to face Jessica who is down on her back in the center of the ring. With the fans on the edge of their seats, Niobe pauses for a moment to look over the crowd.

JOHNSON: ”This could be it folks.”

Niobe then flips off the top rope with a 450 Splash…

JOHNSON: ”The Hallucination!”

As she comes down, Jessica quickly rolls out of the way before niobe lands. Niobe crashes into the canvas with a thud and bounces back up to her feet. bending over to catch her breath that was knocked out of her, Niobe barely stands in the center of the ring. Jessica gets up and moves in quick. She grabs Niobe by the head and jumps into the air and plants Niobe’s face into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster.

VASSA: ”LOOK OUT NIOBE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Jessica hit her with the Harmony on Fire!”

VASSA: ”I think this might be it, Steve.”

Jessica then rolls Niobe over to her back and crawls on top for the cover as the ref drops down for the count…

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”That’s it! This one is in the books!”

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

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.”

A few moments pass after a brief advertisement for HBO Original Programming airs, Jessica Robertson comes back from her match, chugging down a bottle of water. Her eyes come across a familiar figure…Dazielle Molaroni with her manager, Miku. Jess walks over to her, a small smile on her face.

ROBERTSON: “Dazi, nice seeing you, this must be Miku.”

Miku bows slightly. Dazi nodded and was very happy.

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?”

Jessica leans against the wall, taking a few deep breaths. She lifted a finger, shaking it.

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.”

Dazi smiles at Jess, who smirks back at her with an evil grin. Dazi knew what she had to be thinking.

ROBERTSON: “Then we just give them challengers.”

The three head off to Jessica’s locker room, talking among themselves, formulating a plan to bring the tag gold home to them.

UNDERCARD
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. “

The theater lights dim down as fog fills the entrance area. The intro to “Bombs Away” by B.o.B. starts to play as Morgan Freeman’s voice fills the theater.

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. “

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the 4 Corner Wrestling theater as it plunges into darkness as “Back in Black” by ACDC begins to blare on out of the sound system across the theater. As it does a gold strobe light flickers on and can be seen throughout the theater as if on cue, out of nowhere “The Franchise” Thaddeus Stone appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans.

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!!! “

Thaddeus slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle , the gold strobe lights flicker back to a solid white light, as it does the white piercing light comes shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as they stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds them for a few seconds.

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. “

“Bring It” by Trapt plays as Nick Watson steps out onto the entrance ramp garbed in his colorful ring attire, he looks around at all of the fans, and then walks down the ramp, slapping hands as he does so. Striding down to the ring the fans and announcers alike can notice the look of determination on his face.

POWERS:” Making his way to the ring, from Salt Lake City, Utah…he is the Sensational One! Nick Watson! “

Nick pauses on the outside of the ring and unzips his hoodie vests, which he then hands off to someone in the crowd, he then leaps up on to the apron, and then makes his way into the ring. When he enters the ring, Nick goes over to the closest turnbuckle and poses for the fans to take photos, after posing for a bit, Nick flips off the turn buckle and runs to the center of the ring, where he begins to warm up for his match.

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. “

DING!!! DING!!!

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. “

Stone knees Watson in the head before tossing him through the middle rope. Stone with his back turned to Corvin is immediately attacked. Corvin hits Stone with a forearm to the back of the head before grabbing him by the arm and tossing him to the ropes. He bounces off as Corvin lifts him up over his head, hitting a back body drop.

JOHNSON:” That didn’t last long. “

VASSA:” Corvin is an opportunist. “

Stone is back to his feet, runs forward, and gets caught in a sidewalk slam. Corvin looks at the fallen Stone and shakes his head before climbing back to his feet. He is met by a right hand from a recovering Watson. Watson slings him to the corner, but is met with a boot from Corvin on the follow up. Corvin charges out of the corner and hits an STO. Stone comes from behind, tosses Corvin into the corner and drops over Watson for the pin.

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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. “

Watson picks Stone up, sends him to the ropes, but it gets reversed. Watson hangs on to the ropes as Stone chargers. Watson flips him over the top, but Stone lands on the apron. Watson sees it out of the corner of his eye and hits Stone in the temple with a spinning back elbow. Stone is barely hanging on as Watson bounces off the ropes and collides with Stone knocking him off the apron and onto a recovering Ashe Corvin. Watson looks out at the crowd who are on their feet.

JOHNSON:” These fans are going nuts! “

VASSA:” As they should be! Very entertaining so far! “

Watson grabs a hold of the top rope, slings himself over the top rope, and lands on top of Ashe Corvin and Thaddeus Stone who are trying to make their way up.

JOHNSON:” A high risk maneuver paid off for Nick Watson! “

Watson grabs Stone and slings him under the bottom rope. He jumps right into the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THR…

JOHNSON:” No! Ashe breaks the count! “

Corvin pulls Watson under the bottom rope and back to the outside. Corvin throws his left leg up as a decoy, followed by his right leg, catching Watson right in the temple with an enziguri. Corvin quickly rolls in and covers Thaddeus Stone.

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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! “

Stone lands one more stiff kick before hitting him with a quick DDT. Stone sits up, holding his neck, before climbing back to his feet. Stone grabs Corvin by the hair and puts his head between his legs. Before he can even think about a powerbomb, Watson comes from out of nowhere, leaps off the back of Corvin and hits Stone in the face with a shining wizard.

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! “

Nick is back to his feet and is quickly hoisted up onto the shoulders of Corvin and dropped with a death valley driver.

JOHNSON:” A quick turnaround, but that’s the thing about these matches, Vinny. You can never catch a break. “

Watson rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron as Corvin drops to one knee, catching a breather. Corvin walks over to the apron, picks Watson up, and is met with a right hand which sends him staggering backwards into the grasps of Thaddeus Stone. Stone hooks him around the waist, slings him backwards with a german suplex. Stone hands are still locked as he rolls his hips.

JOHNSON:” Look out for Watson! He’s climbing to the top! “

Stone hits another german suplex, rolls his hips, and is upright again. Both men are facing Watson as he dives off the top rope. Corvin breaks the grip of Stone and drops to the mat. Watson catches Stone with a flying knee right to the temple.

JOHNSON:” The TRUE Flying Knee. “

VASSA:” Corvin just dodged it. “

Corvin grabs Watson from behind as he gets up and sends him over the top rope and to the outside. Stone is slow to get up as Corvin turns his attention towards him, hooks his arms, and hits the Glorifier. Corvin quickly hooks the legs.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON:” Here comes Watson! “

THREE!!!

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. “

Corvin and Watson have a stare down as we cut away from the action.

“Believe Me” by Ace Hood flares causing a stir of cheers as Lo’Renzo Porter steps from behind the curtain, a big smile plastered to his face as he walks to the ring in just blue Wrangler Jeans and and Mid top grey and white Reebok. A microphone already in his hand as he begins to speak.

FLIPP: “What the fuck going on Texas? How y’all nizzahs doing tonight? I know for sure that right now I’m feeling lovely.”

There are cheers from the crowd causing Flipp to smile once more as he furthers his way to the ring.

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.”

He gets to the ring and steps up the steps, getting into the ring and jumping up and down.

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….”

He’s cut off due to Sativa Neveah stepping out from behind the curtains with her boyfriend Burn.

SATIVA: And Sativa wants what she’s been deserved. I’ve already heard enough backstage. Listen brah…”

She paused and rolled her eyes before continuing.

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!”

Lo’Renzo fans his hands towards Sativa before shaking his head.

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 cuts Lo’Renzo off once more, Flipp cutting his eyes.

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.”

“Fancy” by Iggy Azaleah begins to play as Lo’Renzo and Sativa stare at eachother before Sativa and Burn make their ways back backstage. The cameras fading out on Flipp whose eyes were still focused on the curtains.

The Queens are walking around backstage as they are preparing for their upcoming bout with Black Listed. Ursula and Sydney are pounding their fists into their hands while Courtney is sitting against the wall.

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.”

Courtney chomps on a toothpick as Ursula and Sydney finish preparing for their match.

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.”

Ursula and Sydney help Courtney back up to their feet. She grabs a hold of the toothpick in her mouth before flicking it toward the camera. They move down the hallway as the scene cuts away.

UNDERCARD
BLACK LISTED VS. QUEENS INCORPORATED
W/ GUEST COMMENTARY NEW GEN RISING

“I Play You Lose” blasts over the PA as the crowd starts to boo. The 4CW Tag Team Champions, Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, start marching their way down to the ramp. As they get towards the ring, they walk around and join the commentating booth.

JOHNSON:”Vinny, we’re about to be graced with the presence of the 4CW Tag Team Champions!”

NewGen nod their heads at Johnson and Vassa as they sit down and put headsets over their ears. They both join in the conversation.

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.”

The lights start to switch to a dark red hue as “Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B hits as the familiar beats draw cheers from the crowd. Out from the back first comes the bubbly and fun Demi Griffin with a big smile on her face as she stops to shake her booty to the beat a few times before making her way to the ring. Not far behind her coming through the curtain as his sister has already made it half down the ramp is the imposing RPG, Royce Griffin standing looking out at the crowd.

POWERS:”The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Royce and Demi Griffin, Black Listed!”

The two wearing matching red and black themed outfits though, differing in types of gear. They still have matching arm bands and focused looks as Demi finishes high fiving the fans around the ring before hopping up the steps and stepping through the bottom two ropes. As she does this Royce slides into the ring,

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!”

Johnson definitely wasn’t joking as he’s not smiling at all. However, he doesn’t say anything to offend the 4CW Tag Team Champions.

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.”

The theatre gets filled with silver lights as “Welcome to the Queendom” begins to play through the speakers. Sydney and Ursula walk out through the curtain immediately being followed by Natasha and Courtney Sharpless. Sydney pulls up on her ring jacket as Natasha kneels down in front of her. Sydney then throws open her jacket as they bounce down the aisle. Ursula is walking down behind them as Courtney walks with her.

POWERS:”Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied to the ring by Courtney Sharpless and 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!”

Sydney and Ursula enter the ring at the same time. They stare down Black Listed as we prepare for the bell.

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 just shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

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.”

DING!!! DING!!!

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.

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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.”

Sydney waves off the pinfall attempt as she goes back to work on Demi. Sydney heads to the top turnbuckle as Demi is back to her feet. This causes Sydney to just jump towards her but she jumps behind Demi. Demi grabs her and hits a bulldog on her. She follows it up with a couple of elbow drops to the face. Sydney gets up but Demi launches herself on her with a thesz press. Demi starts firing away with right punch after right punch before dismounting off of Sydney. This time, it is Demi who heads up to the top rope. She stares down at Sydney before jumping off leading with her knee as she drives it down into the face of Sydney. Demi hooks the leg for a cover.

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?!”

Demi sees Ursula wanting in the match and ends up pulling her towards her own corner. Demi tags in the freshly ready Royce as he takes over on Sydney. He nails a few strong right hooks before hitting a thunderous backbreaker. Royce takes advantage of the damage Demi delivered and goes for the cover on Sydney.

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.”

Ursula is standing over Royce as all of a sudden, she just freezes. She looks confused but Irish Whips off the ropes and comes back with an elbow to the face of Royce. Royce holds his nose, but arises back to his feet. It was if the elbow drop really didn’t phase him much. Royce locks up with Ursula and then hits her with a spinning wheel kick. Royce, who isn’t stupid in the least bit and knows that Ursula isn’t much of a wrestler, is smart and covers her.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Royce doesn’t know what to make of the odd situation. However, a match is a match and continue you it he shall. He picks up Ursula and tosses her into the corner turnbuckle. Royce charges at her and hits a corner clothesline. This causes Ursula to drop in the corner against the turnbuckle. Royce drags her to his corner and tags back in Demi. Demi decides to keep Ursula on the mat as she heads to the top. Ursula finally makes it to her feet as she turns around. Demi dives off and attempts a flying heel kick but Ursula hits a missile dropkick in mid air taking Demi down. Ursula takes the opportunity to cover Demi.

ONE

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TWO

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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 just nods his head slowly as Ursula brings Demi to her feet. Ursula hits a couple petty strikes to the chin of Demi. Royce looks on in question about Ursula’s wrestling abilities. Ursula follows it up with a standing moonsault. This time, it makes Royce’s eye widen. Almost like this was some kind of an emotions swinger. Ursula simply winks at Royce before heading to the top rope. She dives off an hits a shooting star press which shocks and awes the crowd. Even the announcers and NewGen didn’t see that one coming.

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.”

Sydney smiles impressed with Ursula’s performance tonight. Ursula drops down and covers Demi.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

The Queens make their way to the back as the 4CW Tag Team Champions hit the ring with their titles. Hollywood and Savage both grab a mic as we see Savage hit center ring and Hollywood walking towards one of the corner turnbuckles.

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, meanwhile, is actually just leaning in the corner turnbuckle with his feet resting on the middle ropes. Hollywood is obviously looking extremely bored. Hollywood yawns as he realizes he needs to get a few things off his chest.

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.”

Hollywood pats Jace on the back as he gets comfortable again on the corner turnbuckle. This gets Jace to nod with a sadistic smile as he picks up where Hollywood left off.

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 interrupts Jace briefly.

HOLLYWOOD:”IF you think you have what it takes…”

Savage smirks at Hollywood who is shining his championship belt at this point.

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.”

Hollywood smiles as “I Play You Lose” hits over the PA as the crowd drown Hollywood and Savage in boos. Both of the tag champs drop their mics and exit the ring. Hollywood stares one fan in the eye and gives him the “Shove It” gesture as he gets a lot of heat.

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!”

Backstage, we see Griffin Hawkins stretching, preparing for tonight’s match. Just then he stops, noticing someone off screen. The camera pans over to Nathaniel Havok, dressed in a referee shirt as he has the Extreme Title around his shoulder.

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.”

He holds up the belt for him to see.

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.”

Griffin steps closer, a serious look in his eye.

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’s glare suddenly warps into a smile.

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 simply chuckles.

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.”

He smiles, leaving as Griffin stares focused after him.

UNDERCARD
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!!”

Camera zooms in on John Blade in the ring bouncing in place, ready for the fight a head of him. The crowd less than excited for his introduction as The lights in the building go black, completely black in the arena ready for this match of the evening. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and they were patiently waiting for something new. The lighting began to change as the song begins to play over the sound system…The crowd screams towards the entrance way in cheers now, “Tourniquet” having just started to pound itself through the sound system. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the theater goes near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white, green and blue lights at the entrance way as green mist flows along the theater. The lights continue to go “wild” as they flash erratically as the starting lyric announces…

“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!!!!!!!”

Equinox slowly folds in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella.

He 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!”

Across the ring, John Blade crashes into Equinox from behind. Knocking him into the ropes as he lays in the wild shots ranging from Forearms to Elbows and Fists as he pounds down into Equinox. The referee signals for the bell and the match officially begins but John Blade is going to town on his opponent. Whipping Equinox around, Blade sends him soaring across the ring with an Irish Whip. Equinox springs off his feet before he hits the ropes, landing and springing off the middle ropes, launching himself back at John Blade but Blade ducks the Springboard Crossbody attempt by Equinox.

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..”

Reaching down, John Blade pulls Equinox up with a handful of hair. Equinox bursts free of the grapple and jumps up in place, grabbing Blade by the head and hitting a Standing Tornado DDT and the crowd finally erupts in some cheers. Equinox pushes up to his feet, John Blade does as well and they come at each other, Blade with another clothesline but it doesn’t connect as Equinox gets inside the clothesline and connects with a short elbow to Blade’s face. Again he blasts Blade with an elbow and stumbles the bigger man back.

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.”

With Blade on the outside, he tries to shake off the daze is his head. Equinox turns and speeds across the ring, hits the far ropes and comes hauling ass back towards the side of the ring where Blade is standing. Equinox leaps, diving up over the ropes and hits a beautiful Suicide Dive that crashes his body hard into John Blade who tries to catch Equinox but fails to do so. The crowd blows up with cheer from the high flying assault. Pushing off Blade, Equinox gets to his feet and pulls Blade up before rolling him under the ropes to reenter the ring. Equinox follows and brings John Blade to his feet as he rises himself. Blade shoves Equinox back and pelts him with an overhand forearm that slaps Equinox down onto his back. Blade begins hard stomping into a downed Equinox and then drops a big Elbow into the heart of his chest. Blade goes for the pin just laying over Equinox after the elbow drop. The referee hesitates but drops and slaps the canvas.

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..”

In a fit of rage, John Blade gets up and rips Equinox off the canvas. He lifts Equinox up and tosses him in the air above for a big belly flop like flapjack but Equinox as he falls, he lands on his feet, kicks Blade in the gut and plants him with a Snap Evenflow DDT. The crowd bursts in a cheer of celebration as the announcers get excited at the signature move by Equinox.

VASSA: “Wayward Dissoultion! This could be over folks, he just put Blade in an ugly spot!”

Instead of reaching over to make another pin attempt, Equinox slowly rises to his feet. He falls back into the ropes behind him and his eyes are filled with an excitement. Blade dazed, pops up with a blank stare in his eyes. Lost to the world he might have lost some consciousness during the DDT but moves to get back up after coming too. Equinox turns him around as he stands up and lifts John Blade over his shoulders. The bigger man adding weight to his step, Equinox steps slowly towards the middle of the ring. He tosses Blade up, steps back and as Blade falls, Equinox catches him with a rising knee to the face.

JOHNSON: “Demented Past! No way John Blade gets up from that!!”

The referee falls to the canvas and claps the canvas.

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.”

As his music plays, Equinox rises to his feet and the referee raises his arm in victory as the crowd shows their support for the victor of the match.

The cameras cut backstage to see Interviewer, Gabriel Hartman standing by with the #1 Contender to the Southwest Championship, Jair Hopkins. The two are all smiles as Hartman starts the interview.

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..”

Turning away from Hartman, Jair Hopkins widens in the eyes as a Middle Aged Mexican man steps into the scene. Him and Hopkins give a short hug as Hopkins wonders why he was in the building.

HOPKINS: “Danny, what the heck are you doing here?”

Interrupting before the man can respond, Gabriel Hartman wants the insider scoop for the fans watching.

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…”

Now Danny Guerravez interrupts as he gives a snarling glance to Hartman for butting in. He pulls Hopkins by the arm slightly and walks off the center of the camera feed. Danny hands Hopkins a DVD case as he explains.

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..”

The two men rush out of the scene leaving Hartman alone. Quickly thinking, Hartman decides to follow them and maybe get a peek of what is on the DVD as the camera cuts back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
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!! “

“Moving in Stereo” by the Cars hits the P.A system and the boos start to reign down. As the song slowly picks up, a female figure appears on stage with her body outstretched in a pose that shows off all of her best assets. She is also carrying a towel in her right hand. Her silohoutte is displayed with a bright white light shining behind her. As the song picks up, the white light stops and the world is now allowed to enjoy “Little Miss Perfect” live and in living color. She gives a fake smile to her ‘adoring’ public before strutting down to the ring looking uninterested in what the crowd thinks of her …afterall, she is just hear to give them charity by letting them soak in her perfection. She stops at the edge of the rampway before tossing the towel upwards, doing a spin and then catching it. She climbs up the steel steps and then twirls along the ropes. She outstretches along the ropes before flipping backwards into the ring. She then heads to the top turnbuckle and stands still in a pose …just letting everyone take it in.

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!!! “

As the slow start of ‘Comanche’ came over the theater’s speakers it was followed by the name RAMONA appearing on the large screen in letters of varying size and color that looked like they’d been cut out of several magazines. The name disappeared and the screen came to life with clips of the formerly announced woman entering and working out in a desolated gym interrupted occasionally with that first image of RAMONA in between them.

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. “

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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. “

Nova grabs Ramona by the wrist and attempts to send her to the corner, but it gets reversed. She smacks the corner as Ramona takes off, puts her boots into the mid section, and hits a perfect monkey flip of Katrina Nova. Nova gets up, holding her back and is met with a dropkick that sends her into the corner. Ramona climbs on top of her and begins with the right hands as the fans count.

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.

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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. “

Both women shoot upward as Nova charges. Ramona slips the attack, spins Nova around, and hits her with a double knee facebreaker. Nova bounces backwards as Ramona jumps to her feet much to the delight of the crowd. She points to the top rope and begins to ascend. She stands upright as Katrina staggers around. Ramona flies off and connects with a missile dropkick. Ramona hooks the leg.

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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. “

Ramona peels Nova up off the mat and sends her to the corner with a hard irish whip. Ramona runs, looks for a splash, but Nova moves. Ramona catches herself on the second rope. She springboards backwards, turns in mid air, but gets caught with a drop kick from Katrina Nova. Both women are down on the mat, stirring around.

JOHNSON:” Ramona was able to stop herself from smacking the corner, but paid for it. “

VASSA:” Nova needs to take advantage of the situation! “

Nova is first to her feet as she stumbles over to Ramona who is slow to get up. She goes to pick Ramona up, but Ramona grabs a hold of her legs, and sweeps them out from under her. Nova hits the canvas as Ramona keeps a hold of the legs. She falls backwards and slingshots Katrina Nova into the corner. She smacks into the top turnbuckle and staggers outward. Ramona flips her over with a snapemare and hits the ropes. She bounces off and connects with a sliding forearm smash.

JOHNSON:” How explosive and fast is Ramona?! She calls that Blitzkrieg Bop and she obliterated Nova. “

VASSA:” That was impressive, Steve. Wow. “

Ramona is up on both knees with a smile on her face and she calls for the end. Ramona flips her over, goes to her legs, and begins to lock her up in Ramona-sutra. She clamps down on the legs and pulls at the neck. After several seconds, Nova has no choice but to tap out.

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! “

After the ref raised her hand in victory the match was all but over. Ramona took this win as she’d taken her previous other two, with a gracious bow to the fans that had come out to see her and the other 4CW talents compete. However before she could possibly be ushered off she motioned to one of the workers outside the ring for a mic. When they seemed confused about the request she repeated it, but this time with a little less patience.

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.”

That was it and she handed the microphone off to the referee as her music started up and Ramona could exit the ring with that off her chest.

GUERRAVEZ: “In here Carnal! There’s a Television in here with a DVD player…”

As the cameras open backstage, Danny Guerravez is waving in Jair Hopkins after both had been searching for a place to watch the DVD that was sent to Hopkins via the hospital where his Mentor was put into. Hopkins cuts into the small room and following behind is Gabriel Hartman and the camera crew. Danny doesn’t look pleased with their presence. Hopkins nods and calms his Trainer.

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.”

Gabriel hurries inside passed Danny and as Danny himself steps in the room, he closes the door behind him and the room gets darker. As Hopkins reaches up to turn the TV on, Danny Guerravez flips on the light switch bringing the room to a natural brightness. Hartman moves so he’s out of their way as Danny meets with Hopkins right in front of big screen as Hopkins inserts the disk into the player connected and sitting on a desk surface next to the TV. They sit back and watch as the screen flickers some.

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…”

The security tape continues as two men in all black, with ski masks covering their faces enter the picture. One carrying a can of paint as he approaches the main wall with the promotional stuff hanging from wires against it. The other reaching up, trying to grab at the very camera recording them but cannot reach it.

HOPKINS: “He’s shorter than I am, I can just barely touch it reaching up there. That’s a clue.”

The main doors to the gym shine dimly as a faint light pops up and quickly goes out again. Hopkins shakes his head knowing it was Juan Ramirez inside, maybe spotting that there were vandals outside. Corrected in his thought, the main doors open and out comes Juan Ramirez in a fast paced sneak. He races up behind the man spray painting the buildings wall and spins him around. Instead of attacking, Ramirez rips the ski mask off the ‘painters’ head and stands back stunned. Hopkins steps closer to the TV trying to make out who it was. He couldn’t see it clearly, it was fuzzy.

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!”

Still trying to catch a better look, they watch as the unmasked assailant’s partner has turned toward them and begins creeping closer to that direction. Ramirez must not have seen that there was two men as he stands motioning, possibly talking, yelling at the unmasked man. The partner wasn’t empty handed, he carried a tire iron in his right hand as he got inches closer. Danny Guerravez moves to the TV going to turn it off..

GUERRAVEZ: We don’t need to see this mijo..”

HOPKINS: “No…leave it, we might see them..I want to know who!”

The security tape flickered, buffering, froze some as it skipped a few seconds. The first clip to Ramirez’s lower back was seen, a few whacks from the tire iron and it was easy to get the Owner of Golden Boy down. Hopkins looked mad, looked sad, full of emotion for his FAMILY get beat down, stomped. The unmasked man soccer kicks Ramirez to the face and his head snaps from the impact. Hopkins falls to his knees in the room watching it happen on video. His face buried in his hands, his fists clinch wanting to fight back the tears. Danny’s voice which sounds different than usual brings Jair’s face up to look at the screen again. His emotion removed, his rage paused, he looks at the TV with a slight case of goosebumps.

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…”

The scene quickly cuts off, heading back to ringside. Fans vibrate the building a bit with boos as they were left hanging. Most having to know who was behind it but then the answer gave more questions and added to their disapproval of being cut off.

UNDERCARD
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. “

“Reincarnate” by Motionless in White cues up as the crowd get loud and bitter, the lights dips into darkness before a red glow over takes it. The big screen burns to life with Kerin Monroe’s video package now.

POWERS:” Coming to the ring, hailing from Manchester, England. She is “Manchester’s Finest”, KERIN MONROE!!! “

Kerin comes from the back, a twisted smirk over her face as she strolls to the edge of the entrance stage and ramp. She then whips her red hair back and throws up both arms victoriously. She then starts for the ring, boos still ringing out, as she walks right by any outstretched hands along her path. She pulls herself up onto the apron with the help of the bottom rope and gets to her feet before ducking under the middle rope getting into the ring. She makes her way to the middle of the ring where she stops and once again whips her hair back, raising her arms once again.

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. “

The theater lights drop down as “Requiem (The Fifth)” comes over the PA System as the theater doors swing open. A serious business woman steps through the double doors as white theater lights turn up. She turns 180 degrees as Dustin James Holt walks into the theater wearing a straight jacket. His purple and gold face paint can still be seen as his gaze is very stoic. He doesn’t remove his eyes from the ring as this mystery woman is walking behind him with Alonzo Gomez beside her.

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. “

Dustin reaches the ring and stops as Alonzo unbuckles the straight jacket. Once the jacket is removed, Dustin pulls himself up onto the ring apron as The Warden and Alonzo remain on the arena floor. Dustin steps up onto the turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air. He holds them out for a few more seconds before dropping them to his side and jumping down. He squats right there in the corner while waiting for the match to start.

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. “

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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. “

Holt motions for Monroe to pick it up, but she is hesitant. Slowly but surely, she bends over to pick it up and is immediately kicked in the face for her efforts.

VASSA:” I knew he wasn’t that stupid. “

The kick knocks Monroe on her behind and up against the second rope. Holt strikes her with a knee and she ends up on her back before rolling to the outside. Holt follows her out and stalks her a bit before grabbing her by the head and slamming it on the apron. Monroe drops to one knee, but Holt wastes no time as he picks her up and rams her back first into the guard rail. Kerin drops to the ground as Holt looks under the ropes for more weaponry. Holt pulls out a table and slides it under the bottom rope. He goes back under and pulls out a crutch and tosses it into the ring. Holt turns around and a drink is thrown in his face as Monroe takes one from a fan. She runs at him and spears him into the ring apron. She rolls him into the ring and follows in after him.

JOHNSON:” Monroe taking control! “

Monroe follows in after Holt, grabs the crutch, and wraps it around his neck, choking him with it as he tries to get up.

VASSA:” She better break that choke! “

JOHNSON:” It’s not illegal, Vinny. “

Monroe finally lets go of the choke hold as she measures Holt up. Holt staggers up, turns around as Monroe takes a wild swing. Holt ducks the attack, grabs the crutch, and kicks her in the stomach. Monroe lets go of the crutch as Holt takes full control. He kicks her in the gut again as she hunches over. He raises the crutch high about his head and smashes it over her back, breaking it.

JOHNSON:” Oh my god! Holt just broke that crutch over her back! “

VASSA:” She’ll be feeling that one in the A-M. “

Holt tosses it to the outside and begins to set up the table inside the ring. Having trouble with the legs, he ditches that idea, and leans it up in the corner. Holt wonders over to Monroe, lifts her up by the hair and hits her with a high impact belly to belly suplex. Holt grabs the metal folding chair occupying the ring and slowly drags it over to the fallen Monroe. Holt turns it sideways, lifts it about his head, and jabs the edge of the chair into the back of Monroe.

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. “

Holt continues to taunt the fallen Monroe as she pulls herself up in the corner, holding her back. Holt brings the chair about his head and goes to strike, but Monroe gets a boot up and kicks Holt in the mid section. She hits him with repetitive kicks, but he keeps coming back. He swings the chair, but Monroe rolls out of the way. Holt turns around as Monroe leaps into the air and kicks the chair back into the face of Holt. He drops the chair and staggers backwards against the ropes. Monroe charges, but Holt ducks it, and flips her to the outside. Holt reaches up to his mouth, checking for blood as he follows her to the outside.

JOHNSON:” A little bit of offense, but she’s going to need more than that. “

Holt stomps on Monroe as she tries to get back to her feet. She’s crawling around on all fours as Holt just stalks her. He stomps on her fingers, causing her to collapse on her face. Holt picks Monroe up by her hair, hoists her up on his shoulders, and drops her face first on the guardrail. Monroe drops to a seated position and Holt begins stomping on her upper body before finishing it off with a boot choke. The fans begin to boo, but holt shows no emotion. Holt goes back under the ring and pulls out a few items. He throws out a fire extinguisher, a cookie sheet, and a halogen light tube.

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. “

She reaches her feet, extinguisher in hand as Holt turns around. She sprays him with the extinguisher as he waves his hand in front of his face and falls backwards. Holt scrambles around and gets back up, eyes still foggy. Monroe runs and cracks him over the head with the base of the extinguisher. She drops it to the ground and slides Holt back in. Monroe goes under the bottom rope and makes the pin on Holt.

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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. “

Monroe grabs the metal folding chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. She pulls Holt up, hooks him up from behind and drops him face first on the folding chair with a front russian leg sweep. Holt holds his face in agony as he rolls under the bottom rope and back to the outside. Monroe is on her knees, nodding, with a smirk on her face.

JOHNSON:” The tide seems to be shifting, Vinny. “

Monroe gets to her feet and looks out at the audience to a chorus of boos. On the outside, Holt has a hold of the halogen light tube. Monroe arrogantly walks over to the edge of the ring. She pokes her head through the second rope, grabbing a crouching Holt by his neck, pulling him upward. He swings the light tube over his head and smashes it over the head of Kerin Monroe. Glass shatters everywhere as Monroe just falls backwards.

VASSA:” Cover your eyes, Steve!! “

JOHNSON:” My god, what a shot from Dustin James Holt! “

Holt turns around and looks at the broken Kerin Monroe. He slides under the bottom rope and makes the pin.

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JOHNSON:” This has got to be it! “

TWO

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THR

VASSA:” No! She got the shoulder up! “

Holt just sits up, staring a hole in Kerin Monroe. He gets to his feet, still rubbing away at his eyes. He grabs her around the throat and pushes her into the nearby corner. He grabs her by the arm, goes to sling her to the ropes, but Monroe somehow reverses it. Holt snaps into the corner and Monroe goes to follow it up, but Holt dodges the attack. Monroe hits chest first and staggers out backwards as Holt bounces off the ropes and hits Monroe with the Splitting Headache.

JOHNSON:” A costly mistake from Monroe. “

Holt walks over to the corner, opposite of the leaning table. He motions for Monroe to get up as he crouches. She is slowly getting to her feet, right in front of the leaning table.

VASSA:” Holt is looking for something big here! “

Monroe staggers upward, holding her face. She groggily turns around as Holt flies out of the corner and spears her right through the table. Monroe’s body crashes right through the table as it breaks in two.

JOHNSON:” Fear Dot Com! “

VASSA:” This looks like a train wreck! “

Holt sluggishly yanks on the leg of Monroe, pulling her outward. He puts his back on the chest of Monroe, hooking one leg.

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. “

Holt is seated outside the ring and the officials tend to Monroe as we cut away.

Paused on the Television backstage is a Black and White freeze frame of Jason Cashe in all black attire. His head cocked to the side as one hand is opened frozen in a wave as he stares up at the cameras that recorded him. Jair Hopkins is loud off screen as the cameras turn to see him lifting a desk and punching a wall with his fist. Danny Guerravez tries to calm him down.

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..”

Odds were good that Cashe, the 4CW Southwest Champion would be in the building. He fought to get in when he was banned in Arizona so why wouldn’t he be here tonight? Hopkins let the idea settle and he realized he was getting a little excited at the thought.

HOPKINS: “Yeah…yeah he just might be here! Let’s bring Ramirez a present..”

He charges to the door of the room. Gabriel Hartman hurries out of his way as he rips the door opens and moves to the hallway. Before he can begin his search for justice, he looks up and locks eyes with the man he wanted to find. The man responsible for everything that’s happened recently. Cashe arrogantly with a smile on his face, the tip of his tongue poking out of his gaped top line of teeth.

CASHE: “Howdy!

HOPKINS: “Motherfucke–“

WHACK!!

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?”

Not responding to the question, Danny G cocks back and whips the chair once again, catching Hopkins to the face like he was playing Cricket with the Steel Chair. Flopping back, Hopkins lays on his back on the ground. His eyes glazed over as a blur fills his vision. Over him stands Jason Cashe who crotches down near his head.

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…”

Reaching up, swatting at Cashe, Jair Hopkins can’t find his target. The sudden admittance of who lit the fire 2 years back wasn’t expected. NewGen Rising had taken the credit but all in due time things would become more clear. Cashe wasn’t in the mood to explain but Hopkins surely believed him. Even dazed he wanted to fight and Cashe seemed to admire his attempts.

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.”

Regaining some composure, Hopkins seems to move around more, reach closer, pull at Cashe to get closer until finally Cashe stands up on his feet from his squat. He stomps down into Hopkins face and presses down his boot, mashing Hopkins face into the waxed backstage floors.

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!”

A small jump off his feet and Cashe comes down with a stiff stomp that bounces Hopkins head off the ground. Along with Danny Guerravez, Jason Cashe heads towards the Arena exit as the cameras record an dazed and beaten Jair Hopkins.

UNDERCARD
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.”

The beginning of “Money A Do It” airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Alec Quartermain emerges to a wave of boos. Quartermain slowly walks down the ramp intimidating the crowd with snarls and growls.

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!!”

Alec makes his way into the ring and then slips into a ‘Eye of the Storm’ type of slumber, while waiting for the opening bell.

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.”

The lights dim as “Masked Jackal” by Coroner begins to play over the PA System and strobe lights start flashing to the beat of the guitar riff, after a few minutes the riff picks up in speed as do the flashes and once the vocals hit Damien emerges from the backstage area with his arms outstretched.

POWERS:”And his opponent, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, DAMIEN KNIGHT!!

He makes his way down to the ring and hops up on the apron before removing his hood revealing a sadistic grin as he stares down the audience before entering the ring ready for his match.

JOHNSON:”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!”

DING!!! DING!!!

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.”

Knight sends a few kicks to the face of Quartermain before grabbing him and whipping him into the corner turnbuckle. Knight charges at him and is able to land a nice flying clothesline on Quartermain. Knight tries to grapple him again, but Quartermain counters with a few knee strikes to the ribs. Quartermain falls back and then launches himself into the in trouble Knight with a running shoulder toss. Quartermain touches it with a Catch Me If You Can which takes Knight right down into the canvas. Quartermain goes for the cover.

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.”

Quartermain chuckles a bit as he tosses Knight into the corner turnbuckle again. This time, Quartermain heaves him up to the very top as a dazed Knight sits unknowingly in very big trouble.

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!”

Quartermain climbs the top looking to further inflict pain on Knight, but Knight has other plans. He starts to fight back as he strikes a few hard rights into the face of Quartermain. Quartermain stumbles a little bit, but is able to remain up top. Quartermain sends a huge headbutt into the skull of Knight. This allows Quartermain to grab him. Unfortunately for Quartermain, Knight is using the strength from the rest of his body to keep him on that turnbuckle. Without a seconds notice, Knight just grabs him as they both come falling towards the canvas. However, Knight hits a very definitive top rope spinebuster that drives Quartermain hard into the canvas.

JOHNSON:”Holy shit! How the hell did Knight pull that off?!”

VASSA:”I don’t know, but Knight better cover him fast!”

As if Knight heard Vassa, he does indeed go for the cover. He was already hurting so you can see him wincing in pain as he tries to hook the leg of Quartermain.

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!”

Quartermain starts to get frustrated as he says enough is enough. He lifts Knight from the mat and sets up for The Fear but Knight drops down behind him. Quartermain tries to act quick as he turns around but runs into a Jackal Strikes from Knight. Knight drops to his knees, clearly trying to catch his breath as he covers Quartermain.

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!”

The new 4 Corners Wrestling backstage interviewer, Brianna Garcia, is standing between The Warden, Inmate 31 and Dr. Gomez. She seems very freaked out by Inmate 31 being inside his straight jacket. Brianna decides to look at Inmate 31 while trying to start the interview.

GARCIA: ”Mister Holt, can you tell our viewing audience about your goals here in 4 Corners Wrestling?”

The Warden grabs a hold of Brianna’s hand and pulls toward her.

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.”

Dustin James Holt, aka Inmate 31 looks at the young journalist while half snarling at her.

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.”

The Warden motions for Dr. Gomez and Inmate 31 to move forward as Brianna is left looking more confused then ever before.

HEADLINE
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!”

You hear ‘Don’t underestimate Divinity’ before the theme music blares over the loudspeakers and Marisol walks out in her black and pink leather attire.

POWERS: ”First, from Honolulu, Hawaii, Marisol Hawkes!”

She smirks as she glares around the theater at the fans. She walks down the ramp and quickly up the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring as she awaits her opponent.

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!”

The lights go out, the crowd is wondering what’s going on. The opening lyrics begin going smoothly till a LOUD scream is heard. The strobe lights go off as that same young man is on the ramp accompanied by Brooke McQueen. It appears to be Griffin Hawkins!

POWERS: ”AND her opponent! From Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighting in at two hundred twenty seven pounds, The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins!”

He walks down the ramp as “Monkey Business” by Skid Row hits. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp way. He walks up the ring stairs and holds the ropes for his manager to step through. He gets on the ropes and throws the devil horns in the air, pumping the crowd, as Hawkes moves to the outside of the ring. Soon he gets off the ropes, taking off his leather jacket and goes to the outside of the ring. As he moves to the outside, Hawkes rolls back in, possibly avoiding conflict before the opening bell. Hawkins puts his Silver Aviator glasses on a lucky young fan, patting him on the head as he smiles up at him.

JOHNSON: ”Hawkes and Hawkins, Havok as the referee! This smells of absolute chaos!”

VASSA: ”This is going to be awesome!”

Hawkins goes to roll into the ring, as Hawkes sees an advantage to get an early start. She rushes over to her foe, and immediately begins to stomp his head in. As Hawkins fights to get up, Nathaniel Havok exit’s the ring, unbeknownst to either competitor. As the competition continues inside, Nathaniel Havok walks over to fans, acting as if nothing is going on. Inside the ring, Hawkes continues her onslaught of kicks to the temple, as Hawkins finally gets to his feet. He lunges after Marisol, however, she swiftly exit’s the ring, pointing at her head, signifying that she is smarter than Griffin. She turns towards the crowd, pandering and playing to them, and doesn’t see Hawkins running into the ropes for momentum. As she turns back around, her eyes get huge, as Hawkins dives to the outside, landing right on top of her.

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?”

Havok, still standing amongst the fans, takes attention away from the match by asking a fan for a piece of gum. With a look on his face that shows he knows exactly what he’s doing, he accepts the piece of gum, and begins posing with the fans for pictures, signing autographs, and laughing it up with the people.

JOHNSON: ”Nathaniel Havok seems to be a mission to make sure he‘s the main focus of this match.”

Hawkins gets to his feet, and begins putting his own boots to the side of the head of Marisol. With his foe currently down, Hawkins looks under the ring, finding a kendo stick. As he brings it up from under the ring, the look on his face is one of excitement. The fans all begin to cheer, as he sizes up Hawkes, who is slowly getting to her feet. He swings for the fences, but, Hawkes ducks the stick, and slides back into the ring. The kendo stick strikes the announcers table, making a hard SMACK sound, as it connects. Now irritated, Hawkins turns around to see Hawkes flying into HIS face, as she leaps over the ropes, connecting with her opponent.

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!”

Marisol knows that she’s got the upper-hand, and grabs Hawkins up once again by the hair. She rolls him into the ring, and rolls back in herself, before covering her foe, and waiting for the count. However, on the outside, Nathaniel continues his meet and greet with the 4CW fans. Frustrated, Marisol gets to her feet, walks over to the corner, and yells at Nathaniel, who acts like he doesn’t hear her. Before she can look back to Griffin, Griffin begins to make his way to his feet. He charges at Marisol, who turns around at the exact correct time, leaving her enough of it to spin out of the way, causing Hawkins to hit the turnbuckles.

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!”

Griffin has had enough, and releases the pin, rolling to the outside of the ring. He grabs the kendo stick that Marisol used against his very own skull, and briskly walks up to Nathaniel, tapping him on the shoulder with the stick. Nathaniel turns around, putting his finger up, telling Griffin that he’ll be with him “in one minute”. Not satisfied, Griffin spins Nathaniel around, to give him a piece of his mind. Nathaniel is glad he did, too, as he sees Marisol once again, leaping out of the ring. Nathaniel moves out of the way, and Marisol crashes into Griffin, leaving both combatants sprawled out on the floor. Nathaniel, now acting concerned about the match, checks both competitors. After receiving the “okay” from both of them, Nathaniel decides it’s time to take a stroll, and makes his way to the commentators table.

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!”

Marisol and Griffin get to their feet at the same time, as their ariel assaults have taken a toll on both of them. Havok makes his way back over to the competition, and begins to actually referee the match. Griffin is able to back Marisol into the barricade, delivering a few more solid shots to the face. Hawkins gets a genius idea, and with Hawkes stunned, he looks under the ring, finds a steel chair, and ascends back up onto the ring apron. Griffin leaps off with the chair raised above his head, coming down and connecting with the skull of his foe, sending her down to the floor. The fans “oh and awe” at the sight of Hawkins dominating the contest, as he seems to be very fired up. All of the sudden, Hawkins turns the chair in the direction of the special referee, blasting Nathaniel Havok in the head, sending him down as well.

JOHNSON: ”Good get another referee out here, and let’s have ourselves a real contest!”

VASSA: ”NO! NATE! NO!”

The crowd loves the display of agitation shown by Griffin Hawkins, as both his foes, one being the referee, are down at his feet. Griffin sets the chair up on the floor, takes a seat in it, and starts pandering to the fans once again. The fans soak it in, as Marisol Hawkes begins to pull herself up, by using Griffin’s tights to do so. Griffin sees an opening, slides out of the way, and Hawkes head now rests on the steel chair, that Griffin had been sitting in. Hawkins makes his way back onto the apron, and leaps off, attempting to stomp on the head of Hawkes. Marisol is able to move out of the way, and Griffin’s leg crashes through the chair. With the chair now locked on Griffin’s leg, he limps around, messing with the chair, trying to break free. This gives Marisol enough time to regain her composure, and go back on the offensive. With every right hand she lands, Griffin limps back more. More right hands, more limping back, until Griffin is now backed up against the barricade. With Griffin against the barricade, and the chair still wrapped around his leg, Marisol props the chair in the right position, and begins kicking it like crazy. As Griffin screams out in pain, Marisol backs up, darts at her foe, and dropkicks the chair, almost breaking the leg of Griffin Hawkins.

VASSA: ”My goodness, she’s insane! That’s so hot!”

Marisol now notices that Nathaniel Havok is down from a chair shot to the head, and begins motioning for a new referee to make his way to the ring. A referee comes running down the ramp, as Hawkes rolls Griffin into the ring. As the referee slides into the ring, Hawkes pulls Griffin up by his hair, and hits him with Devine Intervention! She then goes for the cover…

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE HELL!?!? NATHANIEL HAVOK PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!”

Nathaniel did just that, punching the referee in the face, knocking him out cold.

VASSA: ”THIS IS HIS MATCH TO REFEREE, NOT THAT PUNKS!”

Marisol is livid, as this is the second time Nathaniel has cost her a count in some form or fashion. Marisol makes it to her feet, as Nathaniel gets onto the apron. As the two argue, Griffin begins to stir, crawling over to Marisol, and rolling her up into a schoolboy pin. Nathaniel sees this, and slowly takes his time, going through the ropes, and getting back into the ring. Nathaniel starts to go down to count the pin, but, Hawkes kicks out. Both combatants get to their feet at the same time, with Griffin turning his attention to Nathaniel. As he begins to say something, he’s caught with a flush kick to the gut. Marisol attempts Devine Intervention again, but, Hawkins reverses the move, setting her up for his “Welcome to Canada Mother Fucker” finishing maneuver. Before he can fully prepare for the finisher, Nathaniel Havok breaks it up, spinning Griffin around, and hitting him with the “Fucking Bow Down”. The fans pop, as they share an attachment more so to Havok, than Hawkins.

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!”

Marisol, confused and aggravated, starts yelling at Nathaniel, that she didn’t need his help. As the two argue, things look to be getting heated.

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!”

Without a clue of what to do, Marisol figures she’ll just continue her onslaught. She too, goes to the outside, and grabs a trash can from under the ring. When she steps back in, she goes right for the left leg, the same leg that the steel chair was once wrapped around. She places the left leg into the trash can, and goes to the top rope, leaping off and crashing into the can. The move hurts her, just as much as it hurts Griffin, as both combatants roll to the outside of the ring. One clutching her stomach, the other clutching his knee.

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?”

Nathaniel gets under the ring, and pulls out two folding chairs, launching them both into the ring. He then walks over to the competitors, both of which remain writhing in pain. First, he tosses Griffin into the ring, followed up by Hawkes. Before getting back into the ring himself, Havok grabs yet ANOTHER steel chair!

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!”

Both competitors are stirring, and have found a “safe haven” in the two steel chairs that Havok tossed into the ring. As they both grab a chair on their way back up, they have their backs turned to one another. Nathaniel slides into the ring, standing between both combatants, both of which can’t see him. Nathaniel swings for the fences, hitting Marisol in the back, sending her back down to the canvas. However, when it comes time to take out Griffin, Nathaniel hesitates. Griffin turns around, and sees that Hawkes is down. For some strange reason, Havok points to Marisol, and tells Griffin that she’s all his. Griffin smiles at Havok, and charges at her, but is stopped dead in his tracks, when Nathaniel jerks the chair out of Hawkins hands. Hawkins turns around once again, confused, and is met by Nathaniel’s very own chair, right to the skull!

JOHNSON: ”NO!”

VASSA: ”THAT KNOCKED HIM OUT COLD! GO, NATHANIEL!”

Nathaniel rolls Marisol on top of Hawkins, much to the shock of the crowd that starts booing him, and begins to count.

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!”

Havok helps Marisol up to her feet, as she has no clue it was him that hit her with the chair from behind. He checks on her, as she nods that she’s okay. Havok then lifts her hand in the air.

JOHNSON: ”DAMMIT! DAMN HIM! DAMN NATHANIEL HAVOK!”

VASSA: ”I LOVE IT! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!”

Havok continues to raise her hand, as she attempts to pull away. When Marisol goes to pull away, Havok swiftly kicks her in the gut, hitting her with the Reign of Terror!

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!”

“Unsettling Differences” begins to play, as Havok demands the Extreme Championship, as well as a microphone.

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!”

As the scene scrolls around backstage, we are seeing Shane Borderland getting ready for his main event tonight. He is hyped and motivated for this match it seems, that is until out of nowhere Lord Raab comes walking up behind him, nudging him a little as he walks by.

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 wads his fist up and grits his teeth.

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 interrupts.

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?”

Shane looks deeply into Raab’s eyes.

LORD RAAB: “Better yet, you finally getting tired of living in his shadow?”

Lord Raab laughs as he turns and walks away from Shane Borderland. All of a sudden Shane comes running up behind Lord Raab and hits him in the back of the head with his forearm. Raab goes down, but not for long as he stands up hits Shane right back with a forearm of his own. Security guards come from both directions, trying to separate the two men from each other. All of a sudden Raab breaks free and grabs a fire extinguisher and sprays the guards and Borderland, causing them to back and cover their eyes. Once the smoke clears and Borderland stops rubbing his eyes, Raab kicks Borderland in the stomach, doubling him over and then pulls out a bat and hits Shane in the back, causing him to kneel down on the concrete floor. Finally the security guards subdue Raab and they begin to check on Borderland.

LORD RAAB: “I will see you later on Shane.”

BORDERLAND: “Looking forward to it…”

Raab gets pulled away with a smile on his face as Shane just watches him. The scene begins to fade as emt’s try and check on Borderland but he refuses their help.

As the crowd waits patiently for the next scheduled match, the suddenly burst into boos as Perry Wallace walks out from the back with a duffle bag in hand. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and soaks in the boos from the vicious crowd who have grown to dislike him. Wallace cracks a smile before turning back to the entrance as Michael Salieri follows behind. The two exchange words for a moment before Wallace steps forward, leaving Salieri at the top of the ramp, and heads down the aisle towards the ring.

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.”

Once at ringside, Wallace climbs the steps and enters the ring underneath the top rope. he turns back to the entrance stage and locks eyes with Salieri for a moment before backing up until he is standing in the center of the ring. As he drops the duffle bag to the mat by his side, he pulls out a microphone and slowly raises it to his mouth. The fans quickly bombard him with another wave of boos that rattles the entire theater.

WALLACE: ”Well, I’m glad that I have your attention!”

The crowd gets even louder as Wallace begins to chuckle in the ring, looking over the crowd.

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.”

The boos remain steady as Wallace begins to shake his head back and forth in displeasure.

WALLACE: ”KNOCK IT OFF!!!”

The boos quickly turn into laughter as Wallace’s frustration grows bigger by the second.

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!”

A crackle is heard throughout the theater from the sound system. In return, the fans burst into louder boos but Wallace just laughs them off as he raises the mic back to his lips.

WALLACE: ”Can you hear me now? Of course you can! NOW LISTEN UP!!!”

Wallace’s voice echoes over the loudness of the crowd, over taking the sound waves.

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.”

The boos slowly begin to dwindle down as a few cheers are heard in the mix.

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!”

The crowd erupts into cheering as a look of shock overcomes Wallace’s face. He looks over the crowd as a smile slowly comes across his face.

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…”

The crowd then begins to chant…

“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!!!”

The crowd pops with cheers once more as Wallace nods.

VASSA: ”Winter Wasteland!”

JOHNSON: ”There you have it folks, the name of our upcoming super-card scheduled for January twenty-eighth.”

Wallace then turns his attention back to the duffle bag and looks down for a moment before raising his head and clearing his throat.

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.”

The crowd goes silent as the words roll off Wallace’s tongue. After a slight pause, Wallace speaks up.

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.”

Silence continues to fill the arena as Wallace pauses. He then reaches down to the duffle bag and unzips it before pulling out the 4CW Pride Championship and raising it in the air with his free hand.

WALLACE: ”Here she is…”

Wallace displays the championship for the fans briefly before throwing it over his shoulder.

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.”

The crowd then bursts into boos once again as Wallace shakes his head. He then stops and looks up suddenly…

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!”

The crowd erupts into cheering as a smile cracks on Wallace’s face.

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 walks around the ring for a moment before stopping in his tracks. He then raises the mic up to his mouth once more.

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?”

The cheers quickly turn to boos, the natural reaction Wallace receives. With a smirk on his face, Wallace shakes his head back and forth before chuckling to himself. he then walks towards the ropes.

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!”

Wallace then exits the ring with the championship and slowly makes his way up the ramp where Salieri waits, overlooking. Wallace then turns around and motions for a member of the ringside crew. He hands the championship over and watches as they run it over to the announcers booth. He then heads back up the ramp.

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.”

MAIN EVENT
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
FATAL FOURWAY

SHANE BORDERLAND VS. SATIVA NEVAEH VS.
LORD RAAB VS. LO’RENZO PORTER

The lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start flickering everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system.

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!!!

Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

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!”

The intro to “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea Ft. Charli XCX starts to play as the theater lights fade down to a green. Fog/smoke starts to pour out of the entrance way as Sativa walks out from the back. She glares at the crowd through half open eyes. A lot of the women are booing and the guys cheer. She stands and poses for about a minute before she heads towards the ring.

“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.”

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.

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!!!”

Raab and Losak stand at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring, ignoring the fans in attendance. Raab then slowly proceeds towards the ring. Still ignoring the fans, he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for the match to begin as Henry Losak stands at ringside.

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.”

“Beleive Me” by Ace Hood begins playing causing a stir of cheers as Flipp Porter steps out onto the stage dressed in tydie knee length trunks and custom made blue and grey dc wrestling kicks. He taps his chest a few times before smiling and making his way down the ramp before stepping inside the ring.

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!!!”

He jumps up and down getting the crowd hype before he crosses his chest and points up to the rafters. He runs up a turnbuckle before doing a back flip of off it hyping himself up for the action tonight. Taking his bandanna from around his hair and throwing it into the crowd.

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!”

The ref checks with each corner for the nod from each wrestler. After getting all four, Larry Collins throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell.

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!”

Sativa stands over Flipp looking down at him after the big move. Raab runs into the picture and blind sides her with a brutal running clothesline that knocks her down to her back. Raab then goes on a rage and kicks her in the side over and over, flipping her from her stomach to her back and then to her stomach. Rolling underneath the bottom rope with her back to the canvas, Raab grabs ahold of the top rope with both hands and begins to stomp her repeatedly, using it foe leverage. Raab then pushes her off of the apron with a kick to the side of the shoulder. As Sativa hits the hard floor below, Raab turns around and focuses his attention on Flipp who is still lying on his back, recovering from the high impact move moment earlier. Raab wraps his hands around Flipp’s throat and lifts him up from his back and to his feet. Raab then lunges his head forward and connects with a headbutt to Flipp’s forehead. Not letting go of Flipp’s throat, Raab lunges forward again and connects with another headbutt. Raab chokes Flipp for another brief moment before letting him go and taking a step back. Raab then steps forward and throws his arm up, hitting him with a powerful European uppercut that knocks him back a step before his legs get loose.

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!!!”

The ref takes notice to the submission hold Sativa has Borderland locked in on the outside of the ring. He quickly rushes to the ropes and leans over the middle, hanging to the outside for a closer look. Borderland continues to struggle to break free but hasn’t found any luck as the dragon sleeper has done a number on him. Sativa then stands to her feet with the move still locked into place. Still refusing to give up, Borderland tries to pry her arm away from his head but still, no luck. Sativa then grows even more frustrated and lifts Borderland up to his feet but still bent backwards with the dragon sleeper applied. Sativa then looks over at the crowd with a smirk on her face before she drops Borderland to the hard floor with a reverse DDT.

VASSA: ”Ouch! Shane is going to feel that for the next week or so.”

Sativa slowly climbs to her feet while the action inside of the ring continues. With Raab backed into the corner, Flipp connects with back to back punches before taking a step back and laying Raab out with a roundhouse kick. Flipp then runs to the corner and climbs to the top before turning back to the ring and focusing on Raab who is starting to push himself up. Waiting Patiently until Raab stands to both feet, Flipp leaps from the top rope and knocks Raab back down with a flying clothesline. Flipp rolls in a fluid motion up to his feet and continues to run towards the ropes. On the outside of the ring, Sativa has Borderland back to his feet but trapped in a headlock. As Flipp approaches the ropes, he leaps into the air and goes up and over the top. Flying through the air again, Flipp takes out both Sativa and Borderland with a flying crossbody. The three crash to the hard floor with Flipp on top not taking any direct impact from the floor below. Borderland rolls and crashes into the barricade as Flipp lays on his back just a foot or so away. Sativa quickly gets to her feet and backs away from the mess of bodies until her back hits the apron.

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.”

As Borderland steps over the barricade, he approaches Raab who is just not getting to one knee. As he gets closer, Raab pops up and wraps his arms around Borderland’s legs, lifting him into the air and taking him down to his back. The two then fight with each other on the floor, rolling around, trying to gain control over the other. They then manage to break away from each other and rush to get up. Borderland makes it up first and connects with a hard overhead right to Raab before he can get to both feet. Borderland then follows up with another before kicking forward and planting his foot into Raab’s chest, knocking him to his back. Borderland then leaps on top of him and wraps his hands around Raab’s throat, choking the life out of him.

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!!!”

Both on their feet, Raab and Borderland brawl outside of the ring in the crowd. Taking punches as they give them, the two knock each others heads senseless but continue to throw down without any other cares in the world. Focuses on each other and their hatred for one another, the two fight with every last ounce of energy in their bodies to take the one in front of them out completely. Borderland draws back for a big punch but gets surprised when Raab smacks the cup out of a fans hand and slings beer in Borderland’s face. Putting his punch on delay, Borderland wipes the beer away from his eyes only to get met with a punch to the face as he focuses back on Raab. Borderland stumbles back as Raab steps in beside him and drops him to the hard floor with a Russian leg sweep. Raab then snatches a crutch from a nearby fan with a broken leg and presses it down across Borderland’s throat with both hands, choking him with everything he has in the tank.

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!!!”

In the crowd, Raab rips a seat up from the floor and holds it above his head. Just as he goes to swing down, on Borderland who is on one knee, he pops up and tackles Raab to the floor. As the two go down to the floor, the chair falls on top of Borderland and bounces to the side, not even phasing him. The two throw hands all over the place at one another. Borderland reaches ahead and grabs the crutch lying not far away. Just as he gets his hand on it, Raab grabs his head but both hands and pulls it down while driving his head upward into Borderland’s, connecting with a brutal head butt. Borderland drops the crutch and rolls over to the side, to his back. Raab then crawls on top of him and begins to go crazy with lefts and rights, knocking Borderland’s head into the floor as each lands.

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!”

Flipp then rolls Sativa over to her back and covers her for the pin. before the ref can even drop down for the count, Raab notices and stands up from Borderland and takes off towards the ring.

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.”

“Believe Me” hits the sound system as Flipp stands to his feet. The ref grabs the championship from a member of the ringside crew before bringing it to Flipp and handing it over as well as raising his arm in the air for the victory.

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

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, Lo’RENZO PPOORRTTEERR!!!”

Flipp celebrates in the ring as he holds the championship above his head, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. In the crowd, Borderland looks on with a look of disgust on his face. With Raab lying on his back in the crowd, Borderland makes his way through the bodies and heads towards the back.

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!!!”

As his music continues to play over the sound system, Flipp lowers the championship from over his head and drapes over his shoulder. He then looks up the aisle as Borderland looks back. The two lock eyes for a moment as tension boils between them. As the two stare at one another, the scene slowly fades out as the 4CW credits display on the screen.