OCTOBER 26TH, 2014

The echo of a car honking brings the cameras backstage to the Parking Garage where Jason Cashe is sitting on the trunk of a car. Tidus Howe standing next to the car, leaning against the backseat door.

HOWE: “Don’t do this, why look for trouble NOW!? You have a match, a HUGE match to finish this monster night and it could be a monster night for you but this? This might be your mistake man…”
Sliding off the trunk of the car, Cashe shakes a pinky in his ear as he turns to Tidus and shakes his head to inform him.

CASHE: “I need something, I’m itchy man. Feeling REAL froggy right now and it’s either Fight or….Fuck! Now we’re friends..So..I’d hate for you to start looking attractive, feel what I’m saying?”
Slowly Tidus moves away from Cashe giving him an awkwardly concerned look in his eyes. Cashe turns back to the ramp at the opening of the garage, the only way for the workers and staff to get in and out of the building via vehicle. This was where EVERYONE he might want to see would come through.

HOWE: “Well…I think that would ruin the friendship between us.”
Snapping back to Tidus, Cashe is eyebrows raised in surprise. A short silence fills the area around them but is quickly interrupted by laughter.

CASHE: “Ha! Tonight is going to be a great night! I can feel it! Ohhh…My pre ritual Poop has come early! I’ve got to shit man, stay here and if you see the Usual suspects, stall them.”
HOWE: “Wait, what? No!”
CASHE: “Come on, I’ll hurry and I will even bring you something from the vending machine. Snickers? Baby Ruth? Chips? Something! Just keep watch for me.”
Shaking his head not wanting to sit out there alone. The parking garage was getting dark, it was filled with shadows which meant places to hide. Tidus was not a fighter, he liked cushion for his pushing and considered himself a lover of the ladies. A soft rocker if the best label is placed. Still he had a hard time getting Cashe to take no for an answer as Cashe stands there and begins doing a ‘Pee Dance’ but for him it’s a Poop Version.

HOWE: “Fine…hurry up…I want a bag of Cheetos.”
CASHE: “Good Show old man! I’ll hurry…”
Like an immature child, Cashe holds his butt crack with one hand, clinched as he runs funny towards the door to the building. Tidus always pleased to see the pressure of a match taken so naturally by Cashe. As Cashe enters the building, a movement in a nearby Shadow catches Tidus’ eye as the scene fades back to ringside.


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…
“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.

VASSA: ”Starting the night off with the lovely but deadly, Niobe Martin! I love to watch this woman in action.”
JOHNSON: ”Who are you kidding? You love to watch ANY woman in action.”
“Shitlist” by L7 begins to play as the theatre goes dark and shades of purple begin to pulsate. Tara comes from the back now, a slight smirk. She comes to the stage where it meets the ramp and throws her head back as she holds her arms up high almost like she’s doing a ‘Y’. Lilly Rose would soon follow out behind her, as she stops next to Tara. Streams of silver, white and purple pyro explode in ‘X’s behind them across the stage.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring our of El Paso, Texas, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, four inches tall. She is the “Dark Vixen”, Tara BBLLAACCKKHHAARRTT!!!”
Tara snaps her head down and starts down the ramp, as Lilly follows behind her. Tara rolls under the ropes and jumps to her feet, this time throwing an ‘X’ over her head via her arms. Lilly Rose walks to the outside of her corner and looks on as Tara awaits for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: ”Tara Blackhart will be making her 4CW debut tonight.”
VASSA: ”And a sexy debut at that!”
JOHNSON: ”Unbelievable.”
VASSA: ”WHAT?!?! I’m just admiring the chicks great looks. Get over yourself!”
The ref checks in with both corners before throwing his arm in the air and signaling for the bell.
At the sound, the two approach each other in the center of the ring and lock up. After going back and forth for a moment, Tara takes the lead and shoots in, lifting Niobe up from the mat and flipping her over to her back with a fireman’s carry takedown. Niobe quickly rolls over and pushes herself up as Tara steps back and waits. Niobe rushes her but Tara reacts quickly and side steps her, throwing Niobe to the ropes. Niobe hits the ropes and bounces back only to get knocked off her feet with a roudhouse kick that clotheslines her. Niobe’s back slams against the canvas as Tara turns around and goes on the attack. Tara stomps on her shoulder a few times before pulling her foot back and planting her boot into the side of Niobe’s head with a stiff kick.

JOHNSON: ”Tara just rung her bell with that kick!”
VASSA: ”Just don’t mess up her face, please…”
Tara lifts Niobe up from the mat and positions herself beside her. She then lifts Niobe in the air and slams her to the canvas with a quick side suplex. Tara quickly rolls over and pushes herself up. She then grabs Niobe and pulls her up and turns her around. Tara then wraps her arms around Niobe’s waist and lifts her up, flipping her backwards and planting her into the mat with a German suplex. Tara keeps her hands locked around Niobe and rolls over while rolling Niobe as well. Tara then stands up and pulls Niobe to her feet before lifting her up and planting her into the mat again with another German suplex. Tara releases her grip and rolls over. She plants her hands into the mat and pushes herself up. Tara then lifts Niobe up and connects with a hard right to the forehead. Niobe drops down to one knee and Tara draws back and connects with another hard right. Niobe’s head turns to the side after contact. Tara then runs to the ropes, leaving Niobe behind on one knee. Bouncing off the ropes with speed, Tara runs towards Niobe and knocks her to her back with a running knee lift to the face.

VASSA: ”Niobe is going to have some serious whiplash after getting her head rocked like that back to back.”
Tara wastes no time and grabs a handful of Niobe’s hair and pulls her up to her feet. She then connects with two right hand punches. As she pulls back for a third, Niobe counters and kicks her in the mid-section. Niobe then lunges forward and hits Tara in the face with a elbow. Niobe then moves in and wraps her arms around Tara’s head before flipping her over to her back with a snapmare. Niobe pushes herself away from Tara and climbs to her feet as she takes a step back. Tara turns over and gets back to her feet while Niobe looks on. Tara then charges Niobe and swings with a right hook. Niobe catches her hand in mid air and then fires back with another elbow that connects with Tara’s jaw. Niobe then grabs Tara’s arm and throws her to the ropes behind her. Tara hits them hard and comes back full speed only to get lifting into the air and spun around as Niobe plants her into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster. Niobe quickly takes control and covers Tara for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

JOHNSON: ”Tara kicks out!”
VASSA: ”Niobe is going for the quick win tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Sometimes that’s the best way to do it, get straight to the point.”
Tara gets a shoulder up breaking the pin as she kicks her leg for assurance. Niobe pushes herself up to her knees and then grabs Tara by the head and fires with a close handed punch that connects with her forehead. Niobe then fires with another punch and knocks her head into the mat. Niobe then pushes herself away and gets to her feet. She then grabs Tara by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Niobe lifts Tara in the air and drops her stomach across her knee as she connects with a gut buster. Tara bounces off and hits the mat as Niobe stands back up and looks to the corner. She quickly runs and ascends the turnbuckle. Niobe looks over the crowd for a moment with her back turned to the ring. Niobe then jumps from the top and hits Tara with a corkscrew moonsault in the center of the ring. Niobe wastes no time and covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
Tara gets a shoulder up and breaks the pin. Growing frustrated, Niobe slaps Tara in the face and then pushes herself up while driving her palm into Tara’s cheek. Niobe then grabs her by the head and lifts her up. Niobe hits her with a club to the side of the shoulder and then she takes off and runs to the ropes. Niobe hits them with speed and comes back at Tara and swings with a running clothesline. Tara side steps at the last second and takes Niobe down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Niobe falls forward and her face slams into the mat with a thud. Tara then stomps on her back a few times and then grabs her by the head and pulls her to her feet. Tara then lifts Niobe into the air and drops her with a vertical suplex that shakes the entire ring. Tara bursts up with energy and walks over Niobe, looking down at her as the adrenaline flows through her body. She then turns her back to Niobe and does a backflip, coming down on her with a standing moonsault. After the impact, Tara hooks a leg for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

JOHNSON: ”I thought Tara was going to pull the upset win right there.”
Tara quickly gets up and pulls Niobe up to her feet. Tara punches her in the head but Niobe fires right back with an open hand slap across the chops. Niobe then slaps her again and kicks her in the stomach. As Tara bends over from the kick, Niobe steps forward with the other foot and kicks Tara in the mouth, flipping her head back and knocking her to the canvas. Niobe rushes to Tara and stomps on her a few tiems before pulling her up to her feet. Niobe then throws Tara to the ropes with force. As Tara bounces off, she leaps in the air and turns her body before wrapping her legs around Niobe’s waist. Niobe then lifts her up in the air but loses her grip as Tara spins around and wraps her arm around Niobe’s head in mid air. Tara then swings backwards and brings Niobe along for the ride, planting her head into the canvas with a wheel barrow DDT.

JOHNSON: ”That was the VixenDT by Tara Blackhart right there!”
Tara pops up to her feet and quickly runs to the corner. She ascends the turnbuckle and climbs to the top . With her back to the ring, Tara overlooks the crowd as the electricity flows through them. She then bounces off the top ropes and leaps into the air with a spinning back flip. As she comes down, Tara connects with a Phoenix Splash and follows up with hooking Niobe’s leg.

JOHNSON: ”And that was the Darkness Falls!”
VASSA: ”Things aren’t looking good for Niobe.”
The ref quickly drops down for the count as Tara has the leg hooked.

VASSA: ”Tara Blackhart has won it! She’s beaten Niobe in her debut!”
JOHNSON: ”Talk about debuts. This is a huge debut for Tara as this is one of 4CW’s biggest shows. Heck, The Jubilee Theater is our biggest stage.”
The ref quickly pops up and signals for the bell as Tara slowly pushes herself away from Niobe.

POWERS: ”Your winner by pin fall, TARA BBLLAACCKKHHEEAARRTT!!!”
“Shitlist” hits the sound system as the ref raises Tara’s hand in the air for the victory.

JOHNSON: ”This was an impressive win for Tara here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Yes it was, Steve.”
JOHNSON : ”That’s one in the books, folks. We’re going to go backstage for a moment while we clear the ring for our next match.”

The cameras shoot back to the corridor where we see Khris Young arriving. He has his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and is wearing his trademark suit. He continues down the hallway and walks right by a locker room where Griffin Hawkins is exiting. Griffin sees who it is and does a double take.

HAWKINS: “Khris Young…”
Young pauses and turns around with a confused look on his face. Griffin walks up to him, in his ring gear, about to head out to the ring for his match.

HAWKINS: “You remember me?”
Young continues to stand there, trying to remember.

HAWKINS: “Power…”
Before he can finish, Khris cuts in.

YOUNG: ”House Wrestling. Yes, yes, I do remember you. Griffin Hawkins, eh? You have a unique style, hard to forget. How’s 4CW treating you?”
HAWKINS: “It’s a feeling out process, but nothing to complain about…YET.”
Some humor is shared between the two.

YOUNG: ”I hear ya. I’m hoping I can get over the hump tonight.”
HAWKINS: “Ahh yes, Flipp. You two have been tearing it up, or so I hear. What’s next for you, after tonight?”
YOUNG: ”I’m not too sure. I know I want a piece of gold, but I’m unsure of which piece I want to take. Aren’t you in the same boat? I’ve heard some rumors about you wanting the Extreme Title.”
A quick chuckle from the rock star.

HAWKINS: “That’s not a rumor. That’s a fact. I am eyeing the Extreme Title, but I want to work my way up and earn it. That journey begins tonight with Damien.”
YOUNG: ”I’ll be sure to place my bets on you tonight. Well, I better let you get to the ring. Good luck in the Extreme Title hunt and good luck tonight. Maybe we’ll cross paths someday.”
Khris extends his hand.

HAWKINS: “Yeah, maybe. Good luck to you, too.”
The two shake hands as Griffin sweeps by him and heads towards the theater entrance.

We cut to the backstage area where Kerin Monroe stands. She has a sly grin on her face and she is already dressed in her bright red attire that matches her eccentric hair. She places a hand on her hip, looking straight into the camera.

MONROE: ”4CW it is your lucky night! Because tonight isn’t just an amazing show you get to see Manchester’s Finest in action for the first time.”
Kerin pauses and lets it sink in for a second.

MONROE: ”And I can tell you right now that I will stay true to every single word that I’ve said in the past couple of weeks. When I get into that ring I am not just going to beat Sativa Neveah, I am going to absolutely brutalize her. I am going to make that little girl wish she had never opened her mouth and spoke the name Kerin Monroe. I know that a lot of you think that I’m crying wolf and that’s okay, most people believe what they want to, but trust me after you see what I am capable of you won’t be able to make excuses anymore. Instead you’re just going to have to give in to what I already know to be true.”
Kerin paused again, this time letting her grin turn to a more twisted smirk.

MONROE:”I am going to run this place. Fright Night is only the beginning for me and there is so much more to come. I’ve only skimmed the surface in the states and I plan to dive head first now that I’ve found a place worthy of my presence. After tonight, after I win you won’t be able to forget the name Kerin Monroe. And those that hear it in tandem with their own name will shake in their boots. Take notes people, it’s going to be a good one.
Kerin winks towards the camera before walking off, the camera stays still but watches as she walks away before it fades.


JOHNSON: ”Up next we have our second of four debuts tonight, at Fright Night!”
VASSA: ”Is it time for Johnny Rebel? I’m stoked to see that guy in a 4CW ring!”
JOHNSON: ”Not quite…and he’ll have his hands full with the imposing John Blade just a little bit later on! Up next is the debut of The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins!”
VASSA: ”Damien Knight has got this. Two weeks ago he beat Mannie Romero; this week its Griffin Hawkins!”
VASSA: ”Well let’s go to Mike Powers for the official introductions so we can get this match underway!”
The crew stares at the camera momentarily before the feed cuts to the DJ booth where Mike Powers is standing idly by.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one. Introducing first… weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds… from Windsor, Ontario, Canada… The Rock Soldier… GRIFFIN HAWKINS!”
The lights go out, the crowd is wondering whats going on. Suddenly on the big screen, a young man with long blonde hair is seen walking across a desolate land. The opening lyrics begin going smoothly till a LOUD scream is heard. The Pyryo’s go off as that same young man is on the ramp accompanied by Brooke McQueen. It appears to be Griffin Hawkins!
He walks down the ramp as “Monkey Business” by Skid Row hits. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp way. He walks up the ring stairs and holds the ropes for his manager to step through.
He gets on the ropes and throws the devil horns in the air, pumping the crowd. Soon he gets off the ropes, taking off his leather jacket and goes to the outside of the ring. He puts his Silver Aviator glasses on a lucky young fan, patting him on the head as he smiles up at him. He gets back in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

VASSA: ”Are you kidding me with this guy? Where did we find him… A White Snake music video?”
JOHNSON: ”Vinny you know better than to judge a book by its cover. Don’t let his exterior fool you. If Mr. Wallace and Mr. Morrison brought this guy in, I’m sure he can handle himself inside the squared circle.”
VASSA: ”For his sake I hope so… “
POWERS: ”And his opponent… from Cincinnati, Ohio… weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… The Jackal… DAMIEN KNIGHT!”
The lights dim as “Masked Jackal” by Coroner begins to play over the PA System and strobe lights start flashing to the beat of the guitar riff, after a few minutes the riff picks up in speed as do the flashes and once the vocals hit Damien emerges from the backstage area with his arms outstretched, he makes his way down to the ring and hops up on the apron before removing his hood revealing a sadistic grin as he stares down the audience before entering the ring ready for his match.

JOHNSON: ”What do you think is going through Griffin Hawkins’ mind right now?”
VASSA: ”I don’t know… Why did I sign up for this?”
JOHNSON: ”Oh enough. Griffin Hawkins has won numerous championships in his decorated past. He doesn’t care who his opponent is…but there has to be some pressure, debuting at a supershow event…”
The official moves between the two competitors, patting them down for any foreign objects before moving to the center of the ring and calling for the opening bell.
Griffin Hawkins and Damien Knight tentatively inch towards each other before locking up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Both guys are similar in stature and neither is able to force the other back. Hawkins transitions into a side headlock and Knight forces him back against the ropes. Knight shoves Hawkins across the ring and straightens up in time to be taken down with a shoulder block. Hawkins looks down at Knight and bounces himself off of the ropes, hopping over his opponent and moving to the opposite ropes. Hawkins rebounds as Damien Knight jumps up to his feet. Knight leapfrogs Hawkins and quickly turns around into a Capoeira Kick that knocks him backwards and through the ring ropes onto the apron.

JOHNSON: ”WOW! That Capoeira style spinning back kick has Damien Knight seeing stars on the ring apron… “
VASSA: ”Hawkins is on the move, he’s not going to let Damien Knight back into this match”
Hawkins oddly runs towards the nearby corner, leaping up onto the middle turnbuckle before bouncing back and hitting Damien Knight with a missile dropkick! Knight drops down, hitting his back on the ring apron before rolling down to the arena floor. Hawkins quickly backs up to the ring ropes adjacent to where Damien Knight is down to his knees on the floor. Hawkins charges across the ring and dives through the ropes, hitting Damien Knight with a suicide dive as he pushed up to his feet. The impact forces the security barriers to push back the audience and Hawkins pops up to his feet, getting a round of applause from the 4CW faithful! He grabs Damien Knight by his trunks and his hair and rolls him back into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Damien Knight expected Griffin Hawkins to come at him with this much speed this early in the bout.”
VASSA: ”There’s no time to regroup. He needs to weather the storm and hope that Hawkins tires out…”
Hawkins climbs up onto the apron and watches as Damien rises to his feet. Damien lunges towards Hawkins, catching him completely off guard with a thumb to the eye. Hawkins covers up and squints as Knight grabs him by the back of the head and guides him into the corner, smashing his face into the metal turnbuckle that sits behind the padding. Hawkins drops down to one knee. Knight reaches over the top rope and gets a hold of Hawkins’ waist before lifting him up and suplexing him back into the ring! Knight floats over after hitting the suplex and tries to steal a win with a quick cover.
Hawkins bucks his hips and kicks out. Hawkins sits upright and Knight quickly locks in a reverse chin lock.

JOHNSON: ”Knight is going to try to ground Hawkins here. He was hurt early by his speed and for sure won’t allow that to happen again.”
VASSA: ”That’s it…wear him down until he can’t bounce around the ring.”
Hawkins pushes up to his feet and the reverse chin lock is turned into a side headlock. Hawkins gets a hand on Knight’s back and tries to push him off. Knight grabs a hold of Hawkins wrist and counters it into an irish whip. Hawkins rebounds off of the ring ropes and Knight scoops him up with a double leg before driving him down to the canvass with a spinebuster. Hawkins rolls along the canvass and nears the ring ropes. Knight drops down with a knee to the side of Hawkins’ head. Knight pops back up and then reaches down, dragging Hawkins to the ropes by his head. He places his throat down on the middle rope and then quickly squeezes his knee down across his back, forcing his weight on his opponent. Hawkins quickly struggle for air and the ref steps in, using his five count to force the break.
Knight steps off and holds his hands up. The ref drops down to his knees to check on Griffin Hawkins as Knight throws himself against the ropes. He rebounds and charges towards Griffin, jumping up and coming down with his rear end on Griffin’s upper back before sliding through the ropes and down to the ringside area.

JOHNSON: ”All of his weight just came crashing down on Griffin Hawkins’ back!”
VASSA: ”And Hawkins snapped off of the middle rope like it was a slingshot. Damien Knight is methodically picking him apart!”
Knight reaches into the ring and pulls Hawkins out from underneath the bottom rope. He quickly turns him around and lifts him up for an atomic drop as the ref lectures him to bring the match back into the ring. Knight walks him over and drops him down onto the security railing! Knight backs up and charges and leaps up, hitting a clothesline to Hawkins as he straddle the steel barrier. Hawkins drops down to the ringside area and is once again lifted to his feet. Knight wraps him up around his midsection and drives the small of his back into the ring apron. Knight rolls into the ring and orders the referee to start counting his opponent out.
Hawkins begins to pull himself up, using the ring skirt for leverage. Knight shoves the ref aside and climbs out onto the apron. He stomps down onto Hawkins hand, breaking his grip of the ring skirt. Hawkins stumbles back as Knight hops down to the venue’s floor. Knight lifts reaches down and pulls apart the mats that surround the ringside area, freeing up an area that strictly concrete. Knight lifts Hawkins up and grabs him with a rear waist lock before tossing him overhead with a german suplex. Hawkins miraculously landed on his feet. He put his hand down to the ground to sure up his balance before charging at Knight. He spins Knight around and scoops him up before dropping him with a Michinoku Driver II on the exposed concrete!

VASSA: ”How is that fair? This isn’t a no disqualification match. Hawkins had no right to drop Damien Knight on the concrete like that…”
JOHNSON: ”Damien Knight is the one who ripped up the pads and exposed that concrete floor!”
Hawkins moves to the opposite side of the ring and watches as Damien Knight climbs to his feet. Hawkins charges and slides with a baseball slide. Knight moves out of the way and Hawkins lands on his feet. Knight throws a lariat but Hawkins ducks underneath it. Hawkins then hops up onto the security railing and flips backwards, hitting Damien Knight with a moonsault! Hawkins pops up to his feet and soaks in the thunderous round of applause that the fans are showering him with. He turns back to Knight, lifts him up and rolls him into the ring. Hawkins climbs up onto the apron, grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the top rope and hits a senton splash on Damien Knight. Hawkins crawls back over to Knight and tries for the cover.
Knight manages to get his foot on the bottom rope before the ref counts to three.

JOHNSON: ”A great debut so far from Griffin Hawkins…”
VASSA: ”Has it been? Sure he hops around the ring but no matter how many times he pounces on Damien Knight, he can’t keep him down!”
Hawkins rises up to a kneeling position and looks around the ring. He runs his hand through his hand and then pushes to his feet. Hawkins moves to the corner and steps out of the ring before climbing to the top rope. Knight gets to his feet and sees Hawkins out of the corner of his eye. Knight stumbles forward, hitting the ropes and knocking Hawkins off of his balance. Hawkins drops down, straddling the top turnbuckle as Damien Knight pushes towards the corner. Knight climbs up to the second rope and lifts Hawkins onto his shoulders with a firemans carry. Knight leaps off of the second rope while tossing Hawkins over his head and down across and extended knee with a gutbuster! Knight takes a moment to collect himself before rolling Hawkins over and trying for the pinfall.
Griffin Hawkins kicks out, much to the delight of the live audience.

JOHNSON: ”That gutbuster may have kept a lesser man down and Damien Knight knows it. He’s looking at Griffin Hawkins in complete disbelief!”
VASSA: ”Yeah but that had to take a lot out of him. Knight is on the verge of putting this debut match for Hawkins to rest…”
Hawkins crawls towards the ropes and begins pulling himself up to his feet. Knight steps up behind him and clubs him in the back with an axe hand smash. Hawkins drops down to one knee and Knight grabs him by his head, pulling him from the ropes. Knight reaches down looking for his patent powerbomb into the turnbuckle. Knight lifts him up and Hawkins counters with a victory roll. Knight kicks out before the ref is able to slide into position to make the count. Both men hop to their feet and Knight nearly decapitates Griffin Hawkins with a superkick! Knight rolls Hawkins up onto his shoulders, hooking his leg in the process.
Hawkins kicks out but Knight climbs to his feet and raises his arms in victory.

VASSA: ”Told ya! It’s over! Damien Knight has won!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think so…The ref is trying to get Damien Knight’s attention and there hasn’t been a bell or an official announcement.”
Hawkins staggers to his feet and grabs Damien Knight with one hand on his shoulder. He spins Knight around and then flattens him with a buzzsaw head kick! Hawkins drops down to his knees and watches as Damien Knight fights up to his. Hawkins explodes to his feet and charges at Damien Knight, hitting a shining wizard! The crowd begins to anticipate that the end is near and rise to their feet, shouting Hawkins’ name.
Hawkins and Knight stand up simultaneously. Hawkins moves towards Knight and drives a knee into his midsection. Hawkins grabs Knight with a double underhook, lifts him up and drops him down across his knee with a back breaker that he calls Welcome to Canada Motherfucker! HawkINSs drops down on top of Damien Knight and hooks a leg.
Knight shoves Hawkins off just in the nick of time and instantly rolls himself under the nearby ropes.

JOHNSON: ”That was about as close as it gets folks. Griffin Hawkins is going to have to dig deep and pull out whatever tricks he has left in his book.”
VASSA: ”Does he have anything left? He’s flew through the air. He’s hit him with stiff kicks. Yet Damien Knight continues to kick out of everything thrown his way!”
Hawkins allows for Damien Knight to stand up on the ring apron. He moves towards Damien Knight and blocks a haymaker right hand that was thrown his way. He grabs Damien by the head and hits him with a stiff forearm shot before suplexing him over the ropes and into the ring. While in the air, Damien throws a knee that lands on the top of the head and forces Hawkins to release the suplex. Damien lands on his feet, spins Hawkins around and tries for a knee lift. Hawkins side steps the knee lift and moves behind Damien Knight. He leaps up and pulls back while driving his knees into Damien’s back with a backstabber! Hawkins looks at Damien for a moment before jumping to his feet and running towards the nearest corner. Hawkins makes his way to the top rope and then leaps off with his Holy Diver swanton bomb! The impact forces Hawkins off of his opponent momentarily before climbing back on him and hooking a leg for the cover.

JOHNSON: ”That’s all she wrote for the highly anticipated debut of Griffin Hawkins!”
VASSA: ”Another fresh face in 4CW that looks to have the potential to make a run here…”
JOHNSON: ”And that only speaks volumes to the growth this company has seen in less than one year’s time!”
“Monkey Business” by Skid Row echo’s throughout the venues sound system as the fans jump to their feet, applauding Griffin Hawkins in his debut. The official grabs Hawkins by the wrist and hoists his arm above their heads as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, via pinfall, the Rock Soldier, GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!”

Heading backstage we start with a view of two large heels as the camera slowly pans up across the very tan and shaved legs of a woman covered by socks up to her thighs. She is wearing a very short skirt as we pan to even more skin before coming to a white little top that hangs onto a set of DD’s. As we reach her head it is that of Daysi Doll with her hair in pigtails wearing some fake glasses completing her current school girl outfit for the occasion as she pops some bubble gum in her mouth. Walking through the halls as her heels hit the tile she turns the corner to see an oncoming Shane Borderland, pepping up she seems to see someone she was looking for as she attempts to move in front of him.

DDOLL: ”Shane one second…”
Borderland looks her over for a minute before letting out a sigh before trudging past her clearly not feeling like dealing with her right now before his big title match. Placing her hand on her hip she watches him go, rolling her eyes before walking along finding herself in front of a locker room door as she pushes it open. As she enters she fixes her top undoing one of the buttons to let her top be even more open as she even pulls up her skirt even more so before walking in.
As the camera pans we get a glimpse of just how far she pulled up her skirt as she walks into Jason Sanity’s locker room which we know because we see his back turned to her and his Pride title sitting next to him. Rubbing her finger across his back and down his arm she walks in front of him. Sporting a smile as he looks up at her as she places her hand on her hip while talking to him.

DOLL: ”I know I am probably the last person you want to see before your title match…Though do you like my outfit?”
Doll seems more than happy to show it off doing a little spin in front of him causing the skirt to fly up with it. Though that seems more than planned as she turns back to him. Sanity arches his brow, but doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye her appraisingly.

SANITY: “Does Jett know you’re wearing his outfit?”
DOLL: ”Funny. Anyways…I am just coming by because I know that you and I haven’t really gotten off on the right foot. But Shane has been nothing but rude to me so far and I know that deep down he’s the one you have an issue with. So all I am coming here to say is just as a last ditch effort from a mom for her son…”
Doll reaches forward grabbing his hands and clasping them together with hers while bending down in front of him. A wicked grin breaks out on Sanity’s face. Again, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s staring straight at her cleavage.

DOLL: ”Please take it easy on Jett out there, I know you may not like him but don’t do anything over kill and Shane is crazy don’t let him hurt Jett either. This is for your belt and I know that it means a lot to you, but just keep it fair. I think we can become friends Jason, and just know that I know you may not like it but I do have a certain kind of pull around here and…if you were to do me a favor I would most certainly return the favor.”
Daysi now holds his hand closer to her chest looking at him with her best puppy dog eyes while trying to help her son. Sanity looks as though he’s about to respond, but then shuts his mouth. A thoughtful expression comes across his face at that moment. His face breaks out in a smile, and he nods his head.

SANITY: “You do seem to have some, shall we say, pull with Wallace. So maybe you’re not completely useless after all.”
Daysi struggles to keep her smile on her face, the last comment obviously straining her resolve. But to her credit, she continues smiling at Sanity as though he’s her favorite person in the world.

SANITY: “Tell you what. I won’t completely dismiss what you’ve said to me. That’s the closest thing to a promise you’re going to get from me. Oh, and …”
He smacks her hard on the ass as he walks past her, causing her to jump and a yelp of surprise to escape her lips.

SANITY: “In case I decide to ignore what you’ve said, consider that my non refundable deposit I’m taking ahead of time.”
He glances back at her as he makes his way out of camera shot. Daysi keeps herself steady while turning to watch him go. Clearly nervous about her son’s match the way she is acting. Still though her eyes follow Sanity as he exits, her eyes seeming hopeful as the show goes on.


JOHNSON:”What an event we’ve had thus far, Vinny. We saw the debut of Tara Blackhart and Griffin Hawkins. Up next, we get a chance to look at Kerin Monroe. “
VASSA:”And look we shall. Stiff opponent though.”
JOHNSON:”Absolutely. I’d say Sativa Nevaeh deserves a title shot at some point. Undefeated and more recently got a win over the current Pride Champion, Jason Sanity.”
VASSA:”That win was a little foggy and she received a little help. But I see where you’re going.”
JOHNSON:”A win over Kerin would certainly put her next in line, one would think. On the opposite end, what a huge win it would be for Monroe if she could knock off the Ganja Goddess.”
“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.

VASSA:”She is certainly nice to look out.”
JOHNSON:”And it looks like she packs a punch.”
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:” These two women are ready to go and we are too!”
The two start walking to the center of the ring before Kerin makes the first move, and thrusts herself towards Sativa, but she quickly ducks it and pushes Monroe away. Monroe bobs her head up and down, with a smirk. She darts at her again and once again Nevaeh ducks it, but Monroe wraps her arms around the waist of Nevaeh and puts her down on the ground, stomach first. Monroe spins around to her head and puts on a front head lock. Monroe twists at the neck as Nevaeh fights through it and gets to her feet. Sativa throws a few stiff right hands at the gut of Monroe and Monroe breaks the hold, but immediately grabs Nevaeh by the hair and slamming her to the mat face first.

JOHNSON:”Monroe showing off some of her strength and the aggressor early on.”
Monroe bends over and begins talking to trash to a fallen Sativa, but Nevaeh takes advantage and cradles her up.
Kerin quickly shoots out of the cradle pin. Both jump to their feet, but Monroe knocks her back down the mat with a shoulder block. Monroe scrapes her off the mat and sends her to the corner with a hard irish whip. She aggressively pulls her out to the center of the ring and connects with a forward russian leg sweep. The ref drops to the mat to make a pin, but Monroe shakes her head and picks Sativa back up off the mat. She sends her to the corner again and rushes after her, but Sativa gets a boot up and knocks her backwards.

VASSA:” She may have chipped a tooth!”
Monroe wipes it away and runs at her again, but this Nevaeh wraps her legs around the head of Monroe. Nevaeh pushes herself off the top turnbuckle and pulls Monroe over the top rope by her legs. Monroe crashes to the outside and Sativa hangs onto the ropes and lands on the apron. Monroe is slow to get up as Nevaeh positions herself with her back to Monroe. Sativa bounces off the second rope and hits Monroe with that twisting senton. Both women go crashing to the ground, but Sativa is quick to get up. She throws Kerin back into the ring and makes another cover.

JOHNSON:”Monroe kicks out after that corkscrew senton and she loves to use that move.”
VASSA:”Nevaeh loves to take risks and that time, it paid off.”
Nevaeh picks Monroe up off the mat and sends her flying to the corner. She follows it up with a corner drop kick and quickly gets back up and hits a northern lights suplex on a dazed Kerin Monroe. She bridges into the pin.
Kerin Monroe bursts out of the pin as Nevaeh sits up with a smile on her face. She gets up and grabs the right leg of Monroe and slams it against the mat. Monroe rolls around in agony as Sativa stalks her down and lifts it up, and slams it down again. Monroe tries to climb under the bottom rope, but Sativa grabs her right leg and lifts it up high and slams her knees to the mat once again. She grabs her leg again, but Monroe gets to an upright position, hopping on one leg. Sativa sweeps her left leg and Monroe is back on the canvas. Sativa grabs the right leg, spins around, looking for the figure four, but Kerin pushes her away, and pulls herself under the bottom rope and to the outside. Kerin stands on one leg on the outside with her back turned to Sativa. Nevaeh takes advantage and hits Monroe in the back with a baseball slide. Monroe hits the ground hard as Sativa goes after her.

JOHNSON:”Gotta keep your eye on the Ganja Goddess at all times.”
She taunts the crowd before throwing Monroe under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Sativa hops up onto the apron and is met with a forearm from Monroe. She hooks Sativa up, looking to suplex her back into the ring, but Nevaeh grabs the back of her neck and hangs it over the top rope. Monroe bounces backwards as Sativa ascends to the top rope. Monroe staggers around and Sativa looks for the missile dropkick, but Monroe dodges it and Sativa crashes to the mat. Monroe collapses back down and both women are down.

JOHNSON:”You talked about it Vinny. She likes to go high risk.”
VASSA:”Absolutely. So far, she’s one and one. Didn’t pay off that time.”
JOHNSON:”Monroe has to take advantage of the mistake.”
Monroe is back to her to feet, limping on that right leg. She’s stalking Sativa as she gets up. Monroe spins her around and drops her with a snap DDT. She hooks the leg.
Nevaeh gets the shoulder up. Monroe picks her up and connects with a few forearms causing her to back into the ropes. Monroe goes to swing her to the ropes, but Nevaeh reverses it. Sativa bends down looking for a back drop, but Monroe catches it and hits her with a swinging neckbreaker. Monroe sits up and begins to clap to herself with a smirk on her face. She climbs to her feet, and taunts the crowd a bit which gets her a storm of boos. Nevaeh is pulling herself up in the corner as Monroe takes off from the opposite corner. Sativa puts another boot to her face and takes off after her. Monroe ducks the clothesline, hooks her arms and hits a crucifix driver.

JOHNSON:”The arms are pinned and the shoulders are down!”

VASSA:”No! She’s out!”
Nevaeh shoots out just before the three count. Monroe begins pounding the mat, thinking she had it won. Monroe shoots upright and says she’s going to finish it. Sativa gets up and is hit with a kick from Kerin, but she quickly retreats, holding her right leg. Sativa takes advantage and hits her with a chop block, causing her to hit the mat. Sativa drags her out to the center of the ring, grabs her right leg, and locks in a figure four leg lock.

JOHNSON:”She tried that move earlier and now she has it! In the middle of the ring!”
VASSA:”And that leg is hurt, Steve.”
Sativa bridges backwards, putting more pressure on the legs of Monroe. She screams out in agony as she edges closer and closer to the ropes. The ref continues to ask if she quits, but she doesn’t give in. Monroe finally reaches the ropes, but Satvia scoots right back to the center of the ring. Monroe begins rolling back and forth and she eventually turns the hold over and all the pressure is now on Nevaeh who is reaching for the ropes. Sativa pulls herself closer and grabs a hold. The hold is broken. Monroe drags her self to the corner and checks on her knee as Sativa pulls herself up on the ropes. Nevaeh runs at her and looks to kick her in the face, but Monroe rolls out of the way. Monroe hops to her feet and ducks an incoming clothesline. Sativa hits the ropes, bounces back, and hits a scissor DDT.

JOHNSON:”She calls that braindead. That could be it!”

VASSA:”Monroe got the shoulder up!”
Sativa sits up, shaking her head. She picks Monroe up, climbs onto her back, and looks for the Blitzed finisher, but Monroe walks backwards and drops to the mat and Sativa cracks her face on the top turnbuckle. Monroe rolls out of the way, and makes her back to her feet. Sativa turns around and is hit with a vicious left kick from Monroe. Monroe bites down and begins kicking viciously at the body and legs of Nevaeh and she drops to her knees. Monroe screams as she turns to hit the ropes, but Nevaeh pulls her to the mat by the hair.

JOHNSON:”Some vicious shots from Kerin Monroe, even on that hurt leg.”
Monroe gets to her knees as Sativa makes her way up on the ropes. Sativa runs after her, but Monroe ducks the initial attack. Nevaeh bounces off the other side and hops over Monroe who hits the deck. Sativa bounces off the opposite side and this time she is dropped to the mat with a drop toe hold from Kerin Monroe. Monroe quickly hits the ropes as Nevaeh makes it to her knees. Monroe uses her left leg and blasts Sativa Nevaeh with a YAKUZA KICK.

Monroe hooks both legs of Nevaeh.

JOHNSON:” Karin Monroe has done it! Wow! What a kick from the newcomer. “
VASSA:”That came from out of nowhere, Steve. I’m impressed.”
POWERS:”Here is your winner, Kerin Monroe!!”
JOHNSON:”Everyone should be. She just gave the Ganja Goddess her first loss. Wow.”
The ref goes to raise the hand of Monroe, but she’ll have nothing of it as he just looks over the fallen Nevaeh with a smirk. She hobbles over to the base of the ring and gingerly exits. She walks up the ramp to a chorus of boos as Sativa slowly gets up in the ring.

JOHNSON:”What an exciting match and a huge win for Kerin Monroe. Let’s take a quick break from the action.”

The scene opens backstage as “The Jiggy One” Jair Hopkins has just arrived in-front The Main Attraction’s dressing room, where is supposedly scheduled to escort Mannie’s Girlfriend “The Loud Mouthed Vixen” Jacinta Perez to her Birthday Bash. Jair checks out his reflection a bit before going to unlock the door, where he then sees a Breathe-Taking image of Jacinta as she is “Stuntin” inside of her 2014 Coach collection.
JACINTA: ”How do I look?”
HOPKINS: ”You look good Girl!”
JACINTA: ”I know because my shit stays on Fleek… Yasss Gawd!”
HOPKINS: ”I swear you two were made for each other…”
JACINTA: ”Well I hope so too… Would you mind doing the Honors Jair?”
HOPKINS: ”Of course I got you Girl… I think that will do it, so are you ready?”
JACINTA: ”Yeah Jair… I think I am!”
The scene fades as Jair begins to escort her down the corridor towards the Birthday Bash.

You hear ‘Don’t underestimate Divinity’ before the theme music blares over the loudspeakers and Marisol walks out in a causal get up. She smirks as she glares around the arena at the fans. The fans honestly didn’t know what to think as she proceeded to enter the ring. Marisol looks around at the fans and took the microphone. She took a deep breath before speaking to the crowd.

HAWKES: “I have some things that I need to get off my chest folks. It has been a while since I have been inside a wrestling ring. To be honest with you folks I am a bit nervous. So if you can bear with me please, the lyrical and controversial side of me is about to come out.”
Marisol took a deep breath and then looked out at the crowd. The crowd grew quiet in anticipation of what Marisol was going to say. Marisol just smirked as she put the microphone up to her mouth and started to speak.

HAWKES: ”I normally don’t do this
Yet I just cannot bare
To sit and watch all of you fans
Just be quiet and stare
This spoken poem
Comes from my heart and soul
Most people think they know me
Yet this woman you can’t control”

Some of the fans start to stand up and listen with intent as Marisol looks around. She fixes her shirt with a nervous expression on her face before she continues with what she has to say.

HAWKES: ”I have said before
That I rule it all in the wrestling world
Yet I see these champions in this company
And I feel so small and absurd
So take a deep breath
Because I am about to cause controversy
All the champions listen up
In the end you won’t be able to see me
See me through the words and these rhymes
And this isn’t a joke
It doesn’t matter if you are from my past or my present
Come walk through the smoke”

Marisol looks down at the ring real fast and clears her throat. Marisol then smirks before she puts the microphone back to her mouth. The fans are clamoring for more as Marisol starts to pace around the ring a bit.

HAWKES: ”Walk through the smoke and get blasted
By my fist or my boot
Man, woman or champion
Come to me so I can get that golden loot
Doesn’t matter if you are a New Generation that is rising
I will quickly make you fall
If you think you can cause Havok against me
Then you don’t know me at all
And for Sanity? Are you out of your ever loving mind?
I can cause you to go insane real quick
The world champ may create Cashe for this company
Yet he hasn’t seen anyone that is this slick”

The fans started cheering a bit for Marisol. Marisol stopped speaking for a brief moment to soak in the cheers as she wasn’t really used to hearing the cheers. Marisol started to walk around the ring again and finish what she was saying.

HAWKES: ”To the entire roster come at me
I dare you to
In the end of each match I have
I will give everyone a small clue
So let me introduce myself
To one and to all
The name is Divine Controversy
It is now time to make some empires fall.”

Marisol drops the microphone as her music hits. The fans are giving her a mixed reaction as she walks up the ramp. When she is at the top of the ramp, she turns to face the crowd and she takes a bow. Marisol then turns back around and walks through the curtain to the backstage area.

Back in the Parking Garage, Jason Cashe comes out from the building. Patting his stomach as he chews on a piece of Almond Joy that he has in his free hand. He rounds the parked cars but doesn’t see Tidus Howe.

CASHE: “TIDUS? Did this motherfucker leave? What a bit–“
At the rear of a car, Cashe spots a shoe on the ground. His chewing comes to a halt as he moves closer and eyes his surroundings. At the side of the parked car where the foot was laying, Cashe stares down at an unconscious Tidus Howe. His face bloodied, lips split open, right eye swelled shut. A pool of blood already formed and puddled under Howe’s head. Cashe hurries to his aid, dropping the candy and sliding next to Tidus. Blood stains Cashe’s hands as he lifts Tidus Howe’s head off the concrete floor.

CASHE: “What the fuck!? TIDUS! Can you hear me? What happened? Who did this? Fuck…HELP! SOMEONE GET THE EMTS!!”
No response from Tidus as a big gash down the top of his head is where all the blood came from and still seeps. Cashe now covered in blood on his shirt, hands, arms, and places on his knees where he sits. Laying Tidus back down, Cashe pushes to his feet and spots a Staff member off in the distance.

The staff member stops, looks across the Parking Garage at Cashe and points to himself asking if it was him Cashe was calling out too.

CASHE: “Get some fucking help over here!”
Holding up his arms so the lowly staff worker sees the blood, Cashe waves him to hurry and he scrambles off to get some help. Cashe turns back to where Tidus is still laid out. Not having moved and barely can Cashe notice his slow breathing.

CASHE: “He better not need mouth to mouth…Fuck, who would have done this? Come on Tidus, wake up!”
Pulling his shirt off his body, Cashe uses it to try and put pressure on the head wound. The shirt is quick to fill with a thick coat of blood as EMTs finally enter the scene and move Cashe away so they can work.

EMT: “What happened? How long has he been like this?”
CASHE: “No idea, I left him to go and take a shi–“
The EMTs didn’t even recognize Cashe had quit talking as his eyes catch something a few cars away. He moves shirtless away from the ‘crime scene’ and finds a bloody baseball bat laying in between a few parked cars. Next to it is a Mask. One of “Lord” Raab’s masks.

CASHE: “Motherfucker…”
He bends over and picks up both the bat and the mask. Staring at them, his face turns a shade of red as the anger and rage inside of him grows. He seen the signs, Tidus had shown a fear for this even. Raab finally got his hands on Tidus and Cashe is overwhelmed with slight guilt for not taking it more seriously. Heading back to Tidus and the EMTs, Cashe hands one of the medics the bloody bat stained and thick with blood. Now they know how the injuries got there but still not his full condition. They bring in a gurney and get Tidus prepped to move as Cashe continues staring down into Raab’s mask.

EMT: “Do you know who did this? We need to get him to the Hospital stat, do you want to ride with us or will you meet us there? We need some additional information.”
Instead of giving the information they might have needed, Cashe possibly didn’t hear them as he turns away with the mask in hand and storms off in search for the man who committed the crime. The EMTs get Tidus on the gurney and begin moving him towards the Ambulance as the scene jumps back to ringside.

The cameras cut backstage, where Gabriel Hartman is standing with the 4CW Extreme Champion, Nathaniel Havok.

HARTMAN: Nathaniel, we’ve been hearing from Young Mannie all night, and he seems convinced that the two of you are going to walk into war, but only he will be walking out. Your thoughts?
HAVOK: Yeah, my thoughts are the same as they’ve always been. Mannie Ramero is a moronic little piece of dog shit. He was a piece of dog shit in APW, and he’s a piece of dog shit in 4CW. What many people fail to realize, is that this has been going on since March. I promised that I would take this little punk bitch out, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do tonight, when I throw him from the top of that scaffold, and he HOPEFULLY lands on the mat below, neck first!
HARTMAN: That’s a little harsh, wouldn’t you say?
HAVOK: No, I wouldn’t, Gabriel. You’re not the one that has had to deal with this pesky twerp, for the last couple of months. You’ve seen everything he’s done! I’m personally sick and tired of him weaseling his way back into the fight for the Extreme Championship. There’s nothing extreme about him, except the extreme diarrhea of the mouth, he’s got! It’s time for this to end, and that’s what happens tonight. All of this, Mannie and Havok, it ends! I put an end to it, and put an end to his pathetic career in the process!
And at the end of the night, when it’s all said and done, and Mannie has fallen to his defeat, you’ll only hear Mike Powers saying one thing, Gabriel. You’ll hear Powers tell the world that the winner of the match, and STILL 4CW Extreme Champion… The Source of all Evil, the most extreme wrestler in the world today, the Man with the Show on His Shoulders, the Enforcer of Sorrow… The one and only, Nathaniel Havok.
Enjoy the match, Gabe. I know I will!

The cameras cut to ringside, where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit, awaiting their cue.

VASSA: Nathaniel looks ready, Steve!
JOHNSON: And it’s going to be one hell of a contest, for the Extreme Championship!


JOHNSON: ”We’re going to keep this night rolling with tag team action coming your way.”
VASSA: ”Two incredible athletes are about to put on a showcase against Chance McGraw and Montgomery Grimm.”
JOHNSON: ”You can’t be serious…Team Slayer has already made their way to the ring and we’re just waiting on Of Mice and Malice.”
VASSA: ”Honestly Steve, look at these two…Billy and The Kid are two of the most athletic guys in the locker room. They’re definitely going to give Of Mice and Malice a run for their money…”
JOHNSON: ”If by run for their money you mean serve as a sacrifice then yeah, I agree one hundred percent!”
VASSA: ”Have a little faith in these guys. They’re more talented than credited.”
JOHNSON: ”They’ll have their opportunity to prove it… Let’s get to Mike Powers for the official start of this match.”
The feed shows a glimpse of Billy and The Kid in the ring grabbing the top rope and stretching before cutting back to Mike Powers in the DJ booth.

POWERS: ”The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring… From Long Beach, California… Billy… The Kid… TEAM SLAYER!!”
Billy and The Kid climb separate corners and raise their arms as the fans hiss and heckle the young tag team. The hop backwards, doing a full backflip and land on their feet before turning their attention to the entrance way, awaiting their opponents.

POWERS: ”And their opponents… At a combined weight of five hundred and forty-two pounds… Being accompanied to the ring by Reverend Malice… Chance McGraw… Montgomery Grimm… OF MICE AND MALICE!!”
The voice of Rev. Malice can be heard.
“Come and see. And I saw.”
The lights dim, the opening slide guitar rings out the notes from Cage the Elephants’ “Ain’t no Rest for the Wicked” begins to rattle out over the theater. From behind the curtain steps out the wild eyed monster known as Montgomery Grimm. Alongside the near seven foot tall man is the short preacher known as Rev. Malice, Malice points to the ring and begins to tell tales towards Montgomery which only seem to get him madder and angrier with each passing step he takes towards the ring. Joining them, but only a little behind is Chance McGraw, McGraw is a bit more talkitive towards the crowd letting them know exactly what he thinks about whatever is on his mind. He slides into the ring just as Grimm steps over the top ropes, the two don’t really seem to interact with each other, rather simply move to their spots guided by the Reverend himself.

JOHNSON: ”Of Mice and Malice made their debut two weeks ago, defeating the All Stars combination of Natasha Blankenship and Sydney Hollister…”
VASSA: ”They were impressive in their debut but now they’re up against a well oiled machine, Team Slayer!”
McGraw and Grimm stand by side as the referee pats them down looking for any foreign object. Pleased with his find of nothing, the referee turns towards Billy and the Kid. Before he could get halfway across the ring, Grimm and McGraw charge across and begin pummeling Billy and the Kid as they cover up. The referee shouts towards McGraw and Grimm, telling them to step back and let the match officially begin. Billy slumps down in the corner as Grimm pulls the Kid to the center of the ring. He grabs the Kid with his massive hands, locking in an iron claw that he calls Mark of the Wicked. The Kid shrieks in pain as Grimm grunts while squeezing his forehead tighter. Grimm lets go of the Kid and he staggers towards McGraw who slips behind him and locks in a sleeper hold. McGraw locks the submission in momentarily before turning it into a rolling neckbreaker that he calls the Last Chance Dance!

JOHNSON: ”Without Mercy! What a combination!”
VASSA: ”Has this match even started?”
JOHNSON: ”Not officially. But I’m pretty sure that the Kid isn’t going to be playing a factor in this one. He’s out cold, laying on the ring apron.”
VASSA: ”Billy’s not in a much better position.”
Reverend Malice watches on with a stone face as Montgomery Grimm finally moves out of the ring into his teams corner. Chance drops down to his knees and watches as Billy begins to crawl out from the corner that Chance McGraw had left him a heap of flesh. McGraw barks at the ref to ring the bell. The ref drops down to check on Billy and is immediately grabbed by Chance McGraw. He gets a fist full of the refs shirt and pulls him back up to his feet before driving him into the corner. The two bicker back and forth until finally Billy rises to his feet and hits Chance McGraw with a drop kick that knocks him backwards and releases his hold of the official.
Billy hops on McGraw and hits him with a few right hands, backing him up against the ropes. He grabs McGraw by his wrist and whips him across the ring. On the rebound Billy dips his shoulder, anticipating a back body drop. Chance McGraw pulls up short and kicks Billy in the chest. Billy stands upright and is flattened by a short arm clothesline. McGraw grabs Billy and drags him to his feet, capturing him with a side headlock. McGraw drags Billy around the ring before unloading with a series of rapid fire left hands. Billy drops down to one knee and McGraw reaches out to his partner’s extended hand, tagging him in.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t even want to watch this. This isn’t a wrestling match…”
VASSA: ”Maybe I was wrong about Team Slayer…”
JOHNSON: ”Ya think?”
Montgomery Grimm steps in and clubs Billy in the back with an axe handle smash as Chance McGraw kept his side headlock secure. Billy collapses down to the canvass as McGraw releases and steps outside of the ring. Grimm grabs Billy with both hands around his throat and tosses him across the ring with a choke toss. Grimm stalks his opponent, slowly approaching him as he barely moves on the canvass. He pulls him up to his feet by his hair and throws him back into Team Slayer’s corner. Grimm holds him still with one hand before coming down on his bare chest with an overhead, open palm slap! Billy curls up but Grimm quickly forces his hands aside, exposing the beet red handprint that was left on his chest. Grimm wound up and came down with a second straight overhead, open palm slap across Billy chest! Billy crumbles down to a seated position, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Grimm marches towards his corner and tags Chance McGraw back into the match. They each move towards Billy and grab a leg as he holds onto the middle ropes with both hands. Grimm and McGraw pull on Billy’s legs, lifting him in the air as high as the top rope and forcing him to crash, back first on the canvass.

JOHNSON: ”The ref is trying to get Montgomery Grimm back to his corner but the big man is having none of it.”
VASSA: ”When you’re that massive there are very few people you have to listen to…”
Montgomery Grimm just stares down the referee and joins his partner as they lift him in the air. Grimm military presses Billy up above his head and parades him around the ring before moving towards the center. McGraw drops down to one knee and Grimm drops Billy, stomach first, down onto his extended knee. Billy thrashes around the canvass as Grimm finally makes his way out of the ring. McGraw stands over Billy and smirks before leaning over and grabbing him by his ear. He twists and pulls him up to his feet before transitioning to a vertical suplex. McGraw sits upright and looks over his shoulder at his fallen foe. McGraw rolls and places two hands down on Billy’s chest for the cover.
McGraw rises to his knees before the count of three and holds one finger up in the air, waving it side to side Dikembe Mutombo style drawing a tongue lashing from the official…

JOHNSON: ”You still think Billy and The Kid stand a chance? Billy’s being taken apart methodically and The Kid is being helped to the back by medical personnel.”
VASSA: ”Is it too late to change my mind?”
McGraw stands to his feet and reaches towards his corner, tagging his partner back into the match. Grimm climbs over the top rope and the two pull Billy up to his feet. Grimm whips Billy to the ropes and on the rebound tosses him high into the air for a flapjack. McGraw steps underneath Billy on the way down and drives him down with a samoan drop! McGraw flips over to his hands and knees and watches as Billy lays motionless on the canvass. McGraw slithers backwards and slides under the ring ropes and Grimm lifts Billy up and backs him to the ropes. He drapes Billy’s arms over the top rope and then reaches over and pulls the middle rope up, capturing Billy between the ropes. The ref steps in and tries to pull Billy free as Grimm steps up and hits him with his Heartbreaker heart punch. The ref quickly steps up and begins to warn Grimm as Billy seemingly fades in and out of consciousness while tangled in the ring ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Someone needs to stop this. This isn’t even a wrestling match anymore. This is a two on one assault!”
VASSA: ”These are also the risks you take when you sign up to be a professional wrestler.”
The official finally is able to get Billy free from the ropes but he falls forward into the waiting arms of Montgomery Grimm. Grimm lifts him up over his shoulder and carries him around the ring before slamming him down with a running powerslam. Grimm looks towards his corner for instructions before rising to his feet and making his way over for a tag. Grimm and McGraw both converge on Billy. Grimm lifts him up with a belly to back suplex that McGraw aides with a neckbreaker! McGraw once again places two hands on Billy’s chest as Grimm climbs out of the ring.
Once again McGraw lifts his hands off of Billy before the ref could count to three.

JOHNSON: ”Enough is enough! Just call the damn match ref! Billy is obviously in no shape to continue.”
VASSA: ”That’s a thin line to tightrope Steve. If he calls the match he’ll open himself up to a world of criticism…”
JOHNSON: ”But he should have the competitors safety in mind as he officiates the match!”
McGraw drops down onto Billy as he lays flat on his stomach. McGraw begins slapping Billy in the back of the head, degrading him and getting him to stir around. McGraw gets a handful of Billy’s hair and pulls him up to a kneeling position before slapping him across the face! McGraw then violently snatches Billy with a front face lock and plants him into the mat with a DDT. McGraw walks over and tags Grimm back into the match. Grimm climbs in over the top rope and walks into Billy as McGraw irish whips him towards his partner. Grimm flattens Billy with a big boot and McGraw climbs back out of the ring. Grimm lifts Billy up and wraps his massive arms around his torso, lifting him in the air and squeezing with a bearhug! Grimm shakes Billy around relentlessly like a rag doll and Billy quickly begins to fade. The ref steps in and grabs Billy’s wrist, lifting it in the air and releasing.
The official gets ahold of Billy’s wrist again and releases, letting it drop down towards the canvass.
Suddenly the crowd jumps to their feet and turn their attention to the entranceway. The Kid staggered out from behind the curtain and then sprinted towards the ring. He climbed the apron and springboarded off of the top rope, hitting Montgomery Grimm with a missile dropkick before the ref could drop Billy’s wrist a third time. Grimm lets go of Billy and stumbles around the ring. The Kid pops back up to his feet and runs towards the ropes. He leaps up onto the second rope and springboards backwards with a crossbody but Grimm catches him in the air. Grimm turns his back towards the ropes and then throws The Kid over his head and over the top rope with a fallaway slam!

JOHNSON: ”You have to give The Kid credit for finding his way back to this match but he may be in worse shape than before.”
VASSA: ”He should have just stayed in the back…McGraw is in the ring with Grimm and is grabbing Billy by his feet.”
JOHNSON: ”This is probably going to be it…looking for With Malice!”
Grimm bounces himself off of the ropes and charges towards McGraw as he drops backwards and catapults Billy towards his partner. Grimm turns him inside out with the running lariat! Grimm quickly puts one boot down on Billy’s chest as McGraw moves towards the ropes and watches the Kid as he begins to twist and turn ringside.

JOHNSON: ”Thank god that ended…”
VASSA: ”It could be awhile before we see Team Slayer in action again.”
JOHNSON: ”In the meantime, I’d hate to be a tag team that has to stand across the ring against these two…”
”Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” by Cage the Elephant takes over the PA system as Reverend Malice climbs into the ring and joins his tag team. McGraw and Grimm raise their arms high above their head as they’re showered with boos from the live audience.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners…By way of pinfall…Chance McGraw…Montgomery Grimm…OF MICE AND MALICE!”

The scene picks back up backstage again but this time though it takes place from the actual Birthday Bash itself, where ‘The Main Attraction’ and his many invited guest are gathered together waiting on Jacinta’s arrival…
Meanwhile over on another side of the room we see “The Lady Gangster” Jessica Black who doesn’t seem too much involved in any of the festivities yet; Thus according to her previous statements of being a Big Partier have no come into serious question following these lack luster movements on her behalf. Yet then again as far parties went for Jessica she had thought this one was kind of lame from the Get-Go but to say that she wasn’t in the least a little bit disappointed by the turnout would have been somewhat of an understatement. In truth, this was kind of what she expected a party would look like when organised by one ‘Young’ Mannie Romero. Admittedly, Jessica had never been to one of Mannie’s parties before, but she always had this idea that just about everything about him was kind of lame, even his parties.
She nevertheless was still watching him right now, while he mingled with his other guests, a few of their colleagues here at 4CW. Himself, herself, Roxi, the All Stars…Sativa and the new guy – La’Renzo, or Flipp, or whatever the hell his name was – are sat in the corner burning one down. No sign of any of the others, although they might have decided to be fashionably late, and here she was, enjoying a brewski while silently wishing she was somewhere else. There was, however, no sign of the birthday girl, although looking at the pathetic state of this party, Jessica couldn’t rightly blame her if she decided to no-show.

JESSICA: *Taking a sip from her Beer Bottle* “Lame!”
She preferred the kind of parties that got her blood pumping, the kind of shindigs where the music was so loud that earplugs were recommended. She preferred the kind of get-togethers where the alcohol flowed like rivers and so did the affections of beautiful women. She preferred the kind of fiestas where drunken tempers flew just as quickly as drunken fists, the kind where if something didn’t get broken then it was too tame. She preferred parties with a little excitement!
Instead, she’s here for…this. And the music…the God-awful music…

“I don’t fuck with you!
You little stupid-ass bitch, I ain’t fucking with you.
You little dumbass bitch, I ain’t fucking with you.
I got a million trillion things I’d rather fucking do.
Than to be fucking with you.”

Jessica wasn’t the greatest fan of this kind of music. Give her punk or heavy metal or even old school rock any day of the week. Give her Misfits, or Nirvana, or Misery Signals, or even Sublime! She liked Sublime, back in the day.
But even if Mannie was in charge of the music, why couldn’t he have mixed it up with a few other genres, or failing that why couldn’t he have gone with the classics of the hip-hop and rap genres, instead of this and other crappy songs like it?
Being forced to listen to bullshit songs like this legitimately made her want to go find a gun somewhere and put herself out of her misery.

HARTMAN: “Um…excuse me. JB?”
And now she’s going to need a bigger gun…
Gabriel Hartman appeared next to her, standing beside the Lady Gangster awkwardly, as if he was one of those creepy people at parties with no friends and try to get someone to talk to him so he didn’t feel like so much of a loser for being here. Why did Mannie even invite the guy? Did he owe him a favour, or something?

JESSICA: *Face-Palming then muttering to Herself* “Why, God? Why hast thou forsaken me?” *Now speaking out loud to Hartman before smiling falsely at Him* “Yes?”
Hartman smiled, as if he was amazed that someone – let alone an attractive woman like Jessica Black – would deign to speak with him outside of anything work related, and he wasn’t going to pass up on this opportunity.
The very second he opened his mouth to speak, Jessica held up her free hand to shut him up before he said so much as a syllable.

JESSICA: *Looking at something else while pretending to Uninterested* “Hold that thought…”
Jessica moved away from Hartman as fast as her short legs could carry her, thus leaving the 4CW reporter all alone and feeling rejected.


JOHNSON:”Up next, we have the battle of the John’s, who wins? “
VASSA:”I’m going with the rebellious one.”
POWERS:”The next match is scheduled for one fall. Currently standing in the ring, John Blade!!!”
JOHNSON:”Not a bad choice, Vinny. A veteran of the business. Blade is gonna have his hands full.”
POWERS:”And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds, from Chicago, Illinois…Johnny Rebel!!”
A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. “SIMPLY PUT” is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut with his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

JOHNSON:”Here we go!”
John Blade looking out at the crowd is attacked from behind by Rebel. He immediately shoots Blade to the ropes and nails him in the gut with a knee. Blade flies over his knee and crashes to the mat. Rebel picks his head up and slams it against the mat before raking his boot across his face. Blade gets on all fours as Rebel circles him and stomps on both of his hands and Blade falls back to the mat.

JOHNSON:”That could have broken some bones. Ouch!”
Rebel quickly picks him up, knees him in the gut again, and connects with a gut wrench powerbomb. Rebel hooks the legs.
Blade kicks out after the two count and Rebel jumps on top of him and pummels him with rights and lefts to the face until the ref pulls him off. Rebel gets in the face of the ref and backs him into a corner. Rebel backs away and kicks Blade as he tries to get back to his feet.

JOHNSON:”Rebel better cool it. He might get himself disqualified.”
VASSA:”Quiet. He can do whatever he wants.”
Blade pulls himself over to the corner and Rebel hits him with a running knee and Blades head bounces off the turnbuckle. Blade goes to his back and rolls under the bottom rope. The ref tries to stop Rebel from going out, but he shrugs it off. Rebel picks Blade up in his arms and rams him spine first into the steel ring post. He picks him up, pulls him close, and hits a belly to belly suplex. Blade rolls around in pain before Rebel rolls him back under the bottom ropes.

JOHNSON:”Johnny Rebel is being relentless and Blade hasn’t gotten any offense in. This one could end soon.”
Rebel stands over Blade and drops a knee right on his forehead. He gets back to his feet, leaps into the air and connects with an elbow across the throat of Blade. Blade rolls around on the mat holding his throat and Rebel just smirks. Blade pulls himself in a seated position in the corner. Rebel makes his way over and begins stomping on his face and chest. Rebel grabs him by the legs, pulls him out, and kicks him in the gut. Blade rolls over on his knees and Rebel gets in his face and smacks him. He smacks him again and Blade fires back with a right hand to the gut. And another one. Blade is up to his feet and he is firing with rights and lefts. Blade bounces back against the ropes, but is immediately slammed to the mat with a spinebuster courtesy of Johnny Rebel.

VASSA:” Blade has nothing for Rebel.”
JOHNSON:”I can agree with you on that one, Vinny. Every time he gets some offense in, it’s suddenly halted.”
Rebel just laughs at the fallen John Blade before picking him up to his feet. Rebel hoists him into the air, looking for a suplex, but transitions into a brainbuster. Blades head bounces off the canvas and Rebel makes the pin.

JOHNSON:”Did Rebel just pull Blade’s shoulders up off the mat?”
VASSA:”I think so, Steve. He wants to make a statement.”
The boos begin to reign down as Rebel gets up and extends his arm outward, taking it all in. Rebel picks Blade up and sends him to the corner. Rebel is looking for a running clothesline, but Blade ducks it. Blade grabs him from behind and rolls him up.

JOHNSON:”Blade tried to steal one, but Rebel explodes out of the pin attempt.”
Both men are up, but Rebel blasts Blade with a clothesline, turning him inside out. Rebel gets up and puts a boot to throat of Blade until the ref breaks it up after a four count. Rebel drags Blade over to the rope and puts the rope to his throat and presses against the back of his head. The ref breaks it up again after a four count. Blade falls to his back as Rebel drops another boot to his face and rib cage. Rebel picks Blade up and is surprised by an outburst by Blade. Blade drives his shoulder into the gut of Rebel and forces him back into the corner.

JOHNSON:”Blade trying to mount a comeback.”
VASSA:”I wouldn’t put money on it, Steve.”
Blade continues with the shoulder thrusts into the corner. One of one, until Rebel is feeling the effects. Blade hoists Rebel up to the top rope and hits him with a right hand. Blade climbs up with him and Rebel begins to fire back with shots of his own. Blade tries battle back, but Rebel rakes him in the eyes and hits him with a hook to the rib case, and pushes him off the second turnbuckle. Rebel regains focus, climbs to the very top, and flies off with a leg drop.

JOHNSON:” A perfect leg drop from Johnny Rebel after an attempted comeback from John Blade.”
VASSA:”He calls that the Chicago Crux, in case you were wondering.”
Instead of making the pin, Rebel hops to his feet and begins stomping on the mat, yelling at John Blade to get up.

VASSA:”Johnny is feeling it! “
Blade slowly gets up, staggers around, and is met with a boot to the gut. Rebel puts his head between his legs.

JOHNSON:”Blade is in danger here! Not where you wanna be!”
Rebel hooks his arms and drops him to the mat with The Putdown. Rebel rolls him over and puts his forearms on Blades chest for the pin.

JOHNSON:”A dominant win for Johnny Rebel.”
POWERS:”The winner of this contest, Johnny Rebel!!”
VASSA:” I’m telling you, Steve, the entire roster better look out. Johnny Rebel is for real.”
The boos reign down on Rebel as he gets up and stands over the fallen John Blade. The boos continue as he gets his boot and rolls Blade under the bottom rope and to the outside. Rebel stands in the ring, alone, with his hands raised, as we cut to the back.

The Birthday Bash is still going strong as the All Stars: consisting of just Natasha Blankenship & Sydney Hollister are seeming to be enjoying themselves while having a conversation over Cocktails, although that was case until they were startled by Dustin James Holt who was sitting behind a garbage can along with his Mental-Advisor Alonzo Gomez.

DJH: ”The voices are telling me to scare the Birthday Girl. I must heed to the voices.”

GOMEZ: ”I believe we’ve already surprised the birthday person.”
DJH: ”To není pravda. Hlasy mi øíkají, se odrazit od odpadkového koše do popelnice, aby zabránil být vidìn. Teï odejít døív, než si dát pryè svého postavení.”
Natasha and Sydney continue watch from the Bar as Dustin and his Therapist are still talking to each other.

BLANKENSHIP: ”I’m pretty sure that guy is not right in the head, hell I will go as far as saying that I think he is losing his mind.”
HOLLISTER: ”Now that depends on if he even had a mind to lose in the first place.”
Natasha and Sydney continue to “Sip Their Teas” as Dustin keeps bouncing from garbage can to garbage can.

The cameras swing backstage back at the Birthday Bash near a Supply/Storage room door; where a cloud of smoke is currently trailing along in the air that catches the attention of a passing by Lo’Renzo Porter who has stopped dead in his tracks to admire the aroma, however though Flipp begins to become perplexed as he looking all around for answers.

FLIPP: ”Man I smell weed.”
Flipp then steps up to a door that reads Storage so that he can turn the knob to open it but unfortunately for Flipp the door happens to be locked.

FLIPP: ”SHIT! That’s some gas too…”
So after exhausting his first option of choices, Flipp decides to step up to the door that reads Supply. He then turns that knob and notices that this door is unlocked; So upon him swinging the door wide open, He’s immediately overtaken by the cloud of smoke that strikes his face. Thus after swatting away the smoke with his hands, Flipp could clearly see that it was ‘The Main Attraction’ “Young” Mannie Romero who was smoking some Dank with “The Ganja Goddess” Sativa Nevaeh.

NEVAEH: ”So then there was this kid who was so high on Shrooms that he stole this chicken. He woke up the next day with the chicken still in his room, Like there was Chicken Shit EVERYWHERE!”
MANNIE: ”You can’t be serious GG?”
NEVAEH: ”If I’m lying Dude, then I’m consider me dying… Well Mannie that’s how one of my best friends got the nickname ‘The Chicken Stealer’.”
Flipp looks at both Mannie and GG before saying nothing as he steps inside of the Supply/Storage room; Upon closing the door behind himself, he reaches inside his Cotton Candy Tie-Die Hoodie pockets before pulling out a zip lock of Pre-Rolled Joints.

FLIPP: ”Lemme see one of yall’s lighter? Shit i’m tryna ease my mind too a lil bit.”
MANNIE: ”Our Casa, Su Casa!”
NEVAEH: ”A friend with weed is a friend indeed. Come in brah. All are welcome in the circle.”
FLIPP: ”You ain’t say shit but a word Brah but we gonna need some music though.”
Lo’Renzo reaches back into his Hoodie as he retrieves his cell phone this time, he then scrolls through the song list before passing the Joint to GG.

FLIPP: ”That’s my shit Mannn.”
The sounds of “Mary Jane” by Rick James begins to play over the air waves as Flipp finally takes up a seat on a box.

NEVAEH: ”Dude, ‘FriedDay’ by Bizzy Bone would’ve been such a better tune man… Like come on now, I mean damn can’t a Lady get some respect?”
There’s a bit of tension in the room as it looks like Flipp is about to “Get Smart” with GG but Mannie decides to step in between to allow “Cooler Heads To Reveal”.

MANNIE: ”Hold Up… Why are you two fighting about Music? Because it’s not that serious where we all can’t jam out to favorite cuts while we light this shit up?”
NEVAEH: ”I guess so…”
FLIPP: ”I don’t see why we not, so I’m with it Brah…”
Mannie seems to be very pleased with himself as he knows he has one last thing to do before celebrating Jacinta’s arrival…


There’s a video from earlier today before Fright Night started as the cameras caught Lord Raab holding a bunch of flowers for someone. He goes into Kaylyn James Evans locker room and places the flowers along with an envelope on the bench. The cameras got a close view of the tag that’s attached to the flowers which says “To a special lady I want in my life from question mark”. Raab leaves Kaylyn’s locker room as he goes into his own locker room and closes the door as the scene goes to fade.

So as the party goers finish up singing ‘Happy Birthday to Jacinta’ who had arrived shortly after the last break is now tearing up from being touched by the gesture, which is even more apparent because she’s letting herself smile for the first time in a long while…

JESSICA: ”Come On Jacinta… You’re seriously not going to fall for this shit are you?”
MANNIE: ”Would You Shut The Fuck Up? I’m so sick & tired of you trying to pick up on my Girlfriend, I thought you would’ve stopped by now but look at you… You want what I got don’t you Jessica but guess what you can’t have it!”
JESSICA: ”Is that a Bet?”
MANNIE: ”Bitch Please… I’m ‘The Main Attraction!”
MANNIE: ”I’m sorry Babe…”
JESSICA: ”Yeah me too Jacinta…”
The trio were just about to awkwardly “Hug It Out” amongst each other but just when things were seeming to go right for “The Birthday Girl” as the cake unexpectedly opens up and out of it comes a special surprise; Well maybe that can be said for just about everyone but Jacinta as Daysi Doll pops out wearing a ‘Whip-Cream Bikini’ that’s covering up all the “Goods”. Doll then expresses a big grin on her face as she knows that she has everybody’s attention, meanwhile though Jacinta on the other hand does not seem to share the same enthusiasm.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Happy Birthday Jacinta!”
So while most of the invited guest there seemed to didn’t mind her unannounced appearance to the party, it was almost as clear as day though to see that Mannie and Jacinta are brewing as Jacinta then charges up to her.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Hey is there something wrong Sweetie? Well Honey I really hope that there isn’t anything going on with you, because I would hate for all of this hard work to go to waste after taking so long to plan the party. Now before you go thanking me… I just wanted to say that I can’t take all of the credit for coming up with this great party though, Although I can tell you that this little extravaganza I’m standing in before you Jacinta was also one of Mannie’s ideas since he had said that wanted to use me again… So of course you know I had to oblige him for you Sweetie! Now don’t you want some of this whip cream Mannie?”
Daysi awaits a response from Mannie as Jacinta is one more slick comment away from losing her mind, however she collects herself as she quickly retorts back.

DAYSI DOLL: ”Excuse Me, Little Girl?!”
There is an awkward tension between Jacinta and Doll as Daysi continues to look on over at Mannie who has now gotten her attention.

MANNIE: ”Aye Beautiful… Come Here!”
Daysi walks over to Mannie while giving a giggle about it too; Jacinta though is in the process of snatching her up but Jessica Black attempts to calm her down. So while she’s forced to watch as DD jiggles up & down for much of the party goers delights.

JESSICA: ”Yeah, Mannie… Why don’t you tell her how you loved the way she rode you while your at Asshole!”
DAYSI DOLL: ”You like it baby?”
MANNIE: ”Wawawawawawawawa… You heard me Cum Dumpster! Wait A Second… I almost forgot that I was talking to the edlerly, so allow me for the last time to make this perfectly clear to you Hoe; I regret the day I ever met your Slutty-Ass and You can damn sure bet that I-Fucking-Hate-You-Too… NOW LEAVE!”
Doll listens to Mannie as it’s clear that her happy go lucky nature is now gone after she pushes him away. Mannie stumbles backward which then draws Jacinta’s anger up even higher, which also prompts her to approach DD now with Black trying to stop her. Jacinta is just about ready to open her mouth so that she can scold Daysi as well, Yet before she can do so Doll “Curves the Verbage” by throwing a slap her way but Black is able to push Jacinta out of the way; Which then causes Black to eat the slap instead.
Jessica stumbles back shocked as Doll realizes what she has done; Meanwhile Jacinta has already gotten over the initial shock as she charges for DD now, Somehow though Doll is able spin out from under her grips and then starts to run away as she slips past Mannie & Jessica. Who both then grabs Jacinta as was trying her best to reach out to stop DD; Although unfortunate for Jacinta Doll is able to break away after realizing that she was almost trapped over in the corner but thankfully for her Mannie & Jessica had a hold of a Screaming/Raging Jacinta. When all of a sudden from out of nowhere Black goes flying past Mannie and Jacinta, which then causes Mannie to drop Jacinta in total surprise. Now with the odds stacked in their favor as they surround the corner, Jessica and Jacinta circle her like Vultures as they rush towards her; One tries to grab her arms but only for their effort to be thwarted by the Whip Cream as it causes her to slip through them both again while she runs to the cake before hopping inside of it, where she is now/was hiding originally before.
Mannie has by now given up trying to stop them as Jessica & Jacinta think that they have her trapped as they have climbed onto the cake now too, They are just about to open up the top of the cake…
When out of the side comes Doll who pops out from a secret compartment as rushes out of the room while Jacinta and Jessica watch her escape in pure frustration about it…



POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for ONE Fall and will be a No Count Out Competition! Introducing FIRST!! Hailing from St. Matthews, SOUTH CAROLINA!! LA’REEENZZZOOOOO POOOORRRRTTTTEEERRRRR!!!”
“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.
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.

VASSA: “He’s my pick for this one!”
JOHNSON: “So much for being unbiased Announcing team huh?”
POWERS: “And the opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! He is the “International Phenom”! KHRRRRIIISSS YYYYYOOOOOUUNNG!!”
A familiar sound can be heard as the lights go dim. A spotlight is focused at the entrance area as the crowd is buzzing in anticipation. The lyrics of “Built To Last” by Rise Against blares across the PA.
“Invest time, invest life
invest it all, reinvent yourself.
before you know it,
your essence is renewed with something fresh.”
With that, Khris Young steps out from the back with a huge smile on his face. He walks out rather slowly and enters the spotlight. Young looks out at the cheering fans. A few boos can be heard, but Young just looks out at the crowd to the left and starts clapping. He switches his focus to the right and claps for them. Young walks down the ramp singing Built To Last as he slaps the hands of some of the fans.
“let’s not praise the past, just a fact
Built to last
old school or the new
doesn’t mean shit if your heart ain’t true”
Young reaches the base of the ring, climbs the steps and looks out at the fans once more before wiping his feet on the apron and climbing into the ring. Young bounces off the ropes a couple times before stretching and swinging his arms back and forth.

JOHNSON: “This could become a Wrestling clinic with these two! Very impressive new members of 4CW with their goals set high and each of them standing in the other man’s way to achieve those goals. A clash of a new generation in 4CW, I love it!”
VASSA: “Can we begin already? Come on ref, hurry up!!”
As both men stand inside the ring prepared, the referee notions for the start of the match. The bell sounds and Khris Young and La’Renzo Porter meet in the middle of the ring. With less than arm’s reach between them they stand talking back and fourth. Young shoves Porter and Porter comes in hard with a forearm to Young’s face to get things going. Stumbling back, Young springs forward with his own forearm. Flipp falls back and bounces into the ropes behind him, coming off the ropes he swings around with a swift Roundhouse Kick but Young ducks it and grabs Flipp from behind, lifting him and planting him with a well placed German Suplex. The crowd claps for the quick sequence between the two to kick things off.

VASSA: “Oh he put some stank on that German Suplex! I like that!”
JOHNSON: “I thought you were pulling for Flipp?”
VASSA: “I am but I can also appreciate this glorious form of competitive entertainment! You shut up..”
Young steps back as La’Renzo Porter gets back to his feet nodding as if showing some respect for getting caught. The two circle each other some before coming in hard and locking up in a grapple. Strength for strength as they push and pull trying to control the other. Being the taller man, Porter gains the upper hand as he walks Young back against the ropes and drills a knee into Young’s midsection. Young blasts out a lung full of air and leans forward from the kneeing impact.
Flipp grabs and yanks Young by the neck, turning him around and throwing him through the ropes. Young hits the ring apron and keeps himself from falling to the ringside floor. Flipp hurries and dips out the ropes himself on the adjacent side of the ring and climbs the turnbuckles to where he’s looking down at Khris Young. As Young pulls himself up and turns around, Flipp FLIPS forward off the top turnbuckle, diving at Khris Young looking for a crazy Blockbuster but Young quickly drops and La’Renzo Porter crashes down onto the ringside floor onto his back. The crowd gasps at the close call that surely would have put Young in a bad position.

JOHNSON: “He lucked out there, that might have taken his head off if Porter connected. Huge attempt to really take control of this match.”
VASSA: “It’s really too bad he missed, Khris Young is a cocky shit! I can tell, I have a cocky meter.”
JOHNSON: “Umm…well that’s more accepted in today’s society! Good for you! You heard it here folks!”
VASSA: “No I..I didn’t mean like that!! I love women!!”
Holding his back as he slowly rises off the floor, La’Renzo Porter is hurting from the crash. He gets to his feet and turns around and his eyes bulge open wide as Khris Young runs along the ring apron, leaps off and hits a Massive Front Dropkick that sends Flipp flying back. The fans erupt with cheers and celebration as the action is hard hitting hit or miss. Young landing on his back gets up but not without some soreness from the move. He moves over to Flip and leans forward to pull him up from the floor but Flipp grabs the front of Young’s trunks and pulls him, sending Young head first into the nearby guard railing. Now both of them were on the ground as the crowd continues cheering for the high competition these two are giving them.

VASSA: “I’m not gay but this match is just sexy! This whole card is sexy, I’m hard right now!”
JOHNSON: “Not that you’ve seen it anytime soon chubs! There are children watching you know? Lesson learned parents, 4CW isn’t your Childhood Wrestling Program! This place gets CRAY-ZEE!!”
His face grimaces with pain as Porter grabs the Announcer’s Table and pulls himself up to his feet. He arches back to work out his kinks before turning to Khris Young who is up on a knee with his arm up on the railing. Young pushes to his feet without hesitation and the two men once again stand staring at each other with very little distance between them. Flip waves Young in, wanting him to bring the noise as he roars out and decides to rush Young instead. Young ducks down to shoulder lift Flip but Flip comes down with a Double Ax Handle into Young’s upper back. Pulling Young to a stand, Flipp chops him hard to the chest and Young falls back against the guard railing. Flip claps another hard chop and a pink/redish hue appears across Young’s chest.
Ripping Young from the railing, Flips lowers his opponent’s head and pulls in between his legs as he grabs around Young’s waist in what appears to be a Powerbomb or Piledriver setup. Young with all he’s got lifts Flip up and over, sending him down onto his neck and shoulders at the floor near the guard railing. Young falls to his hands and knees and crawls to the corner stairs and pushes to his feet. Looking back, Flipp is flopping over to get up right but the pain in his back seems to continue growing.
Khris Young gets up and walks a little ways alongside the ring away from where Flip is at in the corner of the barricade. Looking to continue the big spot highlights that they’ve both looked to pull off, Young props himself up on the ring apron again. He waits for Flip to rise and before taking off, Young takes a deep breath.

VASSA: “That’s gonna be a decent leap right there, what’s he got in mind here?”
Sprinting alongside the apron, Young gets closer to Flip’s location and as he reaches the edge where ring meets the corner stairs, Young leaps springing at the legs like pogo sticks and flies across the empty space between the ring and the ringside barriers. Flip looks up as Young comes with what looks like a supreme Hurricanrana but Flip catches him using the barrier to keep his balance. Flip stumbles forward with Young up riding his face and runs Young’s spine into the ring’s post on the outside. Young cries out but is unprepared as Flip steps away and plants Khris Young with a powerbomb across the top surface of the steel steps. The crowd erupts both is gasping surprise and cheers and claps. They break out in “THIS IS AWESOME” and “HOLY SHIT” trade offs as Flips falls back upon releasing Young and Khris Young is sprawled out over the top of the stairs.

JOHNSON: “GEEZ US!! This has just become a game of who’s back can last!”
VASSA: “MILESTONE! Our first paralyzed Wrestler!! So exciting!!”
Again using the Announcer table for leverage, La’Renzo Porter pulls up on his feet. Vassa reaches over offering a High Five and Flipp gives it to him as his back seems to be a little less of a concern. He moves over to Young and peels the Canadian Athlete off the stairs before rolling his carcass into the ropes under the bottom ropes. Slowly rolling in himself, Flipp stays on his hands and knees and crawls over to Young but isn’t looking for a pinfall. Instead he grabs Young from behind and goes to lock him in a Rear Naked Choke but Young whips back his head and hits a Reverse Headbutt right into Flipp’s mouth. Young pops up on his knees, Flip tries to regain control by going for a Cobra Clutch but again Young counters, this time with a back elbow that catches Flip to the cheek.
Pushing to his feet as Flipp falls to his right from the sharp elbow, Khris Young is up to his feet. Porter hurries to rise but is caught with a roaring kick to the ribs as he reaches for the ropes. Young slides in and delivers another swift kick to the same side before snapping the same leg up and kicking Flip to the side of his head with a brutal cracking head kick. As Flip begins to fall to the left, Young whips around and connects with a Spinning Heel Kick to Flipp’s face and the man from South Carolina crumbles into the canvas.

VASSA: “Ouch, that just plainly sucks…That hurt a whole bunch!”
JOHNSON: “It did and if these two aren’t leaving a mark here tonight then I don’t know anything about this business. This is thrilling, intense, back and fourth and it’s all grasping this live crowd, listen to them! They haven’t stopped cheering since this match started! The building is Loud tonight folks!”
Ripping Porter up off the ground, Khris Young whips him hard across the ring. Flipp bounces sluggishly into the ropes and before he can spring off them, Khris Young is approaching fast and leaps at Flipp looking for a Shinning Wizard but La’Renzo Porter counters it, stepping to the side and catching Young with a devastating Sidewalk Slam. The crowd blows up with excitement!! Both men lay out on the canvas breathing ever so deep.

JOHNSON: “It’s all about the next mistake, that moment when both men are tired, looking for a finish. That one more big move that puts their opponent away. Who will have this moment?”
It’s Flip who rises first and gets to his feet just as Khris Young gets to a knee. Taking off across the ring goes Porter and he puts his whole body in bouncing off the ropes as Young slowly rises to his feet. Porter leaps just as Young turns to face him and executes his “Juice” Flash Kick Finisher but Khris Young dives to the side, missing it by split seconds. Young scrambles to his feet as Flipp hurries to clean up his miss but as he rises and turns around he is met to the face with Young’s “Poetic Justice” Running Yakuza Kick. The fans roar out with a gasping sound followed by some cheers and boos from the people cheering on Porter. Again it leaves them both on the canvas taking a breather.

VASSA: “That could be it, that could win this match but Khris Young is winded! They’re both winded! Who will win? I’m bursting with anticipation!”
JOHNSON: “I think you mean cholesterol. Cholesterol is what is making your heart work that hard…”
VASSA: “We’re gonna fight, keep making fun of me! I’m gonna do you like Craig did Deebo!”
Using each other to keep their balance, Young and Porter hold each other as they rise in the center of the ring. The crowd lets out an “Awwww” for their hugging moment but this isn’t as friendly as it appears as Young attempts a Belly to Belly, Flip stomps down on Young’s toes to stop the attempt. Flip ducks down and goes to lift Young for an Alabama Slam but Young drives an Elbow into the spine of Porter and Porter drops to his knees from the pain. Young pulls Flipp up off the canvas, his head still slightly under Young’s legs, Flip’s right arm is lift up and behind him, hooked in an awkward grapple by Young. Suddenly it becomes clear as Young lifts, whips and drops La’Renzo Porter with his “Hysteria” Single Arm Underhook Fisherman Buster.

JOHNSON: “HYSTERIA! He calls that Hysteria and this one might really be over, that’s a tremendous move!”
Young rolls over and makes the first pin attempt of the entire match as the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

VASSA: “Wow…That’s all I have to say! I like to be impressed and both of these men have shown me that their time in 4CW will be BRIGHT!”
As they lay in the ring, Young still laid over Porter the crowd embraces them both a ruckus thundering cheer of celebration. Mike Powers gets on the microphone to make things official.

POWERS: “The winner via Pinfall…..The “International Phenom”! KHRRRISS YYYOOUNNG!!”
JOHNSON: “Amazing match from both of these 4CW newcomers, if THIS is any indication as to what the new Class of 4CW will look like then we might have a Billion Dollar Promotion here. This is what this sport is about. Action, big Spots and of course Violence! It’s poetry! It’s the best form of Art I know…”
VASSA: “And to think…The night is still Young! Heh, pun fully intended!”
Khris Young rolls out of the ring, holding onto the apron as the referee joins him at ringside and raises his arm in victory. Young nods and looks inside the ring realizing this might be a match he will see again.

Several little kids are lining up outside the door of the All Stars dressing room while holding buckets, bags and dressed in many different costumes. One of the adult chaperones knock on the door. The kids are jumping up and down as Natasha opens the door dressed in a Black Cat costume and holding a bowl full of candy.

NATASHA BLANKENSHIP: ”Hi boys and girls, what do we have here? Let’s see I spy Captain America, Iron Man, a cowboy and several power rangers. Who wants candy?”
ONE KID: ”Do you have extra tickets to Fright Night? I really wanted to go but my parents didn’t have the money. That’s why I am wearing this pathetic excuse of a costume. My parents don’t have enough money to feed my brother and I. We are close to living on the streets.”
Sydney steps out from behind Natasha dressed in her everyday wear and kneels down to get face to face with the kid. She doesn’t a word but throws her arms around him. He gives her a hug back as she pulls herself away long enough to look into his eyes.

SYDNEY HOLLISTER: ”I am sure Perry Wallace would allow you and your friends to watch for free in the front row. Tell us what is your name.”
AARON: ”My name is Aaron Philips. I live in a rundown Apartment complex in downtown Las Vegas. My mother lost her job and my father passed away five years ago. We are struggling to make ends meet. Can you really help us out this Halloween?”
SYDNEY HOLLISTER: ”How about you and your friends join us for a backstage Halloween party? Then we can talk to Perry Wallace about giving you and your family a charity event.”
The kid gives Sydney a hug as she and Natasha walk down the hallway with the little kids behind them. The cameras cut away as they turn the corner.



The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the sound system, building anticipation.

POWERS: ”Our next contest will be a scaffold match for the 4CW Extreme championship. Introducing to the ring from The Commonwealth of Virginia, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. Accompanied to the ring by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he is “The Main Attraction”, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”
As Mannie and his Posse emerge to a wave of boos, Mannie and Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain, while being inside of an Old-School Electric Motorized Cart. Next the stage lights die down, as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate. Right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta step out the cart, as he then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, awaiting for the start of the match.

JOHNSON: ””Young” Mannie will be challenging for the championship in this high risk match up.”
VASSA: ”Too bad Alec and Jacinta aren’t! The ref is ordering them to leave ringside and head to the back.”
JOHNSON: ”They don’t look too happy!”
Jacinta and Alec exchange words with the official for a moment before finally standing down. The two then slowly back up the entrance aisle while looking in the ring at Mannie. As they approach the entrance stage, Mannie turns around and looks up at the scaffold assembly suspended above the ring. With a ladder leading to the top, Mannie grabs ahold of it and pulls himself up as he takes that first step.

VASSA: ”Mannie’s making his way to the top! I don’t see why the ref ordered Alec and Jacinta away.”
JOHNSON: ”Here’s the thing. Mannie and Havok have been at each others throats for months now. It’s been pretty rough, I guess you would say. It’s time these two settle their differences once and for all without anyone looking over their shoulder.”
VASSA: ”I’m surprised that Michael Salieri isn’t involved on behalf of Perry.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s no secret that Mr. Wallace and the two have butted heads as well. From what I’ve been told, Mr. Wallace booked this particular match because of the danger factor.”
VASSA: ”Poor Perry… He has no luck making friends. Well, he may have one friend.”
JOHNSON: ”We’re not going to get into Mr. Wallace’s personal affairs. Lets get back to the match. Mannie is at the top of the scaffold. Now once both wrestlers are at the top…”
JOHNSON: ”You said it, Vinny. The object is to knock the other wrestler down from the scaffold and to the ring below.”
VASSA: ”It’s going to be a bumpy ride. The scaffold set up is like what, fifteen… twenty feet above the ring?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s about right.”
VASSA: ”Well lets introduce the champ!”
“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system of the theatre, accompanied with mixed emotions from the crowd.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the 4CW Extreme champion and “Enforcer of Sorrow”, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
Havok makes his way to the entrance ramp with the 4CW Extreme championship around his waist, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance. He throws his arms in the air as the lights shine down on him, before walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, calculated, but most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully from the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, removing the championship from his waist and looking at the scaffold above as his music fades out.

VASSA: ”He’s about as shocked as I was. It’s a lot higher above the ring than you would think once you’re up close with the death trap. “
Havok hands the championship to the ref before ascending the ladder. The ref holds it above his head for a moment as the fans pop with cheers. Havok climbs onto the top and steps away from the ladder as he stares across the scaffold at Mannie. The two lock eyes for a few brief moments before the ref throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

JOHNSON: ”Things are about to get wild!”
VASSA: ”They sure are! Here comes Michael Salieri with a small crew behind him carrying tables. What’s he doing?!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know, it’s not listed in the schedule.”
Salieri catches their attention and as they look down on him as he approaches the ring. He orders the crew to slide the tables into the ring.

VASSA: ”I don’t know what’s about to happen but I can already tell I’m going to love it!”
The crew then enters the ring and picks the tables up from the canvas. One crew sets one table up and places it underneath the scaffold at the side of the ring. The other crew then opens the other table and sets it on top of the first table. They adjust the top table for a moment before looking at Salieri who gives them a nod.

JOHNSON: ”One table stacked on top of another. This match just got even more exciting and dangerous!”
The ref looks to Salieri who yells a few words before turning around and walking towards the back with the others. The ref looks at the tables and pauses for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. He looks back up at Mannie and Havok while yelling that he’ll allow it. The two on the scaffold then look at each other and position themselves to go head to head.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like this match has great odds to become a table match as well.”
VASSA: ”Two tables, one on top of the other… BAM!!! If this match wasn’t already good enough, hhmmm, damn.”
Mannie and Havok slowly approach each other while getting a feel for the contraption. With each step, it slowly waves back and forth with the occasional jitter. Finally within reach, the two hold their hands up for defense and attempt to attack the other.

JOHNSON: ”Not only is this a match but it’s also a balancing act. Any wrong moves or steps and you could fall over the side and slam through those tables. I’m just glad that I’m down here and not risking my life above the ring.”
Havok swings forward at mannie but gets his hand swatted away. Mannie then throws a right jab and hits Havok square in the mouth. Mannie then steps in and hits Havok with a European uppercut, knocking him back a step. Havok spreads his arms and regains his balance but gets kicked in the stomach as Mannie comes with another attack. Mannie then grabs Havok and lifts him in the air, slamming his back to the hard wood with a snap suplex. Mannie then rolls over and punches Havok in the head a few times while the two are down. Havok blocks a few punches before grabbing Mannie by the head. Havok then swings his leg upward and kicks Mannie in the forehead, knocking him over to his back. Havok then turns over and pushes himself up. Just as he stands, Mannie pops up and attacks Havok with a combination of MMA strikes. After two body blows, Mannie swings with a right elbow at Havok’s head. Havok leans back as the elbow swings right by his face. He then grabs Mannie’s wrist and forearm to lock his arm into place in a folded position. Havok then hits Mannie in the stomach with a knee as he pulls him close by the arm locked. Havok hits him with another knee before pushing him away and releasing the hold.

VASSA: ”We’re going to see a lot of this close combat as the space up top is rather limited and tight.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s basically going to be a brawl until one gets thrown below.”
Havok then quickly moves in and connects with a quick right hand to the side of Mannie’s head. Mannie shakes it off and swings forward, hitting Havok with a blow to the side of the shoulder. Havok then sweeps in and shoots for Mannie’s leg. He hooks it and then goes to take Mannie to his back with a single leg takedown. Mannie keeps his footing and throws a forearm across the top of Havok’s back. Mannie then throws another and knocks Havok to his stomach. Mannie then punches Havok in the back of the head a few times before grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face into the wood. Mannie then slides Havok to the edge of the scaffold and rolls him over the edge.

VASSA: ”WAIT A SECOND!!! Mannie is about to drop Havok over the side already!”
Havok falls over the edge but grabs onto the top of the scaffold with both hands. Mannie hits him in the face a few times before turning his attention to Havok’s hands. Mannie slams his fist on the fingertips of one hand. Havok quickly pulls it back as Mannie catches his balance. Havok then falls his fist and pulls himself up with the other hand before punching Mannie in the chin. Mannie falls backwards and hits the scaffold. Havok then pulls himself up and climbs back onto the scaffold. The two climb to their feet, racing to be the first. Standing up at the same time, the two regain themselves and then slowly creep towards each other on the defense. Havok lunges forward but gets caught with a stiff elbow just as he gets within range of Mannie. As he stops in his tracks, Mannie then lifts Havok up from the scaffold and throws him to his back with a scoop slam that shakes the entire scaffold. Mannie stumbles for a moment before regaining his balance.

JOHNSON: ”These two might as well be wrestling on a giant swing.”
VASSA: ”It’s wobbling all over the place. I’m sure it’s secure, we have top notch people construct our equipment. Who am I kidding? We just pick up any nobody off the streets looking for work.”
JOHNSON: ”Hey, hey now.. pipe down, Vinny.”
Mannie grabs Havok by the head and pulls him up to his feet. He then hits him with two back to back right hands while holding him close with his left. Mannie then delivers a few knee strikes to Havok’s mid-section before pushing him back a few steps. Mannie then swings forward with his palm. Just before contact, Havok ducks the attack and punches Mannie in the side with a stinging body blow. Havok then pops up and slaps Mannie’s hands to his side. He then steps in and wraps his arms around Mannie before lifting him from his feet and slamming him to the scaffold with a side suplex. Havok keeps Mannie wrapped up and then crawls on top of him and rocks his dome with a hard headbutt that stuns them both. Havok pushes himself away from Mannie and stands to his feet as he steps back. Mannie pulls himself across the scaffold before getting up with one hand while holding his head with the other. He looks up at Havok and then shakes it off before coming back for more. Havok throws his hands up and comes towards mannie as well. The two then lock up in the center of the scaffold. Going back and forth, fighting for leverage, Havok takes control and stomps on Mannie’s toes. After dropping his guard, Mannie opens himself up for Havok to throw a knee to the stomach. Havok then wraps his arm around Mannie’s head and falls back, pulling him down and planting his head into the scaffold with a DDT.

JOHNSON: ”These two are going to hurt each other with these close quarter moves. They’re normally the ones that do a lot of brute damage.”
VASSA: ”I’m surprised that this match is still going on. I would have thought someone would have fallen down by now.”
Havok gets back to his feet and stands over Mannie while yelling a few choice words. He then looks over the crowd noticing there isn’t a single ass in the seats. Looking back down at Mannie, Havok bends over and punches him in the head a few times before lifting him up to his feet. Holding Mannie up with one hand, Havok balls up his other fist and connects with a hard blow. He then draws his hand back again and connects with Mannie jaw. Havok then draws back once more but gets caught by surprise as Mannie grabs his head and pulls it in close, crushing it with a headbutt. Mannie then steps in and hits Havok across the chest with a stinging chop that gets followed up by a huge pop from the crowd. Mannie then throws another hand and hits Havok again with a stinging chop. Mannie then moves in and grabs Havok by the hair. He pulls his head down and drive his knee upward, slamming it into his face. Havok flies back and hits the scaffold with force as mannie wastes no time and leaps on top of him. Mannie then goes off with wild punches from every angle. Quickly wearing Havok down, Mannie draws back swings straight into Havok’s face, nearly knocking his head off.

VASSA: ”Havok is bleeding! “Young” Mannie just busted his mouth side open!”
JOHNSON: ”Wait a second, WHAT’S THIS!?!?”
Mannie quickly rolls Havok over to the edge and pushes him off. As Havok falls from the scaffold, He grabs the top with one hand but locks the other around Mannie’s wrist. He then pulls mannie over the side with him. Mannie flips over but manages to catch the top of the scaffold with his free hand. The two hang below the scaffold while Havok keeps Mannie wrist in his grip. Havok then raises his leg and kicks Mannie in the side. Mannie releases a moan of pain as the pain shoots up his whole body. Havok then releases his wrist and grabs onto the top with both hands. He then swings a little bit before raising both legs and planting them in the side of Mannie. Taking another body blow, Mannie grunts but keeps his grip onto the scaffold. He then reaches up with his hanging hand and grabs the top, holding himself up with both hands as well. Havok then kicks at him again. Mannie raises his leg and blocks it with his shin. He then swings back and comes foreward with both feet, driving them into Havok’s chest. Havok yells briefly but keeps his grip above. He then swings back and comes at Mannie with a right boot. Havok locks his legs around his foot and then pulls it in to him. Mannie fights to pull it away but Havok refuses to let go. Havok then hangs on with one hand and punches Mannie in the throat with the other. Mannie gasps for air as Havok releases his leg and begins to pull himself back to the top of the scaffold.

VASSA: ”What’s he doing? Havok should be on the attack after that throat punch. He needs to focus on knocking Mannie down to the tables below.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m pretty sure that it’s a lot easier said than done.”
As Havok slowly pulls himself up, Mannie catches his breath and does the same. The two climb to the top of the scaffold, slowly but getting there. Havok makes it to the top first and climbs to his feet just as Mannie rolls over the side and lays on his back looking up at the ceiling of the theatre. Havok grabs him by the head and punches him in the face a couple of times before pulling him up to his feet. Mannie quickly pushes Havok’s hands away and pops up with another European uppercut that rocks his dome. Havok stumbles back a step as Mannie positions his feet and holds his hands up ready to go on the attack. Mannie then pulls a pair of brass knuckles from his pants and places them over his fingers. Havok looks on, holding his side from the damage taken. He then puts his hands up and steps forward as the two slowly approach each other.

JOHNSON: ”There’s aren’t any rules against outside weapons but this puts Havok at a disadvantage unless he has a weapon of choice stored away for a rainy day.”
VASSA: ”Maybe he didn’t get the memo about bringing weapons to the match.”
Havok hesitantly moves closer to Mannie with both arms up in defense mode. Mannie takes a stutter step forward and fakes an attack as Havok steps back on the defense. Havok then swings forward and connects with a punch to the side of mannie’s head. He then fire with another and connects, followed by another and another. Havok then throws an over head punch but gets stopped in mid air as Mannie kicks him in the stomach and then swings forward, hitting him in the face with the brass knuckles. Havok stumbles back but manages to stay on his feet. Mannie then quickly steps in and delivers a rib breaking body blow to Havok’s side. Mannie grabs Havok by the head with his unarmed hand and holds it while he swings forward and connects with a bloody blow that busts Havok’s forehead open.

VASSA: ”What the hell is this?”
JOHNSON: ”Is that Jett Wilder?”
Wilder storms out from the back and rushes down the entrance aisle. He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet as the fans erupt with cheers, waiting for something big to go down. Wilder starts to bang his hands on the table, sending loud knocks echoing through the sounds of the crowd. Mannie draws his fist back again but pauses for a moment as he looks down and notices Wilder underneath the scaffold and looking up from the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Jett Wilder has made his way to the ring. What is he doing out here?”
VASSA: ”I think know but I don’t want to get into it. I need to stay focused on the match and not those melons.”
Mannie continues to look down at Jett making a lot of noise in the ring below. Out of nowhere, Havok pushes Mannie away and creates some space between the two. Mannie quickly looks back to Havok only to catch a boot to the chin from a desperation superkick. Mannie’s feet raises off the scaffold as he falls over the side and down below.

As Havok falls to his stomach, Mannie crashes through the top table and then through the bottom before slamming against the canvas below in a pile of debris. As he lays there motionless, Wilder looks on for a minute before climbing out of the ring and exiting through the crowd. The ref quickly rushes over to check on Mannie as he signals for the bell.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!! Havok has won it! He super kicked Mannie from the top of the scaffold and onto two tables in the ring. That was insane!”
JOHNSON: ”That was a long, hard fall. We need to get some staff down to ringside to check him for serious injuries.”
VASSA: ”Fifteen, twenty feet… that was a long fall.”
Members of the ringside crew enter the ring and pull Mannie from the debris. They help him out of the ring before sitting him in a wheel chair and carrying him to the back. “Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy continues to play, as Nathaniel climbs down from the scaffold slowly, after defeating Young Mannie. Obviously slow and sluggish from his hard-fought victory, Nathaniel often slows down, catching his breath and recuperating, as he climbs down. Waiting for him at the bottom of the scaffold, is none other than 4CW CEO, Perry Wallace.

VASSA: ”Damn, Perry came out of no where!”
JOHNSON: ”We were just so consumed with the madness that we didn’t even notice him.”
POWERS: ”Your winner and still 4CW Extreme Champion, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
As the EMTs continue to work on Ramero, Nathaniel climbs down the last little bit, and sees that Perry Wallace is waiting for him, with the Extreme Championship in his hands.

VASSA: ”Oh, no, this isn’t good!”
JOHNSON: ”Perry Wallace has the title, and it belongs to Nathaniel Havok!”
VASSA: ”Are they going to go at it, here?”
The two men stand eye to eye, as Perry begins to say something to Nathaniel. Nathaniel nods in agreement with whatever Perry is saying, as he wipes the sweat from his face. As the two continue to stare each other in the eye, Perry finished whatever he’s saying, and then extends his hand to Nathaniel.

JOHNSON: ”What!?!? Perry Wallace wants to shake his hand!?!?”
VASSA: ”What in the hell is going on, here?”
As the crowd watches on in anticipation of what Nathaniel will do, Nathaniel begins to say something to Perry, who also nods his head, agreeing with the Extreme Champion.

JOHNSON: ”And he accepts the handshake!!!”
Nathaniel sees that Perry agrees, and extends his hand as well. The two men shake hands, and Perry hands the Extreme Championship over to its rightful owner. Nathaniel makes a quick exit up the ramp, as Perry stands by the scaffold, applauding his Extreme Champion.

JOHNSON: ”The two finally respect each other!”
VASSA: ”It’s about time these two stopped bickering at each other!”

Cameras fade inside the dressing room of Dustin James Holt as he is sitting cross legged on the floor. He doesn’t have his face paint on yet. His wife is sitting in front of him getting ready to apply the face paint.

DUSTIN JAMES HOLT: ”Tonight will mark the night, The Bizarre Psycho will realize his destiny. He will finally collect his 101st championship throughout his career. Before I can do that, I must go through 8 other people to do it.”
Dustin closes his eyes as Jenifer begins to apply his face paint. Jenifer glances over at the camera while pausing with the face paint.

JENIFER HOLT: ”Everyone will fall at the feet of my husband. You all will be scared out of your skin. The 101st championship will finally be a reality.”
She resumes putting the face paint on her husband as he remains with his eyes shut. He resumes speaking with his eyes closed.

DUSTIN JAMES HOLT: ”There is no reason for me to continue speaking about my opponents. They are nothing compared too me and I will prove it. The dark days are upon us for THE PSYCHO COMETH!!!”
Dustin’s face paint is still getting put on as the cameras cut back to ringside.



JOHNSON: ”Well it’s time for our second of four title matches tonight, this one a triple threat!”
VASSA: ”The champ is really at a disadvantage here…”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, he doesn’t need to be pinned in order to lose his title tonight. If Jett Wilder pins Shane Borderland or vice versa, they’ll be walking out as the new 4CW Pride Champion!”
VASSA: ”Jason Sanity’s title reign may be coming to an end. I have to put my money on Jett Wilder. Daysi Doll has made it abundantly clear that she will do ANYTHING for her son to succeed in this business!”
JOHNSON: ”Anything is right…Well let’s get at it. He’s going up against two clydesdales in Jason Sanity and Shane Borderland…”
Mike Powers interjects from the DJ booth to make the official introductions for the title match. The camera crew cuts from the announce table and focuses solely on the announcer as he speaks.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challengers, first, being accompanied to the ring by Daysi Doll, weighing in at one hundred forty-five pounds, from Los Angeles, California…JETT WILDER!!”
The lights go dark as the beginning of “My Moment” by DJ Drama hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing as out from the back wearing this weeks designer dress and heels is Daysi Doll who draws some whistles and a few cheers from the crowd as she walks her way down to the ring the camera man following her along the way as the camera seems ready to follow her until Jett Wilder pulls the camera away from her back to him at the top of the ramp, looking at himself in the lens as she pushes the camera away and stands back posing at the top of the ramp with his arms spread wide, nodding his head as the boos now pick up as he walks down with his towel over his shoulders around his neck.
Walking with that swag in his step he gets booed all the way as he heads down the ramp, ignoring the crowd and holding up his arms out at his side as he screams out
“Its My Moment!” as he walks around the ring where we rejoin Daysi now who is signing stuff at ringside as Jett walks behind her, the camera completely ignoring him for his mother as she signs shirts and other apparel at ringside as Wilder can be seen posing on the top rope in the background as he jumps down disappearing out of the camera angle until his opponent is ready to make their entrance.
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.
The entrance way lights up as “Come with me” by Puff Daddy roars over the theatre speakers. Two white spotlights focus on the entrance, the curtain pulls aside, and out walks Jason Sanity. Dressed in his familiar black hooded sleeveless sweatshirt with the hood up, he pauses at the entrance and raises both arms in the air, fists clenched tight.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is the “Apex Predator” and the 4CW PRIDE CHAMPION, JASON SANITY!”
He lowers his arms, his eyes focused ahead of him, and makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steel ring steps, slides through the second and third rope, then ascends to the second turnbuckle facing the audience. Again he lifts his arms in the air, fists clenched, then lifts his head back, causing his hood to fall from his head. He lowers his head, a smirk painted on his expression, then dismounts from the turnbuckle

JOHNSON: ”No words are going to do justice for the intensity amongst these three individuals…”
VASSA: ”The strap is on the line and all three want to walk out as the Pride Champion!”
JOHNSON: ”The ref has spoke to all three competitors, he’s checked for foreign objects…it’s go time!”
The three converge on the center of the ring, Borderland makes the first move, throwing a right hand at Jason Sanity. Sanity ducks underneath but before he could counter, Jett Wilder blindsides him with a clubbing blow to the back. Sanity steps forward but shows no sign of any real damage done. He turns towards Wilder and hits him with a standing dropkick! Wilder bounces off of the canvass and pops up to his feet, getting hit with a second straight standing dropkick. Wilder gets backed against the ropes as he staggers to his feet and gets whipped across the ring. Sanity follows and flattens him with a running clothesline. He turns around to get an eye on Borderland but is snapped down to the canvass with a powerslam! Shane pulls Sanity to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Shane begins pummeling him with right hands, Sanity drops down closer to the canvass with every blow. Suddenly Wilder gets a hand on Borderland’s shoulder and pulls him from the corner. Wilder then steps in and begins hitting Sanity with right hands, finishing the job and dropping him to a seated position in the corner. Borderland watches as Wilder grins, proud of the damage he’s done. Wilder steps out from the corner and is slammed backwards over Shane’s head with a gargoyle suplex!

JOHNSON: ”Wilder let his inexperience get the best of him. He completely forgot Shane was standing directly behind him…”
VASSA: ”Your head has to be on a swivel! Looks like Shane may have the upper hand early.”
Shane drops down to one knee and begins hitting Wilder with right hands. He pops up to his feet and turns his attention back to Sanity whose rising to his feet. Shane allows for Sanity to stagger out of the corner before being hit with a knee to the midsection. Shane grabs Sanity with a double underhook and flips him over with a butterfly suplex. Borderland quickly floats over with the first pin attempt of the match.
Wilder drops down with an axe handle smash across Shane’s back to break up the pin. Wilder pulls Shane aside and throws him out of the ring through the ropes before trying to take advantage of Shane’s offense with a cover on Sanity.
Sanity powers out before the ref closed in on two.

JOHNSON: ”Now that’s a strategy that could work for the young Jett Wilder.”
VASSA: ”But it’s too early. Jett should’ve let Shane wear Jason Sanity down a bit more before trying for the win.”
Shane slides back into the ring under the ropes and quickly pounces on Jett Wilder. He drags him to his feet while mixing in a few stiff shots. Shane whips Wilder across the ring and on the rebound locks in a standing sleeperhold. Shane then drops down, driving Wilder backwards with a sleeper drop. He pops up to his feet and mouths off for a moment before being caught off guard by a roundhouse kicks from Jason Sanity! Shane drops to the canvass but quickly rolls out of harms way. He watches with his back against the security railing as Sanity turns his attention to Wilder. Sanity stalks Wilder as he climbs to his feet and sends him right back down to the canvass with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Sanity moves to Wilder’s side and flips himself backwards with a standing moonsault. Sanity sticks the landing and hooks a leg.
While making the pin attempt, Shane ran around the ring to the side closest to his opponents and then pulled Sanity off of Wilder by his feet to break up the pin attempt. Sanity lands on his feet ringside and he ducks a lariat attempt from Borderland. Sanity then kicks Borderland in the gut and sends him down to the mats with a snap suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Sanity ducked under that lariat and turned the situation to his favor!”
VASSA: ”But he’s not paying attention to Wilder…And Wilder is on one knee on the opposite side of the ring getting some advice from his mother.”
Wilder explodes across the ring. He grabs the top rope and flips himself over the top rope, crashing down with a senton to Jason Sanity! Sanity crashes into the security railing and Wilder bounces up to his feet. Shane Borderland pulls himself up to his feet by pulling on the ring apron and slides back into the ring. Wilder turns his attention to the Bad Boy and follows him into the ring. Wilder waits as Shane stands up…he leaps up for a hurricanrana but Shane catches him and dangles him upside down. Shane powers him back up, looking for a powerbomb but Wilder rolls behind him and down his back into a victory roll…
Shane manages to kick Wilder in the face, breaking up the pin attempt. Sanity slides back into the ring and charges across the ring, hitting Shane with a shoulder block and knocking him out of the ring and onto the apron.

JOHNSON: ”A series of counter led to a pin attempt by Jett Wilder…”
VASSA: ”And yet, Jason Sanity ends up with the upper hand. Borderland is out on the apron and he’s setting his sights on Jett Wilder.”
Sanity grabs a hold of Wilder’s foot and drags him to the middle of the ring. Sanity steps over and flips Wilder onto his stomach locking in an STF! Wilder begins clawing at the mat, trying to drag Sanity’s additional weight to the ropes to break up the submission. Borderland steps into the and marches towards his opponents. He pries one of Sanity’s arms free and drops down into a crossface! Shane wrenches back on Sanity as he wrenches back on Wilder. The dual submission holds force the ref to check both Wilder and Sanity for a tap out. Neither gives any sign of quitting. Sanity releases his hold of Wilder and begins dragging Borderland towards the ropes. Shane releases the submission and quickly drops an elbow down onto Sanity’s back. Shane lifts Sanity up to his feet and shoves him from behind. Sanity stumbles forward and bounces off of the ropes, staggering backwards. Shane leaps up, grabs Sanity by the head and drives him backwards down onto his knees with the Spinal Tap! Shane flips Sanity over hooks a leg for the cover.
Wilder dives onto Shane, breaking up the pinfall.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen dual submission holds like that Vinny…”
VASSA: ”Neither could get enough leverage to fully lock in their submissions. And now, the guy on the bottom of that pile is the only one on his feet!”
Wilder lifts Shane up to his feet and whips him across the ring. As Shane rebounds, Jett charges and takes him out with his Gotcha’ bicycle kick! Wilder looks over towards his mother at ringside and she’s barking out instructions. Jett moves to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. He sits perched on the top turnbuckle and watches as Shane pushes up to his feet. Shane shakes his head, trying to shake out the cobwebs before turning to find Wilder flying directly at him, hitting a flying crossbody that he calls Jett Plane! Jett sticks the landing and hooks a leg, anxiously anticipating the refs count.
Sanity plays the role of spoiler as he dives onto Jett, breaking up his pin attempt.

JOHNSON: ”Daysi Doll looks furious that Jason Sanity may have just stole a championship winning pinfall from her son!”
VASSA: ”That’s the second straight pinfall that could have ended the match had it not been for the third participant of this match. First Shane Borderland with the Spinal Tap and then Jett Wilder nailed Shane with the Jett Plane.”
Sanity pulls Jett Wilder up to his feet and grabs him with a modified muay thai clinch. He drives his knees upwards, hitting Jett in the sternum before backing him against the ropes. Sanity whips Jett across the ring and times the rebound, hitting him with his Lights Out superkick! Jett flies backwards and hits the canvass hard. Sanity climbs up to the second rope in the nearby corner and lines up Wilder. He dives off of the ropes and hits a stiff leg drop across the chest of Wilder that he calls the Sanitizer. Sanity rolls over into a pin attempt and hooks a leg.
The ref stops his own count as he sees Wilder’s foot on the bottom rope. What he didn’t see was Daysi Doll placing her sons foot there.

JOHNSON: ”Another pin attempt that could have ended this match. This time though it wasn’t one of the competitors who had a hand in stopping the pinfall.”
VASSA: ”Daysi Doll is not going to let her son lose this match that easily. If she can play a factor, she will…”
Shane pulls himself up to his feet as Sanity is questioning the referee and pointing towards Daysi Doll. Shane sneaks up behind Sanity and grabs him with a back to back snapmare. Sanity throws a back elbow to the side and breaks free of Borderland’s Infusion attempt. He charges Shane as he backs up towards the ropes. Shane drops down and pulls on the top rope, allowing Sanity to crash over the ropes and down to the ringside area. Shane sits up and turns his attention to Wilder as he pulls himself up to his feet. Shane grabs Wilder with a back to back snapmare. Shane twists his body and drives Wilder down, driving his head into the canvass with the swinging inverted snapmare driver that he calls the Infusion. Shane drops down onto Jett and hooks the leg looking for the cover. Shane notices that Daysi Doll had climbed up onto the apron and distracted the referee. He smacks the canvass and stomps up to his feet.

VASSA: ”Shane is not happy…”
JOHNSON: ”Do you blame him? He’s got this match won right now. But the ref is smitten over Daysi Doll who has no business being on the ring apron!”
Shane pulls the ref away and begins arguing with him. Meanwhile, Sanity slid back into the ring and charged across, leaping up and hitting Shane with a forearm smash. Shane falls backwards and bumps Daysi Doll, forcing her to fall off of the apron and landing awkwardly onto her ankle. Sanity takes another step towards Shane who dips his shoulder and lifts Sanity clear over the top rope. Sanity lands on the ring apron and waits for Shane to spin around before launching himself over the top rope, grabbing Shane with a front face lock, and twisting into a slingshot tornado DDT! Sanity turns and sees Wilder pulling himself up to his feet. He jumps him from behind and drives his head down into the mat with his Endgame falling reverse DDT! Sanity hooks a leg as he makes the cover.
Sanity quickly rolls off of Wilder and under the bottom rope as Borderland begins to get to his feet. The referee jumps out and fetches the 4CW Pride Championship, meeting Jason Sanity as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, via pinfall…STILL 4CW Pride Champion, JASON SANITY!”
”Come With Me” by Puff Daddy takes over the venues PA System as he hoists the 4CW Pride Championship above his head at the foot of the entranceway.

JOHNSON: ”What a match! Jason Sanity retains despite all of the odds against him.”
VASSA: ”A match that will surely leave a bad taste in the mouth of both Shane Borderland and Jett Wilder. Both were so close to taking the title home…”

Shortly after Khris Young’s match with Flipp Porter, we catch him backstage, standing at the entrance to his dressing room. He is talking with someone who appears to be on the staff for 4CW. After a brief chit chat, the two break away as Young catches the camera staring him down. Without being asked, he motions them into his room and begins speaking into the camera.

YOUNG: “So what did you all think? Were you all not entertained?! Round two is in the books and I’m ecstatic. I wasn’t sure of what the outcome would be, but I knew this second match would be ten times better than the first.”
Khris grabs a towel and wraps it around his neck.

YOUNG: “I showed that I could hang with the young bucks. I said it in my first week, I said it in my second week, and I’ll say it again…Khris Young is back.”
He bows his head and quickly raises it back up.

YOUNG: “I’m putting the entire roster on notice.”
Khris gives a little nod to the cameras to let them know that he’s done talking. They exit his room and shut the door.

The cameras shift backstage where Lo’Renzo Porter is walking along the corridors after stepping out of the gentlemans room. He walks at a different beat still feeling some aches from his bout versus Khris Young earlier in the show. He winces while taking a step about to walk into his locker room when he see’s Frankie Morrison walking out of his office. Flipp clears his throat to get the GM’s attention.

FLIPP: “Yooooo Frankie what’s good man?!!”
Frankie Morrison stops dead in his tracks and turns towards the voice that called out his name. He was flanked by a nameless stagehand who was walking with a clipboard held securely against her chest.

MORRISON: ”Mr. Porter…How could I help you?”
Lo’Renzo closes his locker room door and takes the measly steps it took to get to Frankie.

FLIPP: “I just wanna thank you for the opprotunity to be apart of Four C Dub one more time. I don’t think I told you face to face yet so yeah brah. You enjoying the show so far GM?”
Frankie Morrison smirked before whispering into the stagehands ear, sending her on her way.

MORRISON: ”No need to thank me. Opportunities are a dime a dozen in this industry. It’s what you do with your opportunities that define your career. You’ve just finished your second career match tonight, correct?”
Lo’Renzo nods his head with a wave of his finger.

FLIPP: “You right man. That was on point, and yeah GM tonight was my second career match. Two down with more to go.”
MORRISON: ”And in those two matches you have caught the attention of the world. It’s not always about how many wins you pile up in some dusty ole record book. You keep doing what you’re doing and a legacy will be born…”
Flipp agrees with the nod of his head once more. A smile flashing to his face.

FLIPP: “Yessur Mr. Morrison. That’s what I’m tryna do. Build a legacy, and I’m gone be doing that right here in Four C Dub….I’m glad i’ve caught your attention man. Means allot bra brah.”
MORRISON: ”Not just my attention…You’ve got the chance to really show the world what Lo’Renzo Porter is about. Between what you’ve done so far in 4CW and what you will do in the future…I’m sure you’ll captivate the world! You ever need anything, my door is always open.”
FlIPP: “For sure man. I will do that, but let me get outta here. You know Jacinta’s birthday bash going on and im tryna get me some grub. I’ll catch you later bra brah.”
Lo’renzo and Frankie share a handshake before they go on their seperate ways.



JOHNSON: ”Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage asked for this upcoming match. Mike Harrison and Equinox definitely have been building up some steam in the tag division but New Gen Rising could have curbed that by beating the would be challengers.”
VASSA: ”Well they didn’t…They got themselves disqualified and delivered a statement by driving Equinox through a table.”
JOHNSON: ”And now he we are…a tag team tables match for the gold!”
VASSA: ”This would be pretty embarrassing for the champs if they came out here after demanding this match and dropped the titles to The Carnival.”
JOHNSON: ”I get that the champs are trying to make a statement but the Carnival is undefeated for a reason…they’re a talented team with the whole world ahead of them.”
Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa paused as they gazed into the camera lense before it cut to the DJ booth where Mike Powers was standing idly by.

POWERS: ”The following contest is a Tag Team Championship match that will be contested in a tables match! The team that wins is the first to put both of their opponents through a table! Introducing the challengers, first…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from St Louis, Missouri…The Charismatic Renegade…EQUINOX!!”
Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella. He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps before pulling up the ring apron and cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused. Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt as he let out a bloody scream.

POWERS: ”…And his partner…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds…from Blackpool, England but currently residing in Malibu, California…The Lionheart…MIKE HARRISON!!”
“Beast” by Nico Vega can be heard through the sound system and Harrison emerges from behind the black curtain. Upon seeing Harrison the crowd springs into life with cheers that echo around the arena. He stops and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smile on his face. A few moments pass and Harrison makes his way down the ramp to the ring and taps the hands of fans along the way. When he reaches the ring he stops and stares intently at the ring, a moment later he slides under the bottom rope and runs towards the corner of the ring and springs up onto the top turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd as the drums midway through the song begin to get into motion and Harrison closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat.

POWERS: ”And their opponents…at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds…they are the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Jace Savage…Brian Hollywood…NEW…GEN…RISING!!”
“I play you lose” hits the speakers as New Gen Rising Brian Hollywood, and Jace Savage walk out on to the ramp. The make their way to the ring yelling insults at the crowd. Upon reaching the ring they split up and head to different corners to walk up the steps. Jace and Brian wipe their feet off on the apron at the same time before climbing through the ropes. They walk to opposite corners and climb to the second turnbuckle. They yell more insults at the crowd before hopping off the turnbuckle ready to face their opponents.

JOHNSON: ”The fans are electric… They can sense the intensity that shrouds this matchup”
VASSA: ”Well this is it…You decide to become a tag team, this is the moment you hunt for; a shot at the 4CW Tag Team Championships.”
JOHNSON: ”You just have to hope that New Gen Rising didn’t get into the Carnival’s heads two weeks ago. They need to keep their cool and remain focused on the prize at the end of the road…”
New Gen Rising hand the 4CW Tag Team Championships to the referee. They immediately slip passed and pounce on their challengers, hammering away at them with clubbing blows to the back. The referee quickly hands the belts to the time keeper and calls for the opening bell.
Brian Hollywood pairs off with Mike Harrison and Jace Savage pairs off with Equinox. Hollywood backs Harrison into the corner and after a few stiff right hands, he turns Harrison around towards one of the ropes and pulls down on his head, using the top rope as leverage to help choke his opponent out. Equinox blocks a few right hands and tosses Savage aside with a hip toss. He quickly turns to help his partner and elbows Hollywood in the back of the head. He shoves Hollywood into the corner hits him with a hard knife edged chop. Harrison joins his partner, each grabs a hand of Hollywood and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Equinox then grabs Harrison and whips him towards Brian Hollywood for added momentum. Harrison flattens Hollywood with a running clothesline. Equinox charges in an attempt to follow but runs into a surprising calf kick from Jace Savage!

VASSA: ”Ouch!”
JOHNSON: ”That calf kick acts as a rising leg lariat and Equinox’s head snapped back horrifically.”
Harrison turns to see his partner’s head whip back and bounce off of the mat. He charges Jace and gets flipped overhead with a back body drop. Savage spins around and jumps on Harrison as he tries to push up to his feet. He secures one hand around Harrison’s waist and begins hitting him with some hammer fists to the back of the head with his free hand. He manages to knock Harrison off of his base and flattens him to the canvass. Savage quickly transitions from the ground and pound to a fujiwara armbar! Savage leans back, putting all of his weight on the shoulder of Mike Harrison while cranking his arm upwards. Hollywood stumbles out of the corner and adds insult to injury by stomping at Mike Harrison’s head while the submission hold is in full effect.

JOHNSON: ”That submission’s sole purpose is to wear down Mike Harrison. There are no submissions in this match folks; no pinfalls and no disqualifications.”
VASSA: ”The only way a team is winning is when both members of the opposing team has gone through a table. So in other words…this is going to get violent very soon!”
Savage releases the submission hold and slides out of the ring. Hollywood turns towards Equinox and lifts him up to his feet. He whips Equinox across the ring and dips his shoulder on the rebound. Equinox comes to screeching halt and kicks Hollywood in the face as he bent over. Hollywood straightens up, holding his chest before throwing a lackluster lariat Equinox’s way. Equinox ducks under and steps behind Hollywood, he quickly reaches back and locks his arms with both of his before exploding forward with a backslide driver! Equinox turns his attention to Jace Savage as he slides a table that he grabbed from under the ring into the ring. Equinox charges and hits a suicide dive through the ropes, knocking Savage back into the security railing.
Hollywood begins to stir, pulling himself up to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes. Equinox slides into the ring and grabs Hollywood and pulls him backwards, forcing him to bridge before being planted down with a reverse DDT! Equinox turns his attention to the table that Savage had slid into the ring. Equinox stands the table up in the corner, leaning it against the turnbuckle before finally standing Hollywood up against it. Harrison collects himself and catches wind of Equinox’s intentions. Harrison drops down to his hands and knees, forming a base for Equinox to leap off of. Equinox charges and hops off of Harrison, looking for Poetry in Motion but Hollywood falls forward and Equinox crashes through the table!

JOHNSON: ”That does not constitute as an elimination. Equinox’s own momentum sent him through the table…”
VASSA: ”That may not be an elimination but Equinox may be out of this match for awhile! That was like a high speed car wreck!”
Harrison gets up to his knees, still holding his shoulder from the earlier armbar and turns towards Hollywood as he begins getting to his feet. He hits Hollywood with a few clubbing blows before the rug is pulled out from underneath him as Jace Savage grabs him by his feet and pulls him down and out under the bottom rope. Harrison ends up on his feet and surprisingly nails Savage with a right hand that knocks him back a step or two. Before he could continue the attack, Hollywood grabs the top rope and launches himself up and over, crashing down on Mike Harrison! Hollywood and Savage then both lift Harrison up and quickly snap him back down onto the mats that surround the ringside area with a double suplex! Hollywood drops down and begins hammering at Harrison as Savage turns his attention under the ring and pulls out another table. Savage sets the table and positions it perpendicular with the ring. He steps around it and directs Hollywood up to the ring apron as he lifts Harrison up with an electric chair. Savage turns and faces the the table as Hollywood begins to run along the apron. Before he gets a chance to leap off at Mike Harrison, Equinox pops up to his feet and bumps Hollywood off the apron, falling behind Savage and Harrison, crashing into the security railing. Harrison punches Savage in the top of the head and then slips down behind him. He secures a rear waist lock on Savage and turns him around. Savage frantically rips at Harrison’s grip and hits him with a few back elbows to break free. Equinox then comes flying off of the top rope with a crossbody, crashing into Savage before he could mount any offense.

JOHNSON: ”Equinox just sacrificed his body, sensing that Mike Harrison could be in trouble…”
VASSA: ”That may be an honorable thing to do, but the more punishment he puts himself through, the harder it will be to fight off a possible elimination…”
Harrison shakes out the cobwebs and pries Brian Hollywood from the security railing. He tosses Hollywood back into the ring, under the ropes, and then turns his attention to the table at ringside. Harrison folds up the legs and sends it under the ring ropes right behind Hollywood and then climbs up onto the apron. He climbs the to the top turnbuckle and watches as Hollywood rises to his feet. Harrison flies off of the top rope, hitting a flying clothesline. He pushes to his feet, clutching at his previously damaged arm that he used in the high risk maneuver. Harrison slowly sets the table up in the middle of the ring and turns back towards Hollywood. Hollywood reaches up, grabbing Harrison by the front of his trunks and falls backwards, pulling Harrison down and sending him tumbling through the ropes and back to the ringside area. Equinox had been on his knees, watching the action and quickly slides into the ring. He charges at Hollywood as he staggers in the ring. Hollywood instinctively flips Equinox over with a back body drop that just misses the table that was set up inside the ring. Savage climbs up and sneaks into the ring. Hollywood notices and stands on one side of the table as Savage watches Equinox climb to his feet. Equinox turns towards Savage and he lifts him up with a flapjack over the table. Hollywood hops up and catches Equinox in the air with a diamond cutter to drive him through the table for the first elimination!

JOHNSON: ”We have our first elimination! And it was done the same exact way that the previous meeting between these two ended!”
VASSA: ”And now this has just become a handicap match! Two on one…If Mike Harrison wants those tag straps he needs to find a way to put both Hollywood and Savage through a table with seemingly one arm.”
Harrison stands up watching ringside as the ref clears the debris and Equinox is escorted backstage by security personnel. Harrison drops down and reaches under the ring as Savage and Hollywood slide out from underneath opposite sides over the ring. They converge on Mike Harrison who suddenly pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring. Harrison cracks Jace Savage in the gut. Harrison spins around and cracks Brian Hollywood in the head as he charges, leveling him out. Harrison turns back around and once again uses the kendo stick to the head, dropping Savage and sending splinters flying through the first row of the audience. Harrison throws the kendo stick down and quickly starts digging back under the ring. Harrison drags out a table and slides it into the ring. Harrison turns back and forth between both members of New Gen Rising before lifting Jace up and tossing him into the ring.

JOHNSON: ”He’s got a chance to get one of these guys out and turn this into a singles match…”
VASSA: ”Yeah but he’s going to have get moving…Hollywood is a vet in this business. It’s not the first time someone’s shattered a kendo stick over his head. He’ll be up and looking for retribution very soon…”
Harrison is up to his feet immediately and watches as Jace struggles to his. Harrison flips him down to the canvass with a snapmare and quickly dropkicks him to the back of the head. Harrison takes the opportunity to lift up the table and set it up near the corner. He turns back around and begins lifts Savage up to his feet. Before he could amount any offense, Hollywood snuck into the ring and clobbered Harrison with the broken kendo stick to the injured shoulder! Hollywood drops the kendo stick and bounces himself off of the ropes, connecting with a running big boot that takes Harrison down to the mat. Savage and Hollywood seem to collect themselves and they begin stomping away at Mike Harrison as he tries to cover up and deflect the kicks from causing any serious damage. He ends up under the bottom rope and Savage leans through the ropes to lift him up on the apron. Hollywood and Savage each grab a hold of Harrison and then lift him up and suplex him back into the ring. Savage then drags Harrison to the table and lays him flat on top of it as Hollywood climbs to the top rope. Hollywood pauses for a moment, measuring his opponent up before trying for his 450 splash that he calls the Paycheck! Harrison rolls off of the table just before the point of impact and Brian Hollywood crashes through the table!

JOHNSON: ”Hollywood isn’t out of this match but he may be incapacitated for a bit.”
VASSA: ”Savage has just seen the mishap! He’s already outside grabbing another table!”
As Savage drags another table out from under the ring, Mike Harrison slide outs of the ring. He crouches down by the apron, watching as Savage sets the table up. Harrison climbs up onto the apron and runs across it, hitting a Busaiku Knee Kick! Harrison is slow to his feet but gets up before Savage shows any sign of movement. Harrison drags Savage over to the table he had set up and lays him on top of it. Harrison then signals for the fans to move out of the way. He climbs up onto the security railing and slowly rises, trying to gain his balance while keeping an eye on Savage. Harrison leaps off with his Star Struck shooting star press and crashes down onto Jace Savage, sending him through the table!

JOHNSON: ”There it is! The first of two eliminations that Mike Harrison needs to make in order to win the tag titles for the Carnival!”
VASSA: ”But that move may have taken a toll! A shooting star press off of the security railing through a table! Wow!”
Hollywood crawls out of the ring and moves towards Harrison and Savage. Hollywood drags Harrison out of the pile and pulls him to his feet ringside. Harrison pushes Hollywood back, creating separation and then leaping up and hitting a hurricanrana into the entranceway! Hollywood bounces off of the unprotected floor and sits upright. Harrison seems to get a second wind riding the emotions of the fans. The emotional lift allows for Harrison to find the strength to get back to the ring and drag out another table. Harrison drags it towards Hollywood and sets it up. Harrison stands Hollywood up and knees him in the gut. He grabs him with a double underhook and lines the table up behind him. He tries to lift Hollywood but halfway up he kicks his legs and gets back down to his feet. Harrison releases and tries for a clothesline as Hollywood stands upright. Hollywood ducks underneath the clothesline and hits Harrison with the Executive Promise superkick!

VASSA: ”Yeah but Brian Hollywood still needs to find a way to get him through that table in order to retain!”
Hollywood looks back at the ring and pulls up the ring apron. He drags out a large metal ladder and drags it to the entranceway. Hollywood sets the ladder up near the table and turns back towards Mike Harrison. Hollywood watches as Harrison slowly stumbles to his feet. Hollywood charges and folds him in half with a spear! Hollywood then lifts Harrison up and rolls him onto the table and sets his sights on the ladder. Hollywood climbs up to the top and then leaps off with the Paycheck 450 splash, this time connecting and sending Harrison through the table! The ref looks back towards the timekeeper and signals for the bell.

JOHNSON: ”New Gen Rising retains…”
VASSA: ”Unreal! When does the conversation about them being one of the best tag teams today begin?”
”I Play, You Lose” blasts through the speakers as Jace Savage staggers towards his partner with the 4CW Tag Team Championships in hand.

POWERS: ”And your winners…STILL…4CW Tag Team Champions…NEW GEN RISING!”

A few production staff are standing backstage chatting amongst themselves as the cameras cut to the hallways. Team Slayer is playing with Yoyos around the corner of another branch of hallway. Everything seems cool and calm until Jason Cashe comes storming into the scene. Dried cake crumbs stuck in his beard from earlier and the blood from Tidus Howe still stained on his hands. Scanning the hallways, looking, still hunting after the man who bloodied Tidus Howe..”Lord” Raab. Billy & The Kid see Cashe and step in front of him as he heads down the hallway in a blind rage.

BILLY: “Aww someone looks glum bro!”
THE KIDD: “Sure does, he’s glum for sure Dude!”
Not responding, Cashe palms The Kidd to his face and shoves him back. Billy looking offended shoves back at Cashe as he passes by. Cashe spins back and clocks Billy to the jaw, dropping him in the one punch. The screams of Billy roar and echo through the hallway. The Kidd hurries to his feet as Cashe turns from them and the yoyo in Kidd’s hand launches and pops Cashe to the back of his head. He stops in his stride.

THE KIDD: “I got him bro! Redemption!”
Turning back to Team Slayer, the South West Champion without his belt approaches them. Kidd is standing but Billy is on the ground crying from the punch that took him off his feet. Cashe leans in and gets close to The Kidd.

CASHE: “Have you seen Raab?”
THE KIDD: “Looney Tune? Nope haven’t seen him. You see him brother?”
Looking down, Billy is crying with a face full of tears and a red shiner forming on his left cheek. He sniffles and pouts as he looks up at his brother and then over at Cashe. Not able to talk without sounding whiny, he simply points at the sign posted on the wall. It’s the sign showing direction to the entrance. Cashe knows Raab is headed to the ring and knows the time for the match has come. Like neither of them existed, Cashe turns away from Team Slayer and heads in the direction of the entrance.

THE KIDD: “We might see a murder tonight, come on cry baby let’s get to a TV!”

Sydney Hollister and Natasha Blankenship are standing outside of the Jubilee theatre. Garry Zane and Vicki Johnson follow them outside the theatre. Sydney and Natasha continues walking away from the theatre until they are out of sight of everyone. Vicki is looking at them while still holding her clipboard.

VICKI JOHNSON: ”What is this all about girls? We still have a lot of things to do before you are booked next. The All Stars family are thrilled that you finally won a match. However, they need you to stop losing.”
SYDNEY HOLLISTER: ”Will you shut up?”
Vicki looks up from her clipboard as her jaw drops. Garry steps in front of Vicki and puts hands in the air.

GARRY ZANE: ”Girls, let’s talk about this alright. You are still part of one the most prestigious groups of all time.”
NATASHA BLANKENSHIP: ”Do you two even hear yourselves? Sydney and I have been talking and we have decided to leave your precious All Stars all together. When those two basketball jokes were teaming together they couldn’t win a single match. The moment Sydney and I have become a closer team. Which is the reason we are out here in front of the Jubilee Theatre instead inside of it. We have changed a few things.”
VICKI JOHNSON: ”Changes? You can’t make any changes without my consent. Now stop this nonsense and get back inside. We need to discuss your next public appearance.”
Sydney rips the clipboard out of Vicki’s hand and breaks it over her knee. Vicki’s jaw drops even further as Sydney flips her hair.

SYDNEY HOLLISTER: ”What part of shut up did you not get Vicki? I swear you both care more about lining your own pockets instead of us. Which is why we have taken over the All Stars Incorporated. You can consider this a hostile takeover with help from a few people who needed to be out from under your rule. Garry, Vicki…please allow me to introduce your replacements.”
Four different camera angles show four women walking down the Vegas strip toward them. Each woman is coming from a different location wearing different things. They finally reach the area where the “All Stars” are standing as Garry and Vicki are surprised. Vicki tries to plead as Garry pulls out a bundle of cash. Two of the women are the former cheerleaders of the All Stars. Another woman is a blonde and the final woman has black curly hair. A fifth female walks out from the Jubilee theatre as Sydney and Natasha wave at her.

URSULA PALMER: ”Surprised to see me Vicki, well you should be since you nearly ruined my career. Luckily, these girls listened to me and now i like you to witness the dawning of a new era. The era of Queens Incorporated. Seeing how we have the Queen of Cards, the Country Queen and now the Queen of Queens, we shall not be stopped. With that being said, Vicki and Garry you both are FIRED.”
Natasha, Ursula, and Sydney turn away from the two fired employees as they start walking down the Vegas strip. Vicki and Garry just watch and stare as the cameras switch back inside the theatre.



VASSA: ”This is it folks, our main event!”
JOHNSON: ”This huge match for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship has been weeks in the making, months even. The time has come to put it all on the line!”
VASSA: ”The extra ring is up and the cage is has been hanging above all night. It’s now time to get down to business.”
JOHNSON: ”Alright ladies and gents, let me give you all the specifics on this match and how everything works.”
VASSA: ”Mayhem is how this match is going to work.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s going to be plenty of mayhem taking place in side of that steel cage up above. In just a few moments, we’re going to lower that cage over the two side by side rings. Two wrestlers will start the match. Every three minutes a wrestler will enter the match one after the other. When everyone has entered the cage, then and only then can the match be ended. Pin falls aren’t going to do it tonight, oh no. The only way a winner will be determined tonight is by submission or surrender. The first wrestler to make another submit or surrender will win the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
VASSA: ”So pin falls won’t do it?”
JOHNSON: ”Not tonight! This is going to be a brutal and bloody match.”
VASSA: ”So what order will everyone be in?”
JOHNSON: ”I’m glad you ask, Vinny. I have the order right here in front of me. Dustin James Holt and the champ, Jason Cashe, will kick things off as the two to start the match.”
VASSA: ”Cashe is starting the match and defending? Boy, he has his work cut out for him being in the ring for so long before a winner can be determined.”
JOHNON: ”Indeed he does, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”So who will come to the ring next?”
JOHNSON: ”You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself. I don’t want to spoil it for the fans watching.”
VASSA: ”Keeping us in suspense… tool.”
JOHNSON: ”If you wanted to know so badly, you could look at the same schedule of events memo that I have. You do have one right there in front of you.”
VASSA: ”That’s what you’re here for. Have I ever read one of these?”
JOHNSON: ”Can’t say that you have. Sometimes I wonder how you even have this gig.”
VASSA: ”I call matches, that’s what I do. Lets not beat around the bush. I’m good at what I do, one of the best in the business.”
JOHNSON: ”One of the best? Where does that leave me?”
VASSA: ”As a part of the best duo in wrestling commentary hands down.”
JOHNSON: ”I honestly don’t know how to respond to that.”
VASSA: ”You don’t have to say a word. They’re ready to lower the cage. Watch me work…”
JOHNSON: ”Alright! Well, it’s time to get down to business. While we wait for the cage to lower, I want to touch base on the fact that this match was supposed to take place with eight wrestlers and not seven.”
VASSA: ”Everyone knows that. Travis Black has his position but now won’t be competing after breaking his arm weeks ago at Adrenaline.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, Vinny. Tonight it will be seven people in action. Six people looking to become the new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion. One person defending what is his, the highest championship in 4CW.”
VASSA: ”This match is going to forever be remembered. I can already tell that it’s going to become an instant classic.”
JOHNSON: ”The cage has been lowered, folks. Our official for this match will be Larry Collins. I think we’re ready to announce some wrestlers.”
VASSA: ”I think we are too. Take it away Mike Powers!”
The sound of a sword slicing something echoes throughout the theatre as a voice screams out “The White coats are coming!” A solid white light shines on the stage as Dr. Alonzo Gomez stands there while holding a clipboard in his hand. The light then dies down again as “Am I a Psycho” begins to play over the sound system. The double doors swing open as Black and Red lights points down over the doorway.

POWERS: ”Our main event will be for the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship;. Introducing to the ring first from The Cosmic Universe. He weighs in at two hundred thirty eight pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is the “Cosmic Psychopath”, Dustin James HHOOLLTT!!!”
Jenifer strokes the statue as she resumes walking down the ramp. Dustin follows her down the ramp til they reach the ring. She motions for him to enter the cage and he complies. She then walks around the cage on the outside as the official doesn’t let her inside. Inside the ring, Dustin reaches up and pulls off his wig. He kneels down and looks up at the statue in her hands on the outside of the cage. He then removes his robe, sits in the corner and begins rocking back and forth while waiting for the match to start.

VASSA: ”Here’s our first competitor and he’s a weird one to say the least.”
JOHNSON: ”Weird or not, Dustin James Holt has earned his spot in this match and will have the opportunity to become the next 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion.”
VASSA: ”He creeps me out with all the face paint.”
JOHNSON: ”Anything creeps you out, you big baby!”
The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck and the South-West Heavyweight championship around his waist. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps the 4CW South-West Heavyweight Championship a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.
“Coming from that H-Town
Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)
Keep a little bit of
That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)
I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)
Got Platinum round my neck so
Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out
I got TITLES sittin around my wrist and
Dog I’m Cashin’ Out
I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck
While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion and “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
As his introduction is over, the flow of Krayzie Bone begins and the smoke begins to pour out from the stage around him. He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan, hurries to remove his championship and roars out to the crowd ferociously. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. At ringside, he enters the cage and leaps up at the side of the steel stairs, grabbing the ring post, lays the championship over the turnbuckle.
He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd. He removes his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant from his neck. He then drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.

JOHNSON: ”The champ is in the cage ladies and gentlemen and he looks ready!”
VASSA: ”This will be Cashe’s second title defense since winning back the championship in July at Ante Up.”
JOHNSON: ”He’s successfully defended it once against Roxi Johnson at Adrenaline a few weeks back while we were finishing off the north-east tour.”
VASSA: ”That was a great match! Tonight won’t be an easy defense as he’ll have six people looking to knock him off the top.”
JOHNSON: ”Being one of the first people in this match, Cashe is going to be worn down before all the others get a chance to step foot in the cage.”
VASSA: ”This is going to be a tough challenge for him. Mr. Wallace knew what he was doing when he decided that Cashe should start the match off.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like the ref is ready to get this match underway.”
The ref checks with each corner before getting a nod from both wrestlers. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.
As the bell sounds over the noise of the crowd, Cashe and Holt both dart out of their corners and rush each other. Greeting each other face to face, the two exchange hits in the center of the ring. Cashe connects with a right hand that staggers Holt slightly. Holt then swings forward and connects with a punch to Cashe’s jaw, knocking him back a couple of steps. Holt then reaches forward and grabs Cashe by the wrist. He pulls Cashe in close to him while driving his shoulder into his, knocking Cashe down to one knee. Holt then steps to the side of Cashe and wraps his arm around him. He goes for a quick side Russian leg sweep but gets surprised with a hard elbow to the forehead. Cashe then throws another elbow and hits Holt right up under the chin, stunning him briefly. Cashe then spins around and positions himself behind Holt. Cashe then pushes Holt forward and throws him to the ropes. Holt bounces off the ropes and comes back at Cashe with a powerful clothesline. Cashe ducks the attack as Holt runs by to the opposite ropes. Holt bounces off and comes back at Cashe who has bent over in the center of the ring. Holt connects with a running kick to the chops that sends Cashe into the air and slamming to his back. Holt then runs to the ropes again and bounces back. As he approaches this time, Holt jumps and drives his feet into the side of Cashe’s head with a running drop kick. Cashe spins over to his stomach as Holt slowly pushes himself up and gets to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”Dustin James Holt is quickly taking control of the match.”
VASSA: ”It’s important that he remains in control the entire time until the next wrestler comes to the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”You would think that but then again, you haven’t looked at the order.”
Holt quickly moves in towards Cashe who is just starting to push himself up. Holt grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him up. Holt connects with a hard right to Cashe’s forehead and knocks him back a step. Holt then kicks him in the stomach and moves in quickly to grab Cashe and flip him over to his back with a snap suplex. As Holt gets to his feet, Cashe pops up. The two quickly rush each other and exchange blows in the center of the ring. Cashe fires away with a hard right but gets his arm caught in the air as Holt blocks the punch. Holt then fires with a right, connecting with Cashe’s forehead. He fires with another and another, knocking Cashe down to one knee with the multiple blows. Holt then jumps in the air and hits Cashe in the mouth with a standing drop kick that knocks him flat to his back. Holt quickly rolls over and pushes himself up. He stomps on Cashe for a few moments before grabbing his right leg and lifting it in the air. Holt then drops down with an elbow across Cashe’s knee as he slams it against the canvas.

VASSA: ”Dustin has the right game plan! This is going to be a long match. Working on Cashe’s legs will help keep the champ down and immobile.”
JOHNSON: ”Cashe isn’t the only one to worry about ion this match. Any one of these seven could walk away with the 4CW South-West Heavyweight championship.”
A loud horn sounds over the theatre as the match continues inside of the cage,

VASSA: ”What was that?”
JOHNSON: ”It’s time to introduce another competitor to the Fright Night War Zone!”
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall. She is “The Perfect Ten”, Kaylyn James EEVVAANNSS!!!”
“What you get is what you see
It won’t take much to get hooked on me
Just shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin..”
“The side effects are sexual are you dying for a taste
The side effects are sexual and I love the way you sayyyy”
The curtains part as Kaylyn comes rushing through and stands there at the top of the ramp with arms wide while spinning around in a slow circle.
“Im your favorite drug, your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
im your favorite drug, your favorite drug
you can’t shake this addiction NO!”
Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring while ignoring the cat calls from the males in the crowd and the boos from everyone else. Getting to the ring, she climbs the stairs and enters into the cage. Ducking underneath the top rope, she enters the ring as the steel cage door slams behind her.

VASSA: ”Kaylyn James Evans is in the house everyone! I love watching her inside of the ring, especially the views from behind.”
JOHNSON: ”Come on, Vinny!”
Holt continues to attack Cashe while he’s down. Out of no where, KJE runs up behind him and drops a double axe handle across his back. Holt stumbles forward but remains on his feet. KJE then walks behind him and grabs him by the head. She walks him to the ropes and then throws him towards them, lifting him off his feet and sending him through the air. Holt hits the ropes as his head slams into the cage. He falls backwards only to have KJE wrap her arms around his waist and lift him in the air. She slams him to the canvas with a German suplex as the fans pop and Cashe slowly gets to his feet with a smile on his face.

JOHNSON: ”If you haven’t noticed ladies and gentlemen, the cage stands just behind the ropes. There’s nowhere to escape once you’re inside of the cage. Kaylyn used that to her advantage as she slammed Holt’s face into the cold steel.”
VASSA: ”There’s just a foot or two of space between the ropes and the cage, just enough to stand on the apron. She really threw Dustin into the air to make him come in contact with the cage.”
Before Kaylyn has a chance to grab Holt, Cashe cuts in and kicks him a few times while he’s down. He stomps on Holt and works around his body until him and KJE are on opposite sides. The two then stomps on Holt together, working both sides of his body. Cashe then bends over and grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. KJE steps in beside Cashe and the two hooks one of Holt’s arms and lift him up into the air and drop him down to the mat with a double suplex. Cashe and KJE slowly get back up as Holt rolls around on the mat holding his back in pain. Cashe then signals for KJE to hit the ropes and she takes off and runs towards them. Bouncing off the ropes, KJE comes back with full speed. She runs to Cashe and jumps as he lifts her and throws her straight into the air. KJE then comes down and connects with a body splash to Holt’s mid-section. As she slowly pushes herself away, Cashe then jumps into the air and comes down, driving his head into Holt’s and connecting with a huge headbutt. Cashe rolls over a little stunned as Holt holds his head from the blow.

VASSA: ”I had a feeling that these two would work together if given the opportunity and right now, the opportunity presents itself with Holt in the ring by himself.”
JOHNSON: ”They better take advantage of the situation before the next wrestler enters the madness.”
VASSA: ”I understand that there’s something going on between Cashe and Kaylyn but she has to put that aside if she wants to win the championship tonight. They may be friends but this isn’t a team match like we had two weeks ago.”
KJE grabs Holt by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. Meanwhile, Cashe slowly gets to his feet. While she has him one on one, KJE goes to lock up with Holt but gets caught with an eye rake out of desperation. Holt then pushes her back a couple of steps and then lunges forward, nearly knocking her head off with a right lariat. As she hits the canvas, it catches Cashe’s attention. Cashe quickly rushes Holt and takes a swing but gets stopped as Holt turns around and throws an arm up to block. Holt then kicks Cashe in the stomach, forcing him to bend over. Holt quickly moves in and wraps his arm around Cashe’s head. He then hooks Cashe’s arm behind his back. Looking around the ring for a moment, Holt pauses for a moment before planting Cashe’s head into the mat with a hammerlock DDT. Holt pops up to his feet and quickly rushes KJE and kicks her a few times while she’s still down. He then grabs her by the hair and jerks her to her feet. Holt then hits her with a hard European uppercut and follows up with a neckbreaker, dropping her to the mat.
The horn then sounds again as the fans pop with cheers.

JOHNSON: ”Holt turned it around but no he has to worry about who’s coming down to the ring next.”
VASSA: ”Whoever it is, the odds should at least be evened. Right now it’s Cashe and KJE against him.”
“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 cage and climbing into the ring underneath the top rope. Henry Losak stands at ringside outside of the cage.

VASSA: ”UH OHH!!! Raab and Holt don’t get along too well. Luckily for Holt, Raab doesn’t care for Cashe either.”
JOHNSON: ”At least he doesn’t have to worry about this becoming a three on one with the odds against him.”
Raab quickly runs behind Holt and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around. Raab then connects with a stiff punch to Holt’s chops, knocking him back a step. Raab then runs towards him and lifts him up and slams him into the canvas, driving his shoulder into his stomach. The two then rolls around the ring exchanging punches. Meanwhile, Cashe and KJE get up. Cashe checks on KJE and then the two look at Raab and Holt rolling around on the mat. Raab positions himself on top of Holt and draws back for a big time punch. Suddenly, Cashe runs at him and tackles him off of Holt. Cashe then mounts himself on top of Raab and begins attacking with furious elbow strikes. KJE then runs to Holt and hits him with a running senton while he’s still down. KJE quickly pops up to her feet and pulls Holt up. She then throws him to the ropes next to the other ring. Just as Holt’s back hits the ropes, KJE is right there to flip him up and over the top rope with a running clothesline. Holt falls over to his head and rolls into the other ring. KJE looks back as Cashe continues his assault on Raab. She then grabs the top rope and vaults herself into the air and comes down with an elbow drop across Holt’s chest.

JOHNSON: ”The fight has finally made it into the second ring.”
VASSA: ”About damn time!”
KJE stands up and pulls Holt to his feet. She then lifts him up and drops him across her knee with a backbreaker that bends him in half. Holt rolls over and hits the mat. In the other ring, Cashe and Raab are both to their feet. Cashe has Raab locked in a side headlock. Cranking down the pressure with one arm, Cashe balls his other hand up and gives Raab a nasty noogie. Raab begins to fight viciously as he tries to break free. He then locks his hand around Cashe’s hips and pushes him away, sending him to the ropes. Cashe hits the ropes with his back and bounces off full speed towards Raab. As Cashe comes closer, Raab steps forward and drives his shoulder into Cashe’s, knocking him flat to his back with a shoulder block. Cashe pops back up to his feet and the two stare at each other in the center of the ring. Cashe then slaps Raab across his chest and runs to the ropes. He hits them hard and comes back at Raab with speed. Raab then steps forward once more and drives his shoulder into Cashe’s, knocking him to his back with another shoulder block. Cashe rolls over and pushes himself up to his feet. Cashe paces around the ring for a moment with his eyes locked on Raab. He then steps forward and slaps Raab across the chest once more. Cashe then turns his back and takes a few steps towards the ropes. He then plants his foot in the mat and turns around before pushing himself at Raab and swinging with a right haymaker. Raab ducks the punch and delivers a jab of his own to Cashe’s stomach. He then grabs Cashe by the arm and pulls him in close and wraps his arms around his shoulders, locking his arms in place. Raab then draws his head back and lunges it forward, connecting with a hard headbutt to Cashe’s forehead. With Cashe still trapped, Raab hits him with another headbutt, followed by another and another. Raab then lifts Cashe into the air and flips him over, slamming him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Raab putting on a display of his strength just now.”
VASSA: ”Lord Raab, don’t forget he’s now know as Lord Raab. This guy is a nutcase.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s been a wild night and these two have a pure hatred for one another that has been fueled by actions tonight and the weeks leading into this match.”
VASSA: ”Remember, Raab was a member of the House of Howe before he was turned on. If anything, it’s because of this betrayal that we now have this new identity consuming him.”
The horn then sounds as the fans pop with another loud cheer that rattles the theatre.

VASSA: ”Who’s next in line?!?!”
JOHNSON: ”We’re about to find out! Things are about to get a little odd in numbers.”
The crowd cheered as a heavy guitar riff filled the theatre speakers as “Warrior” by Disturbed began to play, heralding the arrival of Jessica Black.
“I am now an instrument of violence
I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided
Stepping down to battle another day
Remember me for all time this
Determination is a vital part of me
Surrender now or be counted
With the endless masses that I will defeat”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring, from Madison, Wisconsin. She weighs in at one hundred twenty five pounds and stands five feet, six inches tall. She is “Second To None”, JJEESSSSIICCAA BBLLAACCKK!!!”
It was several seconds before Jessica graced the fans with her presence, clad in her ring gear, as well as a black leather jacket. She stood there, looking out at the sea of faces who have come to see her with an arrogant smirk before she slowly made her way to the ring.
“Come on bring it, don’t sing it
Better believe it
Broken down, till your hope has died
Beat down till the victory is mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?”
As she reached the ring steps, Jessica climbed up and looked behind her, flashing the crowd another arrogant smirk as she stretched her arms out. Afterward, Jessica yelled “Second to None!” out to the fans as she raised her arms. She then turned to the cage and entered. She ducked underneath the top rope and entered the ring as the cage door slammed behind her.

JOHNSON: ”Jessica Black has now entered the War Zone. A few weeks back, her and Cashe had a great match up, pushing each other to their limits.”
VASSA: ”Without Travis Black in the lineup, she really doesn’t have an ally to work with.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like she’s on her own tonight.”
Jessica stands in the corner of the ring and watches the action in both rings for a moment. She then runs to the ropes where both rings connect and leaps over the top. Once she lands to her feet, she slowly walks behind KJE who has Holt in am arm lock standing in the center of the ring. Jessica then grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back. KJE looks up only to see Jessica looking down at her. Jessica then wraps her arm over KJE’s face and drops her to the canvas with a reverse DDT. KJE pulls Holt down with her but legs go of his arm as he rolls over the pile and down to the mat. Jessica keeps her arm wrapped over KJE’s face and begins to pull back on her head, choking her in the process. Holt slowly begins to get to his feet. Once he does, he looks down at Jessica who continues to choke out KJE. He grabs Jessica by the head with his left hand and then swings down with his right, connecting with a closed fist right across the top of her head. Holt then pulls back and swings again, connecting with another head right. Jessica releases KJE as Holt draws back and connects with another right hand. Holt then pulls Jessica to her feet and positions himself behind her. Holt then locks in a full nelson and lifts Jessica up, pulling her feet from the canvas. As she hangs there, KJE slowly begins to get to her feet. Once up, KJE punches Jessica in the stomach. As she pulls her hand back, Holt then flips Jessica over and plants her head in the mat with a full nelson suplex. Holt quickly pops back to his feet and turns his attention to KJE who looks on, catching her breath.

VASSA: ”It looks like the mad man has his sights set on Ms. Evans.”
JOHNSON: ”He just had his way with Jessica Black. KJE better act quickly!”
Holt slowly approaches KJE, backing her into the corner. As KJE feels her back touch the turnbuckle, she hesitates for a moment before lunging forward at Holt. KJE goes for his eyes but misses as he back steps. Holt then reaches forward and locks up with KJE. He drives her knee into her stomach, lifting her up off the mat. Just as her feet touch the canvas, he drives another knee into her stomach lifting her up. Holt then lifts her up and takes a few steps before dropping her to the mat with a sidewalk slam that shakes the ring.
In the other ring, Raab has Cashe in the corner unloading on him with a series of body blows. Cashe tries to fend them off but doesn’t manage long as Raab connects with two for every one he blocks. Raab then lifts Cashe up and sits him on the top of the turnbuckle. Raab then climbs to the middle ropes. He swings and connects with a few punches while Cashe remains seated. Raab then sets him up for a suplex and goes to lift him from the corner. Cashe hooks his feet in the ropes and keeps himself down. He then punches Raab in the side of the ribcage over and over until Raab releases his hold. Cashe then headbutts Raab right between the eyes and pushes him down to the canvas. Just as Raab’s back hits the mat, Cashe jumps from the top rope and drops a knee to Raab’s head as he comes down. Cashe rolls away in a fluid motion and comes to his feet. He then slowly turns around only to find Raab back to his feet and waiting. Raab lunges forward at Cashe but gets sidestepped. Cashe quickly moves in and lifts Raab up before throwing him down to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex. The two rolls away from each other and rush to get to their feet. Cashe gets up first and attacks Raab with punches to the back as he gets to one knee. Cashe then spreads his arms and swings inward, slapping Raab on each ear with a double ear slap. Raab screams in pain as a smile comes to Cashe’s face. Cashe then pulls Raab up to his feet and throws him to the rope. As Raab’s back hits the ropes, Cashe is right there to greet him with a running elbow to the jaw.

VASSA: ”The Mark of Jason!”
Raab falls back and hits the ropes, forcing his head to sling back and smack the cage. Raab then stumbles forward as Cashe sidesteps him. Cashe then reaches to the back of his head and goes for back to back cutter.

JOHNSON: ”The U.T.I.!!!”
As Cashe goes to pulls Raab’s head backwards, Raab pulls his head away and steps forward away from Cashe. Still in the motion of the move, Cashe hits the mat empty handed. Raab walks to the ropes where both rings connect and grabs the top one before taking a breather. Cashe slowly gets up disappointed and looks on at Raab with his back turned. He then runs towards Raab and grabs him by the back of the pants and head. Cashe flips him up and over the top rope, throwing him to the canvas in the other ring. As Raab hits the mat and Cashe leans up, Holt runs at him and jumps over the top rope, tackling Cashe down to the canvas. The two struggle with one another for a moment before Holt mounts himself on top of Cashe and fires away with a series of punches. Cashe manages to block a few blows before wrapping his arms around Holt’s and rolling him over to the side. Cashe then pushes himself away from Holt. The two then quickly get to their feet only to find the other one up as well looking across the ring at them. The two then lock up in the center of the ring. In a test of strength, the two push each other around the ring. Holt then pulls Cashe in and drives his knee into his stomach. Holt then locks his arm around Cashe’s head and takes a few steps before jumping with Cashe and driving his face into the mat with a bulldog.

JOHNSON: ”Holt is taking it to the champ!”
VASSA: ”This match is just now starting to get good. There’s so much action going on in that cage right now.”
JOHNSON: ”In the other ring, Jessica has KJE in the corner beating her senseless.”
VASSA: ”Raab’s now in that ring with her. I don’t even think she knows it since he’s just now slowly starting to get up.”
The horn then sounds again as it triggers the fans.
“Ready Or Not” by The Fugees hits the sound system. Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out at a rhythmic pace with the music as he begins to “feel the vibe” of the crowd. He does a slow spin-around as the fans greet him with cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. Slapping hands and blowing kisses to the females in attendance.

POWERS: ”From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at 208 pounds. He is one-half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIRRR …. HOPKINSSS!!!”
Approaching the ring as he stylishly poses in the aisle, he takes in the sight as he looks back at the entrance ramp. That bright, trademark smile of his shows as he makes his way to the ringside steps. His braids flapping around as he jubilantly accelerates to them before stopping at the top, throwing up that unforgettable “TDB” hand sign. He then steps into the cage as he enters the ring underneath the top rope.

VASSA: ”jair Hopkins making his presence felt tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”He will be our sixth wrestler to enter the cage tonight. As you all remember, he upset the champ in a non title match on Adrenaline.”
VASSA: ”I’ll be honest with you. I have my money on him to win this thing, literally.”
JOHNSON: ”Are you serious?”
VASSA: ”Hey, we’re in Vegas. I’m as serious as a heart attack. They took my bet right out in the lobby hours before the night kicked off.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what to say to that.”
With three already in one ring, Hopkins stays in the ring he entered and looks on as Holt stands behind Cashe who is in a sitting position with a sleeper hold locked in. Hopkins sneaks behind Holt and then kicks him in the lower back with a stinging right boot. Holt releases his hold of Cashe. Hopkins then grabs him by the back of the head and stands him up. Hopkins connects with a couple of punches before turning Holt around to face him. Hopkins then picks him up and throws him down to the canvas with a scoop slam. Hopkins then jumps in the air and follows up with a leg drop across Holt’s throat. Holt rolls over to his stomach as he holds his throat and catches his breath. Hopkins then makes his way to Cashe who is still down. Hopkins grabs Cashe by the head and pulls him up to his feet. He then draws his hand back and slams Cashe’s chest with a backhand chop that cuts through the sounds of the crowd. Hopkins then fires with another backhand chop and connects. He then grabs Cashe by the arm and throws him to the corner. Cashe slams into the turnbuckle with his back. Right behind him, Hopkins leaps into the air and plants his feet in Cashe’s stomach while grabbing the back of his head. Hopkins then falls backwards, pulling Cashe with him. As Hopkins hits the mat, he pushes his legs upward and sends Cashe flying through the air with a monkey flip.

VASSA: ”Being the fresh one in the ring does help getting started off.”
JOHNSON: ”We have three wrestlers in each ring with one last person still waiting to make their way down to the War Zone.”
In the other ring, Raab and Jessica do a number on KJE. The two throw her back and forth, laying their damage in the process. Raab then grabs KJE and lifts her into the air before throwing her across the ring with a military press. Jessica then attacks him with a series of kicks to his side while his arms are still up, leaving his mid-section open. Raab quickly turns to her and swings with a hard right but misses as she ducks just before contact. Jessica then runs to the ropes and hits them with speed. As she comes back to Raab, she leaps in the air and wraps her legs around his head, lifting him off his feet and throwing him across the ring with a head scissors takedown. Jessica then pops back up and runs over to Raab. She then stomps on him repeatedly before turning her back to him and showing off to the crowd. Jessica then does a backflip and connects with a moonsault across Raab’s body. Jessica then positions herself on top of Raab and goes wild with open handed slaps to the face. One after the other, Jessica connects with open hands before grabbing Raab by both sides of the head. She digs her thumbs into his eyes and release a battle cry as Raab squirms underneath her. Jessica then slams his head to the canvas again and again before doing it once last time with force. She then stands to her feet and takes a step back while keeping her eyes locked on Raab. She catches her breath as Raab slowly gets to his feet. Once up, Jessica runs to the rope and leaps in the air. She plants her feet on the middle rope and springboards off, coming back at Raab and laying him out with a dropkick to the chops.

JOHNSON: ”Jessica Black has taken control of ring number two!”
VASSA: ”Indeed she has, Steve. In ring number one, Hopkins remains in control.”
Hopkins has Cashe to his feet. He backs him against the ropes. Hopkins hits Cashe in the head with a couple of right hands. He then grabs Cashe by the head and turns him around to face the cage. Hopkins then pushes Cashe’s head forward and drags it across the cage as he pulls Cashe along the ropes. Once in the corner, Hopkins pulls Cashe’s head back and then slams it into the top of the turnbuckle. Cashe stumbles back a step. Hopkins then backs into the corner and grans onto the top ropes. He pulls himself up and sits on the top of the turnbuckle as Cashe slowly regains his footing. Hopkins then leaps in the air towards Cashe. Just before he connects with a crossbody, Holt tackles Cashe from the side. As the two go down to the mat, Hopkins slams into the canvas stomach first. Holt then climbs on top of Cashe and begins to throw punches, connecting one after the other with Cashe’s head. From behind, Hopkins grabs Holt by the back of the head and pulls him off of Cashe. Hopkins then hooks Holt in a fell nelson before lifting him up and dropping him forward with a front-face slam.

VASSA: ”Just when you think the tide has changed…”
JOHNSON: ”Hopkins could have sat back for a moment and let Dustin do a number on Cashe. He didn’t think so obviously.”
Out of nowhere, the horn sounds for the final time as the fans erupt with cheers.

JOHNSON: ”Here comes the last piece to this puzzle!”
VASSA: ”The last soldier coming into battle you could say…”
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up the ringside steps. She looks inside the cage for a moment before grabbing the door and pulling it open. Roxi then steps inside the cage as she enters the ring underneath the top rope as the door slams behind her.

VASSA: ”Our resident superhero is in the house!”
JOHNSON: ”Roxi Johnson will conclude the entrances as we now have all seven wrestlers inside of the steel cage.”
VASSA: ”So now all that’s left is for someone to submit or surrender?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, Vinny! Jair and Roxi are the two freshest bodies in the ring. while Cashe and Holt are the two that have been in here the longest. The level of energy between these seven is different all across the board.”
Roxi wastes no time and attacks Hopkins from behind with a double axe handle across the top of his back. She knocks Hopkins to one knee and then steps in front of him and ;lifts him back to his feet. She then pulls him in to her and lifts him up and slams him over to the canvas with a T-bone suplex. On the other side of the ring, Cashe stands to his feet and looks on. He turns his attention to Holt and slowly walks towards him. Cashe grabs him by the arm and pulls him up. He then hits Holt with a European uppercut that sends the spit flying right out of his mouth. Cashe then shoots in and hooks his leg, lifting him up in the air before slamming him to the mat. The crowd pops with cheers as Cashe begins to throw stiff elbows to Holt who tries to fend them off.
In the other ring, Jessica lifts KJE into the air with a vertical suplex. Raap quickly moves in and grabs KJE’s feet, pulling her back down to the mat. Raab then rips KJE away from Jessica and tosses her aside. Raab then lunges forward and locks up with Jessica. The two fight for control but Raab gets the upper hand when he locks his arm around Jessica’s head and applies a headlock. Raab then punches Jessica in the side of the head a few times before releasing the headlock. Raab then positions himself behind her and lifts her up, driving her into the canvas with a bridging German suplex. Unaware that a pin fall won’t win it, Raab keeps the bridge in place waiting for a count. KJE then comes into the picture and drops an elbow across his stomach, knocking his back to the floor and breaking the useless pin attempt. KJE gets up and grabs Raab by the head and pulls him to his feet. Raab then surprises her as he steps into KJE, driving his shoulder into her stomach and lifting her into the air. Raab then drops KJE to the mat with a powerful spinebuster that shakes the ring and rattles the cage.

VASSA: ”Raab is going to break Kaylyn in half!”
JOHNSON: ”No one said this match was going to be easy!”
Cashe and Holt exchange blows in the other ring. Cashe then gets caught off guard with an elbow to the gut. Holt then jumps in the air, spinning and connects with a roundhouse kick that sends Cashe falling to his back. Holt then runs and hits Hopkins in the back of the head as he has Roxi backed in the corner. Hopkins turns his attention to Holt and the two go toe to toe. Holt connects with a right hook that sends Hopkins to the ropes. Hopkins hits the ropes and comes back with a right hook of his own that connects with Holt’s chin. Holt stumbles backwards and trips over Cashe, falling to his back. Roxi then pushes away from the corner and runs up behind Hopkins, leaping in the air and grabbing his head with both hands. Roxi slams Hopkins face into the canvas. Meanwhile, Cashe slowly gets up and looks at the three at his feet. He then glances to the other ring and notices the three tied up by the ropes where both rings connect. Cashe then takes off and runs to the rope, leaps in the air and flies over them. As he flies into the other ring, he collides with the tangled up trio and knocks them all to the floor, including himself. Cashe crawls to Raab and the two lock up and begin to choke each other as they roll around the ring.
In the other ring, Roxi kicks Hopkins a few times while he’s down. She then turns her attention to Holt who is just starting to get to his feet. She goes on the attack and gets to him before he can fully get up. Roxi grabs him by the head and pulls him up. She hits him with a couple of slaps across the chest before grabbing his arm and throwing him to the corner. As Holt collides with the turnbuckle, Roxi runs behind him and leaps into the air. She flies at him with a body splash but crashes into the turnbuckle as Holt moves out of the way at the last second. Holt then lifts Roxi up and places her on the top of the tunbuckle. He then grabs the back of her head and drops her to the mat with neckbreaker from the top. Holt quickly pops up to his feet and looks across the ring where Hopkins is just now getting up. Holt then rushes him and attacks before Hopkins has a chance to do anything. Hopkins hits him with a few clubs over the back. He then grabs Hopkins by the back of the head and pulls it down, driving his knee upward into his face. Hopkins goes into the air and falls to his back as Holt drives through him with that knee.

JOHNSON: ”DJ holt has now taken control of ring one.”
VASSA: ”At least there’s some control. In the other ring, it’s a huge mess as Cashe and Raab try to kill each other.”
JOHNSON: ”KJE is having a tough time while Jessica continues the assault.”
Raab gets to his feet and stomps on Cashe’s head a few times, stunning him. Raab then turns to the corner and begins to remove the cover of the top turnbuckle. Across the ring, Jessica has KJE upside down and drops her to the mat, driving her head into the ring with a piledriver. Raab finally rips the cover away from the turnbuckle and throws it into the air as he slowly turns around to face Cashe who is still down. Raab then grabs him by the beard and pulls his head up to look him straight in the eyes. Raab then draws back and connects with a hard punch to Cashe’s face. Raab then pulls Cashe to his feet and grabs him by the back of the head. He then walks Cashe to the corner and slams his head into the exposed metal of the turnbuckle. Cashe’s head connects and pops back only to reveal a huge gash across his forehead with blood starting to trickle down his face. Raab then slams his forehead into Cashe;s nose, knocking his head back. He then knees Cashe in the stomach and bends him over. Raab then lifts Cashe up into the air in a crucifix position. He holds him up for a moment before throwing him over his head to the mat with a crucifix powerbomb.
In the other ring, Holt stands over Hopkins and swings down at him connecting with stinging punches to the side of his head. Roxi then runs up behind him and kicks him in the back of the knee, forcing his leg to buckle. Holt’s body leans backwards before Roxi grabs his head and falls to a sitting position, pulling him down with her and slamming him on his back. Roxi quickly pops up to her feet and runs to the corner. She ascends the turnbuckle and turns around to face Holt and Hopkins slowly beginning to get to their feet. Just as they completely stand up and look at one another, Roxi leaps from the top rope and wipes them both out with a flying cross body. Roxi rolls off of them and climbs to her feet. She then looks down at them both lying side by side . She looks to the ropes and takes off from stand still. Roxi hits the ropes and bounces back with speed. She then jumps into the air and soars towards the two, dropping an elbow across each of their chests.
Meanwhile, KJE and Jessica stand toe to toe exchanging punches left and right. Jessica then jabs KJE in the throat and takes her breath away. KJE takes a step back as Jessica jumps into the air and wraps her legs around her head. Jessica then flips back and takes KJE down to the mat with a hurricanrana. KJE flies across the ring before slamming into the canvas and rolling into the back of Raab’s feet as he looks down at Cashe covered in blood. Raab slowly turns around and kicks KJE a few times before Jessica catches him off guard with a fury of punches. Raab fends them off and then traps Jessica’s arm. He pulls her in close to him and then lifts her up with one arm while holding onto her arm with the other. Raab then throws her across the ring. Jessica flips over and slams onto the mat with her back as the sound echoes throughout the theatre.

JOHNSON: ”It is truly becoming a war zone inside of that cage!”
VASSA: ”It’s a complete mess! In ring two, Cashe has painted the entire mat with his blood. Raab has really done a number on him.”
JOHNSON: ”Luckily for Raab there aren’t any rules against using the ring like that in this type of match up.”
Raab grabs Cashe by the back of the head and jerks him to his feet, lifting him off the canvas. Raab then goes to throw Cashe to the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. Just as Raab goes to release him, Cashe reverses it and throws Raab into the corner. Raab slams into the corner as the exposed metal digs into his back. Cashe then moves in on him and connects with a powerful over the head punch. Cashe then grabs the ropes on each side of Raab and moves in, delivering a swift knee to the crotch area. Raab yells in pain as Cashe pushes himself away. Cashe then sweeps back in and connects with another knee to the crotch. This time, Raab falls to a seated position, holding himself up barely with the middle ropes. Cashe then grabs ahold of the top rope and drives his foot into Raab’s face with a gruesome face wash big boot.
In the other ring, Roxi slowly pulls Hopkins to his feet while Holt rolls around on the opposite side of the ring. Just as he stands up, Hopkins swats away Roxi’s hands and then kicks her in the gut. He then grabs her by the arm and throws her to the corner. Roxi slams into the turnbuckle and holds on to the top rope to keep from falling down. Hopkins then takes off and runs at her before leaping in the air and squashing her in the corner with a big flying body splash. As Hopkins steps out of the way, Roxi falls forward and crashes into the mat. Hopkins then turns to look behind him where Holt it just now staggering to stand up straight. Hopkins then rushes him and slaps him across the chest with a stinging backhand chop. Hopkins then draws back and slaps him across the chest with another backhand chop. Hopkins then spins around and lunges forward, knocking Holt to the mat with a spinning lariat.
Jessica drags KJE around the ring with a handful of hair. Jessica then positions herself behind KJE and locks in a tight sleeper hold. KJE fights to break free but fails as Jessica continues to crank down the pressure. As the moments pass, KJE slowly begins to wear down and the fight dies down little by little. KJE drops to the mat in a seated position as Jessica keeps the sleeper locked in standing over her back. Out of no where, Cashe breaks the hold as he hits Jessica with a running clothesline. Jessica slams against the mat as Cashe stands over her. Cashe then stomps her a few times and finishes the assault with a stomp across her fingertips. Jessica quickly pulls her hand away and holds it with the other as Cashe laughs a bit with a face full of blood.

VASSA: ”This match is all over the place!”
JOHNSON: ”Just imagine what it would be like if we had eight in the ring as originally planned.”
VASSA: ”Complete chaos!”
Hopkins pulls Holt to his feet in the center of the ring while Roxi is still down in the corner. Hopkins then goes to throw Holt to the ropes but it gets reversed. Just as Holt turns him around, he holds onto his wrist and pulls him close. Holt then lifts Hopkins into the air and turns around, planting him into the mat with a spinning spinebuster. Holt pops up to his feet as Hopkins rolls over to his stomach. Holt then reaches down to grab Hopkins but gets attacked from behind as Roxi slides into the mix. Roxi turns him around but gets caught with a hard right to the jaw, knocking her back a few steps. Holt then jumps into the air and hits her in the chops with a powerful standing drop kick.

JOHNSON: ”The kiss of Death!”
VASSA: ”He hit that move out of nowhere!”
In the other ring, Cashe and KJE flips Raab over the ropes connecting the two rings. They then turn their attention to Jessica. Cashe lifts her up and gets behind her, locking her arms behind her back. KJE then stands in front of her and talks a little trash before winding up and slapping her right across the face. Jessica’s head turns to the side quickly after the slap but she looks right back at KJE and yells at her. KJE then draws back again and swings at her but misses As Jessica ducks her head. The slap connects with Cashe’s face forcing him to let go of Jessica. As he takes a step back, Jessica then sweeps in and takes KJE to the mat with a single leg takedown. Jessica climbs on top of KJE and begins to go off with lefts and rights, connecting with stinging punches to KJE’s head. She draws back for a big punch but gets stopped as Cashe grabs a handful of her hair and jerks her head back. Cashe then licks his finger and sticks it in Jessica’s ear. She struggles to pull herself away but Cashe refuses to let go. He then wipes some blood from his brow and smears it across her face. Cashe then raises his arm in the air and drops an elbow directly into Jessica’s nose, busting it wide open.

VASSA: ”We have another bleeder!”
Noticing him in the ring, Holt turns his attention to Raab while Roxi and Hopkins are laid out. Holt slowly approaches Raab as he begins to push himself up. Holt kicks him in the side, banging his ribcage up. Holt then grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet and walks him over to the ropes. Holt locks Raab’s head with the top rope and begins to choke him with it. He then drags Raab across the ring, rubbing the rope into his throat. Hopkins then slams a forearm across his back, breaking the hold. Hopkins throws another forearm over the back of Holt and knocks him into Raab. From behind, Roxi then turns him around and chops him in the throat. She then runs to the ropes and leaps into the air. As her feet plant into the middle rope, she vaults herself off and spins around before connecting with a springboard roundhouse kick that lays Hopkins out.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi hit him with the Ray of Hope!”
VASSA: ”Oh Hopkins, NNOOO!!!”
Raab pushes Holt off of him and then lunges forward with a right hook. Holt ducks the punch and then wraps his arm around Raab’s head and hits him with a jumping cutter.

VASSA: ”Raab goes down!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Crown of Malice!!!”
In the other ring, Cashe has Jessica to her feet as KJE watches from a distance. Cashe locks up with her and overpowers her for a brief moment before Jessica catches him off guard and stomps on his toes. Cashe quickly lets go of her. As he does, Jessica turns around and takes off towards KJE. Before she can get too far away, Cashe reaches out and grabs a handful of hair, stopping her in her tracks. He then pulls her closer and jumps while grabbing the back of her head and nailing her with a jumping back to back cutter.

VASSA: ”There’s another U.T.I.!!!”
JOHNSON: ”She might not get up from that one!”
Cashe slowly gets to his feet while Jessica lays on her back, motionless. KJE then walks over her and yells a few things before looking up at Cashe with a relaxed feeling overcoming her. Cashe smiles at her and slowly walks around Jessica, making his way beside KJE. As the two stand side of by side, Cashe begins to discuss a game plan with her as Holt and Roxi battle in the other ring. Hopkins and Raab continue to lay on the mat as the two exchange blows in the center of the ring. Cashe then nods at KJE and motions for her to enter the other ring. Just as she turns her back to him, Cashe taps her on the shoulder. KJE turns around only to get greeted with a stiff elbow driven right through her face.

JOHNSON: ”Cashe hit KJE with the Mark of Jason!”
VASSA: ”That cold hearted son of a bitch!”
KJE hits falls straight to her back as the crowd pops with mixed reactions. He then mounts himself on top of her and stares down, pausing for a brief moment. Cashe then begins to drive elbows into her defenseless face over and over.

VASSA: ”We’ve seen this before. Cashe did the same thing to Jason Phoenix at Ante Up.”
JOHNSON: ”Things have taken a turn for the worse for Kaylyn.”
As Cashe continues to connect with elbow after elbow, Holt and Roxi stop fighting each other and take notice. Helpless, KJE takes hit after hit, trying to get away but failing. Roxi takes lead and runs to the ropes connecting the ring and leaps into the air. As she flies at Cashe, KJE begins to slam her hand on the mat, surrendering as the ref quickly takes notice. Roxi slams into Cashe and knocks him off of KJE but it’s too late as the ref is signaling for the bell.

VASSA: ”It’s over!!!”
As the bell sounds, members of the ringside crew quickly rush into the cage to break up the action. A few check on Raab, Jessica and Hopkins while a couple walk Holt to the corner. Holt begins to go wild and yells at them while the restrain him in the corner. A member of the ringside crew then helps Roxi to her feet before pulling her away from Cashe. The ref then walks over to Cashe as he slowly begins to climb to his feet, looking down at the mess he left KJE in. A member of the ringside crew then checks on KJE as she lays in a bloody mess.
Another member of the ringside crew enters the cage with the championship in hand and walks it over to the ref. The ref then hands it to Cashe and raises his arms in the air as his music hits the sound system.

POWERS: ”Your winner and still 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
VASSA: ”I can’t believe he did it. Cashe has retained the South-West Heavyweight championship!”
JOHNSON: ”It wasn’t easy but Cashe proved to those in doubt that he is truly a fighting champion.”
Cashe holds the championship in both hands and looks down at it as the blood continues to pour from his head.

JOHNSON: ”Unfortunately that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. It’s been a wild night but it must come to an end as we have concluded our Fright Night War Zone.”
VASSA: ”This was truly an unbelievable night and will forever be remembered in the 4CW record books.”
JOHNSON: ”Be sure to catch us in two weeks at Adrenaline as we follow up from this bloody, messy night.”
VASSA: ”The clean up crew is going to have fun with this mess.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s it folks! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”
The camera zooms in on Cashe as he continues to look down at the championship he has spilt his blood for. In the background, the fans chant…
“4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW… 4CW…”
Cashe then raises the championship into the air above his head as the camera slowly fades out.