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ADRENALINE E18 (029)
COLEMAN THEATRE [MIAMI, OKLAHOMA]
FEBRUARY 11TH, 2015

The scene cuts backstage to an office in the far end of the theater. Inside, Perry Wallace and Khris Young sit across from each other at a desk, carrying on a conversation.
WALLACE: ”So that’s it man, it’s official.”
Wallace then stands up from his chair and reaches across the desk. The two shake hands as Young stands up as well.
WALLACE: ”It’s been a pleasure having you on board with us. You have a good head on your shoulders. You know the business inside and out. There are just better opportunities for you other than this talent relations position.”

The scene opens over the electric crowd inside of the Coleman Theatre in Miami, Oklahoma. Down at ringside, the commentary crew waits, ready to start the show.
JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m your host with the most, Vinny Vassa!”
JOHNSON: ”We have an exciting night lined up as the dust continues to settle after the record breaking event two weeks ago, Winter Wasteland.”
VASSA: ”It was an exciting night and full of surprises at every corner.”
JOHNSON: ”Lets get straight to business. We have a new 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion!”
VASSA: ”That’s right we do! Unfortunately for my boy, Jason Cashe, he just couldn’t retain the title in an epic three stages of hell contest with Jair Hopkins.”
JOHNSON: ”Epic is the correct term, Vinny. These two had bad blood before signing with 4CW last year and to say it carried over is an understatement. I thought these two were going to kill each other.”
VASSA: ”They damn near did! It was a close match but in the end, Hopkins won the final stage in the caged ladder matched and put Cashe out of commission before pulling the strap down from above the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right folks, if you didn’t see it for yourself, you heard right. After the longest title reign in 4CW history, Jason Cashe is no longer the 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion.”
VASSA: ”It’s a new day in 4CW, at least we have a new face at the top of the food chain.”
JOHNSON: ”Neither man has a match tonight but I wouldn’t cancel out the possibility of seeing the aftermath fire up right here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Talking about longest title reigns, didn’t New Gen Rising hold the tag team championships just as long as Cashe in his last reign?”
JOHNSON: ”Talk about getting straight to the point. We also have a new 4CW Tag Team Champion duo. After a brutal tag team elimination lumberjack match, Black Listed advanced to face the champs later in the night. You would think that after a match like that it would be damn near impossible to go on and defeat a fresh team, the tag team champs at that.”
VASSA: ”But they did it! Black Listed defeated New Gen Rising and they are our new tag team champions!”
JOHNSON: ”We had two title changes two weeks ago at Winter Wasteland and those are it. We also had two champions retain.”
VASSA: ”I thought Griffin Hawkins was going to bring Havok back to reality but he just couldn’t do it. In the end, Havok managed to put Griffin out for the count in a Last Man Standing match to retain the 4CW Extreme Championship.”
JOHNSON: ”The extreme division is just starting to kick off. Whether it’s Griffin or whoever, we have some of the most extreme and dangerous wrestlers in the industry.”
VASSA: ”Last but not least, the Pride championship…”
JOHNSON: ”After winning her way through a small tournament to name the number one contender for the Pride Championship, Ramona challenged Lo’Renzo Porter in a thirty minute Ironman match with the title on the line.”
VASSA: ”This was quite possibly my favorite match of the night. Back and forth, the two went at it. As the final second ticked, Flipp pulled off the clutch buzzer beater pin to take the lead and win the match.”
JOHNSON: ”It just doesn’t get any better than that. Exciting to the very last second!”
VASSA: ”And then to close out the night, well after the show, we had the after party and oh boy was it awesome!”
JOHNSON: ”Hate to cut you short Vinny but the show must go on. It’s time to get this night off to a start.”
VASSA: ”OH COME ON!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Write about it in your blog. We have a schedule to keep and our time is up. We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks while the official comes out here for the first match of the evening.”
VASSA: ”DAMNIT!!!”

We cut backstage to see Sativa entering the backstage of the Theater. She is wearing a pair of black pants, and a black hoodie with pot leaves patterned over it. The hood pulled down over her face obscuring it a bit. Over one should she has a bag and her Vape pen in the other hand. She takes multiple ‘rapid fire’ hits off of it puffing out the vapor obviously lost in thought.
From seemingly nowhere comes none other than 4CW reporter/interviewer/human mic stand, Gabriel Hartman. With sweat already forming on his partially bald head and huffing and puffing like he was having a heart attack he stops a little ways in front of Stativa.
HARTMAN: ”Sativa! Sativa! Can we get a moment of your time?”
Sativa sighs in obvious agitation. She pushes her hood back and glares at Hartman.
SATIVA: ”I guess since you are kind of blocking my way. But fucking make it quick. Come on Gabe, the fuck you want?!”
Hartman stammers, a bit taken aback. He straightens his shirt and regains his composure.
HARTMAN: ”A lot of people are wondering, with everything that has gone down lately who has come to Miami Oklahoma tonight? The Ganja Goddess or Darth Ganja?”
SATIVA: ”I am me. Call me whatever you want. I honestly don’t fucking care. I adopt the names that are given to me. Sometimes people need the fear of divine retribution put back into them. At these times I am The Ganja Goddess. Other times, someone is so fucked up that only a worse psychopath can scare them. Someone that would make them look like the kids in special ed that wore helmets and ate crayons. For those people, I don the mantle of Darth Ganja.”
HARTMAN: ”So, Sativa, is it safe to say that you are confident in your match tonight, against Inmate Thirty one?”
SATIVA: ”Isn’t that much fucking obvious? Jesus fuck, I am the stoner and every says I can’t see or understand anything. Yet people like you, and the rest of the fucking roster, run around oblivious as fuck. Gabe, lemme ask you this; Did you parents ever have any kids that lived?”
HARTMAN: ”Well, as a matter of fact, and a funny…”
Sativa puts her hand up stopping Hartman.
SATIVA: ”Shut up Gabe, I was making fun of you. You know what, fuck this. I ain’t got time for some washed up looking failed abortion from the Seventies.”
Sativa pie faces Hartman back against a wall. She pushes past him, pulling her hood back up and puffing on her Vape again.

The fans erupt into boos as Perry Wallace walks out from the back and onto the entrance stage with a duffle bag in hand. He looks over the theater for a moment as he chuckles to himself. He then turns back to the entrance as Khris Young walks out. The boos quickly cease as the two stand side by side and talk amongst themselves for a moment.
JOHNSON: ”It looks like Mr. Wallace may have something to say to the fans in attendance tonight.”
VASSA: ”What’s Khris Young doing with him? I thought Wallace was gave him his papers just a moment ago?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s what you assumed but nothing was ever said. We caught the tail end of their conversation. You just jumped to conclusions!”
As the two head to the ring, the fans sit in silence, not knowing whether to boo Wallace or cheer for Young. They both climb into the ring. Young stands off in the corner while Wallace paces around the ring, overlooking the crowd, smiling as the harsh words travel to the ring from the crowd. He then drops the duffle bag by his feet as he stands in the center of the ring and pulls out a microphone.
WALLACE: ”So all it takes is walking out here with Khris Young to get a little respect. Scratch that, to just get a little silence from the booing and foul language. I know we’re cutting into the show tonight but this is important, I can promise you that.”
“Now, as you all know, after tonight’s show, we will begin to tour on a national level. It’s been no secret. When it comes to those types of things, I’m not the best person to trust with big and exciting news such as this. There will always be a special place in my heart for the South-West US, home as I like to call it. This is the region that we built the foundation for this promotion, for 4CW. Our roots have grown deep here but now it’s time to branch out and grow our footprint in this country and this business!”
“I wasn’t able to do it alone. Frankie was unable to make it to the show tonight as he’s doing some P.R. work across the country but I couldn’t have done it without him by my side for guidance. It’s no secret, I bought my way into this business. They don’t call me “Lottery” for nothing! I have the love for this sport backed by the money. I just didn’t have the brains to do it alone. I’m now proud to announce that I have another business minded individual who has the experience both in and out of the ring by my side, a part of the team.”
“With Frankie taking a different role in the company, climbing the corporate ladder as you will, it leaves a vacancy in the General Manager position within this promotion. It’s with great pleasure that I introduce to you all, the new 4CW General Manager, Khris Young!”
As the name rolls off his tongue, Wallace looks over to Young standing in the corner, receiving a loud pop from the fans with the announcement made. Young walks to the center of the ring and the two shake hands. Wallace then raises his arm in the air, stepping to the side of Young, creating the image of a team. The fans cheer, mostly for Young. Wallace then lets go of his arm and steps back a step before reaching forward and handing Young the mic.
YOUNG: ”First and foremost, let me just say what an honor it is to be back in Miami, Oklahoma! Special things happen when we come here and tonight is going to be no different. I would like to thank Mr. Wallace for the opportunity. Whether you like him or not, Perry Wallace and his business partner, Frankie Morrison have made 4CW what it is today. I was just fortunate enough to be sought out and brought on board.”
“A couple of years ago, I ventured out on my own, created my own company, and it didn’t pan out the way I had imagined. So, I decided to sign with Four Corners and step back into the ring, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I had accomplished everything I set out to accomplish in my wrestling career. There are no other mountains I care to climb on the competitive level.”
“And I thought it’d be hard to walk away from that part of the business, but 4CW has made that transition very easy. It’s not as hard to walk away from the only thing you’ve ever known when you have such a great company and position to fall back on. I promise each and every one of you that I will throw everything I have into this company and we will continue to grow and prosper. Thank you.”
The fans applaud Young as he lowers the mic from his mouth and scans towards the seats of the theater. Wallace then walks beside him and place his hand on his shoulder before patting him on the back. Young then hands Wallace the mic as the applauds stop and silence fills the theater. Wallace then paces around the duffle bag, looking down at it for a moment. He then raises the mic to his mouth.
WALLACE: ”As I mentioned before, we have set our roots deep in the South-West region of the United States. This will always be home to us, our stomping grounds if you will. But, as we venture out onto the national level, I can only help but think that this company isn’t the only thing that has grown. Two weeks ago we crowned a new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion. After a brutal and horrific night, a new champion has risen as he dethroned the long standing champion, Jason Cashe.”
“I’m not out here to bad mouth Cashe. We’ve had our differences and may not see eye to eye but tonight isn’t about him, at least Khris and myself being out here right now. After tonight we step forward on to a new adventure. We embark into unknown territories for this promotion. Sure, we’re broadcasted on national television and the ratings are killing it each and every show. We can think the talented wrestlers in the back for that. But even though we’re televised across the nation, we have yet to tour outside of our home territory aside from the four show tour of the North-East.”
“National, that’s an important word for us tonight and moving forward. And with this next BIG step into the future of this promotion, we must make changes ourselves. Before I go any further, lets get the new 4CW South-West Heavyweight champion out here. Jair Hopkins, if you hear me in the back, would you please come out here to the ring…”
The lights go dim as the intro of “Ready Or Not” by the Fugees goes from low to loud in which a bright-white spotlight shines down and follows the footsteps of Jair Hopkins.
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can’t Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly…
Hopkins pops out and the spotlight is right on him as his smile goes from ear to ear. In his all white suit, looking like the Black “Baby Jesus” as he stood at the top of the ramp. The fans cheering at a somewhat deafening level, giving the Champion a warm welcome.
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can’t Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.
Hopkins slowly transitions down the ramp, slapping hands on both sides of entrance way as he spins in circles, bouncing while his arms are wide out. He looks into the ring before switching his eyes to the right. Hopkins darts off and leaps over the barricade as it seemed he already had planned a “landing spot” with the fans bundling up to hoist him as he held his arms out.
JOHNSON: ”Hopkins clearly throwing himself into the fan’s arms here tonight!”
VASSA: ”Would’ve been funny as hell if they just stood there and not catch him!”
JOHNSON: ”Such saltiness from you.”
Hopkins showing his ‘daredevilish’ ways is all smiles as the fans ease him back over the barricade safely. Straightening his suit up, he runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope stylishly before popping up onto his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle, taking his left index finger and pointing out to all the folks in the audience, letting them know they are “Number One”. Hopkins hops down from the turnbuckle before turning his attention to Perry Wallace, giving him a handshake as the lights go back to normal and the music dies down.
WALLACE: ”The 4CW South-West Heavyweight Champion ladies and gentlemen!”
Wallace grabs Hopkins by the wrist and raises his arm into the air as the crowd pops with a loud cheer, rumbling the theater like thunder. Wallace then lowers his arm and releases his wrist before stepping back and turning to face Hopkins.
WALLACE: ”That’s a nice championship you have there, Jair. It’s been a good while since I’ve seen it up close. Let me hold that for a moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve touched her.”
Hopkins looks back at Wallace for a moment in silence before turning to the crowd. He then turns back to Wallace and slowly hands him the championship. Wallace grabs it with one hand while the straps dangle towards the mat. He then raises the mic to his mouth with his other hand while starring into the belt.
WALLACE: ”All good things must come to an end. With 4CW branching out into areas outside of the south-west, this is one of those things.”
Wallace looks up at Hopkins and then takes a step back. He then hands the title to Young as the crowd erupts into boos. Hopkins stares at the two of them, not sure how to react. Before he even snaps out of it, Wallace speaks over the crowd.
WALLACE: ”The South-West Heavyweight champion is a thing of the past from this point forward. I’m sorry Jair, I must take this championship away from you.”
The fans erupt once more into boos and displeasure.
JOHNSON: ”Wait a second! He defeated Jason Cashe two weeks ago at Winter Wasteland for that championship! He can’t do that!”
VASSA: ”If the fans already didn’t hate his guts before, they surely do now!”
Wallace then reaches down by his feet and grabs the duffle bag. Turning to look back at Young, he reaches with his hand holding the mic and takes the championship as Young hands it over. Wallace then hands the duffle bag to Young. After listening to the fans roar for a short moment, Young then opens the duffle bag and pulls out a newly crafted championship belt. Dropping the duffle bag to his feet, Young holds the championship with both hands.
WALLACE: ”I told you all. The 4CW SOUTH-WEST Heavyweight championship is a thing of the past. With 4CW taking that next step to the national level, I took it upon myself to have a newly redesigned championship made just for the occasion. I present to you all, the 4CW Championship! Khris, you’re our newly appointed General Manager. Would you do the honors of presenting Jair with this newly crafted belt? Maybe even say a little something…”
YOUNG: ”Absolutely. Jair, I have been around the business for a long time and I know a champion when I see one. You sir, are a champion. Well deserved and I look forward to your future title defenses.”
Young then holds the newly redesigned championship out with both hands as he showcases it beauty in a complete turn before lowering and placing the title in Hopkins’s hands. Hopkins looks down at it, shaking his head, as this was an unbelievable moment. The first to ever hold the new re-designed title. He was now the 4CW Champion. Both Perry Wallace and Khris Young made their exit from the ring as it was Hopkins’s time on the mic. His eyes remained locked on the title.
HOPKINS: “This is one of those moments you only visualize in a dream. Making your way from the bottom of Mt. Everest to the top of it.”
JOHNSON: ”Proof right there that dreams can indeed become a reality!”
VASSA: ”He’s going to feel the bite of reality too when he falls off of Mt. Everest.”
JOHNSON: ”Really Vinny?”
VASSA: ”Just being real!”
The fans rewarded Hopkins continuously with applauses. You could almost see Hopkins’s eyes grow heavy but holds it in, keeping eye contact with the title. He then suddenly looks up and shoots his right arm up in the air as the title is clutched tight in his grasp.
HOPKINS: “I will do my best to honor this reign. A new title, a new leader, a new day. I promise that the success will never change me. The hustle and desire is what got me here. Gonna remain hungrier than ever as the next challenge comes my way.”
“I will–”
JOHNSON: ”Oh No!”
VASSA: ”Oh Yes!”
Just as Hopkins goes on to continue his speech, he is cut off by the familiar sounds of Jason Cashe’s entrance music as the cheering fans turned to booing fans as Cashe’s intro played. Cashe made his way out of the back as he slowly made his way down towards the ring as Hopkins stood his ground, now on guard as his arch nemesis approached him with a look that caused concern on Hopkins’s face. Cashe walked up to Hopkins as the two stared each other with a much intense glare.
VASSA: ”Hopkins’s is in a very bad nightmare right now. A silent rage from within Cashe is about ready to unleash. DOOO ITTTT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Get a hold of yourself over there!”
Cashe broke his eye contact with Hopkins only for a brief moment as he requested for a mic. Getting a mic, Cashe made his way back in front of Hopkins as he had a smile on his face. His eyes looked down at the new shiny 4CW Championship as he remained stuck there for several seconds … That is until he decided to reach out and snatch it from Hopkins as he looked at it almost like Hopkins did when Khris Young had handed the title to him.
JOHNSON: ”That’s not his, he better give it back!”
VASSA: ”Or what? Who can he tell, Wallace and Khris Young have to be seeing this, they might have even passed Cashe on his way out here!!”
Putting the mic to his mouth, Jason Cashe starts to say something but lets the mic drop. Releasing it, it bounces on the canvas and Hopkins stays ready for an attack. Instead Cashe shoves the 4CW Championship at Hopkins and starts to walk past him to leave the ring. Hopkins not sure what to think just stands there holding his belt. Cashe stops, turns around and returns before Hopkins. He picks up the microphone he had dropped and quickly blurts out a short message.
CASHE: ”We’re FAR from done…”
Again the mic falls, Cashe passes Hopkins and exits the ring. Jair turns and watches Cashe head up the ramp and as the former Champion turns back to ringside one more time just to see the new Champ, Hopkins shows his reign has begun by raising the Championship high up in the air. Fans erupt in cheers, Cashe turns and leaves ringside, giving Hopkins his time in the spotlight.
JOHNSON: “Really unsure of what to think. That was a weird exchange. Perhaps showing class to the new champion. Shock and awe.”
VASSA: “Really was hoping he’d deck the hell out of him with the belt. It’s far from over as Cashe just announced to Hopkins.”
JOHNSON: “Well with what we’ve seen in the past, it will surely not be a letdown of a battle!”
The cameras gain one last shot of Hopkins as he holds onto his title, looking as Cashe makes his way back into the back. Hopkins throws the mic as he nods and tosses the title onto his shoulders as his theme blares back up, leading to the screaming fans going to their feet. Hopkins once again climbs the corner turnbuckle as he celebrates.

The scene cuts backstage to a locker room where Niobe Martin is sitting in a chair, preparing herself for her upcoming match. Silence fills the room before a soft knock is heard at the door. Niobe sits there for a moment, not moving, before another soft knock is heard. She then stands up and slowly walks to the door. Hesitating for a moment, she grabs the handle and opens only to be surprised as her eyes widen and a smile comes across her face. She then steps back as a new face to 4CW walks into the room. Long hair covers the face of a man wearing tattered jeans, a black shirt with a tattered black vest on top. He brushes the hair from his face, revealing himself, Tommy Knox.
KNOX: ”Surprise…”
Niobe slowly backs into the room as if she had seen a ghost. Knox slowly closes the door behind him before leaning against it, folding his arms and looking across the room at her.
MARTIN: ”Tommy…? What are you doing here?”
KNOX: ”I missed you at the show two weeks ago. I don’t know if you’re heard, but, I’m workin’ for Perry now. He’s got me on this roadie gig, basically gettin’ anyone on the roster whatever they need on the road. The knee is shot and this is the only thing I can do to stay in this business. More importantly, I came here for you.”
MARTIN: ”Oh really? So the boss man has you workin’ for him now? At least it keeps you busy since your knee’s gone to hell. But all that aside, you came here for lil’ ol’ me huh?”
KNOX: ”The weed shops back in Cali keep me busy. This gig just keeps me in the business. It is what it is, I guess. He reached out to me and after thinkin’ it over, knowin’ that you were still here, it just felt right. I know we haven’t really stayed in touch since you left me a year back. I don’t blame you. Shit with the club was gettin’ pretty intense and I had no right draggin’ you down that road. I’ve tried to fill that void ever since but it just doesn’t feel the same.”
Knox steps forward as silence fills the air. Hesitantly, Niobe takes a step back, keeping the distance between the two.
MARTIN: ”Yeah, you aren’t kidding they were. I shouldn’t have been dragged along for the ride to begin with. I stuck with it for as long as I could deal, but I reached a breaking point last year and left. Now here you are, appearing like a ghost and it’s thrown me for a loop. Honestly, nothing’s been the same since then. It’s just been…quiet.”
KNOX: ”A little too quiet to be honest. I don’t expect things to change just like that. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you asked me to leave, even threw me out yourself. I just figured while I’m here, I might as well pop my head in and take a chance.”
MARTIN: ”Well the fact that I haven’t decided to either drop you where you stand, or throw you out of here, is definitely a good sign. Things aren’t gonna change that quick just because you popped in here. It’s gonna take some time. That’s all.”
KNOX: ”I understand completely, that’s all I can ask. Well, I know you have a match comin’ up and the last thing you need is me hangin’ around breakin’ focus. I’m goin’ to head on out of here. I’ll try to catch you after the show and maybe we can go grab a coffee or somethin’.”
Knox then backs up to the door, keeping his eyes locked with Niobe. He then leaves the room and gently closes the door behind him as Niobe looks on, silent but thinking.

UNDERCARD
HENRY ADAMS VS. MASON ANDREWS
The lights in the theater go out as the beginning of “Insane in the Membrane” by Cypress Hill begins to play. The fans react in a mixed way as the beginning of the song begins to play and the lights come on as Henry Adams stumbles out from the back to the entrance ramp. He stops on the ramp and begins to slap the sides of his face, most likely to pump himself up, or maybe because he can’t help himself.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring next, from Brooklyn, New Jersey! Standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty pounds…. Henry Adams!”
Adams makes his way down to the ring, his eyes now focusing on his opponent wildy. He pauses at the steel steps and looks behind him at the crowd, he unzips his jacket, and then puts it underneath his left arm as he climbs the steps. He then, diligently upon reaching the top of the steps, folds his jacket, and puts it up neatly on the steps as he enters the ring. He then begins to circle his opponent, much like a shark smelling blood in the water, while feeling his left hand.
The Lights flicker as Mason Andrews makes his way out to “I stand alone” by Godsmack. The fans give him a mix reaction as he walks down the ramp
POWERS: “Now entering the theater weighing in at two hundred pounds and standing at six foot one – Masooon Andreeews!”
He enters the ring through the bottom and goes to his corner – Henry Adams wastes no time, running full force at Andrews and hitting a sick dropkick that sends Andrews flying into the ring post. The ref calls for the bell as Adams gets back up to his feet.
DING!!! DING!!!
Walking over to Andrews, Henry is met by a stiff kick to the mid-section. Andrews then wraps his arms around the neck of Adams and throws him into the corner. He climbs up to the second rope and starts to strike the forehead of Henry Adams. The fans begin to count with each strike.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!”
VASSA: ”The fans are getting into things early tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know if you’ve noticed Vinny but the fans are always into the matches…”
Henry ducks underneath legs of Mason Andrews, turning around he hits a big overhand forehand to Andrew’s spine. He follows it up by grabbing onto Mason’s shoulders and pulling him down off the rope with a loud thud. Henry takes this time to taunt the audience, throwing his hands wildy up in the air and sticking his tongue out. As Mason gets up to his feet Henry is already on top of him hitting a stiff kick to the mid-section. He then grabs the smaller man by the back of the neck and brings him to the middle of the ring. Henry puts Mason’s head under his arm and with a snap delivers a DDT.
Henry quickly rolls the man over and instead of pinning him mounts the man and starts to wildy rain down punches. One after another, just sick – deadening blows. The referee begins the count for Adams to get off of the man
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Right before the ref can count to five Henry throws his hands up in the air and stands up. Crazy Henry then grabs a handful of Mason’s hair and drags him up to his feet. The obviously deranged man then Irish whips Masons into the ropes. Henry follows this up by going for a clothesline but Mason stealthily ducks under his arm and bounces off the other rope. By the time Henry turns back around he is met by a quick rolling wheel kick straight to the jaw.
Mason using what momentum he has starts to pound his fists against the mat to get the crowd behind him. The two men are now on their feet. Henry rushes in for a tackle but Mason grabs him and rolls him up in a small package.
ONE
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JOHNSON: ”That was close!”
VASSA: ”Just like the shave on my…”
JOHNSON: ”WOAH NOW!!!”
Henry kicks out at two – but Mason is quick to lock him in a reverse chin lock. As he cranks away on his hold the referee asks Henry if he would like to give up. Henry violently yells out “NO!” as he reaches up and rakes the eyes of Mason who lets go of the hold and goes fumbling back into the ropes. Henry seems to be steaming as he gets up to his feet. He marches over to Mason and attempts to grab him, But Andrews quickly grabs onto the mans belt and throws him into the ropes – sending the man tumbling to the outside.
Without skipping a beat Mason is up to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. He sling shots himself over the top rope, landing on Henry with an impressive splash. The referee is already on two and both men seem to be down for the count
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VASSA: ”These guys better get back in the ring!”
JOHNSON: ”This isn’t an extreme or falls count anywhere match!”
The two men get up to their feet at about the same time Mason a split second before. He uses this extra time to make a run for the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope but Henry catches his foot and drags him back to the outside – the ref restarts his count. The two men start to duke it out with fists, one after another they just reign down blows on one another. Henry’s brawling skills help him take the advantage as grabs Mason from behind the head and hits him with a brutal head-butt. Not letting go of the staggered man Henry throws Mason into the guard barrier – his back smacking against it with a violent thud.
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Henry is now back in the ring and showboating to the audience. Mason is barely to his feet as he stumbled over to the ring.
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Mason slides back in under the bottom rope but only to be met with repeated stomps from Henry Adams. So much so that the referee has to pull the lunatic off. As Mason tries to get up to his feet Henry marches over to him and grabs him by the hair, Mason however grabs Henry’s arm causing him to go off balance. As Henry falls to the mat Mason gets him in a crossface. He wrenches back on the hold trying to break the man’s neck by the looks of it. Henry’s hand wavers in the air for a few moments before he reaches up and grabs a handful of Mason’s hair. He uses his strength to flip Mason onto his ass and locks in a Full Nelson – Masons hands dangling in the air as Henry squeezes and jerks the smaller man’s body around.
The ref goes in to ask Mason if wants to quit but Mason shakes his head no. This only angers Henry as he starts to stand up on his feet, the full nelson still intact. Henry lifts the man off of his feet and dangles him there as he tightens his grip on the full nelson. Mason tries to fight out if it, causing Henry to stumble forward. Mason uses this opportunity to kick his feet off of the ropes – sending both men flying backwards. Henry breaks the hold as his back hits the mat, Mason on pure instinct alone gets up to his feet and makes a mad dash for the ropes. He springboards off the second rope with a moonsault, hitting henry’s stomach with a smack. Mason hooks the leg.
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THR…KICKOUT!!!
NO! He kicks out seconds away from three to the shock of Mason. The agile superstar stands up and walks over the ref – arguing that it was a three count. While he is distracted Henry regains his sense, sneaking up behind Mason and lifting him up in the air. Henry then brings him back down with a nasty looking shin-breaker, instead of letting go of the hold he transitions it into the apex lock – an ankle lock. He drags Mason away from the ropes to the middle of the ring and twists his ankle till it about to snap. Mason tries his best to fight it, he lifts his body up off of the mat but Henry continues to crank at the hold. Mason once again uses his smaller size to jump in the air and roll underneath Henry’s legs. As Mason does so he hooks Henry’s leg and trips him. Then before Henry knows what hit him he locks in his finishing move the MA-47, a calf-killer. Mason uses all his strength to pull back on the hold – causing Henry to tap in the process. Mason lets go of the hold as the referre raises his hand.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH! MASON ANDREWS!”

The lights go dim and the big screen goes blank. For several long moments a hush falls over the theater. The silent darkness stretches out almost to the point of discomfort before the faintest gray static becomes visible. The sound system crackles to life with melancholy piano chords.
“Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling”
As the song begins the screen shows a hand picking up a towel and a water bottle from a bench.
“Maybe that’s the way I should go,
Straight into the mouth of the unknown”
Black and white archival footage shows and over-the-shoulder shot of someone drawing back the curtain at the stage entrance, revealing a screaming crowd surrounding a wrestling ring.
“I left the spare key on the table
I Never really thought I’d be able
To say I merely visit on the weekends
I lost my whole life and a dear friend”
The next shot shows footage of a shocked referee looking over the blood-stained canvas of a ring littered with broken tables, splintered 2×4’s, and thumbtacks.
“I’ve said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, nevermind
God knows I’ve tried”
The image on the screen switches back to a colored scene of a nearly empty locker room. The previously picked up water bottle and towel sit on a table. A woman’s figure stands with her back to the camera as she wraps each hand in black tape.
“Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it’s over I’ll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it’s over I don’t want you to hurt
It’s all that I can say. So, I’ll be on my way…”
The woman steps in a slow circle, the camera panning so that it is always at her back. As she turns the images before her switch from a cheering crowd to backstage with medical staff to a line of people waiting for autographs at a meet and greet to raindrops on a fogged up hotel window to a crumpled contract with “I Quit” scrawled across it in red to a pair of young fans in a front row at an event desperately shouting and looking as though they are about to cry and finally back to the locker room as the tune goes on.
A subtle voice-over doesn’t drown out the words of the song, but is clearly audible.
???: “So what is it that brings you back?”
???: “I’ve missed the thrill, and I’ve missed the competition. But most of all I’ve missed the fans.”
“I’ll always keep you inside, you healed my
Heart and my life… And you know I try.”
The unknown woman finally pulls open the door as the song draws through the final chorus, a blinding while light shines through the opening and fills the entire screen, slowly fading to leave behind the announcement:


UNDERCARD
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
LUNDY DAVIS VS. DUSTIN JARRETT VS. JAEDON CHURCH
POWERS: “The Following match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds she is Lundy Davis.”
Lundy music hits she walks out on the stage with a smirk along her glossy lips. She strikes a pose at the top of the ramp before heading to the ring. Upon entering the ring she does the splits to enter the ring. As she’s in the ring she strikes a few poses.
POWERS: ”And her opponent, hailing from Hunstville, Alabama, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is Dustin Jarrett!.”
Anthem for the Underdog starts blaring over the sound system. With the first drum hit, out comes Dustin Jarrett, rocking to the song as he jumps around, hyping himself up, as his manager, Heather Cooper, comes out to stand beside him. Dustin makes his way towards the ring, sliding in and running over to the turnbuckle and jumping up to pose for the crowd, as Heather applauds him from ringside. He hops down and runs across to the other side of the ring to do the same, before hopping down and waiting for his opponent.
POWERS: “And they’re opponent, hailing from Lansing, Michigain, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, he is Jaedon Church!!!”
The lights at the theater go out, rendering the flashlights of the fans’ cameras the only source of light in the area. A few seconds into the complete blackout, the melodic intro to Bring Me the Horizon’s “Sleepwalking” begins to echo through the speakers and at that exact time, the lights start to flicker in a quick pace. The fans, knowing full well what is going to happen next, start to show their dismay by filling the theater with a chorus of boos. Even though the atmosphere was anything but pleasant, Jaedon Church steps into the view, holding his head down. He stops at the stage, deep in thought. As he stands there, he slowly begins to lift his head up as a sinister smile creeps upon his lips. Jaedon begins descending down the ramp while Mike Powers announces his presence in an official capacity.
Having reached the end of the ramp by now, Jaedon walks up the cold steel stairs. Subsequently, he climbs to the top turnbuckle, spreading his arms and shouting loudly while looking up at the ceiling. Once done, Jaedon descends from the turnbuckle onto the apron. As a sign of his agility, he slingshots himself over the top rope and into the ring, causing a small thud to sound off as he lands in the ring. Not losing his focus for a single second, Jaedon walks over to one of the four corners and grabs the top ropes on each of his sides, then leaning forward. While doing so, Church patiently waits for his entrance music to fade out and the lights to go back to normal.
VASSA: ”All three new faces in Four Corner Wrestling. Let’s see who moves up the ranks here a little tonight.”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell tolls Dustin Jarrett is the first to attack, placing his aim on Lundy Davis as he Clothesline her right to the mat, Jaedon Church looking to sweep Jarrett off his feet with his feet, but Jarrett jumps over the leg, and knees Church dead in the chest. Lundy back to her feet and catching Jarrett with a Crossbody.
JOHNSON: “This is haywire already.”
Church gets back to his feet and charges toward Lundy, he looks for a Flying Knee but Lundy moves and looks for another Crossbody, Jaedon catching her and tossing her onto the ropes before Jarrett comes out of nowhere with a Missile Dropkick that sends Lundy over the ropes. Church Dropkicking Jarrett before climbing up a rope and leaping off with an elbow, Jarrett rolls out of the way and springs to his feet. Church gets to his, both men lock up but Church gets the better of Dustin with a quick takedown into a side Headlock.
Jarrett fights his way back to his feet with Church still around his neck, he Jarrett drops to his knees and connects with a Jawbreaker. Church stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Lundy slides in the ring and and charges toward Dustin who was darting toward Church and catches him with a Missle Dropkick of her own, Church lining Davis up and Spearing right through her before jumping back to his feet.
VASSA: ”This action has been fast paced already.”
JOHNSON: “Just some new signees trying to show they belong.”
Church bring Davis to her feet and whips her into the turnbuckle, she bounces off and is tripped by Dustin to spring to his feet and looks for a Roundhouse kick that Church ducks, Church grabbing Dustin’s leg and taking him down while Lundy runs up a turnbuckle, flips off and comes crashing into both Church and Dustin. She goes for the pin on Church.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
Church pushes Davis’s off of her and springs to his feet, he kicks Davis in the gut before uplifting her with an Atomic Drop. Dustin getting to his feet and looking to clothesling Church but Church ducks, trails behind Dustin and Clothesline him over the ropes. Jarrett holds on and flips back into the ring, when he does he is met by a Superkick from Lundy Davis before Chruch grabs Davis by the hair spins her around and hits her with the Emperor’s Throne. He drops down for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”And your winner…Jaedon Church.”
Jaedon’s music begins to play as he looks down at the both downed opponents. The ref raises his hands as his gaze is still on his opponents before the camera switches to the announce table.
VASSA: ”It is Jaedon Church who is able to pick up the victory here.”
JOHNSON: ”Well we’re heading backstage. Let’s go shall we.”

In the back hall way, the always cheery Roxi Johnson walks with a smile on her face. As she turns the corner however, Mannie Romero exits out of a locker room.
MANNIE: ”Hey Baby-Girl!”
ROXI: ”Hi Mannie!”
Roxi hugs Mannie tightly, his grin growing.
ROXI: ”So what’s new Mannie?”
MANNIE: ”Well Roxi I’m not sure if you heard the news but It was my birthday last week Beautiful.”
ROXI: ”Oh yeah I know Mannie but Happy birthday again though Sweetie!”
MANNIE: ”Thanks Roxi but do you know that I didn’t get a lot of presents this year Boo?”
ROXI: ”Oh… That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that. I was so busy last week I didn’t have time to get you a gift.”
MANNIE: ”Nah it’s cool Roxi but if want me to then you can still get me a present Too.”
ROXI: ”Okay Mannie, I can… like… make you a cake or something?”
MANNIE: ”Nah Boo I was thinking something else Honestly.”
ROXI: ”WelI whatever it is Mannie I just hope it’s not something expensive, because you know living with Keira burns a hole in my purse.”
Mannie chuckles.
MANNIE: ”Nah, Nah, it’s not expensive or anything Roxi but it’s actually about what you’ve been promising me for a long time Now.”
Roxi smiles sheepishly.
ROXI: ”Oh yeah that’s right I did say that I was going to be ready soon but I suppose for your birthday though I can still do that dance with you.”
Mannie becomes almost too excited as smiles.
MANNIE: ”Are You Serious? Ahhh… Look I got this private locker room and everything so if you want to come now then I’m with it?”
ROXI: ”Sure Mannie I’ve been practicing for good minute though, so hopefully I don’t fall down or something like that.”
MANNIE: ”Hey whatever you got to right now is fine with me Roxi because I’m sure it’ll be plenty good enough girl.”
Mannie leads Roxi by the hand and down the hall towards a locker room marked “We Dem Boyz” He opens it and Roxi walks in. Mannie shuts the door, only to open it seconds later hanging a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. The scene fades

UNDERCARD
JOHNNY SPADES VS. LORD RAAB
POWERS: “This following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and fifty two pounds, he is Johnny Spades.”
Without any music Johnny steps out onto the stage, huge smile plastered on his face as he jovially makes his way to the ring.
VASSA: “No Music? Eh.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t even remember him signing with 4 C W.”
VASSA: ”Look at him, he’s puny compared to the man he’s facing tonight in Lord Rabb.”
“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “The Masked German Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!”
Raab and Losak stand at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring, ignoring the fans in attendance. Raab then slowly proceeds towards the ring. Still ignoring the fans, he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for the match to begin as Henry Losak stands at ringside.
VASSA: ”Look at Spade’s face. This kid doesn’t look like he’s up for this.”
DING!!! DING!!!
With that Spades instantly holds his hands up not wanting anything to do with Lord Raab, circling the ring screaming “No no” before Henry trips him from outside of the ring. Raab holding onto the ropes, stomping the glimmer off of Spades before he lifts him to his fate and levels him with a Lou Thez Press, Henry Losak clapping as Lord Raab gets back to his feet. Raab grabs ahold of the ropes once more, puts his boot to Spades chin and lifts himself up on it for five seconds while Spades feet kick in the air, the ref stepping in to break it up.
Raab stares at the referee before grabbing Spades by the hair and lifting him back to his feet. He knees Spades in the gut before driving him to the mat with a DDT, turning him over and getting in the mount position before he headbutts Spades repeatedly, grabbing him by the head and socking him in the chin. The crowd boos as Henry taunts them. Raab getting back to his feet and dragging Spades into the center of the ring, Spades slowly gets back to his feet, but little did Raab know he was playing possum as Raab darts across the ring looking for a Clothesline that Spades duck, trips Raab and follows up by placing Raab in a Headlock.
JOHNSON: “There goes Spade showing a little something.”
VASSA: ”This kid has no chance in there. Who booked this match tonight?”
Spades tries holding onto the lock but Raab pushes him off and into a turnbuckle, Spades bounces off and into the arms of Raab who Suplex’s one of Spade’s boot off with that menacing impact. Raab bursting to his feet to boos from the crowd as he begins to stalk Spade who slowly gets to his feet, Raab darting across the ring and driving through Spades with a Spear. Raab about to go for the pin but Henry taps the match catching Raab’s attention. He waves a finger, Raab nodding his head and getting back to his feet.
JOHNSON: ”Aw come on. Give the kid a break.”
Raab grabs Spades by the hair and lifts him back to his feet. He looks for a Headbutt but Spades ducks, and throws the weakest punch Raab has ever felt. Spades bouncing off a rope and looking for a Flying Clothesling that has no technique what so ever, Raab catching him and driving him to the mat with a Crucifix Powerbomb.
Henry Losak continues to clap on the outside of the ring while Raab slowly brings himself back to his feet while looking down at Spades, Spades looking lifeless as Raab drags him to the center of the ring and pulls him to his feet by the arm. Raab looks over at Henry who smiles and nods his head, Raab wrapping around Spades before lifting him up, Spades elbows Raab back to back causing Raab to let him go before Spades hops up, twists around Raab’s neck and brings him down with a sloppy Hurricarana, the crowd showing Spades a little love as Henry looks irate on the outside of the ring.
JOHNSON: “That was sloppy but it brung Rabb down.”
VASSA: ”Spades climbing up the ropes. I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
JOHNSON: ”Cold be the move he calls Spades Away.”
Spades leaps off with a Flipping Frogsplash but Raab rolls out of the way and quickly darts to his feet. He grabs Spades and lifts him back to his feet as well, wrapping him up in position for a Bridging Suplex Pin, Raab lifting him up and deviating Spades with The KillerPin as the ref slides in, beginning the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…LOOOORD RAAAAAABB!!!”
The crowd begins to boo as “Monster” by Skillet begins to play. Henry Losak sliding in the ring and holding Raab’s arm up as Raab stares down at Johnny Spades who lays motionless.
VASSA: “Well that makes two wins in a row for Lord Rabb. Could this be a sign of Rabb doing bigger and better things here in Four Corner Wrestling?”
JOHNSON: ”Who knows, the roster has been growing vastly. It’s going to take more than a win over Johnny Spades before I talk about bigger and better things though.”
VASSA: “One thing is for sure, Johnny Spades doesn’t want to be in the ring with Lord Rabb anymore…but let’s head backstage folks.”

The cameras are rolling backstage where we spot the beautiful Veronica Taylor who is dressed in a black top, a red miniskirt, black ankle boots, and a black Chanel handbag. The arrogant mean girl looks around with a look of disgust at everyone around as she texts someone on her iPhone 6 plus. As she places it back in in her bag however, she soon spots Griffin Hawkins, dressed in jeans and a Marilyn Monroe T-Shirt as her disgusted look turns into a sly smirk as she saunters over as she says.
TAYLOR:“Hey, looks like we have ran into each other yet again. You know, I thought about what you said about the head games and what not and I really think we can make some waves together. So I am offering another chance if you will.”
He looks up at her, not sure if she was being sincere or not.
HAWKINS: “Are you being serious?”
Veronica beamed a smile at him as she ran her hand through her long blonde highlighted hair. The Cuban beauty began speaking in her normal tone.
TAYLOR:” Yes, I mean you have a following won’t lie and plus you know I have mine. I mean think about all you have now. While that is impressive, you could have so much more, And someone like me is what you need. Someone with the resources to give you magazine covers, to give you prime time attention, to make your name world wide know by more than the “Wrestling community”. Money, titles, the hottest girls, and all of it can be yours.”
HAWKINS: “Hmm…you do bring up a lot of good points. You have your cult following and I have mine. With both ours together it’d be one big unit. We would definitely be the talk of 4CW..together we’d rule the company with an iron fist.”
Veronica smirks before nodding slowly as she continues.
TAYLOR:” Look, I been on main stream television, a world famous supermodel, and a successful business woman. We would rule this company with an iron fist your in ring ability and my brains. Together we would be unstoppable.”
Veronica smirked arrogantly.
HAWKINS: “With all that..I think I am ready to make my decision.”
She smiles excitedly.
TAYLOR:” And whats that? I know you would make the right choice.”
HAWKINS:” …The answer…is no.”
Her expression quickly changes. Veronica looks confused and angry as to being told no.
TAYLOR: “Ugh, really? your making a mistake, trust me on that honey.”
HAWKINS: “No..the mistake would be me aligning with you. I told you before..I don’t do anything for anybody except myself. Nobody owns me..and nobody tells me what to do. I’m gonna be Extreme Champion…but it’s going to be on MY terms, not yours sweetie.”
Veronica rolled her eyes before speaking.
TAYLOR: “Oh, yet that’s why you’re not in the national spotlight. The world knows who I am. You on the other hand are the one making the big mistake. Because lets face it, I know more about making money than you will ever know. So you know what honey? You’re going to regret this.”
HAWKINS:” See, that’s what makes you and I different. I don’t attend red carpet parties or banquets, I don’t put myself in the public eye for TMZ to notice me. I don’t want all that..the only adulation that I need is from those people out there. In the last 11 years of my career I did whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. I see no reason to change that now.”
TAYLOR:” Well look at this way, you’re going to regret this. You made a big mistake saying no. No one says no to me. And when you’re regretting this, I will be there to make sure to rub it in your face. Sorry bout it.”
Veronica flips her hair and saunters off arrogantly as her heels clacked against the hard floor. Griffin stares intently after her

Ramona steps out before a cloud of smoke. She turns and faces to the right hand side of the theater. As the first few notes and lyrics of “Me and Mary Jane” by Black Stone Cherry kicks up.
“Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin’ on, goin’ on
Creepin’ up slow, hangin’ ’round my back door, my back door!”
As the song plays Sativa creeps up behind Ramona and slinks up Ramona’s back and stands back to back with her. They smile and turn and head towards the ring. Both trash talking and messing with the crowd. They get into the ring and head to opposite corners and stand on the second rope. They both hold their arms out to pose for the crowd before jumping down to the mat. Sativa gets a couple of mics and hands one to Ramona.
SATIVA: ”You know, we planned to come out here and make fun of some people in the back some more but fuck that shit.”
The crowd erupts into boos.
SATIVA: ”Shut the fuck up! Instead of making fun of the special eds in the back we are issuing a challenge. Any team in the back that wants a piece of the Black Dahlias come on down!”
RAMONA: ”Come on Sativa, you know damn well no one is gonna accept the challenge. We asked the front office and they said every team they got is afraid to face us. We’re too mean, we’re too scary, excuses, excuses, excuses! No one back there is stupid enough to…”
Ramona was interrupted by the sound of someone banging on a mic.
BILLY: ”Is this thing on?”
THE KIDD: ”Of course it is. They wouldn’t give em to us if they weren’t on.”
Billy and The Kidd, also know as Team Slayer, come out from the back each holding a mic.
BILLY: ”Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait up, hold”
THE KIDD: ”The phone. I don’t know who you two broads think you are or who you talked to. But Team Slayer”
BILLY: ”Ain’t no cowards! We will fight you right here, right now!”
Team Slayer hold their arms out, looking at the ring to see if the Black Dahlias accept their challenge. Sativa and Ramona look at each other and then can’t help but burst out laughing.
SATIVA: ”You two. Against us? Are you that fucking stupid?”
RAMONA: ”Alright then come on down boys, it’s your funerals.”
SATIVA: ”Let’s put some smiles on those faces!”
Sativa and Ramona drop their mics and step back motioning for Team Slayer to bring it on. They oblige by dropping their own mics and sprinting for the ring. They slide under the bottom ropes and then stand and rush the Black Dahlias. Sativa kicks The Kidd in the gut doubling him over. Ramona goes for the same thing on Billy but he catches her foot. He throws it out to the side and Ramona turns with the momentum and nails Billy with a Dragon Whip. As she connects with that Sativa jumps onto the Kidd’s back and flips him forward with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb.
JOHNSON: ”Team Slayer answered the Dahlias challenge only to get dropped. Ramona taking out Billy with Punked and Savita dropping the Kidd with Blitzed!”
VASA: ”These ladies mean business Steve!”
Ramona lifts up Billy and whips him into the corner. Both Sativa and Ramona pantomime hitting a joint. Ramona plants herself on her hands and knees in front of Billy. Sativa stands in the opposite corner and takes off at full speed towards Billy. She places a foot on Ramona’s back and boosts herself up delivering an aided leg lariat to Billy.
VASA: ”OH MY GOD! Did you see that Steve? Like clockwork these two ladies run!”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed I did Vinny. They call that move Flyin High.”
Sativa drags The Kidd over to an empty corner and set him up for Ramona who is climbing the turnbuckles. The two once again bring in the pantomime, this time doing the cut throat symbol. Sativa grabs the feet of The Kidd and holds his legs up in a V shape. Ramona leaps off the top rope landing a wicked leg drop to The Kidd. At the same time Sativa delivers a double leg drop between his legs. The Kidd rolls around on the mat in pain.
JOHNSON: ”Off With His Head. Fitting name as it seems to be effective.”
VASA: ”Doubly effective I would say. Which head did they take off there?”
Ramona goes back over to Billy and dumps him out of the corner. Which she then proceeds to climb. Sativa drags Billy around and aligns him facing the corner. Sativa curls his fingers around her mouth mimicking making a smile. She grabs his feet and slingshots Billy face first towards the corner. As this happens Ramona leaps off the drop rope nailing Billy in the face with a drop kick.
JOHNSON: ”And what an end point with The Glasgow Smile!”
VASA: ”Billy is gonna be feeling that for a month or more!”
The Black Dahlias roll Team Slayer out of the ring and pick up their mics again.
SATIVA: ”That is our message. We dropped these bitches without so much as breaking a sweat.”
RAMONA: ”And don’t think we couldn’t do that to any other team out there either!”
SATIVA: ”This will continue ever Adrenaline until we get our match. We want our debut match! I don’t care if you have to sacrifice half the damned tag roster at once just to get us a match. Just do it!”
RAMONA: ”Sorry, we’re not sorry!”
Both ladies grin and drop their mics as “Me and Mary Jane” by Black Stone Cherry starts to play over the speakers. The crowd erupts into a thunderous chorus of boos. The two exit the ring and head to the back, exchanging a high five as they go.

Off to the backstage area of the Coleman Theatre we go!
There it stands a massive, almost six foot tall structure of cheap wood and fake golden emblems, complete with a nameplate which reads “EWI Breakout Male Star 2015 – Brody Lee Prince” you might have heard about this by now. If you haven’t then you’re probably really lucky, because Brody Lee has been telling the world about it for the past couple of weeks. As the camera pans back the trophy is sitting on a short table which has a red cloth covering it, and around the table are four sets of velvet ropes which keep it from the general public from touching. Standing next to the trophy is none other than Brody Lee’s agent, Max Von Grant, wearing a cheap suit with a tie that doesn’t match which is tied so tight it looks it is causing his head to swell up like a balloon. Max is even wearing white gloves. Off to his right a little bit is an unhappy looking Starla Von Grant who has a Polaroid camera around her neck. Yes, her ample rack is doing a good job of holding the camera up some on its own.
Just then Brody Lee Prince appears on the screen, his arm is around that of some random person from the backstage area. Brody Lee escorts the person towards the trophy, Max undoing the velvet rope in the process and turning around so that Starla can snap a picture.
BRODY LEE: “And this? This is the trophy I was telling you about, I won this trophy for being EWI’s Breakout Male Star. She’s my pride an’ joy, I call her Marla.”
There is an audible groan from Starla as she snaps the Polaroid camera. As the picture slides out of the bottom she takes it out and gives the biggest ‘handjob’ shake possible while trying to get the film to develop quickly. Brody Lee turns to the guy next to him and smiles.
BRODY LEE: “And now, you too get a chance to have a piece of history.”
Starla hands over the photo to Brody Lee who snaps his fingers and has Max sign it for him. Brody Lee then hands the photo to the guy.
BRODY LEE: “Alright, that’ll be five bucks.”
The guy has a puzzled look on his face.
GUY: “I don’t even know why you brought me over here, I just asked if you were all set for your match tonight. I don’t need a photo of you and this trophy, and five bucks? Are you nuts?”
Brody Lee doesn’t seem to pay at all attention to what the man is saying, instead he just gives a smirk. He reaches out his hand for the money and that’s when his smirk disappears from his face into an intimidating look, his other arm and hand tigthen their grip on the back of the man’s neck. The much shorter and smaller man, reaches into his pocket and slides over Brody Lee a five dollar bill. The smile returns to Brody Lee as he gives the man the photo.
BRODY LEE: “Another satisfied customer! And another five dollars for us, Marla.”
STARLA: “Starla.”
BRODY LEE:“Marla.”
STARLA:“No, I’m Starla.”
BRODY LEE:“And I’m talking to Marla, not you.”
Brody Lee points to the trophy. Starla rolls her eyes and walks off.
BRODY LEE: “Alright Max, who’s next to take a photo?”
It appears to be a large man wearing a mask and smirks at Brody, laughing sarcastically on his achievement. As soon as Brody looks up, he realises it’s Lord Raab, staring at him and the trophy.
LORD RAAB: “Look at you, taking pride in some trophy nobody cares about. Your achievement of beating some unknown wrestler on the supershow doesn’t compare to retiring a legend’s career. Instead of saying it, I demand you give me the trophy now, showing what a useless peon worm you are.”
Raab waits to see if Brody will give Raab the trophy as he’s shaking in fear, not wanting anything to do with this angry sick German monster as he eventually snatches the trophy away from Brody and takes one look at it before he lifts the trophy up above his head and drops it on the floor, smashing in tiny pieces as Raab stomps on it, smashes it against the wall. Raab’s laughing as he sees the reaction on Brody’s face as Brody speaks.
BRODY LEE: “What the?! Why the!? Maaaaaaaaaaarla!”
Brody Lee falls to his knees and starts scooping up the various pieces of the trophy into a pile, while Raab continues to laugh at him. Brody Lee pushes himself back up to his feet and stands toe to toe with the mad German.
BRODY LEE: “What in the he–”
Brody Lee does the finger tap thing to the chest of the masked monster standing in front of him as he speaks, it’s about midway through his sentence he realizes that he’s acutally poking him with his finger which causes him to stop speaking and put the finger away slowly. His bottom lip curls, and Brody Lee turns tail and runs.

UNDERCARD
VERONICA TAYLOR VS. ALICIA MATTHEWS
“4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo”
“1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I’m perfect ”
Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the theater, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica’s Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the “stench” in the theater.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twnety five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, she is “The First Class Model”, Veronica Taylor!’
“Yeah, that’s right, it’s the Superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I’m at the bar
All them people wanna try it’s like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I’m like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas”
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera “So damn first class baby”, before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.
POWERS: ”And the opponent, coming to the ring from West Hollywood, California, weighing in at one hundred forty pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, Alicia “Mercedes” Matthews!”
The theater grows dark and the fans jump to their feet when they notice “Mercedes” flash across the screen, Mercedes makes her way from behind the curtain listening to the loud ovation from the audience, she smiles making her way slowly down the ramp, she plays to the crowd, flipping her hair as she makes to towards the steps. She walks up each step and stops at the ring post, suddenly pink smoke rises from under the ring flowing throughout the air, Mercedes climbs into the ring and waits for the bell.
JOHNSON: ”4CW is always signing new talent and these two ladies are just that.”
VASSA: ”I think I’m in love!”
JOHNSON: ”You’re in love with any woman that signs with 4CW.”
VASSA: ”They’re HOTT!!!”
The ref checks with each former and then throws his arm in the air signaling for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
The two slowly approach the center of the ring, eyes locked on each other. Circling each other for a moment, the two lock up. Alicia takes lead and wraps her arm around Taylor’s head, applying a side headlock. Taylor quickly plants her hands in Alicia’s back and pushes her off, sending her to the ropes. As Alicia comes back, Taylor takes her down to the mat face first with a drop toe hold. The two then scramble to get up to their feet, Taylor first. As Alicia stands straight up, Taylor is right there to kick her in the stomach with a right foot. Taylor then steps beside her and locks in an abdominal stretch in the center of the ring. The ref quickly rushes in to check with Alicia for a submission. Refusing to submit, Alicia manages to break her arm free and pushes herself away from Taylor.
Taylor then lunges forward at her and slaps her across the cheek with a stinging open hand that sends a sound piercing through the crowd noise. Alicia then fires back and connect with an open hand of her own across Taylor’s cheek. Taylor then fakes another slap, forcing Alicia to flinch. Taylor then sweeps in and takes Alicia to the mat with a single leg takedown. Climbing on top of her, Taylor fires away with a series of punches. After landing a few, Taylor pushes herself up and walks around to Alicia’s head and reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of hair. Taylor then pulls backwith her feet planted into the mat, trying to rip the hair away from Alicia’s head. The ref quickly comes in and breaks up the hold and forces Taylor to back away.
VASSA: ”Hair pulling and slaps, it doesn’t get any better than this with two lovely ladies in the ring. Well, at least for a wrestling program that is!”
JOHNSON: ”A good ole cat fight!”
Alicia stands to her feet, holding her head in pain with an angry look across her face. Taylor then comes at her and lunges forward but takes a knee to the stomach. Alicia than grabs hold and lifts her up, dropping her to the mat with a snap suplex. The two quickly rushto get to their feet but Alicia does first. Veronica comes at her in a rage but gets caught with another kick to the stomach. This time, Alicia wraps her arm around her head and falls back, planting her head into the canvas with a DDT. Alicia then stands to her feet and kicks Taylor a few times before grabbing her by the head and lifting her up. Wrapping her arm around Taylor’s head, Veronica then takes a few steps forward and jumps into the air, hitting Taylor with a bulldog. Alicia stands up and Veronica pushes herself up in a daze. Alicia then grabs her by the arm and throws her to the corner. As Taylor hits the corner, Alicia is right there popping up from a handspring and connecting with an elbow to Taylor’s jaw.
Taylor stumbles away from the corner, still on her feet though. Once at the center of the ring, Alicia then runs at her but as she gets close, Taylor catches her off guard and lifts her up and drops her across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Alicia falls to the mat, holding her back in pain as Taylor looks on while down on one knee. Taylor then stands up and slowly walks over to Alicia and grabs her by the hair, pulling her up to her feet. With two handfuls of hair, Taylor positions herself behind Alicia. She then drops to one knee and pulls Alicia backwards, dropping her back across her knee once more. Alicia falls over to the mat and Taylor quickly rolls her over and covers for the pin.
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Oh that was a close!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t know how she managed to kick out after those two back to back back breakers.”
VASSA: ”Stand back now! You’re dropping that word too many times in one sentence.”
Veronica looks up at the ref with disappointment and anger as she pushes herself up. She then complains to the ref for the slow count for a moment, giving Alicia the opportunity to get up. Before she can stand, Taylor hits her with a double axe handle across the back, knocking Alicia back to her stomach. Taylor then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. Taylor then lifts Alicia vertically into the air for a suplex. Before she can fall backwards, Alicia squirms her way out of the hold and lands on her feet behind Taylor. She then wraps her arms around her waist and lifts her up and drives her back into the mat with a German suplex.
Alicia then stands to her feet and paces the ring as Taylor slowly begins to rise. As Veronica gets to one knee about to stand, Alicia runs to the ropes and leaps into the air, planting her feet on the middle rope and springboarding back. As she flies through the air towards Taylor, Alicia wraps her arm around her head and plants it into the mat with a springboard DDT. The ring rattles after the big move. Alicia pops up to her feet as the crowd gets behind her. She then sits back and waits as Veronica begins to push herself up, slowly in a daze. As she stands, Alicia moves in and jumps in the air, wrapping her arm around Taylor’s head and dropping her to the mat with a cutter.
JOHNSON: ”I believe she likes to call that the Mercedes Cutter.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m just looking at those turd cutters. You can call the moves whatever you feel like.”
Alicia then covers Taylor for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Both of these ladies debuted tonight in 4CW but only one could walk away with the win.”
VASSA: ”The fans are the real winners tonight with these beauties in the ring.”
“Feeling Myself” hits the speakers as Alicia stands to her feet and the ref raises her arm for the victory.
POWERS: ”And the winner by pinfall, ALICIA “MERCEDES” MATTHEWS!!!”

???: “Thanks man I really appreciate that.”
The cameras unfold to the Pride Champion Lo’Renzo Porter whose dressed quite differently than usual. Tonight his suave is on another level as he’s wearing an all white tailor made suit, but for some color a custom Tye Dye colored belt and a pair of white and blue shelltoe Adidas. Of course the Pride title around his shoulder as he chunks up the dueces to Mark who works with the Production team.
???: “Nice win out there at Winter Wasteland man.”
FLIPP: “Good look brah brah.”
He didn’t know who he was but he appreciated his gratitude. Eric whose a stagehand walking by with his normal cup of coffee.
ERIC: “Way to go LP.”
He raised his cup of coffee and nodded his head.
FLIPP: “Thanxs E preciate it.”
Lo’Renzo raised his fist before he see’s someone he wanted to ask a question. His hand waving in the air before he yells out.
FLIPP:“Ayo Mike hold up real quick.”
Mike Powers who is the ring announcer of Four Corner Wrestling was making his way inside the bathroom before Flipp interrupts him. He sucks his teeth and mumbles under his breath before Lo’Renzo steps up to him.
FLIPP:“Aye Mike I need a favor from you man. ”
POWERS: “What’s up?”
FLIPP:“I need you to say the intro to my show cuz you the perfect person for it. Plus you the musical magician out there. I need music, sound effects, oh you know where I can find a band? Plus…”
Mike looks at Lo’Renzo perplexed while holding up a hand.
POWERS: “Calm down son. Geesh. You going a lil too fast for me. I heard music and sound effects but what was the last part?”
FLIPP:“A band.”
Once more Mike looks at the Pride Champion taken aback.
POWERS: “Boy I’m Mike Powers. I am a musical god. Did you hear me? Musical god. Of course. I started out in a band, well group but we did it all youngblood.”
FLIPP:“Think you can get your sqaud here in Oklahoma right now?”
POWERS: “Ew ummmm.”
Mike places one hand to his chin and the other to his hip.
POWERS: “I don’t think I can do that.”
Lo’Renzo sucks his teeth and snaps his finger.
FLIPP:“You got me though right? Imma still need you out there.”
POWERS: “Of course champ. I’m just going to need a favor from you too.”
FLIPP:“What’s good?”
Mike whispers into Lo’Renzo ears.
FLIPP:“I gotchu brah brah. Don’t even worry about that.”
They dap eachother up before Lo’Renzo begins to walk away.
FLIPP:“Imma catch you later.”
Walking along their way was Brian Hartman. Another person Flipp wanted to see tonight. Flipp throwing his hands in the air.
FLIPP:“B HAAAAART!!! What’s good boy?”
HARTMAN: “Nothing much man.”
Flipp pats Hartman on the back before placing his hand to his shoulder.
FLIPP:“I need a favor from you.”
Hartman looks around before answering.
HARTMAN: “What’s that?”
FLIPP:“I need you to be my co-host. Gotta have B Hart on The Session too. I know you up for it. It’s what you do.”
Brian pushes his glasses back to his face before nodding his head.
HARTMAN: “Sure.”
Lo’Renzo hugs Brian before they share a high five.
FLIPP:“You the truth B Hart. Thanx brah brah.”
HARTMAN: “No problem.”
Lo’Renzo continues his way down the hall before coming up the hall is the new 4CW General Manager himself.
FLIPP:“KY whats good brah?”
YOUNG: “Just the man I was looking for. First of all, one hell of a match at Winter Wasteland. You both tore the house down. And I gotta say, it looks good on you.”
Young motions to the Pride Championship.
YOUNG: “But if I’m being honest, it’d look a lot better on me.”
The two share a laugh.
YOUNG: “You know I’m messing. I’m happy for you, man. Although, I am a little disappointed.”
Lo’Renzo throws his hands in the air while looking at Khris confused.
FLIPP:“Damn what I did you?”
YOUNG:“You have this new show and everything and I didn’t even get the invite to be the first guest. What’s up with that?”
FLIPP:“Aw just thought that the peeps wanted to get some words from the new Tag Team champs. That’s all.”
Young swings his hand around and hits Flipp on the shoulder and laughs.
YOUNG: “It’s cool, I’m just pulling your leg. You’re moving on up. Pride champion, your own show. I’ve got mad respect for you, Flipp. Keep doing your thing. ”
Khris looks down at his watch.
YOUNG: “I gotta get going. I just wanted to congratulate you in person and wish you the best of luck. Knock em dead.”
FLIPP: “Thanks big dog, means allot man. Catch you later.”
They share a handshake before Khris continues his way down the hall, Lo’Renzo snapping his finger as his mind goes back to The Session tonight.
FLIPP:“About a band though…where Tommy Knox at?”
He begins to further his way down the hall as the camera begin their slow fade.

UNDERCARD
KYRA MCKNIGHT VS. BRODY LEE PRINCE
POWERS: “The Following Contest is scheduled for One Fall for your Viewing pleasure…Allow me to introduce the first contestant! Standing at Five Foot, Six Inches tall and weighing in at One Hundred and Forty Three Pounds soaking wet! KYYYRAAAA MCKNNNIGGGHTTT!!!”
The pulsing intro to Halestorm’s “Freak Like Me” begins to play through the PA system as the lights fade to black. The arena stays dark for several seconds, but when the song finally kicks off, the lights kick back on and Kyra pushes her way past the curtain, looking out into the crowd.
“I’m on the train that’s pulling the sick and twisted,
Making the most of the ride before we get arrested,
We’re all wasted, And we’re not going home tonight.”
“Covered in black we lack the social graces,
Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages,
They can’t tame us,
So if you’re one of us, get on the bus”
She leans back, throwing the horns up with both hands, taking a half-skip to get herself moving down the ramp, slapping hands a with a few of the fans, but rather quickly making it down to ringside.
“If you’re a freak like me, wave your flag!
If you’re a freak like me, get off your ass!
It’s our time now, to let it all hang out!
(So shout)
If you’re a freak like me, you were born to burn
This is no disease, you don’t need a cure
It’s our time now to come out…
She jumps up onto the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and flashing a grin to the nearby crowd. She points out one fan in particular, nodding before stepping under the bottom rope, moving over to the nearest set of turnbuckles and throwing the horns up again.
“If you’re a freak like me!
If you’re a freak like me!”
She jumps off the turnbuckle, settling back into the corner and waiting for the bell to ring.
POWERS: “And her opponent, from Dallas/Fort Worth Texas! BRRRODDDY LEEE PRRRIIINCCCEE!!”
The beautiful opening notes of Ennio Morricone’s “The Ecstasy of Gold” begins to play out of the arena. The curtain parts open and out walks Brody Lee Prince, he seems surprisingly ready for the match before him. Brody Lee slowly marches down towards the ring doing as much talking to the fans as humanly possible. Chew drips from his lips as he stares inside the ring and hypes himself up for a match he believes he can not only win but dominate. Brody Lee removes his black Stetson hat and gives it a big old kiss before handing it over to Starla. He then takes the lump of chew out of his lips and hands that to Max with instructions to save that for later before climbing the steel stairs and entering the ring between the ropes.
JOHNSON: “Brody Lee isn’t his usual self right now..He seems to want to fight here? Usually we’d be seeing him exit the ring, try to talk or run his way out of a fight but suddenly he’s looking prepared for battle?”
VASSA: “I believe it’s because of his opponent. At 143 pounds, not sure how he could lose. The sheer size difference alone, Brody needs to just grab hold of her once. It’s physics, science.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think you give the females on this roster, size difference or not their due credit. The women of 4 Corners are pure athletes, some of the best I have seen in the years I’ve covered this sport.”
VASSA: “I think Brody disagrees with you, at least when it comes to Kyra and this match. He will beat this snatch up, just you watch!”
DING!!! DING!!!
The referee signals for the bell and waves both competitors in for battle. Brody stands with a big smile on his face as he rubs his hands together. Kyra puts her fists up and moves in closer. Laughing at the small female, Brody Lee begins talking trash to her, pointing at her, mocking the size difference between the two. His head turns to look at ringside, to laugh with his Agent, Max Von Grant but Max Von Grant’s laughter cuts short and Brody Lee turns back to Kyra too late as she pops off her feet into a twist, whipping herself and connecting with a Spinning Heel Kick to Brody’s chest. It sends him falling back into the ropes.
As she hurries back to her feet, Brody Lee rushes at her and goes to snatch her up with a grapple but she dodges his attempt, ducking under his reaching hands. Kyra quickly hits Brody with a 2 Punch Combo to his midsection before moving out from Brody Lee’s grasp. Putting distance between herself and Brody Lee Prince, Kyra McKnight hears the cheers from the crowd at her close encounter going in her favor. It doesn’t sit well with Brody who bull rushes towards her, looking to take her head off with a brutal clothesline but again the more agile and fast moving Kyra ducks and rolls away from her attacker.
JOHNSON: “She’s playing this smart but Brody Lee seems to be losing the confidence he had coming into this match.”
McKnight steps up, leaps off her feet and throws out a Standing Dropkick but Brody Lee swipes it to the side and pounces on Kyra as she drops to the canvas and tries to spring back to her feet. He collapses on her, wraps his arms around her stomach and lifts her, whipping her up and over with a side slam.
VASSA: “Nice Side Slam by Brody Lee, puts her right on the canvas where she belongs! Get her Lee!!”
Using her to push himself up, he yanks her off the canvas by her hair. The referee tries to intervene but Brody stands behind her, picks her up and drops her with a Reverse Atomic Drop. Kyra bounces and flops forward, reaching out and grabs the ropes to keep herself from falling down. As she stands up and turns around, Brody Lee is rushing in and drives a Running Knee in her stomach. The wind is knocked out of her as she bends over and gasps for a breath. Again he yanks her standing straight with a handful of hair. The crowd roars with boos from his actions as the referee calls for him to release the hair again.
Kyra cocks back, hitting Brody to the mouth with a back elbow. She throws a second and he releases her hair and stumbles back from the sharp and throbbing pain in his face. Bursting forward, Kyra races across the ring, springs against the ropes and rockets off them with sound breaking speed. Brody is stuck holding his nose from the elbows but his eyes watch her, track her as she blazes back at him. She takes off, he seemingly catches her and she spins around him with a Tilt-A-Whirl before whipping him over with Head scissor take down. The fans in the crowd pop with cheer as she is right back to her feet.
JOHNSON: “This is not the match Brody Lee Prince thought it’d be! Oh look, now his true personality begins to shine..”
Instead of standing, Brody slides out of the ring under the bottom ropes. The referee walks up to the ropes and starts to count Brody out and he signals for a “Time Out” but the referee ignores the request and moves on to the count of 3. Being done, Brody waves the ref off and rounds the corner heading for the entrance ramp. Fans in the audience rain down boos over his decision but before he can leave ring side, his girlfriend Starla and Agent Max Von Grant stop him. The trio argues, he tries pushing through their extended arms like a game of Red Rover but Brody doesn’t win.
Kyra McKnight rushes at the closest corner to the side of the ring where Brody is. She runs up the turnbuckles and rockets over the ropes with a Crossbody. She comes crashing down on the trio at ringside creating a pileup. The arena fills with claps and laughter as fans seem to not only expect these things but enjoy them during Brody Lee Prince matches.
VASSA: “These fans wonder why bad guys are bad, these fans make them bad! Cheering for their pain. They don’t understand Brody’s pain and emotions.”
JOHNSON: “Oh please! They boo Brody, they cheer his misfortunes because he tries to call time outs! He tries to not fight the good fight, he’s a coward! Don’t make excuses for him, you enable people like that, give them an easy excuse.”
VASSA: “It’s true. Take Dakota Smith for instance, I believe he has deep emotions that have made him who he is. If he was only hugged more as a child…”
JOHNSON: “What? I–I’m not even going to give that a response..”
As the pile of bodies move around, Kyra McKnight has crawled to the ring and pulled herself up enough to roll in under the bottom ropes. Brody Lee near the steel stairs, slowly climbs up them as the referee gets to 6 on the count after having to restart it when Kyra took to the skies. Brody uses the ropes to pull himself up and Kyra comes in, blasting him with a elbow to the head. He sticks her with a thumb to the eye and she drops to her knees grabbing at her eyes. The referee checks on her and Brody Lee Prince hurries inside the ring and grabs her up, stands her on her feet, spins in a circle and goes to connect with his Spinning Lariat but Kyra ducks it rushes across the ring, bounces into the ropes and springs from them. She runs up to Brody, climbs him and claps him to the back of his head with a Step Up Enzuigiri and Brody walks forward in a daze before slapping forward, face first into the canvas.
Using all the strength she has, Kyra barely manages to roll Brody over and covers him as the referee is already prepared to slap the canvas.
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
Brody shoves Kyra completely off him and hurries to get to his feet, slamming his open palms down onto the canvas before pushing up. Kyra gets up and last second spots Brody Lee rushing in. She ducks another clothesline, both spin around, Kyra swiftly swings a Middle Kick but Brody catches it, spins her back around throwing her leg and in that moment he himself spins around and as both come face to face again, Brody Lee dives at her with his Spinning Clothesline but Kyra ducks and is missed by mere inches. As Brody hurries to his feet, Kyra hops up from her knees to her feet in a swift motion. They turn to each other, Kyra pops up and hits a Leg Lariat that puts Brody on his back.
In a hurry, Kyra dips through the ropes, climbs the turnbuckles from the ring apron. She looks down at Brody and takes to the skies again, this time she hits an Imploding 450 Splash and the fans erupt in cheers as the referee drops and slaps the canvas.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “She did it! Kyra beat a much bigger MAN! Ha! Proves you right Vassa, small packages come in explosions and they came tonight named Kyra McKnight!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “That is luck, she got lucky.”
POWERS: “The winner by pinfall, KYRA MMCCKKNNIIGGHHTT!!!”
Staying laid across him, Kyra turns onto her back and raises her hands above her head as the fans cheer for her win. The referee steps in and helps her up onto her feet before raising her hand in victory. Brody slowly rolls from the ring and is helped by Starla and Max Von Grant.

She hadn’t wanted to be here. To say the last few weeks had been full of ups and downs was an all too accurate statement and though she had and would continue to bitch about being given a break from performing for 4CW for the latest show the truth was it had probably done Ramona a bit of good whether she wanted to think so or not. Two weeks ago she had no plans to be here in Miami, Oklahoma but her pal and partner Sativa had requested her presence and after the lightest of arm twisting the dark haired woman gave in.
So she had failed to capture the Pride Championship gold, a potential amorous ally had fallen through pitifully on her and she was without a match for the first time in several months. It was only natural that a bit of disappointment had gotten the best of her for a while. After several days spent to herself locked inside her own home and eating nothing but chocolate pudding cups she’d pulled herself out of the rut though and now things were looking up once again. So why not head to Oklahoma and check out her partner’s match, she’d figured.
Which brought us to exactly where Ramona was now, the backstage catering table. Occasionally one of the roster’s talents or even a crew member would stroll by and grab Quaker Oats bar or something similar but for the most part she was all by her lonesome. Not that she seemed to notice or care. She was still in the same casual clothes she’d been wearing earlier when her and Sativa had made their presence felt in the ring by laying out Team Slayer.
Her manicured fingers picked up a baby carrot and dipped it into the ranch dressing next to it but rather than eat it she just kept stirring the little veggie round and round in the dip. Stupidly, she giggled at some internal thought and continued to do so until someone approached her, bursting into her reality.
VOICE: “Ramona?”
RAMONA: “Wha..?”
Her glassy eyes looked up from the food stuffs and she found herself gazing at Gabriel Hartman. It seemed like it took a moment for her to register him but when she finally did she smiled a little bit more warmly than she would have most times.
RAMONA: “Gaaaabe, look at you. Diggin the outfit man it’s very … Hobo-chic?”
Compared to her attitude not too long ago in the ring where she’d been all piss and vinegar this was quite a different Ramona and Gabriel wasn’t at all unaware of it. He composed himself, smoothing down the edges of his shirt before extending the microphone towards her. Feeling it was a little too close she wrinkled her nose in turn pushed it back just a little bit.
HARTMAN: “Uh, thanks I guess. Ramona after what just happened with you and Sativa out in the ring some people are starting to say-”
RAMONA: “Gaaaaabe. That happened like an hour ago man. Why are you trying to bring up old shit? Sativa and I beat up a couple of nobodies, big deal. Well actually it’s NO big deal. If you want to ask us about our team I suggest you make time to talk to us together. What’s with you guys and all the questions anyway? I thought we explained ourselves out there pretty well as it was. It’s not exactly like the Black Dahlias are a mystery ya know? Well THEE Black Dahlia is but man that’s a whole other can of worms.”
She finally pulled the baby carrot out of the ranch and chomped it between her back molars with a satisfied moan. While it had not in fact been an hour since her and her partner sent Team Slayer packing to Ramona it now felt like forever ago. A lot of things did at the moment to be honest.
HARTMAN: “O-okay. So what about your match at Winter Wasteland with Flipp-”
RAMONA: “Seriously Gabe stop it with shit that’s in the past. You’re ruining my fuckin buzz okay? You don’t see me digging through your school records to bring up the time you flashed Janie Swanson your little pecker in seventh grade do you?”
He was able to ignore her sharp verbal barb.
HARTMAN: “Did you just say that you’re high?”
RAMONA: “You don’t miss a thing do you, Ell-Oh-Ell. That’s why you’re the big journalistic interviewer, eh? Yeah, Sativa had some new strand or something she wanted to experiment on me with and like an idiot I said yes. Now I can’t stop saving the ships from the ranch tsunami and giving them safe harbor in my tummy.”
Plopping another carrot into the dip this time she gave it a little squeaky voice.
‘Noooo, help meeee. Our carrot boat is lost at sea!’
It began to succumb to the under tow, taking on more and more ranch, soon to be lost forever. Right before Ramona plucked it out and again stuck this one in her mouth, crunching it a bit loudly and annoyingly. She shrugged her shoulders at Hartman though as if to excuse her actions. The man seemed to understand this wouldn’t be an easy Q and A session if he tried to continue with his usual approach.
HARTMAN: “Wouldn’t that more accurately be a whirlpool than a tsunami? Never mind. Just another quick question and I’ll be out of your hair. You and your partner have made no issue letting the other women of 4CW know that you’re not their biggest fans but as of recently some more vocal ladies have joined the roster. Do you think it’s possible they may offer either of you a challenge?”
RAMONA: “You mean those GAFs as I like to call them? Because they’re all Generic As Fuck. Get it? You think that will catch on, Gabers? Anyway no I don’t care and neither does Sativa. They’re just run offs from some company, like shit overflowing from a clogged toilet. A company I’ve never heard of and they think people actually know their names because of it. Like others of that same mindset who come here when they realize no one here gives a shit they’ll flake off and float away in the wind. So until then they can just fight each other and stay out of the way of the real talent in 4CW.”
BZZZZZZZZZ!!
The sound was jarring but Ramona wasn’t sure if it was her imagination. With how she was feeling she was pretty sure that it was and so she tried to maintain her composure.
RAMONA: “Obviously it’s no secret that a lot of people here are no longer my number one fans because I’m not kissing their asses and that’s not about to change so maybe they just need to toughen up or get lost. When real substantial talent makes itself known I’ll gladly acknowledge it but looking around at a lot of the new folks here I can easily say not a lot of them have what it takes to last in 4-See-Dubs. These new GAFs-”
BZZZZZZZZ!!
RAMONA: “-are just disposable as your John Pariah’s and Danny Richards and equally unremarkable. I don’t get why you’d even ask me about people who will be forgotten in a show or two honestly.”
BZZZZZZZZ!!
RAMONA: “What the fuck is that?! Are we being invaded by giant insects Gabe? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills … ”
HARTMAN: “Ramona … it’s your phone. It’s on the table.”
Mister Hartman pointed back to the catering table where half a foot over from her the woman’s cellphone was sitting, vibrating around now as the screen lit up with an in-coming call. Ramona chuckled goofily before she reached over and picked it up. Whoever was on the other end obviously was a pleasant surprise because her face seemed to brighten. The camera tried to get a peak but she shielded the screen.
RAMONA: “Hey! No peeksies you nosey fuck. This is a very important … business call Gabe. So if you don’t mind ..”
She pointed down the hallway signifying that was where she would be heading now and indeed she did. Turning on the heels of her feet she took off with a relaxed pace as she finally answered that call. Only a bit of the actual conversation was caught before she was out of ear shot and the camera feed transferred to a new location.
RAMONA: “I am so glad you called, you know I think this has the possibility to do wonders for both companies and our careers … ”

UNDERCARD
JASON ARIES VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, hailing from Minneapolis Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and fourteen pounds, he is JASON ARIEEEEESSSS!!!”
Sick begins to play throughout the theater as the lights go down for a few moments suddenly the lights begin to flash purple and gold as he appears from behind the curtain his head down and the hood on his ring jacket over his head. The song plays a little longer as he begins to bounce side to side as he raises his head he looks out over the crowd as he begins to hype himself up. He begins to slowly make his way to the ring holding out both fists as the fans hit it he keeps a dead stare on the ring he jumps up on the apron and turns as we can see the word Phenom on the back of his jacket as he turns his back to the hard cam looking out at the crowd. He steps through the ropes and walks over to a far corner taking off his ring jacket he hands it to the ring side valet he puts in his mouth guard as he begins using the ropes to stretch his legs waiting on his opponent.
POWERS: “And his opponent, hailing from Dublin Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and fourty five pounds, he is the Irish Bastard SEAMUS O’CONNNNNNNNERRR!!!”
The theater flashes between green, white and orange lights. As The Spicy McHaggis Jig by Dropkick Murphy plays. He comes with a shillelah in one hand. He runs out on stage does a heel click. Before walking to the ring amp up trying to get the crowd to make noise. He steps into the ring and run up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.
VASSA: ”O’Conner has been on a roll as of lately I don’t know if Aries is going to be able to capture his first Four Corner Wrestling win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “At Winter Wasteland he and the terminated John Pariah introduced Iconic to Four Corner Wrestling. I think that was short lived.”
JOHNSON: ”Short lived or not Aries needs a win here tonight. Hasn’t been able to showcase his skills to the viewers and the loyals of Four C Dub.”
VASSA: ”Did you just say loyals? You Lo’Renzo Porter now?”
JOHNSON: ”Whatever man, the match is about to begin.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Out of the bat O’Conner is the first to make a move, darting for his corner and catching Aries with a quick lariat, Aries quickly getting back to his feet looking for a Leg Lariat of his own but it’s not there. O’Conner begins to circle the ring, so does Aries, both men locking up in the center of the ring before O’Conner takes Aries down with a Hip Toss, keeping Aries on the ground and placing him in a Headlock, but the lock is loose and Aries easily gets out of it, rolling to his feet and bouncing off a rope, looking for a Crossbody that connects, O’Conner pushing Aries off of him and quickly getting to his feet, Aries bouncing off the ropes again and once more connecting with a Crossbody.
JOHNSON: “Aries taking flight early in this one.”
VASSA: ”Blah, I’ve seen better.”
Both men are to their feet circling the ring when they lock up in the middle of the ring once more, this time O’Conner backing Aries up into a turnbuckle before planting his elbow right across his chin. O’Conner whips Aries into the opposite turnbuckle, running behind and Clothesling Aries from behind. Aries hits the turnbuckle, bounces off and into O’Conner’s grasp who lifts Aries up and delivers a Suplex. O’Conner getting to his feet and pointing out at the crowd who cheers.
O’Conner’s claps his hands as he sets up in a turnbuckle waiting for Aries to get to his feet, Aries getting to his feet, O’Conner charging looking for a Spear but Aries flips O’Conner over his knee, Aries wasting no time putting O’Conner into a Boston Crab. The strong O’Conner beginning to strength his way out of it, Aries trying to apply the lock tighter but O’Conner slips out of it and tries making his way to his feet, but Aries grabs his leg and pulls him back. Aries looking to keep the match to the mat with a Leg Lock, but O’Conner pushes him off and gets to his feet. Aries charging towards O’Conner looking for a Shoulder takedown but O’Conner looks like a brick wall the way Aries bounces off him and back to the mat.
VASSA: ”O’Conner has some strength man to go with that massive frame of his.”
JOHNSON: “He may be the biggest person on the entire roster at two sixty five.”
VASSA: ”Really, I didn’t know that.”
O’Conner pulls Aries back to his feet and slaps him across the chest, following up with another ravaging slap across the chest. Aries grabs at his chest while stepping backward into the ropes, O’Conner grabbing his hand and whipping him into the ropes. Aries bouncing off and ducking a Big Boot from O’Conner. Aries stopping in his track and looking for a Superkick that O’Conner blocks, grabs the leg and Clothesline right through Aries. O’Conner rises to his feet amped as he yells out to the crowd who give off a slight cheer, O’Conner pulling Aries back to his feet, Aries raking the eye and leveling O’Conner with a Yakuza Kick.
Aries jumps to his feet and taps his chest before pulling a woozy O’Conner to his feet. Aries hits him with a combination of punches before O’Conner stumbles backward into a turnbuckle. Aries setting himself up in the opposite turnbuckle, darting off and looking for a Spear but O’Conner rolls out of the way, Aries aiding to his shoulder when O’Conner grabs him from the turnbuckle and takes him down with a German Suplex. O’Conner rolls over Aries and hits him with a few punches off his own before rising to his feet and bringing Aries with him. O’Conner waves out at the crowd before lifting Aries to his shoulder but Aries slides down his back, kicks O’Conner in the back of the leg and drives O’Conner to the mat with a Bulldog.
Aries climbs up a turnbuckle and awaits O’Conner to get to his feet. When he does Aries leaps off for a Diving Headbutt but O’Conner catches him and drives him back into the turnbuckle but not letting him go. O’Conner places Aries in a Bearhug, shaking him like a rag doll before dropping him to the mat, bouncing off a rope and hitting Aries with an Elbow Drop followed by another.
VASSA: ”Aries put himself in a bad position when looking for that Diving Headbutt.”
JOHNSON: “O’Conner sure does know how to capitalize on mistakes.”
O’Conner brings Aries back to his feet and looks for a Headbutt of his own, but Aries moves out of the way and catches O’Conner with an European Uppercut followed by another one. O’Conner drops to a knee before he’s hit with a Punt kick from Aries. Aries hopping on top of O’Conner and placing him in a side Headlock, but the ropes are right there and O’Conner gets his leg over the bottom one. Aries letting go of the hold, but grabbing ahold of the ropes and stomping O’Conner.
VASSA: “Those are some vicious stomps from Aries.”
The ref comes in and breaks it up. Aries grabbing O’Conner by the head and lifting him back to his feet. Aries whips O’Conner into the ropes, O’Conner bounces off and Aries goes for a Flying Superman Punch that doesn’t connect. O’Conner stopping in his tracks and kicking Aries in the back. Aries falls in between the ropes but is able to regain himself quickly, turning around and dodging a Clothesline that would have sent him over the ropes. Aries kicks O’Conner in the same leg and gets O’Conner to drop to a knee. Aries climbs up a turnbuckle and leaps off looking to land on that same hurt leg of O’Conner and he does. O’Conner aiding at his leg and rolls on the mat in pain.
Aries feeling the momentum on his side brings O’Conner back to his feet and takes him to the turnbuckle with him. Aries climbs up the turnbuckle and punches O’Conner on the forehead before looking to bring O’Conner up the turnbuckle with him, but O’Conner hits him with a few punches of his own before lifting Aries from the turnbuckle and placing him in position for The Drunk Landing, and BOOM, O’Conner annihilates him with the Armplane Spin into a TKO. O’Conner dropping down and wrapping the legs.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Right when Aries looked to be about to takeover this match O’Conner finishes him off.”
VASSA: ”That’s like three or four in a row now for O’Conner. He’s putting himself in contention.”
POWERS: ”Here is your winner….SEAMUS OOOOOOO’CONNNEEERRRR!!!”
“The Spicy McHaggis Jig ” by Dropkick Murphy begins to play as Seamus stands to his feet and bows to the crowd while receiving a cheering reception. Jason Aries layed sprawled out on the mat looking upset with himself before rolling out of the ring. His eyes on O’Conner the whole time as he backs his way up the ramp.
JOHNSON: “Well once again Aries wasn’t able to pick up that elusive Four Corner Wrestling victory. Think this is the last time we Aries in a 4-C-W ring?”
VASSA: ”Who cares…we’re going backstage folks.”

Backstage still getting things together for The Session tonight Lo’Renzo Porter makes his way down the hall, opening doors looking for one person in particular as he’s been having a hard time doing that.
FLIPP: “Damn I can’t find Knox for shit.”
He closes the door before sucking his teeth.
FLIPP: “Been looking for him all night man.”
He peeps his head inside an opened door but once more no nome Tommy Knox.
FLIPP: “Man this dude must got majic powers could’ve sworn Hartman said he saw him down this way.”
As he turns the corner, there at a vending machine was Tommy Knox. Lo’Renzo letting out a sigh of relief.
FLIPP: “Ayo Tommy!!!!”
Knox slowly turns around, eyes squinted with a grin across his face. With a beer in hand, Knox takes a swig and wipes the dribble from his chin.
KNOX: ”What’s up, champ! How you been?”
FLIPP: “I’ve been doing pretty damn good, just getting things ready for The Session tonight. I’ve been looking all over this place for you.”
KNOX: ”I’ve been all over, man. Haven’t even had a chance to come see the action in the ring in person. After gettin’ shit settled with Perry, I had to find an old acquaintance and try to make things right.”
The Pride Champions just nods his head.
FLIPP: “Listen though man I could really use your assistance right now.”
KNOX: ”What’s up, man? I’m officially on the payroll now as a “roadie” or whatever you want to call it. You need it, I got it!”
FLIPP: “Great, because I need you to go out and find me a band for my show. I know you would have connections around here. I’m guessing you’re the man to see for that.”
Knox thinks to himself for a moment, rubbing his beard. He then finishes the bottle in his hand and tosses it aside, missing the trashcan. The bottle shatters upon impact with the floor and scatters everywhere. Knox laughs it off for a slight moment and then pulls out a joint front behind his ear. He takes a deep smell of the sweet stickiness before looking back up at Flipp.
KNOX: ”A band? I’ll be honest with you. That was unexpected. I was thinkin’ more along the lines of some shit to elevate your mindset, or dull it down, whatever you’re in to. But if I know you, and I think I do, you the type of man to get lifted… faded… chink eyed. I’ll see what I can do. I ain’t makin’ any promises. After all, we out here in the middle of nowhere and I’m pretty certain the options are slim to none. What type of music you lookin’?”
FLIPP: “Just a lil band ready to to play a lil somethin when I need them too. The Session gone be like the new Letterman, the new Leno, both of them had bands. I need one too.”
Lo’Renzo nods once more, adjusting the Pride title on his shoulder.
FLIPP: “We got a lil min before The Session to find one. You may think it’s impossible but you never know, you can do it.”
KNOX: “I’ll see what I can do. I have a couple contacts I can call but it’s goin’ to be tough, bein’ last minute and all.”
Knox then holds the joint up as a smile cracks across his face.
KNOX: “You wanna fire this bad boy up with me? Got that fire!”
Lo’Renzo looks at Knox taken aback before he smiles.
FLIPP: “Of course I do. Let’s go brah brah.”
The cameras begin to fade as Knox and Flipp continue their way dothe hall.

Cutting back to the Locker room of “We Dem Boyz” the door is still closed, but loud music can be heard coming from the inside. Mannie soon opens the door, a wide smile on his face, as he stretches. In his hand, is one of Roxi’s shoes. Mannie rubs his chin still smiling. Roxi’s voice can be heard form in the room.
ROXI: ”Hey Mannie… Where is my-“
Roxi walks back into frame while adjusting her shirt.
ROXI: ”Oh nevermind Mannie, there it is…”
Mannie picks up the loose shoe and tosses it back Roxi.
ROXI: ”Thanks Sweetie, so I hope that was Okay?”
MANNIE: ”Baby-Girl that shit was Awwsome!”
Roxi slips her shoe back on her foot and grins very devilishly,
ROXI: ”Roxi: Fantastic! Well I’m just glad to know that those lessons paid off, so I guess I’ll seeing you around right?”
MANNIE: ”You Already Know Wassup!”
ROXI: ”Mmkay!”
Roxi hugs Mannie again before walking away while Mannie is now beaming in joy as he heads back into the locker room satisfied as ever.

UNDERCARD
KIRSTA LEWIS VS. NIOBE MARTIN
JOHNSON:” In a night where the majority of the card is open to newcomers, what do you think about the upcoming bout, veteran Niobe Martin taking on 1-0, Kirsta Lewis. “
VASSA:” Well, we all know that first impressions are everything and after last week, Kirsta Lewis has my attention. “
JOHNSON:” Her toughest test though will come in this match. Martin has faced off against some of the best in 4CW and she’s still here winning matches. “
VASSA:” You can’t forget that Lewis is a veteran in her own right, maybe not in 4CW, but her resume speaks for itself. “
JOHNSON:” This one should be great, Vinny! “
POWERS:” The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds…The Hellcat — Kirsta Lewis!!! “
A loud roar of a big cat can be heard over the speakers before Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry begins to play. The Hellcat Kirsta Lewis appears and she removes the chain from around her waist and starts to swing it back and forth showing off her ability to use it when needed. She lays it then across her shoulders as she makes her way down to the ring. At ring side she pauses a few moments sizing up the crowd and taking in all the hate thrown her way. She tosses her hair from side to side before mounting the steps and slipping through the ropes.
JOHNSON:” We all thought she’d thrive here in 4CW upon first glance and so far, so good. “
As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the theatre, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.
POWERS:” Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!! “
Niobe appears on stage, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…
“NIGHTMARE!”
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
“Dragged you down below” “Down to the devils show” “To be his guest forever” “Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.
VASSA:” Kirsta looks impressive, Steve, but I’m going with Niobe Martin. She is on a mean streak! “
JOHNSON:” Can’t argue with you there. She put Hall and Storm away in impressive fashion a couple of weeks ago. Here we go! “
DING!!! DING!!!
Both women rush to the ring, but hesitate to throw the first punch. They circle one another and Martin lunges forward, hitting Lewis with a stiff right jab, knocking her backwards. Martin follows it up with a right hand, knocking her back against the ropes. Martin slings her to the ropes. She bounces off and Martin hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She pins the shoulders to the mat.
ONE
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JOHNSON:” Kick out by Kirsta Lewis! “
VASSA:” Martin trying to end this one early. “
Martin climbs on top of Lewis in the mount and begins unloading with rights and lefts, before lifting her head up off the canvas and slamming it back down. Martin climbs off of Lewis and gets in the face of the ref as Lewis begins to crawl on all fours. Martin hovers over top of her before dropping down on the back of Lewis. Lewis falls to the mat and gets back to all fours. Martin jumps into the air and lands on the back of Lewis again. Martin sits down on the lower back of Lewis and begins pulling at her neck.
JOHNSON:” A camel clutch from Niobe Martin and she is pulling on that neck with some power. “
VASSA:” Martin has been relentless here in the early going. “
Martin pushes more of her body weight onto the lower back of Lewis as she begins screaming out in pain. The ref is down waiting for the tap, but Lewis begins wiggling closer to the ropes. Lewis pulls her arms off of the legs of Martin and begins pulling herself closing to the ropes. Martin continues to pull on the neck, but Lewis finally reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, breaking the hold. The ref counts to four and Martin releases the hold, but stomps on Lewis’ lower back before backing away. Lewis rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron.
JOHNSON:” Niobe better watch arguing with the ref. She could get disqualified here. “
VASSA:” He needs to do his job better, Steve. “
Martin leaves the ref alone as she walks over to Lewis with a smirk on her face. She reaches over the ropes and pulls Lewis up by the hair. Lewis wraps her hands around the neck of Martin and pulls it over the top rope. Martin springs up into the air, lands on her back, and flips over onto her chest. Lewis pulls herself up right on the apron. She waits for Martin to get up, shoots herself up on the top rope, and dives at Martin looking for an axe handle smash. Martin rolls under it and Lewis lands on her feet. Lewis uses her momentum, bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline. bounces off the opposite side and Martin turns around, right into a spear.
JOHNSON:” Oh wow! What a spear by Kirsta Lewis. That had to knock the wind out of Martin and then some. “
VASSA:” Huge turning point in this match. Both women are down, but that’s a good thing for Lewis. “
Martin’s knees are holding up and her face is on the mat, as she holds her stomach after a vicious spear from Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta is in a seated position in the corner as she watches Martin in the center of the ring. A smile comes across her face as she screams and pulls herself up in the corner. Lewis bends over, calling for Martin to get up. Lewis runs out of the corner and knocks Martin back to the mat with a clothesline. Martin shoots back up and gets knocked back down with yet another clothesline. Martin gets back up, ducks a clothesline, but is met with a dropkick when she turns around. Martin staggers back into the corner.
JOHNSON:” Picture perfect drop kick from Kirsta. “
Lewis hits Martin with a corner clothesline, pulls her out to the center of the ring by her hair and drops her with a stiff DDT. Lewis hooks one leg.
ONE
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TWO
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VASSA:” Martin just gets the shoulder up! “
Lewis hops to her feet and drops a big elbow on the chest of Martin, in frustration. Lewis gets up and begins taunting Martin as she staggers upward. Martin turns around and Lewis wraps her hand around the throat of Martin, lifts her up, and drops her to the mat with a chokeslam. Lewis is slow to get up, holding her lower back.
JOHNSON:”That took a lot out of Lewis. That camel clutch really did some damage to her back. “
Lewis picks Martin up off the mat and cracks her with a forearm. Martin returns the favor and the exchange continues. Martin swtiches it up with a hard kick to the stomach. She goes for another, but Kirsta catches her foot. Kirsta wags her finger at Martin, but Niobe switches legs and catches Lewis in the face with a high impact enziguri.
VASSA:”Did you hear that thud, Steve?!”
Martin is slow to get up and staggers back against the ropes. She tells the crowd that it’s over as she exits the ring and slowly ascends the top rope. She reaches the top and immediately gets dropped into a seated position as Lewis lunges towards the ropes, causing Martin to lose her balance. Lewis staggers over to Martin and rocks her with a right hand. Lewis climbs up with her and hits her with another right hand. Lewis climbs to the very top and puts Martin’s head between her legs.
JOHNSON:”What is she trying to do here, Vinny?! “
VASSA:” Something dangerous! My god! “
Lewis goes to piledrive Martin from the top rope, but Martin hangs on to the top rope. She throws several right hands and they all connect to the mid section. Martin frees her head and Kirsta drops back to the second rope. Martin loads up and hits Kirsta with three vicious elbows and Lewis off the second rope and onto the mat. Martin regains her composure and climbs back to an upright position on the top rope.
JOHNSON:”This is it! “
Martin twirls her fingers around one another before flying off with a 450 splash.
VASSA:” Hallucination! “
JOHNSON:”OH!! Lewis put her knees up. “
The knees catch Martin right in the midsection and Martin rolls away, coughing, and holding her stomach. Lewis pulls herself up on the ropes, and flips her hair back, waiting for Martin to get up. Martin finally makes it to her feet, turns around, and is met with a brutal super kick.
VASSA:” Hells Bitch Kick!! “
JOHNSON:”That is what she calls it and Martin might be out of it! “
Lewis hooks both legs.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON:”Kirsta Lewis has done it! She has knocked off the veteran, Niobe Martin. What a match! “
VASSA:” A huge victory for Kirsta, but we were all winners in this one. Wow! “
POWERS:” The winner of this match, Kirsta Lewis!!! “
Lewis is on her knees, looking at the fallen Niobe Martin, on her side, holding her face. She smirks before dropping to the mat and rolling under the bottom rope.
JOHNSON:”A strong performance from both women, but Kirsta comes away with the win. We’re gonna take a quick break from the action! Stay tuned! “

The cameras catch Jason Cashe standing backstage talking to “Mad Dog” Sullivan. A sign taped to the wall in their background reads: “To Ringside” with an arrow pointing to the right. The two slap their hands into a single shake Handshake before Sullivan turns and leaves the scene. The camera begins to follow Cashe as he heads to the right.
HARTMAN: “Jason, Jason, please…a word of your time?”
Stopping, his head turns to look back and see Gabriel Hartman jogging with a microphone in tow. Now caught up with the former Southwest Champion, Hartman smiles at what could be labeled as an old friend of his. Cashe doesn’t interview with too many but always gives Hartman a few minutes.
CASHE: “What’s up Hartman? Talk and walk, cool?”
Not giving Hartman time to respond, Cashe keeps moving. Another sign indicating the direction of the ring tells where Cashe might be heading as Hartman walks with Cashe.
HARTMAN: “How have you been? Other than your appearance earlier in the night and a few posts on Twitter, nobody has heard or seen you since Winter Wasteland.”
CASHE: “Yeah…so? Did you expect me to do charity events, be on TMZ or some social site posting pictures of myself because I didn’t really do that BEFORE Wasteland.”
Coming to a complete stop. Jason Cashe turns to Hartman and lays it out there before things get too interview-y.
CASHE: “Before you dip deep into things, asking me how I’m feeling or if I failed..I will address that and more out in that ring.”
HARTMAN: “Wait..You’re going to be in the ring…talking?”
CASHE: “Yup. Heading out there right now so hold the questions because soon the answers will be clear.”
Leaving the scene, Cashe heads towards the ring. Gabriel Hartman stands there just staring off into space.
HARTMAN: “But he never talks in the ring…”

Waiting for something to happen, the live audience becomes restless. With no music, Jason Cashe steps out from the back. Fans vibrate the Coleman Theatre with boos and a few cheers that get faded out by the hateful audience. Coming to the edge of the stage, Cashe stops and scans the building full of people.
VASSA: “This is rare! Cashe hates coming to the ring and talking. This is such a treat for us, aren’t you excited!?”
JOHNSON: “Yeah feeling that the ring is strictly for fist to skin relations, you wonder why he’d be out here. Earlier he said very little when he interrupted Jair Hopkins and 4CW Management.”
Proceeding down the ramp, Jason rounds the ring to the left and hops up on the ring apron on one knee before pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. He dips between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring before heading over and requesting a microphone from the Announcer.
JOHNSON: “And Jason Cashe has a microphone…”
Slowly he paces around, inching closer to the center of the ring. His free hand scratches his beard as he stares out at the masses. As the quiet down, the mic in his hand lifts up and is placed to his mouth, laying on his bottom lip and chin.
CASHE: “Yeeeeeeoooooooo!”
The fans as if having been cheering, return the long winded “yo” back to the former champion followed with a brief moment of cheers.
CASHE: “So Winter Wasteland is over and yet somehow the cold has just begun. Jair Hopkins is our new 4CW Champion!”
The place bursts in cheers so loud that the cameras filming the show shake. Cashe motions to lower the noise but the noise doesn’t fade right away. Cashe drops his hand holding the mic to his side and turns around to see every direction of the audience as they begin chanting “HOPKINS”.
JOHNSON: “The fans here in Oklahoma really approve of our New Champion! Cashe must be hating this!”
VASSA: “Rude ass people if you ask me..”
Giving them more time to get it out of their systems, Jason Cashe begins to sway his hands as if instructing an orchestra. A few laughs in the crowd rise and soon the audience fades and Cashe is given an opening to speak again.
CASHE: “Excited are we? That’s just great, I’m happy everyone is grateful for a new Champion to helm the ship. I share that excitement! Don’t get me wrong, the man took the Title but what did he suffer before achieving that one thing? Look at what he had to do! Look at the person that FINALLY came out to play! That should be what everyone is excited about!! I brought out something in Jair that for years I’ve been begging to see. Anger. The emotionless anger that removes all remorse for the person across from you. The ability to go that extra mile and kill if that’s what it took and he tried, I was bleeding more than a heavy period from a fat chick.”
Again he fills the arena with laughter from the crowd. A few haters just stand there shaking their heads, acting disgusted as his grasp with humor.
CASHE: “Through all of that match I looked into the eyes of a changed man. A man willing to end my career and that was the very purpose of what I’ve been doing to Jair. Years ago I told him he was better than his surroundings, better than the shadows he kept himself hiding behind. So I removed those shadows and the REAL man came into the spotlight. Anthony Bailey was the star? So his last match, last defeat was by MY HANDS!
Golden Boy, Juan Ramirez had bigger reputations than the product they created? I destroyed them, dislocated the jaw of a man respected high and low in this business. I took what Golden Boy had created, built and I rewired him to become who he is now. Ready to not here he comes, you can’t hide because he comes not only to fight but destroy what stands before him. Can he keep that mentality, is it etched in his soul? That remains to be seen. But being the nice guy he’s been over the years will not work anymore. The Day Of Good People has passed by. You must kill, execute or be executed and if Jair Hopkins is able to do that? I want to bull rush head first into that wanting to test his limits again. Our business is FAR from over…”
A round of applause fills the arena. People getting more from Hopkins and Cashe seemed to go over well with people.
VASSA: “That’s awesome! He said it briefly earlier but now it’s all becoming clear. His motives, his reasons..”
CASHE: “I know there are people in the back who have sat waiting. Waiting for their chance to step into a Top Contender spot and fight for the Title. Some are even deserved of the honor but those people should not be over looked. See I’m a fighting kind of guy and usually inside this ring it’s the exact thing you’ll find me doing if I’m in it. So anyone in the back think they deserve to be Number One Contender then we can meet right here in a ring much like this one and find out who is better suited for the role. I’m open to anyone and everyone, let’s Orgy this bitch up and line up the whole roster because I brought this element out in Jair, I wanted this version of him and Wasteland showed me he was capable of being that. We’ve been to war, we went to HELL and now our final Chapter will begin. The stakes will be much higher this time, I assure you!
Your Champion isn’t the man you have all cheered for. He’s changed I promise you this! He has something new in his eyes, he has something other than blood pumping through his veins. He has a thirst now and it will be me who deprives him, I promise you this and if I can’t for ANY REASON…I will stop…”
A gasping silence fills the arena. The thought of Cashe ‘stopping’ could mean a few things but he quickly covers his ground and fills people in.
CASHE: “Oh wait, you think I meant stop as in retire? Good damn no! I think I’ll end up being one of the few who DIE in this ring, who literally overdoses from the Action I get in this business. If I cannot beat Jair Hopkins for any reason next time the title is on the line, the next time him and I are in this ring one on one…I will remove myself from the 4CW Championship picture…For good…”
Flipping the mic from his hand, Cashe mocks a “royal” bow before dropping to the canvas and rolling out from under the bottom ropes. Fans again offering him a round of boos pinched with some cheer as he heads up the ring entrance, the same way he came in.
JOHNSON: No music, no punches pulled, just talking and what he said just made things more clear. Vassa…I’m excited now too! Wow!!”

The 4CW Camera Crew cuts to a camera that is on the roof of the theatre; we hear a man speak…
JACKSON: ”They say I have no business here. That WE have no business here. They say that I don’t know what I am getting into…”
The camera pans out and we see the man walk into frame…
JACKSON: ”…but I have made a living out of proving everyone wrong. By taking care of business. MY way. I know exactly what I am getting myself into. My name is Cole Jackson. I’m here for a fight. I’m here to take care of business..and it will be my pleasure!”

UNDERCARD
SATIVA NEVAEH VS. INMATE 31
JOHNSON: “We’re not taking any shortcuts tonight, Vinny, in regards to the competition.”
VASSA: “You said it. A lot of the newer talent on the card tonight, but they have shown up to fight!”
JOHNSON: “Indeed they have, but up next we get two experienced 4CW’ers going one on one.”
The house lights drop down to a single spotlight as a woman in high heels, pencil skirt and a nice blouse walks out behind a curtain and stands on the small stage. She points toward the double doors near the back of the the theatre as “Tear Away” suddenly strikes up. Three men dressed in white walk through the doors with a man wrapped up in a straight jacket with three hoes in it. They pull up three rods and place them inside the jacket as the man’s face is covered with a mask. The house lights finally come back up as the woman is actually standing in the ring. She holds up a microphone as the three strong men are bringing the monster to the ring.
WARDEN: “Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring from Gotham City mainly Arkham Asylum, he weighs 256 lbs and he stands Six feet Six inches tall. He is the Monster of Fear..please welcome Inmate 31.”
This monster of a man finally makes it down to the ring. The three orderlies remove their metal rods from inside the jacket. They place the rods down and unhook the jacket. The jacket falls off as Inmate 31 pulls himself up onto the apron. He looks at his Warden before stepping over the ring ropes. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, removes the mask covering his face and tosses toward one of his orderlies. He drops down off the turnbuckle, embraces the Warden and gives her a kiss. She pulls away and slaps him across the face. A sinister smile comes across her face as his eyes turn to a blood shot red. “Tear Away” continues to play as Inmate 31 squats in a corner.
VASSA: “How is this guy eligible to compete, Steve?!”
JOHNSON: “Everyone is allowed some rec time, right?”
The intro to “Nazi Halo” by Jack Off Jill 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 smiles at the crowd through half open eyes. The crowd erupts into jeers and boos. She stands and poses for about a minute before she heads towards the ring.
POWERS: “And his opponent, making her way to the ring, standing five foot — seven inches tall, weighing in at one hundred thirty-five pounds, from Kingston, Jamaica…The Ganja Goddess, Sativa Nevaeh!!”
Take a souvenir and stop your staring
Just cause I’m screaming
Don’t mean I’m sharing
Can’t keep my mouth shut
if you keep that dress on
You can’t negotiate
Not with me this time
you go so low
your faggot rainbow
your Nazi Halo
won’t save you this time
As she climbs onto the ring apron she slinks along the outside before rolling under the bottom rope. She seductively crawls towards the center of the ring where she gets on her knees and leans back, both hands up middle fingers in the air, and screams.
JOHNSON: “Sativa looks ready to go and so are we!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Sativa is back to her feet and is rushed by Inmate. Sativa ducks the initial onslaught and Inmate finds himself back against the corner. She unloads with nice shin kicks to the stomach, one after another. Inmate grabs her last kick, and pushes her away. Sativa rolls backwards on the mat, hops back up, and hits a corner drop kick on Inmate. Inmate comes out of the corner as Sativa hooks his head and hops up to the top turnbuckle, in a seated position. She pushes off, spins around, looking for a tornado DDT, but Inmate pushes her off and she falls face first on the mat. Sativa gets up and is met with a huge big boot. The boot flat lines Sativa as Inmate drops to the mat for a pin.
ONE
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Sativa gets the shoulder up after the one count as Inmate lays a fist across her face in frustration.
JOHNSON: “A huge kick from Inmate 31 and he is looking solid against Nevaeh.”
VASSA: “It has to be the size difference, Steve. I don’t see how Sativa wins this one.”
Inmate pulls Sativa up in a bear hug position, about to sling her across the ring with a belly to belly suplex, but Sativa unloads with four elbows to the temple and Inmate lets go of the hold and staggers back against the ropes. Sativa runs at him and Inmate bends over and flips Nevaeh over the top rope. Sativa lands on the apron and quickly ascends to the top rope. She waits for Inmate to turn around, flies off, looking for a cross body, but gets caught in mid air. Inmate successfully hits a fall away slam and Sativa rolls across the canvas, holding her back.
JOHNSON: “She’s gonna have to implement a new game plan against a larger opponent.”
VASSA: “A nice offense coming from Inmate here in the early going.”
Inmate picks Sativa up off the mat, hits her with an uppercut, and sends her to the corner with an irish whip. Inmate runs after her with a full head of steam, but is met with a boot. He holds his face, backs up, and runs at her again. Once more, he is caught with a boot to the face. He tries it again as Sativa throws up two boots and puts them right in the gut of Inmate. Inmate hunches over, catching his breath, as Sativa jumps off the top rope, and connects with a modified tornado DDT.
JOHNSON: “That’s exactly what she needed and Inmate is down!!”
VASSA: “She’s gonna have to modify her arsenal just as she did there.”
JOHNSON: “Absolutely. She couldn’t get the full turn in, but plants Inmate nonetheless.”
Sativa rolls away from Inmate and gets back to her feet. She looks at the corner and goes up to the top turnbuckle. Inmate staggers around as Sativa flies off and connects with a missile dropkick, knocking the big man back to the mat. Inmate gets on her knees and screams as she did when she entered the ring. She gets upright, walks over to Inmate who is on his knees. Sativa begins to land vicious shin kicks to the chest and face. Inmate catches her foot again and shoves her away. He puts one boot to the mat with one knees still on the canvas. Sativa runs at him and connects with a head smacking shining wizard. Sativa makes her first pin of the bout.
ONE
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TWO
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Inmate tosses Sativa way above his head just before the three count.
JOHNSON: “The power of Inmate showing once again.”
Sativa gets back to her feet and begins stomping on the legs of Inmate as he tries to get up. Inmate pushes her away as he gets back to his upright position. Sativa bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, bounces off the opposite and hits Inmate in the back of the legs with a front dropkick, knocking him back to his knees. Sativa throws herself back at the ropes, and as she bounces off, she finds herself right in the arms of Inmate who plants her on the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
VASSA: “Inmate is limping on that right leg.”
JOHNSON: “Sativa has been working his body parts over with leg kicks and I think it’s working.”
Sativa distances herself from Inmate and rolls under the bottom rope. Sativa in on all fours outside as Inmate follows her out. Inmate lifts her up and rams her back first into the ring apron. Sativa drops to her knees, but doesn’t stay there long as he lifts her up on his shoulders in a power slam position. He points toward the ring post as he runs at it, looking to ram Sativa’s head into it, but Nevaeh slips off his back and pushes him face first into the ring post. Inmate drops to one knee with his hands resting on the apron. Sativa rushes over, grabs his right arm, yanks it downward, trying to pull it out of it’s socket. She then winds his arm up and slams it around the ring post. She does it two more times, before wrapping it around the post, putting her foot on the apron, and pulling on it, trying to separate it.
JOHNSON: “A six count is being called, she better get back in!”
Sativa uses her force and pushes Inmate back under the bottom rope. Nevaeh rolls in after him and makes another pin.
ONE
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TWO
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VASSA: ” Inmate with another kick out! That shoulder has to be sore. “
JOHNSON: “His whole right side should be hurting.”
Inmate is on the mat holding his arm as Sativa gets up and drops a knee right where his arm and shoulder meets. She waits for Inmate to get up and then hops on his back.
JOHNSON: “She’s going for the leg trap sunset flip!”
Sativa flips under Inmate, but can’t bring him down with the powerbomb. Inmate reaches between his legs, grabs Sativa by the throat with two hands and pulls her up, high into the air. He goes to slam her, but Sativa lands multiple knees right under the sore right arm of Inmate and he drops her to the mat. Sativa backs herself off the ropes, and looks for a clothesline, but Inmate sees it coming and hits her with a snap powerslam. Inmate hooks a leg.
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: ” Great move to get out of the initial attack for Sativa, but gets caught in the end.”
VASSA: ” Inmate is really favoring that shoulder now.”
Inmate gets and stomps on the face of Sativa before picking her by the hair. He sends her to the corner with a hard irish whip. She staggers out as Inmate takes off running, dives into her, looking for the spear, but Sativa dodges it and shoves him shoulder first into the steel ring post.
JOHNSON: “Huge counter for Navaeh. Inmate goes through the ropes and crashes shoulder first into the ring post.”
Sativa rushes up behind him, hooks one arm under him, and rolls him up into a pin.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “Wow! what a turn of events.”
VASSA: “Inmate had the match in hand towards the end, but the tide changed after that attempted spear.”
POWERS: “The winner of this match, Sativa Nevaeh!!”
JOHNSON: “Another great win for Sativa. David beats goliath!”
VASSA: “She slayed the dragon!”
Sativa rolls under the bottom rope, and falls to her knees, holding the back of her head with a smirk on her face. Inmate is on all fours in the ring, clutching his shoulder.

We go backstage where several 4CW officials are yelling for Khris Young as they focus in on his new office area. Khris Young arrives on scene as he looks in and sees a corner of his office on fire. A member of the ring crew squeezes by him and into the room. With a fire extinguisher in hand, he begins spraying the fire, eventually putting it out. Before the member of the ring crew leaves, Young asks the question…
YOUNG:”Do you know who did this? Did you see anybody around? “
The man shakes his head and exits the room with extinguisher in hand. Young scratches his head, before turning around to exit. As he turns around, he runs right into Kid Kaos. Kaos has a smirk on his face and Young’s face looks to be made of stone, focused. Kaos moves his head to the side and looks at where the fire was.
KAOS:” What happened, bossman? Looks like things are heating up. “
Young nods his head and cracks a smile along with a laugh.
YOUNG:” That’s funny, Kid. Why are you even here? You’re not even scheduled and for good reason. “
KAOS:”And what reason is that? “
YOUNG:”Because you’re not a professional. You protested in a city that was hosting our company. You made us look bad. And there’s not need to wonder who did this because I know it was you. “
Kaos shakes his head.
KAOS:”4CW doesn’t need my held to look bad, you all can handle that all on your own. And don’t accuse me of doing this. I’m innocent until proven guilty. “
YOUNG:”Well, I’m all for justice and equality so we’ll just take a look at these high quality cameras that were just installed. What do you say? “
Young turns away, and goes to look at the cameras.
KAOS:”What if it was me? So, what? There’s nothing you can do about it. “
Young turns around with a smirk on his face.
YOUNG:”That’s where you’re wrong, Kid. With a bump in pay raise and job title, comes a new responsibility. I can punish the talent any way I see fit, if it fits the crime. And I think the punishment I’m about to give you fits this crime perfectly. “
A frown comes across the face of Kaos.
KAOS:”Okay, suspend me. Who cares? I’ll be back in a few weeks. I’m out of here. “
Kaos goes to turn away, but Young grabs his arm and swings him back around.
YOUNG:”Oh, you’re most certainly “out of here,” and I know how much you like fire and humor. So tell me how this one works for you. You’re FIRE — D. “
Young motions for a couple of security guards and they make their way down to the scene.
YOUNG:”Get this punk out of here. “
Both security guards grab an arm and begin to escort Kaos away as he begins screaming.
KAOS:”You can’t do this! You don’t have the power! This is bullshit! “
Kaos gets further away and his screams become non existent as a smile spreads across the face of Young as he straightens his suit.
YOUNG:”I could get used to this. “
With that, Young walks away.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH
DAZI MOLARONI VS. GRIFFIN HAWKINS
VASSA: ”It’s time for things to get a little extreme!”
JOHNSON: ”A little? I expect things to get VERY extreme!”
VASSA: ”You might be right, Steve. Word around the Twitter big is that Griffin plans to put Dazi in her place after some recent mishaps.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m sure the outcome of the Winter Wasteland match with Havok doesn’t sit well either.”
“Halo” hits the PA, white lights shining as Dazi makes her way out on stage. She stands there, staring at the ring with laser focus.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring first from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, five inches tall, Dazielle MOLARONI!!!”
She marches toward the ring, a smirk starting to form on her face. She hops up on the apron ,teasing the fans before stopping. Getting in the ring, Dazi just giggles to herself before waiting on her opponent.
VASSA: ”Not only is this one a beauty folks, she’s got a violent streak in her.”
JOHNSON: ”I can’t think of a better type of match for her to let things out and be herself.”
The lights go out, the crowd is wondering whats going on. The opening lyrics begin going smoothly till a LOUD scream is heard. The strobe lights go off as that same young man is on the ramp accompanied by Brooke McQueen. It appears to be Griffin Hawkins!
POWERS: ”And the opponent coming to the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Rock Soldier”, Griffin HAWKINS!!!”
He walks down the ramp as “Monkey Business” by Skid Row hits. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp way. He walks up the ring stairs and holds the ropes for his manager to step through.
He gets on the ropes and throws the devil horns in the air, pumping the crowd. Soon he gets off the ropes, taking off his leather jacket and goes to the outside of the ring. He puts his Silver Aviator glasses on a lucky young fan, patting him on the head as he smiles up at him. He gets back in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago Griffin and Havok beat the living crap out of each other with the 4CW Extreme Championship on the line.”
VASSA: ”Things didn’t quite go in Griffin’s favor as Havok put him out for the count but this dog lives to fight another day.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s been some bad blood brewing lately with these two in the ring and it’s time to put those words into action.”
The ref walks to the center of the ring and checks with each corner as they give him the nod. The ref then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell silences, the two quickly rush to the center of the ring and collide, exchanging punches back and forth. After connecting with a stinging right hand to Dazi’s face, Griffin winds up for another and lunges forward, Dazi ducks as the punch flies by her face. She then kicks him in the stomach and takes both hands to his face, delivering a gruesome eye rake. Dazi then runs to the ropes and comes back, jumping in the air and taking Griffin down to the canvas with a cross body block. Dazi then rolls over and continues to the edge of the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope, she goes to the outside of the ring, leaving Griffin alone, able to get up without interference. Reaching underneath the ring, Dazi digs around for a moment. Meanwhile, Griffin gets to his feet and locks his eyes on her. He then runs towards the ropes and leaps over them, flying to the outside, and crashing down on Dazi with a cross body of his own.
The two roll across the floor before slamming into the barricade separating the fans from ringside. Griffin grabs ahold of the barricade and pulls himself up to his feet before Dazi can manage to herself. He then keeps a firm grip on the top with both hands and begins to stomp on Dazi, using the barricade as leverage. After a few kicks to the ribs and shoulder, Griffin grabs a handful of hair and jerks her up to her feet. He then goes to slam her head into the top of the barricade. Just before Dazi’s head crashes into it, she plants both hands onto the top and stops her head from going down any further. Dazi then throws an elbow into the side of Griffin, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to release his hold. Dazi then pops up and grabs him by the head with both hands and slams his head downward, smashing his face into the top of the steel barricade.
Griffin falls backwards to the floor as the fans go wild with the action just a few feet away from them. In a sitting position, Griffin shakes his head back and forth in a daze. Dazi then takes a couple of steps towards him and lifts her knee upward, driving it into Griffin’s chin, sending his head flying back and knocking him to his back. Dazi then jumps on top of him and begins to throw a fury of forearms to his head, connecting with them one after the other. Unable to block the attack, Griffin takes the blows but continues to try and roll her off of him. After taking five or so forearms to the face, Griffin finally manages to roll her over to the side, freeing himself.
VASSA: ”These two are going to kill each other at this rate!”
JOHNSON: ”That is the object of the match, well not to kill but close to it.”
VASSA: ”What’s the insurance policy look like with 4CW?”
Dazi gets up before Griffin can even begin to push himself up. Wasting no time, she grabs him by the head and dirves her knee into his face once more but keeping a firm grip with both hands. She then pulls him up to his feet and applies a side headlock, cranking down on the pressure. With the headlock in place, she then walks towards the entrance ramp, dragging him along for the ring. Once a few feet up the ramp, Dazi lifts Griffin up and throws him to the metal ramp with a body slam. The fans pop with cheers from the violence as Dazi looks around the theater for a moment, listening to the sounds of the crowd fueling her rage. She then jumps into the air and comes down with an elbow towards Griffin’s head but at the last moment, he rolls out of the way. Dazi’s elbow slams into the metal ramp as she release a high pitch squeal from the pain shooting up her arm.
Griffin then pops up to his feet and takes advantage of the situation and kicks her in the side of the head while she’s down. Griffin then grabs her by the head and delivers a series of closed fist punches to the top. He then lifts her up to her feet and drives his knee into her stomach, knocking her breath away. Griffin then lifts her up in a fireman’s carry position and stands straight up, with her resting on her shoulder. He then begins to spin in circles with an airplane spin as the crowd counts with each revolution.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN… ELEVEN… TWELVE… THIRTEEN… FOURTEEN… FIFTEEN… SIXTEEN… SEVENTEEN… EIGHTEEN… NINETEEN…TWENTY!!!”
Griffin then bends over and drops Dazi to the ramp flat on her back and stumbles backwards in a daze as the dizziness sets in. After stumbling back a few steps, Griffin lunges forward and locks up with the ref, confused and not aware that Dazi isn’t in his grasp. After a short struggle, the ref pushes himself away from Griffin, forcing him to lose his balance and fall to a sitting position. As the ref backs up, Dazi grabs him by the back of the shirt and pulls him down in a quick rollup and attempts to pin the ref.
JOHNSON: ”After that Hatredcopter, these two don’t even know what’s what now. They’re trying to take out the ref thinking it’s the other.”
VASSA: ”Hell, I’m dizzy myself just by watching that.”
JOHNSON: ”Wait a second! Griffin is up but he’s stumbling to the back. What the heck is he doing?”
Griffin makes his way to the back and walks through the curtain. Meanwhile, Dazi still has the ref down for the pin. After a few more moments of struggling, the ref finally manages to break free and squirms to get away from her. Dazi then tries to get to her feet but falls backwards to the ramp.
VASSA: ”LOOKY HERE!!! Griffin is bringing a shopping cart full of goodies out to the party!”
Griffin then bursts through the curtain, pushing a shopping cart full of weapons, most noticeable being a trash can sticking out from the top. Dazi slowly begins to climb to her feet and as she does, Griffin takes off running towards her, pushing the shopping cart at full speed. Just as Dazi stands up, Griffin plows into her with the shopping cart. Holding on for dear life, Dazi grabs on to the trash can and hangs on as Griffin takes her for a ride back to the ring. As they approach ringside, Griffin slams the cart into the side of the ring, squashing Dazi in between. He then reaches into the shopping cart and pulls out a chair and tosses it over the top rope and into the ring. he then grabs another chair and tosses it in, and another.
Before he can lower his arms from throwing that last chair, Dazi pushes the cart forward and slams it into his mid-section. Griffin falls backwards to the floor and then Dazi grabs the shopping cart with both hands and tips it over, throwing it on top of him. As the trashcan rolls out and a few feet away, Dazi reaches into the cart and pulls out a cheese grater and holds it above her head for a moment, showing it off. She then walks towards Griffin and slams it on top of his head as he remains pinned underneath the cart.
DING!!!
Dazi then holds onto it with both hands and presses it against Griffin’s face, and begins to drag it back and forth, digging into his flesh. After three or four strokes, Dazi pulls the cheese grater away, revealing a bloodied Griffin. She then draws it back and swings forward, smacking it across the side of his jaw with all her might.
DING!!!
Dazi then tosses the cheese grater aside and pushes the cart off of Griffin. She then grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Pulling his head underneath her arm and tossing his over her head, Dazi lifts Griffin up in a vertical position and drops him back first on top of the shopping cart with a vertical suplex. Griffin bounces off the cart, leaving a huge dent, and rolls over, falling face first to the floor.
JOHNSON: ”WHOA!!!”
VASSA: ”Dazi just served up a nice dish of Griffin Hawkins for us!”
JOHNSON: ”The things these wrestlers do to each other.”
Dazi then grabs Griffin by the head and pulls him up once more to his feet. This time, she throws him to the barricade with force. Griffin slams into it back first and holds himself up with both arms out to his side, resting on the top. Dazi then charges him full speed but as she gets close, Griffin throws up a boot and greets her with it right in the mouth, knocking her backwards. He then pushes himself off the barricade and lunges forward, jumping into the air and grabbing her head with both hands, and slamming it to the floor as the two come down.
He then rolls over slowly and pushes himself up. As he goes to bend over to attack, the trash can sticks out in the corner of his eye. Griffin stops and turns his head to the side as a smile comes across his face. He then grabs it with both hands and holds it up, waiting for Dazi to get to her feet. As she does, He slams the opening over her head and encloses her inside. Griffin then kicks it and knocks Dazi to a sitting position with the trashcan still over her. He then digs through the rubble at the cart and pulls out two drum sticks and twirls them in his fingers before holding them above his head as the fans erupt with cheers. Walking up to the trashcan, Griffin then begins to play a drum solo on the trash can, actually keeping a nice beat. A few moments pass as the melodic sounds of the trashcan echo throughout the theater and he then extends both arms out to his side. Headbanging for a brief moment, he then swings the sticks inward, connecting with each side of the trash can as the same time.
CLA-CLANK!!!
Griffin then throws the sticks over his head into the crowd and takes a step back before coming forward and kicking the trash can with power, sending it falling to its side with Dazi inside.
VASSA: ”I’m sure the fans weren’t expecting a drum solo by the rockstar tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”Anything is bound to happen at Adrenaline!”
Griffin then grabs Dazi by the feet and pulls her out of the trash can. He then lifts her up and walks her to the ring and rolls her inside. Grabbing the middle rope, Griffin stops as he begins to pull himself up and looks back to the cart. He then walks over and grabs a brown paper bag and nods his head before turning backto the ring and entering. Once inside, Griffin walks to the center of the ring and holds the bag above his head. He then opens it up and empties it, scattering thumbtacks across the mat. After making quite a mess, he turns his attention back to Dazi and walks over. Grabbing her by the head, he lifts her up and pulls her to the center of the ring. Griffin then places her head between his legs and wraps his arms around her waist. He then goes to lift her up for a piledriver but Dazi quickly locks her leg with his and keeps herself from getting lifted up. Dazi then forces herself upward, lifting Griffin from the mat and flipping him over her head and down to the mat. Griffin slams back first in the pile of thumbtacks as he releases a loud grunt.
Dazi then kicks him a few times while he’s down and then pulls him up to his feet, revealing multiple thumbtacks stuck in his back, and positions herself behind him. Wrapping her arms around his waist she then lifts him up and drives his back into the pilef of thumbtacks once more with a German Suplex. Griffin rolls around in pain as Dazi pushes herself up. With thumbtacks stuck in her back as well, Dazi pays it no mind and then grabs one of the chairs and patiently waits for Griffin to get up. As he does, Dazi lunges forward with a chair shot to the head. At the last split second, Griffin ducks out of the way and steps behind her. Dazi quickly turns around and as she raises the chair, Griffin plants his foot into it with a superkick, driving the chair into her face.
JOHNSON: ”SHOT IN THE DARK!!!”
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!! That wasn’t a regular Shot in the Dark. That was one boosted up on steroids with that chair involved.”
Dazi lays on the mat out cold as Griffin falls to one knee in front of her. He then slowly covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”Griffin has won it!”
“Monkey Business” hits the sound system as Griffin pops his head up and slowly climbs to his feet. The ref then grabs his arm and raises it in the air.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”The winner by pinfall, GRIFFIN HHAAWWKKIINNSS!!!”
VASSA: ”After a tough loss two weeks ago to Havok with the Extreme Championship on the line, this is the right way to bounce back and make sure his presence in the extreme division is still felt.”
JOHNSON: ”These two are going to need some serious medical attention after this brawl.”
VASSA: ”It wouldn’t be 4CW extreme if they didn’t!”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a little bit folks while we get the ring cleaned up somewhat for the next extreme match of the night.”

The scene cuts backstage where Michael and Christopher Salieri are talking amongst each other with no one else around.
M. SALIERI: “So you feeling better, little man?”
C. SALIERI: “Kiss my ass, Mike. I was really sick.”
M. SALIERI: “Whatever you say, Chris. Mannie and Alec called us out. I was ready to throw down but then you got scared. You wouldn’t even have to do anything. I could handle those two by myself.”
C. SALIERI: “Whatever, man! I don’t know if you knew this or not but I’m not a wrestler.”
M. SALIERI: “No shit, really? The only reason you have the gig here is because of our big ole’ uncle calling in favors. You need to get out from under his wing, man. He’s bad news. I learned that a long time ago.”
C. SALIERI: “That’s easy for you to say. Your dad isn’t around anymore to for him to lean on.”
M. SALIERI: “Be a man. Grow a fucking pair…”
C. SALIERI: “Don’t tell me…”
M. SALIERI: “Hold up, shut up…”
Around the corner, Jacinta Perez struts into the room. Looking around, she spots the refreshment setup. Looking over it hard, she leans over and grabs a bottle of water. Before she can lean back up, Michael walks over…
M. SALIERI: “Don’t do that. I was just getting a nice view of that ass…”
“The Loud Mouthed Vixen” slowly rises up as she turns around with a befuddled look towards the Salieris.
JACINTA: ”Excuse Me?”
C. SALIERI: “Hey on behalf of the Salieri Family I truly apologize Sweetheart, because he really meant no harm with his comment just now. So I believe what he was trying to say wa-”
JACINTA: ”Zip It because I could careless about anything that you have to add to this equation Fuck Boy but as for him on the other hand though, I want to hear every single sentence and I mean word by word that he was about to say to me…”
Michael laughs for a bit as Jacinta looks back, starring dead into his eyes. After a moment passes, the laughter dies down and Michael clears his throat, taking a step closer toward Jacinta,.
M. SALIERI: “I was just admiring the view from back there. Don’t be uncomfortable, you should be proud of that thing. I was just thinking to myself. Does Mannie take care of you? I always take care of my ladies and if you play your card right, I’d take care of you. I just want to know. Are you pleased with the way Mannie fu…”
Out of nowhere, Mannie and Alec storm into the picture. Michael gets pushed forward, face first into the buffet table, sending food flying all over the place. As Christopher turns around…
CRACK!!!
Mannie connects with a hard right punch to the side of Christopher’s head, sending him falling backwards and crashing to the floor. The two then turn their attention to Michael and begin to throw punches and forearms across his back. Alec then lifts him up from the table and locks his arms behind his back. Slowly turning him to face Mannie, Alec keeps his arms locked.
MANNIE: ”You thought you could hide from me hunh Bitch?”
Mannie then lunges forward and connects with a stiff punch to Michael’s jaw. He then fires again with a hard punch to the stomach. Michael releases a grunt and gasps as Alec continues to hold his arms pinned behind his back. Mannie then picks up a tray from the buffet table and slams it across Michael’s face.
DING!!!
Alec then throws Michael on top of the table, rolling him over what food is left. Alec then holds Michael’s arms down as Mannie comes in and wraps his hands around his throat. Choking the life out of Michael, Mannie goes crazy, blocking out everything going on around him. From behind, Christopher punches Mannie in the back of the head. With the adrenaline flowing heavily, it doesn’t even phase Mannie but grabs his attention. Mannie then releases his grip from Michael’s throat and turns around quickly, connecting with a haymaker to Christopher’s jaw. Christopher’s feet lift off the ground as he flies through the air and slams against the hard floor. As he lays there motionless, Mannie then turns his attention back to Alec and Michael and yells…
MANNIE: ”He Just Got Knocked The Fuck Out!”
Alec then fires away with repeated punches to Michael’s face, beating it senseless. Mannie then grabs a nearby trashcan and raises it over his head. Swinging down with it, he barely misses Alec as it crashes into Michael’s head, knocking him unconscious.
MANNIE: ”Did I Do That?’
Alec then pulls out a zip-tie and locks Michael’s hands together at the wrists. He then lifts him up from the table and Mannie steps in on the other side and the two hold up the dead weight. Dragging Michael along, the two storm through the halls until they finally arrive at Perry Wallace’s office. Alec turns Michael around and holds him up, facing Mannie. Mannie then pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and slides them over his fingers, clinching his fist. With anger, Mannie draws back and swings for the fences, connecting with a brutal punch right between Michael’s eyes, busting his head open.
CRACK!!!
Alec then drops him as Michael falls to the floor, blood gushing from his forehead.
MANNIE: ”All I ever wanted from people around here was a some Respect but now it seems like that I’m going to have to take it Perry!”
As Michael lays there, Mannie then pulls out a DVD from his back pocket and places it on Michael’s limp body. He then looks at Alec and nods. Alec slams his fists on the door a few times and then the two leave the scene, leaving Michael in a pool of blood.
A few moments pass as the door slowly opens. Wallace pops his head out, looking around, eyes wide open. He then looks down as his jaw drops to the floor. Wallace quickly opens the door all the way and walks into the hall, bending over to check on Michael.
WALLACE: ”What the hell? Michael! Are you alright!?!?”
Wallace then spots the DVD laying on Michael and reaches over, grabbing it with one hand. He holds it up for a moment as his face grows bright red with anger.
WALLACE: ”SON OF A BITCH!!!”
Wallace then stands to his feet and throws the DVD across the hall. As it slams against the wall, the case breaks into multiple pieces. Wallace then storms into his office and grabs the phone from his desk. As he dials, the camera zooms in on the cover of the DVD before finally fading out.


POWERS: “Get your lighters ready, your bong or bowl on standby. Your doob or your spliff rolled and ready. We’re about to have a session folks. Not just a session but the very first edition of “The Session.” I’d like for you to get on your feet, hold your cups up and give it up for your host…The Pride Champion, Purple Wrestler Eater, the hostess who stay totin Loooooo’Reeeeeenzooooo Pooooortttttttteeeeer!!!”
“Smooth Operater” by Sade burst through the PA system as the Pride Champion steps out from behind velvet curtains to a roaring crowd, triple cup in his hand and a doob placed in between both ears. He smiles and dances his way to the ring.
The camera pans around showing the crowd and the band before it’s cue is on the ring where it’s decked out with white plush carpet, one ty-die colored sofa, a blue sofa in which Brian Hartman is seated and a blue love seat for the special guest tonight. Lo’Renzo gets to the steel steps, steps up them and turns around before blowing a kiss out to the crowd feeling like a young Micheal Jackson. He steps into the ring and daps up Brian Hartman, tapping his headset to make sure it’s functioning. Taking a sip from his cup he smiles.
FLIPP: “Umhum yup this The Session y’all. The very first edition. Of course I’m your host Lo’Renzo Porter wanting to give a shout out to everybody out here in the crowd, and to everybody watching at home.”
He nods his head before tapping his chest and pointing at the camera that’s focused on him.
FLIPP: “And tonight boooooy don’t I have some special guest in the Tag Team Champions Black Listed.”
There are cheers for the new Four Corner Wrestling Tag Team Champions.
FLIPP: “Oh yeaaaah, but before we get to all that let’s give up for the musical god Mike Powers.”
Mike nods his head and waves while the drummer plays a little tune.
FLIPP: “Also, give up for my band tonight Wasted Youth y’all.”
The four members wave while the audience claps.
FLIPP: “And I can’t forget about my co host Brian Hartman over there. Give it up for my boy boy.”
Brian stands from his sofa and bows before sitting back down.
FLIPP: “I wanna go back a few weeks ago real quick because mannn Four C Dub just put on one helluva super show in Winter Wasteland.”
The crowd roars once more as Flipp smiles so vibrantly.
FLIPP: “I don’t even know where to begin. From the Gauntlet, to the Extreme title match, to the South-West Heavyweight title match. Brah brah it was just wrestling at it’s best. Doing what Four C Dub do. Of course tho I had a match and booooy that was my toughest match hands down. That Iron Man match was something special. It took every bit of me to capitalize just as the time was running out. That’ll always be something people will remember for a long time. That match was for you guys. I’m glad to say that we’re STILLLLLL the Pride Champion.”
He holds the Pride title up while the audience cheers.
FLIPP: “There are allot more things to be done as the Pride Champion. We just gone keep adding them days up. The mission is never complete. We gone keep doing our thing.”
The band drops a little sound as Lo’Renzo takes his seat in his sofa next to Hartman’s.
FLIPP: “And doing their thing is exactly what my guest here tonight are doing. I’m talking doing it well too.”
HARTMAN: “Yeah they are. They have quickly risen through the Tag Team Division and now find themselves as the Four Corners Wrestling Champions. After winning in that grueling Number One Contendership Tag Team Gauntlet I didn’t think they would be able to pull off the upset victory over New Gen Rising.”
FLIPP: “Aye you know what they say, anything is possible. After that gauntlet you would think they would’ve been tired as hell, but they came out and decrowned New Gen Rising who dominated the Tag Team division for so long brah.”
HARTMAN: “That they did indeed.”
FLIPP: “But look though, I want y’all to get on your feet and welcome my guest the new Tag Team Champions…Black Listed y’all.”
“Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B plays through the speakers as out first is Demi Griffin wearing the belt over her shoulder. The belt looking rather large against her small frame as she holds it in her hand. Wearing a gold dress and heels for the occasion with a big smile on her face. Not far behind her comes Royce. RPG has his belt strapped around his waist wearing a shirt and shorts, not quite as formal. With a big smirk on his face he taps his belt showing it off to the crowd, as the duo heads towards the ring. Demi high fiving a few fans, as Royce does the same jiving with some of the fans at ringside. Demi reaches the ring and Flipp is nice enough to hold the ropes for her, as Royce unstraps his belt to show off to the crowd. Demi walks over to Flipp to give him a hug before taking a seat as Royce jumps over the ropes and into the ring holding his belt up in the air. He walks over grabbing a mic set up for him.
RPG: “The tag champs are here!”
The Tag Team Chanpions take their seats as Lo’Renzo does his.
FLIPP: “Welcome to The Session y’all. Thanks for being my guest tonight. Let me just say congratulations on becoming the new Tag Team champions.”
Royce looks over to Demi who takes up the microphone to answer back.
DEMI: “Thank you Flipp, we are honored to be the first guests on the Session,”
RPG: “Shout out to the music you got to, cool shit.”
Lo’Renzo chuckles just nodding his head.
FLIPP: “Just a lil something something. Look at y’all though. I remember back when you guys debuted. What has these last few weeks been like for you two?”
Demi not generally the one to speak up concedes to her brother on this one as RPG hoists up his mic.
RPG: “I mean it wasn’t long ago people were doubting us, thinking that the two of us as rookies couldn’t get the job done. But one team after another we have proven that we are the best tag team in this company. New Gen ran from us one show, then tried to stack the deck against us to keep us away from them. Yet we knocked off team after team after team. Until they were the last ones left and even though we were tired and beaten. We went out and beat the ‘unbeatable’ New Gen Rising to secure these tag team belts. So I’d say we proved a lot of people wrong and that makes me feel pretty damn good. Not to mention I think we look pretty good with gold.”
FLIPP: “When you were backstage after that gauntlet what was that feeling like knowing you’re almost there?”
Royce insists on Demi going now as she shrugs her shoulders clearly still getting used to this spotlight.
DEMI: “Well we were tired and it was hard to envision going back out there with how tired we were. But we knew we just had to fight and do our best. And luckily for us, it was enough.”
RPG: “Nothing lucky about it, hard work pays off. And that’s why we took home that victory.”
Hartman holds his hand up as he sits up in his sofa.
HARTMAN: “I’d like to say congratulations aswell, but as I look at you guys I can’t help but wonder how is it you two are able to work together? Demi you’re just a shy calming person when Royce you’re a guy dripping with ego. What has been the formula to be able to make the duo mesh together?”
Royce puts his hand around Demi tucking her in under his arm then pushing her away with a chuckle.
RPG: “At the end of the day we are still family. And family can always work together, we may not always get along. But we always have each others backs. And unlike all these other teams, we have chemistry as a brother and sister that can never be duplicated. I may have confidence but deep down so does she. We are family and family always is there for each other. And that, that is why we are the Tag Team Champions,”
Hartman shrugs his shoulders before another question comes to mind.
HARTMAN: “Some people may say that you bring negativity toward Black Listed Royce. A loud mouth so to speak. What are your thoughts on that?”
Royce smirks over at him.
RPG: “They can think what they want to think, we get wins. And some of the fans may love me, some may hate me. Long as they respect me is all that matters. Truth of the matter is, I am just being me. You don’t like me Hartman?”
Hartman shakes head while waving a finger.
HARTMAN: “I wouldn’t say that. Just doing my job. Calling it how I see it. I will say this though, you look rather elogant tonight Miss Griffin.”
FLIPP: “He ain’t lying either.”
Lo’Renzo smiles before adjusting the Pride title on his shoulder. Royce glares over at the two of them as Demi smiles blushing a bit.
DEMI: “Thank you guys.”
FLIPP: “I wanna know though what you guys think about the Tag Division now that New Gen Rising isn’t around. Who y’all think gone be next up in the same position y’all was in a few weeks back?”
Demi again hands it off to Royce who steps forward to address it.
RPG: “Plenty of new teams coming in, I know how quickly teams can come in. Hearing that new teams are joining 4CW by the day and you know teams like the Film Addicts and We Dem Boyz’ are always in the hunt. Got to mention Ramona and…What’s her name again? Ah yeah Sativa. Smart enough to know that those two are legit threat to our belts. We had to fight and claw to get our title shots, but we are defending champions. So whichever one of them proves themselves worthy? We will take em’ down one by one. We plan to be champions for a long, long time.”
FLIPP: “As you can see my boy B Hart has made his way out there to the crowd…that can only mean one thing, it’s time for the rotation, where we allow you folks out in the crowd to ask some questions.”
The crowd claps while Wasted Youth plays a little something, Hartman picking out a fan in the crowd.
HARTMAN: “I’m standing here with the lovely Judy. Judy say hi to the camera.”
Judy waves while smiling. Too bubbly for the occasion.
HARTMAN: “Who do you have a question for?”
Brian holds the microphone up to her lips.
JUDY: “Hiiiii.”
She waves once more.
JUDY: “My question is for Demi. Can you give me any tips on how to become a wrestler?”
Demi picks up the microphone smiling at the camera.
DEMI: “I’d say the main thing is just to train, train, and train. Find a good training facility in the area and just work out non-stop. Train non-stop and try your best to believe in yourself. Worry about the talking parts later on, as you can see I am still working on all that. But just work your butt off, and eventually it’ll pay off.”
JUDY: “Thanks champ.”
Judy waves for the final time, taking her seat as Hartman picks out another lucky viewer. As soon as Hartman points to the man dressed in an Oklahoma Sooners jersey he jumps to his feet, taking a swig from his mug and running to the barricade.
HARTMAN: ” And your name sir.”
FRANKLIN: “Big Frankie Franklin. WOOOOOOOOO!!!”
He takes another swallow from his mug.
HARTMAN: “Who do you have a question for?”
FRANKLIN: “My question is for the both of you. When was it you realized you wanted to become wrestlers, and how did you go about pursuing that?”
Royce looks over at Demi then shakes his head.
RPG: “Umm well the second half Demi just answered if you weren’t chugging that booze. But you know what we both realized at a young age we were fans of this sport and planned to be in the ring. I’m a fighter at heart and getting paid to do what I love? That always sounded pretty nice to me. We watched some of these guys and girls growing up and before we got into the business. Now we are on their playing field. I knew we were capable of that at a young age, Demi may have taken a bit longer to really realize that. As for the second half, we trained hard. Just like most everyone else in the back.”
Franklin sticks his middle finger up toward RPG, staggering as he does.
FRANKLIN: “I drink all goddamn day if I want boy. WOOOOOOOOOO!!!, but I do have another question if you don’t mind. Are you single Demi?”
The male crowd whistles and cheers as Royce rolls his eyes and turns away as Demi approaches it as nicely as she can.
DEMI: “Yes I am…”
Demi smiles as Hartman tries asking another question, Hartman is smart enough to pull the mic away from Franklin before he can pose any follow up.
FLIPP: “Who that is right there B Hart?”
A fan in the crowd was jumping up and down with his hand held high making sure he gets noticed.
HARTMAN: “Who him?”
B Hart points out to the guy, Flipp nods his head, Hartman waving the anxious fella down as Powers plays the song that’s played when you get picked on the Price Is Right. The man cheering his way to the barricades before pushing his glasses back closer to his eyes, clapping as Hartman clears his throat.
HARTMAN: “Aren’t you excited tonight. What’s your name and where you from man?”
CASEY: “My names Casey and I’m right here frim Oklahoma baby.”
The crowd here in Miami Oklahoma cheers, putting on for their state.
HARTMAN: “So who do you have a question for?”
CASEY: “I guess I’ll go with Royce since he seems to be the talker. RPG, could you ever see yourself as Singles wrestler?”
Royce smirks as he looks over at Demi who puts her hand on her hip anxious to hear what he has to say about this.
RPG: “You know honestly speaking, even though my little sister ain’t going to like. Of course I can see myself going solo’ at some point. These tag belts are great but I know eventually when we hold these long enough we will both have goals of our own. So after we hold these belts long enough? I could see myself going after the Jair’s and Cashe’s of the world. And you know what? By that time…I think I’ll be able to beat them. But that’s for the future, for now? The focus is on the tag division and the focus is on teams like Ramona and Robin…Mannie and Frankenstein…Sydney and the Brain. And all the other new tag teams that may come up. They are the focus for now and these Tag Team titles are the focus for now…Maybe I’ll come after you and your belt soon enough.”
Royce turns to Flipp looking at his shoulder and the belt that sits on it. Clearly not meaning it to start anything, chuckling as he says it, still sizing up Flipp none the less. As the crowd gives a little bit of a cheer as Royce grins and shakes his head.
RPG: “But you safe for now…”
FLIPP: “I’m sure you would be a great challenge but for now exactly it’s all about those Tag Team Titles. By the way thanks to Judy, Big Frankie, and Casey for y’all time. Hope y’all enjoying the show. But like I was getting ready to say though, I hear you trying to put the Tag Team division on notice right now Royce, but I ain’t heard you say much tonight Demi. I got this last question before I give y’all a gift for being on The Session tonight. You and Sativah Neveah one on one? What you think about that?”
Demi seems a bit caught off guard by the question, having yet to stand alone in the ring. As she shrugs her shoulders.
DEMI: “Well…I wouldn’t turn it down. I don’t dislike her though, but I would give it a go.”
FLIPP: “I just know she want a shot at that gold and that’s a match you gone have to look out for. As we’re about to wrap this show up like i said i’d like to give you guys a little present.”
Lo’Renzo reaches behind the sofa, grabbing a pink envelope and a mini pink box and handing it to Demi. Royce raises an eye brow as she opens it up.
DEMI: “Oh thank you! And yes I will!”
Demi says reading the card inside, with a big smile as she looks over at Flipp. Royce confused as Demi hands him the box with a bag of a certain kind of green in it.
FLIPP: “I gotta Valentine y’all.”
Lo’Renzo jumps to his feet and hugs Demi before reaching behind his sofa once more and handing Royce a green box and patting Royce on the shoulder. RPG glares at Flipp and Demi as she stands next to Flipp shrugging as they are apparently now Valentine’s dates.
RPG: “You better not be asking me that same shit.”
Royce shakes his head and opens up his box now looking at the two, as he looks down.
RPG: “Yo’ what the fu—”
The mic is cut off as Royce pushes the box away from him dropping the microphone as well just before he finishes his sentence. Fake spiders come tumbling out of the box onto the mat. Royce seems legit mad as he angrily has words for a laughing Flipp and Demi, thankfully the mic now on the mat otherwise the children audience may learn a few new words.
FLIPP: “Come on RPG they fake.”
Lo’Renzo says through his laughter.
FLIPP: “Anyway y’all this has been The Session. I’m your host Lo’Renzo Porter and you can catch me in this same ring next time for another edition of The Session. Till next time. Stay you be true and be hip. Peace ladies and gentleman.”
Lo’Renzo chunks the dueces before the cameras begin to fade on a shot of Lo’Renzo and Demi chatting up before Royce and Flipp dap eachother up. The first episode of The Session a wrap.

HEADLINE
EXTREME RULES MATCH
MARISOL HAWKES VS. DAKOTA SMITH
You hear ‘Don’t underestimate Divinity’ before the theme music blares over the loudspeakers and Marisol walks out in her black and pink leather attire. She smirks as she glares around the theater at the fans. She walks down the ramp and quickly up the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring as she awaits her opponent.
JOHNSON: “Marisol Hawkes looking focused and ready.”
VASSA: “And she’s going to have to be facing this guy!”
“Dance With the Devil” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the theatre gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers. Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face as he marches down to the ring.
POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-one pounds hailing from the halls of the arena, He is… DAAAAKOTTTA SMIIIIITH “
He makes no time to stop for the audience – that is until he reaches the ring. He then bounces from one foot to the other, looking around the theatre. A slight smirk grows on his lips before he bolts into the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He plants his fists down on the mat and pushes himself up. Then he circles the ring a few times before going to his corner and taking a seat – waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: “Extreme rules match between these two? This is going to be interesting.”
VASSA: “Interesting? Dakota Smith is the type of man who wears flesh suits around the house, and Hawkes? She’s going out with Griffin Hawkins!”
JOHNSON: “Should be a good clash of styles here, and there’s the bell and here we go!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Marisol is quick to dodge out of the way from the hail of fire as Dakota Smith goes at her aggressively with a flury from the bell. Smith reaches back for a big haymaker right hand, but Hawkes is again too quick as she sidesteps that and quickly counters by wrapping her arms around Smith’s throat and drops him to the mat with a crash with a neckbreaker. Smith pulls himself up to his feet, but by that time the quick Hawkes slings herself off of the ropes and slides in with a double footed kick to the side of Dakota’s head!!
JOHNSON: “Ouch! Dakota Smith rolls to the outside of the ring after taking that shot from Marisol Hawkes! Smith tried being aggressive, but Hawkes seemed ready for the monster.”
VASSA: “That’s what a veteran does, Marisol is able to adjust her style to counter Dakota’s. Of course, madhouse butcher is not exactly a style.”
JOHNSON: “How very true, perhaps watching a Halloween marathon?”
VASSA: “Or Texas Chainsaw.”
Slinging herself off the far ropes quickly, Hawkes waits just long enough for Dakota Smith to pull himself back up to his feet on the outside of the ring she leaps through the middle of the ropes colliding shoulder first across the top of Dakota’s head! Dakota crashes back first into the guardrailing while Hawkes hits the ground in front of him! That gets the crowd up to their feet happy!
JOHNSON: “Marisol Hawkes laying out with the suicide dive!”
VASSA: “That might have only made Dakota Smith horny.”
Smith pulls himself off of the steel railing as Marisol pulls herself up from the ground. She goes for a spin kick, but Smith is able to catch her in the process and scoops her up and over the guardrailing spilling her into the front row of fans!! The fans scatter leaving their seats behind as Dakota Smith pulls the guardrailing closer to the ring as he pulls himself back up onto the ring apron. He charges towards where Marisol is in the crowd and leaps from the apron.
SSSMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “Marisol Hawkes nails Dakota Smith mid flight with that steel chair! He leapt into the air, but Hawkes uses a chair and smacks him across the face.”
VASSA: “I think this crowd is chanting my inner thoughts out loud right now!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith might be hurt pretty badly after taking that hellacious chair shot and falling to the concrete. Marisol pulling him back up to his feet regardless and tossing him back over the guardrailing like a rag doll. She knows that the pin has got to take place inside the ring, and not out there.”
VASSA: “Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Who is that?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t believe it, nor do I think Marisol does either. That’s Timothy Hunt! Timothy Hunt is here near ringside and has gotten the attention of Hawkes in this match!”
Marisol does a double take to where Timothy Hunt is sitting rather calmly at ringside, the look on her face goes to a complete scowl as she shoots him a solding look. Marisol turns around to get back into the match herself, but Dakota Smith is right there and smacks Marisol face down across the top of the steel guardrailing!! Smith backs off and charges connecting with a sickening smack of his foot as it flips Marisol back over the guardrailing from the impact. Smith pulls her up by the hair and rolls her back into the ring to once again go to work, with a series of boot stomps he hammers away at the back of Hawkes’ head before using the ropes as leverage as he plants down to drive his boot between her shoulders. Smith is taking pure pleasure in this beatdown right now, he pulls Marisol up and dumps her into the corner turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “What does this man have in mind now?”
VASSA: “I’m sure it’s not legal. Not at all!”
Dakota Smith begins to go all Berzerker starting with a flurry of right hands, followed by sloppy looking forearm smashes and elbow shots to the side of Marisol’s skull! He flips her out of the corner into seated position only to crack her across the back with a snap knee strike, make that three strikes! Each one causes Marisol to scream out in pain, Dakota finally pulls her up by her head and then just crushes her with a short armed lariat!! He rolls on top for the cover…
ONE
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TWO
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THR… KICKOUT!!!
The crowd pops as Marisol is somehow able to muster up the strength to kick out!
JOHNSON: “Hawkes kicks out somehow! She took a beating there but got the shoulder up, I don’t where she got the strength to do that but this match is going to continue!”
VASSA: “If she thinks that’s the wisest option, you know. The man’s a nut, get out there with your limbs all still attached.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think she’s going to tuck tail and run.”
VASSA: “And some people went down into Gacy’s crawlspace, see how well that worked out?”
Back in the ring, Dakota Smith pulls Hawkes back up to her feet once again he hits her with a vicious boot to the gut as he double underhooks her arms and tries to her pull her up into a piledriver. Hawkes is able to counter as she drops to a knee preventing the move and then is able to shake one arm free breaking the underhook in the process, with a quick flip she takes Dakota down with a fireman’s carry. Dakota springs back up to his and charges at her, she is able to duck under leap up onto the middle turnbuckle and in one motion connects and flips Dakota across the ring with a flying head scissors. Dakota gets back up to his feet for a second time, this time a bit slower, and turns around just in time for Marisol to wrap her arms around his head and drive him down to the mat with an ace crusher!!
JOHNSON: “Divine Intervention!! She nails Smith with the Divine Intervention!! Here’s the cover…”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “No! So close!”
VASSA: “It’s going to take a little more to keep this psycho down.”
Marisol pulls Smith up and quickly scoops him up and down back to the mat with a quick slam. She then heads to the outside and begins to climb the ring ropes. She raises her arms to the sky, but that’s when Smith is able to scramble to the ring ropes and drop her down on top of the turnbuckle! Smith then charges over and connects with a massive forearm shot to the side of Marisol which causes her to fall onto the ring apron and down to the floor below. Dakota Smith dips under the ropes with a sick smile and leaps down to here Marisol is starting to pull herself back up, with little effort he tosses her back first into the steel guardrailing! Hawkes yells out in pain, but Smith isn’t going to be giving her much of a break and he grabs her by the head and arm and quickly tosses her shoulder first into the corner turnbuckle post!!
VASSA: “Ouch! That could been the end of her upcoming tour.”
JOHNSON: “Where’s Smith going now?”
Dakota causes a couple of fans in the front row to scatter out from their chairs and grabs the first one and tosses it high into the air and into the ring. He then picks up the second chair folds it up and waits for Marisol to pull her head from the inside of the ring where she was tossed, as she spins around Dakota swings the chair…
SSSMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKK
…and waffles her upside the head! She bounces one side of her face off the chair and the other side off of the steel ring post!! She crumbles to the floor as Dakota Smith takes that chair which now as a nice dent in it and tosses it into the ring near the other one. Smith pulls Hawkes up and rolls her into the ring, he follows in after her. With malice in his eyes, Smith begins to set up the two chairs in the ring facing each other then turns his attention back towards Hawkes who has barely moved since taking the chair shot.
JOHNSON: “We are seeing the sadistic nature of this man, and I use the term ‘man’ loosely for Dakota Smith. What does he have in mind here? What more damage can he do?”
VASSA: “Well, he’s not wearing her skin as suit just yet. So there’s that.”
Smith pulls Hawkes up to her feet, his eyes are dead set on those two chairs set up and facing each other as he moves her into position. He doubles over his opponent, and sets her up for a powerbomb. He lifts her high into the air, but Hawkes begins to fight it off!! She hammers away at his forearm causing him to drop her onto her feet!! The crowd pops for the counter as Hawkes slams a major forearm into his skull, Smith stumbles back and off of the ring ropes…
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!
…right into a drop toe hold face first into one of the steel chairs!! Huge pop for that one! Hawkes grabs the other chair, folds it up and places it in the corner between the top and middle ropes. She turns around to pull Dakota fully back up to his feet, grabbing him by the head and shoulder she wings him around and sends him towards the corner smashing face first into the chair!! The chair falls to the ground on the outside as Smith stumbles back towards the middle of the ring. Marisol scoops him and drops him to the mat quickly and right there in the middle of the ring.
JOHNSON: “Where’s she going? “
VASSA: “Looks like to the ropes!”
JOHNSON: “Marisol climbs the corner turnbuckle backwards, could she be going for Divine Blackout?!”
Marisol has her back to Dakota Smith as she starts to climb to the top ropes. Just then her eyes lock onto those of Timothy Hunt once again, Hunt, however this time stands up so everyone can see who she is giving a scolding look to. Hunt doesn’t but stand there with a smirk as Marisol gives him an evil look, but then snaps back into the match. She leaps backwards going for a moonsault…
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!
“HOLY FUCK!!!”
…right into a chairshot from Dakota Smith. Marisol crashes straight down onto the mat as the chair strikes her across the gut midair and brings her down into a heap. Smith tosses the chair aside and pulls her right back up, with little wasted motion he sets her up for a fisherman’s suplex, but turns it into a wicked looking spinebuster right onto the ring!!
JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland!! He just drove Marisol Hawkes through the mat with that impact!!”
VASSA: “Not to mention knocking her out of the park with that chair!!”
JOHNSON: “Here’s the cover…”
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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”The winner by pinfall, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “Smith with that hellacious chair shot knocking Marisol out of the sky mid-moonsault. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before.”
VASSA: “I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like Dakota Smith before.”
JOHNSON: “Hawkes was distracted by Timothy Hunt for the second time in this match and that cost her, that was the difference in this match tonight.”
Dakota Smith holds his arms up high as “Dance With the Devil” once again plays. Smith looks over the carnage in the ring, looks at the heap he has left his opponent in this evening and gets a wicked snarl to his lips as he begins to make his way out of the ring victorious.

The camera crew cuts to a room in which it is pitch black except for a man, who is wearing a black hoodie, and is sitting on a steel chair with a blood red light over him. The man begins to speak.
MORRISON: “The sun shall turn to darkness and the moon will turn blood red…”
The man gazes up at the blood red light.
MORRISON: “….before the time comes. The time when all that you have ever known will never be the same again. When your judge, your jury, and your prosecutor comes to condemn you. When your world goes black! There will be no saving grace and no shining light to lead you all into this new era! There shall be..only darkness!”
The light shuts off; from the darkness we hear Morrison speak.
MORRISON: “I shall rise from the darkness. I shall ascend from the fire. I am Andrew Morrison.”
An old-english A in blood red pops up on the screen with the date 2/25/2015 also in blood red; the screen then fades to black.

MAIN EVENT
CONNOR GATES VS. ROXI JOHNSON
VASSA: ”And it is now time for our Main Event of tonight ladies and gentleman.”
JOHNSON: ”And boy don’t we have one for you here tonight. We have the undefeated Conner Gates taking on The Superhero Roxi Johnson whose also coming off a win at Winter Wasteland.”
VASSA: ”This match should have title contention written all over it.”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is our Main Event of the evening. Introducing first, hailing from Dirtyville California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, he is The Dirty Devil CONNNOOOR GAAAAATTTTEEES!!!”
The opening chords of “Love Me Electric” cut through the theater as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the curtain as The Dirty Devil walks out from behind it. He raises his hands up from his sides as the crowd cheers him on. He may not be the most popular guy in the world but the crowd connects with him as Connor slides under the bottom rope and rests his forearm on his knee as he looks out over the crowd.
They are already singing along with the music as he stands to his feet and gets to his feet. Walking over and resting one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom rope as he leans forward and yells at the crowd to get them all fired up for the ass kicking he is about to deliver to his opponent.
VASSA: “Gates looks like he’s ready to go here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “He better be against Roxi Johnson.”
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.
JOHNSON: ”Doesn’t the crowd just love her?”
VASSA: ”Absolutely, she’s always been one of their favorites.”
JOHNSON: ”She’s going to be in a battle tonight though with Connor Gates whose looking to capture a win over one of Four Corner’s Wrestling finest talent.”
VASSA: “I just know that this should be a good one.”
DING!!! DING!!!
With the Main Event ready to begin Connor Gates immediately darts out of his corner into the center of the ring. Roxi charging out of her corner before Gates tries wrapping up with Roxi. Roxi swings Gates over her hip with an Hip Toss, Gates quickly getting back to his feet as he begins circling the ring, so does Roxi before Gates looks to warp up Roxi once more, again Roxi quickly maneuvering, this time sweeping the feet of Gates who once again is quick back to his feet. Roxi bounces off the ropes, looking for a Flying Elbow but Gates ducks, bounces off a rope off his own and catches Roxi with a Clothesline. Roxi back to her feet in no time as Gates looks for an elbow, Roxi weaves and delivers a knee to the gut, Gates looking to connect with a punch but Roxi ducks, and once again takes Gates down with a Hip Toss.
JOHNSON: “Roxi’s been beating Gates to the punch off the rip early in this one.”
VASSA: ”Gate’s more of a technical guy so she’s using her quick movement to keep his hands off of her.”
Roxi tries keeping Gates down but he gets back to his feet, pushing Roxi off of him and looking for a quick Big Boot but yet again Roxi is able to duck, she looks for a Roundhouse Kick, but Gates duck, rushing Roxi, wrapping up around her waist and Suplexing her to the mat. Gates keeps his attack on the ground as he places Roxi in an Arm Lock, Roxi slightly being able to get the tip of her boot on the ropes as the ref steps in to break up the hold.
Roxi gets back to her feet and once more both competitors begin to circle the ring. This time Gates fakes the wrap up and delivers a stiff a knee to Roxi’s gut before driving her to the mat with a DDT. Gates explodes to his feet after the move and pulls Roxi back to her feet. With another knee to the gut Gates set Roxi up for a Piledriver. As Gates lifts Roxi up she punches him in the face but Gates doesn’t let go. Instead he throws Roxi into the turnbuckles with impact as she bounces off. The crowd booing as Roxi winces in pain. Gates checking his lips for blood.
VASSA: ”What a powerful throw. That looked like that broke Roxi in half.”
Gates drags Roxi back to the center of the ring before lifting her back to her feet and whipping her into the ropes, she bounces off and Gates ducks looking to flip Roxi over his back, but Roxi stops and kicks Gates dead on the nose, lifting his face back up as he stumbles into the ropes. Roxi charges toward Gates looking for a Clothesline to send him over the ropes but Gates rolls out of the way. Roxi stays on the hunt, wrapping around Gate’s waist before dropping to a knee and sweeping Gates off his feet. Roxi bounces back to her feet, runs up the ropes and backflips off, landing on Gates as the crowd begins to go crazy. Roxi getting to her feet and cheering along the with crowd.
JOHNSON: ”That’s what Roxi does right there. She just made that look easy.”
VASSA: ”Yes she does partner.”
Roxi pulls Gates into the middle of the ring and drops down for the three count but Gates gets his hand up before the ref even counts one. He pushes Roxi off of him and gets to his feet. Both competitors charging eachother but Roxi is able to catch Gates with a Missle Dropkick. Gates falls back into the turnbuckles. Roxi sets up in the opposite turnbuckle before running across the ring, flipping and looking for a flying elbow, Gates moving out of the way sending Roxi into the turnbuckles with heavy impact once more. This time Roxi bounces off and into Gate’s hand who crushes Roxi with a Backbreaker.
With Roxi down Conner takes a second to catch a breath before lifting Roxi back to her feet. He looks for a quick chest slap but Roxi blocks the arm, punches Gates in the chest and brings him down with a DDT. Roxi jumps back to her feet and climbs up a turnbuckle, leaping off for a Frogsplash but Gates rolls out of the way. Gates gets to his feet and sets up in a turnbuckle and awaits Roxi to get to her feet, when she does Gates charges, connecting with a Gore, getting to his feet and holding his hands in the air to some jeers and some cheers.
JOHNSON: ”Gates showing some of his speed there.”
VASSA: “Nooo, just a mistake made by Roxi and he was able to capitalize on it.”
Gates slowly makes his way toward Roxi, lifting her back to her feet and slapping her across the chest. He backs her up into the turnbuckle before whipping her into the opposite one, Roxi catching herself and turning around to a Conner Gates whose looking for a Big Boot but Roxi ducks, trips the legs and finishes that up with an Elbow Drop. Roxi climbs up the turnbuckle once more and leaps off looking for another Elbow drop, it connects and Roxi rolls to her feet to a cheering crowd before she smiles and points out toward her fans.
VASSA: ”Roxi’s been getting very vertical.”
JOHNSON: “That’s what she does. I don’t know anybody on the roster besides Jair Hopkins who has hops like Roxi.”
Roxi pulls Gates to his feet, pushing him back into the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Roxi trails behind Gates, Gates hearing the footsteps and sliding out the way, shoving Roxi over the ropes but Roxi hangs on. Gates looks for an elbow but Roxi leans back looking for a punch, Gates ducks, grabs Roxi’s head and DDT’s her throat right on the ropes. Roxi falls to the outside of the ring while the ref begins to count out.
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Roxi slides back into the ring, Gates immediately grabbing hold of the ropes and laying down a few stomps before the ref breaks it up. Gates drags Roxi into the center of the ring and brings her to her feet, hitting her with a vicious elbow before taking her back down to the mat with an Armdrag, dropping down on her with a couple Knee Drops before placing Roxi in an Armbar. The fans begin to clap, Roxi trying to slide her way to the nearest ropes that’s inches away. Roxi is slightly able to turn her body and get her leg across the ropes. Gates breaking up the hold. Roxi pulls herself to her feet by the ropes, Gates looking to Clothesline Roxi over the ropes, Roxi rolling out the way, exploding to her feet and nailing Gates with a Backflip Kick that sends him to his knees. Roxi bounces off the ropes and connect with a Missile Dropkick, sending Gates to the mat as she covers for the pin.
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Roxi gets to her feet and bring Gates with her, Gates eye gouging Roxi as the crowd begins to boos. Gates grabs the arm and kicks Roxi in the gut before halting her over his shoulder and nailing her with the Grenduza Suplex. The crowd in a gaze at the impact from the move as Gates gets to his feet, checking his mouth once more for blood before shouting “Dirty Nation.” the crowd jeering but also there are some cheers. Gates grabs Roxi by the Arm and whips her into the turnbuckle. Gates trailing her and hitting with a Clothesline, Roxi’s feet leaving the air as Gates halts her over his shoulder. With Roxi on his shoulder she wiggles and wiggles before she counters into a Rolling Thunder, the crowd going ballistic as she goes for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”That Rolling Thunder is sure some move isn’t it.”
JOHNSON: ”Every time she uses it the crowd goes crazy.”
VASSA: “I know one thing is for sure…this has been a back and forth Main Event between these two. I don’t know who I believe is going to pull this one out.”
Roxi rolls to her feet and sets up in a turnbuckle, Conner slowly getting to his feet, Roxi takes off toward him, looking for a Springboard Clothesline but Gates counters into an Inverted Atomic Drop. Gates bounces off the ropes and looks for a Shoulder Thurst but Roxi spins off of Gates, Conner sticking his leg out and tripping Roxi who falls to her knees Gates bouncing off the ropes and looking for the Dirt Nap but Roxi uses her flexibility to weave the move. She jumps back to her feet, Gates bouncing off the ropes, Roxi Springboarding and connecting with The Ray Of Hope as the crowd begins to haywire. Roxi dropping down for the pin.
JOHNSON: ”This could be it.”
ONE
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TWO
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THR… KICKOUT!!!
The crowd awe’s as they thought the match was over. Roxi not upset with herself as she gets to her feet and motions out to the crowd keeping them in this match as she awaits for Gates to get to his feet, when he does Roxi looks for a Flying Superman Punch, but no connection, Gates kicks Roxi on the shin before following that up with various punches and elbows before throwing Roxi to the mat with a Judo Throw. Roxi is quickly back to her feet though, not for long as Gates connect with a Springboard Knee that sends Roxi down to the mat. Gates picking Roxi back up to her feet and whipping her into the turnbuckle. Roxi bounces off and into Gate’s hand who levels Roxi with a Neckbreaker, erupting to his feet and cheering at the top of his long.
Gates grabs Roxi by the arm and drags her to the center of the ring where he looks to put Roxi into an Octopus Hold, but Roxi maneuvers out of it, she rolls to her feet by a nearby turnbuckle, Gates charging, looking for a Clothesline, Roxi trips his feet and sends him head first into the ropes. Roxi pointing out to the crowd before she climbs up the turnbuckle looking for the Superhero Press but Gates rolls out of the way.
JOHNSON: ”That was so close.”
VASSA: “If that connected this one would’ve been over.”
Gates gets to his feet and catches his breath while Roxi brings herself to her feet with the ropes. Gates charges across the ring looking to Spear Roxi and himself through the ropes but Roxi rolls out of the way, Conner being able to slow down and grab ahold of the ropes. When he turns around Roxi looks for the Ray Of Hope once more but this time Gates ducks, and counters with a knee to Roxi’s gut and annihilating her with The Dirty Driver. The fans beginning to boo. Gates reeling in for the pin.
JOHNSON: ”THE DIRTY DRIVER…THE DIRTY DRIVER.”
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner…CONNNOR GAAAATESSSS!!!”
Gates gets to his feet as “Love Me Electric” by Crash Kelly begins to play. The ref raising his hand before he begins to cheer inside the ring. Roxi getting to her feet and showing Gratitude before leaving the ring.
VASSA: ”What a back and forth Main Event this was for us tonight, but it is Connor Gates who continues to press on here in Four Corner Wrestling.”
JOHNSON: “Roxi was so close in this one too. She just wasn’t able to hold down Gates who kinda re-surged toward the ending of the match.”
VASSA: “It was a nice match indeed…Tonight’s show overall was a blast as we got to see allot of new faces make their debuts.”
JOHNSON: “The future only gets brighter for Four Corner Wrestling, but that’s going to do it for us here tonight inside the Coleman Theater. I’m Stevie Johnson.”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa.”
JOHNSON: “And we’ll see you next time when we’re live from Minglewood Hall in Memphis Tennessee…good night folks.”
The show ends to a shot of Conner Gates who stands on the turnbuckles with his hands in the air to some jeers and some cheers after his hard fought Main Event Victory tonight.