ADRENALINE E21 (032)

PALACE THEATRE [MYRTLE BEACH, SOUTH CAROLINA]
MARCH 25TH, 2015

HARTMAN: ”I am here with the 4CW Tag Team Champions, who just last week managed to defeat the Black Dahlias in a hard fought battle. Many have stated they would love to see that again. But over the course of your impressive winning streak, it appears you have cleaned out the division a bit. But with this sudden resurgence in the tag division, what are your thoughts?”
RPG: ”I mean we did clear out the division but how quickly it rebuilt didn’t it? I mean in one week the tag division comes on full force and honestly looks better than it ever has in 4CW. You got a bunch of different teams and I won’t pretend to know them all but we got several tag matches tonight, we have BioHazard in the ring later with us. This is a big night for the tag division and I think you’ll see a lot of new contenders come out that we can knock off.
DEMI: ”I have been looking at them and I see a ton of talent coming into 4CW. I know that keeping these belts will be hard, but we plan to do it. We take on all comers and we are ready!”
HARTMAN: ”All that starts with BioHazard tonight, a stiff test to be sure. Best of luck to you both.”
RPG: ”OH HELL NO!”
DEMI: ”Hi there.”
MASH: ”He spaz like that often?”
MURG: ”Maybe he doesn’t like Donuts. Oh, well. More for us?”
MURG: ”Care for a doughnut?”
MASH: ”We couldn’t get these back at the Asylum.”
DEMI: ”Um no thanks, probably won’t sit well before a match..”
MURG: ”Well, We got invited to a party for the new teams, we were bringing the doughnuts. You could come along.”
DEMI: ”I appreciate the offer, really. But I best be off to catch up to my brother to get ready for our match…Sorry about him. Bye!”
RPG: ”Yo what up man. Saw a pretty girl tied up and was going to come by and save her but…Looks like you beat me to it. I’m Royce you are?”
MORRISON: ”I’m someone who doesn’t appreciate you walking into somewhere that you weren’t invited. You see an open door and just think that you can wander on in? “Champ”? You think that piece of gold scares me? Or that it allows you to do whatever you want at my expense…?”
MORRISON: ”Tell you what…I will give you 10 seconds. Enough time for you to consider your options. Either you get out of my locker room, or trust me. YOU will be the one who will need saving…for you see, NOBODY lays a hand on her. But me! Leave. Or I will knock that grin off your face and take that belt off your shoulder. So, make your choice. You want to hold on to that belt and keep it AND your head on your shoulders, or do you want to burn tonight..”CHAMP?”
RPG: ”Listen man, I ain’t the one you want to fuck with. You may have her bending at your will, and trust me I ain’t judge on the kinky shit. Sup baby.”
RPG: ”But you see this belt right here? I won that because my sister and I are the best team in 4CW. And you and Ms. S&M over there? Ain’t changing that. Understand your match is up next so you want to talk a big game, go ahead. The key is backing it up in that ring out there. You call me champ? I call you nothing until you earn it. I’ll be seeing you around. Don’t forget the safety word.”
DEMI: ”You are not going to believe this–“
RPG: ”Trust me, things didn’t end up great where I went either.”
RPG: ”What up?”
DONOVAN: ”Not a whole damn lot. Shit got weird around here, but you guys can relax. We ain’t gonna start with you back here because you’re the champs, we’re the new bloods, and you deserve better than that”
VALKYRIE: ”We follow Omega’s philosophy, keep it in ring or retaliate, don’t go looking for shit, won’t be no shit. But don’t take our words for blowing smoke, You’re 4CW’s premier team for as long as you hold the belts, and we damn sure want to prove we’re the best. So we’ll keep it in the ring.”
RPG: ”Things can for sure get a little weird. But good to see not everybody out for blood around here. Know it’s your debut but best of luck, out there. Big opportunity for you guys, don’t think we going to take it easy. Message to you and the rest these teams is the same, we take on all comers. See you out there…”

JOHNSON: ”Welcome folks to another night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa!”
JOHNSON: ”We’re cut short on time to do a big introduction due to some technical difficulties but we’re going to jump right into the biggest matches of the evening.”
VASSA: ”They should have never handed Tommy Knox the auxiliary cord…”
JOHNSON: ”We have three matches tonight that all revolve around three separate championships here in 4CW. First up, we have an extreme parking lot triple threat match scheduled with Griffin Hawkins, Dakota Smith and Lord Raab.”
VASSA: ”Raab has been on a hot streak as of late, even scoring a win over the 4CW Extreme Champion, Havok.”
JOHNSON: ”You’re right, Vinny. Raab has also scored a win over Dakota. The only person he hasn’t is Griffin but he’ll get his chance tonight.”
VASSA: ”I notice that Havok isn’t even in the lineup. I can only imagine that he has a trick up his sleeve since all three of these guys are gunning for his championship.”
JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Then later on, we have an eight person over the top rope elimination rumble to determine who will challenge Lo’Renzo Porter for the 4CW Pride Championship at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: ”This match also has an equal balance of guys and gals. Niobe Martin, Kirsta Lewis, Aidan Carlisle and Roxi Johnson… it doesn’t get any sexier than that!”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s not forget about the other four. Seamus O’Connor, Xandor Kalel, Inmate 31 and Shane Borderland will make up the second half of wrestlers in this contest. These guys aren’t any push overs either.”
VASSA: ”We see these matches all the time here in 4CW, mainly with newer signees. Tonight’s will be a little different as it will give the winner a shot at challenging for the Pride Championship.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be a fun one to watch but only one will walk away the winner and number one contender for the title.”
VASSA: ”Saving the best for last, we have the 4CW Championship rematch! Jason Cashe will be challenging Jair Hopkins for the title.”
JOHNSON: ”I’m cure it’s going to have its twists and turns with Connor Gates acting as special guest referee.”
VASSA: ”Saying that things between Cashe and Hopkins has gotten out of hand would be an understatement. It’s down right gotten out of control. Just two weeks ago we witnessed one of the most horrific things in the ring when Cashe ripped the shiny golden teeth caps or whatever they’re called from Hopkins mouth. I’ve never seen pliers used in such a manner!”
JOHNSON: ”It was disgusting. What’s even worse is Cashe wearing them as if they were his now. That’s just gross!”
VASSA: ”That’s not gross, that’s Cashe! Short bus and special at its finest!”
JOHNSON: ”So we have Gates acting as ref. Did I mention that these two will be connected with a leather strap? That’s right! This is going to be a leather strap match!”
VASSA: ”I hope Cashe is ready after that whipping he took two weeks ago right before he soiled himself.”
JOHNSON: ”If there’s one thing I DO NOT want to see in that ring tonight it would be that, another Cashe accident.”
VASSA: ”Accidents happen and if there’s one thing I can promise you, Cashe just doesn’t give a damn. He’s going to keep doing what he does week in and week out.”
JOHNSON: ”Well that’s it for now folks. We have an exciting night planned for you all. We’re going to go backstage for a moment before we come back here to ringside and kick things off.”

LEE: ”Kyra, my precious. You are so sadly mistaken. I do not go out there and break people for some pieces of leather and gold plated tin. I go out there to hurt people. I don’t care if I win or lose. It’s a good day when blood as been spilt and bodies bruised. So, bring your desire to win. Because I will be bringing my desire to harm and maim. Don’t worry though, my darling, when it is all over, as I said before, you shall love me. Not only that, but you shall also…”
LEE: ”Worship me.”

ALEX ZION VS. VERONICA TAYLOR
JOHNSON: “What a night we saw last week, that ending scene with Cashe holding onto the grill of Hopkins.”
VASSA: “It was nuts for sure, but it’s a new night, we have an exciting lineup.”
JOHNSON: “Indeed we do, and up first is a match between Alex Zion and Veronica Taylor. Zion is somebody the General Manager, Khris Young knows very well. They have a history. And he’ll make his debut against a slumping Veronica Taylor who lost last week.”
VASSA: “An interesting match up either way you slice it!”
POWERS: “The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing six foot tall, weighing in at two hundred twenty four pounds, from Downriver, Michigan…The Iconic Legacy, Alex Zion!!!”
He climbs onto the ring apron, wipes his boots off, and then steps through the ropes. Zion goes to the center of the ring, where the spot light fades to a dark red, which shines directly down on him. Zion drops to his knees, stretches out his arms and bows his head as his music continues to blare. Zion then raises his right fist into the air as the spot light goes out and several bright flashes of light fill the ring. The fans continue to give him a very mixed reaction, lots of booing but several cheers can be heard over the music. Finally Zion stands up and goes over to the corner, where he hands off his jacket and sunglasses to a ring crew member. Zion then climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and for a final time, holds up his right fist as his music fades and the lights return to normal.
VASSA: “I think I could get behind this guy.”
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.
“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”
POWERS: “And his opponent, making her way to the ring, standing five feet — eight inches, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds, from Los Angeles, California…The First Class Model, Veronica Taylor!!!”
JOHNSON: “Veronica might be a little full of herself.”
VASSA: “She’s just feeling herself, Steve. Leave her alone!”
YOUNG: “I hope everyone is ready for an explosive night here in South Carolina!!”
YOUNG: “Hey Alex, I know you have a match, but I just wanted to extend an offer your way. I know we signed the dotted line and you’re officially on the roster, buuuuuut I have an offer you can’t refuse.”
YOUNG: “I don’t like you. But I am a betting man and I’m willing to place a bet on Veronica Taylor here tonight. I am willing to offer up a title shot of your choosing, should you beat Veronica here tonight.”
YOUNG: “However, if for some reason you were to lose, your contract would become void, and you’d have to exit my ring, and get the hell out of this company.”
JOHNSON: “This match just got a lot more interesting! Huge implications!!”
VASSA: “Young can’t do that, can he?!”
Patrick McDade is the official and he starts the match as Zion and Taylor try to feel one another out. Both extend their hands, but Zion takes the initiative and kicks her in the midsection, causing her to buckle over. Zion strikes her over the back a couple of times with strong forearms, causing her to go to her knees. Zion peels her back on her knees by the hair of her head before taking off and hitting the ropes. Zion bounces off, looking for a big kick, but Taylor ducks it and rolls away from the attack. Zion bounces off the ropes and gets hit with side kick to the gut, causing Zion to hunch over. Taylor hits the ropes and catches Alex with a running knee lift.
JOHNSON: “Some fast paced action from both individuals.”
VASSA: “Taylor dodging attacks and she’s got Zion on his back.”
JOHNSON: “Alex Zion has put himself right back into position to win this thing.”
VASSA: “These two are going right after one another.”
ONE
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Taylor quickly kicks out.
Zion aggressively picks Taylor up off the mat and rocks her back against the ropes. He grabs her by the arm and slings her to the ropes. Taylor hangs on to the ropes as Zion leaps into the air, looking for the drop kick and crashes to the mat. Taylor rushes over, grabs him by the hair, and pulls him to the mat with a face breaker. Instead of going for the pin, Taylor stalks Zion, spins him around and goes for the Facelift, but Zion rams her back into the corner.
VASSA: “Zion is fighting for his life here!”
JOHNSON: “His career.”
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: “Zion is still apart of the roster with that kick out!”
VASSA: “What’s he doing back out here!?”
JOHNSON: “Young trying to get in the head of Zion and it’s working.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Wow! Zion is gone! Just as quick as he came in!”
VASSA: “That’s totally unfair!”
JOHNSON: “Young was just keeping an eye on the action, Vinny.”
POWERS: “The winner of this match, Veronica Taylor!!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like Zion’s contract is now void and he’ll be escorted from the theater. We’ll be right back folks!”

INMATE 31: ”You should have just let me through the restricted area. Now, you will have to explain to every single person why your neck is red. I bet they are going to believe you got sunburnt. Now, do you have something to say for yourself?”
SECURITY GUARD: ”I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had credentials to be there. It won’t happen again.”
INMATE 31: ”What all did you hear?”
INMATE 31: ”LIARS. You all heard something and trust me. I will seek and destroy anyone who divulges my master plan. Tonight, someone gets sacrificed to the VOICES.”
CREW PERSON: ”Where are you going Inmate?”
INMATE 31: ”That is for me to know and for everyone to stay to out of my business. I don’t have to answer any questions. If you all value your own lives then don’t bother following me.”

REEVES: “Some tea for my English chap James here… Some mead for my fierce Valkyrie… Valkyrie the Viking… bad ass name bruhhnette! Biohazard man… I wish I had chosen something as cool as that for a tag name… don’t worry the drinks aren’t poisoned…
DR. HYDE: “That’s not fun!”
REEVES: “My brutha… brutha… bruh… how the hell do I pronounce your name… Murgatidis! That’s it! No? Murgatroid? Yeah! There we go… I got you some sweet home state drink… Milk… with some Thorazine… and for my main man Monster Mash… I got you… a half-drank tequila sunrise.”
MURGATROID: “Just like mother used to make for me…”
REEVES: “I would like to officially welcome you all to 4 Corners Wrestling! Don’t be shy drink up and lets get to know each other!”
DONOVAN: “Mate… are you taking the fucking piss? Or, is this some American cunt’s joke that British and Danish cunts don’t get?”
RAGE: “What the hell are all these people doing here?!”
REEVES: “It’s just a welcome party for the new tag teams bruh! Come on don’t be rude!”
RAGE: “Don’t you understand that this is the competition?! What the hell are you thinking…”
RAGE: “Who the hell is that?! More people?!”
REEVES: “Nah bruh… this is just business probably… chill… Hollywood style man… Hollywood style!”
RAGE: “Wait… wait… is that MY tequila sunrise?! That’s it!”
DONOVAN: “Fuck. This. You didn’t even boil the fucking water when you made this cuppa tea!”

EXTREME RULES MATCH
ERIC LEE VS. KYRA MCKNIGHT
JOHNSON: “Another weekly show and another Extreme Rules match on tap as Eric Lee takes on Kyra McKnight!”
POWERS: “”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds and standing six feet tall. He is “The Ultraviolent God”, ERIC LEEEEEEE!!!”
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish he’d go away…”
“Black Candles” by Umberto starts playing through the theater. Eric Lee steps out from the back and glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as he walks to the ring. He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles.
VASSA: “I like this guy.”
JOHNSON: “He seems to have some issues.”
VASSA: “Why?! Because he doesn’t mind tacks hanging from his face?”
JOHNSON: “Precisely.”
POWERS: “And his opponent, standing five foot six, weighing in at one hundred forty-three pounds, from Salem, Massachusetts…Kyra McKnight!!”
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”
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…”
If you’re a freak like me!”
JOHNSON: “McKnight has had an up and down ride since joining the roster, but could be in a great place if she is able to put Eric Lee away.”
VASSA: “I can’t see Lee losing this match. He loves the extreme ways!”
Both competitors clench their fists before hopping to the outside in their respective corners. Both go under the ring and Lee pulls out a trash can whilst McKnight grabs a steel chair. Both race around the ring to get to one another. McKnight turns a corner and gets smashed in the head with the trash can as Lee launches it at her face. McKnight hits the ground on the outside. Lee picks McKnight up off the ground and hooks her up for a suplex. He lifts her high into the air and falls forward, crushing McKnight’s midsection on the already dented trash can. The crash can caves in and out of use as McKnight rolls around, holding her gut.
VASSA: “Lee taking out the trash!!”
JOHNSON: “Keep it classy, Vin.”
JOHNSON: “McKnight going right after the right knee of Eric Lee.”
VASSA: “Pretty effective so far.”
ONE
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JOHNSON: “Eric Lee with the kick out, just before the two count.”
VASSA: “We’ve seen those lights before, Steve, and it’s never pretty.”
JOHNSON: “Yup. They’re not good at all.”
JOHNSON: “This is about to get ugly.”
VASSA: “Did you hear that, Steve?!”
JOHNSON: “Who didn’t?! Eric Lee may be out of it.”
ONE
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TWO
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Eric Lee gets the shoulder up before the three count and the match continues. McKnight puts her back to Lee and hits a quick standing moonsault, but ignores the pin. McKnight scours the remaining weapons in the ring and grabs the handcuffs. She opens up one cuff and goes to put one on the wrist of Lee, but he rakes her in the eyes causing her to drop it. McKnight staggers back as Lee gets to an upright position. McKnight runs at him, looking for a clothesline, but Lee ducks it, jumps up, and hits the move his cause Shock Therapy.
JOHNSON: “SHOCK THERAPY!!”
VASSA: “Perfect counter and placement!”
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: “McKnight gets her shoulder up!”
JOHNSON: “Oh my god!!”
VASSA: “There are shards of glass everywhere!!”
JOHNSON: “These people in attendance love their Extreme matches!! “
VASSA: “This is as good as it gets! “
JOHNSON: “High risk for McKnight!”
VASSA: “Someone needs to help Lee out with those handcuffs.”
JOHNSON: “That didn’t help, what a collision!”
VASSA: “I think Lee is losing to much blood, Steve.”
JOHNSON: “It looks like he’s fading here.”
JOHNSON: “KNIGHT LIGHT!!”
VASSA: “Eric Lee has lost too much blood, he may be out!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “Kyra McKnight has just knocked off the very dangerous and deranged Eric Lee! Huge win for her!”
VASSA: “Very impressive, but Lee was defenseless.”
JOHNSON: “That’s the name of the game, Vinny. Gotta be ruthless in this division.”
VASSA: “Truer words have never been spoken.”
POWERS: “The winner of this match, Kyra McKnight!!”
JOHNSON: “Kyra McKnight picks up a big win and her stock just went up. She showed a mean streak here tonight and that got her the win. We’ll be right back! Hang tight!”

BANKS: “Brennan Devlin…
You are a douchebag. It’s truly disgusting to watch you talk circles, make zero sense, and continue to prove why after however many years you’ve been in the business – you’re still a tiny, itty, bitty fish. You can innovate? What exactly have you innovated?! Sure as hell isn’t a single move in your arsenal. Sure as fuck isn’t that bleach blonde hairdo, and the bitter beer face on your disgusting mug. You can fall off the face of the earth right now – Right the fuck now, and not a soul…”
BANKS: “…not a goddamn soul would notice you were gone. Everything you said about me? Every single bit of it? It can alllllll be applied right back to you. Like you saying that I ‘hang’ on my previous accomplishments when you’ve been bringing up ACE every single time you’ve opened your goddamn mouth! I don’t want people to humor me, dumbass. I want people to realize that all your trash talk? THEIR trash talk?! It’s beginners shit. I’m way above that, and waaay, waaaaaaay past that point of my career where saying things like ‘it doesn’t matter here’ and ‘nobody cares’ is somehow an insult. That’s the type of garbage I said when I FIRST STARTED IN THIS BUSINESS YA PEASANT!”
BANKS: “But I guess this place is just filled with beginners, huh? People who think that ignorance is somehow a diss. People who think that sheer stupidity on their part is somehow – SOMEWAY an insult to me. Nah, Brennan. I’m not dumbing myself down to fit the mold here in 4CW. I am NOT moving backwards. I’m gonna stick to who the fuck I am. I’m gonna stick to bragging, boasting, and bringing every freaking thing I’ve done up on my way to the top of this company. You wanna know why? Because I could tell that it annoys you peasants. I could tell that it aggravates you, and cuts people like you deep to know that I could actually, ACTUALLY become a household name wherever I go; while you peasants stick to where you’re….”
BANKS: “…somewhat noticeable. Keyword – somewhat. But you were right about one thing, Brennan. You don’t have to be a great talent to succeed here. The only great talents that I saw when I signed my name on the dotted line were Jair Hopkins, that Raab guy, and Jason Cashe. Everyone else? Background noise.”
BANKS: “Oh, yeah. And these two right here.”
BANKS: “Those names? That’s where I want to be. That’s where I WILL be while you hold hands and play Barbie and Ken with she who shall not be named. Never brought her name up once, by the way – though I am glad you assumed I did. Never once did I say that I deserved this and that because of what I’ve done elsewhere. Didn’t say half the things your dumbass brought up, but whatev. I guess that’s what people like you do. You assume, and try to make something outta nothing, right? Riiiiiiiiiight.”
BANKS: “You SURE did backpedal a whole hell of a lot the second time you decided to flap your gums. That’s something you’re actually good at though, Brennan. If backpedaling was a sport, you’d be Lance Armstrong ON steroids. My personal favorite? When you said that I impressed you a teeny, tiny bit, and then suddenly — I didn’t impress you at all? Well geewillikers, Brennan! You sure told me there!”
BANKS: “I see right through you, Brennan. You might have the wool pulled over the eyes of some folks, but not mine. Behind that macho bravado is a man who’s scared – terrified even, to lose to a little ol’ girly girl like me. A man who can talk the talk, but can you really walk the walk? I don’t know…I guess that’s something we’ll find out in a weeebit, huh? But, here’s something I do know, cocky wrestler 526…”
BANKS: “Your ego? That’s the last thing you need to worry about being bruised after tonight. I’m going to hurt you, and then I’m going to beat you. And when it’s all said and done – you’ll have no other choice but to bow the fuck down, and recognize me for who and what I am… THE QUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEENNNNNAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… of Professional Wrestling.”
BANKS: “Bow….down.”

”We have been here since fire and the wheel
We shall always be in your hearts.
We brought the fall of Rome, The French Revolution
Both World Wars, and world wide Terror.
We are now poised to strike at Four Corners
Prepare yourselves, steel your hearts.
We. Are. Coming.”
After the voice ends this image appears on screen for a couple of seconds before blackness once again.


The scene was of the newly signed Brennan Devlin and his girlfriend as well as fellow 4CW wrestler Ramona tucked away in a back corner. The woman was leaning with her hips against the wall while Brennan stood in front of her. He looked a little irked by something and blew out a heavy breath but his gal did her best to smooth down his ruffled feathers. Metaphorically speaking of course.
RAMONA: “The only reason my locker room is bigger is because Sativa and I share one. There’s two people so we need a little more space. If you divided our room in half for each of us I bet you’d see that you actually get more space to yourself than her and I do.”
DEVLIN: “See, I don’t think so. I’m the best in the world at measuring locker room sizes. I was once going to be an architect, but instead I decided I was going to help build 4CW instead. So – I’m a pretty good judge.. You got a bigger locker room, so unfair..”
RAMONA: “Listen I’m sure it was just an oversight on their part and I know that it won’t happen again. 4CW wanted you here, they worked to get you here so that says a lot. Now this isn’t something I’m really proud of but because I like you I’m going to tell you something … 4CW didn’t come after me, there was no recruiting of Ramona Lea Epps.”
DEVLIN: “Given your popularity on social media, you’ve had enough people ‘coming after you’ already to make up for that. Jay-kay. But – for reals? No foolin’?”
RAMONA: “No foolin.’ I know, it’s embarrassing but it’s true. I wasn’t recruited to wrestle here, I had to show up and apply on my own and when I came here I was a nobody. Hell I was actually kind of a nice and pleasant person too but that was a long time ago. The point is though you’re not a nobody, you’re the Face of Wrestling and people here know that. This match of yours is a fluke just like mine is. Someone put antifreeze in the water coolers at 4CW HQ and all this hot mess is the result. At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself so I can sleep at night.
It’s only a matter of time before you’re up there at the top of the card main eventing these shows and chasing that 4CW Title. The fact you’re willing to actually work for it unlike others is what’s going to set you apart. And trust me, I don’t waste my time with people who aren’t going big places.”
DEVLIN: “You just did more to sell me in a minute then ACE did in months.”
RAMONA: “What kind of woman would I be if I didn’t know how to stroke your ego babe? This is a big night and you deserve to be confident, no one can take that away from you. I on the other hand get the displeasure of having to go out there and participate in a mockery of humanitarianism and my own worth by wrestling two sub-humans who would have been sitting on stools next to the Bearded Lady seventy years ago while children threw peanuts at them.
It’s fine though, Sativa and I will do what we always do and that’s show this company and it’s fans that there isn’t a team out there that’s going to hold us back. Even if we have to get our hands a little dirty in the process we’re climbing right back up to the top and getting those titles. I don’t care how messy it gets tonight.”
DEVLIN: “Hah, bearded lady. Sounds like Felicity. And while you’re gonna deal with Slipknot, I’m gonna slay the queen. But really, I’ll be doing her a favor by doing that. She will finally, fine-ah-lee be able to do what she really wants to do. She’ll be able to go home, sit on twitter and just tweet away. People will pay her to endorse their products because she was in one match with me, the Cornerstone of 4 Corners. The Face of Wrestling! She should really be thanking me.. Because of me, I’m making her dreams come true. I’m making her famous! What a gentleman, am I right? Of course I’m right. And you just watch.. she won’t even thank me.. None of them will.”

ANDREW MORRISON & CHRISTINE NASH VS. POLITICALLY INCORRECT
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first, the tag team of Andrew Morrison and Christine Nash!”
VASSA: ”What the hell is this? Is he taking the dog for a walk in the park?”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t call it that. We’ve seen these two over the past couple of shows take a walk on the dark side and I think it’s spilling over to tonight.”
VASSA: ”He made her disappear from the ring weeks ago and at the last Adrenaline, we saw these two backstage into some creepy stuff. This is exciting!”
“SOMEWHERE BEYOND HAPPINESS AN SADNESS
I NEED TO CALCULATE WHAT CREATES MY OWN MADENSS”
As the fans nag him on, from behind the curtains and into a fog of smoke confidently steps out Antoine Rage wearing his usual black trunks with silver lettering on the back reading: “RAGE,” accompanied by black knee pads and boots of the same color. Finishing off his in-ring attire is black sports tape wrapped around each wrist. As an explosion of white lasers cut through the thick artificial fog. Antoine Rage steps through the dense smoke and flashes a sly grin at the booing fans.
“I FEEL IRRATIONAL, SO CONFROTNTAIONAL
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I’M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER”
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring first, from the Sin City of Las Vegas, Nevada… weighting in at two hundred fifty four pounds and standing at six feet and four inches… Antoine Rage!”
“NOW HAS COME THE DAY THAT I TAKE THE LEAD AND I MAKE YOU FOLLOW…
TOAST THE CHAMPION ‘CAUSE I CAME FROM GREED AND NOT TOMORROW…”
POWERS: ”…And his partner, from Hollywood, California… weighting in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing at six feet and one inch… “The Superstar”… Dustin Reeves!”
“AND OF ALL MY PILLS AND ALL OF MY DRINKS IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…
ALL THAT I FEEL AND ALL THAT I SEE IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…”
Running up to each turnbuckle of the 4CW ring one by one, Dustin Reeves acrobatically hops on to the middle ropes and raises he right arm as in victory, as the fans shower him with boos each time before hopping back down. Making his way to the center of the ring while slapping a high five with a reluctant Antoine Rage, he mouths something off to the referee, as the two await the beginning of the match.
VASSA: ”And then we have these two gentlemen, Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves!”
JOHNSON: ”They made an impressive debut two weeks ago and I’m sure they’ll be looking to carry that momentum into this match tonight!”
VASSA: ”The completely demolished their opponents two weeks ago.”
JOHNSON: ”They’ll have more of a challenge tonight as Christine and Andrew have made quite a name for themselves recently.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Reeves and Nash slowly approach each other in the center of the ring. Once they get within striking distance, they circle each other for a moment before finally locking up. Using his size to his advantage, Reeves quickly takes control and pulls down Nash’s head, applying a side headlock. He cranks down on the pressure for a few moments before she finally plants her hands into his back and pushes him off, sending him to the ropes. Reeves hits the ropes and comes back fast with a clothesline but misses as Nash drops down to her stomach. Running over her, Reeves goes to the opposite ropes. Before he hits them, Nash pushes herself up and jumps into the air towards him. After hitting the ropes and coming back, Reeves tastes her boot as Nash hits him with a drop kick to the chops.
Reeves bounces back to the ropes and holds onto them for balance. Nash quickly pops up and grabs him by the arm, pulling him away from the ropes. She then hooks her arm around his head and lifts him up vertically into the air and falls back, dropping him to the canvas with a suplex. In a fluid motion, she rolls backwards and on top of Reeves. She then grabs his head with one hand and then throws back to back punches with her other, connecting with one after the other. Before she can throw another, Reeves reaches up and wraps his arms around her, trapping her arms in the process. He then rolls over to his side and knocks her off.
The two then quickly rush to get to their feet. Standing up at the same time, Reeves throws an overhead punch but gets blocked as Nash throws up her arm in defense. She then throws a punch of he own but the same thing happens. Reeves throws up his arm and fends it off. Reeves then hits her with a quick dropkick to the knee, knocking her down to the other. He quickly gets back up and moves in before she has a chance to stand back up. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulls her up to her feet and throws her to his corner. Nash slams against the corner with her back and as she does, Rage throws his arm over the ropes and hits her across the shoulders with a forearm. Nash falls forward to the mat as Reeves slowly walks in and slaps hands with Rage.
JOHNSON: ”There’s our first official tag for the match!”
VASSA: ”Rage was a beast two weeks ago. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him in action all week.”
JOHNSON: ”Well, here’s your chance!”
Turning his attention to Rage, Morrison says a few words and the two meet each other in the center of the ring, face to face, looking into each others eyes. Standing side by side, there isn’t much difference in size between the two. Rage then throws a sudden punch but doesn’t connect as Morrison blocks it and then knees him in the stomach. Morrison then locks onto Rage and hits him with a few more knees to the ribs. He then wraps his arms around him and lifts him up and over, driving him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Morrison quickly pushes himself up and stomps on Rage before he can even begin to stand. Morrison then jumps on top of him and begins going punches to Rage’s head. After landing a handful, he then grabs Rage by the head but both hands. With Rage’s head in his grasps, Morrison lunges his head forward and hits him right between the eyes with an headbutt.
Pushing himself up, Morrison stands to his feet, looking down at Rage between his legs. He then grabs Rage by the head and pulls him up. Morrison then pulls Rage’s head down between his legs and wraps his arms around his waist. Panting his feet into the mat, Morrison goes to lift Rage up but doesn’t get far as Rage locks his leg with his. Morrison goes to lift him again but the result is the same. Rage then finds a burst of energy and begins to stand straight up, lifting Morrison up from the mat. He then flips Morrison over his head, sending him falling to the mat. Morrison hits the canvas with a thud as Rage paces around the ring in a fit. He then turns his attention back to Morrison and moves in quickly. With a few steps, Rage jumps up and comes down with a devastating leg drop across Morrison’s throat.
VASSA: ”Damn! He’s trying to decapitate Andrew!”
JOHNSON: ”These are two big boys in the ring, both with a lot of strength. Antoine just showed us a sample of his by lifting Andrew up over his head with nothing but leg strength.”
VASSA: ”I’m still remembering the power he put on display for us two weeks ago in North Carolina.”
JOHNSON: ”They cleaned house quickly but tonight is a different night.”
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
Reeves pushes himself up while digging his fists down into Andrew’s chest. He then pulls him up from the mat and hits him across the chest with a couple of quick chops. Reeves then grabs Andrew’s arm and throws him to the ropes. Hitting them hard, Andrew comes back with speed and doges a clothesline. Andrew then leaps into the air and plants his feet on the middle rope and springboards back. Flying through the air, Andrew turns his body and lays Reeves out with a flying clothesline. Finding a burst of energy, Andrew pops up to his feet. He then kicks Reeves in the side, flipping him over to his stomach. Andrew then climbs on top of his back and locks on a crossface. Locking on the pressure, Andrew turns on the heat as Reeves yells in pain. After a moment passes, Rage quickly enters the ring and rushes over, kicking Andrew in the back of the head and breaking up the move. The ref quickly turns to Rage and backs him into the corner, yelling for him to exit the ring.
Andrew slowly gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his head after taking that boot to it. He then turns back to Reeves and reaches down, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up to his feet. Andrew then throws Reeves to the ropes with power and waits with anticipation as he hits them and comes back. Once close, Andrew lifts Reeves up, turns around and plants his back into the mat with a spinebuster. Wasting no time, Andrew covers for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.
ONE
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TWO
Before the ref can even begin to go for the three count, Rage breaks up the pin with a double axe handle to Andrew’s back. The ref quickly stands up and backs Rage into the corner again, yelling for him to exit the ring. Morrison slowly gets up in anger and kicks Reeves a couple of times before finally pulling him up. Once up, Reeves digs his thumb into Andrew’s eye while the ref has his back turned. Andrew loses focus and takes a step back but before he can get far, Reeves steps in beside him and drops him to the canvas with a front face slam. Reeves pops up and quickly runs over to the corner, shoving the ref aside and slaps hands with Rage. Rage then climbs into the ring and eyes the ref to make sure he saw the tag and wasn’t going to force him to leave the ring.
Rage then walks over to Andrew slowly and once there, he looks down at him as the anticipation of the crowd grows. Rage then takes off from stand still and rushes the corner where Nash is and knocks him from the apron with a lariat. Falling to the floor, Nash rolls and crashes into the barricade. Rage then turns back to Morrison and walks towards him. Reaching down and grabbing him by the head, Rage pulls him up to his feet. Rage then lifts Morrison up and looks over to Reeves, nodding for him to climb the turnbuckle. Rage then drops Andrew across his knee with a backbreaker and as he does, Reeves leaps from the top rope and comes down on his face with a double stomp.
JOHNSON: ”I believe they call that Flash Photography!”
VASSA: ”Whatever it is, I think they just broke Andrew in half with it.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”That’s it folks! Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves have won the match and are starting a possible streak if this momentum continues.”
Rage and Reeves stand side by side as the ref raises both of their arms into the air and “Getting Away With Murder” hits the speakers.
POWERS: ”And the winners by pinfall, Dustin Reeves and Antoine Rage, POLITICALLY INCORRECT!!!”
VASSA: ”These two are starting to impress me and could soon be a major force in the tag scene.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s only their second match in 4CW but if they can keep this up then they surely will.”
VASSA: ”We’ll be right back folks. You know the drill, clean the ring up, blah blah blah…”

LEE: ”I told you I do this for pain.”
LEE: ”As I said earlier, the outcome doesn’t matter. The rampage and violence in the ring is all that matters. Pain was dealt and received. The night was good. Now, I just lay in wait. Waiting for my darling to come around. She wants to live in this world, then she will be back. And next time? Next time there will be an even grander display of violence and mayhem. On to the next weary traveler to that shall come upon my humble, violent abode. One more person to, Worship me…”

BRENNAN DEVLIN VS. FELICITY BANKS
POWERS:“Introducing to the ring first, from Devil’s Den, California, weighing in at 218 pounds, Brennan Devliiiiiiin!”
POWERS:“And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing 115 pounds, Felicity Baaaanks!”
“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd erupting in a mixed reaction as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There’s still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until they’re off. The sparklers are still visible as a spotlight illuminates the top of ramp.
“Can you feel that…?”
The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the “True Queen B of Pro Wrestling” comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and a blowpop in her mouth. She looks disinterested as she pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the “Queen B” writing on the back of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and stares them down before she glances around the entire arena. She walks up the steps and into the ring.
Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her.
VASSA:“Doesn’t look like she’s having much luck with that, does it Steve?”
JOHNSON:“Not this evening, Vinnie. We’ve got Brennan Devlin making his debut here tonight in Myrtle Beach against fellow relative newcomer, Felicity Banks, who picked up her first win last Adrenaline.”
VASSA:“Will we see her start a streak here tonight, or will Devlin start construction on his legacy of being the ‘Cornerstone of Four Corners Wrestling?’”
JOHNSON:“We are about to find out!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Neither of the two wastes any time, both charging toward one another at top speed. Devlin connects first with a dropkick that flips Felicity completely backwards to land face down on the mat!
VASSA:“Ouch! It looks like the self-proclaimed ‘Queen B’ is already doing some bowing down of her own.”
JOHNSON:“Things are just getting started, Vinnie. I wouldn’t go putting this on the books just yet.”
He gets to his feet quickly and the two circle the ring, each with laser focus on the other. They rush toward the middle once again. Devlin sidesteps at the last second and lands a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that shakes the ring. Still gloating, Brennan drags Felicity up by her hair—to which the referee is quick to call out a warning—and nails her with a European uppercut.
Banks stumbles back, turning to catch herself against the corner. Devlin runs at the corner, looking for a knee to the spine, but Felicity spins at the last moment and throws an elbow right into his face! Brennan stumbles away, holding his pretty mug with both hands.
JOHNSON:“I think Banks just took a shot at Brennan’s best feature!”
VASSA:“I thought that was his hair? Or was it those ridiculous shorts?”
JOHNSON:“Well if you ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you it is all of the above.”
Banks stomps forward to capitalize as Brennan stumbles away again, but Devlin turns and slams her to the mat with an STO! The two scuffle back and forth on the canvas, but Felicity eventually gains the upper hand. Mounted on Brennan’s chest she starts throwing elbows into his face, one after the next after the next.
JOHNSON:“Felicity playing head games here, attacking Devlin’s best feature and isolating one part of the body to tear down.”
VASSA:“Generally a solid strategy. Let’s see if she can keep it up!”
Banks shouts in pain, curling her hands in to fists as she struggles not to tap out. Brennan pulls harder on the hold, trying to force the submission. The battle of wills goes on for what must be an agonizing amount of time for Felicity until she finally manages to stretch her arm far enough to get a hand on the ropes. The referee calls for the break, but Brennan holds on for several seconds longer!
Felicity holds her leg in pain as the referee backs Devlin toward his corner, delivering a blistering reproach for his flouting of the rules. Still hurting, Banks gets to her feet and fights through it. The ref ducks out of the way just in time to avoid an impressive fameasser!
Banks shoves Brennan over onto his back and hooks the leg.
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA:“Felicity still focusing her attacks on Brennan’s head, but no dice here for the first attempted pin of the match.”
JOHNSON:“A fantastic effort by both so far, but one of these two is going to have to walk away disappointed.”
Brennan runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, delivering a running boot to the spine of Felicity. Banks is still writhing in agony as Devlin grabs her by the hair and throws her to the corner. Crossing the ring once again, he charges at her for a double knee attack that sends her to the mat.
Brennan dives in for a pin, trying to use his body weight to hold Felicity down for the three count.
ONE
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TWO
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THE… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:“Close call for Felicity Banks.”
VASSA:“I thought Devlin had it for sure.
Brennan goes for a DDT but Felicity shoves him back and throws and open palm strike into his face. She locks on a head clutch and drives her knee into his face over and over! Devlin breaks free and shoves her back before running at her for a clothesline. Banks slides between his legs and fires off a dropkick to the back of the head!
As Brennan gets to his feet Felicity charges, but he takes her down with a drop toe hold! She gets back up only to be met with a spinning heel kick. Banks refuses to stay down, coming at him again, but Devlin drops to a knee and flips her over his shoulder with a snapmare!
VASSA:“I can’t even tell who is in control right now!”
JOHNSON:“Is anyone?!
Felicity flips back to her feet only to be met with a crossbody! Devlin attempts a leg drop, but she rolls out of the way and snakes around behind him to lock on a rear naked choke! Brennan’s arms flail as he tries to break the hold. The two continue to struggle, Devlin beginning to power to his feet.
Banks continues to hold on even as Brennan stands! Devlin moves backward toward a corner. He’s about to slam her back into the turnbuckles, but she lets go and hops onto the ropes! Brennan turns just in time to catch a knee to the face! Felicity leaps right back up onto the turnbuckle for a diving hurricanrana!
JOHNSON:“What a match! Neither of these two can seem to hold on to their momentum for very long!”
VASSA:“Brennan really wants that debut win!”
JOHNSON:“And Felicity wants a repeat of last Adrenaline!”
VASSA:“Face Time! Queen B just got some Face Time!”
ONE
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TWO
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TH… KICKOUT!!!
Banks gets her shoulders up at the last second! Brennan can’t believe it, curling both fists in his bleached blonde hair as he fumes. He grabs Felicity’s shirt and pulls her with him as he stands up. He drives her across the ring with several chops. Banks ducks under his arm as he comes at her for a lariat.
Brennan spins around to follow her in a rage. Felicity attempts another open palm strike, but Devlin grabs her arm! She tries to break free, but he grabs the other arm as well!
JOHNSON:“Uh oh, is this it?”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE.. KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON:“She kicked out! Felicity kicked out again!”
VASSA:“How did she do it?!”
JOHNSON:“Space Jam DDT!!!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA:“She did it! Felicity Banks did it!”
JOHNSON:“Somehow, after two incredible shots from Brennan Devlin, she came back!”
The bell sounds and the referee has to help Felicity to her feet so that he can raise her hand.
POWERS:“Here is your winner, by pin fall, Felicity Baaaaaaaaaaaaaanks!”

CASHE: “KnoxVILLE!! Hey bro smell this…”
KNOX: “It’s just Knox now and THAT is nasty! What is that!?”
CASHE: “I farted bare assed in my hand so I could shake Hopkins hand, do the honorable thing…Ya know cause that’s funny! But it came out moist like dew on the morning grass so I washed my hands like four times and the smell won’t go away! It’s like I cupped the butthole of a skunk and got squirted on.”
KNOX: “How are you not better medicated? You are an Untreated Mental patient. You know that right?”
CASHE: “Seems to be a growing trend, everyone wants to be a little CRRRAAAZZZY!! We could fill a wing at the Insane Asylum with the loonies on this roster, haven’t you noticed? Heh.”
KNOX: “Well listen, I’ve got to run some errands. We should hang out though! If you win tonight we’ll celebrate, sound good?”
CASHE: “If? Jair Hopkins is a Dying Breed, I’m a Spessal Kind. He will have whipping scars left on his body from me tonight. His mother, his Grandmother will see what I’ve done and cry for his pain. They will pray to their gods, light their candles and touch four spots in a Hail Mary but the things done here tonight won’t be a handful of “ifs” they will be sure things. Could you get me a brillo pad?”
KNOX: “For what?
KNOX: “Oh to scrub that smell off? I’m sure there is one somewhere backstag–“

CREATURE FEATURE VS. THE BLACK DAHLIAS
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first accompanied by Dr. Formalda Hyde… Murgatroid and Monster Mash, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”
VASSA: ”These two made a huge impact two weeks ago as they nearly destroyed the set.”
JOHNSON: ”Don’t forget about the beating they put on The Fire shortly after their loss to Politically Incorrect.”
VASSA: ”They have their first match tonight and lets just hope that the ref can keep them under control.”
“Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin’ on, goin’ on
Creepin’ up slow, hangin’ ’round my back door, my back door!”
POWERS: ”Now coming to the ring we have the team of Sativa Nevaeh and Ramona Lea Epps, THE BLACK DAHLIAS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”After a tough loss to the tag team champions two weeks ago, The Black Dahlias will be looking to bounce back with a win tonight.”
VASSA: ”That was one hell of a match. Despite the loss, those two ladies should keep their heads up and be proud of the performance they put on for us in North Carolina.”
JOHNSON: ”This will be their third tag team match together. They defeated We Dem Boyz in their debut. Then they came up short two weeks ago against Black Listed. Tonight will prove to be a challenge as Creature Feature has proven in their short time here that they are just down right insane and don’t care for rules.”
VASSA: ”Well if there’s one team that can put these two mad men in their place, it would have to be these ladies. They’re deadly in the ring and crush self esteems with their words.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Before the bell even silences, Murg takes off from his corner and rushes towards Sativa, Once close, he swings his arm like a club but slams it against the top of the turnbuckle as Sativa jumps out of the way. He then turns around quickly and throws another forearm towards Sativa but misses as she steps back to avoid contact. Not letting up, he swings with another but misses yet again. Backing Sativa against the ropes, Murg lunges forward in a rage. Sativa side steps him and watches as he slams his arms over the top of the ropes. Murg then spins around and throws his arm at Sativa’s head but comes up short again as she ducks underneath.
Sativa then throws a quick jab to Murg’s stomach but does nothing as he laughs it off and swings downward at her head with a closed fist. Landing the attack, he knocks Sativa to the floor, almost driving her into the mat like a spike. he then jumps into the air and comes down on her face with a knee to the forehead. Murg slowly stands up but doesn’t let up as he then kicks her over to her stomach. he then reaches down and grabs her by the back of the head. Pressing her face into the mat, he then drags her across the ring. Murg then lifts her up with by the head. Pulling her head back with one hand, he looks down into her eyes and then drops an elbow across her throat as he falls down to a sitting position.
JOHNSON: ”Murgatroid is twice her size. He’s going to crush her!”
VASSA: ”What did you tell me what one time?”
JOHNSON: ”Take a shower before the shows because you smell of liquor?”
VASSA: ”No, not that! Something to do with size I think…”
JOHNSON: ”That size didn’t matter but in this case, if he has his hands on her, it does play a huge factor.”
Sativa quickly gets up and rushes over to the corner where she slaps hands with Ramona. The ref see’s the tag but instead of entering the ring, Ramona waits on the outside as Murg slowly begins to climb to his feet. Once up, Ramona grabs the top rope and jumps, lifting herself up. Planting her feet on the top rope, she then leaps towards Murg and hits him with a flying crossbody. Falling to his back, Murg hits the canvas with Ramona on top of him. She then hooks his leg for the pin as the ref sweeps in.
ONE
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Murg then lifts her up above his body and tosses her across the ring. Rolling across the ring, Ramona stops by the ropes and quickly pushes herself up. Murg also gets up only to get blindsided with a fury of punches and kicks. Ramona then spins and goes for a roundhouse but Murg catches her leg. With both arms wrapped around it, he then spins and throws her across the ring. Mona crashes into the turnbuckle and before she knows it, Mash reaches over the top rope and grabs a handful of hair. He then pulls her up from the mat and holds her up as Murg runs in and hits her with a running clothesline.
JOHNSON: ”OUCH!!!”
VASSA: ”That did look pretty bad. I hope they didn’t mess up that pretty face!”
JOHNSON: ”I hope it didn’t snap her neck.”
Mash quickly turns around, not feeling anything and laughs in her face. he then kicks his leg up and connects with a boot to her face. Ramona falls backwards to the canvas and hits the mat hard. Mash then rushes at her and goes to stomp on her head. At the last second, Ramona rolls out of the way as his foot crashes into the mat. He then tries again but comes up short as she moves out of the way. Lifting his leg once more, Ramona then sweeps her body around and kicks his leg out from under him. Mash falls backwards to the mat as the ring rattles from the impact.
Ramona then pops up to her feet and takes a couple steps towards him, kicking him in the side of the head as if it were football at kickoff. Mash ignores the pain somewhat and leans up but hesitates before standing. Ramona then runs to the ropes in front of him and hits them hard. Coming back with speed, she then slides and connects with a forearm smash to Mash’s head.
JOHNSON: ”BLITSKRIEG BOP!!!”
VASSA: ”She’s going to need to do more than that if she’s going to keep him down. He’s leaning back up.”
JOHNSON: ”There’s another one!”
Ramona then turns around only to see Mash back to his feet but still in a daze. As she approaches him, Mash takes a blind swing at her but misses as she ducks. Ramona then kicks him in the stomach but before she can pull her foot away, Mash grans it and pulls her in close. He then bends her over and wraps his arms around her waist. Lifting her above his head as if going for a powerbomb, he holds her there for a moment. Ramona then punches him in the face a couple times before rolling forward and wrapping her arms around his waist. As she hits the mat, she pulls Mash down to his back and gets him in a school boy pin as the ref quickly sweeps in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”Holy crap! Ramona got him with the schoolboy rollup!”
JOHNSON: ”That was some quick thinking on her part.”
VASSA: ”UH OHH!!!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The two then make their way around the ring as Murg is enraged and helping Mash to his feet.
POWERS: ”Your winners by pinfall, THE BLACK DDAAHHLLIIAASS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Security better get down here quickly to keep this situation under control.”
VASSA: ”Damn, you psychic?”
JOHNSON: ”While security tries to handle this potential blow up, we’re going to go backstage for a moment folks.”

HARTMAN: ”Inmate, are you willing to answer a few questions about tonight’s match?”
INMATE 31: ”Tonight, there will be no match. Tonight, there will be no clear winner. For tonight, there will be tears falling out of those watching around the world. The fans will cry their little eyes out because some of their favorites became another victim of their own stupidity. Tonight, there will be those who get the rude awakening they have been hiding from. No, tonight Gabriel, it will not be a match. It will be a massacre. A massacre with only one survivor.”
HARTMAN: ”What are you talking about Inmate? Tonight, there will be a clear winner. It will be the last man standing and that person will get a shot at the Pride Championship.”
INMATE 31: ”Are you counting me out Gabriel? Are you suggesting that Inmate 31 doesn’t care about challenging for a championship? I tried to warn everyone. Weeks leading up to this night, I have tried everything in my power to teach my opponents about playing with the caged animal. I guess they didn’t heed my warnings. Now, they will become victims to their own false securities. Fear as a funny way of sneaking up on everyone. I can smell it. It’s like a sweet nectar. This night shall be my time to shine. I wish everyone the best of “luck.” Because they will have an unwanted guest crashing their dream party.”
HARTMAN: ”Who will that be?”
INMATE 31: ”THE PSYCHO COMETH”

DIRTY DEVIL: ”What do you think.. Stripes or should I go old school?”
VALENCIA: ”Hmmm.. I have to go with stripes.. What do you want?”
HARTMAN: ”Excuse me could I get a word with you..?”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”Gabe! Buddy, pal, you want to get a word with The Dirty Devil don’t ya?”
HARTMAN: ”Well yes, but first let me get straight to the point. Are those real?”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”What? Of course these shirts are real, I’m the special guest referee tonight. That’s what you are asking about right?”
HARTMAN: ”Oh, of course I’m going to ask about that as well.. Just, are THOSE real?”
VALENCIA: ”I can assure you they are one hundred percent real!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey, they pay me to ask the tough questions..”
HARTMAN: ”Everyone has been wondering if you plan on calling this down the middle.. Over the past few weeks you have had some run in’s with both Jason Cashe & The 4CW Champion Jair Hopkins.”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”Kris Young made me the special referee in this match because he knew that I am a humble individual who will overlook his own personal grudges to make sure this match is called down the middle. I mean, who else would be able to control the chaos that is no doubt going to ensue? Not just any normal referee, they needed to find a man with honor & integrity.. What is so funny? Why are you two laughing?”
HARTMAN: ”Guess they had to settle for you then?”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
HARTMAN: ”Do you truly believe that you can call this match without letting the events of the past few weeks cloud your judgment?”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”Listen Gabe, I will be completely honest with you.. Because that’s the kind of guy I am. I have the best seat in the house to watch these two beat the shit out of each other. Not going to lie, I will no doubt enjoy seeing these two whip each other with that leather straps. I am going to smile from ear to ear every time I hear one of them scream or let out a yell or one of them gritting their teeth because of the pain. And it is a funny thing how they have both stuck their nose in my business in the past few weeks yet I am the one who is going to be holding their fate in my hands.”
HARTMAN: ”Well I guess the only thing left to ask is.. Do you have any words for Jair Hopkins or Jason Cashe?”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”Gentlemen.. May the best man win..”
DIRTY DEVIL: ”And Stay Dirty..”

EXTREME PARKING LOT TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS. DAKOTA SMITH VS. LORD RAAB
JOHNSON:” This is going to be something interesting to say the least, folks. We are about to take you live to the back area to witness the first parking lot match in our history, I don’t know what to expect, but with three that are involved it’s going to be unexpected no matter what.”
VASSA:” That’s an understatement, Griffin Hawkins, Dakota Smith and Lord Raab. All three of them have to be on the short list of next shot at the Extreme Title and all three of them are willing to go as far as possible to get that shot.”
JOHNSON:” I am told it’s already started! We take you to the back now!”
VASSA:” I hope they’ve got good insurance! Who drives a car like that anyways?”
JOHNSON:” Isn’t that your Jetta?”
VASSA:” Uh… no. Wait, crap.”
JOHNSON:” Yep, a blue Jetta. “
VASSA:” It’s a rental! It’s all they had left!”
JOHNSON:” That’s not good for your rental at all. Why didn’t you lock it?”
VASSA:” I thought I did, I swear I did! Oh this is going to suck.”
JOHNSON:” We have still not seen Griffin Hawkins in this match, maybe he doesn’t know these two have started!”
VASSA:” Maybe he wants no part of these two monsters.”
SMITH: At least you showed, unlike Hawkins. I knew that little maggot wouldn’t have the guts to show up.”
“CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!”
…the back fender slams into the side of the blue Jetta! Pieces go flying everywhere, not much damage done to the sturdy pick-up truck, but the Jetta’s crumpled. Out from the bed of the truck a shovel and a couple of other things fall out as well, but there seems to be a lot more in the bed.
VASSA:” Oh no! My rental!”
JOHNSON:” Yikes! “
VASSA:” How am I going to explain that?”
JOHNSON:” I don’t know, Vinny. I don’t know. But, Griffin Hawkins making a heck of an entrance into this match!!”
“SMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!”
..with a shot strong enough that it causes the kendo stick to snap in half. Smith drops like a rock and Griffin quickly goes for the pin attempt. Out of nowhere, a referee slides in and begins to slap the concrete.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE… NO!!!
JOHNSON:” There’s Raab!! Raab with a stomp across the back of Griffin Hawkins and he breaks up the pin attempt there. “
VASSA:” Yeah, Hertz? Yes. I’ll hold.”
JOHNSON:” Are you on the phone?”
VASSA:” I’m on hold.”
JOHNSON:” Raab’s going to put him through that car!”
VASSA:” See, at least that’s not mine. I’m fine with that.”
“SMMMMMMMACK!”
…and connects right across the back of Griffin Hawkins. Smith’s got blood trickling down his face from the shots from the kendo stick, but that only seems to be driving him a little bit more here as he waits until Hawkins pulls himself off of the windshield of the Lincoln. Smith winds up again and this time…
“SMMMMMMMMACK!”
…dents the steel chair over the head of Griffin Hawkins!! Hawkins goes limp and slides off of the hood onto the ground in front of the ground from the impact of that shot. Smith doesn’t waste time going for a pinfall, instead he turns his attention back towards Lord Raab who is able to catch Smith in the face with a double kick from ontop of the car into the chair!! Raab slides down off of the car and begins to hammer away at Smith. Smith stumbles backwards and backs into a red Ford F150, doing so sets off the car alarm.
JOHNSON:” Well at least someone set their alarm.”
VASSA:” I have a feeling that they’re not about to walk down there and check out what’s wrong.”
VASSA:” I haven’t seen this much choking since Villanova!”
JOHNSON:” There are no rules, there is no reason for anyone to break their choke hold right now! “
“SMMMMMMMMMACK!”
…connects with a German suplex right onto the concrete!! Raab holds the bridge for the pin as the referee once again appears to make the three count here.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…
JOHNSON:” No!! Dakota Smith breaks up the pinning attempt there by Lord Raab. Raab connecting with the Killerpin, and he probably had Hawkins, but Dakota Smith keeps this match going.”
VASSA:” Look at the blood on his shirt, that’s coming from the man’s neck. Yet, he wants this match to continue? Insane.”
JOHNSON:” I wouldn’t say any of these three are in their right mind. They agreed to this match in the first place.”
“CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH”
…double suplexing him across the hood of a car!
JOHNSON:” Oh my!! Right onto the hood of that car! His back has got to be twisted and broken after that double suplex. “
VASSA:” These three are willing to go above and beyond, they all sniff the title match, they all want to be the next Extreme champion.”
“CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSSHING!!”
…crashing down onto Raab and the hood of the car with a swanton bomb!!
JOHNSON:” HOLY DIVER!! HOLY DIVER ONTO THE HOOD OF THAT CAR!!”
VASSA:” Hawkins can’t make the cover, he slipped off! Raab’s done for, but Hawkins can’t take advantage of that insane move.”
JOHNSON:” In all my years… I have never seen that before in my life!! “
ONE
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TWO
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“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!”
JOHNSON:” What the he–“
VASSA:” Did someone miss their ride to the airport or something?”
JOHNSON:” Can we get some word as to what exactly is going on right now? There’s a bus interrupting this match. I never thought I would say those words in my life.”
VASSA:” And who says public transportation is unreliable.”
JOHNSON:” The champion making an impact here tonight!”
VASSA:” That’s one hell of a party bus!”
JOHNSON:” Uh? I think that’s the end there? I don’t know what to say, Vinny.”
VASSA:” I’m still on hold with the rental company.”
JOHNSON:” It looks as if the Extreme champion, Nathaniel Havok has brought an end to the Extreme Parking Lot Match by driving a bus through it. “

JOHNSON: “And there’s one of the favorites to win the Pride Championship #1 Contender Elimination Rumble.”
VASSA: “Say what? Did you say something, Steve?”
JOHNSON: “Quit gawking at Alexis, Vinny! She’s spoken for!”
VASSA: “I hear Perry and Khris are considering offering her a job with the company. Imagine having Alexis Calloway representing 4CW? Talk about the publicity!”
JOHNSON: “Fans, we didn’t hear too much from Xandor Kalel the past couple weeks but when he did speak it was poignant and powerful. The loss of his friend’s baby girl this past week really shook him up. But I still have to believe that he’s the one to watch for in the Elimination Rumble.”
FEMALE VOICE: “MYA! COME BACK HERE!”
CALLOWAY: “Are you ok, honey?”
LITTLE GIRL: “Wow! It’s Xandor Kalel!”
CALLOWAY: “Isn’t she adorable, babe?”
KALEL: “Umm…Lex? Some help here.”
KALEL: “Ok, enough with the hugging.”
CALLOWAY: “What’s your name, hun?”
LITTLE GIRL: “Mya.”
CALLOWAY: “Where’s your momma, Mya?”
CALLOWAY: “Is your daddy here too?”
MYA: “He’s my daddy!”
KALEL: “I can’t be your daddy, little girl. What did you say your name was?”
MYA: “Mya. Mya Benedict…Kalel! And you’re my daddy.”
CALLOWAY/KALEL: “Daniella…”
CALLOWAY: “Baby, focus on my eyes. It’s more of her mind games.”
CALLOWAY: “We’ll get to the bottom of this. I promise. We’ll get Amanda on it. But right now, I need you to channel all your feelings into the Rumble. All your confusion; all your pain; all your rage. Funnel them into this moment and when you hear the bell to start the match, let it go. Understand?”
VASSA: “Holy smokes! The Patron Saint isn’t so holy after all! He’s got an illegitimate kid!”
JOHNSON: “You don’t believe this five year old, do you?”
VASSA: “From the mouth of babes, Steve-o. It’s in the Bible.”
JOHNSON: “So now you’re a bible scholar?”
VASSA: “The truth will set you free.”

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sydney Ashford and Everett The Nerd, collectively known as the FILM ADDICTS.”
ASHFORD: ”What up everyone? It has been a really long time since my Uncle and I have stepped inside this ring. Even though we are not on the active roster, my uncle and I have worked out a deal with Perry Wallace to come out here every now and then to give out personal insights into some matches on the card.
When I first saw tonight’s card on the 4 Corners Wrestling website, I was like this is something many others wished they could do on a regular basis. I mean the ratings have been through the roof. My uncle just couldn’t figure out how the ratings spiked so high. I know how but didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”
EVERETT: ”According to my calculations, tonight’s show will go completely off the charts. I mean there will be no number to describe how massive of a ratings spike it will bring. The world is talking about 4 Corners Wrestling and the Film Addicts are proud to be part of the non active roster. My anxiety is calm. My fears have resolved themselves and my injuries have all healed.”
ASHFORD: ”The lights flickering once sometimes mean a power outage is possibly coming. Now that they flicker again, it can mean only one thing. Someone in the back isn’t happy to see us back. Unlike my uncle, I have no problem whipping some ass. So I am giving you at least 10 seconds to show yourself or find a new fucking hobby.”
ASHFORD: ”Five, Six, Sev…..”
MYSTERIOUS VOICE: ”FILM ADDICTS, YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY.”
VASSA: ”Guilty!? Guilty of what? Being fans of this sport.”
JOHNSON: ”I smell Inmate 31 being behind it.”
Everett starts taking off his suit jacket as the crowd begins to stir. Shamrock stops at the bottom of the ramp and is handed a microphone.
SHAMROCK: ”The end of days have come for you two. The voices have spoken and they have found you guilty.”
ASHFORD: ”Guilty for what? I don’t remember being on trial. Please explain to me how these voices can proclaim us to be guilty.”
SHAMROCK: ”The voices know more than anyone here. They know how far one man will go to get a title shot. They also know that it takes incredible guts to appear on a show that is clearly being taken over by the FRAGILE MINDS movement. Like we said, you have been found guilty.”
ASHFORD: ”If we are so guilty then what is our punishment.”
SHAMROCK: ”THIS”
Everett is frantically pacing inside the ring as the woman measures him. She grips the top rope as Shamrock steps down. Everett stops pacing as the song suddenly stops. The woman springs off the top rope and catches a turning Everett with a flying forearm smash. The flat part of her forearm slams right onto Everett’s head as he stumbles back a bit. The woman quickly gets back up to her feet, Everett shakes off the effects a bit when the woman leaps into the air before connecting with a beautiful dropkick.
VASSA: ”Who is this woman? Why is she attacking Everett?”
JOHNSON: ”I’m telling you. Inmate 31 has to be behind this.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think so. His song chimed through the speakers but he didn’t even show.”
VASSA: ”Holy shit, that shot didn’t even phase this chick.”
JOHNSON: ”Sydney just needs to get her uncle and leave. This will do nothing for her career later on in life.”
INMATE 31: ”Well, look what we got right here. We have the two nobodies stinking up my world. Did anyone tell you two that this place is being stalked? Sure, Perry Wallace won’t accept it because deep down the man loves a good ole beatdown. Just like all of these pathetic people. Why am I out here? That is probably what you are wondering isn’t it. Why is the Man of Fear standing in this ring instead of preparing for the biggest match in his life? The answer is simple.
I smelt fear and what does the Man of Fear feed on to stay alive. He feeds on fear. So I thought to myself, I need an appetizer to get me through the night before I feast on the main course. Tonight, the man of fear goes on a feeding frenzy and it all starts with the two of you.”
JOHNSON: ”What a bastard?”
VASSA: ”FEAR DOT COM…man, Inmate nearly broke Everett in half.”
Vassa and Johnson are screaming in their headsets as Everett notices his niece is out cold. He slowly tries to get up to his feet while holding his stomach. Inmate 31 looks at him before toe kicking him into gut. Inmate then puts Everett in a front facelock before lifting him up into the air. Inmate twists Everett in the air before dropping down with a diamond cutter like move. Inmate is lying on his stomach while holding the microphone in his hand.
INMATE 31: ”The Psycho Cometh”

KIRSTA:”What are you doing here? I thought I told you back at the hotel that I wanted to do this one alone.”
INSATIABLE: “I know you did but this is a big match for you and I wanted to be here to support you. After you left, I thought about it and just knew that I needed to be here.”
KIRSTA:“Don’t you mean you wanted to be here to keep an eye on me so you could report back to the crew back home?”
INSATIABLE: “I know that’s what you think we were all doing back home, watching you and all but that really wasn’t what we were doing. It was Mark’s idea to watch you as he was. Me and Jackie just wanted you to join in. We could have had so much fun catching up with old friends.”
KIRSTA:“You really think I’m that damn stupid? I knew from the moment you announced them coming what was going on. You needed backup to make some case against me about how I’m not in my right mind or that I’m not Kirsta at all. I’m sick of it, sick of all of it. It just really needs to stop or.. Or I’ll be forced to just have you leave. I’m tired of walking on eggshells for fear that you’ll read something different into my actions. Violet is gone and she’s not coming back. Can’t you get that through your head?”
INSATIABLE:“I’m sorry, it’s just that I worry about you and know the triggers that can start an episode. You’ve got a lot going on right now.”
KIRSTA: “Damn right I do and with you and your dumb ass ideas it’s taking the time I could devote to preparing for this match away. I need to focus on this match and all seven people involved.”
KIRSTA: “And what is that god awful noise?”
INSATIABLE: “Oh about that, I was meaning to get to that…”
HARTMAN: “Everything cleared?”
KIRSTA: “Cleared? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
KIRSTA: “You got a hand in this? I don’t do interviews and you know that so what’s going on?”
INSATIABLE: “Just thought it might be a good idea since no one spoke to you yet and gives you a chance to speak on your match.”
KIRSTA: “Your thinking process has always been questionable.”
KIRSTA: “What do you want Hartman? Make it quick as I haven’t got time for you. Consider yourself lucky I don’t just toss you out on your ass.”
HARTMAN: “Well firstly let me be the first one to officially welcome you to 4CW. You’ve definitely been on a roll since you got here, only losing once. You’ve got a big opportunity tonight when you step in that ring with seven others, all hoping to walk out the winner. Some say that your one of the favorites to win it while others say you have zero chance.”
KIRSTA: “I could give a rat’s ass about what people think or what they’re saying. I just DGAF and if that’s hard to figure out what I just said then that’s your problem. Truth is and I’ve said it all along I don’t care about being number one contender to the Pride Championship. What I care about is being the last one standing and conquered doing what people say that I won’t. Many will fall at my hands just like I said they would. I’m not saying anyone is beneath me because they aren’t it’s just that I’m better than them and tonight in a few minutes I totally intend on proving that to them. To win everyone else has to have been thrown over that top rope to be eliminated. I just have to use my street smarts and make sure that it isn’t me no matter how I do it. Now if you don’t mind I have a few things that I need to attend to. I’m sure you can see you way out and take your goons with ya.”
HARTMAN: “If you don’t mind me asking. I think there is a much bigger story here. I couldn’t help but overhear that you have been dealing with some mental disturbances lately. You care to elaborate on them?”
KIRSTA: “No! but I can elaborate on how I could rip you from limb to limb and shove that camera up your ass if you ever repeat a word that you heard, YOU GOT IT?”

BIOHAZARD VS. BLACK LISTED
POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall! ”
POWERS: ”Introducing first, and debuting for 4 Corners Wrestling…James Donovan and Valkyrie…Biohazard!!!”
The lights start to switch to a dark red hue as “Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B hits as the familiar beats draw cheers from the crowd. Out from the back first comes the bubbly and fun Demi Griffin with a big smile on her face as she stops to shake her booty to the beat a few times before making her way to the ring. Not far behind her coming through the curtain as his sister has already made it half down the ramp is the imposing RPG, Royce Griffin standing looking out at the crowd.
POWERS: ”And their opponents!!!”
POWERS: ”They are the Four Corners Wrestling Tag Team Champions! Demi and Royce Griffin…Blacklisted!!!”
VASSA: ”The champs are in the house…”
JOHNSON: ”And so are the challengers in this non-title match-up..”
VASSA: ”You can cut the tension with a knife!”
JOHNSON: ”We are going to be right around the corner from the intersection of pins and needles for the duration of this one!!!”
DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: ”And we are underway!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s going on in the ring?”
VASSA: ”They are wasting no time and pulling no punches!”
JOHNSON: ”One team is looking to prove that they belong here in Four Corners, while the other team is is set on reminding everyone, especially Biohazard that they are the Champs, and why…”
VASSA: ”Donovan is in hostile territory now in Blacklisted’s corner….”
JOHNSON: ”After being staggered by ‘NY’s Finest’…”
VASSA: ”The Drop!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Demi with a lateral press! She has the far leg hooked!!!”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Allfather Drop!”
JOHNSON: ”Valkyrie hooks the inside leg!”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Freyja’s Justice!”
VASSA: ”This one is over!!!”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”What?!?”
JOHNSON: ”Demi Griffin showing an amazing amount of toughness kicking out of that brutal Sitout Gutwrench Piledriver!”
JOHNSON: ”You have GOT to be shitting me!!!”
VASSA: ”James Donovan ain’t having fun…til somebody’s dialing 911!!!”
VASSA: ”The Dentist!”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin might have to be ‘The Mortician’ to finish off Donovan!”
VASSA: ”Griffin with a pinning combination…”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”I don’t believe it!”
VASSA: ”The diving knee didn’t work and Griffin says: ‘No Problem’!”
JOHNSON: ”I think I see one…”
VASSA: ”JXD was just decapitated!”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin hit the RG Knee!!!”
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Blackout!!!”
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”Impressive debut by Biohazard..but Black Listed has done it one more again!!!.”
POWERS: ”And here are your winners…BLACK LISTED!!! ”

HARTMAN: “So Shane Borderland, glad to have you back in 4CW.”
BORDERLAND: “Who the hell are you?”
HARTMAN:“Why I really don’t believe we have been introduced yet. I am Gabriel Hartman, 4CW’s backstage reporter.”
HARTMAN: “I was wondering if I could get some words from you before your match?”
BORDERLAND: “Listen Gabe, We have all said our word this week. There are seven other superstars that say that they all deserve this chance, they deserve to be number one contender for the Pride Championship. In all honesty, I believe that I am the only one that needs to be number one contender.”
HARTMAN: “Why do you think that Shane? There is so much talent in this battle royal, why say you are the only one that deserves a chance like this?”
BORDERLAND: “Easy Gabe. I have said it before, I was the only one that really gave Porter a run for his money. Sure Sativa and Ramona both went for it after my leave, but neither of them got as close as I did. Porter knows that I will give him the best and nothing but the best.”
HARTMAN: “I am sure you will. But I do believe the others will do the same.”
BORDERLAND: “It’s more than just winning the number one contender spot Gabe, at least it is for me. I want my revenge on Porter. He beat me over and over and now it’s time for a little pay back. I know how Porter thinks, I know how he rolls, only this time I will be prepared for anything he throws my way.”
HARTMAN: “Well what about your opponents tonight though? Little early to talk about Porter don’t you think?”
BORDERLAND: “I will talk about anyone I damn well please Gabe. Frankly this war we are fixing to have isn’t going to solve a damn thing. If somehow I don’t walk out as number one contender, I will still put my nose where it doesn’t belong and make the number one contender a nervous wreck. Like I said, it’s more about winning to me right now, it’s about getting that sweet redemption on him for what he did to me. It would also be nice to take that strap right off his waist while I am doing that. I know that the other seven contestants want this match to go good for them also. But right now it would take a damn miracle for me to get thrown out of that ring. I may only weigh 243lbs Gabe, but to my opponents tonight, I will weigh a damn ton! After I throw one superstar over the rope, then another, and another. Porter will realize he needs to shine that title up real nice for me, because it’s about to come home!”

INMATE 31: ”CLICK…….”
INMATE 31: ”DOOMSDAY”

PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER MATCH
8 PERSON OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
NIOBE MARTIN VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. AIDAN CARLISLE VS. INMATE 31 VS. SHANE BORDERLAND VS. XANDOR KALEL VS. KIRSTA LEWIS VS. ROXI JOHNSON
JOHNSON: ”And here we are, the eight person over the top rope elimination rumble where the winner will become the number one contender for the 4CW Pride Championship.”
VASSA: ”We have eight wrestlers who are all hungry for the opportunity to challenge Flipp for the championship at South Beach Brawl.”
JOHNSON: ”Like always, the rules for these types of matches change from show to show.”
VASSA: ”I swear, I wish management would get on the same page and learn to book a consistent match!”
JOHNSON: ”To start things off, four wrestlers will enter the ring. Then after the sound of the bell, one of the other remaining four will enter after three minutes have passed. One by one, every two minutes, we will fill the ring until everyone has made their way into the match.”
VASSA: ”So basically you’re telling us that this match is going to fill up quickly and turn into complete chaos after 8 minutes?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s exactly right, Vinny. The only way people can be eliminated is if they’re tossed to the outside over the top ropes.”
VASSA: ”Sounds pretty simple to me. Let’s quit wasting Mike’s time and let him get to introducing the wrestlers.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
“NIGHTMARE!”
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring tonight from Dublin, Ireland… Seamus O’CONNOR!!!”
Force fed pass down
Time release… ”
Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of her theme song fill the theater, pumping her fist in the air as she stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights. She smiles from ear to ear as the cheers from the crowd get her revved up for the impending match.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Rochester, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is “The Hardcore Queen”, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”
On everything you did, you said,
You lit the fuse inside my head ”
She races down the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Her own excitement is palpable as she hops up onto the middle rope, subtly bouncing it in the rhythm of the music.
“Thank you for reminding me
Of why I’m sick inside
Thank you for the venom, did
You think it would paralyze?
These scars I scratch, I tear
Are there under my skin
Where you’ve always been
Thank you for reminding me,
To sin with a grin ”
The cheers turn near-deafening as she kisses her middle and index fingers, thrusting them into the air in her trademark salute to her fans.
WARDEN: “Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring from Gotham City mainly Arkham Asylum, he weighs two hundred fifty six pounds and he stands Six feet Six inches tall. He is the “Monster of Fear”, please welcome Inmate 31.”
JOHNSON: ”Well there’s our starting four in this rumble to determine who will challenge Lo’Renzo Porter for the 4CW Pride championship.”
VASSA: ”These four alone are going to make this one hell of a match. I can’t even imagine how things are going to be once the other four make their way into the ring.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be Hell, that’s all I can guess.”
VASSA: ”This should be fun!”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the chime echoes throughout the theater, all four wrestlers take off from their corners and collide in the center of the ring in a cluster of punches and kicks. Niobe connects with an uppercut to the bottom of Seamus’s chin, knocking him out of the pack. She then lunges forward and connects with stiff jab to the nose, knocking him into the corner. Before Seamus can even get settled, Niobe unloads with a series of body blows, attacking his stomach and rib cage. She then takes a step back and then comes forward, driving her elbow into Seamus’s face, knocking his head back into the turnbuckle.
Meanwhile, Inmate has Aidan on the mat, standing over her and swinging with a fury of lefts and rights, connecting one after the other to the sides of her head. He then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet but before he knows it, Aidan swats away his arms and pushes him away, creating space between the two. She then kicks him in the stomach and as he bends over from the blow, she wraps her arms around his head and flips him over to his back with a snapmare. Aidan then crawls on top of him and mounts herself over his body. She then fires away with punches, beating Inmate’s face left and right.
Back in the corner, Niobe continues to work the body of Seamus with stinging punches and kicks. She then turns him around and grabs him by the head with both hands. Holding on tightly, she slams his head forward, face first into the top of the turnbuckle. Stunning Seamus, Niobe pulls his head back and slams it forward again, and again. She then wraps her arm around his head and steps onto the middle rope and pushes herself off. With Seamus’s head locked within her arm, she turns his body and pulls it across the ring, driving his head into the canvas with a bulldog.
VASSA: ”Right from the sound of the bell, the ladies have taken control of this match.”
JOHNSON: ”Indeed they have, Vinny. These guys better step up or this is going to end badly.”
VASSA: ”I’m all for women’s rights but in a match like this, you just have to throw that aside and lay whoever out that is standing in front of you.”
JOHNSON: ”Well maybe the guys can get control of this match because we’re about to upset the balance.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!
He then enters the ring and rushes over to Aidan who is still on top of Inmate, doing a number on his face with brutal punches. Aidan looks up and pushes herself away, anticipating an attack. A brief moment goes by as the two lock eyes but is shortly interrupted as Borderland reaches down and grabs Inmate by the head. Pulling Inmate to his feet, Borderland turns him around and holds his arms behind his back. Aidan then swings forward with a right and knocks the breath out of Inmate as her fist collides with his stomach. Borderland then lifts Inmate off his feet and slams him down to the canvas with a thud.
As he Borderland steps back from Inmate, Niobe runs into the picture and slams her forearm across the top of his back. Shane stumbles forward and crashes into Aidan and the two fall to the canvas. Niobe then rushes to the pile and begins kicking both of them. She then turns her attention to Inmate and lifts him up from the canvas. She then goes to lift him up into the air for a vertical suplex but Inmate hooks her leg with his and maintains his footing on the mat. Inmate then throws a punch to her kidney and then lifts her up and drops her to her back with a suplex of his own. Popping up to his feet, Inmate stalks Niobe, slowly creeping in on her.
Out of nowhere, Borderland grabs Inmate by the back of the head and walks him to the corner. As the two get close, Inmate throws an elbow into Shane’s stomach and breaks his hold. Inmate then grabs him and slams his back into the corner against the turnbuckle. Inmate unloads with a series of punches to Shane and then grabs the middle ropes with both hands. He then drives his shoulder in to Shane’s stomach over and over, knocking the breath out of him with each blow. Shane’s legs begin to give out on him but before he can fall down, Inmate lifts him up and flips him over his head with a fallaway slam.
Across the ring, Niobe and Aidan are exchanging punches. Seamus then runs towards them and knocks them both to the mat with a double clothesline.
The opening guitar stanzas of Steve Stern’s “Soul of a Man” begins to play.
Won’t somebody tell me, answer if you can
I want someone to tell me, what is the soul of a man?
A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and a tall hooded figure dressed in black and red stands at the top of the ramp with his head slightly lowered. He stands there motionless as smoke begins to rise from below the ramp and the crowd gives him a mixed pop.
I’m going to ask a question, answer if you can
Will anyone here tell me, what is the soul of a man?
When the orchestra breaks in again, the hooded figure raises his head and begins a slow ominous trek to ringside as the spotlight follows him.
I want someone to tell me, answer if you can
I want someone to tell me, what is the soul of a man?
POWERS:“From the ‘City of Angels,’ Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds…he is the “Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling” he is………. XANDOR KALLLLLEEEEELLLLL!”
Getting back to their feet, Niobe and Aidan stare at one another for a moment before locking up. Niobe takes charge and pushes her across the ring to the ropes. Once Aidan feels the ropes on her back, she leans against them and then uses them for leverage as she overpowers Niobe and pulls her head down, applying a side headlock. Aidan then flips her over to the mat with a hip toss and keeps the headlock engaged. She then unloads with multiple punches with her free hand to the top of Niobe’s head.
VASSA: ”We have six bodies in the ring now and action all happening all over the place!”
JOHNSON: ”Right now things are even and we’re seeing three pairs of wrestlers go at it. Surprisingly, no one is even trying to make an elimination.”
VASSA: ”Don’t speak too soon, Steve! Inmate is making a move on Borderland!”
Across the ring, Xandor continues to do a number on Seamus with brutal body blows. He then lifts Seamus up from the canvas and locks his arm around his head. Xandor then pulls back and goes for a DDT but gets stopped as Seamus plants his feet into the mat and pushes upward. Wrapping his arms around Xandor’s waist, Seamus lifts him up from the mat and takes a few steps across the ring before driving his back into the canvas with a spinebuster. Seamus then climbs on top of Xandor and connects with an elbow strike right between the eyes. He then turns Xandor over and presses his face against the mat and drags it back and forth with a face to mat burn. Seamus then unloads with a pair of forearm blows to the back of Xandor’s head.
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.
POWERS: ”And the opponent from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, “The Hellcat”, Kirsta LEWIS!!!”
Once up, Kirsta then turns to Niobe and slaps her across the cheek. Niobe’s head swings to the side but only momentarily before she swings back and connects with a slap of her own. The two ladies then stare at each other for a moment before lunging forward at one another. They both grab handfuls of hair and try to rip it from the others skull. After a short struggle, Niobe throws Kirsta to the canvas but gets pulled on top as Kirsta doesn’t release her grip. The two ladies then roll around the ring in a catfight.
On the other side of the ring, Borderland has Inmate up to his feet. He unloads with three punches to the top of Inmate’s head before grabbing his arm. Borderland then goes to throw Inmate to the ropes but Inmate reverses it and sends Shane running to them full speed. Borderland hits the ropes hard and comes back with momentum only to get taken off his feet as Inmate tries to behead him with a vicious big boot. Inmate then paces around him for a moment before going on the attack with stomps to Shane’s knees. He then grabs Shane by the head and pulls him up to his feet and hits him right in the chops with a European uppercut that rattles his head. Borderland stumbles back a couple of steps but doesn’t get too far before Inmate grabs his arm and pulls him back in. Inmate then lifts him up with a pump handle and drops him across his knee with a shoulder breaker.
Meanwhile, Seamus has Xandor’s head clinched between both hands. He then pulls it in while driving his forward and connecting with a headbutt. Xandor goes down to one knee but before he can even catch his breath, Seamus pulls him back up and slams him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Before Seamus can continue the assault, Aidan sneaks up from behind with a running knee strike to his lower back. Seamus falls forward and goes down to his knees in a world of pain. Aidan then runs to the ropes in front of him and comes back with a sliding clothesline, knocking him to his back.
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!!!”
Roxi then locks her eyes on Xandor who is slowly getting up to his feet. Once finally up, she leaps from the top rope and hits him with a missile drop kick, sending him rolling across the ring. In a fluid motion, Xandor rolls up to one knee with one hand on the canvas. He flips his head up, removing the hair out from in front of his face. He locks eyes with Roxi while pushing himself up. He then takes off towards her and swings with a vicious clothesline. Roxi ducks underneath his arm as it flies over her head and counters with an elbow to the mid-section. She then goes for a snap suplex but gets denied as Xandor uses all of his strength and pushes her away. He then lunges forward and knocks her off her feet with a short arm lariat.
VASSA: ”That’s everyone!”
JOHNSON: ”I’m shocked that no one has been eliminated before every wrestler entered the ring.”
VASSA: ”It’s crazy, right? Four of these wrestlers have been in here since the bell rang and I know they’re tired.”
JOHNSON: ”In the end it will all be worth it to whoever wins this thing. A shot at the 4CW Pride Championship is a pleasant prize for winning this thing.”
From across the ring, Niobe runs over and connects with a stinging kick to the back of Inmate’s head, sending him face first to the mat. Niobe then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet. leaning him against the ropes, Niobe opens fire with lefts and rights, connecting from every angle possible to his head. She then draws back and lunges forward for the knockout punch. Just before she makes contact, Inmate ducks the punch and as her body comes forward, he leans back up and flips her over his back. Niobe flies over the top but manages to catch the rope as her feet land on the apron. She then reaches over the top rope and gives Inmate a back rake. As her steps forward in pain, Borderland pops back up and plants both hands in his chest and pushes him backwards to the ropes. As Inmate hits the ropes, he collides with Niobe as well and sends her flying off the apron to the floor below.
NIOBE MARTIN ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”Niobe, NNOOO!!!”
JOHNSON: ”We made it this long without an elimination but it was only a matter of time before someone bit the bullet.”
VASSA: ”I hate to see Niobe get knocked out first but she was the first person to even step foot in the ring for this match up.”
Across the ring, Roxi and Seamus exchange punches near the ropes. Roxi lunges at him with a right but gets her arm caught as Seamus drags her to the ground and applies an arm bar. Trying to rip her arm from the socket, Seamus pulls at it without a care in the world. With his face vulnerable while looking up, he leave sit open for Aidan to rush in and plant her foot right between his eyes, breaking the hold. She then draws her arm back but before she can swing forward, Kirsta grabs ahold of it and turns her around. Kirsta then kicks her in the stomach and then lifts her up and plants her head into the mat with a piledriver. Not paying attention to the other two wrestlers to her side, she then jumps on top of Aidan and grabs her by the sides of her head and begins to slam her head into the mat over and over.
Meanwhile, Roxi climbs back to her feet and looks around the ring, noticing that everyone is occupied except for Seamus who is still down. She then runs to the ropes and jumps into the air, plants her feet on the middle ropes and springboards off. Flipping through the air, Roxi lands a moonsault across Seamus’s body that ignites a pop in the crowd. She then pushes herself up and walks around the ring for a moment before tuning to the corner and ascending the turnbuckle. One at the top, she patiently waits as Seamus slowly begins to climb to his feet. Once standing, Roxi leaps from the top rope and wraps her arm around his head, swinging him around and planting his head into the mat with a tornado DDT.
JOHNSON: ”This is complete madness! No matter where you look inside of the ring, there are wrestlers trying to kill one another.”
VASSA: ”A title match always lights a fire underneath peoples asses and this shot at the Pride has done exactly that!”
Across the ring, Borderland goes toe to toe with both Inmate and Xandor. Outnumbered, he takes more punches than he lands. Borderland throws a punch at Xandor in desperation but gets blocked as Xandor holds his arms up in defense. Xandor then kicks Borderland in the stomach, knocking him back a step into Inmate throwing a punch to the back of his head. Inmate then quickly moves in and drops Shane to the mat with a neckbreaker. Before he can get back up, Xandor pushes him off of Shane and begins to swing down on him with punches. Xandor then grabs him by the head with both hands and lifts him off the mat and up to his feet. With Inmate backed against the ropes, Xandor draws back his arm to take a swing forward but gets surprised as Inmate gouges his eye with a thumb.
Xandor releases him with his other hand and goes to hold his face with both but before he can, Inmate grabs him by the head and nails him with a brutal headbutt. Not letting go of his head, Inmate then turns him towards the ropes and tries to lift him up and over. Xandor fights with everything in the tank, managing to keep his footing. As the two struggle with one another, Borderland slowly gets to one knee. Looking up at the two, he shakes the effects of that neckbreaker off and bursts upward, lunging at both Inmate and Xandor. Shane splits right in between the two and hits them with a double clothesline, flipping them up and over the top rope to the floor below.
INMATE 31 ELIMINATED
XANDOR KALEL ELIMINATED
JOHNSON: ”Shane just took out two birds with one stone right there!”
VASSA: ”That’s how the others should be playing this. Even thought Shane was down, once he got up, he let the two fight by the ropes. He took advantage of the opportunity and eliminated both by catching them off guard.”
JOHNSON: ”Not everyone is so fortunate. Aside from Shane and the two on the outside of the ring now, everyone else is fighting in pairs.”
VASSA: ”Then they should mix it up!”
Before he can think of his next move, Seamus swings forward again and connects with another punch to the side of the head. Seamus then grabs Shane by the head with both hands and pulls his head down while lifting his knee up. Seamus drives his knee into Shane’s face, lifting him up from the canvas and knocking him down to his back. Borderland quickly rolls backwards and comes to his feet but as he stands, Seamus turns and runs to the ropes. With Roxi right there just getting up to one knee, she quickly takes notice and grabs the top rope while going back down to the mat. Seamus hits the ropes but with the top one lowered, he flips over and bounces off the apron before crashing to the hard floor.
SEAMUS O’CONNOR ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”Another one bites the dust!”
JOHNSON: ”That was some quick on the fly thinking by Roxi with that pulling of the ropes.”
VASSA: ”You don’t always have to physically throw people up and over the top. Use the ropes to your advantage!”
Running from the ropes, Roxi charges Aidan and knocks her to her back with a shoulder block. Aidan quickly pops back up to her feet and then shoves Roxi back a few steps. Roxi then steps forward and shoves Aidan back. The two stare at each other for a moment and then exchange a few punches. Aidan then kicks her in the stomach and flips her over to her back with a snapmare. Roxi quickly rolls over and pops back up to her feet. Before she can even get her feet settled, Aidan swings at her head with a haymaker but misses as Roxi ducks underneath. Roxi then throws an elbow in her stomach, knocking her back a step. Jumping into the air, Roxi then hits Aidan with a dropkick that sends her rolling across the ring.
Across the ring, Kirsta continues to wail on Borderland with wild punches. As she throws her last punch, Borderland catches her fist with both hands and blocks it. He then rolls her over to the side and climbs on top of her. Shane unloads with punches of his own but after landing a few, Kirsta reaches up and gouges his eyes with her thumbs. She then pushes Shane off and the two slowly start to get to their feet. Both getting up at the same time, Shane stands back, rubbing his eyes after the gouge. Kirsta then lunges forward and hits with an open hand palm across the chest, sending a loud sound piercing through the crowd.
Kirsta then grabs him by the arm and goes to throw him to the ropes. Before she can release him, Shane locks onto her wrist and reverses the throw, sending her to the ropes instead. Kirsta hits them full speed but before she can bounce back, Shane is right there greeting her with a clothesline. Kirsta flips over the top rope but holds onto it. She lands with her feet on the apron, refusing to go to the floor. Reaching across the top rope, Kirsta slaps Borderland across the cheek. He then fires back with a punch and connects with the top of her head. Kirsta holds on to the rope to keep her balance but leaves her head open as Shane swings again with another punch over the top of her head. He then swings with another and another, trying to knock her down but coming up short. Kirsta then reaches across the ropes again and grabs him by the back of the head. She then hops down from the apron, pulling Shane’s throat down across the ropes. Borderland falls backwards as Kirsta takes a step back from the ring and shakes her head in frustration.
KIRSTA LEWIS ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”What the hell? Kirsta just eliminated herself!”
JOHNSON: ”I think she just did that in the heat of the moment, trying to fend off Shane in any way possible.”
VASSA: ”She’s going to kick herself in the ass for that later.”
Roxi then stands up but as she does, Shane attacks her from behind with a forearm over the top of her back. Roxi falls down to one knee but then Shane steps in front of her and grabs her by the head. He then pulls it forward while lifting his knee and driving it into her face. Roxi falls back to the canvas and as her back hits the mat, Shane leaps into the air. Coming down with speed, he goes for an elbow drop across her chest but comes up short as Roxi rolls out of the way at the last split second. The two then slowly get to their feet while Aidan just begins to recover across the ring.
Once up, the two go at it, exchanging punches. Roxi then takes charge and gets in a groove, hitting Shane over and over before he can even throw another. Backing him against the ropes, Roxi continues the assault, beating Shane and wearing him down with each punch. Shane extends his arms and grabs onto the ropes with both hands, using them to keep himself up. Roxi then goes to finish him off and lands a hard overhead punch. Shane’s feet lift off the mat but he manages to get them back down. Roxi then throws another and another, trying to knock him over the top rope.
JOHNSON: ”Shane better do something quick because Roxi has him on the ropes!”
VASSA: ”Well aren’t you just clever!”
JOHNSON: ”I mean literally, she has him on the ropes and she’s trying to send him over to the outside.”
VASSA: ”I know what you…”
JOHNSON: ”WATCH OUT!!!”
SHANE BORDERLAND ELIMINATED
ROXI JOHNSON ELIMINATED
VASSA: ”Holy shit! Aidan caught Roxi and Shane off guard and sent them packing!”
JOHNSON: ”I did not see that coming but they should have been paying attention to Aidan.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”The winner of the elimination rumble and number one contender for the 4CW Pride Championship, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”
JOHNSON: ”With only two wins under her belt, well now three, Aidan will challenge Flipp for the championship at South Beach Brawl!”
VASSA: ”I know a lot of people in the back are thinking that she didn’t deserve to be put in this match tonight but that’s what’s so great about 4CW. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done. Even the new people are given big opportunities if they catch managements eye and Aidan took advantage of it tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”She has her work cut out for her with Flipp. I know he isn’t going to go down without a fight. Until then, she just needs to relax and enjoy the win here tonight.”
VASSA: ”I know Flipp is watching in the back. I just hope this didn’t kill his vide if you know what I mean.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t think it would. Flipp is a fighting champion and I’m sure he’s looking forward to the title defense. We’ll be right back momentarily folks.”

SULLIVAN: “Tidus talk to this man! Please!”
HOWE: “What’s going on?”
SULLIVAN: “Look! He came in here to wash his hands but he started screaming at the mirrors, calling out to Jair, telling Jair to quit laughing at him. He’s lost it and with so many others on the crazy train, you really have to wonder where Perry Wallace is scouting talent at…”
HOWE: “Let me handle this, thank you Sully. You can leave now. It’s okay, I got this!”
HOWE: “You alright buddy? Feeling okay?”
CASHE: “He was laughing at me, taunting me! I’ll get him, I’ll show him though! He hates me even though I’ve helped him rise to the occasion!? How can that be!? Without me…He’d…he’d still be floating by damnit! It’s time to kill the creation I’ve made…It’s time…Howe…It…is…time…”
HOWE: “Ok. Okay, fine it’s time. Did you take something? Were you eating out of the garbage again? Come on, look at me. Let me see your eyes!”
HOWE: “You don’t look high, pupils are normal. Listen if you’re not ready to go out there and fight we ca–“
CASHE: “Smell this…It’s been driving me crazy all night! I have to wrestle ya know?”
HOWE: “Huh? No I’m not smelling that! What’s wrong with you!?”
CASHE: “Come on, these bathrooms aren’t safe anymore. We need Lady Bedlum on the job, maybe Roxi knows where to find her…Let’s go! TO THE RING!!”

4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
LEATHER STRAP MATCH
JASON CASHE VS. JAIR HOPKINS ©
W/ SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE CONNOR GATES
VASSA: ”Alright, alright! It’s time for the main event. It’s time for the 4CW Championship to be put on the line!”
JOHNSON: ”Jason Cashe and Jair Hopkins have been at each others throats for months now and after the brutality Cashe put on display two weeks ago, he finally gets his rematch.”
VASSA: ”That was disgusting but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Cashe.”
JOHNSON: ”This isn’t going to be any regular match either. This is going to be a leather strap match. Both men will be connected to opposite ends of a leather strap. The only way for one to win is to pin the other. Due to the strap being legal to use for a weapon, submissions will not count, such as choking.”
VASSA: ”This is going to be awesome!”
JOHNSON: ”And lets not forget. Connor Gates has been caught in the middle of this war and he will be the special guest referee for tonight’s championship bout.”
VASSA: ”Speaking of him, I think it’s about that time.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Dirtyville, California, he is “The Dirty Devil”, Connor GATES!!!”
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 before walking to the center of the ring.
JOHNSON: ”Thanks to Cashe, Gates scored a win over the champ a few weeks back. Hopkins then returned the favor two weeks ago which resulted in the match between Cashe and Gates ending in a no contest.”
VASSA: ”You can call it bad luck, or even good luck, it’s a little of both. It’s bad luck that Gates has been caught in the middle of this war but on the other hand, it’s wedged him between the two, right in the middle of the title picture.”
JOHNSON: ”Gates was on a roll before he scored a win over Hopkins but this has skyrocketed him in the rankings.”
“Coming from that H-Town
Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)
Keep a little bit of
That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)
I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)
Got Platinum round my neck so
Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out
LEGEND
I got TITLES sittin around my waist and
Dog I’m Cashin’ Out
LEGEND
I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck
While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)
LEGEND
Rolling with a broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd. He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd.
”RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! GO TIME!”
Removing his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant he drops it out to the ringside staff member on the outside as he drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing. He then turns around and locks eyes with Gates before mouthing off with a few choice words.
VASSA: ”I knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his mouth shut to Gates!”
JOHNSON: ”He does know that Gates will be the ref in this match, right?”
VASSA: ”He knows. The questions is, does he give a damn?”
JOHNSON: ”If he doesn’t want a one sided match called in Hopkins favor he probably should.”
VASSA: ”One sided? This is going to be nothing but chaos. There are basically no rules since the strap is involved so this should be a joy to watch.”
“How many start a journey, but never see the end
I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens
A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed
I sew it up needle head all I need is thread
A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader
The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”
As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back, the only thing shining was the new and shiny 4CW Championship belt around his waist as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.
POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds. He is the 4CW Champion, JJAAIIRR …. HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion
And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us
He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers
I just play the cards the way they’re dealt”
The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Unwrapping the title from around his waist, he holds it up high in the air, showing it off as the camera flashes catches every frame of movement. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring before walking to his corner and handing the belt to a member of the ringside crew on the outside.
JOHNSON: ”There he is, the 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins!”
VASSA: ”Something looks different about the champ. I can’t quite put my finger on it…”
JOHNSON: ”Could it be the missing grill over his teeth?”
VASSA: ”That’s it! How did I forget that?”
JOHNSON: ”I’m willing to bet that you paid a visit to Tommy Knox while you went backstage earlier for that “bathroom break”, or whatever you called it.”
VASSA: ”That was some straight fire!”
JOHNSON: ”Lets not forget about that bottle you have down by your feet either.”
VASSA: ”Quit judging! Lets get back to the match!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Hopkins then jumps on top of Cashe and begins to land punches left and right. Not able to fend them off, Cashe takes a small beating before Hopkins grabs the strap with both hands and holds it over Cashe’s open mouth. Pulling it tightly, Hopkins digs into the corners of Cashe’s mouth with it, pinning his head to the mat. Cashe struggles for a moment before finally pushing Hopkins off and over to the side. The two quickly rush to their feet. Up first, Cashe lunges at Hopkins with a right hook but misses as Hopkins side steps him. Hopkins then grabs the strap with both hands again and tosses it over Cashe’s head and pulls back with all of his might, dropping Cashe to his back. Hopkins then jumps into the air and comes down with an elbow drop to the center of Cashe’s dome.
JOHNSON: ”Hopkins wasn’t waiting around for the bell to ring. He decided to start the match on his time!”
VASSA: ”Cashe looks like he’s been face down in some bush with that rug burn at the corners of his mouth.”
JOHNSON: ”Come on, Vinny!”
Cashe then leaps into the air and comes down on top of Hopkins and begins unloading with a fury of striking elbows to the head. Hopkins fends them off, one after the other and manages to catch the last one thrown. He then turns Cashe and rolls over, knocking him off and freeing himself. The two race to get to their feet. Once up, Cashe slaps Hopkins across the face with one hand and then draws back the other connected to the strap. Before he pulls it back far enough to swing with power, Hopkins jerks the strap and pulls his arm down. He then swings and connects with a backhand chop across Cashe’s chest that sends a loud sharp sound piercing through the cheers of the crowd. Hopkins then steps in and lifts Cashe up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and then hits him with a Samoan drop in the center of the ring.
VASSA: ”Whoa! They rattled ring a bit with that move.”
JOHNSON: ”This is going to be a tough match up for both men because that strap is going to keep things close. It’s going to be hard to create separation or even get a fresh breath.”
Cashe then unclenches his teeth from Hopkins shoulder and pulls his head back. In a split second, Hopkins throws an elbow back and connects to the bridge of Cashe’s nose, Cashe steps back as his eyes slightly water from the hit. Rubbing his nose, he takes his focus off of Hopkins for a brief moment but pays the price as Hopkins spins around and knocks him to his back with a lariat. Hopkins then goes to work on Cashe’s mid-section with rapid kicks to the ribs. He then reaches down and grabs Cashe by his messy hair and drags him up to his feet. With a handful of hair in one hand, Hopkins fires away with a punch from his other hand, crushing the side of Cashe’s jaw. Hopkins throws another and lands it even harder then before. He then grabs Cashe by the beard with both hands and throws him to the mat, flipping him over to his back.
Hopkins then jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across Cashe’s throat. With his head pinned to the mat, Cashe’s feet shoot up into the air from the impact. Hopkins then rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up while Cashe fights for fresh air. Looking over the electric crowd, Hopkins nods, knowing that the fans are loving every second of it. He then turns back to Cashe and grabs him by the arm, pulling him up. Hopkins then pulls him in close by the arm and drives his knee into Cashe’s stomach. He then spins Cashe around and locks in a full nelson. Cashe struggles to break free but doesn’t as Hopkins pulls back, barely lifting his feet from the mat. After a few moments pass, Hopkins then falls forward and drives Cashe’s face into the mat with a front face slam.
JOHNSON: ”If Cashe’s face wasn’t ugly enough, Jair’s going to make sure it is by the end of this match.”
VASSA: ”Good luck with that because Cashe is one tough son of a bitch!”
JOHNSON: ”Oh wait a second!”
Cashe then unloads with multiple punches to Hopkins head right there at his feet. The punches then turn into gorilla styled clubs connecting with Hopkins face over and over. Cashe then pops up, jumps into the air and comes down with a head butt right between Hopkins eyes. With both taking damage from the head butt, they roll their separate ways. Cashe begins to get up first as Hopkins rests, looking up at the theater ceiling. Cashe then lifts him up to a sitting position and kneels beside him. He then wraps his arm around Hopkins head and applies a side headlock. After cranking down for a few moments, Cashe then gives Hopkins a noogie. Hopkins arms wave around before he manages to push Cashe off. Cashe then stands up but notices Hopkins placing his hand back on the mat. Taking advantage of the situation, Cashe then stomps on his finger tips.
After releasing a moan in pain, Hopkins leans over, holding his hand in pain. Cashe then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet. Cashe then drags him over to the corner and slams him against the turnbuckle. As he holds himself up with the ropes, Cashe fires away with a hard punch to the stomach, knocking the breath from him. Cashe then grabs the top ropes with both hands and pulls himself in, driving his knee into Hopkins crotch. As Cashe moves out of the way, Hopkins falls to his knees and then to his stomach on the canvas. Cashe then kicks him in the side a few times, rolling him over to his back. He then looks to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope. With Hopkins still down on his back, Cashe jumps from the second rope and comes down with a knee drop to his forehead.
VASSA: ”It’s not often that we see Cashe jump from the ropes but when he does, he plays it safe and doesn’t go for the big flashy moves.”
JOHNSON: ”With the rules out of the window, Cashe is hitting Hopkins with everything he can think of from biting to low blows.”
VASSA: ”He isn’t the prettiest in the ring in terms of style but he is one of the meanest.”
Hopkins slowly pushes himself up while Cashe is still on his back. Once up, he doesn’t waste any time and quickly moves in. Hopkins then jumps in the air and comes down on Cashe with a corkscrew moonsault, but manages to wrap himself with the strap in the process. After landing the move, Hopkins rolls off of Cashe and starts to untangle the strap, giving Cashe the time to regain his focus. A few moments pass while Hopkins struggles with the squirrels nest he’s created around himself with the strap. Once freed, he stands up and turns around, only to see Cashe standing across from his. Before he can react, Cashe lunges forward and connects with a hard right to the side of the head. Hopkins then fires back and connects with a punch of his own. The two then exchange punches in the center of the ring as the fans go wild.
Gates gets a little closer to the action, wanting to see these two beat the living hell out of each other up close and personal. Cashe lands a solid right to Hopkins jaw only to get hit with one himself as Hopkins fires back. Cashe then throws his hand in the air and snaps his fingers. Hopkins looks up at, leaving himself open for Cashe to stomp on his toes. Cashe then takes a step forward and swings with a power punch at Hopkins head but misses as Hopkins ducks at the last second. Following through with the punch, Cashe connects to the forehead of Gates and knocks him down to his back.
VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!! Cashe laid of Connor! He hit the ref!”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t think it was intentional though. He was clearly going for Hopkins with that punch.”
VASSA: ”I have a bad feeling about this!”
JOHNSON: ”He’s hanging the champ! He’s going to kill him!”
VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!! Cashe is trying to end this war right here and now!”
JOHNSON: ”Gates is still down. The match can’t end this way but there’s no one here to enforce the rules!”
VASSA: ”Gates it back up!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s he going to do?!?!”
VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s he doing? He’s the ref, he can’t do this!”
VASSA: ”He’s the ref. He can do anything he pleases.”
JOHNSON: ”The Devil Driver! Gates hit Cashe with The Devil Driver!”
VASSA: ”So what does this mean for the match? Cashe and Hopkins aren’t tied together anymore? The ref has laid Cashe out. This is carnage!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”I guess that’s it! Our general manager, Khris Young, has ordered Mike Powers to signal the bell.”
VASSA: ”Khris Young doesn’t looked pleased.”
JOHNSON: ”Why should he be? Every time these three are in the ring together something happens. It’s starting to become habit now.”
YOUNG: ”If it ain’t one thing then it’s another. For weeks now I’ve watched as the three of you made it a point to get in the others business. I’ll give you a little slack, Connor. You were caught in the crossfire between these two a few weeks back. That wasn’t the case tonight. I appointed you as the official for tonight’s match because I trusted that you would bring order to the ring. I must admit, I’m a little disappointed.”
VASSA: ”What’s he talking about? Cashe struck him first!”
JOHNSON: ”It wasn’t on purpose though. At least from my perspective.”
YOUNG: ”So here’s what I’m going to do. Cashe was given his rematch at the 4CW Championship tonight. He’s been given the opportunity to reclaim what was once his in a one on one environment. Well, that ship has sailed and will not be coming back at South Beach Brawl. When we head down to Miami, it will be the three of you in the ring with the 4CW Championship on the line! They wanted to drag you in the middle of this, well, here’s your chance to fight back for something a little more meaningful.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like we’re going to have a triple threat for the 4CW Championship at South Beach Brawl!”
VASSA: ”There’s your main event folks!”
YOUNG: ”What are the stipulations? I don’t have an answer for you at the moment. Maybe I’ll think of something over the break as we head down to Atlanta in two weeks. Then again, maybe it will be a straight up triple threat match. I’m not exactly certain what I want to do with the three of you.”
“What I do know is this! You and Cashe have been a thorn in each others sides for a while now. Maybe he’s jealous to see someone like yourself rising in the ranks so quickly. Then again, maybe he just doesn’t like you and chose you as a victim for his useless assaults. I don’t have the answer to why he’s locked his sights on you. I just have the power to book a match in two weeks when we head down to Atlanta, a match where the two of you can get everything off your chest and settle your differences.”
“In two weeks when we travel down to Atlanta and invade The Tabernacle, it’s going to be you and Jason Cashe locked away like rabid dogs inside of a steel cage!”
JOHNSON: ”I think we just found out what our main event is in two weeks!”
VASSA: ”We’re doing things big in Atlanta! This has been one hell of a journey for us as we slowly approach South Beach Brawl.”
JOHNSON: ”It’s also been verified that Connor Gates will be in the 4CW Championship match with Jason Cashe and the champ, Jair Hopkins!”
VASSA: ”It doesn’t get much better than that! Let me tell you, ever since we’ve started this national tour, we’ve been killing it show after show. I don’t think anyone can touch us in terms of action and entertainment!”
JOHNSON: ”My thoughts exactly! Well, that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. It’s been one heck of a night but the show must come to an end.”
VASSA: ”I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight! The adrenaline is just too much!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s been a good one but we’re signing off. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”