MARCH 25TH, 2015

Heading backstage now we have Hartman joining the Tag Team Champions, Black Listed in the backstage area the two not yet dressed to compete. But standing by with Hartman now ready for a interview.

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?”
To nobody’s surprise it is Royce that steps up to the plate to go ahead and answer.

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.”
Hartman signs them off with a quick interview. Royce and Demi walk away from the interview area holding their championships with Demi trailing a bit behind Royce still a long while before their match tonight. Walking through the back it isn’t long before they bump into Murgatroid, catching the tag team champions off guard as behind him comes Monster Mash startling Royce.

Royce sees the man known as Monster Mash and quickly zips down the hall as the much more understanding Demi Griffin is left standing there looking at the tag team duo. Forming a smile not wanting to judge a book by it’s cover she smiles and waves.

DEMI: ”Hi there.”
Monster Mash turns around to watch Royce running down the hall. He looks back at Demi standing tall over her.

MASH: ”He spaz like that often?”
MURG: ”Maybe he doesn’t like Donuts. Oh, well. More for us?”
Mash opens the small box of Krispy Kremes he had with him. Demi standing there a bit awkwardly unsure what to think of the whole situation.

MURG: ”Care for a doughnut?”
MASH: ”We couldn’t get these back at the Asylum.”
While Royce was quick to judge a book by the cover, Demi found herself standing there with these two imposing figures now instead being offered doughnuts.

DEMI: ”Um no thanks, probably won’t sit well before a match..”
Demi stood there awkwardly unsure what to think of 4CW’s newest tag team as she waved her hand at the doughnut offer.

MURG: ”Well, We got invited to a party for the new teams, we were bringing the doughnuts. You could come along.”
Mash continues to wolf down the doughnuts as Demi shakes her head again.

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!”
Demi waves as she walks away as Mash and Murg go back to their food. With Demi now handling things back with Creature Feature, Royce has now advanced further down the hall where he is looking back until he comes upon a upon door. Inside that door he finds Christine Nash, tied and chained up as Royce starts to look around shrugging about to walk in when he is met by Andrew Morrison who was apparently in the room along with Nash. RPG jumps a little bit for the second time in the hall as he smiles.

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?”
Royce takes a chance to reposition his Tag title on his shoulder as he extends a hand out with a grin on his face. Andrew Morrison glares down at Royce’s hand before looking directly into his eyes with a stern look on his face

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 points at the door, wasting little time giving the champ a piece of his mind as Royce has a small grin on his face.

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?”
Christine looks up for a moment with a smirk on her face, before Andrew looks at her. She then puts her head back down, still smirking. Andrew continues to glare at Royce.

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.”
Royce waves over at Christine who doesn’t acknowledge him Royce doing it just to get on Andrew’s nerves a bit as he steps to the side into his line of site.

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.”
Royce directs the last bit over at Christine as he turns back to Andrew now the two standing toe to toe sizing each other up. Isn’t long before Demi approaching strays Royce’s attention as Andrew does the same closing the door and heading back to Christine these two’s first meeting going about as well as might be imagined. Demi walking back over ready to talk.

DEMI: ”You are not going to believe this–“
RPG: ”Trust me, things didn’t end up great where I went either.”
The two eager to tell each other about their experiences until there walk gets even more interesting as they end up stumbling into none other than their opponents for tonights Biohazard. The two standing across from their gender equal with Royce across from James Donovan two very large men. While the difference between Valkyrie and Demi is much more significant with Valkyrie standing a full foot taller than her Demi now fully realizing the difference.

RPG: ”What up?”
Cautious after his last encounter Royce doesn’t expect the greatest of run ins as the two teams scheduled to meet later tonight now stand across from each other. The two eager members of Biohazard however, extend their hands as a mark of sportsmanship.

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.”
After two rather different runs in both Royce and Demi are more than happy to have a rather normal confrontation with the team they will meet later in the ring. The two exchange hand shakes with BioHazard each shaking the others hands.

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…”
The two teams now stand across from each other with nods back and forth, things much more low key with them. However the tension is still there as soon they’ll be in the ring exchanging blows; one looking to stay undefeated the other with a chance to take down the champs. As the champions walk past them now respect shown both ways as we head to the ring for even more tag team action.

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.”

Deep in the bowls of the Palace Theater sits Eric Lee. He is seated on the floor, a Polaroid of Kyra McKnight in his hands.

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…”
Eric turns his attention to the camera. His eyes wild and that creepy/evil grin on his face. One of those creepy giggles escapes from his frame.

LEE: ”Worship me.”


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!!!”
The building goes completely dark as static appears on the “big screen”. Dark red letters appear one by one… Z… I… O… N!!! “Lift Me Up” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to blare as the fans give a mixed reaction of loud boos and a few cheers. A blinding explosion of bright light flashes in the entrance way as smoke slowly flows out onto the stage. As the blinding light fades, “The Iconic Legacy” Alex Zion stands on the stage. A single spot light shines down on him as he lowers his sunglasses down over his nose. Zion looks out at all the fans in attendance with an arrogant smirk on his face as he slowly raises his right fist high in the air. He pushes his sunglasses back over his eyes and lowers his arm, as he slowly makes his way down to the ring.
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
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!!!”
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera “So damn first class baby”, before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

JOHNSON: “Veronica might be a little full of herself.”
VASSA: “She’s just feeling herself, Steve. Leave her alone!”
Before the bell can ring, a familiar tune hits, and out walks the General Manager, Khris Young. Young has a mic in hand as he steps out from behind the curtain. He taps it a few times before speaking.

YOUNG: “I hope everyone is ready for an explosive night here in South Carolina!!”
The crowd busts into a cheer for the cheap pop.

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.”
Zion looks intrigued.

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.”
The fans boo the roof off the place as Zion smirks.

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.”
Those in attendance erupt in more cheers as Zion squints up at Young. Zion thinks it over before nodding his head, and mouthing, “let’s do it.” A smirk breaks out across the face of Young as he heads to the back and the match begins.

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.”
Taylor rolls Zion over and stands on his back, then grabs two handfuls of hair and begins pulling back. McDade counts to four and Taylor lets go, giving McDade an ear full. Taylor grabs Zion by the hair and knees him in the face as he scoots back towards the corner. Taylor gives Zion a few stomps before putting her boot to his neck, choking him. McDade gets another four count and pulls Taylor away. Taylor mouths off to him before pushing away, only to be met by a boot to the gut from Zion. She shakes it off, comes back, and gets hit with another one. She shakes it off again, as Zion springs out of the corner and catches Taylor with a stiff european uppercut. Taylor staggers backwards as Zion dashes out of the corner and gets her to the mat with a spinning snap neck breaker.

JOHNSON: “Alex Zion has put himself right back into position to win this thing.”
VASSA: “These two are going right after one another.”
Zion makes the first cover of the evening.
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.”
Zion follows it up with a few more shoulder thrusts. Taylor crumples to the mat and crawls to the center as Zion bounces off the ropes, and goes for the Death Blow, but Taylor rolls behind Zion. She hops up, spins him around, and this time connects with the Facelift. Taylor quickly hooks the legs.

JOHNSON: “Zion is still apart of the roster with that kick out!”
Taylor pounds the mat and argues with the ref before going back to Zion. She bends over to pick him up and he rakes her in the eyes. She shakes it off and bounces off the ropes, but Zion catches her with a drop toe hold and her throat catches the middle rope. Zion shakes the cobwebs out before putting a knee to the back of the head of Taylor choking her on the rope. The ref begins to count as the fans begin to cheer and out walks Khris Young once again.

VASSA: “What’s he doing back out here!?”
Zion notices Young throwing back skittles as he lets go of the hold and begins shouting at him.

JOHNSON: “Young trying to get in the head of Zion and it’s working.”
Taylor crawls behind Zion as he continues to focus on Young, motioning for a championship. Taylor holds her throat as she gets back to her feet. Young begins bobbing his head as if he’s trying to look behind Zion at Taylor. Taylor creeps up slowly behind Zion and surprisingly drops him to the mat with the Heart Breaker. Young shows pain in his face as Taylor hooks the legs.

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!!”
Taylor rolls out of the ring, hopping around the ring, celebrating as Zion holds his back in the ring. Young is cracking up, laughing at the top of the entrance as he motions for security. The security team comes out as Young begins waving goodbye at Zion.

JOHNSON: “It looks like Zion’s contract is now void and he’ll be escorted from the theater. We’ll be right back folks!”

A muffled causes some major tensions in the speakers set up outside of the Palace Theatre. Several backstage hands exit the theatre to check it out. Their jaws drop in shock as Inmate 31 is wrapping a sound cable around the throat of a security guard. One of the cameras zoom in while the boom operator works to get the audio.

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 let’s go of the cable as it drops to the concrete. He glances up from the security guard to see a few members of the camera crew just standing there. He puts his head down for a few minutes, let’s out a quick chuckle before glancing back up with his eyes almost like in an evil trance.

INMATE 31: ”What all did you hear?”
Most of the non-camera carrying individuals start babbling over each other while making absolutely no sense. A few cameramen starts to shake the camera as if to say no.

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.”
He walks toward the camera crew as they instantly step to the side. One of the cameras follow him as he opens a gate that reads RESTRICTED AREA on it. They look at each other as one of them blurts out a question .

CREW PERSON: ”Where are you going Inmate?”
Inmate looks over his shoulder while locking eyes with the camera.

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.”
Inmate 31 turns head forward as he walks through a RESTRICTED ACCESS door. Another camera kicks on as the door slams shut. The sign on the door reads BOILER ROOM as the cameras fade inside the theatre.

The cameras turn to static for a split second before we are brought somewhere backstage. We focus on a door with a plate that reads “Politically Incorrect” and as the handle turns we can hear voices in the room. Once inside, we can see that there is a table set up in the center of the locker room. The five chairs that surround the table are filled with the two new coming tag teams here in 4CW; Creature Feature along with Dr. Hyde and Biohazard. Their host Dustin Reeves seems to be serving them drinks from a platter that he is carrying.

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…
The camera zooms in on Dr. Hyde who pouts.

DR. HYDE: “That’s not fun!”
Donovan seems unamused at Dustin’s cheap antics. Needless to say neither is his partner Valkyrie as she narrows her gaze as her host continues to move on to the other two invites.

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 is seen sheepishly looking at the glass of milk, before taking a big swig.

MURGATROID: “Just like mother used to make for me…”
The members of Biohazrad seem quite peeved at the drinks they have just been handed, but Murgatroid and his partner seem somewhat amused by it all, as Monster Mash sips the tequila sunrise, a child like smile forming on his grotesque face.

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?”
We hear the door to the room open as in walks Antoine Rage looking furious as ever. He glares at his partner Dustin Reeves and points at the two opposing tag teams in his locker room.

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!”
Both Biohazard members sit back in their chairs looking at the scene unfolding before them. Murgatroid is stirring his milk with his finger as Monster Mash continues to happily sip his tequila sunrise through a straw.

RAGE: “Don’t you understand that this is the competition?! What the hell are you thinking…”
Before Antoine Rage can continue, we hear a knock on the door of the locker room. Antoine Rage turns beet red from anger as he glares at Dustin Reeves.

RAGE: “Who the hell is that?! More people?!”
REEVES: “Nah bruh… this is just business probably… chill… Hollywood style man… Hollywood style!”
Dustin Reeves opens the door and two masked men walk in wearing black ski masks. They look like the same ones that we have seen on the last two shows. All seven men look at each other while Monster Mash still continues to sip his drink until all you hear is a slurping sound. Everyone’s gaze turns to Monster Mash as he holds out his drink to Dustin Reeves; all that remains is a few ice cubes and the remnants of the yellow grenadine syrup on the bottom of the glass. It’s Antoine Rage that breaks the ice.

RAGE: “Wait… wait… is that MY tequila sunrise?! That’s it!”
Antoine Rage flips the table over and lunges at Monster Mash, as the masked men start going at it blow for blow with Biohazard. As the brawl quickly heats up, Dustin Reeves gets hit with a chair shot from Murgatroid as he crumbles to the ground. At the same time, Monster Mash delivers a huge forearm to Rage’s skull sending him down to the ground as well. In the meantime, Valkyrie is lifting both of the masked men by their collars. Donovan takes a sip of his tea as Valkyrie throws the two masked men to the ground.

DONOVAN: “Fuck. This. You didn’t even boil the fucking water when you made this cuppa tea!”
Biohazard and Creature Feature look at one another and then shrug and walk out of the locker room leaving the two protagonists of Politically Incorrect and the masked men to lick their wounds as the scene cuts back to ringside.



JOHNSON: “Another weekly show and another Extreme Rules match on tap as Eric Lee takes on Kyra McKnight!”
The theater lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spot light lands on the entrance.

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!!!”
“Yesterday, upon the stair,
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!!”
The pulsing intro to Halestorm’s “Freak Like Me” begins to play through the PA system as the lights fade to black. The arena stays dark for several seconds, but when the song finally kicks off, the lights kick back on and Kyra pushes her way past the curtain, looking out into the crowd.

”I’m on the train that’s pulling the sick and twisted,
Making the most of the ride before we get arrested,
We’re all wasted, And we’re not going home tonight.
Covered in black we lack the social graces,
Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages,
They can’t tame us,
So if you’re one of us, get on the bus”

She leans back, throwing the horns up with both hands, taking a half-skip to get herself moving down the ramp, slapping hands a with a few of the fans, but rather quickly making it down to ringside.

”If you’re a freak like me, wave your flag!
If you’re a freak like me, get off your ass!
It’s our time now, to let it all hang out!
(So shout)
If you’re a freak like me, you were born to burn
This is no disease, you don’t need a cure
It’s our time now to come out…”

She jumps up onto the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and flashing a grin to the nearby crowd. She points out one fan in particular, nodding before stepping under the bottom rope, moving over to the nearest set of turnbuckles and throwing the horns up again.

”If you’re a freak like me!
If you’re a freak like me!”

She jumps off the turnbuckle, settling back into the corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

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.”
Lee looks up at the ring apron and then back down at McKnight. Lee hops up onto the apron as McKnight crawls towards the steel chair. She gets to her knees, clenching the steel chair. She turns around to Eric Lee leaping off the apron, looking for a knee strike, but McKnight swings the chair and crashes the chair right into the knee of Eric Lee, causing him to crash and burn on the outside. Lee rolls around on the mat, holding his leg, screaming in a bit of pain. McKnight drops to one knee, but quickly hops up, and makes her way to Lee. She gets to a crawling Lee, lifts the chair high above her head and smashes it over the sore knee of Eric Lee. She continues the attack, slamming the chair down on his knee three more times, before tossing it aside.

JOHNSON: “McKnight going right after the right knee of Eric Lee.”
VASSA: “Pretty effective so far.”
McKnight stomps on the leg of Lee before picking him up by his hair. She kicks him in the gut and quickly drops him on his back with a vertical suplex. She peels him off the ground and rolls him under the bottom rope. She slides in after him and makes a pin.

JOHNSON: “Eric Lee with the kick out, just before the two count.”
McKnight grabs on to the ropes and pulls herself back under the bottom rope and to the outside. She lifts the apron skirt and begins to search for items under the ring. A clinging sound is heard as she drags out a chain. She follows it up by pulling out a piece of plywood, some handcuffs, a stop sign, and a lighting tube.

VASSA: “We’ve seen those lights before, Steve, and it’s never pretty.”
JOHNSON: “Yup. They’re not good at all.”
She tosses the chain and handcuffs under the bottom rope before grabbing the big piece of plywood. She tosses it through the second rope and climbs back. She is immediately stomped in the back by Lee. She gets to her knees and smashes her with an elbow strike, following it up with a diagonal kick to the chest, causing her to fall to her back. Lee grabs the piece of plywood and sets it up in the center of the ring before grabbing McKnight by the hair and dragging her over to it.

JOHNSON: “This is about to get ugly.”
Lee puts her head between his legs and tries to lift her up for a piledriver, but she drops to both of her knees and hangs on to his legs. He pushes her head outward, breaking the grasp, as he swings around looking to kick her head. McKnight ducks the striking attack as she hops to her feet and rocks him backwards with a forearm. She hits him with a few more before attempting to sling him to the ropes. Lee reverses it and McKnight hits the ropes. She bounces off as Lee bends down looking for a back body drop. McKnight locks his head up as she bounces off and drops him on head first on the plywood with a tornado DDT.

VASSA: “Did you hear that, Steve?!”
JOHNSON: “Who didn’t?! Eric Lee may be out of it.”
McKnight turns Lee’s body over and hooks the leg.
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.

VASSA: “Perfect counter and placement!”
After the recent onslaught, Lee is slow to get up, and drags himself over to McKnight. He rolls McKnight over and makes another pin.

JOHNSON: “McKnight gets her shoulder up!”
Lee rolls off of McKnight and puts his hands on his head before walking on his knees over to the tube of lighting. He picks the glass lighting up and walks back over to McKnight. He waits for her to get up and swings the tube, but McKnight barely dodges it, but escapes. Lee turns around and is caught with a step up enziguri. McKnight drops to one knee before climbing to the outside and ascending to the top rope. She reaches the top as Lee is slow to get up, but has a hold of the tube of lighting. She dives off just as he turns around, looking to hit a crossbody, but Lee swings the tube of lighting and it shatters as it smacks across her stomach.

JOHNSON: “Oh my god!!”
VASSA: “There are shards of glass everywhere!!”
McKnight rolls on the mat, holding her gut, some blood trickling from her stomach. A smirk travels across the face of Eric Lee as he looks at the fallen McKnight and the glass all over the ring. McKnight is next to the big piece of chain that she pulled from under the ring. She notices Lee coming over and begins wrapping it around her wrists and he grabs her up from behind by a handful of hair. He hooks her up and bends her over, about to shout, “worship me!” But before he can get it out, McKnight swings her fist full of chain upward and cracks Lee right in the side of the head with it. Lee drops her to the mat, but she gets up, and cracks Lee right between the eyes with the chain. Lee collapses to the mat as blood starts to flow from atop his head as the fans get to their feet.

JOHNSON: “These people in attendance love their Extreme matches!! “
VASSA: “This is as good as it gets! “
McKnight finds the handcuffs again as she turns Lee over and locks his hands behind his back with the cuffs. She turns him on his back as she begins to ascend the top rope. She gets to the top, but is knocked to a seated position when Lee rattles the ropes. She climbs up with McKnight but has to nothing to attack with so he starts headbutting her in the back of the head. One after another before McKnight fires back with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. She follows it up with multiple stiff elbows until Lee falls off the second rope and to the mat. McKnight looks over her shoulder, shaking her head as she makes it to the top. She flies off the top looking for an imploding 450 splash.

JOHNSON: “High risk for McKnight!”
Lee puts his knees up and McKnight catches two knees to the gut as she lands on top of Lee. McKnight begins rolling around on the mat, holding her gut as Lee rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside.

VASSA: “Someone needs to help Lee out with those handcuffs.”
Lee begins to harass the staff at ringside, screaming for a key, but no luck. He begins sauntering around the ring, screaming. Lee is caught off guard when McKnight comes from out of nowhere, trying to hit him with a baseball slide, but Lee sidesteps it. McKnight lands on her feet on the outside and is met with another big headbutt as McKnight drops to the ground. She begins crawling on her knees towards a metal folding chair sitting at ringside. Lee put himself up on the apron as he waits for McKnight to get up. McKnight has the chair in her hand as she gets back to her feet. Lee starts running, but gets stopped in his tracks when McKnight launches the chair, smacking Lee in the face. Lee falls on his back on the apron and rolls back under the ropes.

JOHNSON: “That didn’t help, what a collision!”
McKnight gets back in with chair in hand and waits for Lee to get up. Lee gets up and McKnight smashes the chair over the head of Eric Lee, causing him to drop to his knees. He looks up at McKnight with a slight smile as she smacks him over the head again, causing him to collapse to his back. The blood begins to flow from the head of Lee as she wraps the chair across his midsection. The chair is dented beyond repair, but McKnight somehow gets it to unfold, and sets it up in the middle of the ring.

VASSA: “I think Lee is losing to much blood, Steve.”
JOHNSON: “It looks like he’s fading here.”
McKnight drags Lee to the middle of the ring by the arm before lifting him upright. She immediately hooks his head, lifts him up, and hits a twisting suplex neckbreaker onto the exposed chair.

VASSA: “Eric Lee has lost too much blood, he may be out!”
McKnight hooks both of the legs.

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!”
McKnight is celebrating the best she can with a blood stained stomach. Lee begins to move with a mask of blood covering his face as we cut away.

The picture opened backstage where the “QUEEEEEEEEEEEEN B” Felicity Banks was shown sitting on an equipment crate backstage. She had her head lowered, but only temporarily as she raised it up slowly; her gaze fixed on the camera.

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…”

Felicity paused momentarily, waving her finger from side to side Mutombo style.

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!”
She stopped, exhaling a long, frustration filled sigh.

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….”
She smirked, looking away from the camera for a second.

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.”
She looked down at the ‘Blacklisted’ t-shirt she was wearing and gave off a shrug of the shoulders.

BANKS: “Oh, yeah. And these two right here.”
She pulled on the logo, repping the shirt proudly.

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.”
She ran her fingers through her hair, biting down on her lip before she spoke back up.

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!”
She scoffed, and reached over to her side to grab a bottle of Poland Spring water before hopping off the crate she was seated on.

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…”
She spun the cap off of her water bottle and took a quick swig before flinging it down the hall.

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.”
She winked and took a few steps forward.

BANKS: “Bow….down.”
She shoved the cameraman out of her way, and walked down the hallway toward the gorilla position to get ready for her match.

The theater lights suddenly go out. After a few heartbeats of silence a voice floats around the theater.
”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.

As the camera left some other action backstage, action the two people who now appeared on screen would deem unimportant and boring it arrived on two much more attractive and worthwhile figures. Obviously they should have been the very first people to be on cameras during tonight’s Adrenaline but that was neither here nor there now.
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.”
For a woman her argument was surprisingly logical, or at least Ramona was trying to make hers seem so.

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.”

She reached up, running the back of her hand across his cheek before leaning in so that they were a little closer to one another now. While they weren’t the type to constantly be sending kissy face emojis to one another on twitter or declaring their undying love after a week of dating Ramona and Brennan definitely had some strong chemistry. As well as an equal hunger for power and fame, that may have been what they liked best about each other.

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.”
A little sigh seemed to escape the man but that was about it in regards to his match anymore. Both competitors seemed anything but unsure of their abilities for tonight as it currently stood. Ramona couldn’t help but give Brennan a light smack on the side of his ass after she stood up off the wall. Both still in their street clothes it seemed they’d once again have to deal with these ‘woefully small’ locker rooms to get changed before they hit the stage and as they walked off to do so the camera again transitioned out.


“Wrong Side of Heaven” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play over the theater as the lights fade to black. A blood red spotlight turns on and we see Andrew Morrison standing at the entrance with a chain in hand. Out from the darkness, Christine Nash walks out with the chain connected to a collar around her neck. Morrison looks back at her with a grin across his face before turning to the ring and walking down the aisle. Pulling Nash along, the two make their way to the ring in a sea of mixed reactions from the fans.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first, the tag team of Andrew Morrison and Christine Nash!”
Once at ringside, Morrison stands in front of the ringside steps and then slowly proceeds to climbs them while pulling Nash behind. Once on the apron, Morrison unhooks the chain from Nash’s collar, releasing her. The two then enter the ring as the lights of the theater slowly brighten.

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!”
The restless fans of 4CW explode with jeers as the first guitar riffs accompanied by the drum line of Papa Roach’s “Getting Away With Murder” begin to pump out of the PA speakers. As the music continues to blare through the sound system for a few seconds to build the crowd’s anticipation, the curtains seem to finally stir just as the first verse of the song hits the airwaves.
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.

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!”
Antoine begins his cocky strut down the aisle, making a few calculated stops en route just to tease the fans by inching within their reach and getting into a verbal spats. As Rage reaches the ring, he heads up the steel steps and effortlessly gets inside the ring by stepping between the middle and top ropes. Taking a few quick bounces off the ropes, he casually leans on them and taunts some fans in the crowd awaiting the arrival of his partner as his theme fades and the notes to Saliva’s “Superstar” begin to blare over the PA system. The crowd explodes with a shower of thundering boos again, but the women seem to be swayed by whatever magic Dustin Reeves carries. As the curtains stir and he steps out from behind them. The riffs and drums explode over the sound system to the colorful display of lasers as Dustin Reeves’ entrance video flashes on the big screen. Huge grin on his face, he flips off the fans and takes in their reaction with a chuckle.

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!”
As the song continues to play, smoke from the smoke machines swallows up Dustin’s feet as he begins to trek down the aisle and towards the ring. The women in the crowd that are close by try to grab for him but he just teases them further by not letting them touch him. He runs down the last few feet and jumps onto the apron; leaning against the ropes he taunts some fans in the crowd before flipping over the top rope and into the ring.
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.”
As both teams stand in their corners, the ref checks with each to designate a starting member to begin the match. Making the first move, Rage steps onto the apron, leaving Reeves to kick things off. Across the ring, Morrison and Nash discuss things for a moment before Nash steps onto the apron and leaves Morrison to start the match. The ref then gets the nod from both corners before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.
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!”
Once in the ring, Rage kicks Nash multiple times, lifting her off the canvas with each one. He then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet but doesn’t let go. With his free hand, he then throws a powerful punch to Nash’s head, knocking her across the ring. Before she can get back up, he quickly rushes in and grabs her by the shoulder and back of her pants and lifts her from the mat and over his shoulder. Spinning her around a few times, Rage tosses her across the ring, crashing in the corner where Morrison watches on in anger. Morrison quickly reaches over the ropes and touches Nash. The ref recognizes it as a tag and allows him to enter the ring. Morrison helps Nash to her feet and onto the apron.
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.”
Rage stands back to his feet and pulls Andrew up without even wasting a second. He then throws Andrew to the corner with Reeves. Just as Andrew’s back hits the turnbuckle, Reeves knees him ion the lower back and Rage is right there to rock his dome with a running clothesline. Rage then looks up at Reeves and the two talk amongst themselves before slapping hands and initiating the tag. Reeves hops in over the top rope and goes straight to work, kicking Andrew while he’s down. He then grabs Andrew by the arm and drags him to the center of the ring. Holding him up with one hand, Reeves lands a couple of hard punches to the side of the head . He then lifts Andrew up and drops him across his knee with an back breaker. Reeves then covers for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.
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.
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.”
Rage then covers Morrison for the pin as the ref drops down for the count.

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…”

Back in the bowels of the theater lays a beaten and bloody Eric Lee. His chest heaving with deep, gulping breaths.

LEE: ”I told you I do this for pain.”
A chuckle.

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…”
Again with the giggles. Fade.


POWERS:“Introducing to the ring first, from Devil’s Den, California, weighing in at 218 pounds, Brennan Devliiiiiiin!”
“King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps blared throughout the arena as Brennan Devlin strolled out onto the stage to a reaction of pure hate from the audience. The fans loudly chanted negative things in his direction as he strutted down the ramp, taunting members of the crowd rather profusely. Just trying to get a rise out of them.. He stopped to make fun, even laugh at a few of them as he arrived into the ringside area. Once there – he hopped up onto the apron and stood there for a moment, turning to peer at the crowd. He gave them a confident, toothy grin before sliding his vest he usually wore during entrances off, and entering the ring. Once inside, he walked over to the turnbuckle and leisurely laid back against it, waiting for his opponent as his music faded and he continued to laze around.

POWERS:“And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing 115 pounds, Felicity Baaaanks!”
“Can you feel that…?”
“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!”
The two competitors back into their respective corners before the referee finally calls for the bell.
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.”
Brennan stands over Felicity, laughing in her face and earning even more boos from the crowd. As Devlin leans over to continue his taunting, Banks reaches up and hits him with an eye rake that sends him reeling backward. She hops to her feet and stalks across the ring, taking Brennan down with a jumping neckbreaker!
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.”
Devlin takes several moments to make sure his precious profile hasn’t been damaged before flying back across the ring. He seems to have taken that elbow as a personal affront! Felicity uses the momentum and turns it into a sitout jawbreaker!
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!”
Brennan finally breaks free, using his superior strength to throw Felicity off of him. Before she can get away he grabs her by one ankle and reels her in. The crowd cheers as he stands, still holding on, but they aren’t precisely cheering for him. Devlin drops down viciously on the leg of Felicity and twists her up in an Indian deathlock!
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.

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.”
Felicity pounds her fists on the mat in frustration. Leaving Devlin laying on the canvas, she climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle, standing tall before she leaps off for a guillotine leg drop. But no one is home! Devlin rolls out of the way at the last second! Banks holds her back in pain, kicking one foot against the mat.
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.

JOHNSON:“Close call for Felicity Banks.”
VASSA:“I thought Devlin had it for sure.
Brennan keeps his head, this time, and yanks Felicity to her feet. He locks up both of her arms and hits a butterfly suplex. After two stomps to the midsection he yanks her up again. This time it’s a STO backbreaker that Banks finds herself on the receiving end of, not just once, but twice in a row!
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 bounces back yet again with a spinning roundhouse kick. She immediately spins the other direction for a kick to the midsection! As Brennan stumbles back he uses the ropes and hammers Banks with a springboard clothesline!
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!”
Brennan delivers a massive kick to the midsection of Felicity, who doubles over in pain, holding her stomach. Devlin bounces off of the ropes and leaps up to take banks down with running curbstomp!

VASSA:“Face Time! Queen B just got some Face Time!”
Brennan drops down with his shoulders across Felicity’s prone body and hooks both of her legs for good measure.
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?”
The look on Brennan’s face is practically maniacal as he goes for the Cutting Room Floor! Felicity hits the mat hard and Devlin goes for the pin once again!

JOHNSON:“She kicked out! Felicity kicked out again!”
VASSA:“How did she do it?!”
Devlin seems to be wondering the same thing as he dives toward Banks again. She ducks out of the way and he flies face first into the turnbuckle! Brennan stumbles backward and turns to stalk his prey once more. Meanwhile Felicity has bounced off of the ropes and is flying through the air! She hooks and arm around his neck and drives his face into the canvas!

JOHNSON:“Space Jam DDT!!!”
Banks can’t even manage to roll over and hook the leg, so she just lays over him with her back covering his body.

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!”

With so many new faces backstage, the camera moves past so many unknowns filling the hallways. A small group of people are circled up as Tommy Knox stands at attention taking notes from a few members of the roster. What coffee they what, how it should be made. The typical assistant gig that he has found himself in these days. After the line of orders are made, Knox lets out a sigh of relief as he knows his day has just started.

CASHE: “KnoxVILLE!! Hey bro smell this…”
Stepping in from behind Knox comes probably his oldest friend in the business, Jason Cashe. Sticking a cupped hand into Knox’s face wanting his buddy to smell what seems to be an empty hand. Knox flinches but leans forward and sniffs the hand of the former 4CW Champion and jumps back with a look on his face that says something was funky or foul.

KNOX: “It’s just Knox now and THAT is nasty! What is that!?”
Putting his own hand to his nose, Cashe takes in a deep whiff of the stinky hand and pulls away trying to break down the smells like someone swishing wine at a tasting. This was all scent though. Cashe seemed concerned but intrigued on the matter at hand. No pun intended.

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?
He asks almost waiting for an odd response. Knowing Cashe it could be a sexual, physical reason behind wanting such an item. Maybe it was just for obvious reasons.

KNOX: “Oh to scrub that smell off? I’m sure there is one somewhere backstag–“
Cutting Knox off with a raised hand like some sassy white Valley girl, Cashe looks down the hallway like a dog spotting a squirrel. He moves quickly leaving the scene, Tommy Knox just left to watch his buddy hurry away.


“Marching Off To Bedlam” by Napoleon XIV hits the sound system as Murgatroid walks out onto the stage wearing a straight jacket. Following behind, Dr. Formalda Hyde comes out pushing a large animal shipping crate.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first accompanied by Dr. Formalda Hyde… Murgatroid and Monster Mash, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”
Murgatroid leads the way as Hyde follows behind, pushing the crate down the entrance ramp on wheels. Once at ringside, Hyde unlocks the crate and opens the door. Monster Mash then crawls out from inside and stands straight up, releasing a scream. Murgatroid and Mash then enter the ring and walk around for a moment, taunting the referee before going to their corner and impatiently waiting for the match to begin.

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.”
Ramona steps out before a cloud of smoke. She turns and faces to the right hand side of the theater. As the first few notes and lyrics of “Me and Mary Jane” by Black Stone Cherry kicks up.
“Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin’ on, goin’ on
Creepin’ up slow, hangin’ ’round my back door, my back door!”

POWERS: ”Now coming to the ring we have the team of Sativa Nevaeh and Ramona Lea Epps, THE BLACK DAHLIAS!!!”
As the song plays Sativa creeps up behind Ramona and slinks up Ramona’s back and stands back to back with her. They smile and turn and head towards the ring. Both trash talking and messing with the crowd. They get into the ring and head to opposite corners and stand on the second rope. They both hold their arms out to pose for the crowd before jumping down to the mat and standing in their corner.

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.”
Murgatroid orders Mash to exit the ring and go to the apron. After arguing for a brief moment, Mash finally climbs on the apron but with displeasure. Across the ring, Ramona and Sativa talk amongst themselves before finally deciding who will start the match. Ramona climbs onto the apron leaving Sativa to kick things off. As the ref stands in the center of the ring, he checks with each corner and gets the nod before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.
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.”
Murg climbs back to his feet and shortly after, he grabs Sativa by the little hair she has and pulls her up. He then grabs her arm with one hand while planting his other hand on the back of her shoulder and throws her to the ropes. Quick on her feet, Sativa jumps into the air and springboards off the middle rope, flying back and connecting with an elbow to Murg’s jaw. Not going down, Murg stumbles back a few steps, stunned but still up. Sativa then pops back up and runs to the adjacent ropes. As she comes back, Murg swings with a lariat but misses as Sativa ducks underneath and goes to the opposite ropes. She then jumps into the air again and plants her feet on the bottom rope. Springboarding off, Sativa turns her body in the air and wraps her legs around Murg’s head. She then spins and flips him over with a head scissors takedown.
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.
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.

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.”
Murg and Mash slap hands initiating the tag. Mash then enters the ring in a rage and grabs Ramona by the hair and drags her across the ring to the center. He then reaches down and bites her across the bridge of her nose. The ref quickly comes in and tries to pull Mash back but gets shoved to the side. Mash then pops up and backs the ref into the corner, intimidating him with his size. Leaving Ramona free to get up, she slowly snaps out of her daze. Ramona then climbs to her feet and runs in behind Mash, slamming her arms across his back with a double axe handle.
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.

VASSA: ”She’s going to need to do more than that if she’s going to keep him down. He’s leaning back up.”
Ramona then runs to the ropes again and comes back even harder, hitting him with another sliding forearm smash to the face.

JOHNSON: ”There’s another one!”
Ramona then gets back to her feet but this time, does so knowing that she did some damage to Mash. She paces around the ring for a moment before running to the ropes. Before she hits them, Murg runs to the center of the apron and grabs ahold of her. Pulling at her hair, Murg shakes her head violently. Ramona then reaches around his head and pulls his head down as she drops down to a sitting position. Murg’s throat comes down on the rope and as his head bounces off, he flies off the apron and hits the floor hard before rolling and crashing into the barricade.
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.

VASSA: ”Holy crap! Ramona got him with the schoolboy rollup!”
JOHNSON: ”That was some quick thinking on her part.”
Just as Ramona stands up, Murg slides into the ring. Ramona quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope as her and Sativa group together on the outside.
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!!!”
Ramona and Sativa back their way up the ramp while keeping their eyes locked on Creature Feature in the ring throwing a fit. The ref then runs out of the ring to avoid any harm as the two lose it.

JOHNSON: ”Security better get down here quickly to keep this situation under control.”
VASSA: ”Damn, you psychic?”
Out from the back, a group of ten security members rush down to ringside as “Me and Mary Jane” plays over the sound system. Once at ringside, they surround the ring and try to calm down Creature Feature before entering.

JOHNSON: ”While security tries to handle this potential blow up, we’re going to go backstage for a moment folks.”

Gabriel Hartman is standing outside the boiler room access door inside the theatre as he quietly knocks on it. He checks his watch constantly because of his busy schedule throughout the night. He starts taping his foot on the concrete floor while banging on the door. It finally swings open as Inmate 31 emerges from a red smoke filled room.

HARTMAN: ”Inmate, are you willing to answer a few questions about tonight’s match?”
Inmate places a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder while having a craze look plastered on his face.

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 starts squeezing Gabriel’s shoulder as pain starts to shoot down his arms. Inmate’s demeanor changed just slightly from a little crazy to borderline psychotic.

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.”
Gabriel looks at Inmate as he tries to get out of his grip.

HARTMAN: ”Who will that be?”
Inmate smiles as he lets go of Gabriel. He pats him on the face while keeping his smirk.

Inmate 31 walks out of the shot as Gabriel’s eyes travel down his pants. A giant wet stain is prevalent in the front of Gabriel’s trousers as the cameras cut away.

We see The Dirty Devil standing in front of a mirror, his shirt off and wearing a pair of black sports pants. In one hand he had a ref shirt that was white with thin black stripes and in the other he had an old school light blue referee shirt that came with a red bow tie. Decisions Decisions right? He seemed to be contemplated when he looked over and as the camera zoomed out we could see his girlfriend Valencia standing next to him wearing a sleek black mini dress.

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?”
Her face twists into a rather annoyed expression as she looks over her shoulder and we see backstage reporter Gabriel Hartman standing next to her looking intensely at her assets. She snaps her fingers and he about fumbles the microphone as he looks up and Connor just shakes his head with an expression that shows he is clearly not surprised.

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?”
He nodded his head towards Valencia and her rather large assets and. Val’s eyes got wide and she raised her hand like she was going to back hand Gabriel when Connor grabbed her by the wrist to stop her from smacking him.

VALENCIA: ”I can assure you they are one hundred percent real!”
HARTMAN: ”Hey, they pay me to ask the tough questions..”
Connor snickers a little, finding it all rather amusing as Valencia rolls her eyes and scowls at Gabriel. He then took a step towards Connor as The Dirty Devil was putting on his striped referee shirt. He looked down at the shirt and nodded as if to say to himself “Not bad.. Not bad at all..”

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?”
Both Val & Gabriel got a bit of a laugh. Lets be real, he is called The Dirty Devil for a reason. He can say he is going to call it down the middle all he wants and no one is going to believe otherwise.

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.”
That was a scary thought wasn’t it? Neither competitor would trust The Dirty Devil leading into this match. Tempers would not only flair up between Jair Hopkins & Jason Cashe, they would both end up getting in the face of the Dirty Devil at some point. All of this tension would only make things more interesting but adding The Dirty Devil into the mix? You are setting yourself up for a powder keg to go off.

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..”
That signature smirk spread along his lips, showing off his pearly whites.

DIRTY DEVIL: ”And Stay Dirty..”
The Dirty Devil nodded to Valencia and he slipped his arm around her waist as the two walked off camera leaving Gabriel Hartman holding the microphone.



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!”
Sure enough as the camera cuts away and into the back already slugging it out are Dakota Smith and Lord Raab. Raab has the upperhand as he tosses Smith back first into the one of the concrete pillars that make up this underground parking lot. Raab charges in and connects with a shoulder block causing Smith to hit the concrete pillar once again with his shoulders. He stumbles forward and Raab grabs him by the head trying to slam it into a nearby metallic blue Jetta, Smith is able to put the breaks on and instead counters by slamming the monster Raab face first into the hood.

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!”
The masked monster’s face is bounced a couple of more times by Dakota Smith who seems to be really enjoying himself in this environment right now. Without the sound of the crowd in the background you can hear him chuckle as he pulls Raab up by the neck and spins him face first into the side mirror causing the glass to shatter in the process!! Bits of mirror cover Raab as he lays on the ground. Smith opens up the door to the car and begins to pull Raab into the the passenger side seat in the process.

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 finishes setting up Raab half in and half out of the car and then grabs the open door, with a sick smile he goes to slam the door onto the side of Raab, but Raab is able to get his hands up and keep the door from crushing his sides. Raab tries to kick off Smith, but Smith merely backs up as Raab pulls himself back up to his feet. Smith stands back with a smirk on his face and yells out

SMITH: At least you showed, unlike Hawkins. I knew that little maggot wouldn’t have the guts to show up.”
Just then there’s the sound of whistling which sounds as if it is approaching quickly, both Raab and Smith seem a bit confused, but as the sound approaches “Twisted Nerve” by Bernard Herrmann is blarring loudly from a black pick-up truck. That truck is being driven by none other than Griffin Hawkins! Hawkins rears the truck right for where Smith and Raab are standing, the two move out of the way as…
…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!!”
Griffin Hakwins gets out of the truck and quickly goes towards the bed of the truck, as he gets there he begins to toss out other weapons, such as a chairs, garbage can lids, a string of barbed wiring, and a couple of kendo sticks. One of which, he holds in his hands and goes right after Dakota Smith with! Smith is struck with not one or two, but three quick whacks from the kendo stick!! Smith stumbles around a bit and Griffin winds up and connects..
..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.

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.”
Raab stomps away at Hawkins as he attempts to pull himself back up to his feet. Raab is quick to the attack and tosses Hawkins into another bank of cars, this time into the side of an older looking rust colored Lincoln Continental. As Hawkins bounces off of the side door, Raab grabs him by the side of the head and begins to bash him mask to face over and over again!! After a good number of those, Raab scoops up Hawkins and slams him down onto the concrete with a smacking sound!! Raab’s attention is turned for a moment as he looks at the top of the Continental and grunts as he pulls Hawkins up to his feet and over towards the hood. Raab brings Hawkins up onto the hood of the car and puts him in a standing headscissors.

JOHNSON:” Raab’s going to put him through that car!”
VASSA:” See, at least that’s not mine. I’m fine with that.”
Raab goes to lift up Hawkins, but Hawkins is able to block it and instead counters it picking up Lord Raab and with a sudden motion drops Raab backfirst across the top of the hood of the car!! Hawkins spins around to see the damage he has done, but just as soon as he does that from behind comes Dakota Smith and he’s not alone, he’s swining a chair…
…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…
…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.”
Raab reaches back and picks up a baseball bat and swings it towards Dakota Smith, Smith is able to move out of the way which causes the bat to the shatter the passenger side window!! Glass flies everywhere, but it doesn’t seem that Raab minds all that much. As Raab pulls the bat back, Smith grabs it with both hands and uses it to choke Raab from behind!! Raab does his best to break free from the choke hold, but Smith’s got it locked in strong. Just then from behind Griffin Hawkins wraps a piece of barbed wire around the throat of Dakota Smith! Smith continues to choke Raab with the bat, as Hawkins chokes him with the barbed wire! It’s an all out chokefest!

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! “
Smith breaks his hold of Raab as Hawkins digs in tighter, Smith reaches up and tries to fight it off but he does so by pulling the barbs out from his neck. Raab breaks it up finally as he catches Hawkins with a big right hand. Hawkins stumbles around and from behind Raab hooks on a rear waist lock, then he breaks out the very first wrestling move of this match!! Raab lifts up Hawkins and…
…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.

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.”
Smith hits Raab with some boots and then picks up the masked monster and quickly tosses him up and over the hood of a parked car. Raab hits the hood of the second car and sort of ping pongs between the two cars. Smith charges after where he landed, but is met by Raab who ducks down and flips Smith up and over onto the hood of a car!! The alarm of that car goes off as well as Smith puts a major dent into it. Raab wraps his hand around the throat of Smith, but from behind Hawkins connects with a double axehandle across Raab’s back!! Hawkins hits another couple of shots, and spins Raab around locking him in with a front face lock. Raab is able to stop the suplex attempt by Hawkins the first time, but then Dakota Smith hooks under the other shoulder and the two lift up the German monster…
…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.”
Smith goes for a haymaker on Hawkins, but Hawkins is able to duck under and connects with a neckbreaker dropping Smith to the concrete in the process!! Hawkins then heads to a near by bed of a truck. He climbs up into it and then on top of the cab, standing over where Lord Raab is laying across the front hood of a car. Hawkins gets a sick smile on his face and then leaps…
…crashing down onto Raab and the hood of the car with a swanton bomb!!

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!! “
Just then Dakota Smith pulls himself back up and drapes himself across the body of Lord Raab, the referee moves into position looking a little confused as to how to make the count as Smith has Raab pinned to the hood of a car, so the referee taps the hood himself!!

JOHNSON:” What the he–“
There’s another loud, deep sounding horn from the distance and then the rattle of some massive car moving through the parking lot. The sound causes everyone in the match to be distracted long enough for the count to stop and for them to all wait. Just then the camera picks up an approaching coach bus!! The bus lays on the horn for a third time which seemingly stops the match.

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.”
Confused, Datkoa Smith waits for the door to the bus to open. The camera catches the driver of the bus, it’s none other than the Extreme champion himself Nathaniel Havok!! Smith charges onto the bus, as do Griffin Hawkins and Lord Raab behind him. The door to the bus swings closed as the three participants of the extreme parking lot rumble and the Extreme champion begin to make the bus rock back and forth!!

JOHNSON:” The champion making an impact here tonight!”
VASSA:” That’s one hell of a party bus!”
Just then the horn of the bus blares out for a fourth time, and someone that the camera doesn’t pick up begins to make the bus drive off out of the parking lot and away from the camera. The scene cuts back to ringside where the two announcers seem to be a bit confused as to what exactly to say next.

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. “

The cameras roll backstage to a shot of a door with a plastic sign on it that reads: THEATRE CATWALK ACCESS. The door opens and out walks the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, Xandor Kalel, to a significant pop. Close behind him, holding the 4CW superstar’s hand, is Xandor’s manager and fiance, Alexis Calloway. The pop given to Xandor is overshadowed by the one given to Alexis as the fans see the former Playboy Playmate on the big screen, wearing tight jeans, heels, and tied at her waist 4CW t-shirt. The demeanor on both of their faces is focused as they head in the direction of the main backstage area and the gorilla position.

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?”
Steve Johnson lets out a frustrated sigh.

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 decides to ignore Vinny Vassa and do his job.

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.”
Xandor and Alexis enter the main backstage area and step to the side. The Patron Saint’s eyes survey the large room behind strands of long black hair. He sees Shane Borderland shadowboxing in one corner. Aidan Carlisle is doing high kicks, stretching her hamstrings. Roxi Johnson is doing the splits near the gorilla position. Suddenly Alexis steps in front of him to get him to focus. As she does, the voice of another woman is heard coming from the walkaway they just exited.

A little girl runs out of the hallway and slams right into Xandor. The five-six year old bounces off the huge wrestler and falls on her behind. Alexis hurries to help her up.

CALLOWAY: “Are you ok, honey?”
Despite the hard impact, the little girl has a huge smile on her face as she looks in awe at the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling.

LITTLE GIRL: “Wow! It’s Xandor Kalel!”
Alexis looks at Xandor with a smile on her face.

CALLOWAY: “Isn’t she adorable, babe?”
Xandor looks at Alexis with a confused look on his face. He had to admit she was a cute little girl. She had wild brown hair similar to his and big blue eyes that could anyone’s heart. As Alexis helped the little girl up, she launched at Xandor and hugged his waist tight.

KALEL: “Umm…Lex? Some help here.”
Alexis lets Xandor feel out the uncomfortable situation. She giggles as the little girl hugs him tighter.

KALEL: “Ok, enough with the hugging.”
Finally Alexis intervenes and releases the little girl’s hands from Xandor.

CALLOWAY: “What’s your name, hun?”
Little Mya couldn’t take her eyes off of Xandor. There was something familiar about her. Xandor just can’t put his finger on it.

CALLOWAY: “Where’s your momma, Mya?”
The little girl points back to the hallway without taking her eyes off of the ominous wrestler.

CALLOWAY: “Is your daddy here too?”
Mya giggles and points at Xandor.

MYA: “He’s my daddy!”
Xandor’s eyes got wide along with Alexis. He crouches down to look the little girl in the eyes.

KALEL: “I can’t be your daddy, little girl. What did you say your name was?”
Mya confidently smiles.

MYA: “Mya. Mya Benedict…Kalel! And you’re my daddy.”
Xandor looks up at Alexis’s stunned face. Before they can say anything to each other, the little girl takes off skipping back into the hallway. Together they realize something.

Alexis and Xandor give chase back into the hallway. They reach the end of the hallway, but no Mya. They look around for any sign of the little girl but there is nothing but stage props and an empty hallway. Xandor is seething. Alexis tries to get Xandor to re-focus before his match.

CALLOWAY: “Baby, focus on my eyes. It’s more of her mind games.”
The Patron Saint struggles to focus on his fiance’s beautiful blue eyes but eventually succeeds.

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?”
Xandor nods and they start heading back to the staging area.

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.”
Before the cameras fade to black, a door slowly opens and Mya peaks out with a big smile on her face.

The ring is covered with a red carpet as a long table is the only thing standing inside of it. Everyone inside the Palace Theatre seem confused at what is happening until Approach The Bench echoes through the sound system. Everett Browser walks out wearing a two piece suit as Sydney Ashford follows him out wearing her normal attire. They stand on the small stage and wave toward the rocking South Carolina crowd.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sydney Ashford and Everett The Nerd, collectively known as the FILM ADDICTS.”
Sydney breaks into a full sprint down the ramp and slides into the ring as Everett walks down normally. He enters the ring as Sydney picks up one of two microphones positioned on the table.

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.”

The lights slowly begin to flicker as Everett quickly grabs the microphone.

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.”
The lights flicker again as Sydney is starting to get really annoyed. She looks toward the stage thinking it could be someone in the back.

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.”
Sydney pulls down her microphone to start counting with her fingers. The crowd even joins in as she brings the microphone back up to her lips.

ASHFORD: ”Five, Six, Sev…..”
The lights go completely down as Sydney is about to say seven. An old cinema style counter starts playing as a voice comes over the speakers.

Vassa and Johnson breaks their silence.

VASSA: ”Guilty!? Guilty of what? Being fans of this sport.”
JOHNSON: ”I smell Inmate 31 being behind it.”
Pieces blares through the sound system as the lights come back up. Shamrock is seen walking down the ramp being flanked by a girl with light blue paint underneath her eyes. She seems to be in a stoic trance as she walks side by side the large monster. Shamrock is three times her size as Everett and Sydney watches them walk down the ramp.
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.”
Sydney quickly picks her microphone back up and raises it to her lips.

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 smirks as he takes a step closer to the ring with the pint size woman right beside him.

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.”
Everett looks at his niece while asking her with his mind to shut up. Shamrock and woman jump up on the apron.

Bad Company starts to echo as Everett and Sydney starts looking around frantically. Even the crowd is searching for the man who is called Inmate 31. Sydney exits the ring quickly and lifts the ring apron. She starts digging underneath of the ring for something as Shamrock looks down at his little friend. She lifts her eyes toward him as he points toward Everett.
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.”
Bad Company echoes again as Inmate 31 walks through the curtain. Shamrock looks back with a smile on his face. The woman stops stomping a mudhole in Everett and turns toward Inmate 31. Sydney has puts down the ring apron and slides back in with a kendo stick in her hand. She strikes with the stick across the woman’s back. Sydney laughs while pointing to her head. The woman slowly turns around as Sydney’s smile quickly leaves.

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.”
Sydney throws her hands up while dropping the stick. She backs up a bit as Shamrock remains on the theatre floor. Inmate 31 has made it to the ring and walks up the ring steps. Sydney turns to leave the ring when the woman grabs her by the hair. Sydney yelps out as the woman locks her in a rear naked choke. Inmate 31 is just standing on the ring apron while enjoying the brutality. He enters the ring while picking up one of the microphones that were dropped by the Film Addicts. He taps on it for a few seconds before lifting it up to his lips.

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?”
Inmate throws down the microphone as he leans up against the corner. The woman takes this as a cue to pull Sydney out of the way. Shamrock has now entered the ring with a table and sets it up behind Everett Browser. Inmate drops down to a seated position as Everett slowly gets to his feet. Inmate starts smacking himself in the face while Everett begins to spin around. The moment Everett is right in front of Inmate 31, he bursts out of the corner and slams Everett back first into the table. The table shatters as Inmate 31 stands up.

VASSA: ”FEAR DOT COM…man, Inmate nearly broke Everett in half.”
Tears start rolling down Sydney’s cheek as the woman lets her go. Sydney checks on her uncle but Inmate pulls her up by her hair. She turns with a hard slap to Inmate’s face. Inmate starts laughing as Sydney falls into the waiting hands of the woman. The woman connects with a double knee facebuster which knocks Sydney back into Inmate. He catches her in a full nelson type hold before throwing her of his head with a sick sounding German Suplex. He manages to swing his body around as he wraps both of his legs around Sydney’s waist. He starts to squeeze while pulling her head back in a dragon sleeper style submission hold. Sydney quickly starts tapping as Inmate tenses his bicep. The pressure of his biceps underneath her chin causes her to pass out in his arms.
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”
Bad Company strikes back up as Inmate 31 examines the damage he has done before exiting the ring. Shamrock and this mysterious woman soon follows as medical personnel come out to check on the Film Addicts. Inmate 31 stands on the stage with a sick, satisfied grin on his face as the cameras slowly cut away.

We cut backstage where we see Insatiable Megan Dela Vega talking with Gabriel Hartman and his crew. No words between them are picked up as they walk together backstage. The camera then picks up The Hellcat Kirsta Lewis who is seen in her dressing room wearing her wrestling gear and busy with some warming up exercisers and stretches. She finishes up and walks over to a bench in the room and sits down to put on her wrestling boots. Her hair is already put up in a ponytail. As she hears footsteps getting closer it causes her to look towards the door where Insatiable stands just inside the door.

KIRSTA:”What are you doing here? I thought I told you back at the hotel that I wanted to do this one alone.”
She nodded her head as she moved into the room, tossing her long red hair out of her face.

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?”
Kirsta dismissed any denial that Megan could come up with and just went back to lacing up her boots.

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 moved even more into the room and over to where Kirsta sat on the bench. She stood there right in front of her and waited for Kirsta to look up at her.

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.”
Hearing some racket just outside the door, Kirsta couldn’t help but stand up ready to check it out.

KIRSTA: “And what is that god awful noise?”
INSATIABLE: “Oh about that, I was meaning to get to that…”
As Insatiable was about to get into some sort of explanation a head came around the corner of the door and popped in. The head belonged to backstage interviewer Gabriel Hartman. A face very familiar to Four Corners Wrestling.

HARTMAN: “Everything cleared?”
KIRSTA: “Cleared? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
She quickly turned around and shot daggers in Insatiable’s direction.

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 turns around and waves his crew in as he moves in deeper into the room.

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.”
She turns away from Hartman and props her foot on the bench to lace up her unlaced boot.

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 swiftly turns around and is immediately into Gabriel Hartman’s face.

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?”
Kirsta didn’t even bother to look him in the face but instead she placed both her hands on his chest and backed him up out of her room and slammed the door shut.


The lights drop as the drums to Slipknot’s “My Plague” hit the speakers, the lights dimming as a spotlight passes over the crowd. …

POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall! ”
The music continues as the light passes over until the chorus hits and the spotlight finds the two members of Biohazard making their way through the crowd, side by side.

POWERS: ”Introducing first, and debuting for 4 Corners Wrestling…James Donovan and Valkyrie…Biohazard!!!”
Reaching the ring barrier, Valkyrie steps over first as JXD vaults over second, both then storm the ring.
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!!!”
The two wearing matching red and black themed outfits though, differing in types of gear. They still have matching arm bands and focused looks as Demi finishes high fiving the fans around the ring before hopping up the steps and stepping through the bottom two ropes. As she does this Royce slides into the ring,

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..”
Once in the ring Royce does two big jumps into the air to show off his athleticism and get stretched out as his sister walks around the ring hands held high. RPG throws a few practice punches before letting out a primal scream for the crowd getting them going as Demi now sits atop one of the corner posts jiving to the beat. Royce walks around the ring screaming out “Let’s Go” several times while hyping the crowd as the two seem fully ready for their tag match. Across the ring, JXD does the same thing.

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!!!”
The ref begins to direct one member from each team outside of the ring to the ring apron. Rock, paper, scissors decides that James would start the match for Biohazard. As Valkyrie steps out of the ring, Demi does the same thing in her corner. The referee steps back out of the way and calls for the bell to officially start the match.

VASSA: ”And we are underway!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s going on in the ring?”
James and Royce stood face to face, toe to toe, sizing each other up. Slowly Donovan extended a hand to Griffin. Royce shook his hand and just as soon as they released their grip, Royce landed a stiff elbow shot to the jaw of Donovan. With no hesitation, Donovan returned the favor with an elbow to the jaw of Griffin. …

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…”
Griffin and Donovan exchanged forearm and elbow shots in the center of the ring with their pace quickening with every blow. Donovan landed a headbutt which rocked Griffin backwards two steps. As he recovered, Griffin caught Donovan with a stiff closed fist. As Donovan was knocked backwards two steps Royce caught him flush on the temple with his trademark spinning back elbow!

VASSA: ”Donovan is in hostile territory now in Blacklisted’s corner….”
JOHNSON: ”After being staggered by ‘NY’s Finest’…”
Demi had two handfuls of dreadlocks when Royce connected with a cornered clothesline. She raised her arms up to show the ref she’d released the hold, then smacked hands with Royce and tagged herself in. Double Irish Whip by the Champs sends Donovan to the far side ropes where Valkyrie tags herself in with a blind tag. Double Lariat by Royce and James knocked each other flat in the center of the ring. Valkyrie vaulted over the top rope and caught Demi with a side kick in mid-air. As Demi made it back up to her feet, Valkyrie caught her with a T-Bone Suplex and slammed her back down hard to the mat. Valkyrie took wrist control and pulled Demi up to her feet. With an Irish Whip, Valkyrie sent Demi for the ride to the far side ring ropes. As she sprung back towards the center of the ring, Demi took Valkyrie down with a Front Flip Clothesline. Wasting no time, Demi moved to the top rope and hit Valkyrie with a Split-Legged Moonsault.

VASSA: ”The Drop!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Demi with a lateral press! She has the far leg hooked!!!”

Both wrestlers were fast to their feet but Demi was faster. She went for a Springboard Crossbody, but Valkyrie caught her in mid-air and planted her hard down onto the mat with a Single Leg Spinebuster!

VASSA: ”Allfather Drop!”
JOHNSON: ”Valkyrie hooks the inside leg!”

Valkyrie rolled out of the ring and stood up on the ring apron. Wasting no time, she springboarded over the top rope and hit Demi right in the gut with a Double Stomp. Demi writhed in agony on the mat, trying to move closer to her corner where Royce encouraged her with an extended hand. Valkyrie pulled Demi back to the center of the ring and began Limb Targeted Stomps beginning with Demi’s head, and moving down the right side of her body and then back up the left. Taking wrist control, Valkyrie pulled Demi up to her feet and with no wasted motion, nailed a Sitout Gutwrench Piledriver!

JOHNSON: ”Freyja’s Justice!”
VASSA: ”This one is over!!!”

VASSA: ”What?!?”
JOHNSON: ”Demi Griffin showing an amazing amount of toughness kicking out of that brutal Sitout Gutwrench Piledriver!”
Valkyrie showed visible signs of frustration, so she tagged in JXD to keep from completely losing her cool. Behind her, Demi was making it up to her feet. Sensing this, Valkyrie turned back towards her, then scooped her up and ran her into the far side turnbuckles. Demi slumped as if she were going to fall out, but Valkyrie still had a grip on her and lifted her up over the top ropes to a seated position on the top rope. JXD climbed into the ring. When Royce saw this, he anticipated his partner being double-teamed by Biohazard so he too climbed into the ring. Valkyrie delivered blow after blow to Demi keeping her seated as she climbed up to the top rope to attempt a Superplex. Royce leaped up onto the middle ropes and cinched in tight around Valkyrie’s waist. As he did that, JXD ducked his head between Royce’s legs, attempting to lift him up onto his shoulders. As JXD stood up and lifted Royce’s feet off of the middle ropes, Valkyrie superplexed Demi off of the top rope. Royce nailed Valkyrie with a belly to back suplex off of the middle rope and JXD simply flattened Royce with an Electric Chair. When this happened simultaneously, the capacity crowd inside of the Palace Theatre simply blew the roof off of the place chanting:


JOHNSON: ”You have GOT to be shitting me!!!”
VASSA: ”James Donovan ain’t having fun…til somebody’s dialing 911!!!”
Royce was able to roll out of the ring, and legally tag himself in. As he did, JXD landed a boot to Griffin’s head. JXD climbed through the ring ropes to the ring apron and again laid down a vicious stomp to the back of Royce’s head. JXD moved to pull Royce up to his feet, and Griffin landed a sick European Uppercut as he stood. Still on the ring apron, Royce landed Three Straight Muay Thai Knees.

VASSA: ”The Dentist!”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin might have to be ‘The Mortician’ to finish off Donovan!”
JXD spit a mouthful of blood down onto the arena floor as Griffin hit him with a jawbreaker! JXD fell backwards through the middle and top ropes and as he did, Royce went up onto the top rope. Quickly he leaped and hit JXD hard with Diving Knee Drop.

VASSA: ”Griffin with a pinning combination…”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t believe it!”
Griffin applied a deep Standing Guillotine Choke.

VASSA: ”The diving knee didn’t work and Griffin says: ‘No Problem’!”
JOHNSON: ”I think I see one…”
JXD easily popped his head out of Griffin’s tap-out finisher but as he did, Royce connected with a Flying Knee!

VASSA: ”JXD was just decapitated!”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin hit the RG Knee!!!”

Griffin smacked the mat three times in succession and frustration to show the ref how fast he expected the count to be. Royce pulled JXD up and sent him for the ride with an Irish Whip. As JXD bounced off the ropes back towards the center of the ring, Royce stepped back towards his own corner. Griffin caught JXD and as he lifted Donovan up for a Spinebuster, Demi landed a vicious head kick to JXD and Royce planted him hard with a Spinebuster!

JOHNSON: ”Blackout!!!”

VASSA: ”Impressive debut by Biohazard..but Black Listed has done it one more again!!!.”

“Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B hits the speakers once again as the ref raises Royce and Demi’s arms in victory.

POWERS: ”And here are your winners…BLACK LISTED!!! ”

The scene cuts backstage and we are looking at Shane Borderland, lacing up his boots once again for the Battle Royal tonight. Gabriel Hartman is seen walking up towards Borderland with mic in hand.

HARTMAN: “So Shane Borderland, glad to have you back in 4CW.”
Shane pauses for a second.

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.”
Borderland begins lacing up his boots once again.

HARTMAN: “I was wondering if I could get some words from you before your match?”
Borderland finishes lacing up his boots and leans back up.

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.”
Shane glares towards Hartman.

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!”
Shane takes a deep stare at the camera for a split second and then turns, walking out of the camera’s view. Gabriel Hartman stands there with a confused look on his face.

Inmate 31 is standing in the Gorilla position as he turns his eyes toward the camera. He holds up a fist while sticking a thumb in the air.

He brings his thumb down in a clicking motion as his expression changes.

The cameras quickly cut back to ringside.



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

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”
Niobe appears on stage, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play…
“Now you nightmare comes to life…”
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.

The theater flashes between green, white and orange lights. “The Spicy McHaggis Jig” by Dropkick Murphy hits the speakers…

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring tonight from Dublin, Ireland… Seamus O’CONNOR!!!”
He comes with a shillelagh in one hand. He runs out on stage does a heel click. Before walking to the ring amp up trying to get the crowd to make noise. He steps into the ring and run up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.

“Take a good look at agony
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!!!”
“I never noticed, until I focused
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.

The house lights drop down to a single spotlight as a woman in high heels, pencil skirt and a nice blouse walks out behind a curtain and stands on the small stage. She points toward the double doors near the back of the the theatre as “Tear Away” suddenly strikes up. Three men dressed in white walk through the doors with a man wrapped up in a straight jacket with three hoes in it. They pull up three rods and place them inside the jacket as the man’s face is covered with a mask. The house lights finally come back up as the woman is actually standing in the ring. She holds up a microphone as the three strong men are bringing the monster to the ring.

WARDEN: “Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring from Gotham City mainly Arkham Asylum, he weighs two hundred fifty six pounds and he stands Six feet Six inches tall. He is the “Monster of Fear”, please welcome Inmate 31.”
This monster of a man finally makes it down to the ring. The three orderlies remove their metal rods from inside the jacket. They place the rods down and unhook the jacket. The jacket falls off as Inmate 31 pulls himself up onto the apron. He looks at his Warden before stepping over the ring ropes. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, removes the mask covering his face and tosses toward one of his orderlies. He drops down off the turnbuckle, embraces the Warden and gives her a kiss. She pulls away and slaps him across the face. A sinister smile comes across her face as his eyes turn to a blood shot red. “Tear Away” continues to play as Inmate 31 squats in a corner.

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!”
As each wrestler stands in their corner, the ref stands in the center of the ring with the crowd in the palm of his hand. He looks to each corner and gets the nod before throwing his arm up and signaling for the bell.
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.”
The lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start flickering everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!
Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns to look at the crowd and shakes his head.
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!”
Once at ringside, Xandor Kalel removes the hood from his head and shortly after, the jacket. He then slides into the ring and grabs Seamus by the back of the head with one hand and drives his elbow into it with his other arm. Seamus stumbles forward but quickly turns around. As he does, Xandor connects with a ferocious palm strike to his chest, knocking him across the ring and against the ropes. Xandor then grabs him by the arm and pulls him inward while driving his knee into his stomach. Seamus flips over his knee and falls to his back. Xandor then follows up with a quick elbow drop to the forehead.
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!”
With Borderland in the corner again, Inmate lifts him up and tries to flip him over the top rope. While on top of the ropes, Borderland hangs on with dear life. Inmate keeps at it and fights to overpower Borderland but appears to be at a standstill. Suddenly, Borderland drives his thumbs into Inmate’s eye and manages to force him to ease up. Borderland then kicks him away and drops back down to his feet. Pacing the ring while holding his eye, Inmate opens himself up for attack as Borderland steps in beside him and drops him to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep.
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!!!”
She tosses her hair from side to side before dropping her chain on the ring apron in her corner. She then slides into the ring and pops up to her feet. With only two wrestlers on their feet, she quickly takes notice of Aidan and Niobe going at in the center of the ring. Kirsta then rushes over and grabs Aidan by the head and spins her around. She then kicks her in the stomach, forcing her to lunge over. Kirsta then lifts her up and throws Aidan down to her back with a body slam. Once she hits the mat, Niobe then jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across Aidan’s throat. Kirsta then goes on a rampage and begins to stomp on Aidan while Niobe pushes herself up.
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!!!”
The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers.
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.”
With Borderland up to his feet, Inmate backs him into the corner with body blows. Inmate then winds up and takes a swing for the fences but just before he makes contact, Borderland ducks the punch and grabs him by the head with both hands. He then drops down to his knees, pulling Inmate’s head down and hitting him with a chin buster. Inmate’s head flies backwards as his feet lift off from the canvas, sending him flying to a crash. Borderland then rushes him before he ran even roll over and goes on the assault with kicks to the mid-section. After landing a couple of kicks, Borderland gets stopped as Inmate grabs his foot and pulls him down to the mat. With his ankle in his grasp, Inmate then turns Borderland over and applies an ankle lock. Cranking down on the pressure, Inmate tries to snap his ankle in half as rage overcomes him.
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.

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.”
With Inmate leaning against the ropes, Borderland takes a swing and connects with a right hook to the jaw, stunning him. Before Borderland can take another swing, Xandor rushes him from behind and wraps his arms around his waist. Xandor then lifts him up and plants him into the mat with a German suplex. Before Xandor can even get to his feet, Inmate jumps on his back and tackles him to the mat. Inmate then locks in a sleeper hold and begins to choke the life out of Xandor as he struggles to break free. As he fights, he slowly wears himself down even more. Back to his feet, Borderland shakes off the suplex from moments earlier and locks his eyes on the two at his feet. He then jumps onto Inmate’s back and locks in a sleeper of his own. Applying the pressure, Shane chokes Inmate while he chokes out Xandor.
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!”
Standing to her feet, Roxi paces around Seamus but leaves herself open for attack as Kirsta slams down on the top of her back with a double axe handle. Roxi falls down to one knee from the clubs hammering her down. Kirsta then grabs her by the hair and jerks her head backwards. Looking down into Roxi’s eyes, Kirsta then drops an elbow across her face, sending Roxi to her back. Just as Kirsta pushes herself back up, Aidan locks in a full nelson and then lifts her off the ground before driving her into the mat with a suplex.
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.

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!”
Standing over Roxi, Seamus stomps on her defenseless body, using the ropes as leverage. He then reaches down and grabs her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet. Seamus then wraps his arms around her and lifts her up, tossing her over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Roxi crashes against the mat and rolls to the edge of the ring as Seamus pops up to his feet. Before the can even step towards Roxi, Shane sneaks in from behind and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around. Shane then connects with a hard overhead punch to Seamus’s head, knocking him back a step. Planting his back foot, Seamus then lunges forward and hits Shane with a stiff jab to the mouth. Borderland shakes his head for a moment and rubs his hand across his mouth, smearing blood across the top of his knuckles.
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.

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!”
Kirsta then runs up behind Borderland and kicks him in the back of the knee. Borderland’s leg gives out from under him and he falls backwards to the mat. Kirsta then stomps on his head before he even has a chance to defend himself. She then reaches down and grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Kirsta then wraps her arm around his head and falls back, planting Shane’s head into the canvas with a DDT. Shane then rolls over to his back, holding his forehead and rubbing it. Without hesitation, Kirsta then crawls on top of him and begins to unload with slaps and punches to the face. Shane tries to block them but can only manage to fend off a few.
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.

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.”
In the center of the ring, Roxi and Aidan roll around with each other, throwing punches and pulling hair. Roxi then mounts herself on top and gains position. She then hits Aidan with a couple of punches to the head before pushing herself away and standing to her feet. Roxi then grans Aidan by the air and pulls her up. Out of nowhere, Aidan throws a backhand at Roxi but comes up short as she ducks underneath it. Roxi then kicks her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her. Roxi then grabs her arm and throws her to the ropes. Hitting the ropes hard and coming back with speed, Aidan runs into Roxi who is waiting. Using her momentum, Roxi lifts Aidan off the mat and spins her around before dropping her across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Aidan bounces off and falls to the mat, face first.
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…”
Coming from across the ring, Aidan charges at the two full speed. Once in range, she jumps into the air and drives her shoulder right between Roxi’s shoulders. Roxi falls forward out of control and crashes into Shane. With her momentum, she flips him over the top rope but comes along for the ride as the two fall to the floor.

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.”
“Sin With a Grin” hits the sound system as Aidan leans over the top rope to catch her breath. The ref then steps in beside her and raises her arm in the air for the win.

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.”

Voices are heard coming inside the bathroom as the camera comes close to the door. The door opens as Tidus Howe enters to find Jason Cashe and “Mad Dog” Sullivan standing inside the bathroom like teenagers skipping class. Cashe at the sink washing his hands.

SULLIVAN: “Tidus talk to this man! Please!”
Looking from Sullivan to Cashe, Tidus Howe nods trying to understand the situation, ready to hear what the problem was.

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…”
Hands under the stream of pressure at one of the sinks, the water crashes against his hands as he rubs them together. Reaching up he squirts more liquid soap from the dispenser. He cringes as the small cuts along his knuckles bleed out and he continues to wash, trying to remove the smell from a fart earlier in the night and now the blood he thinks can be washed off.

HOWE: “Let me handle this, thank you Sully. You can leave now. It’s okay, I got this!”
Slowly nodding, “Mad Dog” Sullivan leaves the Tidus and Cashe alone in the bathroom. Tidus moves over to Cashe and puts a hand on his back trying to check in on his client.

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!”
The thought of Cashe being drugged before a Title fight caused chills up Tidus Howe’s spine. He forces Cashe to look his way, Tidus with two handfuls of Cashe’s beard he positions his face and stares into the eyes of “Influence” and they stare back but they stare blankly at Tidus.

HOWE: “You don’t look high, pupils are normal. Listen if you’re not ready to go out there and fight we ca–“
As if startled awake, Cashe shakes off the daze and slaps Tidus across the face. Tidus slaps Cashe back leaving Cashe with a dropped jaw, stunned stare on his face. Quickly slapping TIdus for a second time, Tidus goes to do it again but Cashe catches his swinging hand. Looking down, Cashe looks into his own hand and lifts it up in front of Tidus.

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!?”
Looking around, Cashe almost seems unsure how he got into the bathroom. His hands feeling a little achy, he clinches them before stepping past Howe and heading to the door. After pulling it open, Cashe looks back at Tidus and calls out to his Agent.

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!!”
Issues clearly in the air, Tidus just follows after Jason as they both leave the bathroom and the scene jumps back to ringside where Cashe is headed.



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.”
The opening chords of “Love Me Electric” cut through the theater as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the curtain as The Dirty Devil walks out from behind it.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Dirtyville, California, he is “The Dirty Devil”, Connor GATES!!!”
He raises his hands up from his sides as the crowd cheers him on. He may not be the most popular guy in the world but the crowd connects with him as Connor slides under the bottom rope and rests his forearm on his knee as he looks out over the crowd.
They are already singing along with the music as he stands to his feet and gets to his feet. Walking over and resting one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom rope as he leans forward and yells at the crowd to get them all fired up 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.”
The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps himself a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.
“Coming from that H-Town
Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)
Keep a little bit of
That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)
I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)
Got Platinum round my neck so
Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out
I got TITLES sittin around my waist and
Dog I’m Cashin’ Out
I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck
While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
As his introduction is over, the flow of Krayzie Bone begins and the smoke begins to pour out from the stage around him. He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan and roars out to the crowd ferociously. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. At ringside, he leaps up at the side of the steel stairs, grabbing the ring post and walking alongside the ring apron outside the ropes.
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.
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.”
The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds…
“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!!!”
“I’m out for action what the fuck are y’all about relaxin’?
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!”
With both wrestlers in each corner, Gates turns to the outside of the ring where a member of the ringside crew stands with the leather strap in hand. Gates approaches the ropes and reaches over, grabbing the strap and backing up towards the center of the ring. He then holds it above his head as the theater begins to rumble from the sounds of the crowd. Gates then waves for Hopkins to walk to the center of the ring. He wraps the strap around his wrist and secures it. He then looks over to Cashe and waves for him to come over. Once there, Gates wraps the strap around his wrist and secures it. Before Gates can back away, Hopkins lunges forward and plants his fist into Cashe’s jaw. Cashe stumbles back but gets jerked forward as Hopkins pulls on the strap. Knocking Gates out of the way, Cashe falls towards Hopkins and gets knocked to his back with a short arm lariat.
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!”
Hopkins rolls over to his side and pushes himself up. Turning to the corner, he walks away from Cashe but gets stopped in his tracks as the strap tightens up. He looks back as it jerks his arm and shakes his head, forgetting for the slightest second that he’s connected to it. He then grabs it with both hands and drags Cashe across the mat to the corner. Once there, he turns back to Cashe only to find him up to his feet and charging towards him. Cashe tackles Hopkins into the corner, slamming his back against the turnbuckle. Cashe then unloads with a series of body shots at close range, beating on Hopkins ribcage. Turning him around, Cashe grabs Hopkins by the head and slams it forward, face first into the top of the turnbuckle. Hopkins barely holds himself up with the ropes as Cashe turns away and walks off. Before getting too far, Cashe then turns around and grabs onto the strap and pulls it quickly, ripping Hopkins away from the corner and down to the mat.
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.”
Hopkins pulls Cashe up from the mat and positions himself behind him. He then wraps his arms around Cashe’s waist and goes to lift him up but gets stopped as Cashe throws an elbow back, connecting right in the side of his face. Hopkins keeps his hands locked around Cashe and shakes off the hit to the head. He then goes to lift Cashe up again but catches another elbow to the side of the head. Cashe then breaks the hands apart from around his waist and reverses the hold, positioning himself behind Hopkins. Cashe then throws a forearm over the back of Hopkins head. Hopkins stumbles forward but doesn’t get far before Cashe grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him close. Cashe then opens his mouth with that toothless grin and leans over, biting Hopkins on the shoulder. With the gap in the middle of his smile from the front two teeth missing, Cashe looks up into the camera while biting down on Hopkins with a look of enjoyment in his eyes.
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!”
With Cashe on his stomach, Hopkins stands over his back with the strap in both hands. Hopkins then reaches down and wraps it around his head, trying to loop it around his throat. Resisting, Cashe bites down on the strap but when he does, Hopkins pulls back on it. Pulling Cashe’s head back, Hopkins pulls with all his strength, trying to bend Cashe’s body in half. With the strap digging in the corners of his mouth, Cashe finds a burst of energy and begins to push himself up. Hopkins then sits down on his back in an attempt to keep him down but doesn’t as Cashe continues to slowly get up. Hopkins then lays on top of him but continues to pull at his head with the strap. Cashe finally makes it to his feet with Hopkins on his back and stands straight up, ignoring thepain from the strap digging into the corners of his mouth. Cashe then reaches back with both hands and grabs ahold of Hopkins. He then flips him over his head and to his back, freeing his head from the strap.
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.”
Cashe gets back to his feet and reaches down for Hopkins. Cashe then pulls him up to his feet but gets caught off guard as Hopkins reaches up with both hands and grabs him by the head. Hopkins then drops to both knees and pulls Cashe’s head down, hitting him with a chin buster and knocking him into the corner. With Cashe in the corner, stunned, Hopkins takes his time getting up, using it for a moment to get a quick rest. He then takes a few quick steps towards Cashe and lumps into the air at him. Planting his feet into Cashe’s stomach and grabbing him by the head with both hands, Hopkins rolls backwards, pulling Cashe along for the ride. Once Hopkins hits the mat, he flips Cashe over and kicks him into the air, sending him across the ring with a monkey flip. Before Cashe hits the canvas, the strap tightens and stops him in mid air while jerking at Hopkins arm. Cashe hits the mat as Hopkins releases a grunt from the pain of having his arm pulled suddenly.
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!”
Cashe and Hopkins look down as Gates for a moment who is down and in a daze from the haymaker. They then look to each other but Cashe makes the first move and jabs him in the throat. Cashe then grabs the strap with both hands and positions himself behind Hopkins. He then loops the strap around Hopkins throat and drags him across the ring while choking him. Once at the ropes, Cashe forces Hopkins over the top rope but keeps the strap around his throat. As Hopkins falls over the side, he stops in mid-air before his feet can come down on the floor. Hanging by the strap, Hopkins tries to pull it away from his throat as Cashe chokes the life out of him.

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!”
With Hopkins hanging over the side of the ring, Cashe keeps the strap tight around his throat, refusing to let him get any breaths of fresh air. Hopkins fighting slowly begins to fade as each second passes.

VASSA: ”Gates it back up!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s he going to do?!?!”
Gates quickly takes notice to Cashe hanging Hopkins over the side of the ring. He then rushes in and tries to pull the strap away from Hopkins throat. Not getting anywhere, he then begins to untie the strap from Cashe’s wrist. Cashe ignores him and continues to choke Hopkins who has almost passed out from the lack of oxygen. Gates finally unties the strap from Cashe’s wrist and then lays a devastating punch into Cashe’s ear.

As the punch lands, Cashe lets go of the strap and Hopkins falls to the floor. Holding his ear, Cashe backs away from the ropes and then turns his back to them as the ringing in his ears grow louder. Gates then steps in behind him and reaches over his shoulder and grabs his arm. He then pulls Cashe’s arm across his neck and then lifts him up in a reverse fireman’s carry.

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.”
Gates then falls to a sitting position while flipping Cashe over and driving his head into the canvas with an argentine piledriver.

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!”
Khris Young then storms out from the back and rushes to the announcers booth on the entrance stage. He yells for Mike Powers to sound the bell.

JOHNSON: ”I guess that’s it! Our general manager, Khris Young, has ordered Mike Powers to signal the bell.”
Gates looks up at the entrance stage and holds his arms to the side as if asking what was going on. A smirk then comes over his face as he looks to the mat where Cashe is still out cold. On the outside, Hopkins finally begins to show signs of life but is still down and barely out of it.

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 then pulls out a microphone as he stares down at the ring in displeasure.

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.”
The crowd erupts with cheers as those last words roll off Young’s tongue. Gates looks over the crowd with a grin on his face. He then looks down at Cashe who is still out and Hopkins on the outside who is still down in a daze.

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 then raises the mic back to his lips as the sounds of the crowd turn to a silence.

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!”

The crowd erupts again with cheers as the announcement is made. Gates nods his head while soaking in the sounds of the fans going crazy inside of the theater. With both Cashe and Hopkins still out, he paces around the ring with that grin still on his face as those last words from Young begin to settle.

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!”
The camera then cuts to Young who is staring at the ring with an angry look on his face. He then backs towards the entrance but locks eyes with Gates once more. The fans inside of the theater go crazy as the entire place rumbles. And with that, the scene slowly fades out and we get ready to make our way south to Atlanta, Georgia.