ADRENALINE E22 (034)



ADRENALINE E22 (034)
THE TABERNACLE [ATLANTA, GEORGIA]
APRIL 8TH, 2015

UNDERCARD
STEEL CAGE MATCH

CONNOR GATES VS. JASON CASHE
w/ JAIR HOPKINS AS GUEST COMMENTARY

JOHNSON: “Alrighty folks, nothing like a little switch-up on the fly. What was at one point set as the Main Event of the evening here, we get to see it a little sooner.”

VASSA: “A little? It’s gone from Main to the Opener here in Atlanta. These fans are loving the hell out of it too! Bloodshed early, ain’t nothing wrong with that!”

JOHNSON: “And thankfully in a few moments, we’ll have a very special guest sitting beside us here throughout the contest. Your’s truly, the 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins!”

VASSA: “I’m gonna test the Champ mentally too. No softcore questions.”

The cage is down and locked into place as there are two referees in attendance at ringside. One inside the ring and one on the outside where the door is. The Atlanta crowd is ready for action as Mike Powers gets on the microphone.

POWERS: “The first match of the evening is a STEEL CAGE match and the only way to win is by pinfall or by escaping the cage!”

The opening chords of “Love Me Electric” cut through the theater as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the curtain as The Dirty Devil walks out from behind it. He raises his hands up from his sides as the crowd cheers him on. He may not be the most popular guy in the world but the crowd connects with him as Connor gives the steel cage structure a long, deep stare. He walks slowly, the look in his eyes, this was his playground. Smiling from ear to ear, he makes his way up the steel steps as the door is open. He makes his way inside as the aura of being inside the steel cage has him steadily with a smile on his face, not letting it fade.

POWERS: “Introducing first to the ring, hailing from Dirtyville, California, weighing at two hundred twenty eight pounds, standing six feet, two inches … “The Dirty Devil” CONNOR GATES!!!”

They are already singing along with the music as he walks 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 through the cage, getting them all fired up for the ass kicking he is about to deliver to one, Jason Cashe.

JOHNSON: ”Connor Gates, fired up, ready to go. The blood has been brewing and now with Connor’s involvement, it has gotten even more interesting as we’ve seen over the past several shows.”

VASSA: “Yeah, after the last time we seen these two, Connor was special reffing the title match for Hopkins and Cashe. Things really got turned up a notch. Connor tonight has a chance to takedown Cashe and really make a powerful statement.”

JOHNSON: “He already defeated Hopkins and tonight if he does defeat Cashe, it’ll be two more steps forward Gates.”

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

LEGEND

I got TITLES sittin around my waist and

Dog I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck

While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)

LEGEND

Rolling with a broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

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 stands right at the entrance as he eyes Connor.

He then dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd.

”RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! GO TIME!”

Removing his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant he drops it out to the Referee official outside at the cage door as he drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.

VASSA: “The camera just got a close-up look at Cashe, you can see the intent in his eyes. Just as he said … It’s “Go Time”. He’s ready to use this steel cage and grate some facial peelings.”

The official on the outside closes the door to the cage as the badmouthing begins between the two contestants. Both step up into each other’s faces.

JOHNSON: “These two are ready to get going, but we are supposed to be joined by Jair Hopkins.”

VASSA: “I really could care less, I’m ready to see this battle ensue.”

Just then as it seems the two are about to begin, “Fate” by Ces Cru bangs and blares through the Tabernacle Theatre as the huge uproar begins, distracting the two men in the ring with Hopkins appearance at the top of the ramp, with the title on his shoulder. Slowly making his way down, he slaps a few of the fans hands as he makes his way around the cage. He stops and glares at Cashe as he says something. Cashe walks over towards the cage, turning his back on Gates as he chews back at Hopkins with some words of his own before suddenly hulking up and ‘sniping’ Hopkins in the face with a ‘lugie’ to which the crowd echoes loudly with boos for that.

JOHNSON: “Now that was totally uncalled for!”

VASSA: “Actually, it was called for. Hopkins is the one who yapped at Cashe first. That’s what he gets!”

Hopkins just decided to nod his head, wiping his face as he walked on off, heading towards the announcer’s table. Cashe laughed only to get caught from behind with a powering clothesline from Gates as he collapsed into the steel cage. The bell finally rings as Connor bangs on Cashe with lefts and rights.

DING!!! DING!!!

Meanwhile Hopkins finally grabs his headset and sits as he looks to enjoy the “spectator view”.

VASSA: “Need a napkin, Champ?”

JOHNSON: “If he winds up stinging you with a hard right, don’t sit there and wonder why.”

Hopkins remained quiet on that question by Vinny as he tuned into the action as Connor had now grabbed Cashe, looking to take him over with a suplex but Cashe blocked his attempt, not once but twice as he in turn sent a stiff fist into the gut of Connor Gates before being the one to throw him over with a suplex. Cashe pops up with onto his feet as he is up a few seconds quicker than Gates. Cashe runs and inserts his left boot into the face of Gates as he was on his way back up.

JOHNSON: “Cashe with a hard boot right to the face of Gates.”

VASSA: “Cashe branding his name on Connor’s skull with that boot. Damn!”

Cashe lifts Gates up and sends him flying into the far right corner as Cashe goes running and leading in with a leaping splash but Connor escapes out of the corner at the last second, leaving Cashe going in chest-first. Connor turns around as Cashe had bounced off the corner turnbuckle, he dropped Cashe from behind with a neckbreaker. Connor wasted no time in laying a few boots into Cashe before picking him up. Connor stands him up and just as he does that, he rocks Cashe with a solid, well-placed elbow to the face. Cashe backpedals as Connor grabs him by the arm before throwing him into the ropes as Cashe comes on the rebound. Connor is bent over, expecting for what would’ve been an over-the-back body drop but Cashe had other plans as he drove and hit Connor with a lifting knee right to the face again. Connor a bit dazed led to Cashe quickly grabbing him and taking him down flush with a belly-to-belly suplex.

JOHNSON: “Cashe is clearly in control right now here at the beginning of this match.”

HOPKINS: “Connor will bounce back, trust.”

VASSA: “Connor gonna get a concussion if he keeps getting hit in the head with knees and boots.”

With Connor face-down on the mat, Cashe takes his opportunity to go to the far corner as he looks up. Latching his fingers in the holes of the steel cage, he goes to climb, using the ropes for assistance, but he doesn’t make it far before Connor is up to grab his leg, preventing him from climbing any further. Cashe kicks Gates off of him, but Connor is right back to grab, this time with more force as he yanks Cashe from the cage. Cashe falls to a short distance down to one knee, which gave Connor an opening in which he delivered a “crushing” flying knee to the head of Cashe, returning the favor from Cashe’s attack early on. Cashe had gone to the floor after that shot but Connor lifted him back up onto his feet as he looked to deliver a straight right but Cashe blocks it and in turn grabs that right hand of Connor’s as he goes from behind. He then delivers a hard lariat to the back of Connor’s head as he goes down to both knees. Cashe grabs Connor as he then knees him in the gut on the ropes before sending him to the other side of the ring. Connor comes back catching Cashe with a stiff clothesline.

JOHNSON: ”Connor Gates looking to turn things around here.”

HOPKINS: “Connor needs to keep to one pace and just take Cashe off his game. If he can do that, he can win this.”

VASSA: “Cashe cannot let this guy catch a rhythm.”

Cashe feeling that one for sure as he managed to get back up but Connor was there to shove him back-first into the corner turnbuckle. Connor delivered a rushing set of quick blows that featured both elbows, fists and knees to the midsection of Cashe. Connor backs up as he lets out a loud roar, he dashes with full speed towards Cashe, who’s reeling from that quick serving of combos moments ago. Connor winds up eating a turnbuckle pad as Cashe not only moved out of the way but slid a foot in, causing Connor to fall face-first into the corner. Cashe drops down a heavy boot onto the back of Gates as he goes and drags him to the center of the ring before posting both of Gate’s legs up in the air. Stomps down on Connor’s jewels as all is legal but the crowd is in an uproar over that. Cashe smiles, taking it in while Connor is now in a curled-up position.

HOPKINS: “Cashe, I swear he will get that lightning strike sent down on him one of these days.”

JOHNSON: “That was just terrible. Cashe didn’t really need to do that. What’s his point?”

VASSA: “What’s his point? To win! Do what is needed to achieve victory, that includes stomping out one’s prized “jewels”. The Dirty Devil now has some flat jewels after that. It’s all legal if you haven’t realized. Cashe can do whatever he wants!”

Cashe laughs as he drops his boots down once again, this time on the knees of Gates as Gates did his best to roll out of the way from further damage. Cashe lets out a psychotic laugh as he embraces the chorus of boos thrown his way. He grabs Connor by his hair as he pulls him up to his knees. Cashe goes to blast Connor with a sharp left striking punch in the face as Connor goes rocking backwards but it doesn’t stop Connor from landing one of his own as he caught Cashe again in the gut. You can hear Cashe grunt a bit from that as he strikes Connor with another straight punch. Connor comes back with another stinger as this time it affects Cashe as he stumbles back slightly. Connor gets up to his feet finally as Cashe comes in for a strike but Connor blocks it and connects with an uppercut that sends Cashe flying backwards, exposing his back to Connor, who takes advantage with a high knee to the lower back of Cashe. Connor turns Cashe around, double under-hooking Cashe’s arms as he delivered a crushing Butterfly Suplex. Cashe was down face-first as Connor turned him over and mounted him immediately as he delivered some slashing elbow shots to Cashe’s face. Connor then transitioned into an armbar as he managed to grab the left arm. Cashe immediately tried to roll to gain a bit of an advantage but Connor kept him down, dropping the back heel of his boot into the chest of Cashe.

JOHNSON: “Connor Gates with that armbar locked on strong.”

HOPKINS: “Another important part for Connor’s succession, keeping Cashe on the ground. Applying submissions will lead to a victory.”

VASSA: “Be real Hopkins, you don’t care if Connor wins, do you?”

HOPKINS: “Actually I do care, I want to see how far he can go. He took me down, I want to see if he can do it to the former.”

Connor kept it locked on as he tried his best to “disconnect” Cashe’s arm from out of the socket. Wrenching it backwards in awkward directions, he was hoping for a tap somewhere but Cashe wasn’t about to die-off like this. He fought it out too. Taking all that Connor could give before attempting roll over once again, this time he managed to fold Connor up, although he still had it locked on. Jason was on one knee and was looking to power his way onto both feet. Connor Gates seemed to be readying himself for one hell of a ride as Cashe had that look on his face. Cashe dropped Connor Gates right on the back of his head with a driving bomb as he managed to get his arm back, out of release of the tight armbar. Connor rolled over, feeling his head hit the canvas hard. Cashe took long, deep breaths as he was leaning on the ropes, trying to re-gather himself. Connor rolls to his knee, using the assist of ropes. Cashe sees him and makes his way towards him but Connor spots him and a shot to the Kidney is where Connor’s punch lands, leading to Cashe to ‘double over’. Connor led the way with a standing high knee that was followed by back-handed chops across the chest that got the fans involved with their “Woo!” chants with each strike. Five strikes landed and Cashe chest was looking red. Connor then went for a vertical suplex as he took Cashe over before pinning him.

ONE

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TWO–KICKOUT!!!

Cashe kicking out led to a little frustration from Connor as he slowly rose back up onto his feet. He grabbed Cashe, pulling him by his hair as he put Cashe in a headlock, for what looked to be a DDT or some other maneuver. He tried to lift Cashe but Cashe blocked it. He tried again and the same result occurred. Cashe lifted Connor up with Connor’s grip still around his head. Cashe was able to push Connor off as he landed on his feet. Cashe ran and took him down with another clothesline. He immediately lifts him up onto his feet as he wastes no time in putting him in a headlock of his own. He adds to the headlock of giving his man a “noogie” with his tights as Cashe yells out something before taking and ramming Connor’s head straight into the steel cage, holding it there as Cashe looked through the cage, glaring at the 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins, yelling towards him with the words “YOU SEE THIS HOPKINS!!! THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU!!!” The fans boo but Hopkins takes it as a joke, cracking a smile.

HOPKINS: “Doing things like this is why he isn’t Champion no longer. I took advantage of those opportunities.”

Cashe steadily glares at Hopkins as he shoots a quick smile. He still has Connor’s head pressed against the cage before choosing to unleash his signature “Mark of J.A.S.O.N” on the back of Connor’s skull, creating a nice gash on the forehead as Connor falls limp to the canvas. Cashe goes and pins Gates, looking to be victorious.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “How did…How did he kick out of that?”

VASSA: “I don’t know but I do know from the look on Cashe’s face, he’s not one bit happy right now. It supposed to be over with right there!”

HOPKINS: “All about heart, man. The fight in the dog and right now, Connor Gates is that dog. Not a good look on his face though but hell, important thing is he kicked out!”

JOHNSON: “Question now is how much do he have left?”

Connor kicking out looked to slightly annoy Cashe as he sat upright on the canvas. Jason Cashe nodding his head as he got up. He lifts Connor up onto his feet as well as he landed several quick, dashing punches to the forehead of that gash. Blood smeared all over his knuckles, he backhands Connor across the face before hitting him with a strong-armed lariat that wasn’t once, nor twice, but three times he dropped Connor to which Connor stayed down on the third. Connor slowly took his time as he got to his feet, stumbling but still. He saw Cashe go behind him and set him up for what looked to be a high-angled back suplex but Connor has other plans, dropping out of Cashe’s grasp as he got Cashe with a German suplex along with a bridging pin.

JOHNSON: “Connor with the surprise German suplex there. He could have it here!”

ONE

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TWO…KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Not quite done yet, Connor. Cashe still has more to offer!”

Cashe kicking out, still full of fight in him. Connor, quick to his feet jolts towards Cashe with a huge burst of energy as he knees Cashe before landing a few flush kicks to the legs of Cashe, looking to weaken them. Cashe pushes him off as Connor wants more. He gets exactly that with Cashe spinning and decking Connor with a discus clothesline. Connor backpedals into the ropes from the huge blast but rebounds back towards Cashe dropping him with a nice dropkick. Cashe goes down but comes back up but Connor’s already onto the other rope, bouncing off as he connects flush with his signature “Dirt Nap”, a Shining Wizard that left Cashe lying in the center of the ring. The fans loving it, cheering loudly for the Dirty Devil as he looks down towards Cashe. He goes ahead and walks over to the cage wall, choosing to climb and ascend to the top as there was a mixed reaction from the crowd for that.

JOHNSON: “What on Earth is he doing?”

HOPKINS: “I think that’s a clear mistake here for Connor. The door is right there!”

VASSA: “How funny would it be if Cashe woke up out of his slumber and managed to escape through the door, therefore beating Connor before he even gets to the top?”

Connor does make it to the top of the cage as he is breathing quite heavy, blood all down his face. He looking all around as Cashe was quickly stirring. The crowd chanting his name as he sat at the top of the cage. Cashe lunged forward onto the cage, rattling it as Connor began to shake at the top. Cashe leaped onto the top rope as he clinged onto Connor’s leg. Connor tried to kick him off but Cashe wasn’t going anywhere. He managed to find his way at the top as both men were now at the top of the cage.

JOHNSON: “Dangerous, dangerous height. Both men feeling gassed and who knows what will happen next.”

VASSA: ”Connor could’ve easily been out of the steel cage by now if he just went through the damn door.”

Cashe and Connor traded blows as both men received reaction with each blow delivered. Cheers and boos back and forth as it was slow and then they sped up along with the speed of the punches thrown. Cashe got the last shot in that stunned Connor good. Connor was slung to the side, as if he was a drunk mess. Cashe moved, positioning himself better for the next move. Cashe looked down as he continued to move. Swinging down and now on the inside of the cage again, Cashe tries to pull Connor back inside as well as he puts on a tight headlock. Connor follows as both men were now on the top rope. Connor fought out of Cashe’s headlock as he banged Cashe’s head against the steel quite a few times before grabbing his head and with no hesitation, he managed to superplex Cashe as the crowd went wild. Connor crawled into position for the cover as he laid just his left arm across the chest of Cashe as the ref counted.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Wow, SO close there! Connor Gates is pulling out all the stops. Not usually the one seen doing high-risk manuevers but there’s no better time than now to pull out all the stops.”

VASSA: “Definitely, a shocking sight but mannn, what a thump! Connor needed to be a little quicker to the cover, as well as locking it in better. Probably would’ve been a three count!”

HOPKINS: “All I can say is that I’m enjoying this. One thing I will say about Cashe, he’s one tough son of a bitch to keep down for the count. Just when you think you’ve got him, he’ll kick out and leave you a bit clueless of what to do next!”

The tension grows even tighter as Connor looks at the ref, preaching that it should’ve been a three. Looking over at Cashe who is sucking down air to regenerate energy, he lies there for a bit. Connor is up to his feet with the use of the ropes as he reaches down to grab Cashe. Cashe is up onto his feet as Connor looks him in the eyes and says something. An elbow is followed up as he is on the attack. Cashe delivers a headbutt to interject Connor’s offense as he sends Connor down yet again with a Cobra Clutch Lift Slam. Cashe lifts Connor back up as he takes him and slings him into the ropes. Expecting Connor to come back to him never happens. Connor hangs onto the ropes as he signals for Cashe to come towards him. Cashe does just that as he runs towards him. Doing so, somehow Connor managed to lift Cashe up as if performing a flapjack and in doing that, he just shot Cashe face-first into the steel cage as you can hear the “Ooh’s” from the impact. Cashe is down as he feels his face, looking at his fingers to see that blood was drawn. He licks it, nodding his head with a sick look.

JOHNSON: “That is pure disgusting.”

VASSA: “It’s his way of checking his level, think of it like checking your engine oil. The look on Cashe’s face is pretty simple, it’s time to end it.”

Cashe is up and as he stares down at his opponent who tugs lightly on his pants, Cashe brings Gates up the rest of the way as he rams Gates back-first into the cage hard repeatedly. Connor almost falls to the canvas but Cashe prevents that from happening, instead he props him up in the corner before backing up a few steps. He crashes into the corner as he hits Connor successfully with his double knee shot to the face, stunning Gates. He grabs him and places him upside down, “Tree Of Woe” style as Cashe once again backs up, he points his finger as if shooting a gun before running for what looked to be a Cannonball but in mid rotation, somehow Connor managed to block Cashe’s attempt with a foot to the back, spine area as Cashe drops to the canvas. Connor fights to get off of his head and back onto his feet. He manages to do that after a few minutes. Cashe was still curled up in a ball after that stiff boot to the spine. Connor grabs Cashe once again by his hair as he takes Cashe up over his head, on his shoulders as the audience yelled loud as they knew what time it was, Connor looked to deliver the “Dirty Driver” . He show struggle as Cashe delivered elbow after elbow to the left eardrum. Cashe fell down behind Connor as he leaped up and took Connor down with him with the “U.T.I” putting what looked to be the final nail in the coffin. Cashe, made his way as he crawled onto Connor for the cover. The fans boo once again filled the theatre.

VASSA: “That’s it! Party is over for The Dirty Devil!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

POWERS: “And your winner by pinfall …JASON CASSHHEEE!!!”

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

JOHNSON: “What a hell of an opener here by Gates and Cashe.”

VASSA: “Indeed, to start this show off in this fashion tells me it’s going to be even better throughout the rest of the evening!”

As “Cashin’ Out” plays, Hopkins nodded to the commentators as he went to stand up.

HOPKINS: “It’s been an honor and a blast to sit with two of the best but it’s time I take off. Got a little business to take care of!”

Hopkins takes off his headset as he leaves his seat and walks away from the table, although leaving his title there at the announcer’s table.

JOHNSON: “Hey Champ … Your title?!”

Hopkins was far off as he looked at the two men inside the cage, pretty much both very fatigued. Hopkins goes to the side of the cage they were on as he began climbing the steel cage, the fans began to cheer although unsure of what the hell was about to go down.

JOHNSON: “What the heck is he doing?”

VASSA: “Didn’t you just hear him say he’s got some business to take care of? Obviously his business is what’s inside that steel cage.”

Hopkins continues his climb as the referee officials on the outside bark at Hopkins to descend back down the cage but he wasn’t listening. Hopkins finally reaches the top of the cage as he manages to stand tall at the top, holding onto one of the braces on the cage.

VASSA: “He might not even make it to South Beach Brawl. He’s going to do something stupid here and the fans are going to eat it up like M&M’s.”

JOHNSON: “We’ve taken notice that Hopkins has a bit of a crazy side to him as we’ve seen in some flashes during his match but I must admit, this is suicide. What the heck is he about to do from up there?”

Their answer would soon be answered as Hopkins carefully looked down. Cashe was over top of Gates, still down and out, a little bit of movement but not much. Hopkins turns reverse as his back was now facing the inside of the cage. The cameras got as close as they could zoomed in as they captured him with his eyes closed, a heavy prayer before deciding to flip off backwards, in which he drilled both feet into the back of Cashe although getting Gates in the process, hitting a very high, high version of his OMFG! The fans absolutely went nuts from seeing that. Hopkins seemed to hurt himself in the process as he flopped along inside the ring after impact like a fish out of the water. He was holding his knee as the referees unlocked the cage door, entering to check on all three men, especially Hopkins.

VASSA: “What an idiot? He just jeopardized the one thing that gave him the title for what? Silly revenge?”

JOHNSON: “Well hopefully he is alright but WOW, that was quite the scene. We’ll be right back folks!”

Cameras appear just outside of the door that leads into the boiler room. A sign reading “DO NOT ENTER” is plastered on the door as Britney Saunders, member of the Atlanta News interview team, is standing there rather confused.

SAUNDERS: ”Why did Gabriel send me here? There is nothing here. Is this some kind of newbie prank or something?”

The door opens slightly as a head peaks out from behind it. The camera pans up to show Inmate 31 with just his face paint inside a completely dark room. Britney jumps backwards as he speaks.

INMATE 31: ”Tonight, a monster is unleashed upon 4 Corners Wrestling. Tonight, one man becomes the first of many victims to fall. Tonight marks the night when everything you think you know gets flipped upside down. Tonight, answers will be revealed and questions will be raised. No matter what happens, you can count one thing.”

SAUNDERS: ”What’s that?”

Inmate looks at the very timid rookie interviewer and screams in her ear.

INMATE 31: ”A PSYCHO COMETH!”

With that being said, the door slams shut as Britney is left more confused than ever before.

UNDERCARD
ANDREW MORRISON VS. INMATE 31

“Indestructible” by Disturbed bits the speakers at the theatre fades to black. A blood red spotlight turns on and we see Andrew Morrison. He walks toward the ring, with the blood red light continuously shining on him. He then stands on top of the steel steps and raises his arms up as if to receive praise as the normal lights come on in the theatre.

POWERS: ”Entering the ring, residing from Houston, Texas, he is “The Antichrist”, Andrew MMOORRRRIISSOONN!!!”

Andrew then enters the ring and waits for his next victim.

The theatre lights drop down as…

“A company

Always on the run

A destiny

Oh it’s the rising sun

I was born

A shotgun in my hands

Behind the gun

I’ll make my final stand, yeah!”

…is sung through the sound system. A pause happens for a few seconds as an old cinema style countdown clock appears on the screen. Right before it reaches one…

“And that’s why they call me”

…gets said very softly as the audience doesn’t seem to be all that thrilled. Soft purple lights shine in front of the stage entrance as the music gets turned up full blast after…

“Bad Company”

…rings through the speakers. Two giant men walk through the curtains hanging there and stands on the stage with no real emotions on their faces. The one on the right is wearing torn jean shorts with hardly anything covering his feet while the other is dressed for an all out war.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied to the ring by Shamrock, from the Fragile Minds Mental Facility in Nova Scotia, Canada. He stands six feet six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred fifty six pounds. He is 4 Corners Wrestling resident head case, INMATE 31″

Inmate 31 and his large friend Shamrock starts walking down the ramp as the rest of “Bad Company” continues to echo through the theatre sound system. Inmate 31 and his pal reach the bottom of the ramp as …

“Eye for an eye

Tooth for a tooth

Blood for blood

We’ve all gotta die

We’ve all gotta die”

…is spoken. A slick smirk comes across the painted lips of Inmate 31 as he slides into the ring. Shamrock stays on the arena floor as Inmate 31 steps up onto a turnbuckle and begins to unsnap his bulletproof vest. The straps are off as he drops it to the ground. Tattoo covered arms are finally visible as Inmate 31 hops down. He crouches down in the corner as he mouths “Click” while holding his thumb up. He pushes it down a little while mouthing “doomsday.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Andrew Morrison and Inmate 31 square each other up in the middle of the ring before locking up to an early shower of cheers from 4CW fans. Short power-struggle ensues between the two wrestlers, with Inmate 31 finally coming up with the upper hand. He swings Andrew Morrison into the ropes but instead of bouncing off of them, Morrison wraps one of his arms around the top rope and instead flips to the outside of the ring. He brushes aside his hair as a sick smile swallows up his face. BAM! Inmate baseball slides under the bottom rope and delivers a kick to Morrison’s faces sending him stumbling backwards. Not wasting any time, Inmate grabs Morrison by the hair and drives his skull into the edge of the ring. POW! Before Morrison can recover and counter, he’s sent crashing into the steel guard rail back first. CRASH! He bucks up in pain, hanging onto the guard rail for support as the nearby fans try to reach out for him. Meanwhile, Inmate 31 has manged to make his way to the time keeper and grabs the steel chair he was sitting on. Folding it up, Inmate heads back towards his opponent. BAM! Out of nowhere Andrew Morrison comes from around the ring and lunges towards his opponent spearing him down to the ground with Inmate still holding onto the steel chair. The crowd explodes again.

VASSA: “This one is going to be a damn barn burner!”

JOHNSON: “I think I must agree with you on this one.”

VASSA: “Give me blood! Ha ha ha!”

JOHNSON: “I hate blood.”

As Inmate 31 tries to slowly pick himself up, Andrew Morrison reaches under the ring while kneeling and pulls out what seems like a potato sack. He unties it and reaches in, fishing out a smaller sack that he holds out in front of him while sickly smiling into the camera. He sends the sack flying over the top rope and into the ring, and as it lands it opens up, spilling what seems like hundreds of tacks. CRACK! Inmate 31 delivers a chair shot to Morrison’s skull but he just rises from the kneeling position, a sick smile still on his face, and encourages his proponent to give it another shot. Inmate 31 swings the chair again but this time Morrison catches it mid-air and delivering a thundering kick to Inmate’s midsection, rips the chair out of his grasp. BAM! Morrison now delivers a chair shot to his opponent’s dome, sending him down to one knee. BAM! Morrison drives the steel chair across Inmate’s back as he goes down grabbing his back in pain. Tossing the chair to the side, Andrew Morrison goes fishing into the potato sack once again, this time pulling out a steel pipe. He raises it in the air for all the fans to see as they explode in a united cheer. BAM! Morrison drives the steel pipe into Inmate’s stomach just as he was about to get back up to his feet, sending him back down.

VASSA: “Back and forth, back and forth! I love it!”

JOHNSON: “I hope that no one gets seriously hurt.”

VASSA: “That’s the point of extreme rules match, you idiot!”

JOHNSON: “Did you just…”

Andrew Morrison lifts Inmate 31 off the floor and rolls him back inside the ring. He rolls back in himself and spreads the tacks across the ring more evenly. He then grabs Inmate 31 and brings him up to a standing position. Morrison tries for a suplex but Inmate is able to hold his ground. Morrison tries again, and again Inmate holds his ground as he doesn’t let his opponent lift him up. Somewhat frustrated, Morrison gives it another go but Inmate quickly reverses into a snap suplex as both superstars go crashing down on top of the tacks. BOOM! The ring shakes from the impact. They writhe in pain for a few seconds as the tacks get driven into their bodies, before suddenly sitting up in unison, both with sick smiles on their face. The fans are delighted at what they are seeing so far and continue to cheer on the two wrestlers. They spring back up to their feet and begin to trade punches turning the contest into a boxing match with the fans screaming on top of their lungs. The onslaught continues for a while until both men grow exhausted and slow down. Inmate 31 changes up the tactics and grabbing Morrison by the arm, swings him into the ropes. As he bounces off of them and comes back towards Inmate, he gets brought down with a ring thundering spinebuster back on top of the tacks. BOOM! The tacks due more damage to Morrison’s body as Inmate goes for the cover…

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VASSA: “If Inmate thinks that this all that it’s going to take Morrison down, he’s in for a surprise. ”

JOHNSON: “I think it’s going to be a battle to the end by both men.”

VASSA: “I can’t blame them. We all want to win… at some point. Ha ha ha!”

JOHNSON: “One thing is sure, someone’s bad streak will end tonight.”

Andrew Morrison kicks out without much of a problem, but before he can muster a move, Inmate 31 pops back up to his feet and viciously begins to stomp away on his downed opponent. He then kneels down and unloads a barrage of fists to Morrison’s face, before dragging him up by hair to a standing position. Morrison leans against the ropes as Inmate swings himself into the ropes on the opposite side and comes back charging towards his opponent. Morrison reacts on intuition and manages to pull down the top rope sending his opponent flying over it and to the outside of the ring. SPLAT! Inmate lands hard onto the mats outside the ring as Morrison stumbles out of the ring. He grabs Inmate and pulling him up sends him flying into the steel steps. CRASH! Inmate goes full force into the steps with his shoulder and topples them over. Morrison searches out the steel pipe from before and dashes at Inmate who is trying to get back up. BAM! Morrison drives the pipe into Inmates head as he goes down to one knee. BAM! Morrison delivers another shot with the steel pipe to his opponent’s head as Inmate goes down to two knees. BAM! One more shot by Morrison sends Inmate to the mats and opens up him as blood begins to trickle down his forehead. The packed crowd reacts with an explosion of loud cheers as Morrison lets the pipe out of his hand and goes down to attempt a cover…

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VASSA: “Inmate is cut open but Morrison needs to do some more damage to keep him down.”

JOHNSON: “Those were some vicious blows.”

VASSA: “And Inmate ate them for dinner. Ha ha ha!”

JOHNSON: “How much can these superstars take?”

Inmate is able to kick out as the fans nag the superstars on. Andrew Morrison gets up to his feet, his back sprinkled in droplets of blood here and there from the tacks, some still stuck in his skin, and makes his way around the ring. He throws up the apron and reaches under the ring pulling out two tables and a ladder. Inmate stumbles around the ring in search of his opponent but before any damage can be dealt, Morrison grabs him by the head and drives it into the steel guard rail. POW! Once again. POW! He then grabs Inmate and brings him down with a huge DDT. SPLAT! Inmate’s face gets driven into the mats. Morrison stammers back to his feet and slides one of the tables inside the ring, while setting the other one up outside of the ring. He then takes the ladder and slides it inside the ring as well. He goes over to Inmate who’s back on his feet and rears back for a punch, but Inmate blocks it and delivers a punch of his own. Another slug fest breaks out as neither man is ready to go down. The fans are on their feet as the two wrestler keeps trading punches. Morrison attempts a quick clothesline but Inmate ducks and as Morrison turns around, he gets level with a clothesline from Inmate instead. BAM! Morrison goes down hard as Inmate now grabs him by the hair and rolls him back inside the ring. He slides in himself and moving the ladder to the side, he takes the table and leans it in the corner of the ring.

VASSA: “Things are about to get real good.”

JOHNSON: “I can’t watch. This is cringe worthy.”

VASSA: “You’re a damn punk.”

JOHNSON: “You need to stop with the name calling. I’ll place a call with the human resources.”

Back inside the action, Inmate 31 has Andrew Morrison in the opposite corner of where the table is set up. Inmate is unloading knife chops to his opponent’s bare chest before trying to whip his foe across the ring but Morrison is able to reverse it. Wait! Inmate reverses back and Morrison ends up crashing right into the table. No! Andrew Morrison stops short of the table and as he turns around he wiggles his finger at Inmate. Out of nowhere, Inmate breaks out in a sprint and throws himself at Morrison taking him down through the table with the spear. It’s his finisher Fear Dot Com! CRASH! Wooden splinters fly everywhere as the two superstars go down hard. Remaining motionless for a short while amid the table rubble, Inmate is the first to stir and as he comes to himself he throws his arm over Morrison for the cover.

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VASSA: “Oh, my God! I can’t believe Morrison kicked out of that.”

JOHNSON: “He has a ton of guts… and a lot of tolerance for pain.”

VASSA: “Thank you Captain Obvious!”

JOHNSON: “I was just saying… Never mind.”

Inmate 31 sits up in disbelief and as he slowly stammers back to his feet. He grabs Andrew Morrison by the hair and brings him to a standing position as well. He tries to deliver a headbutt but Morrison somehow manages to block it as he counters with a huge punch followed by a kick. Inmate stumbles back as Morrison picks up the ladder and rams it into Inmate’s face opening him up even more. Inmate catches onto the ropes but Morrison drives the ladder into his opponent’s face again, sending him flipping over the ropes and to the outside. Morrison then proceeds to set up the ladder near the ropes and then slides out of the ring. He goes over to the down Inmate who’s trying to shake off the cobwebs and delivering a few quick punches, Morrison throws his foe on top of the table that he set up earlier outside the ring. He then slides back inside the ring and makes his way up to the top of the ladder. He signals to the fans as they look on in amusement and takes off with a senton splash to the outside of the ring. BOOM! CRASH! BANG! Morrison comes crashing down on top of Inmate as another table meets its fate. The fans gasp as both wrestlers lay motion once again. This time Morrison budges first as he manages to turn Inmate over and make a cover.

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VASSA: “Holly shit! Inmate kicked out! He kicked out!”

JOHNSON: “We need to get the paramedics ready.”

VASSA: “I think they are ready.”

JOHNSON: “I meant that literally.”

Neither superstar is willing to give up as the fans get even louder in support of the show the two wrestlers have put on. Andrew Morrison is up first but Inmate stammers back up to his feet as well and as they stand face to face, a sick smile once again engulfs their faces. BAM! Huge boot to the stomach of his opponent by Inmate as Morrison gets sent crashing into the steel guard rail another time. Inmate now fishes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. BAM! He delivers a powerful shot to Morrison’s head… and another and another and another! Morrison now opens up as blood begins to pour down his forehead and face. Laying limply on the mats, Inmate scoops up Morrison and throws him back inside the ring. He slides back in himself, and takes down the ladder laying it flat in the middle of the ring. He then slowly manages to bring Morrison up to his his feet and grabbing onto him he manages to pull off a spinning suplex cutter right on top of the steel ladder. BOOM! It’s the Bar Exam! Both men go crashing down hard and once again remain motionless. The fans keep cheering as Inmate manages to throw his arm around Andrew Morrison in a desperation cover.

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

VASSA: “What a match!”

JOHNSON: “It could have went either way. I’m not sure how Inmate pulled this one out but his bad streak it over.”

VASSA: “Who the hell is that?”

JOHNSON: “Is that… That’s Eric Lee! What is he doing here?”

Out of the crowd jumps out Eric Lee with a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat in hand. He slides inside the ring just as Inmate’s hand is about to get raised in the air in a sign of victory and delivers a shot to the unsuspecting Inmate’s back. BAM! Inmate goes down as pain shoots up through his body. Eric Lee begins to swing away at the downed Inmate with the barbed-wire bat as blood flies everywhere and Inmate shows no sign of life. Eric puts one foot on top of Inmate and raises the baseball bat in the air as if Inmate is his trophy as now paramedics and officials run down to the ring from the back.

We pick up somewhere in the back of The Tabernacle, as a black gleaming limousine pulls into our view and slowly comes to a stop. The camera swings around to the curbside and as the chauffeur exits the limo, he walks around to the other side and reaches out to open the passenger door, but before he can finish his job, he’s quickly ushered and pushed out of the way by Sativa Nevaeh and Ramona Lea Epps, the ladies of 4CW’s tag team division known as The Black Dahlias.

CHAUFFER: “No…! You can’t…”

Before the limousine driver can mutter a full sentence, Sativa takes it upon herself to swing open the limo’s passenger door, nearly ripping it off the hinges. Meanwhile, Ramona leaps inside the limo like a starved beast. Sativa swiftly follows right behind her tag team partner as the camera tries to follow behind, but before we can even get a good peek inside the vehicle, out comes flying Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves, the tag team known as Politically Incorrect. As they land hard on the concrete ground, their matching black Armani suits get ruffled up. Ramona and Sativa quickly exit the limousine behind them.

RAMONA: “Don’t ever underestimate us…”

As the spoken words exit her mouth, she grabs Antoine Rage off the ground and swings him into the side of the limo as Sativa does the same with Dustin Reeves. Somewhat caught off-guard, the two members of Politically Incorrect try to fight off their assailants as a slug fest breaks out. The camera pans back as we can now see a group of 4CW officials run out through one of the back doors of The Tabernacle. They try to get in-between the brawling superstars without hesitation to try and separate them, and at first they fail as Ramona and Sativa fight through everyone just to land another blow to Rage and Reeves. The officials try again and after a short struggle they have more success. As they hold back all four supertar from physical contact, verbal jabs are thrown.

RAGE: “You will pay for this!”

SATIVA: “Get fucked!”

As Ramona and Sativa are led back inside The Tabernacle by some of the officials, we can see Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves still trying to get out of the grasp of the remaining officials, but to no avail as they are firmly held back. The scene quickly cuts out as we are take back to ringside.

As the cameras switch backstage the scene opens in the office of Perry Wallace. The Head Mother Fucker In Charge himself is seated behind his desk looking more than slightly red-eyed and distant. Without a knock the door opens and Aidan Carlisle walks in, the expression on her face all business.

AIDAN: “Mr. Wallace, I hate to disturb you on a show night, but I really can’t stay quiet about that shit show out there…”

Perry looks surprised and starts to protest, but Aidan goes on before he can get a word out.

AIDAN: “No, no. Not the Extreme Rules match. That was fine, but…”

“WAAALLLLACCCEE!!! He in there? WALLACE where you at!?”

The voice belongs to Jason Cashe, who coming fresh off a Cage Match with Connor Gates seems to be anxious about talking to Perry Wallace. He bursts through the door and stops in his place seeing Aidan Carlisle standing in the office with Wallace. Looking past Aidan, Cashe locks eyes onto Wallace as the Boss nods wanting to know what was wrong.

WALLACE: “What do you want Cashe?”

CASHE: “Did you see that out there? Main Event is old news, what’s Hot is the Opener. I want another one, let the whole roster sweat knowing they have to FOLLOW performances like THAT!!”

WALLACE: “You want more Opening Bouts? Well I gues…”

Aidan quickly stepped in front of Cashe.

AIDAN: “No! That is precisely what I wanted to talk to you about. That was a mess! You can’t have stuff like that opening your show, unless you want ratings to drop like panties at spring break. You need someone with real skill to open. You need me.”

CASHE: “Ugh! I have real skin!”

Wiping his forehead filled with sweat, he sticks his hand out to wipe it on Aidan but she steps back and gives warning.

AIDAN: “You touch me with that hand and I will break it off and knock out your two remaining teeth with it.”

Halting his plan to touch her, he whips it up and behind him as he turns to Wallace’s desk and slaps down the handful of sweat. A few sprinkles splash across paperwork. Wallace’s jaw drops as Cashe continues with his point.

CASHE: “This is sweat from my skin! The ratings only drop AFTER matches like that, even the fans know it’s hard to follow THAT! I doubt you can… You’re just a gir–”

SMACK!!!

The normally composed Aidan slaps Jason so hard he has to take a step back from Perry’s desk. Grimacing, she wipes her hand off on Cashe’s own shirt.

AIDAN: “You aren’t fit to open a Mountain Dew, let alone Adrenaline, and much less a show like South Beach Brawl! You’re the nightcap, the bedtime story at the end of the show that sends everyone off into blissful sleep. You are not opening match material!”

Standing with a hand holding his face where he was slapped, Jason Cashe looks both offended and happy like the slap was part of some weird foreplay.

CASHE: “Not sure what hurts more, my ego or that slap. Should we make out now?”

Aidan looks to cock back for another slap and Cashe is quick to put distance between them as tries to regain his confidence.

CASHE: “I don’t even LIKE Mountain Dew but I WILL be opening Adrenaline! Tell her Wallace… Tell her I get Openers!”

Cashe looks over at the Owner of 4 Corners Wrestling, Wallace doesn’t seem to understand where all this came from. Aidan, meanwhile, looks more appalled than ever at the revelation of Jason’s distaste for Mountain Dew.

AIDAN: “You’re not even human. It would be like putting an untrained monkey out there to open the show! Is that what you want, Mr. Wallace, a B-list circus?!”

She paused, pointing to the mark on her forehead from the Extreme Rules match that had ended Dazi’s 4CW career and the fading black eye from last Adrenaline’s Elimination Rumble.

AIDAN: “So he sweats like a swamp person, so what? I have been here just over for a month and I have bled for your company and worked my ass off to promote it. If anyone deserves to be opening the show and setting the standard for the rest of the night, it’s me, Mr. Wallace. Tell him that I will be the one getting Openers.”

CASHE: “You’ve bled? You bleed monthly, big whoop!”

Again Aidan cocks back wanting to hit Cashe and he moves around the desk, almost behind Perry Wallace as he stands his ground from afar and makes his case.

CASHE: “I’ve bled, I’ve Main Evented more times than almost the whole roster combined! I’m a TWO Time 4CW Champion!”

WALLACE: “Technically it was the South West Heavywei–”

Casually slapping Wallace to the back of his head, Cashe stares across the desk at Aidan and wants badly to put her in her place to PROVE why he deserves openers more than she does.

CASHE: “Can YOU name someone else on this roster who has competed in EVERY Caged Ladder 4CW has ever hosted? You can’t because I’m the ONLY one! So I win, Wallace tell her!”

AIDAN: “The Main Event, precisely! That is where this hairy-assed ape belongs: up there teetering atop the tower, ready to plummet off the side at any moment without even having anything to carry on his shoulders. He doesn’t have what it takes to set up a strong foundation!

He’s a rickety scaffolding, at best, and a New Orleans Levy at worst. He’ll break when he’s needed most and the flood will take us all. This is your company, Mr. Wallace, you can’t let that happen!”

CASHE: ”Aghh! You believe this broad Perry? Set her straight…”

Both standing ready to hear from Perry Wallace, wanting to see who wins this debate over the Opening Match. Wallace still looked confused, it was a usual look for him but this had a touch of lost in his look.

WALLACE: ”What in the hell just happened here? I don’t know if you two have lost your minds or if this new batch of green I got from Knox is melting my brain away as each second passes by. You two are sitting here bitching about who should get opening match when we all know the main event draws the crowd. I mean fuck! I must have been stoned out of my mind when I booked the cage match with you and Connor as the opening gig.”

Wallace stands up from his desk and rubs his eyes momentarily. He then looks up at both standing across from him in a daze as he licks his lips.

WALLACE: ”I don’t even know how to respond to any of this. Go on and get out of here, both of you. Acting like a bunch of school kids fussing over who gets picked first for some backyard ball.”

Aidan and Cashe both look at Wallace for a moment and then to each other. Silence fills the room briefly before interrupted by the sounds of Wallace smacking his chapped lips together. They then turn to the door. Being the gentlemen he is, Cashe stops for Aidan to go first before following behind. Just as Cashe walks through the door, Wallace snaps out of his blank stare and calls for him.

WALLACE: ”Hey, Cashe… I know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye. You’re hard headed, I’m an asshole or in your words, a da-oush. I just wanted to thank you for stepping to the plate with those jokes over in High Octane Wrestling.”

CASHE: ”Get the fuck out of here with that shit Lottery!”

Cashe turns back to the hall and walks away, leaving Wallace empty handed in an attempt to smooth things over between the two.

WALLACE: ”Be like that then! I never liked your attitude anyway! While you’re roaming the halls, tell Knox to get his ass in here whenever you see him!”

Wallace then kicks his desk before dropping down in his seat in a fit. He rubs his face for a moment before kicking his desk again as the scene cuts away.

Ramona steps out before a cloud of smoke. She turns and faces to the right hand side of the theater. As the first few notes and lyrics of “Me and Mary Jane” by Black Stone Cherry kicks up.

“Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin’ on, goin’ on

Creepin’ up slow, hangin’ ’round my back door, my back door!”

As the song plays Sativa creeps up behind Ramona and slinks up Ramona’s back and stands back to back with her. They smile and turn and head towards the ring. Both trash talking and messing with the crowd. They get into the ring and head to opposite corners and stand on the second rope. They both hold their arms out to pose for the crowd before jumping down to the mat. Sativa gets a couple of mics and hands one to Ramona.

SATIVA: ”Now, It is time once again for the beautiful Black Dahlias to grace your plebs with our wonderfu…”

The theater lights flicker for a moment and static cuts off Sativa.

SATIVA: ”What the fuck is this!? Who the fuck thinks they can cut me off!?”

The video screen alights with a blindingly white inverted cross. After another few moments of static and the cross all goes quiet and the scene changes to 5 masked and robed figures. The masks are all white featureless ones. But each one has a different symbol over the left eye. A dollar sign, a heart, a mirror, a fist, and blood drops all help differentiate the people. The theater is fulled with with a deep computerized voice.

VOICE: ”Four Corners Wrestling, have you been preparing? Have you headed our warning? It is the eleventh hour, the twilight hour for you. The time draws near that our influence shall be felt. Are you ready? Can you be ready? The clock is ticking…”

Static fills the screen and is replaced by a clock counting down. The most notable part of the countdown is it says twenty one days, which would put it some time at South Beach Brawl. The screen goes dark and Sativa and Ramona both give the look of ‘finally’ and Ramona raises her mic and starts to speak. She stops as nothing seems to be coming through the theater. Both her and Sativa tap on their mics but the seem to be off. Both ladies throw the mics down in a huff and exit the ring. They are accompanied to the back by the hate of the crowd, to which they respond with middle fingers flying.

Bayne & Bryce Byson stand near a catering table in the back of the theatre, the two seem to be enjoying themselves. One is sipping from a water bottle while the other rambles on about something. The camera zooms in on the two as something gets their attention. They stare off out of the camera’s view. Like two deer in a headlights, petrified.

UNKNOWN VOICE: ”Time to fluckin’ die!”

As the camera zooms out Dakota smith comes charging into the scene. He holds a steel chain link noose and swings it at Bayne cracking him right over the skull. Bryce tries to attack, But Dakota kicks him directly in the nutsack. As he falls down to his knees Dakota cracks the chain over his forehead as well. Bayne is leaning on the table as Dakota walks up behind and wraps the chain link noose around his neck. Choking the life out of him as he violently brings the much smaller man to the ground, directly in front of his brother.. Dakota lets go on the chain for a second and reaches out, grabbing a handful of Bryce’s hair. He drags the man closer to him and then starts to bite his forehead, seemingly taking out a good chunk before cracking the two brother’s heads together. Dakota stands up to his feet and spits out a chunk of Bryce. He looks down at the two broken men and gets a sick smirk on his face. He grabs the noose and wraps it around Bryce’s neck and then grabs Bayne by the hair. He drags the two out of the scene as the camera faces to black.

UNDERCARD
BRENNAN DEVLIN VS. KYRA MCKNIGHT

“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.

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from Devils Den, California. He weighs in at two hundred eighteen pounds and stands six feet, one inch tall. He is “The self-proclaimed Cornerstone of 4 Corners Wrestling”, BRENNAN DEVLIN!!!!”

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.

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.

POWERS: ”Coming down to the ring from Gloucester, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred forty three pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, Kyra KcKNIGHT!!!”

“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: ”This could be a show stealer right here. “

VASSA: ”Any match with the Face of 4CW in it, has the potential to be a show stealer!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The two start to circle one another as the bell rings and the match starts. Brennan quickly goes for a takedown but Kyra side steps it, she starts to run and go for a drop kick but Brennan ducks it and rolls out of the way. The two get back up their feet and have a stare down. Brennan reaches his hand up and challenges Kyra to a test of strength. Kyra acts like she is going to accept but then quickly grabs the man’s arm and flips him over with a arm drag, she then transitions into a basic arm bar and holds the lock in tight. Brennan smacks the canvas and kips up with Kyra still locked onto his arm. He stomps on her chest and she breaks the hold. Brennan continues to stomp on her midsection and then finishes it off with a standing leg drop straight into her gut. Kyra rolls on her stomach in pain as Brennan gets up to his feet, he show boats a little bit, clapping his hands together and showing off to the fans.

He then turns his attention back to Kyra who has gotten to one knee. He grabs a handful of her hair and picks her up off of the ground going for a slam, but she reverses it and goes over his head. She locks in a headlock as her feet hit the ground and flips him with a headlock takedown. He holds the headlock in and starts to rain down punches on Brennan’s face, The ref starts to count and Kyra breaks it off at three. Kyra pops back up to her feet as does Brennan, who seems infuriated that Kyra struck him in the face. He goes to grapple her but instead eats a spinning wheel kick straight to the jaw. Kyra quickly hooks the leg.

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VASSA: ”I don’t know what she was thinking. You can’t finish Brennan off that easy. “

JOHNSON: ”Maybe she’s just trying to tire him out. ”

VASSA: ”I don’t know if that will work. If you ask Ramona – this guys stamina never goes down. “

JOHNSON: ”I did not need to know that.”

Brennan kicks out almost with ease, as Kyra gets up to her feet and grabs Brennan by the back of his neck – bringing him up to one knee. Brennan starts to lay in rights and lefts to Kyra’s stomach, pushing her back with his strength and standing up to his feet. He then grabs her and whips her into the ropes, and on the rebound picks her up in the air and spins her delivering a sick tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Instead of going to the cover he grabs a handful of hair and brings her back up to her feet. Brennan then hits a sickening European uppercut almost making Kyra drop to the ground right there – but the young woman holds on. Just for her to eat another hard uppercut. Brennan then grabs onto her and snaps backwards with An STO, he rolls her over and hooks the leg.

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Kyra kicks out and Brennan slaps the ground in frustration. He stands up and paces back and forth, never letting his eyes off of Kyra. He sizes her up and waits for her to get up, when she is almost up to her feet and on one knee Brennan makes a mad dash at her, lifting his leg up and big booting her right in the face. Kyra goes flying backwards, almost falling out of the ring laying right under the bottom rope. Brennan bounces off the opposite rope and bolts towards her, hitting a low dropkick sending her flying to the ground below. Brennan yells at the ref to start his count.

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Kyra starts to climb up on the apron, using the ropes to pull herself up. When she gets to her feet Brennan goes to grab her but she ducks and drives her shoulder into the man’s gut sending him backing up to the middle of the ring. Kyra then jumps on the top of the rope and springboards off with a picture perfect drop kick, sending Brennan crashing into the mat. Kyra gets up to her feet first with Brennan scrambling to get up to his. When he finally does Kyra meets his by stepping up on his knee and landing a enzuigiri to the side of Brennan’s face sending him flipping through the air and onto his back.

JOHNSON: ”This has been such a back and forth match, good action here on Adrenaline “

VASSA: ”The best show in Texas!”

JOHNSON: ”We Aren’t in Texas. “

VASSA: ”So?”

JOHNSON: ”Touche “

Kyra starts to stomp away on Brennan’s chest before turning her back to him and delivering an impactful standing moonsault. Instead of going to the pin however she points to one of the turn buckles and starts to move toward it. She climbs all the way up to the top rope with her back facing Brennan. She glances back to make sure he is still down and then jumps backwards going for another moonsault!

Brennan gets his knees up however and Kyra drives down into, the shocked diva rolls around the mat holding onto her stomach and catching her breath. Brennan crawls backwards and uses the rope to help himself up. After he catches his breath for a few moments he staggers over to Kyra and grabs her by the back of the neck lifting her up to her feet. Kyra pushes his hand from her neck and starts to go at him with a blind fury of punches and forearms. She backs him up to the ropes and then Irish whips him to the other side of the ring. Brennan bounces off the ropes and before Kyra can do what she was planning he gets hits her with a sickening running knee lift, sending Kyra crumbling to the mat. Brennan drops down and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT

Kyra kicks out at two and this seems to aggravate Brennan. He stomps up to his feet and yells throughout the arena. He begins to stomp on the mat, signaling for Kyra to get up. He waits, like a predator stalking his pretty for Kyra to get to one knee. Then he runs up and jumps in the air, going for his FACE TIME; a running curb stomp. Kyra however is able to get out of the way in time leading Brennan to just stomping the mat, then out of nowhere Kyra jumps up drives her knees into Brennan’s spine, falling backwards hitting a picture perfect straight jacket lungblower. The two just lay there on the ground, neither one of them able to get up to their feet. Kyra slowly starts to make her way up to her feet, getting up to one knee and staring at the downed Brennan.

JOHNSON: ”Oh man, this might be the end for the cornerstone of four-corners wrestling “

VASSA: ”Say it aint so!”

Kyra glances over at the turnbuckle once again and pushes herself up and starts to make her way over to the corner, there is a little bit of a limp in her step. As she starts to climb up the turnbuckle Brennan starts to move. By the time she has made it to the top Brennan is up to one knee. Kyra stands on top of the turnbuckle and re calculates what she is going to do – waiting for Brennan to get up to his feet. When he finally does Kyra jumps off the top rope and grabs him by the neck, going for a spinning DDT. But mid-spin Brennan stops and drives her down on his knee before suplexing her over his head. Kyra hits the mat with a thud and once again the two wrestlers lay sprawled in the ring. But this time Brennan is able to get up to his feet first. He stumbled over to Kyra’s limp body and lifts her up to her feet. She stands there wobbly before Brennan grabs her getting Kyra into a double under hook. He then lifts her in the air – hitting a very clean looking Butterfly backbreaker.

Brennan gets back up to his feet and almost instantly starts climbing to the top rope, he yells “ It’s over! “ as he makes it up to the top rope. He turns around and looks down at Kyra, signaling for her to get up. Kyra slowly makes her way up to one knee and that is When Brennan flies off the top rope, curb stomping her into the ground!

VASSA: ”HOLYSHIT SHE DOESN’T HAVE A FACE ANYMORE!”

Brennan lifts Kyra’s limp body up off of the mat, He grabs her and twists around before hitting his finisher CUTTING ROOM FLOOR ; a spinning unprettier. Brennan hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”And there you have it! In a very hard fought match, Brennan Devlin has beaten Kyra Mcknight.”

VASSA: ”Kyra put up one hell of a fight, but the cornerstone of four corners wrestling prevails!”

POWERS: ”The winner by pinfall, BRENNAN DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know if this proves that he is the cornerstone yet. “

VASSA: ”Well it most certainly doesn’t NOT prove it.”

Brennan gets his hand raised up in the air as Kyra is helped out of the arena. Brennan celebrates in the ring as the scene cuts backstage.

Forty five minutes have passed since Inmate 31’s extreme encounter with Andrew Morrison. He is still wearing the wounds from that battler as he is met leaving the trainer’s office by Gabriel Hartman.

HARTMAN: ”Inmate, early tonight you promised to reveal several things. What kind of things are you going to reveal?”

Inmate looks at Gabriel before staring into the camera.

INMATE 31: ”Everyone wants to fucking know my secrets don’t they. I know rumors have been flying around the backstage here saying that I’m scared of Eric Lee. Well, if what I did to that sorry piece of shit Andrew Morrison, wasn’t enough proof then listen very closely. Eric, the day I admit I’m afraid of you is the day the put my 256 pound ass behind bars. The Man of Fear isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. Eric, if you ever want to go a second round then by god, I will be ready.”

Gabriel doesn’t even seemed shocked by Inmate’s total disregard of the question as he tries to go about another way.

HARTMAN: ”Last week, you dismantled Everett and Sydney. Granted you had help from Shamrock and that woman who seemed to be under a spell. Why did you attack them? Who was that woman? Who are these voices?”

Inmate snickers a bit as the woman Gabriel is talking about walks into the shot. She slowly runs a finger along his arm then stops while touching his neck tie. Gabriel smiles because it’s a beautiful woman in front of him. She slowly wraps his neck tie around her hand and pulls Gabriel down to her eye level.

DANIELS: ”Those two oxygen hogs had no business being in that ring last week. This week, 4 Corners Wrestling gets a glimpse of what awaits those two oxygen jackasses that I have to face on Fistful of Friday. There is a war brewing and we are the catalysts.”

Petra lets go of Gabriel’s necktie as Inmate chuckles while shaking his head. Gabriel is rubbing his throat as Petra walks back out of the shot. Inmate pats Gabriel on the back while whispering into his ears.

INMATE 31: ”You’ve been warned.”

Inmate follows Petra as Gabriel is leaning up against the wall while breathing heavily.

The cameras are backstage where it catches up on Jair Hopkins as he was in the medical room, getting checked on by the on-site Doctor. Hopkins is on the cart, with his limbs getting looked at. Gabriel Hartman, man on the scene as he got the mic in his hand trying to get a word from the 4CW Champion.

HARTMAN: “Jair, buddy … May I first say what a heck of a maneuver from the top of the cage. Fearless indeed. Second, what in the hell is wrong with you?”

Hopkins laughed off the question by Hartman as he shook his head, somehow able to smile as the Doctor continued to check on him.

HOPKINS: “I figured since he wanted to shoot off with his mouth by first spitting in my face and then attempting to make a demonstration out of me in the ring, I felt it was only right that I give him a reply in the only way I know how. He says he’s the one who brought that dark side of me out and indeed it’s true. You know me since I been here, I’m the quiet type but quietness gets you nowhere when you swimming with Piranhas. That’s what Cashe is, a damn Piranha. I hope I stomped his damn lungs out after that.”

HARTMAN: “Well the latest is he’s super pissed as you’d expect. Connor Gates I haven’t spoken with yet but from what I saw, it looks like you got him too on that.”

HOPKINS: “I like Connor, he’s got a hell of a lot of fight in him and I respect his work. I told him that directly after we fought and he took me down. He did his job. Sure he came up short tonight but he gave Cashe a decent run for his money. He’s going to go far, but…

HARTMAN: ”But…”

HOPKINS: ”He’s not taking this away from me. Nor is Cashe. I’m sending Cashe back to the other seas. Connor, he’ll have plenty more chances to try and stop me. South Beach Brawl isn’t going to be that time. Again, much respect to him but after tonight’s costly mistakes that I saw, he’s not ready.”

Hartman looked over towards the Doctor as he looked to ask a question.

HARTMAN: “So what is the status?”

DOCTOR: “Besides a little minor bruise from the impact, he’s fine. He’s pretty lucky. That kind of maneuver from that height, distance would’ve shattered quite a few muscles making him unable to compete in a few weeks. He just needs to rest it and all will be fine.”

HOPKINS: “Thanks Doc!”

Hopkins with a smile on his face slowly eases himself down on the floor, working both legs around easy. Hopkins looks at Gabriel Hartman, steadily smiling.

HOPKINS: ”I never said I was untouchable. I never said I was the best. I’m just a fighter man, living in a jungle-like atmosphere. Everyone’s after me. I got the most prestigious thing on my shoulder right now, red light beaming lasers all around at all angles. I just can’t sweat it. The day I sweat, the day that it’ll be the end of this reign.”

Hartman nods his head as he threw the 4CW Championship on his left shoulder.

HOPKINS: ”I beat Cashe with everything in my ability. This five foot, seven inch frame took him to town. It was a war that I came out in the end walking with gold attached to my name. He made this challenge that if he is defeated, he will exit himself out of the division. That’s a challenge that pumps me up. I get to be the one who does that. Hell, if Connor got his head right, he could be that one who puts us both out of commission. Third wheel becomes a main deal.”

HOPKINS: “Gotta thank the GM for that, Khris Young. Putting out quality matchups. Connor got his nose dirty in what was already a bloody feud, now he’s got a thirty-three and a half percent chance of walking out just like me and Cashe do. Connor and Cashe, they can consider what I did out there an early notice of just what is in store come the 29th.”

Hopkins nods towards the Doctor before looking at Gabriel and nodding to him as he makes his way out of the room, a minor limp walk can be seen as he exited as the cameras faded back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
NIOBE MARTIN VS. FELICITY BANKS

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

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

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

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

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

“Dragged you down below”

“Down to the devils show”

“To be his guest forever”

“Peace of mind is less than never..”

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

VASSA: ”Niobe is in the house!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s been a little bit of a funk lately but hopefully she can turn things around tonight.”

VASSA: ”She may have her hands full with Felicity. I’m just eager to see these two rubbing against each other in the ring!”

“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.

JOHNSON: ”What are you doing, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”I’m bowing down. I’ll do anything she tells me!”

JOHNSON: ”That doesn’t surprise me one bit. I’m sure you would.”

VASSA: ”And you wouldn’t? PLEASE!!!”

The ref stands in the center of the ring and checks with both corners for the nod. After each wrestler does so, he throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell silences, Niobe takes off from her corner and rushes across the ring. Catching Banks off guard, she hits her with a hard right to the jaw, knocking her into the corner. Niobe then unloads with a fury of punches. After landing half a dozen, Niobe swings for the fences. Quick to react, Banks ducks the punch and steps out of the corner, behind Niobe. She then grabs Niobe by the back of the head and slams it forward into the top of the turnbuckle. Banks then grabs her by the back of the head and faces the other direction before jumping forward, pulling Niobe away from the corner and hitting her with a neckbreaker. Banks then rolls backwards and mounts herself on top of Niobe. She then swings with an elbow and connects to the side of her head. Going to throw another, Niobe reaches up and grabs her by the side of the head and rolls her off to the side.

The two quickly rush to their feet, Niobe taking lead. Before Banks can get her feet settled, Niobe swings forward and connects with a stiff jab to the jaw, knocking her back a step. She then spins and nails Banks in the forehead with an elbow. Before Banks can shake it off, Niobe then sweeps in and flips her to the canvas with a fireman’s carry takedown. Niobe then lifts her from the mat into a sitting position. Connecting with a few punches to the side of her head, Niobe then locks in a sleeper hold and cuts off her air supply. Locking the hold in tightly, Niobe cranks down on the pressure as she chokes the life out of Banks. The ref quickly moves in to check with Banks who struggles with the hold locked in. Refusing to give up, Banks pushes him away and begins to show new signs of life. Pushing herself up, she gets to one knee. Niobe maintains the hold and continues to crank down on the sleeper but seems to be losing ground.

Banks then manages to turn her body and throws an elbow in Niobe’s stomach. Keeping the sleeper locked in somewhat, Niobe holds on for dear life and continues trying to choke her out. Banks then throws another elbow, and another, before finally knocking the breath out of Niobe and breaking the hold. Banks then pops up to her feet and runs to the ropes with speed. Hitting them and coming back hard, Banks leaps into the air and connects with a fierce forearm smash to Niobe’s head, knocking her to the canvas. Banks rolls across the mat but up to her feet before looking down at Niobe with a cocky look across her face.

VASSA: ”It’s going to take more than that to slow this chick down!”

JOHNSON: ”For a minute there I thought Niobe was going to put her to sleep.”

VASSA: ”Are you sure we’re not talking about your commentating?”

JOHNSON: ”At least I know what I’m talking about more than half the time.”

Giving her space, Banks looks on as Niobe slowly gets up to her feet. The two then circle each other in the center of the ring for a moment before Banks makes the first move. Spinning, Banks throws her leg into the air for a roundhouse kick but misses as Niobe ducks her foot as it passes above her head. As Banks turns her back to Niobe, she opens herself up for a nasty elbow driven into her lower back. Niobe then wraps her arms around Banks and begins to hit her with back to back knees to the ribcage. After doing a little number on Banks, Niobe then lifts her up and drops her to the mat with a side suplex.

Quick to her feet, Niobe pops up with and takes off towards the ropes across the ring. Hitting them and coming back with speed, Niobe jumps in the air with a flip and comes down with a leg drop across Banks throat. Rolling up to her feet in one fluid motion, Niobe then paces around the ring as the crowd grows electric. Taking a moment to soak it in, hearing the majority of boos from the fans, Niobe turns her attention back to Banks who has rolled to her stomach and slowly starting to push herself up. Niobe quickly moves in and grabs a handful of hair and pulls her up, helping her speed up the process and get to both feet.

Niobe then grabs her by the arm goes to throw her to the ropes. Before she can let go and send her on her way, Banks whips her around and sends her running towards them instead. As Niobe comes back with speed, she kicks her foot in the air but misses as Banks slides to the mat. Gliding across the canvas, Banks slides underneath Niobe and pops up to her feet. Before she can even turn around, Banks jumps up and hits her with a dropkick to the back of the head. Niobe stumbles forward but manages to stay on her feet and she hits the ropes. Holding on tightly, Niobe keeps herself from falling backwards.

Back on her feet, Banks patiently waits as Niobe catches her breath against the ropes. Niobe then turns around only to get blindsided with a swift kick to the stomach. Lunging over in pain, Niobe releases a gasp as the air escapes her lungs. Banks then slaps her across the face, standing her back up and then follows up with a quick spin kick to the stomach once again. Falling to her knees, Niobe hits the mat but bends over to hold herself up with one hand. Banks then grabs her by the head and drags her across the ring to the center before pulling her up to her feet.

JOHNSON: ”I think Niobe may need an oxygen tank here at ringside after those two devastating kicks to the gut.”

VASSA: ”She’s going to need a lot more than that if she doesn’t turn things around.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m eager to see what happens next.”

VASSA: ”Hell, I’m not even going to lie. I’m eager to see a wardrobe malfunction. Not just from one, but from both of these beauties.”

Taking a few seconds too long to make her next move, Banks leaves the door open for Niobe to change the pace of things. Grabbing Banks by the head, Niobe drops down to her knees and pulls her head down for the ride. Coming to a complete stop as her knees hit the mat, Banks chin then crashes down on top of her head. Taking a big hit from the chin buster, Banks stumbles backwards and falls to the mat. Meanwhile, Niobe rests on her knees, taking the opportunity to catch her breath while Banks is down across the ring.

Finally standing up, Niobe slowly walks towards Banks and kicks her in the side with everything she has. She then bends over and grabs Banks by the head and slowly pulls her up to her feet. Still feeling the after effects of that chin buster, Banks wobbles, barely able to stand on her own. Niobe then grabs her by the back of the head with one hand and then connects with a power punch to the forehead with the other. Keeping a firm grip on the back of Banks head, Niobe holds her up and then connects with another hard punch to the top of the head.

Still holding her up, Niobe then draws back for another punch but as she does, Banks swats her arm away and then pushes her backwards, creating a little space between the two. Banks then jumps into the air towards Niobe and wraps her arm around her head. Falling back, she pulls Niobe down and plants her head into the canvas with a jumping DDT.

JOHNSON: ”SPACE JAM DDT!!!”

VASSA: ”That came out of nowhere!”

Banks slowly pushes herself back up to her feet while Niobe slowly shakes it off and rolls over to her back. After getting settled, Banks patiently waits and pulls her kneepad down while Niobe slowly raises up to a sitting position. Once there, Banks then runs to the ropes and hits them hard. Coming back with momentum, Banks drives her knee into Niobe’s face and sends her to her back with a thud.

VASSA: ”OUCH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Off With Your Head! Felicity decided it was about time to do so!”

VASSA: ”I think I can get used to this queen.”

Up on one knee, Banks looks over to her right at Niobe who ism out cold. She then rolls over and lays across Niobe as the ref sweeps in for the count.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”That’s all she wrote!”

JOHNSON: ”Niobe put up a good fight but in the end it just wasn’t enough to fend off Felicity Banks.”

“Scream” hits the speakers as Banks slowly rises to her feet with a cocky look across her face. The ref then steps in beside her and raises her arm as the bell sounds.

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

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, FELICITY “THE QUEEN B” BBAANNKKSS!!!”

The scene picks up in one of the back halls of The Tabernacle as we can see Antoine Rage angrily looking for something as he heads down the hallway, with Dustin Reeves trailing behind him in hot pursuit. Suddenly, the two members of Politically Incorrect come to a halt as they arrive at a door reading: “The Black Dahlias.” Rage swings the door open with force and as they open with a thud he rushes inside the locker-room along with Reeves, but they find it empty. As Rage lets our a roar of fury and frustration, the two tag team partners exit back out.

RAGE: “God, damn it! I can’t believe they’re not here!”

REEVES: “Chill bruh! We’ll find them…”

The two tag team partners continue to head down the hallway and as their turn the corner they run into the two other tag teams that will be facing each other in tonight’s headline 4 way tag team match, Biohazard and Creature Feature who seem to be involved in a quarrel of their own. They stop as if on cue as Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves come into their line of sight and come closer.

JXD: “Piss off before…”

But before James Donovan, one-half of Biohazard, can finish his sentence he’s abruptly cut off by Monster Mash, one-half of the Creature Feature tag team.

MASH: “Got milk…?”

Somewhat stunned, everyone turns towards Monster Mash as he sheepishly flashes a crooked smile that is followed by an awkward silence on everyone’s behalf. Antoine Rage breaks the silent pause as he throws himself at the other two tag teams with Dustin Reeves following suit. As mayhem breaks out between the three tag teams, off screen and into our view walk out Sativa Nevaeh and Ramona Lea Epps. The two members of The Black Dahlias stand there looking on in amusement for a while, but as soon as Rage notices the duo he powers his way through everyone and leaps at his protagonist from earlier in the night. Sativa and Ramona immediately join the fray as an even bigger brawl breaks out. 4CW officials begin to pour into our view from both ends of the hallway as they begin to try and restore the order. Before we can see the resolution, we are taken back to ringside.

The two brothers Bayne & Bryce Byson sit gagged and, tied to wooden chairs. They are both beaten badly, as blood runs down their faces. Bayne looks to have a busted nose, and Bryce’s eye is swollen shut, plus the steel chain noose still hangs around his neck. A dull low hanging lamp swings in-between the two men’s heads. Out of the circle of shadows that surround the two boys comes Dakota Smith. You can see in his raggedy jeans pocket that he has an assortment of violent goodies, No one object definable in the cluster. Dakota looks them up and almost silently laughs to himself.

SMITH: ”Now… I’m going to take the gag out of you one of you two maggots mouth. And when I do so… I swear to all that is fucking holy if you scream… I will castrate you two like the worthless meatsicles you are. Mkay? ”

The two men nod, like obedient little dogs as Dakota removes the gag from Bryce’s mouth. The beaten down man takes a few deep breathes before looking up at Dakota. Every time Dakota would try to make eye contact however Bryce would turn away.

SMITH: ”Whats the matter Bayne? ”

BRYCE: ”I’m Bryce- ”

Dakota cuts him off mid-sentence by slapping the blood filled spit out of his mouth.

SMITH: ”I said your name is fucking Bayne! AND SO BAYNE YOUR GOD DAMN NAME IS! ”

Bryce cowers in his chair as Dakota just laughs to himself. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of steel pliers. He holds them in his hand for a moment, feeling out its weight before his eyes turn back to Bryce.

SMITH: ”Now… I’m sure the two of you are sitting here wondering what in the world is it that I could want from you two. Well if I’m being completely honest to myself I just want to see you two suffer. I want to see this whole roster suffer… You two where just the easiest to get to. And as an added bonus you two know Havok, someone who I hope to put in the ground very.. VERY soon. ”

BRYCE: ”We…We don’t know anything.”

Dakota’s tongue comes out runs across his bottom lip as a snarl forms on his face. He quickly grabs Bayne and takes his mouth gag off. Dakota then sticks the pliers into Bayne’s mouth and grabs a hold of a tooth. Bayne tries to fight away with muffled screams But Dakota holds his head steady as he glares at Bryce who is trying to plead with the madman to stop hurting his brother.

BRYCE: ”I PROMISE YOU! We don’t know shit! Nathan doesn’t tell us anything anymore, we aren’t even apart of the same team. He kicked us out! We know just as much as you do.”

SMITH: ”That’s Unfortunate..”

Dakota lets go of the pliers but makes sure that Bayne bites down on them, so that they are now hanging out of his mouth. Dakota’s arm twitches a little bit as his head snaps to the left, then with full force he swings at Bayne, hitting him directly in the jaw making the pliers crack off of his teeth. Bayne’s chair falls over and you can hear the man weeping from the punishment. Dakota looks down at the fallen man and spits on in before turning his attention back to Bryce – who just looks completely terrified. Dakota reaches out his hand and rubs it in the blood covering Bryce’s face. He then pulls his hand back and licks his fingers, as if he had just finished off a rare steak.

SMITH: ”I figured you two knew nothing about Havok’s going ons. This is something much more than that though. I hope you understand. Because you see, you two can take this as one of two ways. You can let this break you or you can grow stronger from it. See me not as the monster underneath your bed – but as the god pushing you to do better things! Embrace the darkness I’m feeding you…Or wither away. It’s not your fault that this is happening to you… Its Perry Wallace’s fault. Perry decided that I didn’t deserve a match this week. Instead we have a card filled with a bunch of who gives a fucks! People who don’t deserve the air time. People like Inmate 31, Andrew Morrison, Connor Gates… Pathetic nothings trying to be something they are not. The first two lost in the thought that they could make it in my division! And the last thinking he is main event material. Three men who wake up every morning kidding themselves… It’s disgusting is it not? ”

Bryce nods his head but Dakota is paying him little to no attention, lost in his train of thought.

SMITH: ”I’m your future Extreme Champion. That is my destiny, and the only thing that I truly care about at this moment. But if you deny my violence the airtime it deserves…. Well then I’ll just make my own horror show… I’ll make the roster suffer! Then….Then I will have my feast, a feast fit for a true god of violence….”

Then in a split second Dakota is in the face of Bryce, swinging with a closed fist directly at the man’s nose. One hit after another all making the man’s face seemingly cave in that little bit more. After about seventeen hits Bryce sits in the chair motionless, his body dead weight. Dakota stands tall over him, his chest moving up and down with every deep breath. He has blood splattered on his chest and face and has seemingly split his own lip somehow. The snarl on Dakota’s face widens showing his yellow and cracked teeth. He lets out a blood curdling roar before picking up the chair with Bryce in it and holding it above his head. He then slams the chair down on top of Bayne’s. Both of the chairs wooden frames shattering, leaving the men in a pile of blood, bodily fluid, and broken wood. Dakota reaches his hand back into his pocket and pulls out a yellow bottle of lighter fluid. He begins to pour it on top of the boys, making sure that a majority of it goes to their face. He then throws the bottle on top of them and pulls out a silver zippo lighter. Just as he goes to click the flame you hear a door opening and overhead lights of the room come on. The camera pans around and you can see a staff member peering into the room. When the camera turns back around Dakota is nowhere to be found, just the beaten bodies of the Byson brothers. You hear the staff member call for help as the scene fades to black.

Deep in the bowels of the Tabernacle we find a grinning and giggling Eric Lee. He paces back and forth slightly. Every now and then turning his head to look over his shoulder.

LEE: “I was willing to let bygones be bygones Dustin. But you had to utter the name of your God.”

He giggles and raises the barbed wire bat he used on Inmate 31 earlier in the evening.

LEE: “You have brought my wrath upon you. This is what you wanted, remember that. Your Ultraviolent God now has a focus.”

Bringing the bat to his face for a closer inspection Lee grins sadistically. His tongue snakes out of that grin and licks some of the blood off of the barbed wire. Doing so draws some blood from Lee’s tongue. He closes his eyes and smiles in ecstasy.

LEE: “Dustin, you might have snapped your losing streak with that imposter deity. But it is sad for you that it shall continue now. You are in my sights, you are my anathema. I will stop at nothing to end your existence.”

Another creepy giggle escapes Lee’s frame. He taps the end of the bat in his hand, drawing blood but no reaction from Lee. He looks into the camera, an intensity of unfathomable depths in his eye.

LEE: “Worship me.”

Fade.

Backstage with the day off and dressed in their every day attire that being a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt for Royce. And then an expensive looking dress for Demi still equipped with their Tag Team titles despite the week off. The two are backstage most likely waiting to see that tag match that will determine their future opponents. Many of which they met last week in the back, still though the two seem to be enjoying the week off none the less.

RPG: ”It don’t matter who wins, can take them all out. But you know if that ugly ass team wins, I ain’t steppin’ in the ring with them.”

DEMI: ”But we already beat Ramona and Sativa…”

RPG: ”You know damn well who I meant, still though—“

Royce chuckles at her joke but shrugs it off and continues on until he sees someone approaching them. Catching his attention he turns towards the approaching man, only for it to be Jason Cashe stepping between them.

CASHE: ”Hellloooo beautiful, I don’t believe we’ve officially met!

Bumping Royce away with a side thrusting hip, Jason Cashe stands in front of Demi Griffin with a smile on his face and a hand extended wanting a handshake. Demi offers her hand and Cashe being the gentleman he has always been known by, leans forward and kisses the back of her hand.

CASHE: ”You are five kinds of fine!”

DEMI: ”You’re too sweet! You’re like a wild animal!”

CASHE: ”Grrrrr…Rrrraaaah! Haha! So what you doing after the sho–“

Ignored. Disrespected even, Royce Griffin shoves Cashe from the side and steps back into the conversation.

RPG: ”The hell are you doing Cashe? You think my sister is going to fall for that weak ass line either…”

DEMI: ”I dunno Royce, he’s kind of cute!”

RPG: ”WHAAAT!?!”

CASHE: ”Ha! I’m cute! FACE PALM!!”

Looking at his sister and Tag Partner, Royce cannot believe his ears. He looks at Demi then at Cashe with his mouth hung open a little trying to figure out how this made any sense. Demi seeming to be both flirting with Cashe and annoying her big brother. Finally pointing at Cashe, Royce steps forward at the former Champion to give him a warning.

RPG: ”You stay away from my sister man, I’m serious! She needs to focus on keeping these belts of ours and you’re all kinds of bat shit crazy! We don’t need that so stay back!”

CASHE:”Hey we can be friendly here! I’m just making nice with a beautiful woman. Isn’t that your game on twitter most days? Hey…what’s that? You got some ketchup on your shirt or something..”

Royce looks down, Cashe steps in and slides his finger up Royce’s chest and up his face. An old comedy bit right out of the Three Stooges. Royce shakes his head, turning to Demi as she giggles at the silly antics. Royce sticks his finger into his mouth and leans forward, putting his wet index into Cashe’s ear, giving him a wet willy. Never one to be out done attempting to one up in this tension filled yet playful exchange.

CASHE: ”Haha Good one! That’s the spirit!!”

Slapping Royce to the outside of the arm in a friendly manner, Jason Cashe nods to him before looking over at Demi.

CASHE:”Anytime you want to hang out…My door is always open! We’d have some crazy fun I’d bet but I’ll see you soon I hope..”

Snapping and pointing at Royce before walking away, Jason Cashe left the Tag Champions with some nerves turned. Royce seems very protective of his sister when it comes to someone like Cashe. He glares a bit as he walks off, unsure of the meeting. Demi leans to watch Cashe disappear down the hallway.

POWERS: ”Yo Everybody! We got a special treat for all of you tonight! Many of you know The Rock Star Griffin Hawkins as a Superstar of 4CW….but others know him as a frontman! So ladies and gentlemen, 4CW proudly brings to you…One of the most baddest bands in the land…Devilition!!!!”

The crowd cheers in anticipation as Griffin and his band are on the stage. Griffin has his head down, his hair hanging over his face.

HAWKINS: ”Atlanta Georgia……are you ready!?!”

The crowd pops huge at the sound of his voice.

HAWKINS: ”I can’t hear you…”

The crowd pops even louder this time.

HAWKINS: ”Then lets hit it!!!”

The sounds of heavy guitars, bass, and drums begin blaring as Griffin begins head banging to the music. He takes the microphone stand and begins singing.

“An original crazy

In a world that I’ve never known

My life is so rearranging

Where you end up can you ever know?”

“I gotta get out

And tear this whole place to the ground”

“In the night we’ll be kicking, screaming

Pickin’ through the pasts’ remains

In your eyes a future again

Make me go insane

Where we go we can never tell

Just take my hand and lead me through this hell”

The crowd is into it and begins cheering on the show. Signs reading “Griffin is GOD” and “Hawkins Rocks” is seen visible.

JOHNSON: ”Listen to this crowd! I feel like we’re at Woodstock or something!”

VASSA: ”These people are screaming so loud I can’t hear myself speak!”

“You whispered Prendimi Ora

I’m roaring “take me now”

You can’t imagine the horror

That you saved me from somehow”

“Gotta get out

From under the weight of this world”

“In the night we’ll be kicking, screaming

Pickin’ through the pasts’ remains

In your eyes a future again

Make me go insane

Where we go we can never tell

Just take my hand and lead me through this hell”

A huge “Hawkins” chant breaks out through the theater.

“In the night we’ll be kicking, screaming

Pickin’ through the pasts’ remains

In your eyes a future again

Make me go insane

Where we go we can never tell

Just take my hand and lead me through this hell

And lead me through this hell”

The crowd is on their feet cheering wildly as the song ends.

CROWD: ”*clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!* This is awesome! *clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!* This is awesome!”

HAWKINS: ”We love you Atlanta, Goodnight!”

The crowd cheers in appreciation…but then suddenly turns to boos as Dakota Smith bashes Hawkins from behind, knocking him down on the steel ramp way.

VASSA: ”What the hell!? What’s Dakota doing here?!”

JOHNSON: ”I guess he doesn’t appreciate Hawkins’ style of music!”

Smith picks Hawkins up, throwing him into the side of the entry way. The bands go to intervene but he shouts “Back off you fuckers!” at them, making them keep their distance. Hawkins is down as Dakota starts savagely beating on Hawkins with stiff punches. He grabs the Mic stand and begins choking Hawkins with it. He struggles for air as its across his throat.

SMITH: ”You’re not so fucking funny now are you!? Are you?!”

It takes a load of Officials to come out and pull Dakota off of Hawkins. They shout “That’s enough!” at him as he puts his hands up as if he’s backing up. He then notices Hawkins trying to get up as he tries to catch his breath. He then runs and kicks him square in the ribs, bringing him back down. Smith grins sadistically as he is being dragged away by officials. Griffin’s band mates check on him as we go back to commentary.

VASSA: ”Okay..this thing with Hawkins and Dakota is getting out of hand. I think it goes beyond the Extreme Title..it’s personal.”

JOHNSON: ”This isn’t about any title, just two people who hate eachothers guts. It’s as if Dakota Smith has grown obsessed with taking Hawkins out of 4CW, he’s not gonna rest until he has ended his career for good. “

VASSA: ”One way or another..these two need to settle this.”

We cut to the back where Gabriel Hartman was seen approaching the departing Felicity Banks. Felicity turned around as soon as she heard the footsteps coming her way, smiling once she noticed the reporter.

BANKS: ”Heeeeeyyyyyy…”

Felicity stopped and spun around to look at Hartman. She took a few steps toward Gabriel, a confused gleam in her eye.

BANKS: ”For some odd reason I can’t remember your name. Gabe was it?”

Hartman nodded his head.

HARTMAN: ”Gabriel, actually. But, Gabe works just fine.”

Felicity gave the backstage reporter a sarcastic nod of the head, following it with a pat on the back.

BANKS: ”Yaaah, close enough. Probably wouldn’t have any issues remembering your name if you came and saw me more! I mean… it’s been what? A couple of weeks since we spoke? Well, since my debut here, actually. I thought you already forgot about me! “

The sarcasm was clear in her voice. Felicity just wanted to get out of the arena, on her flight, and get home, but Gabriel put that on hold.

HARTMAN: ”It would be hard to forget about you, Felicity. Anyhow, mind if I get a word with you? You seem to be in a rush and I don’t want–“

The 2014 ORC Wrestler of the Year cut Hartman off before he could finish his sentence.

BANKS: ”Shhhh. You’re wasting time now. I AM in a rush, but I don’t mind spending a couple of minutes answering your questions. I have another two hours or so before my redeye takes off, sooooooo…”

Felicity glanced down at the time on her iPhone.

BANKS: ”I guess I can spare a minute or two of my time. Speak…”

HARTMAN: ”Well, Felicity – you’ve been nothing less than impressive since your debut in 4CW.”

Felicity laughed.

BANKS: ”As expected. Go on…”

HARTMAN: ”I just wanted to get your thoughts on the difference in competition here and in your other employers.”

Felicity took a minute to think about the question, then pulled the microphone in Hartman’s hand toward her chin.

BANKS: ”Competition’s competition, Gabey. No matter where you go there’s gonna be competition. I expected competition when I signed here, and I’ve definitely had it already. Trust me, I know the roads just gonna get tougher and tougher the further up I climb up the ladder, but…I need that. I want that. It’s not just talk when I say that I can beat anyone in this company. Hell, it’s not just this company – it’s any company in the World. Will I be tested? Probably, buuuuuuuuut – what’s that thing I say?”

She tapped on her chin a couple of times.

BANKS: ”Oh yeah! The outcome always remains the same. They… wait for it…. BOOOOOOOWWWWWWW DOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN TO THE…. wait for it….”

Deep breath.

BANKS: ”QUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

The “Queen” paused momentarily, laughing as she thought of something.

BANKS: ”You know what’s funny though? Like, I’ve watched some of the twitter spats the people here in 4CW have had with the peasants out there, and I can’t help but notice something. Every single time they get into it with someone – a challenge is made. A challenge is made and it always comes down to ‘COME HERE TO FIGHT ME’ and then it turns to ‘NO YOU COME HERE TO FIGHT ME!’”

She chuckled.

BANKS: ”Like freaking high school kids I tell ya – but yah. I’ve known that’s the mentality of a lot of the people in this business. Truthfully? That boggles my mind because I never knew that skills diminished when you jumped from company to company. I guess that’s the mindset of some people, but it’s certainly not mine. I really don’t care where I get the match, –I’m still gonna win. I don’t care who the hell hosts it — I’m STILL gonna win.”

She shrugged her shoulders, staring off into the space in front of her.

BANKS: ”I swear, Gabey… I feel like I’m the last of my breed. The breed of wrestlers who are confident enough in their own abilities to step into any company out there and claim the throne. “

She turned her head and looked at Gabriel with a sly smirk on her face.

BANKS: ”That’s what I did here, isn’t it? I stepped in, I said what I was going to do, and now? Now I’m in the process of doing it. I know it’s gonna take time, Gabey. I know that I still have a long way to go before I get to the point where I wanna be, but the fact is? I’m getting there. Slowly, but surely…I’m getting there. Besides, not all of us could be as lucky as Aidan Carwhatever and be at the right place at the right time, right?”

Not knowing how to answer the question, Gabriel switched the topic.

HARTMAN: ”Well, we only have one show left before South Beach Brawl. Care to tell us what you have planned for the big show?”

Felicity smiled and sidestepped away from Gabriel.

BANKS: ”I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. One thing I will say is that I’ll be there. You could bank on that.”

She gave him a wink and turned around, walking away from Gabriel and out of the arena.

UNDERCARD
XANDOR KALEL VS. KIRSTA LEWIS

The theatre lights drop into total darkness. Fans light cell phones and glow sticks as 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?

At 0:26 when the orchestra enters the theme, 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?

At 0:49 of “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 slides under the bottom rope and goes to the center of the ring. He lowers his head once more and slowly peels back the hood of his jacket to reveal a stoic, fearless expression.

I’ve traveled different countries, I’ve traveled in furthest lands

I haven’t found one to tell me, what is the soul of a man?

The Patron Saint of Wrestling slowly turns his head towards the entrance/his opponent with a cold glare behind long wet strands of hair as he removes his jacket.

JOHNSON: ”Things didn’t quite work out two weeks ago at Adrenaline with that eight person elimination rumble. Tonight, I’m willing to bet Xandor is looking to turn things around and get back on track.”

VASSA: ”He’ll be going up against another person who came up short in that same rumble, Kirsta Lewis!”

JOHNSON: ”These two both have something to prove tonight after letting that Pride Championship contender match slip through their fingers. It could go either way. Both of these wrestlers bring a lot to the table each and every time they step in that ring.”

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.

POWERS: ”Coming down to the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Hellcat”, Kirsta LLEEWWIISS!!!”

She lays it then across her shoulders as she makes her way down to the ring. At ring side she pauses a few moments sizing up the crowd and taking in all the hate thrown her way. She tosses her hair from side to side before mounting the steps and slipping through the ropes.

VASSA: ”There she is and boy, does she look like she’s ready for a fight!”

JOHNSON: ”If it’s a fight she’s looking for, she has one on her hands tonight with Xandor.”

VASSA: ”Well lets quit talking about it and get down to business!”

With the ref in the center of the ring, he checks with both corners for the nob and then throws his hand in the air to signal for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the chime dies down, the two make their way to the center of the ring. Circling each other for a moment, Xandor lunges forward and locks up with Kirsta. Overpowering her from the start, Xandor turns her around and drives his forearm into her lower back. He then slams it across the back of her head, sending her stumbling towards the ropes. Stopping herself with help from the ropes, Kirsta then turns around only to feel the wrath of Xandor as he strikes her in the face with a palm attack. He then grabs her by the arm and pulls her in, lifting his knee up and driving it into her stomach. Not letting go of her wrist, he then plants his other hand on her back and then throws her to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Moving to the center of the ring, Xandor waits as Kirsta hits the ropes and comes back full speed. When she finally makes it to him, Xandor lifts her up, turns his whole body and plants her into the mat with a powerslam.

Pushing himself up, Xandor wastes no time and viciously stomps on Kirta’s lower legs, repeatedly. He then steps to her side and drops a leg across her throat, sending her feet shooting into the air as his leg pins her head to the canvas. standing back to his feet, Xandor reaches down and grabs her by the arm, pulling her up. He then locks his arm around her head and hooks her leg but before he can lift her up to finish the fisherman suplex, Kirsta gouges his eyes and breaks the hold. She then goes on the attack with lefts and rights, backing Xandor across the ring as he fends them off one after the other. Kirsta then fakes a punch and when Xandor throws an arm up to block, she quickly takes advantage and kicks him in the stomach.

She then grabs him by the arm and throws him to the ropes across the ring. Bouncing back with speed, Xandor approaches Kirsta who is running at him swinging with a clothesline. Xandor ducks underneath the attack and continues to run to the opposite ropes. After hitting them hard, she comes back at Kirsta who stands her ground. Planting his shoulder into hers, Xandor knocks her to her back with a shoulder block that shakes the ring after she hits the canvas.

VASSA: ”I don’t think she was expecting that!”

JOHNSON: ”Standing your ground is one thing but there are times you just have to use your head, and this was one of those times.”

Xandor reaches down and grabs Kirsta by the head, pulling her up. Once up, he then pulls her in close with one hand on her wrist and nearly takes her head off with a short arm clothesline from the other arm. Kirsta rolls over to her stomach and tries to crawl towards the ropes but before she can, Xandor grabs her by the foot and drags her back to the center of the ring. Lifting her off the mat, Xandor quickly turns her around and lays a hard fist across the top of her head. Going back a step, Kirsta swings back and connects with a hard right of her own. The two then exchange punches for a moment before Kirsta goes for the knockout punch. Quickly leaning back and dodging the blow, Xandor counters with a kick to the stomach and follows it up with a DDT.

JOHNSON: ”We all knew that Xandor was a big guy. You can look at him and get that opinion for yourself. But tonight, he’s really showing his quickness.”

VASSA: ”He’s six feet, eight inches tall and every bit of two hundred eighty five pounds. You do not want to get on his bad side.”

Once to his feet, Xandor quickly pulls Kirsta up, not giving her even the smallest chance to rest and catch her breath. He then grabs ahold of her arm and throws her to the ropes with power. As she hits them and comes back, Xandor lifts her off her feet but as he does, she manages to wrap her legs around his head and take him to the mat with a head scissors takedown. Finding a burst of energy, Kirsta rolls across the ring but fluidly up to her feet. As Xandor pushes himself up to one knee, she quickly rushes in on him and jumps into the air, planting her knee right between his eyes, knocking him to his back.

Kirsta then takes a few steps back and waits as Xandor slowly pushes himself up but showing effects from the knee to the head. Once up, Kirsta steps in and goes for a superkick.

JOHNSON: ”Hells Bitch Kick!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think so!”

Before Kirsta’s boot takes his head off, Xandor catches it and holds her leg up for a moment while looking across at her in the eyes. He then spins her around and as she faces him again, Xandor kicks her in the stomach with anger. As Kirsta lunges over from the kick, Xandor pulls her head in between his legs and wraps his arms around her waist. Lifting her up as if going for a powerbomb, he cradles her over his back with his hands locked around her neck, holding her head over his shoulder. Xandor then falls to a sitting position, hitting her with a gory neckbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”GOLGOTHA!!!”

VASSA: ”I think he may have broken her neck with that move!”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no way she’s coming back from that!”

Xandor then rolls over and turns Kirsta to her back before covering for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

“Soul of a Man” hits the speakers as Xandor triumphantly climbs to his feet. The ref then stands beside him and raises his arm in the air as the music continues to play over the cheers of the crowd.

POWERS: ”Your winner, by pinfall, He is the “Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling”, XANDOR KKAALLEELL!!!”

Meanwhile, Backstage, there seems to be a disturbance. We see Monster Mash and Murgatroid outside the Staff office where the Referees hang out. The Two are standing outside the staff office As one of the secuirty people come by.

SECURITY: “Hey, you two. You can’t block this door. 4cw staff only.”

MURG: “Whatya mean Staff?”

SECURITY: “Medics, Announcers, Bookers, Journalists, and Referees-”

Mash’s ears perk up.

MASH: “Referees?”

SECURITY: “Yeah, Referees- now get out of here. Don’t you two have a match or something.”

Murg pulls Mash aside.

MURG: “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

The Security guard walks away.

MASH: “Hey Bro, we found ’em! The Motherlode!”

Tries to rush the door. Murg catches him.

MURG: “Whoa, not so fast. If you charge in there like a wild beast, they’ll run and they’ll scream and you won’t catch one. Play along a minute.”

Murg pokes his head into the office. Mash has a steel chair in his hand.

MURG: “Hey guys, They need a referee at ringside. Pronto!”

A referee comes rushing out and Mash waffles him with a chair. There is a resounding clang as the ref hits the floor. Murg grabs his legs drags him away, stuffing the unconscious official in a broom closet.

MASH: “Now that was fun! Let’s do it again.”

MURG: “Patience. We just wait here and when the matches start, a referee will come out and you can clobber ’em.”

Another referee comes out and Mash sees him, nearly missing him, but clipping him just behind the ear with the chair and dropping him. Murg grabs the ref by his legs and drags him away and stuffs him in the broom closet, too.

MURG: “I wonder how many referees there are in there.”

Mash gets an impulsive look in his eye and driven by a force he cannot control, he rushes the office before Murg can stop him, yelling, swinging chairs and scattering EVERYONE in the office. The Cameraman can’t see in from outside, but the sounds of chairs clanging, stuff breaking, glass breaking, and the door swings open and a swarm of people runs out of the room in terror, followed by the chair-swinging Monster Mash.

MASH: “They do that every time! Come back here and lemme clobber you!”

Begins chasing down the referees.

MURG: “Come back! We got a match!”

Takes off after Monster Mash, with Dr. Hyde who has just emerged from the dressing room, chasing down both of them.

UNDERCARD
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. SHANE BORDERLAND

The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone’s attention as 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.

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

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”We have another match here with two folks who couldn’t pull off the win from that elimination rumble. As the match before, this will be a great opportunity for one to bounce back and get their name back in the Pride picture.”

VASSA: ”What’s better than having a drunk Irishmen in the ring with the Bad Boy himself? NOTHING!!!”

JOHNSON: ”These two did a number on each other in that rumble. Now, with no one else in the ring, lets se if these two can rip each other apart.”

The ref checks with each wrestler for the nod before throwing his arm up and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Not wasting any time, Seamus and Shane both take off from their corners and collide in the center of the ring, exchanging blows back and forth. Taking the lead, Shane hits him with a quick jab to the nose, stunning him briefly but long enough to take advantage. After kicking Seamus in the stomach, Shane picks him up from the mat and throws him down to the mat with a scoop slam. Backing up and hitting the ropes, Shane comes back and goes for a big elbow drop across Seamus’s head but misses as he comes down and Seamus rolls out of the way. Standing up to his feet, Seamus waits as Shane gets up and charges towards him. Lunging forward, Shane tries to lock up with Seamus but gets countered as Seamus lifts him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry hold. Falling back, Seamus drives Shane’s back into the mat with a Samoan drop.

Seamus quickly climbs to his feet and turns to Borderland who is making his way up as well. Moving in for the attack, Seamus lands a hard punch to the back of Shane’s head, keeping him down on one knee. He then grabs ahold of his head with both hands and lunges his head forward, nailing Shane in the back of his with a brutal headbutt. Not letting Shane fall forward to the mat, Seamus pulls him up to his feet and quickly spins him around. Lifting him up and holding him with both hands, Seamus takes off running and plants Shane’s back into the canvas with a running powerslam.

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is a big boy and he’s showing us his strength right now as we speak!”

VASSA: ”He’s throwing Shane around like a ragdoll, making it look easy. I’d hate to have this guy gunning for me. I’m glad I’m not Brody Lee Prince from Fistful of Friday!”

Seamus then stands up, makes his way over Shane’s head and looks down at him for a brief moment. He then reaches down, grabs him by the head throat with both hands and lifts him up to his feet. As he chokes the life out of him, Shane counters and smacks his hands together, hitting both of Seamus’s ears at the same time. Seamus quickly lets go of his grip around Shane’s throat and takes a step back. Shane then steps in beside him and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep.

Rolling around the mat, Seamus holds his back as the pain shoots all over his body. Up to his feet, Borderland grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. he then connects with a hard right to the side of Seamus’s head, followed by another and another. Shane then turns him around and sinks his claws into each of Seamus’s shoulders. Jumping into the air and planting his knees in the top of Seamus’s back, he then falls backwards going for a backstabber. Instead of going down, Seamus pulls himself away as Shane hits the mat with a thud.

Seamus then turns his attention back to Shane and jumps on top of him. Unloading with a series of punches, Seamus beats him from every angle. He then rolls Shane over and presses his face into the mat while standing back to his feet. Seamus then drags Shane across the ring, pressing his face harder and harder into the canvas, giving him a burn as they cross over each inch of the ring. Seamus then unloads with multiple forearm shots to the back of his head, beating him senseless.

VASSA: ”Shane sure is getting his bell rung tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Something is off, he just doesn’t look to be himself tonight.”

VASSA: ”He needs to get his mind on this match and off of ice cream and sexy ladies.”

Pulling Shane back to his feet, Seamus gets caught off guard as he catches an uppercut to the chin. Knocking him back a few steps, Shane then steps forward and puts Seamus on his back with a shoulder block. Seamus quickly pops up to his feet but as he does, Shane puts him right back down with another shoulder block. Shane then leaps in the air and comes down with a vicious elbow drop across Seamus’s chest. He then slowly gets up and pulls Seamus along for the ride.

Once up, Shane bends Seamus over and pulls his head in between his legs. Going to lift him up for a piledriver, Seamus overpowers him and begins to slowly stand straight up. Holding on and trying to keep him down, Shane squeezes his arms around Seamus’s stomach tighter and tighter but just can’t stop the inevitable. Finally standing straight up, Seamus flips Shane over his head and sends him falling flat on his back in the center of the ring.

Rolling over to his stomach and pushing himself up, Shane comes at Seamus. Quick on his feet, Seamus then jumps up, grabs Shane by the back of the head, and falls back to the mat. As Seamus hits the mat, he drives his knees upward into Shane’s face, hitting him with the devastating move.

JOHNSON: ”THE IRISH KISS!!!”

VASSA: ”Shane didn’t see that coming!”

Seamus then quickly covers Shane for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: ”It’s lights out baby! This one is in the books!”

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is getting off on the right foot to get back into the groove. Hopefully he can carry the momentum moving forward.”

“The Spicy McHaggis Jig” hits the speakers as Seamus stands to his feet and gets his arm raised by the ref.

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, SEAMUS OOOO… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”

Three fluorescence light bulbs are turned on inside the boiler room as Inmate 31 is standing there with blood flowing down his face. It would appear that he was smacking himself again due to the voices. Petra is sitting over by the wall as Shamrock is busy ripping heads off of lizards. Inmate stares into the camera lens as blood covers his own face.

INMATE 31: ”The voices aren’t happy with me. It would appear that I didn’t finish what I started. Last week, the voices wanted me to decimate those two fuck nuts but I was a bit soft with them. Tonight, the voices wanted another victim but I chose not to strike. The voices are upset that someone leaked to the rumor mill about their official appearance. Well, they have informed me that due to circumstances that were brought on by Eric Lee is his cohorts. The Voices will not appear tonight.”

The camera slowly follows Inmate as he paces back and forth.

INMATE 31: ”Tonight, was only the beginning of this war that is brewing. Like I have said, this war isn’t about one man. It isn’t about titles or being the god damn star. It’s about me. This war is about me letting go of all my humanity and embracing the monster that lies inside of me. Tonight, Andrew Morrison was just the first of many to test my new found bloodlust. Andrew wanted a damn bloodbath and he got one. Eric Lee wants to fight me. Well, The Man of Fear says what’s stopping you. Bring your scrawny ass down to the boiler room and try something. Just know Eric, that I will always get the final word because of this…”

Inmate holds up a television remote and points it at the camera.

INMATE 31: ”CLICK…..DOOMSDAY”

Inmate presses his thumb down on a single button as the camera cuts off. Static fills the screen as “YOU’VE BEEN WARNED” blinks on the screen.

The broadcast cuts backstage where a camera catches the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, Xandor Kalel, and his wife and manager, Alexis Calloway-Kalel, in the middle of a heated discussion. Alexis is adamant about something. Xandor, still in his wrestling gear after his match with Kirsta Lewis, looks irritated.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”I swear to God it was Daniella, Baby!”

Xandor pushes long black strands of wet hair back from his face in frustration. He looks around, surveying the backstage holding area for any sign of his former MissioDei compatriot and lover, Daniella Benedict.

KALEL: ”Did she say anything to you?”

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Nothing. But she did have this overconfident smirk on her face. Then she pointed at me and did the knife slitting the throat hand thing. Xandor, I’m scared.”

Alexis is pale in terror. The Patron Saint takes his wife into his arms and holds her tight as he continues to inspect the area. Just then Gabriel Hartman walks up to Xandor and Alexis with mic in hand.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, in their first backstage interview in 4CW, the enigmatic ‘Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling’ Xandor Kalel and former Playboy Playmate Alexis Calloway-Kalel.”

Xandor is livid as his eyes widen. He looks like he’s about to detach Hartman’s head from his neck before Alexis calms him by putting her hands on his chest. Hartman takes a cautious step back.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Baby! I set this up. Remember we talked about this before coming to the theatre? I forgot all about it with our small distraction.”

Alexis has an incredible soothing effect on Xandor. He grows stoic as she turns around to face Hartman while flashing her million dollar smile, hiding her previous terror. Hartman takes this as a cue that’s it safe to proceed with the interview.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Thanks for having us, Gabriel.”

Hartman looks up at Xandor, a bit awestruck by his presence. However, he focuses on Alexis for the moment.

HARTMAN: ”Alexis, you are well-known in the men’s magazine industry and many other sporting events, what got you interested in professional wrestling much less 4 Corners Wrestling?”

Alexis pops another beautiful smile for all her past and new fans.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Honestly, I’ve always been a fan of contact sports like wrestling. I grew up watching football, boxing, and wrestling with my dad and brother. When I started modeling and hosting, my first gigs were boxing events, MMA fights, and my brother, Ryan, an active Sergeant in the US Army, hey Ry, is a huge pro wrestling fan. So when I met the Patron Saint here, I was hooked. Xandor signed with 4CW, so I came with him as a package deal!”

Hartman tries to give Alexis a flirty smile before turning his attention to Xandor.

HARTMAN: ”Xandor Kalel, we don’t know too much about you other than you’ve had solid success thus far here in 4CW. You have two excellent wins against Marisol Hawkes, and tonight against Kirsta Lewis, and a nice showing in the Pride Title Contender Elimination Rumble. What’s your goal?”

Xandor glares a hole into Hartman and gives him a simple one-word answer.

KALEL: ”Redemption.”

Hartman waits for more from the Patron Saint but nothing follows. Alexis interjects like a pro.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”The Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling isn’t here to preach sermons to the masses. He lets his actions speak for him. He’s here to redeem each and every 4CW superstar and championship from the plagues of evil and injustice. Each match has a purpose; and that purpose is the total redemption of 4 Corners Wrestling.”

Hartman is impressed by Alexis’ verbal prowess. Now he hits them with a heavier question.

HARTMAN: ”Rumors are flying around backstage that the Patron Saint isn’t as holy as he portrays himself. I received an anonymous email that tells a different side of Xandor Kalel.”

Both Alexis and Xandor are perplexed.

HARTMAN: ”The email states that Xandor Kalel has an illegitimate child and that he refuses to do right by her. Any truth to this allegation?”

Alexis blushes while Xandor’s demeanor grows cold.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Umm…don’t believe everything you read from the internet, Gabriel. Especially from an anonymous source.”

Hartman smells a scoops and presses the topic.

HARTMAN: ”At Adrenaline 21 in Myrtle Beach, we saw a young girl named Mya say that she was Xandor’s daughter. How can you deny that?”

Alexis looks at Xandor before facing Hartman again.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”We don’t. All little girls want a big strong man to be their daddy. She was just an overzealous fan who got carried away.”

Hartman looks directly into Xandor’s eyes.

HARTMAN: ”Does the name Daniella Benedict mean anything to you?”

A snarl begins to form on the Patron Saint’s face. Alexis knows she’s not going to be able to restrain Xandor from going after Hartman for long.

HARTMAN: ”It does, doesn’t it? What are you hiding, Xandor?”

Alexis turns around and looks at Xandor, again putting her hands on his chest. She runs excellent interference.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Babe, I want to get your knee looked at before heading back to the hotel. OK?”

Xandor nods before Alexis faces Hartman and flirtatiously smiles at him.

CALLOWAY-KALEL: ”Gabe, thanks so much for the time but we need to get going.”

Hartman doesn’t want to let it go but Alexis grabs Xandor’s hand and pulls it in the direction of the locker rooms. Xandor is beaming invisible lasers with his eyes at Hartman. He has a pompous smirk.

HARTMAN: ”Remember that the truth will set you free, big man!”

Xandor continues to glare at Hartman then turns to follow Alexis. Gabriel Hartman stands there with a satisfied look on his face before heading to his next interview. The camera turns to movement behind one of the tall standing production boxes. From the shadows steps a beautiful brown haired woman dressed in black fatigues similar to those of Xandor Kalel. She smiles confidently as she looks in the direction of Xandor and Alexis’ exit.

MYSTERY WOMAN: ”See you in South Beach, my love.”

The woman blows a kiss in the direction of Xandor’s departure, then smiles boldly before a slow fade to black.

HEADLINE
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER 1 CONTENDER
FOUR CORNERS TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH

CREATURE FEATURE VS. BIOHAZARD VS. POLITICALLY INCORRECT VS. THE BLACK DAHLIAS

“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.

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: ”Introducing to the ring second, James Donovan and Valkyrie, BIOHAZARD!!!”

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. Reaching the ring barrier, Valkyrie steps over first as JXD vaults over second, both then storm the ring.

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.

“SOMEWHERE BEYOND HAPPINESS AN SADNESS

I NEED TO CALCULATE WHAT CREATES MY OWN MADENSS”

As the fans nag him on, from behind the curtains and into a fog of smoke confidently steps out Antoine Rage wearing his usual black trunks with silver lettering on the back reading: “RAGE,” accompanied by black knee pads and boots of the same color. Finishing off his in-ring attire is black sports tape wrapped around each wrist. As an explosion of white lasers cut through the thick artificial fog. Antoine Rage steps through the dense smoke and flashes a sly grin at the booing fans.

“I FEEL IRRATIONAL, SO CONFROTNTAIONAL

TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I’M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER”

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring first, from the Sin City of Las Vegas, Nevada… 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.

“NOW HAS COME THE DAY THAT I TAKE THE LEAD AND I MAKE YOU FOLLOW…

TOAST THE CHAMPION ‘CAUSE I CAME FROM GREED AND NOT TOMORROW…”

POWERS: ”…And his partner, from Hollywood, California, “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.

“AND OF ALL MY PILLS AND ALL OF MY DRINKS IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…

ALL THAT I FEEL AND ALL THAT I SEE IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…”

Running up to each turnbuckle of the 4CW ring one by one, Dustin Reeves acrobatically hops on to the middle ropes and raises he right arm as in victory, as the fans shower him with boos each time before hopping back down. Making his way to the center of the ring while slapping a high five with a reluctant Antoine Rage, he mouths something off to the referee, as the two await the beginning of the match.

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: ”That’s all four teams in the ring now. We can finally get this match underway.”

VASSA: ”Oh look, the ref even has a black shirt pulled over that striped one, Smart thinking.”

JOHNSON: ”Monster Mash has something for black and white stripes. He freaks out and goes crazy.”

VASSA: ”More like ape shit!”

JOHNSON: ”He just has to play it safe when in the ring with that monster. Creature Feature have proven to be out of control.”

VASSA: ”It looks like all four teams are ready. Sativa and Ramona are discussing things, possibly a strategy for this big match up.”

JOHNSON: ”We have James Donovan and Valkyrie in the corner across from them and they look focused. They’re not even discussing things. Their eyes are dead set on the official.”

VASSA: ”Then we have the team of Politically Incorrect, Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves. These two have been impressive since debuting in 4CW a few weeks ago and now they get the opportunity to challenge Black Listed at South Beach Brawl for the tag championships.”

JOHNSON: ”Not just them, everyone in the ring tonight gets the opportunity to challenge for the belts. This is a four corners elimination tag team match. Four teams will start but only one can walk out a winner. One by one, we’ll watch as a team is eliminated until there is only one left standing.”

VASSA: ”I think the official has chosen which two will start this match. He’s waved at both Murgatroid and Dustin Reeves to come to the center of the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Well before we get this thing started lets go over a few details, one mainly. A tag can be made with any team, any wrestler who isn’t already in the match. Whether the tag is mutual or out of nowhere, the tagged wrestler must enter the ring or their team will be eliminated from the contest.”

VASSA: ”Come on, Stevie, this isn’t the first four corners tag match we’ve hosted here in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: ”Well lets get down to business then.”

Both Murg and Reeves stand across from each other in the center of the ring with the ref separating them. As the official goes over the rules of the match, Murg lunges forward and plants a huge right hand to Reeves head. The ref quickly moves out of the way as Murg swings again and connects with another to the side of Reeves head. The ref then quickly signals for the bell as the action has already began.

DING!!! DING!!!

Connecting with punch after punch, Murg rings Reeves bell over and over, slowly backing him to the ropes. Once Reeves hits the ropes without nowhere else to go, Murg grabs him by shoulders and pulls him in while driving his knee into his stomach. Murg then grabs him by the arm and throws him towards the ropes across the ring with force. Hitting them and coming back with speed, Reeves runs into a flying shoulder block that drops him to his back in the center of the ring. Murg pushes himself up with ease and wastes no time before moving in on Reeves with a brutal knee drop to the face. Standing back up over Reeves, Murg reaches down and grabs him by the arm and leg and lifts him up from the canvas like a pillow. He then spins around and launches Reeves into the air, throwing him across the ring. Reeves hits the canvas with a thud and crashes into the corner.

Murg then rushes toward the corner where Ramona and Sativa stand on the apron. Murg swings with a powerful punch at Sativa but misses as she leans back and holds on to the ropes. Sativa then pops up and plants the top of her head into Murg’s chin. The ref accepts it as a tag and as he does, Ramona quickly climbs the turnbuckle and leaps from the top. Planting her feet in the side of his shoulder, Ramona sends Murg flipping over the top rope with a dropkick. Formalda Hyde quickly rushes around the ring to help Murg but keep him under control and from doing something to cost Creature Feature the match. Sativa and Ramona talk amongst themselves inside of the ring while keeping an eye on Murg and Hyde on the outside. As the two walk around the ring to their corner, Ramona then climbs through the ropes and to the outside.

Out of nowhere, Reeves rushes in and hits Sativa in the back of the knee with a dropkick. With her leg taken out from under her, Sativa falls backwards to the mat. Reeves quickly gets to his feet and wastes no time as he unloads on her face with multiple stomps and kicks. Reeves then grabs her by the head and pulls her up. He then applies a side headlock and slowly walks her to the center of the ring. Reeves then lifts her up in the air and drops her across his knee with a backbreaker. Bouncing off his knee and flipping over, Sativa hits the mat face first. Standing back to his feet, Reeves grabs her by the leg and holds it up for a moment. He then drops down and plants an elbow to the inside of her thigh.

Reeves then pushes her leg away and stands back to his feet. Reaching down, he grabs Sativa by the arm and pulls her up to her feet. Not letting go of her arm, Reeves jerks her in quickly and drives his shoulder into hers. He then throws her to the ropes behind him. As Sativa approaches the ropes, she jumps into the air and plants her feet on the middle rope. Springboarding off, Sativa turns her body in mid-air and wraps her arm around Reeves head as she gets within range. Using her momentum, she then spins him around and plants his head into the canvas with a tornado DDT.

VASSA: ”Watch out now!”

JOHNSON: ”That was some on the go thinking from Sativa.”

VASSA: ”Reeves didn’t see that one coming!”

Slow to get up, Sativa slowly hobbles to her corner where Ramona reaches over the ropes for the tag. Once in range, the two slap hands and Mona quickly enters the ring and rushes Reeves before he has a chance to get up. Grabbing him by the head, she pulls Reeves up to his feet and slaps him across the chest. Not satisfied, she slaps him across the chest again, this time harder than the first. Ramona then delivers a quick throat thrust, sending Reeves down to one knee. She then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. After hitting them and coming back with speed, Ramona nails Reeves with a sliding forearm smash to the face.

JOHNSON: ”Blitzkrieg Bop!”

Mona quickly covers for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

VASSA: ”Antoine ain’t having that!”

JOHNSON: ”At least she tried to go for a quick one.”

After pulling his boot away from the back of Mona’s head, Rage pulls her up from the mat. After landing a few punches to the top of her head, he then throws her to the corner of Biohazard. Rage then helps Reeves up from the mat before the ref quickly orders him to leave the ring. Not putting up a fight, Rage backs towards his corner and climbs onto the apron. After seeing the ref has his attention back on the active wrestlers, Valkyrie reaches over the ropes and slaps Mona across the chest. The ref recognizes the tag but before he can make his way over, Valkyrie climbs over the top rope and enters the ring. She then grabs Ramona by the back of the head and walks her across the ring and throws her to the ropes, sending her up and over the top, falling to the outside.

Turning her attention to Reeves, Valkyrie watches as he slaps hands with Rage initiating yet another tag. Rage then storms into the ring and locks eyes with Valkyrie staring back at him. The two circle each other in the center of the ring before Valkyrie makes the first move and connects with a hard right to the side of Rage’s head. Rage then fires back with a right of his own, knocking her back a step. Valkyrie then swings back with another and connects, then Rage connects with another. The two exchange punches back and forth for a moment before Valkyrie stuns him with a haymaker. Before Rage can react, she fires away with a knife edge chop across his chest. Valkyrie then steps in close and wraps her arms around Rage, lifts him up, and plants him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

Valkyrie then stands back up and waste no time before she drops an elbow across his throat. Quickly getting to her feet, she then pulls Rage up and throws him to the rope. As Rage approaches the ropes, Murg quickly runs to the center of the apron and plants a knee in his back as he hits them. Reaching over the top, Murg grabs Rage by the head and turns him around. Pressing his face into the top rope, Murg drags it across the top as the two approach the corner. Once there, Murg then slams his face into the top of the turnbuckle. On the other side, Mash slaps Rage across the back. The ref recognizes the tag and as he does, Mash then pulls Rage in closer and wraps his arm around Rages head. He then props Rage’s arm over his and then lifts him up and over the top rope, dropping him to the outside floor with a suplex.

VASSA: ”Oh shit!”

JOHNSON: ”Monster Mash lifted Antoine up like it was nothing!”

Lying on the apron, Mash rolls underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring. Before he can get up, Valkyrie quickly rushes towards him. Kicking him in the side of the head, Valkyrie then jumps on top of him and does a little ground and pound. From the outside, Murg kicks his foot through the ropes and plants it in her face, knocking her off Mash. The two then rush to get up but Mash makes it to his feet first. Before Valkyrie can get up, Mash pushes her back to the mat in the corner. He then turns his attention to the ref and grabs ahold of him.

JOHNSON: ”WHAT IS HE DOING?”

VASSA: ”Maybe he caught a glimpse of that striped shirt he’s wearing underneath that pullover.”

With the ref distracted, Hyde hands Murg a chair from the outside. As Valkyrie gets to one knee, Murg swings the chair over the top rope and comes down on her head with it.

CRACK!!!

Murg then tosses the chair aside to the floor as Valkyrie falls forward. Mash then pushes the ref aside and rushes in. He grabs her by the arm and drags her away from the ropes and rolls her over to her back. Mash then covers for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Valkyrie manages to kick out at the last split second. Mash quickly looks to the ref in a rage and pushes himself up. He then backs the ref against the ropes and begins to lose it as he fusses about a slow count. Meanwhile, Valkyrie slowly begins to come to and forces herself up. Limping to her corner, she makes her way to Donovan as Mash is still distracted with the ref. Before they can make contact, Mash turns around only to see the a tag about to get made. He then takes off from stand still and rushes behind Valkyrie. Slamming his forearms across the top of her back, he knocks her into the corner where Donovan is able to make a tag in the refs sight.

VASSA: ”What are you doing, Monster Mash?”

JOHNSON: ”He put a hurting on Valkyrie but knocked her into a tag.”

Donovan climbs into the ring instantly and fires away with a punch to the side of Mash’s head. He then fires with another and another, hitting him before he has a chance to react. Backing him across the ring, once in the center, Donovan then hits him with an elbow strike to the nose, knocking him back a step in a daze. He then lunges forward and locks up with Mash. Overpowering him from the start, Donovan begins to force him down to one knee. The two continue to fight to overpower the other but out of nowhere, Mash forces himself up to both feet. He then drives his knee into Donovan’s stomach and breaks the lock up. Mash then rakes Donovan’s eyes. The ref yells out a warning but Mash ignores him. He then grabs Donovan by the head and pulls it in close to him. Opening his mouth wide, Mash bites down on his forehead like a mad man.

The ref quickly forces himself in between the two which in turn makes Mash angry. He then pushes Donovan away, sending him to the floor, and turns his attention to the ref. The ref back steps across the ring, keeping a safe distance in between the two. He then looks to a member of the ringside crew and points at him, signaling for something. Mash then chases the ref around the ring. The member of the ringside crew then pulls out a walkie-talkie and begins yelling into it. The chase inside of the ring then ends as Mash finally gets his hands on the ref.

JOHNSON: ”Oh no, this can’t be good for the official.”

VASSA: ”Here comes the cavalry!”

Another official, Patrick McDade runs out from the back and down the entrance ramp with a gang of security guards behind him.

Back in the ring, Mash lifts the official up over his head and then begins to spin around in circles, taking him for a ride. The ref quickly waves his arm at the other official signaling. Back to the outside, the new ref yells at Murgatroid to get control of his partner. Murg just laughs it off, forcing the refs hand and urging him to make a call. The ref then points a Murg and yells…

“YOU TWO ARE OUT OF HERE!!!”

A couple of security guards then pulls Murg down from the apron and subdue him. Hyde quickly runs over, pitching a fit. Another member of security then grabs her. They then drag Murg and Hyde up the entrance ramp kicking and screaming.

CREATURE FEATURE DISQUALIFIED

Stopping in his place, Mash notices the two being carried off to the back. He then drops the ref to his side with one hand holding tightly to the collar of his shirt. Mash then climbs out of the ring and drags the ref with him.

VASSA: ”What’s he doing with the ref?”

JOHNSON: ”Brace yourself, Vinny! We’re about to witness another episode at ringside like we did a few weeks ago.”

The security guards still at ringside quickly rush around both sides of the ring to close in on Mash. Realizing both paths are blocked, Mash then lifts the ref up and throws him over his shoulder. Mash then climbs over the barricade at ringside and runs through the fans with the ref over his shoulder, screaming for help. The security guards quickly jump over the barricade and chase him through the crowd. Mash then gets to the aisle between the rows and runs to the back, disappearing as he exits the theater.

JOHNSON: ”Monster Mash just ran off with the ref!”

VASSA: ”I hope he doesn’t pull off that black shirt to reveal that striped one. Things would then go from bad to deadly.”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like Whitby will be filling in as the official now and he’s already in the ring.”

The ref checks with Donovan who has finally gotten over the eye rake from earlier. He then backs to the center of the ring, leaving Donovan in his corner. Looking back and forth between corners, the ref finally locks his eyes on Politically Incorrect and waves for one of them to enter the ring. After talking amongst themselves for a moment, Reeves enters the ring with a cocky look on his face. The ref then points at both him and Donovan and yells for the match to continue.

The two approach each other before standing toe to toe in the center of the ring. After standing in silence for a brief moment, Reeves throws a right hook but gets blocked. Donovan then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. Donovan then wraps his arms around Reeves waist and lifts him up from the canvas, flips him around and plants his back into the mat with a huge powerbomb. Donovan then stomps on the left leg of Reeves over and over, targeting mainly the knee with his attacks. He then grabs Reeves by the foot and rolls him over to his stomach. Raising his foot in the air and lifting his knee from the canvas, Donovan then slams Reeves knee downward into the mat with force. Reeves releases a grunt from the pain but before he can do anything about it, Donovan then drops down with an elbow to the back of that same knee.

Donovan then climbs on top of Reeves back and locks his hands around his chin. Pulling back with power, Donovan tries to rip his head off with the fierce chin lock. Reeves tries to fight the pain as he squirms in an attempt to break free. After a few short moments, Donovan then slams his face into the mat and raises up to a standing position. With Reeves between his legs, Donovan then quickly drops down to both knees and drives his elbow into Reeves spine. He then pushes himself up while pressing his face into the mat. Once up, Donovan pulls Reeves up from the mat and then throws him to his corner where Valkyrie patiently waits. Crashing into the corner with his back, Reeves holds himself up with the ropes. Out of nowhere, Valkyrie reaches over the top and wraps his arms around his head, locking her hands over his chin. Applying a chin lock of her own, she pulls his head backwards, using the ropes underneath her arms for leverage. Donovan then takes off towards the corner and as he approaches, Valkyrie lets go of Reeves, opening him up to receive a running clothesline.

VASSA: ”Can she do that?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think she cares either way. Why don’t you be the one to tell her.”

VASSA: ”Nah… I think I’m good.”

Donovan and Valkyrie then slap hands and make the tag as Reeves slowly falls to a sitting position in the corner. Switching places with Donovan, Valkyrie enters the ring and quickly turns her attention to Reeves sitting in the corner. She then grabs the top ropes with both hands and begins to stomp on him in the corner. After a few second pass, the ref quickly moves in and pulls her away. Given the time to get up, Reeves slowly pulls himself up with help from the ropes. Before he can get his feet settled, Valkyrie rushes him in the corner with her arms above her head. She swings down with a double axe handle but slams them against the top turnbuckle as Reeves ducks and rolls out of the way. She quickly turns around and goes on the attack again before he can get up from one knee.

Running towards him, Valkyrie kicks her foot up for a big boot to the face but Reeves drops back down to the mat and avoids contact. He then quickly turns his body and kicks her legs out from under her, knocking her to the mat. The two then rush to get up. Still worn down from the beating earlier, Reeves is last to get up. Valkyrie runs to the ropes and comes back with speed, swinging to take his head off with a powerful clothesline. At the last possible moment, Reeves dodges the blow and sends her crashing to her face with a drop toe hold. He then pushes himself up but before he can step away, Valkyrie grabs him by the foot, stopping him in his place. Turning around quickly and swiveling on his foot, Reeves lifts his other up from the mat and plants it across her forehead. After pulling his foot away, Reeves takes a step back but stumbles.

Valkyrie then takes the opportunity to push herself up. After getting his feet settled, Reeves then runs towards her and jumps into the air, flying right at her. he hits her with a leaping clothesline. Maintaining her footing, Valkyrie refuses to go down. Reeves then takes a few steps back and jumps towards her again, hitting her with another clothesline. Going back a few steps, Valkyrie repositions her feet but as she does, Reeves is right there coming at her with yet another leaping clothesline. After connecting with the third, Valkyrie falls to her back with a thud. Reeves then looks to his corner where Rage is eager to get back in the action. He then rushes over and the two make the official tag.

JOHNSON: ”Looks like we have a fresh body in the match!”

VASSA: ”Reeves did a little number on her so if Rage can capitalize then this might be bad for Valkyrie.”

JOHNSON: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

After stepping through the ropes, Rage runs towards Valkyrie and jumps into the air. Coming down with a leg drop, Rage crashes into the mat as she rolls out of the way before the leg drops down across her throat. Valkyrie then pushes herself up as Rage rolls back and forth, holding his back. She then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing ahold of one arm, she turns him around and pins it behind his back. Before she can do any damage, Rage throws an elbow back and plants it right in her upper lip. Breaking her hold, Rage steps away from her and quickly turns around. The two then lock up in the center of the ring. Surprisingly, Valkyrie quickly overpowers Rage and walks him backwards across the ring. Making their way to the free corner, Valkyrie slams his back against the corner with force. She then lands a couple quick punches to the side of his head before following up with a headbutt.

With Rage in a daze, she then grabs him by the back of the head and jumps up, planting her feet into his stomach. Valkyrie then falls backwards to the mat, pulling Rage down with her. As her back hits, she then kicks her legs straight and sends Rage flipping up and over with a monkey toss. Hitting the mat hard on his back, Rage manages to roll forward and raises up to one knee, with his back turned to Valkyrie who is slowly getting to her feet. Before he can get up, Valkyrie quickly moves in and throws three punches to the back of his head. Grabbing him by the head, she then stands Rage up. Hooking her arm around his head and his around hers, she then goes to lift him up for a suplex. Before his feet get too far off the ground, Rage begins to kick his legs, stopping the motion and dropping back to the mat. He then overpowers Valkyrie and lifts her up, falls back and drops her to the canvas with a vertical suplex.

The two then slowly get to their feet, not in any particular rush, but catching their breath while in the process. Standing at the same time, Valkyrie lunges forward and connects with a right hand. Rage then swings back and connects with a punch of his own. Growing frustrated, Valkyrie lunges forward at Rage to lock up but misses as he side steps her and moves in from behind. Rage then lifts her up in a reverse fireman’s carry position, applying a backbreaker rack.

JOHNSON: ”It’s time for Valkyrie to go to some Anger Management!”

VASSA: ”He’s going to snap her back in half!”

Rage begins to bounce up and down with Valkyrie’s back across his shoulders. The ref quickly moves in to check with her for a submission but as he does, Donovan begins to climb through the ropes to enter the ring. From the other side, Reeve’s yells for Rage to look out as Donovan rushes over to break up the move. Realizing what was going on, Rage quickly turns around, nearly knocking clotheslining the ref with Valkyrie’s legs but missing. As Donovan gets closer, Rage turns just enough to plant Valkyrie’s feet into the side of his head. Donovan stumbles across the ring and hits the ropes, flipping up and over to the outside. Rage then bounces even more with the move still in place as Valkyrie fights the pain for as long as she can. Eventually, she begins to slap his back, tapping out and the ref quickly yells for Rage to release her.

BIOHAZARD ELIMINATED

Rage then walks to the ropes and drops Valkyrie to the canvas, rolling her underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. Members of the ringside crew quickly rush to assist her with getting down.

VASSA: ”We’re down to two teams left!”

JOHNSON: ”It all comes down to Politically Incorrect and The Black Dahlias.”

VASSA: ”Whoever can walk away with the win here will challenge Black Listed for the 4CW Tag Team Championships in three weeks at South Beach Brawl.”

The ref turns to the corner of The Black Dahlias and waves for one to enter the ring. After talking amongst themselves for a brief moment, Sativa enters the ring. Once in, she stares across the ring at Rage who is looking right back at her with a smile on his face. Rage then walks to the center of the ring, motioning for Ramona to as well. Hesitant at first, Ramona looks back at Sativa, urging her to finish the job. Ramona then walks to the center of the ring where Rage awaits. Before she can even make it, Rage throws a haymaker for her head but misses as she ducks underneath. Ramona then pops up and throws a quick jab to the ribs. Rage buckles slightly, opening himself up to taste her boot as she plants her foot across his mouth with a spinning wheel kick. As the boot leaves his face, she continues to spin and comes around with another, this time connecting to the side of his head. Sliding over his face, she pulls her foot back and spins once more, this time connecting with another kick to the back of the head.

Rage falls forward to one knee. Taking advantage, Ramona then spins around, jumps up and plants her foot across the side of his face with a roundhouse kick, knocking him over to his side. Ramona then turns to the corner and quickly runs to it. Ascending to the top, she patiently waits as Rage slowly comes to and begins to push himself up. Once up, Ramona leaps from the top rope and plants both feet into his chest, sending him rolling across the ring with a drop kick. Luckily for Rage, he rolls in the direction of his corner and stops just close enough for Reeves to lean over the top rope and slap his back, making the tag.

Reeves the catapults himself over the top rope and lands to his feet just on the other side of Rage. Before he can make his next move, Ramona quickly rushes in and attacks with a series of punches to the body. She then connects with a jumping knee to the bottom of his chin, sending him backwards, tripping over Rage’s body and falling to the canvas. With Rage in between them,, Reeves finds enough time to quickly pull himself up using the ropes. The ref then steps in and helps Rage get out of the ring, standing in between the two. Once he’s on the apron, Reeves pushes the ref aside and surprises Mona with a kick to the stomach. Mona folds over and as she does, Reeves grabs her by the back of the head and drives his knee upward into her face. Sending her to her back, Reeves then jumps up and comes down with a knee drop to Mona’s ankle.

Quick to his feet, Reeves grabs Mona by the arm and pulls her up as well. He then lifts her up from the mat and throws her down with a scoop slam. Without hesitation, Reeves then kicks her in the side over and over until she rolls over to her stomach. With her back up, Reeves grabs her by the foot and drags her to the center of the ring. Once there, he pulls her leg up but all of a sudden, Mona finds a burst of energy and twists her body to face him. She then kicks her other foot in his face, knocking him away and freeing herself. Popping up to her feet, she lunges forward at Reeves before he has a chance to make his next move. Hitting him with a palm strike to the center of the chest, she knocks him back a step. Reeves then lunges forward but misses as Mona sidesteps him. Kicking him in the stomach, She then applies a side headlock and walks him towards the corner with Sativa. Once close, Mona takes a few big steps and jumps into the air, driving Reeves head into the canvas with a bulldog.

VASSA: ”Not only is Ramona sexy but she makes that bulldog look even sexier!”

JOHNSON: ”It was well executed. Now she just needs to follow up and finish this match before the momentum turns.”

Ramona then looks up to the corner and locks eyes with Sativa. Getting up slowly, she leans forward and slaps hands, initiating the official tag. Sativa quickly ascends the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, Overlooking the ring, she balances herself as Reeves slowly begins to push himself up. When he finally does, she leaps from the top rope and lands on his shoulders with his head between her legs. Reeves manages to hold her up but with his head there, Sativa fires away with multiple right hands. As each hit lands, Reeves takes a step back. Once in the center of the ring, Sativa then falls backwards, locking her legs around his head, and flipping him up and over with a Frankensteiner. Reeves flies and crashes back first into the corner as the ring rattles upon impact.

JOHNSON: ”WOW!!! Someone get this guy a back adjustment in the morning!”

VASSA: ”Speaking of back adjustments, that reminds me. I think I might get one myself before sitting my big ass on that airplane.”

JOHNSON: ”Although it wouldn’t surprise me that your back is out of whack with all that extra weight you carry around, I highly doubt you’ll need one more than Dustin after this match is all said and done.”

VASSA: ”What are you trying to say? The ladies love me!”

JOHNSON: ”I highly doubt–“

VASSA: ”UH OHH!!! We have company!”

Making his way through the crowd, Mash fights his way towards the ring with the ref still draped over his shoulder. Stepping over the barricade with no hands, Mash does it with ease. On the apron, Rage quickly takes notice but before he can do anything, Mash lifts the ref above his head with both hands and then tosses him. Rage catches the ref on the apron but as he sets him down, Mash pulls out a folded chair from underneath the ring. Once the ref is out of Rage’s hands, Mash swings it forward and crushes it across his knee.

JOHNSON: ”You’ve got to be kidding me!”

VASSA: ”If you can’t win it, you might as well ruin it for everyone else. I’m pretty sure that’s Creature Feature’s motto.”

Rage loses his balance and falls to the floor. Mash then raises the chair above his head, ready to go for the kill shot but as he does, the security crew runs out from the back and storms down the entrance aisle. Mash quickly drops the chair to the floor and turns back to the crowd, hopping over the barricade and making his escape. Security runs after him as the former official checks in with Rage who is in a world of pain at ringside.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Sativa grabs Reeves by both feet and drags him to the center of the ring. While holding them up, she then looks to Ramona and the two nod at each other. Ramona then climbs the turnbuckle and once at the top, she stands straight up and looks over the crowd. Locking eyes with Sativa once more, the two nod again but this time, Ramona follows up by leaping straight into the air. As she does, Sativa then jumps up with both of Reeve’s feet still in her hands. As she comes down, Sativa hits him with a double leg drop to the groin followed with Ramona coming down with a leg drop across the throat.

JOHNSON: ”OWHH!!!”

VASSA: ”I don’t even know what you just said but that was awesome!”

JOHNSON: ”With Rage out of the picture, I think just might be it.”

Sativa then covers Reeves as Ramona stands up and paces around the ring. The ref then sweeps in for the count.

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THREE!!!

POLITICALLY INCORRECT ELIMINATED

JOHNSON: ”They’ve done it, they’ve done it! The Black Dahlias have won the match and are the number one contenders for the 4CW Tag Team Championships.”

VASSA: ”It looks like they’re going to get another shot at South Beach Brawl against Black Listed, but this time, the belts will be on the line!”

“Me and Mary Jane” hits the speakers as Sativa stands to her feet and unites with Ramona. The ref then stands in between them and raises their arms in the air for the victory.

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

POWERS: ”And the winners and number one contenders to the 4CW Tag Team Championships, Sativa Nevaeh and Ramona Lea Epps… THE BLACK DDAAHHLLIIAASS!!!”

VASSA: ”Steve, this was an awesome match if I do say so myself!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed it was, Vinny. You can only wonder how things would have ended IF Monster Mash didn’t show back up at ringside to take out Antoine Rage.”

VASSA: ”We’d probably still be having a match right now. There’s no telling who would have won, both teams are just that good. This could have been anyone’s match. Biohazard could have easily been the contenders at South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: ”So with The Black Dahlias meeting Black Listed in three weeks at South Beach Brawl, where does that leave Politically Incorrect and Creature Feature? I know Antoine Rage isn’t going to let this slide. Someone is going to have to pay.”

VASSA: ”We’ll find out soon enough when the time comes.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to cut backstage for a little bit folks while we get things cleaned up here at ringside.”

As the cameras switch backstage once more Aidan Carlisle is seen walking down the hall, recovered from her earlier verbal bout with Jason Cashe. Both hands are full, a fast food bag in one and a drink carrier in the other, all labeled with the Dairy Queen logo. She comes to a stop in front of a door and gives a backhanded knock.

After a moment she hears a voice from within, and assumes it is the go ahead to enter. She pushes down the handle with her elbow and shoulders the door inward. Standing inside is Shane Borderland, who looks somewhat surprised.

AIDAN: “Hey there. I believe I owe you a little something, after the last show.”

She smiles brightly as she sets down the tray and bags on the table in the locker room. Selecting one item concealed with in a styrofoam container she turns and holds it out to him.

AIDAN: “One banana split, as requested.”

Shane shakes his head, smirking, but taking the offered treat.

BORDERLAND: “You know, I wasn’t actually expecting you to follow through.”

AIDAN: “Well what kind of person would I be if I didn’t keep my word?”

Aidan grins as she glances around the room for a moment.

AIDAN: “Is Heavy here? I brought something for him too.”

She make an absent gesture toward the remaining two large Blizzards and the bag of food. Shane seems about to say something, but doesn’t get the chance.

BIG HEAVY: “Heavy here.”

The big man is quick to appear from the restroom at the mention of food and quicker yet to gather up everything in his big hands. Still, Aidan is smiling as she watches him retreat to the corner with his bounty. Glancing toward the camera, she ushers the crew out, turning back toward Shane as she closes the door.

AIDAN: “So…”

MAIN EVENT
VERONICA TAYLOR VS. ROXI JOHNSON

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring first, hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, Veronica Taaaaaaaaaaylor!”

“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 arena, 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 arena.

“Yeah, that’s right, it’s the Superstar

Everybody wanna come up when I’m at the bar

All them people wanna try it’s like gimme some more

Try a little harder honey I’m like gimme my car

Skip the bra, chill at the spas”

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera “So damn first class baby”, before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

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: “And the opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”

The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

JOHNSON: “Here we find our resident Mean Girl against our resident Superhero.”

VASSA: “But will good triumph?”

JOHNSON: “We’re about to find out! There will certainly be no love lost between these two tonight.”

After a few moments the referee calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Veronica charges first, going in for a bitch slap, but Roxi throws up and arm and blocks her. Taylor’s eyes go wide in shock for a moment before Johnson lays her out with a clothesline! The Mean Girl is left holding her chest from the force of the blow. Meanwhile Roxi capitalizes on the moment and hits her with a leg drop.

Veronica rolls away to create some distance as Roxi gets to her feet. As Johnson stalks over and leans down to pull the other woman up, Taylor goes for an eye rake that sends the superhero stumbling back. Veronica grabs those long red locks with both hands and flings Roxi across the ring with a hair mare!

Johnson is back on her feet quickly. As Veronica runs in for another attack Roxi snatches her up for a snap suplex. Without letting go of her opponent, she gets vertical once more and lays out Taylor with a second!

JOHNSON: “Roxi means business here tonight!”

VASSA: “She must still be feeling the disappointment from coming so close to victory last week, but she’s not letting it slow her down.”

Roxi hops up the turnbuckle, looking for a daring aerial move, but Veronica rolls out of the way at the last moment. Johnson manages to land on her feet and turns around to get caught with a toss into the corner. Taylor throws a leg up and presses a foot to Roxi’s throat, choking her. The referee calls for Veronica to break the move, but she holds it for as long as she can.

As soon as Taylor releases the choke Roxi steps forward and shoves her so hard that it sends her rolling backward across the ring! Just as Veronica is getting to her feet Johnson dropkicks her right into the corner. Roxi grabs Veronica by one arm and hops up onto the ropes, whipping her to the canvas with a springboard arm drag!

While Taylor is still down Johnson shows off her quick style with a standing moonsault. Roxi hooks a leg and tries for a pin.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Keeping her cool, Roxi stands up and pulls Veronica with her, wrapping her up for a DDT. Taylor reverses and takes Johnson down with a neckbreaker instead! Looking tremendously satisfied with herself, she steps over and stands on Roxi’s hair before grabbing her arms and pulling up hard. The ref shouts for Veronica to leg go once more, but she does it again!

JOHNSON: “If she keeps this up, Veronica might find herself disqualified!”

VASSA: “Tell me about it! She sure seems to be trying to prove she’s a true Mean Girl here.”

Finally stepping off of Roxi’s hair, Veronica leans down to pull her up. Johnson sends her reeling into the ropes with an open palm strike, however. Before Taylor can untangle herself, Roxi hits her with a clothesline that takes them both over the top and to the floor below! The referee begins the count.

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The two tumble across the floor, trading blows. Veronica has a handful of Roxi’s hair, but Johnson keeps throwing elbows into the other woman’s face. The fans go wild with deafening cheers at the display.

Veronica gets the upper hand, slamming Roxi’s head into the ground a few times before she drags her over to the steel stairs. Taylor lays her opponent on the bottom step and turns to taunt the crowd. She gloats over Johnson, posing, before she cocks her arm for an elbow drop.

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Roxi moves out of the way just in time and Veronica’s elbow crashes into the unforgiving steel! She cries out in pain, holding her arm against her body, rolling back and forth. The fans just seem to cheer louder.

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Johnson grabs Taylor and throws her back in to the ring under the bottom rope. Roxi ascends the steps and then the turnbuckle, standing up and gesturing to the crowd before leaping off for a picture perfect senton. Veronica screams louder as the other woman’s body collides with her already injured arm.

JOHNSON: “I think Veronica is going to be left regretting that for a long time!”

Roxi stands over her opponent, throwing her arms out to pump up the crowd even more. Taylor uses the moment to trip Johnson and wraps her up in a camel clutch! Roxi struggles against the submission for several long seconds before she realizes she is close enough to reach out and grab the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Veronica gives one last hard crank before letting go.

Despite the pain, Johnson turns over and kicks Taylor’s legs out from under her. She leaps on the other woman and grabs her legs, locking in a sharpshooter! Roxi pulls as viciously as Veronica had, practically folding her in half! Taylor grasps at the mat, struggling, trying to pull herself forward. She fights inch by inch until she manages to get a hand on the ropes herself.

As Roxi lets go, Veronica stands and stumbles into the corner. Johnson charges from across the ring for a shoulder thrust. Taylor dodges out of the corner and Roxi goes shoulder first into the ring post. Johson stands and leans back into the corner, clutching her shoulder. Veronica flies into Roxi with a running knee lift!

Johnson holds her face as she staggers forward. For the first time in the match Taylor climbs up on the top turnbuckle, biding her time until Roxi turns. Veronica leaps forward with a double axe handle that knocks Johnson back to the mat! Taylor drops for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THR—KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “A near fall, but Roxi just isn’t out of the game yet.”

VASSA: “Veronica’s getting a taste of that resiliency that all of Roxi’s opponents credit her for.”

Veronica pounds her fists on the mat in frustration. Both women get to their feet at the same time. Taylor charges but Roxi hits her with a chop that stops her in her tracks and then hooks her for a t-bone suplex! Veronica gets up and rushes Johnson again only to get taken down with a scoop slam!

As Taylor is getting to her feet this time it’s Roxi that races in. Veronica ducks into a back elbow that spins Johnson around! Taylor leaps up and grabs Roxi’s shoulders, putting her knees in her back and dropping!

JOHNSON “That was the Heart Breaker! Veronica just nailed Roxi!”

VASSA: “Could that be it?!”

JOHNSON: “There’s the pin!”

ONE

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TWO

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THRE—KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “She kicked out! Somehow Roxi kicked out!”

Veronica screams and all but rips her hair out in frustration as her second attempt to put her opponent away is met with failure. She stands and stomps down on Roxi’s midsection over and over, focusing on her back as she tries to roll away. Johnson has to roll under the ropes to the edge of the apron to get away.

As Roxi stands Veronica tries to grab her by the hair and flip her back into the ring. Johnson counters by grabbing Taylor’s own hair and dropping down to the floor. The rebound sends Taylor flying back to the canvas holding her throat. Roxi slides back in.

While Veronica tries to recover on the mat Roxi circles the ring, hopping up on the turnbuckle once more. She waits until Taylor stands and leaps for a flying clothesline, but Taylor steps aside just in time! As Johnson hops back to her feet, Veronica ducks in for a hair pull backbreaker! Roxi drops to her knees, holding her back in pain. Taylor grins wickedly and bounces off the ropes for a dropkick right to the spine!

VASSA: “Looks like Veronica is zeroing in here, focusing on that back.”

JOHNSON: “Roxi has proven herself to be a tough competitor time and again. It will take a sound strategy to take her down.”

Adding insult to injury, Taylor gives Johnson a soccer kick to the spine before dropping down herself and clamping her opponent in a sleeper hold. Roxi struggles intensely against the hold, trying to throw an elbow back into Veronica with no success. Changing tactics, Johnson begins to power to her feet.

Taylor fights to keep Roxi on the mat, but the other woman slowly overpowers her, leaving Veronica dangling as she keeps the hold locked on. Johnson grabs both of Taylor’s arms and with an impressive show of strength flips her off of her back and down onto the mat. Roxi steps over Veronica’s shoulder with one foot, crosses her ankles, and drops back to the mat with a cross arm breaker!

JOHNSON: “That’s the same arm that Veronica slammed into the stairs!”

VASSA: “You know that’s gotta hurt!”

Veronica struggles and struggles against the hold, seeming to have no way out. She stretches her free arm as far as she can, but she can’t quite reach the ropes. Finally, she does the only thing she can think of and leans down, biting Roxi’s leg as hard as she can!

Johnson releases Taylor’s arm in shock, reaching down to check her leg for blood. Veronica is on her feet first, still holding her arm. If looks could kill she’d be burning a hole through Roxi in the moment. As Johnson gets to her feet Taylor snatches her up, hooking her head and going for the Facelift!

But no!!! Roxi doesn’t hit the canvas, instead she cartwheels right out of the move and rebounds off of the ropes with a little taste of how Reality Bites! Veronica goes down hard and the crowd erupts in cheers. Roxi isn’t done yet, however. She leaps up onto the top turnbuckle in a single bound and takes flight with the Superhero Press!

JOHNSON: “Two thunderous moves from Roxi Johnson!”

VASSA: “I bet Veronica doesn’t even know which way is up right now!”

Roxi stands up just long enough to drag Veronica way from the ropes before she drops and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE—KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Veronica got her shoulders up at the last moment!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know how she did it!”

Roxi stares down at her opponent in disbelief. She runs a hand through her hair to refocus as she stands, stepping back and waiting on her opponent. She bounces off the ropes and aims a kick right at Veronica’s midsection, but Taylor catches her foot! Roxi doesn’t hesitate for even a second before countering with an enziguri!

Veronica holds the side of her face as she goes down. She’s still stunned as Johnson drags her to her feet. She fights and claws but can’t break free before Roxi nails her with the eye of the hurricane!

Even though she’s obviously in pain, Veronica lashes out with one foot for a kick to the back of the thigh! Johnson drops down to one knee, holding her leg. Taylor steps back and then blasts Roxi in the face with a shining wizard kick!

Veronica is in a rage as she drops to the mat and wraps her leg around Roxi’s neck.

JOHNSON: “Oh no, here it comes!”

VASSA: “Veronica is giving Roxi the Beauty Treatment!!!”

JOHNSON: “Roxi can’t escape!”

VASSA: “Wait… NO!!! It can’t be!”

Roxi slowly begins to twist her body back, unable to break the hold, but refusing to give up. She throws one leg across Veronica’s neck, a hand reaching back blindly as she tries to grab for her own ankle.

JOHNSON: “Can she do it… she’s so close!”

VASSA: “She got it! She got it, Steve! Roxi has Veronica in the Justice Lock!”

JOHNSON: “Both of them are using the same move, at the same time! How does the human body even bend like that?!”

Both women are contorted back in an impossible position, each fighting against the other, trying to keep their own hold and break free at the same time. Veronica screams in pain and tries to pry Roxi’s leg free with her spare hand. Roxi vents her pain out loud to psych herself up, somehow tightening the Justice Lock even more!

For a moment both women’s arms lift, hovering in the air.

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Veronica’s hand slams down into the map as she taps out! The referee immediately calls for the bell.

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

JOHNSON: “Roxi did it! Veronica locked in the Beauty Treatment first but somehow Roxi got her own Justice lock in and made the Mean Girl submit! What a match!”

Roxi is in obvious pain as the referee lifts her hand in the air, but she smiles brightly nonetheless.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by submission, Roxi Johnsooooooooon!”

JOHNSON: “Well that’s all the time we have for tonight folks! We’ll see you in three weeks when we take the show down to Miami, Florida for South Beach Brawl!”

VASSA: “This has been one hell of a show from start to finish! I’m ssooo ready for South Beach Brawl!”

JOHNSON: “Three weeks, Vinny, three weeks! We’ll see you then folks. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good Night!”