ADRENALINE E23 (038)



ADRENALINE E23 (038)
PHOENIX THEATRE [PHOENIX, ARIZONA]
MAY 13TH, 2015

The lights flicker as the crowd erupts inside of the Phoenix Theatre in Phoenix, Arizona. Down at ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth with an electric crowd behind them.

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! We’re coming to you live right now from the Phoenix Theatre. It’s been a good minute since we’ve been to Phoenix but we’re bringing you the much needed wrestling action that has been missed in our absence!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s good to be home, Vinny. As you can tell… We have been missed!”

VASSA: ”We’re coming off South Beach Brawl just a couple of weeks back and kicking things off as we travel down that road to Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: ”We saw a HUGE change in the landscape two weeks ago as the entire 4CW championship picture changed in the blink of an eye.”

VASSA: ”I’d like to congratulate our new era of champion. The Black Dahlias finally put a mark in the loss column for Black Listed as they dethroned the former tag team champions.”

JOHNSON: ”We also watched as Aidan Carlisle defeated Lo’Renzo Porter for the 4CW Pride championship, becoming 4CW’s first ever female singles champion.”

VASSA: ”Aidan is fairly new here herself but damnit boy, she has made quite the impact.”

JOHNSON: ”Lets not forget Dakota Smith winning his first 4CW title as he defeated the former champ, Nathaniel Havok, in a fourway barbed wire massacre match with Lord Raab and Griffin Hawkins.”

VASSA: ”That was one of the most bloody matches I have seen in a very long time. Hell, it could possible be THE most bloody match I have ever witnessed.”

JOHNSON: ”These men had to be carried off on stretchers and rushed to medical attention after this gruesome match. It’s a relief that everyone is still breathing tonight.”

VASSA: ”You would hope they are. Griffin Hawkins has been a ghost since that match. I just hope Dakota didn’t have a late night snack after South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: ”That would be very unfortunate. I haven’t heard or seen any reports on bodies being found after our departure so I would guess everyone is alright.”

VASSA: ”And if they aren’t? Good riddance! 4CW isn’t for the weak. 4CW isn’t for thin skinned people. It takes a special breed of talent to make the cut here.”

JOHNSON: ”It also takes having the mentality of a champion, not running when things get tough.”

VASSA: ”You can say that again, but, there’s no need to. I’ve been waiting to bring this up all night before the camera even began to roll.”

JOHNSON: ”I know you have, Vinny. You haven’t stopped talking about it for two whole weeks.”

VASSA: ”How could I?! Jason Cashe has won the 4CW Championship for the third time and he lost a nipple in the process! The son of a bitch lost a nipple!”

JOHNSON: ”He did and I have yet to speak with him since it happening. We all knew the fight between him and Hopkins was going to get ugly. It was already ugly! These two have taken parts of the other like taking candy from a baby. In my time, I have never seen anything quite like this.”

VASSA: ”It’s crazy and to be honest, it’s truly amazing!”

JOHNSON: ”Hopefully he’s at home recouping after a long fought battle. We don’t have him in the lineup tonight but we do have plenty of wrestling action to keep you all on the edge of your seats!”

VASSA: ”I was bummed out when I heard that he wasn’t…”

The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck and the 4CW Championship around his waist.

VASSA: “It’s Cashe! Our once again 4CW Champion making an appearance for a card he’s not even scheduled to compete on! What work ethic!”

JOHNSON: “It’s Vassa! The usual kiss ass!”

With a microphone in hand, Jason Cashe adjusts his belt before speaking through the loud audience of boos with a hint of cheers as he stands on the stage.

CASHE: “I don’t usually come out here to talk but since I’m on stage I figure I got a few things to say…”

Grabbing at his beard, he pets it as he listens to the crowd roar with ovation for him. They were always mixed in their reactions and he was use to that, didn’t mind either way most times and this was one of them.

JOHNSON: “It’s not often Cashe comes to talk at ringside or on a stage. Wonder what he’s going to say?”

VASSA: “He never told me and we go WAY back!”

Lifting the mic again to speak, the Champion is cut off by music blaring out through the arena. Cashe snaps a look back to the entrance as “Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club begins to play and Cashe is left just shaking his head.

VASSA: “Who uses that song!? Haha!!”

Soon Perry Wallace comes out from the back and looks both embarrassed and bothered by the music playing. With a mic in his hand, Wallace approaches Cashe ready to speak.

WALLACE: “You did that! That is NOT my music dang it!”

CASHE: “Dang it? Heh. Yeah I did it, you thought I’d request you out here and NOT make you look like an ass in the process? Come on…it’s like you don’t know me at all..”

WALLACE: “What do you want Cashe? I have a ton of shit to do and if this is just a waste of tim–“

Slapping the microphone from Wallace’s grasp, it bounces to the stage surface. The audience eats it up with laughter as looks down at the mic and then back to Cashe with bulgy eyes.

CASHE: “Don’t worry, when you are needed to be heard I will hold this mic for you. I promise what I’ve got to say is important. To you, this company and more importantly this here Championship…So listen up okay? Can you nod so the people see that you understand me?”

His hesitation fades shortly and Wallace makes a slight nod to a popping ovation followed by a few scattered laughs. Cashe reaches behind his waist and unlatches the 4CW Championship. Presenting it to Wallace, holding it up with one hand right into the Boss’s face.

CASHE: “This right here is what this whole promotion was built on. Majority of that time it has been around my waist. Only twice I’ve let it slip away and frankly I want to raise the stakes more…”

Shrugging, Wallace mouths something and Cashe lowers his belt and reaches the microphone over so Wallace’s words can be heard.

WALLACE: “Raise the stakes? Is that a play on “Ante Up”? What is it you’re thinking Cashe?”

Back to his own mouth the microphone moves and Cashe answers the pouring of questions that he was asked.

CASHE: “It WAS a play on Ante Up. I was apart of that first Super Show remember? That was when I reclaimed the belt from Jason Phoenix and took Roxi Johnson down with him to do it. But that feels more recent experience doesn’t it? I did the same thing with Jair Hopkins and Connor Gates at South Beach Brawl. I mean it feels like we’ve come full circle with my involvement with this title. Something has to change…”

Again Wallace shrugs mouthing the word WHAT asking Cashe what he wanted. In a rush it seems for Cashe to spit it out, Wallace reaches for the microphone and Cashe stiff arms him to the face to back him away.

CASHE: “Step off and I’ll tell you damn…Impatient bastard! Like I was GOING to say anyways…I have an idea. I want to give Jair Hopkins his rematch and I want it to be the END of our blood filled, mentally tested rivalry. I’m asking for a Sixty Minute Iron man Match..”

The live audience roars with excitement. Loving the idea, even the announcers react finally being heard again by the television audience.

JOHNSON: “Iron man?! Sixty Minutes of those two? Do their bodies have the blood and sweat to even last sixty minutes against each other?!”

VASSA: “I’ve heard many a times that Cashe has lasted sixty minutes or MORE with a few women…”

Nodding at Cashe, Perry Wallace bites his bottom lip and steps in, snatching the microphone from the Champion. Cashe grins letting him get away with it as the Owner of 4CW puts voice to the mic.

WALLACE: “You want Iron Man? Sixty Minutes? Fine but it won’t be that simple. Jair Hopkins will join in with a handful of others as we hold THREE Qualifying Matches to determine three new Contenders for that Title. THEN at Ante Up, you will defend that belt in a Fatal Fourway Sixty Minute Iron Man Match! How’s THAT for Changing it up?”

Thundering roars vibrate the theater as cheers deafen the place. Cashe’s mouth left dropped open slightly but soon turns into a smile. He nods at Wallace and the owner seems proud he has done something Cashe approved of. Cashe gathers himself and steps past Wallace but stops, turns around, rubs his hand off on his shirt before extending a handshake to the Boss. Wallace hesitates but shakes the hand and the crowd continues cheering for the game plan moving forward with the 4CW Championship.

VASSA: “Wow…I…I’m lost for words….”

JOHNSON: ”You are? I’m not! We just witnessed Mr. Wallace lay out the game plan leading up to Ante Up. I thought Jair was sure to get a rematch but it appears not.”

VASSA: ”A sixty minute ironman match with four people and one championship on the line. Has that ever been done before?”

JOHNSON: ”I can’t say that it has, Vinny. This is what separates us from the competition.”

VASSA: ”Innovation and talent that is.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re exactly right. This was one hell of a way to open the show but we have to get back on schedule.”

VASSA: ”Oh man, I’m willing to bet that Aidan is in the back right now furious that Cashe has stolen her opening match spotlight.”

JOHNSON: ”She’ll get her time but first, we’ll be right back folks!”

As the video begins to unfold showing that of a static screen the word “Golf” can be heard being spoken across the static that can be seen across the screen, as it is barely able to be made out before yet another word is heard being spoken out, that word being “Alpha” which once again barely could be heard being made out over the static that continued to be displayed across the screen by an unidentified voice.

As the static continued to be seen another word could be heard being spoken out by the unidentified voice, that word being “Bravo” as the word could be heard being announced over the static, another two words could be heard by the unidentified voice them words being “Romeo” and “India” which could be heard over the static screen.

Yet two more words could be heard following the two previous words, the two words being “Echo” and “Lima”. As the last word “Lima” was heard the unidentified voice continued on, it could be heard now that the unidentified voice had spelled out “GABRIEL” using the Phonetic Alphabet.

As the unidentified voice continued on he continued to use the Phonetic Alphabet as it spelled out the word “CROSS”. It could now be seen that the unidentified voice had spelled out the name of 4 Corners Wrestling’s latest signee “GABRIEL CROSS”.

The unified voice continued on using the Phonetic Alphabet as it spelled out the words “IS” and “Coming” before finally spelling out the final two words of its message, the last two words could be heard being “To” and “Adrenaline” as the words could be heard the message slowly appeared upon the screen reading…

GABRIEL CROSS

IS

COMING

TO

ADRENALINE

OPENING MATCH
ROXI JOHNSON VS. AIDAN CARLISLE

The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”

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

JOHNSON: ”Well it’s time to start off the evening with our opening match! Roxi Johnson will be climbing into the ring with the 4CW Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle.”

VASSA: ”Over the last few weeks, maybe even months, the opening match has been THE new place to be booked on the card. Aidan and Cashe have been bickering back and forth over it and to be honest, I’m not complaining.”

JOHNSON: ”What’s there to complain about? We’ve gotten to see some really good matches over the last few shows.”

VASSA: ”We have and I hope it never ends. I hope those two fight over this place for the rest of my time with 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”We have a good one planned for the night. Roxi Johnson is a 4CW original. She has been here since the beginning she’s been in quite a few championship contentions. A win here tonight puts her on the Pride radar.”

VASSA: ”It could and then to make things even more sweet, she could find herself in one of these qualifying matches for the sixty minute ironman match at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: ”Aidan too for that matter! Hell, anyone can find themselves in the next 4CW Championship match at Ante Up!”

“Take a good look at agony

Force fed pass down

Time release… ”

Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of her theme song fill the theater, holding the 4CW Pride Championship high in the air as she stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights. She smiles from ear to ear as the cheers from the crowd get her revved up for the impending match.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Rochester, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is “The Hardcore Queen” and the 4CW Pride Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

“I never noticed, until I focused

On everything you did, you said,

You lit the fuse inside my head ”

She races down the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Her own excitement is palpable as she hops up onto the middle rope, subtly bouncing it in the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you for reminding me

Of why I’m sick inside

Thank you for the venom, did

You think it would paralyze?

These scars I scratch, I tear

Are there under my skin

Where you’ve always been

Thank you for reminding me,

To sin with a grin ”

The cheers turn near-deafening as she kisses her middle and index fingers, thrusting them into the air in her trademark salute to her fans.

VASSA: ”There’s the new 4CW Pride champion! It’s exciting to see an attractive woman like Aidan taking the reigns in arguably the second highest tier championship in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”Although this isn’t a championship match, Aidan has her work cut out for her with Roxi. Both ladies are looking to make an impact coming off of South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: ”Roxi has the opportunity show up the 4CW Pride champion while Aidan has a lot to prove being the new champion in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”This is a big match for both ladies and it looks like the ref is ready to get right down to business.”

Aidan hands the championship to a member of the ringside crew before turning back to the ring and looking across at Roxi. The ref checks with both corners for the nod and then throws his arm into the air and signals for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

Circling each other in the center of the ring, Aidan makes the first move and shoots in for a single leg takedown. After grabbing her leg but not lifting her up from her feet, Aidan feels Roxi’s forearm crash over her back. Again and again, Roxi throws forearms down on the top of Aidan’s back before finally breaking her down to both knees. Roxi then grabs her by the arm and shoulder, slowly pulling her up to both feet. In an instant, Aidan pulls her arm away and then shoves Roxi away, creating a few steps in between them. Aidan then throws a hard right but gets block as Roxi swats it to the side and then counters with one of her own. Aidan fires away with another punch but gets blocked again as Roxi is quick to react. Landing a hard punch across the side of Aidan’s head, Roxi then shoots in with a single leg takedown, lifting her up from the mat and slamming her down onto her back.

Roxi then crawls on top of Aidan but before she can gain control, Aidan rolls tot he side and pushes her off. The two then race to their feet, Roxi standing first. Roxi then lunges forward and locks up with Aidan while she’s still down on one knee. The two try to overpower one another for a moment as Roxi begins to take control, using her height advantage as leverage. Slowly bending Aidan backwards, Roxi continues to drive forward with a tight grasp on her. Finding a burst of energy, Aidan begins to push back, driving Roxi in the opposite direction. Able to stand up, Aidan raises from her knee to both feet, still locked up with Roxi. A seconds pass as the two fight for control before Aidan drives her knee upward, hitting Roxi in the stomach with it.

Knocking the breath from Roxi, Aidan then applies a side headlock. Cranking down on the pressure, Aidan tries to rip Roxi’s head from her shoulders. After a short struggle, Roxi manages to pull her head away from Aidan’s arm. Positioning herself behind Aidan, Roxi then wraps her arms around her waist, locking hands. Hesitant of what to do next, Roxi gives Aidan just enough time to plant her feet and lock one leg with Roxi’s. Aidan then throws an elbow backwards and connects with Roxi directly to the jaw. With her hands still locked, Roxi doesn’t let up but leaves her head open for another elbow shot as Aidan fires back with one. Aidan then throws back a third but this time as she does, Roxi releases her hold and ducks. As Aidan turns around with the attack, Roxi throws a quick jab to the stomach. Forcing her to lunge over from the jab, Roxi then wraps her arm around her head and lifts her up and over to the mat quickly with a snap suplex.

VASSA: ”These two have gotten off to a good start. Slowly testing the other before finally making a move.”

JOHNSON: ”These two ladies are pretty evenly matched and it’s showing right now with both of them in the ring against each other.”

VASSA: ”I’m just glad to see things finally get going! These close quarter battles for leverage always tend to make me sleepy.”

JOHNSON: ”If this match is making you sleepy at all then you need to find another profession, Vinny.”

Before Roxi can move in on Aidan, she gives up too much time as they both have climbed to their feet. Circling each other in the center of the ring once more, this time Roxi shoots in, making the first move. Locking up, Roxi quickly backs Aidan up to the corner. Noticing her ring position, Roxi then slams her backwards against the corner. With Aidan in a bit of pain, she leaves her body open only to have Roxi go to work with a combination of body punches and kicks. After landing half a dozen, Roxi then connects with a hard overhead punch, knocking Aidan back against the corner. She then climbs over Aidan and stands on the middle rope, looking over the crowd. With her fist clenched , Roxi then begins to throw punches one after the other with the crowd counting in the background as each one lands.

“One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…”

Before Roxi can land an eighth punch, Aidan wraps her arms around her waist and then lifts her up from the middle rope. Holding her above her head, Aidan then takes a few steps forward before slamming Roxi to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster that rattles the entire ring. Aidan then climbs on top of Roxi and begins to throw vicious mounted punches. Left, right, left, right, Aidan begins to wear Roxi down with the stinging blows. With Roxi’s face still open, Aidan then draws back for a big punch but as she swings forward, Roxi catches her arm with both hands and stops her hand inches away from crashing into her face. Roxi then rolls to the side, knocking Aidan off while keeping a firm grip on that arm. Once her legs are free, Roxi pulls Aidan’s arm towards her while wrapping her legs over her body, locking in an arm bar.

JOHNSON: ”Roxi with the arm bar!”

VASSA: ”I thought that Aidan was going for the knockout punch but it would appear that Roxi didn’t like that.”

JOHNSON: ”Aidan better do something quick because it looks like Roxi has the move locked in for good.”

With her arm being pulled away from the socket, Aidan squirms on the canvas, trying to pull herself free. Fighting to get free, Aidan only makes things worse for herself as her struggling begins to slowly wear her down. With each turn and twist, Roxi is able to lock the move in tighter. After a few moments pass, the ref checks with Aidan for a submission but doesn’t get one as Aidan refuses to tap. Before anymore damage is done, Roxi then lifts her legs up from Aidan’s body and slams both feet down into her stomach with the arm bar still in tact. After knocking the breath from Aidan, Roxi then releases the hold and rolls over to push herself to her feet.

Holding her arm in pain, Aidan is hunched over in the center of the ring. Roxi then grabs her by the head and pulls her up to both feet. Roxi then lifts her up and then drops her with an atomic drop. As the pain shoots up her spine, Aidan stands straight up but stiff from the move. Roxi then slams her forearm across her face, knocking her back a step. With Aidan on her toes, Roxi then grabs her by the arm and goes to throw her to the ropes behind them. After turning her body to release Aidan, Roxi gets thrown to the ropes instead as Aidan counters. Rushing the ropes full speed, Roxi leaps into the air and plants her feet onto the middle rope. Bouncing off the rope, Roxi springboards back and turns her body in the air as she flies towards Aidan. Flying through the air like a jet, Roxi nearly takes Aidan’s head off with a flying clothesline that sends her straight to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”That should turn things around!”

VASSA: ”It was a nice reversal by Aidan but I don’t think she was expecting that as the end result.”

JOHNSON: ”You think?”

VASSA: ”Hold on a second! This could be it!”

Roxi quickly covers Aidan for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Not tonight!”

Not wasting anytime after the kickout, Roxi pushes herself up to her feet. She then grabs Aidan by the head and pulls her up as well. Pulling Aidan in close, Roxi wraps her up and then flips her over her head with a T-bone suplex. Aidan smacks the mat but rolls to a crouched position on one knee. She then cuts her head back at Roxi who looks on. Aidan then pops up and charges towards Roxi with a lariat. Ducking out of the way, Roxi avoids the hit as Aidan runs by. Pushing her in the back, Roxi sends her to the ropes full speed. Hitting them hard and coming back wait speed, Aidan catches two boots to the chops as Roxi’s lays her out with a drop kick. The two quickly rush to get up as Roxi takes lead. Before Aidan can fully get up, Roxi rushes in on her and drops a double axe handle across her back, knocking her back to both knees. Roxi then slams another double axe handle across her back, this time knocking her down to all fours.

Grabbing Aidan by the head, Roxi pulls her up and drags her to the center of the ring. Turning her around, Roxi then drives her forearm into Aidan’s lower back, sending her stumbling across the ring to the ropes. With her back to the ring, Roxi charges at Aidan in hopes to catch her off guard. Quickly taking notice, Aidan ducks as Roxi approaches and then raises up, lifting her from the mat and flipping her over the top rope. Coming down on both feet landing on the apron, Roxi quickly throws a punch over the ropes and hits Aidan in the side of the head. Aidan then fires back with a punch of her own, hitting Roxi in the forehead and almost knocking her from the apron. Pulling herself back up using the top rope, Roxi then swings and connects with a stinging punch to the jaw.

In a fluid motion, Aidan fires back and hits Roxi with an elbow smash to the nose. Roxi falls to one knee, barely holding herself up with the rope. Aidan then reaches over the top rope and grabs her by the head, pulling her back to both feet. Wrapping her around Roxi’s head, Aidan tosses her arm over her head. She then grabs Roxi by the pants with her free hand and then lifts her up and over the top rope, falling backwards and dropping her to the mat with a suplex. Aidan then rolls backwards and comes to a mounted position on top of Roxi. Firing away with punches, Aidan connects with lefts and rights from all angles. She then grabs Roxi by the head and lifts it up from the canvas before slamming it down with a thud. Aidan then pushes herself up and looks to the corner. Quickly rushing towards it, she ascends the turnbuckle and stands at the top, looking down on Roxi who is just beginning to get up.

VASSA: ”I’ve been wondering when these ladies would get vertical but I think Aidan is going to make that clear right now.”

JOHNSON: ”This has been a very close quartered match between these two. I’m surprised it hasn’t been a vertical contest from the start.”

VASSA: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

Once Roxi stands to her feet, Aidan leaps from the top rope and flies towards her. Wrapping her legs around Roxi’s head, Aidan twists backwards and lifts Roxi up from the mat, flipping her over and throwing her across the ring with a head scissors takedown. Roxi rolls across the ring but stops in the corner and pushes herself up slowly. Across the ring, Aidan catches her breath and looks on for a brief moment before taking charge and rushing towards her. Popping to her feet, Roxi throws a wild punch but Aidan blocks it with her arm and counters with an elbow strike to the chin, knocking Roxi into the corner. In attack mode, Aidan fires away with multiple punches. Blocking the majority of them, Roxi manages to work herself out of the corner. She then grabs Aidan by the back of the head with both hands and turns her around just before slamming her back first into the corner.

Roxi then drives her knee upward into Aidan’s stomach, taking away all of her offense with one blow. She then slams Aidan against the turnbuckle once more before delivering another brutal knee to the gut. Roxi then climbs over Aidan and stands on the top rope. Wrapping her arm around Aidan’s head, Roxi then jumps up and pushes herself away from the corner. Turning her body, she pulls Aidan away from the corner and plants her head into the canvas with a tornado DDT. Roxi then rolls Aidan over and quickly goes for the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”Aidan kicked out!”

VASSA: ”Damn that was close! I thought Roxi was about to get one over on the 4CW Pride champion.”

JOHNSON: ”This match isn’t over yet but anything is possible.”

Looking up at the ref with a look of disappointment on her face, Roxi just shakes her head and pushes herself up, not wasting any time. Once up, she grabs Aidan by the head and pulls her up to her feet but before she knows it, Aidan swats her arms away and kicks her in the stomach with a swift right boot. Forcing Roxi to lunge over, Aidan then runs to the ropes behind her and hits them hard. Coming back with speed, Aidan leaps into the air, grabs Roxi by the head and plants it into the canvas with a bulldog. With Roxi’s stomach to the mat, Aidan quickly positions herself on top of Roxi and begins to drive back to back knees into her ribcage. After landing a few, Aidan then pushes herself away and stands up to take notice of the electric crowd in the background.

Reaching over to grab Roxi, Aidan pulls her up to her feet and quickly turns her around. Wrapping her arms around her waist, Aidan goes to lift her up for a German suplex but Roxi hooks her leg and keeps both feet down on the mat. Aidan then goes to lift her up again but gets nowhere as Roxi manages to keep that leg hooked. Roxi then throws an elbow back and hits Aidan in the mouth with it, stunning her a bit but not quite breaking the hold. Aidan then goes to lift her up once more but doesn’t as that leg hooked continues to keep her down. Roxi then throws another elbow back and hits Aidan in the mouth again, this time harder than the first. Roxi then wiggles out of the hold and spins around Aidan, positioning herself behind her.

Quickly wrapping her arms around Aidan’s waist, Roxi fights for control. Aidan grabs her locked hands with both of hers and leans back, putting her body into Roxi while trying to break the hold. After a few moments of struggle, Roxi then pushes with everything she has and sends Aidan to the ropes with force. Hitting them and coming back with speed, Aidan jumps up and turns her body to face the mat while wrapping her legs around Roxi’s waist. Roxi then grabs her by the waist and then lifts her upward but when she does, Aidan rolls forward, lifting Roxi up and flipping her over to the canvas with a wheelbarrow facebuster.

JOHNSON: ”THE FIRE INSIDE!!!”

VASSA: ”I didn’t even see that coming! Roxi didn’t see that coming! Hell, I don’t even think Aidan knew that was coming!”

JOHNSON: ”That was quick thinking on Aidan’s part. Lets see if she can capitalize with the pin right here.”

Rolling Roxi over to her back, Aidan covers her for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Aidan has won it! Aidan has won it!”

JOHNSON: ”This was a hard fought match between both ladies and I have a feeling this will not be the last time these two meet inside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”Even with the crushing loss tonight, Roxi is still a major factor in 4CW and I would go as far as saying being able to get herself in the Pride championship picture.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about that! Roxi isn’t one to get down on herself. We can expect to see her bounce back and come even harder in her next match.”

“Sin With a Grin” hits the speakers as Aidan stands to her feet. Before the ref can even raises her arm, she walks to the side of the ring and reaches over, grabbing the 4CW Pride Championship from the ringside crew. Walking to the center of the ring, she raises the championship into the air with one hand as the ref raises her other arm for the victory.

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

POWERS: ”And the winner by pinfall, she is the 4CW Pride Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

Still holding the championship above her head, Aidan walks to the corner and climbs to the middle rope. Looking over the crowd, she continues to raise the championship while soaking in the cheers of the crowd.

JOHNSON: ”It doesn’t get any better than that! I can’t think of a better way to kick the evening off tonight.”

VASSA: ”I’m really digging these new revamped opening matches. Aidan and Cashe want to bicker over who deserves them more. Quote frankly, I’m fine with either champ opening the shows for us.”

JOHNSON: ”You said it, Vinny. Well we’re going to go backstage for a moment folks as we clear the ring and get ready for the next match in the lineup.”

UNDERCARD
JUSTIN DAVIS VS. DEACON KING

The words “The Loud Mouth” is shown on the screen as “One For the Money” by Escape the Fate begins to play throughout the theater. Justin Davis slowly makes his way out to a cheering crowd. He soaks up the cheers for a few moments with a nice big smile on his face as he mouths the words “Let’s do this” as he starts to slowly make his way down the entrance way.

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from Cambridge, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Loud Mouth”, Justin DDAAVVIISS!!!”

Justin approaches the ring and quickly slides into the ring and chooses a random corner to climb and throws up his arms to get the crowd hyped up.

VASSA: ”Next up we have two new signees to 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”This will be the first time we’ve seen Justin Davis in action. They say you only get one first impression so lets hope he makes a good one tonight.”

VASSA: ”That’s not true. I get do-overs all the time. I just manage to keep messing each and every one up.”

Smoke begins to billow at the entrance and “King Shit” hits the speakers as lights flicker within the grey cloud now formed. Deacon King makes his way onto the stage, standing within the smoke with his head down, raising his arms to the side before crossing them across his chest in an X mark.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hundred forty seven pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall, Deacon KKIINNGG!!!”

Finally heading down the ramp toward the ring where he slides in and heads straight to his corner whilst shooting daggers via his gaze through his opponent.

VASSA: ”This is one man I have been eager to see in the ring. He’s brought a lot of hype with him to 4CW. I don’t know what it is about the man but I like it.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s apparently made a name for himself on the streets. Lets see what name he can make for himself in the ring.”

VASSA: ”That sounds like a lovely idea, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”Well then lets get right to it!”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with each corner to get the nod from both wrestlers. He then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell while stepping out of the way.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the chime silences, King rushes out of his corner and charges towards Davis across the ring. Not waiting to get cornered, Davis charges towards King and the two collide in the center of the ring with a fury of punches. After exchanging a few punches, Davis swings forward with a haymaker but comes up short as King dodges the punch and counters with a quick jab to the nose. Knocking Davis back a step, King then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over. Grabbing him by the arm and pulling him in close, King lifts Davis up and drops him to the mat with a pumphandle slam. Quick to his feet, King pops up and goes to town with kicks to the lower half of Davis. Slowly working his way down to Davis’s feet, King begins to stomp repeatedly on his ankles.

Grabbing Davis by the foot, King drags him across the ring to the corner. Once there, he props Davis’s foot onto the bottom rope and then jumps into the air, coming down with a knee drop across Davis’s knee. The ref quickly rushes in and pulls king away, warning him for the illegal use of the ropes. Nodding and then blowing him off, King brushes by the ref and goes on the attack again. Kicking Davis in the head over and over, he then grabs him by the arm and drags him away from the ropes. Pulling him up to his feet, King stands him up and then delivers a huge punch to the chops. After stumbling back a couple of steps, Davis then lunges forward and connects with a stinging chop across the chest. Before King can even react, Davis with nearly takes his head off with a surprised European uppercut.

After stunning King with the blow, Davis with kicks him in the gut and flips him over to his back with a snapmare. Davis then pulls King up to a sitting position and locks in a sleeper hold. With the move locked in tight, Davis cuts off King’s air circulation. After struggling to break free, the ref kneels down to check for a submission. Waving the ref off, King continues to squirm to break free. After finding a second wind, King begins to push himself up to a standing position with the sleeper hold still in tact. Once up, Davis releases the hold and kicks him in the back sending him across the ring. Before King can even turn around, Davis charges him and hits him with a lariat to the back of the head knocking him to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Deacon is going to feel that in his neck tomorrow morning!”

VASSA: ”He should have capitalized with that sleeper hold and taken Deacon to dream land.”

JOHNSON: ”We see it all the time. These athletes today are just better condition than what they once were. This early on in the match, it’s hard to put someone lights out for the night.”

Grabbing King by the back of the head, Davis pulls him up to his feet. Driving his knee forward, Davis hits him in the stomach. Davis then hooks his head and lifts him up into the air and falls back, dropping him in the center of the ring with a vertical suplex. popping back to his feet with excitement, Davis paces around the ring for a moment, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. He then turns to King and circles him for a moment before going on the attack with a small combination of kicks and stomps. Davis then goes for a power kick but as he does, King catches his foot and twists his ankle, pulling him down to the mat.

Quickly crawling on top of Davis, King unloads with fierce rights. Landing one after the other, he beats Davis’s face like a piece of meat. Pushing himself up, King stands over Davis and then swings down with one last punch, landing it across his jaw. He then grabs Davis by the head with both hands and pulls him up to his feet. With his hands around his throat, King pushes Davis across the ring. Davis then rushes him but gets caught off guard as King ducks down and lifts him up into the air. Standing straight up, he holds Davis over his head for a brief moment before throwing him down to his back with a gorilla press slam. King then runs to the ropes behind him and hits them hard, coming back with speed and dropping an elbow across Davis’s chest.

Not wasting any time, King stands back up and grabs Davis by the arm. Pulling him up to his feet, King throws a his hand forward and hits Davis with a throat thrust. Quickly grabbing his throat and gasping for air, Davis leaves his mid-section open. King quickly takes advantage and throws a stiff punch to his stomach, knocking out whatever little bit of air left in his lungs out. He then steps in beside Davis and wraps his arm around him. Holding him close and tight, King then drops back to the mat and executes a perfect Russian leg sweep in the center of the ring. He then stands to his feet and walks around the ring with a little bit of cockiness as Davis lies on the mat, still gasping for air.

VASSA: ”King is making his presence felt here tonight in this debut!”

JOHNSON: ”Like I said, you only get one first impression and he’s making sure his is damn good.”

VASSA: ”You’re right about that, Steve. Justin better do something quick if he’s going to turn things around.”

Cutting his eyes back to Davis, King quickly moves in and kicks him in the side of the ribs a couple of times. He then pulls him up to his feet and grabs him underneath the arms with both hands. Driving him backwards across the ring, King slams Davis into the corner. He then fries away, connecting with a nasty right hook to the side of the head. After pulling his fist back, he then swings and lands a crushing left to the kidney. Barely able to hold himself up, Davis holds onto the top ropes for support. King then grabs onto the top rope and unloads with multiple kicks to the stomach, slowly breaking Davis down to a sitting position with his back against the corner.

Once down, King then pulls himself forward with the ropes and drives his knee into Davis’s face, knocking his head back against the middle turnbuckle. King then grabs him by the arm and lifts him up to his feet and then props him against the corner. Hitting him with a couple of more body blows, King then grabs him by the arm and throws him to the corner directly across the ring. Running with full steam, Davis crashes into the corner, forcing his feet to lift up from the mat from the impact. King then takes off and charges at him full speed and tries to knock his head off with a vicious clothesline. At the last split second, Davis rolls out of the way, leaving King with nothing but the corner to collide with.

Quickly turning around to face Davis, King catches a boot to the mouth from a roundhouse kick. Davis then grabs him by the arm and pulls him in quickly, flipping him over his back and throwing him to the mat with a hip toss. Before King can roll over to his stomach, Davis leaps into the air and comes down with a knee drop across his chest. Rolling away and coming to his feet, Davis then takes off towards the ropes. After hitting them and coming back with momentum, Davis drops a quick elbow drop across his chest. With a new found burst of energy, Davis quickly pops up to his feet as the crowd begins to get behind him.

VASSA: ”There you go, Justin! Turn it around!”

JOHNSON: ”If he’s going to now’s the opportunity to do so.”

VASSA: ”WATCH OUT!!!”

Davis then turns to King and takes a few steps towards him before jumping up and coming down with a leg drop across his throat. With his head pinned to the mat, King’s feet shoot into the air from the move. Davis with rolls off of him, and pushes himself up. He then grabs King and lifts him up. Standing him straight up, Davis unloads with a backhand chop across the chest and then follows up with a kick to the stomach. With King bent over, Davis quickly steps in and wraps his arm around his head. Going for a quick DDT, Davis pulls back but gets thrown away as King maintains his footing and pushes him forward, breaking the hold.

Davis quickly pops up to his feet and charges towards King. Going for a clothesline, he misses as King ducks and steps out of the way. Quickly turning around and throwing a punch, Davis comes up short as King ducks again and then counters with a kick to the stomach. King then pulls Davis in and lifts him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. With Davis on his shoulder, King walks around the ring for a moment before lifting him up, spinning him around and dropping him to the mat with a fireman’s carry facebuster.

JOHNSON: ”That might be all she wrote! Deacon like to call that Kingdom Come and this could be it for Justin.”

VASSA: ”That was out of nowhere! Davis doesn’t even know what hit him.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s going for the pin!”

Pushing Davis over to his back, King covers him 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: ”That’s it, this one is over!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about you Vinny but Deacon has made a very big impact and first impression on me tonight!”

VASSAS: ”Like I said earlier. I’ve been waiting to see this guy in action and he lived up to the hype.”

“King Shit” hits the speakers as King slowly stands to his feet, looking down at Davis in disgust. The ref then steps in beside him and raises his arm in the air before he quickly pulls it away and walks around the ring.

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, DEACON KKIINNGG!!!”

UNDERCARD
THE DOUCHEBAGS VS. CREATURE FEATURE

In preparation for the next match the referee has swapped out the usual black and white striped shirt for a plain black polo with “REF” emblazoned in yellow on the back.

POWERS: “Introducing first, weighing in at a combined four hundred eighty pounds, the Douchebags!”

Static hits over the speakers for a second. Then “GANGNAM STYLE” by Psy plays, causing The Douchebags to jump out from the back, holding broomstick horses. They did the dance around the entrance before skipping to the ring.

“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: “And their opponents, accompanied by Dr. Formalda Hyde… Murgatroid and Monster Mash, at an astonishing eight hundred and one pounds, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”

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

VASSA: “Well our two resident freaks haven’t had much luck since their debut, but I’m not even sure they mind.”

JOHNSON: “I think you may be right. As long as they get to hurt someone, I think they count it as a win.”

The Ref calls for the bell and the match begins with Murgatroid and Eddie Stiles in the ring. Eddie starts to skip around the ring, trying to circle his opponent, but Murg reaches out with one beefy arm and grabs him by the hair, stalling his movement. Stalking over to the edge of the ring, Murgatroid drags Eddie’s face down the length of the rope before tossing him like a rag doll into the corner.

The big “Creature” delivers boot after boot after boot to the midsection of his pathetic blonde opponent until Eddie is crumpled in the corner. Murg snatches Stiles up and roars as he delivers a military press slam that sends Eddie flying entirely to the other corner before he hits the mat. Stiles is completely dazed and can’t even seem to lift a hand to try to tag himself out.

Eddie’s partner Lou is standing right there, within reach, but he looks at Murgatroid and back down to his partner, eyes wide with terror and head shaking back and forth. Lou slowly turns as white as a sheet as he sees both members of Creature Feature staring at him almost hungrily. His legs shake violently and soon a rather noticeable yellow spot has started to spread right across the canvas toward where Eddie’s face is laying.

JOHNSON: “Oh my god!”

VASSA: “That Douchebag just pissed himself!”

Lou actually jumps down off of the apron and backs away as Murg comes over to claim his victim. Lou continues to look back and forth at the ring for a few moments longer before he turns tail and runs. He climbs over the barrier, tripping up as he does and falling face first into the fans. He disappears from sight entirely as he crawls away into the crowd.

Bending over, Murgatroid grabs Eddie by the shirt and slams him down into the mat. Stiles’ head bounces off of the canvas like a Nerf ball. Murg slams him down a second… third… fourth… fifth time before the Ref tries to step in! The Creature stops, only to throw Eddie into the ropes. As his motionless form bounces off, Murgatroid hits him with an elbow smash that sends him back to the ropes and rebounding for a repeat with the other elbow!

Stiles’ lifeless body falls to the mat. Murg nearly crushes his skull with a huge knee drop! Monster Mash roars with laughter from the corner, momentarily distracting the Referee. While the official isn’t looking, Murgatroid bites Eddie on the face! After a few seconds he recoils and spits a few times, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

VASSA: “I guess that Douchebag didn’t taste very good.”

JOHNSON: “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? This is a slaughter! Eddie can’t even tag out now!”

VASSA: “They knew what they were getting into when they stepped into the ring with Creature Feature, don’t you pretend you feel sorry for them!”

The ropes and turnbuckles creak as Murgatroid climbs to the top, a look of glee on his face. He lets out a bone chilling cry before leaping off and nailing Stiles with a diving headbutt! The whole ring shakes from the impact and Eddie actually flips over onto his face!

Murg leans over and grabs both of Eddie’s ankles, locking them against his sides and beginning to twirl in a circle with a giant swing that is also grinding Stiles’ face against the mat! The big man is laughing more and more maniacally with every rotation. He picks up more and more speed, starting to look in danger of falling over himself from dizziness. He finally lets go and Stiles goes tumbling across the ring in a heap.

In the corner Monster Mash is practically chomping at the bit for his turn in the ring. He’s stomping his feet and shaking the ropes, but Murgatroid hasn’t finished having fun yet!

JOHNSON: “Somebody should stop this before we have a manslaughter trial on our hands!”

VASSA: “That is what they make waivers for, Steve.”

Murgatroid grabs Stiles by one pantleg, dragging him back toward the center of the ring. As he does so, Eddie’s pants start to slide down, revealing black and white striped boxers beneath. Monster Mash suddenly starts to go crazy in the corner!

VASSA: “Uh oh! He thinks that’s a Referee shirt!”

In his wild flailing to get at Eddie, Mash actually manages to touch his partner for a legal tag! He snatches Eddie up by his blonde locks and sends him flying with a hair mare while the Referee deals with getting Murgatroid out of the ring. With Stiles’ pants half way down, Mash stomps him over and over again, bouncing him clear off of the mat with each blow.

As the official finally turns back, Mash twists Stiles’ body into a Boston crab, biting on his foot at the same time. The Ref doesn’t know whether to call Mash on the biting, or try to see if Eddie needs to tap out! Monster Mash makes the decision first, letting go when Eddie’s prone form isn’t entertaining enough.

Mash drags Eddie over to the corner and hangs him up in place by hooking his arms over the top rope on either side. The huge beast of a man goes all the way to the opposite corner before running back and demolishing Stiles with a dropkick! He raises his arms in the air and shouts over the man who is now possibly a corpse.

JOHNSON: “That move could have cracked Eddie’s ribs!”

VASSA: “I really don’t feel like that is his biggest worry.”

Monster Mash picks Stiles up by the neck with one hand and goes for an eye rake with the other! Eddie flails a bit, revealing that is not in fact dead! Mash tosses Stiles up into the air and nails him with a throat jab from the other hand as he falls!

In brutal succession Mash hits Eddie with a power slam, then a Samoan drop, and then side slam! Eddie barely shows any signs of movement throughout the ordeal. Mash pulls Stiles in close, about to go for a head bite! At the last moment he reconsiders, remembering the face that Murgatroid had made earlier.

He turns instead and tries to throw Eddie out of the ring. Stile’s dangling pants catch on the ropes, however, and he ends up smacking his head against the apron and hanging precariously over the side! Murg stalks over a few steps, joyfully giving a kick to Eddie’s head. Before he can deliver another one, the Referee warns him against it.

Mash reaches over the ropes and grabs Eddie by the hair with one hand. As he’s pulling him back into the ring he tags Murgatroid with the other.

JOHNSON: “Uh oh… I think I know what’s coming.”

VASSA: “It’s gonna be great! Well, not for Eddie.”

Monster Mash holds Eddie up high in the air for several long seconds before he turns toward the corner. He drives Eddie face first into the ring post! With Stiles’ face crushed up against the post, Murgatroid runs from the other side of the ring and dives into a dropkick to finish off the Frontal Lobotomy!

Murg throws Eddie onto his back and drops down for the pin!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

The referee calls for the bell and the torture of Eddie Stiles comes to an end. The official isn’t quite tall enough to raise either man’s hand, but they are already celebrating with both arms in the air.

POWERS: “And here are your winners, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”

Backstage the cameras catch up with 4CW Pride Champion Aidan Carlisle as she is slipping out of her locker room after cleaning up from her titanic Opener against Roxi Johnson. She looks slightly chagrined as she notices the crew, obviously having been hoping to sneak out of the arena unnoticed before the conclusion of the show. The Pride Title rests over one shoulder and her bag hangs over the other.

HARTMAN: “A few words, Miss Carlisle, if I may?”

AIDAN: “Of course, Hartman. Walk and talk with me.”

Aidan flashes a smile at the camera before starting down the hall with Gabriel in tow.

HARTMAN: “How are you feeling about your match tonight? Do you feel Roxi will be forced to reconsider her stance on whether or not you act like a Champion?”

AIDAN: “I feel great, of course. I went out there and I did exactly what I said I was going to do. The match was fantastic, the fans loved it, and I walked away with another win under my belt. As to Roxi, she is entitled to her opinion. If she thinks that defending the Title and making sure you give it a good name isn’t acting like a Champion, then that is her prerogative.

“I don’t owe it to her to behave as she thinks I should. I owe it to myself to carry this Championship like I think it should be carried. This week was my first opportunity to start setting the new standard for the Pride Title, and I am going to continue to do so from here on out.”

HARTMAN: “Have you started to look to the future here in 4CW? What are your plans going forward?”

A momentary grin crosses her features as she glances over at the bald reporter, but she quickly stifles it.

AIDAN: “As it happens, I have started to think about my future here and I do have some plans. I’m afraid, however, that I just can’t share those yet. The time isn’t quite right.”

HARTMAN: “Forgive me for saying so, but there’s a rumor going around that you actually intend to retire?”

Now she actually has to laugh. There is no holding it back. She shakes her head at the thought, glancing down the hall and back to Hartman.

AIDAN: “Now where on earth did you hear that one? Right now my career is at the best place it has ever been. I couldn’t be happier. Why would I retire now? I can assure that I have no plans to step away from wrestling any time soon.”

HARTMAN: “What about your ongoing feud with Jason Cashe?”

AIDAN: “You mean Jason Cashe’s ongoing pique of envy that he can’t hold a candle to me when it comes to opening a show? I think tonight I put another nail in the sad little coffin of his dignity. But hey, I do a lot of charity work so maybe I’ll throw him a bone for the next show and let him embarrass himself by trying.”

The hallway comes to an end and Aidan pushes the side door open. Outside a gray sedan is waiting.

AIDAN: “I think this is where you get off, Gabe.”

She steps out of the theatre into the evening air as the passenger door is pushed open from the inside.

???: “How did it go?”

The cameras are just able to pick up the last of the exchange before the door closes and the car drives away at a rather reasonable speed.

AIDAN: “Great, as usual.”

???: “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for the rest of the show?”

AIDAN: “Nah. The best match is already in the books. Let’s go check this place out. It had better live up to your hype.”

The lights in the Phoenix Theater flicker and then go out. A woman’s voice comes through the speaker system.

“Together we are,

A powerful force,

As one, mind, body and soul.

Let no evil enter nor attempt to reduce us because of the beliefs we hold,

And with this love, combined with our strength,

We ward off pain and stress.

Deadly Sin I am, wholeheartedly, in life and in death.”

Straight Out The Gate by Tech N9ne starts up. The lights slowly raise and the five black cloaked individuals that were last seen attacking Roxi at South Beach Bash are standing at the top of the ramp. They are of various sizes and shapes. There is a sixth figure with them on the stage, Kirsta Lewis, who should be competing here tonight is instead bound and gagged.

Obviously not a willing participant in this whole thing she is pushed down the ramp in front of them. The individuals surround all sides of the ring before they finally enter the squared circle and stand shoulder to shoulder with one another. As the music fades out a voice over, the same which had been heard on Adrenaline shows several times before speaks..

“We have been here since fire and the wheel.

We shall always be in your hearts.

We brought the fall of Rome, The French Revolution, both World Wars and world wide Terror.

We have now struck at Four Corners.

Prepare yourselves, steel your hearts.

We. Are. Here.”

The lights come back up and the figures one by one begin to take off their cloaks and hood revealing themselves from left to right. There is Ramona Epps, Brennan Devlin, Dakota Smith, Sativa Nevaeh and finally Eric Lee all standing in a row looking incredibly pleased with themselves. The three champions of the group are all proudly wearing their belts around their waists, The Black Dahlias on almost opposite ends of the group with their tag belts and Dakota Smith in the middle with his Extreme Championship appearing a little more dirt covered than the last time it was seen. Kneeling before them on the mat, crying behind her gag is Kirsta Lewis. Dakota puts a boot on her back and gives her a hard nudge pushing her to the ground momentarily to try and shut her up and Sativa openly laughed at the lack of compassion displayed.

Sativa, the natural loud mouth of the group was the first to take up a mic, not waiting for the negative reaction from the members of the crowd that weren’t still shocked or confused.

SATIVA: “Don’t look too surprised out there. I mean really who were you expecting, Xandor Kalel? That pathetic broken preacher doesn’t have the Greed needed to do this.”

LEE: “I bet you are wondering why your Ultraviolent God would ‘lower’ himself to be part of a group. It’s simple. My Wrath knows no bounds. What better way for your Ultraviolent God to gain the worshipers he desires? I am a living deity, the personification of Wrath. I’m here with my brother in blood, and we are the hounds of this hell.”

Lee drops to his knees and moves beside Krista. He runs the back of his fingers down the side of her face while whispering in her ear. She struggles and tries to pull away only to receive a slap from Lee.

SMITH: “The butcher consumes all, that is what I have told you all time and time again. The butcher…Consumes all… Like a gluttonous beast, my hunger for pain and suffering never wavers. That is why I stand here as your NEW Extreme Champion. I stand here before you a god. So, you may be asking yourself, what does that have to do with this little.. assortment of people. What does Dakota Smith have in common with Ramona Lee Epps, or Sativa Nevaeh. Well I will tell you first off it is our differences that make us the same. It is our lack of fucks to give that makes us similar. And it’s our undying commitment to being the very fluckin’ best at what we do! That makes me stand here today. This is our world now, our company! And whoever decides to stand in our way, to try and oppose us? I will leave mauled and half-eaten in the middle of this ring. I’ve built a kingdom of dead bodies…I could always use a few more.”

Kirsta Lewis still however hadn’t gotten the memo that she needed to be quiet and respectful during this announcement. It seemed her constant whimpering had finally gotten on the nerve of Lee. He slaps her repeatedly a few more times. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade. He releases the blade in front of Krista’s face and whispers into her ear again. She starts to quiet down.

RAMONA: “The people standing in this ring are as varied as the set of talents they all possess, even the dumbest among you out there can see that I’m sure. Those differences, each like walls of a house however are what make us strong. There is no side of us you can turn to that will be like the other and their is no weakness in any of these walls for they are all standing on the same foundation. The side standing before you right now is one that Lusts for all things in life, a side of this maniacal structure that has an unchecked desire for power and fame and all of the pleasures in life. The pursuit of those things will never end for me as long as I live and breathe in this business and as a partner now with all of these individuals anything we want will be ours. Opposition to these demands will have you looking dead into the eyes of The Butcher, The Ultraviolent God or even the Face of Wrestling…”

The shapely tattooed woman turned to the blonde man at her side and gave him a warm, knowing smile before she handing the microphone over to him. As she stepped back in line, resting her hands on that 4CW Tag Team championship belt around her waist Brennan moved forward taking the spot that she had previously been standing in. Despite the serious tone of everything taking place it seemed he still couldn’t stop being himself even for a minute.

DEVLIN: “Oh, it’s my turn now? Okay, don’t blow this Brennan. Hah. Anyway – my first thought here is, finally, fine-ah-lee a group I actually want to be in. At first glance.. standing before you are a bunch of people who have fuck all in common as my teammates have just said. Bullies, butchers, gods, and everything in between. But – I suggest you all take a closer look, because what’s standing before you? It’s not a rag tag group of randoms thrown together at the behest of the powers that be. There’s no one up there in the office that’s happy we’ve all came together. But we came together for a purpose, and I take Pride in the fact that not just me, but us, as a group, will shape the Face of 4 Corners Wrestling for many, many years to come. Together? We’re not just stronger, we’re unbeatable.”

Sativa smiles as she looks over the members of the group.

SATIVA: “Now, I figure you are all wondering what we are calling ourselves. You obviously don’t pay attention if you are asking that. But since you are all plebs I shall enlighten you. We are the Deadly Sins. We all have the qualities of the seven deadly sins. Each one of us embodies one of the sins. We have Greed, Lust, Pride, Wrath, and Gluttony. Yes, I know some of you out there who avoided the Arizona public school system have done the math and realize that there are two of the sins missing. Don’t think we slipped up, that was done on purpose. We are still growing.”

“Now, to conclude our little educational community service, I’ll address the elephant in the room, er ring. At south Beach Brawl we showed that we weren’t afraid to go after the top, the shining star of Four Cee Dub. Now, we shall show that we can also clean up the worthless pieces of garbage in this company as well and we’ll start with this one right here.”

The group of individuals stepped back, spreading out so that they were closer to the left and right sides of the ring respectively and Kirsta was left where she had been before, kneeling almost in the center of it. The first person to step forward to make an example out of her was Brennan Devlin who used some momentum from bouncing off the ropes to come from behind and hit her a devastating curb stomp that left her laid out on the mat. Eric Lee was next in line as he peeled Kirsta up and held her forehead against his own to look her in the eyes before he took her down again with a swinging reverse STO. The slaughter still wasn’t over though, both Sativa and Ramona were taking off the championship belts they had been wearing this whole time but it was Dakota Smith, still wearing his own however that picked up what was now the nearly lifeless body of Lewis and hoisted her onto his shoulders. The members of the crowd that weren’t in shock or awe of the brutal show of savagery in the ring were booing but The Butcher laughed at them before putting her down with a hard twisting Samoan drop close to the corner of the ring where the Black Dahlias were waiting. Ramona on perched on the turnbuckle and Sativa near by they dealt the final blows, Ramona with a double leg drop from the top rope and Sativa with her own to Kirsta’s gut and groin.

There was no sign of consciousness left in the woman who had done nothing to deserve such an attack from the group now and so like one would kick aside some garbage Brennan Devlin pushed her body out of the ring. The five members all looked and laughed at one another, exchanging a few congratulatory fist bumps and nods between them as their music started up not far after where it had left off from before. The two ladies grabbed their belts upon leaving the ring and made a show of stepping over Kirsta’s body as they left. The song chorus went on…

“We are the darkness but we’re leaving

We are the gods that are deceiving

We are the painters of blind faith”

“We are the children of your rivals

holding guns while reading bibles

So go ahead and seal your fate…”

As the five individuals disappeared into the back of the theater only them did the EMTs come out, carrying a stretcher. While they were worried about Kirsta Lewis’ well being it was obvious they valued their own more. The camera cut from the carnage ringside to a shout backstage …

We head from inside of the ring to backstage here in the Phoenix Theatre in Phoenix, Arizona. We can see different people and officials heading off in various directions. Everything seems a bit hectic at the moment given what just happened out in the ring but the camera manages to find Gabriel Hartman standing in a corner with a microphone in his hand.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen I’m standing here with a very special guest this evening. He is one half of the HOW or rather High Octane Wrestling World Tag Team Champions. He is none other than Jason P. Davidson.”

The camera pans back to show that standing beside Hartman is indeed one half of the HOW World Tag Team Champions Jason P. Davidson. Jason has his HOW World Tag Team Championship belt strapped around his waist and his arms folded across his chest. Hartman clears his throat and begins speaking into the microphone once again.

HARTMAN: ”Now as we all seen Jason you were in attendance at South Beach Brawl out in Miami, Florida since that is your hometown. We even seen you and your wife getting the ring during the event and have a bit of an altercation with now one half of the 4CW World Tag Team Champions in Ramona Lee Epps. So the question is, why are you here today? What brings you all the way out here to Phoenix, Arizona?”

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”What brings me here to Phoenix, Arizona? To yet another 4CW event? Negotiations with Perry Wallace brings me here because let me be the first to announce that I have signed my name on the dotted line. I will be appearing here live on 4CW television and competing inside of that wrestling ring in the very near future.”

HARTMAN: ”You’ve signed a deal with 4CW? So I have to ask just where will you be competing? Will it be here on Adrenaline or over on Fistful of Friday?”

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”That’s a good question and that right now isn’t set in stone. Maybe I’ll come here to the main roster and set my sights on one of those fancy 4CW Championship belts. Maybe I’ll move over to Fistful of Friday and head hunt one or two people. I mean we already know that show is struggling for actual talent since people like Marisol Hawkes decided to just take her ball and go home before I could debut. So we’ll see one way or another what goes down as far as which show I land on but tonight? Tonight is all about relaxing.”

HARTMAN: ”Does relaxing mean going out to the ring and causing trouble?”

Jason pauses for a moment then looks down at Hartman like he’s lost his ever loving mind.

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Jesus man, why you got to be jumping to conclusions and calling me out? What you going to do next say that years ago I called you a sorry excuse for a wrestler or made you quit some company that doesn’t even exist anymore? Maybe you wanna call up an old friend to come and join you here to talk shit about me like I’m not even around? Nah, chill the fuck out man and stop drinking that Phoebe Walters Kool-aid. Knowing her she probably stirs it with her tampon anyway.”

HARTMAN: ”My apologies but here’s another question for you. Now that you’re here is there anyone you’re looking forward to stepping into the ring with?”

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Well when I first came here I had my sights set on Marisol but she ran away. I heard Inmate 31 was running his mouth but where the fuck did he go? You know what? No one cares where he went. Then I thought well I could always hit up old reliable in Kirsta Lewis but of course we all just seen what happened to her a minute ago.”

As if on by magic itself right when Jason said that a couple of EMT’s rush by pulling the stretcher that has a beaten and battered Kirsta Lewis strapped down to it.

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Tragic really so that leaves just one person that is Ramona Lee Epps but you know what? I’m going to give her a bit of a break. I mean letting her hold my HOW World Tag Team Championship gain her the confidence and determination she needed to finally win those 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts. She just debuted her fancy little breakfast club group tonight too. So I’m going to give her a pass… for now. That leaves me with just one option and that option is an old friend of mine by the name of the Rock Soldier Griffin Hawkins.”

HARTMAN: ”The former number one contender to the 4CW Extreme Championship belt?”

JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”That would be the guy, the Marisol Hawkes heartbreaker himself. You see its been a long time since I’ve been in the ring with Griffin so consider this my official challenge to him. On the next edition of Adrenaline I’ll be here and I’m going to come down to that very ring and I’m going to call out Griffin Hawkins. I hope by then he’ll do the right thing and come meet me in the middle of the ring.”

Before Hartman can respond or ask another question Jason walks over heading in the same direction that the EMT’s rushed off with Kirsta Lewis as we head back to the ringside area.

UNDERCARD
CIARA ROSE VS. DUSTIN REEVES

The Lights go out and Ciara’s Video comes up on the screen as smoke come up from the top of the ramp. As her theme song “I am Machine” by Three Days Grace plays on the P.A system as Ciara walks out. She steps through the smoke, flings her hair back and stands on top of the ramp looking into the crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds and standing five feet six inches tall … Ciaaarraaa Roooooooose!”

She holds up both of her hands in the air as she forms them into the rock and roll sign and some fans stand on their feet for her. The fans Cheer as Ciara walks down the ramp with a smile on her face. She slides into the ring and jumps up onto the turn buckle looking into the crowd. She jumps down and pull her hair out of her face as her music dies down and some fans were still going nuts with chants of her name. She stands in the middle of the ring and smiles as she held on to the ropes taking all the cheers in as she looked around.

JOHNSON: “This is Ciara’s debut match here in 4CW and I have to say it’s exciting to actually see someone step into the ring with a smile on their face for once.”

VASSA: “Let’s see if she’s still smiling at the end of the match though.”

Silence fills the theater as notes to Saliva’s “Superstar” begin to blare over the PA system. The crowd explodes with a shower of thundering boos, 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 the challenger from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet one inch tall …. Duuuuuuuuuustin Reeeeeeves!”

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, he mouths something off to the referee, as he awaits the beginning of the match.

VASSA: “This man here whether you agree with the actions of his partner at South Beach Brawl or not is a HELL of an athlete and if I were a tag team here in 4CW I’d definitely keep an eye on him.”

JOHNSON: “Well there’s a big difference in a tag match compared to singles Vassa. There’s no one there to tag in when you get tired. Hopefully Reeves can show he’s got the skill to put up a good fight tonight.”

The bell sounds and both opponents look at each other from across the ring. Ciara Rose is obviously enjoying her debut already and the cheers of some of the fans while Reeves is staring at her from across the ring, focused. The cheers for Ciara get a little louder and she turns to give a small wave to the crowd but opens herself up as Dustin comes barreling across the ring and connects with a flying forearm smash to her face. He continues with the momentum grabbing Ciara by the back of the head and slamming her face into the turnbuckle again for good measure. The ref is quick to break it up and Reeves backs away with his hands in the air, acting innocent.

VASSA: “Wow, some of those shots on Ciara there were pretty Politically Incorrect if you catch my meaning, haha!”

JOHNSON: “Dustin Reeves is starting off without an ounce of mercy for the newcomer to 4CW and I can’t say I expected anything less from him.”

All the fun Ciara was having with this debut appears to be over when she composes herself with a rather nasty look on her face. She approaches Dustin who can’t even pretend to be afraid of her and goes to give him a smack across the face which the man blocks with a raised arm. With her other hand she attempts to repeat the action and in the same fashion Dustin blocks the second slap. Ciara’s arms away, not protecting her body Dustin takes advantage and kicks her in the mid-section before throwing her into the ropes which she bounces off of.

JOHNSON: “I’m not sure what Ciara was expecting out of her opponent tonight but he is certainly putting up a solid defense.”

VASSA: “She’s going to have to do something soon if she hopes to survive this!”

After coming off the ropes Dustin attempts to clothesline Ciara as she nears him, but she ducks, bounces off the opposite side of the ring and when her opponent turns to face her she gets her first offensive move in of the night and brings Dustin down with a tilta-whirl headscissor take down. The crowd pops and the redheaded woman gets her excitement back as she hops to her feet. Reeves is still down so she lands several stomping blows on his back and side causing him to roll over onto his back. Ciara grabs her opponents legs and intertwines them.

VASSA: “What is she doing? There’s no way a submission is going to work on Reeves, she’s a girl! He’ll power out of this in a second.”

JOHNSON: “It’s a good thing we always keep some condiments at the table Vassa cause I hope I get to watch you eat those words here soon.”

Successfully locking Dustin into a figure four leg lock the woman torques back on it, trying to inflict as much pain as possible as she can. Dustin tries to take several swiping blows at her but she’s able to lean back and dodge each one. After he realizes he can’t reach her his only option is to try and reach the ropes and the man starts to drag himself backwards across the mat to try and reach them. The ref continue to check on Reeves asking if he wants to tap, but Reeve’s replies with a defiant middle finger to the official Patrick McDade. Eventually he’s able to grab a hold of the bottom rope and leg lock is broken.

JOHNSON: “Reeves using his powerful upper body strength to pull himself across the ring is able to save himself just in time!”

VASSA: “Like I said, Reeves barely even felt that.”

Back on his feet, but limping ever so slightly with that one leg still smarting from the figure four the man who makes up one half of Politically Incorrect is now glaring at Ciara from across the ring. He bounces himself off the ropes, gaining momentum as he goes in for her and strikes with an enziguri kick that brings the Cookie Queen down to one knee holding her jaw. Dustin capitalized, pulling Ciara back up to a standing position only so that he can hoist her up and drop her onto his knee with a backbreaker. Rather than let go and allow her to fall to the mat he picks her up and delivers a second one.

Raising his hands above his head to accept the boos of the fans. While they were normally neither here nor there on the man it seemed the almost unusual pleasure he took in beating on his opponent was enough to garner their ire. It appears Reeves is hoping to wrap this one up early because afterwards he drops Ciara to the mat and leans his body over hers, going in for the pin. Patrick, the ref, drops down and begins the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

The man shouts ‘really!?’ thinking he would have had the young lady beat by now. He hops back to his feet, shaking off the failed attempt. Turning around found Ciara Rose slowly getting onto her hands and knees and he went to the nearby corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. Dustin made a quick leap for a diving elbow drop but at the last moment Ciara was able to roll out of the way and Dustin connects hard with only the mat.

VASSA: “There is NO ONE home for Dustin there. Yee-ouch!”

JOHNSON: “In wrestling, when you’re going after a target it’s best to make sure it’s not going to move on you.”

VASSA: “Did you learn that at the wrestling academy of DUUUH?”

JOHNSON: “Omega Academy actually.”

In a bit of retribution for the beginning of the match Ciara grabs Dustin by the back of the head, pulls him up off the mat a foot and then smashes his face back into it, giving the man a taste of his own medicine. Working now with a bum leg and numb arm it’s a miracle the man can get back to his feet, and while he is trying to Ciara comes to stand over him, almost as if she wants to set him up for a power bomb. She leans over getting ready to wrap her arms around Reeve’s abdomen but he reverses, standing up and flipping Ciara Rose completely over behind him.

Amazingly she is able to land on her feet however and when Reeves turns around she makes a quick decision, striking him with a super kick to the face. It’s too much for the man and he rolls out of the ring, trying to catch his breath and walk it off.

JOHNSON: “I don’t think Reeves was honestly expecting this much fight from Ciara Rose tonight.”

VASSA: “That’s the best thing about 4CW ladies though. They’ve got the looks AND they can twist you into a pretzel.”

As he comes around to the other side of the ring and the ref begins his count Ciara runs and dives through the ropes, taking Dustin down hard on the outside mat with a suicide dive. The crowd begins to clap, making too much noise to hear the referee now but he raises his hand signaling for two count. Both competitors roll off to their sides, the move having take the wind from both of them.

JOHNSON: “Ciara there showing she is not afraid to take a few risks!”

VASSA: “She better hope she hurt Dustin more than herself though.”

The ref raises his hand again.

Three!

Slowly both individuals start to get up, Dustin taking a slight bit longer than his opponent.

Four!

Ciara is almost to her feet when Dustin grabs her by the back of the shorts and pulls her back to the ground. With her down he leaps, kinda, to his good foot and dives under the bottom rope into the ring.

Five!

More annoyed that hurt Ciara is in the ring just a moment behind Dustin before the ref can even count to six. Turning around Reeves obviously wasn’t expecting to see his opponent so soon however and he takes her down momentarily with a leaping clothesline. Once again Reeves is heading to the top turnbuckle, possibly looking to wrap this match up with the “Hollywood Express.”

VASSA: “Be careful Dustin! You haven’t had much luck trying to fly in the past tonight!”

JOHNSON: “This is what happens when you get knocked off your game, you start taking foolish risks. They don’t often pay off either.”

With his back turned to the ring Ciara Rose is able to get up and stumble over to the top rope, shaking it hard enough that Dustin loses his footing and falls. The crowd lets out an “Oooh!” as he crotches himself hard on the top turnbuckle, his face starting to turn red. The redheaded woman climbs up behind Reeves, first onto the second turnbuckle, then the top. She wraps her arms around his waist and heaves backwards with all the strength in her deceptively small form sending her larger opponent flying backwards into the ring with a spider suplex!

As Ciara hangs upside down from the top rope for a moment the fans are cheering her on. She pulls herself back up and turns around on the turn buckle before leaping off, hitting that diving elbow drop that Reeves had tried for before and missed. Grabbing one of Reeves legs, she leans back for a pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

Dustin Reeves arm shoots up but it’s too little too late and the bell rings, signaling the end of the match.

POWERS: “And here is your winner, Ciara Rose!”

The official Patrick McDade grabs Ciara’s arm and raises it above her head and afterwards she takes a gracious bow to the fans.

JOHNSON: “What an impressive showing by Ciara Rose tonight! There’s nothing quite like having a victory for your debut. We hope to see more of this young lady here on 4CW.”

VASSA: “I guess you could say that’s how the cookie crumbles, Johnson!”

We opened backstage near the merchandise stands set up inside the Phoenix Theatre. The 4CW cameras were zooming in and out on the fans who were buying the wrestlers, and all the other various 4CW gear. While they were zooming out, the cameras caught Felicity Banks standing just a few feet away from the merchandise stands. As the cameras rushed forward, they noticed that Felicity was already in her ring gear, but in her hand she had holy bible, and behind her sat a giant Johnny Bravo travel bag.

BANKS: ”I tried. I tried to give the good ol’ book a try, and…”

Felicity looked up at the cameraman, now only a couple feet away from her.

BANKS: ”I just didn’t get it. I didn’t get what some freak like Xandor Kalel obsesses over when there’s nothing in there that’s riveting, or heart-touching, or anything worth a damn!! But…”

The 4CW newcomer chuckled.

BANKS: ”Who am I to call out someone’s belief on national television. On HBO? I mean, I can’t do that anymore than I already have. Right now, I’m expected to burn this bible… “

Felicity smirked as she closed the bible in her hand, glaring at it as if she were ready to do something.

BANKS: ”I’m expected to throw it away. But, I’m in a giving mood, you know?”

The 4CW newcomer tossed the bible from hand to hand, almost playing catch with herself. She finally laughed and shot the cameraman a smile.

BANKS: ”I’m gonna give this to you, and maybe, just maybe it’ll change your life!”

Felicity handed the cameraman the bible and turned her shoulder. She reached down and grabbed the Johnny Bravo off the floor, zipped it open, and looked back at the cameraman.

BANKS: ”And since I’m in such a giving mood I’m gonna go and GIVE that merchandise stand over there —”

The woman who referred to herself as the Queen of Wrestling ripped out her own custom made merchandise that you could buy on her website. With a devilish smirk on her face, she flung a couple of t-shirts over her shoulder and made her way to the stand. She also brought the merchandise from her other ‘crappy’ companies, but that wasn’t all!

BANKS: ”My merchandise!”

Not only did she have her own custom merchandise with her, she also brought her merchandise from the other ‘low-grade’ companies that she worked for. When she had most of her old merchandise out, a devilish grin formed on Felicity’s features, showing that Ms. Banks liked what she saw inside.

BANKS: ”Exxxxxxxxxxcellent.”

She smiled innocently and made her way toward the merchandise stand. Upon reaching it, Felicity slammed her merchandise down on the counter, cutting through every fan in line. She slammed a t-shirt on the counter, and pointed her finger at merchandise stand worker demanding answers.

BANKS: ”I wanna know WHY you don’t have any Felicity Banks merchandise out here this instant!”

The merchandise worker looked around, his eyes glaring at the Hopkins, Cashe, and Carlisle t-shirts in the air.

MERCHANDISE MAN: ”Um…we don’t have anything of yours yet.”

He was honest with her, figuring that was the best way to go with the woman who sometimes tended to get in an angry mood.

BANKS: ”Don’t have anything of mine, you say?! Don’t have anything of mine?! Look!!”

The Queen pointed at the table where she dropped all her merchandise.

BANKS: ”All FELICITY BANKS MERCHANDISE. Don’t be a peasant and give me a lame excuse!”

MERCHANDISE MAN: ”But, Ms. Banks…we can’t use these. They’re authorized by other companies and 4CW is very strict with what we sell.”

The smile on Felicity’s face grew from ear to ear.

BANKS: ”I knew you’d say that…”

Felicity reached back into her Johnny Bravo bag and pulled out her first of many authentic 4CW t-shirts.

BANKS: ”See that?! Four Corners Wrestling t-shirts hot off the block! These babies are set to be released AFTER THE SHOW, BUT ME?”

Felicity laughed deviously.

BANKS: ”I like to help out, you know? I am a lady of my queendom and I will let all my gaaaawgeous products go to my queendom here in Phoenix before they’re released!!”

You could tell the two time top tier champ was hellbent on getting her merchandise sold at the show as she dumped the rest of her thing out of the Bravo bag and wrapped it around her shoulders. Felicity’s brown eyes nearly penetrated through the t-shirt’s raised in the merchandise stand, the 4CW upstart making sure the workers were putting up her t-shirt.

BANKS: ”You better do your job!”

The man at the merchandise stand rushed to take certain individuals whom didn’t work for 4CW anymore and added Ms. Banks

BANKS: ”Now that the little things are taken care of…”

Banks turned her head and made sure the merchandise crew was definitely putting up her t-shirt. Banks thought the whole 4CW locker room was against her. Why not the merchandise crew? Not wanting to think the worst of things, Felicity kept it movin’.

BANKS: ”Time to show the world ONCE again why I’m the peasant killer, and tonight I kill that peasant Xandor’s hopes and dreams of becoming Pride Champion.”

The arrogant Banks left the picture, the camera closing on the merchandise crew putting up the Banks t-shirts.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH

ERIC LEE VS. SHANE BORDERLAND

The theater lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spot light lands on the entrance.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds and standing six feet tall. He is “The Ultraviolent God”, ERIC LEEEEEEE!!!”

“Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there again today,

I wish, I wish he’d go away…

“Black Candles” by Umberto starts playing through the theater. Eric Lee steps out from the back and glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as he walks to the ring. He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles.

VASSA: ”Eric Lee is one sick and twisted individual if I do say so myself.”

JOHNSON: ”The man does have a dark side to him and we’ve watched as he’s taken numerous amounts of pain inflicted at the use of weapons. The 4CW Extreme division is no laughing matter. It takes a special breed of wrestler to last within these ranks.”

JOHNSON: ”He has a long way to go if he plans to catch up to Dakota when it comes to that game. Me personally, I don’t want anything to do with either.”

JOHNSON: ”Luckily for you, we only have Eric Lee at ringside tonight as he’ll be facing off against Shane Borderland in a 4CW Extreme Rules match.”

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: ”Shane is coming off a big win in the Extreme Division after defeating Inmate 31 at South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: ”He expressed interest in the Extreme Division so management has made sure to give him one hell of a welcoming basket.”

JOHNSON: ”This is one of two Extreme Rules matches for the night. No matter how many we have, I can almost guarantee that each and everyone one is unique.”

VASSA: ”Well I’m ready to see how unique this one is going to be. How about you?”

JOHNSON: ”You know I’m ready!”

With both men standing across the ring from each other with a trashcan full of goodies on the outside, the ref checks with each of them. After getting the nod that they’re ready to go, the ref raises his and in the air and calls for the bell…

DING!!! DING!!!

Like a bat out of hell, Lee takes off from his corner and rushes Borderland on the other side of the ring. Before he gets too close, Borderland quickly moves out of the way, barely avoiding Lee as he crashes into the corner. With his hands bouncing off the top of the turnbuckle, Lee spins around and connects with a closed backhand to Borderland’s jaw. Knocking him in a daze, Lee then grabs him by the head with both hands and pulls him to the corner. Lee then slams his head down onto the top of the turnbuckle over and over, knocking him senseless with each devastating hit. He then presses Borderland’s face against the top rope before dragging it across to the other side of the ring. Once at the other corner, Lee then pulls his head back and slams it forward into the top of the turnbuckle with force.

With his hands still on Borderland’s head, Lee throws him up and over the top rope. Crashing to the floor hard, Borderland rolls into the trashcan full of goodies, knocking it over. On the inside, Lee looks on and paces around the ring, waiting for the right moment to strike. Slowly getting up, Borderland uses the trashcan for leverage. Once up, Lee takes off from stand still inside of the ring and runs to the ropes. Leaping through the top and middle, Lee flies to the outside and takes Borderland out with a suicide dive. The two crash into the trashcan, Borderland taking the majority of the damage. Rolling in the opposite direction, Lee stands to his feet, showing a slight sign of pain as he holds his side from the nasty fall.

Lee then walks over to Borderland and kicks him in the side, knocking him off of the trashcan and revealing a huge dent in the side of it. He then grabs it with both hands and dumps out the remaining weapons on the floor. Raising the trashcan above his head, Lee swings down with it and hits Borderland across the top of the head.

CRACK!!!

Lee then raises it again and swings down, connecting with another head shot.

CRACK!!!

Trying to crawl away, Borderland moves at a slow pace with his back turned to Lee. Before he can get too far, Lee jumps into the air and comes down with the trashcan once more, this time crushing it over Borderland’s back.

CRACK!!!

VASSA: ”Borderland needs to do something quick before this match gets out of hand!”

JOHNSON: ”He wanted to get into the Extreme Division and made a big splash two weeks ago against Inmate 31 but Lee is a totally different kind of monster.”

VASSA: ”Lee’s also the type to not show mercy so if Shane is going to bounce back, he needs to take charge and do it quickly before it’s too late.”

Tossing the trashcan aside, Lee then grabs Shane by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet. With Borderland still hunched over, Lee takes a few steps forward, dragging him along and throwing him head first into the steel barricade at ringside. The crowd erupts with mixed reactions after watching the gruesome attack. Not taking any prisoners, Lee quickly moves in and grabs him by the back of the head. He then slams his face into the barricade a couple of times with a look of happiness on his face. After slamming it into the barricade for the last time, Lee then presses his face into it with all of his strength.

After letting up, Lee steps away as Borderland rolls over to his back in a world of pain, fighting for each breath. Lee makes his way to the pile of weapons on the floor and looks down at them by his feet. Barded wire, a kendo stick, a steel chair and even a bag of thumbtacks rest waiting to be used. Reaching over, Lee picks up the bag of thumbtacks and rips it open with his mouth. He then pours them across the floor, spreading them out in a line about the size of a body. He then grabs the kendo stick with one hand and a roll of barbed wire with the other. Holding them both above his head, he looks over the crowd with an evil look in his eye. He then begins to wrap the stick in barbed wire, cutting himself in the process but ignoring the pain and blood. After securing the barbed wire around the kendo stick, Lee smacks himself in the forehead with it a couple of times to get the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

With blood beginning to pour from his forehead, Lee then holds the stick above his head. Looking over at Borderland who is still on his back, Lee slowly stalks him, keeping his eyes locked on him.

SMACK!!!

Lee swings the stick across Borderland’s stomach, ripping away at his flesh with the barbed wire.

SMACK!!!

Swinging again, Lee presses down on it a little harder as he drags the stick across his body. Yelling in pain, Borderland quickly holds his stomach as blood covers it from the lacerations. Noticing the free shot, Lee takes a swing at Borderland’s open forehead and cracks the stick across face.

CRACK!!!

With a broken stick held together by barbed wire in hand, Lee holds onto both ends with each hand. He then leaps onto Borderland and presses the barbed wire against his face, pushing down on both ends of the stick with all of his strength. Fighting to get free, Borderland squirms around the mat but unable to get anywhere with lee on top of him. Lee then drags the barbed wire back and forth across Borderland’s head, digging deeper and deeper into his skin.

JOHNSON: ”This is getting to be as bad as the barbed wire massacre two weeks ago at South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t go that far. This is just your typical 4CW Extreme Rules Match! This is what this division is all about!”

JOHNSON: ”Do something Shane!”

After wearing Shane down with the vicious attack, Lee stands back to his feet with the barbed wire piercing his forearms as well. He then turns his back to Shane, leaving him in a pool of his own blood. Before he gets too far away, Lee quickly turns around and throws the broken stick at Shane, Ripping away from Lee’s skin, the barbed wire stick flies towards Shane and hits him in the crotch. Lee then goes back on the violent attack and runs back to Shane, kicking him over and over in the ribs like a mad man. He then pulls Borderland up to his feet. Barely able to stand on his own, Borderland staggers. Lee then grabs him by the shoulder and arm and pulls him across the floor before throwing him into the ringside steps.

CRASH!!!

Knocking the steps over, Shane falls into the mess. Without having a moment to breath, Lee is right there on his back hitting him with violent punches to the back of the head. Lee then grabs a piece of the steps and raises it above his head before slamming it down across Shane’s back.

CRACK!!!

Lying in a pool of his own blood, Borderland is helpless as Lee stands over him with that look in his eye. Lee then drags a piece of the steps over towards the thumbtacks spread across the floor. Turning back to Shane, Lee makes his way towards him. Grabbing him by the head, Lee pulls him up to his feet and grabs him to the steps set up by the barbed wire. Climbing on top of them, Lee pulls Shane up as well. After balancing themselves for a moment, Lee then lifts Shane up and drops him on top of the steps with a cross-legged Michinoku driver II. Bouncing off like a ragdoll, Shane falls down to his stomach on top of the thumbtacks. Falling to the other side, Lee rolls around in a few scattered on the other side.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Eric Lee just put Shane in a bad place with Whispers in the Dark. This might be it!”

VASSA: ”I think it is!”

Crawling over to Shane with thumbtacks stuck in his back and blood everywhere, Lee rolls him over to his back. With a torso covered in thumbtacks as well, Borderland lays helpless in a pool of his own blood. Lee then covers for the pin as the ref drops in carefully for the count.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”This one is in the books ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: ”Shane doesn’t look too good right about now. I think we need to get him some medical attention.”

JOHNSON: ”I think you’re right, Vinny. Eric Lee did a number on him tonight with this beat down.”

“Black Candles” hits the speakers as Eric Lee stands up by Boderland bloody at his feet. The ref steps in beside him and raises his arm in the air for the victory.

POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, ERIC LLEEEE!!!”

Backstage, the cameras panned in close on Hopkins who was not in his usual destination which was his locker room. No, he was in a slightly dimly-lit hallway in the back of the Phoenix Theatre here. Walking back and forth as he kept grabbing the bottom of his chin, thinking hard on something, something that was bothering him it seemed.

HOPKINS: ”Tonight is a must-win for me in order to get back right into the picture. I fell hard to the concrete canvas at South Beach Brawl. Scraped, battered and bruised, but I can’t and I won’t let it stop me here tonight. Connor Gates has run his course with his mouth this week and it’s time I be the stopper plug that shuts him the hell up!”

HOPKINS: ”He wants to talk about taking my legs from under me … Hell, he gotta be able to get me down first. He gotta be able to get complete control before he can do any dissasembling he has planned.”

Hopkins, continually strolling back and forth, he paused momentarily before continuing on.

HOPKINS: ”One day Connor, you will be the best man in this company and you will accomplish everything you had set. Right now, you’re still growing your buds, still trying to develop yourself. I’m going to prove to you that you aren’t ready for this level just yet. No doubt, you’ve fought tooth and nail and I really hope you’ve enjoyed this spotlight because you won’t be seeing it for a little while. Many young faces envy your route to this point. Launching yourself into this spot as a third wheel and getting an opportunity of a lifetime to become the top-tier Champion.”

HOPKINS: ”Buutttt … if you do manage to beat me down for the second consecutive time then you know what? I deserve all the schlacking in the world. I fail to beat you Connor, I don’t deserve to be at this level. I’m going to bring the best out of you tonight Connor. I hope you do the same and try to outshine me. All those promises and bets you made, you better hope you can come through because if you don’t … You will just be a joke of a Devil. Everything you say will slide off like water. Do well, Connor Gates. It’s put up or shut up!”

Hopkins paused once again as he took a moment, breathing in deep and exhaling shortly after. Shaking his head for a moment, he turned, threw up a “Peace” sign to the camera before walking off down the hall as the camera had faded, cutting back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
FELICITY BANKS VS. XANDOR KALEL

“Can you feel that…?”

“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd erupting in a mixed reaction as the lights dim down on the entrance ramp. There’s still no sign of Felicity as the theatre lights dim down until they’re off. A spotlight illuminates the top of ramp.

“Can you feel that…?”

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the theater as the “True Queen B of Pro Wrestling” comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face, 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 theatre. She walks up the steps and into the ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing in at one hundred fifteen pounds and standing five feet, two inches tall. She is “The Sullen Angel”, Felicity BBAANNKKSS!!!”

Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the theater begin getting brighter, not stopping until the theater 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 to which some oblige and others don’t.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the turnbuckle pads until she was fully seated on the mat, seeming disinterested as she patiently waits for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: ”Felicity Banks has been on fire since stepping through the doors here at 4CW.”

VASSA: ”She really has, Steve. She’s not too bad to look at either.”

JOHNSON: ”She has a tough one on her hands tonight with Xandor.”

VASSA: ”She does, but from what I’ve seen of her so far, I think she’s going to make this one hell of a match.”

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 KKAALLEELL!!!”

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.

VASSA: ”Xandor has had his ups and downs since being in 4CW. He’s coming off a win at South Beach Brawl against Veronica Taylor.”

JOHNSON: ”That was a good match up between those two. Felicity is also coming off a big win at South Beach Brawl after showing up Kirsta Lewis in the ring”

VASSA: ”Speaking of Kirsta, I hope she’s alright after that brutal attack earlier tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll find out soon enough.”

VASSA: ”Well while you’re waiting to hear word on that, lets get to this match!”

Checking with each corner, the ref gets the nod and then signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With their eyes locked on each other, the two walk to the center of the ring and begin to slowly circle each other. Xandor lunges forward to lock up but Banks sidesteps him and trips him up, sending him stumbling to the ropes. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Kalel quickly cuts his head back to her with no emotion. Pushing away from the ropes, he comes back at her, lunging forward again.

This time, Banks sidesteps the other direction and kicks him in the right cheek, sending him to the ropes again. Coming to a stop with the rope in both hands, Kalel quickly whips around and comes at her with a series a punches and kicks. Blocking each attack thrown, Banks slowly backs towards the other side of the ring on her toes. Kalel then swings forward with a powerful right but crashes down on top of the turnbuckle as she ducks out of the way and moves to safety.

Banks dives in for an attack to the spine, but Xandor throws his elbow back into her face and sends her reeling across the ring. Both of them rush one another, but Kalel gets in a hard shoulderblock that knocks Felicity into the turnbuckle. He follows up with a corner high knee to the face that leaves her doubled over clutching her nose.

Xandor waits for a moment until she stumbles in to the right position and then takes her down with a scissor kick! With Banks laid out on the mat he viciously assaults her with a series of stomps to the midsection. Before she can recover he tops it off with an elbow drop that rattles the ring.

Kalel gets to his feet, reaching down to pull her up by the hair. He starts to lock her up for a DDT, but she gives a punch to his side to break free! Felicity gives a shove that spins him part way around. Banks then slams her forearm into his lower back, sending a sharp pain up his spine. Knocking him into the corner, Banks then unloads with a series of kicks to his legs. After landing a few, she then kicks him in the back of the knee, forcing it to give out from under him.

Kalel drops down and slams his head against the turnbuckle. Grabbing him by the back of the head, Banks slams it forward into the middle turnbuckle and then whips it back, throwing him to his back. With Kalel at her feet, she then grabs the top rope with both hands and jumps up, vaulting herself higher than normal and coming down with a knee drop to the head.

JOHNSON: ”Xandor may have the size advantage in this match up but Felicity is proving that she has the quickness.”

VASSA: ”That she does. Xandor better rethink things if he’s going to take control of this match.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure he will. After all the match is just getting started.”

Banks leans down to grab her opponent, but Xandor hits her with a palm strike before she can. Getting to his feet, he snatches her up for a lightning-fast scoop slam. Felicity tries to move away but Kalel refuses to let up, dragging her to her feet only to hit her with a backbreaker! Banks holds her spine in pain as she rolls on the mat.

She pulls herself up using the ropes, circling slowly once again to look for an opening. She feints with a punch, but Xandor doesn’t fall for it. As she chances a side kick he swats her leg away and drives her into the mat with a set of three German suplexes! The third leaves Felicity lying close to the corner, so the big man hops up onto the turnbuckle and finishes the barrage with a top rope leg drop!

Kalel hooks the leg and goes for a pin!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!

Felicity gets her shoulder up after two, leaving Xandor pounding the mat in frustration.

As Kalel starts to pull her to her feet again, Banks counters with a sitout jawbreaker! She powers to her feet as he stumbles back and delivers a jumping neckbreaker. Because it felt so good the first time she uses the ropes for some extra air and nails Xandor with another knee drop to the face!

Felicity climbs on top of him and begins throwing elbows into his face one after the other. She grabs his hair and slams his head into the mat several times and then gives him a few more elbows just for good measure. She stalks across the ring, waiting for him to sit up and then races in for a basement dropkick!

JOHNSON: ”Xandor was in control there for a few moments, but Felicity has managed to power back again.”

VASSA: ”It is clear that neither of these two have any respect for the other. Both are more than willing to play a little dirty here tonight.”

As Xandor slowly gets to his feet Felicity climbs the turnbuckle again. She launches herself off just as he turns, going for a flying crossbody. Kalel catches her midair and reverses with a fall away slam! Both are back on their feet at almost the same time. Felicity lunges in but Xandor hooks her head and is able to pull off a successful DDT!

Despite holding her head, Banks still gets back to her feet. She bounces off the ropes for some extra momentum as she attempts a clothesline, but Xandor grabs her wrist, whips her around, and lays her out with a short arm lariat! Still holding her wrist, he pins it to the mat and then lifts his knee high and drives it down onto her arm!

Felicity clutches her arm to her chest in pain as she rolls away. She’s on her feet again and as Kalel rushes in she leaps up for a head scissor takedown! He bounces right back but she meets him with a fameasser that puts him on the mat a second time. Xandor still gets back up and she bounces off of the ropes to answer with a sling blade!

VASSA: ”They go down, they get up. They go down, they get up! It’s like watching a pair of Weebles out there!”

JOHNSON: ”I would have thought dated toy references were more my area there, Vinny, but you’re right! Both Xandor and Felicity have bounced back from attack after attack.”

Banks doubles Xandor over with a spin kick to the midsection before locking up his head for a running bulldog! She crosses the ring and waits as he pulls himself up on the ropes before rushing in with a forearm smash to the back of the head! The impact sends his face into the turnbuckle as he bounces off and falls to the mat half under the ropes.

Felicity grabs the top rope and launches herself over for a guillotine leg drop. Xandor rolls out of the way at the last moment! Banks hits the apron hard and falls to the floor outside of the ring. Kalel bounces off of the ropes on the opposite side, about to go for a baseball slide. Felicity slides back in before he can complete! Xandor changes momentum and twists around, nailing Banks with a springboard super punch just as she gets to her feet!

Even after the huge strike, she still gets back to her feet! She stumbles a bit as she tries to run in and Xandor ducks his shoulder, lifting her up for a Samoan drop! Kalel goes for a fist drop aimed right at Felicity’s face, but his hand crashes into the mat as she’s the one to get out of the way at the last second this time!

Xandor gets to his feet, clutching his hand. He turns wildly, looking for Banks who has ducked around behind him. He charges in, but she slides between his legs! Kalel dodges as he expects the dropkick that usually follows, but no! Felicity shakes the whole ring as she takes Xandor down with the Felony II!!!

Banks wastes no time as she rolls over Kalel and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

The Ref steps in and lifts Felicity’s hand as the bell rings.

POWERS: ”And your winner, Felicity Baaaaaaanks!”

Backstage we see Sativa smoking a blunt and talking to Eric Lee after his successful match against Borderland. They are laughing and having a good time apparently. From around a corner comes none other than 4CW interview, and resident walking joke, Gabriel Hartman. Sativa pats Lee on the shoulder and motions for him to head back to the locker room. Hartman arrives on the scene and Sativa smiles at him. One hand holding her blunt and the other resting on the 4CW tag team title that is around her waist.

HARTMAN: “Sativa, can I have a moment of your time?”

SATIVA: “There ya are Gabe. Was wondering when you would pull yourself out from whatever rock you hide under and come lookin for me.”

Sativa chuckles at her own joke as she hits the blunt.

HARTMAN: “Well, first off, congratulations on winning the Tag Team Titles.”

SATIVA: “What have I said about kiss asses Gabe? You know what, forget it. Thanks. Like we said, it was only a matter of time.”

HARTMAN: “Okay. Well, the burning question on everyone’s mind is what’s the deal with your new group, the Deadly Sins.”

SATIVA: “The deal? Isn’t is clear? We have grouped together to do what we do best. Walk in the building, fuck shit up, and leave. Just like tonight, we got here, went out and fucked Krista’s sad little world up, Eric Lee fucked Borderland’s world up, and we are now getting ready to leave.”

More puffs off the blunt through an arrogant grin.

HARTMAN: “Speaking of matches, any reason why you and Ramona weren’t in any matches? Injuries or anything like that from South Beach Brawl?”

SATIVA: “Na Gabe, we are perfectly healthy. We just knew that Phoenix ain’t used to high quality matches. You know, since that one place was housed here in Phoenix. Some place that claimed it was great when it barely stayed on public access? Well, we didn’t want to give the people an aneurism. I get enough heat for shit without adding mass murder to the charges.”

HARTMAN: “Well, how about…”

SATIVA: “Uh-uh Gabe. I’m done answering your stupid as fuck asinine questions. Got some shit to do before we all bounce out this bitch. Get fucked.”

Sativa takes a massive hit off her blunt and blows it in Hartman’s face. She then flips off the him and the camera and walks off.

HEADLINE
CONNOR GATES VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: ”These two beat the life out of each other two weeks ago at South Beach Brawl only to have Jason Cashe hit them both with a UTI out of nowhere.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think anyone saw that coming. Cashe couldn’t have planned for that either. He just saw the opportunity and took it.”

JOHNSON: ”There are a lot of unanswered questions right now that thing sixty minute ironman match has been announced for Ante Up. We’re going to have three people stepping into that ring with Cashe. How will that play out for Connor and Jair?”

VASSA: ”I’m sure they’re wondering the same thing. All they can do now is come out here tonight and get the win over the other. Your guess is as good as mine as to who will do that.”

JOHNSON: ”These two are no stranger to each other. They’ve been in the ring with each other multiple times. This is going to come down to the wire with these two.”

The opening chords of “Love Me Electric” cut through the theater as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the curtain as The Dirty Devil walks out from behind it. He raises his hands up from his sides as the crowd cheers him on. He may not be the most popular guy in the world but the crowd connects with him as Connor slides under the bottom rope and rests his forearm on his knee as he looks out over the crowd.

POWERS: “From the “Dirtyville” in California, he stands at six feet, two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty eight point five pounds,” THE DIRTY DEVIL!” CONNNNOR GATES!!!!”

They are already singing along with the music as he stands to his feet and gets to his feet. Walking over and resting one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom rope as he leans forward and yells at the crowd to get them all fired up for the ass kicking he is about to deliver to his opponent.

VASSA: ”There’s Gates and he looks ready to get right down to business!”

JOHNSON: ”Every time we see this man in the ring he’s ready to get down to business. Tonight is a big one for him if he wants to get back at the front of the line for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”We really don’t know that. I’m eager to see how these qualifying matches for the sixty minute ironman match will unfold.”

The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds…

“How many start a journey, but never see the end

I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens

A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed

I sew it up needle head all I need is thread

A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader

The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”

As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds, JAIR …. HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

“I’m out for action what the fuck are y’all about relaxin’?

They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion

And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us

He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers

I just play the cards the way they’re dealt”

The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: ”Jair sure does look different without the 4CW Championship around his waist.”

VASSA: ”Just rub it in why don’t you!”

JOHNSON: ”I didn’t mean it like that. We witnessed the entire landscape change at South Beach Brawl. I didn’t expect to see the 4CW Championship change hands so quickly.”

VASSA: ”Well just like Gates, Hopkins has the chance tonight to get back in the hunt, at least I would think.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings and the two men circle each other, Jair goes in first very speedy but Gates is able to get out of the way. Gates the grabs Hopkins by the waist and raises him up in the air before slamming him down with a classic mat slam. Conner transitions so that he is grabbing Jair’s arm and torques it behinds the mans back. Putting a lot of pressure on the elbow and shoulder. Jair is able to push up to his feet, he spins and breaks free of the hold quickly bringing turning the spin into a lariat, taking Connor down to the ground. Jair goes for a quick pin

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Connor quickly kicks out and gets up to his feet. Jair is on top of him however raining down blows to his back. Connor pushes him back and into the ropes. Jair uses this momentum to bounce off of them and come flying at Connor, looking for a cross body. But Gates catches his midair and throws him over his head with a fall away slam. Jair smartly rolls out of the ring, as Connor gets up to his feet. While Jair is on the outside recovering Connor is mocking him, getting under his skin. Jair notices this and quickly rolls in under the bottom rope he is met by the boots of Gates, just stomping away on the man’s chest. Connor drags Jair closer to the middle of the ring and then gets on top of him. He starts to pummel Jair with elbows directly to the face. One after another until the ref pulls him off. The ref tries to give Gates a warning but he ignores it and grabs Hopkins by the hair – pulling him up to his feet. Gates goes to bring a high knee up to Jair’s Skull, but he gets his hands up and blocks it. Jair snaps himself back and kicks Gates directly in the gut causing the man to fall to one knee. Jair then bolts it to the ropes, Gates gets back up to his feet just has Jair Springboards off the middle rope. Jair catches Gates by the neck and hits a springboard spinning DDT!

VASSA: ”You have to watch out for that quickness that Jair possesses. One minute you think you got him and the next he’s putting you on your back.”

JOHNSON: ”That was a pretty springboard DDT just now. I will give credit where credit is due and Jair knows how to make these aerial moves look good.”

VASSA: ”Hopefully he can keep it up because from what I’ve seen and heard, Connor isn’t a fan of that flippy shit.”

The crowd erupts as the both men lay motionless for a few moments. Jair is the first to start moving, getting up to one knee and then up to his feet. He looks around the ring and then at the barely moving Gates. Jair walks over to him and stomps him a few times in the chest. He then turns around and jumps up in the air with a corkscrew moonsault! He hooks Gates leg.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Gates gets the shoulder up but Jair isn’t giving up yet. He locks in a sleeper hold, trying to choke the life out of Gates. But Gates starts to elbow backwards straight into the ribs of Hopkins, making him break the hold. Jair gets up to his feet first and grabs Gates by the back of the neck bringing him up his feet. Gates start to strike the midsection of Hopkins, but Jair brings his knee up and hits a stiff knee to Gate’s face. Jair whips Gates into the ropes, on the rebound he picks Gates up and hits a Samoan slam. Gates holds his gut and back in pain as Jair kips up to his feet. He quickly goes over to the turn buckle and starts to climb up it. When he gets to the top he takes a few seconds to show the audience some love before flipping off backwards going for a moonsault! But Gates gets his knees up, Jair’s stomach driving right into them.

VASSA: Gate’s turned that around! He blocked it!””

JOHNSON: ”There’s always a risk when going for these high flying maneuvers and Jair just paid the price.”

VASSA: ”Connor better act quickly if he’s going to keep Hopkins down!”

Jair rolls around in pain as Gate sits up – trying to get his head straight. The two men make it up to their feet but Gate’s kicks Jair straight in the gut and then double underhooks his arms before delivering a sickening DDT. He transitions it into a arm bar, Gates pulls back on Jair’s arm. Hopkins is screaming out in pain but Gates just keeps pulling back. The ref asks if Jair would like to tap out but he pridefully says no. Hopkins rolls over onto his feet, with Gates still having the arm bar intact. Jair starts to stomp the face of Gates, causing him to break the hold. Jair then jumps up in the air landing a sickening leg drop across Gate’s throat. Hopkin’s hooks the leg once again.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Gates kicks out quickly and the two stand up to their feet. Both men pretty badly beaten yet still standing strong. They lock up in the middle and do a test of strength, Gates gets the advantage and grabs Hopkins, flipping him over with a judo flip and quickly locks in a full nelson. Jair isn’t having any of it however, standing up to his feet and jumping up in the air. Dropkicking Gates back and into the ropes. Jair is on his knees as Gates bounces off the ropes and from out of nowhere hits DIRT NAP!, a shining wizard. Gates hooks the leg of the seemingly knocked out Jair Hopkins

ONE

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TWO

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THR… KICKOUT!!!

Jair kicks out and Gates gets frustrated smashing the mat with his fist and giving the referee a dirty glance. Once again Gates grabs Hopkins by the hair and brings him up to his feet. Gates starts to open up with a mix of chops to the chest and forearms to the face – backing Jair up against the ropes. Connor then strikes Jair right in the kidney before Irish whipping him into the rope. On the rebound Conner grabs Jair and throws him up in the air, but Jair reverses and lands directly onto the ring apron. Connor turns around just as Jair Springboards off the top rope with a shooting star press DDT driving Connor’s head hard into the mat!

JOHNSON: ”HAIL MARY!!!”

VASSA: ”Gates didn’t see it coming!”

JOHNSON: ”Now’s the opportunity for Jair to finish this match once and for all!”

Instead of going for a pin Jair quickly gets up to his feet and springboards off the ropes once again, this time going for OMFG! But Gates rolls out of the way and Jair lands hard onto his feet, causing him to crumble to the ground instantly grabbing onto his left ankle. Gates is slow to get up but he does get up before Jair. Gates stumbles over to him and picks him up to one knee. But Jair begins to fight out of it, a left punch, then a right punch, then a head-butt all to Gate’s gut. Gates however eye gouges Jair sending Jair into a blind panic. Gates picks Jair up and goes for the dirty driver, but mid-air Jair breaks free of the hold, going over Connor’s back and getting him in a school boy roll up!

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”HOPKINS HAS WON IT!!! HOPKINS DID IT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”After avoiding the OMFG and saving himself, Gates had Hopkins right where he needed him! He could have easily ended the match and put Hopkins in his place!”

VASSA: ”I thought Connor was going to lay him out for good with the Devil Driver but Hopkins wasn’t having any part of it!”

JOHNSON: ”Sometimes you just have to dig down deep and take whatever is there to clinch the win. Jair did just that with this surprise win over Connor in the last moments of this match.”

“Fate” hits the speakers as Hopkins pops up to his feet. Backing away from Gates, he watches as he pushes himself up with a disgusted look on his face. The two stare at each other for a moment before the ref steps in beside Hopkins and raises his arm in the air.

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

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

The two continue to stare at one another as the music continues to play over the electric crowd. The ref then steps in between the two to keep them separated as the stare continues.

VASSA: ”Gates does not look happy one bit!”

JOHNSON: ”Why would he be? Jair just stole the match right out from under him. He was sure this was a lock once he lifted him up for that Devil Driver.”

Gates the waves his hand in a disgusted fashion before stepping through the ropes and climbing to the outside of the ring. The two continue to stare at each other as Gates slowly makes his way up the ramp, looking back after the upsetting match.

JOHNSON: ”With the win here tonight we can only wonder how these qualifying matches are going to play out and affect Hopkins and his picture in the 4CW Championship picture.”

VASSA: ”The win here tonight won’t hurt. Plus, he’s due a rematch isn’t he?”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not too sure about that after hearing the breaking news Mr. Wallace and Cashe dropped on us at the beginning of the show.”

VASSA: ”I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how this first qualifying match plays out in two weeks.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll be right back folks. We’re going to cut backstage for a moment while we prep for out next match.”

The cameras return to the backstage area of the Phoenix Theatre. A door presents itself with a sign that reads “Catwalk Access.” The door opens and out steps a tall hooded figure dressed in all black with blue trim. Although the attire is similar to the Assassin’s Creed-influenced wardrobe of the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, Xandor Kalel, the color scheme is different. The crowd reaction is mixed with uncertainty.

The figure in black walks through the backstage corridor without care; a black duffle bag is slung across his chest. He passes several wrestlers and production crew members, undaunted by their presence. As he nears the talent entrance/exit, a female voice stops the figure in his tracks.

FEMALE VOICE: ”HEY!”

The figure simply turns his head to the side, implying he heard the woman trying to get his attention. Trotting up to the dark figure is a petite redhead in a red pencil skirt, a loose fitting white blouse, open at the collar, six inch heels, and an exhausted look. Amanda Cooper catches her breath for a moment before addressing the dark figure.

COOPER: ”Xandor, I’ve been looking all over for you. You didn’t use the dressing room they gave you.”

The dark figure doesn’t respond. If anything, he turns his head back towards the exit door.

COOPER: ”Talk to me, Xandor. What’s going on? You haven’t returned my voicemails, my texts, even my tweets. You didn’t seem yourself out there against Felicity Banks. Are you ok?”

There is an audible inhale and exhale from the dark figure.

COOPER: ”Hello! Xandor Kalel! Patron Saint of…”

The voice that interrupts Amanda sounds a lot like Xandor Kalel. However, the hoarseness and tone of it tells Amanda that something is indeed different. A cold shiver travels down her back as the dark figure turns around quickly while removing his hood.

DARK FIGURE: ”THE PATRON SAINT IS DEAD!”

Amanda takes a couple steps back from an indignant Xandor Kalel. There is a visible rage in his eyes that scares his agent.

KALEL: ”The Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling came to 4 Corners Wrestling to bring light into darkness. He came to bring a message of hope to those in need of redemption. But 4CW loves the darkness more than the light. They revel in their wickedness and teach others to do the same. Good is considered evil and evil good. This company… this ENTIRE HUMAN RACE, doesn’t need a saint. It needs to suffer the consequences of its choices. So the Patron Saint is no more. This company can rot in Hell!”

Xandor turns back around to leave. Amanda takes the bold initiative to grab hold of one of his arms.

COOPER: ”Xandor, wait! I know something happened to you while you were in Indonesia…”

The annoyed wrestler forcibly yanks his arm from Amanda’s grasp and pulls his hood over his head. When he speaks again, it’s more sinister than before.

KALEL: ”The man you came here for is gone! I am the Wrath of God Incarnate! For your own sake, Amanda, stay away from me lest you feel the sting of divine wrath too. Our partnership is over.”

The self-proclaimed Wrath of God Incarnate pushes the door open and walks out. Amanda is speechless; her mouth agape. After a few moments, she runs out after him, followed by the camera. She desperately looks around for Xandor, but there’s no sign of him. The commentators interject their thoughts.

VASSA: ”Wait, did Xandor Kalel just walk out on Amanda Cooper or did he just walk out on 4CW?”

JOHNSON: ”I think both, Vinny. Xandor was adamant about condemning us to Hell!”

VASSA: ”I wonder what he means by that? I like 4CW the way it is.”

JOHNSON: ”It certainly pays the bills, but I think we may have seen the last of the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling in 4CW.”

The camera focuses on a confused and distraught Amanda Cooper before slowly fading to the next shot.

MAIN EVENT
EXTREME RULES MATCH

LORD RAAB VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK

JOHNSON: ”It’s been one crazy night ladies and gentlemen and here we are, it’s time for our main event.”

VASSA: ”I thought the match earlier with Eric Lee and Shane Borderland was going to be bad but I didn’t think about what this match has to offer.”

JOHNSON: ”Havok is coming off a huge loss as he is no longer the 4CW Extreme Champion. His reign as being the longest standing 4CW champion has been taken away in a match that Lord Raab was a part of.”

VASSA: ”These two have known each other for a long time from previous wrestling promotions. Havok has been here every step of the way during Raab’s transformation.”

JOHNSON: ”This match has huge implications for the Extreme Division. Regardless of the outcome, I can almost guarantee that Havok will have a rematch with Dakota. With a win from Raab, he can get back into the picture as well.”

VASSA: ”Like you said, this match has huge implications.”

POWERS: ”The following contest is contest is an EXTREME RULES MATCH, and is our MAIN EVENT of the evening, scheduled for ONE FALL!”

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain. However, Loask is not with him.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “The Masked German Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!”

Raab stands at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring, ignoring the fans in attendance. He then slowly proceeds towards the ring. Still ignoring the fans, he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for Havok to make his way to the ring.

JOHNSON: ”I’m a little unsure of where Loask is tonight, but, I’m sure that…”

On the big screen, we go backstage to see Loask attempting to leave the locker room. However, in front of the door, a rather large crate sits, blocking the door from opening all the way. The cameras pan out, to see Havok smirking, still dressed in a suit and tie. He adjusts his tie, as he heads towards gorilla, and the cameras head back to the ring. In the ring, Lord Raab looks furious. He slides out and grabs a chair from ringside, before sliding back in, awaiting the arrival of the former Extreme Champion.

JOHNSON: ”Raab is ready to cave in Havok’s skull, but, what was Havok doing fully dressed? He does know he has a match, right?”

“Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy hits on the PA system, as the fans erupt in cheers. Havok walks out, still with his suit on, and a microphone in his hand. The music fades out.

HAVOK: “Now, I know what you’re all thinking, Raab. Furthermore, I know what everyone is thinking. Havok, why are you in a business suit, when you’re supposed to be getting into the ring, to do battle with Raab? Well, it’s simple…”

Nathaniel smiles from the top of the ramp, pointing down to the ring at Lord Raab, as he stands with a chair in hand, ready to do battle.

HAVOK: “Nathaniel Havok won’t be wrestling here this evening. Congrats, Stephen, you win!”

The entire theater becomes confused.

JOHNSON: “What? Nathaniel Havok forfeits the match?”

VASSA: “What in the hell is he doing?”

Nathaniel, same smile on his face, begins pointing towards his head, as to indicate he has a very smart reason.

HAVOK: “Raab, this style, the extreme style, it’s going to be the death of you! Now, I trapped that annoying little shit Loask backstage, in hopes that I can talk some sense into you, only because I care! I do care, Raab. We’ve been close for a long time, and I’m not going to waste my breath, if he’s going to be shouting for you NOT to listen to me.

So, Raab… What are you going to do, when you have nothing left to give to this business, but, you can’t venture out anywhere else, because the style you chose to wrestle has left you crippled? What then, Raab? Now, I know you’re a media mogul, everybody knows who you are, where you’re from! Problem is, at any given time, your entire life could change, thanks to the style you chose to wrestle! Is that what you want, Raab?

No, I won’t be fighting you tonight. I will however, be saving myself for the next installation of Adrenaline, where I invoke my rematch clause, and take back MY 4CW Extreme Championship! After that, I will rechristen the belt as the 4CW Tap Out Championship, and bring REAL wrestling back to this sport! The way it was originally intended to be!”

The crowd shows mixed emotions, as a lot of them are former APW fans, supporting Havok on his quest to rename the championship as tribute.

HAVOK: “Take the night off, and enjoy your win, Raab. You deserve it, buddy! Have a good night, and everybody drive safe!”

Nathaniel waves to the crowd, as many boo at the thought of the main event being won by forfeit.

JOHNSON: “Wait, what? No! We can’t go off the air like this! Nathaniel Havok has weaseled his way out of this match! We don’t have a main event, now!”

VASSA: “Genius! Pure genius by Nathaniel Havok, saving himself for his rematch! Just genius!”

Havok turns and walks back through the curtain, towards the gorilla position. All of the sudden, Havok comes right back out, backing up slowly. Through the curtain as well, walks the newly crowned 4CW Extreme Champion, Dakota Smith, smirking, holding a baseball bat, and shaking his head at Havok.

JOHNSON: “Dakota! Dakota! Dakota Smith isn’t going to have it! The 4CW Extreme Champion is going to make sure that Nathaniel Havok wrestles in the main event tonight!”

VASSA: “Why? So he can have the advantage next week? Some champion he is!”

Nathaniel backs down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of Smith, as Smith stalks him, ensuring that Havok makes his way to the ring. Once down the ramp, Nathaniel bumps into the ring apron.

JOHNSON: “Havok is out of real estate, now! He has no choice, but to get into the ring.”

VASSA: “Hush! Havok’s about to say something!”

HAVOK: “Dakota, this has nothing to do with you. I know as well as you do, what you’re trying to do here. You’re taking the night off to heal, and you want Raab to soften me up, because you know you can’t beat me one on one! You know you can’t Dakota, admit it! Admit that you’re trying to use Raab to soften me up, you coward! Admit it, dammit!”

Dakota lifts the bat in the air, ready to swing at the head of Havok. As soon as the bat reaches its highest elevation, Havok swiftly slides into the ring. He hops up off the mat, turns, and sees Stephen Raab standing in front of him, with the steel chair still in his hands, as the bell rings, and the match starts.

DING!!! DING!!!

Havok hears the bell, and sighs, tilting his head back, knowing there’s nowhere to go.

JOHNSON: “Well, there’s no way out now! Looks like we’re going to get our main event after all!”

VASSA: “Dammit, Dakota! I thought that you were going to be a fighting champion, not a coward!”

In the ring, Raab lifts the chair above his head, and charges at Havok. As Raab swings, Havok ducks, and swiftly moves behind Raab. Raab however, turns before Nathaniel can attack, and goes back on the offensive. He raises the chair, and once again charges at Nathaniel. Another swing, another duck, and another miss by Raab. However, this time, Nathaniel rolls out of the ring, and grabs another microphone from the time keeper.

JOHNSON: “What now?”

HAVOK: “No, not like that, Raab. Put the weapon down, and we’ll go at it one on one, pure wresting! What do you say, old friend?”

The fans boo Havok, as in the ring, Raab shakes his head “no”.

HAVOK: “What? No? Come on, Raab, we’ve always been close! Now, you know I’m not afraid to fight you! I’m not afraid to fight anyone! I just want to do this the right way. This IS wrestling, Raab. Let’s wrestle! You and I, one on one, no weapons. Let’s give them a match that…”

Nathaniel sees Dakota rushing towards him from the opposite side of the ring. He drops the microphone mid-sentence, and slides back into the ring. Raab, chair in hand, sees an opening, and charges at Nathaniel, who immediately rolls away from the shot, and is able to get to his feet. Raab begins charging at him again, but, Nathaniel backs into the corner, holding his hands up. The referee rushes over to cut Raab off dead in his tracks, and he does just that. However, with the refs back turned, Havok sticks his tongue out at Raab, taunting him. This sends Raab into a frenzy, as he pushes the referee to the side. Havok sees this, and ducks out of the ring again. With Dakota on the opposite side, Nathaniel rushes back over, and picks up the microphone he had previously tossed onto the floor, and the rushes right back to the opposite side of the ring as Dakota.

HAVOK: “No, I’m done playing this game! I can forfeit a match if I want to, and that’s what I’m doing, dammit! And if you don’t like it, well then, tough shit! I’ll be just as fresh as you’ll be, come our rematch, Dakota! Fresh man verses fresh man, and when I beat your ass, you won’t be able to say shit about it! I don’t have to take this, I’m out of here!”

Havok hasn’t noticed that Lord Raab has left the ring, and is standing in front of the ramp with the same chair in hand. Havok turns his attention away from Dakota, ready to leave, and notices Raab. With horror on his face, Havok is yet again, left with no choice.

VASSA: “They need to leave the champ alone!”

JOHNSON: “Champ? Havok isn’t the champ anymore!”

VASSA: “He still is to me!”

Left with no choice, Havok slides into the ring. He gets an idea, and begins to taunt Raab, motioning for Raab to “come and get it”. Raab, now visibly frustrated, slides back into the ring, and charges at Nathaniel, ready to strike with the chair. He swings the chair, but, Havok ducks the shot. The chair bounces off of the ropes, and right back into the face of Lord Raab, cutting him open, and knocking him out cold. Nathaniel chuckles to himself, as he still has the microphone in his hand. Nathaniel looks at Dakota, while pointing down at Raab.

HAVOK: “See what happens, when you try to outsmart me, chump?”

Havok kneels down next to Raab, who is out cold. With his attention diverted away from Dakota, he slaps Raab across the face a few times.

HAVOK: “Hey, Raab, why don’t we show Dakota what it’ll look like, when I pin him next week…”

Nathaniel stands up, places his foot on Raab’s chest, and looks over at Dakota. However, Dakota isn’t there anymore. The referee isn’t counting either, because as Havok just realized, Dakota is now in the ring. Slowly, Havok rolls his eyes, tilts his head back, and slowly begins to turn around. When he does, Dakota is there with a ferocious shot with the belt that busts Havok open, and knocks him out cold, as well. With both combatants knocked out, Dakota places Raab over Nathaniel. The referee begins to count…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

The bell rings, and the match is over. However, instead of hearing Raab’s music, “Dance With The Devil” by Mr. Liqz, Dakota’s music, begins to play, as he rolls Raab off of Havok, and stands over his opponent for the next episode of Adrenaline.

JOHNSON: “The champion is letting Havok know who the man is, in the extreme division!”

VASSA: “This isn’t fair, not at all! Nathaniel had this match won! All of that work for nothing, thanks to Dakota Smith!”

JOHNSON: “What work? Raab knocked himself out!”

VASSA: “Still, Havok had the match won! He would have gotten the win, if it weren’t for Dakota Smith!”

JOHNSON: “And the champ stands tall tonight, over two of the men that he faced at South Beach Brawl! What a main event this was, and we didn’t really even have a match!”

VASSA: “So Havok didn’t lose then, right?”

JOHNSON: “No, Havok lost.”

VASSA: “No, he didn’t!”

JOHNSON: “Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

In the ring, Dakota stands over Havok, with the 4CW Extreme Championship high in the air. He doesn’t realize however, that Lord Raab is nearly fully-recovered from his battle with the chair, and is now standing behind him, ready to strike. Dakota taunts the crowd, lowers the belt from above his head, and turns right into a thunderous chair shot from Lord Raab, who is now the only man left standing. The fans go nuts, as Raab looks down at the carnage, and his music finally begins to play. All three men are now busted open, and two of them lay in the middle of the ring, out cold! Raab, with a face like a crimson mask, drops the chair, as he sees the 4CW Extreme Championship, laying on the mat. He slowly walks over to the title, picks it up, and walks back over to the two men that will fight for it next week. He stands over both men, lifting the 4CW Extreme Championship into the air, as the crowd continues to go crazy.

JOHNSON: “These people normally hate Raab, but, it seems as if the roles between Havok and himself, reversed here for the evening.”

VASSA: “Havok has every right to not want to take a weapon to the face, or any other part of his body! I don’t see what the big deal is!”

JOHNSON: “Havok was being a coward, and Raab wasn’t going to let him get away with it!”

VASSA: “He wasn’t being a coward, he was being smart!”

JOHNSON: “Well, he upset his fans here tonight, so, I don’t blame them for cheering Raab!”

VASSA: “Whatever!”

JOHNSON: “Nevertheless, we’re out of time! What will happen on the next installation of Adrenaline, when Havok invokes his rematch? Will he regain the title? Will Dakota retain? Does it even matter who wins, if Raab is gunning for the belt? We’ll find out next time! For Vinny Vassa and the rest of 4 Corners Wrestling, we’ll see you next time! Goodnight, everybody!”