ADRENALINE E25 (042)



ADRENALINE E25 (042)
CAPITOL THEATRE [SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH]
JUNE 10TH, 2015

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of 4 Corners Wrestling Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson and this sight for sore eyes beside me is–“

VASSA: ”Vinny Vassa! No worries, Steve, I can handle my own introduction.”

JOHNSON: ”Well, alright then? I was just being polite.”

VASSA: ”No need for the formalities. These people watching know who we are. They know what they’re watching. But more importantly, they know why we are the premier wrestling promotion on television.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s all fine and dandy but I was just being polite.”

VASSA: ”Save your politeness for the next woman that turns down a free drink at the bar. 4CW isn’t polite! We’re some of the meanest, rude and vulgar people in the business. That’s what makes us so great!”

JOHNSON: ”I can’t argue with you there.”

VASSA: ”You’re damned right you can’t!”

JOHNSON: ”Slow down on the drinks, we have a show to get to.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know about all that now but take it away!”

JOHNSON: ”Sorry for that folks–“

Before Steve can say the next word, Vinny elbows him in the side of the arm.

JOHNSON: ”That’s right, no apologies. I’m sorry for not being sorry as some folks would say.”

VASSA: ”There you go.”

JOHNSON: ”We have an exciting card in store for tonight. Before I get into that, lets touch on the last edition of Adrenaline for a moment.”

VASSA: ”Rewind!”

JOHNSON: ”As you all know, we have a Sixty Minute Fatal Fourway Iron Man match taking place at Ante Up for the 4CW Championship. As advertised, there are going to be three qualifying matches giving twelve people the opportunity to earn a spot in this match. With Jason Cashe being the champ, his spot is secured but there are three available spots to be taken.”

VASSA: ”Not anymore! I don’t know if you were paying attention two weeks ago but one of those spots have already been filled.”

JOHNSON: ”Thank you, Vinny, I was just about to get into that. I’m just going to sit back and let you fill everyone in on what happened and who earned the first spot.”

VASSA: ”Well, aren’t you nice? For those of you who do not know, then shame on you! Two weeks ago we watched as Brennan Devlin, Connor Gates, Royce Paxton Griffin and Felicity Banks climbed into the ring and ripped each other apart. This match had its ups and downs, lefts and rights, whatever twists and turns you could imagine.”

JOHNSON: ”There was really no telling who would take lead and win the match. It came down to the wire and left plenty of heat left behind between everyone involved.”

VASSA: ”Are you going to let me tell the story or what?”

JOHNSON: ”Continue…”

VASSA: ”Before this jackass beside me decided to interrupt, I was explaining this epic match that left everyone on the edge of their seats. I’m not going to lie, he killed the vibe. Thanks a lot, Steve!”

JOHNSON: ”What did I do?”

VASSA: ”You did the same thing you do every time you run off a pretty lady. You opened your mouth. But since I’m just supposed to sit here and let you run the show, please, finish my story.”

JOHNSON: ”Okay? This match wasn’t a walk in the park for any one of the four wrestlers involved. There were times when we thought we were going to see a pin but–“

VASSA: ”Felicity Banks won it folks! She’ll be advancing to the big match at Ante Up. You happy with yourself, Steve?”

JOHNSON: ”Am I happy? You’re the one who skipped the entire match and went straight to the winner.”

VASSA: ”Shit happens and things just got a little stanky! Maybe next time you’ll let me finish my story and sit back. I swear, you act like you’re supposed to be in control of every little thing we do here at ringside. I hope you caught in the middle of the action tonight and then maybe you’ll learn to let me speak a little more.”

JOHNSON: ”What is your problem?”

Looking to his side at Steve, Vinny stares at him with an angry look on his face. After a short awkward silence, Vinny then bursts into laughter as Steve looks on, confused as to what just happened.

VASSA: ”I’m sorry, Steve. I was just busting balls. Heh… you should have seen the look on your face.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re wasting precious time, Vinny. You know we don’t have much of it before we have to get to the first match.”

VASSA: ”It’s alright, we do this at every show. The people watching know what happened two weeks ago. We don’t need to give them a play by play. If they want to relive it then they can check it out for themselves on the website.”

JOHNSON: ”We don’t have much time before the show must go on. So, Felicity Banks will be one of three wrestlers to enter this match with Jason Cashe at Ante Up. Our main event for the evening will be the second qualifying match to determine who will advance.”

VASSA: ”It’s going to be a damn good match if I do say so myself. We have Lord Raab, Nathaniel Havok, Roxi Johnson and Ramona Lee Epps squaring off to earn that ticket to the big match.”

JOHNSON: ”The first one two weeks ago was exciting and I can almost guarantee this one will be just as exciting if not more.”

VASSA: ”So, we have these qualifying matches taking place for the 4CW Championship. Two weeks ago another champion made an announcement that will also include more qualifying matches.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right, Vinny! The 4CW Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle, set the road to Ante Up for the Pride Championship. We’re looking at another fourway match but different from the other as it will be a gauntlet match.”

VASSA: ”Counting tonight, we have three more Adrenaline’s before Ante Up and we’ll have three qualifying matches to determine who will enter this gauntlet match.”

JOHNSON: ”Kicking things off for that tonight we’ll see Connor Gates and RPG go head to head. These two were in the first qualifying match for the 4CW Championship but came up short. Lucky for them, they’ll have another opportunity to get a shot at 4CW gold.”

VASSA: ”This is going to be a big match, I can already feel it.”

JOHNSON: ”This is Ante Up we’re talking about here. Anyone who has been with the company for a good while will have the opportunity to compete for gold on some level in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”It’s very exciting, Steve. I can barely contain myself thinking about the possibilities that these big title matches will hold. It’s going to be one hell of a show.”

JOHNSON: ”Ante Up is out biggest event of the year and we’re going all out with this one year anniversary.”

VASSA: ”We’re going to be in Vegas too. Damn, I’m going to leave broke and in debt.”

JOHNSON: ”Well we’re going to go backstage for a moment folks as we prepare for the first match of the evening. We have two key matches tonight with championship implications and a handful of other matches that will keep the adrenaline turned up to level ten.”

VASSA: ”So make yourselves comfortable and get ready for your heart to race because it’s time to kick off the show!”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself, Vinny. Sit tight folks, we’ll be right back.”

Walking into the Capitol Theatre was one Felicity Banks. She was dressed down in a custom made sweatsuit, the text on it reading “It’s easy being this good.” She had a pink Jordan knapsack slung around her shoulders, and looked as chipper as she always did. She took a few steps down the hallway and her eyes lit up when she saw Gabriel Hartman standing only a few feet away.

BANKS: Gabey!

She rushed down the hallway and walked up to the Adrenaline interviewer, patting him on his bald head as if he were a dog.

BANKS: How’s my little buddy doing this fine evening?

HARTMAN: I—

She didn’t let him speak, cutting right in as soon as he opened his mouth.

BANKS: Yah, I don’t wanna be in Utah neither, buuuuuuuut it’s not all that bad. I’ve literally traveled all around the world in the last year. Pretty much been in every single continent this planet has, but this is the first time I’ve ever been in Utah.

She reached her hand into her pocket, pulling out her phone to reply to a text message.

BANKS: It’s not so bad here, though. Like… I mean, I’ve been to worse places before. Like Canada. I freaking hate Canada. Nothing good has ever come out of Canada.

She continued tapping away at her phone screen while Hartman looked over in her direction.

HARTMAN: Felicity, what are you doing here tonight? You’re not booked for this show.

She slid her phone back into sweatshirt and gave Hartman a look.

BANKS: What do you mean what am I doing here, Gabey? Why do I need to have a reason to be here? I am a fan of wrestling, you know? Can’t I just be a good employee and show up to work? Can’t I just come to the shows and mingle with my favorite co-workers in the whole wide world?

She shined off a face smirk, the sarcasm clear in her voice. She patted Gabriel on the back and began walking down the hallway, Hartman following along with her.

BANKS: No, but really though. I’m here to just…um, watch the action I guess. Got a big, huuuuuuuge match coming up at Ante Up and I figured I should probably scout the competition, you know? I mean, there IS another qualifier for the fatal fourway later tonight! Even though the peasant who wins that match is just filling a spot since the person who’s going to walk out of Ante Up the 4CW Champion already advanced on the last Adrenaline…

She stopped her pace and pointed at her chest.

BANKS: That’s me, by the way. I figured I might as well come watch the action up close and personal. That, and I wanted to introduce myself to the guy that currently holds the 4CW Championship. Figured he’d like to know the person that’s gonna dethrone him once and for all, you know?

Hartman nodded his head, the two still walking down the narrow hallways of the Capitol Theatre.

HARTMAN: Anyone in particular you’re rooting for tonight?

Felicity smirked, rolling her eyes after Gabriel’s question.

BANKS: Nope. Not rooting for anyone, Gabester. I honestly don’t give two craps who wins the match tonight. Like I said, they’re just filling a spot. The next 4CW Champion is standing right next to you.

She stopped her pace once again, licking her bottom lip as she thought something over.

BANKS: People make a lot of claims in 4CW, don’t they? They like to call themselves the hottest thing going in the company. They like to call themselves the face of wrestling. But how many of them actually back up what they say, Gabriel? How many of them have done exactly what they said they were going to do since stepping into the four corners?

She shook her head from side to side, pouting her bottom lip out.

BANKS: None of them, Gabriel. The only person in this company who has backed up what they claim is me. I said I was the best in the world on my very first day. First day here I told all of these peasants that it wouldn’t be long before Felicity Banks was main eventing supershows and going after championships. Probably rubbed people the wrong way, but all I was doing was letting every single peasant in the back know what to expect. And have I been wrong, Gabriel?

Another shake of the head from Felicity.

BANKS: Nope. I haven’t. I AM the fastest rising star in this company, and that’s a fact. Everything that I claim is the truth, Gabriel. Everything that I say I’m going to do — I get done. And come Ante Up…

She smirked, showing off her pearly whites.

BANKS: I’m going to become 4CW Champion. Bank on it.

She slid her fingers through her hair and gave Gabriel a pat on the back before she made her way in the direction of her designated locker room for the night.

OPENING MATCH
BRANDON YOUNG VS. AIDAN CARLISLE

The theater grows dark and ‘I NEED SOME COMPANY’ blares through the speakers, the lights begin to flicker and finally ‘Company’ by Drake plays through the speakers.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred sixty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is the “Young Prince”, Brandon YYOOUUNNGG!!!”

Brandon makes his way from behind the curtain tossing his hands up in the air, he slowly makes his way down the ramp playing to the crowd, fist balled with a determined look on his face, he slides under the apron and into the ring bouncing off each apron.

VASSA:”My ears are splitting.”

JOHNSON:”What’s wrong?”

VASSA:”Stop this music, now. Please!”

JOHNSON:”Brandon Young coming out here tonight and this is a huge chance here for him to get a big win.”

VASSA:”I think this song has hit the brown note for me.”

“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.

JOHNSON:”The Pride champion looking good here tonight, we all know by now about the Pride Contender match which will be taking place later tonight. She has made it clear that she wants to defend this belt in a huge match at Ante Up.”

VASSA:”We get to see her in the opening match no less, an idea which she stole from Jason Cashe.”

JOHNSON:”I don’t think she stole the idea, I like to think she used the idea and has run away with it making it her own. Of course, that’s neither here nor there, Vinny. What do you think of Brandon’s chances here?”

VASSA:”I’ve got him at three-to-one to put the champ in her place. You want some action?”

JOHNSON:”I’ll pass.”

VASSA:”I was talking to the fans. I’m a man of the people!”

JOHNSON:”Here’s the bell and we’re off!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The two begin to circle each other towards the center of the ring, they do a bit of a dance around before slowly moving closer and closer. Just then, Young holds out a hand for a shake in a show of respect, Aidan is taken a back a bit by this but she slowly reaches out and the two shake hands before things get heated. After the hand shake the two lock up in the center of the ring with a standard collar and elbow tie up, Young is fast enough to reverse it into a rear waist lock. Aidan charges forward into the ropes, with Young right behind her, the champion holds onto the top ropes as the two slam into the ropes and causing Young to roll break the hold and roll back towards the center. He springs right back up to his feet but not before the champion leaps up and connects with a dropkick to the jaw! Young gets back up to his feet again, but Carlisle again leaps up and connects with a second dropkick to the jaw! Young gets back up again and this time Aidan sends him into the ropes for a ride, she leaps again for a third dropkick but Young never rebounded from the ropes.

VASSA:”Way to hold onto those ropes, kid.”

JOHNSON:”Great counter there by Brandon Young as he was able to hold onto the ropes and prevent a third dropkick to the face!”

VASSA:”Yeah, doesn’t want to be a ragdoll.”

Aidan isn’t on her back for long, as she rolls back to her feet, however, Brandon Young uses the opening to leap up onto the middle rope and connects with a springboard spin kick right to the Pride champion’s face! Young gets back up to his feet and charges towards the ring ropes again, he leaps up to the middle ropes springboard and flies through the air connecting with a moonsault across the chest of Aidan Carlisle! Young hooks the leg of the Pride champ as the referee slides into position…

ONE

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TWO

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TH… KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON:”The champion kicks out at two and a half!”

VASSA:”Ah dammit, almost collected some good money from these fans.”

JOHNSON:”Brandon Young almost caught the champion and that would have been quick. Carlisle getting back up to her feet and Brandon Young once again is right there waiting for her, he’s not backing down from this champion, he wants the win.”

Carlisle walks right into a backhand chop from Young! There’s another one! He’s serving up a plate full of chops for the champion! Carlisle is backed up against the ring ropes and now Young with the Irish whip acros the ring, Aidan however turns it into a handspring and then hits the ropes at full speed with a front flip and leaps back connecting with an elbow smash right to the face of Brandon Young! Young gets knocked off of his feet as Carlisle charges into the ropes again as Young gets back up, but the champion slides on her knees and connects with a vicious looking clothesline! It’s now Carlisle’s turn to hook the leg and she makes the cover…

ONE

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TWO

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TH… KICKOUT!!!

VASSA:”Kickout! Keeping my money!”

JOHNSON:”Young kicks out at two and a half. There’s plenty of fight left in the challegner here tonight, but Aidan is bringing the fight right back to him.”

Carlisle pulls Young back up to his feet after being denied the victory, she clamps onto the front of Young’s head and charges forward going for a quick bulldog move, but Young counters that by tossing her off forward causing the champ to hit the mat butt first and hard! Carlisle gets back up, but is holding her rear in some pain from that move, Young uses that chance to hook up Aidan into a pumphandle and then he slams her to the ground with a boom! Young climbs to the middle ropes never taking his eyes off of the champion and leaps from there holding out his legs in mid air and slamming down across the throat of the champion. Young doesn’t go for a pin, but instead turns towards the corner once again and runs right up again, this time with his back to the champion he leaps from the top flipping backwards into the air and connects…

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

…with a moonsault to the canvas!! Carlisle was able to pull herself out of the way just before Brandon connected with that one. The champion pulls herself back up to her feet as does Brandon, just a bit dazed from the impact. Carlisle leaps up grabbing Young by the back of the head and driving her knee right into his face!!

JOHNSON:”Great move by the champion! Here’s the cover attempt, but Brandon Young is too close to the ropes and already has his feet underneath it.”

VASSA:”Either that’s some great ring presence or luck that he fell that way. No matter, the house is still holding with the three-to-one odds here.”

JOHNSON:”The champion not giving another moment’s time to her opponent as she pulls him up to his feet once again. She’s really focused here tonight, not taking any challenger lightly regardless…”

VASSA:”Regardless her odds?”

JOHNSON:”Sure.”

VASSA:”It all fits together!”

Aidan goes for another huge whip on Brandon Young, but this time he puts on the breaks and sends the champion chest first into the ring ropes, however, showing off her ability in the ring Aidan rolls backwards and hooks her legs around the head of Young connecting with a headstand legscissors!! The Fire Inside as she calls it, sends Young flipping fowrard over Aidan and into a seated position. The champion gets right back up to her feet and charges into the seated Brandon Young and connects with a running knee strike to his face!! She gets right back up and scrambles to the outside of the ring where she begins to climb to the top ropes, as she does that Brandon Young begins to get back up to his feet holding his jaw in some serious pain.

JOHNSON:”Aidan about to take flight here!”

VASSA:”High risk, high reward.”

Carlisle leaps from the top with a high crossbody block connecting with Brandon Young, the both of them slam onto the canvas, but Brandon Young is somehow able to roll through the crossbody block and pulls Aidan back up to her feet with a rear waist lock hold! The crowd pops for the move as Young carries the momentum through and….

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

…connects with a German suplex!!! He holds it with a bridge as the referee slides into position as the place goes nuts for that move. The count…

ONE

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TWO

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THR…

VASSA:”WE HAVE A WINNER!!! PAY UP SUCKERS!!!”

JOHNSON:”No! She kicked out, Vinny! Aidan Carlisle kicked out of that incredible counter by Brandon Young and this match is going to continue.”

VASSA:”No! Come on!”

Brandon Young even seems a little shocked at the fact that he’s not the champion after that one. Young gets back up to his feet and pulls the champion up back up to hers with a handful of hair, in one quick motion he scoops up the champ and slams her down onto the mat back first. Young wastes no time in heading for the top ropes himself on the outside. Young raises his arms into the air and leaps about the highest off of the top ropes have you have ever seen, as he heads towards where Aidan is laying he does a pump in mid air and…

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

…hits nothing but mat with a five star froggy splash!! Once again Aidan Carlisile is able to roll out of the way as Brandon Young went for a top rope move. This time, however, Aidan is not able to pull herself back up to her feet as she’s still holding her neck in some pain after that German suplex.

JOHNSON:” The champ seemingly with a sixth sense getting out of the way here tonight, that’s the second time that Brandon went for a high risk move but it did not pay off for him. You got to have hand it to Brandon Young, he’s going for it here tonight.

VASSA:” He’s killing me. Absolutely killing me.

The both of them slowly begin to get back up to their feet, Aidan using the ring ropes to get back up to her feet while Brandon Young pulls himself back up to his feet near the center of the ring. Aidan is nearly to her feet as Young is up fully and charges at her, Aidan side steps him and hits a drop toe hold causing Young to hit the middle ropes throat first! Aidan stands up and sprints across the ring at full speed, she charges back to where Brandon Young is still laying on the ropes and whips a kick around the outside of the ring hitting Young across the top of the skull with both of her feet!! Young stumbles backwards and Aidan leaps up onto the top ropes and springs into the ring…

“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”

…but Young counters the headscissors attempt with a sit-down powerbomb on the champion!! He holds the champs legs to the mat for the pin, the referee slides in…

ONE

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TWO

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THRE…

VASSA:”WE HAVE A WINNER THIS TIME!!! PAY UP SUCKERS!!!”

JOHNSON:”NO! SHE KICKED OUT! AIDAN CARLISLE KICKED OUT OF THAT INCREDIBLE COUNTER!”

Young again looks a bit shocked by the fact that the champion somehow kicked out of that one. This time Young pulls himself up in the ring and stalks around the back of where Aidan is laying, that’s when Young crouches down and begins to beg for Aidan to get back up to her feet. She begins to stir up and Young backs up to the other side of the ring and waits for her to spin around. Brandon then makes his move and takes off towards her, ducking down and going for the Loud Pack as he launches himself out of the corner while Aidan is running across the ring towards him. Young is flying right at his opponent, going for the finisher!

But NO!!! Aidan jumps at the last second, sending a flying knee right into Brandon’s face! Brandon’s whole body snaps backwards into the corner. His head collides with the turnbuckle and his arms hit the ropes as he goes slack.

Aidan leaps up onto the second rope and then up onto Brandon’s shoulders. She throws a hand in the air as the crowd goes wild. Flipping over backwards she whips him out of the corner and onto the canvas with a modified dragonrana! She hooks both of his legs as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON:”She did! Aidan Carlisle is able to add another to her undefeated streak, this time it was with the Ring of Pain and she got herself one hell of an earned win here tonight.”

VASSA:”I’m only going to break even off of this one.”

JOHNSON:”How’s that?”

VASSA:”Only bet the rake, and bet both sides.”

Back in the ring a very exhausted Aidan Carlisle has her hands held up to the sky by the referee as the crowd begins to cheer once again as ‘Sin with a Grin’ by Shinedown plays over the PA system.

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

Aidan is handed her Pride championship belt and she holds it high for the crowd once again.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, the 4CW Pride Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

Backstage, Perry sits in his office behind his desk with a bottle of scotch in front of him. With his attention drawn to his phone, you can tell that he is bored while waiting for the next match of the evening. Catching his attention, a knock is heard at the door. Placing his phone on the table, he takes a quick drink before sitting back in his chair.

WALLACE: ”Yes, come in.”

With the door slowly opening, Ramona is shown standing on the other side with both of the 4CW Tag Team Championships. As Perry’s eyes widen, he waves for her to enter and quickly stands up. Walking around the desk, he pulls a chair out for her to sit.

WALLACE: ”Have a seat Ramona. I’m glad you were able to stop by and see me.”

Walking back to his side of the desk, Perry looks down at the bottle of scotch and then cuts his eyes back to Ramona.

WALLACE: ”Care for a drink?”

RAMONA: ”No, I have a match tonight in case you forgot. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me being impaired and losing it.”

Adjusting her position in the chair she puts one of the belts in her lap so that she isn’t struggling to balance both of them on her shoulders. The look on Ramona’s face isn’t exactly ecstatic to be here but she seems to be at least trying to humor Wallace now the best she can.

RAMONA: ”One of your people said you wanted to see me so… What can I do for you?”

WALLACE: ”What can you DO me for? Well, that’s another ques… wait, I’m sorry. Good thing I caught myself before letting that slip out.”

Cutting her eyes at Wallace, Ramona shakes her head.

WALLACE: ”I apologize… chill. Anyway, I asked to see you tonight so we could discuss you and those two big beautiful… belts. As you’ve said before, you’ve been burdened to carry the weight of both. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a burden though. It’s not like I’m forcing you to find a partner and defend them. Take that back, you are going to have to defend them at Ante Up.”

RAMONA: ”That’s too bad because I’m actually going to be VERY busy at Ante Up competing in the 4 way Iron Man Match for the 4CW title. Tell you what, how about two weeks I just get that whole nasty title defense business out of the way and you can stop worrying your pretty little head about it. Okay? Then you can go back to recording your Brazilian Fart Fetish porn or whatever it is you do around here.”

She looks around the office with a bit of a disgusted look on her face. The woman was imagining what awful things had probably happened in here before she arrived. Suddenly she didn’t want to even breathe the air in here too deeply.

WALLACE: ”Problem? You don’t look too comfortable there. Is it me?”

An awkward silence fills the room as the two look across the desk at one another. Breaking the silence, Wallace clears his throat before reaching onto the table and grabbing his glass of scotch. After taking a drink, he holds the drink in his lap with one hand while tapping his finger on it with the other.

WALLACE: ”Don’t worry yourself with that question. I understand I’m not too well liked in the back. Haters gonna hate, ain’t I right?”

Wallace’s phone then begins to vibrate on top of the desk, snatching his attention from Ramona.

WALLACE: Excuse me for just one moment. I’ve been dealing with some jealous butt hurt pricks wishing they could compete at this level.”

Looking down at his phone, a confused look comes to his face. Cocking his head to the side, Wallace then reads softly…

WALLACE: ”Heavy weighs the crown, low hangs the head who wears it… What the fuck?”

After a delay, Ramona grows irritated and clears her throat to grab his attention.

WALLACE: ”Sorry about that, I don’t know what that is. Where was I? Oh yea, defending the straps. Two weeks, next Adrenaline? We don’t even have a contender. You practically scared off every team in 4CW after winning the championships. RPG is doing his thing in singles. Politically Incorrect has been MIA for weeks now. I saw on Twitter earlier this week that Mannie wanted a shot but I’m not just handing championships out, this isn’t that shit hole that plagued Arizona. I do have one team in mind though. I think you’re going to need a partner for this. Plus. the match would be bigger at Ante Up. I know how you’re all about that big stage and putting in work.”

RAMONA: ”Listen, just do whatever you’re going to do and I’ll do what I do and that’s make sure that things work out for me in the end. And as far as having a partner well … let’s just say that I’m sure that I can figure something out for myself when the time comes.”

WALLACE: ”Who knows, you may not even need one. I’m not saying that you need a partner by any means. I’m sure you can defend both of those straps all by yourself. Hell, I encourage that you do. I’m not going to complain about a fighting champion, let alone one that does it against the odds, two to one. You’re doing a damn fine job if I do say so myself. I can’t express enough how pleased that I am to watch you come in show after show and put the bodies down left and right. Look it, there’s really only one team in 4CW left standing and you know who that is. Fire some shots and get this thing rolling. I understand that you have the possibility of advancing into the big 4CW Championship match at Ante Up and I wish you nothing but the best. But first and foremost, you’re the 4CW Tag Team Champion now, before your qualifying match tonight.”

RAMONA: ”I think I get what you’re saying Wallace and don’t worry, you can stop trying to kiss my ass. I’ll make the waves you’re looking for, it’s what they pay me the big bucks for after all. Now if that’s all…”

Ramona pushes her chair out and stands back up to her feet. The belt in her lap is placed back over the free shoulder it was previously occupying and she pushes some of her hair back from her face.

WALLACE: ”Yea, that’s all if you’re not going to have a drink with me. Best of luck in your match tonight. Knock ’em dead.”

She then turns for the door as Wallace quickly pops up from his chair and rushes over to open it for her.

RAMONA: ”I got it.”

Ramona then grabs the handle and slowly turns it, pulling the door towards her and opening it. On the other side, a familiar sight hangs from the door handle. Ramona grabs it and then tosses it to Perry whose eyes quickly widen as his jaw drops to the floor.

WALLACE: ”What the fu–“

RAMONA: ”So is that what Daisy wears when you unleash the beef on her face too?”

With a mask in hand, Wallace stares down at it without even looking up at Ramona to respond.

WALLACE: ”Don’t worry yourself with what me and Daisy do. Now, run along and leave me be. Good luck in your match later tonight.”

Ramona cracks a smile before turning away and walking out of the office. Pulling the door behind her, she almost closes it before Wallace steps his foot in between. With Ramona walking down the hall, Wallace hesitantly pops his head through the small opening and looks both ways. After a few moments pass, he pulls his head back into the office and slowly closes the door behind him. Turning around to face the desk, he then leans against the door, looking down in disbelief at the mask in both hands .

WALLACE: ”Someone must be messing with me…”

UNDERCARD
CIARA ROSE VS. JOHN AUSTIN

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!”

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” Three Days Grace plays on P.A system as Ciara walks out… She walks through the smoke as she flings her hair back and stand on top of the ramp looking into the crowd. She holds up both of her hands in the air as she forms them into the rock and roll sign and the fans Stand on their feet for her. The fans Cheer their heads off as Ciara walks down the ramp with a smile on her face.

POWERS: ”Introducing first… From Miami, Florida… The “Cookie Queen”, Ciara ROSE!!!”

She slides into the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle and looks into the crowd. She Jumps down and pull her hair out of her face and walks over and grabs a mic as her music dies down the 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.

POWERS: ”And her opponent… “

The various infamous beat to “Straight On” by Heart begins to play in the theater. Fans get to their feet as Austin makes his way through the entrance. Austin stops center stage and surveys his surroundings, taking in the moment. He comes through and starts greeting the fans being the people person, the people’s champion if you will.

POWERS: ”From Raleigh, North Carolina… He is the “Magic Man”, John AUSTIN!!!”

He makes his way to the ring and does a running dive through the second rope “superman” style. He goes to pose on all four corners of the ring as the opponent’s music begins to start up.

JOHNSON: ”John Austin is looking to show the 4CW roster why he was the standout in developmental, and Ciara Rose tries to continue her winning ways.”

VASSA: ”Expert analysis there, Johnson. Lets talk about the real story here… How freaking nice do Ciara’s chesticles look here tonight?!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re such a pig, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”And I don’t care one bit!”

Ciara and Austin stare at one another from across the ring, the referee standing in the middle of the two. He asks them both if they were ready before he looks over at the timekeeper and calls for the bell!

DING!!! DING!!!

The opening bell sounds off and we’re underway! Austin immediately charges right at Ciara and goes for a clothesline, but Ciara ducks underneath it and connects with a dropkick to the back of Austin’s head! Austin falls through the ropes and lands on the apron, but Ciara was right there with another dropkick, this time to the chest. Austin falls off the apron and lands on the floor outside, and Ciara immediately follows him out. She steps onto the apron and leaps off with a double axehandle attempt, but Austin catches her and drives her spine first into the steel ring post! Austin watches as Ciara’s lifeless body slides down to the floor. Austin looks up at the ring and hears the referee starting the ten count. He lifts Ciara up to her feet and slides her in the ring before he leaps on the apron and patiently waits for her to get back up to her feet.

JOHNSON: ”Looks like Austin is ready to fly here!”

VASSA: ”Could be risky. This guy doesn’t go to the air much.”

Ciara gets back up to her feet and spins around, allowing Austin to spring onto the ropes, but Ciara runs him into the ropes and knocks him down before he could do anything! Austin lands hard on the mat and Ciara was right there to put the boots to Austin. She stomps at his chest six times before she delivers a big jumping elbow drop and goes for the quick cover!

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Austin kicks out right at the count of two, Ciara locking in a sleeper hold on the downed Austin. Austin fights his way back to his feet, but Ciara leaps onto his back and grapevines her legs around Austin’s waist while still holding on to the sleeper hold. Austin reaches toward the ropes, but Ciara rears back on the pressure, dropping Austin down to one knee!

JOHNSON: ”Think she might put him away with this sleeper.”

VASSA: ”What’s messed up is that the sleeper hold is one of Austin’s patent maneuvers!”

Ciara continues pulling back on the pressure until Austin stands up to his feet and backs up into a corner! Ciara finally lets go of the hold as Austin turns around to the face his opponent and starts kicking away at her body! After five kicks to the stomach, Ciara slides down the turnbuckles and Austin presses his boot against her face. He rubs the bottom of his boot against Ciara’s face before he runs off the ropes, and comes charging back with a knee right to Ciara’s face! But that wasn’t enough for the aggressive Austin as he lifts her up, wrenches her around in hammerlock and then delivers a nice hammerlock body slam. Instead of going for the quick pin right after, Austin bounces off the ropes and comes back with a standing double footstomp right onto Ciara’s stomach. Now he goes for the pin…

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Ciara kicks out right at the two count, bringing a smile out from the much bigger Austin. He lifts Ciara back up to a vertical base, but Ciara starts fighting back with stiff elbow shots to the face! Austin backs up a few steps, allowing Ciara to come forward and hit Austin with her trademark “Vogue” step up enziguri!

VASSA: ”Holy shit! That shot echoed throughout the entire theater!”

JOHNSON: ”My face even hurts from that one.”

VASSA: ”Your face always hurts me, Johnson.”

JOHNSON: ”Cute…”

Ciara sees that this was her chance to capitalize. She walks toward the ropes and steps out onto the apron. She points at the sky as the crowd gives her nice ovation, watching her slowly perch up to the top turnbuckle. Once she catches her balance, she looks down at the still lifeless Austin and measures him up. She stands upright and goes for her patent “Sensational” shooting star press…

JOHNSON: ”This one might be over!”

… but Austin gets his knees up at the very last second, causing Ciara to land hard! She immediately clutches at her stomach and rolls around the ring writhing in pain. Austin gets up to his feet and makes his way over to Ciara. He lifts her up to her feet, spins her around, and hits her with a nice belly to back suplex. But he wasn’t done just yet, lifting Ciara back up to her feet and this time he hits her with a snap suplex! He holds the position, rolls his hips, and makes it back to his feet before he hits yet another snap suplex!

VASSA: ”I know John has the triple German suplexes in his arsenal, but continuous snap suplexes?”

JOHNSON: ”Doesn’t seem like he’s finished yet either!”

Austin rolls his hips one more time and pulls Ciara up to a vertical base. He keeps her locked in the suplex position, lifts her up in the air, and keeps her there for a few seconds before Austin spikes her head to the mat with big brainbuster! Austin bounces up to his feet and throws his arms up in the air, taking in the cheers from the crowd. Instead of going for the cover, he lifts Ciara back up to her feet and pushes her back against the turnbuckle. Austin hits Ciara in the midsection with another stiff kick, and proceeds to sit her atop the turnbuckle. Austin blasts her with a punch to the side of the head and begins climbing up to the middle ropes, locking her up in position for a superplex!

JOHNSON: ”If he hits this it might be over!”

VASSA: ”Suplex City!!”

Austin goes to lift Ciara up, but Ciara hangs on to the ropes with one hand to prevent the attack! Austin pulls Ciara up once again, but she continues hanging on to the ring and delivers a stiff right hand to Austin’s liver. The body shot immediately makes Austin fall right down to the ring flat on his back. Ciara mounts herself at the top rope, looks down at her important… SENSATIONAL PRESS! Ciara hits the shooting star and falls right into the cover!

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TWO

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THR… KICKOUT!!!

Austin just kicks out the last possible second, surprising the crowd and Ciara Rose! Ciara doesn’t let up on her attack and mounts right over top of Austin and starts clubbing away at his face with right hands. After six shots to the face Ciara bounces up to her feet and waves her hands in the air to get the crowd behind her. She calls for another “Vogue” enziguri and backs away from Austin, patiently waiting for him to get back to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”If she connects with another Vogue this one’s over.”

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t count on it. If Austin kicked out of that shooting star press, he can kick out of anything.”

Austin grabs a hold of the ropes and uses them to pull himself up to his feet. He turns around and sees Ciara charging at him and goes for the “Vogue” but Austin ducks out of the way! Ciara falls flat on her face and pushes herself, but she’s hit with a decapitating head kick from Austin! Ciara falls right back onto the mat, allowing Austin to rest up a bit. He looks at the downed Ciara and makes a cut throat gesture, the fans in attendance coming unglued.

Austin lifts Ciara up to her feet, spins her around and lifts her up for the “Total Eclipse of the Heart” but Ciara slides down Austin’s back and lands on her feet! Austin turns around and is met by a big elbow to the face from Ciara, pushing him backwards. Ciara charges forward and goes for a discus elbow smash, but Austin ducks out of the way, lifts Ciara up… TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART! Austin hits his patent maneuver and falls down on top of Ciara to make the cover!

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THREE!!!

DING!! DING!!! DING!!!

POWERS: ”Here is your winner, JOHN AAUUSSTTIINN!!!”

“Straight On” plays over the sound system as John Austin pushes himself up to his feet and gets his hand raised in the air after a hard fought victory. He looks down at the recovering Ciara Rose and gives her a respectful nod of the head before he exits the ring and slaps the fans hands at ringside.

Cameras go backstage into Lord Raab’s locker room where you can see him being on his own due to Henry sorting a match out for Raab next time around. Raab looks away from the cameras, thinking a lot about what’s gone on lately and he begins to speak.

RAAB: ”Oh how someone is making a mistake by challenging me for a rematch. It’s been a while since that’s happened, considering all the opponents that lost to me have never been the same. You want a rematch against me, Murgatroid? Good news pal, you got it as it’ll be the same result as last time, except me kicking you’re ass to hell.”

While Raab finishes talking, the room goes pitch black and then when the lights go back on, he sees a gas can sitting on the hard concrete floor as Raab looks really strange and speaks.

RAAB: ”What the fuck is going on here?”

After he said that, the camera then cut back to ringside.

The cameras cut to backstage after just cutting from ringside, catches Hopkins as he is pacing back and forth, in his wrestling gear already as those shiny gold Adidas winged-shoes of his caused trouble for the cameraman and his camera. Staying up, catching only Hopkins and his serious mug he was giving in return. The camera had zoomed a bit more on him as he brushed back his braids.

HOPKINS: ”Tonight, tonight is the return of the norm. It’s going to be a great battle but I MUST come out on top of this match. It’s mines to win and mines to lose. Mannie is no joke, no matter the record, never has been a joke despite what the critics say. I know better and I have to play my game smart or else … I’ll be on my ass again like two weeks ago when I faced off against Ramona.”

Hopkins nodded his head as he pounded on his chest.

HOPKINS: ”I heard your “cry” loud and clear, Mannie. There’s alot going on in your life right now and a win tonight could change some things for sure, bring a smile to your face. You need this win for your team, your main man who is still in the hospital after that crash. I wish him all the best, Mannie. As most know, we have no beef. We always been. Hey man, remember that trip to the Cancun a couple years back. You, me and Bailey having drinks and clearly f-ing up some commas as we tossed down drink after drink, Mai-Tai after Mai-Tai? Good times, right?”

Hopkins pauses before continuing.

HOPKINS: ”Right! I know, it was good times. We never really faced off until now and I expected you to fire some ammo my way at some point in time and finally we all got to see a deeper side of Mannie. What you said, I have to nod my head because some of it is true. Sorry that you feel that way about how things have gone for me and you. We both busted our ass to get to this point. Before wrestling, it was all about surviving the jungle that is the Brooklyn streets for me. Running for my life. Many know the deal by now, so no need of explaining it. You’ve done everything to get here. Your journey through 4CW has been different than mines. I’ve felt the feeling of the infamous cloud, “Cloud Nine” and I also felt the feeling of falling on my ass, not once, but several times.”

HOPKINS: ”You’ve been in every direction except up in those clouds. Tonight could be your next step in getting up close and personal with those clouds. You have to beat me first. Everybody been clowning you, in the streets and in 140 characters or less. You gotta come out strong, on your game…”

Hopkins points to his head.

HOPKINS: ”Your focus needs to be on me, not anything else. Keep your emotions in tact and do what you need to do. We all want to see you come to life, “The Main Attraction”. You fought hard against Cashe, will you do the same this time around as well or will you let the critics enjoy their choice words of what they described you as? Your choice. Nas said the World is yours, Mannie. Bout time you try to change it.”

Hopkins shoots a smirk to the cameraman and the camera before walking off the screen as the cameraman turned, catching Hopkins make his way down the hall. The cameras head cut and heads back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
JUSTIN DAVIS VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!”

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.

POWERS: ”Introducing first… From Cambridge, Massachusetts, “The Loudmouth”, Justin DAVIS!!!”

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. 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.

POWERS: ”And his opponent…”

The theater flashes between green, white and orange lights. As The Spicy McHaggis Jig by Dropkick Murphy plays. He comes with a shillelah in one hand. He runs out on stage does a heel click.

POWERS: ”From Dublin Ireland, Seamus O’CONNOR!!!”

Before walking to the ring amp up trying to get the crowd to make noise. He steps into the ring and run up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is back in 4CW, ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: ”Glad he’s back, but he’s up for a challenge here tonight. Davis has been nothing shorter than impressive since arriving on the scene. He’s had a few bumps along the way but a win tonight should put him on the right track.”

JOHNSON: ”I agree with you there, partner. Regardless of who wins, I’m expecting a great match up.”

The referee looks over at Seamus and then Davis before he motions for the opening bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Davis and O’Connor start the match circling around the ring, trying to feel one another out. Davis attacks first with a big right hand to Seamus’ face, but it has little effect. Seamus comes back with a right hand of his own that staggers Davis back a bit. Seamus shoots in and clutches Davis’ head, delivering repeated knees to his opponent’s face. Once he stops with the knees, Seamus irish whips Davis into the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Davis lifts his boot up and kicks Seamus square in the face. Davis shoots in with a stiff European uppercut and follows it up with a kid to Seamus midsection. Davis wraps Seamus’s head for a DDT, but Seamus pushes Davis back and hits him with a clothesline!

Seamus brings Davis right up to a vertical base and hits him with an elbow to the face, followed by a huge spinebuster! The ring shakes from the impact of the move, but Seamus wasn’t done there. He lifts Davis back up to his feet, and hits yet another spinebuster on the “Loudmouth.” Seamus springs up to his feet, jumps in the air, and lands on top of Davis with a jumping sitting senton! He reaches back, hooks the leg, and makes the first cover of the match…

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Seamus just smirks after the kickout by Davis, grabbing him by his head and lifting him up to his feet. Seamus lifts Davis up for a body slam, but Davis slides down Seamus’s back, spins him around, and hits him hard in the chest with a hard knife edge chop. The shot made Seamus white skin go red almost immediately, and Davis followed it up with a kick to the midsection, and then spiked Seamus’s head to the mat with an implant DDT!

JOHNSON: ”Big DDT from Davis right there! Exactly what he needed to get back into this thing.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, but Seamus is in beast mode right now. I don’t think that DDT’s gonna keep him down for that long.”

And Vassa was right. Seamus gets up to his feet almost immediately, surprising Justin Davis. Davis goes right back to the attack and starts clubbing away at Seamus’s spine, but the “Irish Bastard” pushes Davis away and lunges forward to connect with a headbutt. Davis stumbles back into the corner, allowing Seamus to charge in and connect with a corner clothesline! He pulls Davis out of the corner, wraps his arms around his back, and executes an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Seamus bounces back to his feet and throws his arms out to the side, taking in the cheers and jeers from the crowd. He looks over at his downed opponent, grabs him by the head and lifts him back to a vertical base. Seamus lifts Davis up, throwing him over his shoulder, and hits a big running powerslam right in the center of the ring!

VASSA: ”God damn. Seamus is looking like a straight up monster here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s well rested, and well…he did just come back from his honeymoon.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think a good fucking creates a monster, Johnson. Dude just seems more determined.”

Seamus mounts overtop of Davis and starts unleashing with big rights and lefts until the referee finally pulls the irishmen away. Seamus lifts Davis up to his feet, but Davis fights back and starts punching away at Seamus’s stomach. Davis lunges up and connects with a big European uppercut! Seamus stumbles backwards, allowing Davis to charge forward and a hit a big Yakuza kick on Seamus!

Seamus falls down to the mat, the Utah crowd getting behind Justin Davis. Davis walks out through the ropes and begins perching up to the top rope. He waits for Seamus to get up to his feet, and when he does, Davis soars off the top rope and connects with a diving dropkick! Seamus falls right back to the mat and Davis crawls forward to make the cover!

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Seamus kicks out right when the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. Davis looks stunned, but immediately pulls Seamus up to his feet. Davis drives his knee into Seamus’s midsection and goes for a vertical suplex, but Seamus gets himself free and hits Davis with a decapitating lariat! Seamus takes a moment to gather himself, looking down at the fallen Davis. He rubs the sweat off of his forehead and lifts Davis up to his feet, throws him up in the air, and hits his trademark sitout spinebuster!

JOHNSON: ”There’s that sitout spinebuster!”

VASSA: ”Might be over here. Seamus needs to either go for the pin or keep this attack going!”

It were almost as if Seamus heard the words from Vassa. He picks Davis back up to a vertical base, and goes right for the “Irish Kiss” codebreaker, but Davis holds Seamus up, spins around, and rams him back first into the turnbuckle. Davis starts unleashing on Seamus with kicks until he finally pulls him out of the corner and takes him down to the mat with a short-arm clothesline! Davis lets out a yell, getting the crowd behind him, as he waits for Seamus to make it back to his feet. Seamus uses the ropes to gingerly pull himself up, turns around and gets hit in the side of the skull with a beautiful roundhouse kick! Seamus drops right back to the mat and Davis falls on top of him to make the cover!

ONE

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THR… KICKOUT!!!

Seamus just gets his shoulder up, surprising Davis once more. Davis questions the referee’s count and pushes himself up to his feet. He calls for the “The Lip Sealer” and moves over to the corner. Seamus slowly pushes himself up to his feet and Davis goes in for the kill. He gets Seamus up in the suplex and looks to transition it into a stunner, but Seamus slides down Davis’ back, spins him around…

VASSA: ”IRISH KISS!”

Seamus hits the codebreaker on Davis, knocking him out cold. Seamus crawls over to Davis, hooks the leg and the referee makes the count!

ONE

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… SEAMUS OOOOO …’… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”

Seamus pops up to his feet and smirks at the downed Justin Davis. He lets the referee raise his hand in the air, but rips it away a second later. He continues staring down at Davis, wiping his feet against the mat next to Davis before exiting the ring. He celebrates his return as he makes his way up the ramp and Adrenaline cuts backstage.

We cut to the backstage area, no check that. We cut to the outside of the arena on the mean streets of Utah! Westside. There seems to be a gathering happening near the backstage entrance of the arena, at least there are a lot of security guys and workers standing around enjoying a smoke break. Just then a 1985 black Firebird with t-tops and the windows rolled down swings around the corner like they were filming a scene for Fast 8 Furious 8 or whatever the next one is going to be called. Anyways, the Firebird rolls up to the back entrance and immediately jumping out of the car door is none other than Brody Lee Prince, yes that guy. Brody Lee has his standard black Stetson hat on and is wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans. From the passenger side emerges his agent and really troll looking, Max Von Grant. Brody Lee holds his arms high into the air and yells out.

BRODY LEE: ”That’s right! I’m back!”

Nobody really seems to care about that. In fact, a couple of the workers try to inform him that he can’t park there.

MAX: ”Clear a path for the new General Manager of Adrenaline, Brody Lee Prince!”

Nobody again seems to care about what Max says.

MAX: ”No really, clear a path. We’ve got to get this trophy to the man’s office and you are all in the way of doing that right now. So, please move.”

BRODY LEE: ”Way to tell them, Max.”

Max goes back towards the car and pops the trunk as he begins to search for things. First, he sets down the trophy. Yes, that trophy. Right down next to the car, from the inside of building walks out the other half of the Von Grants, that being Starla. She has a disgusted look on her face, as always, but Brody Lee is there to greet her with a smile.

STARLA: ”Dear God, you brought the trophy.”

Brody Lee turns looks towards the trophy and gives it a nod as well. He then turns back towards Starla and doesn’t seem to pick up on her disgusted look as he explains.

BRODY LEE: ”That’s right, Starla. I brought the trophy. I brought the one thing that says, Brody Lee Prince is the EWI Male Breakout Star of 2015 and am going to put it in my brand new office here, because I’m the General Manager of this place. Imagine you will walking into my office and the first thing that hits you in the face is the glint off of Marla. What then, Starla? You will know you are in the office of Brody Lee.”

STARLA: ”I still can’t believe you named a trophy Marla.”

BRODY LEE: ”I still can’t believe you have yet to accept that the trophy’s name is Marla, Starla. Max has.”

Max is still in the trunk of the car fishing out parts to something on wheels. It looks like a movable platform of some kind that requires a little bit of work to put together.

MAX: ”I really have.”

STARLA: ”Max believes anything you say, Brody Lee. He even paid how much of his own money to repair this car of yours.”

BRODY LEE: ”You mean Carla.”

Brody Lee points to the Firebird.

STARLA: ”What?”

BRODY LEE: ”Oh, you haven’t been officially introduced. Starla, this is Carla, my pride and joy, totally rebuilt engine and a shiny new paint job on top of it and you can thank my agent for all of that good stuff.”

She is nearly throwing up right now from the look on her face.

STARLA: ”Carla?”

MAX: ”Yeah, Carla. Brody Lee picked it out. I think it… sort of goes with the whole thing well.”

STARLA: ”You’re not helping, Max.”

MAX: ”We even got a picture of it in his office. A real nice frame, too.”

Sure enough, Max holds up a picture frame that is made from really nice wood. There seems to be a picture of the car inside the frame as well.

BRODY LEE: ”So, when swing open that door to the General Manager’s office, the first thing you see is the reflection off of Marla and then when you go to sit down you then see the nice frame with the picture of Carla. Get it, Starla? It goes, Marla, Carla, and Starla.”

STARLA: ”Really?”

BRODY LEE: ”Awesome, isn’t it?”

Brody Lee wraps his arm around the side of Starla, totally getting a cheap feel with the arm slung around her as his other hand is high into the air explaining to Starla about his name and the bright lights, big city moment he’s having. Starla is not buying any of it, her face doesn’t even change. There’s just shame. One hundred percent pure shame.

STARLA: ”You had sex with the car, didn’t you?”

BRODY LEE: ”That’s gross. Carla is a car.”

Brody Lee seems shocked, but not too shocked. More like he got caught in the act.

STARLA: ”And Marla is a trophy.”

BRODY LEE: ”I’m sorry, I didn’t that hear that. We’re just so busy moving things into my brand new office, Starla it’s hard to hear anything over the sound of the wheels of the portable Marla display. Ain’t she grand?”

Just then Max wheels by with the trophy on the movable display. He’s doing all the work by himself but then walks back past the two of them and disappears as Starla continues to have a horrific look on her face. Brody Lee breaks the silence as he turns looking for Max.

BRODY LEE: ”Max, where’d you go?”

Max is back over where Carla, the Firebird, is resting. With a creepy slide of his hand across the front end of it to where he cups the bottom of the side mirrors like one would cup a — you get the idea — he responds.

MAX: ”Me and you, later.”

STARLA: ”I need to hide.”

Starla marches off, while Brody Lee has a curious look towards Max and what exactly he’s doing to his car. Brody Lee then walks to the inside of the building to begin his reign as GM.

UNDERCARD
ROBINA HOOD VS. BRENNAN DEVLIN

“They say we wanted attention…”

Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm (None Like Joshua & Veela Remix) get an immediate mixed, response from the tonight’s audience as the purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. Some of the crowd recognizes that she’s Robina Hood formerly from Fistful of Friday and begins to become even louder with their cheers and jeers.

POWERS: “The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!”

Once introduced the forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This causes the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress – with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt – to the cameras which generates some wolf whistles from the men in attendance, before confidently walking down the ramp, keeping her distance from the people in attendance while doing so. She doesn’t waste much time getting onto the ring apron but instead of immediately entering Miss Hood partly sits down on the middle rope, glances towards the crowd and gives them a happy looking smile before she finally enters the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina does a 270 degrees spin and punches the air at the moment the words “Watch Me Ignite” escape the P.A. System, electing a louder response from the people in attendance tonight.

POWERS: “And her opponent from Devils Den, California, standing six feet one inch tall and weighing two hundred and eighteen pounds….”

“You’re Gonna Love It If You Like It or Not” by Powerman 5000 blares throughout the theater as the man claiming the theme, Brennan Devlin strolls out onto the stage to a reaction of pure hate from the audience. Completely unphased the man seems to bask in the negative attention from the folks that are out there tonight.

POWERS: “BRENNAN DEVLIN!”

The fans loudly chant negative things in his direction as he struts down the ramp, taunting members of the crowd rather profusely as he passes by just trying to get a rise out of them. He stops to make fun, even laugh at a few of them face to face before he arrives into the ringside area. Once there – he hops up onto the apron and stood there for a moment, turning to peer at the crowd. He gave them a confident, toothy grin before sliding his vest he wore during entrances off, and entering the ring. Inside the ropes he walks over to the turnbuckle and leisurely lays back against it, waving sarcastically at his opponent as his music fades and he continues to laze around.

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings and the match is officially underway but Brennan shows no interest in moving from his spot on the turnbuckle. Meanwhile Robina appears completely ready to get down to brass tacks as she takes on a fighting stance, arms raised in front of her. She waves for him to come at her but he just lets out a laugh and looks to the audience and shakes his head.

JOHNSON: “Brennan Devlin made it pretty clear in his promos that he has no respect for Robina Hood, I’m not surprised to see him act like this towards her in the ring.”

VASSA: “Devlin respects the only person who deserves respect, and that’s himself!”

Finally, tired of waiting Robina makes a running leap towards the corner Devlin is relaxing in and comes down hard with an elbow. The man was ready for her though and side steps out of the way just in time so that she smacks her elbow against the turnbuckle after missing him. He makes a point to point and laugh at Robina as she recovers, cupping her elbow briefly after hitting her funny bone. The taunting seems to be enough to get the woman fired up again and she jumps onto her opponent, wrapping an arm around his head in hopes of maybe getting one over on him with a side-headlock take down.

JOHNSON: “Devlin made it all too clear that he didn’t think Robina was worth much as an opponent but we see here that she may just prove him wrong yet!”

VASSA: “Your optimism is both idiotic and disgusting Steve!”

She tries to take the bigger man down but he pushes her backwards off of himself into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As Robina Hood bounces back towards him Brennan hits the mat, tangling his feet with hers in a drop toehold that brings her crashing face first down onto the canvas unexpectedly. The crowd is getting vocal as Brennan pops back up to his feet and delivers several kicks to Robina’s exposed back and side. He gives her just long enough to start to get back up but by the time she’s on her knee’s he’s right there, hooking the crook of his elbow under her chin from the side to pull her up to her feet and then flip her forward back down onto the mat again with a snapmare. Having landed on her backside in a sitting position Brennan is then able to bounce off the ropes to give a little extra oomph behind the knee he strikes his opponent’s face with.

VASSA: “Brennan has effectively shut down Hood! Case closed, put a fork in her because she’s done!”

JOHNSON: “Could you pretend to be a professional for once? The match has barely gotten started.”

VASSA: “I know that but I realized I just drank the last of my Mountain Dew Baja Blast and now I want to get a refill. That’s right folks, Baja Blast is available in cans now but for a limited time only!”

JOHNSON: “Good lord … “

Feeling quite good about himself so far Devlin begins to pace circles around the ring, trying to pump up the crowd with him as he repeatedly raises his arms, clapping his hands above his head. The fans who don’t seem to be behind either opponent in the match still make sure to let the blonde haired casanova know he’ll be getting no warm response from him tonight either which a wave of boos. Like always it seems to have zero affect on him and he goes to once again pick Robina up off the mat. This time she’s able to get a moment of offense off against him as she elbows Brennan in the side of the head, sending him stumbling backwards.

Knowing this might be her last opportunity for a while to catch her opponent off guard the woman gets up quickly. Devlin is already on the move towards her again but this time she’s prepared and leaps at him. Anticipating he’ll catch her up on his shoulder, and being correct Robina wraps an arm around his head and swings her weight backwards, taking him down with a jumping implant DDT. Once again the woman is kick to get back to her feet and capitalize on the momentum she’s gotten and positions herself behind Brennan. From behind she locks in a dragon sleeper and combines it with some body scissors, wrapping her legs around his torso and squeezing.

JOHNSON: “Despite my colleagues uneducated comments earlier Robina Hood is clearly NOT done yet! She’s mounting a smart defense against Brennan, hoping to take away some of the strength and energy from him with a submission.”

VASSA: “Just like a woman to try and suck all the life from you.”

The ref moves in to check on Brennan, seeing if he’s showing any signs of fading or is going to tap out. Neither is an option for him though and he fights back against the weight of Robina, getting into a standing position with her still wrapped around him. He runs backwards towards the corner of the ring and crushes Robina in between him and the turnbuckle but she still manages to hold on after the hard hit. Again he throws his full weight back, crushing her a second time and then a third. Her grip finally loosens and she falls, slumping down in the corner where Brennan begins to stomp her in the stomach. After several hits the ref orders the man to back off which he does but is obviously annoyed by having to do so.

He stands several feet away, growing impatient as Hood is pulling herself back up to her feet using the ropes. Devlin taunts her the whole time with such comments like Get up and stop wrestling like such a girl! and Come on Robina, your tampon is showing! The attempts at being annoying are obviously felt because the woman comes charging out of the corner at him looking for a clothesline. He ducks her arm but puts his own around her chest as he does and stops before pulling her down backwards into an STO backbreaker.

After shoving her off his knee and onto the mat Brennan sits down and casually leans back against Robina’s body. He goes as far as to lazily put an arm over her but her shoulders are down and the referee drops down to begin the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “I don’t think that was a kick out..”

JOHNSON: “Brennan Devlin actually pulled Robina off the mat to break up his own pin!”

VASSA: “What a genius!”

With a hand under the back of Hood’s neck Devlin had purposefully pulled her out of the pin as he had no intentions of letting her out of this match this early. Turning around he waves a finger in her face to mock the young lady, who goes to catch him with a European uppercut. Devlin avoids it but grabs onto her arm and wraps his legs around it. He starts cranking back, locking in the armbar. The man is only able to keep the move on her for several seconds before she reaches over to the near by ropes and grabs a hold of the bottom one with her free arm. Even then he holds on for a bit longer, letting go right before the ref would have just cause to disqualify him.

Robina grips at her aching arm, nursing both her shoulder and elbow that Brennan had just tried to dislocate. The ref asks several times if she wants to continue and the woman nods her confirmation that she isn’t done yet. With her good arm she pushes herself back into a standing position and glares daggers over at the man she’s trying to best. As usual he’s all smiles and starts bouncing on his heels waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

The woman moves first, bouncing her back off the ropes for some extra momentum as she jumps off her feet looking for a Lou Thesz press but Brennan is ready and counters her mid-air with a drop kick to the chest. A moment later both are back on their feet, again ready to do battle. Brennan grabs Robina by her dress and attempts to throw her completely out of the ring but at the last moment she gets a grip on the middle rope and saves herself from the fall.

From outside on the ring apron Robina jumps up, feet landing on the top rope which she uses to push off from heading into a springboard clothesline on Devlin. For the umpteenth time tonight the man is able to roll out of the way and as he does she lands in front of him on her feet, no worse for the wear. As he gets up he grabs the hem of Hood’s dress and pulls it up over her head so she can’t see! With her incapacitated Brennan immediately begins reigning down blows on the back of the woman’s head, disorientating her even further. Even if they aren’t fans of the man some of the less politically correct of the audience can’t help but laugh at the display.

JOHNSON: “Oh come on! How is this even allowed?”

VASSA: “Well what do you expect to happen when you come to the ring dressed like a Victorian Bar Maid?!”

One final strike to the back sends Hood to the ground and Brennan stands back a moment with his hands up in celebration as he laughs at his fallen opponent. The woman fights to get her dress back down from around her head so she can get onto her hands and knees and when she does Brennan is there wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up off the ground. He turns around in a circle so the arena can get a full view of him holding the woman aloft before he falls back, flipping her over onto the canvas with him in a delayed gut wrench suplex. As they lay there side by side but facing in opposite directions one of Robina’s arms flops over Brennan’s chest.

The ref can’t help but notice for the time being while Devlin is catching his breath both his shoulders technically ARE on the and his opponent has an arm over him. Dropping down to him stomach the official begins his count.

ON.. KICKOUT!

Brennan nearly flies up off of the mat as he realizes what was happening and yells several obscenities at the referee before composing himself. This time he actually lets Robina get back to her feet after the attack, using the time to slick back his hair while she does. Rather than go straight for an attack the woman seems much more apprehensive to make a move even when he waves her on.

The crowd starts to get worked up, waiting for something to happen. They’re cheering all sorts of different things but barely any of it can really be made out as the chants overlap. Dismissing her with a laugh, Brennan turns his attention away from Robina and walks back over to a corner of the ring to relax against a turnbuckle. While he’s doing this Robina gets charged up so that when he turns around the first thing he sees coming at him is her body flipping around in handspring cartwheel butt bump which connects with the man’s midsection.

JOHNSON: “Robina certainly brings an interesting arsenal of moves to the table in her matches, you have to admit.”

The action seems to knock a bit of the wind out of Brennan and he doubles over a bit with a few coughs. Hood gets herself pumped up now, punching a fist in the air before she returns and hits a double axe handle to the back of her opponents neck. While Brennan is still reeling from the strike she guides him around so that she in posterior of the man.

JOHNSON: “Could this be it? Is Robina Hood going for the Grand Finale? This could turn everything around!”

Brennan grabs the top rope preventing Robina from pulling him down into the double knee backstabber and she falls to the ground and rolls away to a safe distance. Brennan turns around in time to see Hood charging at him once again but he catches her up around the waist, lifts her onto his shoulder and then drops her across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She falls writhing to the ground, one hand holding the small of her back in agony. Rather than take another chance to gloat or mock his opponent he goes in for another attack taking Robina back down the moment she tries to get back up.

While she’s once again prone on the mat Brennan takes the opportunity to give a few more well placed kicks to her back. For once he seems to know to stop before the ref tells him otherwise. Robina starts to push herself up, but her arms give up and she collapses back onto the mat. A few folks in the crowd clap a steady rhythm of encouragement. Again she tries to push herself up.

VASSA: “Listen to this applause! People are loving this!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think people are applauding, I think they’re – OH MY GOD!!”

As soon as Robina finds the strength to push herself up from the ring Brennan comes running from the opposite side of the ring. He puts his boot on the back of her head and pushes down with all his weight, curb-stomping Hood’s face straight back into the mat! The crowd, fans and haters alike explode with excitement and boos.

VASSA: “FACE TIME! FACE TIME! FACE TIME!”

With a purpose Devlin drops down, rolls Robina onto her back and hooks one of her legs. The look on his face is one of a bit of sick enjoyment now and the referee slides in close to begin the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: And your winner, BRENNAN DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”

“You’re Gonna Love It If You Like It or Not” by Powerman 5000 starts playing through the speakers again as the official comes over and raises Brennan’s hand in victory. Brennan only lets the ref hold his wrist for a second before snatching it away and exiting the ring, already starting to mock certain members of the crowd as he prepares to leave.

JOHNSON: “Devlin started strong straight out the gate and didn’t change his tune the whole match. Robina had a few strong moments of her own but it just wasn’t enough to save her.”

VASSA: “For a match that wasn’t incredibly hyped this sure turned out to be one hell of a show! Let’s check in with what’s going on backstage!”

Cameras cut backstage where Felicity Banks was shown roaming the clear halls of the Capitol Theatre. Felicity was still in her custom made “It’s easy being this good” sweats, looking like she was as happy as she could be, but she had a problem.

BANKS: “Gonna have an accident soon. Don’t even care either.”

And that problem was…she really had to pee.

BANKS: ”Jesus freaking Christmas! I’ve been looking for a bathroom since the potty break that was Brennan’s match got started, and now…”

Felicity stopped, hearing someone’s theme song blaring in the background.

BANKS: ”…it’s over! The one potty break on this show and it’s freaking over!”

Felicity rolled her eyes and did the peepee dance as she ran down the hallway, grabbing the first person she saw by the shirt.

BANKS: ”Bathroom. Now. Where is it?”

The ginger haired man widened his eyes and pointed down the hallway, hopefully in the direction of the bathroom.

BANKS: ”If I walk allllllllllll the way to where you’re pointing and I find no bathroom, I’m super kicking you and then peeing on you. Then I’ll use your shirt as toilet paper. Capice?”

Felicity let go of the man’s shirt and rubbed off the wrinkles she put in it before she took off down the hallway with a little extra pep in her step. After walking about thirty feet, Felicity’s eyes sparkled when she saw the bathroom designated for 4CW talent right in front of her.

BANKS: ”Finally!”

She peepee danced all the way inside, pushing the door open, and leaving the camera crew behind.

CAMERA GUY: “Damn. Wish we had a chick on our staff…”

From behind the Camera guy comes a pat on his back. He turned to find 4CW Champion, Jason Cashe standing there with a smile on his face.

CASHE: “Allow me to be of assistance!”

CAMERA GUY: “I don’t think she’ll appro–”

Trying to stop Cashe seemed pointless as the Champion enters the Ladies Bathroom. Looking around, it was slightly different than the men’s bathroom. No urinals and somehow things seemed cleaner. He could hear the shuffling inside one of the stalls as a flow of urination was heard from within. Cashe made his way to the occupied stall and as he leaned in to place his ear to the door, Felicity’s voice called out curious as to who might be standing in front of her stall.

BANKS: ”WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WHO IS THAT?! I COULD SEE YOUR BOOTS FROM UNDERNEATH THE DOOR! IS MY PEEING THAT INTERESTING TO YOU THAT YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME DO IT?!”

Some more shuffling could be heard from behind the door, followed by a flush of the toilet.

BANKS: ”You just wait until I get out there and…”

A loud banging noise came from behind the stall door.

BANKS: ”Ouch! What the fuck! I just hit my funny bone off the stall because of you…whoever you are! I’m not coming out there until you tell me your name! I have stalkers and I’m not in the mood to deal with them right now!”

A chuckle as Felicity’s yells has Jason Cashe feeling very entertained. He tapped on the door a few times and laughs again as she moves around inside the stall. Finally he made it clear who was there.

CASHE: “Heyyo! It’s me Felicity, you know the 4CW Champion? I decided to come see you since you’re the first Qualifier. Figure we could “bond” some.”

He laughed again, it fills the bathroom with a ringing echo that is sure to annoy mostly anyone. Stepping back, Cashe leaned up against the faucets behind him and waited for Felicity to respond and/or come out from the stall. Not even a second after Cashe backed up, Felicity ripped the stall door open, a scowl plastered on her face.

BANKS: ”What are you doing here? This is the ladies room, and I’m prettttttty sure you’re not one of those. Could be wrong, could not be. Guess we’ll never know.”

She ripped the stall door closed and moved over toward the sinks, standing almost directly next to Cashe.

BANKS: ”You know, I was going to introduce myself later on in the show. I know we’ve had some interactions on Twitter and I’ve mentioned your name a couple times here and there, but we never actually met. Strange how that works.”

Felicity looked in the mirror and turned on the faucet, making sure to wash her hands after she handled her ‘business’.

BANKS: ”But here you are…in the ladies room. Listening to me pee.”

She chuckled to herself, finding a bit of amusement in Cashe’s antics.

BANKS: ”That might be a first. No, it’s definitely a first. I could get all mad and bent out of shape and run out of here screaming PERVERT down the hallways, but I don’t think you’re in here trying to start a ruckus, are you? Because as you can see…”

She finished up washing her hands and looked over at Cashe, flicking away the water that was on her hands.

BANKS: ”I’m definitely not dressed to fight. That and taking my lip ring out is a pain in the ass.”

You could sense that Felicity was a bit paranoid. The ‘don’t trust anyone’ motto she lived by was in full force, even when she was around someone who did no wrong to her like Jason Cashe.

BANKS: ”Can we save that for Ante Up? I kinda have a shot for that 4CW Championship of yours and I don’t really feel like wasting energy when it isn’t necessary.”

CASHE: “Oh no doubt, it isn’t my intention to catch you in the bathroom. That’s Hopkins tactics, I come more direct but I am kind of a pervert in all truth!”

They both shared a snickered laugh. Knowing he had an awkward way of doing things in the past.

CASHE: “I mean don’t get me wrong…You Fine! We share a love for the ladies, I just figure we might have some shit in common. I don’t need to have hate with everyone even if this business pushes for that. Ain’t no real allies in here but at least we can be at peace in times like these. Tonight we find out who joins us, who becomes an Ironman Qualifier. Not too many like us and I wanted to see the chick who made Brennan realize he wasn’t leaving his rightful place as Ramona’s Gopher…I like what I see!”

Giving her an up and down look, he likes what he sees. She was tough, fine as fuck and had a good head on her shoulders. She was as close to the perfect female but she was off the market, at least for a guy like Cashe and he knew that.

BANKS: ”Sooooooo, when I win the match at Ante Up you won’t hold a grudge against me? I know how snappy a person could get once they lose their championship. Shit, I snapped out when I lost the ‘it doesn’t matter here’ championship.”

She smirked, turning her head to wave at the camera before she spoke back to Cashe.

BANKS: ”And I ended up putting the girl in the hospital!”

Felicity looked up at the ceiling, a confused look on her face.

BANKS: ”But I’ve grown since then. Not really in bitch mode 24/7 anymore. Truth be told I changed a lot over the last few months, but people tell me that comes with the territory. I just wanna make sure you won’t harbor any ill-will towards me when I turn that Iron Man match name into the Iron Woman match, and beat you for that championship that you carry around so proudly.”

She ran her fingers through her hair, looking around for the 4CW Championship with Cashe.

BANKS: ”Well…that you usually carry around so proudly.”

She continued her search, but no title. Felicity simply shrugged after her words, but she wasn’t finished yet.

BANKS: ”I’m no fool, Jason. I know what you’ve done for this company, and I know you’re more than capable in the ring. I’ve said it time and time again. You are the standard bearer of 4CW…but now? Now I want that spot.”

She took a few a steps backwards, keeping a safe distance from Cashe just in case.

BANKS: ”Before South Beach Brawl I said that I was the new standard around here next to you, and the only way for me to prove that claim is by making that 4CW Championship mine. You’re right, though. There isn’t much of a point for you and I to have any beef toward one another. There’s already enough people who give the both of us shit in this company, and it’s all because they know in their heart of hearts that they’re not on our level. This is simply a business about winning, losing, and championship gold, and you carry the prize that everyone in this company wants.”

She took another few steps back, but they were only small ones.

BANKS: ”But I respect you, Jason. I respect every single thing you’ve done for 4CW. You and Perry are pretty much the main reasons why 4CW is still here. Perry supplies the money, you supply the workhorse mentality and you give the people someone to root for or against. But just because I respect you…that doesn’t mean I’m scared to take your title away..”

Letting out a sigh, Felicity reversed her steps and walked back toward Cashe.

BANKS: ”I’m not some ten year veteran who has seen and done it all, but I’ve been around this business long enough to know that respect is pretty much a lost concept amongst wrestlers these days. Hopefully you and I could keep this mutual respect thing up no matter what the outcome is at Ante Up because I have this feeling that tells me you and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other following Ante Up. I win that match, you automatically have a rematch clause. I lose the match, and I keep knocking on your door until I make that 4CW Championship mine.”

Felicity looks away, and stares at herself in the mirror before blowing some of her hair away from her eyes.

BANKS: ”Respect, right?”

She looked back over at Cashe and extended her arm out for a handshake.

BANKS: “Please don’t spit in your hand if you decide to shake mine. I’m sorta kinda germaphobic.”

After hearing Banks go on for a bit, he didn’t at all mind. Watching her lips move was kind of hot. Usually he’d take the challenger as more of a threat but this wasn’t the time to feel threatened. Neither of them were sure who would be joining them in the match at Ante Up and until then he wasn’t thinking about who could or couldn’t defeat him and take his belt. Wiping his hand on the front of his shirt, he grabs her extended hand and shakes it firmly. The two lock eyes in a long stare.

CASHE: “Appreciate all that was said but you aren’t the first to make claims at taking something from me and won’t be the last. Respect is mutual though, I’ve been more than entertained by the things you’ve done in the ring so far. Folks is on notice and Felicity Banks is rising faster than dough in the oven.”

Releasing her hand, he rubbed his face with his hand. Doing it to both smell her scent but be secretive about it. Glancing over into a mirror against the wall, Cashe ran his fingers through his beard some before turning back to Banks and giving her one of his ‘Toothless & Charismatic’ smiles.

CASHE: “If you can beat me, take what has been mine since the start of this promotion then I will respect you even more. My guarantee though? If the Title is taken from me again then I will step back from it. I’m on that mindset that NOBODY can take it from me now, so if that happens, I won’t be a thorn in anyone’s side trying to get it back. That’s how sure I am of keeping it. To take this from me, you, anyone else will need to not only put me down but make sure I can’t get up. Are you that person? I guess we’ll see won’t we? Until then I’m gonna kick my feet up and see who is next to make the shortlist of those worthy of stepping in the ring to compete it one of the most thrilling matches the sport of Professional Wrestling will see. This is pure, this is Wrestling and the 4CW Championship is MINE to lose…I welcome the challenge.”

His smile turned a little more serious and a little less happy and playful as it usually is. He began to feel the rush of excitement for the challenge in his blood. Felicity seemed to be ready for the challenge and able to step up and deliver. You could sense that there was a lot Felicity wanted to say, specifically about Cashe pulling himself out of the title picture if he were to lose the 4CW Championship, but Felicity decided against it and gave Cashe a simple nod of the head.

BANKS: ”Good. Very good.”

With that, Felicity took a few steps back and shot Cashe a wink before she turned around and exited the ladies room. Cashe stood back and watched her leave until the cameras cut back to ringside.

Cutting back to ringside, a choir sing hymns of heroes and villains over the speakers. Rancid mouths taint the air with the stench of fried meat while Preacher Mike Powers cradles his microphone at the top of the entrance stage. He clears his throat, rallying miasma for events unfolding.

POWERS: ”Our next contest–“

His microphone dies. Darkness consumes the arena and a collective gasp intensifies the reek.

JOHNSON: ”Uh oh, looks like Mr. Wallace forgot to pay the electricity bill.”

VASSA: ”That or something’s about to go down and I don’t mean your mother.”

Static crackles through the sound system and the fans scream. A rainstorm hammers down. From the speakers, God’s voice punctures the black.

“REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!”

‘Faith’ echoes again and again. Lights come back but the audience wishes it didn’t.

JOHNSON: ”What the–“

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh my God!”

VASSA: ”What the hell is going on in here?!”

The home of a massacre, blood coats every inch of Adrenaline’s ring. Aprons and ring steps form waterfalls while a petrified ref stands in the middle, soaked see-through.

VASSA: ”Did somebody cancel a senior prom for us to be here? This is some Carrie Stephen King nonsense.”

JOHNSON: ”Uhh, I got no idea Vin but I’m being told we’re cutting away for a moment while we get this mess cleaned up. I have no idea what just happened.

The cameras cut backstage, safe and sound, but before the sheep can have their grass that same voice calls again.

“FAITH!!! FAITH!!! FAITH!!! FAITH!!! FAITH!!!

FAITH!!! FAITH!!! FAITH!!!

FAITH!!!

FAI-“

Cameras go backstage yet again, but this time, Lord Raab’s sitting on the floor alone, hitting his right fist on his left hand, thinking nothing, but fighting in tonight’s main event as he’s been wanting to get his hands on Jason Cashe for a very long time. He had another guy to deal with as well. He rocks backwards and forwards, still hitting his hand with his fist, along with kicking on some metal bins just to get himself in the mood for fighting.

Suddenly, the cameras go pitch black just for a while with it not even bothering Raab, until the lights come back on to see a dead pig’s head right behind Raab and he didn’t notice, until a shadow looking like Dakota Smith appeared and when he turns round, there’s nobody there apart from looking at the pig’s head as he gets angry and stands up to stomp all over it while screaming.

RAAB: ”Dakota you son of a bitch, I’m gonna fucking hurt you whether you like it or not. I’ll find your ass and beat you until you’re kicked around like a stone, being left to bleed in pieces.”

Raab goes stomping off backstage with anger as the cameras cut back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
”YOUNG” MANNIE ROMERO VS. JAIR HOPKINS

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the sound system, building anticipation.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Commonwealth of Virginia, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. Accompanied to the ring by Jacinta Perez, he is “The Main Attraction”, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

Mannie and Jacinta emerge to a wave of cheers. Jacinta takes her sweet time by switching her body around seductively, meanwhile though we can see Mannie levitating in an “Magneto like Manner” using a Hoverboard. Next the stage lights die down, as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark sweatsuit, begins to soak in the admiration. Yet right before he reaches the ring; A custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. So that’s when Mannie pauses to get off on the Hoverboard as he then strides up the steps, meanwhile the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Afterwards Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, awaiting for the start of the match.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago we watched as Mannie gave the 4CW Champion a run for his money.”

VASSA: ”It was a good match between the two. I didn’t expect Mannie to give Cashe the fight we saw but I enjoyed every minute of it.”

JOHNSON: ”He has another tough one on his hands tonight as he’ll be facing off against the former 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins!”

VASSA: ”If Mannie brings the same intensity to the ring tonight as he did two weeks ago then this is primed to be one hell of a match.”

JOHNSON: ”Rumor in the back is that Mr. Wallace has been booking Mannie in these tough matches for him to prove that he’s back with his head in the game.”

VASSA: ”Wallace can be an asshole, that’s no secret. If that is true, I hope Mannie shuts him up and wows us all!”

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.

VASSA: ”And there he is, the challenge for tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Hopkins is coming off a tough loss two weeks ago against Ramona Epps. That was a close one but in the end he just didn’t capitalize.”

VASSA: ”Shit happens, all we can do is move forward to the next challenge. A win tonight will put Jair back on track.”

JOHNSON: ”These two are no stranger to each other so I’m interested to see how this match unfolds.”

VASSA: ”It’s going to be a good one. It could very well steal the damn show!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right about that. Let’s quit talking about it and get right down to business.”

Walking to the center of the ring, the ref checks with each corner before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell silences, both men pop out of their corners and approach the center of the ring. With both men showing excitement, they begin to circle each other. Making the first move, Hopkins lunges forward to lock up but as he draws near, Mannie catches him off guard with a European uppercut, knocking him back a couple of steps. Before Hopkins can shake it off, Mannie then shoots in for a single leg takedown, pulling him down to the mat. Climbing on top of him, Mannie then unloads with a combination of elbow strikes to the head. After landing a few, he then switches things up and plants a stiff knee into the side of Hopkins ribs.

Pushing himself up, Mannie stands over Hopkins dominantly. He then stomps on Hopkins legs a few times before grabbing his ankle and lifting his foot into the air. With the knee elevated, Mannie then drops to the mat, planting his elbow into it and crushing it into the canvas. Climbing back on top of Hopkins, Mannie holds his arms down and then lunges his head forward, connecting with a brutal headbutt. After stunning Hopkins, Mannie stands to his feet and takes a few steps back before looking over the theater and soaking in the moment. He then runs to the ropes behind him, hits them hard and comes back full speed, dropping a quick elbow across Hopkins chest.

Popping back to his feet, Mannie then grabs Hopkins by the shoulder and pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, Mannie then throws him to the corner across the ring. As Hopkins slams against the corner, Mannie is right there running in with a clothesline. Just before contact, Hopkins spins out of the corner and barely avoids the attack as Mannie crashes into the corner. Before Mannie can get turned around, Hopkins grabs him by the back of the head and slams it forward into the top of the turnbuckle. With Mannie in a daze, Hopkins then turns him around and unloads with a series of backhand chops to the chest, cutting through the sounds of the crowd as each hand slaps his flesh.

VASSA: ”And just like that, Hopkins has turned it around!”

JOHNSON: ”Mannie started off strong but he just wasn’t quick enough with that clothesline attempt.”

VASSA: ”Hopkins is doing a number on his chest though!”

JOHNSON: ”The sound of those chops hurts me just hea–“

VASSA: ”Watch out now!”

Going for another chop, Hopkins gets stopped as Mannie grabs onto his forearm with both hands. After struggling to pull away for a brief moment, Hopkins opens himself up to receiving an elbow to the chops. Mannie then kicks him in the stomach and after forcing him to lunge over, he lifts him up and throws him to the mat with a scoop slam. Not giving Hopkins a chance to get up, Mannie moves in and stomps him while he’s down. After wearing him down for a moment, Mannie then pulls him up to his feet once more. He then wraps his arm around Hopkins head and pulls it down by his waist, applying a side headlock. Dragging Hopkins to the center of the ring, Mannie keeps the headlock in tact and continues cranking down on the pressure.

After a few moments pass, Mannie keeps at it, trying to crush Hopkins head. Suddenly, Hopkins swings his arm around and connects with a punch to the stomach. Ignoring the punch, Mannie keeps the headlock applied. Hopkins then swings with another punch and hits him in the stomach again, this time a little harder than before. Mannie lets up on the headlock for a moment as the punch takes his breath away. Growing frustrated, Mannie flexes his arm even more and applies more pressure but by then it’s too late. Hopkins wraps both arms around his waist and lifts him up from his feet and plants him into the canvas with a suplex.

Rolling their separate ways, both roll over to their stomachs. They then begin to push themselves up at the same time. Making it to his feet first, Hopkins slams his forearm down across Mannie’s back, knocking him down to one knee. Mannie then goes to stand back up but before he can, Hopkins throws another forearm across his back, this time knocking him down to both knees. Hopkins then grabs the back of his head with one hand and draws back with the other. Swinging down with power, Hopkins lays a hard right across the top of Mannie’s head. He then draws back again and lands another and another. Grabbing Mannie by the shoulder, Hopkins stands him up and then lifts him up in a fireman’s carry and then falls back, driving him into the canvas with a Samoan drop.

VASSA: ”OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That Samoan drop should slow Mannie down some. He’s been hard at it though since the sound of the bell.”

VASSA: ”Hopkins has had hardly any offense so far. We’ve watched as Mannie has controlled the show for the most part. I like it. I’m glad to see this side of Mannie.”

JOHNSON: ”I knew this match was going to be a tough one and Mannie is proving that there’s plenty of fight in him.”

VASSA: ”Hopkins has been in a funk ever since South Beach Brawl. He’s frustrated and trying to get back on track. This is the opportune time for Mannie to take advantage. He just has to bounce back from that move.”

Up to his feet, Hopkins makes his way towards Mannie who is still down on his back. Turning his back to Mannie, Hopkins then does a back flip and twists, landing on top of Mannie with corkscrew moonsault. He then hooks the leg as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Not wasting any time, Hopkins quickly gets up. With Mannie at his feet, he then jumps straight into the air and comes down with an elbow drop across the chest. Rolling over to his knees, Hopkins then pulls Mannie up to a seated position and moves in behind him. Wrapping his arm around Mannie’s throat, Hopkins locks in a sleeper old and squeezes with every ounce of energy in his body. Mannie goes into a quick struggle, fighting to break free. Grabbing Hopkins forearm with both hands, he tries to rip his arm away from his throat and break the hold but comes up short as Hopkins cranks down and holds him in closely for leverage.

After a few minutes pass and Mannie continues to fight and try to break free, he begins to slow down as Hopkins chokes the life out of him. Wearing him down, Hopkins keeps at it, not letting up with the move secure. Dropping both of his arms by his side, Mannie appears to be out of it. The ref then comes in and checks on him while Hopkins keeps the move in place. Grabbing Mannie’s hand, the ref raises it up into the air and then lets go as it falls back to the mat.

VASSA: ”This might be it, Steve! Mannie looks like he’s out of it.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll see what happens. He has two more chances to keep his arm up before the ref will call for the bell.”

The ref then raises Mannie’s hand into the air for the second time and holds it up for a moment. He then releases it and watches as it falls back down and hits the mat.

VASSA: ”That’s two! Come on Mannie, wake up!”

JOHNSON: ”He has one more chance to if he’s going to stay in this match. If he can’t, then that’s a wrap.”

VASSA: ”Here goes!”

Grabbing Mannie’s hand again, the ref slowly raises it into the air for the third and final time. After holding it up for a moment, he releases as it falls to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”NNOOO!!!”

VASSA: ”I can’t believe it!”

JOHNSON: ”We still have a match on our hands because Mannie is refusing to go out!”

Shooting his hand back into the air, Mannie awakens only to surprise Hopkins. Clinching his fist, Mannie begins to shake his hand in the air above his head while planting his other hand into the mat. Pushing himself up, Mannie slowly stands to his feet with Hopkins on his back and the sleeper hold still in tact. Once to his feet, Mannie jabs his elbow backwards and hits Hopkins in the stomach. Not letting go, Hopkins keeps squeezing his arm across Mannie’s throat. Mannie then jabs his elbow back again and hits Hopkins in the stomach, this time breaking the sleeper hold. Quickly turning around, Mannie grabs Hopkins by the wrist and throws him to the ropes behind him. After hitting them and coming back, Mannie spins and connects with an elbow to Hopkins jaw, knocking him off of his feet and to his back.

VASSA: ”HERE WE GO!!!”

JOHNSON: ”The momentum has shifted again and this time it’s in Mannie’s favor.”

Mannie quickly goes on the attack with kicks to Hopkins chest and ribs. After stomping a mud hole in him, Mannie then stands straight up, looks over to his hand as he clinches into a ball. He then falls forward in a slow motion and comes down across the top of Hopkins head with a delayed fist drop. Pushing himself up, Mannie then rolls backwards and once with his head on the bottom, he lifts himself up with his arms and flips over to his feet. With the crowd growing energetic, Mannie struts around the ring for a few moments, living in the moment. He then turns his attention back to Hopkins and pulls him up from the mat.

After standing him up, Mannie lands a quick combination of palm strikes and kicks. He then turns to the ropes behind him and bounces back with a lot of speed. Before getting to Hopkins, Mannie does a hand spring and after vaulting himself into the air, he quickly turns his body and lands on Hopkins shoulders with a leg on each side of his head. Falling back, Mannie throws Hopkins across the ring with a Frankensteiner. Rolling to his back, Mannie then spins his body with a break dancing move before popping back up to his feet. With Hopkins slow to get back to his feet, Mannie makes his way over, waiting for the opportune time to strike. Finally getting up, Hopkins pulls himself up with help from the ropes but leaves his back turned to Mannie.

Seeing the opportunity, Mannie quickly moves in and jumps into the air towards Hopkins. Wrapping his arm around his head, Mannie then falls back, bringing Hopkins along for the ride and hitting him with a jumping reverse bulldog.

JOHNSON: ”The Fatal Attraction!”

VASSA: ”Mannie got him! Mannie’s done it!”

Without hesitation, Mannie quickly crawls on top of Hopkins for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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VASSA: ”NNOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This is unbelievable!”

Just before his hand slaps the canvas for the three count, the ref notices Hopkins foot resting on top of the bottom rope. As his eyes widen, Mannie raises his head in disbelief after coming so close to ending the match. Shaking his head in displeasure, he pushes himself up and slowly stands to his feet. Pacing around the ring for a moment, Mannie talks to himself as the frustration shows. He then turns back to Hopkins and runs back over to him. Grabbing his arm, he drags him away from the ropes and then covers for the pin again. Dropping in quickly, the ref goes for the count…

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”He was so close to putting Jair away.”

VASSA: ”You got to give the man credit for going for that second pin. Who knows, he could have put him away even after the first try.”

JOHNSON: ”He doesn’t look to happy but if he’s going to win this, he needs to move forward and get back to it.”

Standing back up, Mannie pulls Hopkins to his feet. Holding him in place with one hand, Mannie unloads with a power punch from the other. After connecting with a hard right to the jaw, Mannie fires with another and another. He then grabs Hopkins by the wrist and goes to throw him to the corner across the ring. Before he can release, Hopkins counters and turns around, sending Mannie to the corner instead. Staying back, Hopkins looks on as Mannie crashes into the corner and as he does, he then takes off from stand still and runs towards him. After gaining some speed, Hopkins leaps into the air and flies towards Mannie, hitting him with a body splash in the corner. As Hopkins comes back to his feet, he steps out of the way as Mannie stumbles out of the corner. Still on his feet, Mannie wobbles back and forth like a drunkard and before he can go down, Hopkins quickly moves in behind him and drops him to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker.

VASSA: ”There goes Mannie’s chance!”

JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t say that, Vinny. This match has been back and forth and more so in the favor of Mannie shifting the momentum.”

VASSA: ”He had Hopkins right there! All he had to do was finish him off.”

JOHNSON: ”What’s Hopkins doing?!”

Back to his feet, Hopkins runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. Once at the top, he slowly turns around to face Mannie in the ring who is slowly starting to come up. Before the opportunity slips away, Hopkins then leaps into the air forward with a backflip going for a shooting star. As he comes back around, Mannie quickly pops up to his feet. Catching a glimpse as his head comes back to face Mannie, Hopkins keeps the revolution turning past where he would land the move. Wrapping his arm around Mannie’s head, Hopkins continues to flip back, pulling Mannie’s head and driving it into the mat with a DDT.

JOHNSON: ”HAIL MARY!!!”

VASSA: ”That was amazing!”

JOHNSON: ”Talk about being quick on your feet. Hopkins is quick in the air as well as he changed his move in mid air to adjust to Mannie getting up.”

Rolling Mannie over to his back, Hopkins lays across him for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”This one is in the books!”

JOHNSON: ”Talk about an exciting match, this one could very well be the match of the night.”

“Fate” hits the speakers as Hopkins slowly climbs to his feet. The ref then stands beside him and raises Hopkins arm in the air as the crowd ignites with cheers.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

VASSA: ”I couldn’t have asked for a more entertaining match. Hopkins bounces back with the much needed win here tonight and Mannie, even though he came up short, he can leave tonight with his head held high.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no reason for Mannie to get down on himself after this great match up tonight. He put it all on the line, they both did.”

VASSA: ”There’s a mutual respect between these two men and they pushed each other to the limits. I’m a little upset that Mannie couldn’t pull it off but with the way he’s been over the last two weeks, he’s proving that he isn’t a push over that some believe he is.”

JOHNSON: ”He just has to keep moving forward and carry on from what he did here tonight and two weeks ago. Some people may disagree but I think Mannie is about to rebound and take 4CW by storm.”

VASSA: ”We’ve seen him at his absolute lowest point a while back and from that, he’s shaken it off and proven that he isn’t done just yet.”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage for a brief moment folks. We’ll be right back.”

The cameras turn backstage, the scene opens up for once not in a hall or locker room, but in what quickly becomes apparent as the Catering area. Several backstage employees and the odd wrestler are seen, though the cameras turn to focus on 4CW Pride Champion Aidan Carlisle. With a paper coffee cup in one hand Aidan grabs a few of the offered crab cakes and sets them on the rather fancy little paper plate the crew is using alongside what appear to be some mini quiches she had already collected. Naturally, the treasured title belt is over one shoulder.

She looks up, spotting the cameras. Though a brief moment flashes across her features where it is obvious she is a little exasperated that the interviewer always seems to manage to find her no matter where she is backstage she quickly puts on her trademark smile.

HARTMAN: “Sorry to bother you Miss Carlisle…”

AIDAN: “It’s just Aidan, remember?”

HARTMAN: “Yes, sorry, Aidan. If I may ask, after seeing part of the show so far, have you made any decisions about who might be in the next contender match for the Gauntlet at Ante Up?”

AIDAN: “Well I’m certainly not going to make any decisions without seeing the entire show, Gabriel. Even if I had started deciding, however, I’m afraid I wouldn’t tell you. That would ruin the surprise! You’re going to have to find out along with everyone else when the card for next Adrenaline comes out.”

HARTMAN: “Can you at least tell me if anyone has caught your eye? Seamus O’Connor and Brennan Devlin were both impressive in their victories so far.”

AIDAN: “They certainly were, but that doesn’t mean either of them will be among my choices. It doesn’t mean that they won’t, either.”

HARTMAN: “Not even a tiny hint? Nothing at all? The fans are dying to know! Can’t you give them anything? Call it charity.”

Aidan laughs at the comment and shakes her head a bit at the interviewer’s persistence.

AIDAN: “I really, honestly haven’t made any concrete decisions yet, Hartman. There are still several more matches to go and I’m not going to discount anyone before I see what kind of a showing they make here tonight.”

HARTMAN: “What about the inverse, then; are there any names that you have taken out of the pool of possibilities?”

Relenting, Aidan nodded. She juggled her plate and cup in one hand momentarily so she could adjust the Pride Championship on her shoulder.

AIDAN: “There are a few, yes. I decided from the start that I wanted to choose from those who have put in some time here in 4CW. There are a number of new additions to the roster that have displayed a lot of talent so far, but they just haven’t been around enough to put in the work. I don’t believe that people should be handed things like title shots the moment they walk in the door.

“A lot of people in 4CW have been busting their asses for a very long time. If they’ve been putting in that work and make an impressive showing tonight, I think they are more deserving of the chance than some of those who just strolled in. I know that plenty of the new folks have wrestled elsewhere, but I’m focusing on what has been done in Four Corners, because this is where we are and this is what matters.”

HARTMAN: “Has anyone tried demanding a spot in the contender matches or even threatening for one?”

AIDAN: “I think that RPG thinks he has, but no. His ‘big’ talk had nothing to do with my decision. If anyone thinks that they can try to push their way in to one of the matches, they’re just going to get a laugh in the face. I won’t be intimidated and no one who I don’t think deserves it or won’t make a spectacular competitor is going to make it in.”

HARTMAN: “Speaking of RPG, you’ll be doing guest commentary on his match against Connor Gates tonight—”

AIDAN: “I sure am, Gabe, and I actually need to go get ready for that. I appreciate you coming to talk with me, as always. Save those burning questions up for the next round.”

With another dazzling smile Aidan slips past Gabriel Hartman and the cameras to return to her locker room.

UNDERCARD
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. JASON CASHE

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.

VASSA: “This will be interesting Johnson, these two have been friends, turned into rivals and became friends again. Now they’ll fight once more!”

JOHNSON: “Cashe tried reaching out a few months back but Shane wanted to be his own man, find his own path. Let’s see if that path has been paved, imagine the upset if Shane beats the Champion here tonight!”

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. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps the 4CW Title a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.

“Coming from that H-Town

Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)

Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)

Keep a little bit of

That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)

I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)

Got Platinum round my neck so

Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I got TITLES sittin around my waist and

Dog I’m Cashin’ Out

LEGEND

I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck

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

LEGEND

Rolling with a broad named Sheeba

Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is the 4CW Champion and “The Choice of Influence”, The “TROUBLED” JASON CAASSHHEE!!!”

As his introduction is over, the flow of Krayzie Bone begins and the smoke begins to pour out from the stage around him. He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan, hurries to remove his championship and roars out to the crowd ferociously. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. At ringside, he leaps up at the side of the steel stairs, grabbing the ring post, lays the championship over the turnbuckle and walks alongside the ring apron outside the ropes.

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

”RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! LET’S GO!!”

Removing his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant he hands that and his Championship both over to the Referee. He then drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.

JOHNSON: “These two are eyes locked, fists loaded and ready to hit the front lines! Ring the bell!”

DING!!! DING!!!

On call the sound of the bell echos and Cashe leaps forward, stepping into a looping overhead right. Shane leans to move but it catches him to the cheek bone. He stumbles back but bounces off his back foot, roaring forward with a returning punch that pounds into Cashe’s thick bearded jaw. Shoving at “The Bad Boy”, Cashe ducks and charges putting his shoulder into Shane Borderland’s mid section. Shane comes down hard with a double axe into the Champ’s back. Again he rises his doubled fists up and drives it down right onto Cashe’s spine.

Dropping to a knee, Cashe felt the shock from the spine being pounded throughout his body. Shane wraps his arms around Cashe and pulls him back to his feet. He lifts Cashe up in what looks like a Piledriver but Cashe wiggles his legs and drops back on his feet before pulling away and slapping Shane across the face hard. The fans gasp with the slap as Shane stares at Cashe with a new flare of rage in his eyes.

VASSA: “I think Cashe just opened the WRONG can of worms!”

JOHNSON: “That’s one way to put it, Shane looks pissed!!”

Backing away, Cashe holds his hands up trying to stop the progression of Shane Borderland. When that doesn’t work, Cashe extends a hand, offering peace but that too falls short on Shane Borderland as he cocks back and blasts Cashe to the mouth. Rushing Cashe as he stumbles back, Shane backs him up against the ropes behind him before pulling him from the ropes and whipping him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Hitting the ropes hard, Cashe springs from them and as he comes back to Shane, “The Bad Boy” executes a perfectly placed Dropkick to Cashe’s chest that puts him to the canvas.

Up to his feet quickly, Shane readies himself as Cashe staggers and rises back to his feet. Shane grapples with Cashe but Cashe drives a knee into Shane’s gut and takes control of the grapple. He puts Shane in a side headlock and gives him a noogie. Shane shoves Cashe forward, breaking the headlock as Cashe turns to face him, Shane leaps and drops Cashe with a Clothesline.

JOHNSON: “Shane is taking it to the Champion! He seems to have found the missing pieces, this could be the start of the “Bad Boy” Era if he can pick up the victory here.”

With a handful of Cashe’s wildly grown hair, Borderland pulls his former partner up to his feet. Quickly Shane pulls Cashe in and looks to setup his “Infusion” Swinging Inverted Snapmare Driver but as he spins, Cashe rolls with the flow but breaks free of the move and catches Shane with a thrusting uppercut that stuns him as he stumbles back in a caught daze. The ropes behind Shane keep him from falling but Jason Cashe rushes forward and plows Shane Borderland with a Clothesline that sends both men pouring over the ropes and to the ringside floor. The crowd roars with the change of setting as the referee gets ready to start the count.

VASSA: “Oh what a clothesline by the Champ! They both took a dump to the outside but Cashe seems to be in control now.”

JOHNSON: “Cashe is up and he looks hyped up like he’s been injected with Adrenaline! Hashtag, Word Play!”

VASSA: “Shameful…I apologize to those watching at Home..”

”RRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!”

The crowd roars to follow up the 4CW Champion as he gets up on the ring apron and walks along it, putting distance between him and the downed Shane Borderland. Turning around, Cashe looks over at Shane who is on his back. Cashe runs along the apron and leaps off, looking for a big elbow drop but Shane moves and Cashe pounds hard into the ringside floor.

JOHNSON: “Ohhh that hurt, he crashed HARD! Borderland had that scouted!”

Shane reaches up and uses the guard railing to bring himself up to a squatted stand as Jason Cashe holding his elbow crawls over to the corner. He climbs up the steel stairs and pushes up off them to stand but as he turns back towards Shane, Borderland is coming at him hot and fast. Shane launches himself looking for a devastating Spear but Cashe leapfrogs him and Shane explodes into the side of the stairs. Cashe hits the floor and looks back with wide eyes knowing he barely missed that. The referee reaches the count of 6 as both men are once again on the floor near each other.

As the referee reaches 8 on the count, both men get to their feet and swing for the fences at the same time and connect. Standing stumbled, they swing again and connect yet another time. Ducking a wild hook from Borderland, Cashe skids behind Shane and as Shane twists around quick in reaction, Jason Cashe cocks and connects with a well placed Side Kick, almost a Superkick but sloppy. Both hit the ground and the referee hesitates but hits the 10 count and calls for the bell.

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

POWERS: “As results of a Double Count Out, this match is ruled a No Contest.”

VASSA: “Awww we were having fun! These two came in and were fighting from the start!”

JOHNSON: “This wasn’t a Wrestling Competition, it was a fight and…And it seems they aren’t finished!!”

On one knee, Shane blasts Cashe to the face as the Champion gets up. Both men stand tall and again begin to trade big shots. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, they trade hailmary like Haymakers! The crowd ohhing and awwing with each attack and then they rise in cheer as cameras pick up Big Heavy coming out from the back.

JOHNSON: “Here comes the big man! He has ties to both these men and has made it clear he didn’t want them fighting!”

VASSA: “Is that cans of Spray Cheese in his hands? Oh man…I love that shit!”

Bleeding from his bottom lip, Jason Cashe spots Big Heavy stomping down the aisle way and blocks an incoming shot from Shane, countering with a heavy handed uppercut. Going to tackle Shane, Cashe is caught, lifted and slammed with a Belly To Belly by Shane Borderland. The two begin cat fighting, rolling around brawling on the floor and Big Heavy steps up to get involved. He yanks Shane off Cashe by the waistline of his tights.

Cashe scurries to get up and the big man stands between the two former partners. Shane tries pushing past Big but the big man shoves him back. Big Heavy turns to Cashe and shoves a can of spray cheese into his chest. He turns back to Shane and does the same. Now all three have a can of cheese spray in their possession. Cashe looks confused as he holds the can and looks up at Big Heavy. Shane shakes his head no, knowing what is being asked of him.

VASSA: “That big dummy is preventing them from fighting! Someone get this short bus fool out of here!!”

JOHNSON: “He loves these two men, they’ve taken care of him over the years. He wants his family back together…”

VASSA: “This isn’t All My Children or Days of Our Lives! This is Professional Wrestling!! Keep that drama out from ringside damnit! FIGHT!!”

Arguing with Shane, Big Heavy pleads with his friends as Jason Cashe squirts a mouthful of cheese into his mouth. Shrugging his shoulders, Cashe pats Big Heavy on the back and steps past him and heads to the back. Shane and Big Heavy are left still arguing some over it but soon follow up the ramp discussing things further as they disappear backstage.

The cameras are positioned out at ringside as the gorilla curtains are separated and out from behind them steps none other than the best manager in the world today, Mark Robertson. Wearing a very expensive Armani suit, Robertson stands on the stage with a microphone already in hand as much to his surprise, he is not being booed out of the arena. Looking out at all of the fans, Robertson brings the microphone up to his lips and begins to speak to this capacity crowd.

ROBERTSON: “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mark Robertson and what I want you to do right now is rise to your feet and give a standing ovation to a man who has put your company on the map and that man is none other than Drew Stevenson!”

Clapping for his best friend in the whole world, all of these fans begin to deafen the theater in a massive sea of boos as they do not agree with what Robertson said at all. Motioning with his left hand, the public address sound system blares to life playing “I’m the Man” by Aloe Blacc as the man, the myth and the legend himself — Drew Stevenson walks out from behind the curtains with his arms stretched out and a huge smile stretched along his handsomely chiseled face. Standing on the stage right next to Robertson, Stevenson, who also wears a very expensive Armani suit shakes Robertson’s hand and then begins to speak into the microphone that Robertson holds up to his lips.

STEVENSON: “Well isn’t this just the biggest form of irony. About six months ago, I remember having a meeting with Mr. Wallace about coming to work for the 4CW but I was asked kindly to stay away because there were people in this company who would not be happy to see me. Well, here I am, live and in living color!”

Smirking very arrogantly, he has his arms stretched out to embrace the fact that he is in fact in a 4CW theater when nobody in this business wanted him to be.

STEVENSON: “So to every single person in the back who doesn’t like the fact that I am here? What I want you to do right now is take a good long look into the mirror, cherish absolutely everything that you have and if you’re a champion? Just know that you are in arms reach from me TAKING that very title away from you whenever I see fit.”

Pausing momentarily, Stevenson rubs his chin and looks around the theater at all of these fans.

STEVENSON: “Now, I’m not going to stand here and preach to all of you about where I came from or any of that because quite frankly; every single person sitting in the seats tonight knows exactly who I am and exactly what I’m capable of. You see, when Mr. Wallace came to me once again about coming to work for the 4CW? I was thrilled, I was like a kid at Christmas because I never forgot all of the people in this company who tried to wield their plastic little sand shovels and pretend that I meant nothing to this business. You see, the very moment that I signed my name upon the dotted line to compete here? *I* became public enemy number one!”

Pointing at himself with his thumb, his voice begins to raise, almost to a yelling manner.

STEVENSON: “Oh yeah, so for everybody in the back who used to think that they were bathing in the heat? Trust me, the only thing that you were doing was getting ready for the storm that I was bringing to this company. For every single one of you who used to get on your knees and embrace the fact that all of these people despised you? You are going to be very disappointed when you realize that they no longer despise you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Stevenson embraces every bit of the hate that he is getting right now.

STEVENSON: “Mr. Robertson here said it best, everything is about to change around here and even I said that on Twitter. When I told every single one of you that the mood was changing around here? I didn’t say it because I like to hear myself talk, no, I said it because it’s the gospel truth and now that public enemy number one stands right in the center of the 4CW? Whether you love me or you hate me, you have no choice but to deal with me.”

Still smiling, Robertson lowers the microphone as he and Stevenson look out at this massive capacity crowd. Looking at each other, they mouth something and then return their glance back to the fans who are really booing them after everything that Stevenson had to say.

Heading backstage we have Royce Griffin standing against a wall, already in his ring gear talking to what appears to be a fan that has made her way backstage. Royce seems to be chatting her up, really eyeing her up until the door opens up between them as the Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle walks out of the room. Having wrestled earlier she’s taken the time to get into regular clothes now, along with the title which immediately takes Royce’s attention.

RPG: ”Damn, wasn’t expecting to see you around here. You looking nice tonight.”

Aidan who attempts at first just to walk by instead is followed by Royce leaving the female fan behind, jaw dropped and confused. Aidan is about to give him the what for as Royce eyes up her belt but he beats her to the punch.

RPG: ”How about you join me later, see how you fit around me.”

By now Royce has made it very clear that he is talking to the belt rather than Aidan, staring at it the entire time finally causing her to stop now realizing he probably isn’t going to stop.

RPG: ”Anyways, you still planning to come watch the man who is going to take that from you up close?”

RPG smirks now down at her, the champion quick to fire back as she shifts the Title to her other shoulder.

AIDAN: ”I plan on watching all of the Gauntlet contender matches, you being in this one adds no extra appeal, believe me. But the more you posture, the sweeter it is going to be for me when you fall short, either tonight or when I beat you myself at Ante Up.”

Royce smirks and shakes his head, laughing as she moved the belt over. Aidan never one to shy away from a challenge these two both stubborn.

RPG: ”Trust me, I don’t care who else ends up in this damn thing. I’m your biggest threat ok? I am going to put Gates away REAL quick. And you can hear him beg for mercy, just like you will when the time comes.”

AIDAN: ”You know, there is this tiny little part of me that actually hopes you do win, just so I can be the one to shut you up.”

RPG: ”What part of you is that?”

Wordlessly, Aidan lifted a hand between them and extended her middle finger. Without another thought she turned on her heel and walked off down the hall, leaving him standing there grinning as the show continues.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH

MONSTER MASH VS. DAKOTA SMITH

“Marching Off to Bedlam” by Napoleon XIV hits the speakers as the crowd turns to booing. After a few moments pass, Dr. Formalda Hyde walks out onto the stage rolling a huge wooden animal crate in front of her.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Fort Smith, Arkansas, weighing in at four hundred thirty six pounds and standing six feet, seven inches tall, MONSTER MMAASSHH!!!”

Stopping at the edge of the ramp, Hyde unlocks the gate and pulls it open. Using a striped referee shirt on a stick, she holds it in front of the opening, using it as a lure. A few short moments pass before Monster Mash storms out from the inside and snatches it with one hand. He then begins to rip it to shreds as the intensity builds. With a mess at his feet, he then looks back into the crate and reaches inside, pulling out stop sign still attached to the pole. Turning to the ring, he then storms down the ramp. Once there, he tosses the stop sign over the top rope and into the ring. Reaching to the top rope, he then pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago we watched Murgatroid make his 4CW singles debut and tonight, we get to see the same from Monster Mash.”

VASSA: ”We missed him two weeks ago, although I’m sure the refs didn’t mind him not being around. I’m just glad these guys have started to wear black pull overs because for some reason, Monster Mash hates striped shirts. It’s crazy!”

JOHNSON: ”Considering who it is, crazy isn’t the word to explain it. This guy is a total nutcase who cannot be controlled. Whoever decided to let him out of the asylum needs to questioned and probably fired.”

VASSA: ”Damn, I hear you, throwing shade at people you don’t even know.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m just stating the obvious. This guy is clearly not sane and should be in an institution for his own safety.”

VASSA: ”Just lock them all away, that’s one way to look at it.”

JOHNSON: ”I didn’t mean it like–“

VASSA: ”Yes you did!”

“Dance With the Devil” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the theatre gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers. Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face and the 4CW Extreme Championship wrapped around his neck. He glares out over the theatre, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right. Dakota then begins his march down to the ring.

“I eat M.C’s because I dont like to waste,

love to hear em’ screaming and the way the blood taste, all over my face

new race of cannibal, hell hath no fury like a half man animal.

Suck my dick, I got enough for all of yall,

Yall can jump on it, hang on it like its mardi gras

I’m rawer than all of yall, rot like gangrene.

Eco lion come up quiet and kill the whole scene

Yes, I guess you could say i’m poisonous

Not even the devil has more poise than this.

Yeah i’ll be that guy that even though i’m half your size

You dont want to look me in the eyes “

POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher” and 4CW Extreme Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Reaching the ring he takes the belt off of his neck and throws it into the ring. He then walks around the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Mash in the inside. Making his way to the announcers booth, Dakota then grabs an empty steel chair and folds it up. He then throws it over the top rope into the center of the ring, barely missing the ref. Looking around the booth, he then rips a monitor from the table top and throws it into the ring before before rolling in under the bottom rope. Planting his fist into the ground he pushes himself up off the mat and picks up his championship. He stalks the ring for a few seconds before going up the turnbuckle and raising his Extreme Championship up into the air – letting out a blood curdling roar as he does so. He drops down and takes a seat in the corner, putting the belt back around his neck and waiting for the match to start.

VASSA: ”No worries Dakota, I wasn’t planning on using that for the rest of the night.”

JOHNSON: ”Even if you were, I don’t think he would care.”

VASSA: ”Hell, he just made my job a little easier. I don’t have to worry about that thing in front of me distracting me from the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure the ring has your full attention.”

VASSA: ”Calm your tits, Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”After having his match cancelled two weeks ago with Havok, I’m sure Dakota is happy to be back in the ring.”

VASSA: ”I don’t think happy is an emotion that registers with Dakota.”

Standing to his feet, Dakota removes the championship from around his neck and drops it to the side of the ring. He then leans against the corner with his eyes locked on Mash across the ring. Walking to the center of the ring, the ref looks to both corners to get the nod but in return, he gets nothing. After a slight delay, he then shrugs his shoulders and throws his hand in the air, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Pushing the ref to the side, Mash rushes across the ring towards Dakota in the corner. Quick on his feet, Dakota ducks out of the corner as Mash slams his forearm down on top of the turnbuckle. Before he can turn around, Dakota then throws a quick punch to the kidney, forcing Mash to buckle from the attack. Dakota then connects with a stinging right to the side of the jaw, sending Mash’s head whipping around. Before Mash can shake it off, Dakota the drives his elbow into his kidney, this time bringing him down to one knee.

VASSA: ”Monster Mash is going to be feeling those kidney shots in the morning!”

JOHNSON: ”There aren’t any rules in these extreme rules matches but that’s just down right dirty.”

VASSA: ”He’s going to be pissing blood by the time it’s all said and done.”

Dakota then grabs Mash by the head with both hands and presses his thumbs into his eyes. After digging deeper and deeper into his eye sockets, Dakota then slams his head forward into the middle section of the turnbuckle. With his grip still tight around Mash’s head, Dakota then slams it forward again and again before finally knocking him into a daze with one last crushing slam.

BAM!!!

Dakota then slams Mash’s head backwards, sending him to his back. With Mash stunned and temporarily blinded, Dakota then cuts his eyes to the monitor just a few feet away. Walking to it slowly, he then picks it up and looks at it for a moment with a smile on his face. Before he can around to notice, Mash begins to pull himself up with the ropes. Catching a glimpse in the corner of his eye, Dakota quickly swings around and takes off charging towards Mash full speed.

CRUNCH!!!

Slamming the monitor across the top of Mash’s head, it shatters into pieces, knocking him into the corner. Dakota then tosses the remains to the side and then kicks Mash in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Grabbing onto the top ropes with both hands, Dakota then lunges forward and drives his shoulder into Mash’s stomach over and over, harder and harder with each attack.

VASSA: ”I might have been upset with Dakota taking my monitor away but I haven’t seen it put to better use until now.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s already a screw or two loose up there but at this rate Monster Mash is going to be a vegetable before too long.”

VASSA: ”Before too long? Heh… you obviously don’t see what I do!”

After driving his shoulder into Mash’s stomach half a dozen times, he then pulls back one last time, further than any other. Before he can pull himself forward with another attack, Mash slams his forearm across the top of his back, knocking Dakota to one knee. Finding a new wind, Mash then slams his forearm across his back another time, knocking him down to both knees now. With Dakota’s head down and open, Mash then draws back and swings down with a power punch that connects to the back of his head, knocking Dakota face first to the canvas. Not wasting any time, Mash then grabs Dakota by the head with one hand and the shoulder with the other, pulling him up to his feet but keeping him bent over. Stepping away from the corner and to the side of Dakota, Mash then grabs the back of Dakota’s pants with one hand while holding on to his shoulder with his other. He then throws Dakota to the corner, through the top and middle ropes and head first into the ring post.

DONG!!!

After having his head planted into the ring post, Dakota then falls through the ropes and onto the ring apron, catching himself with the bottom rope. Mash then kicks him from inside of the ring over and over before finally knocking him off of the apron and down to the hard floor below.

JOHNSON: ”From the looks of things I don’t think we’re going to see any kind of wrestling take place in this match.”

VASSA: ”I’m perfectly fine with that. I would rather sit back and watch these two beat each other into a bloody mess.”

Mash quickly climbs over the top rope and down to the floor below. Standing over Dakota, he reaches down and grabs him with both hands, lifting him up from the floor and placing him over his shoulder. Walking around the ring, Mash makes his way towards the ringside steps on the other side. Once there, he raises Dakota above his head with both hands and holds him there for a moment. After a short delay, Mash then throws Dakota down, slamming his back onto the ringside steps.

CRACK!!!

Laid across the top of the steps, Dakota barely moves as Mash looks down on him with amusement in his eyes. Mash then grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet and in a fluid motion, he throws Dakota into the steel barricade behind him.

CRASH!!!

With Dakota down by the barricade, Mash kicks the steps over, knocking them to the site as they come apart in sections. He then grabs a piece and lifts it up above his head. Turning back to Dakota, he slowly makes his way towards him. Once beside him, Mash swings the steps downward but before they make contact Dakota raises both of his feet up and stops it before impact. After catching Mash off guard, Dakota then quickly straightens both of his legs and kicks the steps into his face. Falling backwards, Mash drops the steps to the side just before crashing to the floor with a thud.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT MONSTER MASH IS BUSTED OPEN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Mash didn’t see that coming. I guess we could say that Dakota was quick on his feet with that counter.”

VASSA: ”I see what you did there.”

Slow to his feet, Dakota stands in place for a moment, catching his breath. He then looks to Mash who is still down but just starting to come to. Dakota then rushes towards him but stops half way to pick up a piece of the ringside steps. He then throws it at Mash and watches as it lands across his stomach. After taking a hard hit to the gut, Mash pushes the steps off of him but as he does, Dakota flies through the air and lands on top of him. Catching Mash by surprise, Dakota swings with all of his might and connects with a hard right to the side of the head. He then follows up with a quick left to the forehead and finishes off the combo with a stiff punch to the jaw. Dakota then grabs him by the head with both hands and begins to slam it into the floor over and over until he grows tired.

Pushing himself up, Dakota stands to both feet with Mash still down on the floor between his legs. Dakota then jumps into the air and falls to seated position on top of Mash as he swings down hands down together, slamming them into his chest. Dakota then rolls to the side and up to his feet, leaving Mash in a world of pain. After pacing the area for a few moments, Dakota turns back to Mash and pulls him up from the floor and to his feet. He then drags him to the edge of the ring and rolls him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Sliding in shortly after, Dakota pushes himself up and walks to the other side of the ring where the chair lays that he threw in earlier. Taking his time, Dakota doesn’t show any concern as he leaves Mash behind him to slowly begin to get up as well. Grabbing the chair with both hands, Dakota holds it up and stares as it for a moment. Once around, Dakota’s eyes widen as Mash is right there charging at him and tackling him into the corner, slamming his back against the turnbuckle.

VASSA: ”Damn, you just can’t keep either of these two down!”

JOHNSON: ”We saw the same thing two weeks ago when Dakota and Lord Raab got into it backstage. Raab beat the living crap out of him and before we knew it, Dakota was back up and ready for more.”

VASSA: ”We might as well just take this match to the street because this has been nothing but one big brawl from the start. I don’t even think there’s been a single wrestling move yet.”

JOHNSON: ”I think you’re right, Vinny.”

Mash then unloads with multiple body punches to Dakota, coming from both sides with lefts and rights. After pounding his ribcage like a slab of meat, Mash then lifts him up and sits him on top of the turnbuckle. Holding Dakota by the arm with one hand to balance him, Mash swings up with his other hand and plants it underneath his chin. Murg then releases his shoulder and wraps his hand around Dakota’s throat, squeezing it until Dakota’s face begins to slowly turn red. He then plants his other hand on Dakota’s stomach and then lifts him up from the turnbuckle and over his head. Holding him up and showing his strength, Mash then turns around and throws him across the ring to the center. Flying through the air, Dakota lands back first on top of the stop sign brought to the ring earlier by Mash.

Smacking it with force, Dakota releases a loud yell as the pain shoots up his spine. Rolling into a sitting position, Dakota holds himself up with one hand while holding his back with the other. From across the ring, Mash takes off from stand still and charges towards him. Once in range, Mash kicks with power, planting his foot in Dakota’s back and sending him forward, slamming his face into the pole of the stop sign.

PING!!!

Not wasting any time, Mash kicks Dakota a few times while he’s down before grabbing him by the arm and jerking him up to his feet. Turning Dakota around to face him, Mash then leans in and bites him across the bridge of his nose, opening it up. Ripping his teeth away from the flesh, Dakota’s blood smears across his cheek. Mash then drags him across the ring to the ropes and forces his head down, pressing his throat to the top one. Pushing down on the back of his head, Mash uses the rope to choke Dakota. After a few moments pass and Dakota stops fighting, Mash lets go and takes a step back, leaving Dakota draped over the top rope.

VASSA: ”What’s he doing?! He could have put Dakota out once and for all right there!”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no telling what’s going through that mans head. I don’t even think he knows.”

VASSA: ”Dakota was just about out but now he let him catch his breath instead of blacking out.”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe he has some–“

VASSA: ”That’s what he’s doing! About time he went for that stop sign!”

Picking the stop sign up with both hands, Mash turns back to Dakota who is still draped over the top rope. Gripping onto the pole tightly with both hands, he then charges Dakota and slams it into his lower back. Still caught up on the top rope, Dakota doesn’t go down but releases another loud yell as the pain shoots throughout his entire body. Mash then slams it into the back of his shoulders, this time a little harder then before. He then holds the pole over Dakota’s head and pulls back on it, lifting his head from the ropes and pulling it close to his body. sliding it down over Dakota’s face, Mash pulls it against his throat, choking him once more. Dakota goes into a fit and grabs the pole with both hands, trying to pull it away from his throat. After a struggle between the two, Mash just overpowers him with his brute strength by lifting Dakota up from the mat while continuing to choke the life out of him. With his feet above the mat, Dakota continues to try and pull the pole around from his throat but doesn’t as Mash is just too powerful.

JOHNSON: ”If Dakota wasn’t in trouble before then he surely is now!”

VASSA: ”There’s nothing Dakota can do about it either. Mash has him in a bad position and has the strength to keep him there.”

JOHNSON: ”His feet have to be at least a good foot above the canvas. He’s going to rip Dakota’s head off!”

The crowd then bursts into boos that consume the entire theatre.

VASSA: ”What the hell?”

JOHNSON: ”Something is going but what?”

VASSA: ”IT’S RAMONA!!! She’s coming down to the ring!”

Running out from the back, Ramona makes her way towards the ring with one of the Tag Team Championships in hand.

JOHNSON: ”What is she doing out here? She has a big match later tonight that she needs to be focusing on.”

VASSA: ”Deadly Sins! She’s coming out here to help her hired muscle because as you can see, he needs a little help of his own.”

JOHNSON: ”But she pays him. He doesn’t pay–“

VASSA: ”Maybe this will earn her a discount for Dakota’s services?”

Not aware of what’s going on, Mash lets go of the pole as it falls to the floor. Catching Dakota and holding him up, Mash pushes him forward into the ropes. Throwing his arms over the top rope, Dakota catches himself and hangs there, barely conscious. Mash then turns and runs to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. After hitting them hard and coming back with speed, he leaps into the air, closing in on Dakota.

JOHNSON: ”UH OH, WATCH OUT!!!”

BBAAMM!!!

Before Mash can land a clothesline to the back of Dakota’s head, Ramona jumps onto the apron and slams the Tag Team Championship into his face.

VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”

Mash continues to fall forward and crashes into Dakota, knocking Ramona off the apron and to the floor. Bouncing off of Dakota, Mash then falls backwards with his arm wrapped around Dakota head, pulling him back as well. Hitting the mat hard, Mash lands on his back but pulls Dakota down with him, covering him for the pin. The ref quickly slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

Ramona quickly slides into the ring with the championship in hand. With Dakota still lying over his his body, Ramona then drops to both knees and drives the championship into Mash’s face again.

JOHNSON: ”Oh come on! The pin had already been made!”

VASSA: ”You seriously think that’s going to stop this?”

The crowd the bursts into a loud commotion as Murgatroid rushes out from the back and makes his way towards the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Here comes help!”

VASSA: ”Oh man, I thought this match was over. We have another fight about to break out now!”

Hearing the sounds of the crowd, Ramona quickly pops her head up and sees Murg making his way down to the ring. She quickly grabs Dakota by the arm and pulls him up to his feet, even slapping him to wake him up and grab his attention.

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

With Murg just at ringside, the two roll out of the ring on the other side as Murg slides into it.

JOHNSON: ”Murgatroid has cleared the ring in an instant!”

VASSA: ”They don’t want any part of him, especially with Dakota half way out of it.”

JOHNSON: ”Why is Ramona alone though? Where’s Brennan?”

Murg quickly checks on Mash who is still down and out. Looking to the outside of the ring, the expression quickly turns to hatred as Ramona holds on the Tag Team Championship with one hand and points at it with the other.

VASSA: ”There’s your answer, Steve. With Creature Feature being the only tag team left in 4CW, I think it’s pretty clear why Ramona decided to come out here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”She doesn’t have a tag team partner though!”

Breaking the tension, another huge pop overcomes the theater as a dozen members of security run out from the back. Before they get halfway down the ramp, Murg pops up to his feet and rushes to the side of the ring where Ramona and Dakota are standing on the outside. Once at the ropes, Murg reaches over the top rope and tries to grab Ramona but comes up short as she jumps back. Murg then climbs through the ropes but before he can get to the floor, security rushes in and separates everyone.

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

JOHNSON: ”It’s a good thing security was able to get down here in time because this could have turned ugly.”

VASSA: ”These people would have torn this theater to the ground trying to rip each other apart.”

Half a dozen security guards wrap up Murg and pin him against the side of the ring apron. The other half, stand between Ramona and Dakota, pushing them towards the ramp. While back stepping, Ramona holds the Tag Team Championship in the air and taunts Murg with it some more, laughing as he is unable to do anything.

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

POWERS: ”And the winner by pinfall, he is the 4CW Extreme Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

The ref quickly exits the ring and runs towards Dakota. Grabbing his arm, he raises it into the air momentarily before Dakota rips it away and mouths off to him. Dakota and Ramona continue to back up the entrance ramp with security standing in their way of the ring. Meanwhile, Murg finally begins to calm down and stops struggling to break free as he then looks to the ring, showing concern for Mash.

JOHNSON: ”With only one team to contend, Ramona has made it pretty clear that she wants to defend the belts against Creature Feature.”

VASSA: ”She going to need a partner in her corner if she’s going to stand up to these two huge men.”

JOHNSON: ”We still have over a month before Ante Up and there’s plenty of time to sort out the details. Who knows, maybe she’ll defend the Tag Team Championships by herself.”

VASSA: ”If she does, I am a little concerned with her well being. Murgatroid and Monster Mash are no joke along, but put these two together, they are a force to be reckoned with.”

JOHNSON: ”Lets not forget about them also being a force to be contained. These two men are damn near unstoppable and care nothing for the rules inside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”This is going to be an odd situation but one that I look forward to seeing how it plays out.”

JOHNSON: ”While we get things cleared here at ringside, we’re going to go backstage for just a moment folks.”

HEADLINE
ANTE UP PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH

CONNOR GATES VS. ROYCE PAXTON GRIFFIN

POWERS: ”Introducing first, from Van Nuys, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty-eight and a half pounds, Connor GGAATTEESS!”

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

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

The lights dim to a dark red hue as “Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B plays as out from the back comes RPG himself Royce Paxton Griffin. Looking out at the crowd with a grin and a menacing look a smirk forms on his face as he clenches his fist while staring out at the crowd. Wearing a pair of red and black boxing shorts with RPG written on them in black font and wearing a sleek arm band on both arms, mixed between black and red he makes his way towards the ring. Looking down at his sneakers he walks beside the crowd giving them a knowing nod, as he points to the ring and stops to hold up both arms for the crowd.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Niagara Falls, New York, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, ROYCE PAXTON GGRRIIFFFFIINN!!!”

Pumping his arm forward before charging into the ring sliding to his feet, as the crowd gives him their approval. Doing two big jumps once in the ring to show his freaky athleticism he throws a few practice swings before letting out a loud primal scream to the crowd. Walking around the ring he yells out “Lets do this!” while pumping up the crowd before turning to the center of the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

JOHNSON: “Ever since last Adrenaline RPG has been fuming over his loss in the 4CW Title qualifying match. He blames Connor Gates for that loss most of all since Gates was the one who was pinned by Felicity Banks.”

VASSA: “Of course, blaming Connor Gates didn’t stop him from having a parking lot brawl with 4CW Extreme Champion Dakota Smith, either. Griffin has been out of control lately it seems. I almost feel bad for Connor going into this Pride Gauntlet contender match.”

JOHNSON: “And speaking of Pride… We are joined for the first time by the lovely Aidan Carlisle, current 4CW Pride Champion, who selected these two for the match after last week’s show. Aidan, which of these two men are you rooting for tonight?”

AIDAN: “The only person I’m rooting for is the one that performs the best. I want the Gauntlet match at Ante Up to be one of the most exciting matches of the show, and that means having the toughest opponents possible.”

VASSA: “By choosing the three toughest competitors you can find, you could be setting yourself up to lose the Championship…”

AIDAN: “And by picking my opponents from the selection in the shallow end of the kiddie pool at the local Y, I’d be setting myself up to look like Nathaniel Havok. Everyone already knows I’m better than the weekend warrior wrestlers and the sub-Zoolander level ‘models’ around here. I want to prove I’m better than the top names 4CW has to offer. So I’ll take my chances with real challengers.”

VASSA: “But there are so many more models you could have demolished! I would have chosen them.”

JOHNSON: “And that is why Aidan is the Pride Champion, and you aren’t, Vinny. Among other reasons.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The referee calls for the bell to begin the match after finishing checking with both corners. The two waste no time as they charge at one another. RPG gets the action started with a thunderous backbreaker. Royce waits just long enough for Gates to stand before nailing him with a European uppercut. Connor reels back into the turnbuckle and Griffin is quick to follow up with a corner clothesline.

JOHNSON: “RPG seems to be starting ahead right out of the gate.”

VASSA: “After what happened in Albuquerque I imagine he feels like a man with something to prove, and he wants to start tonight! Or maybe he’s just showing off because he knows you’re watching Aidan.”

AIDAN: “Well if that’s the case, he’s wasting his time.”

VASSA: “Come on now, something has to impress you!”

AIDAN: “Royce is a great wrestler. I’ve never said that he isn’t. He’s among the top talent in 4CW, his record speaks to that. But I’m not impressed by his attitude. The constant boasting is unbecoming.”

Gates falls out of the corner onto the mat where RPG continues the assault with an elbow drop. Royce stomps his opponent over and over again, the referee warning him several times, almost to the point of disqualifying him before RPG finally stops and backs away. Connor takes several seconds to get up, stumbling once as he stands.

Griffin charges right back in, taking him down with a spear and launching right into a series of punches. Gates gets his arms up to try to defend himself, but the rights and lefts keep coming and coming. The referee has to warn him off for a second time, but Royce gets one last stomp in as he backs away.

JOHNSON: “If Griffin doesn’t keep that aggression in check, he might end up getting himself disqualified!”

AIDAN: “That would be a shame.”

VASSA: “You don’t really mean that, do you?”

AIDAN: “No, I really do. Personally I hate winning matches by the disqualification of my opponent. It hasn’t happened here in 4CW, but it has happened in the past. Maybe some people don’t care, but I do. It feels cheap to me. To that end, I would kind of feel like I was getting the lesser opponent if one of these guys were disqualified here tonight and that is how the other got into the Gauntlet.”

The official almost doesn’t get out of the way as Connor throws himself back into the fray. Gates gets off a few elbows before RPG grabs his head and hits a jawbreaker. Connor snaps back and into the ropes. Gates catches himself from rebounding, avoiding a back body drop only to get hit with a spinning wheel kick. As Connor doubles over Royce hooks up his head and a leg for a bridging cradle suplex.

JOHNSON: “Connor’s shoulders are down!”

The referee drops beside the pair for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE… KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “Oh my god! Somehow Connor Gates managed to kick out at the last second!”

Royce pounds the mat in frustration but wastes no time getting back to his feet. As Gates slowly pulls himself up, RPG bounces off of the ropes to put some extra heat on a spinebuster! The crowd boos as Griffin takes a moment to taunt his opponent before dropping for a kneebar. The sound of Gates’ cry of pain is clearly audible. The Dirty Devil stretches one arm out, fingers just a few inches from the ropes.

The two struggle as RPG attempts to pull Connor back from the ropes and Gates strains to get to them to break the hold. Gates strains forward and grabs for the bottom rope, but his fingertips barely graze it. RPG pulls back and leaves several inches between Connor’s hand and the ropes once more. The referee checks with Gates to see if he wants to tap, but he refuses! Somehow he surges forward and grabs the ropes! The official calls for the break!

VASSA: “How did Connor Gates manage that after the beating he’s been taking?!”

AIDAN: “It’s all about wanting it. Pain doesn’t matter when something bigger is on the line. Gates wants to keep it alive. At this point I’m not sure that wanting it is going to be enough, but he could still turn it around. We’ve all seen it happen.”

Royce stands across the ring as Connor is left pulling himself up using the ropes in order to get back to his feet. He’s obviously in pain after that brutal kneebar and for a few moments it seems like he can barely stand. Suddenly he flies across the ring!

Whether he’s pushing through the pain or was faking it remains a mystery as the two trade shots back and forth. They go blow for blow. A standing elbow from Royce. A haymaker from Gates. A palm strike from Griffin. An uppercut from Connor. A burning lariat from RPG but Gates doesn’t go down! Connor comes back with a clothesline but RPG doesn’t go down either!

JOHNSON: “Is Connor Gates rallying?!”

The two circle each other slowly, seeming to try to stay as far across the ring from one another as possible. They navigate the ring almost two full rotations before both launching at one another at the same time. Connor dives in for a takedown but Royce launches off the mat and hits the RG-Knee!!!

VASSA: “I think that’s going to be a no, Steve.”

The referee swoops in again.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: “Royce Paxton Griffin has done it! He has beaten Connor Gates and is the first opponent moving on to the Gauntlet match for the Pride Championship at Ante Up!”

The referee raises RPG’s hand as the big man turns a slow circle in the ring, taunting the crowd.

POWERS: “And here is your winner, ROYCE PAXTON GGRRIIFFFFIINN!!!”

Royce pulls his arm free from the ref and stalks over to the side of the ring, pointing down to the announcer’s table where Aidan is sitting and shouting something that the cameras don’t quite pick up. Aidan pulls off her headset and climbs up onto the table with the Pride Championship over her shoulder. She points at her nameplate on the belt as she shouts something back.

Aidan throws her arms out to the side, as if daring him to come try to take the championship right then and there. As RPG starts to get out of the ring the referee tries to stop him. Naturally the ref isn’t a match for the determined Griffin.

More officials and security are already heading down the ramp, trying to head off the conflict before it can start. After what happened at the last Adrenaline it seems like a few preventative measures were put in place.

Before the security can make it down, however, a blonde streak comes flying out of nowhere!

JOHNSON: “It’s Brennan Devlin! Devlin just interrupted the trouble that was brewing between Aidan and RPG!”

VASSA: “I don’t think that the reason Devlin is here has anything to do with Aidan, Steve! I think he just wants to continue what started in Albuquerque!”

Security and officials pile onto both men, pulling them apart before the blows can really start to land. Meanwhile, Aidan is still standing on top of the announcers table. She shakes her head in disgust at the scene unfolding before she hops down, walking around the opposite side of the ring. She makes it all the way up the ramp before stopping and locking eyes with Griffin. Even though she doesn’t have a mic, the words she shouts back at him are audible.

AIDAN: “I hope you enjoyed that, because it’s as close as you’re ever going to get to this Championship!”

Aidan disappears backstage as the refs try to keep the two men separated.

Through the curtain, Royce Paxton Griffin, better known as “RPG” comes into the back area. After a highlight performance he has a smile on his face and a pep in his step. A few crew members congratulate him but he shrugs them off knowing he didn’t need their appraisal.

RPG: “Shouldn’t be a surprise, I’m on a rise and people need to make way.”

Suddenly, Joseph Sullivan aka “Mad Dog” Sullivan approaches wearing his usual thin and tight hoody. Brushing the hood off his head, Sullivan looks into the eyes of Royce and RPG is almost taken back. The wonder as to what Sullivan wanted almost caused Royce to laugh out loud. He knew like everyone else that Sullivan was a bum. No talent if he ever had any. A watered down brawler. Scoffing, RPG questions the 4CW “jobber”

RPG: “What? Are you looking for an autograph or something?”

No response. Sullivan or “Sully” as some of his closer friends might call him just stares.

RPG: “Then move! I don’t have time for staring contests with a guy who stares in two directions..”

As Royce brushes past Sullivan, his eyes open wide as Jason Cashe comes out from around the corner carrying a bucket of pink paint. He lunges it, flinging the paint from the bucket directly at RPG but Royce side steps the thick stream.

RPG: “Whoa there!!”

As the paint drips and splashes, the camera turns to show Royce not having a drip on him as he hugs the wall. Instead it’s “Mad Dog” Sullivan who stands covered in a coat of pink paint. The paint breaks at his eyes as Sully looks up at Cashe and then at Royce and back at himself.

SULLIVAN: “Some…BULLSHIT!”

Silence fills the backstage area briefly before it fills with the laughter from Jason Cashe. Royce laughs too and even points at Sullivan before turning to Cashe, his smile disappears and his head from side to side slightly shakes.

RPG: “Shameful..Just shameful. You suck at this…Maybe next time!”

As Royce passing by Cashe, his sister Demi Griffin enters the scene. She looks past them all and smiles with a not fully sure about the situation kind of grin. She sees Jason Cashe with a bucket at his feet and then she shakes her head as he brother continues on past her.

DEMI: “Ya’ll need to stop that, this is silly!”

As “Black Listed” leave the area, Jason Cashe looks around like he’s lost. Turning to Sullivan, he throws up his arms as if asking what happened. Letting his arms drop, he scoffs and shakes HIS head.

CASHE: “See? See what you did? Can’t even handle a simple distraction job….You’re not getting paid in Uncrustables now! Just forget it..”

Left alone and with drying by the seconds passing paint covering his upper half, Joseph Sullivan stands there staring down the hallway.

MAIN EVENT
ANTE UP 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH

LORD RAAB VS. ROXI JOHNSON VS.
HAVOK VS. RAMONA EPPS

JOHNSON: ”It’s now time for out main event folks!”

VASSA: ”We had one contender determined two weeks ago in the first qualifying match and Felicity Banks will advance to face the champ at Ante up for the 4CW Championship.”

JOHNSON: ”That was one heck of a match and this one will be just as good. We have four very talented wrestlers about to step foot into the ring.”

VASSA: ”We sure do, Steve. Lord Raab has been on fire in the extreme division lately and has bumped heads with the Extreme champ, Dakota Smith. Tonight he’ll step back into the ring under standard rules but will without a doubt be a huge factor in this match.”

JOHNSON: ”Then we have another person stepping out of the extreme division. Nathaniel Havok dominated the division as Extreme Champion for nearly an entire year. As we saw two weeks ago, he’s stepping away from the extreme side of things completely and pursuing other championships.”

VASSA: ”He wanted to get back to the basics and what wrestling is all about. This is a big one to welcome him into the mix. He traded in his Extreme Championship rematch clause for the opportunity to participate in this qualifying match.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s definitely one to keep an eye on.”

VASSA: ”Let’s not forget about our very own super hero, Roxi Johnson.”

JOHNSON: ”She has been in the big picture for the former South-West Heavyweight Championship but could never take home the win in close matches. Tonight is her first crack at the newly renamed 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”Even though this championship has a different name, it still carries the history of the South-West Heavyweight. These opportunities are no stranger to her and with a win tonight, she could very well become the new 4CW Champion at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be a tough one and out last person to be in this match has been on a hot streak as of late. Coming off a huge win over the former 4CW Champion, Ramona Lee Epps will battle it out with her chance to step into the big picture at Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”I’m interested to see how things unfold between her and Roxi. They’re no stranger to each other. When The Deadly Sins debuted, it was Roxi who took the beating at the hands of them. Now these two are in the ring together and we can only imagine what will break loose tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Well, I’m ready when you are, Vinny. Lets get to it!”

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.

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

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

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.

“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system of the theater, accompanied by a huge pop from the crowd. Yellow strobe lights flicker around the entire theater, as we anxiously await the arrival of Mr. 4CW himself.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “Mr. 4CW”,The Enforcer of Sorrow, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”

Havok makes his way to the entrance ramp, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance, with a smirk on his face, from all the love and adulation of the fans. He throws his “Devin horns” in the air, as the yellow strobe lights continue to flicker throughout the entire theater. Nathaniel begins walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, calculated, but most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully from the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out.

” wanna make your heart beat

I love it when it beats for me, yeah

I wanna make your heart beat

I love it when it beats for me, yeah”

“I wanna raise pulses”

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is the sole holder of the 4CW Tag Team Championships, RAMONA LEE EEPPPPSS!!!”

Appearing from behind the curtains Ramona stepped out with a cocksure wink and grin, throwing one hand in the air above her head, holding up one of the 4CW Tag Team Championships. Around her waist, the other championship belt rests on her hips. Even though her reception from the crowd wasn’t the warmest she seemed to be unaware of the fact as she started in towards the ring. Upon reaching it she stopped again, looking left then right, and brushing some imaginary dirt off her shoulders in each direction before rolling under the bottom rope.

“La chica with the most-est

Not in the mood for the average Josephs

Coming unglued, baby this is explosive

I wanna raise pulses”

“I’m coming for your rhythm, I’m here to wake you up

I wanna be your hero, I wanna shake the fluff

I be on that beating in your chest

Check a stethoscope run a few tests

Something you can measure doesn’t make it better

Feeling weighed down did you lose your girl, get her”

Even with some jeers trying to compete with her music she was unaffected, stepping on the middle of the bottom rope while holding onto the top one so that she could lean forward and out towards the spectators. Amongst haters were a few fans who took the opportunity to snap a few pictures before she hopped back down and into the center of the ring. She then placed the one of the 4CW Tag Team Championships on the apron before standing in her corner. Slowly removing the other championship from her waist, she then places it on top of the matching belt. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder, ready to go to work as her music began to fade out.

“You got a heart that’s born with a beat

What’s that now, you forget how to breathe?

I wanna get that thing runnin’…”

VASSA: ”That’s everyone!”

JOHNSON: ”This is a very important match for everyone involved here tonight. Opportunities to challenge for the 4CW Championship don’t come along often but when they do, you have to put it all on the line.”

VASSA: ”How fitting. We’re going into Ante Up and what better event to put it all on the line for than our biggest of the year.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s hard to believe that the first Ante Up was just a year ago next month. Time had flown by and it’s been an exciting trip with each and every step along the way.”

VASSA: ”Enough reminiscing! I’m ready to get this match underway and see who will advance and become the second contender in the sixty minute fatal fourway Iron Man match at Ante Up! I hope Cashe is watching in the back because the talent is going to be stacked!”

Walking to the center of the ring, the ref checks with each corner one by one. After getting the nod from Roxi, Havok and Dakota, he then looks to Raab standing tall in his corner. Ignoring the ref, Raab doesn’t respond and then out of nowhere, he takes off from his corner and runs across the ring towards Havok. Jumping out of the way, the ref avoids being ran over and then throws his arm into the air, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Closing in on Havok, Raab traps him in the corner and unloads with a fury of power punches to the head and body. Landing lefts and rights, Raab quickly wears him down and then lands a rub cracking body blow than knocks his breath away and sends him down to one knee. Raab then grabs the back of his head and begins to knee him in the face over and over, trying to knock his head off with each and every blow. Pulling Havok back to his feet, Raab then slams his back against the corner, sending Havok’s arms draping over the top rope on each side. Raab then grabs onto the top rope with both hands side by side and uses it as leverage as he begins to kick Havok in the stomach over and over, After leaving him breathless, Raab then places his foot across Havok’s throat and leans back, pulling on the ropes for more leverage and chokes him with his boot. Quickly running over, the ref then starts the five count for Raab to break the hold. After getting to four, Raab pulls his foot away from Havok throat and then follows up with a powerful elbow to the face.

Across the ring, Roxi and Ramona circle each other. Watching each others every move, they both show hesitation to make the first move. Tired of dancing around, Ramona then lunges forward at Roxi to lock up but comes up short as Roxi side steps her and grabs her arm. Locking her grip around Ramona’s wrist, Roxi steps in behind her and folds her arm, pinning it behind her back. Ramona then throws her free arm back, hitting Roxi in the mouth with an elbow. She then throws her arm back but this time goes low, hitting her in the stomach with an elbow. Pulling her arm away from Roxi, Ramona then reaches back and drops to one knee, flipping Roxi over her shoulder and onto her back with a snapmare. Quick to her feet, Roxi steps back from Ramona and readjusts herself, back into stance. The two then square off, one waiting for the other to make the next move. Before anyone does, Havok runs right between them and crashes into the corner. Letting their guard down, they turn to the corner and as they both look back to the other side of the ring at the same time, Raab runs into them with a double clothesline, knocking them to the floor before he collides with Havok, crushing him into the corner.

VASSA: ”Coming through like a freight train!”

JOHNSON: ”They didn’t even see it coming! First it was Havok breaking in between them and when they finally look to see what’s going on, BBAAMM!!! There’s Raab laying them both out in one shot.”

Grabbing Havok by the back of the shoulders, Raab pulls him away from the corner and throws him across the ring. He then turns his attention to Roxi and reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair and pulls her up. Slamming her into the corner, Raab then hits her with multiple forearms to the face. After landing one last stunning blow, he then grabs her head with both of his hands and begins to lunge his head forward, hitting her over and over with repeated headbutts. After wearing her down a bit, he then wraps her arms around her shoulders and backsteps away from the corner, dragging her as well. With Roxi in his grasp, he then lifts her up from her feet and tosses her over his head with a belly to belly suplex.

On the other side of the ring, Ramona stomps on Havok wildly. After growing tired of the easy attacks, she pulls him up to his feet and slaps him across the cheek, sending a sharp sound piercing over the sounds of the crowd. Ramona then spins in place and comes back around, planting her foot into Havok’s chin with a wheel kick, sending him stumbling to the ropes behind him. Grabbing onto the ropes, Havok stays on his feet but before he can do anything, Ramona is right there with a throat thrust. Gasping for air, Havok holds his throat as his face begins to turn bright red. Ramona then moves in and wraps her arm around Havok’s head, applying a side headlock. Pulling him away from the ropes, she runs across the ring, dragging him along and leaps into the air and comes down, planting his head into the mat with a bulldog.

Pulling Roxi back up to her feet, Raab pulls her head between his legs and then wraps his arms around her waist. He then lifts her up for a powerbomb but before he can slam her down, Roxi connects with a hard right punch to the top of the head. Stunning Raab briefly, Roxi then lands another and another. Knocking Raab off his balance, Roxi continues to punch him as he stumbles backwards. Finally losing his balance, Raab falls backwards to the mat with a thud as Roxi lands on top of him. With his head between her legs, Roxi continues the assault with multiple punches to the face. She then rolls backwards and up to her feet. Turning to the corer, Roxi climbs the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she quickly turns around to face the ring and leaps straight into the air with some serious height. Letting gravity take over, she then comes down with speed and drops a vicious leg drop across Raab’s throat.

JOHNSON: ”All you have to do is get the big man down and you can really do some damage.”

VASSA: ”I thought Roxi was going to touch the ceiling with that massive amount of air. Coming down with that velocity, I know that leg drop had to do a number on Raab.”

JOHNSON: ”She has her eye on that prize and that’s a one way ticket to Ante Up!”

VASSA: ”Ramona has Havok back up to his feet and in the corner now.”

With Havok resting against the corner, Ramona climbs over him to the middle rope. Looking over the theater, she gets a wave of boos thrown at her which bring a grin to her face. Clinching her fist, she then swings down on Havok with a hard right.

“One!”

Despite their displeasure for Ramona, the fans count as the first punch lands. Ramona then throws another and another as the crowd continues to count as each one lands.

“Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eight! … Nine! … Ten!”

After landing that tenth punch, Ramona then holds onto Havok’s head and plants her feet into his stomach. Rolling to the mat, she pulls Havok down with her and then shoots him into the air as she straightens her legs and sends him flying to the center of the ring with a monkey flip.

VASSA: ”There it is! I was hoping to see one of those earlier from Jair but he left me hanging. Good look out Ramona!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m pretty certain that she didn’t do that for your approval.”

VASSA: ”Shut up Steve!”

Before Ramona can get back to her feet, Roxi rushes in from across the ring and covers Havok for the pin.

ONE

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Breaking the pin, Ramona plants her foot in the back of Roxi’s head. She then grabs her by the hair and pulls her up from Havok. Spinning her around, Ramona then swings with a haymaker but misses as Roxi ducks and counters with an elbow shot to the stomach. As Ramona lunges over from the blow, Roxi pops back up and then hooks her head before lifting her up and over with a snap suplex. Quick to her feet, Roxi then goes to town with a series of kicks and stomps to Ramona. After landing about a dozen, she then turns around and does a backflip, landing a standing moonsault across Ramona’s body. Pushing herself up, Roxi catches her breath for a moment before grabbing Ramona by the arm and pulling her up as well. Pulling Ramona in closely, Roxi wraps her up and then lifts her up and flips her over her head with a T-bone suplex.

Meanwhile, Raab lifts Havok up from the mat with both hands and drapes him across his shoulder. Turning his head to the corner, Raab then takes off, carrying Havok, and runs full speed. Realizing what’s about to happen, Havok squirms his way out of Raab’s clutches and falls behind him. Without Havok between him and the corner, Raab’s shoulder slams into the turnbuckle. Getting up as quick as he can, Havok then rushes in behind Raab and unloads with a series of kidney punches. He then grabs Raab by the back of the head with both hands and slams it down, face first into the top of the turnbuckle. Havok then hooks his arm underneath one of Raab’s and gets him in a half nelson. Struggling to break free, Raab fails as Havok lifts him up and drives him into the canvas with a half nelson suplex.

Across the ring, Ramona and Roxi go toe to toe, exchanging punches with one another. Connecting with a stinging right, Ramona sends Roxi’s head whipping to the side. Roxi then fires back with a right of her own and returns the favor. The two then lock up and struggle with one another, fighting for leverage. After a few moments pass, Ramona grabs two handfuls of hair and then knees Roxi in the stomach. With her hair still in his hands, Ramona then pulls her head down and throws Roxi to the canvas. Ramona then reaches down and grabs both of Roxi’s ankles, pulling her legs up and holding them to her sides. Dragging Roxi across the floor, Ramona sets up with the corner a few feet behind her. Ramona then rolls backwards to the mat, pulling Roxi up and sending her crashing into the corner with a slingshot.

VASSA: ”Damn! Ramona rang her bell with that!”

JOHNSON: ”There wasn’t anything Roxi could do but put her hands up and hope for the best.”

On the other side of the ring, Havok has Raab backed against the ropes, beating the life out of him with lefts and rights.

VASSA: ”It looks like Havok has finally decided to throw down! About damn time.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s been on the receiving end of a beat down this entire match but things might be turning in his favor now. If he can take Raab out then this match should get a lot easier.”

VASSA: ”That’s a lot easier said than– WHAT THE HELL?!?!”

The crowd bursts into commotion as Dakota makes his way through the fans at ringside with a steel chair in hand. Jumping over the barricade, Dakota looks up into the ring at Raab with his back turned to him. Throwing the chair to the floor, Dakota then reaches up and grabs Raab by the shoulders. Havok continues to punch Raab, unaware of Dakota on the outside of the ring. Dakota then pulls back on Raab, trying to flip him over the top rope. Havok then draws back and swings with a power punch and as it lands, it gives Dakota the needed help to finally pull Raab up and over the top rope to the outside.

JOHNSON: ”What is Dakota doing out here? Did he come to help Ramona?!”

VASSA: ”There’s no telling when it comes to that guy. If I had to bet, I would say that he’s come back for more after the brawl those two got in two weeks ago in the ABQ.”

JOHNSON: ”He has no business being out here!”

VASSA: ”You tell him that because I sure as shit ain’t going to be the one!”

Looking on confused, Havok watches as Dakota jumps on top of Raab and beats him senseless with wild punches. Havok then steps through the top and middle rope, placing one foot on the apron before stopping. Dakota then reaches beside him and grabs the steel chair and pops up to both feet. He then takes a swing at Havok but barely misses as Havok pulls his head back into the ring. Dakota then begins to run his mouth to him, daring him to step out of the ring. Taking a step back from the ropes, Havok bumps into Ramona who then drops him to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep.

VASSA: ”Pay attention to the action Havok!”

JOHNSON: ”He was, Vinny. Just the wrong action.”

With his back turned to Raab, Dakota give him too much time as he makes his way back up to his feet. Grabbing him by the shoulder, Raab spins Dakota around and then punches the chair with both hands, knocking it into Dakota’s face. Stumbling back, Dakota slams against the apron. Raab then snatches the chair away from his hands and throws it over his head into the crowd.

VASSA: ”JESUS RAAB!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Luckily that chair didn’t hit anyone. That could have been bad.”

Raab and Dakota then exchange punches in a furious rage, beating the ever loving life out of on another.

Back in the ring, Ramona stands Havok up to his feet and place his head between her legs. She then wraps both arms around his waist but before she can lift him up from his feet, Havok stands straight up. Ramona flips over his head but manages to land on both feet. Before Havok can do anything, Ramona pushes him in the back and sends him stumbling forward into a roundhouse kick from Roxi. Falling backwards but not down, Havok then lands into another roundhouse kick to the back of the head from Ramona, this time falling forward and face first to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Havok has it coming from all sorts of ways!”

VASSA: ”I would bet that he’s always wanted to be between two lovely ladies but just not in this scenario! HAH!!!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure it’s a dream of yours as well, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”I’ll step in the middle of that right now! These ladies are smoking!”

Roxi and Ramona then step over Havok and lock up with him at their feet. Roxi quickly takes lead and pulls Ramona in closely, hooking her underneath the arm and flipping her over to her back with a hip toss. With both Havok and Ramona lying side by side, Roxi then turns to the ropes. Hitting them hard and coming back with speed, Roxi flips into the air and comes down with a double leg drop across both Havok and Ramona’s chest. Back up, Roxi then grabs Havok by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. She then locks her hands onto his wrist and goes to throw him to the corner across the ring. Just as she goes to release him, Havok then reverses it and pulls her into him, wraps her up and drops her to the canvas with a desperation spinebuster.

JOHNSON: ”Havok surprised us all with that move!”

VASSA: ”That’s what I love about the guy. You can never count him out of anything. When you think he’s done, he just comes back and proves that he isn’t.”

On the outside, Raab and Dakota continue beating the life out of each other. Dakota, covered in blood, takes lefts and rights to the side of the head but doesn’t stand down, only begging for more. Raab then goes for the knockout punch but as he does, Dakota wraps him up around the waist and tackles him to the floor. Mounting himself on top of Raab, Dakota unleashes a whirlwind of quick but effective punches. He then grabs Raab by the head with both hands and digs his thumbs into Raab’s eyes. Not letting up, Dakota then begins to slam Raab’s head to the floor, over and over while releasing a blood thirsty war cry.

”AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Not going out easily, Raab then reaches up with both of his hands and wraps them around Dakota’s throat and begins to choke him. Dakota face slowly begins to turn red, what little bit isn’t already red from blood. Still digging into Raab’s eyes, he doesn’t let up but begins to slow down from the lack of oxygen. Raab then finally manages to throw him off to the side and the two lay on there backs, catching their breaths.

VASSA: ”These two are going to kill–“

JOHNSON: ”WATCH OUT HAVOK!!!”

Once back to his feet, Havok keeps his eyes on Roxi but out of nowhere, Ramona rushes in and grabs him by the back of the head with both hands. She then jumps into the air and plants her knees underneath his chin and falls back, pulling his head down and planting her knees into his face.

VASSA: ”A double knee facebreaker, unbelievable!”

JOHNSON: ”With the other two down and Raab occupied on the outside, now is the time for Ramona to strike!”

Pushing herself up to both feet, Ramona then attacks both Roxi and Havok while they’re down. Jumping into the air, she then comes down on Havok’s chest with a double foot stomp. She then jumps off of Havok and does a flip in mid-air, coming down with a 450 splash to Roxi but crashes into the canvas as Roxi rolls out of the way at the very last moment. Roxi then turns to the corner and quickly ascends the turnbuckle. Once at the top, she turns to face the ring only to find both Ramona and Havok slowly getting up. As both stand to their feet at the same time, Roxi leaps from the top rope and flies towards them, going to a double clothesline. Quick on her feet, Ramona dodges the attack as Roxi continues to take Havok out, nearly decapitating him.

VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi was going for the kill shot with that clothesline. Luckiy for Ramona that she was able to get out of Dodge before being taken out as well.”

Back on their feet, Raab and Dakota go back at it, exchanging lefts and rights without concern for their own health. Raab then rushes in on Dakota and wraps him up. Driving him backwards, Raab tackles him over the barricade and into the crowd. Both then get back up and go right back at it. As the fight continues between the two, they make their way towards the back of the theater as the fans open up a path leading their way.

Back in the ring, Roxi pulls Ramona up to her feet. Catching her by surprise, Ramona swats Roxi’s hands away and then grabs her by the hair with both hands. Dragging her to the edge of the ring, Ramona then throws her into the ropes, sending her up and over the top and down to the hard floor below. After landing hard on the floor, Roxi rolls and stops at the barricade, holding her side in pain. Inside the ring, Ramona looks to the outside, satisfied with what she had just done. Behind her, Havok slowly climbs to his feet. Turning around, Ramona is surprised as she sees Havok standing across from her. Without hesitation, she then kicks her right leg up to hit him in the side but gets stopped as Havok steps back and catches her foot in mid-air. Holding it up, he looks Ramona in the eye and mouths off for a moment. He then swings her foot around, spinning her but as she comes back around, Ramona jumps up and connects with a power kick to the side of the head. Stumbling backwards, Havok falls to the canvas after the dragon whip.

JOHNSON: ”PUNKED!!!”

VASSA: ”She laid Havok out! This could be it!”

JOHNSON: ”It just might be! Ramona is going for the pin and Roxi has gotten up on the outside yet!”

Dropping to both knees, Ramona then covers Havok for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

Roxi quickly pulls herself up using the barricade and gets to both feet.

TWO

Sliding into the ring, Roxi struggles to get up as she still shows pain in her side from the nasty fall. Before she can even move forward to try and break up the pin…

THREE!!!

Roxi then stops before doing anything and leans back against the ropes in disappointment.

VASSA: ”She did it! Ramona will advance to the big match at Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: ”This was one hellacious match but all good things must come to an end.”

VASSA: ”So now that’s two ladies who will be entering the sixty minute fatal fourway Iron Man match at Ante Up to challenge Jason Cashe for the 4CW Championship.”

JOHNSON: ”Two weeks ago it was Felicity Banks and tonight it’s Ramona! The ladies are stepping up and showing their dominance here in 4CW!”

Standing to her feet, Ramona cuts a nasty look at Roxi across the ring before the ref steps in beside her and raises her arm into the air.

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

POWERS: ”And the winner by pinfall, RAMONA LEE EEPPPPSS!!!”

“Pulses” hits the speakers as Ramona jerks her hand away from the ref and walks to the edge of the ring, reaching to the outside and grabbing both of the 4CW Tag Team Championships from a member of the ringside crew. She then turns to look at Roxi with a grin on her face which then leads into a stare as Roxi looks back, shaking her head, more disappointed she let the opportunity slip through her fingers.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!! Raab and Dakota are still going at it in the back!”

JOHNSON: ”I haven’t heard anything official yet but I think it’s a safe bet to say that those two will be meeting in the ring at Ante Up with the 4CW Extreme Championship on the line. This show is already shaping up to top last years.”

Cutting back to the other side of the theater, Raab and Dakota continue to throw down, exchanging punches and slamming into whatever stands in their way. With the crowd spread out around them, they fight within a circle without a concern for anything around them.

JOHNSON: ”Unfortunately we’re out of time folks!”

VASSA: ”Come on! We only need like fifteen more minutes!”

JOHNSON: ”With the way these two have been going at it I don’t think they’re going to stop until we arrive in Las Vegas for Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”So now we have Ramona entering the 4CW Championship match and possibly a Tag Team Championship defense in the same night. She already made a move on Creature Feature and those two alone are plenty enough for anyone. She’s going to have her work cut out for her.”

JOHNSON: ”With being the sole carrier of the Tag Team Championships, maybe she can convince Mr. Wallace to show some sympathy and let her defend the belts before Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”Sympathy? Are you kidding me? Wallace is an asshole and wants the belts on the line at the biggest event of the year. There’s no way he lets that happen.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll just have to wait until two weeks when we head back to Denver, Colorado for the next Adrenaline and see what unfolds.”

VASSA: ”Heading back to Colorado! I love the sound of that! Colorado loves us!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight. Tune in two weeks for another heart racing night of 4CW Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Have fun following up this show tomorrow night!”

Raab and Dakota finally make their way to the back of the theater and disappear into the front area, carrying on the fight to a new environment. With the camera cutting back to the ring, Ramona walks around the ring with both of the 4CW Tag Team Championships held above her head as the fans drown her with boos. With a cocky look on her face, she seems to enjoy it as the camera zooms in to that grin across her face. The picture then slowly fades out as the sounds of the crowd continue and then shift to “Ace of Spades” by Motörhead with the show coming to a close and the final Ante Up advertisement appearing.