ANTE UP II (046)



ANTE UP (046)
JUBILEE THEATER [LAS VEGAS, NEVADA]
JULY 29TH, 2015

PRE-SHOW
SCORPION JAMES VS. LIAM O’SHEA

As the bell rings Scorpion James lunges across the ring, arms outstretched as though trying to grapple for a suplex, but Liam plants his feet and knocks James halfway back across the ring with a standing shoulder block. The moment James is back on his feet O’Shea nails him with a running knee lift, followed quickly by a Samoan drop. James rolls out of the ring to buy himself a few seconds to regroup, rethinking his strategy as the match isn’t going quite to plan.

Liam starts to follow, but the official keeps him in the ring. With Liam and the ref both distracted momentarily, James hops up on the apron and hits O’Shea with a forearm to the spine. Liam goes down on a knee for a few moments and Scorpion James laughs to himself on the outside of the Apron.

O’Shea gets back to his feet, nailing James with a European uppercut and then flipping him clear over the ropes into the ring. James hits the mat hard, laying prone at the edge of the ring, his head extending out past the ropes. Liam rolls out of the ring, getting a running start before delivering a basement dropkick! James recoils, holding his head in pain, as the ref shouts for O’Shea to get back in the ring.

With both men back in the ring, James throws himself at Liam once more, going for a superkick that catches the bigger man in the shoulder. Liam budges, slightly, but just laughs. O’Shea whips James into the corner and holds him in place by the throat, drawing his arm back for what will certainly be a hellacious strike.

WALLACE: “Hold on there just a moment, Liam.”

O’Shea looks up in surprise as 4CW Owner Perry Wallace appears at the top of the ramp.

WALLACE: “Now James, I seem to recall you saying something about how we need to impress you. Well I’m afraid it’s the other way around. I’ve been watching this match from the back, and…”

Wallace extends his arm, his thumb out parallel to the floor like Caesar in the Colosseum.

WALLACE: “I am not impress.”

Wallace turns his thumb downward, sealing James’ fate.

Liam hauls back with his huge fist, punching James square in the face. James crumples to the mat, unconscious, and O’Shea covers for the three count.

Backstage Gabriel Hartman is standing in front of closed a dressing room door. He holds his microphone up to his face, and smiles at the camera.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ante Up: Underground Pre Show-“

Crowd applauds interrupting him briefly.

HARTMAN: ”- I’m standing here with one of the newer acquisitions to the 4CW roster, Shadow.”

As another roar from the crowd is heard, the camera pulls back to reveal the big man standing there with his arms folded across his chestand staring through his sun glasses at the camera. This is their first interview. They both take a moment to let the 4CW universe calm down before Gabriel continues speaking.

HARTMAN: ”Shadow, you had a very impressive debut a few weeks back, taking on Cole Jackson, who is now on the Adrenaline roster. In just a few minutes you’re taking on Jake Orton, a man who has notnhad a good string of luck in the past month. Going into this match, you’ve got to be wondering, what exactly will Orton be willing to do in order to succeed where he’s failed in his past few bouts?”

SHADOW: ”You know you’re absolutely right, Gabriel. I am wondering just that. Because this match is make or break for Orton. He lost to Winters, he lost to Grudge, and you know what they say about doing something three times in a row, its called making it a habit.”

HARTMAN: ”You seem pretty confident tonight, Shadow. What’s your plan of attack?”

SHADOW: ”Plan of attack?” -he rips off his sunglasse- “are you high?”

HARTMAN: ”I… I… I…”

Shadow closes his eyes and chuckles before he smacks the little guy on the back, knocking Gabriel off camera by accident. Shadow doesn’t notice and Hartman is back on his feet in a few seconds.

SHADOW: ”There something you ought to know about me Gabe-“

Still slightly chuckling, he wipes a tear from his eye and then puts his shades back on.

SHADOW: ”- I’m not a ‘plan’ kind of guy. I’m kind of like ‘the hulk’ without the rage issues. Just point me in a direction and enjoy the show. Case in point, just watch.”

As he finishes speaking, Shadow points stage right, and begins to head toward the ring. Gabriel raies the microphone back to his lips. He begins narrating in a somewhat nostalgic tone.

HARTMAN: ”There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to-“

SHADOW: ”You say something?”

The giant abruptly walks back on screen, hismtone of voice was curious not angry. The crowd pops once again as Hartman clams up in surprise. He shakes his head. Shadow shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the right and head off camera again. The scene stays focuses on the silent Gabriel Hartman before fading to black.

We open up to the parking lot where a beaten up limo has arrives. The limo comes to a screeching halt and the passenger waits for a moment as if the driver is gonna let him out. The driver never exits, so the passenger finally steps out and it’s none other than the one they call Money, Maximus Dunn.

Max gets out and is all smiles, but is startled when the limo backfires. Max grabs his bag, throws it over his shoulder, and heads towards the entrance. He gets stopped by Gabe Hartman. Before Gabe can even speak, Max shouts…

“…what a glorious day to be alive! TONIGHT, the biggest event in 4CW goes down and I’m apart of it. Does it get any better than that?!”

Hartman speaks up.

”It actually does, Max, because if you win tonight you become the first ever underground champion. What do you think your odds are tonight?”

With a chuckle, Max responds.

“Odds don’t matter tonight, Gabe. I’ve been beating the odds ever since I made my debut. Hell, I beat some odds just a few hours ago at the roulette table. Lady luck is on my side tonight and I’m gonna throw everything I have at Garrett and Martin!”

Gabe starts to speak again, but Max begins walking off shouting, “WOOO!”

PRE-SHOW
JAKE ORTON VS. SHADOW

The two men fly at one another almost before the bell rings. Jake Orton ducking under an incoming big clothesline to execute a snap suplex. Shadow is back on his feet in a flash and comes back with powerslam that rocks the ring. Before Jake can get up Shadow delivers a knee smash right to his face. Orton rolls away holding his face, but gets back to his feet in the corner. Shadow charges in for The Big Boot, but Jake ducks out of the corner just in time and Shadow’s leg gets hung up on the ropes. Orton capitalizes with a backbreaker and goes for the cover, but only gets one.

Shadow powers to his feet almost immediately after kicking out and drives Jake into the mat wit a spinebuster slam. Orton is a little slow to get to his feet but reverses a belly-to-belly suplex from Shadow into one of his own! The two lock up on the mat and for a moment Jake gets the upper hand, locking on a triangle choke, but Shadow gets to the ropes after just a few seconds. Orton holds on until he last second before disqualification, earning a reprimand from the referee.

The two lock up again in the middle of the ring, Shadow overpowering Jake and hitting an impressive stalling vertical suplex. Orton comes back with a DDT and both men are slow to get up, the official reaching the count of six before both stand at almost the same time. Jake charges in for a bulldog, but Shadow reverses into a chokeslam! Orton struggles to get to his feet, clearly disoriented! Shadow bides his time, waiting for the perfect moment to hit the Dark Star Drop! The official swoops in as Shadow makes the cover for the ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!

PRE-SHOW
JOHN BLADE & LATOYA HIXX
VS.
ANDREW STORM & TRAVIS DEACON HALL

It didn’t take long for this match to pick up the pace. Latoya was using her swiftness and allowing herself to be quicker than Travis Deacon Hall. When Hall made the tag that’s when things started to swing toward Storm and Hall’s way. Storm stepping into the match and immediately going on a tear with a ray of Suplexes and power slams. Latoya finally found a way to tag in Blade. He and Storm was going back and forth.

After a while Hall interferes in the match when the ref isn’t looking. Hitting Blade with a Gore out of nowhere. Latoya tries to interfere but the ref see’s here. Storm and Hall stomping the shit out of Blade before the ref could notice. Storm drags Blade to the middle of the ring and tags in Hall. Hall lifting Blade before connecting with a dropkick and going in for the pin but Latoya breaks it up. Storm steps into the ring and clothesline’s Latoya out of the ring where the two begin to trade blows. Blade looking for a DDT, but Hall pushes Blade off and connects with the Last Call. He goes for the pin and gets the THREE COUNT. Storm sliding back in the ring so they could celebrate.

The Parking garage was already packed with Production Trucks, Vans from various local and National News Teams to cover the big show. The Jubilee Theater was the focus in Las Vegas tonight and it was clear as Cashe poked his head out to see the Sea of Fans still pouring into the building. Laughing some as he pulls away from his peek he takes the 4CW Championship from Tidus Howe who is standing by waiting on Jason.

CASHE: “This place is rocking tonight! Wooo I’m fucking pumped man, I feel like I’ve been juicing, got so much anticipation in me to get out there!”

HOWE: “You’ve not stopped fidgeting since we got here. EARLY mind you! When have you EVER showed up this early? We were here before they finished getting the ring put together!”

Shrugging his shoulders as he stares off at the working ants getting everything in place for the show. Production crew members coming in and out of the trucks, hustling to keep everything in order with no delays or outages. It was an undervalued job in a Professional Wrestling company. They were the Dish Washers of a Promotion, without them the “food” couldn’t be eaten.

CASHE: “Man my whole career even when I am the Champion, I’ve been seen as the Underdog. The uneducated, the look of a homeless man or a street punk before that. I couldn’t hold my own, couldn’t take the throne and time after time I’ve fought through those doubts. From fans, from peers, from allies who turned on me or me on them because of a spotlight. Tonight the spotlight shines down hard on the Championship I am set to defend against 3 others. Ironman Match, 60 minutes. Can I go the distance?”

HOWE: “Of this I have no doubts in my mind. Listen, I have a meeting soon. Did you want to do that with me?”

Adjusting the 4CW Championship, Cashe looks past Tidus, ignoring his question and sees Niobe Martin walking by with a gym bag in hand as she heads for the doors of the building. His eyes glue to her ass as she is tightly dressed in yoga pants that look painted on.

CASHE: “Umm…Uhhh…What were we talking about?”

HOWE: “Your match tonight and the meeting I am having?”

CASHE: “Oh yeah! I’m ready kick the can, dunk the ball, score the game winning touchdown and watch all of my opponents hug the canvas as my hand is raised! Tonight is a night of coming full circle in 4CW, the first repeat Super Show and we are LIVE in Las Vegas Baby! WOooooo! Now I a see a booty on a beauty and I needs to see if I can scratch and sniff…HOLLA!”

Sticking an open palm out and putting it in Tidus Howe’s face, Cashe side steps him and hurries to follow after Niobe Martin. Someone he recently found out had been training with his former Friend and Long time Rival, Johnny Knuckles in Colorado at “The Bakery”. Something about her seemed different since he seen her there and it still caught his eye. Howe stands shaking his head knowing Cashe needs to relax some and chasing tail could be the perfect medicine for that.

As Cashe reaches the door, it pops open before he can open it himself. Out from the building comes Shadow. The two knew each other from their days with APW and as they give each other a standing glance, Cashe waves him off and hurries inside.

PRE-SHOW
GUY RAMBO VS. EL FUTURO

Guy Rambo exploded from the get go in this match, using his strength to wear down on El Futuro so he wouldn’t be able to capitalize on using his speed on the older Rambo. Rambo trying to keep El Futuro on the mat in submissions but Futuro was slithering his way out. Rambo plants El Futuro with a Spinebuster and looks to mount him, El Futuro reversing Guy Rambo and mounting him. He delivers a thunderous elbow to the chin of Rambo, jumping up to his feet and bringing Rambo with him to. He goes for the Snap DDT but Rambo reverses him and crushes Futuro with the Old School.

The Old School wasn’t enough to keep El Futuro down. He kicked out of the pin that could have sealed the deal. He and Guy Rambo going back and forth now. None being able to captilize on a match changing move. That is until El Futuro connects with the RWG. He uses the momentum and follows that up with the El Irresistible Conclusion. He immediately goes for the pin…the ref coming down with the ONE, TWO, THREE!!! El Futuro becoming the winner of this match.

The scene switches backstage where interviewer Gabriel Hartman is standing outside the dressing room reserved for Liam O’Shea and Aidan Carlisle. The usually beady-eyed interviewer looks mildly exasperated, as though he’s been having some difficulty getting his desired scoop. From within the dressing room only indistinct whispers and giggling can be heard. At last Hartman decides to take action, knocking heavily on the door with the side of his fist.

AIDAN: “God dammit, Hartman!”

Gabriel looks confused for several long moments as the sounds within turn to rustling and the door finally opens. Liam has a t-shirt thrown on over his broad torso but otherwise hasn’t changed from his ring gear and Pride Champion Aidan Carlisle is tucked under his arm, wearing her ring pants and an over-sized tee that she obviously borrowed from the much larger O’Shea. Whatever the two were up to, clearly Hartman has interrupted.

HARTMAN: “How did you know it was me?”

AIDAN: “Who else would it be, Gabriel? How can we help you?”

HARTMAN: “I was hoping I might get a few words with Mr. O’Shea—”

LIAM: “Just Liam.”

HARTMAN: “—on his debut victory over Scorpion James. Liam, how do you feel about your first match here in 4CW?”

LIAM: “I feel alive, Hartman, like a man should after he’s beaten another man into unconsciousness. I’m ready for a drink and a little celebrating, but it’s going to have to wait until we’re celebrating Aidan’s victory later too.”

HARTMAN: “Speaking of which, Aidan, any thoughts on your impending match?”

AIDAN: “Gabriel, I’ve said all there is to say about my match and my opponents over the last few weeks. The time for talking is done, and the time for action is fast approaching. This moment however, right here and now, this is Liam’s time. This is his victory and I’m not going to let my match start pushing it aside before it’s even happened.”

HARTMAN: “My apologies. Liam, do you have plans going forward from tonight?”

LIAM: “I’ll fight the next person they put in front of me, Hartman, and the next, and the next after that. I’m here to put me fists to faces. I don’t have grand designs, I don’t need to plot and scheme. The fight is its own reward. I know how to be happy with what I’ve got.”

The less-than-subtle way he squeezes Aidan into his side doesn’t go unnoticed by the cameras.

HARTMAN: “Is there anyone at all you’re hoping to get your hands on?”

LIAM: “Oh, there are a few mouths that seem to be constantly running, Hartman, and I’d love the chance to shut them. I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see if it comes to pass. Now if you’ll excuse us, the lady has a match to prepare for.”

It seems to take a moment for Gabriel to realize that he’s just been dismissed, but as it dawns on him, he slinks off.

LIAM: “Alright, álainn, I suppose that’s the end of your bad behavior. Here, why don’t ye give me the necklace before we forget?”

AIDAN: My bad behavior?! You started it!”

The scene fades as Aidan reaches up to remove the necklace Liam had given her earlier in the week, placing it in his outstretched hand while the dressing room door swings shut behind them.

PRE-SHOW
O’RIAN VS. BLAKE BUCKLEY

As the bell rings the two begin to circle each other in the ring, looking for the proverbial chink in the armor. O’Rian makes the first move, laying Buckley out with a running forearm. Before Blake can get back to his feet the Canadian Lunatic delivers several stomps to one of his knees, looking to start weakening the other man’s leg. The official warns O’Rian off, giving Buckley the chance to get back to his feet. Blake goes for a kick to the gut, but O’Rian catches his leg and takes him down with a dragon screw. He tries to follow up with a knee to the face, but Buckley rolls out of the way just in time.

As soon as both are back on their feet the two run at one another from across the ring. Blake thinks he’s going to go for a lariat takedown but O’Rian leaps up with a dropkick that catches Buckley square in the chest, laying him out on the mat. The Canadian immediately takes advantage with more stomps to the leg. Blake is forced to roll out of the ring to get away. The referee tries to keep O’Rian back, but he leaps between the ropes with a suicide dive that sends both men crashing to the floor! Buckley is holding his leg in obvious pain as O’Rian throws him back into the ring.

As Blake stands, O’Rian leaps onto his back, locking in a sleeper hold. Buckley can barely support the weight of them both. He drives the Canadian back into the turnbuckles several times to get him to let go. The relief is short-lived as O’Rian hits a dropkick right to that injured knee! Blake can barely stand as he struggles back to his feet, keeping his weight on the opposite leg. Buckley bides his time, circling the ring and forcing the Canadian to come to him instead. Black wraps O’Rian up, looking for a possible suplex but O’Rian reverses and hits the Canadian Made, forcing Buckley to tap out!

Money Max is spotted backstage, walking down the corridor, lingering before his big title match. He squints at an individual down the way and it turns out to be El Futuro. Max just smiles as he walks by and glances at the wall where Futuro is staring. Max walks a few steps past, but stops.

“Wait a minute.”

He backs up and looks at the flyer on the wall. The wall mentions a tag team tournament where the winners will not only receive the tag titles, but also $25,000. Futuro turns around, noticing Max looking over his shoulder. Futuro points to the flyer.

FUTURO: “Gran tag team tournament.”

Max runs his hand through beard.

MAX: “Oui, Oui. ”

FUTURO: “Tenemos que saltar en esta cosa.” (translation: we should jump in this thing)

Max begins shaking his head, not knowing any Spanish.

MAX: “Nah, but we should team up and take a stab at this.”

Futuro just shakes his head, but agrees.

FUTURO: “Le permite hacerlo.” (translation: let’s do it)

MAX: “So, what’s it going to be? Are you in?”

Futuro just stares at Max.

FUTURO: “Sí.”

MAX: “Now that’s some Spanish I know! Well, I gotta get going. Great job out there tonight! Bonjour!”

Max walks off with a big smile on his face as Futuro just shakes his head.

PRE-SHOW
TRIPLE THREAT #1 CONTENDER MATCH

JUDD GRUNGE VS. JOHN WINTERS VS. JADA MONTANA

For a few long moments after the bell rings the three opponents just stare at one another, each seemingly debating which of the other two to go after. John Winters makes the first move, dashing at Judd Grunge for a running big boot. Grunge sidesteps at the last second and Winters catches Jada directly in the face, sending her stumbling back into the corner, holding her nose. Winters immediately turns, undeterred, and hits Judd with a clothesline that sends the other man tumbling over to the top rope and out onto the floor. Jada pops out of the corner and catches Scar on the chin with a spinning wheel kick just as he turns back from the ropes.

With Grunge still down on the outside, Winters and Montana start trading blows. John grabs Jada’s arm and doesn’t let go as he nails her with a series of short arm clotheslines. Jada finally breaks free and fires off a spinning neckbreaker. Winters leaps back to his feet and whips Jada into the ropes, flipping her to the mat with a back body drop on the rebound. Scar looks to capitalize with some stomps, but Montana takes him down with a drop toe hold and follows with an elbow drop. As Jada goes to bounce off the ropes, Grunge leaps up onto the apron and nails her with a headbutt that lays her out on the mat!

With Montana out of the way, Judd hops over the ropes with a slingshot leg drop that hits home on Winters. Scar gets back to his feet quickly as Grunge crosses the ring and charges at him. Using Judd’s momentum Winters hits a scoop powerslam that shakes the whole ring. John is quick to follow with a few fist drops. As he goes for another Grunge rolls out of the way and Winters hits nothing but the canvas. Judd pulls him to his feet and locks him up for a stalling suplex!

As Grunge is still holding Winters vertical Jada comes in from behind with a chop block to the knee. Judd goes down hard with John Winters crashing down on top of him! Montana shoves Scar off of Grunge and then climbs the turnbuckle, flying off with a Swanton Bomb and hooking the leg for the win, ONE, TWO, THREE!!!

Outside of the Jubilee Theater there was nothing but excitement going on along the whole strip. Fans seeing the camera crew and going apeshit. A loud horn honks stirring up everyones attention as Lo’Renzo Porter’s bus Foxy Treeapatra pulls up into view. The bus doors swinging open and nothing but smoke trails out. Lo’Renzo steps off the bus dressed in a black and white suit. Smile to his face as he see’s the camera crew.

FLIPP: “Wus good y’all? Mannnn outchea is lit right now. This juss the pre-show. Mad I done miss some of it. Damn servicre was acting up.”

He signs a few autographs while continuing to speak.

FLIPP: “I’m juss excited to be back here at the Jubilee. Vegas has been good to the boy man. I know everybody outchea ready for that Pride Gauntlet coming up in a few.”

There is a cheer from the crowd.

FLIPP: “That’s what’s up…tryna make history out there for y’all tonight. Know how we get down.”

He finishes up signing autographs and makes his way inside the Jubilee Theater. The camera crew follows.

FLIPP: “I ain’t wanna hold y’all up any longer from this fiye match that coming up, but aye get all yo trees, yo drinks, food, snacks, get everything cuz we boutta have a ball out there. Catch you later.”

He chunks up the deuces as the camera begins to fade.

PRE-SHOW
UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

ROBERT GARRETT VS. MAXIMUS DUNN VS. NIOBE MARTIN

The big screen lights up with a picture of Robert Garrett with a smirk on his face, with fancy text under it stating “The Natural” before his theme cuts in and the speakers start to blare the start of the song.

“WE WERE BORN TO RISE”

As the music cuts in Robert steps out and nods his head to the music. The crowd starts their boos showing an obvious dislike for the superstar. He puts his arms up and slicks back his hair while looking around at the crowd. The Natural One grabs his wrist adjusting the tape and it before taking the walk to the ring.

POWERS: ”Our following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Underground Championship. Coming to the ring first from Columbus, Ohio, “The Natural” Robert Garrett!”

“So what you know about sacrifice when the lights go out?

The price to pay when you’re digging down

The skin of your teeth and the blade in your back

What you know about hope? What you know about that?”

Rob walks down the ramp ignoring the few fans asking for high-fives but stopping at any person he sees with their camera out, posing for them. Once he gets to the ring he slides in before getting up on one knee. Observing the crowd, he throws his arms into the air making the golden fireworks sprinkle from above the ring showering him. The Natural One then stands up while taking in the boos of all the people observing him before going over to his corner and sitting on the top turnbuckle facing the ramp.

VASSA: ”Here’s our first competitor in this triple threat for the 4CW Underground Championship!”

JOHNSON: ”Garrett didn’t out right win a contender match but he stole the briefcase that Max won and forced his way into the match up tonight.”

VASSA: ”I know the blood is boiling with these three involved but it all comes to an end tonight.”

The Gambler hits and as soon as it does, we see the appearance of Money Max emerge in the distance away from the ring. The fans begin to clap along to the song as Max begins to make his way to the ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Las Vegas, Nevada, Maximus Dunn!”

Max’s eyes are open wide, taking in the spectacle that surrounds him. He hops up onto the apron and turns to face the crowd one last time, with a smile on his face before hopping in and prepping himself for the start of the match.

JOHNSON: ”Here he is, the man who won the first contender match and pulled the briefcase down that was hanging above the ring in a ladder match only to have it taken away from him in the blink of an eye.”

VASSA: ”Lets not forget that Garrett cost him a match a few weeks ago against Judd Grunge.”

JOHNSON: ”That he did and I’m sure Max will look to get his revenge here tonight.”

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

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

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

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

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

“Dragged you down below”

“Down to the devils show”

“To be his guest forever”

“Peace of mind is less than never..”

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

VASSA: ”It’s always a joy to see Niobe in action and tonight is no different. She has been on fire since coming to Underground and has earned her spot in this match tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”I think it’s safe to say that Niobe has found her place here and has proven to be a dominant force in the ring.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref holds the 4CW Underground Championship above his head while turning to each set of ropes for the crowd to see. After walking to the edge of the ring and handing the belt to a member of the ringside crew on the outside, he slowly makes his way back to the center. Checking with each corner and getting the nod, the ref then throws his arm in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

At the familiar tone, all three wrestlers leave their corners and approach each other in the center of the ring. Max makes the first move and lunges towards Garrett, connecting with a hard right to the jaw and knocking him back a few steps. Before Max can fully pull his arm back, Niobe grabs ahold of his wrist. Holding his arm up, she then kicks him in the side of the ribs. With his arm still in her grip, she pulls him close, bends over and flips him over her back and down to the mat. Quickly letting go of Max’s arm, she then pops back up and plants her elbow into Garrett’s mouth, knocking him off balance. Before Garrett can get his feet settled, Niobe shoots in flips him over to his back with a fireman’s carry takedown.

JOHNSON: ”We’re off to a quick start with this Underground Championship!”

VASSA: ”Of course we are! Who wouldn’t want to be the first ever 4CW Underground champion?”

Niobe then goes to grab Garrett’s head but as she does, he kicks his foot up and plants it right into her forehead. Falling to her back, Niobe holds her head in pain, leaving Garrett time to get to his feet. Once up, Garrett takes a few steps back. After planting his feet, he then takes a couple of steps forward and kicks his leg, driving his foot into the side of Niobe’s head with a punt. Before he can make his next move, Max sneaks in behind him and spins him around. After kicking Garrett in the stomach and forcing him to bend over, Max gets him in a double underhook and then drops his head to the canvas with a DDT.

VASSA: ”That was a brutal DDT from Max!”

JOHNSON: ”It really was, Vinny! Robert didn’t even see it coming.”

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t be so sure about that. He saw the mat getting closer and closer before crashing into it face first.”

Back on his feet, Max makes his way over to Niobe and grabs her by the head, pulling her up to both feet. He then locks onto her arm and then pulls her towards him, steps out of the way and throws her to the corner across the ring. After hitting the corner full speed, Niobe’s feet lift up from the canvas as Max then takes off towards her. Once getting in range, Max leaps into the air to go for a splash but crashes into the turnbuckle as Niobe rolls against the ropes and moves out of the way. Shaking it off, Max slowly turns around but as he does, Niobe connects with a stiff punch to the jaw. She then lifts him up, turns around and plants him into the canvas with a spinebuster.

With Max laid out on his back, Niobe notices Garrett getting up in the corner of her eye. She then pushes herself up and takes off towards him. With Garrett up to one knee, Niobe leaps into the air, diving towards him and nearly decapitates him with a flying clothesline. With Garrett flat on his back in a daze, Niobe then makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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VASSA: ”NNOOO!!!”

Before the refs hand can slap the mat for the third time, Max breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of Niobe’s head. Max then goes on a killing spree with swift kicks and stomps to the back of her head and shoulder until finally rolling her off of Garrett. Max then reaches down and grabs Garrett by the arm and jerks him up to his feet. Max then pulls him in close and connects with a quick headbutt, stunning Garrett even more. Max then turns to the ropes behind him and hits them hard, coming back with speed. With Garrett dazed from the headbutt, Max then wipes him off of his feet with a Yakuza Kick.

VASSA: ”That looked familiar. Like I remember someone who used to be in management that used that move.”

JOHNSON: ”I did hear that Max has been training with our former General Manager, Khris Young. That move right there was what he liked to refer to as Poetic Justice.”

VASSA: ”Khris Young, it’s a shame he had to step away from management here. I get it though, being on the road is tough. I can only imagine how tough when you have a family back home.”

Max slowly gets up to his feet and looks down at Garrett, laid out on his back in front of him. Reaching down to grab him by the head, Max gets surprised as Niobe runs into the picture and kicks her foot up, planting her boot right in the center of his forehead. After taking the blunt kick to the face, Max shoots straight up and his eyes wide open, seeing stars. Niobe then moves in swiftly and wraps up his head before flipping him over to his back beside Garrett with a snapmare. Standing back up, Niobe then turns to the corner and quickly rushes over to it. After ascending to the top, she looks down at Max and Garrett who are still on their backs side by side. She then jumps straight into the air and does a front flip and comes down with a 450 revolution. Just as she is about to land across both men, Max lifts both of his knees up and catches her in the stomach as she comes down.

JOHNSON: ”Max stopped Niobe from executing the Hallucination!”

VASSA: ”She was about to land that beautiful move on both men!”

JOHNSON: ”She was but Max just wasn’t going to let that happen!”

After bouncing off of Max’s knees, Niobe flips over and lands on her back with a thud. Max and Niobe then both slowly begin to get up, both sluggish and worn down from the match. Standing to his feet, first, Max reaches across Garrett and grabs Niobe by the head and helps her the rest of the way up. He then holds her head with one hand and plants his fist across her cheek with the other. Niobe then fires back with a punch of her own and connects to side of Max’s head, breaking up his hold on her. The two then go back and forth for a moment, exchanging lefts and rights. After a few moments pass and the two have beaten the life out of one another, Niobe slaps Max across the mouth and sends a sharp flesh sound piercing through the crowds cheers.

Niobe then turns to the ropes behind her and takes off and as she does, Max takes off to the ropes behind him. Both hit the ropes at the same time and then blast towards each other with momentum. With Garrett still down in the center of the ring, the two then leap into the air and fly at one another as if they were joisting. Niobe extends her arm to the side and so does Max and as the two connect, they wipe each other out with a clothesline.

VASSA: ”HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: ”DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!”

After nearly taking the others head off, both Max and Niobe crash to the canvas, one on each side of Garrett and each of their arms draped over him. The ref looks down at what could be a double pin for a moment, scratching his head as to what he should do. After a few moments pass, a few seconds waste, the ref then drops down and proceeds with the count.

ONE

VASSA: ”Who’s got the pin?”

TWO

JOHNSON: ”Who’s the ref counting for?!”

THREE!!!

VASSA: ”WHAT THE HELL?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”Who won it?”

The ref then stands to both feet and looks down at the three, still down and out but Max and Niobe with an arm draped over Garrett. The ref then grabs ahold of the small mic attached to the inside of his shirt. After his lips come to a complete stop, the bell then sounds.

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

POWERS: ”The following contest has been considered a draw between Max Dunn and Niobe Martin!”

VASSA: ”A DRAW?!”

JOHNSON: ”How can this be a draw? This is a championship match!”

VASSA: ”Leave it to our dependable ref, Christopher Salieri, to make the outstanding call in this one!”

JOHNSON: ”A draw? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The beautiful opening notes of Ennio Morricone’s “The Ecstasy of Gold” begins to play out of the arena. The curtain parts open and out walks Brody Lee Prince, the General Manager of Adrenaline, he is wearing a really nice black suit with a white pinstripe and matching tie. This of course all ties back to his black stetson hat which he is always wearing. Brody Lee also has a microphone in hand and as the music dies down along with the boos from the crowd the GM holds it up to his lips.

BRODY LEE: “I am not out here to reverse the decision of this match, I am going to be backing the referee’s call and say that this championship match is indeed a draw.”

That gets some heat from this crowd who feel a little bit slighted by this outcome.

BRODY LEE: “Now… now… before you all get your panties in a know out there, I have come up with the perfect solution for this match. Ante Up is one hell of a stacked card, and I don’t really think it to be fair for a rematch of any kind to take place tonight. Honestly, the Underground Title needs a little more attention than to be lost in the amazing line up we have for you.”

JOHNSON: ”Where’s he going with this, exactly?”

VASSA: ”No idea, but I agree with the man so far.

BRODY LEE: “So, as General Manager I have decided that on the next episode of Adrenaline… Maximus Dunn will go one on one with Niobe Martin and there will be a winner and Underground Champion crowned.”

With that Brody Lee drops the mic and blows kisses towards the crowd as the makes his way back behind the curtain in his fancy looking suit.

The shot opens back in the small make up department of 4CW where some of the lesser stars, ones not given their own private quarters were getting ready for the show. Or for some others, recovering from it. Ramona popped into the frame briefly and began rummaging through a set of rolling drawers that belonged to some of the hair and make up department. The stylists were giving her no trouble about it anyways and she eventually pulls out just a single hair tie.

Somewhere along the line Ramona had lost hers and now she used this one to pull back her long dark brown mane of hair into a ponytail which she cinches tightly down against the back of her head. With two matches on the card tonight she has no time to spare and is already dressed for battle. Tonight she’s set to fight in a pair of black jean shorts over some fishnets and a midriff revealing halter top. The front ‘chest-al’ region is decorated with the image of playing cards arranged in the order of a full house hand.

After one last quick peek into one of the mirrors to make sure her makeup was the same as it was five minutes ago she turns to leave. Seemingly appearing from no where as he was sometimes known to do Gabriel Hartman was now in her path, ready to make one of his many interviews for the night surely. The current Tag Team Champion twice over doesn’t seem particularly thrilled at his sight, but her shoulders sag in slight defeat.

RAMONA: “Alright Hartman, let’s just get this over with…”

HARTMAN: “Well, if you don’t want to I suppose I can just go over and interview..”

He looks over her shoulder to see who else was in the area.

HARTMAN: “..Robert Garrett over there..”

Crossing her arms beneath her chest Ramona gives the interviewer a deadpan look, not buying the bluff.

RAMONA: “Go on and do that, I’m sure everyone’s dying to hear from Robert. Right?”

This time it’s Hartman with the look of defeat and he doesn’t even need to dignify the woman’s comments with their appropriate confirmation. Rather he just begins to get on with what he came here for.

HARTMAN: “For some 4CW viewers who may not be aware you were in attendance at Boardwalk Wrestling last night for the revelation of something rather special. What was the announcement made?”

RAMONA: “Yes indeed, for those not in the know … yesterday I appeared on Boardwalk Live as Michael Pettis was making the announcement that once again the Boardwalk Rumble will be taking place in August. And while he was announcing the first seven participants there was one VERY special one whom I dare say may have just out shined all the others. Me!”

HARTMAN: “And what lead to the decision to participate in the rumble while you have so much going on in 4 Corners Wrestling?”

RAMONA: “It’s a no-brainer. The last time I was in Boardwalk I did what some would consider the impossible and so I figured why not go back and do it again? And this time while the reward for winning the Boardwalk Rumble itself isn’t monetary, I actually think it’s worth a little more than any cash prize to be honest.

Some people crack under pressure. Me? I feel like I flourish and if I have a shot at something as awesome as taking on the best of Boardwalk on for the chance at their top title than I’m not going to turn it down. This has been a decision a week or so in the making and I didn’t take it lightly. And hey, 4CW does need an attractive face out there representing itself in other companies. I would be letting this place down if I didn’t try and make us look great when the opportunities arise.”

HARTMAN: “And is that all going to be weighing on your mind tonight?”

She sniggers.

RAMONA: “Nope, and it wasn’t until you just brought it all up a minute ago. A match that’s a month away has no priority over two definite matches tonight. Folks seem to have an idea that I’m going to be distracted of off my game because I’m busy, but the fact is that it’s just about everyone else who’s coming into this event that’s going to be out of their comfort zone.

Vegas is where I reside whenever I’m not busy with my career, the fact that I’ve been able to stay in this city longer than normal in preparation for this match means I’m probably the most well rested individual on the roster. This town is great but I can indulge in its sin and debauchery whenever I want. These other folks? They probably showed up here a day or so ago, went right from McCarran Airport to the bright lights on the Strip and as we speak are trying to wash the scent of strippers and lost money off of them.

This has been a really great talk though Gabey boy, thanks. But I should probably get going. Stretches to do and all that.”

As she begins to walk off Hartman moves in front of her to impede her path.

HARTMAN: “One last question! If you lose in the Main Event tonight what are you going to do?”

The look on Ramona’s face is pure indignation.

RAMONA: “I’ll do what I did the other two times I’ve lost. Come back bigger and better than ever! But I don’t foresee a loss being in the hand I’ve been dealt tonight. Now go along and have a great night, after all, you’re in Vegas!”

She gives Gabriel Hartman two friendly taps on the cheek before stepping around him. This time she is able to leave without interruption. Hartman lowers his mic and the camera feed switches.

OPENING MATCH
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
GAUNTLET MATCH

AIDAN CARLISLE © VS. RPG VS.
LO’RENZO PORTER VS. BRENNAN DEVLIN

JOHNSON: ”It’s now time for our opening match of the main Ante Up card! With so many matches booked between the pre-show and the main card, we decided to skip the intros this evening and jump straight into the action!”

VASSA: ”I can’t express how happy that makes me! Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy talking it up with you before every show but tonight, I just want to jump right into the action.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t blame you, Vinny. Ante Up has been the most talked about event of the summer and could very well be the biggest wrestling event of the year. I don’t mean for 4CW either but for the wrestling business as a whole.”

VASSA: ”There’s no doubt about that! Just a year ago we held the first Ante Up, the first ever 4CW super-show and over that time we have continued to grow into the powerhouse that we are today. We have some of the best talent in the business. We have the overall best roster in this sport. Things here are top notch and tonight everyone is putting it on the line for Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: ”Well now that the pre-show is over, it’s time to get things started with the Gauntlet for the 4CW Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”We’re kicking this main card off big like we always do but this could very well be the best opening match we have seen to date.”

JOHNSON: ”It has become some sort of tradition for us in 4CW to kick off events with big matches and I can’t think of anything bigger than the Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle, defending the belt against not one, not two but three people in a Gauntlet match.”

VASSA: ”She would defend it against three but then again she could only defend against one. This match is stacked with talent from top to bottom. We have RPG who has been on a hot streak as of late and just recently defeated the 4CW Extreme Champion, Dakota Smith. Then we have Brennan Devlin who has been putting in work ever since coming up short with his 4CW Championship Qualifying match. Last I checked, him and RPG have some unsettled business and I’m hoping we get to see that come into play at one point or another. “

JOHNSON: ”It will be a tough one for RPG and Devlin to collide in that ring because RPG will kick things off with Aidan to begin with. Then up next in line we have the former Pride Champion, Lo’Renzo Porter coming into the match. After taking a short break to clear his head I’m glad that he has returned to us and has done so in big fashion.”

VASSA: ”It’s always a pleasure to watch Flipp in that ring and after losing the belt at South Beach Brawl, I’m sure he will be on top of his game with a lot to prove tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Our last entrant in this Gauntlet will be Brennan Devlin who some could say has the best position out of anyone else competing.”

VASSA: ”He absolutely does. Who wouldn’t want to be last in the ring in a match like this. He’ll come in fresh while whoever advances that far will have at least one match under their belt already.”

JOHNSON: ”At least one but we have two people who could go into the final round with two matches under their belts and that’s RPG and the champ, Aidan Carlisle.”

VASSA: ”Aidan wanted to up the ante for tonight’s Gauntlet by being the first person in this thing. She’s putting it all on the line tonight! This could also come to bite her in the ass but from what she’s shown so far, she’s up for the challenge and wants to add a little prestige to the current championship reign of hers.”

JOHNSON: ”So that’s the match folks. We all know what’s at stake tonight for everyone involved and the only thing left to do now is play the hand we’ve been dealt. I’m excited!”

VASSA: ”You and me both, you and me both.”

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s it for the introductions. Lets get down to business. Take it away Mike Powers!”

Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” rather than her usual theme fill the theater. Wearing her heavily spiked and studded special event attire, she holds the 4CW Pride Championship high in the air as she stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights. She smirks like a predator from ear to ear as the cheers from the crowd and the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.

“This is war time, this is our time

We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside

This is go time, this is showtime

We will fight ’til their wills are broken

This is game time, and insane time

Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied

Find the power, to devour

Let the beast inside now be woken

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 CAAARLIIISLEEE!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive

Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive

Feel the energy build in your soul

‘Cause it’s time

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.

“Oh, In the calm before the storm

Another legend will be born

Another battle will be won

We will rise

Oh, So heed the call of confrontation

Today we feed on domination

Secure a legacy that will never die

Be immortalized”

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 before slapping the face plate of the Pride Champion that she is determined to retain.

VASSA: ”There’s our Pride champion ladies and gentlemen. Aidan has been very impressive since signing with 4CW and will have the biggest challenge of her tenure here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about that, Vinny. She’s rolled through the competition and only has one loss on her record and one draw but other than that, it’s been all wins.”

VASSA: ”She’s made some history too since becoming the 4CW Pride Champion. He is the first EVER female singles champion the company has ever seen. You know I love women Steve but I love them even more when they have gold around their waist.”

JOHNSON: ”We know you are quite fond of the ladies, Vinny. There’s no telling us that.”

VASSA: ”I likes what I see!”

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.

VASSA: ”RPG in the house!”

JOHNSON: ”RPG is a former 4CW Tag Team Champion and knows what that 4CW gold tastes like. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s hungry and wants to taste it again tonight.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention but he claims to be the 4CW Extreme Champion although Dakota Smith currently holds the championship.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll let him take that up with Dakota or maybe even Raab after tonight but right now, his focus should be on this match and this match alone.”

VASSA: ”There’s no doubt that he’s focused. I mean look at him! The man is a freaking machine!”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll see what he’s made of tonight as he’ll be starting things off with the Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle!”

With the Pride Championship in hand, the ref stands in the center of the ring and holds it above his head, turning to each set of ropes and displaying it for the entire crowd in attendance. He then walks to the edge of the ring and hands it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. Walking back to the center of the ring, the ref looks to each corner for the nod and then throws his hand in the air for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Racing out of his corner, RPG charges towards Aidan full speed. Once in range, RPG lunges towards her only to miss as she dodges contact and side steps out of the way. Planting his hands onto the top ropes, RPG pushes himself away, spins around and throws a wild backhand at Aidan’s head. With his hand closing in on her face, Aidan quickly ducks underneath the attack and fires with an elbow smash to his ribs. She then lifts him up and throws him down to the canvas with a scoop slam. With RPG’s head at her feet, Aidan then comes down on his forehead with a knee drop, planting it into his skull. She then climbs on top of him and unloads with a combination of lefts and rights, knocking him from both directions as he can barely fend off one for every two landed.

Aidan then draws back for a knockout punch but as she swings down, RPG locks onto her arm, stopping her fist from making contact. He then rolls his body and throws her off of him, freeing himself up. The two then race to get to their feet, RPG being the first standing. With Aidan only up to one knee, RPG grabs her by the head with both hands and then drives his knee upward, crushing it against her face and knocking her backwards to the canvas flat on her back. RPG then goes to work with multiple stomps to Aidan’s feet and ankles. After turning his focus to her right foot and stomping on it solely for a few times, he then grabs ahold of it and lifts it up from the mat. Locking onto it with both hands, RPG goes to roll her over with an ankle lock but gets stopped as Aidan kicks her free leg forward and planting it into his chest and knocking him away.

Aidan then quickly rolls over to her stomach and pushes herself up. Before she can get to her feet, RPG is right there to hit her across the top of her back with a double axe handle, knocking her back to the canvas. Grabbing a handful of hair, RPG then pulls Aidan up to her feet. After standing her up, he then grabs onto the back of her head with one hand and swings forward with his other arm, hitting her in the chops with a European uppercut. RPG then steps in beside Aidan and goes to pick her up but as he does, Aidan swings her elbow to the side and drives it into his mouth, breaking up his attempt. Aidan then locks onto his head with both hands and then spins her body, dropping RPG to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.

VASSA: ”She put a quick end to whatever he was about to do!”

JOHNSON: ”These two are going hard at it from the start, fighting to take control and gain momentum from the jump.”

VASSA: ”With the possibility of two matches following, it’s only smart to try and end this first one quickly and save some energy for the next two rounds.”

JOHNSON: ”As you can see, sometimes that’s easier said than done.”

Back to her feet, Aidan grabs RPG by the head and pulls him up to his feet. With him held up by the back of his head with one hand, Aidan swings her free arm forward and smashes her elbow into his face. After getting knocked back a couple of steps, RPG then plants his feet and then lunges forward with a right hook. Ducking underneath and side stepping, Aidan positions herself behind RPG and thing lifts him up and drops him across her knee with an atomic drop. With the pain shooting up his spine, RPG stiffens up as his body straightens, taking a few steps forward. Aidan then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. After bouncing off and coming back with momentum, Aiden wraps her arm around the back of RPG’s head and plants his face into the mat with a bulldog. She then rolls him over to his back and makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Not wasting anytime to argue or complain about the count, Aidan pushes herself up while digging her fist into RPG’s chest. She then kicks him a few times while he’s down before grabbing ahold of his arm and shoulder to pull him up to his feet. She then locks onto his wrist and pulls him close while stepping out of the way and releasing him to the ropes behind. As RPG hits the ropes and comes back, Aidan bends over to flip him up and over her back but as she does, RPG stops in his tracks, grabs two handfuls of hair and then throws her head backwards, slamming her to her back on the mat. RPG then grabs ahold of her legs and locks in a Cloverleaf while turning her over to her stomach and sitting on her back. The ref quickly moves in to check with Aidan for a submission as RPG cranks down on the pressure and tries to end it once and for all. After a few moments pass and Aidan has yet to submit, RPG tries to stand with the move in tact and gain a better position on top of her back for leverage. Taking the weight off of her back, Aidan then kicks both legs forward, sending RPG flipping over to his back and breaking the hold.

The two then begin to push themselves up but like the last time they were in this race, RPG makes it up first. With Aidan bent over and her back facing the ceiling, RPG then unloads with a combination of forearm smashes across the top of her back, keeping her down on all fours unable to get up. He then grabs onto her head with both hands and pulls her up to her feet and as he does, he then drives his knee upward and plants it into her stomach, knocking the air out from her lungs. RPG then grabs onto her wrist and throws her to the corner across the ring. After crashing against the turnbuckle with a thud, Aidan’s feet lift up from the mat and as they touch down, RPG is right there to rattle her brain with a running clothesline. With Aidan dazed in the corner, RPG then unloads with a combination of punches to both the head and body. After slowly wearing Aidan down to a sitting position in the corner, he then grabs onto the top ropes with both hands and pulls himself inward, driving his knee into her face.

JOHNSON: ”Aidan is going to feel that in the morning!”

VASSA: ”These two have been back trying to knock the other one out. RPG has her right where he wants her now.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh wait, he’s picking her up!”

RPG pulls Aidan up from the sitting position and then lifts her up and places her onto the top of the turnbuckle. RPG then begins to climb up to the second rope. Out of nowhere, AIdan throws a hard right hand and knocks him off balance. Before RPG loses his footing and falls backwards, Aidan grabs him by the shoulders and then pushes him away. RPG flies away from the corner but manages to land on his feet. Just as he looks up, Aidan leaps from the corner and goes for a crossbody. Quick on his feet, RPG catches Aidan in a horizontal position and then slowly backs to the center of the ring with her in his clinches. He then lifts her up to chest level and drops her down across his knee with a backbreaker. Aidan bounces off, flips over and smacks the canvas face first. With one thing on his mind and that being advancing, RPG rolls Aidan over to her back and then makes the cover.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Looking up at the ref in disappointment, RPG shakes his head back and forth while exchanging a few words with the ref. He then pushes himself up and as he does, he presses his closed fist against Aidan’s face. Once up to his feet, RPG then swings down a few times, connecting with body crushing punches. He then grabs Aidan by the head and rolls her over and lifts her up to her feet. With Aidan wobbling on her feet, RPG swings with a hard right and connects to the side of her head, knocking her back a step but not down. RPG then turns to the ropes behind him and takes off. After hitting them and coming back with speed, RPG leaps into the air and goes for his flying knee,

JOHNSON: ”RG-KNEE!!!”

VASSA: ”NNOOO!!!”

At the last possible split second, Aidan rolls out of the way and avoids contact. Coming back to her feet, she turns to face RPG before he even lands and can turn around. Once he does, Aidan jumps towards him feet first and turns her body to face the mat. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pushes her upper body up from the mat and then comes back down, flipping RPG over and slamming his face down with a wheelbarrow facebuster.

JOHNSON: ”The RAIN OF PAIN!!!”

VASSA: ”This might be it! She’s going for the pin!”

After rolling RPG over to his back, Aidan makes the cover and hooks his leg as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

ROYCE PAXTON GRIFFIN ELIMINATED

JOHNSON: ”That’s one down and two more to go!”

VASSA: ”Too bad for RPG, I was really hoping he could do some damage tonight. I mainly wanted to see him and Devlin go head to head in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”It won’t happen tonight but hopefully we can see that match down the road.”

VASSA: ”You don’t know that for sure. Anything is bound to happen. RPG and Devlin could go at it again whether it be backstage, in the parking lot or where ever, it doesn’t matter.”

The ref helps RPG roll to the edge of the ring where members of the ringside crew await him. After helping him get down, they assist him away from ringside and walk him to the back. Standing to her feet, Aidan walks over to her corner and rest against the turnbuckle, awaiting Flipp who will come out next.

JOHNSON: ”Next up we have Flipp who will come out and we’ll finally get to see the rematch between these two.”

VASSA: ”We last saw these two go head to head at South Beach Brawl where Aidan defeated Flipp for the Pride Championship. I’ve been hoping for the possibility of this match up since Flipp won the last qualifying match.”

JOHNSON: ”Well look no further because it’s about to go down right here in front of us and everyone watching.”

“Glory” by Lil Wayne begins playing causing a stir of cheers as Lo’Renzo Porter steps out onto the stage dressed in ty-die knee length trunks and custom made blue and grey DC wrestling kicks. He taps his chest a few times before smiling, raising his left hand to his face.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from St. Matthews, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, LO’RENZO PPOORRTTEERR!!!

He begins making his way down the ramp, pausing to sign a few autographs before continuing his way to the ring, slapping hands as he does. He steps inside the ring where he spins in a circle before coming to a knee in the center of the ring. He crosses his chest before looking up and looking out at the crowd to his right.

He jumps up to his feet, jumping up and down getting the crowd hype before he crosses his chest and points up to the rafters once more. He runs up a turnbuckle before faking the back flip he normally does, instead he points out to the crowd before saluting them, taking his bandanna from around his dreads and throwing it into the crowd. Setting up in his corner he closes his eyes for a few seconds before letting out a deep breathe, waiting for the second round to begin..

VASSA: ”THERE HE IS!!!”

JOHNSON: ”There has been a lot of talk about Flipp being the so called Chosen One whatever that means.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know what they’re talking about. He had to earn his spot in this match. He wasn’t given a rematch although he should have been because he did in fact defend the championship successfully at Winter Wasteland.”

JOHNSON: ”People will say anything but there’s no denying that Flipp deserves to be in this match tonight. As you said, he earned his spot in this match. It wasn’t given to him.”

VASSA: ”People cray-cray!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what that means but we’ll roll with it. But right now, it’s time to get this second round of the Gauntlet started.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with Flipp and gets the nod without hesitation. He then looks over to Aidan who is still catching her breath. With determination in her eyes, Aidan nods at the ref and then pushes herself away from the corner. The ref then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With their eyes locked on one another, both Aidan and Flipp approach each other slowly in the center of the ring. Standing toe to toe, they look each other up and down before Flipp extends his hand out to shake before they tango. Pausing for a brief moment, Aidan then extends her hand and the two shake right then and there as a sign of sportsmanship before getting started. Backing a couple of steps away from each other, the two then circle the center of the ring for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. After making two full revolutions, the two then lunge forward at one another and lock up. Struggling to gain leverage, the two fight each other in a test of strength. Taking the lead, Flipp pulls Aidan’s head down, wraps his arm around it and applies a side headlock with her held tightly against his body. He then begins to punch with his free hand, connecting with back to back blows to the top of her head.

After taking a few punches to the top of the head, Aidan plants both of her hands in Flipp’s back and then with all of her strength, she pushes him forward and breaks the hold around her head. Turning around quickly with his arms held high, Flipp takes a quick kick to the stomach from Aidan. As he lunges over from the blow, Aidan then wraps her arms around his head and flips him over to his back with a snapmare. With Flipp’s head right there at her feet, Aidan then swings down with power and cracks him across the jaw with a hard right. Not satisfied with the damage dealt, Aidan then swings again with another and then another before finally stunning Flipp briefly. She then stands to her feet and locks onto his head with both hands and pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, Aidan then throws him to the ropes across the ring. As Flipp bounces off and comes back, Aidan then takes a could of quick steps forward to gain momentum and then jumps into the air, flips upside down and locks her legs around Flipp’s head. Using her momentum to her advantage, she then swings her body, flips Flipp up from his feet and sends him flying across the ring with a head scissors takedown.

VASSA: ”I don’t think it’s possible to even make that move look more flawless than she just did.”

JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about it, Aidan takes pride in everything that she does in the ring. She puts in the time and effort into her training and it shows each and every time she steps in that ring.”

VASSA: ”You’re absolutely right about that.”

Back to her feet, Aidan doesn’t waste anytime and quickly moves in on Flipp before he can get back to his feet. Jumping into the air, she comes down with an elbow drop across his chest. After rolling over and pushing herself back up, she then pulls Flipp up as well. Once up to his feet, Flipp swats away Aidan’s hands, breaking her grip on him. He then grabs her arm and pulls her in closely while driving his knee upward into her stomach. With the breath knocked out of Aidan, Flipp then wraps his arms around her tightly. With her in his clinches, Flipp then lifts her up from her feet and then slams her down to her back with a belly to belly suplex that rattles the entire ring. Rolling over to his side, Flipp looks up at the ceiling for a moment while he catches his breath with Aidan in a world of pain beside him. He then leans up to a sitting position with his elbows on his knees to take another couple of seconds to catch a breather.

After pushing himself up to both feet, Flipp reaches down and grabs Aidan by the shoulder and head, pulling her up to both feet. He then lifts her up onto his shoulders and then drops her to the mat with a Samoan Driver. With Aidan on her back, Flipp crawls on top of her to make the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THR… KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”SO CLOSE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”For a second there I thought we were about to advance to round three but there’s still some fight left in Aidan.”

VASSA: ”She’s been hard at it from the first bell. There’s no doubt that she’s tired but I know she still has plenty left in the tank.”

Instead of wasting any time to argue with the ref, Flipp brushes it off and then pushes himself up. He then looks to the corner behind him and turns around to make his way over to it. Climbing up to the top, Flipp turns around to face the ring, looking down at Aidan who is just barely beginning to move and get up. Waiting patiently, Flipp keeps his eyes locked on her as the electric crowd roars in the background. Once Aidan stands to her feet, Flipp then leaps from the top rope with serious air and flies towards her, going for a Superman punch. Quickly taking notice, Aidan steps out of the way and then locks her arms around Flipp’s extended arm. In a fluid motion, the then pulls him over her shoulder and slams him to the canvas with force.

Taking a few steps back, Aidan catches her breath while Flipp rolls back and forth, showing signs of pain in his back from the crash into the canvas. Flipp then plants both hands into the mat and pushes himself up to a sitting position but as his head comes up, Aidan charges at him full speed and tries to knock it off of his shoulders with a sliding clothesline. With a new burst of energy, Aidan pops back up to her feet and quickly turns to Flipp. She rolls him over to his stomach and then stands over him with him in between her legs. Grabbing onto each of his wrists, She then pulls his upper body up from the mat and places her foot on the back of his head. After holding him in the position for a few brief moments, Aidan then jerks his body upward a little more and then kicks her foot down, slamming his face into the canvas with a curb stomp.

Lying on his stomach motionless, Aidan then rolls him over to his back and makes the cover as the ref sweeps in from the other side of the ring with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”HE KICKED OUT!!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”There aren’t too many people that can kick out after being curb stomped like that but Flipp has surprised us all tonight!”

With a surprised look on her face, Aidan can’t believe what just happened. She then pushes herself up, showing signs of frustration. With Flipp still down and barely moving, she then goes wild with a fury of kicks to the ribs and stomach. Pulling Flipp back to his feet, Aidan then grabs him by the arm and throws him to the corner across the ring. Just as Flipp’s back slams into the corner, Aidan rushes in and plants her shoulder into his with a shoulder block backed by a lot of momentum. Taking a step back from the corner, Aidan then holds her shoulder, appearing to have taken quite a bit of damage herself with the move. She then swings forward at Flipp with an overhead right but instead of clocking him, Flipp throws his arm up and blocks it. Flipp then throws a punch of her own but Aidan fends it off and denies contact as well.

Aidan then fakes as if she is going for another punch and as Flipp goes to block it, he opens up his mid-section where Aidan then targets and plants her boot in his stomach. Grabbing onto his wrist, she then throws him to the opposite corner and quickly follows behind him. Thinking on his feet, Flipp jumps up and plants his feet on the middle ropes of the corner and then springboards off. Turning his body around and in a fluid motion, Flipp does a backflip and connects with a kick to Aidan’s chin, knocking her up into the air and down to her back.

JOHNSON: ”FLASH KICK!!!”

VASSA: ”That was amazing! She never saw it coming!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t even think he planned it, it just happened!”

VASSA: ”That’s what you call instinct!”

With Aidan on her back towards the center of the ring, Flipp then crawls over to her and lays across her body. As he hooks the leg, the ref rushes over from across the ring and sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

AIDAN CARLISLE ELIMINATED

VASSA: ”Redemption!”

JOHNSON: ”Flipp did it! Flipp will advance to the final round and square off with Brennan Devlin for the championship!”

VASSA: ”That was crazy! I knew this rematch between these two was going to be a good one, I just couldn’t imagine how it would turn out.”

JOHNSON: ”They’re tied up at one and one now between the two in the series. There has to be a third showdown between these two in the near future.”

Helping Aidan to her feet, the ref walks her to the edge of the ring and then assists her as she climbs to the outside where the ringside crew awaits. Back in the ring, Flipp walks to the edge of the ring and then leans through the ropes, extending his hand to Aidan. Looking back at him cautiously, she then extends her hand and the two shake.

JOHNSON: ”Now that’s respect!”

VASSA: ”If there are two people who truly live up to the Pride prestige then it’s these two. I knew this match was going to be a great one between the two and they didn’t disappoint.”

JOHNSON: ”Well, we have one more round until we will crown a new 4CW Pride Champion.”

VASSA: ”All the chips are on the table. Will Flipp reclaim what was once his or will Devlin snatch it away from him and become a new name forever etched in the history of the Pride Championship?”

JOHNSON: ”We’re about to find out!”

“You’re Gonna Love It If You Like It or Not” by Powerman 5000 blared throughout the theater as Brennan Devlin strolled out onto the stage to a reaction of pure hate from the audience. The fans loudly chanted negative things in his direction as he strutted down the ramp, taunting members of the crowd rather profusely.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Devil’s Den, California, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds and standing six feet, one inches tall, BRENNAN DEEEEEVLIN!!!”

Just trying to get a rise out of them.. He stopped to make fun, even laugh at a few of them as he arrived into the ringside area. Once there – he hopped up onto the apron and stood there for a moment, turning to peer at the crowd. He gave them a confident, toothy grin before sliding his vest he usually wore during entrances off, and entering the ring. Once inside, he walked over to the turnbuckle and leisurely laid back against it as he awaited the final round to begin.

VASSA: ”I can feel the tension! This is it!”

JOHNSON: ”It all comes down to these final two, Lo’Renzo Porter and Brennan Devlin with the championship on the line.”

VASSA: ”We just watched as Flipp came in fresh and knocked off Aidan who had previously been in a round with RPG. Will Devlin take advantage of the fact that Flipp isn’t fresh?”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…”

Looking across the ring at one another, Flipp and Devlin lock eyes. With the ref standing in the center of the ring, he first checks with Flipp and gets the nod. Looking over to Devlin, the ref receives the other nod and then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Walking out of his corner with cockiness, Devlin makes his way to the center of the ring. He motions for Flipp to step to him who just looks back at him shaking his head. Flipp then pushes himself away from the corner and walks to the center of the ring with confidence. The two exchange words for a short moment before Devlin takes a step back and adjusts his hair. Holding his hand in the air, Devlin yells for Flipp to lock hands with him. Hesitant at first, Flipp raises his hand up to lock hands but just as they’re about to touch, Devlin catches him off guard with a powerful kick to the stomach. Forcing Flipp to lunge over, Devlin then slams a couple of forearms across the top of his back. After taking a few steps back, Devlin then comes forward and lifts Flipp up from the mat with a running knee lift that puts him flat on his back. Locked in attack mode, Devlin then stomps on him a few times before pulling him up to his feet. Grabbing Flipp by the wrist, Devlin then throws him to the corner behind him with force.

After crashing into the corner, Flipp then gets hit in the chest with two knees as Devlin closes in on him. After falling to a sitting position in the corner, Flipp holds onto the ropes but does nothing as Devlin rolls over and pushes himself up. Looking down at Flipp with a grin on his face, Devlin then backs up to the center of the ring before running forward and planting his foot into Flipp’s face with a running boot. Devlin then grabs him underneath the shoulders and stands him up in the corner. With Flipp’s chest open to attack, Devlin then slaps him across it with an open hand that stings with a sound cutting through the cheers of the crowd. Devlin then moves in with a swift European uppercut, that sends Flipp’s head flying back as spit shoots into the air. Devlin then grabs onto his wrist again and throws him to the corner across the ring with power. Just as Flipp slams into the corner, he bounces off and then charges towards Devlin. As flip lunges forward at Devlin, he then gets taken face first to the canvas with a drop toe hold.

VASSA: ”Devlin is taking full control right from the get go.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s fresh and using it to his advantage as Flipp already shows signs of fatigue. “

Back to his feet, Devlin paces around Flipp, taunting him while he’s still down. He then grabs a handful of dreds and pulls Flipp up to both feet. Bending Flipp over, Devlin wraps his arms around Flipp’s waist and then lifts him up from the canvas and flips him over to his back with a gut-wrench suplex. Devlin then quickly makes the cover as the ref comes in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

With an angry look on his face, Devlin looks up at the ref and says a few choice words before pushing himself up. He then grabs Flipp by the arm and pulls him up before throwing him to the ropes across the ring. Shortly following behind Flipp, Devlin takes off behind him but gets caught with a surprise when Flipp jumps onto the middle rope, springboards off and comes back with a flying clothesline. that knocks him to his back. After rolling away from Devlin, Flipp pushes himself up and takes a quick moment to regain himself. He then makes his way over to Devlin and pulls him up from the canvas, lifts him up and then drops him back down with a sidewalk slam. Looking to the corner, Flipp quickly makes his move and rushes over to it. After climbing to the top, Flipp turns around to face Devlin who is still on his back. Flipp then bounces a bit on the ropes and launches himself into the air with a front flip. As his body makes the full revolution, he continues to turn until landing a flipping frogsplash across Devlin’s body. With Devlin in a world of hurt from the move, Flipp quickly covers as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

VASSA: ”KICKOUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That was a quick kickout from Devlin, not even a hint of a two count.”

Wasting no time, Flipp stands back to his feet and then pulls Devlin up as well. Flipp then lands a hard right across his mouth, knocking him back a couple of steps and then follows up with a roundhouse kick that sends Devlin to the mat. After getting his feet settled, Flip walks over to Devlin and then pulls him up to a sitting position. Standing behind him, Flipp then goes to lock in a cobra clutch but before be can get it locked in, Devlin reaches above his head and grabs ahold of Flipp’s. Devlin then pulls Flipp over his back and flips him over with a snapmare from the sitting position. The two then race to get to their feet but after tripping on his own feet, Devlin drops back to the canvas. Flipp then charges in and goes full berserk mode with punches and kicks to Devlin sitting on the mat.

Ignoring the attack, Devlin pushes himself up while taking hits from all angles. Flipp then swings with an overhead right but gets stopped as Devlin catches his fist with both hands. Devlin then kicks him in the stomach and as he lunges forward, he follows up with a a small uppercut to stand Flipp straight up. Devlin then spins and hits Flipp in the chops with a heel kick that sends him stumbling across the ring and to the ropes. Catching himself on the ropes, Flipp stays on his feet but with his arms extended to his sides, he opens himself up for a running knee to the stomach as Devlin charges in. Devlin then grabs ahold of his wrist and throws him to the ropes across the ring and as Flipp comes back, Devlin lifts him up from his feet, spins him around and drops him across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”It’s been back and forth with these two since the start of the final round.”

VASSA: ”Although Devlin is the last person in this match, he’s already starting to show signs of wear. Flipp on the other hand, he appears to running on fumes after already being in round two.”

JOHNSON: ”This is a Gauntlet match so it’s going to be tougher on anyone who isn’t the last person. Flipp is keeping it interesting though. He’s in this just as much as Devlin is.”

After standing straight up, Devlin taunts Flipp a little more before standing over him and connecting with a few stiff punches to the face. He then pulls Flipp up to his feet and moves in for an STO but instead he catches an elbow to the ear. Taking a step back and holding the side of his head in pain, Devlin give Flipp the opportunity to create a little distance between the two. Devlin then charges at Flipp and goes to lock up but as he does, Flipp plants his foot in the bottom of his chin, stopping him in his tracks. Devlin shakes it off and then charges towards him again but this time gets taken down to the mat with a hip toss in the center of the ring. Back on his feet, Flipp grabs Devlin by the head and lifts him up. Pulling Devlin’s head between his legs, Flipp then wraps his arms around Devlin’s waist.

JOHNSON: ”I think Flipp may be going for his flipping piledriver he likes to call Perpellas!”

VASSA: ”This is a bad spot for Devlin to be in right now.”

Flipp then goes to lift Devlin up from the mat but once he does, Devlin kicks his feet and manages to come back down on the mat with them. Flipp then goes to lift him up once more and this time a little higher than the last but still can’t execute as Devlin manages to get his feet back to the mat. Devlin then wraps his arms around Flipp’s legs and starts to stand straight up, lifting Flipp up from the mat. After finally standing straight up, Devlin launches Flipp on his head. Flipping in the air, Flipp lands on his feet with grace. He then grabs Devlin by the shoulder and quickly spins him around only to greet him with a knuckle sandwich to the mouth. Flipp then lunges forward with his devastating elbow attack but as he closes in, Devlin ducks out of the way and side steps him. Flipp then quickly turns around but as he does, Devlin applies a three quarter lock around his head and then drops to the mat, planting Flipp’s face into it with a cutter.

JOHNSON: ”FACE TIME!!!”

VASSA: ”Isn’t that a phone thing?”

JOHNSON: ”No! It’s Devlin’s finisher and he just laid out Flipp with it.”

VASSA: ”This could be it!”

With Flipp down, Devlin rolls him over to his back before making the cover as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

LO’RENZO PORTER ELIMINATED

JOHNSON: ”We have a new Pride champion! We have a new Pride champion!”

VASSA: ”Brennan Devlin has won it! He capitalized on his position in this match up and he’s taking home the gold!”

JOHNSON: ”Talk about upsets! I think everyone in the theater tonight thought Flipp was going to become the two time 4CW Pride Champion!”

VASSA: ”I can see it now! The Pride scene is about to change drastically and the Deadly Sins have captured yet another championship!”

“You’re Gonna Love It If You Like It Or Not” hits the speakers as Devlin stands to his feet with a cocky grin on his face.

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

Reaching over the ropes, the ref grabs the championship from a member of the ringside crew and then brings it over to Devlin, handing it to him. With the championship in hand, Devlin raises it above his head as the ref raises his other hand with the crowd drowning the entire theater with boos.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, BRENNAN DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Listen to the crowd. I don’t think anyone wanted to see him walk away from this match tonight as the champ.”

VASSA: ”Whether they wanted to or not, it’s like the man says. You’re going to love it whether you like it or not.”

JOHNSON: ”This has been one heck of a contest folks and one long match if I do say so myself.”

VASSA: ”This is only the opening match of the main card. We still have an entire show ahead of us!”

JOHNSON: ”We sure do, Vinny. With that said, we’re going to cut backstage for a few moments while we clear the ring and get ready for our next match in the lineup.”

The camera feed cuts to a shot of the parking lot at the Jubilee Theater, where we see Cole Jackson standing by his motorcycle with a cigarette in his hand. 4CW reporter Gabriel Hartman walks up to him with a microphone in his hand.

HARTMAN: ”Cole Jackson, can I have a quick word with you?”

Cole blows a cloud of smoke in Hartman’s direction. Hartman fans the smoke away with his mic hand.

JACKSON: ”Make it quick, Hartman. I’m not in the mood for a lengthy conversation. I got shit I gotta handle tonight, alright?”

HARTMAN: ”Ah, you mean your upcoming match with Seamus O’Connor? Exactly what I wanted to talk about! How does it feel to be back on the main roster and competing on the “Ante Up” card tonight?”

JACKSON: ”Depends on what happens later. It could either be a great night or a bad night. Considering who my opponent is though? I think you can quote me and say that it will be a great night for Cole Jackson and a successful return to the main roster.”

HARTMAN: ”Hmm, so you aren’t too concerned with O’Connor, and his new manager tonight?”

Cole takes one last drag of his cigarette, and throws it on the ground. He blows one last cloud of smoke in Hartman’s face. Hartman coughs and fans it away again.

JACKSON: ”The only ones that should be concerned are O’Connor, Van Horn, and the rest of the 4CW roster! O’Connor is going to receive the beating of his life, and his new boyfriend will have a front row seat! Now, if Van Horn wants to get involved? I’ll show him how we do things here in 4CW, and he ain’t gonna like it! And I am putting the rest of the roster on notice tonight! Cole Jackson is not going to stop at simply beating the tar out of Seamus O’Connor. I have my sights set on gold, Hartman. Now, if you will excuse me?”

Cole shakes his head at Hartman as he walks toward the entrance to the theatre.

UNDERCARD
MANNIE ROMERO VS. FRANCIS DART

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… He is “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”

Mannie emerges to a wave of cheers while jogging through the middle isle, his demeanor is slightly chilled but quite amp’d as well, but however he still manages to also fist bump some fans before finally sliding underneath the bottom rope to await his Opponent.

“Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC begins to play, and the fans start immediately booing as out comes Francis ‘Freedom’ Dart, power strutting, wearing black trunks and custom made black Nike Air Jordan shoes made for ring use.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds and standing six feet, five inches tall, FRANCIS DART!!!”

Francis smirks as he walks by the fans, paying no real attention to them as he gets into the ring. Waiting for the match to begin, Francis stands in his corner with his eyes locked on Mannie.

VASSA: ”After that heart racing opening match for the main card, it’s time to get down to match number two!”

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have “Young” Mannie and “Freedom” Francis Dart going head to head. Freedom is still new to 4CW while Mannie has been a mainstay for over a year now.”

VASSA: ”Freedom impressed me three weeks ago with his win over John Austin. I’m sure he’ll be looking to carry that momentum over to tonight and start a little streak for himself.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s not going to be an easy match for him by any means. Mannie has had his ups and downs and even though he’s been in a funk with the win column as of late, he’s really shown us a new Mannie in that ring in regards to heart.”

VASSA: ”Sometimes that’s all you need.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell can even silence, Mannie pushes himself away from the corner and quickly rushes across the ring towards Freedom. The two then collide and exchange punches with one another in the center of the ring. Mannie connects with a stiff palm strike to Freedom’s chest, knocking him back a step and then follows up with a knee strike to the side of the thigh. Knocking Freedom off balance, Mannie then grabs ahold of his head and pulls him into a European uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards to the mat. Without hesitation, Mannie then moves in on Freedom and leaps on top of him, mounting himself and then going to town with a series of elbow and knee strikes before finishing off a combo with a deadly headbutt right between the eyes. He then grabs Freedom by the sides of his head and then begins to slam it into the canvas over and over.

Pushing himself up, Mannie then swings back down with a stinging chop that connects across Freedom’s chest. Pulling him up from the mat, Mannie then hooks his head underneath his arm and then flips him over to his back with a snap suplex. Back to his feet, Mannie takes off to the ropes and rebounds only to come back and land a delayed fist drop to the top of Freedom’s head. Once back to his feet, Mannie circles Freedom for a brief moment until he suddenly attacks with a stiff kick to the ribs of Freedom. He then kicks him again and again, until finally rolling him over to his stomach. Grabbing Freedom by the head, Mannie then pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his arm, Mannie goes to throw him to the ropes across the ring but instead, Freedom reverses the throw and sends Mannie running to them. After hitting the ropes and returning, Mannie runs right into Freedom who lifts him up from his feet, turns his entire body and drives him into the canvas with a powerslam.

JOHNSON: ”That’s one way to turn things around!”

VASSA: ”Mannie was off to a quick start and was taking the ass whooping straight to Freedom’s head.”

JOHNSON: ”As we’ve seen time and time again, the momentum in these matches can change on the drop of a dime and Freedom just proved that.”

Standing over Mannie, Freedom stomps on his lower legs over and over, moving his focus more towards the ankles. He then rolls Mannie over to his stomach and reaches down to grab ahold of his foot. Lifting his foot into the air, Freedom raises Mannie’s knee up as well just before slamming it back down into the mat. He then walks around to Mannie’s head and pulls him up to one knee before opening his palm and slapping him in the back of the head. Freedom then pulls him the rest of the way up and then wraps his arms around him. Holding Mannie tightly, Freedom then lifts him up from the mat and sends him up and over his body with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Quick to his feet, Freedom closes in on Mannie and stomps on him some more, this time focusing on his shoulders.

Freedom then picks Mannie up from the mat and stands him up, holding him in place. After a slap across the mouth, Freedom then throws Mannie to the corner behind him with all of his strength. After watching Mannie crash into it with force, Freedom then takes off towards him and delivers a running knee to the stomach. Lifting mannie up, Freedom sits him on top of the turnbuckle. Climbing to the second rope, Freedom locks Mannie in an arm and head trap and then lifts him up from the turnbuckle and falls backwards executing the suplex. Freedom then rolls over Mannie and makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

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VASSA: ”HE KICKED OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Francis is going to need to do more than that to keep “Young” Mannie down for the count!”

Standing to his feet in frustration, Freedom grabs Mannie by the arm and jerks him up to his feet. He then spins Mannie around and wraps his arms around his waist. Using all of his strength, Freedom lifts Mannie up from the mat and goes for a German suplex but once in the air, Mannie slips out of the hold and lands on his feet as Freedom hits the mat. With Freedom getting up and his back turned to him, Mannie takes a few steps back and bounces off the ropes. With perfect timing, Mannie does a handspring and lands on Freedom’s shoulders as he stands up. Clinching his legs tightly around Freedom’s head, Mannie then flips backwards and drives Freedom’s head into the canvas with a reverse Frankensteiner. With Freedom laid out on the mat, Mannie climbs to his feet with a second wind.

Climbing the nearby corner, Mannie makes his way to the second ropes and then turns around to face Freedom in the ring. Jumping from the corner, Mannie comes down with a rolling knee drop across Freedom’s chest and then in a fluid motion comes up to his feet. Pacing around the ring, Mannie walks from one side to the other before turning his head back to Freedom and locking his sights on him. As Freedom gets to one knee, Mannie takes off towards him and then lays him back out with a running dropkick to the side of the head. After getting back up, Mannie then grabs Freedom by the head and rolls him up to his feet. Holding him in place, Mannie draws back and then swings for the fence, connecting with a hard closed fist to the chops. Mannie then lifts Freedom up from his feet and throws him back down to the mat with a scoop slam. Turning the ropes yet again, Mannie takes off towards them and when he comes back, he does another handspring but this time after turning a full revolution, he comes down with a leg drop across Freedom’s throat. Mannie then crawls on top of him for the cover as the ref starts the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Sorry Mannie, Freedom just wasn’t having it!”

VASSA: ”I got worried there for a moment that this match was already coming to an end. I’m glad he kicked out. I’m enjoying the show!”

Looking up at the ref in disappointment, Mannie pushes himself up and then walks around the ring for a moment. After taking a short breather, he then makes his way back to Freedom. Pulling him up from the mat, Mannie then drives him backwards and slams him into the nearby corner. With Freedom pinned against the turnbuckle, Mannie then unloads with a deadly combination of elbows, knees and palm strikes. After wearing Freedom down for a few moments, Mannie then grabs ahold of his head with both hands and then lunges his forward, planting his forehead right between Freedom’s eyes. Mannie then lifts Freedom up and sits him on top of the turnbuckle.

With Freedom in a daze, mannie then climbs up as well but as he gets to the second rope, Freedom snaps out of it and throws an elbow into the side of Mannie’s head. With Mannie off balance, Freedom then grabs ahold of him with one hand and then swings with his other, driving it into Mannie’s chest. Freedom then pushes Mannie away from the corner, sending him falling backwards but landing on his feet. Before Mannie can even get settled, Freedom then jumps from the corner and lays him out with a shoulder dive to the head. Both men then lay beside each other on the mat, neither in a rush to get up.

After a few moments pass, the two then roll their separate ways and start to push themselves up. Standing up at the same time, the two lock eyes before charging towards one another and colliding in a fury of punches. After going back and forth for a little bit, Mannie connects with a ringer that sends Freedom stumbling backwards. Mannie then moves in quickly and grabs him by the arm to pull him back and as he does, Mannie drives his knee upward into his stomach. Keeping a tight grip on Freedom’s wrist, Mannie then goes to throw him to the ropes and just as he goes to let go, Freedom locks onto his and pulls him in close. Wrapping his arm around Mannie’s head, Freedom then jumps up and brings Mannie down with a cutter.

JOHNSON: ”Together They Fall!”

VASSA: ”Together they did but I only see one getting up from that.”

Freedom then rolls over and covers Mannie for the pin as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: ”Freedom has won it!”

JOHNSON: ”This match could have went either way with all the back and forth but in the end Freedom pulls off the win with the reversal.”

“Dirty Deeds” hits the speakers as Freedom stands up to his feet. Rolling to the edge of the ring, Mannie climbs to the outside with a disappointed look on his face as he walks up the ramp and leaves ringside without saying anything. The ref then stands beside Freedom and raises his arm in the air for the victory.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, “FREEDOM” FRANCIS DART!!!”

VASSA: ”This was a good match between the two from start to finish. Unfortunately Mannie couldn’t pull off the win but there’s nothing to be ashamed of walking away from this on 4CW’s biggest stage,”

JOHNSON: ”Wait a second. I think Freedom is calling for a microphone.”

After snatching his hand away from the ref, Freedom stands at the edge of the ring, waving for someone to bring him a microphone. After getting it, he then walks to the center of the ring and raises it to his mouth.

FREEDOM: “Cut the music! Cut it off!”

The music then cuts away as the entire theater goes silent. Looking over the crowd, Freedom clears his throat before speaking his mind.

FREEDOM: “Unfortunately Cali-Kate couldn’t be out here tonight to witness what just happened in this ring. She still hasn’t been cleared by doctors after being attacked so playing it safe, we thought it was best for her to not be down here at ringside tonight. But while I’m out here, I don’t know if she’s listening or not, but I want to set the record straight. Christine! If you’re liste–”

“Country Boys Can Survive” by Hank Williams Jr. Blares over the PA and out comes “The Whole F’N” Steve Dart with a mic in his hand. Francis stands in the ring in disbelief.

STEVE DART: “How the hell you doin’ kid? It’s been along time hasn’t it? In case you people in 4CW don’t know who I am..I am the Show..the Whole Show and nothing but the Whole Fuckin’ Show so help my bald ass! Now then before you come out here and make yourself look like an idiot and get beat up by some half assed Cyborg bitch I want you to listen to your old man for a minute. This obsession of yours with these broads has to stop “son”. Make Cali-Kate your old lady and keep her at home out of harms way. Look what already happened to he-”

FREEDOM: “You giving me advice? When the fuck did you earn that right Mr. Sperm Donor? When the fuck have you ever been there for me?”

STEVE DART: “I’m here right now aren’t I? I’m here telling you from experience leave the women alone. You need to focus and this shit isn’t Days of Our Lives!”

FREEDOM: “Is that the line you used on mom before you walked out on her? Is it?”

STEVE DART: ” I let this business consume me and I did some things in my personal life that I wish I could take back but you can’t deny my success kid! I’m trying to help you out here..let it go. Let this fixation you have on her go-”

FREEDOM: “What the fuck do you know? I’m already five steps ahead of you old man!”

Drew Stevenson hits the ring and knees Steve Dart in the back! He goes flying into Francis who tries to deliver his Together They Fall but Steve blocks it then hits Francis with a cutter of his own! He spins Drew around and goes to blast him with the same cutter but Drew slips out and slides outside the ring. Steve starts taunting Drew. Dart turns around to take care of a fallen Francis when BLAM! ‘Golden One’ Jeff Jericho from behind with chair on Steve! Drew smiles and slides back in the ring. Jericho gives Drew the chair who winds up and blasts Steve with the chair busting him wide open. Francis recovers and Drew hands him the chair. Francis shakes his head no and smiles as he sets the chair up then hits Steve with Together They Fall onto the chair! Drew, Jericho and Francis stand over Steve who is spraying blood from his forehead everywhere! Jericho picks up a mic and begins to speak as he taunts Steve.

JERICHO: “How’s it going old friend? Remember me? Of course you do Steve, we have a long history of being friends and even bigger being enemies don’t we? Hell we’ve been tag champions together in a couple different places if I remember right. How many times have we faced each other in big title matches, shit we both were inducted into the Hall of Fame together in that one place we won’t mention if my memory serves me right.”

“You know I’m the most unpredictable son of a bitch in the business..always have been, always will be! The more things change the more they stay the same Steve. Everything you said to Francis was right but guess who got to him first? Good old Godfather Jeff that’s who. Kate will no longer be at ringside as a manager, she will continue her role at the office with Bill E. Narrator where she belongs! Oh sure you fans will get to see her from time to time but meet Freedom’s new mentor..me!”

“See Drew and Freedom are the future of 4 Corners Wrestling, they are the standard of excellence around here! Ladies and Gentlemen I give you the architect of this stable of greatness Francis “Freedom” Dart. I give you the Thoroughbred, the Pedigree of Perfection Drew Stevenson…I give you MY Gold Standard!”

VASSA: ”Gold Standard?”

JOHNSON: ”What is he talking about?! Who is this man? Who is the one they laid out?”

VASSA: ”I vaguely recognize these guys, I think. Hell, I’ve thrown down a lot of booze in my day. Everything is a little blurry at the moment.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m glad that you think you recognize them because I have no freaking clue who these guys are but apparently Drew Stevenson and Francis Dart are the new Gold Standard around here.”

VASSA: ”It has a nice ring to it…”

JOHNSON: ”We’re going to go backstage folks while things get cleared here at ringside so we can continue with Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”Hold on a second! What’s this?1″

Mannie finally reaches the top of the Ramp when suddenly his trip is Postponed by…

U.C.: ”HEY MANNIE…”

Mannie promptly goes on Alert as he looks furiously around for his Arch-Nemesis; which of course then causes him to grab the Cameraman by the Neck.

MANNIE: ”Where are They? WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?”

The live audience of the Jubilee Theater probably couldn’t be any louder with their Jeers/Boos as they’re more than displeased by the appearance of U. C. on the Big Screen.

VASSA: ”There he is Steve…It’s Mannie Romero’s estranged Uncle Charlie!”

JOHNSON: ”Who?”

Mannie has all but choked the life out of the Cameraman when 4CW Security grabs him, so that they can take him Backstage away from the General Public; Yet just before they go though the Curtain…

U.C.: ”AYE LOOK UP AT THE SCREEN, DICK HEAD!”

”I SAID GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME CHARLIE! PAAAAPPPIIII!”

MANNIE: ”JAAACCCIIINNTTTA!”

U.C.: ”Shut Up Bitch! Oh My Bad… Was that your Bitch?”

JOHNSON: ”Wait a minute Vinny… Isn’t that the same guy who’s been causing Chaos in Mannie’s personal Life?”

VASSA: ”I need a Raise!”

The 4CDubbins are practically begging for Mannie’s release as he is pretty much helpless trying to fight against Wallace’s Squad, however it doesn’t take long for Mannie to muster up some much needed Courage.

U.C.: ”Now as for my next trick People… I will make her Ass disappear for good Mannie!”

The close up angle of Charlie/Jacinta widens back at it reveals the hidden area of their whereabouts as they’re located on top of Jubilee Theater, where we now see Charlie placing Jacinta into the trunk of a Car??? This potential sight of his lady’s Demise infuriates Mannie as he is still being carried away by 4CW Security…

VASSA: ”What the Hell?”

JOHNSON: ”It’s J-HOP!”

HOPKINS: ”FUCK THE POLICE!”

The live audience of the Jubilee Theater is Bringing down the House as “The Jiggy One” decides to hit a Shooting Star Press off the Big Screen onto the 4CW Security, which now allows “Young” Mannie Romero to make his escape to the Rooftop.

JOHNSON: ”Okay I believe Jair Hopkins has to be CRAZY, now why on earth would he help Mannie Romero?”

VASSA: ”I guess you’ll never know Steve.”

JOHNSON: ”This was unexpected! We’ll be right back here at ringside folks!”

In a secluded hallway in The Jubilee Theatre the camera feed picks up a lone man walking the narrow hall in the direction of the camera, ‘HOLLYWOOD’ written proudly on his branded t-shirt, in his trademark shirt and black jeans, he smiles as he quickly approaches the camera, it’s the first time he has been in a 4CW building and he looks more than comfortable, relaxed in his surroundings.

MOORE: “Idiots, morons, simpletons alike; this is Caleb Moore, but after my 4CW Exclusive video package just the other day, you know that. I consider, no, no, I’m considered a modern day wrestling god; I excel in the ring, and I excel out of it. I cater for the fat nerds who sit at home hitting their keyboard with sticky fingers typing their irrelevant opinions, and I cater for the entire HBO audiences of America. I am a perfectly well rounded entertainer, athlete, and most of all, wrestler. You see, hundreds upon thousands of men in this business that have talent in one area but lack in another, true story. They’re great in the ring – but they crumble mentally like the proverbial cookie when a microphone and camera is in their face. That’s where the difference comes in; I am multi-talented in ALL facets of professional wrestling, be it physically, mentally, emotionally or, as we are right now, and as it’s often referred to: talking trash. Do you know what that makes me?”

The question brings a knowing smile to the face of Caleb Moore who brushes down the front of his t-shirt.

MOORE: “The Absolute Apex. The measuring stick. You see where this is going, right? You see the pattern? I’m the guy that all those supposed superstars out there trying to put on a half decent show aspire to be.”

He sniggers and smirks as he looks up and down the empty hallway.

MOORE: “So, let me answer the question you have all been asking, what am I doing here? Simple, because this place needs me.”

A fire in his belly, he believes all of the words that are coming out of his mouth as he calmly leans up against the white painted wall.

MOORE: “Jason Cashe. Dakota Smith. Aidan Carlisle. John Austin. Jair Hopkins. Blah, blah, blah. The higher ups have spoken. The only man that can save this place from the boring, white trash, generic spiel you all put on inside the ring, is officially here. It’s a new day, a new era. And it’s called, The Hollywood Era.”

He looks down at his t-shirt and again back up and the camera, smiling from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

NON-STAFF: “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve seen enough, I’m bored beyond belief, Mannie Romero and Francis Dart will do that you, I might be a super human, but human nonetheless. I’ll be seeing all of you, in a few weeks.”

And like that, Moore has had enough, he continues his walk down the hall, apparently looking for the exit.

All of the lights in the Jubilee Theater fade out, and after a few seconds “22 Faces” by Periphery begins to blare over the PA system. The crowd looks around confused as to what’s going on, and other than the flashes of cameras and cell phones, the entire theater remains dark and blank.

VASSA: ”Now what? As if we haven’t seen our fair share of antics already tonight?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know Vinny, but I got a bad feeling about this.”

When the lights finally kick back on, we see former 4CW superstar Max Newman standing in the center of the ring. He’s wearing a faded pair of jeans and plain black t-shirt that is covered by an In Flames hoodie. As the camera focuses in on him, we can see his bright white Radii straight jackets, and a watch that looks far more expensive than the normal wrestler could afford on their salary. As soon as the fans realize who is standing in the ring, they burst out into a roar of cheers.

VASSA: ”Holy Shit! It’s Max Newman! The Red Pioneer! For those of you who have been living under a rock, this man was the most unstoppable force that anyone around here had seen!”

JOHNSON: ”That’s right Vinny. As a matter of fact, it was a year ago at 4CW’s inaugural Ante Up where Young Mannie and everyone else watching thought that he ended Max Newman’s career. That assault is still one of the worst portrayals of brutality that I have seen in the ring to this day. In fact, that very match is the reason that the 4CW Extreme Championship isn’t defended at every show anymore.”

Vinny nods as Steve talks, but quickly loses attention and begins to wave him off with his arms.

VASSA: ”Shut up Steve, he’s getting ready to talk.”

After the roar of the crowd finally dies down, Max places his hands together and bows to them in homage before raising the microphone up to his Cheshire cat sized grin.

NEWMAN: “It’s been far too long my children. Tell me; do you remember the sound of my voice? Do the memories that the sound of it brings send chills up your spine? Do you remember when 4CW was more than just some other a watered down product that was run by a board of promoters who had never set foot in a real ring?

The crowd begins to roar once again, and Max stands calmly in the middle of the ring until the ruckus dies down once again.

NEWMAN: “Well I do. I remember when what you were given was directly based upon how you performed week in and week out. I remember when the sweat on your brow and the twinge in your back meant a job well done. But now…. Now I look upon the sickness that Perry Wallace has allowed to infect this once great rising company, and it disgusts me. This ‘product’ that you’re currently offering to these fans Perry is nothing more than a hollow husk of what it used to be. I remember when you and I would fight each and every week about how dangerous we had become as a company. And that’s the word that I want all of you to focus on for just one second: Dangerous.”

Max takes a dramatic pause and uses the opportunity to run his free left hand through his now nearly shoulder length hair before continuing.

NEWMAN: ”If you could only see yourselves now.”

“The mighty have fallen for sure, and in their place the board of directors saw it fit to seize the moment and erect laughingstock figurines in their place. Mere puppets who aren’t able to travel any further than their masters’ strings will allow them to. What you have done to this company is inexcusable. You’re using house money to fuck with forces that you can’t even begin to understand, and those forces are getting ready to lash out. See, I had no clout during my run here. I tore apart each and every opponent that stepped in my way, and barring the knee and neck injury that set me back for an entire year, I was undefeated and untouchable.”

“And now I’m back.”

Max takes a moment to contemplate the words that he had just spoken. He looks down at his feet and allows the sheer weight of them to fall down upon him.

NEWMAN: ”The best part about all of this to me is how easily all of you have forgotten. The few ‘veterans’ left on this roster will surely downplay my return. They’ll tell you that I’m a washed up hack who has nothing left after my knee injury. They’ll tell you anything that they can to prevent you from remembering the ass beating they took at my hands when we were standing face to face with one another in the ring together. They’ll spin the story and tell you that my knee will prevent me from every becoming what I was, but what they’ve failed to realize is that I’ve already become something much greater. This time around I brought back wisdom and experience.”

“See, everyone out there that was here for the rise of this company will tell you that the only two reasons that I didn’t get a shot at the Heavyweight Championship were because Jason Cashe ducked me at every turn, and Perry didn’t want to give me the opportunity to hold two-thirds of the company’s titles at the same time. No; he wanted an idiot who was easy to manipulate and control, and that’s exactly what he got.”

“No more.”

You can see the excitement in his eyes, and can almost see it coursing through his body. His body language has begun to naturalize, and now his volume level has begun to rise.

NEWMAN: ”I may not be scheduled to compete here tonight, but that won’t stop me from announcing my return to the world. Yes my children, The Red Pioneer has returned. But I’m not here for titles and glory; I never was. I’m here to show everyone what it truly means to be a warrior. What it means to be a gladiator who puts his body and life on the line each and every show for nothing more than the roar of the crowd. How many of you wake up in the hospital the next day with a smile on your face? Well, with the shows you’ve been putting on lately I can say that you may have woken with a smile, but it’s been quite a while since any of you have experienced true pain.”

“Consider this your one and only warning. I’ve come for your blood. I’ve come for your pain. I’ve come for your despair. I told you once that you would have to kill me in order to get rid of me, and apparently all of you thought that I was joking. Did you see the fear in Perry’s eyes when he laid eyes on the presents that I’ve been leaving him. He knows that hell is just over the horizon, and the last thing that he wants is to let me back into his company; but then again, he doesn’t really have a choice in the matter. See, Perry realizes something that the rest of you are going to have to figure out the hard way: There’s nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing left to lose.”

“I will return 4CW to greatness once again. You may think that you’re on top of the world right now, but I guess when you spend your life living in a sewer, even the slums above you look like penthouses. I didn’t come back for your titles. I didn’t come for your records. No; I came back to stem the tide of mediocrity that has begun to overwhelm this company that once had so much potential.”

“You can put on your little gimmick matches and try to convince the world that you’re far tougher than you really are, but we both know the truth. Each and every one of you sees this company as nothing more than a remedial job; and that is the biggest mistake that you’ll ever make before stepping into the ring with a true student of the sport. I’ve given more blood, sweat, and tears to this business and this company then any of you will ever even consider contributing yourself. Without me, 4CW would still be hiring any drunk stagehand that could strut around the ring. I single handedly elevated this company from dust and ashes into stardom from nothing, and all of you have seemed more than content to catch a free ride on my dime.”

“Well the time has come to pick up the check.”

Max holds out his arm and drops the microphone to the mat where it hits with a flat, square thud. The fans are silent for a moment, and Max begins to exit the ring, but before he makes it two steps they break back out into a roar of cheers. A “Red Pioneer” and a few scattered “Welcome back” chants can be made out clearly as he exits the ring and leaps back over the barricade. He is immediately embraced by the fans and he quickly disappears into the swarm as the camera fades to black.

Up against a wall stands Niobe Martin with Jason Cashe trying to sweet talk her but her eyes continue glancing off both ways of the hallway. She doesn’t look interested.

NIOBE: “Yeah I use to date Knox and you don’t find it weird if you and I were to hook up? I can see it now JER-RY! JER-RY!”

Laughing at her words, Cashe doesn’t seem to care. He leans in to smell her neck and she swats him to the side of his bearded face.

CASHE: “I’m not trying to have relationships here! Just some release, you can understand that! GIRLS LIKE IT TOO!!”

NIOBE: “Go play with your dick, there is your Release.”

Rapidly Cashe claps his hands together three times as he backs away from her. He has no interest in forcing things on anyone, he takes rejection well. Experience helps make the skin tough and his couldn’t be tougher. Nodding his head he bites the inside of his cheek and stares down one side of the hallway as a few production guys hurry from one room to another. Looking back at Niobe, Cashe seems to give up on pushing the matter any further and begins to apologize.

CASHE: “I wasn’t trying to make you look or feel cheap. We’re adults here, we travel the roads and sometimes a good “fix” is in need. People have traveling buddies, some have fuck buddies. I hear ya though, with an ass like yours I had to at least ask..”

Hands held up as he backs away before Jason turns from Niobe and heads off. Her voice echos as she calls out to him, he turns back to her at the sound of her voice.

NIOBE: “Ok, I’m ready. What the hell…”

CASHE: “That’s fucked up yo!”

She pushes off the wall and walks across the hallway to the office door for General Manager, Brody Lee. Opening it she looks inside to find it empty and turns back to Cashe, nodding for him to join her as she heads inside. The smile on his face is both for the acceptance of his interest by Niobe and the fact she opted for the GM’s office. That got him all excited as he hop jogs in place before taking off in a skip towards the room. He slowly pulls it shut and locks the bolt lock before letting the blinds on the window drop closed.

UNDERCARD
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

CREATURE FEATURE VS. THE DEADLY SINS ©

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have the 4CW Tag Team championships on the line!”

VASSA: ”There was a lot of concern on how Ramona would do against Creature Feature all by herself. Without a partner and being the sole owner of the belts, we all thought she would defend by herself. Well… that was until she reached out and locked Dakota in as her partner here tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Both Ramona and Dakota have matches later tonight, big matches with gold on the line. One wrong move in the ring with Creature Feature and their nights could be ruined.”

VASSA: ”Creature Feature has proven time and time again that they don’t particularly care for the rules. Ramona and Dakota better be on the lookout because anything is bound to happen with these two beasts in the ring. I just hope the ref can stay out of harms way!”

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

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

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

VASSA: ”THERE THEY ARE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”You can’t miss these two! They’re huge and always angry.”

VASSA: ”As long as these two can hold it together and not destroy the ref then they have a really good shot at knocking off the tag team champ… well, champions for the evening.”

JOHNSON: ”It isn’t going to be easy for these two but they clearly have the size advantage in this match up tonight.”

The lights in the theater darken, turning a deep shade of red so that only the most vague outlines of objects can be made out. Towards the side entrance a single strobe light is going off, allowing only flashes of visibility but just enough to see that figures are gathering there, waiting. The opening lines of Tech N9ne’s “Straight Out The Gate” begins, sung by what sounds like a chorus of children.

“Together we are,

A powerful force,

As one, mind, body and soul.

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

And with this love, combined with our strength,

We ward off pain and stress.

Sinner I am, wholeheartedly, in life and in death.”

The stage lights come up illuminating Ramona standing with both of the 4CW Tag Team Championships, one around her waist and the other over her shoulder. After a few moments pass, Dakota then walks out from the back with the 4CW Extreme Championship around his waist and stands beside her. They break formation beginning to head to the ring, The Butcher, Dakota at the front and then Ramona right behind. Both of their moods are as varied as they are, Dakota somber and observant while Ramona blows sarcastic kisses to and waves at the fans.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring we have the 4CW Tag Team Champions, Dakota Smith and Ramona Lee Epps, THE DEADLY SSIINNSS!!!”

“…now your the beast awakener,

I don’t think the streets are safer!

My misery seepin’ through my delivery,

Bitter we givers and they keep my figures don’t try to nigga me.

The grave digger is hither he is no kidder see,

Consider the dark energy, sinner her be inner me!”

Dakota enters the ring first, just rolling under the bottom rope and across the mat while the Ramona hops onto the apron, climbing in after. They share a long glance between each other before Ramona removes the championship from her shoulder and hands it to Dakota. They then raises the belts above their heads as the music begins to fade out..

VASSA: ”The champs are in the house!”

JOHNSON: ”I guess you could refer to Dakota as one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions. I know Mr. Wallace is allowing this but this leaves a question to Dakota’s right at the other half of championships.”

VASSA: ”Who knows, Creature Feature could put those questions to rest right here in that ring tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely right, Vinny. I guess we’ll have to wait and see how this all pans out before overthinking things.”

The ref walks over to Dakota and Ramona as each hand him the belts. As the ref walks to the center of the ring, Dakota then removes the Extreme Championship from around his waist and drops it to the floor outside of their corner. Standing in the center of the ring, the ref raises both Tag Team belts into the air for a moment before making his way to the edge of the ring and handing them to a member of the ringside crew. Once back in the center of the ring, the ref checks with each corner as they decide who will start the match off. Murgatroid exits the ring and stands on the apron first, leaving Monster Mash to start things off. Ramona and Dakota talk amongst themselves for a moment before Ramona exits to the apron, leaving Dakota to start the match. Both corners then give the ref the nod as he then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell silences, Mash takes off from his corner and charges across the ring towards Dakota. Swinging forward with all of his strength, Mash misses Dakota’s head and slams his fist down on top of the turnbuckle. Before he can pull his hand away from the turnbuckle, Dakota throws an elbow and hits him with it in the armpit. Dakota then grabs him by the arm and turns him around to face him but Mash catches him off guard and gouges his eyes with his free hand out of the refs view. Mash then grabs ahold of Dakota’s beard with one hand and the back of his head with the other. Lifting Dakota into the air, Mash then throws him across the ring with raw power.

After smacking the mat with a thud, Dakota rolls a couple of times before stopping in front of the corner where Murg waits impatiently on the apron. Not giving him a chance to even get to his feet, Mash takes off towards him and once in range he kicks his foot forward and plants it into the side of Dakota’s head, knocking him over to his back. Mash then stands over Dakota and plants his foot on his throat. Reaching forward, Mash then grabs the top rope with both hands and uses it as leverage while he then begins to choke the life out of Dakota. The ref then rushes over and yells for Mash to back away and release the hold as he begins the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Mash then releases the hold and backs away with a smile on his face. The ref keeps a safe distance between the two but gives him a warning while leaving Dakota with enough time to get up to his feet. Once standing with his back to the corner, Dakota steps forward but then gets stopped in his tracks as Murg reaches over the top rope and pins his arms behind his back while pulling him against the ropes. The ref then quickly rushes over and yells for him to release Dakota while starting the five count again.

“One! … Two!”

Across the ring, Mash locks his eyes on Dakota struggling to break free. He then takes off from stand still and charges towards him. Drawing back, Mash then swings forward with a power punch. As the impact draws near, Dakota ducks his head as Mash’s fist barely misses and then connects with Murg right in the chops. After letting go of Dakota, Murg falls back and crashes to the hard floor below. Before Mash can turn to face him, Dakota then spins and connects with a backfist to Mash’s nose, knocking him off balance. Dakota then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. After bouncing off and coming back with speed, Dakota leaps into the air knocks Mash off his feet with a flying crossbody. With Mash’s shoulders pinned to the mat, Dakota goes for the quick win as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW– KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Not yet!”

VASSA: ”Dakota did a nice job knocking the big man off of his feet. He had to at least try to get the pin right there.”

JOHNSON: ”It only makes sense for Dakota and Ramona to try and end this match quickly since they both have matches later on in the evening.”

VASSA: ”It would be the smart thing to do but I just don’t think Creature Feature is going to let that happen.”

Pushing himself up, Dakota digs his fist into Mash’s face, pressing his head to the canvas. Once on both feet, Dakota then grabs ahold of Mash’s head with both hands and slowly pulls him up as well. With the big man bent over, Dakota then drives his knee upward and plants it into Mash’s face. Not letting Mash go back down, Dakota keeps a tight grip on his head and then hits him again with another knee. Dakota then goes for a third but as he does, Mash catches his leg with both hands and then stands straight up, lifting Dakota above his head. Turning to the corner, Mash slowly walks towards it and then launches Dakota into the air.

CCRRAASSHH!!!

Falling down onto the turnbuckle, Dakota’s head smacks the top pad. Stumbling backwards, Dakota then falls into Mash who wraps his arms around him and then lifts him up again with ease. Squeezing the life out of Dakota, Mash holds him up for a few seconds before slamming him face first to the canvas with force. Mash slowly gets to his feet and then looks to his corner where Murg is back on the apron, yelling for him to come and make the tag. Mash then grabs ahold of Dakota and pulls him up from the mat and then throws him to the corner. Just as Dakota turns to crash into the corner, Murg sticks his knee through the ropes and drives it into Dakota’s lower back. Stumbling forward away from the corner, Dakota then gets his head nearly taken off as Mash rushes in and drops him with a running clothesline.

Pulling Dakota up to his feet again, Mash applies a side headlock and then slaps hands with Murg making the tag. As Murg climbs into the ring, Mash raises Dakota’s head and then bits down on one side of it. Dakota fights to get away but can’t and before he knows it, Murg bites down on the other side of his head. The ref quickly rushes over and yells for both men to stop biting Dakota and then begins the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

Mash eases up and then exits the ring while Murg continues to dig his teeth into Dakota’s head.

“Four! … Fi–”

Murg then pulls his mouth away from Dakota’s head and then throws him across the ring, crashing to the canvas. The ref then stands in between Murg and Dakota and gives him a warning for the illegal move.

VASSA: ”Normally it’s Dakota who is eating people.”

JOHNSON: ”The Butcher is getting a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’ll change his ways after this…”

VASSA: ”You’re joking right? You can’t be serious.”

JOHNSON: ”Yep! I don’t think there’s any saving for Dakota’s lost so–“

VASSA: ”WATCH OUT!!!”

After shoving the ref out of the way, Murg rushes in on Dakota and leaps into the air. After gravity takes over, Murg comes down with an elbow drop but crashes into the mat as Dakota rolls out of the way at the last possible moment. The two then slowly start to get to their feet, racing in slow motion. Making it up first, Dakota then takes a few steps and hits Murg in the face with a running knee lift, knocking him down to his back. After taking a short moment to catch his breath, Dakota then lifts Murg up from the canvas and walks him over to the corner where Ramona waits on the apron. Dakota then slaps Ramona’s hand initiating the tag before locking in a cobra clutch. Murg tries to break free but doesn’t as Dakota has the move locked in tightly. Dakota then takes a few steps backwards, dragging Murg away from the corner. Once inside of the ring, Ramona then plants her foot into Murg’s face with a superkick and in a fluid motion, Dakota lifts Murg up and plants him into the canvas with a cobra clutch suplex.

VASSA: ”Damn that looked painful!”

JOHNSON: ”Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe they call that combo right there Deadly Homicide.”

VASSA: ”Sounds good to me! Even if it was the wrong name, I wouldn’t know the difference.”

Dakota then rolls towards the edge of the ring and underneath the bottom rope as Mona drops down and makes the cover.

ONE

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TWO

Before the ref can even begin to slam his hand down for the three count, Mash kicks Ramona in the back of the head and breaks up the pin. He then grabs Ramona by the foot and drags her off of Murg and across the ring. The ref takes after him, yelling for him to exit the ring and starts the five count.

“One!”

Mash then lifts Ramona into the air and holds her upside down.

“Two!”

With Ramona’s foot locked in between both of his hands, Mash then bites down on her ankle, digging his teeth into her.

“Three!”

Mash then drops Ramona on her head and slowly exits the ring just as the ref gets to the four count. With the ropes in between them, the ref gives Mash a warning for the illegal biting and being in the ring when not the legal man. Across the ring, Murg stands to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs in his head. He then locks his eyes on Ramona as if she were a piece of meat. Licking his lips, he slowly closes in on her before reaching down and grabbing a handful of hair. Jerking Ramona up from the canvas, Murg holds her by the back of her head with one hand and then swings the other hand connecting with a hard punch to the side of the jaw. He quickly turns Ramona around and then walks her to the ropes and presses her face into the top one. With both hands pressing against the back of her head, he then drags her from one corner to the next while giving her face a nasty rope burn. Once at the other corner, Murg then pulls her head away from the ropes and then slams it forward into the top of the turnbuckle.

BBAAMM!!!

JOHNSON: ”Murgatroid is trying to give Ramona permanent brain damage.”

VASSA: ”He just rang her bell with that devastating face slam into the corner.”

JOHNSON: ”She might be knocked out!”

Ramona then falls backwards away from the corner and crashes to the canvas. Murgatroid then drops down to both knees and covers Ramona for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

Dakota then steps through the ropes as Mash notices and enters the ring himself. Dakota goes to break up the pin but as he gets close, Mash hits him from the side with a shoulder block, knocking him into the ropes.

TWO

The ref then goes to slam his hand to the mat for the three but just before he connects, Ramona props her foot onto the bottom rope.

VASSA: ”OOHHH SO CLOSE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”We almost had new tag team champions right there!”

VASSA: ”Lucky for Ramona those ropes were close by because I don’t think she was kicking out of that. Murgatroid is just too big for her to get her shoulders up from the mat.”

Looking up at the ref with anger, Murg pushes himself up to his feet. He then backs the ref into the corner with intimidation, blocking his view of the ring behind him. Mash then lifts Dakota up and flips him up and over the top rope and down to the floor below. Mash then moves in on Ramona and grabs her by the hair with both hands and drags her to the center of the ring. Pulling her up to both feet, Mash then lifts her up into the air and holds her up for a few moments, hanging from her hair. He then begins to turn his body and launches her into the air, throwing her across the ring while pulling pieces of hair out from her scalp. as the sound of impact travels, Murg hears it and then backs away from the ref. Meanwhile, Mash climbs out of the ring and back to the apron.

Murgatroid moves in on Ramona who is still down on the mat, holding her head from the pain of having her hair torn out. He then grabs her by the throat and lifts her up to both feet. With his hand wrapped around her throat tightly, Murg lifts her up from her feet and then drives her into the canvas with a powerful chokeslam. He then pushes himself up from one knee and then turns to the ropes behind him. After hitting them hard and coming back with speed, Murg jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across her throat, pinning her head to the mat while her feet shoot straight into the air. After standing back up, Murg grabs Ramona by the foot and then drags her across the ring to the corner where Mash is eager to jump back in the action. Holding her foot at waist level, Murg then slaps hands with Mash who then climbs over the top rope. Noticing Murg isn’t in a hurry to exit the ring, the ref then starts the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

With Ramona’s leg held up into the air, Mash then drops an elbow across the top of her knee, slamming it into the canvas. As the ref gets to the four count, Murg then exits the ring while Mash pulls himself back up to his feet using the ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Things aren’t looking too good for Ramona right now.”

VASSA: ”She definitely needs to get Dakota in the ring because at this rate, she isn’t going to be able to compete later tonight in the 4CW Championship match.”

JOHNSON: ”Sixty minutes with three other people in the ring, she’s going to need quite a bit of energy left in the tank.”

VASSA: ”That’s what I’m saying!”

Mash grabs Ramona by the head and then slowly pulls her up to her feet. After landing two solid right hands across the top of her head, he then grips down on her wrist. Using his size for power, Mash puts all of his weight into it as he throws Ramona to the ropes across the ring. As she hits them hard, Mash takes a few steps towards her. With Ramona quickly approaching, Mash kicks his leg into the air for a big boot but barely misses as Ramona drops down to the canvas and slides underneath. Quickly pushing herself up to both feet, Ramona stands up just before Mash can turn around but as he does, she spins her body and plants her foot into his temple with a spinning wheel kick. Mash stumbles backwards off balance before tripping over his feet and crashing to the mat.

Ramona then runs across the ring to her corner where Dakota leans over the top rope, reaching for the tag. The two slap hands, initiating the tag before Ramona drops to her knees out of breath. Dakota then vaults himself up and over the top rope and then rushes in to Mash before he can begin to get up. Dakota then unloads with a fury of kicks to the side of Mash’s head. Meanwhile, Ramona crawls through the ropes and onto the apron where she sits and catches her breath. Dakota then jumps into the air and plants both of his feet into Mash’s chest with a double foot stomp. He then reaches down and grabs Mash by the head and slowly pulls him up, struggling with the semi-dead weight. Once up, Dakota then wraps his arms around Mash and goes to lift him up for a belly to belly suplex. Unable to pick Mash up from the canvas, Dakota struggles and tries again only to come up short once more. Mash then slams his head forward and connects with a headbutt to Dakota’s nose, breaking up his hold and knocking him backwards.

Before Dakota can get his feet settled, Mash then jumps into the air and plants both of his into Dakota’s chest, knocking him down to the canvas with a dropkick. After hitting the ring and shaking it upon impact, Mash rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. He then turns to Dakota and moves in quickly, not giving him the opportunity to get up. Mash grabs both of Dakota’s feet. He then begins to turn his body, dragging Dakota across the mat and after a full revolution, lifts him up a few inches into the air with a giant swing. After three full turns, Mash then releases Dakota’s feet and sends him flying across the ring and crashing into the nearby corner.

JOHNSON: ”We knew Monster Mash was strong but he made that look easy!”

VASSA: ”Just imagine if he was a bouncer somewhere. I’d hate to get thrown out by this guy. Knowing him, he’s make sure to throw you out into oncoming traffic.”

JOHNSON: ”I’d feel sorry for anyone who decided to go out clubbing that night with any kind of stripes on.”

VASSA: ”That would be so funny!”

Mash makes his way towards Dakota and picks him up from the mat. He then lifts Dakota up into the air and then slams him into the turnbuckle with force. Dakota falls to a sitting position with his back against the turnbuckle. Mash then grabs ahold of the top ropes with each hand and then presses his boot onto Dakota’s throat. Using the ropes for leverage, Mash then chokes Dakota with his foot as the ref quickly rushes over and starts the five count, yelling into Mash’s ear.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Mash then lets go of the ropes and pulls his foot away from Dakota’s throat. Quickly turning around, Mash snaps at the ref and then chases him in circles around the ring, toying with him. As the ref runs for dear life, he buys Dakota enough time to pull himself up in the corner without Mash taking notice. With the ref running right by him, Dakota then steps forward and takes Mash who is right behind him down to the mat with a drop toe hold. With the impact shaking the entire ring, the ref stops in his tracks and grabs onto the ropes to hold himself up while he catches his breath. Dakota quickly pushes himself up and then runs to the ropes behind him. After hitting them and coming back with speed, Dakota hits Mash in the lower back with a rolling knee drop. He then crawls on top of Mash and grabs him by the head with both hands and begins to slam his face down into the canvas over and over. After ringing Mash’s bell about five times, Dakota then pushes himself up and spits onto the back of Mash’s head.

Dakota then grabs Mash by the arm and shoulder and pulls him up to both feet. Clinching down onto his wrist, Dakota then throws him to the corner where Ramona is. Just as Mash crashes into the corner, Dakota runs right behind him and crushes him with a running clothesline. Dakota then tags Ramona in while pinning Mash against the corner. Once in the ring, Ramona and Dakota pull Mash away from the corner as the ref begins the five count. After helping Ramona get Mash in a side headlock, he hears the ref yell “three” and then exits the ring. With Mash’s head clinched tightly against her body, Ramona then steps onto the middle pad of the turnbuckle and quickly turns herself around behind pushing off and dropping Mash face first to the canvas with a bulldog. Ramona then rolls Mash over to his back and covers for the pin as the ref comes in for the count.

ON–

Out of nowhere, Mash lifts Ramona into the air and throws her off of him, breaking the pin attempt. Quick to her feet, Ramona rushes in on Mash and attacks him with a series of kicks and stomps to the shoulder. She then jumps into the air and comes down with a fist drop across the middle of Mash’s forehead. Standing to her feet, Ramona then goes to jump up once more…

VASSA: ”Oh shit!”

Once Ramona is up in the air, Murg hits her in the back with a shoulder block, knocking her over Mash and down to the mat hard. Before the ref can even make it over to make the five count, Dakota climbs into the ring and bombards him with lefts and rights. The two then go back and forth with one another, exchanging punches and beating the life out of each other. Murg backs Dakota against the ropes and then unloads with back to back body punches that knock the breath out of Dakota. Murg then draws back and swings forward with a haymaker but just as his fist gets close, Dakota ducks underneath. As Murg’s body leans over Dakota, he then stands up and lifts Murg into the air with his back and sends him up and over the top rope. Murg crashes to the floor hard and as he does, the ref catches Dakota’s attention as he officially starts another five count without interruption.

“One! … Two!”

With Murg slowly getting up to his feet, Dakota then turns to the ropes behind him and hits them with speed. Bouncing off with a lot of momentum, Dakota runs towards the ropes and then dives through them, tackling Murg to the ground just as he stands to his feet.

JOHNSON: ”Dakota is putting his body on the line with that suicide dive! What’s the thinking?!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think he is thinking! He doesn’t care about the match he has later. Right now he’s in this match and this is where his attention is. This is a team effort and he’s going to do whatever he can to help the team.”

JOHNSON: ”Ramona is starting to get back to her feet but from the looks of it, she took a massive hit to the back. She looks to be in pain.”

VASSA: ”She’s lucky to even be standing. Murgatroid hit her like a freight train once she jumped into the air. She’s more than likely going to need to see a chiropractor after this night is all said and done.”

With Dakota and Murg rolling around the floor on the outside fighting with each other, Ramona and Mash are the two legal wrestlers in the ring. Leaning against the ropes, Ramona holds her back in pain while watching Mash slowly climb to his feet. Once Mash stands straight up, Ramona then moves in for the kill by leaping into the air, grabbing Mash by the back of the head with both hands and dropping him to the canvas with a sit-out facebuster.

VASSA: ”SHEEZUS CHRIST!!!”

JOHNSON: ”You said it, Vinny!”

After laying Mash out with the vicious move, Ramona then rolls him over to his back and lays across him for the pin. The ref then drops down to both knees for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s a wrap! The Deadly Sins have retained the 4CW Tag Team Championships!”

VASSA: ”One down, one to go for each of them! Look!”

Dakota and Murg continues to beat the life out of each other on the outside as the ref stands at the edge of the ring, yelling for them to stop. He then signals for the bell to grab their attention.

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

Ignoring the bell, the two continue to fight until members of the ringside crew and security from the back rush down to break up the fight. After the two roll for a moment, Dakota manages to mount himself on top of Murg. He then draws his hand back for a power punch but before he can swing down at Murg, his arm gets caught by security and he is then pulled away from Murg. Dakota struggles to break free but doesn’t as there are just too many bodies holding him back. They then pulls him to the edge of the ring before finally forcing him to climb inside. Meanwhile, Murg stands to his feet but can’t do anything as six members of staff have his arms wrapped up and holding him back.

Once in the ring, Dakota looks over to Ramona who is just now standing to both of her feet. He then walks over to her as the ref hands them the championships.

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

Dakota and Ramona then raises the belts above their heads as the fans drown them with boos from the seats.

POWERS: ”Here are your winners and still 4CW Tag Team Champions, THE DEADLY SSIINNSS!!!”

“Straight Out The Gate” hits the speakers as Ramona and Dakota celebrate the win with the championships in their possession.

JOHNSON: ”Well the Tag Team championships didn’t change hands tonight but we still have two more titles on the line later in the evening.”

VASSA: ”This was a brutal match up for everyone involved. Dakota appears to be fine but Ramona may have some lingering effects from this match later on in the main event.”

JOHNSON: ”This wasn’t an easy win, that’s for sure. Hopefully she can pull through it because this main event could very well be her biggest match of her career.”

VASSA: ”We prove this each and every time we put on a show. NOTHING is easy in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: ”You can say that again!”

VASSA: ”Nothing is easy–“

JOHNSON: ”You’re killing me, Vinny. I didn’t mean literally but that’s why I enjoy sitting here beside you calling these big time matches in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Come on, Steve. Quit catching feels!”

JOHNSON: ”Whatever you say! We’re going to go backstage for a few moments folks. We’ll be right back here at ringside shortly.”

As Stevenson stands in the ring after that hard-fought battle, out from behind the curtain comes Freedom who quickly walks down the ramp and slides into the ring confronting Stevenson face-to-face as these fans are on the edge of their seats wondering what is going to happen. As both men have what looks to be a very intense stare down, they suddenly smile as Freedom takes a step back and tosses a T-shirt to Stevenson who catches it and slips on the shirt. The front of the shirt reads Identity Theft in a gold lettering and after putting on the shirt; both Stevenson and Freedom embrace in a hug as each man raises each others arms into the air showing support for one another. Motioning for a microphone, Stevenson is given one as he has a few things to say.

STEVENSON: “Tonight is a very special occasion and that’s because every single person in attendance and watching at home is witnessing history.”

Entering the ring, the manager of champions, Mark Robertson is clapping for his client, the man who he considers to be the best wrestler in the entire world.

STEVENSON: “What you are looking at right now is the very force that is going to change the landscape around here. What you are looking at is the future of this company and don’t get our name twisted, it is exactly as it reads — we are here to steal your success, we are here to steal your girlfriends, and when you wake up and realize that we are the best thing going? We are going to steal your hearts, and that’s because you know that it’s better to be with us then against us.”

Stretching his index finger out on his right hand, Stevenson points directly at the camera while continuing to speak.

STEVENSON: “Take a good long look, take it all in because this is the first step towards perfection, this is where it all begins and where all of you who stand against us ends and no; that’s not a threat…”

Looking as serious as a heart attack, the camera draws in on Stevenson’s face as he is incredibly determined.

STEVENSON: “… It’s a promise and one that you can take to the bank!”

Quickly throwing the microphone down onto the ring canvas, both Stevenson and Freedom raise each other’s hands into the air again showing their unity and dominance that is soon to happen here in the 4CW.

UNDERCARD
COLE JACKSON VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first from Montreal, Quebec, Canada! He is “The Alpha Wolf” COLE JAAACCKSSOON!!”

A motorcycle engine revs up and the music starts. Cole Jackson then walks into the ring slowly, occasionally stopping to look at the crowd. He then enters the ring and stands by the turnbuckle and crouches down stareing straight ahead.

POWERS: “And the opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland…”The Irish Bastard” SEAAMUSSS OHhhhh’CONNNNERRRR!!!”

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. 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: “Two big men, big bodies and big aspirations moving forward in 4CW. Who takes the win here in this clash of size?”

VASSA: “I got the one who wins! Haha!”

As the bell sounds, the two big men step into the center of the ring. Eyes locked on one another as they buck up at the chest. Cole Jackson strikes first but Seamus only stumbles a few steps back. He lunges forward and blasts Jackson to the face and a quick second shot to the side rib cage. Hurrying to take control, Seamus puts Jackson in a standing side headlock but “The Alpha Wolf” lifts Seamus and dumps him with a back body drop. They both scramble back to their feet, Jackson slaps down hard with an open palm chop to the chest, Seamus grabs at his chest and strains but stomps at Jackson’s knee, trying to kick the knee back. Jackson wobbles as the kick lands and Seamus barrels into him with a shoulder charge that does nothing but knock Jackson back.

Enraged, Cole Jackson comes at Seamus but gets scooped up with a Bodyslam and put down onto the canvas. The fans give some cheer for the big body Seamus slammed as he skips back and uses the ropes to keep himself standing.

JOHNSON: “Very nice Bodyslam by Seamus O’Connor! These two are all strength and force!”

VASSA: “Yes but which is the greater version of those two qualities? That’s the question and Seamus seems to be in the lead so far but things just started.”

As Jackson pushes up to his feet, Seamus helps him out and whips him into a nearby Corner. For a big man, Seamus can move and does rushing Jackson and hitting a big Clothesline Splash on “The Alpha Wolf”. Seamus ducks down to lift Jackson up onto the turnbuckles but Jackson crashes down thundering clubs to Seamus’ back. Jackson grabs Seamus from the waist, lifts him and steps forward a few steps before Powerbombing “The Irish Bastard” dead center in the ring. Cole drops to his knees before laying over Seamus for a pin attempt.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Not even 2 and a half. Jackson has to do more than that to keep Seamus out of this contest. Rip his head off!”

JOHNSON: “These big boys will beat you with limbs they themselves ripped off your body. THAT is the danger of being inside a 4CW ring. These are just two examples of that.”

VASSA: “Did you SEE that Pride Gauntlet? Not sure we’ve had an opener on that scale before and Openers around here are just as important as Main Events depending on who you ask.”

Up on his knees, Cole Jackson briefly discusses the 2 count with the Referee. As he rises he pulls Seamus up with him but “The Irish Bastard” begins fighting back no sooner than they both get to their feet. One shot to the side, another to the stomach and as he breaks free from Jackson’s grapple, Seamus drives a powerful Uppercut into Cole Jackson’s chin that causes him the bite down on his own lip. Trickles of blood show along with teeth marks as Jackson touches the burning flesh of his wound. His eyes rage as he looks at Seamus and waves him in to bring it on. The two cock back and step forward with big hay makers that thud in connection to each man’s jaw.

They both stumble, Cole goes for a Short Arm Clothesline, Seamus locks the incoming arm at his side and begins blasting Jackson with rapid and powerful punches to the face. Jackson swings his free arm and knocks Seamus into a daze with a shot to the temple.

Thrusting a knee into the stomach of Seamus puts “The Irish Bastard” down to one knee. Jackson hauls ass backwards, backing into the ropes he springs off them forward and goes for his “Howling Knee” but Seamus sways back and the roaring Knee misses by inches. Jackson extends, almost splitting at the legs as he falls and plants a hand down to keep himself from completely toppling over. Seamus pops up and steps behind Jackson, grabbing him by the hair and Headbutting Jackson to the back of his head. Jackson flops forward into the canvas.

JOHNSON: “The thud from that Headbutt to the back of Jackson’s head was crazy loud. I felt it over here! Jackson might be hurt..”

VASSA: “Seamus is hurt from it too! Look at that guy haha!!”

As Seamus stands, he wobbles unbalance himself from the assault. Shaking off the head ache, Seamus stomps down into Jackson with sloppy feet. Each stomp removes some daze as Seamus starts going to town. Jackson rolls on his side, then his back trying to get free from the relentless stomps and kicks. Jackson manages to roll out of the ring under the bottom ropes to escape. The referee steps in, getting between Seamus and the ropes so he can make the Count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Seamus waves, challenges Jackson to reenter the ring. “The Alpha Wolf” rounds the ring, taking his time as the referee gets deeper into the count.

“Six! … Seven! … Eight!”

Climbing the steel stairs at the outside corner, Cole Jackson gets up on the ring apron and calls for Seamus to back up. Hands up to show he wants a fair fight, Seamus stands down and Jackson dips through the ropes to enter the ring. Seamus rushes in and attacks, putting Jackson into the ropes with wild punches and clubbing blows. Jackson shoves O’Connor back but “The Irish Bastard” comes back in for another round of attack. He gets off two more swings before Cole Jackson catches him, lifts him up and hits him with a huge One Handed Spinebuster, Seamus bounces off the canvas. Jackson falls as well but reaches over and covers Seamus for a pinfall.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Holy Smokes the ring shook!!”

JOHNSON: “If that ring could tell stories…”

VASSA: “It’d say Ay Carumba these dudes are bigguns!”

JOHNSON: “You’re a biggun..”

VASSA: “Bully..”

Cole Jackson is pissed. He wants this match to be over, he wants the victory and the look on his face says he is looking for that finish. He rises and yanks Seamus with him, pulling on him violently as the Irishman looks out of it as he stands slumped even on his feet. Cole takes off across the ring, hits the ropes and springs back and lifts Leg looking for a Big Boot but Seamus side steps it and School Boy Rolls Jackson up, holding the tights tight as the referee slides down to make the pin.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

The pin is broken up and both men wobbling rise to their feet looking to get off first with their next attack. Cole blocks a punch, Seamus blocks the counter, Cole blocks that punch, Seamus catches the leg of Jackson as he goes for a simple front Toe Kick. Slamming the leg down, Seamus hits a Toe Kick of his own and pulls Jackson in with a Suplex setup. As he lifts him, Jackson slides off the move and ends up behind Seamus and quickly pulls Seamus’ head back executing his “BlackOut Buster” on Seamus O’Connor. The fans let out a deep sigh as both men lay tired on the canvas.

VASSA: “PIN HIM!!”

JOHNSON: “Both men are down, that could be Concussion City for Seamus O’Connor, you see the way his head snapped down into that knee? Normal men would be left laying. The NFL would throw ALL the flags for that one!”

Rolling over to his stomach, Cole Jackson crawls a few inches and throws his arm over Seamus looking for a pin but too much time has past or Seamus’ fighting spirit won’t die because as the referee drops to make the count, Seamus kicks out before the pin is even started.

“STAY DOWN!!!”

The crowd bellows out boos as Cole Jackson weakened but angry stands over Seamus. Jackson nods and backs away, stepping back until he feels the turnbuckles from a nearby corner against his back. There he waits, lining Seamus up for what can only be another attempt at his “Howling Knee”.

JOHNSON: “Could this be it? Jackson has traded counters and big moves with Seamus this entire match. Is this where Jackson takes the victory as both men claimed building up to this match?”

VASSA: “I hope so! This knee is bonkers! Imagine a dude his size clipping you with that Running Knee to the head?”

As Seamus is slow to rise, he gets to his feet but is bent over drained from the contest. Jackson explodes from the corner and goes for his “Howling Knee” but the massively attempted Finisher is avoided as Seamus falls down into a Push up position. As Jackson spins around to regain control, Seamus pops up from the canvas and scoops up Jackson and hits a short Running Powerslam of the Oklahoma variety.

As he rises, Seamus breaks off like a Sprinter, hits the ropes, springs off them and leaps up going for a Jumping Sitting Senton but Cole Jackson rolls out of the way and Seamus lands on his rump. Seamus is still on his feet first but his hands hold his butt as Jackson groggily gets standing. Cole goes to grapple, Seamus knocks his hands away, grabs the back of Jackson’s head, leaps up and comes down with his “Irish Kiss” Codebreaker. The fans erupt with celebration but both men land on the canvas exhausted.

JOHNSON: “Not again! This could be Seamus’ time to win this match!! Both of these men are breathing heavy and ready for the end. Who’s it gonna be!?!”

The referee checking on each competitor clears them to continue as Seamus flinches and rolls onto his side. He scoots over to Jackson like a paralyzed man dragging himself across the ground. He flops over Jackson as the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall…”The IRISH BASTARD!!” SEAAMUSSS OOooohhh…CONNOORRRR!!!”

JOHNSON: “Tonight folks are left with the reality of how much they “Ante Up” and what you put up, you better back up! Seamus O’Connor is in a new refreshing dedication here tonight! This could be his second wind moving forward, congratulations!”

“The Spicy McHaggis Jig” plays through the Theater and Seamus is helped to his feet. The referee helping him stand, raises his arm in victory before moving him to the ropes so he can hold himself up. Fans celebrating the win as Seamus in pain raises an arm before dropping down and scooting out of the ring under the bottom rope.

The production cuts to the parking lot as we see a stretched blacked out Cadillac Escalade slowly creeping to a halt. The back door swings open and the first thing we see is a pair of Italian leather dress shoes swing out and press down on the asphalt. The camera slowly pans up revealing a pair of black slacks, then a black dress shirt underneath a matching black suit jacket; the top two buttons left undone. Finally the camera pans high enough to reveal the identity of the passenger. Frankie Morrison smirks as he tugs on his jacket by the lapels. He turns back towards the interior of the Escalade and is seen giving instructions to a second individual. Morrison steps back and closes the door before he slowly begins to strut towards the entrance. Morrison stops at the employee entrance and shakes hands with the security guard working the door.

JOHNSON: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, your former 4CW General Manager, Frankie Morrison has entered the building!”

VASSA: ”What the hell is he doing here? And why is he using the employees entrance? Someone needs to fire that security guard!”

JOHNSON: ”Vinny you sound ridiculous! Mr. Morrison is one of the men who helped build this company from the beginning. I think it’s safe to say he gets a free pass and is allowed to attend whatever shows he wants!”

VASSA: ”I don’t like it. Smells fishy to me. And who was he talking to in that oversized eco-killer!”

JOHNSON: ”Are we sure that’s just not you that you’re smelling?”

VASSA: ”Real funny. Ha Ha. But seriously, someone check the credentials of that security guard! Last I checked Frankie boy stepped down from 4CW to pursue other endeavors. If he wanted to see the show so badly he could have bought a ticket like everyone else!”

Frankie finishes up some small talk with the security guard and then walks through the door which was being held open for him. The feed cuts as the door slowly closes behind Morrison.

UNDERCARD
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

LAURYN FAITH VS. BRANDON YOUNG VS. DREW STEVENSON

POWERS: “This following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat, introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and fifty eight pounds, fighting out of Fort Dodge, Iowa…she is LAURYNNNN FAAAAIIIITH!”

Lauryn Faith’s entrance isn’t an act of posturing but deference. She creeps through the curtain with her guide Draven Rook behind her then falls to her knees on the stage. With her arms spread wide, Lauryn looks to silent gods who refuse to answer her so she shrieks as loud as she can. Draven rubs her shoulder and mutters a prayer, then takes her hand and leads her to the ring. Lauryn grins at the audience members.

VASSA: ”She creeps me out partner.”

POWERS: ”And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada, he is “The Yung King” BRAAAANDONNN YOOOOUNNNNG!!!”

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

JOHNSON: ”Here’s a guy on a string of losses. Tonight here in the jam packed Jubilee Theater he can rebound and pick up a win against some solid opponents.”

The lights suddenly just shut off consuming the entire theater in complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye.

POWERS: ”And their opponent, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, fighting out of Kansas City, he is “Public Enemy Number One.” DREEEEWWWW STEEEVENSSSONNNN!!”

Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing “I’m the Man” by Aloe Blacc as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the theater lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans boo him heavily. He just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green wrestling pants, dark green knee pads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. Once at ringside, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

VASSA: ”Drew looks ten times bigger than both his opponents out there.”

JOHNSON: ”I know he’s looking to capture another victory tonight. Will be tough out there.”

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell tolls Brandon is the first out of his corner looking to go right after Drew. He swings at him and catches him dead on the chin. Drew stumbling backward back into his corner. Lauryn darting from her corner and going after Young, but Young weaves a hook from her and pushes her onto Drew. Ahe bounces off of Drew and into Young’s grasp. Young looking for the Suplex, but Drew trips his legs as he’s falling backward sending Young and Lauryn to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”That was awkward.”

Drew brings Brandon back to his feet and grabs him by the neck. Young elbowing Drew. Drew let’s go of his neck and falls over Lauryn Faith who was getting back to her feet. Brandon bounces off of a rope and looks to Punt Kick Lauryn, but she rolls out of the way, gets to her feet and delivers a Springboard Elbow. Young aiding to his face as Drew spears him out of nowhere. The crowd beginning to pour in the boos.

VASSA: ”Probably will never be any love from the fans toward Drew.”

JOHNSON: ”He’ll never care about them either so I guess it goes hand in hand.”

With Young down Lauryn and Drew lock up. Drew out strengthening her and whipping her across the ring. He trails behind her and as she’s getting to her feet he kicks her on the torso. Lauryn screaming out in pain. Unaware of Young behind him Drew is hit with a backbreaker. Young following that up with a Headlock. Lauryn bounces off a rope and connects with a Punt Kick to Young’s head. Young letting go off the lock as Drew aids to his neck.

VASSA: ”Looked like she took Brandon’s head off with that one.”

Lauryn taunts out to the crowd receiving nothing but boos as she brings Drew to his feet. Lauryn kneeing him in the stomach to set up a DDT but Drew pushes her off of him and nails her with a Clothesline. Young getting back to his feet but is Clotheslined over the top rope by Drew. Drew placing his focus on Lauryn as he brings her back to her feet and whips her across the ring. As she bounces off the ropes Young grabs her boots and sends her face first into the mat.

Young climbs back in the ring and he and Drew lock up. Young getting the better of Young with a Hip Toss. He places Drew in a Inverted Leg Lock. Drew reaching out for the ropes. Lauryn getting back to her feet before stomping on Drew’s hand and catching Young with a knee to the face. With both men down Lauryn climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off for a Frogsplash, Drew rolling out of the way as she connects onto Brandon.

JOHNSON: “Quick thinking by the veteran Drew.”

VASSA: ”Young’s gotta be feeling that.”

Drew climbs to his feet and so does Lauryn. Lauryn charging at Drew looking for a Springboard Dropkick, but Drew circles out of the way, wrapping his arms around Lauryn and delivering a Backdrop. Mounting Lauryn and hitting her with a few blows. Lauryn’s legs just flopping in the air after every blow.

Drew taunts the crowd before taunting Young and Lauryn. Pulling Lauryn to her feet, but Lauryn pushes Drew into the ref and low blows Drew while the ref isn’t looking.

VASSA: ”Look at Drew’s face.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh yeah…he’s hurting right now.”

Drew falls to the mat leaving Lauryn and Brandon standing as they lock up. Young taking Lauryn down with a quick takedown. She bounces back to her feet before being takedown by Brandon again. Brandon bouncing off a rope but being tripped by Drew who sticks his legs out. Drew pulls himself to his feet and points at Lauryn. Lauryn stepping to the middle of the ring and so does Drew who kicks Lauryn in the gut and beams her with a DDT. He goes for the pin but Lauryn quickly kicks out.

Drew pulls her to her feet and whips her into the turnbuckle Young was pulling himself up from the mat with. Lauryn crashes into Brandon and Drew tries follwing up with a Spear but both Young and Lauryn move out of the way. Young hitting Lauryn with a Flying Thrust Kick. Lauryn dropping to her knees before flopping to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Nice move from the so called Yung King.”

VASSA: ”He better watch out for Steee…”

Drew nails Young from behind with a shoulder into the back of his knee. Young dropping down to his knees before Drew places him in a Cobra Clutch, but not for long as Lauryn leaps off of the ropes and connects with a 360 Splash. All three competitors laid out.

Lauryn begins to bring herself back to her feet. So does Brandon. Lauryn goes for Drew not realizing Brandon’s back to his feet. Lauryn grabs Drew by the little hair he has and pulls him back to his feet only to be wrapped up from behind by Brandon who delivers a Suplex. He quickly gets back to his feet. Drew looking to Clothesline him but Brandon ducks, bounces off a rope and deviates Drew with the Loud Pack.

VASSA: ”Uh oh…this could be it.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right about that partner.”

Young drops down for the pin but Lauryn is there to break it up immeadietly by stomping on Young’s back. She rolls Young from over Drew and lifts Drew to his feet. Pummeling him with some blows before he catches one of her swings before dropping her to the mat with a scoopslam.

Young makes his way to his feet and looks to Crossbody Drew but instead cross bodys the ref. Francis Dart can be seen jumping the gaurd rail.

JOHNSON: ”What’s Freedom doing out here??!”

VASSA: ”He isn’t scheduled to be in this match! His match was earlier!”

JOHNSON: ”We heard earlier that him and Drew were the new Gold Standard around here in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”I have to lay off the booze. I almost forgot. My bad!”

He slides into the ring and drags Brandon out of it before running away from the ring and outta sight. Lauryn gets to her feet and goes for a Flying Knee, but Drew moves out of the way, wrapping up around Lauryn and delivering The Career Killer. He waste no time going for the pin. The ref regaining his composure as Drew yells at him. He slides in for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

Sliding into the ring too late, Young is unable to break up the pinfall.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…DREW STEVENNNSOOOOON!!!”

“I’m the man” by Aloe Blacc begins to play as Drew Stevenson gets rained down on with boos from the crowd.

VASSA: ”Brandon just couldn’t get there on time.”

JOHNSON: ”But boy was he close to breaking that up. Even after the Dart interference.”

VASSA: ”He may have robbed Brandon of a victory here tonight. None the less Drew is the winner here tonight folks.”

Transition begins to fade with Drew walking up the ramp while taunting the crowd. Francis Dart appearing from the crowd with a persnickedy grin on his face as he congratulates Drew.

JOHNSON: ”Well the new Gold Standard forms tonight and they’re helping each other in matches already!”

VASSA: ”If Freedom hadn’t pulled Young out of the ring this match could very well be going on right now as we speak.”

JOHNSON: ”I wonder what these two are up to now that they have aligned.”

The cameras switch once again backstage where interviewer Gabriel Hartman is standing outside the now-familiar dressing room of Liam O’Shea and Aidan Carlisle. This time he wastes no time knocking on the door. It takes only a few moments before the door swings open, as though he was quite expected. Aidan stands in the doorway, smiling brightly.

AIDAN: “I’ve been waiting for you, Gabe. I knew you’d be swooping in here at any moment.”

Undeterred, Hartman forges ahead with his burning questions.

HARTMAN: “Now that your match is over, can I get your thoughts? How do you feel?”

She just laughs as Liam, now dressed in his street clothes, steps up behind her and lays an arm across the back of her shoulders. The big Irishman is wearing a smirk of his own.

AIDAN: “I know what you’re thinking, Gabriel. You’re thinking that I’m going to be angry, maybe throw some things or destroy a dressing room. But I’m not. I went into this match knowing that it was going to be one hell of a challenge. I knew that there were no guarantees as to what would happen after the first bell rung.

“Of course there’s always the disappointment that comes with a loss, but it’s temporary. I know that I went out there and gave everything I had. I know that I didn’t hold back or leave anything in the tank. I didn’t let doubt or suspicion get in my way. I may not have the Pride Championship, but I still have my pride.

“You see, when you don’t spend all your time running around talking about being the best, your entire world doesn’t come crashing down if someone gets the better of you. Sure, I’m going to hear about it for weeks on end, most likely. There’s always a bigger fish, however, and at some point one is going to come along and swallow him whole.”

HARTMAN: “There was certainly some bad blood between yourself and Royce Griffin before this match, regardless of the results and who won here, do you expect it to continue?”

AIDAN: “Holding a grudge is exhausting, Gabriel, and this match took enough out of me. I just don’t have the energy for it. If he and I end up in the ring again, then so be it, but this match is done and RPG isn’t even on my radar anymore. My attention is turning to the next.”

HARTMAN: “And what about you, Liam? How do you feel about the outcome of Aidan’s match?”

Liam chuckles as he gives Aidan a squeeze into his side.

LIAM: “Hartman, I’m proud of me woman every moment of every day. Belt around her pretty little waist or not, I’ve known she was a Champion since the moment I met her. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

HARTMAN: “Being that this is Las Vegas, did you put any bets down?”

AIDAN: “No. I’m not a gambler, Gabriel.”

A long pause draws out as Liam smirks to himself, Aidan finally giving a half-assed slap to the middle of his broad chest.

LIAM: “Maybe some folks will think it was in bad taste, but I bet on me own match, and I’ll be raking in a small fortune when I go cash out. We’ve got some fancy dinners in our future.”

Aidan just shakes her head, though she’s clearly not all that angry.

AIDAN: “Anyway, I’d like to hit the shower, Gabe, so I can watch the Headline and Main Event, so please excuse us.”

The two remain in the doorway as Hartman disappears down the hall. After a few moments pass Aidan lays her head against Liam’s shoulder.

LIAM: “Disappointed, pretty lady?”

AIDAN: “You know, it’s not even that. Just a feeling. Something’s coming… and it doesn’t have anything to do with tonight.”

As they step back the door swings shut once again.

UNDERCARD
JOHN AUSTIN VS. ROXI JOHNSON

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Raleigh North Carolina, he is “The Magic Man”…JOHN AUUUUSTTTTTIIINNN!!”

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.

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.

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.

VASSA: ”As we all know, this could be Roxi Johnson’s last match in a Four Corner Ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Roxi’s been a mainstay in Four C W for a long time now. Since the beginning.”

VASSA: “And Austin’s looking to capitalize on a win here tonight in the Jubilee. Winning this one would be huge for him.”

JOHNSON: “This should be one helluva match between these two.”

DING!!! DING!!!

With that the match begin. John looking to use his strength by wrapping up witb Roxi and taking her down, but Roxi is quick back to her feet. John looks to grab Roxi once more, but Roxi ducks under, bounces off a rope and catches John with a Flying Elbow. John stumbles backwards and into the ropes where he bounces off and ducks under a Flying Clothesline from Roxi. John halts himself and turns around, grabbing Roxi by the arm and tripping her feet.

VASSA: ”Nice trip by Austin.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s where you want to keep Roxi…on the mat.”

He tries putting Roxi in an Armbar, but once again Roxi slithers her way from underneath, and jumping to her feet. John bounces to his feet too. Both competitors circling the ring. They wrap up witj one another, Roxi swinging Jon over her hips and onto the mat where she places John in a Headlock.

John strenghtens his way out the lock, getting to his feet and looking for a clothesline, once again no connection. Roxi takes a swing and catches John on the Jaw. She follows up with a knee to the gut and attempts a DDT but John flips Roxi over his back. He bounces off a rope and connects with a boot to the face. John rising to his feet awaiting Roxi to get back to hers.

VASSA: ”This has been pretty back and forth so far.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh yeah Vinny. I think it’s going to be like this the whole match.”

VASSA: ”I hope so.”

Roxi slowly makes her way back to her feet, John looking for a Spear but Roxi slides out of the way sending John shoulder first into the turnbuckle. John turns around and Roxi goes for a Flying knee but John rolls out of the way, Roxi’s knee hitting the turnbuckle as the crowd screeches out.

VASSA: ”Ouch.”

John grabs Roxi from the turnbuckle and brings her into the middle of the ring where he plants her with a Hammerlock Bodyslam. John bouncing to his feet feeling the momentum going his way to some cheers from the crowd. He lifts Roxi back to her feet, this time Roxi catching Austin with an elbow. She follows that up with a Dropkick. John drops to his knees. Roxi bounces off of a rope and connects with a Victory Roll. The crowd begins going ballistic.

Roxi climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off for a Frogsplash but Austin rolls out of the way and instantly places Roxi in a Figure Four Lock.

JOHNSON: ”He’s got that bad boy locked in tight too.”

VASSA: ”But the ropes are in reach of Roxi.”

Roxi gets her arm over the ropes. Austin breaks up the hold and pulls Roxi back to her feet, whipping her into the tutnbuckle with nothing but strength as Roxi bounces off and to the mat. She brings herself up with the ropes, Austin looking to Clothesline her over them. Roxi ducks and tries lariating John, but John jumps over the leg and hits Roxi with a European Uppercut. Roxi stumbling back into the ropes.

With her back to the ropes, once more John tries to Clothesline her over them. Roxi landing on the edge of the ring. She swoops in through the middle of the ropes, shouldering John in the gut before jumping on the top rope and connecting with a Missle Dropkick. She goes for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Roxi gets back to her feet and pulls John back to his, she whips him into the ropes. He bounces off and ducks under a Superman Punch from Roxi. He bounces off a rope himself, Roxi looking for a Crossbody but Austin catches her and drills her with a Alabama Slam.

VASSA: ”That slam was thunderous.”

JOHNSON: ”The guy is two fifty.”

John gets to his feet clapping as he does. Roxi begins to make her way to her feet, John darts across the ring catching Roxi with a Flying Elbow. Roxi bounces back into a turnbuckle, but quickly gets out of it. John looking for a Dropkick but Roxi leans back, connecting with a Cartwheel Kick. John stumbles back and Roxi follows up with a Springboard Dropkick.

The crowd begins chanting Roxi. Roxi makes her way up the turnbuckle. She awaits John to get to his feet. When he does she leaps off for another Missle Dropkick, but Austin slides out of the way and begins to connect with a vary of kicks and punches.

JOHNSON: ”John’s looking like a shell of Lui King out there.”

Roxi finally drops to the mat. John quickly lifting her back to her feet and slapping her across the chest, followed by another and another. He finally sets her up in a turnbuckle, looking for a Gore, but Roxi rolls out of the way in the nick of time.

Once again John goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle. The crowd oozing at the impact. Roxi grabs John by the neck and brings his back down against her knee. She climbs up the ropes and hypes up the crowd who cheer at the top of their lung. She leaps off for a Moonsault but John rolls out of the way.

VASSA: ”She crashed hard to the mat.”

JOHNSON: ”This could be the match changer.”

VASSA: “All I know is these two have been going at it.”

Austin climbs up the rope himself. He claps his hands receiving some cheers from the crowd. He leaps off with a 450 Splash, but Roxi rolls out of the way. The crowd ewwing at Austin’s landing. Roxi takes a quick breather, looking across the ring at Austin. She pulls herself up with the ropes, holding her chest as she makes her way across the ring.

She hops on top of Austin and places him in the Justice Lock. The crowd begins to go banannas, the ref stepping in to see if Austin wants to tap.

JOHNSON: ”I THINK HE’S GOING TO TAP!!!”

VASSA: ”NO…he got his foot on the rope.”

Roxi breaks up the choke. Slapping the mat before getting to her feet. She pulls Austin back to his aswell. Roxi tries to whip Austin across the ring, but Austin reverses, and instead of sending Roxi across the ring he catches her from behind and annihilates her with the Gimmie Three Steps.

VASSA: “Uh oh. I smell trouble.”

Austin lifts Roxi back to his feet, ready to finish the match with the Albright Special. As he lifts Roxi up for the first Suplex, Roxi lands on her feet. Austin turns around and Roxi deviates him with the Ray Of Hope. The crowd goes haywire. Roxi goes for the pin as the crowd counts along.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “It’s over.”

THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here’s your winner…ROXI JOHNNNNSOOOOONNNN!!!”

“The Touch” begins playing as Roxi and Austin shake hands. John lifting Roxi’s hand in the air before they share a little hug.

VASSA: ”What a match by those two.”

JOHNSON: ”Just another great match here at Ante Up.”

VASSA: ”John’s a guy who can make some waves in 4CW. He showed that here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”And of course once again Roxi delivers with another stellar performance.”

As the final bell sounds, Roxi gets up using the ropes and looks around to more cheers from the audience. The music is cut as Roxi asks for the microphone.

JOHNSON: Oh boy, Roxi has asked for the microphone.

VASSA: You don’t think she’s really going to leave, do you?

JOHNSON: It as to be what she wanted the microphone for. She must have made her decision!

Roxi motions for the crowd to tone down as looks at John Austin standing in the ring.

JOHNSON:First of all, John, I just want to say, great match. Thank you for giving me everything you had tonight, on a stage like Ante Up. You clearly opened some eyes tonight.

Roxi gets cheered as John nods and simply exits the ring. Roxi turns to the crowd and brushes her hair from her face as she continues.

JOHNSON: Well, I guess that means that here we are. This is the moment of truth isn’t it? Do I stay, or do I go?

There is concerned noise from the crowd.

JOHNSON: I have to say, I absolutely dreaded this moment for the entire 3 weeks leading up to it. I hate having to make this choice right here and now, but I set this deadline, so I need to adhere to it. I’ll say that I don’t really know what exactly I am going to say here tonight. I didn’t write anything down, I didn’t prepare notes, so I’m just going to shoot from the heart.

Cheers.

JOHNSON: But, I guess I need to explain things before I tell you why I’m making the choice I’m making. I need to be honest here, this year, just hasn’t been fun for me. It’s been a long journey to get where I wanted to be, and time and time again, I have fallen short.

More loud boos.

JOHNSON: I have tried, and I have failed, and instead of competing for the 4CW title, or even the Pride championship, I am just here, in a match, a great match, mind you, with John Austin. But still, for people to call me a pillar of this company, or the best wrestler to not be the 4CW champion, and call me thing that celebrate my greatness, I have done nothing to warrant that. And for that, I apologize.

More mixed noise.

JOHNSON: I started to think that, well, my goals aren’t getting accomplished, and each day that passed, I started to get a little down on myself. I started to wonder if I even still needed to compete here, because after all these chances, all these opportunities and nothing to show for it, besides a handful of “Great efforts” and “awesome performances”… they just weren’t cutting it. I demand a lot from myself. I demand that which is unattainable, and that’s perfection. So therein lies the choice, do I continue? Do I keep the fight going and try to right these wrongs and fight my way back to the top? And do I continue knowing that possible heartbreak could be coming on the horizon? Do I go through that again, and let those bad vibes continue to effect the way I do things in 4CW? Or, do I take these good memories and walk away, head held high, and say “thanks, but no thanks to anything else.

Boos. The fans are not happy at this dilemma.

JOHNSON: Perry Wallace was very good to me. We’ve had conversations about my future, and he offered me quite the deal to stay. People would say I was a fool for not simply taking the money, and continuing to wrestle here. But as I’ve stated, it’s about much, much more than money. For me, it’s about happiness, and I’m not happy. I’m not happy because of where I am, I’m not happy because of what I see from various wrestlers here in this company, and I’m not happy with the continued ignoring and often time’s contribution to the negativity by people who should know better. I have plenty of reasons to walk away, because the lawlessness of this place isn’t something I want to deal with. I have all the motivation I need on these points alone to walk away, and I’d feel much better about myself, and my integrity if I did.

CROWD: “Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go!”

JOHNSON: But on the other hand, I have made so many good friends here, and they have all weighed in, and made me feel like part of the family. And while families have their squabbles from time to time, they still remain family. People like Jair Hopkins, Flipp, Mannie, Freedom, Royce, Jada, Felicity, and even Jason Cashe himself, have always been straight with me, and had my back. And every time I even though about the option of walking away, I thought of them, and I cried thinking about simply leaving them all high and dry. Some did their best to sway me to stay, and that, is just amazing. The support and love I’ve gotten from each and every one of you guys has just made me smile when I was feeling low.

Loud cheers.

JOHNSON: Taking all that stuff into consideration, I gave it a lot of thought. And I also took the advice of my wife Keira, who told me to observe for these three weeks, and make my decision based on how I feel after that, and then re-evaluate how I feel after the match. Well, it’s after the match, and I do feel a little different. And to be completely honest with all of you, thinking about it. I’ve felt that either choice I made, would be the wrong one. Because what’s right, isn’t always popular and all. So, it’s come to this…

There is an anxious silence in the crowd as Roxi looks around, her eyes telling how nervous and scared she is right now She takes a deep breath, and continues.

JOHNSON: So, it’s with a heavy, heavy heart, that I announce right here, as of tonight, I will indeed, be leaving 4CW.

Loud boos, mixed with people screaming and voicing their displeasure. Roxi takes a minute to let the crowd get it out.

CROWD: “Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go!”

JOHNSON: Trust me, this was not an easy choice. And even now, after saying it, I still don’t think it’s 100% right. I’m sorry if I let anybody down. I’m sorry that now, you won’t be seeing me on 4CW television anymore. I wish things were different, I really do. But, right now, this is a losing battle for me. So rather than let this fight continue to beat me down, and turn me into something I’m not, I’m turning away all this negativity, all those bad vibes. To continue to spread the energy that you guys have given me, all throughout my time in 4CW.

There are some cheers, but still some booing mixed in.

JOHNSON: It has been, an amazing ride, and you guys are the reason that this was a lot harder to go through than I even thought. You guys are truly amazing, and it… it’s going to…to take some getting used to, not being here to feel your energy.

There are more cheers, but even Roxi is tearing up.

JOHNSON: But, this is not good-bye, forever. This is only, good-bye for now. Maybe, just maybe one day, I could come back here, and see you all again. I know I’m going to miss this, more than anything, but for me, it’s what it’s just something I need to do.

Roxi again brushes her hair out of her face again.

JOHNSON: So from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for supporting me, thank you for being by my side as we have gone through this crazy adventure. It was mostly fun, and I thank you for the memories, for the moments we had together. Thank you In the back, I’ve got some cake, and come friends to share it with after this show, so, don’t worry, there’s more awesome wrestling coming so stay tuned!

Roxi is in tears as she takes on final look at the crowd.

JOHNSON: Good-bye my friends. I love you all so very, very much.

Roxi hands the microphone back to Mike Powers as her music hits. She waves to the fans and gives them one final salute before exiting the ring.

JOHNSON: ”I… I can’t believe it, Roxi’s really leaving.”

VASSA: “I never thought I see the day she’d just… walk away..”

JOHNSON: “It’s… wow is it gonna be hard to focus but we… we do have more coming your way.”

The cameras go live backstage where 4CW’s #1 Interviewer, Gabriel Hartman is paired with the former 4CW Championship holder and one who will appear in the highly-anticipated Main Event of the evening, Jair Hopkins. The crowd buzzes loud to the sight of Hopkins who is already in his gear of black hoodie, tights with shorts that featured his logo and the Adidas logo on it as those awesome gold winged Adidas shined bright. Hopkins sporting that smile of his, rubbed his hands together as he was all Hartman’s for the moment.

HARTMAN: “Hopkins, long time buddy. How you feeling tonight?”

HOPKINS: “I feel ready as ever man. I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment and in a few moments, it’ll be here. All this work and here I am going against all odds once again.”

HARTMAN: “But you’d rather have it that way, am I right?”

Hartman cracked a smile as Hopkins nodded along.

HOPKINS: “You damn right. What’s a challenge if you ain’t going against the world, right? Three top-tier talents I have looking to leave. Two are just as hungry as me while the other, Cashe is looking to do anything he can to retain, at all costs. Everyone just sees it being another Hopkins/Cashe clash but there’s two others involved who wants to break through that glass and kill all that noise. I’m looking forward to it. I’m ready, Gabriel!”

HARTMAN: “Many sources say that with how your first reign went, they don’t think you’re ready for this stage again so quickly. They think you’re better off a tier lower, going after the Pride or Extreme Division. They say you came and went so quick, you never got to establish yourself as face of the company. What you have to say about that?”

Hopkins once again laughed, looking around as he bit his lip a couple times, trying to come out with a good reply.

HOPKINS: “What I have to say to that? Who are those sources, Gabe? Ramona perhaps? Fel? Possibly even the Champ himself, Cashe?”

Gabriel shrugs his shoulders, not saying anything.

HARTMAN: ”Just sources I’ve gotten. Fans responses, critics, you name it.”

Hopkins nodded his head.

HOPKINS: ”I only listen to one source, fam and that’s the fans who supported me since the beginning of this long, but steady journey. Winning that 4CW Championship was a thing of beauty and sure I may have stared at it too many times and therefore fell short in defense but I’ve since learned my lessons. Some want to say since that loss, I’ve been less 4CW. I don’t even know how to respond to that. I’ve given 4CW my all since the first day. Since I signed on that dotted line. I belong here and my record pretty much is proof. I’ve been successful with every challenge I accepted. Tonight is a chance for me to once again prove to everyone what Jair Hopkins is all about. I wear my heart and emotions on my sleeve, so be it. I got the heart of a Champion and tonight, it’s going to beat harder and faster than it has ever done before. Stay tuned!”

With that Hopkins pats Hartman on the shoulder as he takes off as the crowd grows loud with the cameras fading out.

BRODY LEE: “OPEN THIS DOOR! WHO’S IN MY OFFICE? I HAD TO BEG FOR AN OFFICE!! SOMEBODY CALL THE LOCKSMITH!!”

Banging on the office door, Brody Lee Prince has his Cowboy hat off his head and he looks down right upset. A few security officers walk up along with Perry Wallace to see what all the commotion was about.

WALLACE: “What’s going on here? Brody, Brody…Calm down and tell me what the problem is?”

Spinning around, Brody uses his hat to point at Wallace and then at the Office door.

BRODY LEE: “I’ll tell you whuut! I just got this damn office approved and I had asked for a bathroom but ohhh noo so I leave to drain the “Mighty Python” and come back and my dang door’s all locked up! I hear people inside but don’t nobody wanna answer me…HELLO!!”

He proceeds to bang more on the door until Wallace grabs his arm and again tries to calm him down.

WALLACE: “Hey, hey, hey now…Let’s try and calm down. Look, tonight is a big night. We’re halfway done and the stress levels are high. The GM yelling and banging on doors is not what we need tonight. Let me try and get them to open up while security grabs the spare keys…”

Brody’s eyes bulge out as his mouth forms a small circle. Wallace stares at him as Brody digs deep in his back pocket. He removes his wallet and opens the bill fold.

WALLACE: “Tell me you don’t have the key we gave you?”

BRODY LEE: “I do actually…Heh, funniest thing ain’t it? All that banging and yellin’ for nothing huh? Haha!”

Stepping aside, Wallace nods to the door and Brody pulls the key free from a card slot and tucks away his wallet. As he approaches the door and inserts the key, the bolt lock is unlocked and the door swings open. Jason Cashe steps out, his hair on both his head and face are wildly messed up. His mouth smeared with some lipstick, he stumbles out smiling at both Wallace and then Brody.

CASHE: “HEeeey! How’s it going? I’m GREAT!! Thanks for asking…Ummm…”

Out comes Niobe Martin, pulling her shirt over her head and down around her upper body as she steps out of the door and stands next to Cashe. Her hair less messed up but she has a piece of paper stuck to her backside. Brody snatches it off her in a very aggressive manner.

CASHE: “So THIS Happened! Hey Brody…Sorry about the mess…Got kind of moist in there if ya catch my drift! Huh! Wink, Wink?”

BRODY LEE: “Wha–“

WALLACE: “What is this? Did you two just bump nasty?”

Around the corner comes 4CW Roadie, Tommy Knox who has ties to both Cashe and Niobe. The moment could have been awkward.

KNOX: “You guys banged?! NICE!!! She’s a wild one huh Cashe? Haha! Fan-fucking-tastic!”

Reaching in, Knox fist bumps Cashe. He leaves the scene celebrating the occasion. Cashe seemed entertained and looks back at Niobe to meet a slap across the face. Cashe looks stunned as Niobe walks off screen but comes back, yanks Cashe by the hair and kisses him. Then again she leaves the scene as Perry Wallace follows Brody Lee into his Office to see the damage.

BRODY: “Oh COME ON!! My Stapler!?!”

WALLACE: “Heh..Wow…Just think, next show new Office. A fresh start! Haha that’s a big wet spot right there!!”

Cashe still outside the office gives himself a pat on the back. Using his back forearm he wipes his face and scurries out of the picture.

HEADLINE
EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
7 PANES OF GLASS MATCH

LORD RAAB VS. DAKOTA SMITH ©

JOHNSON: ”I have no idea what expect in a match like this, but I can promise you that there will be blood. This is without a doubt the most brutal match that 4CW has ever witnessed, the sheer wicked design of it is for one thing… blood. Blood will be drawn. There is no way putting another human begin through a pane of glass would do any less.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, true words there. There are no pinfalls, submissions, or anything else. The only way to win this match is to put your opponent through four of the seven panes of glass out here around the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Every time you break glass someone is going to get one step closer to that Extreme belt, but again each pane of glass broken is going to mean blood and by the buckets.”

VASSA: ”If there were ever two men in the hisory of 4CW who were a perfect fit for this? You’ve got them in Lord Raab and Dakota Smith.”

“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.

JOHNSON: ”Raab giving a look over the one pane of glass already propped up in the ring, the others are on the outside of the ring under the ring, you’re going to have to go get those in this one.”

VASSA: ”Yeah, the first one is a freebie I guess. Six more panes of glass are under the ring, good luck guys.”

JOHNSON: ”This is going to be something.”

“I’m as cold a motherfuckker as you’ve ever put your fucking eyes on. I don’t give a shit about those people.” – Ted Bundy

The words of the infamous serial killer Ted Bundy echo throughout the arena as “ Dance With the Devil” starts to blare over the pa system. The lights in the theatre go black as single spot light hits the stage. Dakota Smith appears in that spotlight with a shopping cart full of weapons, on top of the cart are light tubes. The extreme championship around his neck he looks around the arena before spitting on the ground and starting to walk down the entrance ramp. The lights turn back on in the arena as Dakota makes his way to the ring.

“ Do you really wanna’ dance with the devil

Tell me do you really wanna’ fuckin’ take that chance?

I can two-step walk side of thug talk all over that ass, this devil can dance

I can spit fire like a sideshow freak with a mouth full of gas, while im flippin’ a match

I can make it hotter than lava when a volcano blow, scoop it up

and finger paint with your ash. “

As Dakota gets to the ring he stops for a moment, taking the light tubes off of the cart and sliding them into the ring. He then reaches inside the cart and pulls out two bags. He throws them in the ring and they explode with thumbtacks. The butcher laughs to himself as he pulls out a kendo stick and a lynching rope. He throws them into the ring and then takes the Extreme championship off of his neck. Dakota slides in under the bottom rope and then plants his fists into the ground – lifting himself up. He raises the championship up into the air and then glares at Raab as he backs up into his corner.

VASSA: ” Looks like the Butcher has brought himself a little bit more to the ring here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ” The stakes keep on rising, but in the end survival is going to result in holding onto that championship belt.”

VASSA: ” This one’s going to be good.”

JOHNSON: ” Here we go!”

As soon as the bell rings the two monsters do not charge out at each other looking to throw fists like expected, instead the two monsters charge out of their corners both with the same thought going for that wrapped roll of light tubes. They nearly collide, which results in neither able to get their hands on the light tubes, but instead begin to connect with a couple of right hands. Lord Raab uses his mask and plants a couple of headbutts to where Dakota has “fuck” etched into his forehead! The masked monster continues to lay in headbutts until Dakota gives up his pursuit of the light tubes as he stumbles back from the attack. Lord Raab follows up with a couple of powerful looking right hands and then seats Smith with a short armed clothesline knocking the Butcher to the ground!

JOHNSON: ” Lord Raab taking it to the champion right away here, but he’s not going to follow that up… yeah, he’s going for the light tubes!”

VASSA: ” By the way, those do not count as a pane of glass.”

JOHNSON: ” Not at all, just extra glass in this match.”

Lord Raab puts his back to Dakota Smith and goes for the light tubes, but just as he gets his hands on the tubes Smith leaps up from behind and wraps his arms around the throat of Raab! Raab lets go of the tubes as he tries to fight off of the blatant choke hold from Smith. Smith pulls back and drops Raab to the mat with a snapping reverse neckbreaker!! Smith stands up and goes for one of the bags in the ring, some of the thumbtacks have already spilled out, but he just goes ahead and makes a nice little pile of thumbtacks near the corner as he dumps out the rest of the bag! The crowd pops as Smith heads back over to where Lord Raab is getting back up to his feet and drags the masked monster into position.

JOHNSON: ” Smith with the double underhook set up, could we be looking at the Manson Family driver onto the thumbtacks!?”

VASSA: ” Maybe!”

Smith goes to lift up the challenger, but Lord Raab is able to block it and instead powers up trying to lift Dakota Smith up and over the top and onto the thumbtacks! Smith fights back and is able to once again lock in the double underhook, but Raab begins to power out of that one and fights it off…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…and breaks the hold by flipping up the legs of Dakota Smith and sending him backfirst across the mat! Raab sort of stumbles and notices the pile of thumbtacks near his feet, he waits for Smith to roll back up to his feet and charges in and connects with a running clothesline. Smith rolls back up to his feet quickly and Raab turns around in time to charge back towards the Extreme champion…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…huge pop!! Dakota Smith is able to lift up the masked monster and hits a spinebuster driving Raab back first onto the thumbtacks!! Raab’s skin is punctured by hundreds of the tacks as he screams out in pain from that one.

JOHNSON: ” RAAB ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! Smith able to pull out that spinning spinebuster out of nowhere and drove the German monster backfirst onto those tacks.”

VASSA: ” And as he rolls off of that pile you can just see his back covered, absolutely covered with those brass tacks. It’s like getting stung by a hundred bees all at once.”

JOHNSON: ” Dakota Smith just eyeing that one and now he’s pointing to the glass in the corner, it looks like that’s going to be his target now!”

Smith pulls Raab up into the air and quickly into a fireman’s carry position, some of the tacks begin to fall off the German monster, but there are still dozens upon dozens sticking out of his back right now. Smith backs up and charges towards the corner with the pane of glass propped up in the corner, it looks like he’s about to go for a Samoan Drop onto the glass, but Raab is able to wiggle out of the hold shoving Smith forward in the process. Smith does all he can to prevent himself from crashing into the pane of glass himself. Smith stops in time and turns around to see where Raab went…

“CCRRAASSHH!!!”

…the glass explodes in the corner as Dakota Smith is sent back first through it from a massive spear by Lord Raab! Smith’s back is instantly scratched up and pieces of glass fall from his back to the outside of the ring, the crowd goes absolutely insane as they see the explosion and hear the sound of glass crashing.

JOHNSON: ” Glass everywhere! And a man has just been driven through that pane of glass! Oh my, that’s the just first one for Lord Raab who has taken an early lead in this match.”

VASSA: ” I don’t know if it’s a lead or just more of a chance of survival for Raab now.”

JOHNSON: ” You can already see the blood begin to trickle from the back of the champion, he’s picking glass out of his back as Lord Raab pulls himself away from the corner picking tacks out of his own back. We’ve got carnage and it’s only starting.”

Raab is back to his feet first picking out some of the thumbtacks from his shoulders and upper back. Dakota Smith does what he can, but considering he just went back first through a sheet of glass he’s a bit more slow going right now. Smith rolls out of the corner brushing off what he can, but Raab isn’t about to give him much more time as he puts the boots to the champion quickly, Raab targets the upper back and shoulders of the butcher mostly before pulling him back up to his feet. Blood trickles down the champions back as gravity takes over, Raab whips the champ into the ropes and catches the champion with both hands around the neck with very little effort he lifts up Smith and slams him hard down onto the mat with the Raabinator chokeslam bomb. Raab makes his way to the outside of the ring, because that’s where another sheet of glass is waiting for him.

JOHNSON: ” Raab hitting that incredible chokeslam bomb on the champion and now heading to the outside here as he’s going to go for a second pane of glass.”

VASSA: ” Being that’s the only way to win this match, I say it’s a good plan.”

JOHNSON: ” And there it is, Raab sliding that pane of glass into the ring and now he’s coming right back himself.”

Raab slides back into the ring and goes to grab the pane of glass he just slid and prop it up into the corner, however, just as his fingers reach to pick it up Dakota Smith spins the masked German monster around and connects…

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

…three times across the top of Raab’s head with the kendo stick he brought into the ring earlier! Raab falls back into the corner which allows for Smith to charge in and connect with a vicious looking running knee lift to the mask. Dakota then goes for the pane of glass himself and props it up into the opposite corner from where Raab lays.

JOHNSON: ” Dakota’s got that second pane of glass propped up into the corner now, he’s going to look to even up the count here between the two and we’re about to see another human being tossed through a pane of glass!”

VASSA: ” This crowd seems to be ready for it too, they’re all starting to stand to their feet in anticipation of what’s about to happen here.”

Smith pulls Raab up back up to his feet and grabs him with both hands by the neck as he pulls the German monster towards the opposite corner where the glass pane is propped up. Lord Raab fires back with a couple of right hand shots to the midsection of Smith and then follows that up with clubbing blows across the back of Smith before taking his hands and pushing down on some of the broken glass shards still sticking out of the champion’s back! Smith yells out in pain as he breaks the hold, Raab then quickly does a go behind move and wraps his arms around the waist using a spin move to gather momentum the German puts his back to the corner and lifts…

“CCRRAASSHH!!!”

…sending Dakota Smith through the glass with a release German suplex!!! Dakota writhes in pain in the corner as he rolls around with even more glass sticking out of his back as the crowd continues to cheer for the carnage of this one.

JOHNSON: ” That’s the second pane of glass that Lord Raab has sent his opponent through now!! Lord Raab is now halfway through on getting his hands on the Extreme title!!”

VASSA: ” Two down, two to go. I can’t believe the carnage we’re seeing already in this one, two panes of glass and the champion has gone through both of them.”

JOHNSON: ” He might be down… this might be too much for any one human being to overcome. Two panes of glass, the blood just pouring from his back now. I don’t know, this match might just be too much for… well, survival.”

The champion rolls to his chest and throws his fists down onto the mat in anger, he begins to pull himself up from the corner as glass rolls off of his back onto the mat, even the glass that digs in between his knuckles doesn’t seem to bother him as he stands in defiance. Smith yells for Raab to hit him harder than that! The crowd goes nuts as Raab fires with a massive haymaker! Smith doesn’t back down and yells for another one! Raab does so with another haymaker right! Smith still stands and and beckons Raab to do more with both hands in the air, Raab responds with a series of headbutts grabbing the back of Smith’s head and just laying into him with everything he’s got. Smith stumbles around the ring swinging rights of his own into the air, Lord Raab eyes the light tubes from behind and picks up a bundle and waits for Smith to turn around….

“SSMMAASSHH!!!”

…smashing it right into the face of the Extreme champion!! The bulbs explode, glass and the white powder that fills them flies everywhere in the ring and the champion now has matching cuts on his face and back! Blood begins to cover the champ like a second skin at this point! Raab stands there with half of the tubes in his hands dropping them to the ground. The crowd roars…

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

JOHNSON: ” I think the crowd just about nailed what I’m thinking right now.”

VASSA: ” Me too. Me too. I can’t believe this.”

JOHNSON: ” Dakota Smith has just been taking punishment that should not be possible and yet, he’s only halfway through this match at least. He’s still got to be put through two more panes of glass for this one to be over, we better get some medical personal ready.”

VASSA: ” And figure out what his blood type might be!”

Dakota Smith just slumps in the ring covering his face in pain which seems to give Lord Raab another opening, this time he heads out of the ring and goes under the ring, he doesn’t just get out a pane of glass, no, along with that pane of glass Raab gets out a small stack of chairs and tosses two of them into the ring before he slides the glass pane in there as well.

JOHNSON: ” Raab’s got some bad intentions now.”

VASSA: ” When doesn’t he have bad intentions, really?”

JOHNSON: ” Good point there. But Dakota Smith still holding his face in some pain he might be in pretty bad shape after taking those light tubes to the face.”

VASSA: ” Well, the good news for Dakota was that was only half of the light tubes, there is still another bundle left in the ring and oh don’t forget about those thumbtacks.”

JOHNSON: ” How’s that good news?”

VASSA: ” Raab hasn’t shoved any of those into his face yet.”

Raab rolls back into the ring, the masked German monster moves fast to prop up the chairs in the middle of the ring and then he places the pane of glass across them making for a makeshift table. The crowd begins to buzz as Raab goes over to where Dakota Smith has pulled himself almost completely back up to his feet. Raab nails him with a series of vicious sounding uppercuts that echo over the buzzing crowd. Raab follows those shots up with a boot to the midsection doubling over the Extreme champion, from there he locks in a standing headscissors and places his arms under Smith. He goes for a powerbomb through the glass, but Smith is able to block the attempt, Raab hits the champion across the back with a couple of sledgehammer shots from his fists and goes for it again… he nearly lifts up Smith, but the champion counters it and powers up the German monster up into the air, Dakota begins to walk backwards towards the glass table looking to drop the German monster face first through the glass…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…but Raab counters with a DDT out of nowhere! He spikes Smith’s head into the canvas preventing himself from behind body drop drivered through the glass table. Raab scoots himself back up to his feet and again pulls Smith up from the canvas, this time he quickly whips the champ into the nearest corner.

JOHNSON: ” Dakota Smith might be out on dream street after taking that DDT, the man’s taken a few vicious shots to the head tonight in this match already and he’s not looking too good.”

VASSA: ” However, Smith has probably taken shots like this to the face before. This is more or less just a bad night of drinking for him.”

JOHNSON: ” Lord Raab’s got some ideas for that, I bet. He’s now placing the Extreme champion up onto the top of the turnbuckle.”

VASSA: ” Time to make it hurt so so bad, baby.”

With Smith up on the corner Raab begins to climb up as well, the crowd knowing what is probably about to happen begins to roar loudly as the masked monster smacks Smith across the face with a punch. Raab hooks under the arm and tries to lift Smith up into the air, Smith blocks and counters with a shot to the kidney followed by a second one. Raab breaks the superplex attempt, and fires back with a headbutt of his own to counter the kidney shot, but Dakota Smith counters with an uppercut of his own. Raab goes for a headbutt, but instead Smith wraps his arm around his head and lifts up the masked German monster up as he too stands up and leaps…

“CCRRAASSHH!!!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

VASSA: ” THEY’RE SO RIGHT!”

JOHNSON: ” THIS CROWD HAS JUST WITNESSED DAKOTA SMITH CHOKESLAMMING LORD RAAB FROM THE TOP ROPES THROUGH A GLASS TABLE IN THE IDDLE OF THE RING!! GLASS EXPLODING EVERYWHERE, RAAB MIGHT HAVE CAUGHT HIS HEAD ONTO THAT CHAIR AS WELL!!”

VASSA: ” That makes it two to one in favor of Lord Raab, but I don’t think you could honestly say he’s in the lead right now after taking that fall.”

JOHNSON: ” I don’t think either man has the lead, to be honest.”

There is a sick smile on the face of Dakota Smith as he rests between the middle and top ropes with his arms and neck hanging on the ropes. Blood pours from his face overtaking some of the dried blood which shows how long he’s been busted open in this match already. Lord Raab twitches in the ring as he lays in a pile of glass. The crowd continues to be in disbelief over what they just saw in the ring, and continue with the chants of “HOLY SHIT!” over and over again. Dakota Smith doesn’t wait too long to recover, he gets right back up and grabs a hold of the other light tube bundle which is laying in the ring, Lord Raab does an eerie sit-up from the ground as glass falls from his back. Smith doesn’t seem to be all the concerned with that, but follows up putting Raab through a glass table with…

“SSMMAASSHH!!!”

…by smashing the light tubes across the mask of the German monster!! Raab covers his face as glass bits and white powder fly all over the ring. Dakota spikes down what remains in his hands out of spite and picks up Lord Raab in the ring, Smith lifts up the German monster with little effort into a fireman’s carry postion and this time charges into the corner where most of the thumbtacks still are and rolls forward…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…connecting with the Dovah Death Drop right onto the pile of thumbtacks!! Lord Raab writhes in more pain as the brass tacks stick now into the open wounds across his back from going through the glass. Smith stands up and leaps up dropping both feet into the chest of Raab to make sure more are shoved deep into the flesh of his challenger!!

JOHNSON: ” The sheer cruelty of this match is starting to reach levels where… well, who knows what could be next honestly.”

VASSA: ” Yeah, each man is one upping the other one now.”

JOHNSON: ” Where does it stop, though?”

VASSA: ” When one is holding onto the Extreme championship title.”

JOHNSON: ” By the end of this match someone ‘holding onto’ anything might be impossible.”

Raab rolls out onto the ring apron as Dakota Smith rolls to the outside of the ring himself. From under the ring Dakota Smith gets the crowd going again as he pulls out another pane of glass and slides that into the ring, he searches a bit more and grabs a hold of a second pane of glass which he doesn’t slide into the ring. Rather, he grabs a nearby table and lays the pane of glass across the table. Dakota pulls that table just behind the turnbuckle on the outside of the ring as he then steps up onto the ring apron and pulls the masked German monster up to his feet and right into a fireman’s carry position. Smith looks like he’s about to go for another running Samoan drop off of the ring apron, but Raab is able to counter it by latching onto the ring ropes stopping Smith in the process. Smith counters that by flipping the monster over the top ropes and belly first back into the ring… right onto those thumbtacks again! Raab is now covered on both sides by those thumbtacks.

VASSA: ” Just think, someone’s going to have to pluck every last one of those out of him at some point. That’s got to be the worst job in the world.”

JOHNSON: ” Outside of cleaning up after this match? Probably.”

Smith steps back into the ring and goes right for that pane of glass once on the canvas. He moves quickly and sets it up into one of the corners of the ring, as he turns around to go get Raab he doesn’t see that Raab has gotten hold of one of the steel chairs and…

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

…waffles the Extreme champion in the skull with it!! The crowd pops, but mostly due to the fact that Dakota Smith doesn’t go down instead he just sort of stumbles around in the ring, so Raab does what any normal human being would do…

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

…he waffles him with a second chair shot to the face!! Dakota Smith stumbles backwards towards the corner where he stands staggered in front of the pane of glass he set up. Raab tosses the chair to the ground as the crowd gets to their feet again, Raab charges in at him lowering his shoulder in the process…

“CCRRAASSHH!!!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

“HO – LEE – SHIT!”

JOHNSON: ” I DON’T KNOW HOW DAKOTA SMITH DID IT, BUT HE JUST COUNTERED THAT SPEAR ATTEMPT BY LORD RAAB WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX SENDING THE MASKED GERMAN THROUGH THE DAMN PANE OF GLASS IN THE CORNER!! GLASS EXPLODING EVERYWHERE FROM THE IMPACT OF THAT ONE, SMITH FOLLOWING THROUGH MAKING SURE THAT RAAB HIT THAT GLASS AT FULL SPEED!!”

VASSA: ” And we’re tied folks!!”

Dakota Smith is wearing the crimson mask as he pulls himself up from the wreckage in the corner first, even though Raab went through the table first it appears that Smith’s hands and arms also went through the glass propped up in the corner as well. Smith does his best to try to get feeling back into this arms as he stumbles a bit in the ring, eventually he stumbles over to where he kicks at one of the steel chairs. With a quick fold, Smith brings it up and turns his attention back to where Lord Raab is getting back up to his feet in the corner as well. Raab turns around just in time as Dakota Smith returns the favor with the chair…

“SSMMAACCKK!!!”

…blasting the masked German monster with the chair and denting it in the process!! Lord Raab doesn’t go down but instead falls backwards into the ring ropes and slinging himself back towards Dakota Smith who tosses the chair down in time to lock on a front face lock and hooks the leg as he lifts quickly…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…an hits a Fisherman Suplex lifted and dropped into a Sitout Spinebuster!!! Raab flops in pain as he looks like he caught his back flush on the dented chair in the ring. Raab rolls to the outside of the ring and onto the ring apron.

JOHNSON: ” Deadman Wonderland!! Dakota Smith turning the tide here drastically in the last couple of moments and now he just connected with a devestating move like that.”

VASSA: ” I am shocked that mostly we are still seeing wrestling moves being pulled off at this point in the match, honestly.”

JOHNSON: ” Smith’s got somehow find a way to get another glass pane set up here or use the one laying on the table on the outside of the ring.”

VASSA: ” Where’s he going now?”

Dakota Smith heads to the outside of the ring and flips up the ring apron the first thing he pulls out is another one of the panes of glass, then he ups the insanity already seen in this match as he pulls out a nice metallic ladder. The ladder gets a pop from the crowd as he slides that into the ring and heads around to the otherside of the ring where Raab is still laying on the ring apron. Smith fires away from the floor to where he’s laying with a series of right hands and then he steps back and connects with a boot right to the side of Raab’s head. Smith is quickly back into the ring as he slides the ladder over towards the center of the ring and opens it up on its side, which makes for perfect spot to place the pane of glass he just took out from under the ring. The crowd pops as Smith then pulls Raab up into a standing position near the glass, Smith locks in a double underhook.

JOHNSON: ” We’ve seen this before from Dakota Smith, this is the set up for the Manson Family Driver! He’s going to spike Raab head first through that glass.”

VASSA: ” And then he’ll only be one glass break away from holding onto the Extreme title. Oh wait, you meant that in a bad way.”

JOHNSON: ” Head first?! Yeah, that’s a bad way.”

Smith goes to lift up Raab, but Raab is somehow able to prevent the double underhook piledriver. Raab falls to his knees and Smith is unable to lift up the deadweight so he sledges Raab across his blood covered back a couple of times. Smith goes to lift him up again, but only gets one of Raab’s legs off of the mat as then Raab counters and lifts up the Extreme champion, he spins around and leaps into the air…

“CCRRAASSHH!!!”

…and sends the Extreme champion back first through the pane of glass. The glass that doesn’t stick into the flesh of Raab or Smith shatters and flies all over the place in the ring as the two monsters just lay there for a moment in the glass pile. New cuts and new flowing blood replace the old cuts and the dried blood, Raab slowly sits up from a laying postion. Dakota Smith still lays there in the ring.

JOHNSON: ” Lord Raab puts the Extreme champion through a pane of glass for the third time in this match!! Not only does that mean that Dakota Smith has been sliced up by shattered glass head to toe, but also that he is one pane of glass away from being able to win this match.”

VASSA: ” Dakota Smith facing elimination! Wow, could you have imagined that at the start of this whole match?”

JOHNSON: ” These two have gone back and forth, back and forth. Lord Raab was up early on in this match and Smith came back, then once we thought Raab was on the ropes, he comes back in this one. This is has been a war, nothing short of a war.”

VASSA: ” And these fans love it! The stakes couldn’t be any higher right now.”

Raab is first up to his feet and he grabs a hold of the ladder by the top and flips it up onto to its feet. He doesn’t seem too interested in climbing the ladder, rather he’s just getting it out of the way as he pulls the Extreme champion up to his feet and quickly gives a double underhook of his own, he lifts up the champion high into the air with a suplex before…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…Raab slams him down with a double armed brainbuster!! As if Smith needed to added damage to his skull, he just got crashed down onto some of the broken glass in the ring from that one. Raab then grabs a piece of the glass in the ring and begins to etch into the champion’s forehead some more!! Smith fights back about as well as a half-conscious man can fight back as more blood pours down his forehead.

VASSA: ” Maybe Raab’s just trying to censor the dirty word already etched into his skull.”

JOHNSON: ” This is about as sick and cruel I have ever seen anyone be to another competitor in my life. How much more can either of these two take?”

VASSA: ” I don’t know, but I’m sure the medical staff is ready for anything.”

Raab then scoops up some of the thumbtacks from earlier in this match and also shoves those down onto the forehead of Dakota Smith and grinds down upon those as well.

VASSA: ” Well, maybe not that.”

JOHNSON: ” Lord Raab might have snapped here, he might have actually gone further off the deep end tonight as a result of this match.”

VASSA: ” Is that possible?”

After a bit more of that Lord Raab stands up and heads to the outside of the ring, Dakota Smith picks the glass and thumbtacks from his face in the meantime. Raab flips up the ring apron on the outside and pulls out the last of the seven panes of glass and lays it into the ring. He follows back into the ring behind the glass and heads over to where Dakota Smith is still picking glass from his forehead. Raab fires off a couple of right handed shots to his face, Dakota stumbles around and Raab does a go behind move wrapping his arms around Smith’s waist in a single motion Raab lifts…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…and connects with a German suplex!! Even though Lord Raab does the normal bridge for the Killerpin, there is no count and Lord Raab lets go after a couple of seconds. Raab then gets up on to his feet and picks up the pane of glass and places it between the two chairs in the ring still. Even the one that is a little dented is still able to hold the glass pane in the air.

JOHNSON: ” Lord Raab setting up the glass table again, what does he have in mind here?”

VASSA: ” Victory. Just victory.”

JOHNSON: ” If Raab is able to put Smith through that glass table he will be the next Extreme champion here.”

VASSA: ” That’s the clincher.”

Lord Raab pulls Dakota Smith up to his feet, Smith is covered nearly head to toe with blood and is staggering around. Lord Raab wraps his hands around the throat of the Extreme title holder and lands a vicious boot to the gut doubling him over, Raab then moves his arms under the shoulders and connects them around the back. The crowd knows exactly what Raab’s about to go for as he hit the Killerbuster earlier in this match. Raab goes to lift him up for the double arm brainbuster, but Dakota Smith blocks it and then counters it with a rising kneelift to the gut!! Raab breaks the hold, and Smith follows that counter up with a right hand right to the mask of Raab! Smith nails a boot to the gut of Lord Raab. Smith is now the one who double underhooks Raab, and sets him up near the ring ropes, he lifts…

“SSLLAAMM!!!”

…connecting with the Manson Family Driver!! Raab’s head spikes to the mat and even picks up some of the thumbtacks still laying in the ring.

JOHNSON: ” Big move there by the champion! Dakota Smith somehow still alive in this match!”

VASSA: ” Wow, how’d he do that?”

Smith pulls himself up to his feet once again he pulls Raab back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner of the ring. Smith charges in with a couple of right hands and then lifts Raab up onto the top ropes and then heads to the outside of the ring, the crowd begins to get to their feet as Dakota Smith climbs up into the corner as well, Smith pulls Raab up to the top of the ropes. The crowd begins to buzz as Smith hooks the head of Raab and swings the arm…

“CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

…connecting with a super swinging neckbreaker from the top ropes sending Lord Raab crashing through the glass table in the middle of the ring!! Glass just erupts everywhere in the ring as Raab crashed through, Dakota Smith might have caught some of the pane and the chair as well, but Raab went through the pane perfectly!

JOHNSON: ” Sweet mercy! The Dehumanizer through the damned glass in the middle of the ring and Lord Raab might be broken in half. I don’t believe it, and I just sat here and watched it.”

VASSA: ” And we’re tied!! Both men have been through the table three times. The next person who goes through a glass table is going to lose this match.”

JOHNSON: ” These two have been through hell and back, and yet they still have to go through one more glass pane.”

VASSA: ” And it sits on the outside of the ring on that table.”

he carnage is evident all through the ring, glass shards lay about as do thumbtacks, a couple of dented chairs and a snapped in half kendo stick. Also, there’s a ladder which is resting up against the ring ropes which is more than what Lord Raab and Dakota Smith are able to do at this point. Both men lay in the middle of the ring, the occasional twitch is all that gives it away that either one is still breathing. After a couple of moments Dakota Smith rolls to his side and begins to push himself back up to his feet, even more shocking is that Lord Raab also does the same thing. Smith stumbles backwards and knocks into the ladder which he then grabs with both hands and slams it down across the back of Lord Raab! Smith lifts up the ladder again and again slams it across the back of Raab, Smith pushes the ladder aside and pulls Raab up to his feet again and stands him up into a headscissors. Smith wraps his arms under the German monster and goes to lift the big man up into a powerbomb, but Smith doesn’t seem to have the strength in his arms to do so. Smith shakes his arms trying to get feeling back into them and tries again for another powerbomb, but he can hardly even get the masked German’s feet off of the mat.

JOHNSON: ” And you can now see the toll that this match has taken on both men. Dakota Smith can’t even lift the body weight of Lord Raab, and I bet if Smith let go Raab would probably just crumble back down to the mat. The blood loss has been staggering here tonight, these two have given everything and yet one more pane has to be broken somehow.”

VASSA: ” You couldn’t have said it better there, these two men have proven they are both worth of the Extreme title, but only one is going to walk… no, only one is going to be stretchered out of here with the title belt tonight.”

JOHNSON: ” Walking out of here would be a miracle, Vinny.”

Smith breaks the hold and shoves Raab back down to the mat out of frustration and then he goes over to where the ladder is laying and again sets that up, but this time he makes sure it is on the same side where the glass is laying across the table on the outside of the ring. He then makes his way back towards where Lord Raab is laying and pulls him up to his feet once again. Raab puts up little fight as Smith lifts him up and places him onto the rungs of the ladder. As Smith backs it away he begins to try and rock the ladder which would send him to the outside of the ring, the crowd seems to see this as well and get to their feet with anticipation.

JOHNSON: ” Dakota Smith’s going to try and use the ladder and dump Raab through the table at ringside!”

VASSA: ” He’s run out of strength, so he’s got to resort to some sort help to get Raab through that glass pane.”

JOHNSON: ” Dakota’s rocking the ladder… NO! Raab gets his foo the the middle ropes and is able to prevent it from tipping over.”

VASSA: ” I thought he was out of this one, but Lord Raab still has some fight left in him.”

Smith seems a little pissed that Raab is still able to fight back, Smith decides to take matters in his own hands and he begins to climb to the other side of the ladder. Smith fires a couple of right hands on Raab as the two begin to ascend towards the top of the ladder, Raab fires back with a couple of right hands of his own. Smith then tries to use his left hand to grab a hold of the head of Raab, but Raab wraps his hand around the throat of Dakota Smith. Raab continues to choke the life out of Smith near the top of the ladder the both are perched upon. The crowd is standing waiting for the end here, as these two seem ready to kill the other one to get that title.

JOHNSON: ” Raab’s not letting go of that choke hold, Smith can’t seem to do much more than just grip onto the ladder and hold on.”

VASSA: ” Wait, he’s trying to the tip the thing!”

JOHNSON: ” No! He is! He’s trying to tip the thing back and forth…”

VASSA: ” They’re going to go!!”

JOHNSON: ” The ladder’s rocking, they go…”

“CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

“HO – LEE FUCK!”

JOHNSON: ” BOTH MEN FELL FROM THAT LADDER, BUT WHO WENT THROUGH THE PANE OF GLASS!? WE CAN’T SEE FROM THIS SIDE OF THE RING, THE CROWD JUST BUZZING FROM THAT FALL BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHO WENT THROUGH!”

VASSA: ” I can’t tell either, I don’t know who did… one of them did, one of them went through the last pane of glass and the other missed.”

JOHNSON: ” Wait, there’s a hand sticking up from the outside.”

Just then the camera gets a shot of the hand reaching up from the outside of the ring, it’s Dakota Smith’s hand! The camera then shows Lord Raab laying through the last of the glass panes and the table, there is rubble everywhere but Dakota Smith was somehow able to not go through it and and has latched onto the ring apron and is pulling himself back into the ring. The bell begins to ring as the referee tries to help the Butcher back up to his feet as “Dance With the Devil” starts to blare over the PA system once again.

JOHNSON: ” We have witnessed one of the bloodiest match in the history of 4CW, we have witnessed two men put each other through seven panes of glass, and we have witnessed Dakota Smith able to overcome the blood loss, the pain, and the agony here to retain his Extreme Title Championship!!”

VASSA: ” Wow, take nothing away from Lord Raab here perhaps if the two were to fall from that ladder a second time he’d be the one with his hand raised in victory.”

The referee raises the arm of Dakota Smith as he is handed the title belt, Smith’s arm cannot even be raised as he pulls it away in pain from the referee and has to use his forearm to clutch the title next to his chest as it seems his hand is unable to grip the gold here. Emergency medical personnel swarm the ring and try to aide the two warriors who were just engaged in one of the bloodiest brawls In 4CW history. Dakota Smith stubbornly pushed aside the medical treatment and stumbles to his feet while Lord Raab drags himself to a seated position against one of the turnbuckles.

JOHNSON: ”This is going to come across as selfish but I sure hope this isn’t the last time we get to see these two go to battle.”

VASSA: ”That wasn’t a battle…that was a war!”

Suddenly the lights in the theater go out. The entire venue is pitch black and audible static is screeching through the PA system. The video screen near the entrance way lights up, barely illuminating the jam packed building with a white snowy screen. In the center of the screen a black handprint fades into focus with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm. Fans jump to their feet as they recognize the snowy picture with the handprint from a previous vignette that aired on an episode of Adrenaline. The static is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single “You Want A Battle? (Here’s A War)

We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!!!

A sole spotlight focuses on the entranceway and we see an individual standing there wearing a pair of black and red fight shorts, black wrestling boots, and a white t-shirt with the same black handprint logo on the front. The man’s head is tucked down and covered by a black towel while his fists are clenched down by his side.

JOHNSON: ”Oh My God!!! Vinny you wanted to know why Frankie Morrison was in the building…well there’s his other endeavor!”

VASSA: ”That’s not who I think it is…is it?”

JOHNSON: ”You can bet your last dollar it is.”

Dakota Smith holds onto the top rope while clutching his championship. He keeps his head on a swivel, alternating between Lord Raab and the individual standing at the entranceway. The man raises his fists towards his face and punches himself on the jaw before ripping the towel from his head. The crowd erupts as Chris Madison stares down to the ring. He darts down the aisle and slides head first into the ring. Dakota Smith squares off with Chris Madison as he stands in the center of the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Holy shit! Chris Madison is here in 4CW!”

VASSA: ”And he looks like he’s fixin’ to get himself a piece of the Extreme Champ!”

Dakota could barely stand, yet the champ begins mouthing off to Chris Madison. Behind Madison, Lord Raab pulls himself to his feet feeling rejuvenated by seeing an old stablemate. Lord Raab pats Madison on the shoulder and stands side by side with him. Madison turns his head and then explodes, teeing off on Lord Raab with a series of leg kicks to the outside of his left knee. Raab drops down to one knee and is immediately met with a flying knee from Madison! Madison looks over at Dakota briefly as if to say this doesn’t involve you and then turns his attention right back to Lord Raab.

JOHNSON: ”Dakota Smith is walking away from this. Chris Madison has his sights on Lord Raab and I haven’t got the slightest clue as to why!”

VASSA: ”Both guys are formerly of a faction known as The Black Hand. You would have thought Madison was here to help out an old friend!”

Madison grabs Raab with a Muay Thai clinch and drives his back against the ropes. He drives his knees upwards, into the ribs and chest of Lord Raab. Madison then throws Raab across the ring, forcing him to bounce off of the ropes. On the rebound Madison lifts Raab into the air. Lord Raab flops down towards the canvass but on the way down Madison leaps up and catches Raab by the back of the head, he falls backwards while driving a knee up towards his chest and hitting Raab with a pop-up Codebreaker! Madison rolls onto his knees and looks at Lord Raab who’s laying motionless on the canvass. Madison rolls out of the ring and marches back towards the curtain. He stops right before exiting to the backstage area and peers over his shoulder towards the ring. He slightly shakes his head in disgust and then peels the curtain aside, revealing Frankie Morrison standing there waiting…

HARTMAN: “Jason, can I get a moment? I have a few ques–“

Holding up a hand as Gabriel Hartman approaches, 4CW Champion Jason Cashe cuts off the 4CW Interviewer.

CASHE: “Hah nah I’m just fucking with you! Yeah of course man, we’re old friends you and I. What’s up? Wanna ask me about my match, the pretty fantastic sex I just had or the ‘Old Joke’ who is always mad and Grrrr like some bitch who needs to reach too high has claimed I am? Then again suddenly I’m friends with Drew Stevenson who I’ve tweeted with at best. A ton of rumors and rumor mills should just be shot, 90 percent garbage behind them anyway…”

HARTMAN: “I’ve heard the gossip and words from all of your opponents for tonight’s Title Fight but are you referencing comments made by one Ramona Lee Epps?”

CASHE: “Yeah like Totally! I mean if I did shoot DMs her way it was because I hadn’t yet seen her below the waist. Scout’s Honor! I wouldn’t touch that trick with your dick! Fuck how many wins she has, fuck how her boobs look or her makeup helps her look in a photo shoot. IF and I say if I “flirted” with her it was because she was new in town and why not fuck a slut. I didn’t know her standards are so exaggerated that she is like an Oracle…Drugged out and full of shit. But tonight isn’t just about her, never has been, never will be. Not here anyway. Put that bitch under a Boardwalk and then maybe. I hear Atlantic City is nice..”

HARTMAN: “Let’s talk about your other opponents in this match. Jair Hopkins and Felicity Banks. Who to you is the bigger threat?”

Scratching his beard, letting the question sink in. He wasn’t sure. Both had qualities about them, both had their strengths but those were typical things to say. Tonight wasn’t about respect, this isn’t about honor or sportsmanship. He knew at least to him what tonight was about.

CASHE: “Tonight isn’t about who is the biggest threat to me or my Championship. Tonight is about me going out there and fighting, competing not just for myself. For this company! For the flag of 4CW that I have carried regardless of how people assumed or felt. It’s the fight in me that represents those who have real struggle in life, Poverty, being that ugly kid nobody wants to share an Uncrustable with. Who isn’t the smartest in the class room but has the biggest heart and ideas. Kids who got bullied and depressed, scared and shy because of what someone like Mona or someone like Felicity might label them as if they were themselves and not the trend followers that the zombies of trend have become. I’ve been that bully, what is being done today is not new, it’s not their own originality. The real world swallows bullshit up and all I’ve heard from any of them is bullshit.”

Hartman pulls the mic from in front of Cashe and starts to comment or ask another question but Cashe brings the mic back and continues.

CASHE: “I’m not done…Now, out there tonight? In that ring? Bullshit doesn’t just walk, it gets put on their backs and stomped dry. You can pretty a turd by painting it in bright colors but it will always be a turd. I own up to the smears I have made in life, the wrongs I’ve done and have no regret for. This is my job and I’m fucking good at it so paint yourself up all nice and pretty. Make sure the wardrobe is matching, Jair keep them braids and grills tight, make sure the makeup doesn’t run ladies because I’m going upside your heads tonight! Not for me, not for the money but for the Championship that I have carried and what me being the Championship represents.

Not something material, not something fabricated but something REAL! Something you can find in Homeless shelters, Small Businesses, Fishing Boats, and even in Prisons. Someone who had a shit hand dealt in life but keeps fighting, keeps breathing, keeps waking up in the morning even when everything is against you. I’m fueled by Addiction, by Action inside that ring and I don’t feel pity or remorse for the things I do. I was meant to do this, it was my purpose if you believe in religion. So I’m flushing the toilet on all the doubters, all the pussies who run they mouth on Podcast but goes ghost or friendly when a real voice comes around. Hide your head because I’m always taking shots, get those mutes and blocks ready, be prepared to drink and be mad because tonight, I’m going to be the loudest, toughest and I WILL be the Last Man Standing in an Ironman Setting…60 Minutes…For an hour I will take pleasure in what happens out there, to them..to myself..I’m ready to fight! LET’S GO!”

Slapping the 4CW Title draped over his shoulder, Jason Cashe exits the scene as Gabriel Hartman concludes the interview.

HARTMAN: “There you have it folks! Jason Cashe is going to flush turds…or something…It’s going to be a hoot either way! Back to you at ringside Johnson!”

We were only a few minutes away from the Iron Man match main event for the 4CW Championship. Felicity Banks had already been standing near the gorilla position, looking up at the ceiling while she took a few deep breaths in and let them out right out. Felicity had her game face on, and after she finished up with her breathing exercises, she rolled her neck around in a circle to get it loose, then stared ahead.

BANKS: ”As you can see… They saved the best… “

Felicity turned her head and smiled for the camera.

BANKS: ”For last…”

The 4CW Championship hopeful reached her arm back and grabbed her “Queen B” sleeveless sweatshirt off the equipment crate behind her, then proceeded to slip it around her shoulders. She made sure to spin around once she put it on, pointing down at the “Queen B” writing on the back of it, but the cameraman seemed more focused on her backside in her booty shirts than he was on the writing.

BANKS: ”I’m pointing at my back, not my ass…”

The camera immediately shifted it’s focus up as Felicity turned around and rolled her eyes.

BANKS: ”For months now I’ve been saying that I can beat anyone in this company and any company out there. People want to say it’s ego? Maybe a little bit. But more than that? It’s confidence. I know I can beat anyone in the wrestling world because I’ve already defeated some of the best this business has to offer. I’ve already reached levels that some people could only DREAM of reaching, and I’m only in my second year as a full-time wrestler. Despite being known all around the world – here in 4CW, I’m still somewhat of an unproven commodity in a way. I’m undefeated, but people still view my three opponents as the favorites to win this match. This isn’t the first time, nor is it the last time that I’ll be viewed as the underdog, and quite honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She licked her lips and took a second to think over her words.

BANKS: ”This journey? It hasn’t been an easy one for me, and I never expected it to be. Even before I came to 4CW I had roadblock after roadblock put in front of me, and I plowed through them all! Not a soul was going to stop me from accomplishing what I set out to accomplish. Nobody was going to keep me away from what I planned on taking, and nobody in this match coming up is going to stop me from taking the 4CW Championship back home to New Jersey and mounting it on my wall!”

She looked away from the camera, thinking something over in her head.

BANKS: ”I, Felicity Banks, want to be the undisputed best, and the only way for me to get there is to walk out of here tonight as the 4CW Champion. But, like always, I have three more roadblocks to get through. Three roadblocks and their names are Jair Hopkins, Ramona Lee Epps, and Jason Cashe.”

She took in another deep breath, and let it right out as she turned toward the camera.

BANKS: ”But like every other roadblock that’s been put in front of me, I’m going to plow right through them, and I WILL become the 4CW Champion by the time this night is over! There’s no IF I become champion because ifs don’t exist with me. There’s no what am I going to do IF I lose this match; there’s no what IF Ramona wins; there’s no what IF Jair wins; and there’s no what IF Cashe wins. There’s only a WHEN I win, I’m going to become the best champion this company has ever seen, and I WILL take my rightful place atop this company.”

She paused for a moment and hopped up and down in place.

BANKS: ”I’ve been ready for this moment from the very day that I signed my name on the dotted line and became an official 4CW talent. Some said that I wouldn’t last this long, but look where the fuck I am now! Main eventing one of the biggest shows of the year, and I’m only one goddamn hour away from becoming the crowned queen of 4CW. I’ve already seen so many names come, and I’ve seen just as many go. You see so many things change each and every Adrenaline, but week after week after week – one of the few things that remain consistent is hearing Mike Powers say… here is your winner… FELICITY BANKS!”

She grinned, and took a few steps toward the camera.

BANKS: ”And at the end of the night, you will hear the exact same thing – only this time… you’ll hear Mike add a few extra words to that sentence. It’ll go a little something like this.”

She cleared her throat, never taking her eyes off the camera.

BANKS: ”Here is your winner… AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW 4CW CHAMPION… FELICIIIIITY… BAAAAAAAAAAANKS!”

She shot the camera a wink, and threw her sweatshirt hood over head.

BANKS: ”Get used to it.”

With that, Felicity spun around and made her way back toward the gorilla position and got ready to make her entrance for the 4CW Championship main event.

MAIN EVENT
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH

RAMONA EPPS VS. FELICITY BANKS VS.
JAIR HOPKINS VS. JASON CASHE ©

JOHNSON: ”Our main event is here ladies and gentlemen and it’s time for our sixty minute Iron Man match for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”It’s already been one hell of a night. This match is going to overload the system!”

JOHNSON: ”I have seen plenty of Iron Man matches in my day. But I have never seen one for sixty minutes with four wrestlers involved. This is historical.”

VASSA: ”And we have the best seat in the house!”

JOHNSON: ”Are you ready to witness history, Vinny?”

VASSA: ”OH YOU BET YOUR ASS I AM!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Then lets sit back and watch history being made right before our eyes!”

” 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 4CW Tag Team Champion, 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. 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 4CW Tag Team Championship on the apron before standing in her corner. 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: ”Ramona was fortunate enough to retain the tag team straps earlier with the help of Dakota. Unfortunately for her, he won’t be out here tonight to help her in this epic match up.”

JOHNSON: ”She still appears to be favoring her back from that hit earlier tonight. Hopefully she can fight through the pain and it won’t slow her down.”

“Can you feel that…?”

“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd jumping out of their seats to welcome Felicity Banks with a mixed reaction. The lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp, the crowd now anxious for the arrival of the Queen. There’s still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues falling down onto the entrance ramp, the theater lights dimming down until they’re completely off. The sparklers are still visible as a spotlight illuminates the top of ramp.

“Can you feel that…?”

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the theater as the “True Queen B of Pro Wrestling” comes out of the curtain with a smug grin on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and a blowpop in her mouth. She looks around at the audience in attendance and pulls the blowpop out of her mouth before motioning for them to bow down. She hops up and down in place, sticks the blowpop back in her mouth, and slowly starts pacing down the ramp. She spins around and turns her back to the camera to show the camera the “Queen B” writing on the back of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and stares them down before she takes a long, hard look around the entire arena. She walks up the steps and into the ring.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Jersey City, New Jersey! She is the “Sullen Angel”, “The Queen B”, FELICITY BBAANNKKSS!!!”

Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the theater start getting brighter and brighter, not stopping until the theater was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her to which some oblige and others don’t.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the turnbuckle pads until she was fully seated on the mat. She stares directly at the entrance ramp, moving her neck around in a circle as she waits patiently for her opponents and the match to begin.

VASSA: ”We have another beauty in this match up tonight! It’s always a pleasure to watch Felicity do her thing in that ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Calm down, Vinny! You get too worked up whenever a woman steps in that ring. They’re here to compete, not for you to drool over.”

VASSA: ”I’m juts drooling over her impressive impact she’s made since signing with 4CW. She’s undefeated and tonight she has the opportunity to become the 4CW Champion. What isn’t there to drool about?”

JOHNSON: ”I guess you’re right.”

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

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

I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens

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

I sew it up needle head all I need is thread

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

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

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

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

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

They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”Here’s the former 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins! He’ll be looking to recapture the championship from the man who took it from him at South Beach Brawl!”

VASSA: ”Hide your nipples everyone! I’m just kidding. No serious, hide your nipple Cashe if you can hear me.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re never going to let him live that down are you?”

VASSA: ”Maybe one day I will but anytime soon. It’s just ttooo funny! Aside from that incident, Hopkins has proven that he is a force to be reckoned with inside of the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”He has, Vinny. This match will be tough for him, well for anyone involved to be honest. We have four people inside of those ropes who will beat the living crap out of each other for an hour straight, SIXTY MINUTES!!!”

VASSA: ”Give or take, Steve? I’m going to say we’ll see a total of seven pins tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s a tough call to make. With these competitors in this match up, I’m going to low ball it and say three.”

VASSA: ”Wanna bet?”

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 championship 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.

VASSA: ”Here’s our final contestant on Who Wants to be a Champion!”

JOHNSON: ”Jason Cashe has held the 4CW Championship three times. He is one of the people who no one can deny built the foundation of 4CW. He’s going to fight to the death to keep that championship!”

VASSA: ”So we’re having a deathmatch?”

JOHNSON: ”Not exactly. It was an expression.”

VASSA: ”Hey let me ask you a question Steve. I’ve noticed that we have one ref in the ring and two additional refs on the outside of the ring. Why is that?”

JOHNSON: ”With four people in this match up and a single pinfall not getting the win, these refs on the outside will be able to make a count if there is ever more than one pin being attempted at the same time.”

VASSA: ”That is a very smart idea if I do say so. These guys we have in the back sure think of everything.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely ri–“

VASSA: ”I was being sarcastic, Steve. DAMN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s all four wrestlers ladies and gentlemen. I think it’s safe to say we can now get this match underway.”

VASSA: ”One more hour until the end of the show. I think I should have taken a bathroom break after that last match.”

JOHNSON: ”Either hold it or stop drinking, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Stop drinking? PLEASE! I have an empty bottle right here for emergencies.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref raises the championship above his head and displays it to each side of the ring while the entire building rumbles from the cheers. Slowly lowering the belt, the ref then walks over to the edge of the ring and hands it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. He then walks back to the center and looks over to Ramona to receive the nod. The ref then looks over to Banks and gets the nod and then over to Hopkins for the nod. Then looking at the champ last, the ref checks with him and gets a thumbs up instead. Satisfied with that, the ref then throws his hand in the air to sound for the bell and officially start the sixty minute Iron Man contest.

DING!!! DING!!!

60:00

VASSA: ”HERE WE GO!!!”

Before the bell can even silence, Cashe storms out of his corner with his sights set on Ramona. Charging her full speed, he brushes by the ref and draws his arm back to go for a powerful running attack. With nowhere to retreat, Ramona braces herself but before Cashe can get a step closer, Banks hits him from the side with a shoulder block, knocking him off course and crashing to the canvas. Banks then turns to Ramona but before the two can dance, Hopkins spins her around and slaps her across the chest with a backhand chop. As Hopkins draws back to throw another, Ramona then lunges in between the two and locks up with him. With momentum behind her, Ramona pushes Hopkins across the ring, back stepping while trying to overcome being off balance. Tripping on his own feet, Hopkins falls backwards to the mat and as he does, he pulls Ramona along as well and rolls her over his body crashing into the corner.

Across the ring, Cashe pulls himself up to both feet while Banks watches Ramona and Hopkins’ ugly crash. She then feels a hand on her shoulder as Cashe whips her around and then delivers a ringing double ear slap. Grabbing both of her ears after the attack, Banks opens up her mid-section where Cashe drops down to one knee and then punches her right in the belly button. After knocking the breath out of her, Cashe pops back up as she lunges over and hits her right underneath the chin with a thrusting headbutt. Stumbling backwards, Banks hits the mat hard and before she can move out of the way, Cashe flies down on her connecting with a jumping headbutt while using her body to break the fall. He then mounts himself on top of her and swings wildly at her head, connecting with gorilla styled closed fists. After connecting with four in a row, Cashe then swings down once more but gets his hand thrown off course as Banks fends it off with her forearm. Banks then grabs Cashe by the beard with both hands and pulls his face closer while popping her head up and planting it into the bridge of his nose.

Banks then rolls him over to the side and frees herself to get up. With Cashe rolling over to his stomach and resting on both knees and both elbows holding his nose, Banks then grabs him by the hair with both hands and pulls him up. She then locks her arms around his head and then begins drive her knee upward into his face over and over without a care in the world. After landing half a dozen knees, Banks gets surprised as Hopkins runs into the picture and lands a closed fist across the top of her head. Breaking up Banks’ hold on Cashe, Hopkins then fires away with another overhead punch and knocks her down to one knee. With both Banks’ and Cashe’s head side by side, Hopkins grabs each, one in each hand, and then slams them together like a pair of symbols. Watching both Banks and Cashe fall stomach first to the canvas, Hopkins then jumps up into the air and comes down with a double leg drop, one leg across the back of each head.

Rolling backwards, Hopkins pushes himself up from the mat with his hands and comes down to the mat on his feet. Sneaking in from behind, Ramona clocks him in the back of the head with a stiff right hand and then takes his legs out from underneath him with a sweep. With Hopkins on his back right in front of her, Ramona then jumps straight into the air and comes down on his chest with a double foot stomp. She then sits down on his chest and holds his head up with one hand while clinching her fist with the other. Ramona then swings down on him connecting with that first punch that seems to daze Hopkins. With him helpless underneath, Ramona then swings again and again while the crowd begins to count with each punch landed.

“Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six!”

VASSA: ”Look out Ramona!”

Just as Ramona swings down to hit Hopkins with the seventh punch, Cashe flies in behind her and plants his elbow in the back of her head sending her rolling forward and off of Hopkins.

JOHNSON: ”I have a feeling we’re going to see a few concussions happen in this match up tonight.”

VASSA: ”I would hope so. We’re only about seven minutes into this match and if Cashe is throwing bows like that then someone is getting knocked out!”

JOHNSON: ”Throwing what?”

VASSA: ”If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hos! When you get on the floor, throw them bows!”

JOHNSON: ”I have no idea what you’re talking about right now.”

Cashe then reaches down and grabs a handful of Hopkins’ braids. Pulling him up to his feet with no concern, Cashe then locks him in a side headlock and clinches him close to his body. Looking to the far corner across the ring, Cashe drags Hopkins by his side while walking towards it. Stopping in front of the corner, Cashe then begins to give Hopkins a noogie but before Cashe can really get into it, Hopkins pushes him away and breaks the hold. Cashe then swings for his head but comes up short as Hopkins ducks underneath the punch and goes to the ropes close by. Bouncing off with a little momentum, Hopkins nails Cashe in the back of the head with a lariat than sends him crashing into the canvas face first. With Cashe’s back wide open, Hopkins then jumps as high as he can and comes down with an elbow drop to the middle of Cashe’s spine.

On the other side of the ring, Ramona and Banks are both up to their feet and trying to rip each other apart. Exchanging lefts and rights, Ramona and Banks go back and forth while taking damage as well. Out of frustration, Ramona then lunges forward and rakes Banks’ eye with both hands, digging her fingernails into them. Ramona then jumps into the air spinning and comes around with a roundhouse kick to Banks’ head, knocking her flat on her back with the force. Ramona then grabs Bank’s by both of her legs and holds them up, one of each side of her body. Falling backwards, Ramona pulls Banks up from the mat and sends her flying across her body and crashing into the corner with a sling shot. With both arms draped over the top ropes, Banks holds herself up while Ramona slowly climbs to her feet behind her.

Ramona then grabs her by the back of the head and then slams it forward into the top of the turnbuckle. Not satisfied with only one, Ramona then slams it forward again and again, each time harder than the one before. Going for the knockout, Ramona then pulls Banks’ head back even further than the other times and slams it forward once more. Grabbing onto the ropes with both hands, Banks stops her head from moving any further and avoids kissing the turnbuckle another time. Catching Ramona by surprise, Banks then jabs her elbow backwards into Ramona’s stomach, breaking her hands away from her head in the process. Banks then throws another elbow to the same spot and knocks Ramona back a few steps creating a little distance between the two. Banks then takes off to the ropes across the ring and after coming back to Ramona who is waiting, she baseball slides between her legs and pops up to her feet behind her. Banks then plants both of her feet into the back of Ramona’s head with a dropkick that sends her stumbling towards the rope, hitting them and flipping over to the outside floor.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like we’re about to bring some of this carnage to the outside of the ring.”

VASSA: ”I guess it’s a good thing that we have these two extra refs with nothing to do!”

JOHNSON: ”We have four people in this match up. There will always be something for each ref to keep an eye on.”

VASSA: ”I’m only one person and I’ve been keeping up with this match pretty good if I do say so myself.”

VASSA: ”You can’t even count to three, let alone make two counts at once!”

44:22

Climbing to the outside as well, Banks exits the ring while Cashe and Hopkins go toe to toe across the ring. Hopkins catches Cashe with a kick to the side of the ribs, knocking him down to one knee from the blunt force. Hopkins then drops a couple of quick elbows across the top of Cashe’s back before locking onto his head and pulling him up to both feet. Spinning Cashe around, Hopkins wraps his arms around his waist and then lifts Cashe up from the canvas and throws him over his head with a release German suplex. Hopkins then turns to the corner and quickly rushes towards it.

Climbing to the top, Hopkins looks to the outside of the ring where Banks is stomping on Ramona. Taking a few seconds too long, Hopkins turns around to face Cashe in the ring only to be surprised when he is right there underneath him in the corner. Cashe then grabs the ropes and shakes then, knocking Hopkins off balance. Loosing his footing, Hopkins falls with the ropes between his legs breaking his fall. With Hopkins in a world of pain from where the ropes are, Cashe then grabs the top rope and begins to shake it violently. Holding on for dear life, Hopkins appears to be riding a mechanical bull as Cashe bounces him up and down with the rope still between his legs. Not being able to take it anymore, Hopkins leans over to his side and falls off the rope and smacks the apron with a thud.

Cashe then climbs through the ropes and walks along the apron where Hopkins is. Placing his foot on the back of Hopkins’ head, Cashe pushes him off the apron with it and watches as he crashes to the hard floor below. Meanwhile, Banks pulls Ramona up to her feet and then lifts her in a horizontal position. With the steel barricade separating the fans from ringside nearby, Banks carries Ramona towards it. Once beside it, Banks lifts Ramona up even higher with all of her strength and then drops over across the top of it back first, giving her a backbreaker with the railing. With Ramona hanging on the railing, Cashe then runs down the apron and leaps off of it, landing on her chest with a diving elbow drop.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”If Ramona’s back somehow managed to get better before this match, I can almost guarantee that it is nowhere near being fine now.”

VASSA: ”They tried to break her in half right there!”

Falling to his back, Cashe lays on the floor as Ramona slides off the railing and on top of him. Banks then looks along the apron where Hopkins is starting to pull himself up with help from the ringside steps. Banks then charges towards him and just as she closes in, Hopkins side steps out of the way and takes her down face first into the steps with a drop toe hold.

JOHNSON: ”There’s another concussion!”

VASSA: ”I hope if didn’t ruin her face! Damnit Hopkins! Tell me it isn’t so!”

With banks nearly out cold from the impact, Hopkins pulls her away from the steps and rolls her over to her back. He then drops down to both knees but before making the cover, he looks to the other side of the apron where Ramona and Cashe fight to get away from one another. Hopkins then covers Banks for the pin as one of the refs on the outside rushes over to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Hopkins takes the lead with the first pinfall of the match!”

VASSA: ”I swear if he messed up her face I’m going to pull a Cashe and rip every braid from his head out with my teeth!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t see any blood but I’m pretty certain that will leave a nasty bruise.”

33:47

Pushing Ramona off of him, Cashe crawls to the edge of the ring and then uses the apron to pull himself up. He then looks over to Ramona who is pulling herself up with the barricade. Cashe then makes his way over to her but before he gets close, Hopkins grabs him by the back of the head and takes him down to the floor with a front face slam. With Cashe down at his feet, Hopkins then jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop but before he can connect, Ramona rushes in and wipes him out with a sliding forearm smash that sends him straight to his back crashing on top of Cashe. Ramona then stands to her feet and looks down at Cashe with disgust. Then then leans over his head and swings down with an open hand slap that sends a sharp sound cutting through every other sound in the entire building. Ramona then grabs two handfuls of hair and drags Cashe away from Hopkins and over to the barricade. Pulling him up to his feet, Ramona then slams his face forward onto the top of it.

PING!!!

Shooting straight up, Cashe then stumbles backwards and trips over Hopkins. Falling to his back, Cashe hits the floor with a thud. With both Hopkins and Cashe down on their backs, Ramona slowly walks towards them. Out of nowhere, Banks runs into the picture and grabs ahold of her shoulder. After spinning Ramona around, Banks jumps into the air and goes for the jumping DDT. Quick on her feet, Ramona takes a step back while planting both of her fists into Banks’ chest and pushing her away. Banks crashes to the floor, landing on her back as Ramona brushes her hair out of her face and lucky to avoid the close call. Ramona then turns back to the other two but to her surprise, Cashe is up to his feet and there to greet her with a cunt punt. As Ramona lunges over, Cashe then grabs the back of her head and takes her off her feet with a lifting knee to the face. He then grabs her by the arm and shoulder and pulls her up. Dragging her to the edge of the ring, Cashe rolls her underneath the bottom and back into the ring.

Climbing onto the apron, Cashe goes to enter the ring but before he does, he notices Hopkins starting to get up as well. After looking at him for a moment, Cashe shakes his head and then looks back to the ring and locks his eyes on Ramona. Back in the ring, Cashe circles Ramona, stalking her as she slowly begins to climb to her feet. Once up, she then slowly turns around only to get put back down as Cashe runs towards her and drives a powerful, stiff striking elbow to the face.

JOHNSON: ”The Mark Of Jason!”

VASSA: ”She’s out!”

Cashe then drops down to both knees and makes the cover while Cashe and Hopkins slowly get to their feet.

ONE

Up first, Banks runs towards the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope.

TWO

Pushing herself up, Banks then charges towards them and leaps into the air with a flying double axe handle.

THREE!!!

Banks then hits Cashe over the back with the double axe handle but only after the refs hand slapped the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Too late! Cashe gets the second pinfall!”

VASSA: ”he better be glad Christopher Salieri wasn’t out here counting because that guy is slow! Hell, we’d still be at the two count!”

JOHNSON: ”So far we have Cashe and Hopkins tied with one pin a piece. and just under half an hour to go.”

26:11

Frustrated that she wasn’t able to break up the pin, Banks drags Cashe off of Ramona and rolls him over to his stomach. Looking down at him displeased, Banks jumps into the air and comes down on his chest with a double foot stomp. She then wipes her feet on his chest before stepping down and turning her attention to Ramona. Banks then reaches down to grab Ramona but before she can get her hands on her, Cashe grabs her by the leg and pulls it out from under her. Banks falls down to the canvas, landing on her side. Her and Cashe then race to get to their feet but before either does, Hopkins slides into the ring and turns his focus on Banks with forearm shots to the back of the head. With Cashe behind them, Hopkins continues the attack, leaving him plenty of time to get back to his feet.

Cashe then grabs Hopkins by the arm and jerks him around with that toothless smile on his face. He then throws Hopkins to the corner behind him with all of his strength, falling to mat himself after the burst of energy. After Crashing into the corner, Hopkins feet lift up from the mat for a split second before dropping back down. Cashe then goes to take off towards him but before he can get started, Banks pushes him out of the way and runs at Hopkins full speed. Once in range, Banks leaps into the air and goes for a corner splash but before she can make contact, Hopkins drops to the mat leaving her with nothing but the turnbuckle to crash into. Bouncing off in a daze, Banks stumbles backwards where Cashe then sneaks in and drops her to the mat with back to back cutter.

VASSA: ”UTI!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Cashe laid out Banks with the UTI. UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!”

Hopkins then climbs the turnbuckle and once at the top, he jumps into the air with a backflip and comes down across Cashe’s chest with a springboard moonsault foot stomp.

JOHNSON: ”OMFG!”

VASSA: ”OM MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This can’t be good for Cashe!”

After bouncing off Cashe and coming to his feet, Ramona rushes in and kicks Hopkins in the stomach. She then grabs ahold of his head with both hands and drops him to the mat with a sit-out facebuster.

VASSA: ”SHEEZUS CHRIST!!!”

JOHNSON: ”First against Creature Feature and now she’s taken Hopkins out with it!”

VASSA: ”She’s going for the pin!”

With everyone down except for Ramona, she crawls on top of Banks in the corner for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Score one for Ramona!”

JOHNSON: ”She’s going for another!”

18:02

Ramona then crawls off of Banks and covers Hopkins for the pin with the ref still in place for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”Cashe broke up the pin!”

VASSA: ”All she needed was a split second more and she could have scored a second pinfall but Cashe just wasn’t going to let that happen.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know how he did it but somehow he managed to pull Ramona off of Hopkins while on his back.”

VASSA: ”The legs! She had her legs right in his face while going for the second pin.”

Dragging herself away from Cashe, Ramona crawls towards the other side of the ring. With Hopkins and Cashe still down on their backs, Ramona and Banks then start to get up at the same time. With both on their feet at once, Banks turns to Ramona and then charges towards her full speed. Not backing down, Ramona clinches her fist and swings for her head as she closes in. Ducking underneath the punch, Banks continues to run to the ropes while Cashe then runs into the picture and knocks Ramona off her feet with a lariat to the back of the head. Looking to Banks bouncing off the ropes and coming back with full speed, Cashe steps forward and throws another elbow, Mark of Jason, as Banks’ head but misses as she ducks underneath and avoids yet another head shot. Banks then jumps horizontally onto Cashe’s back and gets him in a crucifix. Fighting to break free, Cashe tries to move forward but then Banks’ swings her body and takes him off of his feet and drives his head into the mat with a crucifix driver.

JOHNSON: ”Off With Your Head! Banks has taken the 4CW Champion down and possibly out for the count!”

With both Ramona and Hopkins down and nowhere to be seen, Banks crawls over to Cashe and lays across his body as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”We’re all tied up! Felicity has evened the score with that pin!”

JOHNSON: ”We’re getting down to the wire here folks! Each wrestler has one pin to their name and we have about ten minutes left before this match will come to an end.”

VASSA: ”TEN MINUTES?! Are you kidding me?!”

JOHNSON: ”Unfortunately I am not, Vinny. We’re closing in on ten minutes and someone has to step up here and take the lead.”

09:55

Standing back to her feet, Banks makes her way over to Ramona and grabs her by the head with both hands. She then pulls her up to both feet but out of nowhere, Ramona wraps her up and then lifts her up off her feet while running across the ring with her. After taking a few steps, Ramona then drives Bank’s back into the canvas with a spinebuster that shakes the entire ring upon impact. Pressing her hands into Banks’ face, Ramona pushes herself up while putting all of her weight down to her hands. Ramona then grabs Banks’ by the hair and pulls her up to both feet and then locks in a side headlock. With Banks held tightly against her body, Ramona then drags her towards the corner. Stepping up on the middle padding, Ramona turns her body, jumps forward and plants Banks’ head into the canvas with a bulldog.

Across the ring, Cashe and Hopkins stand to their feet at the same time and lock eyes. They then go at each others throats and exchange a fury of back and forth punches. Cashe then kicks Hopkins in the stomach and scoops him up. Walking to the corner, Cashe then locks Hopkins upside down with a Tree of Woe. Cashe then turns around and takes off towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. After bouncing off and coming back with speed, Cashe then flips forward and crashes back first into Hopkins with a Cannon Ball Splash. The two then fall to the mat, Cashe first with Hopkins coming down and landing on top of him. Cashe then rolls Hopkins off of him and covers for the pin as the ref on the outside stands by, looking through the ropes and making the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

04:20

VASSA: ”I’ve been waiting for the clock to get to this point this entire time! Steve, you holding?”

JOHNSON: ”Holding what?”

VASSA: ”Deeezzz nuts!”

On the other side of the ring, Ramona has Banks backed into the corner and unloading on her with a series of body punches. After wearing her down quite a bit, Ramona then climbs the corner over Banks. Standing on the middle ropes, Ramona then begins to swing down at Banks, knocking her upside the head with hard rights. After landing half a dozen, Ramona draws back for one more but before she can swing down, Cashe grabs her by the back of the pants and slams her down to her back. He then drops to both knees with her head in front of him and presses her shoulders to the mat as the ref quickly rushes over to make the count.

ONE

Ramona then kicks her leg back and plants it into Cashe’s face, knocking him backwards and down to the mat. She then rolls over to her stomach to get up but before she can, Banks grabs her by the hair with both hands and slams her down to her back.

02:59

With Cashe getting up to his feet, Hopkins rushes in and knees him in the side of the head while he’s only up to one knee. He then lifts him up from the mat and onto his shoulders before dropping him in the center of the ring with a Samoan drop. Making the cover, Hopkins goes for the pin as the ref makes the count from the edge of the ring.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Going toe to toe, Banks and Ramona are at it again, trying to rip each other apart. Ramona then grabs her head with both hands and then falls backwards to the mat while pulling Banks’ body forward and hitting her with a double knee facebreaker. Ramona then goes for the cover as the ref inside of the ring drops down to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

01:25

Pulling Cashe back to his feet, Hopkins slaps him across the chest with a backhand chop. In return, Cashe fires back with a closed fist to the side of the jaw. The two then lock up and Cashe pushes Hopkins head down in front of his chest. Feeling Hopkins head against him, Cashe’s eyes quickly widen before he pushes Hopkins away and covers his only nipple.

VASSA: ”Hopkins mouth being that close to Cashe’s chest brought back some bad memories.”

JOHNSON: ”We all remember what happened at South Beach Brawl. Do you blame him for being cautious?”

VASSA: ”Not at all! Hopkins is a freak!”

00:57

With Hopkins back against the ropes, Cashe charges towards him and hits him with a clothesline and then both flip over the top rope and crash hard to the floor below.

Inside of the ring, Ramona pulls Banks back to her feet. Finding a burst of energy hidden within, Banks pushes Ramona away and then swings towards her head, connecting with a haymaker to the side of the dome. Ramona then fires back with a punch of her own and knocks Banks back a couple of steps as it lands across her jaw.

00:22

Ramona then goes to kick Banks in the stomach but as she does, Banks catches her foot and then spins her around. After making a full revolution, Ramona goes for her Dragon Whip kick, Punked, but misses as Banks ducks underneath her leg as it passes overhead. With momentum behind her, Ramona makes another revolution but this time as she faces Banks, she gets her head wrapped up as Banks takes her down to the mat with a jumping DDT.

00:06

JOHNSON: ”Space Jam DDT!!!”

With Ramona laid out, Banks quickly makes the cover with the final second counting down.

00:04

ONE

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TWO

00:02

THREE!!!

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00:00

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

JOHNSON: ”We have a new 4CW Champion!”

VASSA: ”BANKS HAS WON IT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Talk about a buzzer beater! She pulled off the winning pinfall in the clutch with only a second left in the match!”

VASSA: ”This was unbelievable!”

“Scream” hits the speakers as Banks rolls over to her back and stares at the ceiling above while catching her breath. The ref then walks to the edge of the ring to grab the 4CW Championship and then walks back over to help Banks up to her feet. Barely able to stand, Banks grabs the championship and holds it against her body with one arm as the ref raises her other in the air.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and new 4CW Champion… FELICITY BBAANNKKSS!!!”

VASSA: ”This match was all over the place, Steve!”

Standing on the outside of the ring looking in, Cashe and Hopkins watch in disappointment as Banks is crowned the new 4CW Champion. Forgetting the hatred between the both of them, they stand side by side without even noticing the other with their eyes locked on Banks. With Ramona still down and out, Banks walks to the edge of the ring and leans against the ropes as she finally has a minute to stop and catch her breath.

JOHNSON: ”So the landscape of champions in 4CW has changed quite a bit tonight. First we had Brenna Devlin capture the Pride Championship and now after an hour long battle, Felicity Banks has won the 4CW Championship in one of, if not the toughest matches in 4CW history.”

VASSA: ”Everyone went big tonight and put it all on the line. That’s the crazy thing about this place, about Vegas. Anything is bound to happen. You win some and you lose some. You either walk away empty handed or you walk away richer than you were before coming here.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s been one crazy night but all good things must come to an end and this is it for our second Ante Up here in Las Vegas.”

VASSA: ”We watched a lot of things unfold tonight and I can’t wait until Adrenaline in two weeks to see the aftermath of this huge event.”

JOHNSON: ”Well there you have it folks, our new 4CW Champion, Felicity Banks. Be sure to tune in two weeks from tonight as we step into bigger venues and take things back over to the east coast. It’s been a fun night. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”

Finally catching her breath and regaining enough energy, Banks climbs the nearby corner and overlooks the crowd with the 4CW Championship held above her head. The camera zooms in to her face covered in sweat but with the look of a champion on it. Changing views, we then get a close up shot of the 4CW Championship as the scene slowly fades out.