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SOUTH BEACH BRAWL (036)
KLIPSCH AMPHITHEATER [MIAMI, FLORIDA]
APRIL 29TH, 2015

The camera pans over the packed Klipsch Amphitheater in Miami, Florida. A dark orange sky overhangs the venue as the electricity flows within the packed crowd below. At ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the booth, ready to kick the evening off.
JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen, we have finally made it! South Beach Brawl is about to kick you right in the mouth tonight!”
VASSA: ”You can say that again, brother!”
JOHNSON: ”I’m your host, Steve Johnson, and this hefty fella sitting beside me is no one other than the fan favorite–“
VASSA: ”Vinny Vassa! I’m here so we can finally get the party started!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s going to be a big party indeed. We have quite the card scheduled for tonight. All four 4CW championships will be on the line. I must say, it’s going to be a real fine evening!”
VASSA: ”Well.. lets not waste anymore time and get right down to business. The opening contest has become the talk of the town as of late. It seems to be the new main attraction , at least in the eyes of some. Three weeks ago we opened with Connor Gates and Jason Cashe inside of a steel cage.”
JOHNSON: ”Tonight we kick things off with the 4CW Pride Championship being put on the line. The champ, Lo’Renzo Porter will be defending against Aidan Carlisle who has made quite the impact since signing with 4CW.”
VASSA: ”You bet she has! After getting a few wins under her belt, she topped it off by winning the number one contender match for the championship in an over the top rope eight person elimination rumble.”
JOHNSON: ”This is primed to start the show off with a bang and who knows, maybe it will steal the show and prove that opening matches are now the new main event.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know about all that but it’s a damn good way to kick things off!”
JOHNSON: ”Following that we’ll see some other great faces in action like Shane Borderland, Inmate 31, Brennan Devlin, Veronica Taylor and Xandor Kalel.”
VASSA: ”Did we mention? “Young” Mannie will be making his return to the ring tonight after a brief hiatus.”
JOHNSON: ”We didn’t mention that, you made it clear that you wanted to announce his return before we went on the air.”
VASSA: ”It is what it is.”
JOHNSON: ”After a tough loss in the tag team number one contender match, Politically Incorrect will get their chance at revenge against Creature Feature who stole the show from them and let up the win for The Black Dahlias.”
VASSA: ”This isn’t going to be your normal match. This will be one right up the alley of Creature Feature as they’ll square off with P.I. in a tornado tag straight jacket match.”
JOHNSON: ”This is going to be one crazy match and to prove it, someone is getting strapped in a straight jacket.”
VASSA: ”Following that the lovely Felicity Banks will be climbing in the ring with The Wildcat, Kirsta Lewis.”
JOHNSON: ”Next up we have Seamus O’Connor facing off against our very own superhero, Roxi Johnson!”
VASSA: ”Now if that doesn’t already sound like a packed card full of goodies, following that we’ll get into the other three 4CW championship matches.”
JOHNSON: ”The Extreme Championship picture has been a brutal beatdown and tonight, it’s going to get bloody as Dakota Smith, Griffin Hawkins, Lord Raab and Nathaniel Havok will rip each other to shreds inside of a barbed wire massacre match!”
VASSA: ”This is definitely one for the record books because it is in fact the most extreme match to ever grace 4CW to date.”
JOHNSON: ”And if that wasn’t enough for you, we have the Tag Team Championship match shortly after where The Black Dahlias will get a second chance to defeat Black Listed but this time, the belts will be on the line!”
VASSA: ”Black Listed came away with the W last time there two teams climbed in the ring but the belts weren’t up for grabs. Tonight, the gold is at stake and that always seems to raise the tempo no matter who it is in that ring.”
JOHNSON: ”After all that, when the dust has finally settled, we top it off with a triple threat elimination match for the 4CW Championship!”
VASSA: ”Jair Hopkins will be defending against Connor Gates who has made quite the splash since stepping foot on 4CW soil. Then when you add Jason Cashe in the mix, things are going to get a little more insane!”
JOHNSON: ”Jair and Cashe have been at each others throats for months now. Connor Gates on the other hand, he worked his way into this picture and will put it all on the line tonight to prove that he is the new face of this company.”
VASSA: ”He’s got his work cut out for him, that’s for sure. Cashe and Hopkins alone will rock this place but when you add this new hot stud into the mix, we’re going to burn Miami to the ground! There’s a reason why we’re THE best wrestling attraction to hit this state this week, even this month! Hell, I would go as far as saying the best thing to hit this state for the entire year!”
JOHNSON: ”Well that’s our lineup folks and we won’t keep you waiting any longer. I’m ready to get this thing underway.”
VASSA: ”I’ve been ready for this night. I couldn’t sleep for the last few days just thinking about it!”
JOHNSON: ”I would be willing to say some other factors have led to your lack of sleep. We are in Miami and everyone knows what this city is known for!”
VASSA: ”Well say hell to my little friend and lets get this bitch rolling!”

The scene picks up inside one of the Klipsch Amphitheater backstage rooms that are being used as locker-rooms for tonight’s South Beach Brawl. Antoine Rage is seen pacing back and forth while throwing an angry tantrum. His partner, Dustin Reeves, is nonchalantly slouching back in a steel chair with his feet up on the table; not a worry on his face as he tries to interject.
RAGE: “…I’m tired of all of this! I’m not going to let some imbeciles steal our spotlight…”
REEVES: “Chill, bruh! This back and forth pacing is giving me a motion sickness… and I just might have the solution to our little issue…”
RAGE: “What, a create of milk for Monster Mash?”
REEVES: “Actually, something a lot better… an insurance policy!”
Antoine Rage stops cold in his tracks and partially annoyed, quizzically looks over to his tag team partner who reaches under the table and whips out a silver briefcase. Have we seen it somewhere before? Dustin Reeves pops it open as some single dollar bills fall out of the case.
RAGE: “Is that the money…”
REEVES: “It doesn’t matter, partner. What matters is that I just might know someone that may have a better use for it than us…”
RAGE: “Please… do tell… I would love to hear what kind of an idiotic idea you came up with this time…”
Dustin Reeves motions for his partner to sit in a chair across the table from him as he closes the briefcase and slides it to the side. Antoine Rage obliges but not without making indubitable side comments. The two members of Politically Incorrect are seen beginning to discuss things but before we are let in on the “plan,” the scene fades to black.

OPENING MATCH
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
AIDAN CARLISLE VS. LO’RENZO PORTER ©
“Take a good look at agony
Force fed pass down
Time release… ”
Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of her theme song fill the theater, pumping her fist in the air as she stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights. She smiles from ear to ear as the cheers from the crowd get her revved up for the impending match.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Rochester, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is “The Hardcore Queen”, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”
“I never noticed, until I focused
On everything you did, you said,
You lit the fuse inside my head ”
She races down the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Her own excitement is palpable as she hops up onto the middle rope, subtly bouncing it in the rhythm of the music.
“Thank you for reminding me
Of why I’m sick inside
Thank you for the venom, did
You think it would paralyze?
These scars I scratch, I tear
Are there under my skin
Where you’ve always been
Thank you for reminding me,
To sin with a grin ”
The cheers turn near-deafening as she kisses her middle and index fingers, thrusting them into the air in her trademark salute to her fans.
JOHNSON: ” The challenger, the Hardcore Queen, a bit of an upstart looking to really make a name for herself here tonight in Miami.”
VASSA: ” As if those banners with here weren’t enough, she could walk out of here as the Pride Champion.”
“Believe Me” by Ace Hood 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 while he raises his Pride Championship in the air with his right.
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. He is the 4CW Pride Champion, 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, this time the Pride Championship high in the air. 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, wrapping his PRide Championship before kissing it and jumping down from the turnbuckle before passing it to the ref. Setting up in his corner he closes his eyes for a few seconds before letting out a deep breathe, waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ” Of course, she’s going to have to go through this man. One of the best champions we have had here in 4CW. He’s held onto that Pride championship belt for as long as anyone.”
VASSA: ” He’s been an amazing champion, but all good things will come to an end and that could be here tonight.”
JOHNSON: ” We are set to find out here now as that’s the bell!”
The champ and the challenger stand across the ring from each other for a moment before they begin to circle each other in the ring. Carlisle looks for a quick shoot, but Porter backs off stopping her in her tracks. They continue to circle some more, this time it’s Porter who fakes a quick shoot move, but Carlisle backs off which stops Porter. The two give a little smirk and head nod to each other as they continue to get closer together. Carlisle and Porter are close enough that the only option is a collar and elbow tie-up near the middle of the ring, Porter is able to get the advantage with a go behind move, but Carlisle counters with a couple of back elbows and reverses the hold going behind Porter, Porter tries an elbow smash of his own, but the shorter Aidan is able to duck under it causing Porter to twist in the reverse clutch. Showing off her strength, Aidan lifts up the champion and dumps him down on the mat with a side suplex!! Porter rolls right back up to his feet, trying to shake the move off but there’s Aidan who charges in and connects with a volley of knee strikes backing the champion up against the ropes. Aidan throws Porter into the farside ropes, chasing after him doing a handspring…
“SLLAMM!”
…right into an elbow smash!! Porter falls through the middle and top ropes from the impact, the crowd cheers on the impressive move as Carlisle pulls herself right back up to her feet.
JOHNSON: ” Impressive move, a handspring into an elbow smash and the challenger has taken early control of this match!”
VASSA: ” Great moves by the kid, but she’s got to keep the champion in the ring here or she won’t be able to get the needed pinfall to take the Pride Championship.”
Porter pulls himself to his feet just in time as Aidan charges in and hits him with a shoulder block right to the midsection from between the ropes!! Porter is somehow able to hold onto the top ropes keeping himself from falling to the floor below, but Carlisle is quick to the attack as she runs to the adjacent ring ropes leaps up onto the middle ropes and connects with an amazing looking dropkick right to the face of Lo’Renzo!! Porter falls to the ring apron and then the floor from the impact of that kick! Porter gets back up to his feet, but Aidan is really feeling it from the crowd and in the ring, she charges into the farside ring ropes and at full speed charges towards Porter diving through the middle and top ropes and connecting with a sucidie dive to the outside of the ring!! Both go crashing into the guardrailing as the crowd gets out of their seats for that one!
JOHNSON: ” Lo’Renzo Porter just got wiped out there by a flying dervish!”
VASSA: ” Dervish?”
JOHNSON: ” Yeah, it’s like a spinning flying person.”
VASSA: ” Google has wasted how much of your life again?”
Both are slow getting back up to their feet, but Carlisle is smart enough to grab Porter and toss him into the ring before the referee has time to get far into his countout count. Aidan follows in through the ropes, and goes to pull Porter back up to his feet, but the champion was only playing opossum there as he hits an elbow smash across the bridge of Carlisle’s nose and then scoops her up and slams her down onto the mat. Aidan pulls herself back up as Porter shakes off cobwebs from earlier, Porter is quick to shove her up against the ropes and sends her across with an Irish whip, on the rebound Aidan leaps over the back body drop attempt by Porter and holds onto his legs looking for a sunset flip, but Porter counters by kneeling down into a quick pinning attempt! The referee slides in…
ONE
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TWO
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THR… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ” Great counter to the counter and Porter nearly gets the three count as a result of it.”
VASSA: ” Of course, that counter was a counter to the earlier counter by the… wait, I’m confused.”
Porter gets right back up as Carlisle rolls to her feet as well, Porter charges in, but Carlisle is able to side step it ducking the clothesline attempt, she counters with a kick attempt of her own but Porter is able to catch her leg in the process. He pulls her close wrapping his arms around her head and arm flipping her up and over…
“SLLLLLAMM!”
…with a capture suplex!! Aidan rolls her to feet again, but Porter is waiting for her as she leaps up at him, he catches her in mid-air before slamming her again down on the mat hard with an Alabama slam!! The wind rushes out of Carlisle’s lungs from the impact and Porter rolls up her legs in the process going for another pin attempt, the referee slides in for the count…
ONE
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TWO
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THRE… KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ” Another close call there, she’s living on the edge here early on. Lots of big swings and misses leading to some good pinning attempts by the champion.”
JOHNSON: ” You said it, but she’s going to go for it here. You have to. Porter has been tested a lot and has held onto his Pride title for a long time now, you’ve got to take your best shots when you can.”
Looks like Porter is going to try another tactic here, a bit of switching gears as he pulls up the leg of Aidan Carlisle and twists it into an ankle lock!! He pulls her to the side as much as possible as Aidan swings her arms wildly for the ropes looking to make contact, but she is a couple of finger lengths short in her attempt and saving herself. Porter digs deeper into the hold causing her yell out in pain and causing the referee to check to see if she wants to tap out. Aidan holds her hand above the ring, but she shakes her head no as Porter continues to nearly twist her ankle fully around!! She reaches out for the ropes, but Lo’Renzo sees how close she is as he lifts up her leg and tries to pull her towards the center of the ring some more, when he does this she is able to get her arms under her and do a complete rolling flip causing Porter to break the hold and fall through the ring to the outside!!
JOHNSON: ” Aidan might have broken that hold, but Porter might have broken that ankle! She does not look like she is going to be able to get back up to her feet anytime soon, she is tremendous pain right now.”
VASSA: ” Amazing counter to that, but you’re right there she’s had some major damage done that ankle in the process and I think blood’s in the water now.”
JOHNSON: ” And Lo’Renzo Porter is the type of person you do not want to show any sort of weakness against.”
Porter slides back into the ring as Aidan is able to put a little pressure onto her right leg, Porter seeing that she’s hurt slowly moves around the ring. He gets right behind her as she spins around, Porter looks to nail her in the face with a chin kick but Aidan rolls out of the way as Porter kicks nothing but the air in front of him. Aidan tries to stand up after the one legged roll through, but her right leg buckles under her causing her not to be able to get out of the way as Porter charges in and hits a roundhouse kick to her jaw!! Aidan falls to the ground hard, but she’s too close to the ropes for a pinning attempt, instead Porter opts to pull her by the right leg towards the middle of the ring. Aidan holds onto the bottom ropes, but that only leads to Porter lifting her up by that right leg and slamming her and down onto the mat with a heavy thud!! Porter pulls her up to her feet and locks her into a standing headscissors, the crowd buzzes as Porter stands there for a moment before…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”
…hits a flip piledriver!!! The crowd erupts for the move and Porter rolls over the top of Carlisle for the pin as the referee slides in for the count…
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!?!
JOHNSON: ” NO! NO! She got her leg on the ropes!! I don’t know where she got the presence of mind, but at the last moment Aidan Carlisle is able to get her boot onto the bottom ropes causing the pinning attempt to be broken up!! Lo’Renzo Porter nailed that Perpellas as we have seen him do dozens of times, but somehow it was just not enough to put her away just yet.”
VASSA: ” Yeah, but the momentum has been swung, the casket is open here… it’s just a matter of putting the body into the hole now.”
JOHNSON: ” I’m not ready to write her off just yet, Vinny.”
VASSA: ” Well, you’re an optimist.”
Porter looks a little disappointed with the count, and the result, but he is able to pull himself back up to his feet before Aidan has really started moving around again. Porter pulls her up by the hair again, she is still wobbly from the piledriver and of course hardly able to put any weight on that right leg of hers. With little effort he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her high up into the air over the head with a belly to belly suplex!! Carlisle crashes down onto the mat back first, her momentum carries her into the turnbuckle as she slouches into the corner. Porter gets back up to his feet and lifts his arm towards the crowd as Carlisle pulls herself back up to her feet. Porter charges into the corner leaping up and slamming his fist down…
“SMMMMMMACK!”
…onto the top turnbuckle!! Carlisle is able to move out of the way as Porter gives the superman punch to the corner! Porter holds his right hand in some pain after he seemingly got the metal bracket that holds the turnbuckle up to the post. He spins around as Aidan leaps up off of her left leg only and drives her right knee into Porter’s face as she wraps her arms around his head hitting a one-legged facebuster!!
JOHNSON: ” And just like that, Aidan is able to turn the table back into her favor!”
VASSA: ” Wow, I really thought she was done here. But, she’s gathering herself back in the ring now.”
Aidan’s not one to slow down here, even on one bad leg she moves towards the corner turnbuckle. Using mostly her upper body she flings herself up bouncing onto the middle turnbuckle and then up into the air as she does the splits in mid-air flipping herself up and over and landing square on the body of Lo’Renzo Porter!! The split legged moonsault always gets the crowd to their feet, but it seems that Aidan reinjured that ankle of hers in the process and is unable to make a quick cover and take advantage of the move fully. Instead, she tries to pull herself back up to feet, pushing through the pain in her leg with a grit on her face she is able to turn around just as Porter is able to get back up to his feet as well. Aidan runs to the ropes, leaping up to the middle ropes and springboards herself towards Lo’Renzo catching him with a hurricanrana!!
JOHNSON: ” Ring of pain by Carlisle!!”
VASSA: ” She’s digging deep for the strength to pull out these moves!”
Porter is tossed across the ring, but he rolls and lands throat first across the middle rope on the farside of the ring. Carlisle pulls herself back to her feet as Porter seems to be dazed, she charges across and swings through the ropes connecting with a double kick across his face!! Porter flops backwards from the impact and Aidan slides in going for the cover, the referee is right there…
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!?
JOHNSON: ” No! Porter got the shoulder up!! The champion holds out from this surge from the challenger!”
VASSA: ” So close, so… so close. She might be able to pull this thing off, if her leg can hold up to the pain she’s putting it through to hit all of these big moves right now.”
JOHNSON: ” She hasn’t been right on that leg since that ankle lock early on, that might be hurt seriously. What’s keeping her standing? I don’t know, but she’s showing some will power just pulling herself back up to her feet.”
Carlisle has a moment in the ring to recover a little bit, she slaps the right ankle a couple of times out of frustration and winces in pain in the process but it seems to be pushing her to get back up to her feet once again. Porter is still reeling himself trying to get back up to his feet in the process as well. Carlisle moves right up behind Porter and just as he stands up, she digs both knees right into his back and falls backwards hitting a backstabber move!! Porter’s spine is straighten for the next couple of months as a result, but he’s in a ton of pain right now. Aidan is slow to her knees, but she scrambles over to where Porter is and tries for a cover…
ONE
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TWO
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THREE?!
VASSA: ” New champion!?”
JOHNSON: ” NO! Porter kicked out of that one!!”
VASSA: ” Wow, just wow. The champ’s still in this thing!”
Aidan is still holding that leg in pain, but she pushes herself back up to her feet once again. Porter is now in a lot of pain himself, he has to dig down deep to bring himself back up to a kneeling position as well. The two slowly get back up to their feet at about the same speed. Carlisle spins around Porter and connects with an uppercut!! Porter stays his ground and counters with an elbow smash of his own!! Aidan holds her ground and she hits another uppercut!! Porter stands tall still and counters with another elbow smash!! The crowd begins to get into it as the two exchange shots for a third time, and then for a fourth time. Porter and Aidan then hit each other for a fifth time, and both stumble backwards into the ring ropes, they both rebound off the ropes and head towards the middle of the ring, Porter goes for a swinging lariat but Aidan ducks under holding onto Porter in the process and spinning him around. She grabs him by the sides of the head and hits a lifting knee strike!! Porter nearly goes limp from that shot but instead stumbles back into the ropes and springs off again towards the center of the ring. This time it’s Carlisle who goes for swinging lariat, but Porter ducks under and nails her with a Flippbow to the chin!! Carlisle stumbles backwards and Porter shuffles…
“SMMMMMMMMMMACKK!”
…smacking her in the face with the JUICE!! The crowd pops for the finisher as Aidan crumbles to the mat, Porter falls on top of her as the referee slides in to make the count…
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!?
JOHNSON: ” NO! NO! NO! CARLISLE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! SHE KICKED OUT OF THAT FLASH KICK!!”
VASSA: ” How? How? How’d she do that? How?”
JOHNSON: ” The crowd is in about as much disbelief as Lo’Renzo Porter is right now, they don’t know how she got that shoulder up in time to avoid the three count and I don’t think Lo’Renzo can believe it either!!”
Porter gets back up to seated position, the look on his face is pure disbelief and with a little bit of blood that is trickling down his nose he wonders out loud how the heck she just did that. Porter begins to pull himself back up to his feet, Aidan does the same as she reaches for the ring ropes trying to ignore the pain in her right ankle and get herself out of harm’s way. Porter indicates to the crowd that’s he going for another one of those kicks by backing up in the ring and getting set for his opponent to turn herself around in the ring. Carlisle is finally able to get up and as she spins around Lo’Renzo goes for another Juice kick, she is able to move out of the way, she rebounds off of the ropes and leaps backwards into a wheelbarrow…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!!”
…hitting a wheelbarrow facebuster in the process!! Porter’s face bounces off of the mat in the process. Carlisle, however, is not able to get up and make the pin as she landed awkwardly on that right ankle once again and it finally gave out on her. Slowly, with the crowd behind her, she crawls over to where Porter is laying down facing up at the pretty pretty lights and hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!?
VASSA: ” WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP–“
JOHNSON: ” NO!! Lo’Renzo kicked out at the last moment!!”
VASSA: ” The hell!?”
JOHNSON: ” That little bit of hesistation by Aidan cost her a three count as it gave Lo’Renzo enough time to recover from that Fire Inside move we’ve seen put plenty of people away.”
VASSA: ” And this is just the opening match? Oh man.”
Aidan is now the one in disbelief as Porter is somehow able to kickout of her best shot. Porter begins to get back up to his feet as she pulls herself back up to her own, that right leg is in obvious pain but she does her best to right herself in the ring even grabbing the boot a little bit and twisting it from to side. However, she takes her eye off of Porter long enough and that has allowed him to get back up to his feet as well, as she moves in Porter shuffles again sending his foot towards her jaw once again with that flash kick, however, Aidan is able to catch it and spin Lo’Renzo around in the process, she leaps up…
“SLLLLLAMM!”
…driving Lo’Renzo down with a DDT!! Porter bounces face first off of the mat as Aidan rolls back up to her feet, instead of going for the pin she limps over towards the corner turnbuckle and begins to climb to the top ropes. The crowd buzzes as it takes a little bit to get herself fully balanced up there, Porter is stirring in the meantime. Aidan waits for him to stand up before she leaps with a front flip…
“SLLLLLLLAMM!”
…connecting with a dragonrana!! Front flipping onto the champion’s shoulders and then rolling him up in the ring with a rana!! She holds onto the legs of Lo’Renzo Porter with everything she’s got left in her arms as he tries to break the hold with everything he’s got left. The referee slides in for the cover…
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
The bell rings as Lo’Renzo breaks free from the pinning combination, he crumbles to the mat in the process as the referee holds Aidan Carlisle’s arm up in victory from her knees as she herself is unable to get to a standing position. The crowd explodes for the effort, giving both Lo’Renzo Porter and Aidan Carlisle a standing ovation as Flipp rolls from the ring and begins to walk out disappointed.
JOHNSON: ” She did it!! She did it!! We have a new Pride Champion in the form of Aidan Carlisle!!”
VASSA: ” Wow. The effort on both sides, this one could have gone on much longer, but Aidan was able to hold on for dear life after hitting that Total Destruction move of hers.”
JOHNSON: ” I agree with you there, Vinny. The story between these two is not over, I’d imagine we are going to be seeing these two go at it for this title a few more times, but tonight belongs to the upstart Aidan Carlisle. She’s the new Pride Champion.”
“Sin With a Grin” by Shinedown begins to play over the arena once again as the referee presents Aidan with the Pride Championship belt which she immediately clutches as tightly as possible before holding it high for this approving Miami crowd to see. She falls to her knees and gives it another hug with sweat pouring down her face there is an ear to ear smile on her lips, because she is the new champion here tonight.
POWERS: ”Your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

Somewhere down in the depths of the Klipsch Ampitheater we find Eric Lee. He is curled up in a corner. His hands wrapped around his head, in full protect mode. His hair swings as he rocks in place. Suddenly he stops and looks over his shoulder. That now infamous giggle echos out from his frame.
LEE: “Miami. South Beach Brawl. I was not given an appearance on this event. So here I am taking one. And you can believe it won’t be my last…”
Another giggle and then the rocking resumes.
LEE: “Dustin, I know you are out there listening. I know you will be out there in a match. Don’t think your deity has forgotten you. Far, far from it, my child. I shall personally elevate you to greatness. I will helo you ascend to the heights that you so desire. Your praise and blood shall be the perfect compensation.”
Lee turns fully to face the camera. Blood leaks a trail from the corner of his mouth. He grins and his bloody teeth cast an eerie sight.
LEE: “The time is approaching. The hour draws nigh. Your salvation will soon be at hand. You will welcome it with open arms. You might not think so now. But when the time comes, when the clock tolls your eleventh hour. You shall come to me and beg for the salvation I offer. Dustin, you shall once again…”
Another creepy giggle escapes Lee’s frame.
LEE: “Worship me.”
Fade.

With her music still playing throughout the theatre, the newly crowned Pride Champion steps into the backstage area still covered in sweat from her match. Crew members give her a round of applause for the exciting Title match that just took place. She stops and greets a few people with a strained but happy smile stretched across her face.
AIDAN: “Thank you! Thanks guys!”
As she moves past the crew members and the small celebration begins to fade, a new clap grabs her attention. Slowly paced and filled with sarcasm, she sees Jason Cashe on top of a Production Box, giving her a bullshit ovation. The smile leaves her face as one grows across his. He slides off the box onto his feet to officially greet the new Champion.
CASHE: “Bravo! Bravo! Congratulations Aidan, you did it! You became Pride Champion and the whole place almost exploded out there! Almost. People are just warming up but you did your thing.”
AIDAN: “Get bent Cashe, go bug someone else. Someone who couldn’t do what I just did for Opening Matches! Come to think of it, maybe you should just look in a mirror while you do.”
CASHE: “Ah haa! That’s funny! What did you do? Beat Flipp? Pssh did you see him before that match? He looked off to say the least! As far as I know or anyone else does you spiked his Kool-Aid and had an Easy Button out there. Do you know Jessica Black?”
Scoffing at him, she waves off his desperate need to try to kill her buzz.
AIDAN: “I’m not concerned with Jessica ‘No One Remembers Me’ Black or you for that matter. I just became the new Pride Champion and neither you .or anyone else will ruin my night. I have celebrating to do.”
CASHE: “Listen, Guest Appearance…The Opening Matches have a LONG history of new talent, people who can’t find a victory if their lives were on the line but I changed that outlook. Me! You want to run in and try to take that spotlight for yourself? Fine but this was a rare occasion, I am the Opening, the Middle and the Main Event of 4CW and tonight I prove that one more time…You’ve got nothing on me!”
Stepping up to him, her eyes locked into his in a deep stare. Aidan lifts her new Pride Championship so the face plate is inches from Cashe’s head.
AIDAN: “The Opening Matches have a long history of new blood but it’s only now that they’re starting to get some talent, because I’m here. I’ve got this. I won this in the Opening Match of 4CW’s biggest show to date. When was the last time you performed anywhere near that level without needing some Cialis? Never? That’s what I thought. The line starts behind me now, so why don’t you grab a ticket and try to catch up…”
CASHE: “Uhhhhh…”
Leaving him standing there with his mouth dropped open, the new Pride Champion leaves the scene to catch a shower and enjoy her celebration. Cashe closes his mouth and storms off looking like he wants to start some trouble.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. INMATE 31
The lights dim throughout the theatre, orange strobe lights start flickering everywhere as the sound of “My Time to Shine” by Saliva hits the sound system.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is the “Bad Boy”, SHANE BBOORRDDEERRLLAANNDD!!!
Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp, but is immediately blind-sided by Inmate 31. The attack from Inmate 31 wasn’t so simple as just a running clothesline, or a punch, either. Instead, the Inmate delivered a ringing chairshot to the back of Borderland’s head, knocking him face first into the entrance ramp. Another shot to the back of Borderland left the fans gasping and the referee ringing the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”It looks like we’re getting this match underway immediately, with no time wasted!”
Inmate 31 had already dragged Borderland back to the ring, rolled him under the bottom rope, and grabbed a table from underneath the ring by the time Shane had begun to come to. The referee had been checking on Shane sporadically, making sure that he didn’t have to call in the EMTs on Borderland. Sure enough, though, Borderland groggily came back to his feet, just as Inmate 31 had finished setting up the table on the outside of the ring. The Inmate rolled underneath the bottom rope, stood, then grabbed Borderland by the back of the back of the head and started to throw him out of the ring and over the top rope. Shane, with his ring smarts, grabbed the top rope before he could be launched over it, locking himself to the mat. An elbow to the ribs of Inmate 31 by Borderland loosened his grip on Borderland’s head, then another elbow caused him to drop the grip altogether.
JOHNSON: ”Can Borderland come back from already taking two chair shots to the back of the head?”
VASSA: ”It looks like he already is!”
Borderland made the turn around by spinning in his place and leveling Inmate 31 with a hard clothesline from right beside of him. The impact almost caused Inmate to turn a front flip, knocking him completely flat onto the mat. Borderland, rubbing the back of head and neck where the chair had made most the impact, scooped up The Man of Fear and sent him rebounding into the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. As Inmate 31 came back towards him, Borderland doubled over, caught Inmate, flipped him over the top rope, and straight through the table set up at ringside! The fans around the ring began a ‘HO-LY SHIT!’ ‘HO-LY SHIT!’ chant, as Borderland made him famous pose of extending his arms.
JOHNSON: ”Jesus! IS INMATE 31 DEAD?!”
The referee was the first on the scene to check on the status of Inmate 31, who was laying amongst the broken debris of a smashed table. Splinters of wood lay all over the place, the referee dodging them like broken pieces of glass. Borderland was close behind, however, rolling from the ring by underneath the bottom rope. He shoved the referee out of the way before he could check on Inmate. Just as Borderland reached down to snatch up The Man of Fear once more, Inmate 31 jabbed one of the splinters of wood deep into the shoulder of Borderland like a knife! Then, as Borderland reeled back in pain from the stabbing, Inmate reached up and nailed Borderland right below the belt with a low blow. Quickly, Inmate got back to his feet, hooked Borderland’s head, and brought him over for a snap suplex onto the rest of the broken debris of the table.
JOHNSON: ”STOP THE MATCH! BORDERLAND HAS BEEN STABBED!”
VASSA: ”T-This is definitely not for the faint of heart.”
Inmate reached underneath the ring once more, searching for whatever goodies were hidden under there, then came back out with another table! A creepy smile crossed his masked face as he began setting up the table beside of the warzone made of the last table. Borderland had no way to stop him, though, still laying on the ground with a shard of wood the length of a Slim Jim sticking out of his shoulder and even smaller splinters sticking into his back from the suplex. Inmate put one side of the table on the ring apron and one side on the barricade separating the fans from the carnage, then rolled Borderland onto it. He looked up to the turnbuckle with the same sadistic smile, then made his way up the steel stairs, and up onto the apron. There, he perched himself for a second, then launched himself off for a Moonsault! Borderland somehow rolled out of the way and Inmate missed, crashing through the table onto the floor below! The referee began checking both men!
JOHNSON: ”That’s it! I’m convinced someone is going to die in this match!”
VASSA: ”It looks like there are some parents in the crowd who may have already died from seeing this…”
Borderland, somehow still not passed out from the blood dripping down his chest, stood slowly to his feet and grabbed Inmate 31 by the head. Then, he whipped him into the steel ring post, head first, causing a loud, hollow ring to sound out in the arena. As Inmate’s head bounced off the ring post, he staggered backward in a concussed state, where Borderland leapt, grabbed his shoulders, and dropped him down onto his knees for a Spinal Tap! He rolled over onto Inmate 31 for the first pin of this brutal match.
ONE
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TWO
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THR… KICKOUT!!!
Somehow Inmate was able to get his shoulder up just before the referee’s hand slapped the padding outside of the ring. Borderland put his face into his hands, not believing that Inmate was able to kick out through all of this. Shane stood to his feet, grabbed the shard of wood still in his shoulder, and ripped it out. Blood began to flow more freely down his chest as Shane dropped to one knee in pain. He stood up after a moment’s respite, not paying attention to the fact that somehow Inmate 31 had also climbed to one knee. From Inmate’s kneeling position, he exploded out into the Fear Dot Com, ramming Borderland’s back and neck into the same steel ring post as before. Both men hit the ground in a heap.
JOHNSON: ”Is the referee seriously going to let this keep go- Finally! There are some EMTs rushing down the entrance ramp to help these two men out. This match has to be called a draw, right?”
VASSA: ”Not at all! This is what Extreme Rules are. Both men, laying on the ground in a heap, one more pouring blood the other concussed from a blow to the head! This is 4CW!”
The EMTs cautiously started to come down to see to the men, but stopped just short. The referee weren’t allowing them to see to them until the match was declared over. During the argument between the referee and the EMTs, both wrestlers had stood to their feet and were delivering a right hand into each others’ jaw, one right after the other. Finally, it was Borderland who caught the arm of Inmate, then slung him into the barricade behind him with a vicious Irish Whip. He followed closely behind, as well, so that when Inmate made contact, he was met with a clothesline to the back of the neck, knocking him clear over the barricade onto the floor below. Borderland set up the steel stairs underneath him, then reached over the barricade and picked up Inmate. He placed his dead weight onto the barricade partially, then twisted him around and landed the Infusion, with Inmate’s head bouncing off of the steel stairs! Borderland grabbed the referee by the shoulder and went for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Borderland collapsed to the ground as the referee raised his arm in victory, being immediately rushed by EMTs.
JOHNSON: ”Borderland did it! I can’t believe it! After all of these weeks, Borderland got the win over Inmate!”
VASSA: ”Damn right! He was almost broken during the process, but he got the win!”

As the scene fades in, we once again find ourselves inside Politically Incorrect’s the locker-room; but, this time, they’re sitting across the table from two masked individuals. Dustin Reeves seems to be presenting the briefcase of money as payment to the unknown men as Antoine Rage makes sure they understand what needs to be done.
RAGE: “…So, that is all we need you two to do. Nothing more, nothing less. Keep it simple.”
MASKED MAN 1: “Hey, man! We’re not slow. We got it.”
MASKED MAN 2: “This plan isn’t going to mess up my pretty face, is it?”
Antoine Rage looks over to his partner, somewhat concerned as he shakes his head and questions Dustin Reeves’ choice of “insurance policy.”
RAGE: “Are you sure they won’t screw this up?”
REEVES: “Bruh… They can’t mess this up. Impossible.”
RAGE: “I hope you’re right.”
MASKED MAN 1: “Hey… we’re still in the room…”
MASKED MAN 2: “I’m doing my own stunts, right?”
As the scene slowly fades, Antoine Rage is seen still shaking his head as Dustin Reeves begins to go over some pointers once more but we cannot make out what is said. We are then taken back to ringside.

South Beach Brawl had already been off to a hellacious start with both the opening match for the Pride Championship and the Extreme Rules match between Borderland and Inmate 31. Yes, things were already getting hotter in what some would consider the swamp ass capital of the USA, Miami and there was a lot more ahead for the fans of Four Corners Wrestling. They all chattered loudly in the arena’s silence for a moment before it was interrupted electronic notes and clapping in the beginning of “Pulses” by Karmin came pouring out the speakers.
Though it wasn’t heard as often as it had been before the people still recognized it as the theme of Ramona Epps and a moment later she came walking out on stage. The woman was still dressed in her street clothes but it was fine, she had plenty of time before her match and was here on entirely different business. She’d brought a microphone to the ring with her but didn’t immediately begin speaking after she stepped through the ropes and her music faded away. Rather she let the ire and displeasure of the crowd wash over her while she stood there for a moment and they jeered her.
JOHNSON: “And here are our 4CW fans letting Ramona know that not all of them are too particularly fond of her.”
VASSA: “I’m sure she can handle it Johnson, Ramona has that nice thick skin!”
JOHNSON: “Now that doesn’t sound disturbing in the least coming from you.”
RAMONA: “I know, get it all out. I’d rather have you making a fuss now than later on when I’m trying to concentrate and wrestle my match against Black Listed.”
There was a small pop of enthusiasm when she mentioned her opponents which cause Ramona to shake her head in confusion and dismay.
RAMONA: “Really? Ugh, never mind I’m not even touching on that mess of a subject. I’m not out here to talk about my opponents or any other match happening tonight, no I’m out here to talk about something far more important and entertaining. I’m here to talk about me and the favor I’m about to do all of you as well as 4CW!”
Again the crowd started to groan but Mona just raised her voice and soldiered on. Meanwhile she started to pace the ring in slow circles.
RAMONA: “A FAVOR that you ALL will be thanking me for come May 19th. Because that’s when a little ironically popular wrestling company known as Boardwalk Wrestling is hosting an open invitational all ladies Battle Royal. Now stuff like that usually isn’t my bag, I’ve never believed in spreading myself too thin across the wrestling scene just to try and get some cheap recognition but after everything I’ve been through lately I feel like it’s just the right thing to do.
You see that forced anger management I was made to do or risk being fined by 4CW, looking back on it now, it was for the better! It made me remember that sometimes it’s okay to do things just because they feel nice, and make other people feel nice too. That’s why I took it upon myself to sign up for Boardwalk’s battle royal, because I want everyone out there to have a reason to watch it. And better yet, I want this company to be represented by one of the best, which is clearly me!”
VASSA: “Listen to her! I for one clearly believe that she’s a changed woman. She sounds so genuine!”
The fans had no problem letting the woman know they disagreed with her. Oddly enough she just started to smile and waved a dismissive hand at them all.
JOHNSON: “If our fans would like more information on that Battle Royal or Boardwalk we more then encourage them to visit Boardwalk Wrestling’s website which is-”
VASSA: “Shut up Johnson, the woman’s trying to talk!”
RAMONA: “Oh come on now! I know on some superficial level you guys quote, unquote, ‘don’t like me’ because I’m a little rough around the edges, and maybe in the not so distant past I’ve stirred up a bit of trouble here and there but I know that you also remember when I first came to this company. I didn’t waste a single damn minute getting my hands dirty and making a name for myself, hell, I even tore the roof off in a main event with Roxi Johnson and you all chanted my name.”
JOHNSON: “Well it’s true, they did.”
RAMONA: “The fact is I don’t need to be liked because I am respected. I do work which all of you have been witness to and May 18th when I strut into Boardwalk you all know that 4CW is coming out on top of that battle royal. It doesn’t matter who they throw at me whether it’s Boardwalk’s own Mogwai Juliet Brooks, the amazing Ape Lady from GPW or HOW’s resident battered wife I’m still going to win. So let me just say one last thing and then you can all go back to shoving overpriced nachos down your meat holes. When you all see me after that, do the right thing. Thank me for making 4CW look so damn good.”
Her music picked back up and she flipped some of her hair back over her shoulder with a confident grin. The mic she had brought with her was jammed into the unsuspecting hands of a near by ring side technician after she stepped out through the ropes and hopped off the apron. With that all out of the way, Ramona was ready to prepare for war tonight and she strolled backstage with her announcement still hanging in the air.



UNDERCARD
”YOUNG” MANNIE ROMERO VS. BRENNAN DEVLIN
The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the sound system, building anticipation.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from The Commonwealth of Virginia, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. Accompanied to the ring by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he is “The Main Attraction”, “Young” MANNIE RROOMMEERROO!!!”
As Mannie and his Posse emerge to a wave of boos, Mannie and Jacinta are lead to the ring by Alec Quartermain, while being inside of an Old-School Electric Motorized Cart. Next the stage lights die down, as Mannie who is wearing his glow in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit, begins to soak in the hate. Right before a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell, which reads ‘The-Main-Attraction’ is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta step out the cart, as he then strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, awaiting for the start of the match.
JOHNSON: ”After that brutal Extreme Rules match, Young Mannie and Brennan Devlin have a lot to live up to.”
VASSA: ”Yeah, this match should definitely have less ‘being-impaled-by-a-machete-sized-shard-of-wood’, though, anything can happen.”
“King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps blared throughout the arena as Brennan Devlin strolled out onto the stage to a reaction of pure hate from the audience. The fans loudly chanted negative things in his direction as he strutted down the ramp, taunting members of the crowd rather profusely.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring, BRENNAN DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”
Just trying to get a rise out of them.. He stopped to make fun, even laugh at a few of them as he arrived into the ringside area. Once there – he hopped up onto the apron and stood there for a moment, turning to peer at the crowd. He gave them a confident, toothy grin before sliding his vest he usually wore during entrances off, and entering the ring. Once inside, he walked over to the turnbuckle and leisurely laid back against it, waiting for his opponent as his music faded and he continued to laze around.
JOHNSON: ”And here is Young Mannie’s opponent, Brennan Devlin, who is hearing it from this raucous South Beach crowd.”
Both men met in the middle of the ring, standing almost eye-to-eye. The tale of the tape of this match shows how equal in size and strength both competitors are, which leads to both men going for a hook-and-collar tie-up to begin the match. Since the competitors were of an even strength, it took a while for either of the competitors to get an advantage over the other, but, eventually the bigger Young Mannie got over-powered by Brennan Devlin. The self-proclaimed ‘Face of Wrestling’ drove Mannie all the way back into the corner with the lock-up, then, released the grip after a five count by the referee. As soon as he let the lock go, however, he landed a few knife-edged chops across the chest of Mannie, filling the arena with the sound of the slapping. After the fourth knife-edged chop, Devlin came down with an open-palm slap across the waist that caused Mannie to fall forward onto his face from the corner. Devlin, with a smug look on his face, rolled him over with his boot and placed it on his chest for the pin.
ONE
A quick kick-out after there wasn’t much resistance there covering Mannie.
JOHNSON: ”C’mon, that’s just disrespectful. I may not like Borderland or Inmate 31, but those guys just poured their hearts out in front of these fans, and here is Brennan Devlin with a shit-eating grin placing his boot on Mannie to pin him.”
VASSA: ”That’s Devlin for you.”
Devlin stood back in a relaxed position, waiting for Mannie to climb to his feet. As he did, slowly, Devlin dropped to his one knee and delivered a stiff European Uppercut, knocking Mannie onto his back with force. Mannie slowly raised his head up, trying to get his surroundings after being on the defensive end the entire match, but immediately met a running boot from Devlin, knocking him onto his back once more. Brennan dropped quickly for another pin, this time going for a more conventional, and effective, pin.
ONE
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TWO
And that’s it, only a two count. Devlin shook his head, saying a few words to the referee and making an obscene gesture his way, then, lifted Mannie up by the head and neck. Mannie didn’t take too kindly to that, however, delivering a stiff European Uppercut of his own that knocked Devlin back and off of him. Mannie got to his feet quickly, following a surge of cheers by the audience, sending quick MMA-style body punches to Devlin, driving him back into the corner. Obviously Devlin wasn’t used to such an onslaught, not able to defend most of the blows, taking a few well-placed shots into the ribs and stomach. Once into the corner, Mannie made his way to the opposite corner in a quick motion, then charged and delivered a hard lariat into the chest of Devlin. Brennan staggered forward out of the corner, then dropped comically down onto his face, then rolled over onto his back. Mannie immediately took the chance to headstand off of the turnbuckle, showing off his aerial ability, and landing a moonsault. He immediately covered Devlin for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”After a beating there in the beginning, it looks like ‘Young’ Mannie has recovered and is making strides here.”
VASSA: ”Much to the delight of the fans here in South Beach. I haven’t heard a crowd hate someone so much since before Perez Hilton was around.”
‘Young’ Mannie was showing off incredible quickness, but that was short-lived as his attempt at another high-flying move, a Diving Tornado DDT, was met with Devlin catching Mannie, then flipped him over into a bridging suplex. The referee dropped down for the count, but Mannie kicked out before he had a chance to even slap his hand down once. Both men hopped to their feet, ready to get back into action. ‘Young’ Mannie, surprisingly (given his nature) made the first move. He charged at Devlin, getting ready for what appeared to be another lariat, but was immediately met with a drop kick that sent him sprawling backwards. As Mannie tried to get up quickly, Devlin made a running attempt to try and land The Face Time, but Mannie bucked his head so that Devlin would fly off… Devlin, showing off his on incredible display of athleticism, did a back-flip through the air, landed on his feet, then spun around and connected with Mannie’s chin on a spinning heel kick. The display of aerial talent got a quick ‘OOOOH!’ from the crowd, but then they immediately went back to booing the smug Devlin who had a few choice gestures for the crowd. As Devlin was making those gestures, he didn’t pay attention to the fact that somehow he had turned his back to Mannie, who then rolled him up in a school-boy pin!
ONE
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TWO
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TH… KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”If Devlin is going to win this match, he needs to get that arrogant head into the match.”
After the kick-out from Devlin, both men again rose to their feet. Devlin made the first move after the stare down this time, charging right for Mannie. Mannie ducked underneath whatever attack Devlin had planned, then turned it into a roundhouse kick, knocking Devlin straight back into the turnbuckle. Mannie made a gesture to the fans of his own, but this time the fans responded with an amazing roar that shook the ring. Mannie made his way over to Devlin, who at this point was slouched into the corner, limp from the shot to the chin. There, Mannie began his series of slaps to begin the combination that he called Total Recall. After the series of slaps, he met Devlin with another roundhouse kick, then, ran to the opposite turnbuckle, and ran towards Devlin to connect with the final piece: a running knee. Devlin moved out of the way just in time, causing Mannie to connect with just a turnbuckle onto his knee. He grabbed his knee, limping in pain, and turned around, only to catch a Face Off from Devlin! Brennan covered Mannie for the win!
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Wow, what a finish there by Devlin to pick up the win. He dodged that final knee strike and turned it into his finisher, the Face Off. And boy, these fans are pissed off.”
POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, Brennan DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”
“King of the World” hits the sound system as the ref raises Devlin’s hand in the air for the win. Snatching it away with a cocky look on his face, Devlin walks to the edge of the ring and climbs to the outside. As he walks up the ramp receiving boos from the fans, they boos grow even louder as Perry Wallace walks out from the back and makes his way down the aisle.
JOHNSON: ”What’s Mr. Wallace doing out here?”
VASSA: ”I don’t know but him and Mannie do have history. I can only imagine he’s here to rub this loss in Mannie’s face.”
Passing by Brennan, Perry nods at him with a smile on his face but then stops and shakes hands with him. Patting him on the back, Wallace congratulates him on the win and then cuts his head back to the ring where Mannie is slowly getting up to his feet. Once at ringside, Wallace slowly climbs the steps and enters the ring. Looking at Mannie with disappointment, Wallace pulls out a mic from his pocket but gets hit with an even louder wave of boos from the fans.
VASSA: ”You would think that after all this time the fans would eventually warm up to him. He’s really not that bad of a guy.”
JOHNSON: ”I don’t dislike him but then again, I don’t speak for the fanbase.”
Wallace then raises the mic to his mouth with a smile of his face. Coughing into it, he gets the fans to quiet down a bit but as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, the boos crash down on him once more.
WALLACE: ”You can boo me all you like, what I need to say tonight mainly needs to be heard by this man in front of me right now.”
Giving the fans a few moments to get it all out of their system, Wallace stands across from Mannie, looking him dead in the eyes. Finally the boos turn to silence and Wallace raises the mic up once more to speak his mind.
WALLACE: ”Mannie, how are you doing? It’s been a good while since we’ve last spoken.”
Mannie goes to reply but as he does, Wallace quickly cuts him off before he can speak a word.
WALLACE: ”I don’t give two shits about how you’re feeling! You know I don’t like you and I know the feeling is mutual with you. We’ve bumped heads for a while now, stepped on toes. Hell, I even took your girl, if you would even call her that. It was my plan from the start, to break you down piece by piece and make you realize that you’re NOT the main attraction in 4CW.”
Mannie goes to speak up but before he can, Wallace cuts him off once more.
WALLACE: ”SAVE IT!!! I didn’t come out here to listen to you run that big mouth of yours. I came out here tonight to put you in your place. I came out here tonight to make you realize that you’re not the man you once were but hold onto so dearly. Lets face it. You don’t have it in you anymore. I don’t know where you left it, but you lost that spark you once had. To be honest… It’s rather quite embarrassing watching you get your ass handed to you each and every time you step in this ring.”
Raising his head, Mannie goes to speak again but gets cut off by Wallace with the mic.
WALLACE: ”I thought maybe, just maybe the little time off you’ve had would allow you to recharge and come back to this ring and prove me wrong. Well, I was wrong about one thing but it wasn’t the face that you’re just not what you once were. I was wrong thinking that you could turn things around and prove me wrong. It just didn’t happen.”
Eager to speak, Mannie speaks up but nothing is heard as he doesn’t have the mic in hand. A look of sadness comes over his face as the words begin to sink in.
WALLACE: ”Sshhh, just don’t say a word. All you’re going to do is make things worse. I know it. The fans know. And I know somewhere inside of you, you know that you just can’t hack it anymore. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not going to terminate what little time you have left on your contract. That would be too easy for you. I want you to come out here and embarrass yourself in front of the millions watching across the nation. That’s right! I said millions and that isn’t any thanks to you!”
“You came to 4CW with big promises but couldn’t back up a single word you said. Lets face it, you’re pathetic. We have talent by the boat load but you my friend, you’re a dime a dozen. Shhheeeeiiittt… I’ve seen John Blade get bigger pops from the crowd than you. That it factor is nonexistent in you, bro. The ship has sailed and your ass has been left behind at the port. The level of talent here has gotten deep and you’re still swimming around in the kiddie pool. I mean come on Mannie, what are…”
Before Wallace can even finish his last sentence, Mannie turns his back to him and walks to the edge of the ring. He looks over the crowd for a moment and then back to Wallace as the two lock eyes and share a moment of silence. Mannie then climbs out of the ring and towards the crowd. He then climbs over the barricade and makes his way through the fans.
WALLACE: ”Where are you going? I expected more out of you than this.”
Not paying any attention to Wallace, Mannie continues to make his way through the crowd, getting further and further away from the ring.
WALLACE: ”To hell with it! I hope you enjoy the rest of the night ladies and gents. Cut the camera backstage and let me stop holding up the show.”

The scene opens to some kind of commotion inside the locker-room of Creature Feature. As the camera pans around, we see Monster Mash and Murgatroid Smythe hovering around what seems like two masked individuals in straitjackets, somewhat sitting, somewhat leaning against the wall. They’re trying to weasel their way out of their contraptions, but to no avail. Dr. Hyde then comes into our view, a proud grin on her face.
DR. HYDE: “Great job, boys! Remove their masks. Lets see their faces and who we’re dealing with!”
As if enchanted by the Dr. Hyde’s words, Mash and Murgatroid reach out for the two masked men and in unison remove their black ski masks to reveal Eddie Stiles and Lou E. Heart-On, the tag team duo known as The Douchebags.
LOU: “Watch the face… watch the face!”
EDDIE: “We’re busted…”
Dr. Hyde squints her eyes at the two unmasked men who tried to lead a sneak attack on the Creature Feature camp but were caught red-handed and unsuspecting. Her killer instinct on, she begins her interrogation.
DR. HYDE: “Lets be honest; I have a pretty good idea where you two crawled out of. So, I’m only going to ask this once… Who sent you?”
Before the question can be answered, however; the door to the locker-room flies open with a thud as Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves bum rush through the entrance. The two members of Politically Incorrect immediately go to work on Monster Mash and Murgatroid and temporarily catch them off-guard. They quickly rebound though, as both tag team engage in a full out war with The Douchebags in their straitjackets having a front row seat to the show. As the four men continue to trade punches and brawl, officials begin to arrive on the scene and try to separate the wrestlers. They struggle for a while to hold back the bigger and seemingly stronger members of Creature Feature, but they finally succeed. Antoine Rage tries to have another go but is held back as he turns beet red and turns to his partner.
RAGE: “I told you they were the wrong people for the job…”
REEVES: “That’s why we were Plan B!”
Antoine Rage shakes his head in disappointment as some of the officials lead the two superstars of Politically Incorrect away from Creature Feature’s locker-room. Dr. Hyde meanwhile, checks on Mash and Murgatroid but the two behemoths seem to be largely unfazed by any of the events. The scene then abruptly cuts as we’re taken back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
VERONICA TAYLOR VS. XANDOR KALEL
4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I’m perfect
Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica’s Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the “stench” in the arena.
Yeah, that’s right, it’s the Superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I’m at the bar
All them people wanna try it’s like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I’m like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera “So damn first class baby”, before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.
JOHNSON: ”Always such an elaborate entrance by Veronica Taylor, who is getting ready to take on Xandor Kalel.”
VASSA: ”This might be the biggest clash of styles we see here tonight, but hey, this is 4CW. Anything is possible. I mean, we’ve already seen a man impaled by a table and a man ride out on an electric scooter.”
The theatre lights drop into total darkness. Fans light cell phones and glow sticks as the opening guitar stanzas of Steve Stern’s “Soul of a Man” begins to play.
Won’t somebody tell me, answer if you can
I want someone to tell me, what is the soul of a man?
At 0:26 when the orchestra enters the theme, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and a tall hooded figure dressed in black and red stands at the top of the ramp with his head slightly lowered. He stands there motionless as smoke begins to rise from below the ramp and the crowd gives him a mixed pop.
I’m going to ask a question, answer if you can
Will anyone here tell me, what is the soul of a man?
At 0:49 of “Soul of a Man,” when the orchestra breaks in again, the hooded figure raises his head and begins a slow ominous trek to ringside as the spotlight follows him.
I want someone to tell me, answer if you can
I want someone to tell me, what is the soul of a man?
POWERS: ”From the “City of Angels,” Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds…he is the “Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling” he is………. XANDOR KALLLLLEEEEELLLLL!”
Once at ringside, Xandor Kalel slides under the bottom rope and goes to the center of the ring. He lowers his head once more and slowly peels back the hood of his jacket to reveal a stoic, fearless expression.
I’ve traveled different countries, I’ve traveled in furthest lands
I haven’t found one to tell me, what is the soul of a man?
The Patron Saint of Wrestling slowly turns his head towards the entrance/his opponent with a cold glare behind long wet strands of hair as he removes his jacket.
JOHNSON: ”And here’s Xandor Kalel, the self-proclaimed ‘Saint’ of professional wrestling. I guess he gets the chance to prove it here tonight, going up against one of the most hated females in all of 4CW, Veronica Taylor.”
The bell sounds and Xandor towers over Veronica. It’s almost hard to believe that a foot looks like such a staggering difference, but when Xandor looked down at Veronica, you could feel how impressive his size was. Yet, Veronica didn’t seem to have a care in the world. In fact, she waited until the man towering over her made the first move, going into for a tie-up after pacing around for a moment, before she reached up and clawed the eyes of Xandor. The referee issued an immediate warning for the eye rake, but, let the match continue. As Xandor tried to go for the smaller Veronica once more, she dropped to the ground and rolled outside of the ring, an evil smirk on her face. She stood at the apron as the referee began his count to disqualify her from the match.
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Two
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Xandor stopped in the middle of the ring, crossing his arms across his chest. He was not in the mood to play games with Taylor, so he waited.
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Shortly after the count to five, Veronica rolled back underneath the bottom rope and into the ring once more. The referee waved off the count and Xandor made a stomping move towards her to grab her up off the ground, yet, Veronica rolled quickly back out of the ring. The fans began to rain boos down on Veronica and the slow pace of the match, especially following some of the intense contests already seen tonight. Xandor motioned to the referee to do something about it, but he shrugged. This was well-within the rules for Ms. Taylor to do. So, Xandor decided to take matters into his own hands. He stomped over to the ropes, reached through the ropes to grab Veronica in an attempt to pull her back into the ring from the outside. Yet, Veronica had perfectly laid a trap and Kalel had fallen straight into it. She grabbed him by the back of the head and dropped to her knees, causing him to guillotine off the second rope. He fell back into the ring, holding his ropes, and Veronica made her way back in.
JOHNSON: ”This is disgusting to watch. Veronica is using the word of the rules to her favor, and it’s gotten Xandor into a really bad situation here early on in the match.”
VASSA: ”Veronica was trying to Xandor flustered, and it look like she got exactly what she wanted.”
Veronica waited for the bigger Xandor to get to one knee, where he was holding his throat from the impact on the ropes, before she ran at Xandor and planted a running knee lift directly into his jaw. It flattened the bigger man, dropping him straight onto his back. Veronica dropped down quickly for the pin, but didn’t even get a one count before Xandor put on his display on strength. He placed one hand on her chest and one on her waist and bench-pressed her off the top of him and dropped her to the side like a bag of onions. He rose up quickly, but so did Veronica Taylor, and she connected a standing side kick to the chin of Xandor, knocking him back down. After blowing a mocking kiss towards the fans, Taylor made her way over to Xandor, only to receive a hard punch into the stomach from the big man, knocking her back.
JOHNSON: ”It looks like Xandor Kalel is tired of playing around, and is down to serious business.”
Xandor stomped his way over to Veronica, reached down to grab her by the hair, but again Veronica was faking it! She grabbed hold of his arm, wrapped her legs around, and brought him down into the Beauty Treatment Triangle Choke! Xandor, though, seemed unphased at this point in the match, and lifted Veronica up by his one arm that was wrapped up, and dropped her straight back onto the mat, knocking the air out of Veronica and causing her triangle choke to fall apart. This time, he grabbed Veronica by the hair, lifted her up, sent her into the ropes where she bounced back, and delivered a spine-tingling powerslam. The mat shook with the force of it, and the fans began to cheer and get involved. Xandor hooked Veronica’s leg and the referee dropped down.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…
NO! VERONICA’S LEG WAS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Veronica’s leg was on the bottom rope, causing the referee to break up the pin at the last second.
JOHNSON: ”Say what you will about Veronica Taylor, but that was heads-up wrestling.”
VASSA: ”This whole match has seemed like Veronica using the entire ring to her advantage, and it’s causing Xandor to lose focus.”
Xandor was indeed beginning to become frustrated with the events of the match. He, in an incredibly unlikely situation, argued with the referee again about the actions of Ms. Taylor, but the referee shook his head, obviously telling Xandor that’s not the way it is. Kalel should’ve been paying more attention to Veronica instead of the referee, because she immediately grabbed him by his long hair and dropped him back onto her knees with a hair pull backbreaker. The impact caused Xandor to roll over, holding onto his lower back in obvious pain. Veronica rolled over quickly to try and pick up a quick win!
ONE
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TWO
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THR…
NO! A kick out by Xandor left the entire crowd stunned for a moment. Everyone thought that Veronica had somehow pulled off the upset, but Xandor wasn’t going to be done in by just a backbreaker. Veronica most certainly knew that, that’s why she positioned herself behind Xandor, so they she might land her finisher, The Heart Breaker and end the match. As soon as Xandor got to his feet, she took a leap into the air, grabbed onto his shoulders, and tried to bring the big man down. Kalel was having none of it. He reached back, grabbed Veronica by the hair with both hands, and brought her full over his head and onto her back into a vicious slam that looked like some sort of suplex. She lay dazed for a minute, until she finally started to get up… But, it was too late, Xandor was already in position. As soon as she rose, she was met with the Scourge that almost broke her in half. Xandor hooked the leg quickly.
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a match! The big man somehow came out on top after being on the defensive almost the entire match!”

The scene switches to another backstage area, finding interviewer Gabriel Hartman with the new 4CW Pride Champion, Aidan Carlisle. Aidan has since had time to clean up after her match. Now in her street clothes and looking like she’s going to celebrate, the Pride Title is draped lovingly over one shoulder.
HARTMAN: “So, Aidan, tonight marked your first championship match as well as your first Super Show here in Four Corners Wrestling, and you walked away victorious with the Pride Title. How do you feel?”
Aidan’s smile only widens at the question.
AIDAN: “You know, when I stepped into the ring tonight, I knew there was no guarantee that I was going to walk away as the Champion. I know that a lot of people didn’t think I earned a contendership so soon, and for a while I was among them. I know that a lot of people didn’t think I could dethrone Lo’Renzo Porter, either. I can’t fault them for their doubts since I had my own.
“But here I am, and now the Pride Championship belongs to me. It feels… amazing. Having all of my hard work pay off so spectacularly is a sensation unlike any other. I couldn’t be happier right now.”
HARTMAN: “What were you thinking while the match was in progress?”
Aidan laughs for a moment, adjusting the belt on her shoulder.
AIDAN: “I was thinking that Flipp is one tough SOB, to be honest. He put me through the ringer tonight. I expected that, and I wanted no less. I didn’t want anyone to be able to say that it was easy for me to become the Champion, because it wasn’t. He made me work for it.”
HARTMAN: “So, what is your next step here in 4CW?”
AIDAN: “The next step? Well, Gabriel, I’d say the next step is making sure that I set a new standard for this title. I’m going to see to it that I am worthy of the name Pride Champion. I’m going to strive to bring prestige to this belt and to 4CW as a whole. I want people to be able to look at me and say, ‘That is what a Champion should be.’”
HARTMAN: “That sounds like a tall order.”
AIDAN: “It certainly is, but I promise I’m up to the task. The Pride Championship is in the right hands, and I’m going to continue to prove that to the fans, to the rest of the roster, and to the company. …Right after I go celebrate, that is.”
With another bright smile Aidan kisses her fingers and gives her fan salute to the camera.

UNDERCARD
TORNADO TAG STRAIGHT JACKET MATCH
CREATURE FEATURE VS. POLITICALLY INCORRECT
“Marching Off To Bedlam” by Napoleon XIV hits the sound system as Murgatroid walks out onto the stage wearing a straight jacket. Following behind, Dr. Formalda Hyde comes out pushing a large animal shipping crate.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first accompanied by Dr. Formalda Hyde… Murgatroid and Monster Mash, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”
Murgatroid leads the way as Hyde follows behind, pushing the crate down the entrance ramp on wheels. Once at ringside, Hyde unlocks the crate and opens the door. Monster Mash then crawls out from inside and stands straight up, releasing a scream. Murgatroid and Mash then enter the ring and walk around for a moment, taunting the referee before going to their corner and impatiently waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”These two have raised hell from the moment they stepped foot in 4CW. From their debut to the four corners tag team match three weeks ago, these guys have shaken things up in some sort of fashion.”
VASSA: ”Let’s go back to that four corners tag match with the chance to be 4CW Tag Team championship contenders on the line. Later on tonight The Black Dahlias will be facing the champs but we can only imagine if that would be different if Creature Feature didn’t pop back up at the end of that match.”
JOHNSON: ”Antoine Rage could have easily broken up that pin to put Dustin Reeves away but when you add Creature Feature into the mix, it’s just too much to handle with a match taking place.”
VASSA: ”After taking a chair shot three weeks ago, I can bet you that Antoine Rage will be looking to settle the score tonight in this tornado tag straight jacket match!”
The restless fans of 4CW explode with jeers as the first guitar riffs accompanied by the drum line of Papa Roach’s “Getting Away With Murder” begin to pump out of the PA speakers. As the music continues to blare through the sound system for a few seconds to build the crowd’s anticipation, the curtains seem to finally stir just as the first verse of the song hits the airwaves.
“SOMEWHERE BEYOND HAPPINESS AN SADNESS
I NEED TO CALCULATE WHAT CREATES MY OWN MADENSS”
As the fans nag him on, from behind the curtains and into a fog of smoke confidently steps out Antoine Rage wearing his usual black trunks with silver lettering on the back reading: “RAGE,” accompanied by black knee pads and boots of the same color. Finishing off his in-ring attire is black sports tape wrapped around each wrist. As an explosion of white lasers cut through the thick artificial fog. Antoine Rage steps through the dense smoke and flashes a sly grin at the booing fans.
“I FEEL IRRATIONAL, SO CONFROTNTAIONAL
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I’M GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER”
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring first, from the Sin City of Las Vegas, Nevada… Antoine RAGE!!!”
Antoine begins his cocky strut down the aisle, making a few calculated stops en route just to tease the fans by inching within their reach and getting into a verbal spats. As Rage reaches the ring, he heads up the steel steps and effortlessly gets inside the ring by stepping between the middle and top ropes. Taking a few quick bounces off the ropes, he casually leans on them and taunts some fans in the crowd awaiting the arrival of his partner as his theme fades and the notes to Saliva’s “Superstar” begin to blare over the PA system. The crowd explodes with a shower of thundering boos again, but the women seem to be swayed by whatever magic Dustin Reeves carries. As the curtains stir and he steps out from behind them. The riffs and drums explode over the sound system to the colorful display of lasers as Dustin Reeves’ entrance video flashes on the big screen. Huge grin on his face, he flips off the fans and takes in their reaction with a chuckle.
“NOW HAS COME THE DAY THAT I TAKE THE LEAD AND I MAKE YOU FOLLOW…
TOAST THE CHAMPION ‘CAUSE I CAME FROM GREED AND NOT TOMORROW…”
POWERS: ”…And his partner, from Hollywood, California, “The Superstar”, Dustin REEVES!!!”
As the song continues to play, smoke from the smoke machines swallows up Dustin’s feet as he begins to trek down the aisle and towards the ring. The women in the crowd that are close by try to grab for him but he just teases them further by not letting them touch him. He runs down the last few feet and jumps onto the apron; leaning against the ropes he taunts some fans in the crowd before flipping over the top rope and into the ring.
“AND OF ALL MY PILLS AND ALL OF MY DRINKS IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…
ALL THAT I FEEL AND ALL THAT I SEE IS MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME, MAKIN’ ME…”
Running up to each turnbuckle of the 4CW ring one by one, Dustin Reeves acrobatically hops on to the middle ropes and raises he right arm as in victory, as the fans shower him with boos each time before hopping back down. Making his way to the center of the ring while slapping a high five with a reluctant Antoine Rage, he mouths something off to the referee, as the two await the beginning of the match.
JOHNSON: ”There they are, Politically Incorrect!”
VASSA: ”So let me get this straight. The only way to win this match will be to strap another member of the opposing team in a straight jacket?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s right, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”And this is a tornado tag team match with all four men in the ring at the same time?”
JOHNSON: ”Correct.”
VASSA: ”And there are no rules at all in this match up?”
JOHNSON: ”I know it sounds crazy but you are right again. With Creature Feature escaping the looney bin, this match suits them perfectly.”
VASSA: ”Locking them away in the basement and throwing away the key seems more suiting to me.”
JOHNSON: ”Rage and Reeves will look to settle the score somehow so there’s no telling where Creature Feature will end up.”
VASSA: ”That all sounds good to me. Enough with the chit-chat. Lets get this thing underway!”
Standing in the center of the ring with a black pullover on, the ref checks with each corner as they talk amongst themselves. He then gets the okay from each wrestler before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Mash quickly bolts out of the corner like the mad man he is and rushes Rage and Reeves across the ring. Before he can even get close, Rage and Reeves comes at him locked and loaded with punches. Stopping Mash in his tracks, the two both connect with punches to both sides of his head. Reeves then drop kicks Mash in the knee, taking it out from under him and dropping him down to it. Rage then runs to the center of the ring and meet Murg and the two big men square off, exchanging punches but not letting up. Murg then rings his bell with a thunderous right hand, standing him straight up and stunned. Grabbing Rage by the head, Murg pulls Rage closer and then bites him across the bridge of the nose. He then digs his thumb into Rage’s eye before slamming him down, smacking his head against the canvas.
In the corner, Reeves still has Mash down on the mat, quickly working over his entire body with kicks and stomps. After landing a stinging kick to the side of the ribs, Reeves then goes to stomp on his chest but is in for a surprise as Mash grabs his foot with both hands. Reeves tries to pull himself away but can’t as Mash refuses to let go. Using his strength, Mash pulls Reeves down and slams him against the mat. He then crawls on top of him and uses his weight to hold him down. With his massive hands, Mash begins to throw wild punches, connecting with crushing body blows. He then grabs Reeves by the head and slams his forward, connecting with a massive headbutt.
Back to the center of the ring, Murg slowly pulls Rage up to his feet. He then wraps both hands around Rage’s neck and begins to choke him. Rage grabs onto Murg and tries to rip his arms away from his throat but can’t. Rage then clinches his fist and begins to throw rights into the side of Murg’s head, one after the other. With his grip still on tightly, Murg continues to choke Rage as his face grows bright red. Rage then begins to throw punches with both hands to each side of Murg’s head but still nothing. In a last desperation attempt, Rage grabs Murg by the biceps and pulls him in closer while still getting choked. He then wraps his arms around him and with what little energy he has left in the tank, he lifts Murg up and slams him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, breaking the choke hold.
JOHNSON: ”I didn’t think Antoine was going to ever get out of that chokehold.”
VASSA: ”I was expecting him to drop at any moment but he just wouldn’t go down.”
JOHNSON: ”He better catch his breath quick because Murgatroid is already getting back to his feet.”
5 MINUTES LATER
VASSA: ”Reeves better do something to because I wouldn’t want to be where he’s at right now.”
Sitting on top of the turnbuckle, Reeves in hunched over with Mash standing underneath. Swinging up, Mash connects with a hard right to the jaw, sending Reeves head flying back. Losing his balance, Reeves begins to fall backwards but doesn’t get far as Mash grabs his arm and jerks him back. Swinging blindly, Reeves hits Mash with a punch over the top of the head, followed by another and another. After gaining his focus, Reeves then swats Mash’s hands away and then kicks both feet up, driving them into his face. Pushing himself up and standing on the top ropes, Reeves jumps towards Mash and knocks him to the canvas with a flying clothesline.
Across the ring, Murg has Rage by the head and runs to the corner with him. Getting close, Murg throws Rage to the corner with force. Rage slams against the corner with his chest and bounces off backwards. Before he can go down, Murg then hits him over the top of the shoulders with a lariat, knocking him forward, crashing into the corner once more. Murg then quickly climbs through the ropes to the outside and approaches a table set up with the straight jacket resting on top. He grabs it with one hand, looking down at it with a smile across his face. He then walks to the announcers booth and grabs an empty steel chair. Folding it up, he then turns to the ring only to notice Reeves on the other side, helping Rage get back up.
With their backs turned to him, Murg quickly slides into the ring beside Mash. He looks down at him for a moment as he stands to his feet but then looks ahead at the enemies. Dropping the straight jacket to the mat, Murg grabs the chair with his other hand and then raises it above his head. Slamming it down with force, the sound grabs Reeves and Rage’s attention. They both turn to look at him with a surprise on his face. Murg then begins to yell across the ring as they both look back at him, thinking of how they’re going to handle the situation.
VASSA: ”How are they going to play this now? Murgatroid has a chair and there’s nothing the ref can do about it.”
JOHNSON: ”If that wasn’t bad enough, Monster Mash is just now getting to his feet as well.”
VASSA: ”Great, two mad men and one has a chair to play with. This can’t be good for Politically Incorrect.”
Murg then rushes across the ring while raises the chair above his head. Once close, he swings down with it but both Rage and Reeves move out of the way as the chair comes slamming down on top of the turnbuckle. Both then begin to punch Murg in the back over and over, working together, trying to take the big man down. From across the ring, Mash runs over and pulls Dustin away. Throwing him across the ring to the canvas, he then grabs Rage by the shoulder and spins him around. As Rage turns around, he throws a punch and connects, crushing Mash’s nose with power. Rage then throws another and knocks Mash back a couple of steps.
Back to his feet, Reeves rushes in behind Murg who has yet to turn around. he punches him over and over in the back of the head but then gets caught out guard as Murg throws an elbow backwards and hits him right in the mouth. Turning around quickly, Murg then kicks his foot up and plants it into Reeves chest, sending him rolling across the ring. Murg then looks over at Mash who is taking a beating by the hands of Rage. With a delayed reaction, he finally snaps out of he as anger comes over him. Raising the chair up, Murg then runs full speed at Rage. As he swings the chair, Reeves runs by in an instant and tackles Rage, moving him out of the way from the devastating slow. As Murg continues to come down with the chair…
CCRRAACCKK
… he smashes it on top of Mash’s head. Mash wobbles back and forth for a moment as Murg pulls the chair away from him and looks in disbelief by the mistake made. He quickly reaches out to help Mash but is too late, Mash falls backwards and hits the mat with a thud. Murg continues to look down at him, wasting precious time. Then out of nowhere, Reeves blindsides him with a dropkick to the knee. Falling down to it, Murg manages to keep from going to the mat. Reeves then snatches the chair away from him and begins to wave it around as the crowd goes wild. From the side, Rage tries to break his jaw with a stiff punch. Just as he pulls his hand back, Reeves then swings downward and hits him over the head with the chair.
CCRRAACCKK
JOHNSON: ”That’ll do it!”
VASSA: ”Who knows, maybe Reeves knocked some sense into this crazy beast.”
Before Murg can fall forward to his stomach, Rage grabs him by the arm and drags him up to his feet. he then lifts him up and holds him by his side as he looks over to Reeves and gives him the nod. Reeves then drops the chair and hops over Mash. Climbing the corner, he gets to the top and then turns back to face Rage with Murg at his side.Rage then lifts him up slightly and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker as Reeves jumps into the air. Bouncing off Rage’s knee, Murg hits the mat on his back but as he does, Reeves comes down with a double foot stomp to the face.
VASSA: ”DDAAMMNN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Flash Photography!”
Rage then walks over to the straight jacket lying on the canvas and picks it up. He tosses it over to Reeves who stands by Mash, still out cold from the chair shot. Rage then lifts Mash up to a sitting position and then two begin to put the straight jacket on him. Getting the arms into the sleeves, they then strap the back. Halfway there, they then cross his arms and do the straps of the sleeves to the back, securing Monster Mash inside of the straight jacket.
The ref quickly comes in to check the straight jacket and verify it has been secured. Once he does, he quickly throws his arm in the air and calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: ”That’s a… WRAP!!!”
JOHNSON: ”After a violent match, Politically Incorrect has won the match and put Creature Feature in their rightful place.”
Standing to their feet, Rage and Reeves look at each other in silence as the sounds of the crowd fill the amphitheater. The ref then stands in between them and grabs each by the arm, raising it into the air.
POWERS: ”And the winners… Politically IN-CCOORRRRRRRREECCTT!!!”



We come back inside the Klipsch Amphitheater in Miami, Florida where the fans are packed in their seats ready for more 4 Corners Wrestling action here at South Beach Brawl. The camera pans around the crowd showing off people waving their various signs in the air hoping that they get on television. The camera comes to a stop at the announcers table where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa are ready to call the action.
JOHNSON: ”Welcome back here to Miami, Florida and South Beach Brawl ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a hell of a show so far and we have much more the come like the 4CW World Tag Team Championship match where the Black Dahlias taking on the Champions in Blacklisted.”
VASSA: ”I might not know much but I have a feeling tonight we’re going to see what some would call an upset but I’m calling it right here. Ramona and Sativa are going to walk out of Miami, Florida with those belts around their waists.”
JOHNSON: ”Not to mention the main event where Jair Hopkins will be putting the 4CW Championship on the line against Connor Gates and Jason Cashe. It’ll be a tall task for Jair Hopkins to walk out of this match the same way he walked into it and that’s with the 4CW Championship around his waist.”
VASSA: ”Jair has been on an absolute roll since becoming the 4CW Champion but Jason Cashe has been hot on his tail trying to regain the Championship belt that he lost. Will he be able to do it and crown himself the King of 4CW once again or will he fail and be known as a choke artist?”
JOHNSON: ”One way or another it’s going to be a hell of a show ladies and gentlemen but up next we have…”
Sudden the lights in the Klipsch Amphitheater go out and the crowd begins buzzing. The big screen lights up as the sound of “(S)aint by Marilyn Manson fills the Amphitheater. The crowd stands on their feet and begins booing loudly as the HOW World Tag Team Champions known as Ascended Supremacy make their way out on stage.
VASSA: ”What in the hell are these two doing out here tonight?”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve been hearing for weeks now how Jason P. Davidson had planned on being here tonight at South Brawl Brawl since it’s in his backyard here in Miami but I thought it would be as a fan not as someone that was coming out here to interrupt the show.”
Jason and Tara stand on stage looking out at the crowd clearly showing their disapproval for the High Octane Wrestling duo. However you couldn’t scrub the smile of Jason and Tara’s faces with sandpaper as they stand there holding the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts over their shoulders. Jason and Tara make their way down the ramp towards the ringside area. Both members of Ascended Supremacy grab a couple of microphones as they head up the steel ring steps and enter the ring. Both stand in the middle of the ring looking out at the crowd as their music dies down.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Some of you might know who we are and then again some of you might not have any clue. However the one thing you all have in common is that you have no idea why we’re here.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”We’re here because we heard that 4CW houses some of the best wrestling talent from around the globe. From big German monsters, to sadistic Butchers, to everything in-between. We heard that if you’re looking for a fight, That if you’re looking for competition then this is the place to be.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”And it just so happens that tonight we’ve come here looking for a fight.”
The crowd boo’s loudly before suddenly a 4CW chant breaks out across the Amphitheater.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”You might not know who we are but we certainly know exactly who you are 4CW. We know a good deal about you and some of your so called talent which is why we came here to South Beach Brawl tonight.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”Consider this as a reunion of sorts because tonight we came here to meet up with our good friend Kirsta Lewis. We came here to see a man that used to be a member of Ascended Supremacy before we kicked him to the curb in Griffin Hawkins.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Damn I can’t wait to sit back and watch him fail to win the 4CW Extreme Championship belt yet again. Going to be the highlight of my night, just saying.”
The crowd boo’s once again as Jason and Tara laugh mockingly about 4CW’s resident Rock Soldier.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”We also came here to see talent we hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting before. However we didn’t just come here to shake their hands or pat them on the ass. We came here to conquer 4CW.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”Together my husband and I are the greatest tag team to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring. We’ve made it our mission to travel from federation to federation proving exactly there is no one out there better than Ascended Supremacy. It just so happens that 4CW was the next stop on our journey.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”That’s why soon, very soon you will see Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson competing here in 4CW. Maybe you’ll see us go against someone like Inmate 31 and show the world that he’s more 32 flavors of prison prolapsed asshole than he is a professional wrestler.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”Maybe we’ll go and kick Lo’renzo Porter in his head so hard that he’ll start speaking English instead of ebonics. But don’t worry we won’t change too much about him, I mean we don’t want to confuse the government to the point they take away his EBT card.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Or maybe we’ll debut on Fistful of Friday and give Marisol Hawkes something legitimate to really be a victim about. She’s such a special little snowflake, I wouldn’t want to do anything to upset her and make her cry on Twitter. Then again, when you’re dumped on social media by Griffin Hawkins then there really isn’t anything more that I can do to make her life a living hell now is there?”
Tara shakes her head no as the crowd continues to show their displeasure with Ascended Supremacy.
TARA DAVIDSON: ”It might be possible that we just shoot up to the top of the ladder and give a helping hand to Jason Cashe and the teeth that still remain in his skull. You know, help them find the place that the two front ones have wandered off to and reunite the family.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Sadly Perry Wallace has made us agree not to put our hands on any 4CW star here tonight. Something about how he wants his stars to shine here tonight at South Beach Brawl so enjoy the time have left before Ascended Supremacy debuts and dominates each and every single one of you.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”However that doesn’t mean we came all the way here for nothing. No, you see there is a certain someone that we’ve yet to mention. Someone’s that caught our eye and something that we want to help our before they have their big match here tonight.”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”That person goes by the name of Ramona Lee Epps.”
The crowd erupts at the sound of Ramona’s name but Jason waves his hand to get them to calm down so that he can finish.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Later tonight Ramona has a shot to win the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts but I’ve heard through the grapevine that she isn’t as confident as she should be heading into this match. That maybe the Black Dahlias are doubting themselves as they try to finally capture those belts from the team known as Blacklisted.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”As the current HOW World Tag Team Champions and future Boardwalk Wrestling World Tag Team Champions we felt like it was our duty to come here and give Ramona some words of encouragement,”
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”You might not like us but that doesn’t mean we’re not nice people. We came all the way here to take time out of our busy schedules to let Ramona come down to the ring and touch our World Tag Team Championship belts. I mean honestly we both know it’s as close as she’s going to get to putting her hands on Tag Team Championship gold.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”So Ramona Lee Epps even though you were out here earlier tonight. Why don’t you come on down to the ring right now and join a couple of real winners?”
For a second time tonight “Pulses” played through the arena while the first time Ramona hadn’t been welcomed too warmly this time the crowd seemed a bit more accepting of her. It was likely a case of her being the devil that they know, compared to the newcomers Tara and Jason. Unlike earlier Ramona now was dressed to wrestle in a pair of cut off jean shorts and faded ‘Black Flag’ tank top, her long dark hair pulled into a ponytail. She stood away from the ring eyeing the two up before lifting the microphone in her hand to speak into.
RAMONA: “I’m sorry guys, I think you took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. This isn’t ACE! Did you think because you follow a few folks here in 4CW on twitter you could come in and steal the show?”
There was a fair bit of chuckling from all the smart marks in the audience at what Mona had to say as she took the several ring steps into the ring with ease and ducked between the bottom and middle rope. Now she was standing just a few feet away from the two individuals who’d called her out here. The camera wouldn’t catch it, but up close she did eye their belts with a bit of envy.
RAMONA: “Jace, Tara, you two are right about one thing though and that’s that you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting me before so I’m going to give you two a little bit to soak in this moment. And believe me the pleasure is all yours. I could be insulting and lie, both are things which I do very well mind you, and say I’ve never heard of you two or HOW but I have. I remember talk of you and yours ruffling quite a few feathers not so long ago over some failed cross-promotion between our companies that never really got off the ground.
By all means it looks like you’ve done well for yourself since then, I mean you’ve got those big belts on your shoulders you sure do look proud of yourself for winning. Jace I hear that you’re doing stuff in Boardwalk so remind me later and I’ll give you a cookie for that. Tara, talk to me later and I’ll slip you a card from my anger counselor, I’m sure he can get you into a women’s shelter before I beat you up myself in that Battle Royal but other than that I’m not sure what else I can do for you two. I know you think your achievements elsewhere are supposed to impress me and these half-baked Floridians tonight, but all I’m seeing are a couple of attention whores standing in my ring begging for someone to throw them a bone.
But like I said earlier tonight I’m trying to do a few more nice things for others here and there. You’ve got my attention, how about letting me touch one of those belts like you said. I want to make sure they’re not as hollow as a chocolate Easter bunny.”
Jason and Tara look at each other both rather annoyed by Ramona’s smug remarks but both decide to just laugh it off as part of Ramona’s award winning charm that has chased off so many newcomers to 4CW.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”She’s so funny and humorous really. I never thought that someone that was employed by this ragtag group of pot smoking hippies and misfit toys could actually put two coherent thoughts together.”
TARA DAVIDSON: ”Don’t give her too much credit now. I think it was very stupid on her behalf to come down here and think she can run her mouth off about us without suffering the consequences.”
Tara has nothing but a look on determination on her face and bad intentions flowing through her veins as she takes a step towards Ramona but Jason gets in-between the two ladies to prevent anything from happening.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”Settle down you know we agreed we wouldn’t put our hands on anyone here tonight. Besides would you want to really ruin what would be her last chance at the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts?”
Tara crosses her arms over her chest but eventually just shakes her head no as Ramona places her hands on her hips not at all impressed with the two outsiders in front of her.
JASON P. DAVIDSON: ”See look at it more like its just her way of saying hello. She’s like a cute little dog that knows how to dance up on her hind legs for a treat. And speaking of treats here is yours Ramona.”
Jason takes his HOW World Tag Team Championship belt off of his shoulder and hands it over to Ramona who seemed skeptical about taking it but then changed her mind. She adjusted the mic in her hands so that she could hold the item, lifting it up and down a bit to test it’s weight.
RAMONA: “Wow that’s got some heft. I’d say this weighs about what … One? Two of Tara’s ass worth? No no, really I’m kidding hun. You barely have an ass, don’t flatter yourself Miss Pancakes.”
Clearly Ramona’s remarks seemed to inflame the already riled up Tara. Still Jace was there to keep the ladies separated while 4CW’s native Mona laughed at the reaction. Afterwards she flipped the belt over and looked at the back of it, the leather portion on the backside of the actual front plate.
RAMONA: “Oh do you see that here?”
She brought her face a bit closer to the belt, squinting as if trying to make something else.
RAMONA: “Sorry bro, looks like you’ve got a knock off on your hand. Looks like it says ‘Made In China, Holds No Real Monetary Value.’ Hah, more like holds no real value at all. Am I right? I’ll admit it though, it’s a very nice imitation.”
She pushed the belt back into Jace’s chest with a smirk on her face. However Tara has had enough and she takes her own half of the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts and shoves it into Jason’s chest also. Tara takes another step forward towards Ramona and gets right up into her face.
TARA DAVIDSON: ”You think you can come out here and make a mockery of us and our World Tag Team Championship belts? You, who hasn’t held Championship gold around her waist in how long now? Green with envy isn’t a good look on you Ramona but since you want to come out here and fashion yourself as a comedian. Then I think I should say fuck the agreement we made with Perry and I remind you of exactly why you’re the laughing stock of the 4CW tag team division.”
RAMONA: “Considering this is my company and my ring you’re standing in, yeah I think I can do any god damn thing I want and there’s nothing you can do about it. The fact you two hold those belts makes a mockery of them already. Besides this all seems sort of like that’s your thing though isn’t it? Standing around helpless and getting shit on by better wrestlers than you. I am curious though Tara, can you even stand up for yourself?”
The answer came in the form of a slap hard across Ramona’s face delivered by Tara who put quite an impact behind it. The crowd erupted ready to see some action as Mona responded by throwing Tara to the ground after. She was ready to further attack the HOW World champion but Jason made the save, pulling Tara out of the ring right before Mona was about to stomp on the woman’s ribs. Jason lifts Tara up over his shoulder and takes her back up to the ramp kicking and screaming as Ramona just laughs inside of the ring as we move to the backstage area of the Amphitheater.

As the camera comes backstage and strolls down the hallway some, the faint sound of grunts and moans can be heard coming from the inside of a Locker Room. From around the corner comes one half of the Tag Champions, Royce Griffin and he stops the moment he hears the moaning. Quickly he heads at the door where the sounds are coming from. He doesn’t bother knocking as he opens the door and enters. Again he stops as he stares inside..
ROYCE: ”What the hell!?”
There before him was his Sister, Demi bent over in some Yoga like stretch and behind her, right up against her backside was the Former 4CW Champion, Jason Cashe. Royce steps inside the room and shuts the door behind him shaking his head in disappointment.
ROYCE: ”I don’t like this at ALL! Demi I don’t usually give a damn who you mingle with but CASHE!?! Come on…”
The yoga stops, Cashe drops at the jaw like he offended by Royce’s comments. It’s Demi though who stands up and approaches her brother to defend the situation.
DEMI: ”Leave it alone Royce..Like you said, it’s none of your business. The only thing that concerns you is defending our titles. Worry about that!”
ROYCE: ”I’m not worried, Sativa and Ramona keep trying to dial our number but their off a few digits. Why Cashe? He’s dirty and well just LOOK at him!?! That hair!!”
After grabbing a hand towel to wipe off his sweat, Jason Cashe finally responds after being insulted enough.
CASHE: ”There is more to offer than just looks. Take your belts for instances..They’re UGLY as shit! But you want to keep them don’t you? Worry less about me man, I’m not here to cause a rift or an issue.”
ROYCE: ”You ugly as shit to. But why? Why my Sister? If you say some slily shit about her looks….”
Cashe grins almost letting out a laugh as his eyes travel to the backside of Demi as if debating on if it was his reason but it wasn’t. His eyes come back to meet Royce’s and he informs him as to why.
CASHE: ”It’s both her beauty and that booty, I ain’t gonna lie!”
ROYCE: ”You piece of shit!”
Racing across the room, Royce charges at Cashe but Demi steps in between the two and presses a hand to Royce’s chest. Royce shoves her aside and Cashe explodes at Royce and the two get right up into each others face. The tension thickens.
DEMI: ”Stop! Do either of you want to risk our matches tonight over this small crap? Think!”
Taking his eyes off Royce, Cashe looks over at Demi and their eyes meet. He nods slowly and pats Royce on the side arm before stepping back to give the man some distance.
CASHE: ”You right Dem. Ya’ll go out there and keep them straps, I’ma work on reclaiming mine.”
ROYCE: ”Yeah…probably for the best. I’d hate to ruin the Main Event for the show..”
After leaning in to kiss Demi on the cheek, Cashe pulls back to Royce with a smile on his face. Royce adjusts the Tag Title on his shoulder and returns the smiling grin that Cashe is giving him.
CASHE: ”Sure. It’s whatever my dude! Keep that confidence though. I’ll hit you up later Dem, wreck shit out there ya hear? Stretch them bitches out like wet towels left to dry. Royce…”
Nodding to Royce before side stepping and moving past him, Cashe reaches the locker room door and pulls it open. Demi shaking her head at her brother heads to get ready for her upcoming Tag Title match as the scene jumps back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
FELICITY BANKS VS. KIRSTA LEWIS
“Can you feel that…?”
“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd erupting in a mixed reaction as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There’s still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until they’re off. The sparklers are still visible as a spotlight illuminates the top of ramp.
“Can you feel that…?”
The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the “True Queen B of Pro Wrestling” comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and a blowpop in her mouth. She looks disinterested as she pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the “Queen B” writing on the back of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and stares them down before she glances around the entire arena. She walks up the steps and into the ring.
POWERS: “This match is for one fall … Introducing first to the ring, by way of Jersey City, New Jersey … “The Queen B” Felicity Banks!!!”
Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her to which some oblige and others don’t.
She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the turnbuckle pads until she was fully seated on the mat, seeming disinterested as she patiently waits for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: “The Queen, Miss Felicity Banks, ever-so confident as she gets herself ready for a hell of a shodwn in a few moments. Felicity has the chance to take down an elite name in Kirsta Lewis.”
VASSA: “That Hellcat is going to come out charging and she is going to teach Felicity a lesson. Felicity has been unstoppable. She’s going to meet her match here tonight. Kirsta is ready to continue to add more W’s to her legacy. Restake her claim as one of the best in the industry.”
JOHNSON: “I will agree that the fire is still there in Kirsta, just that she’s going to struggle when it comes Felicity here. She’s been on fire!”
POWERS: “Introducing the challenger, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida … She is “The Hellcat” Kirsta Lewis!!!”
A loud roar of a big cat can be heard over the speakers before Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry begins to play. The Hellcat Kirsta Lewis appears and she removes the chain from around her waist and starts to swing it back and forth showing off her ability to use it when needed. She lays it then across her shoulders as she makes her way down to the ring. At ring side she pauses a few moments sizing up the crowd and taking in all the hate thrown her way. She tosses her hair from side to side before mounting the steps and slipping through the ropes.
VASSA: “Talking about fire are we? Kirsta will be the one to put it out. Felicity has opened that gap one too many and now Kirsta is going to show her why she was given that nickname.”
JOHNSON: “Nevertheless, these two ladies are going to put on a great match for us all tonight.”
VASSA: “Maybe a wardrobe malfunction somewhere, that’d be cool add-in.”
JOHNSON: “Ugh…Let’s just get this match underway!”
DING!!! DING!!!
The bell rings and all is a go as Felicity Banks and Kirsta Lewis come out of their corners, staring each other down. The two circle briefly, trying to grab and gain the early advantage but neither seeks. Again they tried as this time they finally clashed, tied up, both fighting for the advantage. Felicity delivers a gut kick as she not only breaks the tie-up but gains a small advantage. Grabbing Kirsta by her head, she tries for a headlock. Only on for a few seconds before Kirsta pushes Felicity off of her. Immediately, Kirsta Lewis grabs a handful of Felicity’s hair as she uses it to take Banks down, back of her head first. Kirsta points and yells towards Felicity as the fans boo Kirsta.
JOHNSON: “Out of the gates, Kirsta looking to make this a bad night for Felicity.”
VASSA: “Kirsta is going to simply “bully” Felicity here tonight. Shutting that smart mouth up of Felicity’s.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not get too crazy, we got a whole lotta’ match left here!”
Kirsta grabs Felicity by the hair as she backhands her a few times across her face, each one echoing through the theatre. Felicity stood a bit stunned but she seconds later got turned upside down with a clothesline. Kirsta on an early run, grabs Felicity and hauls her up, looking for a vertical suplex but Felicity wiggles her way down, dropping down behind Lewis as she in turn lifts Kirsta up for what was a back angle suplex. Felicity got back up immediately as she looked to take over. Felicity brought Kirsta back up to her feet as she drove in a few knees to Kirsta’s midsection. Letting her go for the moment, Felicity delivers a spin kick, again catching Kirsta in the gut as she staggers back. Banks returns the earlier slap from Kirsta back onto her as the intensity of the slap left Kirsta a bit red-faced on the left side. “The Queen B” leaped up and landed a flush Enziguri kick across the right side of Kirsta, catching her on both sides. Kirsta fell to the mat after that Enziguri as Felicity went quickly for the early cover.
JOHNSON: “Felicity back on top just like that as she has Kirsta down.”
ONE
Felicity broke the count herself as she knew Kirsta was going to kick out there. Felicity transitioned herself into a mounted position on Kirsta before delivering elbows to the face of Lewis. About five slashing elbows landed before Kirsta was able to pause Banks’s motion in landing another shot as Kirsta pushed Felicity to the side. Felicity was back up and was after Kirsta as she got her hands back on Kirsta. This time, Felicity launches Kirsta into the opposite corner. Kirsta clutches for her back as she felt it upon collision. Felicity took off with speed as she delivered one hell of an elbow as Kirsta dropped, taking a seat in the corner, out of it. Felicity placed both her feet on Kirsta and her neck as she pressed down hard. The ref counted.
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JOHNSON: “That close from being DQ’d! She made sure to use up every second!”
VASSA: “Felicity does have a serious mean streak, aggressive-style. Felicity looking to make me eat my own words with what she’s doing.”
Half-second away from being DQ’d, Felicity used every second she could before letting off. Kirsta immediately grabbed her throat, trying to quickly soothe the pain but while that seemed fine, she didn’t get much time to do it as Felicity had grabbed Kirsta by her feet, dragging her out. Felicity went to climb the top turnbuckle looking to deliver another crushing blow, but by the time she reached and was about to take flight, Kirsta smartly rolled out of distance of Felicity, forcing her to descend back down. Kirsta slowly used the ropes as she got back to her feet in time to catch Felicity with a boot to her gut. Felicity backpedaled a few steps as Kirsta picked Felicity up and slammed her down on her back with a body slam. Kirsta walked a circle around Felicity, coming back to her side as she drove her right boot down onto her chest. Another one came down as Felicity rolled over, exposing her back. Kirsta once again with another boot, this time right in the middle of the back as she kept it there. She grabbed Felicity’s hair, pulling back on it, intentions of trying to rip it right out of her scalp. You can hear her scream as Kirsta smiles with pleasure. The referee intervenes, breaking up the illegal hold.
VASSA: ”The Hellcat is back on top and she is returning the favor with the ferocity. That’s real hair for sure, but Kirsta’s trying to make her bald in one spot.”
JOHNSON: ”Glad the ref did his job, breaking up that illegal move there by Kirsta Lewis!”
Felicity held her head as she remained on the mat after that excruciating segment of pain from Lewis. Banks though, got herself up and onto her feet. Kirsta stood in front of her as Banks clinched onto Kirsta’s legs. Kirsta grabbed her and set her up in position for what was her trademark “The Money Shot”. She got it off successfully, dropping Felicity face-first. Rolling her over, Kirsta went for the cover.
JOHNSON: “The Hellcat with her signature “The Money Shot” dropping Banks cold. Could be it here!”
VASSA: “She wasted no time pulling that trigger either, right on the money!”
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “So CLOSE … a second away. Felicity is still in it though!”
VASSA: “Well if I were here, I’d be aware of what is about to come next!”
Felicity, clearly woozy from that signature shot from Kirsta slowly finds her way as she takes her time to get to her feet. Kirsta on the other hand is wearing a grin on her face as she saw Felicity up, she just was waiting for her to turn around as her foot was lightly ‘tapping’ the canvas. Felicity does turn and in the instance of her turning, Kirsta comes out with her “Hell’s Bitch Kick” but found nothing but air as Felicity somehow managed to swiftly dodge danger. Kirsta was now off balance as Felicity shoved Kirsta into the ropes only for Kirsta to go through the middle ropes and crash hard to the outside as the fans reacted to the hard “thump”. Felicity casually walked around as she took the time to catch her breathe.
JOHNSON: “You have to hope and wonder if Kirsta Lewis is alright. That was an incredibly hard fall. She hasn’t made much movement.”
VASSA: “She’s got a ten count to get herself back up. She’s taken harder falls in her time in the ring, she’s fine.”
JOHNSON: “Looks like otherwise to me.”
Kirsta did progress with her movement as she was still on the ground. Kirsta crawled in position towards the ring apron, grabbing it, using it to pull her up. On her knees, she pushed the rest of herself up as she was now back on her feet … but it wasn’t for long as Felicity had bounced off the ropes and in sliding fashion, connected with a baseball slide that she transitioned into a headscissors at the last second making the crowd go “Ooh!” Felicity was back up as she grabbed Kirsta by her hair and slinging her back into the ring. She followed from behind, rolling Kirsta over for the cover.
JOHNSON: “Felicity with the baseball slide slash headscissors on Kirsta Lewis. She got a chance to put it away right here!”
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VASSA: “The Hellcat still got alot of fight left. Don’t count her out just yet!”
JOHNSON: “It’s been back and forth the entire time except for the last few minutes, it’s been all Felicity!”
Kirsta kicking out only made Felicity more ticked off. Felicity, slapping the mat, got up as she seemed to mumble something to herself. She rushes back over to Kirsta where she leans down to grab Kirsta’s head as she bangs it into the canvas multiple times before the ref jumps in. Getting off, she takes in a deep breathe as she goes and bounces off the ropes. She leaps and drops a hellacious knee drop before doing a handstand, stalling for a few seconds to which she drops both knees down onto Kirsta’s face. Felicity pops off as she throws her arms in the air with such flair, completing her trademark “QueeKnee 2.0”. Kirsta grabbed her face as Felicity did her best to squish her face like a pancake. Felicity slouched in the corner as she rolled down her kneepad on her right leg. The ref went to check on Kirsta as he moments later had backed off as she was okay. Kirsta slowly went to sit upright as she looked to get up.
JOHNSON: “Kirsta might just want to lookout!”
VASSA: “Oh boy, the face!”
On cue, Felicity rushed out of the corner and with all her energy drove her right knee right into the face of Kirsta Lewis with “Off With Your Head”, the amount of blunt force delivered was lights out as the fans of Felicity Banks cheered loudly as she dropped down on top of Lewis for the cover…
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “Well Felicity backed those words up well. She delivered, putting on a hell of a show.”
JOHNSON: “Both women pulled out all the stops to achieve victory but Felicity got the better of the Hellcat. Great match!”
POWERS: ”Your winner by pinfall, Felicity BBAANNKKSS!!!”

The cameras fade in to one of the backstage dressing rooms. A red-headed woman in a white ruffled sleeveless blouse, black pencil skirt, and leopard heels stands next to someone’s duffle bag, her back to the camera. She is holding a yellow envelope in her left hand. The sound of the door opening makes her turn around and you can hear the Miami crowd give a sizable pop. The red-head is former women’s wrestling star turned talent agent, Amanda Cooper. The person walking into the dressing room is the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, Xandor Kalel. The pop grows louder. The Patron Saint is still in his wrestling gear after his match with Veronica Taylor. Amanda gives Xandor a quick embrace before showing him the yellow envelope.
COOPER: ”These are the annulment papers your attorney faxed over to my hotel to dissolve your marriage to Alexis.”
Xandor takes the envelope and pulls the papers out to look over them. Amanda gingerly interjects herself.
COOPER: ”I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence as your agent if I didn’t remind you that there is no going back if you sign these papers. Once a judge ratifies them it will be like you and Alexis were never married. Are you sure you want to do this?”
The angry eyes of the Patron Saint pretty much answer Amanda’s question. He puts a hand out, asking for a pen. Amanda obliges him. He signs the documents with conviction.
KALEL: ”Done.”
Amanda tries to lighten the mood.
COOPER: ”As soon as we get back to LA, I’ll start the search for your new manager.”
KALEL: ”I don’t want a manager, Coop.”
Xandor takes off his vest, not caring that Amanda is in the room. Amanda gets an eyeful of the Patron Saint. She is startled back into the conversation when Xandor faces her.
COOPER: ”Why not?”
KALEL: ”I don’t trust these…little girls looking for their 15 minutes of fame. I trust you.”
COOPER: ”I’m not a manager. I’m an agent.”
The cold stare from Xandor makes Amanda take a step back. Or she’s getting a look at the shirtless Patron Saint.
KALEL: ”Come on, Coop. You know the business. Otherwise, I’m fine going solo.”
Amanda bites her lower lip, contemplating Xandor’s request.
COOPER: ”I’ll think about it.”
Xandor nods his head in agreement. Amanda has a slight blush.
KALEL: ”If you’ll excuse me, Coop. I want to jump in the shower and get out of here.”
The blush on Amanda goes from pink to red. She is flustered as she gathers the papers back into the yellow envelope.
COOPER: ”Of course! I’ll send these back to your attorney right now.”
Xandor grabs his duffle bag and walks towards the shower room. Amanda pauses for a moment, looks in his direction, before heading out of the dressing room as the camera fades out.

UNDERCARD
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. ROXI JOHNSON
POWERS: “Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, Seamusssss O’Connooor!”
The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights. As The Spicy McHaggis Jig by Dropkick Murphy plays. He comes with a shillelagh in one hand. He runs out on stage does a heel click. Before walking to the ring amp up trying to get the crowd to make noise. He steps into the ring and run up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.
The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, ROXI JJOOHHNNSSOONN!!!”
The cameras pan around the theatre, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the theatre floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.
JOHNSON: “Just a few short weeks ago these two were in the same ring as part of the elimination rumble for the Pride Championship number one contender position. Now we get to see them square off one on one.”
Before the Referee calls for the bell both Seamus and Roxi walk to the middle of the ring. The two friends shake hands for a moment before stepping back. The sound of the bell gets the match under way.
Roxi and Seamus circle one another slowly, each carefully looking for a soft spot in the other. Roxi makes the first move, jumping in and showing off her agility with a tornado DDT to start things off with authority. Seamus is back on his feet in a heartbeat and wraps Roxi up for a belly to belly suplex!
Both competitors create a little distance as they get to their feet, once again circling each other. Though they are friends outside the ring, the intense look in both of their eyes shows that they’ve both left that outside the ring. Each one wants this win.
Roxi runs in again, but this time Seamus counters with a spinebuster. Roxi is a little slower to get back to her feet this time, but not by much. She charges again. Seamus looks to reverse a dropkick, but Roxi hits a hurricanrana instead! Wasting no time, Roxi hits a standing moonsault, followed up immediately with an elbow drop!
JOHNSON: “Roxi is looking to make an impact tonight, and she’s off to a good start!”
VASSA: “I think Seamus would have to agree.”
As Roxi leans over, Seamus sends her staggering back with a headbutt. She holds her head for several seconds but comes back with a dropkick before he can get to his feet! Roxi bounces off of the ropes, going for a flying crossbody, but Seamus catches her midair and hits her with a fall away slam!
This time Seamus is up first and catches Roxi with a pair of knee drops. He goes for a third but Roxi rolls out of the way. The Superhero takes him down with a super kick to the side of the head! Roxi then hits a leg drop and rolls away to climb the nearest turnbuckle!
As Seamus stumbles to his feet, Roxi launches off of the top ropes for a flying clothesline! Looking to put her opponent away early, she hooks a leg.
ONE
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TW—KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: “So far it seems like Roxi has all the momentum.”
JOHNSON: “But you do have to give it to Seamus, he keeps getting back up! It’s not over for the Irishman yet!”
Roxi races in again, but Seamus is ready and slams her to the mat with a vertical suplex. Without letting her go, he gets back to his feet and plants her with a second! And then a third! Seamus lifts the redhead up once again but Roxi hooks her arm around his neck and takes him down with a swinging DDT!
Seamus charges right back in, but now it’s Roxi’s turn and she whips him over with a snap suplex! The big man runs at her again and she uses his own momentum to take him down with a scoop slam! Both wrestlers charge at each other, bodies colliding as they each go for a crossbody that leaves each of them laid out on the mat!
After a few seconds with neither one moving, the Referee begins the countout.
One!
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Two!
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Three!
Roxi and Seamus both roll over, looking like they had the wind knocked out of them by the tremendous impact. Each of them is doing their best to shake off the cobwebs.
Four!
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Five!
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Six!
Seamus is on his feet first, but Roxi is only moments behind. Roxi leans heavily against the turnbuckle. Seamus charges in, looking for a clothesline, but Roxi gets her feet up and hooks his neck! Pushing her self up, she whips him to the mat with a modified head scissor takedown.
Seamus is obviously starting to feel the toll Roxi is exacting, but he gets up first and twists her legs up into a cloverleaf submission! The fans cheer, chanting for Roxi as she strains against the hold. Digging deep for a burst of strength, Roxi manages to claw her way to the rope and grab on!
The Ref calls for the break and Seamus stalks across the ring as he considers a new strategy. Roxi moves so quickly she practically flies across the ring, only to be met with an uppercut that flattens her! Seamus climbs the turnbuckle himself and flies off for an elbow drop!
JOHNSON: “It just goes to show you, on occasion a big man can fly too!”
VASSA: “I still think Roxi looks better doing it.”
Seamus gets to his feet and leans over, looking to pull Roxi to her feet, but she grabs him and rolls him up in a school boy! The Ref drops to the mat for the count!
ONE
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TW–KICKOUT!!!
Roxi looks to keep her momentum going, lunging in at Seamus, but he wraps both arms around her for a belly to belly suplex! With both bodies on the ground, Roxi pulls herself over and tries for the Justice Lock, but Seamus breaks free before she can. As he gets to his feet he grabs her legs and slingshots her into the corner.
Just as the dizzy Roxi turns around, Seamus collides with her in a powerful corner clothesline. Keeping her trapped against the turnbuckles, the Irishman works on tearing down her midsection with a series of shoulder thrusts. Seamus then pulls her out of the corner and scoops her up for a backbreaker!
As Roxi lays on the canvas Seamus goes for a standing senton, but finds no one home! Roxi rolled out of the way just in time! The Superhero leaps to her feet, runs across the ring to the ropes and flips off in a moonsault, landing on the still prone Seamus!
JOHNSON: “Reality Bites! Seamus looked like he was gaining the upper hand here, but Roxi just nailed him with Reality Bites!”
VASSA: “And now she’s got the leg!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!!
JOHNSON: “Roxi was so close, but Seamus just isn’t done yet!”
Leaving Seamus on the ground, Roxi hops up to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, turning out to face the crowd. The theater erupts in cheers as she raises her arms above her head for a few moments. She drops, bouncing off the top ropes for the Superhero Press!
Taking no chances, knowing that she’s really going to have the break the big man down, Roxi doesn’t yet go for another pin. She keeps him down with a leg drop and then pops up for a standing moonsault. Grabbing one of Seamus’s wrists, she drops down into a cross arm breaker!
Seamus’s other arm flails, trying to break the painful hold on his arm, but Roxi doesn’t budge! He tries flexing and using his strength to lift her up, but he just can’t do it. At last, he reaches out, using his much longer reach and manages to get a hand on the bottom rope. The Ref is quick to call for the break.
VASSA: “Roxi is playing the mind game now, knowing she has to really wear Seamus down if she wants that three count.”
JOHNSON: “If anyone can do it, she can. Roxi’s proven herself time and again against larger opponents by using her head.”
As soon as he is back on his feet, Roxi charges at Seamus. It looks like Seamus is about to go down hard, but NO! Seamus nails Roxi with The Irish Kiss! The force of it sends her rolling right out of the ring and onto the floor!
Seamus gets to his feet, watching Roxi stagger as she struggles to stand. Trying to take a page out of the redhead’s book, Seamus steps back and runs across the ring, flying out between the ropes in a suicide dive! Roxi ducks out of the way at the last possible second and Seamus collides with the barricade!
VASSA: “Oooh that had to hurt!”
With both wrestlers on the floor, the Referee begins counting once again.
One!
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Two!
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Roxi is already moving, using the stairs to pull herself up. She’s obviously not content with a countout victory. Moving to Seamus’s side, she struggles to try to pull the big man up. For his part, Seamus hardly seems to recognize she is holding on to him as he tries to stand!
Three!
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The two roll back under the bottom rope together. For a few seconds longer they just lay on the canvas. Miraculously, Seamus is the first to get to his feet. Still unsteady on his feet, he manages to give her a soccer kick to the ribs anyway.
Roxi rolls away, holding her sides, but he just stalks after her. He goes for a stomp, but she rolls away again. Seamus grabs Roxi by her fiery hair and pulls her to her feet. Changing his hold to her wrist, he knocks her back to the mat with a short arm clothesline.
The Irish Bastard pulls the Superhero back to her feet and whips her into the ropes, leaning over for a back body drop on the rebound. But Roxi doesn’t hit the ropes, instead she leaps up, launching herself off of them! The Ray of Hope connects squarely with Seamus’ jaw, sending flying onto the mat!
Roxi grabs both legs this time as she makes the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “The Hero triumphs again!”
The Ref holds Roxi’s arm in the air while she holds her side in pain. Despite the throbbing in her ribs, she’s smiling brightly.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, Roxi Johnsooooon!”
JOHNSON: “It was a tough match from start to finish. I think both Seamus and Roxi gave it their best here tonight, but Roxi just outmaneuvered Seamus at the end.”
VASSA: “She’s always been a tough cookie!”
Suddenly the lights go out and the countdown from Adrenaline pops back up on the screen. It starts up at ten and counts down to zero. At zero the lights come back up and we see five masked and hooded figures surrounding the ring. They slowly and methodically get into the ring and surround Roxi.
They all point at her and then attack. The five on one attack goes as one would expect. The group stands over the beaten Roxi as a computerized voice fills the air.
VOICE: “We have arrived. Your feeble preparations shall prove futile. Our presence has been felt. Look at your hero. Look at your shining star. She couldn’t escape our influence, so what makes you think the rest of you can? Run. Run as fast as you can and hope we don’t catch you.”
The five figures all raise their right fist into the air. The lights go out again and when they arise the figures are gone.

Backstage, the hallways of a busy night for 4CW and their Super Show. Jason Cashe is facing the wall at a dead end of a hallway shadow boxing with the wall. Combinations, bobbing and weaving, leaning back and loud breaths escaping through his nostrils. He sways and shoots forward, touching the wall working on take down and grapple quickness as the night crawls closer to his match where he gets the chance to once again become 4CW Champion. He was prepared, that much was seen. His focus on the highest perch, on a sharp point but his attention is drawn from that focus as Royce Griffin appears from a connecting hallway. Wanting to continue their spat from earlier in the night.
RPG: “Cashe!”
Turning from the wall, Cashe looks at Royce and nods to him in greeting as he approaches the dead end hallway.
CASHE: “Couldn’t stay away huh? Where’s your sister? Haha!”
RPG: “I mean it man get that out your thoughts! I’m not gonna tell you again..”
CASHE: “You’re gonna have to do something then because even if I stop going to her, what’s to say she isn’t coming to see me. Hell, here you are. Who’s focused on it more, you or her?”
Stepping in to Cashe, the two are now close to feel the warmth of each other’s breath. Cashe grins and looks off to the side as Perry Wallace is coming down the hallway with his eyes locked on the two of them. Dropping his head, Jason nods in the direction of Wallace and Royce turns to look and lets out a sighing laugh as the Owner of 4 Corners enters the conversation.
WALLACE: “Gentlemen! I’m glad I found you both actually, we need to talk.”
CASHE: “I’m sure there is a cream for it but please, don’t talk to me about it…Here talk to Royce here, he needs something else to focus on other than what I’ll be doing to his sister! Ah-Ha!”
A swift but forceful shove to Cashe and the former Champ stumbles back a few steps before his back hits the wall behind him. Skipping forward to react, Cashe doubles his fist and is ready to get in two fights tonight but Wallace steps in between them and blurts out some information concerning them both.
WALLACE: “YOU’LL BE PARTNERS AT THE HOW SHOW!!”
They stop looking to trade words or fists as they both snap a glance to Perry Wallace. Unsure in part with what he said but both knew what he had spit out like it had a punch to the gut in itself and both men felt it.
RPG: “Come again? I’m partners with who? Him? HAHA! You’re tripping!”
CASHE: “Yeah man, I had a match with HOW. Mikey Best pulled out, means I’m clear of competing. I thought you were competing Wally?”
WALLACE: “Lee Best felt it was best to remove the Owners from the Tag Match and we were to find suitable replacements. I’m choosing you Cashe! Royce Griffin and Jason Cashe taking on Jatt Starr and Max Kael. 4CW versus HOW! I’m excited about it!”
Cashe begins scratching his beard as he stares down at the floor under his feet. Royce digs in at Wallace for the sudden change among other things.
RPG: “So the Best Family likes to pull out, should we be surprised? It still doesn’t excuse you for dropping that shit on us tonight. This must be a bad dream…Tagging with this punk?”
CASHE: “Because Wallace is such a tremendous partner choice! Starr and Kael huh? Can I bring a Plus One? Demi and I could use this as a First Date!”
RPG: “Ignoring him, Wallace do you have to fart?”
CASHE: “I’ve gotta go…”
Hurrying past Wallace and away from Royce, Jason Cashe scurries down the hall and cuts down a corner disappearing before anymore about a fart is mentioned. Royce laughing is the last thing heard and seen before the cameras jump back to ringside.

CO-HEADLINE
EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
BARBED WIRE MASSACRE MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS. DAKOTA SMITH VS.
LORD RAAB VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK ©
VASSA: ”Look at this extreme makeover that has been done to the ring! There’s barbed wire everywhere!”
JOHNSON: ”I had an idea of what this would look like but seeing it on paper does no justice to what we have before us right now.”
VASSA: ”The ropes have been replaced with barbed wire. The turnbuckles are wrapped in barbed wire. It’s almost as it this entire ring is constructed of barbed wire!”
JOHNSON: ”If that isn’t enough, we have a couple of sheet of plywood wrapped in barbed wire as well. This is going to be one bloody match.”
VASSA: ”Look on the floor outside of the ring! WEAPONS!!! MORE BARBED WIRE!!! Everything is wrapped in barbed wire!”
JOHNSON: ”We have kendo sticks and steel chairs wrapped in it, a couple of trash cans stuffed to the top full of it. We even have a couple of tables set up at ringside that are covered in it!”
VASSA: ”I hope we have a few EMT’s on standby ready for blood transplants because there’s going to be plenty spilt inside of that ring tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve come this far. The only thing left to do is get down to it. Are you ready, Vinny?”
VASSA: ”You bet your sweet ass I am! This is truly going to be uncensored, not some cheap imitation as others pretend to be.”
JOHNSON: ”Well… lets get to it!”
The lights go out, the crowd is wondering what’s going on. The opening lyrics begin going smoothly till a LOUD scream is heard. The strobe lights go off as that same young man is on the ramp.
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Rock Soldier”, GRIFFIN HHAAWWKKIINNSS!!!”
He walks down the ramp as “Monkey Business” by Skid Row hits. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp way. He walks up the ring stairs and gets on the turnbuckle and throws the devil horns in the air, pumping the crowd. Soon he gets off the turnbuckle, taking off his leather jacket and goes to the outside of the ring. He puts his Silver Aviator glasses on a lucky young fan, patting him on the head as he smiles up at him. He gets back in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”After coming up short at Winter Wasteland Griffin has been on a mission to get back in the ring with Havok and win the 4CW Extreme Championship.”
VASSA: ”He isn’t the only one with his eyes on that belt.”
JOHNSON: ”You’re right, Vinny. Lord Raab and Dakota Smith have also set their sights on the championship.”
VASSA: ”These guys have all beat the crap out of each other over the last couple of months.”
“Dance With the Devil” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the theatre gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers. Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face as he marches down to the ring.
“I eat M.C’s because I dont like to waste,
love to hear em’ screaming and the way the blood taste, all over my face
new race of cannibal, hell hath no fury like a half man animal.
Suck my dick, I got enough for all of yall,
Yall can jump on it, hang on it like its mardi gras
I’m rawer than all of yall, rot like gangrene.
Eco lion come up quiet and kill the whole scene
Yes, I guess you could say i’m poisonous
Not even the devil has more poise than this.
Yeah i’ll be that guy that even though i’m half your size
You dont want to look me in the eyes “
POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher”, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
He makes no time to stop for the audience, that is until he reaches the ring. He then bounces from one foot to the other, looking around the theatre. A slight smirk grows on his lips before he bolts into the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He plants his fists down on the mat and pushes himself up. Then he circles the ring a few times before going to his corner and taking a seat, waiting for the match to begin.
VASSA: ”And then we have this guy, Dakota! The man literally does what he wants, when he wants.”
JOHNSON: ”I’ve even heard that he has a thing for dead bodies.”
VASSA: ”We all get hungry!”
JOHNSON: ”Him and Griffin have been at each other more than anyone else in this match tonight. I’m surprised Dakota hasn’t went too far and ended Griffin’s career yet.”
VASSA: ”That’s a good thing. I’d hate to see Griffin become Dakota’s next meal.”
“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: ”If I had to pick one wrestler in this match with the hot hand I’d have to go with Raab. He’s beaten both Dakota and Havok recently.”
VASSA: ”Raab has been a part of 4CW for a while now, since the beginning nearly. I think it’s safe to say that he’s finally starting to blossom into being a monster force within 4CW.”
JOHNSON: ”It isn’t going to be easy for him tonight. With everyone who is involved, this is going to be one bloody match.”
VASSA: ”Bloody? IT’S GOING TO BE A FUCKING MASSACRE!!!”
“Unsettling Differences” hits the sound system of the theater, accompanied by a huge pop from the crowd. Yellow strobe lights flicker around the entire theater, as we anxiously await the arrival of Mr. 4CW himself.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall. He is “Mr. 4CW”, and the 4CW EXTREME CHAMPION, The Enforcer of Sorrow, NATHANIEL HHAAVVOOKK!!!”
Havok makes his way to the entrance ramp, walking slowly, observing the fans in attendance, with a smirk on his face from all the love and adulation of the fans. He slowly takes the Extreme Championship off of his waist, and lifts it into the air, as the yellow strobe lights continue to flicker throughout the entire theater. Nathaniel throws the title onto his shoulder, and begins walking down the ramp, still observing the fans that surround him. He looks cold, calculated, but most importantly, he looks ready for a fight. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully from the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd, Championship again held high above his head. He hops down and stands in the corner, the referee comes over and takes his title as his music fades out.
VASSA: ”The champ is here!”
JOHNSON: ”If I’m not mistaken, I think Havok may be the longest reigning champion in 4CW history.”
VASSA: ”He’s held the title since when, July?”
JOHNSON: ”That is correct! He’s been quiet over the last few weeks. Then out of nowhere, he decided to interrupt a parking lot match between the other three.”
VASSA: ”That was awesome if I do say so myself. Pulling up to the match in a bus. It doesn’t get any better than that. Oh wait, it does! The fight then found its way onto the bus as Havok drove them to only god knows where.”
JOHNSON: ”Havok has had his tests as Extreme champion but tonight will be his toughest to date.”
VASSA: ”You can say that again!”
JOHNSON: ”I could but I’d rather be quiet and let the ref call for the bell.”
The ref stands in the center of the ring with the Extreme championship in hand. He then raises it above his head with both hands and paces around as the fans begin to chant.
“MASS-A-CRE… MASS-A-CRE… MASS-A-CRE… MASS-A-CRE… MASS-A-CRE…”
The ref then walks to the edge of the ring and hands the championship to a member of the ringside crew before backing up to the center of the ring. He then checks with each corner as he receives the nod one after the other until getting the final nod from Havok. As the fans wait in anticipation, the ref quickly throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Before the ref can even move out of the way, all four men rush towards the center of the ring and collide in a mob of fists flying from each and every direction. Dakota catches Havok with a blindsided shot to the side of the head, knocking him out of the pack. Before Havok can shake it off, Dakota rushes towards him and tackles him to the canvas, leaving Griffin and Raab going toe to toe in the center of the ring. Dakota mounts himself on top of Havok and begins to throw wild punches, connecting with lefts and rights to each side of his head. After knocking Havok into a daze, Dakota then grabs him by the head with both hands and begins to slam his head into the mat over and over.
Raab connects with a power punch to Griffin’s jaw, knocking him down to one knee. Without hesitation, Raab then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it forward while driving his knee upward, planting it into Griffin’s face. Falling to his back, Griffin hits the mat with a thud. Before he can get back up, Raab rushes in and kicks him in the mouth, sending him back to the mat. Raab then grabs a handful of hair and pulls griffin up to his feet. He then hits him with a European uppercut to the chops, knocking Griffin backwards a few steps. Before Griffin can get his feet settled, Raab quickly moves in and hits him with a lariat, knocking win backwards into the barbed wire ropes.
Tangled in the barbed wire, Griffin tries to pull himself away but can’t as his pants as pierced and caught up. Raab then moves in and takes advantage as Griffin has nowhere to go. Raab then unloads with a series of rights and lefts, hitting Griffin from top to bottom with brutal fists. As the assault continues, Dakota and Havok roll around the mat on the other side of the ring. Gaining position, Havok connects with a fierce elbow to Dakota’s forehead. He then quickly pushes himself off and gets up to his feet. Standing over Dakota, Havok swings downward on him and punches him in the ribs. He then grabs Dakota by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. Havok then grabs him by the arm and goes to throw him to the corner but instead, Dakota reverses and send Havok to the corner, crashing into the sheet of wood wrapped in barbed wire.
Letting out a load moan as the barbed wire cuts his back, Havok quickly pushes himself away. Before he can get far, Dakota rushes in and tackles him once more, this time driving Havok’s back into the barbed wire and breaking the sheet of wood in half. The top half of the wood then falls over on top of them, slamming barbed wire on top of them. The two then slowly push away from each other as the mess covers them, exposing blood over their backs. Across the ring, Raab continues to do a number on Griffin before finally moving a few steps. As Griffin hangs in the barbed wire, Raab runs at him and hits him with a clothesline, sending him up and over the barbed wire ropes and crashing to the floor below.
VASSA: ”It was only a matter of time before things got messy!”
JOHNSON: ”With all the barbed wire around the ring, I’m surprised no one was cut open while entering.”
VASSA: ”Dakota and Havok are covered in it and this match is only getting started.”
JOHNSON: ”Griffin has already taken a good amount of damage to his…”
VASSA: ”HERE COMES RAAB!!!”
Rolling underneath the bottom barbed wire rope, Raab goes to the outside where Griffin is slowly crawling away in the opposite direction. Once close, Raab reaches down and grabs Griffin by the foot and stops him in his tracks. Pulling him closer, Raab gets both hands on his leg. Looking around the floor in a hurry, Griffin spots a kendo stick and grabs it. He then quickly rolls over and swings upward with it, smashing the barbed wire into side of Raab’s bicep. Raab releases his hold and quickly grabs his arm as the blood slowly begins to trickle down. Griffin then jobs the kendo stick into Raab’s knee, forcing it to buckle . Raab falls to his side and hits the floor hard. Griffin then pops up to his feet and begins to hammer down on Raab with the kendo stick, slicing him up as the barbed wire rips into his flesh with each hit.
Back in the ring, Havok and Dakota slowly pull themselves up using the barbed wire ropes for leverage. Covered in blood, the two look at each other and without hesitation, lunge toward one another, locking up in the corner. After a brief struggle, Havok drives his knee upward into Dakota’s stomach and knocks the breath out of him. He then does it once more before lifting him up and body slamming him on top of the mess barbed wire mess. Dakota squirms around the barbed wire in pain but making it worse as the barbs dig into his skin. Havok then grabs him by the head and pulls him away from the mess, dragging him over it and enjoying every moment of it.
Back on the outside, Raab lies on the floor covered in blood as Griffin stands over him with the stick still in his hand. He then tosses it aside and slowly moves in on Raab. Grabbing him by the arm, Griffin pulls him up to his feet and then walks him around the edge of the ring. Approaching the ringside steps, Griffin picks up the pace and throws Raab forward, crashing into the steps and knocking them over. Rolling over to his back, Raab looks up only to see griffin standing over him and swinging down with a punch to the throat. Griffin then grabs Raab’s arm and slams it down on top of the steps as a loud yell escapes from Raab’s mouth.
Inside the ring, Havok has a side headlock applied on Dakota in the center. Fighting to break free, Dakota throws elbows into his stomach but still isn’t able to break the hold. He then wraps his arms around Havok’s waist and with all his strength, he lifts Havok up from the mat and drops him to his back with a side suplex. The two slowly push themselves up, standing to their feet at the same time. Quick on his feet, Havok throws a hard right but gets blocked as Dakota throws up both arms. Dakota then kicks him in the stomach , forcing him to lunge over from the blow. Grabbing Havok by the hair, Dakota then walks him to the edge of the ring and throws him to the barbed wire ropes. Havok hits them with force and flips up and over the top, crashing to the floor below.
VASSA: ”That’s three on the outside!”
JOHNSON: ”Things are about to get even more messy!”
VASSA: ”I knew that the ring wasn’t going to be able to contain these four.”
JOHNSON: ”LOOK OUT!!!”
Running towards Havok on the floor, Griffin jumps into the air twisting and comes down on him with a corkscrew senton. Rolling to his feet, Griffin stands back up and begins to stomp on Havok. He then grabs him by the head and pulls him up into a seated position. Before you know it, Griffin kicks him in the chest over and over, unable to knock him back to the floor. Griffin then takes a step back and then forward with momentum and delivers a crushing kick to the side of Havok’s head, sending his head into the floor.
In the ring, Dakota looks on with a blood thirsty look on his face. He then takes off towards the ropes and leaps through the top and middle. Griffin looks up only to see Dakota flying at him. Hitting Griffin with a suicide dive, the two rolls across the floor and crash into the steel barricade at ringside. Climbing on top of Griffin, Dakota begins to pull his hair, slamming his head over and over into the barricade with anger. From behind, Raab runs into the picture and hits Dakota across the back with a double axe-handle. Raab then grabs Dakota by the head and slams it forward, face first, into the barricade with force.
Knocking Dakota into a daze, Raab then pulls him away from Griffin and lifts him into the air and drapes him over his shoulder. Raab then walks around to the other side of the ring, carrying Dakota. With his eyes locked on a nearby table wrapped in barbed wire, Raab approaches with a little pep in his step. Coming to his senses, Dakota begins to punch Raab in the back but doesn’t do anything as Raab continues to pursue the table. Dakota then bites down on Raab’s back and sinks his teeth into his flesh. Raab stops in his tracks and yells before grabbing onto Dakota tightly with both hands. Raab then runs with those final few steps and lifts Dakota up into the air. Holding Dakota over his head, Raab stops in front of the table and then throws him down.
CRACK!!!
Hitting the top of the table hard, Dakota breaks through it and crashes to the floor. Covered in barbed wire, Dakota lies in a pool of his own blood with Raab looking on, showing no signs of concern. From behind, Havok grabs Raab by the shoulder and turns him around. The two stare at each other for a moment before Raab lunches forward and hits Havok in the chest with both fists, knocking him back a couple of steps. Havok then draws his arm back and steps forward to throw a punch but gets surprised as Griffin grabs his arm and spins him around. The two then exchange punches for a moment and then out of nowhere, Raab kicks Havok in the lower back and sends Havok stumbling forward. Griffin quickly wraps his arm around Havok’s head and then falls back, driving Havok into the floor with a DDT.
VASSA: ”DAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Havok is going to feel that headache in the morning!”
VASSA: ”If these guys keep it up, I don’t know if we’re even going to have a champion that’s able to continue after this.”
JOHNSON: ”This is what the extreme division is all about.”
Before Griffin can get to his feet, Raab quickly moves in and slams a forearm across the top of his back, keeping him down to one knee. Raab then raises both arms above his head but before he can swing down, Griffin pops up and connects with an uppercut to the bottom of the chin. Stumbling backwards, Raab trips over the pile of rubble Dakota is lying in and falls backwards on top of him. Feeling the barbed piercing his skin, Raab quickly rolls over the mess and away from the hazard. He then pushes himself up, fighting through the pain, and begins to punch Dakota over and over, keeping him trapped beneath the barbed wire.
Pulling Havok to his feet, Griffin walks him across the outside of the ring towards the announcers booth. Leaving Havok with too much time to catch his breath, Griffin gets caught off guard when Havok trips his feet up and pushes him forward. Falling to the floor, Griffin rolls in front of the announcers booth. Before he can even get up, Havok quickly moves in and drives his boot into his lower spine with a brutal kick. Havok then climbs on top of Griffin’s back and begins to punch him in the back of the head over and over. With Griffin slightly out of it, Havok takes the opportunity to reach across the floor and grab a nearby kendo stick. After getting both hands on it, Havok, holds it underneath Griffin’s chin and then pulls back with both hands. Choking the life out of him and cutting his neck to a mess, Havok tries to rip his head off with the pressure.
After removing layers and layers of barbed wire, Raab is finally able to pull Dakota away from the bloody mess. Dragging him across the floor, Raab makes his way to the apron with Dakota in hand. He then pulls him up and rolls him underneath the bottom barbed wire rope and into the ring. With Dakota laying on his stomach covered in blood, Raab turns to a nearby trash can stuffed with the vicious wire. He walks over and picks it up with both hands and lifts it above his head. Tossing it over the top rope, Raab introduces a new weapon into the mix. He then slides underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring. Standing up before Dakota even attempts to, Raab makes his way over and kicks him in the side of the ribs. He then grabs him by the beard and pulls him up to his feet with one hand. Raab then wraps both arms around Dakota and lifts him up and then slams him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.
Back on the outside, Havok continues to choke Griffin with the kendo stick as blood pours from his neck into a puddle beneath them. Letting up for a moment, Havok looks around the area for something bigger and harder to attack with.
BAM!!!
Griffin pops his head back and hits Havok in the nose with it, knocking him off. Blood trickles from Havok’s nose as he lays on his back holding it in a world of pain. After catching his breath, Griffin rolls over and grabs the kendo stick beside them. He then locks on with both hands and presses it across Havok’s forehead. Havok then grabs onto it as well with both hands and the two then struggle with each other, fighting for leverage. Havok begins to slowly push the stick away, raising it over his head and towards Griffin. Fighting a burst of energy, Griffin then slams the stick down and breaks it across Havok’s face. With Havok’s face covered in barbed wire, Griffin then punches him over and over, doing damage to his hand as well.
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!! He just broke that stick into pieces over Havok’s face!”
JOHNSON: ”I think the stick is the least of his worries. His face is now covered in barbed wire and that isn’t stopping Griffin from wailing on it.”
VASSA: ”This is insane!”
CLUNK!!!
Raab slams the trash can across Dakota’s stomach. He then tosses it aside and reaches down, grabbing Dakota by the head. Pulling him up to his feet, Raab then gives him a quick headbutt right between the eyes and knocks him down to one knee. Raab then comes at him and plants his foot into his face, knocking Dakota to his back with a big boot. Meanwhile, Griffin rolls Havok into the ring and then slides in right behind him. Popping up to his feet, Griffin sets his sights on Raab and quickly rushes in behind him. Driving his elbow into Raab’s lower back, he knocks him down to his knees. Griffin then moves in front of Raab and plants his foot into the side of his head with an enzugiri. Falling to his back, Raab hits the mat with a thud.
Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Dakota is barely able to stand on the outside floor. Using the apron for supports, he limps towards a chair wrapped in barbed wire. Grabbing it with one hand, he then turns back and walks to the corner, dragging the chair across the floor behind him. Sliding the chair into the ring, Dakota then rolls back in but is slowly to get to his feet.
With his sights set on Raab, Griffin gets surprised as Havok spins him around and hits him right in the chops with a roundhouse kick. Griffin smacks the mat hard and before he knows it, Havok lands a leg drop across his face. Crawling on top of Griffin, Havok punches wildly at his mid-section before taking a cheap shot and raking his eyes. He then wraps both hands around Griffin’s throat and begins to strangle him in the center of the ring. Griffin squirms to get free but can’t as Havok has a firm grip. A few moments pass as Griffin begins to turn bright red in the face.
CRACK!!!
VASSA: ”GEE-ZUS!!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota just laid out the champ with a chair shot to the head!”
VASSA: ”I swear, Havok’s going to have a concussion by the time it’s all said and done.”
JOHNSON: ”He may already be fighting through one but with the championship on the line there’s no stepping away from this.”
Dakota then swings the chair down at Griffin’s head but misses as he rolls out of the way. He then swings again but comes up short as Griffin avoids yet another shot to the head. Dakota then raises the chair once more but as it passes his face, Raab lunges into the picture and punches it.
BAM!!!
The chair bounces off of Dakota’s face and sends him stumbling backwards into the barbed wire ropes. Adding more lacerations to his back, Dakota holds himself up using the barbed wire as leverage. Covered in blood he looks on at the mess in the ring, blood covering the entire ring. Raab then grabs Griffin by the head and pulls him up to his feet. After landing a couple of hard rights to the head, Raab throws Griffin to the ropes. Griffin hits them hard and bounces off in a nasty mess. As he comes towards Raab, he ducks a big boot to the face and continues to run towards Dakota. With momentum behind him, Griffin swings forward towards Dakota’s head as he gets closer. Just before he can make contact, Dakota pulls himself away from the ropes and bends over. As Griffin gets right on him, Dakota stands straight up and flips Griffin up and over the top rope flying to the outside.
CRASH!!!
As Griffin comes down, he crashes through the second table wrapped in barbed wire. Covered in it, he lays in the floor on top of the shattered table with blood from head to toe. Dakota then charges at Raab but gets stopped in his tracks on the receiving end of a right hook to the side of the head. Dakota then comes at him again but gets stopped once more as Raab kicks him in the stomach. Bent over from the kick, Dakota quickly grabs the chair at his feet and swings upward with it, catching Raab underneath the arm. Backing up a few steps in pain, Raab holds the side of his body from the blow. Dakota then tosses the chair at him. Raab then catches it but as he does, Dakota jumps in and plants his feet into the chair, dropkicking it into his face.
CRACK!!!
Raab falls backwards and hits the corner and bounces off, falling face first to the mat. Just as Dakota stands to his feet, Havok attacks him from behind with a series of punches to the body. He then spins Dakota around and kicks him in the stomach with power. Lunging over, Dakota opens himself up as Havok quickly moves in to take advantage. He then pulls Dakota’s head between his legs.
JOHNSON: ”I think this might be it, Vinny!”
VASSA: ”Havok’s going to try and end this once and for all with the Reign of Terror!”
JOHNSON: ”You said it!”
Dakota quickly backs up trying to pull his head away from Havok but can’t, instead he drags him as well. Havok then lands a vicious punch to the side of Dakota’s ribs, knocking the breath out of him. Havok then reaches down to set up a package piledriver but before he can get the basics in place, Dakota stands straight up and flips Havok over his head and onto the top of the barbed wire ropes.
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Havok’s hanging on the top of the barbed wire ropes like a shirt on a clothesline!”
Dakota then looks over to the outside of the ring where Griffin is still tangled up in the barbed wire mess. He then looks at Havok who is hanging upside down from the barbed wire ropes. With a blood covering his face, he licks it away from his lips as a grin appears from ear to ear. He then walks over to Raab who is still down but not out. Grabbing the chair beside him, Dakota slides it underneath Raab’s face. He then stands over Raabs back and grabs each of his arms. Dakota then pulls back, lifting Raab’s upper-body from the canvas and then plants his feet on the back of his head.
JOHNSON: ”This is going to be bad.”
VASSA: ”We wouldn’t have it any other way in a match like this!”
Dakota then slams his foot down on the back of Raab’s head, driving his face into the steel chair wrapped in barbed with a curb stomp.
CCRRAACCKK!!!
JOHNSON: ”And Say Goodnight!”
VASSA: ”GOODNIGHT!!!”
Dakota then rolls Raab over to his back and falls on top of him for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”We have a new Extreme champ! Dakota has done it!”
VASSA: ”That’s a wrap folks! Dakota has ended Havok’s reign as the 4CW Extreme Champion and 4CW’s longest champion to date!”
JOHNSON: ”This was unbelievable! It was amazing!”
VASSA: ”We should probably go ahead and let the EMT’s get in there and do their thing. We’ve had A LOT of blood shed tonight.”
“Dance With The Devil” hits the sound system as Dakota slowly pushes himself up to his feet. Once up, the ref walks over with the 4CW Extreme championship and hands it to him. Looking down at it with a smile on his face and covered in blood, Dakota then raises it above his head with one hand as the ref grabs the other and raises it as well.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Extreme Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Dakota then falls down to a sitting position with the championship in hand. The ref quickly begins to wave for EMT’s to come down to ringside as each person involved in this match needs medical attention.
JOHNSON: ”This is our second change of hands in the championship department ladies and gents.”
VASSA: ”We still have two more title matches to go. So far we’re two for two on crowning a new champion.”
JOHNSON: ”We’re going to cut backstage for a few moments folks as we get the ring cleaned up and the regular ropes put back into place.”
VASSA: ”They should probably throw another canvas across the top because this one is a bloody mess.”
JOHNSON: ”Sit tight folks, we’ll be right back.”

The cameras cut backstage as they pan on the 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins who’s standing in front of a mirror, checking himself over as the title was draped over on his left shoulder. It was nearing that time before he went out there and put it all on the line against the uprising Connor Gates and the always unpredictable Jason Cashe.
HOPKINS: “Tonight is the night. Putting this bad boy on the line one mo’ gain and just like before, I’m looking to come out on top. I admit, it’s one hectic situation. What simply was supposed to be a one-on-one battle turned to a three-way with the invitation of Connor. Connor has definitely grown up quickly. Amongst the critics who deem him uneligible this early, he’s proven them wrong with quality wins. That’s what matters and that’s why he’s here in this position. We’re all going to learn and witness Connor Gates on this big stage tonight.”
Brushing his hair down, he smiled as it reflected well off the mirror.
HOPKINS: “With Cashe, it’s a different story. I want to destroy what is left of him. All this trouble, pain, bullshit he’s initiated and caused, it all comes to an end tonight. I’m eliminating him from ever appearing in this division as long as I am Champion. He states he’s going to continue to stalk me even after this but you know, I got something in plan for that.”
A knock is heard on the locker room door of Hopkins as he walks over swiftly to open it. None other than 4CW’s own, Gabriel Hartman was there ready to drop some Q’s to the Champ.
HARTMAN: “You mind if I ask you a couple things, Champ?”
HOPKINS: “Well right now, I kinda do m–“
HARTMAN: “Great! So what’s your gameplan strategy with these two? How are you going to retain that bad boy on your shoulder?”
Hopkins looked down for a minute, really wasn’t in the mood for an interview or any questions for that matter, especially pertaining to the Main Event. Focus was all he wanted but heh, he had no other choice.
HOPKINS: “Gabriel, my strategy to coming out of that ring still with this title, easy. Fight. Survive. Conquer. Repeat. It’s all I’ve done before I got this title and it’s all I’ll be doing when I enter that ring. No doubt, it’s two of the biggest names in that ring along with a man who is an uprising sensation right now. I have hell on my hands but like usual, I’m going to stay cool, fight my fight and in the end, come out on top. I have my faithful fans and I have those who feel I’m just what Jason Cashe considers a “Transitional” Champion. Anyone who knows my story knows what I’m about. No need to explain!”
HARTMAN: “Everyone’s been wondering though, how is that leg of yours? We all saw that gigantic, sick, sick manuever off the cage at Adrenaline. How’s it?”
Hopkins smirked as he laughed at the question.
HOPKINS: “Man, it is good that I’m a quick healer to pain. I’ll admit, it was some suicidal type ish I did because one wrong glitch and I’d been out here to vacate the title. I guess it’s that adrenaline rush you get when you feel the crowd. I wanted to make a statement to not only Cashe but Gates as well. Cashe started it with that lobbed spit he shot my way. I needed retribution and I got it. I paid for it a little bit but here I am, one hundred percent and ready to go!”
As Hopkins finished speaking, entering through the door was one of Miami’s own and Grammy-Nominated Hip-Hop Artist Flo-Rida as the crowd got loud as hell in the background. He greeted the 4CW Champion as Gabriel Hartman was forced to take a few steps back. The two nodded their heads as the cameras’s speakers couldn’t quite pick up what was exchanged. However Flo-Rida had grabbed the microphone out of Hartman’s hands as he looked at Hartman.
FLO-RIDA: “IT’S GOIN’ DOWN FORRR REAALLL!!!”
Giving the mic back to Hartman, Flo-Rida saluted to the Champ before making his exit. The crowd still going crazy as Hopkins could only just shrug his shoulders and grin.
HOPKINS: “Yeah, what he said…”
Hopkins remained with a grin as the cameras had gone and cut back to ringside for the upcoming Extreme Championship Title match.

CO-HEADLINE
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
THE BLACK DAHLIAS VS. BLACK LISTED ©
POWERS: “The following is a tag team match for the Four Corners Wrestling Tag Team Championship! Introducing the challengers first, the team of Ramona Lea Epps and Sativa Nevaeh, weighing in at a total of two hundred and eighty pounds, The Black Daaahliaaas!”
Ramona steps out before a cloud of smoke. She turns and faces to the right hand side of the theater. As the first few notes and lyrics of “Me and Mary Jane” by Black Stone Cherry kicks up.
“Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin’ on, goin’ on
Creepin’ up slow, hangin’ ’round my back door, my back door!”
As the song plays Sativa creeps up behind Ramona and slinks up Ramona’s back and stands back to back with her. They smile and turn and head towards the ring. Both trash talking and messing with the crowd. They get into the ring and head to opposite corners and stand on the second rope. They both hold their arms out to pose for the crowd before jumping down to the mat and standing in their corner.
POWERS: “And at a combined weight of three hundred and thirty-five pounds, Demi and Royce Paxton Griffin, the current 4CW Tag Team Champions, Blaaack Listeeed!”
The lights start to switch to a dark red hue as “Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B hits as the familiar beats draw cheers from the crowd. Out from the back first comes the bubbly and fun Demi Griffin with a big smile on her face as she stops to shake her booty to the beat a few times before making her way to the ring. Not far behind her coming through the curtain as his sister has already made it half down the ramp is the imposing RPG, Royce Griffin standing looking out at the crowd. The two wearing matching red and black themed outfits though, differing in types of gear. They still have matching arm bands and focused looks as Demi finishes high fiving the fans around the ring before hopping up the steps and stepping through the bottom two ropes. As she does this Royce slides into the ring,
Once in the ring Royce does two big jumps into the air to show off his athleticism and get stretched out as his sister walks around the ring hands held high. RPG throws a few practice punches before letting out a primal scream for the crowd getting them going as Demi now sits atop one of the corner posts jiving to the beat. Royce walks around the ring screaming out “Let’s Go” several times while hyping the crowd as the two seem fully ready for their title defense.
JOHNSON: “This is set to be one hell of a match up. These two teams have been at each other’s throats now for weeks.”
VASSA: “I hope we get to see every last bit of that pent up frustration from both sides tonight.”
JOHNSON: “I think that is probably a guarantee, Vinnie.”
For several moments both teams confer in their opposite corners, working out a strategy and deciding who will begin as the legal man. Sativa and Ramona seem focused and intense while Royce and Demi are as confident as ever. Finally Ramona and Royce step out of the ring and the Ref calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Looks like we’re starting off the match here with Sativa and Demi.”
VASSA: “I’m glad you could state the obvious for those of our viewers who are visually impaired.”
Sativa and Demi began circling each other in the ring slowly. Demi shoots a quick glance over her shoulder at Ramona when she passed the other Dahlia, just to be sure she isn’t going to try anything shady. The crowd boos as Ramona throws up her arms in an offended “innocent” gesture.
Sativa uses the moment and lunges forward, trying to take Demi down. Demi ducks under the attack and rebounds off of the ropes, nailing Sativa with a front flip clothesline that makes the theater errupt in cheers. Sativa is back on her feet quickly, diving in again but Demi side steps and wraps an arm around her head for a bulldog!
Sativa is clearly getting angry, pounding her fists on the mat before taking Demi down with a toe trip. She leaps to her feet and grabs Demi’s ankles, stomping twice on her midsection before twisting her legs into a figure four lock. Sativa cranks down hard, hoping to force an early submission.
JOHNSON: “And there is the viciousness that we’ve all come to expect from Sativa Nevaeh here in 4CW.”
Demi is in obvious pain as she curls her hands into fists to resist tapping out of the submission. She leans up, swinging at Sativa, but she just can’t reach. She lays back, struggling, reaching toward the bottom rope. Sativa fights to pull her back as Demi stretches to gain ground. Try as she might, Demi just can’t reach!
She changes tactics, leaning forward again, this time using the extra momentum. She’s finally able to break free as she drives and elbow into Sativa’s face. Demi wastes no time getting to her feet, bouncing off of the robes again for a basement dropkick right to Sativa’s chest!
The fight heats up as both ladies leap up and dive at each other. Sativa gets the upper hand and swings her body around Demi’s for a tornado DDT that shakes the ring! Demi is laid out for the moment as Sativa hops up for a standing moonsault!
JOHNSON: “Demi Griffin sure looked in control there for a few minutes, but Sativa has quickly turned it around.”
VASSA: “And we’re just getting started here, Steve.”
Both women are back on their feet. Demi steps in and the two lock up, struggling back and forth. Demi gets the upper hand, whipping Sativa into the ropes. She ducks for a back body drop, but Sativa stops short and sends a knee up into Demi’s face! Demi staggers back holding her nose, checking for blood.
Sativa wastes no time, stalking forward like a caged lion. With a jump she grabs Demi by the head and takes her down with an implant DDT! Sativa hooks the leg and tries for a pin.
ONE
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TW– KICKOUT!!!
Demi kicks out with authority, sending Sativa rolling off of her. The much smaller woman gets to her feet and charges at Sativa. Sativa tries to duck, expecting a clothesline, but Demi rolls her up and locks on a kneebar as they hit the mat!
Demi holds on tight as Sativa tries to make her way toward the ropes. From their respective corners Ramona and Royce are both loudly cheering on their partners. Sativa is almost at the ropes as Demi is trying desperately to pull her away. But no! Sativa gets a hand on the bottom rope and the Ref calls for the break.
The two women get to their feet. Demi lunges forward and Sativa flips her to the mat with a scoop slam! Demi is back up in no time and goes after her opponent again. Sativa stops her short with a snap suplex that leaves her holding her back in pain.
Sativa pulls Demi to her feet and whips her into the corner. Sativa runs in for a body splash but at the last second Demi ducks out for a back elbow that knocks Sativa to the ground! Holding her head from that DDT with one hand, Demi delivers an elbow drop right to Sativa’s spine!
Demi starts to head toward the corner to tag in Royce, but Sativa stops her short by grabbing her hair! Sativa spins her around and uses a choke toss to throw her into the opposite corner. Ramona hooks up Demi’s arms while Sativa gives her several powerful kicks to the midsection. Ramona becomes the legal man as the two give one another a high-five.
JOHNSON: “Our first tag of the match as Ramona takes over for the Black Dahlias.”
VASSA: “Demi needs to make a tag out for Black Listed, Sativa has been wearing her down systematically here.”
Ramona wastes no time as she pulls Demi out of the corner. She taunts the booing crowd for a moment before hitting a double knee facebreaker that sends Demi flying back into the ropes, hanging up by her arms. Ramona drags Demi to the opposite corner, smashing her face into the top turnbuckle and following by hanging Demi’s body up on the second rope to either side of the corner. The crowd boos louder yet as Ramona adds insult to injury with a double knee smash to the midsection.
Demi drops to the mat clutching her stomach with one hand and trying to crawl toward her corner with the other. Ramona stands over her, watching until she’s almost close enough to reach for Royce’s hand before she grabs Demi’s leg and drags her back into the middle of the ring. Ramona looks devious as she grabs both of Demi’s legs and hooks them under her arms. She screams something profane to both Black Listed and the crowd before sending Demi flying with a slingshot… right into a waiting forearm smash by Sativa!
JOHNSON: “The Black Dahlias are very much on the same page here tonight, it seems.”
VASSA: “Ramona didn’t even have to look to know that Sativa had her back for that one.”
The shot sent Demi rolling back across the ring. With his long arms Royce is able to lean in far enough to tag himself in! RPG flies across the ring as soon as he ducks between the ropes, knocking Sativa off the apron with a clothesline before turning his attention to Ramona, who is shoving Demi’s body out of the ring with her foot.
RPG wastes no time, taking Ramona down and sending a series of brutal shots at her face and stomach in a ground and pound worthy of any prize fighter. He stands up, stomping at Ramona and releasing all that pent up frustration that he has been feeling as he watched from his corner. As Ramona gets to her feet he grabs her with both hands and drops for a jawbreaker that sends her stumbling back into her corner. There is no one for Ramona to tag as Sativa is still lying on the floor.
Royce charges in for a corner clothesline, but Ramona ducks out at the last second and hits him with a standing dropkick from behind. As Royce turns around Ramona goes for a throat thrust, but he uses one arm to block her and the other to deliver a hellacious European uppercut! Ramona stumbles back again but catches herself on the ropes, refusing to go down.
VASSA: “Royce is on fire now that he’s stepped into the ring!”
JOHNSON: “Maybe he’s going to show the bullies just what they get for picking on his little sister!”
VASSA: “It’s wrestling, Steve! You are SUPPOSED to beat up the other guy!”
JOHNSON: “Either way, right now he seems to be putting a world of hurt on Ramona!”
As Ramona steps out of the corner the two lock up. Royce seems to be trying to position Ramona for an abdominal stretch, but she takes him down with a hip toss! Ramona tries to latch on with a headlock, but Royce counters by powering to his feet, leaving Ramona dangling behind him! Grabbing her arms so that she can’t let go, he tosses himself backwards and crushes her into the corner!
RPG looks triumphant for a moment or two as he stands over Ramona where she lays on the mat. He leans down, grabbing her ankles to try to tie her up in a cloverleaf but Ramona leans up for an eye gouge! Royce only legs go of one leg, refusing to let Ramona go now that he has her in his grasp. He gives her a stomp to the gut and locks on the cloverleaf!
Ramona is breathing hard as she struggles, trying to break free with no luck. She stretches her arm toward the ropes, which seem to be just an inch or two out of her reach! Mona’s hand waivers in the air as she tries to reach, looking dangerously close to tapping out.
Royce suddenly lurches forward as Sativa clubs him with a double axe handle from behind and breaks the submission! The Referee steps in, shouting Sativa back into her corner and out of the ring. While the official is distracted Ramona stomps Royce again and again, grabbing the ropes to use as leverage for a foot choke!
The Ref looks exasperated as he turns around to find Ramona using the illegal move, demanding that she break it. Ramona uses fourth and nine-tenths of her 5 seconds before finally letting go. With Royce laying prone beneath the rope, she grabs on and throws herself over for a slingshot leg drop…
…But there’s no one home! Royce rolls out of the way at the last moment and Ramona hits the apron hard! She bounces off, landing in a crouch on the floor and holding her tail bone. As she stands up, Ramona finds herself face to face with Demi! Demi cranks her arm back and hits Ramona with a bitch slap so powerful that it spins the taller woman half way around! Demi grabs Ramona’s hair and slams her down to the floor as the referee begins the count.
One!
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Two!
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Demi leans over to continue the assault, but Ramona grabs onto her and sends her flying with a modified monkey flip! The Dahlia rolls through onto her feet and stalks down her prey, grabbing Demi by her own hair and pulling her up. She slams Demi’s face into the the barricade, but she doesn’t let go! Switching her grip to Demi’s arm, Ramona whips her across the floor, sending her crashing into one set of steel stairs!
Three!
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Four!
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Ramona gets a vicious look on her face as she stairs down at Demi.
JOHNSON: “Oh no. I’m not sure I want to find out what she’s thinking.”
VASSA: “I am!
Before Ramona can put her plan into motion, Royce reaches over the top rope and grabs her by the hair, pulling her off of her feet and all the way into the ring! The busty brunette holds the back of her head after she impacts the mat. For a moment she looks as though she’s going to attack Royce, but she turns and leaps toward the corner, tagging in Sativa!
Both Dahlias turn on RGP, kicking him in the midsection and doubling him over. Standing on either side, they each hook an arm before looking at each other and nodding. In an incredible display, the two women lift the big man up for a vertical suplex! As he comes crashing down they practically heave him into the canvas, shaking the entire ring!
Royce is laid out, his eyes practically rolled back in his head from the impact. Ramona and Sativa look pretty satisfied with themselves as Mona heads out of the ring and her partner takes over once more. Sativa drops and hooks the leg while she has the chance.
ONE
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TWO
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THR—KICKOUT!!!
Royce breaks free just in time, stumbling slightly as he tries to get to his feet.
JOHNSON: “I don’t think RPG knows which way is up!”
VASSA: “They suplexed the retard right into him!”
JOHNSON: “That is wildly inappropriate, Vinnie.”
VASSA: “Someone check and see if Cashe has monthly passes available for the short bus!”
As Royce continues to struggle to his feet, Sativa runs at the corner and launches herself off! She hooks her legs around Royce’s head and takes him down with a headscissor DDT! The still-dizzy RPG holds the back of his head as he writhes on the mat.
JOHNSON: “That’s the Braindead! Royce just took two massive shots in a row. Can Sativa capitalize?!”
Demi is finally back up in her corner, stamping her feet in frustration. Sativa grins, walking over and taunting the shorter Griffin where she stands. Demi reaches in, trying to grab Sativa, but she can’t get a grip on the new short hair!
The momentary distraction was just what Royce needed to get back on his feet. As Sativa turns around she’s met with a spinebuster that rocks the ring! RPG doesn’t even give her time to roll around in pain before he pulls her up again. He tosses her up onto his shoulders like she weighs nothing, showing off his impressive strength before he plants her into the mat with a Samoan drop.
The shot gives Royce the time he needs to stagger into the corner and make the tag. Demi ducks under the ropes and just as Sativa is getting up she gets taken back down with a jumping hip attack that sends her rolling over one shoulder and back into the turnbuckle!
JOHNSON: “Peep This! Demi just nailed Sativa with Peep This!”
VASSA: “I’d LOVE to Peep That!”
Demi flips her hair as she struts across the ring to the opposite corner. The crowd gives a huge pop as she raises her arms into the air for a moment. Racing back across the ring she hooks her legs over the second rope and hits Sativa with a bronco buster! The cheers of the crowd get so loud they are almost deafening, mixed with high pitched whistles and cat calls.
Demi is practically rolling with laughter when she climbs off of the ropes. Ramona is furious across the ring, stomping her feet and trying to reach in and grab Demi as the short woman taunts her. Sativa stands up, starting to stumble away from the corner, but no! Demi turns around and knocks her back into the turnbuckles with a right hook!
Demi looks right at Ramona before she does a handstand, hooking her ankles around Sativa’s neck. Sativa shakes her head and struggles, grabbing Demi’s legs to try to get away. Demi wiggles her ample booty as she uses her powerful legs to pull Sativa in for a stinkface!
JOHNSON: “Demi has gotten absolutely fired up here. She seems like she’s just trying to humiliate the Black Dahlia’s now after weeks of ongoing hostility between these two teams.”
VASSA: “You call it humiliation, Steve, but I’ve paid for services like that!”
Sativa looks absolutely disgusted as she finally manages to shove Demi away. Demi rolls forward and lands in a crouch. She hesitates just a moment before running at Sativa again, but Sativa ducks out of the corner and Demi bounces off of the turnbuckles straight onto the mat. Sativa stalks over to her corner and tags Ramona back in.
Ramona snatches Demi up by the hair, seeming to pick up right where she had left off outside the ring earlier. She spins Demi around and grabs her shoulders before dropping into a backstabber! Demi is holding her back as both women get back to their feet. Ramona charges forward but Demi lashes out with a side kick that leaves Mona reeling! Demi follows up with a hair mare that sends Ramona flying toward the Black Listed corner!
Ramona manages to keep her senses and rolls out of the way before Royce can get his hands on her. Demi races back toward Ramona, but the taller woman lays her out flat with a wheelbarrow stunner! Somehow Demi manages to get back up! The two stare at one another before they each drop back toward the ropes. Ramona goes for a slingshot lariat but Demi gets there first with a springboard crossbody! Ramona is staggering as she gets up, looking for Demi only to be met with a flying spinning heel kick!
Demi drops and makes the cover!
ONE
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TWO
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THRE—KICKOUT!!!
Ramona gets her shoulder up at the last possible second. Demi looks astonished, pushing her hands back through her hair and staring down at her opponent. She grabs Ramona, about to pull her up. Suddenly the opening riffs of “Getting Away with Murder” begin to fill the theater. Demi and Ramona both stop in their tracks, staring toward the ramp.
JOHNSON: “What’s going on? That’s Antoine Rage’s music!”
VASSA: “And Dustin Reeves is with him!
JOHNSON: “What is Politically Incorrect doing out here?! They’ve already had their match tonight!”
Though Rage and Reeves stand on the stage, grinning from ear to ear as the music dies down, neither of them make a move toward the ring. Yet.
Ramona shakes off the distraction and uses a throat thrust to break Demi’s hold on her. As Ramona gets up she uses a knee to the face to create some separation. As Demi remains doubled over holding her face, Ramona charges the corner, knocking Royce off with a back elbow that sends him tumbling into the barricade!
Mona runs back to the middle of the ring, grabbing Demi by the hair and flipping her back onto the mat in payback for Demi doing the same to her earlier. Ramona looks to her partner and the two lock eyes, giving a nod. Ramona tags in Sativa, hopping up on the turnbuckle as the other woman climbs into the ring.
Sativa walks over and grabs Demi’s legs, adjusting her body until the position is just perfect. The boos of the crowd seem deafening, but Sativa’s choice words can still be heard over them as she shouts back! With a primal scream Sativa slingshots Demi toward the corner. At the same moment Ramona leaps off with a missile dropkick that catches Demi in midair! Ramona rolls out under the bottom rope as Sativa makes the cover!
JOHNSON: “Glasgow Smile! Ramona and Sativa teamed up for the Glasgow Smile, and Royce is down!”
The referee drops to the mat beside Sativa and her fallen opponent.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “They did it! The Black Dahlias did it!”
Ramona leaps back into the ring, throwing her arms around Sativa. The referee grabs each of their arms, holding them into the air.
POWERS: “Here are your winners and NEW Tag Team Champions, The Blaaack Dahliaaaaaaaaaas!!!”
JOHNSON: “The Black Dahlias just took down Black Listed, making the Tag Team Championships the THIRD title to change hands tonight at South Beach Brawl here in Miami!”
VASSA: “Unbelievable! Another amazing upset!”
Sativa and Ramona look at each other almost in disbelief as they are handed the belts. Sativa clutches hers against her chest while Ramona stares at the gold plating. At the same time they both thrust the belts into the air above their heads, taunting the crowd with their victory.
JOHNSON: “Wait!”
Antoine Rage and Dustin Reeves suddenly race down the ramp from the stage. Reeves slides into the ring, clubbing Sativa from behind. Rage stalks around the ring to where Demi and Royce are collecting themselves and grabs RPG, slamming his head down into the announcers table!
Ramona trades blows with Dustin in the ring while Sativa lays prone on the canvas. Reeves throws a haymaker at Ramona, but she ducks and nails him in the gut with a kick. He recovers just in time as she grabs him by the hair, reversing into a jawbreaker.
Demi leaps on Antoine’s back, throwing elbows into the side of his head as he tries to shrug her off. RPG slowly recovers from hitting the table, turning on Rage. He charges with a powerful clothesline, but it sends Antoine stumbling back and Demi is the one that hits the ringpost!
Officials and security begin to pour out of the back, grabbing the various competitors and trying to pull them apart as the brawl breaks out.

Inmate 31 is seen walking through the hallway of the Klipsch Amphitheater as he is showing the wounds from his war with Shane Borderland. A new backstage interviewer walks up behind Inmate and taps him on the shoulder.
REPORTER: ”Excuse me, Inmate 31, do you think I could get your thoughts on your match out there tonight?”
Right before Inmate 31 is about to turn and answer the reporter’s question, Petra Daniels pops out from behind the corner.
DANIELS: ”You promised to keep stay. You promised to keep me working. You promised to never turn your back on me. Why are you turning your back on me?”
INMATE 31: ”Petra it is time for you make it on your own. I am going home. My wife is missing me. Inmate 31 is done. Dustin Holt is coming home.”
Inmate 31 walks past Petra heading for the door when she snaps. She grabs him by the collar of his jacket and slams him back first into the wall. She gets right in front of his face and grabs it with both hands.
DANIELS: ”You can not leave me. That is not what we agreed too. Do you hear me? You will not leave me.”
Petra stands Inmate up to his feet before leveling him with her forearm. She stands over him while remaining in a stoic stance. She walks off as medical personnel comes to check on Inmate 31.

MAIN EVENT
4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION MATCH
CONNOR GATES VS. JASON CASHE VS. JAIR HOPKINS ©
VASSA: ”It’s been one hell of a night folks but the long wait has finally come to an end!”
JOHNSON: ”The long wait? I don’t know about you but I have been looking forward to this entire event since the official card was announced. This match coming up is just icing on the cake.”
VASSA: ”It’s going to be some sweet ass icing, I can promise you that! We’ve already had three title exchanges tonight. Will we see a fourth?”
JOHNSON: ”We hyped this match up earlier in the show. We all know what’s at stake here. We all know the hatred these next three wrestlers have for each other and what they’ve been through to get here tonight. The only thing that’s left now is for that bell to sound.”
VASSA: ”That right there might be the smartest thing I’ve heard you say all night.”
JOHNSON: ”Is that so?”
VASSA: ”Most definitely! Usually you’re boring me and everyone else but that comment along caught my attention.”
JOHNSON: ”Well I’m glad I was finally able to make you happy, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”You’ll make me even more happy when you shut that trap and let Mike Powers do his thing! Take it away Mike!”
The opening chords of “Love Me Electric” cut through the amphitheater as the lights dim and a spotlight hits the curtain as The Dirty Devil walks out from behind it. He raises his hands up from his sides as the crowd cheers him on. He may not be the most popular guy in the world but the crowd connects with him as Connor slides under the bottom rope and rests his forearm on his knee as he looks out over the crowd.
POWERS: ”Now in the ring from Dirtyville, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Dirty Devil”, CONNOR GGAATTEESS!!!”
The crowd is already singing along with the music as he stands to his feet. Walking over and resting one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom rope as he leans forward and yells at the crowd to get them all fired up for the ass kicking he is about to deliver.
JOHNSON: ”We’ve been saying this for weeks now but Connor Gates has been on fire ever since he stepped foot on 4CW soil.”
VASSA: ”Yes we have and I’m sure we’ll be saying it even more after tonight whether he walks away with the 4CW Championship or not.”
JOHNSON: ”Connor has taken down a few 4CW vets including the 4CW Champion himself, Jair Hopkins. Tonight, he gets another shot at Hopkins with the belt on the line.”
VASSA: ”Unfortunately for him, Hopkins isn’t going to be the only opponent standing in that ring with him. Jason Cashe will be there as well fighting for the same prize.”
The first few notes of “Cashin Out” plays and the fans rise and cheers roar out. A few deep boos are heard but are also faded out by the rips of cheering as Jason Cashe steps out onto the stage with a long platinum chain swinging around from his neck. As the chorus plays, Cashe taunts at the crowd, riling them up and showing that he’s hyped up and ready to go. He slaps himself a few times and stands at the edge of the stage.
“Coming from that H-Town
Deep rollin’ with my heater (Heat-ah)
Rolling with a Broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)
Keep a little bit of
That leaf chopped up with keef (keef keef keef)
I got everything you need what you receive (What you receiv-ah)
Got Platinum round my neck so
Y’all I’m Cashin’ Out
LEGEND
I got TITLES sittin around my waist and
Dog I’m Cashin’ Out
LEGEND
I Got KRAYZIE banging in the deck
While I’m rolling with my heater (Heat-ah)
LEGEND
Rolling with a broad named Sheeba
Blowing on Cheeba (Cheeba)”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Choice of Influence”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
As his introduction is over, the flow of Krayzie Bone begins and the smoke begins to pour out from the stage around him. He rapidly pounds his chest like Tarzan and roars out to the crowd ferociously. The roaring of the crowd only rivaling his own roar as he heads down the ramp. At ringside, he leaps up at the side of the steel stairs, grabbing the ring post and walking alongside the ring apron outside the ropes.
He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd. He dips into the ring through the middle ropes and takes two huge hits off an “Air Joint” before throwing his arms up for another round of roaring cheers from the crowd.
”RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! GO TIME!”
Removing his platinum chain with the “JC” diamond pendant he drops it out to the Ring Announcer as he drags his feet like a bull to get some traction as his music stops playing and he awaits the sound of the bell.
VASSA: ”My man, Jason Cashe!”
JOHNSON: ”He had his one on one rematch weeks ago but was unable to pull off the win as Connor saw fit to lay him out and end the match.”
VASSA: ”It was either that or Cashe was going to strangle Jair in that ring on live television.”
JOHNSON: ”Cashe and Hopkins have been at each others throats for months now. To say things have gotten a little out of hand would be an understatement. This has been complete chaos between those two.”
VASSA: ”Maybe things will finally come to an end tonight?”
JOHNSON: ”Your voice sounds as if you’re questioning that statement.”
VASSA: ”I am. With Cashe, you never know what he’s going to do, whether right or wrong.”
The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds…
“How many start a journey, but never see the end
I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens
A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed
I sew it up needle head all I need is thread
A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader
The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”
As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back, the only thing shining was the new and shiny 4CW Championship belt around his waist as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.
POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds. He is the 4CW Champion, 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. Unwrapping the title from around his waist, he holds it up high in the air, showing it off as the camera flashes catches every frame of movement. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
JOHNSON: ”The top dog, the 4CW Champion has now entered the ring!”
VASSA: ”He may not have that shiny grill anymore but at least for the moment, he still has that shiny belt.”
JOHNSON: ”Hopkins has taken the most damage from attacks over the last couple of months due to Cashe. The time is now here to fight for what is his and prove why he is the 4CW Champion.”
VASSA: ”Damage? I’m surprised he’s still able to walk. I’m surprised he’s even still alive. It hasn’t been easy for him since he became the champ but as they say, heavy is the head that wears the crown.”
JOHNSON: ”Look at you, Vinny. You’re starting to sound like you may actually know a thing or two.”
VASSA: ”Shut up, Steve! Lets get this match underway.”
With all three men in the ring, the ref walks over to Hopkins and grabs the 4CW Championship. Walking back to the center, he raises it above his head with both hands as the crowd erupts with cheers. He then walks over to the side of the ring and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before walking back to the center and checking with each corner. After getting the nod from all three, the ref throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Eager to get to work, Cashe walks to the center of the ring first, leaving Gates and Hopkins both in their corners look on. Cashe points to both corners and begins to run his mouth for a moment, daring them to step up. All of a sudden, Gates takes off from his corner and charges towards Cashe. Gates throws a haymaker but gets blocked as Cashe counters with a hard right of his own. Knocking Gates back a step, Cashe swings again and connects with another hard right to the side of the head. Backing Gates into the corner, Cashe continues to unload with punches. From behind, Hopkins hits him over the back of the head with an overhead punch. Cashe stumbles forward into Gate and the two hit the corner with a thud. Hopkins then begins to throw punches, hitting Cashe in the back of the head and Gates in the face over Cashe’s shoulder. Gates then pushes Cashe away, knocking him into Hopkins and freeing some space to get out from the corner.
Gates then throws a forearm into Cashe’s jaw, knocking his head back. He then grabs Cashe by the head and throws him to the side. Before he can square back up, Hopkins connects with a stinging right to the jaw. He then fires away with a backhand chop across Gates chest. Gates reacts by throwing a punch of his own and landing it across the Hopkins jawbone. The two the exchange punches for a moment but Hopkins quickly takes control after kicking him in the stomach. Gates lunges forward but misses as Hopkins sidesteps him and takes him to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Quickly pushes himself up, Gates turns to Hopkins but gets blindsided with an elbow to the side of the head from Cashe.
Cashe then steps into Gates and wraps his arms around him, lifts him up and throws him down to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex. Up to one knee, Cashe takes a hard kick to the back of the head from Hopkins. Grabbing him by the head, Hopkins then pulls Cashe up to his feet and quickly turns him around. He then swings and connects with a stinging knife edge chop to Cashe’s chest, sending a loud slap piercing through the sounds of the crowd. Cashe then swings forward with a right hook but misses as Hopkins ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Locking in a full nelson, Hopkins lifts Cashe up from his feet and drops him to the canvas with a front face slam.
JOHNSON: ”This is sure to be a back and forth match between these three.”
VASSA: ”Oh you bet! The action has already been back and forth. It’s like these three are dancing, each one taking a moment out to let the other two tango.”
JOHNSON: ”How long to do you think it will be before this fight finds its way to the outside of the ring?”
VASSA: ”I don’t know, Steve. That is a very good…”
JOHNSON: ”Look out!”
Just as Hopkins pushes himself up, Gates sweeps in with a dirty punch to the kidney. He then grabs Hopkins by the hair and pulls him up. Grabbing the back of Hopkins head, Gates holds it and lunges his forward, connecting with a headbutt. Not letting go of Hopkins, Gates then goes on the attack with knee and elbow strikes. Slowly wearing Hopkins down, Gates does a number on him just before lifting him up and dropping him across his knee with a backbreaker. Bouncing off of Gates knee, Hopkins hits the mat hard. Before be can even shake it off, Gates comes down with double fists across his stomach. After knocking the breath out of Hopkins, Gates pushes himself up but in an instant, Cashe knocks him back down with a shoulder block to the side.
Cashe then leaps into the air and lands on Gates, driving his head forward and nailing him with a brutal headbutt. Cashe then sits up and begins to connect with lefts and right, punches one by one. After landing half a dozen, they then turn into gorilla styled fist attacks, beating down on Gates from every angle. Cashe then grabs Gates by the head and leans forward, biting him across the forehead. The ref quickly rushes in and yells for Cashe to ease up and back away. Ignoring the command, Cashe draws back and connects with one last punch before finally pushing himself away and standing up.
He then looks over to Hopkins who is just beginning to get up himself. Cashe quickly rushes in on him and kicks him in the stomach, lifting him up from the mat a few inches. Cashe then drops a hard elbow across his shoulder blades and knocks him back to his stomach. Climbing onto his back, Cashe wraps his arm around Hopkins throat and locks hands, applying a sleeper hold. He then begins to choke the life out of him. Grabbing onto Cashe’s arm with both hands, Hopkins tries to pull his arm away but doesn’t as Cashe just locks the hold in a little tighter. Starting to show signs of wear, Hopkins movements slow down. Not easing up, Cashe cranks down on the pressure.
From behind, Gates kicks Cashe in the back of the head, breaking the hold. Cashe falls forward and rolls away from Hopkins as Gates quickly moves in and attacks before he can get to his feet. Gates stomps down on Cashe giving Hopkins time to crawl away and catch his breath. After working Cashe’s lower body, Gates grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. He then spins Cashe around and connects with a vicious punch to the temple. Gates then reaches forward and grabs Cashe’s arm, Pulling him in close, Gates turns his body and rests his back against Cashe. He then pulls forward and flips Cashe over his shoulder, sending him to his back with a judo throw.
VASSA: ”That was a pretty takedown by Connor.”
JOHNSON: ”That would be called a judo throw if I’m correct.”
VASSA: ”So now we’re showcasing martial arts?”
JOHNSON: ”Wrestling is wrestling, Vinny.”
VASSA: ”I want to see suplexes and piledrivers!”
Before Gates can make his next move, Hopkins digs his fingers into his back and gives him a nasty back rake. Screeching in pain, Gates steps forward with his back straight. Hopkins then runs in from behind, wraps his arm around Gates head and jumps into the air, driving his face into the canvas with a bulldog. Standing back to his feet, Hopkins stomps on his shoulder a couple of times before jumping into the air and coming down with an elbow drop to the back of Gates head. Not wasting anytime, Hopkins get back up and delivers a couple more stomps to that same shoulder. He then jumps into the air again but this time he comes down with a leg drop across the back of Gates head, pressing his face into the canvas.
Gaining momentum, Hopkins stands back up and goes to work on that same shoulder with more stomping. Before he can get that last stomp in, Cashe grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. Cashe then swings with a European uppercut but gets his arm caught as Hopkins blocks it and locks in a standing arm bar. With Cashe held in place, Hopkins then drops an elbow across his elbow, nearly bending his arm in half, the wrong way! Hopkins then grabs him by that same arm and gives it a rough pull, hurting it even more. He then throws Cashe to the corner across the ring. colliding with the corner, Cashe holds himself up with the ropes as Hopkins makes his move and runs towards him. Once in range, Hopkins leaps into the air and crashes into him with a body splash.
Moving out of the way, Hopkins watches as Cashe falls forward and hits the mat hard. He then turns to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. Once at the top, Hopkins patiently waits for Cashe to get back to his feet. Meanwhile, Gates has gotten back up and quickly rushes the corner. Taking notices, Hopkins leaps from the top rope and flies towards Gates. Wrapping his legs around his head, Hopkins spins around and throws Gates across the ring with a head scissors takedown. Gates rolls across the ring but comes up to his feet. Before Hopkins can stand back up, Gates charges him and swings with a hellacious clothesline. Ducking at the last second, Hopkins avoids the clothesline and steps in behind Gates. He then wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him up and throws him backwards over his head with a release German suplex.
JOHNSON: ”It looks like Jair is taking control of things.”
VASSA: ”Someone has to, right? They can’t just be going back and forth with punches from one man to the next. This is a wrestling match!”
JOHNSON: ”Since when do you care if it’s actually wrestling or fighting?”
VASSA: ”I don’t, I just want to watch people beat the hell out of each other.”
Once up, Hopkins looks behind him where Cashe is up to one knee. Instead of letting him stand up, he quickly moves in and hits him with a knee to the chest. Hopkins then grabs Cashe by the head and pulls him up to his feet but out of nowhere, Cashe jabs his thumbs into his eye out of sight from the ref. He then grabs Hopkins by the back of the head and pulls him closer to the corner before slamming his face into the top of the turnbuckle. Not letting go, Cashe slams Hopkins head again and again as the crowd counts with each landing headshot.
“THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
Cashe then looks Hopkins in the eyes and spits in his face before slamming it down one last time.
“TEN!!!”
Not letting Hopkins fall to the mat, Cashe wraps his arm over the top of his face and then grabs the front of his pants with his other hand. Lifting Hopkins off the mat, Cashe then falls back and plants him into the canvas with a lifting reverse DDT. Rolling away from Hopkins, Cashe finally stands back to his feet with a look of disgust on his face when looking down at Hopkins. He then reaches over to grab him by the head with both hands but before he can, Gates runs in from behind and plants his foot right across his ass, pushing him forward. Cashe trips over Hopkins and goes through the top and middle ropes head first into the ring post.
JOHNSON: ”AAHHH!!!”
VASSA: ”Damn Connor! You’re going to knock out the rest of his teeth!”
JOHNSON: ”At this point, after all these three have been through, I’d say that’s the last thing to cross Connor’s mind.”
Gates then grabs Cashe’s foot and pulls him away from the corner, dragging him over Hopkins as well. He then turns him over but before he can do anything, Cashe plants his free foot into his chest and kicks him away. Cashe then gets up as fast as he can but it just isn’t fast enough as Gates comes back and a hard punch to the side of the neck. With Cashe on his knees, Gates then wraps his arm around his head and plants his head into the mat with a snap DDT. Rolling Cashe over to his back, Gates quickly covers for the pin and tries to get that first elimination.
ONE
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TW… KICKOUT!!!
Shaking his head in dissatisfaction, Gates pushes himself up and gives Cashe a quick kick to the face before he has a chance to roll over to his stomach. Grabbing a handful of hair, Gates then pulls Cashe up to his feet and hits him square in the mouth with a hard right. He then flips Cashe over to his back with a snapmare. Standing up, Gates then backs up to the ropes and bounces off of them in a slow motion. Coming back at Cashe, he jumps up and drops one knee down across the top of his forehead and rolls to his back and up to his feet. Moving back in to deliver some more pain, Gates stomps on Cashe’s shoulder a few times before pressing his foot across his throat and putting all of his weight on it. Choking Cashe with his weight, Gates laughs about it. Before it goes on much longer, the ref quickly rushes in and yells for him to step away from the illegal move.
With the ref giving Cashe time to get to his feet, Gates fusses about it for a moment before running by him and driving his knee into Cashe’s side. He then applies a side headlock and walks Cashe to the center of the ring. Cranking down on the pressure, Gates tries to pop his head like a zip. After a few moments pass, Cashe plants his hand in gate’s lower back and pushes him away, sending him to the ropes. Hitting them and bouncing back with speed, Gates drops Cashe to his back with a shoulder block. Cashe quickly gets to his feet and as he does, Gates runs to the ropes once more. This time he comes back with an even harder shoulder block, sending Cashe to his back again. Refusing to stay down, Cashe pushes himself up and yells for Gates to come at him again.
Gates then runs to the ropes with speed and hits them even harder, bounces off and charges at Cashe like a freight train. Going for a third shoulder block, Gates gets hit from the side as Hopkins runs in and nearly takes his head off with a lariat. Rolling across the mat, Gates stops on the other side of the ring in a daze. Before Hopkins can turn to Cashe, he catches an elbow strike to the ear. Cashe then grabs him by the braid and turns around, pulling him along, lifting him off the mat and throwing him across the ring. Before Hopkins can even come to a stop, Cashe rushes over and kicks him, forcing him to roll over to his back. With Hopkins arms spread out, Cashe takes advantage and stomps on the fingers of his right hand. Hopkins quickly pulls his hands in and holds his fingers with his other hand.
Cashe then takes a few steps back and looks around the ring for a brief moment. He then steps forward and jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop. Before making his way to Hopkins, he crashes to the canvas as Hopkins rolls out of the way and avoids the attack. Hopkins then pushes himself up and quickly moves in on Cashe while he’s still down and feeling the after effects of that missed leg drop. Grabbing Cashe by the head, Hopkins pulls him up to his feet and then throws him to the corner behind him. Crashing into the corner with impact, Cashe hangs on to the ropes only to have Hopkins leaping in the air towards him. Planting his feet in Cashe’s stomach and grabbing him by the back of the head, Hopkins rolls backwards and sends Cashe flying across the ring with a money flip.
VASSA: ”I love that move!”
JOHNSON: ”We see it quite a bit from Jair and when we do, he makes it look good.”
VASSA: ”This match has been going back and forth but I think Jair has the advantage now, at least control… for the moment.”
JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Vinny!”
Just as Hopkins stands to his feet, Gates is right there to greet him with a palm strike to the chest. Knocking him back a step, Gates then kicks him in the stomach. Gates then moves in and raises Hopkins head as he presses his arm against his throat. Once he has him up, Gates sweeps out his leg and drives him into the canvas with an STO. Climbing on top of Hopkins, Gates grabs his arm and locks in an arm bar in the center of the ring. Pulling back on it with everything he has in the tank, Gates tries to rip it from the socket. The ref sweeps in to check with Hopkins for the submission but gets nothing as Hopkins shakes his head back and forth, telling him no. After a few moments pass and Hopkins still hasn’t given up from the move, Gates releases his arm and rolls backwards and up to his feet.
He then jumps into the air and comes down with both knees driving into Hopkins shoulder. Standing back up, Gates grabs Hopkins by that same arm and pulls him to his feet. Stepping in beside him, Gates sets him up and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Rolling over the cover Hopkins for the pin, the ref quickly slides in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
VASSA: ”I don’t think so!”
Cashe quickly runs over and stomps on the back of Gates head, breaking up the pin. He then continues to stomp on Gates until he pushes him off of Hopkins. With both men down at his feet, Cashe then goes to stomping on both before jumping into the air and coming down with a double elbow drop, one across the chest of both men. Standing up, Cashe looks to Hopkins first and swings down with force, connecting with a hard punch to the mouth. He then turns to Gates and grabs him by the head and stands him up. Before he can do anything, Gates swats away Cashe’s hands and then lunges his head forward, slamming it into Cashe’s mouth. He then lifts Cashe up from the mat and drops him down with a reverse atomic drop. Before Cashe can fall backwards, Gates grabs him by the wrist and pulls him in closer only to knock him down even harder with a clothesline from his free arm.
With Cashe on the mat, Gates grabs both of his legs and holds them up in the air. Looking around the ring and then at the ref with a smirk on his face, Gates jumps up and comes down with both legs to Cashe’s baby maker. Releasing a loud grunt in pain, Cashe quickly grabs himself and rolls over to his stomach as his face grows bright red. The ref then pulls Gates away once he stands up and gives him a warning for the low blow. After yelling at him for a moment, the ref steps aside and Gates goes back at it with an assault of kicks to the side of Cashe. One by one, kick after kick, Gates lifts him up from the canvas a little as each lands. He then goes for the field goal and kicks Cashe in the stomach, lifting him up from the canvas and flipping him over to his back.
Noticing Hopkins slowly getting up in the corner of his eye, Gates quickly turns to him and moves in for the kill. With Hopkins on all fours, Gates drops a double axe handle across his back and sends him face first into the mat. Gates then drops another double axe handle across Hopkins back. He then grabs him by the braids and pulls him up to his feet. After standing him up, Gates holds him up with one hand and then points his finger from his other hand in his face. After saying a few words, Gates draws back and lays him out with a devastating punch to the side of the head, sending Hopkins falling over to his side and crashing to the mat.
VASSA: ”Now Connor has the momentum in this match!”
JOHNSON: ”This has already been a long match and we haven’t even had an elimination yet.”
VASSA: ”They’ve been going back and forth all night, beating the living crap out of each other. Someone has to step up and eliminate somebody!”
JOHNSON: ”You got that right!”
VASSA: ”Cashe is back to his feet!”
Holding himself up with help from the ropes, Cashe stands across the ring looking across at Gates. The two lock eyes for a moment of delay. Breaking the stare down, Gates takes off towards Cashe and gains speed along the way. Throwing an overhead right punch at Cashe, Gates gets stopped with a knee to the stomach. Cashe then swings forward and connects with a brutal punch to Gates jaw, stunning him. Firing away with another, Cashe lands a stinging right hand to the middle of Gates forehead. He then swings with another and another, slowly backing Gates up across the ring. Cashe then extends both of his hands to his side and then swings them together, hitting Gates in both ears with a double ear slap. With his ears ringing, Gates leans over holding both of them in pain.
Cashe then steps in and applies a side headlock and squeezes with dear life. After a few moments of cranking down on his head, Cashe then takes one hand and gives Gates a noogie, digging hard into his skull. He then twists and flips Gates over his body and slams him to the canvas with the headlock still in tact. With the hold still in place and his body holding Gates down, Cashe then begins to unload with multiple punches to the top of the head. After ringing his bell a few times, Cashe then squeezes Gates nose and twists it, yelling out at the same time.
”HHHOOONNNNNNNNKKK!!!”
Cashe then draws back and delivers one more final blow right between the eyes of Gates and slams his head against the canvas. Pushing himself away, Cashe slowly gets to his feet as the adrenaline pumps through his veins. Cashe then grabs both of Gates ankles and raises them up, one in each hand. He then stomps like a mad man on gates crotch as if he were putting out a small fire. The ref quickly rushes in and tries to pull Cashe away, screaming for him to stop with the illegal attack. Cashe ignores the ref and continues at it, stomping away at Gates manhood.
From behind, Hopkins grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. Before he even knows what’s going on, Cashe eats a closed fist as Hopkins punches him right between the lips. Hopkins then swings with another punch but Cashe catches his hand before it collides with his face. On the fly, Cashe then bites down on Hopkins knuckles with those outside teeth. Without even thinking and just reacting, Hopkins kicks his leg up and catches Cashe right underneath the crotch. Cashe quickly lets up with the bite as Hopkins pulls his arm back and then falls to his knees. The ref then jumps in between the two and backs Hopkins away, warning him while leaving Cashe at a loss for words, holding himself and feeling that pain slowly sink in the bottom of his stomach.
Pushing himself up, Cashe barely stands to his feet, wobbling back and forth without balance. From behind, Gates slowly crawls towards him and grabs onto Cahse’s waist with one hand, pulling himself up to his knees. With his other arm, Gates then swings up with it, hitting Cashe from behind with another low blow before he even has the chance to recover from the once seconds earlier. As the ref has his back turned to the two, Hopkins looks on and see’s an opportunity. He then shakes the ref off and moves in on Cashe before he has a chance to fall to the canvas. Hopkins quickly wraps his arm over Cashe head and then tosses Cashe’s over his. Hooking Cashe by the pants, Hopkins lifts him up from the mat and then spins, turning Cashe in the process and falling to the mat, hitting him with a spinning reverse facebuster.
JOHNSON: ”BREAD N’ BUTTER!!!”
VASSA: ”Hopkins laid Cashe out!”
JOHNSON: ”This could be out first elimination. He’s going for the pin!”
VASSA: ”YYEEAAHH!!!”
Slowly covering Cashe for the pin, the ref drops down for the count as Gates stands across the ring, holding himself up with the ropes and looks on.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!”
VASSA: ”Cashe isn’t ready to call it a night, not just yet!”
Hopkins looks up at the ref in disbelief and in shock. Before he can even begin to get up, Gates rushes in and unloads with a fury of kicks and stomps to Hopkins back. Grabbing Hopkins by the head, Gates drags him away from Cashe and pulls him up to his feet. Swinging for the fences, Gates connects with a hard right to Hopkins jaw. Stumbling back a step, Hopkins regains his footing and then fires back with a punch of his own, landing it to Gates jaw. After going back a step, Gates then swings forward and hits Hopkins with another right haymaker to the jaw. Before Hopkins can even fire back, Gates then grabs his wrist and throws him to the ropes behind him.
Running to the ropes, Hopkins thinks on his feet and leaps into the air. Planting his feet into the middle rope, Hopkins springboards off and turns around to fly towards Gates. Wrapping his arm around Gates head, Hopkins goes for a springboard DDT but fails as Gates refuses to let Hopkins pull him down to the mat. After wrapping his arms around Hopkins, Gates then plants his back into the canvas with a spinebuster that rattles the ring. Slowly standing back up, Gates wastes no time and grabs Hopkins by the arm and shoulder, pulling him up to his feet. Once up, Hopkins snatches his arm away and swings forward with his other, hitting Gates in the chops with an elbow strike. Barely able to stand, Hopkins swings forward with another, hitting him in the cheek bone this time.
Gates then lunges forward with a straight punch and plants his fist into Hopkins chin. He then swings with another and hits him in the same spot, knocking him back a step. The two then go back and forth for a few moments, hitting each other with devastating punches, slowly wearing themselves out. Both show extreme signs of fatigue as they continue to beat the life out of the other. After connecting with a punch to Hopkins forehead, the two stop, unable to do nothing else but catch their breaths. The peace only last for a few seconds before both mean swing forward at the same time, connecting with the others jaw and both then falling to one knee.
VASSA: ”This thing has turned into a slugfest and they’re not going to stop until someone is knocked out.”
JOHNSON: ”If this were a boxing match, the ref would have called for the bell already.”
VASSA: ”Fortunate for us this thing is a wrestling match, a title match at that, THE top title match as a matter of fact. This thing isn’t getting stopped until someone wins it out right.”
Back to his feet in a daze, Cashe focuses on Hopkins as best as he can and slowly staggers towards him. Cashe then begins to unload with sluggish lefts and rights to each side of Hopkins head. as he grows tired himself, Cashe leans over on Hopkins and wraps his arms around him to hold himself up. As all three men take the time to catch their breaths, Cashe snaps out of it and goes to pull Hopkins up to his feet. Meanwhile, Gates grabs the ref and uses him to pull himself up, distracting him from Cashe and Hopkins.
As Hopkins stands to his feet with his head resting against Cashe’s body, a terrible look comes over Cashe’s face as he yells at the top of his lungs.
”AAAAAAAARRRRRAAAAHHHHHHH”
The camera quickly zooms in only to find Hopkins biting down on Cashe’s left nipple with both tops and bottoms clinched on tightly. Cashe begins to push Hopkins away but as he does, Hopkins jerks his head back, ripping the nipple clean off Cashe’s body.
VASSA: ”WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”
JOHNSON: ”Did he just do what I think he did?”
VASSA: ”Hopkins just bit Cashe’s nipple off! UUGGHH!!!”
JOHNSON: ”I’ve seen a lot of things in my time but this is definitely a first.”
Cashe steps back and looks down at his chest, covered in blood with his nipple nowhere in sight. He then looks at Hopkins who spits the nipple out onto the mat as blood covers his mouth. Hopkins then looks at Cashe’s chest and realizes what he has just done and begins to freak out, spitting the blood out of his mouth and gagging in the process. Cashe then looks down at his nipple on the mat in shock as the blood continues to trickle from his chest.
Gates then pushes the ref aside and rushes towards Hopkins, catching him off guard and connecting with a forearm to the face. The two exchange blows for a moment while Cashe stands in shock, eyes still locked on his nipple a few feet away from him. Gates connects with a hard right and Hopkins fires right back with a quick left to the throat. After beating each other senseless for a bit, the two then stop and turn to Cashe who isn’t even paying attention to the match. They then look at each other for a split second turns their heads back to Cashe. With both their sights set on Cashe, Hopkins swings forward with a left and Gates swings forward with a right. Taking notice at the very last second, Cashe looks over at them coming towards him with side to side punches.
As both fists close in, Cashe ducks and avoids getting his bell rung. With Hopkins and Gates both passing by, Cashe pops back up and hooks his arms around the back of both of their heads. He then jumps into the air and brings them both down with simultaneous back to back cutters.
VASSA: ”NO FUCKING WAY!!!”
JOHNSON: ”THAT WAS AMAZING!!!”
VASSA: ”Cashe just hit them both with the U.T.I at the same time!”
JOHNSON: ”Tonight has just been full of surprises!”
With both Hopkins and Gates laid out, Cashe slowly drags himself backwards and covers both, one with each arm as the ref drops in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”Did he just pin both guys?”
JOHNSON: ”He did! How does this work? Is it going to be a single elimination or both?”
VASSA: ”Lets see what the ref says.”
Standing back up, the ref looks down at the bloody pile with Cashe on top and thinks to himself for a moment. He then grabs Cashe by the arm and helps pull him up to his feet. Still looking down at both Gates and Hopkins, the ref points at them both and then throws two fingers in the air. He then signals for the bell as Cashe looks on with a surprised, yet painful look on his face.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: ”CASHE WINS IT!!! CASHE WINS IT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This is truly unbelievable.”
VASSA: ”He’s won the 4CW Championship for the third time!”
JOHNSON: ”Was it worth it though? He did lose a nipple over it.”
The ref walks to the edge of the ropes and grabs the 4CW Championship from a member of the ringside crew on the outside. He then walks back to Cashe who is holding his chest, trying to stop the hole from bleeding. Cashe then grabs the championship with his free hand and then raises it above his head and the crowd goes crazy with a huge pop. The ref then grabs the hand holding the wound and raises it in the air.
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Champion, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
Cashe quickly pulls his arm away from the ref and covers the wound with his hand as blood still pours from it. The ref quickly pulls out a hand towel from his pocket and hands it to Cashe to cover the hole and stop the bleeding. He then waves to the back for medical staff to get down to the ring and assist Cashe and his new battle wound.
JOHNSON: ”This has been a crazy night full of surprises but all good things must come to an end.”
VASSA: ”We’ve had three title exchanges earlier in the night and this one right here makes four. Every single championship exchanged hands tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”This has been a historic night in 4CW history, one like no other.”
“Cashin Out” blares over the sound system as the EMT’s finally make it down to ringside. Assisting Cashe out of the ring, the sit him on a stretcher and attend to the wound.
VASSA: ”FInally! Get the damn man some help already!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s unfortunate that we can’t celebrate here with Cashe in his victory right now but the man needs medical attention ASAP. Plus, we’re out of time.”
VASSA: ”That’s what you think! I’m about to go hit this after party and get my Miami hustle on tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s been a great night here in 4CW but the show must end. Be sure to catch us in two weeks when we head back to our home territory and kick off Adrenaline live from Phoenix, Arizona!”
VASSA: ”It’s good to go home but I love it out here on this national scene!”
JOHNSON: ”Me too, Vinny. But, we need to show those folks in Arizona what a real wrestling event is all about. We just rocked Florida! Now it’s time to rock the south-west again1″
VASSA: ”Well, lets party!”
JOHNSON: ”I think I might join you for a little bit of parying, Vinny. It’s been a great night folks. We’ll see you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good Night!”
The camera follows Cashe up the entrance ramp as the EMT’s wheel him away from the ring. Wrapped in bandages, Cashe holds the championship above his head with one hand as the fans chant in the background…
“4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W…”
Zooming in for one last look at the 4CW Championship, the scene then slowly fades as the chanting is still heard over the entire amphitheater.

“4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W… 4-C-W…”