SOUTH BEACH BRAWL I (036)

KLIPSCH AMPHITHEATER [MIAMI, FLORIDA]
APRIL 29TH, 2015

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!”

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!”
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…”

PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
AIDAN CARLISLE VS. LO’RENZO PORTER ©
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!!!”
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.”
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 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!”
“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.”
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?”
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.”
“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.”
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.”
“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.”
“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.”
JOHNSON: ” Ring of pain by Carlisle!!”
VASSA: ” She’s digging deep for the strength to pull out these moves!”
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.”
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!”
“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!!”
“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.”
“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.”
POWERS: ”Your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”

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…”
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: “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…”
LEE: “Worship me.”

AIDAN: “Thank you! Thanks guys!”
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?”
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!”
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…”

EXTREME RULES MATCH
SHANE BORDERLAND VS. INMATE 31
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!!!
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”It looks like we’re getting this match underway immediately, with no time wasted!”
JOHNSON: ”Can Borderland come back from already taking two chair shots to the back of the head?”
VASSA: ”It looks like he already is!”
JOHNSON: ”Jesus! IS INMATE 31 DEAD?!”
JOHNSON: ”STOP THE MATCH! BORDERLAND HAS BEEN STABBED!”
VASSA: ”T-This is definitely not for the faint of heart.”
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…”
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!”
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!”

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?”
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?”

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.”
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!”
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!”
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.”



”YOUNG” MANNIE ROMERO VS. BRENNAN DEVLIN
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!!!”
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.”
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring, BRENNAN DDEEVVLLIINN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”And here is Young Mannie’s opponent, Brennan Devlin, who is hearing it from this raucous South Beach crowd.”
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.”
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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.”
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.”
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!!!”
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.”
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: ”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.”
WALLACE: ”Mannie, how are you doing? It’s been a good while since we’ve last spoken.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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…”
WALLACE: ”Where are you going? I expected more out of you than this.”
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.”

DR. HYDE: “Great job, boys! Remove their masks. Lets see their faces and who we’re dealing with!”
LOU: “Watch the face… watch the face!”
EDDIE: “We’re busted…”
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?”
RAGE: “I told you they were the wrong people for the job…”
REEVES: “That’s why we were Plan B!”

VERONICA TAYLOR VS. XANDOR KALEL
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1 2 3 Whoo
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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.”
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!”
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.”
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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.”
JOHNSON: ”It looks like Xandor Kalel is tired of playing around, and is down to serious business.”
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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.”
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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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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a match! The big man somehow came out on top after being on the defensive almost the entire match!”

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: “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: “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.”

TORNADO TAG STRAIGHT JACKET MATCH
CREATURE FEATURE VS. POLITICALLY INCORRECT
POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first accompanied by Dr. Formalda Hyde… Murgatroid and Monster Mash, CREATURE FEATURE!!!”
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!”
“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!!!”
“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!!!”
“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!”
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.”
VASSA: ”Reeves better do something to because I wouldn’t want to be where he’s at right now.”
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.”
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.”
VASSA: ”DDAAMMNN!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Flash Photography!”
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.”
POWERS: ”And the winners… Politically IN-CCOORRRRRRRREECCTT!!!”



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…”
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 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.”
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.”
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 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.”
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?”
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?”
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 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.”
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?”
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.”
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.”
RAMONA: “Oh do you see that here?”
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.”
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?”

ROYCE: ”What the hell!?”
ROYCE: ”I don’t like this at ALL! Demi I don’t usually give a damn who you mingle with but CASHE!?! Come on…”
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!!”
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: ”It’s both her beauty and that booty, I ain’t gonna lie!”
ROYCE: ”You piece of shit!”
DEMI: ”Stop! Do either of you want to risk our matches tonight over this small crap? Think!”
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..”
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…”

FELICITY BANKS VS. KIRSTA LEWIS
“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!!!”
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!!!”
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!”
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!”
JOHNSON: “Felicity back on top just like that as she has Kirsta down.”
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.”
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!”
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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TWO
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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!”
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.”
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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THR–
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!”
JOHNSON: “Kirsta might just want to lookout!”
VASSA: “Oh boy, the face!”
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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!!!”

COOPER: ”These are the annulment papers your attorney faxed over to my hotel to dissolve your marriage to Alexis.”
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?”
KALEL: ”Done.”
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.”
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.”
KALEL: ”Come on, Coop. You know the business. Otherwise, I’m fine going solo.”
COOPER: ”I’ll think about it.”
KALEL: ”If you’ll excuse me, Coop. I want to jump in the shower and get out of here.”
COOPER: ”Of course! I’ll send these back to your attorney right now.”

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 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!!!”
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.”
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.”
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.
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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!”
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.
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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.
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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.”
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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!”
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!!
JOHNSON: “Roxi was so close, but Seamus just isn’t done yet!”
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.”
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!”
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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!
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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.
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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “The Hero triumphs again!”
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!”
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.”

RPG: “Cashe!”
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?”
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!”
WALLACE: “YOU’LL BE PARTNERS AT THE HOW SHOW!!”
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!”
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…”

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!”
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!!!”
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.”
“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!!!”
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.”
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!!!”
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!!!”
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!!!”
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.”
“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!!!”
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!!!”
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.”
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!”
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.”
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!”
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Havok’s hanging on the top of the barbed wire ropes like a shirt on a clothesline!”
JOHNSON: ”This is going to be bad.”
VASSA: ”We wouldn’t have it any other way in a match like this!”
CCRRAACCKK!!!
JOHNSON: ”And Say Goodnight!”
VASSA: ”GOODNIGHT!!!”
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.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Extreme Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
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.”

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.”
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.”
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: “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: “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!”
FLO-RIDA: “IT’S GOIN’ DOWN FORRR REAALLL!!!”
HOPKINS: “Yeah, what he said…”

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!”
“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!”
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.”
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 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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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!
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!”
JOHNSON: “That’s the Braindead! Royce just took two massive shots in a row. Can Sativa capitalize?!”
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 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!”
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!”
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!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “They did it! The Black Dahlias did it!”
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!”
JOHNSON: “Wait!”
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.

REPORTER: ”Excuse me, Inmate 31, do you think I could get your thoughts on your match out there tonight?”
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.”
DANIELS: ”You can not leave me. That is not what we agreed too. Do you hear me? You will not leave me.”

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!”
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!!!”
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.”
“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!!!”
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.”
“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!!!”
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.”
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!”
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!”
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.”
“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.”
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!”
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!”
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!”
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!!!”
ONE
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TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!”
VASSA: ”Cashe isn’t ready to call it a night, not just yet!”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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.”
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.”
POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new 4CW Champion, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
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.”
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!”
“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…”