ADRENALINE E28 (047)



B A C K S T A G E

The cameras open backstage where newly signed Underground talent Otto Corban stands with his back leaned against the wall. He’s dressed in an all white suit tonight, but to spice it up he’s wearing some grey loafers. He tosses an apple up and down in his hand. Chuckling as he looks up at the camera.

OTTO: “What was that I just saw? Three lost souls who have no idea that they are truly pathetic. If they are some of the best Underground has to offer then I’ll be to the top in no time.”

He chuckles once more.

OTTO: “What you all don’t know is that I’ve been sent here. I’ve been sent here to enlighten you all. Free you from the things like you just saw. Guide you in the right direction.”

He stops tossing the apple and takes a bite out of it. Spitting the apple out and throwing the apple down the hall.

OTTO: “RIPE!!”

He wipes his mouth with his handkerchief.

OTTO: “Don’t you just hate rotten apples? I know I do, and one thing I’ve seen is a bunch of rotten souls running rampant around Underground with no guidance. Now that I’m here that’s all about to change.”

He pulls his hair back from flowing in his face.

OTTO: “Right now this is just a fair warning. Things are about to change around here. I’m on a mission to help you all. If you don’t take it and follow me you will suffer. Point blank and simple.”

He rolls his eyes, straightening the collar on his suit.

OTTO: “Today is the day of a new dawn. I am Otto Corban…your personal Jesus and it’s time to get enlightened.”

He smirks as the camera begins to fade out.

UNDERGROUND
O’RIAN VS. TRAVIS DEACON HALL

The two charge at one another the moment the bell rings, barely giving the official time to get out of the way. They lock up, struggling back and forth for several long moments until Hall gets the upper hand and takes O’Rian down with a swinging neckbreaker. Before the Canadian can get back to his feet Travis follows up with a few stomps and a jumping knee drop. O’Rian rolls away to escape the onslaught, dragging himself to his feet using the ropes. As soon as he stands Hall crashes into him with a corner clothesline.

The Lunatic manages to stay on his feet somehow, stumbling out of the corner. Travis throws himself forward, rocking the ring with a Thesz press to O’Rian. He throws lefts and rights into the face of his downed opponent, striking until the Ref calls him off. Without giving the other man the chance to get up, Hall drags him to his feet by the hair and locks him up for a belly to belly suplex.

Travis steps back, taking a few moments to catch his breath as O’Rian barely makes it to his feet by the count of 10. As soon as the Canadian is standing, Hall nails him with a spear and several more mounted punches. Both men stand and Travis whips O’Rian into the ropes, laying him out with a snap scoop powerslam. Backing away once more, Hall bides his time until O’Rian stands, nailing him with the Last Call TDH then makes the cover for the ONE, TWO and THREE!!!

B A C K S T A G E

El Futuro is seen heading out for his match back stage with the Mexican Flag draped over him like a cap. He is stopped by Gabriel Hartman.

HARTMAN: ”El Futuro can I get a few words with you?”

El Futuro stops and pats Hartman on the back

EL FUTURO: “Sí”

(yes)

HARTMAN: ”So you do understand English right?”

El Futuro seems to laugh, pats Hartman on the back again.

EL FUTURO: “Si”

(Yes)

HARTMAN: ”I know that your match against Jake Orton is coming up next. How are you handling the new found success that you have found here in 4CW?”

EL FUTURO: “El éxito sólo se define con lo que haces ahora. Las cosas que he podido hacer hasta ahora no importan. Sólo lo que soy capaz de hacer esta noche será recordado. Así que soy tan bueno como mi pareja actual.”

(Success is only defined with what you do now. The things I have been able to do up to now do not matter. Only what I am able to do tonight will be remembered. So i’m only as good as my current match)

HARTMAN: ”People have been saying that you could be the next big thing on this roster. How are you going to handle the pressure that is being put on you?”

EL FUTURO: “Presión? No hay ninguna presión aquí. Sólo voy por ahí y mostrando al mundo lo que El Futuro se trata. Usted está bien va a amarme o odiarme. No puedo dejar que ese efecto mí.”

(Pressure? There is no pressure here. I’m just going out there and showing the world what El Futuro is all about. You are either going to love me or hate me. I can’t let that effect me.)

HARTMAN: ”There is no way that you are as clean cut as you are coming off. There has to be something evil under that mask.”

EL FUTURO: “Si”

(yes)

HARTMAN: ”That’s it just yes? “

EL FUTURO: “Si”

(yes)

El Futuro again just pats Hartman on the back and smurks. Hartman just shakes his head in frustration.

HARTMAN: ”You are a tough nut to crack.”

EL FUTURO: “Si”

(yes)

HARTMAN: ”Stop that now, one last question before your match. How are you feeling about going up against Jake Orton?”

EL FUTURO: “Esto va a ser un gran partido. Sé que Orton es uno de los tipos más duros de metro y sé que tiene un conjunto de habilidades que aún tengo que ir en contra de aquí en metro. Dicho esto también tengo un conjunto único de habilidades. Un conjunto de habilidades que me han traído hasta 4CW y me han traído éxito hasta ahora. Así que me siento bien entrar en este partido y yo estamos ansiosos por ver cómo me encuentro contra Orton.”

(This is going to be a great match. I know that Orton is one of the toughest guys on Underground and I know that he has a set of skills that I have yet to go up against here on Underground. With that said I also have a unique set of skills. A set of skills that have brought me to 4CW and have brought me success so far. So I’m feeling good going into this match and I look forward to seeing how I stand against Orton.)

HARTMAN: ”El Futuro we will be waiting to see who gets the one…two…three victory.”

EL FUTURO: “No Hartman es uno, dos, tres.”

HARTMAN: ”That’s what I said.”

EL FUTURO: “Si”

(Yes)

El Futuro takes off the Mexican Flag cap and wraps it around Hartman, taps him on the back once more as his music hits and he heads out to the ring.

HARTMAN: ”There you have it folks your Mexican Superstar of 4CW.”

UNDERGROUND
JAKE ORTON VS. EL FUTURO

As the bell rings Jake Orton comes out swinging, looking to make the first move. However El Futuro ducks and takes the other man down with a snap DDT. As Orton is getting to his feet El Futuro gets some extra momentum by bouncing off of the ropes and launching into a perfectly executed swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers loudly as he follows up with several elbow drops in a row.

The roar of the fans gets even louder as he goes to the top rope and flies off in a moonsault. He goes for the pin but Orton kicks out after two. They lock up as they stand, but El Futuro is quick to find an advantage, taking Jake down with a snap suplex. He waits just long enough for Orton to get up before laying him back out with a hellacious backbreaker.

El Futuro goes for the ropes again, this time sailing through the air with a flying elbow drop that hits its mark. Jake is slow to get to his feet, giving El Futuro time to set up a springboard hurricanrana. He tries for the pin again, but Orton still kicks out after two. Jake gets to his feet once more, only to be met with El Irresistible Conclusión. Dropping for yet another pin, this time El Futuro gets the three count.

B A C K S T A G E

With Kaylyn James Evans recently returning, things on a relationship front couldn’t be anymore confusing for Jason Cashe. He had “hooked up” with Niobe Martin at Ante Up and it was engraved in his memory since then. KJE was familiar but Niobe was something that fit him better. He wanted to at least give it a shot, to see if it was more than just some relationship that SO many people are having these days.

JCASHE: “Niobe…Hey…NIOBE!!”

NIOBE: “Ahhhh!”

She didn’t see him approaching up from behind. Her headphones plugged into her ears, she didn’t hear him approach either but she was on her toes and was ready for it. Snatching something from her waistline, spinning around as the sounds of snapping is heard and Cashe’s eyes go wide as he is tased by “The Nightmare” Niobe Martin.

JCASHE: “Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!!”

His rapid groan as his body shakes, Niobe really notices who it was and releases the button sending the former Champion pain as he drops to the floor, jolting some as the electricity runs through him.

NIOBE: “Ha Ha! That’s what you get for sneaking up on someone!”

JCASHE: “Ughhh…That sucked! Never get use to being tased, I swear…”

She extends a hand to help him up but he doesn’t take it. He rolls to his side and pops up as he pushes off the ground. Brushing himself off, he points at the taser still in her hand.

JCASHE: “Can you put that away now? Please..?”

Smiling, Niobe returns the taser to her waistline. He wasn’t sure why she was carrying one but being in a Title match, the night full of high stakes for her, it made sense enough to feel protected so he didn’t ask. Instead he found himself watching the v-shape of her body as she took off her headphones, turning and putting them onto a table before officially greeting him.

NIOBE: “Hiya heh! A girl has to have some extra protection!”

JCASHE: “It’s fine, not the first, probably not the last time I get tased..Haha! How you doing? Tonight is a big night for you huh? You ready?…”

NIOBE: “I think so. Knuckles has been working with me to get me ready, I’m ready to change and become something and that starts here tonight. How are you? Sorry about the loss too, I felt bad. Was it cause we..?”

JCASHE: “Ha! I wish I could blame someone but it was my decision to put Hopkins and myself to the outside at the end of the match. My mistake, my loss.”

NIOBE: “That’s good. So…what can I do for you tonight?”

That got Cashe “happy” just the thought of the things she could do. Licking his lips he had half a mind to say them but wasn’t trying to botch the conversation.

JCASHE: “Nothing really..I mean I just wanted to come and give you Good Luck and maybe see if you’d want to do something later?”

NIOBE: “Oh? Ummm well…I mean I just assumed that what happened at Ante Up was a one time thing? You sure that wouldn’t make things weird? I mean we are both training at the same place now and we both have ties to Knox…I dunno..”

Holding up a hand to stop her, Cashe shakes his head no as he tries to explain his meaning.

JCASHE: “Things are way past weird. I wrestled with your scent…STILL in my beard at Ante Up! I’m not trying to go out and date like some goon. That’s not what I’m saying..I just mean..I had fun, there was some sparks there am I wrong? I just thought we’d…ya know…see what happens!”

NIOBE: “Well it can’t make it any more awkward that’s for sure! Hehe, sure why not! To Celebrate or help me take my mind off things if I..lost..”

JCASHE: “Don’t start second guessing yourself. Max is a tough dude from what I’ve seen but I’ve watched you climb, fight to be where you are now. Trouble finds us all but you’ve managed to own it. I can relate to that..”

NIOBE: “Thanks Jason.”

JCASHE: “Let me get outta here, got some things to handle tonight but I’ll come find you later. Good luck, knock em dead.”

Leaning forward, Niobe wraps her arms around Cashe and gives him a hug. He embraces it and inhales deeply as they squeeze together. Pulling away, he nods and turns to leave Niobe so she can prepare for her match.

R I N G S I D E

Awesome by Shy Glizzy blares through the arena speakers, the crowd jump to their feet applauding Jada as she makes her way from behind the curtain, she stops at the top of the ramp with a mic in hand and plays to the crowd before speaking.

MONTANA: ”I rarely come out here and address the crowd, the people, or even the fools running around backstage because I’m the type of person that likes less talking and more fighting, that’s just me, an angry ass bitch.”

Jada chuckles while the crowd cheers.

MONTANA: ”But I’m about to be on some Peter Family Guy shit and let y’all know what really grinds my gears. First off what grinds my gears is the fact that Royce and Drew haven’t accepted my challenge yet, Royce I understand is annoying period, he can’t help that but Drew, all this man does is sit on Twitter and pick on people, I don’t know if he didn’t get enough attention as a child but I feel like he really needs someone to knock him in his mouth and I feel like doing that.”

The crowd cheers on Jada.

MONTANA: ”Y’all wanted to attack my boy Brandon but when the challenge is thrown out there, y’all run and hide, now that’s the shit that really grinds my gears, I can’t stand a punk ass dude. Y’all wanna know what else grinds my gears? The fact that I’ve been kicking ass since I’ve signed a contract and I’ve yet to see Gold, y’all got these other chickens running around getting title shots but they not putting the work in like I am. After I finish sweeping the ring with Cuttah’s face I’m going to work on putting some gold around this waist, I don’t care whose face I have to beat in, I’m grabbing some gold.”

Jada starts to make her way down the ramp, she slowly slides underneath rope and into the ring.

MONTANA: ”I told y’all before that Jada’s the biggest boss around these parts, and it’s about to get worst. I got a target on everyone’s head so no ones safe, and Cuttah bring your ass out here so I can put your ass to sleep, it’s nighttime baby!”

Jada drops the mic and starts bouncing off the ropes waiting for Cuttah to come out.

B A C K S T A G E

The scene opens at ringside with Johnson and Vassa sitting behind the commentator’s table. The crowd is visible behind them, holding up some signs and cheering because they are being featured on camera.

VASSA: ” “Folks before we get to our next match. We need to go over what happened earlier this week.”

JOHNSON: ” “That’s right. Just a few days ago 4CW ‘s very own Shadow was arrested in Fairfax County by local law enforcement officers.”

VASSA: ” “Which didn’t make any sense to me; I mean the man was just filming something for the 4CW universe. There was no reason for the sheriff’s office to react the way they did.”

JOHNSON: ” “That’s debatable; after all they did give Shadow clear directions which he didn’t follow.”

VASSA: ” “Still, they didn’t have to mace him!”

JOHNSON: ” “Would you have rather them taze him?”

VASSA: ” “It’s because of their actions, Shadow was held in a Fairfax County detention center for the past four days. I mean no one would even pay his bail!

JOHNSON: ” “Here let’s take a look at how this all went down.”

The camera fades to the evening time scene where Shadow is standing in the middle of the Langley Fork district on August 8. Shadow is busy running his mouth about his opponent for this week John “Scar” Winters. The big man stands there in his new T shirt and sunglasses rambling on.

SHADOW: “…just because it ain’t quick doesn’t mean I won’t make it pa—“

OFFICER: “Excuse me sir, do you know what time it is?”

Shadow puts his hands up and backs away from the camera as the officer comes on screen. The scene skips forward a moment to the office yelling to Shadow.

OFFICER: “…keep your hands up!”

Shadow snaps his arms back up and then it fades to the officer pointing to the camera. Shadow still has one arm up and the other is removing his sunglasses.

OFFICER: “Joe, confiscate the camera!”

Shadow takes a step toward the camera and points with his right hand, his left holds his shades. That’s when the first officer whips out a can of pepper spray and hazes Shadow’s eyes with the mist of agonizing death. The big man howls in a tone in what can only be described how a man getting a VD test in free clinic screams when the shove a Q-tip up his urethra. (Yes it hurts THAT bad). That’s when the deputy shuts off the camera and the scene fades back to ringside.

JOHNSON: ”Have you ever heard a grown man scream like that?”

VASSA: ”Not cool, Johnson, not cool. Now while 4CW CEO Perry Wallace refused to bail him out, I did receive word that Shadow posted bail this morning and is here tonight!”

That statement draws a roaring cheer from the crowd who can hear them.

VASSA: ”You just have to wonder what kind of condition Shadow will be in tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s true, when you are blasted with pepper spray; it stays with you for days. You have to wonder if Shadow’s eyes will be 100%”

VASSA: ”If he can’t see opponent what kind of disadvantage does that put him at against Scar?”

JOHNSON: ”A big one.”

At that moment John Winter’s music begins.

UNDERGROUND
SHADOW VS. JOHN WINTERS

Both men are eager for the fight, lunging at one another almost before the bell can be rung. Shadow comes out with a big clothesline that flips Winters completely over in the air before he hits the mat. As Shadow goes for a knee drop, John rolls out of the way at the last moment, retaliating with a shining wizard kick before Shadow can recover from the missed move. While the bigger man is still down Winters delivers a fist drop.

Winters bounces off of the ropes, looking for a clothesline but Shadow locks him up and lifts him in a stalling vertical suplex that shakes the entire ring. Before John can stand Shadow follows up with a leg drop. Both men get back to their feet at almost the same time, trading blows back and forth. Winters with a throat thrust, Shadow with a pair of chops to the chest, Winters with a haymaker, Shadow with a European Uppercut.

Winters finally whips Shadow into the ropes, leaning over for a back body drop. Shadow catches himself, however, and gives John a kick to the face instead. Winters fires back with a short arm clothesline, hanging on and going for a second. Shadow breaks free with a sudden chokeslam. Winters staggers back to his feet, but Shadow is waiting and nails the Dark Star Drop, pinning him for the three count.

B A C K S T A G E

We see a Janitor mopping up backstage after Underground. He whistles a mindless tune. Suddenly, he hears a faint sound and looks up. He sees nothing, but down the hall , somewhere, a violin plays a Traditional Hungarian tune…

JANITOR: “Why do I get all the crazies? Let’s go see who it is.”

He walks down the hall, and the sound echoes more loudly than before.

JANITOR: “Who’s there? You’re not supposed to be here!”

Still the bow scratches off music.

JANITOR: “Whoever it is, he’s a good violinist. *Yelling now* Come out! You can’t be back here!”

No answer.. Only the Violin. The Music goes from a fast paced piece to a slow, almost mournful tune. He opens one door at the very end of the hall.

JANITOR: “They gotta be in HERE!”

The Violin now plays on the other end of the hall.

JANITOR: “What the-”

Running up the hall, now out of breath, he arrives at Perry Wallace’s office. The proprietor of 4CW is not in, but on his desk-is a single Tarot Card- The Wheel of Fortune.

Eerie as it is, A wolf howls somewhere in the darkness outside and the custodian shivers instinctively, as he reaches for a shaking hand for his two-way radio.

JANITOR: “Someone call Mr. Wallace! There’s been a break-in!”

The Violin slows to a crawl as it fades away, and for the first time a voice besides the cleaning man’s is heard. A deep voice, with a heavy, Slavic Accent.

VOICE: ”Even a Man who is pure in heart and Says his prayers by night…”

UNDERGROUND
DK CUTTAH VS. JADA MONTANA

As the opening bell rings Jada leaps up onto the top turnbuckle in her corner and launches off, going for a hurricanrana, but DK catches her in midair, lifting her above his head to start things off with a massive military press slam. Without giving Montana even a second to recover he launches into a series of mudhole stomps. Jada has to roll out of the ring to escape as the official backs Cuttah away so she can re-enter the ring.

As soon as Montana has both feet back on the mat DK charges in. Jada moves at the last second and counters with a spinning neckbreaker. Pressing the advantage while she has it, Montana fires off two quick elbow drops. As Cuttah starts to get to his feet Montana backs away, wisely keeping room between herself and the much larger man. DK goes for a running turnbuckle thrust, but Jada side-steps. Cuttah catches himself expertly before going shoulder first into the ring post. As DK turns from the corner Montana hits him with a spinning wheel kick.

Cuttah powers back to his feet and in the same motion launches himself toward Jada, folding her in half with a massive spear. Grabbing Montana while she is still down, he lifts her almost effortlessly from the canvas and slams her back down with a deadlift powerbomb. The referee reaches the count of eight before Jada makes it back to her feet. With a burst of energy from nowhere Montana races across the ring, possibly going for a DDT. But DK ducks! Jada is thrown up onto his shoulders and Cuttah his the Apocalypse Now, holding on at the end to make the pin and picking up the ONE, TWO and THREE!!!

ADRENALINE E28 [047]

BELLCO THEATRE FAIRFAX, VIRGINIA

AUGUST 12TH, 2015

Opening up to an overhead shot in the EagleBank Arena, “Survivor” by Eminem plays over the sound system. With a full house on hand, the roars from the crowd rumble throughout the entire arena. Down at ringside, the new 4CW Hot Shots entertain the crowd on each side of the ring. Being the newest editions to 4CW, Holly Joy Garfield, Lex Calloway, Kaylyn James Evans and Jazzlynn Husher make themselves at home in their debut in ringside entertainment.

With the best view in the house, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth ready to kick start the official card of Adrenaline. Dressed to impress, the two sit anxiously at the booth in their never before seen suits. On top of the booth, a bottle of whiskey sits in front of Vinny with a half empty glass next to it. As the music slowly begins to fade out, the Hot Shots group together at the bottom of the entrance ramp and wave to the crowd once more before making their way towards the back.

JOHNSON: ”Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson, and this handsome young man beside me is the one and only, Vinny Vassa!”

VASSA: ”Thank you for the introduction, Steve. These people know who we are though. We only moved into larger venues, we didn’t move to an entirely new fanbase.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely right about that, Vinny. Tonight is a landmark for 4CW as we have in fact moved into larger venues and out of the theaters and music halls we’ve all grown accustomed to. We’re also following our biggest event of the year, Ante Up, where we had quite a few big things go down and history made.”

VASSA: ”We really did! First and foremost, we have a new 4CW Champion and one that has made history and will forever be the first female to ever hold the championship.”

JOHNSON: ”It was a crazy match from start to finish but Felicity Banks took the lead in the final seconds of the match and won her first 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: ”Don’t get me wrong when I say this, I love Cashe, but I’m glad to see some sex appeal hold that strap and be at the top of the food chain here in 4CW. Cashe was a great champion, three times in fact, something that no one has accomplished. The closest anyone is to that record still needs two reigns and that’s easier said than done.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve heard the words come straight from his mouth and he’s made it clear that if he didn’t retain that he would step out of the picture for an entire year. I don’t think that’s anything official, maybe we’ll get the opportunity to hear him address that live here tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”The landscape changed a lot at Ante Up. We also have a new 4CW Pride champion as Brennan Devlin walked out of the gauntlet the winner.”

VASSA: ”Some folks would say that he had the easiest opportunity with being the last person to enter but I disagree. No one in that match was a push over. RPG, Flipp and the former champ, Aidan, are all top notch wrestlers and any one of those could have won it. If we were to do that match again tonight I would say that the outcome would be totally different. Then if we did it a third and fourth time, the outcome would still change over and over. That’s how stacked the talent was in this match.”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself. 4CW has been growing steady and so has the talent pool. We’re deep in talent and there’s no shallow end in 4CW. We have the best wrestlers this business has to offer. Yes, I said that! I’ll argue with anyone who wants to question that statement.”

VASSA: ”We had one other change happen with a championship. I wouldn’t consider it that drastic of a change. The Tag Team belts didn’t change hands but it seems we have finally found a partner for Ramona as her and the 4CW Extreme champ, Dakota Smith, had a successful title defense against Creature Feature in a slobber knocker.”

JOHNSON: ”I hope we get to hear from The Deadly Sins tonight. I want them to address this so we can know exactly what is going on with the Tag Team belts. Will Dakota be the new partner and champion alongside Ramona?”

VASSA: ”I’ve heard a little rumor and I don’t know how true it is but a little birdie told me that Dakota and Devlin could possibly both be a Tag Team champion making it a three person team.”

JOHNSON: ”I heard the same thing too.”

VASSA: ”Three people though? How does that work?”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not quite sure but more than likely we will hear something on the matter as we have an eight team tournament taking place in four weeks from tonight with the belts on the line.”

VASSA: ”The tag division had been kind of quiet but once this tournament was announced, I’ve heard numerous talk of teams forming and if this is true, I can guarantee that this tournament will be top notch.”

JOHNSON: ”Where do you get your information from?”

VASSA: ”Don’t worry about that, lets just get on with the show. We have a schedule to keep and we haven’t even mentioned the lineup for tonight.”

Johnson lifts a stack of papers up from the booth and flips through them before pulling one out and placing it on top. He then looks over the sheet of paper as Vinny pours himself a drink.

JOHNSON: ”We’re already had a few matches take place earlier tonight. You all can stream those from the website, 4CWrestling dot com. Our Underground has a bit of talent itself but unfortunately we don’t have enough time in the slot to air it with the rest of the show. However, we do have the Underground Championship match opening things here tonight with Maximus Dunn and Niobe Martin.”

VASSA: ”We saw the title on the line at Ante Up but had a third wheel that seemed to get in the way more than anything. He wasn’t really a factor in the match but we didn’t have an official outcome for the match either. Both Niobe and Max scored the pinfall on Garrett so we were left with a draw. Tonight, we will hopefully see a conclusion to that and crown the first Underground Champion.”

JOHNSON: ”We have a few debuts tonight, some big names that the fans of 4CW know, even fans outside of 4CW. First off, Demi Griffin will be making her return to the ring as she’ll face off against John Austin.”

VASSA: ”I’m going to go ahead and say it. I don’t know how much wrestling I’ll be paying attention to. My eyes will be locked on her backside.”

JOHNSON: ”We wouldn’t expect anything different from you, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”What I’m really excite for is the return of The Red Pioneer! He made an appearance at Ante Up and now he’s back. It’s been far too long but I’m sure the wait will be well worth it after we see him back in action.”

JOHNSON: ”In an extreme rules match no less. I remember back when the Extreme Championship had television stipulations. The Red Pioneer built a solid foundation for that championship. This is going to be exciting!”

VASSA: ”Oh we’re far from being done with the big returns and matches for the evening.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely right. Our former Vice President of 4CW, Frankie Morrison, stepped down from 4CW management and has brought his client to the ring. That man is no one other than Chris Madison.”

VASSA: ”That name should ring a bell with anyone who is a fan of this sport. He’s been doing this for a very long time and I for one am stoked that he’s signed with 4CW and will be competing here.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re not the only one! I know of the man and he is a workhorse. The roster better take notice tonight because I wouldn’t be surprised if his only intentions for the night are to make an impact.”

VASSA: ”So that’s another big name we have here in 4CW. I understand that we are hosting a cross promotional match tonight between Boardwalk Wrestling and High Octane Wrestling…”

JOHNSON: ”Look at you on top of your game tonight! We will be hosting a cross promotional match as CJ O’Donnell will be defending his Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Championship against Scott Stevens of HOW.”

VASSA: ”I’m not going to lie, I’m going to shoot you straight. I don’t know a lick about either one of these men we have scheduled for later tonight in the headline. I just know they aren’t signed with 4CW but we are hosting this match on neutral ground.”

JOHNSON: ”That we are! The only thing I can say is that we’ll just have to wait and see this one unfold. I don’t know what else to say to be honest.”

VASSA: ”So if that’s the headline, I can only assume that our next match in the mix will be out final, that being the main event. Who do we have, Steve?”

JOHNSON: ”This is another stacked match we have in the lineup. Jair Hopkins will be climbing in the ring with our new 4CW Pride Champion, Brennan Devlin.”

VASSA: ”Coming straight out of the Pride Gauntlet into this… things aren’t getting any easier for him, are they?”

JOHNSON: ”When have things EVER been easy here in 4CW?”

VASSA: ”My point exactly! We don’t have an easy button and there won’t be one anywhere to be found for this main event. This is a really, really good match to close the show with.”

JOHNSON: ”Both of these are coming away from big matches at Ante Up. Although Devlin has some momentum behind him, Hopkins could very well walk away with the win. Then again, Devlin could keep the momentum rolling forward and score a huge win over Hopkins. This match will be a great one I’m sure.”

VASSA: ”Also in the news, Aidan Carlise has officially stepped away from the Pride Championship and will be climbing into the Extreme Division. So with her out of the way, we don’t really have a contender or even a possible rematch in the works. It’s open season for anyone right now who wants to step up and make their claim.”

JOHNSON: ”I wouldn’t necessarily say that. Even with Aidan out of the picture, we have two others who were in the Pride Gauntlet match. We also have an entire roster who I’m sure are hungry for some gold. Devlin better look out as he now has a target on his back because everyone is going to want what he has and that being the Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”Alright! So those are some big matches we have for tonight. I suggest we wrap this up and go backstage for a little bit. I want those 4CW Hot Shots to get back down here at ringside. I likes what I see!”

JOHNSON: ”Well calm down for just a moment and I’m sure they will be right back out here. We’re going to go backstage for a moment folks as we get ready to start the night with out opening match for the 4CW Underground Championship.”

Downing his drink, Vassa leans back in his chair as he removes the headset from his head. Tossing it on the booth, he then looks at Johnson as the two talk amongst themselves and the 4CW Hot Shots make their way back down to ringside.

Backstage Otto Corban is pacing himself back and forth until Gabriel Hartman and his crew appears. Otto cuts his eyes not wanting to have an interview right now.

HARTMAN: “Are you free for a word Mr.Corban?”

Otto stops pacing and lets out a deep sigh.

OTTO: “Yeah whatever. Hurry up.”

Hartman shrugs before clearing his throat.

HARTMAN: ”As you can see I’m standing with newly signed Underground talent Otto Corban. Earlier on Underground you had some choice words…”

He’s cut off by Otto who places a finger to Hartman’s lips.

OTTO: “They weren’t choice words. They were me letting all my peers know what I am, and what I am about.”

HARTMAN: ”I…”

Otto cuts him off once more.

OTTO: “I just sat back and watched what they can produce on Underground. It doesn’t look like much if you ask me. All I saw was a bunch of people who want amount to anything I will amount too. Perry Wallace should be glad to have me on board.”

Hartman goes to speak but Otto shakes his head while giving Hartman a stern look.

OTTO: “They are about to crown the first ever Underground champion in a little while. I hope Niobe and Max can at least meet my criteria. I will be watching this match very hard. Whoever wins better know that I will be aiming for them. You can speak now?”

Otto nods his head.

HARTMAN: “I don’t know if I have another question.”

OTTO: “Good then. It was nice meeting you.”

He pats Hartman on the back before walking away as the cameras fade out on a confused Gabriel Hartman.

OPENING MATCH
UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIP
MAXIMUS DUNN VS. NIOBE MARTIN

JOHNSON: ”It’s now time for our opening match ladies and gentlemen.”

VASSA: ”This is a great way to open this Adrenaline. We get to crown the first ever 4CW Underground Champion.”

JOHNSON: ”Yes we do! Things ended quite oddly at Ante Up when this championship was on the line but now that we have only two people competing for it we should be able to decide a clear cut winner.”

VASSA: ”About damn time… Am I right?”

JOHNSON: ”Both Max Dunn and Niobe Martin have been impressive in our Underground matches before Adrenaline. These two put in the work each and every show and tonight it’s going to pay off for one.”

VASSA: ”The question is which one will it be? This is a tough call if one were to make a prediction. I could see this match ending in MANY different ways with both wrestlers coming out on top. This is just an unpredictable one for anyone watching.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s just about how it is with any of our matches in 4CW. The level of talent is so high that anyone can win on any given week. Tonight is no different.”

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Underground Championship!”

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

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

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

VASSA: ”Money Max is in the house folks!”

JOHNSON: ”He sure is and boy does he look ready for a throw down!”

VASSA: ”I hope he’s ready. This one is for the gold and I doubt the ref is going to call for the bell until a winner is decided right here tonight!”

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

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

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

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

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

“Dragged you down below”

“Down to the devils show”

“To be his guest forever”

“Peace of mind is less than never..”

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

VASSA: ”There’s Niobe looking good as always. Boy, I’m a little jealous of Cashe.”

JOHNSON: ”Jealous?”

VASSA: ”I didn’t stutter! Look at her. She’s a dime and after tonight she could have some bling to go around that pretty waist of hers.”

JOHNSON: ”Well lets just focus on the actual match. You can live out the fantasies in your head when you’re at the hotel ready to call it a night.”

VASSA: ”You better believe I will!”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref raises the Underground championship above his head and turns to each set of ropes, showing it off to the crowd in attendance. After turning to each side of the ring, he then walks to the edge of the ring and hands the belt to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. Walking back to the center of the ring, the ref then checks with each corner and receives the nod. Satisfied and eager to begin, the ref then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Hearing the sound of the bell, both wrestlers quickly exit their corners and rush each other in the center of the ring. Throwing an overhead right hand, Max goes for the quick attack only to have it blocked. Niobe then kicks him in the stomach and then slams her forearm across his back as he lunges over from the breath being knocked out of him. Niobe then pulls Max’s head up and locks her arm underneath his chin and flips him over to his back with a rolling snapmare. With Max rolling into a sitting position, Niobe then turns to the ropes behind her and as she comes back, she plants her foot into the middle of his back with a running kick that sends pain shooting up Max’s spine.

Niobe then grabs Max by the head and rolls him up to both feet only to hit him right in the chops with a hard right hand, knocking him back a few steps. Max quickly shakes off the punch to the head and then charges at Niobe without caution only to get lifted up from his feet and driven into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster. Mounting herself on top of Max, Niobe then unloads with a fierce combination of punches to his head, hitting him from both sides with lefts and rights. After landing quite a few, Niobe then grabs his head with both hands and lunges hers forward, connecting with a headbutt that knocks his backwards into the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Niobe is coming right out of the gate with the attack!”

VASSA: ”Would you expect anything less? After all, we do have a championship on the line.”

JOHNSON: ”I did not realize that! Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

Pushing herself back to her feet, Niobe stands over Max as she catches her breath. She then lifts her foot into the air and slams it down, driving it into his chest. Reaching down to grab him by the head, Niobe pulls him up to both feet. Locking onto his arm, Niobe then goes to throw him to the ropes but Max quickly reverses and pulls her in close before driving his knee upward into her stomach. With Niobe bent over, Max then hooks his arms underneath her and locks his hands over her back. He then drops her head first into the canvas with a double arm DDT.

Crawling on top of Niobe’s back, Max grabs ahold of her leg and locks onto it, pulling it back and applying a single leg crab. With the move locked in tightly, Max pulls back on it with his weight on her lower back. The ref quickly rushes into Niobe’s sight and checks for the submission.

VASSA: ”Niobe may have found herself in a bad spot right now!”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like Max has that move locked in nice and tight.”

VASSA: ”Unlike your mother of course!”

JOHNSON: ”Come on!”

Fighting through the pain, Niobe tries to escape but is unable as Max refuses to release the hold. After a few moments pass, Niobe then manages to begin to push her upper body up while Max keeps his weight on the lower half. With his eyes widening, Max cranks down on the pressure in an attempt to put her back down but doesn’t as she continues to drive forward and fight through it. Finally gaining some leverage, Niobe begins to straighten her leg out, pulling it away from Max’s grip. Still locked in the move, Niobe finds a burst of energy and then extends her leg, rolling Max forward and off of her back, breaking the hold.

The two then begin to get up on opposite sides of the ring, Max taking the clear lead as Niobe struggles from the aftermath of the hold. Up to his feet, Max turns to Niobe who is just up to one knee, unable to stand right away. He then rushes over to her and grabs the back of her head and swings forward with his free hand, connecting with a hard right to the forehead. He then pulls her up to both feet and holds her up for a moment before she’s able to do it on her own. Max then hits her with a couple of left hands to the face and follows up with a hard right elbow to the jaw, knocking her back a step.

Max then reaches forward and locks onto his wrist and then throws her to the far corner behind him. After smacking the corner with a thud, Niobe holds herself up with the ropes as Max then takes off from stand still and charges towards her. After gaining momentum and getting in range, Max leaps up from the mat and flies towards Niobe with a corner splash. As he closes in, Niobe rolls out of the way at the last split second only to leave Max crashing into the corner with a thud. Niobe then closes in behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. Lifting him up from the mat, Niobe goes for a backdrop suplex but doesn’t get far as Max locks his hands onto the ropes and keeps her from pulling him away.

JOHNSON: ”Not so fast, Niobe!”

VASSA: ”Look at Max with the good use of the ropes! Without those he’d be flat on his back! Way to know your surroundings, Max!”

JOHNSON: ”Niobe isn’t giving up just yet. She’s determined to rip him away from the corner.”

Refusing to stop, Niobe continues to pull on Max and force him away from the corner. Taking a risk, Max then lets go with one of his hands and then throws an elbow back, hitting Niobe in the side of the head. Not letting go of the hold, Niobe keeps at it but then catches another elbow in the side of the head. With him still in her clinches, Niobe tries to lift him up once more and as Max throws another elbow backwards, she finally rips him away from the corner and goes for the suplex. Reaching the highest point in the move, Max then rolls backwards and escapes her clinches before landing on his feet behind her.

Grabbing Niobe by the shoulder, Max spins her around but as he does, Niobe catches him with a slap across the cheek. Max then fires back with a right haymaker but misses as Niobe ducks underneath. Spinning around with the momentum, Max turns his back to Niobe only to get hit in the back of the head with a drop kick that sends him crashing to the canvas. Pushing herself up, Niobe then stalks Max as he begins to climb to his feet as well. Once up to one knee, Niobe takes off running and passes him as she heads to the ropes. Rebounding off with speed, Niobe then jumps into the air and connects with a running enzuigiri that lays him out on his back.

VASSA: ”DDAAMMNN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”The True Nightmare!”

VASSA: ”That looks more like a splitting headache for the rest of the night if you ask me.”

Quick to her feet, Niobe then turns to the corner and rushes over.

JOHNSON: ”Looks like Niobe is about to get aerial! This could be it!”

After climbing the corner, Niobe stands at the top and looks over the crowd before slowly turning around to face Max who is still laid out on his back. Balancing herself for a moment, she then leaps forward with a backflip and comes down, landing the perfectly executed Shooting Star Press.

JOHNSON: ”PHANTASM HORROR!!!”

VASSA: ”That almost looked like it was in slow motion!”

On top of Max, Niobe then hooks the leg as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”We finally have an Underground Champion! Niobe has done it!”

VASSA: ”Now that’s how you open a show!”

JOHNSON: ”Niobe has been here since day one and all of her hard work finally pays off tonight!”

Popping up to his feet, the ref then signals for the bell as “Nightmare” hits the speakers.

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

Slowly pushing herself up, Niobe stands over Max for a moment with her hands on her hips, catching her breath after the hard fought battle. The ref then walks in beside her with the championship belt and hands it to her before raising her arm into the air. Niobe then raises the belt with her other hand as the crowd erupts with mixed reactions for the first ever 4CW Underground Champion being crowned.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and 4CW Underground Champion, she is the “Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

Pulling her arm away from the ref, Niobe holds the championship with both hands while looking down at it and soaking in the moment.

JOHNSON: ”Alrighty! It looks like things are officially off to a good start tonight for this edition of Adrenaline in Fairfax, Virginia!”

VASSA: ”I have to say that I am proud of this accomplishment for Niobe this evening. It is well deserved and I can’t think of anyone else who deserves it more than she does. Love her or hate her, she is your Underground Champion!”

JOHNSON: ”Well we’re going to go backstage for a few moments while we get the ring cleared for the next match. In the meantime, for those of you in the arena, sit back and enjoy the 4CW Hot Shots as they make their way down to ringside.”

The camera team had already been set up outside of the building, focusing on the back entrance of the EagleBank Arena. They zoomed in on a number of different employee vehicles until the sound of a car pulling in toward the parking lot caught their attention. Once they got the visual, a long and black stretch limousine pulled closer and closer toward the camera crew, the front license plate reading ‘bow down.’ Gabriel Hartman immediately jumped into the picture with a cheesy grin on his face.

HARTMAN: “You think this is her? Its gotta be her.”

The cameraman shrugged his shoulders while Gabriel paid close attention to the limousine as it pulled up directly next to the crew. The driver opened up his door, and walked right back to the back door of the limo, slowly pulling it wide open.

HARTMAN: “This is her. I could just tell..”

Once the back door was open, the newly crowned 4CW Champion, Felicity Banks, stepped out with an “Obey” sweatshirt on, short jean shorts, and the 4CW Championship pressed against her shoulder. She gave the limo driver a friendly pat on the back and walked directly toward Gabriel with a big smile on her face.

BANKS: “There’s my buddy!”

Felicity rushed toward Gabriel and gave him a big hug, even managing to pick him up off the ground just a bit. Gabriel looked surprised, but he immediately regained his focus and held his microphone to his chin.

HARTMAN: “Well hello to you too, Felicity. We’ve had a camera team out here waiting for you all night!”

The 4CW Champion looked over in the camera’s direction and flapped her lips.

BANKS: “If I would’ve known that I would’ve got here sooner! Actually, that’s a lie. I tend to always be late, you know? I guess you guys noticed that at Ante Up when I waited until the last ten seconds to pick up the win, buuuuuuuuuuuut…it is what it is.”

She glanced over at the 4CW Championship wrapped around her shoulder and let out a long, exasperated sigh.

BANKS: “Kind of crazy how I’ve been telling people since March that I would be at the top of the mountain here sooner rather than later, isn’t it? I mean, with all the constant ‘it doesn’t matter here’ and ‘you’ll just leave for one reason or another’ bullshit that’s been thrown my way by the same group of idiotic peasants…this title? That win at Ante Up?”

The champ paused momentarily, once again glaring over at her title.

BANKS: “Easily the sweetest victory of my career. I guess now people have to find something new to say to me and about me, but chances are I’ll still hear the same boring shit. Buuuut, whatev. That doesn’t matter right now. How’s life over in Gabeland, Gabey? Knock any ladies up lately?”

Gabriel squinted, unsure of how to answer Felicity’s question.

HARTMAN: “Not that I know of…but I’m sure the 4CW faithful doesn’t want to hear about my personal life, Fel. However, I’m sure they want to hear your thoughts on Ante Up, and the future with you as 4CW Champion.”

She nodded her head, switching the championship over from one shoulder to the other.

BANKS: “Yah, you’re probably right. That’s actually the reason why I’m here tonight. Obviously I don’t have a match, but I felt the need to make my presence felt here in V-A. That, and there’s something I have to handle regarding that whole contract and money situation that was on the line with this baby.”

She pointed her index finger over at the title, a sincere smile filling her features.

BANKS: “But I’m not gonna do that back here in the parking lot, Gabey. I’m gonna do something that I have yet to do in my time with 4CW. I’m gonna go out to the ring. I’m gonna talk about everything that has lead up to this moment, and I’m going to make it crystal clear that anyone who wants a match for this championship can step right in line and join the long, loooooooooog list of names that I, Felicity Banks, have already ran through.”

She reached her hand out and pat Gabriel on the shoulder.

BANKS: “Already saying too much, Gabe. I don’t want to be a broken record like the vast majority of the roster, sooo… I’m gonna be on my way!”

With that said, the champ walked away from Gabriel and made her way toward the arena. However, a few seconds later, she popped back into the picture and glanced directly over at Gabriel.

BANKS: “Do me a favor, will ya?”

The Adrenaline interviewer nodded his head.

BANKS: “Watch that driver for me, okay? He’s kind of weird and he’s been eying up the box of donuts I have in the back. Make sure he doesn’t take any and I’ll give you like… A grand or something. Capice?”

HARTMAN: “Capice!”

Felicity smiled and pat Gabriel on the head before making her way through the back entrance of the arena. Gabriel waited for Felicity to get inside the building, and then walked toward the limo driver. He stood directly next to him, crossed his arms, and gave him a quick look.

HARTMAN: “You better stay away from those donuts. I’m trying to collect that one grand!”

The limo driver slowly turned his head and stared at Gabriel for a second, looking him up and down. He let out a ‘pft’ sound before he turned his attention back to the arena and waited for Felicity to finish up doing whatever she came to do at Adrenaline.

“Dance With the Devil” starts to blast over the sound system as Dakota Smith pops his head out of the back, he has a shit eating grin on his face and his extreme championship around his neck. He looks around the arena and takes in all of the fans boos and cheers. The butcher has a microphone in his right hand as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. As he walks down to the ring he keeps his scarred head held up high. Making his way to the ring he passes the camera and you can see that he still has a few good gashes on his back from Ante Up. The gashes look like they once had stiches in them but they have been cut out. Instead of his normal rolling under the bottom rope Dakota decides to take the steps. He climbs through the middle and starts to circle the ring as soon as he steps inside of it. The shit eating grin has now turned into a stomach curling snarl. Walking into the center of the ring he removes the Extreme championship from around his neck. He holds it up in the air and lets out a war cry before dropping the belt to the ground and bringing the microphone up to his lips.

SMITH: “I hope you all witnessed the massacre of Lord Raab two weeks ago at Ante Up. It was one hell of a match wasn’t it? So much blood… So fucking glorious. You see little Raabies thought he could handle the boogeyman underneath his bed – he thought that seven panes of glass was time… But he was wrong. DEAD FUCKING WRONG! There isn’t a man, women or beast in this division that can take my championship away from me.

“I’m just that once in a life time guy, ya’ know what I’m saying? I come here take the whole fucking company by storm… And now all of you fucking maggots worship me! You all fear the boogeyman like good little children – and I commend that. Because you all realize that there is no one better, its almost as if… this championship should just retire with me…”

”Whoa, whoa, whoa there.”

Appearing at the top of the ramp is Aidan Carlisle with a mic in hand and a smirk on her face. She paces slowly back and forth across the stage, watching Dakota as he glares back at her.

AIDAN: “Now, I’m not really inclined to disagree with most of what you just said there. You tore Raab apart at Ante Up, the match was a blood bath, you’re a beast in the ring, yadda yadda yadda. All true.

“But that last part there? Not so much. See, for the past several months, you’ve been tearing apart the division, sure, but that division, let’s face it, has been just a little on the empty side. You’ve been ruling a desolate kingdom.

“Starting here in Fairfax, that is about to change. New blood is about to be spilled, and it’s not just mine. Starting tonight, the king doesn’t get to sleep easy.”

Aidan lowers the mic slightly, staring back down the ramp at Dakota with determination.

SMITH: “I AM A GOD YOU WORTHLESS SLIT! Where’s your championship at Aidan? Oh that’s right you failed to keep it, didn’t you? So who the fuck do you think you are interrupting me!? If I wanted an opinion from a dog-faced mutt I would have dug up Griffin Hawkins. So how about you turn that little ass of yours back around and leave my arena!”

Dakota gets an almost arrogant smirk on his face as he reaches down and picks up his championship. He hoists it over his shoulder and glares up the ramp at Aidan, whose smirk has only grown wider at the tirade.

AIDAN: “Calm down there sparky, you’re going to pull something if you keep it up. You’ve got me shaking in my glittery pink socks, I promise. As for where my championship is… I’m letting you hold onto it, for now.

“And while I’m sure you’d get all hot and bothered if I did turn my little ass around, I’m going to have to go ahead and dispute your ownership of this arena. While you just showed up here to run your mouth tonight, I’m going to stake my claim in blood. This place is mine.”

Dropping the mic at the top of the ramp, Aidan raises both hands and turns them backward, extending each middle finger as she disappears backward through the entrance, leaving Dakota in the ring with a twisted scowl on his face. He glares at the entrance as the scene cuts backstage

Sitting at a card table playing cards is Gold Standard, Francis “Freedom” Dart and Drew Stevenson. They are both wearing Gold Standard muscle tees.

FREEDOM: ”I’ll see your $50 and raise you $100..to bad you and RPG don’t get along that dude is a gambling fool like us..”

STEVENSON: ”I just like anything that involves competition..I’m good at everything I do. I’ll see your $100 and raise another $100..”

FREEDOM: ”What do you think about this Bad Company tag team tournament coming up here soon?”

STEVENSON: ”I think it would be up to Gold Standard if we were to enter. Pretty impressive, the teams involved, but they aren’t us.”

FREEDOM: ”Bad Company? Wasn’t that a band back in the day? Oh well $25k large would suit me and you just fine.”

STEVENSON: ”You know me, money talks! In fact I call. Whatcha’ got?”

Before Freedom can put down his cards there is a knock at the lockeroom door. Freedom gets up to go and answer it.

FREEDOM: ”What do you want kid?”

A flower delivery boy is nervously standing at the door with a vase of Red, White and blue roses.

DELIVERY BOY: ”Flower delivery for a Mr. Freedom? “

FREEDOM: ”For me? Who the hell would sent me roses?”

Freedom snatches the roses out of the kid’s hands and reads the card as the kids eagerly fast walks away.

FREEDOM: ”(reads the card out loud) Red, white and blue for an ‘American Hero’ such as you. I’ll be keeping an eye on you and Drew. – your shy secret admirer. What the fu–“

The door to the lockeroom closes and the scene fades to black.

MAIN CARD
XANDER SHOWTIME VS. COLE JACKSON

POWERS: ”This following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds, hailing from Hollywood California, he is XANDER SHOWTIME!”

The Venue goes dark as the word “SHOWTIME” flashes across the big screen in gold letters before a gold strobe light begins to illuminate the entry way. “Enemy” by Sevendust begins to blare as Xander Showtime steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the entry way, with his head down and a gold towel draped over his head, and a gold robe. He stands at the top of the entry way slowly lifting up his head and pulling the towel off as he looks out into the crowd, He tosses the towel into the audience as he makes his way down the entry ramp and to ringside. He uses the ring steps as he walks up them before stepping between the ring ropes and into the ring, He stands in the center of the ring and takes off his robe walking it to the corner and hanging it over the turnbuckle as he takes rest in the corner and waits the start of the match.

VASSA: ”Not sure if I remember him or not.”

JOHNSON: ”Me too.”

POWERS: “And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds, hailing from Tulsa Oklahoma, he is “The Lone Wolf” COLE JACKSON!!!”

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

VASSA: ”That is one tall dude. What is he like seven foot.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s the tallest man on the Adrenaline roster.”

VASSA: ”Tonight he’s looking to gain a victory after suffering defeat at Ante Up. I think tonight he’s going to do that.”

DING!!! DING!!!

With that both men step out of their perspective corners, circling the ring before they wrap up with one another. Xander tries slanging Cole over his shoulder but Cole grabs Xander’s wrist, pulling it over his shoulder before lifting Xander and dropping him with an Atomic Drop. Cole quickly pulls Xander back to his feet, slapping Xander across the chest before delivering a brutal knee to Xander’s chest before he Chokeslams him.

Cole not wanting to let up grabs Xander by his hair and pulls him back to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, Xander bouncing off and into Cole’s hands who plants Xander with a Suplex.

VASSA: ”Cole has come out firing tonight.”

Cole brings Xander back to his feet. He hits him with three elbows to the face before whipping him into the turnbuckle. Cole sets up and charges, hitting Xander with a Big Boot. Xander drops to the mat as the crowd boos. Cole slaps Xander a few times before bringing him back to his feet. He grabs ahold of Xander’s chin while saying some words to him. Cole Headbutts Xander before sweeping him off his feet and stomping on him.

Cole laughs to himself before pulling Xander back to his feet. He places him in position for a Spinebuster, but instead lifts up and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He grabs ahold of the ropes and places his boot down on Xander’s neck before the ref steps in and breaks it up.

JOHNSON: ”This is getting ugly for Xander.”

VASSA: ”Hell yeah it is.”

Cole mouths off to the ref before grabbing Xander by the hair again. He holds onto his hair before delivering a few uppercuts to Showtime’s chin, grabbing him and lifting him up Cole annihilates Xander with the Blackout Buster. The crowd wincing due to the impact of the maneuver.

Cole gets to his feet and looks down on Xander who looks lifeless in the middle of the ring. He sets up in a turnbuckle and patiently waits for Xander to get back to his feet. As Xander is getting to his knees Cole darts from the corner and connects with The Howling Knee. He wastes no time dropping down for the pin.

ONE

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner COLE JACKSONNNN.”

The Metallica theme flares up as Cole stands in the ring with his hands held high. He looks down at Xander one more time before smirking and making his way back up the ramp.

The scene switches from one backstage area to another, finding omnipresent interviewer Gabriel Hartman hot on the heels of Aidan Carlisle as she heads toward her locker room.

HARTMAN: “Aidan! Aidan! Might I get a few words about what just happened out in the ring with Dakota Smith, and your upcoming match with Lord Raab?”

Aidan glances over her shoulder, letting the interviewer catch up, but continues walking.

AIDAN: “What do you want to know, Gabe? I felt like it was fairly self-explanatory.”

HARTMAN: “Is there perhaps some unfinished business between you and Dakota Smith after your match was interrupted before Ante Up?”

She considers the question for a few moments, finally shrugging.

AIDAN: “I had my fill that night. Sure, at some point I want to get back in the ring with him so we can see for certain who comes out on top. But what happened in the ring wasn’t about that. I said my piece, and I meant what I said.

“I’m not arguing against Dakota’s skill, because he’s proved it time and again. But up until now he’s only had a few people he’s had to prove it against. Moving forward from tonight there are some new bodies in the Extreme Division, and we’re going to see if he can tear through them like he has everyone else. My guess? He’s not going to find it so easy.”

HARTMAN: “And what about your match tonight with the Masked German Monster, Lord Raab?”

AIDAN: “What about it? I haven’t exactly been quiet with my opinions over the last few weeks. I’ve promised that I’m going to go out there and tear Raab apart with with whatever I can get my hands on, and that is exactly what I intend to do.

“Will there be blood? Yes. Will there be pain? Yes. Will I love every second of it? Damn straight I will, and that capacity crowd out there is going to love it too.”

HARTMAN: “You’ve promised to make your personal performance bigger and better now that we’ve moved into arenas. Care to tell us what you meant?”

Aidan smirked, shaking her head a bit.

AIDAN: “The match isn’t that far away, Gabe, have a little patience. You, along with everyone else, are just going to have to wait and see.”

They finally come to a stop as she reaches her locker room. Nailed to the front of the door is a strange, shriveled object. As the camera zooms in it becomes apparent that it is a charred and burned mask, much like what Lord Raab wears. Aidan arches a brow, looking over to Hartman, but he just shrugs.

Unsure just what sort of message Raab is trying to send by burning one of his own masks—if indeed it was even Raab—Aidan ignores it and pushes open the door, finding everything inside just as it should be.

AIDAN: “End of the line, Gabe. If you want to see what I have planned, then watch the match. And remember: Don’t blink, I’d hate for you to miss something.”

The door swings shut with Hartman left standing outside, the empty mask seeming to stare back at him.

The show cuts over to ringside, the camera panning around at the audience in the jam-packed EagleBank Arena.

“THE CHAMP IS HERE!

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THE CHAMP IS HERE!

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THE CHAMP IS HERE!”

The rhythmic beat of Jadakiss’ “The Champ is Here” filled the arena speakers, the audience immediately standing up to their feet. As the song continued, a visual of the final few seconds of Ante Up’s 4CW Championship Ironman match played on the minitron at the top of the stage. Felicity Banks is shown delivering the “Space Jam” jumping DDT to Ramona Lee Epps, and then pinning her for the three. The final visual showed Felicity holding the 4CW Championship up high in the air as Ante Up came to a close before all of the lights in the arena went out.

JOHNSON: “Dang it! I hate being in the dark! Keep your hands away from me, Vassa.”

VASSA: *SIGH*

The crowd began to stir and scream as they patiently awaited for the arrival of the new 4CW Champion.

“Can you feel that…?”

“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch fills the arena sound system, the crowd coming unglued with a mixture of cheers and jeers just as “Scream” pours out of the speakers. There’s still no sign of the 4CW Champion, as little gold sparklers come raining down from the top of the stage, the crowd anxiously awaiting the arrival of Felicity Banks.

“Can you feel that…?”

Felicity’s soft voice echoes throughout the arena as the Queen comes out from behind the curtain to a monstrous ovation, the 4CW Championship wrapped around her right shoulder. She has a smug smirk on her face as she makes her way through the gold sparklers, her arms extended out to her sides and a blowpop in her mouth. She looks disinterested as she pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth and launches it backwards, slowly pacing down the ramp, and spinning around to show the camera the “Queen B” writing on the back of her ‘Obey’ sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside, pulls the 4CW Championship from her shoulder, and holds it high in the air as Mike Powers announces her name.

POWERS: ”Ladies and gentlemen… the SULLEN ANGEL! … THE QUEEN B! … THE 4CW CHAMPION… FELIIIIIIICITY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!!!”

Felicity drapes the championship against her shoulder and makes her way up the ringside steps. Once on the apron, Felicity walks dead center and turns to look at the crowd, feeding off of their cheers and jeers. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena start getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at the crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for them to bow down to her to which some oblige, and raises the 4CW Championship high in the air as the audience does as she says.

VASSA: The new 4CW Champion has come out to speak in the center of the ring for the very first time!’

JOHNSON: “I wonder what she has to say. She’s gotta be riding a high still after that big win at Ante Up. Quite possibly the most clutch victory I have ever seen in professional wrestling.”

After her long and elaborate entrance, Felicity made her way over to the corner closest to the timekeeper’s table. She reached her hand out through the middle ropes and waited for someone to hand her a microphone. Her music began to die down as she got handed a microphone and walked back toward the center of the ring. The crowd could be heard chanting ‘Queen! Queen! Queen!’ over and over again, but there were still some boos that were drowned out by the chants and cheers.

BANKS: “My oh my… Did the landscape change at Ante Up or what!?”

She lowered the microphone and listened to the crowds reaction. Some cheered, and some jeered, but every person in the crowd was paying full attention to the words that were coming from the new 4CW Champions mouth.

BANKS: “I really, really, REALLY don’t want to be the type of person to say I told you so…BUT… I told you so. From day one I’ve been telling everyone who would listen that I would be atop this company one day. From day one I told everyone that I wanted to be the best this business has to offer. Dominating one company was not enough for me. Dominating two companies was not enough for me. Dominating three? It’s definitely enough for me…”

She glanced over at her title and shined off a small smile.

BANKS: “This baby right here proves that I am without a shadow of a doubt thee BEST talent the professional wrestling business has to offer! It silenced those handful of doubters that I had left, and it made all the peasants in the back who TRIED and FAILED to throw dirt on my name eat their words. So, my question is…”

She raised her head and gazed directly into the camera.

BANKS: “How does it feel, peasants? How does it feel knowing that you’re in the presence of greatness? How does it feel knowing that I accomplished what so many have CLAIMED they were going to do, but failed over and over again? Doubting me was the biggest mistake every single one of you in the back has ever made. Adding fuel to an already sweltering fire was by far the dumbest thing ANY of you have ever done!”

Felicity always spoke passionately, but this time, there was a little more to it. She lowered the microphone just an inch and began thinking over her words.

BANKS: “I’m a very, very observant person, 4CW. I might not always bite on what’s said about me, but trust me… I always see it. I see it, and I use it to motivate me even more than I already am. I use your words against you when the time comes, and I make you regret whatever shade you throw on my name. That’s what the fuck I do! I don’t waste my time having a battle of wits on Twitter with people who are fighting weaponless. I don’t come out here every single Adrenaline and talk and talk and talk myself up to make sure that people don’t forget about me because NOBODY will ever forget who the fuck Felicity Banks is. I’m a goddamn star, people. I’m a star, and I’ve been a fucking star even before I came to this company. Some could’ve argued that I might’ve been exactly that in the other two companies that I work for, but I still had to prove myself here…in 4CW.”

She looked over at her title, and held it high in the air for the crowd to see

BANKS: “But now… Now I’m a goddamn star here too! I AM THE NEW TRUE face of this company, and my star is shining brighter than it has ever before, and it will only fade away when I CHOOSE to walk away…”

She chuckled, cracking a half smirk with it as she gazed out at the audience.

BANKS: “… and that? That’s still a long, long ways away from now. So the question now is… what’s next? What’s next for the 4CW Champion and the legitimate Queen of this company and this business? Quite frankly, I don’t have an answer for that. I’ve defeated every single champion this company has besides for one in Dakota Smith, but trust me… That day will come. I’ve even defeated the chick who had a chance to become the Underground Champion earlier tonight in Niobe Martin. For the most part, I’ve defeated everyone that there is to defeat in 4CW, but I’m not going to get content now. I’m not going to sit back with my feet propped up on my desk thinking that it’s going to get easier from this point on because I know that it’s not. Now….”

She lowered the championship back down to her shoulder, but continued to stare out into the crowd.

BANKS: “…now is when the fun really begins. Some people say that getting to the top is easy, but staying at the top is hard. That’s a bold faced lie. If getting to the top were easy, there would have been more than four 4CW Champions crowned by now. Fact is, getting to the top is hard, but staying at the top is just a smidge harder. That’s been proven recently with the short reigns of Jair Hopkins and Jason Cashe, but my reign atop the 4CW empire? It won’t be short. And I know it won’t be easy to keep this baby where it belongs…”

Glancing over at the 4CW Championship, Felicity stood in silence for a moment before turning her attention back to the audience.

BANKS: “…but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep my spot at the top of this company. I’m determined to prove to the world that my win at Ante Up wasn’t some fluke and I’ll take every single fucking challenge that’s thrown my way, and I’ll continue to dominate like I’ve been for the last five months! I AM OFFICIALLY the NEW standard bearer of this company, and there’s not a damn thing anyone in the back can do about it!”

She pulled the 4CW Championship off of her shoulder, and brought it to her face. After staring at it for a moment, she slowly started raising it up in the air.

BANKS: “Veni…”

She brings it up higher…

BANKS: “Vidi…”

And higher…

BANKS: “VICI!”

She held the 4CW Championship as high as she could, dropping the microphone after her words. The crowd reacted with a majority of cheers, some fans in attendance even bowing down to the newly crowned 4CW Champion.

JOHNSON: “I really love this chick, Vinny. It’s not even just her looks, though, I do like those too. But she just oozes confidence whenever we see her.”

VASSA: “She certainly does, partner. I for one am certainly excited to see what comes out of the Queen’s Reign.”

“Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch filled the arena speakers as Felicity held her position in the ring, holding the 4CW Championship high in the air. After a few seconds, she pulled the title back to her shoulder and exited the ring, slapping the hands of a few lucky fans at ringside on her way back to the backstage area.

Lounging around backstage, Jason Cashe is seen in some loose sweatpants and a white tee as he sits on the hallway floor with his back against the wall. Looking half asleep he has his head down as his chest rises and falls with a faint snore coming with each exhale. From down the hall comes Francis Dart and Drew Stevenson, recently better known as “Golden Standard” and they head closer to a sleeping Cashe.

DART: “Is this guy sleeping?”

STEVENSON: “Looks it but that can’t be comfortable..”

Francis looks off down the hall and finds nobody in the nearby area. He kicks the stretched out legs of the former 4CW Champion and Cashe jolts awake. Seeing Dart and Stevenson, Jason Cashe scurries up from the floor and stands up with his back still against the wall as Dart and Stevenson stand at each side of him.

CASHE: “What’s up guys? What can I do for you?”

STEVENSON: “Actually it’s what we can do for each other! Tell him Dart!”

CASHE: “Tell me what? Let’s not beat around the bush any alright..”

DART: “Gold Standard. Drew Stevenson, Francis Dart and Jason Cashe! How does that sound? We’re offering you a spot at our table..”

CASHE: “Heh. Your table huh?”

STEVENSON: “That’s right, the Big Boy’s Table! Imagine the haters just CRYING about how the three of us made an impact just in aligning together? Imagine the ratings and how high they can get with us three taking over?”

Cashe scratches his thick beard and looks both ways down the hallway. He clears his throat and passes by both Drew and Dart. Turning back to them, he starts to give an answer.

CASHE: “Look guys I–“

DART: “Don’t answer us now! Next Adrenaline we will bring you out to the ring and we’ll reveal to the world the newest member of the Gold Standard!”

STEVENSON: “Ohhh I just got chills!”

Staring at both men, Cashe nods as his eyes move from Francis to Drew. Finally he just extends a hand. Francis shakes it first and then he offers the hand to Drew and they shake hands. A certainty of their alliance seemed to fill the air backstage as all three men crack smiles.

CASHE: “I guess I’ll see you guys next show then! Sounds good, I’ve got to take a monster deuce…If you’ll excuse me..”

Leaving the scene, Jason Cashe leaves both Drew Stevenson and Francis Dart with long grinning smiles as their plans seem to be unfolding.

MAIN CARD
JOHN AUSTIN VS. DEMI GRIFFIN

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, hailing from Raleigh NC, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the Magic Man, JOHN AUSTIIIINNNN.”

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

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

VASSA: ”John’s looking for the rebound here tonight after a hard fought battle with Roxi Johnson at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s going to have a tough time because tonight his opponent is no slouch.”

The lights dim to a dark red hue as “Think we got a Problem” by Sheek Louch feat. The Game & Bun B plays as out from the back comes the super bubbly and energetic Demi Griffin. Though she looks pocket sized from the crowd she comes out and shakes her booty for the crowd to the tune of her theme music. Wearing booty shorts with her initials on them the whole ensemble a matching red and black with matching sneakers. She stops to fix both of her arm bands before walking towards the ring blowing a few kisses to the crowd along the way while high fiving them.

POWERS: ”And his opponent, coming to the ring from Niagara Falls, New York, weighing in at one hundred five pounds and standing five feet tall, DEMI GGRRIIFFFFIINN!!!”

While not too menacing herself the fans and wrestlers know that her brother RPG is never too far away from her thus making her a bit more scary. Nearly skipping up the stairs she walks along the ropes yelling for the crowd to get up. Bending through the bottom two ropes due to her height, she walks around the ring with her arms raised high. As her music starts to fade, she jumps up onto the top rope sitting there, waiting for the match to begin while dancing to the last few beats of her music.

VASSA: ”That’s right folk, the former tag team champion makes her single debut tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”Coming off of that injury at South Beach Brawl Demi looks as if she’s stayed in great shape.”

VASSA: “….”

JOHNSON: ”Ohhh you can stop looking now Vinny.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Wanting to start things off quickly Demi darts from her corner. John doing the same. Demi takes flight and hits Austin with a Flying Knee that sends him right back into his corner. Demi grabs him by the arm and whips him into the opposite corner, trailing behind him and catching John with an elbow. John grabs at his face, Demi kneeing him in the gut before John pushes her away. Demi falling backwards as John checks his chin.

JOHNSON: ”Ouch.”

Demi is quickly back to her feet. John trying to wrap around her but the smaller Demi reverses, wrapping around John and pushing him into the ropes. Demi bounces off a rope of her own, leaping and Crossbodying Austin while the crowd cheers.

Demi gets to her feet to the ovation and brings Austin up to his. She swings at Austin but he ducks and catches Demi with a punch of his own. He grabs Demi by the arm and lifts her up, but Demi kicks and kicks her legs before she rolls down John’s back. John turns around and boom, Demi drops him with a Dropkick.

JOHNSON: ”Demi’s been one step ahead of John so far.”

VASSA: ”Yeah she has. John looks out of sync right now.”

Demi pulls John to his feet, whipping him into the turnbuckle. She sets up in the opposite corner before running toward John. She goes for a Flying elbow but John rolls out of the way, Demi able to get her hands on the rope to protect herself from colliding with the ring post. John wraps her up from behind and goes for a Suplex but Demi lands on her feet. She kicks John in the back of the knee a few times causing him to drop to a knee.

Demi bounces off a rope and deviates John with a knee to the face. Demi gets to her feet and motions for the crowd to get louder. She pulls John back to his feet, John once again shoving Demi. This time Demi hitting a backward flip, before doing a Front Flip, leaping and hitting John with a Clothesline.

VASSA: ”Check out the acrobatics. That was nice.”

John gets to his feet angered with himself as Demi bounces up and down. John tries grabbing Demi, but she slaps his hand away, sliding through his legs and kneeing him in his back. John throws a backward punch but Demi ducks, leaping up and annihilating Austin with her finishing move Niagara Falls. The crowd begins to cheer at the top of their lungs as Demi drops down for the cover.

VASSA: “This could be over.”

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, DEMI GRIFFIIIINNNNN.”

“Think we gotta problem.” begins to play as Demi celebrates in the ring. She and John shake hands before she climbs up the turnbuckle, smiling with her hands in the air as the crowd cheers.

VASSA: ”I think she still got it.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what happened to John out there tonight. He couldn’t just find a rhythm.”

VASSA: ”Maybe next Adrenaline he gets back to his winning ways, but hey I’m getting the cue that we’re about to head backstage.”

The cameras fade out to Demi who’s blowing kisses to her fans in the crowd.

Inside the locker room of Lo’Renzo Porter he’s seen lacing up his custom Under Armour wrestling boots. He looks up and see’s a camera crew have made there way in. He smiles before waving toward the camera.

FLIPP: “Wus good y’all. I wasn’t expecting yall jus to pop up but I’m glad you did.”

He smiles once more.

FLIPP: “Coming up in a short time is my match wit Drew Stevenson. We’ve shared words throughout the weeks leading up to this day but tonight we will find out jus who is the better wrestler.”

He sat back on the stool, placing his back to the wall.

FLIPP: “I know y’all been enjoyin the show so far but it’s a whole lot more where that comes from. Me and Drew are sure to tear the house down tonight.”

He nodded his head. Grabbing his tydie sleeve and pulling it up his arm.

FLIPP: “Tonight it’s all bout the rebound cuz I disappointed y’all at Ante Up. I still feel bad bout that. Now this dude Devlin gone walk round and act like he invisible.”

He shook his head.

FLIPP: “Aye it’s alright though cuz I’m sure my boy Jair gone do his thing tonight against him. I’m on the foward. I’m onto Drew and thid match it’s huge. It may look like jus a match but this is big.”

He extended his arms out before clamping his hands together and sitting up on the stool.

FLIPP: “Cuz you got two people wit they eyes on the same thing. That Four C Dub Championship belt. That’s the goal and another one that is sure to make all you Loyal Framoers out there excited for what is to come.”

He smiled once more. This time grabbing his bandanna and beginning to tie it around his head.

FLIPP: “Drew I know you ready to go out there and perform like you always do. I am too brah brah so let’s steal the show tonight.”

He gets done tying the blue bandanna.

FLIPP: “Loyal Framo it’s gone be lit. Love y’all and can’t wait to step out there to put on for y’all. See you later.”

He chunks up the deuces while the camera begins to fade out.

MAIN CARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH
THE GIVER VS. THE RED PIONEER

POWERS: ”Our next contest will be an extreme rules match and is scheduled for one fall.”

The arena turns dark and a red light is shown on the entrance ramp. Smoke fills the entrance ramp and the song “Buried Alive” by Avenged Sevenfold. Mr. Sinner walks out holding his staff. Then he points to the curtain and The “Monstrous” Giver comes walking out slowly.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from the Depths of Hell, weighing in at two hundred seventy five pounds and standing six feet, seven inches tall. He is “The Monstrous” The Giver!”

The crowd is booing these two as they walk slowing down the ramp towards the ring. Mr. Sinner walks up the steel steps and holds the ropes for The Giver. The Giver enters the ring through the ropes and stands in the nearby corner. He takes off the Jason mask and cape as he then stares across the ring at the other corner as Mr. Sinner steps back down to the floor below.

VASSA: ”Well this guy looks interesting!”

JOHNSON: ”He sure does, Vinny. He’s one of the recent signing to 4CW and will be put to the test from the start against the returning former Extreme Television champion, The Red Pioneer.”

VASSA: ”Look at all those goodies at ringside. We have a shopping card with a trash can placed inside of it, filled with all sorts of delights. It’s always a pleasure to sit back and watch these barbaric matches unfold right before our eyes.”

JOHNSON: ”It truly is. I’m just excited to see–“

“22 Faces” by Periphery blasts out through the arena as the lights all dim.

VASSA: ”HERE WE GO!!!”

The camera pans around the ramp and the arena, searching for The Red Pioneer. From out of nowhere the spotlight shines into the crowd, and we see him sitting next to a couple of fans that didn’t see him move there while the lights were out. Once he has been spotted, the crowd breaks into a roar of cheers, and Red makes his way through the masses toward the ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring by way of Prospect, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred seven pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He is “The Harbinger of Serenity”, THE RED PIONEER!!!”

Once he leaps the barricade, Pioneer darts for the ring but before he slides underneath the bottom rope, Mr. Sinner catches his attention. Pioneer stops in his tracks and then turns to Mr. Sinner before taking a step towards him and snatching his staff away from him. Mr. Sinner grabs ahold of it and tries to pry it from Pioneer’s hands but then gets shoved backwards as Pioneer slams the staff against his chest. Stumbling backwards, Mr. Sinner crashes into the shopping card of weapons and knocks it over, falling on top of the scattered pile it creates.

JOHNSON: ”I think The Red Pioneer has settled on his weapon of choice for the evening.”

VASSA: ”With all of those goodies in the shopping cart, he decided they weren’t to his liking. So what does he do? He sends Mr. Sinner rolling into them like a bowling ball!”

Pioneer then cuts his head and looks through the ropes at The Giver standing in the ring, waiting for him to make his move. Pioneer then walks around the ring and to the steps. Placing his foot on the bottom step, Pioneer then looks into the crowd as the fans welcome him with open arms. Nodding his head, Pioneer then makes his way up the steps and onto the apron. Not giving him a chance to enter the ring, The Giver quickly takes off from stand still and charges towards Pioneer on the apron.

CRACK!!!

VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”

Pieces of wood fly throughout the air as the staff shatters over The Giver’s head after a powerful swing from Pioneer. Stumbling backwards, The Giver spins around, turning his back to Pioneer who has yet to enter the ring. Grabbing ahold of the top rope, Pioneer jumps and pulls himself upward and lands on the top rope with both feet. As the top rope slingshots him upward, Pioneer springboards off of it and flies towards The Giver, wrapping the back of his head with one arm and planting his face into the canvas with a bulldog. The ref then signals for the bell to officially start the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”There’s the bell and we’re now official!”

VASSA: ”The bell was a little late, don’t you think?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think anyone expected things to start off like this.”

VASSA: ”That’s why I enjoyed watching The Red Pioneer in action each and every show last year.”

Back to his feet, Pioneer grabs Giver by the head with both hands and rolls him over to him stomach before pulling him up to one knee. With Giver’s head at waist level, Pioneer then pulls it inward while driving his knee upward into his face with force. Not letting go, Pioneer keeps Giver from going down to the canvas. He then pulls him up to both feet and stands him straight up. Holding him in place with one hand and not letting him fall back to the mat off balance, Pioneer then swings forward with an open palm and smacks him across the chest with an overhand chop. Quickly drawing back, Pioneer then hits him with back to back knife-edge chops that tear away at his flesh. Pump faking for another chop, Pioneer forces Giver to cover his chest for the block but as he does, Pioneer then hits him across the side of the thigh with a shin kick, knocking him back down to one knee.

Turning to the ropes behind him, Pioneer takes off towards them with speed. Rebounding off, Pioneer then comes back and lays Giver out with an enzuigiri. With Giver flat on his back, Pioneer then stands to his feet as the cheers from the crowd hit him like a tidal wave. Taking a slight moment to let them sink in, Pioneer then cuts his attention back to Giver who is still down on his back. Looking to the ropes adjacent to the ones he just used, Pioneer takes off towards them. After bouncing off and coming back with momentum behind him, Pioneer leaps forward into the air, flipping over and landing a leg drop across Giver’s throat.

VASSA: ”Things aren’t looking too good for The Giver. Right from the start he’s been at a disadvantage after having Mr. Sinner’s staff broken across the top of his dome.”

JOHNSON: ”The bigger they are the harder they fall, right? I’ll be honest with you. The Giver hit the mat like a sack of bricks.”

VASSA: ”Being that this is The Red Pioneer’s first match since returning to 4CW, you know he’s going to make an impact and send a message to everyone in the back.”

Back on his feet, Pioneer grabs Giver by the wrist and shoulder before pulling his dead weight up from the canvas. Dragging him across the ring, Pioneer then reaches back and grabs him by the back of the head. Pulling him closer and closer to the ropes, Pioneer then throws him forward and sends him flipping up and over the top rope and down to the hard floor below. Mr. Sinner quickly rushes over to Giver and checks on him before helping the big man slowly get to his feet. With their attention not turned to the ring, Pioneer takes notice of the opportunity and then takes off to the ropes behind him. Hitting them hard and coming back like a freight train, he then leaps into the air and flips over the top rope. Flying to the outside, Pioneer spins his body and then crashes into both The Giver and Mr. Sinner with a suicide plancha.

JOHNSON: ”The Red Pioneer is back! This is the same intensity we watched week in and week out last year before he suffered the injury to his leg. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the match or not. If you’re at ringside then you better watch out because he will put his body on the line to take you and anyone else out who stands in his way,”

VASSA: ”Unfortunately for Mr. Sinner, he was standing in between Red and The Giver.”

Climbing away from the pile of bodies, Pioneer grabs ahold of the guard railing and pulls himself up. He then turns to the scattered mess of weapons not too far away and slowly walks towards them, showing a slight limp from the impact of that last high flying move. Catching his eye, he turns to the obvious and grabs a shiny steel chair that rests inside of the garbage can. Holding it with both hands, he turns to look behind him only to see Mr. Sinner up to his feet first but with his back turned to him. Pioneer then whips around and takes off towards him. Leaping into the air, Pioneer holds the chair in front of his feet and then kicks it into the back of Mr. Sinner’s head once in range, sending him stumbling forward, tripping over Giver and crashing face first into the guard rail.

After hitting the floor with a thud, Pioneer rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. He then grabs ahold of Giver’s arm and lifts the big man to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, Pioneer then pulls him in with all of his weight before side stepping and sending him crashing head first into the corner post of the ring. In a daze, Giver remains on his feet but leans forward, holding himself up with the apron but with his head down and resting on his forearm. Pioneer then walks back to the mess of weapons and pulls the garbage can from the shopping cart. Holding it with both hands, he patiently waits as Giver slowly comes to his senses. Pushing himself away from the apron, Giver slowly turns around only to have the garbage can then placed over his head and shoulders. Pioneer then reaches back into the pile of weapons and pulls a baseball bat from the mess. Gripping onto the handle tightly with both hands, Pioneer then winds up and takes a swing for the fences.

DDOONNGG!!!

JOHNSON: ”That sounded like a gong!”

VASSA: ”The Giver’s ears have to be ringing after that musical performance.”

JOHNSON: ”Ringing? I’m thinking more like seeing stars after that homerun!”

Still on his feet, Giver wobbles helplessly back and forth. Pioneer then tosses the baseball bat aside and then grabs onto the trash can with both hands and lifts it up, removing it from Giver. Pioneer then draws it back with both hands and swings with all of his might…

CLANK!!!

After crushing the trash can across Giver’s head, Pioneer watches as he stumbles backwards and hits the railing before flipping over it and crashing to the floor at the crowds feet.

JOHNSON: ”The front row is about to get an even better view of the action!”

VASSA: ”NNOOO!!! I want the best seat in the house!”

Pioneer slams the garbage can to the floor and then makes his way towards the guard rail. Reaching over the top of it, he grabs Giver by the head and pulls him up to both feet with the rail in between them. Locking his arm around Giver’s head, Pioneer then lifts him up as if going for a suplex but drops him across the top of the rail on his stomach. Bent over across the top, Giver hangs halfway over but unable to move. Pioneer then looks back to the ring and slowly walks towards it. Climbing onto the apron, Pioneer back steps to the far end. Pioneer then runs along the apron and leaps from it, spinning in the air and then landing a leg drop onto the back of Giver’s head and slamming his face forward into the rail.

SSMMAACCKK!!!

VASSA: ”I know we’ve seen that move time and time again but I just can’t think of the name, heh. What I can say is this match is over!”

JOHNSON: ”How could you not remember this, Vinny? That was the Spin Cycle!”

VASSA: ”Sounds like a dryer but it fits I suppose.”

JOHNSON: ”The Giver crash and burns!”

Rolling forward off of the rail, Giver lands on top of his head and then rolls onto his back. Pioneer then crawls on top of him for the cover as the ref rushes over from the other side of the ring.

VASSA: ”Count it up!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”That’s all she wrote!”

VASSA: ”The Pioneer is officially back! “

“22 Faces” hits the sound system as Pioneer slowly climbs to his feet. Standing beside him, the ref raises his hand into the air as the crowd only inches away goes insane.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, THE RED PPIIOONNEEEERR!!!”

Pioneer pulls his arm away from the refs grasp and then hops over the barricade as the fans surround him.

JOHNSON: ”I’m stoked that The Red Pioneer has come back, Vinny.”

VASSA: ”You aren’t the only one. I was shocked to see him at Ante Up. I could hardly sleep just thinking about him returning to action tonight. Things are going to get a little crazy around here.”

JOHNSON: ”The fans love crazy. We love crazy!”

VASSA: ”People better keep an eye out because now that he’s back, heads are going to turn. He was a delight to watch in action last year. This was his first match back and he steam rolled right through The Giver. If this is a sign of things to come then I’m looking forward to it.”

JOHNSON: ”Well we’re going to go backstage for a few moments folks and get The Giver peeled up from the floor. Hang tight!”

Walking through the crowd, Pioneer walks amongst the fans as the music continues to blare over the entire arena before cutting backstage.

The production cuts to the backstage area and we see Gabriel Hartman standing by with a microphone in hand being held about chest high. The camera man nods his head and signals that he’s live, cueing Hartman to begin speaking.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and gentlemen we are mere moments away from Chris Madison making his in ring debut for 4CW against Francis ‘Freedom’ Dart. I’m standing by, waiting for him to exit his locker room to see if I could get a few words.”

The door swings open and Chris Madison steps out in his full ring gear. He plucks the black towel off the top of his head and swings it over his shoulder as Gabriel Hartman stands there eagerly. Madison places his hands on his hips and leans his head down as Gabriel commences with the impromptu interview.

HARTMAN: ”Chris, do you mind if I shoot a few questions your way before you make it down to the ring for your match?”

MADISON: ”Not at all…”

HARTMAN: ”Thanks Chris. It’s no secret that the locker room has been buzzing since we learned that you were making your return to the ring and have chosen 4CW to do it. At Ante Up you sparked that buzz by attacking Lord Raab after he went to hell and back with Dakota Smith in a Seven Panes of Glass match for the 4CW Extreme Championship. Why Lord Raab?”

MADISON: ”Wow… We’re just going to jump right into things huh?”

Hartman let out an uncomfortable chuckle as Madison grilled him. Madison reached out and patted him on the shoulder before continuing.

MADISON: ”It’s alright Gabe, you’re just doing your job. So why attack Stefan?”

HARTMAN: ”Lord Raab…”

MADISON: ”Yeah I’m not going to call him by some doofy name that’s supposed to make him sound tougher than he really is. Anyone who has followed my career knows that back during the summer of 2013 myself, Tommy Knox, and Niobe Martin started a little group called The Black Hand. The Black Hand was supposed to be more than just another wrestlig faction. It was supposed to be a family. Along the way we added Michael Jennings and STEFAN Raab to the mix. The five of us pledged to stand by each other’s side, no matter what, and were going to change the order of professional wrestling. So what happened? APW closed its doors and everyone went their own ways, everyone except Knox and I. Knox and I have ridden together since and have had each other’s backs through thick and thin…”

HARTMAN: ”Okay, but why attack Lord Raab?”

MADISON: ”Well APW had a little reunion show a few months back and it was brought to my attention that maybe that pledge wasn’t being honored. Michael Jennings accused Tommy and I of turning our backs on The Black Hand, claimed the whole premise a lie. Truth be told, Michael Jennings walked away from professional wrestling while Niobe and STEFAN Raab went out on their own to further their singles careers. Tommy and I stood together. We scratched and clawed for everything we got and we did it as two brothers who were willing to die in that ring for one another. I think it’s time that I start reminding my former stablemates exactly what the Black Hand was supposed to stand for! And I’m starting with the masked German monster…”

HARTMAN: ”So this is issue with Lord Raab is pretty personal…”

MADISON: ”I fully understand that Raab and Niobe wanted to further their own careers. But that’s not what the Black Hand was created to be. It wasn’t about one person standing above the rest. It was supposed to be a true cohesive unit working for the greater good of the group. Raab needs to be reminded of that.”

HARTMAN: ”Well before we get there you have to have your first match in 4CW and that’s up next against Francis ‘Freedom’ Dart. Do you have anything to say in regards to Dart’s claim that he was a handpicked opponent for you by Perry Wallace and former 4CW GM, your business manager, Frankie Morrison?”

MADISON: ”Francis is pathetic. That’s an outlandish claim that suggests a lack of integrity in the matchmaking process. Perry paired us off because he knows we’re going to force the best out of each other and the fans in this arena are going to benefit from it. The fact that Francis would make such an outlandish claim only proves that I’m in his head! He knows this impressive little run he’s had to begin his 4CW career ends tonight, in Fairfax Virginia!”

The Fairfax crowd erupts at the cheap pop, bringing a smile to Madison and Hartman.

HARTMAN: ”Well thanks for your time Chris and good luck out there tonight.”

Madison reached out and shook Hartman’s hand before marching down the corridor towards the ring’s entrance area. Hartman watched with a pleasant smile as the production cut from the backstage interview.

MAIN CARD
CHRIS MADISON VS. FRANCIS DART

“Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC begins to play and out comes Francis “Freedom” Dart to a chorus of boos with a microphone in his hand.

VASSA: ”What’s he doing out here? I thought Chris Madison was going to make the first entrance?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what he’s doing here. Maybe a mix up?”

He arrogantly walks by the hazing crowd smirking and making fun of the skinny guy wearing a Virginia Tech University jersey before he goes to the ring and begins to speak.

FREEDOM: ”Here we are in Virginia, one of my least favorite places in the world. You know this from the stellar promos I cut against “Staph Infection” ‘Dumb’ Mannie Romero. Well just in case you missed it I put this little video package together so..play that funky footage white boy!”

“Play that funky music white boy” by Wild Cherry echoes throughout the arena as the video package begins to play on the big screen.

FREEDOM: ”It’s slim pickens trying to find somebody with an IQ over 25 in Virginia and that’s putting it nicely. What is the definition of safe sex in Virginia? Placing signs on animals that kick. How do you castrate someone from Virginia? Kick his sister in the mouth. Why are rectal thermometers banned in Virginia? They cause to much brain damage. Why aren’t Virginia Commonwealth cheerleaders allowed to do the splits? They stick to the ground. How is a girl from Virginia different from a bowling ball? Sometimes a bowling ball is harder to pick up. What’s the difference between Virginia and yogurt? Yogurt has an active living culture. Why do they sell so many button fly jeans in Virginia? Because the sheep can hear the zipper a mile away. What is the definition of a Virginia virgin? An ugly twelve year old who can out run her brother. What does a Virginia native and a bottle of beer have in common? They are both empty from the neck up. How do you separate the men from the boys in Virginia? With a restraining order. What did the Virginia female say after sex? Get off Dad, you’re crushing my smokes. I think we all get the point..don’t we?”

The fans boo loudly as the video package ends with the Gold Standard logo still gleaming on the arena big screen. Freedom of course has an amusing smirk on his face.

FREEDOM: ”Clear enough how I feel about Virginia and all you goat fuckers!? Goat fuckers? You can’t say that! That’s where you are all wrong. I’m on HBO and this is 4 Corners Wrestling..welcome to my house bitches! “

The fans boo angrily.

FREEDOM: ”Boo all you want–“

The arena gets louder almost deafening.

FREEDOM: ”Go ahead and get it all out of your system. This is live television so I can wait all night until you people shut your mouths!”

The fans get even louder for a minute but then it dies down to barely a roar.

FREEDOM: ”Now on to my opponent tonight Billy Madison..”

VASSA: ”Billy Madison?!”

The fans nearly tear the roof off the building at the mention of the great Chris “Mayhem” Madison.

JOHNSON: ”The fans know who he’s referring to!”

FREEDOM: ”I figured you’d like that.but I guess what..he’s nothing but a rusty piece of sh–“

The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears.

VASSA: ”What is that?!”

The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint. The crowd jumps to their feet as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).

We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out. His head is tucked down and covered by a black towel, focusing on the ground beneath him.

VASSA: ”Chris Madison has come!”

JOHNSON: ”I take it that Freedom’s words got to him and he had to make his presence felt!”

VASSA: ”About damn time! I was getting tired of hearing the boos from the fans. I want to see some wrestling!”

JOHNSON: ”You and me both, Vinny. I’ve been looking forward to the 4CW in-ring debut of Chris Madison and the wait is now over!”

The crowd roars in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground. Madison charges to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before holding his arms out horizontally.

VASSA: ”I’ve been fortunate enough to call a match of his many years back. It’s a pleasure to be here tonight and the one calling his 4CW debut.”

JOHNSON: ”So you actually plan on contributing for this match and not getting sidetracked?”

VASSA: ”How dare you, sir! I am a professional!”

JOHNSON: ”Freedom has been lighting things up since his debut just over a month ago. I have heard about Chris Madison but have never been at ringside to call a match of his. This is primed to be a great match, one that could very well steal the entire show.”

VASSA: ”I could have told you that!”

JOHNSON: ”Here we are folks, we have both competitors in the ring and it looks like the ref is ready to get things underway. The wait has come to an end!”

VASSA: ”About damn time! Let’s do it!”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with Freedom in his corner and receives the nod. He then turns to Madison who stares across the ring with his eyes locked on Freedom. After a slight delay, Madison then gives the ref the nod as the crowd pops with approval. The ref then slowly raises his hand in the air before swinging it downward, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: ”Showtime!”

Walking out of his corner, Madison approaches the center of the ring as Freedom pushes himself away from his corner as well. Standing only a foot away from one another, the two then circle the center of the ring, waiting to react to the others first move. After making a full revolution, Madison shoots in for a single leg takedown but as he does, Freedom back steps and then drives his elbow downward into Madison’s back. Wrapping his arm around Madison’s head, Freedom then locks in a side headlock and squeezes it tightly against his body. With the move secured, Freedom then draws back with his other hand and swings it across his body, driving it into the top of Madison’s head. He then locks his hands together while keeping the side headlock in tact and then twists his body, lifting Madison up from his feet and flipping him over to his back.

With the side headlock still secured and his body leveraging down on Madison, Freedom then unloads with his free hand and empties a clip of rapid, machine gun like punches to the head. Releasing the hold, Freedom rolls away and then pushes himself up to one knee while looking at Madison slowly recovering with a cocky smirk across his face. Once back to his feet, Freedom grabs Madison by the head and slowly lifts him up from the canvas and to both feet. Lifting Madison up into the air, Freedom then throws him back to the mat with a scoop slam that shakes the entire ring upon impact. After taking a few steps back, Freedom then gains a little momentum while moving back in just before dropping a knee to Madison’s forehead.

VASSA: ”Freedom was called out earlier in the week for being a young punk but it looks like the young punk is showing the seasoned vet a thing or two.”

JOHNSON: ”Francis has about five inches on Chris and has used that to his advantage since the sound of the bell.”

Pulling Madison up to his feet, Francis sizes him up for a moment before taking a swing for his head with a haymaker. Ducking at the last second, Madison then fires back with kick to Freedom’s shin. Madison then swings his other leg around and plants his foot into the side of Freedom’s knee, forcing it to give out as the weight of his body makes him drop down to it. With Freedom on one knee, Madison then turns his body while jumping up and driving his knee into Freedom’s chin with a flying knee strike. After putting Freedom on his back, Madison then jumps on top of him and unleashes a fury of knee strikes to Freedom’s ribcage. After pounding him like a piece of meat being tenderized, Madison delivers the final blow and knocks the breath out of Freedom with a powerful knee that crushes his ribs.

Pushing himself back up to his feet, Madison takes a few steps back as the sounds of the crowd engulf him. Hearing that unforgettable sound, he lets it soak in for a moment before putting his game face back on and locking his eyes on Freedom. After walking over to the fallen body, Madison grabs ahold of his arm and pulls him up to both feet. Once up, Madison then wraps his arms around Freedom’s waist and lifts him into the air before dropping him back to the canvas with a sit-out spinebuster that sends chills up everyone’s spine who’s watching. Bursting with energy back to his feet, Madison wastes no time and moves back in of Freedom who holds his back from the pain of the move prior.

Locking both hands around Freedom’s head, Madison then rolls him up to one knee. With his head tightly gripped, Madison then drives his knee upward, planting it into Freedom’s face. Madison then drives his other leg up and once again smashes Freedom’s face with the force. Going for a third, Madison drives the other leg upward but this time, Freedom locks his arms around his calf and then lifts him up from the mat as he stands to both feet. With Madison up and draped over one shoulder, Freedom takes off towards the corner across the ring. Moving with a slight limp, Freedom gets within range of the corner before dropping his shoulder with Madison over it.

CRASH!!!

Slamming Madison’s back into the corner, Freedom drives his shoulder into Madison’s chest.

VASSA: ”Freedom coming out of nowhere with that! He tried to squash Chris like a bug.”

JOHNSON: ”I didn’t see that coming after Chris kneed him in the face back to back but on the third try, Freedom decided to take matters into his own hands.”

VASSA: ”One of these days we’re going to witness the entire ring collapsing when someone does that and breaks the ring post away from the rest of the ring. And when that time comes, I hope it happens in one of the corners directly in front of us.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think you have to worry about–“

VASSA: ”I’m not much worried, I WANT to see that happen!”

JOHNSON: ”You better slip the crew members some cash then because these guys construct a fine ring. 4CW is a well oiled machine and unlike some of these other place we see come and go, we do not cut corners for anything.”

VASSA: ”You can leave the half assed antics in places like that dump Freedom came from before Perry rescued him.”

Backing away from the corner, Freedom releases Madison and watches as he slides down to a sitting position. With about five feet in between them, Freedom then takes a couple of steps forward before lifting his knee up and driving it into Madison’s face. Freedom then lifts Madison up from the mat and pulls him away from the corner before slamming him back into it with power. Freedom then lifts Madison up and sits him on the top of the turnbuckle before climbing to the second rope. Setting Madison up for something big, Freedom wraps his arms around him and then lifts him upward while falling backwards, dropping Madison to the canvas with a suplex from the top.

JOHNSON: ”Freedom with the perfectly executed head and arm suplex!”

VASSA: ”Chris Madison was up there! Freedom almost touched the stars with him once Madison’s feet got to their highest point.”

Rolling over to his stomach and pushing himself up, Freedom stands to his feet and then paces around the ring while Madison rolls back and forth, holding his lower back from the impact moments before. Grabbing Madison by the head, Freedom pulls him up to both feet and then wraps his arms around him, locking his hands behind his back. With raw strength, Freedom lifts Madison up from his feet and throws him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Hitting the mat with a thud, Madison rolls into the corner before coming to a stop. Climbing back to his feet, Freedom looks over the crowd as the massive amounts of boos pour in. Cracking a cocky grin, Freedom says a few choice words to the fans in the front row before directing his attention back to Madison.

After closing in on him in the corner, Freedom grabs ahold of Madison and drags him away from the corner before pulling him up to his feet. Turning Madison around to face the opposite direction, Freedom then locks his hands around Madison’s waist and lifts him up for a German suplex. Once above Freedom’s head, Madison continues to roll his body and pushes himself away to land on his feet as Freedom smacks the canvas empty handed. With Freedom’s head between his feet, Madison then drops down to one knee and unloads with rapid punches to the forehead. After connecting with half a dozen, Madison then stands back to his feet and hooks Freedom underneath the arms, pulling him up to his feet. Madison then quickly sets Freedom up for the pump-handle before lifting him up from the canvas and slamming him right back down.

JOHNSON: ”Even though there is a clear size difference between the two, Chris had no problem whatsoever putting him down with the pump-handle slam.”

VASSA: ”I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Chris in action and just when you think you have him right where you want him, he surprises everyone and shifts the momentum.”

JOHNSON: ”That right there was a clear cut example of that!”

Refusing to stay down, Freedom pushes himself up but before he can even get to a sitting position, Madison slams his elbow into the side of his head. After stunning Freedom for a brief moment, Madison pulls him up to his feet and then spins him around. Wrapping his arm underneath Freedom’s and the other across his throat, Madison locks in a half Nelson and begins to choke the life out of Freedom. Checking in with Freedom, the ref looks for the submission but clearly doesn’t get one as Freedom pushes him away while trying to break free from the hold. After wearing Freedom down for a few moments, Madison then lifts him up from his feet and drives him into the canvas with a half Nelson suplex.

Back to his feet, Madison shakes his head as he is surprised that Freedom is starting to get back up so quickly. Liking what he see’s, Madison then moves in to finish the job but before he knows it, Freedom pops up and gives him a nasty eye rake. After taking a few steps back, Madison rubs his eyes, giving Freedom enough time to move it and hit him with a hard right to the top of the head. Freedom then grabs onto Madison’s wrist and goes to throw him to the ropes behind him. Just when Freedom goes to release him, Madison reverses and locks onto his wrist. Position himself behind Freedom, Madison locks in a rear wrist lock while trapping Freedom’s arms. Madison then pulls Freedom’s wrist and forces him to spin around and as he does a full revolution, Madison then spins and hits Freedom in the back of the head with a rolling elbow strike.

JOHNSON: ”Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe Chris calls that move Comatosed?”

VASSA: ”You can call it whatever you want. I’m just gonna go with you got knocked the fuck out!”

JOHNSON: ”Wait a second… what the heck?!”

As Freedom falls face first to the canvas, the crowd roars with loud boos as Lord Raab storms out from the back and rushes towards the ring.

VASSA: ”IT’S LORD RAAB!!!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s come for payback! I knew this was bound to happen!”

Unaware of what’s happening, Madison looks down at Freedom while caught up in the moment. Meanwhile, Raab slides into the ring but is quickly noticed as Madison feels the movement behind him. Turning around too late, Madison catches a powerful right hand to the jaw that sends him stumbling backwards and tripping over Freedom who is out cold on the canvas.

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Lord Raab just put Chris down with the blind sided punch! He didn’t even see it coming!”

Raab then quickly moves in on Madison and kicks him while he’s down on his back. Watching on, the ref looks confused for a bit as to what exactly is going on. Raab then lifts Madison up from the canvas and backs him into the corner before going to work with a nasty combination of lefts and rights, beating Madison into a bloody pulp as each hand crushes his face.

JOHNSON: ”Raab has him right where he wants him! Someone needs to step in here!”

VASSA: ”Go right ahead! I’m not going to be the one to get in Lord Raab’s way.”

After looking on for a few moments, the ref then signals for the bell before rushing over to the edge of the ring to talk to a member of the ringside crew.

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

Ignoring the bell, Raab continues his assault on Madison without a care in the world.

VASSA: ”So I guess that’s it for the match…”

JOHNSON: ”What’s the decision though?”

VASSA: ”Your guess is as good as mine!”

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

Still ignoring the sound of the bell, Raab then grabs Madison by the back of the head and rips him away from the corner. Dragging him across the ring, Raab then throws him to the ropes and sends him flipping up and over the top, falling to the hard floor below.

POWERS: ”Hmmm… Here is your winner by disqualification… CHRIS MADISON!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Madison?!”

VASSA: ”WHAT?!?!”

JOHNSON: ”How is a winner even decided? This match should be a no contest!”

VASSA: ”You never know, Steve. For all we know, Lord Raab is out here to help Freedom. Could he be the newest member of Gold Standard?”

Climbing out of the ring, Raab stalks Madison who is still down on the floor and barely moving. Raab then pulls him up from the floor and then grabs ahold of his arm. Dragging him along the side of the ring, Raab then throws him into the rind steps, knocking them over.

JOHNSON: ”There’s no way he’s joining Gold Standard… is it? You would think Drew Stevenson would at least be out here if he was.”

VASSA: ”Drew has a big match coming up later tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”AND SO DOES RAAB!!!”

Rushing out from the back, security and members of the crew make their way to ringside and quickly separate Madison and Raab before the violent attack continues.

VASSA: ”Well, there goes all the fun!”

JOHNSON: ”Now that the fight has been broken up–“

VASSA: ”You call that a fight? It looked more like a one sided ass whooping if you ask me!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m still shocked by the decision of this match!”

About five or so members of the crew subdue Raab and pull him away from Madison. The rest of the crew then assist Madison whose head is covered in blood.

VASSA: ”This is definitely a controversial ending if we’ve ever seen one.”

JOHNSON: ”Controversial? How does this not qualify as a no contest?”

VASSA: ”Beats me but the refs decision is final.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m just sitting here scratching my head on this one.”

VASSA: ”At least it’s not me for once!”

JOHNSON: ”Well since the fight is broken up, we’re going to go backstage for a few moments while we get this mess cleaned up at ringside.”

Gabriel Hartman, the Lead Interviewer for 4CW is standing backstage with a large 4CW Logo centered in the back drop. His smile at the camera shows he is about to speak and as he does, his interview walks into the scene.

HARTMAN: “I’m here with the now former 4CW Champion, Jason Cashe! Welcome Jason, it’s good to see you here tonight.”

Nodding along with what Hartman said in the introductions, Cashe sniffs hard before snorting loudly to clear his throat.

HARTMAN: “Now you’re not booked to compete here tonight but I wanted to get your opinion on Ante Up and the 4 Way Ironman Match where you lost your Championship.”

CASHE: “My opinion? I lost. In this business losing comes to the best of them so I can’t beat myself up over a loss even if it wasn’t my shoulders pinned to the mat to get that final win Banks needed to become Champion.”

HARTMAN “So are you saying Banks can’t bea–“

Holding a finger up to cut Hartman off, Cashe walks past him as the camera follows the former Champion as he walks right up to a face not famed in 4CW but one here to defend his Internet Championship from Sister Promotion, Boardwalk Wrestling. That man was CJ O’Donnell aka “The Distinguished” and he had his Internet Championship draped over his shoulder. The two men stand staring at one another briefly and it’s Jason Cashe who speaks up first as Gabriel Hartman and the 4CW Cameras pick up their conversation.

CASHE: “So this is Boardwalk’s standard huh? Doesn’t seem like much…I thought you’d be…bigger!”

O’DONNELL: “Amp told me you were a feisty shit, how are you Cashe? Sorry to hear you lost your belt to a girl…”

CASHE: “Nothing to be sorry about, shit happens and I’ll move forward. A belt is never far off from being around my waist be it this promotion or any other, including yours…”

O’DONNELL: “Is that so? The confidence is soaring isn’t it? It’s no wonder why Amp says nothing but good things about you!”

The two share a laugh, Cashe and O’Donnell slap shake hands breaking from the playful banter people probably expected them to have. Alignments or fan approval wasn’t involved with this process as both knew some of the same people, had the same full force work ethic but that’s where their similarities ended.

CASHE: “Glad to see “The Unstable” being represented in 4 Corners! Better than the other crap running around here calling themselves a crew.”

O’DONNELL: “Some try and most fail. It’s gonna be fun tonight, showing those HOW fucks that they can’t fuck with “The Unstable” or CJ O’Donnell and that’s how his cookie will crumble! My word on that..”

Laughing and getting almost excited, Cashe bounces in place and extends a hand. O’Donnell shakes his hand again as the two agree on a number of things. They’d probably be enemies on the same roster but that wasn’t the case. Cashe at one time had a strong friendship with Amp and knew Ian Bishop as well.

CASHE: “Well I’ve never met Scott Stevens but I know if you’re “Unstable” then you’re top of the food chain! I am gonna be glued to the TV backstage, I’ll tell you that! Best decision Wallace has ever made with these Inter-Promotional Events.”

O’DONNELL: “Then it’s no surprise when I kick the can that is Stevens head and defend MY Championship!”

CASHE: “Good to hear man, glad we had the chance to talk. I’ll leave you be so you can get ready. Knock em dead man!”

Patting CJ O’Donnell on the belt he has over his shoulder, Jason Cashe and O’Donnell give each other a nod before Cashe steps past him and leaves the scene.

MAIN CARD
CALEB MOORE VS. RAMONA LEE EPPS

“I’M PHENOMENAL

PHEN .. OM .. ENAL

I AM PHENOMENAL”

“Phenomenal” by Eminem begins to play through the speakers and the boos instantly pour in. The crowd still waits in anticipation until finally they see Caleb Moore slowly emerge from behind the curtain, wearing a black pair of trunks with blue trim with matching boots, and a black cut off t-shirt with ‘HOLLYWOOD’ in big bold white lettering across the front. He slowly begins his descent of the ramp way, smirking as he looks out at the fans who fill the theatre. That smirk is soon erased however as Ramona lands down forearm across the back of his head!

JOHNSON: ”What is this? The match hasn’t even started yet!”

VASSA: ”What do you mean what is this? Isnt it obvious? Ramona isn’t waiting anytime with this maggot.”

JOHNSON: ”Maggot? What are you Dakota Smith?”

Moore falls face first into the ramp as Ramona jumps on top of him, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face down on the ramp over and over again. The referee in the ring at this point is freaking out but the tag-team champion doesn’t seem to care. Ramona picks up Moore and drags him over to the ring and rolling him in. She follows and quickly gets back up to her feet and screams at the ref to start the match, who then signals for the match to begin.

DING!!! DING!!!

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t want to argue with her either.”

JOHNSON: ”You have to be kidding me this is ridiculous!”

VASSA: ”I guess coming up short in the main event at Ante Up lit a fire under her ass.”

Ramona walks over to Moor and picks him up by the hair, Moore tries to counter back with a few shots to Ramona’s midsection but she quickly ends that with a stiff knee to the jaw. Ramona whips Moore against the ropes and on the rebounds hits a sickening dropkick sending the man down to the mat. Ramona quickly piles ontop of the mat and starts raining down blow after blow to the mans face, she throws in a few elbows and forearms and finishes off with a head-butt. The Referee pulls her off the man but she isn’t done going instantly back over to him and sits him up. Ramona then bounces off the ropes and hits a sickening sliding forearm smash!

JOHNSON: ”BLITZKRIEG BOP! Just pin him already!”

VASSA: ”No! No! Keep it going I’m loving this!”

Ramona has a sick smile on her face as she stands up to her feet and starts to drag Moore’s almost lifeless body across the mat. She takes him over to one of the corners and then lets go – laughing to herself as she does so. She then walks over to the turnbuckle and jumps up hitting a picture perfect split-legged moonsault. Instead of going for a pin however she just shakes her head no and grins. Ramona stands up and turns her back on Moore – this time giving the fans of piece of her mind. She doesn’t notice however Moore slowly getting up to his feet. He sees his chance and takes it quickly going up behind Ramona and getting her with a school boy roll up

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Ramona quickly kicks out of the hold and looks very angry. She gets up to her feet before Moore and starts to viciously stomp the life out of him. Before Caleb can even catch his breath Ramona flips his body around and begins to lock in the RAMONA-SUTRA!

JOHNSON: ”Things just got even uglier for Caleb!”

VASSA: ”This whole match has been hideous for him! He’s been getting dealt with before the bell even sounded.”

JOHNSON: ”This on is over!”

She yanks away at the hold, almost crippling Caleb’s body before he taps out. The ref goes to ring the bell for the end of the match but Ramona keeps the lock held in.

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

VASSA: ”That was quick!”

The ref is trying to pull Ramona off of Caleb but she just wont let go, then all of sudden the lights go out in the arena, a good couple of seconds go by and the lights come back on and in the ring is Dakota Smith! Ramona has broken her lock and seems almost shocked that Dakota has Caleb’s neck wrapped in a chain link noose! Dakota just winks at Ramona before he starts to drag his prey out of the ring,

VASSA: ”Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse! DAKOTA!!!”

JOHNSON: ”What is he doing with Caleb?”

VASSA: ”Twenty bucks says the next time we see him is on the back of a milk carton.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not taking that bet!”

VASSA: ”Come on! That’s easy money right there!”

Dakota continues to drag Caleb’s lifeless body up the ramp as Ramona stands in the ring and watches with a grin on her face. The ref then stands beside her and raises her arm but before he can fully extend it, Ramona jerks hers away from him and walks away from him.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by way of submission… RAMONA LEE EEPPPPSS!!!”

Once at the top of the ramp, Dakota stops once more to look back in the ring at his partner before laughing hysterically and dragging Caleb into the darkness.

JOHNSON: ”May god have mercy on his soul…”

VASSA: ”He isn’t going to have a soul much longer. Dakota is going to devour that as well.”

JOHNSON: ”Well Ramona comes back strong tonight with a near flawless win over Caleb Moore.”

VASSA: ”I feel sorry for the guy, honestly. He didn’t even have a chance. Ramona kicked his ass from the top of the ramp all the way to the ring. She’s pissed!”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll be right back folks!”

As our scene opens up in the backstage area, the very first person seen in view was of course, Drew Stevenson and standing next to him is Mark Robertson who sports a custom made Armani suit looking like a million bucks from head to toe. Already dressed to compete, Stevenson paces from side to side just a little bit as he is ready to step into that ring and he will momentarily. Taking the initiative, Mark Robertson begins to speak so that Stevenson can focus on his upcoming match.

ROBERTSON: “If there’s one constant in this business, it’s always somebody wanting to be the hero. Mr. Porter, you made a very big mistake when you decided to don the red cape in hopes of saving all of these people. You see, what you don’t realize is that when you put on that red cape? You put the biggest bull’s-eye on your back that you ever could have. You see my client here Mr. Porter…”

Motioning at Stevenson who continues to pace the area, Robertson continues to speak.

ROBERTSON: “… He has taken so many guys just like you and broken them in front of the entire world. All you want is for the people to like you, right? All you want is to hear them scream your name, to give you the love and admiration that you think you deserve but at the end of the day – is it really worth it?”

Giving Porter a moment to reflect on his decisions, the look on Robertson’s face tells a story all on its own and that’s because he already knows the outcome of the situation and that outcome is Stevenson walking out as the winner of this match.

ROBERTSON: “Sure, they will cheer your name but at the very first sign of you showing any signs of weakness? They will turn on you Porter, they will find somebody else to love and that’s because whether you want to believe it or not; donning the red cape only gets you so far and if you need further proof of that then look no further because tonight – you are going to be the man who we use as a symbolic meaning to showing everybody here just what happens when you try to be the hero in a villains world. You told the entire world that you wanted proof and let me tell you first and foremost Mr. Porter; you are getting ready to see that proof first hand and just like you did at Ante Up…”

Taking a moment to pause, the cameraman slowly pulls in on Robertson’s face as he looks as serious as a heart attack.

ROBERTSON: “… You are going to lose and you are going to shatter not only your hopes and dreams but the hopes and dreams of all of your fans, young and old who support you because they believe in you. You want to prove to the world that you are the best? Step on up, try to prove to the world that you are the best but just like we told you earlier on this week – Doomsday is on the horizon and the only thing that those people are going to see after tonight? Well, they’re going to see a broken down ring, a lot of rubble and of course; the Superman cape torn, tattered and shredded because this is one war that you can’t win.”

Shaking his head from side to side, suddenly, Stevenson turns to face the camera and has one thing to say before wrapping this up to get ready for his match.

STEVENSON: “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you because I tried, I told the world exactly what was going to happen and now that you have decided to defy me? You’re going to get your wish Porter and you are going to die a hero right in front of the entire world, which was exactly what you wanted. You know what they say, be careful what you wish for because you just… might… get it!”

With that being said, both Stevenson and Robertson turn away from the camera and walk off down the hall.

As the scene transitions from backstage to ringside, the 4CW Hot Shots circle the ring while entertaining the crowd with dancing and passing out drinks to the adults. For their first night, the Hot Shots have been successful in keeping the crowd from getting stiff between matches.

At the announcers booth, Vassa looks on with his eyes glued on the action while Johnson looks down at the paper in front of him. A loud eruption of boos fills the arena as the attention turns away from the Hot Shots and focuses at the entrance stage.

JOHNSON: ”What do we have here?!”

VASSA: ”Yeah…”

JOHNSON: ”Vinny!”

Johnson then delivers an elbow into the side of Vinny’s arm, forcing his to snap out of the stare he’s been locked in since the Hot Shots have been at ringside.

VASSA: ”What the hell?!”

JOHNSON: ”I had to do something to grab your attention. We have someone up at the stage but I can’t see who.”

VASSA: ”Hold up, is that… It’s Wallace! The boos should have been a dead give away!”

JOHNSON: ”I wonder why he’s out here. What’s he doing?”

VASSA: ”Umm… it appears that he’s headed down to ringside.”

Walking down the aisle, Wallace looks at the crowd displeased to see him. Playing it off, Wallace continues to make his way toward the ring with a dumb look on his face. Once at ringside, he takes a peak at the Hot Shots and then smiles as Holly Joy Garfield walks from the other side of the ring. Wallace then turns to the ringside steps with his eyes locked on her as he ascends to the top.

Once on the apron, Wallace walks along the edge and then enters the ring from underneath the top rope. Walking to the center of the ring, he then stops and looks over the crowd as the boos drown the entire arena. Pulling out a microphone from his pocket, Wallace turns it on and then taps it with his finger as the sound echoes over the crowd.

Standing in the center of the ring, Wallace waits as the boos die down. He then clears his throat and slowly raises the mic to his mouth.

WALLACE: ”I’ve never been here before but it is a pleasure to be out here tonight in front of you all.”

“BBBOOOOOO…”

WALLACE: ”It’s alright, I know I’m the last person that anyone wants to see tonight. I get it, I’m slowing down the show. You all want to see what we have next in the lineup and I don’t blame you. It’s alright though, just give me a few moments of your time. I have a few things that I need to address as we’ve now started on the path to Fright Night.”

“Before I get into the big plans for Fright Night, I would like to discuss a couple of things involving the tag team side of things in 4CW. If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few days then you may not have heard about an upcoming cross promotional match we have in High Octane Wrestling. That’s right, you heard correct. So it seems that HOW is putting their Tag Team championships on the line in a match that both 4CW and Boardwalk Wrestling have been invited to.”

“From Boardwalk Wrestling we have Ian Bishop and a man that you will see in action later tonight, CJ O’Donnell, teaming up to represent Atlantic City. That’s all fine and dandy. When I was asked to participate in this event I had one person come to mind. I wanted to send the most ruthless, insane and down right disgusting person into the world of HOW to represent 4CW. If you don’t know by now, that man is no one other than our Extreme Champion, Dakota Smith.”

“BBBOOOOOO…”

WALLACE: ”Oh come on now, no love for Dakota either? What’s wrong with you people? He’s you God of Violence. He’s the man that if you get on his bad side you end up on the back of a milk carton. He’s just a down right sick individual and that’s why I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to unleash him on the guys from HOW and Boardwalk.”

“So then the next step was finding this man a partner. Unfortunately neither of his teammates were able to venture into the world of HOW. We have stars in 4CW branching out to fly the 4CW banner and this wasn’t a week that worked for everyone’ schedule. So what do I do? I highly doubt anyone in the locker room would trust this man enough to team with him outside of 4CW soil. Hell, there’s only two people in 4CW who would and that just wasn’t happening.”

“So I decided to give the man a call.”

“I asked him, flat out, who would he want to team with in this cross promotional match. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. For a moment there I actually thought that he hung up on me. And then I heard him grunt before laughing into my ear. I was a little unsure what to think of it. For all I knew, he was carving up his next victim with me yapping in his ear. You know what he said after?”

“Cyrus Riddle”

Wallace lowers the microphone from his lips as the crowd gives mixed reactions.

VASSA: ”Cyrus who?”

JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle from Boardwalk Wrestling!”

After taking a short moment to let it all soak in, Wallace then raised the mic back to his lips.

WALLACE: ”But he’s not signed with 4CW… I said the same exact thing. I wasn’t trying to get on the mans bad side. I don’t want to end up on one of those milk cartons so you know what I said? Sure, why not. Come to find out, these two men are no strangers to one another. I believe they ran together in the past under the name of Omerta. Correct me if I’m wrong, I know I’m not the smartest man when it comes to past events.”

VASSA: ”Why is 4CW teaming with Boardwalk Wrestling to compete for the HOW Tag Team Championships?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know, Vinny. There are already two other wrestlers in this match representing Boardwalk Wrestling. What’s he trying to do, divide the members of Boardwalk?”

Wallace then paces around the ring for a moment as the crowd listens, unsure of how to react to the news.

WALLACE: ”Maybe I’m just drunk and babbling right now. I just thought that this was somewhat relevant given the cross promotional match we have tonight between HOW and Board walk Wrestling with their Internet Championship on the line in a 4CW ring. I have been known to botch a thing or two in the past so please forgive me if I’m doing that right now. I just needed to warm up my vocals for the real business at hand. We can shed some more light on this curveball after the match is said and done and half of the HOW Tag Team Championships are in 4CW’s possession.”

“Now onto the topic of discussion that is going to send chills down your spine.”

“The Fright Night Warzone.”

As that last word rolls off of Wallace’s tongue, the familiar boos associated with Wallace in the ring quickly turn to cheers but not for him. The Warzone was a huge match at last years Fright Night as we witnessed eight individuals inside of two rings enclosed within a steel cage.

WALLACE: ”That’s right, I’m here tonight to talk about the Fright Night Warzone! In four weeks we already have a battle scheduled as the 4CW Tag Team Championships will be on the line in a tournament. Which reminds me, I have to touch on that as well. At first this tournament, The Battle of Killadelphia, was announced to host eight teams with the championships on the line from the very start and a big cash payout at the end. Those spots fill up quickly. I have interests outside of 4CW wanting to get into this action and compete on the real fucking show. So here’s another announcement for you all out there listening, and I mean everyone in the back who has plans on stepping into this battle.”

“I have decided to make this tournament a twelve team deal. Twelve teams? How do you plan to do that? Simple. We’ll have three brackets and at the end of it all, we’ll watch as three teams scratch and claw for the grand prize of money and gold. And that’s just a battle on our way to the real war which will happen at Fright Night.”

“At Fright Night I want to see carnage in the ring at all times. I want to see victors standing over the fallen. This course we’re set on now isn’t going to be an easy one for ANYONE involved and believe me, there’s enough room for EVERYONE to be involved.”

“We’re going to have two rings side by side and a cage hanging above them both. You better believe that we’re going to use them!”

“We could see the Tag Team Championships on the line inside of them.”

“We could see the Underground Championship inside of them.”

“We WILL see the Extreme championship inside of them. The only questions is how many people will be trapped inside? The more the merrier.”

“We could see the Pride Championship inside of them.”

“You already know that we WILL see the 4CW Championship inside of those two rings and cage with eight people trying to rip each other apart.”

“Hell, If the cards fall right we could very well see the Pride and 4CW Championships in the same match. It’s all about who wants to step to the plate and compete for the top prizes in 4CW. Maybe Brennen Devlin will grow bored of the Pride by then and want to put it on the line for a chance at the 4CW belt. The possibilities are ENDLESS.”

Wallace lowers the mic from his mouth as he walks from one side of the ring to the other, taking a short moment to think to himself.

JOHNSON: ”Wow, he’s talking about a lot of stuff going on at once. Things could get pretty hectic.”

VASSA: ”I just think he’s drunk and has no plan whatsoever of what’s going to happen. The eight people for the 4CW Championship is a lock but now he’s just talking craziness.”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe he’s just ready to see an all out war break loose.”

VASSA: ”Who doesn’t want to see that?”

Standing at the edge of the ring, Wallace locks his eyes on a sign in the crowd that reads, “Boardwalk Vs. HOW”. A grin comes to his face as he turns back and walks to the center.

WALLACE: ”Hell, we have people like Cyrus Riddle, Scott Stevens and CJ O’Donnell willing to mix it up with the folks here in 4CW. I’d even go out as far as to say we could very well see any of those three enclosed inside of that cage. We can do 4CW against the world!”

“CCHHEEEERR!!!”

Surprised by the reaction of the crowd, Wallace looks confused as the fans erupt with that last statement. Not sure how to react, he stands in silence for a moment while looking over the crowd and nodding his head slowly, pleased with the response.

WALLACE: ”4CW against the world. Don’t hold me to that but if anyone wants to come to our house and step up, I’m sure we have able bodies in the back who will send them back to where they came from empty handed.”

“Fright Night is upon us. The Warzone is slowly creeping up on us as each day passes. I know damn well that I’m ready to see how this unfolds. I just hope that Felicity Banks, Dakota Smith, Ramona Epps, Brennan Devlin and Niobe Martin are ready to go to war for what is theirs. We didn’t get the reputation we have today by playing things safe and easy. We put it on the line each and every time and Fright Night is going to be no different. This could very well be one HUGE cluster fuck of chaos and carnage but at the end of the night, I don’t expect the landscape to ever be the same.”

“That’s all I got. I’ll let you get back to the show and I’ll stop delaying the action and adrenaline fix you all need. Hey, send the Hot Shot recruit out here for her try out!”

Wallace then drops the mic as the sound of it crashing into the canvas echoes over the entire arena. He then makes his way to the edge of the ring and climbs onto the apron. Slowly walking down the steps, he then locks his eyes on Holly as she approaches. After talking for a short moment, the two then make their way up the aisle as the scene cuts backstage.

Heading backstage we find ourselves with a overjoyed Demi Griffin having won her first singles match earlier in the night and now backstage still in her ring gear. Standing next to a staff member who is currently congratulating her, she smiles.

DEMI: ”Thanks so much!”

Demi waves as the staff members walks off now instead met with Flipp walking down the hall heading towards his match which is up next. Demi has a big smile walking over to him jumping right in for a hug.

DEMI: ”Good luck out there.”

Flipp laughs as they share their hug. Smiling from ear to ear.

FLIPP: ”Thanks Demi. I saw you out there tonight. Still a beast at it. I don’t think buddy touched you out there.”

Demi clearly happy with how her match went, feeling pretty proud judging by her wide smile.

DEMI: ”Thanks you go get yours now.”

Before Flipp can get on his way though the two are interrupted by Royce Paxton Griffin walking into the scene. Looking as though he’s been drinking a bit on his night off.

RPG: ”What you talkin’ with this fool for? He’s got a match to go and lose here quick. You know I’d have fucked you up had we met in that match right?”

Royce stumbling over his breath probably showing just the kind of night he’s already begun to have as he talks trash to long time foe Flipp who slightly cuts his eyes.

FLIPP: ”We didn’t though. Ish, I don’t think you woulda fuck me up brah. Look like Aidan did that to you. You shownuff know how to talk a big game, but aye right now that’s all you doing.”

Flipp could smell the alcohol on Royce’s breath. He looks at Royce and could tell he was drunk.

FLIPP: ”Why yo brother step out the hotel like this Demi? He drunk right now”

Demi stands by looking a bit embarrassed and caught off guard by this sudden stand off between her brother and friend.

RPG: ”I got a week off man, enjoying it. You go in that ring and try to do your best to win. Maybe I’ll come down there and send little a message, I’m pretty bored. Dakota been ducking me all night, same with Aidan. So maybe I’ll come to you direct.”

Royce steps up in Flipp’s face with a bit of a smirk. He knows full well that Flipp’s match up is up next and any sort of brawl would certainly effect that.

FLIPP: ”Come on man. I don’t wanna have to hit a drunk man. I gotta match coming up brah. I don’t need you all up in my face. You wanna fight then go find somebody else.”

Flipp takes two steps backward not trying to have any conflicts for his match that’s next here in the Eaglebank Arena.

DEMI: ”Good luck again Flipp.”

Demi steps in between the two of them with Royce looking over at her smirking as their eyes meet. Royce seeming to want to fight just about anyone at this point, walking around the halls drunk. They share a glare as Flipp finally rolls his eyes and heads out for his match as Demi pushes Royce away and down the hall.

RPG: ”Your time coming man! Everyone’s time is coming!”

MAIN CARD
DREW STEVENSON VS. LO’RENZO PORTER

The lights suddenly just shut off consuming the entire arena in complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing “I’m the Man” by Aloe Blacc as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans boo him heavily.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing fix feet, two inches tall. He is “The Emerald” and “Public Enemy Number One”, DREW STEVENSON!!!”

He just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green wrestling pants, dark green knee pads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. Once at ringside, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

JOHNSON: ”Drew Stevenson is coming off an impressive win at Ante Up in a triple threat bout.”

VASSA: ”I know a lot of people hate the guy but truth be told, he really isn’t all that bad. He’s passionate about what he does, he’s passionate about the sport. I know he has a huge ego but a lot of people underestimate the man.”

JOHNSON: ”What you just said there didn’t even make any sense. How do you go from he really isn’t all that bad to people underestimate him?”

VASSA: ”Since when does anything I say after the second or third match ever make sense?”

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

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

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

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

VASSA: ”Flipp is coming off a tough loss at Ante Up with the Pride Championship on the line. He was able to put the current champ at the time, Aidan, out of the match but just couldn’t seal the deal against the fresh body in the ring and that being Brennan Devlin.”

JOHNSON: ”Like the man said, you win some and you lose some. What matters is how you handle yourself and if you get back up after falling down.”

VASSA: ”Although that may be true, Steve, a loss is tough enough as it is, add a title to that and it’s even tougher.”

JOHNSON: ”We’ll see how he handles himself then.”

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

DING!!! DING!!!

Coming out of their corners, the two approach each other and meet in the center of the ring. After exchanging words with one another, the two then lock up and fight for leverage over the other. Lifting his knee upward, Drew plants it into Flipp’s stomach and then pulls his head down and applies a side headlock. Planting his hands in Drew’s back, Flipp pushes himself away and pulls his head free, breaking the headlock creating space between the two.

Turning around to face Flipp, Drew then lunges forward to grab ahold of him but comes up short as Flipp side steps out of the way and looks on as he passes by. Whipping around, Drew then lunges towards him again to lock up but this is no different than the one before. Flipp quickly side steps out of the way and then gives him a little kick in the rear for humor. Standing straight up and shaking his head with his back turned to Flipp, Drew mumbles to himself before slowly turning back around and staring at Flipp standing across from him.

The two then circle each other for a moment before locking horns again and fighting once more for leverage. Noticing the ref behind him, Drew takes a few steps backwards, allowing Flipp to push him, until his back blocks the refs view. Drew then digs his thumb into Flipp’s eye, breaking the hold and putting him at a disadvantage. With Flipp holding his eye in pain, Drew then kicks him in the stomach and follows up by lifting him from the canvas and throwing him back down with a scoop slam.

JOHNSON: ”The ref might not have seen that but I saw that thumb to the eye in plain sight.”

VASSA: ”If the ref doesn’t see it then it’s like it never happened.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s one way of looking at it but that still doesn’t make it right.”

Pulling Flipp up from the mat, Drew then pulls him in closely and positions himself to his side. Lifting Flipp up from his feet, Drew then drops him to the mat with a side suplex that sends a thud echoing throughout the arena. Back to his feet, Drew takes a few steps back from Flipp and then comes towards him before jumping up into the air and landing on his shoulder with a rolling knee drop.

After getting back to his feet, Drew doesn’t waste anytime and moves in on Flipp. Grabbing him by the head, Drew rolls him up to his feet and then sizes him up for a moment before hitting him in the chops with a European uppercut. Stumbling backwards, Flipp hits the ropes then rebounds off, surprising Drew with a jumping knee driven directly under the chin. Falling flat on his back, Drew quickly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself but to all fours but before he can stand, Flipp rushes in and hits him over the back with a double axe handle, knocking him back to his stomach.

Flipp then grabs Drew by the head and pulls him up to both feet before locking onto his wrist and pulling him inward to throw him to the corner behind him. Before Flipp can release him, Drew reverses the throw and sends Flipp running to the corner instead. Quick on his feet, Flipp leaps into the air and plants his feet on the top ropes, one on each side of the corner before jumping off and turning his body in the air. Catching Drew off guard, Flipp flies towards him and puts him flat on his back with a flying clothesline.

VASSA: ”I’ve always been impressed by the athleticism that Flipp demonstrates each time he steps inside of that ring.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s a true delight to watch”

With Drew on his back, Flipp quickly crawls on top of him and goes for the cover.

ONE

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T… KICKOUT!!!

Getting a shoulder up quickly Drew breaks the pin attempt. Not wasting any time to argue with the ref, Flipp pushes himself up and grabs ahold of Drew’s head. Rolling him over to one knee, Flipp then pulls him the rest of the way up but as he does, Drew plants both of his hands into Flipp’s chest and pushes him backwards into the ref. Falling to the mat, the ref goes down but nothing serious. Flipp then charges towards Drew but once in range, Drew side steps him and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Falling forward, Flipp’s throat lands on the top rope and then bounces his head upward before falling down to the mat.

Drew then pushes himself up and then grabs ahold of Flipp’s head before dragging him over to the ropes. Drew then rolls Flipp over to his stomach and lifts his head up to place it over the top rope where his neck rests, keeping it elevated. Drew then places his foot on the back of Flipp’s head and grabs ahold of the top rope with both hands and then uses it for leverage. Pressing Flipp’s head forward, Drew chokes him with the bottom rope as the ref quickly rushes in and demands for him to release the hold. Ignoring the refs request, Drew continues to choke Flipp as the ref begins the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–”

Drew then removes his foot from the back of Flipps head and steps back. The ref then confronts him with a warning as Drew smiles with his hands in the air acting as if her were innocent.

VASSA: ”Here we go again!”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve seen Drew use these dirty tactics a time or two since he’s signed with 4CW.”

VASSA: ”These type of moves cost him his first match in 4CW with the now 4CW Champion, Felicity Banks.”

JOHNSON: ”This is his first warning and if he plays things like he did in that particular match we could see a lot more before a decision is made.”

Standing between the two, the ref keeps Drew back while giving Flipp time to pull himself up to his feet. Gasping for air, Flipp holds on to the top rope while staring across the ring at Drew who stares right back. Drew then brushes by the ref and charges towards Flipp who pushes himself away from the ropes and charges we well. Drew then goes for a running clothesline but as he swings, Flipp ducks underneath the attack and keeps trucking towards the ropes across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, Flipp comes back at Drew who then ducks down to deliver a back drop but Flipp leaps over his body and continues to the ropes. After landing and taking a couple of steps, Flipp jumps into the air and plants his feet onto the middle rope before springboarding off and turning his body in the air, flying at Drew with a cross body.

Catching Flipp in mid air, Drew holds him horizontally with both hands and paces around the ring before lifting him chest high and then dropping him across his knee with a backbreaker. After bouncing off of Drew’s knee, Flipp rolls over and smacks the canvas face first. Drew then stands to his feet and walks to Flipp’s legs and grabs ahold of the right one. Raising his leg into the air, Drew then slams it down, driving Flipp’s knee into the canvas with force as the sound travels over the electric crowd.

Drew then grabs ahold of the same leg and lifts it up in the air once more only to repeat and drive Flipp’s knee into the mat. Rolling Flipp over to his back, Drew then grabs ahold of the other leg and sets Flipp up in a figure four with the pressure on the knee that had been slammed twice prior. The ref quickly rushes in to check with Flipp who yells in pain while fighting through it. Refusing to tap, Flipp continues pushing forward while trying to maneuver himself out of the leg lock.

He then plants both fists into the canvas and begins to pull himself backwards while dragging Drew along for the ring. After pulling himself and Drew about two yards, Flipp then lays on his back and extends his arm, reaching for the bottom rope but only inches away from being able to grab it. With the ref constantly checking with him, Flipp brushes him off and then stretches his arm as far as he can reach and grabs ahold of the bottom rope. The ref quickly yells for Drew to release the hold and of course, he doesn’t, forcing the ref to start the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–”

Drew then releases the hold and rolls away as the ref stops the count. Standing to his feet, Drew back steps as the ref herds him to the corner and gives him another warning. Meanwhile, Drew, like always, holds up both hands and acts innocent as the ref scolds him.

VASSA: ”Boy does he wait until the last possible split second to release the hold when the ref is about to hit that five count.”

JOHNSON: ”He knows what he’s doing and he knows that he can get away with. He’s just using the rules to his advantage while bending them to his.”

VASSA: ”Well that’s two warnings. Will the ref give a third or will he enforce the three strike rule?”

With the ref holding him back, Drew looks on as Flipp pulls himself up with the ropes but hesitant to put any weight on that knee after the vicious figure four. Drew then shoves the ref out of the way and rushes towards Flipp who can barely stand on his own. Going for a running clothesline, Drew misses as Flipp ducks underneath, sending him up and over the top rope, falling to the floor below. With Drew on the outside, the ref then starts the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

After a rough fall, Drew begins to pull himself up with assistance of the apron.

“Three! … Four! … Five!”

Finally up to his feet, Drew then walks to the adjacent side of the ring to get away from Flipp who stands in front of him, holding onto the ropes to keep the weight off of his leg.

“Six! … Seven!”

Drew then grabs ahold of the ropes and pulls himself up to the apron. Standing there for a moment, he then enters underneath the top rope. Noticing Flipp still favoring his leg, Drew makes his move and rushes in towards him. After getting close enough to attack, Drew raises both hands above his head and goes for a double axe handle but hits the ropes instead when Flipp steps out of the way without showing any true signs of pain to his leg.

VASSA: ”Flipp was faking it!”

JOHNSON: ”Sneaky, sneaky!”

On both of his feet and evenly distributing his weight, Flipp bounces back and forth, showing that his knee isn’t in any real pain. He then grabs Drew by the shoulder and spins him around. After kicking him in the stomach, Flipp then steps in and flips Drew over to his back with a snap suplex. The two race to get to their feet but standing first, Flipp looks at Drew and delivers a hard right to the side of the head, knocking him back a couple of steps just as he stands up. With Drew still up, Flipp then jumping in the air and hits Drew in the mouth with a roundhouse kick, sending him stumbling and crashing into the corner close by.

After hitting the corner hard, Drew bounces off and storms towards Flipp, who quick on his feet, reacts with a devastating elbow shot to his chin.

JOHNSON: ”The Flippbow!”

Drew then stumbles backwards and crashes into the corner again and this time, he bounces off once more but wobbles. Seeing an opportunity, Flipp then does a back flip and catches Drew in the chin with his foot as he kicks it upward.

JOHNSON: ”And now Juice!”

VASSA: ”Two back to back moves and now Drew is down on his back and doesn’t look to be getting up.”

Pushing himself up to all fours, Flipp looks across the mat at Drew who is lying motionless on his back. He then crawls over to him and makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”Flipp wins it!”

JOHNSON: ”We actually had a clean finish to this match and it wasn’t in Drew’s favor!”

VASSA: ”I wasn’t sure who would actually win this one but one thing I didn’t count on was Flipp scoring the pin over Drew.”

JOHNSON: ”It’s one thing that has been discussed for quite a few weeks now but finally someone in 4CW can say they’ve pinned the great Drew Stevenson.”

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

“Glory hits the speakers as Flipp stands to his feet, welcomed with a huge pop from the crowd as the arena rumbles. Flipp then runs over to the corner and hops onto the second rope before throwing both hands in the air and igniting the crowd. Hopping down, he then makes his way to the center of the ring where the ref then grabs his arm and raises it above their heads.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, LO’RENZO PPOORRTTEERR!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This was an excellent match from start to finish. We saw some dirty tactics by Drew Stevenson but in the end, Flipp was able to persevere and have his hand raised for the victory.”

VASSA: ”Drew has been hot since signing with 4CW. Even though he is somewhat new, this is a HUGE win for Flipp to bounce back and get himself back on track.”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s go backstage for a moment, we’ll be right back!”

The cameras go live backstage as the cameras catch sight of Jair Hopkins and the “Blue Yung Marvel” himself, Lo’Renzo Porter aka Flipp as they roll up on the scene on those now Hoverboard Segways as the fans inside the Eagle Bank Arena in Fairfax goes crazy. 4CW’s own, Gabriel Hartman pops up, full of smiles as he sees the two approach, chatting amongst themselves.

HARTMAN: “Flipp … Hopkins, what’s good?”

The two stop, placing one foot on the floor with the other remaining on the board. Gabriel Hartman nods, digging the look.

HARTMAN: “Those segway boards are absolutely amazing!”

HOPKINS: “Indeed it is man, brings me back to my days of rolling on a skateboard. No kick and push here though. As far as what’s good … Everything is good right now. We’re in good ol’ Fairfax, Virginia tonight. Packed house as it has been an awesome night tonight that’s going to get even hotter.”

FLIPP: “What’s good witchu G-Hart? Glad to see you man. You know me. Feelin some aches from my match I jus had wit Drew jus now, but aye these boards are dope though. My first time on one of these.”

Lo’Renzo does a little three sixty on the board before smiling.

FLIPP: “These make me not even wanna walk no more. I can jus skate everywhere.”

Hopkins nods while smiling at the same time. Holding his arms out wide.

HOPKINS: “The greatest invention ever man. Crazy how you can do anything on this thing.”

HARTMAN: “I’m digging it guys. Hops, my man you think you could hook your boy up?”

Hopkins looks at Hartman before looking at Lo’Renzo to which he goes back and looks at Hartman for a moment before answering.

HOPKINS: “I’ll see what I can do, Gabe. Right now though, there’s some Breaking News to be told.”

Hartman shook his head as he didn’t seem to get any kind of alerts.

HARTMAN: “Breaking News? Where?”

Hopkins smile as he points to Lo’Renzo and himself. Hartman didn’t seem to catch on to it.

FLIPP: “Not jus breakin news too G-Hart. It’s some wonderful news. Trust me The Loyal Framo gonna love this.”

Lo’Renzo smiled while nodding his head. Gabriel still in a confused state.

HARTMAN: ”So what is the news? As you can tell by my expression I’m dying to hear.”

Lo’Renzo looks over at Jair.

FLIPP: “You want to do the honor?”

Hopkins daps up Lo’Renzo as he points to Hartman.

HOPKINS: “You’re now looking at the teaming of two young stars here in 4CW. Homies till’ the end. A successful partnership it’ll be as we stand as one of the entrants in 4CW’s massive tag team tourney that is to come.”

The crowd grew in excitement as they cheer the roof off of the Eagle Bank Arena.

FLIPP: “Yup that’s right y’all. Me and Jair will be teaming up. This is truly somethin that’s good for Four C Dub. Two former champions making themselves one. The Tag Tourney jus got real.”

Hartman looks at Jair before looking at Lo’Renzo whilst nodding his head.

HARTMAN: ”That is some breaking news. I don’t think anyone saw this coming. I know I didn’t.”

HOPKINS: “That’s the great thing about surprises … You never see it coming. It’s going to be beautiful!”

HARTMAN: “I seriously am a bit lost for words at the moment. Thanks for making that my first, guys!”

Hopkins and Flipp once again dap as the crowd is seriously loving it. Hartman is speechless as the duo rolls off on their segway board down the hallway as the cameras went back to ringside.

MAIN CARD
EXTREME RULES MATCH
LORD RAAB VS. AIDAN CARLISLE

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

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

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

Two missile-like pink fireballs launch from above the ring toward the entrance, igniting the stage in a wall of pink flame. Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” fill the theater. She stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights and hot pink strobes. She smirks like a predator from ear to ear as the cheers from the crowd and the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.

“This is war time, this is our time

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

This is go time, this is showtime

We will fight ’til their wills are broken

This is game time, and insane time

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

Find the power, to devour

Let the beast inside now be woken

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Rochester, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is the Queen of Extreme, AIDAN CAAARLIIISLEEE!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive

Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive

Feel the energy build in your soul

‘Cause it’s time

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

“Oh, In the calm before the storm

Another legend will be born

Another battle will be won

We will rise

Oh, So heed the call of confrontation

Today we feed on domination

Secure a legacy that will never die

Be immortalized”

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

JOHNSON: “New music and a new attitude as tonight marks Aidan Carlisle’s third extreme rules match here in 4CW, but her first since announcing that she has officially moved to the Extreme Division. It’s sure to be one hell of a show.”

VASSA: “For sure, Steve, because Aidan has to hit the ground running here against the Masked German Monster, Lord Raab. Taking down the big man is not going to be an easy task.”

JOHNSON: “And to top it all off, it sure looks like these two just genuinely do not like one another. I think we can expect to see some of that malice come out tonight.”

VASSA: “I certainly hope so. If there is bad blood between these two, I want to see it on the mat.”

As the referee calls for the bell Aidan makes the first move, racing across the ring with a high flying knee that staggers Raab but doesn’t take him down. She follows with a shuffle side kick that pushes him back into the corner. Taking another run she grabs him by the head and falls backward, driving both knees into his face with a codebreaker. As Raab falls forward Aidan rolls out of the ring to avoid getting trapped.

JOHNSON: “Smart move by Aidan, coming out strong and fast to start wearing down a much bigger opponent.”

VASSA: “She’ll have to do a lot more than that, though, to get the job done.”

Aidan keeps an eye on Raab as she moves to the other side of the ring, pulling up the apron cover to investigate just what is under there. She manages to pull out a chair, a kendo stick, and a black backpack from which she pulls a length of chain and a steel pipe before Raab is up and crossing the ring. Aidan hops up onto the apron and Raab hooks one arm, flipping her clear over the ropes and onto her back on the mat.

The Masked German Monster delivers a few hard stomps to her midsection, and then an elbow drop. He goes for a second, but she rolls out of the way at the last second and his elbow crashes into the canvas. Aidan slides out of the ring, snatches up the chain, and slides back into the ring all in one fluid motion, rolling on top of Raab and throwing the chain around his throat, crossing it at the back and cranking down hard.

Raab reaches up with one hand, trying to get his fingers under the chain. At the same time he uses his much larger size and starts to stand up, even with Aidan still on his back. Raab gets all the way to his feet, forcing Aidan to lock her legs around his waist. Even as she is hauling back on the chain, she’s also squeezing her knees hard into his ribs.

Raab moves toward the corner, turning and driving Aidan spine first in to the turnbuckle with all of his weight behind it. He does it a second time, and a third, finally breaking her grip. As Aidan staggers back into the corner, she tosses the chain to the outside of the ring. Raab gives her no room to escape, nailing her with a corner clothesline.

JOHNSON: “That just goes to show the stamina and pain threshold of Lord Raab, staying conscious as Aidan choked him with that chain.”

VASSA: “I think just about anyone else would be unconscious on the mat right now.”

As Aidan falls down into the corner from the clothesline Raab presses his massive boot across her throat. She struggles for several moments to get his foot off, but she can’t get it to budge. Changing her strategy, Aidan delivers several sharp kicks to the back of Raab’s other knee, the fourth one finally taking him down. As she gets to her feet, Aidan grabs the back of his head and drives his face into the turnbuckle for good measure.

Both roll away from one another and out of the ring. Aidan goes back to digging under the same side she had been exploring earlier while Raab goes for the opposite. The Monster drags out a table, a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire, a trashcan… Aidan adds to her pile with two heavy canvas bags and from that same black backpack a set of hot pink brass knuckles… Raab pulls out not one, but several, chairs and finally a ladder.

Taking one of the canvas bags in each hand Aidan swings both across the mat in a wide arch, spilling thumbtacks over every last inch of the ring. Raab throws multiple chairs into the ring and grabs the barbed-wire wrapped two-by-four before sliding in. Aidan slips on the brass knuckles and brings along the steel pipe as she climbs the stairs and ducks under the rope to avoid disturbing her masterpiece on the canvas.

JOHNSON: “This is about to get ugly!”

VASSA: “I can’t wait!”

The two circle one another in the ring, each twirling their chosen weapon in hand, scattering thumbtacks this way and that. Raab swings with the two-by-four but Aidan ducks. Aidan lunges in with the steel pipe but Raab sidesteps and this time nails her across the back with the barbed-wire-wrapped weapon. The sound Aidan makes is more growl than scream as she pivots on her heel. Raab scoops her up as though he’s going for a backbreaker but Aidan uses the momentum and swings her body around his with a tilt-a-whirl DDT, driving him face first into the thumbtacks!

Somehow, neither hesitates to get to their feet. Raab has tacks embedded in his mask and exposed parts of his face. Aidan’s back practically glitters from the sheer number of tacks stuck in her. The Masked German Monster snatches up one of the chairs he had thrown in and cracks Aidan across the back, driving the tacks in deeper!

Raab goes for a second swing with the chair, but Aidan ducks, pivots, and flips Raab down to a seated position on the mat with a hip toss. Wasting no time, Aidan picks up that steel pipe she brought with her, dashes to the ropes, rebounds, and slams Raab in the back of the head with a sliding clothesline using the pipe! Aidan rolls back out of the ring while the Monster is down.

The roar of the crowd in the packed arena is deafening as they start to chant.

We want tables!!!

We want tables!!!

We want tables!!!

Aidan points down at the table that has been pulled out, and the sound gets louder yet. She picks it up and starts to slide it into the ring. Raab is back on his feet, however, grabbing the other end of the table and driving it back into her chest! Aidan tumbles backward onto the ramp and Raab finishes pulling the table into the ring.

Lord Raab begins to set up the table in the ring as Aidan rolls onto her side, pounding the side of her fist against the floor a few times. By the time Raab has locked the legs of the table in place, Aidan is on her feet, leaving a trail of thumbtacks behind as she hops up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. She leaps off for a flying crossbody but Raab catches her midair!

The Masked German Monster switches his grip so that he’s holding her up by the throat with one hand! Aidan grasps his wrist with both hands and kicks at his ribs, but Raab refuses to let go. Stalking across the ring, Raab drives Aidan through the table with a chokeslam powerbomb!

JOHNSON: “Raabinator! Aidan just felt the wrath of the Monster!”

VASSA: “The table practically exploded, there are splinters everywhere!”

Without even pulling Aidan out of the debris, Raab drops and makes the cover.

ONE

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TW—KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Was that even one and a half?!”

JOHNSON: “Both competitors still very much in the game in spite of all we have seen so far.”

Aidan rolls away from Raab and the broken table, picking up more thumbtacks and some splinters along the way. Raab ignores her for the moment, grabbing a half of the broken table that is still relatively whole. He props it up in the corner, making sure it is secure. Finally he turns back to his opponent, pulling her up by the hair.

Aidan throws several punches into Raab’s midsection, but the Monster is still undeterred. Raab hooks both hands around her waist, flipping her up to his shoulders and transitions his hold to both of her upper arms. Running toward the corner he throws her into the broken half of the table with a crucifix powerbomb! Aidan splinters through the table and rolls right out of the ring.

Raab roars as he kicks the remainder of the table out of the ring, throwing both arms into the air while the crowd boos. The big man steps over the top rope and hops down to the floor. As Aidan pulls herself to her feet, Raab charges forward, spearing her right into the steel stairs!

JOHNSON: “Despite kicking out of that pin, things are not looking good for Aidan right now. Raab seems to be firmly in control.”

VASSA: “Two powerbombs in a row through a table and a spear into the stairs? I think I would just lay down and play dead.”

JOHNSON: “But not Aidan! Look, she’s getting up!”

Raab grabs Aidan once more, whipping her toward the apron. Aidan adjusts in time and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Rolling all the way through to her feet she bounces off of the ropes on the opposite side, dashes back, and sails between the top two ropes in a suicide dive! The impact drives Raab backward, spine first into the barricade!

Not done yet, Aidan stands, leaps toward the apron, launches herself off and twists midair to nail Raab in the face with a superman punch with those brass knuckles she’s been wearing all this time! Raab stumbles back into the barricade again, and then forward toward the apron, Aidan carefully keeping out of his reach. As Raab lunges forward for a clothesline, Aidan ducks and uses the momentum to flip him over the barricade, right into the crowd!

Aidan leaps up on top of the barrier and flies off, looking for an elbow drop. Raab stands and grabs her all in one motion, driving her to the floor with a scoop slam! Raab goes for a stomp to the midsection but Aidan rolls out of the way just in time! He tries again but Aidan catches him with a drop toe hold!

Getting to her feet, Aidan starts to move backward through the crowd, shouting at Raab and taunting him with a “come at me” motion with both hands.

JOHNSON: “Where are they going?!”

VASSA: “Wherever they want!”

Lord Raab charges at Aidan but she reverses into an Irish whip. Raab reverses the whip and flips Aidan right on top of some of the sound equipment with a high arm drag! Before she can get away he hits an elbow drop to the chest! As he tries for a second Aidan rolls off of the other side and gets quickly to her feet.

Raab continues to stalk Aidan as she moves backward, a wicked smirk on her face, taunting him the whole way. The two trade a few shots as they circle around toward the stage at the entrance. Aidan hops right back over the barrier, but Raab stops, glaring down at one of the crowd control officers until the man moves out of his chair, which Raab snatches up and brings with him.

Spotting a rack of unused chairs herself, Aidan tosses half a dozen or so of them onto the ramp, ducking just in time as Raab tries to take her head off with the one he has. Aidan kicks the big man in the stomach and hooks him up for a swinging neckbreaker but Raab shoves her away hard and then blasts her across the back again with the chair in his hands. Aidan stumbles forward onto her hands and knees and Raab brings the chair crashing down across her back again. She just barely rolls out of the way in time to avoid a third chair shot.

Raab tosses the chair aside and leans down, wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping her over backwards with a German suplex. Without releasing her he pushes up into a bridge for the pin!

VASSA: “The Killerpin!!! Raab has Aidan down with the Killerpin!”

JOHNSON: “Is this for Aidan?!”

ONE

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TWO

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T—KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Aidan kicked out again!”

JOHNSON: “How did she do it?!”

Aidan manages to get to her feet, slowly, picking up the chair that Raab had abandoned. The Masked German Monster is right on her heels as she hops up onto the stage and turns to keep her eye on him. Aidan throws the chair at Raab’s face, but the Monster catches it before it can make the impact. But Aidan follows through with a superkick that drives the chair into his face after all! Raab sways on his feet for a moment and falls backward onto the stage. Breathing heavily, Aidan stares down at him for just a few moments.

Turning from the fallen Raab, Aidan looks up to the new entrance. She raises both hands into the air, index fingers pointing skyward and blood dripping down her forearms, as the crowd goes wild again. Without a moment of hesitation she leaps up and starts climbing the side of the set.

JOHNSON: “What is she doing?! Aidan is climbing the frame around our brand new big screen!”

VASSA: “Why do you ask something and then answer it for yourself? The real question is what is she going to do when she gets up there!”

JOHNSON: “I’m not sure I can look.”

Aidan reaches the top and carefully stands up on the frame, walking from the corner out toward the center over where the four large screens have been put together to make one giant one. Still breathing hard, she stares down at Raab as she paces slowly, watching as the Monster begins to stir.

Lord Raab shakes out the cobwebs as he gets to his feet. With his opponent nowhere to be seen, he looks around slowly, finally tilting his head back to look upward as the crowd continues to scream and cheer. Just as Raab’s eyes lock on Aidan she turns, takes a few quick steps, launches herself off of one of the wires that support the frame, and dives toward Raab! Her legs hook his neck and shoulders, her body pulls downward, and she flips Raab over onto the pile of chairs.

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: “That was a high altitude Aerial Assault!”

JOHNSON: “That woman is crazy. She just hit the entrance ramp hard with that move.”

Aidan hooks her fingers in the metal grating, pulling herself up the ramp. She rolls on top of Raab with her shoulders pressed into his stomach and chest, hooking one leg.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: “Aidan has done it! She put away the Masked German Monster!”

The referee helps Aidan to her feet, holding her hand in the air as blood continues to seep from her wounds.

POWERS: “And here is your winner, AIDAN CAAARLIIISLEEE!!!”

JOHNSON: “What a spectacular match. I’m not sure we could have asked for better from these two.”

VASSA: “It took a lot of work to wear Lord Raab down, but Aidan did it and picked up her first official Extreme Division win.”

Somewhere in the backstage area of the EagleBank Arena, 4CW Champion Felicity Banks was seen walking with her championship wrapped around her shoulder, and a clipboard in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the clipboard as she walked steadily down the hallway, reading whatever writing the papers had on them.

BANKS: ”That’s lots of money. Like, lots and lots of money. I could do a lot with it… ”

She flipped the paper over to the next one and continued reading away. She stopped her step for a second, squinting her eyes to read some very small print on the paper.

BANKS: ”They always manage to sneak these little clauses in the smallest of lettering. Tricky sonsabitches. ”

She chuckled and picked her pace up again, heading directly toward the men’s side of the locker room area. Once she got there, she immediately pulled her “Obey” sweatshirt over her nose after smelling quite possibly the worst scent in her entire life.

BANKS: ”Oh my god!!! What the hell is that smell?! ”

She pulled her sweatshirt down from her nose, took a quick whiff, and slid her sweatshirt back up.

BANKS: ”Smells like ass and cheap cologne!! Holy shit this is bad!!”

She charged down the hallway, walking as fast as she could.

BANKS: ”Gotta make this quick. The last thing I need right now is to see Brennan’s ugly ass, or Royce’s dumbass back here. I could stand the smell of shit, but seeing it? No can do. ”

After a few more steps, Felicity finally got to the door that she was looking for. As the camera panned over, it focused on the nameplate reading “Jason Cashe.” Felicity pulled her sweatshirt down from her nose, took a quick whiff, and smiled once she realized that she got away from whatever the stench that she smelled was.

BANKS: ”Phew. Okay, we’re good.”

She took a few seconds to glance over at the clipboard again, let out a sigh, and immediately knocked on Cashe’s locker room door. She took a few steps back and leaned back against the adjacent wall, the 4CW Championship slipping down her shoulder and falling around her elbow. She continued to glare at the papers, making sure to read everything over while waiting for Cashe or whomever was going to answer the door.

Opening the door, Jason Cashe would have guessed 100 different people before he’d have assumed Felicity Banks would be standing at his door. Not one to be rude to a beautiful woman, he steps aside and verbally offers her the space to enter his locker room.

CASHE: ”What a lovely surprise! Please, please, come in!”

Felicity took her eyes off of the clipboard and looked up at Cashe. She hesitantly walked forward and entered Cashe’s locker room, looking around at the whole area as she got inside. She breathed in with her nose and smelled another aroma, only this one didn’t smell bad to her.

BANKS: ”Smells like my brothers basement in here.”

She searched around for a bong, a pipe, or even a rolled up blunt to see if her sense was right about the smell, but there wasn’t anything out in the open.

BANKS: ”Guess you must’ve just finished up? Whatever. Not a big deal. ”

Felicity spun around and looked up at the much taller Cashe, but immediately shifted her focus back to the clipboard.

BANKS: ” Okay, there’s something I need to talk to you about that involves this.”

She glanced over to the side and tossed the clipboard onto the chair that was sitting in Cashe’s locker room.

BANKS: ”That does not belong to me. That belongs to you. ”

Tapping her foot off the ground, Felicity anxiously waited for Cashe to pick up the clipboard and see what the papers attached to it were.

CASHE: ”Hold up…This is the contract extension. This makes you the highest paid in 4CW, you earned this winning at Ante Up, why give it to me?”

He was confused because Banks had said something about donating to charity and Cashe wasn’t charity, he didn’t need the money but would take it if Banks didn’t want it. He knew exactly what he’d do with it.

BANKS: ”See, that’s the thing. I haven’t earned that yet. The only thing I’ve earned thus far is the right to call myself the 4CW Champion.”

She pointed at the championship around her shoulder, and then pointed at the contract in Cashe’s hand.

BANKS: ”You’re the only person in this company who has earned that contract. I’ve only been here since March, Cashe. And you’ve been here since damn near day one. You’ve been carrying this company on your back since your arrival, and you played a huge part in making 4CW what it is today.”

It was a well established fact that Felicity could be a bitch when she wanted to be, but she still had her morals and she respected what people did before her. That, and she wasn’t the type to accept handouts.

BANKS: ”That contract was made for you by Perry Wallace, not me. You’ve been the flagship of this company for a long ass time, not me. You have EARNED that contract, not me.”

She stepped forward and shrugged her shoulders, switching the 4CW Championship from one shoulder to the other.

BANKS: ”Besides… my current contract isn’t THAT far off from that one, but I just don’t feel the need to flash how much I make to everyone. So…yah. That’s yours, not mine. And I don’t care how stubborn you wanna be because I’m not leaving with that clipboard in my hand. ”

CASHE: ”Well shit…How about this? I’ll take the contract and I will donate it to someone deserving of the money.”

A silence falls over the room. Cashe continues to look at the clipboard and then back to Banks. He wants to read her, find something in her expression to see if she is being sincere or not. It didn’t matter, this was a legit Contract and it had a lot of dollars signs attached to it.

CASHE: ”You know when I opened the door, I thought you were here to talk about a rematch or something. Not that I’m looking for one or rushing to get it. I just can see where you’d want to really PROVE that you deserve that belt now around your waist..

Felicity slid her fingers through her hair and thought over Cashe’s words for a minute.

BANKS: ”Nine and O record… Beat pretty much every champion this company has right now outside of Dakota… Beat two of the three former 4CW Champion… Made Ramona shut her mouth for a few days and humbled her despite how she wants to act now…”

She shrugged.

BANKS: ”I feel like I’ve earned it already, honestly. Do I want a match with you one on one to solidify that fact? Of course I do, but apparently that’s gonna have to wait since my first test is going to be in that Warzone match or whatever. Shit, you might even be in that match too. ”

She stepped forward and walked passed Cashe, now standing in between the locker room door.

BANKS: ”Whatever happens in between then and now…happens. I’m not running. I’m not hiding. I’m not ducking challenges left and right. I’ve made it perfectly clear that I’ll defend this title against whoever, whenever. If they want me to do it on the next Adrenaline, I’ll be ready. If they wanna wait until Fright Night…. I’ll be ready. No matter what… I’ll be ready.”

With her back turned, Felicity spun around and looked directly at Cashe.

BANKS: ”Everything I’ve said so far has come true, hasn’t it? New standard. Soon to be champion. The female equivalent to you in this company. Here’s another bold prediction of mine… ”

She smirked.

BANKS: ”I’m going to hold onto this belt for a long, loooooooooooong time. Proving myself? That’s behind me at this point. Now it’s all about solidifying the fact that I BELONG at the top. ”

She moved the championship over to her right shoulder and looked directly at the contract in Cashe’s hand.

BANKS: ”But since you’re not keeping that, maybe you could do what I was going to do until I decided to give it to who it belonged to. Give it to the less fortunate or something. Maybe even someone who used to work here, and could really, really use it like a… Ganja Garbage? I think she’d appreciate it.”

The champ waved goodbye with her fingers and walked out of Cashe’s locker room. After the door closes, Tidus Howe comes out from the bathroom where he had been hiding, wanting to give the two the chance to talk in private. Cashe almost forgot he was there.

HOWE: ”We got the Contract!? Alright!!”

CASHE: ”We’re not keeping it…”

HOWE: ”What!? Please tell me you’re not giving it to Ganja or any of them bitches are you?”

CASHE: ”Fuck no but I am giving it away. ”

HOWE: ”To who!?”

CASHE: ”Don’t worry about that tonight, we’ll figure it out next Adrenaline.”

With that, the scene fades away with Howe and Cashe looking down at the contract.

HEADLINE
BOARDWALK WRESTLING INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
BOARDWALK WRESTLING VS. HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING

SCOTT STEVENS VS. CJ O’DONNELL

JOHNSON: ”It’s now time for some cross promotional wrestling as we’ll be hosting a showdown between High Octane Wrestling’s, Scott Stevens, and the defending Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Champion, CJ O’Donnell!”

VASSA: ”This should be a fun one to watch but to be honest with you, I don’t know anything about these guys. They could hit their trademark and finishers the entire night and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

JOHNSON: ”Lucky for you I always do my homework! Just sit back and enjoy the show, Vinny. I got you covered.”

VASSA: ”Why is this match taking place here anyway?”

JOHNSON: ”Apparently these two couldn’t agree on a location to have this match so Perry Wallace stepped in and offered the two a chance to wrestle on neutral ground.”

VASSA: ”Perry… always thinking about business. I can guarantee you that he did this more for his personal gain.”

JOHNSON: ”Say what you will about the man but this is primed to be a great match and a chance for the fans here to see what life outside of 4CW has to offer.”

VASSA: ”Would I be an asshole if I said that they will more than likely be disappointed?”

JOHNSON: ”When has anything ever stopped you before from being an asshole?”

VASSA: ”Good point!”

POWERS: ”The following contest will be for the Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Championship!”

The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Houston, Texas and representing High Octane Wrestling, weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall. He is “The Scorpion” and “The Bad Ass From Texas”, SCOTT STEVENS!!!”

The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and enters through the ropes. Walking to his corner, he then looks over the crowd before making a throat slash gesture and then dropping to the mat.

VASSA: ”So this is the best that High Octane Wrestling has to offer?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know about the best but we’ll find out soon enough when CJ makes his way down to the ring.”

VASSA: ”That’s a big boy! He looks like he could seriously do some damage in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention or not Vinny but apparently Scott Stevens broke CJ O’Donnell’s arm. I’m curious as to how this match will play out with CJ suffering from the injury.”

VASSA: ”I assume he’s wearing one so I have to ask, will that cast be considered a foreign object?”

JOHNSON: ”That’s completely up to the refs discretion.”

VASSA: ”I’m not going to lie. I hope he can legally use it as a weapon. I mean it is attached to his body after all!”

As “Bitter End” by The Veer Union begins to play the black curtains begins to move. Out steps Julliet Brooks and Boardwalk Wrestling’s Internet Champion, “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell to a chorus off boos. CJ and Julliet stand on the top of the entrance ramp embracing the boos. As O’Donnell and Brooks walk arm and arm down the aisle CJ starts to yell at the fans in attendance tonight.

POWERS: ”And the champion making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts and accompanied by Julliet Brooks, weighing in at one hundred sixty pounds and standing five feet, ten inches tall. He is “The Distinguished” and the Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Champion… CJ O’DONNELL!!!”

O’Donnell hands Brooks the Internet Title as he climbs up the ring steps as he wipes his feet on the top of the steps before entering the ring. CJ hops over the top rope and raises his hands in the air as he gets another chorus of jeers from the fans. O’Donnell lifts up the middle rope as Julliet enters as she raises the Internet Title over her head. CJ begins to stretch in the corner with a smirk on his face and as the referee is about to call for the bell, he holds up one finger. CJ walks over to the ropes and asks for a microphone.

JOHNSON: ”This wasn’t in the schedule. These two have already exchanged words. It’s now time to get down to business!”

VASSA: ”Come on, Steve! Let him talk a little more trash. Everyone loves a little trash talk!”

After being handed a mic, CJ turns back and looks across the ring at Stevens who stares at him from the other side.

O’DONNELL: ”Scott… Scott… Scott… You think you know me so well, don’t you? Well I have a little surprise for you!”

Julliet then pulls the cast off of the right arm of CJ’s as the entire arena goes silent.

O’DONNELL: ”That’s right Stevens! I am all healed up, you bitch!”

CJ throws the cast at Stevens and immediately charges towards him as the ref steps out of the way and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

VASSA: ”OH COME ON!!! I want to see the cast being used as a weapon!”

JOHNSON: ”That levels the playing field as both men are healthy and no one will have any excuses with the outcome of this match!”

Closing in on Stevens, CJ drives a right fist into the side of his head. Julliet Brooks then exits the ring while CJ locks onto Stevens wrist and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip. After rebounding off the ropes, Stevens comes back only to get taken to the canvas face first with a drop toe hold. CJ then quickly pops back up to his feet and stomps on Stevens back over and over like a mad man. CJ then grabs him by the head and jerks him up to his feet but just as he stands, Stevens pushes CJ back a few steps and creates a little distance between the two. CJ then throws a right hook but gets stopped in his tracks as Stevens blocks it with his left arm and then plants his right fist into CJ’s mouth. Shaking it off, CJ throws another punch but gets blocked again and this time Stevens pulls him in close. Wrapping his arms around CJ’s body, Stevens then lifts him up from the mat and spins his body, releasing CJ and throwing him across the ring like a ragdoll.

VASSA: ”Scott Stevens clearly has the size advantage over CJ O’Donnell. They say things are bigger in Texas!”

JOHNSON: ”Looking at you one would think that you’re from Texas then if you believe that saying.”

VASSA: ”Me? No. I take that back! From the waist down, I am from Texas!”

Rolling across the ring, CJ stops with one knee on the mat. He then pops his head up to look at Stevens who is then charging towards him. Once close enough, Stevens kicks his foot up and goes for a semi big boot to CJ only to miss as CJ rolls out of the way and avoids contact. Popping back to his feet, CJ positions himself behind Stevens and goes to wrap his arms around his waist. Before Cj can get his hands locked, Stevens rips them apart and then throws an elbow back, hitting CJ in the mouth and knocking him away. Before Stevens can get his feet settled after turning around, Stevens kicks him in the stomach and knocks the breath away from him. Locking onto Stevens wrist, CJ then throws him to the ropes behind him. Watching as Stevens bounces off the ropes, CJ then bends over and as Stevens gets near, he then stands straight up and flips him over his head and down to the canvas with a back drop.

With Stevens down on his back, Cj then turns to the ropes himself and as he comes back, he lands a quick elbow drop across Stevens chest. Climbing on top of Stevens, CJ then unloads with rapid elbow strikes to the head. After hitting Stevens with multiple shots, CJ then stands to his feet. Once up, CJ then drops back down and drives his knee into Stevens inner thigh. CJ then grabs ahold of Stevens arm and pulls him up from the mat and to his feet. Hooking his arm over Stevens head, CJ then goes to lift him up for a suplex but as he does, Stevens hooks his leg and remains on the mat. CJ then goes to lift him up again and the result is the same as Steven’s refuses to let him execute the move. Stevens then clinches his fist and lands a solid punch to the ribs. After knocking the breath away from CJ, Stevens then lifts him up into the air and drops him back to the canvas with a vertical suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Scott Stevens lifted CJ like he was weightless!”

VASSA: ”This Stevens guys look like a real powerhouse and he’s showing us just that with that effortless move.”

Standing back to his feet, Stevens circles around CJ, yelling for him to get up. In the background, he can then hear yelling as Julliet Brooks has climbed onto the apron. Slowly turning to face her, Stevens cracks a smile before walking towards her. Then ref then rushes over and stands between the two as Julliet continues to scream at him while giving CJ time to get back to his feet. After doing the deed, Julliet then hops down from the apron and just as Stevens turns around…

CRACK!!!

CJ lands a right hook dead center to Stevens jaw knocking him back into the ropes. Not giving him a chance to retaliate, CJ hits him with another hard right and then follows up with a stinging kick to the ribs. Lunging over in pain, Stevens holds his side but gives CJ the opening to wrap his arm around his head and then plant his face into the canvas with a DDT. Back to his feet and energetic, CJ looks down by the apron where Julliet cheers him on from the outside. Turning his attention back to Stevens, CJ pulls him up from the mat and then backs him into the corner before slamming him against the turnbuckle. CJ then unloads with a furious combination of lefts and rights to the body, wearing Stevens down as each bone crushing blow lands. CJ then lifts him up and sits him on top of the turnbuckle and then climbs up to the top himself. Holding up his fist in the air, CJ then swings down and connects with the first of many power punches that the crowd counts along with.

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

CJ then hops into the air, wraps his legs around Stevens head and flips backwards, ripping him away from the corner and throwing him across the ring with a hurricanrana.

VASSA: ”I could feel the ring rumbling from here!”

JOHNSON: ”CJ has really turned things around here and taken the lead with the distraction from Julliet Brooks.”

VASSA: ”I’m assuming that this is exactly why Boardwalk Wrestling wasn’t an option to hold this event. I thought these two were looking for neutral ground with no outside help from the home team.”

JOHNSON: ”So they said…”

Pushing himself up from the mat, CJ stands to his feet. Looking back to the outside again, he nods at Julliet as she cheers him on. Slowly turning around, CJ locks his sights on Stevens and then moves in for the attack. After getting within a few steps, CJ picks up the pace before jumping up and coming down with a leg drop across Stevens throat. CJ then covers for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Looking up at the ref, CJ shakes his head back in forth in disagreement with the refs count. He then places his hand on Stevens face and pushes himself up while pressing down and putting all of his weight on it. Once to his feet, CJ grabs Stevens by the arm and hooks him underneath the shoulder before pulling him up to his feet. After standing him up, CJ then slaps him across the chest with an open hand before jumping up and going for a dropkick. Stepping out of the way, Stevens dodges the dropkick and then places his hands on CJ to help push him back down to the mat with force.

VASSA: ”If gravity wasn’t enough to do the job, Scott Stevens decided to give CJ a helping hand in crashing to the canvas.”

JOHNSON: ”I think CJ’s body left an indention in the mat from that devastating fall.”

Stevens then bends over and grabs CJ by the back of the head with one hand and holds it up from the mat. With his other hand forming a fist, Stevens then swings downward and connects with a punch straight to the chops, sending CJ’s head bouncing off the mat. Stevens then wraps his hands around CJ’s throat and lifts him up from the mat and holds him up with his feet hanging just inches above the mat. After choking the life out of him for a few moments, Stevens then drops CJ back to his feet and then positions himself beside him. Stevens then sets him up only to drive his face into the canvas with a forward Russian legsweep. Rolling Cj over to his back, Stevens then crawls on top of him and slams his forearm against his face. Standing back to his feet over CJ, Stevens then grabs the back of his head with both hands and pulls his upper-body from the mat. Stevens then drives his knee forward into CJ’s face over and over, pounding him with the knee brace with each landing blow.

After wearing CJ down with the violent attack, Stevens pulls him up from the mat and then throws him to the far corner across the ring. Slamming into the corner with force, CJ’s feet lift off the mat and as they drop back down to the mat, Stevens is right there behind him with a running clothesline that nearly takes off his head. Stepping out of the way, Stevens watches as CJ stumbles forward a few steps before crashing face first to the mat. Stevens then grabs ahold of CJ’s foot and raises it into the air, lifting CJ’s lower-body up from the canvas. He then slams his foot down while driving CJ’s knee into the mat. Grunting in pain, CJ rolls over to his back but just as he does, Stevens stands over him and hits him right between the eyes with a stiff right hand. Turning his attention to CJ’s right arm, Stevens then stomps on it over and over where the cast once was. He then turns to the corner and makes his way over to it before ascending to the top. Turning back to face CJ who is still down, Stevens leaps from the top rope and goes for a diving headbutt. With Stevens coming down full speed, CJ quickly rolls out of the way, leaving him to slam face first to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Scott Stevens comes up short with the diving headbutt!”

VASSA: ”That alone could change the momentum of this match in an instant.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely right, Vinny! CJ just came off the receiving end of a brutal assault but could very well turn things around if he can get up before Stevens does.”

VASSA: ”We’re off to the races!”

Both men begin to climb to their feet as the ref begins the count.

“One! … Two!”

On the outside, Julliet smacks her hand against the mat, screaming for CJ to snap out of it and get to his feet first.

“Three! … Four! … Five!”

Up to one knee, Stevens grabs ahold of the ropes and pulls himself the rest of the way up as the ref stops the count. On the outside, Julliet appears disappointed as CJ hasn’t stood up just yet. Still down on one knee, CJ takes a moment to catch his breath but before he knows it, Stevens grabs his head with both hands and then lifts him up. Holding CJ up with one hand, Stevens slaps him across the chest with a knife-edge chop, knocking him back a step. Stevens then spins around and goes for a discus clothesline but before he can make contact, CJ ducks the attack and trips him up, sending him stumbling to the ropes in front. Catching himself with the ropes, Stevens keeps from going down. Out of nowhere, CJ steps in behind him and wraps his arms around his waist and locks his hands. Lifting Stevens off his feet, CJ rips his hands away from the ropes and drives him into the canvas with a German suplex.

JOHNSON: ”OH OOHHH!!! The Distinguished Suplex!”

VASSA: ”Hold on a second! He’s bridging it for the pin!”

With Stevens shoulders to the mat, the ref quickly rushes in and drops down for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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JOHNSON: ”NNOOO!!!”

VASSA: ”HE KICKED OUT!!!”

Rolling over to his side, CJ looks at the ref with anger and begins to mouth off a few choice words. On the outside, Julliet even screams into the ring and smacks her hand against the canvas, imitating the speed the count should have been to work in their favor. Back to his feet, CJ intimidates the ref for a moment, arguing the count and showing his displeasure with the result. He then turns back to Stevens and moves in without giving him any more time to recoup. Pulling Stevens up to his feet, CJ locks his hands onto his arm and then goes to throw him to the ropes across the ring. Before CJ can release him, Stevens reverses the throw and sends CJ into the ropes, hitting them hard and flipping up and over the top. CJ smacks his shoulder against the apron on the fall down and then bounces off only to crash even harder against the floor.

VASSA: ”OUCH!!! That was a nasty looking fall!”

JOHNSON: ”He appears to have hit his shoulder pretty hard after swinging over the top rope.”

VASSA: ”Lucky for him it wasn’t the arm.”

With CJ on the outside, the ref then starts the count as Stevens takes a moment to catch a breather.

“One!”

JOHNSON: ”What is this!”

VASSA: ”Is that… Cyrus Riddle?”

Cyrus Riddle of Boardwalk Wrestling races out from the back and makes his way down the ramp, welcomed with boos from the fans.

“Three!”

VASSA: ”What the hell is he doing out here? This can’t be good for Scott Stevens. Boardwalk Wrestling has a plan!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s climbing onto the apron.”

“Five!”

With Riddle now on the apron, Stevens locks his attention on him as the two exchange words. Stevens then walks towards him but before he knows it, the ref stops his count and moves his attention to standing between the two.

VASSA: ”He stopped the count!”

JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle saves the day for Boardwalk!”

Stevens then charges Riddle but the ref holds his ground and fights to keep the two separated, distracting him from the outside where Julliet Brooks is helping CJ up to his feet.

VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”What the hell?!?!”

Another erupting of boos drowns the entire arena as Dakota Smith runs through the crowd with a steel chair in hand and hops over the barricade. He then sneaks behind CJ and Julliet as they have their backs to him.

VASSA: ”TURN AROUND!!!”

JOHNSON: ”It’s like watching a horror flick whenever Dakota is around!”

Standing behind CJ and Julliet, Dakota grabs Julliet by the hair and pulls her head in close to him, taking a deep breath of her scent while closing his eyes with a look of enjoyment of his face.

VASSA: ”He’s got another victim!”

JOHNSON: ”First Caleb Moore and now Julliet?”

With the ref still fighting to keep Cyrus and Stevens apart, Dakota throws Julliet to the ground before turning his attention to CJ. Looking down at CJ on both knees with his head down, Dakota raises the chair above his head with both hands before swinging it downward and connecting with a vicious chair shot.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

JOHNSON: ”Dakota just laid CJ out!”

VASSA: ”What the fuck?!?!”

Julliet looks on in horror as CJ’s limp body falls to the floor. Dakota then tosses the chair aside before reaching down and pulling CJ up. He then rolls CJ into the ring and turns back to the crowd before hopping over the barricade and disappearing into the crowd.

JOHNSON: ”What’s the big idea here?”

Cyrus then hops down from the apron and backs away from the ring, making his way up the ramp while keeping his eyes locked on the ring. Taking a step back from the ropes, Stevens then turns around only to see CJ lying on his back out cold. Looking around the area for anything suspicious, Stevens only sees Julliet who is still down on the floor on her hands and knees.

VASSA: ”There you go, Stevens. He’s been served on a platter for you.”

Reaching down and grabbing CJ by the arm, Stevens drags him away from the ropes and then drops down to both knees before making the effortless cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”High Octane Wrestling takes home the Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Championship!”

VASSA: ”What the fuck just happened? I thought Cyrus came out to mess with Scott Stevens but that clearly wasn’t the case.”

JOHNSON: ”Who really knows aside from Cyrus and Dakota?”

VASSA: ”Maybe Dakota just said to hell with it and took out the easier target. That mother fucker is crazy!”

“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Scott Stevens slowly gets to his feet, looking down at CJ, wondering what just happened. Stepping in beside him, the ref hands Stevens the Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Championship and then raises his arm into the air.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and new Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Champion, representing High Octane Wrestling… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”

Stevens pulls his arm away from the ref and then walks over to the corner before climbing to the middle rope and raising the championship above his head.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t know what just happened out here just now but this was not expected to say the least. I know Dakota and Cyrus have a tag match coming up in HOW soon but why would they give HOW the win?”

VASSA: ”If I’m correct, isn’t CJ O’Donnell in this tag match?”

JOHNSON: ”He is, Vinny. Scott Stevens isn’t though and he represents the promotion with the Tag Team Championships on the line.”

Climbing into the ring, Julliet checks with CJ who is still out cold from the brutal shot to the head with the chair. Stevens then steps down from the corner and talks over to the two and looks down with a smile on his face. He then exits the ring, leaving Julliet along to care for CJ.

VASSA: ”Perry is going to have some pissed off individuals after seeing this shit!”

JOHNSON: ”I’m still confused as to what the hell just happened and why.”

VASSA: ”Welcome to my world. I feel like that everyday!”

JOHNSON: ”Alright folks, we’re going to go backstage for a few moments while the wreckage is cleared up here in the ring. Just sit tight and we’ll be right back!”

The scene switches backstage to the parking area of the arena as the cross promotional match for the Boardwalk Internet Championship comes to its thunderous conclusion. Freshly showered and bearing a few bandages resulting from her match with Lord Raab, Aidan Carlisle is seen with that black backpack full of her personal weapons over one shoulder and keys in hand. She strides purposefully toward a line of parked cars, obviously ready to call it a night. As she begins to draw closer, she slows down however, brows furrowing in confusion. She stops one of the backstage workers as he passes by.

AIDAN: “Hey, you guys didn’t move my car did you?”

The young man just shakes his head and continues on with his work. Aidan pushes her hand through her hair tiredly, not really in the mood to play hide and seek with her vehicle.

AIDAN: “I swear I’m going to kill whoever thought this was funny.”

Lifting her keys, she hits the lock button and strains to hear the chirp from the car. After a second attempt, she manages to make out the sound. Pausing, she glances over her shoulder as an unpleasant little feeling crawls down her spine, finally passing from the interior parking area and out into the back parking lot. She looks either direction, hitting the button again. Quite a ways down from the door toward an uncrowded area of the lot the headlights of a car flash.

AIDAN: “Seriously, what the fuck?”

Aidan continues through the lot, able to hear one of the workers or someone whistling a tune that she finds more than a little on the creepy side. Despite it being familiar, she can’t quite put her finger on the name. She begins to slow once more as she approaches her car, noticing that the only other vehicle near hers is a dark, windowless van parked like an asshole in the middle of the road and not in a spot. She does her best to ignore it, opening the back door of the sedan and tossing her bag inside. Just as she is about to pull open the driver’s door, she hears a high-pitched giggle and stops.

AIDAN: “…Hello?”

There is no answer, only the vague sound of vehicles passing on a nearby road and the ongoing whistling, which has grown slightly louder.

AIDAN: “Listen, I don’t know who put you up to this shit, but I’m really not in the mood for some kind of Punked bullshit right now. Just… go home or whatever.”

Just as she starts to open the door a large body collides with hers from behind, slamming the door back shut, crushing her against the car, and making her drop the keys. She throws and elbow back but the body has already moved. Spinning on her heel she sees Dakota Smith leering through the fading sunlight, laughing from deep in his chest.

AIDAN: “What the fuck is your problem, Smith? You want another fight? I’d love to give you one, but right now I’m too goddamn tired. Head down to Wallace’s office and get in line, because you’re not the only one that wants a piece of me.”

Just as Aidan is about to lean down and pick up her keys, Dakota moves in, snatching them up and leaving them both crouched face to face for a few moments. As the two stare each other down, Smith resumes whistling the same tune from before. Forgetting the car for the moment, Aidan takes several steps back out of the parking spaces and into the driving lane. Dakota twirls the keys around his finger idly as he rises and follows oh-so-slowly.

DAKOTA: “I think its about time for you to get in the fucking van.”

Aidan casts a quick glance over her shoulder as the side door to the dark van slides open. Half a dozen members of the twisted Smith Family pile out, but Dakota himself doesn’t close in. As the first member of the Family reaches for her Aidan twists out of the grasp, grabbing the back of his head and driving his face into the side of the van. She leaps up and wraps her legs around the throat of a second, taking him down with a headscissors into the pavement.

Before she can get up a third member of the Family delivers a hard kick to her side that drives her ribs into the step-board of the open van door. She grabs his leg as he tries for a second, yanking up hard and sending him staggering backwards into two others. The lone female of the Smith Family along for the ride yanks Aidan up by the jacket, but she swats the other woman’s arms away and sends her reeling with two quick punches and a headbutt to the face.

The youngest member of the Family present lands a chop block to the back of the knee that takes Aidan down again. She tries to kick his legs out from under him, but the uneven numbers quickly become overwhelming. With the female and one male waiting in reserve, the remaining four pull her up by her arms, holding them tightly in an outstretched position, their legs locking one in front of and one behind hers to prevent any further struggling.

Dakota begins to move forward, his pace slow and calculated as he holds the Extreme Championship in his hand, looking down at it, still whistling. “Teddy Bears’ Picnic” that was the tune, it finally clicks. As he comes within a few feet of Aidan, Dakota lashes out and drives the hard metal plate on the front of the belt into her face.

Smith looks surprised for a moment as her eyes flutter, but don’t close. The impact from the belt has split open her lip and given her a bloody nose, but for a moment Aidan laughs. The sound cuts off as one of the four members of the Family holding her drives a knee into her stomach. Still, the brunette sneers as she straightens back up, spitting out a mouthful of blood at the Extreme Champion’s feet.

AIDAN: “Come on, bitch boy, you can do better than that.”

DAKOTA: “Shut your fucking mouth cunt!”

Making a sound something like a snarl, Dakota hauls back and slams the belt into her face again, this time knocking her unconscious. The Smith Family shoves her into the van, climbing in themselves, and the door slams shut after Dakota tosses the car keys in after them.

For several long moments the arena sits in stunned silence at the scene just witnessed over the big screen.

JOHNSON: “What just happened?!”

VASSA: “Check your eyes, old man, I think it’s pretty obvious what just happened.”

JOHNSON: “Someone should do something!”

VASSA: “Who, you?”

JOHNSON: “Of course not me, I couldn’t do anything if I tried. But that’s the former Pride Champion that Dakota Smith just took off with. What about her giant boyfriend Liam O’Shea? What about the man she has formed a team with for some upcoming tag tournaments, Bryan Williams?”

VASSA: “Liam isn’t here tonight and I don’t think that Bryan Williams is either. …I need another drink.”

MAIN EVENT
JAIR HOPKINS VS. BRENNAN DEVLIN

VASSA: ”It’s been one hell of a night with ups and downs but we’ve finally made it our main event!”

JOHNSON: ”It definitely has, Vinny. We’ve seen a lot happen tonight but I can’t stop thinking about what we just so moments earlier. Dakota Smith just abducted Aidan Carlisle.”

VASSA: ”I’m trying to get the image out of my head. I don’t even want to know what Dakota plans on doing with her. We’ve already seen him drag Caleb Moore to the back. He laid of CJ O’Donnell with the chair shot. Dakota has been doing whatever he wants to tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Well we have one more match for the night but seriously, someone needs to be out there looking for Aidan.”

VASSA: ”I’m sure they are, I’m sure they are. The show must go on though.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed it must and this is a big one coming off the performance we had as a whole at Ante Up. Jair Hopkins will be climbing into the ring with our new 4CW Pride Champion, Brennan Devlin.”

VASSA: ”Both men have a lot to prove tonight. Hopkins is coming off a tough loss at Ante Up with not being able to capture his second 4CW Championship. Brennan on the other hand, he’s the new Pride Champ. He has a lot of people out there who doubt him and Hopkins is a BIG name in 4CW. A win over Hopkins could really put him on the map and prove that he is in fact the real deal.”

JOHNSON: ”I couldn’t have said it better myself and I applaud you for that, Vinny. Lets just get down to it. We need some action in the ring so I can get my mind off the horrific thing we just witnessed.”

VASSA: ”Well lets do that then! I’m sure authorities are out looking for Dakota right now. There isn’t anything we can do about it so lets just move along with the show and give these fans the show they came here to see. Take it away Mike Powers!”

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

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

I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens

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

I sew it up needle head all I need is thread

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

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

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

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

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

They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion

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

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

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

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

VASSA: ”Hopkins is from Brooklyn and speaking of which, I thought this would be a great time for a cheap plug. Our upcoming Super-Card, Fright Night, will be taking Place in Brooklyn, New York, October twenty eighth.”

JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace was out here making the announcement earlier in the program. I don’t know if he was intoxicated but he made this event seem like it was going to be total carnage inside of those two rings and cage. Nothing has been determined for the Pride Championship but with a win here tonight, Hopkins can definitely put his name on the list of people to step up and challenge Devlin for the belt.”

VASSA: ”With so many things going on, at least how Wallace made it sound, anything is bound to happen come Fright Night. If Hopkins wants to bounce back and get in the groove then he needs to step up and secure the win tonight!”

“You’re Gonna Love It If You Like It or Not” by Powerman 5000 blared throughout the arena as Brennan Devlin strolled out onto the stage to a reaction of pure hate from the audience. The fans loudly chanted negative things in his direction as he pauses to hold the 4CW Pride Championship up above his head. He puts it back around his waist strutted down the ramp after, taunting members of the crowd rather profusely while pointing to his title.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Devil’s Den, California, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds and standing six feet, one inches tall. He is the 4CW Pride Champion, BRENNAN DEEEEEVLIN!!!”

Just trying to get a rise out of them.. He stopped to make fun, even laugh at a few of them as he arrived into the ringside area. Once there – he hopped up onto the apron and stood there for a moment, turning to peer at the crowd. He gave them a confident, toothy grin and points again to the 4CW Pride Championship around his waist before sliding his vest he usually wore during entrances off, and entering the ring. Once inside, he walked over to the turnbuckle and leisurely laid back against it, waiting for his opponent as his music faded and he continued to laze around.

JOHNSON: ”Let me clarify things for those of you who do not know. This is not a match for the 4CW Pride Championship. This is a non-title match but whether we know it or not, there could be implications leading into Fright Night.”

VASSA: ”There really isn’t anything a win or loss here is going to prove here other than the fact that if Devlin wins here tonight, he will in fact prove all of his doubters wrong. Nothing is known about the Pride Championship and what management has in store for it at Fright Night. All we can do is assume.”

JOHNSON: ”After coming up short in the 4CW Championship qualifying match months ago, Devlin has been on a hot streak as he tore through anything that stood in front of him on his way to claiming the Pride Championship.”

VASSA: ”He truly did. I will admit. There is one thing that I couldn’t care less about him saying and that’s him taking credit for sending Roxi away from 4CW. I doubt it’s the case but if it is, he better make things right and get her back within 4CW because she’s dearly missed.”

Removing the championship from his waist, Devlin reaches over the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before turning back to the ring. Walking to the center of the ring, the ref stands his ground once there and then looks over to Hopkins who gives him the nod that he is ready to begin. Turning to Devlin, the ref locks eyes with him and then gets the nod in agreement that the match is now ready to begin. After slowly raising his hand in the air, the ref holds it up for a moment before waving it downward and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the sound dies off, the realization then sinks in that this match is underway, Making the first move towards the center of the ring, Hopkins pushes himself away from the corner and points across at Devlin who looks back at him with a cocky grin on his face. Devlin then pushes himself away from the corner and approaches Hopkins who awaits him in the center and ready to get down to business.

Standing toe to toe, the two lock eyes before stepping in closer and touching chests. Looking down at Hopkins, Devlin clearly stands taller and doesn’t mind showing that his size is clearly the advantage as he lunges his shoulder forward and knocks Hopkins back a step. Not standing down, Hopkins then opens his eyes with surprise as he goes on the attack with backhand chops across the chest. Hitting Devlin with stinging chop after stinging chop, Hopkins forces him to back step across the ring until finally his back touches the ropes.

With nowhere to go, Devlin then swings back with as hard right and catches Hopkins across the side of the head and shortly follows up with another and another and another, until backing Hopkins to the center of the ring. Devlin then pump fakes for another right hand, forcing Hopkins to throw his arms up to block and as he does, Devlin then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. Reaching down and wrapping his arms around Hopkins waist, Devlin then picks him up from the mat and slams him to the canvas with a gut-wrench suplex.

VASSA: ”There’s our first big move of the match as Devlin picked Hopkins up like a child and threw him to the mat with a gut-wrench suplex.”

JOHNSON: ”I could sit back and watch these two go toe to toe with punches and chops but Devlin decided to take things in a different direction.”

Standing back to his feet, Devlin paces around the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Hopkins who just now begins to push himself up. Waiting for the opportune time, Devlin keeps his sights set as Hopkins gets to one knee. After rounding the corner and standing across from Hopkins, Devlin then takes a few fast paced steps that turn into a run before raising hit knee and knocking Hopkins backwards to the mat with a running knee lift.

With Hopkins down by his feet, Devlin then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, he then pulls Hopkins in while lunging his shoulder forward and planting it into Hopkins. Keeping a firm grip on his wrist, Devlin manages to keep him up on his feet and then throws him with all of his strength to the corner behind him. Just as Hopkins back slams against the corner, Devlin then takes off and charges towards him full speed. Once in range, Devlin jumps up from the mat and plants both knees into Hopkins chest at the same time.

After falling to his back, Devlin quickly rolls over and pushes himself up while Hopkins slowly sinks to a sitting position in the corner, holding himself up by grabbing onto the middle ropes. Devlin then takes a few steps back and once he stands in the center of the ring, he then steps forward with big steps until getting close enough and kicking his foot up, driving his boot into Hopkins face. Banging his head against the padding of the corner, Devlin then grabs him under the arms and lifts him up to both feet and slams him into the corner, smashing his back against it with force.

VASSA: ”So far Devlin is proving that he can hang with 4CW’s elite.”

JOHNSON: ”The match is still early but at this rate, he’s going to quickly wear down Hopkins before he can even get going.”

VASSA: ”That’s the best way to do it, right? If the opponent never has an opportunity to get in any offense then winning the match should be easy? That is unless you’re talking about Raab and Dakota beating the living shit out of each other.”

Devlin then drags Hopkins away from the corner and back steps to the center of the ring. Once there, he holds Hopkins up with his left hand and then swings in with his right, connecting with a devastating European uppercut. After knocking Hopkins back a couple of steps, Devlin then spins around and kicks his leg up, going for a heel kick. Taking notice of the boot closing in on his head, Hopkins quickly ducks the near miss. Just as Devlin’s foot touches down to the canvas, Hopkins then kicks him in the gut, forcing him to lunge over.

After knocking the breath away from Devlin, Hopkins places his hand underneath his sunken head and then raises it up, standing him straight up. With his free hand, Hopkins then draws back and delivers a nasty backhand chop across the chest that sends a flesh ripping sound piercing through the crowd. Devlin then bends over once again after the stinging chop and as he does, Hopkins then scoops him up and slams him down to his back in the center of the ring.

With Devlin down at his feet, Hopkins then leaps straight into the air and comes down with a hard elbow across Devlin’s chest. Slowly getting back to his feet, Hopkins still isn’t satisfied as he shows it with his facial expression. He then turns to the ropes behind him and hits them with speed. Coming back with momentum, Hopkins then leaps across the ring and drops his leg across Devlin’s throat, forcing his legs to shoot into the air as his head remains pinned to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Things have quickly shifted into Hopkins favor as he now has the Pride champion down on his back.”

VASSA: ”Devlin may have the size advantage over Hopkins but he doesn’t have the quickness that Hopkins possesses.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m glad to know that after all this time you finally realize what I meant by size doesn’t mean everything.”

VASSA: ”It depends on who you talk to about that. In your case, I’m pretty sure you’ve been told size matters your entire life. You just don’t measure up in certain places if you know what I mean.”

JOHNSON: ”I get what you’re saying but I’m just wondering exactly how you would know that..”

After rolling backwards and up to his feet, Hopkins then turns his back to Devlin who is still down. Rocking his body back and forth, Hopkins then leaps upward with a backflip, spins his body and comes down on top of Devlin with a corkscrew moonsault. With Devlin’s shoulders pinned to the mat, Hopkins keeps him covered as the ref drops down for the count.

ONE

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VASSA: ”He kicked out!”

JOHNSON: ”That was quick, not even a two count.”

Not getting caught up in the moment, Hopkins pushes himself up while digging his fists into Devlin’s chest. he then reaches down and grabs Devlin by the arm and pulls him up to both feet. Once up, Hopkins then positions himself behind Devlin and then locks in a full Nelson. After cranking down on the pressure for a brief moment, Hopkins then lifts Devlin’s feet up from the mat before slamming him forward with a front face slam.

Quickly climbing to his knees, Devlin’s holds his face in pain while leaning over and touching his head down to the canvas. Meanwhile, Hopkins rolls away and up to his feet. In a fit of rage, Devlin then slaps both hands down onto the canvas before pushing himself up and quickly turning to face Hopkins. Taking off from stand still, Devlin charges towards him and as he lunges forward, Hopkins ducks and then lifts him up onto his shoulder and drops him back to the canvas with a Samoan drop.

Popping back to his feet, Hopkins then turns to the corner and quickly rushes towards it. After climbing to the top, he looks over the electric crowd for a moment before turning to face Devlin in the ring who has already begun to get back up. Patiently waiting, Hopkins looks on as Devlin stands to both feet and as he turns around to face him, Hopkins leaps from the top rope with a cross body. Quickly taking notice, Devlin steps back and as Hopkins passes, he slams his hands onto his back and pushes him down to the mat even harder than he was already falling.

BBAAMM!!!

After bouncing up from the mat, Hopkins rolls over to his back. Devlin then steps in closer to him and grabs ahold of his arm and pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, Devlin then throws Hopkins to the ropes behind him and waits for his return. After rebounding and coming back with speed, Hopkins then gets lifted up from his feet, spun around and dropped across Devlin’s knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

VASSA: ”And just like that the tables are turned and Devlin has taken control of the match!”

JOHNSON: ”He nearly broke Hopkins in half with that backbreaker.”

VASSA: ”I’ve been saying it since day one. People don’t give the man enough credit!”

JOHNSON: ”No you haven’t.”

VASSA: ”Did too!”

Pushing himself up from one knee, Devlin looks down at Hopkins and shakes his head in disgust. He then reaches down and grabs him by the head, locking both hands around it and pulling him up to his feet. Devlin then steps in beside him before taking him back down to the mat with an STO. Rolling Hopkins over to his back, Devlin then makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

Quickly popping his head up to look at the ref, Devlin mouths off for a bit before pushing himself up. He then argues with the ref for a short moment about the count before waving the ref away and turning his attention back to Hopkins. He then grabs ahold of Hopkins shoulder and peels him up from the mat. Devlin then locks onto Hopkins wrist, throws him to the ropes across the ring and then follows behind. Taking notice of his surroundings, Hopkins then leaps into the air and plants his feet on the middle rope. He then springboards off and spins around only to see Devlin charging right at him. Wrapping his head around Devlin’s head, Hopkins then plants it into the canvas with a DDT.

JOHNSON: ”Springboard DDT!”

VASSA: ”That was nasty!”

With the adrenaline pumping through his body, Hopkins pops up to his feet and then quickly turns his attention to the corner. Ascending to the top, Hopkins stands straight up while looking the entire crowd with his back to the ring. Looking over his shoulder, Hopkins checks to make sure Devlin is still down and nods when he sees it. Looking over the crowd once more as the cheers drown the entire arena, Hopkins then leaps into the air with a backflip and as he comes down, he lands on Devlin’s chest, driving both feet into it with a double foot stomp.

JOHNSON: ”OMFG!!!”

VASSA: ”Just say it already! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

JOHNSON: ”The momentum has shifted once again and things could be coming to a close.”

VASSA: ”He’s going for the pin!”

Hopkins then walks over to Devlin and drops down to both knees before leaning over him and making the cover. From across the ring, the ref rushes over and sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: ”That’s a wrap!”

JOHNSON: ”Hopkins has defeated the 4CW Pride Champion!”

VASSA: ”Now that’s how you come back strong after a tough loss!”

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

JOHNSON: ”What does this mean for the Pride championship match? I don’t even know what the plans are or if there are any at all.”

VASSA: ”Beats me. I’m sure this match won’t go unnoticed and with Fright Night just around the corner, there’s really no telling what in the hell may happen.”

“Fate” hits the speakers as Hopkins stands to his feet, soaking in the massive amount of cheers pouring in from the fans in each and every seat. Backing up to the center of the ring, Hopkins raises both hands in the air and spins a circle, living in the moment. The ref then steps in beside him and grabs his attention. After coming to a stop, the ref then grabs ahold of his arm and holds it even high in the air as the crowd goes insane.

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

JOHNSON: ”Tonight has been one big roller coaster from start to finish. We’ve watch as a lot of things happened. Twists, turns, champions crowned, you name it, we saw it.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know if I’m going to even be able to sleep tonight. Tonight has been crazy!”

JOHNSON: ”This is our first event in these larger venues and if this is just a sample of what’s to come in the future then people better be on the lookout. 4CW has been doing big things over the last year and with these larger venues, the show can only grow bigger and that alone says a lot.”

VASSA: ”This is the whole fucking show!”

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. We’ll keep you posted as things progress and if any information about Aidan and Dakota becomes available. Until then, We’ll see you all in two weeks as we take the show to Baltimore, Maryland.”

VASSA: ”I can already guarantee you that this upcoming Adrenaline will be the biggest thing to hit Baltimore since The Wire.”

JOHNSON: ”Well we’re going to sign off for the night folks. For 4CW and the team here at the booth, I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Follow that shit up! Good night!”

Cutting back to the ring, Hopkins stands on the middle ropes in the corner playing to the crowd. Not a single ass is in a seat as the arena is full of adrenaline. Zooming in to Hopkins face, he then looks into the camera and winks before the scene slowly begins to fade out and the music transitions into the official Adrenaline theme followed by an advertisement for an upcoming 4CW exclusive.

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