ADRENALINE E28 (047)
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.”
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.”
OTTO: “RIPE!!”
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.”
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.”
OTTO: “Today is the day of a new dawn. I am Otto Corban…your personal Jesus and it’s time to get enlightened.”
O’RIAN VS. TRAVIS DEACON HALL
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!!!
HARTMAN: ”El Futuro can I get a few words with you?”
EL FUTURO: “Sí”
(yes)
HARTMAN: ”So you do understand English right?”
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)
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)
HARTMAN: ”There you have it folks your Mexican Superstar of 4CW.”
JAKE ORTON VS. EL FUTURO
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.
JCASHE: “Niobe…Hey…NIOBE!!”
NIOBE: “Ahhhh!”
JCASHE: “Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!!”
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…”
JCASHE: “Can you put that away now? Please..?”
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?”
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..”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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.”
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?”
OFFICER: “…keep your hands up!”
OFFICER: “Joe, confiscate the camera!”
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!”
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.”
SHADOW VS. JOHN WINTERS
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.
JANITOR: “Why do I get all the crazies? Let’s go see who it is.”
JANITOR: “Who’s there? You’re not supposed to be here!”
JANITOR: “Whoever it is, he’s a good violinist. *Yelling now* Come out! You can’t be back here!”
JANITOR: “They gotta be in HERE!”
JANITOR: “What the-”
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!”
VOICE: ”Even a Man who is pure in heart and Says his prayers by night…”
DK CUTTAH VS. JADA MONTANA
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!!!
BELLCO THEATRE FAIRFAX, VIRGINIA
AUGUST 12TH, 2015
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: ”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.”
HARTMAN: “Are you free for a word Mr.Corban?”
OTTO: “Yeah whatever. Hurry up.”
HARTMAN: ”As you can see I’m standing with newly signed Underground talent Otto Corban. Earlier on Underground you had some choice words…”
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: “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.”
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?”
HARTMAN: “I don’t know if I have another question.”
OTTO: “Good then. It was nice meeting you.”
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!”
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring out of Las Vegas, Nevada, Maximus Dunn!”
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!”
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!!!”
“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!”
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.”
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!”
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.”
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.”
JOHNSON: ”Looks like Niobe is about to get aerial! This could be it!”
JOHNSON: ”PHANTASM HORROR!!!”
VASSA: ”That almost looked like it was in slow motion!”
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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!”
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!!!”
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.”
HARTMAN: “You think this is her? Its gotta be her.”
HARTMAN: “This is her. I could just tell..”
BANKS: “There’s my buddy!”
HARTMAN: “Well hello to you too, Felicity. We’ve had a camera team out here waiting for you all night!”
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.”
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?”
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?”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
BANKS: “Do me a favor, will ya?”
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!”
HARTMAN: “You better stay away from those donuts. I’m trying to collect that one grand!”
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.”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.”
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!”
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.”
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?”
FREEDOM: ”What do you want kid?”
DELIVERY BOY: ”Flower delivery for a Mr. Freedom? “
FREEDOM: ”For me? Who the hell would sent me roses?”
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–“
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!”
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!!!”
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.”
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 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 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.
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DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner COLE JACKSONNNN.”
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: “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?”
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: “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.”
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 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*
“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!!!”
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.”
BANKS: “My oh my… Did the landscape change at Ante Up or what!?”
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…”
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…”
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!”
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.”
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…”
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….”
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…”
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!”
BANKS: “Veni…”
BANKS: “Vidi…”
BANKS: “VICI!”
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.”
DART: “Is this guy sleeping?”
STEVENSON: “Looks it but that can’t be comfortable..”
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: “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!”
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..”
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.”
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.”
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!!!”
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.”
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 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 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.”
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.”
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.”
FLIPP: “Wus good y’all. I wasn’t expecting yall jus to pop up but I’m glad you did.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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–“
VASSA: ”HERE WE GO!!!”
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!!!”
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!”
CRACK!!!
VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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!”
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!”
VASSA: ”Count it up!”
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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! “
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, THE RED PPIIOONNEEEERR!!!”
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!”
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.”
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?”
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!”
HARTMAN: ”Well thanks for your time Chris and good luck out there tonight.”
CHRIS MADISON VS. FRANCIS DART
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?”
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!”
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?”
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! “
FREEDOM: ”Boo all you want–“
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!”
FREEDOM: ”Now on to my opponent tonight Billy Madison..”
VASSA: ”Billy 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–“
VASSA: ”What is that?!”
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!”
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!”
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Showtime!”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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?!”
VASSA: ”IT’S LORD RAAB!!!”
JOHNSON: ”He’s come for payback! I knew this was bound to happen!”
VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Lord Raab just put Chris down with the blind sided punch! He didn’t even see it coming!”
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.”
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!”
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?”
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!!!”
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!”
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.”
HARTMAN: “I’m here with the now former 4CW Champion, Jason Cashe! Welcome Jason, it’s good to see you here tonight.”
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–“
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!”
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..”
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!”
CALEB MOORE VS. RAMONA LEE EPPS
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?”
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.”
JOHNSON: ”BLITZKRIEG BOP! Just pin him already!”
VASSA: ”No! No! Keep it going I’m loving this!”
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!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: ”That was quick!”
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!”
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by way of submission… RAMONA LEE EEPPPPSS!!!”
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!”
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…”
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?”
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…”
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.”
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!”
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!”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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”
VASSA: ”Cyrus who?”
JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle from Boardwalk Wrestling!”
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: ”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.”
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.”
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?”
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!”
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!”
DEMI: ”Thanks so much!”
DEMI: ”Good luck out there.”
FLIPP: ”Thanks Demi. I saw you out there tonight. Still a beast at it. I don’t think buddy touched you out there.”
DEMI: ”Thanks you go get yours now.”
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?”
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: ”Why yo brother step out the hotel like this Demi? He drunk right now”
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.”
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.”
DEMI: ”Good luck again Flipp.”
RPG: ”Your time coming man! Everyone’s time is coming!”
DREW STEVENSON VS. LO’RENZO PORTER
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!!!”
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?”
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 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.”
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.”
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”
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.”
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?”
“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!”
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!”
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.”
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.”
“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!”
HARTMAN: “Flipp … Hopkins, what’s good?”
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.”
FLIPP: “These make me not even wanna walk no more. I can jus skate everywhere.”
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: “I’ll see what I can do, Gabe. Right now though, there’s some Breaking News to be told.”
HARTMAN: “Breaking News? Where?”
FLIPP: “Not jus breakin news too G-Hart. It’s some wonderful news. Trust me The Loyal Framo gonna love this.”
HARTMAN: ”So what is the news? As you can tell by my expression I’m dying to hear.”
FLIPP: “You want to do the honor?”
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.”
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: ”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!”
EXTREME RULES MATCH
LORD RAAB VS. AIDAN CARLISLE
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!!!”
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!!!”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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!”
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 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!”
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!”
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?!”
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TWO
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T—KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: “Aidan kicked out again!”
JOHNSON: “How did she do it?!”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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.”
BANKS: ”That’s lots of money. Like, lots and lots of money. I could do a lot with it… ”
BANKS: ”They always manage to sneak these little clauses in the smallest of lettering. Tricky sonsabitches. ”
BANKS: ”Oh my god!!! What the hell is that smell?! ”
BANKS: ”Smells like ass and cheap cologne!! Holy shit this is bad!!”
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. ”
BANKS: ”Phew. Okay, we’re good.”
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!”
BANKS: ”Smells like my brothers basement in here.”
BANKS: ”Guess you must’ve just finished up? Whatever. Not a big deal. ”
BANKS: ” Okay, there’s something I need to talk to you about that involves this.”
BANKS: ”That does not belong to me. That belongs to you. ”
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?”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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..
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…”
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. ”
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.”
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… ”
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. ”
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.”
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.”
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!”
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!!!”
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!”
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!!!”
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!”
O’DONNELL: ”Scott… Scott… Scott… You think you know me so well, don’t you? Well I have a little surprise for you!”
O’DONNELL: ”That’s right Stevens! I am all healed up, you bitch!”
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!”
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!”
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.”
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…”
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.”
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!”
“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!”
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: ”NNOOO!!!”
VASSA: ”HE KICKED OUT!!!”
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.”
“One!”
JOHNSON: ”What is this!”
VASSA: ”Is that… Cyrus Riddle?”
“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.”
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!”
VASSA: ”OH SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: ”What the hell?!?!”
VASSA: ”TURN AROUND!!!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s like watching a horror flick whenever Dakota is around!”
VASSA: ”He’s got another victim!”
JOHNSON: ”First Caleb Moore and now Julliet?”
CCRRAACCKK!!!
JOHNSON: ”Dakota just laid CJ out!”
VASSA: ”What the fuck?!?!”
JOHNSON: ”What’s the big idea here?”
VASSA: ”There you go, Stevens. He’s been served on a platter for you.”
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!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner and new Boardwalk Wrestling Internet Champion, representing High Octane Wrestling… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
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.”
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!”
AIDAN: “Hey, you guys didn’t move my car did you?”
AIDAN: “I swear I’m going to kill whoever thought this was funny.”
AIDAN: “Seriously, what the fuck?”
AIDAN: “…Hello?”
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.”
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.”
DAKOTA: “I think its about time for you to get in the fucking van.”
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!”
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.”
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!”
“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!!!”
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!”
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!!!”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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..”
ONE
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VASSA: ”He kicked out!”
JOHNSON: ”That was quick, not even a two count.”
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!”
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!”
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!”
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!”
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.”
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!”
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