ADRENALINE E31 (050)


UNDERGROUND
ROBINA HOOD VS. NATHANIEL HAVOK

The moment the bell rings Havok flies out of his corner. Robina barely makes it two steps before she finds herself on the receiving end of a snap suplex. Nathaniel lays into the downed Hood with stomp after stomp until the official backs him off. As she gets to her feet and orients herself, he kicks out one of her legs. Robina drops down to one knee. Bouncing off of the ropes, he blasts her in the face with a shining wizard!

Havok scales the turnbuckles while Robina is once again left struggling to get to her feet. The crowd cheers as they wait for the impending maneuver. As soon as she stands he flies through the air with a crossbody. Leaving her laid out, he hops up on the corner once again, this time with a flying elbow drop. Hood clutches her chest, flopping around on the mat like a fish out of water. Havok snatches up her legs, locking on a Boston crab that nearly folds her in half! Hood is just close enough to the robes to grab on and break the hold.

Without giving her the chance to stand, Nathaniel hooks his arms around her for a gutwrench powerbomb. Backing up across the ring, he hits a perfect rolling knee. He pulls her up by the hair, getting a warning from the referee, and then drives her into the mat head first with a DDT. The arena explodes with cheers as he stands over Hood for a few moments, and then locks her up for the Reign of Terror! As she lays motionless on the mat he makes the cover and gets the ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!

UNDERGROUND
ISTVAN BATHORY VS. SHADOW

As the official signals for the bell the two men fly at one another. Shadow goes for a clothesline but Bathory surprises him with a jab to the throat! The wild man capitalizes on the moment and follows up with a headbutt. The big man recovers and comes back with a stalling vertical suplex that shakes the ring, followed by a thunderous elbow drop!

Istvan uses the ropes for extra momentum behind a vicious axehandle. Shadow answers with a full nelson slam. Bathory takes the huge man down with a spear tackle, throwing a wild series of punches one after the other. Shadow finally manages to break free, rolling away to create some separation. Once he is back on his feet, Shadow drives Wolfsbane into the corner with a huge clothesline! He backs across the ring and charges for a shoulder thrust, but Istvan ducks out of the way at the last moment and Shadow drives own his shoulder right into the ring post!

As Shadow falls to the mat, Bathory immediately hits him with a stomp to the chest! He presses his boot across Shadow’s throat, but Shadow uses his size and power to take Istvan down with a modified dragon screw! Both men get back to their feet, Wolfsbane blasting Shadow with a forearm smash that staggers him. Bathory charges in again, but Shadow catches him by the throat with his good arm, hitting a one-armed chokeslam! Nursing his injured shoulder, Shadow decides to drop and attempt the pin, getting ONE! . . . TWO!! . . . THREE!!!

UNDERGROUND
UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIP
EL FUTURO VS. NIOBE MARTIN ©

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

“Smoke Every Day” by Brown Shady hits the speakers as red, white and green lights begin to flash.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring first from Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall… El Futuro!”

El Futuro races out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, he then goes to each corner to give a salute to the crowd.

POWERS: ”And the opponent!”

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

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is the 4CW Underground champion, “The Nightmare”, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

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

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

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

“Dragged you down below”

“Down to the devils show”

“To be his guest forever”

“Peace of mind is less than never..”

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

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have Niobe Martin defending the 4CW Underground Championship against El Futuro!”

VASSA: ”This has been a back and forth dance with Niobe and the Underground Championship. First she earned her contendership. Then she had a match with Max Dunn which ended in a no contest. Then on the next show she defeated Max to win the championship only to lose the belt to Jada Montana weeks later.”

JOHNSON: ”Those two had their rematch two weeks ago with Niobe reclaiming the championship for herself and here we are, another title defense for the young lady.”

VASSA: ”Her first defense against Jada was one hell of a match. Even though she didn’t walk away with the belt that night, I’m sure she learned a valuable lesson. I know she did! She went to win the belt back two weeks later!”

JOHNSON: ”She has a new opponent in the ring tonight, one that has been pretty hot since signing with 4CW.”

VASSA: ”El Futuro has been on fire since signing with 4CW! He’s coming off a tough loss two weeks ago in the 4CW Tag Team Tournament but when it comes to singles, he’s really turned some heads.”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed he has, Vinny. Well, it looks like the official is ready to get this thing underway. Good luck to both competitors and may the best wrestler walk out of here with the 4CW Underground Championship.”

After grabbing the championship from Niobe, the official stands in the center of the ring. Raising it above his head, he displays it to each side of the ring before carrying to the edge of the ring and handing it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside. Checking with each corner, the official gets the nod from both Niobe and Futuro. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With the flip of a switch, the electricity in the ring comes to life as both Niobe and Futuro race out of their corners and charge each other towards the center of the ring. El Futuro takes a swing for the fences with a running lariat but misses as Niobe ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Quickly turning around, Futuro gets caught off guard as Niobe aims for his head with a roundhouse kick. Avoiding contact, Futuro leans backwards clearing his head from her foots path. As Niobe turns back around to face him after spinning, Futuro leaps into the air and wraps his heads around her head, falling backwards and flipping her across the ring with a head scissors takedown.

JOHNSON: ”El Futuro is off to a quick start after that exchange of misses between the two and following up with a head scissors takedown.”

VASSA: ”He nearly tossed Niobe out of the ring with that move!”

Back on his feet, Futuro quickly rushes towards Niobe before she has a chance to get up. Grabbing her by the head with both hands, he pulls her up to her feet and then slaps her across the chest with an open hand. Lifting her into the air in a horizontal position, he then slams her across his knee with a backbreaker. After bouncing off his knee and crashing to the canvas, Niobe rolls over to her back. Futuro then hops over her and takes off to the ropes across the ring. Jumping into the air, Futuro plants his feet on the bottom rope and springboards off into the air with a backflip. Coming down with the moonsault, Futuro crashes into the mat as Niobe rolls out of the way.

VASSA: ”El Futuro misses the Moonsault!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s quick in the ring but he just wasn’t quick enough to execute the move before Niobe managed to escape!”

With both wrestlers down, he ref begins the count. Slowly coming to, both then start to get to their feet, Niobe making it up first before Futuro can even get to one knee. Once up to one knee, Futuro gets wiped out as Niobe flies from across the ring and hits him with a flying clothesline than nearly takes his head off. Once back to her feet, she then grabs Futuro by the arm and slowly pulls him up to his feet. Keeping her grip on his wrist, Niobe then whips him to the ropes behind her. After coming back on the rebound, Futuro then gets lifted off his feet, spun in the air and dropped across Niobe’s knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

JOHNSON: ”After getting dropped with a backbreaker moments earlier, Niobe has stepped it up a notch with a backbreaker variation of her own!”

VASSA: ”Although she made that look easy, I can promise you that it wasn’t. El Futuro has eighty five pounds and nine inches on her but Niobe lifted him up with ease, with help from his momentum off the ropes.”

Pulling Futuro back to his feet, Niobe then hits him across the chest with two back to back chops. With Futuro off balance, Niobe then swings her leg up to kick him in the side but Futuro catches it. He then spins her around and as she comes back, Niobe jumps into the air with a kick for his head but misses the Dragon Whip as El Futuro drops to the mat on his stomach. With her momentum turning her around, Futuro pops back up and grabs her by the back of the head. Pulling her head underneath his arm, Futuro then drops her to the mat with a reverse DDT.

VASSA: ”These reversals are really getting exciting between these two.”

JOHNSON: ”We saw some in the beginning of the match and this dance was just as exciting as that!”

With Niobe down on her back, Futuro quickly gets to his feet and races to the corner. After ascending to the top of the turnbuckle, Futuro leaps into the air and comes down with a crushing elbow drop across Niobe’s chest. He then covers for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count…

ONE

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TW… KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: ”NNOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: ”That was so close but Niobe just wasn’t giving up that easy!”

Not wasting any time to argue with the ref, Futuro quickly pushes himself up to his feet. He then paces around the ring for a moment before locking his sights back on her. Grabbing ahold of her arm, Futuro lifts her up to her feet and then goes to throw her to the ropes behind him. Before Futuro can release her, Niobe locks onto his wrist and whips him to the ropes instead. With Futuro coming back on the rebound, Niobe lifts him up from his feet, spins around and drives him into the canvas with a spinebuster.

Popping back to her feet with a second wind, Niobe then rushes to the corner and quickly climbs to the top. Once there, she looks over the crowd for a moment before locking her eyes on Futuro who’s still down on his back. Leaping into the air, Niobe does a back flip and comes down, landing the Shooting Star Press!

JOHNSON: ”PHANTASM HORROR!!!”

VASSA: ”She landed it! She has him right where she wants him!”

Hooking the leg, Niobe goes for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”Niobe retains! She’s done it!”

VASSA: ”It’s been up and down for Niobe with the Underground Championship but with this first successful title defense here tonight, she can start this reign off with a bang.”

“Nightmare” hits the speakers as Niobe stand to her feet. After grabbing the championship from the outside, the ref stands beside her and presents her with the belt. Raising the championship up with one hand, Niobe then has her other arm raised by the ref,

POWERS: ”Here is your winner and still 4CW Underground Champion, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!”

ADRENALINE E31 [050]
PUBLIC AUDITORIUM CLEVELAND, OHIO
SEPTEMBER 23RD, 2015

Backstage, Perry Wallace paces back and forth in his office. Not wearing his suit coat and his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his face pours with sweat as another big decision seems to weigh in on him. After kicking the chair in front of the desk over, he then walks to the other side. Looking down at the desk, he sets his sights on a bottle of Scotch and grabs an empty glass sitting beside it. Picking up the bottle, he then removes the top and pours himself a glass before placing it back onto the desk. Before taking a drink, he sits in the chair behind the desk and thinks to himself for a moment while speaking softly.

WALLACE: “Get it together, Wallace. What the hell am I going to do?”

He then grabs the glass and takes a nice gulp before leaning back into the chair and kicking his feet up onto the desk.

WALLACE: “I have a few names to add to the Warzone at Fright Night but seven? I don’t know what I’m going to do. We have people tied up in the Tag Team Championship match. Raab and Chris Madison are booked in the Lion’s Den Match. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do for that crazy son of a bitch Dakota…”

And just like that, if you speak of the devil he will come. Dakota walks into Perry’s office, a sinister grin on his face and his extreme championship on his shoulder. Perry almost jumps up in his seat just at the sight of him which makes the butcher giggle to himself a little bit. Dakota walks over to the desk and snatches perry’s drink, putting the liquid up to his lips and downing it in one big swig.

DAKOTA: “Now… What was that you were saying about me boss?“

WALLACE: “Wh… wha… what are you doing here?“

Perry seems to be at a lost for words, constantly stuttering and tripping over his own voice. Dakota quickly puts his finger up, shushing Perry for the time being.

DAKOTA: ”I’ve been thinking… I think I deserve more around here don’t you? I mean, I’ve cleansed this place of its sins… I’ve snatched up the maggots who did nothing but infest, does that not entitle me of some sort of reward? I mean fuck Perry… I’m doing your job for you! Maybe I should be the one making the matches… Or maybe you should just search in that tiny little fucking brain of yours as to what you can give me… Because i’m going to be honest with you… I’m getting a little sick and tired of all these fucking maggots speaking as if my championship doesn’t matter, as if Dakota Smith doesn’t matter! But… You think I matter… Don’t you Perry?“

Perry nervously nods his head as he reaches out in front of him and grabs the bottle of booze, his hand now shaking as he pours himself another drink. He goes to take a sip of it, but again Dakota snatches it out of his hands.

DAKOTA: “Now… now… now boss, you wouldn’t be frightened by little ol’ me would you? How would that look? The owner of the company pissing his pants in front of one of his employees… That’s not very professional Mr. Wallace now is it?”

Searching over the desk, Perry grabs another empty glass to the far right. Going to set it down, the glass falls from his hand, an aftermath of the trembling throughout his body. After bouncing off the desk, the glass shatters as it crashes to the floor. Jumping in his seat, Perry lets out a slight scream after the sound frightens him. Looking back up at Dakota, Perry wipes the sweat from his forehead.

WALLACE: ”I don’t know what you’re talking about Da… Dakota. I’m not frightened, I just have a lot of pressure on me right now with th… with the Warzone match right around the corner. It’s the stress…”

DAKOTA: “Yeah stress, sure boss thats it. Wait, ya’ know what? I think you should be calling me boss! Seeing how I have set myself up a nice little personal playground here. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want…But that’s just the way I like my pets, Perry… Obedient.“

Standing up from his seat, Perry rises in a fit of anger. After shaking his head for a moment, he then looks into Dakota’s eyes only to have that same sense of fear overtake him again.

DAKOTA: ”You’ve grown a pair?”

WALLACE: ”I don’t know what you mean. I just needed to stretch my legs. What exactly do you want, Dakota?”

Perry then takes a step before feeling the chair against the back of his legs. He then falls into the seat while keeping his eyes locked with fear on Dakota, who inches himself closer to the man. Dakota bends down, so that he is face to face with Perry, so close their noses are touching.

DAKOTA: “MORE!“

Jumping in fear, Perry falls backwards in the chair. Laughing to himself, Dakota just shakes his head back and forth while backing towards the door. With his eyes locked on Perry, Dakota laughs to himself before leaving the office. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wallace takes a deep breath in relief. He then slowly climbs to his feet before walking to the desk and grabbing the bottle of Scotch. Turning it up, Wallace takes a big drink of liquor. After slamming the bottle back onto the desk, he wipes the excess from the corners of his mouth as his eyes quickly widen.

WALLACE: ”I GOT IT!!!”

OPENING MATCH
OMERTA VS. AIDAN CARLISLE & LIAM O’SHEA

JOHNSON: ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson accompanied here at ringside by no one other than the eloquent, Vinny Vassa!’

VASSA: ”Eloquent? Get out of here with that nonsense! Good evening folks!”

JOHNSON: ”We experienced a few technical difficulties earlier so we’re going to start things off a little differently here tonight and open the show up with our first match of the evening.”

VASSA: ”I’m sure the good folks at home are pleased as they won’t have to listen to us carry on about a bunch of nothing that puts them to sleep!”

JOHNSON: ”I do want to touch on one thing and that’s the tag team tournament that kicked off two weeks ago with rounds one and two.”

VASSA: ”What’s there to touch on? I’m sure everyone watching now either saw the thing for themselves or read about it on the internet. It’s no big secret!”

JOHNSON: ”Well aren’t you just chipper this evening?”

VASSA: ”I’m always in a good mood until we have to go through the hassle of production equipment not working. I’m just ready to move on and get to our first match of the evening. I’ll even make your job a little easier. Aidan Carlisle and Bryan Williams, The Distinguished Archetypes, and Gold Standard will face off in the final match for round three at Fright Night!”

JOHNSON: ”Thanks for the elaborate rundown of events.”

VASSA: ”These people don’t want elaborate. We’re already behind schedule and everyone wants us to jump straight into the action.”

JOHNSON: ”If you say so. First up tonight we have a tag team opening match. Aidan Carlisle and Liam O’Shea will be facing off against the team of Omerta, the 4CW Extreme Champion Dakota Smith and the newly signed Cyrus Riddle.”

VASSA: ”You said it! Now let’s just shut up and let this thing get started before we run into anymore interruptions.”

POWERS: ”Introducing first at a combined weight of four hundred fifty-nine pounds, the team of Dakota Smith and Cyrus Riddle, Ooomeeertaaa!!!”

“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward

Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both

For a wounded man shall say to his assailant

‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven’

Such is the rule of honor”

After those words are said “Omerta” starts to blare over the speaker system. A few moments pass before Cyrus Riddle & Dakota Smith with his Extreme Championship on his shoulder step out of the back. Both with shit eating grins on their face. Dakota rolls his head around shoulders and lets out a blood curdling scream before slapping Cyrus on the chest. Cyrus raises one of his arms up in the air and gives the audience the two finger salute before the two march their way down the ramp. Cyrus with a cocky swagger and Dakota stepping with deranged intentions.

When they finally get to the ring Dakota removes his championship from shoulder and throws it into the ring. He then runs up and slides in under the bottom rope as Cyrus rolls in. Dakota circles the ring a few times as Cyrus goes up one of the turnbuckle and holds his arms out as if to be embraced. The butcher then grabs his Extreme Championship and raises it up in the air as Cyrus hops off the ropes. The two men the go to their respective corner and wait for the match to begin.

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 wearing a zipped up leather jacket rather than one of her usual tops 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: ”Their opponents, coming to the ring first from Rochester, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is the Queen of Extreme, AIDAN CAAARLIIISLEEE!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive

Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive

Feel the energy build in your soul

‘Cause it’s time

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

“Oh, In the calm before the storm

Another legend will be born

Another battle will be won

We will rise

Oh, So heed the call of confrontation

Today we feed on domination

Secure a legacy that will never die

Be immortalized”

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

As soon as the drumbeat of “Burn” by Dropkick Murphys hits the sound system Liam appears at the top of the ramp and throws his fists in the air.

POWERS: ”And her partner, from Dublin, Ireland, standing six-foot four inches tall and weighing two hundred seventy pounds, Liiiaaam Ooo’Sheeeaa!!!”

Wasting no time, he strides purposefully down the aisle. He leans against the ropes after ascending the stairs, raising his arms again before ducking into the ring. He crosses the canvas to his partner, surprising her by lifting her up and setting her on the top turnbuckle. As he leans in for a rather PG-13 kiss, he extends one arm behind himself, giving the middle finger to the opposite corner. As Liam reaches up to start unzipping her jacket she swats his hand away with a grin.

JOHNSON: “Tensions have been building for more than a month now between Aidan Carlisle and Dakota Smith—”

VASSA: “Don’t leave Liam out, he wants his hands on Dakota just as badly as Aidan does.”

JOHNSON: “Add to that the arrival of Cyrus Riddle and we’ve got one hell of a mess on our hands.”

VASSA: “Do we even know whose side Aidan and Cyrus are on? Are they on their own side?”

JOHNSON: “I wonder why Bryan Williams thinks of all this? He and Aidan still have to square off against Cyrus and CJ O’Donnell and Gold Standard at Fright Night for the Tag Team Championships.”

VASSA: “Most importantly, however, is Aidan wearing anything under that jacket? She’s not taking it off to start the match.”

After some debate in each corner Dakota and Liam step out onto the apron, leaving Aidan and Cyrus to start the match. The referee checks with both sides and then calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

A cocky grin slides across Riddle’s face as the two circle one another. They stop as they come face to face in the center of the ring. Cyrus continues to grin down at Aidan as she glares up at him.

The staring contest drags on until Riddle brings up his two-finger salute between them in a rather suggestive manner, making a little kissing motion. In response Carlisle throws an open palm strike into his chest so hard that he stumbles back into the ropes, holding his sternum. He even checks for blood from the almost healed wound on his chest.

Riddle comes off of the ropes looking for a hard clothesline. Aidan ducks under and hooks his arm for a tilt-a-whirl arm drag. Cyrus flips her up onto his shoulders in the fireman’s carry position instead, and before he can capitalize Aidan slides right off the other side! She throws a shuffle side kick at his face, but he catches her leg. Carlisle goes for the enziguri and Riddle ducks that shot as well! Cyrus closes in for a knee drop but Aidan rolls out of the way and flips back to her feet with a kip up.

The two finally lock up and Riddle is quick to use his size to the advantage. He takes her down with a short arm clothesline, but doesn’t let go. Cyrus pulls Aidan back to her feet and drives her into the corner, crushing her against the turnbuckles in a way that is more explicit than competitive. He leans down and whispers something in her ear. Before he can pull back Carlisle throws a hard elbow into his face, sending him staggering backwards.

Before Aidan can get out of the corner, Riddle recovers and hits a standing dropkick. Carlisle clutches her chest as she drops to her knees on the mat. Cyrus stalks over, grin still firmly planted on his face, and reaches down to take a handful of her hair but Aidan pops before he can get a grip and hits him with a jawbreaker!

As Riddle stumbles backwards Carlisle seizes the advantage, grabbing both legs and yanking them out from under him before she throws herself on top of him and launches into a series of mounted punches. The crowd counts off each strike, getting to five before Cyrus catches one of her arms and rolls over on top of her. His grin grows wider as the position leaves her legs trapped around his waist and her shoulders on the mat in an unorthodox pin. The referee, momentarily confused, drops to start the count.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

In the same motion Aidan uses to get her shoulder up she catches Riddle in the temple with a forearm smash.

JOHNSON: “I hardly know what I’m seeing right now. Cyrus Riddle seems to be playing a game of cat and mouse while Aidan seems to be delivering some particularly brutal strikes.”

VASSA: “What I don’t know, but still want to know, is what is under that jacket?”

JOHNSON: “What we do know is that a lot of mind games have been being played between these two teams. They are certainly continuing here tonight.”

Despite the blow to the head, Cyrus is on his feet quickly, dropping a knee down into Aidan’s midsection before she can rise. She draws up her knees in pain as he nails her with a second, and a third! As she rolls over to pull herself away, Riddle drops and locks in a crossface. Aidan tries to pry his arms off, without success. As Cyrus cranks back on the hold, Aidan strains for the ropes, just close enough to get her fingers around them and get the break.

The official backs Riddle off and Aidan gets to her feet. They collide in the middle of the ring, Aidan looking for a clothesline but Cyrus gets the upper hand with a thunderous side effect! The cocky Englishman is once again on his feet first. He leans down, pulling Aidan to her knees by the hair, but she hits him in the throat with a chop. Riddle spins around clutching his neck. Carlisle leaps up from the mat, grabbing his shoulders and planting her knees in his spine. She falls back, blasting him with a backstabber that leaves him rolling on the canvas in pain.

Aidan crosses the ring like a woman on the mission, waiting for just the right moment before dropping a stiff elbow right in the center of Riddle’s chest, busting open the wound there and spilling his blood across his upper abdomen. Carlisle gives a smirk as she stands, collecting his blood off of her elbow. Taunting him with his own salute with those blood-covered fingers, she then drags them across one cheek like warpaint. Turning to face Dakota, she points at the other cheek, indicating she plans on collecting his blood as well.

The momentary distraction allows Cyrus to get to his feet, surprising her as she turns back around. He locks her up, lifting her off of the mat and driving her onto his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Though Aidan is quick to get back to her feet, she holds her back in obvious pain. Riddle charges, grabbing her arm and whipping her to the ropes. Aidan flips forward onto her hands, her back and legs hit the ropes and rebound, sending her forward with a handspring back elbow that catches him in his already bleeding chest!

JOHNSON: “I think it is safe to say that the time for fun and games has passed! Cyrus and Aidan aren’t holding anything back.”

VASSA: “That’s because all’s fair in love and wrestling!”

JOHNSON: “If you paid any attention, Vinny, I think you’d know that there isn’t a whole lot of love going around that ring right now.”

VASSA: “Maybe not ‘love,’ but I sense some sexual tension!”

Both Riddle and Carlisle glare at one another for a few long moments, edging toward their respective corners. Dakota barks something that the cameras don’t quite pick up, and Cyrus extends his hand for the tag. Liam questions Aidan, but she just shakes her head. As Smith steps into the ring, she finally unzips her jacket and casts it off, revealing the heavily spiked top that she only wears on “special” occasions.

JOHNSON: “My GOD Vinny, look at those cuts on Aidan’s back!!! Where did those come from?”

VASSA: “They are way too fresh to have been from Dakota, unless there is something we don’t know about!”

As the two meet in the middle of the ring Smith wraps Aidan up for a belly to belly suplex that practically echoes through the arena. Carlisle holds her back as she lays on the mat, still feeling the effects of Riddle’s backbreaker. Dakota yanks her to her feet with a fistful of hair. Aidan retaliates with an palm strike so hard that it turns his head, but Smith fires off a backfist that sends her stumbling.

Dakota waits for her to turn back around before following up with a jumping neckbreaker. Smith circles his opponent slowly after getting back to his feet, biding his time before finally delivering a stiff stomp to the ribs. He pins both of her arms to the mat with his knees as he drops on top of her for several mounted punches, throwing one after the other like a wild animal. He stops just as suddenly, yanking her up and throwing her onto his shoulders. The boos of the crowd are deafening as he backs up several paces and then runs forward and drives her into the canvas with the Dovah Death Drop!

Dakota soaks in the boos, grinning darkly as he points across the ring at Liam, keeping his eyes locked on the other man as he drops to his knees next to the fallen Carlisle. With a hand on her neck, Dakota pulls Aidan up into a sitting position, nailing her with a brutal headbutt that splits her forehead open at the hairline! Smith laughs as the blood runs down her face. With a euphoric look in his eyes he leans forward, tongue slipping out between his lips in anticipation of the flavor of the viscous red liquid. Just before he can have his taste, Aidan throws a punch right into his throat, sending him rolling off of her!

Both get to their feet at the same time, Carlisle using the ropes to pull herself up. Dakota grabs her arm, whipping her across the ring. As she rebounds he scoops her up for a side slam, but she twists her body around his, hooking his head and driving him into the mat with a tilt-a-whirl DDT! Once again, though, both manage to stand back up simultaneously. They glare daggers across the ring at one another, circling slowly. Smith moves first, throwing a running knee into her stomach. She stumbles back against the ropes. He charges in to try to clothesline her right over the top rope, but she dodges to the side and kicks out the back of one knee, hanging him up on the middle rope! She backs across the ring and gets a running start before blasting him in the face with both feet for a 619!

Somehow Dakota rolls all the way through from the impact, over one shoulder and back to his feet! Aidan sucks in several tired breaths as she leans against the ropes, finally shoving off and charging at him. Before she can connect he catches her by the neck, lifting her off of her feet and driving her into the canvas with a chokeslam! She is slow to start moving, holding her throat and her back as Smith stumbles back as well drags himself to the corner. Once upright, Dakota leans heavily against the top turnbuckle.

The referee watches Aidan, almost ready to start a ten-count before she gets to her knees, and then her feet. Smith pulls away from the corner, and the pad from the turnbuckle comes with him!

JOHNSON: “Dakota took the pad off of the turnbuckle! He was playing possum and let the referee get distracted!”

Smith grabs her arm, whipping her toward the exposed steel of the corner. Aidan catches herself on the ropes before she can collide with the unforgiving metal. Dakota rushes at her from behind, but she hits the canvas and trips him up with a drop toe hold. Smith goes face first right into the turnbuckle he just removed the padding from!

As Dakota falls back to the mat, his own face is now covered in blood as well! Aidan leans down, grabbing him by the beard and pulling him half way up. She drives the other fist into his face once, twice, three times before throwing him back down on the canvas. Running her fingers over his forehead, she finishes off her warpaint by swiping his blood across her other cheek. For several long moments she considers laying into him again, but finally turns and tags in Liam.

VASSA: “Oh boy, now it’s going to get ugly!”

JOHNSON: “You didn’t think it was ugly before?”

VASSA: “You know what I meant!”

Dakota gets to his feet just in time to catch a big boot to the face. Liam wastes no time laying into him with a half dozen vicious stomps to the chest, gut, back and shoulders as Smith tries to roll away and create some separation. The official finally backs O’Shea off and Dakota gets himself vertical once more. The two lock up mid-ring, battling back and forth to try to overpower one another. Liam seems to have the upper hand when Smith suddenly changes tactics with a snap suplex!

Before O’Shea can get back up Dakota leaps into the air for a double foot stomp to the chest! Liam rolls out of the way of a second and gets back to his feet, catching Smith with a back elbow when Dakota tries charging in. O’Shea takes Smith down with a spear and unloads a barrage of mounted punches until the referee once again backs him off.

Both men hit the ropes and launch at one another. Liam goes for a clothesline but Smith latches onto his arm and reverses into a cutthroat neckbreaker! Dakota immediately rolls over and grabs Liam’s ankle, standing and locking in a half crab. O’Shea curls his hands into fists as Smith tries to fold him in half with the submission hold. Liam extends one arm and pulls himself toward the ropes. Dakota tries to drag him backwards, each fighting in opposite directions. O’Shea pulls himself forward another arm length before Smith stalls his progress. The two shout a slew of obscenities at one another as the struggle continues. Finally, Liam’s impressive power lets him pull himself to the ropes and get a hold. Dakota holds on until damn near 4.95 before breaking the submission.

Liam is barely on his feet when Smith charges again, but O’Shea ducks in and throws Dakota up onto his shoulders for a rolling fireman’s carry slam! The crowd cheers as Smith is laid out on the canvas for several moments. O’Shea wraps up Dakota’s legs for a sharpshooter, but Smith is close enough to get a hand on the ropes before he can get it locked in. Liam gives Dakota a soccer kick to the ribs before backing away. The two hit each other so hard in the middle of the ring that the impact is audible. Smith immediately nails O’Shea with a headbutt, leaving his own blood on the other man. Liam returns the favor, however, with a headbutt of his own! Breaking free of one another, they trade a set of European uppercuts, and then haymakers, each matching the other blow for blow!

VASSA: “These two are trying to tear each other apart! I love it.”

JOHNSON: “I think I’d be feeling the same way if I were in Liam’s shoes.”

VASSA: “Hey, it takes two to tango, Aidan made the choice to sleep with the enemy!”

JOHNSON: “Those two animals attacked and manipulated her!”

O’Shea gives Smith a kick to the midsection, setting him up for a pedigree as Dakota doubles over, but Smith reverses with a dragon suplex, bridging for a pin! The referee swoops in for the count.

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Liam gets a shoulder up and shoves Dakota off after just two. Standing up on opposite sides of the ring. Smith and O’Shea once again charge at one another. Liam catches Smith, throwing him up in the air and then driving him to the mat with Hellfire!!! He immediately transfers into a pin of his own and the official lunges back in.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Dakota gets a shoulder up after just two himself, laughing maniacally at the frustration on Aidan and Liam’s faces. He rolls back over his shoulder into his own corner, reaching up and slapping the hand of Cyrus Riddle to tag him in.

The moment Riddle ducks between the ropes O’Shea is there to meet him with a fall away slam. Cyrus pops back to his feet, fresh from his time out of the ring. He drives Liam back with one, two, THREE European uppercuts, followed by a lariat that knocks the big Irishman back into the corner. Riddle goes for the corner dropkick but gets nothing but air as Liam sidesteps at the last moment. Cyrus is undeterred as he rolls right back to his feet and catches O’Shea in the face with a jumping high knee! Liam staggers back, checking for blood.

Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Dakota has left his corner! Aidan hops down off of the apron as well and the two meet at the half way point on the floor. Carlisle throws a forearm up into Dakota’s bloodied face, to which the Butcher just laughs! She gives him another, and another! With all the blood from the gash on his forehead it’s impossible to tell if his mouth and nose have started bleeding too. Smith finally lashes out with one hand, grabbing her by the hair and driving her head down onto the barricade!

As Aidan collapses to the ground, Dakota drives his boot into her ribs. He lets her roll away, slowly walking after until she comes to a stop before he gives her another and lets her retreat again. Rather than the expected laughing, his expression is practically blank as he gives her a third kick. Carlisle rolls toward the ring, baiting Smith into following. As he adjusts when she rolls back away, she catches him with another drop toe hold and he falls face first into the announcer’s table!

Back in the ring Cyrus flips Liam to the canvas with a double underhook suplex! Riddle’s cocky smirk is firmly in place as he delivers three straight knee drops into O’Shea’s chest. Cyrus then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for an elbow drop, but Liam rolls out of the way just in time and Riddle drives his elbow right into the canvas! O’Shea gets to his feet and wraps Cyrus up, deadlifting him from the mat for a gutwrench powerbomb!

At the announcer’s table Dakota pulls himself to his feet, scanning the area in front of himself for Aidan. Carlisle, however, has maneuvered behind him. She launches off of the steel stairs, up onto the barricade, running across it for several steps and then leaping off, catching Smith’s head with her legs and whipping him to the floor with a hurricanrana! Neither of the two show any signs of movement for several seconds.

JOHNSON: “All hell has broken loose as Aidan and Dakota decided to continue their battle outside of the ring! Riddle, Carlisle, and Smith are all bleeding. There is blood on the mat, on the floor, on our announcer’s table… everywhere!!!”

VASSA: “Well, we were promised bloodshed by everyone involved in this match and they haven’t disappointed! It smells like raw hamburger down here!”

Liam whips Cyrus into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan drop on the rebound. O’Shea yanks the other man to his feet, whipping him into the ropes again. Riddle ducks under Liam’s huge arm and locks him up from behind with a full nelson suplex! The ring rattles under the combined weight of the two as they hit the canvas. They leap right back to their feet at the same time. O’Shea throws himself at Riddle for another clothesline, but Cyrus ducks once again, this time landing a reverse DDT!

Liam is much slower to get himself off the mat, but still manages to get to his feet. Cyrus rushes him from behind, looking for the Daydreamer! O’Shea turns just in time and floors Riddle with a shoulder block! Without hesitating he follows with an elbow drop right to the sternum, making sure Cyrus’ chest wound doesn’t have the chance to stop bleeding.

Back outside the ring, Aidan is the first to start moving. She uses the apron to pull herself up, and then stalks back over to Dakota, grabbing his beard with both hands to yank him up. She starts to lock him up, but Smith shoves her off and spears into back into the steel stairs! The motion drives the spikes of her top deep into his shoulder, leaving bleeding puncture wounds in several places as he leaves her against the stairs and backs up. Dakota charges again! Aidan sidesteps and hooks his elbow, whipping him down on top of the stairs with an arm drag!!!

The official is too busy inside the ring to worry about Aidan and Dakota on the outside. Cyrus gives Liam a hard kick to the gut, doubling the bigger man over. Wasting no time, Riddle hooks his arms and executes an impressive tiger driver! Cyrus moves in for a bow and arrow lock, but he can’t quite get the huge Irishman to cooperate and is forced to change tactics, stomping away at Liam’s chest.

Like a goddamn unstoppable demon, Dakota gets back to his feet, scratched up from the corners of the stairs. He picks up the upper step where it separated from the lower, carrying the unwieldy object to where Aidan has slumped against the side of the ring. Before she can get out of the way he drives the steel down onto her knee, the very same one he had badly damaged when he had held her captive at his compound. Carlisle’s scream of agony can be heard even over the action in the ring and the sound of the crowd. Somehow, before he can do it a second time she kicks out the back of his knee with her other foot, leaving them both in a heap.

JOHNSON: “Dakota and Aidan are going to kill each other before they ever get back in this match!”

VASSA: “I don’t know if Bryan Williams is watching, but he might want to start looking for a new tag partner!”

JOHNSON: “I think you’re right! The final match in the Tag Team Tournament at Fright Night is going to need alternates!”

Cyrus and Liam are still going at it in the ring. Both men are on their feet. O’Shea charges first, taking Riddle down with a double axehandle. As Cyrus gets to his feet he’s blasted with another! Liam’s makes it a hat trick with a third! As O’Shea moves in again, Riddle hammers him with a European uppercut as he rises!

Liam stumbles back and Riddle advances. He grabs the big man and flips him up onto his shoulders in the dominator position in a way that looks almost effortless! He turns toward the center of the ring. Aidan leaps up onto the apron out of nowhere, leaning over the ropes to slap Liam on the shoulder! Cyrus misses the tag, but the referee sees it! Riddle finishes off Darkness Falls, driving O’Shea to the mat in a sitdown piledriver!

Aidan is already in the ring and clubs Cyrus in the back of the head with a sliding clothesline! The calculating Riddle is quick to realize what has happened and changes his focus to his new opponent. As Carlisle launches herself off of the ropes he catches her and hits her with another pendulum backbreaker!

JOHNSON: “My god Vinny, how can Aidan even still move at this point?!”

VASSA: “I’m not sure she can after that!”

JOHNSON: “She isn’t! At least not yet.”

Cyrus grabs the back of her ring gear and pulls her to her feet. Grabbing one of her hands, he pulls her arm between her legs, setting her up for a pumphandle slam, though his size lets him stand behind her instead of to the side. His cocky smirk widens as he looks to Liam, rolling his hips forward lewdly a few times before finishing off the maneuver. O’Shea almost comes back through the ropes, but the official stops him.

Riddle doesn’t even care that the Ref’s back is turned as he crawls on top of Carlisle in the same untoward pin he had used earlier, locking eyes once again with O’Shea as he wraps one of Aidan’s legs around his waist and runs his hand down her thigh. The official still has no idea as he’s struggling to keep Liam out of the ring. Cyrus laughs as he gives a roll of his hips, taunting O’Shea further.

Aidan finally breaks free with a forearm smash to Riddle’s face that sends him reeling. Having had more than enough of his games, she gives him a hard kick in the ribs after getting to her feet. Riddle manages to get to his own feet in the few seconds that the referee can back her away. No sooner is Cyrus on his feet than he’s sent stumbling by a hard shot to the jaw. When the force spins him around Aidan rakes her nails down his back, leaving bloody welts behind.

VASSA: “Mee-OW!”

JOHNSON: “Vicious tactics are being used here tonight that we don’t usually see out of Aidan. I think she’s had enough of Cyrus and Dakota’s games.”

VASSA: “I can’t even walk as fast as she’s managing to limp. You can tell that knee is really bothering her after Dakota assaulted her with those steel stairs.”

Recovering from the stinging pain, Cyrus turns around with renewed focus. As Carlisle takes another swing he catches her arm and shoves it away, hitting her with a hard spinebuster that leaves her reeling on the mat. He grabs her ankle before she can get away and twists her up in a heel hook! Aidan clenches her fists and screams as he applies to the pressure to her already injured knee! She crosses her arms over her chest, distracting herself from the pain in her knee by squeezing her arms onto the bloodied spikes of her top, refusing to tap! Riddle cranks down even harder, holding on for several long seconds before he lets go on his own, having simply wanted to cause more damage, rather than make her tap.

Coarse, dark laughter is heard as Dakota finally makes it back to his corner. The Butcher grins as he watches Carlisle clutch her knee on the mat. Riddle moves to the corner, hopping up onto the top turnbuckle facing outward. He stands, taunting the crowd as they boo him. Aidan throws her self into the ropes, jostling them and causing Cyrus to slip! The pain is evident on Riddle’s face as he lands in a seated position.

Aidan races to her feet, heedless of the pain in her knee as she crosses the ring. She grabs one of his arms from behind, and then the other, using the aid of the turnbuckle to lift him up into a front crucifix position! She pulls him back slightly and then drops him spine first down onto her upturned, injured knee!!!

JOHNSON: “Oh my god! That is brand new from Aidan Carlisle, she calls it the Queen’s Cross!”

VASSA: “It looks brutal Steve!”

JOHNSON: “It sure does, but I think Aidan just did as much damage to herself as she did to Cyrus!”

Aidan clutches her knee, but rolls over on top of Riddle, looking for a quick pin. The official briefly looks for a clean spot on the mat to count, but there doesn’t seem to be one!

ONE

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TWO

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THR—KICKOUT!!!

Cyrus gets the shoulder up! Aidan is gasping for breath as she sits up. She glares down at Riddle, who grins back at her. The staring contest goes on for several long moments before both suddenly roll toward their own corners. Both Dakota and Liam are tagged in at the same time!

Liam goes for a clothesline but Smith grabs a fistful of his spikey red hair, pulling him over to the corner with the exposed turnbuckle! O’Shea fights back, but Smith gives him a cheap shot to the kidney and then drives his face down onto the steel! Liam’s face comes up bleeding as Dakota pulls his head back. The Butcher tries to slam his head down onto the turnbuckle gain, but O’Shea grabs the ropes and then throws his head back into Dakota’s face, busting open his nose! Fresh blood is flowing everywhere as the two men lock up in the middle of the ring once again.

This time Liam overpowers Dakota, whipping him across the ring into the corner where Aidan is standing. The Butcher cackles as he throws his elbow into her face, knocking her off of the apron. Carlisle hits the announcer’s table first before crumpling on the floor. Liam shouts something very angry and very Celtic as he annihilates Smith with a corner high knee. Dakota falls to the mat and then rolls out of the ring completely. On the other side of the canvas, Riddle starts to climb back into the ring, but the referee is quick to stop him. The argument continues on for several seconds and several uses of the word “cunt.”

Liam starts to cross the ring, ready for another shot at Cyrus. Aidan pulls herself up using the announcer’s table as Dakota slides into the ring with a chair in hand. The official is distracted by Riddle, his back turned as Smith nails Liam in the back of the head with the chair! The big Irishman goes down hard and Smith rolls back out of the ring to dispose of the chair before the referee can catch him. Aidan screams as she lunges at Dakota.

Carlisle throws a fist into his face and slams his head back into the ring post. She whips herself into the ring and back against the post in one fluid motion, locking her calf across Smith’s throat in a modified triangle choke! She grabs onto her own foot with both hands, pulling back hard to apply as much pressure as possible.

The official finally gets Riddle back on the apron, turning to find Liam down and Aidan using the illegal hold. The Ref drops to a knee, tapping Aidan on the shoulder and warning her once before he starts counting. Even after he starts, she ignores him completely!

“One! … Two! … Three!”

JOHNSON: “If Aidan doesn’t let go, she’s going to cost herself the match!”

VASSA: “I’m not sure she cares, Steve.”

“Four! … Five!”

The referee calls for the bell as Carlisle still refuses to break the hold.

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

With both hands still firmly gripping her foot, Aidan leans back, adding all of her own bodyweight to the crushing force already applied to Dakota’s throat. Smith has already gone slack against the post, but Aidan refuses to let up, even as the referee grabs her hands to try to pry them free. Riddle leaps into the ring and joins the effort. As soon as Aidan realizes he is there she throws one elbow back right into the bridge of his nose without letting up on his partner. As Cyrus stumbles backward, holding his face, Carlisle redoubles her efforts, using every bit of her power to try to choke the life out of Dakota Smith.

A handful of the security crew and several more referees pour of the back, racing down the ramp. As multiple pairs of hands grab her arms and legs, Aidan’s strength can’t match the force. The security team is able to break Dakota free of her hold. As soon as they do, she kicks her way away from them, pulling herself across the ring to Liam. As she carefully touches his head, her hand comes away bloody.

POWERS: “And your winners, Ooomeeertaaa!”

The referee points at Cyrus and the unconscious Dakota as he declares them the winners, rather than trying to raise their hands. Music rises up over the sound system, only, instead of “Omerta” by Lamb of God, “Indestructible” by Disturbed fills the arena!

JOHNSON: “What is this?!”

VASSA: “Isn’t that…”

Cyrus halts his movement toward his downed partner, his whole body tensing and fists clenching as he glares toward the entrance. From the back appears none other than Boardwalk Wrestling’s Ian Bishop. Slowly packing back and forth on the stage, Bishop is holding a microphone and has a large grin on his face. Aidan shoots a look up the ramp, for a moment confusion crosses her face.

BISHOP: “Surprise, motherfuckers! Cyrus, buddy ol’ pal, you should see the look that’s on your face right now. Bloody priceless! You thought you got the best of me on Live but—”

Bishop is cut off by the 4CW crowd, as they begin to boo the appearance of the Incredible One. They all begin to chant “get the fuck out,” causing Bishop to become red in the face. He begins to pace back and forth, shouting.

BISHOP: “How about you all shut the hell up and listen to greatness for once. I know it must be hard, you’re all blinded by this so-called talent and have yet to witness true athleticism and perfection. Think of it as I am the Green Bay Packers coming here to teach a thing or two to the worthless Browns!”

JOHNSON: “Who does Ian Bishop think he is? This isn’t Boardwalk, he has no business being here!”

VASSA: “Try telling him that, if you’d like. I’d say there is some unfinished business with Cyrus Riddle that is spilling over.”

BISHOP: “Now, you all must be wondering why I am here, crashing the show. For you dumb fucks out there, Cyrus Riddle is Boardwalk’s Atlantic City Champion, and I am the number one contender to said title and I will do anything in my path to make sure I win that title. Last week, an altercation happened at Riddle’s apartment and he tried to hide it.

“So, naturally, when he left for the weekend, I broke into his suite and investigated, because I am a nosey guy and want every advantage I can take. I don’t know exactly what went down but I found blood and got it tested… and that blood belongs to the only woman in the ring right now, Aidan Carlisle!”

Bishop points directly at Carlisle, who stands up and takes the microphone from Powers.

CARLISLE: “Yeah it was mine. Some crazy-desperate cunt showed up and interrupted my business, and even though I probably should have shown her what a dislocated shoulder feels like after she pushed me through that coffee table, I didn’t. Now would you get the fuck off of my stage, you irrelevant prick, you’re blocking the medical staff.”

JOHNSON: “I guess that explains those cuts all over Aidan’s back…”

BISHOP: “Pfft, me, irrelevant? Please. Liam’s going to be fine, he can lay there, bleeding out for a couple more minutes while I get under Riddle’s skin because honestly, that’s why I’m here. Not to announce I’m apart of the 4CW roster because I am already apart of a better organization; Boardwalk Wrestling. I’m not here to challenge anyone on the roster to a match because clearly, we already know what the outcome would be. No, I’m here to piss Cyrus Riddle off.

“To the public, and to you guys, maybe you two being an item, whether it’s serious or not, may not be a big deal but to me it is because that means Riddle’s emotions can be compromised. I have nicknames for being incredible and for being indestructible in the ring but I don’t have nicknames for making my opponents so unbelievably angry that they make dumb decisions, forget about what’s actually important, and then I take advantage. So, sorry Aidan, you’re with the wrong person, at the wrong time, but I need to get Riddle red…”

Bishop pauses for a moment, grabbing a piece of sharp, jagged, glass from his pocket and starts staring at it before fixating on Carlisle.

BISHOP: “…and I might as well do it with your blood.”

Dropping the microphone, Bishop clutches the glass and begins to pace down the ramp toward Riddle and Carlisle. However, before Bishop can get to the ring, the already present security and extra referees move forward and make a barrier between him and the ring. The crowd cheers the security team as Bishop tries to find a hole but fails to do so.

Riddle’s cocky smirk slides across his face as Bishop is now visibly pissed off. Aidan has gone back to kneeling beside Liam. He points to them and shouts a few things not picked up by the microphone as he begins to walk backwards, retreating.

VASSA: “Well, you might not think he has any business here, Steve, but I get the feeling we haven’t seen the last of Ian Bishop.”

JOHNSON: “I think you’re right, Vinny.”

As the cameras come to life in the backstage area, two people are standing by with smiles on their faces and those two people are Drew Stevenson and a much smaller woman with long black hair who you will become very acquainted with soon enough. Jumping around a little bit to get loosened up, Stevenson was ready for tonight’s match as the woman was holding his 4CW Tag Team Championship belt over her shoulder.

STEVENSON: “They say behind every great man is of course, a great woman…”

With that trademarked Stevenson smile running along his face, it was pretty clear that he was extremely confident going into this match tonight.

STEVENSON: “… And as you already know, we here in the Gold Standard only accept the absolute best that the business has to offer and what you’re looking at right now? It’s grade A, the absolute BEST!”

Stopping his jumping and now simply standing there, his focus is completely on the camera that records his every movement, almost as if he is staring right at his opponents for tonight’s match.

STEVENSON: “In tonight’s match? You’re going to witness a beating like you have never witnessed before and you’re going to see something that you will come to accept and that is the Gold Standard running through every single opponent that gets put in our path. Not only that, but you get to see the most beautiful woman in wrestling – MY girl and the most dangerous woman in the business today, Kat Jones!”

Motioning over to the most beautiful and dangerous woman in wrestling today, Stevenson continues to speak.

STEVENSON: “You see, tonight is only the beginning – everybody already witnessed just how dominating that we were on the last Adrenaline when we captured the 4CW Tag Team Championships and then defended them that very same night. We beat the absolute best that this company had to offer and we proved without a shadow of a doubt that we are the absolute best that this business has ever seen and tonight? The team of Hopkins and Porter are going to be nothing more than an example for what every other tag team in this entire industry has coming to them. You want this boys?”

Grabbing the title from off of Kat’s shoulder, he holds the leather strap with a very firm grip while walking up to the camera to shove it right in their faces.

STEVENSON: “Then like I told you earlier, take a good, long look because this is the CLOSEST that you will be to becoming the 4CW Tag Team Champions and that isn’t arrogance talking but the honest to God truth and when that bell sounds? You are going to find out firsthand just what we are all about because we are Golden, the absolute best and you are just another notch under our belts.”

Taking a step back away from the camera, he swings the title up onto his shoulder and then walks away with an arrogant smile running along his face. Following behind him is the beautiful Kat as they disappear out of the cameras view.

MAIN CARD
JOHNNY REBEL VS. BRONX VALESCENCE

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have two new talents signed to the 4CW roster. Bronx Valescence will be making his 4CW debut against Johnny Rebel!”

VASSA: ”So the prodigal son has finally made his way over to 4CW!”

JOHNSON: ”What are you talking about, Vinny? We don’t even know if the rumors are true.”

VASSA: ”Don’t let the boss man hear you say that. I think it’s wonderful that Bronx and Perry have found each other after all this time.”

JOHNSON: ”Folks, for those of you who may not know what we’re talking about, supposedly Mr. Wallace is Bronx Valescence’s father.”

VASSA: ”You say that as if you have doubts.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not necessarily saying that I doubt it’s true. But anyway, we have a match to get to. I’m sure more will come of this over time between the two. For now, Bronx has a match to worry about and against a veteran nonetheless.”

VASSA: ”Johnny Rebel, I know the name all too well. He’s been in the sport for a very, very long time. I’m glad to see him landing in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s had a very impressive career and I’m sure, without a single doubt, that he will continue his legacy in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”So that’s what it is, Johnny Rebel versus Bronx Wallace!”

JOHNSON: ”Valescence…”

#SIMPLY

#F’N

#PUT!

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. “SIMPLY PUT” is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

#IT’S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred thirty one pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall, “Simply Put”… Johnny Rebel!”

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

POWERS: ”And the opponent…”

“What You Know About That” by TI hits over the house system as smoke fills the top of the entrance ramp. Bronx with his head down walks out to the top of the ramp to stand in the smoke for a moment before he pulls his hands up slowly pointing two finger guns at the ring. He pulls the trigger before he twirls the said “guns” and places them back into his “holsters” on either side before he starts his business like walk to the ring.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Eastport, Maine, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet tall, Bronx Valescence!”

He slides with one knee up on the apron, wipes his feet and then flips over the top rope into the ring. Bronx then walks over to the middle rope and stands on it, surveying the crowd through his sunglasses before he hops off and walks over to his corner where he kicks up, using the top turnbuckle like a hammock as he waits for the bell.

VASSA: ”Here they are! Bronx Valscence and Johnny Rebel, two new additions to the 4CW family that will most certainly make an impact with their time here.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m not sure if these two have ever met in the ring before now but I’m going with the assumption that they have not. The building is packed and the fans are eager for this match to begin.”

VASSA: ”There’s a first time for everything and I’m sure that these two will set this place on fire in that ring tonight.”

JOHNSON: ”It looks like the ref is ready to get things underway. Make yourselves comfortable folks because things are about to heat up right here on Adrenaline!”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with each corner, first getting the nod from Rebel and then receiving one from Bronx. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell, officially starting the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

After approaching each other in the center of the ring, the two lock eyes for a few brief moments as the crowd patiently waits for the excitement to begin. Taking the first swing, Rebel breaks the stare and connects with a hard right to the side of Bronx’s jaw. Firing back, Bronx takes a swing for the fences but misses as Rebel ducks underneath and lands a stinging punch to the stomach. Rebel then leans back up and kicks Bronx in the stomach, knocking out what little breath he had left and forcing him to lunge over.

Rebel then grabs Bronx by the head with both hands and then lifts his knee upward, planting it into Bronx’s face and knocking him over to his back. With Bronx down at his feet, Rebel then jumps onto him, mounting himself on top and then unloads with multiple punches to the forehead. After landing half a dozen, Rebel pushes himself up only to turn to stomping a mudhole in Bronx’s stomach. He then reaches down, grabs Bronx by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet.

With his grip still firm around Bronx’s wrist, Rebel then whips him to the ropes behind him and once he comes back on the rebound, Rebel spins around and knocks him off his feet with an elbow to the chops. Quickly shaking it off, Bronx rolls over and pushes himself up but before he can get up from all fours, Rebel kicks him in the stomach, lifting him up from the canvas and flipping him over to his back.

VASSA: ”Johnny Rebel has taken control of this match from the jump!”

JOHNSON: ”The man may have quite a few years on him but so far you wouldn’t even guess that he’s forty five years old.”

VASSA: ”Forty five? Well I’ll be damned! I would have guessed early twenties with the quickness he still posses in that ring.”

After pulling Bronx back to his feet, Rebel hooks his arm around his head and then grabs ahold of the waistband of his pants. Lifting him up into the air, Rebel holds him upside down for a moment before falling backwards, dropping Bronx to the canvas with a stalling vertical suplex. Back to his feet in an instant, Rebel paces around the ring for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on Bronx. He then walks back over to him and bends over before slapping Bronx across the back of the head as he pushes himself up.

Grabbing ahold of Bronx’s head, Rebel pulls him up to his feet and then positions himself behind him. Wrapping his arms around Bronx’s waist, Rebel then goes to life him up from his feet but before he can, Bronx swings his elbow back and plants it square in Rebel’s mouth. Shaking off the blow, Rebel then goes to lift Bronx up once more but again, Bronx fires back another elbow and hits him in the mouth, breaking the hold.

Taking advantage of the moment, Bronx quickly rolls forward and up to his feet, creating distance between the two. Looking across the ring at Rebel, Bronx brushes the hair out of his face. Rubbing his mouth, Rebel then pulls his hand away, revealing blood on his fingers and a busted lip from the elbow shot to the mouth.

JOHNSON: ”It looks like Rebel’s lip is busted open.”

VASSA: ”Bronx drew first blood!”

JOHNSON: ”That he did and Johnny doesn’t appear to be pleased about it one bit.”

Rebel then charges forward towards Bronx and lunges at him. Side stepping out of the way, Bronx watches as Rebel races by and catches himself on the ropes. Turning around quickly, Rebel is taken off his feet as Bronx hits him in the side of the head with a spinning heel kick. Quickly getting up in anger, Rebel lunges forward with a power punch only to have it deflected and countered with a knee to the stomach. After knocking Rebel back a few steps, Bronx then runs forward and hits him with a European uppercut, sending him stumbling to the ropes.

After shaking off the blow, Rebel then charges towards Bronx only to get taken down to the mat face first with a drop toe hold. Lifting his face from the canvas, Rebel then pushes himself up in anger with his back turned to Bronx. Seeing an opportunity, Bronx then runs towards him, jumps into the air and hits him in the back of the head with a dropkick, sending him stumbling to the ropes once more. Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Rebel catches himself before falling to the canvas.

Back on his feet, Bronx quickly moves in and wraps his arms around Rebel’s waist. He then pulls him back but doesn’t get far as Rebel has a firm grip on the top rope. After struggling for a few moments, Bronx finally manages to pull him away from the ropes, breaking his hold on them, and lifting him up into the air before dropping him to the mat with a release German suplex.

JOHNSON: ”The momentum has shifted!”

VASSA: ”Bronx caught him off guard and busted his lip. Since then, he’s been in control of the match.”

JOHNSON: ”Rebel’s getting up!”

Standing across the ring, Bronx watches as Rebel climbs to his feet, slow in his movements. Once up to one knee, Bronx takes off towards him, gaining speed and then kicks his foot up, going for a running big boot. Just as the foot closes in on his face, Rebel throws both hands up and intercepts the kick. With Bronx’s foot in his hands, Rebel then twists his ankle, rolling Bronx down to the mat. Rebel then pops back to his feet with the foot still in his clutches.

Lifting Bronx’s foot into the air, Rebel then forces it back down, driving Bronx’s knee into the canvas. He then grabs a handful of Bronx’s hair and drags him up to his feet. Holding him up with one hand, Rebel draws back with the other and then connects with a stiff punch to the jaw. Keeping Bronx on his feet with his other hand, Rebel then draws back and fires with another, this time hitting him square in the chin for raw power. Rebel then locks onto Bronx’s wrist and arm only to then whip him into the corner.

After watching Bronx’s crash against the turnbuckle with force, Rebel then takes off from stand still and hits him with a running clothesline, lifting his feet up from the mat with the impact. Picking Bronx up, Rebel sits him on top of the corner and then connects with a quick jab to the stomach. Climbing the corner and standing on the middle rope, Rebel wraps his arms around Bronx’s waist.

JOHNSON: ”This could be it, Vinny. I think Johnny is going for the Fire in the Sky!”

VASSA: ”A move from the ropes? You can tell me the mans age all you want to but I’m not convinced! Not only has Rebel proven that he’s young at heart, he’s showing us all that his body is still young.”

JOHNSON: ”He isn’t that old. The way you talk about it I would think you expected to see an elderly man in the ring tonight.”

VASSA: ”Maybe it’s the booze talking.”

With Bronx held tightly in his arms, Rebel then goes to lift him up for the belly to belly suplex from the top. Just as he leans back, Bronx chops the sides of his neck with both hands, breaking the hold and then kicks him away from the corner, sending Rebel crashing to the canvas. Bronx then stands straight up and pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his trunks. While putting them over his eyes, Rebel begins to get up from the canvas. After placing the shades on his face, Bronx quickly notices Rebel charging at him and quick on his feet, Bronx jumps off the top and over Rebel’s head.

After landing on his feet, Bronx quickly turns around to wait for Rebel. As soon as the veteran turns to face him, Bronx kicks him in the stomach and then pulls him in close. Bronx then lifts Rebel into the air and drops him with a modified reverse STO!

VASSA: ”DDAAMMNN!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This could be all she wrote for Rebel after getting laid out with Valescence’s Victory!”

VASSA: ”Talk about balls, you’re already claiming Bronx has the victory?”

JOHNSON: ”No, that’s the name of that modified lifting reverse STO!”

Rolling Rebel over to his back, Bronx then makes the cover as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”That’s it ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: ”I have to admit, I’m impressed with Perry’s son.”

JOHNSON: ”This wasn’t an easy debut for either man in the ring. Johnny Rebel has the experience but things just didn’t quite line up for him here tonight.”

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

“What You Know About That” hits the speakers as Bronx slowly climbs to his feet. Standing beside him, the ref then raises his arm into the air as the fans roar in the background.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

Picking his sunglasses up from the mat, Bronx then covers his eyes with them while slowly walking around the ring, taking in the bigger stage.

JOHNSON: ”That’s another one in the books folks. We’re going to go backstage for a few moments while we clear the ring for our next match in the lineup. Don’t go anywhere!”

We cut to the backstage area, where Gabriel Hartman is standing by with Bryan Williams. The newcomer to 4CW looks to be ready for his match, coming up soon. Bryan stands there, aviators on and lollipop in mouth.

HARTMAN: “Hey sports-fans, I’m here with Bryan Williams. Bryan, you’re about to head out there and fight tonight. Got any words to share before you do?”

WILLIAMS: “Why yes, Gabe, yes I do. Tonight marks my debut in singles action, and I wanted to be able to show off what exactly I can do. Some people out there think Aidan and I were a fluke, and that when Fright Night rolls around we will be rolled out.”

HARTMAN: “What do you mean exactly?”

Bryan looks over at Gabriel, tipping his sunglasses down in amusement.

WILLIAMS: “Come on, you’ve seen the talk around here. CJ O’Donnell is so far up his own partner’s ass he really thinks they’ll be walking out the new tag champs. They’ll have a tough enough time not beating the shit out of each other, the Gold Standard is far too advanced for them right now. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about, I want to use tonight to show off my skills. To show that when Aidan and I do show up to Fright Night, we’ll be the favorites to walk out with those belts.”

HARTMAN: “Fair enough.”

WILLIAMS: “Think about it, Aidan has already proven herself worthy around here for many months now. I’m the new guy, and tonight I need to prove myself to the boys in the back and the crowd out there.”

HARTMAN: “Well…what are you waitin’ for?!”

Bryan laughs, he slaps Gabriel Hartman on the back. Bryan takes his cue, heading out of the frame and out to the ring.

MAIN CARD
BRYAN WILLIAMS VS. THADDEUS GREY

The drums for “Riot Rhythm” start up, kicking into the guitar and the beat. The crowd starts to clap along to the beat, rhythmically keeping up with the song as Bryan emerges from the back. He saunters through the curtain, aviators over his eyes and a lollipop in his mouth. He stands there for a moment, looking at the crowd. The beat kicks back in, and Bryan adjusts the collar on his Members Only jacket. He casually begins to make his way to the ring, teasing the fans along the aisle with his lollipop. Many offer to take it, but none actually do.

POWERS: ”Walking down the aisle, from San Antonio, Texas…BRRRYAN WILLIAMS!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, interacting with a few other fans before finally sliding under the bottom rope. He stays in place, a casual pose on the mat for a few moments. With his head resting on his arm, he takes the lollipop out of his mouth and gets back to his feet. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, slowly raising the lollipop up and into his mouth. He motions for the crowd to get hyped up, Bryan turns his attention back to the match and jumps off of the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: “Here we go folks, the singles debut of Bryan Williams. Even thought Perry Wallace forgot, we do not and are very excited to see this man in a 4CW ring.”

VASSA: “He teamed with Aidan on the last show, let’s see what he’s made of on his own.”

As the arena of 4 Corners Wrestling dim simultaneous out one by one “Beast of America” by Nico Vega begins to play throughout the theatre as ice blue lightening covered the theatre in a blue/grey hue. Nodding his head to the music, Thaddeus Grey jumps through the curtain, a cashmere smile on his face as he looks out into the darkness that surrounds around him.

POWERS: ”On his way from Nashville, Tennessee he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and sixty-four pounds, he stands approximately six foot three inches in height he is “THE YOUNG GUN”… He is… THADDDDDDDDDDDDEUS GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGREY”

As Powers announces his name Grey slowly strides on down to the ring as he does the theatre erupts in cheers and approval like swarms of bees swarming around a nearby bees nest. Once at ringside Thaddeus walks on around to the steel steps and walks on up them. Once at the top of the steel steps Grey climbs atop the nearest ring post and throws up one his arms. He drops into the ring, as Bryan and him stand toe to toe waiting for the bell to ring.

JOHNSON: “And here comes another newcomer, Thaddeus Grey. A very quiet week from him, let’s see if he has what it takes to beat Bryan Williams.”

DING!!! DING!!!

The bell rings, and both men immediately lock up. Thaddeus, the bigger of the two men, pushes Bryan Williams aside and down to the mat. He eggs him on, and Bryan abides with a quick succession of forearm shots. They stagger Thaddeus briefly, but he responds back with a swift kick to Bryan’s stomach. With Bryan doubled over, Thaddeus hits the ropes and almost takes Bryan’s head off with a big boot. Williams topples over, allowing Thaddeus to quickly make the cover.

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Thaddeus doesn’t waste much time, he picks Williams up to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He rams his shoulder into the stomach of Williams, over and over, finally letting go to charge at his opponent. Williams is able to duck out of the way, slipping through the ropes and delivering a kick to the face of his opponent. Thaddeus stumbles backwards, he collects himself and charges after Bryan Williams. Bryan slingshots himself up and over the Young Gun, he lands on his feet and connects with a quick leaping enziguri! Thaddeus doesn’t have much of a chance to respond, as Bryan lights him up with a variety of punches and kicks. Leg kicks, followed by a flurry of shots to Thaddeus’ head. He covers up as best as he can, but Bryan runs to the ropes and demolishes him with a single leg dropkick.

JOHNSON: “Raging Demon!”

VASSA: “What kind of nerd names a series of moves after a Street Fighter thing?”

JOHNSON: “The best kind of nerd.”

With the momentum on his side, Bryan wastes no time in attacking his downed opponent. He picks him up to his feet, whipping him to the ropes. Thaddeus comes back with a clothesline attempt, Bryan ducks and is able to take him down with a Lungblower! Bryan doesn’t stop there, he Thaddeus cries out in pain, but he’s not out of the match yet as Bryan Williams hits the ropes once again. He springs up over his downed opponent, Thaddeus gets up and runs to the other side of the ring. They both meet in the middle, Bryan is able to use Thaddeus’ momentum to catch him, swinging him into a sidewalk slam position over his right knee again.

VASSA: “Another backbreaker. Boy, you sure can’t tell what Bryan is trying to do here, eh?”

JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams is showing his ring knowledge here, he’s targeting that back of Thaddeus Grey.”

The moves are starting to take their toll on Grey’s back, he clutches at it as he’s slow to get up. He tries for a leaping high knee, what he calls “Into The Grey” but Bryan is able to capture him in mid-air and bring him down across his knee once again! Thaddeus isn’t down on the mat for very long though, Bryan Williams picks him back up and drills him with a uranage backbreaker! Thaddeus falls to the mat, Bryan grabs his legs and turns him over into the elevated Boston Crab hold! The “BW Special” lands true, Bryan Williams has Thaddeus Grey in his clutches! He leverages back, putting huge amounts of pressure on Grey’s lower back. The backbreakers seem to have done their damage, as Thaddeus desperately looks around for something to break the hold. He reaches out to the bottom rope that’s closest to him, but it is just too far away. Thaddeus Grey finally accepts his fate, and taps.

JOHNSON: “Grey tapped out!”

VASSA: “Bryan Williams just did that, wow!”

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, by way of submission, BRRRYYYAAANNN WIIIIIILLLLLIIIIAAAAMMMSSSSSSSSSS!!”

JOHNSON: “Well, if you thought the last Adrenaline was all a fluke, Bryan Williams just came out here and made a statement out of Thaddeus Grey.”

VASSA: “I did not expect this tonight, Thaddeus Grey looked great as this match started. He had Bryan beat down, but Bryan capitalized early and did not let up.”

JOHNSON: “Indeed, he was all over Thaddeus Grey and used those backbreakers in quick succession to make the Young Gun tap out. Impressive victory for Bryan tonight.”

We go backstage from ringside where Hartman can be seen standing next to Nick Watson’s locker room. He looks at his watch and then back at the camera. He has been standing there for close to five minutes waiting on an interview he was promised and he is clearly getting irritated by the wait.

HARTMAN: ”I’ve been waiting here for five minutes and I got other places to be, so can you hurry up!”

Hartman yells, knocking on the locker room door for increased emphasis. It isn’t more than a few seconds later that the locker room door opens and the Sensational One steps out on to the scene. Dressed in his in-ring attire and covered in a light sweat which gleams a bit in the backstage lights.

WATSON:So sorry man, didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I was just doing some last minute preparations for the match tonight. You can never be too prepared, you know?

Hartman shakes his head in disapproval while adjusting his suit. He clears his throat a bit, as a professional would do before giving a big speech, and goes to speak. However, he is stopped before he can even speak a word.

WATSON:Before we begin, I would like to take a moment to address the 4CW faithful. If it isn’t too much to ask?

Hartman glares at Watson, grumbling something under his breath before handing the microphone to Nick, and giving him free reign of the interview. Watson nods in appreciation and begins to speak for the masses to hear him.

WATSON:Two weeks ago, I returned to this glorious company to begin my journey. A journey to repair the image of this company and a journey to restore the faith that has been shaken to its very core. I know it is going to be a long and arduous journey, but I am willing to take it because of my adoration for each and every single one of you. You make this show a reality by paying the price of admission and by making your voices heard. For that you all deserve a round of applause.

Watson waits as the fans cheer and applaud themselves. Off-screen Hartman lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches for the microphone, however Watson pulls it away, and looks dead center into the camera. Watson continues on, ignoring Hartman as he glares holes into him.

WATSON:But you deserve more than just applause, you deserve to have your show back! A show that isn’t plagued by the dread of the unknowing darkness behind every door. A show without false heroes or fake champions. Yes, you deserve a real show, and I….your Sensational One…will bring it to you. I will bring a shred of dignity back to this show by smashing my way through people who would use and abuse you to get ahead in their career. I will dominate those who lurk in the shadows waiting to hurt those who have worked hard and have gone through the flames to make something of themselves. But most importantly…I will entertain you like no other. I will bring entertainment back from the dead and I will not rest until I have accomplished that goal. If that means that I have to spit in the face of death or beat a queen down to her knees, then so be it. Nick Watson isn’t afraid. Nick Watson is here and he is ready to fight, so bring it on vile degenerates. The Sensational One is waiting for you.

Watson hands the microphone back to Hartman, who nods his head, and lets out another sigh. Finally he will get the interview and be done with it. As he goes to put the mic to his lips however, a man comes off screen, and begins to speak to Nick.

STAGE HAND:Your match is about to begin, Mr. Watson.

Watson nods his head and then walks off, heading toward the area where the entrance ramp is located. The camera pans as it follows him, and then turns back to Hartman. Hartman tosses his microphone over his shoulder and walks off the screen, as the scene switches back to ringside.

MAIN CARD
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
SHANE DECKER VS. NICK WATSON VS. NOVA WONDER

The lights begin to flicker, as the big screen begins to turn to static before everything goes to pitch black. The big screen begins to light up as a countdown from Five begins.

“FIVE…

FOUR…

THREE…

TWO….

ONE”

As the countdown reaches one it flashes on one a few times before everything again turns to pitch black. Suddenly a Gold and White strobe lights begin to circle before illuminating the entrance ramp as “Evil Ways” by Blues Saraceno begins to play across the p.a system. Shane Decker emerges from behind the curtain with his hands high in the air, as he the fans in the audience begin to franticly boo him.

POWERS: ”Introducing to the ring from Santa Monica, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Gambler”, Shane Decker!”

Shane smirks antagonizing the fans, as he makes his way down the ramp and to ringside. He quickly slides underneath the bottom rope, as he hops to his feet in the ring again throwing his arms in the air as the fans continue to boo him. Shane walks over taking a kneel in the corner as he awaits the start of the match.

The arena goes dark as “Lift Me Up” hits the speakers as pyro explodes from all over the stage and the lights come back on. Watson is standing on the entrance ramp, dressed in his ring tights, and a pair of matching boots. He begins to limber up as the fans begin to cheer loudly for him.

POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall. He is “The Sensational One”, Nick Watson!”

Watson begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and pausing to sign autographs with the fans as he slowly makes his way down. He pauses for a long time as he reaches the ring, looking around at all of the people in attendance that evening before grinning, and jumping up to the apron. He enters the ring from the middle rope as he runs to the nearest turnbuckle and poses for the fans, who let him hear their cheers. After posing for a bit, he jumps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to limber up in the middle of the ring again, awaiting the next opponent.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred twelve pounds and standing five feet, two inches tall. She is “The Deathbringer”, Nova Wonder!”

The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to “Sex Metal Barbie” began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the big screen video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.

“Excuse me can you tell me what you’ve heard about my life?

Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night

I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen

Drop out pregnant statistical teen

I know you’ve heard about the bloody knife

About my daddy’s perfect virgin and my mother’s wife

You know I heard I don’t belong in this game

Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name

Let’s go!”

At the sound of Maria Brink’s scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There’s just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova.

“Baby go ahead

I’ll be your hatred and your pain

This is killing us all

I don’t care if I fall

We’re the dying, we are the damned!”

Slowly – mechanically – she rose from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, blonde hair hides her already half-hidden face.

“Baby go ahead

I’ll be the villain you can blame

I’ll be the belle of the brawl

Be the lust in us all

I’m the diva of the damned

I heard I don’t belong in this scene

Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen”

The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail’s pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.

“Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you’ve heard about me?

Maybe that I’m a little harlot homicidal queen

You know I heard that I don’t belong in this scene

Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend

You know I heard that I’m a hater’s dream

No class, White Trash – I’m so obscene

You know I heard that I should be ashamed

Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name

Come on!”

Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there’s finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.

“Baby go ahead

I’ll be the villain you can blame

I’ll be the belle of the brawl

Be the lust in us all

I’m the diva of the damned”

“The Deathbringer,” as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera – allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. “Sex Metal Barbie” faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.

JOHNSON: ”This match is sure to be exciting! We have new signee, Shane Decker, making his 4CW debut. Nova Wonder in action for her second match in 4CW after coming off a huge win over The Red Pioneer two weeks ago. Then we have Nick Watson making his return to 4CW after being away with an injury.”

VASSA: ”Nick Watson… it’s been a good while since we’ve seen him in action. I hope he’s one hundred percent tonight because he’s electric in that ring when he’s healthy.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s been away for about half a year so all wounds should be healed. When this man is on point, he is a contender without a doubt.”

VASSA: ”Tell us what you know about Shane Decker.”

JOHNSON: ”I’ll be honest with you, I don’t really know too much about the man. This will be my first glimpse of him in the ring.”

VASSA: ”Come on, Steve! I thought you knew everything there is to know about everyone inside of the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”You know what.. you tell me something about Shane Decker!”

VASSA: ”I got nothing.”

JOHNSON: ”Just as I thought! Now onto the last person in this match. Nova Wonder made her in-ring 4CW debut two weeks ago and the wrestling world hasn’t stopped talking about it yet. We are all familiar with The Red Pioneer and know what he can do in the ring. Throw it out the window because Nova did the unthinkable and pulled out the win against him two weeks ago.”

VASSA: ”I’m very impressed with her debut here in the four corners.”

JOHNSON: ”Things won’t get any easier tonight as she’ll have to battle it out against two men who definitely have the size advantage over her.”

VASSA: ”After seeing her two weeks ago I wouldn’t be surprised if she walked out of here with a win streak.”

JOHNSON: ”Well it’s that time ladies and gentlemen. The official is ready to get things started here.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with all three corners for the nod. After getting the signal that each wrestler is ready, he then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Watson and Decker make the first moves and head towards the center of the ring while Nova stands by for a moment with her eyes locked on them both. The two then lock up and after battling for leverage for a few moments, Decker spins around to Watson’s backside with his arm pinned behind his back. Watson quickly throws an elbow back but misses as Decker leans out of the way to avoid contact. Reaching over his shoulder with his free arm, Watson grabs ahold of Decker’s head and then flips him over his back to the canvas with a snapmare.

Before Watson can stand straight up, Nova bursts out of her corner and charges towards him, leaping into the air and connecting with a brutal knee to the back of his head. Watson stumbles forward and then trips over Decker, falling hard to the mat. Nova then leaps into the air and comes down with a double foot stomp onto Decker’s chest. In a fluid motion, she then leaps into the air once more and comes down with another double foot stomp, this time to the center of Watson’s back.

After stepping off of Watson, Nova then grabs ahold of his head and drags him up to his feet. She then whips him to the corner across the ring. After watching him collide into the corner, Nova then turns her attention to Decker and grabs ahold of his head. Pulling him up to his feet, she then bends him over, traps his arms and then plants his head into the canvas with a DDT.

VASSA: ”Nova is off to a quick start here tonight against these two.”

JOHNSON: ”She played it smart. She sat back and let the two guys go at it and when she saw an opportunity, she took full advantage if it.”

VASSA: ”We’ll see how long she can stay in control because in a match like this you always have to look over your shoulder.”

JOHNSON: ”Speaking of which…”

Pushing himself away from the corner, Watson charges Nova from behind as she stands to her feet. Jumping into the air, Watson locks his arm around her head and drives her face into the canvas with a bulldog. He then pops back up to his feet and delivers multiple knee drops to the back of her knee before looking to Decker who is just starting to push himself up.

Grabbing Decker by the head, Watson assists him in standing up only to hit him across the side of the head with a stiff forearm shot. He then drops his arm slightly before swinging upward and connecting with an uppercut elbow to the bottom of the chin, knocking Decker back a few steps. Stepping forward, Watson then lifts Decker up from his feet and then drops him back to the mat with a Samoan drop.

Quick to his feet, Watson then stomps on Decker a few times before getting spun around by Nova who then greets him with a swift kick to the mid-section. She then locks onto his wrist and throws him to the ropes behind her. Waiting for Watson to come back on the rebound, Nova turns her attention to Decker momentarily as he begins to get back up. With her mind distracted, she opens herself up as Nick runs back into the picture and drops her with a running spinning neckbreaker.

VASSA: ”You get distracted for one split second and BAM! You have to stay on your guard at all times in these types of matches.”

JOHNSON: ”You’re absolutely right, Vinny. She had her sights set on Nick and the moment she took them off, she gets blindsided. You never really know what to expect in these matchups.”

With Nova in a daze, Watson and Decker both climb to their feet. Turning to each other, the two stare at one another for a moment before lunging towards each other. Locking up again, Decker quickly takes lead and delivers a knee to Watson’s stomach, knocking the breath from him. He then lifts Decker up from his feet and then drops him back down to the canvas with a sit-out spinebuster that shakes the entire ring.

Decker then rolls backwards and up to his feet, looking over both Watson and Nova who are down on the canvas. He then turns his attention to Nova and slowly makes his way towards her. Grabbing her by the arm and shoulder, he then pulls her up to her feet before stepping in beside her and dropping her once more with a Russian leg sweep. He then crawls over to Watson and mounts himself on top of him before unloading with a series of punches that ring his bell.

Popping up to his feet, Decker then takes off towards the ropes and after coming back on the rebound, he does a cartwheel, vaulting himself up into the air and comes down with a leg drop across Watson’s head. He then makes the covers as the ref drops in for the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: ”Nova breaks up the pin!”

VASSA: ”Come on Decker, you have to make sure she’s out of the picture before going for a pin like that in the center of the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”You live and learn, Vinny. I’m sure he’ll learn a valuable lesson from this whenever he watches the tape following tonight’s event.”

Pulling Decker by the leg, Nova pulls him off of Watson, breaking up the pin. Rolling over to his back, Decker then draws his other leg back and kicks it forward, planting his foot into her forehead. He then pushes himself up and focuses on her while the after effects sink in from that boot to the head. Pulling her up from the mat, Decker hooks his arm around her head and then lifts her vertically into the air for a suplex. Before he can even fall backwards, Nova wiggles free and comes down to her feet behind him.

She then drops down to a squatted position, spins around and takes his legs out from under him with a legsweep. Pulling Decker back to his feet, she then wraps her arms around his head and flips him over to his back with a snapmare. With the momentum behind him, Decker rolls upward into a seated position and as he does, Nova then hits him in the back with a shoot kick, sending a sharp pain down his spine.

From behind, Watson hits her in the back of the head with a running elbow strike, sending her stumbling across the ring but still on her feet. Moving in with swiftness, Watson then spins her around and pulls her in closely, wrapping her up tight. He then lifts her up from her feet and throws her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

JOHNSON: ”Nick Watson has taken control of this match once again.”

VASSA: ”How did he do that? With an attack from behind!”

JOHNSON: ”We know Vinny, you can’t turn your back to anyone in these types of matches. That’s easier said than done!”

VASSA: ”That’s what you think.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh really?”

Up on his feet, Watson turns to the corner and quickly rushes over to it. After climbing to the top, he patiently waits as both Nova and Decker slowly begin to get to their feet. Once both are standing side by side, Watson then leaps from the top rope and as he draws near, the two step away from each other, leaving nothing to break his fall except for the canvas.

Nova and Decker then turn to each other and first to strike, Nova hits Decker in the throat with a closed fist. She then follows up by lifting him off his feet and throwing him to the mat with a scoop slam. Refusing to stay down, Decker quickly rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up. Once to all fours, Nova then kicks him in the stomach, lifting him up from the mat. As he drops back down to the mat on all fours, she then kicks him again and again, until rolling him over to his back.

With Decker out of breath and Watson still down, Nova grabs Decker’s wrist and arm, pulling him up to his feet. With her grip firmly around his wrist, she then goes to whip Decker to the ropes but before she can release, Decker reverses the throw and sends her running full speed to them instead. Hitting the ropes hard, Nova flips over the top and crashes hard to the floor on the outside of the ring.

VASSA: ”Talk about a throw! With that reversal from Decker, he was able to slingshot her to the ropes with breakneck speed.”

JOHNSON: ”If Decker is going to win this match now is the time to do it! He has Nova out of the ring and Watson one on one.”

VASSA: ”Speaking of Watson, he’s getting up.”

JOHNSON: ”TURN AROUND SHANE!!!”

VASSA: ”UH-OH!!!”

Before Shane even begins to turn around on his own, Watson grabs ahold of his shoulder and quickly spins him around. Following up with a hard kick to the stomach, Watson forces Decker to lunge over as the air escapes his lungs. Watson then grabs Decker’s head with both hands and holds it steady for a moment.

JOHNSON: ”I think Nick has him right where he wants him!”

Watson then jumps up with Decker’s head in his clutches and as he falls to the mat, he pulls it down with him. Once Watson’s beck hits the canvas, his movement stops while Decker’s head continues downward until his face crashes into both of Watson’s knees

VASSA: ”I think that’s lights out!”

JOHNSON: ”You might be right, Vinny. It’s going to be hard for Decker to come back that No Sensation from Nick.”

Standing straight up in a daze and out of it, Decker wobbles back and forth for a moment before crashing to the canvas. Watson then crawls over to him and covers for the pin as the ref slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”Nick Watson has won it ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: ”Holy shit, that was out of nowhere!”

“Lift Me Up” hits the speakers as Watson stands to his feet. The ref then raises his arm into the air as the crowd chants in the background.

“Nick Wat-son … Nick Wat-son … Nick Wat-son … Nick Wat-son … Nick Watson”

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, NICK WWAATTSSOONN!!!”

VASSA: ”There you have it, folks! I’m a little disappointed Nova didn’t get the win here tonight but lucky for her, she can walk away from this with her head held high as she wasn’t the one to fall via pinfall.”

JOHNSON: ”Nick Watson is back ladies and gentlemen! This was an impressive return for the man here tonight on Adrenaline.”

Backstage in the locker room she shared with Liam O’Shea, Aidan was left behind when there was no room in the ambulance after the assault from Dakota Smith required Liam to be taken to the emergency room. Having called a cab to take her to the hospital, the only thing she can do is pace the room angrily as she waits until it arrives. The blood-covered spiked top of her ring gear and a few red-stained towels are laying on the bench and she has put on a t-shirt, but she hasn’t taken the time to change completely. Even the worst of her injuries are only tended with bandages or butterfly tape.

???: “Mmm, c’mon, please take the shirt back off. I need a few more minutes of that view.”

Aidan turns on her heel, startled at the sound of the voice but finds no one in sight. All of a sudden, one of the large lockers in the room opens up and “Incredible” Ian Bishop steps out with a dark grin on his face, staring blatantly at her chest. He then traces her entire body; up, down, and then back up again.

BISHOP: “I have to admit, even though I hate agreeing with my opponents, Riddle was not wrong scooping you up. Jesus Christ Carlisle, you’re a sweet little piece…”

A look of disdain crosses her face, though for a moment she just glares at him. Then, without a word Aidan lunges toward the bench, snatching up that bloody spiked top and swinging it up hard toward his face.

CARLISLE: “Get the fuck out!”

Bishop watches, chuckling a bit as he snatches the improvised weapon right out of her hand, throwing it on the ground and then pinning her up against the cold brick wall of her locker room. He slowly draws the shard of glass from his pocket and examines it. He presses the flat edge of it against her cheek, dragging it slowly down the side of her throat before slicing certain parts of her shirt, revealing skin and some of her bra.

BISHOP: “You know what turns me on, Aidan? A woman who thinks she can fight. A woman who thinks she has a chance to get away. That little flicker of hope at escape in the eyes, it really gets me all hot under the collar. Like I said on the ramp earlier, this isn’t personal, baby. It’s just business between Riddle and I.”

CARLISLE: “Just business? Aww, I hate that. Can’t we make it more personal?”

Though his much larger body has hers trapped against the wall, Aidan still tries to throw a hard knee right into his groin. Bishop keels over slightly, laughing in pain with the connected knee before wrapping his hand around her neck, choking her. Her fingers curl around his wrist, digging her nails into his flesh until she draws blood.

BISHOP: “Mmm, that sound. If only you were choking on something else, eh? But I see you got a little fight in you, I like that. You can dig those nails in a little deeper too, if you want. I love when a woman loses all control and becomes an animal.

“Now, I was just going to cut you, make you bleed a little, add to your scar collection you’re so proud of. If we’re going to make this personal, though, I can think of some other things while we’re at it. I have a very vivid imagination.”

Even though she could barely breathe and was starting to turn a little red, the defiant brunette continues to taunt him.

CARLISLE: “I dare you to try, mother fucker.”

Aidan throws an elbow up at his face, hissing as he catches her arm instead. He twists it around behind her in a hammerlock and slams her back into the brick hard enough to earn a groan at the pain in her already bruised ribs. With his hand finally off of her throat, she gasps for air, leaning her forehead against the wall.

As his hand releases her arm, he keeps it trapped nearly between her shoulder blades with the press of his chest. He yanks her hair back, pulling until her neck arches. A deep chuckle escapes his lips as he taps the point of the glass shard against her jaw, right next to the little scar that is already there.

BISHOP: “I don’t think you know what I’m capable of, sweetheart. Let me give you a history lesson in Incredible. I once used my sources to kidnap a loved one from someone, handcuffed them in the ring and beat the ever living fuck out of them while they watched helplessly. I once had a match booked against a black woman, you know what I did? I chained her up in a boiler room and whipped her. I’m not fucking lying! So, what could I do to top all that off?”

Done with it now, Bishop tosses the shard of glass aside. He digs through his other pocket and brings out an unlabeled syringe. He uses his teeth to pull the cap off, revealing the thin metal needle as the liquid inside sloshed around. He pressed it slowly against her pulse, watching until a little droplet of blood welled up.

BISHOP: “You look tired. That was an exhausting match, wasn’t it? And with your poor Liam in the hospital, you must be emotionally drained. Maybe this is just the best thing for you. Time for you to have a nap and for me to have… you. I’m dying to see if your ass is as amazing as those pants make it look.”

CARLISLE: “Well, I’m going to feel fucking terrible if I fall asleep on you without at least getting you warmed up first…”

Far from done struggling, Aidan drives her heel down on to the bridge of his foot as she throws an elbow back down into his ribs. Her other hand comes up, trying to get a grip on the wrist of the hand that held the syringe. Having had enough, Bishop throws the syringe on the ground letting it shatter as he spins her back around and presses the palms of his hands against her chest, pinning her once again. He leans in close, dropping his voice to a whisper as he slowly gropes her.

BISHOP: “You know what? Fuck it, I want you awake the whole time. I want you struggling, red in the face, breathless! I’m going to lock this door and I want to hear your screams while they try to break it down to save you. When I’m through with you Aidan, you’re going to need a coat hanger.”

CARLISLE: “Oh go fuck yourself already would you? All you fucking do is talk.”

With both of his hands otherwise occupied and not defending himself, she throws her fists into his face, one after the other. The punches cause Bishop to let go of her as he bends down and holds his face. Aidan takes the opportunity to give Bishop a swift high knee in the gut.

As Bishop groans and steps away from her, Aidan charges to continue her assault. Bishop catches her first and returns the knee to the abdomen, and then floors her with an elbow to the spine. He reaches down, grabbing her by her shirt and pants, throwing her into the metal locker head first.

BISHOP: “Now you just lay there like a good little girl and this won’t take too long… You’ll forgive me for the speedy finish, right? You’ve got me all worked up, I can hardly contain myself.”

Bishop drops to his knees behind her as Aidan struggles to get her arms and legs under her. Her grabs her hips and drags her body beneath his until his crotch is pressing into her ass, which he runs his hand over slowly. Bishop begins to unbuckle his belt when all of a sudden the door to the locker-room swings open and Cyrus Riddle walks into all the chaos.

RIDDLE: “You’ve crossed the line now you stupid fucking wanker.”

Riddle immediately drives a boot into Bishop’s temple, causing him to fall over as Riddle pulls Aidan out of the way. Riddle then throws himself at Ian and begins to pummel him with lefts and rights. Aidan drags herself to her phone where it rests on the bench, vibrating to indicate that her cab has finally arrived.

After a few moments Riddle, with bleeding knuckles, gets up and checks up on Aidan where she is using one of the lockers to drag herself to her feet. He turns back to continue working Ian over, only to see that Bishop has left the scene. Riddle hurries to the doorway, looking up and down the hall to see which way he went, but steps back into the locker room clearly pissed off when the man is nowhere to be seen.

Aidan, though unsteady on her feet, pushes past him. She leaves the room torn apart, leaning heavily on the wall as she tries to hurry toward the loading bay. The only thing on her mind is getting to the waiting taxi.

Left alone, a noticeable change came over Cyrus. He stood there, his hands on his head and his eyes closed. For a moment it seemed as if he was upset, but when his eyes opened a sadistic look spread across his face as he stared at his bleeding knuckles.

RIDDLE: “It’s okay, Ian, you can disappear now, but next week… I’m going to enjoy tasting your blood. Bishop dies…”

With the scene changing back to ringside, Perry Wallace stands in the center of the ring with a mic in hand. Getting his usual reaction from the fans, Wallace paces back and forth with the boos crashing down on him from every direction. With a smile on his face, he soaks in the fans hatred before slowly raising the mic to his lips. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the boos grow even louder, deafening the entire arena.

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Bursting into laughter, Wallace lowers the mic from his mouth before looking over the entire arena. After shaking his head back and forth in amusement, he then slowly raises the mic to his lips once more. Looking back and forth over the crowd, he then opens his mouth only to get bombarded with another wave of boos.

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Waiting for the boos to die down, Wallace then quickly opens his mouth again.

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

With a smile from ear to ear, he then lowers the mic and as soon as the boos settle down, he quickly raises the mic back to his lips and yells before being interrupted.

WALLACE: “Hello Cleveland!”

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

WALLACE: “You can boo all you want tonight like you’re watching the Browns get beat down but I’m going to say what I have to say!”

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

WALLACE: “It’s alright, I can talk louder! After all, I am the one with the microphone! I’ll get straight to the point so maybe a few of you out there will shut up and listen.”

“BBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

WALLACE: “Three words… Fright Night Warzone!”

In an instant, the arena goes dead silent with anticipation of what Wallace is about to say next.

WALLACE: “I knew that would get your attention. Before I get into details and oh boy do I have plenty, I would like to ask someone to come down here to the ring. If our 4CW Champion is listening in the back, could you please join me here in the ring.”

The crowd begins to stir a bit, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Felicity Banks. The ruckus Cleveland fans start chanting her name over and over again until “Scream” by Thousand Foot Krutch fills the arena speakers, causing the audience to explode in a mixture of cheers and jeers, but mostly cheers. After a few seconds of the song playing, Felicity comes out dressed in her ring gear, the crowd getting even louder as she steps out onto the entrance ramp with the 4CW Championship in her right hand.

JOHNSON: “The champ is here!”

VASSA: “Goddamn! This crowd is loud as hell right now! Got Felicity fans and Felicity haters in the building here tonight!”

JOHNSON: “She’s certainly a polarizing figure to say the least.”

VASSA: “And hot!”

Felicity throws the 4CW Championship over her shoulder and begins stepping down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of the fans that were seated near the ramp. Once she reaches ringside, Felicity circles around the ring, holding the 4CW Championship high in the air with both hands as she feeds off of the energy from the crowd and shows off the prestigious 4CW Championship. Once she did a full circle around the ring, Felicity throws the title over her shoulder and walks up the ring steps, moving down to the middle of the apron before looking back at the Cleveland crowd with a smile on her face. She turns around and enters the ring, waving at Wallace as she passes him by and makes her way over towards the corner. With her music beginning to die down, she then leans back in the corner and stares ahead at Wallace. Before she begins to speak, she looks at one young female fan sitting in the front row, bowing down in her direction before she turns her attention back to Wallace.

BANKS: “Damn. For a little bit there I was starting to wonder if I was ever going to hear who my opponents at Fright Night would be.”

She pauses, shrugging her shoulders before she speaks back up.

BANKS: “Not that it matters since I’m going to walk in to Fright Night the 4CW Champion, and walk out 4CW Champion, but it’s nice to know who or what’s standing in front of you. I mean, I’ve heard some rumors already. Rumors about who may be in it. Rumors about changes to the match, but me? I don’t really care about rumors, boss dude. Never have, never will. All I really care about right now is finding out what that…”

She stops her speech again, making sure to think up the right word before she blurted anything out.

BANKS: “… malevolent mind of yours conjured up for this years Fright Night in Brooklyn, New York.”

The fans boooooooo directly after hearing New York, causing the 4CW Champion to smile.

BANKS: “See? Should’ve held the event in New Jersey instead!”

The boo’s get even louder after Felicity’s words, causing her to let out a sigh.

BANKS: “I’m guessing Cleveland would’ve been better?”

The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the arena, Felicity shrugging her shoulders and saying ‘at least we know a pay per view in Cleveland would sell out now’ in the 4CW CEO’s direction away from the microphone.

WALLACE: “Thank you for joining me in the ring this evening, Felicity. I know there’s been sort of a mystery in regards to who will be stepping into the Warzone match at Fright Night. I’ll be completely honest with you. I wasn’t too sure myself until earlier tonight. With the tag team tournament taking place two weeks ago and three teams advancing to Fright Night, it’s safe to say that the list of names was smaller than anticipated.”

“I’m going to change things up at the last minute. I’m short on names that aren’t new signees. Last year we had eight people participate in this match. This year we’re going to have six instead but with another HUGE change to the concept.”

JOHNSON: “Six people?”

VASSA: ”What the hell is he doing? Go back to sleep Wallace!”

WALLACE: “I have figured out who will be four of the five challengers at Fright Night.”

Waiting on Wallace to drop the news, the crowd sits quietly in suspense. After noticing that the crowd is for once waiting to hear him speak, Wallace takes a moment to let the feeling sink in as it doesn’t happen very often. Wallace then holds up on finger towards Felicity, signaling for her to give him a moment. He then quickly turns his head towards the fans on one side of the ring and raises the mic back to his lips.

WALLACE: “So as you all may know, we already have quite a few matches penciled in for Fright Night. We’ll get to see Chris Madison and Lord Raab go at it in a Lion’s Den Match. We’ll also get to see Gold Standard defending the 4CW Tag Team Championships against the teams of Aidan Carlisle with the newly signed Bryan Williams and the Distinguished Archetypes consisting of CJ O’Donnell from Boardwalk Wrestling and his partner who is also newly signed with 4CW, Cyrus Riddle. I have another match in mind that will come to light no later than the next Adrenaline. We will also see Seamus O’Connor defend the 4CW Pride Championship against a contender to be named! We could very well see that contender named later in the night right here in Cleveland!”

The crowd erupts with cheers as the three matches are announced. With a smile on his face, Wallace then turns around and walks to the other side of the ring with the mic still raised to his mouth.

WALLACE: “So let’s get down to what’s in store for the Warzone!”

“CCCHHHEEEEEERRR!!!”

WALLACE: “Simmer down now!”

Giving the fans a few moments to quiet down, Wallace patiently waits. He then looks over his shoulder to Felicity with a smile before cutting his sights back to the crowd in front of him.

WALLACE: “As you can tell, we already have quite a few people booked up for Fright Night. With these matches already etched in stone, I was sort of limited on who would fall into this Warzone match. 4CW always has new talent coming in and from time to time, we see old talent on the way out. With everything already in place with matches stated moments ago, I saw an opportunity for some of these newer talents to step up to the plate and make a name for themselves. So with that said, I would like make this first announcement.”

“One position in the Warzone match will be for newer talents! Two weeks from now at Adrenaline, we’re going to hold a small rumble with the new kids on the block and the last person left in the ring will advance to the Warzone! So if you can hear me in the back and have a contract where the ink hasn’t even dried yet, here’s your chance to make a HUGE impact in 4CW!”

JOHNSON: “You hear that, Vinny? Mr. Wallace is going to give some of these newer signees an opportunity at one spot in the Fright Night Warzone!”

VASSA: “I’m sitting right here beside you, Steve. I’m not deaf!”

Listening to the positive reactions from the fans, Wallace nods his head before turning to look at Felicity.

WALLACE: “That’s one!”

“CCCHHHEEEEEERRR!!!”

He then turns to a different side of the ring and slowly walks towards the ropes, raising the microphone back to his lips.

WALLACE: “I told you all that I would be naming four of the five right here tonight. We have one and three to go! I’m just going to name one at a time and we’ll let you fans decide if you approve.”

Backing up to the center of the ring, Wallace looks over the entire crowd astonished at their silence. Breaking the silence, he then yells into the mic.

WALLACE: “Lo’Renzo Porter!”

“CCCHHHEEEEEERRR!!!”

WALLACE: “Jair Hopkins!”

“CCCHHHEEEEEERRR!!!”

JOHNSON: “Flipp-Hop?”

VASSA: “That’s what I’m thinking! Those two are tag team partners!”

JOHNSON: “I know Mr. Wallace said the options were sort of limited but this doesn’t even make sense.”

Laughing to himself, Wallace begins to slowly walk around the ring, nodding his head as the cheers settle down.

WALLACE: “I know a lot of you are asking yourself, why would I book these two in a match together for the 4CW Championship? The answer to that question is simple. We’re going to do things different than last year. I want to test the bond between these two. Will they help one another? Will one sacrifice themselves for the other? Will they turn their backs to one another and go at it themselves? Call me crazy but I want to add that element of surprise to this match. Call me an asshole but it is what it is. Maybe these two will go toe to toe with mutual respect for one another and the integrity of the sport. This is only the beginning…”

JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace is really trying to rock the boat here.”

VASSA: ”It’s Fright Night! Trick or Treat!”

WALLACE: ”For weeks I have been stressing myself out trying to put this thing together. My general manager, Brody Lee, has vanished from the face of the Earth. My former partner, Frankie Morrison, wanted out from the corporate machine. Right now, this is all me baby!”

“This tag tournament really put a hold on the numbers to choose from. Unlike last year, we didn’t hold qualifying matches to determine who would challenge the 4CW Champion. Earlier tonight, I didn’t know what I was going to do out here. Like always, I was going to just wing it and take a chance on putting something together that was really good or botch it up from the start. And then it hit me!”

“The Warzone… OF HORRORS!!!”

The crowd barely gives off a reaction, confused at the words Wallace just spoke. Chuckling to himself, he then turns around and looks across the ring at Felicity.

WALLACE: “I wanted something different this year. Hell, this event is only just a few days before Halloween. Why not live up to the potential and make things a little crazy? I will say this. For this match, the Warzone of Horrors, everyone involved is going to discover something about themselves that they never knew existed. Everyone is going to unveil a dark side to them that was never thought to be buried deep within. Everyone is going to lose a part of themselves in this match”

VASSA: “What the hell is he talking about?”

JOHNSON: “I have no idea, Vinny.”

WALLACE: “This is literally going to be Hell.”

“If you want to gain the top prize of 4CW, you must be willing to sacrifice your body to do it.”

“I want to unleash the demons within everyone involved in this match and by doing that, I couldn’t think of a better person to bring that dark side out other than…”

“DAKOTA SMITH!!!”

”CCCHHHEEEEEERRR!!!”

VASSA: “WHAT?!?!”

JOHNSON: “Dakota?”

VASSA: “Why is the 4CW Extreme Champion in this match?!”

Staring across the ring at Felicity, Wallace goes silent for a moment as the crowd roars in the background.

WALLACE: “If you want to hold the 4CW Championship then you must be willing to put it all on the line, even your body!”

“For weeks we’ve seen Dakota do whatever he wanted to without a care in the world. The man wants more… and I’m going to give it to him!”

“The WARZONE OF HORRORS!!! Inside of the steel cage we’re going to have one ring, not two, filled with weapons galore and barbed wire ropes! TWO CHAMPIONSHIPS ON THE LINE!!! The 4CW and Extreme Championships will be up for grabs! I know we have a few wrestlers who aren’t interested in the extreme side of things but if you want to become the 4CW Champion then you’re going to have to be willing to dig deep down and find a side of yourself you didn’t know was there!”

“Inside of the cage, six people will rip each other apart! The Extreme Championship will be won by either a pinfall, submission or knockout. The Extreme Championship can also change hands multiple times.”

VASSA: “Multiple times?”

WALLACE: “You heard me! How is this possible? It’s rather simple. Above the cage, the 4CW Championship will hang. A ladder will be bolted to the top of the cage. In order to become the 4CW Champion, you must go through Hell and then ascend into Heaven. Whoever pulls the 4CW Championship from it’s harness will become the new champion! In the meantime, until that happens, the Extreme Championship will be fair game for anyone no matter how many people make a claim for it.”

Wallace then lowers the microphone from his mouth and stares across at Felicity. The roars of the crowd drown the entire arena. Wallace then paces back and forth slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Felicity before raising the mic to his lips once more.

WALLACE: “What do you think, champ?”

Stunned by the announcement, Felicity thinks to herself for a moment before looking down at the 4CW Championship. She then steps to the center of the ring, eye to eye with Wallace. Thinking over her words wisely, she then raises the mic to her mouth.

BANKS: “I–”

“Dance with the Devil” cuts the champ off as the fans start to wildly react with boos and cheers. Dakota Smith makes his way onto the stage, a cocky yet deranged look upon his face. The extreme championship was hanging from his belt a little bit off to the left of his pants. He glares around the audience before starting to make his way down to the ring. He stops for a moment half way down the ramp and looks out over the audience a second time – laughing to himself at their dismay. Dakota then returns to his march down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and immediately gets up to his feet. He walks over to Felicity who takes the defensive, this amuses the butcher as he slightly giggles to himself. Dakota then walks over to Perry and snatches the microphone out of his hand, giving the man a growl as he does so.

DAKOTA: “ AND YOUR NEXT FOUR-C-W CHAMPION! DAKOTTTTTTTAAAAA SMIIIIITH! “

Dakota unhooks his extreme championship from his belt and raises it up in the air, then pointing it towards Felicity Banks.

DAKOTA: “ You should just get down on your knees right now baby doll, because there isn’t a fucking thing you can do to stop me from taking that championship from you – and becoming 4CW’s first Triple Crown Champion. This is my fucking company bitch, and you may call yourself it’s face…But then what does that make me when I skin you alive and wear you like a fucking suit! “

Felicity begins to chuckle, looking over at the audience while pointing at Dakota with her finger and mouthing the words ‘is this guy serious?’ in their direction. She turns her focus back to Dakota and Wallace, spinning the microphone around in her hand before she begins to speak.

BANKS: “First and foremost, if you EVER interrupt me again when I’m about to say something I’m going to rip that goatee off of your face hair by hair. You don’t scare me. You don’t intimidate me. And you sure as hell do NOT interrupt me. Secondly…”

Now turning her attention to Wallace, Felicity tilts her head to the side and squints her eyes.

BANKS: “Can’t help but be stuck on something you said, boss dude. Whoever pulls the 4CW Championship from it’s harness will become the NEW champion. NEW… champion?”

She laughs, rolling her eyes afterward.

BANKS: “There isn’t going to be a new champion, boss dude. By the time Fright Night is over, I will STILL be thee 4CW Champion. Doesn’t matter how much blood I have to lose. Doesn’t matter how many tattoos I’m going to have to get fixed after Warzone. There’s nothing, and I mean NOTHING in the World that’s going to stop me from continuing my reign as 4CW Champion and proving that I AM the NEW standard around here. I’ve worked my ass off from the very first day that I stepped foot into 4CW and I’ll be goddamned if I let someone take from me now. You’re giving everyone a nice little chance here, boss dude. A chance to become either the Extreme Champion or the 4CW Champion, but, more than that… You’re giving them a chance to be in the presence of greatness in the form of Felicity Banks.”

The crowd cheers as Felicity lifts the 4CW Championship high in the air for the audience to see.

BANKS: “This title? It belongs to ME now, and there’s nobody in this match who can or will take it away from me. Not some newbies, not Flip-Hop, and DEFINITELY not…”

She shifts her focus to the deranged Dakota Smith. Despite saying she wasn’t scared of him, you could see some hesitation in Felicity before she speaks directly to Dakota.

BANKS: “Not even the GOD OF VIOLENCE HIMSELF CAN TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!”

She sticks the 4CW Championship closer to Dakota’s face, holding it as if she were taunting him with it.

BANKS: “First Triple Crown Champion in 4CW? Hah, that’s funny! Becoming the first Triple Crown Champion in 4CW history should be one of your last concerns, peasant. What you should be focused on is making sure that you walk out with that Extreme Championship you got there because… who knows? Maybe, just maybe… I’ll walk out with both the 4CW Championship and the Extreme Championship.”

The Felicity fans in attendance begin chanting Felicity’s name, adding even more fuel to her fire.

BANKS: “You’re one of the few people in this company that I haven’t defeated yet, Dakota… but come Fright Night? That’s all going to change. You think you’re the God of Violence, and maybe you are… but there’s only ONE ruler of professional wrestling, and you’re staring right at her.”

Felicity lowers the microphone, the crowd now chanting ‘fight! fight! fight’ with Perry Wallace beginning to look uneasy. Felicity never takes her eyes off of the Extreme Champion, scanning him up and down until she sets her eyes on the Extreme Championship.

BANKS: “You know what?”

Felicity lays the 4CW Championship down on the mat, placing it right in between her and Dakota.

BANKS: “Screw it. Why don’t we just give these people a little preview of Fright Night right now?!”

Felicity slings her microphone out of the ring and throws her arms out to her sides. Looking at her with a sinister grin on his face, Dakota shakes his head back and forth. He then slowly raises the mic to his lips before speaking into it softly.

DAKOTA: ”Everything… dies….”

Dakota then drops the microphone to the canvas before turning his back to the 4CW Champion. Climbing through the ropes, Dakota drops down to the floor and makes his way up the ramp before stopping in his tracks and slowly turning back to look at the 4CW champion one last time.

JOHNSON: ”Can you feel the tension, Vinny?!”

VASSA: ”I’m feeling it and damn if this entire arena isn’t feeling it!”

JOHNSON: ”Well there you have it. We have the setup for the newly named Fright Night Warzone of Horrors. Six people will enter and both the 4CW and Extreme Championships will be on the line.”

VASSA: ”Wait a damn second! We only have five of the six names announced. At first it was supposed to be eight people but we went to six and we’re still a name short!”

JOHNSON: ”Your guess is as good as mine, Vinny. It could really be anyone. We have quite a few people already booked for Fright Night but anyone could take that final spot.”

VASSA: ”Do we even have anyone contending for the Extreme Championship?”

JOHNSON: ”Beats me, I don’t even know. With the lack of management around Mr. Wallace, things seem to be left in the dark here lately. We went from eight people to six, one ring to two, and now one championship to two. What’s going on here?!”

After a few minutes pass, Dakota then spits towards the ring before turning his back to the 4CW champ one more time and making his way up the ramp towards the back. In the ring, Banks then turns her attention to Wallace who is sitting back, leaning against the ropes, amused by everything that has unfolded.

Heading backstage we see the 4CW Tag Team Champions, Francis Dart and Drew Stevenson holding their belts standing next to their “Boss” Carmella Wilder and fellow team member Kat Jones. The four are huddled together going over a few things.

CARMELLA: ”Well I think we have the after party set up perfectly. So all you have to do is get the easy part out of the way by defeating Hip Hoppity and we’ll crack the champagne later.”

Carmella smiles and Drew and Francis shrug their shoulders as though it’ll be a peace of cake.

FREEDOM: ”We’ll make it quick then, John will be able to come celebrate his win as well. You are still welcome to come along Boss.”

While hinting at the fact that her son will be on the losing end, Carmella takes it in stride clearly not with them on this.

STEVENSON: ”We got the gold balloons right?”

Carmella nods her head.

FREEDOM: ”Gold streamers?”

Again she nods her head.

STEVENSON: ”Vodka with gold flakes?”

Lastly she nods her head one last time as Drew and Freedom give each other a fist pound in excitement as Kat stands behind them laughing along with it.

CARMELLA: ”Got it all set up, a grand party for grand champions. You boys enjoy, I’ll see you there.”

Carmella waves as Freedom can be caught leaning to the side a bit to watch her walk away as Drew pulls him by the shoulder. At first he’s confused why until he hears the annoying screeching that is Jett Wilder’s voice.

JETT: ”Mom!? MOM!?”

Yelling out for his mom who he just missed Drew and Francis laugh while whispering something to Kat before pushing her out around the corner in front of Jett.

KAT: ”Oh hi, you must be Jett. Heard a lot of good things about you. You know I am actually with Drew and all but you know he isn’t the nicest guy. And sometimes I think that he’s not right for me you know?”

Using her finger to twirl her hair while looking about as flirty as possible, Jett rubs his feet together not making any sort of eye contact whatsoever.

JETT: ”Yeah..”

KAT: ”Need someone nice, someone like you. Maybe but you wouldn’t be interested right?”

Wilder is at a loss for words stumbling and looking around seeming to wonder what is going on, never having been in this predicament before.

JETT: ”Yeah I mean, no! I totally would, I mean…”

Finally unable to help themselves Francis and Drew walk around the corner both laughing their butts off, as Kat joins in. It takes Jett longer than it probably should to realize what has happened and when he finally does a angry scowl covers his face as Drew wraps his arm around Kat.

STEVENSON: ”That was great, he actually bought it. Like she’s going to leave me…for you.”

Drew chuckles as Kat gets another laugh out of this the trio enjoying toying with Wilder here.

FREEDOM: ”Good luck tonight kid! Wait you never get lucky do you?”

STEVENSON: ”Austin is going to destroy this kid.”

With that three walk past Wilder still laughing a bit showing little remorse the trio known for having their fun at others expense. Wilder mumbles under his breath, angrily not willing to actually call out the three considering his match is fast approaching. Wilder walks off angrily clearly growing more and more frustrated as the week goes on all leading into his match.

MAIN CARD
JETT WILDER VS. JOHN AUSTIN

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

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds. He is the “Magician Man” JOHN AUSTTIIIINNNN!”

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: ”What a traitor this guy is. He turned his back on the fans to be apart of the Gold Standard.”

JOHNSON: ”Can’t be mad at that. They are the new Tag Team Champions.”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WILDER!!!”

Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.

VASSA: ”I like this kid right here partner. He has allot of spunk about himself.”

JOHNSON: ”He and Luiz came close to beating the team of Aidian Carlisle and Bryan Williams last show in Philly.”

VASSA: ”Tonight both of these men is looking to rebound. Jett on the other hand looking to pick up his first victory since making his return.”

JOHNSON: ”Let’s get to the action.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Both competitors take a second to leave their corners staring at eachother before John taps his chest and steps into the center of the ring holding his arms out as the crowd boos. Jett darts from his corner and begins swinging for the fences as John weaves some of his blows and catches some of them. Jett grabs John by the wrist and goes to sling hin into the ropes but John reverses the whip and Elbows Jett dead on the chin before dropping him with a DDT.

John lifts Jett back to his feet and knees him in the gut before lifting Jett over his head. Jett hitting him with some punches to his face before bending backwards and flipping John over. Jett hops on top off John and places him in a headlock. John sliding his way across the ring before getting his feet on the ropes. The ref stepping in to break up the lock.

JOHNSON: ”I like that rule but then again I don’t. You should have to break out of a submission instead of needing the ref.

VASSA: ”If that was the case I think every wrestler would be a submission artist and the sport will be boring.

Jett lets John get back to his feet and both men begin circling the ring before wrapping up with one another. The bigger Austin whipping Jett over his back and placing him in Armwrench but Jett makes his way to his feet while John still has ahold the arm. Jett hits John in the chest with a punch but John spins Jett’s wrist before dropping him with a standing clothesline.

John pulls Jett back to his feet and chops him across the chest before peeling back and slapping him across the chest with a more thunderous chop across the chest. Jett stumbles back into the ropes as John bounces off one looking for a Flying Knee, but Jett rolls out of the way, pulling the rope down as John goes flying over them. Jett steps up the turnbuckle, clapping his hand and jumping off with a diving Hurricarrana he connects with as the ref begins the count out.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

VASSA: ”They both felt the affects of that one.”

JOHNSON: ”Both men are slow to get up.”

“Five! … Six!”

Jett slides back in the ring and takes a breather as John makes his way to his feet as well before sliding back in the ring. As he does Jett greets him with some stomps before pulling John to his feet. Jett slaps him across the chest before whipping John into a turnbuckle. He lines himself up before charging toward John looking for a flying Superman Punch but John rolls out of the way sending Jett knee first into the turnbuckle.

Jett begins hobbling from the corner and as he does John deviates him with a Big Boot sending Jett back into the turnbuckle where John climbs up and begins to deliver blows to Jett’s skull. John steps down from the ropes and grabs Jett by the trunks and tosses him into the middle of the ring. Jett slowly gets to his knees, John kicking Jett in the chest as Jett grabs toward his chest. John grabs Jett by the little hair he has and brings him back to his feet before keeping ahold of the hair and talking smack to Jett. The crowd chanting “Traitor”

JOHNSON: ”The crowd’s really not liking John Austin here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Those traitor chants is one he’s going to be hearing for a while.”

John wraps around Jett and lifts him up for a Suplex but Jett lands on his feet. John ges for a Backflip kick but Jett catches his leg and flips him over, John getting back to his feet quickly and looking for a Dropkick but Jett dodges and catches John with the GOTCHA.

JOHNSON: ”The GOTCHA!!!”

The crowd cheers a little for Jett as Jett takes in the reception before stomping on John. Jett climbs up the turnbuckle and taunts John before leaping off with the Swag Splash that connects. The crowd cheering once more as Jett goes in for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner…JETT WWIILLDDEERR”

“Blessings” by Big Sean flares up as Jett celebrates his victory in the ring to a crowd that’s full of cheers and jeers.

VASSA: ”Well that was a good one.”

JOHNSON: ”Always tough to take a loss but I have feeling John’s going to rebound next Adrenaline”

VASSA: ”No doubt partner but it’s Jett Wilder taking the W tonight.”

The production cuts to one of the backstage corridors where Gabriel Hartman is standing by with a microphone in hand. He stares aimlessly at the camera waiting for his cue. After realizing that the feed was live he postures up and clears his throat before addressing the audience.

HARTMAN: ”Ladies and Gentlemen I’m standing by, outside of Chris Madison’s locker room, hoping to get a word from him as he sets to square off with Samuel McPherson; a man who was on the verge of killing him a month ago!”

The door that Gabriel Hartman stood in front of swung open and an unexpected Chris Madison staggered out. Madison reaches up and plucked the black towel that sat on top of his head and draped it over his shoulder before placing both of his hands on his hips.

HARTMAN: ”Sorry to be a bother Chris, but do you mind if I get a few quick words from you before you head ringside for your match?”

MADISON: ”Go ahead Gabe, shoot…”

Gabriel Hartman nodded his head in appreciation before pressing Madison with questions.

HARTMAN: ”We all were witnesses to the ambush that sidelined you for a month. Now in just a few moments you’ve got the opportunity to get retribution for the reckless attack by Samuel McPherson. Your emotions have to be running wild…”

MADISON: ”Of course they are. Gabe I’m nearly thirty-six years old. This body has a lot of mileage on it. But over my fourteen year career I’ve persevered through countless ambushes and attacks. It’s a vile tactic that’s been used since the dawn of wrestling. McPherson made the mistake by not finishing the job. Here I am breathing and fully ready to significantly shorten another young man’s career!”

HARTMAN: ”You’re taking it surprisingly well…”

MADISON: ”It wouldn’t be out of line to be overcome by my emotions. But then I wouldn’t be going into this match with a clear head. McPherson is just a mindless drone who’s out here to do Lord Raab’s bidding. He doesn’t understand that there are consequences for your actions. After I’m through with him tonight, you better believe he doesn’t jump at Raab’s beckoning any longer.”

HARTMAN: ”If you ask Lord Raab or Henry Losak they claim that they had no hand in McPherson ambushing you.”

MADISON: ”If you honestly believe that, I’ve got a bridge that I can sell you for a hell of a price.”

The two shared a laugh momentarily.

HARTMAN: ”This match wasn’t the only one made two weeks ago in Philly. At Fright Night you’re set to square off with Lord Raab in a Lion’s Den match; a match that’s been months in the making.”

MADISON: ”It’s been longer than that. Raab made it perfectly clear that he’s always been out for himself. When the Black Hand was formed it was supposed to be a group of people that worked together to make sure that we all succeeded. When Knox shredded his knee and his career was in jeopardy it was never more apparent to me that some of my peers didn’t feel the same way about the Black Hand. Now Raab has to deal with the consequences of his actions and foolishly, he’ll be doing it on my turf.”

HARTMAN: ”You make a very intriguing point. Your turf. It’s no secret that this Lion’s Den match should be right in your wheelhouse. But it’s taking place in Brooklyn, New York. Merely an hour from your home, it’d be hard to imagine that crowd not being boisterously in your favor.”

MADISON: ”I’m not really a big believer in a home field advantage in this sport. On any any given night, anything is possible. With that being said, if there ever were a situation where the deck was stacked in one persons favor it would be Fright Night. Brooklyn is a very short train ride from where I live and train. A Lion’s Den match is a match that I feel at home in. Raab and I will be locked inside of a cage. There will be no wrestling ring. The only way one of us is walking out is by submitting our opponent or knocking him out. I can promise you Gabe, Fright Night will mark the end of Lord Raab!”

As Madison finishes he sidesteps Gabriel Hartman and the camera crew that filmed the short interview, making his way towards the entranceway.

HARTMAN: ”You heard it with your own ears folks. Chris Madison is determined to shorten the careers of both Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab. I’d hate to be either one of them two at the moment.”

From there the production cuts to the ringside area for the start of Chris Madison versus Samuel McPherson.

MAIN CARD
SAMUEL McPHERSON VS. CHRIS MADISON

JOHNSON: ”Up next we have a showdown between Samuel McPherson and Chris Madison!”

VASSA: ”Two weeks ago at the tag tournament Madison cost Samuel and Raab their match by distracting Samuel. Tonight I’m sure Samuel will be looking to return the favor.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m more worried about Raab making his presence felt tonight. Him and Madison have a Lion’s Den match right around the corner at Fright Night.”

VASSA: ”I don’t even know what that is, I’ll be straight up.”

JOHNSON: ”luckily we have plenty of time to get you educated.”

VASSA: ”Madison has been hot since signing with 4CW. Right from the start, he made an impact with an attack on Raab and ever since, the hatred has been growing between the two.”

JOHNSON: ”Tonight he’ll have to settle for Raab’s partner in crime. Speaking of which, Samuel is already in the ring awaiting Madison’s arrival.”

The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entranceway lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint. The crowd jumps to their feet as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).

We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out. His head is tucked down and covered by a black towel, focusing on the ground beneath him. The crowd roars in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.

POWERS: ”Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, Chris Madison!”

Madison charges to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before holding his arms out horizontally.

JOHNSON: ”There he is, the madman himself, Chris Madison!.”

VASSA: ”I’m sure there’s no love loss between these two.”

JOHNSON: ”Absolutely not! Madison caught him off guard and got The Monstimals eliminated in the first round of the tag tournament If anything, I’d look for Samuel to put it all on the line to impress Lord Raab.”

Checking with each corner, the ref gets the nod from both wrestlers. He then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

The opening bell sounds and the match is underway! Both Madison and McPherson step towards and both go for the collar and elbow tie up, but Madison pulls away and hits McPherson with a stiff elbow to the face. Madison backs up a few steps then charges forward for a running Yakuza kick, but McPherson side steps out of the way and wraps his arms around Madison’s waist. McPherson lifts Madison up and starts squeezing the life out of him with a modified bear hug, but Madison quickly elbows himself free, turns around, and kicks McPherson in the midsection.

Madison locks his arms around McPherson’s waist, and throws him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Madison quickly side mounts McPherson and goes for an arm triangle, but McPherson wriggles himself free, getting all the way under the ropes and out of the ring. Madison follows him outside, but McPherson comes out of nowhere with a thunderous spear to Madison!

JOHNSON: ”What a huge spear from McPherson there.”

VASSA: ”He damn near turned Madison inside out! I think I see his bones.”

JOHNSON: ”I think you might need your eyes checked, Vinny.”

McPherson looks inside the ring and sees the referee beginning his ten count and immediately grabs Madison up by his head and slides him into the ring. McPherson follows inside and patiently waits for Madison to get up. Once Madison pulls himself up to his feet, McPherson goes for a second spear, but Madison leapfrogs over the attempt! McPherson puts the brakes on before he sends himself out of the ring, but turns around and gets blasted by a running Yakuza kick that sends McPherson to the outside anyway!

McPherson immediately rises right up to his feet, but Madison comes diving through the middle rope with a suicide dive, taking McPherson back down! Madison mounts overtop of McPherson and starts driving his elbow repeatedly into McPherson’s face, mainly at the cheekbone to avoid catching the mask covering McPherson’s mouth.

“One! … Two1”

After he was done throwing elbows, Madison lifts McPherson up to his feet and tries to slide him back into the ring, but McPherson catches Madison with an elbow to the gut, followed by a big lariat that drops Madison to the floor! McPherson begins putting the boots to Madison, not bothered by the referee’s ten count.

“Three! … Four!”

McPherson pulls Madison up and looks ready to powerbomb him to the outside, but Madison pushes himself away and connects with a sitout spinebuster on the outside!

“Five! … Six!”

VASSA: ”These guys need to get back inside the ring before they’re both counted out!”

JOHNSON: ”Looks like that’s what Madison’s trying to do here.”

Madison wasn’t trying to win by countout so he pulls the downed McPherson up by his head and slides him back into the ring. Madison follows him inside and patiently waits for McPherson to get up. Once McPherson’s up, Madison slips up behind him, locks in a half nelson, and then releases him back with a half nelson suplex! Madison crawls toward McPherson, hooks the leg, and watches the referee as he slides into position to make the count.

ONE

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TW–KICKOUT!!!

McPherson breaks out of the cover at two, but Madison was relentless in his attack. He grabs McPherson’s left arm, spins him onto his back, and wrenches back on the arm with a fujiwara armbar! McPherson was visibly in pain as he crawls closer and closer to the ropes, but this makes Madison wrench back on the pressure even more! McPherson’s arm was nearly all the way bent back and it looks like he’s ready to tap!

JOHNSON: ”Is he gonna tap?!”

VASSA: ”I don’t know, but the ropes are just a few inches away from his reach.”

JOHNSON: ”But look at his arm! Madison’s about to rip it off!”

McPherson stops himself from tapping out and makes one last attempt to get closer to the ropes… and he gets there! The referee admonishes the five count, but Madison immediately lets go once he hears the referee count to one. McPherson clutches his left arm with his right, Madison sliding away from McPherson, but still in attack mode. Slowly but surely, McPherson gets up to a vertical base, but Madison was right there to meet him with a kick to the midsection and sets up for a brainbuster, but McPherson wedges his foot in between Madison’s to block it. Madison tries to stomp down on McPherson’s foot, but as soon as he lifts his leg in the air, McPherson lifts him up and delivers a suplex of his own!

McPherson gets right up after delivering the suplex, but Madison wasn’t too far behind. Madison charges toward McPherson, but McPherson uses Madison’s own momentum against him and delivers a ring shaking powerslam! McPherson hooks the leg for the pin attempt, the referee already in position to make the count…

ONE

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TWO

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TH–KICKOUT!!!

Madison kicks out and breaks the pin at two. McPherson glares over at the referee while grabbing a handful of Madison’s hair to rip him up to his feet. McPherson pushes Madison back into the nearest corner and begins clubbing away at Madison with standing clothesline after clothesline. After five, McPherson pulls Madison out of the corner and wraps his arms around his body, squeezing and shaking the life out of him with a bearhug!

JOHNSON: ”There’s that bearhug again.”

VASSA: ”Doesn’t look like Madison is getting out of this time either.”

McPherson starts shaking Madison around like a ragdoll, tightening his grip even more than he already was. It looks like Madison is fading away, but he’s suddenly taken over by a burst of adrenaline! Madison pushes McPherson’s head back far enough to nail him with a right hand, but McPherson won’t release the bearhug! Madison pushes McPherson’s head back once more, and this time he attacks with a fury of short elbow strikes right to the eyes of McPherson, getting him to release the hold and be temporarily blinded!

Madison takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he goes back on the attack, grabbing McPherson from behind and spinning him around. With McPherson facing Madison, Madison starts unleashing with a number of swift kicks to the leg, followed by a huge jumping knee strike to the face! McPherson falls back against the ropes and bounces off them, coming right into a northern lights suplex from Madison with a bridge!

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

McPherson gets his shoulder up right when the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. Madison looks at the crowd and wipes the sweat away from his forehead, then grabs a hold of McPherson’s head. Madison pulls McPherson up and gets behind him with a rear waist lock while and traps one of his arms McPherson’s arms, looking for the “Comatosed” ripcord rolling elbow!

JOHNSON: ”If Madison hits this it might be over!”

Madison pulls on McPherson’s arm by the wrist and forces him to spin around, causing him to do a full three sixty, but once he goes for the rolling elbow, McPherson ducks underneath it! Madison turns around toward McPherson, but McPherson grabs him by the throat, lifts him high in the air, and slams him down to the mat with a thunderous chokeslam! McPherson falls down on top of Madison and makes the cover…

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–KICKOUT!!!

Madison just gets his shoulder up as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three! McPherson slaps the mat out of frustration and immediately begins choking the life out of Madison. McPherson lifts Madison up by the throat and goes for another chokeslam, but Madison pushes McPherson’s arm away, kicks him in the midsection, and sends him across the ring with a beautiful suplex! Madison pops right up to his feet, now feeling it as the crowd explodes.

McPherson stumbles back up to his feet and Madison goes in for the kill. Madison whips McPherson into the ropes and looks ready to his patent “Chaos Theory” pop up codebreaker, but McPherson wraps his arms around the ropes to put on the brakes. Madison charges toward McPherson, but McPherson lifts his leg up, catching Madison with a boot to the face! Madison stumbles back and McPherson goes in for the attack, spinning him around and lifting him over his shoulder for a tombstone!

JOHNSON: ”Tombstone time!”

VASSA: ”He might break Madison’s neck with this one.”

McPherson tries to position Madison just right for the tombstone, but Madison keeps fidgeting around until he slides down McPherson’s back. Madison pushes McPherson into the ropes, and on the rebound, Madison pops the bigger McPherson up in the air and catches him with with the “Chaos Theory” pop up codebreaker! Madison immediately lays overtop of McPherson, hooks the leg, and makes the cover…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner… CHRIS MADISON!”

MAIN CARD
JASON CASHE VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR

The Country beat rolls into the Theater as Jason Cashe comes almost sliding out from the back with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both Jeers and Cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

POWERS: “From Houston, Texas! He is the Former three time 4CW Champion….”THE TROUBLED” JAAASSOOON CAAAAASSSHE!!!”

“Another day on the grind for a couple cents.

I kiss goodbye to my relevance.

Work throws stone while I ride the fence,

I’m old and old enough to bring up something that makes sense.

It’s like I’m livin in a war zone.

And they can write it on my tombstone.

Here lies a man who don’t cry,

With ash on the feet in front pillars held high!

I’ve been up

And I’ve been down.

But my place ain’t on the ground.

I’d rather me death on my feet,

Life on my knees.

Trouble ain’t nothin’

But another damn thing to me.”

Taking two quick puffs from an “Air Joint”, Cashe throws his arms up above his head briefly, slaps the camera zoomed in on his face and then takes his first real steps towards the ring. Giving a few fans fist bumps, those who have their hands out wanting some love he makes his way down to ringside. He rounds the corner of the ring and jogs the steel stairs, getting up on the ring apron.

“I’ve been up

And I’ve been down.

And I’ve been beat

And pushed around

I’ll pick myself up off the ground,

Just wait and see.

Cause it’s just another thing to me.

Just another bridge I’ll have to burn.

Just another lesson I’m bound to learn.

Buddy ain’t damn thing changin’ me.

So watch and see,

Cause it’s just another thing to me.”

Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he balances on the middle rope, leaning against the top rope and raises a single arm roaring out the crowd once more.

”RRRRAAAAHHH LET’S GO!!!”

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring hailing from Dublin, Ireland!, he is the 4CW Pride Champion, “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO’CCOONNNNOORR”

The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights. As The Spicy McHaggis Jig by Dropkick Murphy plays. Seamus comes with a shillelah in one hand and the 4CW Pride Championship around his waist. He runs out on stage does a heel click. Before walking to the ring amped up, trying to get the crowd to make some noise. He steps into the ring and runs up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out. Stepping down from the corner, he then removes the championship from his waist and hands it to a member of the ringside crew on the outside.

VASSA: ”Seamus O’Connor, our new 4CW Pride champion! He looks good with that gold around his waist.”

JOHNSON: ”He fought hard to earn it. Two weeks ago he beat both John Austin and then champion, Brennan Devlin for the championship.”

VASSA: ”He had some help though. Brennan was busy getting pulverized on the outside of the ring by any and everyone. John Austin had the chance to seal the deal but Cashe decided to stick his nose in and take a shot at Gold Standard.”

JOHNSON: ”With Austin on the top rope, Cashe took it upon himself to send him crashing and burning to the canvas. With Seamus and Devlin side by side on the mat, all Seamus had to do was roll over and make the pin.”

VASSA: ”We haven’t heard much from Cashe tonight leading up to this match. Knowing him, I figured he’d be taking credit and trying to get into Seamus’ head before the match up.”

JOHNSON: ”We have one more Adrenaline after tonight before Fright Night and we still don’t have a contender for the Pride Championship. A win here for Cashe could possibly seal the deal on that for him?”

VASSA: ”Maybe, just maybe. Who else is there, John Austin? “

Standing in the center of the ring, the ref checks with Cashe who quickly gives him the nod with that toothless grin on his face. Looking over to Seamus, the ref gets the other nod. With both men ready to get things underway, the ref throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With the crowd going wild in the background, both Seamus and Cashe look over the fans for a moment before locking eyes on one another. The building rumbles with the thunderous roars of the crowd as the adrenaline then kicks into overdrive! Coming out of his corner first, Seamus walks to the center of the ring, rolling his neck around to stretch his neck. Happy with what he sees, Cashe then pushes himself away from the corner and makes his way to Seamus. The two stand toe to toe, locking eyes with one another as the tension builds. Looking down on Cashe, Seamus clearly has the height advantage as well as the extra build in his size.

Breaking the silence, Cashe roars in Seamus’ face before throwing a hard right hand and punching Seamus in the side of the shoulder. Swinging with his left, Cashe then clocks Seamus in the side of the head, barely moving him from his spot but turning his body. Seamus then swings his body back around and catches Cashe in the jaw with a powerful forearm shot, knocking him back a step. Seamus then kicks Cashe in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. Wrapping his arm underneath Cashe’s chest, Seamus then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him up into the air before dropping him stomach first across his knee with a gutbuster.

Standing back to both feet, Seamus then bends over and grabs Cashe by the back of the head, locking onto his hair and pulling him up to his feet. Lifting Cashe up horizontally, Seamus then runs across the ring and then drives him into the canvas with a running powerslam that rattles the entire ring. Rolling Cashe over to his stomach, Seamus presses his face against the mat and then drags it back and forth, giving him a nasty mat burn. He then stands to his feet and kicks Cashe in the ribs, flipping him over to his back. Looking up at Seamus with a smile on his face, Cashe laughs as the pain begins to sink in.

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is really laying a beating on Cashe right from the start!”

VASSA: ”He is but look at Cashe. He looks like he’s enjoying every minute of it. Him and that toothless smile of his.”

JOHNSON: ”They do call him “The Troubled” after all.”

Looking down at Cashe laughing, a puzzled look comes over Seamus’ face briefly before he snaps out of it and reaches down, grabbing ahold of his wrist. Pulling Cashe up to his feet, Seamus then wraps his arms around Cashe and lifts him up into the air, squeezing him with a powerful bear hug. Letting out grunts and moans, Cashe then spreads his arms to the side before swinging his hands together and slapping both of Seamus’ ears at the same time with a bell clap.

Letting go of Cashe, Seamus stumbles back a few steps, holding both of his ears as the ringing sets in. Cashe then winds his arm up before lunging forward and connecting with a stiff striking elbow to Seamus’ face.

JOHNSON: ”The Mark of Jason!”

VASSA: ”Already?!”

JOHNSON: ”Seamus isn’t going down though!”

Stumbling back even more, Seamus regains his footing and remains on his feet. Looking on with disbelief, Cashe thinks to himself for a few moments. He then takes a few steps, thrusts forward and connects with a head butt to the side of Seamus’ head. Falling back another couple of steps, Seamus catches himself on the ropes and remains on his feet. Taking some damage himself, Cashe walks to the side of the ring, rubbing his forehead and feeling the effects of that headbutt. He then turns his head to the side and sees Seamus still on his feet. Popping his head up, Cashe’s eyes widen at the sight of the big man still up on his feet.

Cashe then charges towards him and plants his foot into Seamus’ stomach with a running kick. Turning Seamus around, Cashe then grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and forces his head down, pressing his face against the top rope. Cashe then pulls Seamus towards the corner, dragging his face across the top rope giving him a rope burn. Once at the corner, Cashe pulls Seamus’ head back and then slams it forward as hard as he can, crushing Seamus’ face into the top of the corner. Seamus then drapes over the top of the ropes with both arms, holding himself up.

Cashe then moves Seamus over to the side and climbs to the middle rope. Wrapping his arm around Seamus, Cashe then falls back and drops Seamus to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Back to his feet, Cashe looks down at Seamus with relief as he has finally taken the big man down. He then jumps straight up into the air and comes down with a head butt right to the center of Seamus’ forehead. Rolling over to his back, Cashe holds his head with both hands, feeling the effects of that move on himself.

VASSA: ”Cashe is going to end up giving himself a concussion if he isn’t careful.”

JOHNSON: ”He’s always been one to put his body on the line in a match no matter how big or small the match actually is. Even though this isn’t for the Pride Championship, you would think it was with the way he’s willing to sacrifice himself to put Seamus away.”

The crowd then erupts with boos.

VASSA: ”What the hell?”

JOHNSON: ”It’s John Austin!”

Walking out from the back, Austin makes his way down the ramp with his sights set on the ring. Hearing the boos, Cashe quickly sits up and looks around until finally spotting Austin making his way down.

VASSA: ”I think Austin is coming to tie up loose ends with Cashe and their unfinished business.”

JOHNSON: ”He could be coming for both Cashe and Seamus! It was Seamus who won the Pride Championship in the same match with John two weeks ago!”

Quickly getting to his feet, Cashe then walks to the edge of the ring and looks down to the floor where Austin stands. The two exchange words for a few moments until Cashe waves for him to come into the ring. Hesitant at first, Austin stands his ground on the floor and then waves for Cashe to come to the outside. Getting nowhere with their argument, Cashe then takes about five or six steps back, giving Austin plenty of room to enter the ring.

Thinking to himself for a moment, Austin then shrugs his shoulders and climbs onto the apron. Standing on the edge of the ring, Austin appears cautious as he does not take his eyes off of Cashe. Standing back, Cashe waves for him to enter the ring. Just as Austin goes to duck down, Cashe then yells and points to the entrance stage.

JOHNSON: ”Is that Gold Standard?!”

Quickly pulling his head back from the ropes, Austin stands straight up and turns his attention to the stage only to find nothing there.

VASSA: ”It’s no one!”

JOHNSON: ”IT WAS A TRICK!!!”

Cashe then races across the ring and jumps into the air. Wrapping his arms around Austin’s head, Cashe then pulls the back of his neck down onto the top of the rope with a cutter.

VASSA: ”UTI!!!”

With the rope holding Austin up, Cashe drops to the mat and as he releases his hold, Austin slingshots off the top rope and flies off the apron, crashing down to the floor below.

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: ”Someone needs to get down here and check on John. If that UTI didn’t snap his neck over the top rope then chances are he broke something with that hard fall.”

With the crowd roaring in the background, Cashe stands back to his feet and then leans over the top rope, pointing to Austin while yelling down to him.

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is up!”

VASSA: ”UH-OH!!!”

Getting a sense that something is behind him, Cashe slowly turns around and as he does, Seamus then lifts him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then backs up to the center of the ring and spins a few revolutions before popping Cashe up from his should, turning his body and dropping him to the mat with a driving facebuster.

JOHNSON: ”The Drunk Landing!”

VASSA: ”Cashe didn’t even see it coming!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s out cold!”

Rolling Cashe over to his stomach, Seamus then covers him for the pin as the ref sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

JOHNSON: ”Seamus has won it! He’s beaten the three time 4CW Champion!”

VASSA: ”If people had their doubts about him as the new Pride Champion then they can leave them at the door because this is a huge win for Seamus here tonight.”

“The Spicy McHaggis Jig” hits the speakers as Seamus stands to his feet, towering over Cashe. The ref then grabs ahold of his wrist and raises his arm into the air for the win.

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, he is the 4CW Pride Champion, “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO…CCOONNNNOORR!!!”

The crowd sat chilled as the sounds of Glory by Lil Wayne flares up inside the auditorium this causing the crowd to get on their feet and cheering at the top of their lungs as Lo’Renzo Porter and Jair Hopkins step from behind the curtains with smiles to their faces as they look out and scan through the crowd.

Flipp spots a Flipp-Hop sign and points it out to Jair as the duo salutes toward the sign holder and make their ways to the ring dapping up fans and signing some autographs. The duo gets inside the ring already equipped with microphones, walking around the ring taking in their reception before Lo’Renzo speaks.

FLIPP: ”Yoooo what’s crackin framo?”

The crowd cheers as Lo’Renzo smiles and nods his head.

FLIPP: ”Feels good to be out here in Beleiveland Ohio tonight. Every since my bus touchdown it’s been nothin but love and I appreciate y’all for that.”

A short “Cleveland” chant surfaces as Lo’renzo claps his hand along with the crowd.

FLIPP: ”It’s a couple reasons why we out here tonight. The first bein bout what happened at last Adrenaline in Philly.”

The crowd boos knowing that the Gold Standard are the new Four Corner Wrestling Tag Team Champions.

FLIPP: ”I apologized already for lettin y’all down but let me say it again. I’m sorry Framo.”

Jair goes over and pats his buddy Lo’Renzo on the shoulder.

HOPKINS: ”No need to apologize homie. It was our first team-up and we killed it out there. The fans loved what we did, our performance … even in defeat. The Loyal Framo’s aren’t disappearing or gon’ lose faith in what we got. They know the time will come. Tonight is our second team-up. We gonna come even harder, Flipp.”

Hopkins flashes his smile.

HOPKINS: ”The 4CW Tag Team Champs, “Gold Standard” know too in Francis Dart and Drew Stevenson. They know we are going to come hard at em with all we got. The Framo’s are going to be behind us all the way. They sound like they ready for tonight!”

Hopkins raises up his hand, placing it near his right ear as the crowd gets louder to Hopkin’s approval, he nods his head, smiling at his partner, Flipp.

FLIPP: ”Yeah brodie…Gold Standard should pop no mistake bout it. Flipp-Hop bringin that strong tonight.”

He flexed his muscle.

FLIPP: ”That main event is show to be poppin y’all. Let’s jus hope that ain’t no cheatin involved cuz we know Free and Drew are two dirty m-effers.”

The crowd jeers at the thought of The Gold Standard cheating tonight in the Main Event.

HOPKINS: ”I wouldn’t expect nothing different fam. Freedom, I can dig to a certain extent, cool dude but can’t be doing tricky ish when up in the ring. One thing we do is fight fair. Gold Standard are the types I’ve seen before. They’ll be aight when in the early going but soon as they feel they about to get that L’, they turn loose the cheat sheet and will do anything and everything. We just gotta be on our A-1 gameplan!”

The crowd applauds, chanting “FLIPP-HOP” loudly throughout the Public Auditorium. Hopkins raised his hands, as if raising the roof as he shook his head and braids, flapping them around.

HOPKINS: ”Everything that is created goes through a brief phase before it fully blooms into something beautiful. Everyone, when they see me, they chant “The Dying Breed”. It’s time to create a different trend, a different chant, a different following. Flipp and I are going to be to something extremely special here in 4CW. Folks gonna remember who we are and what we did. We are going to continue to bloom and when we reach the limit, jaws will drop. Jaws might be dropping tonight!”

Hopkins, referring to he and Flipp’s opponents tonight in the 4CW Tag Champs, “Gold Standard”, he smirks as Flipp raises his mic.

FLIPP: ”But y’all know what though? It’s been somethin I been wantin to do for y’all.”

Porter paused gazing out at the crowd before pointing at another fan with a Flipp-Hop sign.

FLIPP: ”It’s been a lil minute since I done did it but next show at the Conte Forum in Boston, Massachusetts the youngin wanna bring The Session back. What y’all think bout that Framily?”

The crowd goes bananas as Lo’Renzo smiles, slowly turning his head and looking at Hopkins.

FLIPP: ”Last time I had a stupid dumb blast doin The Session. Me, G-Hart, Big Powers out there. The band…and y’all, The Framo, but this time round I want you to join me out there brodie.”

Lo’Renzo holds his hands out for a shake as Jair looks out at the crowd smiling before extending his hand and finalizing the handshake.

HOPKINS: “I’m down for the cause, homie. I’m ready, the looks on their faces, they ready for The Session too!”

Lo’Renzo wraps his arm round Jair before saluting to the crowd.

FLIPP: ”You heard it here. Flipp-Hop bringin The Session back next show in Boston, Massachusetts. Be on the look out for who our first guest gone be, but for now stay strapped for the rest of the show. The Main Event ain’t that long from now. Let’s get ready to hit the light switch Framo.”

“Glory” by Lil Wayne flares up once more as Flipp-Hop exit the ring and stir it up with the fans behind the barriers as the cameras begin to fade with them signing more autographs.

The scene fades away into the type of wear and tear static would see on an old VHS tape. That fades into an old black white scene. We are in a POV shot, walking into an old hotel room. In the distance a running shower can be heard. The POV shot makes its way through the rest room before settling it’s gaze on the shower that is clearly occupied. We see a hand open the shower curtain before the scene fades into the VHS wear and tear. Screams can be heard in the distance.

The old video recording fades in on another black white scene, this one of a two story house. There is only one light on as a male narration begins.

VOICE: ”This Halloween, the blue harvest begins…”

The scene then fades into the cut up VHA static.

HEADLINE
THE RED PIONEER VS. FELICITY BANKS

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

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Prospect, Connecticut, he is the former 4CW Extreme Television Champion, The Red Pioneer!”

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

Once he leaps the barricade, he wastes no time sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes before running over to the far corner. Once there, he leaps up onto the second turnbuckle where he crosses his arms and nods at the crowd who continues to roar their near deafening approval for him. After a long pause, making sure the fans have had their opportunity to flash a few photos, he finally drops back to the mat and begins stretching before the match starts.

VASSA: ”The Red Pioneer is in the house!”

JOHNSON: ”He’s coming off a tough loss to Nova Wonder two weeks ago and things aren’t getting any easier for him as he now has to go toe to toe with the 4CW Champion, Felicity Banks!”

VASSA: ”Easy isn’t in Pioneer’s vocabulary, you should know this. I’m sure he’ll bounce back. Losses happen in this sport and there’s really nothing you can do about it except for come back harder the next time.”

JOHNSON: ”I’m sure he will. A win here tonight could possibly put him into that last spot for the Fright Night Warzone of Horrors.”

“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…?”

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos 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, slowly pacing down the ramp, spinning around to show the camera the “Queen B” writing on the back of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside, pulls the 4CW Championship from her shoulder, and holds it high in the air as Mike Powers announces her name.

POWERS: From Jersey City, New Jersey… She is the SULLEN ANGEL! … THE QUEEN B! … THE 4CW CHAMPION… FELIIIIIIICITY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!!!”

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

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the turnbuckle pads until she was fully seated on the mat, setting the 4CW Champion on her lap as she waits for the match to begin.

VASSA: ”It’s always a pleasure to see Felicity in the ring. In fact, it’s such a pleasure that we get another dose of her.”

JOHNSON: ”Her appearance now is under different circumstances. Earlier she was here for Mr. Wallace to make some announcements involving the Fright Night Warzone of Horrors. Now, she has a match with The Red Pioneer who’s looking to make up for his shortcomings two weeks ago.”

VASSA: ”I wouldn’t necessarily call them shortcomings. Shit happens.”

JOHNSON: ”What are your thoughts on the announcements made earlier regarding Felicity and the Warzone of Horrors?”

VASSA: ”For her first title defense, I think she’s in for a beating. That doesn’t mean she’s going to lose the championship but this match is going to be brutal and bloody. If she can retain the championship that night, she’ll more than prove she’s a fighting champion.”

JOHNSON: ”She won the championship in a sixty minute four person Iron Man match. She has the experience in matches with multiple people. This Warzone of Horrors adds a different element to the match though. Six people, two championships on the line and anything goes. This is going to be one heck of a test.”

VASSA: ”I think she’s up for it, I really do. She’s been on fire since signing with 4CW. She’s gained quite a reputation for herself and proven that she can go head to head with the best 4CW has to offer and walk away a winner.”

JOHNSON: ”One more month and we’ll get to see it all go down. I just wonder who that final spot is for in this match. We only have five of the six spots determined.”

VASSA: ”Technically we only have four determined. We’re going to have a rumble of sorts two weeks from now to determine the fifth. As for who will be named in that final spot, I have no clue. Who else is there to choose from? Jason Cashe has already made it clear that he was walking away from the 4CW Championship. Seamus O’Connor is the Pride Champion but this type of match doesn’t fit the bill for that specific championship. Your guess is as good as mine.”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see. Until then, lets kick back and enjoy this match before us as it appears the ref is ready to get things underway.”

In the center of the ring, the ref checks with Pioneer who quickly gives him the nod. He then turns his attention to Banks to nods with a cocky smile on her face. Slowly raising his hand into the air, the ref then swings it downward, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Like a madman, Pioneer shoots out of his corner and races across the ring towards Banks in her corner. Before she can even move out of the way, Pioneer leaps into the air and plants both feet into her chest, crushing her against the corner. With Banks lunging over from the kick to the chest, Pioneer quickly rolls over to his feet and goes on the attack before she can even react. Placing his hand on her forehead, he raises her up to stand tall and then fires with a chop across the chest. Going berserk, he then hits her with numerous chops across the chest, each one louder and harder than before.

Grabbing onto her wrist, Pioneer then whips her to the corner across the ring and quickly takes off behind her. As she approaches the corner, Banks plants both of her hands onto the ropes and lifts her body up before pushing herself away. Flying over Pioneer, Banks lands behind him as he crashes into the corner with impact. Grabbing ahold of his shoulder, Banks spins him around and kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over after having the air knocked out of him. She then grabs his head with both hands and delivers repeated knees to the face. After briefly stunning Pioneer, she then stands him up straight and jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around his head. Falling backwards and spinning her body, Banks throws Pioneer across the ring with a head scissors takedown.

VASSA: ”The champ isn’t playing any games!”

JOHNSON: ”She caught Pioneer off guard in the corner and has taken the control of this match.”

VASSA: ”I expect to see a lot of back and forth between these two. Both wrestlers are exciting to watch in the ring and I couldn’t think of a better match up tonight.”

Back on her feet, Banks quickly closes in on Pioneer before he even begins to get up. Grabbing ahold of his head, she rolls him over to his stomach and then pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, she then goes to throw him to the ropes but Pioneer reverses the throw and whips her towards them instead. After coming back on the rebound, Banks drops down to the mat and baseball slides between Pioneer’s legs. Quickly getting to her feet, behind him, she then jumps into the air and hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head, sending him stumbling to the ropes.

Hitting the ropes front on, Pioneer bounces off and stumbles backwards. On one knee, Banks patiently waits until Pioneer is close enough and then grabs ahold of his pants, pulls him down with a quick rollup and goes for the pin. Running from across the ring, the ref drops in for the count.

ON–KICKOUT!!!

Surprised at the quick kick out, Banks doesn’t let it bother her as she pushes herself up from the mat. Grabbing ahold of Pioneer’s arm, she then pulls him up to his feet only to get taken by surprise as he wraps his arms around her, drives forward while lifting her into the air and slams her to the canvas.

JOHNSON: ”Pioneer out of nowhere with that burst of energy!”

VASSA: ”You can’t ever count him out, not for one second at any given time! If you do, he’ll surprise you just like that!”

Mounting himself on top of Banks, Pioneer then unloads with a brutal elbow shot to the side of her head. He then pushes himself up to his feet and locks onto her hair with both hands. Dragging her up to her feet, He then pulls her in close, wraps her up and slams her down to the canvas with a T-bone suplex. With the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he then turns to the corner and runs over to it, climbing to the top. With Banks still down on her back, he then leaps into the air with a front flip and comes down across her throat with a leg drop that rattles the entire ring.

Rolling over on top of Banks, Pioneer then makes the covers as the ref drops in for the count.

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JOHNSON: ”She kicks out!”

VASSA: ”I don’t know how. Did you see how high Pioneer was with that front flip leg drop?”

JOHNSON: ”What goes up must co–“

VASSA: ”What the hell is he doing here?!”

JOHNSON: ”Who?”

Out from the back, Mannie makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. The fans give mixed reactions to his appearance but more importantly, grab Pioneer’s attention as he looks up to the commotion.

VASSA: ”It’s Mannie!”

JOHNSON: ”We saw these two at the last Adrenaline and it didn’t end too well for Mannie if I remember correctly.”

VASSA: ”Maybe that’s why he’s out here?”

JOHNSON: ”Something is up. There has been trouble brewing between these two. Pioneer made it known that he was the one to bail Mannie out of jail just so he could have the pleasure of ending his career here in 4CW.”

VASSA: ”Mannie may be a lot of things but he isn’t one to run away from a fight!”

Stopping at the bottom of the ramp, Mannie holds his arms to his side while locking eyes with pioneer who slowly begins to stand to his feet. With Banks still down at his feet, Pioneer steps over her and walks to the ropes.

JOHNSON: ”Come on Mannie, Pioneer has a match!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think he cares about the match!”

Mannie then proceeds towards the ring, stopping just a few feet from it while looking up at Pioneer. The two exchange words as the crowd grows louder and louder, waiting for things to pop off between the two.

JOHNSON: ”Come on Pioneer, get your head back in the match!”

VASSA: ”Are these two going to do anything or are they just going to talk amongst themselves?”

As the two continue exchanging words, Banks comes to and slowly begins to get back to her feet.

JOHNSON: ”Felicity is back on her feet! Turn around Pioneer!”

VASSA: ”Mannie’s setting him up!”

Unnoticed, Banks slowly sneaks behind Pioneer as his attention is focused to the outside of the ring. She then grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around.

VASSA: ”WATH OUT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh my!”

Banks then jumps into the air, wraps her arm around Pioneer’s head and then falls back to the canvas, pulling him down and planting his head into it with a jumping DDT!

JOHNSON: ”SPACE JAM DDT!!!”

VASSA: ”Damnit Mannie!”

JOHNSON: ”This might be it!”

With Pioneer laid out, Banks looks to the outside of the ring and shakes her head at Mannie. She then turns her attention back to Pioneer and rolls him over to his back before covering for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”Well this ended prematurely!”

VASSA: ”I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, just like all your sexual encounters!”

JOHNSON: ”Very funny, Vinny. Save the joking for later. What just happened?!”

VASSA: ”Mannie just happened and payback is a bitch!”

“Scream” hits the speakers as Banks stands to her feet. The ref then raises her arm into the air as the fans look on, not pleased by the interruption.

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall, she is the 4CW Champion, FELICITY BBAANNKKSS!!!”

Pulling her arm away from the ref, Banks then walks over to her corner and reaches to the outside, grabbing the 4CW Championship from a member of the ringside crew. Turning back to the ring, her eyes quickly widen at what happens next.

JOHNSON: ”WHAT IS HE DOING?!?!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think Mannie is finished!”

Grabbing onto Pioneer’s foot, Mannie then drags him underneath the ropes and out of the ring. With Pioneer down in a seated position and barely conscious at his feet, Mannie then draws back and lays him out with a vicious right hand to the side of the head.

VASSA: ”And now the payback begins!”

JOHNSON: ”This isn’t even fair! Pioneer is barely awake!”

Climbing on top of Pioneer, Mannie then unloads with wild punches, connecting from all angles to Pioneer’s head.

VASSA: ”Let that anger out Mannie!”

JOHNSON: ”Someone needs to stop this before it gets out of hand.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s already out of hand!”

Mannie then drags Pioneer across the floor to the ringside steps. Propping Pioneer’s previously injured knee on top of the steps, Mannie then turns his attention away and spots a nearby empty chair.

JOHNSON: ”Oh come on!”

VASSA: ”Pioneer was set out to end Mannie’s career but Mannie just may end his again right here!”

Fed up with what’s happening on the outside, Banks then walks over to the ropes and yells at Mannie. After catching his attention, she says a few words while he looks up at her with the chair in hand.

JOHNSON: ”FINALLY!!!”

Out from the back, members of the security team race down the ramp. With mannie still distracted, one member of security rips the chair from his hands while the others quickly subdue him.

VASSA: ”I don’t know if you can hear me Pioneer but you can thank Felicity for saving your knee right there.”

JOHNSON: ”She bought just enough time for security to get down here before something terrible happened.”

Struggling to break free, Mannie fights with the security team but doesn’t get far as he is outnumbered and outsized. They then drag him to the back while members of the ringside crew check in with Pioneer. Inside of the ring, Banks just looks on while shaking her head back and forth in displeasure.

VASSA: ”What a mess!”

JOHNSON: ”It could have been worse but thankfully it wasn’t.”

VASSA: ”Pioneer and Mannie need to settle this once and for all in the ring.”

JOHNSON: ”Maybe we’ll see them at Fright Night?”

VASSA: ”Your guess is as good as mine. Perry’s just dropping the ball here recently with the lack of help. Things are starting to get out of control.”

JOHNSON: ”You can say that again, Steve. We’re going to go backstage for a few moments folks while we clean this mess up.”

MAIN EVENT
FLIPP-HOP VS. GOLD STANDARD

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

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

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

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

The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds…

“How many start a journey, but never see the end

I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens

A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed

I sew it up needle head all I need is thread

A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader

The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”

As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds, JAIR …. HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

“I’m out for action what the fuck are y’all about relaxin’?

They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion

And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us

He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers

I just play the cards the way they’re dealt”

The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

VASSA: ”The moment you’ve all been waiting for, the main event!”

JOHNSON: ”In the ring now we have Flipp-Hop, the tag team of former 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins and former Pride Champion, Lo’Renzo Porter!”

VASSA: ”This is a stellar tag team combination if I do say so myself. They came a little short two weeks ago in the tag team tournament but that was only their first match together. The sky is the limit for these two and they have a big test ahead of them with the 4CW Tag Team Champions, Gold Standard.”

JOHNSON: ”We saw a lot of tag teams in action two weeks ago and one of the most highly anticipated debuts were these two. Things didn’t quite work in their favor against Ascended Supremacy from High Octane Wrestling but knowing these guys, they’ll come back even stronger tonight.”

VASSA: ”These two have tasted singles gold. These two also have the opportunity to taste it again at Fright Night. I can only imagine what’s going through their heads knowing that they’ll be in the same match at Fright Night against each other, not as a team.”

JOHNSON: ”Mr. Wallace threw everyone a curveball earlier tonight with the announcement of these two being in the Warzone of Horrors. Who knows, maybe they’ll work together to ensure that one walks away with either the 4CW or Extreme championship, maybe even both!”

VASSA: ”We still have quite some time before Fright Night comes along. Right now, these two need to focus on what’s in front of them and that’s Gold Standard!”

POWERS: ”And the opponents…”

Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC rocks the house as out comes Francis “Freedom” Dart and “Public Enemy #1 Drew Stevenson to roar of thunderous boos shaking the arena to it’s core. Freedom and Drew are both wearing Gold Standard t-shirts and matching gold and black ring gear with the 4CW Tag Team Championships around their waists.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing to the ring, we have Francis “Freedom” Dart and “Public Enemy Number One” Drew Stevenson. They are the 4CW Tag Team Champions… GOLD SSTTAANNDDAARRDD!!!”

Dart stops and makes fun of a local fan wearing a Cleveland Brown’s jersey. Looking at Stevenson, he points it out and then two share a laugh. Drew then bursts into laughter even harder as he spots a sign in the crowd. Tapping Dart on the shoulder, he points it out as Dart’s eyes widen.

I NEED SOME FREEDOM

ALL OVER MY FACE

Dart then points to the lady holding the sign and winks before the two turn their attention to the ring. They both circle the ring like rapid dogs firing each other up before going to the ring. Drew gives the Gold Standard sign as Freedom flips the crowd the bird putting them into a booing frenzy. The two then climbs corners opposite of each other and remove the championships from their waists and raise them above their heads.

VASSA: ”It looks like Freedom has some lady fans in the crowd tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t understand what the ladies see in him.”

VASSA: ”More than they’ll ever see in you, that’s for sure!”

JOHNSON: ”Speaking of the tournament two weeks ago, these two men did the unthinkable. In the first round they knocked off what was left of the Deadly Sins to win the 4CW Tag Team Championships. Then later on the evening they went on to successfully defend the championships in the second round against the same team that eliminated Flipp-Hop, Ascended Supremacy.”

VASSA: ”It’s funny that you mention that, Steve. I’ve been wondering how this match could play out. Ascended Supremacy eliminated Flipp-Hop but Gold Standard eliminated Ascended Supremacy. Now these two teams are meeting in the ring. You would think that Gold Standard has the advantage just by those facts alone but I’m not too sure about that.”

JOHNSON: ”You can’t ever be too sure when it comes to the talent that 4CW has on the roster. That was Flipp-Hop’s first match together as a tag team. These two can only get better with time.”

VASSA: ”Well the same can be said about Gold Standard. Their first tag match together was a championship win in the first round of the tag team tournament. Then their second match together was a title defense in which they retained the championships. These two have been rolling since the beginning.”

JOHNSON: ”This match is going to be interesting to say the least. With a win tonight by either team, it’s going to make a statement in the new birth of the 4CW tag team division.”

VASSA: ”A win here tonight from Flipp-Hop could very well set them up for contendership and maybe even a title match following Fright Night.”

JOHNSON: ”But a win here for Gold Standard also puts a huge notch under their belts by defeating one of the most promising teams in the tag division. Not to mention it gives them even more momentum rolling into the three team title match at Fright Night.”

VASSA: ”This match has huge implications for both teams involved. Only thing left now is to sit back and enjoy the rest of the show.”

JOHNSON: ”That sounds like a plan to me!”

Removing the championships from their waists, Gold Standard then hands them to members of the ringside crew on the outside. The two then talk amongst themselves while Flipp and Hopkins to the same on the other side of the ring. Stepping onto the apron first, Hopkins leaves Flipp to start the match off. Looking on and still whispering to one another, Gold Standard doesn’t rush their decision. The ref then signals for one to exit the ring and as he does, Drew then climbs through the ropes and onto the apron. With both Flipp and Freedom starting the match and in their corners, the ref then checks with both. Flipp gives the official the thumbs up that he is ready and across the ring, Drew just nods his head, signaling he is ready as well. The ref then slowly raises his arm into the air before swinging it downward and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

And with that, the match is officially underway. Stepping out of his corner, Freedom walks to the center of the ring with cockiness. Standing tall with his eyes locked on Flipp, Freedom waves for him to come to the center of the ring with him. Taking his time, Flipp thinks to himself before pushing himself away from the corner. Standing toe to toe, Freedom and Flipp stare into each others eyes in silence as the crowd grows louder and louder with suspense. Breaking the silence, Freedom then throws a hard right and clocks Flipp upside the head, sending him back a couple of steps.

Freedom then lunges forward and locks his arms around Flipp’s head. Forcing Flipp to bend over, Freedom then holds his head down with one hand while raising his other into the air. Swinging downward, Freedom hits Flipp across the shoulder with a forearm, knocking him down to one knee. Freedom then lifts Flipp up from the canvas and onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Walking around the ring in a circle, Freedom carries him with ease before spinning his body around and throwing Flipp across the ring.

After coming to a stop by the ropes, Flipp grabs ahold of the middle one and pulls himself up but before he can get to one knee, Freedom races in and hits him in the face with a running knee, lifting him up from the mat and flipping him over to his back. Freedom then reaches down and grabs Flipp with both hands around his throat and pulls him up to his feet. He then presses Flipp’s back against the ropes while locking onto his wrist and then delivers a knee to the mid-section. Not letting go of his grip, Freedom then pulls him in while stepping out of the way, pushing Flipp’s back with his free hand and throwing him to the ropes across the ring.

As Flipp draws near the ropes, Freedom takes a few steps to the center of the ring and prepares as Flipp rebounds. Coming back with full speed, Flipp is then lifted off his feet and driven into the mat with a powerslam by the hands of Freedom. The thud echoes throughout the entire arena as Flipp twitches a bit from the impact. Standing tall, Freedom looks down at Flipp and shakes his head back and forth in disgust before grabbing his head and rolling him up to his feet. Pulling Flipp in closely, Freedom applies a side headlock and then drags him to the corner where Drew patiently awaits.

VASSA: ”Freedom is using his brute strength to take lead in this match. He tossed Flipp like a ragdoll with ease moments ago.”

JOHNSON: ”He clearly has the size advantage over Flipp. Heck, both the members of Gold Standard have the size advantage over Flipp-Hop.”

VASSA: ”They may have the size advantage but Flipp-Hop has the speed. They just need the opportunity to capitalize on that.”

Slapping hands, Freedom tags Drew in while keeping the side headlock on Flipp in tact. With Drew entering the ring, the ref then begins the five count. Freedom then pushes Flipp away but keeps his head held down with both hands as Drew kicks Flipp in the stomach, lifting his feet up from the mat. Drew then takes hold of Flipp as Freedom exits the ring at the four count.

Slamming Flipp against the corner, Drew then grabs onto the middle ropes and thrusts forward, planting his shoulder into Flipp’s mid-section. He then grabs onto Flipp’s wrist and whips him to the corner across the ring. Crashing into the corner, Flipp’s feet raises up from the canvas and just as they touch back down, Drew takes off like a bull and charges towards him. Closing in, Drew does for a running clothesline but at the last split second, Flipp rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but the corner for Drew to crash into.

Back to his feet, Flipp looks over to Drew hanging onto the top ropes, barely able to keep his footing. Flipp then grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him back up. With Drew’s head still in his grips, Flipp then pulls it back away from the corner and then slams it forward, driving Drew’s face into the turnbuckle padding. Pulling Drew away from the corner, Flipp then drags him across the ring while dazed and throws him into the corner where Hopkins watches.

While Drew holds himself up with both arms spread across the top ropes, Flipp then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over. Locking his arm around Drew’s head, Flipp then flips him over to his back with a snap suplex. Popping back to his feet, Flipp then looks to Hopkins who reaches over the top rope. The two then slap hands, initiating the tag in front of the ref.

VASSA: ”We have a fresh body in the ring!”

JOHNSON: ”Indeed we do, Vinny! They have Drew right where they want him. He’s down for the moment and doesn’t look to be in any hurry to get back to his feet.”

VASSA: ”That hard crash into the corner appears to have done a little number on him.”

JOHNSON: ”it was either that or the face slam onto the tur–“

VASSA: ”HOPKINS IS GOING TO THE TOP ROPE!!!”

With his back turned to the ring, Hopkins looks over the crowd while balancing himself. He then peaks over his shoulder to make sure Drew is still down which he is. On the apron, Flipp gives him the thumbs up and then Hopkins does a backflip in mid-air. Coming down with speed, Hopkins goes for the double foot stomp on Drew’s chest.

JOHNSON: ”OMFG!”

VASSA: ”NNOOO!!!”

Rolling out of the way, Drew avoids the match ending move, leaving Hopkins with nothing but canvas to land on. Hitting the mat hard, Hopkins’ twists his ankle and falls to his side. Holding his ankle in tremendous pain, Hopkins rolls back and forth, giving Drew time to get to his feet. Reaching down and pealing Hopkins’ hands away from his ankle, Drew then grabs ahold of it and drags him to the center of the ring. Lifting it up from the canvas, Drew then slams it back down with force. As his foot slams against the mat, Hopkins lets out a screeching yell as the pain shoots up his entire leg.

Drew then peals his hands away from it once more before grabbing it and dragging him even further to the corner where Freedom stands on the outside. Placing Hopkins’ foot onto the middle rope in the corner, Drew then lifts his foot into the air and kicks it down, squashing Hopkins’ ankle between his and the corner. The ref quickly takes notice and pulls Drew away, yelling at him with a warning. Backing Drew across the ring, the ref leaves his back turned to Hopkins. Dropping down to the floor, Freedom then grabs Hopkins’ foot and slams it into the ring post.

JOHNSON: ”Oh come on!”

VASSA: ”It’s always something with these two in the ring. Two weeks ago they retained the championships with the dirty win and tonight they’re trying to put Hopkins on the shelf for good.”

Rolling away from the corner, Hopkins holds his ankle in serious pain as Flipp is heard yelling across the ring for the ref to turn around. After hearing Flipp’s pleas, the ref then turns around after giving Drew the warning. Stepping in front of the ref, Drew then moves in on Hopkins and stomps on his forehead. He then pulls Hopkins up to his feet and limps him over to the corner where Freedom yells for the tag. The two then slap hands for the tag and Freedom quickly climbs through the ropes. Taking possession of Hopkins, Freedom then drags him away from the corner where Drew exits to the apron.

Wrapping Hopkins up, Freedom then lifts him into the air and throws him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Hitting the mat with a thud, Hopkins rolls to the ropes before coming to a halt. Back on his feet, Freedom stalks Hopkins’ for a few moments before leaning over him and taunting. He then grabs a handful of Hopkins’ braids and pulls him up to both feet. Finding a burst of energy, Hopkins pushes Freedom back a few steps before falling to one knee after his ankle gives out. Freedom quickly gets angry and moves back in on Hopkins, slapping him in the back of the head before pulling him back to his feet. He then drags Hopkins to the center of the ring and holds him in place with one hand while pointing to his right, where Drew watches with amusement in the corner.

Freedom then hooks his arm around Hopkns’ head and grabs ahold of his pants. Lifting him into the air vertically, Freedom holds him up for a few moments and just as he goes to falls backwards for the vertical suplex, Hopkins squirms his way out of the hold. Falling to his feet behind Freedom, Hopkins’ ankle gives out on him once more. Falling backwards, Hopkins then extends his arm behind him while Flipp leans over the top rope, reaching for the tag.

SLAP!!!

Before Hopkins hits the canvas, his hand slaps Flipp’s initiating the tag quickly noticed by the ref. Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Flipp vaults himself up and over, entering the ring. Before Freedom can even turn around, Flipp rushes in on him and lifts him up from his feet. With Freedom held in the horizontal position, Flipp then drops down to one knee and as he does, he drops Freedom across it with a vicious backbreaker. Meanwhile, Hopkins rolls to the edge of the ring and underneath the ropes onto the apron.

JOHNSON: ”Flipp is back in the mix!”

VASSA: ”I don’t even know how Hopkins managed to tag him in. This is two back to back shows with amazing tags between these two.”

JOHNSON: ”Gold Standard did quite a number on Hopkins’ ankle. He’s lucky to be out of the rotation right now and able to rest up for a bit.”

VASSA: ”I don’t know how much resting he can do while this match goes on. He might need to get that ankle checked out by a doctor when this is all said and done.”

With Freedom down at his feet, Flipp stands straight up and locks his eyes on the ropes. He then steps over Drew and takes off towards them. Leaping into the air, Flipp plants both feet on the middle rope and springboards into the air with a backflip. Coming down with the moonsault, Flipp crashes to the canvas as Freedom rolls out of the way and safely avoids impact. Pushing himself up, Freedom wastes no time and goes on the attack. Kicking Flipp while he’s down, Freedom then transitions into stomping onto the shoulder of Flipp rapidly. He then grabs ahold of Flipp’s arm and pulls him up to his feet. With his grip still firm around Flipp’s wrist, Freedom then pulls him in while thrusting forward and driving his shoulder into Flipp’s.

Not letting Flipp fall to the mat, Freedom then drags him across the ring to the corner where Drew looks on. Once close, Freedom then shoves Flipp into the corner, shoulder first. Freedom and Drew then slap hands with the tag and exchange spots in the ring instantly. Drew then unloads with a combination of punches to Flipp’s body , slowly wearing him down with each crushing blow. he then pulls Flipp away from the corner and walks him to the center of the ring. Pulling his head against his body, Drew locks in a side headlock. He then turns his body to block the refs view, giving himself the opportunity to jab Flipp’s eye with his thumb. Drew then holds his head down long enough to get both arms wrapped around Flipp’s waist. Lifting Flipp into the air, he then throws him back to the canvas with a gut-wrench powerbomb.

Standing back to his feet, Drew looks down at Flipp with cockiness painted on his face. He then grabs Flipp by the head and rolls him over to his stomach before pulling him up to his feet. Locking onto Flipp’s wrist, Drew then whips him to the ropes with power. Coming back on the rebound, Flipp ducks underneath a clothesline aimed straight for his head and continues to the ropes across the ring. After hitting them and bouncing back with even more momentum, Flipp then leaps into the air and nearly takes Drew’s head off with a flying clothesline. Still blinded in one eye and worn down, Flipp rolls over to his back and looks up at the ceiling as the ref begins the double count out.

One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Both Drew and Flipp then rolls over to their stomachs and crawl towards their corners. Freedom leans over the top rope, screaming for Drew to pick up the pace and make the tag. On the other side, Hopkins stands lightly on his ankle while cheering for Flipp to make the tag. Growing further and further apart, Flipp and Drew continue towards their corners at the same pace. With both men reaching as far as they can reach, they make the simultaneous tag noticed by the ref on both ends.

VASSA: ”There’s the tag!”

JOHNSON: ”How much more can these four go through?”

VASSA: ”Both teams have something to prove tonight so I’ would be willing to guess this thing would last all night given the chance.”

Climbing through the ropes, Hopkins and Freedom both enter the ring at the same time as their partners crawl out of the ring and onto the apron. Limping to the center of the ring, Hopkins’ appears slightly better with his ankle as Freedom shows no signs of wear. The two then go toe to toe in the center of the ring, exchanging lefts and rights until Freedom knocks Hopkins to his back with a right haymaker. Grabbing Hopkins by the head, Freedom pulls him up to his feet and then turns him around. Wrapping his arms around Hopkins’ waist, Freedom then lifts him up from his feet and drives him into the mat with a German suplex.

Back on his feet, Freedom wastes no time and goes back on the attack with a hard kick to the side of Hopkins’ head. He then pulls Hopkins up to his feet and grabs onto his wrist with both hands, squeezing tightly. He then throws Hopkins to the corner with all of his might, falling down in the process. Leaping into the air, Hopkins lands on top of the corner, almost losing his balance but able to regain it. He then turns around slowly, trying not to put too much weight on the ankle. In the center of the ring, Freedom pushes himself up to his feet, unaware of what’s going on. Hopkins then leaps into the air with a backflip and as he comes down, he wraps his arm around Freedom’s head who has just stood up and plants it into the canvas with a shooting star DDT!

JOHNSON: ”HAIL MARY!!!”

VASSA: ”HOLY SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Freedom is down! Freedom is down!”

Crawling over to Freedom, Hopkins struggles to roll him over to his back but once he does, he lays across him for the pin.

ONE

Drew then climbs through the ropes and so does Flipp.

TWO

Running to break up the pin, Drew then gets blindsided by Flipp with a running Superman punch that sends him falling to the ropes and through them to the outside floor.

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: ”FLIPP-HOP WINS IT!!!”

VASSA: ”They upset the champs! Gold Standard goes down!”

JOHNSON: ”Drew almost broke up the pin but Flipp just wasn’t going to let that happen.”

VASSA: ”Talk about clutch moments, this is a clutch moment!”

“Fate” hits the speakers as the crowd erupts with cheers. Helping Hopkins to his feet, Flipp then wraps his arm around him, taking the weight off of the beaten and battered ankle. The ref then walks over to the two, helps support Hopkins and raises both of their arms into the air.

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners by pinfall, Jair Hopkins and Lo’Renzo Porter, FLIPP… HHOOOOPP!!!”

JOHNSON: ”This was an unbelievable match, Vinny. These four men literally beat the life out of one another but in the end, Flipp-Hop scores the win here tonight.”

VASSA: ”This has been an exciting night from start to finish, Steve. I’m sad that it must now come to an end.”

JOHNSON: ”Don’t worry about it! We’ll be back in two weeks with Adrenaline live from Boston, Massachusetts!”

Flipp and Hopkins celebrate in the ring. Meanwhile, Drew begins to come to on the outside, slowly climbing to his feet. With Freedom still out in the center of the ring, Drew looks on, disgusted with the turn of events.

JOHNSON: ”That’s all the time we have for tonight folks. Be sure to tune in two weeks from tonight as we invade the Conte Forum in Boston.”

VASSA: ”Only one more Adrenaline until Fright Night! Things are starting to get very exciting around here!”

JOHNSON: ”We’ve had a lot go down tonight that will definitely be brought up in two weeks. It’s been a pleasure everyone. From 4CW, I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: ”And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”

The camera then cuts back to Flipp and Hopkins, soaking in the big win here tonight before slowly fading out.