ADRENALINE E36 – TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY (059)

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At ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth talking with one another. Zooming in, both are dressed to impress, fitting for the occasion of this big night. At the edge of the table, a bottle of whiskey rests with a half empty glass beside it. With a cigar in his mouth, Vassa quickly removes it before taking a drink from the glass. Johnson’s eyes widen as he notices the camera nudges Vassa in the arm. After straightening the papers in front of him, Johnson clears his throat as the camera zooms in to officially begin the show.
JOHNSON: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a very special edition of Adrenaline! Tonight we’ll be hosting our two year anniversary event! I’m your host, Steven Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Hello everyone!”
JOHNSON: “It seems just like yesterday that we were having our first event in Reno, Nevada.”
VASSA: “it doesn’t seem long ago at all but believe it or not, it was two years today when we debuted the 4CW product at the Reno Events Center.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve had some good times over the two year period. We started from the bottom and over time with hard work and dedication, we’ve climbed into the position we’re in today, leading the industry.”
VASSA: “Well aren’t you just full of it tonight? We’ve made a name for ourselves that’s for sure, but there’s still plenty to be done. Here’s to many more years…”
JOHNSON: “Try to pace yourself, Vinny.”
VASSA: “Don’t worry about me. You need to take a drink or two and loosen up.”
JOHNSON: “I’ll be just fine with this pitcher of water. Thank you for the offer though.”
VASSA: “You never want to have any fun with me and just get wild down here at ringside. It’s always just business for you. I bet your home life is boring as fu–“
JOHNSON: “I enjoy my personal life outside of 4CW thank you very much.”
VASSA: “I’m happy for you, I guess? So, tell us what’s on the agenda for tonight!”
JOHNSON: “We have an exciting lineup for tonight, Vinny! Opening the show we have Bradley Stevens making his 4CW debut against one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions, Aidan Carlisle.”
VASSA: “Aidan has been on a little hot streak lately. She went off two weeks ago on Bitch TV and we haven’t heard a word from them since. I hope Bradley brought his “A” game tonight because he’s going to need it.”
JOHNSON: “The more important question not answered is who will challenge for the Tag Team Championships now that Bitch TV is no longer with 4CW?”
VASSA: “That’s a good question, Steve. We have tonight and one more Adrenaline to find a challenger before Winter Wasteland. If no one steps up, I would assume that management will throw a team together to challenge.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a possibility as well.”
VASSA: “So what else do we have for the evening?”
JOHNSON: “CJ O’Donnell will step into the ring with Kat Jones.”
VASSA: “CJ has made quite a name for himself since signing fulltime with 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “Yes he has! After that, Rorie Steele will be making her debut against the other half of the Tag Team Champions, Bryan Williams.”
VASSA: “Rorie is new to the mix but damn if she isn’t drop dead gorgeous!”
JOHNSON: “She is very lovely, I will admit that.”
VASSA: “Whether you want to admit it or not, she’s fucking hot!”
JOHNSON: “You say that about every female who signs with 4CW.”
VASSA: “Am I lying?”
JOHNSON: “Before we get into our headline for the evening, we have two more pretty exciting matches in the mix. Johnny Mental will climb into the ring with Chris Madison and Cy–“
VASSA: “Will the streak continue?! Madison has been tearing through the competition since signing with 4CW!”
JOHNSON: “We shall see! Johnny Mental has been impressive himself since signing with 4CW. This could catapult him standing in 4CW.”
VASSA: “It really could, no doubt about that.”
JOHNSON: “Then we have Cyrus Riddle and Jair Hopkins going head to head!”
VASSA: “Speaking of heads, who all remembers that shot to the head Perry Wallace received from Riddle with the chair?”
JOHNSON: “That was terrible, Cyrus turned his back on his new “family” and joined the ranks of Unstable.”
VASSA: “Terrible? I thought it was fantastic!”
JOHNSON: “I’m sure it will be addressed tonight.”
VASSA: “And I’m sure Wallace will think twice before he opens that big mouth of his.”
JOHNSON: “If these first five matches weren’t enough for you all, things are going to get kicked into overdrive with our headline match!”
VASSA: “I have been looking forward to this ever since I heard it was booked.”
JOHNSON: “It’s going to be one hell of a match with the new 4CW XTV Championship on the line!”
VASSA: “Bronx Valescence and Lord Raab will challenge the champ, Jason Cashe, in a triple threat extreme rules match! This is going to be bloody as fuck!”
JOHNSON: “Just two weeks ago Cashe distracted Bronx, giving Raab the opportunity to finish him off and put him away for the win. Tonight, these two will get another go at each other and if that wasn’t enough, Cashe will also be in the mix, someone who both have a grudge against.”
VASSA: “Cashe took Bronx off the top of the cage at Fright Night with the UTI. I know Bronx hasn’t forgotten about that. Bronx was there when Unstable attacked his “father” two weeks ago. Hell, even he took a beating. This is going to be a goddamn war!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget about Lord Raab! He has wanted to get his hands on Cashe for a very, very long time and tonight he will get the chance to do so.”
VASSA: “Medical staff better be on standby because I’m positive they’re going to be needed by the time this thing is all said and done.”
JOHNSON: “And then we have our main event!”
VASSA: “This is going to be a damn good one too. We’ve even going to reveal the newly redesigned 4CW Pride Championship!”
JOHNSON: “Jett Wilder earned the number one contender spot when he defeated Drew Stevenson just a few short weeks ago. Tonight he gets his chance to challenge for the championship as he will face John Austin with it all on the line!”
VASSA: “These two have exchanged words some on Twitter. Jett’s mom, Carmella, used to manage Austin along with his former group, Gold Standard. I must admit, I had my doubts about Jett but he’s proven myself and everyone else wrong since returning to 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “He really has. Sure, he’s still immature but if he can stay on this path he’s been on, Jett could make a name for himself and truly become a big time player in 4CW.”
VASSA: “That’s a lot easier said than done. If he can just keep his head in the game, stay off the video games, and lay off the junk food, he will develop into a better wrestler. I know it’s a long shot, but he has the potential.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget about John Austin! He went head to head with Seamus on numerous occasions to win the championship. He’s really turned things around for himself in 4CW and made a name for his standalone brand.”
VASSA: “Breaking away from Gold Standard, or Gold Standard imploding on its own, has turned out to be a real blessing for Austin.”
JOHNSON: “That’s exactly right and with a win here tonight, he can solidify himself as a fighting champion.”
VASSA: “It isn’t going to be easy for either one, but whoever does walk away the winner tonight will deserve it nonetheless.”
JOHNSON: “Well that’s our lineup for the night folks! I know we can get a little long winded at times so we’ll be quiet and let you enjoy the rest of the show, at least until the bell sounds!”
VASSA: “I wish you’d be quiet for the rest of the night but I can’t ever be happy. I’ve come to accept it.”
JOHNSON: “You’re a delight yourself! We’re going to go backstage folks but when we return we will kick things off with our opening contest.”
VASSA: “Sit tight because we’re going to have some fun tonight!”

O’DONNELL: “Come in…”
O’DONNELL: “I think you are looking for catering. Down the hall and turn left, walk about one hundred feet and the door is on the right hand side. If you pass the Perry Wallace Rent-a-Kid Stand, you went too far. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.”
VAUGHN: “Ha, no, no you don’t. But wait, C.J.- HA! Because your 150-nothin’ pound ass thinks I’m fat, is that it? Must be a pretty sweet high for a guy like you to tell his boss, a former marine, somehow successful at any venture he’s put hands on, that he’s overweight. That HIS boss seems to kinda just joke around for a living? Yeah, I can see it, you get off on that shit, huh? Smug-”
O’DONNELL: “What the fuck do you mean I do NOT have a match? What, did Kat Jones leave Four Corners Wrestling because she realized she was out of her league? Or did Perry kidnap her to show his sons how to properly pound that pussy?”
VAUGHN: “Neither, actually, she had an unavoidable conflict. These things happen. We’re dealing with her separately, as we are, in fact, trying to run a show here. Regardless, you have no one to fi-”
O’DONNELL: “That is pure fucking bullshit. I joined 4CW to wrestle the best of the best and these last three shows, let’s call a spade a spade, my opponents have sucked. Fine put another win in my column then. Here I thought 4CW knew how to run a federation, yet, I’ve had NO COMPETITION!”
VAUGHN: “That’s unfortunate, but not in our control, CJ. Relax, though, it IS 4CW- reputations can’t be bought and upheld for too, too long. You WILL get your ass kicked at some point soon. Little humor, take it easy. You’re a competitor, I know that- that’s why, while I admire your vigorous, visible, though slightly concerning hostility at not being able to contribute to the show tonight, I ALSO know you’ll understand that you’re not getting a W in your column and why. If not, that’s why I’m here. This isn’t a forfeit, CJ. It’s a scratch.”
O’DONNELL: “Sounds like the marine is playing favorites. It is fucking bullshit and I WILL get that W in that column, by any means necessary. Oh, and Jackie boy, don’t worry, I am going to contribute to the show. I may not have a match tonight, but Riddle, Madison and Cashe do. So I say we get a little more UNSTABLE tonight in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.”
VAUGHN: “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my favorite crew of Morrison managed fu- quality pro wrestlers. I guess I’ll be seeing you around, then, eh? I couldn’t convince you that you’d see more victory jerking off than fucking up our show, tonight, could I? Don’t answer that- enjoy the fuckin’ scratch, little-big guy. I say that with as much respect as possible, please, understa-”
O’DONNELL: “Hey Jack, before you go take your fucking respect and shove it up your ass. I do not want or need it. Now get out of the locker room, before someone with the initials JV gets hurt.”
VAUGHN: “HA! I tell ya, I’m truly not playing favorites, but you make it real fuckin’ hard not to. Look forward to your crew bringing in some money, tonight…well, Cashe and Cyrus selling t-shirts, not whatever you are gonna do to try to make up for shitty merchandise and the sales thereof. Take it easy, CJ.”

BRADLEY STEVENS VS. AIDAN CARLISLE
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at two hundred pounds… BRADLEY ‘SAINT’ SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Two missile-like pink fireballs launch from above the ring toward the entrance, igniting the stage in a wall of pink flame. Aidan appears at the top of the ramp as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” fill the theater. She stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights and hot pink strobes. She smirks like a predator from ear to ear as she soaks in the mixed cheers and boos from the crowd, holding her arms out to either side, tilting her head back, letting the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.
“This is war time, this is our time
We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime
We will fight ’til their wills are broken
This is game time, and insane time
Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power, to devour
Let the beast inside now be woken”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring, residing in New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall. She is 4CW’s Alpha Bitch and one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul
‘Cause it’s time”
As she strides down the aisle, she extends a middle finger in either direction in answer to the on-going jeers of the crowd. Her smirk is firmly fixed on her lips as she ascends the stairs and ducks between the ropes.
“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”
Aidan turns in a slow circle, taunting the crowd, gesturing for them to give her more before she lifts the Tag Title high over her head, slapping the faceplate with determination.
VASSA: “Aidan Carlisle has been full of fire over the past several weeks. Something brought about an attitude change and it has been serving her well.”
JOHNSON: “What happened last Adrenaline was just unnecessary.”
VASSA: “Hey, Aidan just proved to Zelda Orion and Bitch TV that what they had to say about her and her partner Bryan Williams wasn’t true!”
JOHNSON: “It was incredibly unsportsmanlike.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Bradley charges eagerly out of his corner first, looking for a huge running European uppercut. Aidan waits until the last second and reverses with a tilt-a-whirl armdrag. She rebounds off of the ropes as he goes down and as he starts to sit back up he’s met with a sliding clothesline that catches him right in the face! Aidan looks quite pleased with herself as she stands again, rolling her neck from side to side and loosening up her shoulders while she circles Stevens.
Bradley gets back to his feet, keeping distance between himself and his speedy opponent as he looks for an opening. He feints with a lunge and then catches Aidan with a surprise Pelé kick! Carlisle falls backward to the mat from the impact and rolls all the way through into a crouch. As Stevens closes in she tackles him to the canvas with a spear and immediately begins throwing fists and forearms into his head and face until the official waves her off and gives Bradley the chance to get up.
Stevens flies toward Carlisle for a burning lariat but she catches his arm and reverses with an Irish whip toward the ropes. He bounces off and uses the momentum, catching her in the chest with a dropkick! Before she can get up he follows up with a leaping leg drop across the midsection. Stevens then goes for a stomp to the gut but Aidan quickly rolls out of the way and gets back to her feet.
JOHNSON: “Bradley Stevens showing some promise here as the match gets under way.”
VASSA: “But can he keep it up? It’s not how the match starts that matters, it’s how it ends.”
Grabbing the arm she had just stomped on, Aidan locks in a vicious armbar, cranking down hard. Stevens cries out in pain and the ref ducks in to monitor the submission hold. Bradley shakes his head repeatedly, telling the official that he’s not giving up. Carlisle laughs at his determination and locks in the hold even tighter! Stevens sees how close to the ropes he is and stretches his other arm out. His fingers brush the bottom rope once, and then he manages to grab on! The referee calls for the break, but Aidan ignores him and forcing the count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“
Carlisle is still grinning as she releases the hold just short of being disqualified. Bradley holds his arm against his chest and gets to his knees while the referee pushes Aidan back to give him room. As soon as Stevens is on his feet Carlisle flies back toward him for a forearm smash but Bradley ducks beneath the strike and hits a belly-to-back suplex!
Planting her hands on the mat to either side of her head, Aidan rolls back all the way up onto her shoulders and flips to her feet with a kip up! Carlisle hits the ropes for some extra momentum and launches at Bradley for a swinging neckbreaker, but he catches her! Stevens transitions her up onto his shoulders looking for a death valley driver, but she continues all the way through and turns it back in her favor with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!!!
VASSA: “A huge counter from Aidan Carlisle! Bradley Stevens looks like he’s seeing stars right now!”
JOHNSON: “You could hear the impact of that DDT all throughout the Panther Arena here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.”
Dizzy from the impact, Carlisle drops to one knee, shaking her head to try to clear her vision. Bradley takes advantage, backing up several paces and running across the ring, stepping off of her upturned knee and blasting her with a shining wizard! He immediately goes for the pin as she hits the mat!
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Aidan gets the shoulder up before the official gets anywhere close to two and shoves Stevens off of her. Bradley is back on his feet first as Carlisle rolls away. He stalks after her, grabbing both of her ankles and quickly locking in a Boston crab! The referee kneels to check on Aidan but she practically shoves him away as she refuses to give in to the submission maneuver.
Carlisle pushes up onto her hands and “walks” backward out of the hold until she’s no longer bent backward beneath Stevens! Crossing her ankles behind his lower back where he’s holding her legs, her abdomen flexes as she performs an inverted sit-up that brings her face-to-face with him. Without a moment of hesitation she throws a savage elbow into the side of his face! She follows with a headbutt that makes him stagger as he struggles to support their combined weight. Finally, she plants her hands on his shoulders and “hops” up to wrap her legs around his head for a hurricanrana!!! She rolls all the way through to sit on his chest and reaches back to hook both legs for a straddling pin!
ONE
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TWO
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THR—KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “An impressive display of athleticism by Aidan as she turned that submission hold by Bradley Stevens into a near pinfall.”
VASSA: “I can’t even do one situp. I don’t know how she managed that!”
JOHNSON: “Even so, Bradley is still in the game.”
Stevens is still dizzy as he gets to his feet. Aidan flies across the ring and nails him with a running elbow smash that spins him around. Leaping up she grabs his shoulders, plants her knees in his spine, and falls to the mat for a backstabber! Bradley falls forward, clutching his spine with one hand and supporting himself on the middle rope with the other arm. Carlisle bounces off of the ropes on the other side of the ring, dashing over the canvas and leaping up, hooking the top and middle ropes to swing both legs all the way around and blasts Stevens in the face with both feet!
With Bradley close to the corner, Aidan leans over and shouts, “You’re worthless!” into his face before scaling the turnbuckles. She raises both middle fingers to the booing crowd as she faces out toward them. With a jump, she falls, both legs catching the top ropes and then flips over to hit Stevens with a split-legged moonsault!
Bradley is too close to the ropes to go for a pin, so Aidan puts her boot across his throat and uses the ropes for leverage as she chokes him. The referee gives her a blistering warning about the illegal move, but she ignores him again and forces another count!
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“
Aidan grins maliciously as she releases the hold and backs away, not even trying to play innocent with the ref as he chastises her.
VASSA: “Carlisle using as much as the count as possible as he continues to try to soften Stevens up.”
JOHNSON: “You mean as she uses dirty moves.”
Stevens considers his options for a few moments, pacing back and forth in the ring before he slides out as well. Bradley stalks over to Aidan, preparing to pick her up and toss her back in the ring. As soon as he gets close enough, she catches whim with a drop toe hold! Stevens falls forward, face first into the steel stairs! He clutches his face for a few moments, hands coming away bloody when he pulls them back.
JOHNSON: “Bradley Stevens’ forehead is busted open!”
“One! … Two! … Three!”
Bradley shakes himself out of the daze and ignores the blood running down his face as he starts to get to his feet. Aidan paces back and forth in the ring, circling like a shark and smiling just as wickedly. Just as Stevens finally gets to his feet she sprints across the ring and does a suicide dive between the top and middle ropes! As she comes down she catches Bradley by the neck for a tornado DDT!!!
“Four! … Five! … Six!”
Feeling some of the effects of the high risk maneuver herself, Aidan is a little slow to get to her feet. She uses the barricade to pull herself up, leaning on it for a few seconds to catch her breath. Stevens hauls himself up using the apron and the two glare daggers at one another. Bradley makes the first move, hitting a European uppercut that pushes Carlisle back into the announcers’ table. He capitalizes quickly with a body splash that momentarily lays her out on top of it!
Before he can get another shot in she shoves him back into the side of the ring with both feet. Aidan hits the floor running and catches the doubled-over Stevens in the face with a vicious running high knee that snaps his head back and bounces him off of the apron before he crumples to the floor! Dropping to her knees beside him, she then throws a volley of punches into his face while the audience counts them off!
“ONE! … TWO! … THREE! … FOUR!”
For the fifth strike she switches it up and drives her elbow into his face instead!
“FIVE!!!”
Meanwhile, the referee is also counting!
“Seven! … Eight! … Nine!”
Carlisle grabs Stevens by the hair and hauls him up, shoving him into the ring and rolling in under the bottom rope just before the ref can get to ten.
JOHNSON: “Both wrestlers are finally back in the ring, and just in the nick of time! Any longer and this match would have resulted in a count out.”
VASSA: “There is blood all over the floor here at ringside, all over our table, and all over Aidan. We’re going to need a clean up down here!”
Aidan snarls in frustration, and then as the official as he asks if she wants to tap out. Bradley keeps the hold tight and the bridge firm as he tries to force a submission. Keeping her cool, Carlisle checks her position. She lifts one leg up onto the bottom rope, and then the other. Her legs move up to the middle rope, and then the top, “climbing” up them until she uses the height to flip back over Stevens and out of the maneuver!
She lands in he perfect position for another series of mounted strikes, but Bradley rolls out of the way before she can start and gets some separation. The collide mid-ring as both charge one another. Stevens makes the catch and sends Carlisle toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Aidan flips forward onto her hands, her back and legs hit the ropes and bounce back. Her feet hit the mat again and she drills him right in the face with a handspring back elbow!
Bradley stumbles back into the corner, catching himself on the top rope. He thinks fast and leaps up onto the to turnbuckle, turning to face the ring for an aerial move. Aidan is already there and jostles the ropes, causing him to slip and land in a seated position! Stevens’ face turns a little red from the impact and he can’t help but clutch his groin for a moment.
Carlisle flips into a handstand and locks her ankles around his neck. Stevens tries to get free, but he can’t quite break the hold. With a shouted taunt up to Bradley, Aidan whips him off of the turnbuckle and into the canvas with a Frankensteiner! She rolls all the way through once more and hooks one leg for a pin!
ONE
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TWO
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THRE—KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “Stevens got the shoulder up at the last second! The match isn’t over yet!”
VASSA: “Aidan fought her way out of another seemingly impossible hold and almost got the pin, again!”
JOHNSON: “But almost doesn’t count! Bradley is still fighting, watch!”
ONE!
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TW—KICKOUT!!!
Aidan gets the shoulder up before the two is complete and Stevens slaps the mat in frustration. Carlisle races at him from across the ring. He ducks the shoulder just in time and throws her up into position for a death valley driver again! With a heave he starts to drill her into the mat, but as she falls she catches both of his wrists! His arms yank into position and Carlisle reverses into a sitout straight jacket neckbreaker!!!
The move leaves them both laid out on the mat for several long moments, but as they both show signs of movement, the official doesn’t start a count. Aidan rolls over onto her stomach and drags her arms to her sides, pressing her palms into the mat. Bradley reaches up to grab the top rope and uses it to start pulling himself up.
As Carlisle gets her hands and one knee beneath her and pushes up, Stevens digs deep for his last reserve and launches off of the ropes with surprising quickness. He leaps high into the air, looking for a massive curb stomp!
VASSA: “Bradley Stevens going for the Chelsea Smile!!!”
Bradley tries to pry Aidan’s hands off of his face, but she doesn’t budge! He strains an arm toward the ropes, but he’s dead center in the ring! Stevens has no choice but to tap out!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Even after the referee calls for the bell, Aidan keeps the submission locked in tight. She holds on through several impatient “requests” from the official to let go before she finally releases Bradley and stands up. Carlisle yanks the Tag Team Championship out of the ref’s hands and holds it high above her head as she circles the ring slowly and taunts the crowd.
VASSA: “Aidan Carlisle has made Bradley Stevens tap out!”
JOHNSON: “But she couldn’t just take the high road, she had to continue attacking him even after the bell rang. I don’t know what has gotten into Aidan lately, but I don’t think it’s an improvement.”
VASSA: “I do! She calls herself the Alpha Bitch and she’s displaying her dominance, Steve!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner, by submission… AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE!!!”



CARLISLE: “Thanks.”
WILLIAMS: “No worries, you did good out there. Now I gotta step it up, show these people how the champs really work. Think we went too far last week? I mean, I literally hit whatshername so hard they left the company.”
CARLISLE: “Too far? Nah, not at all. She deserved everything she got.”
WILLIAMS: “Alright, that’s good. I was worried for a second, we’re gonna have to send more messages like that. Just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
CARLISLE: “I’m not worried at all. I’ll be more than happy to send as many messages as we need to. I may not have broken Bradley Stevens quite as thoroughly as we did Zelda Orion, but I doubt anyone’s going to be questioning whether it was a one time thing or not anymore.”
WILLIAMS: “Alright, well first thing, I got a few things we need to go over right now. Most importantly, we need to think about expanding out. Maybe finding someone, or a couple of people who fit in with our mindset. It’s just two of us right now, eventually the numbers are going to get us if we ever do decide to attack. Know what I mean?”
CARLISLE: “Is there anyone else that does fit in with our mindset? You know me, I’m not great at playing well with others.”
WILLIAMS: “No, there is nobody like us. BUT, there are some people who would be useful to our cause. Maybe with time they can be brought in, help even things out.”
CARLISLE: “Did you have someone in mind?”
WILLIAMS: “Not right now, but that isn’t important. We’ll do some scouting, find out who suits us the best. Now, we have another issue to deal with tonight.”
WILLIAMS: “We uh…We have to go see Wallace, get some business done.”
CARLISLE: “And what business is that? Did he say something to you?”
WILLIAMS: “I mean, yeah he mentioned a few things. And I thought up something too…”
CARLISLE: “What did you think up?”
WILLIAMS: “I think that if we’re going to be successful in our campaign here, we’re going to need some heavy backing. Do you catch my drift?”
CARLISLE: “I hear what you’re saying. I’m not sure that I like it, but I hear it. …I’ll listen to what he has to say. I don’t promise any more than that, though.”
WILLIAMS: “I can dig that, now come on… let’s get some food or something.”
CARLISLE: “Hell yes. I’m starving after that match. The food has gotten so much better since Vaughn arrived. Let’s wreck it.”

WALLACE: ”Fuck with me now, you Unstable fucks!
Knock! Knock!
A few short moments pass before the door cracks open and Bronx Valescence’s face comes into view, looking through the opening.
WALLACE: ”There’s my boy!”
VALESCENCE: “What’s up pops? Just finishing up some Fallout 4 before my match…Got bored, thought about going to pull the fire alarm or something…”
WALLACE: ”Damn, they got you set up really nice in here. Othe best for my baby boy. I figured it would be best if you had a locker room separate from the other, in style and fucking pimp. And no need to worry about those Unstable pieces of trash, they won’t be getting anywhere near you, or me, without a fight. I have security stationed outside of your locker room. I also have about four of those big mother fuckers rolling with me. Let Unstable get out of line and they’ll be dealt with accordingly.”
WALLACE: ”Why don’t you two go ahead and bring that package in here.”
WALLACE: ”I have a surprise for you, Bronx. Here, it’s a gift, an early Christmas present.”
WALLACE: ”Go ahead, open it.”
VALESCENCE: “OhmygodOhmygodOhmyGodOhMygod.”
VALESCENCE: “AHHHH HELL YEAH!”
VALESCENCE: “SUCK ON THIS UNSTABLE!”
WALLACE: ”Fuck yes! I would have gotten you a helmet but then I remembered you weren’t a little bitch. I hope you enjoy. I want you to remember this bad mother fucker when you’re in the ring later tonight kicking the shit out of Jason Trash.”
WALLACE: ”Be sure to take some pretty sweet jumps with that thing. Don’t worry about breaking it, it can easily be replaced. I just want you to have some fun, but most importantly, kick the shit out of Cashe tonight and send a message to those Unstable fucks. I have to get going but I want to wish you luck in your match later tonight and I know you’ll make me proud.”
VALESCENCE: “I will do it for you tonight, dad. And I’m riding this out to the ring. Everyone going to be so jelly of my Christmas present!”
WALLACE; ”Merry Christmas, son.”

JOHNSON: “Well Vinny, It’s already been a crazy night, and I see you are in the holiday spirit with all that eggnog.”
VASSA: “Yes, Eggnog, we’ll call it that.”
JOHNSON: “Makes you wonder what else could –”
JOHNSON: “WHAT IN THE WORLD?!”
VASSA: “I must be drunk, or… I’ve been on the nice list, because I’m pretty sure that Roxi Johnson is walking down the aisle.”
JOHNSON: “Roxi Johnson has returned to 4CW! That’s insane!”
VASSA: “These people are too loud, it’s like they missed her or something.”
JOHNSON: “Hello Milwaukee!”
JOHNSON: “Long time no see, right?!”
JOHNSON: “You look good. I think you’ve lost some weight too! Haha. Ah, enough with the corny jokes. I was just, well, I happened to be passing through, getting ready to enjoy the holidays like all of you, but I had a talk with one Perry Wallace, and he said that… this place doesn’t seem as cheerful without me around.”
JOHNSON: “Now, of course I couldn’t let one of my ex bosses down, so it felt right to come here tonight, and spread a little holiday cheer!”
JOHNSON: “I couldn’t pass up the chance to come out here in front of the 4CW fans, and be in the 4CW ring just one more time, and… I gotta tell ya… I feels pretty dang good.”
JOHNSON: “I kinda miss this feeling you know?! I mean, I remember back in July…. I said goodbye, but I did say, good-bye for now, and not… good-bye forever.”
JOHNSON: “I always wanted to come back every now and again, and since it’s the holiday season, I knew it would be a good time to come back and visit for a little while, like a certain snowman. And of course, he did say, he would be back one day… so… I guess I’m going to follow his lead. I will be back in a 4CW again really, really soon!”
JOHNSON: “But tonight’s not about me, it’s about the 4CW regulars, and them continuing to put on an awesome show! I just wanted to pop in, and say thank you, have a wonderful holiday season and I will see you all, really soon. I got some presents, some cookies, some cakes to share with some wonderful friends back there, and I’m sure they’re getting impatient with me out here, so… thank you again, have a wonderful night, and in case you need a hero… I’ll never be too far away! Have a great night everyone! I love you all!”
VASSA: “I have to be drunk…”
JOHNSON: “No Vinny… that was real. It was nice to see Roxi again, and… was she hinting at a return to 4CW?”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t complain, this place could use another hot chick running around.”
JOHNSON: “Anyway…. What the heck else could happen?”



WALLACE; ”It’s open!”
WALLACE: “Thank you, Bryan. I didn’t think we were exchanging gifts early.”
WILLIAMS: “Just a little something I picked up from London, I dunno if you like Scotch but it’ll fuck you up good.”
WALLACE: “I’ve been drinking Scotch all night as a matter of fact. Thank you, Son. Hold on one second.”
WALLACE: “I’d like to introduce you to someone Bryan. This is Kaysie.”
WILLIAMS: “Hello, new lady.”
CARLISLE: “You rang?”
WILLIAMS: “Look, Dad, I’ll cut to the chase because I know you’re a busy man. I have to get ready, we’re all very busy people. We both saw what happened with Riddle-”
WILLIAMS: “I want to do whatever I can to help…WE want to do whatever we can to help. Having security is nice, but why not have the champs at your service whenever you need it?”
WALLACE: “Kaysie, could you please excuse us for a moment? This shouldn’t take too long.”
WALLACE: “As you saw, I have a crew of security with me now after the shit that went down in Chicago. But you’re right. Legally, those dudes can’t lay a hand on any of the talent unless I’m in harm’s way.”
CARLISLE: “How many of your new security crew have you fucked already?”
WILLIAMS: “I think what my partner is trying to say here is, can you really trust them? Wouldn’t it be better if you had your own flesh and blood having your back? And his friend too, I suppose.”
CARLISLE: “One: I’m not a rent-a-cop. Two: What’s in it for me?”
WALLACE: “Well, well, well… One question at a time. First of all, I’m not fucking any of the hired help. Did you pay attention when you walked through the door. Those are some big, ugly fucking dudes. Sorry, but that ain’t my cup of tea. Second, I better be able to trust them at the rate I’m paying. The mafia trusts bikers for hired muscle, why can’t I? Like I said, legally they can’t lay a hand on the talent unless I’m in harm’s way, but you two can.”
CARLISLE: “I don’t care who you trust, frankly. But you could explain these things I hear about you handing out my address?”
WILLIAMS: “I feel like there’s a lot of anger here in the room, can we focus on the task at hand?”
WALLACE: “I don’t know what you’re talking about with addresses and if I did, I’m going to use my other son’s line and say that I was hacked.”
CARLISLE: “You’re a bad liar, Perry.”
WALLACE: “That’s not true, I’m a damn good liar but I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
WILLIAMS: “Guys, this is not the time for this. This is the season for giving, get some holiday spirit into your souls. Look, we’re here to offer our services, despite what my partner is saying. We’ll be glad to help take out any of those Unstable fucks, especially Riddle.”
CARLISLE: “Well in that case I’ll just head back to my locker room and get changed for the night, since you seem to know what I’m saying.”
WALLACE: “Wait!”
WALLACE: “Have a drink, Aidan. Let’s calm those nerves. I appreciate the concern, I truly do. But I’m telling you right here and now, I do not know what you’re talking about with this address talk. You can’t believe Cyrus. After what he did, who would believe that traitorous piece of shit?”
CARLISLE: “My nerves are just fine, Wallace, or haven’t you been paying attention for the last two shows? I’m feeling the best I’ve felt in a long, long time. But when people try to treat me like I’m stupid… See, I start to get a little twitchy and want to do things like I did to Zelda Orion.”
WALLACE: “Well between us, thanks. That’s one less check I have to cut and room for more talent.”
CARLISLE: “You want bitches broken, Wallace, you’ve got the team for the job, but I don’t work for free and you will level with me.”
WALLACE: “I’m telling you, for the last time, I do not know what you’re talking about with this whole address thing. Cyrus said something about an address on Twitter. I mean come on, it was on Twitter. I can’t believe what he says in the same room with me, so how are you going to believe what he says behind a screen typing one hundred forty characters with his thumbs?”
CARLISLE: “If that’s your story.”
WALLACE: “That’s my story, that’s what happened, or well what didn’t happen. Fuck what that crumpet eating piece of shit says. He’s obviously lying and trying to cause problems within the company now that he’s aligned himself with Unstable.”
WILLIAMS: “So that’s why we’re here. Well, I won’t speak for my partner anymore. Aidan, if my Father wants our help will you help him?”
CARLISLE: “What am I being offered in return?”
WILLIAMS: “Yeah, what are we being offered here? Are we being offered anything?”
WALLACE: “If it’s money you want, that isn’t a problem. I don’t know if you two have noticed but I have put a twenty-five thousand dollar bounty on each Unstable member’s head. I have protection for myself as you’ve noticed. Plus, they can be in more place than one so just focus on them. I’ll be fine. What do you want in return?”
CARLISLE: “Now that’s the question you should have asked from the beginning. For now, the money will be fine. When it’s time for you to find out what else I want, I’ll tell you.”
WALLACE: “Okay, I will be waiting. In the meantime, I have something I need to talk to you two about, something not related to any of this Unstable shit.”
WILLIAMS: “Sure, anything.”
WALLACE: “Well we have a little problem. Winter Wasteland is just around the corner, in a month in fact. Things were shaping up to be you two defending the championships against Bitch TV.”
WALLACE: “Then someone, I’m not going to name names, decided to take out the competition. So now I’m left with no challengers to step into the ring with you two at Winter Wasteland.”
CARLISLE: “Awww, did poor wittle Wallace run out of lambs for us to slaughter?”
WALLACE: “Ha… Ha… Ha… Someone has jokes. Well all jokes aside, we need to fix this. We can’t have a super-card without the Tag Team Championships on the card. So… what are you going to do about this?”
WILLIAMS: “Did you have anyone in mind for us? Or is this just a general question you’re asking? I’m sure we could spitball some ideas around…”
WALLACE: “Well we honestly don’t have much time. We have one more Adrenaline after tonight before we head into Winter Wasteland. So, I thought maybe, just maybe, there could be some sort of open challenge issued to the roster. I have to address the everyone later tonight when I reveal the newly redesigned Pride Championship. So if you want, I could issue the challenge, see if anyone from the back is willing to step up, maybe form a new alliance with someone and challenge you two at Winter Wasteland.”
WILLIAMS: “I’m down, Aidan?”
CARLISLE: “Find us some victims.”
WALLACE: “Just do me a damn favor and don’t end their career?”
CARLISLE: “No promises.”

RORIE STEELE VS. BRYAN WILLIAMS
VASSA: “I’m not going to lie, Stevie, I am moderately aroused. About two to three fifths, I’d say. Three. Three-fifths aroused, this moment.”
JOHNSON: “Normally, I’d say something to redirect you, but goodness, she is a fine looking, sensually moving woman.”
VASSA: “Folks, when Stevie says, “goodness and sensually,” in the same sentence, it means I’ve got a tiny, full mast Stevie-Boner happening not one foot away from me and my more appropriate semi. Rorite Fucking Steele, ladies and gentlemen.”
JOHNSON: “That’s enough of that talk. Rorie is an outstanding competitor in the ring. She may dazzle and distract with her appearance, but she will hurt and maim with her high flying, outright brawling style. That Frankensteele is lightning fast and high impact.”
VASSA: “That’s right, Stevie, a spear with all one hundred twenty five pounds of her smoking hot body behind it, followed by a shooting star press in NEARLY one fluid motion. She can hit it at any time and more than likely end the match. Or, again, she might just make male opponents so uncomfortable with their publically recorded bodily reaction to her entrance that they just, simply, award her the win and wait for her backstage. Word is, fifty-fifty, the chances of her banging her male opponents following the match. She fucked Cyrus Riddle not five minutes after entering the building two weeks ago!”
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let’s go!”
JOHNSON: “OH, JUST COME ON NOW, SHE DID NOT!”
VASSA: “Give or take twenty five minutes, Stevie, you fuckin’ sixty year old virgin. You saw it. I saw it. They definitely smashed again before tonight, at LEAST once. He may be out of style right now, joining the Unstable two weeks ago by hitting Wallace over the head with a steel chair, but the man has banged some bitches. Like, side bitches for his side bitches when he’s on his rotation- only time he didn’t fuck two bitches a day was when he was with Tate, over in AC and now in KSC, up in Canada.”
JOHNSON: “One, Vinnie, can we talk about wrestling? Please. Two, IF NOT, can we talk about 4CW?”
“That’s me.”
“Days of Revenge” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song.
JOHNSON: “Here comes one half of the very much aligned, very much cooperative, very much formidable, very much-“
VASSA: “Maligned. Is that- is that a word that fits? I was sure, at one point.”
JOHNSON: “It’s a very strong word, Vinnie, but sure, yes. Here comes one half of the very much maligned 4CW Tag Team Champions, Bryan Williams!”
VASSA: “I’ll tell you what, Stevie, that mothasucka’ is looking MEAN and fuckin’ STRONG these days. What he gave up in jokes, he figured out how to replace in being nasty. I wouldn’t wanna be Rorie Steele tonight. I’d fuck her. I wouldn’t wanna be her, though- ever, actually, not just tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Looks like she’s enjoying her life to me, Vinnie.”
VASSA: “Yeah, whatever works for her- I just don’t bang dudes. She’s cool. So are the gays.”
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
There’s a fear in the air that I have prayed for.
For my whole life.”
Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low and one of the two 4CW Tag Team Championship Belts slung over his shoulder. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his title for all to see. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is one half of the 4CW TAG TEAM Champions, “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
JOHNSON: “Holding up that title for all to see, you can tell he’s placed a new meaning on that title, a new meaning on his career in 4CW.”
VASSA: “Well, I think it’s a bright fuckin’ move- what’s a guy like Bryan Williams gettin’ paid by Perry?”
JOHNSON: “A great deal.”
VASSA: ”Leviathan is about to live up to his name, Stevie, he’s gonna earn that big ass check tonight. And for a while. That is, if he can get past tonight with Rorie Fucking Steele. We have no idea what to expect, Stevie, she might be a frequent dick grabber. That will put a damper on any new, badass attitude. Especially if she does it lovin-“
JOHNSON: “AND that’s why we’re on HBO, folks. Late…on H. B. O.”
JOHNSON: “And thank god, we’re under way here with Bryan Williams taking on Rorie Bleeping Steele at the University of Wisconsin: Milwaukee Campus”
VASSA: “That was a fucking DICK MOVE, Williams! I take it back, Stevie, I don’t like this new Bryan Williams. God, we had a PERFECT shot of her tits- one was about to fall ou-“
JOHNSON: “Right now, Vinnie, she is a goddamned professional wrestler in 4CW, so let’s call her match like it, eh? Maybe treat her like a porn star, whether she likes it or not, when she’s NOT putting her health and life on the line for these fans.”
VASSA: “You fuckin’ her too? Damn, Stevie, you HAVE GOT to tell me things, I get MOMENTS when I think you’re cool-“
JOHNSON: ”Bryan Williams’ new attitude is on full display tonight, folks. He follows up that warm up superkick to the backside of Ms. Steele now with a STRONG front elbow to the back of her neck. The fan here, especially male ones, are NOT too happy with Leviathan, folks!”
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!!
Seven exclamation points on that last alphanumeric number, because Rorie just took seven STIFF elbows to the back of her neck. The onslaught started with her on her feet, already reeling, and has ceased with her gasping for air and relief, half of her body strewn as haplessly as her perfect form can be, beneath the 4CW ring ropes. Leviathan does not relent, as he begins putting the boots to Miss Steele without mercy and without regard for his 100 lb weight advantage over his partner, Aidan Carlisle’s newest competition for 4CW star most masturbated to by 13-18 year old boys in their spare time. Leviathan’s face of affable, relatively relaxed nature- gone. Replaced by one of dark, though scintillating rage. After well over the tenth stomp to Rorie’s upper back, Williams toes her out of the ring, sending her rocked senseless body down to the apron below. Williams follows, but not before he takes two simple moments to look at the crowd, booing incessantly at him for his first time involved a 4CW promotion, and throws a look- one that insists that “if ya don’t know, now ya know.”
VASSA: “Alright, I like him again. He is gonna kick Steele’s ass tonight and he’s gonna fire away at the rest of the roster very shortly. Hell, the way she talks, Rorie probably LOVES to get superkicked in the ass before physical exertion. She’s a wild, wild bitch, Stevie.”
JOHNSON: “WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU, VINNY?!”
VASSA: “First of all, POPS, it’s not ME, she calls HERSELF a slut! Let me list off her self given or hard earned nicknames for you: Vixen of Vulgarity, ok? Queen of Desire, The Queen of Cock, alright, Stevie, she’s been named THE QUEEN OF COCK. What else? Epitome of Lust, Sweetest Ass in the Game,Harlot- folks straight up, Stevie, straight up just call her a Harlot to her face, and she lists it with internet sites as a legit name she’ll answer to. Last, but not least, she’s backed by hundred of wrestlers nation wide, NOT named Jett Wilder, when she refers to herself as the, “Best Blowjob in the Business. Back the fuck off, old man, I’m just doing my job here.”
JOHNSON: “Folks, the Queen of Cock just- I can’t, Vinnie, I just-“
VASSA: “Bullshit, Stevie, you were a man once. Say it.”
JOHNSON: “The Queen of Cock just directed her fist RIGHT into one, Vinnie, as for the second week in a row, these relatively smaller framed women have had to resort to crotch punching to even the odds. These matches just don’t seem fair, sometimes, Vinnie, and that’s NOT to take ANYTHING away from the individual talent she holds. Like Kat Jones with Jair Hopkins last week, 100 pounds, especially LEAN pounds, it’s just a LOT for ANYONE to overcome.”
VASSA: “League of Women Voters: he’s just making an observation. 4CW would NEVER take away our women’s right to get manhandled by 350 lb men if they so choose. Rorie Fucking Steele could never live without that kind of dominance in her life and we can’t have that kind of blood on our hands. Speaking of blood on her hands, she just punched Leviathan STRAIGHT in the nose!”
JOHNSON: “MY! GOODNESS!!”
VASSA: “You know what that means, folks. Gettin’ the fuck over…here. Goodness, yes, Johnson, FUCKING GOODNESS! WILLIAMS JUST HAD HIS HEAD SPIKED INTO THE BARELY COVERED CEMENT FLOOR! IF HIS NOSE WAS NOT BLEEDING BEFORE, HIS BRAIN MIGHT NOW BE, INTERNALLY!”
JOHNSON: “That implies a concussion, folks! I’m not sure that move is legal here, Vinny, that was blatantly- oh, Chris Salieri, nevermind ladies and gentlemen.”
JOHNSON: “RORIE’S BACK, CRASHING TOWARD THE MAT, JUST CHANGED ITS COURSE IN MID AIR! Williams NAILED her with an ANGRY double kick, aimed toward the lights, connecting with Steele’s back! “
VASSA: “I would say she’ll need a chiropractor, but we all kinda know how she’s gonna straighten her spine out. Lookin’ at you, Johnson. You gross motherfucker.”
VASSA: “I do that same shit ALL THE TIME, Steve. Who needs coffee or cocaine- just smack yourself in the face and draw blood. Good to go for another four to six hours.”
JOHNSON: “Williams, just violently and strangely smacked himself in the nose, as if drawing blood was his intention. Leviathan, this monster, this…this fan favorite two weeks ago, this guy with almost Superman-like virtue- it’s, things- he’s changed. Leviathan is here. Bryan Williams’ may have turned over the wheel and the GPS!”
VASSA: “Lucky Aidan Carlisle, all of a sudden, eh? Williams has got Rorie by the hair now.”
JOHNSON: “Rorie WALLOPS Williams with another variation of Flying DDT!”
VASSA: “I can’t believe how she MISTAKENLY missed that savage superkick attempt by Williams, then had the presence of mind to fire out a SPRINGBOARD DDT in retaliation! Seems unbelievable, but you JUST SAW IT, folks!”
JOHNSON: “Rorie is going for the FIRST cover attempt of the evening!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
Williams’ shoulder fires into the air. Rorie glares at Salieri for a few moments and questions his motives, taking so long to make the count. Salieri retorts that he hadn’t REALLY been counting all night! Having risen to her feet, Rorie wears a look of disgust as she shakes her head and runs her hands through her hair in a moment of frustration. She walks toward the corner of her choosing, and before she mounted the top rope once again, she screamed, very unsexily, red faced, spit flying onto the turnbuckles before her face, “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE THE SOPRANOS EVEN DOING HERE??!?!,” referring to Salieri’s strong resemblance to Christopher, and perhaps Jack Vaughn’s Tony Soprano-esque nature.
“FUCKING QUIT- TONIGHT, YOU SWEATY, UGLY FUCK!!!!!!” All of this confirms that, indeed, Rorie could have a bit of a temper in the ring, as well. Finally, she wipes her forehead and blows a kiss to the unsure 4CW faithful (Men are still enraptured. Women are now unimpressed, because: it wasn’t gonna take much for them to hate her) before regaining her focus on winning her very first match in 4CW against the MUCH discussed Bryan Williams, who has appeared impressive- his intensity and tenacity of beatings stronger than usual. Steele just won’t seem to let him fucking prove his point definitively. While Rorie worked her issues out on the way to her perch, Leviathan worked his way to his feet. Rorie’s head is down, but slowly rising up to face her opponent, still believed by the old Harlot to be laid out on his back, prone to the second half of Frankensteele- a Shooting Star Press.
But, Leviathan- he wasn’t there.
He was angled upward and outward, with his full weight resting on his left leg, his right leg flying toward the ceiling tiles and Rorie’s woefully exposed chin. Without chance to brace herself for impact or even accept it, it was forced upon her- right beneath the jaw, hitting her so hard with a fucking SUPERKICK that it made her teeth click- heard from at least 3 rows into the crowd.
Leviathan’s superkick had so much velocity behind it, and she was so unprepared and unexpecting, that William’s knocked fucking Rorie Fucking Steele fucking the fuck out. Her body slunk forward and toward the mat below.
For good measure, Williams threw a PULVERIZING, CRUSHING knee into Steele’s already unconscious face.
The crowd loses it in their sea of boos.
“FUCK YOU-BRY-AN! FUCK-YOU-BRY-AN! FUCK-YOU-BRY-AN!”
JOHNSON: “That was dirty and disgraceful, Vinny. Leviathan, the monster, has arrived in 4CW.”
VASSA: “Rorie hung in there and honestly, I thought she bested Williams for most of the match, proving she is hot, down to fuck, A LOT, AND is a damn, damn formidible opponent! Bryan Williams, tonight, wins this match in half the time.”
JOHNSON: “Steele is going to have a BRIGHT future in 4CW- just, not any time in the next few days. Williams worked her back over methodically- then, just two VICIOUS shots to the face, throat, and the middle of her forrehead- with that knee- WOO! Call the DOCTOR!”
VASSA: “And believe it, folks. Aidan Carlisle and Bryan Williams, our 4CW dream tag team that just didn’t seem to care for one another recently- they’re back. And they’re out for fucking blood.”
Salieri goes in for the count, a big smile on his face.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
POWERS: “The winner of this match, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
“Days of Revenge” blasts over the PA system, as Bryan Williams proudly holds a 4CW Tag Title Belt over his head, his eyes peering out over the crowd with a new level of self-belief in his eyes compounded by the faintest of smiles on his lips, suggesting almost COMPLETE apathy regarding the boos he’d been hearing all night, as he was now.



HARTMAN: “Jason? Hey man…are you alright?”
HARTMAN: “Jason, are you feeling the pressure with the upcoming Title match? You seem a little..”
CASHE: “A little what? Pick up your talk stick, ain’t nobody gonna hit you. Scared?”
HARTMAN: “You just seem to be nervous? I’ve seen you get angry when the threat of losing is in your head. Is this that? Do you see an outcome where you don’t walk out as XTV Champion?”
CASHE: “It’s too late. Bronx, it’s too late to turn off the jokes, the pestering annoyance that you’ve given yourself the label of…It’s too late to turn it off now. You think finally revealing why you came here, why you left Galveston gives you closure before opening a new door on a new path? Do you know what I think about Galveston Bronx? I don’t. I don’t think about Galveston anymore because Galveston is DEAD!”
CASHE: “Callum isn’t a ping on my radar and do you know why? Because I have no care for the man, the actor, or the Champion he was. But you know something Bronx? Callum and I might actually have something in common! Believe that? Crazy right? Our common is that YOU will never be the one with your hand raised. You will always watch guys like me, guys like Callum squeak by because while you might have the ability to keep up with us, you like all the others who have fallen, you begin to be left behind in the foot race, it’s why you are so quick to take to Twitter and harass people…”
“It’s no shot to you, you have the tools but it’s a matter of using them. You want to beat me but just SAYING I shouldn’t be on your level makes you look like a silly bastard! WHO in 4CW has done more than I? I am the Final Boss LEVEL, you are just at Level One…Like Galveston, you will sink below the surface and begin to drown tonight. Because growing from losses, from experiences has inside that ring? I’ve got the scars, I’ve got the History and I’ve got the fucking present. This ISN’T Galveston, this is 4CW and we’re still thriving…There is NO comparison in that!”
HARTMAN: “Ca-Cashe! Wait!”
CASHE: “What?”
HARTMAN: “What about Raab? Are you looking past Raab as it would seem Bronx is doing? He feels both of you are beneath him and it seems you feel the same about him but what…what about Raab?”
CASHE: “I don’t think anyone is below me..I think people just fail to use all that intelligence properly when they step inside the ring. Raab is no different, he just lacks it inside and outside of a match. Supposedly this isn’t the same Raab? So in APW when you promoted being in WEW, when your old twitter account promoted both places, that was two different people? Are YOU that stupid or do you think everyone else is? Listen Raab, Stefan, Marcus, Jarvis, whatever you want to call yourself and or your multiple personalities.”
“Only one of you can host that body and tonight I put the fear of GOD into your heart. I rip the shred of what either of these men want to see happen here tonight. This is a new era with XTV and I’m not going to be the name that debuts it, I will be the man, the CHAMPION that sets the standard for it. Like I did with the 4CW Title that STILL hasn’t seen a Champion that held it, defended it, represented it like I did and I WILL do the very same for X…T….V….”

JOHNNY MENTAL VS. CHRIS MADISON
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
From stagelight to spotlight, lights in the room drop. The only light is the occasional camera flash, and the four large screens which show a video of a cloud darkened, thundery sky.
“And the lights go out…”
The clouds part, shafts of sunlight pierce the roiling sky. All at once, the Blank Theory’s “Middle Of Nowhere” blares in full chorus, the picture on the screens flash to a montage of Johnny Mental’s high risk moves and the lights rise, on but still subdued. Stood directly beneath the screens, hooded and arms outstretched, stands “The MorningStar” Johnny Mental. He whips around and crouches, trench coat swirling around him, baring the skull emblazoned on his snood as he surveys the crowd left and right.
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall! He is “The Morningstar”, JOHNNY MMEENNTTAALL!!!”
Agile as a cat he hops to his feet, removing his trench coat and draping it over the ropes for a stagehand to collect. He rips off his snood and, without use of his hands, jumps onto the second rope, balancing against the top rope, and throws the snood into the crowd for some fan to catch. He grins, and raises an arm in salute to his Children of the Night, then hops back to the mat, twitching his head and shoulders to limber up, ready for the match ahead.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“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 mixed crowd erupts 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, “Mayhem” CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: “Both competitors are here in the ring and it looks like we’re ready to get this match underway!”
VASSA: “Johnny Mental is coming off a tough loss two weeks ago after nearly walking out the winner in a triple threat extreme rules match with Cyrus Riddle and Jason Cashe.”
JOHNSON: “That was one hell of a match and just when you thought he was going to seal the deal and end the match, Cashe was right there to break up the pin.”
VASSA: “Who knew that later that night Cyrus was going to align with Unstable. Those two could have teamed up on Mental from the start and ended the match a lot sooner but decided to sell it more, get that shock value later in the night.”
JOHNSON: “Johnny will have another go at Unstable as he now gets to go head to head with Chris Madison, one of, if not the most dominating member of the group.”
VASSA: “Madison is on quite a streak and with a win here tonight he can move forward to being nine and zero in the win-loss category.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve seen a few wrestlers come through the doors and get on hot streaks, but this one has been possibly the most exciting one to watch.”
VASSA: “I’ll have to disagree with you there, Steve. The Red Pioneer and even Felicity Banks had impressive streaks starting out so it’s really hard to just pick one as being the most exciting. They have all been just as exciting as the next.”
JOHNSON: “I suppose you’re right, Vinny.”
VASSA: “I know I’m right so let’s get on to this matchup!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Bouncing out of his corner in excitement, Mental makes his way to the center of the ring. With his eyes locked on Mental from the other side, Madison slowly walks out of his corner, calm and focused. After meeting in the center of the ring, the two stare at each other for a brief moment. Growing louder and louder, the crowd becomes electric as they wait in anticipation for someone to throw the first strike. Madison breaks the silence and takes a swing for Mental’s head as the crowd erupts.
VASSA: “Here we go!”
JOHNSON: “He missed!”
VASSA: “Madison blocks the punch!”
JOHNSON: “Oh no, Johnny has a block of his own!”
“One! … Two!”
Slowly climbing back to his feet, Madison uses the ring apron to pull himself up.
“Three! … Four!”
Inside of the ring, Mental then takes off to the ropes on the other side and after coming back on the rebound, he leaps into the air and stands on the top rope.
“Five! … Six!”
Once Madison stands, Mental jumps off the top rope and comes crashing down on Madison with a plancha. As the two fall to the floor, Mental on top of Madison, the official restarts his ten count.
VASSA: “Johnny Mental isn’t afraid to put his body on the line, that’s for sure!”
JOHNSON: “He sure isn’t! He caught Madison by surprise with that plancha!”
The two begin to crawl back to their feet, slow but racing against the other.
“Three! … Four!”
Standing first, Mental quickly turns his attention to Madison and locks onto his wrist with both hands. He then whips Madison around and throws him into the steel barricade at ringside.
“Five!”
Stretching his arms out to the side, Madison holds himself up using the top of the barricade. Mental then charges towards him and hits him with a high leg clothesline, flipping Madison over the barricade and into the floor with the fans.
“Six!”
JOHNSON: “The fans are getting an up close and personal view of the action tonight!”
VASSA: “Johnny Mental is really bringing the fight to Chris Madison tonight.”
Pulling himself back to his feet with assistance of the barricade, Mental then turns back to the ring and rolls in underneath the bottom rope.
“Eight!”
JOHNSON: “Madison is about to be counted out here.”
VASSA: “Well that’s one shitty way to end a streak.”
JOHNSON: “Wait a second! What’s Johnny doing?!”
VASSA: “Johnny’s going back for more!”
With Madison slowly climbing to his feet on the other side of the barricade, Mental makes his way over to him.
“Two!”
Reaching over the barricade, Mental grabs ahold of Madison and then pulls him in close before dragging him over the barricade.
“Three!”
Pulling Madison up to his feet, Mental then hits him over the back with a forearm smash.
“Four!”
Madison then wraps his arms around Mental’s waist and lifts him up into the air. With Mental held over his shoulder, Madison then runs towards the ring and as the two draw near, Madison drives Mental back into the top corner of the apron.
“Five! … Six!”
Dropping Mental back down to his feet, Madison then spins him around before grabbing his head with both hands. Pulling Mental’s head back, Madison then thrusts it downward, slamming him face-first into the top of the apron.
“Seven!”
Madison then rolls Mental back into the ring before sliding in himself and ending the official’s count.
VASSA: “Management should have just booked this match as a falls count anywhere.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think these two would have minded if that was the case.”
VASSA: “Oh well, they’re back in the ring now and Madison seems to have turned things around in his favor.”
JOHNSON: “Johnny is going to be seeing stars after that knee to the chin!”
VASSA: “Madison has him trapped in the corner and can do some serious damage while he has him there.”
Rolling over to his stomach, Madison pushes himself up in an instant and quickly locks his eyes Mental who has finally stopped rolling in front of the corner across the ring. Not wasting any time, Madison quickly makes his way over to Mental and drops down to his knees beside him. Holding Mental down with both hands, Madison then begins to drive his knee into Mental’s ribcage, over and over with force. With each landing knee strike, Mental grunts from the pain as it shoot throughout his entire body. After pounding Mental’s ribs as if he were tenderizing a piece of meat, Madison pushes himself up and then latches on to Mental’s arm. Pulling him up, Madison then lifts him into the air and drops him back to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster.
JOHNSON: “The entire ring is rumbling with that sit-out spinebuster!”
VASSA: “Johnny better do something quickly before this match gets out of hand.”
JOHNSON: “Madison is going for the pin!”
ONE
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TWO
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VASSA: “Johnny kicks out!”
JOHNSON: “He still has some fight left in him!”
VASSA: “Mental with the reverse!”
Mental then lifts Madison up from the mat and turns him around, position himself behind him. With Madison facing the ropes, Mental wraps his arms around Madison’s waist and locks his hands. He then lifts Madison up from his feet and slams him backwards with a release German suplex. With Madison down, Mental then races in and leaps into the air, coming down with a leg drop across his throat. Back on his feet, Mental pulls Madison up but as he does, Madison swats his hands away and then lunges forward, locking up with him and driving him backwards across the ring. As Mental back rests against the ropes, Madison then unloads with body punches, hitting Mental from both sides, crushing his ribs.
Madison then grabs Mental by the back of the head with one hand and after walking him in a circle, Madison throws him to the ropes and releases. Hitting the top rope with his stomach, Mental flips over but grabs onto the rope, and manages to land down to his feet on the apron. Madison then lunges forward with a right hook but as he does, Mental ducks and thrusts his shoulder through the top and middle ropes, hitting Madison in the stomach and forcing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Mental then grabs onto the top ropes and leaps into the air, spinning around and planting his feet onto the top rope with his back turned to Madison. Mental then springboards off the top rope and spins around, aiming to wrap his arm around Madison’s head.
JOHNSON: “The Raven’s Call!”
VASSA: “Johnny is going for the seven-twenty DDT!”
VASSA: “Holy shit, Madison reversed it!”
JOHNSON: “Chaos Theory!”
VASSA: “Holy-fucking-shit!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “And the streak continues!”
VASSA: “This is two back to back matches that Madison has countered a big move and turned it into something huge!”
“You Want A Battle? (Here’s A War)” hits the speakers as Madison quickly bursts to his feet with his arms spread, roaring into the air. The official then stands beside him and grabs onto Madison’s arm, raising it into the air.
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, CHRIS “MAYHEM” MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: “What is he doing out here?!”
VASSA: “Here comes the cavalry!”
JOHNSON: “It’s just Cashe so I wouldn’t consider it a cavalry, but what’s he doing out here?”
JOHNSON: “Come on, is this really necessary?!”
VASSA: “Unstable is proving why they’re the dominant force in 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “But is this necessary? Johnny is unconscious so what does this prove?”
Madison then reaches down and grabs ahold of Mental, lifting him up to his feet and then holding him up to face Cashe. With mental arms held behind his back, Cashe then unloads with a series of body punches before following up with a thrusting headbutt to Mental’s chops, busting his mouth wide open. With his head held low, blood begins to pour from Mental’s mouth. Cashe then winds up and swings with an uppercut, connecting with Mental’s face and as it does, Madison releases his hold. Mental falls backwards before crashing to the canvas with his head hitting the mat with a thud.
JOHNSON: “This is getting out of control! Johnny didn’t deserve this. The match was over! Madison beat him cleanly.”
VASSA: “It’s not about who deserves what, it’s about making a statement and these guys are doing just that.”
The official walks over to Cashe but before he can open his mouth, Cashe draws back his fist, scaring the official and making him flee out of fear. Madison and Cashe then look down at Mental, face covered in blood, and just share a laugh.
JOHNSON: “So this is funny now?”
VASSA: “I do have to admit, it was pretty entertaining.”
JOHNSON: “This is just disgusting! Someone needs to stand up to Unstable!”
VASSA: “Are you going to be the one to do it?”
JOHNSON: “Of course not but something HAS to be done.”
VASSA: “Well just calm your tits, old man, it looks like they’re finished tuning Johnny up.”
JOHNSON: “Good! I can’t stand to sit and watch any more of this filth! We’ll be right back folks after this mess is cleaned up here in the ring.”

HARTMAN: “WHAT ON EARTH … What are you wearing?”
HOPKINS: “Prepared for the bloodbath tonight here in Milwaukee. It’s been talk since the match got announced man. I’m in good spirits, good health. I got a re-upped knee, no damage. I’m ready!”
HARTMAN: “Wow, man … You really went all out!”
HOPKINS: “I been listening back to Biggies “Life After Death” the entire day fam, so I’m ready for war. Ready for battle. Cyrus Riddle gonna get the D in the worst way … and before you look at me odd like you doin’ right now, Hartman. I ain’t talking bout that type of D …. I’m talking about being dominant, dominating that son of a bitch!”
HOPKINS: “We going to tear the roof off and while we doing that, I’m going to tear your head off. You said earlier today when I tweeted you, you said you can’t kill what is already dead. I proceeded to say I’ll take it a step further, making you even more dead, fam. You joined a bunch of scoundrels led by a clown. You really think you about this life right now, man?”
HOPKINS: “You went from Omerta to Oberta … Beef Sausage. You done turned your back on your homeboy to join up with these bums. That’s cool though. Tonight you’ll be the first of the group to go down by the mighty sword.”
HARTMAN: “Jesus Hops … You’re fired up!”
HOPKINS: “Damn right I’m lit …. I still feel that dick kick from Kat Jones last show. I’m ready to pound it out on Cyrus’s bald-ass head. Now if you’ll excuse me …. I got a battle to win!”
HARTMAN: “All yours … Good luck out there!”

JOHNSON: “Up next we have Cyrus Riddle taking on Jair Hopkins!”
VASSA: “I’ve been looking forward to this match all night long, Steve. Now that it’s here, it’s exciting!”
JOHNSON: “Jair was on a brief break after Fright Night but returned strong two weeks ago with a win over Kat Jones.”
VASSA: “That was a good one. Let’s not forget that Cyrus is now a member of Unstable. I wouldn’t be surprised if we see them out here, especially after the last match when Cashe decided to show his face.”
JOHNSON: “Jair and Cashe do have quite a history. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Wallace has reached out to Jair to help in the battle against Unstable.”
VASSA: “He already has security detail. We’ve seen Aidan and Bryan with him earlier talking about fighting against Unstable. His “sons” are all here now with the addition of Luke Jones recently. I mean Bronx, Bryan, Luke and Kat Jones are one hell of a group to assemble, the Wallace Family.”
JOHNSON: “I feel like we’re forgetting one of his “kids”.”
VASSA: “There’s Darryl I’ve seen here and there on Twitter but he isn’t signed with 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “Anyways… let’s get on to the match.”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Right Now (laughing)”
Cyrus Riddle smoothly emerges from behind the curtain with his sunglasses affixed to his face, as well as donning a snarky grin as he raises his middle and index fingers to the crowd. He begins to walk to the ring with a swagger in his step and a cocky expression of confidence.
“I am an anti-Christ
I am an anarchist,
Don’t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I want to destroy the passerby
‘Cause I want to be anarchy!”
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring from London, England and weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, he is “The Archetype”, “The Epitome of Excellence”… Cyrus Riddle!”
“Anarchy for the U.K.
It’s coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line.
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
‘Cause I want to be anarchy”
After jumping down off of the middle turnbuckle, Cyrus removes his sunglasses and jacket, sitting them on the ring post as he leans against the ring ropes, preparing himself for the match to begin.
VASSA: “Who is coming out to the ring?”
JOHNSON: “I have never even heard this song before.”
VASSA: “It’s Darryl Wallace?”
DARRYL: “Cut my music.”
DARRYL: “Cyrus, we’ve gotta have a word.”
DARRYL: “What the fuck is going on? Cy we were brothers. I had your back, accepted you as family. Hell even when my dad was being a dick about it, I accepted your girl, now you go and turn your back on us. AND FOR THOSE FUCKS? What’s goin on? Not only did you cross us, but you’ve got Tate just hanging in the balance. What’s goin on? I think you owe me a few fucking answers.”
RIDDLE: “I don’t owe you or any of these twats anything at all. If you want answers, you have to watch everything unfold. This isn’t about you and I, this is about the bigger picture. Sustainability is a goal, and to achieve that, the methods have to be a bit unclear. Now, as for Tate, that’s a matter between us, but she’ll understand one day that what I am doing is far greater than to hinder progress over a few hurt feelings.”
DARRYL: “So you’d rather sacrifice everything, push out the people that actually gave a shit about you, had your back, people who would have stood behind you as brothers. You throw all of that away to achieve something for yourself? Something, not even guaranteed? We could have OWNED 4CW as a family. You, me, Bryan, Bronxy, we could have been on top of the world. Unstable, they may be at the top now, but the only place for them to go is down, and that time is fast approaching. You made your choice Cyrus, I hope you made the right one.”
RIDDLE: “I stand firm on what I’ve chosen to do, just as you are standing firm in your opposing view of what I’ve done. If memory serves me correct, you made a few promises on what you would do if you ever came into contact with me. So, Darryl…brother…mate…what will it be?”
Darryl smirks, tossing his microphone aside. He jaws a little something towards Cyrus before moving closer. Cyrus takes one step backwards and Darryl notices a slight look behind him. Instinctively Darryl turns while stepping aside, luckily just in time for Jason Cashe to go barreling straight into Cyrus, sending Cyrus tumbling outside the ring.
JOHNSON: “JASON CASHE JUST TOOK OUT HIS OWN PARTNER!”
VASSA: “Darryl must have known it was coming, and stepped aside just in time causing the reckless Jason Cashe to send Cyrus straight to the floor.”
JOHNSON: “These two are going to rip each other to shreds. We need to get somebody out here.”
VASSA: “These two men really want to get at each other right now.”
JOHNSON: “What’s going on here?! We’re supposed to be having a match between Cyrus and Jair!”
VASSA: “Who says we still aren’t going to have that match?”
JOHNSON: “Something has to be done about Unstable because they’re starting to become a disruption.”
VASSA: “I don’t know if you were watching the same thing I was but Darryl Wallace came out here and interrupted things.”
JOHNSON: “Oh whatever! We’re going to go backstage momentarily folks while we get a handle on things here at ringside. Maybe we might just see a match when we return if people will stop interrupting the show!”

MORRISON: “You may want to go ahead and remove that hand from my jacket. It costs more than whatever Mr. Wallace is paying you.”
MORRISON: “It’s just me… All of this isn’t necessary at the moment.”
WALLACE: “At the moment? Are you fucking kidding me? All of that nonsense two weeks ago wasn’t necessary but you Unstable fucks thought it was. I’m not falling into any traps again from here on out. What do you want?”
MORRISON: “You act like I’m the one who cracked you over the head with a steel chair. I just wanted to return the 4CW Championship to you.”
WALLACE: ”Kaysie, dear… would you be kind enough to give us the room for a few moments. This won’t take long.”
WALLACE: “You two can leave us as well. I’m not worried about this old timer doing anything stupid without his posse to back him up.”
WALLACE: “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
MORRISON: “Yeah, you did pretty well for yourself…”
WALLACE: ”I know, unlike those pieces of trash you associate yourself with. So let me ask you again. What do you want? Why are you here, in my goddamn office nonetheless?”
MORRISON: “Those pieces of trash represent the best talent you have on your roster. Cashe has been the guy since we opened these doors. Niobe has dedicated herself to this company since day one and has improved by leaps and bounds. Riddle and O’Donnell were big money names that you had to have. All of a sudden, because they’ve bound together as a united group that doesn’t quite want to play by your rules you consider them pieces of trash? You really are a funny guy Perry.”
MORRISON: “I’ve come to talk to you about business. Chris Madison has run through everyone that you’ve put him up against. I know you saw him just put away Johnny Mental to keep his streak alive. When are we going to start discussing a shot at the 4CW Championship? I’ve sat beside you in the past and seen you reward people for less impressive feats than starting off with nine wins in a row.”
WALLACE: ”Care for a glass?
WALLACE: ”Well if you do, you know where the concessions are. So let me get this right. Not only do you come in here and assemble this little hit squad of people to turn against me, you now want to ask for a title shot for Madison? I’m not saying the man doesn’t deserve it, he has in fact ran through each and every person placed in front of him. But why would I reward him, someone who stands against me?”
MORRISON: “Because if you don’t you’re only proving every word that comes out of our mouths to be true. Not rewarding Madison a title shot makes you look incapable of running this company impartially. He has beaten former champions, defeated John Austin as he held the Pride Championship… Just because you feel threatened by the presence of the Unstable doesn’t give you the right to deny a man that has earned his chance. I’ve come to you on behalf of my client. If you’re unwilling to do business in a civil manner then we’ll just have to consider our options. But I’ve known the man a lot longer than you. The last thing you want is for Chris Madison to run around this place pissed off…”
WALLACE: “I imagine it would be like a lot of folks running around on Twitter pissed off after Bronx ruined Star Wars for them. But I get it, you want what’s best for you client. Let me ask you a question. Where the hell is Dakota?”
MORRISON: “Now what kind of business man would I be if I were to just throw all of my bargaining chips on the table at once?”
WALLACE: “So you’re not denying that you had a hand in the disappearance of Dakota? That’s interesting. I figured you’d sit there across from me and continue to play dumb.”
MORRISON: “I did return the 4CW Championship to you two weeks ago. I know you’re not as dumb as you come across. I at least knew enough about his disappearance to get you your belt back.”
WALLACE: “I also believe that you or the people you represent had a hand in it. I mean having Cyrus run out there and chase the van as it drove away was the icing on the cake. So you take out the current champion, who I’m still waiting to hear from before i do anything with the championship, and then you expect me to just put Madison next in line? Come on man, who do you think you’re playing?”
MORRISON: “What I’m doing is providing you an opportunity to prove me wrong; prove the Unstable wrong. Madison’s body of work since joining 4CW warrants a title shot. Anyone else in his position would have already been rewarded. But because you have a grudge against me, against the Unstable as a group, you’re willing to turn a blind eye to his dominance. That’s bad business; and that’s exactly what we’ve been claiming. You’re no longer fit to run this company!”
WALLACE: ”Unfit to run this company… are you fucking kidding me? Okay, I get it, you want to do something for your client, but you’re also not doing me any favors. Whether you returned the 4CW Championship to me or not, you didn’t return the champion. How am I supposed to give Madison a shot at the 4CW Championship when my champion isn’t around to defend the championship? That’s what I don’t understand. Dakota is still the champ, whether or not he’s here at the present moment. I’m holding out, hoping he returns soon to put you and every single one of you Unstable pricks in your place. But until that time comes, until my champion is back where he belongs, I cannot give Madison a shot at the championship, at least not until the championship is officially vacated due to Dakota not being able to defend it, more so due to him being kidnapped by some individuals scared to step into the ring with The Butcher. I’ll tell you what, though.”
WALLACE: ”Since my 4CW Champion can’t be here to put you and anyone who steps to him in their place, I’ll do you a solid. I can give you, well Madison, a shot at a championship at Winter Wasteland. It’s not going to be for the 4CW Championship because as I said earlier, you, or someone you know, decided to take him out of the picture, and whether he’s here or not, he still is the champion and a match can’t happen without him being involved. So… here’s what I’m going to do. Madison has in fact ran through any and all competition placed in front of him. He did in fact defeat John Austin, the current champ who has a championship defense later tonight. I mean that has to stand for something, right? How about at Winter Wasteland, Madison will face whoever leaves here tonight as the Pride Champion?”
MORRISON: “I think I can sell that to my client. Just keep in mind… IF Dakota comes back, Chris has proved himself the most qualified for the first shot. If not and the title gets vacated, I’m sure Madison will be in the conversation.”



CYRUS RIDDLE VS. JAIR HOPKINS
JOHNSON: “HERE COMES HOPKINS!!”
VASSA: “Normally, I’d make fun of you for screaming in my ear, but I’ll admit, when I saw this match booked, I had the same sort of reaction. Just…yelled, a little, not at anyone in particular, though. Or for anyone.”
JOHNSON: “What are you talking about?! The energy inside of the building at the moment, ladies and gentlemen, it’s ELECTRIC!”
I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens
A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed
I sew it up needle head all I need is thread
A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader
The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers”
As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.
POWERS: “From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred eight pounds, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion
And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us
He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers
I just play the cards the way they’re dealt”
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “We are UNDERWAY, Hopkins versus Riddle, two warriors about to TEAR THE ROOF OFF of this entire Milwaukee college campus!”
VASSA: “Think either of them have bell time jitters? This is a huge match for both of these guys. The heat built ALL week, and I swear to god, if you wanted to cut the tension with a knife, you couldn’t- not even with my coke blade! SHIT!”
JOHNSON: “The two men are circling, neither of them have jumped to make the first move, neither of them have even made it an inch closer toward the other. Just steps to the right.”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins is LIGHTNING FAST isn’t he?!”
VASSA: “He sure is, Steve, the man can thread a needle with his feet!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t follow.”
VASSA: “I know, man. I know- AND JAIR gets a good deal of air there, landing that jumping elbow drop square in the center of Riddle’s back!”
JOHNSON: “AND HE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH ANOTHER!”
VASSA: “WHAT A DISPLAY of athleticism by JAIR HOPKINS! I don’t remember the last time Riddle had been floored and worked by so many moves in such little time.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been impressive to watch, but Hopkins is landing these maneuvers on areas of the body not prone to instant, massive injury from blunt trauma.”
VASSA: “You’re not a doctor, but you’re old as fuck, so I believe you.”
JOHNSON: “HOPKINS going for the quick cover- I don’t think it’s gonna be enough, Vinny.”
JOHNSON: “TWO COUNT and Riddle kicks out easily.”
VASSA: “Riddle’s a methodical veteran, he’s gonna use any two seconds he can to regenerate his reserves. Hopkins would too.”
JOHNSON: “That’s what comes with leadership and longevity. Let the rookies worry about proving who didn’t hurt who.”
ONE
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TWO
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JOHNSON: “HOPKINS kicks out at two!”
VASSA: ‘”Just like Riddle, we said it- that was a flurry of blazing offense that would overwhelm the senses of an inexperienced, lesser competitor, but that was never going to be enough to put Hopkins away. I usually leave the stupid, obvious comments to you, Johnson, but the crowd is FUCKIN’ ROCKIN’ right now!”
It wasn’t long before Hopkins founds his way up to the barricade surrounding the ring. With intense focus and resigned fanfare, Hopkins found his footing quicker than the barricade seemed it should have allowed. Then?
Hopkins takes off, scaling the top of the barricade at almost FULL speed! With a head full of steam, and an ailing Cyrus Riddle finding his footing, and leaning forward, gripping his abdomen and his lower back with a grimace of great discomfort, HOPKINS LEAPS, covering five feet of air, before SMASHING RIDDLE back into the STEEL STEPS with a CANNONBALL! Almost SUICIDAL if missed! The crowd reaction was, in this day and age, easy to call out.
“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”
VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK, HO-LLLLLLLY SHIT, STEVE! HOO-LLLLL-YYYYY-“
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
JOHNSON: “HOP-KINS CAN’T KEEP RIDDLE DOWN! RIDDLE KICKS OUT!”
VASSA: “So far, Steve, this reminds me a little of “Marvelous” Marvin Hagler vs. Thomas Hearns, from the mid-1980s. The match hasn’t taken place for a very long time, but these men have thrown everything they’ve had at one another without much of a break- this one isn’t over, Steve, BUT IT AIN’T GOIN’ ALL NIGHT!”
No, it’s worse than that, in MOST ways.
Cyrus lifts Hopkins into the air, as suspected, but pushes his opponent toward the center of the ring and SNAPS like a viper snatching a victorious, lightning quick blow- this all leads Hopkins to slam into the mat CHIN AND CLAVICLE FIRST! Hopkins had just become the most disrespected man in Milwaukee, at the moment.
VASSA: “DID CYRUS RIDDLE JUST HIT JAIR WITH HIS OWN MOVE?!?”
JOHNSON: “That was BREAD N’ BUTTER- modified to capitalize on the quick strike a moment ago!”
Riddle never loses the grip previously held on Jair and rolls him onto his back, allowing the count to begin before any leg is hooked.
ONE
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TWO
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THR… KICKOUT!!!
The last part of the three count, folks in the balcony could hear Steve Johnson scream from the announcers table.
VASSA: “HOW THE HELL DID HE- JOHNSON, this is a WAR!!”
JOHNSON: “My GOOD- MY GOD, IS IT EVER?! Riddle’s asking Whitby if it was two or three!?”
VASSA: “Whatever it was in reality, time may tell, but tonight, Whitby had TWO!”
Knocking Cyrus senseless, Jair threw a HARD, VICIOUS RIGHT LARIAT into the back of Riddle’s head!
Daydreamer for some Bread ‘N Butter.
VASSA: i”DAYDREAMER! DAYDREAMER!!”
JOHNSON: “DAYDREAMER! RIDDLE GETS A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!”
VASSA: “OH MY FUCKING GOD!! HOPKINS JUST HIT THE OMFG! AFTER A DAYDREAMER! WHAT THE FUCK!? HOOOOO-LLLLLL-Y SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “WILL IT BE ENOUGH, VINNY?! HOPKINS IS EXHAUSTING THE REMAINDER OF HIS ENERGY, JUST ROLLING RIDDLE ONTO HIS BACK!!!”
ONE!
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!



XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME RULES
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
BRONX VALESCENCE VS. LORD RAAB VS. JASON CASHE ©
VASSA: “It’s time to get messy!”
JOHNSON: “You said it Vinny and boy do we have a floor full of weapons here at ringside.”
VASSA: “We have the normal chairs, kendo sticks, barbed wire, and tables. But what I want to know id what or how is that Christmas tree going to be used?”
JOHNSON: “There are even rolls of Christmas lights scattered all over the place. We are really about to deck the halls!”
VASSA: “I love this time of year!”
JOHNSON: “So coming up next folks we have an XTV Championship match! Bronx Valescence and Lord Raab will challenge the champion, Jason Cashe, in an extreme rules triple threat!”
VASSA: “There is a lot of tension between these three and it’s all going to explode here in the ring! I can’t think of a better place for this to all go down than right here at our two year anniversary event!”
JOHNSON: “This will be the last time either of these gentlemen compete in 4CW for the remainder of the year. Let’s end twenty fifteen with a bang and welcome twenty sixteen with open arms!”
VASSA: “Look at that! We even have the medical staff midway up the ramp, on site and ready to rock and roll if things get out of control.”
JOHNSON: “They’re going to get out of control, I can promise you that. Well, let’s go ahead and get right down to it. Take it away Mike Powers!”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Extreme Television Championship!”
VASSA: “He’s riding the hoverboard! Oh my god that is awesome!”
JOHNSON: “Not only that but he’s dressed a little differently tonight. What’s with the mask?”
VASSA: “This whole event has been one big party! I’m sure he’s just having some fun.”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Eastport, Maine, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet tall, BRONX VALESC– … EELLLLLL BIZCHOCCOOOOOO!!!”
POWERS: “Up next!”
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Green Disease German Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!”
POWERS: “And last!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW XVT Champion, “The Troubled One”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he raises the XTV Championship, leaning against the ropes, he roars out, getting hyped up over the upcoming match.
CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH LIGHT THAT SHIT UP!!!”
JOHNSON: “it looks like the whole gang is here!”
VASSA: “Talk about odd entrances! First Bronx rides out here on his hoverboard. Than Raab comes out here with a sledge hammer in hand. Next up, Cashe comes out here not only with the XTV Championship but with a garbage bag full of whatever. I just want to know what’s in the bag.”
JOHNSON: “So do I!”
VASSA: “He has been hanging around an animal farm lately so knowing him, it could be animal poop!”
JOHNSON: “That’s just disgusting but I wouldn’t doubt anything when it comes to Cashe.”
VASSA: “And what the hell is up with Bronx? And who is El Bizchoco?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but we’re about to find out here shortly.”
VASSA: “Two weeks ago Raab scored the win over Bronx, El Bizchoco, whatever, with a little assistance from Cashe. Raab has had a target on Cashe’s back for quite some time now. And Bronx, I know he’s looking for revenge after being taken off the top of that cage at Fright Night.”
JOHNSON: “Like you said just a few moments ago, there is definitely A LOT of tension between these three which should make for an exciting match here tonight!”
VASSA: “Look out!”
The official quickly gets back to his feet and then signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Hitting Raab from behind, Cashe connects with a hard right to the back of the head. Whipping around in an instant, Raab wildly swings the championship and plants it directly into the side of Cashe’s face, knocking him backwards and down to the mat.
Bronx then leaps into the air and onto Raab’s back, wrapping his arm around Raab’s throat and clinging tightly with his legs. Raab drops the championship to the mat and then reaches back with both hands, grabs Bronx by the head and then lunges his body downward, pulling Bronx off of his back and slamming him back first onto the championship. Back on his feet, Cashe runs at Raab and takes a swing for his head. Leaning backwards, Raab barely dodges the punch and then reaches forward, grabbing Cashe by the back of the head. Pulling Cashe in, Raab the lifts his knee up and drives it into Cashe stomach as he closes in. Raab then drags Cashe across the ring before throwing him forward to the ropes, sending him up and over, crashing down to the floor below.
JOHNSON: “Lord Raab is off to a quick start and has taken both Cashe and Bronx down.”
VASSA: “Not only did he take Cashe down but he threw him to the outside before the match could even take off. Raab is looking furious!”
With Raab laid out on the apron, Cashe then begins to pound him with lefts and rights before transitioning them into gorilla styled fist attacks, swinging downward violently and out of control. He then drags Raab off the apron and throws him down to the floor. Looking up, Cashe’s eyes then widen as Bronx runs towards him, leaps into the air, and flies over the top rope. Coming down with momentum, Bronx stretches his body and collides into Cashe with a diving crossbody, knocking him to the floor as he lands on top of him. Rolling off of Cashe, Bronx stops a few feet away just in front of the steel barricade. With Cashe on the receiving end of that attack, Bronx quickly gets up without a single pain in his body.
JOHNSON: “And now everyone is outside of the ring!”
VASSA: “Things started off in Raab’s favor but quickly turned as Bronx and Cashe somewhat worked together to put the big man down.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know if you can technically count that as the two working together.”
WHACK!!!
Bronx swings the tree downward across Raab’s back, knocking him face-first to the floor. Bronx then goes berserk and swings again and again with the tree, smacking Raab over the back with it multiple times. Noticing Cashe getting up in the corner of his eye, Bronx turns to him and then jabs it towards Cashe’s stomach. Grabbing it with both hands, Cashe stops the impact and then pulls the tree towards him, as well as Bronx who is on the other end holding it. As Bronx draws near, Cashe releases his grip on the tree and then hits him with a European uppercut as he walks into it. Staggering backwards, Bronx stays on his feet as the tree falls to the floor. Cashe quickly picks it up and grips it with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him. He then charges towards Bronx and thrusts it forward, smashing it into Bronx’s face and snapping it in half.
VASSA: “Cashe just snapped the Christmas tree in half over Bronx’s face!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think Cashe is into the Holiday Spirit that much.”
VASSA: “I can tell you right now, Santa is going to be fucking pissed!”
JOHNSON: “You forgot about Raab!”
THUNK!!!
With both Bronx and Cashe down, Raab then scans the floor area. Walking to the adjacent side, Raab spots a table not far away. After making his way over to it and picking it up, he then carries it to the other side where Bronx and Cashe are still down. Unfolding the legs, Raab sets the table up and places it a few feet away from the ring. He then turns his attention to Bronx and grabs him by the head. Pulling Bronx up to his feet, Raab then tries to rip the mask away from face, slightly tearing it in one corner of the eye opening. Bronx then fires at Raab with a stiff right, planting his fist into Raab’s jaw. Raab quickly shakes off the punch and then thrusts his head forward, hitting Bronx right between the eyes with a headbutt.
With Bronx in a daze, Raab drags him over beside the table and then goes to slam his head down into it, face first. Just before Bronx eats wood, he quickly plants both hands onto the table and stops his head from slamming into the table. Bronx then jabs his elbow into Raab’s side, breaking the hold he has on his head. Popping up, Bronx then jabs his elbow again, this time hitting Raab in the side of the head with it. Grabbing onto Raab’s head with both hands, Bronx then slams it down, smashing his face onto the top of the table. Bronx then slams it again and again until finally putting Raab in a daze. He then rolls Raab onto the table top and slides back into the ring.
JOHNSON: “I think Bronx might be going for a high risk maneuver here!”
VASSA: “He has Raab laid out on top of the table so this would be a good time to take advantage!”
VASSA: “UH-OHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “I didn’t even see him get up!”
JOHNSON: “I think Cashe might be going for a suplex here!”
VASSA: “With Raab on the table, this will be awesome!”
JOHNSON: “Raab? Speaking of Raab, where is he?”
VASSA: “There he is!”
CRUNCH!!!
VASSA: “HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”
VASSA: “Did that just fucking happen?”
JOHNSON: “Yes it did Vinny! While Cashe suplexed Bronx from the apron, Raab also powerbomb Cashe through the table!”
VASSA: “That was fucking unbelievable!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
VASSA: “Holy fuck he kicked out!”
JOHNSON: “How in the world did he just kick out of that!”
JOHNSON: “OUCH!!!”
VASSA: “Talk about giving head!”
JOHNSON: “That’s just wrong.”
Pulling Cashe away from the ring, Cashe then reaches out and grabs the can of lighter fluid. Holding it up and pointing it back at himself, Cashe then closes his eyes and squeezes. The top shoots off as a stream erupts from the tip, gushing past Cashe’s head and splashing all over Raab’s face. Raab screams and releases his hold as the fluid gets into his eyes. he then begins to rub his eyes with both hands, blinding him from his surroundings. Looking all over the floor, Cashe finally spots the book of matches and picks it up. He then pulls one away from the others and strikes it against the back cover, igniting the tip. Turning around slowly with the lit match in hand, Cashe then flicks it towards Raab’s face and as it touches the soaked mask, Raab’s entire head goes up in flames.
JOHNSON: “RAAB’S ON FIRE!!!”
VASSA: “Holy shit it’s fucking Richard Pryor!”
EMT’s quickly rush onto the scene and before you know it, a fire extinguisher erupts and sprays Raab’s in the face, putting out the flames. Cashe then rushes in behind Raab and hits him in the back of the head with a stiff striking elbow.
JOHNSON: “The Mark of Jason!”
VASSA: “Here comes El Bizchoco!”
CRACK!!!
JOHNSON: “Jesus Christ, Bronx just destroyed the hoverboard Mr. Wallace gave him earlier!”
VASSA: “Perry did tell him that it could easily be replaced.”
JOHNSON: “Things have gotten insane here at ringside.”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
VASSA: “How in the fuck is he still in this?!”
JOHNSON: “His face is charred but he isn’t out of this one!”
VASSA: “How the fuck is Raab still in this?!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know Vinny but his mask appears to be melted to his skin. Green ooze is pouring from the openings. He’s a complete mess.”
CLUNK!!!
JOHNSON: “These three are going to kill leach other before the night is over.”
VASSA: “I thought that was the point of these matches?”
JOHNSON: “I guess you could say that it is.”
PING!!!
Grabbing Cashe’s head before he falls to the floor completely, Bronx lifts him up and then throws him back first into the ring apron. Releasing a howling scream as the pain shoots through his spine, Cashe holds himself up by extending his arms out and grabbing onto the apron. Bronx then rushes towards him but as he does, Cashe reaches behind his head and grabs the trash bag. He then swings it over his head and smacks Bronx in the face with it, knocking him down to his knees. Digging in the trash bag, Cashe then pulls out the infamous tube sock filled with change. he then begins to swing it in circles above his head and before he takes his shot at Bronx, Raab comes rushing towards him. Cashe quickly notices and releases the sock, slinging it through the air and crashing into Raab’s face.
CHA-CHING!!!
Bursting upon impact, quarters fly through the air as Raab wobbles back and forth before falling like a tree to the floor.
JOHNSON: “Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more violent, Cashe surprises Raab with the Change Up.”
VASSA: “I think Bronx used everything he had in the tank to pull that off.”
JOHNSON: “It didn’t look easy at all. As a matter of fact, it looked as if it was in slow motion.”
VASSA: “Wait a second!”
JOHNSON: “This can’t be!”
ONE
Hearing the count, Bronx leans up and turns around quickly.
TWO
Crawling over towards Cashe and Raab, Bronx then reaches out for Cashe’s arm. Stretching as far as he can, Bronx finally lays his hand across Cashe’s forearm but it’s too late for him to pull it away as the official’s hand hits the floor one final time.
THREE!!!
VASSA: “OOHHHH HE’S TOO LATE!!!”
JOHNSON: “Cashe wins it, he retains the XTV Championship!”
VASSA: “Bronx was so close to breaking up the pin!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Looking on in disappointment, Bronx leans back and rests against the apron, angered at the outcome.
JOHNSON: “He was ssoooo close! If only Bronx had another second!”
VASSA: “This is only going to add more fuel to the fire, and by fire I mean Bronx’s quest for revenge on Cashe for taking him off the top of that cage.”
JOHNSON: “Technically Cashe pinned Raab in this matchup so we could very well see him and Bronx one on one in the near future. Winter Wasteland is just around the corner.”
POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW Extreme Television Champion, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
VASSA: “I can feel the tension again! It’s a Mexican standoff!”
JOHNSON: “These two can not possibly have anything left to go at it again. They literally beat the life out of one another.”
VASSA: “We’ve seen fire, we’ve seen hoverboards, hell, we even saw a powerbomb-suplex combination through a table… This was one hell of a match!”
JOHNSON: “I have a feeling that this isn’t over by a longshot!”
JOHNSON: “We have a mess to clean up folks. We’ll be right back with our main event in just a few moments.”

MAN:“What you just saw was a place that used to hold all that was dear to me. My circumstances have changed since the last time I was seen in 4CW and things have only taken a deeper, darker path for me. However, the darkness is something that I have embraced. It is no lie, I stand just right outside of the Panther Arena right here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.”
MAN:“I showed that for a reason, you know. I normally am a private man, but I felt it was necessary to show you all that I’m prepared to do anything after what I lost. I stand here, just right across the street from Adrenaline and I am simply biding my time. I am scooping out everything that is happening in 4CW and I am waiting for my time to strike. I do want to address one thing.”
MAN:“I just witnessed an excellent triple threat match and the one man who is holding the XTV Championship, the very man who makes the UNSTABLE look exactly that…..JASON CASHE.
MAN:“Do I have your attention NOW, Cashe? Heh, you and I are really not so different. We both have had some involvement with each other what seemed like eons ago. While we may not have had a clash in the ring or backstage, our paths, at least to a lot of people, has been expected to occur sooner or later. I figure you have had a big role with your involvement with the UNSTABLE and I have had my eye on your very group for awhile now. When I was running a muck in 4CW last year, I showed and displayed the very same dominance you did not only then, but are continuing to show now. While I may have been away for a long time now, I have only grown hungrier with each passing day. I have prepared my inevitable return for another big dominance, another big run at another division that I have set my eyes on conquering. Like I have said before, there is one man already in the confines of 4CW who was by my side and shared in the conquering of a division that was beneath us. I helped that man get back to his feet and he became successful because of me. So, what is it this time that has grasped my ever so growing return to 4CW?”
MAN:“Heh, it’s funny to hear some of your responses, but I assure you all, my identity shall be revealed in time. However, what exactly shall be the nature of my return? I am eyeing bigger and better things in 4CW. There is something within a division that has never been done before and I intend on becoming the first to do so. I have set the standard in all my endeavors and this one will be no different. Seizing control of one division again is merely one of many things on my list of things to do. I have BIG plans upon my return and I say amongst a thousand of witnesses that I am not alone in this plan. What I have orchestrated, what I have planned is simply one of opportunity for others. I have followers, one of which is already within the walls of 4CW. There is another, completely and willing to follow me into the trenches of WAR! If the UNSTABLE think they are the only ones worthy of dominating a company, I say unto them….enjoy it while you can because a new day is dawning and this one has a cult following. The days of the UNSTABLE are numbered, and when I arrive…..I will BURN you ALL to the fucking ground! I hope you deliver this message to your UNSTABLE brethren, Cashe, because if you don’t……..”
MAN:“I will make the example out of YOU! I am coming back, 4CW, and I bring something more unstable than your dominating force does. I am coming…………..SOON!”
VASSA: “What the fuck was that?!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but someone has their sights set on Cashe and Unstable.”
VASSA: “Who was that?”

WILDER: ”CASHE!! How’s it going Champ! I’m about to be a Champion too, aren’t you excited!?”
CASHE: ”Sure..thrilled can’t you tell?”
CASHE: ”What do you want Jetthro?”
WILDER: ”You know what I want Jason! You owe me something don’t you? My winnings from that bet we made? You remember right?”
CASHE: ”Are you gonna do it?”
WILDER: ”Oh No! Not me!”
CASHE: ”Then come find me when you find someone to do it…”
CASHE: ”Fuck that! Booshit man! He’s not doing it!!”
WILDER: ”Haha! You said I could pick the kicker! It was either him or Aidan…Would you have preferred her? She’s a girl though and I didn’t want someone who kicks like a girl, not for this!”
CASHE: ”Both of them are terrible picks! Let me give you a rain check alright? This blood is drying and my face hurts..”
WILDER: ”Don’t be like that Jason! You aren’t going back on a bet are you!? Take your loss and drop your shorts!”
CASHE: ”He’s enjoying this! Motherfucker I will break your damn jaw, quit looking at my oil driller!”
WALLACE: ”HAHAHA! Your “oil driller”?”
WILDER: ”Whoa..he-Hey Perry? Is that a banana in your pocket? Please say it’s a banana…”
WALLACE: ”It’s a snack! What the fuck? Why would I be turned on other than the excitement I have to kick Cashe where he deserves to be kicked?”
CASHE: ”You’re the one spreading seed with every cheap trick you can pay by the minute for! “
WILDER: ”HEY! Can we PLEASE just get this over with? I do have a Title to win here tonight!! Are you ready Wallace?”
CASHE: ”FUCK if he’s ready, it’s my nuts on the line here! Give me a minute..”
CASHE: ”Fine…come on…Just remember Wallace that Jett won a bet, this is the second time you’ve accepted to be a part of things. You didn’t win shit so this goes on the list!”
WALLACE: ”The list? What list? Fuck your list!”
CASHE: ”The list of reasons why I’m going to fuck you up and leave you without the money to cover your hospital bill…Come ON! DO IT ALREADY!!”
WALLACE: “I’m rich as fuck you inbred piece of shit!”
CASHE: ”AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
WALLACE: ”Ohhhhhhhhhhh my Bawls! WWWHHHYYYYYYYYY!!!”
WILDER: ”This was SO worth the risk of gambling! Haha! Man of your word Cashe! Ha! A man of your word!!”
CASHE: ”Hey you fuck! This isn’t over…This is the fun and games being played but soon? No more games Wallace…”
WALLACE: ”I’ve got security, I’ve got children…I’m not scared of you or that band of thugs you run with! All of you can eat a bag of dicks! I hope your nuts ruptured. Fuck with me!”
WALLACE: “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here! I have to go out to the ring and reveal this beauty of a championship! Fuck you Cashe!”
CASHE: ”My dick is showing in a room of guys and still he gays the shit up just being here…He’ll get his soon enough..ughh…Fucker got me good..”

VASSA: “HA… HA… HA!!! That was fucking classic!”
JOHNSON: “You figured one of these days maybe Cashe will stop making bets because I don’t recall him ever winning a single one.”
VASSA: “If I’m not mistaken, I think Wallace said he was going to be coming out here?”
JOHNSON: “He did, Vinny. We’ve been hearing talks of a new redesigned 4CW Pride Championship being revealed and I would assume he’s going to be doing that before the match.”
VASSA: “Well speak of the devil, there he is!”
VASSA: “What the hell is he pointing at?”
JOHNSON: “More backup!”
Walking around the ring, Wallace looks over the crowd, a little surprised as there are more cheers than normal, could be due to him being attacked by Unstable just two weeks earlier. He then picks the duffle bag up and walks to the center of the ring before dropping it at his feet. Reaching into his jacket pocket, Wallace pulls out a microphone and fidgets with it for a moment, turning it on. He then raises it slowly to his lips and to his surprise, the crowd doesn’t burst into boos as he does so. With a shocked look on his face, Wallace then clears his throat before speaking into the microphone.
WALLACE: “Well hello Milwaukee!”
WALLACE: “Excellent, I’m awake and this isn’t a dream! We’ve had one hell of a night so far and with one more match on the card, I wanted to come out here personally and thank each and every one of you for making these two years fantastic!”
WALLACE: “It has been a long journey to get where we are today and I can promise you, we’re not even close to where I vision this company being in the future. We couldn’t have made it this far without you all. Thank you.”
WALLACE: “First thing is first! I want to address the disappearance of our 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith. I have my suspicions as I’m sure you all do. Right here, right now, I am offering a twenty five thousand dollar reward to anyone who knows the whereabouts of Dakota. That’s right, you hear correct. Twenty five thousand dollars to anyone who can help find Dakota Smith, the 4CW Champion.”
“Now I know a lot of you are probably thinking to yourselves. What if Dakota never comes back? What if Dakota is gone forever? As crazy as The Butcher himself may be, I don’t want to assume the worst. It isn’t an easy task to make him disappear for good so I wouldn’t hold my breath on him being gone forever if I were you.”
“But there are rules in place and they must be followed. To be a champion in 4CW one must defend the championship when duty calls. Winter Wasteland is just around the corner. We have the rest of tonight and one more Adrenaline before we head to Los Angeles and tear the fucking city apart! If Dakota does not contact me by then, unfortunately, I will be forced to vacate the championship.”
VASSA: “Vacate the 4CW Championship?”
JOHNSON: “Calm down Vinny, Dakota has until Winter Wasteland to emerge from where ever he is.”
VASSA: “This has Unstable written all over it!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget that Aidan Carlisle and even Mr. Wallace himself are suspects and have reason to be involved.”
VASSA: “So now you’re on board with that theory?”
WALLACE: “Vacating a championship is the LAST thing I want to do. But unfortunately, my hands are tied thanks to the actions of others. Each and every championship must be defended in order to be held. I don’t know what will follow if this were to happen, but I will have an answer for you all come Winter Wasteland.
“So we’ll worry about that when the time comes. I know, I know, it’s a shitty situation but look, I have a surprise for you all! But before I get to that surprise, I would like to make another announcement.”
JOHNSON: “Another announcement?”
VASSA: “That’s what he said.”
WALLACE: “I promise you all, this will not take long. I know I’m holding up the show so I will hurry up and get this out of the way, leaving a message for all of those in the back. Two weeks ago the Tag Team Champions, Aidan Carlisle and Bryan Williams, took it upon themselves to take out the competition that was lined up for them to face at Winter Wasteland. Bitch TV had come onto the scene and impressed us in their short tenure, securing a chance to challenge for the Tag Straps at the upcoming super-card. Well, two certain individuals decided that they would eliminate said competition.”
“So, who the hell is going to challenge the champs at Winter Wasteland?”
Right here, right now, I am issuing an open challenge to any two people in the back willing to team together and step into the ring with the Tag Team Champions at Winter Wasteland. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care if you have teamed with the person you choose as your partner. I need a team, two bodies, to climb into the ring and challenge the champs. IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE WHO WILL STEP TO THE PLATE AND CHALLENGE THE 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS?”
“I don’t care if you’ve just signed with 4CW. I don’t care if you sign after hearing this open challenge. I just want some fucking challengers for the champs. So, you have two weeks to accept the challenge. I need two people by the end of the next Adrenaline or I’ll take it upon myself to pair up two random people. I know there has to be someone out there, well two people who will cease this opportunity and make the most out of it.”
“Now, let me get back to the main reason I’m out here interrupting the show.”
WALLACE: “So while I was forced to have a new Extreme Championship made a few weeks ago, I got a little happy watching the process. I said hey, why stop with the new XTV Championship? So, in honor of this special event, our two year anniversary show, I have a surprise for you all and the winner of our next match, the main event!”
WALLACE: “In honor of our two year anniversary, I present to you all… the newly redesigned… 4CW Pride Championship!”

VASSA: “Well look at that beauty!”
JOHNSON: “Mr. Wallace has really outdone himself with that new Pride Championship!”
WALLACE: “It’s been one hell of a ride ladies and gentlemen and I thank you all! I know I’ve held the show up long enough so I’ll go ahead and cut this short so we can get to our main event. You all have been a very important part to our success and I cannot express my gratitude with words. I know at times I may be an asshole in the ring but deep down, I truly appreciate everything you all have done for us. That goes for you all in the back, except for you Unstable fucks! So Merry Christmas everyone and Happy New Year!”



PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
JETT WILDER VS. JOHN AUSTIN ©
JOHNSON: “We’re back folks and up next we have our main event of the evening!”
VASSA: “We already had one title match tonight and damn if it wasn’t one hell of a fucking match! Now we move on to a different playing field where things aren’t as extreme and violent.”
JOHNSON: “Up next we have Jett Wilder challenging John Austin for the 4CW Pride Championship!”
VASSA: “This is primed and ready to be a great match and could very well find it’s way into the voting for match of the year knowing what these two bring to the table.”
JOHNSON: “John Austin found himself in a triple threat match with Seamus O’Connor and champion at the time, Brennan Devlin. Things didn’t quite work out in his favor due to some outside interference which led to Seamus winning the championship.”
VASSA: “They surely didn’t go in his favor but weeks later he was given a rematch with Seamus where he then conquered on his own, winning his first championship in 4CW at Fright Night.”
JOHNSON: “I was hoping to see another rematch between the two but Drew Stevenson then decided to take it upon himself and injure Seamus, putting him on the sideline with a leg injury.”
VASSA: “Drew Stevenson is a real piece of shit, but like him or hate him, he brings a challenge to the ring with whoever stands across from him.”
JOHNSON: “After putting Seamus on the shelf, he found himself in the mix for the Pride Championship. But lets not forget, Jett also found himself in the mix by scoring a win over John before he became the Pride Champion.”
VASSA: “Surprisingly Jett Wilder scored himself a contender match with Drew Stevenson. I definitely didn’t see Jett being in a title match so soon after returning but he surprised the world when he outsmarted Drew and earned the spot.”
JOHNSON: “Jett has really impressed in singles competition since returning to 4CW. All the hard work finally seems to be paying off as he’ll have his one on one match for the championship.”
VASSA: “Hard work? Are you kidding me? I know you don’t consider video games and junk food hard work, I don’t even consider those two things work and I’m a fan of both!”
JOHNSON: “He’s found himself in a match for the Pride Championship so he’s clearly doing something right.”
VASSA: “If you say so…”
JOHNSON: “I just did say so. This isn’t going to be an easy contest for him, or John for that matter.”
VASSA: “Well I guess there’s only one way for us to find out, right?”
JOHNSON: “That would be correct.”
VASSA: “Well let’s get on with it!”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Pride Championship!”
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 WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
Jimmy Valiant’s voice can be heard echoing through the arena as “Rocker and Roller” begins to play. John comes strutting out like the man he thinks he is with the 4CW Pride Championship around his waist. John turns around and shows of the back of his ring vest as the announcer does his introduction.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Magic Man” and the 4CW Pride Champion Champion, JOHN AAUUSSTTIINN!!!”
VASSA: “Jett is here. John is here. The newly redesigned Pride Championship is here, along with the old one that John brought with him tonight. It looks we have all the pieces for a good old fashioned rasslin’ match!”
JOHNSON: “Just look at it, Vinny. I’m glad Mr. Wallace left it here at ringside, more so right here at the booth with us to admire during this match.”
VASSA: “It was awful nice of him, wasn’t it? He’s been in the gift giving mood tonight. Maybe the recent shot to the head has change him, made him a better person.”
JOHNSON: “Why do you say that?”
VASSA: “First he gave Bronx a hover board for an early Christmas present, which was then used to smash over Cashe’s head. Then he came out here and presented 4CW with a newly redesigned Pride Championship that is nothing less than beautiful. It’s like Scrooge after he was visited by those creepy ghosts.”
JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t go that far, Vinny. He gave Bronx a gift, the person he claims is his son. We’ve known a new championship belt design was going to be revealed tonight for some time. This isn’t a surprise.”
VASSA: “I guess you’re right. I sure as shit didn’t get a Christmas bonus.”
JOHNSON: “What are you talking about? Yes we did…”
VASSA: “I didn’t. Did you?”
JOHNSON: “Oh look! The official is ready to get things underway!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Stepping out of his corner with confidence, Austin makes his way to the center of the ring, eyes locked on Jett who is still in his corner. Looking around the ring for a moment, Jett then looks to the outside at Carmella and Luiz, who both encourage him. Jett then puffs his chest before stepping out of the corner. He slowly makes his way towards Austin, cautious with each step. As the two stand toe to toe, Austin looks down at Jett, clearly with the height advantage, looking him in the eyes. The two stand in silence, sizing one another up before Austin takes a step back and gets into stance. Jett looks at him for a moment, unsure of what to do before slowly raising his hands up and getting into stance himself.
The two then slowly begin to circle each other, both cautious to make the first move and rather waiting for the other to strike. After making a full revolution, Austin shoots in and wraps his arms around Jett’s leg, lifting him into the air and slamming him to the canvas with a single leg takedown. Austin then climbs on top of Jett but before he can mount himself with Jett secured underneath, Jett throws a hard right, connecting with the side of Austin’s head. Jett then reaches up with both hands and grabs Austin by the shoulders before throwing him over to the side and freeing himself.
The two then race to their feet, Jett standing first. Jett then rushes in with a series of lefts and rights, hitting Austin by surprise, backing him across the ring and against the ropes. Jett then kicks Austin in the stomach, knocking his breath away. Locking onto Austin’s wrist, Jett then whips him to the ropes across the ring and quickly moves to the center of the ring, waiting for Austin’s return. After coming back on the rebound, Austin runs into Jett’s clutches, being lifted up from his feet, spun around and dropped across Jett’s knee with a titl-a-whirl backbreaker.
JOHNSON: “Jett is off to a good start with that tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!”
VASSA: “For a second there I thought John was going to take control at the beginning of the match, but Jett just wasn’t going to let that happen.”
JOHNSON: “These two aren’t strangers. They’ve met once in the past and Jett was able to secure the win. He has the upper-hand on John but knowing the champ, he’s prepared for this rematch, especially considering the championship is on the line.”
JOHNSON: “Jett has become more familiar with his surroundings!”
VASSA: “What the hell are you talking about now?!”
JOHNSON: “With his back turned to the ropes, Jett knew where he was when the ropes touched his legs.”
VASSA: “That really doesn’t say much. He felt the ropes. A blind man would have know where he was, not to mention, Jett could see everything else so it wasn’t hard for him to figure out where he was.”
JOHNSON: “What’s wrong with you?”
VASSA: “Nothing Captain Obvious, just pointing out how dumb you sound right now.”
ONE
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TW–
Austin kicks out before the ref can even finish the two count. Looking up at the ref, Jett across Austin’s body at him before standing to his feet. Pleading his case, Jett argues with the official, insinuating a slow count but the ref stands his ground and more importantly, stands behind his ruling.
VASSA: “What are you doing Jett?!”
JOHNSON: “He doesn’t look pleased with the officials count.”
VASSA: “Tell us something that we don’t already know Steve!”
JOHNSON: “And just like that, the tables have turned and John is in control!”
VASSA: “John is looking to take things vertical!”
JOHNSON: “He has Jett right where he wants him!”
VASSA: “Lift off!”
JOHNSON: “Hail to the king Baby!”
VASSA: “DDAAAAAAAAMMNN!!!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
JOHNSON: “NNOOOO!!!”
VASSA: “Jett kicked out!”
As Jett bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles forward, Austin side steps him and positions himself behind Jett. After wrapping his arms around Jett’s waist, Austin drives his legs, pushing Jett forward and towards the center of the ring. He then lifts Jett up from his feet and slams him to the mat with a German suplex. With his hands still locked and arms around Jett’s waist, Austin slowly climbs back to his feet, pulling Jett up as well. He then lifts Jett up again and drives him into the mat with another German suplex. As the ring slowly stops shaking, Austin then slowly works his way back up again, arms still wrapped around Jett and pulling him up for a second time.
VASSA: “I think John is going for that triple German suplex combination he likes to use so much.”
JOHNSON: “That would be the Tres Diablos and I believe you hit the nail right on the head, Vinny!”
VASSA: “Oh shit, Jett countered!”
JOHNSON: “He slipped right out of that third German suplex and quickly turned it into a bulldog!”
JOHNSON: “Jett’s going for a crossbody!”
VASSA: “Watch out John!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
At the last possible moment, Austin kicks out of the pin. Looking up in shock, Jett can’t believe Austin just kicked out. Instead of arguing with the ref, Jett pushes himself up and keeps his attention locked on Austin.
JOHNSON: “I can’t believe John just kicked out of the Jett Plane.”
VASSA: “Believe it or not, that just happened!”
JOHNSON: “He’s wasting precious time!”
VASSA: “He’s being an entertainer! He has to make sure the crowd is staying locked in on the action and not getting bored.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve seen this time and time again. He’s going to end up giving John more than enough time to get back to his feet.”
JOHNSON: “The Swag Splash!”
VASSA: “He connected!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: “Jett’s done it! Jett has won the Pride Championship!”
JOHNSON: “We have a new champion ladies and gentlemen!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW Pride Champion, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
VASSA: “Well isn’t that cute?”
JOHNSON: “This is a big moment in his life, let him enjoy it with loved ones.”
VASSA: “It’s about time he starts acting more like a man and less like a child. Hopefully that Pride Championship will do him some good and help him mature.”
JOHNSON: “Oh stop it!”
VASSA: “I’m dead fucking serious!”
JOHNSON: “Leave it to you to rain on someone’s parade. Well folks, it’s been one exciting evening from start to finish!”
VASSA: “Did you expect anything less?”
JOHNSON: “As a matter of fact I did not.”
VASSA: “Good! This was a big night for us and more importantly, 4CW! I’m just glad to be here on this special occasion as we celebrated two years and opened the door for many more to come.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been fun and I too am looking forward to many more great years of 4CW action. We’ve seen a lot over the years, the ups and the downs, but more so the ups that outweigh the bad.”
VASSA: “It ain’t all peaches and cream. This is a cut throat business but 4CW has proven to be a staple in the industry.”
JOHNSON: “Well that’s it for tonight folks. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we have one more Adrenaline between now and Winter Wasteland.”
VASSA: “Get your act together, Jett! You’ll be defending soon against the likes of Chris Madison.”
JOHNSON: “That’s all the time we have ladies and gents. We’ll see you in two weeks as we kick off twenty thirteen and the third year of 4CW action!”
VASSA: “They say third time’s a charm so I’m expecting this next year to be breath taking from start to finish!”
JOHNSON: “You and me both, Vinny, you and me both. Thanks for joining us this evening and to those of you sitting at home watching, Happy Holidays. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Merry Christmas!”
“4-C-W! … 4-C-W! … 4-C-W! … 4-C-W! … 4-C-W!”
Zooming in for a closer view, the camera focuses on Jett before slowly capturing only the Pride Championship in the picture. As the chanting continues in the background, the picture slowly fades to block before the official advertisement for Winter Wasteland appears on the screen to close the show.
