FATE E04 (060)


FATE E04 [060]
KLOTSCHE CENTER MILWAUKEE, WI
JANUARY 1ST, 2016

As Fate opens the cameras fade on the door to the office of GM Bethany Bailey, as noted by the pristine nameplate fixed on the wooden surface. The door swings inward but the angle doesn’t allow for a visual on just who has entered without knocking. Bethany is seated at her desk wearing a black skirt and blazer with a red silk blouse beneath. The powerfully built blonde looks up from her paperwork and the expression on her face changes from curiosity to loathing.

BAILEY: “What the hell are you doing here?”

The shot widens to reveal none other than Tag Team Champion Aidan Carlisle helping herself to one of the chairs in front of the large desk. She crosses one leg over the other with a smile fixed firmly on her lips. She doesn’t answer until her hands are folded neatly in her lap.

CARLISLE: “Is that any way to say hello? We haven’t seen each other in ages.”

BAILEY: “You have no business on my show. Get out of my office.”

CARLISLE: “Oh come on now, you’re not still sour about that time I kissed your husband for that music video, now are you? It was just work.”

BAILEY: “I said get out!”

Aidan gives a dramatic sigh at Bethany’s stubbornness. She sits up, uncrossing her legs, and leans forward with her elbows on her knees.

CARLISLE: “Uncharacteristic as it is of me, Bethany, I didn’t come here for a fight. We’ve never seen eye to eye, but we both stuck through some really shitty places in the past. Let’s not be enemies over old business choices.”

BAILEY: “What do you want?”

CARLISLE: “I have a business proposition for you.”

BAILEY: “And just what is that?”

Finally relaxing a bit, Aidan leans back in the chair again. She doesn’t re-cross her legs, but her hands move to rest on the arm of the chair. Before she can speak, Bethany looks up to the cameras.

BAILEY: “Out”

The crew backs out of the office and the door closes after them, leaving the scene to fade on the image of the nameplate upon the door.

MATTHEWS: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Ronnie Matthews.”

GRIFFIN: “And I am Demi Griffin. As we just saw, Adrenaline wrestler and one half of the Tag Team Champions, Aidan Carlisle is paying a little visit to Fate tonight. We don’t know why she is here, but she seems to have a suggestion for GM Bethany Bailey.”

MATTHEWS: “The two have wrestled for the same companies in the past and weren’t always known for getting along. I have to wonder just what Aidan would suggest that Bethany might be interested in. What does it mean for Fate?”

GRIFFIN: “Or does it mean anything at all? You really never know around here.”

MATTHEWS: “One thing we do know is that tonight is full of big matches. Not only do we have to qualifying matches for title contendership, but Drew Stevenson is making his Fate debut.”

GRIFFIN: “And it’s against the current Champion, Niobe Martin! That will be our Main Event for the evening, but we are starting off with an unlikely match of friend against friend. It’s time for our opener!”

JACE SAVAGE VS. TANYA BLACK

The arena goes dark as green and gold lights flash across the arena. “My Time” by Fabulous begins to play on the PA system and the crowd starts cheering. The lights come back on and Jace is standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He starts to point at himself with his two thumbs then switches it and starts pointing hiss index fingers at the crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds… Jaaace Savaaage!!!”

Jace makes his way to the ring and shakes a few hands before finally reaching the steps. Jace jogs up the stairs and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring. Once in the ring Jace walks over to a turn buckle and repeats the motion with his thumbs pointing at himself then his index fingers pointing at the crowd.

The video screen lights up with beautiful images of Angels though all their wings are black mixed with footage of Tanya Black wrestling as we hear the opening of “City Of Heroes” by Kiske & Somerville. After a moment out emerges Tanya Black causing a big pop from the audience.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds… she is ‘The Sinful Angel,’ Tanyaaa Blaaack!!!”

Waving to the fans and shaking a few hands she takes her time getting to the ring, all smiles and upon entering the ring does a dance for the fans before mounting each turnbuckle in turn and bowing in respect to the audience as the song winds down. Once the song ends Tanya Black faces the center of the ring and stretches out her neck and shoulders.

GRIFFIN: “This might be our one and only ‘friendly competition’ match this evening. Jace and Tanya seemed to hit it off backstage at our last show.”

MATTHEWS: “Indeed they did, and for the most part their words to one another in the interim have been cordial.”

GRIFFIN: “Despite a possible budding friendship, however, both have also promised to bring their best this evening.”

MATTHEWS: “Time to see if that friendship really can survive, because only one of them can walk away the victor this evening in our opening match.”

The referee checks with Tanya first, then with Jace, and calls for the bell as both sides indicate they are ready to begin.

DING!!! DING!!!

The two step out of their corners, cautiously keeping an eye on one another as they close in on the center of the ring. Jace feints with a lunge and Tanya hops back lightly on her feet. They complete almost a full revolution of the ring before Savage lunges forward again. Black is prepared and whips him to the mat with a hip toss! She starts to lock in a sleeper hold, but Jace quickly breaks away. As he surges to his feet he catches her by surprise with a big European uppercut to the jaw!

MATTHEWS: “Jace and Tanya both starting off strong, keeping a level head and looking for their openings.”

GRIFFIN: “Savage does have the size advantage, but Black has proven she knows how to play it smart.”

Tanya stumbles but comes flying right back, and into a sit-out spinebuster from Savage! Black is slightly slower to get to her feet, but gets there nonetheless. Jace stalks forward, looking to use his size to his advantage, but Tanya catches him with a reverse neckbreaker! The moment he starts to stand she nails him with a running dropkick that knocks him to the mat in the corner. Backing all the way across the ring, Tanya sprints forward and catches him with double diving knee to the chest!!! Black starts to go for the pin but Savage throws a shoulder up before the official can even begin counting.

GRIFFIN: “No dice for Tanya!”

MATTHEWS: “She mounted a very impressive offense, but it wasn’t quite enough to put Savage away just yet.”

Tanya tries to capitalize and surges forward at Jace as he is starting to stand. Savage is prepared, however, and catches her for a DDT! As Black rolls onto her back after the impact, he delivers two stiff stomps right to the midsection. He hauls her up to her feet and drives her back toward the corner with a massive chop across the chest, followed by a second, and a third! Tanya collides with the turnbuckles after a forearm from Savage finishes off the volley. With impressive agility for a man of his size, Jace hops up and hooks her head with his legs, whipping her out of the corner with a hurricanrana that he rolls through, right into a pin!

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KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Tanya gets the shoulder up!”

GRIFFIN: “So close, but Tanya Black is still in the match! Jace Savage hasn’t put her away yet.”

As Savage starts to stand, Black catches him with a Russian legsweep! He falls back hard into the corner and drops to the canvas. Tanya is already on her feet and across the ring for another running maneuver, this time hitting him with a bronco buster! With Jace still down in the corner, she goes for a low kick, but he catches her leg! Black immediately reverses with an enziguri to break free! Both competitors hit their feet at the same time and lock up in the middle of the ring. Tanya throws a headbutt right into Jace’s face! Savage uses his strength to break the hold and drive her back, following up with a kitchen sink!

GRIFFIN: “Did you hear that impact?!”

MATTHEWS: “Tanya is looking dizzy, having a hard time getting her arms and legs to move like she wants them too. She’s in a bad position right now, and Jace is looking to take advantage.”

Savage backs across the ring as Black struggles to get to her feet. As soon as she stands, he hits the middle rope and sails off!

MATTHEWS: “Jace going for the Savage Punch!!! …Wait!!!”

Tanya sidesteps the punch at the last moment!!! Black hits the ropes herself just as Savage recovers his balance, both hands catching the back of his head and driving him to the mat with sit-out face buster! She rolls all the way through for a straddling pin, leaning back to hook both legs!!!

GRIFFIN: “Divine Kiss by Tanya Black!”

The official slides in for the count!

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THREE!!!

The ref helps Tanya to her feet and holds her hand in the air while signaling for the bell.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner… Tanyaaa Blaaack!!!”

MATTHEWS: “Jace put up a hell of a fight, but in the end it was Tanya who came out victorious. We’ll see what this spells for that newfound friendship in the weeks to come.”

As Jace gets to his feet, he takes Tanya’s other hand and holds it in the air as well. The two turn to face each other and shake hands, showing that there are no hard feelings between them. As “City of Heroes” plays once again, the two head backstage together.

GRIFFIN: “Either way, Savage will be heading into the number one contendership match for the Fate Championship at the next show, along with whomever wins the two qualifying matches later tonight. This may have been a minor setback, but he certainly has something to look forward to in the coming weeks.”

MATTHEWS: “Very true. Whoever wins the contendership match at the next Fate will go on to face Niobe Martin for the championship at Winter Wasteland.”

We are in the locker room of El Futuro, but no one is there. The only thing was see if the Mexican Warriors mask sitting in the light when we hear a voice.

UNKNOWN: “Keep playing this game Futuro, keep pretending to be something that you are not. Keep acting like you don’t know who you really are. This is a very deadly game that you are playing Futuro. One that isn’t going to end well for you and you know it. So you keep hiding. You keep letting people believe that you are some type of Hero. Because we both know that the villain is soon to arrive. We both know that your days are soon going to be numbered and there isn’t a thing that you can do about it Futuro. You just have to accept your fate that you have written. Futuro I’m always watching, ALWAYS.”

The lights flicker and we see a hand holding the mask the hand then squeezes it in his fist.

UNKNOWN: “I will destroy you Futuro. You will be a thing of the past in due time. So you live in this present moment of denial. Because the future is not bright for you Futuro.”

The lights flicker again and when they come back on the room is empty including the mask. We exit the lockroom and there stand the Mexican Warrior himself El Futuro.

EL FUTURO: “Ladies and Gentleman you are ready for a show? Are you ready to see the warrior that you love go out there and take on Istvan? Are you ready to see the high flyer, risk taker amaze you all once again? Because if my watch is correct its show time baby.”

El Futuro runs off to the ring.

GRIFFIN: “The next match is a qualifier for the number one contendership battle that Bethany Bailey has set in motion. Jace Savage was the first to qualify, and there are two more matches tonight to help determine who will have a chance to take the Fate Championship away from Niobe Martin.”

MATTHEWS: “Both of these two have really been putting on fantastic matches here on Fate, and their efforts have been rewarded. Bethany may be tough, but you can’t say that she isn’t fair.”

GRIFFIN: “But who will it be that gets one step closer to their goal, El Futuro, or Istvan Bathory?”

MATTHEWS: “Let’s find out.”

EL FUTURO VS. ISTVAN BATHORY

“Smoke Every Day” by Brown Shady plays over the speakers as red, white, and green lights begin flashing in sync.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds… Eeel Futuuuro!!!”

El Futuro runs out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, he then goes to each corner and stands at the top, saluting the crowd.

A full moon pops on the big screen, with clouds moving in front of it, and a wolf howls in the distance. Then the Violin solo begins…

POWERS: “And his opponent, coming to the ring from Budapest, Hungary, weighing in at three hundred ten pounds… he is ‘Wolfsbane,’ Istvaaan Bathooory!!!”

Slow at first as Wolfsbane comes to ringside, playing the violin, moving in slow circles as he half walks, half dances, engrossed in his own playing. He’s in no hurry, and he ignores the crowd, staying just out of reach until he gets to the ringside area, whereupon he sets down the violin for an usher to carry his beloved instrument back to the dressing room. He removes his earring, his vest, shirt, belt and sash, almost oblivious to his opponent, or so it would seem. When he is ready for the ring, he twirls one side of his handlebar mustache, and takes a few shadow boxing punches to get himself warmed up.

With a quick check at both corners, the referee calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Wolfsbane bull rushes out of his corner first, barely giving El Futuro time to make a move before driving him back into the turnbuckles with a forearm smash. Bathory goes for a second but El Futuro is quick on his feet and ducks around for a swinging neckbreaker that gets himself out of the corner. As Istvan goes down Futuro follows up with a moonsault from the top rope! He looks tempted to go for the pin but thinks better of it and pops up for an elbow drop. But Bathory rolls out of the way and he gets nothing but mat!

MATTHEWS: “Look at that determination! Both of these two want this victory badly. They have both paid their dues time and again, first on Underground and now on Fate, and they want to see that championship gold!”

GRIFFIN: “Istvan got in the first shot, but El Futuro came back quickly. This is going to be neck and neck.”

Just as El Futuro is getting to his knees, Bathory catches him with a running knee lift. The impact echoes and the audience boos the Hungarian. Istvan doesn’t let Futuro hit the mat, rather he grabs him by the mask and hauls him in close to deliver a savage headbutt! The masked one goes down hard and Wolfsbane doesn’t hesitate to hook the leg.

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GRIFFIN: “El Futuro got the shoulder up!”

MATTHEWS: “Not even a two count for Bathory. Our favorite man in blue isn’t done yet.”

GRIFFIN: “Can he make a comeback?”

Slightly dizzy, but undeterred, El Futuro speeds to his feet and catches Bathory with a snap DDT, rattling the ring under the big man’s weight. This time he connects with an elbow drop right to Istvan’s ribs! The crowd cheers wildly as he gets up and nails a two more! He hits the ropes and rebounds off the middle one for a springboard senton, going for a pin of his own!

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KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Two count for El Futuro, Istvan is still in it!”

GRIFFIN: “Futuro was battling back, but here comes Bathory!”

Miraculously, the much larger Wolfsbane is on his feet first. He drives one massive booted foot down into El Futuro’s chest with a stomp. He curls his fingers closed and drives them into Futuro’s sternum with a fist drop. The relentless assault continues with a headbutt right to the chest! Bathory roars before hitting a kneeling heart punch.

GRIFFIN: “Istvan seems to have stalled El Futuro’s momentum. He’s in control now.”

MATTHEWS: “Wolfsbane believes it is his birthright to win the Fate Championship, and he also believes that he can’t move forward without wiping El Futuro from the roster entirely!”

GRIFFIN: “It certainly looks like that is what he is trying to do at the moment!”

As the official waves Istvan back, El Futuro shows the heart he is known for and hauls himself to his feet. The ref can barely get out of the way before the two collide again, trading a barrage of lefts and right, each one matching the other blow for blow. Suddenly Bathory lashes out and grabs El Futuro by the throat. He throws the smaller man right into the corner, and then closes in. With a howl to the rafters, he draws back his hand and hits a huge chop right to the windpipe! But at the very same instant El Futuro throws a leg up and catches Bathory on the jaw with a thunderous superkick!!!

MATTHEWS: “The Full Moon from Istvan Bathory!!!”

GRIFFIN: “And el irresistable conclusion from El Futuro! They hit each other at the same time!!!”

Both men go down at the same time, each one landing with an arm over the other. The official doesn’t seem to know what to do, but drops to the mat for the count.

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THREE!!!

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

The referee stands and moves to the timekeeper’s area, having a brief conversation. Both Istvan and El Futuro have started to stir in the ring, and both are looking to the official. The Ref consults his radio. No music hits the sound system…

POWERS: “This match has been declared a draw!”

MATTHEWS: “A draw?!”

GRIFFIN: “This was a qualifier match for the contendership battle, what does that mean?”

MATTHEWS: “Actually, our GM has already accounted for this. In the details she released last week it says that in the event of a draw, both competitors will go on! That means Istvan Bathory and El Futuro will both be in the number one contender match at the next Fate for a chance to face Niobe Martin!”

GRIFFIN: “They will be joining Jace Savage and the winner of the upcoming triple threat match to determine who gets their shot at the Fate Championship at Winter Wasteland!”

Jace comes walking out of the locker room freshly showered after his match earlier with Tanya Black. He is wearing one of his black custom tailored suits with a green tie. Something seems to draw his attention as he was heading toward the exit. Jace notices his old manager Titus Howe walking through the athletes entrance wheeling behind him several sets of bags. Jace takes a look over the bags as he greats Titus.

SAVAGE: “Mr. Howe, it has been sometime. How are you doing?”

Jace extends his hand to Titus looking for a hand shake. Titus in turns extends his hand and shakes the hand of his former client.

HOWE: “I’ve been better. Cashe has seem to have lost an interesting in my managing his career. So, he has me carrying Niobe’s bags. But you know how it is in this business. One minute managing top talent and next carrying their girlfriend’s bags.”

Jace takes a second to think over what Titus just told him.

SAVAGE: “You should consider coming to work for me. I got something in the works and I think you will be perfect for it. Here take my card and give me a call, I would love to stay and chat some more but I have a meeting with and old friend.”

Jace hands Titus a business card and shakes his hand again.

HOWE: “Thanks, I will definitely keep this in mind. I would love to manage again if thats what you had in mind. Tired of carrying these damn bags around.”

Jace nods at Titus and the two part ways as Jace heads out of the building and Titus heads towards the Fate Champion’s locker room.

MATTHEWS: “This is the second Fate Championship contendership qualifying match for the night, and the final one of the series. Whoever wins this match will join Jace Savage, El Futuro, and Istvan Bathory in what is shaping up to be a Fatal Four Way match at the next Fate to determine who will go on to face Niobe Martin at Winter Wasteland for the Fate Championship.”

GRIFFIN: “That is going to be one hell of a match when it happens. Bethany made sure that Niobe would be facing the best of the best with this series. She is going to have a tough job keeping that Championship, but she’s been proving herself to be a tough competitor for months now.”

MATTHEWS: “She certainly has. Tonight, though, she’s not worrying about her next title defense, she’s worrying about getting through Drew Stevenson.”

GRIFFIN: “That is still later this evening, however. It’s time to find out who her lost possible opponent is going to be!”

DAVID DAVIS VS. ROB HEWITT VS. OWEN YOUNG

POWERS: “The following is a Triple Threat match. Coming to the ring first, from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing two hundred forty pounds, Daviiid Daviiis!!!”

Me like hockey by Arrogant worms plays, and David comes out. He’s wearing a Maple leafs jersey and red colored pants with a maple leaf adorned on the butt. He has blue and white hockey gloves on as he runs to the ring with a scowl on and climbs in puffing his chest out ready to fight. He goes to his corner and glares at his opponent gnawing on a colored mouth guard.

POWERS: “Introducing second, weighing two hundred thirty-six pounds, from Bristol, England, ‘Rabid’ Rooob Hewiiitt!”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” belts out across the PA system. The lights on the stage oscillate red and orange. The four screens flash up with pictures of flames, and the word “RABID” emblazoned in black across each one. Rob Hewitt emerges onto the stage, clad not in his usual ring gear, but this time in just a pair of ripped jeans and boots. His hands are wrapped heavily in tape and he looks ready for the street fight of his life. In his right hand he holds his tire iron, which he raises in salute to the crowd. No smiles, no pandering to the crowd with stupid gestures.

Rob walks slowly down to the ring, grim faced, eyes focused on the ring. He extends his right arm, holding out the tire iron for the fans to reach out and touch. He makes it to ringside, then continues around the ring, letting the fans with ringside seats have a feel of the weapon, letting them know it’s the real bloody thing. Finally he rolls into the ring and backs into a corner, stern face pointed directly across the ring. He idly slaps the tire iron in his free hand, waiting for the bell.

POWERS: “And finally, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, Oweeen Youuung!”

Once jumping out from behind the curtain with an inflatable guitar in hand, the arena lights will flash a variety of different colors as his crude entrance theme plays at an unnecessarily loud volume. Owen will then play along with the music with his inflatable guitar as loud fireworks pop off all around him. He will then swing his prop around his head, before throwing it into the audience and running toward the ring at a moderate pace, waving his arms in the air as he does so. He will then slide into the ring, before scaling the second turn-buckle, raising his hands in the air and screaming loudly.

With all three men in the ring, the official gestures toward the timekeeper for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Owen Young is the first to break away from his corner, charging in like a wild man. He runs right into a European uppercut from David Davis. The shot knocks him to the ropes where Rob Hewitt is waiting. Hewitt throws a big clothesline right into Young’s chest and he flips backward over the ropes, landing on the floor below.

MATTHEWS: “And there goes Owen Young.”

GRIFFIN: “I couldn’t tell, but it looked like he hit his head on the ground out there. Ouch.”

With Owen out of the way, David and Rob turn their attention back to one another. The two tough competitors meet in the middle of the ring with an impact that echoes throughout the Klotsche Center. It’s Davis who gets the upper hand with a German suplex! Hewitt immediately comes back with a Russian leg sweep that sends David tumbling to the mat. Rob floats around and braces David against the mat, driving a knee into his shoulder! Davis finds himself on the receiving end of two more stiff shots before he manages to break free and get to his feet.

GRIFFIN: “Rob focusing in on weakening the arm there. Always a sound strategy and one we see often from Hewitt.”

MATTHEWS: “And it has been working so far. Rob is on a hot streak.”

As Hewitt charges in Davis catches him in a snapmare. Rob pops back to his feet, but David is ready with a series of kicks to the midsection. Hewitt finally manages to dodge a shot and uses a fireman’s carry takedown to put Davis back on the mat. He starts to wrap David up in an armbar, but Davis has the presence of mind to immediately get a hand on the ropes, forcing a break. As Rob gets to his feet he gives a parting stomp to the spine!

MATTHEWS: “Ouch! David is going to be feeling that for a few days. Davis has been able to answer Hewitt almost blow for blow, however.”

GRIFFIN: “David might be new to the sport, but he’s been showing a ton of promise.”

MATTHEWS: “He has. I may not be supposed to play favorites, but I’d really like to see him win this match.”

As soon as Davis is on his feet he sprints across the ring for a huge running dropkick that knocks Hewitt into the corner. David backs all the way to the other side of the ring and dashes back in for a big running corner splash that crushes Rob against the turnbuckles. Davis launches right into a series of body punches, taking shots at Hewitt’s ribs, gut, and chest. Just as David goes for a wild haymaker, Rob catches his wrist and blasts him to the mat with a short arm clothesline! As Davis goes down, Hewitt spots Young climbing up onto the apron. Rob snatches Owen by the arm and flips him clean over the ropes, grabbing the back of his head and driving his face into the turnbuckles, where he collapses in a heap.

GRIFFIN: “For a moment there Owen Young was almost back in the match, but David made short work of him.”

MATTHEWS: “I’m not sure that Owen is cut out for wrestling, he’s really been a non-factor so far tonight.”

Davis has used the break wisely and is back on his feet. When Rob turns to face him, David is there with a Thesz press! With Hewitt on the ground Davis launches into a series of overhand punches to the head and face! The audience counts off the shots as they rain down.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!

David leaps back to his feet and drives a two big stomps into the gut of Rob. Davis starts to go for a knee drop, but Hewitt rolls out of the way.

MATTHEWS: “A huge comeback from David Davis!”

GRIFFIN: “Hewitt is looking shaken from all those punches, even though he managed to escape the knee drop.”

MATTHEWS: “Davis may have just turned the match in his favor!”

GRIFFIN: “Rob isn’t done yet!”

Rob charges to his feet and immediately wraps David up for a snap suplex. Davis flies back at him after standing and Hewitt catches his arm, cranking it into a hammerlock! After a hard jerk to further weaken the shoulder he had driven his knees into earlier, the follows with a belly-to-back suplex! David is back up in a flash and soars in again. Rob is still ready and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Fortunately for David the impact is cushioned by the Owen Young! Young is finally roused and gets to his feet along with Davis. The former hockey player leaps right past him and onto the top turnbuckle, flying off for a diving clothesline that once again lays out the hapless Owen.

GRIFFIN: “Why is Owen Young even here? He’s more of a nuisance than a competitor. Bethany gave him a second chance at contendership for the Fate Championship, and this is his response?”

MATTHEWS: “Did you want to get in there and teach him a lesson yourself, Demi?”

GRIFFIN: “I kind of do.”

David turns right into a body slam from Rob, but gets back to his feet with a quickness. Hewitt is still prepared and wraps him up for a double underhook suplex. As soon as Davis hits the mat Hewitt hits a leg drop across the chest. Though Rob rarely goes for the ropes, he climbs the turnbuckles all the way to the top. Turning to face the ring, he leaps off for a knee drop that catches David right in the chest! Davis clutches his sternum, but Hewitt throws his arms away and makes the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Davis gets the shoulder up!”

GRIFFIN: “Almost there, but not quite for Rob Hewitt. He’s going to have to keep going if he wants to get himself into that contendership match.”

Despite the pain, Davis gets back to his feet with determination. As Hewitt rushes him, he blasts the other man on the jaw with a hook. He follows with a jab from the other hand, and then an uppercut, going back to those hockey fight days. Hewitt manages to catch his arm on another incoming shot and sends him staggering back with a vicious headbutt. Davis hits the ropes, and Hewitt nails a clothesline that sends him over the top. Meanwhile, Young has just gotten back to his feet. Rob turns and sees Owen. The savvy and experienced ring veteran nails a huge shot to Young’s head that sends him reeling. Rob grabs him and sets him up, drilling him into the mat with a spiked tombstone piledriver!!!

GRIFFIN: “Rabies Shot!!!”

Owen falls motionless to the mat and Rob makes the cover.

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Rob leaps to his feet and throws his arms into the air before the referee can raise his hand. The official signals for the bell as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” fills the air once again.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner… ‘Rabid’ Rooob Hewiiitt!!!”

MATTHEWS: “Rob Hewitt is in! He continued that hot streak and secured the last place in the Fatal Fourway at next Fate!”

GRIFFIN: “Some people tried calling him washed up or saying that he’s too old for the business, but he’s been proving them wrong show after show, and now he could go on to face Niobe!”

MATTHEWS: “A great showing from David Davis, and a pitiful one from Owen Young, but Rob Hewitt came out on top and you’ve got to give him the credit he deserves. He has a real shot at being the one across from Niobe at Winter Wasteland.”

Going backstage, we immediately come across Fate’s newest acquisition, Drew Stevenson, who is sitting on a wooden bench in the men’s locker room getting ready for his huge match tonight which just so happens to be his debut match as well. Not looking real impressed, he begins to speak with several things on his mind.

STEVENSON: “For all of you who thought that you were going to receive a shot at the Fate Championship? I want you to get that thought out of your head because it’s simply not going to happen. You see, so many people has seen Niobe as the best on Fate and maybe that was true but let me tell you; so many things have changed since Wallace decided to abuse his power and put me down here with all of you runts, you inferior cretins.”

Standing behind Stevenson was Mark Robertson, his manager and biggest supporter in this business. Nodding his head and agreeing with everything that Stevenson is saying, this only encourages Stevenson as he continues to speak.

STEVENSON: “But there’s nothing that I can do about it now, not until my lawyers weed through every bit of my contract to get me back on Adrenaline which is where I deserve to be.”

Pausing momentarily, it was pretty clear that he was frustrated to be here.

STEVENSON: “Oh Niobe, I bet that you honestly think that you can beat me, don’t you? You have this ideology in your head that since you are Unstable that you are one of the greatest things walking today but let me tell you, we are moments away from me debunking that theory, just as I said I was going to. Tonight is where everything changes around here because while you have sat at the top for so long now? Let me be completely honest with you, I am going to break you, I am going to show the world just who is the best on this roster and it’s most certainly not you Niobe.”

Looking as serious as a heart attack, he leans forward getting much closer to the camera.

STEVENSON: “So as time dwindles down, look at yourself in the mirror, cling and clutch that Fate Championship near and dear to your heart because we are moments away from you receiving the biggest reality check of your whole career. When I’m finished with you Niobe? There will be no doubt in your mind as to who is the best in this company so do me a favor, keep that Fate Championship nice and warm for me because tonight is where I show everybody that they can’t hold me back and after that?

Smiling very arrogantly, he means all business tonight.

STEVENSON: “I rip that Fate Championship away from you because well; that’s just how things go – I guess you could say that it’s Fate!”

After such a cheesy pun, Robertson walks over to the camera and places his hand over the lens as we fade out.

GRIFFIN: “Well, here we are, coming to our Main Event for the evening. He’s no stranger to 4CW, but Drew Stevenson will be making his Fate debut.”

MATTHEWS: “Against none other than our current champion, Niobe Martin.”

GRIFFIN: “This match is going to be crazy! I really don’t know who to pick for a winner.”

MATTHEWS: “I say we just watch and find out.”

NIOBE MARTIN VS. DREW STEVENSON

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

POWERS: “Introducing to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds. She is the 4CW Fate Champion, Niooobe Martiiin!!!”

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

“NIGHTMARE!”

“Now you nightmare comes to life…”

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

“Dragged you down below”
“Down to the devils show”
“To be his guest forever”
“Peace of mind is less than never..”

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

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

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds… He is ‘The Emerald,’ Dreeew Stevensooon!!!”

Drew begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

Wasting no time, the official checks with each corner and calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Stevenson is cocky as he strides out of his corner, bee-lining straight for the Fate Champ. Niobe thinks fast and catches Drew in the face with a discus back elbow that sends him staggering. While he is off balance she catches him with a flying clothesline that takes him down to the mat. Just as he starts to sit up she hits the ropes behind him and catches him from behind for a rolling snapmare!

GRIFFIN: “Looks like Niobe just made Drew pay for underestimating her!”

MATTHEWS: “A lot of people have made that mistake in the past, and it hasn’t gone well for them.”

Having learned from his mistake the first time around, Drew keeps an eye on Niobe as he closes in, taking her down with a hard lariat. He goes for a stomp to the midsection, but Martin quickly rolls out of the way. Stevenson continues to stalk her, finally grabbing the back of her ring gear and hauling her up right into position for a belly-to-back suplex! Without giving her even a second to recover, he immediately pulls her up and his a backbreaker!

MATTHEWS: “Drew in control now, using his size to his advantage.”

GRIFFIN: “As much as I hate to say it, Niobe hasn’t faced anyone quite like Drew before.”

Despite the pain, Niobe gets back to her feet as quickly as she can. She sends a stiff kick right into Drew’s gut. The strike hits home, causing him to double over slightly, but he manages to catch her leg before she can pull it back! With a sneer he throws her foot toward the mat, but Martin spins all the way through and catches him on the side of the head with a dragon whip! She capitalizes while she has the chance and hooks his head for a stunner that sends him stumbling back into the ropes!

Backing up to the other side of the ring she charges in for a running dropkick that catches Stevenson right in the chest! Only his much larger size and weight keeps him from spilling backward out of the ring. Martin sees the advantage and catches him across the face with a springboard spinning heel kick! Drew falls forward to his knees and Niobe goes right for a shining wizard, but Stevenson dodges and Martin hits the mat instead!

GRIFFIN: “Ouch! Niobe missed!”

MATTHEWS: “Drew is back up, but it looks like he’s waiting…”

Drew allows Niobe to get to her feet, standing back and keeping an eye on her. Martin weighs her options and then rushes in. Stevenson uses her momentum and tucks his shoulder, heaving her up across the mat and then falling back to drill her into the canvas with a Samoan drop! He doesn’t allow her to get up again, however, instead leaning down to wrap her up for a gutwrench powerbomb!

MATTHEWS: “Stevenson has taken control once again.”

GRIFFIN: “Niobe is in trouble!”

Drew taunts the crowd as Niobe struggles to her feet, earning a loud series of boos. As soon as she stands he wraps her up and hits a big DDT! He doesn’t waist a second hooking the leg and going for the pin! The official slides in for the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH—KICKOUT!!!

GRIFFIN: “Niobe got the shoulder up! She’s still in it!”

MATTHEWS: “I don’t know how she did it, but she did!”

Martin scrambles to her feet and throws a knee right into Stevenson’s face before he can get up, knocking him back to the mat! She hops straight up onto the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner and stands up to her full height. With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Stevenson is still down, she sails off for a moonsault! Drew holds his side as her body impacts his ribs. Niobe doesn’t relent, dropping a knee into his chest and then going for the corner again! This time she delivers a corkscrew elbow drop that earns a pop from the crowd! She hooks the leg and holds on as tightly as she can.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR—KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Now Stevenson kicked out!”

GRIFFIN: “I thought she had it for sure!”

Both Niobe and Drew are on their feet at the same time, glaring daggers across the ring at each other. Martin makes the first move and lunges in looking for what seems to be a tilt-a-whirl armdrag, but Drew reverses it right into a sidewalk slam that shakes the entire ring! Stevenson taunts his opponent as he stands over her before leaning down and hauling her up to her feet. He lifts her right into the air and holds her in position for several seconds in a stalling vertical suplex!

The impact as she hits the canvas is thunderous, but she rolls away before he can even attempt a pin! Martin escapes under the bottom rope, but seeing Stevenson’s manager, Bobby Heenan, makes her way to the other side of the ring. Drew circles inside, watching her movements and keeping near the ropes to prevent her from getting back in. The referee is left with no choice but to start a count.

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TWO!
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THREE!

GRIFFIN: “Come on Niobe! Get back in there!”

MATTHEWS: “She’s trying, but she’s got to watch out for both Drew and Bobby now.”

Niobe dares to hop up on the ring apron, but Drew is already there and grabs a handful of hair. Martin thinks fast and grabs the back of his head with both hands, dropping back to the floor and hanging him on the top rope! Stevenson snaps back clutching his throat. Heenan starts to make his way around the ring toward Niobe.

FOUR!
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FIVE!
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SIX!

Just as Bobby makes it to the same side as Martin herself, she slides back into the ring and out of his reach. With Drew still reeling she climbs the nearest turnbuckle and waits for him to turn back in her direction. As soon as he faces her she sails off the top rope and hooks her legs around his head, flipping down and whipping him over onto the mat with a dragonrana! She leans back and hooks his legs for a pin!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR—KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Niobe almost had it!”

GRIFFIN: “But almost doesn’t count!”

Niobe slaps the mat in frustration but rolls out of Drew’s reach and gets back to her feet. The big man stands as well, shaking out the cobwebs from the impact of the last move. Martin drops backs into the ropes and flies forward with extra momentum, looking for a big clothesline but Stevenson sidesteps. Niobe hits the ropes on the opposite side and Drew is waiting to lay her out with a big spinebuster! Stevenson starts to go for the pin, but Martin gets the shoulder up before the official can even start!

GRIFFIN: “Come on Niobe, you can do it!”

MATTHEWS: “Drew looks a little upset there.”

Drew pounds his fists into the canvas furiously and shouts at the referee to move faster next time. The argument gives Niobe enough time to back up and blast Drew in the back with a running dropkick! He goes down hard and she goes for the corner once again, gesturing to the crowd before she drops, hits the top rope with her legs, and flips backward with a split-legged moonsault!

GRIFFIN: “Torment from Niobe!”

MATTHEWS: “Can she do it?!”

Drew is down on the mat, not showing many signs of movement! The crowd is on its feet chanting for Niobe, the apparent lesser of two evils in the match! She defiantly climbs the turnbuckle once again, preparing for the Phantasm Horror! Just as she is about to leap, Mark Robertson grabs her foot, causing her to stumble! She manages to catch herself on the ropes, but Drew has gotten to his feet!!!

Robertson backs off under a warning from the referee, but it’s too late! Stevenson snatches Martin right off of the top rope and turns her toward the ring as she comes down! He drills her into the canvas with a sit-out fall-forward side slam that echoes all through the arena.

GRIFFIN: “Final Conflict to Niobe Martin!!! And there’s the pin!”

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THREE!!!

MATTHEWS: “NO! Drew cheated to get the win!”

GRIFFIN: “The referee didn’t see it, and he picked up the pin.”

“I’m the Man” plays as Drew stands and throws his hands in the air. The referee calls for the bell as Mark Robertson gets into the ring to congratulate Stevenson.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner, Dreeew Stevensooon!!!”

As Niobe lies motionless on the canvas, Stevenson walks over to the ropes and motions with his right hand while demanding that they give him the Fate Championship. As he is handed the Championship, he walks over to Niobe’s still lifeless body and places his foot on top of her chest while holding the Fate Championship high into the air, much to the dismay of the people who boo him heavily and begin to throw trash into the ring.

STEVENSON: “This is my title, this is my show, and nobody can stop me!!!”

After screaming that to where everybody can hear him, one of the fans in the crowd throws a full soda into the ring which smacks Stevenson right in the chest and then spills all over the canvas. Laughing and tilting his head back, he stretches his arms out embracing all of this hatred as the Fate Championship is gripped firmly in his right hand.

FUCK YOU DREW! … FUCK YOU DREW! … FUCK YOU DREW!

The arena is deafened in this massive jeer towards Stevenson who simply stands there taking in all of their hatred for him.