FATE E06 (065)


FATE E06 [065]
REYNOLDS CENTER TULSA, OKLAHOMA
FEBRUARY 19TH, 2016

After the credits finish rolling the camera pans across the Reynolds Center and the nearly sold out Tulsa crowd. Before the shot can switch to the announcer’s booth, “Light It Up” by Rev Theory blares over the PA system. Fate GM Bethany Bailey steps out of the entrance, a somewhat self-satisfied smile on her face as she strides down the aisle toward the ring. She ascends the steps and ducks between the ropes, waiting for a few moments to be handed a microphone.

BAILEY: “Good evening, Tulsa!”

The crowd breaks into cheers again at the mention of their city, forcing Bethany to pause until the roar dies down.

BAILEY: “Big things have been happening here on Fate, haven’t they? We’ve had upsets, we’ve had brawls, we’ve had… Gypsy curses? And at Winter Wasteland, after the Wasteland Wildcard series had wrapped up, we saw Rob Hewitt become the new Fate Champion!”

Bethany lowers the microphone slightly in anticipation of another round of cheers. The crowd quickly breaks into a “HE-WITT! … HE-WITT! … HE-WITT!” chant at the mention of the new Champion.

BAILEY: “Yes, Rob did what I think some people were beginning to think was impossible when he defeated Niobe Martin. I admit that even I wondered if Hewitt still had it in him at his age, but he did it. Niobe was one hell of a champion; she held on to that title for four months and she’s put down a lot of good opponents.

“Now, contrary to what some in the locker room might believe, no one is automatically entitled to a rematch. After a reign as impressive as Niobe’s, however, I think I would be remiss in not giving you all the opportunity to see Miss Martin and Rob Hewitt square off for a second time. How about you?”

The crowd cheers in approval.

BAILEY: “And I’m not going to make you wait months to see it, either. So, on the next episode of Fate, Niobe will be getting her rematch against Rob Hewitt for the Fate Championship in the Main Event! Rob did the near-impossible once when he won the championship, can he do it a second time to retain, or will Niobe reclaim it from him? Like most of you, I’m looking forward to finding out.

“But that does lead me to the next order of business. Over the past few weeks we’ve all watched the Fate roster grow and grow. I’ve decided that we’ve reached a point where the Fate Championship is just not enough. With as much talent as we have to give you, there needs to be another reward out there for the locker room to put their effort toward. The design team is busy working as I speak, and there will be a second championship added very, very soon.”

GRIFFIN: “A new Championship for Fate?! I wonder what it will be called? Or what it will look like? I wonder how Bethany is going to decide the contenders for it?”

MATTHEWS: “Well, maybe if you keep listening, you’ll find out. Our GM isn’t done yet.”

BAILEY: “Now, when I was considering that second championship, I had all sorts of interesting ideas brewing in my head about it. The two titles here on Fate need to be different, each unique and appealing in its own way. I ran through a handful of different possibilities—and they each had their own merit—before I came to my final conclusion. Once I had made my decision, I knew I had something special.

“The Fate Championship, however, should always be the top draw. I couldn’t have this new championship be bigger than the Fate Championship, which meant I had to make the Fate Championship bigger as well. Therefore, going forward the Fate Championship will always be defended in match with special stipulations. Each and every time could very well be different, but it will always be exciting. Which means that when Niobe and Rob Hewitt face one another at the next show… it will be in Submission Match!”

The audience erupts into cheers and applause at the prospect. The little smile on Bethany’s face grows at the reaction, quite pleased with her decision regarding the Fate Championship.

MATTHEWS: “A Submission Match between Niobe and Rob? It’s going to bring down the house!”

GRIFFIN: “If the next show isn’t sold out by Monday I’ll stop taking selfies.”

BAILEY: “Now, I think I’ve talked long enough here tonight. I’ve given you a preview of next Fate’s Main Event, and I’ve told you about the changes to the Fate Championship. I’ve also wet your appetites about the new title, but if you want to know the name and the requirements you will have to show up or tune in at the next show when it is officially unveiled!”

MATTHEWS: “What?! That’s not fair, I want to know now!”

GRIFFIN: “Don’t we all? But just think about all that speculation and anticipation building over the next two weeks! Everyone is going to watch to find out just what Bethany has up her sleeve. That means… ratings!”

The crowd cheers and chants, trying to get Bethany to divulge the secret of the new championship, but the GM just shakes her head and smiles as she steps out of the ring and heads back up the aisle, disappearing into the back.

MATTHEWS: “Well, I’ve got my fingers crossed for an information leak between now and Knoxville, but with as tight-lipped as she kept the plans for Winter Wasteland, I think we’re all going to have to wait.”

GRIFFIN: “But what we do have for you now is an exciting show lined up.”

MATTHEWS: “We start the night off with two matches full of debuts and the action continues all the way to our Main Event where we’ll see an Archangel take on our resident Wolfman. Needless to say, there’s rarely a dull moment here on Fate.”

GRIFFIN: “Without further adieu, let’s kick things off!”

BUFORD KING VS. CARTER WILLIAMS

“Badass” by Saliva plays over the sound system with ‘Strictly Business’ Buford King methodically walking towards the ring. Buford stops several times along the way to jaw at the fans about how much they suck.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Las Cruces, New Mexico, weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds, he is ‘Strictly Business’ Buuufooord Kiiing!!!”

King paces back and forth across the ring waiting for the sound of the bell.

“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI blasts out over the speakers. The music plays for a bit before Carter Williams can be seen walking out from back stage slowly. He keeps his head down, but can be seen looking from side to side towards the fans. He continues to walk forward slowly, almost strutting, a small smirk forming has he goes.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from The Isle if Samoa, weighing in at two hundred thirty-two pounds… ‘The Free Will,’ Caaarteeer Wiiiliaaams!!!”

Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp he looks upwards towards the ring. He lets out a loud scream before bursting forward and sliding into the ring, quickly spinning onto his feet in the middle of the ring. He removes the towel from around his neck and holds it out to his side in one arm. With both arms outstretched he drops to a knee and looks directly upwards.

As the music dies down each man retreats to his corner. The official checks with both opponents before calling for the bell to get the match under way.

DING!!! DING!!!

The Samoan makes the first move, charging out of his corner to catch Buford with a running knee to the gut. The force doubles King over for a moment, but he recovers quickly and wraps Williams up for a belly-to-belly suplex! Buford follows up with a quick knee drop, but Carter rolls out of the way and he gets nothing but canvas! As King is still recovering, Williams catches him with a dropkick!

MATTHEWS: “A fast-paced start as both Buford and Carter are looking to make a lasting impression with their debut match here on Fate.”

GRIFFIN: “Judging by their words over the last few weeks, there is no love lost between them and neither is holding anything back.”

Buford surges back to his feet, right into a spear that takes Carter down! Before the big Samoan can get up King drops an elbow right into his sternum, leaving Williams clutching his chest for a moment. Buford is back on his feet in a flash and launches into a series of stomps on his downed opponent, aiming for the stomach, chest, shoulders, and head! The assault continues until the referee finally waves King back.

GRIFFIN: “And just like that Buford has taken control.”

MATTHEWS: “A quick surprise move can be the tipping point in any match, but I don’t think we’re done here!”

King steps back in even after the official had backed him up, sending another stomp at William’s gut, but Carter catches his leg! Buford tries to yank free, but Williams takes him down with a dragon screw! Carter is on Buford in an instant, grabbing him by the beard and slamming his head down into the mat one, two, three times! King remains motionless on the mat as Williams stands, backing up several paces and hitting a running senton before hooking the leg for a pin!

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MATTHEWS: “Close, but Buford keeps the match alive after Carter makes a quick comeback!”

GRIFFIN: “The fans might not be behind either of these two, but they are loving the match anyway!”

Buford is first up off of the mat and immediately goes for the corner, hopping up on the top rope and turning to face the ring. As Carter gets to his feet and faces his opponent, King leaps off of the turnbuckle, looking for a diving headbutt! But Williams catches him with an uppercut at the last moment! Buford somehow springs back to his feet as Carter races toward him… and right into a spinebuster! Williams holds his back for several moments, but rolls away before King can grab his leg for a submission maneuver! Both men are back on their feet and Buford hits the ropes for some extra momentum, but Carter flips him clean over with a back body drop! King looks slow to get back up, giving Williams time to hit the ropes himself, but Buford is ready with a scoop slam when his opponent rebounds!

GRIFFIN: “Look at the determination from both Buford and Carter! They both want this win so badly you can feel it!”

MATTHEWS: “Unfortunately only one of them can pick up the victory, but who is it going to be?!”

The two men collide in the center of the ring, Carter getting the upper hand as he launches into a barrage of straight jabs. As Buford staggers back, Williams ducks in and lifts King up onto his shoulders in the death valley driver position! Buford squirms and before Carter can finish the move, he slides off of his shoulders, whipping Williams into the ropes! As Carter returns, King heaves him up into the air and catches him with a powerbomb as he falls!!!

MATTHEWS: “Direct Deposit! Buford King hit the Direct Deposit on Carter Williams!”

GRIFFIN: “Could this be it?!”

Carter is motionless on the mat as Buford drops to make the cover. The referee slides in for the count.

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Buford pops to his feet all on his own as “Badass” by Saliva fills the Reynolds Center once more.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Buuufooord Kiiing!!!”

GRIFFIN: “And Buford picks up a debut win here in our opening match!”

MATTHEWS: “It was a great match, at that. Both Williams and King showed a lot of heart and a lot of potential. There were several points there where it could have gone either way.”

GRIFFIN: “No one ever wants a loss, but Carter Williams has no reason to feel disappointed in his performance tonight.”

Tanja Devereaux is seen backstage in her locker room preparing for her match with Niobe Martin when Gabriel Hartman knocks on the door, a polite way of asking if he could enter for an interview. The Cajun nodded politely as she adjusted the laces on her left black leather boot while her much larger cousin Theodore stood in the corner of the room.

HARTMAN: “I am here with a relative newcomer to 4CW but not a newcomer to wrestling, Tanja Devereaux. Welcome Tanja.”

DEVEREAUX: “Thank you for the warm welcome Gabriel.”

HARTMAN: “Tonight you are facing a former Fate champion in Niobe Martin. She has been a bit vocal in giving you nightmares of sorts in your first match. Do you have any thoughts on Niobe’s words?”

DEVEREAUX: “She is right on one thing; the food and music are great and the people there know how to dish out the southern hospitality. Other than that, this southern belle will give Niobe a surprise when I dish out a special dose of a Southern party. Yes our parties are known as flashy and bright with the sounds and lights we have but sometimes there is a more eccentric side that some folks are rarely privy to.”

HARTMAN: “Do you wish to care to elaborate on that?”

DEVEREAUX: “I would rather allow show that inside the ring. The eccentricities I have running in my veins are just as eccentric as the parties that take place in my home town of New Orleans.”

HARTMAN: “Any other thoughts that you wish to share?”

DEVEREAUX: “Niobe may wish to move on from the tough loss from Rob and give me the ‘proper welcome’ to 4CW but from what I have noticed from her, she seems to care more about her re-match clause in an attempt to reclaim the title. She has had her reign as top representative for Fate and it is time now for others to have that chance. She will need to clear her mind and focus on herself on yours truly or she will be facing an Ethereal Haze that will cloud her judgment to the point that it will lead to misfortune for her.”

HARTMAN: “Thank you and good luck tonight Tanja.”

Tanja nods as she returns to lacing her left boot and began discussing things with Theodore while Gabriel directed things back to ringside.

MATTHEWS: “That was a quick introduction to Tanja Devereaux, one of six people making their first showing in a 4CW ring here tonight.”

GRIFFIN: “I wonder how long it will be before we have a Tanya versus Tanja match?”

MATTHEWS: “Probably not long. We’ll see Tanja compete later tonight, but now it is time for our second double debut match!”

HORROR VS. ASHLEY LYNN

The lights go out for a few seconds, causing the crowd to cheer as they knew who was coming out. “300 Violin Orchestra” starts blasting on the speaker system as the lights begin to flick red throughout the arena. Horror then rises from under the stage as the fans cheer even louder. Once he finishes elevating, he takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the thousands in attendance before walking down the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred pounds… He is ‘The Cannibal Canvas,’ Hooorrooor!”

He walks around the ring before climbing up the apron. Horror looks at the fans before spreading his arms and looking up at the ceiling. The lights go back to normal as he steps into the ring. He walks to the corner before sitting down on the canvas and leaning back against the bottom turnbuckle as the music fades.

“Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy” by Tata Young hits as the crowd immediately erupts into a chorus of boos. Ashley Lynn comes strutting out onto the scene, soaking it all in. She bounces around, showing off her body and striking poses as if the crowd is loving her, but the only people rooting for her are the men with cat calls and whistles.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds… She is ‘the Porn Star,’ Aaashleeey Lyyynn!!!”

She makes her way towards the ring, blowing mocking kisses at the crowd and the cameras. Ashley hops up on the ring apron, making a suggestive entrance by straddling the middle rope and giving her ass a little wiggle. Once inside the ring, she continues to heckle the crowd by striking poses and blowing kisses at them.

The two head to their corners, but only for a few moments, practically not giving the referee the chance to call for the bell before flying at each other.

DING!!! DING!!!

Ashley races in first, possibly looking for a DDT, but she runs face first into a superkick from Horror and hits the mat hard! The painted one heads right for the ropes and hops all the way to the top, watching until Lynn begins to stand, flying off for a diving forearm smash that knocks her to the ground again! Horror tries to roll through into a submission, but Ashley quickly creates some space and gets to her feet. Horror closes in and Lynn takes advantage of his momentum, drilling him into the canvas with a snap DDT!

GRIFFIN: “Horror looking to dominate early, but he was brought up short with that last shot from Ashley.”

MATTHEWS: “Just like our last match, these two are making their debut, and everyone wants that first match victory. So far, it’s looking like either one of them has the potential to take it.”

Horror is back on his feet just in time to catch a roundhouse kick to the temple! He stumbles back into the ropes, but doesn’t quite go down. Ashley presses the advantage, stalking in and taking a fistful of his hair. Horror swats her hand away and grabs the back of her head with both hands, nail her with a jawbreaker that sends her reeling! Before she can recover he hits her with a lariat that practically folds her in half! Ashley rolls all the way through, back over her shoulder and into a crouch so that she’s ready with a bulldog when he comes back at her!

MATTHEWS: “So far each of these two has had an answer for whatever the other could throw, I love it!”

GRIFFIN: “Me too, it’s great to see the influx of new talent to Fate, and that everyone is willing to put in all that they have!”

Horror is right back on his feet again, showing off his tenacity. Ashley hauls back with one hand and catches him across the face with a bitch slap that echoes through the Reynold’s Center! The force turns Horror’s head, but as he looks back at Ashley, he gives a laugh and takes her down with a reverse Russian legsweep, transitioning straight into a Koji clutch! Ashley shrieks in pain and claws at his leg, trying to pry herself free of the submission hold. Suddenly spotting how close to the ropes she is, Lynn reaches out, coming up just a hair short! Horror sees this and starts to drag her back, but the momentary easing of pressure is just enough that Ashley gets her hand on the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break, but Horror holds on, finally prompting a count!

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GRIFFIN: “If Horror had held on any longer, he would have gotten himself disqualified, the ref was practically starting to signal to the timekeeper!”

MATTHEWS: “I’m not sure whether it was temper or strategy, but I agree, Demi, it was almost a very bad call!”

As soon as Ashley is back on her feet, Horror charges at her, only to careen face first into the turnbuckle as she takes him down with a drop toe hold! Horror has the wherewithal to turn over, but sags back into the corner. Lynn throws her boot across his throat and grabs the ropes for extra leverage as she applies the foot choke. Before the referee has to start a count against her, she releases it and backs off. While Ashley is busy with the ref, Horror pulls himself up and ascends the turnbuckles once again. The official is barely out of the way as Horror takes Ashley down with a flying crossbody and rolls through for the pin!

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TH—KICKOUT!!!

MATTHEWS: “Ashley got the shoulder up!”

GRIFFIN: “And Horror doesn’t look the least bit pleased about it!”

The two stand almost at the same time, Ashley able to fire off a forearm shot before Horror is completely recovered. However, the painted man comes back with a chop across the chest! Ashley starts to draw back for another forearm, but Horror is faster with a European uppercut! As she reels he hits the ropes and catches her with a springboard roundhouse kick! Lynn stumbles into the ropes, but catches herself before she can go down. Horror sees the opening and charges in… but Ashley catches him with a super kick right on the jaw!

GRIFFIN: “The Money Shot from Ashley!”

MATTHEWS: “She’s going for the pin!”

The official slides in for the count as Ashley hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!

“Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy” hits the PA system again as the referee raises Ashley’s hand.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Aaashleeey Lyyynn!!!”

MATTHEWS: “And Ashley Lynn picks up her first victory here on Fate!”

GRIFFIN: “Horror gave her a serious run for her money, but she took advantage when she saw her chance with that kick.”

MATTHEWS: “And it paid off.”

GRIFFIN: “I think we can expect to see a lot more of both of these two in the near future. I’m expecting big things from both of them.”

MATTHEWS: “I think you’re right about that, Demi. Fate is continuing to grow, along with 4CW as a whole, and we’ve seen a lot of impressive newcomers.”

GRIFFIN: “Speaking of which, it wasn’t so long ago that Tanya Black was a newcomer here, and she’s certainly been doing big things, like competing in the number one contender tournament for the 4CW Championship! She asked for some time to speak here tonight, and we’ll be hearing from her now!”

The opening lyrics to “City Of Heroes” play on the speakers causing the fans to pop. Sure enough as the song reaches its first chorus, Tanya Black emerges from the curtain and takes a moment to dance on the stage for the fans. Despite her business suit Tanya still manages to smile and put on a show as she poses for selfies with the fans and even gives a young girl wearing a Tanya Black t-shirt a kiss on the forehead. Entering the ring she dances for a moment before ascending each corner and encouraging the fans to pop louder as she sings the chorus to her song.

GRIFFIN: “That is one veteran who knows how to make an entrance. That old soldier she has at home is a lucky man.”

MATTHEWS: “4CW Fans are lucky to get to watch her wrestle on a regular basis. Tanya Black has got all the tools to win big and with The Order behind her she might have more reasons to gain gold soon.”

BLACK: “Okay folks. I love all of you too but we have some business to discuss. First things first, I owe every fan in attendance an apology. I took a side trip over to Adrenaline because Dakota Smith needed a number-one contender. Hey who wouldn’t want a shot at the big guy? The thrill of facing a dominant wrestler like Dakota Smith. In a match with everything at stake on the biggest stage in 4CW History. I had to try. As did my new friends Brian and Jace.

“Well Brian won, and I’m thrilled for him and I have faith in his ability to win ONE MORE TIME!”

Tanya stops for a moment as the fans pop for Brian Hollywood and his upcoming tournament match. Once they are calmed down Tanya’s face gets a little more serious.

BLACK: “Jace and I lost. Jace fought bravely and fought strong against a talented opponent. As I said though, I owe you fans an apology. I went out there in a match that I should have won. I went up against a narcissistic rookie who doesn’t care what he says day to day and so often talks out of his contradictory brown starfish. The kind of guy I made a career out of shutting up. But I got cute. I was too busy looking forward and didn’t show him my best. CJ O’Donnell has a lot of potential and some skill and he stole a win that was all mine to have.

“For that I’m sorry and I promise it won’t happen again. Unstable doesn’t love the fans. Unstable doesn’t love 4CW. Hell Unstable barely even notices Fate. They think they are too good for this brand. Unstable thinks people like Rob Hewitt are not in their league. Well Niobe Martin found out she should have spent less time letting Jason Cashe pillow-talk her ego and more time fearing Loss. So now thankfully we have a Fate Champion we can all be proud of! Rabid Rob Hewitt!”

GRIFFIN: “Tanya Black certainly enjoyed one title match at Winter Wasteland and she’s giving Rob the respect he deserves.”

MATTHEWS: “Yes but she isn’t giving any mercy to the disrespectful Unstable. What will happen if people like Cashe and Madison bring the war to Fate?”

Tanya lets the fans chant for Hewitt for a moment as she paces the ring. Once they are done she lifts the microphone to her lips again.

BLACK: “So here we are. I am looking to make an impact not for my own career but for the fans and the future of 4CW. Do I like being a champion? HELL YES! The thing is I pledged my strength to The Order. The Order wants to help 4CW protect itself from the people that have slunk in here and don’t care about Wrestling.

“Professional Wrestling is a gift from the Gods that we ring warriors give to the fans. It is a sport and an art form that inspires children to believe in super-heroes. Listen to me now 4CW Roster! South Beach Brawl is a PPV show that belongs to all brands. I don’t want a contractually obligated ‘mystery match.’ Werewolf? Sociopath? Self-Aggrandizing Champion? I’m calling you all out! Adrenaline! Fate! I don’t care because we are all going to be in the house looking for a fight! The Order will make sure these fans get more than they paid for. It’s time for wrestling to be great again! Respect! Intensity! Honor!

“Kill me if you can, Survive if you earn it!”

With that Tanya Black tosses the microphone into the stands as she exits the ring while the audience goes nuts. As she vanishes backstage things finally calm down enough for the commentators to be heard over the fans.

GRIFFIN: “Tanya Black just fired off the first shot and it was a big one! The Sinful Angel wants to go big at South Beach Brawl and she doesn’t care who it is against. If you aren’t Order you are a match she wants to have!”

MATTHEWS: “It’s what we have heard since Tanya arrived. Tanya wants to wrestle everybody and anybody as she loves wrestling but more than that now The Order has made her a weapon against the darkness in the industry.”

GRIFFIN: “I can’t wait to see who Bethany Bailey places her against at the next Fate and neither can these fans.”

MATTHEWS: “We have a lot of newcomers and some people that Tanya also called out at Winter Wasteland she didn’t get drawn against. Hell El Futuro might even want a rematch. There is no telling so you have to watch!”

GRIFFIN: “Tanya certainly made some bold challenges though.”

MATTHEWS: “That she did. Time will tell if anyone steps up to answer them, and if Tanya is able to back up her words or if they come back to bite her in the ass.”

GRIFFIN: “The landscape of the wrestling business is constantly changing, you really never know!”

MATTHEWS: “Speaking of which, I think the two men that are up next certainly have the potential to make some big changes themselves”

GRIFFIN: “You are right about that. Two very big men are about to put on a big match, next!”

ZOLTON VS. CUTTER DRIFTWOOD

As the opening of “Cradle to the Grave” hits the speakers, the arena goes dark with fog filling the entrance area. Upon the entrance screen a video montage begins to roll of Zolton standing atop a mountain and behind him is highlights of what he has done in a wrestling ring. As the lyrics begin to be heard, Zolton himself steps out onto the stage area among the smoke. The crowd begins to boo loudly. Zolton relishes in the dissatisfaction of the crowd with an arrogant grin. His leather long trench coat gleams of the now bright spot light shining down upon him.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Yakima, Washington, weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds, he is the ‘God of all Gods,’ Zoooltooon!!!”

He now begins to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. Refusing to acknowledge the crowd as he passes them. Reaching the ring he steps up the ring steps slowly, his arrogant smile plastered all over his face. He then jumps to the top turnbuckle of the corner of the ring. He calls it his throne as the arena lights return to normal and the song fades to silence. Zolton ignores the crowd as he lets his trench coat slide down off his shoulders to the floor.

“Dead and Bloated” starts to play off the PA system as Cutter makes his way out of the back, he has a surreal cockiness about him as he looks around the audience. Pointing down to the ring Cutter starts to make his way down the ramp, ignoring the audience now and focusing on the ring.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at three hundred pounds… He is ‘The Intimidator’ Cuuutteeer Driiiftwoooood!!!”

He rolls in underneath the bottom rope and gets up to his feet. He circles the ring a few times before flipping off the audience and going to his corner, where he spits on the mat before getting himself prepared for the match.

Each man gives the ref a nod before the bell rings.

DING!!! DING!!!

The two move at the same time and meet in the middle of the ring with an impact that can practically be felt by the audience. Zolton edges Cutter out with a shoulder tackle that knocks Driftwood to the mat. Cutter can’t quite roll away before Zolton lays into him with stomp after stomp, focusing on one shoulder to begin wearing the other big man down. When the official starts to intervene Cutter powers to his feet and right into an exploder suplex that rattles the ring!

MATTHEWS: “I kind of hate to play off of the whole Gods thing, but I think it’s fair to call this match a clash of the titans, given the size of these two!”

GRIFFIN: “I think I have to agree. The term ‘larger than life’ might have been made just for Cutter and Zolton!”

As soon as they are back on their feet Cutter looks to keep Zolton on the defensive, taking the taller man down with a snap powerbomb. Driftwood follows it up with a running legdrop! Zolton is back up with surprising quickness given his size and catches Cutter by one arm, blasting him with a short-arm clothesline! The so-called God of All Gods doesn’t let go, and hits two more in rapid succession! Driftwood looks slightly dazed as he stands after the third, but as soon as Zolton tries to clothes in Cutter catches him with a pendulum backbreaker!

GRIFFIN: “A little baiting there by Cutter, and it paid off.”

MATTHEWS: “Sometimes strategy isn’t pretty or dramatic, but as long as it works, that’s all that counts.”

Zolton holds his spine as he stands, but he’s ready as Driftwood comes at him, countering with a straight right hand. As Cutter lurches, Zolton capitalizes with a spinning straight kick that doubles Driftwood over! With a mighty heave, Zolton flips Cutter up onto his shoulders and drives him into the canvas with a powerbomb of his own! The force of the impact actually makes the referee stumble! Zolton goes for the pin!

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MATTHEWS: “Not quite two for Zolton. He’s going to have to try harder than that to put Cutter away!”

GRIFFIN: “I’m not sure too many others could have withstood the force of that powerbomb, you’ve got to give Cutter credit.”

Driftwood is slightly slow to get to his feet, giving Zolton time to hit the ropes for some extra momentum behind a running knee, but Cutter pops up at the last second and tosses Zolton into the air for a huge flapjack! As soon as the self-styled god is back on his feet, he’s met with a hail of forearm shots that drive him back toward the ropes. The moment it looks like Zolton starts to falter, Cutter hits a lifting STO and rolls right into a pin!

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GRIFFIN: “No luck for Cutter either! Zolton kicked out before the two!”

MATTHEWS: “Cutter is starting to get frustrated!”

Cutter yanks Zolton to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Zolton come sailing back, he catches him for a sit-out Alabama slam!

MATTHEWS: “Romper Stomper from Cutter!”

GRIFFIN: “He’s going for the pi—no! Zolton is already getting up!”

No sooner does Zolton stand than Cutter grabs him by the throat, looking for the Pez Dispenser! Driftwood starts to lift Zolton off of his feet, but Zolton blasts him in the face with an elbow and breaks free! While Cutter is disoriented, Zolton flips him into the crucifix position! Then heaves him overhead and into the mat, rolling through for the pin!

GRIFFIN: “The Pearly Gates!!!”

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THREE!!!

Cutter kicks out just miliseconds too late and the bell sounds as the referee raises Zolton’s hand.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Zoooltooon!!!”

MATTHEWS: “Cutter was so close! He almost had it there, but Zolton countered the Pez Despenser!”

GRIFFIN: “And that kickout was so close we almost needed and instant replay. I’m not sure that this is the last time we are going to see these two in the ring together.”

We open backstage where newly signed Lola J Perez is is making her way around the Reynolds Center. She’s looking up at a portrait on the wall as she notices the camera crew sliding into to play. Looking at the camera she smiles before continuing her walk around.

PEREZ: “Today has finally come.”

She smiles once more, reaching her hand out and gliding it along the wall.

PEREZ: “It felt like forever and ever though. For weeks I’ve been sooooo ready to step out there into the ring and do my thing.”

She pauses and leans up against the wall.

PEREZ: “I’ve been blessed with this opportunity. You guys don’t know how much this means to me. Just to be here and being able to compete just gives me that wonderful feeling.”

She smiles.

PEREZ: “Tonight will mark a day in his story for Fate as Lola J Perez makes her debut against the Fate Champion Rob Hewitt. A lot of people aren’t expecting me to win tonight, but watch me surprise you all.”

She leans up from the wall and bites down on her bottom lip.

PEREZ: “Rob Hewitt is the Fate Champion for a reason and I do respect him, but tonight isn’t about Rob and his crowning moment. It’s all about me.”

She points to herself.

PEREZ: “It’s all about me stepping out there and proving to you all that I’m the real deal. I will be the face of the Fate brand. I mean just look at me I am beautiful. I have the skills to stand in there with anyone and on top of that I will be great.”

She halts before continuing her way down the hall.

PEREZ: “I hope you’re ready Rob because I am. I have been waiting for this day for a while now and nothing’s going to stand in my way of getting the W in my debut.”

She pauses, turns around and looks at the camera.

PEREZ: “See you out there in the ring Champ.”

She waves her hand as the camera begins to fade out.

MATTHEWS: “That was Lola Perez, who once upon a time was Co-GM of Fate, but she traded in the business suit for ring gear and will be in action later tonight.”

GRIFFIN: “But next up we are going to see former Fate Champion Niobe Martin take on newcomer Tanya Devereaux, who we heard from earlier.”

MATTHEWS: “I’m sure that Niobe heard the announcement from Bethany Bailey that she will have her rematch at the next show. Is that going to bolster her here tonight, or perhaps be a distraction?”

GRIFFIN: “It’s time to find out!”

NIOBE MARTIN VS. TANJA DEVEREAUX

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 first, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds… She is ‘the Nightmare,’ Niooobeee Maaartiiin!!!”

The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat.

“Nightmare!

Now your 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 as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.

“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.

“I’m not the one who’s so far away
when I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I want to be here again
and I don’t know why I came.”

Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the big screen as “Voodoo” by Godsmack blasts on the P.A system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp with her black leather coat flowing at her feet.

POWERS: “And her opponent, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds, she is the ‘Bayou Bad Girl,’ Taaanjaaa Deeevereauuux!!!”

Tanja enters the ring under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does with her usual taunt with one arm and finger in the air. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

The referee signals to the timekeeper to the ring the bell after checking in with each woman in their respective corners.

DING!!! DING!!!

Tanja races in, full of southern fire, but Niobe is calculating and bides her time before snatching the other woman up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Devereaux holds her spine as she rolls away, but still gets back to her feet. Niobe closes the distance between them, feeling more confident, but she walks right into a picture perfect northern lights suplex from Tanja! Devereaux can’t quite make a bridge before Martin rolls away and both women glare at one another as they stand.

GRIFFIN: “Niobe and Tanja getting a little feel for each other here at first. Tanja might have made a mistake with that opening charge, but she just proved she’s a quick learner.”

MATTHEWS: “And we’ve seen time and time again how methodical Niobe can be when she wants to. I don’t think either one is going to make the same mistake twice.”

The two circle each other slowly, looking for an opening. It’s Tanja who makes the first move again, snatching Niobe up for a cradle DDT! Devereaux looks for some mounted punches, but Martin once again has already rolled away. Niobe is on her feet first and meets Tanja with a discus back elbow that knocks Devereaux back to the canvas. Martin hits a standing moonsault but isn’t able to hook the leg before Tanja shoves her off to keep the match going.

MATTHEWS: “Niobe obviously learned a lot from her match with Rob Hewitt, she is making sure that she does not let herself get in a position where she can be put in a submission maneuver.”

GRIFFIN: “Meanwhile she also has to figure out just what it takes to put Tanja down, if she can.”

Tanja is quick to get back on her feet, taking the fight to Niobe with a spinning heel kick that knocks the other woman back into the ropes. Devereaux whips Martin across the ring and uses the momentum of the rebound to lift Niobe up onto her shoulders for an argentine backbreaker! Tanja pops back up and bides her time, waiting for Martin to begin to get up before she races in, using her knee for a step to blast Niobe in the face with a shining wizard. Devereaux goes for the pin!

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KICKOUT!!!

GRIFFIN: “Niobe with the shoulder up after two! You can see the frustration on Tanja’s face.”

MATTHEWS: “The last thing she wants to do is lose her cool against Niobe!”

Niobe wastes no time getting to her feet while Tanja is distracted by the referee assuring her that she had only achieved a two count. Martin dashes in and hits the still-seated Devereaux with a running snapmare! Niobe doesn’t check to be sure that Tanja stays down before she hits the corner, going all the way to the top rope before sailing off with a corkscrew moonsault! This time it’s Tanja who manages to roll away before Niobe can get the leg hooked for the pin!

MATTHEWS: “More proof that Tanja is going to be one hell of a competitor here on Fate. She’s adapting as she goes against Niobe here tonight.”

GRIFFIN: “Like she said, she might be new to 4CW, but she’s not new to wrestling.”

Niobe is on her feet once again, charging at Tanja. Devereaux uses Martin’s momentum against her, lifting her back up onto her shoulders for a Samoan driver!

GRIFFIN: “Jackson Square from Tanja!”

Incredibly, Niobe is still moving! As Tanja leans over to try to grab her, Martin blasts her in the face with a stiff elbow that knocks her down! Niobe pulls herself up using the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle! The former Fate Champion stands tall before she flies off with a shooting star press!

MATTHEWS: “Phantasm Horror from Niobe! She’s got the leg!”

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THREE!!!

The referee holds Niobe’s hand high as “Nightmare” plays once more.

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

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Niooobeee Maaartiiin!!!”

MATTHEWS: “Not to take anything away from Tanja, but a win here tonight has got to leave Niobe feeling good as she heads into her rematch next week.”

GRIFFIN: “A debut loss is always hard, but I hope Tanja keeps her chin up, because she showed a ton of skill here tonight. I know she can make waves.”

GRIFFIN: “4CW is making moves all over, now spreading into Canada with the recent acquisition of Uprising. Look for the first show under the 4CW banner on Sunday night.”

MATTHEWS: “But here and now we see the Fate Champion in action against the former Co-GM of Fate.”

GRIFFIN: “Despite what some rumors have said, I don’t think this match was made with any ill-will or favoritism toward Lola, I think Bethany Bailey just wanted us to see a great match!”

ROB HEWITT VS. LOLA J. PEREZ

“For Whom The Bell Tolls” blares over the PA system. The screens above the entrance ramp flash in bright orange and red with “RABID” emblazoned across the four screens in black. Rob Hewitt makes his way down to the ring with the Fate Championship around his waist, to lukewarm and polite applause, grinning at the crowd and pointing to random fans wearing a “Rabid” shirt.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring first from Bristol, England, weighing in at two hundred thirty-six pounds… He is the Fate Champion, ‘Rabid’ Rooob Heeewiiitt!!!”

He makes a quick jogging circuit around the ring, slapping hands with anyone who bothers to extend one, then rolls stiffly into the ring and raises an arm to the crowd, fingers extended like claws.

“This is not a game.”

The cameras switch to the head of the ramp where Lola J Perez stands at the top of the ramp with two Fate t-shirts in her hand as she looks out at the crowd. She throws the shirts into the crowd before a flare if pyros erupt behind her as she slowly begins to make her way to the ring.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Dade City, Florida, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds… Looolaaa J Peeereeez!!!”

She blows kisses out at the crowd before sliding under the ropes to enter the ring. She runs up the turnbuckle and throws up an heart before stepping down from the turnbuckle and bouncing around the ring. She holds up her hand with her fingers gesturing gun. She shoots it, kiss it and acts as if she’s putting it in an holster before walking around the ring.

After a quick check with each corner, the referee calls for the bell to start the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Lola makes the first assault, using her speed to her advantage as she clobbers Rob with a flying elbow that staggers him. She wastes no time launching into a volley of knee strikes aimed at Hewitt’s stomach and ribs to try to wear him down. Rob finally breaks free with a European uppercut and follows it up with an immediate snapmare!

MATTHEWS: “We’ve got two very different athletes with two very different styles here. Lola is like a lightning bolt in human form and Rob has all the experience.”

GRIFFIN: “Hewitt has proven himself against all kinds of opponents, but we all know that no one is unbeatable.”

Perez is back on her feet in a flash and hits a jumping neckbreaker that catches Rob off guard. Hewitt attempts to roll through for a pin, but Lola is already gone and on her feet. A spinning heel kick to the temple sends Rob reeling into the ropes. Perez races in, looking for a clothesline to send him over the top, but Hewitt recovers and fires back with a body slam! Rob nails a leg drop that catches Lola across the midsection and starts to go for an armbar, but Perez scrambles away.

GRIFFIN: “Hewitt is known for wearing down the arms and shoulders for a submission later, Lola just made a smart move by not letting herself get trapped.”

MATTHEWS: “With the difference in size, she might be hard pressed to get herself free if Rob is able to lock in a submission.”

Lola sprints across the ring and leaps up, hitting the top rope and twisting for a springboard flying elbow that knocks Hewitt to the canvas. Without giving an inch she unleashes a barrage of mounted punches! Rob takes several blows to the head and face before he is able to grab one arm for leverage and throw her off. Perez is still back to her feet first and charges in, only to be caught with a drop toe hold! Before she can stand or get away Rob drops a stiff elbow right into her spine!

MATTHEWS: “Ouch! You know that had to hurt!”

GRIFFIN: “I’m not sure there’s anything Rob Hewitt does that doesn’t hurt, Ronnie. But he’s feeling the punishment that Lola has unleashed as well. He’s still shaking out the cobwebs!”

Lola and Rob roll in opposite directions before standing, each making sure to give themselves plenty of room. The charge one another at the same time, but Lola stops short, flipping forward onto her hands before hitting a kick that catches Hewitt on the jaw! Rob stumbles, but recovers in time to catch Perez with a fireman’s carry as she rushes him. Lola manages to squirm free before he can capitalize and goes for a dropkick to the back, but Rob sidesteps on instinct and she catches nothing but air!

GRIFFIN: “That is the kind of ring presence that I think only comes with experience.”

MATTHEWS: “Hewitt somehow knew just what Lola had planned and saved himself. But Lola is not done yet, and man has she been impressive for her first time in the 4CW ring!”

GRIFFIN: “I couldn’t agree more! I’m glad she decided to go from behind the scenes to in the ring, because she’s a treat to watch.”

Lola uses the ropes for some extra momentum as she flies back at Rob, leaping up and hooking his neck. For a moment it looks as though Hewitt is countering, but Lola rotates all the way through with a tilt-a-whirl DDT that puts Rob down on the canvas. Perez takes advantage and goes for the corner, right up to the top rope. She bides her time until Hewitt stands again before she leaps off for Chapter Lo! Their two bodies spin as she gets all the way through one circle of the double rotation headscissor takedown before Rob suddenly plants his feet and grabs her waist, reversing into a spike tombstone piledriver!!!

MATTHEWS: “OH MY GOD!!!”

GRIFFIN: “Rob Hewitt just turned the Chapter Lo into the Rabies shot!!!”

MATTHEWS: “That was insane, and brilliant!”

Hewitt rolls over on the canvas and throws an arm across Lola. The referee slides in beside them for the count.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

Hewitt lets the official help him to his feet before the ref holds his hand in the air in victory while “For Whom the Bell Tolls” fills the Reynolds center.

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

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

GRIFFIN: “That was unbelievable! I was positive that Lola had it won!”

MATTHEWS: “So was I, Demi! How Rob had the presence of mind to see what he could do in that situation and turn it to his advantage… Well, I guess that is why he is the Fate Champion.”

GRIFFIN: “You are right, and I can’t wait to see his rematch with Niobe. But I also can’t wait to see Lola in the ring again. She has the makings of a champion going for her as well. She might not have picked up a win tonight, but I’m positive she’s going to be getting a whole lot of three counts under her belt soon.”

MATTHEWS: “And now for the match we should have seen at Winter Wasteland!”

GRIFFIN: “In the Wasteland Wildcard series, Brody Lee Prince and Lord Raab were drawn against each other in the first match, but before it could get started Raab attacked Brody with a staple gun!”

MATTHEWS: “Brody has made it clear that he wants revenge for that, as well as the damage done to his trophy Marla by Raab in the past.”

GRIFFIN: “And Raab has made it clear that he doesn’t really care what anybody wants.”

MATTHEWS: “Now we see them square off, and I’m willing to bet it’s going to be very, very aggressive between the two.”

BRODY LEE PRINCE VS. LORD RAAB

A simulated sundown on the video board plays as the lights of the arena begin to slowly fade to black, all that remains is the sound of guitar is heard.

“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down”

After a couple of moments the curtains part and a bright spotlight roars from behind giving the person standing there a nice silhouette. Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” continues as the light begins to dim down showing that the person standing there is none other Brody Lee Prince. Brody Lee seems to be growing a nice beard as well, his head is pointed down as he eyes just watch the world in front of him like a hawk. He is wearing a pair of black trunks, a leather sleeveless jacket, and his right arm is covered in a black protective band.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Forth Worth, Texas, weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Starla and Max Von Grant! He is the ‘Prince of Texas,’ Brooody Leeee Priiiince!!!”

As he begins to walk towards the ring Starla and Max Von Grant walk behind him on his martch towards the ring. Starla is wearing a tight red dress which has a good number of sparkles across the top, while her chubby brother is wearing a black shirt and a black jacket over that. Brody Lee stands on the outside of the ring, takes out the lump of chew tucked into his cheek and places it into the hands of Max, and then gives a kiss to Starla before he finally slides into the ring.

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

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds… He is ‘The Green Disease German Monster,’ Looord Raaaaab!!!”

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

With Raab’s unpredictability and Brody’s obvious desire to get the match started, the ref signals for the opening bell without even checking with both corners!

DING!!! DING!!!

Lord Raab bull rushes from his corner first, throwing himself at Brody and looking for a possible Thesz press, but the Prince of Texas is read for the monster and sends him back with a knife edge chop that echoes off the rafters. Prince drives Raab back across the ring with a hail of chops until the masked German is in the corner. Backing up, Brody runs in place for a moment to get his momentum going before dashing toward the corner for a running knee strike. But Raab spits a green mist into Prince’s face before the shot connects!

Brody reels back, wiping his eyes and face while the official warns Raab about the blatant illegal move. Before the referee can try to check on Prince, the German is already striding forward again. Raab snatches Brody up and heaves him to the mat with a scoop slam. Without giving Prince the chance to get up, the masked monster drops to his knees and begins driving his head into Brody’s over and over again! The ref tries to break it up, but Raab refuses to listen. However he provides just enough distraction that Prince can throw an elbow into Lord Raab’s face that sends him sprawling on the canvas!

GRIFFIN: “There’s the fury we expected to see between Raab and Brody!”

MATTHEWS: “The conflict between them has been brewing since before Winter Wasteland. They had run ins with each other while both were still wrestling on Adrenaline and it’s finally come to a head. Whatever happens here tonight, I’m not even sure it will be the end of it!”

Brody and Raab get to their feet almost at the same time. The German monster makes the first move, charging at Prince… right into a reverse atomic drop! As Raab stumbles Brody ducks behind him and wraps him up for a belly-to-back suplex. With the masked monster down on the mat, Prince starts to stomp away at his stomach and chest! Finally, Brody moves down to Raab’s feet, kicking his legs apart like a wishbone before stepping on Raab’s groin! The referee gives him a blistering warning and then starts a count when he doesn’t let up.

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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FI—

MATTHEWS: “Brody calls that the Gas Pedal!”

GRIFFIN: “And it almost got him disqualified!”

Though obviously feel the effects of the illegal move, Raab powers through the pain and catches Brody right on the jaw as he rises with a European uppercut! When Prince comes back at him Raab whips him down the mat with an arm drag. Brody pops right back up and nails the masked monster with a shoulder tackle. Raab is close enough to catch himself on the ropes before falling, but Prince is right there, lifting him up in the air, turning, and then dropping Raab face first down onto the ropes!

GRIFFIN: “There’s a big fire under Brody here tonight, and you can see it!”

MATTHEWS: “After what Raab did at Winter Wasteland, I can’t blame him!”

Raab is left holding his face as he recovers. Brody flies back in, but Lord Raab catches him with a surprise straight jab that brings Prince up short. Wasting no time the German lays into the Texan with a volley of boxing punches that drives Brody back across the ring. Prince thinks fast and drops back into the ropes to avoid the next punch, hooking Raabs head for a running bulldog! As Brody tries to stand Raab trips him up and begins throwing his knee into Prince’s head repeatedly!

Brody reaches up in desperation and grabs Raab’s mask, twisting it so the German Monster can’t see! Raab snarls as he fixes his mask, but it gives Prince just enough time to escape! Once he can see again Raab starts to stand, only to be caught with a running knee strike from Brody! No sooner has Raab hit the mat than Prince runs at him again, leaping in the air to stomp down on the monster’s chest! Brody closes in again, but Lord Raab catches him with a stiff right that spins him all the way around, opening Prince up for a release German suplex!

MATTHEWS: “That trick with the mask might have bought Brody some time, but I think it also made Raab even angrier.”

GRIFFIN: “Is that even possible?”

MATTHEWS: “I wouldn’t have thought so either, but it looks like it!”

Raab stands, but Brody is slow to get to his feet. When Prince finally stand, he turns right into Raab, who grabs him by the throat! Brody knows what is coming and starts to struggle, but he can’t get free! Lord Raab lifts Prince clean off of his feet and drives him down into the mat with the Raabinator!!! Raab makes the pin!

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THRE—KICKOUT!!!

Brody somehow gets the shoulder up before the ref’s hand hits the mat a third time! The masked monster stands and moves behind Prince as Brody rolls onto his stomach. Lord Raab reaches down and wraps his arms around Prince’s waist, heaving him all the way up and over, bridging for a deadlift Killerpin!!! The official dives in again for the count!

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THRE—KICKOUT!!!

GRIFFIN: “How?! How did Brody do it?! That’s twice he kicked out at the last second?”

MATTHEWS: “Can he possibly take any more? What does Raab have to do to stop him? Does Brody even know where he is at this point?”

Raab turns on the referee and begins to argue about the count. Brody pulls himself toward the corner and uses the ropes to haul himself to his feet. As Prince stands he leans heavily against the turnbuckles, recovering while he keeps an eye on Lord Raab. The German finally turns from the official as he notices that Brody is up. Raab grabs Prince and sends him to the ropes for an Irish whip. As Brody rebounds he draws himself up short and spins around for the Tooth-Loosener lariat out of nowhere!!! The surprise blow sends Raab to the canvas and Prince drops, hooking the leg!

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THREE!!!

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

“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” hits the PA system once again as the referee raises Brody’s hand in victory. Prince can barely seem to stand on his own, and Max and Starla slide into the ring to support him.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Brooody Leee Priiince!!!”

MATTHEWS: “I dont’ know how Brody found the strength to come back!”

GRIFFIN: “Raab really put Brody through the ringer, that’s for sure. Prince is going to be feeling this for days and days.”

MATTHEWS: “Raab certainly lives up to the ‘Monster’ monniker in every match. You can’t take anything away from either Brody or Raab tonight, they both gave it their all.”

The cameras switch backstage outside the office of Bethany Bailey where interviewer Gabriel Hartman is lurking at the door.

HARTMAN: “After the announcement at the beginning of the show that a second championship will soon be added to Fate, fans have all but crashed the 4CW website with pleas to know more details. I’m hoping to catch a word with the Fate GM and use a bit of my charm to get her to tell us just a little bit more…”

Gabriel is just about to knock on the door when a conversation starts up inside that catches his attention. The camera moves in closer, trying to pick up the discussion.

BAILEY: “Perry Wallace? To what do I owe this phone call?”

. . .

BAILEY: “Wait, you said who contacted you?”

. . .

BAILEY: “Are you high? Are you just yanking my chain here?”

. . .

BAILEY: “Of course I’m interested! A name like that coming to Fate has the potential to put ratings through the roof. People are going to start coming out of the woodwork in hopes of getting a shot in the ring. I might have to start turning down contracts.”

. . .

BAILEY: “Yes, send me the number. I’ll make the call in the morning and start working out the details.”

. . .

BAILEY: “And if you’re lying to me about this, you’re never going to have to worry about anymore ‘children’ popping up ever again, I hope you understand that.”

Hartman steps back as the sounds of movement are heard from within the office. The door quickly opens and Bethany doesn’t look the least bit surprised to see Gabriel standing there. Instead she gives an imperious point in the opposite direction.

BAILEY: “Hartman, get out of here. I’m not telling you anything more about that phone call I know you just eavesdropped on or the second championship that will be coming to Fate. Go do your job.”

GRIFFIN: “Well, Gabe just got shut down there, but you can’t blame him for trying.”

MATTHEWS: “I wanted to know more about the championship myself, but now I’m dying to find out what that phone call was about!”

GRIFFIN: “It sounds like a big name in the wrestling business is interested in coming to Fate, but who?!”

MATTHEWS: “And how long do we have to wait to find out?”

GRIFFIN: “Well one thing we do know is that it is time for our Main Event.”

WHISPER VS. ISTVAN BATHORY

The lights flicker as the song “Angels Holocaust” by Iced Earth starts to play and Whisper appears walking out of the curtain. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds, she is ‘the Archangel of Wrestling,’ Whiiispeeer!!!”

She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up. Inside the ring, she walks to her corner and awaits the sound of the bell.

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 introducing her opponent, from Budapest, Hungary, weighing in at three hundred ten pounds… He is the ‘Wolfsbane,’ Iiistvaaan Baaathooory!!!”

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 moustache, and takes a few shadow boxing punches to get himself warmed up.

Both Whisper and Istvan give a curt nod to the official as he checks with them. With both opponents ready the timekeeper rings the opening bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Whisper steps out of her corner, striding toward Istvan, but surprisingly Bathory doesn’t move, instead allowing her to come for him. She goes for a shot to the chest but Istvan suddenly lunges forward with a vicious headbutt! Whisper stumbles back a step, then fires off several chops to the collar in rapid succession. She drives him all the way against the ropes and is about to send him over the top when he sends a forearm smash into her face!

Whisper is put off only for a moment before she hits a standing dropkick that catches him square in the chest! Bathory saves himself from spilling over to the floor by hooking both arms on the top rope, but just barely! As Whisper flies back at him he counters with a double axe handle to the had that knocks her to the mat. Before Bathory has the chance to press the advantage Whisper is already rolling back to her feet.

MATTHEWS: “Istvan is coming into this match with a strategy against Whisper.”

GRIFFIN: “He knows she is a submission specialist, so he’s keeping close to the ropes where he can get a break if she’s able to lock one in.”

As soon as Whisper is back on her feet she flips forward onto her hands, twists as her legs comes down so that her back is to Bathory, and flies back to drive her elbow into the side of his head while her body slams his back into the turnbuckles! The Diva of Destruction then throws forearm after forearm into Wolfsbane’s face until the referee is forced to step in and try to wave her back. Istvan uses the distraction and catches Whisper with an eye rake!

The ref turns his fury on Bathory as he admonishes him for the illegal move. The official almost isn’t out of the way in time as Whisper hits a spinning heel kick! With Istvan off balance from the impact she is able to pull him out of the corner and twist him into position for an inverted DDT! Whisper floats around, looking for some mounted punches, but Bathory quickly uses his weight to roll over an hit a kneeling fist drop to the head!

GRIFFIN: “Looks like Istvan is not only trying to mitigate Whisper’s devastating submissions, but also wear her down and make her dizzy by focusing on her head.”

MATTHEWS: “We’re used to seeing the feral side of Wolfsbane, but tonight we’re getting a glimpse of how calculating he can be as well.”

As Istvan stands Whisper is able to trip him up and take advantage with an armbar takedown! Bathory tries desperately to get free before she can fully lock it in, but she holds on tight, throws her legs over him, and cranks down on the armbar! Wolfsbane snarls and looks for the ropes, stretching his long arm out as far as he can. He comes up just a few inches short, but with the goal so close he’s insensed. With just one arm Istvan practically digs his fingers into the canvas, pulling with all his strength and dragging Whisper right along with him! He’s able to close the gap and get his hand on the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break, but Whisper holds on, true to her Soulless Bitch nickname!

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MATTHEWS: “Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone tonight is trying to get themselves disqualified?”

GRIFFIN: “It’s not just you, Ronnie. But when these two went back and forth at each other, Whisper did promise that Istvan had brought out a side of her that we hadn’t seen yet!”

Whisper steps back as she finally relents, giving Istvan enough room to move. Instead of getting to his feet, he takes her down with a drop toe hold and she collides with the turnbuckles! Bathory quickly goes for a barrage of stomps to the head. Whisper is able to deflect most of them with her arms, but a few hit their mark. Finally Wolfsbane reaches down and pulls her to her feet. As Istvan goes for a huge clothesline, Whisper ducks undernearth and begins throwing kick after kick into his gut when he turns, driving him down to the mat in the corner!

GRIFFIN: “These two are absolutely trying to tear each other apart!”

MATTHEWS: “There hasn’t been a lot of holding back from anyone here in Tulsa, and definitely not from Whisper or Istvan.”

Whisper backs up to the middle of the ring before sprinting in for a low running dropkick to the chest! Istvan sags and she hauls him out of the corner, away from the ropes, before dropping and hooking the leg.

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Istvan gets the shoulder up after just two! Whisper is visibly frustrated but doesn’t let it get to her as she stands, turning around and going for a standing moonsault!

But Bathory rolls out of the way and she hits the mat! Isvtan is quick to capitalize with another fist drop to the head, this time from the standing position! He’s back on his feet as fast as he can and goes for an elbow drop to the head, only to hit the canvas when Whisper rolls away! Istvan charges, looking for a clubbing blow to the head, but Whisper uses his momentum against him for an impressive snap suplex!

MATTHEWS: “Wow! Whisper is strong, but I wasn’t sure if she was going to pull that off!”

GRIFFIN: “Leverage and gravity can be great allies if you know how to use them to your advantage, but you are right, that was awesome!”

Bathory is a touch slow to get to his feet, but when he does he rushes right at Whisper. The tall woman is ready and catches him with an inverted atomic drop! Istvan stumbles but doesn’t go down, sending a boot into her gut and hitting the ropes, coming back with a running knee lift to the face! As Whisper crumples to the mat, Bathory goes for the pin!

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The shoulder is up before the three, and Wolfsbane is enraged! He gets to his feet and goes for a stomp to the throat or head, but she quickly slides out of the way! Whisper is back on her feet, running straight for the corner. She leaps up, feet connecting with the top rope, and twists midair to hit Istvan with a whisper in the wind!

GRIFFIN: “Wow! That might be the first time I’ve seen Whisper go airborn, but she does it with style!”

MATTHEWS: “It knocked Bathory down, but he’s as resilient as ever and he’s getting back up!”

Both Istvan and Whisper take a few moments to catch their breath as they get to their feet, glaring daggers at one another across the ring. The Archangel of Wrestling makes the first move while Bathory continues to stick close to the ropes. Whisper connects with a big diving elbow and Istvan is stunned but doesn’t go down. He fires back with another headbutt that knocks her back a step! She closes the distance once more and draws an arm back for a big bitch slap! Wolfsbane lashes out with both hands and catches her by the throat, turning and tossing her into the corner!

MATTHEWS: “Oh no! I think Whisper’s in trouble! Bathory is about to go for the Full Moon!”

GRIFFIN: “Wait, what’s that?”

Without his music to announce his presence, Zolton appears at the top of the aisle as Istvan and Whisper continue to battle it out. Zolton saunters back and forth with an arrogant smile upon his face as he gazes at the action in the ring. He pays no attention to the crowd as he begins to make his way down to the aisle.

MATTHEWS: “Now why is this guy out here? He has no business being here!”

GRIFFIN: “I have no clue, but he is heading for the ring. I wonder what his intentions are…”

Zolton begins to circle around the ring, and finally Bathory notices him as he attempts to end the match between himself and Whisper. Istvan lowers his hand from the impending chop to the throat and steps up onto the second rope, towering over Zolton on the floor below as he glares down at the other man. Zolton locks eyes with Istvan and throws his arms out as if to ask, “What are you going to do about it?”

The distraction has given Whisper all the time she needed to recover, however! She throws a mighty elbow up into Istvan’s face, dazing him. With Bathory up on the second rope, she’s just barely able to get his massive weight into position for a quick sit-out powerbomb!!!

MATTHEWS: “Angel’s Revenge! Whisper used every bit of strength she had and hit Istvan with the Angel’s Revenge!”

GRIFFIN: “And she’s going for the pin!”

The ref stops trying to send Zolton backstage and swoops in for the count as Whisper hooks both of Bathory’s legs.

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“Angels Holocaust” hits the sound system as Whisper stands and the official raises her arm high in the air.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Whiiispeeer!!!”

Once the music begins to die down, Zolton enters the ring while Whisper’s hand is still raised in victory. She notices Zolton and locks her eyes on him, waiting for trouble. Zolton just smiles and turns his focus squarely on Istvan Bathory.

GRIFFIN: “I think it’s pretty safe to say that Zolton is out here for Wolfsbane.”

MATTHEWS: “After their first match against one another and an un-televised match at a house show not long ago, it seems that there is some unfinished business that has spilled into this match.”

GRIFFIN: “I hate that some people are going to use this to take away from Whisper’s victory, because she earned her win here.”

Wanting no part of the brewing trouble between Zolton and Istvan, Whisper exits the ring and heads backstage to enjoy her victory. Zolton circles Bathory a few times. His arrogant smiles grows with each step. Istvan begins to stir, but he hasn’t noticed Zolton. Bathory begins to rise, but before he can make it to his feet, Zolton nails him with a stiff boot to the back. Zolton gestures toward the timekeeper until he is given a microphone.

ZOLTON: “Hello there Istvan, have you missed me?”

Zolton circles Istvan as he speaks to him. He laughs as it seems Bathory is having a hard time getting to his feet.

GRIFFIN: “Zolton is toying with Istvan now.”

ZOLTON: “Did you think I forgot about you Bathory? I haven’t and I won’t until this little thing between us is done and over with. Oh, I saw your little speech after I kicked your ass at that house show. I heard you wanted to have what they call a rubber match against me. Well, Bathory, consider this my response.”

As Zolton speaks, Istvan rises to his feet, a little wobbly, but his eyes are laser focused on the big man. Zolton drops the mic as Istvan runs at him, but Zolton buries his big boot into Bathory’s midsection, slumping Istvan over. Zolton delivers a repeat of what he did to Cutter earlier in the night and takes Bathory down with the Pearly Gates, leaving Istvan in a lump in the center of the ring. Zolton grabs the mic again with a smile.

ZOLTON: “Consider that my resounding yes, Bathory. I would love to beat your silly ass another time to ultimately prove that I am by far better than you in this ring. I will prove it whenever this match between you and I takes place. For now enjoy this.”

Zolton suddenly drops the mic again and dives on Istvan, attempting to lock him up in his Discension submission hold. But an army of referees and security rush the ring and are able to separate Bathory and Zolton before he can fully apply it. It takes several of them pulling and prying before Zolton laughs as he slithers out of the ring staring at his handy work.

Fate goes off the air as the struggle to keep Istvan and Zolton separated continues.