ADRENALINE E39 (066)


ADRENALINE E39 FEBRUARY 24TH, 2016
NASHVILLE MUNICIPAL AUDITORIUM NASHVILLE, TN

PRE-SHOW
ERICA UMBRA VS. VICTOR CASSIUS

With both wrestling coming off tough losses two weeks ago, Cassius came to the ring with a new focus. From the sound of the bell, Cassius was relentless, taking advantage of Erica’s beaten and battered body from the brutal match she was involved in two weeks prior. Gaining momentum quickly with a superkick to Erica’s grill, Cassius showed no mercy as he put her body through another match filled with pain and somewhat torture. Showing off his athleticism, Cassius tossed Erica around the ring like a ragdoll with various hurricanranas. After wearing her down and depleting her tank, Cassius finally showed a sense of mercy as he finished her off with New God Flow, setting up for the pin and taking the ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

Opening up at ringside, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit at the announcers booth with an electric crowd behind them. Scanning over the Nashville Municipal Auditorium, the entire building is packed and anxiously waiting for things to officially kickoff. In the mix of people, a few signs catch the cameras attention as it zooms in, capturing a close up shot of them.

BIG 4 WHO?

DARRYL WALLACE
SHITS HIS PANTS

IT ME

Capturing Johnson and Vassa in the picture once more, Johnson reviews his notes as Vassa looks back at the crowd, waving as a chant breaks out.

“4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!!”

Johnson then taps on Vassa’s shoulder, grabbing his attention. After a few words between the two, Johnson looks towards the camera and points at it. Vassa quickly makes himself comfortable before taking a drink from his glass of whiskey on the booth. With the cameras rolling and the crowd eager for things to begin, Johnson takes the lead.

JOHNSON: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of Adrenaline! We come to you live from the Nashville Municipal Auditorium in Nashville, Tennessee! I’m your host, Steve Johnson and this man sitting beside me is the one and only, Vinny Vassa!”

VASSA: “Good evening folks! I’m excited to be here tonight as we kickoff what looks to be a stacked card from top to bottom.”

JOHNSON: “It surely is, Vinny! We will jump into round two of the tournament to determine who will face 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith, at South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “We have four huge matches in the lineup tonight with this second round. Let’s take a look at the bracket for a short moment.”

JOHNSON: “Those are some big names going head to head tonight to see who will advance to round three.”

VASSA: “The whole tournament from the start was packed with talent. Even though the talent from Fate didn’t advance to the second round, they made an impact two weeks ago and showed that they have what it takes to compete here on the big stage.”

JOHNSON: “We have other big matches in the mix ladies and gentlemen. Opening the show we have Jason Cashe defending the XTC Championship against Magnus Brutus.”

VASSA: “This is going to be a messy one. Magnus got himself disqualified from the tournament two weeks ago after cracking one of the Tag Team Championships across Bryan William’s head.”

JOHNSON: “Things took a turn for the worse but after those actions, Magnus opened up some eyes and will now step into the ring with the XTV Champion.”

VASSA: “You don’t see people get rewarded for actions like that but the way I see it, this is more of a challenge for Cashe than it is a reward for Magnus.”

JOHNSON: “You do make a fine point, Vinny. Magnus has shown us what he can do in extreme settings. His actions two weeks ago just opened some eyes as to who would be violent enough to place across the ring from Cashe, the man trying to reinvent the Extreme division.”

VASSA: “Let’s not forget about Bryan Laughlin and Dakota Smith, the 4CW Champion!”

JOHNSON: “These two will meet in the ring tonight is what could turn out to be a bloodbath. Bryan Laughlin has been placed in matches with big 4CW names since stepping onto Adrenaline and tonight is no different.”

VASSA: “He came up a little short two weeks ago with Chris Madison but let’s not forget, Laughlin has a huge win over former 4CW Champion, Jair Hopkins. That alone has weight to it.”

JOHNSON: “Dakota has been out of action for quite some time now. His first match in months was two weeks ago against Seamus O’Connor and it wasn’t an easy task by any means. I hope Dakota was able to shake the rust off because this match tonight is going to be a challenge for both men.”

VASSA: “Well that’s enough with the sweet talk, Steve. Let’s get right to the action and give the fans what they came here to see!”

JOHNSON: “I can’t argue with that! Let’s officially open the night with a bang!”

OPENING MATCH
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME RULES
MAGNUS BRUTUS VS. JASON CASHE ©

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

And then the heavy guitar rift of The Misfits’ “Kong At The Gates” begins to hammer out over the arena’s PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyro, just a calling by the music that something awful is about to happen. After a couple of the thundering drums sound out from the back steps out the ancient one himself, the man who walks from town to town leaving carnage behind him, the monstrous Magnus BRUTUS himself.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred sixty six pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, MAGNUS BBRRUUTTUUSS!!!”

The man is dressed in a pair wrestling pants which are blue and darker blue and look as if they haven’t been changed in probably twenty years. His wrists are taped and they match his wrestling pants and he has an even dirtier look on his face, at his side is the young and redheaded Pheobe who is wearing a short and flowing white nurse’s outfit complete with hat on her head. The two make their way to the ring before Magnus climbs into it, leaving Phoebe on the outside.

POWERS: “And the champion!”

The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back with the 4CW XTV Championship around his waist and a smile on his face as he hears the place give him either jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW XTV Champion, “The Troubled One”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

Patting the championship around his waist, he takes two quick puffs from an “Air Joint”, Cashe rips the belt off and throws his arms up above his head holding his championship high. He shows it to those watching at home before slapping the camera away. He begins to head to the ring. A few fans holding out their own titles, Cashe “high fives” his belt to theirs as he makes his way down to ringside. He rounds the corner of the ring and jogs the steel stairs, getting up on the ring apron.

Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he raises the XTV Championship, leaning against the ropes, he roars out, getting hyped up over the upcoming match.

CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH LIGHT THAT SHIT UP!!!”

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

VASSA: “It’s time to start the night off big!”

JOHNSON: “There’s no doubt about that! We have trashcans full of goodies on the outside of the ring. We have Magnus Brutus. We have the TXV Champion, Jason Cashe. This is going to get wild ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: “Two trashcans, one of each side of the ring, and they’re both stuffed with pain inflicting items! This is so exciting!”

JOHNSON: “Both of these men have a taste for pain and they’re going to get to satisfy that hunger here tonight.”

VASSA: “Cashe has been hard at it since winning the Extreme Championship, which is now the Extreme Television Championship. He destroyed the old belt and what was meant to be a punishment, has only opened this door for the level of competition we see in the extreme division week in and week out.”

JOHNSON: “Cashe has taken tremendous amounts of punishment to his body since carrying it with the pride of a fighting champion. Tonight he has a serious challenge with Brutus who has been doing this nearly for his entire life.”

VASSA: “Magnus has plenty of miles on those tires but here he is, still kicking ass and taking a beating. He’s been a force to be reckoned with since signing with 4CW and tonight will be his toughest challenge on 4CW turf to date.”

JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope these two don’t kill each other before the night is over.”

VASSA: “Can’t make any guarantees!”

Walking over to Cashe, the official grabs the XTV Championship and slowly makes his way to the center of the ring. Holding it above his head, the official turns to each side of the ring, putting it on display for the fans in attendance. He then walks to the ropes and hands the championship to a member of the ringside crew. Back in the center of the ring, the official checks with Magnus who grunts and nods back. Turning to Cashe, the official quickly gets the signal as Cashe pushes himself away from the corner and screams.

CASHE: “LET’S DO THIS!!!”

With both men ready to get things underway, the official then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell echoes throughout the building, Cashe erupts from his corner and charges straight for Magnus. Closing in, Cashe throws a wild right hand towards Magnus’ head but misses as he steps out of the way. Locking onto Cashe’s arm with both hands, Magnus then pulls him into the corner and slams him chest first into it. Grabbing Cashe by the back of the head, Magnus then pulls his head back away from the corner and then slams it forward, driving Cashe’s face into the top turnbuckle padding. With Cashe stunned, Magnus then throws a series of forearms, crashing down onto Cashe’s back one after the other. Grabbing the back of Cashe’s pants with one hand and his head with the other, Magnus then lifts him up and flips him over the top rope.

Crashing down to the apron, Cashe lands on his back and before he can get up, Magnus kicks his foot through the ropes and plants it into the side of Cashe’s head. Holding onto the bottom rope, Cashe remains on the apron but then receives another kick to the side of the head. Magnus then grabs onto the top rope and uses it for leverage as he kicks Cashe repeatedly, eventually knocking him down from the apron and face first to the floor.

With Cashe down on his stomach, Magnus quickly climbs through the ropes and drops down to the floor. Lifting his leg into the air, he then stomps down with force, driving his foot into Cashe’s lower back. Walking around Cashe, Magnus then grabs him by the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet. Locking his arm around Cashe’s head, Magnus then grabs ahold of the back of his pants and lifts him into the air. Falling backwards, Magnus drops Cashe across the top of the ringside steps with a suplex.

CCLLUUNNKK!!!

The steps fall over as Cashe rolls off the top and hits the floor face first. Slowly getting back up, Magnus walks around the mess and back to Cashe’s head, grabbing ahold of it and pulling him back to his feet. Holding Cashe in place, Magnus then hits him with a hard right across the jaw. he then locks onto Cashe’s arm and whips him into the barricade only a few feet away. After slamming his back against it, Cashe drops down but catches himself as he extends both arms and locks them around the top of the barricade.

JOHNSON: “Magnus isn’t playing any games here tonight! In under a minute Cashe gets thrown out of the ring and now Magnus has him pinned against the barricade.”

VASSA: “We knew this was going to be a fight and Magnus is taking lead from the jump!”

Magnus then charges towards Cashe with both hands above his head going for a double axe handle. Seeing an opportunity, Cashe pushing himself away from the barricade while on his knees and drives his shoulder into Magnus’ mid-section as he closes in. Knocking the breath out of Magnus, Cashe then pops back to his feet and throws a stiff right to Magnus’ mouth as his guard is lowered. With Magnus standing straight up, Cashe then hits him with a European uppercut, knocking him back a few steps. Cashe then lunges forward and grabs ahold of Magnus’ head. He then drags him towards the opposite side of the apron and throws him forward, head first into the trash can full of foreign objects.

CCRRAASSHH!!!

VASSA: “Heads up, Magnus!”

JOHNSON: “The toys have come out for play!”

Cashe walks over to the scattered mess of weapons spread across the floor. Looking through them, he shrugs his shoulders with displeasure at the selection. Turning his attention to the trash can, Cashe lifts it up from the floor and holds it up with both hands. Surveying it with both hands, a smile comes to his face as he admires the dent in the side of it from the impact of Magnus’ head. He then lifts it above his head with both hands and slams it down, hitting Magnus across the back with it. After dropping the trashcan beside him, Cashe then lifts Magnus up to his feet and turns him around. Wrapping both arms around Magnus’ waist, Cashe then lifts him up into the air and drives him head first into the trashcan.

CCLLAANNKK!!!

Magnus’ body lies limp with the trashcan wrapped around his skull. Rolling over to his side, Cashe props himself up and looks at the sight as the infamous toothless grin appears. Pushing himself up, Cashe walks around the pile of weapons and stops in front of one in particular. Reaching down, he wraps his hand around a wire brush. Holding it in front of his face, Cashe then opens wide and smiles before pretending to brush his teeth. He then looks to Magnus and takes a few steps in to gain momentum before swinging and slamming the brush against the bottom surface of the trashcan.

DDOONNGG!!!

Cashe then goes wild and begins swinging the wire brush downward at Magnus’, swiping him across the chest with it over and over. After leaving dozens of scratches across his chest, Cashe then presses it against Magnus’ flesh and puts all of his weight behind it. Magnus roars as the wire puncture his skin. Reaching up with both hands, Magnus grabs ahold of Cashe and throws him to the side and down to the floor. After pulling his head up from the trash can, Magnus quickly pushes himself up as Cashe races to his feet as well.

As both men stand tall, Cashe lunges forward with the wire brush aimed for Magnus’ head but misses as he steps out of the way and avoids the nasty blow. With Cashe’s back turned to him, Magnus then wraps him up around the waist and lifts him up from his feet. Falling backwards, Cashe’s back slams against the top corner of the apron as Magnus completes the belly to back suplex.

Rolling around the floor, Cashe reaches behind him and holds his back. Meanwhile, Magnus slowly gets back to his feet and looks down at his chest, taking a close look at the scratches and blood. Slapping his chest, Magnus then smears the blood across it before looking down to Cashe. Grabbing him by the head, Magnus pulls Cashe up to his feet and then locks onto it with the other hand. He then slams Cashe’s face onto the apron a couple of times. With Cashe’s face pressed against the apron, Magnus then drags him along the apron, giving his face a nasty rug burn before stopping at the ring post. Pulling Cashe’s head up from the apron, Magnus then slams it with all of his strength, face first into the post.

PPIINNGG!!!

JOHNSON: “Wake up call!”

VASSA: “He’s going to feel that one in the morning!”

JOHNSON: “I can already tell that this match isn’t goi–“

VASSA: “Cashe is busted wide open!”

Pulling Cashe’s head away from the ring, Magnus reveals a bloodied face. He then turns Cashe around to face him. With blood in his eyes, Cashe can barely keep them open but even blinded, he manages to reach out and grab Magnus by the head with both hands. Pulling Magnus’ head in closer, Cashe slams his forward and connects with a headbutt. Magnus quickly releases his hold on Cashe.

After wiping the blood from his eyes, Cashe lunges forward and locks onto Magnus’ head, biting down across the bridge of his nose. Magnus quickly pulls his head back, ripping his bloodied nose from Cashe’s bite. Cashe then drives his knee upward into Magnus’ groin. Lunging over in a world of pain, Magnus releases a loud grunt as the pain begins to settle in his stomach. Cashe then pulls Magnus’ head between his legs and wraps him up around the waist.

With all of his strength, Cashe goes to lift Magnus up but can only raise him a couple of inches from the floor before he drops back down to his feet. Cashe then attempts to lift him again, this time getting his feet higher from the floor but Magnus begins kicking them until he manages to come back down to the floor safely. In a burst of energy, Magnus then stands straight up, lifting Cashe into the air and tossing him over his back. Cashe hits the floor with a thud as Magnus stumbles forward before falling down to both knees.

JOHNSON: “Both men are down and this match is clearly taking its toll on them.”

VASSA: “I don’t know if you can call it much of a match. This has just been a fight from the sound of the bell.”

JOHNSON: “Over the last two weeks these two have talked about throwing wrestling out of the window.”

VASSA: “That’s exactly what they’ve done here tonight.”

Magnus crawls towards the ring and then lifts up the apron, looking underneath the ring. He then pulls out a table. Standing back to his feet, Magnus slides the table into the ring. Turning to Cashe, he slowly makes his way over to him. Pulling Cashe up from the floor, Magnus walks him to the side of the ring and then rolls him in underneath the bottom rope. Grabbing onto the ropes, Magnus pulls himself up to the apron and then stands to his feet. With Cashe slowly beginning to get to his feet, Magnus quickly enters through the ropes and enters the ring.

Magnus moves in on Cashe as he gets to one knee. Grabbing onto Cashe’s head with his left hand, Magnus holds it in place as he begins pulverizing Cashe’s face with brutal rights. Magnus then pulls Cashe up to his feet and locks onto him with both hands. He then runs, dragging Cashe, towards the corner where he then slams him into the corner. Magnus then rips him out of it and pulls Cashe to the other side of the ring where he throws him into the corner with raw power for a second time.

With Cashe’s arm still in his grip, Magnus pulls it towards his face where he then clamps down on it with his teeth. Cashe tries to pull him away with his free hand but can’t as Magnus’ bite is too strong. Magnus then releases his bite and looks up at Cashe with a mouthful of blood. Cashe’s arm bleeds from the two rows of teeth marks in his forearm. Magnus then spits a mouthful of blood into Cashe’s face before lifting him up from his feet and throwing him back first into the corner with a body slam.

Magnus then reaches down and grabs ahold of Cashe’s arm. Pulling him away from the corner, Magnus rolls him over to his back and then drops to both knees. He then makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “Cashe kicks out before the three!”

VASSA: “I don’t know how, his body has been abused from the sound of the bell. Hell, both of these men have literally beat the shit out of each other.”

JOHNSON: “This match should have just been in the street.”

VASSA: “But then we wouldn’t have this gre–“

JOHNSON: “OOOHHHHHH!!!”

Before Magnus can pull himself away, Cashe reaches up and pokes him in the eyes with his fingers. In a blind rage, Magnus then slams his fist downward into Cashe’s face, over and over, knocking him into a daze. Magnus then stands to his feet and takes a few steps back while rubbing his eyes. With one eye open, he looks down and spots the table beside his feet. Reaching down and grabbing it, Magnus then sets the table up. He then walks to the edge of the ropes facing the announcers booth and begins yelling at a member of the ringside crew while pointing to the steel chair he’s sitting in.

After a few moments of yelling, Magnus’ demands are met as the member of the ringside crew brings him the chair. Magnus snatches it away from his hands before taking a step back from the ropes and looking at it gripped firmly in both hands. Magnus then slowly turns around, not knowing what’s behind him.

VASSA: “Watch out Magnus!”

Cashe then charges in and lunges forward, hitting the chair with striking elbow, knocking it into Magnus’ face.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

JOHNSON: “The Mark of Jason!”

Magnus drops the chair and stumbles backwards into the ropes before wrapping his arms around the top and holding himself up. Holding his elbow with a painful look on his face, Cashe takes a step back as it appears the contact with the chair hurt him as well. He then grabs the chair and holds it with both hands before raising it over his head, favoring the arm with the injured elbow in question. Cashe then swings down with the chair, still favoring his arm but connecting with a shot to Magnus’ head.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

As he pulls the chair away from Magnus’ head, a surprised look comes over his face at the sight of Magnus still holding himself up. Cashe then raises the chair above his head once more and swings down, this time a little harder than before but still favoring the arm.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

The chair connects with impact and as Cashe pulls it away from his head, he looks on is disbelief as Magnus remains on his feet with a face covered in blood. Magnus then stumbles forward and throws a hard right for Cashe’s head but connects with the chair instead as Cashe holds it up in defense.

CLANK!!!

Magnus quickly draws his hand back and before you know it, Cashe swings the chair in an instant, planting it directly in the center of magnus’ face.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

Magnus then stumbles to the side before running into the table. Cashe tosses the chair towards the nearby corner and then sneaks up behind Magnus. Rolling Magnus onto the table, Cashe places him on his back and then turns to the corner. After picking up the chair, he ascends to the top and looks over the crowd for a moment as chanting begins.

X-T-V!!! … X-T-V!!! … X-T-V!!! … X-T-V!!! … X-T-V!!!”

Cashe then turns to face Magnus and with him still on his back, Cashe leaps from the top and comes down with the chair placed underneath his leg, landing on Magnus’ face with a leg drop.

CCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

The table then gives instantly and the two crash through it and down to the mat.

CCRRUUNNCCHH!!!

VASSA: “HOLY-FUCKING-SHIT!!!”

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: “Cashe just hit Magnus with a chair shot to the face powered by a leg drop from the top rope!”

JOHNSON: “We don’t hardly ever see Cashe take things aerial and this comes as quite a surprise!”

VASSA: “That table is shattered into hundreds of pieces. Magnus is covered in blood. Cashe is covered in blood. Look at the wreckage!”

JOHNSON: “We knew this was going to be a throw down but these two have outdone themselves here tonight.”

VASSA: “Wait a second, we have movement! Cashe is crawling over Magnus!”

JOHNSON: “This could be it! He’s going for the pin!”

Cashe lays across Magnus and doesn’t bother hooking the leg as the official drops in carefully for the count, cautious of the mess in the ring.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “He retains! Cashe retains the XTV Championship!”

JOHNSON: “This was a brawl if we’ve ever seen one. Magnus has definitely made a statement here tonight despite coming up short in this close one.”

With the XTV Championship in hand, the official helps Cashe up to his feet, barely able to stand on his own will. He then hands Cashe the championship before raising his free hand into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW XTV Champion, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”

Cashe then pulls his arm away from the official before falling to both knees. His face and chest are covered in blood and with the championship in hand, he looks over to Magnus and surveys the damage. Cashe then rolls to the edge of the ring and underneath the bottom rope, exiting to the outside. Barely able to stand on his own, Cashe holds on to the apron. Spotting a nearby camera, Cashe waves for it to come closer and as it does, he wipes the blood from his face and stares into the lens.

CASHE: “UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSTABLE!!!”

He then pushes the camera out of his face before walking along the apron with the championship in hand, held by his side, dragging the floor. Inside of the ring, the official checks with Magnus who is just now beginning to move but still down in the bloody mess.

UNDERCARD
RYAN KIDD VS. OTTO CORBAN

POWERS:This following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first.”

The lights in the arena die down as the crowd screams in anticipation. “Strength of the Mind“ by Killswitch Engage suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He looks around the arena and raises his arms to the delight of the crowd.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois by way of Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… ‘Pro Wrestling’s Evil Knievl’, RYAN KKIIDDDD!!!”

As the red lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp and slaps some hands of the fans ringside. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and raises his arm. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms and roars to pump up the crowd. He somersaults down from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then somersaults down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm ups while awaiting the sound of the bell.

VASSA:“Ryan Kidd is set to make his debut here tonight against Otto Corban. Kidd being in the ring for five years now with more experience than Corban.”

“Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson blares as the lights flash black and forth. They come back to a steady and standing atop the walkway is Otto Corban. He looks put around him before holding his arms out and doing a three sixty. The fans in attendance booing while there is some cheers stirring up. He lowers his head letting his long blonde hair drift over his face before he bends to a knee and taps his chest.

POWERS:“Coming to the ring from the Heavens above, weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is ‘The Almighty Idol’, OTTO CCOORRBBAANN!!!”

He looks up, a grin etched across his lips as he smiles and slowly rises to his feet, taking his hand and shoving his hair out of his face. He places both hand over his heart before making a heart shape with his finger and making his way to the ring. “Believe.” he chants to the crowd while reaching his hand out and showing a little love. When he gets to the end of the ramp he takes his chain with the cross pendant and puts it around the neck of the person standing there.

Stepping up to the steel steps he stops to make sure his boots are dry on the soles by sliding his feet along the apron before looking back to the crowd and pointing to them. Strutting up the steel steps he steps inside the ring where he continues to strut to the center of the ring where he has the persnickety grin on his face as he looks to his left and right. When he looks at the camera the place goes dark. When the lights come back on Otto’s nealed with a microphone in his hand as he looks down.

CORBAN: ”It’s….time…for…ENLIGHTMENT!!”

He rises to his feet and tosses the microphone over the ropes before crossing his heart. Stepping up a turnbuckle he crosses his heart one more time before throwing up the heart and stepping down from the turnbuckle where he snatches the mini bible from his boot, kissing it and sitting it in his corner.

JOHNSON:“Otto Corban made his 4CW debut late last year when Fate was still Underground. Now he makes his return to 4CW on the Adrenaline brand.”

VASSA:“I’m actually kinda excited to see this guy in the ring.”

JOHNSON:“This Ryan Kidd though, he looks pretty focused out there.”

DING!!! DING!!!

Ryan Kidd looks across the ring at Otto and immediately charges across the ring only to be tripped by Otto who grabs Kidd by the hair and presses him up against a turnbuckle. Corban slaps Kidd across the chest three times before kneeing him in the gut and tossing him to the mat. Otto looks out at the crowd and smirkal before grabbing Kidd by the leg and dragging him to the center of the ring. Otto lifts the leg up before bringing it down causing Kidd’s knee to impact with the mat. Grabbing Kidd by the shoulder Otto brings him to his feet only to be clotheslined by Kidd.

VASSA:Kidd showing some life.”

Otto rolls out of the ring while yelling at Kidd before Kidd motions for Otto to get back in the ring. Otto cautiously slides under the ropes, Kidd waiting for Otto to get to his feet. When he does Kidd looks for a Big Boot by Otto ducks and wraps up around Kidd from behind and Suplexes him. Otto jumps to his face grimacing as he looks down at Kidd. He points out to the crowd before grabbing Kidd by the hair and pulling him back to his feet.

Corban wraps up around Kidd’s neck as he talks to him. He hits Kidd with a European Uppercut followed by a chin to the jaw. Kidd stumbles backwards to the ropes, bounces off and is hit with a Roundhouse Kick that drops him to the mat.

JOHNSON:“Nice Roundhouse kick there from The Almighty Idol.”

Corban laughs while slowy walking to where Kidd dropped. He grabs Ryan by the arm and drags him to the center of the ring where he mounts him. Delivering a few blows to Kidd’s skull Otto gets back to his feet where he climbs a turnbuckle and waits for Kidd to get to his feet.

VASSA:“Otto is about to take flight.”

JOHNSON:“EW.”

Kidd catches Otto with a punch to the genitals. Otto falling to the mat before Kidd lifts him back to his feet. Kidd slaps Otto across the chest before whipping him into the ropes. Otto bounces off and jumps over a leg lariat from Kidd. Kidd goes for a wild swing by Otto weaves it and hits Kidd with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT.

Corban jumps to his feet pumping with Adrenaline as he stalks Kidd whose pulling himself up to his feet by the ropes. Otto darts across the ring and plants Kidd with the Don’t Blink. Before Kidd drops to the mat Otto wraps up around his and places him in the Enlightenment.

VASSA:“Ryan looks like he’s about to tap.”

Kidd tries to hold on to stay in the fight but the pressure around his neck was too much as he taps the mat. Otto still holding the lock in before the ref pulled him off of Kidd and signals for the bell.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner….OTTO CORBAAANNN.”

Otto gets to his feet and looks down at Kidd before Kidd rolls out of the ring and up the ramp he goes. Otto gestures for a microphone and is tossed one from a stagehand. He begins pacing around the ring trying to catch his breath before posting up in a turnbuckle and looking out at the crowd.

CORBAN: “How easy was that people? I just basically man handled Ryan Kidd out here and this is the thanks you give to your savior. No cheers for the only man who can save you from your miserable lives. I just don’t get people nowadays.”

“People walk around and act like everything is ok when it isn’t. Ryan Kidd probably thought that tonight would be his night and everything would be ok but it wasn’t. You people sit out there and look lifeless when your creator is standing right before you. Where is my GODDAMN thanks?”

He had some saliva drip from his mouth as he wipes his mouth with his forearm.

CORBAN: “Don’t you pest of Nashville know that I’m only here to help. I’m only here to guide Four Corner Wrestling and you all on a righteous path, but from the looks of it you all don’t want my help. You just wanna see your favourite wrestler right? You wanna see what’s going to happen with Unstable and Omerta right? That’s the problem with the world. You rather chime in on the nonsense than to be enlightened. Something that I can do for you.”

Otto reaches down in his corner and picks up his own personal bible and holds it up.

CORBAN: “This right here is called The Enlightenment. This can become your knowledge to the world that you think you know. This will open up your eyes and show you the cold hard facts that there is only one god who walks along this earth and it is I. You can also be like me in some capacity. I can help, but all you have to do is put your trust in The Almighty Idol… Otto Corban.”

Otto drops the microphone to the mat and throws the bible in the crowd as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Otto exits the ring, strutting his way up the ramp as the cameras turn to Vinny.

VASSA: “Looks like we’re heading backstage folks. Let’s see what’s going on.”

The production cuts backstage where we find Gabriel Hartman standing idly by with a camera crew fixated on him. He gets a signal from one of the stage hands and instantly raises the microphone up towards his mouth to address the 4CW audience.

HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my guests at this time: Frankie Morrison, and his client, the 4CW Pride Champion, Chris Madison!”

Frankie Morrison and Chris Madison step in from off camera. They stand side by side, laughing amongst one another, as Chris clutched the 4CW Pride Championship that was draped over his shoulder. Morrison made it a point to stand in between Hartman and Madison; distancing the champion from the interviewer.

HARTMAN: “First I’d like to thank you for your time Chris…”

Frankie abruptly interrupts Gabriel Hartman with a stiff pat on the back.

MORRISON: “I’ll be answering all of the questions during this interview. If Chris wants to chime in, he will… But anything you want to know will have to be asked through me.”

Gabriel looks at Morrison in disbelief as Madison turns slightly away from Gabriel Hartman and Frankie Morrison.

HARTMAN: “This is some kind of joke right? At the last Adrenaline Chris accomplished the unthinkable, picking up his twelfth win when he defeated Bryan Laughlin and surpassed The Red Pioneer’s record start of eleven straight wins. On top of that we saw the return of a former 4CW Pride Champion who made it perfectly clear that Chris Madison and his championship were in his sights. Not to forget that Darryl Wallace joined the Unstable while Cyrus Riddle turned and joined Omertà. With everything that went down he’s just going to stand there without addressing any of it?”

MORRISON: “You act as if Chris owes his opinion. Chris doesn’t owe you anything. Like I said, anything you want to know can be asked to me. And if Chris feels the urge to give you his opinion he’ll chime in.”

Gabriel sighed, disappointed by their stance.

HARTMAN: “Fine. Two weeks ago we saw a shakeup amongst the ranks of the Unstable. Darryl Wallace joined the Unstable while Cyrus Riddle turned his back on the group, siding with Omertà. We also saw Niobe Martin declare that she is going to focus solely on herself. From an outside perspective it looks like the first cracks we’ve seen come from the Unstable.”

MORRISON: “We appreciate your concern Gabe, but the Unstable is just as strong as ever. Niobe and Cyrus chose to walk away from the most dominant faction this company will ever see. Their motives? You’d have to ask them. Regardless, the Unstable is still a powerhouse that can’t be matched. Adding Darryl Wallace to the mix only makes us that much better. Madison, Cashe, and O’Donnell are three of the best in the industry today. That doesn’t change no matter who aligns with them or against them.”

HARTMAN: “Omertà is a formidable group. Cyrus Riddle, Erron Wilder, and our 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith definitely are capable of throwing a wrench into any of your plans.”

MORRISON: “Don’t be such a fool Gabe. Cyrus Riddle hasn’t accomplished a thing in 4CW. Erron Wilder has only had one match; winning against a nobody. Dakota Smith, what has he actually proved in 4CW? He’s a glorified stuntman. A sideshow act at the carnival. The only reason he’s 4CW Champion is because that Warzone of Horror’s match played into his hand. His first defence was a mockery to the title; pinning Perry Wallace to close out Winter Wasteland. Dakota Smith hasn’t shown anyone that he can actually wrestle! I’d put the Unstable over Omertà any day of the week!”

HARTMAN: “When that war happens, the 4CW fans will be the real winners…”

Hartman looks over towards Chris Madison, hoping that he’d add his own two cents. Madison avoided any eye contact, forcing Gabriel to keep rolling with Frankie Morrison for the interview.

HARTMAN: “Chris seems to be the kind of guy that sets a goal for himself and is motivated by his desire to accomplish that goal. We saw that on his quest for twelve straight wins to start off his 4CW career. He’s now arguably one of the most dominant wrestlers to ever step foot…”

MORRISON: “He IS the most dominant wrestler to step foot inside a 4CW ring.”

HARTMAN: “Okay… I wouldn’t be doing my job justice if I didn’t ask… What’s next for Chris Madison?”

MORRISON: “Simple… Chris Madison wants to re-establish the prestige of the 4CW Pride Championship. I remember back when I was GM to Adrenaline and Perry and I tossed around the idea of the Pride Championship. It was meant to showcase some of the purest wrestler’s this industry had. Needless to say, just about everyone who has held this championship hasn’t lived up to expectations. Chris is going to change that. Chris is going to quickly change that perception of the Pride Championship. By the time he’s through, it will mean more than that strap that Dakota Smith was handed and carries around.”

HARTMAN: “That’s a pretty bold statement…”

MORRISON: “Gabe, this is professional wrestling. Every single guy and girl that laces up a pair of boots thinks they’re better than the rest. The difference… Chris has a track record to back up the claim. Until someone beats him in a match, no one has a leg to stand on!”

Madison finally showed a bit of emotion, cracking a smile as Frankie hypes him up.

HARTMAN: “In Oklahoma City we saw the return of former 4CW Pride Champion, John Austin. He made it perfectly clear that your client, Chris Madison, was in his sights, invoking a rematch clause from when he previously held the championship. Chris had beaten John Austin previously; is there any reason to think that if these two fought with the title on the line the outcome would be different?”

MORRISON: “John Austin wants to fight Chris Madison… That’s either guts or plain ole stupidity…”

Finally Madison turns towards Gabriel Hartman, looking him up and down intensely.

MADISON: “The first time I fought John Austin he was the 4CW Pride Champion and I had him tapping in the center of the ring. He walked out of that match with nothing to be proud of. Now that he’s had a bit of time off he’s a changed man and thinks he has what it takes to beat me for the championship. Well John… I’m not a hard man to find. You want your rematch; all you have to do is tell me when and where! I’ll gladly put the strap on the line and show you what a real champion looks like!”

Madison stares down Gabriel Hartman for a moment before brushing passed him, nudging him out of the way as he walked.

MORRISON: “Now if you’ll excuse us Gabe, the champ wants to get a closer look at both John Austin and Erron Wilder.”

Morrison nods his head before following Madison down the hall towards the arena’s entrance curtain. The production cuts away from Gabriel Hartman and returns to the announce team.

UNDERCARD
JOHN AUSTIN VS. ERRON WILDER

JOHNSON: “Apparently the 4CW Pride Champion, Chris Madison, and his manager, Frankie Morrison, are on their way to join us ringside for the next match.”

VASSA: “You gonna tell them otherwise?”

JOHNSON: “Nope. I enjoy my limbs just the way they are.”

VASSA: “Me too. Now don’t make an ass out of yourself and get us into any unnecessary trouble. Just focus on calling the match!”

JOHNSON: “That’s the plan Vinny. Up next we have the return of John Austin going up against a member of Omertà, Erron Wilder.”

VASSA: “This Erron guy have any relation to Jett or Carmella?”

JOHNSON: “Not that I’m aware of. But he does seem to be highly trusted by our 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith, for what it’s worth.”

VASSA: “Yeah, because Dakota seems like such a good judge of character.”

JOHNSON: “Makes you wonder who is drawing the ire of Chris Madison more? John Austin for calling him out two weeks ago and claiming that he’s coming for Madison’s 4CW Pride Championship; or Erron Wilder for his affiliation with Omertà amid this war of factions against the Unstable.”

VASSA: “Why don’t you ask him when he gets out here!”

Before Steve Johnson could muster up a response, he’s interrupted by Mike Powers who’s ready to introduce the participants of the upcoming bout.

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…”

The infamous guitar / drum intro to Killed by Death begins to play out in the arena.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is JOHN AAUUSSTTIINN!!!”

John appears at the curtains with his head down. He jumps up and down and looks to be talking to himself. He raises his fist up in the air and begins walking to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands along the way. John gets to the ring and slides in like only the best do. He takes off his vest and throws it over the ropes. He sits down in the corner and awaits his opponent.

JOHNSON: “Practically a whole new John Austin from the last time he competed in a 4CW ring since he dropped the 4CW Pride Championship to Jett Wilder two months ago.”

VASSA: “He’s rested up. He’s done some reflecting on his time in 4CW. Just look at him. He looks like he’s taking things to a whole new level.”

JOHNSON: “I sure hope so. His opponent tonight, despite only having one match under his belt, has injected himself into the 4CW scene like a shot of adrenaline.”

VASSA: “Well let’s get him down here so we can get this match underway!”

A Punjabi tremor rings around the arena, steadily building towards an explosive crescendo that gives way to “Blood, Milk and Sky” by White Zombie. The instant mixed reactions from the live viewers and their vulgar signs hoisted in the air acknowledge the man behind the thundering echoes—’Dead End Wilder’, ‘Come Claim Me’, and ‘You’re sh!t out of Luck.’ It was clear who they invited in, albeit everything around had dimmed to a thick black except for fluorescent strobes of light spiraling around clockwork, searching the inside of the arena. Heads continuing to turn in the dark at every available direction in the search for roguish twenty-five year-old, it’s then up in a particular staircase that the shadowed contour of Erron Wilder slowly trudges down the cold steps at his own leisure.

“The siren sings a lonely song

Of all the wants and hungers

The lust of love, a brute desire

The ledge of life goes under”

As the lyrics pursue, his surly pout emerging through the touch of light. He swings his arms loosely to their sides with a hint of cockiness in his movement. This is Wilder, soaked up with an aggressive form of confidence in the midst of a crowd reaching for him on his way down. Both of his shriveled up, glacial blue eyes remaining fixated with the ring, and never turning away to give care to those calling out to him. He quickly slides over the barricade upon contact, scoffing at everyone and everything with a saucy grunt before rolling his leather jacket-clad heap inside the ring.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, by way of the Blind Alley and weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds, he is… ERRON “STUNTMAN” WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Pacing around the mat in evident restlessness, Erron rolls his wrists and jerks his head sideways in last second preparation. A jittery smile ripping over his shady mug provided a closing gesture of how anxious he is to start swinging.

JOHNSON: “We’ve got both competitors in the ring. Ring the bell and let’s get this match underway!”

The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entranceway lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint before the screen cuts to black with white lettering that spells out “Unstable”. The crowd jumps to their feet, a 50/50 split between cheers and boos, as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).

“We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist and Frankie Morrison by his side. Morrison and Madison stride down towards the ringside area as both John Austin and Erron Wilder watch his every move from inside the ring. Madison stands by the ring apron and stares down the two contestants, never taking his eyes off of them. He reaches up and grabs the middle rope, about to pull himself up onto the apron as Morrison reaches behind him and pats him on his back. Morrison shakes his head and mouths, “Not now”. Madison releases the rope and takes a step back away from the ring before following his manager over to the announce table. The 4CW production crew hustles to get the two guests headsets and seats.

JOHNSON: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re being joined at the announce table by the 4CW Pride Champion, Chris Madison, and Frankie Morrison!”

MORRISON: “Thanks Steve; but we’re more so just looking to enjoy an up close view at what promises to be one hell of a match.”

VASSA: “See Steve; and you thought they were going to cause a problem.”

MADISON: “What’s wrong Steve? Don’t think I can come out here without causing a little mayhem?”

The official signals to the timekeeper to ring the opening bell as both Erron Wilder and John Austin keep a watchful eye on Chris Madison at ringside.

DING!!! DING!!!

Simultaneously Wilder and Austin turn their attention back towards one another. The quickly circle one another before locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, John Austin uses his slight size advantage to back Erron Wilder up into the corner. As John Austin leans on Erron Wilder against the turnbuckle, the official inserts himself in between the two to break them apart. Austin steps back cautiously but gets caught off guard with an eye poke from Erron Wilder. Austin stumbles away from the corner, digging at his eyes as Erron Wilder comes charging out and locks in a rear waist lock. Instinctively, Austin moves forward to the ropes and locks his arms around the ring ropes, forcing Erron to roll backwards as he tried to pull back. Erron pops right back up to his feet and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt from John Austin. Both competitors turn around and face one another but Erron gets the upperhand as he drives a knee into the midsection of John Austin. Erron Wilder quickly grabs John Austin and flips him overhead with a northern lights suplex.

JOHNSON: “A rocky start to the match for John Austin.”

VASSA: “Give the guy some slack Steve, he has been off for two months. It may take a bit to work off some of that ring rust.”

MORRISON: “Well if he plans on invoking that rematch clause against Chris, he may want to work off all of that ring rust. It’s one thing to claim that you’re going to take that title from around his waist. It’s a whole different story to actually be capable of doing it.”

JOHNSON: “John Austin has proved himself more than capable inside that ring over his 4CW tenure.”

MADISON: “If by capable you mean blend in by competing in less than memorable matches, win a meaningless championship match against another bum who had no business even competing for a title, and then losing that championship in his first defense; yeah he proved himself capable.”

During the commentary, Wilder dropped down onto the canvass and locked in a side headlock. Austin fought to his knees as Wilder kept his head pressed against his abdomen. Austin reaches behind Wilder and manages to muscle Wilder off, sending him towards the ropes. Wilder rebounds and gets dropped with a standing shoulder block. Austin stands over Wilder before leaping up and coming down with a knee drop that was meant for Wilder’s head. Wilder rolls out of the way and jumps up to his feet. He once again ducks underneath a clothesline from John Austin, this time locking arms and trying for a backslide. Wilder reaches out and grabs the official by the shoulder, distracting him for a moment as he drives his foot up between John Austin’s legs, hitting him with a low blow and then sliding him forward into a backslide for the cover.

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John Austin breaks free before the three count and then rolls under the ropes onto the ring apron.

MORRISON: “Someone needs to inform John Austin that there are no timeouts in wrestling.”

JOHNSON: “Come on! He got caught with a low blow that the official missed. Can’t blame the guy for trying to take a breather.”

VASSA: “I think we can all agree we’d need a moment after that.”

Wilder pushes up to his feet as John Austin uses the ropes to stand onto the apron. Wilder rushes Austin and hits him with a stiff right hand. Austin holds onto the top rope as his body leans backwards. Wilder reaches over the top rope and grabs John Austin with a front facelock and pulls him in close. He drives a knee upwards into his midsection through the ropes before dragging John Austin back into the the ring over the top rope. Austin dangles, parallel with the canvass as he feet are hooked on the top rope. Wilder twists his body and drives John Austin into the canvass with a dragonscrew neck whip! Wilder quickly crawls onto John Austin and hooks a leg for the cover.

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Austin shoots his shoulder off of the canvass before the official’s hand came down for a third time.

MADISON: “This is the guy who wants to challenge me? He’s completely outmatched right now… What a joke!”

JOHNSON: “The match is still in it’s early moments Chris. You’ve been around long enough to know that you’re not out of the fight until that final bell rings.”

MORRISON: “We’ve all heard the cliches before Steve. But right now John Austin looks like he’s in no shape to be inside that ring. Maybe he came back a bit too soon.”

VASSA: “Steve, I’ve got to agree with Madison and Morrison. There hasn’t been anything impressive about this return to the ring.”

Wilder pulls John Austin up to his feet and quickly whips him across the ring. Austin rebounds and runs under Erron Wilder as he leapfrogs him. Austin plants his feet and as Erron lands back on the canvass he turns into a series of stiff kicks to the abdomen from John Austin. Austin pushes Erron back towards the ropes and then whips him across the ring. On the return he scoops him up, spins him around, and drives him into the mat with a Spinning Spinebuster. Austin takes a moment before crawling to ring ropes and pulling himself back up to his feet. He turns as Erron Wilder makes it to his hands and knees. Austin stalks Erron Wilder as he makes it back to his feet. John quickly locks in a full nelson and then slams him backwards with the Albright Special, a release dragon suplex. John pushes up to his knees and looks at Erron laying motionless for a moment before making the cover.

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Erron bucks his hips and rolls John Austin off of him way before the three count.

MADISON: “Mistakes like that are going to cost him this match. If John Austin bridged after that modified Dragon Suplex, the ref would be raising his hand over his head right now.”

JOHNSON: “You may be right. But Erron Wilder is resilient and if John Austin is going to walk out of Nashville with a win under his belt, he’s going to have to give Erron Wilder everything he’s got!”

MORRISON: “If he’s got enough to put Wilder away…”

John Austin looks at the referee for a moment in disbelief before looking at the direction of the announce table. John Austin walks towards the nearest ropes and begins to mouth off towards the 4CW Pride Champion. He sits down on the middle rope and pushes up on the top rope, inviting Madison into the ring. Madison stands up and quickly rips the headset off. Before he could make a move to the ring Frankie Morrison stands and pleads with him to not get involved.

MORRISON: “Not now Chris! Now is not the time… Come on, just sit back down Chris.”

Austin waves Madison off after realizing he wasn’t going to oblige him. He turns his attention back to Erron Wilder who is groggy against the opposite ropes. Austin charges across the ring and Erron Wilder dips his shoulder, lifting Austin up and over the top rope with a back body drop! John Austin crashes to the arena floor and immediately Erron Wilder runs across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and charging back towards John Austin as he pushes up to his feet. Erron dives through the ropes and crashes into John Austin with a suicide dive, bringing the live audience to their feet! Erron stands up as the official begins to utilize his ten count.

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Erron drags John Austin around the ring and approaches the announce table. He takes his attention off of John Austin for a moment and begins to mouth off towards the guests at the commentary table. Austin explodes, wrapping Erron Wilder up around the waist and driving the small of his back into the edge of the ring. Wilder grimaces in pain as Austin steps back. He allows Wilder to stumble away from the ring apron before he grabs him and flips him overhead with a release belly-to-belly suplex that sends Erron crashing over the table and into Chris Madison and Frankie Morrison!

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Erron Wilder slides off of Madison and Morrison’s lap and onto the arena floor as Chris pushes up from the announce table and charges towards John Austin. Austin rolls into the ring and as Madison hops up onto the apron he is cut off by the official. The back and forth between Madison and Austin is enough to distract the referee from his ten count, all while Erron Wilder crawls from the announce table and around the ring. He slides into the ring and jumps onto John Austin from behind, clubbing him in the back of the head. Madison climbs back down off of the ring apron and turns his attention to Frankie Morrison.

VASSA: “You okay Frankie?”

MORRISON: “Yeah, I think so.”

JOHNSON: “Do you think that overhead belly-to-belly suplex was deliberate?”

MORRISON: “You’re damn right it was deliberate. But look at John now. Didn’t capitalize on a great opportunity because he’s too concerned by Chris’s presence at ringside.”

Erron Wilder turns Austin around after he bounces off of the ropes. He quickly snaps him down with a snapmare. Austin lands in a seated position and Wilder runs across the ring. He rebounds off of the ropes and nearly decapitates John Austin with a running big boot. Wilder moves to the corner and climbs up to the second rope. He stands and watches as John Austin begins to stand. Once on his feet, Erron Wilder jumps off of the middle rope and hits John Austin with an Axehandle Smash. He disregards the pin and scoops him off of the canvass. He drags him towards the ropes and climbs through, stepping out onto the apron with his opponent. Erron Wilder lifts John Austin into the air for a vertical suplex. He drops down off of the apron and drives John Austin down head first, hitting the Forty Winks Special, an Apron Brainbuster!

JOHNSON: “He may have just broken John Austin’s neck!”

VASSA: “What a vicious brainbuster!”

MORRISON: “That’s fine and dandy. But pull a move like that in a title match and you’re putting yourself at a disadvantage.”

Wilder lifts Austin up and rolls him into the ring. Wilder climbs up to the ring apron and instead of stepping into the ring he ascends the nearest turnbuckle. Wilder leaps off of the top rope and drives his elbow into the sternum of John Austin with a diving elbow drop! Wilder hooks John Austin’s leg and the ref slides into position to make the count.

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THR–

Austin manages to just get his shoulder off of the canvass in time to stop the refs count.

JOHNSON: “Unbelievable! How the hell did John Austin kick out?”

VASSA: “Kick out? I don’t know how he’s still moving…”

MORRISON: “I give him credit for finding the strength to stay alive in this match. But at the rate he’s going, he’ll never be in any shape to take on Chris Madison for the Pride Championship.”

Wilder shakes his head in disbelief while grinning. He slams his hand against the mat and then climbs up to his feet. He pulls John Austin up to his feet and quickly lifts him up for a vertical suplex. While high above his opponent in the air, Austin drives his knee downward, striking Erron Wilder on the top of the head. Austin manages to slip free and lands on his feet behind Erron Wilder. Austin grabs Erron Wilder with a rear waist lock and slams him backwards with a German Suplex. Austin keeps his arms locked around Erron Wilder’s waist, lifting him up and hitting a second German Suplex. Once again Austin refuses to release the rear waist lock and he pulls Erron Wilder up to his feet. For a third and final time, with all of his strength his nails Erron Wilder with a German Suplex, this one more of a throw to finish off his Tres Diablos! Austin crawls over to Erron Wilder and drapes one of his arms across the chest to make the cover.

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Erron Wilder rolls his body and shoots his shoulder emphatically off of the canvass.

MORRISON: “These guys are quickly reaching their breaking point. There isn’t much left in the tank.”

JOHNSON: “The end definitely seems to be nearing but which of these two has just enough left to put the other away.”

VASSA: “Maybe this thing won’t settle a winner and we’ll end in a draw.”

John Austin stands to his feet and looks down at Erron Wilder as he begins to toss and turn. Austin slashes his own throat with his thumb as Wilder pushes up to his feet. Austin lifts Wilder up into an inverted piledriver. Austin spins around and drops to his knees, spiking Erron Wilder head first into the ring mat. Wilder’s body slumps down onto the canvass and John Austin sits down onto his chest, pulling a leg up for extra leverage while making the cover.

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

John Austin pushes Wilder’s leg aside and stands up to his feet. He instantly walks over to the ropes closest to Chris Madison and Frankie Morrison. The referee comes beside him as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, JOHN AUSTIN!!”

“Killed By Death” by Motorhead begins to play over P.A. system as Chris Madison and Frankie Morrison stand up from the commentary table. Chris drapes he Pride Championship over his shoulder and applauds John Austin for his efforts in the match as the production cuts away.

As the show cuts back inside the arena, “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the PA system as the crowd lets out a mixed reaction. Brian Hollywood is then seen coming from the back and to the stage and looking out across the many fans in the arena. He’s in his black trench coat and looks behind him nodding his head as he seems to be getting the attention of someone from the back. Soon after, Jace Savage appears and joins Hollywood on the stage as Hollywood seems satisfied enough and starts walking down the ramp with Jace right behind him.

JOHNSON: ”Oh boy, it’s NewGen! “

VASSA: ”They USED to be NewGen, Johnny, get it right! They are now The Order!”

JOHNSON: ”Well that’s going to take some getting used to! I still see them as the NewGen part of The Order and everyone here in 4CW knows them as the NewGen tag team wise!”

Hollywood and Savage climb into the ring as Hollywood grabs a mic from the stagehand. He comes back into the center of the ring as The Order’s music comes to an end. The crowd continue their mixed reactions for the two as some are cheering and others are booing as Hollywood raises the mic to his mouth.

HOLLYWOOD: ”I’m sure you all are confused as to why Jace is out here with me tonight and not Aamon and Tanya Black. I’ll get to that in a little bit. In the meantime, it’s time that I indulge you people with a few things that are on my mind.”

Hollywood paces back and forth in the center of the ring as the crowd start to let out a few different chants. Some of them are chanting “NewGen!” and others are chanting “We Want Order!” Hollywood smiles as he hears the chants but doesn’t veer off topic and raises the mic and speaks again.”

HOLLYWOOD: ”Over the last several weeks before my return, I kept dropping subtle hints that I was going to be back inside a 4CW ring sooner or later. At Winter Wasteland, you all saw the return of yours truly, but I didn’t come alone. I came back with a PURPOSE and I even found a few soldiers that would fight in my cause to bring 4CW back in order and into a period of enlightenment. You see, I’ve had my eyes on the happenings and what was going on here after my departure and I guess I shouldn’t say I’m not surprised. I mean, I’m really not after what I’ve been witnessing. It’s a fucking TRAVESTY! Too many things became chaotic here and our dear Perry Wallace looked as if he wasn’t able to do a god damn thing about it. I can’t fully blame him for that as Frankie Morrison is just as guilty. Two “gods” going to war against each other for control and the right to lead 4CW into their own images. The waters were already being stirred shortly before my departure, but I wasn’t interested in that…at that time. That was a fucking mistake!”

The crowd lets off another mixed reaction as they remember the last time Hollywood was in 4CW. Hollywood and Savage listen to the crowd give their thoughts on the situation and Hollywood smiles slightly, but doesn’t give in too much to the crowd’s thoughts.

HOLLYWOOD: ”I was too busy keeping track on what was the main focus at that time, the 4CW Tag Team Championships, and I was blinded to everything else going on around me. Now I know you people know me very well and I know that the backstage 4CW talents know me just as well and what I’m all about. When I have an agenda, I STICK to that agenda like a fine toothcomb! I’ve had my own battles of control and power and that’s always been something that has turned out to be a calling card of mine. I was, after all, a businessman. I knew what needed to be done, yet I didn’t look at the full picture in my first run in 4CW. Since then, a lot of things have changed. I may not appear to be the same man I was the first time around, but don’t let that image fool you! I’ve always been one to let people see what they want to see, but keep the real ideologies close to me. I mean, look what I did the first time around?! I reinvented the tag team division and my partner, Jace Savage, and I ended up being the longest reigning tag team champions in 4CW history! However, my return has changed the future outlook in 4CW. I already redefined what the tag division was all about. I’m here with a new target and that is to stand on top of 4CW and watch it mold under my watch! With the help of my fellow friends, The Order is going to reshape 4CW and take back everything that was corrupted and robbed from its very foundation! But don’t worry, that is something that I intend to work out over time. There are, however, a few different things that must be put back into order.”

Hollywood pauses for a bit as he looks out into the arena of fans. Looking into Hollywood’s eyes, you could see the tiredness and the wear and tear of what he’s been through. It’s no secret anymore just how much Hollywood’s life has been altered the last year alone. Hollywood, with a firm look of dedication and seriousness, raises the mic back up to speak again.

HOLLYWOOD: ”My mission, now that I’m back, is that of a very complicating and complex nature. This group, they call themselves The Unstable. You may have heard of them.”

Hollywood pauses again as he hears the crowd boo at the sound of the Unstable. Hollywood and Savage turn and look at each other as they both nod their head to the crowd’s approval.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Ah, you have heard of them! I agree with you people for a change! The Unstable think they can run roughshod over 4CW and not answer for their actions. At a time, I used to be one of those people, but even I have standards! It’s a process and one that if you don’t understand me and the mission I put out there, then you’re never going to understand. You see, I can match any corruption and chaos at the snap of my finger. That’s another reason why I made The Order come into being. The Order have a long list of things that need to be corrected here in 4CW and I promise you all, they will be dealt with accordingly. You want to go to war with Brian Hollywood, be my guest! However, those who chose to do so need to understand that if you go to war with me, you are going to get a fight that will change your outlook on not only myself, but my beliefs as well. The Order didn’t come into being just for the sake of giving 4CW another stable, oh no. The Order has a purpose and that purpose is the long term goals for all of us here in 4CW! That brings me to the first.”

Hollywood pauses as Jace tells him something in his ear. Hollywood smiles and nods before he turns his attention towards the ramp as if he is addressing the 4CW roster.

HOLLYWOOD: ”There is one elephant in the room that needs to be addressed before I give you guys another foreshadowing event. The 4CW Championship. I came back to 4CW knowing that I would once again have to instill my dominance and reshape 4CW for the better. My sights are no longer locked on one division, but ALL of them have been put on notice! The one division, the one where all my attention is at right now, is the 4CW Championship and its tournament! I have always been about shattering records and turning people’s heads and that’s just one of many different reasons why I am taking part in the tournament. Did you all honestly expect anything different from me? I’m going to once again become a champion upon my rearrival in 4CW, but this time, take the top prize for myself! Dakota Smith, I hope you keep your eyes extremely FIXED upon me, because if you fade even the slightest, I will make sure personally that you don’t have the gold around your waist! I’ve already gotten past the former Pride Champion, Jett Wilder, and if I can easily put down a former champion, think about what I’m going to do with you! All my focus is on this tournament right now and once I win it and face Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl, I will have everything I need! If you people really want to see what The Order has in store, you would be smart to keep your eyes on the 4CW Tournament! Like it or not I will—“

Hollywood is interrupted by Jace who apparently can’t keep the excitement to himself. Hollywood smiles and shakes his head and rolls his eyes in a playful way towards Jace before finally raising the mic but up again facing towards Jace.

HOLLYWOOD: ”You are like that child on Christmas Day and their birthday who just can’t wait to open their presents and see what’s inside!”

The crowd lets out a laugh as Jace just shakes his head having fully expected a remark just like that one from Hollywood.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Alright, alright! Jace has been waiting for this announcement for the last few days! There is, of course, some other business that I haven’t completely ignored and that’s the reign of the 4CW Tag Team Champions, Bryan Williams and Aidian Carlisle. You guys have been able to dominate just as much as we had in the past but I want you two to know that Jace and I are keeping a very close eye on you guys. You’ve been able to do something that no one has done since we dominated the tag team division. I’ve heard recently of this open challenge and while my sights are on the 4CW Championship, I have no problem taking a detour in getting back a title we should have never lost! I’m all about making 4CW history, and NO ONE in 4CW has EVER become a two time Tag Team Champion before. I want to make it clear to the both of you that while I may have my eyes set upon this tournament, I won’t hesitate to come back for those tag team titles if it means our longest reign in history is threatened. If my math is right, you two don’t have much time left before we reset that meter for you both! When it comes to The Order, EVERYTHING is on the map and in our viewing and if something must be corrected…..IT WILL BE!! As to the rest of the 4CW locker room and to all of you superstars in the back, take notes and be on your guard because Brian Hollywood is back and he’s ready to shake the 4CW foundation once again!”

”This Means War” reprises as Hollywood drops the mic down with authority as him and Jace exit out of the ring and back up the ramp before disappearing back to the back as the show cuts elsewhere.

Walking backstage we see Darryl and Jason Cashe carrying a large box wrapped neatly in G.I. Joe wrapping paper with an awesome green bow on top. The two are carrying the box together, looking like it’s quite heavy.

WALLACE: ”Do you think he’s going to like this?”

CASHE: ”He better, the little homie let my last gift get snatched up by the fucking Clown!”

WALLACE: ”That ungrateful little shit. We try SO hard to be nice to him, and make him feel like one of us and all he ever does is disrespect us. If he doesn’t like this, I think I’m going to dump him into a garbage dumpster.”

CASHE: ”Aww I kind of like that homeless guy who sleeps there. He travels garbage to garbage following Adrenaline around the country..Says we the Best out there!”

WALLACE:”Dirty Mike? Yeah, he’s a good dude. Smoked up with him once. Completely ninja lipped though. Got the blunt back and it was wet as fuck. I let him just finish it up. Maybe he and Jett can be roommates.”

CASHE: ”Ninja Lipped? Wow..Where you think Jetthro hiding out?”

WALLACE:”What? Ninjas have lips. I think.”

Darryl looks around, before hollering

WALLACE:”Jetthro, HEY JETT, GET YOUR SCRAWNY TWELVE YEAR OLD ASS OUT HERE, WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR YOU.”

Suddenly Jett comes running around the corner excitedly, and slides to a stop right in front of Darryl and Jason. The look on his face is full of excitement as he stares at the large box, eager to open it. Jason and Darryl set it down in front of him.

WILDER: ”Hey…Umm..What is it?”

His eyes on the present, not the two clear rivals standing on the other side of the large wrapped gift. Finally looking up at them, the smiles they are giving him further fuel his concern.

CASHE: ”It’s from us to you! Open it.”

Jett reaches down apprehensively, not sure what to expect. He slowly grabs one edge of the wrapping paper, and slowly starts ripping away the paper, revealing a plain brown box. Realizing that it’s not some trick, he begins ravaging the wrapping paper, throwing it everywhere until only a large brown box sits there.

WALLACE:”Open it, I know you’re going to love it. Someone backstage told me this is something you’ve always wanted.”

CASHE: ”Yeah think of it as an upgrade from the present I gave you..”

Now a bit more concerned, Jett slowly reaches for the edge of the tape holding the box closed, and with his unusually well manicured fingernail starts picking at the corner of the tape, trying to peel up an edge. You keep hearing the pop of his fingernail popping across the tape, echoing through the box like a shitty trance beat. Finally Cashe rolls his eyes.

CASHE:”Oh for fuck sake.”

Cashe reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Box cutter, and cuts across the top of the box as Jett jumps backwards terrified.

WILDER: ”What is THAT!?”

Cashe falls over laughing, Darryl holding his stomach from the hysterics of it all. Jett Wilder stares wide eyed, crazily at the blow up Sheep Doll.

WILDER: ”Is that a…sheep?”

WALLACE: ”It’s a blow up Doll hahahaha!”

From his back, Cashe is propped up on his elbows. His eyes a little on the red side as tears fill in his eye lashes and on his cheeks.

CASHE: ”You put your Penis in it! HAHAHAHAH!!!”

Jaw dropped, Jett Wilder looks disgusted as he steps back from it. Adjusting his eyes from Darryl to Cashe, Jett Wilder isn’t amused.

WILDER: ”Gross! Nasty! I don’t want that uggh!!”

Darryl looks at Jett, feigning offense, and shakes his head.

WALLACE: “I told you he’d be ungrateful. Try to help a kid out and this is what you get. I mean it’s not like we used it. At least I know I didn’t.”

Darryl looks over at Jason, now not sure if he wants to know the answer.

CASHE: ”Nope not me…I couldn’t decide mouth or vagina..”

WILDER: ”This was the worst gift ever!”

CASHE: ”Your mom said the same thing when she found out she was having a baby.”

WALLACE: ”She just thought she was constipated! Haha!”

Again Jett hurries to leave the scene but Darryl isn’t too happy that he isn’t taking his gift. DWall as Cashe calls him speaks out again to get Jett’s attention.

WALLACE: ”You need to take this boy! This wasn’t cheap!”

CASHE: ”Yeah, I said to just buy Rori–”

Spinning around, Jett seems a little more ballsy as he carries some bass in his voice. His eyes sharply staring at both Jason and Darryl.

WILDER: ”Just so you guys know, you will never be invited to any more of my birthdays! And I have not forgiven you for that swirlie! Took me forever to get that smell out of my hair. You guys stay away from me, sick of you bullying me. I am not afraid of Unstable.”

Leaving the two members of Unstable silence for a moment, Jett Wilder leaves the scene without his present. Slowly Darryl turns and locks eyes with Cashe and the two break out in laughter.

WALLACE: ”I think Jett just told us off!”

CASHE: ”He’s a big boy now! Haha! No more training wheels!”

Getting up the from the ground, Cashe grabs the tail on the Blow up Sheep Doll. Darryl shakes his head knowing Cashe would keep it and find use somehow as the two leave the view of the cameras. Cashe dragging the sheep by the tail.

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 2
RORIE STEELE VS. BRONX VALESCENCE

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

The lights dim, as “Sex Metal Barbie” by In This Moment starts to play. As the music starts to pick up, lights flash with the stammering sounds. A female figure comes out, hands in the air. Lights stream up behind her, her front still dark. As the first verse is sang, she turns her back to the crowd, arms still up. She spins around through the lyrics in a seductive dance, her silhouette showing off every asset.

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

Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name

Let’s go!”

The lights flash forward, showing Rorie in all of her glory. She smirks at the crowd, walking down to the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall! She is “The Original Sex Kitten” and “Sweetest Ass in the Game”, RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”

She teases a few fans of her choosing as she goes. She walks to the steps, climbing up. She slowly bends her body forward to get into the ring. When finally inside, she goes to each post, getting up on the turnbuckle to blow kisses to the crowd.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “Let’s kick off the second round of the tournament!”

VASSA: “I’m torn on this match. Both Rorie and Bronx bring a fierce competitive edge to the ring.”

JOHNSON: “That they do. Two weeks ago Bronx defeated Flipp to advance and Rorie defeated his former brother, if you can even call him that, Darryl Wallace.”

VASSA: “Neither one of those two are easy opponents. Darryl is off to a rough start here in 4CW but his luck could change at any given moment. And Flipp, he’s a former Pride champion. Whoever wins here tonight will bring something huge to the third round.”

JOHNSON: “Only one can advance. Who’s it going to be?”

VASSA: “Let’s find out, shall we.”

In the ring, the official checks with Rorie who gives him a sexy smile in return followed by a wink. Blushing, the official then turns to Bronx who points at him with his hand imitating a gun. Bronx then takes his coat off and drops it over the top rope to the floor. Taking his shades off, he places them in his waistband. The official then throws his arm into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Strutting towards the center of the ring with confidence, Rorie waves for Bronx to bring the fight. Looking to the crowd on each side of him, Bronx shrugs his shoulders and then steps away from the corner. The two meet in the center of the ring and before you know it, Rorie draws back and slaps Bronx across the mouth with a stinging open hand. His head shoots to the side. Rubbing his face, Bronx turns his focus back to Rorie who stares directly into his eyes. Bronx then retaliates with a punch to Rorie’s breast. The two then lock up in the center of the ring. Grabbing onto Bronx’s hair with both hands, Rorie tries to rip it from his scalp. Placing his hand over Rorie’s face, Bronx then pushes her away. Refusing to let go of his hair, Rorie continues pulling at it until Bronx kicks her in the stomach.

VASSA: “I hope she wasn’t expecting.”

JOHNSON: “Are you serious?”

VASSA: “Yes, I am serious. That would be a tragedy.”

Rorie then pops back up and lunges at Bronx, leaving her mid-section open as he ducks under her arms and wraps her up. Lifting her into the air, Bronx drops her down to the canvas with a northern lights suplex. Rolling to his stomach, he then crawls over and mounts her. Drawing back for a power punch, Bronx catches fingernails to the cheeks as Rorie reaches up with both hands, digging into his flesh. She quickly pushes him over to the side, freeing herself. The two then race to get to their feet, Rorie standing first. Jumping into the air, she hits him with a calf kick, knocking him back down to one knee.

With Bronx down on one knee, Rorie runs to the ropes behind him. Coming back on the rebound, she leaps into the air, wraps her arm around his head and drives his face into the canvas with a bulldog. With Bronx face down and her arm around his head, She then lifts it up from the mat and slams it back down, planting his face into it. Pushing herself up using the back of his head as leverage, Rorie walks around him with a sexiness in her step. She then steps onto the back of his head, lifting her other foot up from the mat, applying all of her weight and pressing his face into the mat even harder.

JOHNSON: “Rorie is showing her dominance in the ring.”

VASSA: “She can dominate me anytime she likes. I’m open to anything, and I mean ANYTHING!”

Rorie then grabs a handful of Bronx’s hair, bringing a disgusted look to her face while doing do. She then pulls him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, She whips him to the ropes. As he hits them and comes back, Rorie takes off towards Bronx and leaps into the air, wrapping her legs around his head and tossing him across the ring with a spinning headscissors takedown. Stopping by the ropes, Bronx leans up, a bit dizzy and out of place. Out of nowhere, Rorie run up from behind him and plants her foot into the center of his back with a swift kick.

Pulling Bronx up from the mat, Rorie’s eyes light up as he delivers a nasty elbow to her ribs. He then pushes her a few steps back, creating a bit of distance and time to get fully on his feet. Rorie then lunges forward but in a swift manner, Bronx rolls out of the way and positions himself behind her. Wrapping her up, Bronx drops her to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Rolling away from her, he quickly rises to his feet with a second wind. Grabbing Rorie underneath the arm, he pulls her up to her feet and then drags her to the center of the ring where he then jumps up, locks his legs around her head, and then flips her over with a standing hurricanrana.

VASSA: “Out of nowhere Bronx catches Rorie by surprise and the tables have turned!”

JOHNSON: “Oh that’s just disgusting.”

With his crotch in Rorie’s face, Bronx points down to it with a grin from ear to ear. He then stands over her. Reaching down and wrapping his hands around her head, he rolls her over to her side and then up to her feet. Grabbing onto her arm, Bronx then whips her to the corner and stands back, waiting for her to crash into it. As she does, he takes off from his position and runs full speed towards her. Closing in, he jumps into the air and hits her in the chest with a running dropkick. Rorie then drops down to a seated position as Bronx stands back up.

Taking a few paces backwards, Bronx then charges in and goes for a running big boot to Rorie’s head. Rolling out of the way, Rorie escapes danger, leaving nothing to stop Bronx’s foot as it goes through the ropes and his crotch slams into the turnbuckle. Tangled in the ropes, Bronx holds himself as the pain slowly begins to creep into his stomach. Back on her feet, Rorie grabs two handfuls of hair and pulls him away from the corner. Dragging him to the center of the ring, Rorie then wraps Bronx up with a headlock and then lifts him up from his feet only to then drop him across her knee with a backbreaker.

Bronx rolls off of her knee and smacks the canvas face first. Rolling Bronx to his back, she then makes the cover and quickly hooks the leg.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: “It’s going to take more than that to keep him in the sack!”

JOHNSON: “That doesn’t even make sense.”

VASSA: “YOU DON’T MAKE SENSE!!!”

With a frustrated look on her face, Rorie stands up and then approaches the official, pleading her case and arguing with the count. Standing his ground and confident with his abilities, the official stands firm with his count. Waving the official off, Rorie then turns back to Bronx and pulls him up from the mat. Pulling his head into her side, she applies a side headlock and then walks to the ropes, dragging him along. Pulling his head up, Rorie then presses his face against the ropes and then drags him from one end to the other, giving him a nasty burn with the face rake. The official quickly rushes in and begins yelling for her to release him from the illegal move. Rorie then grabs two handfuls of hair and throws Bronx to the mat.

Backing Rorie across the ring, the official lays into her with two warning, one for the illegal use of the ropes and the other for ignoring his command and throwing Bronx to the mat by his hair. Rorie then argues back, ignoring everything else and focusing her attention on the official.

VASSA: “He’s done it now! Rorie looks pissed and from what I’ve gathered, she can be one hell of a bitch.”

JOHNSON: “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Vinny.”

VASSA: “Sometimes the truth hurts. It doesn’t matter. She can act however she wants with a body like that.”

With Rorie’s attention elsewhere, Bronx slowly begins climbing to his feet. Once standing, he looks across the ring where Rorie argues with the official. Rubbing his head, he then pulls a few strands of hair from his head. An enraged look comes to Bronx’s face. He then storms across the ring. Grabbing Rorie by the shoulder, Bronx spins her around and catches her in the head with an overhead right hand. Stunning her for a brief moment, Bronx then hits her in the face with a spinning heel kick, knocking her into the corner as the official jumps out of the way.

Bronx then unloads with a series of punches to her body, lefts and rights, crashing down onto her ribs with each striking blow. He then back steps to the center of the ring before running forward again and hitting her in the chops with a running European uppercut. Rorie stumbles forward as Bronx steps back, only to fall into his clutches as he wraps her up. Lifting her into the air, he then throws her over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Hitting the mat, Rorie quickly rolls up into an upright seated position. Back to his feet, Bronx then runs right by her and to the ropes. Hitting them hard and coming back on the rebound, Bronx then plants his foot into her face with a running superkick, laying her out in the center of the ring.

Turning to the corner, Bronx quickly makes his way over to it and ascends to the top. With Rorie laid out, Bronx reaches into his waistband and pulls out his shades. Placing them over his eyes, he then points his two guns towards the crowd before leaping into the air. Coming down in a twisting motion, Bronx lands the corkscrew moonsault across Rorie’s body.

JOHNSON: “True Light’s Flight!”

VASSA: “Holy-fucking-shit!”

JOHNSON: “Bronx has the leg hooked!”

After hooking the leg, the official then sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

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

Camera goes backstage where we find Seamus O’Connor and Rick Van Horn standing outside the office door of 4CW Owner Perry Wallace. Seamus knocks and walks in and Rick follows him in. Perry kind of caught by surprise from Seamus just walking in his office like this.

O’CONNOR: “Mister Wallace if I may have a word with you for a minute.”

WALLACE: “I don’t like the fact you just walked right into this office like that but you better make it quick I am a busy man. And why didn’t my security detail stop you? Oh well…”

O’CONNOR: “Here’s the deal fella, The last Adrenaline John Austin came out here and cashed in his rematch clause for the Pride title. You are the boss and I am here to tell you he isn’t the only one who has a rematch clause for the Pride title. If it wasn’t for that piece of garbage Drew Stevenson putting me of the shelf, I would have cashed in my own and if I wasn’t so focused on dealing with the 4CW champion, which I gave him one hell of a fight may I add, I would had said something then. Now what I am saying is you don’t have to bloody pick me or John but I say we both get our shot. One match, triple threat or whatever you want to do. Bottom line is I want my Pride title shot. I’m done getting screwed over from winning matches around here with these cheating bloody bastards but I promise whatever I have to do to gain that title back, I am going to do it.”

WALLACE: “So you want a rematch, and a triple threat at that? That does sound tempting. I want the odds stacked against him. That should teach Frankie a lesson. How soon are we talking? Things could get a little wild soon with Unstable and everyone gunning for them, more so Omerta.”

Seamus does a little beard rub with a smirk on his face.

O’CONNOR: Here’s how I figure it. I’m not in the number one contenders tournament for the 4CW Championship. Now I’m not known to be one to talk business but I figure you always have thoughts on how to make South Beach Brawl as huge as possible, which we all know it will be and that show does need a Pride Championship match. So why not have it on a stage where the world is bloody watching and at an event where the stakes are the highest and the most money can be made for well you.”

WALLACE: “That does sound promising, Seamus. You’ve been signed with 4CW for just over a year now, almost a year and a half. I like you Seamus. You’re a hard worker and you leave it all in the ring with each and every match. You have never once complained or beat yourself up over things. You move on from one match to the next, focused on the next booking, and I like that. Hell, I respect the hell out of that! If you want to get back in the ring with the Pride Championship on the line, I believe we can make that work. John Austin wants to cash in his rematch clause as well. Hell, we can make it a triple threat! Maybe even Jett will cry for his rematch, who knows. The possibilities are endless!”

O’CONNOR: “Well thank you for those words boss. I don’t know about anybody else but you know what I want. Since it seems like we have a deal, I’ll you get back to the show. I got a match to focus on right now. Thanks boss.”

Seamus and Rick walk out of the office.

UNDERCARD
JET CITY VS. KAT JONES & SCOTTY ADDAMS

JOHNSON: ”Back here at ringside and we’re all set to see the newly tag team of Jett City, take on the quite dysfunctional Kat Jones and Scotty Adams.”

VASSA: ”This new Jett City team seems off to me. Although they appear to be a team, I sure as fuck don’t know what to call Kat Jones and Scotty Adams. Lord only knows why those two are even wasting their time working together.”

JOHNSON: ”I guess we’ll have to find out for sure! Let’s kick it out to Powers for the start of this match!”

POWERS: ”The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”[/I]

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a “Jack of Hearts” chant that is overpowering the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The reaction is overwhelmingly positive as they wait for the star. Then fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. JHalc leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then bends down to where his fingers are on the bridge of his fedora. Through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp. Feeling the music of his entrance JHalc waves his hand behind his head as he rocks back and forth.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is the ‘Jack of Hearts’, JASON HHAALLIICCHH!!!”

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive orange and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. JHalc steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. Black boots and his red and purple shorts are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing a black shirt that reads “Jet City” under the team logo, across the front, with a solid black fedora.

The fans continue their previous chant and now not a boo can be heard from the crowd. The reaction is unanimously positive though far from a babyface’s standing ovation. JHalc makes it down the ramp uncharacteristically giving high fives to fans. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his fedora, flips it in his hand so that he grabs the front of the hat firmly and then spins it onto the ring post nearest to the ramp, looking proud of the throw.

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred ninety seven pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall… KRIS HHAALLIICCHH!!!”

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black pants and a black shirt. He reaches ringside and slides under the bottom rope, rolling to the center of the ring before standing up.

JOHNSON: ”Here is Jett City ready for action in the ring. Let’s see what their made of tonight.”

VASSA: ”They look like they can work together pretty well but I still don’t know how explosive their opponents are going to be against them. Maybe, just maybe, Jett City can pull of what some might consider an upset.”

“Release me”

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, 4CW’s resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression. “No remnants were ever found of it

Feeling the hot bile

With every fake smile

Though no evidence was ever found

It never went away completely”

Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.

POWERS: “Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the “WildKat”… KAT JJOONNEESS!!!”

“I try to hide from the unholy sound of it

Another day gone

Another night’s dawn”

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits ………. arrival.

*STATIC, STATIC*

The broken up static leads into a heavy guitar riff and Scotty tears through the curtain to the stage yelling out to the fans who only seem to want to boo him, but he only snickers.

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! He is ‘The Innovator’, ‘Never Say Die’, SCOTTY AADDDDAAMMSS!!!”

Scotty makes his way down to the ring, and once he reaches the edge, he slides onto the apron on his knees, kneeling on the apron. Scotty stands facing the entrance and looking around to all of the fans with another smile as they boo him before he throws his arms up above his head, crossing them at the wrist to form his ‘A’ without the dash in the middle. The Boos continue but Scotty turns around and jumps over the top rope into the ring where he runs and jumps into a corner– throwing his ‘A’ up again nodding his head to his theme music before jumping down and circling around the ring.

JOHNSON: ”I can already feel the heat between these two here tonight, Vinny! This match could possibly implode before the end!”

VASSA: ”I’m actually inclined to agree with you on that one. Kat and Adam have an interesting relationship so I suppose anything’s possible.”

Both teams are checked for weapons as Jett City talk it over for a little bit before it is decided that Jason will start off the match for Jett City. Meanwhile, Kat and Adam debate over who starts and there is some bickering between the two before they finally settle who’s starting and Kat stays in the ring as Adam exits to the apron.

DING!!! DING!!!

Kat doesn’t waste any time as she super kicks Jason in the jaw surprising him and taking him down to the mat. She grabs Jason and connects with a belly to belly suplex sending Jason in the corner near Adam. Meanwhile, Adam looks at Kat and claps his hands sarcastically.

JOHNSON: ”I don’t think Jason was ready for that vicious super kick he just took. Looks as if Jett City isn’t as focused as we thought.”

VASSA: ”Look at Scotty Adams over on the apron! It looks like he’s actually mocking Kat’s belly to belly suplex. This might actually turn out to be a comical match.”

Kat looks over towards Scotty who still seems to be giving her sarcastic pops as she points over towards him and shouts out to him if he can do better. Kat walks over and actually tags in Scotty giving him a chance to do something better than her. Scotty comes in and instead of attacking Jason, he actually picks him up and tosses him into the other corner which conveniently resides Kris, the other Jett City tag team partner. Scotty points to him to actually tag himself in which he does. As Kris gets into the ring, Scotty charges at Kris and starts to hammer away at him with some stiff sounding kicks before Irish whipping him into the corner turnbuckle. Scotty runs at him and hits him with a stinger splash before following it up with a standing hurricanarona.

JOHNSON: ”Scotty and Kat seem to be taking turns trying to outdo the other! Meanwhile, Jett City appears to be disorganized here and just out of control.”

VASSA:”Jett City better find a way to get themselves back into this match because right now, Kat and Adam are having their way with them.”

Kat claps back sending some sarcasm of her own towards Scotty. However, Kat adds to the sarcasm by pointing her thumb down towards him indicating she actually isn’t impressed. Scotty doesn’t look happy as he launches Kris into the corner turnbuckle in Kat’s reach and walks over and tags her in. As she gets in, her and Scotty work together and grab Kris from the corner. They both lay in some hard rights before Scotty hits Kris with a standing high ankle drop kick at the same time Kat hits a super kick sending Kris down to the bottom. Scotty exits the ring as Kat hits Kris with an inverted atomic drop. Kris is slow to get to his feet and as he does, Kat grabs him and connects with the Wildkat which levels Kris in the middle of the ring. Kat looks over towards Adams and bows as if she pulled off the most impressive move of the two. Adams shakes his head as he holds his hand out for a tag. Kat walks over towards him and just as she’s about to make the tag, she blows off Adams and turns around and pins Kris.

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here are your winners, the team of KAT JONES and SCOTTY ADDDDDDDDDAMS!!”

JOHNSON: ”Kat Jones and Scotty Adams pick up the victory in this one in which is was definitely a one sided affair!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think Scotty liked the fact that Kat got the pinfall in this match. He definitely looks as if he got robbed even though these two won the match!”

Kat and Adams start to argue in the ring despite their victory tonight as the show cuts backstage.

The cameras turned back live to the backstage area as it saw Jair Hopkins, one who has been out of sight from the backstage area for a few weeks, what was an appearance for him as he was seen smiling and chatting along with a few of the crew members of 4CW that rarely ever get any shine, Jair was chatting it up with a couple of them as he stood in white “Wu-Tang” graphic hoodie and bleached jean shorts with a pair of white ASICS sneakers on to match. Not even in his gear yet, his chat with the boys get paused as one of the members get a call across his walkie-talkie. A smile soon went to a serious expression as the other faces followed. Shortly after, they had to depart, leaving Hops to throw them the “Peace” sign as he walked on off in the opposite direction.

HOPKINS: “Tonight is going to be a good night, yeah I know! Got plans in the work, just gotta take care of that business!”

Jair, speaking out loud to himself as he walked the long hallway that once turning right, would lead to the hall that was the various locker rooms to the talent. Hopkins had made that turn after a long walk as the first thing that caught his sight, an odd sighting of a towering shelf that almost reached the ceiling, rolled on wheels as obviously the workers left it there temporarily. Quite a few items that were indeed heavy, steel products and items that just looked to be unused/unneeded parts of the set in the arena. Hops paid it no mind as he had reached for his phone, taking one of the earbuds that were hanging out of his ear, plugging it back in as he began citing the lyrics and humming to the music as he continued walking forth.

HOPKINS: ”…Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethi-WHOOAAA!!”

Jair, screaming out loud from what could’ve easily been a severe accident, as the towering shelf had for some unknown reason decided to tilt over, barely catching him in the pile … if it wasn’t for the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ coming in the clutch and keeping him alive. 4CW’s own, Otto Corban had stood there, eye to eye with Hopkins, who was currently trying to place his heart back in it’s previous spot. Breathing heavily, he looked behind him, seeing all that laid on the ground. The towering shelf falling and laying up against the wall. Hopkins looked back at Otto before looking back behind him as he returned to look back at Otto.

HOPKINS: “Aye man, dunno WHO you are or where the hell you just came from but THANK YOU! You saved a homie!”

Hopkins halted, putting his hand up to Corban, not letting him respond as he seemed to have thought up something, his mind ticking, he looked at Otto as a smile had overcome his shocked expression.

HOPKINS: “Wait a sec … I know exactly who you are. That hair, that beard. That “look” … You’re Otto!”

Otto cleared his throat, reaching up and slanging some of his hair from his face as he smiles.

CORBAN: “That’s right. The one and only live in the flesh.”

The Almighty Idol straightened one side of his collar which was standing up. Looking at the pieces that’s scattered around he only could shake his head.

CORBAN: “This could’ve been anybody.”

Otto kicks one of the pieces down the hall, watching it before it comes to a stop due to running into a trash can.

CORBAN: “If I wasn’t watching over you then from the looks you wouldn’t be able to compete in that Main Event tonight. People don’t believe me when I say this but Otto really does saves.”

Otto places a hand to his chest and his other to Jair’s shoulder.

CORBAN: “Those men left this here not knowing what would happen. You almost got wiped out by that monstrous shelf, and nine times out of ten Perry Wallace wouldn’t have given you any additional funds for this shit. But it was just as I felt it though. I felt a kindred spirit that needed my help and here I am.”

Otto waves a finger as something has come to mind. Digging inside jean pocket he pulls out a copy of “The Enlightenment”. His own personal bible.

CORBAN: “You know if you were to have somewhat knowledge that this bible offers then you would have been more aware. See, because I’m looking for disciples. Someone to spread my words. People who have faith in this gorgeous man you’re looking at. You can become a god just like me Jair.”

HOPKINS: “Word? I’m not even gonna lie to ya Otto, I ain’t read the bible in a good minute. I know there are spirits out there you know. I see em’ sometimes, but just like, I’m a little trippy right now being I’m steadily thinking I should be under that pile behind me.”

Hopkins looked at Otto’s personal bible called “The Enlightenment”, he nodded being that after all of this and him being saved, no way he was going to turn down what the man was saying.

HOPKINS: “Well dam … Thank you for watching over me. I thought Lil B’ was the only dude with abilities to save or jinx folks. You just saved my damn life. That offer does sounds good. Would be cool, being a PMF and a God at the same time. Hm..”

Jair thought that over for a second as he nodded his head.

HOPKINS: “Aight, lemme ask you a quick question, you do layaways on answers? Reason for asking, I discuss every offer slash opportunity with my boys. I’m sure after all of this, they would nod their head on it, cause who could turn down an offer like that?”

Corban stood for a second, squinting his eyes as he’s trying to read if Jair is serious or not.

CORBAN: “It takes time now. Being the man from above it’s a damn good pleasure.”

The Almighty Idol nodded his head with a smile to his face, but suddenly it changes as Otto looks down sneering.

CORBAN: “But I’ve seen too much wannabes try and replicate Almighty. Don’t these pest know there is only one ALMIGHTY!! To walk with a man of my stature you have to look, act, and be the part. It’s a journey with trials. As I watch and I see if that potential is there to walk with me then I will give you that god given ability. Just know, if you EVER hear someone say they’re me just let them know that they’re not because second coming is really here.”

HOPKINS: “Hey, I’d be one to argue with that and state their is the one above who is the truest … but after this and the fact you much ‘swagged out’, who the hell knows fam? You saved a life today and speak the words. Who says JC ain’t make a comedown, taking over a person, renaming himself Otto Corban, the “ALMIGHTY Idol”?”

Hopkins didn’t hunch his shoulder not once, just nodded his head as his eyes grew big, staring at Otto’s stature and the delivery he brought with his voice.

HOPKINS: “Yeah I gotchu’ … I’ll be on the look for any that try to say they are you. Kanye made a song about you bruh, “Jesus Walks” but I guess it should be renamed “Otto Walks”. I’ll let em’ know though! I owe you one, two … hell, three favors in return!”

Otto leans in closer to Jair before looking around and whispering to him.

CORBAN: “You’re first favor could be to just make sure nobody hears about this incident. We don’t want any rumors going around that somebody tried to take your life or anything like that. I’m going to get Pablo and the fellas to come clean this mess up.”

Jair nodded his head quick, agreeing to that favor asked of him.

HOPKINS: “Done deal!”

Otto nodded his head before holding his hand out for a handshake. Jair extends his hand out and shakes Otto’s hand.

CORBAN: “Don’t forget to dive head first into that bible right there. You saw what I did to Ryan Kidd tonight. It was too easy for Young Jesus. It could help you with your match tonight as well. Just put your trust in Otto.”

Jair stares down at the personal bible given to him from Otto as he looked back up, nodding his head with a smile.

HOPKINS: “Yeah I’ll get into this .. head-first. Seeing what you did to poor dude, that’s a solid message to take in. As you said, I can get enlightened and be given some extra motivation going into this match later tonight. I don’t trust many things but again, you saved a homie … so you got it!”

CORBAN: “Well hey let me go get those fools. You have fun out there tonight now.”

Otto pats Hopkins on the shoulder before turning around with a smile to his face. Jair places his headphones back into his ears, looking down at what almost happened and shaking his head. Turning the corner and pushing the door to the parking area wide open Otto looks around for Pablo and his crew and doesn’t see them until he hears one of them speak.

CORBAN: “Pablo get your ass out here right now.”

Pablo and his crew step out of the uhaul they came in. As soon as Pablo’s foot touches the ground Otto slaps him with a thunderous strike. The cigarette hanging from his lip flying before falling to the ground.

CORBAN: “What the hell are you doing? My *bleep* favourite shelf just was destroyed because you losers weren’t doing your job. Luckily for that dear soul I was able to save him. Don’t you know that if anything would’ve happened that would be my fault? You can’t do things lazy tonight. Let’s hurry and get this done. Don’t screw up again. Okay.”

PABLO: “Ok Ott…”

The Almighty Idol held his hand out at as Pablo and his crew flinches.

PABLO: “Yes Almighty.”

Otto nods his head, turns around and heads back into The Nashville Municipal Auditorium. The cameras fading out and to the ring for the second match of Round two.

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 2
CJ O’DONNELL VS. DREW STEVENSON

POWERS: “This match is scheduled for one fall, and will determine who moves on in the 4CW Championship tournament!”

“When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won’t regret when the sun sets

Cause I live my life like I’m a beast

I’m a mothafucking beast

“Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

Watch me wet and heat shit up like I’m a washer and a dryer

While I beat you in your head until you tire”

“I’m a motherfucking beast”

As the beginning notes of “Beast” begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, “The Distinguished” slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing ‘The Unstable!’ He is ‘THE DISTINGUISHED’ CEE JAY OOOOOO… DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”

As O’Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

“I’ma motherfucking beast

I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

“I’m a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

Ain’t no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

That’s how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street” Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight. “I’ma I’ma fuckin’ beast!

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)” CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

I’m a motherfucking beast!”

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

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 as he is accompanied by Scotty Addams.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is ‘The Emerald,’ DREW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”

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. Scotty Addams takes his place at ringside.

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “Here we go. CJ vs. Drew. Drew has stated he will continue his Unstable dominance, but CJ has remained firm that Stevenson will suffer by his hand tonight.”

CJ storms at Drew with a flurry of punches, backing him up in the corner. A right hook to the ribs, a left to the head, and then a back elbow. He backs away per the ref’s orders, but runs at Drew and lands a perfectly executed dropkick, dropping “The Emerald.”

VASSA: “O’Donnell came to fight tonight!”

CJ helps Drew to his feet and whips him to the opposite corner, charging once more. However, Stevenson gets a boot up, connecting with the face of CJ, causing him to stagger away momentarily. With his opponent stunned, Drew charges CJ as he turns and hits an STO, going for a quick cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Drew takes control, mounting O’Donnell and landing punches on the down man. After a count of three, the referee breaks up Drew’s attack, backing him up for a second. O’Donnell gets to his knees, Drew runs and attempts a kick to the face, but CJ moves, stands up, and lands a DDT to the mat after kicking Stevenson in the stomach.

JOHNSON: “Nice work on the part of CJ, keeping his wits sharp.”

CJ grabs Drew by the head and brings him to his feet, but Addams at ringside utters some choice words in O’Donnell’s direction, distracting the Irishman long enough to allow Drew to hit CJ with a snap suplex. The two men get up at the same time, exchanging punches on their way up. Drew takes a headlock on CJ, but O’Donnell backs him into the ropes and sends him to the opposite side. CJ goes to his stomach, Drew jumps over and rebounds, ducking under an O’Donnell leap frog. On the way back again, CJ ducks down for a back body drop, but Drew stops and clenches CJ’s head, delivering Muay Thai knees. He goes for another cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

VASSA: “Damn, that would have taken anyone else out. Fuckin hard knees.”

Drew goes for an elbow drop on CJ, but he moves out of the way at the last second. CJ hits Drew with a hard kick to the head and stands him up, nailing a step up enziguri, going for a cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: “CJ is bringing that hard hitting offense, but Drew is too seasoned to succumb to that so easy.

CJ waits for Drew to get to his feet. He grabs him behind his back and in a swift motion, throws him backward with a German suplex. After grabbing Drew by the head, CJ props him in the corner and gives him two shoulder tackles before whipping him to the other side. The ref doesn’t notice, but Addams begins to taunt CJ once more, taking his attention away from Drew across the ring. This proves effective, as Drew makes it to the middle of the ring before CJ charges, countering with a Samoan drop on his adversary.

VASSA: “Come on!”

JOHNSON: “Drew is articulated. Aside from the taunting from the outside by Addams, this match has been pretty solid in exchange.”

VASSA: “Addams is doing nothing wrong!”

The two men make it up after a two count by the referee, trading forearm shots to the face. CJ gets the upperhand, finalizing his attack with a t-bone suplex. A two count is all he could get for his troubles. However, it looks as though he is setting up for Irish Knowledge early, but Addams ascends the ring apron. CJ goes to swing, but misses, cussing at Addams before turning around to a waiting Drew, who hits CJ with a belly to belly before quickly picking him up and hitting Final Conflict, going for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner…DREW STEEEVENSOOOON!!!”

VASSA: “WOW! Drew making quick work of the opportunity. That’s why the man is revered in this business!”

UNDERCARD
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. DARRYL WALLACE

The show cuts back to ringside with Johnson and Vassa.

JOHNSON: ”What a night it’s been so far! We’re pretty much all set for our next match up of the evening!”

VASSA: ”One hell of a night for sure!”

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

The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights, as “The Spicy McHaggis Jig” by Dropkick Murphy plays. Seamus comes with a shillelah in one hand while looking over the crowd.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”

He runs out on stage and does a heel click, before walking to the ring amped up trying to get the crowd involved. He steps into the ring and runs up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.

JOHNSON: ”Seamus is going to be up against a man who came up just short two weeks ago in the 4CW Championship Tournament.”

VASSA: ”Seamus is going to have to fire on all cylinders if he wants that momentum to stay in his favor.”

“Window” by Let Go plays as the arena pulses with white light along with the guitar riff. As the opening line begins Darryl walks through the curtain with a focused and determined look on his face.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring by way of The Open Road, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall, “Dirty” DARRYL WWAALLLLAACCEE!!!”

Darryl stands at the ready bouncing back and forth loosening up. As the Chorus begins he puts his hands up in a boxing pose and throws a few shadow punches before pulling his arms back like a window is opening and pushes his face forward with a goofy smile. He walks towards the ring with a smile, slapping hands and posing for selfies with fans before sliding into the ring. He stands at the center of the ring, spinning in circles with his arms in the air, hands balled into fists. After about three rotations he stops and shakes his head to try to cancel out being dizzy.

JOHNSON: ”Darryl looks like he wants blood tonight! He came up just short against Rory Steele a couple weeks ago and it seemed as if he was going to win that match, but Rory surprised him and just like that, put his torch out in the 4CW Championship Tournament.”

VASSA: ”Well talk about firing up on all cylinders, it doesn’t appear that Darryl has all of his cylinders in check.”

JOHNSON: ”Darryl is definitely a curious one, but he’s also one you can’t sleep on either. That man knows how to screw with your momentum.”

VASSA: ”DON’T SLEEP ON DARRYL! Now trending on Twitter!”

DING!!! DING!!!

The match is underway as Seamus and Darryl lock up in the middle of the ring. Both immediately start throwing blows at each other as they exchange some punches and some kicks. Darryl drives a knee into the midsection of Seamus as he whips him into the ropes. Seamus comes back at Darryl and Darryl attempts a clothesline but Seamus ducks underneath him and bounces off the other side of the ropes before coming back at Darryl again as he attempts to hit Darryl with a clothesline of his own but Darryl ducks this time and grabs Seamus from behind and caps him with a German suplex. Darryl quickly goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”What a hot start to this match! Just when you think either of these men are going to get the upperhand on each other, they both have an opening statement and that next statement gave Darryl the advantage to start this match!”

VASSA: ”Explosive indeed! Both these guys could use some momentum for sure. I still got my money banked on O’Connor, though. You got to be careful around those Irishmen!”

Darryl pulls Seamus to his feet and as he does, Seamus sends a blow of his own into the abdomen of Darryl. As Darryl bends over, Seamus headbutts him before grabbing him and planting him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Seamus jumps up above Darryl before bringing his knee into Darryl with a knee drop. Seamus goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”A beautiful display of offense there by Seamus! You were right about Irishmen, Vinny! They are not afraid to use their own heads as a way of offense!”

VASSA: ”That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t bet against Seamus in a clear cut fight!”

Seamus throws some closed fists into Darryl before whipping him into the corner turnbuckle. Seamus charges towards Darryl and hits him with a clothesline. As Darryl walks towards Seamus, Seamus grabs him and delivers a huge running powerslam that takes Darryl down into the mat hard. Seamus once again goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Seamus seems to be in complete control of this match as he continues to punish Darryl in the ring.”

VASSA: ”Seamus bringing the fight tonight! Darryl is in a lot of trouble now!”

As Seamus continues his dominance over Darryl, he grabs Darryl from the mat but Darryl returns the favor quickly as he guts Seamus and tosses him towards the ropes. Seamus comes back at Darryl and Darryl lands a stiff big boot into the face of Seamus sending him down into the mat. Not feeling satisfied from that, Darryl grabs Seamus and hits him with a brain buster. Darryl drops down and hooks the leg of Seamus.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”And here comes Darryl! It looks as if he’s found his offensive mojo in this match and it couldn’t have come at a better time for him!”

VASSA: ”Darryl is going to have to stick to the course if he wants to beat Seamus here tonight. The offense is looking like it’s going in his favor, but he’s going to have to dig DEEP if he wants to pull off the win here tonight.”

Darryl starts to stomp away at the face of Seamus before changing it up and dropping some knee drops into Seamus before he drops one more to the face only for Seamus to move out of the way. Darryl’s knee meets the mat as he grabs a hold of his knee. Seamus uses this opportunity to take advantage as he grabs Darryl and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Darryl comes back towards Seamus, Seamus grapples him and attempts a spinebuster but instead, Darryl grabs a hold of Seamus and drops his face into his knee. As Seamus pops back up , Darryl grabs Seamus and takes him down into the ring with a DDT. Darryl hooks the leg of Seamus again.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”What a quick response by Darryl and that almost got him the win right there!! Good awareness from Seamus to keep this match alive!”

VASSA: ”Good moves from Darryl, but I got to give props to the Irishman for keeping himself in this bout!”

As Darryl realizes he almost had Seamus put away right there, he reaches down and brings him back to his feet but Seamus responds quickly by grabbing Darryl and slamming him down into the mat with a gut buster. Seamus ricochets Darryl into the ropes before grappling him and slamming him into the mat once again only this time with a spinebuster. Seamus drops to his knees and covers Darryl.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”And Darryl kicks out!! This time, Darryl is the one with the awareness and he just kicked out right before the three count was planted into the mat! What a match we are witnessing between these two men!”

VASSA: ”We are witnessing a classic fight between two men here tonight! I’m starting to worry about my money bet on Seamus, but Darryl is doing a wonderful job keeping the suspense going here tonight!”

Seamus shakes his head as he thought he got the three count right there but the referee is shaking his head sticking to his two count. Seamus nods his head and brings Darryl back to his feet but not without any resistance as Darryl all of a sudden starts to fight back against Seamus. Darryl starts to throw a couple lefts into Seamus and Darryl grabs Seamus and throws him against the ropes and as Darryl goes to take Seamus down with a neckbreaker, Seamus reverses it and tries to hit a suplex on Darryl, but Darryl reverses it as he rushes off the ropes. Darryl comes back as Seamus drops down to the mat with Darryl jumping over Seamus and Seamus pops back up to his feet and bounces off the ropes and throwing himself at Darryl clobbering Darryl with a cross body. Both men are down and visibly breathing heavily trying to catch a breath.

JOHNSON: ”This match is starting to take a toll on both men! They are leaving everything out in that ring right now and both men are desperately wanting the win tonight!”

VASSA: ”This is what Adrenaline is all about! Both of these men are giving it their all and this match could honestly go either way at this point!”

Both men slowly get back to their feet before meeting in the center of the ring and exchanging lefts and rights again. Blow for blow, punch for punch, Seamus and Darryl take turns selling the punches as each struggle to deliver another blow to each other. Seamus hits Darryl with a sharp right and then takes the opportunity to pick up Darryl over his head. Seamus starts to spin around and as he attempts to go for the Drunk Landing, Darryl is able to maneuver out and proceeds to grab a shocked Seamus as he locks in a three-quarter facelock in the attempts to apply the Big-D but Seamus reverses that as well and grabs Darryl connecting with a Sit-Out. Seamus drops back down to the mat and goes for the cover once again.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”NO!! Darryl just gets the shoulder up!! UNBELIEVABLE!!”

VASSA: ”How the blue hell did Darryl kick out there?! Where is he getting this spark from?!”

Seamus can’t believe it as he just stares at a downed Wallace for a few moments trying to figure out a way to put him away. Seamus grabs Darryl and looks to go for the Drunk Landing again but Darryl guts him and hits a quick dropkick that sends Seamus down into the corner turnbuckle. As Darryl struggles to remain on his feet, he quickly targets a downed Seamus in the corner and runs towards him and hits him with a running boot, connecting with the CRUSH’D. Darryl pulls Seamus closer to the middle of the ring as he drops down and hooks the leg of Seamus.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”WHAT THE HELL?! Seamus kicks out!!! Neither of these men are giving into the other! This is spectacular!”

VASSA: ”I don’t know what to say!! Both these guys want this win tonight and it’s like their fighting for a championship here! What a spectacle we are seeing!”

As both men start to breath heavily once again, this time it is Darryl who is trying to find a way to end this match. Darryl is able to get to his feet and he drags Seamus to his. As Darryl locks in a three quarters facelock, Seamus attempts to break away but he can’t as Darryl locks him in a bulldog maneuver as Seamus tries to fight his way out but not to the resiliency of Wallace. Darryl then reaches back and pops Seamus jaw over his shoulder as he runs forward and down into the mat planting Seamus with the Big D. Darryl drops down and hooks the leg of Seamus going for the pin.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner….DARRRRRRRRYL WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLACE!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Darryl picks up the victory tonight! What a greatly contested match up we just saw here tonight!”

VASSA: ”Well, there goes my money!! SHIT! Ah well, I gotta give Darryl credit for that win! That was much deserved!”

JOHNSON: ”Much deserved for both these men tonight! That was one hell of a match and it couldn’t have gone any better than that!”

VASSA: ”Now I’m going to have to figure out how to get my money back!”

Darryl celebrates in the ring as the show cuts backstage.

Backstage we find Perry Wallace sitting behind the desk of his temporary office for the week. With a bottle of scotch on the desk and a half full glass beside it, he appears to be talking to himself. Stopping in mid-sentence, Wallace grabs the glass from the desk and takes a drink before leaning back in his chair and getting comfortable.

WALLACE: ”How you holding up?”

The camera angle slightly changes to reveal Cyrus Riddle sitting across from Wallace. He’s in his ring gear and leaned forward slightly, a black Omerta t-shirt covering his upper body as his hands interlock in front of himself. He takes a drink from the bottle of water in front of him before responding.

RIDDLE: ”About as well as I can amongst the chaos that occurs on a regular basis. Just feels good to have things out in the open. You have no idea how difficult it was to pretend to be fuckin’ Unstable for so long, bloody hell.”

WALLACE: ”It served a purpose. Dakota is back and those fucks didn’t even see it coming. They can have Darryl, that piece of shit is dead to me. He was never anything to me anyway.”

Cyrus laughs.

RIDDLE: ”Yeah, well, if he wants validation from lesser people to make himself feel more at home, that’s on him. He’s proven since day one that he wasn’t quite the caliber of man he pretended to be.”

Laughing at those words, Wallace takes a drink in amusement.

WALLACE: “Can you believe that idiot tried to play himself off as a son of mine. I’m sorry, but the day I found out he shits himself is the day that I lost all respect for the simple minded fuck.”

RIDDLE: ”Explains why he has that muscular wench as a fiance. He needs her to bend him over and clean his knickers when he soils. Fucking pathetic.”

WALLACE: “It really is, but fuck him. They thought they were getting one over on me. Little did they know you were here to give me a warning. Mother fuckers act like I can’t take a shot to the head with a chair. Please! After the one from you, the others are just a walk in the park.”

RIDDLE: ”Yeah, you took that like a true champion. So, what’s next on the agenda?”

WALLACE: ”Not too much, Unstable isn’t backing down, but their time will come. I gotta tell you man, this little secret is eating away at me.”

Riddle takes a breath and looks at Wallace with an expression of indifference.

RIDDLE: ”It’s been months, I can imagine it has. It’s not like we haven’t dropped hints here and there, but people just won’t listen.”

WALLACE: “How blind can they be? She gets kidnapped, months later I’m aligned with you guys. The writing is on the wall.”

RIDDLE: ”That’s the way the world works. People need everything spelled out for them.”

WALLACE: “It’s like they’re just sitting around, waiting for me to admit that I was involved with Aidan’s kidnapping.”

Riddle looks to the side.

RIDDLE: ”What do you think she’d do if she heard you say that?”

WALLACE: “She’d come for me of course. It wouldn’t be easy though with the security detail and you guys standing by my side.”

RIDDLE: ”Absolutely… and honestly, I’ve had plenty of experiences with her to know, she doesn’t exactly take anything lightly, nor does she let go of a grudge. However, she doesn’t quite seem herself lately, so it’s hard to tell what would happen.”

Taking a drink from his glass of scotch, Wallace finishes it off. Leaning forward in his seat, he grabs the bottle and slowly pours another.

WALLACE: “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, with you back on my side and Erron and Dakota backing me up, I feel untouchable. Unstable can’t get to me now. I have more security on deck. With all the heat coming down on us, she’s the last of my worries. But hey, no one is going to know about it until I come out and say it.”

Cyrus leans back in his chair and laughs, nodding his head.

RIDDLE: ”I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t have some kind of heat coming down on me. It’s become a first instinct of sorts. Keeps things exciting. But, I will point out, that you don’t need to come out and say anything anymore. We are always being watched and listened to.”

WALLACE: “Lately I’ve been feeling that I need to, that people don’t take me serious being aligned with you guys.”

RIDDLE: ”Now that, I am having a hard time understanding. I mean, you signed me from the start knowing we had a plan, you stuck by my side since day one. You sold a chair shot, kept it seeming that Erron was looking for me, and really kept any suspicions away from what we were really up to. Obviously all we have done hasn’t went unpunished without reason. Oh, and don’t forget the little caveat that everyone has overlooked so far… the third person who cut the rope down what Dakota was hanging from.”

With a full glass, Wallace leans back in his seat.

WALLACE: “She did do her part. It’s unfortunate that she didn’t make it to the third round of the tournament. But hey, I can’t be too down about that considering it was Bronx who did the deed.”

RIDDLE: ”True, and it was a hard fought win for him. That’s the nature of business. Between you and I, she isn’t as bad as people make her out to be. Sure, it took some convincing on my part, but she’s went along with what I want. Plus, it kept my hands clean until the right time.”

WALLACE: “She definitely isn’t as bad as people make her out to be. Damn good in the sack. I hope your slave is keeping her master happy.”

Cyrus smirks and shrugs.

RIDDLE: ”It she’s well behaved, she gets rewarded, she knows that. I do what I can as long as she does what she is told. She is truly… talented.”

Taking a drink of scotch, Wallace thinks to himself for a moment.

WALLACE: “You mentioned earlier that you wanted to talk to me about some other business. What’s on your mind?”

Cyrus straightens his posture and takes a sip of water before he speaks.

RIDDLE: ”Ah, yes… I wanted to talk with you about opportunity.”

WALLACE: “Opportunity? What kind of opportunity?”

RIDDLE: ”Just the possibility of a backup plan if tonight’s tournament match doesn’t go in my favor. You know how I am, I like a bit of insurance, and I don’t like taking unknowns into account. No matter what I do today, I’m always looking at tomorrow as well.”

Wallace looks down at the glass in his hand, rocking it back and forth, watching the liquid shift from one side to the other.

WALLACE: “Tonight is a big match for you. This tournament is a big deal. I don’t know what to expect if you happened to be the one to square off with Dakota. But what’s this opportunity? I’m all ears.”

RIDDLE: ”Well, seeing as how I am finally out from that dreadful Unstable garbage, I feel that it’s time I rectify some recent misfortunes that occurred. We’ve already discussed my future in this company and what I am willing to do to see it successful. We’ve also discussed possible ways to create different interests. I have a plan, and surprisingly enough, it involves our mutual lady friend. I think you have an idea of where I am going with this… and no, I don’t mean that we will double team her.”

Cyrus laughs while his hand reaches up and rubs his forehead.

WALLACE: “Double teaming? I’d hate to show you how it’s done anyway, but unfortunately this stud is tied down to one sweet piece of ass at the moment. I am interested to hear more about this opportunity though. Who else does it involve?”

RIDDLE: ”Let’s just say that the master feels that he and his slave need rewarded in a different, more professional sense.”

WALLACE: “Professional? I hear you. We can make anything happen, it’s all a matt–“

Looking up at the door to the office, Wallace’s eyes quickly widen as a surprised looks comes over his face.

WALLACE: “How long has that door been open?! What the–you–turn that fucking camera off!”

Wallace pops up from his seat and begins rushing around the desk as the picture abruptly goes black.

Rushing along the halls was Jack Vaughn who was livid at the moment. His face red as he murmurs under his breath. He got word about the incident that almost took place with Jair Hopkins earlier and was looking for The Almighty Idol Otto Corban. Smelling the strong aroma of incense burning Jack halts, looks up at the door and reads the nameplate that says Otto Corban.

VAUGHN: “Hey… Otto? Is that you?”

The door swings open, a cloud of smoke steaming from out the room as Vaughn uses his hand to fan some of it away. As the smoke dies down Jack looks inside the room not knowing what to think.

VAUGHN: ”What the hell is this?”

The locker room had a few candles lit for light. The room filled with a few chairs and a mini pulpit. Along the walls were pictures of Otto Corban and about six mirrors, Otto looking into one of the mirrors now as he admires himself. He turns to Jack and steps up to him as Jack’s face becomes more irate.

CORBAN: ”Aw Mr. Vaughn. Nice to see you man. You care to join the class tonight?”

VAUGHN: “Class? School is in session?”

CORBAN: ”I got a couple of backstage workers coming in who wants to hear the word from the highest of high… that meaning me.”

Otto chuckles before Pablo and his crew step into the room carrying a piano.

CORBAN: “Right there would be perfect.”

The Almighty Idol directs the workers using his finger before turning back to the GM Jack Vaughn.

CORBAN: ”If you’re not here to learn some knowledge then what brings you by? A man of my stature doesn’t have much time to waste.”

VAUGHN: “Unfortunately I am here on other business. I would love to sit down for a sermon, it’s been quite a while since I have been to church. My apologies. But I heard about what happened earlier today and how you saved Jair from a nasty accident. I wanted to speak with you personally and show my gratitude. You are a real hero.”

CORBAN: ”Hero, I wouldn’t say that.”

Otto downplays his heroism from earlier.

CORBAN: ”More like liberator. I just did what I’m suppose to do. That could’ve been you y’know? I would’ve been there to save you as well.”

Otto thought Jack would be upset. His auroa catching Otto off guard.

CORBAN: ”Almighty has to do what Almighty does.”

VAUGHN: “And that was some fine work there. I can’t express how grateful I am that you saved him. Jair has been with 4CW for almost two years now. You did the company a great service. If you ever need anything, you just let me know.”

CORBAN: ”If I ever need anything you’d be the first to know.”

Otto reaches over toward the stand beside him and grabs “The Enlightenment” bible and hands it to Jack Vaughn.

CORBAN: ”Just do me a favor and look into this. This can help you out allot in life. Alot of knowledge is in here.”

With the book in hand, Jack looks down at it for a few moments in silence. Cutting his eyes upward back to Otto, he nods his head in agreement.

VAUGHN: “It will be my pleasure. I’ve been needing something new to read lately. Life on the road can get a little hectic at times. Just sitting back in the hotel and relaxing with a good book is just what I need. Thanks, Otto.”

The Almighty felt ecstatic being this was the second time someone has recived The Enlightenment from him.

CORBAN: “You do just that Jack, and by next year you’ll be recognized as the best general manager in the business.

VAUGHN: “Best general manager in the business? Those are some pretty big shoes to fill. All I can do is try my best. It’s people like you here in 4CW that make this all possible and stress free.”

CORBAN: “This Nashville crowd didn’t get behind the one and only like they should have. I was upset but after taking my meds I think I should appologize to them.”

He lied through his teeth.

CORBAN: “I just wanna enlighten my people day by day, second by second. It starts with that bible you have in your hand right there. Your righteousness could always use disciples to spread the word. You never know… you could be a good candidate because the masses will listen to you.”

VAUGHN: “I’ll take a look when I get to my hotel tonight. Don’t get upset if I hold you to it now.”

CORBAN: “Well look, don’t let me hold you up. You have a show you have to run. I’ll be warching over you.”

Jack and Otto share a handshake before Jack leaves from the room, the cameras cutting to the ring awaiting the next match.

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT ROUND 2
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. CYRUS RIDDLE

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

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival. Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… ‘Mr. Executive’, BRIAN HHOOLLLLYYWWOOOODD!!!”

Hollywood tugs on his trench coat as he walks down the ramp. As he does, a breeze is released blowing his trench coat back and forth as he arrives to the apron near the ring. Hollywood looks about the crowd and squints his eyes as if he’s looking carefully through out the crowd. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Hollywood makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring. Hollywood looks about the ring before heading to the top rope and looking about the crowd. Hollywood closes his eyes and slowly raises his hands on both sides as if to praise himself or being in a false sense of delusion that he is being praised by the crowd which gives off another mixed reaction. Hollywood finally makes his way down as he takes off the trench coat and rests in the corner, awaiting for the sound of the bell.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines upon the entrance curtain as the opening chords of “I’m Not Jesus” by Apocalyptica begin to play.

“Dirty little secret

Dirty little lies

Say your prayers and comb your hair

Save your soul tonight.” As the chords play once again, Rorie Steele walks out from behind the curtain wearing an English flag corset with matching boy shorts, looking over her shoulder toward the back. ”Drift among the faithful

Bury your desires

Aberrations fill your head

You need a place to hide

And I am.” Cyrus Riddle smoothly emerges from behind the curtain with his sunglasses affixed to his face, as well as donning a snarky grin as he raises his middle and index fingers to the crowd, his black and grey trenchcoat settling as he grabs the hand of a reluctant Rorie. “Do you remember me?

The kid I used to be?

Do you remember me?” The pair begins to walk to the ring with a swagger in his step and a cocky expression of confidence, with her scowling at the crowd.

“When you world comes crashing down

I want to be there

If God is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus

Jesus wasn’t there!

“You confess it all away

But it don’t mean shit to me

If God is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus

I will not forgive!”

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Rorie Steele, hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, he is “The Archetype,” “The Epitome of Excellence,” “The King of Clunge,” and the “Master of Steele”… CYRUUUUUS RRIIIIIIIDDLLE!!!”

Riddle gets to the ring steps and allows Rorie to walk up before he does, maintaining his hold on her hand as he follows and they both make their way to the middle of the ring apron. He releases her hand and holds his arms outward, his index and middle fingers sticking up on both hands as his head tilts back.

“When your whole world comes undone

Let me be the one to say

I’m not Jesus

You can’t run away!”

Cyrus’ arms lower and his sights focus on Rorie as he motions for her to hold the ropes open for him. She sits on the middle rope and pushes the top up as much as she can, allowing him to enter the ring. He walks to the middle and waits for her as she enters between the bottom and middle ropes, standing behind him. She reaches around him and grabs the front of his trenchcoat, taking it off of him before walking to the front to remove his sunglasses.

He winks at her as she holds the items in her hand and arms, then walks to the corner with him while he mouths off toward the crowd. He presses the bottom rope down with his foot and lifts the middle rope up for her to exit and descend the steps after she places his coat and glasses down by the post, watching her attentively before she takes her place right next to the apron while he comfortably props himself up in the corner.

VASSA: “The Order taking on Omerta! This is going to be exciting!”

JOHNSON: “This is a huge match in the second round of the tournament. A win here is great for either team.”

VASSA: “No matter who wins, there really is no loser because Unstable has been knocked out of the mix as we saw earlier in the night.”

JOHNSON: “Well I can promise you that neither one of these two want to walk away from this match empty handed. Moving on to the third round is one step closer to climbing in the ring with Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl for the 4CW Championship.”

VASSA: “That makes me wonder. What would happen if Cyrus happened to win this thing. Him and Dakota are Omerta. How would that match at South Beach Brawl play out?”

JOHNSON: “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself Vinny. After tonight there are still two more rounds before a contender is determined. Anything can happen within the next month.”

VASSA: “Hollywood has to be one lucky S.O.B. In his return match two weeks ago he had the lovely Carmella Wilder at ringside with his opponent, Jett. Tonight, we have the oohhh so sexy Rorie Steele. I don’t see how he’s going to be able to concentrate on the task at hand. Same goes for Cyrus!”

JOHNSON: “These are professionals, Vinny. In a match this big with stakes such as these, their minds are on one thing and one thing only… WINNING!”

VASSA: “I hear you Charlie Sheen.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official looks to the corner of Hollywood first and quickly gets the nod as he is ready to get down to business. Looking to the other side, the official checks in with Riddle who stares back with confidence, slowly nodding with approval. With both corners ready to get things underway, the official throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Popping out of his corner, Riddle bounces back and forth as he slowly makes his way towards the center of the ring. Without the slightest hesitation, Hollywood approaches the center as well. Meeting each other face to face in the middle of the ring, the two stare into each others eyes for a moment as the tension builds between the two and the crowd watches in silence, waiting for the first move to be made. Breaking the silence, Hollywood throws the first punch but quickly gets stopped as Riddle pops his arm up and blocks it. Riddle then fires back with a punch of his own and plants his fist into Hollywood’s mouth. Firing another shot, Riddle hits Hollywood again and again, backing him across the ring.

Hollywood’s back touches the ropes and as it does, Riddle hits him with one last punch before locking onto his arm and whipping him across the ring to the ropes on the opposite side. Just as Hollywood is about to hit the ropes, Riddle quickly shuffles towards the center of the ring. With Hollywood coming back on the rebound, the two collide in the center of the ring as Riddle hits him with a stunning European uppercut. With Hollywood slightly off balance, Riddle then fires with another and then another, connecting with three consecutive European uppercuts. Riddle then steps in beside Hollywood and quickly drops him down to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep.

JOHNSON: “Cyrus is off to a quick start here in the second round.”

VASSA: “He’s been fast as lightning! If he can keep things going at this pace, Hollywood isn’t going to have a chance to catch his breath.”

Back on his feet, Riddle locks his hands around Hollywood’s wrist and pulls him up to his feet. He then shoot in and lifts Hollywood up into a fireman’s carry but before he can make his next move, Hollywood slides out of his grip and lands down to his feet behind him. Hollywood quickly wraps Riddle up and lifts him up from his feet for a German suplex. At the highest point before the descent, Riddle rolls backwards and slips out of Hollywood’s hold. Coming back down to his feet, Riddle leaves Hollywood empty handed as he goes down to the mat. Riddle then drops a knee right across Hollywood’s forehead, followed by another and another. After completing the three knee combination, Riddle latches onto Hollywood’s head and rolls him over to his stomach before pulling him up to his feet.

Locking on to Hollywood’s wrist with one hand, Riddle then pulls him in and goes for a short-arm clothesline only to miss as Hollywood ducks underneath. Pulling Riddle’s arm around him, Hollywood positions himself behind him and then wraps him up with his other arm. Riddle quickly throws an elbow back with his free arm, connecting to the side of Hollywood’s head. With Hollywood briefly stunned, Riddle then spins his body around only to then get pulled into the move he originally went for, a short-arm clothesline. Riddle begins to roll over and push himself up. Hollywood then takes off to the ropes and comes back with speed on the rebound, planting both feet into the side of Riddle’s head with a dropkick, sending him rolling over to his back.

VASSA: “Damn, he didn’t even see that coming! One second you’re down, the next you’re getting up, and then out of nowhere… BAM!!! You catch two feet to the side of the head.”

JOHNSON: “We just saw a beautiful exchange of reversals moments before. These two men know what they’re doing inside of that ring and I expect to see this type of match until that final bell sounds.”

VASSA: “I think ultimately this match is going to come down to one person making a mistake and the other capitalizing.”

With Riddle down on his back, Hollywood pushes himself up and stands to his feet. He then hops over Riddle’s body and runs for the ropes. Leaping into the air, Hollywood plants both feet onto the middle rope and then springboards off with a moonsault, landing across Riddle’s body. Hollywood then hooks the leg and goes for the quick pin as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

Riddle pops a shoulder up from the mat and breaks the pin attempt. Hollywood then positions himself on top of Riddle and then begins laying into him with mounted punches. After landing nearly a dozen, Hollywood throws one last but comes up short as Riddle catches it with both hands, stopping it only an inch away from his face. Riddle then rolls Hollywood over to the side and off of him. The two then race to get to their feet, Hollywood standing first. Just as Riddle stands, Hollywood moves in with a combination of punches and kicks, hitting Riddle from every direction. Riddle throws one for Hollywood’s head but doesn’t connect. Stepping in behind Riddle, Hollywood then lifts him into the air and drops him with a sit-out sidelam.

JOHNSON: “Hollywood rattled the ring with that!”

VASSA: “And Riddle is eating canvas!”

Back on his feet, Hollywood circles Riddle. Grabbing him by the head, Hollywood slowly pulls him up to his feet and then pulls his head in for a side headlock. Before Hollywood can get it full locked in, Riddle pushes him away while pulling his head out from his clutches. Hollywood quickly turns around to face Riddle only to then lunge towards him. The two quickly lock up in a test of strength. Hollywood begins driving Riddle backwards a few steps but out of nowhere, Riddle plants his back foot and then overpowers Hollywood. Slipping out of the lock up, Riddle moves in behind Hollywood. Lifting Hollywood into the air, Riddle then drops him down onto his knee with an atomic drop.

With Hollywood standing straight up and slowly stepping forward as the pain sinks in from that atomic drop, Riddle slides in behind him and then applies a full Nelson. With Hollywood right where he wants him, Riddle then lifts him up and drives his head into the mat with a full Nelson suplex. Riddle then crawls over Hollywood and goes for the pin as the ref races over for the count.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: “Hollywood kicks out!”

JOHNSON: “Just before the two count!”

As Riddle begins pushing himself up to his feet, a loud pop erupts throughout the building.

VASSA: “What the hell is that?!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know Vinny but it sure has the fans attention.”

VASSA: “Wait a second! Is that… who… It’s CJ O’Donnell!”

JOHNSON: “What’s he doing here?!”

VASSA: “After the events of our last show I would guess that he’s here for Riddle’s head.”

Riddle looks around the ringside area before finally looking up the ramp and locking his eyes on CJ. With Hollywood down, Riddle steps away from him and slowly approaches the ropes. Making his way to the ring, CJ stops in front of the ring and looks up at Riddle as begins mouthing off in a rage. Grabbing onto the ropes, CJ then pulls himself onto the apron and stands face to face with Riddle.

JOHNSON: “It was only a matter of time before these two met face to face with no other members of Unstable or Omerta behind them.”

VASSA: “All hell is about to break loose and we have the best seat in the house. If these two are going to throw down and take their shots at one another they better do it before the others find their way out here.”

JOHNSON: “Turn around Cyrus! Turn around!”

VASSA: “It’s a setup!”

Behind Riddle, Hollywood stands to his feet and looks on as the two argue with one another at the ropes. After watching for a few moments, he then slowly creeps in behind Riddle.

JOHNSON: “CJ is just out here to distract Riddle.”

VASSA: “He’s doing a damn fine job of it. He must be bitter about his second round match earlier tonight. Salty!”

JOHNSON: “This goes well beyond that! CJ trusted Cyrus like a brother and took him into Unstable only for him to turn his back on him two weeks ago and align himself back with Omerta.”

CJ then hops down from the apron and begins backing away from the ring. After a few moments, Riddle then turns around to the center of the ring where he then catches a foot to the stomach from Hollywood.

VASSA: “Watch out for that!”

Hollywood then grabs onto Riddle’s head and pulls it in, locking his arm around it. Spinning his body, Hollywood then drops Riddle face first to the canvas with a front facelock cutter.

JOHNSON: “The Lay-Off!”

VASSA: “More like laid out!”

JOHNSON: “This could very well be it!”

VASSA: “Another small victory for Unstable if Hollywood can end it right here.”

With Riddle laid out on his stomach, Hollywood rolls him over to his back and then makes the cover. After hooking the leg, the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Hollywood wins it! Brian Hollywood will advance to the third round.”

VASSA: “Thanks for the help, CJ!”

JOHNSON: “This little stunt right here is only going to make matters worse for Unstable and Omerta.”

VASSA: “Everyone keeps talking about Omerta and Unstable, but I’m looking at this as a huge win for The Order!”

JOHNSON: “It really is, although I believe they have their sights set more on Unstable.”

VASSA: “I guess it’s a perspective thing. Hollywood advances in the tournament thanks to the one group that he’s called out day one since returning.”

Hollywood stands to his feet as “Perfect Insanity” hits the speakers. Looking up the ramp, Hollywood locks eyes with CJ who is still backing up towards the entrance stage with a grin from ear to ear. Stepping in beside Hollywood, the official then raises his arm into the air for the victory.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, BRIAN HHOOLLLLYYWWOOOODD!!!”

The scene switches backstage to the locker room of Bryan Williams just as his tag partner, Aidan Carlisle, is throwing the door open to storm inside. Bryan is already standing, ready to meet her. For a few moments the two just stare at one another.

CARLISLE: “You saw?”

WILLIAMS: “Yeah.”

A long silence hangs as they both internally debate. Aidan takes a breath as though she’s about to speak, but Bryan beats her to it.

WILLIAMS: “I can’t continue being a champion for a place that would stoop to that for ratings. It could have killed you.”

Aidan presses her lips together tightly for a moment to stifle the memories, and the anger.

CARLISLE: “I know.”

WILLIAMS: “What are you going to do?”

CARLISLE: “I don’t know. I know what I would like to do, but that would put me in prison I think.”

WILLIAMS: “Don’t do that.”

CARLISLE: “I won’t. I’ve got a safety net with me tonight, so to speak. He keeps me out of trouble.”

WILLIAMS: “The Ginger?”

CARLISLE: “Yeah.”

Several more painfully awkward seconds pass in silence as they both stare into non-descript points in the room. Finally Bryan turns and picks up his half of the Tag Team Championships from the bench next to his gym bag. After one last look at it, he holds it out to Aidan, who reluctantly takes it.

CARLISLE: “I’ll go hand them in and tell Perry we’re done.”

WILLIAMS: “Don’t forget to tell him where he can shove them.”

CARLISLE: “I won’t.”

Aidan starts to turn, but pauses.

CARLISLE: “Hey… there’s no hard feelings over this, okay. We had a great run. We were a great team. No one can take that away from us.”

Bryan gives her words some thought before he simply nods. Aidan turns and leaves the locker room as the scene fades.

HEADLINE
BRYAN LAUGHLIN VS. DAKOTA SMITH

The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly. His trademark “LAUGH-LIN” Run DMC Style shirt on he nods his head to the music and acknowledges the fans before dropping his head taking a deep breath and breaking out into a sprint towards the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall, “The Ripper”, BRYAN LAUGHLIN!!!”

Approaching the ring he slides in and gets to his knees throwing his head back and his arms out allowing the fans to acknowledge him back. He quickly hops to his feet mouthing the lyrics.

“Judge me for what I am

The passage of death

You don’t play, you don’t win

You change nothing

You gain nothing

Everybody’s out from here on in”

He backs into the nearest corner taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him out of the ring as his music slowly fades.

“Sludge God” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the arena gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers. Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face and the 4CW Championship wrapped around his neck. He glares out over the arena, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right. Dakota then begins his march down to the ring.

“I’m a sludge God

I’m rather odd

Take your head like Mr Ichabod

Hit em hard showing no regard

Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred

Pull your card

Put u in the morgue

That’s just the way the LOC settle scores

Put me in the booth and press record

I serve em sludge and they beg for more “

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher” and the reigning 4CW Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

Reaching the ring he takes the belt off of his neck and throws it into the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope. Planting his fist into the ground he pushes himself up off the mat and picks up his championship. He stalks the ring for a few seconds before going up the turnbuckle and raising his 4CW championship up into the air – letting out a blood curdling roar as he does so. He drops down and tosses his championship outside of the ring, glaring back at his opponent.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell rings Dakota throws himself full speed at Bryan catching him off guard with a sickening yakuza kick, the butcher lets out a mad laugh as he starts to viciously and violently stomp away at Bryan, The ref having to pull Dakota back, he then circles the ring, his eyes never leaving Bryan – who is trying now up to one knee. Smith once again lunges at Bryan, but this time Bryan is aware of him as he rolls out of Dakota’s way sending him tripping into the turnbuckle. Bryan then strikes Dakota in the back of the skull repeatedly, he turns him around and starts to send strike after strike into the man’s face. Laughlin grabs ahold of Dakota and suplexs him out of the corner – rolling on top of him for the pin

ONE

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KICKOUT!!!

Dakota kicks out and pushes Bryan away from him, backing up into the ropes, which the butcher uses to help himself up. They two glare at each from across the ring for a few moments before locking up in the center, Dakota out powers Bryan and delivers a clean head-butt directly to his temple. He then quickly wraps his arm around Laughlin’s head and snaps back with a DDT. Dakota is quick to get up to his feet as he bounces off of the ropes and jumps up into the air going for a senton but Bryan rolls out of the way leaving Dakota hitting the mat with a thud. Bryan gets up to his feet as Dakota gets to one knee, Laughlin then hooks Dakota’s arms so that they are face to face and starts to viciously and violently head-butt him. One after another, Dakota’s head starting to bust open as blood splatters onto Bryan’s face. Bryan then finishes up his onslaught with an over the belly 2 belly suplex. Dakota lands flat on his back and Bryan lets out a devilish laugh – looking very proud of himself he makes his way back up to his feet. Laughlin then stalks Dakota, giving him a few well-placed stomps before backing up a few steps and doing a handstand. He then walks on his hands over to Dakota’s head and delivers one destructive looking knee drop. He quickly hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

The champ kicks out at two. Bryan gets up to his knees and shakes his head a little bit before flipping Dakota onto his stomach, he then stands up and walks over to Dakota’s legs. Hooking his legs up in his own he then bends down and grabs Dakota’s arms – he then throws himself backwards locking in a Mexican surfboard stretch. Showing a great deal of strength holding Dakota up in the air. The referee asks Dakota if he would like to tap out and the butcher just spits at him, the champ then lets out a violent roar before freeing one of his arms and using it to elbow down catching Bryan right in the face. Bryan drops Dakota who quickly gets in the mount and starts to send a flurry of wild forearms and closed fists punches to Bryan’s skull. Once again the referee has to pull Dakota off of Laughlin, but the damage had already been done as Bryan was now bleeding as well. The champ makes his way back over to Bryan and begins to pick him apart with soccer kicks to the mid-section, screaming at Bryan as he does so. Dakota then reaches down and grabs Laughlin by the throat – he deadlifts him up and into the air before sending him crashing back down with a choke slam, The butcher places his foot on top of Bryan’s chest for a pin

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Bryan kicks out of the cocky pin with ease, leaving Dakota with a snarl on his face. He spits on the ground next to Bryan then sets his attention to the nearest corner – stepping over Bryan he makes his way over and begins to climb up. As he gets to the second rope he takes a moment to wipe the blood from out of his eyes before ascending to the top turnbuckle.He has taken too long however as Bryan is back up to his feet, he runs over to the corner and climbs up the second rope hooking Dakota up in a full Nelson suplex! The two go flying to the mat with a loud and hard impact!

VASSA: “DUMP’D! DUMP’D FROM THE TOP ROPE! Dakota might be dead!”

JOHNSON: “Yet, somehow I doubt that.”

Dakota on pure instinct rolls out of the ring onto the ground below, Bryan takes a few moments to get back up to his feet. Laughlin surveys the area around him and then focuses in on Dakota who has made it up to one knee. Bryan goes through the middle rope and stands on the apron, stalking Dakota as he gets up to his feet. When he finally does make it up Bryan starts to run on on the apron, he jumps off hitting a picture perfect missile dropkick sending Dakota flying into the barricade. As Bryan gets back up the referee begins his count.

“One! … Two! … Three!” Bryan grabs Dakota by the back of the head and hauls him up to his feet, before slamming his head down on the barricade, blood splattering as he does so. Bryan wipes some of his own blood off of his face and then throws Dakota into the steel steps with a loud bang! “Four! … Five! … Six!” With Dakota down on the ground Bryan rolls back in the ring, and back out again to break the count. He then turns his attention back onto Dakota. He gives him a few stiff stomps to the back before lifting him up to one knee. Dakota the uses all his might to push Bryan away, sending him tumbling against the apron. With a mad dash Dakota lunges at Bryan, clotheslining him up against the apron. “One! … Two!” Dakota rolls back into the ring, he gets up to his feet and yells at the referee to continue counting as he leans up against the ropes. “Three! … Four! … Five!”

Bryan sluggishly gets back up to his feet, he rolls in under the bottom rope to stop the count. Dakota lets out a groan as he pushes himself off of the ropes and goes immediately on the attack, stomping and kicking the life out of Bryan. He then starts to drag Bryan by one leg to the center of the ring. He backs up a few steps before going forward with a rolling knee drop. The arena is going crazy as Dakota gets back up to his feet and hits Bryan with another rolling knee drop. Dakota then hooks Bryan’s leg up.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

At the very last second Bryan gets his shoulder up, Dakota looks a bit frustrated as he smashes his fist down onto Bryan’s chest. He then grabs him by the hair and brings him up to his feet. Dakota throws Bryan into the ropes and gets ready, on the rebound Dakota goes for a clothesline but Bryan ducks under his arm and bounces off the rope once again. By the time Dakota turns around Bryan is in his face a picture perfect flying double knee – directly to Dakota’s chest, sending him flying into the ropes. While Dakota is on the ropes Bryan starts to viciously assault his chest with knife edge chops, one after another the crowd counting each strike. Around the thirteenth chop Bryan grabs Dakota from behind the head and brings him to the middle of the ring – he then lifts him up hitting a spinning belly 2 belly suplex.

Bryan has the advantage and he takes this time to catch his breath in what has been a rather fast paced match. He makes his way up to his feet as Dakota gets to one knee. Bryan walks over to Dakota and grabs him by the back of his bloody scalp, he cocks back his fist and strikes the butcher directly in the forehead. But Dakota fires back with a elbow to the midsection! Bryan again strikes Dakota’s forehead, and again Dakota elbows Bryan’s gut. The butcher pushes his way up to his feet and the two men start going at one another, blow for blow – like two rabid dogs. After a few moments of intense violence the two men stand there dazed. Bryan cocks back his arm for one final blow, it lands like a rock across Dakota’s jaw almost sending him crumbling down to the mat. But Bryan catches him, lifting him up on his shoulders. It looks as if he is going for Good Morning America, but on pure instinct Dakota starts to knee Bryan in the side of the head. Bryan Drops Dakota, who returns the favor by kicking Laughlin square in the gut. Dakota quickly grabs Bryan and picks him up in a piledriver like position – He then drives Bryan’s skull into the mat with a kneeling Gonso bomb

VASSA: “Jesus fuck…. What was that?”

JOHNSON: “That was just sick! I believe we are supposed to call that the Crown of Gore “

VASSA: “His neck has to be broken.”

JOHNSON: “Dakota’s hooking the leg – this could be all over.“

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, YOUR 4CW CHAMPION! DAKOOOTTAAA SMIIITH!“

Bryan lays lifeless in the ring as Dakota slowly makes his way up to one knee, the referee goes to hand him his champion but Dakota just snatches it out of his hands. He holds the belt close to his heart as he pushes himself up to his feet. The butcher holds his championship up high in the air, when out of nowhere CJ O’Donnell hits the ring! Dakota doesn’t notice him at first still celebrating in his victory giving CJ time to stalk him. As Dakota turns around he is met with a flying knee directly to the face, Dakota shatters to the ground, leaving CJ with a accomplished look on his face.

JOHNSON: “He just about took his head off with that Irish Knowledge!”

Smoke rolls out from a locker room backstage as Jason Cashe steps out carrying his XTV Championship over his shoulder. His eyes blood shot red like he was wearing contacts. As he steps into the hallway, he heads straight for the Exit doors.

HARTMAN: “Cashe? Hey, hey where are you going? Wait up!”

Stopping at the Exit door, Cashe turns and smiles big at the sight of Gabriel Hartman.

CASHE: “Hartman! What’s up dude!?”

Even as Hartman approaches, the smell of marijuana is strong around Cashe. Usually not a smell he’d bring with him to shows but he had already competed and Hartman more than most knew his ways of doing things. The two greeted with a slap of hands before a single shake.

HARTMAN: “Where are you heading? Are you leaving?”

CASHE: “Yessir! I have shit to see and people to do..Psssh haha that’s not how it goes huh? You know what I mean!”

HARTMAN: “What if Omerta comes to seek revenge for the attack on Dakota after his match?”

Almost as if he forgot, Cashe looks at the ground letting himself go into a high state of deep thought.

CASHE: “Ohh yeah! That happened tonight huh? Haha! Look I trust that Unstable can handle it if anything happens. What could happen though? We have one more match and then the show is over..”

The faint sound of Akon “Smack That” playing is heard and Cashe digs down in his pockets to remove his phone. Checking the caller ID, he nods up at Hartman.

CASHE: “Hehe I gotta take this man, I’ll catch you later..”

Backing into the Exit door, Cashe answers his phone as he steps out of the building.

CASHE: “What’s up Lady? …Monkey Face? That’s my name now? Ohhkaay..Yeah I’m leaving now, what’chu wearing? Hah! I’m high as fuc–“

Stopping in his progression, his voice stops with his movement. Eyes wide he stares at Cyrus Riddle and Erron Wilder who have stepped out from the vehicles and Production Trucks.

CASHE: “Say…I’ma need to call you back Lady Doll…”

Not waiting for a response, Cashe hangs up his side of the conversation. Letting his phone drop to the concrete floor it probably was going to be replaced regardless. Adjusting his XTV Title on his shoulder, Cashe lets a little smile stretch on his face.

CASHE: “Gonna have to give credit where credit is due…You got me! Nobody around but us.”

RIDDLE: “Seems to be the case Mate..”

WILDER: “Say.. I heard you like to smoke so I decided to bring my own pipe along just for the occasion. ‘Cept this time, you’re the one being smoked out, cracker!”

Showing Cashe that he was carrying a serrated, lead pipe. Things didn’t seem to look good for “The Troubled One”. High as a kite in the sky but his nerves aren’t worked as Cashe steps forward towards the two members of Omerta. As he takes another step, he removes the XTV Title. Launching it at Riddle, Cashe springs at Erron Wilder and cracks him to the jaw. Riddle catches the XTV and uses it to the back of Cashe which stumbles the Champion forward.

WILDER: “Feisty little shit aren’t you!?”

Still throwing punches, Jason Cashe pushes up even as Riddle clobbers at his back and Wilder short shots him as he hugs the XTV close. Riddle stomps down into the back of Cashe’s knee and slides an arm around his neck from behind. Erron Wilder scurries back a few steps, arches up with the lead pipe. Snapping forward he lays into the cheek of Jason Cashe, spits and blood flies out his mouth as his head snaps to the side. Riddle lets him fall. The two members from Omerta stand watching Cashe barely squirm on the cold concrete.

RIDDLE: “Everything Dies..”

The ill at ease Wilder suddenly squats down towards Cashe’s overstretched body. A crooked smile stretching over his delinquent mug as he searches the Trouble One’s pockets until pulling out his leftover stash of weed. Erron gives it a brief, satisfactory sniff before sliding it inside his back pocket.

WILDER: “Mhmmmhmm… ‘Too bad you’re shit out of luck tonight!”

As the camera zooms out, the two Omerta members lay into a downed Jason Cashe as the scene breaks away into a fade away.

We cut backstage back to the office Perry is occupying for the evening. Outside of the door, security detail consumes the hall. Inside, Perry Wallace sits behind the desk with an almost empty bottle of scotch in front of him. His face is covered in sweat and it’s pretty obvious that something is worrying him. As we saw earlier, a secret slipped out into the open and it’s been on his mind ever since.

WALLACE: ”Goddamnit Perry! What the fuck were you thinking?!”

With a glass in his hand, he quickly downs the contents before slamming it onto the top of the desk. His eyes then widen as a commotion begins to stir outside of the office.

WALLACE: ”What the hell is that?”

Standing up from the desk, Wallace rolls his unbuttoned sleeves mid-way up his forearm. Cautiously walking from out behind the desk, Wallace then slowly approaches the door. A look of relief comes over him as the security detail come into sight. After peaking his head through the doorway to look outside into the hall, a swallows hard as his face turns a ghostly white.

Looking somewhere between irate and murderous, Aidan Carlisle strides past the over-sized security detail with both of the Tag Team Championships stacked on one shoulder. Trailing behind her, smirking at the “security” is Liam O’Shea, who remains silent and lets her have her space. As Aidan stops in front of Wallace, she seems to take a few moments to consider just what to do. Finally, she speaks.

CARLISLE: “I’ve got something for you.”

WALLACE: ”Look, I’m sorry.”

The titles shift as her shoulder moves, one hand with a white knuckle grip to keep them in place.

CARLISLE: “Sorry doesn’t begin to describe what you are.”

WALLACE: ”I was hacked… No. I fucked up!”

The excuse causes the expression on her face to darken even further, if that were possible. She almost takes a step forward, but Liam’s hand on her shoulder stops her.

CARLISLE: “Yeah, you did. And now it’s cost you.”

WALLACE: ”Cost me? What does that mean? I know it was a fucked up thing to do, but you came back even stronger. You went on to win the championships with Bryan. Where is he anyway?”

CARLISLE: “He’s half of what you just lost.”

WALLACE: ”What the hell does that mean?”

CARLISLE: “He’s done with the Tag Team Championships.”

WALLACE: ”What do you mean he’s done? It doesn’t matter, well it does, but this isn’t about him.”

CARLISLE: “I’m done too.”

A confused look comes over Wallace’s face as those words begin to sink in. After rubbing his eyes for a moment, he looks back to Aidan with a hopeless look.

WALLACE: ”What? What do you mean you’re done? I fucked up!”

CARLISLE: “And what, saying that is supposed to absolve you of the responsibility?!”

This time Aidan does take a step closer, leaving barely a foot of room between herself and Perry.

WALLACE: ”Whoa now! Forgive me when I say this, but can you please speak English. Absolve? The hell is that?”

CARLISLE: “You made your bed, Wallace, and now you have to sleep in it.”

Holding his arms out to the side, Wallace tries to lighten the mood with a smile.

WALLACE: ”Come on now, don’t be like that. I’m sure we can work this out. We all make mistakes and I own that.”

CARLISLE: “You ‘made a mistake?!’ That’s what you’re trying to call this? You don’t just get to laugh this off! You have to live with the consequences.”

WALLACE: ”You let that piece of shit Darryl hit me with a chair. I’d say we’re pretty flush.”

CARLISLE: “The two are unrelated, stop changing the fucking subject and take these goddamn belts before I hit you with them!”

WALLACE: ”Take the belts? Does Bryan know about this? I need to talk to my boy.”

CARLISLE: “Yes, he knows. He said he was done with them first and gave his to me. Now I’m here to give them to you.”

Wallace then clenches his fist and bites onto it for a moment before taking a step back. After removing his fist from his mouth, he then wipes it onto the pants leg and looks back to Aidan.

WALLACE: ”Wait a second, just wait a second. You can’t do that.”

CARLISLE: “…Yes I can.”

WALLACE: ”Just hear me out. You and Bryan fought hard for those straps. You two fought even harder to retain them at Wasteland. You can’t just throw it all away now because I fucked up. Come on now.”

CARLISLE: “Watch me.”

WALLACE: ”I know you two are hungry for some competition. It doesn’t have to be like this. You can’t just walk out, especially after you hear the news I have.”

CARLISLE: “Just take the goddamn belts.”

WALLACE: ”I can’t.”

CARLISLE: “Bullshit you can’t. I’ll make it easy. Hold out your arms.”

WALLACE: ”Don’t be like that, I’ve been beaten enough lately. But I do have someone you can attack, well, two people in fact.”

CARLISLE: “I’m not interested in anymore deals you don’t intend to keep.”

WALLACE: ”I know Bryan will be up for this. I actually have two people who have challenged you two specifically. Just let me talk to Bryan and smooth this thing out.”

The expression that crosses Aidan’s face looks practically as though she’s been punched in the stomach, making her clutch both belts against her chest.

CARLISLE: “…Challengers?”

WALLACE: ”Yes, and they will be revealed tomorrow. I just need to talk to Bryan. I’m sure if he just hears me out he will have a change of heart.”

CARLISLE: “No, he won’t! He’s done, Wallace, done! What the hell don’t you understand about that? He wants nothing to do with you, and he wants nothing to do with these tag titles! You have challengers, and I don’t have a fucking partner!”

WALLACE: ”I will talk to Bryan and get this settled. You don’t know my son like I do. He’ll listen to me. I know you hate me right now and you have damn good reason to. But I also know that you’re not one to walk away from a challenge.”

Aidan just stares back at Perry, unconvinced by his assurances and almost amazed at his obliviousness.

CARLISLE: “No, I’m not one to walk away from a challenge, but I have tag titles to defend, and I don’t have a tag partner.”

WALLACE: ”Don’t you worry one bit, I can talk to Bryan and this will all be okay.”

Wallace pauses for a short moment before looking to Liam standing not too far away.

WALLACE: ”And if Bryan feels as you say he does, you could always bring this big lug to the ring with you. Ain’t that right, Liam?”

Neither Liam nor Aidan answer, both electing to just stare back at Perry, unamused.

WALLACE: ”I’ll take that as a yes? No worries, I’m positive that it won’t even come to that. I fuck up all the time and Bryan knows this. I don’t know any better!”

CARLISLE: “You’ve fucked up beyond what some stupid jokes and fake apologies can fix this time.”

WALLACE: ”This isn’t a fake apology! I am legit right now. These eyes don’t lie.”

CARLISLE: “Every part of you lies. That’s all you’re capable of. There’s nothing legitimate or sincere about you.”

Without giving Wallace the time to speak any further, Aidan turns on her heel and starts down the hall. Liam pauses just long enough to shoot a glare Perry’s way before following after her, leaving Wallace and his security detail behind.

WALLACE: ”You didn’t even let me tell you who the challengers are! Goddamnit. Wait a second! You need to know that you’re up against Cyrus and Rorie!”

Wallace then shoots for the door, steps through the security detail, and out into the hall. With Aidan and Liam getting further and further away, he yells in desperation.

WALLACE: ”I’ll talk to Bryan and fix this! I promise! Wait a second!”

After standing there for a few moments watching them walk way, Wallace then turns to the office and steps through the security. With his hands on his hips, he then shakes his head before opening his mouth once more.

WALLACE: ”What the fu–”

Before he can finish his sentence, Wallace lunges over and vomits onto the floor. Dropping down to his hands and knees, he stares at the mess as a member of the security comes over to check on him.

MAIN EVENT
TOURNAMENT ROUND 2
BRYAN WILLIAMS VS. JAIR HOPKINS

VASSA: “It’s been a roller coaster of a night, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “It surely has with this second round of the tournament. Now we have out main event which will conclude the second round.”

VASSA: “I’m still shocked at what all we’ve learned tonight. Perry was in on Aidan’s kidnapping the whole time. How the hell does he slip up and say that here, with a fucking camera around every turn you take in this building.”

JOHNSON: “As we just saw, the cameras weren’t even supposed to be rolling and now Aidan and Bryan know of this news.”

VASSA: “I thought she was going to murder him just now. But instead, she has a challenger for the belts and supposedly Bryan is handing his in.”

JOHNSON: “That isn’t confirmed yet. Mr. Wallace said that he just needs to speak to his ‘son’ and he can make it all better.”

VASSA: “Well Bryan does have this main event spot and I haven’t heard anything about the match being cancelled so I would assume he hasn’t walked.”

JOHNSON: “I think after we see him come out for this match and that bell sounds, we can pretty much bank on him standing in Aidan’s corner with these apparent challengers that have stepped up.”

VASSA: “Who the hell are these challengers? How do we know Perry isn’t just saying that to keep things from escalating any further?”

JOHNSON: “We don’t, but I guess we’ll find out tomorrow when the next card is released.”

VASSA: “Tomorrow is looking like it’s going to be an exciting day, that’s for sure.”

JOHNSON: “Well lets get on to the action. I just received word that Bryan is in fact still in the building tonight and waiting to make his entrance for our main event.”

“Ever notice that you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn’t have fucked with?”

“That’s me.”

“Days of Revenge” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song.

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

“These are the days of revenge, so sweet.

Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

There’s a fear in the air that I have prayed for.

For my whole life.”

Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan continues to walk down to the ring as the song continues.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan” and one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”

Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting foe Hopkins.

VASSA: “No championship belt? I guess Aidan didn’t get back to him in time.”

JOHNSON: “It seems so. This isn’t a championship match so there belt isn’t really needed out here. I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear.”

VASSA: “He’s here so I’m going to assume that Perry spoke to him after spewing all over the place.”

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

“I’m a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?

Place all your money on the black and on the red, n—

This ain’t a gamble, it’s a promise, I’m a head splitter

Y’all been sleepin’ on me, now it’s time to shake the bed, n—“

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

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

“I am the last of a dying breed

Live by one code that some gon’ heed

Get rich or die tryin’ so I don’t sleep

So cold in these streets I’m Kelvin”

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

JOHNSON: “And there’s Jair! These two competitors bring a lot to the ring and this match is guaranteed to blow the roof off of the building.”

VASSA: “Hopkins has to be a little concerned with everything that has happened tonight. Bryan just found out his dad was behind his tag team partners kidnapping. I don’t even want to imagine what’s running through Bryan’s head right now.”

JOHNSON: “A win here for Bryan could delay this tag team title defense. I don’t see Mr. Wallace letting his ‘son’ be double booked.”

VASSA: “We’ll have to wait and see about that. First he has to get through Hopkins and this man has been on fire!”

JOHNSON: “Yes he has, both men have in fact.”

VASSA: “Well lets quit wasting everyone’s time and get right down to it.”

In the center of the ring, the official stands with both men in their corners. He looks to Bryan first who stares back with no emotion whatsoever on his face. With a slight nod, Bryan gives the official just enough to acknowledge he is ready. Turning his attention to Hopkins, the official points to him and awaits a signal. Hopkins points back with a look of determination on his face. With both men ready to get to it, the official throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Like a man possessed, Bryan shoots out of his corner with his sights locked on Hopkins. Reacting quickly, Hopkins guns right for him and the two lock up in the center of the ring. With Hopkins arms occupied, Bryan slams his knee into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. Bryan then grabs Hopkins by the head and pulls it down to his side, applying a side headlock. With Hopkins’ head wrapped up with one arm, Bryan then begins hammering down on the top of his skull with fierce punches. With a quick twist of his body, Bryan lifts Hopkins up from his feet and slams him down to his back on the canvas.

With Hopkins head still in his clutches, Bryan fires a few more punches, pounding on Hopkins’ head like a drum. Bryan then stands to his feet with one hand still on Hopkins’ head. Pulling Hopkins up to his feet, Bryan hits him with a hard right across the forehead and then locks onto his wrist, whipping him to the ropes across the ring. With Hopkins coming back on the rebound, Bryan takes him face first to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Hopkins’ head bounces up from the mat before he rolls over to his back. Popping up to his feet, Bryan runs to the ropes and comes back with speed, dropping a crushing elbow to Hopkins chest.

Once up again, Bryan pulls Hopkins to his feet and then whips him to the corner. As Hopkins crashes into it, his feet lift up from the mat and as the touch down, Bryan is right there with a running superkick to the stomach. Lifting Hopkins up, Bryan sits him on top of the corner and then climbs to the second rope. Leaving his mid-section open, Bryan receives a lightning fast punch to the stomach, knocking him off balance. Hopkins then leans back, pulling up both feet and then slams them forward into Bryan’s chest, sending him flying from the corner and crashing hard to the mat.

JOHNSON: “Bryan went down hard with that nasty fall!”

VASSA: “Hopkins is quick. If there’s one thing that Bryan needs to worry about, it’s Hopkins’ quickness.”

Bryan begins to push himself up as Hopkins stands and steps up to the top rope. Just as Bryan stands tall, Hopkins then leaps from the corner with massive amounts of air and crashes into Bryan with a diving crossbody. Falling backwards, Bryan smacks the mat, breaking Hopkins’ fall. Rolling off in an instant, Hopkins quickly pops back to his feet and begins stomping on Bryan’s chest. With Bryan on his back and helpless, Hopkins then jumps straight into the air and comes down with an elbow drop, driving the point of his elbow into Bryan’s chest.

Holding his chest from the pain subdued, Bryan rolls over to his side. Standing back up, Hopkins jumps into the air again but this time he comes down with a leg drop to the side of Bryan’s head. Rolling over to his stomach, Hopkins pushes himself up and then locks onto Bryan’s arm, pulling him to his feet. Hopkins then unloads with a backhand chop across Bryan’s chest, sending a flesh slapping echo piercing through the sounds from the crowd. Hopkins then grabs ahold of Bryan’s wrist and throws him to the ropes. As Bryan comes back on the rebound, Hopkins lifts him off his feet and then drops him back to the mat with a Samoan drop.

VASSA: “Hopkins may not be one of the bigger guys we have in 4CW but he knows how to throw down in that ring.”

JOHNSON: “With a few more moves like that Samoan drop, this thing could get out of hand quickly for Bryan.”

On his feet, Hopkins paces around the ring for a moment before turning his sights back to Bryan. Pulling him up from the mat, Hopkins slaps him across the chest with another backhand chop. Firing back, Bryan connects with a stiff right to the side of Hopkins’ head. Hopkins then lunges forward with a haymaker but Bryan ducks out of the way and positions himself beside Hopkins. Lifting Hopkins into the air, Bryan then drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Not letting go of Hopkins, Bryan keeps him on his knee nearly bent in half and then slams his elbow down into Hopkins’ stomach before rolling him off.

Still on one knee, Bryan brushes the hair from his face before standing tall. He then reaches down and locks onto Hopkins’ arm, jerking him up from the mat. Gripping tightly onto Hopkins wrist, Bryan then pulls him in and drives his shoulder into his. Not letting go of Hopkins’ Bryan then goes to throw Hopkins to the ropes but Hopkins reverses and sends him rushing towards them instead. Just as Bryan collides with the corner, Hopkins races in and leaps into the air, hitting him with a body splash. After coming down on his feet, Hopkins steps out of the way and Bryan stumbles forward, off balance but still on his feet.

Hopkins then runs up behind him and locks onto his arm, thrusting him forward and sending him to the opposite corner. Hitting the corner hard, Bryan holds his arms out and drapes them over the top ropes. Hopkins then takes off towards him and as he closes him, he leaps into the air and plants both feet into Bryan’s stomach while locking onto his head with both hands. Hopkins then delivers two stinging punches to the forehead before rolling backwards, pulling Bryan away from the corner and sending him flying across the ring with a monkey flip.

VASSA: “Jesus! Did you see how high Hopkins shot him into the air?!”

JOHNSON: “That would be called a monkey flip, Vinny.”

VASSA: “I know what it’s called damnit!”

With Bryan on his back in the center of the ring, Hopkins quickly pops up and turns to the corner to his right. Racing over to it, He leaps into the air and lands on the top, looking over the crowd. Hopkins then looks behind him to make sure Bryan is still down.

VASSA: “Hopkins is looking to end this one quick.”

Hopkins then does a backflip and comes down for his double foot stomp.

JOHNSON: “OMFG!”

VASSA: “NNOOO!!!”

Rolling out of the way, Bryan escapes the impact as Hopkins lands on the canvas. Bryan then sweeps Hopkins’ legs out from under him, knocking him down to his back. Before Hopkins even knows what hit him, Bryan quickly pops up and begins stomping on Hopkins’ legs relentlessly. He then kicks Hopkins in the side of the head, rolling him over to his stomach. he then steps one foot over Hopkins and stands over him. Reaching down, Bryan wraps his arms around Hopkins’ wait and then deadlifts him up from the canvas and slams him onto his head with a German suplex.

Not letting up, Bryan goes back on the assault with kicks and stomps to Hopkins’ body. He then pulls Hopkins to his feet. Taking a few steps back, Bryan then delivers a superkick to Hopkins’ stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. Bryan then delivers a kick to Hopkins’ knee, forcing his leg to give out, dropping him to both knees. With Hopkins’ on both knees helpless, Bryan then takes a few steps back before shuffling forward and hitting him with another superkick, this time to the face, sending him to his back.

VASSA: “It’s a goddamn superkick party!”

JOHNSON: “Bryan has turned it around after escaping that OMFG! attempt from Hopkins.”

VASSA: “That was a near miss. If Hopkins would have landed that, this thing would be over.”

Bryan then walks around the ring as the crowd roars. Looking out into the fans, Bryan locks his eyes on a sign.

WALLACE

CLAN

With no emotion on his face, Bryan stares at the sign. Dropping his head, the stands still, ignoring Hopkins on the other side of the ring laid out. Bryan then climbs through the ropes and exits the ring.

VASSA: “What the hell is he doing?”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know, Vinny.”

The official looks on for a moment as Bryan walks away from the ring. He then begins the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

VASSA: “Where is he going?”

“Three!”

Hopkins then stands to his feet as the official continues counting.

“Four!”

JOHNSON: “Is he? Wait… is he climbing over the barricade?”

“Five!”

Climbing over the barricade, Bryan makes his way through the fans, leaving the ring behind him. “Six!” Walking to the edge of the ring, Hopkins leans over the ropes, watching as Bryan gets further and further into the mixture of fans.

“Seven!”

VASSA: “Aidan said he was done, but this can’t be it.”

“Eight!”

Not looking back, Bryan continues to walk through the crowd and towards the back.

JOHNSON: “He’s walking out on the match!”

VASSA: “His dad did this! Perry fucked and is driving his son away.”

“Nine!”

With a look of confusion on his face, Hopkins looks remains focused on Bryan as he finally disappears into the crowd.

“Ten!”

VASSA: “That’s it! Bryan has left and Hopkins will advance to the third round.”

JOHNSON: “We’ve seen a lot of things tonight.”

VASSA: “How is he going to leave with an opportunity like this on the line?”

JOHNSON: “After seeing what happened earlier, do you blame him?”

VASSA: “But this is a shot at the 4CW Championship!”

The official then calls for the bell.

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

Stepping in beside Hopkins, the official then raises his arm into the air as “Fate” hits the speakers.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by way of count out, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

Hopkins then rips his arm away from the official and begins to pace back and forth in the ring, unhappy with the outcome.

VASSA: “This match took an unexpected turn and Hopkins doesn’t look pleased at all.”

JOHNSON: “He came here tonight expecting a match. He didn’t want to win like this.”

VASSA: “Leave it to Perry to fuck everything up.”

JOHNSON: “I’m still in shock that Bryan just left it all behind here tonight and walked out when he had Hopkins down on his back.”

VASSA: “Perry was in bad shape when we saw him last. I would love to see his face right about now.”

JOHNSON: “That’s it for the second round folks. We have four wrestlers advancing to the third round in two weeks. It’s been one crazy night but it must now come to an end.”

VASSA: “Unstable and Omerta are trying to kill each other. Perry reveals that he was involved with the kidnapping of Aidan. Then she tries to turn in the championships and we have a challenging team wanting to step up for their shot at the titles. And now this… tonight has been one crazy night.”

JOHNSON: “Hold up… Wait a second…”

VASSA: “What now? Is Perry on the top of the building about to jump?”

JOHNSON: “No but I’m getting word now that there’s another brawl about to take place in the parking lot!”

VASSA: “Well shit lets get the cameras back there before we run out of time!”

Outside in the parking lot, a brawl takes place. Erron Wilder and Cyrus Riddle are throwing down with Darryl Wallace, CJ O’Donnell, and Chris Madison.

VASSA: “Unstable and Omerta are at it again!”

JOHNSON: “This is getting out of hand!”

Cyrus clocks Darryl with a right only to open himself up to a striking elbow from Madison. Running towards Erron, CJ wraps him up and tackles him into the side of a car, setting off the car alarm. Erron then locks his arm around CJ’s head and begins slamming forearms across his back.

VASSA: “Good thing I decided to take a cab instead of getting a rental tonight.”

JOHNSON: “We have a brawl on our hands but unfortunately we’re out of time for tonight.”

VASSA: “What the fuck?! Out of time?!”

JOHNSON: “Indeed we are! Well be sure to provide footage of this fight following tonight’s event. But we can’t go on any longer due to scheduled programming.”

VASSA: “God damn it!”

JOHNSON: “We’ll see you in two weeks folks as we head to North Carolina for the next Adrenaline. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Va–“

Cutting Vinny off in mid-sentence, the picture goes black before the updated tournament bracket appears, closing the show.