ADRENALINE E40 (068)

BOJANGLES COLISEUM CHARLOTTE, NC
HANDICAP MATCH
RYAN KIDD VS. JET CITY

AMAZING
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BAGGED MILK
JOHNSON: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson!”
VASSA: “And I’m the reason you all tune in each and every week. I’m Vinny Vassa but you already knew that!”
JOHNSON: “Don’t get too full of yourself, Vinny.”
VASSA: “I never do. I’m just in the zone tonight and ready to get down to this exciting night we have in store for the folks sitting at home watching and for those standing here behind us live in attendance.”
JOHNSON: “We have a tight schedule to maintain so let’s jump into the key matches we have in store for you all. You want to start things off, Vinny?”
VASSA: “Don’t mind if I do! Over the last two shows, we’ve been holding a tournament as to who will face Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl for the 4CW Championship. After two very exciting rounds we now head into round three right here tonight in Charlotte, North Carolina!”
JOHNSON: “That’s right folks. Later tonight Drew Stevenson and Bronx Valescence will go head to head in what could very well be out sleeper match of the night.”
VASSA: “Sleeper? I don’t know about you Steve but no one is going to be sleeping through this match.”
JOHNSON: “That’s not how I meant that when I used the term sleeper. Pay attention, Vinny!”
VASSA: “I am paying attention and that’s just one of two round three matches we have in store. In our main event we will see Brian Hollywood and Jair Hopkins tear each other apart for that round four position.”
JOHNSON: “There’s a reason that this is out main event and a match between these two could be the highlight of any pay per view. It’s just that good!”
VASSA: “So we’re down to four people left in the tournament. Four people, two matches tonight and then one next week to determine who will face off with Dakota at South Beach Brawl. This was been a roller coaster of a tournament and with who is still in it, it’s only to get even more exciting.”
JOHNSON: “Not only do we have these two awesome tournament matches, we also have a Tag Team Championship match for our headline.”
VASSA: “If you tuned in two weeks ago, you all know that Bryan Williams will not be defending the championships tonight as he turned his back on 4CW and walked out after finding out that Perry was involved in the kidnapping of his partner, Aidan Carlisle.”
JOHNSON: “It was a very tragic thing to find out on live television and as a result, Mr. Wallace lost a ‘son’ and Aidan lost her partner. She’ll now be defending with Liam O’Shea against a team that recently formed and laid down a challenge two weeks ago.”
VASSA: “This is a deadly combination coming together tonight. Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele have joined forces, breaking away from the master-servant gig only to become partners in the ring here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “There is a lot of bad blood between these four individuals and only two can leave here tonight as the 4CW Tag Team Champions. It’s going to be one heck of a match.”
VASSA: “So that’s it folks. We have plenty more where that came from as well. Hell, we even have some Unstable versus Omerta in the lineup tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget our opening match with Jett Wilder and Jason Cashe in a standard rules match. I repeat, standard rules. The XTV Championship will not be on the line.”
VASSA: “That’s a good thing because I don’t want to see Jett die here tonight by the hands of Cashe.”
JOHNSON: “That’s just a brief preview of what we have on the card tonight. We’re going to go backstage for a brief moment and when we return here at ringside, we’ll kick the night off with our opening bout.”


It soon becomes evident why Hollywood is blocking the way as Jason Cashe is seen walking down the hallway with his 4CW XTV Championship around his waist. Hollywood sets his sights on Cashe immediately and Cashe soon sees Hollywood standing in between him and his way out into the arena. Cashe doesn’t appear to be too happy as he comes face to face, literally up close with Hollywood as the two just have a silent staredown for a few moments. This ominous faceoff between the two ring loudly to the crowd as they are on their feet in extreme anticipation on these two goliaths going toe to toe with a war possibly brewing on the horizon. Neither man budges, however, as they both hold their ground not showing intimidation towards the other. After a few more short moments, Hollywood slowly lets a smile cross his face before he finally breaks the ice.
HOLLYWOOD: ”Ah there he is in all of his glory! The 4CW XTV Champion, Jason Cashe, ladies and gentlemen! You’ve been busy as of late haven’t you, Jason? I must protest, though, I’m a little disappointed in the lack of response the Unstable have been giving me. Could it actually be possible that finally someone has them legit scared to proceed in getting involved with The Order’s affairs?”
CASHE: ”Well I mean when you have Jace who has fallen so deep off the edge without you by his side..Oh and there is the other two..I can’t quite remember their names. That says a lot if you ask me. The Order maybe needs to step up their game if they want to be noticed. Just BEING there and waving hello in these EVER so lovely meet and greets backstage..That doesn’t really scream the need for more attention than you’ve been given..”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Never one short of the obvious standings are we Jason? It may be evident that my stablemates who have joined my fight to restore 4CW to all of its former glory might be a questionable standing from all those outside of The Order. People have questioned my judgments before, but I have always been spot on and I have always been right with my beliefs on who to give or not give a nod of confidence in. Sure, Jace might have had some misgivings and misfortunes after I disappeared, but that doesn’t mean he’s no longer able to be viewed as someone who could no longer help against the fight with all those elements that are bringing 4CW to a level of corrupt and desolate state. I would be wary with Jace, though, Jason. It’s funny, we were just talking about you the other day. He had some interesting ideas brought to my attention. I’ve got to say, I’m impressed with his thinking, he’s definitely gotten much better with it since my return. Jace may have fallen on hard times, fuck, we ALL have! However, it’s clear he’s on top of his game with him by my side. That’s something that has been no secret. You can look to our tag team title reign for that. Now before you start lecturing me on bringing up past affairs, I want you to think about these circumstances and why Jace may be his best with me by his side. It’s all these elements that compliment my beliefs and my fortunes in 4CW.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”You mentioned you forgot the other two members of my cause. Just to refresh your naive memory, their names are Aamon and Tanya Black. I know, I know, why bother mention them when you’re just going to simply not bother with remembering who they are or not going to give two fucks that they are apart of The Order. See that’s another thing that separates me from everyone else, Jason. I know how to find that lump of coal and turn that lump of coal into DIAMONDS! We can at least agree that I have always been a formidable foe. You and I compliment each other, yet we stand at a crossroads, stand on opposite sides of the tracks, but our level of thinking has never been that much different. However, ask yourself this question…how is it that two giant, marquee names are standing in opposition of each other?
Why is it that The Order has picked up traction throughout all of 4CW even though we haven’t executed our first order of business yet? How is it that Tanya Black, Jace Savage and Aamon are so deeply involved with change in 4CW when they haven’t had much of an impact on this business? We all have an impact in our own way and it’s simple logic that when you align yourself with the right people, you can be given a jetpack and shot to the moon. That’s what I believe with Tanya, Jace and Aamon. Then there’s you, Jason. You are one of the most established wrestlers in this business, yet you waste your time with the Unstable. Those people you defend, what have they done? It seems to me that lately, you’ve had a hard time just keeping people under your guard. Why do you think that is Jason?”
CASHE: ”Good Damn Man!! Don’t you have a match tonight? You’re gonna work yourself out. BREATH my dude! Heh!”
CASHE: ”No but for real. A lot of what you said makes sense. I agree that we are very much the same mindset. You have been known to be a ruthless cunt and I have been known to just not hide it as much. These are the breaks. The realities of the sides of the world we come from and they ARE much different. My issue isn’t with giving you attention, anytime you want it..But your crew? In a game of chess you need pieces and the pieces on your board are all Pawns at best. I guess that makes you Transgender being both King and Queen of The Order.”
CASHE: ”Now, now! I have a match…You have a Main Event tonight. I also have a decision to make and I plan on making it here tonight. So let me tell you..While I can’t predict the future, I can say that we’ve been on the same side of the tracks. We’ve fought together, worked together before in some fashion. To me, you’ve been a Tag Star until that small piece of spotlight you had in HOW. This isn’t HOW. Here like back in APW…I am the “it” in this “bITch” and until I’m gone…It will remain that way.”
CASHE:”Good luck though..”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Did I say you could leave yet?! I must say, I’m impressed, Jason. If there is something that is extremely hard for people to do, it’s impressing me. I guess that’s why I’ve always respected you and why I have always not just understood your mindset and logic, but understand your philosophy. However, my business outside of 4CW has been just that. With my attention in 4CW, there’s a much different approach and that’s just because I have always had a certain approach and view of what I see. 4CW has always been kind to me, indeed, but that doesn’t change the fact that there NEEDS to be fucking changes around here!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”You mention chess pieces. I find that fascinating. Why? It’s because I see the world just the same as you do, Jason. You know me to be a Strategic Opportunist and it’s all about the moves you make and the pieces you set. Now let me get to the point, Jason. I know you have a big decision to make tonight and while I can’t make up your own mind, I want you to keep one thing very important on the forefront of your mind. Sooner or later, our paths are going to come at an impasse. Whether you like it or not, I do have a few different ways I can impact your decision tonight. I mean, aren’t you interested and curious to find out just which one of us would win against the other?
It doesn’t matter what kind of a war is brewed between the two of us. It doesn’t matter if we set fires onto the world of 4CW or who our pawns are in our little game of who the better man could be. I KNOW you have at least THOUGHT about what would happen when you and I do battle against the other. Even if it’s for the slightest, split second, you HAVE thought about it! I have that intrigue about me. That is what has made me so successful, so unpredictable, so fucking EXCITING to watch because NO ONE knows just what I am going to do next. That is what makes me so unique, Jason.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Like it or not Jason, when I want to stick my hand in the cookie jar, I ALWAYS pull out the cookie I want. Like it or not, I’ve ALWAYS found a way to get what I want and the results I want. Just for your information, don’t think I haven’t thought about what I’m going to do to help you impact your decision to stay here in 4CW. Just when you think I may be all out of moves, I introduce a whole new game with unlimited moves and possibilities. I want you to think about something when you go out there for your match tonight, Jason. I want you to think REAL HARD on your decision to resign because if you don’t, heh, let’s just say I have “ways” to help reconsider your decision. I will say, once you do reconsider, it will put everything in perspective for you. Do you understand what I’m saying, Jason?”
CASHE: ”I–”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Ah, Ah, Ah, Jason. Breathe man, BREATHE! Remember, this interaction ends when I want it to end! So as you go out there for your match against Jett Wilder and begin to ponder the rest of the night, just remember that I am a man capable of a lot of things and making a lot of things happen. I have a feeling, though……later tonight, you’re going to get A LOT of time to yourself to think about your decision moving forward. Let’s just say that you won’t have to worry about anyone disrupting your thought process. In fact, you’ll be so “isolated” that you won’t have anything else but TIME to think about your decision. I mean, there sure is going to be a lot of “iron thinking” for you to come to your decision! Just remember that, Jason. Heh, well, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time. I want you to remember what has transpired between us here tonight. I don’t want you to forget these reservations because I have a feeling that not only I will, but the entire realm of 4CW is going to get what everyone has been wanting. Stay classy, Jason!”

JASON CASHE VS. JETT WILDER
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the XTV Champion, “The Troubled One”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
JOHNSON: “Rumor has it this could be the last Match we see from Jason Cashe.”
VASSA: “Rumor Mills are run by Trannies and Retards. These are lies, he’d never let someone else call his matches. We’re homies!”
CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH Last Time?”
VASSA: “If this is his last match, it might be the worst one sided match in 4CW History!”
JOHNSON: “Ughhh..”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
JOHNSON: “Jett looks ready for this! After all the two have said through Twitter and in the week or so leading to now, he looks ready to step up to this Challenge.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Jett was on his toes, sliding around like he has been through “float like a butterfly” training. Cashe smiling indulges him and moves in the circle that wrestler often start with. Jett jumps forward and locks up with Cashe but the XTV Champion launches Jett back, breaking the grapple with a shove.
VASSA: “Cashe is showing Jett his power early and it’s not often Jason Cashe gets to hold strength over someone!”
JOHNSON: “It’s not often Jett Wilder isn’t the smallest guy in the ring so he should be use to handling stronger people.”
Moving in on him, Cashe grabs Jett where his neck meets his shoulder. Jett pops up, brushing the grab off and cracking Cashe with a wide right. Catching Cashe by surprise, it added to the effect as Cashe stumbles back. Jett cocks back again and throws another big right, coming up on his toes to add to his leverage and Cashe eats it and drops to one knee. The fans both surprised and excited applaud and cheer.
He starts to race across the ring but pushes down off his planted foot, snaps back and blasts Cashe with a third big right hand. The XTV Champion wobbles at the head like a flicked bobble head before dropping to the canvas and the live audience goes bananas! Jett Wilder begins to celebrate, throwing his hands up before going into a shadow boxing shuffle.
VASSA: “Jett with a three punch TKO! Holy Shit! GET UP CASHE!”
JOHNSON: “The veteran Champion shows his intelligence in the ring.”
VASSA: “You might be the only person to ever call him intelligent….EVER…”
JOHNSON: “In the ring you have an instinct and it comes 99% of the time by experience and level of competition you gained that experience from. Jason Cashe is an experienced competitor. So inside the ring he might SEEM like he’s wild but he has a strategy. All the good ones do..”
“Six! … Seven!”
Jett on his hands and knees, reaches up for the apron skirt and uses it to pull himself up as the referee gets to eight and he pulls himself up onto the apron. Cashe shoves the referee out of his lane of attack and reaches at Jett for a grapple. Jett hanging on the ropes, drops to his side as his left leg snaps up and snaps Cashe to the center of his face. He stumbles back, grabs his face as Jett stands up, Springs up onto the top rope and rockets into the ring, landing his legs tight around Cashe’s neck and pulling him over with a Hurricanrana! Cashe flips upside down, his legs up against the corner turnbuckles.
JOHNSON: “Hurricanrana! Jett Wilder using his speed and flyer miles to take it to the XTV Champion!!”
Keeping the pace, Wilder moves in on Cashe as he almost hangs in the corner. Swiftly he whips out a kick and catches Cashe to the ribs. Another one, a third kick and a fourth. Cashe was leaned over the ropes to his left. Wilder switches stance and whips a left kick but Cashe catches it at his side, Wilder hops on his right leg as his eyes go big with surprise. Pulling Jett in by the leg, Cashe hooks into Jett with a quick grapple before suplexing him back with a TBone into the corner. Jett’s body lands folded sideways. Both men lay on the canvas as the crowd gives a round of cheers for the hot action.
VASSA: “Jett flopped like a chicken thrown at a wall and landed like spit on a sidewalk.”
JOHNSON: “Hahaha wh..whaat?!”
VASSA: “You heard me. It’s a thinker..”
Pounding down into Jett’s upper back with a clubbing blow but Jett wasn’t playing victim. He pops up, shoving Cashe back and popping “The Troubled One” in the jaw with a forearm as stands surprised by the counter. Another forearm to the face and Cashe falls back into the ropes but shoots off them and grabs Jett with both hands around the neck. Cashe goes to turn and toss Jett into the ropes with a Choke Toss but Jett keeps himself grounded and slides under Cashe’s grapple, getting his hand behind Cashe’s neck and running the XTV Champion through the middle ropes onto the ring apron.
Cashe pulls up onto his feet on the outside of the ropes. Before he can react, Jett Wilder dives at Cashe’s stomach with a Shoulder. Bent over holding onto the ropes to keep himself from falling, Cashe has his butt sticking out away from the ring. Jett stands at the ropes inside the ring, holds the top ropes tightly and pulls himself into a high jump. He flips over the ropes, way out over Cashe, grabbing him as he flips forward and slams Cashe to the outside floors with a Sunset Flip Bomb. The fans erupt with the usual chants of being entertained.
“HOLY SHIT”
“HOLY SHIT”
As both men lay crashed down into the ringside floors, the referee begins the Ten Count.
JOHNSON: “Jett Wilder is staking a claim here tonight! Chris Madison better be watching because this is a Wrestling Match!”
VASSA: “Dare you say Pure Wrestling?”
VASSA: “Jett could get a count out victory in what might be Jason Cashe’s last match in 4CW! NOOOOO!!!”
Spinning, Wilder pops Cashe with a Wheel Kick and it puts the XTV Champion on his back. Jett lays across him and goes for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “If Cashe didn’t already have teeth missing, that might have knocked a few loose! What a connection by Jett Wilder!”
VASSA: “MARK OF JASON!!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
Snapping a glance to the referee, Jett Wilder can’t believe he didn’t get the pin. Out of the corner of his eye, Jett sees the angle Cashe is positioned from the turnbuckles. Getting to his feet, Jett dives through the ropes to the ring apron and climbs from the outside up the turnbuckles.
JOHNSON: “I think he’s looking for his “Sway Splash”! This could be it for the XTV Champion…”
VASSA: “Come on Jason! He’s up top!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: “ALRIGHT!!”
JOHNSON: “That might have been the best Elbow Cashe has ever thrown! Knocked Jett cold out..”
Pushing off of Jett with his hand pressed down into his face, Cashe gets off Jett Wilder. Jett is cut on the outside of his eye socket where that last Elbow had connected. Cashe fingers the blood as he sits on his knees next to Jett. Using the blood like finger paint, Cashe writes “Failed” across Jett’s forehead. Mike Powers makes the official announcement.
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin fall… JAAAASSSON CAAAASSSHE!!!”
JOHNSON: “I think he’s saying his goodbyes…”
VASSA: “He’s still shaken up from the match, he’s just catching a breath.”
VASSA: “He’s Staying!! Oh this is awesome! TOLD YOU!!!”

AUSTIN: “Well, well, well… If it isn’t Frankie Morrison.”
MORRISON: “John, if you’d excuse me… I don’t really have time for this right now.”
AUSTIN: “Oh I think you do Frankie, I think you do. See, I want a shot against Chris Madison! He has MY Pride title. I want a shot at him and I WANT IT NOW!”
MORRISON: “This isn’t the way to get a title shot John. All you’re going to do is piss Chris off. Trust me, the last thing you want is for a pissed off Chris Madison hunting you down. It’s hazardous for your career!”
MORRISON: “Contractually you are owed a shot at the Pride Championship. But so are a lot of people. Perry Wallace has consistently ignored these clauses in championship matches and now we have a huge mess on our hands. Chris is weighing his options and as soon as he decides who gets first crack, we’ll let that unlucky individual know.”
AUSTIN: “You are damned right I am owed a shot Frankie. I will be awaiting with intent on your boy’s answer.”
O’CONNOR: “Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t John Austin and Frankie Morrison. Now I couldn’t help overhearing this little argument but I guess none of you paid attention to the last Adrenaline. You see John, beating up and threatening this guy is just a waste of bloody time. If anybody is getting that shot is bloody me, I’ve already talked to Perry about it, you’re not the only one who had a rematch clause for a Pride title shot they I never had the chance to cash in on but I am now and I’m making that pretty damn clear.”
MORRISON: “Seamus you were heard loud and clear. What you guys need to realize is that Perry’s negligence has created this clusterfuck. You both should have had those rematches already. Chris is mulling over both options and will have an answer at the next Adrenaline. The fact that Chris hasn’t gotten to lock up with you yet Seamus, may just be a blessing in disguise. He’s always looking for a great fight, someone who can push him to his limits. Unfortunately John, he conquered you already while you held the belt.”
AUSTIN: “See I think what you both fail to realize is that I beat this moron for the title, he has NO say in this and matter of fact, why are you even here? Last time I seen you Seamus was when I left your ass laying in the center of the ring.”
AUSTIN: ”Yeah Chris beat me but out of all the individuals he has left laying, I was the one who posed a serious threat to him. You guys seen what I did to Erron Wilder upclose and personal, admit it Frankie …I am the only one who poses a serious threat to his title … unlike this dumb Irish bastard here.”
O’CONNOR: “Why am I here John? simple, the fact is sure you may have been the one who took the title from me, can’t deny it and won’t but the reason why I am here is I just like you fella, have a uncashed in rematch clause. The same reason why you stand here fella. You go ahead and believe that I hold no threat to Chris or winning the damn title back in whatever the bloody match becomes. Just remember this, when I first came into the ranks of 4CW, nobody thought I last, and guess what? A year later I’m still here and most of the ones who thought I wouldn’t are no longer here, you see the point I’m making?”
MORRISON: “The two of you bickering back and forth isn’t going to clean this mess up. You both got matches to focus on tonight. I’ll tell you right now, Chris and I will be watching closely… So don’t disappoint.”

OTTO CORBAN VS. SCOTTY ADDAMS
JOHNSON: “The 4CW fans are in for a treat with this next match.”
VASSA: “Face it Steve, from top to bottom, our shows are always stacked! No where better to see top notch action.”
JOHNSON: “Very true Vinny. Up next we’ve got two of the fresher faces in 4CW. It’s going to be Otto Corban versus Scotty Addams!”
VASSA: “Both have been impressive thus far.”
JOHNSON: “And with the ever-changing landscape in 4CW, each and every win is vital to solidifying your position in the pecking order.”
VASSA: “Especially with a championship like the XTV title in play. You know Perry is always looking for new challengers with the title being defended every other show. You never know who’s getting that next phone call.”
JOHNSON: “All the more reason to remain impressive show after show.”
VASSA: “Well let’s get these guys out here so they can try to send a clear cut message to Perry Wallace!”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: “The fans aren’t shy when it comes to their opinion of Scotty Addams.”
VASSA: “It’s not a popularity contest Steve. The kid can throw down! He may still have that new guy smell to him, but trust me, the 4CW faithful are going to get to know him very well.”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
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!!!”
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 pernsickedy 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!!”
VASSA: “This guy is one strange bird…”
JOHNSON: “But he’s been effective with only one loss to his name.”
VASSA: “That could just change here tonight if he overlooks Scotty Addams…”
The opening rings signaling the beginning of the match. Scotty Addams and Otto Corban come out of their respective corners and meet in the center of the ring. The two each reach out for a collar and elbow tie up but Otto Corban counters by quickly latching onto an arm, twisting it into a hammerlock. Otto wrenches Scotty’s arm up as he stands behind him. He releases the hammerlock and smoothly transitions into a standing side headlock. Addams backs Corban back to the ropes and then pushes him off, sending him across the ring. Corban rebounds and drives his shoulder into Addams’ chest, knocking him down to the canvass. Corban looks down at Addams and runs towards the ropes. As he rebounds, Addams rolls under him. Corban continues running and bounces back towards Scotty Addams who leapfrogs his opponent. Corban rebounds one more time, this time running into a spinning heel kick! Corban drops to the mat and rolls away from Addams, sitting upwards with his back against the ropes as Addams gets to his feet in a fighting stance.
JOHNSON: “Corban never saw that spinning heel kick coming!”
VASSA: “I tried telling you. Scotty Addams is quick. He’s agile. He’ll catch you completely off guard with his speed. Otto Corban is going to have to use his size advantage and grind this match out. It won’t be pretty but it will be effective.”
JOHNSON: “A high speed contest will definitely favor Scotty Addams.”
JOHNSON: “An impressive start for Scotty Addams. He’s got Otto Corban reeling.”
VASSA: “And he knows it! No need to let Otto collect himself on the outside of the ring. Roll him back in and keep up the onslaught!”
ONE
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Addams effortlessly kicks out before the count the three.
JOHNSON: “And just like that Otto Corban is in control of this match.”
VASSA: “A human’s neck isn’t constructed to take that type of impact.”
JOHNSON: “Definitely not. But somehow Scotty Addams withstands it.”
ONE
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TWO
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Addams shoots his shoulder off of the canvass to break the officials count.
VASSA: “Exactly what Corban needs to do. Keep Scotty Addams on the ground.”
JOHNSON: “And the frequent pin attempts is a smart move too. Make your opponent exhaust some energy kicking out…”
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Corban releases the submission and escapes the lackluster roll up.
JOHNSON: “Corban had no choice but to break the hold.”
VASSA: “Well he had a choice but it would have cost him the match.”
ONE
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Corban pushes Addams off of him, stopping the referee’s count.
VASSA: “That was close Steve. Otto Corban survives in this match.”
JOHNSON: “Both competitors have an opportunity to turn things around right now. We’ll see who can take advantage of this stand still put this match away.”
ONE
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THR–
Corban kicks out at the last second.
JOHNSON: “Corban kicks out of the Death by Surprise!”
VASSA: “Questionable… That may have been a three count!”
JOHNSON: “He’s got a fight on his hands.”
ONE
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “Scotty Addams pulls it off! What a win!”
JOHNSON: “Impressive would be putting it mildly!”
VASSA: “This kid is going to be someone to keep an eye on down the road!”
POWERS: “Here is your winner, SCOTTY AADDDDAAMMSS!!!”

RIDDLE: “So… you ready for this?”
STEELE: “Cyrus, I’ve been ready since I came to 4CW. How about you? You feeling good?”
RIDDLE: “Yeah, I’m good. Big night, a lot of implications behind this match. Listen, before we go out there, I need to thank you for this. Thank you for going into this match and being just as hungry as I am.”
STEELE: ”Aww sugar… I’m not 100% doing this for you. I’ve wanted to take things away from Aidan since I came here. But… You’re welcome. Honestly, I wouldn’t have this chance if you hadn’t suggested it.”
RIDDLE: “Well, you’re worth it, and I know you can carry your weight. I’ve seen your in-ring work since BCW, and I’ve always been impressed. I don’t want to be too fuckin’ sentimental about this, but it’ll be thirty reigns once we take these belts tonight. That’s a huge deal to me, and like it or not, you’re sharing that.”
STEELE: “I will say this… and the only time I’ll ever say it. I’m happy to be sharing that with you.”
STEELE: “But also you’re a cunt.”
RIDDLE: “I’ll accept that… and in return, you’re the cleanest, finest slag I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.”
STEELE: “Why thank you, Mr. Riddle.”
RIDDLE: “You’re very welcome, Miss Steele. Now, the time is near… I can already smell the victory in the air. Tonight, we celebrate, and I don’t care what we have to do to destroy Aidan and her orange haired, pale, twat of a boyfriend. The night belongs to us, and we are too fuckin’ good to settle for less.”
STEELE: “Mmm. I agree to no end. We will destroy them. I can’t wait to laugh in that cunts face.”
RIDDLE: “All I ask is that you make the most of it. You’ll get your chance to take it all tonight, and after that, this place is ours. You cement your place in this company and I finally add the icing to the cake of my career accomplishments.”
STEELE: “Alright… Sappy McFuckface. Get your head out of the clouds now, huh? I’m helping you bring your career full circle. You’re stoked. I get it. Now man the fuck up, get into Riddle-mode, and let’s demolish these fuckers, hm?”
RIDDLE: “You fail to realize that I’ve been ready for this night since the challenge was made. My sentimentality right now is for you and you only. Once I walk out there, everyone knows what the fuck is going to go down. I turn alpha bitches to beta slags, and I burn down the redwood tree that stands with her. Blood, sweat, and pain. If I don’t walk out with a tag title tonight, you make sure the body bag is delivered to put me in, yeah?”
STEELE: “Now that’s what I was fucking looking for, sugar.”
RIDDLE: “You never have to look far, because it’s always there. Sometimes it’s just fun to have people think it’s not, because then they suffer more.”
STEELE: “I know it’s always there. I just like to hear you say it.”
RIDDLE: “I’ll do you one better, I’ll show you in a bit.”



KAT JONES VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR
JOHNSON: ”We’re getting ready to return to the action inside the ring and what an entertaining night it’s been so far!”
VASSA: ”No doubters there, Johnson. We’ve seen some exciting match ups and we have yet to get to our two tournament matches later on in the night!”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“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!!!”
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.
JOHNSON: ”And here comes Kat Jones! She’s been impressive as of late and she’ll look to be carrying that momentum on as she gets ready to square off against the exceptionally dynamic brawler, Seamus O’Connor!”
VASSA: ”Yea Kat has been interesting to watch lately. With everything else happening right now, we can’t forget what’s been happening with Kat Jones as of late. She’s been silently putting together an impressive resume and then of course, there was that interesting exchange between her and Scotty Adams.”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: ”This match is going to be intense! Kat is in for a fight tonight and Seamus brings the fight every night!”
VASSA: ”Oh no doubt this match is going to be a tough one for Kat, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she pulled off the victory here tonight. Seamus is a tough competitor, but if Kat plays her cards right, she can pull off this win here tonight.”
As the match begins, Kat immediately goes in on Seamus as she lands a spot on bitchslap which is heard throughout the entire arena as Kat just unleashes on Seamus and lands chop after chop into the chest of Seamus. Kat continues her surge by grappling Seamus and launching him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Seamus gets back to his feet and inches himself in the corner of the turnbuckle as Kat does a handspring towards Seamus and strikes him with an elbow as Seamus falls to the mat. Kat goes for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”The energy, the intensity, it’s ELECTRIFYING here in Charlotte, North Carolina!”
VASSA: ”I sure as hell can feel it! Kat’s getting this crowd pumped up and on their feet in the early goings of this match!”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”There’s the surge of aggression we all were expecting from Seamus. We have a fight on our hands ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: ”Seamus is a machine, pure and simple, Johnny. What happens when you fight a machine? You’re going to have a hard time shutting it down.”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Seamus continues to punish Kat with a flurry of offense.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know how much of that abuse Kat can take. She’s keeping herself in this and that has got to give you a strong case of how strong Kat can be.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a move by Kat! You’ve got to give her credit, she’s pretty strong for a competitor and she’s giving no exception against Seamus here tonight!”
VASSA: ”That may be true, but she’s got a long way to go if she wants to topple Seamus here tonight. It’s no argument that she’s tough, but just how tough will she finish here against Seamus?”
ONE
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Holy shit, Kat almost had Seamus right there! What a very close pinfall attempt for Kat!”
VASSA: ”Kat has completely taken Seamus off his game and that is impressive! We’ve got a hot match up on our hands! HOT Damn!”
ONE
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”UNBELIEVABLE! What a kick out by Kat!! I thought that was it right there but Kat continues to prove her unwavering resilence!”
VASSA: ”She never says die! God damn it, did I put my money on the wrong person?! Either way, this is a close one!”
ONE
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a kick out by Seamus! I thought that could have been it right there!”
VASSA: ”Seamus kicked out on INSTICT on that move! That’s how quick things have been changing with this match.”
ONE
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”WHAT?! Holy hell Kat gets her shoulder up! What an amazing effort by Kat! That could have easily taken what she had left out of her!”
VASSA: ”Unbelievable! Seamus looks surprised but the will, the fight, may be too much for Seamus!”
ONE
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…..SEAMUS OOOOOOOOOOOO CONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOR!”
JOHNSON: ”And Seamus pulls off the victory here tonight in a very close match up!”
VASSA: ”That was one hell of a fight and a great effort from Kat, but Seamus is able to walk away with the win here tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”Took the words right out of my mouth Vinny! Great showing by Kat, but Seamus edges her just barely to grab the win and momentum as we inch closer to South Beach Brawl!”

SECURITY 1: “All clear outside Wallace’s office.”
SECURITY 2: “This is getting ridiculous.”
SECURITY 1: “Don’t let your guard down, apparently these Unstable monkeys are persistent, like herpes. Take no chances, besides we’re getting paid handsomely to just stand here.”
SECURITY 2: “Knock it off, I wanna hear what these peons are on about.”
SECURITY 2: “The hell-”
It’d be hard not to blame the security guards for being distracted though as she approaches, slowing as her sparkling green gaze meets theirs, they return to a somewhat professional stance. She shifts the bundle of documents from beneath her arm to right beneath her bust, not so much for effect as comfort.
SECURITY 1: “Do you have an appointment?”
WOMAN: “Wasn’t aware I needed one, was told to come here if I wanted to speak to Perry Wallace.”
SECURITY 2: “State your business.”
WOMAN: “My my my, aren’t we important. I come bearing a proposition from my employers, people I’m sure Mr Wallace will be wanting to do business with. However if I’m not permitted to pass I suppose I’ll have to take my business elsewhere…”
WALLACE: “Why are you keeping the lady waiting? Let her through, idiots.”
Perry Wallace lounges behind his desk, clearly satisfied with his level of safety and recent dominance of the group looking for his head and his pride- however he stands immediately as the woman enters, motioning for her to take a seat to which she accepts across from him, placing her stack of documents on the desk.
WALLACE: “Forgive those fools. What can I do for you Miss…”
WOMAN: “Miss Audrey James, I represent an up and coming television network who are looking for a flagship programme. My employers believe in your product and I assure you that you’ll be compensated handsomely.”
WALLACE: “Go on…”
JAMES: “I’d be honoured but I’ll have to request we do this a little more… privately. Perhaps later, should we reach an agreement then perhaps the news can be shared but until then…”
WALLACE: “Damn it! Get out of here!”

O’DONNELL: “Watch out!!”
O’DONNELL: “Cyrus … Funny I should bump into you here. Shouldn’t you be cracking the whip on your slave so she doesn’t drop the ball tonight.”
RIDDLE: “Sounded a bit jealous there, O’Donnell. Upset that my slave will do what you couldn’t? Must be a bitter pill to swallow, but that’s life, mate.”
O’DONNELL: “You wanna talk about a bitter pill to swallow. How about that fucking knife you put in my back. As a matter of fact, it is still there right now. Why don’t you grab it out…”
O’DONNELL: “I considered you a brother yet once Dakota came back you went running back to him. Seriously, Cyrus I expected better from you and the only reason we lost at Winter Wasteland is because you did not stay focused. We had the perfect strategy but your head was in the clouds because Ryker was on your mind. The whole world knows you love her. I am happy for you but let’s talk this shit out. Man to man.”
RIDDLE: “Okay, first of all, don’t be like everyone else and think that my personal life clouded my professional. I risked a lot in that match. You chose to punch Carlisle instead of break the pin, so we are both at fault. Now, onto the present. What is it you want to talk out exactly?”
O’DONNELL: “I thought you would have kicked out from that pathetic move but it is what it is. We can not change the past. We both made mistakes but still Omerta over Unstable. You couldn’t give me the respect to tell me like a man. No you had to attack us. Why? Because Perry told you that would be the smart thing to do. Bullshit Cyrus. You may be a veteran in the ring but you are trusting the wrong people. We are family and you do not turn your back on family so easily. The least you could have done is explained yourself.”
RIDDLE: “An explanation… okay. Truth, my plan from the beginning was simply to find out if you guys took Dakota. I joined, did what I had to do, and once he was back, my job was done. Granted, I had some good times, but Unstable just isn’t my style. I appreciate all you aspire for, mate, but let’s face it, the legacy of the flag you carry is tainted with shit. I don’t like the structure or purpose behind it, and that comes from battling with you so long in that cesspool gambling city.”
O’DONNELL: “That has nothing to do with that place. So what big fucking deal I pinned you twice. Did it bother you that fucking much? Now who is the one who is sounding jealous!”
RIDDLE: “No, no, not jealous. Just in disagreement over pertinent issues. Of course, I’m speaking of membership particularly.”
O’DONNELL: “This is not about Omerta or Unstable. This was about us. We had a plan yet it seemed at the drop of a hat you changed your mind why? What the fuck did I do to you?”
RIDDLE: “Honestly… you did nothing, and my problem isn’t with you, it’s with the representation you align yourself with. You and I, on a singular level, I have no problems with. I think sometimes you just get too caught up in Unstable to remember who CJ is. And if I have to stand opposed to you to get that out, I will. That’s the problem, people think I’m this greedy turncoat, when in fact, I’m a selfless person just wanting the best from others.”
O’DONNELL: “Fine then we settle this the only way I know how. The Archetype versus The Distinguished … Bayfront Park … Miami, Florida … April 27th … at South Beach Brawl. What do you say mate?”
RIDDLE: “You have yourself a deal. And once I get all of my affairs in order, I might just have an additional stipulation to sweeten the pot for you.”
O’DONNELL: “Fine by me. Good luck tonight Cyrus. Finish what we started and get that thirtieth title reign. I’ll be watching closely.”
RIDDLE: “Oh, I will, without a doubt. I don’t care if I have to kill two cunts tonight, I am taking those fucking titles. I just hope everyone else enjoys it as much as I am going to.”
O’DONNELL: “Do whatever you have to do just stay healthy for our match at South Beach Brawl because we are going to bring the fucking house down.”

JOHN AUSTIN VS. BRYAN LAUGHLIN
JOHNSON: ”This next match up we’ll see John Austin pitted against Bryan Laughlin. One could say Austin is in for a challenge especially given Bryan’s recent success.”
VASSA: ”Yea…let’s just be brutally honest here Johnny, Austin is going to need divine intervention if he wants to pull off what in my mind would be a thrilling upset.”
JOHNSON: ”That was a very enthusiastic response from you, Vinny. It’s like you already know the outcome of this match.”
VASSA: ”Well I did say I was going to be brutally honest, didn’t I? What more do you want from me Johnny?!”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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 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: ”Well you’ve got to give Austin credit, he comes down week in and week out with tons of energy.”
VASSA: ”Tons of energy, yes, but spends too much time putting that energy into his opponents. It’s like he adopted a philosophy all for the hopes of giving his opponents reasons to NOT lose to him!”
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!!!”
“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.
JOHNSON: ”And here comes the wonderment that is Bryan Laughlin!”
VASSA: ”It’s LAUGH LIN! Jesus Christ get it right! I don’t know why people think it should be pronounced any other way than that!”
The bell rings as Laughlin wastes no time in charging at Austin only for Austin to grab Laughlin and land an out of nowhere hammerlock body slam. The crowd are stunned by the out of the blue move as Laughlin gets back to his feet. Austin takes Laughlin back down with a deep headlock takeover. Following the takeover, Austin locks a strong headlock on Laughlin as he tries to cause Laughlin to fade.
JOHNSON: ”Austin has come out STRONG here tonight!”
VASSA: ”Were you just trying to make a joke referencing that offensive display from Austin? Because if you did, that was just….no. HOT Damn, no!”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Austin is looking impressive here tonight! Despite the interesting start with some power moves, Austin keeping things interesting and keeps Laughlin guessing in the early goings and that could work to Austin’s advantage.”
VASSA: ”So? This only hurts Austin in the long haul because of his insane start to start with overpowering Laughlin. I can’t fault Austin, however, as switching things up COULD work in his favor. I say COULD, don’t mistake that for WILL.”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Uh oh, Austin might be in trouble now! Laughlin landing punishing blows into Austin.”
VASSA: ”And you think this surprises me? Austin had his fifteen seconds of fame, now I expect Laughlin to just destroy him.”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”This is an interesting match and Laughlin seems to be responding to Austin’s every attempt. I can’t tell if he’s trying to mock Austin or not, but it can’t be denied that Laughlin has been able to turn the tides of this match in his favor.”
VASSA: ”This is, simply put, Bryan’s way of saying he can do what Austin can do and THEN SOME!”
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”What the hell does Austin think he’s doing?! Come on ref, how did you NOT see that?! This is just ridiculous!”
JOHNSON: ”In Austin’s defense, that was a pretty crafty move there. Austin isn’t afraid to do what needs to be done to win matches. If that means taking a few risks, then he will take a few risks!”
ONE
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”WOW! Austin almost had him right there! This is amazing! You can tell Austin wants this!”
VASSA: ”Want and Have are two different words, Johnny! Austin knows he’s going to have to execute a pretty devastating move if he wants to pull off the upset here tonight.”
ONE
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THR–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Laughlin isn’t taking any chances anymore in this match. He’s trying to end Austin off before Austin can find that momentum again.”
VASSA: ”That’s about the smartest thing you’ve said so far tonight.”
ONE
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Laughlin stays alive in this match! Austin ALMOST had him there!”
VASSA: ”For a second, I was legit worried he would have! These scary calls need to stop!”
ONE
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner…..BRYAN……LAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHLIN!!”
JOHNSON: ”And this one is in the books! What a great effort by Austin, but Laughlin caught him off guard with that GMA and it was just too much for Austin to react to.”
VASSA: ”That was too fucking close for comfort! This could have gone the other way in a heartbeat! That’s how tight this match seemed to be. While I give Austin credit, it was just obvious to me that Laughlin would pull off the win here tonight!”
JOHNSON: ”Yea I see what you mean there, Vinny. I’m sure if Austin could have pulled off that Nail in the Coffin, this match could have gone the other way! Despite all that, wonderful showing for both men!”

J. WILDER: “Mom have you spoken with Perry about my rematch with Chris yet? I should be next in line not those other losers like Seamus or John Austin. How many times have I beaten Austin now? I lost count. And that Seamus guy isn’t good at all, he only won the title by a fluke. I should face Chris, I am the one that pinned him. I am the rightful contender.”
C. WILDER: “Let me worry about your title match ok? You just keep that ice on your head, get that swelling down. I am going to make some calls ok? Just call me or Luiz if you need us.”
J. WILDER: “I am fine mom.”
DRAKE: “Well, well, well… if it isn’t Jett Wilder. You know, I’ve been in 4CW for a bit now, but I finally get to personally meet your acquaintance. I’d introduce myself, but you definitely know who I am. If you don’t mind…”
DRAKE: “Is it okay if I have a moment of your time?”
J. WILDER: “Y–ye——yes!.”
DRAKE: “Jett, I can’t help but to notice all of the injustices you’ve dealt with in this company since Winter Wasteland. You lost that Pride Championship in an unfair way, and I think your management team needs a serious shakeup. If you were my client, not only would you have won that match, you’d still have that championship. I just think it’s such a crime that you were cheated in the way that you were.”
J. WILDER: “Yeah, you seem nice. And I have gotten screwed a bit but…but…my mom is my management so not sure that’ll work.”
DRAKE: “I understand your parental allegiance, but what has she gotten you so far? A lost opportunity. I’m sure she’s great now, but what happens when she can no longer guarantee you what you’re looking for? Are you ready to be out of the title picture?”
J. WILDER: “I mean, I don’t know. She is my mom so I know I can trust her, but you seem like a really nice lady as well.”
DRAKE: “Well, I respect that. If you ever want to just talk about things, you know where to find me.”
J. WILDER: “Oh yes! I will totally come by and talk to you, you always sit and drink those fruit drinks while on your phone most shows…I mean yeah I will see you later.”
DRAKE: ”Yeah, I’ll definitely catch you around. See you later, stud.”

VASSA: “Enjoying the view I see!”
JOHNSON: “Is it that hard for you to show respect to any woman?”
VASSA: “I love all women! I’m just saying, he’s enjoying the nice view. I would too!”
JOHNSON: “We’re experiencing some technical difficulties folks.”
WALLACE: “What the hell is going on with my show?”
WALLACE: “Sorry Ms. James, this isn’t how things are normally run. Unfortunately we have a pest problem by the name of Unstable. I will have them taken care of quickly, and then we can make our announcement.”
JOHNSON: “Why does that man look familiar?”
WALLACE: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING AT MY SHOW!!!”
VASSA: “UH-OOHHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “This can’t be happening!”
VASSA: “AAHHH!!! Wallace is blinded!”
JOHNSON: “Meyhu hopped the barricade and is now in the ring with Amber Ryan!”
VASSA: “Wallace is in the ring by himself without a single member of his security detail in sight! All hell’s breaking loose!”
JOHNSON: “Get out of the ring Perry! It’s a set up!”
JOHNSON: “Perry is down! The outside members of Unstable have taken out the owner of 4CW!”
VASSA: “He should have kept his mouth shut. He brought this on himself.”
JOHNSON: “Unstable has brought the fight to his doorst–”
VASSA: “HERE COMES OMERTA!!!”
JOHNSON: “It’s CJ!”
VASSA: “Now Darryl is out here and Omertà is getting picked off one by one!”
JOHNSON: “Unstable is here in full force and have wiped out Wallace and Omertà!”
VASSA: “We have every member from Unstable out here and the odds are in their favor.”
JOHNSON: “Wait a second. Chris Madison isn’t out here.”
VASSA: “At this point it doesn’t matter. Omertà is down and Unstable has the advantage in numbers.”
VASSA: “This is complete and utter chaos!”
JOHNSON: “An elaborate trap has been perfectly sprung on Perry Wallace and Omertà”
JOHNSON: “We get the picture. It’s six against three. No matter how tough Omertà is, those are unfavorable numbers.”
VASSA: “I think they’re making a statement here tonight Steve.”
JOHNSON: “They’ve made their point! Enough is enough… Where the hell is security?”
VASSA: “Damn Steve, care to predict anything else for us here tonight? Maybe you can give me the numbers for tonight’s lottery drawing.”
JOHNSON: “Erron’s turned things around with those wild headbutts and now he has Cj and Darryl right where he wants them!”
VASSA: “Darryl’s face is completely red from that kick to the nuts!”
JOHNSON: “Well that’s three taken out of the equation.”
VASSA: “And now they’re moving to the other side of the ring.”
VASSA: “Holy shit he’s going to get fined for punching security like that!”
JOHNSON: “They’ll both have to answer for their actions. Chaos has spread throughout the entire ringside area. This is madness!”
VASSA: “The Butcher is back up!”
JOHNSON: “Security is everywhere! Cashe may have clocked one but I’m sure he will thank them for saving him from The Butchers cutting board.”
VASSA: “This has gotten out of control but I think the situation is being controlled somewhat.”
JOHNSON: “We still have a few bodies in the ring. Amber Ryan and Matt Meyhu are standing tall with Riddle and Perry still down on the mat.”
VASSA: “Jesus! More security is rolling out from the back!”
JOHNSON: “There isn’t anywhere for them to go. The ring is completely surrounded.”
VASSA: “They’re still in the ring with Cyrus and Perry so anything could happen.”
JOHNSON: “At this point what does it even matter. Unstable single handedly took out Perry and the members of Omertà.”
VASSA: ”I wouldn’t say that. Sure, Amber Ryan and Matt Meyhu made Wallace their bitch but Omertà fought them off and turned the momentum around before security decided to stick their noses in business that doesn’t pertain to them.”
JOHNSON: “It looks like this won’t be lasting much longer!”
VASSA: “GODDAMNIT!!! Don’t break it up!”
VASSA: “Well that’s it folks!”
JOHNSON: “After a huge brawl things have finally settled down as security has taken control.”
VASSA: “Wallace is going to be furious after this riot.”
JOHNSON: “After taking a mouthful of thumbtacks to the face, Perry is still down and out. Luckily for him, security has gained control of this brawl.”
VASSA: “He has a few bodies watching over him now that the chaos has ended. Maybe we can finally get on with the show?”
JOHNSON: “That does sound like a plan. Folks, we’re going to cut away momentarily while things get cleared up here at ringside. Sit tight and we’ll be right back.”
VASSA: “Boy oh boy Wallace is going to be pissed!”



VICTOR CASSIUS VS. CHRIS MADISON
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring accompanied by Desiree Drake and Charity Skye, weighing in at two hundred thirteen pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the “Essence of Excellence”, VICTOR CCAASSSSIIUUSS!!!”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle
HERE’S A WAR!!”
A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
VASSA: “We have another good one lined up for you folks!”
JOHNSON: “Indeed we do, Vinny. Victor Cassius is coming off a win against Erica Umbra two weeks ago in our pre-show. Tonight isn’t going to be an easy one for him as he’ll be facing off against the Pride Champion, Chris Madison.”
VASSA: “Madison is a machine. He comes to the ring tonight with a singles record of eleven wins and zero losses. If you add in his one tag match, he’s twelve and zero. He has been on fire since signing with 4CW over the summer of twenty-fifteen and hasn’t slowed down a bit.”
JOHNSON: “It has been a pleasure to watch him compete in 4CW.”
VASSA: “You know what is also a pleasure and a sight for sore eyes? Those two beautiful ladies at ringside.”
JOHNSON: “They are two delights to see down here at ringside but let’s try to stay on course here.”
VASSA: “I guess so… ugh.”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the sound of the bell echoes throughout the arena, both men push themselves away from their corners and slowly approach each other in the center of the ring. Standing face to face, the two stare into one another’s eyes momentarily before locking up in a test of strength. Quickly taking the lead, Cassius begins driving Madison backwards until his back rests against the ropes, stopping them both. Cassius then pulls his arm away and delivers a nasty forearm shot to the side of Madison’s head. He then wraps both hands around the back of Madison’s head and pulls it downward while lifting his knee up and driving it into his face.
Locking onto Madison’s wrist, Cassius then whips him to the ropes across the ring. As Madison rebounds off the ropes, Cassius quickly shuffles to the middle of the ring where he meets Madison head on with a superkick to the stomach. Lunging over from the impactful blow to the gut, Madison holds his mid-section as he gasps out of breath. Wrapping his arm around Madison’s head, Cassius then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him up and over, dropping him back first to the mat with a snap suplex.
JOHNSON: “Cassius is off to a fast start against the Pride Champion.”
VASSA: “If he can maintain this momentum I don’t see why he can’t be the first to deliver a loss to Madison here in 4CW.”
ONE
.
.
TW–
VASSA: “Only a two count!”
JOHNSON: “Cassius is having his way with Madison but if he’s going to put him away he’ll need to do a little more than that.”
VASSA: “It took everything Jett had to get a pin over Madison and that was after one fall had already happened in their match at Winter Wasteland.”
JOHNSON: “Out of nowhere Chris Madison has turned it around ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: “He sure did and Victor didn’t see it coming. He doesn’t even know what hit him!”
VASSA: “There’s the Chris Madison we’re all used to seeing each and every show. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again here tonight and probably two weeks from now, the man is a fucking machine!”
JOHNSON: “There’s a reason he’s undefeated in 4CW and he’s putting it on display for us right now.”
Cassius then grabs Madison’s wrist and goes to whip him to the rope but Madison reverses the throw and sends him racing towards them instead. As Cassius hits the ropes, Madison rushes to the center of the ring where he meets Cassius, plants both hands into his stomach and then lifts him up, shooting him into the air. After reaching his highest point, Cassius then begins his descent where Madison then jumps straight up and wraps his hands around the back of his head. As the two fall backwards, Madison on the bottom, Madison curls his knees up into his chest and as his back hits the mat to stop the fall, he pulls Cassius’ face straight down, driving his knees into it.
VASSA: “That’s all she wrote folks.”
JOHNSON: “Cassius is down and out after the Chaos Theory and Madison is going for the cover.”
VASSA: “Lights out baby!”
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin fall, he is the 4CW Pride Champion… CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

CASHE: ”Gettin Jiggy wit it
Na Na Na Na Na Nana Nana Na Na Na Na Nana Na
Gettin Jiggy wit it!
What? You wanna ball with the kid?”
CASHE: ”Watch yo step you might Fall
Tryin to do what I did!
Mama-Unh
Mama-Unh Ima Come Closer!
In the middle of the club
with the Rub-A-Dub Uhh!”
CASHE: ”Uhh…Sorry…Huh? Did you say something?”
DEVYNE: ”Sorry… Did I startle you? I just… saw you dancing and thought I’d stop it from continuing. It was… interesting, love.”
CASHE: ”My bad, didn’t mean to get in your way or anything. Here to see Riddle? He’s turning on someone, somewhere I’m sure..”
DEVYNE: ”No, actually. I came… to bring this back to you.”
CASHE: ”Oh yeah, my beanie…Thanks! I uhh, I made your shirt into a pillow. I’ll make sure you get it though. Pretty comfortable. Thanks again!”
DEVYNE: ”I honestly didn’t think you’d actually do that.”
DEVYNE: ”You can keep it, though, love. I don’t really need a pillow made of one of my shirts… You seem like you might need it a tad more, yeah?”
CASHE: ”I got plenty of pillows. I like having good pillows but it’s your shirt and you returned my beanie. My LUCKY beanie at that..”
CASHE: ”I guess I’ll slip it to Riddle somehow yeah?”
DEVYNE: ”Honestly. You really don’t need to. It wasn’t like it was lucky for me, anyway. Just keep it.”
DEVYNE: ”By the way… It’s lovely to… Finally ‘meet you in person’…”
CASHE: ”Yeah, yeah, no doubt! And check it..You don’t look like a bug..I dunno what these folk saying..Don’t see it..”
DEVYNE: ”I’ll kick your arse, love. Guaranteed.”
CASHE: ”Well we wouldn’t want that would we? Heh..Thanks again for the beanie. Maybe I’ll win the lotto or something huh? Haha! See ya Lady..”
DEVYNE: ”Wait…”
DEVYNE: ”I… I think I made a mistake… Sorry to have bothered you, love.”
CASHE: ”It’s ok, no reason so be sorry. Isn’t the first time someone thought I was Dakota…We blood after all..Take care alright?”
DEVYNE: ”I didn’t think you were Dakota… Who’s Dakota? Ohhh. Right. The one in Omerta. No. I didn’t mistake you for him. I’m referring to the last few weeks. I guess I took things the wrong way? It’s fine…”
CASHE: ”Ha! Who’s Dakota..Good one! I dunno what mistakes you’re making or what happened the last few weeks….Wait…Hold up!”
DEVYNE: ”What is it?”
CASHE: ”This is like Punk’d right? Except those punk ass Omerta bitches are gonna jump and and catch me all softened up talking to this PYT? That how this is Lady?”
DEVYNE: ”A ‘PYT’? What? I’m not… I’m not here for Omerta, Jason. I’m not part of their team.”
CASHE: ”Let these motherfuckers come…Come on…where ya’ll at?”
DEVYNE: ”Jason… Jason…? CASHE!”
DEVYNE: ”I’m not. Here. For Omerta.”
CASHE: ”Say Omerta again…That was kind of hot!”
DEVYNE: ”Omerta.”
DEVYNE: ”Why would you want me saying that word again, though. Aren’t they like the devil to you Unstable guys? Or was it just because you like my voice?”
CASHE: ”They softer than marshmellow, ain’t nobody worried about them dudes..No heh they mean as fuck but right now only thing I’m seeing and hearing is you. How yooouu doin!? Haha!”
DEVYNE: ”I’m doing fine, Jason. Anyways… I guess congratulations are in order for having awesome dance moves? I guess?”
CASHE: ”Ummm..Thanks? I was celebrating actually, I just signed a new contract. 4CW I guess isn’t getting rid of me anytime soon…”
DEVYNE: ”Really? Congratulations. I guess we’ll be working together… Kind of. I’ll be in Canada, but still.”
CASHE: ”Ugh…Canada?!”
DEVYNE: ”What’s wrong with Canada? I’ll be on Uprising…”
CASHE: ”Nothing, just cold and some WEIRDOS up there! Geez..Uprising cool though. Guess I’ll have to come up and…maybe see ya?”
DEVYNE: ”Really?”
CASHE: ”I mean yeah! Fuck yeah, if you’ll hang out..I mean as friends ya know? I wouldn’t want to step on Riddles toes..Ok yes I would haha! You think he’d be ok with it? Heh.”
DEVYNE: ”Honestly? What I do in my time isn’t really his business. I can be friends with whoever I wish. He’s my best friend… But he has to deal with my decisions if he doesn’t like them.”
CASHE: ”He ain’t shit..Anyways..I could stand here forever but I signed up for a kissing booth after the show. Wallace thought it’d be funny, moron..But let me not hold you up any longer.”
DEVYNE: ”You weren’t holding me up at all. But I guess I’ll let you go… if a kissing booth is that important to you.”
DEVYNE: ”Or… you could skip it and come out for drinks instead?”
CASHE: ”I really don’t need to be drinking anymore..Bad for my health..BUT you don’t have to get me drunk to hang out. Haha! Let me get my stuff, check with crew and yeah..”
DEVYNE: ”Sounds like a plan, love.”
CASHE: ”Mmm..Yuup! I’m all for it if you’ll keep talking! Go handle whatever you might need to handle and we’ll meet up..Uhhh by the bathrooms near the exit. Cool?”
DEVYNE: ”Yeah. Right. Cool.”
CASHE: ”She is hotter than a melted Klondike bar! Mmmmm..”

CJ O’DONNELL & DARRYL WALLACE
VS.
DAKOTA SMITH & ERRON WILDER
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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!!!”
“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!”
JOHNSON: “CJ O’Donnell, the one they call “The Distinguished”. The look on his face, he’s ready to bring the noise. He may not be the biggest in size but his presence is.”
VASSA: “They heard Omerta loud and clear! Their actions are going to speak louder than Omerta’s tonight.”
JOHNSON: “We shall see!”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: “A ‘focused’ look on Darryl’s face. He came strong against Seamus O’ Connor last show!”
VASSA: “Yeah he did, it’s been a tricky few weeks but it seems he’s gotten right. Good time for it cause he’s going to need to be on point going against Dakota Smith and Erron Wilder. Oh by the way, saw that the hashtag #DontSleepOnDarryl trended at number one last show.”
JOHNSON: “The awesome powers of social media, huh? Let’s see if he can trend again tonight!”
POWERS: “And the opponents!”
“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”, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “And you can hear everyone’s gasp here inside the Bojangles Coliseum. They know what time it is when he enters.”
VASSA: “Cannot fathom what is about to happen tonight in that ring in a few minutes.”
“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!!!”
JOHNSON: “One thing about Erron Wilder … you never know what he is thinking…”
VASSA: “I got a clue to what he’s thinking. Unstable. Busted skulls. Victory. Sounds close enough?”
JOHNSON: “Sounds deadly accurate.”
DING!!! DING!!!
CJ took immediate offense, catching Erron with a jumping elbow strike as he managed to get Erron back down on the canvas. Firing off more strikes, Erron soon blocked as he rolled over to to gain somewhat of an advantage as he got in his shots. Breaking out of the grasp, he got to his feet as he proceeded to stomp down on him. Erron pulls CJ up to his feet before setting him up in position for a suplex but CJ blocks it from happening, sending a stiff shot to the gut to break off. CJ followed up with yet another knee as he leaped up and drove in a dropkick to the chest of Erron Wilder, putting him down.
JOHNSON: “CJ, again, not the biggest in size but with his mouth and his actions that go along, his presence is enormous. Heart, can definitely surprise you with his power.”
VASSA: “That’s why he’s Unstable and that’s why they he and Wallace is going to pull out that victory here in a bit. Only a matter of time.”
JOHNSON: “The animosity between these two clubs. It’s truly going to be a bloodbath out here if things aren’t well officiated.”
VASSA: “Well-officiated? You think the referee is going to risk his life to keep these two teams from ripping each other’s heads off? The hatred is real. The animosity is beyond it’s boiling point. I want to see some goddamn heads ripped off clean in this match. All-out brawl!”
JOHNSON: “Darryl is finally in this match. Looking to keep Erron away from tagging Dakota.”
VASSA: “Erron taking a good smack right now.”
JOHNSON: “CJ and Darryl so far has kept the ball on their side of the court at the moment with Erron Wilder. Erron soon going to need to make that tag.”
VASSA: “Soon might not be available, Jack! Erron’s in for a world of hurt. The Distinguished is not going to let that occur!”
ONE
.
.
TW–KICKOUT!!!
Dakota grinning as he got back to his feet, he pulls CJ up. CJ surprises Dakota with a palm strike right to the throat, causing Dakota to pause a minute. CJ connects, grabbing Dakota and sweeping his legs from underneath him with a STO. Dakota doesn’t stay down long though as CJ quickly jumps up, hopping on the back of Dakota Smith, locking in what was a Sleeper hold attempt to put the big man down. Dakota tried to swing him off but he had a solid grip. CJ, screaming into his ear to “Go to sleep!” but he wasn’t going down with ease. Dakota although showing a fight, you could see the signs of it sinking in, cutting off the oxygen. Within a few moments, Dakota began to look a little different and at that point, he went into Reverse, slamming hard into the ropes as he tried to get loose but CJ still hung on. Dakota chose another route, taking himself and CJ over the ropes and to the outside floor, creating a huge “thump”. Finally freed out of the chokehold submission, Dakota and CJ both looked to fight their way to their feet.
Dakota shakes his head as he works his way back to his feet as he sees CJ turned opposite, face-down on the ground as he too is working to get up. Dakota with the use of the apron, is back to standing. He waves on Erron, who drops down from the apron. The two surround CJ as they both hoist him up and above the barricade. Moments from dropping CJ on the barricade, Darryl comes from behind, tackling Erron down to the floor, causing CJ to collapse on top of Dakota as he crashes to the floor as well. The crowd into it, especially now being all were on the outside, the chants were loud, both for Omerta and Unstable. A chant-off was what it was. Meanwhile the count from Collins was at FIVE as the four men were laid out. Dakota was the only one that showed more ability to make it back in before ten.
JOHNSON: “All four men, fighting till’ one’s death is now all determined by the ten-count of the ref.”
VASSA: “Hell with a count-out! I wanna’ see a bloody fight to the finish.”
JOHNSON: “Well they got four and a half seconds to make it a victory — Oh wait, Dakota…”
JOHNSON: “Well that should be the end for Wilder there!”
VASSA: “Looks like CJ and Darryl done had enough of playing games. Time to actually break body … limbs.”
JOHNSON: “Bodies everywhere! We got Darryl Wallace over here by us, stirring. You got Dakota laid up, crushed in the corner there. You got CJ down thanks to an Axe Handle drop from off the barricade from Erron Wilder. Simply INSANE!”
VASSA: “Just like Drowning Pool … Bodies are hitting the floor. HARD! I’m loving it! The hatred for one another is creating a stellar match.”
JOHNSON: “Darryl is somehow making it to his feet. I don’t even know how after that sick thud off the ringpost. But what is … What is he about to do?”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
as Darryl had just cost him and CJ O’Donnell a victory in the end with that hellish chair shot to the back of Wilder. A look of satisfaction sat on Wallace’s face as CJ was slowly getting back to his feet.
JOHNSON: “Well Unstable just took an ‘L’ when they could’ve had a ‘W’.”
VASSA: “It’s not about wins and losses, all about delivering a message!”
POWERS: “Winners of the match via Disqualification … ERRON WILDER AND DAKOTA SMITH!!!”

HOLLYWOOD: ”Good evening my fellow Americans! Tonight I come to you LIVE out of Charlotte, North Carolina and I want to address the masses with something that must be addressed. You see, I—“
HOLLYWOOD: ”What the fuck do you mean this isn’t a Presidential address?! Do I come off that liberal?!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Alright, alright, maybe that was TOO formal! This is seriously how President’s sound like? God damn that’s fucking horrifying! No wonder I never bother to try and understand that bullshit!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”I guess you all could call this a “State of the 4CW Address” from The Order’s point of view. First off, I want to give a shout out to Jason Cashe, thank you for helping me put this entire promo into perspective.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Ok, how was that? That didn’t sound too fucking liberal forced bullshit did it?”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Yea I thought that sounded cool too. Man, I think I would do really well in office. I think I could play a single Trump card, pun fucking intended, and hammer this shit out! I could really do well with this shit. Elect Brian Hollywood, a man who doesn’t have to approve any fucking message to get a message across to everyone!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Oh right, the task at hand. You see, everything has a point with me! It may have taken me longer to get back on track, but let’s be frank…Underwood for President by the way….ANYWAYS, what nonsense am I speaking? You all have already witnessed the coming of The Order and have seen first hand what we are all about. So the point of all this is that Order NEEDS to be established in 4CW and you might be wondering why in the blue fuck have we not done much since coming together? That answer is simple. I said that we would be biding our time and accessing the situation to a point where we need to interject in certain areas and that if we want to change something, we fucking will. However, as my focus is currently winning the 4CW Championship Tournament, I’ve been a little “too keen” on allowing some of the backstage politics go on without further action. That’s going to fucking stop SOON! Just because we haven’t enacted ourselves in your business yet doesn’t make you immune to our interjection. Whether your Unstable or Aidan Carlisle bitching and yapping her jaw at literally everything, to Frankie Morrison acting like a fucking preteen who misrepresents what sex means and buffing his chest for all the wrong reasons, just know that you haven’t gone unnoticed. I mean, for fuck sakes, how relevant can you really call a Tag Team Championship reign when you have thousands of different tag partners? I mean seriously Aidan, it’s like you gave all those partners STD’s and claim to be “protected” all because you haven’t lost that championship of yours. For the record, it’s not protected.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Now I realize that I have to keep all these issues aware to me, but until the 4CW Championship Tournament has concluded, that’s where my focus shall be so all you beautiful people of 4CW can rest easy at night until then. However, that doesn’t mean that I can’t do a little PR for my fellow stablemates. Let me direct your attention to the man standing behind me. His name is Aamon, in case most of you continue to let that slip from your minds. Oh, that’s a mistake to do by the way. Aamon debuted last week on Fate and tore apart Carter Williams. Spoiler alert, Carter never stood a chance. I’ve gotten a lot of questions about just WHO Aamon is. Let me rest your racing minds right now. Aamon may be a man of mystery, but he likes to keep things close to the chest. What does that mean for the rest of 4CW? Watch and find out. I endorse this man and you all should too. Like I was saying earlier, Aamon isn’t just another member of The Order. He will be turned into diamonds and I have always had an act of turning the ones I endorse into stars. If I tell you to believe in Aamon, you believe in him. If I tell you Aamon is full of promise, he’s full of promise. If I tell you that Aamon has a high ceiling here in 4CW, then you fucking better believe he has a high ceiling! I have always had that gift to see the best in others and turn them into superstars. Fate, yes this is a cheap plug for you enriched and some promising people, will be a stomping ground for Aamon. He will not only dominate and continue winning, but will capture all of your hearts whether or not you really want to or not. Aamon has that effect on people. Another spoiler alert, look to his mystic effect his has on people. Anyways, Aamon WILL control Fate and he will become the Fate Champion someday soon. It will probably be sooner than most of you think. Aamon, do you have anything you’d like to say to everyone?”
AAMON: ”Fate will be mine to control.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Right. Doesn’t he just grow on you?! Heh, anyways, he may be a man of few words, but aren’t you just intrigued by what he means by his statement? If not, you need to be! There is a lot to gain with having The Order here in 4CW and while our agendas might be separate for the time being, given all of our current involvings, it’s only a matter of time before we start getting things flushed forward. That continues with my continued trek through the 4CW Championship Tournament. If you all think everything I’ve done up to this point has been fascinating, just wait until what I do next. This is a friendly reminder to everyone that The Order is still lurking in the shadows, but that we have pressed forward with what has transpired with everything I’ve delivered to you beautiful people. If you have been honored by my mentioning your name, feel flattered now, but just know that isn’t a good sign for you people and that order shall and WILL be delivered to you shortly. Like it or not, accept it or not, you have no power to change it otherwise. Those names mentioned are merely a fraction of the work that we have to do in regards to The Order’s business. As for now, you have been given a friendly heads up because, hey, I can show you all that I do have a nice side! I’m Brian Hollywood and I don’t give a flying FUCK if you approve this message!”



TOURNAMENT ROUND 3
DREW STEVENSON VS. BRONX VALESCENCE
JOHNSON: “Up next we kick off round three of the tournament with a match between Drew Stevenson and Bronx Valescence!”
VASSA: “This match was referred to as a possible sleeper match for the night even though I still don’t know what that means exactly.”
JOHNSON: “What I meant is this. We have some big matches scheduled for tonight, some have even taken place already. All I’m saying is out of all of those big matches, this could potentially be the show stealer.”
VASSA: “Why didn’t you just say that? You say sleeper and I’m thinking you mean a snooze-fest.”
JOHNSON: “That is nothing close to what I meant.”
VASSA: “Good because this is a BIG match between these two. Not only is it the third round of the tournament, these are two highly competitive wrestlers stepping into that ring. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that these two will put on one hell of a goddamn show.”
JOHNSON: “You’re absolutely right, Vinny. I’m sorry for confusing you earlier.”
VASSA: “Confused? Please… you’re the one who sounded like an idiot.”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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!!!”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Eastport, Maine, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and standing six feet tall, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
VASSA: “Now that both men are in the ring we can finally get down to business!”
JOHNSON: “Both men are coming off huge wins from two weeks ago. Drew was able to secure a victory over CJ O’Donnell as Bronx was able to pull out the win over Rorie Steele.”
VASSA: “Those were both excellent matches but something tells me that this match is going to be THAT much better.”
JOHNSON: “Both men are on somewhat of a hot streak since the tournament started. Unfortunately, only one man will advance tonight and head into the fourth round.”
VASSA: “And then there’s this guys. Scotty Addams, what are you doing out here?”
JOHNSON: “Since making his debut in 4CW, Scotty has always been there to provide some sort of assistance to Drew.”
VASSA: “I thought Drew was turning a new leaf but as of late I still see the same cheating man only without the excessive funds.”
JOHNSON: “There’s no doubt in my mind that Scotty will be a distraction on the outside tonight. Let’s just hope Bronx can stay focused and not let outside interference get the best of him.”
VASSA: “You would think his pops, Perry, would make sure to have no outside distractions. But as we’ve all seen lately, he’s a deadbeat dad.”
JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. I do however know that it’s been said time and time again, Perry will not give his son any handouts. What Bronx does here in 4CW will be earned by his own doing.”
VASSA: “Just like I said, a piece of shit. He already ran one son off and forced another to turn against him, joining Unstable.”
DING!!! DING!!!
With a little pep in their step, Drew and Bronx approach each other in the center of the ring. On their guard, the two circle in preparation for the other to strike. Making the first move, Drew lunges forward to lock up but Bronx sidesteps him and takes him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold. As his face bounces off the mat, Drew quickly pushes himself up and turns around only to see Bronx standing across from him with a smirk on his face. Drew then lunges towards him again but in a flash, Bronx spins out of the way and then kicks Drew in the back, sending him stumbling to the ropes.
Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Drew grows furious as he then spins around red in the face. He then charges towards Bronx and as he closes in, the two finally do lock up. Drew uses his size advantage and overpowers Bronx, pushing him backwards. With all of Drew’s weight applied, Bronx uses it to his advantage as he slips out of the hold, locks onto Drew’s wrist and then positions himself behind Drew, pinning his arm behind his back. Drew releases a loud moan as Bronx applies the pressure on his arm. Reaching back with his free arm, Drew then wraps his hand around the back of Bronx’s head and flips him over his back and down to the mat with a snapmare.
JOHNSON: “We start things off with some nice back and forth!”
VASSA: “After a little game of cat and mouse, Drew finally took Bronx down to the mat with a snapmare.”
Drew then hops up and twists his body in the air, coming down with a leg drop that connects with nothing but canvas as Bronx rolls out of the way. A sharp pain shoots up Drew’s spine after the impact, leaving him sitting in an upright position and holding his lower back. Back on his feet, Bronx takes off to the ropes across the ring and hits them full speed. Coming back on the rebound, Bronx rolls over Drew’s back, landing on his feet in front of him and then delivering a devastating superkick to the throat. Drew’s head slings back and crashes to the mat with a thud as the crowd pops at the high impact kick.
VASSA: “Bronx has taken control of the match and for a second there, I thought he was playing executioner as he tried to behead Drew right there in the ring.”
JOHNSON: “The back and forth is going at a high pace right now to start this match.”
JOHNSON: “Drew has taken advantage after a slight hesitation from Bronx on the top rope.”
VASSA: “It only takes a split second to change things up and in that small amount of time, Drew was able to capitalize and catch Bronx. After that, Bronx was helpless!”
VASSA: “Those stiff kicks to the back are really going to feel good when Bronx wakes up in the morning.”
JOHNSON: “They sounded terrible! The crowd here is pretty pumped up and I’m surprised we were able to hear the contact over the roars throughout the arena.”
VASSA: “What the hell is Drew doing now?!”
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“
Releasing the rope and stepping away from Bronx, Drew breaks the hold as the ref begins scolding him with a warning. Holding both hands up and acting innocent, Drew pleads his case while slowly backing up to the other side of the ring, where the official follows with his back turned to Bronx.
VASSA: “I told you, the same old Drew Steven–“
JOHNSON: “OH COME ON!!!”
JOHNSON: “This isn’t fair! Turn around ref!”
VASSA: “I believe the damage has been done and the attack is over with. The ref didn’t see it so no foul.”
JOHNSON: “You can’t be serious right now. No harm no foul? Is that what you’re selling us right now?”
VASSA: “I’m not selling you anything. THAT just happened!”
VASSA: “NO CHILL!!!”
JOHNSON: “Well, that’s one way to make Bronx let go of the ropes.”
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: “KICKOUT!!!”
VASSA: “Not even a full two count. Bronx still has plenty of fight left in him!”
A few moments pass and still Drew hasn’t fallen back to execute the suplex. Just as he is about to, Bronx slips out of the hold and lands to his feet, behind Drew. Bronx then wraps his arms around Drew’s waist before lifting him up for a German suplex. Locking his leg into Bronx’s Drew manages to keep his feet down on the mat, preventing Bronx from lifting him up. Drew then throws an elbow back and plants it directly into Bronx’s forehead. Bronx doesn’t release his hold and Drew then throws another elbow back, hitting Bronx square in the center of the forehead for a second time. Still, Bronx refuses to release his hold. Drew then throws back a third elbow but as he does, Bronx releases the hold and with the momentum, Drew spins around only to receive a European uppercut from Bronx.
Drew stumbles backwards a few steps and just as he plants his feet, Bronx runs at him and connects with another European uppercut. Stumbling back even further, Drew maintains his footing. Bronx then jumps into the air and connects with a spinning heel kick to the side of Drew’s head, forcing him to spin around one complete revolution. Just as Drew turns to face Bronx, he lunges forward with a right hand but comes up short as Bronx side steps him. Wrapping his arms around Drew’s waist, Bronx then lifts him up and throws him over his head with a release German suplex.
JOHNSON: “The size difference between these two is very noticeable but Bronx made it look easy tossing Drew from one side of the ring to the other.”
VASSA: “He’s going to need to do more than that because Drew is already getting back up.”
VASSA: “Holy shit I didn’t see that coming!”
JOHNSON: “No one did! It was the perfect setup!”
ONE
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TWO
JOHNSON: “Get out of here with that!”
VASSA: “Damn it must be nice to have help on the outside of the ring. Maybe if Bryan hadn’t walked out two weeks ago he could be out here to level the playing field.”
JOHNSON: “That was amazing!”
VASSA: “This whole match has been amazing since the sound of the bell.”
“4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!! … 4-C-W!!!”
Drew stumbles across the ring and catches himself on the ropes as Bronx lands on his back to the mat. Spinning on his back in a break dance styled move, Bronx pops up to his feet. Drew then stumbles away from the ropes where Bronx then greets him with a hard right to the side of the head. Bronx then fires with a left to the ribs, forcing Drew to buckle to that side. With Drew almost defenseless, Bronx leaves him standing as he turns around and then takes off to the ropes. With Scotty standing on the outside along the apron, Bronx leaps into the air with his feet aimed straight for him. As Bronx’s feet go in between the top and middle ropes, he plants both of them into the side of Scotty’s while wrapping his arms around the top rope to keep himself from going all the way through. Scotty hits the floor hard before rolling back and crashing into the barricade.
VASSA: “HOLY HELL!!! Down goes Addams!”
JOHNSON: “Valescence’s Victory!”
VASSA: “Drew has been wiped out!”
JOHNSON: “He’s going for the cover!”
VASSA: “He’s going for the cover!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “Bronx wins it! He’s advancing to round four!”
VASSA: “With the odds stacked against him Bronx has done it! He’s defied the odds!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”

CASHE: ”HEEEEY!!!”
DEVYNE: ”Jason! I thought you were going to bail on me.”
CASHE: ”Me bail on you? Heh ohhhkay! I think you bailing had better odds! Heh, you ready?”
DEVYNE: ”So… since you’ve already said no to drinks, what would you like to do?”
CASHE: ”I’ll knock back a few drinks too; fuck it. You wanna pull on a few? Blow some O’s in the air? Shh-moke? I got that Moonrock, shit is crazy!”
DEVYNE: ”Sure… why not?”
DEVYNE: ”You know… I’m actually happy I came tonight. We can get to know each other more and all that.”
CASHE: ”Ha! Yeah I guess that is the usual first steps ain’t it? Let me get this door..”
CASHE: ”Ohhh shit! Here come the Men In Black! Galaxy Defenders!!!”
MAN IN BLACK: ”I’m FBI Special Agent, Clint Torres. Are you one Jason Cashe?”
CASHE: ”It says Clint Torres…HAHA!! Clitoris! Officer Clitoris? How bad does YOUR name suck?”
AGENT TORRES: ”That’ll be enough of that, we would like you to come with us. We have some questions we’d like you to answer.”
CASHE: ”So ask..but ask here because I’m on my way out. See this right here?”
CASHE: ”I’m not missing this date buddy. So ask what you wanna ask and then step back.”
AGENT TORRES: ”Let’s not make this a situation, Mr. Cashe. Just come with us and this can be cleared up.”
AGENT TORRES: ”Miss, I’m terribly sorry…”
CASHE: ”Nothing to be sorry about ‘cause I’m not going with ya’ll. So…What now?”
DEVYNE: ”Jason… Love. Just do what they ask, yeah? We can… uhh… sort something for another time…”
CASHE: ”It’s only three of them though!? I can so take these dudes!”
AGENT TORRES: ”We have guns and tasers..”
CASHE: ”Favor? Go let Frankie know. This is on fucking Wallace…He did this! Re-signed me and wanted to crash in on my celebration tonight.”
DEVYNE: ”Frankie Morrison? Alright, love. I’ll let him know. Just… do what they ask, yeah? I’d rather not find out you need to be bailed out or something.”
CASHE: ”This the Feds chick, they don’t grab you unless you being held. Damn dude those are tight!”
CASHE: ”Pick my shit up, Officer Clitoris! Arrrah!”

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
CYRUS RIDDLE & RORIE STEELE
VS.
AIDAN CARLISLE & LIAM O’SHEA ©
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW Tag Team Championships!”
“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 their way to the ring at a combined weight of three hundred fifty-three pounds, “The King of Clunge” and “The Queen of Cock”… CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE and RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”
“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 reach through and place the items on the apron, enjoying the view from above. As Rorie steps back and stands tall, her and Cyrus share a brief moment looking into each others eyes before she turns around, resting against his body.
PWERS: “And the champions!”
“This is war time, this is our time
We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime
We will fight ’til their wills are broken
This is game time, and insane time
Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power, to devour
Let the beast inside now be woken”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred fifteen pounds, the 4CW Tag Team Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE and LIAM OOOOOO…SSHHEEAA!!!”
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul
‘Cause it’s time”
As she strides down the aisle with Liam trailing behind, she extends a middle finger in either direction in answer to the on-going boos of the crowd. Her smirk is firmly fixed on her lips as she ascends the stairs and ducks between the ropes. Not far behind, Liam makes his way up the steps and enters the ring.
“Oh, In the calm before the storm
Another legend will be born
Another battle will be won
We will rise
Oh, So heed the call of confrontation
Today we feed on domination
Secure a legacy that will never die
Be immortalized”
Aidan turns in a slow circle, taunting the crowd, gesturing for them to give her more before she takes off her jacket and tosses it into the timekeeper’s area. She unstraps the 4CW Tag Team Championship from her waist and holds it high over her head, slapping the faceplate with determination. In the far corner, Liam stands with the other half of the championships in hand, calm and collective.
JOHNSON: “After a surprise challenge two weeks ago, we now have a Tag Team Championship match here tonight!”
VASSA: “The one thing that sticks out with this is the lack of Bryan Williams. After hearing the news of Perry’s involvement with Aidan’s kidnapping, Bryan walked out of 4CW, leaving Aidan as the sole carrier of the Tag Team straps.”
JOHNSON: “Tonight Liam O’Shea will be filling in as her partner in a defense against the challengers, Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele.”
VASSA: “I will never understand why some people will walk out of a company and not fulfill their duties as a champion. It just blows my mind the nerve of some people.”
JOHNSON: “To be fair, he did have good reason.”
VASSA: “Bull-fucking-shit! He had good reason to hold onto that belt and advance in the tournament. He had good reason to go on and succeed despite Perry’s actions. What he did was cowardly and downright disgusting as a champion.”
JOHNSON: “With that, Liam O’Shea has the opportunity to earn his name in the record books with a successful defense here tonight with Aidan.”
VASSA: “Good luck to him because the two standing across the ring from want those belts just as bad as they do.”
JOHNSON: “And that big, red haired man wants nothing more than to rip Cyrus’ head off.”
VASSA: “Let’s not forget the tension between these two ladies. I’m expecting a cat fight before this match is all said and done.”
JOHNSON: “We’ve already seen one brawl break out and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if this match turned out to be even bigger.”
VASSA: “It is a championship match and anything is bound to happen.”
JOHNSON: “That is correct so let’s stop wasting everyone’s time and get right to it.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Before the bell silences, Aidan erupts from her corner and charges across the ring towards Riddle. With her coming directly for him, Riddle takes a few steps forward and then ducks underneath a running clothesline aimed straight for his head. With Rorie only a few steps away, Aidan then lunges forward and connects with a stiff elbow to the side of her head, almost knocking her down from the apron. With the top rope held tightly with both hands, Rorie maintains her balance and then reaches over the top and slaps Aidan across the mouth. The two then lock up, grabbing handfuls of hair and trying to rip each other apart.
With Aidan occupied at the moment, Riddle slowly creeps in behind her, looking on as the two ladies go at it. He then slams his forearm across the top of her back, catching her off guard. Rorie then locks onto her head with both hands and drops down to the floor, pulling Aidan’s throat down across the top rope. With Aidan’s head bouncing off the ropes, forcing her to stumble backwards, Riddle then wraps her up from behind and lifts her into the air, driving her head first into the canvas with a German suplex.
Standing back to his feet, Riddle looks down at Aidan as she holds her head with both arms wrapped around it. He then lifts his foot into the air and stomps down on her unguarded mid-section, forcing the air out from her lungs. Grabbing a handful of hair, Riddle pulls Aidan up to her feet and holds her up, looking into her eyes as the two stand face to face. He then traps both of her arms and begins slamming his head forward violently, connecting with multiple headbutts. With Aidan briefly stunned, Riddle then lifts her into the air and slams her down on her back with force.
JOHNSON: “Riddle is off to a quick start on the Tag Team Champion.”
VASSA: “He had a little help from Rorie on the outside as she used the top rope to nearly decapitate Aidan.”
JOHNSON: “Are you upset Vinny? Disappointed that the cat fight came to an abrupt stop?”
Riddle’s head bounces up from the canvas and he quickly pushes himself up but before he can get up from all fours, Aidan quickly steps in and kicks him in the stomach, flipping him over to his back. She then leaps into the air and comes down with an elbow drop across his chest. Mounting herself on top of Riddle, Aidan then unloads with a fury of punches, hammering down with lefts and rights crashing into the sides of his head.
Pushing herself up, Aidan then grabs ahold of Riddle’s head and slowly rolls him over to his stomach before pulling him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, she then throws him to the corner and as he crashes into it, she takes off and charges full speed. As she closes in, Aidan does a handspring and once back in the upright position, she flies towards Riddle’s head with her elbow leading the way. Moving out of the way in the blink of an eye, Riddle leaves nothing but an empty corner for her to crash into as she comes up.
VASSA: “Oh that was close!”
JOHNSON: “Close isn’t going to cut it. Cyrus was too quick on his feet in avoiding that handspring back elbow.”
ONE
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TW–
VASSA: “Aidan kicks out before the full two count!”
Seeing Riddle off balance, Aidan then does a handstand and wraps her legs around his head while upside down. She then lifts him up from his feet and throws him across the ring with a headscissors. Smacking the mat hard, Riddle rolls to the ropes before coming to a stop with his back to the mat. Aidan then turns to her corner and races over to it, slapping hands with Liam and initiating the tag.
JOHNSON: “Cyrus is down and the big man has entered the ring!”
VASSA: “I know he wants to get his hands on Riddle and now he has the opportunity to do so!”
JOHNSON: “And there he goes!”
“One! … Two!”
Not wasting any time, Liam quickly dips through the ropes and exits the ring, dropping down to the floor and restarting the ten count.
“One!”
Liam then begins stomping on Riddle’s defenseless body, targeting his mid-section.
“Two! … Three!”
Liam then wraps both hands around Riddle’s throat and drags him up from the floor before throwing him backwards into the barricade.
“Four!”
With Riddle stretched out across the barricade and his arms draped over the top, Liam rushes in and plants his foot into his face with a big boot.
“Five!”
Liam then unloads with multiple body punches, crushing Riddle’s ribs with each landing blow.
“Six!”
Out of nowhere, Riddle pushes himself away from the barricade and wraps Liam’s waist up. Pumping his legs, Riddle drives him backwards and slams him back first into the side of the ring.
“Seven!”
As the pain shoots up Liam’s spine, Riddle quickly turns him around and locks onto the back of his head with both hands. Riddle then slams Liam’s head down face first to the apron.
“Eight!”
Riddle then lifts his head up and slams his face into the apron once more before rolling him back into the ring.
“Nine!”
With the official closing in on the ten count, Riddle slides underneath the ropes and into the ring.
VASSA: “That was a close call, Riddle almost got himself counted out.”
JOHNSON: “It would have been an unfortunate ending to this match as the champions would have retained.”
VASSA: “Lucky for us that isn’t going to be the case, at least not yet.”
As Riddle dips through the ropes to the apron, Rorie slowly stands to her feet, looking down at the big man laid out. Jumping into the air, Rorie drives down feet into Liam’s back with a double foot stomp. She then steps off of him and grabs onto his head, slowly pulling him up to his feet. She then locks onto his arm and goes to throw him to the ropes but using his size as an advantage, Liam reverses the throw and sends her racing to them instead. Rorie hits the ropes hard and comes back with speed, running into Liam as he lifts her up onto his shoulders and drops her back to the mat with a Samoan drop.
With Rorie rolling around the ring holding her back from the impact, Liam pushes himself up but keeps his eyes locked onto her. Standing over her, Liam then kicks her in the stomach over and over until finally lifting her up from the mat and flipping her over to her back. He then grabs two handfuls of hair and jerks her to her feet and then whips her to the corner where Aidan awaits. Slamming against the corner, Rorie’s feet lift up from the mat and as they touch back down, Liam is right there to greet her with a running forearm smash. Rorie drops down to a seated position with her back against the corner as Liam looks to Aidan and then two make the tag, bringing Aidan back into the legal action.
JOHNSON: “It looks like we finally have both ladies in the ring.”
VASSA: “Let the catfight begin!”
JOHNSON: “What is it with you and wanting to see a catfight?”
VASSA: “These two chicks hate each other and to be honest, I wouldn’t mind sitting here and watching them try to rip each other to shreds.”
JOHNSON: “With the championships on the line that could very well happen.”
VASSA: “Championships always bring out the fire in each and every person in the ring. Not to mention both of these ladies have an eye on Mr. Riddle.”
JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
On her back, Rorie hardly moves as Aidan pushes herself back to her feet. Making her way to the corner, Aidan then ascends to the top and turns to face Rorie in the ring who is still down. Leaping into the air, Aidan flips and comes down with a high angle senton bomb.
VASSA: “Watch out Ror–“
JOHNSON: “It’s a miss!”
Before making contact and completing the move, Aidan lands on nothing but canvas as Rorie rolls out of the way at the last possible second. As both girls are down on the mat, the official then begins the ten count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”
Slowly moving around the mat, the two then begin to push themselves up as the official continues to count.
“Five! … Six! … Seven!”
Standing first, Rorie breaks the count as the official steps away from the two. She then walks a few steps over to Aidan and grabs her by the head, pulling her up. Rorie then slaps Aidan across the chest with a chop, followed by another. Winding up, Rorie then slaps Aidan across the cheek, sending her head shooting to the side. Aidan then fires back and slaps Rorie across the cheek, sending a flesh slapping sound piercing over the cheers from the crowd. The two then go at it, swinging lefts and rights, connecting with just as many hits as they receive. Aidan then takes a powerful swing for Rorie’s head but comes up short as Rorie ducks underneath and steps in behind her. Wrapping her arm around Aidan’s head, Rorie applies a headlock and then drops down to one knee, pulling Aidan down and dropping her across the other with a backbreaker variation.
VASSA: “Damn that looked painful!”
JOHNSON: “What do you expect, Vinny? They aren’t exactly playing patty cake in the ring with one another.”
VASSA: “So now you’re getting an attitude with me tonight?”
JOHNSON: “No, I was just making a statement because you seem a little lost on the fact that painful things are supposed to happen inside of those ropes.”
VASSA: “Are you fucking with me?!”
She then turns Aidan around and slams her back against the corner. Grabbing onto the same top rope with both hands, Rorie then uses it for leverage as she begins kicking Aidan in the stomach over and over, until finally breaking her down to a seated position. The kicks then transition into stomps as Rorie doesn’t let up and after growing a bit bored, Rorie draws her foot back once more and then slams it down into Aidan’s face with force. With Aidan in a daze, Rorie then back steps to the center of the ring. With a smirk on her face, Rorie then takes off running towards Aidan and leaps into the air, going for a bronco buster.
VASSA: “This is what we all came to see!”
JOHNSON: “Too bad Rorie is about to crash into the corner!”
Pushing herself up, the satisfied look doesn’t leave her face as her eyes peer down at Rorie still leg locked in the ropes and upside down. Aidan then unloads with a ferocious combination of kicks, pounding Rorie’s mid-section over and over. Finally able to cover for protection, Rorie leaves her face open and Aidan takes a few steps back before coming forward and kicking her square in the face. Rorie then drops to the mat head first as her body folds over. Aidan then grabs ahold of her feet and drags her away from the corner. After rolling her over, Aidan then makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
JOHNSON: “There’s Cyrus breaking up the pin just before the three count!”
VASSA: “That was close! For a moment there I thought Aidan and Liam were going to retain the Tag Team Championships.”
“One! … Two!”
Liam then throws Riddle across the ring and as he hits the mat, he rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron.
“Three!”
Liam then helps Aidan up to her feet before stepping through the ropes.
“Four!”
Making it out of the ring, the official stops the five count and turns back to the ladies where Aidan is pulling Rorie up to her feet. Aidan then drags her to the center of the ring where she then throws Rorie to the ropes. Aidan takes off in the opposite direction and the two hit the ropes at the same time. Running towards each other, the two pass and continue to the opposite ropes. Aidan then leaps into the air and plants her feet onto the middle rope as Rorie hits the ropes across the ring. With Rorie coming back towards her, Aidan springboards off the rope, vaulting herself straight into the air and outward. After spinning around, Aidan closes in on Rorie and wraps her arm around her head, spins around her body and then plants her head into the canvas with a tornado DDT.
As the two come down to the mat, the roll in opposite directions, Rorie limp in the body from the high impact move. Aidan then pops up to her feet and looks back to Rorie laid out on her back and motionless. Aidan races towards the corner and slowly ascends to the top. With her back turned to the ring, Aidan looks over the crowd for a moment as she stands straight up. Running along the apron, Riddle sneaks in and then grabs the top rope by the corner. Shaking it violently, he knocks Aidan off balance and then swings his arm towards her feet, taking her legs out from under her. Aidan falls backwards and crashes to the canvas.
Slowly getting up, Rorie looks to the corner at the sight and then to Riddle who has made it back to his corner. Limping to the corner, the two then make the tag, bringing in Riddle as the legal person. Dipping through the ropes, Riddle enters the ring and charges across towards Liam. Lunging forward, Riddle grabs ahold of Liam and the two lock up with the ropes in between them. Throwing lefts and rights, the two pound on one another before Riddle manages to lock onto his head with both hands. Pulling his head back, Riddle then slams it forward, crushing Liam’s nose with a thrusting headbutt. Riddle then pushes Liam away, sending him off the apron and down to the floor.
VASSA: “Down goes Liam!”
JOHNSON: “Aidan is the legal person in this match at the moment but Cyrus ran right past her and straight to Liam.”
VASSA: “Well both Aidan and Liam are down and Cyrus is back in the ring with a fresh body!”
Putting all of his weight behind the punch, Liam connects with a hard right to Riddle’s jaw, knocking him back a step. Liam then swings for Riddle’s head again but misses with the second punch as Riddle quickly ducks underneath. As Liam passes by, Riddle pops back up and then levels him with a lariat to the back of the head.
JOHNSON: “The Daydreamer!”
VASSA: “Someone should wake Liam up because he’s out cold.”
Once in the ring, Rorie then takes off to the ropes behind Riddle and hits them hard. Coming back with full speed, she then jumps up into the air and grabs ahold of Aidan’s head. Riddle then drops down and simultaneously the two execute a sit-out spinebuster and neckbreaker combination.
VASSA: “HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “That might be it. After the sit-out spinebuster from Cyrus and the neckbreaker from Rorie, I don’t know who could get up after that.”
VASSA: “He’s going for it!”
JOHNSON: “And Liam is still out cold!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “They did it! We have new 4CW Tag Team Champions!”
VASSA: “Cyrus and Rorie have won the belts!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here are your winners and new 4CW Tag Team Champions… RORIE STEELE and CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”
JOHNSON: “Well that’s it folks. After laying down the challenge two weeks ago, Cyrus and Rorie have come here tonight to win the 4CW Tag Team Championships.”
VASSA: “Talk about bad luck. Just when Aidan was on her way to turn in the championships she was met with a challenge and now here we are, two new champs and her and Liam still down and out.”
JOHNSON: “At least she came here tonight to fulfill her champion duties. Bryan Williams couldn’t even do that.”
VASSA: “He is a coward plain and simple. This doesn’t fall on Aidan or Liam, this falls on Bryan and him walking out when she needed him the most.”
JOHNSON: “We’re going to go backstage for a few moments folks as we prepare for our main event. Sit tight and don’t you go anywhere!”

MORRISON: “I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you back. Something just came up.”
MORRISON: “It’s been awhile Jack. Maybe my mind is a little fuzzy but I didn’t hear you knock.”
VAUGHN: “That’s because I didn’t; perks of the job… But you of all people should understand that.”
VAUGHN: “Not like you to be tucked away back here all by yourself. It’d be a damn shame if Omertà knew of this golden opportunity.”
MORRISON: “Trust me Jack, my guys aren’t far away.”
VAUGHN: “Good… The last thing I’d want is for another one of these unfortunate issues to occur under my watch.”
MORRISON: “I highly doubt that you’re all that concerned with my wellbeing. I also highly doubt that’s your reasoning for barging in here.”
VAUGHN: “Can’t get anything passed you…”
VAUGHN: “Wait… You thought I was going to…”
VAUGHN: “Not part of my job description Frankie. Have a seat.”
MORRISON: “Then what can I do for you Jack.”
VAUGHN: “I wanted to talk a little business with you. We’ve got ourselves into a little bit of a pickle here with the Pride Championship and I wanted to speak with you and your client, Chris Madison, about our options going forward.”
MORRISON: “Chris is a bit occupied right now. Fortunately for you, he doesn’t really care for talking business; that’s my job.”
VAUGHN: “Fair enough. Our issue is that we have three former Pride champions, all of whom are owed rematches for the belt, looking to collect at the same time. You’ve already spoke with John Austin and Seamus O’Connor. Incase you weren’t aware, tonight, Jett Wilder through his name into the mix.”
MORRISON: “None of which have done anything noteworthy to deserve a shot at Chris. The only reason we’re speaking of these three is a technicality in their contracts that Perry Wallace negligently overlooked.”
VAUGHN: “Perhaps… But they’re still owed their shots.”
MORRISON: “So what grand solution have you come up with that would resolve this mess?”
VAUGHN: “Well I was going to speak with Chris Madison, see who he wanted to face at South Beach Brawl and have him face the other two in singles matches in the weeks following. But he’s not here…”
VAUGHN: “This is what’s going to happen. In two weeks we’ll be at the North Charleston Coliseum in Charleston, South Carolina. We’re going to have a triple threat match between Jett Wilder, John Austin, and Seamus O’Connor. Winner of that match will go on to South Beach Brawl to face your client, Chris Madison, for the 4CW Pride Championship. The other two will have to standby and wait to use their rematch clauses another time.”
MORRISON: “You know what, I think that’s a viable solution Jack. Chris is looking to bring some prestige back to the Pride Championship. For too long this title has been passed around from one placeholder to another. He also doesn’t want to just fight anyone with his belt on the line. He wants a challenger who deserves the shot. Making the three of them compete against one another for the right to fight Chris gives us exactly what we want.”
VAUGHN: “You’re alright with us taking the choice away from Chris?”
MORRISON: “Absolutely… How would that look if he was just handpicking opponents to defend against? You’re giving Chris the platform to prove that he’s the best to ever hold that championship.”
VAUGHN: “Okay… Then it’s settled. Chris will defend against the winner of the triple threat at South Beach Brawl.”
MORRISON: “Anything else I can do for you?”
VAUGHN: “No, that’s all Frankie.”

SHERELL: “You poor baby. Those people had no right to do this to you.”
WALLACE: “Just when I think things are going my way, something else happens. I just can’t catch a break.”
SHERELL: “This isn’t your fault. Those people are just jealous of your power.”
WALLACE: “I wouldn’t say that. It isn’t like I haven’t provoked them. Things are getting out of hand and goddamnit, I’m not going to be on the losing end.”
SHERELL: “Don’t worry about it, baby. Keep your eyes on the big picture.”
WALLACE: “That’s what I’m trying to do. Luckily I was able to extend Cashe’s contract. As much as I hate the man right now, I can’t afford to have him walk to another shit stain promotion, especially one the likes of that toilet in Jer–“
Wallace’s attention quickly turns to the door as his eyes light up.
WALLACE: “Yes?”
SECURITY: “Boss, I have someone out here who needs to see you. I can guarantee that this isn’t a hoax like that red-headed devil earlier tonight.”
WALLACE: “Send ’em in.”
PINKMAN: “Mr. Wallace, I’m Oswald Pinkman.”
WALLACE: “You a solicitor?”
PINKMAN: “Not hardly. I own a small security firm, Oswald Pinkman Protection.”
WALLACE: “Like O.P.P.?”
PINKMAN: “Yes sir that is correct.”
WALLACE: “Yeah you know me… What can I do for you?”
PINKMAN: “Let me rephrase that for you. It’s what I can do for you.”
WALLACE: “That being?”
PINKMAN: “You’ve recently reached out to some associates of mine for protection. They’re doing a fine job, let me tell you. But the target on your back is bigger than ever. I’m here to offer my personal protection.”
WALLACE: “I’m listening.”
PINKMAN: “Scram…”



TOURNAMENT ROUND 3
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. JAIR HOPKINS
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“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—“
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: “Of all the people in wrestling that Jair Hopkins wanted to face the most, you’d expect that Brian Hollywood is up there on the list. Hopkins still enraged from the fact that Brian Hollywood had a hand in burning down the gym of Jair Hopkins’ mentor.”
VASSA: “That was years ago, though. If he’s still holding onto a grudge, then I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
JOHNSON: “You still won’t tip at Applebees because of the waitress turning you down three years ago.”
VASSA: “Well… I’m not trying to win a wrestling match.”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
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!!!”
JOHNSON: “You can just feel the hate coming from the ring.”
VASSA: “You know, that waitress totally was digging me. I thought when she asked if I wanted any pie that was an open invite.”
JOHNSON: “Right, three years ago. Let it go.”
JOHNSON: “And here we go!”
JOHNSON: “Slow start here as each man is just trying to get a feeling as to what the other is up to tonight, they’ve got a lot on the line so it is understandable.”
VASSA: “Yeah, you don’t want to make a mistake this early and cost yourself a shot at the biggest prize in the game today.”
JOHNSON: “Both of these two men willing to do whatever it takes, and it might mean taking things a little more slowly.”
VASSA: “I don’t blame them.”
JOHNSON: “Hollywood backing off, wait… shuffling sidekick! No! Hopkins caught the Executive Promise! Hopkins spins Hollywood around and lifts…
JOHNSON: “Right into a spinning backdrop suplex!! Here’s the cover…”
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: “Hollywood went for the homerun right there, and it back fired.”
JOHNSON: “So much for that methodical pace we were talking about.”
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…connecting with a springboard moonsault!! Hollywood hooks the leg of Jair Hopkins and the referee slides into position and begins the count…
ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins gets the shoulder up at the last moment!”
VASSA: “Hollywood dominating to start this match off, though. That’s a good sign here for those of us who may or may not have placed a wager on this match.”
JOHNSON: “What?”
VASSA: “Nothing.”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “Hopkins kicks out again! He got that shoulder up with less than a split second to spare.”
VASSA: “That’s about as close to three as you can be. Hollywood’s got Hopkins right there in the crosshairs now.”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins is reeling, but you got to think the hatred he has for Brian Hollywood is going to fuel him through this one.”
JOHNSON: “We could be moments away here from seeing Jair Hopkins tap out.”
VASSA: “Could you imagine that? All that hate? All that anger? And Hollywood forces him to tap out? Wow.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think he’s going to tap, but the pressure there with the figure four… it might force him.”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins did it! Hopkins flips the hold!”
VASSA: “How?!”
JOHNSON: “Brian Hollywood now taking the brunt of the damage, Hollywood breaks the hold in the middle of the ring, but the damage has been done here!”
VASSA: “To both, though. It’s not like Hopkins gets out of that untouched.”
SLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…sending him to the match with a neckbreaker!! Hopkins rolls to his feet, but so does Hollywood quicky. Hopkins waits for Hollywood to stand up this time and quickly locks Hollywood up from behind with a rear waist lock, Hollywood does his best to try and prevent anything from happening…
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!
…but Hopkins powers him up and over with a release German suplex that folds Hollywood like an accordian! This gets the crowd going.
JOHNSON: “Big time move there by Jair Hopkins!! He has turned the tide of this match in short order.”
VASSA: “I’ll give him credit for that, but he’s got a lot of fight ahead of him if he wants to stop Brian Hollywood.”
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!!!
…instead hitting a Spinning Reverse Facebuster!! Hollywood hits the mat square from that incredible move.
JOHNSON: “Bread N’ Butter! Hopkins hit the Bread N’ Butter!”
VASSA: “Impressive everytime I see it.”
JOHNSON: “Here’s the cover by Hopkins, this could be it!”
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TWO
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THR–
JOHNSON: “No! Hollywood got the shoulder up! Hollywood kicked out!”
VASSA: “I thought the last pinfall was close, this one even closer. This match continues!”
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!!!
…sending Hopkins and himself crashing to the mat from the top ropes in one of the damnest head and arm superplexes you ever did see!! Hollywood is unable to make the cover right away as it looks as if he’s taken some damage from that, but not as much as Jair Hopkins who doesn’t seem to be moving all that much right now.
JOHNSON: “What an incredible move there by Brian Hollywood! Both men pulling out all the stops here in hopes of moving into the next round.”
VASSA: “Seems like these two aren’t going to have much left to offer up in the finals after this one.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think that matters to either one right now.”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “Shoulder up!”
VASSA: “Hollywood knows he had him, he knows if he would have gotten over there any sooner that this one would have been over. That’s a tough break for him, we’ll see how it weighs in on him during the rest of this match.”
JOHNSON: “This could be the one that got away for Brian Hollywood.”
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!!!
…connecting with an Implant DDT!! Hopkins quickly hooks the leg of Brian Hollywood as the referee slides in and begins the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE–KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: “No! Kickout by Brian Hollywood. These two are just going back and forth trying to put each other away, throw all the psychology out the window!”
VASSA: “Yeah, both men are feeling that they’ve got to end this one quickly as not to give their opponent to do the same. They’re dancing on a razor’s edge now.”
JOHNSON: “Great move there by Jair Hopkins, but the former 4CW champion is not going for a pin here? What’s he got in mind?”
VASSA: “This is really risky, go for the pin.”
JOHNSON: “I’ve got to agree with you on that one, Vinny. Get the pin.”
SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAMM!!!
…right into a RKO from the recovered Brian Hollywood!!
JOHNSON: “PAPER CUT FROM NOWHERE!”
VASSA: “WHAT A GREAT MOVE! HOLY SHI–!”
JOHNSON: “Desperation move there from Brian Hollywood and now both men lay near the middle of the ring and neither man can seemingly take advantage of this. The damage has been done in this match, this one is basically even at this point.”
VASSA: “Someone’s got to make a pin attempt!”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE–
JOHNSON: “No! Hopkins got his foot on the ropes!”
VASSA: “I think he twitched, honestly.”
JOHNSON: “Either way Jair Hopkins is able to get that foot on the ropes and stop the count. And man, does Brian Hollywood look pissed or what right now?”
VASSA: “He thought he had him… twice now.”
JOHNSON: “Not a good place to be for Jair Hopkins!”
VASSA: “So many options, so many ways to punish your opponent.”
SSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!!!
…to hit a chokeslam!!
JOHNSON: “Executive Decision! Brian Hollywood using the momentum from that whip as leverage on that chokeslam!! Hopkins laid out in the middle of the ring.”
VASSA: “Yeah but Hollywood’s not going for the pin, instead he’s stumbling backwards into the corner.”
JOHNSON: “You can see the amount of damage that both men have gone through in this match. Brian Hollywood unable to follow up that move there with a pin, he’s holding his sides in some serious pain. He might have torn a muscle at some point here…”
VASSA: “Hate has been driving him here this whole time.”
SSSSSSSMMMMMMMMACK!!!
…but Hopkins is able to duck the Executive Promise a second time and counters with a falling belly to back suplex!!
JOHNSON: “Great counter against the superkick of Brian Hollywood! And now Jair Hopkins charges towards the corner turnbuckle… what’s he got in mind here?!”
VASSA: “Living on the edge, going for broke again.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “HOPKINS DID IT! HOPKINS MOVES ONE STEP CLOSER TO A SHOT AT THE 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP WITH AN AMAZING MATCH AGAINST BRIAN HOLLYWOOD!!”
VASSA: “Wow, just wow. And I’m out twenty bucks.”
JOHNSON: “So in two weeks Bronx Valescence and Jair Hopkins will meet in the final round of the tournament and the winner will then move on to South Beach Brawl to face Dakota for the 4CW Championship.”
VASSA: “This tournament has been exciting from the start. I really hate to see it all come to an end in two weeks when we head down to South Carolina.”
JOHNSON: “All good things must come to an end and this tournament has been fantastic!”
VASSA: “So we’ve had an exciting, crazy night here in Charlotte.”
JOHNSON: “We did, Vinny. Unstable and Omerta are still at each others throats. Mr. Wallace once again goes down in the ring. And we have new Tag Team Champions!”
VASSA: “That we do! Unfortunately for Aidan she wasn’t able to retain tonight but no one can fault her for that. Her partner bailed on her, left her high and dry. As I said earlier, what happened earlier tonight falls on him, no one else.”
JOHNSON: “It was rather unfortunate but as always, things roll on. And speaking of which, we must roll on out of here tonight folks. We’re just out of time.”
VASSA: “I’m normally upset when this happens but after the night we’ve had here I can truly say that I am completely satisfied and content with finally calling it a night. We got to see some great action in the ring and I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”
JOHNSON: “You and me both Vinny, you and me both. Well that’s it folks. It’s been fun but we’re going to sign off. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now when we head down to South Carolina and watch the tournament come to an end. A challenger for Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl will be declared. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good night!”
