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ADRENALINE E40 MARCH 9TH, 2016
BOJANGLES COLISEUM CHARLOTTE, NC

PRE-SHOW
HANDICAP MATCH
RYAN KIDD VS. JET CITY

In what started out as a simple handicap match, two versus one, quickly unraveled into a massacre. With Kidd outnumbered and almost out for the count, Magnus Brutus decided to make an appearance tonight, although not being booked later in the card. With a lead pipe in hand, he stormed the ring with a vengeance! Pushing the official out of the way, Magnus first leveled Khris Halich, splitting his head wide open and turning into a waterfall of blood. Coming to his brothers aid, Jason Halich then fell victim as Magnus shattered his knee as if it were a twig. Before Jason could hit the mat, Magnus then lifted him into the air and threw him over the ropes to the hard floor down below. Standing to his feet and unaware of what is exactly going on, Ryan Kidd holds up both hands, begging for mercy as Magnus stars him down, backing him into the corner. With the pipe held in both hands, Magnus jabbed it forward, cracking him across the nose with it. Lifting Kidd up and sitting him on the top rope, Magnus ascended the corner as well and then lifted Kidd into the air before tossing him down to the floor with a deadly powerbomb. With the ring cleared and the official on the outside for safety, the match was ruled a no contest but left a mess of destruction behind, setting up what will be an eventful night for Adrenaline.

As the music fades and the video comes to an end, the picture opens to a shot looking down the entrance ramp from the top of the stage, with the ring in center focus. The Bojangles Coliseum is packed here in Charlotte, North Carolina as things begin to rev up for another action packed night of 4CW Adrenaline. The camera begins to slowly move towards the ring, the sounds of the crowd crashing from both sides into the microphone. Looking to the left, the entire shot is packed full of people. In the distance, a sign sticks out above the others and the camera slowly zooms in on it.

FUTURE
AMAZING
GREAT
GREATNESS
OVER
TIME

Turning to the right, the opposite side of the entrance stage is just as packed. In the front row, a fan holds a sign which reads…

PINK EYE
AND
BAGGED MILK

Continuing towards the ring, the camera then makes its way around it until the announcers booth comes into focus where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit, prepared to start the show for a change. Directly in the center of them, another sign comes into focus and the camera quickly zooms in, cutting between the two and fixating on the bold black letters.

DEACTIVATE

Backing away from the sign, Johnson and Vassa come back into focus as they take it away.

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.”

Continuing backstage, we see Brian Hollywood standing right by the curtain that leads out into the arena. Hollywood is seen smiling and just waiting around for whatever reason as he turns around and the view of one of the backstage hallways comes into view. Hollywood waits for a moment before Jett Wilder is seen walking towards the curtain. The two come face to face but Jett just sneers snobbishly as he walks right by Hollywood without saying a word as Hollywood lets out a small laugh as to indicate he advanced in the 4CW Championship Tournament and not Jett. Hollywood actually walks away from Jett and the curtain and plants himself right smack dab in the middle of the hallway as if he is blocking the way for anyone else that needs to get close to the curtain.

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 smiles at Cashe and just nods his head as he seems to understand where Jason is coming from. Regardless, though, this doesn’t seem to phase Hollywood in the least bit.

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 pauses for a few moments as he looks at Cashe, who is obviously not aware of what Hollywood knows. The two continue to stand toe to toe and despite the calm dialogue between the two, these two continue to be up in the others face.

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!”

Trying to peek around Hollywood, Cashe looks at the curtain knowing his match was upcoming. As he adjusts his belt, he smiles at Brian.

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.”

Hollywood leans at Cashe like he might attack but Cashe holds up a pleading hand as he hurries into his next choice of words.

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.”

Patting Hollywood on the outside of his shoulder, Cashe gives a final adue and tries to move around him.

CASHE:”Good luck though..”

Hollywood cuts him off. They lock eyes and the tension begins to rapidly boil like hot water on the stove top. Cashe pulls and lets his belt drop from his shoulder to his side as Hollywood clinches at the fists.

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 pauses briefly as he realizes that it’s not going to make a difference how long he keeps Cashe from letting him pass to go out for his match. Recognizing that he does have a Main Event match to prepare for, Hollywood smiles at Cashe all the while unclinching his fists as he drives an important notion home for Cashe.

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 pauses again as he lets that set in not only for Cashe, but for anyone else paying attention to this encounter between these two. Cashe rolls a finger, expecting more from Hollywood and after a few short moments later, Hollywood raises an eyebrow and smiles at Cashe.

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?”

As if Hollywood’s message wasn’t obviously ominous and foretelling enough for Jason, Cashe stands there gripping his XTV Championship as ideas of how to get through Hollywood start to pop up in his head.

CASHE: ”I–”

Cutting Cashe off, Hollywood mocks Cashe some. At this point, Cashe is starting to lose his patience as he has spent enough time listening to Hollywood spew words at him. As Cashe is about to move forward, and plow through Hollywood if necessary, Hollywood holds up his hand and stops him.

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!”

Hollywood pats Jason on the shoulder and finally steps aside to let Jason pass as Hollywood just stands at the side smiling deviously at Jason as if an ominous fortune telling was just witnessed for all of 4CW. What this could mean, what could come out of this, was very clouded in people’s minds as the anticipation begins to take further shape between these two wrestling icons as Jason scuffs and smiles not feeling intimidated by Hollywood’s ominous message as he nods his head towards Hollywood and walks off in seconds before the start of his match.

OPENING MATCH
JASON CASHE VS. JETT WILDER

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

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

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

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

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!”

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

CASHE: “RRRRAAAAHHH Last Time?”

Shrugging to the cameras before dropping down off the ropes, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.

VASSA: “If this is his last match, it might be the worst one sided match in 4CW History!”

JOHNSON: “Ughhh..”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.

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!!!”

Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.

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.”

As the referee takes the XTV Title from Jason, the Champion is laughing and staring over at Jett. After disposing of the Title from the ring, the referee signals for the bell and the sound of it starts the match.

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.”

Flexing in frustration, Jett Wilder lunges forward for another locked up grapple. Cashe doesn’t break it but easily walks Jett back up against the ropes. Holding the grapple, the referee steps in and pries between them to separate the two men. Cashe slowly lets go of the hold and Jett Wilder takes the opening and slaps Cashe across the face as hard as he can muster. Hurting his hand, Jett shakes off the pain as Cashe tongues his cheek. The referee moving out of their way and Cashe cocks back and slaps Jett back. Jett fumbles sideways and almost loses his footing as he has to grab the ropes to keep himself upright.

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!”

Using Cashe’s right arm, Jett pulls the Champion back up on his knees and slaps on a side headlock on a kneeling Cashe. Stepping up, Cashe gets up to his feet but remains bent over as Jett jumps up, running up the near ropes looking for a Springboard Bulldog. Cashe simply shoves Jett and sends him over the top rope as he spills out onto the ringside floors. Still with some initial daze from being rocked, Cashe holds up the “U” hand sign for “Unstable” and the crowd deafens with boos.

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..”

Leaving the ring as well, Jason Cashe hops down onto the floor and grabs a handful of Jett’s hair and the waistline of his shorts, lifting him up off the ground and running him shoulder first, tossing him into the side of the steel stairs. The stairs nudge as the top section knocks off the bottom. Cashe just casually rolls back in the ring and gets to his feet as if not caring that Jett could get counted out. The referee reaches five on the count.

“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!!”

Alive with energy, Jett Wilder is up on his feet as Jason Cashe spins around so his feet are on the canvas and he pushes back into the turnbuckles. Reaching up, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up. Nodding as he rises to give credit to Jett as the little spunky High Flyer rushes at Cashe. Taking off mid spring, Jett cuts through the space between them and slams into Cashe with a Front Dropkick that slingshots Cashe back into the turnbuckles. He slouches in the corner as Jett again gets to his feet and hypes the crowd some, getting both boos and cheers.

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..”

Crawling over Jett, Cashe climbs to his feet using the corner ropes. As soon as he has his footing, he begins stomping down into Jett wildly. Holding the ropes as he stomps away, Cashe jumps in place and comes down with a big stomp to the side of Jett’s head as he covers for protection. The referee forces himself in between Cashe and Jett so Cashe backs off. He walks in a quick half circle as Jett sits up in the corner. Cashe runs back into the corner and drills Jett to the face with a knee. The referee argues with Cashe but lets the action continue as Cashe rips Jett out of the corner and onto his feet.

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?”

The referee reaches 7 before Jett gets to a knee. His arm and side laying against the ring as he pushes to his feet and pops his legs up, sliding under the ropes to beat the count.

VASSA: “Jett could get a count out victory in what might be Jason Cashe’s last match in 4CW! NOOOOO!!!”

Flopping on the floor like a fish out of water, Jason Cashe tries to find himself. He reaches for edges that are out of reach before finally shoving at the ground and pushing himself up. The count reaches 9 and Cashe springs forward, diving into a slide under the bottom rope. Only barely making the count but Jett Wilder meets him with quick kicks and stomps into his back. Fighting through the attack, Cashe pushes up still being blasted by the quick feet of Jett Wilder.

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!”

Hurrying to his feet, Jett scurries back away from the downed Jason Cashe and waits on him. As Cashe rises from the canvas, his has a lost glaze in his eyes. Jett rocks waiting, anxious as Cashe pushes from one knee to standing tall. Jett takes off, goes for his Bicycle Kick but Cashe side steps it. Jett misses big and skips into a stumble, as he tries to turn back towards Cashe, he is met with a superman styled Elbow to the side of his face!

VASSA: “MARK OF JASON!!”

Jett lays on the canvas, his mouth slightly open and his tongue hanging out. Cashe stomps down on Jett, trying to stomp his tongue and mouth from the side but Jett closed and braced for impact. Pulling the smaller man up off the canvas, Cashe shoves him back and pulls him in by the arm, looking for another “Mark Of JASON” but Jett ducks it and as Cashe spins around after the miss, Jett hits a backflip kick that catches Cashe down along the bridge of his nose. As Cashe hits the canvas, Jett scrambles and rolls him over to attempt a pin again.

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!”

Drowsy taunts from up high as Jett Wilder points down at Cashe and mouths a handful of words at him. Stepping up, Jett pushes off the top turnbuckle, getting as high as he can before curling and coming down across Cashe’s lifted knees. Jett folds and bounces off the knees as Cashe rolls over to his hands and knees. Jett holding his stomach pops up more to try and “Walk it off” but Cashe from one knee springs up like a Sprinter taking off in a race and cracks Jett to the jaw with a HUGE “Mark Of JASON” elbow. Jett stiffens, twists and collapses to the canvas. Cashe never got fully standing as he falls with the strike. Crawling to lay across Jett, Cashe hooks the leg as the referee slaps the canvas.

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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..”

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

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!!!”

The Referee hands Cashe his XTV Championship and the audience is giving him more cheers than boos which he hasn’t had for a while. Standing in the ring he looks around for a minute, taking in the moment as if it were his last.

JOHNSON: “I think he’s saying his goodbyes…”

VASSA: “He’s still shaken up from the match, he’s just catching a breath.”

Slowly Cashe exits the ring and looks down at the XTV Title before placing it on the ring apron. Fans begin to boo as he turns and walks away from the belt. Stopping he shakes a finger, turning back in a hurry and snatching one strap of the XTV Championship, pulling it close to him. Sliding it up he slaps it over his shoulder and smiles. Heading to the back it seems his decision might have been made.

VASSA: “He’s Staying!! Oh this is awesome! TOLD YOU!!!”

The production cuts to one of the backstage corridors of the Bojangles Coliseum where we find Frankie Morrison strolling along by himself. As confident as ever, he holds his head high, strutting around as if he owned the place. Frankie Morrison cut around a corner and abruptly came to a stop. That confidence that Frankie oozed quickly dissipated as John Austin stood before him already dressed in his ring gear.

AUSTIN: “Well, well, well… If it isn’t Frankie Morrison.”

Frankie let out a sigh as he reached down and unfastened the buttons to his grey suit jacket.

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!”

John grabs Frankie by his suit jacket and holds him up against the wall with force. Morrison looks down at Austin’s two balled up fists before holding his hands up to plead his innocence.

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!”

John eases up slightly, releasing his grip of Frankie’s suit jacket while remaining uncomfortably close.

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.”

Suddenly, around the same corner that Frankie Morrison turned, Seamus O’Connor appears. He looks Austin and Morrison up and down and chuckles.

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.”

John looks over at Seamus with a “who is this guy?” type of look

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.”

John returns his attention back to Frankie

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.”

Seamus chuckles as he responses

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?”

Frankie Morrison takes a step back as Seamus O’Connor and John Austin close the gap between them locking into an intense stare down.

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.”

Morrison reaches outward, patting both O’Connor and Austin on the back, breaking their concentration. Instead of staring each other down, they turn their attention to Morrison. Sensing the tension rising, Morrison slowly backs away as the production cuts away.

UNDERCARD
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!”

*STATIC, STATIC*

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “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.”

“Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson blares as the lights flash black and forth. They come back to a steady and standing atop the walkway is Otto Corban.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

He looks put around him before holding his arms out and doing a three sixty. The fans in attendance booing while there is some cheers stirring up. He lowers his head letting his long blonde hair drift over his face before he bends to a knee and taps his chest.

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

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

Stepping up to the steel steps he stops to make sure his boots are dry on the soles by sliding his feet along the apron before looking back to the crowd and pointing to them. Strutting up the steel steps he steps inside the ring where he continues to strut to the center of the ring where he has the 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!!”

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

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…”

DING!!! DING!!!

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.”

Corban reaches up to the top rope with his long arms and pulls himself up to his feet without taking his eyes off of Scotty Addams. Addams charges across the ring and Corban dips his shoulder, sending him up and over the top rope with a back body drop. Addams grabs ahold of the top rope and manages to pull himself down, landing onto the apron on his knees. He leaps up and catches Corban in the back of the head with an enzguri kick! Corban drops down to one knee as Addams gets himself into position. As Corban stands back up, Addams leaps up onto the top rope and connects with a springboard dropkick that sends Corban across the ring! Corban rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Addams rolls out of the ring from a different side and quickly circles around. He charges around the ring and leaps off of the steel steps, hitting Corban between the eyes with a leaping forearm smash! Corban drops down to the arena floor as Addams looks out to the crowd, confident by his performance. He lifts Corban up and quickly rolls him back into the ring.

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!”

Addams is immediately to his feet and lays into Corban with boots to the chest while holding onto the ropes. Corban tries his best to cover up, deflecting the kicks as best as he can. He rolls under the ropes and onto the apron. Addams reaches over the top rope and drags Corban up to his feet by his hair. Corban throws an unsuspecting knee through the ropes, connecting with Scotty’s midsection. Corban breaks free momentarily and grabs Scotty Addams by the back of the head. He runs along the apron and slams Scotty Addams, face first, into the top turnbuckle. Scotty Addams staggers away from the corner. Corban leaps up and springboards off of the top rope, secures a front face lock, and drives Scotty Addams down with a DDT. He rolls Scotty onto his back and hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Corban lines Addams up; as soon as he stands he is flattened by a clothesline. Corban follows through on the clothesline and heads towards the ropes. He rebounds and zeros in on Scotty Addams as he pulls himself up to his feet. Corban leaps into the air and connects with a superman punch to the jaw. Addams drop down to the canvass but Corban is relentless. Corban falls forward, connecting with a head butt and then hops up to his feet quickly only to drop back down with an elbow drop across the chest. Corban scrapes Addams off of the canvass and whips him across the ring. On the rebound Corban lifts Addams into the air, spins him around, and then drops him across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Corban falls onto Addams for the cover.

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…”

Addams rolls towards the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet. He turns around and faces Corban, instantly being hit with a stiff European uppercut. Addams falls back but is caught by the ropes. He bounced back towards Corban and gets a second European uppercut for his troubles. Addams is out on his feet, leaning back, only standing with the support of the ring ropes. Corban keeps the strikes coming, following up with a stiff elbow strike that knocks Addams off of his feet. Corban reaches down and grabs onto one of Addams’ arm, pulling him away from the ropes before dropping down into a fujiwara armbar! He drops his weight onto his opponents back as he rips his arm upwards. Addams squirms and unsuccessfully reaches for the ropes. Addams pushes off of the canvass with his free arm and gets to his hands and knees. He quickly rolls his body underneath Corban, rolling him over onto his neck and shoulders.

ONE

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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.”

Scotty Addams makes it to his knees and gets caught with a stand side kick to the side of the head. Corban stands over his opponent at the shoulder and drops down into a leg drop. He pops back up to his feet and immediately tries for a second leg drop but Scotty Addams rolls out of the way. Addams explodes up and nails a shining wizard as Corban tried to rise to his feet. Addams watched as Corban crawls towards the rope and waits for him to stand. He instantly plants a foot into Corban’s and then drives him down onto the mat with a double arm DDT. Addams lands near the ropes and rolls underneath the ropes. He climbs to his feet and holds onto the the top rope before using it like a slingshot and sending himself over the top, back into the ring. While in the air, he flips and crashes down onto Corban’s torso with a senton splash. Addams sticks the landing and hooks a leg as he keeps his back pressed against Corban’s chest.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Both Corban and Addams climb to their feet together. Corban throws an overhead right hand but Addams ducks underneath. Addams turns around and begins unloading on him with stiff kicks to the thigh and knee. Addams backs Corban into the corner and whips him to the opposite corner of the ring. Addams follows pursuit and crushes him with a stinger splash! As Addams lands back to his feet he grabs Corban’s wrist and whips back to the original corner. Addams charges his opponent again, this time jumping up onto the second and then flipping Corban backwards with a monkey flip. Addams scoops Corban up and lifts him up for a suplex. Instead of dropping backwards he drapes him over the top rope and then drives him down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker! Addams quickly covers Corban and hooks a leg.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Scotty Addams claps his hands together three times while focusing on the referee. He turns his attention back to Otto Corban and lifts him off of the ground with a front face lock. Corban wraps his arms around Addams’ waist and drives him back first into the corner. Corban breaks free of Addams grasp and takes a step back. Addams staggers out of the corner and is quickly slammed to the ground by an Alabama Slam! Corban lifts Addams up, holding him still with a front face lock. He swings his free arm underneath Addams while turning around, looking for the Ottochanic. Addams manages to shove Corban in the back at the right time, escaping his signature move. Addams quickly lifts Corban onto his shoulders with an inverted fireman’s carry and marches to the center of the ring. He swings Corban down into a sitout pile driver, finishing off the Platinum Driver! Addams sits down on Corban’s chest and pulls up one of his legs for added leverage.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

“Through My Eyes” by Threat Signal follows the closing bell as the official raises Scotty Addams’ hand into the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, SCOTTY AADDDDAAMMSS!!!”

The cameras cut backstage to an abnormally quiet locker room of Cyrus Riddle. As he sits inside of his locker space, his eyes are closed with his head tilted back. The seconds go by before he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, looking over to the left of the room.

RIDDLE: “So… you ready for this?”

Rorie looks over at Cyrus from where she sits in the room. She was filing her nails, as if she was bored. But she wasn’t. It was the easiest way for her to focus.

STEELE: “Cyrus, I’ve been ready since I came to 4CW. How about you? You feeling good?”

Cyrus nods his head and stands up, walking over to Rorie, kneeling down in front of her.

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.”

Rorie smirks at Cyrus.

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.”

She smiled genuinely at him.

STEELE: “But also you’re a cunt.”

Cyrus laughs as he looks at her, finally settling down to a smirk.

RIDDLE: “I’ll accept that… and in return, you’re the cleanest, finest slag I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.”

She does a mock curtsy while still sitting down.

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.”

He stands and grabs Rorie’s hand, helping her to her feet to stand in front of him.

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?”

Cyrus leans in closer, placing his mouth near her ear with a serious look on his face. His voice volume lowers a bit.

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?”

A sadistic smirk came across Rorie’s face almost instantly. She gently tapped him on the cheek a few times.

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.”

She winks at him and he returns a smile, more mischievous than jovial.

RIDDLE: “I’ll do you one better, I’ll show you in a bit.”

Cyrus and Rorie share a look of determination as Riddle steps backward out of camera view, leaving the focus on a sinister looking Rorie.

UNDERCARD
KAT JONES VS. SEAMUS O’CONNOR

The show cuts back to ringside with Johnson and Vassa.

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!”

“Release me”

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

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, 4CW’s resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

“No remnants were ever found of it

Feeling the hot bile

With every fake smile

Though no evidence was ever found

It never went away completely”

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

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

“I try to hide from the unholy sound of it

Another day gone

Another night’s dawn”

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

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.”

The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights, as “The Spicy McHaggis Jig” by Dropkick Murphy plays.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

Seamus comes with a shillelah in one hand while looking over the crowd.

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

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

JOHNSON: ”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.”

DING!!! DING!!!

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!”

As Kat continues to use her surge to keep the momentum going, she strikes away at the legs of Seamus before locking in a figure four leg lock on Seamus as she puts pressure on those worked legs of Seamus. Seamus can feel the tightening of his legs as he is quickly able to crawl and grab the bottom of the rope forcing Kat to release the hold. Kat doesn’t let that stop her, though, as she reaches down and grabs Seamus but Seamus surprises her by striking upwards and headbutting Kat straight in the face. Seamus gets to his feet and takes advantage of the quick vulnerability of Kat by plowing her with a clothesline. Seamus starts to stomp away at the head of Kat as the fighting spirit of Seamus pulsates through his veins. Seamus lashes Kat into the ropes before capitalizing with a nice gut buster check into Kat sending her down hard into the canvas. Seamus drops down and hooks the leg of Kat.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Seamus stays in control of the match as he continues to keep Kat off balance and plants her with a simple suplex. As Kat gets back to her feet, Seamus grabs her and starts to charge towards the ropes as he connects with a running powerslam as Kat grabs her back reeling from the impact of that slam. Seamus brushes the ropes before introducing a knee drop straight into the face of Kat. Seamus goes for the cover again.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Seamus brings Kat to her feet as he keeps the offensive tempo of this match going by reeling her into the ropes. Seamus tries to grab Kat as she comes reeling back his way, but Kat sends a strong upwards kick into the face of Seamus before grabbing a hold of him and running towards the opposite side of the ropes as she takes Seamus into the mat with a bulldog. Kat shows her offensive prowess by whipping Seamus into the ropes before connecting with an impressive inverted atomic drop. Kat hooks the leg of Seamus.

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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?”

Feeling the advantage is back in her corner, she bounces off the ropes and comes back towards a Seamus who is getting back to his feet and clocks him straight leveled in the head with a spinning heel kick. As Seamus starts to get up slowly, Kat rushes off the ropes once more before continuing her assault on Seamus as she decks him with an insuguri. Kat drops down and covers Seamus quickly.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

As Kat attempts a belly to back, Seamus holds his ground before bringing up a knee straight into the gut of Kat as he knocks the wind out of her. Seamus whips Kat into the ropes before planting her square in the middle of the ring with a spinebuster. Seamus doesn’t leave any stone unturned before he heads up to the top rope. Seamus positions himself as Kat starts to slowly get back up to her feet. As she does, she turns around only to be greeted by Seamus who jumps off the top rope and plants Kat straight in head with an ax handle sending Kat down into the mat. Feeling satisfied, Seamus drops down and covers Kat.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

Both stars get back to their feet as the resilience is definitive for both Kat and Seamus. An exchange of fists occurs between the two as with each passing strike, the next one becomes that much more effective. Kat switches it up in an effort to gain some space from Seamus as she starts to release more chops to the chest only for Seamus to respond with closed right jabs to the jaw. Seamus grabs Kat and whips her into the ropes. As Kat bounces off them, Seamus goes for a big boot, but Kat grabs the ropes to stop her projection towards Seamus. After the big boot attempt, Kat moves in quickly and grabs Seamus taking him into the mat with the Freaked Out. Kat immediately drops down feeling this could be it as she goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Kat shows a slight frustration as she was milliseconds away from winning this match. This doesn’t distract her, however, as she looks to put the finishing touches on this match. Seamus slowly gets back to his feet as Kat moves in on him. She guts Seamus and grabs him by the neck as she looks for the KAT-ASTROPHE but Seamus uses the leverage of his feet from going down into the mat and sends some closed right shots straight into the side of Kat as her hold on him is weakening. After a few more shots, Kat finally releases the hold and allows Seamus to escape but instead of drawing himself back, he goes back forward and grabs Kat and delivers the sit out spinebuster leveling Kat right into the mat. Seamus just hooks the leg as he tries to keep Kat’s shoulders in the mat.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

As Seamus regroups momentarily, Kat starts to slowly get back to her feet just showing the fight resting within her. Seamus shakes his head as he looks to end this once and for all. As he runs at her and goes for the Irish Kiss, Kat grabs Seamus in his tracks and tries to go for the KAT-ASTROPHE once more but Seamus once again stopping himself from letting it happen as this time, he guts her straight in the abdomen causing Kat to release Seamus as Seamus uses the opportunity to grab Kat and sending her into the mat with the Irish Kiss. Seamus drops to his knees and catches his breathe briefly before hooking Kat’s leg and going for the cover.

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TWO

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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!”

Seamus continues to celebrate in the ring as Adrenaline cuts backstage.

SECURITY 1: “All clear outside Wallace’s office.”

Built like a brick shithouse and possibly on par with intelligence, one of the 2 gorilla-esque security detail stationed outside the office of Perry Wallace speaks into a two-way radio that looks like a child’s toy in his hand.

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.”

Shrugging, the second security guard turns his attention back down the corridor towards a couple of nameless crew members are gathered together in discussion. He tries to eavesdrop as his partner nudges him hard in the ribs.

SECURITY 2: “Knock it off, I wanna hear what these peons are on about.”

However the apparent peons hear his protest and scatter like cockroaches provoking a sigh.

SECURITY 2: “The hell-”

He doesn’t finish as he quickly realizes why his partner was trying to draw his attention. Click, clack, click, clack… Black high heels shined up so that the right angle might see up the slate pencil skirt that hugs some serious curves and shows enough leg to keep things interesting. A matching suit jacket with seemingly very little else beside a black lacy bra beneath continues the figure flattering trend leading up to a somewhat unimpressed cherry-lacquered smile of a brunette whose messy updo tumbles out almost deliberately in places.

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?”

She stops, that unimpressed smile shifting into one of more amusement.

WOMAN: “Wasn’t aware I needed one, was told to come here if I wanted to speak to Perry Wallace.”

Her voice comes across unassuming soft yet wickedly direct.

SECURITY 2: “State your business.”

Raising an eyebrow, she looks at them both before shifting her pile of documents once more.

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…”

Both security look to each other, unsure how to respond when a decision like the voice of God himself directing traffic booms from behind the door.

WALLACE: “Why are you keeping the lady waiting? Let her through, idiots.”

Stepping aside like the red sea in front of Moses, the security step aside allowing her to pass. One of the security guys does his best to disguise the deep inhalation he takes as she passes which seems to go somewhat unnoticed at least until the door slams behind her.

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…”

Perry realizes the errant camera person, clearly as intrigued with the situation, somehow managed to sneak into his office.

WALLACE: “Damn it! Get out of here!”

The camera fades backstage and you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell walking down the hallway with his head down. CJ is dressed in his ring attire and looks to be very focused for his upcoming tag match against Omerta member Dakota Smith and Erron Wilder. CJ turns the corner to a long hallway and bumps into someone.

O’DONNELL: “Watch out!!”

As Caleb looks up and notices it is …

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.”

CJ smiles but Cyrus does not look amused by his comment. He shakes his head at CJ before returning a smile of his own.

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.”

Caleb snickers at that remark and shakes his head.

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…”

Caleb turns around as Riddle stands there with a serious look on his face.

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 nods his head in agreement.

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?”

Caleb turns around and faces “The Archetype” and stares at him in the eyes.

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 looks to the side for a moment before turning his attention back to CJ.

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!”

Cyrus laughs, amused by the remark of him being 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.”

As Caleb runs his hands through his facial hair and it is like a light bulb goes off.

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?”

Cyrus runs his hand over his head, thinking. After a few additional seconds, he surprisingly extends his hand.

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.”

Caleb extends his hand to shake on it.

O’DONNELL: “Fine by me. Good luck tonight Cyrus. Finish what we started and get that thirtieth title reign. I’ll be watching closely.”

A sinister smirk appears on Riddle’s face.

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.”

CJ looks down at his hand and keeps it there until Cyrus shakes it with a firm grasp.

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.”

As you get one last look of The Distinguished and The Archetype shaking hands before going to back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
JOHN AUSTIN VS. BRYAN LAUGHLIN

Adrenaline cuts once again back to ring side with Johnson and Vassa.

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!”

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

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

John appears at the curtains with his head down. He jumps up and down and looks to be talking to himself. He raises his fist up in the air and begins walking to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands along the way.

John gets to the ring and slides in like only the best do. He takes off his vest and throws it over the ropes. He sits down in the corner and awaits his opponent

JOHNSON: ”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!”

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

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

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

“Judge me for what I am

The passage of death

You don’t play, you don’t win

You change nothing

You gain nothing

Everybody’s out from here on in”

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

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!”

DING!!! DING!!!

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!”

Laughlin starts to fight back as he tries to wiggle out of the headlock that Austin has maintained an excellent job in keeping locked in on Laughlin. Laughlin starts to force himself to his feet when he starts to throw his head back into the face of Austin causing enough of a distraction for Austin to release the hold. As Laughlin gets freed, he charges off the ropes and grapples with a still offset Laughlin as he completes a spinning double A spinebuster planting Laughlin into the center of the ring. Austin goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Austin goes for a german suplex in the hopes of keeping Laughlin guessing but Laughin flips behind him and lands on his feet as he spins Austin around and collides taking Austin down with a jumping double knee. Laughlin leverages against the ropes before landing a jumping double stomp right into the face of Austin. Laughlin goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Laughlin appears to be in control of the match now as he looks to take a page out of Austin’s book by now keeping Austin guessing and changes up his tempo by heading to the top rope. Austin gets back to his feet and turns around right into a missile dropkick from Laughlin. Laughlin grabs Austin and takes Austin down with a belly to belly suplex that sends Austin reeling towards the corner turnbuckle. Laughlin hurls over Austin with a handstand walk that he turns into a knee drop straight into the jaw of Austin. Laughlin goes for the cover again.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

Austin is able to get back to his feet as Laughlin closes in on him again. As Laughlin attempts another suplex, Austin uses the opportunity to a blind spot from the referee and actually sends his thumbs into the eyes of Laughlin. As Laughlin tries to adjust his eyes and blinks as he holds onto his face, Austin uses this opportunity to send some stiff kicks all over into the body of Laughlin. Austin kicks on with fury as he just continues to unleash on Laughlin before finishing off the assault with a vertical suplex taking Laughlin down into the mat. Austin goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

Austin whips Laughlin into the corner turnbuckle before dishing out some flair like chops into the chest of Laughlin. He continues to do this all the while making each and every chop more painful than the last. Austin then grabs Laughlin and connects with the Oklahoma Stampede sending Laughlin hard into the mat. Austin simply covers Laughlin once again as he goes for another cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

As Austin reaches down to continue his assault on Laughlin, Laughlin quickly jolts Austin with a knife edge chop uppercut that stops Austin right in his tracks. This allows Laughlin to get to his feet quickly just as Austin gets himself back into form. Laughlin locks him with an under hook and starts hammering away at him with vicious headbutt after vicious headbutt. After a flurry of headbutts, Laughlin jumps up again and hits a double knee that takes Austin back down into the mat. Laughlin heads to the top rope and measures Austin before diving off and connecting with a diving headbutt into Austin. Laughlin follows it up with a cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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.”

Not to Laughlin’s surprise, he continues to work on Austin by locking him in a camel clutch all the while sending headbutts into the back of Austin’s head. Laughlin starts to grow with intensity as he just relentlessly sends more headbutts into the back of Austin as Austin starts to grow dizzy with the continued strikes to the back of his head. As the lock strengthens, Austin starts to fade but after a few moments, Austin actually starts to fight back much to the surprise of Laughlin. With a risky move, Austin actually thrusts his head back into the face of Laughlin as Laughlin is hit so hard, that he actually releases the hold on Austin. Austin turns around takes Laughlin down with a sideslam. Austin starts to amp himself up as he waits for Laughlin, who’s starting to get back to his feet, as he moves behind Laughlin and hits the Tres Diablos and by the third, uses his strength to hurl Laughlin across the ring. Austin goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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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!”

Austin shakes his head as he realizes what he needs to do in order to finish this match. Austin stares as Laughlin is slow to get back to his feet. Austin gives a gesture cut across his throat as he looks to end this right here. Laughlin gets up and Austin grabs him as he goes for the Nail in the Coffin. Austin appears to have him right where he wants him, but Laughlin starts to cause a struggle as he slips behind Austin escaping much to the surprise of Austin. Laughlin spins Austin around and lifts him up to his shoulders before completing the GMA out of nowhere which stuns Austin into the mat. Laughlin goes for the cover as he hooks the leg of Austin.

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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!”

Laughlin’s hand is raised as he celebrates his victory before the show cuts backstage.

Heading backstage now we find Jett Wilder after having competed earlier in the night with Jason Cashe. Still looking like he’s been through hell and back, Jett is standing by with his mother who is looking nervous as well. Icing himself down Jett Wilder despite having had a hard gritty fight still doesn’t seem to be totally focused.

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.”

Looking down at Jett, Carmella seems a bit distant right now looking at her phone as she presses the ice bag down on his head again.

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.”

Jett shakes his head annoyed as his mother walks off now, making a call as she does. However when she walks away the sound of steps pulls Jett’s attention from the ground up as his eyes go wide. Like a movie you can audibly hear Jett swallow as coming into the frame now is Desiree Drake. With a sultry look on her face, Desiree looks at Jett. As she eyes him up and down, then up again, she cracks a faint smile.

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…”

The look on her face transitions into a smirk as she takes her hands and rests them against her chest for a moment. The momentary rest is quickly moved to a flick of her luscious blonde hair over her shoulders to her back. Never letting her eyes loose Jett’s, she lets out a softer tone before speaking once more.

DRAKE: “Is it okay if I have a moment of your time?”

Looking at her wide eyed and nervous Jett is left blank faced for a moment before his instincts kick in. He starts to look around expecting some sort of ruse or prank on him, not thinking this could be real. But willing to go along with it in hopes.

J. WILDER: “Y–ye——yes!.”

Stuttering before he can blurt out his reply, rather loudly at that. Desiree continues to smile as she lifts her right hand and rests it on Jett’s shoulder.

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.”

Looking at her hand a bit stunned he is barely able to maintain eye contact. Seeming to really have an internal struggle going on.

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.”

Desiree slowly moves her hand from Jett’s shoulder down to his pectoral muscle. Look at him with the sweetest smile possible, she begins to speak.

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?”

Staring at her like a dog would it’s owner while holding a treat, she could almost tell him anything and he’d listen.

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.”

Jett looking to be a bit stressed out but also completely enamored with her. Desiree shrugs her shoulders as she backs up slightly from Jett.

DRAKE: “Well, I respect that. If you ever want to just talk about things, you know where to find me.”

Seeming to sense that she is pulling away now Jett quickly tries to say what he thinks she wants to hear.

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.”

Desiree flashes a smile as she slowly backs away from Jett. .

DRAKE: ”Yeah, I’ll definitely catch you around. See you later, stud.”

Desiree then walks out of camera view as the scene fades out .

Perry Wallace, accompanied by Audrey James, looking ravishing enter the stage, flanked by his two security guards. They walk to the ring in a very businesslike manner. Perry climbs up the stairs, Audrey close behind, as Perry lifts the ropes, making it easier for her to climb in. As she does, she bends just enough to spark Perry’s imagination, and you can tell he’s a bit taken by it.

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!”

As they get to the center of the ring, Perry moves over to the opposite side and grabs a microphone. Putting the mic up to his mouth, he begins speaking, but no noise emits. He taps the top of it, and hears nothing.

JOHNSON: “We’re experiencing some technical difficulties folks.”

Frustration crossing his face, he exchanges the microphone for another, with the same result. Shaking his head in frustration, he sends the two goons backstage, barking something about Unstable messing with his moment.

WALLACE: “What the hell is going on with my show?”

Perry looks over at Audrey.

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.”

Catching something out of the corner of his eye, he looks over, and sees a very animated Matt Meyhu, waving to get his attention, and smiling.

JOHNSON: “Why does that man look familiar?”

Growing red in the face, Wallace stares at Meyhu momentarily before breaking the short silence.

WALLACE: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING AT MY SHOW!!!”

As Perry mouths off at Matt Meyu who taunts from ringside, the woman known as Audrey James seems to quickly dig into her suit jacket pocket and palms something into her mouth before digging her nails into her hairline and pulling back what’s revealed as a brunette wig releasing a flurry of red.

VASSA: “UH-OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: “This can’t be happening!”

Chaos ensues as Perry turns back towards the woman introduced as Audrey James, but quickly revealed as the redhead Unstable member from another promotion and girlfriend of Matt Meyhu, the ‘Distorted Angel’ Amber Ryan who violently spits a flurry of thumbtacks into Wallace’s face. He staggers back prompting Matt Meyhu to jump the barricade and hit the ring.

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!”

Staggering, blinded a touch more than momentarily by the tacks, he moves straight into the line of fire for Matt Meyhu to devastate Perry with a super kick but instead of gloating, Matt quickly drags Perry back to his feet and whips him into the ropes before lifting the stunned Wallace into a lifting flapjack that Amber combines with falling X-factor. Both roll to their feet and embrace with a smile, enjoying the moment while it lasts.

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!!!”

As Perry lies on the mat, Omertà comes running from backstage, Dakota leading the charge, but halfway down the ramp, we see the cameraman at ringside reveal himself as CJ O’Donnell.

JOHNSON: “It’s CJ!”

CJ’s the first to head off Omertà, tackling Dakota, and raining blows into his face. Then we see popcorn flying in the crowd and Darryl Wallace, dressed as a popcorn vender, hops the barricade, and clotheslines Erron Wilder, turning him inside out.

VASSA: “Now Darryl is out here and Omertà is getting picked off one by one!”

Jason Cashe wiggles his way from beneath the ring, driving a shoulder into the midsection of Cyrus Riddle and then raining blows onto the side of his head as Cyrus covers to prevent clean shots.

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.”

CJ and Dakota each take turns rolling into a mounted position, exchanging stiff right hands as they roll around the entranceway. Darryl Wallace lifts Erron Wilder up with his two massive hands wrapped tight around Erron’s neck before sending him back first into the barricade. Suddenly one of the arena’s security guards jumps the barricade, pulling a black baseball cap off of his head and tossing a pair of glasses aside; revealing himself to be Chris Madison. Madison joins Cashe, standing side by side, as they lay into the one time member of the Unstable, Cyrus Riddle.

VASSA: “This is complete and utter chaos!”

JOHNSON: “An elaborate trap has been perfectly sprung on Perry Wallace and Omertà”

The 4CW Champ manages to get the upperhand on CJ O’Donnell, freeing himself momentarily to see his Omertà brethren on the wrong side of an ass whooping. Dakota charges around the ring towards Madison and Cashe, leaping up and hitting the both of them with a double clothesline from behind. Madison and Cashe drop down one knee, giving Riddle enough space to collect himself. Riddle and Dakota begin hammering away with right hands at the 4CW Pride Champion and the 4CW XTV Champion respectively. Meyhu and Amber Ryan climb out of the ring to join in on the action, clubbing Riddle and Dakota from behind. They grab ahold of Riddle and roll him into the ring, leaving Dakota for Cashe and Madison. Madison grabs Dakota from behind, trapping his arms, rendering him defenseless as Cashe unloads on the 4CW Champion. O’Donnell joins Darryl Wallace on the side of the ring and the two simultaneously stomp away at Erron Wilder as he tries his best to cover up.

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?”

And just like that, event security burst through the curtain in full force. Running in a cluster of nearly a dozen, they charge the ring, catching Unstable’s attention as the crowd reacts with a mixture of boos, wanting the fight to continue.

VASSA: “Damn Steve, care to predict anything else for us here tonight? Maybe you can give me the numbers for tonight’s lottery drawing.”

Pulling Erron up to his feet, Darryl holds his arms behind him as CJ unloads with a fist to the stomach. As CJ draws his fist back, Erron then slams his head forward, crushing CJ right between the eyes with a headbutt. Erron then pops his head backwards, planting the back across the bridge of Darryl’s nose, forcing him to release his hold. Erron then kicks CJ in the stomach before grabbing him by the head and throwing him head first into the barricade. Turning around in an instant, Erron then kicks his foot up, driving it between Darryl’s legs and into his crotch.

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!”

Tackling Erron from behind, a member of the security quickly subdues him as two others split from the pack and contain CJ and Darryl.

JOHNSON: “Well that’s three taken out of the equation.”

VASSA: “And now they’re moving to the other side of the ring.”

With Dakota held tightly, Madison keeps him in place as Cashe unloads with a fury of punches. Cashe quickly spots the security and then grabs Dakota by the arm, ripping him away from Madison and throwing him into the nearby ring steps. Unaware of what is happening, Madison’s eyes quickly light up as security grabs ahold of his shoulder, spinning him around. With two men in front of him, Madison takes notices of the security embroidered shirts. Holding both hands up, he doesn’t give any fight as other members of security race on by. Cashe lunges towards them with a right hand, crushing his fist into the jaw of one of the security members but before he can withdraw his fist, another security member wraps him up and tackles him to the floor. Madison drops his hands and quickly jumps to Cashe’s aid. He grabs the security guard by the back of the shirt and his waistband, lifting him off of Cashe. Madison drives his knee repeatedly up into the ribs of the security guard before tossing him aside into the barricade. The two guards that were standing by Madison jump into action, wrapping Madison and Cashe up from behind and tackling them down to the arena floor.

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!”

With Cashe and Madison down on the floor covered by security, Dakota bursts back into the picture and delivers a brain rattling blow to the back of one of the security members head. Dakota then peels him away from Cashe before tossing him aside. With a maniacal grin on his face, Dakota slowly turns to Cashe and with both fists clenched together, Dakota swings downward and plants them both into Cashe’s chest cavity. With Cashe gasping for air underneath, Dakota then raises both arms for another near fatal blow but before he begins to swing downward, another member of security leaps over the pile of bodies and knocks him off of Cashe, tackling him to the floor.

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.”

With six of the nine contained, that just leaves Amber and Meyhu in the ring with Riddle and Wallace balled up in one of the corners. Circling Riddle’s body, the two hear the commotion on the outside of the ring and turn to it, only to see the fight broken up by a flood of event security.

VASSA: “Jesus! More security is rolling out from the back!”

Half a dozen more security members race down the ramp, joining their partners. They then surround the entire ring, leaving Amber and Meyhu nowhere to escape. With everyone else held back by individual security members, the two Unstable members in the ring look to one another.

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.”

Meyhu then turns his attention to Riddle and grabs him by the head, rolling him over to his stomach and then pulling him up to his feet. In the blink of an eye, Riddle bursts forward, driving his shoulder into Meyhu’s stomach. Amber quickly attacks him from behind with forearm shots to the back. Ignoring the blows from behind, Riddle wraps Meyhu up and then lifts him into the air before planting him into the canvas, driving his shoulder into his mid-section once again as the two hit the mat. Amber then tries to pull Riddle off of Meyhu and with everyone’s attention focused on the fight, security begin sliding into the ring.

JOHNSON: “It looks like this won’t be lasting much longer!”

VASSA: “GODDAMNIT!!! Don’t break it up!”

Two members of security grab ahold of Amber by the arms and drag her away from Riddle’s back. Riddle and Meyhu exchange punches before the scuffle quickly gets broken up. Wrapping an arm around Riddle’s neck, security pull him off of Meyhu and drag him to the other side of the ring. Another member of security then jumps on top of Meyhu, keeping him pinned to the mat. With everyone in Unstable and Omertà separated and contained, the remaining members of security then check in with Wallace who is still down in the corner.

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!”

UNDERCARD
VICTOR CASSIUS VS. CHRIS MADISON

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

“Viol (Brodinski Remix)” hits, and the lights start to fluctuate wildly to the beat of the song. Desiree Drake steps out from the entry-way first, a smug, self-satisfied look on her face as she flaunts her curves to the audience. Soon after her comes Charity Skye, a much more genuine smile on her features as she also flaunts herself, a little less vindictively toward the audience, the floor around them now covered in a purplish haze of smoke. Victor makes his way out slowly to a chorus of boos, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched as he soaks up the attention, both women taking up a lascivious pose to either side of him, arms outstretched as they press to his sides and he smirks knowingly.

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!!!”

Both women take the lead then, and Victor follows behind, his robe flowing as his managers make their way toward the ring, Desiree rolling her eyes at the crowd as Charity smiles brightly. Victor jaws with some of the audience on the way, showing off his physique to some of the female members of the audience as well as both women scale the apron from opposite sides, sitting in sensual poses as Victor slides under the ropes between them. He finds his way to his feet once more as both women step in, making his way to the center of the ring, where he stands arms outstretched again. Charity and Desiree strip him of his robe then, and Victor smirks, dropping to his knees with a grin to let the crowd soak up his arrogance before nipping back up, having a few choice words with the official before leaning confidently in his corner to await the start of the match as his managers step out of the ring.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

“We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist. 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!!!”

Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.

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.”

After handing the championship to a member of the ringside crew, Madison turns back to face the center of the ring where the official awaits. Looking to the corner of Cassius, the official quickly gets the okay. He then turns to Madison who stares straight ahead with no emotion. After a slow nod, Madison then begins bouncing back and forth, giving off the impression that he’s ready for the sound of the bell. With both men ready to get down to business, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

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.”

Pushing himself up to one knee, Cassius looks to the outside of the ring at the two lovely ladies who accompanied him. He then turns his attention back to Madison as he pushes himself up to his feet. Grabbing Madison by the arm, Cassius pulls him up and delivers another forearm smash to the side of the head. Spinning Madison around, he then wraps him up only to then lift him up from his feet and drives his head into the canvas with a German suplex. Back to his feet, Cassius then makes his way over to the corner where he ascends to the top. With his back to the ring, Cassius peers over the crowd before leaping away and doing a backflip in mid air, coming down and landing across Madison’s body with the moonsault. Cassius then hooks the leg as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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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.”

Looking up at the official in frustration, Cassius quickly pushes himself up and speaks his mind. Backing the ref up across the ring, Cassius argues about the count, giving Madison a little extra time to himself to regain his focus. Cassius then turns back to Madison and makes his way over to him with a bit of cockiness in his step. Grabbing Madison by the head, Cassius rolls him over to his stomach and then pulls him up to one knee. Holding Madison’s head with one hand, Cassius then begins delivering punch after punch to Madison’s face. He then pulls Madison up to his feet and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Just as Cassius goes to release Madison, the whip is counted and Madison sends him running to the ropes instead. Quick on his feet, Cassius leaps into the air and plants both feet onto the middle rope. Bouncing off with the springboard, Cassius spins his body and goes for Madison’s head with a spinning heel kick. After dodging the head shot, Madison grabs ahold of his leg and pulls him inward, trapping his leg while lifting Cassius into the air and driving him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex variation.

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!”

Bursting up to his feet in a new found wave of energy, Madison stretches his arms to the side while roaring straight into the air. He then spins in place and locks his eyes on Cassius who is still feeling the after effects of that devastating suplex. Not wasting anytime, Madison makes his way over to him and grabs him underneath the shoulder, pulling him to his feet. Positioning himself behind Cassius, Madison then lifts him into the air and drops him back to the mat with a pump-handle slam. The ring rattles upon the impact of that move and the fans erupt into an explosion of cheers. Madison then stands tall and quickly pulls Cassius up to his feet. Positioning his head underneath Cassius’ arm, Madison wraps him up around the waist and then lifts him into the air, flipping him over to his back with a northern lights suplex.

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.”

The two both then begin climbing back to their feet, Madison standing first as Cassius is slower to after the power moves. As Madison closes in, Cassius pops up and throws a haymaker for Madison’s head. Ducking out of the way, Madison steps in behind Cassius and applies a half nelson and then lifts him up, driving his head into the mat with another suplex variation. Cassius rolls across the ring but pushes himself up in a bit of a daze. Moving in on him, Madison goes for a double axe handle but before he can swing downward, Cassius drives his elbow into Madison’s stomach. Madison lunges over from the blow as Cassius stands.

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!”

Covering Cassius, Madison hooks his leg as the official drops down beside them with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin fall, he is the 4CW Pride Champion… CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

Coming around the corner as the cameras turn backstage is XTV Champion, Jason Cashe. Earbud headphones stuck in each ear, his eyes are closed as he is wildin out with wacky upper body dancing. No worries as he strolls down the hallway having fun with the rest of his night. No apparent concerns over potential attacks nor does he seem to be out for blood himself. Jumping forward, Cashe double foot stomps into the ground and goes into a body swivel dance. His facial expression is off the charts as he enjoys the tune playing in his ears. Letting his voice whisper out in song along with the lyrics.

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?”

Holding out a hand as a sign to pause but continues rapping to the song.

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!”

The last “uhh” he gives a big thrust move as his eyes open and he stiffens with a freezing embarrassment. Standing before him, smiling, almost as embarrassed as he should be was the former Boardwalk Wrestling star, Psyche Devyne. In her hand is a piece of clothing folded up.

CASHE: ”Uhh…Sorry…Huh? Did you say something?”

Pulling his earbuds out, he tries to put on a smile but that wasn’t enough to erase what she couldn’t have not seen.

DEVYNE: ”Sorry… Did I startle you? I just… saw you dancing and thought I’d stop it from continuing. It was… interesting, love.”

She smiled wide at him, watching his reaction.

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..”

Moving to step past her, Cashe goes to reapply the earbuds to each ear. Psyche turns around quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him. She kept the smile on her face as he turned around.

DEVYNE: ”No, actually. I came… to bring this back to you.”

She raised her arm, holding out the fabric in her hand to him. Looking down at it, Cashe sticks his tongue through the two missing tooth grin. Moving his stare from the fabric to her he lets out a “heh” before slowly taking it from her.

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.”

She looks down for a moment, laughing quietly. Cashe lifts his “lucky” Beanie she had returned and begins to inhale it’s scents deeply through his nose. His eyes flicker and roll back for a moment. As she looks back at him, he pulls the beanie away like he wasn’t some weirdo.

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..”

Thinking of how he could get it to her, he scratches his head.

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.”

She smiled again, placing her hand on his arm, reassuring him that it was okay to keep.

DEVYNE: ”By the way… It’s lovely to… Finally ‘meet you in person’…”

She changed the subject quickly, using her long fingers to make air quotes.

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..”

Shrugging with a shit eating grin on his face. He probably expected to be hit but he fucked with everyone. This “Strange” Chick was no different. She thrust her arm out quickly, giving him a weak shove on the shoulder.

DEVYNE: ”I’ll kick your arse, love. Guaranteed.”

She glared up at him, but still had a smirk on her lips, clearly not angry with him. Him being him, he’d usually try to put the “game” on her with clever one liners or some form of his unnatural witty banter but this was different. She was the “enemies” buddy and that was a weird line in the sand. Shaking off the idea, he looks to thank her again and be on his way.

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…”

Her face was filled with confusion. She had basically come all this way… to see him. As he stopped to look back to her, she put her head down, frowning slightly. She opened her mouth for a second, but closed it. She tried to find her words, but didn’t know what else to say.

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!”

Looking around, his eyes widen as he scans the surrounding area. Moving away from her he peeks around a near corner connecting to another hallway.

DEVYNE: ”What is it?”

Even with nothing to back up his thought, he still questions it and her as he returns to where he had been standing before searching.

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?”

His expression to her started to change. If she had been luring him in for the trap, it was something he had to be ready for. Feeling his pockets, he found the bulge of his bag of weed. It was safe.

DEVYNE: ”A ‘PYT’? What? I’m not… I’m not here for Omerta, Jason. I’m not part of their team.”

Even hearing her, he wasn’t sold. He was often a man with tunnel vision and had his opinions set in his mind until it was proven otherwise. Always having trust issues his eyes stayed observing his surroundings but words came out in a whisper, almost speaking to himself like Devyne wasn’t there anymore.

CASHE: ”Let these motherfuckers come…Come on…where ya’ll at?”

DEVYNE: ”Jason… Jason…? CASHE!”

Snapping, Devyne grabs the XTV Champion with a handful of his beard and turns his face towards hers. His eyes focused into hers, a brief moment passes like slow motion had slowed time down. She had his full attention.

DEVYNE: ”I’m not. Here. For Omerta.”

She said the words slowly, trying to get him to understand. The whole time, she kept her eyes on his, never looking away. The look she gave him spoke for her, even if she hadn’t said anything. She wasn’t lying. This was the truth.

CASHE: ”Say Omerta again…That was kind of hot!”

Spirits seemed to change from paranoid to this puppy dog-staring, monkey-looking dude standing eyes locked on Psyche Devyne. He was clearly high but he had started smoking as soon as his match ended, this was a high for something else entirely. She smiled at him, laughing quietly to herself.

DEVYNE: ”Omerta.”

She rolled her eyes playfully.

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!”

Her head tilted to the side for a moment as she watched him. The guy was weird. But she already knew that.

DEVYNE: ”I’m doing fine, Jason. Anyways… I guess congratulations are in order for having awesome dance moves? I guess?”

Making a weird situation weirder, Cashe lets his eyes close slightly as his nose gets to work smelling. Devyne gives him a look wondering why he’d be smelling. It could be anything from her perfume to her breath. With him you just never knew.

CASHE: ”Ummm..Thanks? I was celebrating actually, I just signed a new contract. 4CW I guess isn’t getting rid of me anytime soon…”

Shrugging like it was no big deal, he let his eyes still break from her to check his surroundings. Deep down he just still didn’t know but he wanted to believe her. If for no other reason than to have the pleasure of smelling her and seeing her beauty.

DEVYNE: ”Really? Congratulations. I guess we’ll be working together… Kind of. I’ll be in Canada, but still.”

Her smile was big, as if she was excited over his news but his face was scrunched like something was wrong.

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?”

She looked excited about the idea.

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.”

Giving her an up and down glance, he gets a chill that comes over him. Don’t get excited he tells himself as his tongue rolls over his dry lips.

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.”

She winked at him. She started to turn away, but stopped, rethinking what she was doing.

DEVYNE: ”Or… you could skip it and come out for drinks instead?”

She looked hopeful, keeping her eyes on him.

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..”

She smiled big again. Her semi-forward approach seemed to have worked. She nodded at him.

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.”

She laughed, letting him go on his way as she made her way to the exit to do whatever needed. As he was about to turn the corner, he looked back. Shaking his head at the sight walking away.

CASHE: ”She is hotter than a melted Klondike bar! Mmmmm..”

UNDERCARD
CJ O’DONNELL & DARRYL WALLACE
VS.
DAKOTA SMITH & ERRON WILDER

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

“When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won’t regret when the sun sets

Cause I live my life like I’m a beast

I’m a mothafucking beast”

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

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

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

While I beat you in your head until you tire”

“I’m a motherfucking beast”

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

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

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

“I’ma motherfucking beast

I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

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

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

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

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

“I’m a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

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

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

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

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

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

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

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

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

I’m a motherfucking beast!”

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!”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “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!”

“Sludge GOd” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the theatre gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers.

POWERS: “And the opponents!”

Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face as he marches down to the ring.

“I’m a sludge God

I’m rather odd

Take your head like Mr Ichabod

Hit em hard showing no regard

Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred

Pull your card

Put u in the morgue

That’s just the way the LOC settle scores

Put me in the booth and press record

I serve em sludge and they beg for more”

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

He makes no time to stop for the audience, that is until he reaches the ring. He then bounces from one foot to the other, looking around the arena. A slight smirk grows on his lips before he bolts into the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He plants his fists down on the mat and pushes himself up. Then he circles the ring a few times before going to his corner and taking a seat, waiting for the match to begin.

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.”

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

“The siren sings a lonely song

Of all the wants and hungers

The lust of love, a brute desire

The ledge of life goes under”

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “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.”

Erron Wilder stood in the ring, fists balled up as he bounced up and down as CJ O’Donnell had taken his place into the ring. A confident smirk on his face soon disappeared as not even the Senior Official Larry Collins was quick enough to stop an enraged Wilder, who quickly ambushed CJ into his own corner, throwing quick melee of punches to the face and body as the referee rushed in to break Erron off of CJ. Erron looked to continue where he left off but the interference provided by the official gave CJ enough time to quickly recover as he met Erron with a boot to his face as Erron went down briefly. CJ had made his way back to his feet while Erron was getting back to his feet himself, wiping his face after that boot.

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.”

CJ mocks Erron as he goes to pick him up by his hair, as Erron was on one knee. CJ screamed and yelled into his face. Erron clapped back as he leaped up, using his head to headbutt CJ right under the chin as he fell back, holding the sides of his face from that jolt of a hit. Erron rushed and hit CJ with a clothesline. CJ worked his way back to his feet after taking that clothesline. Erron grabs him and places his head in a lock, looking to either deliver a DDT or a suplex. CJ tries to rustle his way out of the hold but Erron keeps that from occurring as he drops him with a DDT.

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!”

Erron gets back to his feet as he lifts CJ and with quickness, delivers a snapmare, leaving him in an upright position, Erron runs towards the opposite side of the ropes as he serves CJ with a taste of his boot, right to the kisser. CJ’s head bouncing off the mat, he laid there as Erron yelled out “OMERTA!” to the crowd, getting a half-and-half mix of reviews. Erron placed his attention back on CJ as he lifted him to an upright position on the mat once again. Stepping back a few steps, he rushed forward, flipping over while performing a neck snap on CJ who was quick to roll out of the way from further damage as he reached out but noticing he was on the opposite corner of his partner. Erron was quick to grab CJ as he lifted him up, grabbing his arm and performing an arm wrench that looked to be transitioned into a DDT. CJ reversed out of the transition hold as he had Erron’s back. He spun him around and jumped up to bring Erron down with a hurricanrana. CJ, using the ropes as he made his way back to his feet, Erron was right there with him as both made it to their feets the same time. Erron threw a punch that missed. CJ grabbed Erron and delivered a shoulder version of a jawbreaker, Erron bounced off, immediately grabbing his face. CJ spun him around before lifting him up and performing a high-angled backdrop suplex. CJ had crawled towards his corner as he reached out to Darryl Wallace, making the official tag.

JOHNSON: “Darryl is finally in this match. Looking to keep Erron away from tagging Dakota.”

VASSA: “Erron taking a good smack right now.”

Darryl came in and instantly began a ‘Stomp-a-thon’ on Erron as he was reeling from that backdrop. Darryl paused in his stomps to send Dakota and Erron both a symbolic middle finger as he dropped a knee down onto the back of Erron’s neck. He lifted Erron up as he looked to work on that neck area some more, performing a neckbreaker. Erron slowly began trying to turn and crawl to his corner but Darryl stopped his progress, lifting him once more before dropping him with a nice Fisherman suplex. Darryl drags Erron back closer to his corner as he tags back in CJ. Darryl locks Erron in a headlock as CJ delivered several stiff boots to the gut as Darryl had exited the ring.

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!”

CJ lifts him Erron up who is definitely worse for wear, taking high amount of damage and was needing that tag more than ever right now. CJ wasn’t done because as he stood Erron back up onto his feet, the unleash of Backhand chops led into a chorus of repeated “WOOO’s!” In the Charlotte crowd. CJ continued as he laid it on thick. Erron staggering, CJ leaped up and dropped him with a deadly Leaping Clothesline. CJ getting up, feeling it, he was in control of things right now and wasn’t looking to stop. CJ bent down and yelled something to Erron as he lifted him once again to his feet, letting him stand for several seconds, dizzily before grabbing and hoisting him up quickly over and out with a vertical suplex but Erron slid out of it midways as he had immediately hit the gas pedal and launched himself over towards his partner, a far reach but makeable as CJ tried to race back to keep from the tag being made but was late. Dakota came in hot like fire, a Yakuza kick, taking down CJ. CJ pops up and takes a stiff European uppercut to the jaw before getting jammed in the gut with a running knee lift, taking him up off the mat a couple inches. A Sit-Out Facebuster came next as Dakota planted CJ. He rolled him over for the cover.

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…”

Steve Johnson pointing out the fact that Dakota Smith was the one nearest to the apron and ring as the count was at SEVEN. He made his way in, rolling underneath the bottom ropes, looking to seal the match for Omerta in a way he might not be proud of but a win would be a win … However, as the count reaches NINE, Dakota slides right back outside the ring as the count gets reset. Dakota immediately aims for CJ as he places his head between his legs, looking at the crowd, he looks to go for what was assumed to be a powerbomb on him, but CJ at the last moment raises up, lifting Dakota up and over, escaping out of what could’ve been. CJ goes over as he helps Darryl up the rest of the way. Grabbing Erron, both of them look at each other before lifting him up and dropping him with a vertical suplex, right onto the barricade. The crowd Ooh’s as they hear the impact from that collision.

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.”

The duo walks over to Dakota who was up currently on one knee. Darryl goes to Irish whip Dakota into the ringpost but Dakota reverses it, sending Darryl crashing into it instead as he bounced off the steel post. Dakota turned his attention to CJ, who came in charging at high speed with his running high knee finisher he calls “Irish Knowledge” as he took Dakota down to the floor quick. CJ lifted him up before unleashing a spear, driving Dakota into the barricade wall, not breaking through it, but the impact was to be enough to keep him down. Erron Wilder had surprisingly found his way from being placed upside down after that vertical suplex into the barricade to come from behind as he superbly and quietly scaled the barricade before leaping off onto CJ with a Axe Handle Drop onto the head.

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?”

The sound of concern from the lead voice again, Steve Johnson comes as Darryl was staggering on his feet, his head busted a little from that shot. Grabbing the chair out the corner, he folded it as he didn’t obviously care enough anymore. He walked over and as he waited and waited for Erron to get to his feet, he winded back before laying that chair right on Erron’s back, dropping him right where he laid. Larry Collins signaled for the bell…

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!!!”

Continuing backstage down the hallway of the arena, in a more darkened area than most, we can see Brian Hollywood standing by a couple crates and standing behind him is the mysterious man from Fate known as Aamon. The area Hollywood and Aamon were standing in, while it was a darkened area, there was at least a good bit of light that illuminated Hollywood’s face, but Aamon remained shadowed in the background. Hollywood smiles as he addresses the audience out in the arena.

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 pauses as it appears that Aamon is mentioning something in Hollywood’s ear. Hollywood looks rather confused before addressing what Aamon has said to him.

HOLLYWOOD: ”What the fuck do you mean this isn’t a Presidential address?! Do I come off that liberal?!”

Aamon makes a little comment where Hollywood just shrugs his shoulders.

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 shakes his head ridiculously before transitioning to the point he was wanting to make in the first place.

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 pauses again before turning back and addressing Aamon again.

HOLLYWOOD: ”Ok, how was that? That didn’t sound too fucking liberal forced bullshit did it?”

Hollywood continues to distract himself as he continues to flop all over the place as Aamon gives him a simple thumbs up without saying anything. Hollywood acknowledges him and pats himself on the back for getting it right this time.

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!”

Once more, Hollywood credits himself as he likes his thought process. If Hollywood actually thought about it much longer, he probably could do some good for the country. But this wasn’t the country, this was 4CW and it didn’t take long for Hollywood to get back on topic.

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 pauses as he turns back and whispers something to Aamon. What that is, nobody is able to hear. Hollywood turns back around and starts to speak again.

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?”

Hollywood pauses as Aamon emerges from the shadows. Even the mystery that surrounds him is spotlighted and as everyone waits in anticipation to what he has to say, Aamon simply smiles before he proceeds to say anything.

AAMON: ”Fate will be mine to control.”

Aamon slips back into the shadows with a smile on his face as Hollywood raises an eyebrow before turning back around with an interesting look on his face.

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!”

Hollywood and Aamon start to trek off down the hall all while staying in the shadows as Adrenaline cuts back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
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.”

The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye.

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

Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing “I’m the Man” by Aloe Blacc as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans boo him heavily.

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

Out of the curtain, Scotty Addams walks out and the two then begin walking down the aisle until reaching the ring. Addams walks to the corner of the ring on the outside as Drew quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

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

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

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.”

The official looks to Drew in the corner and quickly gets the nod. Looking over to Bronx, the official has to wait for a moment as he steps down from his lounging position across the ropes. Bronx removes his jacket and drops it over the ropes, down to the apron. He then removes his sunglasses, placing them in the waistband of his trunks. After brushing the hair from his face, Bronx then looks to the ref and points the finger guns towards him, firing them as his signal to begin the match. Satisfied with that, the official then throws his hand into the air and calls for the bell.

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.”

Rolling up to his feet, Bronx brushes the hair from his face as he slowly turns around to face Drew who is standing tall with his eyes locked on him. The two get into position and then circle one another again, arms up in stance, ready to counter whatever is thrown their way. Shooting in for a single leg takedown, Drew comes up short as Bronx sprawls on top of him. Positioned on top of Drew, Bronx quickly spins his body around and then applies a sleeper hold to Drew. Before Bronx can fully lock in the move, Drew pushes himself up from the mat, lighting the weight of Bronx as well who is straddled on his back. Reaching behind his head with both hands, Drew grabs ahold of Bronx and then lunges over, ripping Bronx off of his back and slamming him back first to the mat.

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.”

With Drew down on his back, Bronx pops to his feet and then rushes over to the corner. After climbing to the top, Bronx turns around only to be surprised as Drew is standing not too far in front of him, ready for his next move. After a slight hesitation, Bronx then leaps from the top rope with a frog splash move and goes for a crossbody. Drew stands his ground and catches Bronx in mid-air, holding him horizontally. In the blink of an eye, Drew then drops down to one knee and slams Bronx back first onto the other with a powerful backbreaker.

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!”

Standing to his feet, Drew then reaches down and grabs ahold of Bronx’s head, rolling him over to stomach and pulling him up to his feet. Drew then locks his arm around Bronx’s head and hooks one leg. Lifting Bronx up and over, Drew drops him to the mat with a fisherman’s suplex. Bronx rolls into an upright position with his hair completely covering his face. Getting back to his feet, Drew looks over his shoulder at the sight and then closes in on the opportunity, delivering a lighting fast kick to Bronx’s lower back. Bronx remains upright while still sitting on the mat. Not pleased with the sight, Drew then kicks him in the lower back again and follows up with a powerful stomp to the back of the head. Bronx rolls forward and then over to his back with his head underneath the bottom rope.

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?!”

Walking over Bronx, Drew grabs ahold of the top rope and then uses it for leverage as he steps onto Bronx’s throat. Choking Bronx, Drew puts all of his weight onto that one feet as the official quickly rushes over with the five count.

“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!!!”

With the official distracted and blind to the other side of the ring, Scotty rushes over on the outside and begins hammering down onto Bronx’s head with overhead forearm shots. After connecting with half a dozen, Scotty then begins to choke Bronx as he wraps both hands around his throat. Aware of what’s happening, Drew continues to argue with the official, keeping his attention away from Bronx and Scotty on the other side of the ring. After a few more moments, Scotty then releases his hold on Bronx’s throat and walks to the adjacent side of the ring.

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!”

The official then turns around to face Bronx who is still down underneath the ropes and Scotty on the other side of the ring. With a smirk on his face, Drew looks over to Scotty and winks before turning his attention back to Bronx. After walking across the ring, Drew grabs Bronx by the feet and then drags him away from the ropes until suddenly coming to a stop. Grabbing the bottom rope with both hands, Bronx refuses to let Drew pull him any further. The two then struggle, both pulling in opposite directions. Meanwhile, Drew manages to take a few extra steps backwards, fully extending Bronx’s arms and holding his body a couple of feet above the mat. Drew then lets go of one of Bronx’s feet and drops down, turning his body while holding the other leg up. As Bronx’s body crashes to the mat, Drew comes down with an elbow drop to the groin.

VASSA: “NO CHILL!!!”

JOHNSON: “Well, that’s one way to make Bronx let go of the ropes.”

Back on his feet, Drew then pulls Bronx away from the ropes and then up to his feet. He then lifts Bronx up onto his shoulders and falls backwards to the mat, taking Bronx down with a Samoan drop. Rolling over to his stomach, Bronx slowly pushes himself up to one knee while Drew completely stands tall. Grabbing onto Bronx head with both hands, Drew then slams his knee into Bronx’s face. Not letting Bronx fall to the mat, Drew then pulls him up and whips him to the ropes. With Bronx coming back on the rebound, Drew lifts him into the air and then drives his back into the mat with a spinning spinebuster. Rolling over Bronx and hooking the leg, Drew goes for the pin as the official races over for the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: “KICKOUT!!!”

VASSA: “Not even a full two count. Bronx still has plenty of fight left in him!”

Drew pushes himself up from Bronx in an instant as the frustration builds. Red in the face, Drew then begins to argue with the official over the count and realizing he’s getting nowhere, Drew then brushes him aside and turns back to Bronx. Locking onto Bronx’s head, Drew pulls him up from the canvas. Locking his arm around Bronx’s head, Drew then grabs the back of his trunks and lifts him into the air, upside down, holding him up for a delayed vertical suplex.

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.”

While Drew stands to his feet, Bronx remains on his back, playing possum. Convinced that Bronx hurt himself with that move, Drew slowly moves in towards Bronx and once within range, Bronx does a kip-up and wraps his legs around Drew’s head, flipping him over with a hurricanrana.

VASSA: “Holy shit I didn’t see that coming!”

JOHNSON: “No one did! It was the perfect setup!”

With Drew down and out on his back, Bronx quickly pops up to his feet and races over to make the cover.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “Get out of here with that!”

On the outside, Scotty reaches inside of the ring and places Drew’s foot on the bottom rope without the ref noticing. As the officials hand closes in to the mat for the three count, it abruptly comes to a stop as Addams yells from the outside, pointing to the foot on the ropes.

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.”

Looking to the ropes, Bronx shakes his head back and forth in disgust as he then looks to Addams who is smiling at him. Not wasting any time to argue or make a plea, Bronx pushes himself up and then pulls Drew up as well. With his grip firmly around Drew’s wrist, Bronx pulls him into a forearm shot from his free arm. Bronx then whips Drew to the ropes and instantly takes off running towards the adjacent ones. As Drew rebounds off the ropes, Bronx leaps into the air and plants both feet onto the middle rope. He then springboards off and turns around while in mid flight and just as the two approach the center of the ring, Bronx curls his knees to his chest before kicking both feet outward, planting them into the side of Drew’s head.

JOHNSON: “That was amazing!”

VASSA: “This whole match has been amazing since the sound of the bell.”

Chanting then breaks out as the words are heard loud and clear throughout the arena.

“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!”

Bronx then pulls his legs back through the ropes and drops down to the mat. Turning around to face Drew, Bronx takes off towards him while he’s still lunged over to one side. With Bronx closing in, Drew pops up and goes for a big boot but misses as Bronx drops to the mat and slides underneath his legs. Back on his feet, Bronx readies himself as Drew spins around and throws a right punch. Ducking underneath, Bronx then steps in and wraps his arm across Drew’s body, underneath Drew’s arm and over the shoulder on the other side. Bronx then lifts Drew up before falling back and driving his face into the mat with a modified lifting reverse STO.

JOHNSON: “Valescence’s Victory!”

VASSA: “Drew has been wiped out!”

JOHNSON: “He’s going for the cover!”

VASSA: “He’s going for the cover!”

With Drew laid out and Addams still down on the outside, Bronx makes the cover as the ref slides in to make the count.

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!”

“What You Know About That” hits the speakers as Bronx pops up to his feet and brushes the hair from his face. Stepping in beside him, the official raises his arm into the air as the bell sounds.

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

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

Standing near the exit is Psyche Devyne once again. She is waiting for Jason Cashe to show up so they could leave for the night. She looks around the backstage area, hoping he wasn’t going to bail on her. He had acted rather strange during their first encounter of the night. So she wouldn’t exactly put it past him. She pulled out her phone, looking at the time.

CASHE: ”HEEEEY!!!”

Seeing her from behind as he approaches, his tongue was poked out at the corner of his mouth. Turning around to face him, Devyne smiles as Cashe removes the tongued grin and plays it cool as he returns the smile.

DEVYNE: ”Jason! I thought you were going to bail on me.”

She winked at him with a smile on her face. Relief washed over her when she saw him. Less reason for her to feel like an idiot.

CASHE: ”Me bail on you? Heh ohhhkay! I think you bailing had better odds! Heh, you ready?”

Being the ever so smooth (or lack thereof at times) gentleman, Cashe opens an arm for Devyne to hook on to. Like he would lead her to a nice evening or they were headed to the prom but neither were dressed for that. This was casual, nothing more than new friends hanging out. Her arm linked into his and they started to walk.

DEVYNE: ”So… since you’ve already said no to drinks, what would you like to do?”

The question almost got him blurting out dumb shit. Having to smile to keep his wild mouth from digging an early grave, he goes to his easy answer for how to kill time. Things were still “hidden” or kept secret so he wasn’t sure what to say and what would come out wrong.

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?”

She laughed out loud as they approached the final door to the outside of the building. Her answer left his mind racing, thinking that it probably wasn’t her “thing” to smoke. Her doing it meant she wanted to just hang with him. Very weird. It almost caused him to miss what she started to say next.

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..”

Pushing on the bar across the middle of the door, it pops and opens. As he steps out first to hold the door for the Lady, a group of 4 men approach. Black suits, black shades. Cashe notices them right away.

CASHE: ”Ohhh shit! Here come the Men In Black! Galaxy Defenders!!!”

Psyche steps out through the door giving him a strange look of confusion until she laid eyes on the men herself. They stop and one of them clears his throat before showing off an Official Badge.

MAN IN BLACK: ”I’m FBI Special Agent, Clint Torres. Are you one Jason Cashe?”

Squinting Cashe looks at the badge closer and begins laughing. Turning to Devyne, he points at the badge and reads it out.

CASHE: ”It says Clint Torres…HAHA!! Clitoris! Officer Clitoris? How bad does YOUR name suck?”

Cashe was the only one laughing. Even Devyne having snickered some didn’t move farther from that. She could tell things weren’t right with the situation and if Cashe noticed, he sure didn’t show it.

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.”

The smile, the laughter, the fun times in his expression had vanished on a whim. Reaching up with his left hand, his fingertips scratch the jawline of his face.

CASHE: ”So ask..but ask here because I’m on my way out. See this right here?”

Slightly turning back to Devyne as she stands half in, half out of the door. Facing the Agent again, Cashe finishes his point.

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.”

Leaning to see around Cashe, the FBI Agent gives his condolences to Devyne for potentially ruining their evening.

AGENT TORRES: ”Miss, I’m terribly sorry…”

CASHE: ”Nothing to be sorry about ‘cause I’m not going with ya’ll. So…What now?”

Clint Torres nods biting down on his bottom lip. After seeing Cashe tensed up like he was ready to start fighting with the Feds. Reaching behind his waistline, he pulls out a set of handcuffs as the other Agents move in, circling Cashe off. His only move was to backtrack back into the building. Right as the thickness reaches it’s peak, Devyne places a hand on Cashe’s shoulder.

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..”

Offering his wrists to the FBI Agent, Cashe wasn’t arguing with it anymore than that. Devyne laughed then. Cashe snapped back a stare but smiled, shrugging as the FBI Agents take hold of his arms at each side.

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!”

Devyne takes off back into the building. He forgot to have her take his Title and as the FBI Agents get him secured, they remove the belt from his shoulder and dropped it on the ground. To them there wasn’t any value. Cashe cussed them for it.

CASHE: ”Pick my shit up, Officer Clitoris! Arrrah!”

Trying to bite one of them didn’t go over too well. They manhandled him 4 to 1 as they dragged Cashe out of the scene. The XTV Championship lays like a door stop, preventing the door to fully close. A hand reaches down and grabs the belt by it’s strap, lifting it up high enough to see everything but the man’s face as he seemingly stares down at the Championship.

HEADLINE
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!”

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

“Dirty little secret

Dirty little lies

Say your prayers and comb your hair

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

Bury your desires

Aberrations fill your head

You need a place to hide

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

The kid I used to be?

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

“When you world comes crashing down

I want to be there

If God is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus

Jesus wasn’t there!

“You confess it all away

But it don’t mean shit to me

If God is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus

I will not forgive!”

POWERS: “Making 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!!!”

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

“When your whole world comes undone

Let me be the one to say

I’m not Jesus

You can’t run away!”

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

He winks at her as she holds the items in her hand and arms, then walks to the corner with him while he mouths off toward the crowd. He presses the bottom rope down with his foot and lifts the middle rope up for her to 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!”

Two missile-like pink fireballs launch from above the ring toward the entrance, igniting the stage in a wall of pink flame. Aidan appears at the top of the ramp with Liam O’Shea, holding one half of the 4CW Tag Team Championships, as the heavy metal chords of Disturbed’s “Immortalized” fill the arena. She stops to survey the crowd through the dimmed lights and hot pink strobes. She smirks like a predator from ear to ear as she soaks in the boos from the crowd, holding her arms out to either side, tilting her head back, letting the electric guitar get her revved up for the impending match.

“This is war time, this is our time

We won’t be denied, feed the fire that is raging inside

This is go time, this is showtime

We will fight ’til their wills are broken

This is game time, and insane time

Let the madness fly, show the strength that just can’t be defied

Find the power, to devour

Let the beast inside now be woken”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred fifteen pounds, the 4CW Tag Team Champion, AIDAN CCAARRLLIISSLLEE and LIAM OOOOOO…SSHHEEAA!!!”

“In this world only the strong will survive

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.”

The official walks to the corner of Aidan and Liam, grabs the championships, and makes his way back to the center of the ring. Holding the belts above his head, he turns to each side of the ring, showing them off for the crowd. Walking to the edge of the ring, the official hands the belts to a member of the ringside crew before making his way back to the center of the ring. Both teams talk amongst themselves before finally deciding who will start the match off. Stepping to the apron first, Liam exits the ring and shortly following, Rorie exits. The official then checks with Riddle who throws him the deuces, signaling that he’s ready. Turning to Aidan, she quickly nods in the officials direction. Throwing his hand into the air, the official signals for the bell.

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?”

Grabbing ahold of Aidan’s arm, Riddle pulls her up to her feet. Keeping his grip tightly around her wrist, he then pulls her in for a short-arm clothesline but misses as she ducks underneath. Locking onto Riddle’s wrist, Aidan quickly spins him around, before he can release his hold, and throws to the nearby ropes. With Riddle hitting the ropes hard and coming back on the rebound, Aidan side steps him on his return and takes him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold.

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.”

Stumbling out of the corner and holding her lower back after the blunt impact, Aidan leaves herself open as Riddle steps in and lifts her onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Stepping backwards away from the corner, Riddle then drops Aidan across his knee with a neckbreaker. Seeing stars, Aidan lays on her back as Riddle quickly covers for the pin.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: “Aidan kicks out before the full two count!”

With a smirk on his face, Riddle pushes himself up, driving his fist into her face for leverage. He then jerks her up from the mat and stands her up only to then connect with a European uppercut, followed by a second and then a third. With Aidan staggering, he then latches onto her arm and goes to whip her to the far ropes but before he can release, Aidan reverses the throw and sends him charging to the ropes instead. As Riddle returns, Aidan shuffles towards him and connects with a side kick to the ribs.

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!”

Liam takes off and charges towards Riddle. As he closes in, Liam lifts his giant leg into the air and kicks it forward, planting his boot into the side of Riddle’s head, rolling him underneath the bottom rope and off the apron to the floor. Just as Riddle hits the floor, the official then begins the ten count.

“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.”

Back to his feet, Riddle pulls the big man up and then slings him to the corner where Rorie awaits. Just as Liam’s back slams against the corner, Rorie pops her knee through the ropes and drives it into his lower back. Stumbling a step forward, Liam is then met with a vicious clothesline from Riddle, squashing him into the corner. Riddle and Rorie then slap hands for the tag. As Rorie climbs the corner, Riddle latches onto Liam and begins driving knees into his mid-section. Pulling Liam away from the corner, Riddle holds him in place as Rorie leaps from the top rope. With Riddle stepping out of the way, Rorie wraps her arm around Liam’s head and plants his face into the canvas with a bulldog.

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.”

As Aidan enters the ring, Liam pulls Rorie up from the mat and then the two wrap her up, lift her into the air and drop her with a double team suplex. Liam rolls underneath the bottom rope onto the apron as Aidan stands to her feet. Locking onto Rorie’s head with both hands, Aidan drags her to the center of the ring before pulling her up. She then swings her body around, planting her elbow into the side of Rorie’s head, knocking her back a few steps. Rorie quickly shakes it off and then charges Aidan, only to get wrapped up and taken to the mat with a T-bone suplex. Rorie hits the mat and rolls into an upright seated position. After pushing herself up, Aidan then takes off to the ropes in front of Rorie and comes back on the rebound, nearly taking her head off with a sliding clothesline.

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!”

TTHHUUDD!!!

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?!”

With Aidan face first to the mat, Rorie stands tall and circles her body for a moment. With a smirk on her face, she looks to the corner where Riddle points to Aidan and commands her to get back at it. Nodding at Riddle, Rorie then grabs ahold of Aidan and pulls her yup to both feet. Dragging Aidan to the ropes, Rorie presses her face against the top one. With her flesh pressed against the top rope, Rorie then drags Aidan along from one end to the other, giving her a nasty face rake with the rope. At the corner, Rorie then pulls Aidan’s head up from the rope and then slams it downward, face first into the top turnbuckle padding.

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!”

Rolling out of the way, Aidan escapes the crotch to face move, leaving Rorie to crash into the corner and her legs to go through the ropes. Falling backwards, Rorie’s head hits the mat as her legs remain wrapped around the middle rope, holding her in place upside down. Aidan quickly gets back to her feet and looks to the corner. Her eyes light up as if she were a kid on Christmas morning at the sight of Rorie helpless in the corner. Aidan then runs to the ropes behind her on the other side of the ring and after coming back full speed, she jumps up barely above the mat and aims her feet straight for Rorie’s head, planting them both into her face with a missile-like dropkick.

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.”

Breaking up the pin, Riddle kicks Aidan in the back of the head, rolling her off of Rorie. From behind, Liam slams both forearms across his back with a double axe handle. Riddle stumbles forward and trips over Aidan and Rorie, falling into the ropes. Catching himself with the top rope, Riddle holds himself up but before he knows it, Liam reaches over the bodies and grabs ahold of him. Liam then drags Riddle over the bodies and away from them as the official begins the five count.

“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!”

Turning to the other side of the ring, Riddle locks his sights on Aidan who has started to slowly move around in the corner. Not wasting anytime, he stomps his way across the ring and then grabs her by the head, dragging her away from the corner and then up to her feet. He then steps in beside her and drops her to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Back to his feet in an instant, Riddle stands over Aidan for a moment before bending over and grabbing her around the mouth with one hand. Holding her head in place, Riddle says a few choice words before pushing her head back to the mat and stepping to one side of her. He then pulls her up to her feet but out of nowhere, Liam grabs ahold of his shoulder and spins him around.

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.”

Turning around, Riddle’s eyes open wide as Aidan is right there with a kick to the stomach. Catching her foot before it can collide into his mid-section, Riddle then pulls her in and knocks her down to her back with a short clothesline, going down to one knee himself. Looking to his side, he stares at Aidan for a moment before pushing himself up and grabbing ahold of her arm. After pulling Aidan up from the mat, Riddle then wraps his arms around her thighs and lifts her into the air, holding her in place. Holding her with one arm, Riddle then points to Rorie in the corner and signals for her to enter the ring.

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!”

Crawling over Aidan’s body, Riddle hooks the leg for the pin as the official sweeps in for the count.

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!”

“I’m Not Jesus” hits the speakers as the crowd erupts. Rorie walks over to Riddle and helps him as he slowly stands to his feet, looking down at Aidan the whole time. He then turns his attention to Rorie as the two smirk. Bursting in between them, the official hands each a belt and then raises their arms into the air as the raises the belts with their other hands.

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

POWERS: “Here are your winners and new 4CW Tag Team Champions… RORIE STEELE and CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”

The two then place the belts over their shoulders and pace the ring hand in hand. Looking over the electric crowd, they embrace the moment before lifting the championships over their heads once more.

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!”

The feed cuts backstage and we see Frankie Morrison standing alone inside of one of the designated locker rooms. He paces back and forth with one hand on his hip, the holding his cell phone up to his ear. His attention is pulled away from his phone conversation as the door to the locker room swings open and the GM for Adrenaline, Jack Vaughn marches through the doorway unannounced. Frankie lets out a deep sigh before finishing his phone conversation.

MORRISON: “I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you back. Something just came up.”

Frankie Morrison taps at the screen of his phone before tucking it away in the inner breast pocket of his tailor-made suit jacket.

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.”

Jack surveyed the locker room, noticing that Frankie was all alone.

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…”

Jack Vaughn walks over towards one of the walls and picks up a steel chair. Frankie Morrison takes a slight step back, blading his body into a fighting stance. Vaughn turns towards Morrison and senses the tension. He laughs as he unfolds the chair and sits down in the center of the room, folding one of his legs over the other in the process.

VAUGHN: “Wait… You thought I was going to…”

Jack Vaughn laughs a little harder as he shakes his head.

VAUGHN: “Not part of my job description Frankie. Have a seat.”

Vaughn pointed over to another steel chair that was open by the opposite wall. Morrison reluctantly sits down, looking over Jack Vaughn cautiously.

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…”

Jack Vaughn rubs at his chin while trying to think of a resolution.

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.”

Jack Vaughn watch Frankie Morrison’s expressions, looking for an unfavorable reaction. Frankie nodded his head and cracked a smile.

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?”

Jack pushes off of his legs and rises to his feet. He looks over at Frankie, confused by the lack of a dispute. Frankie also rises to his feet before approaching Jack and extending his hand outward.

VAUGHN: “No, that’s all Frankie.”

Jack reaches his hand out, embracing in a handshake with Frankie Morrison as the feed cuts away.

The scene opens backstage in the temporary office of Perry Wallace. On the inside, he sits on the end of a leather sofa with a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Sitting beside him, Kaysie Sherell has a folded damp wash cloth in hand. Wallace’s face is covered in scratches from the attack earlier tonight. Speaking in a soft tone, Kaysie pats the cuts with the cloth as Wallce stares ahead at the wall with a blank look on his face.

SHERELL: “You poor baby. Those people had no right to do this to you.”

She continues patting the damp cloth upon his face, soothing the scratches. After taking a big gulp from the bottle, Wallace wipes away the excess dripping from the side of his mouth, using his sleeve.

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–“

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Wallace’s attention quickly turns to the door as his eyes light up.

WALLACE: “Yes?”

The door then opens and on the other side is a member of Wallace’s personal security crew.

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.”

Thinking to himself for a brief moment, Wallace then nods as he waves his index and middle finger together.

WALLACE: “Send ’em in.”

The door then fully opens and as the security guard steps out of the way, an older gentlemen dressed in a sharp suit with his hair slicked back walks in. A puzzled look comes to Wallace’s face as the man enters the room. He takes another drink from the bottle before patting Kaysie on the thigh and standing to his feet.

PINKMAN: “Mr. Wallace, I’m Oswald Pinkman.”

The man then hands Wallace a business card before shaking hands. With the card in hand, Wallace stares down at it for a moment before cutting his eyes up to 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.”

A smile comes to Wallace faces followed by a small chuckle.

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 then looks into the camera with no emotion before opening his mouth.

PINKMAN: “Scram…”

The picture then cuts the black as the two conduct their business.

MAIN EVENT
TOURNAMENT ROUND 3
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. JAIR HOPKINS

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival. Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.

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

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

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.”

DING!!! DING!!!

JOHNSON: “And here we go!”

The two circle each other near the center of the ring for a couple of moments before finally the two look for an early tie-up, Hopkins gets the advantage and shows of off his strength as he backs Hollywood up against the ropes. Jair breaks the hold and backs off as Hollywood talks a little trash towards him still. The two lock up for a second time and this time it is Brian Hollywood who is able to get the advantage and backs Hopkins up against the ropes. The referee tries to get Hollywood to break the hold, which takes a couple of moments, but then Hollywood backs up again talking towards Hopkins.

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…

SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!!!

JOHNSON: “Right into a spinning backdrop suplex!! Here’s the cover…”

ONE

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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.”

Hopkins quickly pulls Brian Hollywood back up to his feet trapping both his arm and leg, he goes to lift but Hollywood counters with an elbow smash right to the side of Hopkins’ head, he fires another and it breaks the hold allowing Hollywood to escape. Hollywood rebounds off of the ropes and nails Hopkins across the side of the head with a running boot shot. Hopkins stumbles towards the corner but Hollywood charges in and quickly snaps the head of Hopkins to the mat with a running DDT! Hopkins lays on his back as Hollywood charges towards the ropes, he leaps up onto the middle ropes and flings himself high into the air…

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.”

Hollywood doesn’t pull Hopkins back up to his feet, instead he leaves the ring and heads out onto the apron and begins to climb to the top rope. Jair Hopkins slowly pulls himself back up to his feet and just as he turns around Brian Hollywood leaps from the top ropes and connects with a missile dropkick right to side of Hopkins’ face. Hopkins hits the deck again and Hollywood scrambles over to make the cover again…

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.”

Hollywood looks a little annoyed that Hopkins won’t stay down and this time heads over towards Jair’s legs as he pulls him towards the middle of the ring. He lifts the legs into a wishbone, slowly he begins to wrap Jair’s legs around and then falls backwards himself completeing the figure four leg lock!! The referee slides into position as Hollywood begins to put as much pressure on Hopkins as possible, Hopkins yells in pain, but refuses to quit or tap out. Hollywood continues to taunt towards him, the crowd begins to get behind Hopkins as he slowly tries to bridge himself up.

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.”

Hopkins pushes down with both arms making a bridge, slowly he lifts the one arm up and tries to pull it over, the crowd begins to get behind him as he slowly begins to power over trying to switch the figure four. Hollywood has a look of shock on his face as Hopkins continues to pull himself over, that look of shock goes right to worry as the crowd roars as Hopkins is able to flip over onto his stomach switching the pressure of the hold back onto Brian Hollywood.

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.”

The two begin to pull themselves towards the ring ropes on opposite sides of the ring, Hopkins reaches first and begins to pull himself back up to his feet slowly. Hollywood soon reaches after him and begins to do the same. Hopkins is up to his feet first but is really showing the effects from that figure four as he hobbles towards the center of the ring where Brian Hollywood is still getting back up to his feet, Hollywood charges at Hopkins, but Hopkins ducks the clothesline and is able to hook Hollywood’s head up from behind and falls down quickly…

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.”

Hopkins gets back up to his feet again, he is still showing signs of damage from that figure four from earlier and isn’t able to capitalize on the big move. Hollywood, in the mean time is able to back himself up into the corner turnbuckle and begins to pull himself back up to his feet. This, however, is a bad mistake as Hopkins charges across the ring leaps up and connects with Koronco Buster!! Hopkins hammers away with some mounted punches as well!! As Hopkins leaps off Brian Hollywood stumbles out of the corner a bit dazed. Hopkins hooks him by the head and lifts him up into the air with a suplex type of hold…

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!”

ONE

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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!”

Hopkins thought he had him, he looks a little frustrated as he gets back up to his feet. Hopkins doesn’t look to follow it up, but instead he heads to the outside of the ring and climbs up into the corner, however, as he does that Hollywood begins to get back up to his feet as well. Just as Hopkins is ready to go Hollywood charges the ropes causing Hopkins to lose his balance and crotches himself on the top ropes! Hollywood then climbs up into the corner giving Hopkins a few vicious right hands as he rights up the former 4CW champion. Hollywood hooks the head and the arm and lifts…

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.”

Hollywood slowly rolls over and begins to crawl over to where Hopkins is laying, Hollywood slings an arm over his downed opponent as the referee slides in and begins the count.

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.”

Hollywood slowly pulls himself back up to his feet, frustrated and in pain he gets to his feet waiting for Hopkins to do the same. Hollywood connects with an uppercut on Hopkins, he then begins to back up the former champion with a couple of vicious sounding knife-edge chops! Hopkins is up against the ropes as Hollywood goes for an Irish whip, but Hopkins puts on the breaks and sends Hollywood across the ropes with full speed. Hollywood comes off of the rebound as Hopkins leaps up and connects with a standing hurricanrana! Hollywood tumbles forward but is able to get back up to his feet quickly but stumbles right into where Hopkins is waiting for him, Hopkins hooks the arm and lifts up on his head…

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.”

Hopkins gets right back up to his feet, he quickly pulls Brian Hollywood back to his feet with a handful of hair. The look of anger and frustration is on the face of Hopkins as he just can’t seem like he can put his nemesis away here. Hopkins tosses Hollywood into the far corner turnbuckle and keeps up the attack as he charges in after him and conncets with a splash into the corner!! Hopkins tosses Hollywood across to the otherside and again charges in and connects with a splash from the corner!! Hopkins leaps up into the turnbuckle as Hollywood stumbles out and just as he turns around Hopkins flips and connects with a solid looking moonsault which brings the crowd to their feet!!

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.”

Hopkins charges towards the farside ring ropes, he leaps up to the middle one and springboards high into the air backwards with a soaring moonsault attempt…

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!”

Hollywood is unable to capitalize on the incredible move there as he just lays motionless in the ring for a couple of moments before once again he begins to crawl his way over to where his opponent is laying. Hopkins is sideways and Hollywood just flings his arm over the top of him as he collapses more or less down. The referee slides in once again for another 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.”

Hollywood is really distraught right now, honestly. Just disbelief mixed with anger and frustration and he pulls himslef back up to his feet once again this time he pulls Jair Hopkins back up to his feet as well, Hollywood serves up a couple of big backhanded chops across the chest of his opponent which seems to have a positive affect on his mental state. Each chop louder than the last, and they back Hopkins up into the corner once again. Then Hollywood begins to unload with kicks, followed by punches, going back to kicks and finally driving a couple of elbows across the top of Hopkins’ head, the last one causes the former champion to fall down into the corner. Hollywood backs up with evil thoughts and an evil smirk on his face.

JOHNSON: “Not a good place to be for Jair Hopkins!”

VASSA: “So many options, so many ways to punish your opponent.”

Hollywood charges in and goes for a front flip slam, but Jair Hopkins is able to roll out of the way causing Brian Hollywood to hit the turnbuckles back first and then crash down on top of his head!! The crowd pops for the move there as Hopkins gets back up to his feet feeling the crowd pushing him forward. Hollywood begins to pull himself back up to his feet, but Hopkins is right there and leaps up onto the second rope spinning in midair and driving Hollywood to the mat with a springboard DDT!! Hollywood’s head slams into the mat as hard as possible, but somehow he is quickly up to his feet again just out on dream street. Hopkins sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip of his own, but Hollywood is able to put on the breaks and send Hopkins that way instead as Hopkins rebounds Hollywood is there…

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.”

Hollywood rights himself in the corner, still holding his ribs in some pain. Jair Hopkins begins to stir in the middle of the ring, Hollywood begins to wave for him to get back up to his feet as he looks like he wants to finally put his boot through the jaw of his opponent. Hopkins is up to his feet just as Hollywood shuffles sideways and throws his foot towards Hopkins’ jaw…

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.”

Hopkins with his back to his opponent leaps from the top ropes with an incredible looking moonsault right into a double stomp!! The crowd pops for the move as Hopkins connects with his OMFG! He quickly scrambles over to where Brian Hollywood is laying and hooks the leg…

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.”

“Self-Preservation” by Kutt Calhoun starts up once again begins to play over the arena as a very tired and spent Jair Hopkins stands in the ring with his arm raised in victory by the referee. As the referee lets go Hopkins falls to one knee in pain, but then is able to pull himself back up a couple of moments later as the crowd roars for him in victory.

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!”

The picture then slowly turns black as the sounds of the crowd are still heard, slowly fading to nothing but silence.