ADRENALINE E41 (070)


ADRENALINE E41 MARCH 23RD, 2016
NORTH CHARLESTON COLISEUM CHARLESTON, SC

The picture opens to a full house at the North Charleston Coliseum in Charleston, South Carolina. The crowd is electric as we’re just moments away from kicking off the event. Scanning over the crowd, a few signs catch the camera attention as it zooms in, bringing them into full picture.

HOLY SHIT
LUKE JONES
IS HERE

THE SITE
IS DOWN

SALTY
AS
FUCK

Changing angles, the announcers booth comes into full focus where Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sit with a wild bunch behind them. As usual, Vassa has a drink in hand, hardly paying attention to the camera and chatting it up with members in the crowd. Beside him, Johnson takes lead as eye contact is made with the camera.

JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another action filled night of 4CW Adrenaline! I’m your host, Steve Johnson…”

Missing his cue, Vassa doesn’t turn around as a lady in the front row has his attention. Johnson then jabs an elbow into Vassa’s back, immediately grabbing his attention.

VASSA: “What the hell Ste–“

JOHNSON: “Sorry Vinny but the show has official started and you’re not paying attention as usual.”

Johnson then points to the camera as Vinny looks to it, slightly growing red in the face.

VASSA: “Hello folks! Welcome to another action filled night of 4CW Adrenaline!”

Johnson then looks down at the papers in front of him while shaking his head with a smile on his face. He then looks back up at the camera, barely able to wipe the smile from his face.

JOHNSON: “Vinny Vassa ladies and gentlemen!”

VASSA: “What?”

JOHNSON: “Nothing. Anyways! Thank you for joining us tonight folks. We have a great line up in store for you all tonight. But before we get too ahead of ourselves, I want to touch base on a recent change that plays part in the tournament leading to South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “I do know about this!”

JOHNSON: “Tell us a little bit about it then, Vinny.”

VASSA: “It’s a sad, sad day in the world of professional wrestling. Just two weeks ago, Bronx advanced to the finals of the tournament. At the time, everything was great. He was on top of the world. But then we find out that he in fact suffered an injury during the match and is unable to compete for the time being.”

JOHNSON: “It was shocking news that we learned the following weekend. Knee injuries are serious and this one has sidelined Mr. Wallace’s son for the time being.”

VASSA: “Knee injury? I thought it was his ACL in his big toe?”

JOHNSON: “You’d believe that too, unfortunately.”

VASSA: “It sounds legit. Not everyone can be a warrior like Jett Wilder and battle through a toe injury. Just look at Marshall Faulk.”

JOHNSON: “Back on topic. So, with Bronx being unable to compete, that left Jair Hopkins at the only person left in the tournament. Instead of giving him a bye week to advance, management took it upon themselves to have a consolation round. In this round we have Drew Stevenson and Brian Hollywood, the other two competitors that were in the third round of the tournament.”

VASSA: “Second chances don’t come often but when they do, you better take advantage of them!”

JOHNSON: “So tonight we will see Drew and Brian go head to head and the winner of this consolation round will meet Jair at Adrenaline in two weeks to determine who will advance to face Dakota Smith at South Beach Brawl for the 4CW Championship!”

VASSA: “So we have three names still in the mix, three names that can make an impact in the blink of an eye. I hope Dakota is paying attention because whoever he faces, it isn’t going to be easy by any means.”

JOHNSON: “It’s going to be tough. This tournament was stacked from the start and now we have an even more competitive trio all fighting for that spot. This is exciting to say the least.”

VASSA: “We’ll see those two in action later this evening. But before then, we have some other big matches in store for you all.”

JOHNSON: “We sure do! Opening the night we have Jason Cashe defending the XTV Championship against Bryan Laughlin.”

VASSA: “Even though our main event is huge tonight, this opening match could very well steal the show. It’s going to be hard to follow up.”

JOHNSON: “We also have a Pride Championship number one contender triple threat match as our headline with Seamus O’Connor, John Austin, and Jett Wilder.”

VASSA: “The three former Pride Champions all fighting for a chance to face off with the unstoppable, Chris Madison at South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: “Speaking of Chris Madison, our main event we will see him and Dakota Smith go head to head, Price Champion versus 4CW Champion.”

VASSA: “This will be a non-title match but a pay-per-view quality one nonetheless.”

JOHNSON: “There are also a few exciting matches in the mix folks. It’s going to be a fun night!”

VASSA: “The party is only getting started. I’m ready to get down to Miami and party it up for South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: “Aren’t we all? Well that’s our lineup for tonight ladies and gents. We’re going to go backstage momentarily but don’t go anywhere, we have an XTV Championship to start the night off!”

Backstage, the cameraman follows a woman in a black form fitting dress and ankle boots. Her hair is looking on point, fresh from a proper blow dry n’ style. She approaches a 4CW Adrenaline backdrop, meeting with backstage reporter, Delaney Simon. The woman takes a moment to check out the surroundings, becoming familiar with the production and setup. Delaney gets in position for an interview, standing across the woman with a microphone raised upwards to speak.

SIMON: “I am here with newcomer, Lyza Reyes. She hails from Queens, New York. Welcome to 4CW, Lyza! Please feel free to tell us about yourself.”

REYES: “Thank you, Delaney. I am very excited to be here in Charleston tonight. So, what I can say? Hmm…oh yeah! I’ve always wanted to travel throughout the country, enjoy the sights and reach out to my ‘Lyzanites’ beyond the confinements of Lowell, Massachusetts. My agent suggested 4CW as a great fit, so here I am!”

SIMON: “The amount of traveling is definitely a perk! How has Charleston treated you since your arrival?”

REYES: “Charleston has been wonderful to me, and I am proud to say that on ‘National Puppy Day,’ I managed to adopt a gorgeous Spaniel and Beagle mix. His name is Aries, and he is a sweetheart.”

SIMON: “You’re going to be one busy lady! Do you have any final words or thoughts for the 4CW community?”

REYES: “Look forward to some good times, and if I happen to shake things up for the roster, then I’m doing it right. There’s a reason why I’ve been pinned with the term ‘Universally Dope,’ and I am ready to elaborate on that. Ultra.”

SIMON: “Thank you for your time, Lyza. We’ll see you soon!”

And with that, Reyes winks and smiles at the camera before walking out of the frame. Adrenaline resumes with its scheduled matches and appearances.

OPENING MATCH
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME RULES
BRYAN LAUGHLIN VS. JASON CASHE ©

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

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 first, 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.

VASSA: “We have an abundance of weaponry outside of the ring and a lethal man inside of it.”

JOHNSON: “Bryan Laughlin may not have the best record in 4CW, but he has taken some of the best talent in 4CW to their limits, he’s even put one down and that being Jair Hopkins.”

VASSA: “Maybe Hopkins showed him some pointers for tonight. Go for that other nipple Bryan!”

JOHNSON: “You’re never going to let him live that down, are you?”

VASSA: “Not until Cashe gets a nipple transplant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON: “There he is, the 4CW XTV Champion, Jason Cashe!”

VASSA: “He’s on fire, defending that championship every other show. Tonight he’ll have another challenge, maybe even one of his toughest to date.”

JOHNSON: “Cashe is on a mission to reinvent – to rebirth the type of wrestling that comes with the territory of the XTV division. It isn’t just about using weapons for him. It’s about being as brutal with your hands, bringing a whole different level of violence inside and outside of the ring.”

VASSA: “So far we’ve seen just that, suplexing people onto their heads, into stationary objects such as the aprons and ring posts. Using a weapon alone isn’t going to do it. You have to be willing to sacrifice your body without hesitating to injure someone, possible even taking them out of wrestling completely.”

JOHNSON: “Hopefully we don’t see anyone have their career ended. These wrestlers competing in these matches are gladiators and they prove that each and every time they step into that ring.”

The official takes the XTV Championship away from Cashe and walks to the center of the ring before holding it up, and putting it on display for the fans on each side of the ring. He then walks to the ropes and goes to hand it to a member of the ringside crew but before the handoff can be made, Cashe races over and snatches it out of his hand.

VASSA: “What are you doing ref, that’s a weapon!”

Cashe then draws back and launches it across the ring, directly for Laughlin’s head as the bell sounds.

DING!!! DING!!!

Ducking out of the way, Laughlin avoids the pitch as the belt smacks the corner and falls to the mat. Cashe charges towards him but taking a chance, Laughlin ducks down and picks it up.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

Just as Cashe closes in, Laughlin swings upward with it, catching Cashe against the side of the head with the belt. Cashe stumbles backwards in a daze and before be goes down, Laughlin charges in with the belt held high and takes a swing for his head again.

JOHNSON: “Look out!”

VASSA: “Wait a second!”

Cashe rolls out of the way as Laughlin swings forward, hitting nothing but air. Before Cashe can push himself up, Laughlin quickly turns around and drops the championship in front of him. He then extends his leg and kicks it directly into Cashe’s chest, knocking him flat on his back.

JOHNSON: “He made sure Cashe took that one to heart!”

VASSA: “Goddamn he’s going to collapse a lung doing that!”

Laughlin then jumps straight into the air and comes down on Cashe’s chest with a double foot stomp.

VASSA: “No chill!”

After stepping down from Cashe’s chest, Laughlin reaches down and grabs ahold of his head with both hands. He slowly rolls Cashe over to his stomach and then pulls him up to both knees, keeping his head gripped firmly with both hands. Laughlin then rams his knee forward, driving it into Cashe’s face. He does it again and again, keeping Cashe held up and refusing to let him fall back to the canvas.

Laughlin then slams Cashe’s head down, face first into the mat. He then turns to the nearby corner and quickly rushes over to it. After climbing to the top, Laughlin leaps as high as he can, coming down with a vicious headbutt to the back of Cashe’s head. He then rolls Cashe over to his back and makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TW–

JOHNSON: “It’s going to take more than that to keep him down!”

VASSA: “Bryan is really taking the beating to Cashe without wasting any time at all.”

JOHNSON: “Blunt shots to the head and chest. We knew this was going to be a fight and not much of a wrestling match.”

Without wasting a single second, Laughlin pushes himself up and quickly stands to his feet. He then pulls Cashe up as well and locks onto his head with both hands, keeping it held down. Dragging Cashe towards the corner, Laughlin then throws him forward, sending Cashe head first through the top and middle ropes, crashing into the ring post with his shoulder. Cashe releases a loud grunt with the impact and then slips all the way through the ropes and rolls onto the apron. Laughlin then takes off towards the ropes and jumps slightly off the mat, leaning backwards and kicks both feet through the ropes, planting them into the side of Cashe’s head, knocking him down to the floor.

VASSA: “Jesus, he’s going to give Cashe brain damage with all these attacks to the head.”

JOHNSON: “This is the type of atmosphere we here Cashe talk about that comes along with the territory in this division.”

VASSA: “This would never stand in the NFL.”

Inside of the ring, Laughlin looks to the outside at Cashe on the floor slowly rolling around. As Cashe begins to slowly push himself up, Laughlin turns around and runs towards the ropes. After hitting them hard and coming back on the rebound, Laughlin charges towards the ropes between him and Cashe, just as Cashe finally stands to his feet. Leaping into the air, Laughlin flies over the top rope and towards Cashe. Quickly taking notice, Cashe drops chest first to the floor, barely avoiding Laughlin as he flies over his head and crash lands to the floor.

Pushing himself up to all fours, Cashe looks over to his left where Laughlin is curled up against the barricade separating the fans from the action. Cashe then pushes himself up and rubs his head for a moment, obviously showing signs of head trauma. He then shakes it off and slowly makes his way to Laughlin, keeping his eyes glued on him and ignoring everything surrounding. Cashe then takes a couple of fast paces steps towards Laughlin before planting one foot and kicking the other, driving his foot into Laughlin’s stomach as if it were a football at kickoff.

Cashe then grabs onto the top of the barricade with both hands and then uses it as leverage as he begins kicking Laughlin in the stomach over and over. Reaching down, Cashe grabs Laughlin by the head and rolls him over, face first to the barricade. He then presses Laughlin’ face against the barricade and drags him across it, digging each bar into his face as it passes. Once he reaches the end where the entrance ramp bottoms out, Cashe pulls Laughlin’s face away from the barricade and then slams it forward into it with tremendous force.

JOHNSON: “That’s going to make his ears ring for the rest of the night.”

VASSA: “These two are literally trying to make the others head pop like a balloon.”

JOHNSON: “If it happens, at least it’s on the other side of the ring. That would be one huge mess and I don’t want to get any blood on this suit.”

Cashe pulls Laughlin up from the floor and then lifts him up over his shoulder. He then tosses Laughlin forward, stomach first onto the barricade. Laughlin hangs over the barricade as Cashe turns around and searches the floor for weapons. Spotting a trashcan nearby, Cashe makes his way over to it and then kicks it over, spilling a mixture of goodies onto the floor. After scanning the pile, Cashe grabs ahold of an extension cord and slowly unrolls it as he turns to face Laughlin still on the barricade.

As he closes in, Cashe wraps the extension cord around his right hand. He then loops even more excess around his forearm before drawing back and whipping Laughlin across the back with the other end. Laughlin releases a moan as the cord smacks across his back, leaving a mark from one side to the other. Cashe then whips him across the back for a second time, this one harder than the first. Laughlin then rolls off the barricade and crashes to the floor. Cashe wraps the other end of the extension cord around his free hand, leaving a little slack in between. Standing over Laughlin who is face down to the floor, Cashe then reaches down and wraps the cord around Laughlin’s head.

Laughlin quickly takes notice of what Cashe is doing and bites down on the cord as it crosses his mouth. Happy as if were a fish on the end of his line, Cashe pulls back on the cord, bending Laughlin’s neck back. The cord then slips from in between Laughlin’s teeth and goes into his mouth, applying pressure to the corners of his mouth. Cashe continues pulling back on the cord, trying to rip Laughlin’s head off. Fighting through the pain, Laughlin begins to push himself up but Cashe then drops down, putting all of his weight onto Laughlin’s back.

VASSA: “Laughlin is trying to get out of this tight situation but I don’t think Cashe is going to let that happen.”

JOHNSON: “He needs to do something because if he doesn’t, Cashe is going to rip his head clean off!”

VASSA: “He could always chew through the cord. He just better hope that Cashe doesn’t find an outlet to plug it in to.”

JOHNSON: “Hold on a second! Laughlin is starting to push himself up, even with Cashe on his back.”

Using all of his strength, Laughlin begins slowly pushing himself up with Cashe still on his back and the extension cord pulled tightly between his lips. Growing red in the face, Laughlin manages to push himself up to all fours and then begins fighting to work his way up to both feet. Cashe quickly lets up on the cord, giving Laughlin just enough time to get it out of his mouth. Cashe then pulls back on the cord again, this time choking Laughlin with it as it presses across his throat.

Laughlin then reaches back with both hands and locks onto Cashe, all while being choked with the cord. He then lunges over and rips Cashe off of his back, pulling him over his head, and slamming him back first onto the top of the barricade. Cashe yells as the metal on flesh contact is made and his spine cracks. He then falls straight down to the floor on top of his head with a thud.

VASSA: “Daaaaaaaaaamn!”

JOHNSON: “Things have been brutal with these two in such a short amount of time. I don’t know how much more their bodies can take.”

VASSA: “He’s going to be feeling that for weeks to come. Go ahead and call a chiropractor because he’s going to need a back adjustment!”

Cashe’s body folds over while he remains on his head. Laughlin then raises his foot and kicks it right between Cashe’s legs, planting his foot into Cashe’s face! Cashe then rolls over to his side. Grabbing him by the head, Laughlin pulls him up to his feet and then slams him back first into the barricade. Cashe reaches out with both arms and grabs onto the barricade, holding himself up. With Cashe’s chest exposed, Laughlin then hits him across the chest with a stinging knife edge chop.

Laughlin grabs Cashe by the back of the head with one hand and shoulder with the other and rips him away from the barricade. He then turns to the ring and drags Cashe along before throwing him head first into the ringside steps.

CCLLUUNNKK!!!

Cashe’s body knocks the steps over as the fans in the front row ignite with cheers and pleasure for the violence presented to them. Crawling over the steps, Cashe tries to get some distance in between him and Laughlin. Before he gets too far, Laughlin moves in and grabs onto his foot, stopping him from getting any further. Searching the floor, Cashe’s eyes widen as he spots a nearby toaster, Reaching out, he grabs ahold of it as Laughlin turns him over. Cashe then leans forward and takes a swing for the fences, smashing the toaster across the side of Laughlin’s face.

CCRRUUNNCCHH!!!

JOHNSON: “Oh my!”

VASSA: “Out of nowhere he takes a toaster to the face!”

JOHNSON: “Bryan is still standing but I don’t think he knows where he is.”

With Laughlin dazed and confused after the stunning toaster shot to the head, Cashe quickly pushes himself up. Looking down at the toaster in hand, Cashe laughs at the sight of the side caved in from the impact. Cashe then tosses the toaster to a fan standing in the front row, giving them a souvenir for coming out to the show. Cashe then walks to the trash can and picks it up from the floor. Holding it upside down, he shakes the remaining items out of it. Raising it above his head, Cashe then takes a step forward and launches it into the air, throwing it directly into Laughlin’s chest, knocking him to the floor.

Cashe then rushes over to Laughlin and leaps into the air, coming down with a crushing headbutt, hurting himself in the process. He then rolls away from Laughlin before stopping on his back and looking up at the ceiling. The two then slowly begin getting back to their feet. Standing first, Cashe rushes in to Laughlin and wraps him up, spearing him into the steps that are knocked over. He then crawls over top of Laughlin and mounts himself. Unloading with fists of fury, Cashe connects with a few punches to Laughlin’s head before transitioning the attack into gorilla styled fists, coming down on Laughlin’s skull with force.

After taking a couple of fists to the head, Laughlin reaches up with both hands and grabs onto the sides of Cashe’s head. He then presses his thumbs into Cashe’s eyes, stopping him from throwing anymore clubs. Noticing the corner of the ring right beside then, Laughlin then pulls Cashe’s head to the side, slamming it into the corner of the ring. Cashe quickly pulls his head away and immediately begins rubbing his ear as that was the pinch point between his head and the corner.

VASSA: “Goddamn!”

JOHNSON: “I really don’t know what all to say about this match.”

VASSA: “I don’t even know if we can technically call it a match. This has been a fight since the sound of the bell.”

JOHNSON: “He said he wanted to reinvent the division but these two have taken it to an entirely new level here tonight.”

In a world of pain, Cashe looks to his left and grabs a bag of thumbtacks. He then swings down and hits Laughlin in the face with it, busting the bag wide open and sending thumbtacks flying everywhere. Zooming in, a few thumbtacks appear to the lodged into the side of Laughlin’s head as blood begins trickling from the punctures. Cashe then pushes himself up and takes a step back away from Laughlin, taking a moment to catch his breath and regain focus.

He then climbs onto the apron and backs away in the opposite direction until coming to a stop at the very end. With Laughlin down on his back and picking at the thumbtacks in the side of his head, Cashe then begins to run down the apron towards him. Jumping off the apron, Cashe comes down with an elbow drop aimed straight for his head.

VASSA: “This is goi–“

JOHNSON: “Bryan moved out of the way!”

Before Cashe can land the elbow, Laughlin rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but the hard floor to break his fall.

JOHNSON: “OOHHH!!!”

VASSA: “That was a pretty sweet elbow drop he did to the floor right there!”

Cashe curls up on the floor, holding his elbow after the nasty crash against the floor. Meanwhile, Laughlin slowly pushes himself back to his feet. After pulling out the last thumbtack from the side of his head, he flicks it into the crowd before turning his attention back to Cashe. Pulling Cashe to his feet, Laughlin wraps him up before lifting him into the air and driving his back into the side of the ring. With his arms still wrapped around Cashe, he then lifts him up again while stepping backwards and tossing him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Cashe crashes to the floor and rolls into the barricade, coming to an abrupt stop. Not wasting any time, Laughlin gets back up and rushes over to Cashe, kicking him over and over in the side. He then pulls Cashe up from the floor but as he does, Cashe thrusts his head forward and hits Laughlin right between the eyes with a headbutt. Both men stagger backwards, feeling the effects from the headbutt, more so Cashe than Laughlin. Looking up to Cashe with watery eyes, Laughlin then moves in and takes a swing for his head with a right hook. Cashe ducks underneath the punch and steps in behind Laughlin as his body rotates.

Cashe then wraps Laughlin up with both arms around the waist. In a burst of energy, Cashe lifts Laughlin up from his feet and drives him head first into the barricade with a German suplex. Laughlin rolls over to his back motionless as Cashe slowly leans up, looking over at the damage he had done. Cashe then crawls over him and hooks the leg as the official drops in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

JOHNSON: “There’s the thr–“

VASSA: “NNOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: “Oh my goodness, Bryan managed to kick out after that deadly German suplex!”

VASSA: “These two are refusing to stay down! How much longer can this go on?”

JOHNSON: “This is insane!”

Cashe looks down at Laughlin in shock before slowly raising his eyes and looking at the official. The two stare at each other for a brief moment in disbelief as the entire arena begins to rumble with the fans chanting.

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

Cashe then pushes himself up, pressing both fists into Laughlin’s chest. He then scratches his head for a moment, still in shock that Laughlin was able to kick out of that pin attempt. He then refocuses and grabs ahold of Laughlin’s arm before pulling him up to his feet. Holding Laughlin’s head with his left hand, Cashe then swings with his right and connects with a vicious European uppercut. Laughlin staggers backwards but remains on his feet. Cashe then extends both arms and swings his hands inward, going for the infamous bell clap he uses so often. Ducking at the last moment, Cashe’s hands slap together as Laughlin avoids the impact.

Laughlin then swings upward with an uppercut, connecting underneath Cashe’s chin, sending his head popping backwards. Laughlin then grabs ahold of his head with one hand and pushes it down while locking onto his arm with the other. Dragging Cashe towards the other end of the ring, Laughlin then throws him head first towards the ringside crew sitting nearby in chairs. Moving out of the way, the ringside crew clears the space as Cashe rolls head first into a row of steel chairs, knocking them all over as he crashes into them.

As Cashe pushes himself up, Laughlin quickly grabs ahold of one of the chairs and folds it up. Just as Cashe stands, Laughlin raises the chair above his head and swings down with it, connecting over the top of Cashe’s head.

TTTWWWAAACCCKKK!!!

Cashe stumbles back a few steps but remains on his feet. Laughlin then takes another overhead swing with the chair, cracking it over Cashe’s head again.

TTTWWWAAACCCKKK!!!

Still on his feet, Cashe wobbles back and forth as blood begins to cover his face, pouring from a huge cut across the top of his forehead. Surprised, Laughlin watches Cashe as he maintains his balance. He then looks down at the chair, eyeing the huge dent in the backrest. Laughlin then draws back once more and swings with all of his might. Somewhat alert, Cashe throws a striking elbow and connects with the chair, saving it from cracking him over the skull once more.

TTTWWWAAACCCKKK!!!

The chair falls from Laughlin’s hands as Cashe quickly pulls in his elbow, holding it with his other hand against the side of his body.

JOHNSON: “Cashe just stopped the chair shot with the Mark of Jason!”

VASSA: “We’ve seen that move a lot over the years but not once have we seen him use it as a defense.”

JOHNSON: “He sacrificed his arm with that and it’s really showing now.”

VASSA: “Look at the bright side. He knocked the chair out of Bryan’s hands.”

With his arm limp by his side, Cashe waves at Laughlin with his good hand. He then walks towards him and lunges forward with a punch. Throwing his arm up, Laughlin swats Cashe’s arm away. Cashe then throws another punch but comes up short as Laughlin blocks it. As if fighting for his life, Cashe lunges forward once more with his good arm, aiming a punch straight for Laughlin’s head. Laughlin ducks underneath and then picks Cashe up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then lifts Cashe and spins his body in mid-air while keeping hold of Cashe’s shoulders. Laughlin catches Cashe and brings him down with a double knee gut buster!

JOHNSON: “GMA!!!”

VASSA: “Good Morning America!”

JOHNSON: “Cashe is laid out cold!”

VASSA: “Ho-ly shit!”

With Cashe rolled over to his back, Laughlin slowly covers him, just laying over him as the exhaustion has taken over. The official then races over and sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “holy shit! Holy shit! Laughlin wins it!”

JOHNSON: “We have a new 4CW XTV Champion! Bryan Laughlin has defeated Jason Cashe right here on Adrenaline!”

VASSA: “I knew this was going to be a brawl but I didn’t expect anything like this. These two literally beat the shit out of each other.”

JOHNSON: “I’m surprised either one made it this far into the ‘match’.”

The official begins to slowly pulls Laughlin up from Cashe, holding him tightly as he is unable to stand on his own. A member of the ringside crew rushes in with the XTV Championship and hands it to the official.

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

The official then hands the championship to Laughlin who holds it tightly against his body as the official raises his free hand in the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW XTV Champion… BRYAN LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”

As his name echoes over the arena, Laughlin drops to both knees, unable to stand any longer. “Out of My Mind” then hits the speakers as the fans erupt at the crowning of a new XTV Champion.

VASSA: “Cashe has defended that championship every other week since it changed from the Extreme Championship to the XTV Championship. I’m at a loss for words right now.”

JOHNSON: “He has numerous title defenses to his reign and there isn’t a single doubt in my mind that he won’t be given his rematch at South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “I don’t even know if either man will be able to make it to South Beach Brawl. We’ve seen some extreme matches with that belt but this could very well be the most brutal match we’ve seen to date.”

JOHNSON: “You might be right, Vinny. The only thing that’s missing is a bed of nails.”

VASSA: “Don’t get too wild, Steve. This wasn’t a special gimmick match or anything.”

JOHNSON: “Well folks, you’ve witnessed it right here with us. Bryan Laughlin has defeated Jason Cashe to become the new XTV Champion. I don’t know how either man was able to last this long but a new champion has been crowned. We’re going to get medical staff here to assist these men. In the meantime, we’ll be right back here at ringside momentarily after we clear the ring for our next match.”

VASSA: “Clear the ring? They didn’t even use the ring.”

The scene opens up to a familiar face, former 4CW champion Jair Hopkins. Hops was dressed in his usual get-up with earbuds pressed firmly into his ears. Jair is walking down one of the many hallways in the Coliseum, head bobbing to the beat as he does so. Hopkins starts to really get into the music he’s listening to, closing his eyes and adding a bit of rhythm to his steps. He continues down the hall and goes to turn a corner when is abruptly stopped by the 4CW championship being whacked across his face.

HOPKINS: “WHAT THE FU-“

Before he can even get the words out of his mouth Dakota Smith is on him! Dakota drops the belt and instead uses his fists to start bashing Jair’s face. Hopkins tries to fight back but that all comes to an end as Dakota slams his head up against one of the hallway walls. Before Jair’s body can go limp Dakota swoops around him and grabs – lifting him up into the air and german suplexing him into the same wall as before. Hopkins body smacks against the floor as Dakota makes his way back up to his feet. He walks over to his championship and picks it back up, holding it in his hands for a second before making his way back to Jair. He gives the downed man a few well placed kicks to the ribs before dropping down to his knees and grabbing him by the back of the head. He shoves the 4CW championship in the face of Jair, almost grating his skin as he does so.

SMITH: “DO YOU SEE THIS? ITS MINE! NEVER YOURS! Filthy fuckin’ maggot!”

As Dakota pulls his championship away he spits at Jair’s face, a sickening grin on his lips as he does so. Dakota looks at the blood that is now dripping off his championship, the butcher licks his lips before licking the championship itself. You can hear the security team making there way down the hall as Dakota decides to make his exit, the camera zooming in on the laid out Jair Hopkins before switching over to the next part of the show.

The Scene opens with Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” playing through the sound system. Out from the top of the ramp comes none other than #THEMainMan Parker Van Peters. He walks down to the ring as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks and takes a drink of some pink drink out of a water battle. He has a mic in hand, and is sporting a #Plexus T-shirt. He smiles, wipes his feet on the ring apron, and climbs into the ring. The crowd boos loudly as he takes center stage as his music fades.

PVP: “The following promo is brought to you by Plexus and Tylenol… for all your physical aches and pains… now, let’s get down to it. You ALL know who I am, and I have no clue who you people are, nor do I care. But you should all, each and every one of you get down on your knees and thank the Lord above that THE Parker Van Peters has decided to grace you with my presence.”

The crowd shoots back at the snide comment with a loud “WHO?”

PVP: “Oh look… you morons watch the internet. Hilarious. I can wait until you’re done….”

They respond again with a groan of displeasure and continue in a chorus of boos.

PVP: “For years in this business… I have been THE big fish in a small, crappy pond. My career was taking off yet floundering at the same time. Morons in this business tried to keep me under their thumb, try to keep this stallion corralled… morons like Miles Blake who have no reason to be anywhere near this business… he is nothing but a failure. His business… his marriage… his promoting… EVERYTHING that man touched died… except THE Parker Van Peters. I won every title in every stupid promotion you ever opened. I put your stupid wrestling promotions on the map. I did all the work you couldn’t do… and all it did was ALMOST cost me my career. Luckily… #THEMainMan is just that dang good.

So Perry Wallace approached me with an amazing offer… and listen to me when I say amazing as THE Parker Van Peters is getting PAID… but I digress… I took the offer to come to THE Best wrestling promotion in the world… and what happens the next day. THE NEXT DAY after I sign here, this other less than stellar company I was attached to closes its door. Not a shock. When your only gun leaves… it’s hard to keep the doors open. Without PVP… literally no one cared.

And now PVP is here… and once again I bring with me a certain relevance and prestige to 4 Corners Wrestling… you’re all welcome. Without me… sure you people would enjoy… some form of sports entertainment… but with PVP… it will finally be great. I am greatness… and we all know that you people paid for your tickets knowing I would be here. All of you want to see THE Parker Van Peters!!!!”

Another loud “WHO?” From the fans jam packed inside the venue.

PVP: “Adorable… you diabetic, welfare check collecting mouth breathers are in the very presence of perfection… you are looking upon the pinnacle of God’s creation and…”

“We Want Penny! We Want Penny! We Want Penny!”

PVP: “Really?”

The fans continue to chant Penny’s name.

PVP: “Alright…never say THE Parker Van Peters wasn’t a giving man. Lets all welcome my darling, adorable, beautiful baby sister… Penelope Van Peters!!!!”

“Rich Girl” by Gwen Stefani plays and out walks the beautiful and perky Penny Van Peters. The crowd erupts as she walks to the ring, waving and blowing kisses.. Parker opens the top and middle rope for her as she steps through.

PVP: “Sweet baby sister… I am so glad you were able to come out here tonight.”

PENNY: “I was just sooooooooo happy to be invited!!!! I love it here and I am meeting soooooo many new friends!!!!”

PVP: “Friends… meeting new friends huh… seems to me you have made lots of new friends this week. Seems to me… you have been very… friendly with an assortment of people.”

PENNY: “Yes I have… I just LOVE being friendly with people.”

PVP: “We have a different name for what your being… here in the real world… you are being nothing more than a slut… a tramp… a floozy… the village bicycle… I could go on…”

PENNY: “Please don’t! your being a jerk Parky!!!”

PVP: “Jerk? You messing around with any and everything… you are spreading your legs for God knows who in Gods knows where doing God knows what… did you know I have some cousins asking if you’re a lesbian Penny?”

PENNY: “Of course I’m not a… *whispers* lesbian…… you really can say that word on television Parky. You will get in trouble. I’m just good friends with lots of people. Lesbians have sex… and sex is when a boy and a girl touch each others privates… and no boy touches my private so I CAN’T be a lesbian because I’m NOT having sex… trust me… I am very smart.”

PVP: “I’m shocked… Penny… you may be the dumbest, stupidest, sluttiest, trampiest…”

PENNY: “STOP IT!!!! Let’s just bring out my newest BFF, Alexis Terry… and we can ask her!!!”

The atmosphere inside the arena changes dramatically as the fans hurry to their feet. The arena grows dark and smoke fills the ramp as “One Night In Bangkok” By Murray Head begins to play and emerging through the smoke is none other than Alexis Terry clad in a tight fitting black cocktail dress. She places her hands on her hips and stares down at Penny and PVP in the ring. Penny is clapping along and dancing to the song as PVP locks eyes with the girl that has interfered so drastically with his sister’s life. Alexis makes her way to the ring and steps through the top and second rope. She is handed a microphone and her music fades.

She eyes the fans who are unsure how to react quite yet. She smirks and turns her attention to Penny.

TERRY: “You don’t have to stand out here and listen to him Penny. How about you go to my locker room and wait for me? We can go dinner once I am through with your mean old brother, OK?”

PENNY: “Okie dokie… I will miss you!”

Penny hugs Alexis and sticks her tongue out at PVP. Alexis makes sure to lower her hand just enough to make PVP uncomfortable. Penny exits the ring and walks up the ramp as some of the fans cheer her on and reach their hands out. She fades behind the black curtain. PVP steps forward.

PVP: “So… you’re the one… you’re the one messing around with MY sister. I must say… (Parker checks Alexis up and down) Penelope has amazing taste.”

Alexis reaches her hand out and stops PVP from getting any further.

TERRY: “First off, you need to keep at least three feet from me at all times. Just because you are in this ring doesn’t make you any more privileged than these losers who are obviously here to see me.”

“Fuck You Terry! Fuck You Terry!” The fans chant now having their answer from earlier on how exactly to take Alexis Terry’s presence.

TERRY: “You no longer need to worry about Penny and I’s relationship. I only want what is best for her. You and everybody in the back need to stay focused one what is more important – Alexis Terry has arrived in 4CW. It’s been a long, long time coming and I have been readying for this day for as long as I can remember. I have seen it and done it all but I have one goal left and that is to conquer this company just like I have every other one I’ve stepped foot in. So right now and right here in this ring I am declaring myself the new face of 4CW. And I do not care what anybody has to say about it.

But there, there is a reason besides keeping your little perky-tit sister happy. We are both new here Parker and just like new kids needing a place to sit at the lunch table we both need somebody we can count on. Strength is in numbers and right now, I am giving you the offer of a lifetime. You can either take your Tylenol and Plexus, and head up the ramp and watch me claim my throne all by myself. Or, and if you were smart you would take this option, you can join me by my side and together – we can run 4CW with an iron fist.”

Alexis lowers her microphone and the fans erupt in boos. PVP looks around and nods before lifting his microphone.

PVP: “I see what you mean. We both are new here….and both need to make an impact. Why don’t you…myself….(sighing) And Penny….go have a business dinner and discuss the future.”

She extends her hand and PVP shakes it as Alexis’ music hits. PVP opens the ropes and Alexis slips through and together the two head up the ramp to the back.

UNDERCARD
LUKE JONES VS. KAT JONES

JOHNSON: ”We’re all set for our next match up of the evening and folks, it’s going to be, well, an interesting one for lack of a better way to explain it.”

VASSA: ”Why do I have that bad feeling like this is going to be one of those matches not for some of the audience members to bear witness to?”

JOHNSON: ”I don’t even know what you’re thinking, Vinny, and I’m almost afraid to ask!”

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

“Insurrection” by Lamb of God blasts throughout the arena as Luke Jones steps onto the ramp. The hood from his jacket covers his head as he bobs it with the beat of the music. As the drums kick in Luke throws back his hood and yells loudly pounding his chest. He stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before taking off towards the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Lexington, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall! He is “The Annihilator”, LUKE JJOONNEESS!!!”

Luke slides into the ring and begins bouncing off the ropes, before climbing the turnbuckle and lifting his arm above his head.

JOHNSON: ”There he is, Mr. Luke Jones! If he wasn’t involved with 4CW, I honestly have to wonder what he would be doing in his free time.”

VASSA: ”Probably sitting in an office and listening to some shmuck lying on the couch and listening to his #99Problems.”

JOHNSON: ”Oh my…I’ll just…leave that out there for others to interpret.”

“Release me”

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

Feeling the hot bile

With every fake smile

Though no evidence was ever found

It never went away completely”

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

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

“I try to hide from the unholy sound of it

Another day gone

Another night’s dawn”

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

JOHNSON: ”And here is Kat Jones! She’s definitely been a pest to some in the back locker room and she’s someone you don’t want to be standing across the ring from.”

VASSA: ”I beg your problem? For fuck sakes man, I’d be the FIRST person to stand across the ring from her. I’d let her rough me up if you know what I mean!”

JOHNSON: ”Well, regardless, it’s going to be interesting to see how Kat handles Luke here tonight. She’s definitely got a fighting spirit, and that might spell trouble for Luke.”

DING!!! DING!!!

As the match officially begins, Luke charges towards Kat, but Kat measures up to Luke and hits a stiff standing dropkick which levels Luke into the mat. Luke is quickly able to get back up as he shakes off the kick from Kat with a smile. He rubs the top of his head and almost proceeds by having Kat attack him again. Whatever the case, Kat happily obliges Luke’s request and instead of hitting another dropkick, which was exactly what Luke was expecting, Kat instead hits a few chops to the chest before swinging her foot up in the air and connecting with a spinning heel kick that takes Luke down. Luke was surprised by the move as he was expecting the dropkick.

JOHNSON: ”Good display of finesse there by Kat! The WildKat already proving why she’s a dangerous threat to those who stand in her way!”

VASSA: ”Her heel minus well by a fucking razor blade because that last shot looked like it hurt Luke!”

As Luke emerges back on his feet, Kat comes behind him and grabs a hold of him and attempts a belly to back suplex as Luke lands square on his feet. Kat turns around thinking that Luke hit the ground but is quick to find her assumption was the complete opposite as Luke grabs Kat and drives a knee to Kat’s midsection before he connects with a suplex of his own. Kat rises back up and Luke runs towards and hits her with a shoulder block. As soon as Kat hits the mat, Luke drops a leg into her throat as he covers Kat up.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”That was some quick work there by Luke!”

VASSA: ”Sure was! That’s how you handle the stability of your work all it takes is some quick thinking and action to change the fortunes of a match!”

As Kat gets back to her feet, Luke takes the chance to return the favor by sticking a dropkick right into the face of Kat. Kat shakes it off as Luke tosses her a couple times with some hip tosses before setting Kat into a bridging german suplex into a pinfall attempt.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Luke almost got the victory right there! Kat was able to power out of the bridge and keep herself going in this match.”

VASSA: ”It looks as if Luke is already getting into Kat’s head with some psychological mind games and against a fighter like Kat, that is a pretty damn great idea!”

Luke continues as he looks to keep the match in his favor by keeping Kat guessing around every corner. Luke whips Kat into the ropes and attempts a Lou Thesz Press, but Kat maneuvers from Luke and grabs him by kicking off the middle ropes and planting Luke into the canvas with a bulldog. Kat mounts Luke and just goes furious as she unleashes several rights into the face of Luke before grabbing him and sticking a side effect into him. Kat drops down and goes for the cover on Luke.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Uh oh, Kat is starting to get hot! Bad news for Luke!”

VASSA: ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kat that frustrated before. It’s almost like she’s disgusted with Luke’s performance against her.”

Kat bounces off the ropes as she comes back at Luke but Luke surprises her quickly by throwing up a European uppercut which causes her to stumble. Luke tries to use this as a smokescreen by charging at Kat but Kat is ready this time as she grabs him and literally hurls him over the top rope to the outside. Fired up, Kat rebounds off the ropes again and charges towards the ropes as she dives through the second rope and takes Luke down with a suicide dive on the outside.

On the outside, Kat grabs Luke and whips him back first into the steel ring steps which causes the entire arena to hear the impact. Kat starts to stomp away at Luke viciously and she knows she can extend that four count warning into a ten count warning from a countdown from the referee.

JOHNSON: ”Watch out! This fight has spilled to the outside!”

VASSA: ”This is what we came to expect for this match! We always knew it would literally be a FIGHT!”

The crowd are hot on their fight as the intensity of this match has picked up. Kat continues her assault on Luke by dragging him over to the announcer’s table. She grabs his head and slams it as Luke’s head ricochets off the table and on the ground. The referee starts the ten count.

“One! … Two! … Three!” Kat kicks Luke in the back of the head a few more times before whipping him back first into the back of the apron. “Four! … Five!” Kat follows that up by leveling Luke with the Freaked Out as Luke’s head is driven hard into the ground. Kat then hears the referee making a ten count and not aware what number he is at as she slides under the bottom rope back into the ring. “Six! … Seven! … Eight!” Luke shakes his head trying to shake off the impact of Kat’s signature move as he looks to the ring when the referee counts.. “Nine!”

Luke musters his energy as he is able to throw himself under the bottom rope right before the ten count!

JOHNSON: ”What a great awareness Luke has! I thought this match was about to be over!”

VASSA: ”Talk about fucking CLOSE! I thought Kat would have won this match, but Luke is just as much as a fighter as Kat and he isn’t going to settle for less!”

Kat shakes her head in doubt as she walks over towards Luke who ends up rolling back out of the ring. Kat follows suit and the instant she rolls out, Luke grabs Kat and slams her down on the ground with a spinebuster. Now it’s Luke going crazy as he starts unleashing kick after kick into the back of Kat’s head before he picks her up and throws her straight into the ring post. As she collides off the post, she stumbles backwards as Luke grabs her and stuns her with a german suplex. Luke sends Kat right back into the ring as he climbs back up and goes between the ropes. Luke attempts to grab Kat, but Kat rolls him up out of nowhere into a roll up.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Luke powers out just in time! Both these stars have surprised each other with moves!”

VASSA: ”I feel like we’re playing twenty fucking questions here! Only in 4CW can you expect the most random of shit to happen and I love it!”

Kat and Luke start to exchange lefts and rights in the middle of the ring now as the other gets a more powerful blow on the other as this exchange takes place for a few moments. Luke sends another knee to the midsection of Kat before connecting with an exploder suplex. Luke then grabs her and connects in the corner with Keeping up with the Jone’s. Luke drops down and covers Kat.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Kat kicks out just in time! Luke can feel the momentum in his favor now and this spells bad news for Kat!”

VASSA: ”Well just look at him! He looks like he just won the fucking lottery in there! Wait a minute, what in the world is he doing?!”

Luke starts to taunt towards the crowd before he turns his attention back to Kat as a devious, dirty look comes across his face. He walks over to Kat, who’s unaware of Luke’s presence right above her as Luke reaches down and grabs Kat behind the waist. Suddenly, his hands start to surf up towards Kat’s chest as he squarely plants BOTH of his hands over Kat’s tits and gets quite the reaction from the crowd who were not expecting this sexual behavior from Luke.

JOHNSON: ”Am I seeing this right?! Is Luke seriously grabbing Kat’s tits?! That’s a sexual assault right there! What the hell?!”

VASSA: ”Shut the fuck up Stevie! This is a beautiful sight I’m seeing! RIP OFF HER TOP LUKE!!!”

As the crowd continue to rev up, Luke is seen with a dirty, smug smile as he did the one thing Kat didn’t want him too, obviously ignoring Kat’s threats to him if he were to do something like he’s doing right now. The referee looks on oddly and he doesn’t exactly know how to react to this behavior and because the referee has a view of just Kat, Kat takes her foot and swings it behind her as she makes a bullseye shot straight to Luke’s balls. Luke releases his hold on Kat as he drops to his knees reacting to the pain and the referee doesn’t exactly know what to make of this bizarre situation. All of a sudden, Kat turns around and you can see the look of fire and general pissed off expression across her face as she grabs Luke and sends him down into the mat with the Freaked Out. Kat doesn’t stop there as she then grabs Luke and connects with the KAT-Astrophe as a cover is made.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner….KAT JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES!!”

JOHNSON: ”And Kat scores the victory here tonight! Although, I don’t think Luke was quite expecting that outcome.”

VASSA: ”You know what they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!”

Kat celebrates in the ring all the while glaring a cold death stare into a downed Luke Jones as the show cuts backstage.

Opening up on live television, we see the beautiful green hills of California and we read the Hollywood sign which is pretty confusing since we’re not in California this week. Quickly being taken away from the camera, we see that it was nothing more than a picture and the person holding it is Drew Stevenson who tosses it behind him while grinning from ear to ear.

STEVENSON: “There has been a lot of talking between us this week Hollywood, wouldn’t you agree? I’m going to beat you, you’re going to beat me, that has been thrown around so many times now that everybody is tired of hearing about it and they’re ready to see it.

The biggest opportunity lies right in front of us Hollywood, the opportunity to advance one step closer to immortality is at hand and it all comes down to me, you and Jair. Here’s the thing Hollywood, everybody knows that you can talk the talk because you’re good at that but as far as walking the walk?

I’m going to stop you right there, dead in your tracks because you’re trying to grab the exact same brass ring that I’m looking to grab and needless to say? I have absolutely no problems ripping off your hands for trying to commit such a sin.”

Keeping his eyes focused on the camera, he began to hop around a little bit as to loosen up before his big match which is later on tonight.

STEVENSON: “For the past week Hollywood, I have listened to you refer to yourself as a God. I have listened to you and I have taken in every single thing that you have said because as I have already told you and the rest of the world, I have put you down once before and it’s only a matter of time, moments actually before I put you down yet again.

You may have the popularity of Hollywood, you may be able to talk like all of the celebrities in Hollywood and you may even be as cliché as to share that name but one thing is for certain – I’m going to expose you for what you are tonight, a fake, I’m going to end your hopes and dreams of even thinking about becoming the 4CW Champion because while you refer to yourself as a God and live in your own little fantasy world? I live in reality Hollywood and she is one cruel bitch, you’re about to find that out.”

Finishing up with what he had to say, he stops hopping around and turns to the left exiting out of view as he has nothing left to say.

UNDERCARD
JACE SAVAGE VS. DARRYL WALLACE

The arena goes black as the opening thirty seconds to “Animal” by Disturbed plays over the speakers. As the guitar rifts and drum beats start to play a multitude of color lights starts flashing around the arena. Jace comes walking out from behind the curtain looking like he is ready for a fight as soon as he gets to the entrance ramp he points out to the fans and takes off in a sprint towards the ring slapping fans hands on the way down. Jace slides into the middle of the ring from under the ropes. He runs over and hopes on te nearest turn buckle slaps his chest with his right hand as he points to the crowd with his left. He hops off the turn buckle to get ready for his match.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, JACE SSAAVVAAGGEE!!!”

“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: “We’ve got The Order versus The Unstable in this one. There aren’t too many people like Darryl Wallace but Jace Savage gets overlooked. I’m sure both want to get the win here tonight!”

VASSA: “Darryl is a beast and Jace has recently gained the attention of our XTV Champion.”

JOHNSON: “Darryl and Cashe haven’t had the best trust between them either. If Darryl beats Jace, the members of Unstable might mend the fences!”

Darryl barrels in at Jace as the bell sounds.

DING!!! DING!!!

Jace ducks under the bearhug grapple and throws a leg kick to the outside of Darryl’s left knee. Darryl swings out with his long arms but Jace feints back to dodge it. Throwing a middle kick, Jace Savage lands to the hip of Darryl but the big man catches it at his side. Forcing the leg down with a fling, Darryl rushes forward and crashes into Jace with a tremendous Clothesline. Hitting the canvas, Jace sits up and begins to rise. Darryl grabs him by the head, holding him around the throat. Dragging Jace two steps, Darryl launches Jace Savage across the ring with a Choke Toss.

Again Jace starts to rise, his back arched from the toss but he fights through it as he stands to his feet. Coming in to maintain control, Darryl Wallace drives a knee into Jace’s stomach and grabs in a Front Headlock, locking it with a Standing Guillotine. Trying to push himself free, Jace Savage tugs and spins but Darryl keeps him tightly secured in the submission.

VASSA: “Dee has Jace locked up, his strength really helps in a submission like that. He has control and leverage. This could be a short coming for Jace Savage!”

JOHNSON: “It’s locked in tightly and Darr– OHHH!!”

Savage, arms wrapped around the waist of Darryl tries lifting the bigger man. Darryl tightens the hold and lifts at the neck but using that momentum, Jace Savage lifts and snaps back, sending Darryl up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex. The camera catches as Darryl’s eyes widen from the surprise of being lifted. Fans start clapping as the submission is released and both men push back to their feet. Darryl much quicker still carrying his surprised look on his face. Rushing in to once again clobber Jace with a clothesline, gets it ducked.

Hugging the back of Darryl, Jace Savage slides his head in under Darryl’s arm and goes to lift him with a Backbody Drop but Darryl drives down an elbow into the back of Jace’s neck. Back spinning, Darryl gets behind a dazed Jace Savage and lifts him up, slamming him with a huge German Suplex.

JOHNSON: “What a suplex by Darryl Wallace!”

Keeping hold of Jace’s waist, Darryl rolls up back to his feet bringing Jace with him. He goes for a second German Suplex and hits it. Jace looks wobbly in the eyes as Darryl once again rolls up to his feet and Jace is manhandled like a blow up doll. Before Darryl can hit a third, Jace throws back a well place and desperate elbow. Jace pulls his arm forward to throw another Elbow but Darryl headbutts Jace to the back of his head with his neck is exposed.

Grabbing Jace from behind at the neck and waistline of his trunks, Darryl launches Jace over the ropes. Jace holds on and drops down to a knee on the outside ring apron. As Darryl steps in, Jace rockets a punch through the ropes and connects to the groin of “Dirty D” Wallace, the referee in a bad angle and doesn’t see it as Darryl curls over, holding the rope.

VASSA: “You have to respect Jace’s ring presence, he snatched that punch in when the referee couldn’t see it!”

JOHNSON: “I believe Darryl might still hold the upper ground, Jace just bought himself a small window of time.”

In a rage, Darryl reaches over the ropes to grab Jace but Jace Savage holding the rope, falls back and shoots a kick up catching Darryl to the face. It stumbles the big man back away from the ropes. Quickly, Jace pulls up, standing on the outside apron and looks into the ring. He leaps up, springing onto the ropes and flipping into the ring going for a Slingshot Dragonrana but Darryl holds the waist and slams Jace down with a mighty Powerbomb into the canvas. Big Dee falls over and both men are laid out in the ring.

JOHNSON: “What a counter! That Powerbomb shook the ring!”

The referee being forced to give both men the count of 10 to rise, reaches 6 before Darryl is up on his feet. Shaking off any daze he might have from the kick moments again, he gets control of Jace as he sits on a knee.

Suddenly the audience goes wild with cheers as Jason Cashe comes out from the back in a hurry!

VASSA: “It’s Cashe! He’s coming for Jace, he was looking for him before the match and knew he’d be out here tonight!”

JOHNSON: “This was getting good, let them fight… Cashe has to ruin a good match.”

VASSA: “Maybe he won’t interfere, maybe just maybe he is out here for moral support for Darryl?”

Their original thought was correct as Cashe not in full sprint but a rushing jog hits the ring, sliding in under the bottom ropes. Darryl turns back to see him just as Cashe rockets from the canvas and launches himself at Jace Savage, spearing him into the ground. Mounting Jace, Jason Cashe goes to town with wild and rapid shots. Jace with his hands up trying to block is getting overwhelmed as the referee has no choice but call for the bell.

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

The referee continues calling for the bell before trying to grab hold of Cashe. Lefts and Rights thrown down as wild as they can come from Cashe.

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

JOHNSON: “He is beating the brakes of Jace Savage! Jace has no where to go!”

Darryl standing there staring down at Cashe as he lays into Jace, doesn’t look too pleased. Finally he throws his hand in a motion of frustration and steps in, grabbing Cashe and ripping him off Jace. Flinging him into a spin. Cashe pops up big eyed and rushing in at Darryl as the two men press into each other like Bears about to scrap. Darryl standing over Cashe, face palms the “Troubled1” and shoves him back. The two argue as things become heated between the two Unstable members.

DING!!! DING!!!

VASSA: “This is an embarrassment for Unstable, they shouldn’t be fighting! Come on guys!!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think either man cares right now but Jace Savage with the help of the referee is getting out of the way.”

Standing outside the ring, Jace is bent over holding himself up using the stairs at the corner. Mike Powers make the official ruling of the match.

POWERS: “Your winner by way of Disqualification… JACE SSAAVVAAGGEE!!!”

Stumbling, Jace throws up his arms groggy as he keeps balance on his own and from slow moving, he picks up speed and hightails it. On the entrance ramp, he falls down and not once takes his eyes off the ring.

In the ring, Darryl grabs Cashe by the throat with both hands and walks him back against the ropes closest to the entrance way. Cashe has his hands up, his face showing remorse for his actions as he begins to talk Darryl down. Putting his hands together, Cashe shows Darryl the “U” hand sign representing Unstable and the method seems to work as Darryl lightens up his grip.

VASSA: “See? People talk their crap about loyalty and which allies are this or that but Unstable is Unstable because the Unity these people show to one another.”

Cashe pats Darryl on the outside of his arm as the fighting comes to an end. Turning just in time to see Jace Savage disappear backstage, Cashe seems to become annoyed. Turning away from Cashe, Darryl Wallace is taken by surprise as Cashe leaps up and latches onto his back for a Piggyback ride. Even some of the fans cheer as the two put their bickering aside.

Out of nowhere Cashe blasts Darryl to the neck with a sharp Elbow. Dropping off his back, Cashe waits as Darryl seems stunned for a moment.

JOHNSON: “What a snake! What a sneaky snake Jason Cashe is proving to be!”

VASSA: “What is this!? What are we seeing? Is Cashe leaving Unstable or is this just a message to Darryl that Cashe just doesn’t care? Here he goes, setting him up!!”

Turning around, Darryl has rage in his glossy eyes as the “Troubled1” jumps and cracks Darryl to the face with a “Mark Of JASON” and the big man tilts back and drops to a knee. Cashe steps back and rushes in, connecting with a wide swinging “Mark Of JASON” and Darryl goes stiff and crashes into the canvas. The fans roaring with a mixed reaction of surprise and shock. Cashe loses his mind, thrashing about, almost taunting as he walks into the ropes, pressing against them with his chest.

VASSA: “He is on a mean streak and continues to display a very Unstable personality!”

Dropping out through the ropes, Cashe forgets about Darryl and heads to the back in chase of Jace Savage.

Walking with a limp, feeling the effects of his Opening bout with Bryan Laughlin is Jason Cashe. Along the hallways he almost seems to be carrying him, ignoring any aches he might have. In his hand is a Baseball. Tossing it up, he catches as he comes to a locker room door. Looking around he pushes down on the door handle and peeks inside. Empty.

CASHE: ”Boy Wonder graduates to Nightwing and he’s still playing Hide & Seek…Silly boy…I will find you Jace..”

Tightly gripped in his left hand, the baseball is held. Jason wasn’t a fan of Baseball but he knew that Jace would run from him on sight. Spending a few hours pitching, he felt he had a decent Fastball and was going to use it tonight. Moving down the hallway, Cashe begins to whistle and between whistling a tune, he calls out for Jace.

CASHE: ”Ready or Not, here I come. Fe Fi Foe and all that good shit, where are you at Jace!? Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Coming to yet another one of the many locker rooms backstage, he wasn’t sure who’s was who’s. There were no tags on the doors this show, just numbers. Looking up at the digits on the door, it read: “69” and he laughed as he turns the knob and peeks inside.

CASHE: ”Ohh shit! My eyes!!!”

Falling back into the door, Cashe covers his eyes with his arm as Rorie Steele is seen inside calmly putting on her bra. The baseball falls from his grip and it rolls into the room where Rorie was. She doesn’t show any reason to rush covering up as Cashe acts as though he went blind from seeing her breasts.

STEELE: ”Oh grow up! They’re just tits..”

CASHE: ”I can’t see! I’m BLIND!!”

Selling the lost vision, he feels for the wall inside the locker room. Pulling himself through the doorway to fully enter, he keeps an arm covering his face as he stumbles and almost falls.

STEELE: ”You’re such a fucking idiot! You should learn to knock if you don’t want to see what happens behind closed doors.”

CASHE: ”I’m gonna throw up..Chicken grease and corn oil…”

The face Rorie makes in response of his words, you might think she wanted to suddenly throw up. Grabbing her shirt, she lets it slide down over her curved body.

STEELE: ”Don’t kick my shit, I will murder you!”

Doing it anyway, the “blinded” Cashe kicks the purse sitting next to a chair. Rorie lets out a “ugh” as she approaches in a hurry and punches Cashe’s upper arm. He falls to the side, exaggerating her strength. Catching himself on a pile of clothes, he looks down and picks up a pair of lacy panties. He gags tossing them aside and hurries to get off the clothes.

CASHE: ”You don’t even have a match RORIE and you have this place trashed like you live here!”

STEELE: ”Die!”

Kicking him in the leg as he stands up, his “blindness” seems to have disappeared as he looks at her with disgust.

CASHE: ”I better not get Pinkeye being in here!”

Across his face he finds an open palm slap. Out of nowhere and his eyes go wide, insulted and offended, he quickly jumps into insulting her.

CASHE: ”Did you just take a shower? I think you missed a spot that needs scrubbing..”

Letting his eyes stroll down her body and settle on her “Lady Parts” which cut him off in reaction time as Rorie hooks out wide and catches him again in the arm with a punch. As he goes to grab his arm, she pops him with a right handed slap. Frustrated by the assault, Cashe stomps a foot down and growls.

CASHE: ”STOP! You have Man Hands and those slaps HURT damnit!”

STEELE: ”Man Han–”

Interrupting herself, she snaps a forward kick right to his groin and as he lifts up onto his toes, his eyes go cross eyed. Holding a hand up for her to stop, he moans and groans as he drops to a knee.

STEELE: ”That’s what you get, you fucking cunt! Why are you even in here?”

CASHE: ”Ahhhh my bawls! You fucking tramp!”

STEELE: ”Excuse me?”

Jumping at him, Cashe falls back onto his back and holds up both hands as if to beg her to stop. He wasn’t going to defend himself by attacking some broad no matter how much she deserved it. Not outside of a match anyway and this wasn’t a backstage brawl. Hurrying to answer her question, hoping she would calm down with the attacks.

CASHE: ”Fuuck I’m just trying to find Jace Savage! Ha..Have you seen him?”

STEELE: ”Who?”

CASHE: ”Ha! You know..Brian Hollywood’s sidekick?”

Pushing up, Rorie extends a hand for assistance but Cashe would rather jerk off another dude then touch Rorie. He was pretty sure she knew that so the assist was probably a trap. Taking a moment, Rorie tried to think who he could be talking about.

STEELE: ”Again… who? I haven’t seen anyone anyways. You can leave now..”

CASHE: ”Good..”

STEELE: ”GOOD!”

Scoffing, Cashe looks at the ground, finds his Baseball and plucks it off the floor.

CASHE: ”Great…”

STEELE: ”Awesome!”

CASHE: ”SUPER DUPER!!”

STEELE: ”Kaaybye!”

Exiting the open door of the locker room, Cashe pulls it shut, getting one last thing in before it closes. It was a small victory to get the last word in with Rorie and he was taking it.

CASHE: ”Whore..”

Back in the hallway, he had a cock walk after gaining the last word. Walking down some he felt a new confidence about himself. Then from behind he heard her voice and came to realize he hadn’t won anything.

STEELE: ”Inbred Hillbilly!”

She shuts her door quickly and he was already down some. No sense turning back just to argue with her when he was in search for some Trouble. Taking the loss in name calling, his head hung low as he walked around a corner.

UNDERCARD
EXTREME RULES
MAGNUS BRUTUS VS. ERRON WILDER

The show cuts back at ringside where Johnson and Vassa once again prepare for the next match up.

JOHNSON: ”Our next match, ladies and gentlemen, will see Magnus Brutus taking on Omerta’s Erron Wilder!”

VASSA: ”This is going to be one hell of a match!”

JOHNSON: ”You’re right about that, Vinny. It’s going to also be a big opportunity for Magnus to make a statement against Omerta. He also had a pretty deep and amazing run in the 4CW Championship Tournament as well! Tonight’s match is not going to be a cakewalk, but a tall order potentially for Erron Wilder.”

VASSA: ”Yea man, Magnus had a pretty stellar run in the tournament. If anything, the man proved that he has what it takes to not only succeed in 4CW, but can make a claim at the top of the mountain.”

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON: ”This is going to be a very violent match..”

VASSA: ”You think? It’s going to be a violent one alright, but I think it’s safe to say it won’t be anywhere near the level of Jason Cashe’s extreme matches.”

JOHNSON: ”That’s quite a bold statement there Vinny.”

VASSA: ”Well what can I say, it’s kind of tough to really say anyone would be able to top those kind of matches Cashe seems to be involved in. That motherfucker can get pretty creative!”

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: ”This would be considered a pretty big win if Erron can pull of the victory here tonight.”

VASSA: ”Big is an understatement. A win here would be Erron stating that Magnus is not only tough, but he was the one man who stopped Magnus’s momentum heading forward. Magnus is carrying HUGE fucking momentum and that fact simply cannot be denied!”

DING!!! DING!!!

Even before the third sound of the bell rang, Erron has already been charging towards Magnus but runs right into a stiff big boot from Magnus as he falls to the mat. Magnus just starts unleashing kick after kick on the back of the neck of Erron. Magnus grabs Erron and drives him shoulder first into the ring post before Erron stumbles back and runs into a clothesline from the back by Magnus. Magnus drops down and covers Erron.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”What an opening sequence that was! Erron was quickly reminded who Magnus Brutus was with those vicious moves.”

VASSA: ”I’ve got the perfect analogy that you’re looking for, Steve. Imagine Erron is Kobe Bryant and Magnus is Shaquille O’ Neil and there’s your answer. The proverbial brick wall!”

Magnus grabs Erron by the neck and starts to choke him out in the center of the ring. Magnus’s hold becomes so intense, he actually lifts Erron into the air as Erron desperately tries to find a way out of the hold. Seeing no other way out, Erron suddenly remembers this isn’t just an ordinary match as he takes the opportunity to kick Magnus straight level to the balls. Magnus grunts as the hold is weakened allowing Erron to grab Magnus by the head and pulls him down sending him crashing into the mat with a DDT. Erron follows that up with a knee smash into the face of Magnus before going for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Great awareness there by Erron! That move is completely legal in this match and Erron took perfect advantage of it!”

VASSA: ”I sure hope for Magnus sake, he has his balls insured after that shot!”

Erron kicks at the head of Magnus a few times as Magnus starts to roll over on his stomach. Erron bounces off the ropes and comes back and delivers a thunderous curb stomp into the head of Magnus. Erron once again goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

Another kick out by Magnus and he starts to look immediately angered by the events that have transpired so far in this match. Erron tries to take another shot at Magnus, but Magnus grabs him and hits him with a chokeslam that can be heard loudly in the audience. Magnus shakes his head as he rolls out of the ring and begins searching under the ring for weapons. To his fortune, he found quite a few of them. First, he pulls out a couple steel chairs and tosses them into the ring. He also grabs a trash can, a lead pipe, a table that he rolls into the ring, even a ladder! Magnus continues to fish around under the ring and has an odd look at something that has caught the feel of his hand. He pulls it out and it’s revealed to be a very skimpy pink thong.

JOHNSON: ”What the hell is Magnus doing with a pair of panties?! How in the world did those get there?!”

VASSA: ”I haven’t the slightest idea, but they sure as hell aren’t Magnus’s size! Someone decided to be adventurous out here before the show and I can only imagine who that was! BIZARRE!”

Magnus looks angrily at the pair of panties for a few moments before smelling them to the pop of some of the audience and a sickening groan by some of the others. Magnus rolls his eyes and tosses the pair of panties behind him and the landing couldn’t be more terrifying for a couple of parents watching as they literally land on their nine year old son’s head. The camera even picks up the father’s reaction quite clearly.

FATHER: ”YOU SICK CUNT SON OF A BITCH!!!!”

JOHNSON: ”Oh my….”

VASSA: ”That child is literally going to have nightmares now! There is nothing better than a lesson of just what this world has become in the face of a child than getting exposed to a piece of woman’s clothing and hearing his father literally coming up with the best choice of words a kid can ask for!”

Magnus picks up a steel chair and targets Erron but he misses! Erron pops up behind Magnus and lands an overhead cradle suplex holding Magnus in suspension as the referee drops down and makes the count quickly.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Erron almost pulled off the win right there! Imagine how Magnus would have felt if that were to happen!”

VASSA: ”Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised what his reaction would have been! I mean, just look at how this match has gone already!”

Erron picks up the lead pipe that Magnus was so generous in throwing in the ring and he raises it up and bashes it right in the back of Magnus.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

Magnus grabs a hold of his back before Erron climbs on top of Magnus’s back and starts to choke him out with the lead pipe. Magnus moves around back and forth as he feels the pressure around his windpipe as he gasps for air. Magnus then grabs a hold of Erron’s legs and rises to his feet and falls backwards, where a steel chair was so conveniently lying, and crashes Erron’s back into the chair.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!

This causes Erron to not only let go, but he drops the pipe as well. Magnus rolls off Erron who is lying stunned on the steel chair as Magnus continues to display the anger and frustration on his face. Magnus picks up the chair before decking Erron with it several times.

SMACK!!!

SMACK!!!

SMACK!!!

SMACK!!!

JOHNSON: ”Magnus UNREELING into the midsection of Erron! Erron is defenseless!!”

VASSA: ”Things aren’t looking good for Erron here and Magnus is punishing him each passing second!”

Magnus, after at least feeling satisfied with the chair shots, drops the chair and picks up the table and leans it up against the corner turnbuckle as he grabs Erron and tosses him up against the table. Erron stands leveraging against the table unaware of Magnus’s violent intensions as Magnus charges towards Erron. Erron quickly rebounds and grabs Magnus and sends him in full motion through the table.

CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!

Nobody home as Magnus wobbles backwards as Erron grabs him and lands a stiff brainbuster in the middle of the ring with Magnus being drilled into the mat. Erron drops an arm over Magnus and goes for a cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THR-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”NO! Magnus is able to stay alive in this match! The carnage! My god!”

VASSA: ”Magnus can’t be taken down easily, Stevie! Erron was close, but he’s going to have to do much more than that if he wants to win this match!”

Erron is able to get back to his feet as he starts to unleash some grounded right hooks into Magnus. Erron targets the left ankle of Magnus as he sends several kicks into the ankle. Erron then proceeds to lock in a high ankle lock on Magnus and it doesn’t take long for Magnus to display the pain on the look of his face. You can hear Erron yelling at Magnus to tap out but Magnus absolutely refuses. Magnus flips to his side which causes Erron to let go of his hold. Magnus slowly hops back to his feet as Erron is quicker to get up and Erron grabs him and hits a snapmare on Magnus and follows it up with a big boot as Magnus goes down again. Erron once again goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Erron can feel the tides completely in his favor right now and he’s desperately trying to put Magnus away here!”

VASSA: ”That’s the thing with Magnus, you HAVE to put him away quickly if you want a shot at winning against him and that just tells you the testament of Magnus and why he’s such a huge fucking threat here in 4CW!”

Erron shakes his head as a bit of fatigue sets in as he’s been displaying high levels of energy. He rolls out of the ring and grabs another table from under the ring. As he pulls the table from out under, he’s is surprised to see Magnus on his feet as the big man barrels towards Erron. Erron quickly raises the table up as a shield as Magnus runs his shoulder into it.

THUUUUUUUUUUD!!!

Magnus grabs a hold of his shoulder but sees the opportunity to strike and that’s exactly what he does as he once again charges at Erron and hits a big boot that causes the table to impact Erron’s head as Erron falls to the floor.

SMMMMMMMAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHH!!!

Magnus grabs the table and sets it up on the outside before walking over to Erron and grabbing him by the back of the neck. He smashes Erron’s face into the ring post a few times before busting Erron open.

JOHNSON: ”ERRON BUSTED OPEN! Magnus has completely taken this match in control!”

VASSA: ”Unbelievable! Erron has fought well, but this is just where Magnus excels so well and torturing his opponents is just something that comes naturally for him.”

Magnus grabs Erron and throws him back into the ring. Magnus grabs the ladder that’s been lying down in the corner of the ring for most of the match as he grabs it and makes his way back over towards Erron. He lifts it up high as he brings it back down towards Erron, but Erron wisely moves out of the way. Erron gets back to his feet and hits a running STO on Magnus collapsing him in the ring. Erron takes a few breaths before grabbing the ladder and setting it up in the ring. Erron starts to climb it slowly but proceeds upwards, rung by rung, as he approaches the top. As he’s there, he looks back down but quickly notices Magnus isn’t there. Before he knows it, he can feel the ladder shaking as Magnus climbs up the other end and scales to the top in an impressive quick fashion. Magnus throws a wild right punch at Erron and Erron fires one back at him. Magnus decides to go for a headbutt and this gave Erron an idea. Erron grabs the top of Magnus’s head and starts to bash it repeatedly on the top of the ladder stand.

THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

Magnus is busted open, finally, as he starts to feel wobbly. Erron then starts to shake the ladder back and forth until the ladder finally gives way which causes the ladder to fall to the side as Erron and Magnus fly off the top and out of the ring and right through the table on the outside!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!!

Both of them lie in the pile of the rubble as “HOLY SHIT” chants start to break out throughout the crowd.

JOHNSON: ”MY GOD ARE THEY DEAD?!”

VASSA: ”DESTRUCTION EVERYWHERE!”

Magnus and Erron still out in the rubble as the referee tries to figure out what to do or even to allow this match to continue but all of a sudden, there is life in Erron as he waves off the referee. Erron rolls slowly out of the rubble before he is slow to get back to his feet. He winces in pain and he looks absolutely exhausted as he reaches down and grabs Magnus and rolls him under the bottom rope. Erron heads to the top rope slowly as he reaches the top, he eyes down at Magnus before diving off for a flying elbow drop, but Magnus moves out of the way. Erron grabs his arm and lies on the mat as Magnus feels a small jolt of energy in him. He gets to his feet and grabs Erron and goes for the Paroxysm but Erron prevents him from doing so and instead, counters him and hits the Just Deserts on Magnus as he falls back into the mat. Erron, feeling the lack of energy and the toll this match has taken on him, drapes his arm over Magnus as a cover takes place.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

POWERS: ”Here is your winner….ERRRRRRRRRRRRON WILLLLLLLLLLLLDER!!!”

JOHNSON: ”He did it! Erron did it!”

VASSA: ”I don’t believe it!”

JOHNSON: ”What a match we just witnessed here tonight! Both of these men literally went to hell and back and Erron earned this victory here tonight! What an ending!”

VASSA: ”If that’s not a perfect way to kill and get yourself momentum, then I don’t know what is!”

Both Erron and Magnus are tended to as the show cuts backstage.

The production cuts to one of the backstage interview area where we have Gabriel Hartman standing by with one of the men fighting for the title shot for the Pride title at South Beach Brawl in Seamus O’Connor. Gabriel starts speaking.

HARTMAN: “Alright everyone, I hope everyone has been enjoying this action packed crazy night of 4CW’s Adrenaline. Right now I am joined by one of the men in the big triple threat match later tonight to find out who is going to South Beach Brawl to face the Pride Champion currently held by Chris Madison. What thoughts are going through your head as we are just moments from such an important match?”

Seamus smirks a little as he rubs his beard for a moment as he answers.

O’CONNOR: “You know it’s like this, John Austin and Jett Wilder have both made this claim they are the number one contender as I bloody have. Now there can be only one number one contender and I look at it as put up or shut up. You see for weeks we have insulted each other and stated our cases on why we feel we deserve that title shot and going into the last Adrenaline they all want to bring up wins and losses but what bloody funny is how fast that all changed because I was the only one who won their bloody fight last Adrenaline and that just goes to show you that anything can happen at any time and neither John or Jett are not so much better than me and I will prove that I am and have always been bloody better than both of them and tonight they will find out the hard way when I beat their bloody arses into the mat.”

Just as Seamus says that in comes one of the members of that triple threat later tonight as well as his mother. As sliding in and forcing Hartman out of frame, comes Jett and Carmella.

JETT: “Really Seamus? They let you talk on the mic again? Seems like a liability. You know I hardly remember your title reign with the Pride. Maybe cause it was like a YEAR ago. Than you what got injured by Drew, a guy I BEAT! Oh and now what you just think you can get a title shot because you won the belt like five years ago? No way. You are not going to beat me tonight, same with John Austin who I beat like ten times already. So let’s settle it like this, did John pin Madison? Nope! Did you Seamus? NOPE! I am the one that deserves this rematch. But if I have to beat you and that old man John Austin? So be it. You are both going to get worked. RIGHT MOM!?”

Jett looks smugly at Seamus, his mother nodding in agreement clearly here for support. But things are not done there as, a slow, steady clap is heard off camera. Frankie Morrison struts into the picture, interrupting the banter between two of the three possible contenders to Chris Madison’s 4CW Pride Championship.

MORRISON: “This dick measuring contest isn’t going to earn that title shot for either of you. Never thought I’d say this, but John Austin may just be the smartest out of the three of you. He’s keeping to himself, preparing for one of the biggest matches of his career while the two of you are bickering back and forth like children.”

HARTMAN: “Seeing as you’ve been so kind as to grace us with your presence, maybe you can shed some light on Chris’ perspective of this number one contender match later on tonight.”

MORRISON: “Truth is, Chris doesn’t care who wins this triple threat match tonight. He’s beaten John Austin. He took the title away from Jett Wilder. If he ever faces Seamus, he’d put him down too! Chris Madison is the single, most dominant wrestler to have ever stepped foot inside a 4CW ring. That dominance continues tonight when he defeats the 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith; and it will continue all the way to South Beach Brawl where he takes out the unlucky winner of this number one contender’s match. None of the three actually stand a chance against Chris. Hell the three of them together, as one cohesive unit, couldn’t end Madison’s reign as Pride Champion.”

HARTMAN: “That seems to be a bit of an outlandish claim.”

MORRISON: “Is it? The only reason they’re in contention for a title shot is a technicality in their contracts. Chris is looking to just this over with so he can move on to actual competition; not these three pretenders.”

Gets more serious as he steps back into the picture.

O’CONNOR: “You know what? This was my time and I don’t recall inviting either of you. Second of all as for you Morrison, you talk a big game for Chris. That’s fine, he can pretend that none of us are competition but you know what? As you said, he never faced me and I will allow him to believe whatever he bloody wants but don’t you come crying to me when he needs to to hold him at night for having nightmares about what happened when he crossed my path. Jett, I see your bitch ass in just a few. Morrison you go find Chris and tell him that I will see him at South Beach Brawl. As for Austin wherever the hell he is, scared out of his mind in some corner or wherever, See you soon and I promise the ending will be the same. Later.”

Seamus walks off as the seems fades to black.

UNDERCARD
TOURNAMENT CONSOLATION ROUND
BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. DREW STEVENSON

JOHNSON: “Up next we have the consolation round for the tournament.”

VASSA: “It’s unfortunate what happened to Bronx but boy, oh boy, did it create one hell of a match we have on our hands now.”

JOHNSON: “This is a great opportunity for both men, a second chance if you will.”

VASSA: “We said it earlier and I’ll say it again. Second chances don’t come often but when they do, you better take advantage of them!”

JOHNSON: “You’re absolutely right, Vinny. Well let’s get right down to it!”

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

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

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

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

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

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

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

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

VASSA: “We have both men in the ring and neither are a stranger to the other.”

JOHNSON: “These two have some history outside of 4CW but at the end of the day, it means nothing. What matters here in 4CW is what happens right here in 4CW.”

VASSA: “This match has been on my mind ever since it was announced following out last Adrenaline. Both men are very familiar in 4CW and want nothing more than to advance forward and square off with Hopkins for the opportunity to face Dakota at South Beach Brawl.”

JOHNSON: “A shot at the 4CW Championship is at stake in this tournament. No one is going to have it easy, not even Jair. Instead of having a free pass to the championship match, he will now face the winner of this match in two weeks.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official first checks with Hollywood and quickly gets the nod. He then turns to Drew who stares back with a cocky grin on his face. After receiving the nod from Drew, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

With a cocky grin on his face, Drew steps away from his corner and slowly approaches the center of the ring. Holding his arms out to the side, Drew taunts Hollywood for a bit, calling for him to meet him face to face. Looking to his left and right at the fans, Hollywood chuckles for a moment before straightening his face and cutting his eyes back to Drew. He then pushes himself away from the corner and wastes no time approaching Drew. Standing toe to toe, face to face, the two exchange a few words before Hollywood breaks things up with a quick right to the side of Drew’s head. Drew fires back with a right of his own, clocking Hollywood upside the head. The two then exchange punches back and forth, hitting each other relentlessly without regard for covering up themselves.

With the fans on their feet cheering on the fist fight, the two continue at it until Hollywood changes things up and shoots in to lock up. The two lock up in the center of the ring and quickly fight for control. Drew gets the leverage on Hollywood and begins driving him backwards until his back rests against the ropes. Hollywood then holds up both hands and the official comes over to tell Drew to break his hold. As Drew lets up and takes a step back, Hollywood blindsides him with left to the jaw, knocking him back a few steps. Hollywood then rights with a right fist, followed with a kick to the ribs. With Drew staggering, Hollywood then connects with a left uppercut and finishes off the combination with a lighting fast kick to Drew’s thigh.

Hollywood then locks onto Drew’s wrist and whips him to the adjacent set of ropes. As Drew comes back on the rebound, Hollywood lifts him off his feet and drops him down to the canvas with a spinning sideslam. The entire ring rattles from the impact as Hollywood bursts up to his feet, welcomed to a wave of cheers from the fans in pure excitement. Hollywood then turns to the ropes nearby and leaps into the air, plants his foot on the middle, and springboards off, connecting with a lionsault across Drew’s body. Hollywood quickly hooks the leg as the official drops down for the count.

ONE

JOHNSON: “The kickout by Stevenson!”

VASSA: “This match got off to an awful quick start.”

JOHNSON: “These two are no stranger to one another and from what I’ve heard over the last couple of weeks, Drew has been rubbing the result of a previous match in Hollywood’s face.”

VASSA: “We say this all the time. It doesn’t matter what you’re done somewhere else. This isn’t somewhere else. This is 4CW and the only thing that matters is what you do here!”

Back on his feet, Hollywood grabs ahold of Drew’s shoulder and pulls him up from the mat. He then positions himself behind Drew and wraps his arms around his waist. Hollywood attempts to lift Drew up for a German suplex but Drew quickly fires back with an elbow, landing it in the side of Hollywood’s head. With his arms still wrapped around Drew, Hollywood goes to lift him up again but catches another elbow to the side of the head as Drew retaliates. Drew then grabs ahold of Hollywood’s hands locked together and pries them apart. Spinning around, Drew positions himself behind Hollywood and quickly wraps him up. Lifting Hollywood into the air, Drew drives him into the canvas with a German suplex.

Hollywood folds over before completely rolling over to his stomach in a slow motion. Meanwhile, Drew gets back to his feet and regains himself. Locking his sights on Hollywood, Drew circles him for a moment, stalking him as if he were prey. As Hollywood begins pushing himself up, Drew waits until he’s up to one knee before moving in and leveling him with a running knee to the face. With Hollywood on his back, Drew then focuses his attention on his legs, attacking them with kicks and stomps, mainly targeted at the knees. Drew rolls Hollywood over to his stomach and locks onto his foot, lifting his leg up from the mat as high as he can. With a smile on his face, Drew then slams his foot down, driving Hollywood’s knee into the canvas.

Hollywood rolls over to his back in a world of pain as he quickly grabs his knee. Laughing to himself, Drew then grabs the foot of the same leg and pulls it towards him, extending the leg and removing the knee from the comfort of Hollywood’s hands. Dragging Hollywood across the ring, Drew then places the foot onto the bottom rope, elevating the entire leg from the mat. He then jumps into the air and comes down with a vicious stomp to Hollywood’s knee, driving it into the mat as his foot slips from the bottom rope. The official quickly rushes over and steps in between the two before backing Drew away and firing off a warning for the illegal use of the ropes. As usual, Drew plays innocent with the official but fooling no one.

VASSA: “We see this week in and week out from Drew. He does these illegal moves on purpose and then always tries to plead his case to the official and act innocent. He isn’t fooling anyone!”

JOHNSON: “Not too long ago he claimed to be a changed man after falling to unfortunate circumstances but here lately, he seems back to his normal self.”

VASSA: “Let’s be honest with each other. Drew isn’t a play by the rules type of guy. I like the Drew Stevenson we’ve all grown to know over the half year plus he’s been in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “It’s who he is. Everyone has certain things about him and Drew isn’t Drew without playing dirty. I just wished he’d stop the charade after doing things and own up to it.”

VASSA: “That takes away all of the fun!”

Growing tired of pleading his case with the official, Drew quickly accepts it and then steps past him, moving towards Hollywood. With Hollywood still caring to his knee, Drew grabs ahold of his head and drags him away from the ropes and to the center of the ring. Rolling Hollywood over to his stomach, Drew then pulls him up to his feet and locks onto his arm. Drew then takes a step back and plants his back foot while pulling Hollywood in. Drew then drives his shoulder into Hollywood’s, knocking him flat on his back while keeping a firm grip on his arm. He then pulls Hollywood back up and whips him to the ropes across the ring. Coming back on the rebound with a slight limp, Hollywood gets taken off his feet as Drew lifts him onto his shoulders and plants him into the mat with a Samoan drop.

Popping back to his feet, Drew bursts towards the ropes and comes back with great speed, planting both feet into the side of Hollywood’s knee with a drop kick. Standing tall, Drew then focuses his attack on Hollywood’s knee once again with kicks and stomps repeatedly. He then grabs ahold of Hollywood’s foot and lifts his entire leg into the air. Turning his body, Drew comes down with an elbow drop to the inside of Hollywood’s knee. Hollywood releases a howling moan as he grabs ahold of his knee and rolls over to his side. Pushing himself up, Drew looks down at the damage with a look of satisfaction on his face. Drew then grabs ahold of Hollywood’s legs and goes to apply his cloverleaf finisher.

JOHNSON: “Stevenson is going for the Missouri Cloverleaf!”

VASSA: “He’s been targeting Brian’s legs this entire time and this is why!”

JOHNSON: “He’s about to hook th–“

VASSA: “Wait a damn second!”

Before Drew can hook Hollywood’s legs, Hollywood pulls them away and then plants both feet into Drew’s chest, sending him barreling backwards to the mat. Hollywood then begins pushing himself up as Drew comes to a stop by the ropes. Standing up, Hollywood favors his leg and backs up to the other side of the ring. Using the ropes, Drew pulls himself up with an angry look on his face. He turns his attention to Hollywood and then waves his finger while shaking his head back and forth, taunting Hollywood. Drew then makes his way towards Hollywood on the other side of the ring. Closing in, Drew lunges forward to lock up but misses as Hollywood spins out of the way, hitting nothing but ropes and coming up empty handed. Turning to face Hollywood, Drew gets caught by surprise with an elbow shot to the side of the head.

As Drew’s body turns, Hollywood then throws a forearm shot across his back, knocking him down to one knee. He then throws another forearm and another to Drew’s back, finally knocking him face first to the mat. With Drew face down, Hollywood then begins kicking and stomping him in the back of the head, smashing his face into the mat with each landing blow. Hollywood rolls Drew over and then pulls him up to his feet before driving him backwards and slamming his back against the nearby corner. Hollywood then unloads with a fury of punches to Drew’s face, beating him senseless as he rests against the corner helpless. He then lifts Drew up and sits him on the top of the corner before climbing to the middle ropes. Wrapping his arm around Drew’s head, Hollywood then grabs the back of his pants before lifting him up, falling backwards, and dropping him to the mat with a superplex.

VASSA: “That’s one way to turn things around!”

JOHNSON: “Even with his knee causing him trouble, Hollywood as able to avoid an attack by Drew. Now he has the control and we’re seeing it in full force with that superplex from the top.”

VASSA: “Drew thought he had him right where he wanted him but Hollywood thought different!”

JOHNSON: “Hollywood is making the cover!”

Crawling over Drew and hooking the leg, Hollywood goes for the pin as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Kicking out before the two count can be fully made, Drew escapes the pin attempt. Hollywood looks down at him for a bit in frustration before pushing himself up. He then pulls Drew up to his feet and locks onto his arm, whipping him to the ropes across the ring. With Drew coming back on the rebound, Hollywood takes a couple of steps forward and wipes him out with a big boot. With all of his weight on the knee targeted by Drew, Hollywood falls over to his side and crashes to the mat. The official then begins the ten count as both men are down.

“One! … Two! … Three!” Drew remains on his back but Hollywood slowly begins to push himself up. “Four! … Five!” Hollywood gets to one knee and then goes to stand but quickly does back down as the pain in his knee is too much. “Six! … Seven!” Refusing to stay down, Hollywood pushes himself back up to one knee once more. “Eight!”

Fighting through the pain, Hollywood then stands to his feet before the official can get to nine. He then limps towards Drew and stands over him before bending over and grabbing onto his head with his left hand, raising it from the mat. With his right, Hollywood draws back and fires with a powerful right hand, connecting with a punch. Hollywood then begins throwing back to back punches, planting his fists into Drew’s face while keeping his head lifted up from the mat. Hollywood drops Drew’s head and it falls to the mat. He then stands straight up and as Drew lifts his head up, Hollywood draws his foot back and kicks straight down, planting it into Drew’s face and slamming the back of his head against the mat.

Hollywood then steps over to one side of Drew and grabs ahold of him, slowly pulling him up to his feet. Hollywood forces Drew’s head down and pulls it in between his legs before wrapping his arms around his waist. He then goes to lift Drew up for a piledriver but Drew quickly locks his leg into his, keeping his body from being lifted up. Hollywood punches Drew in the ribs and then goes to lift him up once more but gets stopped as Drew hooks his leg again.

VASSA: “Hollywood is going for a piledriver here but Drew just isn’t going to let him have it that easy.”

JOHNSON: “A piledriver is a hard hitting, almost lethal move, and could easily put Drew away for the three count.”

VASSA: “We know that, Drew knows that. That’s why he isn’t letting Hollywood have at it with ease.”

JOHNSON: “Here he goes for the third attempt. Can he do it?”

VASSA: “Hold on tight Dr–“

JOHNSON: “WHAT IS THIS?!?!”

Hollywood goes to lift Drew for a third time but gets taken off his feet as Drew wraps his arms around his legs and lifts him into the air. Drew then slams Hollywood down on his back and quickly grabs ahold of his legs. Hooking one foot behind the other knee, Drew locks his hands with his arms around the leg. Rolling Hollywood over to his stomach, Drew then sits on his back with the cloverleaf fully locked and applied.

VASSA: “Drew has it! He has the Missouri Cloverleaf locked in!”

JOHNSON: “Out of nowhere Drew took Brian off his feet and now he has him right where he wants him!”

With all of his weight sitting on Hollywood’s upper back, Drew pulls back on his legs with all of his strength, lifting them high into the air. The official drops in front of Hollywood and checks for the submission but Hollywood gives him nothing. After a few moments pass, the pain becomes intolerable as Hollywood begins slapping the mat.

VASSA: “There it is! He’s tapping out!”

JOHNSON: “That’s it for this match ladies and gentlemen, Drew Stevenson will advance in the tournament and face Jair Hopkins in the finals.”

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

Drew ignores the bell and keeps the pressure applied to Hollywood with the Missouri Cloverleaf. The official yells into Drew’s ear for a few moments before he finally lets up and steps away from Hollywood with a cocky grin on his face. “I’m the Man” hits the speakers as Drew stands tall, overlooking the crowd. The official then grabs ahold of his arm and raises it into the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by submission, DREW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”

Drew rips his arm away from the official before walking over to the corner and climbing to the middle rope. Meanwhile, Hollywood rolls to the edge of the ring and drops down to the floor as the ringside crew assist him. Looking over the crowd, Drew pretends to have a book in hand and a pen in the other. Acting as if he were writing something down, the crowd begins to boo loudly.

VASSA: “And this is why everyone hates the man. He’s cocky, he’s arrogant. The man simply cannot show any sportsmanship whatsoever.”

JOHNSON: “You’re exactly right Vinny and that’s what really irks me.”

VASSA: “Irks you? I fucking love it!”

JOHNSON: “Hold on now, what do we have here?”

As Drew continues to taunt, the boos quickly change to more of a reaction of excitement. Making his way through the crowd, Dakota Smith climbs over the barricade with the 4CW Championship in hand. He then slides into the ring and stands to his feet as Drew remains unaware of what is going on behind him.

VASSA: “The butcher is here in then ring ladies and gentlemen!”

JOHNSON: “We already saw him attack Jair Hopkins earlier tonight and it appears he has his sights on Drew now, both men who will be in the finals in two weeks.”

VASSA: “He’s hungry and things are getting closer to South Beach Brawl. It’s time for The Butcher to do what he does best.”

With Drew paying attention to the crowd and his imaginary book in hand, Dakota clutches the title with both hands and then charges towards Drew. Drawing back as he closes in, Dakota then slams the championship forward, cracking Drew over the back with it.

JOHNSON: “And there it is!”

Drew wobbles back and forth for a moment before falling backwards and crashing to the mat. On the outside, Hollywood looks into the ring and the sight brings a smile to his face as the ringside crew assist him up the entrance ramp. With Drew’s head at his feet, Dakota then raises the championship above his head with both hands while looking down at Drew’s defenseless body. He then swings down with all of his might, crushing Drew’s face with the plate of the belt.

VASSA: “OOHHH SHIT!!!”

Dakota then swings again and again, smashing Drew’s face with the championship over and over before finally tossing it aside. Dakota then picks Drew up from the mat and holds him up. Dakota wraps his head up and hooks his leg.

JOHNSON: “I know what’s coming next and this isn’t going to be pretty!”

VASSA: “Say goodnight Drew…”

Dakota then lifts Drew up for a German suplex but transitions it into a sit-out spinebuster against the corner.

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”

VASSA: “YYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!!”

Dakota then pushes himself up and stares at Drew’s laid out body, folded over against the corner. He then walks over to the 4CW Championship and picks it up from the mat before raising it high above his head. Pacing the ring, Dakota then walks to the ropes and demands for someone to bring him a mic. The ringside crew scamper in search of a mic and then finally bring him one, tossing it over the top rope, refusing to get anywhere within reach of The Butcher. Dakota then backs up to the center of the ring and slowly raises the mic to his mouth.

SMITH: “This championship that I hold in my hand before you now, It is as much a part of me as my own flesh and blood. Is this understood? Because I’ve heard a lot of you little piss-ants talking in the back. Calling me a false champion – saying that just because I’ve never actually defended it means i’m nothing more than a filler. Now I could of been like a lot of assholes you see roaming around here and just talk. But i’ve always thought actions speak much louder than words. That is why I brutally assaulted Jair Hopkins earlier, and that is why you see the all mighty emerald laying lifeless before me now!

You two boys think you’ve made it dont’cha? You think that my championship is only two wins away! Well let me tell ya’ something fella’s… Whoever wins this little tournament isn’t getting a chance at my championship – oh no! What you’re getting is a guaranteed slaughter! You will not take this from me! DO YOU HEAR ME DREW? YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY 4CW CHAMPIONSHIP!”

Dakota gives a stiff kick to Drew’s face before spitting down at him, in the same manor that he did Jair. Dakota’s head twitches to the side as he lets out sadistic laugh. He turns his head out towards the audience is in an uproar of cheers and boos. The butcher holds his championship up into the air with great pride, a ear to ear grin on his lips. He slowly lets his arm fall back down to its side, leaving his championship hanging out of his hand. Dakota brings the microphone back up to his lips and slowly starts to nod his head.

SMITH: ”With all this being said, Jair… Drew… I’d like to wish you the best of luck boys. But if you two want to see exactly what kind of monster you are truly going to be up against. Well i’d suggest you watch the shit show that’s going down later with that no good piece of fuck they call Chris Madison. Because like you two, he wants to take something from me… Not my championship but my respect! He wants to make me look like the false-champion you all claim me to be. But just like Drew Stevenson, Just like Jair Hopkins… He’s going to broken before me. You hear that Chris – because I know you’re watching. You will leave out match a little bit lesser than you walked in. A changed man…”

Dakota drops the microphone as “Sludge God” starts to blare over the PA system.

Darryl Wallace with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder is briskly walking through the hallways on his way to the parking garage. His face has a red mark from the shot he took from Jason Cashe, and he has a sneer across his face. Coming the opposite direction comes 4CW’s new signee Parker Van Peters, coming towards Darryl, hand outstretched.

PVP: “Darryl, how’s it going big guy, hey, you used to be a chunky guy right, how would you feel about being the spokesman for Plexus?”

Darryl glares at Parker a moment, and then brushes his shoulder against Parker’s pushing him out of the way, and continuing to walk, Parker chasing behind him.

PVP: “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you. Coach, you know we have an exclusive deal right? The Wildcats, just trying to help both of us out here.”

Darryl turns towards Parker, narrowing his eyes towards the new star.

WALLACE: “Look, Parker, do me a favor, shut the hell up. K? Alright, now if you don’t mind, I’m getting the fuck out of this place, and it would serve you best to stay the hell out of my way.”

Darryl walks off, leaving Parker looking on with a mix of confusion and anger on his face from the disrespect give him by Darryl.

After the Hollywood and Stevenson match, Contemptress by Motionless in White begins to play. The crowd looks to the entrance, trying to figure out who is on their way out to the ring. After a few seconds, Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele make their way from behind the curtain, arrogant smirks affixed to their faces as they stare around the arena while holding their titles in the air with superiority. They move forward in unison, taunting the fans near the guardrail who are trying to touch them.

With Cyrus in his suit and Rorie in a tight fitting dress, he lets her lead the way up the ring steps as he follows behind, standing on the apron and holding the ring ropes open for her to enter. Upon entering the ring, Rorie motions for a microphone from the ring announcer, who hands her two, one of which being for Cyrus as he holds his two finger salute up to the crowd at each of the four corners. Once he gets down, the new 4CW Tag Team Champions stand side by side in the middle of the ring, Riddle giving Rorie the stage to speak first. Rorie holds the microphone in her hand, smirking at the crowd. She adjusts the title on her shoulder.

STEELE: “Ladies and gentlemen… Adrenaline has just gotten that much better. I know… you have all been subjected to the worst matches in the history of wrestling so far tonight… but Cyrus and I are here to relieve your eyes from the terrible things you’ve seen so far. I can’t blame you all. I’d have killed myself by now if I was actually watching the show. But I’m not. Cyrus and I are here for a reason. If it was my choice, I wouldn’t have even showed up tonight. But as it is, we’re the Tag Team Champions. Which means that we are required to grace you with our amazing presence. You’re fucking welcome.”

The crowd boos at Rorie, who gives them a little bow with a look of superiority.

STEELE: “I’ll bet you’re all quivering in anticipation to know what we have to say. It’s simple, really. We’re here to tell you that there’s… nothing that anyone here can do to take these titles we’ve got. I mean… we’ve heard there’s going to be some competition coming to 4CW in the form of tag teams. But honestly… it’s going to be extremely difficult for anyone to take these titles from us. The way I see it… The old, shitty champions that left their stink on our gold were supposed to be the best. One of them walked out and the other failed miserably at retaining the title. If that doesn’t show you we deserve these titles, I don’t know what does. So what makes anyone else think they can come and take them? We’d LOVE to see you try.”

Rorie lowers her mic as Cyrus raises his up to his lips, his tag team championship draped over the shoulder of his jacket. He surveys the crowd for a moment, nodding his head before speaking.

RIDDLE: “Thirty… that’s the number I advise all of you to remember. At last Adrenaline, Rorie and I walked in challengers, and walked out champions. This tag team championship is my thirtieth title, thus fulfilling a goal that I had wanted to accomplish. Rorie… not CJ O’Donnell, got me to the thirtieth championship. Now that we have done what we had set out to do, our mission now is simple. We show up, we defend, and we prove that we are the greatest tag team in 4CW history. I know better than anyone how getting to the top and staying at the top are different, but I have never had an issue with either one. We set the standard, we dictate the future of the championships, and we now have our sights set on becoming the longest reigning champions.”

Rorie nods along absently with the things Cyrus says. She looks bored in a sense, but interested enough to still be there.

RIDDLE: “I don’t care where Wallace wants to retrieve talent from, because all will fall. These titles are always an open challenge, and I hope whomever decides to take that gigantic step is aware of what they are getting themselves into, because you are looking at two of the most vicious and vilified mother fuckers in existence. This ring… ours… these titles… never leaving. Bodies will be strewn, legacies will crumble, and all challenges will be met with destructive resistance as we reign like a true team should. If you thought my pinfall over the perceived untouchable Aidan Carlisle was a shock, just wait until you see what’s in store next.”

Rorie smirked over at Cyrus, placing a hand on his shoulder.

STEELE: “My partner is right… The things you’ve seen so far are NOTHING in comparison to what we have planned. You thought that little move we came out with to put Aidan down was “cool”? You guys are in for some real treats. Just the beginning, ladies and gents… just the fucking beginning. But challengers… show yourselves. We’re not scared. We fucking DARE you…”

Rorie and Cyrus stand in the ring, waiting for anyone to show up, but as they both had guessed, nobody showed up. Rorie shrugged and Cyrus shook his head, a small laugh coming from him. The crowd boos in disappointment. ’Contemptress’ hits once again as the two drop their mics in the ring. Cyrus walks over to the ropes, holding them open for Rorie to get out. She takes her time to get out, teasing the crowd, as she hadn’t had a chance earlier. Cyrus jumped off the apron after she was through and helped her down the steps. The two walked back towards the entrance.

After almost getting him out in the ring, Jace Savage was that close to getting his. Yet thanks to Darryl Wallace, “Nightwing” got away. Cashe was once again going door to door, each locker room, every closed door he came across. Doors were being opening and Cashe was peeking inside. Nothing about him seemed to say he was even mad or enraged, he just searched calmly. With him was the baseball he had earlier when he walked in on Rorie Steele changing. The thought still made his mouth water like he would throw up.

CASHE: ”Where art thou Nightwing! Where are you hiding…”

His eyes scanning every corner, every area he came across. He had seen Hollywood and Aamon but watching them, he wanted to see Jace before racing into an attack but never seen his target. Turning a corner down another jointing hallway, he almost misses a door. Stopping, he cuts back and stares at it. The door has a number on it, 20. Shrugging he decided to check it out, almost hidden away itself, the room might be the very location where Jace Savage was hiding. He felt himself getting excited as he leaned against the door to listen.

CASHE: ”Hmmm…silence? Ready Jason? 1….2….THREE!!”

Throwing his shoulder into the door as he shoves down the handle to the door, it opens and he pours into the room. Inside sitting reversed on a folding chair was Erron Wilder wearing a “Rorie Gave me Pink Eye” T-Shirt. Seeing the shirt, Cashe briefly snickers but otherwise has no hesitation as he cocks back. The arm holding the baseball snaps back and springs forward as his shoulder and arm rocket overhead like he was pitching in the Major Leagues. As the ball spins through the room, it was like time had slowed down as Erron’s eyes widen, Cashe bites down on his bottom lip. Finally the ball connects…

WILDER: ”OOHHHHH!!!”

Slamming into the his face, Erron Wilder falls back from the chair as blood sprays like a nozzle on mist. The groaning of pain comes mixed with the blubbering of curse words as Erron moves around on the floor holding his face.

CASHE: ”What’s behind door number 20? I do say it seems we found a consolation prize! Goooood Golly! Ha-Yuck!”

Mimicking a Hillbilly, Cashe breaks into some Yee haw style dancing until something jogs his memory into thought.

CASHE: ”Got any weed Erron? Do you want some, maybe try and steal some huh?”

Sliding up against the far wall, Erron still has a hand cupped over the nose area of his face. He couldn’t be too lively after his war with Brutus Magnus but this was added damage and effective. There wasn’t an attempt to fight back from Erron, he just sat there watching Cashe and muttering shit as his lips bubble and spit the rolling blood draining from his nose.

CASHE: ”What do we have here?”

Digging through Erron’s belongings, Cashe comes across a few random items. A ziplock bag with cuts of raw meat, a piece of it chewed on. That has Cashe puckered at the lips, turning to Erron and giving him an off look. Tossing it aside, Cashe pulls out an old Britney Spears “Opps I Did it Again” Single CD. Cashe’s eyes widen in surprise as he slowly holds it out and turns, almost in a robot motion towards Erron.

CASHE: ”What…THE FUCK!?”

Muffled but clear enough to understand, Erron spits out a response.

WILDER: ”It’s a classic you fuck!”

Moving his cupped hand, Erron spits out trying to hit Cashe but it not having the distance. Cashe flings the CD case over his shoulder making a tsking sound as he goes back to digging through the belongings. From the bag, Cashe pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Nasty habit but the sight of it in Cashe’s hand causes Erron to spring from the ground.

CASHE: ”Whoa there!”

With a well placed Stiff Arm, Cashe palm punches Erron to the cheek and steps away. Erron falls into a sit down on the bench where his belongings were laid about. He doesn’t make another attempt.

WILDER: ”That’s mine. You don’t want cigarettes..”

Looking down at his hand, Cashe opens the pack of cigarettes. Erron makes a faint growl as Cashe pulls out not a cigarette but one of many rolled joints. The understatement here was that Cashe was happy at what he found. The smile on his face was big, his new and full smile expressed his happiness.

CASHE: ”Well turn the tables on us huh? Haha! Is this any good?”

Placing the one drawn from the pack under his nose, Cashe’s eyes roll back as he inhales strongly from his nose.

CASHE: ”Oh yeah, not too bad. This what you meant by Disneyland on twitter? Well hot damn, I am gonna ride all these rides! THANK YOU!”

WILDER: ”Fuck you..”

Their commotion has voices coming from outside in the hallway. The knocked on the door keeping it cracked open. Cashe notices someone poking through, his first thought was that it would be Omerta but it wasn’t. It was the wide, surprised eyes of Jace Savage who disappears like a Wack-A-Mole the second him and Cashe lock eyes.

CASHE: ”There you are!!”

WILDER: ”Arrrgghhh!!”

Erron pushes up and rushes at Cashe, catching him to the jaw with a stiff punch. The pack of cigarettes fall, Cashe gripping the one joint he had pulled out. His concern wasn’t Erron any longer or the pack of joints. He shoulders Erron off and heads to the door, ripping it open and disappearing after his original target, Jace Savage.

HEADLINE
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDER
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. JOHN AUSTIN VS. JETT WILDER

JOHNSON: “It’s time Vinny…”

VASSA: “For what?”

JOHNSON: “The triple threat match between Jett Wilder, John Austin, and Seamus O’Connor. Winner gets to go on to South Beach Brawl to face Chris Madison for the 4CW Pride Championship.”

VASSA: “Some prize… Winner gets to have their ass handed to them by one of the best in the industry.”

JOHNSON: “Come on Vinny. All three of these guys are former 4CW Pride champions. They’ve shown that they have what it takes to be a champion in this company.”

VASSA: “Those were different times. Chris Madison isn’t going to go down easily. If any of these three are going to be the one to take Madison out, they’re going to have to dig deep and find a whole new side of them that they never knew existed.”

JOHNSON: “We’ve both been in this business long enough to know that on any given night, inside that ring, the impossible can become a reality.”

VASSA: “Why don’t you tell that to Chris Madison; see how far that gets you…”

JOHNSON: “Well it looks like Mike Powers is ready to introduce the competitors to this upcoming match…”

VASSA: “That’s what I thought.”

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match to determine the number one contender for the 4CW Pride Championship!”

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

POWERS: “And his opponent…”

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

POWERS: “And their opponent…”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. 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: “The time for talking is over… One of these three will get a chance to square off, one on one, with Chris Madison at South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “No one has ever said wrestler’s are smart… I’d rather take the loss now and survive to see another day.”

JOHNSON: “That’s why you’re sitting down here with me and not climbing into that ring.”

VASSA: “I don’t think that’s the reason why; but sure, we’ll roll with it.”

The official looks towards all three of the competitors before signaling towards the timekeeper for the opening bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the opening bell sounds, O’Connor and Austin charge across the ring and begin to pummel Jett in his own corner. Austin hits Jett with a few stiff knees to the midsection that doubles him over as O’Connor clubs him in the back. Jett collapses to the canvass and curls up into a fetal position, trying his best to cover up and deflect the blows. O’Connor and Austin grab onto the ropes and begin to stomp away at Jett, forcing him out of the ring under the bottom rope. O’Connor takes a step back as John Austin mouths off to Jett’s entourage that follows him to the ring. Austin steps away from the corner and turns towards Seamus, instantly being flattened by a running clothesline! Austin rolls over and pushes up to all fours. Seamus charges forward and nails a running soccer kick to the ribs of John Austin, sending him through the ropes and onto the apron. O’Connor reaches over the top rope and pulls John Austin up to his feet. O’Connor tries to suplex Austin back into the ring but can’t get him off of the apron. Jett Wilder reached up and wrapped both of his arms tightly around John Austin’s ankles. O’Connor lets go of John Austin, allowing for Jett to pull him down off of the ring apron. Austin smacks his chin on the apron and turns towards the culprit. Jett Wilder nearly takes Austin’s head off with a perfectly placed rolling wheel kick!

JOHNSON: “That kick could have shattered John Austin’s jaw!”

VASSA: “I don’t think Jett Wilder has enough strength to break anyone’s bones except his own.”

Jett slides into the ring and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt from Seamus. He runs across the ring and rebounds off of the ropes, turning right back towards Seamus. Seamus sticks his shoulder right into the sternum of Jett Wilder, flattening him out with a shoulder block. Seamus pulls Jett up off of the mat and throws him up over his shoulder. Seamus marches towards the corner and then runs towards the center of the ring before slamming him down onto the canvass with a running powerslam! Seamus presses both of his hands down onto Jett’s chest as the official slides in for the count.

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TWO

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Austin breaks up the pin attempt as he tackles Seamus off of Jett Wilder.

JOHNSON: “The first of what I’m sure will be many timely saves throughout the match.”

VASSA: “If I were John Austin, I’d roll right back outside and let these two keep beating the hell out of each other.”

JOHNSON: “What a noble approach…”

O’Connor and Austin get to their feet simultaneously. They stand in the center of the ring and begin exchanging right hands, neither budging an inch. Austin finally gets the upperhand as he slips in a thumb to the eyes. Jett pushes back up to his feet and joins in as he and Austin back O’Connor against the ropes with a series of punches. They each grab a hold of one of Seamus’ wrists and whip him across the ring. Seamus rebounds off of the ropes and flattens both of his opponents with a double clothesline! Seamus lifts Jett Wilder up and tosses him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. As O’Connor gets to his feet he shoots on John Austin, lifting him up and spinning him around with a spinebuster. O’Connor sticks to John Austin and hooks a leg.

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TWO

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Austin bucks his hips and rolls O’Connor off before the count of three.

JOHNSON: “O’Connor was impressive at the last Adrenaline, the only of the three that won his match. Looks like that momentum is rolling over to tonight’s match.”

VASSA: “He’s definitely made this look easy so far. Then again, he’s the only one who doesn’t fully understand what a win gets you.”

Seamus pops up to his feet and turns his attention back to Jett. He lifts him up and throws him into the corner. Seamus steps back and then charges forward, leading with his shoulder. Jett rolls out of the way and Seamus crashes into the steel ring post. Jett pulls Seamus from the corner and then drives him into the canvass with a running bulldog. Austin steps in and clubs Jett from behind. He spins Jett around and begins unloading knife edged chops to his bare chest as he leans against the ropes. John Austin steps back and then charges Jett. Jett dips his shoulder and sends John Austin over the top rope with a back body drop! Austin crashes to the arena floor. Seamus pushes up to his feet and grabs Jett with a front facelock. He drives his knee up into Jett’s chest before deciding to throw him out of the ring with John Austin. Seamus grabs Jett by the waistband and throws him through the ropes. John Austin just got to his feet as Jett Wilder flew towards him. In mid air Jett grabbed John Austin with a front facelock and whipped his body around, hitting a tornado DDT on the arena floor!

JOHNSON: “What a counter!”

VASSA: “That may have been the best Tornado DDT I’ve ever seen! I know Seamus O’Connor and John Austin never saw that coming!”

Jett slides back into the ring and ducks under a right hand from Seamus. Seamus turns towards Jett and gets clipped with a standing dropkick. Seamus stumbles backwards towards the ropes and rebounds forward. Jett lifts Seamus up and drops him across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Jett gets to his feet and bounces off of the ropes as Seamus lays prone to the canvass. Jett closes is on Seamus and connects with a baseball slide to the side of his face! Jett rolls Seamus over and hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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Seamus powers out of the pin attempt, bench pressing Jett off of him with ease.

JOHNSON: “That baseball slide could have knocked Seamus out cold!”

VASSA: “But it didn’t, and this match is still ongoing.”

John Austin pulls himself up off of the floor and drags himself back into the ring underneath the ropes. Austin sneaks up behind Jett as stands back up on his feet and grabs him with a rear waistlock. Austin lifts Jett up and slams him backwards with a bridging German Suplex! The ref slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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Seamus drops down with an axehandle smash to break up the pinfall! He drags John Austin to the center of the ring and lifts him up to his feet. He spins Austin around and locks in a full nelson, violently shaking him around in the center of the ring. Seamus lifts Austin up and slams him back down to the canvass with a full nelson slam! He lays over Austin and hooks a leg for the cover.

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Jett grabs Seamus by the ankle and pulls him off of John Austin before the three count. Jett waits for Seamus to climb to his feet and then jumps up, wrapping his legs around O’Connor’s head and flipping him over with a hurricanrana! Jett runs away from O’Connor, leaping up onto the middle rope and springboarding backwards with a moonsault! Jett hooks a leg and the ref slides in for the third straight pin attempt.

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THR–

Seamus shoot his shoulder off of the mat, forcing Jett up into a kneeling position.

JOHNSON: “Three straight close calls… Each guy almost picking up the win! This match has been entertaining from the opening bell!”

VASSA: “Entertaining yes… But entertaining doesn’t necessarily get you a title shot. Someone’s gotta dig deep and take control of this match.”

John Austin grabs Jett Wilder and throws him towards the ropes. Wilder rebounds and comes charging full speed at Austin. John Austin lifts Wilder up into the air and drives him back down to the canvass with a flapjack. John Austin locks onto one of Jett’s arms and then wrenches back on his head with a crossface submission hold! Jett tries to fight the pain as he reaches out towards the nearby bottom rope. Seamus gets to his feet and instead of breaking the submission he joins in, working on Jett’s lower half with a cloverleaf! Both Austin and O’Connor continue to crank their submission holds, nearly snapping Jett in half! Suddenly their attention is drawn to the entranceway, each releasing their submission hold. Jett rolls out of the ring and is quickly attended to by Carmella. Austin and O’Connor stand against the ropes, facing ramp as Chris Madison strolls down towards the ring.

JOHNSON: “What the hell is this?”

VASSA: “Looks like our 4CW Pride Champion…”

JOHNSON: “I know who it is. Why the hell is he out here?”

VASSA: “Maybe he just wants a closer look at his future opponent. He saved the ref from making a tough call! Both Seamus and John Austin had Jett on the verge of tapping out!”

Madison stops at the foot of the entranceway. He stands still with his arms folded across his chest and the 4CW Pride Championship fastened around his waist. John Austin takes a step back as Seamus O’Connor mouths off to the champion. Austin sneaks up behind Seamus and uses a school boy rollup for the pin attempt.

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Seamus powers out, pushing John Austin back. Seamus is quick to his feet and he ducks under a lariat attempt from John Austin. Seamus spins around and quickly locks in a cobra clutch. Seamus drops down and wraps his legs around John Austin’s body to finish off the Irish Hangover! Austin tries to fight out of the submission but starts to fade. Jett Wilder rolls into the ring and senses the end is near. Austin’s hand is parallel with the canvass, on the verge of tapping as Jett delivers a stiff kick to the back of Seamus! Seamus releases his submission hold, rolling Austin over onto his stomach. Seamus pushes up to his feet and Jett charges towards him. Seamus lifts Jett up and spins him around with a sitout spinebuster! Seamus stands up and watches Jett closely as he begins to stir. Jett starts to pull himself up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes. Seamus suddenly steps aside as John Austin tried to jump him from behind. Jett had two hands on the top rope, trying to pull himself up. Unintentionally he pulled the top rope down enough to allow John Austin to tumble over it to the arena floor. Jett stands and turns towards Seamus who grabs him by the back of the head while falling backwards to the mat. Seamus drives his knees up and hits The Irish Kiss!!

JOHNSON: “That’s got to be it! Looks like Seamus is going on to South Beach Brawl!”

Seamus rolls over onto Jett and hooks a leg for the cover.

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Chris Madison reaches under the bottom rope and pulls Seamus off of Jett Wilder to break up the pin attempt! Madison pulls Seamus completely out of the ring and begins teeing off with stiff forearm shots to the face. He switches to a Muay Thai clinch and drives his knees upwards before releasing and hitting a flying knee! Seamus drops down to the arena floor and Madison turns his attention to John Austin. Madison lifts Austin up with a rear waist lock, trapping one of John’s arms against his body. Madison pulls on that arm, forcing John to spin around and Madison perfectly times his roaring elbow strike to the back of the head known as Comatosed! With two of the three competitors down, Madison slides in the ring to join Jett Wilder. Madison tosses Jett towards the ropes and on the rebound lifts him into the air. Madison releases and as Jett falls belly down back towards the canvas Madison leaps up and grabs him by the back of the head, falls backwards, and drives Jett’s face into his knee that’s curled up against his chest! With all three men down and out the official calls for the bell.

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

JOHNSON: “What the hell was the point of all of this?”

VASSA: “Why don’t you climb in the ring and ask him?”

JOHNSON: “The ref has thrown this match out. Now we don’t have a contender for South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “Probably better off that way… Whoever won would have just been a lamb led to the slaughterhouse…”

Madison slides out of the ring and picks up his Pride Championship before slowly circling around the ring. He grabs a microphone from the announce table and then climbs back into the ring as Mike Powers announces the officials decision.

POWERS: “The official has just informed me that he has ruled this match a no contest!”

MADISON: “No shit! Now sit back down Powers…”

Mike Powers reluctantly sits back down as the fans shower Madison with deafening boos.

MADISON: “I saw just about enough of this bullshit match; I couldn’t stomach anymore of it. These three epitomize what was wrong with the Pride title division. Each one of them lucky that they were ever even considered for a title match, let alone lucky enough to pull off the upset of winning the championship. For far too long this title has been disgraced by the likes of them. Had it not been for a clause in their title match contracts, they wouldn’t even be in consideration for a shot against me at South Beach Brawl! I’ve got a better solution than this pathetic triple threat match. I don’t want to leave one stone unturned… The last thing I need is for one of these guys is to claim they didn’t get a fair shake. So instead of the winner of this match facing me at South Beach Brawl, all three will! I will put the 4CW Pride Championship on the line in a fourway elimination match against Jett Wilder, Seamus O’Connor, and John Austin… Last man left wins the 4CW Pride Championship.”

The crowd erupts at the announcement of the possible title match.

MADISON: “When all is said and done, I can assure you all that I will still be your Pride Champion. I can guarantee that you won’t be forced to watch the bottom feeders of this company contend for championships that they don’t deserve! Those days are done. And at South Beach Brawl, you three will be lucky if I let you walk out with your careers still intact!”

Madison drops the mic and climbs through the ropes, marching back up the entranceway as the three men involved in the match begin to stir.

PINKMAN: “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

The scene opens inside of the temporary office Perry Wallace calls home for the evening in Charleston, South Carolina. Standing in front of a mirror, he stares at himself before replying to the question.

WALLACE: “I’ve never been more ready in my entire life. I’m sick and tired of hiding behind security and Omerta. It’s time I do something on my own and I’m going to do just that. This is my goddamn night.”

Stepping in beside him in the reflection, Kaysie Sherell wraps her arm around his shoulders, stepping in and against him.

SHERELL: “You got this, babe.”

WALLACE: “You know it.”

She then leans towards his face and kisses him on the cheek.

SHERELL: “Would you like me to come with?”

A slight hesitation is present as Wallace thinks over the question in his head.

WALLACE: “Umm… that won’t be necessary. I need you to stay back here with Mr. O.P.P right here where it’s safe. If things go wrong, it could end badly for me and the last thing I want is for you to be out there in the madness. Go on over there and have a seat, baby. Everything is going to be okay.”

She then turns and walks away but before she can get too far, Wallace reaches over and grabs a handful of her backside. With a smile on his face and possibly a tear in the corner of his eye, he mumbles under his breath.

WALLACE: “In case things turn out to be terrible for me out there, I will miss you. Booty so big you can see it from the front. Remember me…”

PINKMAN: “Snap out of it!”

Pinkman says as he snaps his fingers, grabbing Wallace’s attention and breaking him out of the trance.

PINKMAN: “Let me do my job. Let me do what it is that I said I was going to do. I can’t offer you protection from inside this office while you’re putting your life on the line at ringside.”

Holding up his index finger over his lips, Wallace gently shakes his head back and forth.

WALLACE: “Ssssshhhhhhhhhh… I got this. If this backfires then believe me, I won’t be seen without you by my side. But I must do this tonight. I need to stand up for myself and shot them who’s boss.”

PINKMAN: “If you say so, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

The picture then slowly fades and cuts back to ringside.

MAIN EVENT
CHRIS MADISON VS. DAKOTA SMITH

JOHNSON: “It has been one crazy night but we have finally made it to our main event!”

VASSA: “We’ve witnessed some wild things take place in the ring tonight. Stable-mates turning on one another, new signees making their presence felt at the first opportunity to do so. It’s been fun but now the match we’ve all been waiting for awaits.”

JOHNSON: “Champion versus champion, Pride Champion versus 4CW Champion, Chris Madison versus Dakota Smith… it doesn’t get any better than this.”

VASSA: “As a matter of fact it could be better, if the championships were on the line.”

JOHNSON: “With the tournament going on, that just isn’t an option. Everyone must wait their turn, this isn’t some clique ran wrestling company, this is 4CW!”

VASSA: “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

JOHNSON: “What are we waiting for?”

VASSA: “I don’t know, you tell me.”

JOHNSON: “We aren’t waiting for anything, let’s get on with the show!”

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.

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

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.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

“I’m a sludge God

I’m rather odd

Take your head like Mr Ichabod

Hit em hard showing no regard

Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred

Pull your card

Put u in the morgue

That’s just the way the LOC settle scores

Put me in the booth and press record

I serve em sludge and they beg for more “

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

Reaching the ring he takes the belt off of his neck and throws it into the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope. Planting his fist into the ground he pushes himself up off the mat and picks up his championship. He stalks the ring for a few seconds before going up the turnbuckle and raising his extreme championship up into the air – letting out a blood curdling roar as he does so. He drops down and takes a seat in the corner, putting the belt back around his neck and waiting for the match to start.

JOHNSON: “It’s a shame that this match isn’t for either belt.”

VASSA: “It really is. A match like this would headline any pay-per-view, no matter where in the world.”

JOHNSON: “Maybe one day, but not tonight. Tonight it’s just man versus man, champion versus champion, nothing on the line but respect.”

VASSA: “Respect? You do remember that Unstable is responsible for Dakota being kidnapped and Chris Madison is a member of Unstable.”

JOHNSON: “I do in fact. The emotion and tension are at high levels tonight. This could very well end up in a brawl outside of the ring, throughout the entire arena.”

VASSA: “One can only hope.”

JOHNSON: “Hush your mouth! I don’t want this match to end in that manner. I want to see these two leave it all in the ring, may the best man win!”

The official checks in with Madison who stares back with no emotion whatsoever in his face, just reacting with a slow nod, staring straight ahead at Dakota. The official then turns to Dakota who just now stands to his feet, slapping himself in the face over and over, pumping himself up for this match. Locking his eyes on the official, Dakota roars at the top of his lungs before beating his chest wildly. The official takes the gesture as a sign that he is ready and then signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Like a mad man, Dakota erupts from the corner and charges towards Madison. Quick to react, Madison takes off and meets Dakota head on in the center of the ring. Swinging first, Dakota connects with a vicious elbow to Madison’s ear, knocking him back a step. Before Madison can settle his feet, Dakota thrusts forward and drives the top of his head directly into Madison’s chin, knocking him clean off his feet. Dakota then stomps repeatedly on Madison’s stomach, not giving him a single second to try and get back to his feet. Wearing Madison down, Dakota continues stomping on him before turning to the ropes and taking off towards them. Coming back on the rebound, Dakota drops a knee across Madison’s face, rolling over him and up to his feet in a fluid motion.

Turning around in an instant, Dakota locks his eyes on Madison and quickly moves in for the attack again. After two steps, Dakota draws his leg back and kicks Madison in the jaw, sending his head rolling in the opposite direction and his face smacking against the canvas. He then leaps onto Madison and wraps both hands firmly around his throat. Squeezing with all of his strength, Dakota strangles Madison as the official rushes over to break up the hold. Ignoring the ref, Dakota lifts Madison’s head up from the mat and stares into his eyes, watching as life slowly slips away from him. The official then yells into Dakota’s ear and slaps him across the back before starting the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Dakota then slams Madison’s head to the mat and releases his grip from his throat before standing up and turning his attention to the official. He then charges towards the official, backing him across the ring until trapping him in the corner. Dakota tries to intimidate the official and he does, but the official yells back, making a stand for himself. Laughing hysterically, Dakota quickly draws his fist back and the official flinches. Dakota then brushes the officials shirt off with a smile on his face before turning around and setting his sights back on Madison.

VASSA: “Did you see Larry Collins flinch?!”

JOHNSON: “I did, Vinny. Dakota is one crazy S.O.B. and you never know what he’s going to do. That actually turned out better than I could have imagined.”

Dakota then stomps over to Madison and draws his hand back high into the air. Closing in, Dakota swings down for Madison’s head but is quickly taken off his feet as Madison’s spins on the mat and sweeps his legs out from under him. The two then race to get to their feet and they do at the same time. Dakota then swings for Madison’s head furiously but comes up short as Madison ducks out of the way and counters with a stiff punch to the ribs. Madison then grabs ahold of Dakota’s shoulders and spins around, slamming his back into the corner. The impact knocks the breath from Dakota’s lung as his arms extends to the sides. Seeing an opportunity, Madison unloads with a brutal combination of body blows, nearly cracking ribs as each fist crashes against his body.

Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, Madison uses it as leverage as he begins kicking Dakota in the stomach over and over, slowly breaking him down into a seated position. With Dakota down and battered, Madison takes a few steps backwards before running forward and driving his knee into Dakota’s face, cutting him open just above the eye. In a daze, Dakota wipes the blood from his face that trickles down from the laceration. Before he knows it, Madison grabs onto him and rips him away from the corner, standing him up. With a little blood in his mouth, Dakota spits it into Madison’s face, taking away his eye sight momentarily. Dakota then grabs ahold of him and pulls him in while delivering a nasty knee shot to the family jewels.

JOHNSON: “We knew this was going to be a dirty fight and Dakota is proving that right now!”

VASSA: “Dirty? I don’t even think the ref saw it!”

JOHNSON: “I think you’re right, Vinny.”

Dakota then turns around, pulling Madison along for the ride and slams him into the corner with force. Madison begins rubbing his eyes, trying to gain his vision back that’s been temporarily taken away. Ducking down, Dakota grabs each of the middle ropes leading into the corner. He then pulls himself forward and drives his shoulder into Madison’s stomach. Madison grunts as the impact is made. Dakota then does it again and again before standing tall and slapping Madison right across the mouth. He then spins Madison around and grabs onto his head with both hands. Pulling Madison’s head back, Dakota then slams it forward, face first into the top turnbuckle padding. Pulling his head back for a second time, Dakota slams it forward again, driving his face straight into the turnbuckle padding. He then locks in a half nelson and takes a few steps back, dragging Madison along, before lifting him up and driving his head into the canvas with a half nelson suplex.

VASSA: “The match between Cashe and Laughlin was similar to this. They weren’t really matches at all, just fights pretty much.”

JOHNSON: “So far we haven’t seen any weapons introduced.”

VASSA: “Are you kidding me? Both of these men are weapons!”

On all fours, Dakota rolls Madison over to his back and makes the cover as the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Madison breaks the count. A hostile looks comes over Dakota’s face as he looks down into Madison’s eyes and grabs ahold of his head with both hands. Dakota then goes berserk and begins slamming Madison’s head into the canvas over and over as it beating a war drum. He then pushes Madison’s head to the mat as he stands tall, face covered in blood. Dakota rubs his hand over his face, covering his fingertips in the crimson. He then marks lines across his chest as if it were war paint.

JOHNSON: “I think The Butcher has come out to play!”

VASSA: “We’ve seen him on the warpath all night. First he attacked Hopkins and then Drew after his match with Hollywood. He’s been tearing through bodies the entire night and now the ultimate prize rests at his feet.”

JOHNSON: “I think the ultimate prize sits in his corner, the 4CW Championship. Madison is just the ultimate prey for him, the predator in the ring.”

Grabbing ahold of Madison’s arm, Dakota rips him up from the mat. He then steps in beside Madison and drops him to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep. Crawling over top of Madison, Dakota begins throwing wild punches, raining down on Madison with fists of fury. After landing half a dozen, Dakota draws back for the kill shot but Madison quickly leans up and headbutts him underneath the chin. Locking onto Dakota’s head, Madison rolls him over to the side, freeing himself.

The two then begin to get up, Madison standing first. With Dakota on one knee, Madison unloads on him with a combination of kicks and finishes it off semi-flying knee to the face. Dakota hits the mad with a thud and before he can even begin to squirm, Madison locks onto him and pulls him back to his feet. Turning Dakota slightly, Madison then pulls his arm between his legs for a pump-handle and lifts Dakota into the air, throwing him straight to his back with a pump-handle slam. Kneeling down beside Dakota, Madison holds onto him with both hands before driving repeated knees into his ribs.

Dakota groans as each knee crashes into his torso. He then looks Madison in the eye while receiving more knees and the camera zooms in to his lips. “I’m the best mother fucker there is in 4CW. You ain’t shit!” Madison then drives one last knee into Dakota’s ribs, this one harder than the others, and wipes the smile off of Dakota’s face. Madison then stands tall and pulls Dakota up. Wrapping him up, Madison lifts Dakota off his feet and tosses him like a rag doll across the ring with a T-bone suplex. Dakota rolls until stopping on his back, starring at the ceiling above. Madison then crawls over and quickly makes the cover as it appears Dakota is stunned.

ONE

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TW–

Dakota pops his shoulder up and as Madison raises up, Dakota yells directly into his face. “Is that all you got!” Disagreeing, Madison shakes his head before drawing back and laying him out with a ferocious elbow to the dome.

JOHNSON: “Even when he’s down, Dakota refuses to keep his mouth shut.”

VASSA: “He said he was going to let Madison know the entire time that he isn’t the best and that he, Dakota, is the best in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Mind games, that’s all this is. Unfortunately, it isn’t working in his favor when he’s laid out on his back.”

Grabbing Dakota underneath the shoulder and by the wrist, Madison lifts Dakota to his feet. Ducking his head underneath Dakota’s arm and wrapping him around the waist, Madison then lifts Dakota into the air and flips him over to his back with a northern lights suplex. Madison tops it off with a bridge for the pin as the official rushes over for the count.

ONE

Dakota quickly kicks out of the pin attempt before the official can even begin going for the two. Popping up to his feet, Madison grabs Dakota’s foot and drags him to the nearby corner. He then kicks Dakota a few times in the side before turning to the corner and ascending to the top. With Dakota still down, Madison leaps from the top and comes down with a double foot stomp.

VASSA: “Dakota rolled out of the way!”

In a flash, Dakota rolls out of the way, leaving Madison nothing but canvas to land on as he comes down. With his back turned up him, Dakota reaches up and grabs the back of his shorts, pulling him down and into the ropes. Madison goes in between the top and middle rope, smacking the apron and then rolling off to the hard floor below. The official then begins the ten count as Madison rolls around on the outside and Dakota slowly pulls himself up with the ropes.

“One! … Two! … Three!” On his feet, Dakota then takes off to the ropes on the other side of the ring. “Four!” Coming back on the rebound, Dakota charges full speed towards the ropes just above Madison. “Five!” As Madison pushes himself up to one knee, Dakota leaps through the ropes and flies towards him, crashing into him with a suicide dive. The two rolls away from the ring and stop abruptly as they hit the barricade. On top of the pile, Dakota begins pulling himself up with help using the barricade as the official restarts the ten count. “One! … Two!” Dakota then begins punching Madison over and over in the face, busting his nose wide open. “Three!” Pulling Madison up to his feet, Dakota then whips him to the corner of the ring, face first into the ring post.

THUNK!!! “Four!” Staggering backwards, Madison’s eyes light up as Dakota wraps him up and drives his feet, pushing Madison forward and face first into the ring post again.

THUNK!!! “Five” Dakota then lifts Madison up from his feet and drives his back into the floor with a German suplex. “Six!” Climbing back to his feet, Dakota looks down at Madison and then turns to the ring. “Seven!” Ducking underneath the bottom rope, Dakota slides into the ring. “Eight!” Just as Dakota stands, Madison’s hand pops up over the apron and reaches into the ring, pulling Dakota’s leg out from under him. “Nine!” Madison then pulls Dakota underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring just before the official can reach the ten count. With both men on the floor, the official then restarts the count again. “One!” Madison and Dakota rolls around the floor, exchanging punches, beating each other senseless. “Two! … Three! … Four!” Dakota then catches Madison with a stiff elbow to the temple, knocking his head against the floor. “Five!” Standing up, Dakota then grabs Madison by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. “Six!” Dragging Madison towards the ring, Dakota rolls him underneath the bottom rope and into the squared circle. “Seven!”

Sliding in right behind him, the ten count official comes to a stop as both men have entered the ring.

VASSA: “We’re finally back in the ring!”

JOHNSON: “For a second there, well two, I thought we were going to have a count out.”

VASSA: “If it was up to Dakota the entire match would take place outside of the ring but unfortunately it isn’t up to him.”

JOHNSON: “This is a standard rules match and whoever walks away with the win here tonight, may just prove themselves as the most dominant wrestler in 4CW.”

VASSA: “Well… as long as it is a clean win.”

The crowd then erupts into a loud roar of boos.

JOHNSON: “What’s going on? Is it Omerta? Is it Unstable?”

VASSA: “Nope! It’s the boss himself, Perry Wallace, and he’s coming down to the ring alone.”

Wallace marches down the entrance ramp with a serious look on his face and his eyes locked on the ring. Unlike other times we have seen him recently, he walks to the ring alone, no members of security or Omerta to back him.

JOHNSON: “Where’s his security detail? Where’s Oswald Pinkman? Where’s Omerta?”

VASSA: “So this is what he meant earlier! I think he’s finally grown a pair!”

Inside of the ring, the two men slowly climb to their feet. Hearing the roars of the crowd, the two look to the ramp in shock at the sight of Wallace standing there by himself. Wallace then walks around the ring and over to the announcers booth. Ordering a member of the ringside crew to get out of his way, Wallace then grabs the chair he is sitting in and folds it up. Turning back to the ring, Wallace tosses it over the ropes and into the ring, just a few feet away from Dakota and Madison.

JOHNSON: “What is he doing?! This is a standard rules match!”

VASSA: “I think he’s lost it!”

The official quickly grabs the chair and walks to the ropes with it before Wallace snatches a mic from the ringside crew members and screams into it.

WALLACE: “STOP RIGHT THERE!!! This is my goddamn company and I want to see someone in that ring kiss that goddamn chair before the night is over with! Don’t you DARE throw it out of the ring or I will shit can your ass so quick, you’ll never knew what fucking hit you! The chair stays and there will be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!!”

The official slowly steps away from the ropes with the chair still in hand. Looking down at it, he thinks to himself for a moment before looking back up at Wallace.

WALLACE: “Put it down and call the match as I say to! If anyone from Unstable or even Omerta show up from the back, their stable mate will be stripped of his championship!”

The official then tosses the chair to the center of the ring. Shaking his head, he backs away to the other side. Meanwhile, Dakota and Madison start at Wallace before turning to each other. The crowd grows louder and louder in anticipation as the two stand motionless.

VASSA: “No disqualification and if anyone interferes their team member will be stripped of their championship! Wallace is raising the stakes here tonight!”

JOHNSON: “He can’t do this. There are rules and rules must be followed.”

VASSA: “Or what? There will be chaos? He’s the goddamn boss! You tell him that!”

In an instant, Dakota turns to make a move for the chair but Madison stops him in his tracks and grabs ahold of his shoulder, spinning him around and landing a solid right to the mouth. Dakota stumbles back a step and then plants his back foot before lunging forward and connecting with a right of his own, knocking Madison into the corner. Dakota then unloads with knife edge chops to Madison’s chest before transitioning into elbow shots to the head. He then pulls Madison out of the corner and positions himself behind him. Wrapping him up, Dakota then lifts Madison up into the air and drives him back first into the corner with a German suplex.

Madison falls straight on his head and then rolls over to his side as Dakota slowly pushes himself up and locks his eyes on the chair in the middle of the ring. Taking his time, Dakota moves closer and closer to the chair. While his back is turned, Madison slowly pushes himself up from the mat, favoring his right shoulder slightly. Reaching down and grabbing the chair by the leg with one hand, Dakota then lifts it above his head and holds it up while slowly turning around to face Madison. A surprised look comes to his face as he sees Madison standing in the corner and not down on the mat. Dakota then charges towards Madison while lowering the chair and grabbing it with both hands. Taking a swing for Madison’s head, Dakota lunges forward but misses as Madison rolls out of the way.

TTHHUUMMPP!!!

The chair bounces off the top of the corner as Dakota whips around instantly and searches for Madison. Just as Madison pushes himself up from one knee, Dakota takes another swing for his head, coming down from above.

CCLLAANNKK!!!

Madison rolls out of the way once more, avoiding the blow as the chair smacks the canvas. Dakota quickly turns to Madison and swings down at him again, missing as Madison rolls out of the way.

CCLLAANNKK!!!

Getting angrier by the second, Dakota turns to Madison once more and raises the chair above his head as high as he can. He then swings down with it.

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

Madison kicks both feet up and drives them into the chair, knocking it back and crushing it into Dakota’s face.

VASSA: “There it is! Wallace wanted to see someone kiss the steel tonight!”

JOHNSON: “I don’t think he meant for that person to be Dakota though.”

Madison rolls backwards and up to his feet in a fluid motion as Dakota stumbles backwards with the chair still in hand. Hitting the ropes, Dakota bounces forward and stumbles into Madison who plants both hands onto the chair and presses it against Dakota’s chest as he lifts him into the air above his head. Madison launches Dakota into the air and as he comes down with the chair still in his grip, Madison jumps up and grabs Dakota by the back of the head. Falling backwards, Madison pulls Dakota down with him while curling his knees against his chest. Stopping abruptly, Madison’s back hits the canvas as his knees slam into the chair, driving it into Dakota’s face.

CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!!

VASSA: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!”

JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!! Madison just executed Dakota with the Chaos Theory using the chair Dakota was holding.”

Wallace grabs his hair with both hands and begins pulling it while dropping to both knees at the sight of what just happened in the ring. Dakota lies motionless on the canvas, dead-like but you can see his chest barely moving as he breathes in and out. Madison then rolls over to survey the damage. Dakota’s face is covered in blood as he lies motionless. Satisfied with the damage, Madison then covers Dakota for the pin.

WALLACE: “NNOOO!!! DO NOT MAKE THAT COUNT!!!”

The official looks to the outside as Wallace breathes heavily into the microphone.

WALLACE: “You hear me? I said do not make the count. I call the shots here!”

Madison looks up to the ref and yells for him to make the count. Unsure of what to do, the official looks back and forth between Wallace and Madison making the cover on Dakota.

WALLACE: “That’s right! You better remember who signs your goddamn paychecks.”

Shaking his head in disgust, Collins then drops down to his knees and one hand, in the tripod position. He raises his other hand up and stops for a moment to look Wallace in the eyes.

WALLACE: “DON’T!!! DO NOT!!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!”

Collins then looks back at the cover and slaps his hand across the mat.

ONE!!!

Slowly raising his hand again, Collins then slaps the mat for a second time.

TWO!!!

He then raises it for a third and pauses as Wallace’s voice screams over the speakers.

WALLACE: “STOP RIGHT THERE!!! I SAID STOP GODDAMNIT!!!”

With a grin on his face, Collins then slaps the mat for a third time.

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “I can’t believe it! Larry Collins defied Mr. Wallace and made the count. He did his job despite what the bossman said!”

VASSA: “Madison wins it! He’s beaten the 4CW Champion and caused Wallace’s plan to backfire in his face!”

JOHNSON: “Larry is going to have to pay for this I’m sure.”

VASSA: “So fucking what! The man is paid to do a job and he did just that. Fuck bending the rules to benefit Wallace!”

Collins then helps Madison up to his feet with a look of pride on his face, satisfied with doing the right thing and calling the match down the middle. He then raises Madison’s hand into the air as “You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)” hits the speakers throughout the entire arena.

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

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

Madison then rips his arm away from the official before walking to the ropes and pointing to Wallace on the outside. Growing red in the face, Wallace screams into the microphone once more.

WALLACE: “GODDAMNIT CAN’T ANYTHING GO AS PLANNED!!! THIS WAS MY MOMENT TO SHINE!!! FUCK!!!”

Wallace then throws the microphone into the air and out above the crowd before storming off and making his way around the ring.

VASSA: “HA-HA!!! HA-HA!!! HA-HA!!!”

JOHNSON: “Mr. Wallace is furious that things didn’t work out as planned!”

VASSA: “What did he expect? Just because he tries to act tough and make it a no disqualification match doesn’t mean Dakota is automatically going to win. He should have brought Omerta to the ring with him. Leave it to Wallace to botch another plan!”

Madison then climbs the corner and looks up the ramp as Wallace charges towards the back and disappears behind the curtain. He then holds his arms to the side as the fans in the building chant…

“UN-STA-BLE!!! … UN-STA-BLE!!! … UN-STA-BLE!!! … UN-STA-BLE!!! … UN-STA-BLE!!!”

VASSA: “That was a tragic turn of event for Wallace but one hell of a way to end the night ladies and gentlemen!”

JOHNSON: “The streak continues! He’s up to fourteen unanswered wins since signing with 4CW and just added a huge trophy to the collection with knocking off the 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith.”

VASSA: “This is a huge victory for Unstable over Omerta and it’s all thanks to Wallace getting in the way like he always seems to do.”

JOHNSON: “I know we have Jair Hopkins and Drew Stevenson meeting in two weeks to determine who faces Dakota for the 4CW Championship but Madison just proved here tonight that he deserves a chance at the title as well!”

VASSA: “He should have entered the tournament then! Until this is all said and done and the winner gets their shot, Madison just has to sit on the sidelines and watch.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know about sitting on the sidelines. He’s left a trail of bodies in his wreckage and I’m sure there are many more to come.”

VASSA: “Maybe but until the 4CW Championship match happens at South Beach Brawl, he’s just going to have to wait his turn.”

JOHNSON: “Well that’s all the time we have for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head down to Deluth, Georgia, for the last Adrenaline before South Beach Brawl.”

VASSA: “I can’t wait! We’re getting closer! I’m ready to head on down to Miami but we have one more stop along the way.”

JOHNSON: “We’ll see you in two weeks folks. Have a good night. I’m Steve Johnson…”

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Hack these nuts! Good night!”

The camera switches back to Madison who now has the Pride Championship in hand, holding it high above his head. He then hops down from the corner and walks to the one directly across from it, climbing to the top. The fans remain chanting as they transition into another choice of words. The camera then zooms in on Dakota’s face covered in blood as the picture slowly fades out to nothing but black and the chanting in the background.

“MA-DI-SON!!! … MA-DI-SON!!! … MA-DI-SON!!! … MA-DI-SON!!! … MA-DI-SON!!!”