The scene opens up at ringside to a full house in the Tucson Convention Center. The entire building is packed tonight as we come back to 4CW’s home territory of the South-West. Scanning over the crowd, a few signs stick out as the camera zooms in on them, putting them into full picture.

Focusing on the booth, Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa talk amongst themselves. As the seconds tick down, the camera zooms in even closer to the booth where Johnson turns his head to make eye contact before taking lead.
JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Adrenaline! We come to you live tonight from Tucson, Arizona!”
VASSA: “It’s good to be back home baby!”
JOHNSON: “I’m your host, Steve Johnson!”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! How you folks doing tonight?”
JOHNSON: “We have an exciting night in store for you all at home as we’re just two weeks following South Beach Brawl!”
VASSA: “Boy oh boy that was an exciting night! The party went on all day and didn’t stop until the sun came up the following morning. I was literally fucked up for like two days after.”
JOHNSON: “That’s great Vinny! I’m sure the folks watching at home would love to hear all about that.”
VASSA: “I’d be glad to sha–“
JOHNSON: “I was being sarcastic.”
VASSA: “You were being a jerk, you old fart.”
JOHNSON: “We saw some changes at South Beach Brawl, especially in terms of champions.”
VASSA: “We sure did. Dakota Smith was able to retain against Jair Hopkins in a brutal match up that nearly left Hopkins dead.”
JOHNSON: “That was one wild match. That bulldog from the top of the stage roof into the ring… WOW!!!”
VASSA: “In other news, Jason Cashe was able to reclaim the XTV Championship against Bryan Laughlin in an extreme caged ladder match. They completely left the ring a mess after that match.”
JOHNSON: “It was carnage from start to finish but in the end, Cashe was able to pull the belt down from the top of the cage, winning it for the second time!”
VASSA: “It felt like deja vu as New Gen, Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, won the Tag-Team Championships for their second time in 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “It has been over a year since we saw the two teamed up in the ring and they were able to go out there to defeat Rorie Steele and Cyrus Riddle.”
VASSA: “New Gen had a few successful defenses under their reign the first time. Hopefully they can bring some prestige back to these championships. I just hope neither decide to go alpha on us.”
JOHNSON: “For our last title match, the one that has had the entire internet buzzing due to claims from one Jett Wilder… Chris Madison retained the Pride Championship in an elimination match against Jett and Seamus O’Connor.”
VASSA: “John Austin was supposed to be in this match but Madison took it upon himself to eliminate him before he even had a chance to come to the ring.”
JOHNSON: “Ever since that night, there has been claims and accusations against the 4CW officials that this match was fixed and set to be in favor of Chris Madison.”
VASSA: “Haters gonna hate and bitches gonna bitch. The man is undefeated in 4CW and it chaps everyone’s ass. Instead of crying about it, someone needs to step to the plate and put a blemish on the mans record.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a lot easier said than done.”
VASSA: “It’s a lot easier to point the finger at someone else than to take responsibility as well, but who am I to judge.”
JOHNSON: “You sir aren’t in any position to judge anyone!”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
JOHNSON: “Alright folks, that’s a brief rundown of South Beach Brawl. You can check it out for yourself and stream via the 4CW website if you happened to either miss the action or just want to see the incredible show again.”
VASSA: “I’ve watched it like eight times.”
JOHNSON: “And you probably still can’t tell me what all happened that night.”
VASSA: “A lot of that night is a blur, it was a party after all.”
JOHNSON: “We’re going to cut backstage momentarily but don’t go anywhere as we’ll be right back here at ringside.”

The sun has just descended beyond the horizon outside of the arena. We’re beyond the reach of the roar of the crowd from within the arena. We find ourselves soothed by the quiet breeze and the absence of unnecessary noise and distraction. The camera pans around until it reveals a grassy knoll where a new face is seen–the face of Sonny Lee. He is sitting cross legged atop this grassy knoll with his hands out–palm up on his knees. His eyes are closed–he is in a state of deep meditation. Somewhere beyond, a voice is heard… The voice is gruff, but knowing.
NARRATOR: “Sonny Lee gave everything he had to his former promotion. Blood and sweat was shed in the name of the fight and ultimately, it was not enough. Linear thinking and closed minds ultimately drew what could have been a never ending journey to an abrupt close. He is now free from those chains–the chains which held him back. He is free from those who wished to keep him sedated and ultimately use him as a tool.”
The camera zooms in close, framing Sonny’s head and shoulders with the night’s sky. A shooting star zips across the frame, disappearing behind him. The narrator continues…
NARRATOR: “Within the four corners, Sonny Lee will find a new freedom. He will finally find that which he has sought since the day he came to the United States. This freedom taken for granted by those around him will be within his grasp. He will take hold of it and he will not allow it to slip from his grasp.”
The camera zooms in tight, showing only Sonny’s closed eyes.
NARRATOR: “And now, what he waits for is the opponent. The perfect opponent. He waits for the fight that will become his definition. He waits…for you…”
Sonny’s eyes snap open right as the camera fades to black.


POWERS: “The following contest will be a fatal fourway and is scheduled for one fall!”
The first three bass tones of 8Ball and MJG’s “You Don’t Want Drama” play over the sound system. The big screen plays images of big Dirty South doing really cool, dangerous things like smoking and hitting people, throwing people and jumping off high places. Shaking out (cheap) champagne bottles. As the track intro plays a teenage asian girl in coveralls and a backward baseball cap backs out of the curtain with a GoPro/iPad setup focused on the curtain. As 8Ball begins to rap Dirty South emerges from the back in all his glory.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Mackramento, California, weighing in at three hundred pounds and standing five feet, ten inches tall… “Big D”… DIRTY SSOOUUTTHH!!!”
The crowd begins to boo as he marches down to the ring, preceded by his personal camera girl. Dirty South clear his nostrils and spits, talks trash to fans and yells his social media handles at the cameras. He cracks his neck and rolls under the bottom ropes then double checks his shoe laces and the tape on his wrists while the ref checks him for hidden weapons.
POWERS: “Up next!”
The lights fade out. A deep red light fills the arena as DINOSAUR!’s Toccata and Fuege (Dubstep Remix) hauntingly kicks up. Fog fills then entrance way as Iscariot XIII slowly walks out from the back.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring, Standing a massive six feet eleven inches tall and weighing it at two hundred and eighty eight pounds. Hailing from Gehenna, he is The Unholy Traitor, ISCARIOT XIII!!!!!!”
He slowly and methodically walks towards the ring. He climbs onto the ring Apron and then over the top rope. He walks to his corner and stares menacingly towards the crowd and announcers.
POWERS: “Our third competitor!”


‘I Am Hell’ by Machine Head blares throughout the speakers and PA system and the crowd erupts in a barrage of boos and jeers. Moments pass as a thick layer of gray fog appears at the top of the ramp. Suddenly, a man appears on the stage, draped in a long black and red trench coat and a mask upon his face. That man, of course, was Zayn Christ. The boos get louder and louder as moments pass as Zayn kneels down at the top of the ramp and runs his hand across the cold steel of the rampway. He cocks his neck sharply to the right and begins the long walk down the aisle.
POWERS: “Weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall! From Hell, he came… ZAYN CCHHRRIISSTT!!!”
The crowd started chanting ‘You Suck!’ as loud as they could, but of course, Zayn did not pay any attention to their jeers and boos. Zayn made his way to the ring and slid under the bottom rope and entered the ring and immediately stood up. He ascended to the top rope and gazed around at the crowd and violently ripped his mask off to show his scowl. The crowd continued to boo as loud as they possibly could, but Zayn’s face was stoic. There was no emotion. There was nothing at all. Zayn hopped down from the top rope and took his coat off and handed it off to someone on the outside as ‘I Am Hell’ died down into the massive roar of the crowd.
POWERS: “And last!”
The sounds of thunder and rain are heard overhead from the speakers, a white flash goes off and flashes of an island during the storm appear on the big screen. “Classical Gas” by Mason Williams begins to play and the island starts getting closer on the screen. Laying in the sand, a treasure chest is seen to be propped open. Another white flash occurs in the building and Xan walks out from behind the curtain.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Wilmington, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Port City Powerhouse”, XAN XXAANNDDEERR!!!”
Flashes of the gold inside the treasure chest are seen on the big screen while Xan starts yelling out his most common phrase, “I’m here to collect the trinkets! I’m here to collect my trinkets!”. He slides into the ring and continues yelling the same phrase as he walks to his corner and awaits the sound of the bell.
JOHNSON: “We’re going to open things tonight with a fatal fourway, featuring some new talents that have signed with 4CW recently.”
VASSA: “Xan Xander debuted at Adrenaline the week before South Beach Brawl against Kat Jones.”
JOHNSON: “Things didn’t quite go in his favor but tonight is a great opportunity to turn things around.”
VASSA: “Our other three wrestlers will be making their 4CW in-ring debuts tonight in this match.”
JOHNSON: “Iscariot XIII, Dirty South, and Zayn Christ all signed with 4CW only a few short weeks ago. This is their first match under 4CW contract.”
VASSA: “We could just consider this match a welcoming party for everyone involved!”
JOHNSON: “You could if you wanted to, yes.”
Now that all four men are in the ring, the official checks in with each corner, getting the okay from everyone. With everyone ready to get things underway, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

As the match officially begins, Xan charges across the ring towards Dirty as Iscariot and Zayn slowly approach one another. Closing in on Dirty in the corner, Xan leaves him with nowhere to escape as he drives his shoulder into him, knocking him backwards against the turnbuckle. Xan then lunges forward with a right, pounding his knuckles against Dirty’s jaw, whipping his head to the side. Following up, Xan then kicks Dirty in the mid-section and finishes off the nasty little combo with a rake to the eyes.
Shooting in on Zayn, Iscariot wraps his leg up, bursting upward and lifting him into the air. Taking a few steps forward with Zayn held up, Iscariot suddenly drops him, planting him into the canvas while driving his shoulder into Zayn’s stomach. Crawling over top of Zayn, Iscariot mounts him and begins throwing violent punches, raining down onto Zayn’s face with closed fists. Planting both hands onto Zayn’s face, Iscariot pushes himself up as he puts all of his weight into it.
Slamming his fist forward, Xan hits Dirty with a straight right punch, followed up with a right to the body and then closing with an uppercut, barely lifting Dirty off his feet as he flies into the corner, crashing hard upon the sudden impact. Locking onto Dirty’s wrist, Xan rips him away from the corner and then whips him to the other side of the ring. With Iscariot and Zayn back on their feet, the two exchange punches until Dirty collides with Zayn, knocking him to the mat and falling on top of him.

VASSA: “Zayn didn’t even see it coming as Dirty hit him in the back like a freight train.”
JOHNSON: “With both men down, that leaves Xan and Iscariot on their feet!”
Charging towards Iscariot, Xan lunges forward with a right hook but misses as Iscariot leans out of the way. With Xan moving forward, Iscariot grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and then throws him face-first into the corner.

Bouncing off the corner and stumbling backwards, Xan falls into Iscariot’s clutches. Spinning Xan around, Iscariot kicks him in the stomach as he faces him, forcing him to lunge over. Lifting Xan onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, Iscariot then lifts him over his head and releases him while dropping to his back. With both legs bent and knees over his chest, Iscariot hits Xan with a double knee gutbuster.
Climbing to their feet, Zayn and Dirty turn to one another and begin exchanging lefts and rights. As the two beat the life out of each other, Iscariot slowly begins pushing himself up. Once on his feet, Iscariot rushes in behind them and hits them both in the back of the head, knocking them to the mat with a double clothesline. Pulling Dirty up to his feet, Iscariot whips him to the far ropes. Walking to the center of the ring, he waits as Dirty comes back on the rebound and then lifts him into the air before planting him back-first in the center of the ring with a sidewalk slam.
Crawling over Dirty and hooking his leg, Iscariot goes for the pin as the official races over for the count.


JOHNSON: “Xan breaks up the pinfall!”
Kicking Iscariot in the back of the head, Xan stops the officials count as he knocks him off of Dirty. Stepping around Dirty, Xan makes his way towards Iscariot but is then hit in the back of the head with an elbow from Zayn. Quickly turning around, Xan leaves himself open as Zayn hits him with another elbow, this time to the jaw. Zayn then goes for a kick to the stomach but to his surprise, Xan catches his foot before contact is made. Pulling Zayn in, Xan lifts him up and brings him back down with an inverted atomic drop. Still on his feet, Zayn takes baby steps backwards as the pain begins to settle in his spine. After taunting Zayn for a moment, Xan takes off to the ropes behind him and comes back quick on the rebound, locking his arm around Zayn’s head and continuing to run forward before jumping up and coming back down, driving Zayn’s face into the canvas with a running bulldog.
VASSA: “Holy Christ Zayn is going to feel that in his face tomorrow morning!”
JOHNSON: “Look! Xan is going for the pin!”
After rolling Zayn over to his back, Xan makes the cover as the official drops down for the count.

VASSA: “Nope!”
Grabbing Xan’s foot, Iscariot drags him off of Zayn, breaking up the officials count.
JOHNSON: “Not even a full two count and Iscariot is there to break up the pin!”
VASSA: “That’s the tricky thing about these matches. There’s always someone around to break up a pin when you think there’s an opportunity to win.”
From behind, Dirty levels Iscariot with a running forearm shot to the back of the head. He then grabs ahold of Iscariot and pulls him up from the mat, wrapping his arms around his waist. Driving Iscariot backwards, Dirty slams him into the corner and unloads with a fury of lefts and rights.
Pushing himself up, Xan looks over at Dirty doing a number on Iscariot and instead of jumping in, he turns his attention to Zayn. He then pulls Zayn to his feet. Out of nowhere, Zayn grabs Xan by the head with both hands and drops down to his knees, pulling Xan’s head down onto the top of his head and hitting him with a jawbreaker. Xan stumbles backwards and hits the ropes, extending both arms and holding himself up.
Pounding Iscariot’s body with lefts and rights, Dirty then ducks down to wrap him up and just as he goes to lift him up to place him on top of the corner, Iscariot grabs him by the head with both hands and pulls it in while thrusting his forward and hitting Dirty with a vicious headbutt.

VASSA: “What the hell is that?!”
Soaring through the air, a familiar bird comes into sight.
JOHNSON: “Wait a second, is that…”
VASSA: “It’s Sleepy! Xan’s bird has come out to join the fight!”
The bird swoops down and begins clawing at Zayn’s face. Meanwhile, Iscariot grabs Dirty by the back of the head with one hand and draws back with the other before swinging forward and smashing his face with a power punch. Spinning Dirty around, Iscariot ducks down and then lifts Dirty onto his shoulders in a seated position.
JOHNSON: “I’ve done a little research on Iscariot and if this is what I think it is, Dirty is in trouble.”
While Iscariot holds Dirty in the air on his shoulders, Xan pushes himself away from the ropes as Sleepy continues clawing at Zayn’s face. Kicking Zayn in the stomach, Xan forces him to lunge over and then double underhooks his arms.
Iscariot then drops Dirty to the mat with a one-handed electric chair driver as Xan lifts Zayn up and drives him into the canvas with a double underhook powerbomb.

JOHNSON: “Damned In Any Language!”
VASSA: “Port City Powerbomb!”
Iscariot then makes the cover on Dirty as Xan covers Zayn. The official drops to the canvas with the count.

VASSA: “This one is over, Xan wins it!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know, I think Iscariot got the count first.”
VASSA: “What the hell are you talking about? There was only one count!”
JOHNSON: “And Iscariot made the cover first.”
VASSA: “No, Xan did!”
Both men stand to their feet victorious. The two seem to think that they have won the match until they turn to face each other standing, acting as the victor. Staring at one another, the two don’t say a word as a few moment pass and they both turn to the official.
JOHNSON: “I don’t know what’s going on here. Both men seem to think they won the match.”
VASSA: “They both made the pin but only one can walk away a winner, unless we restart the match.”
After a long awkward silence, the official then grabs Iscariot’s arm and raises it into the air.
JOHNSON: “Iscariot wins it!”
VASSA: “That’s bullshit! Xan clearly made the cover first!”

Xan then begins yelling at the top of his lungs to the official as Iscariot rips his arm away and walks to the other side of the ring.
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, ISCARIOT XIII!!!”
Laying into the official, Xan argues the call as he grows red in the face from all of the yelling.
JOHNSON: “Well it appears we have a little controversy to start the show off ladies and gentlemen.”
VASSA: “I love controversy! Who doesn’t love a little controversy?”
JOHNSON: “Two pins we made but only one counted, and the other couldn’t disagree more.”
VASSA: “I still think that was a bullshit call. Maybe Jett is right with these accusations against the officials.”
JOHNSON: “While things calm down here at ringside, we’re going to go backstage folks. We’ll be right back!”

We head backstage here at the Tucson Convention Center here in Tucson, Arizona. Different 4CW stars and hot shots can be seen making their way around the backstage area but the camera focuses on two 4CW stars in particular. They happen be Jason P. Davidson who can be seen walking alongside Tara Davidson. Both are dressed in their ring gear and can be seen talking amongst themselves about their matches later tonight. However the two are stopped by Gabriel Hartman who has a microphone in his hand.
HARTMAN: ”Jason and Tara. Do you mind if I get a word with the both of you before your matches tonight?”
JPD: ”Who the hell are you?”
HARTMAN: ”…I’m Gabriel Hartman.”
JPD: ”Yeah that doesn’t ring a bell.”
TARA: ”I think you went and got him shit faced drunk before.”
HARTMAN: ”And left me there with the bill while I was getting my ass kicked!”
Jason grins from ear to ear remembering the instance that they were talking about before placing his arm around Gabriel’s shoulder.
JPD: ”Good times and even better Vodka.”
TARA: ”You better go ahead and ask us whatever you’re planning on asking before he does something stupid.”
Gabriels nods his head up and down in agreement as he raises his microphone into the air.
HARTMAN: ”Later tonight each of you wrestles for the first time in singles matches. We saw what you could do as a team at South Beach Brawl but do you think tonight when you won’t have each other in your corner will the results be any different?”
JPD: ”That’s the thing about us. We’re not just a great tag team but we’re superior wrestlers. Neither one of us is at a disadvantage just because this isn’t a tag team match that we’re competing in. We’ve wrestled against some of the best wrestlers in the world and we’ve proven time and again that the name Davidson is a name to be both feared and respected in this industry.”
TARA: ”It doesn’t matter if it’s Seamus O’Connor or Lyza Reyes. The members of the 4CW roster are in for an uphill climb if they think that getting wins against Jason or myself are going to come easily. We’re not the likes of Nirvana or Drew Stevenson who run away cry every single time that something doesn’t go their way inside of the ring. We came here to dominant and makes no difference if it’s as singles wrestlers or as a tag team. One way or another there will be gold around these waists very soon. If we have to step all over Seamus and Lyza to get there? Then so be it.”
HARTMAN: ”Speaking of tag team it’s no secret that the two of you have been very successful in a promotion in Japan called NJFC. Where the two of you entered a one night tag team tournament against some of 4CW’s finest competitors. I wanted to know…”
Gabriel is interrupted by a hand reaching in and covering the microphone. The camera pans backwards to show the 4CW World Tag Team Champions Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood standing there with their Championship belts proudly displayed over their shoulders.
SAVAGE: ”Did you just say NJFC? Well the last time I checked this was Four Corners Wrestling so I think it’s safe to say no one gives a damn about NJFC!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”And why would they care? The only tag team that matters in professional wrestling today is standing right before your very eyes. That little tournament over in Japan was cute to say the least but it doesn’t compare to being the reigning and defending two time 4CW World Tag Team Champions. We are the best team in the world and the rest just pale in comparison.”
JPD: ”Really? Is that what we’re doing right now? The two of you just waltz right in here during our interview time like neither one of us is standing here?”
SAVAGE: ”No one even knows who the hell either one of you are. You’re not Champions, you’re not relevant, and here in 4CW? You two might as well be cleaning the toilets in the building than worrying about interview time.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”We don’t wait in line for anyone especially not the two of you. We want something then we take it. This show is severely lacking any entertainment value without any real wrestlers like us on the card so why don’t the two of you just run along before Jace and I decide to make sure neither of you make it to your matches later tonight.”
JPD: ”Wait… his name is Jace? Jesus Hollywood, you were so hard up to find someone to carry your ass to a Championship reign that you had to find a bootleg version of me to team with?”
SAVAGE: ”What the hell did you just call me?!”
TARA: ”He just called you a poor man’s Jason P. Davidson but even that is stretching it a bit much. I don’t know what hole you two crawled out of but frankly this whole macho bullshit you have going is simply amusing. You of all people should know better Hollywood since the two of us have made careers out of keeping you away from Championship belts. If I were you? I’d cling to that one I have now for dear life because I would have no problem showing the world how a little girl like me made a big bad man like you her bitch over and over again”
Hollywood reaches out and slaps Tara hard across the face and that’s all it took for the fight to break out. Jason fires a right hand to Hollywood as Tara charges forward and spears Savage down to the floor. Hartman heads for the high road as the two teams continue to try and kill each other in the backstage area. Both things get too out of hand security rushes into the scene and begins to pull the two teams apart as we head back to ringside for our next match


POWERS: “The following extreme rules 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 first, 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.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The lights dim, and ‘Texas’ by the Charlie Daniels Band begins to erupt throughout the arena. As the fans cheer uncontrollably, a large shadow comes out onto the ramp wearing a cowboy hat, black leather duster, and holding a baseball bat in his hand. As a huge explosion of pyro goes off, the name, Harley Reigns can be seen on the big screen.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Brownsville, Texas, weighing in at three hundred twenty eight pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall! He is “The Texas Outlaw”, HARLEY RREEIIGGNNSS!!!”
Now, various scenes from Harley’s long career can be seen. Harley then holds his bat high in the air and begins to swagger down to the ring.
As he enters the ring, he goes to the center of the ring and again holds up his bat for all the fans to cheer him on. He then steps to his corner, removes his entrance attire and waits for the sound of the bell.

VASSA: “Well Harley has come prepared with his own weapon tonight!”
JOHNSON: “We have a couple of trashcans here at ringside full of goodies but some people prefer their own weapon of comfort.”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t exactly phrase that as comfort. That belt look like it can do quite a bit of damage.”
JOHNSON: “I’m sure it can, along with the other various weapons available for use here on the outside of the ring.”
VASSA: “Maybe Luke should have grabbed something before entering the ring. Now he stands across from Harley with nothing but his dick in his hand.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know what you’re looking at Vinny, but he surely doesn’t have his pecker in his hand.”
Holding the bat up with one hand, Harley points it at Luke before mouthing off a few choice words in his direction. The official then yells to grab both men’s attention. Looking to Luke first, the official quickly gets the signal that he’s ready. He then turns to Harley who points the bat at him before nodding his head. With both men ready, the official then throws his hand in the air and calls for the bell.

Before the bell even silences, Luke dips through the ropes and drops down to the outside floor. Looking on in confusion for a short moment, Harley’s eyes light up as he then darts across the ring with the bat in hand. Racing to the nearest trash can, Luke begins grabbing weapons and throwing them over his head, searching for something to his liking. Harley climbs through the ropes and drops to the floor but as he does, Luke it right there with his weapon of choice, a fire extinguisher that he drives into Harley’s mid-section.
VASSA: “Harley should have waited on the inside until after Luke found a weapon to use. He just opened himself up to attack right there.”
JOHNSON: “It wasn’t the smartest way to approach things but then again, Luke seemed to be having difficulties finding a weapon that satisfied his tastes.”
VASSA: “Well it is fuckboy Luke Jones we’re talking about here. That kid is always messing around.”
Luke then slams the fire extinguisher down onto Harley’s foot, smashing it against the floor. As Harley yells out in pain, Luke then reaches out and snatches the baseball bat from his hands and grips onto it rightly with both hands. Slamming it forward, Luke jabs Harley in the ribs with it, forcing him to buckle over to his side. He then raises it above his head with both hand sand swings down with all of his might, cracking Harley across the top of the back with it and knocking him down to all fours.
Luke then drops the bat to the floor and grabs Harley by the head with both hands, slowly pulling him up. Keeping Harley’s head held down, Luke then walks him towards the ringside steps before throwing him forward, head first into the side of them.


Harley drops down to his stomach, holding his head with both hands after leaving a dent in the side of the metal steps. With Harley face down to the floor, Luke begins stomping on his back violently. He then leaps straight into the air and comes down with a double foot stomp right between his shoulder blades. Stepping down onto the floor from Harley’s back, Luke takes his time scanning the area for another weapon to get his hands on. He then makes his way over to the nearby trashcan but before he makes it there, a fan gets his attention at ringside after throwing a drink on him.
JOHNSON: “I think we have a fan at ringside who might not like Luke.”
VASSA: “What made you think that? It wasn’t the bath he just took with that soda, was it?”
Approaching the steel barricade Luke begins mouthing off with the fan. Not backing down, the fan mouths off right back at him. As the two go back and forth, Harley slowly begins pulling himself up from the floor using the steps.
JOHNSON: “Luke better get his head back in the game because Harley is about to be right back in it.”
VASSA: “Harley and this match are the last things on his mind at the moment if you ask me. A fan literally just covered him in soda, of course he’s going to be pissed.”
With Luke occupied, Harley finally makes it up to his feet. Standing back for a moment, Harley watches before shaking his head with a smile on his face, amused at the sight. Scanning the floor, Harley then spots his nearby baseball bat and walks over to it, picking it up from the floor. Turning to Luke, he slowly walks up behind him. Sticking the bat out in front of him, Harley nudges Luke in the back of the shoulder, grabbing his attention. Turning his head to look behind him, Luke catches the end of the baseball bat to the eye.
Holding onto each end of the bat, Harley then holds it across Luke’s face, pulling him in closely. Sliding the bat down his face, Harley then squeezes it tightly against his throat, cutting off his air flow. Pulling up on the bat, Harley lifts Luke off his feet and then drives him head first into the floor with a belly to back suplex. Flipping over to his stomach, Luke holds his head with both hands. Harley then slowly gets back to his feet, taking his time as the fans at ringside cheer on the veteran.

VASSA: “Harley just suplexed Luke with that bat choking him!”
JOHNSON: “It was a violent move and one that Luke appears to be feeling the impact from greatly.”
VASSA: “I don’t know what’s so great about it for him. He’s lucky to even be awake.”
Grabbing Luke by the shoulder, Harley pulls him up to his feet and then locks onto his wrist, whipping him back-first into the barricade. Luke releases a howling grunt as his back crashes against the metal and before he knows it, Harley is charging towards him full speed. Closing in, Harley lifts his foot into the air and drives a big boot into Luke’s chest, lifting him up from his feet but not over the top of the barricade.
Drawing back with his right, Harley then swings forward, connecting with a powerful right hand to the side of the head. He then follows up with a stinging body blow to the ribs from his left hand. Spinning around in a complete circle, Harley then hammers him with a discus punch, whipping Luke’s head to the side, shortly followed by his body. Luke’s arms hang over the top of the barricade holding himself up with his back turned to Harley.
Looking to his right, Harley spots the nearby trash can full of weapons and walks over to it, lifting it up and dumping the items onto the floor. With the trashcan in both hands, he turns his attention back to Luke and slowly makes his way over to him, raising the trashcan high above his head. Swinging down with it, Harley hits Luke across the shoulders.


Raising the trashcan again, Harley swings down, this time even harder than before, crushing it over the top of Luke’s head.

Slamming the trashcan onto the floor, Harley then grabs ahold of Luke and turns him around. Pulling him away from the barricade, Harley lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Taking a few steps back from the barricade and stopping beside the trash can, Harley holds him up for a moment as the fans grow louder and louder in anticipation of what’s to come next. Lifting Luke above his head and swinging his legs to the front of him, Harley then brings him down to the face-first onto the trashcan with a facebuster.

VASSA: “Oh damn that’s all she wrote!”
JOHNSON: “The Texas Twister onto the trashcan!”
VASSA: “Harley is making the cover!”
Rolling Luke over to his back, Harley then crawls over top of him for the cover as the official drops down for the count.

JOHNSON: “And with that Harley Reigns remains undefeated with his second match in 4CW!”
Standing to his feet, Harley looks over the blood thirsty crowd as the official grabs his arm and raises it into the air.

“Texas” then hits the speakers as the crowd erupts in cheers for the veteran.
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin fall, HARLEY RREEIIGGNNSS!!!”

The production cuts backstage as a 4CW camera crew has snuck up on a private conversation between Frankie Morrison and 4CW official, Christopher Salieri. Morrison places a hand on Salieri’s shoulder while their friendly conversation ensues. Suddenly 4CW backstage reporter, Gabriel Hartman, swoops into the picture with the cameraman following directly behind him.
HARTMAN: “Frankie could I get a quick word with you?”
Morrison looks over at Hartman and nods his head. He pulls Christopher Salieri in close and whispers into his ear before sending him on his way. Hartman watches suspiciously as Salieri scurries away, keeping a close eye on the group of people he was leaving behind.
MORRISON: “Go ahead Gabe.”
HARTMAN: “I’d be remiss in my duties as a journalist if I didn’t ask you what that exchange with Christopher Salieri was about.”
Morrison’s head shot up towards the ceiling as he let out an exasperated sigh.
MORRISON: “Am I not allowed to just catch up with an old friend?”
HARTMAN: “No one is saying that. Jett Wilder has already accused the 4CW officials for favoring Madison during his unprecedented streak. Now here you are chumming it up with same referee that officiated the 4CW Pride Championship match that your client successfully retained in, it creates some suspicion. Old friend or not, it gives a little life to Jett’s claim.”
MORRISON: “Jett Wilder. Jett is a lot of things. He is a very talented young athlete. I always thought highly of him during my tenure as 4CW General Manager. But Jett Wilder allows his immaturity to shine more times than not. Like Jett, Christopher Salieri worked here while I was the General Manager. We bumped into each other and I could see that this gratuitous accusation was weighing down on the kid. I simply was just reassuring him that he did a standup job at South Beach Brawl.”
HARTMAN: “That response seems very rehearsed.”
MORRISON: “It’s not. Jett Wilder is grasping at straws because he’s unable to accept the fact that he’s not as great as he likes to claim. Unfortunately there are people in this business, much like yourself, that are starting to believe these allegations. One day down the road, Jett may be one of the best in this industry, but before he can get to that level he’s got to learn a lesson in humility.”
Frankie Morrison and Gabriel Hartman’s attention is drawn offscreen by a slow and sarcastic clap. Erron Wilder slowly approaches with a smirk on his face, a mischievous glint shooting off his blue eyes.
WILDER: “You know something, Frankie? People shouldn’t be looking back when they’re running – especially when it’s in a hot streak like Madison because they can lose sight of where they’re going. They can ignore what’s in front of them, and inevitably run into something/someone they should be avoiding. The kind that leaves them searching the canvas desperately for their teeth like if it were Easter eggs.”
Morrison, dumbfounded by his words, stares at the antsy Wilder with a blank stare.
MORRISON: “Erron, I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re rambling about.”
WILDER: “Of course you do. You’re too caught up with the tantrum of a child, realizing the three times little boy Jett has come around are the same amount of times he’s been knocked down. But among the many fascinating things that Chris Madison can do, there are other things that we know – and you know – that he can’t do.”
Erron brings his left fist inside its right companion, drumming over his knuckles with the swagger of a man that has been roughened up by hell and still walks like if nothing ever hurt him.
WILDER: “Like say, pin me down; beat me down; make me fear him to a point I don’t want anymore of him. If I’m honest, Madison must be afraid of me. His hand shakes, his finger jammed on the trigger, and he just doesn’t have it in him to shoot me right in the head and put me down like everyone else.”
Frankie chuckled as Gabriel Hartman kept the mic still in between the two men, making sure to catch every single word.
MORRISON: “You must have some kind of death wish. Chris doesn’t fear anyone. He operates solely on his desire to find that next great fight. You’re right; he hasn’t pinned you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not capable. He is in the midst of a streak that will live in 4CW lure for years to come; a streak amassed on the backs of some of the greats to compete in that ring. You think you’re the one? Well I hate to break it to you, so has everyone else that he’s laid out over the last nine months. You’ll get your chance to put your little theory to test tonight in the main event.”
Erron bobs his head up and down, a subtle smile stretching across his cheek as his stare remains glued at Morrison.
WILDER: “That’ll be suffice. You see, it takes time to build an empire that everyone marvels at as the single greatest thing, but the humor of it? It only takes seconds to burn it down, Frankie. And seconds, three cruel seconds, is all I really need to take it all away from Madison. Maybe it seems like I have death-wish, maybe I do think I’m the one – but just maybe, your boy’s search for the next great fight might be his last.”
MADISON: “My last fight?”
Chris Madison appeared suddenly behind Erron Wilder. Already dressed to compete with his 4CW Pride Championship draped over his shoulder, he looked Erron up and down after drawing everyone’s attention.
MADISON: “Over my sixteen year career there have been a lot of guys to make the same empty threat.”
Erron scoffed with a half-hearted cough, turning around and walking right up to Madison’s face so that his breaths clouted him.
WILDER: “Well, lucky for you and your sixteen year career, tough guy, you’re looking at one [threat] that isn’t empty.”
A grin swept over Wilder, his mere gallant and cocky facial expressions tickling at Madison’s mood as he stares him down.
WILDER: “In fact, last time you and I stood this close, I had you eating out of my hands. You couldn’t do anything but take it.”
Madison takes a step forward, moving nearly nose to nose with Erron. Neither man bats an eye. Madison extends his arm passed Erron, handing the 4CW Pride Championship to his manager, Frankie Morrison. Frankie takes the title and takes a few steps back.
MORRISON: “Gabe, you may want to get yourself out of the way.”
Hartman looks over at Madison and Wilder and quickly back peddles out of the picture.
MADISON: “If you’re that confident let’s not wait till the main event.”
WILDER: “If you’re that eager to die, try me.”
Madison bites down on his bottom lip before throwing his head forward, hitting Wilder with a surprise headbutt right between the eyes. Wilder stumbles backwards, momentarily dazed. He shakes out the cobwebs and launches himself forward at the 4CW Pride Champion, jumping into the air and hitting him with a stiff forearm shot. Madison takes the blow right on the chin and backs up a few steps. Wilder and Madison each grab one another with their left hands and begin simultaneously pummeling each other with a flurry of right hands. Neither competitor gains an inch with the exchange. Madison reaches up with his right hand and grabs Wilder with a Muay Thai clinch. While forcing Wilder’s head down, Madison drives his knees upwards, catching him on the chest and forearms as Erron tries his best to block every strike. Madison releases the clinch and quickly leaps up with a flying knee but Wilder manages to sidestep, avoiding any contact. Wilder steps forward and kicks his leg up between Madison’s, hitting a low blow. Madison doubles over in pain as Wilder shoots in on zMadison, driving his shoulder into Madison’s gut while lifting him by both of his legs. While in the air Madison unsuccessfully tries to break free by clubbing Wilder between the shoulderblades. Wilder drives Madison forward towards the concrete wall as Madison reaches down with his arms and locks in a tight front face lock. He squeezes tight on the guillotine choke forcing Wilder to stumble, crashing head first into the concrete wall. Madison instantly releases rolling Wilder over onto his back. Wilder gazes towards the ceiling, his eyes wide open but unresponsive as backstage personnel swarms in to separate the two. Madison backs away with his hands up with Security barking at him. The referees and talent agents that are attending to Erron quickly call out for medical as Madison and Morrison back away.
MADISON: “You asked for this!”
After shouting at the fallen Erron Wilder, Madison continues backing his way down the corridor as the production feed cuts away from the scene.

The picture transitions back to ringside. Overlooking the Tucson crowd, the house is packed as the fans anxiously await for the show to continue.
JOHNSON: ”With only two matches down, the night is still young ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: ”It feels good to be back in our home territory. It all started here in the South-West and the fans are glad to see us back too.”
JOHNSON: ”I haven’t seen any official numbers for tickets sold but looking over the crowd, I don’t see an empty seat anywhere.”
VASSA: ”To be fair, your eyes aren’t the freshest old man. I’m sure there’s a few empty seats in the house tonight. No way the bathrooms are completely empty right now.”
JOHNSON: ”You think you’re funny?”
VASSA: ”I know I’m funny! That’s why I’m here at ringside with you, to keep the fans from falling asleep listening to your bedtime stories.”
JOHNSON: ”That’s one way of putting it.”
VASSA: ”I;m sorry, did I off-”
JOHNSON: ”Alright folks, before we jump into our next match of the evening, I’ve been informed that management would like to occupy the ring for a bit to address a thing or two.”
VASSA: ”Right on queue, Steve…”
Walking out from the back and through the curtain, Perry Wallace steps out onto the stage with the lovely, Kaysie Sherell. Standing at the top of the stage, the two look to one another before proceeding down the ramp and towards the ring.
JOHNSON: ”On his way to the ring we have 4CW Owner and CEO, Perry Wallace.”
VASSA: ”I can almost guarantee that no one is looking at him right now. Walking hand and hand with him we have 4CW Executive Assistant and Head of Perry Relations, Kaysie Sherell.”
JOHNSON: ”These two have been quite the talk of the town as of late.”
VASSA: ”And look at that, there isn’t an entire team of security following behind them, just Oswald Pinkman but he stopped at the top of the ramp.”
JOHNSON: ”You could say that these two have taken a stand and are taking back 4CW.”
VASSA: ”You could, but that just sounds foolish. The inmates are running the asylum!”
Walking up the ringside steps, Wallace holds Kaysie’s hand, helping her up to the apron. Stepping onto the bottom rope, Wallace grabs ahold of the middle rope and pulls it up. Kaysie then bends over and steps through the ropes. As she enters the ring, Wallace keeps his eyes locked on her backside before following behind and entering the ring himself. Standing together in the center of the ring, the two talk amongst themselves for a moment. Pulling out a microphone from his coat pocket, Wallace holds it between them, still talking for a moment before turning it on. Kaysie gives him the nod and with a smile on his face, Wallace then turns to the crowd and turns the mic on before raising it to his mouth.
WALLACE: ”Well if it isn’t good to be back home!”
The Tucson crowd bursts into cheers as Wallace scans the entire building, admiring the fact that nearly every seat in the house has been filled.
WALLACE: ”Just two weeks ago we were in the beautiful city of Miami for South Beach Brawl. It was a hell of a night but like all good things, it came to an end. We saw new champions being crowned, other champions defending what is theirs, and some people just doing what they do best and putting on a great show for each and every one of you. We’ve been going at it for nearly two and a half years now. We started off as a small regional promotion right here in the South-West United States. Over time, we have grown into an international wrestling promotion, covering North America with a huge fan-base, thanks to you all. Over the course of our two and a half years, we have seen 4CW grow and evolve from what it was, adapting to new things to become something bigger than what it was before.”
Pausing for a moment, Wallace continues to look over the crowd before turning back to Kaysie for a short moment. The two lock eyes but nothing is said. Wallace then turns back to the crowd and raises the mic once more.
WALLACE: ”One thing that has constantly been evolving is the XTV Championship. Wait a second, before you decide to come out here Cashe, just sit tight and listen to what I have to say. The XTV first started out as the Extreme Television Championship, being defended at EVERY show in an extreme setting. Eventually it changed into the Extreme Championship, dropping the television stipulation. So a year went by, more than a year in fact and we saw the Extreme Championship transition into the XTV Championship, being defended every other show. Sure, that was more of a play on my end because Cashe was the champ at the time and we all know that the two of us just don’t see eye to eye, never have and probably never will.”
”Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe!”

WALLACE: ”Look at you people trying to stir shit up. I’m not out here to talk badly about Cashe. I can do that any other time. I’m out here to discuss something serious, a vision I have for the XTV division to evolve yet again. We’re all accustomed to how these Extreme Rules matches are set up. Before the people involved make their entrance, we have trash cans of weapons placed at ringside for them to use. I say we just do away with that all together, save the big gimmick stuff for big-boy matches that actually have some build to them. Not everyone who walks through those doors are interested in competing in a match filled with weapons, putting their lives on the line each and every time they step inside of these ropes. I want to see people use the environment as a weapon. I want to see people use themselves as a weapon. Anyone can pick up a chair and crack it over someone’s head, believe me, I’ve taken a couple chair shots in my time.”
”Un-Sta-Ble! … Un-Sta-Ble! … Un-Sta-Ble! … Un-Sta-Ble! … Un-Sta-Ble! … Un-Sta-Ble!”

WALLACE: ”The point I’m getting to is that you don’t necessarily have to have a weapon in your hand to be violent in that ring. I want to open the doors to a broader selection of people who want to compete in this division. In two weeks we will see a shift in the XTV Division. It will no longer be about how many weapons we can place at ringside, but more so a No Holds Barred setting where anything goes. I’m talking no count-outs, no rope breaks, anything in the area can and will be used at your pleasure. If you want to use a weapon, then bring one with you but don’t wait to look at ringside for one because you’ll be disappointed when you realize that they’ve all been left in the truck. The days of playing with toys in the ring are long gone. It’s time to re-invent this division as someone once said not so long ago.”
”Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe! … Ja-son Cashe!”

WALLACE: ”There you go again, trying to start something when I’m actually giving the man props. I’m not always an asshole and I respect what the man has set out to do with this division. Not many people sign up for the division the way it is now. This change will turn it into a primal instinct division where you have to fight for your life. It’s kill or be killed and as corny as it sounds, only the strong will survive. If you want to make a name for yourself quick in this company, step into the newly re-designed XTV division and show the world what you’re made of. No holds barred has a nice ring to it. Hell, if you want, you can come out here and wrestle as you would in any normal match, go against the odds and see if you can prevail. Too many people look at an extreme or hardcore division and think it’s only about using weapons and I absolutely agree with them. We’re not children, so why are we playing with toys? It’s time for the XTV Division to evolve into something more, something more violent and aggressive… and it all starts in two weeks with Jason Cashe’s first XTV defense under his new reign. Hell, we could even see him or whoever walks away with the championship defend the following show instead of two shows later.”
Wallace then lowers the mic from his mouth and backs up to the center of the ring until standing beside Kaysie. Turning his head, he look at Kaysie who stands quiet, showing her support.
WALLACE: ”Anything you’d like to say, my queen?”
Extending his arm, he holds the mic in front of her and looks down at it before nodding. Kaysie looks at him with a serious expression on her face.
SHERELL: ”That’s all well and good, but I’m not out here to discuss that matter. I’m out here to make sure that a little troll gets exactly what he has coming to him.”
With the mic back in his possession, Wallace shrugs his shoulders with a grin on his face.
WALLACE: ”Okay, We’ll get to that soon enough. There are a couple of other matters that I would like to discuss but I won’t take up too much of your time. I’ll start with this smaller announcement as a nice break between the one I just made and the one I will make after this. We’ve been signed exclusively with HBO for quite sometime. Not many people are aware of this but our contract with them is just about to run out and as of right now, we have decided to NOT re-sign and explore other options. As I mentioned before, 4CW has grown substantially over the years. We now have a footprint in Canada with plans to one day travel to other markets outside of the United States. So we’ve been in contact with a few networks over the last month or two. We feel that there may be a need to change how our product is presented for you, the fans. We have also learned that there are quite a few places outside of North America that want to see our product on their televisions and not over the internet. I can’t really say too much at the moment, but we have been working diligently to provide our product to a broader audience to the best of our capabilities and one day in the near future, secure an international broadcasting deal of sorts.”
Lowering the mic, Wallace slowly walks from one side of the ring to the other, giving it a moment or two for the news to sink in with those listening. Stopping at the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, he looks over the crowd momentarily before backing up and standing side by side with Kaysie.
WALLACE: ”So there’s that, just a little something of things to come in the future. Now before we bring our special guest out here, I would like to discuss one final thing as we are now on our way to Ante Up, the big-boy show. I know a lot of you remember the type of match we saw the 4CW Championship in last year. It was a one of a kind, something never done anywhere else but right here in 4 Corners Wrestling. I like to think that we have traditions within this company. We’ve seen things such as the Fright Night Warzone and Caged Ladder Matches, but I think the type of match we saw at last years event is something that we can add to that list, making 4CW what is has become today. So right here, right now, I am officially announcing that at Ante Up, the 4CW Championship will be on the line in a Fourway Sixty Minute Ironman Match!”
The crowd bursts into cheers at the big announcement made in the ring. Looking over the crowd at each side of the ring, a huge smile comes to Wallace’s face.
WALLACE: ”So that gives us three people who will challenge the reigning champion, Dakota Smith! Who will those people be? Your guess is as good as mine. We’re not going to hand select individuals. Just like last year, multiple people will be given the opportunity, but only a few will actually earn the right to challenge for 4CW’s most prestigious championship, the grandest of all! In two weeks, we could in fact see our first step taken towards awarding those individuals. I remember the stiff competition we had last year. You all remember the stiff competition we had last year. I can promise you right now that the level of competition in this match will be nothing less than top of the line. It’s goddamn Ante Up after all! We could see long time mainstays, or we could see newcomers who cashed in on their opportunity. As cliche as it may sound, the possibilities are endless. And with that, I think we can finally get to more pressing matters that need direct attention.”
Wallace then turns to Kaysie who nods in his direction, as this is the moment she’s been waiting for this entire time.
WALLACE: ”Babe, I know this is what you’ve been waiting for. Is there anything you want to say before we get to the main point of our little visit tonight, anything at all?”
SHERELL: ”That is all great, trust me. I’m excited to see four individuals beat the hell out of each other for the 4CW Championship at Ante Up, but let’s get down to business.”
And with that, Wallace takes the mic once more as he winks at Kaysie before addressing the crowd.
WALLACE: ”So now that the important announcements are out of the way, I’d like to address another situation that has been quite a topic as of late. South Beach Brawl has come and gone, but what’s been left behind now has been nothing but nonsense. We all saw the claims from a certain individual that the officiating is corrupt and biased in this company. Those allegations have also been thrown in my direction. If it wasn’t for this woman standing beside me now those accusations could very well be true, but they’re not. As your king and queen of 4CW, we can guarantee each and every one of you that the filth spewed on social media over the last two weeks has been nothing but complete and utter bullshit. Ain’t that right, ba– I mean isn’t that right, Kaysie?”
SHERELL: ”That is absolutely correct, those allegations were made with malice. That individual who decided to make such blasphemous claims needed a scapegoat. He needed those claims to make his loss anything but that, a loss. Now, I will not stand here and have this company accused of bias, because we are going to talk about this issue, openly and right here, in Tucson, Arizona.”
WALLACE: ”So with that said, I would like to invite a certain person out here tonight, someone who I know for a fact is in the building despite arguing over contracts and false claims. Please give it up for the F.A.G. himself, the Future Amazing Great… JETT WILDER!!!”
“Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the from comes at first Carmella Wilder though she gets a few whistles, it turns to boos quickly when it appears that Jett may not be showing up. Moment goes by before Jett Wilder storms out from the back walking towards the ring, wearing shorts and a tank top with the new Yeezy’s. He embraces the rather harsh reaction given the harsh accusations thrown at him by the boss. Jett enters the ring, looking across at his Boss Perry with Kaysie. Not seeming intimidated in the least as Carmella joins them in the ring as well, handing her son the microphone she had grabbed that he walked past. He stops and looks out at the crowd, letting them simmer down a bit. He seems about ready to speak when he instead hands the mic over to his mother to do the talking instead.
C. WILDER: ”Trying to say that my son is anything but throwing out FACTS around is an absolute lie on your part. My son only stated that the referee’s had been making countless errors in his matches costing him his Pride Championship not once but multiple times. We have gone back and studied the tapes countless times and this past week we have it counted out very clearly using an officially certified counter. That the count that was called only a two, was actually three seconds and three milliseconds long. While the count out that should have occurred back in Jett and Madison’s original two out of three falls match was counted out by that same officially certified counter at well over fourteen seconds. These are two errors made that helped Madison take my son’s belt and cost him both his reign and money in the process.”
Jett stands behind his mother nodding his head in agreement, clearly feeling her more capable of explaining the situation. Perry and Kaysie both do not seem impressed by the Wilder’s statement’s so far.
C. WILDER: ”These mistakes helped assist a member of a team in Unstable who for months now have been making a mockery out of the entire staff here in 4CW. They have run rampant, allowed to do nearly anything they want. These same people have pushed you around Perry and clearly they have gotten to the referee’s because how do these issues continue to come up. If they have made you bend, how do we know that the referee’s are not working in fear as well? We simply don’t. So either these referee’s are unqualified or being swindled, because these errors continue to pile up. Not to mention my son signed a FATAL FOUR WAY contract. And on the day of the match Chris Madison was allowed to attack Austin and change that match to a triple threat, we NEVER signed a contract. Therefore that match was not a sanctioned match, which you let happen Perry. We voiced our opinions and with my son’s contract now up we were able to voice our opinions. And that’s what we did.”
Jett claps his hands feeling his mother summed it up perfectly. Thinking to himself, Wallace looks at the two standing across from him, biting the inside of his cheek. Silence fills the ring momentarily before he turns to Kaysie only to snap his head back in the direction of Jett and Carmella.
WALLACE: ”I would love to meet this ‘officially certified counter.’ I don’t know where he, or her, came up with these counts but I can promise you that this is outrageous and bullsh– ”
Before Wallace can even finish his sentence, Kaysie snatches the microphone from his hand.
SHERELL: ”Let me tell you something Carmella, before you open your mouth again, I suggest you let your client speak.While there may have been a slight error in the officiating of the contest, you will not speak about OUR referees like that. You will not even speak of this company in that negative light. This company is what puts money in your pockets. This is the company that made the fag exactly what he says. Now, you two can continue to unleash your unwarranted onslaught on this company, or we can put this entire thing behind us. If you want to get on with Jett’s future in Four Corners Wrestling, then I suggest we get down to brass tacks…”
Suddenly, Kaysie walks out of the center of the ring and brushes past Jett and Carmella, and sits down on the middle rope.
SHERELL: ”If not, you can get the fuck out of OUR ring!”
Carmella is too late to cover the ears of Jett when Kaysie’s language gets out of line. Seeming annoyed by her Jett takes the microphone from his mother, turning his back to Sherell to speak with Perry now.
J. WILDER: ”Tell her to watch her language, Perry. There is no reason that we can’t handle this. We all saw the errors that cost me MY BELT! I should have beaten Chris it’s not fair. And I am sure that Unstable, has done this a lot in the past. We have our counter guy looking back in their past matches as we speak. But you and I both agree on one thing…Unstable is the problem. And I never said that you were corrupt Perry, I said that I think Unstable is! How many times have they attacked you in the past? How many times have they bullied me, or bullied you? We are both victims of them. And I just want to know that Unstable is not running things around here, like it appears they are. I have never had issues with you Mr. Wallace, I know I lash out sometimes. But you were my first Boss, and I have always considered you well…like a father figure to me.”
Jett looks at Perry, the fans seeming to be in disgust at the moment as Jett looks at him.
J. WILDER: ”And that’s why I don’t want to have to leave because of these Unstable issues.”
A warm feeling comes over Perry from the words Jett had just said. Slowly nodding in agreement he appears to be touched in fact.
WALLACE: ”Wow Jett, really? I never realized that you looked up to me like that. Unstable has pushed us both around, but I can guarantee you that they DO NOT call the shots around here. The days of Unstable throwing their weight around here are long gone. I just wish that you would have come to me about this sooner.”
Kaysie stands up from the her seated position on the ropes. She brushes past Jett and Carmella once again, and stands near Perry. Looking at the Wilder duo, she lets out a soft chuckle.
SHERELL: ”While I think we can all agree that Unstable is a problem, it’s not one that we necessarily worry about at this moment. Jett, I’d appreciate if you’d stop trying to butter up my boyfriend, you know you’re lying through your teeth. I’m sure looking at your mother, you never had a male role model. The fact remains that you two couldn’t help but to call some bias. It’s sad really, I expected more from you people.”
WALLACE: ”She does make a very, very good point. There were some pretty harsh comments made over the last couple of weeks. All you had to do was come to us with any concerns and it would have been addressed, but no, you decided to make a big scene out of it. Why Jett?”
Jett looks down at the ground somberly, as Carmella stands in the corner not seeming too fond of Kaysie at all.
J. WILDER: ”I used to come talk with you about everything. When I ran up that huge room service bill? Who did I call? You Mr. Wallace. But lately it’s just that, you have changed. You are not as approachable and you never called to say hi, almost like you were distracted with someone else. So I didn’t think you cared about my issues any more, I’m sorry Mr. Wallace.”
Jett makes it clear who he thinks the one that drove the wedge in between them was, as he looks at the ground sadness in his voice.
SHERELL: ”I am so sorry Elroy Jettson, I didn’t realize I stole your boyfriend! Now, F.A.G, let me tell you something, I haven’t changed Perry’s relationship with anyone. I’m sorry that you couldn’t…handle someone having a girlfriend. I get it, that’s a foreign concept for you, but Perry is a busy man. I thought your mother would have taught you about this, we know she’s very… seasoned.”
Kaysie snuggles up to Perry as she tilts her head and smiles at the Wilder’s clan
SHERELL: ”This isn’t meant to be an intervention Jett, say you’re staying, and we move on. Now, if you stay, you’ll get your due soon. If not, why are we wasting our time?”
J. WILDER: ”I will discuss re-signing but not out here and I want it to be with just Perry and I. He is my first boss and he is the one I trust to work out this extension. What do you say, Mr. Wallace?”
Jett gives him his best puppy dog eyes, holding out his hand for a shake. Looking down at Jett’s hand, Wallace hesitates for a moment before looking in the other direction at Kaysie by his side. He thinks to himself for a long moment before slowly extending his hand.
WALLACE: ”Whatever you have to discuss with me, you can discuss with her as well. Just like I’m sure whatever we discuss with you, Carmella will be right there. I want to get this whole matter sorted right here. You want the spotlight, well here it is. The lights are on you. Are you going to dismiss these allegations and stay right here where you belong, or are you going to continue spitting in not only my face, but this lovely woman’s beside me?”
J. WILDER: ”I do not dismiss that there were errors made by the referee. We have timed them out, they were bad calls. However I will never not come to you with these issues in the future Mr. Wallace.”
Looking back to Kaysie, Wallace slightly shrugs his shoulder.
WALLACE: ”What do you think, First Lady 4CW?”
SHERELL: ”You’re going to NEVER speak of the referee error again! You are going to do us all the favor of being quiet. However, I will be there during your negotiation. You’re not going to tug on this sweet man’s heartstrings. If your mother is going to be there, so will I.”
Carmella glares at Kaysie, the two both business woman which means they were bound to clash.
J. WILDER: ”I will never bring up the referee’s mistakes, in public ever again. As for this negotiation I think it is only fair that I be paid like a top star and due to these issues that we are not allowed to speak about…That cost me my belt and thus my champion’s pay raise I deserved. I believe I should be paid like the F.A.G. I am and like a champion. I know you’re a great dad Perry, and that’s why eventually you have to raise my allowance.”
WALLACE: ”Wait a second. Just the other day you were asking for a certain someone to be thrown in your contract as if this is some sort of human trafficking ring. Which is it? You want the girl or do you want to get paid?”
J. WILDER: ”I am going on a date with her already. So I want the money, my mom knows more about that stuff. If you want to talk to her.”
WALLACE: ”So check it out. How about tomorrow, you two have lunch with the two of us, and let’s see if we can hash this thing out once and for all. Does that work for you? We can even go to Chuck E. Cheese, because I doubt your mother would let us settle this business at an adult entertainment establishment.”
Jett looks back at his mother unsure what that kind of an establishment even is. Carmella steps forward taking the microphone as Jett steps back.
C. WILDER: ”We will meet at Chuck E. Cheese and discuss the terms. Ok?”
Carmella glares over at Kaysie then back at Perry, looking ready to get out of there.
WALLACE: ”Let’s settle this tomorrow. That good with you, Kaysie?”
Kaysie takes hold of the microphone with a devious smirk on her face.
SHERELL: ”Let me go ahead and sweeten the deal for you Jett. Since I already know that you will re-sign, why waste time? Let’s go ahead and make one thing official. At our next Adrenaline, you will be in the first qualifying match for the fatal-four-way sixty-minute ironman match for Ante Up, see you tomorrow Jetty!”
Suddenly, the sounds of “The World Belongs to Me” by My Darkest Days hits the PA system as Kaysie begins to head out of the ring, shortly followed by Wallace who always seems to walk behind her for some reason, and the scene fades.

Arriving late to the building, Jason Cashe has his duffle bag hanging over his shoulder as he comes through the doors to enter the backstage area. Looking around, he nods to a few people he recognizes as 4CW crew members. The XTV Championship (and GPC Tag Title?) is attached to the Duffle Bag as Cashe turns a corner looking for his assigned locker room.
CASHE: “Room 11… Let’s see, that’s 7… 8… 9… 10… Elev–“
As he reaches the room with “11” on the door, a voice fills the hallway with excitement in her voice.
Turning towards the voice, from around a corner behind where he was facing comes Psyche Devyne. A smile on her face, eyes brightly smiling as well as she leaps at him. Letting his duffle bag fall to the ground, the XTV Title clinks against the waxed floors. He catches her with as she plows into him with a tightening hug.
CASHE: “Heh I guess asking if you missed me is pointless huh?”
Pushing off him, her face changes from happy to offended as she shoves him playfully.
PSYCHE: “You didn’t miss me too?”
CASHE: “Oh most definitely my Lady! That smile, those eyes? That smell? Uggghhh! And let’s not even get started on that Ass!!”
She shoves him again, laughing as she lets herself fall into his arms again. Kissing her against the side of her head, Psyche pops up with another question.
PSYCHE: “I already told my Mum we were coming. When do we leave?”
CASHE: “After tonight’s show. Like RIGHT after! I have a private plane waiting for us. Gotta get out of the states before certain Legal Troubles find me.”
Psyche shaking her head, knowing he meant the assault on Darryl. She hadn’t been there but she sure as hell gave him an Cashe grabs his duffel bag from the ground and the two head into his locker room.
CASHE: “So how much did you miss me exactly? I ask cause we have some time to kill…”
The door shuts as the number “11” zooms in centered into the camera.


A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage. She’s caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and “In Distress” by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play.
“I’m something out this world, nothing like the rest
Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best
Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect
Since it’s so rare so there’s a whole land left in distress.”

POWERS: “Originating from the coordinates of 40.7500° North, and 73.8667° West, it is none other than Lyza Reyes!”
Lyza Reyes walks down the aisle in her gear consisting of a black and gold sequined hoodie, black shorts, and black lace up boots. She tags a few hands of spectators along the way, before entering the ring. The music fades as she does a last second warm up.
“Blood, blood, blood
Pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth
I’m not that easy”

As the sound of “Blood” by In This Moment fills the inside of the arena, the lights are dimmed down, leaving only a bright spotlight which shines upon the curtains as a lone female figure pushes them open stepping out to the jeers and catcalls of the crowd. Tara Davidson places her hands upon her hips as a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth while she soaks in the reaction of the crowd. She tosses her hair back behind her shoulders before she begins to walk towards the ring with the crowd still clammoring to be heard above the pounding music.
POWERS: “”Hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, four inches tall. She is ‘The Red Queen’… TARA DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
“Blood, blood, blood
Pump mud through my veins
I’m a dirty, dirty girl
I want it filthy”

Tara approaches closer towards the ring and swiftly jumps up onto the apron as she kneels down upon one knee. She keeps one hand upon the middle rope as she looks out towards the crowd blowing them some kisses before slipping in between of the ropes with ease. Once inside of the ring, she walks towards the middle and flips her hair back one more time as the lights come back on before the music fades out leaving just the jeers of the crowd to fill the inside of the arena.

As the bell rings, Tara and Lyza quickly circle each other. Quickly, the two women lock up. Tara gets the early advantage, overpowering Lyza. Suddenly, Tara pushes Lyza back sending her down to the mat. As Lyza rolls from her back to her feet, Lyza rushes her. Lyza lands a rough shin kick to Tara. Reaching down, Tara tries to protect her left shin. Reyes then quickly rushes Davidson with a shin kick to the opposite side. Then, Lyza backs away and jumps into the air taking Tara down with an impressive dropkick!
JOHNSON: ”What a beautiful textbook drop kick from Lyza!”
VASSA: ”I guess you could say she landed those coordinates perfectly!”
Lyza rushes back to her feet and stands up near the ropes. As Tara Davidson begins to get up from the mat, Lyza runs towards her. As Lyza attempts a clothesline, Tara ducks under the clothesline attempt. When Lyza turns back around, she is quickly lifted up by her opponent she then drops down with a tilt-a-whirl slam. As Lyza lays with her back on the mat, Tara quickly pops up from the mat. As she looks down at Lyza, a smirk comes over her face as she surveys her handiwork.
VASSA: ”That confidence is simply radiating off of Tara!”
JOHNSON: ”She shouldn’t get too confident, Lyza is one tough customer.”
As Lyza slowly begins to get up from the mat, Tara swiftly kicks Lyza in the side. The kick sends Lyza back down to the mat. Tara reaches down and takes a large heap of Lyza’s hair. As she pulls up from the mat, Lyza quickly takes advantage. She elbows Tara in the face causing her to let go of her long locks. Lyza quickly spins around and jumps up catching Tara in the face with a flying knee. Davidson rocks back as Lyza continues her onslaught. She then takes down Tara with a clothesline. Tara raises her way back from the mat, she is taken down with another clothesline from Reyes. When she is back up to her feet once again, she then kicks her in the stomach. She then places her head under Tara’s head, then holding onto her head she drops down. The jawbreaker sends Tara down to the mat, and Lyza quickly attempts to capitalize with a cover.

JOHNSON: ”Definitely too early to get a pinfall on someone like Tara!”
VASSA: ”But it doesn’t hurt to try!”
Tara quickly powers out of the pin fall attempt. Lyza is quickly back up to the mat. As Tara is back shortly thereafter, she then grabs hold of Tara’s hair taking her down with a face buster. Tara is face down on the mat. As Lyza stands up from the mat, she runs towards the ropes, and comes back landing a leg drop on the back of Tara’s neck. Lyza then rolls Tara onto her back and goes for the cover once more.

VASSA: ”Close, but no cigar!”
JOHNSON: ”This has definitely been one intense match up. I don’t think that we would all be opposed to a rematch when this is over.”
Tara then shoots her shoulder up from the mat once again. Lyza stands up from the mat, looking on as she awaits Tara’s ascension to her feet. As Tara makes her way back up to her vertical base, Lyza backs up once again. She runs back towards her opponent, but is taken down by a vicious clothesline from Tara. As Lyza is down on the mat, Tara quickly reaches down and aggressively picks her up from the mat by the hair. Tara then quickly places her arms around Lyza’s neck and swings out taking her down with a swinging neckbreaker! Not letting up on her offense, Tara places her legs around Lyza’s neck with a figure-four necklock.
JOHNSON: ”That is an absolutely beautiful figure-four neck lock. You can almost be certain that Lyza is in some serious pain.”
VASSA: ”Gee, I wonder what gave that away.”
As Lyza winces in pain, Tara wrenches on the hold that she has executed on her opponent. As the fans are firmly behind Lyza, she begins to attempt to rally out of the hold. As Lyza begins to pull her opponents legs away from her neck. Suddenly, as the fans continue to cheer, Tara beats on Lyza’s chest in an attempt to stop her from breaking the hold. Suddenly, Lyza is able to shift her momentum to break the hold!

JOHNSON: ”Beautiful reversal by Lyza!”
Tara quickly stands up from the mat, quickly coming up behind her. Tara then lands a knee to the gut of Lyza to take her into a bended position. Davidson then steps behind her opponent. Wrapping her right arm over her opponent, she sets Lyza up from a forward Russian leg sweep. Suddenly, Lyza spins out of the position. She wraps her arms around the waist of Tara and picks her up and slams her down with a bridging German suplex! Laroy Jones is quickly down on the mat and begins the count.


VASSA: ”Well, I thought Tara was dead there, I guess not!”
JOHNSON: ”Never underestimate the tenacity of Tara Davidson, Vassa.”
Tara rolls out of the pinning predicament, and Lyza seemingly cannot believe it. Lyza then gets up from the mat, and awaits Tara. When Tara gets up from the mat, Lyza rushes towards her opponent once again. Tara is prepared as she takes Lyza down with a vicious roundhouse kick! Lyza lays on the mat with her arms sprawled out on the mat. Tara then pulls Reyes up from the mat, and pulls Lyza into a bent position. Then, Tara takes down Lyza with her own version of a face buster, the Face Lift! As Lyza is on the mat, Tara quickly rolls Lyza over, and covers her. Laroy quickly slides down to the mat to make the count.
JOHNSON: ”That was a beautiful face buster!”

Lyza shoots her shoulder up at the last second. Tara stands up from the mat, and is seemingly shocked by the fact that she couldn’t put Lyza away. As Tara begins to argue with the referee, Lyza begins to get up from the mat. Before Reyes is able to get some kind of advantage, Tara turns around a blasts Lyza in the face with a fierce shot. Then, Lyza returns the favor with a vicious shot of her own! As both women begin to trade blows with each other. Going shot for shot, Tara eventually gets the advantage by providing a vile eye rake to Lyza. As Lyza rocks back and covers her eyes, she falls down to her knees. Tara then backs away and then runs at full force towards Lyza. Then, she takes Lyza down to the mat with a vicious shinning wizard! As Tara quickly goes down to the mat, she flips Lyza over and goes for the cover once again. As Laroy Jones goes down the mat, he quickly stars his count.

VASSA: ”What is it going to take to finally put Lyza down!”
JOHNSON: ”This has been one amazing match up!”
Lyza shoots her shoulder of the mat, Tara looks on with sheer disbelief. Tara stands up from the mat, but does not immediately begin to argue with the referee. As she waits for Lyza to stand up to her feet, Tara prepares for something big. When Lyza is nearly up to her feet, Tara runs over towards the ropes. Then, she prepares to hit her signature scissors kick, the goodnight kiss. Suddenly, Lyza moves out of the way, and Lyza takes advantage. She turns Tara around and hits her in the gut with a strong kick. As Tara I bent over, Lyza puts her arm over Davidson’s neck. As she jumps up she, is ready for her patented space age. As she is up in the air, Tara throws her off of her as Lyza lands face first on the mat! As the fans let out a collective “ooh”, Tara backs up towards the ropes.
JOHNSON: ”What a vicious fall for Lyza, someone should make sure she’s okay!”
VASSA: ”I sense the beginning of the end for Lyza here!”
As Lyza slowly begins to get up from the mat, Tara runs towards her opponent. Then, she jumps up into the air and takes her down with a vicious goodnight kiss! As Lyza hits the mat once again, Tara is quickly down to her knees. She rolls her over onto her back and covers Lyza. Laroy quickly is down to the mat, and begins the count.

As Blood hits the PA system once again, Tara stands up from the mat with a huge smirk on her face. As the fans boo the outcome of the match, Tara has her hand raised high in the air by Laroy. She then walks over to the ropes with a smirk on her face as Mike Power’s voice can be heard.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, Tara Davidson!!!!”
As Tara rolls out of the ring, and begins to head up the ramp, the scene fades out.

The cameras go backstage to see Keith Daniels strolling down the hallway. He’s rocking a pair of jeans, a pair of Nike KD 8 Elite hightops and a T-shirt with the text “No1Better” and a picture of Daniels’ head below it. On his head sits his typical trucker hat, this one with the letters “SV” imprinted on it. He proceeds to plow through a staffer who had been working on a table arrangement sending him sprawling onto his work. Daniels continues on with a smirk, acting as if nothing ever happened. Suddenly, a man sprints up from behind him. It’s Gabriel Hartman, backstage reporter.
HARTMAN: “Mr. Daniels! Mr. Daniels, a word if I may?”
Keith Daniels stops and turns his head, one eyebrow raised.
DANIELS: “The fuck are you?”
HARTMAN: “I’m sorry. My name is Gabriel Hartman.”
HARTMAN: “I’m the lead backstage reporter for 4CW.”
DANIELS: “Then shouldn’t you be off reporting shit?”
HARTMAN: “That’s why I’m here. You signed a contract with 4CW but you were most recently affiliated with Fight One and Boardwalk. I just wanted to know–”
DANIELS: “If I needed anything? Nah, I’m good. Thanks.”
HARTMAN: “I wanted to see how it came to be that you’re a member of 4CW.”
DANIELS: “What? Alright, look. It’s like this. There was negotiation, then there was a contract. I had my legal team review the contract and break it down for me because I don’t have that kind of time. Then I took a pen with black ink, because I’m racist, and I signed the contract. Boom, I’m a member of 4CW. For a reporter, you’d think you’d know the process of joining a little better. Lead reporter at that.”
HARTMAN: “How is your relationship with Fight One?”
DANIELS: “They don’t pay me anymore.”
HARTMAN: “So you’re no longer a member of Fight One?”
Daniels stared blankly at Hartman for a moment.
DANIELS: “I’m here. How is that even a question?”
HARTMAN: “Well, some people fight in multiple promotions…”
DANIELS: “Who are you people?”
HARTMAN: “You competed in both Boardwalk and Fight One simultaneously.”
DANIELS: “I showed up in Atlantic City occasionally. It’s not like I was a full time roster member.”
HARTMAN: “So you’re exclusive to 4CW now?”
Daniels chuckles to himself.
DANIELS: “Something like that.”
HARTMAN: “What are your goals here? Your plans?”
DANIELS: “I do what I’m being paid to do.”
HARTMAN: “And what is that?”
Keith Daniels only laughs and turns to walk off.
HARTMAN: “Mr. Daniels! Wait!”
He doesn’t. He continues to walk as Gabriel Hartman looks on, confused.


POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.
POWERS: “From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”
Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the thone is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.
“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”

The lights in the arena come back on and flames explode from either side of the stage as Jason rises from the throne with a mighty roar. He tosses off the cape and locks his eyes down towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
“Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,
Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armor,
They’ve come to take all your rights”

POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises a single arm high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.
“Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
The King…”

Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center pushing Powers out of the way. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The arena flashes between green, white and orange lights, as “The Spicy McHaggis Jig” by Dropkick Murphy plays. Seamus comes with a shillelah in one hand while looking over the crowd.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”
He runs out on stage and does a heel click, before walking to the ring amped up trying to get the crowd involved. He steps into the ring and runs up to the second rope and plays to the crowd with his arms out.
JOHNSON: “Seamus is coming off a tough loss from South Brawl where the Pride Championship was on the line.”
VASSA: “And JPD is coming off a big win in his first official match under 4CW contract, alongside his wife Tara.”
JOHNSON: “She was able to carry that momentum over to tonight with a win in her match earlier. Can JPD do the same?”
VASSA: “This is a really tough match if you ask me. In one hand you have JPD wanting to make a huge impact in 4CW by making a statement early on. In the other, you have Seamus coming off a tough loss but we’ve always known him to be a fighter. He’s going to come out here with a fire lit underneath his ass.”
JOHNSON: “He’s never been the type of person to get down on himself after a big loss and I don’t expect that to change here tonight.”
VASSA: “The road to a championship starts right here for him, well for both of these men. Someone is going to have to step up and make that first move in the right direction.”
Standing in the center of the ring, the official first looks to JPD and receives a nod accompanied by a cocky grin. Looking across the ring at Seamus who bounces back and forth in his corer, the official receives the signal from him as well. With both men ready to go, the official slowly raises his arm into the air before holding it up a moment and swinging downward in an instant, signaling for the bell.

As the bell echoes throughout the entire arena, both men step away from their corners and approach each other in the center of the ring. Bouncing back and forth on his feet, Seamus keeps himself loose, ready to either make the first move or react. Standing tall, JPD looks on before a grin stretches from ear to ear. Stepping forward with confidence, or maybe cockiness, JDP holds both arms out to the side and mouths off for a bit. Keeping his eyes locked on JPD, Seamus doesn’t stop his movement. Instead of running his mouth, he remains calm and quiet, focused on JPD. A few moments pass as the crowd slowly grows louder and louder and out of nowhere, JPD slams both hands forward, planting them into Seamus’ chest and pushing him back a couple of steps. The bouncing quickly stop as Seamus plants his feet and thrusts both hands forward, slamming them into JPD’s chest.
Driving his back foot into the mat, JPD pushes off of it and lunges forward, connecting with a hard right to the side of Seamus’ head. Firing back, Seamus connects with a right of his own and follows up by grabbing JPD’s arm and pulling him into a knee to the gut. JPD back steps, gasping for air. Quick on his feet, Seamus then moves in and hits him with a left to the ribs. Throwing his right forward, he connects with a head ringing right hand. With JPD worried about the upper body attack, Seamus then kicks him in the side of the knee, taking his leg out from under him as he drops down to one. Grabbing JPD by the back of the head, Seamus then pulls it, lifting his knee and driving it into JPD’s face.
Falling backwards, JPD crashes to the mat. Stepping over and then standing above JPD, Seamus begins throwing lefts and rights, connecting with hard hitting punches from both sides. Rolling JPD over to his stomach, Seamus locks onto his head with both hands and presses his face against the canvas. Dragging JPD’s head back and forth from left to right, he gives him a nasty face to mat burn before dropping down to one knee and delivering a combination of forearm shots to the back of the head. With JPD in a daze, Seamus pushes himself up and stands tall, towering over JPD.

VASSA: “Seamus isn’t playing any games tonight!”
JOHNSON: “He came out here with one thing on his mind and one thing only, this match!”
VASSA: “I’ve always liked this about Seamus. No matter what happens in the past, he’s always looking forward and keeping his head in the game.”
Pulling JPD up from the mat, Seamus turns him around to face him and then locks onto his arm with both hands. Using all of his strength, Seamus throws him to the corner across the ring. Crashing against the corner with force, JPD’s feet raises up from the mat and just as they touch down, Seamus is right there, charging in and nearly taking his head off with a clothesline. Picking JPD up, Seamus sits him on top of the corner and then begins to climb up to the second rope. Locking his arm around JPD’s head, Seamus grabs the back of his pants and goes to lift him for a superplex but before he can do so, JPD begins slamming his fist into Seamus’ ribs over and over until eventually breaking his hold.
Planting both hands onto Seamus’ chest, JDP then pushes him forward, knocking him off the corner. Landing on his feet, Seamus looks up and his eyes light up at the sight of JPD leaping from the corner and flying in his direction. As JPD closes in mid-air, he draws his arm back and then swings it forward, connecting with a brutal flying forearm smash before landing to his feet. Stumbling backwards, Seamus trips over his own feet and crashes hard to the mat. Racing to get back up, Seamus climbs to one knee but before he knows it, JPD charges in and hits him square in the chops with a running knee to the face, knocking him flat on his back.
Looking down at Seamus on his back, JPD begins running his mouth, yelling down to him. After taunting Seamus for a few moments, JPD kicks him in the side of the head and then instantly turns around, taking off towards the ropes. Coming back on the rebound, he leaps into the air and flips, landing across Seamus’ body with a running senton splash. Rolling up to his feet in a fluid motion, JPD continues to run towards the opposite ropes. Hitting them hard and springing off with even more speed, JPD leaps and flies through the air before coming down with a vicious leg drop across Seamus’ throat, pinning his head to the mat as his feet shoot into the air.

JOHNSON: “JPD has some moves and is putting them on display with that senton splash and leg drop combination.”
VASSA: “Seamus gave him a small window of opportunity on the ropes earlier and JPD took off with it.”
JOHNSON: “It’s either kill or be killed and JPD didn’t want to get hit with a superplex from the top.”
Slowly standing to his feet, JPD looks down at Seamus with a cocky grin still on his face. Walking towards his head, he reaches down and locks onto it before slowly rolling Seamus over to his stomach and pulling him up to both feet. Ducking his head underneath Seamus’ arm, JPD wraps him up and then lifts him up and over, dropping him to the mat with a northern lights suplex. Seamus rolls back and forth, holding his lower pack as JPD climbs back to his feet. Taking a few fast paced steps forward, JPD kicks a field goal as he plants his foot into the side of Seamus’ head. Pulling him up to his feet, JPD then whips him to the ropes and as Seamus comes back, he lifts him up and flips his body before dropping him across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. With Seamus down on his back, JPD turns to the corner and quickly makes his way over to it before climbing to the top. Locking his sights on Seamus, JPD then leaps forward but does a backflip, coming down with a shooting star press.
JOHNSON: “The Awakening!”

JPD crashes to the mat as Seamus rolls out of the way at the last possible second.
JOHNSON: “Seamus rolled out of the way!”
VASSA: “JPD eats canvas!”
With both men down, the official begins the ten count.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

Still down, both men begin slowly rolling around, showing signs of life.
“Four! … Five!”

Pushing themselves up, they two begin to climb to their feet, but neither standing at the moment.
“Six! … Seven!”

Standing first, Seamus turns to JPD who is only up to one knee. Charging towards him, Seamus wipes him out with a running clothesline as if he were trying to rip his head completely away from his neck. Pushing himself up, Seamus wastes no time and doesn’t give JPD a single second to recover before grabbing ahold of him and pulling him up. Lifting him into the air, Seamus drops JPD stomach-first across his knee with a gutbuster and instead of letting him go, he stands tall and pulls JPD back up. Wrapping both arms around JPD, Seamus squeezes him tightly before lifting him up and throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex.
JPD smacks the mat and rolls up to a seated position, holding his lower back. Back on his feet, Seamus see’s an opportunity and takes off running towards, kicking forward and driving his foot into JPD’s lower back. JDP release a loud grunt as the pain shoots up his spine. Pulling JPD to his feet, Seamus then whips him to the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Seamus wraps him up, lifting him into the air while turning, and drops him to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster. Crawling over JPD and making the cover, Seamus goes to put it away as the official slides in with the count.


JOHNSON: “JPD kicks out!”
VASSA: “Only a two count there but JPD was about to get a shoulder up.”
JOHNSON: “Seamus put everything he had into that sit-out spinebuster. Even though that didn’t put JPD away, I can guarantee that it took quite a bit out of him.”
Surprised at the kick out, Seamus looks up at the official for a moment, shaking his head at the count. Pushing himself up, he locks onto JPD’s head and drags him up as well. Holding onto JPD’s head with both hands, Seamus pulls his head back before slamming it forward, hitting JPD in the center of the forehead with a crushing headbutt. releasing his grip on JPD’s head, Seamus watches as he staggers back a few steps. Waiting for the right amount of space to open up between the two, Seamus then takes off from stand still and throws his huge arm forward, going for another powerful clothesline.
VASSA: “Swing and a miss!”
Ducking out of the way, JPD avoids the massive collision. Still moving forward, Seamus hits the ropes stomach-first and bounces off, stumbling backwards. Catching Seamus in place, JPD then moves in beside him and takes him down to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Seamus hits the mat hard and almost instantly pops back to his feet just as JPD stands. Spinning around to face JPD, Seamus throws a wild forearm shot but comes up short as JPD leans back, avoiding contact. Stepping in quickly, JPD retaliates with and swift kick to the back of Seamus’ knee, forcing it to give out, dropping him down to it. Taking a few steps backwards, JPD then steps in forward once more, this time planting his foot underneath Seamus’ chin with a superkick.
JOHNSON: “Seamus is going to be seeing stars after that superkick!”
With Seamus down on his back and more than likely unaware of where he is, JDP paces around the ring with cockiness in his stride. Keeping his eyes locked on Seamus the entire time, JPD steadily runs his mouth before closing in. Pulling Seamus up from the mat, JPD keeps him bent over and pulls his head in between his legs. Wrapping him up, JPD lifts Seamus into the air and takes a few steps towards the corner before throwing him forward into the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb.
Smacking the corner and dropping down to his feet, Seamus stumbles forward but still manages to stay upright. Turning to the ropes, JPD takes off towards them and comes back on the rebound behind Seamus, wrapping his head up and planting his face into the mat with a running bulldog. On one knee, JPD looks down at Seamus with a smirk on his face before standing to both feet. Walking to the other side of the ring, JPD stands in the corner and watches as Seamus slowly begins to come to.

VASSA: “JPD has quickly turned things around with this huge impactful moves.”
JOHNSON: “Seamus needs to do something quick if he’s going to turn this around because if he doesn’t, JPD is going to end this on his terms.”
VASSA: “Seamus is getting up! There’s still some fight in that Irishman!”
JOHNSON: “Oh no, this is what JPD wanted!”
Seamus pushes himself up to all fours and as he does, JPD charges towards him and jumps into the air. Coming down, JPD plants his foot on the back of Seamus’ head and slams him face-first into the canvas with a curb stomp.
VASSA: “Say goodnight!”
JOHNSON: “This might be it as JPD has laid out Seamus with his Bow to the King curb stomp!”
Surveying the damage, JPD chuckles to himself for a moment before placing a foot on Seamus’ side and rolling him over to his back. Dropping down to both knees, JPD makes the cover as the official races over for the count.

VASSA: “That’s all folks!”
JOHNSON: “These two gave it their all but in the end it was Jason P. Davidson who walks away with the win here tonight on Adrenaline.”
VASSA: “Seamus is a tough son of a gun, this is a big match that should catch quite a few eyes for JPD.”
“Hail to the King” hits the speakers as JPD stands to his feet. Looking over Seamus, he remains cocky as the grin doesn’t leave his face. Stepping in beside JPD, the official grabs his arm and raises it into the air.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”

The cameras flip backstage where we spot an interesting display set up, that Christy Chaos stands in front of, still wearing her wrestling attire and the shirt over the top. After a moment she’s approached by Delaney Simon, who seems eager to ask her something.
SIMON: “Christy, Christy… Is it True?”
Christy cocks an eyebrow at the vague question. After a moment she chuckles and nods.
CHAOS:“Yes it is…”
Holding her hands in display over her shirt.
CHAOS:“I killed the 4CW Career of Alexis Terry.”
Simon shakes her head.
SIMON: “No not that… that you’re requesting to switch to Uprising.”
Christy looks genuinely confused.
CHAOS:“Who said that?”
SIMON: “Kat thinks you should, since you have such a deep history with the new Fate Champion.”
SIMON: “Synnum De La Cruz.”
Christy cocks an eyebrow and shakes her head.
CHAOS:“I barely even know her. I never met the girl, never even been in the same ring as her. We worked in the same company, that is literally it.”
SIMON: “But you went on and on about her in your promo before South Beach Brawl.”
CHAOS:“Did you actually watch that promo?”
SIMON: “Well I…”
Christy chuckles and shakes her head.
CHAOS:“I mentioned her for literally one sentence. Implying that she knew John Steel, who had wrecked my match with Alexis Three Years ago.”
SIMON: “If you barely know Synnum, how do you know her and John know eachother?”
CHAOS:“Just a hunch I guess.”
She chuckles and winks to the camera, before looking back to Delaney.
CHAOS:“If you had actually watched it, you would know that other than that line about Synnum, I spent the majority of that promo talking about the woman I had unfished business with from three years ago, which was the very same woman I was facing, Alexis Terry.”
She puts up a finger.
CHAOS:“Speaking of Alexis Terry…Check out the new line.”
Christy steps to the side displaying the Alexis Terry T-Shirts Christy is wearing and had promoted earlier in the week on twitter.
CHAOS:“You like? You can get these shirts for a fair marketable price of 10 dollars.”
SIMON: “Really?”
Christy smiles and nods.
CHAOS:“I know, that’s a good deal right?”
Simon shakes her head.
SIMON: “No I mean… I’ve seen this act before. You have a much different… appeal to them… but still.”
Christy rubs her chin then tilts her head.
CHAOS:“Are you hitting on me?”
Simon quickly shaking her head at the suggestion.
SIMON: “What? No.”
Christy chuckles and nods.
CHAOS:“Good, just checking. If I wanted to rip them off though… I would say.”
Christy looks at the camera.
CHAOS:“You can get these shirts on the 4CW Website or in any arena that Adrenaline takes place.”
Christy smirks and gives a thumbs up as Simon just stares at her.
SIMON: “Right…”
CHAOS:“That’s not all though.”
Christy reaches behind the table and pulls up a sign that reads “CHRISTY CHAOS” and below that “KILLS CAREERS”.
CHAOS:“You also have these signs exclusively in the arenas. Because I’m a stand up girl, you can get these signs free of charge with the purchase of a t-shirt.”
SIMON: “As fun as this is… about Kat.”
CHAOS:“You’re right.”
Christy drops the sign back behind the table and removes her shirt laying it on the table as well. She grabs her hoodie and throws it over her shoulder.
CHAOS:“I have to go.”
She takes a step or two before looking at a security guard.
CHAOS:“Watch my stuff.”
Christy walks on as Simon is left standing there, not really sure what to think or do.

Music playing through a portable sound system, the song “I Just Had Sex” by Lonely Island is playing. Jason Cashe is thrust dancing, singing along with the song only in lip sync fashion.
Knock … Knock … Knock

Reaching for the volume control, Cashe turns up the music. Ignoring whoever was at the door. He didn’t want to be bothered right now, he was in the zone..
Knock … Knock

Continuing to ignore the knock as it grew louder, Jason Cashe danced a little more aggressive. Almost a Footloose aggravated dance which made him look even more foolish but he didn’t care.

? ? ?: ”Open the damn door!”
CASHE: ”Motherfucker…”
Grunting, the volume cuts off completely. Stomping his feet, Cashe grabs the handle of the door and without caution, he turns the handle and opens it quickly, ready for whatever may be on the other side waiting for him.
VAUGHN: ”What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
CASHE: ”Shaking my rump shaker before YOU interrupted.”
On the other side of the door, General Manager Jack Vaughn stands in the hallway. Dressed from head to toe in custom tailored clothing, he holds his hand up before Cashe can answer.
VAUGHN: ”Don’t worry, I’ll let myself in.”
Cashe looks annoyed but humors the “General Manager” as he enters the room, Jack looks around for a bit, shaking his head before coming to an abrupt stop with the XTV Championship in his sights.
VAUGHN: ”I knew that Perry wasn’t your biggest fan, but this locker room is a dump. Standing in this filth, that XTV Championship looks as if it could be the 4CW Championship, maybe even something higher in ranking if there were such a thing. Oh yeah, congrats on that win at South Beach Brawl by the way. Without it this room would literally be nothing more than a pisser for the fans. No way you’d catch me in a bathroom this disgusting.”
CASHE: ”Yeah… Psyche and I got pretty wild in here a little bit ago!”
Walking across the room, Jack stops in front of a mirror and adjusts his tie. Looking at Cashe in the reflection, he continues speaking.
VAUGHN: ”Now I understand that you’re probably wondering just where the hell I’ve been. That isn’t much of a concern now. What is a concern is the result of your reckless actions days before South Beach Brawl. Just because I’m out of the country on business doesn’t mean that I don’t hear and see everything that goes on here, on the roster that I’m responsible for looking over.”
CASHE: ”And I give two shits why again? Look “Bawse” you don’t need to come in here giving me any pep talk alright? Go try and measure your dick to someone else because it’s not wise to measure with me…”
Satisfied with his tie, Jack turns around to face Cashe who is standing across the room picking up his XTV Championship and slapping it over his shoulder. A sign of pride for what it represents.
VAUGHN: ”Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to stand here and pretend that you didn’t have your reasons, whatever they may be. Perry turned his back to Darryl and the moment you attacked him, Perry was there acting as if he gave a shit. I’m not going to do that, that isn’t me. At the end of the day I am here to turn a profit for Adrenaline. I know what side of the bread my butter is on and Unstable, regardless of Perry’s feelings, is profitable. Even he knows that, which is why he hasn’t terminated your contracts despite being attacked countless times by yourself and your associates.”
Moving in closer to Cashe, Vaughn places a hand up on the main buckle of the Championship over Cashe’s shoulder.
VAUGHN: ”Darryl was on his way out. It’s very possible that money could have changed his mind. That’s neither here nor there now. Nothing is bringing him back unless we turn him into the six million dollar man. Forgive me for saying this but you did us a slight favor. Given his injury happened outside of the ring, outside of a 4CW event, we don’t owe him any compensation. You trimmed the fat and for that, I commend you.”
CASHE: ”Didn’t do it for you. In fact here I am oblivious to what’s going on because I didn’t think YOU still worked here!”
VAUGHN: ”Yet here I am…”
CASHE: ”Yet here you are. And here I am wondering why the fuck you’re in MY locker room! But check it, Psyche should be back here shortly. She got hungry after! Heh needs to replenish and when she gets here, I don’t want you here. I have a match to get ready for and a plane to catch after the show. So if you’ll excuse yourself…”
VAUGHN: ”Listen Jason… I know you have some heat, some legal trouble coming your way. If you need a hand? Any help to break free of it? You let me know alright? I am NOT Perry Wallace and I know the value standing in this room. Good luck in tonight’s match!”
Jack Vaughn steps aside and moves past Cashe. Opening the locker room door, both men are surprised to see Psyche Devyne standing in the doorway chewing on a Subway Sandwich. Confused as she moves her eyes from Vaughn to Cashe, unsure of what was going on. She enters the room and Vaughn starts to leave. Stopping, he turns and has one final thing to say to Cashe.
VAUGHN: ”They say coal can become a Diamond. I’ve never seen it in person but looking at this room, you wouldn’t think so but there is something valuable here. It isn’t that Championship.”
Shutting the door behind him leaves Psyche Devyne and Jason Cashe. She hands him one of the footlongs and stares up at him with questioning eyes. Still chewing her food.
PSYCHE: ”Who was that? What did he want?”
CASHE: ”I dunno… Said he works here! Crazy right?”
The two of them sit down and begin to eat their sandwiches as the cameras cut back to ringside.


“Bad Girl” cues over the sound system causing the crowd to boo as Christy walks through the curtains and out onto the stage. With her “Star Struck Productions” matching her ring attire, and the hood currently up she stops in the center of the stage as the fans continue to boo.
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring from Laughlin, Nevada… CHRISTY CCHHAAOOSS!!!”
Christy blows the fans off walking down the ramp and to the steps. As she climbs the steps she removes the hood and stops on the apron a moment, glanching at the fans with a cocky smirk before wiping her feet and stepping into the ring. Removing her hoodie she drops it to the floor and begins warming up.
JOHNSON: ”Well, I think we’ll have ourselves a very interesting matchup upcoming.”
VASSA:”I don’t know how interesting this match would be under normal circumstances, but when you add in a very sexy X factor, you never know!”
“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.
With both women standing in the ring, the sounds of “Nexus” by Niykee Heaton comes over the PA system. The fans boo as the camera moves over to the stage where Hot Shot Taryn Robinson stands with her left hand on her hips, and a microphone in her right hand. As the music starts to fade out, she picks the microphone up towards her mouth.
ROBINSON:”Hey ladies, it’s me!!!!!! Do you guys like the referee get up? I mean, let’s think about it. Those shirts are normally really ugly, but I make anything look great! Now, I know you two probably aren’t that excited about me refereeing this contest, but it’ll be so much fun!”
As Taryn continues to walk down the ramps, the fans boo. Stopping halfway down, she shakes her head as she looks across the fans.
ROBINSON:”You people can be so damn rude. Now, can I please get to what I wanted to say? Ladies, I will call this match directly down the middle. Trust me on that, I have the upmost ideals of professionalism in wearing these stripes tonight. Now, can we please have a great match ladies?”
Taryn quickly jogs down to the ringside area. She then climbs the stairs and enters the ring under the middle ropes. Then, she calls for the bell to be rung.

As Christy and Kat look at each other from across the ring, they quickly lock up. With aggression on both sides for the lock up, Christy quickly gains the advantage. Pulling Kat’s head down, she places her in a headlock. As Chaos wrenches on her neck, Christy quickly takes her down with a headlock takedown. As she keeps her headlock down on the mat. As she continues to wrench on Kat’s head, Christy keeps the advantage in the early goings of the matchup. Suddenly, Kat is able to shift her legs over and puts them onto Christy’s legs. Using her leg strength, she takes Christy down to the mat making her let go of her neck. As she holds Christy down to the mat with her leg head scissors, Taryn stoops down and looks at the hold.
ROBINSON:”WOW, oh my god! It’s a head scissors! This is an amazing match ladies!!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Why in the hell does she still have a microphone?”
VASSA:”Well, she couldn’t sit next to us and officiate at the same time, so she’s doing the next best thing!”
JOHNSON: ”This is an absolute mockery.”
As Kat looks on slightly bewildered as she looks at Taryn who has begun to badger both women. Suddenly, Christy is able to kip up out of the leg scissors. As Christy has made her way to her feet, Kat is quickly following behind her. Christy quickly takes her back down to the mat with a clothesline. Jones quickly pops up from the mat and follows it up with another clothesline. As Kat is on the mat in the center of the ring, Christy quickly runs over to the ropes, as she comes back, Kat rolls onto her stomach. Chaos quickly jumps over her and hits the ropes on the other side. When she comes back, she is quickly taken down by Kat who has taken her down with a hip toss. As Christy is down on the mat, she is seated. Jones quickly runs over to the ropes and runs back hitting Christy with a sharp kick to the chest. As Christy is laid out on the mat, Kat quickly goes down for the cover. Slowly, Taryn drops down to the mat. She quickly places the microphone down on the side of her.

Christy powers her right shoulder off of the mat. Kat begins to stare daggers at Taryn who is slowly getting up from the mat and takes hold to the microphone as she does it.
JOHNSON:”What happened to the fair officiating that she boldly claimed she was going to do? There is nothing fair about taking more than five seconds to get down to the mat!”
VASSA: ”She just had a tattoo done last week, so her side is probably really sore. Plus, you have to really think about it. She has one of Perry Wallace’s microphones in her hand, those things can get pretty expensive. So, I can definitely understand the rationale behind being extra careful with one of those microphones.”
Kat stands up from the mat, she goes straight to Taryn. Before she is able to get a word in on the Hot Shot official, Taryn raises up the microphone.
ROBINSON:”Don’t you dare say a damn word, Kat! I’m warning you, I will have you disqualified for the verbal slander of a referee! You go that, Kitty Kat?”
As Kat looks on with a balled fist, she is suddenly taken down to the mat by a simple school boy roll up by Christy. Suddenly, Taryn throws the microphone down and quickly slides down to the mat.

Kat quickly moves kicks out of the roll up, looking on Taryn for a moment after a quick paced count.

VASSA: ”Well, it definitely looks like Taryn’s expresso kicked in! I have to say, she was telling me earlier about how tired she’s been, so good on her for getting some pep in her step!”
JOHNSON:”This is absolutely down right lunacy! I am seriously starting to question the judgement of Mr. Wallace after letting this travesty go on.”
Taryn grabs the microphone and pops up from the mat. Christy is soon to follow. Before Kat is able to confront Taryn once again, Christy keeps her advantage. Christy takes Kat by the right arm, and quickly kicks her in the gut. Christy then places Kat’s head under her arm, and lifts her up into a vertical suplex position. Before Christy is able to bring her down, Kat wiggles free from the hold. Now standing behind Christy, she quickly takes advantage. Turning Christy around, she pulls her Christy in by the waist. She then lifts her up and slams her down onto her back with a belly to back suplex. As Christy is lying on her back, Kat looks up at Taryn who has now turned her attention to the crowd. As she looks over the crowd, she is blowing kisses at them. Clearly frustrated, Kat stands up from the mat. She then turns Taryn around and tells her to look down at the mat. Before Kat is able to go down to the mat, Taryn falls down to the mat. Kat then covers Christy. Suddenly, Taryn rolls out of the ring. When the fans begin to boo, Taryn bends over and begins to tie her shoe.
JOHNSON:”Now you’ve got to be kidding me!”
VASSA: ”Do you want her to trip and fall on her face Johnson? Seriously, what is wrong with you Johnson?”
Kat stands up next towards the ropes, as Taryn slowly approaches the apron. She then slowly slides into the ring as Kat continues to look at her angrily. Before she is able to speak to Taryn once more, Christy has made her way to her feet and turns Kat around. She then kicks Kat in the stomach and takes hold of a handful of hair. Then, she jumps up in the air, taking Kat down face first with the Charismatic Crusher! Christy quickly flips Kat onto her back and goes for the cover. Taryn is quickly down to the mat and is ready to make the count.


Kat powers her shoulder off of the mat, and both Taryn and Christy cannot believe it. As Christy and Taryn both stand up from the mat, they begin to both question how Kat was able to power out. As the two continue to speak with each other, Taryn steps towards the ropes. Suddenly, Kat stands up from the mat and hits a vicious super kick to the back of Christy’s head. The impact from the kick sends Christy forward, she then hits heads with Taryn. Taryn then falls down from the impact through the middle ropes, and down to the arena floor.
VASSA: ”Oh my god, Taryn’s down!!!!”
JOHNSON:”About damn time!”
Kat quickly takes the advantage. She picks Christy up from the mat. She then quickly puts Chaos in position, then drops down to the mat taking Christy out with the Cradle DDT known as the Kat-astrophe! She quickly pushes Christy onto her back and covers her. Though Taryn is down on the floor, Laroy Jones flies into the ring.

As “Asylum” begins to play of the PA system, Kat stands up from the mat triumphantly. As Laroy holds up her right arm in victory, Taryn stands up from the outside of the ring visibly upset. Kat laughs at Taryn as she begins to walk from the ring towards the ramp.
POWERS:”Here is your winner, Kat Jones!!!”
Kat walks over to the turnbuckle and stands up on the middle rung. She then points over at Taryn who has turned around and is looking directly into the ring. The scene then fades out.

The feed cuts to Lyza backstage near the exit. Her duffel bag sits on the floor as she paces back and forth with her phone pressed to her ear. The cameraman gets a little closer, trying to pick up on the nature of the call.
REYES: “It’s fine, seriously. Why are you calling me right now about this? You know that I’m at work…SEE?!”
She turns to face the camera, waving at it with an awkward smile (caught up in the phone call, yet sudden awareness that she’s being watched by many.) She is looking pretty banged up from her match with Tara Davidson, yet works on her composure in the process. After her acknowledgement of the camera, she turns away to continue the call.
REYES: “…I can’t believe it. You have the weirdest timing, mom. Well, guess I’ll have to bump up my flight.”
And with that, she sighs, ending the call. She picks up her bag, and proceeds to step outside of the venue. The scene fades into the next scheduled event.

”Blackened” by Metallica plays and the live audience is tall on their feet. Lighters and cell phones lit up as the arena darkens. Strobe lights flicker on stage as Frankie Morrison steps out from the back. Stopping at the edge of the stage, the lights flash. Crowd begins going wild with cheers and boos, unaligned on likes and dislikes for the members of Unstable.
VASSA: ”Hehe we are about to be treated to some Unstable individuals!”
Turning back to the entrance, Frankie Morrison holds out an arm as the Talent part of Unstable appear from backstage. Chris Madison, CJ O’Donnell, and Jason Cashe first. Cashe hyping up the live audience as the cheers rise up louder than the boos.
JOHNSON: ”They have haters but by golly they have some fan support as well!”
As the group of them get to ringside, the split up. Morrison gets to the stairs, Chris Madison following behind him with the Pride Championship safely laid over his shoulder. CJ O’Donnell leaps, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Cashe unbuckling the XTV Title around his waist, launches it up into the ring over the ropes. He pops up on the ring apron and dips through the middle rope to meet the rest of Unstable in the ring.
As Mike Powers reaches up to hand off a Microphone from outside the ring, it’s Chris Madison who takes it. As the rest of Unstable stand spread out around the ring, he steps to the center where Frankie Morrison is standing. Madison brings the mic to his mouth but Jason Cashe hurries to cut him off.

CASHE: ”Sorry to interrupt but umm… With recent changes to the Unstable roster. Not just here in 4CW mind you but altogether… I think there is someone the 4CW fans should meet! I believe she is backstage?”
Fans erupt thinking another member of Unstable, from another Promotion no less might be in the building. Chris Madison nods, agreeing with what Cashe had requested. All of their heads look to the entrance as “Blackened” once again begins to play, mid song.
VASSA: ”Ohhh this is a TREAT!! Word on the grapevine is that Claire Collins, the Boredwalk Casino Champion and ONE Half of the Tag Champions joined Unstable. Could she be here!?”
JOHNSON: ”Why else would Cashe request her to come out here?”
Sure enough from the backstage area emerges Claire Collins! The 4CW Live Audience is going berserk as the Casino and Tag Team Championships sit resting over each shoulder. The live audience begins to go turn their cheers of joy and excitement into a thundering rain of boos as Claire lifts both Championships off her shoulder and raises them in the air!
JOHNSON: ”From Atlantic City to Tucson, Arizona! Unstable is Shining with Championships here tonight!!”
Making her way to ringside, Claire climbs up the steel stairs. Frankie Morrison sits on the middle rope and holds up the top, giving her an easier entrance to the ring. She steps inside and is plowed into by Jason Cashe who hugs her. The crowd laughs as he lifts her off the ground and shakes her some. Both Chris Madison and CJ O’Donnell have to step in for Cashe to release his grip.
VASSA: ”Cashe might have gotten laid earlier in the night and it seems he is still very HAPPY! To think people question his stamina?”
Everyone giving Claire a brief ‘greeting’ hug other than Cashe, things begin to settle down. Chris Madison still with the mic holds it up again. Not that everyone was here, but it was still time for business.
MADISON: “Tonight is a huge night for Unstable. For months we have waged war with Omertà, exchanging victories while trying prove which group is the alpha faction in 4CW. I’m sure there are critics back there that see us standing in the ring with Claire Collins by our side and see it as a ploy to get the upper hand. I assure you this isn’t about showing a strength in numbers; that’s not our game. We’d much rather stand toe to toe, smash you in the mouth, and settle it the old fashioned way. Earlier tonight I had to remind Erron Wilder exactly that sentiment. Cashe, CJ, and I are fully capable of rising above Omertà without outside help. This is about showing that Unstable is more than just a group of people; it’s a family! Had Amber and Meyhu not been tied up with other obligations they’d be standing right in this ring with us, because that’s what Unstable is about! Omertà, they can’t claim the same kind of devotion to all of its members. We are a family, they are an army doing Dakota Smith’s bidding. There’s no loyalty amongst the rank and file of Omertà… Tonight we prove just that. These guys…”
Madison turns and points over towards Jason Cashe and CJ O’Donnell.
MADISON: “I trust them with my life. Amber, Meyhu, and now Claire Collins… They might as well be standing on the front lines of this war with us. We can tell when you’re cut out to be apart of this family and when you’re not. We all stand on even footing. Those that aren’t devoted to Unstable get dealt with.”
Passing the microphone to CJ O’Donnell, the man known as “The Distinguished” clears his throat as he turns to Claire Collins.
O’DONNELL: “You know when Unstable first formed everyone said it would not last longer than three months because of the egos of the members involved. Well guess what on April 5th we made it an entire year. So guess what for everyone that ever doubted Unstable you can all go fuck yourself with a barbed wire dildo. Sure Unstable has had it’s fair share of members who have come and gone. Some we will miss like “Incredible” Ian Bishop while others were turncoats like “The Archetype” Cyrus Riddle and then you have those who you ask how the fuck did they join like Darryl Wallace. Now while Unstable formed in affiliate of 4CW when they debuted now it is tainted territory. Everyone knows who “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu and “Distorted Angel” Amber Ryan are still fighting the good fight behind “enemy lines” but recently they have added a new member.”
As Ryan gives her brother, CJ a hug, fans start chanting obscene comments towards their employer. Smiling she laughs some as do the other members of Unstable. Caleb turns his left and looks at Casino Champion, Claire Collins.
O’DONNELL: “Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the newest member of Unstable … One half of the Tag Team Champion … As well as Casino Champion … Claire Foxe …uhmmm … I mean Claire Collins. I could come out and brag about how she has dominated Atlantic City since stepping foot inside that shithole but I think it would be better coming from The Flying Foxe.”
Raising her Casino Championship up, the fans give Claire some boos due to where it represents. Amber hands her the microphone, in the background you can see Jason Cashe smelling his own fingers in the background. Madison staring at him just shaking his head at his Unstable mate’s weirdness. Claire takes the mic.
CLAIRE: “Some of you know me, but for those that don’t, I’m Claire Collins. The longest reigning Casino Champion in Boardwalk history and rest assured this pisses people off. I’ve always done the right thing in my career, it’s as much my hallmark as the Flying Foxe or the Golden Star Express. So you can all rest assured that being Unstable is the right thing to do. I guess you could say I’m the ‘New Kid on the Block’ in Unstable and as the newest Member I have the unique opportunity to pay it forward right now by introducing the NEXT member of the strongest Family in professional wrestling… “Ninja Loco”!”
In the crowd, fans can be seen looking at one another not having the slightest clue who Ninja Loco was. Having never heard of him, Vassa and Johnson get some information about him as “Blackened” once again plays.
JOHNSON: ”I’m hearing now that Ninja Loco is from Cancun Mexico. A Luchador who has silently silenced all his opponents.”
VASSA: ”Well I’ve never heard of him and I watch Mexican Wrestling ALL the time! Who is this guy?”
The building goes dark as a single spotlight shines down on the center of the Entrance stage. Leaping into the middle of the light, a man dressed like a Ninja drops down onto one knee. Head down, he has a red headband over his masked face. Not a single trace of skin is seen as the fully covered man jumps up off the ground. Landing on his feet, an eerie Spanish music begins to play as he strides towards the ring in a rush. Diving, “Ninja Loco” dives in right over the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. Popping up the crowd is still mostly quiet. Not sure how to take this new entity.
VASSA: ”Whaat… The…. FUUUCK!? This is amazing!!”
JOHNSON: ”It’s… something alright..”
The other members of Unstable back themselves against the ropes, giving Ninja Loco space. On the chest of his attire is the word “Unstable” and it’s clear this was the newest member of the group. Claire Collins smiling at the man, bows to him showing respect as she offers him the microphone.
NINJA LOCO: “Don’t ask yourselves who or what the hell this is, yet ask yourselves who is going to stop this? No one. Everything WILL die … in silence. There is more than what meets the eye looking at me. Unstable is only getting stronger and more dangerous. Leave while you can!”
His voice robotic, almost sounding like Darth Vader from StarWars leaves everyone silent. The members of Unstable begin clapping as Ninja Loco stands center of the ring and they surround him. Ninja Loco leaves the ring first as the rest of the members follow suit. Leaving fans and rivals wondering who and what Ninja Loco will be as a member of Unstable.

Once again we head backstage here in Tucson, Arizona but this time we’re taken to an area of the building where I large background can seen set up with the 4CW logo proudly displayed on it. Standing in front of the display is veteran interviewer Gabriel Hartman with his microphone in hand. On either side of Gabriel stands the current 4CW World Tag Team Champions the team of Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood.
HARTMAN: ”I’m standing here with the team known as New Gen Rising who as we all saw at South Beach Brawl managed to capture the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts away from the team of Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele. Gentlemen, how does it feel to be the Champs once again?”
SAVAGE: ”Everything feels right once again. Since the moment we lost these titles no team has ever been able to fill our shoes as Champions. Blacklisted couldn’t do it. The Black Dahlias couldn’t do it. Those idiots Freedom and Drew Stevenson sure as hell couldn’t do it. Bryan Williams and Aidan Carlisle aren’t even here anymore! Each and every single of them losers and quitters because none of them are us.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Everyone saw what we were able to do to Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele even though none of you gave us a shot in hell of winning that match. Facts don’t lie and we are the only team that has ever managed to hold the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts more than once. The two of us hadn’t even teamed together in a year and still we walked into South Beach Brawl and we dominated like we never even lost these belts to begin with.”
Both Savage and Hollywood reach across the back of Hartman and fist bump before going back to holding their Championship belts over their shoulders.
HARTMAN: ”Being the Champs you have to have your eye on future opponents. Other teams that could possibly challenge for the belts. Can I get your thoughts the match happening on Uprising where the Black Republicans will be taking on the team of Caleb Houston and Devin Hawk where the winner will get a shot as those belts you’re currently holding?”
SAVAGE: ”Did you just say Black Republicans? Is that what the tag team division here in 4CW has been reduced to? That we’re just handing away title matches to teams on a different show? No one cares about these Black Republicans because they are on the wrong show. This is the A show. The flagship here in 4CW and them? They’re just some struggling little bingo hall full of wrestlers up in Canada that no one even realized existed before they came here to 4CW. It’s like Hollywood said we’re the only two time Champs in the history of this company so we won’t be losing these belts to some team off of the B show.”
HOLLYWOOD: ”It’s just unfortunate that these two teams are going to be the holy hell out of each other just to come over here and get destroyed by us. I already knew Caleb Houston was a stupid man when he agreed to join up with that idiot Jason P. Davidson and be a part of his War Games team but I expected better from Devin Hawk. I expected some semblance of common sense from a man that actually bright enough to win a Championship belt. But I guess it’s just like Jace told you. They are the B show. They are the rejects that can’t hack it with the real talent over here on Adrenaline. Jace and myself will be more than happy to show either one of them just why these belts aren’t going any fucking where.”
HARTMAN: ”Later tonight we’ll be seeing a clash in the main event where members of Omerta will be going against members of Unstable. Do you think…”
Once again Hartman is interrupted but this time it’s by Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson who walk right up towards Hartman and snatch the microphone out of his hand.
JPD: ”You know as much as the two of us sat back and thought about it we realized that it doesn’t really matter how good the both of you think you are. Or the fact that you’re the only two time 4CW World Tag Team Champions in the history of the company.”
TARA: ”We think it’s a blessing that you both are Champions so we want to say congratulations and most importantly thank you. Thank you for winning those belts because now you’ve reminded us that we originally came here the first time to win those Championship belts. And now here you two are just holding them and keeping them warm for the two of us to take from you.”
JPD: ”What she’s trying to say that since all you need to do is make a challenge to get a shot at those belts then you can officially considered yourselves challenge. So you don’t need to worry about Omerta or Unstable because you will be defending those title belts and losing them to Ascended Supremacy.”
Both Hollywood and Savage look at each other then begin waving their hands in disapproval over both Jason and Tara thinking that they could just walk up and get a shot at the titles.
SAVAGE: ”There is no way you can just leap frog your way to a shot at our titles. You two have barely been here long enough to enjoy a cup of coffee and you expect a title shot just to be handed to you?!
HOLLYWOOD: ”There is already a number one contenders match happening on Uprising. So sorry to burst your bubbles but there is no way that we will be defending these Championship belts against the likes of you two losers.”
TARA: ”It’s funny you say that because we knew you’d say that. That’s why we went and double checked with the bosses and it just so happens that the match to crown a new number one contender doesn’t happen until Uprising next week. Adrenaline is live right now which means officially you have no challengers until now so yes we get the first crack at the both of you and those belts will be on the line!”
JPD: ”I know you didn’t like hearing that but we got one more thing to tell you too…”
Jason and Tara smirk at each other before Jason reaches out and hits Hollywood right in the face with the microphone. Hollywood falls to the floor as Tara gives Savage a kick to the midsection before tossing him head first into the 4CW backdrop behind them. Once again the fight is on as all four members begin beating the living hell out of each other throughout the backstage area. For the second time in the night security rushes in and breaks the two teams away from each other. Hollywood and Savage scoop up their titles and head for the nearest exit as we head back to the ringside area for more action.


JOHNSON: “Up next, for our headline match we have Parker Van Peters taking on Drew Stevenson.”
VASSA: “PVP has made quite a name for himself recently as he’s taken credit for ending Darryl Wallace’s career.”
JOHNSON: “We all saw the footage and know that it wasn’t him, it was Jason Cashe.”
VASSA: “Well you try telling him that because he’s convinced that he did it. He even made the official count Darryl out at South beach Brawl, in a match that was cancelled and not even on the books due to Darryl’s injuries.”
JOHNSON: “He did but he won’t have it easy tonight as his opponent will be in the ring and has put a few people on the sidelines himself, Drew Stevenson.”
VASSA: “Drew put Seamus O’Connor on the shelf earlier in the year but the man came back. Unlike Seamus, I don’t see Darryl coming back anytime soon.”
“Here We are…. Born to be Kings, we’re the Princes of the Universe!”

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
PVP enters from the back. He is wearing a black pull over long sleeved shirt. He has his head lowered, but you can see him snicker to himself as the crowd boos. He slowly raises his head and walks toward the ring.
“Here we belong, fighting to survive , in a world with the darkest power!”

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred twenty-two and three-quarter pounds, standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “The Main Man”, PARKER VAN PPEETTEERRSS!!!”
PVP walks down the ramp, showing off his title and laughing as the boos from the crowd seemingly empower him. He climbs up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron. PVP then climbs into the ring, and opens with arms wide. PVP then heads over to a turnbuckle and starts to climb it.
“I am Immortal. I have inside me blood of kings.”

PVP Climbs onto a turnbuckle and lifts one fist in the air as the music fills the air and the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. He begins to scream back at the crowd. He hops down. He then walks over to the opposite corner and does the same motion. The music plays and he continues to yell back at the crowd, pointing out their inadequacies and such.
“We were Born to be Princes of the Universe.”

PVP takes off his shirt and throws it at the referee, telling him not to get it dirty or lose it.
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: “Well both men are in the ring and the only thing left to do now is get down to business!”
JOHNSON: “This should be a great match up between these two gentlemen. PVP was a big signing with 4CW and Drew Stevenson has made quite a name for himself here as well as become a name closely associated with 4CW.”
VASSA: “I think the time for pleasantries is long gone because it looks as if both men have quite a few things to say to each other in the ring.”
In the center of the ring, both men stand face to face, exchanging words amongst themselves. Looking on from a distance, the official watches but makes sure not to get in the way as anything is bound to happen.
JOHNSON: “We have two men in the ring who aren’t very well liked by the fans.”
VASSA: “I think what you mean to day is that we have two rather large egos in the ring and when that happens, it’s always a mixture for trouble.”
With a smirk on his face, Drew quickly pops his hand up and smacks PVP across the side of the face, whipping his head to the side. Rubbing his cheek gently, PVP slowly turns back to Drew with anger in his eyes. Taking a step back, PVP stands down from Drew. Laughing at the sight, Drew mocks PVP but is then taken by surprise as PVP lunges forward and clocks him with a hard right to the side of the head. Drew stumbles backwards and before he can get his feet settled, PVP is right there to follow up with two more rights, backing him into the corner as the official calls for the bell.

With Drew’s back against the corner, PVP nearly takes his head off with back to back European uppercuts. Hanging onto the top ropes, Drew holds himself up in a daze from the hard hitting blows to the head. Jumping up from the mat, PVP hits Drew with a dropkick to the left knee, taking his leg out from under him as he drops to a seated position in the corner. After pushing himself up, PVP looks down at the damage with a cocky grin on his face before taking a few steps back and playing to the negative reactions from the fans. He then charges towards Drew and as he closes in, he plants his knee into his face with a lifting knee attack.
VASSA: “You don’t smack another man in the face and Drew is learning that lesson the hard way.”
JOHNSON: “Something inside of PVP went off with that disrespectful slap as we’re seeing him take it out on Drew with this relentless attack.”
Reaching down and locking onto Drew’s wrist, PVP pulls him up from the mat and then slams him back-first to the corner. Bouncing off the corner, Drew takes a swing for PVP’s head but misses as he ducks underneath, barely avoiding the crushing blow. Grabbing onto Drew’s back, PVP pushes his body down while driving his knee upward, planting it into Drew’s chest. Positioning himself beside Drew, PVP then drops him to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep.
JOHNSON: “PVP clearly has taken control of this match from the start and at this rate, unless Drew can turn things around, I don’t see it lasting much longer.”
VASSA: “Are you kidding me right now? You do realize that this is Drew Stevenson, right? I don’t think you do.”
Standing tall over Drew, PVP grabs him by the head and slowly rolls him over to his stomach before pulling him up to all fours. Noticing the official on the other side of PVP and out of sight, Drew quickly jams a thumb into PVP’s eye, taking away the sight from his right. PVP quickly covers his eye with his hand as he takes a few steps backwards, giving Drew room to get up without altercation. Drew then charges towards PVP and plants both hands onto his shoulders, driving him backwards across the ring before slamming him into the corner. Turning PVP’s body, Drew places his throat across the top rope and then reaches up from underneath the top rope, grabbing PVP’s head and pulling it down, choking him with the ropes. The official quickly rushes over for the five count as Drew cuts off his air supply.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Before the ref can finish the count, Drew quickly releases PVP’s head and acts innocent, holding both arms up and pretending as if he did nothing wrong. The official gets in Drew’s face, arguing the illegal use of the ropes. As if acting on stage for an entire audience watching, Drew quickly favors his knee, almost dropping to the mat but grabbing onto the official to keep him up. The official helps Drew, holding him up and once completely standing, Drew pops his leg up behind him, hitting PVP with a low blow.
JOHNSON: “OOHHHH!!! Did you see that?!”
VASSA: “I did see that but the question is, did the ref?”
JOHNSON: “After that acting performance he just did, I highly doubt it.”
PVP slowly drops down to a seated position in the corner as the official walks Drew to the other side of the ring. After guiding him to the ropes, the official then lays into Drew with another warning for the illegal use of the ropes. Giving in, Drew accepts the officials warning, not even giving him any resistance as the damage had already been done with the low blow.
VASSA: “Well there you have it! I think Drew got away with that low blow. The official has only warned him for the use of the ropes.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t even know why this type of behavior from Drew surprises me anymore. We’ve seen it ever since he stepped foot in 4CW.”
The official finally lays off of Drew, stepping to the side and clearing a path straight to PVP who is still down in the corner. Drew then storms across the ring, not favoring his leg one bit. Standing over PVP, Drew then grabs onto the top rope and begins stomping onto his mid-section. After kicking him nearly a dozen times, Drew then places his foot across PVP’s throat and presses down while using the ropes for leverage. With all of his strength, he chokes PVP once again as the official rushes over with the five count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Fi–“

Letting up at the last possible split second, Drew ends the officials five count. Stepping in between Drew and PVP, the official begins laying into Drew with another warning, backing him to the opposite side of the ring. Again, acting innocent, Drew pretends he did nothing wrong but the smirk on his face tells a different story. The official stands in between him and PVP for a few moments, giving PVP time to catch his breath and pull himself up to his feet.
JOHNSON: “I don’t see how the officials put up with this blatant disrespect for the rules set forth in that ring.”
VASSA: “Typically someone is given a couple of warning and Drew makes sure to take advantage of that. He knows he can get away with one or two good cheap moves and he’ll use that to his advantage.”
JOHNSON: “There comes a point where it’s a habit and this clearly is the case with Drew. There’s no excuse for it and the lack of discipline.”
VASSA: “Maybe you should take it up with his father in-law, Perry Wallace.”
JOHNSON: “Maybe I will!”
With PVP back on his feet, the official steps out of the way and allows Drew to get back into the match. Drew quickly moves in on PVP, who is still somewhat slow to react. Taking a swing PVP’s head, Drew comes up short as he ducks out of the way. Grabbing Drew by the wrist, PVP goes to whip him to the ropes but before he can release, Drew reverses the throw and ships him instead. Hitting the ropes and coming back with speed, PVP ducks underneath a clothesline from Drew and hits the ropes behind him. Bouncing off, PVP dives forward, hitting Drew in the back of his left knee with a chop block, taking him off his feet.
After hitting the mat hard, Drew quickly grabs ahold of his knee, holding it close to his chest as the pain reveals itself on by his facial expression. PVP quickly pops back up to his feet and grabs ahold of Drew, pulling him up as well. Locking onto his wrist, PVP then throws him to the nearby corner with all of his strength. Hitting the corner chest first, Drew bounces off and stumbles backwards as PVP races in and hits him in the back of the left knee with another chop block, taking him off his feet and dropping him to his back.
On his feet, PVP walks to Drew’s left side. Grabbing his leg with both hands, PVP jumps up from the mat and comes down, driving his knee into the side of Drew’s left knee. He then does it again and again, pounding on that knee and making it his focal point of attack. PVP then pulls Drew up, holding him in place as his knee can barely support the weight. PVP then wraps Drew up and lifts him into the air, going for an inverted atomic drop.

JOHNSON: “PVP is going for the Dynasty Crus–“
VASSA: “Wait a second!”
Before PVP begins to bring Drew down, Drew grabs ahold of his head with both hands and delivers a nasty headbutt right between PVP’s eyes. Releasing his hold, PVP drops Drew to his feet and quickly holds his head, leaving his mid-section open for Drew to hit him with a power punch to the stomach. Pulling PVP in, Drew wraps him up and then lifts him into the air for a T-bone suplex but as he flips him over, Drew’s leg gives out and he crashes to the mat with PVP landing on top of him.
VASSA: “The damage is showing! Drew’s left knee juts gave out on him!”
JOHNSON: “Just when he was going for a T-bone suplex!”
VASSA: “Talk about bad timing!”
Rolling off of Drew, PVP pushes himself up but right behind him, Drew does as well. Seeing that Drew is favoring his left knee, PVP stands back and watches as he slowly gets to his feet. Just as Drew stands with the weight on both feet, PPV charges in and hits him with a drop kick to the side of the left knee, sweeping him off his feet and dropping him to his back.
JOHNSON: “This isn’t looking good for Drew.”
VASSA: “This is karma at its finest!”
JOHNSON: “His left knee is obviously bothering him. The best thing he can do at this point is stay down and not give PVP any opportunities to attack it.”
Rolling back and forth on his back, Drew holds his knee with both arms. Grabbing ahold of Drew’s left foot, PVP pulls his entire leg straight and then rolls him over to his stomach. Raising his foot, PVP lifts his entire leg up from the canvas before slamming it down, driving his left knee into the mat. PVP then stands over Drew’s body and lifts him up from the mat to both knees. Locking in a cobra clutch, PVP pulls Drew up to both feet as he begins cranking down on the pressure.
VASSA: “There’s a cobra clutch from PVP and this might be over before we know it folks!”
JOHNSON: “Despite the badly beaten up knee, Drew is refusing to tap out here.”
VASSA: “Oh-oh! What’s PVP doing?!”
PVP then lifts Drew off his feet and drives him backwards to the canvas with a cobra clutch suplex.
JOHNSON: “SwagPlex Mark II!!!”
With Drew laid out, PVP rolls him over to his stomach and then makes the cover.

JOHNSON: “That’s it folks! PVP has won it right here on Adrenaline!”
“Princes of the Universe” hits the speakers as PVP stands to his feet and the official raises his arm into the air.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, PARKER VAN PPEETTEERRSS!!!”
VASSA: “Well there you have it ladies and gents. PVP came into this match with a game plan and that was taking out Drew’s foundation.”
JOHNSON: “He looked very calculated with those shots to the knee. If a person can’t stand on their own, how else are they supposed to fend for themselves?”
VASSA: “You make a valid poi–“
JOHNSON: “What’s he doing?!”
Taking off towards the ropes, PVP comes back on the rebound and leaps into the air, coming down with a running knee drop to the top of Drew’s left knee.
VASSA: “It is Steve but I think PVP just wanted to get one more shot in.”
JOHNSON: “One more unnecessary shot!”

Standing back to his feet, PVP looks down at the damage done before turning his back to Drew and leaving the ring.
VASSA: “You can’t say that Drew didn’t have this coming.”
JOHNSON: “Maybe he did but enough is enough. Do it during the match, not after the bell has sounded. That was a blatant cheap shot from PVP!”

The camera fades backstage before the big six man tag team match and you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell standing in the hallway stretching. All dressed in his ring attire with a pair of red Beats Solo2 headphones on. As you see a hand come into the camera picture that taps CJ on his shoulders. Caleb turns around and sees a brunette woman standing in front of him. As Caleb removes the headphones from his ears and places them on his shoulders as a smile comes across his face.
O’DONNELL: “Sorry ma’am but I am not signing autographs tonight. I have an important six man tag team match against Omerta and Pink Eye in a few short minutes.”
The brunette that stood on his side seemed unbothered by CJ’s statement. As she continues to stand near him, she crosses her arms over her chest as she continues to look at him.
O’DONNELL: “Seriously, why the fuck are you staring at me? I know I am a gorgeous person to look at but drooling is not attractive especially on a woman. So little lady if you can step to the side I want to make sure I am in the right mindset for this big match. I wasn’t quite myself at South Beach Brawl and people are starting to chatter that I am the weakest link in Unstable.”
As Caleb puts the headphones back on his head he walks pass the brunette accidentally brushing shoulders with her.
O’DONNELL: “Watch where you are going…”
Caleb continues down the hallway as the brunette continues to follow him. CJ feels her presence behind him and quickly turns around.
The young woman shakes her head momentarily, before she finally opens her mouth to speak.
? ? ?:”Why? That’s all I want to know, why?”
CJ looks at the brunette perplexed by her question and shrugs his shoulders.
O’DONNELL: “What the hell are you talking about?”
The young woman walks forward and places her right hand on CJ’s shoulder. She looks at him right in his eyes, almost as if to stare deeply into his soul.
? ? ?:”Why… would your parents put Reese O’Donnell up for adoption?”
O’DONNELL: “Who the hell is Reese O’Donnell?”
The young brunette places both of her hands onto CJ’s shoulders clearly with intentions of making him slightly uncomfortable.
? ? ?:”That would be me, Reese Spencer, or O’Donnell, I really can’t tell what it’s supposed to be anymore.”
O’DONNELL: “Listen I am flattered you wanna be my sister and all but I have one already her name is Victoria. Even tho I can not stand the bitch and haven’t spoken to hear in over a year atleast I know she has all her marbles unlike you. Now I really need to get ready for this match and talk strategy with Cashe, Morrison and Madison.”
Reese takes a firm grip onto CJ’s shoulder with her right hand. Seemingly agitated by his resistance, she takes a deep breath before speaking once more.
SPENCER:”I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m not the one with the screws loose. Do you really think that I would be coming at you completely unarmed with fact that back up my claim? Do you really think that I’d be that brazen? I’ve spent the last few months searching for my birth parents, just to have the knowledge of who they were. Do you really think that I would just make that up? Trust me, it’s not for whatever family riches we have. If I truly wanted that, I would stay with the gravy train that adopted me. That’s not what I want though, I want my real family. If you don’t believe me, I have copies of my adoption papers. I can show you that I am indeed your sister, and that I’m not crazy.”
O’DONNELL: “Listen here and listen good Reese. Anyone can forge a birth certificate nowadays. I am sure they even have an app for that on the iPhone now. You see like the type of person who was handed everything in life and never had to work for anything in your life. You probably have a trust fund don’t you? So unless you have something other than a piece of paper to prove you are what you say you are than get out of my way.”
With a smirk, Reese reaches into the back pocket of her jeans. There, she takes out a folded piece of paper and hands it over to CJ.
SPENCER:”The proof is the pudding bro. Don’t worry though, I’m more than willing to share part of my Spencer family trust with you if Donald Trump becomes President of the United States.”
Caleb shakes his head at Reese’s last statement.
O’DONNELL: “Honestly, I could give a shit or care less who becomes President of this country as it doesn’t make or break me. There is a reason why I am in Unstable. Why they call me the heart of it. Why they call me the mastermind. I do not want any handouts in life. So Peanut Butter Cup you can take this piece of paper and…”
Caleb finally looks down at the paper in his hands and his attitude for some reason changes.
O’DONNELL: “This can not be possible. How are you my sister? Maybe that is why my sister hates me so much because she knew she had a younger sister only two years after me. But why didn’t my parents tell me and why are you coming around now? Are you trying to break into the wrestling business or something?”

Reese lets out a laugh as she looks at CJ with a smirk.
SPENCER:”I don’t need you to reward me with the pleasure of breaking into the business, already done. I just want answers as much as you do.”
O’DONNELL: “Where are you wrestling? So what can I help you with Reese?”
SPENCER:”I want answers that’s it, but I may be able to aide you more than you’ll ever know, brother.”
O’DONNELL: “And how is that?”
SPENCER:”Well, that’s something I guess you’ll have to wait and see about.”
Reese once again looks at CJ staring straight into his eyes.
SPENCER:”Don’t you have a match to win?”
O’DONNELL: “I do. We will get together after the show alright?”
Reese nods her head in agreement to CJ’s question as both of them walk down the long hallway still talking with each other but the camera is unable to pick up the audio.

Backstage, the camera is set at the 4CW interviewer station. In front of the seventy-two inch flat screen television that is hanging on the supported steel beam, stands 4CW’s new backstage correspondent, Logan Bianchi. The young brunette has a smile on her face, and her long brunette hair flows over her white dress. Logan raises a trademark 4CW microphone up to her mouth as she begins to speak.
BIANCHI: ”Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Logan Bianchi, and I 4CW’s newest backstage correspondent. It is an absolute pleasure to be here, and it is my honor to have this be my first official interview. Please my guests at this time; Trishelle Jordan, Raquel Santiago, and Taryn Robinson, the 4CW Hot Shots!”
The camera pans over to the side, where Trishelle Jordan and Raquel Santiago both stand on the side of Taryn Robinson. Taryn, who is wearing her referee get up from earlier in the night. All three women look at Logan, who has the microphone next to her mouth.
BIANCHI: ”Ladies, earlier tonight we saw what happens when Taryn Robinson officiates a match here in for 4CW. With that said, I have to ask Taryn, why would you do something like that to Kat Jones?”
Taryn, who was visibly upset about the situation, looks at Logan with much dismay. She then looks down at the microphone that is sitting in front of her face, then begins to speak.
ROBINSON:”You seriously did not ask me that question. Look, I was calling that match right down the middle. It is not my fault that Kat decided to attempt to get in my face like that. Now, it’s not my fault that I was left out of the picture. Now, for Laroy Jones to step in on MY match, was completely out of line.”
Logan pulls the microphone back and begins to speak once again.
BIANCHI: ”But the question still remains, why are you targeting Kat Jones? “
Taryn takes Logan’s arm and pulls it closer to her.
ROBINSON:”That’s pretty simple, look at us. We are the pinnacle of beauty and strength in women’s wrestling. Kat Jones, is a disgrace. Kat Jones is everything that I hate about women’s wrestling today. Let’s think about this, what woman in her right mind is all about getting eviscerated in a wrestling ring with men? That’s not what the great women in this business were about. That’s why I have targeted her. That’s why WE have targeted her becau…”
Suddenly, Trishelle reaches over and grabs the microphone.
JORDAN:”Taryn, why don’t you speak for yourself. You’ve targeted Kat, this isn’t something that I support. The only reason I’m here is because I support you. However, I don’t support your malicious attack on Kat. By the way, that was far from impartiality in that match. ”
As Trishelle walks away, Taryn and Raquel look at each other.
SANTIAGO:”Don’t you dare worry about her, thee Raquel supports you.”
As both women walk away from the scene, the camera focuses back in on Logan Bianchi.
BIANCHI: ”Well, I have a feeling this isn’t the last that we’ve heard about this situation.”
The scene then fades.


JOHNSON: “And now we have our main event ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: “Unstable and Omerta will mix things up with a six person tag-team match.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know if you can technically call this team Omerta. Erron and Dakota are proud members of Omerta but Rorie isn’t. Plus Erron took a nasty hit to the head earlier. Who knows what kind of shape he’s in.”
VASSA: “I guess you’re right, even though she’s blowing every person in Omerta.”
JOHNSON: “I’m not quite sure you can accurately say that either.”
VASSA: “What the fuck, Steve?! Work with me here!”
JOHNSON: “Who knows, I could be wrong. Maybe Rorie works well with the men from Omerta, but the fact remains that Erron could be a problem in this match up.”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t necessarily call him a problem, maybe more of a handicap depending on the damage he took earlier with that bump on the head. Him and Madison went at it pretty hard.”
JOHNSON: “If you add all these factors together, this could spell out trouble for them going against a team the likes of Unstable.”
VASSA: “So what you’re saying is that Unstable has the upper hand?”
JOHNSON: “Depending on the status of Erron and how Rorie works with him and Dakota, yes.”
VASSA: “Wow, this shit really is biased as fuck!”
“When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won’t regret when the sun sets
Cause I live my life like I’m a beast
I’m a mothafucking beast”
“Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I’m a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire”
“I’m a motherfucking beast”

As the beginning notes of “Beast” begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, “The Distinguished” slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing “The Unstable”! He is “THE DISTINGUISHED” CEE JAY OOOOOO… DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”
As O’Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
“I’ma motherfucking beast
I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”
“I’m a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain’t no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That’s how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street”

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.
“I’ma I’ma fuckin’ beast!
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

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

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.

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.
The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint before the screen cuts to black with white lettering that spells out “Unstable”. The crowd jumps to their feet, a 50/50 split between cheers and boos, as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).
“We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.
VASSA: “Unstable holds two thirds of the singles gold on Adrenaline.”
JOHNSON: “These three are a well oiled machine in terms or working together. No matter who they stand across the ring from, they’re a threat, whether you like them or not.”
VASSA: “We’ve been waiting to see Unstable and Omerta go head to head as a team and I can’t help but feel disappointed that Cyrus isn’t booked in this match up.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know if he’s in the building tonight. I haven’t seen or heard anything from him.”
VASSA: “Unstable better watch their backs then because he’s the wildcard that could come out of nowhere and stack the odds in Omerta’s favor.”
JOHNSON: “He could but let’s not forget that Unstable has other members here, even though they’re from other promotions.”
VASSA: “We just need to lock these two groups up in a cage together and let them sort out their differences.”
JOHNSON: “That’s honestly not a bad idea, Vinny.”
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.
“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”

VASSA: “This is normally the part where we see Erron but I’m not finding him anywhere. What about you, Steve?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t see him either and the fans haven’t given any reaction to the sight of him.”
VASSA: “Maybe he’s just waiting for a grand appearance!”
Nearly a minute passes before the music abruptly stops playing.
JOHNSON: “There goes his music. Maybe Erron isn’t coming out tonight?”
VASSA: “No way he’d abandon Dakota, his Omerta brother in arms.”
JOHNSON: “He received medical attention earlier after that altercation with Madison. Maybe he isn’t capable of coming out here tonight. I honestly do not know because I haven’t heard anything.”
The lights dim, as “Sex Metal Barbie” by In This Moment starts to play. As the music starts to pick up, lights flash with the stammering sounds. A female figure comes out, hands in the air. Lights stream up behind her, her front still dark. As the first verse is sang, she turns her back to the crowd, arms still up. She spins around through the lyrics in a seductive dance, her silhouette showing off every asset.
“You know I heard I don’t belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let’s go!”

The lights flash forward, showing Rorie in all of her glory. She smirks at the crowd, walking down to the ring.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall! She is “The Original Sex Kitten” and “Sweetest Ass in the Game”, RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”
She teases a few fans of her choosing as she goes. She walks to the steps, climbing up. She slowly bends her body forward to get into the ring. When finally inside, she goes to each post, getting up on the turnbuckle to blow kisses to the crowd.
“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.
VASSA: “Well there’s two thirds of our second team. The odds are already stacked against them and the bell hasn’t even sounded.”
JOHNSON: “You were asking about Cyrus earlier… well right now would be a great time for him to make an appearance and even things out.”
VASSA: “Even if that were to happen, would be even be allowed to compete since the match doesn’t have him booked in it to begin with?”
JOHNSON: “It would come down to the official’s ruling but given the fact that Omerta is aligned with Perry Wallace, I’m sure the boss man himself would weigh in on the decision.”
VASSA: “And now that’s even biased! This whole match is fucked!”
JOHNSON: “Speaking of championships earlier and how there were two thirds of the singles titles of Adrenaline in the ring. Well now we have all three of the Adrenaline Championships in the ring, and the biggest championship in all of 4CW, that being the 4CW Championship.”
VASSA: “There is a lot of gold in that ring right now but unfortunately for them, none of it is on the line here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Just imagine if Cyrus and Rorie had retained the Tag-Team Championships, then we would have every Adrenaline Championship in the ring.”
VASSA: “And IF my aunt had a dick she’d be my uncle but she doesn’t.”
JOHNSON: “That’s just gross.”
With both teams in the ring, they talk amongst themselves in their corners as the official stands in the center of the ring. Coming to an agreement, Rorie exits onto the apron, leaving Dakota to start the match for their team. Across the ring, Cashe’s eyes light up at the sight as his hands begin patting both Madison and CJ’s backs repeatedly. The two then exit the ring, leaving Cashe to start the match with Dakota.
VASSA: “Here we go, cousins starting the match off tonight in this main event of ours.”
JOHNSON: “These two men have never really had a match together so this should be rather interesting considering their family ties also factoring in.”
VASSA: “I just hope it doesn’t end up like the posters I’ve seen because I don’t want to see Cashe get molested in the ring tonight.”
Cashe and Dakota stand in their corners with the official in the center of the ring. Slowly raising his hand into the air, the official then swings it downward, calling for the bell.

Popping out of his corner, Cashe skips to the center of the ring as Dakota slowly approaches in now hurry whatsoever. The two stand face to face and stare into one another’s eyes for a moment in silence as the crowd grows louder and louder, hoping a brawl breaks out between the two. Turning his head to the side, Dakota cracks his neck and in return, Cashe doesn’t the same but in an imitating fashion. Catching Cashe off guard, Dakota kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the blow. In a flash, Dakota pops his arm up and then slams it down, driving his elbow into the back of Cashe’s head. Wrapping Dakota’s legs up with both arms, Cashe begins driving forward, pushing Dakota backwards before going to lift him into the air. Feeling his body raise, Dakota begins slamming violent elbows into the top of Cashe’s back, finally stopping him in place and dropping the weight of his body. Reaching over Cashe’s back, Dakota grabs the back of his pants and holds him in place while kicking his knee up and slamming it into Cashe’s chest over and over.
Pushing Cashe backwards, Dakota creates a small space between the two before grabbing Cashe by the back of the head and dropping to a seated position, planting Cashe’s face into the mat with a sit-out facebuster. Rolling over to his back, Cashe rubs the bridge of his nose as it appears to be what took the impact from the move. Pushing himself up, Dakota quickly rushes in beside Cashe and begins stomping on his chest repeatedly. Reaching down and grabbing Cashe by the beard, Dakota pulls him up and then applies a side headlock, holding his head tightly against his body. With his free hand, Dakota begins laying punches into Cashe’s face before grabbing a handful of beard and yanking it away from his face. Planting his hand on Dakota’s back, Cashe pushes forward with all of his strength and sends Dakota running to the ropes after releasing the headlock. Hitting the ropes hard and coming back with speed, Dakota closes in on Cashe standing his ground and knocks him flat on his back with a shoulder block.
Popping back to his feet, Cashe yells for Dakota to go to the ropes again and do the same thing. Not turning down a challenge, Dakota turn to the ropes and this time comes back even quicker, laying Cashe on his back once more with another shoulder block. Frustrated, Cashe quickly gets back up and then lunges forward with both hands, slapping Dakota across the chest and demanding him try it one more time. Shrugging his shoulders, Dakota then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. Hitting the ropes and coming back on the rebound, Dakota puts all of his weight behind his shoulder as he aims it for Cashe. As Dakota closes in, Cashe quickly lowers his head and thrusts it forward, planting the top of his head underneath Dakota’s chin and knocking him backwards as his head whips back. With Dakota on his toes, Cashe then charges in and hits him with a running European uppercut to the chops, knocking him into the ropes. Extending his arms, Dakota grabs onto the top rope and keeps himself from springing off.

JOHNSON: “These two could literally go back and forth like this all night and I don’t think either man would back down from the other.”
VASSA: “The only way I see that ending would be with both men laid out unconscious.”
JOHNSON: “They may be on opposite ends in terms of alliances but they’re really not that different from one another.”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t go that far. Dakota does eat people and do sexual things to dead bodies… Oh wait, I’m pretty sure Cashe would do that second thing as well.”
JOHNSON: “You are one sick individual.”
Cashe charges towards Dakota on the ropes and lunges forward with all of his might, aiming right for his head with a striking elbow.
VASSA: “Mark of Jas–“
JOHNSON: “Wait, Dakota counters!”
Side stepping Cashe, Dakota lifts his knee and plants it into Cashe’s open mid-section. Falling into the ropes, Cashe quickly grabs onto them, holding himself up. Grabbing the back of Cashe’s head with both hands, Dakota presses his face against the top rope and then drags him to the nearby corner, giving him a nasty burn to the face with the rope. Once at the corner, Dakota pulls his head up and then slams it down, face-first into the top turnbuckle. Pulling Cashe’s head back again, Dakota goes to slam it forward but this time before he does, Cashe jabs an elbow into Dakota’s arm pit, breaking his hold. Turning to face Dakota, Cashe then grabs his head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Turning Dakota around, Cashe locks onto his arm and then whips him across the ring to the corner where his Unstable allies watch from the outside. Just as Dakota crashes into the corner, CJ reaches over the ropes and holds him in place as Cashe takes off from stand still and charges at him full speed. Jumping up from the mat, Cashe holds up his feet in front of him and then plants them into Dakota’s chest with a dropkick. Falling to his back, Cashe hits the mat hard but looks up to the sight of CJ and Madison throwing punches over the top rope and beating Dakota from both sides.
VASSA: “This is the worst possible place for Dakota to be right now.”
JOHNSON: “This isn’t the first time he’s been surrounded by Unstable. He was kidnapped by them if you don’t recall.”
VASSA: “I do remember that actually. Goddamn Steve, seriously?”
Back on his feet, Cashe points for CJ and Madison to hold Dakota by the arms, exposing the front of his body. The official begins counting from behind, furious at the two Unstable members attacking Dakota.
“One! … Two!”

With Dakota helpless, Cashe then winds up, showing off in the process, before lunging forward and clocking Dakota upside the head with a powerful right. CJ and Madison release Dakota as he drops to the mat in a seated position with his back to the corner. Reaching over the ropes, Cashe and Madison slap hands, initiating the tag. Grabbing onto the top rope, Cashe begins stomping on Dakota and using it as leverage while Madison enters the ring and the official begins the five count.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

Once in the ring, Madison taps on Cashe’s shoulder, stopping him ion the middle of his assault. Cashe then dips through the ropes, leaving Madison in the ring as the legal man. Pulling Dakota up from the mat, Madison holds onto his arm and drags him away from the corner. Pulling him in quickly, Madison then drives his shoulder forward, planting it into Dakota’s. Wrapping Dakota up, Madison then lifts him off his feet and takes him to the mat with a T-bone suplex. Crawling over to Dakota, Madison positions himself beside him and then holds him in place with both hands while driving repeated knee strikes into Dakota’s ribs. Pushing himself up, Madison paces the ring for a moment before going back at it with kicks to Dakota’s ribs. Grabbing a handful of beard with one hand and his arm with the other, Madison drags Dakota to his feet.
Out of nowhere, Dakota swats Madison’s arms away and then grabs ahold of his shoulders, pulling his body in and popping his knee up, hitting him with a low blow out of the officials sight. Madison drops down to both knees as his face begins to turn bright red. Taking a few steps backwards, Dakota then charges forward and hits Madison in the face with a running knee lift, knocking him to his back. Not wasting anytime, Dakota pulls Madison up and then whips him to the corner where Rorie stands on the outside. As his back slams against the corner, Rorie pops her knee through the ropes and drives it into his lower back. Madison falls forward but before he drops down too much, Dakota is right there to greet him with a yakuza kick to the head.

VASSA: “After a knee to the back from Whorie, Dakota is right there to lay him out with a Yakuza kick. Talk about brutality.”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know what else you were expecting when this match was even announced.”
On his feet, Dakota looks down at Madison and the damage done. He then grabs Madison’s foot and places it on the middle rope before turning to Rorie and making the tag. Vaulting herself over the top rope, Rorie comes down with a vicious stomp to Madison’s elevated knee. Exiting the ring, Dakota steps onto the apron, leaving Rorie as the legal person in the ring. Pulling Madison up from the mat, she then slams him back-first into the corner and locks onto the top rope with both hands, using it for leverage as she begins kicking Madison in the stomach over and over. She eventually stomps him to a seated position in the corner before taking a few steps back and stopping close to the center of the ring. Running towards Madison, Rorie jumps into the air with her legs spread, crashing onto Madison’s face with a bronco buster.
JOHNSON: “What?”
After straddling Madison’s face for a few moments, Rorie stands back up and then grabs him by the head with both hands, pulling him up to his feet. Dragging him away from the corner, Rorie then hits him across the chest with a knife-edge chop. The flesh on flesh slapping sound pierces over the loud crowd. Rorie then hits him with another and another, slowly backing him towards the ropes. Feeling his back touch the ropes, Madison uses it to bounce forward, catching Rorie by surprise and kicking her in the stomach.
VASSA: “Man I hope she wasn’t expecting!”
JOHNSON: “Are you kidding me right now? Seriously?”
VASSA: “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We all know that she would have had it taken care of by now.”
Pulling Rorie’s head between his legs, Madison then wraps her up around the waist, Jumping over Rorie, Madison lifts her up and flips her over, driving her head into the canvas with a flipping piledriver. Surveying the damage, Madison then goes to make the cover as the official drops down for the count.

JOHNSON: “It’s Erron Wilder!”
Hopping over the barricade, Wilder slides into the ring as the officials hand hits the mat for a second time.

VASSA: “Look out!”
Popping up to his feet, Wilder rushes over and kicks Madison in the back of the head.

Breaking up the count, Erron knocks Madison off of Rorie.
JOHNSON: “Erron came just at the right time to break up that count.”
VASSA: “What was Dakota doing? He was either not paying attention, didn’t care to break up a pin on Rorie, or maybe, just maybe he was playing it cool so Unstable didn’t see Erron coming.”
JOHNSON: “I guess it’s just one of those things we’ll never know.”
Rubbing the back of his head, Madison then pushes himself up and turns around, furious to see it’s Erron. The two then begin throwing punches, Erron getting the upper hand as he catches Madison in the eye with a hard right. As the two brawl, the official then begins the five count for Erron being in the ring illegally.

Backing Madison across the ring, Erron lays into him with quick punches, hitting him faster than he can react.

Erron then grabs Madison and begins pushing him backwards a bit before slamming him into the corner with Cashe and CJ.

Clocking Madison with a hard right, Erron whips his head and body to the side and as it does, Madison’s arm collides into CJ. The official quickly recognizes it as a tag while continuing the count.

Erron then lifts Madison up and tosses him over the top rope and down to the floor. Exiting the ring himself, he steps through the ropes right before the official can count to five. On his feet before Erron can get settled, Madison hits Erron with a knee strike to the ribs, forcing him to buckle to that side. Grabbing Erron’s head, Madison then pulls him away from the ring and throws him down onto the bottom of the entrance ramp.
JOHNSON: “Erron came out of nowhere and now him and Madison are going at it!”
VASSA: “Just when you think you have Omerta down they come back fighting harder than before.”
JOHNSON: “So for those of you who may not have noticed, during that scuffle in the ring, Madison actually came into contact with CJ, initiating a tag. Madison is no longer the legal man in the match.”
VASSA: “CJ is the next man up but it looks like him and Cashe can’t stop watching this brawl at ringside.”
CJ finally enters the ring but with Rorie still down, he looks to the outside where Madison and Erron go back and forth, beating the crap out of each other. The two make their way up the entrance ramp, exchanging punches and kicks, no one really getting the advantage over the other.
JOHNSON: “CJ and Cashe need to pay attention to what’s in the ring because Rorie is starting to get up.”
VASSA: “I don’t know, I can hardly stop watching these two brawl up the ramp.”
As Madison and Erron fight on the entrance stage, Rorie finally makes it up to her feet unnoticed as CJ and Cashe watch the brawl as well.
VASSA: “She’s back on her feet and no one even knows it!”
Sneaking up behind CJ, Rorie wraps her arms around his head and applies a headlock. Pulling him down, she drops him across her knee with a backbreaker. CJ drops to his stomach on the mat and instantly, Rorie jumps straight up and comes down with a double foot stomp right between his shoulder blades. Pulling CJ up from the mat, she then whips him to the far corner. CJ crashes hard into the corner and can barely hold himself up. Running towards him, Rorie then does a handspring, pushing off the mat and vaulting herself into the air. Flying towards Chris backwards, she connects with a back elbow. Moving out of the way, she watches as CJ stumbles forward. Running up behind him, she leaps into the air, grabs his head and plants his face into the mat with a bulldog.
JOHNSON: “This is what happens when you get distracted!”
VASSA: “The fight is still taking place up the ram and look at Cashe, he doesn’t know what fight to keep his eyes on.”
Still on their feet at the top of the stage, Erron and Madison continue to pound each others face with hard hitting pushes. The two then finally make their way through the curtain and to the back, disappearing from sight. Back in the ring, Rorie pulls CJ up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, she then whips him to the corner where Dakota waits on the apron. CJ crashes into the corner stomach first and as he bounces off, Rorie is right there behind him, grabbing his head with both hands. Slamming his head forward, she plants his face into the turnbuckle and begins doing it over and over as the crowd counts along with each thud.
“Two! … Three! … Four! … Five!”

Turning CJ around, Rorie pushes his head over the top rope and then presses down on it, choking him with the rope across the throat. While choking him, she then makes the tag with Dakota as the official makes the five count.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

With Dakota in the ring, Rorie releases CJ and then exits through the ropes. Dakota then drags CJ away from the corner and flips him over to his back with a snapmare. With CJ down, Dakota turns to the corner and ascends to the top. Leaping away from the corner, Dakota comes down with a leg drop.

Rolling out of the way, CJ avoids the leg drop as Dakota crashes hard to the mat. Slow to get up, CJ finally stands as Dakota rolls back and forth, holding his backside. Walking up behind Dakota, CJ then begins laying elbow strikes to the back of Dakota’s head. After landing nearly a dozen, he then pulls Dakota up and turns him around, kicking him in the stomach and then following up with a quick DDT. Rolling backwards, CJ pushes himself up into a handstand before dropping down to his feet. Meanwhile, Dakota rolls over to his back and pushes himself up to a seated position. Turning to the ropes, CJ hits the ones on the other side of the ring and comes back with a running dropkick to the back of Dakota’s head, rolling him forward until stopping on his back.
On his feet, CJ looks to Dakota in shock as the man refuses to stay down. Pulling himself up with the ropes, Dakota slowly climbs to his feet but before he can fully stand, CJ charges in and drives an elbow to his ribs. As if reflex, Dakota throws an elbow backwards and hits CJ square in the mouth, busting open his lip. Dakota then spins around, throwing his arm wildly at CJ’s head. Ducking out of the way, CJ counters with a quick punch to the stomach, forcing Dakota to lunge over from the impact. Hooking his arm around Dakota’s head, CJ then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him into the air, dropping him to the mat with a vertical suplex.
Pushing himself back up, CJ looks to Dakota who again, is pushing himself up slowly but surely. Moving in before he can get up, CJ grabs Dakota by the head and begins slamming hard knees into the side of his head. Still pushing himself up, Dakota manages to get to his feet but CJ transitions the knees to his face, laying them across it one after another. Locking onto Dakota’s wrist, CJ then whips him to the ropes and takes off to the ones opposite. As the two approach each other in the center of the ring, CJ goes for a clothesline but comes up empty handed as Dakota ducks underneath. The two continue running and hit the ropes again, this time as the approach in the center of the ring, Dakota jumps up and goes for a dropkick to CJ’s face. Rolling to the mat, CJ avoids the Dakota falls back down to the mat. Seeing that Dakota is pushing himself up, CJ then goes to the ropes once more and as he comes back, Dakota gets up to one knee but CJ hits him in the face with a running high knee.

VASSA: “The champ goes down!”
JOHNSON: “After a series of failed attempts, CJ lays out Dakota with a running high knee to the face.”
With Dakota laid out on his back, CJ crawls over and slowly makes the cover as the official comes in for the count but Rorie dips through the ropes.

Running towards CJ, Rorie goes to break up the pin but blindsiding her, Cashe wraps her up and pushes her to the ropes.

Rorie then digs both thumbs into Cashe’s eyes, trying to free herself.
VASSA: “Oh no, he’s going to have pinkeye in the morning! There’s no telling where those fingers have been!”

Cashe and Rorie continue struggling with one another before Rorie presses her thumbs harder into his eyes and then gives him a quick knee to family jewels. Cashe releases his hold of her and drops to both knee.
JOHNSON: “Oh, that’s uncalled for!”
With Cashe down and CJ already making the pin, Rorie looks on for a moment before throwing her hands up and waving things off. She then climbs through the ropes and stands on the outside, looking at Dakota laid out in the ring and CJ standing tall over him.
VASSA: “There’s nothing she can do about it now.”
JOHNSON: “The match is all said and done, the best thing for her is to stay out of Unstable’s way.”
CJ walks over to Cashe and helps him up to his feet. Grabbing Cashe’s arm, CJ raises it into the air as the official raises his.

POWERS: “Here are your winners, UUUUUNNNNNNNNSTABLE!!!”
“Blackened” hits the speakers as CJ and Cashe stand side by side in the ring, victorious.
JOHNSON: “After a brutal back and forth match up between both teams, Unstable was able to pull off the win here tonight.”
VASSA: “It wasn’t an easy win for them, even with Erron being MIA for the most part.”
JOHNSON: “Just when it looked like Madison was about to wrap things up, Erron came in for the save.”
VASSA: “Speaking of them, where exactly are they now?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but I’m receiving word that we have a camera backstage with them and the brawl is still taking place!”

Connecting with a hard right to Madison’s jaw, Erron knocks him backwards into boxes of equipment for the show. Madison fires back and connects with a left to the shoulder and then a headbutt right between Erron’s eyes. The two continue beating each other until a swarm of security flood the area, splitting the two apart.
VASSA: “No, don’t break up the fight!”
JOHNSON: “It was bound to happen sooner or later and right now is as good of a time as any because we’re out of time!”
VASSA: “This is some bullshit!”
JOHNSON: “Call it what you will but the time clock doesn’t lie! Be sure to tune in two weeks from now as we head to the Pan American Center in Las Cruces, New Mexico for Adrenaline! I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful evening and we’ll see you in two weeks. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa, cut the damn feed then!”