FATE E07 (067)


FATE E07 [067]
KNOXVILLE CIVIC COLISEUM KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE
MARCH 4TH, 2016

The cameras sweep through the Knoxville Civic Coliseum, catching the packed house cheering wildly from one corner of the arena to the next. The place is practically sold out and the sounds are deafening. As the camera pans across the front row several fans are wearing t-shirts from wrestlers across all brands from 4CW. Finally the focus settles in on the announcer’s table.

GRIFFIN: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the seventh episode of Fate! I am Demi Griffin and this is Ronnie Matthews.”

MATTHEWS: “We have a big night in store for viewers at home and everyone here live. Not only are we expecting to hear about the second championship coming to Fate, but in our main event Niobe Martin has her rematch against Rob Hewitt, who defeated her for the Fate Championship at Winter Wasteland.”

GRIFFIN: “Niobe wants what she considers to be her title back, and you can bet that Rob is determined to keep it. That is going to be a battle.”

MATTHEWS: “It surely is, but we’ve got a great series of matches before that as well. Without further adieu, let’s get to them! Up first we have newcomer and Order member Aamon against another recent addition to Fate, Carter Williams.”

AAMON VS. CARTER WILLIAMS

The lights in the arena drop. “Solaris” by Celldweller begins to play over the speakers and the lights pulse and fade with the music. On the third pulse, instead of completely fading, the lights stay on low and Aamon is seen standing at the top of the ramp, with his hands in his pockets.

POWERS: “Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty-two pounds… Aaamooon!!!”

As the music picks up, the lights start to pulse between normal and low with the music as Aamon slowly makes his way down to the arena, completely ignoring fans in the stadium. As he gets to the edge of the ring, Aamon stops for a moment and the lights go out again. When they come back on he is seen standing in the middle of the ring. He walks to the far side of the ring and then waits for his opponent.

“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI blasts out over the speakers. The music plays for a bit before Carter Williams can be seen walking out from back stage slowly. He keeps his head down, but can be seen looking from side to side towards the fans. He continues to walk forward slowly, almost strutting, a small smirk forming has he goes.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at two hundred thirty-two pounds… ‘The Free Will,’ Caaarteeer Wiiilliaaams!!!”

Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp he looks upwards towards the ring. He lets out a loud scream before bursting forward and sliding into the ring, quickly spinning onto his feet in the middle of the ring. He removes the towel from around his neck and holds it out to his side in one arm. With both arms outstretched he drops to a knee and looks directly upwards.

The official checks with both corners before calling for the bell to start the evening off.

DING!!! DING!!!

Incensed after his loss to Buford King on the preceding show, Carter storms out of his corner and straight at Aamon, wrapping him up for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Aamon looks surprised at the big man’s speed, but is right back on his feet. Williams chargers in again, but Aamon is prepared and catches him with a twisting neckbreaker! Undeterred, Carter is back on his feet and sends Aamon reeling backwards with an uppercut!

MATTHEWS: “A rapid back and forth between Williams and Aamon to start off.”

GRIFFIN: “I thought that Williams might get the upper hand after that first belly-to-belly, but Aamon adjusted quickly.”

Aamon hits the ropes and comes back with some extra speed for a running DDT to Carter. The Samoan looks rattled as he stands once more, just in time to catch a dropkick that sends him into the corner. Aamon dashes across the ring, looking for a big splash, but Williams lunges out as he closes in and unleashes a flurry of straight jabs! Aamon finally manages to deflect one and drives Carter into the turnbuckles with a corner clothesline!

GRIFFIN: “Ouch!”

MATTHEWS: “To which part? The jabs or that clothesline?”

GRIFFIN: “Both, actually.”

Williams shakes out the cobwebs, a little unsteady on his feet for a step or two as he comes out of the corner. However, as soon as Aamon tries to close in, he hits an spinning back kick that doubles the other man over! Carter follows up with a hard knee to the gut that practically drops Aamon, but somehow he manages to stay on his feet. Aamon catches another incoming jab and twists Williams’ arm around behind him for an arm wrench! Carter thinks fast and reaches back, flipping Aamon over and down to the canvas with a one-handed snapmare!

MATTHEWS: “Quick thinking by Carter Williams, and impressive strength as well.”

GRIFFIN: “Carter might be starting to take it away…”

With Aamon temporarily laid out, Carter backs across the ring and sprints forward for a running senton! He starts to go for the pin, but the other man is already moving away. Both are on their feet at the same time, Williams pressing the offensive immediately, but paying for it when Aamon catches him with a spinebuster! Aamon pops right back up and hits a knee drop to Carter’s chest! Williams clutches his sternum and forces himself to his feet. He sees Aamon running at him just in time to lean over and send the other man flying with a back body drop!

GRIFFIN: “I may have spoken too soon. Carter is still on the offensive, but Aamon seems to be holding him back.”

MATTHEWS: “Both men are clearly starting to feel the effects of the match.”

Carter heads for the ropes without looking back to check on his opponent, rebounding off for extra momentum. Meanwhile, Aamon is already back on his feet! Williams finds himself on the receiving end of a running big boot that knocks him half way across the ring before he hits the canvas. The audience pops for the move, though they aren’t precisely cheering either man. Aamon paces back and forth, biding his time as Carter tries to shake out the cobwebs from the impact. Just as he gets to his feet, Aamon races in and to take advantage of the opening!

MATTHEWS: “The Black Hole! Aamon took Carter Williams down with the Black Hole!”

GRIFFIN: “And now he’s going for the pin, he’s got the leg!”

The official slides in beside the pair for the count as Aamon makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

“Solaris” plays out once again as Aamon stands and the ref raises his hand in the air.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Aaamooon!!!”

GRIFFIN: “What a debut for Aamon!”

MATTHEWS: “He certainly has plenty to be proud of. If Tanya Black and Jace Savage pick up a win later tonight, the Order will be on a roll. But that remains to be seen! We’ve still got several matches to go before that Headline bout.”

The cameras go somewhere in the arena, but because it’s pitch black, you have no idea of the location or who was in the room, but you can hear noises coming from a man. You hear the man rocking backwards and forwards on a creaking chair which when the lights come on, you see The Green Disease German Monster Lord Raab wearing his burnt, but also his mask that’s got no burns too.

While he’s sitting on a chair in his locker room, he had a lot of anger feelings towards his opponent tonight, along with a bit of a change that he comes to mind with as he begins to speak.

LORD RAAB: “So I guess people are wondering why have I said things about being the mainstay of 4CW. Let’s say when I lost that match against Brody two weeks ago, I begin to think to myself, why am I moaning about being moved to Fate when this could benefit me. Benefit me to show the world just how much I actually put my blood, sweat and tears on the line for this company I’ve been apart with for two years. Now it’s the time I start to show it.”

Raab really meant it when it came to being apart of the company that he started to care a lot for 4CW Fate and wanting to be the face of it with or without the title. He now turns to his opponent.

LORD RAAB: “Now Zolton you piece of shit, I never known how much hype you just are because let’s face it, you’ve done absolutely nothing in this place to claim how you are better than other people, including yourself. You aren’t better than anybody, I think if anything, you are the worst person for attitude wise in this company right now, acting around like you’re a joke. It would be a great pleasure that I’d take you’re fake god ass out with my skills in the ring.”

Raab never appreciated someone who acted around like he’s a great wrestler which he felt in his mind, he’s not and continues to speak.

LORD RAAB: “The fact that I just laugh at the stupidity you have on saying how you’d end my career. That’s what majority of what Adrenaline wrestlers have said before they faced me, but I always came back because your uneducated brain has no idea that I don’t feel pain, I don’t give up wrestling due to injuries because I inflict them and I’m so sticky that I’m a disease that is very hard to get rid of so good luck on decimating me because you will just dream on it, considering I’m the one that can break your arm or leg just like that.”

As he smashes his left fist on his right hand as he breathes very heavily, showing the determination of his goals on Fate and he addresses to someone else too that might be hearing in.

LORD RAAB: “Just because I haven’t said anything towards you Brody, doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten about you because I haven’t after crying off like a little bitch you are last time and yes you got the win last time out, but I doubt you’d be able to do it again when one of these days, you’re wife might very well be in my own hands, having scars all over her body, listening to her cry in pain, but watch what I’ll do to that piece of useless garbage Zolton there to see your career’s end from the hands of me, MEHAHAHAHA.”

Raab laughs a lot as the cameras went elsewhere in the arena to see what happens next.

The scene switches to another area of the Coliseum where the cameras spy a beefy security guard as he checks backstage passes on anyone who isn’t part of the crew. A couple of teenage girls try to pass by, one wearing a Niobe Martin t-shirt and the other has several accessories with Zolton’s logos on them.

GUARD: “Passes?”

The two girls giggle and shake their heads.

GUARD: “Out. Right now.”

The teens make sulky faces as they head through the door he indicates. As he turns, suddenly Katrina Von Reich-Bathory slinks out of a dressing room wearing a long dress with a slit side, revealing a great deal of leg. She waves a sexy finger at him, and smiles. The guard wipes his forehead with a hankerchief.

GUARD: “Ma’am?”

VON REICH: “Valk zis way…”

She gives him a come hither glance. He looks both ways.

GUARD: “Maybe I can spare a few moments…”

He starts to follow her. She leads him into a shower room. He pauses, but a long, bare leg emerging from behind a partition encourages him to follow. The Cameraman moves in to see shadows. The guard’s big one. Katrina’s form, and suddenly a quick, large one. There are sounds of struggle and violence and the partition shakes.

MATTHEWS: “Well, it’s no surprise that Lord Raab is all fired up for his match with Zolton later. He’s always got some choice words for his opponents.”

GRIFFIN: “Hopefully he can manage to wait until the bell rings. We don’t need a repeat of what happened at Winter Wasteland with Brody on our hands!”

MATTHEWS: “We will just have to wait and see if he does. For now we’ve got a different fight on our hands.”

GRIFFIN: “These two are both looking to bounce back after debut losses at our last show. Both of them showed a lot of promise, and I’m sure they aren’t going to disappoint tonight.”

HORROR VS. TANJA DEVEREAUX

The lights go out for a few seconds, causing the crowd to cheer as they knew who was coming out. “300 Violin Orchestra” starts blasting on the speaker system as the lights begin to flick red throughout the arena. Horror then rises from under the stage as the fans cheer even louder. Once he finishes elevating, he takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the thousands in attendance before walking down the ramp.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred pounds… He is ‘The Cannibal Canvas,’ Hooorrooor!”

He walks around the ring before climbing up the apron. Horror looks at the fans before spreading his arms and looking up at the ceiling. The lights go back to normal as he steps into the ring. He walks to the corner before sitting down on the canvas and leaning back against the bottom turnbuckle as the music fades.

“I’m not the one who’s so far away
when I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I want to be here again
and I don’t know why I came.”

Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the big screen as “Voodoo” by Godsmack blasts on the P.A system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp with her black leather coat flowing at her feet.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from New Orleans weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds, the ‘Bayou Bad Girl,’ Taaanjaaa Deeevereauuux!!!”

Tanja enters the ring under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does with her usual taunt with one arm and finger in the air. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

The crowd’s cheers are divided between the two as the ref checks first with Tanja, then with Horror, before signaling to the timekeeper to start the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Tanja leaves caution behind as she leaps at Horror, wrapping an arm around his head for a facebreaker DDT! Eager and ready to take every opportunity, she rolls over and hooks the leg, going for an immediate pin!

ONE!
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TW—KICKOUT!!!

Devereaux keeps her cool as she gets back to her feet. Horror is already there and catches her with a sudden jawbreaker that sends her back into the nearest turnbuckles. He’s quick to catch her with a running corner splash, and then makes a pin attempt himself!

ONE!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!

GRIFFIN: “Two rapid-fire pin attempts already and it feels like the opening bell is practically still ringing.”

MATTHEWS: “Neither Tanja nor Horror had quite the debut they were hoping for, and they are both clearly determined to make up for it here tonight, by any means necessary.”

Tanja is still holding her jaw as she stands. Horror looks to take advantage of the opening, charging in at top speed. But Tanja takes him down with a spinning heel kick! She grabs one of his legs and begins to twist him up, looking for a single leg Boston crab! Horror realizes what she’s doing in time and uses the other foot to shove her off, right into the ropes! He’s on his feet as she rebounds and catches her with a neckbreaker!

MATTHEWS: “Oooh, that changed the momentum real quick!”

GRIFFIN: “Tanja definitely looks dazed.”

While Tanja is still down Horror goes for the closest corner, hopping up to the top rope and facing into the ring. The moment Tanja is in the right position, he sails off with a diving crossbody! He tries to roll through for the pin, but Devereaux manages to break free, still recovering on the canvas. The painted one goes for the corner again, leaping straight up onto the top turnbuckle as Tanja gets up to her knees. The audience cheers as he nails a missile dropkick and makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!

GRIFFIN: “Tanja gets the shoulder up just in time!”

MATTHEWS: “After two strong hits, I’m not sure how she did it, but she did!”

Horror looks shocked as the referee declares it was only a two count. Tanja uses the distraction, throwing a forearm into his face so hard it sends him rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope! Devereaux leaps to her feet and hits the ropes for some extra momentum, sprinting across the canvas and sailing out the other side with a suicide dive that drives Horror into the barricade! For several moments they are both motionless, prompting the count from the official

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TWO!
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THREE!

Horror is the first to move, getting up onto his knees. Tanja rolls over from her back to her belly and shoves her hands under herself.

FOUR!
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FIVE!
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SIX!

Horror pulls himself on the ring apron and rolls back under the rope. Tanja starts to use the barricade to drag herself up.

SEVEN!
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EIGHT!
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NINE!

Devereaux throws herself across the space between the barrier and the ring and under the rope just before the ref gets to ten.

MATTHEWS: “Tanja back in the ring just in time to avoid the count out.”

GRIFFIN: “They don’t call it a high risk maneuver for nothing. That one just about cost her.”

Horror lunges in for a running clothesline as Tanja stands, but she grabs his wrist and ducks around, taking control of the other arm for a straight jacket neckbreaker!

GRIFFIN: “Hoodoo from Tanja Devereaux!”

The painted one holds his neck with both hands as he slowly gets to his feet. Tanja is grinning from ear to ear as he walks right into her trap. The crowd cheers wildly as she goes for the swinging reverse STO!

MATTHEWS: “And there’s the Bourbon Street!!!”

The sounds of the audience are almost deafening as Tanja makes the pin.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

“Voodoo” hits the sound system as Tanja leaps back to her feet and throws her arms in the air, not quite giving the referee the chance to raise her hand.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Taaanjaaa Deeevereauuux!!!”

GRIFFIN: “What a win for Tanja!”

MATTHEWS: “I knew she had it in her to bounce back after that loss to Niobe Martin if she didn’t get discouraged! Tanja has the potential to go very far here on Fate, as she proved tonight.”

We shift backstage where Lola J Perez is having a little workout session in her locker room before her match with Istvan Bathory. As she sees the camera crew stepping into her locker room she smiles while continuing her workout.

PEREZ: “Last Fate I had an enjoyable debut even though things didn’t go my way.”

She drops down beginning to do some push-ups.

PEREZ: “Even with the loss I was able to take some things away from it and build on it. That’s why I’m even more ready for tonight.”

She pauses.

PEREZ: “Standing across from me in the ring tonight is a very tall order. He’s like one of the biggest persons in all of Four Corners Wrestling but that’s not going to stop me.”

She looked up and shook her head.

PEREZ: “I have the gut feeling that Istvan has been sleeping on me. He doesn’t feel like I can be much of a threat.”

She chuckled.

PEREZ: “I can though and I’m going to prove that to him in that ring out there tonight.”

She jumps to her feet and begins to stretch a little.

PEREZ: “If you think I don’t stand a chance Istvan then you are truly dead wrong.”

She stops stretching to put her focus fully on the camera.

PEREZ: “Tonight will be the first of many victories I receive. Like I told you Istvan it starts with you.”

She tapped her wrist indicating that it’s almost time.

PEREZ: “See you out there.”

She blew a kiss before the camera begins to fade out.

The cameras switch to the temporary office of Bethany Bailey where she is seated behind her desk watching the matches and events of the evening unfold on a monitor and making notes about future booking. She looks up as one of the arena’s security team steps in quickly, a nervous look on his face.

GUARD 2: “Uh, ma’am. We have a problem. The guard we posted at the E-side entrance checking backstage credentials seems to have gone missing.”

Bethany sighs and rubs her temples before letting her hands drop to the surface of her desk.

BAILEY: “Of course. Nothing can go smoothly for even one night. Good help is hard to find these days. The Box Office is closed, so send that guy out to check credentials until we find out what happened on E-side.”

The guard nods and disappears from the office once more, leaving Bethany shaking her head.

BAILEY: “Should have just brought my own security team.”

MATTHEWS: “Lola Perez is getting warmed up for her match against Istvan Bathory. That’s sure to be an interesting bout!”

GRIFFIN: “And it looks like there’s a minor security issue as well.”

MATTHEWS: “Well with a show this size there’s always bound to be a little something that goes awry. I doubt it’s anything to worry about.”

GRIFFIN: “But these two men absolutely have to worry about each other. Up next we’ve got the God of All Gods against a Monster.”

LORD RAAB VS. ZOLTON

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.

POWERS: “On his way to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds… He is ‘the Green Disease German Monster,’ Looord Raaaab!!!”

Raab and Losak stand at the top of the entrance ramp, looking towards the ring, ignoring the fans in attendance. Raab then slowly proceeds towards the ring. Still ignoring the fans, he walks up the ringside steps before entering the ring underneath the top rope. He crouches down in the corner, moving back and forth, rubbing his hands together in excitement and rolling his neck around. He remains focused with anger in his eyes as he waits for the match to begin as Henry Losak stands at ringside.

As the opening of “Cradle to the Grave” hits the speakers, the arena goes dark with fog filling the entrance area. Upon the entrance screen a video montage begins to roll of Zolton standing atop a mountain and behind him is highlights of what he has done in a wrestling ring. As the lyrics begin to be heard, Zolton himself steps out onto the stage area among the smoke. The crowd begins to boo loudly. Zolton relishes in the dissatisfaction of the crowd with an arrogant grin. His leather long trench coat gleams of the now bright spot light shining down upon him.

POWERS: “And his opponent, hailing from Yakima, Washington, weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds, the ‘God of all Gods,’ Zoooltooon!!!”

He now begins to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. Refusing to acknowledge the crowd as he passes them. Reaching the ring he steps up the ring steps slowly, his arrogant smile plastered all over his face. He then jumps to the top turnbuckle of the corner of the ring. He calls it his throne as the arena lights return to normal and the song fades to silence. Zolton ignores the crowd as he lets his trench coat slide down off his shoulders to the floor.

Once both men have made it to opposite corners the ref makes a quick check and calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

An enraged Lord Raab is the first out of his corner, crossing the ring in a green flash to hit a Thesz press. Raab launches straight into a volley of mounted punches, landing blow after blow into the face and head of Zolton. With a maniacal scream he abruptly changes tactics, and drives his masked face into Zolton’s again and again for a series of repeated headbutts. It’s all the official can do to try to pry Raab off of Zolton, but the ref only manages to provide a distraction, which is finally enough for Zolton to throw Raab off of him.

MATTHEWS: “Lord Raab is on a tear! Zolton’s barely been able to move!”

GRIFFIN: “Zolton has proven that he’s able to adapt quickly in the past. If he can manage to break away, he might be able to do so again here tonight.”

Raab closes right back in as soon as Zolton is on his feet, but this time the self-proclaimed God of All Gods is ready and hits a hard shoulder tackle that knocks the German down. Zolton wastes no time laying into Raab with a vicious stomp to the elbow joint! He follows up with a stomp to the shoulder, the chest, the gut! Just as Zolton is about to go for a leaping stomp right to Raab’s face, the masked monster manages to roll out of the way!

GRIFFIN: “As I was saying…”

MATTHEWS: “That last one might have been devastating if Zolton had managed to catch Raab.”

As Raab stands he connects with a vicious European uppercut to the jaw of Zolton, spinning the other man around and opening him up for a release German suplex! Zolton is right back on his feet, ready with a stiff double jab as Raab flies at him. Raab reels back for a moment, and then charges once more for a spinebuster! Zolton holds his back as he gets up more slowly and leans heavily on the ropes. Raab seizes the opening, only to get caught with a power slam after Zolton lures him in!

MATTHEWS: “Zolton using some deception there, making Raab think he was injured in order to get Raab to come to him.”

GRIFFIN: “It might not be considered ‘clean’ but it worked.”

Lord Raab only looks even more angry, if you can tell behind the mask, as he gets to is feet once more. He throws a big boot into Zolton’s stomach before drilling him into the mat with a DDT! Zolton still rolls away before Raab can try for a pin! As soon as both men are on their feet, Zolton sends a kick into Raab’s leg! He follows with a shot to the abdomen, and as Raab staggers back, hits a jumping roundhouse that catches Raab in the face!

GRIFFIN: “Raab and Zolton are both hugely determined tonight.”

MATTHEWS: “It’s a battle of attrition, whatever one man gives, the other has an answer for!”

Zolton lunges in to capitalize, but Raab is ready and slings him to the mat with an arm drag! The two are right back on their feet and Zolton charges in again, only to be whipped to the mat with a scoop slam from Raab! As they stand once more it’s Lord Raab who races in… into a spinning heel kick from Zolton!

MATTHEWS: “God’s Smite from Zolton! Lord Raab just went down! …But he’s getting back up!”

Zolton waits until Raab is the perfect position before he twists him into place to lift him up in a crucifix. The boos from the crowd almost drown out the sounds from the ring as Zolton finished off with the Pearly Gates, folding the German up for the pin!

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

“Cradle to the Grave” plays once again as Zolton stands and sneers down at Lord Raab, refusing to let the referee raise his hand.

POWERS: “And here is your winner… Zoooltooon!!!”

MATTHEWS: “Zolton’s hot streak continues. He’s Lord Raab!”

Zolton circles the ring with his arms held high as Lord Raab rolls out of the ring and stalks backstage.

GRIFFIN: “He’s only been here a short time, but I can’t help wondering if maybe he might be lining himself up for a shot at that championship he so desperately wants.”

Zolton climbs the corner ropes, hands over his head, and taunts the crowd. As he does, a huge man dressed in a security guard’s uniform rolls under the ropes.

GRIFFIN: “That’s looks like one of the arena security guards! What is he doing in the ring?”

MATTHEWS: “Zolton’s still looking at the crowd! He’s just now back on the mat!”

The big man creeps up. As Zolton turns the “guard” throws a handful of bright red powder into his face! Zolton grabs his eyes and reels back. The man in the obviously stolen uniform shoves the hapless man into the ropes and ties him in the first and second ropes.

GRIFFIN: “Red powder! Right in the eyes! Zolton is having trouble seeing!”

MATTHEWS: “And now Zolton is stuck. Where is the actual security?!”

The man throws his cap, which he had pulled down over his face, out of the ring, revealing Istvan “Wolfsbane” Bathory!

MATTHEWS: “Istvan Bathory! Looks like he wanted a little tit for tat after last week! He’s asking for the microphone!”

Wolfsbane reaches under the ring, and gets out his violin and bow. Returning to the ring, he opens the stolen guard’s jacket to make it more comfortable. Keeping his eye on Zolton, he grabs the microphone, and violin in hand, he starts to speak.

BATHORY: “IMinden férfi, nő és gyermek, aki él kell kifizeti a Dudás. Néhány kell fizetnie a Hegedűs is. Miközben azon, akkor élvezi a Paprika? A kiválasztott fûszer hazám! Én megmondtam, hogy gondosabban kell szezonban a szavakat. Hallgatnotok kellett volna. Hagyja, hogy a tánc kezdődik!(Every man, woman and child who lives must pay the piper. Some must pay the fiddler as well. While we are on that, are you enjoying the Paprika? The chosen spice of my home country! I told you that you should season your words more carefully. You should have listened. Let the dance begin!)”

GRIFFIN: “What the hell is he saying?”

MATTHEWS: “I have no idea. Do we even have a Hungarian translator? And where the is security?”

Wolfsbane chins up his violin, just out of the reach of Zolton’s helpless, flailing feet. And he begins to play the violin.

MATTHEWS: “Naturally… The Hungarian Rhapsody.”

Istvan seems to be taunting him, watching Zolton try to free himself as he plays the violin. As Zolton starts to get one arm loose, Wolfsbane plays, watching him, with bemusement.

GRIFFIN: “Come on, where is security? They need to get out here and break this up before it gets out of hand. Wolfsbane is still taunting Zolton with that violin.”

Zolton manages to get one arm loose, and suddenly the music stops. Wolfsbane cracks Zolton over the head with the violin, making a sickening cacophony of the instrument’s last gasp and the splintering of wood on skull, and Zolton falls face first on the mat. Wolfsbane puts his boot on Zolton’s head and presses it down.

GRIFFIN: “Bathory’s just adding insult to injury now.”

BATHORY: “Az én-m csomagtartó, a nyakad, kóborló. Egy érzés, meg kell szokni. (My boot on your neck, vagrant. A feeling you should get used to.)”

With that he steps on Zolton’s head on his way out of the ring, giving an eerie howl on the floor before disappearing into the crowd.

MATTHEWS: “Well there’s the medical staff finally coming out of the back, but still no security. I get the feeling our GM is going to be rather unhappy about this. …I wonder if Istvan is going to come back for his match, it’s supposed to be next!”

Fate’s cameras arrived with Tanja Devereaux, the Bayou Bad Girl herself as she flashes a coy smirk on her face while her cousin Theodore stood in the background. The thick accent from the Cajun is heard while she speaks for the camera while she was still in her wrestling gear while twisting the pendants that she wore around her neck.

DEVEREAUX: “It seems that that the weak attempt of a scary villain in Horror has been revealed to be a weak man by suffering the burns that were given to him by the Eccentric Cajun Spice. His planning in attempting to get under my skin via twitter did not go well as I have given him quite a surprise inside the ring and to all members to the Fate roster, I shall be giving this warning only once; expect the unexpected by the Bayou Bad Girl!”

THEODORE: “If my cousin’s warning is not enough, there will be a Cajun Muscle man that will be around the corner ready to throw the punch down when they least expect it.”

The cousins gave sly smiles to the camera as Tanja continued to twirl her pendants and whispered few words in Latin with a creap sound in her voice.

MATTHEWS: “It looks like Tanja Devereaux is feeling good after her win here earlier tonight.”

GRIFFIN: “And rightfully so. I think she’s got the potential to do very well here on Fate.”

MATTHEWS: “She certainly does. And speaking of doing well, up next we have someone else with a lot of potential taking on one of the Fate mainstays in what is sure to be an interesting match.”

ISTVAN BATHORY VS. LOLA J. PEREZ

A full moon pops on the big screen, with clouds moving in front of it, and a wolf howls in the distance. Then the violin solo begins…

POWERS: “Introducing first, from Budapest, Hungary, weighing in at three hundred ten pounds, he is the ‘Wolfsbane,’ Iiistvaan Baaathooory!!!”

Slow at first as Wolfsbane comes to ringside, playing a brand new violin, moving in slow circles as he half walks, half dances, engrossed in his own playing. He seems even more into the music than usual after what he had just done. He’s in no hurry, and he ignores the crowd, staying just out of reach until he gets to the ringside area, whereupon he sets down the violin for an usher to carry his beloved instrument back to the dressing room. He removes his earring, his vest, shirt, belt and sash, almost oblivious to his opponent, or so it would seem. When he is ready for the ring, he twirls one side of his handlebar moustache, actually grinning for once, and takes a few shadow boxing punches to get himself warmed up.

“This is not a game.”

The cameras switch to the head of the ramp where Lola J Perez stands at the top of the ramp with two Fate t-shirts in her hand as she looks out at the crowd. She throws the shirts into the crowd before a flare if pyros erupt behind her as she slowly begins to make her way to the ring.

POWERS: “And his opponent, from Dade City, Florida, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds, Looolaaa J Peeereeez!!!”

She blows kisses out at the crowd before sliding under the ropes to enter the ring. She runs up the turnbuckle and throws up an heart before stepping down from the turnbuckle and bouncing around the ring. She holds up her hand with her fingers gesturing gun. She shoots it, kisses it and acts as if she’s putting it in a holster before walking around the ring.

The cheers from the crowd die down as both opponents take up their corners. A check from the referee with both sides gets a nod from each and the opening bell sounds.

DING!!! DING!!!

Lola keeps a close eye on Istvan as she steps out of her corner while Bathory circles slowly, keeping close to the edge of the ring and drawing him to her. After a few more moments of sizing one another up, Lola finally makes the first move, lunging with a flying elbow to the side of the head before she hops back out of Bathory’s massive reach. As she’s retreating backward, however, he surges forward with a big clothesline that practically folds her in half!

GRIFFIN: “Looks like both Lola and Istvan came to this match with a strategy in mind.”

MATTHEWS: “Lola knows the kind of power Istvan can put behind his strikes and Bathory knows that Perez has the advantage when it comes to speed.”

Lola rolls back over her shoulder and into a crouch, shaking out the cobwebs after the huge impact. With his greater weight Bathory is slower to his feet, giving Perez the opportunity to hit a tilt-a-whirl DDT! Despite being disoriented from the maneuver, Istvan catches Lola by the arm before she can get away! Bathory stands and lifts Perez bodily from her feet, heaving her clear across the ring with a mighty Beel throw.

MATTHEWS: “Ouch! That is a new one from Istvan. He just sent Lola flying like a rag doll!”

GRIFFIN: “Lola knows what we all know about Istvan; he’s got massive strength that can be devastating if he’s able to turn it against you.”

As Perez is getting back to her feet and trying to recover, Bathory is there, taking her down with a spear tackle! With all the pent up fury that he promised to unleash on Lola, Istvan begins unloading fists and forearms into her head and face! Perez pulls her arms up to block, managing to deflect some of the raining shots. As he starts to wear her down, Bathory stops abruptly and stands. He lays his enormous boot across her throat and presses down, causing her to kick and try to shove his leg off! The official gives him several warnings about the illegal move before he starts to count.

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Istvan releases the choke before he can get disqualified, but drops right into a pin!

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GRIFFIN: “Lola got her shoulder up and her foot on the bottom rope at the same time! How did she do it?!”

MATTHEWS: “I don’t know, but she’s doing just what she said she would. She’s giving this match her all, she’s got a lot of heart.”

Bathory is almost apoplectic, pushing his hands back through his hair in frustration. Lola wastes no time getting to her feet while she has the chance. Istvan is just getting to his knees when she catches him on the temple with a spinning heel kick. Bathory sways but doesn’t quite go down. Perez heads straight for the nearest corner, ready when he stands with a diving elbow! Lola doesn’t let herself slow down, going straight back to that corner! The audience cheers wildly as she throws her hands in the air before she leaps off once more… and into a throat chop from Istvan!

MATTHEWS: “Oh no!”

GRIFFIN: “Lola is going to feel that one for a few days, that could be a game changer!”

Perez is still clutching her throat as she stands, gasping for breath. Bathory picks her up and tosses her straight into the corner!

GRIFFIN: “He’s going to go for the Full Moon!”

As Istvan draws his huge arm back, Lola throws a desperate elbow into his face! It’s just enough to drive him back and give herself some room! Bathory starts to straighten and she catches him with a listo kick!

MATTHEWS: “She calls that ‘At Your Temple!’”

Perez gives no quarter and goes right for her P.S. Luv Lola finishing maneuver, ending up on Bathory’s back with the crossface locked in! Istvan snarls and tries to break her hands free, but he can’t get her to budge! She cranks down as hard as she can, refusing to let go while Bathory also refuses to tap out! After several long moments, Wolfsbane starts to fade! The official lifts one of his hands and it drops! He lifts the hand again, and still it falls to the mat! Lola is still dug in deep as the ref lifts Istvan’s hand one more time and lets go… and it falls to the mat!

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

“This is Not a Game” plays as Lola springs to her feet, the ref raising her hand in victory.

POWERS: “And here is your winner by unresponsive submission… Looolaaa J Peeereeez!!!”

MATTHEWS: “That is a Fate first! We’ve never seen anyone incapacitate Istvan Bathory like that before!”

GRIFFIN: “A fantastic performance by Lola, but I feel bad for whoever has to face Istvan next! He’s going to be absolutely enraged!”

MATTHEWS: “I couldn’t agree more.”

Backstage we go to find Gabriel Hartman wandering down a hall. Checking his watch he looks like he is getting impatient. Sighing he knocks on the locker room door set aside and properly labeled for The Order. His knock seems to be answered right away as Aamon opens the door and immediately leaves giving Hartman a look that puts fear in the interviewer’s soul. A moment later though Tanya Black shows up at the door in her tights and a red sports bra. Smiling she ushers both employees in where we see Jace lacing up his boots.

BLACK: “I know. We were supposed to be ready for a pre-match interview. But hey we had to talk to Aamon about his match earlier and he’s not the easiest guy to talk to.”

HARTMAN: “I know what you mean. Do you need your um… rest of your ring attire?”

Tanya looks down for a moment and smiles before shaking her head.

BLACK: “Nah. The internet is full of pictures of me like this. It’s one of my favorite No DQ tricks after all. Use my shirt to choke a bitch out. Jace are you ready for our big first time ever team-up interview since this is history in the making? Fate is all about The Order tonight! Where in the hell is Hollywood anyway?”

Jace looks over at Tanya then back to lacing his boots.

SAVAGE: “Brian is focusing on his advancement in the tournament. Jair Hopkins is a fucking beast and is no joke. I have faced him a handful of times in tag competition and Brian has his work cut out for him on this one. Tonight before we face Cutter Driftwood and El Futuro, I will be making a surprise announcement on my future with the company.”

BLACK: “Well a surprise to all the lovely fans. The rest of The Order knows because we are a team. No secrets, no surprises. Cutter and El Futuro may be great athletes but I don’t think they have the team mentality that Jace and I do. Big man here is going to make his announcement but I assure you it won’t affect his mentality once the match begins.”

Hartman nods and smiles as he seems to be almost physically straining himself not to let his eyes wander any lower than Tanya’s face.

HARTMAN: “So Miss Black. Last time we saw you it was in the ring and you effectively called out the entire Fate Roster in an open challenge for South Beach Brawl.”

BLACK: “I called out the entire 4CW Roster technically. Even these new Uprising folks can get in on this if they want. Me Want Big Time Match and yeah so far no one has answered a simple open challenge. Granted there is still plenty of Fate left but I had kind of hoped for a better response. Now the night is not over for me and even after this tag match, I plan on watching the main event as I want to know who ends up the Fate Champion as much as anyone else. Once we come back around to a new Fate though, I will either have heard an answer to my challenge or I am having a meeting with Bethany Bailey. I won’t be an also-ran in this company, nice girl or not. Cutter and Futuro will find out that everyone in The Order is a threat to everyone in 4CW. Jace you ready to rock?”

Jace finishes up lacing his boots and begins to tap his wrists and hands.

SAVAGE: “Tonight nothing matters but getting the win over El Futuro and Cutter Driftwood. I am tired of being the nice guy in the ring and tonight my opponents are going to find out what it is I can really do.”

Jace looks over at Tanya.

SAVAGE: “Let’s go.”

Tanya nods and grabs her shirt. Putting it on she smiles and gives Gabriel Hartman a kiss on the cheek before kissing the camera lens leaving the locker room with Jace as we see a lip-shaped smudge blocking our vision.

Before the scene fades in singing can be heard, in German, along with men’s voices.

The camera finds a foyer where the Security guards are all huddled around as Katrina Von Reich is singing the popular German song of the World War II era, “Lili Marleen.” She is doing a provocative dance, keeping the men from being too fresh by pushing them playfully away with her boots or hands…

MATTHEWS: “We now know where Security has been!”

GRIFFIN: “Katrina Von Reich-Bathory has been keeping them entertained while Istvan did his dirty work! These two are quickly becoming a devious one-two punch!”

MATTHEWS: “They’d best be careful with that kind of thing, I don’t think Bethany Bailey is going to stand for it when she finds out.”

GRIFFIN: “Our GM is definitely the no-nonsense type. And up next we have what should be a no-nonsense match between two formidable opponents.”

BRODY LEE PRINCE VS. WHISPER

A simulated sundown on the video board plays as the lights of the arena begin to slowly fade to black, all that remains is the sound of guitar is heard.

“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down”

After a couple of moments the curtains part and a bright spotlight roars from behind giving the person standing there a nice silhouette. Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” continues as the light begins to dim down showing that the person standing there is none other Brody Lee Prince. Brody Lee seems to be growing a nice beard as well, his head is pointed down as he eyes just watch the world in front of him like a hawk. He is wearing a pair of black trunks, a leather sleeveless jacket, and his right arm is heavily bandaged and covered in a black protective band.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Forth Worth, Texas, weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Starla and Max Von Grant… He is the ‘Prince of Texas,’ Brooody Leeee Priiince!!!”

As he begins to walk towards the ring Starla and Max Von Grant walk behind him on his martch towards the ring. Starla is wearing a tight red dress which has a good number of sparkles across the top, while her chubby brother is wearing a black shirt and a black jacket over that. Brody Lee stands on the outside of the ring, takes out the lump of chew tucked into his cheek and places it into the hands of Max, and then gives a kiss to Starla before he finally slides into the ring.

The lights flicker as the song “Angels Holocaust” by Iced Earth starts to play and Whisper appears, walking out of the curtain. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd.

POWERS: “And his opponent, coming to the ring by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds… She is ‘the Archangel of Wrestling,’ Whiiispeeer!!!”

She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up. Inside the ring, she walks to her corner and awaits the sound of the bell.

A quick check is all the ref needs before the bell rings.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before Brody can step out of his corner he gets a stern lecture from Starla, to which Whisper just shakes her head. Taking the risk of annoying his girlfriend, Brody bull rushes out of his corner and right into a shoulder tackle that knocks Whisper to the mat! She’s back on her feet in a flash and catches him with a snap suplex that uses his own momentum against him when the charges in again! Brody looks rattled but determine as he gets back to his feet, hitting an unexpected running bulldog! He goes to pull Whisper up, but she breaks free and begins to drive him back with chops to the chest!

MATTHEWS: “Look at them go!”

GRIFFIN: “This match is about pure competition. No grudges, no revenge, just two great wrestlers fighting it out. …With determination!”

The vicious chops from Whisper echo through the Coliseum one after the next, leaving red marks on Brody’s skin until he’s off balance. As soon as the opportunity shows itself, Whisper nails him in the chest with a standing dropkick and goes for the pin!

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Brody gets the shoulder up before even the two and rolls to his feet. They circle each other once before they both lunge in, colliding in the middle of the ring! Brody throws his arms around Whisper for a northern lights suplex, bridging for the pin!

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GRIFFIN: “Two pin attempts, two kickouts. Whisper and Brody are both going to have to work harder than that if they’re hoping to pick up a victory!”

MATTHEWS: “I’m sure they both know that well, but why not take every opportunity?”

Whisper is quicker to her feet, closing in on Brody at a run, but he’s ready for her and hits a reverse atomic drop! As she recovers he drops back into the ropes and launches off for a running knee strike that snaps Whisper backward to the canvas. Brody keeps running, hitting the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and coming back for a running leaping double foot stomp aimed for her chest! Whisper manages to roll out of the way at the very last second! She pops to her feet and hooks him up from behind for an inverted DDT!

MATTHEWS: “That impact shook the entire ring! I bet Brody is seeing stars right now!”

GRIFFIN: “And you can tell Whisper is still feeling that atomic drop.”

MATTHEWS: “Both of these two are going to be feeling this match for a few days.”

Whisper starts to stand, but Brody tangles her up with a drop toe hold! Whisper hits the mat hard and Brody is back on his feet, ignoring a shout from Starla in his corner. He hits the ropes again and charges forward, leaping into the air and going for that running double foot stomp once more, this time to the back! And it lands! Whisper rolls away clutching her spine, having the presence of mind to get herself all the way to the ropes.

GRIFFIN: “Smart move by Whisper. She might just be able to buy herself some time to recover. Two hundred and forty-five pounds of redneck on your back hurts no matter who you are.”

MATTHEWS: “And now Brody needs to try to capitalize if he hopes to win this.”

Prince does just that as he stalks forward, grabbing Whisper by one arm and one leg to drag her away from the ropes. Whisper slaps his hands away before he can pull her up and stands on her own. The two exchange several forearm shots before Brody hits an extra stiff one that spins Whisper all the way around! Prince winds up for the Tooth-Loosener! But as he completes his rotation Whisper has already turned back! She catches his arm and leaps up, wrapping both legs around his shoulder. Brody is dragged down with her into the Devastation submission!

MATTHEWS: “Whisper has the Devastation locked in! Can Brody hold on?!”

GRIFFIN: “He’s right in the middle of the ring, he’s so far from the ropes!”

Prince tries valiantly to drag Whisper toward the ropes, looking to force a break on the hold. Whisper throws her whole body into wrenching his arm. Max Von Grant is practically foaming at ringside as he tries to urge Brody on. Prince lasts several more seconds, even managing to get closer to the ropes, but he can’t hold on any longer! Brody taps out!

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

A shrill fan-girl squeal is heard from Starla as she accidentally starts clapping wildly for Whisper. “Angels Holocaust” fills the Coliseum as Whisper stands and has her hand raised.

POWERS: “And here is your winner by submission… Whiiispeer!!!”

GRIFFIN: “Now that was a great match!”

MATTHEWS: “It really was. I hope we get to see them in the ring again soon.”

Brody rolls out of the ring as Whisper continues to celebrate her victory. Starla stops cheering as she finally realizes what she is doing and offers Brody a sympathetic look. She pats Prince on the back as the three of them all head back up the aisle. Just as they make it to the curtain. Starla suddenly shrieks.

Out flies Lord Raab, going straight for Brody! Raab knocks the Texan down with a vicious headbutt and begins to stomp away at his chest and arms. Max and Starla quickly run away, leaving Brody to fend for himself. Raab reaches over the barricade, grabbing a chair right out from under a young fan! He snaps it shut before he brings it crashing down right across Brody’s back with a huge

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!

Several officials and, finally, members of the security team flood out of the back and separate the two as the scene switches backstage.

MATTHEWS: “Don’t forget to check out 4CW’s flagship show, Adrenaline, airing every other Wednesday night on HBO or streaming live on 4CW.com.”

GRIFFIN: “You can go back and re-watch your favorite matches from past shows as well as catch up on the latest news and rumors regarding your favorite 4CW stars.”

MATTHEWS: “You may very well want to go back and re-watch this match, as we see Order members Jace Savage and Tanya Black on the same side of the ring for the first time here on Fate.”

GRIFFIN: “Up against a very unlikely duo, at that. I just don’t know what to expect with this one.”

JACE SAVAGE VS. TANYA BLACK VS. EL FUTURO VS. CUTTER DRIFTWOOD

POWERS: “The following is a tag team match. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds… Jaaace Saaavaaage!!!”

The arena goes black as the opening thirty seconds to “Animal” by Disturbed plays over the speakers. As the guitar rifts and drum beats start to play a multitude of color lights starts flashing around the arena. Jace comes walking out from behind the curtain looking like he is ready for a fight as soon as he gets to the entrance ramp he points out to the fans and takes off in a sprint towards the ring slapping fans hands on the way down. Jace slides into the middle of the ring from under the ropes.

After sliding into the ring Jace goes over to Powers and asks for the microphone. Powers hands it over to Jace, he thanks Powers and turns away from him. Jace walks around the ring for a moment as the crowd cheers for him. Walking over to the nearest turnbuckle he steps on the middle rope and raises his arms in the air and the crowd begins to chant NewGen Rising. Jace hops off the turnbuckle and steps over to the center of the ring.

SAVAGE: “When I signed to Fate I wanted to make it a better show. I wanted it to rival Adrenaline and I wanted to be it’s face, but I have been through a lot over the last year and I have plainly just lost my way. I thought that by returning to the ring that I could find myself again. Sadly, I am not the same person I was a year ago when my untimely departure occurred but it’s okay because I don’t want to be that person anymore. However, what I do want to be again is to be one half of the Tag Team Champions.”

Crowd goes nuts and begins to chant NewGen Rising. Jace allows the fans to continue for a moment then signals for them to quiet down.

SAVAGE: “I appreciate the applause, but I have to tell you that at this moment with Brian still in the tournament to face Dakota it’s not what The Order is focusing on. So you know unless a certain tag team gives us a reason to deviate from our current plans and take our goddamn titles back! We will not be facing Art of War anytime soon. Aidan Carlisle and Bryan Williams enjoy holding on to our titles while you can because sooner or later we will be back in the tag team division for them. You just better have hope Brian makes it to Dakota Smith to keep our titles from us just that much longer. But, that leads me into what I am about to say next.

“Tonight is my last night on Fate. Tidus has been in talks with Wallace and I am transferring to Adrenaline. With only one member of the order on Adrenaline it makes sense that I got over to that show and watch my good friend’s back against the likes of Unstable. So with that said let me introduce my partner for the night and fellow stablemate…

“Coming to the ring from Albuquerque, New Mexico by way of Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds… she is ‘The Sinful Angel,’ Taaanyaaa Blaaack!!!”

The video screen lights up with beautiful images of Angels though all their wings are black mixed with footage of Tanya Black wrestling as we hear the opening of “City Of Heroes” by Kiske & Somerville. After a moment out emerges Tanya Black causing a big pop from the audience.

Waving to the fans and shaking a few hands she takes her time getting to the ring, all smiles and upon entering the ring does a dance for the fans before mounting each turnbuckle in turn and bowing in respect to the audience as the song winds down. Once the song ends Tanya Black faces the center of the ring and stretches out her neck and shoulders. Jace hand the microphone back to Powers and stands in the corner with Tanya.

POWERS: “And now, introducing their opponents…”

“Smoke Every Day” by Brown Shady plays over the speakers as red, white, and green lights begin flashing in sync.

POWERS: “From Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds… Eeel Fuuutuuurooo!!!”

El Futuro runs out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, he then goes to each corner and stands at the top, saluting the crowd.

“Dead and Bloated” starts to play off the PA system as Cutter makes his way out of the back, he has a surreal cockiness about him as he looks around the audience. Pointing down to the ring Cutter starts to make his way down the ramp, ignoring the audience now and focusing on the ring.

POWERS: “And finally, his partner, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at three hundred pounds… He is ‘The Intimidator,’ Cuuutteeer Driiiftwooood!!!”

He rolls in underneath the bottom rope and gets up to his feet. He circles the ring a few times before flipping off the audience and going to his corner, where he spits on the mat before getting himself prepared for the match.

Tanya and Jace take a few moments to discuss who will start off the match, eventually selecting Jace, while Cutter Driftwood doesn’t even consult with El Futuro, simply refusing to leave the ring until the masked man shrugs and climbs out onto the apron. Once everyone is settled, the official gestures to the timekeeper to start the match.

DING!!! DING!!!

Cutter charges out of his corner at full speed as soon as the bell rings, but Savage is more methodical, waiting for the right moment to hit a standing dropkick that Driftwood runs right in to! Jace is right back on his feet, waiting for the big man to stand before unloading with forearm shots that drive Cutter all the way back into the corner. Savage hops up onto the bottom rope and goes right into a flurry of turnbuckle mounted punches with the audience counting along!

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For the final shot he leaps up and brings his elbow crashing down into Cutter’s face!

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GRIFFIN: “Jace Savage is just dominating right now!”

MATTHEWS: “This may be his last time on Fate for the foreseeable future, but he’s obviously not going out with a whisper!”

Cutter is left shaking off the daze as Jace hops down from the rope. Driftwood doesn’t let him get away, however! The big man snatches him up and lifts him high overhead with a military press before he strides to the middle of the ring and finishes off the slam! Jace holds his sides for several seconds, but rolls out of the way of an incoming stomp and gets back to his feet. Savage takes a few quick steps and blasts Driftwood with a running calf kick!

As soon as Cutter stands again Savage clobbers him with a European uppercut. Driftwood staggers and Jace runs in, only to get scooped up into a pendulum backbreaker! Savage holds his spine for a few seconds, but gets up with determination. Cutter rushes him, but Jace is ready with sit-out spinebuster! Leaving Driftwood down on the mat Jace goes for the corner. The audience cheers as he stands up to his full height and leaps off for a frog splash, hooking the leg upon impact!

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MATTHEWS: “There’s no doubt that Jace has been in control here, but somehow Cutter still kicked out.”

GRIFFIN: “Even though Driftwood hasn’t been able to get his bearings here so far tonight, he’s still a force to be reckoned with.”

Jace doesn’t let himself get frustrated, instead just gets right back to his feet. Savage gives Cutter just enough time to stand before he pulls off an impressive tornado DDT that drills the big man headfirst into the canvas! If nothing else, Driftwood proves his resilience as he stands back up, though swaying just a bit. Savage charges in, only to have Cutter throw him up into the air and snap him down the mat with a pop up powerbomb! Cutter showboats, giving Savage time to get back to his feet, charging in for a kitchen sink to the gut! The force knocks Driftwood back into his corner and El Futuro tags himself in! Savage turns to his own corner and slaps Tanya’s outstretched hand!

GRIFFIN: “The fresh man, or woman, is in for both teams! Driftwood and Savage head to the apron while Tanya and El Futuro size each other up.”

MATTHEWS: “El Futuro has had some impressive victories here on Fate, could he pull one out here for his team now?”

El Futuro gives a salute to the fans after stepping into the ring, then turns his attention to Tanya. He makes a beeline straight for her, but Tanya is ready with a hip toss that throws him to the mat! The man in blue is back up quickly, diving in for a clothesline, but Tanya catches him first with a western lariat! Futuro staggers backward to the ropes, but doesn’t go down. Black tries to send him over the top, but he steps out and hooks her up for a swinging neckbreaker! Tanya rolls across the mat, taking a few moments to recover before she stands again.

MATTHEWS: “Tanya is looking strong tonight to. She and Jace work well together.”

GRIFFIN: “But she’s obviously feeling that neckbreaker. El Futuro might be able to wear her down.”

El Futuro closes in with a bit more confidence, looking to wrap Tanya up, only to catch a stiff chop across the chest! Followed by a second! And a third! El Futuro swings an arm in for a forearm to the face, but Tanya blocks and then traps his arm! Without hesitation she throws her forehead right into his mask for a headbutt! Black is about to blast him with another when he suddenly reverses and drives her to the canvas with a snap DDT! Futuro makes the cover right away.

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Tanya gets the shoulder up with authority and rolls through to her feet. El Futuro starts to stand, only to get caught with a running shining wizard that drives him back into the nearby turnbuckles! Half of the crowd cheers for Tanya as she backs up across the ring before sprinting forward for a double diving knee that impacts Futuro’s chest! Black grabs both of the masked man’s ankles and drags him out of the corner toward the center of the ring obviously looking to make a pin. But Futuro leans up and nails her with a shot to the face!

GRIFFIN: “Tanya was about to go for the pin there, but Futuro managed to break free. He’s still feeling those knees, but he’s not done yet.”

MATTHEWS: “He’s going to have to dig deep and find that second wind if he’s hoping to pick up the win for his team.”

El Futuro is back on his feet by the time Tanya recovers. He springs off of the middle rope and hooks her head with his legs for a hurricanrana that throws her across the ring. Black pulls herself up quickly and charges back at Futuro for a boot to the gut, but he catches her foot! Tanya whips around quickly and catches him on the temple with an enziguri! Futuro stumbles back, but throws his foot up in desperation, looking for El Irresistable Conclusion! Black manages to dodge the kick! She hits the middle rope herself and rebounds off with her sit-down facebuster!

MATTHEWS: “Divine Kiss from Tanya Black! Is that it for El Futuro?!”

GRIFFIN: “She’s hooked the legs for the pin!”

The ref slides in beside the two for the count.

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Tanya leaps to her feet and El Futuro rolls out of the ring. “City of Heroes” plays again as Jace steps in to celebrate with his partner.

POWERS: “And here are your winners… Jaaace Saaavaaage and Taaanyaaa Blaaack, The Ooordeeer!!!”

GRIFFIN: “What a team effort by Jace and Tanya!”

MATTHEWS: “And a bit of a bittersweet victory as the first time they step into the ring together is Jace’s last here on Fate for now.”

GRIFFIN: “What a way to go out though, they both have to be feeling good.”

As the show comes back from the commercial break the cameras are focused on the stage “Light it Up” hits the sound system after a few moments and Fate GM Bethany Bailey steps out from the back, a briefcase in hand. She’s smiling almost from ear to ear as she makes her way down to the ring.

MATTHEWS: “I’ve been waiting for this all night!”

GRIFFIN: “Me too! No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find any information about the second title that is being added to Fate. No pictures, no nothing!”

Bethany ascends the stairs and ducks between the ropes, taking a microphone as one of the crew offers it to her from ringside. With the briefcase safely in hand, she circles the ring a few times while waiting for the crowd to quiet. When the din finally dies down, she lifts the mic to speak.

BAILEY: “First things first… I wanted to come out here tonight with two surprises. Not only did I have plans to reveal the new championship, but I was hoping to introduce you all to a huge new addition to our roster. Unfortunately, I can’t do that just yet.”

The crowd gives a boo of disappointment until Bethany raises a hand to quiet them.

BAILEY: “As much as I would love to be standing here and seeing your reactions, we’re all going to have to wait just a little bit longer. With some scheduling conflicts and a few final contract details to work out, there is no revealing our new name just yet. But! What I do still have for you, is Fate’s second championship!”

The grumbles from the crowd turn to cheers as Bethany gestures to the case in her hand. She lowers the briefcase to the mat and flips open the latches as the screams continue. After reaching in, she draws the new title belt out and holds it high above her head. Bethany turns a slow circle so that every side of the area can get a good look. At last she hooks the title over one shoulder and raises the mic again.

BAILEY: “It is my pleasure to introduce to you, The Fury Championship! Over the last two weeks the best craftsmen in the business have been working hard to bring this beauty to you. Now, I know you are all wondering just what the Fury Championship is going to be. Just as the Fate Championship will only be defended in special matches, the Fury Championship, too, will be unique.

“Someone who wants to call themselves the Fury Champion will have to be prepared to be a fighting champion, because the Fury title will be defended at least once a month, potentially at multiple shows in a row. The Fury Champion will also have to be prepared to face all comers, because it will never be defended in a singles match!”

The audience erupts into cheers again.

GRIFFIN: “I wonder what exactly she means by that.”

MATTHEWS: “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

BAILEY: “Someone who wants to compete for or defend the Fury Championship will have to face not just one, but at least two opponents. All Fury Championship matches will be at least a Triple Threat, possibly a Fatal Fourway, or more! So it’s only fitting that on the next episode of Fate, the contendership matches for the Fury Championship will begin with two Triple Threats!”

MATTHEWS: “Excellent! Bethany is wasting no time. We are going to see that belt around someone’s waist as quickly as possible!”

GRIFFIN: “But who is going into those matches? That’s at least six people with the chance to earn a shot!”

BAILEY: “I know you all want to know just who might have their opportunity, but that has yet to be finalized.”

Bethany smirks as the crowd makes another disappointed sound.

BAILEY: “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long. The lineup for Fate Episode 08 will be up on 4CW.com following the conclusion of tonight’s show! For now, it’s time for you to enjoy the Main Event!”

“Light it Up” plays out again as Bethany puts the Fury Championship back into the briefcase and steps out of the ring. The crowd breaks into back and forth chants of HE-WITT and MAR-TIN in anticipation of the Fate Championship match as Bethany makes her way backstage.

GRIFFIN: “So now we have the Fate Championship and the Fury Championship, both with their own special set of rules.”

MATTHEWS: “You know that everyone backstage has to be excited after that. The whole roster is now wondering just who will be the first to get the chance at the Fury Championship.”

GRIFFIN: “I bet that will create some tension!”

MATTHEWS: “I don’t doubt it! And we already know there is some tension between the current and former Fate Champions.”

GRIFFIN: “How could there not be, after all.”

MATTHEWS: “And now it’s time to see that all come to a head! Here is our Main Event!”

MAIN EVENT
FATE CHAMPIONSHIP SUBMISSION MATCH
NIOBE MARTIN VS ROB HEWITT ©

POWERS: “The following match is the Main Event of the evening and is for the Fate Championship. Introducing first, the challenger…”

As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.

POWERS: “…from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds, she is the ‘Nightmare,’ Niooobeee Maaartiiin!!!”

The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat.

“Nightmare!

Now your nightmare comes to life..”

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.

“Dragged you down below…
Down to the devils show…
To be his guest forever…
Peace of mind is less than never..”

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.

“For Whom The Bell Tolls” blares over the PA system. The screens above the entrance ramp flash in bright orange and red with “RABID” emblazoned across the four screens in black. Rob Hewitt makes his way down to the ring with the Fate Championship around his waist, to lukewarm and polite applause, grinning at the crowd and pointing to random fans wearing a “Rabid” shirt.

POWERS: “And coming to the ring from Bristol, England, weighing in at two hundred thirty-six pounds, he is the Fate Champion… ‘Rabid’ Rooob Heeewiiitt!!!”

He makes a quick jogging circuit around the ring, slapping hands with anyone who bothers to extend one, then rolls stiffly into the ring and raises an arm to the crowd, fingers extended like claws.

Both Niobe and Rob are pacing their corners impatiently as the official checks in with them. Each leans over, ready, as they wait for that opening bell to sound.

DING DING!!!

Rob and Niobe both sprint toward one another while the bell is still ringing. Rob looks to press his size and weight advantage, but Niobe whips around with a discus back elbow that stops his momentum dead in his tracks! Hewitt recovers much more quickly than Martin expects and sends her reeling with a European uppercut! Niobe unexpectedly leaps on Rob with a Thesz press and it’s enough to make him overbalance and go down hard! Martin is immediately sending a barrage of elbow strikes into the Champion’s face!

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MATTHEWS: “And Niobe sends a huge message with her opening assault!”

GRIFFIN: “She wants the Fate Championship back, and she’s not going to stop at anything to get it!”

MATTHEWS: “Unfortunately for Niobe, I think Rob feels the same way.”

Rob finally manages to grab Niobe’s arm and flips her over off of him, hanging on so that he can trap her arm against her side and begin driving his knee repeatedly into her shoulder! Martin uses her other hand to send Hewitt tumbling with an eye rake! The official tries to warn about the maneuver, but Niobe is already on her feet and stalking after Rob. Hewitt recovers just in time to feel her coming, reaching up to grab her head and take her down with a kneeling snapmare!

Rob starts to clamp on a headlock, but Niobe uses her feet to “climb” the ropes and flip back over him! She delivers a brutal kick right to Rob’s spine, leaving him on his knees and holding his back in pain while she backs across the ring. With a scream she sprints back at Hewitt and hits him with her own rolling snapmare. Without hesitation she leaps up onto the turnbuckle and sails right back off for a corkscrew elbow drop to the chest!

GRIFFIN: “Niobe still looks to be in control, but Rob started working on that shoulder like he likes to do.”

MATTHEWS: “Hewitt knows how to wear his opponents down and set them up for the Bear Trap. Niobe’s got to know that as well.”

Martin gets back to her feet with a quickness and comes right back at Hewitt. Rob is still holding his chest, but as he sees Niobe coming he takes her down with a drop toe hold that sends her crashing face first into the turnbuckles! With Niobe down in the corner, Rob gets to his feet and sends a vicious stomp right into the back of the shoulder he had already started working on! Niobe gives a cry of pain and rolls over onto her back, opening her up for a leg drop! Hewitt grabs Niobe’s legs and starts to drag her away from the side of the ring, but Martin grabs onto the bottom rope with both hands so that he can’t get into the middle of the ring for a submission! Changing tactics, Hewitt lifts her legs up as high as he can before slamming her whole body down into the canvas!

MATTHEWS: “That just absolutely echoed through the arena here. If Niobe isn’t daze, she’s made of a hell of a lot tougher stuff than I am.”

GRIFFIN: “Strategy is definitely the name of the game in this match. Niobe is trying to keep Rob where he can’t get a submission locked in and Hewitt is using his size and strength at every turn.”

Hewitt heads back to where Niobe is still laying on the mat. Martin pulls herself into the corner where she can hold onto the ropes. This proves to be a mistake as Rob uses it to his advantage and starts stomping away at her stomach, chest, and arms! It’s Hewitt’s half of the crowd’s turn to count along with every blow.

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Rob then places his boot across Niobe’s throat and begins to press! The ref tries to get Hewitt to release the illegal holds, but since the match can only be won by submission, there is no count out! Martin’s feet flail as she tries to break free, to no avail. Niobe has almost started to fade when she suddenly uses the gap in the rules to her own advantage, hitting Rob with a low blow! Hewitt immediately staggers backward, clutching his groin.

Martin’s fans are electric as she hops up onto the top turnbuckle once more and waits for Rob to recover. As soon as he’s in position she leaps off and catches him on the side of the head with a flying spinning heel kick! They both crash to the mat, but Rob is clearly worse for the wear. Niobe floats around as she sees him lying on his stomach and locks in a Fujiwara armbar! The cheers of her fans get louder yet as they hope the end of the match is near. Niobe leans into the submission as hard as she can. However, she leans just a little too far, opening herself up to an elbow to the back of the head from Hewitt’s other arm!

GRIFFIN: “I thought for a moment there that Niobe might have had it!”

MATTHEWS: “I did too, but you’ve got to hand it to Rob for that quick thinking!”

Niobe looks a little dizzy from the elbow as she gets to her feet. Hewitt stalks in, catching Martin’s foot as she sends a kick at his midsection. Rob flings her foot away with force, but Niobe spins all the way through to catch him on the side of the head with a dragon whip! Hewitt stumbles and Martin doesn’t let up, hook his head and dropping to the mat for a stunner! As soon as he’s down she leaps on him again for another flurry of elbows to the head!

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MATTHEWS: “Niobe is still very much in this match! She just took it to Rob with another set of carefully planned moves.”

GRIFFIN: “Don’t count Hewitt out just yet!”

Hewitt looks dazed, but he traps one of Martin’s arms against her side. She goes for a shot with the other, but he captures that one too! Rob surges to his feet with Niobe trapped against him and heaves her over his head for a belly-to-belly suplex! Hewitt yanks Martin to her feet as he stands, and then folds her in half with a savage short-arm clothesline! Rob pulls Niobe up again, but this time she’s ready, leaping all the way up onto his shoulders and whipping over backwards for a hurricanrana!

Though her strides are unsteady as she gets up and heads for the corner, Niobe still climbs up to the top turnbuckle! She stays there in a crouch for just a moment as she regains her balance, then slowly stands. The audience pops as she throws her arms up. With a bounce on the ropes she flips off backward for a high angle senton bomb… and no one is home!!! Hewitt rolls out of the way and Martin crashes into the mat!

GRIFFIN: “That could be disastrous for Niobe! She was already dizzy from those shots from Rob!”

MATTHEWS: “Can she come back from that? I don’t know! They are both really starting to feel it here.”

Hewitt isn’t particularly known for his acrobatics, but as Niobe staggers to her feet, he hits the second rope and leaps off for a diving springboard bulldog! Martin clutches the bottom rope, dragging herself up one hand at a time until she’s standing again, breathing hard. When Rob closes in on her again, she’s practically defenseless against the huge incoming powerslam!

MATTHEWS: “I’m not sure I can watch! We’re so close!”

GRIFFIN: “Or are we? We’ve seen comebacks before…”

MATTHEWS: “But Niobe can barely move!”

Hewitt is absolutely determined to make sure that Niobe is done for before he goes for the proverbial kill. He pulls Martin up off of the mat, twisting her into position for the Rabies Shot. As he sets her up, Niobe knows what’s coming. She begins to struggle. She throws an elbow into his gut! She drives her knee into the side of his head! She somehow manages to push herself up and over his shoulder to drop down behind him! Martin kicks out the back of one of his legs in desperation. As he goes down on one knee she kicks out the other and throws herself forward, clumsily locking in a crossface! Hewitt is almost able to break free before she gets it set, but Niobe corrects hastily!

MATTHEWS: “Oh my god she’s got it! Niobe’s got Rob in a crossface! She got free and now she’s so close!”

GRIFFIN: “That reversal was incredible!”

Martin screams as she cranks back on the submission hold with every bit of strength she has left. Rob stretches his arm toward the nearest set of ropes, but he’s still feet away! The cries of both wrestlers are just audible over the crowd as Hewitt struggles to hold on while Niobe does everything in her power to finish him off! Rob’s hand reaches back, searching for some part of Martin to grab onto, but Niobe manages to lean out of his range and throw her weight into the crossface! Rot gives another cry before his hand hits the mat! Hewitt taps out!

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Half of the crowd is enraged with boos while the other half cheers. “Nightmare” hits the PA system and the official has to help Niobe to her feet because she can barely stand on her own.

POWERS: “Here is your winner by submission, and NEW Fate Champion… Niooobeee Maaartiiin!!!”

GRIFFIN: “Niobe’s done it again! She won the Fate Championship back from Rob Hewitt!”

MATTHEWS: “Rob took her to the absolute limit. If he had hit that Rabies Shot she would have been done for.”

GRIFFIN: “Some how, some way she got herself free and got that crossface in place. It was amazing!”

MATTHEWS: “She has reclaimed the title for the second time and is once again Fate Champion!”

GRIFFIN: “I know for sure that Niobe doesn’t want to think about it, but I can’t help wondering who will be the next to earn themselves a shot at the Fate Championship against her.”

MATTHEWS: “And whoever they are, will they be able to pry it out of her hands, or will she hold onto it for another four months?”

GRIFFIN: “These are all questions for another night, because we are out of time.”

MATTHEWS: “On behalf of the entire Fate crew, thank you for watching!”