FATE E08 (069)


FATE E08 [069]
CROWN COLISEUM FAYETTEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA
MARCH 18TH, 2016

The picture opens to an overhead shot of the inside of Crown Coliseum. The fans in attendance are electric as we wait the beginning of the show. Moving down to ringside, we see Demi Griffin and Ronnie Matthews sitting at the announcers booth ready to kick things off.

Matthews: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 4CW Fate! I’m Ronnie Matthews and the lovely lady sitting beside me is Demi Griffin.

Griffin: Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us tonight. We have an exciting show in store for you all sitting at home watching and to those here in attendance.

Matthews: Yes we do! Before we jump into the action, I’d like to touch on the big news from our last edition of Fate.

Griffin: It sure was a great show and if you happened to miss it, then head on over to 4-C-Wrestling dot com and check it out yourself.

Matthews: With that said, the 4CW Fate Championship has changed hands yet again and your new champion is the beautiful, Niobe Martin!

Griffin: This championship win makes it three for Ms. Niobe as she was able to knock off our former champion, Rob Hewitt.

Matthews: That was one exciting match we were able to call from the best seat in the house. Niobe has really made a name for herself here on Fate. You could even say she is Miss Fate?

Griffin: I think that’s a fine name for her as she has been at the top of the scene since Fate’s creation. It’s a pleasure to watch her week in and week out but she better watch out. We have quite a few names on the roster who could step up to the plate and give her a run for her money.

Matthews: She’ll be facing off against one of those names tonight as she steps into the ring with Tanya Black!

Griffin: This match is guaranteed to be nothing short of great. Tanya has also made a name for herself on Fate. From what I have heard, a win here over Niobe tonight will put her in title contention.

Matthews: I can’t wait to see this awesome main event in store for you all. But before we make it that far, let’s start things off with our opening match.

CARTER WILLIAMS VS. HORROR VS. LORD RAAB

Powers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“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: Coming to the ring from The Isle if Samoa, weighing in at two hundred thirty two pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall… “The Free Will”, CARTER WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!

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.

Powers: Coming to the ring next!

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

Powers: From Parts Unknown, standing six feet tall, weighing in at two hundred pounds… HORROR!!!

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 went 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. The music then fades.

Powers: And last!

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

Powers: Introducing to the ring from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Green Disease German Monster”, LORD RRAAAABB!!!

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.

The official then checks with each corner, starting with Williams first and quickly receiving the nod. He then looks to Horror who stares back in silence for a brief moment before slowly nodding. Looking to Raab last, the officials eyes widen as he spits green ooze into the air. With the ooze trickling down his chin, Raab begins laughing hysterically before smiling at the official and nodding his head. The official then calls for the bell as this match is officially underway.

DING!!! DING!!!

Bursting out of his corner, Raab rushes towards Williams and closes in on him in the corner, nailing him across the side of the head with a vicious right hand. Raab then unloads with wild, violent punches to Williams trapped in the corner with nowhere to go. Rushing in behind him, Horror hits Raab over the back with a forearm but in an instant, Raab spins around and drives his foot into his stomach. With Horror lunged over from the impact of the kick to the gut, Raab then lifts him up and drops him onto his head with a scoop slam piledriver.

Standing back to his feet, Raab catches a punch to the back of the head from Williams. Williams then turns Raab around but as he does, Raab spits green ooze into his face, temporarily blinding him. Slamming both fists into Williams’ chest, Raab then drives him backwards and slams him back first into the corner. Grabbing onto the top rope, Raab then begins kicking Williams in the stomach over and over before lifting him up and sitting him on the top of the corner. Climbing up to the middle rope, Raab then wraps his arm around Williams’ head and grabs the back of his pants. Lifting Williams into the air, Raab falls backwards, dropping him across Horror’s body with a super-plex!

Griffin: Lord Raab isn’t holding anything back!

Matthews: He’s taken down both Carter Williams and Horror. That super-plex just wiped the floor with them both!

Slowly climbing to his feet, Raab then circles both men who are still down. Grabbing ahold of Carter’s head, Raab pulls him up to his feet and then whips him to the corner across the ring. Just as Williams’ crashes into the corner, Raab is right there with a clothesline, nearly taking his head off. Williams’ barely holds himself up with the ropes, leaving his mid-section open for Raab to unleash a fury of body punches. After pounding Williams’ stomach like a slab of meat, Raab rips him away from the corner and then lifts him into the air. Slowly spinning around, Raab then drives William’s back into the canvas with a spinebuster!

As Raab pushes himself up to one knee, Horror is back on his feet and charging towards him full speed. Jumping into the air, Horror flies towards Raab and wipes him out with a clothesline. Popping back to his feet, Horror stomps on Raab wildly before grabbing ahold of his head and pulling him to his feet. Locking onto his head, Horror then spins Raab around and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. With Raab laid out, Horror then races to the corner and ascends to the top. Once there, he patiently waits for Raab to stand and as he does, he leaps from the top and wipes him out with a diving crossbody. Noticing Raab’s shoulders on the mat, Horror then hooks a leg as the official sweeps in for the count.

ONE
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TW–

Matthews: Lord Raab kicks out at the two count!

Griffin: Horror could have ended things quickly with the pin over Lord Raab but something tells me this match is far from over.

Pushing himself up from Raab, Horror looks to the official for a short moment, leaving himself open just enough for Williams to burst back into the picture and clock him upside the head with a stiff elbow. Horror stumbles towards the ropes but catches himself, grabbing onto them and remaining on his feet. Williams then charges towards him, going for a double axe handle but before he can swing down, Horror kicks him in the stomach and then drops him with a jawbreaker.

Horror then goes berserk on Williams body with kicks and stomps to his mid-section and upper legs. Out of nowhere, Raab spins him around and hits him square in the chops with a European uppercut! Stumbling backwards, Horror regains his footing but by then, it’s too late as Raab knocks him to his back with a shoulder block. Horror quickly pushes himself back up and then slaps Raab across the chest with both hands, pushing him back a few steps. Raab then lunges forward with a right but Horror blocks it, countering with a right of his own.

Raab then throws another right hand and this time connects to the side of Horror’s jaw. After quickly shaking it off, Horror lunges forward but Raab steps out of the way, grabs his arm and then throws him to the nearby ropes. Hitting the ropes stomach first, Horror flips over the top and crashes hard to the floor below. With Horror on the outside, Raab slowly turns around and to his surprise, Williams is right there closing in on his face with a power punch. Just as his fist gets within a few inches, Raab side steps him and as he passes by, Raab wraps Williams up around the waist. Lifting Williams into the air, Raab slams him to the canvas with a German suplex and bridges for the pin.

Griffin: Quick counter by Lord Raab!

Matthews: That’s The Killerpin and the official is sliding in for the three count!

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

Griffin: Lord Raab’s done it! He’s won the triple threat to open tonight’s event!

Matthews: It wasn’t an easy contest by any means but after throwing Horror out of the ring, he opened up a window to get Carter Williams one on one and finish him off for the victory!

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

Powers: Here is your winner by pinfall, LORD RRAAAABB!!!

ISTVAN BATHORY VS. EL FUTURO VS. CUTTER DRIFTWOOD

Powers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Coming to the ring, led by his manager, Katrina Von Reich-Bathory, from Budapest, Hungary, weighing in at three hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, five inches tall! He is the “Wolfsbane”, ISTVAN BBAATTHHOORRYY!!!

Playing “March to the assault” by Liszt, Wolfsbane and Katrina comes to ringside, playing the violin, Katrina on Tambourines, moving in slow circles as he half walks, half dances, engrossed in his own playing. He’s in no hurry, and he ignores the crowd, staying just out of reach until he gets to the ringside area, whereupon he hands the violin to Katrina. He removes his earring, his vest, shirt 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, and takes a few shadow boxing punches to get himself warmed up, Katrina taking her place at ringside.

Powers: Coming to the ring next!

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

Powers: Coming to the ring from Acapulco, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, EL FFUUTTUURROO!!!

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.

Powers: And finally!

“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: Coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at three hundred pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “The Intimidator”… CUTTER DDRRIIFFTTWWOOOODD!!!

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.

The official stands in the center of the ring ready to get things underway. Looking to the corner of Bathory, he quickly receives the nod before turning to the other side and receiving a thumbs up from Futuro. The official then turns to Cutter who roars back before pounding his chest with closed fists. With all three men ready, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Bathory and Cutter burst out of their corners and charge towards one another before colliding in the center of the ring. Exchanging punches, the two go back and forth before Futuro jumps in between them and knocks them both to the mat with a double clothesline. Bathory rolls the furthest away and Futuro focuses on Cutter, stomping on his legs and refusing to let him get back up. Grabbing ahold of Cutter’s leg, Futuro holds it up before dropping an elbow to his inner-thigh.

Standing back up with Cutter’s foot still in his grasp, Futuro leaves his back unguarded as Bathory races in and hits him in the back of the head with a right forearm. Cutter’s foot falls to the mat as Futuro releases it. Bathory then grabs Futuro’s shoulder and spins him around. Noticing Futuro’s chest wide open, Bathory then draws back and fires with all of his might, connecting with a heart punch that sends Futuro straight to the mat.

Matthews: Down goes El Futuro!

Griffin: He’s holding his chest with both hands, let’s hope Istvan didn’t cave it in.

Reaching down with both hands, Bathory grabs Cutter by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. Cutter catches him off guard and connects with a right to the jaw but Bathory fires back with a jab to the throat. As Cutter gasps for air, Bathory then connects with a forearm smash to the face, followed by elbow smash to the ear. He then grabs Cutter’s face with both hands and gives him a nasty face rake before pushing his head away, sending him stumbling backwards before tripping over Futuro and crashing to the mat.

Grabbing Futuro’s arm, Bathory drags him to the center of the ring before kicking him in the armpit. He then stomps om Futuro’s head violently before falling forward and connecting with a headbutt to Futuro’s chest. After pushing himself back up, Bathory then stomps across Futuro’s throat and begins choking him with it as the ref rushes in with the five count.

“One! … Two! … Three! … Four!”

Bathory removes his foot from Futuro’s throat and then steps away as the official gives him a warning for the illegal move. Meanwhile, Cutter slowly begins to get back to his feet. With Bathory and the ref distracted, Cutter begins to stomp repeatedly on Futuro’s face, nearly knocking him unconscious. He then turns to Bathory and charges towards him, taking a swing right over the official’s shoulder. Bathory pushes the official aside to move him out of harms way but leaves his face open as Cutter’s fist crashes into it.

Cutter then hits him with a left to the body, followed with a right to the temple, knocking Bathory off balance. Grabbing onto Bathory’s wrist, Cutter then goes to whip him to the ropes but Bathory reverses and sends him racing towards them instead. Cutter rebounds off the ropes and runs into a clothesline from Bathory, flipping him completely in the air before crashing hard onto his back.

Griffin: Istvan took Cutter off his feet and twirled him around like it were nothing.

Matthews: He’s been in control for the most part in this match and at this rate, it won’t be much longer before he finishes it and puts someone out of their misery.

Bathory walks to the nearby corner and rests against it, leaving the other two alone as they slowly climb back to their feet. As the two stand, they turn to one another, realizing that that match is still going on and the other hasn’t been pinned. The two then go head to head, exchanging lefts and rights, beating each other senseless. Across the ring, Bathory watches as the two continue fighting, neither man putting the other one down. As the two grow tired, they connect with punches at the same time, stopping each other in their tracks.

With both men lunged over to catch their breath, Batrhory then makes his moves and rushes in between them. Grabbing onto their heads with one hand each, he raises them up and then slams them together, crushing both Cutter’s and Futuro’s skulls. Both men stagger backwards but remain on their feet. Bathory then lifts Futuro into the air and spins a few times before launching towards Cutter, wiping him out. The two hit the mat, Cutter breaking Futuro’s fall.

Bathory then moves in and pulls Futuro up to his feet before slinging him to the corner across the ring. Just as Futuro crashes against the corner, Bathory is right there with a savage chop across his windpipe, sending him to the mat barely able to breathe.

Matthews: The Full Moon!

Griffin: Hoooooooooooooowwwwwll!

Bathory then turns to Futuro and stomps across the ring towards him. Lifting him up from the mat, Bathory grabs onto the back of his head with his left hand and draws back with his right. He then pulls Futuro’s head down and falls forward while swinging his right hand and connecting with a vicious uppercut.

Griffin: You got knocked the fu–

Matthews: The Hungarian Rhapsody!

With Futuro laid out cold and Cutter still down across the ring, Bathory covers Futuro for the pin as the official slides in for the count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

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

Powers: Here is your winner by pinfall, ISTVAN BBAATTHHOORRYY!!!

AAMON VS. TANJA DEVEREAUX

Powers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Coming to the ring, weighing in at two hundred twenty two pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall… AAAAMMOONN!!!

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.

Powers: And the opponent!

“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: Coming to the ring hailing from New Orleans weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds and standing five feet, ten inches tall! She is the ‘Bayou Bad Girl’, TANYA DDEEVVEERREEAAUUXX!!!

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.

Griffin: Up next we have Aamon from The order taking on Tanja Devereaux!

Matthews: Although this isn’t our main event, in my opinion, this is one of the most hyped matches for tonight’s Fate. These two have been back and forth over the last two weeks and tonight it all comes to an end as they get their chance to settle things!

Griffin: Tanja is a little firecracker just waiting to explode inside of the ring. I hope Aamon is prepared for the fire she brings to each and every match.

Matthews: Aamon is new to wrestling but has made a nice impact in his short time thus far. He’s aligned himself with The Order and we’ve even seen him with appearances on Adrenaline from time to time.

Griffin: If there’s one match I would say people are underestimating it would have to be this one. This has the potential to raises the bar for the remainder of the show, if not steal the show.

Matthews: It sure does! Oh look, it appears the ref is ready to get things started!

In the center of the ring, the official stands with both wrestlers attention. Looking to Aamon, he gets an expressionless nod in return, signaling that he’s ready to get started. The official then turns to Tanja who points back with a look of determination across her face. With both wrestlers ready to throw down, the official then raises his arm into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both wrestlers slowly leave their corners and creep towards one another in the center of the ring. Circling each other, the two wait for the opportune time to strike. Making the first move, Tanja lunges forward and locks up with Aamon. Using her quickness, Tanja then ducks underneath Aamon’s arm and locks onto his wrist, folding his arm behind his back. Aamon then rips his arm away from Tanja and spins around, only to then receive a spinning heel kick to the chops.

Aamon shakes the hit to the head off and then lunges towards Tanja, only to miss as she side steps out of the way. Just as Aamon turns around to face her, Tanja ducks her head and shoots in, wrapping him up and lifting him into the air only to drop him to the mat with a northern lights suplex. Tanja then rolls Aamon over and locks in a Boston crab, nearly folding him in half as she pulls back both legs.

Before she can get the move fully settled in, Aamon uses all of his strength to extend his legs and send her flying backwards as he breaks out of the hold. The two then race to get to their feet, Tanja standing first. She then swings with a right hook, barely missing Aamon’s head as he ducks underneath and counters with an elbow shot to the ribs. Aamon then shoots in, lifts Tanja up from her feet, and slams her to the mat with a fireman’s carry. Popping up to his feet, Aamon then runs to the ropes as Tanja pushes herself up to an upright position. Coming back on the rebound, Aamon lays her out with a running knee to the face. He then drops down and makes the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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THR–

Griffin: That was a close one!

Matthews: He caught Tanja by surprise and almost ended the match as a result.

Aamon hops back to his feet and instantly grabs Tanja by the head and pulls her up. He then locks onto her wrist and whips her to the ropes across the ring. As she hits them hard and begins to return, Aamon takes off from stand still and meets her halfway with a running big boot to the face, knocking her flat on her back. After stomping on her for a few moments, he then rushes over to the corner and quickly ascends to the top. Leaping into the air, Aamon comes down with a diving elbow across her chest.

Pushing himself up, he then locks onto her arm and jerks her to her feet. Out of nowhere, Tanja delivers a breath taking knee to the stomach. She then wraps her arm around his head and lifts him up in a cradle before falling back, planting his head into the canvas with a DDT. Aamon rolls over to his back not moving at all as Tanja leans up and looks over at him. Seeing an opportunity, she crawls over him and hooks the leg as the official sweeps in for the count.

ONE
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TW

Matthews: Aamon kicks out!

Griffin: Surprisingly, that cradle DDT looked quite painful.

Looking down at Aamon for a short moment, Tanja then pushes herself up and begins kicking and stomping Aamon’s legs. She then grabs ahold of his foot and lifts it into the air, only to then kicks the back of his knee over and over, harder and harder with each landing blow. She then goes to lock his leg with hers and as she turns her back to his, Aamon raises his other leg and kicks her in the lower back, sending her stumbling towards the ropes.

Tanja then falls forward, crashing onto the top rope with her throat. He head then bounces back but she manages to maintain her balance, only a bit dizzy from the whiplash. Aamon then takes the opportunity to get back to his feet and move in behind her. Grabbing onto Tanja’s shoulder, Aamon spins her around and then wraps her up tightly. He then lifts Tanja into the air and plants her back into the canvas with a spinebuster.

Griffin: The entire ring is shaking after that spinebuster!

Matthews: I’m surprised Tanja didn’t lose her head after falling onto the ropes like that.

Aamon stands back to his feet and takes a few steps back from Tanja. Refusing to stay down from the impactful spinebuster, Tanja begins to push herself up. Meanwhile, Aamon looks ok, waiting for the right moment to strike. Just as Tanja stands tall, Aamon quickly moves in but to his surprise, Tanja goes for his head with a roundhouse kick. Ducking at the last possible moment, Aamon avoids the kick to the face. Realizing she missed, Tanja then turns around quickly only to get caught by surprise as Aamon jumps up, wraps her head and brings her to the mat with a cutter.

Matthews: Black Hole! Aamon just hit the Black Hole!

Griffin: Out of nowhere and Tanja is down!

Making the cover, Aamon hooks her leg as the official races over and drops in with the count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

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

Powers: Here is your winner by pinfall, AAAAMMOONN!!!

LOLA J. PEREZ VS. ROB HEWITT

Powers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“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: Coming to the ring from Dade City, Florida, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall… LOLA J. PPEERREEZZ!!!

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, kiss it and acts as if she’s putting it in an holster before walking around the ring.

Powers: And the opponent!

The opening guitar riff of Wicker Man by Iron Maiden rips through the speakers. The spotlights usually focused on the ring spin madly around the darkened arena, blinding the fans. The screens on stage flash in fit inducing red, orang and black flashes, with “RABID” bold and black emblazoned on them.

Rob Hewitt walks out onto the stage and stands at the top of the ramp, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He surveys the crowd, who after weeks of watching his road to redemption have warmed to him and cheer enthusiastically, then rips his towel from around his neck with his left hand and thrusting the right into the air, fingers hooked and clawed. He roars animalistically, enjoying the pop from the crowd.

Powers: Coming to the ring from Bristol, England, weighing in at two hundred thirty six pounds and standing six feet, three inches tall, “Rabid” ROB HHEEWWIITTTT!!!

Quickly, he jogs down to the ring, hand extended to slap the hands of anyone who bothers to stick their hand out. He jogs around the ring, continuing slapping hands with the crowd, then slides into the ring. Mounting the nearest turnbuckle, he salutes the crowd again with his clawed hand, then tosses the towel into the crowd for a souvenier. He hops off the turnbuckle, game face on, ready for the battle ahead.

Matthews: We have a big one in store for you folks watching at home!

Griffin: Rob Hewitt is coming off a tough loss two weeks ago as he not only lost his match, but he also lost the Fate Championship to Niobe Martin.

Matthews: That was a tough loss to swallow I’m sure. A win here tonight can get him back on track to working his way back into the championship picture.

Griffin: A win from Lola can also skyrocket her stock as well. It all comes down to who wants it more.

Standing in the center of the ring, the official checks with both corners, getting the okay before throwing his hand in the air and signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Before the bell even silences, both wrestlers leave their corners and approach each other in the center of the ring. On her toes, Lola has her guard up as she locks her eyes onto Hewitt slowly circling him. Shooting in for a single leg takedown, Hewitt tries to catch Lola by surprise but catches an elbow to the back of the head as Lola sprawls and falls on top of him. With the little weight she has all on Hewitt’s back, Lola then begins connecting with body blows from both sides. She then spins her body around and wraps her arms around Hewitt’s head.

Pushing himself up, Hewitt ignores Lola on his back with the sleeper barely locked in place. Once standing, he reaches over his head with both hands and locks them onto Lola, pulling her over his head and slamming her back first to the canvas. Hewitt then jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across Lola’s throat, pinning her head to the mat as her feet shoot into the air.

Standing back up, Hewitt then comes down with an elbow drop across her chest. He quickly gets back to his feet again only to come down with another elbow drop across her chest, this one harder than the first. Rolling over to his stomach, Hewitt grabs onto one of her shoulders with both hands and then begins driving his knee into it with vicious shots. Pushing himself up, he then grabs ahold of a handful of hair and pulls her up as well.

Griffin: Rob is starting things off with some ground work, taking his time with slow but lethal strikes to the shoulder.

Matthews: He clearly has the size advantage over Lola and on the canvas like this, he can really do some serious damage.

Hewitt then goes to whip Lola to the ropes but before he can release, she reverses and pulls him into her, taking him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold. Hewitt’s head bounces up from the mat in an instant and he quickly pushes himself up, but not before Lola is already standing. As he turns around to face her, Lola moves in with a three pack combo of calf kicks before following up with a handstand kick, planting her heel directly in the center of his forehead.

Hewitt stumbles backwards in a bit of a daze but manages to stay on his feet. Just as he regains his footing, Lola is right there to greet him with a spinning heel kick that drops him to the mat. With Hewitt on his back, Lola pops back up to her feet and then races over to the corner, leaping into the air and landing on top. Without even turning around first, she then jumps backwards, pushing herself away from the corner and twisting around in mid-air, coming down with a flying elbow across the top of the head. Crawling over top of Hewitt, Lola then hooks the leg as the official sweeps in for the count.

ONE
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TW–

Matthews: Nothing more than a two count!

Griffin: It was barely even that, but a kickout nonetheless.

Not wasting any time, Lola pushes herself up and then goes right back to it with stomps to Hewitt’s chest. She then hops onto him and mounts herself only to then unload with a ground and pound combination, beating Hewitt senseless from every direction. Drawing back slowly for a power punch to finish the combination, Lola leaves herself open as Hewitt reaches up with both hands and wraps them around her head. Pulling her head down and lifting his up from the mat, Hewitt connects with a brain rattling headbutt. He then rolls Lola off of him before standing to his feet.

Hewitt takes a moment to catch his breath, leaving Lola alone long enough for her to stand as well. She lunges towards him to lock up but Hewitt spins out of the way and finds himself behind her. Wrapping both arms around her waist, Hewitt then lifts her up and drives her head into the canvas with a German suplex. Popping back to his feet, he then pulls her up but keeps her lunged over before wrapping his arms around her waist again and this time lifting her up and over with a gut-wrench suplex.

Slowly getting up, Hewitt looks to his left only to be surprised as Lola is right there pushing herself up as well. She quickly moves in towards Hewitt but he drops to one knee, and flips her over to her back with a fireman’s carry. Hewitt then pulls her up in a seated position and applies a sleeper hold. The official quickly rushes over to check with her as Hewitt begins cranking down on the pressure and cutting off her oxygen supply.

Griffin: It looks like Lola might be in trouble is she can’t find a way to get out of that sleeper hold.

Matthews: Hewitt looks to have the move locked in tightly and I don’t know if she’ll even be able to overpower him to escape.

Lola struggles to break free from the sleeper hold but doesn’t as Hewitt refuses to let up. After a few moments pass, Lola grows tired and just as she appears to be out of it, the official grabs her arm and slowly raises it into the air before letting it go, watching as it drops down to her side. He then raises it again and holds it up for a moment before releasing and watching it drop for a second time. Grabbing it a third, he raises it up and holds it up for a couple of seconds before letting go. Her arm drops to her side but before bottoming out, it shoots straight into the air as it appears she’s found a second wind.

Lola then begins to push herself up as Hewitt keeps the sleeper in tact. Once standing to her feet, she then drives her elbow into Hewitt’s stomach, but doesn’t break the hold. She then hits him in the stomach with another elbow and still, doesn’t manage to break the hold. Firing away with a third, Lola drives her elbow into Hewitt’s stomach and this time, she breaks up his sleeper hold! Grabbing onto his wrist, Lola then goes to whip him to the ropes but just as she releases, Hewitt locks onto her wrist and pulls her to the ground. Hewitt then applies a scissored armbar which immediately forces Lola to begin squirming.

Matthews: Uh-oh, Rob has The Beartrap locked and loaded!

Griffin: I didn’t see that coming and neither did she!

Matthews: And there it is!

As Hewitt cranks down on the pressure, Lola begins yelling to the official that she is throwing in the towel and submitting to the ferocious move.

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

Powers: Here is your winner by submission, ROB HHEEWWIITTTT!!!

WHISPER VS. ZOLTON

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: Coming to the ring by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty eight pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! She is “The Arch Angel of Wrestling”, WWHHIISSPPEERR!!!

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.

Powers: And her opponent…

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, Zotlon 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: Coming to the ring from Yakima, Washington, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, seven inches tall! He is the “God of all Gods”, ZZOOLLTTOONN!!!

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.

Before the bell can sound, Whisper rushes in at Zolton and begins to unload on him in the corner with a furry of punches.

DING!!! DING!!!

The crowd is going wild as Whisper is wearing Zolton out with quick fists. Finally, Whisper revs back for a last punch but Zolton ducks the punch, goes behind Whisper, and kicks Whisper right in the back of the leg sending the Diva of Destruction crashing to the mat.

Griffin: BRILLIANT MOVE ZOLTON!

With Whisper down, Zolton takes a second to think before picking his opponent up and sending her into the ropes. On the comeback, Zolton rocks his opponent with a vicious dropkick to her already targeted knee. As Whisper is on the mat in pain, Zolton locks in a stiff looking arm-bar to stretch out Whisper’s leg.

Matthews: Great thinking by Zolton here in the early moments as he is already exploiting a specific body part of Whisper’s while keeping her on the mat and in one place.

Griffin: Would you expect anything less from God of all Gods?

Whisper, still clinched in the arm-bar, finds the strength to get to the ropes in order for Zolton to break the hold. Once Zolton breaks the hold, he meets the Diva of Destruction with a dropkick right to the face and follows it up with a vicious looking jawbreaker that really sends Whisper into a wall of agony.

Griffin: Zolton has gotten the jaw, the arm, and the knee already! Whisper is as good as beat!

In total control, Zolton looks quite confident at his situation as he picks Whisper up and whips her back into the ropes. On the comeback this time, Whisper ducks a clothesline from Zolton and bounces back off the ropes where she meets her opponent with a nice little shoulder block. With Zolton down, Whisper bounces off the ropes again and drops an elbow onto God of all Gods but, Zolton rolls out of the way and Whisper hits nothing but mat…

Matthews: I got to say it…Whisper doesn’t look like she prepared too much for this match because Zolton is smoking her.

Griffin: Whisper could have spent a year in training and Zolton still would have smoked her!

As Whisper falls to the mat, Zolton stomps away at her head before picking Whisper up and placing her back on her feet. With Whisper on her feet and groggy, Zolton bounces off the ropes and decks Whisper with a clothesline that sends Whisper flying over the top rope and onto the floor…

Matthews:GOOD LORD DID YOU HEAR THE IMPACT FROM THAT CLOTHESLINE! HE HAD TO HAVE KNOCKED SOME TEETH OUT WITH THAT ONE!

Since the referee has been given the match, he hasn’t started the count as Whisper lays on the outside of the floor and Zolton is still on the attack. Suddenly, with the crowd booing him like crazy, Zolton exits the ring and picks up Whisper by her hair and powerbombs her against the ring apron.

Griffin: MY STARS WHAT A MOVE!

Wasting no time, Zolton picks Whisper up and attempts to ram her head in the security barrier but Whisper somehow blocks the hold. Within a split second of the block, Whisper jams her good elbow into Zolton’s midsection and follows it up with a DDT to the concrete floor. The crowd is going crazy as Whisper has now gotten back into the match…

Matthews: Listen to the fans get behind Whisper as she has finally taken control of the match!

Whisper scrapes Zolton up off the concrete and rolls him into the ring before Whisper herself limps in as well. Now back in the ring, Whisper picks Zolton up and drives a knee into Zolton’s midsection before executing a dropkick to his face. With Zolton down, Whisper bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow into the sternum of Zolton but….

Griffin: THAT FOOL! She just dropped his injured elbow down on Zolton! Can Whisper get any denser!

As Whisper agonizes over her elbow, Zolton regains his composure, takes his opponent, and slaps in another armbar which severely extends the already tender elbow of Whisper. Zolton cinches the hold in as tight as he can but, like before, Whisper reaches the ropes and Zolton breaks the hold. However, as soon as Whisper gets up, she is met with a stiff chop to the chest by Zolton and it is followed up by a textbook gut-wrench suplex.

Matthews: I will say it now…anyone who has doubted Zolton’s skill
needs to watch the display he’s putting on now!

With Whisper down and hurt, Zolton takes the opportunity to stalk his opponent. As Whisper makes it up to her feet Zolton connects with a spinning heel kick which is followed up by a pin attempt…

Matthews: GOD’S SMITE BY THE GOD OF ALL GOD’S.

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Matthews: NO! Whisper kicked out but she did it at the absolute last second.

Wasting no time, Zolton scrapes his opponent up and decks Whisper in the face with a forearm for good measure. With the match in his hands and the intensity on his face, Zolton catches Whisper, and throws her into the corner. On the rebound Zolton grabs Whisper around her neck and rocks the Diva of Destruction with a beautiful chokeslam. As Whisper is down on the mat, Zolton sees his opportunity and moves towards the turnbuckle corner. Suddenly, Whisper gets back to her feet and Zolton charges in at her with a superkick but….

Matthews: OH! Whisper saw it coming and she’s got Zolton in a very bad situation now!
Griffin: GOOD LORD! ZOLTON NEARLY KICKED A HOLE IN WHISPER’S HEAD WITH AN ENZIGURI! ALL OF SOUTH CAROLINA COULD HAVE HEARD THAT IMPACT!

The crowd is now really buzzing as Zolton is still taking it to the Diva of Destruction. Zolton sees that Whisper is not moving and he now takes the opportunity to climb to the second rope. This time, Zolton flies through the air with an elbow drop that at the last second Whisper rolls out of the way. As Zolton gets back onto his feet he is holding his right elbow Whisper kicks him in his right elbow and then irish whips God of all Gods into the ropes. On the rebound, Whisper dropkicks Zolton which only staggers Zolton into the ropes. Whisper goes charging towards Zolton but he must have been playing possum as he kicks her in the gut and then picks her up before dropping her hard to the mat with a crucifix sit-out powerbomb.

Matthews: THE PEARLY GATES!!!

Griffin: ZOLTON IS GOING FOR THE PIN!

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

Powers: The winner of this match … ZOLTON!!!

TANYA BLACK VS. NIOBE MARTIN

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.

Powers: Coming to the ring from Albuquerque, New Mexico by way of Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds and standing five feet, six inches tall, she is “The Sinful Angel”, TANYA BBLLAACCKK!!!

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.

Powers: And her opponent…

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: Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall. She is “The Nightmare” and the 4CW Fate Champion, NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!

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 hold up the 4CW Fate Championship 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 slings the Fate Championship over her shoulder 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, holding up the Fate Championship for everyone to see.

DING!!! DING!!!

With the bell rung, both women begin to pace around the ring, sizing each other up while the crowd starts to get behind Tanya Black. At this point, Martin attempts to mess with Black by faking a couple of lock up attempts which gets Martin several boos for his troubles. Finally, Black looks to have enough as she charges in at Martin and locks up with her in a collar and elbow tie-up.

Matthews: Collar and elbow tie-up……Niobe Martin the Fate Champion gains control…

A side headlock by Martin on Black….Black pushes Martin off into the ropes….Martin on the comeback with a shoulder block on Black…..Black goes downs….Martin back off the ropes, steps over Black…..Black gets up…..leap frogs over Martin….Martin back off the ropes…

Matthews: A big powerslam by Tanya Black and listen to the crowd get on their feet!

After that exchange, the crowd jumps for joy at Tanya’s skill. Wasting no time, Black picks Martin up and presses her back up against the ropes. As Black pushes Martin off the ropes, she runs with her opponent and nails her with a beautiful knee to the midsection at point blank range. With Martin down, Black quickly picks her back up and sends Martin crashing back down with a textbook backbreaker followed up by a pin attempt…

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Griffin: And Martin kicks out! Black won’t get him that easily.

As Martin kicks out, Black gets up and moves towards the ropes. Once Martin is up, Black bounces off the ropes and attempts a lariat but Martin sees it coming, ducks, and drops Black with a devastating inverted DDT that sends the crowd into a wave of boos. Now in control, Martin picks Black up and drives an elbow into the back of Black head before dropping a leg drop across the neck of the Sinful Angel and going for the pin…

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Matthews: “And this time Black kicks out at two and a half. Niobe still in control of this match.

Martin gets Black back on her feet and she decks her with an uppercut right in the face, stunning Tanya Black in the middle of the ring. With Black stunned, Martin bounces off the ropes and nearly takes Tanya’s head off with a devastating lariat. As Black lays on the mat, Martin poses a bit for the irritated crowd before going for the pin attempt.

Matthews: Martin with another pin attempt….

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Matthews: And Black kicks back out.

Still in control, Martin keeps the confident look on her face as she picks Black up and whips her into the turnbuckles. With a full head of steam, Martin rushes in at Tanya with a running lariat…

Matthews: AND TANYA GETS HER FOOT UP!!! She just jarred the dental work of Niobe Martin on that one!

Griffin: Don’t count Tanya out just yet!

As Martin walks around, holding her mouth to check if it bleeding, Black jumps up on the second turnbuckle and flies on Martin with a devastating axehandle drop that gets the crowd back on its feet in approval for Tanya Black. With Martin down, Black picks her back up and rocks her world with a swinging neckbreaker followed up by a pin attempt.

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However, Martin kicks out again at two and a half but it does not get Black down. She wastes no time and picks Martin right back up. With Martin up again, Black gets behind her and drops her right back down to the mat with a side Russian leg-sweep in which she floats over on and goes for another pin attempt…

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Matthews:Martin kicks out and another near fall ensues. This one is starting to get interesting here.

Not phased by the kick out, Black continues her offensive as she picks Martin back up and nails her with an uppercut to the face. As Martin stands stunned, Black bounces off the ropes but, from out of no-where, Martin ducks down and lifts Black over the top-rope and right to the concrete.

Griffin: This one is about to get interesting!

With new found life, Martin jumps out of the ring and immediately goes to work on Black. Martin picks Tanya up and whips her hard into the guardrail before rushing into her with a knee to the gut. As the referee counts away, Martin rams Martin’s face into the ringpost before rolling Black back into the ring. However, Martin decides to climb the top rope while Black is down….

Griffin: What is he about to do?

Matthews: WHAT A MANEUVER! Martin just flew off the top rope and landed on Black with a devastating top rope leg-drop!!! Listen to the crowd! They are actually applauding Martin for that maneuver and she’s going for the pin….

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The crowd gasps as Black kicks out at the last second and. However, Martin wastes no time as she picks Black up and decks her with another forearm shot before whipping her into the ropes. On the comeback, Martin nails Black with a kick to the midsection and, while she’s doubled over, drops her challenger with a skull crushing piledriver right in the middle of the ring. However, Martin does not go for the pin as she continues the onslaught on Black. Martin picks Black and puts her in a position for a DDT. As Martin looks on at the crowd before executing the move, she gives Black just enough time to lock Martin by the waist and counter the maneuver with a breath-taking northern lights suplex into a pin…

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Griffin: NO! NO! Martin kicked out! Martin kicked out!

Matthews: That she did. Niobe showing why she is the Fate Champion . The referee is saying Martin kicked out at the last second but it was still oh so close for Black.

Now winded by what has went down, Black waits a couple seconds before picking Martin up off the mat. With Martin in his control, he takes Martin and drives her to the mat with a textbook gut wrench suplex followed by a pointed elbow drop to the sternum. Still in control, Black picks Martin up and whips her into the ropes. On the comeback, she rocks Martin with a devastating spinebuster and follows it up with a beautiful running elbow drop. Continuing the offensive, Martin is picked up and is driven to the mat by a breathtaking corkscrew suplex from Black that gets a standing ovation from the crowd. However, Black is not finished as she picks Martin up from the mat and whips her into the ropes. Off the comeback, Black finishes the combo off with a textbook powerslam and attempts a pin…

Matthews: This should be all..

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Griffin: NO! NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Martin gets her foot on the rope, causing another gasp from the crowd. Black looks a bit upset that she could not finish Martin off with the combo but it doesn’t get her down as she picks her opponent back up and whips her into the ropes. However, from out of no-where, Martin reverses the whip and Black is sent crashing into the referee. As Black and the referee goes down, Martin goes down as well as a result of exhaustion.

Matthews: All three women are down in the ring and this has been an exciting main event.

Griffin: If Tanya wins tonight I guess you can say she will be the next one in line to get a shot at the Fate Championship.

Niobe Martin slowly gets to her feet but is met by a headbutt to the midsection from Tanya Black. The Sinful Angel drives her head one more time into the rib cage area of the Fate Champion. As Black hops onto her feet she goes to body slam Martin but Niobe slips out from it. As she slides down her opponent’s back and lands on her feet she spins Tanya around and kicks her in the gut before picking her up and connecting with a Gory Neckbreaker. Martin flips Tanya over and makes the cover…

Matthews: Hallucination by Niobe!

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

Powers: The winner of this match … the FATE CHAMPION … NIOBE MARTIN!!!