SOUTH BEACH BRAWL II (073)

BAYFRONT PARK MIAMI, FL

Alongside the park, Biscayne Boulevard sits between tonight’s party and the tall buildings of Miami. The street has been closed for tonight’s event, sectioned off the entire stretch of the park where the party floods into the streets. Various vendors are stationed along the strip of asphalt, providing the substances to make this night even more enjoyable, if that is even possible.
On the far end of the park, the crowd is more dense as they gather around where the ring is located. Behind the ring, a stage towers the ground, where we find Steve Johnson and Vinny Vassa sitting at the booth. The camera makes its way towards the booth, over the crowd, and keying in on signs from the fans as it passes by.
DARRYL
WALLACE
HITTING THE
CITY HARDER
THAN COCAINE
FORGET WALLACE,
WE WANT KAYSIE
VASSA: “WELCOME TO THE PARTY!!!”
JOHNSON: “Thanks, Vinny. You beat me to the introductions.”
VASSA: “Oops, my bad!”
JOHNSON: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to South Beach Brawl! I’m your host, Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! We’re going to tear this city down and party until the sun comes up!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know about all that but we do have an exciting event lined up for you folks.”
VASSA: “We’re in Miami, Steve, I can guarantee that I will be up to see the sunrise tomorrow morning.”
JOHNSON: “Before you incriminate yourself, we’ll move along and jump into some tragic news that hit the internet Sunday.”
VASSA: “Come on Steve, don’t kill my buzz right now. It’s terrible what happened to Darryl Wallace but let’s try to push that aside just for tonight and enjoy the party, enjoy the scenery, and enjoy the madness that is about to be unleashed here tonight in Miami.”
JOHNSON: “As I’m sure, most of you are all aware of what happened to Darryl Wallace over the weekend. He was involved in an assault of sorts and has been hospitalized for serious, life threatening injuries. He was scheduled to compete tonight against Parker Van Peters but that match has been cleared from the card as he is unable to compete.”
VASSA: “All I’m going to say on the situation is that it’s fucked up. Someone out there is walking around without a care in the world, knowing what they did to Darryl and his career.”
JOHNSON: “No suspects have been named folks but it has been stated by authori–“
VASSA: “Let’s just move on with the card and not talk about this morbid shit, please? We have a big show lined up for everyone here and watching from home.”
JOHNSON: “Okay, Vinny. I hate to see you bothered like this.”
VASSA: “Thank you, Steve.”
JOHNSON: “So our first match of the night comes from a challenge laid down weeks ago at Adrenaline. Christy Chaos challenged Alexis Terry to a match and here we are. These two will open the show for us.”
JOHNSON: “Really saddened I can tell… Anyway! Next up we have a parking lot brawl between Omerta and Unstable! Erron Wilder and CJ O’Donnell will meet in the parking lot and throw down. What are your thoughts on this match, Vinny?”
VASSA: “What the fuck?!”
JOHNSON: “I asked you a question. What are your thoughts on this parking lot brawl we have scheduled?”
VASSA: “Why didn’t you just say so? Damn… But if I’m being honest, I think this booking was a bad idea. We’re trying to keep talent, not bury them six feet under. This match is only going to end with one man out for the rest of his life. It’s a good thing they closed down that section of the boulevard because this match could find it’s way there and the last thing we need is for a car to run over one of these gentlemen.”
JOHNSON: “We have a fight on our hands and I guarantee it’s going to get bloody. Next up, we have the newly signed team of Ascended Supremacy, Jason P. Davidson and his wife Tara Davidson, taking on the team of Best of the Best, Scotty Addams and Drew Stevenson.”
VASSA: “I’m really excited about this match. JPD has began assembling a team to take on High Octane Wrestling at their Wargames event. I’m glad that 4CW has signed this dynamic duo but their debut match under contract isn’t going to be an easy one.”
JOHNSON: “It surely is not! Scotty Addams and Drew Stevenson bring a lethal combination of experience to 4CW. Drew was occupied with the tournament we just held but now that he is available, these two are able to compete side by side and if I were the Davidson’s, I would stay on my toes.”
VASSA: “Then we jump into a championship match, the XTV Championship to be exact.”
JOHNSON: “Jason Cashe defended that championship multiple times before Bryan Laughlin defeated him at Adrenaline. Tonight is the rematch between these two and it will be an extreme caged ladder match.”
VASSA: “From my understanding, they’re going to use the same ring for this match that is being used for the whole event. I don’t see a cage anywhere. How the hell are they going to pull this off.”
JOHNSON: “That is yet to be seen but I’m sure Mr. Wallace has paid good money to have it go accordingly.”
VASSA: “I saw we just locked these two in the back of a trailer attached to a semi but that’s just my opinion. This is going to be a messy match, all enclosed in a cage nonetheless. The championship will hang from the top and the only way to get it is to climb a ladder and grab it. This is going to be a pretty tall cage.”
JOHNSON: “Weapons will be hanging from the sides and top of the cage for use. Earlier in the week Laughlin was even asking for a drill and a cross wrapped in barbed wire.”
VASSA: “A drill? What the fuck? This is serious business!”
JOHNSON: “Our second title match of the evening will have Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood challenging for the Tag Team Championships, against the reigning champions, Rorie Steel and Cyrus Riddle”
VASSA: “The Order made the challenge three weeks ago and here we are. She may not be Omerta, but tonight she is if I’m mentioning her. Omerta has their hands full with the longest reigning Tag Team Champions in 4CW history.”
JOHNSON: “They really do. New Gen took the tag division by storm in twenty-fourteen and held the championship until January twenty-fifteen. “
VASSA: “And later tonight we witness Jett Wilder take back what was his!”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way of putting it.”
VASSA: “It’s going to happen, bet!”
JOHNSON: “Our Pride Championship will be on the line in a fourway elimination match featuring three former Pride champions and the current.”
VASSA: “John Austin, Seamus O’Connor, and Jett Wilder all held the Pride Championship and want their rematch. Well… they’ll get it tonight against Chris Madison who has said he’ll take on each and every one of them.”
JOHNSON: “One pin isn’t going to win this thing. We’ll have three elimination take place via pinfall or submission until there is one person left in the ring, and that person will be the 4CW Pride Champion!”
VASSA: “Mark my words. Jett Wilder shocks the world tonight.”
JOHNSON: “If you say so, Vinny!”
VASSA: “So, with all of these action packed matches we have on the card, we’ll finish the night with a last man standing match for the 4CW Championship featuring Jair Hopkins and the champion, Dakota Smith.”
JOHNSON: “Following Winter Wasteland we started a tournament to determine who would challenge Dakota here tonight. Jair Hopkins lasted longer than anyone else, advancing round after round until finally earning his place here at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “Dakota hasn’t made it easy for him by any means. For weeks now, Dakota has assaulted people in the tournament, Hopkins catching more attacks than anyone else.”
JOHNSON: “We could say that Dakota feels threatened but then again, this is Dakota Smith we’re talking about. This is what he does.”
VASSA: “This match won’t stop until one man is down for an entire ten seconds. It’s going to be damn near impossible to keep either of these two down for that long.”
JOHNSON: “We’ll be right here until someone is, even if we have to watch the sun rise in the morning.”
VASSA: “This is my kind of party! I just hope it doesn’t rain. The sky is a little overcast. I’d hate for some rain to ruin the evening.”
JOHNSON: “Rain or shine, the show must go on and it will. It’s going to take a hurricane to stop this event.”
VASSA: “Please don’t scare me like that, damn Steve.”
JOHNSON: “That’s our lineup for tonight folks. We’re going to cut away from ringside for a few moments as we prep for our first match of the evening. We’ll be right back!”
VASSA: “Sit down and don’t go anywhere!”

VASSA: “What the hell?!?! I thought we were cutting away from ringside?”
JOHNSON: “I thought so too but apparently Parker Van Peters wants to come out here.”
VASSA: “What for? His match was cancelled, he doesn’t even have a match!”
PETERS: “This wont take long…..Ladies and Gentlemen….THE Parker Van Peters was promised to you for some incredible in ring action…and THE parker Van Peters is here to deliver. Unfortuantly….my opponent decided that he would rather sit this match out. I don’t blame him….BUT that is no excuse for competitors on the level. Shoot….Ive been in many of match with injuries….but Darryl Wallace….he is a little hurt….”
PETERS: “Little bitty Darryl Wallace has hurt his little bitty back and hurt little bitty neck….boo freaking hoo. It isn’t my fault he went and got himself hurt….and he should punish these fine…..well……these people….these mouth breathing, basement dwelling, cheeto eating, diabetic, porn addicted, virgins…..they deserve some sort of shining light in their miserable, pathetic, stupid lives. They need to see THE Parker Van Peters….and they need to see him win….
So….Mr. Referee….if you would please come out here…..and if we could get Darryl’s incredibly lame and ridiculous theme to play….maybe he is here?”
PETERS: “Feel free to start the ten count…..DO IT NOW!!!”
PETERS: “Say it…..SAY THAT I AM THE WINNER!!!!”
PETERS: “SHUT UP….you will just do it wrong…..your winner…..via countout…due to the fact that Darryl Wallace is a coward, and weakling, and a pathetic excuse for a man…..your winner…..the man who technically….technically will go down as THE man who retired Darryl Wallace and rid 4 Corners Wrestling of his miserable existence…..YOUR WINNER…..THE one and only man who could come into a company and bring such a reputation that Darryl Wallace would rather lie broken and beaten in some cheap motel than have to face #THEMainMan and lie broken and beaten in this ring, MY RING…..YOUR WINNER is the man who was disrespected, and yet in the end is the victor…..YOUR WINNER over Darryl Wallace via count out….because the guy wasn’t man enough, strong enough, or even good enough to be in the same arena and THE Parker Van Peters…let alone the same ring, MY RING…..YOUR WINNER IS THE…..PARKER…..VAN…..PETERS.”
No…..you people better no boo me…..DO NOT BOO ME!!!! You people should be cheering me….on your knees in adoration, thanking me, PRAISING MY NAME as the only guy who gives a single crap about you….I came out here, DESPITE THE FACT my miserable excuse for an opponent and even worse excuse for a man wouldn’t. He choose to not be here, he decided you people weren’t good enough for him to try and make it out here…..Darryl, by his actions, showed each and everyone of you what you all knew but would never say aloud….that none of you, NONE OF YOU are good enough….none of those morons in the back think anything good about any of you….the LIE to you….fill your feeble pedestrian heads with hope that maybe, just maybe you will be able to enjoy yourselves and forget your crappy little lives long enough to enjoy some…lets be honest….less than stellar wrestling.
The highlight of your terrible lives is watching guys like me…..and thats just sad. But THE Parker Van Peters is a fair man…a good man….I speak nothing but the truth….the truth being that none of you deserve to see me…none of you deserve to be near me, even breathe the same air or share the same planet as THE Parker Van Peters….yet #THEMainMan is gracious and wonderful and glorious and descends from his lofty heights to grace…and its only by my grace that you miserable pathetic fat welfare check collecting leeches are able to enjoy your sorry lives for a mere moment. As soon as THE Parker Van Peters walks back to the back…you will forget the joy that I bring being in your presence, you will forget how you felt when I was near you….and be forced to remember your failing marriage, your overweight spouse, your terrible dead end jobs, your impotency, your debt.
Until next time I can come out and help you forget all about your terrible lives…like a drug….you morons will never, EVER get enough of THE Parker Van Peters….”
PETERS: “Feel free….feel free to project your terrible lives on me…..feel free to your hate for your lies…..your loathing for your family and jobs…..and for a brief moment…allow the glory that is THE Parker Van Peters to allow you to forget how sad, miserable, and pathetic you all truly are.”

HARTMAN: ”I’m here with Jason Cashe, the man who soon will step into a Cage of Carnage with the XTV Champion, Bryan Laugh–”
CASHE: ”He can wait. His time expires tonight as the Champion he wants to be. The fact is that AS a man I have made mistakes. Many of them in fact and at various times throughout my career, I’ve taken L’s from those mistakes and Laughlin is another mistake that WILL be corrected here tonight.”
CASHE: ”It’s not your time to talk Hartman. It’s mine so there won’t be any questions. That would be a mistake made on your end and you don’t want that do you? No, so listen. Listen to a man like me tell you about correcting mistakes….”
CASHE: ”Not very many people know this but it was me who suggested that Unstable should bring in Darryl Wallace. I made that decision, I asked for the members of Unstable to trust my judgement. That bringing in a Wallace kid was smart business, that it would give us an advantage and that was a mistake. A man that big, how could that fall through? How could that NOT work but alas it didn’t. So…”
HARTMAN: ”What did you do Jason!?”
CASHE: ”To the guys in the back working the digital replays and highlight reels… Play it… “

”How much longer? I thought you said 7 AM?”
”Give it a bit, he keeps to his schedule. It’s only 6:45, it can be anytime now.”
”There he is, I knew he’d be a little ahead of schedule! Predictable Darryl..”
”Shut that off for now, save the battery life. We’ll need it..”

HARTMAN: ”You didn’t? Tell me you didn’t do something stupid Jason…”
CASHE: ”I’m not sure why they stopped the tape. It picks right back up! Play the fucking tape… Don’t make me come back there and play it for you!”

”Look it’s pulling up to the side of the building!”
”Just be ready. When he gets out, you jump out and grab his attention.”
”Got it. Pull up right there!”
”Whoa, what the fuck?”
”Hiya! You’re on candid camera!!”
”What’s up now motherfucker!? You want to retire? Nah ain’t going down like that you big bitch!!”
”Ohhhh!! The Mark Of JASON!! TIMBER! The Big man goes down!!”
”Don’t stop recording…”
”Ahhh stop! Stop! You motherfucker!!”
”I will stop when retirement is permanent!”
The attack from Knox gives Cashe enough time to keep control as he grips the bat tight with both hands. Darryl on his hands and knees, pushes up again only to be struck with an overhand, double handed strike to the top of his head with the baseball bat.
”HOLY SHIT!!”
”Now for retirement…”
”Consider this your pink slip from not just Unstable but Professional Wrestling… Goodbye Darryl…”
”Unstable… Remember that… Let’s go Knox, turn that shit off. We got enough footage..”

CASHE: ”Mistakes have been made. Darryl was a mistake. And just like Darryl, I will correct my mistakes in South Beach. Throw that “U” up, it’s a VERY Unstable kind of night!”

ALEXIS TERRY VS. CHRISTY CHAOS
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring, from Newcastle, England! She is ‘England’s Most Glamorous Export’, ALEXIS TTEERRRRYY!!!”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring from Laughlin, Nevada… CHRISTY CCHHAAOOSS!!!”
JOHNSON: “Starting things for us in the ring, we have two ladies who met just a few weeks ago in the All Ladies Rumble at Adrenaline.”
VASSA: “In the weeks leading up to that rumble, Christy laid out a challenge for Alexis to meet at South Beach Brawl and here we are.”
JOHNSON: “Christy has a slight edge on her after eliminating her from the rumble, but neither woman went on to win the match.”
VASSA: “Either way, we have a nice little ladies match and a ring full of eye candy!”
JOHNSON: “You say that about every single woman who steps inside of those ropes.”
VASSA: “No I don’t! I didn’t say it about that alpha-baby!”
JOHNSON: “Well.. you were probably thinking it.”
VASSA: “Maybe I was, who knows. I always have the drunk goggles on here at ringside!”
DING!!! DING!!!
The two quickly exit their corners and charge each other, colliding in the center of the ring. Christy connects with a stiff palm strike to Terry’s face, sending her head bouncing back. Firing in retaliation, Alexis swings with a forearm strike, missing Christy’s head as she quickly ducks underneath. Kicking Alexis in the gut, Chaos quickly wraps her arm around her head and then lifts her up and over to the mat with a snap suplex.
Popping back up to her feet, Chaos grabs ahold of Terry’s head and lifts her up from the mat. Driving a knee into Alexis’ side, Chaos forces her down to one knee and then turns to the ropes behind her. Coming back on the rebound, Chaos nearly takes off Alexis’ head with a shining wizard, laying her out across the mat.
JOHNSON: “Christy is off to a quick start here, laying out Alexis with the shining wizard.”
VASSA: “We saw just a small sample from these two in the all ladies rumble. Now we get the two one on one without anyone else sticking their noses in.”
VASSA: “And down goes Alexis!”
JOHNSON: “Christy got some serious hang time right there, almost as if she were floating through the air.”
VASSA: “She was, until she crashed into Ale–“
JOHNSON: “She’s going for the pin!”
ONE
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TW–KICKOUT!!!
Alexis kicks out of the pin attempt before the officials hand can slap the mat for the full two count. Pushing herself up, Chaos unloads with a series of kicks to Alexis’ head and then spins around. Jumping into the air, Chaos does a backflip and comes down, connecting with the standing moonsault across Alexis’ body.
JOHNSON: “Christy is taking the heat to Alexis, not giving her a split second to turn things around.”
VASSA: “Why would she? We’re not here to be friends and hold hands!”
JOHNSON: “So far in Christy’s first singles match in 4CW, she is really impressing me with her constant attack to Alexis.”
VASSA: “And a DDT to ring her bell!”
JOHNSON: “Alexis didn’t even see it coming.”
VASSA: “And now Christy is going up top!”
JOHNSON: “She likes to call that little move the Star Struck!”
VASSA: “If she jumped any higher she might have actually touched a star in the sky.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pinfall, CHRISTY CCHHAAOOSS!!!”

TARA: ”Just where in the hell have you been?”
TARA: ”I mean seriously? You do realize this is our first match as official members of the 4CW, correct?”
JPD: ”Of course I know that.”
TARA: ”Then explain to me what has been so important that you’ve been gone for almost 45 minutes?”
JPD: ”Have you been to catering? They got nerds! In all my years doing this I’ve never seen candy placed out in catering before an event. I think I’m going to enjoy working for Wallace.”
TARA: ”You’re kidding me, right?”
JPD: ”What? Did you want a box too?”
TARA: ”UUGGHHH!!!”
JPD: ”Calm down I’m willing to share…”
TARA: ”I need you to focus on the task at hand. It’s bad enough that we lost to Drew Stevenson the last time we were here and failed to win the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts.”
JPD: ”Heh… remember that time I found one of the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts Shitiva left at War Games and Ramona lost her shit about it?”
TARA: ”FO-CUS!”
TARA: ”This isn’t about Ramona, Sativa, or the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts right now. This is one match against both Scotty Adams and Drew Stevenson.”
JPD: ”F.A.G.”
TARA: ”Excuse me?”
JPD: ”F.A.G. Filthy Ass Goblin…you’re talking about Drew Stevenson, are you not?”
TARA: ”That’s not the point!”
JPD: ”Well if you’re going to call him by his name at least get it right!”
TARA: ”I swear to God if you don’t pull your head out of your ass…”
JPD: ”Stop worrying, we got this. I didn’t come here and sign a contract with 4CW, to wrestle our first match in our hometown to go out there and lose to a couple of assholes like Scotty Adams and Drew Stevenson. They can call themselves the Best of the Best but we are the most dominant fucking force in tag team wrestling. Tonight we show the world and put everyone on notice. Including the two teams that are competing later tonight for those 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts.”
TARA: ”Good because if you mess up out there and we’re forced to lose to Drew Stevenson for a second time…”
JPD: ”What? You’re gonna be really angry?”
TARA: ”Angry? How about no sex for an entire week smart ass?”
JPD: ”For who? Me or Jett Wilder?”
TARA: ”I just can’t even with you right now…”
JPD: ”It was a legitimate question!”
JPD: ”What the…? I could have sworn this thing was full just a second ago.”
JPD: ”Wait a damn minute… what did you do with my Nerds woman?!”

PARKING LOT BRAWL
ERRON WILDER VS. CJ O’DONNELL
VASSA: “We have the best seat in the house, no doubt about that. This stage we’re on, it’s top notch and gives us not only the best view of the action in the ring, but we can see over the entire park for the most part.”
JOHNSON: “This is one huge party going on tonight. Not only are these people here to see these great matches we have in store for them, they’re enjoying themselves. We have music blasting throughout the entire park, lights, bubbles, fog machines, beautiful women everywhere! It’s like spring break here!”
VASSA: “Things are a bit smoky here tonight and I’m not so sure the fog machines can take all of the blame. Here’s my point though. We have the best seat in the house but for this next match, I’d say we have the worst seat. Luckily we have this television monitor here so we can see the action in the parking lot.”
JOHNSON: “These types of matches are the only downsides for us. In the ring, we always have the best view but when things head away from ringside, we’re stuck here at the booth missing out on all of the action in person.”
VASSA: “It’s a shame because this parking lot brawl with Erron Wilder and CJ O’Donnell is going to be wild!”
JOHNSON: “The war between Unstable and Omerta has been going on for months. Erron represents Omerta and CJ represents Unstable. This is the only stable-war match we have on the card tonight. Whoever wins this fight will make a big impact moving forward with these two groups.”
VASSA: “I highly doubt this parking lot is going to contain these two. Hell, the damn boulevard is shut down and I wouldn’t be surprised if the fight made it to the street.”
JOHNSON: “We could even see this thing end up in Biscayne Bay. The possibilities are endless.”
VASSA: “One thing is for sure, we’re in for a treat, even if we have to sit back and watch this thing on a monitor instead of in person.”

POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be a parking lot brawl. In one corner we have Erron Wilder, representing Omerta and in the other, we have CJ O’Donnell, representing Unstable.”
JOHNSON: “There’s the announcement from Mike Powers! It’s about that time.”
VASSA: “All we need now is the signal from the official and this match will be underway.”
JOHNSON: “The hatred these two groups have between them, the key word in this whole match is brawl. This is a parking lot brawl at South Beach Brawl, and I wouldn’t expect anything less from these two men.”
VASSA: “There are basically no rules either in this thing so anything can go down. They can use what foreign objects they get their hands on. They can use the environment itself as a weapon. I hope those cars have insurance.”
“FIGHT!!!”
In the parking lot but in seclusion at the far end, a huge explosion goes off, simulating a bell.
BBBOOOOOOMMM!!!
VASSA: “Here we go!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s get it on!”
CLUNK!!!
In a daze but still aware of his surroundings, CJ throws an elbow back, planting it into Erron’s mid-section and knocking his breath away. Pushing himself away from the car, CJ pops up, knocking Erron off of him and sending him stumbling backwards. CJ then jumps backwards, spins around and connects to the side of Erron’s head with a nasty elbow strike. Dropping to one knee and holding the side of his head, Erron gasps for air. CJ then charges in full speed and leaps into the air, closing in with a version of his running high knee.
VASSA: “Irish Knowledge this soon?!”
JOHNSON: “NOPE!!!”
JOHNSON: “There’s our first low blow of the night folks!”
VASSA: “That hurt me just watching it!”
CRAAAAAAAACK!!!
VASSA: “Feels like we’re watching a bonus stage from Street Fighter.”
JOHNSON: “I wouldn’t know what that is.”
VASSA: “Of course you wouldn’t, you’re almost one hundred years old.”
CJ then puts all of his weight behind a right punch and drives his first into Erron’s jaw, whipping his head to the side. Firing back, Erron connects with forearm shot to CJ’s face, knocking him back a step. Erron then lunges forward to lock up but CJ side steps him, sticks his foot out to trip him, and then pushes him face-first into the side mirror of the care, breaking it off if force.
THUD!!!
Falling to the ground, Erron rolls over to his back and as soon as he opens his eyes, CJ’s foot comes crashing down into his face. Kneeling down over Erron, CJ then grabs him by the back of the head with one hand and begins laying rapid punches into Erron’s face with the other. The punches then transition into elbow strikes, crashing into Erron’s skull over and over. With Erron almost out of it, CJ then slams his head to the pavement and lays over him for the cover.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: “There’s still life in Erron!”
VASSA: “These two have thrown wrestling out of the window for this brawl.”
Turning around, CJ looks over the damages of the hood, caved in from the impact of Erron’s body. With a smile on his bloody face, he then climbs onto the hood of the car. With his arms held out to his sides, CJ walks to the edge of the hood and looks down at Erron, lying on his back and holding his midsection. Waiting patiently, CJ keeps his eyes locked on Erron as he slowly begins pulling himself up using the car. Once standing, he looks up in surprise as CJ leaps off the hood of the car and flies towards him.
VASSA: “Look out Erron!”
JOHNSON: “CJ is airborne!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like the circle of cars wasn’t enough to contain there two!”
VASSA: “They’re headed to the boulevard baby!”
JOHNSON: “And this is probably the main reason this section of the boulevard was closed for this event.”
Leaning up to a seated positon in a daze, Erron holds his face in a world of pain. Standing beside him, CJ grabs Erron by the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet but bent forward. In a burst of energy, Erron wraps CJ up and begins driving him backwards. The fans jump out of the way, creating a path that leads straight to a hotdog stand.
CCRRAASSHH!!!
Erron drives CJ’s back into the side of the hotdog stand, nearly tipping it over with the impact. As the hotdog stand comes back down, the side slams into the back of CJ, knocking him forward and onto Erron who falls to his back. Reaching up with both hands, Erron locks them around the back of CJ’s head and pulls it forward while popping his up, hitting CJ right between the eyes with a vicious headbutt.
VASSA: “Erron just rung CJ’s bell with that headbutt!”
JOHNSON: “I think it knocked CJ senseless because he doesn’t look to be all there at the moment, like he’s staring off into space.”
VASSA: “Did you just see that headbutt? I wouldn’t be surprised if both men have a concussion after that!”
JOHNSON: “I think Erron is about to turn CJ into a buffet!”
VASSA: “CJ better hope there aren’t any knives within his reach because I don’t doubt for one second that Erron would cut him open if given the chance.”
JOHNSON: “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”
VASSA: “HELL NO!!! This is a street fight!”
VASSA: “Jesus-fucking-Christ!”
JOHNSON: “Oh my…”
VASSA: “Damn that’s going to be one hell of a mess!”
JOHNSON: “CJ is covered from head to toe!”
VASSA: “That’s a waste of a good hotdog stands if I’m being honest.”
JOHNSON: “Things are looking bad for CJ right now because Erron has him set up for his finisher!”
VASSA: “This doesn’t lo–“
JOHNSON: “Here he goes!”
JOHNSON: “THERE’S THE JUST DESERTS!!!”
VASSA: “Onto the hotdog stand head first!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JOHNSON: “Erron Wilder wins it ladies and gentlemen!”
VASSA: “Holy shit these two beat the hell out of each other.”
JOHNSON: “This was literally a fight from start to finish and left a trail of wreckage behind them.”
VASSA: “Well that’s one for Omerta tonight! The only one in a match featuring both Omerta and Unstable.”
JOHNSON: “We’ll see Omerta taking on The Order later on tonight.”
POWERS: “Here is your winner by pin fall… ERRON WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
VASSA: “That was one hell of a fight!”
JOHNSON: “What did you expect? This is South Beach Brawl!”
VASSA: “I didn’t expect anything less with this match. I knew it was going to be a fight and that’s exactly what this was.”
JOHNSON: “Alright folks, we’re going to take a short break and cut backstage for a mome–“
VASSA: “Backstage? What backstage?”
JOHNSON: “It’s a habit, be quiet! We’ll be right back folks!”

JETT: ”Fifty six, fifty seven!”
JETT: ”Sixty, sixty one, sixty two. John Austin’s fat stomach. Seamus and his stupid…looking…beard!”
JETT: “CHRIS MADISON’s STUPID FACEEEE!”
JETT: “I am going to take that Pride title tonight there is no way I am leaving without it. It belongs to me. Seamus is going to finally show me respect. John Austin is going to finally give up trying to beat me. And Chris Madison…Chris Madison…!”
JETT: “His undefeated streak is done!”

ASCENDED SUPREMACY VS. BEST OF THE BEST
JOHNSON: ”We’re back here at ringside and what a match we’re about to see that is going to light up South Beach Brawl and all of Miami!”
VASSA: ”The debut of Ascended Supremacy, Jason P and Tara Davidson! This is going to be electric!”
JOHNSON: ”You nailed the head right on that one, Vinny! But let’s not forget how electric Drew Stevenson and Scotty Addams, the Best of the Best, are going to be as well. These two elements clashing in the ring is going to be freaking explosive!”
VASSA: ”You’re damn right it’s going to be explosive! This could very well have match of the night ingredients!”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s waste no more time then! Take it away, Mike!”
POWERS: ”The following tag team contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall!”
“(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom) Cut it!”
Fireworks explode on stage as the lights in the arena come back on. A loud chorus of boo’s begin to echo throughout the crowd.
POWERS: “From Miami, Florida standing at six feet, three inches and five feet, four inches respectively. Weighing in at a combined three hundred sixty two pounds…”
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)”
The husband and wife duo of Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson make their way out on stage slowly. They stand tall on stage soaking in the boo’s and hatred from the crowd while holding their arms high into the air triumphantly.
“Let me tell you, I’m vicious
Not pass-aggressive
I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I get it
And I’m a savage
It’s automatic
I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static”
POWERS: “They are Wrestling’s only true Royalty… Jason P. and Tara Davidsonnnnn… they are… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”
“Cause victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten”
Tara makes her way up the steel ring steps as Jason hops up to the ring apron. Tara strides along the ring apron as Jason leans down and holds the ropes open. The camera pans around and watches closely as Tara bends over as she steps through the ropes and enters the ring.
“I’m gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord”
Jason and Tara go to opposite corners and climb the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd as flashbulbs go off all over the arena. Both husband and wife hop down off the turnbuckle and go to their respective corner as their music dies down.
JOHNSON: ”And here they are! Jason and Tara may be a hot commodity by the crowd in Miami tonight, but they are definitely showing no love to these fans!”
VASSA: ”It’s Ascended Supremacy we’re talking about here! They don’t give two shits about these people and rightfully so as they should keep their focus on their opponents! I’ll tell you one thing, I would not want to be standing across the ring from those two!”
JOHNSON: ”I will give you that, in which case they do take care of their business. If they showed more respect towards these fans, they would be even hotter than they are right now! However, I will not deny their legacies and the careers they have made for themselves. Quite, quite, impressive!”
POWERS: ”And introducing their opponents, they weigh collectively together at an impressive four hundred and seventy pounds, SCOTTY ADDAMMMS and DDREW STEVENSONNN, the BEST OF THE BEST!”
JOHNSON: ”Drew and Scotty definitely have their hands full tonight, but they are very capable of giving the Davidson’s a run for their money tonight. There are only a few, select tag teams that can really give the Davidson’s trouble and this is one of those teams. They aren’t called the Best of the Best for nothing!”
VASSA: ”Are you fucked up or something, Stevie? The Davidson’s are THE tag team and there isn’t anyone in this industry who can take them down! While I can argue Drew and Scotty are a great team, they have no idea how out of their league they really are!”
JOHNSON: ”While I can normally agree with you, I think Drew and Scotty surprise Jace and Tara here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Fine since it’s pointless to get anything worthwhile through your skull, we’ll agree to disagree!”
The bell rings as both teams take a few moments to discuss strategy as it looks like Jace and Scotty are going to kick off this match. As Tara and Drew exit the ring, Jace and Scotty start to merge in the middle as they circle each other a few times as both try to find a gauge to start this match. Jace and Scotty then lock up in the middle of the ring as a struggle for control ensues. The two grapple for a few moments before they break away and regroup as they stay locked in on each other.
JOHNSON: ”I figured this was how this match was going to start. A lot of psychology being played out between both these guys.”
VASSA: ”They are just feeling each other out. That is to be expected when you have two great teams facing off against each other.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Look how careful and calculated both these men are displaying here. Jace with the early advantage in this match.”
VASSA: ”Slow and steady wins the race, Steve, and that’s exactly what both these teams are doing right now and that has allowed Jace to get going out of the gates of this match.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Man did you hear that kick?! None the less, Scotty has a quickness to him that makes him so effective.”
VASSA: ”If Scotty and Drew can keep their pace up like they are known for, then there’s a chance that they could actually knock off the Davidson’s here tonight and that’s something that I’ve even said earlier probably wouldn’t happen. The Davidson’s are so fierce and their reputation precedes them. It doesn’t matter where they go, they are always going to be a threat and they’ve taken care of business before.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a great double team by Drew and Scotty and that move can always be devastating on their opponents.”
VASSA: ”They are definitely pulling out all the stops here tonight and rightfully so. Great moment there for Drew and Scotty.”
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Tara is on fire right now!”
VASSA: ”The fierceness of the Davidson’s! I’ll tell you this much, Steve, I don’t want to piss off Tara!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”No! Drew is barely able to get the shoulder up in time!”
VASSA: ”Good, sneaky teamwork there by Jace and Tara. Drew is a fighter and while that was a devastating tag team move, Drew is going to be hard to put down.”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a close call that was! I thought Drew had her there!”
VASSA: ”Close but no cigar, Stevie. That was a devastating assault there by Drew, though. This match has been intense from the start!”
JOHNSON: ”There it is! Drew’s got Tara locked in his deadly submission maneuver! Tara is in BIG trouble!!”
VASSA: ”What’s worse, is that she has nowhere to go! She’s flat out right in the middle of the ring! This is over!”
JOHNSON: ”Jace with the save! Things were definitely looking like they might have been over but this match continues!”
VASSA: ”Unbelievable. Jace came in the nick of time!”
JOHNSON: ”This match has turned into absolute chaos!”
VASSA: ”What did you expect to come out of this match?! I knew this was going to be explosive and that’s exactly what it has lived up to!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR-KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Jace with the shoulder up! Unbelievable! The toughness from all four of these competitors are insane!”
VASSA: ”I gotta give it up for these guys. Everyone is fighting with a high caliber of competition right now!”
ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”What a spine cringing move by Jace! Scotty stays alive in the match!”
VASSA: ”Yes but how much more can either of these teams endure? There’s going to be a breaking point sooner rather than later.”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”That’s it!”
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, JJACE PARKER DDAVIDSON and TTARA MICHAELS DDAVIDSON……ASCENDED SSUPREMACY!!”
JOHNSON: ”And the Davidson’s win it! What a good damn match that was!”
VASSA: ”It was indeed a very good match and hats off to Drew and Scotty, but the Davidson’s are just too powerful to stop!”
JOHNSON: ”Agreed. Great effort from Drew and Scotty, but Jace and Tara were just too much for them tonight and…hey WATCH OUT!!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Well it’s no secret there’s bad blood between the Davdson’s and Stevens but Stevens has put a damper on the Davidson’s debut win here tonight.”
VASSA: ”Doesn’t that dumb piece of shit ever learn?! Every time I’ve seen Stevens do something stupid, he pays for it and then does it again acting like he’s learned nothing from his past. Dick move by Stevens and one that he will pay for.”
JOHNSON: ”Yea, Stevens isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s going to have his hands full next week looking ahead to the match with Jace Parker Davidson on Mayhem.”
VASSA: ”Bottom Four baby!!”

HOLLYWOOD: ”Just what do you think you’re doing back here?! Can’t you see I’m fucking busy right now! You should know better not to interrupt a man and his thoughts!”
HOLLYWOOD: ” LEAVE US ALONE!! If you haven’t figured it out by now, there’s a reason why no one has been able to locate me tonight. I have nothing to say to you people right now and the longer you continue to stand there increases your chances of not walking away on both of your feet!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”What’s the matter? You look….pale. I warned you…the longer you stick around here the more susceptible to become to being attacked. I must warn you, sometimes I lose my control over myself and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens to you next!”
SAVAGE: ”THERE YOU ARE! I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you! What are you doing back here?!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”What in the world am I doing back here? There’s nothing exciting about this area whatsoever. Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere..”
SAVAGE: ”At any rate…tonight’s the big night. Are you ready for us to take back OUR 4CW Tag Team Championships?”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Yes. We’re not just going to take back OUR tag team titles, but we are going to do it with authority. Rori Steele and Cyrus Riddle are poisons of the system, poisons to 4CW. They are going to be met with swift action and they will be punished for the way they have desecrated our 4CW Tag Team Championships! They will not be the only ones held accountable either. This bullshit, the corruption that was allowed to move in in the first place will be met with order. This fault, this discrepancy that was enacted, it goes all the way to the top in the 4CW hierarchy and their deception and action will be dealt with as well.”
SAVAGE: ”I’m guessing you have a plan of action for that?”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Oh I’ve got a few different ideas to put our plan into motion. One thing I will absolutely not stand for is to be dictated by others, especially in the hierarchy of 4CW management. This new….puppet…of Perry’s, or maybe it’s the other way around depending on how deep your fucked up process of thinking is, thinks that she can control fate and thinks she can control what happens around here. I have NEVER been a man to be given orders, especially from a higher power. I AM THE POWER! I’ve always been and in time, that will be revealed at the right time. It makes me laugh because they think they can control what happens around here and that…THAT is what gives the corruption its stained look on 4CW.
As far as tonight is concerned, the main priority right now is getting back control of our 4CW Tag Team Championships. NewGen’s resurrection will soon be complete and with while we take back what’s rightfully ours, I don’t want the mistake made that the corrupted, pieces of shit here will probably assume. This goes for talent as well and it’s my duty to make sure that The Order isn’t misunderstood. Our hold on the tag team division, and the tag team titles will not limit us this time. There will be NO restrictions and after we capture those tag titles and restore order in them, The Order shall look to restructure 4CW and restructure it all the way to the fucking top! The corruption WILL fall and when it does, ALL control will belong to The Order!”
SAVAGE: ”The time is almost upon us, brother. Let’s go win our titles back and then we can move forward with the vision you have entrusted us. I may not know some things, but I trust you, I always have. Despite the mission and my understanding of everything, you have never given me a reason not to follow you into battle and that’s why I’m always going to no matter what we face ahead!”
HOLLYWOOD: ”Come my friend, we have a lot of work to do. Let’s go. The corruption that must be dispelled starts with the filth of Rori Steele and Cyrus Riddle. They are merely the opening pawns in a complicated game, a dangerous game, that shall be enacted throughout all of 4CW!”

“Jason! You left without saying anything!”
PSYCHE: “You in there love?”
CASHE: “Yeah…”
CASHE: “I’m lucky to have you, do you know that?”
PSYCHE: “I do! Heh!”
CASHE: “Tonight isn’t about luck though. Tonight is about adapting to survive. THE Evolution begins tonight…”
“You two get a room!”
CASHE: “Well look at what we have here! Come to feed my ego before I go out there and get bloody?”
AMBER: “I’m glad I caught up with you! Hello Psy, how have you been? I see getting a little “unstable” in life huh? Heh!”
PSYCHE: “Only in affiliation! I’ve grown fond of at least one of you!”
CASHE: “I know huh? Amber Ryan is awesome!”
AMBER: “I think she means you darl!”
PSYCHE: “Ahhh my special, special man!”
CASHE: “I am pretty special, hopefully that transitions well into the next XTV Champion! Speaking of which… It’s about that time!”
AMBER: “I’m sure you’ll knock em dead! I talked with CJ and the “plans” we had are now slightly adjusted. Instead of tonight, they will happen next Adrenaline.”
CASHE: “That’s fine, we can hop on it when ever. The world won’t be ready for it. Handling this will be even harder soon. Let me get going, you should stick around though Amber! I’ll be back with some weight and blood loss but let’s celebrate before I fly out to Japan in the AM.”
AMBER: “Oh you won’t see the last of me! Psyche, do you want to head to the locker room and watch the match together?”
PSYCHE: “That would be great!”
CASHE: “Sounds like a plan then! Go now, go watch me kick some ass while you two become breast friends… Best! Best friends!”
Psyche rolls her eyes, Amber just shakes her head. Both having known Cashe long enough to know his mind had been in naughty places. Psyche kisses him to the cheek before the two Ladies head off down the hallway. Luckily for Cashe he had grown and smoked himself into having a short term memory. As the ladies got out of sight, his mindset changed as quickly as it had jumped before. He was ready. He was tired of waiting…
CASHE: “Let’s go make a Moment Laughlin… My Moment!”

XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
EXTREME CAGED LADDER MATCH
JASON CASHE VS. BRYAN LAUGHLIN ©
JOHNSON: “Welcome back folks! We had to take a longer break than normal to get ready for our next match but the wait is now over!”
VASSA: “It’s been a fun night so far but the volume is about to get cranked up even further! Look at that cage!”
JOHNSON: “I’m actually surprised that the crew was able to get it up so quickly. Over the break the sides we put up into place and then we had a helicopter fly in with the room and lower it onto the top for it to be secured.”
VASSA: “Being outside, we couldn’t exactly lower a cell from the roof. There were talks about using a crane but with the limited space we already have here, that was out of the question.”
JOHNSON: “All week long the crew has been practicing putting the cage together, preparing for tonight and it worked flawlessly. The enclosed cage now stands before us!”
VASSA: “Everything is in place. Weapons hang from the sides and top of the of the metal fence. We have chains, kendo sticks wrapped in barbed wire, light tubes, rolls of barbed wire, bags of thumbtacks, a stop sign, staple gun, a crowbar, and even a crown of barbed wire!”
JOHNSON: “A crown of barbed wire?!”
VASSA: “Yes! I guess in case anyone decides to start feeling a little alpha.”
JOHNSON: “There all kinds of things hanging from that cage, the list goes on and on. There were even a few requests made over the week.”
VASSA: “Ask and you shall receive! Bryan Laughlin requested a power drill which I see, and even a full size cross wrapped in barbed wire!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know what he plans to do with that but the crew has secured it to one side of the cage, upside-down in fact.”
VASSA: “On the mat, he have a couple of tables, a pane of glass, trash cans stacked in one corner, and even a bed of nails!”
JOHNSON: “Are you serious?! How am I not seeing this?”
VASSA: “Sorry, I got carried away! There is no bed of nails folks but everything else is there and ready for use!”
JOHNSON: “You forgot about the most important piece of all.”
VASSA: “Did I?”
JOHNSON: “Yes you did! You forgot about the ladder standing tall in the center of the ring.”
VASSA: “Well it is a cage LADDER match and we can’t have one without an actual ladder. Leave it to me to forget the obvious things!”
JOHNSON: “Above that ladder, the XTC Championship will hang. That’s a pretty tall ladder too. This enclosed cage isn’t short by any means. They made sure to make this thing as tall as possible. It’s going to be a climb to grab that championship, and an even further fall if knocked down from the top.”
VASSA: “With everything in the ring that we’ve mentioned, and things that we haven’t, this thing is primed to produce massive amounts of blood in the ring. Once this thing is over, they’re going to need to hose down the canvas for out matches to follow.”
JOHNSON: “So, we have the makings for one heck of a match. The only thing missing is the XTV Championship but the official will secure that above the ring as soon as Bryan Laughlin brings it to out.”
VASSA: “We’ve kept everyone waiting long enough! Let’s not hold up the show any longer!”
JOHNSON: “That sounds like a plan to me!”
POWERS: “The following contest will be for the 4CW XTV Championship, in an Extreme Caged Ladder Match! Please put your hands together for our Special Guest tonight! Performing LIVE! Welcome… The Weeknd!”
“It won’t be in vain
To swallow all your pain
And learn to love what burns
And gather courage to return
Faces in the crowd
Faces in the crowd will smile again
And the devil may cry
The devil may cry at the end of the night”
The camera scans over closely to the ‘Faces in the crowd’ as the music plays loud in the outside beach setting. Women in bikinis, men shirtless with swim trunks on. Children filled with excitement for the night’s activities.
VASSA: “Ohh I hope he does his Cocaine song next!!”
Faces in the crowd will smile again
And the devil may cry
The devil may cry at the end of the night”
A small smoke machine under the stage releases thick clouds blown up through the floors. The band members become hard to see as the smoke fills the stage. Suddenly from the thickness comes Jason Cashe and the live audience erupts! With a smile on his face, Cashe slaps into a handshake with The Weeknd, comes in for a quick hug. The singing continues as Cashe heads to the ring.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the former three time 4CW Champion and one time XTV Champion… ‘The Troubled One’, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
And heaven will hear them call your name
And home will feel like home again
Corruption will fill your brain
Faces in the crowd
Faces in the crowd will smile again
And the devil may cry
The devil may cry at the end of the night”
At ringside, grabs the Cell and shakes it as the hype in him boils over. Excited he roars out to the crowd and they roar back. Rounding the cell, Cashe gets to the open door and uses the stairs the climb up. Before entering the ring and cell, he turns back to the crowd and stares out at them.
JOHNSON: “This song is called ‘Devil May Cry’ and knowing that Cashe doesn’t have theme music on a normal night, this HAS to be a direct jab at his opponent tonight!”
Faces in the crowd will smile again
And the devil may cry
The devil may cry at the end of the night
They will parade upon your victory
They will parade upon your victory
You’ll put a smile upon their faces
The world will be yours for the taking
The story you birth will be ageless
Just learn to love pain and be patient
Faces in the crowd
Faces in the crowd will smile again
And the devil may cry
The devil may cry at the end of the night”
Stomping his feet on the stairs, Cashe hits his ‘air joint’ twice before throwing his arms up to the crowd’s cheers.
JOHNSON: “The crowd loves him tonight! This is going to be a dangerously violent match!”
VASSA: “Cashe is already getting a feel for the setting here. Right where he was looking is where the championship will hang. All he has to do is put Laughlin down long enough to make the climb and grab the belt.”
JOHNSON: “Let me also mention for those of you watching at home. There is no outside ring area within this cell. You have ropes, apron, and then the cage walls erecting against the side of the ring. All of the action for this match will take place in the ring… or above it!”
VASSA: “Cashe is no stranger to this type of match. He competed in the first ever in 4CW for the 4CW Championship, then known as the South-West Heavyweight Championship.”
JOHNSON: “Things are a little different than that specific match. There is now a roof on the cage unlike before, and a cell full of weapons!”
VASSA: “This has turned into one work shop full of tools for destruction and now we get to watch and see what these two men craft with their own two hands.”
POWERS: “And the champion!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is the 4CW XTV Champion, ‘The Ripper’, BRYAN LAUGHLIN!!!”
“Judge me for what I am
The passage of death
You don’t play, you don’t win
You change nothing
You gain nothing
Everybody’s out from here on in”
He backs into the nearest corner taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him out of the ring as his music slowly fades.
VASSA: “The champion is in the house!”
JOHNSON: “A month ago, Bryan Laughlin defeated Cashe for the XTV Championship on Adrenaline. Tonight, he defends against the man who wants the belt back, the man who has defended that championship many times over.”
VASSA: “This will be Laughlin’s first defense of the XTV Championship and damn it doesn’t get any tougher than this.”
JOHNSON: “The Extreme division isn’t an easy one by any means. A lot of people walk in here talking the talk, but only a few can actually walk the walk.”
JOHNSON: “Unlike the many before him making empty claims, Bryan has proven that he belongs in this division. A successful defense over Cashe here tonight will cement that to any non-believers still out there.”
Standing in the center of the ring, the official first checks with Cashe who stares right through him, eyes still locked on Laughlin. After a few short moments, Cashe then tilts his head back and roars into the air…
CASHE: “RRRRRAAAAHHHH!!! LET’S GO!!!”
DING!!! DING!!!
Immediately, Laughlin turns to the cage walls behind him and climbs to the middle ropes of the corner. Reaching above his head, he grabs ahold of a steel chair, wrapping his hands tightly around the legs. Before he can manage to pull it down, Cashe is right there behind him, thrusting his head forward and driving it into Laughlin’s lower back. Laughlin loses his balance and removed one hand from the chair, reaching behind himself and holding his lower back. Cashe then wraps him up around the waist and pulls him down to the mat. As Laughlin falls to his feet, he pulls down the chair in one hand, while his face slams onto the top of the corner.
Cashe then rips the chair out of his head and holds it up with both hands, jabbing it forward and hitting Laughlin in the back of the neck with the top of the backrest. Laughlin falls into the corner, arms draped over the top ropes. Cashe then drops the chair behind him and steps in close to Laughlin. Grabbing ahold of him, Cashe then pulls Laughlin away from the corner, lifts him up and falls backwards, driving Laughlin head first onto the chair with a belly to back suplex. Holding the back of his head, Laughlin rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up to both knees and elbows.
Picking the chair up from the mat, Cashe then turns to the corner and slowly climbs to the top, using the cage to help balance himself. Turning around to look at Laughlin, Cashe waits patiently with the chair in both hands, waiting for the opportune time to strike. Pushing himself up, Laughlin is on all fours, both hands and feet. Cashe then leaps from the corner with the chair raises above his head in both hands. As Cashe comes down swinging the chair, Laughlin pops up onto both hands and then kicks his legs straight, extending them and driving his feet into the chair as Cashe comes down, knocking it back into Cashe’s face.
CCRRAACCKK!!!
VASSA: “DAMN!!!”
JOHNSON: “Bryan quickly turned things around after surprising Cashe with that handstand kick into the chair.”
VASSA: “That was a smart, split second decision on Laughlin’s part and it appears to have paid off.”
VASSA: “That bell clap gets them every time!”
JOHNSON: “One of these days he’s going to end up popping someone’s ear drum.”
VASSA: “This is Cashe we’re talking about! We all know that is the intention!”
Cashe hangs, draped over the top rope. Stepping in beside Cashe, Laughlin reaches up the cage wall and pulls away a meat hook. He then begins wrapping the handle of it in the barbed wire, securing it against the cross. Squatting down, Laughlin then grabs Cashe by the legs and lifts him up, flipping him upside down over the top rope. Before Cashe can drop to the apron, Laughlin places his foot into the curve of the meat hook, holding him upside-down in place. With Cashe hanging and nowhere to go, Laughlin then turns to the opposite ropes and takes off towards them. Coming back on the rebound with speed, Laughlin hops up from the mat, legs in front, and goes through the ropes, driving his feet into Cashe’s face. Cashe’s body presses against the barbed wire as grunt and moans quickly escape his mouth. His foot then breaks free from the hook and he slides down the cross, barbed wire digging into his flesh, before crashing onto the apron head first and folding over.
JOHNSON: “That was brutal!”
VASSA: “That isn’t how I saw this cross coming into play. I’ll be honest with you. I was hoping to see someone actually nailed to it.”
JOHNSON: “That’s just sick, Vinny!”
VASSA: “The Extreme division isn’t for those with a weak stomach.”
VASSA: “He’s on that stairway to heaven!”
JOHNSON: “He has a long climb to make…”
VASSA: “I wouldn’t be able to do it, I’m afraid of heights.”
JOHNSON: “Uh-oh! Cashe is back in the ring!”
VASSA: “Goddamn! It looks like someone went to town on his back with a whip!”
JOHNSON: “Those would be lacerations from the barbs cutting into his flesh.”
VASSA: “Oh shit, what’s he doing?!”
JOHNSON: “He’s going to tip the ladder over!”
VASSA: “Bryan better do something quick before Cashe takes this opportunity away from him.”
CRACK-CCRRAACCKK-CRUNCH-CCRRRAAACCCKKK-CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!
The tubes explode upon impact in a cloud of glass. Laughlin then drops down to the apron, falling onto his side as glass rains on him from above. His entire side begins spotting with blood from the small cuts up and down his body.
VASSA: “HOLY SHIT!!!”
JOHNSON: “I was thinking we’d see those light tubes used individually but Laughlin just destroyed them all in one big swoop!”
VASSA: “That was a nasty fall and now he and that whole side of the ring are covered in broken bits of glass.”
Picking the bag of thumbtacks up from the floor, Cashe walks over to the sea of glass covering the side of the ring. Ripping the bag apart, Cashe then begins pouring the thumbtacks onto the glass, spreading them out evenly and covering the entire area. The mixture of thumbtacks and broken glass silence the crowd at the sight. Cashe then turns to Laughlin and walks over to him, leaning over the top rope and grabbing him by the head. Locking his arm around Laughlin’s head, Cashe grabs the back of his pants and then lifts him up and over the top rope, falling backwards to the mat and dropping him with a suplex onto the glass and tacks.
JOHNSON: “This is getting ugly!”
Cashe then steps in beside Laughlin and goes to set him up for a Russian leg sweep. Before drop Laughlin to his back, Laughlin lands an elbow to his chops. With Cashe in a slight daze, Laughlin then pulls Cashe down forward, face-first into the glass and tack covered mat. Rolling over to his side, Laughlin’s body becomes a pincushion for the sharp objects. Lifting his head up from the mat, Cashe’s face is covered in glass and tacks as blood begins to drip down from it onto the mat, mixing to create a crimson see of wreckage. The two then slowly begin pushing themselves up from the bloody mess they lay in.
Standing first, Laughlin moves into Cashe and hits him over the back with a double axe handle before be can stand. He then grabs Cashe by the head and lifts him to his feet. Firing away, Laughlin lays a nasty knife edge chop across Cashe’s chest, drawing a pop from the crowd as the flesh on flesh sound ignites them. Wrapping his arms around Cashe, Laughlin then lifts him up from the mat and slams him onto the mess with a belly to belly suplex.
VASSA: “These two have completely destroyed the ring!”
JOHNSON: “It looks as if a bomb exploded within those ropes.”
VASSA: “It did! It was a bomb of XTV carnage!”
Laughlin slowly stalks Cashe, moving in inch by inch, unnoticed as if hunting his prey. He then moves in for the attack and grabs Cashe by the back of the head while lifting his knee and driving it into Cashe’s face. Pulling him to his feet, Laughlin then whips him to the corner with all of his might. Cashe crashes into the pane of glass but it doesn’t shatter and the table do not give. Taking off from stand still, Laughlin charges towards Cashe and leaps into the air, crashing into him with a body splash.
CCRRAACCKK-CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK-CRUNCH-CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!!!!
Upon impact, the glass shatters as Cashe’s body pressed into it, and then the first table snaps in half. The two men drop to the mat onto a pile of broken glass and shattered wood pieces. The first table leaning against the corner manages to stay in tact. Both men rolls in opposite directions on the mat covered in even more wreckage.
VASSA: “DDAAAAAAAAMMNN!!!”
JOHNSON: “There’s broken glass everywhere now!”
VASSA: “These two are going to need a refill on blood after this thing is all said and done. They’re bleeding all over the place!”
JOHNSON: “They promised blood from the start. I just didn’t realize that it was going to be this bad.”
VASSA: “Laughlin sandwiched Cashe into that pane of glass. Hopefully that was enough to keep him down because Bryan’s getting back to his feet now.”
VASSA: “Bryan is making the climb again!”
JOHNSON: “Cashe looks really banged up and bloody from that body splash, and everything that happened before leading up to it. Now might be the only opportunity he’s going to get.”
VASSA: “No fucking way!”
JOHNSON: “How is that even possible?!”
JOHNSON: “Instead of tipping the ladder over this time, Cashe is climbing to the top as well!”
VASSA: “He better hurry up! Even though Laughlin got a head start, he isn’t that far ahead of Cashe.”
VASSA: “I don’t care who you are, this is not a position you want to be in fighting.”
JOHNSON: “Bryan retaliates!”
JOHNSON: “It doesn’t look like Cashe can use that wrist at the moment.”
VASSA: “That’s unfortunate for him because he could climb a lot easier with two hands.”
JOHNSON: “LOOK OUT!!!”
VASSA: “Oh my, I can’t watch! This is going to end terribly!”
JOHNSON: “If he can just pull the belt away from the top of the cage Laughlin can finish this.”
VASSA: “I don’t know what the official did but he secured it tightly. I guess he wanted to make sure it didn’t fall throughout the match.”
TTHHUUDD!!!
VASSA: “This is never going to end, is it?!”
TTHHUUDD!!!
Cashe then pulls Laughlin’s head up from the top step and then pushes it away from him, throwing Laughlin backwards away from the ladder.
VASSA: “AAAHHHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “WWWWAAAAAIIIITTTT!!!!”
TTHHUUDD!!!
Regaining his balance, Laughlin repositions his feet on the ladder but before he can release Cashe’s beard, Cashe grabs onto his arm with both hands and lifts his face up from the step.
JOHNSON: “Oh no, what’s he doi–“
VASSA: “Cashe has gone full blown cannibal!”
JOHNSON: “That’s disgusting!”
VASSA: “OOHHHHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “MARK OF JASON!!!”
CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!
JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD!!!”
VASSA: “Cashe just put him through a table from the top of the ladder after hitting him with the Mark of Jason!”
JOHNSON: “That was insane!”
VASSA: “HOLD UP!!! Cashe is going for the belt!”
JOHNSON: “And now Cashe is having a hard time removing the championship!”
SNAP!!!
With all of his weight behind that pull, Cashe rips the championship from it’s harness but doesn’t stop moving forward. With momentum behind him, Cashe falls from the top of the ladder with the championship in his hand, flipping over and crashing onto his back.
TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The crowd gasps at the sight of the nasty fall.
VASSA: “That’s it! Cashe has won it! He’s reclaimed the XTV Championship!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think he’s going to be in any condition to celebrate this victory in the ring.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW XTV Champion… JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
JOHNSON: “Well that was an exciting match!”
VASSA: “It really was and one win for Unstable here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Cashe and Laughlin are now tied up, one and one, with two title changes in the mix. I see a HUGE third match in the future to break the tie.”
VASSA: “That’s if either man is able to compete after tonight. These two literally tried to kill each other right here in the beautiful city of Miami!”
JOHNSON: “If I know these two like I think I do, they will welcome the chance for a third match to determine who wins this little series they have going on now.”
VASSA: “Jesus fucking Christ, this is crazy!”
JOHNSON: “Alright folks, we don’t have much time to spare so we are going to cut away from ringside for a bit as medical staff attends to these two and the ringside crew disassemble this massive cage.”
VASSA: “You hear that?”
JOHNSON: “I do, that’s the sound of a helicopter in the distance.”
VASSA: “I don’t even know why there was a top to this cage to begin with. The weapons hanging from it were never even touched. Leave it to Wallace to botch something up.”
JOHNSON: “It would have been a lot cheaper than having to rent a helicopter to remove the roof.”
VASSA: “No shit, right? Give that money to us instead for a bonus! DAMN!”
JOHNSON: “Sit tight folks, we’ll be right back here at ringside!”

MORRISON: “Why bother? Why waste the energy with your match still to come? There will be plenty of time to get your hands on John Austin in the ring…”
MADISON: “That mother fucker needs to learn that when you jump me from behind, there’s consequences that you have to deal with. This could have been avoidable. All he had to do is sit back and let me get my hands on Jett and Seamus. But he couldn’t help himself…”
MORRISON: “So you see him backstage… Then what?”
MADISON: “Do you even really need to ask me that?”
MORRISON: “No… But what I’m trying to get you to understand is that this seemingly unavoidable confrontation may not be worth it. Before you know it will be match time; I would hate to see you have to defend that championship wounded, all because you couldn’t put your ego aside and just wait.”
MADISON: “When he reached over that security railing, grabbing me from behind, he made it perfectly clear that all bets were off. John Austin is a coward! A coward that doesn’t even belong in this title match tonight.”
MORRISON: “I’m sorry… I just don’t get–”
MORRISON: “Come on Chris… Don’t do this…”
MORRISON: “Seriously… It doesn’t have to play out like this!”
MADISON: “AUSTIN!!”
MORRISON: “There…Are you happy now Chris?”

JOHNSON: “Well, here he comes, the man who many didn’t think had a shot when he returned.”
VASSA: “Yeah, but he only beat a guy that was older than him! Shit, I hear if you hit Nirvana hard enough, dust comes out.”
REIGNS: “Well, it’s good to be right down here in MIAMI, FLORIDA!”
VASSA: “What a damn cheap pop! These people act like they have never heard the name of their city before.”
REIGNS: “Now, I know that the Texas Outlaw wasn’t on the card for South Beach Brawl. In ways, that makes me sad, because if there is anything Ole Harley likes better than anything else, it’s a good old fashioned brawl.”
REIGNS: “Still, the Texas Outlaw had to be here to show all of you fine people out there that I am here and this is for real! Now, I picked up a big win over Nirvana on Adrenaline. From my understanding, there were plenty of people who counted me out. They said I was too old, too fat or just not talented enough. Well, I think I showed them!”
JOHNSON: “That he did.”
REIGNS: “Now, I know the road for Harley ain’t gonna be easy. Then again, it never has been. Still, I have never given up. I have never backed down, and most of all, I have always put up a fight. There may be times when I come up on the short end of the stick, but a promise one thing, the person I’m fighting will know they were in the ring with me.”
VASSA: “Eww, that’s gross!”
REIGNS: “I know there are a few champions running around this company who are still counting out the Texas Outlaw. All I can say is keep doin’ that. Keep saying I am too old. Keep on thinking I can’t take you out, because that’s the exact same mistake that so many others have made. I may not be in the championship picture yet, but I promise you friends, it’s coming!”
REIGNS: “As all of you may remember, there are many truths in this business, but the one you had better remember is Harley Reigns!”
JOHNSON: “I think Harley just sent a message to the champions of the company tonight.”
JVASSA: “Like they care! This guy will probably break a fucking hip if he gets in the ring with one of them.”
JOHNSON: “He didn’t look like that was a danger in his last match. I guess we will just have to wait and see.”



TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
JACE SAVAGE & BRIAN HOLLYWOOD
VS.
RORIE STEELE & CYRUS RIDDLE ©
JOHNSON: “I’m starting to feel like a child standing outside of a candy store Vinny.”
VASSA: “Can’t say that I know the feeling. Terms of my probation disallow me from those types of places.”
JOHNSON: “New Gen Rising has been one of the, if not the absolute, best tag teams we’ve ever had in 4CW. Tonight they get a shot to take back the tag titles which they feel properly belong to them.”
VASSA: “It’s been about fifteen months since the last time Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage teamed together in a 4CW ring. Think rust could play a factor?”
JOHNSON: “When you’re that good of a tag team there is no such thing as ring rust. I don’t want to take anything away from the tag champs. Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele are very talented competitors, but are they as good of a team as New Gen Rising?”
VASSA: “That’s what we’re going to figure out tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s go to Mike Powers so he can announce these teams and we can get things underway!”
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the 4CW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers, representing The Order, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds, JACE SAVAGE, BRIAN HOLLYWOOD, NEW GEN RISING!!”
POWERS: “And their opponents…”
“Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and comb your hair
Save your soul tonight.”
As the chords play once again, Rorie Steele walks out from behind the curtain wearing an English flag corset with matching boy shorts, one of the 4CW Tag Team Championships secured around her waist as she looked over her shoulder toward the back.
”Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am.”
Cyrus Riddle smoothly emerges from behind the curtain with his sunglasses affixed to his face, as well as donning a snarky grin as he raises his middle and index fingers to the crowd, his black and grey trenchcoat settling as he grabs the hand of a reluctant Rorie. Cyrus clutches onto the other 4CW Tag Team Championship with his free hand.
“Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?”
The pair begins to walk to the ring with a swagger in his step and a cocky expression of confidence, with her scowling at the crowd.
“When you world comes crashing down
I want to be there
If God is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus
Jesus wasn’t there!
“You confess it all away
But it don’t mean shit to me
If God is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus
I will not forgive!”
POWERS: “Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-three pounds, “The King of Clunge” and “The Queen of Cock”… The 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE and RORIE SSTTEEEELLEE!!!”
“When your whole world comes undone
Let me be the one to say
I’m not Jesus
You can’t run away!”
Cyrus’ arms lower and his sights focus on Rorie as he motions for her to hold the ropes open for him. She sits on the middle rope and pushes the top up as much as she can, allowing him to enter the ring. He walks to the middle and waits for her as she enters between the bottom and middle ropes, standing behind him. She reaches around him and grabs the front of his trenchcoat, taking it off of him before walking to the front to remove his sunglasses.
He winks at her as she holds the items in her hand and arms, then walks to the corner with him while he mouths off toward the crowd. He presses the bottom rope down with his foot and lifts the middle rope up for her to reach through and place the items on the apron, enjoying the view from above. As Rorie steps back and stands tall, her and Cyrus share a brief moment looking into each other’s eyes before she turns around, resting against his body.
JOHNSON: “The titles are being handed over to the ref… We are about to get underway!”
VASSA: “Looks like we’re going to get a rematch from the 4CW Championship tournament to start things off. Hollywood and Riddle are ready to go!”
JOHNSON: “Already, New Gen Rising is trying their best to get in the heads of the tag champs…”
DING!!! DING!!!
Hollywood and Riddle meet in the center of the ring and circle one another, looking for an opening. The two seasoned veterans lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up, jockeying for leverage until finally Riddle works Hollywood into a side headlock. Hollywood strikes Riddle in the gut twice before backing him against the ropes. Hollywood shoves Riddle off and pushes him across the ring. Riddle bounces off of the ropes and returns towards Hollywood. Hollywood leap frogs Cyrus and waits for him to rebound back. As he does, Hollywood flips Riddle across the ring with an arm drag takedown. Riddle pops back up to his feet and stumbles into a second straight arm drag takedown. Riddle makes it to his knees and finds himself having to roll under an attempted superkick. Riddle pushes to his feet and quickly takes him down with a short-arm lariat.
JOHNSON: “The early moments of big time matches like this always seem to be a bit of a chess match.”
VASSA: “Definitely should expect some back and forth before we finally can get an idea of which team has the upperhand in this matchup.”
ONE
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Riddle quickly kicks out. Both men jump up to their feet and quickly Riddle drops his shoulder into Hollywood’s midsection, lifting him up and slamming him down to the canvass with a spinebuster. Riddle grabs Hollywood by the ankle and drags him towards the champions corner, reaching out for a tag. Rorie Steele tags into the match and climbs through the ropes. She climbs up onto the middle rope as Riddle lifts Hollywood up off of the mat. Riddle drops Hollywood down across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker as Steele jumps off of the middle rope and hits an elbow drop across Hollywood’s chest. Steele sticks to Hollywood, looking for the pinfall as Riddle steps through the ropes to the ring apron.
ONE
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TWO
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Hollywood powers out of the cover, easily pushing the much smaller Rorie Steele off to the side.
JOHNSON: “If Rorie and Cyrus could cut the ring in half, stick to just one of the members of New Gen Rising, they could make quick work of this match.”
VASSA: “That elbow drop, pendulum backbreaker is a classic tag team move that was executed flawlessly!”
JOHNSON: “But it’s still too early to keep anyone down in this match.”
Riddle begins to climb through the ropes but is cut off by the referee who begins to explain that he saw the tag. Hollywood staggers to his feet as Jace lifts Rorie back up to her feet. Hollywood lifts Rorie into the air and releases her for a flapjack. On the way back down to the canvass Jace lands an European Uppercut, forcing Rorie to crash hard into the canvass. Jace rolls her over and makes the cover, hooking the leg. Jace looks over his shoulder and shouts out to the ref to get his attention. After sliding into position, the official begins to make the count.
ONE
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TWO
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Rorie manages to get her shoulder off of the mat before the three count.
JOHNSON: “That was a brutal European Uppercut.”
VASSA: “I was always told you shouldn’t lay a hand on a woman… Luckily for Jace Savage I don’t think Rorie Steele constitutes as a woman.”
VASSA: “Well it’s official… Jace Savage now has pinkeye!”
JOHNSON: “Oh come on…”
ONE
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.
TWO
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Jace powers out, shooting his arm up into the air to force his shoulder off of the canvass. Riddle looks down at Savage and begins to hammer away with a few short forearm shots to the mouth out of frustration. Riddle backs off for a moment and lets Jace climb to his feet. Jace throws a wild right hand that Riddle catches. He traps Jace’s arm between his bicep and his ribs. Jace tries with the left hand but gets the same result. Riddle smiles as he pulls Jace to the middle of the ring and unloads with a series of vicious headbutts, drawing blood from Jace’s nose. Riddle releases and runs passed Jace towards the ropes. Riddle bounces off of the ropes and connects with a running Yakuza kick!
JOHNSON: “Riddle may have just broken Jace Savage’s nose! Blood is gushing from one half of New Gen Rising.”
VASSA: “Nice… First he gets pinkeye and now a broken nose. Jace Savage has got shit luck tonight!”
ONE
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TWO
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Hollywood dives across the ring and crashes down on Rorie with an axehandle smash to the back, breaking up the pin before Riddle could stop him. Riddle backs Hollywood against the ropes with a series of right hands. He whips Hollywood across the ring as Rories tries to collect herself. Hollywood catches Riddle by surprise and cuts him in half with a spear. Riddle rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring as Hollywood turns his attention towards Rorie. Hollywood lifts her up with a rear waist lock and calls out to his partner. Savage pulls himself up to his feet as Hollywood lifts Rorie off of the canvass. Hollywood holds Rorie still as Jace jumps high into the air and hits a dropkick, pushing Hollywood back into a German Suplex!
JOHNSON: “Folks you are being treated to some top notch tag team action. We are seeing some phenomenal combinations from these two teams.”
VASSA: “All bets are off with the straps on the line. You do what ever has to be done to win…”
VASSA: “Jace better pay attention, yanking Rorie Steele by her hair is just a form of foreplay for her.”
ONE
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TWO
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.
THR–
Hollywood is pulled from the ring to the outside by Cyrus Riddle. Riddle begins unloading on Hollywood with a trio of European Uppercuts. Cyrus grabs Hollywood by the back of the head and then throws him face first into the steel ring post. Jace turns the corner and jumps up into the air, hitting forearm smash to Cyrus Riddle. Savage and Riddle begin exchanging right hands until finally Riddle gets separation by driving his knee into Jace’s gut. Jace turns away from Cyrus and is instantly taken out by Riddle’s Daydreamer lariat! The ref climbs out of the ring and begins to order Riddle to go back to his corner and stand on the apron.
JOHNSON: “This match is on the verge of breaking down and getting completely out of control.”
VASSA: “I don’t envy the refs during these tag matches. Too many people involved. You have to have your head on swivel.”
ONE
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TWO
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.
THR–
The official adamantly waves off the count after noticing Rorie got her leg on the bottom rope. Hollywood shakes his head as he sits on his knees with his hands on his waist.
VASSA: “Nows not the time for pouting. Time to finish her Hollywood.”
JOHNSON: “Any moment given to any of these four competitors to recoup is a chance to toss the match away!”
ONE
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TWO
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Hollywood kicks out and is quick to his feet. He charges Rorie and tries for a soccer kick to her chest as she was sitting upright. Rorie catches Hollywood’s foot and stands up. She steps over his leg and catches him on the jaw with a spinning heel kick! Rorie doesn’t let up and pulls Hollywood back up to his feet before slamming him back down with her Lady Killer fisherman’s suplex! Rorie bridges for the cover…
ONE
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TWO
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Hollywood kicks out again!
JOHNSON: “So many near falls in this match. It could really go any way at this point.”
VASSA: “Close isn’t good enough.”
ONE
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The ref raises Riddle’s arm a second time and drops it again.
TWO
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Riddle’s lifeless arm is raised for a third time but before the official could release it, Rorie breaks up the submission with a boot to the head of Jace Savage.
JOHNSON: “And Rorie Steele may have just saved the match…”
VASSA: “They still have to find a way to turn it around.”
JOHNSON: “THE CONNECTION! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE NEW TAG CHAMPS!”
ONE
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TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
The ref motions for the bell from the timekeeper as Jace Savage hops up to his feet.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here are your winners, and NEEEEEEEW 4CW Tag Team Champions, Brian Hollywood, Jace Savage, NEW GEN RISING!”
JOHNSON: “I can’t believe they’ve done it… New Gen Rising are now the 4CW Tag Team Champions for a second time.”
VASSA: “Last time they held on to the belts for six and a half months before being upset by Black Listed. I’m sure they’ll be looking to surpass that reign.”

HARTMAN: “My man Hops, how it goes?”
HOPKINS: “It goes well as you can see (points to skull) Those stitches are proof how good it is right now, man. I done took more shots from behind than enough.”
HARTMAN: “You never waste anytime, just gets right to the point. That’s what I want to know. South Beach Brawl, biggest Pay-Per-View for you as you once again have triumphed through it all for a shot at the might 4CW Championship, held by Dakota Smith. You think you got what it takes to change Dakota’s mindset?”
HOPKINS: “Hell yeah I got what it takes to change that bastard’s mind. Got enough to turn him a different color too! Any man who needs to prove a point by attacking you from behind on MULTIPLE occasions lets you know a lot about him. He’s scared of me. He know what I can do. He witnessed it before when I was clawing at the bit for the title.”
HARTMAN: “So as we’ve seen in past couple weeks, this is a sign of him knowing it’ll soon be over for him? Is that what you saying?”
HOPKINS: “His reign is coming to a close at South Beach Brawl. He might beat the holy hell out of me but I won’t give in. I will not surrender. I done made it this far. Put this much strain on a repaired MCL four weeks after surgery and I’m just gonna allow this bald-head ‘floosie’ take me down with ease? Nahhhh … I’m not going out like that! Gonna need to take me out on a stretcher, half-past dead to put me out.”
HARTMAN: “So you don’t even see an OUNCE of a chance in failing?”
HOPKINS: “Nope!”
HARTMAN: “Bold words there, Jair. I wish you well in this battle. You’re by far the fan favorite. I just wish you luck against the Champ. The man is scary as hell!”
HOPKINS: “He ain’t all that, man. Just gotta have some balls and entertain the idea of getting bloodied. Once you break him down, corner him and beat him to his game, he’s done for. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Break em!”
Dakota adjusted his 4CW championship that was positioned on his shoulder before standing up from the seat he was in and calmly walks over to the cowering Hartman. Gabe had the look of pure terror on his face as he glances behind him, as if looking for an escape route if this turns south. Dakota stands about two feet away from Hartman now, his eyes never leaving the fragile frame of the interviewer.
HARTMAN: “He-…Hello there Mr. Smith, as…As you know my name is Gabriel Hartman, and I would like to ask for a few questions about South Beach Brawl!”
SMITH: ”…”
HARTMAN: “Well…Your opponent Jair Hopkins has made some bold claims, saying that all these sneak attacks you’ve been doing is because there is a real sense of fear in you. Do you think you’re time as 4CW champion is almost over? Or are you prepared to take all that Jair has and still come out the victor?”
SMITH: ”…”
HARTMAN: “There has been a good amount of talk in the back about your relationship with the boss Perry Wallace. Will this have any factors in your match against Jair? A few weeks back we seen Mr. Wallace come out and try to help you against Chris Madison, that plan ultimately failed… And with that being said what about Omerta and Unstable? Are you worried that, that war might cross over into your match at south beach brawl?”
SMITH: ”…”
HARTMAN: “Look! Obviously you don’t want to talk to me. But can you atleast just answer me one question?”
HARTMAN: “Will you walk out of South Beach Brawl still the 4CW champion?”
SMITH: ”…Yes.”



JOHNSON: “What a great night we’ve had already, folks! And we’re still not done yet! Coming up next, we have the triple threat elimination match for the Pride Championship, and boy… this one’s going TO BE GREAT!”
VASSA: “Was that your Tony the Tiger impression, Johnson? Sheesh. Of course it’s gonna be great! We got four former Pride champions in one ring! FUTURE AMAZING GREAT! THE IRISH WRECKING MACHINE! AND THE PRIDE CHAMPION HIMSELF… “MAYHEM” CHRIS MADISON!”
JOHNSON: “And that’s not all, folks. After that, we still have our main eve–”
VASSA: “The hell are they cheering about?! Are some drunk broads flashing their titties?! Let me see!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know. I can’t se— WAIT A MINUTE!”
VASSA: “Yesssssssss! My prayers have been answered! She’s back! She’s back, Johnson!”
JOHNSON: “Take it down a notch, Vassa. She’s sitting in the crowd, not coming out through the curtain. She’s probably just here as a fan since this is where she made her 4CW pay per view debut.”
VASSA: “I don’t care what she’s here as! I’m just happy to see her again in clear LIFE-definition instead of on the computer or TV!”
JOHNSON: “Looks like Gabriel’s about to find out just what the former 4CW Champion’s doing here tonight.”
VASSA: “Atta boy, Gabriel! Get the inside scoop! I want these spoilers! Where’s Bronxy at?!”
HARTMAN: “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise! The former 4CW Champion, Felicity Banks, is in the house!”
BANKS: “Wow. Glad to know you guys still remember me.”
BANKS: “That has to be the loudest reaction for a fan ever, right? Or at least close to it.”
HARTMAN: “Fan? You’re here as a fan?”
BANKS: “Well, obviously. I mean, I am in the crowd, right? Trust me, if I was here as anything other than a fan, you would know. I wouldn’t be sitting out in the front row, Gabey. I’d either be in that ring right now running my mouth about something, or I’d be backstage letting Jair and Dakota both know that someone still has a rematch for that pretty little championship they’re fighting over tonight.”
BANKS: “But I’m not doing that, am I? Nope. Not yet at least…”
BANKS: “For now, I’m just going to sit here and enjoy the rest of the show. What’s gonna happen in the future?”
BANKS: “Guess we just have to wait and see.”



PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION MATCH
SEAMUS O’CONNOR VS. JETT WILDER VS. CHRIS MADISON ©
JOHNSON: “So I’ve been informed ladies and gentlemen that since John Austin was attacked earlier by Chris Madison, he is no longer able to compete tonight and our Pride Championship Elimination Match will now be a Triple Threat Elimination.”
VASSA: “Damn, first Darryl and now Austin? Another one bites the dust!”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way of putting it, Vinny.”
VASSA: “It was very unfortunate what happened to Darryl, but now with Austin being out… when will these wrestlers learn a little self control?!”
JOHNSON: “I’m not one to endorse this type of activity but this is South Beach Brawl after all.”
VASSA: “You’re right about that and even without Austin in the mix, it’s going to be a brawl to the very end between Seamus O’Connor, Jett Wilder, and defending Pride Champion, Chris Madison!”
JOHNSON: “You can say that again, Vinny!”
VASSA: “It’s going to be a br–“
JOHNSON: “Seriously, Vinny? It’s a figure of speech. You literally don’t have to repeat yourself every time I say that phrase.”
VASSA: “I know, but it’s fun messing with you!”
JOHNSON: “So with one man out of the mix, our introductions will be a little shorter than planned which means we can get straight into the action even quicker.”
VASSA: “That’s what myself and every person in this park wants. Get on with the brawl!”
JOHNSON: “That sounds like a plan to me! Take it away Mike Powers!”
POWERS: “The following contest will be for the 4CW Pride Championship!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall! He is “The Irish Bastard”, SEAMUS OOOOOO… CCOONNNNOORR!!!”
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
POWERS: “Coming to the ring second, from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
POWERS: “And the champion!”
“We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle
HERE’S A WAR!!”
A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: “All three men are in the ring and they each want to leave here tonight with the Pride Championship!”
VASSA: “This match has been months in the making. First it started with Seamus and John Austin wanting to cash in on a rematch clause AFTER Jett lost the championship to Chris Madison at Winter Wasteland.”
JOHNSON: “In my opinion, it’s a little too late to cash in on a rematch clause after the person who defeated you for the championship has lost the belt themselves. Some magic was worked and Perry Wallace granted the two their rematch, or at least a chance to earn a rematch.”
VASSA: “Then we figure in Jett Wilder, who last held the championship before Madison, wanting to cash in as well. Even though he was rightfully first in line for a rematch, management decided to let these three compete for the number one contendership.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s not forget about Frankie Morrison. He played a huge part in setting this entire thing up, at least the three way match to determine the contender.”
VASSA: “But it was then Madison who made a move of his own, interfering in that contender match, turning it into a no contest. Afterwards, he went on to say that he wanted to climb into the ring with all three and here we are.”
JOHNSON: “We’re one man short, thanks to Chris, but a triple threat elimination match should be just as good, just not as long.”
VASSA: “There has been a lot of exchange between these three, more so revolving around Jett who won’t stop reminding the world that he’s the only person in 4CW to pin Madison.”
JOHNSON: “He did do that, you can’t take that away from him. It was a two out of three falls match though and the only fall scored in Jett’s favor.”
VASSA: “Some would say it was done for nothing, others would say at least he has bragging rights. Tonight there won’t be any two of three anything! Each person is given one life with no respawn! We’ll start with three people, then bump down to two. After the last person is eliminated and only one person is left in the ring, we will then have our 4CW Pride Champion!”
JOHNSON: “A good old fashioned elimination match folks!”
VASSA: “All three of these men have held the Pride Championship, one in fact still does. The other two are looking to add a second reign to their accomplishments.”
JOHNSON: “While they do that, Madison is looking for a successful title defense, something that hasn’t been done with the Pride Championship since Winter Wasteland in twenty-fifteen.”
VASSA: “He wants to bring prestige back to the championship and has the opportunity to do so tonight.”
JOHNSON: “That he does! Well folks, all three men are in the ring and our official appears to be ready to get things underway.”
VASSA: “Don’t let us hold up the show any longer. It’s time to get to business!”
DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “Let the eliminations begin!”
JOHNSON: “Here we go folks, hang on because we’re in for a bumpy ride!”
Grabbing onto Jett’s shoulders from behind, Madison rips him away from Seamus and throws him backwards to the mat, sending him rolling across the ring. Madison then unloads with body blows to Seamus’ back. Crushing Seamus’ ribs, Madison swaps back and forth with lefts and rights, finding a groove for himself as the crowd cheers him on. Back on his feet, Jett charges towards Madison and leaps into the air, aiming his feet for Madison’s back. Planting both beet between Madison’s shoulders, Jett hits him with a drop kick, squashing him into Seamus. Just as Jett lands on the mat, Seamus locks onto the top ropes in the corner and pushes himself away, throwing Madison off his back and sending him backwards. Madison then trips over Jett and falls hard to his back, smacking the back of his head against the canvas.
JOHNSON: “This thing is off to a rough start as neither man has gained control from the get go.”
VASSA: “Seamus has an opportunity to lead the pack as he’s the only man standing.”
JOHNSON: “Madison just did a little number to his body before Jett broke it up with a dropkick.”
VASSA: “But did you see the raw power Seamus just put on display throwing Madison off of his back?”
VASSA: “Seamus is putting a hurting on Madison!”
JOHNSON: “Watch out, here comes Jett!”
Spinning around in an instant, Jett then runs at Seamus and slides to the mat, ducking yet another punch thrown at his head. Popping up behind Seamus, Jett lands a stiff kick to his side, forcing him to buckle over to his right. Turning to the ropes behind him, Jett takes off towards them and after coming back on the rebound, he leaps into the air and wraps his arm around Seamus’ head, driving his face into the mat with a bulldog. Pushing himself up to all fours, Jett looks over to Madison who has began pushing himself up as well. Not giving him a chance to get back in the mix, Jett forces himself up and runs towards Madison, jumping into the air and slamming both feet forward into the side of Madison’s head, knocking him over to his side.
VASSA: “Jett was quick to put both men down and now the ball is in his court.”
JOHNSON: “First he hook down Seamus with a bulldog and then followed up with a dropkick to Madison’s head. He really is something, isn’t he?”
VASSA: “He’s the Future Amazing Great, Greatness Over Time!”
JOHNSON: “I thought it was just F.A.G.?”
VASSA: “You can discuss that with him after the show if you would like.”
JOHNSON: “He hit Madison with the Swag Splash!”
VASSA: “Holy shit he’s going for the cover!”
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
JOHNSON: “NNNOOOOOO!!!”
VASSA: “Holy Hell Madison kicked out at the last split second!”
JOHNSON: “Talk about a close call!”
VASSA: “Just when Jett thought he was in charge, Seamus changed it all in the blink of an eye.”
JOHNSON: “Jett looks to be in a world of pain after that sit-out spinebuster.”
Grabbing ahold of Madison’s arm, Seamus then drags him up to his feet but to his surprise, Madison delivers a stinging kick to his shin. Releasing his hold on Madison, Seamus quickly favors that leg and Madison then delivers another stinging kick, this time to the opposite shin. Switching feet, Madison then kicks Seamus in the side of the knee, almost taking it out from under him. Kicking with his left, Madison lays his foot across Seamus’ other knee, sending a loud thumping sound cutting over the roars from the crowd. Jumping into the air, Madison hits Seamus directly under the chin with a flying knee strike, taking him off his feet and sending him flying backwards through the air before crashing hard to the mat.
JOHNSON: “And what neither Jett or Seamus wanted… Madison is back up and the only one standing.”
VASSA: “They’ve managed to keep Madison down for the most part, making him almost a non-factor. I think that’s all about to change now.”
JOHNSON: “And Jett is still down, holding his back from that brutal sit-out spinebuster earlier.”
VASSA: “I’m actually surprised Carmella isn’t in the ring to kiss it and make it feel better.”
VASSA: “I think it’s safe to say that Madison is locked in that zone now!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t think there’s ever been a time inside of those ropes where he hasn’t been in that zone.”
JOHNSON: “Now Jett is back up and doesn’t look to be hurt at all.”
VASSA: “That little shit, he was faking it this whole time!”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way to keep your head out of harms way when two others are in the ring trying to rip each other apart.”
VASSA: “Move out of the way!”
JOHNSON: “Here comes Jett!”
JOHNSON: “OOHHH!!!”
VASSA: “Jett just wiped him out with a bicycle kick!”
JOHNSON: “Gitcha’ from the top rope and Seamus is down!”
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
SEAMUS O’CONNOR ELIMINATED
VASSA: “Seamus is out of it! Jett eliminates Seamus!”
JOHNSON: “There’s out first elimination of the match folks and it’s Seamus at the hands of Jett!”
VASSA: “He played it smart. He sat back and faked an injury, letting Madison and Seamus wear each other down.”
JOHNSON: “It wasn’t the most honorable thing to do but it worked nonetheless.”
VASSA: “Are you kidding me? That was the smartest thing the kids ever done!”
JOHNSON: “Maybe so, but let’s see if he can keep this momentum going because we’re down to two people left ladies and gentlemen!”
JOHNSON: “Oh look at that!”
VASSA: “Madison came up empty handed on that!”
Hitting the mat hard on his back, Madison rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself up without delay. Jett then turns to the ropes beside him and takes off towards them. Jumping into the air, Jett plants both feet onto the middle rope and springboards off. Flying backwards through the air, Jett rotates his body and as Madison stands, he locks his arm around his head and takes him down to the mat head-first with a tornado DDT. Jett then quickly crawls over to Madison and makes the cover as the official sweeps in for the count.
ONE
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TW–
VASSA: “Kickout by Madison!”
JOHNSON: “Not even a full two count this time and Madison is still in it!”
VASSA: “Jett has really stepped up here tonight. We’ve had a total of three pin attempts, one resulting in the elimination of Seamus, and every one of them has been by Jett.”
JOHNSON: “Jett made a small mistake right there and that’s all Madison needed to put him down.”
VASSA: “You can’t do that with guys like Madison. If you give them the slightest window of opportunity, they’re going to take advantage of it and use it against you.”
Pushing Madison in the back, Jett sends him chest first into the ropes and as he bounces off and stumbles backwards, Jett takes him down to the mat with a reverse drop toe hold, slamming the back of his head against the canvas. Back to his feet, Jett races to the nearest corner and ascends to the top. Turning around to face Madison, Jett waits patiently as he slowly climbs to his feet. Once standing, Madison slowly turns around and as he does, Jett leaps from the top rope with a flying crossbody.
JOHNSON: “This coul–“
VASSA: “Holy shit, Madison caught him in mid-air!”
JOHNSON: “NO WAY!!!”
VASSA: “WWHHOOAA!!!”
VASSA: “Oh no, that’s a bad spot for Jett to be in!”
JOHNSON: “Madison has him locked in the Peruvian Necktie!”
VASSA: “Oh man this thing turned around in an instant!”
JOHNSON: “He has that moved locked in nice and tight!”
VASSA: “Jett can squirm all he wants to but there’s nowhere for him to go now! Madison has him right where he wants him.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
VASSA: “Jett gave it everything he had but it just wasn’t enough to put Madison down and end the streak.”
JOHNSON: “There it is! This is the first time this belt has been successfully defended since January of twenty-fifteen at Winter Wasteland.”
VASSA: “Win or lose, we saw a side of Jett that we’ve never seen before and to be honest, I’m impressed! The kid gave it his all and more importantly, gave the champ a run for his money.”
JOHNSON: “Jett eliminated Seamus O’Connor. He almost eliminated Madison early in the match, and then again a little later. The kid has really come along and it showed here tonight.”
POWERS: “Here is your winner, and still 4CW Pride Champion… CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
JOHNSON: “That was one heck of a match and now we’re down to only one, the main event.”
VASSA: “This match could have easily been the main event at any show. It was that damn good.”
JOHNSON: “Alright folks, while we clear the ring, we’re going to cut away momentarily. We’ll be right back.”
VASSA: “Man, those cloud are getting heavier and heavier. I hope it doesn’t end up raining before the night is over with.”

To the right, Perry Wallace sits with one leg crossed over the other, wearing a purple and white Hawaiian shirt with white shorts and flip flops. In one hand, he holds a pineapple with a straw sticking out of the side, and his other hand rests on Kaysie Sherell’s, who is sitting beside him. Kaysie wearing a shockingly sensible black two-piece bikini sits with her sunglasses on her head. She has her own pineapple drink in hand and a smile on her face.
A line of fans stand in front of the roped off section, waiting in line by the single security guard at the middle of the rope facing the park. Wallace and Kaysie talk amongst each other, enjoying the overall atmosphere and each others company. Moving in for a closer look, the camera view changes to a shot closer to the two. On the outside, the security guard unbuckles a section of the rope to allow Charity Skye to enter. She approaches Kaysie and Wallace who both turn their heads to her, giving her their undivided attention..
WALLACE: ”Hello Charity, I hope you are enjoying yourself this evening.”
SKYE: ”Mister Wallace, I’m absolutely enjoying everything tonight. Having South Beach Brawl here in Miami may have been the best decision ever! I just… I hate to bother you and Kaysie, but I need to ask a favor of you two… oh… great… ones.”
WALLACE: ”Thank you for the kind words, Charity. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a great one, but this one beside me could be called that. But anyway, the floor is all yours. What’s on your mind? How can we help you on this day, the day of my company’s party in Miami?”
SKYE: ”Well… you know I’ve loved working here for the past few months. In fact, this is the first time I truly felt at peace.. Ya know? Well, that was until a few weeks back on Adrenaline. I guess, what Raquel did to me really got to me. So, i guess what I’m asking is if it would be possible to get another locker room for female talent? I just really don’t want to deal with another…”
SHERELL: ”You’re coming to thee power couple on this, the day of 4CW’s South Beach Brawl, with a request about adding a second locker room for the feminine talent? ”
WALLACE: ”What do you think, doll? We do want our employees to be happy after all.”
SHERELL: ”I do believe that we do have a large number of female talent, so request granted. Just do me a favor Charity.”
SKYE: ”Sure, anything!”
SHERELL: ”Don’t you ever request something of us, without bringing us something. How DARE YOU come to thee power couple on this, the day of 4CW’s South Beach Brawl, without a gift? I’m not a complicated person, I don’t want much. Seriously, I’d settle for a copy of Purple Rain. I’d take a mojito, hell, you could bring me an autographed mold of your plastic jugs, I don’t care. Just don’t ever request something without having something for us, you got it?”
SKYE: ”You got it, thank you both.”
WALLACE: ”I do have to say, I am very impressed with you right now. You’re falling right into this with ease. You could even say I’m a little jealous that this comes so easy to you. I’m going to have to step up my game, aren’t I?”
SHERELL: ”Hon, you can try.”
WALLACE: ”Game on.”
WALLACE: ”Look at this fucking guy… Caleb, what are you doing here this evening?”
HOUSTON: ”I’m here to fuck your bitch and eat chicken noodle soup, and we all out of chicken noodle soup.”
WALLACE: ”What the fuck… no. There will be no big boy style shit tonight. You better have a goddamn gift. What do you want, tonight on this night that I have to take requests from the likes of you? Walking in here like this and disrespecting Kaysie…”
WALLACE: ”Sunflower seeds? Are you kidding me?”
HOUSTON: ”No, it’s fr–”
WALLACE: ”I don’t want to know. What can I do for you this evening, Caleb?”
WALLACE: ”My apologies.”
WALLACE: ”Talk to me, Caleb. What can I do for you, on the day of 4CW’s South Beach Brawl?”
HOUSTON: ”I know how you have contacts in the FBI and what not. Would it be possible to request that your contacts destroy the photos of Paul Knight?”
WALLACE: ”My queen, what do you… think?”
SHERELL: ”I think that we should grant this request on the condition that Mr. Knight never ends back up on my social media timelines again, understood?”
WALLACE: ”That’s a fair deal. What do you say, Caleb?”
HOUSTON: ”Shit. You know there ain’t no way I can promise something like that. Homie’s in love.”
WALLACE: ”Goddamnit…”
SHERELL: ”You shall do everything in thy power to make sure that it does not happen again. With that, Perr-Bear please use your contacts.”
WALLACE: ”There you have it. I will see what I can do and please, do me a favor, stay out of trouble, Caleb.”
WALLACE: ”Why if it isn’t the lead 4CW Hot Shot herself, miss Taryn Robinson. How are you this evening?”
ROBINSON: ”I come to you, thee power couple, on the day of 4CW’s South Beach Brawl with a simple request. I would like to request a spot as a special guest referee next week, at Adrenaline. ”
WALLACE: ”Any match in particular?”
ROBINSON: ”Hmmm, anything that’s involved with Kitty-Kat Jones.”
WALLACE: ”I just have to ask. Now Kat isn’t technically my daughter, but she is someone I have grown close to over recent months. What exactly is your beef with her?”
ROBINSON: ”There is no beef, none at all. I just would really love to grow the Hot Shots Platform. Frankly, there is no better match to do that than one involving a great talent like Kat Jones.”
WALLACE: ”Interrupting her match the other night was sort of rude, in my opinion.”
WALLACE: ”What do you think of this whole situation, Kaysie?”
SHERELL: ”I totally believe in Taryn’s vision for the Hot Shots. If she would like to referee Kat Jones’ next match at Adrenaline, I shall grant that request. She’s the first person to come with an adequate gift at that. Taryn, request granted.”
ROBINSON: ”Thank you, you shall not be disappointed with the result.”
WALLACE: ”Well, well, well… I guess that is it for now. I could sit here and watch you eat that banana all night but would you care to take a little walk with me?”
WALLACE: ”Since you’re in such a giving mood, I have a request myself for later on tonight.”
SHERELL: ”I know exactly what you mean.”

4CW CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST MAN STANDING MATCH
JAIR HOPKINS VS. DAKOTA SMITH ©
VASSA: “After a long, thrilling night of hard hitting action, we have finally arrived to our main event!”
JOHNSON: “Thrilling is the one word I would use to describe tonight as well. We saw two championships change hands and one stay with the person holding it.”
VASSA: “Our main event is for THE championship, the 4CW Championship! Will we see another change of champions tonight or will Dakota retain to prove he is the king of the mountain.”
JOHNSON: “A year ago at South Beach Brawl Dakota won the Extreme Championship and has held championship gold to this day in 4CW. He’s held the Extreme, one half of the Tag Team, and then lost the Extreme in the same night, the same match in fact, when he won the 4CW Championship at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “He’s made quite a name for himself here in 4CW and has proven himself every step of the way. He has a record for holding 4CW Championship gold consistently without any breaks in between.”
JOHNSON: “Not the same exact championship but you’re absolutely right, Vinny.”
VASSA: “People seem to be doubting The Butcher as of late. I don’t know why. He’s been a fighting champion within 4CW for a year now and no one can say otherwise.”
JOHNSON: “Also a year ago at South Beach Brawl, Jair Hopkins lost the 4CW Championship to Jason Cashe in a triple threat cage match which also included Connor Gates.”
VASSA: “It all comes back to South Beach Brawl for both of these men.”
JOHNSON: “Reclaiming the 4CW Championship here at the same event he lost it last year would be huge for Jair in my opinion.”
VASSA: “Just winning it in general is huge for anyone, but I can see why this particular event could mean more to him.”
JOHNSON: “These two men have been at each other for weeks now, mostly Dakota on the attack.”
VASSA: “Everywhere Jair looks there he is. Dakota even attacked Jair at the small Adrenaline we had last week in Orlando. Neither man was booked! Something tells me that Dakota might be following Jair around.”
JOHNSON: “It wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Dakota is a bit of a lunatic and there isn’t anything I would put past him.”
VASSA: “He’s a sick and crazy fuck, that’s for sure. Not many people want to dance with the devil. I can see why Perry aligns himself with him.”
JOHNSON: “I’ve noticed lately that Mr. Wallace hasn’t been around Omerta as much as he has been.”
VASSA: “Maybe Dakota is starting to frighten him.”
JOHNSON: “I think he’s always been frightened of Dakota.”
VASSA: “Then maybe it’s that pretty little thing, Kaysie Sherell by his side, the 4CW Executive Assistant and Head of Perry Relations.”
JOHNSON: “You could be right. But then again, maybe Perry realizes that is Dakota loses the championship then Omerta doesn’t seem as strong as it does now.”
VASSA: “Jair is one of, if not THE biggest face here in 4CW. The fans love him, most everyone in the back gets along with him. If he can knocked Dakota off his throne tonight, that would create a huge change in 4CW… a change for good.”
JOHNSON: “He has his work cut out for him. As a matter of fact, both men have their work cut out for them because this will be a last man standing match.”
VASSA: “Usually when something like that involves Dakota, the other person ends up being killed and eaten.”
JOHNSON: “No one is going to die tonight, at least I hope not. But in order to win here tonight, either man must put the other down for an entirety of ten seconds.”
VASSA: “So basically someone has to get knocked the fuck out tonight.”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way of putting it.”
VASSA: “Or killed?”
JOHNSON: “Don’t say that! If something like that happened it would be a terrible thing!”
VASSA: “What if it was Dakota? Jair would really be doing the world a favor.”
JOHNSON: “STOP!!!”
VASSA: “Fine then you big baby, let’s get to the match.”
“I’m a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?
Place all your money on the black and on the red, n—
This ain’t a gamble, it’s a promise, I’m a head splitter
Y’all been sleepin’ on me, now it’s time to shake the bed, n—“
As “Self-Preservation” by Kutt Calhoun starts up, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers.
POWERS: “The following contest will be for the 4CW Championship and fall under Last Man Standing regulations!”
POWERS: “Introducing to the ring first, from the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred two pounds, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
“I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon’ heed
Get rich or die tryin’ so I don’t sleep
So cold in these streets I’m Kelvin”
The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
POWERS: “And the champion!”
“I’m a sludge God
I’m rather odd
Take your head like Mr Ichabod
Hit em hard showing no regard
Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred
Pull your card
Put u in the morgue
That’s just the way the LOC settle scores
Put me in the booth and press record
I serve em sludge and they beg for more”
POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher” and the 4CW Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “There are our final two combatants tonight as we head into our main event to conclude South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “South Beach Brawl isn’t over until the sun comes up in the morning, match still going or not. It’s a party baby!”
JOHNSON: “Just to make a few things clear folks. As I said before, the only way to win here tonight is to put the other person down for a complete ten seconds. Also, there are no count outs. There are no disqualifications. Anything goes!”
VASSA: “Like really? So this is basically an extreme rules match?”
JOHNSON: “There are no disqualifications like an extreme rules match but there are no weapons placed around ringside like the are for extreme matches.”
VASSA: “I bet twenty bucks there’s a table underneath that ring? There’s always a table misplaced underneath for goddamn ring for some reason. It baffles me!”
JOHNSON: “We saw our parking lot brawl earlier end up in Biscayne Boulevard. This match could very well end up there. It would even reach the top of those skyscrapers across the street from us if both men entered the building and went to the top. Anything goes! You hear me? ANYTHING!!!”
VASSA: “So there two could end up on a boat and the match would continue?”
JOHNSON: “I said anything didn’t I?”
VASSA: “Yes you did!”
JOHNSON: “Alright! Now, let’s stop holding up the show and let these two men do what they came here to do tonight.”
VASSA: “Beat the living hell out of each other until one person gets knocked the fuck out!”
JOHNSON: “WHATEVER YOU JUST SAID!!!”
Walking to the edge of the ropes, the official hands the championship to a member of the ringside crew and then back steps his way to the center of the ring. Looking over to Jair, the official quickly gets the nod as Hopkins realizes he’s worried about Dakota and doesn’t want to turn his back to him for a long time. Turning to the other side of the ring, the official yells for Dakota’s status and in an instant, Dakota roars as loud as he can, ripping his hands away from the ropes and slapping himself in the face over and over with both hands. Jumping up and down, Dakota rolls his neck and releases one last battle cry. With the sign from both men, the official then raises his arm into the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As if the bell set something off within, Dakota bursts out of his corner and charges across the ring towards Hopkins. Moving in so fast, Dakota leaves Hopkins with no time to move out of his path. Closing in, Dakota lunges forward in an attempt to wrap Hopkins up but comes up empty handed. Seeing a small window of opportunity, Hopkins steps to an opening at his left and grabs Dakota as he closes in, throwing him head first through the ropes.
DDOONNGG!!!
Dakota’s body dips between the top and middle ropes and his head collides into the ring post with force. Before he can shake it off, Hopkins grabs him by the back of the pants and pulls him out of and away from the ropes. Spinning Dakota around, Hopkins slaps him across the chest with a backhand chop, knocking him backwards into the corner. Hopkins then fires away with multiple backhand chops across Dakota’s chest, turning his skin bright red as each hand slap stings his flesh. Dakota then lunges forward with both hands and gouges Hopkins’ eyes. Kicking him in the stomach, Dakota forces Hopkins to lunge over and then follows up with a powerful European uppercut that lifts Hopkins off his feet and sends him flying to the center of the ring, crashing on his back.
Taking a couple of steps towards Hopkins, Dakota leaps straight into the air and over Hopkins’ body, coming down with a double foot stomp aimed for the head. as the last possible second, Hopkins rolls out of the way and Dakota lands onto the canvas. As Dakota goes to turn to Hopkins, Hopkins spins his body around and sweeps Dakota’s legs out from under him, knocking him straight down to his back. The two then race to get to their feet, Hopkins standing first. Waiting for the right moment, Hopkins moves in just as Dakota pushes himself up and stands straight, bending him over with a gut kick. Shooting in, Hopkins lifts Dakota onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and then falls backwards, planting Dakota into the mat with a Samoan drop
JOHNSON: “Dakota wasn’t showing any restraint at the start of the match, going at Jair ruthlessly.”
VASSA: “It didn’t do him any favors because Hopkins has him down on the mat and has some sort of control at the moment.”
VASSA: “There’s no doubt about it. Hopkins is a pure athlete.”
JOHNSON: “It’s fun watching him flip and fly around that ring. Using the aerial attack to wear Dakota down just may do the trick.”
SSMMAACCKK!!!
VASSA: “Oh no, Dakota moved out of the way!”
JOHNSON: “Just in the niche of time he avoided that moonsault from the top rope!”
JOHNSON: “It was only a matter of time before someone made their way to the outside and that someone is Jair, although it was forceful on Dakota’s part.”
VASSA: “This is where the real fun begins and the environment becomes a weapon.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope it doesn’t leave ringside because I want to see this match in person!”
VASSA: “Dakota looks to have taken just as much of the impact as Hopkins did.”
JOHNSON: “He’s a gladiator with no concern for his own well being. Dakota will put himself in harms way just to defeat an enemy and that right there is a clear cut example of that.”
CCRRAACCKK!!!
Stumbling backwards, Hopkins holds his face and then crashes back-first into the side of the ring. Blood begins trickling from Hopkins’ forehead and running down his arms. Dakota then looks up and a devilish grin comes to his face. Searching the sides of the stage setup, Dakota finds a part to use as he climbs to the top. Once there, he walks to the edge, overlooking the entire crowd and roars as loudly as he can. Cutting his head down, he locks his sights on Dakota and then begins stomping his foot onto the top of the stage roof, over and over.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Hearing the noise, Hopkins removes his hands from his bloody face.
THUD!
THUD!
Searching for the origin of the loud stomp, Hopkins scans the entire ringside area.
THUD!
Looking up, Hopkins’ eyes light up at the sight of Dakota standing tall overlooking the entire park.
VASSA: “What the hell is Dakota doing?”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know but I think he was trying to get Jair’s attention.”
SMITH: “CLIMB TO HEAVEN WITH ME!!!”
SMITH: “Bow to you god of violence!”
VASSA: “Steve, we can only see so much with this limited view while they’re on the rooftop.”
JOHNSON: “Hold on let me switch camera angles.”
JOHNSON: “That’s one way to keep Dakota down, beat the life out of him!”
VASSA: “We’ve seen Dakota dead and come back to life before, remember Wasteland?”
VASSA: “Holy shit Hopkins just throw him off the roof!”
JOHNSON: “He landed on the ropes!”
VASSA: “Talk about luck!”
JOHNSON: “Hold on, wait a second. What’s Jair doing up there?”
VASSA: “What the hell is he doing up there, praying?”
JOHNSON: “No way! He isn’t…”
VASSA: “DAMN, HOPKINS JUST JUMPED FROM THE ROOFTOP!!!”
CCRRAASSHH!!!
JOHNSON: “WWWHHHOOOAAA!!!”
VASSA: “OH MY JESUS!!! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!?!”
“HOL-LY SHIT!!! … HO-LY SHIT!!! … HO-LY SHIT!!! … HO-LY SHIT!!! … HO-LY SHIT!!!”
With both men down, the official then begins a ten count.
“One!”
JOHNSON: “Both men are down after that high flying move.”
VASSA: “What would happen if both men happened to be down at the count of ten?”
JOHNSON: “After that point it would be whichever man stands first”
Hopkins begins to move around at the edge of the ropes on the far side of the ring. Grabbing onto them, he begins pulling himself up.
“Five!”
Standing up, Hopkins holds onto the ropes, favoring his leg that was landed on during the big move.
“Six!”
Showing signs of life, Dakota starts to move his head.
“Seven!”
Raising his head, Dakota looks over to the ref, hearing the sound of the count over his ringing ears.
“Eight!”
Pushing himself up, Dakota manages to get to all fours with his head hung low.
“Nine!”
Watching is disbelief, Hopkins stands back as the unthinkable happens right before his eyes. Pushing himself up…
“Te–“
…Dakota stands on his own will, breaking the official’s ten count.
VASSA: “No fucking way! Dakota just rose from the dead once again!”
JOHNSON: “I’m just as shocked as you are, Vinny, but look at Jair!”
VASSA: “He looks as if he’s seen a ghost.”
JOHNSON: “Both men can hardly even stand on their own. That bulldog from the top of the roof beat them both up pretty badly.”
JOHNSON: “He can’t even keep his balance!”
VASSA: “What do you expect? He just had his head driven into the canvas from a man flying many feet above him through the air.”
JOHNSON: “Oh no, he’s coming this way!”
VASSA: “Hold me, Steve!”
VASSA: “Oh man, that was close. Thank you lord!”
JOHNSON: “Where is Dakota going?”
VASSA: “Away from here by the looks of it.”
HOPKINS: “I didn’t think the Devil ran from a fight!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like we’ll have to watch from the monitor now.”
VASSA: “That asshole knocked over every damn bit of liquor I had up here.”
VASSA: “He’s going to kill him!”
JOHNSON: “Just earlier you were acting like this was what you wanted to see.”
VASSA: “I didn’t say that it wasn’t, did I?”
“One! … Two!”
Picking the 4CW Championship up from the ground, Dakota holds it in both hands, staring at the faceplate once again.
“Three!”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins is laid out in front of that tree and this could very well be it.”
VASSA: “Dakota surprised us earlier. Let’s see if Jair can do the same.”
JOHNSON: “There’s life!”
Hopkins begins to stir a bit, rolling over to his stomach and planting both hands onto the ground.
“Seven!”
Hopkins then pushes himself up to all fours. Hearing the stir behind him, Dakota slowly turns around and locks his sights on Jair.
“Eight!”
Pushing himself up, Hopkins breaks the ten count but in the blink of an eye, Dakota charges in and lays him out with the championship across the back of his head.
VASSA: “Dakota just laid him out with the 4CW Championship!”
JOHNSON: “He’s back down for another count!”
VASSA: “They’re headed towards the water! Someone might be going for a swim!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope that’s all that ends up happening.”
VASSA: “The Butcher has the taste of his own blood in his mouth!”
JOHNSON: “That was just enough to break Dakota’s grip around his throat!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like Dakota is going for a little bit of a swim.”
VASSA: “AHH GROSS!!!”
JOHNSON: “You better hurry up and wash that off of you Jair, there’s no telling what Dakota has.”
VASSA: “UGH, that’s even more gross as fuck!”
JOHNSON: “Oh no, I was afraid this might happen!”
VASSA: “Look at the water turning red from the blood covering these two men. I hope there aren’t any sharks around.”
JOHNSON: “Trust me, if there are, they have already picked up on the scent.”
JOHNSON: “Hopkins could have easily finished off but hasn’t. He’s just using the water to wear Dakota down before finishing him off.”
VASSA: “They’ve been in the water for a while now. They need to get out before a real predator comes along and eats them both.”
TTHHUUDD!!!
JOHNSON: “OOHHHH OUT OF NOWHERE!!!”
VASSA: “He should have carried Dakota to deeper waters where he couldn’t feel along the bottom for something to use as a weapon.”
Grabbing Hopkins by the head, Dakota pulls him up and steps out of the water to where the two are standing on the rocks. Holding Hopkins’ head down, Dakota wraps his arm around it tightly. He then grabs Jair’s leg, lifting it up and hooking it. With all of the strength left in his body, Dakota lifts Hopkins off his feet with a fisherman’s suplex lift and then drops down, transitioning the move into a sit-out spinebuster onto the rocks.
JOHNSON: “DEADMAN WONDERLAND!!!”
VASSA: “Onto the rocks! Did you see Jair’s head crash against them?!”
“One! … Two!”
Climbing up the rocks, Dakota crawls onto the walkway and rests on all fours, forming a puddle of blood around him.
“Three! … Four!”
VASSA: “Hopkins hasn’t moved yet and I don’t think he’s going to get up after that.”
JOHNSON: “Never say never, Vinny.”
Dakota then pushes himself up, standing tall and overlook Hopkins’ lifeless body.
VASSA: “Well Dakota is now up but Jair is showing no signs of life whatsoever.”
JOHNSON: “Wait for it… wait for it…”
VASSA: “Holy shit, Dakota wins it! Jair is still out cold!”
JOHNSON: “After a hell of a fight, this was something new for us. I’ve never in my time seen a match ended like this.”
VASSA: “I just wish that we were down there at the water to see it in person!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW Champion… DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
JOHNSON: “People talked trash about Dakota’s defense against Perry Wallace at Winter Wasteland when he returned to the ring. After this match with Jair, the critics should be silenced.”
VASSA: “This was a wild ride from start to finish. As I said earlier, Dakota has been a champion in 4CW for a year straight now and after tonight, his reign will carry on even longer.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been one heck of a night folks but the show must come to an end. Clearly those two are in desperate need of medical attention.”
VASSA: “It’s time for the after party!”
JOHNSON: “Maybe for you it is, but I’m taking my tail to the hotel and going to bed. This entire event has worn me out.”
VASSA: “You big baby!”
JOHNSON: “Be sure to tune in for Adrenaline in two weeks as we head back to our home territory!”
VASSA: “We’re going home baby!”
JOHNSON: “First stop, we’ll be hitting the Tucson Conventional Center in Tucson, Arizona!”
VASSA: “It feels good to be heading back to our home turf!”
JOHNSON: “Indeed it does! Well for 4CW and us here at the booth, thank you all for tuning in. I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Let’s get this fucking party started!”