ADRENALINE E47 (077)


ADRENALINE E47 JUNE 22ND, 2016
TOYOTA CENTER HOUSTON, TX

PRE-SHOW
BLAZE VS. DESTROYER

Both men make their 4CW debuts tonight in what started out as a back and forth contest until Destroyer gained momentum, turning it into a one-sided match. With Blaze closing in for a body splash in the corner, Destroyer left him nothing but empty turnbuckle to eat as he rolled out of the way. Bouncing off the turnbuckle, Blaze stumbled backwards but was able to remain on his feet, leaving Destroyer an opportunity to move in and level him with a vicious running heart punch. With Blaze feeling the aftermath of pain in his chest, Destroyer kicked things up a notch and quickly wore him down with powerful moves such as a sit-out full nelson atomic drop, then a gorilla press powerslam, and did the most damage with a pump-handle half nelson driver. With Blaze almost out of it completely, Destroyer sealed the deal and finished him off with a sit-out crucifix powerbomb, also known as the Nuclear A-Bomb, setting him up for the pinfall. One… Two… Three! Destroyer wins his 4CW debut and impresses the Houston crowd in our pre-show contest.

The picture opens to a shot from inside the ring at the Toyota Center in Houston Texas. The building is packed and full of electricity as “Dot Your Eyes” plays over the speakers. Scanning over the crowd, the camera zooms in on a few signs brought in by the fans for tonight’s event.

WARGAMES

TURNCOAT
JASON TRASH

TEAM WILDER
SUPREMACY

KUT OFF
KAYSIE’S
H E A D

The camera then turns to the announcers booth where Vinny Vassa holds up a sign of his own.

BRING BACK
TRISHELLE

Looking to his left, Steve Johnson then lowers his head at the sight of Vinny with his sign. As the camera zooms in to the booth, Vassa lowers the sign and then signs it before turning around and giving it to a member in the front row. Looking back to the camera, Vassa then smacks Johnson in the shoulder and holds up his hand, pointing his index finger forward. Adjusting his necktie, Johnson then places his headset on before looking directly into the camera.

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

VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Hello everyone!”

JOHNSON: “We come to you live tonight from the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas and boy do we have a big night ahead of us!”

VASSA: “We have our third and final qualifying match for the Sixty Minute Fourway Iron Man Match at Ante up, and this one is stacked.”

JOHNSON: “So far we have Jett Wilder and CJ O’Donnell lined up to meet Dakota Smith at Ante Up for the 4CW Championship. Tonight we will get to watch as Lyza Reyes, Brian Hollywood, and Jair Hopkins battle it out for that final spot.”

VASSA: “This is a big pay-per-view quality match itself. Whoever leaves here tonight will be a huge addition to this big match at Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: “We also have an XTV Championship match in which we’ll see Bryan Laughlin defend against someone still new to 4CW but on quite a tear since signing with the company.”

VASSA: “Sonny Lee brings a lot of excitement to the ring and it’s a joy to watch him compete within those ropes.”

JOHNSON: “He has a challenge on his hands tonight as Bryan Laughlin is no stranger to violence and this match will of course be a no holds barred match.”

VASSA: “I’m looking forward to it, but what I’m really anxious to see is our main event for the night.”

JOHNSON: “We have a six person tag team match tonight. One one team we have the current 4CW Tag Team Champions, Ascended Supremacy, teaming up with former 4CW Pride Champion, Jett Wilder.”

VASSA: “On the other side of the ring we have the team of Unstable, consisting of CJ O’Donnell, Jason Cashe, and current 4CW Pride Champion, Chris Madison.”

JOHNSON: “This is a big match! Both Jett and CJ will be facing off against each other at Ante Up in the 4CW Championship match with Dakota and whoever advances later tonight.”

VASSA: “I have to be completely honest with you. I’m more interested in seeing what happens with Ascended Supremacy and Jason Cashe tonight. 4CW went to High Octane Wrestling last week to compete in Wargames and Jason Cashe turned his back on 4CW as he cost JPD the match.”

JOHNSON: “Talk about being stabbed in the back. Jason Cashe is the biggest name associated with 4CW and for him to turn his back on a company that he helped build is rather shocking.”

VASSA: “I can’t say that I’m surprised really. Perry Wallace has never shown support for Jason Cashe, a man who put this place on the map. Don’t get mad when I say this but I think it was well deserved.”

JOHNSON: “Personal differences aside, that was a slap in the face to 4CW. I don’t care what you or anyone else says!”

VASSA: “I’m eager to see how Wallace responds to these acts and if anything is done to the ‘traitor’.”

JOHNSON: “If Perry doesn’t do anything, I’d at least expect Tara and JPD to do something tonight with him in the ring.”

VASSA: “Maybe they will, but Cashe isn’t going to be alone. He will have Unstable in his corner tonight.”

JOHNSON: “But can Unstable fight off the entire 4CW roster?”

VASSA: “That’s the million dollar question. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

JOHNSON: “We have a long night ahead of us and I’m sure we will see some sort of retaliation, or at least more madness by the hands of Cashe.”

VASSA: “That’s what makes this job fun.”

JOHNSON: “Well folks, those are only a few things to look forward to tonight but believe me when I say that we have plenty more for your viewing pleasure. We’re going to go backstage momentarily before we come back with our opening match of the night which will be a triple threat match between Maddox Lucien, Dirty South, and Issac Solo.”

VASSA: “And if you’re out there listening, I miss you Trishelle and I’m going to do whatever I can to get you back in 4CW.”

JOHNSON: “Okay… we’ll be right back, folks!”

Before the camera cuts out from ringside, it then zooms in on a sign in the background behind the announcers booth.

LET

PERRY

LOVE

”She Bad Bad” by Eve hits the speakers throughout the arena as the fans begin the floor the airwaves with boos. Out from the back, Kaysie Sherell and Perry Wallace walk onto the stage, side by side. With Kaysie’s arm locked around Perry’s, the two stop at the top of the stage and overlook the crowd, smirking at the unwelcoming greeting from the Houston crowd.

JOHNSON: “The 4CW ‘king’, there he is, alongside his ‘queen’, Kaysie Sherell.”

VASSA: “The crowd here doesn’t seem to care for their appearance here tonight. Listen to the boos!”

JOHNSON: “They’re deafening to say the least.”

VASSA: “I wonder what they have for us tonight?”

Turning to one another, the two lock eyes momentarily before cutting their attention to the ring and proceeding down the ramp. Dressed from head to toe in a custom tailored black suit with a purple shirt underneath and the top two buttons undone, Perry walks with confidence while overlooking the distasteful crowd. At his right, Kaysie who dawns a form-fitting gray and black pinstripe number. She looks over the crowd with a smirk.

JOHNSON: “I just want to know what these two have to say tonight.”

VASSA: “We’ve seen them at the start of the show for the last couple events and each time there was a big announcement to be made in regards to Ante Up.”

JOHNSON: “I’m going to assume that tonight will be no different as there are still a few gaps left to be filled in the lineup.”

As they approach the ring, Perry takes Kaysie’s hand and assists her as she ascends the ringside steps and steps onto the apron. Following behind, he climbs to the apron as well and lifts the middle rope for her to duck underneath and enter the ring. Stepping through the ropes, Perry then pulls out a microphone from his jacket pocket and slowly paces the ring as Kaysie stands in the center, with her hand propped on her hip.

WALLACE: “Houston!”

At the sound of Perry saying their city’s name over the speakers, the crowd erupts with even more boos. Still in motion circling the ring, Perry patiently waits as the boos slowly begin to die down before raising the microphone to his lips once more.

WALLACE: “Words just can’t express how much I greatly appreciate the warm welcome from you all tonight, but I digress. Tonight the Queen and I come to the ring with even more big news as we get closer and closer to Ante Up.”

Turning his attention to Kaysie, she smirks at him while slowly nodding her head.

WALLACE: “I can’t promise that tonight will be as exciting as our last in-ring appearance, you know, the kick that put Jack Vaughn down for the count.”

Expecting a negative reaction from the fans, Perry begins to laugh as he lowers the mic from his lips. As expected, the crowd begins roaring with boos. Walking over to Kaysie, the two then speak softly, nothing being picked up by the microphone. As the boos finally fade, Perry turns his attention to Kaysie’s foot, the one in particular that put Jack Vaughn down. He then raises the microphone to his lips while holding out his free hand to draw attention to her foot.

WALLACE: “Here it is… the foot that knocked Jack Vaughn out and put him in his place. Behold it in all it’s glory and beauty!”

The crowd bursts into boos again as Perry stands straight up and turns his attention to Kaysie who just shakes her head back and forth with a smirk on her face. Shrugging his shoulders, Perry grins before walking to one corner of the ring. As the fans continue to boo, Perry Waves for Kaysie to walk over and as she does, the two talk amongst themselves for a brief moment. Lifting her foot up from the canvas, she then places it on the middle turnbuckle. Waiting for the fans to quiet down, Perry clears his throat before extending his free hand and pointing it in the direction of her foot propped up in the corner. With both hands on her hips, Kaysie looks at Perry with amusement. As the fans boos slowly silence, Perry raises the microphone to his lips.

WALLACE: “Take a look at that pretty stick of dynamite right there! For weeks Jack Vaughn overstepped boundaries and two weeks ago he was put in his place. Where’s Jack now? I haven’t seen him in the back tonight. I’ve seen some of the things he’s had to say on social media over the last two weeks but I don’t see him here tonight!”

Cutting his attention to Kaysie, silence fills the air for a short moment as the two lock eyes.

WALLACE: “Where is Jack? Have you seen him here tonight?”

Pulling the microphone away from his lips, Perry extends his arm, holding the microphone for Kaysie to take. With pleasure on her face, she raises the microphone up towards her face as she begins to speak.

SHERELL: “Well, I’m pretty sure that Jackie is at home resting his head. Now, I know the actions that I took were not the most professional, but things had to be done. Now, I really don’t want to spend all of my time discussing my actions against Jack Vaughn, so baby…”

Looking to Kaysie, Perry slightly cocks his head to the side before extending his hand for her to place the microphone in his palm. With the microphone back in his possession, Perry slowly circles the ring once more, thinking to himself and ignoring the surrounding crowd. Stopping in his tracks, his head pops up as he looks over the crowd for a moment before slowly raising the microphone.

WALLACE: “Everything with Jack has been an annoyance, as you all can tell. But I have something else now on my mind that outweighs Jack and his insubordinance. I’m not going to stand by as he makes remarks about my Queen, just like I’m not going to stand by as Jason Cashe disrespects 4CW!”

The name draws a different reaction from the fans than the boos the ring has been flooded with up to this point.

WALLACE: “Just last week 4CW went to battle with High Octane Wrestling at their pay-per-view, Wargames. Cashe, I know you hear me back there but I want you to pay close attention to what I’m going to say right now. I don’t know what kind of deal you worked out with Lee, but this traitorous act will not go unpunished.”

The crowd begins to stir, most unpleased with the result of Wargames just a week ago.

WALLACE: “I have people on standby hoping you come out here, so, please do. I would like nothing more than to watch you get bruised and battered here before your big match later tonight. What I want to know is this. How could you be so STUPID to turn your back on 4CW and cost your Wargames team captain, Jason P. Davidson, the match?”

The crowd continues to listen, angered by the actions of the one man who has helped make 4CW what it is today.

WALLACE: “This is far from over. If you think you can just do what you did with no consequence, you need to think again. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

Turning his attention to Kaysie, Perry waves for her to come stand by his side and as she does, he looks back to the crowd.

WALLACE: “We’re going to make your life a living hell! Not only did you spit in my face, Kaysie’s face, and the locker rooms face… you also spit in the face of each and every one of these fans here tonight and watching at home on television. You disgust me and at Adrenaline Forty-Eight, you’re in for a world of shit! We’ve thought long and hard about what your punishment will be for turning your back on 4CW. It isn’t going to be something quick and painless. We’re going to drag this out for weeks, but next show, could in fact be the biggest blow to the gut!”

Snatching the microphone out of Perry’s hand, Kaysie looks over the displeased crowd briefly before addressing the situation.

SHERELL: “Jason Cashe, you are a disgrace. However, I’m not going to waste my time speaking about scum like you. You will get yours in Denver. Now, Perry and I do have some other business that we have to discuss before we get down to other business here tonight, right baby?”

As she hands Perry the microphone, he steps in closer and stands beside her confidently. Overlooking the crowd, the two stand in silence for a short moment before Perry slowly raises the microphone. Turning his attention slightly towards Kaysie, she looks back in return, giving him a slow nod.

WALLACE: “That’s right.”

Cutting his eyes back to the crowd, he then addresses the crowd.

WALLACE: “Now before we get on with tonight’s event, there is one more thing that the two of us would like to announce in regards to Ante Up. Later this evening we have an XTV Championship match with Sonny Lee challenging the defending champion, Bryan Laughlin. Who will walk away from here tonight as the champion? Your guess is as good as mine, but, we’re looking a little further down the road and what lies ahead for Ante Up.”

The noise level in the arena picks up with the name dropping of the upcoming pay-per-view in July, Ante Up.

WALLACE: “As you all know, the XTV Championship has constantly been evolving over the course of its existence within 4CW. Just a few weeks ago we witnessed the transition from extreme rules settings with weapons turn into something more of a free for all, no holds barred, anything goes. So, the two of us have been thinking quite a bit about what we can bring next in the evolution of the XTV Championship. They say great minds think alike and the two of us working together side by side, as close as we have become, have done nothing but bring a whole new atmosphere and landscape to 4CW. Next month at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, we will proudly present to you all, the first ever Xtreme Roulette!”

The crowd looks on in silence, not sure how to react to the newly named match for Ante Up. Turning to Kaysie, Perry holds out his hand, giving her the floor.

WALLACE: “You care to educate everyone, doll?”

As Kaysie takes hold of the microphone, she looks at Perry with a smirk.

SHERELL: “Gladly! You see, whether the champion be Bryan Laughlin or Sonny Lee, you guys will have a literal target on your back. You see the Xtreme Roulette is a literal gambit. The Xtreme Roulette match will be more than just a match. The Xtreme Roulette is a gauntlet of sorts. For the entirety of Ante Up, if you can find the XTV Champion and a referee, the title is fair game. You all want to ‘make 4CW great again’, this is one hell of a start!”

Nodding in agreement, Perry extends his hand for the microphone as she hands it off.

WALLACE: “This is a golden opportunity for anyone in the arena to make a name for themselves. The Xtreme Roulette is open to any and everyone. The XTV Championship can be fought for in any location of the T-Mobile Arena. We’ll start things off with a traditional match, as traditional as one can be with a no holds barred stipulation, but after that, the madness begins! So to everyone in the back listening right now, I challenge you to step up. Whoever holds the XTV Championship at Ante Up at any given point will literally have to look over their shoulder because you never know just who is waiting around the corner to take it away from you. This is survival of the fittest at its finest!”

The two stand side by side, united, as the fans give a welcoming reaction to the Xtreme Roulette match announced for Ante Up. Looking to one another, Perry raises the microphone once more, holding it closely between the two.

WALLACE: “Anything else you would like to add before we get on with the show?”

Instead of taking the microphone from Perry, she bends forward to speak into it in his hands.

SHERELL: “I think that’s it Perr-bear, let’s get on with the show!”

“Raw” by Bad Meets Evil hits the speakers as the two look to one another with smiles as the crowd begins raining down onto the ring with boos. Laughing it up, the two soak in the hatred from the crowd as our picture fades out.

OPENING MATCH
TRIPLE THREAT
MADDOX LUCIEN VS. DIRTY SOUTH VS. ISSAC SOLO

JOHNSON: ”We’re now moments away from our opening match and it’s a triple threat match between Issac Solo, Dirty South and Maddox Lucien.”

VASSA: ”This ought to be good!”

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

“Bullet With A Name” by Nonpoint begins to play as the lights in the arena dim. A red hue fills the arena as Maddox Lucien walks out onto the ring entrance stage and stares at the ring.

POWERS: ” Coming to the ring at this time, residing in Budapest, Hungary. Standing at an even six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is the man known as Violence! He is Maddox Lucien!”

Maddox starts walking down the ramp paying no attention to any fans until he reaches the bottom of the ramp. He makes like he’s going to backhand a fan and gives a smile as the fan gets riled up over it. He turns his attention back to the ring and hops up onto the apron with a single knee. He stands up and then pulls back on the top rope before he springs over and lands inside the ring.

JOHNSON: ”Lucien looking bold and tough like always.”

VASSA: ”I like Lucien! He’s got a tough, bad attitude and sometimes you need that especially here on Adrenaline!”

The first three bass tones of 8Ball and MJG’s “You Don’t Want Drama” play over the sound system. The big screen plays images of big Dirty South doing really cool, dangerous things like smoking and hitting people, throwing people and jumping off high places. Shaking out (cheap) champagne bottles. As the track intro plays a teenage asian girl in coveralls and a backward baseball cap backs out of the curtain with a GoPro/iPad setup focused on the curtain. As 8Ball begins to rap Dirty South emerges from the back in all his glory.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Mackramento, California, weighing in at three hundred pounds and standing five feet, ten inches tall… “Big D”… DIRTY SSOOUUTTHH!!!”

The crowd begins to boo as he marches down to the ring, preceded by his personal camera girl. Dirty South clear his nostrils and spits, talks trash to fans and yells his social media handles at the cameras. He cracks his neck and rolls under the bottom ropes then double checks his shoe laces and the tape on his wrists while the ref checks him for hidden weapons.

JOHNSON: ”This guy looks downright…well, chaotic. I’m not sure if I want to be stuck in the ring with that guy.”

VASSA: ”Well the guy is evil what did you expect?!”

A sample from the late, lamented TV show LAST RESORT sounds out… the voice of Andre Braugher asking… “Do you WANT a war?” Immediately, an edit of “Nate” by Vince Staples kicks in.

As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand

Uncle counting money while my daddy cut him grams

Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands

And it never did said it’d make me be a better man

Smoking in the crib, hiding dip inside of soda cans

Black bandana on his arm, needle in his hand

Momma trying to wake him up, young so I ain’t understand

Why she wouldn’t let my daddy sleep, used to see him stand

Out in the alley through my window

Drinking Hen’ with his homies blowing cig’ smoke

Lights flashing now he running from the Winslows

Hear him screaming from my momma at the backdoor

Sometimes she wouldn’t open it, sitting on the couch

Face emotionless, I don’t think they ever noticed that I noticed it

As a kid all I wanted a hundred grand

Out into the arena steps Issac Solo, dressed only in his ring gear, with a white towel draped over the back of his neck. The crowd gives him his due applause…

Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot

With the caddy tinted, **** handouts

**** the county building, never seen that

Catch him riding round the city with the seat back

With the seat back, with the seat back

Catch him ride round the city with the seat back

With the seat back, with the seat back

Catch him ride round the city with the seat back

POWERS: ”Now entering the ring, he comes from Long Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred ninety pounds pounds, he is, IS-SAAAAAC SOOOOOO-LOOOOOO…”

He clutches to the towel with both hands, as he makes his way in, tossing the towel into an appreciative crowd as he prepares to fight….

JOHNSON: ”And there’s a guy who doesn’t take any bullshit. I think Lucien and South are in for a real fight tonight.”

VASSA: ”Yea, Solo has definitely been impressive as of late and if he continues this current trend, he’s sure to rise to the top quickly!”

DING!!! DING!!!

This match is now underway as the three men start to circle one another. This doesn’t go on for too long before Solo and Lucien turn their attention to Dirty South who looks like this isn’t something he signed up for. By the time he figures out how much trouble he’s in, it’s already too late as Lucien and Solo start to throw out some quick punches into South as they take turns laying in the punches to a completely down guarded South. South doesn’t really fight back and just stands there taking the brunt of the attack. Lucien throws some sharp right jabs at him before he Irish whips him right into Solo who plants him with a samoan drop. South pulls himself up by the ropes and that’s when Lucien moves in and strikes him with a European uppercut sending him over the top rope and to the outside. Solo and Lucien look at each other and Lucien smiles and nods his head before kicking Solo in the gut and instrumenting an arm wrench DDT dropping Solo into the mat.

JOHNSON: ”Well that was short lived. Lucien takes advantage after a short alliance with Solo and now it appears to be a one on one affair as South is currently hugging the floor on the outside.

VASSA: ”Something tells me that’s exactly what kind of match this is going to be. Looks like the evil plot backfired on South. He who really doesn’t know evil…prick.”

Lucien continues his advantage by grabbing Solo and hitting a fireman’s carry on him before dropping him with an overhead kick. As Solo gets to a knee, Lucien is able to hit a slide bullet forearm which dazes Solo as Lucien hits a soccer ball kick to the back of Solo’s head as Solo falls down face first to the mat. Lucien rolls him over and hooks the leg.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!I

JOHNSON: ”Lucien looking tough and he’s taken full advantage, courtesy of Dirty South.”

VASSA: ”He who really knows true evil! See! I fucking told you that South was useful for something!”

Lucien continues his quick offense and grabs Solo and tosses him against the ropes but this time, Solo is able to pull himself together as he hits Lucien with a running big boot which levels Lucien hard into the mat. Lucien is able to get back to his feet as Solo hits him with an enzuguri which dazes Lucien and as he falls forward, Solo grabs him and hits a snapmare in the middle of the ring. Solo now covers Lucien.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”And Lucien is able to get a shoulder up! Looks like the tables have turned and Solo looks to have taken full control of this match.”

VASSA: ”Took him a bit, but once he gets focused enough, it’s hard to stop him!”

Solo brings Lucien back to his feet and Lucien surprises Solo quickly by throwing a violence combo at him with a straight jab. As he goes for a kick to the rib cage, Solo is quick to stop him as he grabs Lucien’s leg and delivers an elbow right into the leg before dropping it and sending a few chops into the chest of Lucien. Solo follows that up with a dropkick that sends Lucien into the corner turnbuckle. Solo steps to the side before launching a corner forearm smash that sends Lucien face first into the mat. Solo covers him again.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Lucien looked like he was getting fired up, but then Solo had other plans!”

VASSA: ”Yea and that’s the thing with Solo, you’ve got to be quick against him and that’s exactly what Lucien was trying to do. He knows he’s going to have to be quicker than him and he’s having issues with that right now.”

Solo grabs Lucien and pulls him back to his feet before launching him into the ropes. Before Solo can think, however, Lucien flies back at him and takes him down with a crossbody. Lucien now showing signs of life as he works to stay quick on his feet. Solo gets back to his feet and Lucien runs off the ropes before coming back at Solo and hitting him with a corkscrew elbow smash. Lucien picks up Solo and connects with a chicken wing gutbuster. Lucien drops down and makes the cover on Solo.

ONE

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TWO

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KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”Whoa! Lucien could have had Solo right there! I don’t think Solo expected that! It looks like Lucien is starting to figure things out!”

VASSA: ”Yea, that was a close count for sure. Lucien has been around the block. He’s also quick to figure out how to keep ahead of his opponent and he seems to be figuring out things now.”

Just as the action has picked up in intensity, Dirty South pops back up from his nap on the outside as he finally realizes he’s in a match and rolls back into the ring. However, it doesn’t take him long to figure out he’s still in lala land as Lucien doesn’t even give him the opportunity to make a move. Lucien unleashes his violence combo, as he wasn’t able to fully capitalize it on Solo, but successfully capitalizes on South with a straight jab before kicking him in the rib cage and then follows it up with a high right kick to the head before ending it with a left roundhouse to the head. If South wasn’t counting sheep before, he is now as he is literally is resting face first on the mat. Lucien takes full advantage of this as he rolls South over on his back and goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE–

JOHNSON: ”NO! Solo broke up the pinfall!”

VASSA: ”Luckily for Solo he stopped that pinfall attempt! Lucien would have won the match right there because South is literally more concerned with sleeping and not giving a shit than actually wrestling! Afterall, evil knows sleep right?!”

Lucien shakes his head as he knew he could have had the match won right there had it not been for the resilience of Solo. Lucien starts throwing punches at Solo, but Solo fights back with a strike to Lucien’s face before picking him up and nailing a sidewalk slam sending him into the mat. Solo turns around and targets South as he wanted to throw his name into the hat as well in making sure South regretted taking a few zzz’s on his watch. Solo picks up South and starts planting him with a few german suplexes before he locks in an STF on South.

JOHNSON: ”Uh oh, South reeling in pain with that submission maneuver!”

VASSA: ”Wakey wakey Dirty Southy! He’s going to tap! He’s going to tap! Wait…does he think he’s having a nightmare now? The man is screaming in the middle of the ring like a whiny little nine year old bitch who looks like they found a naked Perry Wallace in their closet!”

JOHNSON: ”Wait, what the fuck are you…nevermind I don’t want to know..”

VASSA: ”We all have nightmares, Steve, and South’s skeletons were bound to reveal themselves eventually.”

As the referee isn’t sure what to do, seeing that South wasn’t tapping and it really did look like the guy was suffering from some sort of nightmare, he was relieved that he didn’t have to call the match oddly as Lucien breaks up the submission hold by hitting Solo. Solo breaks the hold as Lucien grabs Solo and holds him up in the air for a few moments before dropping him with a stalling brainbuster. Lucien immediately goes for the cover as the count swiftly follows.

ONE

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TWO

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

JOHNSON: ”This match has truly turned into a spectacle ladies and gentlemen! Solo barely just got his shoulder up just in the nick of time!”

VASSA: ”That’s got to be the closest two count I’ve seen!”

Lucien pounds the mat in frustration as he felt he got the three count but the referee holds his stance and tells him it was only a close two count. Lucien shakes his head and turns around to pick up Solo back up to his feet and that’s when Solo pops up and hits a dropkick on Lucien which causes Lucien to stumble backwards against the ropes. Solo then runs at him and plants him with a big boot which causes Lucien to go over the top rope and to the outside. Just as he’s about to follow him out there, somehow South is to his feet, like he’s sleep walking or something, and literally runs into the back of Solo. This causes Solo to turn around as he looks at South oddly before hitting him upside his head which apparently wakes South up, literally for a few moments but it would have been better if he was still sleeping as Solo grabs South and connects with the Samoan Squash. Solo hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!

POWERS: ”Here is your winner….ISSAC SOOOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOO!”

JOHNSON: ”And Solo is your winner! What an…interesting and compelling match that was!”

VASSA: ”Well I don’t think I’ve seen anything like the match I just witnessed! Usually the saying goes, don’t sleep on someone, but I would have easily placed my money on doing exactly that by sleeping on South! Great win by Issac Solo. Tough loss for Lucien who had a decent showing on Solo here tonight!”

JOHNSON: ”Yea, outside of South’s bizarre, yet poorly timed sleeping habit, a good win for Solo here tonight!”

Issac celebrates his victory in the ring as the show pans backstage.

The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Toyota Center here in Houston, Texas where 4CW interviewer Gabriel Hartman can be seen making his way around holding his microphone in hand. A camera man follows behind him and films his journey around the corridors until they come to a stop outside of the locker room of the 4CW World Tag Team Champions Ascended Supremacy. Inside the Champions Jason and Tara can be seen having a heated argument while their tag team partner for tonight’s main event Jett Wilder is right in the thick of things.

TARA: “I’m telling that you’re crazy. There is no way on Earth we are letting you go out there and fight all three members of The Unstable all by yourself.”

JPD: “And I’m telling you this wasn’t up for discussion. I’m not going to stand back here and debate this with the two of you all night.”

JETT: “Why are you trying to push us aside? I thought we were a team…”

TARA: “We ARE a team. He just can’t swallow his God forsaken pride long enough to think straight.”

JETT: “Look…. ANTE UP is right around the corner and after all the crap they’ve talked on Twitter there is no way I’m not going out there and showing The Unstable why I’m going to be the next 4CW Champion. The fans deserve at least that much.”

JPD: “See that’s your problem. This isn’t about being a team, it’s not about ANTE UP, and it sure as fuck isn’t about Twitter. Fuck the fans, fuck wins and losses. All I care about is the fight I’m going to bring to those asshole with my own bare hands.”

TARA: “And what do you think? That we’re just going to sit back here and take the night off? How do you plan to just keep us back here?”

There is a tense moment in the room before Jason steps forward and stares right down into the face of his wife.

JPD: “By any means…necessary.”

Jason growls in a threatening tone before cutting his eyes over towards Jett to show just how serious he is about backing these words up. As Jason turns back around Tara rears her hand back and slaps him across the face as hard as she possibly can.

TARA: “Threaten me again and see what happens.”

Finally Gabriel decides to clear his throat and enter the locker room before things got even more out of hand.

HARTMAN: “So…uh later tonight it will be the three of you…? Versus all three members of The Unstable who if going by what’s been said think they have this match in the bag.”

Gabriel raises his microphone into the air and its Jett who decides to step forward first to speak.

JETT: “Of course they do because they are forever underestimating me. Their fragile ego’s can’t handle the fact that a 19 year old is going out there tonight to show the world what real talent is all about. Just look at CJ O’Donnell. The so called leader of Unstable who wants to bring up my losses at every turn but what has he done since Boardwalk? What 4CW title has he won to be able to brag about being better than me?”

Jett pauses but no answer comes from Hartman.

JETT: “Sounds to me like O’Donnell needs to stop hiding behind the likes of Madison or Cashe acting like he’s someone in this company when he’s not. And speaking of Madison don’t think that I’ve forgotten about him. I’m just sorry that he can’t accept the fact that I’m better than him. So much so that Perry saw that I needed to be in the main event of ANTE UP. That I needed to be the 4CW Champion while he’s stuck playing second fiddle to the lesser known Wilder.”

This time Tara steps forward and speaks into the microphone.

TARA: “I’m personally tired of hearing about this great and almighty winning streak of Chris Madison. I’m sick of the constant drama of him whining like a baby about a contract he thinks he deserves. I guess it’s easy to be undefeated when you have a referee in your back pocket. It’s easy to be undefeated when you and your buddies take out the competition before they figure out your little secrets. I hope, I pray The Unstable tries that with us because I’ll be more than happy to show Madison that all streaks come to an end.”

Tara smirks a little bit as she stares forward towards the camera.

TARA: “And as far as Jason Cashe goes I know you’re think that just maybe you have my number after what happened in Japan. But let me tell you this isn’t some one night overblown tournament where one night felt like an entire month. I took you best shot and guess what? I’m still here, I’m standing, and I’m still fighting. I didn’t become one half of the 4CW World Tag Team Champions by being a frightened little girl. I didn’t become one half of the greatest tag team in the world by backing down from the likes of you and your life partners. Tonight…Unstable finds out just how vicious the Red Queen can be.”

Hartman nods his head moving over towards Jason. Gabriel raises his microphone up to him looking for a comment from 4CW War Games captain.

JPD: “……”

Jason scoffs and shoves Gabriel aside as he makes his way out of the locker room. Jett and Tara follow behind after him as we cut back to ringside for more action.

The scene cuts backstage where Perry Wallace and Kaysie Sherell are seen sitting side by side on a sofa inside of a luxurious office. With a laptop in his lap, Perry leans against the back cushion as Kaysie reaches across him, pointing to the screen.

SHERELL: “I can’t stop thinking about this place.”

WALLACE: “Oh believe me, I know. You haven’t stopped talking about it since last week when we went to see it in person.”

SHERELL: “It is amazing! I absolutely love it.”

Thinking to himself for a short moment, Perry turns his attention to Kaysie with a grin on his face.

WALLACE: “Do you really?”

SHERELL: “You know I do, Perry.”

As Kaysie removes her eyes from the laptop and looks up to Perry, the grin on his face disappears.

WALLACE: “Well, I have some news for you.”

A look of concern comes over her face as Perry looks back at her with a somewhat worried look of his own.

SHERELL: “What’s wrong? Why the long face?”

Closing the laptop and placing it on the cushion beside them, Perry extends his arm and wraps it around her. She slides over a bit until the two are against each other.

WALLACE: “I heard back from the realtor today.”

SHERELL: “And?”

She questions as the anticipation builds inside of her. Slightly tilting his head to the side, Perry’s eyes shift away from hers.

WALLACE: “Well… I don’t really know how to say this.”

Her bottom lip drops as a saddened look comes to her face.

SHERELL: “Did they not accept our offer?”

WALLACE: “Oh boy, this is harder than I imagined it would be.”

Grabbing Perry’s head and tilting it upward, Kaysie holds it in place as she looks into his eyes.

SHERELL: “Please, just tell me if they didn’t accept our offer. We can start over and find another home to look at.”

WALLACE: “But I really had my heart set on that place. So did you.”

Perry then leans to the side, placing his head on her shoulder.

SHERELL: “We both loved that house, but I’m sure we can find another, maybe.”

WALLACE: “I’m sorry.”

SHERELL: “Don’t be sorry, it isn’t your fault. We made an offer together.”

WALLACE: “I let you down, and I’m sorry.”

SHERELL: “You didn’t let me down, Perry.”

WALLACE: “Do you still love me?”

SHERELL: “Of course I still love you. I wouldn’t be buying a home with you if I didn’t.”

WALLACE: “I suppose you’re right.”

Cutting her eyes to the top of Perry’s head, she clenches her fist, grabbing a handful of hair and gently pulling it.

SHERELL: “Suppose? You best do better than that.”

A smile then comes to Perry’s face.

WALLACE: “If you insist. Maybe we should reconsider looking at other houses..”

Pulling his hair even harder, she questions his last comment.

SHERELL: “What?!”

Lifting his head up from her shoulder, she releases his hair as he turns his head to look at her.

WALLACE: “They accepted the offer.”

SHERELL: “Huh?”

WALLACE: “You heard me, they accepted the offer. We got it.”

Excitement overcomes Kaysie as she extends her arms and leans forward, wrapping them around Perry. Leaning in even further, she puckers up and plants a kiss on his cheek. As the two enjoy the moment of excitement with one another, a knock is heard at the door, ruining the moment.

WALLACE: “Goddamnit.”

SHERELL: “You expecting anyone?”

WALLACE: “No, just a little annoyed by the perfect timing. It better not be Jack.”

SHERELL: “I kind of hope it is.”

Turning his head to the door, Perry leans up from the sofa, pulling himself away from Kaysie’s arms.

WALLACE: “Yeah, come in!”

In walks Cyrus Riddle, stopping in front of Perry and Kaysie, looking down at them, a serious expression on his face.

RIDDLE: “So much work, so much…productivity.”

SHERELL: “What do you want, Cyrus?”

Turning his attention to Kaysie, Perry looks on in silence for a moment before turning back to Riddle.

WALLACE: “Excuse her, she’s just a little upset with some things that YOU had said on social media.”

Standing up from the sofa, Perry steps a little closer to Riddle. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, Perry questions him. Cyrus smirks as he turns his attention from Kaysie to Perry.

WALLACE: “What’s up?”

RIDDLE: “Well, I was curious to see how things were going back here, but apparently I have my answer. You, sir, better not be wrong with what we’ve talked about, and just so we can set the proper formality during these visits…Ms. Sherell, it would behoove you to speak with respect to the people that make the money for this company that’ll be paying for your new clothes, cars, and lavish habits.”

Holding his hand up in front of Riddle, Perry steps a little closer.

WALLACE: “Don’t you think it would be wise to watch what you sa–“

Standing up from the sofa, Kaysie quickly approaches the two. Holding up his other arm, Perry steps back and keeps himself between the two.

SHERELL: “I will speak to you or anyone else however I want to! You expect me to just bite my tongue while you and your little fuckboy pals make comments about me and Perry?”

WALLACE: “Calm down, calm down, let’s be reasonable here.”

Silence fills the air as the anger is apparent on Kaysie’s face. After calming her down, Perry then turns back to Cyrus and takes a step forward, standing in between the two.

WALLACE: “As we were discussing… I’m not wrong about what I told you. Look at it. It’s as clear as day. You know this, man. You know how they operate. You don’t expect them to just drop everything and forget things between Unstable and Omerta ever happened, do you?”

RIDDLE: “No, but I’m sure as fuck tired of playing the games. I’m coming up on a year of dealing with Unstable, and I’ve grown tired. I’m either putting a nail in the coffin, or I’ll rest in my own. What I want, is nobody to get in my way, be it on the roster or in upper management.”

Holding his arms out to the side, Perry cocks his head and questions Riddle.

WALLACE: “When have I ever gotten in your way? You didn’t say I was getting in your way last week when I can to you for a favor.”

Cyrus rests a hand on Perry’s shoulder and snickers.

RIDDLE: “I know you won’t, and as far as your favor goes, she is well. I just want to have you here as witness because if your companion over there interferes, and you let her, we will have problems. This is how I operate, and I want to make sure you still have my back.”

Stepping forward but still behind Perry, Kaysie addresses Cyrus over Perry’s shoulder.

SHERELL: “Interfere? I don’t know where you’ve been lately, but I’m helping Perry run things around here.”

Holding up his hand and then extending his index finger, Perry calls for silence. After a brief moment passes, he then looks back to Cyrus.

WALLACE: “She is in fact, but, there is no need to question whether or not I have your back. You know I do. Why would I trust you with that favor of keeping a close eye on my sister if I didn’t? Come on, man.”

RIDDLE: “That’s how I know you do, but I’m questioning her. The same woman lining up opponents on Erron. The same woman talking to Kat in the manner she does. The same woman who, if not careful, could very well end up like an old ‘friend’ that you so happily are rid of. You and I, we are good, but I’m unsettled by the new mouthpiece.”

WALLACE: “She’s more than just a mou–”

Reaching over Perry’s shoulder, she extends her arm and points in Cyrus’ direction before lashing out.

SHERELL: “Have you ever thought that maybe Erron’s opponent was chosen to face him as a test because Erron has in fact proven himself? And Kat, don’t even get me started there. She didn’t exactly bless me being with Perry or welcome me with open arms! In her eyes and everyone else’s, I’m only with Perry because of his money and that couldn’t be any further from the truth. They’re not even related!”

Turning around to face Kaysie, Perry places both hands onto her shoulders and looks her in the eye, Her breathing slow does as he calms her with comfort before speaking softly.

WALLACE: “It’s alright. I know the truth. We know the truth. Just let me handle this, please.”

Taking a step back, Kaysie then turns her back to the two and walks to the couch before dropping down and crossing one leg over the other. With a look of disappointment in his eye, Perry slowly turns around to face Cyrus once more.

WALLACE: “You’re a real homewrecker tonight. You and everyone else just needs to lay off of her being with me. If this isn’t what we think it is, what I think it is, then that’s on me, but you all are wrong about her.”

RIDDLE: “I hope so, but that wench attitude she has when confronted doesn’t make her any less guilty. Maybe she should invest in Tampax Pearl if she’s so moody. But anyway, you do you, but just remember who you used to homewreck. I’m testing her, you, and everyone now. I’ve played nice, kept my mouth shut, and did my job at making others look good…now, I’m collecting, and I won’t be fucked over.”

Thinking over those last words in his head, Perry looks to Cyrus with a cold stare. He then rubs his goatee for a short bit before lowering his hand from his face.

WALLACE: “You’ll collect, no worries there. You just need to do what needs to be done and we both know where to start. Open your eyes Cyrus, we know who attacked you. Now it’s time to make things right. Have I ever misled you?”

RIDDLE: “Not that I can recollect, but there’s a first for everything, especially with new company. You two enjoy the rest of the show, yeah?”

Cyrus smirks with a hint of mischief in his eyes before slowly back stepping. Moments later, the door closes, leaving Perry and Kaysie alone once more.Turning to face Kaysie, Perry lowers his head as he slowly walks towards her and drops down on the sofa beside her. With her arms crossed and attitude written all over her face, she turns her attention to Perry.

SHERELL: “After tonight, you need to reevaluate your friends. I’ve been putting up with a lot from the one’s you say are close to you. I shouldn’t have to deal with this ridiculous bullshit and disrespect.”

Heading backstage we find ourselves with the crew of Jett Wilder, his mother and at this point three of his security force. The fourth having just walked forward to go and do some recon up ahead the crew never going any where too quickly. Turning the corner to the next hall going towards their locker room area when stepping out in front of them is CJ O’Donnell a man that Jett will be seeing a whole lot of tonight and at Ante Up. The security force two in front of them, Jett behind the wall.

JETT: “What do you want you loser?”

A smirk comes across The Distinguished One’s face as he just stares at one of his opponent for Ante Up.

O’DONNELL: “Easy there Jethro I just want to make sure you are feeling okay. Are you?”

Before Jett can answer his question CJ cuts him off.

O’DONNELL: “I mean I would hate for someone to put laxatives in your protein drink or even eye drops for that matter. I do not want to here any excuses when Unstable wins tonight or when I leave the T-Mobile Arena on July twenty-sixth as 4CW Champion.”

Jett glares at his future opponent, CJ looking smug. He goes to square up but CJ laughs off his advances, as his mother grabs him and pulls him away.

CARMELLA: “You can get him later.”

JETT: “Yeah you better watch out!”

Jett yells it out while being pulled away from CJ who shakes his head, still smirking not seeming to be taking the threat seriously

O’DONNELL: “I’ll see you later, chump.”

Jett gets pulled far enough away until he’s at his locker room, looking to still try to poster. The first security guard lets out a yell, as Carmella screams when the locker room door as one of Jett’s security team is hanging from the wall with that same chain link noose from last week. One security team pulls Jett away as the other two including Luiz pull him down, as they are able to rescue the man but just in the knick of time.

CARMELLA: “This guy is a freak! This needs to stop.”

An angry Carmella not seeming to care about the security guard at all but more so the threat’s that are coming her son’s way from every angle as Jett looks on looking a cross between upset and scared as the show continues.

UNDERCARD
JACE SAVAGE VS. KAT STEVENSON

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

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

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

Jace slides into the middle of the ring from under the ropes. He runs over and hopes on the nearest turn buckle, slaps his chest with his right hand as he points to the crowd with his left. He hops off the turn buckle to get ready for his match.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

“Release me”

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, 4CW’s resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

“No remnants were ever found of it

Feeling the hot bile

With every fake smile

Though no evidence was ever found

It never went away completely”

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

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

“I try to hide from the unholy sound of it

Another day gone

Another night’s dawn”

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

VASSA: “There’s the little WildKat! She cleared the ring two weeks ago with the bikini contest!”

JOHNSON: “Oh yes she did! After mocking her like they did, what did you expect? I was surprised when we saw that double move on both girls laying them out.”

VASSA: “At Ante Up Kat will get her chance to finally get in the ring with Taryn Robinson in a High Rollers Match.”

JOHNSON: “I’m not exactly sure what this is but being in 4CW, it is guaranteed to be something unique.”

VASSA: “With everything going on with Taryn and now Perry, I know Kat has a lot on her mind and I feel sorry for anyone who is standing across from her in the ring.”

JOHNSON: “It is unfortunate to see how things have turned out between Kat, Perry, and Kaysie. If there is one good thing to take from this all is I’m willing to bet she channels those frustrations into her wrestling.”

VASSA: “She isn’t the only one frustrated in this match. Jace Savage came up short in the qualifying match two weeks ago. He was right there on the verge of getting himself into the big match only to lose it to CJ O’Donnell.”

JOHNSON: “Coming that close to earning a shot at the 4CW Championship is enough to make any person go mad. Between him and Kat, there are a lot of emotions in that ring tonight.”

VASSA: “For us watching here at ringside, that’s a good thing because it just means the match will be that much more intense.”

JOHNSON: “With the level of energy I expect to see in this match, I don’t know if this ring can even contain it.”

In the center of the ring, the official turns to Jace who looks back with determination in his eyes. Cracking his knuckles, he doesn’t blink as he just stares across the ring at Kat. The official then looks to Kat where the anger is apparent in her body language. She gives the official the nod and after that, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Shooting out of her corner, Kat charges across the ring towards Jace as the bell finally silences. Taking notice fairly quickly, Jace steps out of his corner and runs towards Kat, and as the two come within range of one another, Kat takes a swing for Jace’s head. Ducking out of the way, Kace avoids a nasty blow to the head as Kat’s momentum forces her to turn her back to him. Grabbing onto her shoulders, Jace pulls her in only to get caught off guard as Kat throws an elbow back, connecting with a shot right between the eyes.

Tuning around in an instant, Kat swings her arm and hits Jace right across the face with a bitch slap, sending his head shooting to the right. Before Jace can turn sights back to Kat, she then goes on the attack with rapid chops across his chest, backing him across the ring as each one lands, stinging his flesh. After nearly half a dozen chops, Jace’s back touches the ropes, leaving him no room to back away any further. Seeing an opportunity, Kat then kicks Jace in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over and then follows up with an elbow shot to the back of his head.

Locking onto Jace’s wrist, Kat pulls him away from the ropes and then whips him to the opposite ones across the ring. As Jace hits the ropes and comes back on the rebound, Kat takes off and races towards him, meeting him in the center of the ring and wiping him out with an enzuigiri to the chest. Popping back up to her feet, Ket then pulls Jace up as well and then whips him to the nearby corner. Crashing into the corner, Jace’s feet lift up from the canvas and just as they set down, Kat is right there with a handspring elbow to the chops.

VASSA: “That intensity and anger is showing in Kat right now as we speak.”

JOHNSON: “We knew there was a fire inside of her going into this match and she’s letting it all out.”

Stepping out of the way, Kat leaves an opening for Jace to stumble forward out of the corner. She then climbs the corner and patiently waits at the top. Stopping in his tracks, Jace looks around the ring, trying to place his eyes on Kat. He then slowly begins to turn around and as he faces the corner, his eyes light up at the sight of Kat flying through the air towards him. Wrapping her arm around Jace’s head, Kat spins him around and plants his head into the canvas with a tornado DDT.

JOHNSON: “Jace didn’t see that coming and now all he’s seeing is stars!”

VASSA: “She’s on a roll now!”

JOHNSON: “There she goes! She’s going for the pin!”

Jace’s body stands straight up with his head on the mat before crashing back-first to the mat. Climbing over Jace, Kat hooks his leg and goes for the pin.

ONE

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TW–

VASSA: “Jace kicks out!”

JOHNSON: “Right at the two count.”

Not wasting any time, Kat pushes herself and locks onto Jace’s wrist, jerking him back up to his feet. She then goes to wrap him up for a northern lights suplex but before she can life Jace off his feet, Jace hits her over the back with a forearm shot from his free arm. Ripping his wrist away from her clutches, Jace then raises both arms into the air and hits her with a double axe handle across the shoulders, knocking her down to her knees.

Turning to the ropes, Jace takes off towards them and comes back on the rebound as Kat leans up on both knees, driving his foot into her face with a running big boot. Falling backwards, Kat hits the mat hard and rolls completely over to her stomach. Closing the gap between the two, Jace then goes on the attack with stomps to the back of Kat’s head and shoulders. He then grabs a handful of hair and slowly pulls her up to both feet before delivering a knee to her gut.

Standing Kat up straight, Jace locks his hand onto the back of her head and then begins hitting her with overhead punches from his other. Knocking into somewhat of a daze, Jace then wraps her up and lifts her into the air, only to drop her down to the canvas with a powerful sit-out spinebuster.

JOHNSON: “The momentum is in Jace’s favor now as he’s turned things around.”

VASSA: “She was off to a quick start but Jace made sure to put an end to that by preventing that northern lights suplex attempt.”

JOHNSON: “Slowed her down? he flat out stopped her in her tracks!”

Back on his feet, Jace paces around the ring for a moment while keeping his eyes locked on Kat laid out in the center of the ring. Moving in, he grabs ahold of her wrist and pulls her up to her feet and then into a short-arm clothesline, knocking her flat on her back once more. Looking down to Kat, Jace begins taunting her for a short moment before pulling her up once more and then positioning himself beside her. With Kat helpless in his clutches, Jace then drops her with a Russian leg sweep.

VASSA: “Jace clearly has the size and strength advantage over Kat and he’s making it known right now.”

JOHNSON: “As long as he can keep his han–“

VASSA: “He’s going for the pin!”

Rolling over and covering Kat, Jace hooks the leg as the official sweeps in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “Kat manages to pop her shoulder up at the two!”

VASSA: “The fire is still burning inside of her!”

Looking down at Kat in disbelief, Jace shakes his head back and forth before pushing himself up to his feet. Pulling Kat up by her arm, Jace holds her in place before nearly taking her head off with a European uppercut. Stumbling backwards, Kat hits the ropes and bounces forward into Jace’s arms as he lifts her up and drives her into the mat with a spinning spinebuster.

JOHNSON: “OOOHHHHHH!!!”

VASSA: “The entire ring is shaking after that spinning spinebuster.”

Pushing himself up to one knee, Jace looks down at Kay laid out and decides to make another cover.

ONE

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TWO

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VASSA: “She kicks out!”

JOHNSON: “Kat isn’t going out without a fight!”

Shocked at the kickout, Jace looks up to the official and begins questioning the count. After getting back to his feet, he backs the official into the corner, arguing that the count was slow, leaving Kat unattended. Realizing that arguing with the official is getting nowhere, Jace turns back to Kat who has now began pushing herself up. As she gets to one knee, Jace rushes over and hits her with a running forearm shot to the face, knocking her down to her side.

Jumping into the air, Jace comes down with both knees and drives them onto Kat’s arm laying out to the side. Pulling her arm in and holding it closely, secured with her other, Kat moans from the pain. Up to his feet and standing tall, Jace surveys the damage for a moment before reaching down and locking onto her with both hands. After pulling Kat up to her feet, Jace hits her with back to back chops before locking onto her wrist and whipping her across the ring to the corner.

Taking off behind her, Jace follows closely behind Kat as she closes in on the corner. Leaping into the air, Kat plants one foot on the middle turnbuckle and steps up to plant her other foot on the top turnbuckle before pushing herself away and doing a backflip in mid-air. As Kat flips over his head, Jace crashes hard, chest first, into the corner. Landing on her feet, Kat pops her head up only to see Jace barely on his feet, only holding himself up in the corner by his arms draped over the top ropes.

JOHNSON: “The athleticism from Kat right there was just amazing.”

VASSA: “Just when you think she’s in for an attack from behind by Jace, she surprises us all by using the corner to launch herself into the air for a backflip.”

JOHNSON: “She clearly caught Jace by surprise as well.”

VASSA: “Obviously.”

Brushing the hair from her face, Kat looks on as Jace slowly begins to regain himself in the corner. Pushing himself away from the corner, Jace then turns around only to get caught by surprise with a fierce kick to the gut. Kat then steps in and locks her arm around Jace’s head and hooks his leg, lifting him into the air. Falling backwards, she plants Jace’s head into the canvas with a cradle DDT.

VASSA: “UH-OOHHH!!!”

JOHNSON: “There it is! The Kat-astrophe!”

VASSA: “We saw her put the Hot Shots down with this two weeks ago and now Jace gets to feel the wrath himself!”

JOHNSON: “Jace is out cold and there she goes for the pin!”

Crawling over to Jace, Kat hooks his leg as she rolls over him with her back against his body. Racing over from the other side of the ring, she official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “There it is! Kat wins it!”

VASSA: “After clearing house at the bikini contest, she now gets the win over Jace here tonight, gaining some momentum as we head into Ante Up and her match with Taryn Robinson.”

“Asylum” hits the speakers as Kat slowly climbs to her feet and surveys the damage below. Stepping in beside her, the official then raises her arm into the air momentarily before she rips it away and walks to the other side of the ring.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner, KAT SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN!!!”

There is a special kind of calm backstage reserved only for the denizens of the Space Age. The cameras are following Sonny Lee as he makes his way down the hallway. He’s dashing in a custom navy blue William Fioravanti bespoke suit. His eyes are shrouded by black eye sunglasses. He stops at the door marked “Lyza Reyes” and knocks on it twice. Moments pass before Lyza Reyes opens the door. Sonny takes off his sunglasses as she welcomes him in.

LEE: “Previously, we discussed the future of NE Ultra. Recruiting, specifically. I am curious as to whether or not you were able to make contact with anyone who would help further our agenda.”

REYES: “Aside from Four Corner’s resident White Knight, no. Unfortunately, he plans on remaining a ‘lone ranger’ for the time being. You?”

Sonny flashes a sly smile.

REYES: “Seldom ever see you smile, Sonny. You must know of someone?”

LEE: “One could say, I ‘hit the jackpot’ while I was in Atlantic City.”

Lyza’s eyes light up with a smile as she clasps her hands together.

REYES: “You didn’t!”

LEE: “I did.”

Lee steps back towards the door and opens it. You can hear the crowd far off in the arena pop in reaction to Thirteen stepping through the door.

LEE: “I believe you know of each other, however, I am unsure whether you have been properly introduced.”

Lee pauses a moment while the audience soaks in what they’re seeing, the two women aware of one another thanks to social media, but never having set foot in the same room together.

LEE: “Lyza, Thirteen. Thirteen, Lyza.”

REYES: “Pleased to meet you, in person. You’re reallll…”

Lyza says this in a friendly tone. There’s no denying that she’s a little star-struck.

THIRTEEN: “Hello.”

Thirteen smiles to her, shyly ducking her eyes downward concealing a nervous blush of anticipation at being here, now, with these two and what it represents for the three of them.

THIRTEEN: “I only hope I make this worth your while.”

LEE: “There is no need for such statements, we are united towards the same goal.”

REYES: “Squad goals…”

Thirteen smiles with contented comfort at the ease with with which they’ve come together.

LEE: “Yes, and we are at a significant lack of Mr. Chu, right now. His, is the only presence not worth our while.”

With that said, Lee’s eyes meet Thirteen’s optimistic gleam.

LEE: “We are now faced with infinite possibilities.”

All three, in unison, say…

ALL THREE: “Ultra.”

The scene fades away…

The lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines upon the entrance curtain as the sound of guitars begin to play, followed by low screaming of the opening lyrics to “Bring the Rain” by Upon a Burning Body. Suddenly, the guitar riff breaks into the song chorus as Cyrus Riddle emerges from behind the curtain.

JOHNSON: “It’s Cyrus!!! He’s back already!!!

VASSA: “Big fucking deal…”

“We are setting the fires

that light the way

and as the flames burn

they blind us from the pain

but this path leads only

to our darkest days

so give me something to believe in

and I’ll bring the rain”

The scowl on Cyrus face, indicated by his mouth and what can be seen of his eyebrows behind his sunglasses, becomes coupled with a raise of both arms out to his side. With his famous two finger gesture seen, he straightens his posture and begins to confidently and methodically walk to the ring.

JOHNSON: “There’s purpose in that walk Vassa.”

VASSA: “His purpose died with his career. He’s hasn’t shown me shit, he’s all talk.”

”I don’t need to escape from this maze

cause I’m about to set it all a blaze

it’s time to face my fears

the past is gone I’m still standing here!

I’m still standing here!”

The walk from the entryway to the ring is met by many fans trying to touch Riddle as he passes by, but to no avail. His attention remains focused on the ring.

JOHNSON: “Well, I can’t wait to hear what he has to say, personally.”

Riddle gets to the ring steps and acknowledges the crowd while he makes his way to the middle of the ring apron. He holds his arms outward, his index and middle fingers sticking up on both hands as his head tilts back while leaning against the ropes.

“I’m looking for a match if you couldn’t tell

I won’t shy away from RAISING HELL!”

“We are setting the fires

that light the way

and as the flames burn

they blind us from the pain

but this path leads only

to our darkest days

so give me something to believe in

and I’ll bring the rain”

Cyrus’ arms lower and his sights focus on the inside of the ring before he steps in between the top and middle ropes. He walks to the middle and surveys the crowd once more, then staring at the entryway. After a few moments he back steps into the corner and requests a microphone from the ringside crew, after which is walks to the center of the ring again and looks around at the raucous Houston crowd.

RIDDLE: “Normally, I’d come out here and stand on ceremony, but you already know who the fuck I am…or at least you thought you did. When a bloke gets smashed in the back of the head with a pipe, putting him in a hospital bed, and allowing him to examine his career, the psyche goes through a change. I’m not here to shake hands and act cordial to any fucking body. I’m back, and I’m here for the answers in regards to who attacked me and why. I don’t care what methods I need to use, because all will be for the greater good. And personally, I’ve learned over the years that extensive action brings the best results. Everyone is in my line of fire.”

Riddle pauses, taking in the mixed reaction from the crowd.

RIDDLE: “Now, as I had a chance to sit back and watch the current state of 4CW unfold, I must confess that I’m a bit unsettled by what I’ve seen. I’ve pulled no punches on social media, and I won’t do it now either. Perry is a friend, and although I’ve agreed to look after his lovely sister for him, I can’t help but to question his methods in allowing his shag box bird to call shots around here like she has an iron fist.”

VASSA: “How dare he?!”

RIDDLE: “Kaysie comes out here and gives us all options using historical allusion, basically saying that we can either be with her or against her. Well, I have news for you, love, Cyrus Riddle isn’t picking sides any fucking more! Omerta has become a shell of what it once was, because now we look like glorified errand boys, and that stops as of right bloody now! I choose option Cy, and I will not turn a blind eye to anything I disagree with. You want to turn this company into a chess game, that’s fine, but this is one man that refuses to be a pawn. I’m on my own business starting tonight, and that translates into a problem for anyone that takes issue with me or my revenge, including wankers like Vassa, who I know is just dying for a Wallace money shot.”

The crowd laughs as Vassa looks pissed at ringside, but Cyrus continues.

RIDDLE: “I’ve climbed out of my own personal and professional hell, and it’s time that you all experience that same dim in your light. Answers…championships…legacy…I’ll successful seek out and conquer, establishing myself as the man 4CW expected when I first signed a contract and left Atlantic City. This is my company for the taking, and there won’t be any sides to take, because you’re either loyal to me…or your throat gets a smile. The tolerance is gone, the mercy will not be given, and your escape is no longer an option.”

Cyrus throws his sunglasses into the crowd and tosses the microphone at Vassa before posing in the ring and subsequently rolling out from under the bottom rope and onto the floor as “Bring the Rain” begins to play once more.

VASSA: “That English son of a bitch!”

JOHNSON: “Well, Vassa, let’s see if he does more walking than talking to prove you wrong. Cyrus seems firm in his words, and I’d bet money that this is a nice beginning compared to what we will see from him after this.”

Once at the entryway, Cyrus turns around one last time, looking intense as he shouts “Everything Dies” before walking backstage.

The camera goes backstage and you are in the parking lot area as a limousine pulls up. As the door swings open out steps the General Manager of Uprising, Paul Knight. Knight begins to walk towards the backstage door.

KNIGHT: “So this is Adrenaline. Perry Wallace sure does know how to pack a parking lot. I bet he did not expect me to show up tonight.”

As Paul flashes his pearly whites at the camera.

KNIGHT: “I am here just to just enjoy the show and take some notes Perry so do not worry. Maybe I will even talk to some of the talent. I heard Frankie Morrison is a great guy to talk to. I am going to stay away from Dakota Smith as he is loose cannon and can snap at any time.”

As Knight enters in the door he turns around one more time and looks at the camera.

KNIGHT: “Enjoy the rest of Adrenaline and do not forget to check out Uprising on Sunday.”

As the door closes you go to another backstage segment as Paul Knight has entered the building.

UNDERCARD
CARTER LAUGHLIN VS. ERRON WILDER

“Absolute Zero” hits over the loudspeakers, and the lights begin to strobe in the rhythm of the song, drawing a raucous response from the crowd. Soon after that, the ‘Dead Man Walking’ himself, Carter Laughlin makes his way out onto the stage, nodding along with the thunderous riff of the song. He pauses at the entryway, running a hand through his hair before he makes his way down towards the ring, pausing to bump fist with the more enthusiastic fans of his near ringside on the way.

POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, Carter Laughlin!!”

He finally arrives at ringside, sliding into the ring where he sits on his knees, still vibing to the music and reaction of the crowd before he rolls forward and springs to his feet, mounting the middle rope with one foot while the other rests on the bottom strand to look out at the crowd one last time, before he twists back off the ropes and makes his way over to the corner. Leaning back against the buckles and letting himself relax as he waits for the start of the match.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

A Punjabi tremor rings around the arena, steadily building towards an explosive crescendo that gives way to “Blood, Milk and Sky” by White Zombie. The instant mixed reactions from the live viewers and their vulgar signs hoisted in the air acknowledge the man behind the thundering echoes—’Dead End Wilder’, ‘Come Claim Me’, and ‘You’re sh!t out of Luck.’ It was clear who they invited in, albeit everything around had dimmed to a thick black except for fluorescent strobes of light spiraling around clockwork, searching the inside of the arena. Heads continuing to turn in the dark at every available direction in the search for roguish twenty-five year-old, it’s then up in a particular staircase that the shadowed contour of Erron Wilder slowly trudges down the cold steps at his own leisure.

“The siren sings a lonely song

Of all the wants and hungers

The lust of love, a brute desire

The ledge of life goes under”

As the lyrics pursue, his surly pout emerging through the touch of light. He swings his arms loosely to their sides with a hint of cockiness in his movement. This is Wilder, soaked up with an aggressive form of confidence in the midst of a crowd reaching for him on his way down. Both of his shriveled up, glacial blue eyes remaining fixated with the ring, and never turning away to give care to those calling out to him. He quickly slides over the barricade upon contact, scoffing at everyone and everything with a saucy grunt before rolling his leather jacket-clad heap inside the ring.

POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, by way of the Blind Alley and weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds, he is… ERRON “STUNTMAN” WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Pacing around the mat in evident restlessness, Erron rolls his wrists and jerks his head sideways in last second preparation. A jittery smile ripping over his shady mug provided a closing gesture of how anxious he is to start swinging.

DING!!! DING!!!

Both men meet in the center of the ring at the sound of the bell. Carter quickly lunges forward, and ties up with Erron. In the lock up, Carter takes a quick advantage as he pulls Erron’s head in further, and locks him into a headlock. Erron quickly finds a way out, and pushes Carter into the ropes. Laughlin rebounds and knocks Erron down with a shoulder block. With Wilder lying on his back in the center of the ring, Carter runs back towards the ropes. Erron flps over to his stomach causing Laughlin to jump over him and run towards the ropes across the ring. Carter comes back as Erron gets up from the mat. Erron then blasts Carter with a stiff clothesline that takes Lauhglin down to the mat.

JOHNSON: ”I may not agree with the directive of Kaysie Sherell, but I can’t wait to see what Carter Laughlin can do.”

VASSA: “You definitely need to realize that Kaysie and Perry do know what’s best for Adrenaline at the end of the day. Now, I know he’s getting his booty whipped by that clothesline, but I’m sure that Carter is about to show exactly why he was Kaysie’s handpicked opponent for Erron Wilder!”

JOHNSON: “There’s one thing you need to remember, Vinny. Erron is also aligned with Omerta, backed by Perry.”

Carter stands up from the mat and is immediately blasted by another clothesline. Carter springs back from the mat, and quickly ducks under a third clothesline attempt from Erron. Carter quickly turns around and lasts a sharp spinning backfist to the face of Erron. The fist rocks Erron and sends him down to the mat. Erron stands up from the mat, and gets a sharp kick to the stomach. Wilder is bent over as Carter quickly takes hold of him, and taking him up with a quick snap suplex. As Erron is on the mat, Carter quickly floats over and covers Wilder.

ONE

VASSA: “Nope!”

Erron quickly powers out of the pinfall attempt. Carter quickly makes his way back up to his feet with Erron not too far behind him. Landing another sharp blow to the stomach, Wilder is bent over once again. Carter then pulls Erron back up and places his arms around his waist. Then, he places Erron’s arm around his head, and prepares for the northern lights suplex. Before he is able to capitalize, Erron quickly spins out of the move, pulling Carter’s head underneath his arm. Wilder then falls down to the mat taking Laughlin down with a DDT.

VASSA: “That was a beautiful DDT by Erron!”

JOHNSON: “That was absolutely a textbook DDT with a unique counter. This is why Erron Wilder deserves that shot against Madison in a few weeks at Ante Up.”

As Carter is down on the mat, Erron stands up and looks down at his opponent. Jumping up, Erron lands a knee smash to the neck of Carter, he then rolls over and back to his feet. Carter holds onto his neck as he begins to stands up from the mat. When Laughlin is back up to his feet, Erron lands a stiff boxing like jab to the face of Carter. The shot sends Carter back a bit, before Erron lands another sharp jab to the face. As Erron attempts a third jab, Carter ducks under. When Erron turns back around, he is hit by a step up enzuguri from Laughlin! As both men fall down to the mat, Carter is quickly back up to his feet. As Wilder staggers back up to his feet, Carter runs over towards the ropes, performing a handspring. Then on his rebound, he flips grabbing onto the neck of Erron. Then, spinning once again he takes Erron down to the mat with a stunning handspring tilt-a-whirl DDT. As Erron lays on his back, Carter quickly covers him after the impressive move.

ONE

.

.

TW–

JOHNSON: “Just short of a full two count!”

Erron is able to get his shoulder out of the pin attempt. Carter is seemingly shocked as he stands back up from the mat. When Wilder slowly begins to get up from the mat as well, Carter takes hold of his hair. He pulls him up and grabs onto his tights, attempting to take him over the top rope. As he runs towards the ropes, Erron turns the momentum around going behind Laughlin and throwing him out of the ring above the middle rope. As Carter falls out of the ring, he falls onto his feet. Wilder quickly runs across the ring and rebounds off of the ropes. As Carter turns around, Erron sends himself over the middle rope and landing on Carter with a suicide dive! As both men fall down to the arena floor on the outside, Laroy Jones looks at them from inside of the ring and begins the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

Erron quickly stands up from the arena floor and takes Carter by his hair.

“Three!”

He then throws him back into the ring, as Erron goes to the apron. Carter lays on the mat on his back, as Erron begins to ascend the turnbuckle. As he stands up on the top of the turnbuckle, Carter quickly stands up, and sweeps Erron’s leg. This causes Wilder to fall onto the turnbuckle in a seated position. Laughlin then pulls Wilder by the head, letting on his legs dangle on the top turnbuckle. Then, Carter falls down taking Erron down with an inverted version of the “graveyard du jour”. Carter quickly rolls Erron onto his back and goes for the pin once more.

JOHNSON: “That was an absolutely beautiful maneuver! I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the end of this!”

VASSA: “I told you that Queen Kaysie knew exactly what she was doing!”

ONE

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.

TWO

JOHNSON: “Don’t underestimate Erron Wilder!”

Erron throws his shoulder off of the mat. Carter is visibly agitated as he stands up from the mat. Once Wilder stands up from the mat, Carter lands a big boot to the stomach of Erron Wilder. Wilder is bent over as Carter turns Erron around and lifts him onto his shoulder. He then hoists him up into the air as he sets up for the “Less Than Zero”, suddenly, Wilder fights out, jumping down from Erron’s shoulder. He then turns around kicks Carter in the stomach, causing Laughlin to bend over. Wilder then spins him around, taking his arms from behind. Then in one fluid motion he picks Carter up and over, driving him to the mat with the backslide driver.

JOHNSON: “Just Deserts!”

VASSA: “I thought things were taking a turn for the worse but Erron managed to counter and lay Carter out unexpectedly.”

Erron then quickly covers Carter as Laroy goes down for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

.

.

THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Erron has done it! He keeps the momentum going!”

VASSA: “I don’t think Kaysie is going to be too pleased with this. Carter was her hand picked opponent for Erron here tonight and just wasn’t able to come through with the win.”

JOHNSON: “It kind of makes you wonder if this match caused any tension between the King and Queen.”

VASSA: “If I know Perry, he’s going to side with her decision.”

As “Blood, Milk, and Sky” blasts over the PA system, Erron stands up from the mat. Laroy quickly goes over and raises Erron’s hand as Mike Powers can be heard.

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

POWERS: “The winner of the match, ERRON WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Erron takes his hand down and goes to the other side of the ring, and exits. Erron begins to walk up to the stage with much fanfare as the scene fades out.

CASHE: “I ain’t worried about none of that! Fuck them! Let em come… You see this right here?”

As the cameras cut to the locker room of Jason Cashe. Talking to his girlfriend and former Uprising Chivalry Champion, Psyche Devyne. Cashe turned and pointed at four men standing against the wall. Covered head to toe in Military Gear, they were EPU. Elite Protection Unit, the personal Security Team for Lee Best. Loaned to Cashe as part of his new agreement with the owner of High Octane.

DEVYNE: “Why have them? Unstable is here tonight for your match. Plus, I’ll protect you!”

CASHE: “Nah, nah we have never let our business merge. Let’s not start. This is my business and I will handle it. Unstable has some extra man power tonight. That’s a plus for us, a negative for anyone wanting to test me..”

Without knocking, Gabriel Hartman bursts into the room. Cashe and Psyche both snap their heads in his direction as the Mercenary Security team rush into surround him. Cashe hurries and calls them off.

CASHE: “Whoa! It’s cool, he’s okay!”

Pushing through the EPU Members, Hartman has excitement, almost a worry in his eyes.

HARTMAN: “You’ve gotta get out to the Parking Lot NOW!”

CASHE: “Slow down Hartman! What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

Turning back to the door, Hartman is out of breath. Forcing himself to calm down, Hartman informs Cashe why there was such a rush.

HARTMAN: “It’s on fire! Your Bus!”

Pushing past Hartman, Cashe picks up speed as he leaves the locker room and moves down the hallway. Seeing the red “Exit” sign, Cashe plows into the door, taking all the force to his shoulder. Almost falling as he exits out to the parking garage. Filled with Fire Fighters and workers from the Arena or 4CW. Everyone watching a fire engulf the Customized Short Bus that belonged to Jason Cashe.

CASHE: “NOOOOOO!!!!”

Dropping to his knees, his cries echo over the crisping of metal and other materials he had in his bus. From behind and in a hurry through the doors comes Psyche Devyne. Her mouth drops in shock seeing the fire burning with consumption.

DEVYNE: “Ohhh noo! Jason… What happened?”

CASHE: “My Baby!! Who? Who would do this!?”

Dropping forward, it looks like he was praying like a Muslim but it almost sounded like he was crying. Psyche squats down next to him, placing her hand on his back rubbing him.

DEVYNE: “Are… Are you crying? Jason?”

His crying begins to sound like choking laughs as he rises up. Sitting on his knees he watches the flames crawl over the entire bus. Fire fighters were containing it, trying to put it out but it was roasting.

CASHE: “This means war…”

Using the back of his forearms, he wipes his eyes. Pushing to his feet, her turns to Psyche and holds her against him. Keeping his eyes on the burning bus, he had an idea of who it was.

CASHE: “Just wait, someone is going to pay for this!”

As the ruckus crowd inside the Toyota Center appreciates the action that has transpired tonight we shift from the ringside area to somewhere backstage as we see two, very large, security guards dressed from head to toe in black riot gear guarding a door as Gabriel Hartman appears with a huge grin on his face.

HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, inside the suite behind me is a person that Mr. Wallace invited here tonight with the intention of signing to the 4CW roster. Rumors have been swirling and social media has been a buzz as to who Mr. Wallace as brought here tonight, and I’ve been given the honor and privilege to be the first to interview them.”

Hartman says with enthusiasm as he turns and makes his way towards the door. As he approaches the guards he shows them his credentials and the one on the right opens the door, and motions for Hartman to proceed in. As he makes his way into the suite the door shuts behind Hartman causing him to startle for a second, but he quickly regains his composure and makes his way into the suite and the expression on his face quickly changes to as if he’s seen a ghost.

HARTMAN: “Wha…..what are you doing here?”

Hartman stutters to get out of his mouth.

VOICE: “What am I doing here?”

The voice belongs to none other than Scott Stevens and the Texas crowd goes crazy.

STEVENS: “I don’t need a reason to be here as you fail to realize that this is my state, my city, my home and if I want to come watch some great wrestling taking place in my own backyard than that’s what I’m going to do.”

Stevens says bluntly to Hartman as he motions for Hartman to come have a seat.

HARTMAN: “I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused because I didn’t expect you to be Mr. Wallace’s guest here tonight.”

Hartman says as the Texan raises a single brow.

STEVENS: “Why’s that?”

HARTMAN: “Because you’re are under contract to another organization.”

STEVENS: “Oh you mean High Octane Wrest…”

HARTMAN: “Yes them.”

Hartman interrupts him before he can conclude the name of the Windy City wrestling promotion.

STEVENS: “If you’re familiar with my career you know that I’ve wrestled in other organizations before and this is no different.”

HARTMAN: “So you’re here tonight to announce that you are officially a part of the 4CW roster?”

Hartman asks as Stevens reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded up paper and as he unfolds it to reveal a 4CW contract.

HARTMAN: “Is that…”

Stevens nods.

STEVENS: “A 4CW contract.”

Stevens says as he holds it up to the camera.

STEVENS: “It’s no secret that Perry Wallace has wanted me in 4CW for a long time and despite the controversy that surrounds me he still is willing to bring me into his company because he knows a good investment when he sees it.”

Stevens lays the contract on the wooden table in between Hartman and himself and produces a pen. He flips to the end of the page to reveal a blank page that needs Stevens’ signature to make the contract official.

STEVENS: “Perry, invited me here tonight to finalize a deal that has been months in the making and as I sit here in this suite with my family and friends, and these fans that have stuck with me through thick and thin there is only one thing left to do…”

Stevens begins to write on the contract, but it’s not his signature that he writes down it’s a message sent loud and clear to 4CW’s owner.

“FUCK YOU PERRY!”

HARTMAN: “What is this?!?!?!?!?!?!?”

Hartman says with his mouth wide open in shock as Stevens holds the message up for the world to see.

STEVENS: “Perry, I was willing to sign that contract and become the newest member to the 4CW roster until War Games happened and then I realized that offer was not only insulting but it wasn’t even worth my time.”

Stevens says as he crumples up the contract and tosses it towards the camera.

STEVENS: “You see Perry, you came to War Games looking to walkout victorious and dominant over HOW. Unlike Boredwalk, you brought in your big guns, and just like Boardwalk you lost to a War Games team lead by me!”

A huge smirk forms on the Texan’s face as he points to himself.

STEVENS: “My team took 4CW’s and HOW’s best shot, and we still proved to be better than you.”

Stevens nods.

STEVENS: “You can argue that Jason Cashe handed my team the victory, but if Jace was half as good as he proclaims to be he would’ve found a way to succeed, but he didn’t, and he lost just like everyone else. The fact is my team dominated War Games, and 4CW is lucky it walked out with the ICON championship because I proved to the world that I and the team no one gave a chance is simply better than you.”

HARTMAN: “Pretty tough words from someone who was eliminated by Jason.”

Stevens shoots Hartman a look.

STEVENS: “Cute.”

Stevens says as he edges himself closer to Hartman.

STEVENS: “Hartman you must be forgetting that by that time all the other members of 4CW were eliminated outside of Jace proving my point that I’m better than them. Just like I proven myself as dominant when I’ve been inside a 4CW ring.”

HARTMAN: “Excuse me?”

STEVENS: “Don’t play dumb. I’ve had two matches in 4CW, and both times I’ve won, and not only did I win, I won championship gold as well.”

HARTMAN: “…I’m not going to mention one and what was the other?”

STEVENS: “The other is when I became co-holder of the 4CW tag championships when I helped Tara and Jace defeat Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage.”

Stevens reminds Hartman who chuckles.

HARTMAN: “You were thrown out of the arena midway through…”

STEVENS: “Was I not in the match?”

HARTMAN: “Well yes….but…”

STEVENS: “That makes me co-holder of that championship. Jace and Tara have been trying to keep me away from what’s mine, but Perry said he would acknowledge my reign if I signed that contract, but that was before War Games. If Perry wants me he’s going to have to up his offer because the Captain of the winning War Games team has proven his value, and his value is worth much more than the pesos he was trying to offer me. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get a hold of Ascended Supremacy and work out a winning strategy for tonight because that’s what I do after all.”

Stevens says with a smirk.

HARTMAN: “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

As Hartman goes to leave, Stevens stops him.

STEVENS: “One more thing, as far as my future in 4CW goes you’re bound to see me sooner rather than later.”

Stevens informs Hartman as the image fades.

UNDERCARD
ISCARIOT XIII VS. DAKOTA SMITH

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

The lights fade out. A deep red light fills the arena as DINOSAUR!’s Toccata and Fuege (Dubstep Remix) hauntingly kicks up. Fog fills then entrance way as Iscariot XIII slowly walks out from the back.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring, Standing a massive six feet eleven inches tall and weighing it at two hundred and eighty wight pounds. Hailing from Gehenna, he is The Unholy Traitor, ISCARIOT XIII!!!!!!”

He slowly and methodically walks towards the ring. He climbs onto the ring Apron and then over the top rope. He walks to his corner and stares menacingly towards the crowd and announcers.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

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

“I’m a sludge God

I’m rather odd

Take your head like Mr Ichabod

Hit em hard showing no regard

Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred

Pull your card

Put u in the morgue

That’s just the way the LOC settle scores

Put me in the booth and press record

I serve em sludge and they beg for more “

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

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

JOHNSON: “We have a big match primed for you folks!”

VASSA: “Dakota has a 4CW Championship defense coming up next month against three people, two of those people being Jett and CJ. Iscariot is a big dude, and this could be a good match for him to warm up with.”

JOHNSON: “I don’t know about a warm up match, Iscariot has been impressive since signing with 4CW. He’s had a rough match or two but impressive nonetheless.”

VASSA: “He came up short two weeks ago against Sonny Lee, and no that wasn’t a pun or anything.”

JOHNSON: “Dakota is a bit larger than Sonny, and the 4CW Champion. He has his work cut out for him to say the least.”

Grabbing onto the ropes with both hands, Dakota pulls himself up and then removes the championship from around his neck. Tossing it over the ropes, the belt falls to the floor as Dakota whips his neck around and growls. In the center of the ring, the official checks with Iscariot who gives him a slow nod in return. Turning to Dakota, the official waits for a response until Dakota steps forward and roars at the top of his lungs, spitting saliva onto the mat and onto his beard. The official accepts that as Dakota being ready and hesitantly raises his hand into the air before slamming it down, signaling for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

At the sound of the bell, The Butcher shoots out of his corner and charges towards Iscariot on the other side of the ring. Catching the big man off guard and leaving him little room to escape, Dakota leaps forward and goes to wrap Iscariot up with a spear in the corner.

VASSA: “OOHHH!!!”

Moving out of the way in just the niche of time, Iscariot leaves nothing but an empty corner for Dakota to crash into, diving through the ropes and slamming his shoulder against the ring post. Grabbing ahold of Dakota, Iscariot rips him away from the corner, dragging him back through the ropes and then throwing him to the center of the ring. With Dakota on all fours, Iscariot rushes in beside him and then lifts his massive leg into the air before slamming his foot down onto Dakota’s back, knocking him down and driving him into the canvas.

Iscariot then reaches down with both hands and grabs Dakota by the back of the neck and back of the pants, lifting him up from the canvas. He then begins to slowly rotate in a circle and after two revolutions, Iscariot releases Dakota and launches him across the ring. Dakota crashes chest first into the corner with great impact. Extending his arms, he drapes them over the top ropes, holding himself up. Iscariot then charges in and squashes him with a running lariat to the back of the head. Grabbing onto Dakota’s head with both hands, Iscariot then pulls it away from the turnbuckle before slamming it forward, driving his face into the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: “Iscariot is destroying Dakota from the jump.”

VASSA: “Dakota is a sick individual and we’ve seen him do some pretty nasty things inside of that ring. With an attack like this, if Iscariot can keep it up, he could prevent The Butcher from digging deep and unleashing those psychotic tactics of his.”

The official quickly races over and begins yelling for Iscariot to release Dakota in the corner before moving to a five count.

“One!”

Pulling Dakota’s head back once more, Iscariot goes to slam it forward but Dakota stops him as he kicks his leg back, connecting with a low blow to Iscariot. The official misses the dirty low blow as his attention is focused on their heads and making himself heard with the count. Just as the official goes to make the two count, Iscariot releases Dakota and backs away from the corner with baby steps. Turning around in anger, Dakota lowers his head but keeps his eyes locked on Iscariot still standing on his feet but hunched over. Reaching behind him and placing both hands on the top ropes, Dakota pushes himself away and then charges towards Iscariot full speed before leaping forward and driving his head directly into Iscariot’s face.

VASSA: “Jesus Christ!”

JOHNSON: “This isn’t the second coming of Christ but Dakota just launched himself like a missile at Iscariot Thirteen and leveled him with a vicious headbutt.”

VASSA: “I’m pretty sure I saw that done in a football game last season.”

The two roll around the ring, holding their heads, Iscariot appearing to have taken more damage than Dakota. Pushing himself up slowly, Dakota finally rises to his feet. Still holding his head with one hand, he turns his attention to Iscariot and then marches in his direction. Stepping over Iscariot’s body, Dakota squats down over him and then begins hammering down on his with lefts and rights, not missing a single punch as he rapidly beats him until drawing blood. With blood on his hands, Dakota’s punches move even faster, rattling Iscariot’s brain back and forth as he switches hands. After landing nearly twenty punches, Dakota grabs him by the head with both hands and lifts it up from the canvas before slamming his head down and connecting with another headbutt right between his eyes.

JOHNSON: “Iscariot is covered in blood after that ruthless assault by the hands of Dakota.”

VASSA: “This match turned around in an instant and has become more of a savage beat down more than anything.”

Pushing himself up and standing tall with Iscariot between both of his feet, Dakota then leaps straight into the air and brings his knees to his chest. As gravity takes over and Dakota begins to descend, he kicks his legs straight and drives his feet into Iscariot’s chest with a double foot stomp. Stepping down from Iscariot, Dakota then locks onto the big mans arm and pulls him up from the mat and to his feet. Iscariot wobbles back and forth, barely able to stand on his own. Holding him in place with his left hand, Dakota then hits him right in the chops with a European uppercut, sending his head whipping back and blood erupting from his mouth.

Iscariot falls backwards but Dakota latches onto his arm and keeps him up. Swinging forward with his right again, Dakota connects with three more punches to the face, smearing even more blood on his hand. he then face palms himself, and wipes the flood across his face, wearing it like war paint. Pulling Iscariot in by the arm, Dakota lifts his foot up from the mat and plants it right into his stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the impact. He then locks his arm around Iscariot’s head and hooks one of his legs with his other hand. Lifting Iscariot up in a fisherman’s hold, Dakota then slams him forward and drives him into the mat with a sit-out spinebuster.

JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland!”

VASSA: “Damn son, just like that Dakota has laid the big man out.”

Crawling over Iscariot, Dakota plants both hands on his chest, holding himself up as the official slides in for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

VASSA: “Dakota just steam rolled Iscariot tonight folks.”

JOHNSON: “This was a big opponent for him on his way to Ante Up and we went through him with ease. Jett, CJ, and whoever wins later tonight better have paid attention to this. Dakota clearly sent a message tonight.”

“Sludge God” hits the speakers of the arena as Dakota stands to his feet. The official then grabs ahold of his arm to raise it into the air but Dakota rips it away from him and then draws back to throw a punch. Running in the opposite direction, the official slides out of the ring, leaving Dakota inside, triumphant.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”

The camera fades backstage and you see Caleb James O’Donnell sitting on the bench. CJ is already dressed in his ring attire waiting for his match later on tonight. He begins to speak as he has his head down talking to the floor.

O’DONNELL: “They hate me…”

A short pause.

O’DONNELL: “They hate me not…”

Another short pause, and this time the voice is louder as CJ’s head slowly begins to rise.

O’DONNELL: “THEY HATE ME.”

As Caleb finally is staring straight ahead but he is not looking directly into the camera. He is staring beyond it as a sinister smile comes across the face of Caleb.

O’DONNELL: “YOU ALL HATE ME.”

The voice lowers into nothing but a whisper.

O’DONNELL: “Why do you hate me ? Do you even have reasons besides for what you have heard or seen inside the ring. I bet you don’t. I can’t help that I show no mercy inside that ring. I was brought up this way. You see an opportunity and you attack it. You want to be the best you need to rise to the occasion.”

Caleb’s voice raises again.

O’DONNELL: “SO WHY DO YOU HATE ME ?”

As O’Donnell looks directly into the camera for the very first time.

O’DONNELL: “You can’t give me an answer can you? There is no real reason to hate me…”

CJ laughs a bit.

O’DONNELL: “Least not yet! Just wait until that Iron Man Match at Ante Up. I will make sure by the end of the night everyone has not only a reason to hate me but to also fear me!”

As Caleb continues to laugh it almost sadistically like The Distinguished One has snapped as you go back to ringside.

UNDERCARD
XTV CHAMPIONSHIP
NO HOLDS BARRED

SONNY LEE VS. BRYAN LAUGHLIN ©

VASSA: “It’s time to see some raw, unrestricted violence!”

JOHNSON: “That’s right folks, we have an XTV Championship on the way!”

VASSA: “No holds barred and the two people in this match are going to tear the house down!”

JOHNSON: “Sonny Lee has been on a hot streak since signing with 4CW and is coming off a huge win two weeks ago over a man almost double his size.”

VASSA: “That’s a classic David and Goliath story right there.”

JOHNSON: “It was an impressive win, now we’ll see what he can do against the current and two time XTV Champion, Bryan Laughlin.”

The cameras dart back and forth around the audience trying to find him.

POWERS: “The following no holds barred contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW XTV Championship!”

The camera zooms in on a few folks who react positively as seeing themselves on the big screen. Finally, the cameras find Sonny Lee sitting a few rows back amongst the fans. Once the spotlights hit him, he stands up and places the local newspaper he was reading on the seat and begins his walk down to the ring.

POWERS: “And now, fighting out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Heyuan, Guangdong, China. Weighing in at one hundred seventy pounds, SONNY LLEEEE!!!”

As he goes, fans pat him on the back and take pictures with their smart phones. His eyes are fixed on the ring. Once he’s to the guard rail, he leaps over it and lands on his feet. He takes off his hoodie and proceeds to fold it and hands it off to a ring hand. He then slowly climbs the ring steps and enters the ring.

Once in the ring, Sonny Lee stretches and gets warmed up for the upcoming contest.

POWERS: “And the opponent!”

The heavy opening guitar riff from “Out of My Mind” by Mushroomhead hits over the speakers as a slight fog grows around the curtain and Bryan Laughlin emerges walking slowly with his thumbs tucked into the 4CW XTV Championship fastened around his waist. His trademark “LAUGH-LIN” Run DMC Style shirt on he nods his head to the music and acknowledges the fans before dropping his head taking a deep breath and breaking out into a sprint towards the ring.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring 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!!!”

Approaching the ring he slides in and gets to his knees throwing his head back and his arms out allowing the fans to acknowledge him back. He quickly hops to his feet mouthing the lyrics.

“Judge me for what I am

The passage of death

You don’t play, you don’t win

You change nothing

You gain nothing

Everybody’s out from here on in”

He backs into the nearest corner taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him out of the ring as his music slowly fades.

JOHNSON: “And there’s our defending champion, Bryan Laughlin.”

VASSA: “What’s impressive is who this man beat twice to hold that championship on two separate occasions.”

JOHNSON: “He defeated Jason Cashe the first time but for his second championship win, to be fair, Laughlin did pin Harley Reigns.”

VASSA: “In one on one matches Cashe and Laughlin are tied up. I’m hoping that we’ll see a third tie breaker match eventually.”

JOHNSON: “Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, he has a completely different opponent standing across from him tonight in Sonny Lee.”

VASSA: “The first championship defense of any championship reign is important and this one here tonight is no different.”

JOHNSON: “We have two highly competitive wrestlers in that ring but only one will walk away the XTV Champion tonight. Who will it be?”

VASSA: “Your guess is as good as mine, so let’s just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Removing the XTV Championship from around his waist, Laughlin then hands it to the official who walks to the center of the ring with it. Holding the championship high above his head, the official turns to each side of the ring and presents it for the fans in attendance. He then walks to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before making his way back to the center of the ring. Looking to Sonny, the official quickly gets a slow nod in return, signaling that Sonny is ready. The official then turns to Laughlin who stares back and cracks his neck from side to side. After nodding to the official, Laughlin grabs the top rope and begins pulling on it to loosen himself up. With both men ready for the match, the official then throws his arm into the air and signals for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

Laughlin stares across the ring at Sonny who bounces back and forth in his corner. After a quick stretch of the arms, Laughlin then pushes himself away from the corner and slowly makes his way to the center of the ring. With his eyes locked on Laughlin, Sonny approaches him, still bouncing back and forth, keeping himself loose before the two finally dance. Finally standing within reach of one another, Sonny’s bounce comes to a stand still as the two lock eyes. Both men stand motionless, fixated on the other standing across from them as the tension slowly builds and the noise level within the arena grows louder and louder.

VASSA: “You hear that, Steve? This place is about to go insane!”

JOHNSON: “Everyone is waiting in anticipation for these two to get down to business.”

VASSA: “This is an XTV Championship match, of course they are. These things get lit!”

JOHNSON: “What?”

Still standing motionless, the two pierce through one another but it all comes to an abrupt end as Sonny makes the first move, catching Laughlin in the side of the head with an open hand strike in the blink of an eye. Knocking Laughlin off balance, Sonny then lunges forward and connects with a palm strike to his chest, sending Laughlin stumbling backwards into the ropes. Grabbing onto the top rope and wrapping both arms around it, Laughlin catches himself. Sonny then charges in and quickly spins around, throwing his leg in the air and going for Laughlin’s head. Rolling out of the way, Laughlin avoids the kick as Sonny’s leg bounces off the top rope.

JOHNSON: “Sonny is quick with both his hands and feet, I don’t know how Bryan managed to avoid that kick.”

VASSA: “It’s a pleasure watching Sonny perform in that ring, same with Laughlin. While Sonny may have the quickness, Bryan can stop him dead in his tracks at any given moment.”

Popping up to his feet behind Sonny, Laughlin lunges forward to grab ahold of him but catches a backhand to the face as Sonny looks over his shoulder. Spinning around, Sonny then throws his leg up to kick Laughlin in the side but his eyes light up instead as Laughlin catches his foot in mid-air. With Sonny now on one foot, Laughlin pulls him in by the leg and then puts him flat on his back with a clothesline. Dropping down to his knees, Laughlin locks onto Sonny with a head to rib cradle and begins ramming knees into him. As each knee slams into Sonny’s midsection, a little bit of air escapes his lungs. With Sonny worn down for the moment, Laughlin pushes himself up and then drags Sonny up from the mat. Wrapping him up with both arms, Laughlin exerts all of his energy and lifts Sonny off his feet, throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex.

VASSA: “That quickness that Sonny possesses is great, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t help him much when someone gets their hands on him.”

JOHNSON: “Bryan has a bit of a size advantage over Sonny, but as we saw two weeks ago, Sonny can overcome any odds.”

VASSA: “Iscariot Thirteen is a beast of a man! I was even shocked after seeing Sonny put him down.”

JOHNSON: “He has a completely different opponent tonight in the XTV Champion, Bryan Laughlin.”

VASSA: “Bryan fought hard to regain that championship and knows what it takes to secure a victory in these specific types of matches.”

Back on his feet, Laughlin looks across the ring at Sonny, still down and holding his side from the vicious knee strikes moments earlier. Looking to the corner not far from Sonny, Laughlin quickly marches towards it and begins removing the padding from the top turnbuckle. Tossing the padding aside, he then turns around and locks his sights on Sonny before walking over to him. Grabbing the smaller man by the arm, Laughlin pulls him up to his feet and then slices him over the chest with a knife edge chop. Still locked on Sonny’s wrist, Laughlin then whips him to the nearby corner with every ounce of his strength.

VASSA: “OOHHHH!!!”

Crashing into the corner, Sonny’s back slams against the exposed metal of the turnbuckle.

JOHNSON: “In any other match of the night, this would be considered illegal, but not for the XTV Championship!”

Sonny releases a loud moan as the metal digs into his flesh. Stumbling forward away from the corner, Sonny falls into two knees to the face as Laughlin leaps straight into the air and hits him with a jumping double knee, sending him falling back into the corner once more. As his back crashes against the exposed metal of the turnbuckle, Sonny’s back stiffens as another moan escapes his lips. Charging in, Laughlin then nearly takes his head off with a running elbow.

VASSA: “Wake up call!”

Locking onto Sonny with both hands, Laughlin then rips him away from the corner and turns him to face the ropes beside them. Holding Sonny’s head over the top rope, Laughlin reaches up from underneath and grabs onto Sonny’s head, pulling it down and choking him with the rope.

JOHNSON: “Without the weapons placed at ringside, the ring has suddenly become a weapon in this division.”

VASSA: “I’m just surprised that we haven’t seen more of this.”

JOHNSON: “I guess it’s somewhat easy to overlook the environment being used as a weapon when there were weapons scattered everywhere previously.”

The official checks in with Sonny for a submission, although red in the face, he gives nothing in return. Locking onto the top rope with both hands, Sonny uses everything in the tank to slowly push himself away from the ropes, taking the pressure of the top rope off of his throat. Sonny then slams his elbow back, driving it into Laughlin’s stomach, but doesn’t break his hold. Laughlin then pulls his head back down, pressing his throat against the top rope once more. In a fit of rage, Sonny then begins throwing rapid elbows back, pounding away at Laughlin’s stomach over and over until finally breaking his hold. Pushing himself away from the ropes, Sonny rolls backwards to the mat and then pushes himself up to his feet instantly. As Laughlin turns to him, Sonny then kicks his foot up, attempting to plant it into the XTV Champ’s stomach.

VASSA: “Laughlin catches another kick!”

JOHNSON: “That’s two so far tonight and we remember how the first one ended up.”

Before Laughlin can do anything else, Sonny then does a back flip, ripping his leg away from Laughlin’s grip and planting his other foot right underneath his chin. Laughlin hits the ropes hard and then flips up and over the top, crashing down onto the apron. Turning to the ropes behind him, Sonny takes off towards them. Hitting the ropes and coming back on the rebound, he slides to the mat and drives both feet into the side of Laughlin’s head, launching him off the apron and crashing down to the floor.

JOHNSON: “Laughlin goes down hard!”

VASSA: “He went down pretty hard on his shoulder.”

Pushing himself back to his feet, Sonny looks down to the outside as Laughlin begins pushing himself up as well, favoring his left shoulder. Backing away from the ropes, Sonny stops in the center of the ring to wait a bit more as Laughlin finally stands tall. Running to the ropes, Sonny leaps up and lands on the top rope, balancing himself for a moment before bouncing up and down. After two bounces, he then launches himself into the air, flying towards Bryan and wiping him out with a diving crossbody. Falling backwards, Laughlin crashes into the steel barricade at ringside with Sonny on top of him.

JOHNSON: “The fans in the front row are getting a nice up close view of the action at ringside.”

Bryan’s shoulders slowly slide down the barricade and drop to the floor. Sliding out of the ring, the official races over for the count as Sonny has the champ covered.

ONE

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TWO

Popping his shoulder up from the floor, Laughlin stops the officials count, leaving the fans at ringside in shock, as well as Sonny. Mounted on top of Laughlin, Sonny leans up to a seated position and begins raining down on Laughlin with vicious elbow strikes and then transitioning into hammer fists. Pounding away at Laughlin’s head from both sides, Sonny finally draws blood as a cut becomes apparent at the corner of Laughlin’s eye. Drawing back for the final kill shot, Sonny clenches his fist and begins shaking it rapidly. Seeing an opportunity, Bryan reaches up with both hands and grabs ahold of Sonny’s head before pulling it forward and slamming his face into the barricade.

VASSA: “That was quick thinking on Bryan’s part, damn near saved him right there.”

JOHNSON: “Sonny is seeing stars after that up close encounter with the steel.”

Rolling Sonny off of him and down to the floor, Bryan reaches up and grabs the barricade to pull himself up. Scanning the area, Laughlin locks his eyes on members of the ringside crew sitting nearby at ringside. He quickly makes his way over to the before demanding one get up from his seat. As the crew member does, Laughlin reaches down to grab the chair but something catches his attention in the corner of his eye.

MAKE

4 C W

GREAT

AGAIN

Holding a sign high above his head, a man dressed in a red, white, and blue suit stands. The front of his jacket is covered with matching pins that read “#Make4CWGreatAgain.” Extending his arm, the two share a handshake before Bryan pulls his hand back and turns his attention to the chair. Reaching down and picking it up, he folds it closed and then turns his attention back to Sonny, who has pushed himself up to one knee. Taking off from stand still, Bryan charges towards Sonny and leaps into the air, with his feet in front. As he closes in, Bryan positions the chair beneath his feet and kicks his legs straight, slamming the chair against the side of Sonny’s head.

THWACK!!!

Sonny falls over to his side as blood begins to show from a laceration underneath the hair on the side of his head. Sitting up in an upright position, Laughlin turns to the chair beside him, amused at the rather large dent left in the backrest from Sonny’s head. He then crawls over to Sonny and rolls him to his back. as Bryan makes the cover, the official slides in with the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

VASSA: “Sonny manages to kick out before the three!”

JOHNSON: “Oh my, that was a close call but Sonny is still in this thing!”

Pushing himself up from Sonny’s body, Laughlin looks down at him as he stands to his feet. Jumping straight into the air, he then comes down with a double foots stomp to Sonny’s stomach. Stepping down from Sonny’s body, Laughlin then reaches down and pulls him up from the mat. Holding Sonny in place, Laughlin connects with two hammering rights before locking onto Sonny’s wrist and whipping him to the corner of the ring.

JOHNSON: “Oh no, this is going to be bad!”

DDOONNGG!!!

Crashing into the corner of the ring, Sonny’s head slams against the ring post. Wrapping his arms around it, he holds himself up as his legs try to give out from under him. Looking down at his feet, Bryan spots the dent chair and reaches down to pick it up. Holding it with both hands, he then rushes towards Sonny while drawing the chair back over his head. Closing in, Laughlin swings the chair with all of his might, aimed at Sonny’s head.

DDOONNGG!!!

Rolling out of the way, Sonny avoids the brutal blow to the head, leaving nothing but ring post for Bryan to connect with as he comes up short with his swing. The impact of the chair to the ring post stings Laughlin’s hand as he quickly drops the chair to the floor. He then turns to Sonny and swings down towards him, only to catch two feet to the chest as Sonny draws his legs back and kicks him away. Stumbling backwards, Laughlin crashes against the side of the ring, holding himself up with his arms stretched across the apron.

VASSA: “These two have beaten the life out of one another here tonight and it’s really showing now.”

JOHNSON: “They’re both worn down. They’re both out of breath. I don’t know how much longer these two can go before they run out of gas.”

On his back, Sonny instantly does a kip-up to get to his feet. Jumping towards Laughlin and spinning around, Sonny does for a roundhouse kick but doesn’t connect as Laughlin throws an arm up and blocks the attack. Lunging forward, Laughlin connects with a stiff right hand, knocking Sonny back a step. He then reaches out and locks onto Sonny’s wrist. Putting all of his weight behind it, Laughlin throws Sonny towards the ring steps, dropping to both knees as he releases him. Quick on his feet, Sonny jumps up and steps onto the steps, then pushes himself away and turns his body in mid-air and landing on top of the apron. As Laughlin begins to stand, Sonny then leaps towards him, spinning in the air and hitting him in the side of the head as he stands with a five-forty gyro crescent kick.

JOHNSON: “Oh my god!”

VASSA: “Holy-fucking-shit!”

JOHNSON: “The Five-Forty! Sonny just laid out the champ with the Five-Forty!”

Flat on his back, Laughlin’s arms are spread and eyes closed. Pushing himself up to one knee, Sonny surveys the damage as the crowd ignites behind him. Crawling over to Bryan, Sonny then makes the cover as the official races over for the count.

VASSA: “I think this could be it!”

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

JOHNSON: “Sonny has won it ladies and gentlemen! We have a new XTV Champion!”

VASSA: “In just a short time, Sonny has made a big impact here in 4CW, capitalizing on an opportunity for championship gold tonight.”

Standing tall, Sonny overlooks the crowd, victorious in his actions. A member of the ringside crew then races over with the XTV Championship, handing it off to the official. As Sonny continues to overlook the crowd, the official presents him the championship, pulling his attention away from the fans. With the belt in hand, Sonny then raises it above his head as the fans grow even louder. The official then grabs Sonny’s free arm and raises it into the air.

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

POWERS: “Here is your winner and new 4CW XTV Champion, SONNY LLEEEE!!!”

The crowd continues roaring before finally transitioning into a chant.

“Sonny Lee! … Sonny Lee! … Sonny Lee! … Sonny Lee! … Sonny Lee!”

VASSA: “Just listen to the crowd here tonight, Steve.”

JOHNSON: “They’re going crazy after watching this XTV Match between Bryan Laughlin and new champion, Sonny Lee.”

VASSA: “Sonny has made a great impact here in just a short amount of time, it’s unbelievable.”

JOHNSON: “After the news announced earlier tonight, he also knows what’s ahead of him at Ante Up with this Xtreme Roulette announced by Perry and Kaysie.”

VASSA: “I’m very interested to see how this thing unfolds, and more importantly, if Bryan Laughlin take part.”

JOHNSON: “As they stated earlier, there will be a regular match to kick things off, but after that, anyone can go after the championship for the remainder of the night.”

VASSA: “It’s going to be very exciting to watch I’m sure. I’m really looking forward to it.”

JOHNSON: “You and me both, Vinny. I’m also looking forward to our next two matches so we’re going to go backstage momentarily folks. We’ll be right back.”

Sonny Lee emerges through the entrance to the backstage area. He has the XTV Championship over his shoulder and sweat on his brow. He’s immediately confronted by Tony Chu who hands him a towel. Sonny dabs his forehead.

CHU: “I knew you had him! As soon as I saw his hairdo, I knew he had given up!”

LEE: “Regardless, he is a strong opponent and deserves respect..”

CHU: “Don’t tell him that!”

LEE: “Here, I think you are more excited about it, than I..”

Sonny hands off the XTV Championship to Tony Chu as he notices Issac Solo nearby. Tony hoots and hollers as he runs down the hallway with the Championship held up in the air. Issac Solo, out of his OWN match tonight, looking a little, well, grumpy. Which is pretty much normal for him.

SOLO: ”Yo… you see all that trash?”

LEE: “A colorful way to describe my match.”

SOLO: ”Nah, Hell nah… I meant the garbage that the dude you just fought, an’ that knucklehead Jett Wilder been sayin’ all week over goddamn social media…”

Sonny nods slightly a the comment.

LEE: “Ah yes, it seems both Laughlin and Wilder enjoy their social media banter. Mr. Laughlin, in particular, has a knack for the passive aggressive behavior.”

SOLO: ”Well seein’ as both of them clowns think they can talk smack like there ain’t no tomorrow on social media, an’ think there ain’t gonna be consequences from it, let’s show ‘em the error of their ways… NEXT ADRENALINE.”

The two nod, showing they’re both in agreement.

LEE: “This is agreeable. I believe, if management agrees, that this match could be a great opportunity for Mr. Laughlin and Mr. Wilder to stand behind their statements. See how far their words get them.”

SOLO: ”We’ll see about that. All *I* know is, you gonna come at me, they best Come. Correct!”

With that, the two fist bump, in anticipation for a fight on the next episode…

The camera feed, currently taking in shots of the raucous crowd, cuts out to black and white static. The feed blinks – static, crowd, static, then settles on a darkened night time scene. An alleyway, location unknown. Holding the camera, albeit unsteadily, is Rob Hewitt, dressed as we saw him last in scrappy street clothes.

HEWITT: “Is this shit on? Good! 4CW, LISTEN UP!”

Jerking, shaking, he camera moves in on Rob’s face.

HEWITT: “Last week I took out a complete waste of space, Rock ‘n Roll God! Maybe some of you saw it, maybe some of you were on a pissbreak for such a shitty match, maybe some of you flat out don’t care. Whichever of those three options you fall into, it don’t much matter. Rock ‘N Roll God was the first piece of crap that ol’ Rob flushed down the crapper and he’s damned well not gonna be the last.”

Rob’s face is flushed, eyes wide, mouth pulled into a sharp, hard snarl.

HEWITT: “For thirty years I’ve been busting my ass in this business – thirty fuckin’ years! In that time, I seen this business go from ol’ fashioned “wrasslin'” to the crap you see nowadays. Chairs, fire, glass, tables and every other type of fuckin’ weapon these crazy assed promoters can come up with. NONE of this shit belongs in wrestling! We’re killing each other, each and every one of us, for the pleasure of these malicious bastards! And to make shit that much worse, there’s guys in this business now who can’t do shit apart from bludgeon each other half to death! They’ve become fuckin’ FAMOUS for it! Well I say NO FUCKIN’MORE!”

Rob starts walking, briskly and with purpose.

HEWITT: “4CW, I’m putting every piece of crap on notice. I ain’t gonna be around this business much longer and I’ll be DAMNED if I leave it in the state it’s come to! If you think of yourself as a “Hardcore Icon” or a “King of the Death Match”, I am coming for your ass and I am putting you fuckin’ DOWN! I don’t care if you’re a Jason Cashe, a Bryan Laughlin or a Dakota Fucking Smith, ol’ Rob is on a mission to take your ass outta the game and there’s fuck all you can do to stop it.”

He stops dead, eyes narrowed, voice now a quiet, rusty whisper.

HEWITT: “And when I’m done clearing out the bullshit for 4CW, I’m coming for Parry Damned Wallace, the sick fuck who makes these freaks dance for him. I ain’t afraid of you and your bozo’s Perry, there nothin’ you can do to me that ain’t already been done. There’s nothin’ you can throw at me I ain’t already survived. Thirty fuckin’ years people have been beating the ever loving fuck outta me, and I’m still here. Be warned, ALL of you, Rob Hewitt’s comin’ for you…”

With that, the camera drops, jerking to show clips of Rob’s boots, the floor, the walls, before cutting back to static. Again the blinking feed, then the cameras cut back to the crowd.

HEADLINE
ANTE UP QUALIFYING MATCH
LYZA REYES VS. BRIAN HOLLYWOOD VS. JAIR HOPKINS

JOHNSON: “We already have two challengers for Dakota at Ante Up and after this upcoming match we will have our third.”

VASSA: “With the three people set in this match, the winner will be a huge addition to the Sixty Minute Fourway Iron Man Match.”

JOHNSON: “We have two well known names who have been in 4CW for quite some time listed and our third is still fairly new to 4CW, but she is definitely not one to take lightly.”

VASSA: “I’ve been pleased with everything I’ve seen from Lyza since she signed with 4CW. I believe she deserves this opportunity and brings a lot to the table.”

JOHNSON: “She really does, Vinny. She’s quick in the ring and when she strikes she makes it count. Brian Hollywood and Jair Hopkins better be on their toes.”

A black and white video vignette begins rolling on the screens, showing Lyza Reyes dressed as Charlie Chaplin on the moon. There is no dialogue, but simply piano music playing with the pace of the footage.

POWERS: “The following Ante Up Qualifying Match is scheduled for one fall!”

She’s caught in the middle of a tug of war match between a U.S. Spaceman, and a small group of miniature aliens. Before determining which side pulls Lyza once and for all, the venue goes pitch black, and “In Distress” by A$AP Rocky featuring Gesaffelstein begins to play.

“I’m something out this world, nothing like the rest

Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best

Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect

Since it’s so rare so there’s a whole land left in distress.”

POWERS: “Originating from the coordinates of 40.7500° North, and 73.8667° West, it is none other than Lyza Reyes!”

Lyza Reyes walks down the aisle in her gear consisting of a black and gold sequined hoodie, black shorts, and black lace up boots. She tags a few hands of spectators along the way, before entering the ring. The music fades as she does a last second warm up.

JOHNSON: “She looks determined and ready to make a statement tonight.”

VASSA: “She better be because our next wrestler of the night is a veteran in the ring and advanced pretty far in the tournament we had before South Beach Brawl to name a contender for the 4CW Championship.”

JOHNSON: “Brian Hollywood came so close to being the one to challenge Dakota at South Beach Brawl but just couldn’t do it in the end. He’ll look to rectify that tonight with another golden opportunity in front of him.”

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blasts over the PA as the lights in the arena start to dim. A few flashes of light and the sound of thunder can be heard in the background as Brian Hollywood makes his way from the back.

POWERS: “And next!”

The crowd gives off a mixed reaction at his arrival. Hollywood is in his black attire and is wearing his black trench coat as he centers himself on the stage.

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

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

VASSA: “Only weeks ago this man was one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions. It was unfortunate that he wasn’t able to retain the gold but here he is with another chance to put a belt around his waist.”

JOHNSON: “I thought Hollywood was going to win the tournament before South Beach Brawl but he just wasn’t able to. Don’t be surprised if he steals the show tonight and earns himself a ticket to the big match at Ante Up.”

VASSA: “He has his work cut out for him but if anyone can overcome the odds it’s this man.”

The lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds with the intro leading in …

“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. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong.

POWERS: “Our final competitor!”

The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

POWERS: “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.

JOHNSON: “There’s our last piece of this equation, the man who faced off with The Butcher himself at South beach Brawl and lived, Jair Hopkins!”

VASSA: “That match was insane and it’s a miracle that Jair is even standing here tonight after that nasty fall he took on those rocks at the shore at Biscayne Bay.”

JOHNSON: “It was brutal and even though he wasn’t able to defeat Dakota that night, here he is ready to put it all on the line for another dance with the deadly man himself.”

VASSA: “Jair and Hollywood also met in the tournament a few months ago. Jair defeated him to advance before meeting with Drew Stevenson in the finals.”

JOHNSON: “These two are very familiar with each other inside of a 4CW ring. The one they should be on the lookout for is Lyza.”

VASSA: “I have to agree with you there. There’s no doubt that either three of these could give Dakota a run for his money.”

JOHNSON: “You can say that again but only one will get the opportunity.”

VASSA: “Well since we have all three in the ring and ready to go, let’s stop wasting everyone’s time and let them do what they came here to do.”

JOHNSON: “You read my mind, Vinny.”

Standing in the center of the ring, the official awaits to call for the opening bell. He first looks to Lyza who gives him the signal. Then he turns to Hollywood who stands confident giving his signal. Looking last to Jair, the official watches as he bounces back and forth in his corner before pointing in his direction with a confient smile on his face. With all three wrestlers ready, the official then calls for the bell.

DING!!! DING!!!

As the bell echoes throughout the arena, all three remain in their corners, looking back and forth, keeping an eye on each other closely. Seeing that no one is rushing out of their corner to get down to it, the three finally decide to push away from their corners. Approaching each other, the three meet in the center of the ring forming a triangle with their position. Studying each others moves, the three then begin to rotate their movements counterclockwise in unison.

VASSA: “All three seem to be taking the safe approach here.”

JOHNSON: “This is the final qualifying match. After this, there will be no other opportunities to earn a spot in the big match at Ante Up.”

VASSA: “I know, I figured they would come out guns blazing.”

Simultaneously, Hopkins and Lyza turn to look at one another. Seeing an opportunity for a split second, Hollywood lunges forward with both arms spread, going for a double clothesline.

JOHNSON: “Here we go!”

With Hollywood closing in on them, Lyza and Hopkins quickly take notice and duck underneath his arms as they rush over their heads. Popping back up, Hopkins pushes Hollywood in the back, sending him to the nearby ropes. As Hollywood hits the ropes and comes back on the rebound, Lyza and Hopkins lock arms and decapitate him with a double team clothesline.

VASSA: “In the midst of an attack, these two have decided to work together with a common enemy amongst them.”

With Hollywood on his back, Hopkins pulls his arm in, pulling Lyza along with it as she is still attached. With his arm hooked with her, Hopkins lifts Lyza up from her feet and flips her over to the canvas on her back with a hip toss. Hitting the mat, Lyza continuously rolls upward to her feet before darting to the ropes ahead of her. Hitting the ropes and coming back quickly on the rebound, Lyza charges Hopkins who throws a clothesline for her head. Ducking underneath the attack, she continues in stride towards the opposite ropes. Leaping into the air, Lyza plants both feet on the middle rope and springboards off, vaulting herself into the air. Turning her body around, Lyza closes in on Hopkins who also just turns around to face her, wrapping her legs around his head and flipping him across the ring with a headscissors takedown.

JOHNSON: “Great work by Lyza right there!”

VASSA: “After getting dropped with that hip toss from Jair, she kept her movement rolling and was able to use that momentum in her favor to catch Jair by surprise.”

Pushing herself back up to her feet, Lyza gets caught by surprise as Hollywood charges in and drives a running knee to her stomach, forcing her to bend over from the impact as the air escapes her lungs. Grabbing onto her head and keeping it held down, Hollywood raises his other elbow into the air and then slams it onto the back of Lyza’s head, knocking her down to all fours. Locking onto her head with both hands, Hollywood drags her up to her feet and then locks onto her arm before whipping her to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Waiting in place for Lyza to come back on the rebound, Hollywood finally takes off from stand still as she does and charges towards her. Closing in on her in the center of the ring, Hollywood drops his shoulder and goes for a spear.

VASSA: “Brian is going to sack the quarterback!”

JOHNSON: “No!”

Quick on her feet, Lyza leaps straight into the air and flies over Hollywood as he comes up short with the spear attempt before crashing to the canvas. Landing on her feet, Lyza quickly spins around to face Hollywood but as she does, Jair is right there to greet her with a kick to the gut. He then lifts Lyza onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position before falling backwards and dropping her to the canvas with a Samoan drop.

VASSA: “There was simply nothing she could do about that.”

Pushing himself up to one knee, Jair looks across the ring at Hollywood who has finally pulled himself back to his feet with help from the ropes. Popping up, Jair races across the ring and slams a running forearm shot in the back of Hollywood’s head. Falling into the ropes, Hollywood’s arms drape over the top rope, holding himself up as his head hangs over the top rope as well. Turning to the nearby corner, Hopkins rushes over to it and then quickly ascends to the top. Turning to face Hollywood, Hopkins then leaps straight into the air and comes down with a leg drop to the back of Hollywood’s head, pressing his throat down onto the top rope. As Jair falls down to the apron, Hollywood’s head slingshots off the top rope, lifting his feet up from the mat and sending him flying backwards through the air before crashing hard to the mat.

JOHNSON: “Jair isn’t holding anything back tonight with that high risk leg drop right there!”

VASSA: “I have a feeling that we’re only getting started. We’ve seen Jair perform in big matches like this numerous times and he never fails to put on a show with big, high risk moves that not only hurt the opponent, but also hurt him if he comes up short.”

On his back, Hollywood holds his throat, having a difficult time breathing. On the outside, Hopkins pulls himself up to a seated position on the apron. Glancing through the ropes, his eyes widen as he sees Lyza climbing the corner in the distance. With Hollywood down on his back and unaware of where she is, Lyza stands tall at the top of the corner, overlooking the crowd with her back to the ring. She then leaps backwards into the air, doing a backflip and coming down across Hollywood, landing a perfectly executed moonsault.

VASSA: “Hollywood is getting it from all sorts of angles in the ring!”

JOHNSON: “And there goes Lyza for the pin!”

Hooking Hollywood’s leg, Lyza goes for the pin as the official quickly races over to make the count.

ONE

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TW–

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Hollywood breaks up the pin before the official can get a full two count in. Pushing herself up to her knees, Lyza then rolls backwards and pushes herself up to a handstand before rotating and setting her feet down on the mat. Back on the apron, Hopkins stands and patiently waits for an opportune time to strike. Lyza then grabs Hollywood by the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet and once the two are standing side by side, Jair finally decides to make his move. Using the ropes to pull himself up, Jair jumps into the air and plants both feet onto the top rope, using it to launch himself into the air as he springboards off. Closing in on Lyza and Hollywood, Jair stretches his body for a diving crossbody. Catching a glimpse of Jair in the corner of his eye, Hollywood quickly grabs ahold of Lyza and pulls her in front of him before pushing her away towards Hopkins. Saving himself, Hollywood looks on as Jair crashes into Lyza from behind and the two crash hard to the canvas.

VASSA: “Come on Brian, that’s not how you’re supposed to treat a lady!”

JOHNSON: “This is a match to earn a shot at 4CW’s top prize, not the time to be a gentleman.”

VASSA: “And now I see why you don’t get laid, Steve. At first I thought it was because you’re old as hell but turns out you’re just a savage.”

JOHNSON: “They’re opponents, Vinny!”

As Hopkins covers Lyza, Hollywood goes on the attack and begins kicking Hopkins in the back over and over, until finally rolling him off of Lyza. Reaching down and grabbing Lyza, Hollywood lifts her up from the mat and then lifts her up, holding her horizontally before dropping her back to the mat with a side slam. As he pushes himself up, he looks to his left and sees Hopkins getting up as well. Closing in on him, Hollywood hits him with two overhand punches to the top of the head before pulling him up to his feet and spinning him around. Wrapping his arms around Hopkins’ waist, Hollywood then lifts him off his feet and drives him head first into the canvas with a German suplex.

JOHNSON: “Right on top of his head and Hopkins is down!”

Crawling over to Hopkins, Hollywood rolls him over to his back and then makes the cover.

VASSA: “Brian is going for the win!”

As the official slides in with the count, Hollywood looks up with confidence in his cover.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “There’s Lyza with a kick to the back of Hollywood’s head.”

Planting her foot into the back of Hollywood’s head, Lyza knocks him off of Jair and breaks up the cover. Leaving Hopkins alone, Lyza steps over him and then goes to town with a series of rapid fire kicks to Hollywood’s ribs. Pulling him up to his feet, Lyza then kicks him in the stomach, forcing him to lunge over from the blow. Grabbing onto his head with both hands, she then plants his face into the mat with a sit-out facebuster. As she slowly pushes herself back to her feet, Hopkins begins to climb up to his as well, behind her and out of sight. The two then stand and Hopkins sneaks in behind her, grabs onto her shoulder and spins her around instantly. Drawing his hand back, Hopkins hits Lyza across the chest with a backhand chop, followed up by another and even a third. Locking onto her wrist, Hopkins then whips her to the far corner with all of his strength.

VASSA: “So much for friendship.”

JOHNSON: “This is only a match, Vinny. Friends can actively compete against each other in the ring and still be friends outside of it.”

VASSA: “If you say so. The two of them should be double teaming Brian, but that’s none of my business.”

With her arms spread out and draped over the top ropes, Lyza holds herself up in the corner. Locking his eyes on her, Hopkins then takes off and races across the ring, gaining speed with each step. As he closes in, Hopkins leaps into the air and connects with a body splash, squashing Lyza into the corner. Coming down to his feet, Hopkins steps out of the way, leaving an opening for Lyza to stumble forward. Climbing the corner, Hopkins quickly makes his way to the top before Lyza can get too far away. Leaping in her direction, Hopkins flies through the air and wraps his arm around her head, bringing her down and driving her face into the mat with a bulldog.

JOHNSON: “Jair made sure to leave an imprint of Lyza’s face in the ring with that bulldog.”

VASSA: “Downright mean if you ask me. Some friend.”

Rolling Lyza over to her back, Jair then crawls over top of her.

VASSA: “Now it’s Jair’s turn to try and put this thing away.”

As Jair hooks the leg, the official rushes over and drops in beside them for the count.

ONE

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TWO

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Back on his feet, Hollywood races across the ring and leaps forward, coming down on Jair’s back with a double axe-handle, breaking up the pin.

VASSA: “Almost!”

JOHNSON: “I thought we were on the edge of having a winner right there but Brian wasn’t going to let that happen just yet.”

Pushing himself up, Hollywood quickly grabs ahold of Jair and rips him off of Lyza, pulling him up to his feet. Locking onto his wrist, Hollywood then whips him to the far ropes across the ring and quickly takes off behind him, trailing by only a few steps. Just as Hopkins’ back hits the ropes, Brian is right there to drive a knee into his stomach. Keeping Hopkins against the ropes, Hollywood unloads with a series of body punches, pounding him with lefts and rights. Lifting Hopkins up into the air, Hollywood begins to push him over the top rope but Hopkins just won’t let go. Touching down on the apron with his feet, the two remain locked up, Hollywood struggling to maintain control of the situation.

JOHNSON: “Brian thought he was going to toss Jair out of the ring with ease but boy was he wrong.”

VASSA: “While these two are dancing with each other, Lyza is getting back up to her feet on the other side of the ring.”

Pulling his right arm out of the lock up, Hollywood draws back and delivers a fierce punch to the side of Jair’s head. Ripping his arm away, Hopkins draws back and retaliates with a stinging punch of his own. Taking charge before Hollywood can fire back, Hopkins throws two back to back punches, knocking Hollywood backwards a few steps. From across the ring, Lyza then charges towards Hollywood, hidden behind his body where Jair can’t see her. jumping into the air, Lyza plants both feet into Hollywood’s back, hitting him with a dropkick and knocking him towards the ropes. Hollywood then collides into Jair, knocking him down from the apron before flipping up and over the top rope himself. Landing hard on his shoulder on the apron, Hollywood then bounces off and lands on top of Jair laid out on the floor below.

VASSA: “Lyza just created a domino effect right there with that dropkick to the back of Brian.”

JOHNSON: “Now that’s what it means when they say kill two birds with one stone.”

Back on her feet, Lyza takes a short moment to catch her breath as she looks down on the outside where both men have begun climbing to their feet. On the inside of the ring, the official then begins the ten count.

“One! … Two!”

Both men get to one knee on the outside while Lyza remains inside the ring.

“Three! … Four!”

JOHNSON: “We could very well see a double count out right here, which would in fact give Lyza the win.”

“Five!”

VASSA: “They’re both getting to their feet now.”

“Six!”

JOHNSON: “Lyza is up to something!”

Turning her back to Jair and Hollywood on the outside, Lyza takes off towards the ropes on the other side of the ring. Hitting them hard and coming back on the rebound, she then leaps through the top and middle ropes, flying to the outside and wiping out both Jair and Hollywood with a suicide dive.

VASSA: “WWHHOOAA!!!”

JOHNSON: “The Universally Dope is giving the fans exactly what they came here to see!”

Laying on top of both Jair and Hollywood, Lyza has a smile on her face as the cheers from the crowd rain down upon her. Now with a new person on the outside, the official then restarts his ten count.

“One! … Two!”

Pushing herself up from the pile of bodies, Lyza takes a short moment to soak in the love from the electric crowd and roars from the front row.

“Three!”

Reaching down and grabbing Hopkins first, Lyza quickly rolls him back into the ring.

“Four!”

She then turns her attention to Hollywood and delivers a brutal stomp to his midsection, knocking the air right out from his lungs.

“Five!”

VASSA: “Lyza can also be vicious!”

JOHNSON: “The fans love her and after that high risk move, it’s obvious by the reaction she has received.”

“Six!”

Grabbing ahold of Brian’s arm, Lyza pulls him up to his feet and drags him next to the apron.

“Seven!”

Grabbing onto Brian’s head with both hands, she then pulls it back as far as she can before slamming it forward and driving his face onto the apron.

JOHNSON: “Oh my, that’s going make him see stars!”

VASSA: “I told you that she was vicious.”

“Eight!”

Lyza then rolls Hollywood into the ring where Jair stands watching, back on his feet.

“Nine!”

As Jair grabs onto Hollywood and pulls him to his feet, Lyza rolls underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring, breaking the officials ten count.

JOHNSON: “We have everyone back in the ring now.”

VASSA: “This has been a pretty intense match from the start and it’s really showing by their body language.”

Propped up on one knee, Lyza watches as Jair drags Hollywood to the center of the ring. Lifting Hollywood up from his feet, Hopkins throws him back to the mat with a scoop slam, rattling the entire ring. In the blink of an eye, Hopkins spins around to face the other direction. He then jumps into the air and does a backflip while twisting his body, coming down onto Hollywood with a corkscrew moonsault.

VASSA: “Hopkins missed!”

JOHNSON: “Brian managed to move out of the way!”

Seeing that Hollywood escaped that near high impact move from Hopkins and is now getting back to his feet, Lyza pops up and quickly races over to him. Just as Hollywood stands, Lyza leaps into the air and spins around, catching him in the side of the head with a roundhouse. Still on his feet, Hollywood fires back with a breath taking punch to the stomach, dropping Lyza to both knees. Meanwhile, Hopkins begins getting back to his feet but Hollywood takes notices and quickly grabs ahold of him. Pushing Hollywood away, Hopkins creates a little space between the two before stepping forward, swinging, and connecting with a stinging backhand chop across the chest. The two then go back and forth, exchanging hard hits as Lyza looks on from a short distance.

Behind Hopkins, Lyza begins to stand. Hopkins then throws a right hook for Hollywood’s head but doesn’t connect as Hollywood fends it off. Slamming both hands into Hopkins’ chest, Hollywood pushes him away, knocking him into Lyza. Seeing that Hopkins is caught off guard by bumping into Lyza, Hollywood then steps forward before lifting his foot up from the mat and going for Hopkins’ head with a superkick.

JOHNSON: “The Executive Promise!”

VASSA: “OOHHHHHH NNNOOOOOO!!!”

JOHNSON: “Hollywood connects with Lyza instead!”

Ducking underneath Hollywood’s kick and stepping behind him, Hopkins moves out of the way but leaves Lyza behind to take the superkick to the face from Hollywood.

VASSA: “Jair bailed on her!”

JOHNSON: “THEY AREN’T A TEAM AND THIS ISN’T A TAG MATCH!!!”

Looking on in disbelief for a short moment, Hollywood smirks at the sight of Lyza laid out on her back. Jumping up onto the top of the corner, Hopkins quickly turns around to face Hollywood who just continues to survey the damage done to Lyza. Waiting patiently, Hopkins remains on top of the corner as Hollywood slowly begins to turn around. Just as Hollywood faces him, Jair leaps forward from the corner but does a backflip, after making a complete revolution, Jair wraps his arm around Hollywood’s head and pulls it down, driving it into the canvas with a shooting star DDT.

VASSA: “HOLY HELL!!!”

JOHNSON: “HAIL MARY!!!”

JOHNSON: “HOLY HAIL MARY!!!”

With Hollywood and Lyza both laid out, Hopkins rolls Hollywood over to his back as the entire arena erupts with cheers at the sight of the big move. Laying across Hollywood’s body, Hopkins makes the cover while looking a few feet away with concern on his face for Lyza’s wellbeing.

JOHNSON: “I think this might be it.”

Jumping over Lyza’s body, the official drops in beside Hopkins covering Hollywood and begins the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

VASSA: “Hopkins has done it! He’s won the final spot in the Sixty Minute Fourway Ironman Match at Ante Up!”

JOHNSON: “It wasn’t an easy accomplishment but he’s getting another shot at The Butcher along with two others.”

“Fate” hits the speakers as Hopkins slowly rises to his feet. The entire arena is on their feet as the electricity can be felt in the air.

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

Stepping in beside Hopkins, the official then raises his arm into the air as the arena grows even louder with the fans reaction.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”

Hearing his name echo over the roaring crowd, Hopkins rips his arm away from the official and races to the nearest corner, leaping up to the middle rope and holding his arms out to the side, feeling the love from the crowd.

JOHNSON: “Well that’s it ladies and gentlemen, we have out main event for Ante Up!”

VASSA: “Hopkins is a great addition to this already stellar match at Ante Up. In fact, any of there three in the ring right now would have been a great addition.”

JOHNSON: “They sure would, Vinny, but unfortunately only one could move on to Ante Up and the 4CW Championship match.”

VASSA: “I hope you’re watching in the back Jett and CJ, because this match just got kicked up a notch.”

JOHNSON: “Don’t forget about Dakota.”

VASSA: “How could I? We already know The Butcher has his eye on this match. Him and Jair are no stranger to one another and if this match turns out to be anything like South Beach Brawl, we’re in for one hell of a night.”

JOHNSON: “We sure are, Vinny, we sure are. Dakota ran through Iscariot Thirteen earlier tonight but if I know him, he’s toing into this match with a different mindset knowing who all is in this thing.”

Stepping down from the corner, Hopkins looks over his shoulder and spots Lyza just now starting to wake up from the superkick earlier. He then turns his back to the roaring crowd and walks over to her, dropping down to one knee to assist her.

VASSA: “Don’t go trying to kiss up now, buddy. It’s too late for that.”

JOHNSON: “Oh be quiet!”

The camera cuts backstage here inside the Toyota Center here in Houston, Texas. Many different 4CW officials and staff members can be seen making their way through the corridors. The camera focuses in on the office door of 4CW Owner Perry Wallace. Slowly the door opens and out steps one half of the 4CW World Tag Team Champions and the newly crowned HOW ICON Champion Jason P. Davidson already dressed in his ring gear. Beside Jason is one of his personal assistants Brooke McQueen. Jason has a thick envelope in his hands as once again Gabriel Hartman rushes up with his microphone in hand.

HARTMAN: “Earlier tonight I tried to get a comment…”

Gabriel pauses and focuses his attention on the thick envelope filled with money being held in Jason’s hand.

HARTMAN: “It seems like I’m interrupting something.”

Jason hands the envelope over to Brooke and sends her on her way before turning his attention back towards Hartman.

JPD: “What do you want? I have a match to get ready for in a few moments.”

HARTMAN: “Well I was going to ask you about tonight’s main event but now I see you coming out of Perry’s office…”

JPD: “That is nothing you need to concern yourself with. I just met with Perry and discussed some business”

HARTMAN: “While carrying out a large sum of money?”

JPD: “My reward for a job well done.”

HARTMAN: “So basically a pay bump for your efforts at War Games in High Octane Wrestling.”

Jason takes a step towards Hartman and looks down at him menacingly.

JPD: “Just know whatever it is that I did is my business and that I did it well.”

Gabriel nods his head up and down nervously.

HARTMAN: “Earlier you were seen having a heated discussion with both Jett and Tara over the fact you wanted to face the members of The Unstable three on one. I take it you’ve changed you mind about that?”

JPD: “Why? Cause you seen that Jett and Tara had a problem with it. That I’m supposed to be bound by some rules of honor and teamwork just because they want to pick up a win? This is The Unstable we’re talking about here. Three men who don’t give a flying fuck about rules or honor. Ask Darryl Wallace or Harley Reigns about that. “

HARTMAN: “So this is pretty much about getting revenge for War Games?”

JPD: “This is about showing The Unstable that not everyone in 4CW is a scared little bitch. I don’t need help, I don’t need Omérta behind me to stand up to a bunch of things that think they run things around here. At War Games it took twelve HOW stars plus Jason Cashe and ten other EPU members to put me down and even then….even then they didn’t finish the fucking job. So now I get to put on my cape, I get to walk out there throwing Kryptonite punches, and I single handedly bring down those three pussies. Now if you’ll excuse me…it’s time to punch in and go to fucking work.”

Jason pushes past Gabriel and heads towards the gorilla position as we cut to ringside for the start of tonight’s main event.

MAIN EVENT
SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
ASCENDED SUPREMACY & JETT WILDER VS. UNSTABLE

The electricity in the air of the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas is unmistakable! The fans in attendance had been treated to an intense night of wrestling action, and now, it was time for the main event of the evening. As the camera pans across the electric crowd, many hold up signs and scream at the top of their lungs. After a moment, the camera pans back to the center of the ring, where the voice of Mike Powers can begin to be heard.

POWERS: “The following contest is your MAIN EVENT! It is a six person tag team contest, scheduled for ONE FALL!!!!!!!!”

The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing. Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Los Angeles, California accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”

Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself. The lights in the arena go completely black as the crowd begins to stand on their feet. Spotlights shine and circle throughout the crowd as the beginning of “Cut The Cord” by Shinedown begins to blast throughout the arena.

“(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: “Introducing his tag team partners, 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, la la la la)

(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 with the 4CW Tag Team Championships strapped proudly around their waists.

“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 the 4CW Tag Team Champions… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”

Jason and Tara lower their arms and slowly make their way down the ramp towards the ring. Tara slaps away the hands of people that each over and try and touch her as Jason argues with a couple of fans along the way.

“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 while unstrapping the Tag Team Championships from their waists as flashbulbs go off all over the arena. They raise the Tag Team Championships high into the air and continue to mouth out to the crowd confidently. Both husband and wife hop down off the turnbuckle and go to their respective corner as their music dies down.

POWERS: “And the opponents!”

“When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won’t regret when the sun sets

Cause I live my life like I’m a beast

I’m a mothafucking beast”

“Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

Watch me wet and heat shit up like I’m a washer and a dryer

While I beat you in your head until you tire”

“I’m a motherfucking beast”

As the beginning notes of “Beast” begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, “The Distinguished” slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

POWERS: “Introducing their opponents… first, coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing “The Unstable”! He is “THE DISTINGUISHED” CEE JAY OOOOOO… DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”

As O’Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

“I’ma motherfucking beast

I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

“I’m a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

Ain’t no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

That’s how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street”

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.

“I’ma I’ma fuckin’ beast!

I’ma mothafuckin’ beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)

I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

I’m a motherfucking beast!”

The venue’s lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint before the screen cuts to black with white lettering that spells out “Unstable”. The crowd jumps to their feet, a 50/50 split between cheers and boos, as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine’s single You Want a Battle? (Here’s A War).

“We will not take this anymore

These words will never be ignored

You want a battle

HERE’S A WAR!!”

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.

POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”

Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head. The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back, almost sliding out with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.

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

Taking two quick puffs from an “Air Joint”, Cashe throws his arms up above his head briefly, slaps the camera zoomed in on his face and then takes his first real steps towards the ring. Giving a few fans fist bumps, those who have their hands out wanting some love he makes his way down to ringside. He rounds the corner of the ring and jogs the steel stairs, getting up on the ring apron.

Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he balances on the middle rope, leaning against the top rope and once again hits the “Air Joint” before getting hyped up over the upcoming match.

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

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell. As head 4CW official Larry Collins stands in the middle of the two teams, he looks over at Unstable. After a few moments of jabbing his jaws, he turns his attention over to Ascended Supremacy and Jett Wilder. Before he is able to finish admonishing both sides, Unstable quickly charge across the ring launching an attack on their opponents.

DING!!! DING!!!

As Jason quickly begins to land sharp shots to Jason P. Davidson, Chris Madison has pushed Tara Davidson over the middle rope, and down to the arena floor. Madison quickly follows her down to the outside of the ring. CJ has pushed Jett up against the turnbuckle as Luiz and Carmella look on in shock. Cashe quickly removes Davidson from the ring by throwing him over the top rope. Cashe then exits the ring and stands up in his corner. With just O’Donnell and Wilder standing in the ring, the bell rings.

VASSA: “This match has already broken down into absolute chaos, and I love it!”

JOHNSON: “That’s all that you can expect when Unstable is involved. Especially considering the way that Jason Cashe must be feeling here tonight.”

VASSA: “Between the HOW situation, the bus, and the tension between Wilder and O’Donnell, this is going to be a great!”

As the bell sounds, CJ quickly takes hold of Jett’s arm. Pulling him out of the corner with force, he lifts up Jett and sends him down to the mat with a ferocious hip toss. The fiery hip toss leaves Jett on the mat, placing his hand onto his back. Before Jett is able to get back up to his feet, CJ lands a vicious kick to Jett’s head that sends back down to the mat. As Jett lays down on the mat, O’Donnell continues his onslaught. After landing a few fiery stomps to the upper body of Jett, he reaches down and grabs Jett by the neck. After pulling him up, he pushes Jett forward. Then, he takes Jett’s arm and places it over his head before he lifts him up and falls down onto his own back making Jett fall with him with a back drop! CJ quickly covers Jett, as Larry falls down to the mat to make the first fall of the contest.

ONE

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TWO

JOHNSON: “It’s going to take a little more than that to keep the kid down.”

Jett quickly forces his shoulder off of the mat. The camera then pans over to the corner of Ascended Supremacy where Jason looks on with little enthusiasm. However, Tara is showing some signs of cheering for Jett to make it to the corner. When the camera moves back towards the action, CJ has pulled Jett back up to his feet. CJ places Jett’s head under his arm before placing Jett’s arm over his own head. Then, O’Donnell lifts Jett up in a vertical suplex position. Suddenly, Jett begins to show life. As he begins to squirm in the air, Jett is able to manage to shift his momentum back falling from the air to his feet behind CJ. Jett quickly turns around takes hold of CJ’s head. Then, jumping up into the air he drives CJ down face first to the mat with a bulldog! As CJ lays face first on the mat, Jett quickly rolls up to his feet and walks over to his corner. JPD has his hand extended, but Jett quickly goes over and tags in Tara.

JOHNSON: “Why didn’t Jett tag in Jason? Tara was clearly not expecting to get tagged into this match, especially this way!”

VASSA: “Isn’t it obvious? I mean he at least kind of trusts Tara, he doesn’t trust Tara’s Brusband.”

As somewhat shocked Tara enters the ring as Jett exits. He looks over at JPD and they begin to trade insults from across the turnbuckle. Tara quickly runs over to CJ who has started to get back up from his feet. Taking advantage, Tara lands a sharp kick to the stomach of CJ who is now bent over. She quickly steps behind O’Donnell, as she places one leg in front of his. Then, she takes him down face first with a forward Russian leg sweep. The move leaves CJ down on the mat once again. Tara doesn’t initially take advantage of the situation, instead she looks over towards her corner where JPD and Jett have continued to argue. Having enough of the situation, JPD reaches over and pie faces Jett, causing him to fall to the floor.

VASSA: “Here we go, the Wilder Supremacy implosion!”

JOHNSON: “I think the entire world saw this coming! Jett’s ego and JPD’s agitation would him would have to blow up eventually!”

VASSA: “… and that’s why they pay you the big bucks Steve!”

Luiz and Carmella quickly crowd Jett who is in visible shock from the situation. Tara looks over at Jason Parker Davidson in disbelief at what he had just done. While she does this, CJ has made his way back up to his feet. CJ takes advantage blasting Tara behind the head with a fierce clothesline that takes her down to the mat. CJ quickly reaches down and pulls Tara by her legs over to the Unstable corner. CJ quickly reaches up and tags in the Pride Champion, Chris Madison. Madison quickly enters the ring and takes hold of Tara’s hair. Pulling her up from the mat, he quickly leaves Tara in a bent position. Madison quickly places his arm over Tara’s head. He then pulls her arm across her back. Then, he takes her up, throwing her over and onto her back with an impressive hammerlock suplex. As Tara lies back down on the mat, Chris stands up from the mat. Continuing his onslaught, Chris pulls Tara back up to her feet by her long blonde hair. Pulling her forward, he forces Tara to fall against him. Forcefully tugging his hands around her waist, she then throws her up and over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. As Tara is on her back on the mat once more, Madison walks over to her and goes for the cover. Larry Collins is quickly down to the mat to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

Tara throws her shoulder off of the mat. Madison quickly stands up from the mat, and takes hold of Tara’s long blonde locks once more. He pulls Tara into the Unstable corner, placing her back against the turnbuckle. Reaching over, he tags in Jason Cashe for the first time.

VASSA: “Here we go!!”

The unusually kind reception doesn’t phase Cashe as he quickly goes to work on Tara in the corner. Boxing her into the corner, he lifts his right knee up catching her in the gut with it. As she bends over, he takes hold of her blonde hair once again. Pushing her out of the corner, Tara tries to make a beeline for her corner. Before she is able to get far, Cashe takes hold of the back of her hair. Tara slowly turns around to a devilish smirk on the face of Jason Cashe. Tara quickly lands a sharp kick to Jason’s gut. The kick had enough force behind it that he let go of Tara’s long blonde locks. She once again knocks Jason in the gut causing him to bend over slightly. Tara quickly wraps her arm around Jason’s neck, then falls down to the mat. She drops Jason down head first with a forceful snap DDT.

JOHNSON: “What a beautiful move by Tara!”

VASSA: “I personally believe that Tara is the best looking, and probably the best wrestler in Wilder Supremacy!”

JOHNSON: “Would you please stop referring to them as that?”

VASSA: “Why, I find it really catchy!”

As Jason lays on his stomach on the mat, Tara quickly stands back up to her feet. Looking down at a downed Cashe, she quickly begins to stomp on his back. After a few stomps, Jason P. Davidson can be seen extending his hand out for the tag. Tara lays in one more stomp to the back of Jason’s head, she quickly goes over to her corner, tagging in Jason Parker Davidson. As Tara slowly falls out of the ring, JPD bursts into the ring with a fury. With Cashe making his way up to his feet, he is quickly taken back down to the mat with a fiery clothesline from a running JPD. As Cashe falls down to the mat, he quickly pops back up. Within moments, he is taken down once again by another ferocious clothesline.

JOHNSON: “The bad blood from the HOW War Games match is officially spilling over!”

VASSA: “Cashe screwed 4CW and Perry Wallace over, I’m sure Perry wants JPD to rip his head off!”

When Cashe makes his way back up to his feet, he attempts a clothesline of his own. JPD ducks underneath the attempt, and readies for Cashe to turn around. When he does, JPD scoops him up by the legs, and slams him down to the mat with an impressive spine buster. The move which sends shockwaves through Cashe’s body, prompts JPD to mount him. As JPD begins to bring down harsh blows to Cashe’s face. As Larry Collins attempts to admonish JPD, he is forcefully thrown out of the way by JPD’s flailing right arm!

JOHNSON: “JPD just knocked down Larry Collins, that’s grounds for a disqualification!”

VASSA: “This match isn’t going to end in a disqualification. There is not a chance in hell that would happen. With all the bad blood in this match, I wouldn’t be surprised if Larry Collins lets everything fly tonight.”

As Larry falls down to the mat, JPD continues to reign down heavy shots onto the face of Cashe. Suddenly, JPD is taken down from his mounted position by a sharp kick to the face from CJ O’Donnell. JPD falls down to the mat as he holds his head. CJ quickly exits the ring as Cashe is able to make his way back up to his feet. As JPD staggers back up to his vertical base, Cashe brings him back down with a sharp European uppercut to the jaw. With JPD back down on the mat, Cashe drops down executing a leg drop. Cashe then removes his leg from JPD’s neck, and goes for the cover.

ONE

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TWO

JPD kicks out, and Cashe is quickly back onto the offensive. He takes JPD up by the head and pulls him over to the Unstable corner. Then, he quickly puts his head over JPD’s head, and scoops him up quickly. J. Cashe quickly snap suplexes JPD into the turnbuckle. As JPD falls down to the mat, Cashe stands up and quickly tags in CJ O’Donnell. As CJ enters into the ring, JPD starts to make his way back up to his feet. O’Donnell quickly wraps his arms around the waist of Jason Parker Davidson. Taking Jason up, he then brings him over with a gutwrench suplex.

JOHNSON: “That was a beautiful textbook gutwrench suplex from CJ O’Donnell.”

VASSA: “The Distinguished One brings a certain style in the ring, and that’s something this match has lacked. He’s definitely showing why he’s one to watch at Ante Up. I guarantee you everything he does tonight is a message to Jett Wilder!”

As CJ quickly stands back up to his feet, he awaits Jason. He quickly steps behind JPD and wraps his arms around his waist. As he does this, he tries to lift Davidson up for the Distinguished Plex. Jason blocks this attempt, and is quickly able to release CJ’s grip. He then spins behind CJ and wraps his leg around CJ’s. Then he reaches over and falls back to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. With both men down on the mat, Jason begins to slowly crawl over to his corner. When he makes it close enough, he quickly stands up and taps the shoulder of a seemingly reluctant Jett Wilder. As Jett looks on with reluctance, CJ has made his way back up to his feet.

VASSA: “Oh, it’s about to go down!”

JOHNSON: “Jett Wilder’s worst nightmare is about to happen. He’s going to have to face off with CJ O’Donnell.”

VASSA: “Hey, Jett definitely isn’t cared, just a little reluctant!”

Jett continues to stand on the apron as Davidson has made his way out to the apron. As both partners begin to argue, CJ walks over and takes hold of both of their heads. He pulls them apart, then quickly brings them together causing the partners to head butt each other. As JPD falls down onto the apron, CJ reaches over and hooks Wilder’s arm. Pulling forcefully, he hip tosses Jett into the ring, causing him to fall flat on his butt. Jett quickly pops up to his feet, but is quickly taken up and down to the mat with a snap suplex from CJ. CJ gets up from the mat, and pulls up Wilder by the arm. As Jett makes his way back up to his feet, CJ attempts another suplex. Before he is able to get Jett up for the suplex, Jett uses his right leg to block the attempt. Jett quickly unwraps his leg and knees CJ in the gut. As CJ bends over, Jett is able to wrap his arm around CJ’s neck. Then, he jumps up and swings his weight around before fall backwards, taking CJ down with a tornado DDT! With both Wilder and O’Donnell on the mat, Jett quickly rolls over and shoots the half. Collins quickly falls to the mat to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

CJ quickly forces his shoulder off of the mat. As Jett looks on in seeming disbelief, he stands back up to his feet. He then bends over and awaits for O’Donnell making his way back up to his feet. Once he does, Jett runs towards CJ and begins to transition into the gitcha’. Suddenly, CJ steps out of the way. As Jett finishes the bicycle kick without connecting, CJ quickly takes hold of Jett from behind. Lifting him up with force, he pulls Jett over and slams him on the back of his head with the German suplex known as the “Distinguished Plex”

JOHNSON: “What a beautiful German Suplex!”

VASSA: ”Welp, Jett’s dead. He had a damn good run I’d say.”

The force of the German Suplex sends Jett rolling over towards his corner. Tara quickly reaches forward and taps Jett on the shoulder. The unusual tag lets Tara enter the ring as CJ begins to get up from the mat. Before he is able to fully make it back up to his feet, Tara runs over landing a vicious shining wizard to side of CJ’s head! As CJ falls down to the mat, Tara looks across the ring at Madison and Cashe. She quickly runs over to the corner and lands a clubbing blow to the face of Jason Cashe. Before she is able to do the same to Chris Madison, he grabs her by the hair. As he turns her around and pulls her against the ropes holding her arms. Before CJ is able to get up from the mat, JPD quickly runs into the ring. Instead of going to save Tara from Madison, he makes a beeline for Cashe. Dropping his shoulder, he spears Cashe off of the apron, sending himself out of the ring as well. With both men down on the arena floor, CJ walks over to Tara who is struggling to free herself from Madison. As CJ wraps his right hand around the neck of Tara, she continues to struggle.

JOHNSON: “Come on, this is completely unnecessary!”

VASSA: “Hey, Tara is a big girl. She can definitely handle this!”

Before CJ is able to do anything to Tara, Jett jumps onto the back of CJ O’Donnell. CJ is forced to get go of Tara’s neck, as Jett continues to hold onto the sleeper hold on the neck. Madison quickly lets go of Tara simply to enter the ring. He takes her by the arm, before placing that arm under her own. Then, standing at her side, he picks her up onto her shoulder. As he holds her onto his shoulder, Jett notices and quickly jumps off of the back of CJ. Quickly, he pulls on the leg of Tara, taking her down from the grasps of Chris Madison. As Tara falls down to the mat, CJ blasts Jett in the back. As Jett falls down to the mat, he doesn’t have time to regain his composure. CJ takes him by the pants, and pulls him up to his feet. Then, he throws him forward sending him through the middle rope to the arena floor where Cashe and Davidson are still throwing blows back and forth. Madison then exits the ring and lands a sharp kick to the back of Jett. In the ring, CJ has taken Tara by the hair. As he walks her to the center of the ring, Tara lands a sharp elbow to CJ’s gut. When O’Donnell lets go of her hair, Tara quickly runs towards the ropes. As she rebounds, she grabs onto CJ’s head as she takes him down to the mat with a spinning neck breaker.

VASSA: “I told you she could handle herself!”

JOHNSON: “I had no doubt that she could, but there was no need for the double teaming!”

On the outside of the ring, Jett has made his way behind Luis and Carmella as Madison tries to go after him. On the opposite side of the ring, JPD and Cashe are still going blow for blow with each other. With each shot that JPD lands on Cashe, Cashe staggers back. The two continue to brawl so much, that they end up near the announcer’s booth. Cashe blocks a shot from JPD, then goes for one of his own. JPD blocks that shot and lands a vicious punch to the face of Jason Cashe. Cashe falls down to the arnea floor, and JPD turns his attention towards the ring for a moment. When JPD turns back, Cashe lands a vicious European Uppercut that sends JPD against the announcers table. Cashe then reaches over to the side of the announcer’s booth, and grabs a steel chair. Folding it over, Cashe wields the chair. Swinging wildly, Jason goes for JPD, but misses. The wild chair goes over JPD and lands squarely on the head of Steve Johnson.

CCRRAACCKK!!!

As the fans “ooh” in shock, Johnson falls out of his ringside chair to the arena floor.

VASSA: “OH MY GOD, STEVE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!”

Suddenly, the other 4CW officials come down to ringside and begin to break up the brawl. Though it takes a few moments, eventually Davidson makes his way back towards his corner, and Madison and Cashe are back on the apron.

VASSA: “What am I supposed to do? I’ve never called a match by myself! Steve, get your ass back up!”

As Tara makes her way back up to her feet, she runs towards the ropes to land a move on O’Donnell. Before she is able to rebound of them, Jason Cashe reaches over and pulls Tara by the hair, causing her to fall to the mat. As CJ stands up from the mat, he goes over and tags in Jason Cashe once again. As Cashe enters the ring, he quickly lands a harsh stomp to Tara’s right kneecap. As she lets out a scream, he does the same to the left. As JPD looks on at this, he then looks at Jett who is still located with Luis and Carmella. Shaking his head at this, JPD jumps off the apron and begins to argue with Jett Wilder. Back inside of the ring, Jason has lift Tara up to her feet. He wraps his arms around her waist before lifting her up, and dropping her down to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex.

VASSA: “That was one hell of a belly to belly. Now, seriously Steve, get up!”

As Tara lays on the mat, Jason Cashe stands up from the mat. He goes over to the turnbuckle with his back facing it. He climbs up to the second rope and jumps off with his elbow extended out. Before he is able to make contact with Tara, she moves out of the way sending him down to the mat with his elbow hitting it. Back on the outside of the ring, JPD and Jett have finished arguing as he gets back on the apron. With Jett still chattering with Carmella, Tara begins to crawl towards her husband. Suddenly, she reaches out and tags in JPD! As he enters the ring, he runs over and knocks Cashe down to the mat with a clothesline. Cashe quickly stands up from the mat and is knocked down by another clothesline. Suddenly, CJ enters the ring, and runs over only to be knocked down by a clothesline of his own. As Madison enters the ring, he rushed by JPD who takes him down with a clothesline. When Cashe makes his way back up, Davidson picks him and slams him down with a scoop slam. Turning his attention to CJ, Davidson runs over and wraps his arm around his neck. He then swings him and takes him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Davidson quickly stands up from the mat as Madison runs towards him. Then, Davidson quickly wraps his arms around Madison and lifts him up before bringing him down on his neck with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

VASSA: “JPD is on fire!!!! Steve, you’re really missing out on a great match, come on!”

When Jason Parker Davidson stands up from the mat, he is shocked by a vicious back of the head lariat from Jason Cashe. As JPD falls down to the mat, Cashe looks over at Tara who has finally started to make her way up to her feet on the other side of the ring. He walks over to her, and pulls her towards the center of the ring by the blonde locks. As Cashe begins to pull her up to her feet, She quickly grabs onto his head and jumps down onto her knees, taking him down with a neckbreaker! As Tara stands back up from the mat, she runs over to CJ and Madison who have both began to get up to their feet. As she attempts to land a cross body onto the two men, they catch her. As Madison and CJ walk backwards, they stop near the ropes. With Tara squirming in an attempt to get down, both men throw her up, sending her over the top rope and straight down to the arena floor on her back!

VASSA: ”Oh my god, I think they just broke Tara. Unfortunately, they didn’t break her in a good way. If Steve were here, he would say something about me being out of line, but he’s out!”

As Tara lays flat on her back on the Unstable side of the ring, CJ and Chris exit the ring. JPD has started to make his way back up to her feet, and Cashe quickly tags in the undefeated Chris Madison. As Madison enters the ring, he quickly grabs a hold of JPD’s arm. He quickly puts Davidson in a full nelson, before lifting him and slamming him down with a full nelson suplex. As JPD lands onto his back, Madison quickly stands up from the mat. As he looks over at Jett Wilder who has made his way back up on the apron, Jett quickly jumps back down to the arena floor. He goes over to Carmella and begins to converse with her once more. When Madison turns his attention back towards JPD, he has started to make his way back to his feet. Madison begins to pull him up, JPD takes hold of Madison’s arm. He them pulls him to the point in which he is bent over, then JPD switches position to where he picks Madison up back to back, then he drops down causing Madison to fall down on the back of his neck with the twisted reality!

VASSA: “TWISTED REALITY!!!!”

As both men are laying on the mat, JPD begins to crawl over to his corner. With Tara still out on the outside, JPD is making a direct line for Jett Wilder. As JPD makes it to his corner, Jett is nowhere to be found. Visibly angered by this, he uses the ropes to make his way back up to his feet. Looking down at Jett, he begins to scream obscenities at him. Jett looks over with a smirk as he backs up against the barricades. JPD looks on with shock, but is quickly taken by Chris Madison! Chris traps one arm of Davidson, as he holds him in a sleeper hold. JPD’s other arm lets go of the top rope, as he is visibly fading. Then, Madison pulls him up and over with a sleeper suplex! As JPD is seemingly out on the mat, Jason Cashe begins to motion to Madison for the tag. When Madison begins to walk over to his corner, “Bring on the Rain” by Upon a Burning Body begins to play. With shock on his face, Jason Cashe looks over towards the entrance way as fans erupt in cheers. The camera moves over to the stage where Cyrus Riddle stands with a smirk on his face… and a gas can in his hand.

VASSA: “Oh my god, it’s Riddle. Riddle has a gas can! Does that mean he torched the bus? Is he stupid? You don’t mess with Mr. Cashe, especially not in Texas!”

Jason quickly jumps down from the apron, and begins to make his way up towards the stage where Cyrus has already disappeared. Back in the ring Madison looks over at CJ in disbelief. When Madison turns around, he is blasted by Jason Parker Davidson with a stellar big boot. The shot sends Madison down to the mat, and Jason running towards CJ. An roaring elbow knocks CJ down to the ring apron, leaving JPD awaiting Madison’s returning to his feet. On the outside of the ring, Jett Wilder has begun walking around ringside signing pieces of merchandise for the fans at ringside. Suddenly a fan pulls down her top slightly so part of breast is exposed. As Jett goes to sign it, Carmella quickly takes his hand. She then begins to admonish him to get him back up onto the apron.

VASSA: ”That’s right mama, get on Jett!”

Back in the ring, Madison begins to stand up from the mat. JPD runs over and takes hold of his head before falling to the mat with a bulldog! As Madison rolls over to his stomach, Jason quickly goes over to his corner and climbs up to the top. Looking down at Chris, he jumps off attempting his shooting star press known as the Awakening. He lands the move, falling square on the stomach of Chris Madison. He stays on top of the undefeated Pride champion for the cover. Larry Collins falls down to the mat and begins to count.

ONE

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TWO

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THR–

Suddenly, CJ O’Donnell makes the save. He lands an elbow to the side of JPD’s head causing him to fall off of Chris. As CJ stands up from the mat, he attempts to pull Jason up to his feet. Suddenly, Jett slides into the ring and grabs CJ by the shoulder. He turns him around and kicks him in the gut. Then, he runs towards the ropes and rebounds with his right arm extended. As he goes for the Wildin Out, CJ ducks under the arm. When Jett turns around, he gets a stiff kick to the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees. CJ runs towards the ropes, and rebounds as Jett has started to get up to his feet. Suddenly, CJ lands the Irish Knowledge knee lift to the side of Wilder’s face. The knee sends Jett down to the mat, and rolling out of the ring.

VASSA: “IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!!!!”

As CJ looks down at Jett’s body which has been crowded by Carmella and Luis on the outside of the ring, he scoff. Then, he turns around to a kick to the knee from Jason Parker Davidson. O’Donnell’s knee buckles, sending him down to the mat. JPD backs up as CJ slowly starts to get up from the mat, Jason runs back towards him. Jumping into the air, Jason lands his right bottom boot sending O’Donnell down to the mat with the “Bow to the King!” As CJ lays down on the mat, Jason doesn’t have time to celebrate as Chris Madison blasts JPD in the back. As Jason falls to his knees, Chris quickly pulls him back up. As Chris attempts to set up the “End Game”, JPD fights back, he spins out of the grasp, and quickly lands a sharp boot to the stomach of Chris Madison. JPD runs towards the ropes near his corner, where Jett has made his way back to his feet. Jett quickly slaps the back of JPD tagging himself into the match once more. As Jason quickly grabs Madison’s neck, pulling him down and dropping to the mat with a DDT. As Madison crawls onto his back, Jett stands up on the top turnbuckle. JPD looks up and is in shock of Jett. With the two partners arguing amongst each other, O’Donnell sneaks back into the ring. He stands behind JPD and pushes him forward aggressively. The push sends Jason into the ropes, sending Jett down in a seated position on the top rung of the turnbuckle! CJ then throws Jason out of the ring, down to the arena floor. Jett falls down from the turnbuckle, back into the ring. As CJ exits the ring and begins to beat down Jason, Chris quickly picks up Jett. Turning Wilder around, Madison bends over and places Jett onto his shoulders. Then grabbing Jett’s arms in a crossed-trap position, Madison falls back causing Wilder to land on the back of his neck with the End Game! Larry Collins quickly falls down to the mat to make the count.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!!!

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

As Madison lets go of Jett, he stands up to his feet as “Blackened” by Metallica begins to play. CJ O’Donnell then enters the ring, and goes over to Madison. Larry Collins walks between them and raises their hands in the air as Mike Powers’ voice can be heard.

POWERS: “Here are your winners; Jason Cashe, CJ O’Donnell, and the 4CW Pride Champion Chris Madison, UNSTABLE!!!!!!!!”

As Chris Madison and CJ O’Donnell stand in the center of the ring triumphantly, the camera moves over to the ringside area where EMT personnel are checking on a seemingly unconscious Steve Johnson.

VASSA: “What a night this has been. A win for Unstable, and we have our official main event for Ante Up. Now, we hope to have updates for you all on the condition of my broadcast colleague, Steve Johnson. Other than that, I can’t carry on a conversation with myself. With that being said, we’ll see you in two weeks from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado. Good night everyone!”

Cutting back to the ring, Madison and CJ slowly walk along the edge of the ropes, overlooking the crowd. Each man walks with confidence in their steps, after a long battle ending in a victory for them tonight. “Blackened” continues play over the arena, deafening the electric crowd watching every movement in the ring. Our show then slowly comes to an end as the pictures fades to black and the poster for Ante Up appears.