Our scene opens to a shot of the 4CW ring from the depths of the electric Denver crowd at the Pepsi Center. The building is packed and the noise level is through the roof as the fans wait impatiently for the start of our event. “Dot Your Eyes” continues playing throughout the building as the camera angle changes to a shot from inside of the ring. Overlooking the crowd, the camera pans from one end of the building to the other, stopping along the way to zoom in on various signs held by the fans.

Focusing in on the announcers booth, the camera zooms in as we see Vinny Vassa sitting alongside an unfamiliar face filling in for the absent Steve Johnson. The two talk amongst themselves as the fans roar behind them, waving towards the camera, thirsty for attention. Turning to the ring, Vassa locks his eyes on the camera before giving a slow nod. The angle then changes to a clear shot up close and person from the booth as Vassa takes leads and kicks things off.
VASSA: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to 4CW Adrenaline! I’m running things tonight, the host with the most, Vinny Vassa!”
Looking down at the stack of papers in front of him, Vassa thinks to himself for a short moment before cutting his eyes back to the camera.
VASSA: “As you all saw two weeks ago, Steve took a blow to the head by the hands of Jason Cashe and a steel chair. He’s unable to join us here tonight as he’s been experiencing concussion symptoms ever since, but boy do we have a great show planned for you all tonight!”
Waiting impatiently, the man beside Vassa delivers a quick elbow to Vassa’s arm, immediately grabbing his attention.
VASSA: “Oh excuse me, where are my manners? Folks, with the absence of Steve from the booth, apparently the powers that be don’t have faith in my abilities to ride solo here at ringside. For the time being, we have a fill-in here in Steve’s absence, and that man is no other than Adrian Caswell.”
With a cocky grin on his face, Caswell looks directly into the camera before addressing the fans listening.
CASWELL: “Thank you for the warm welcome, Vinny. It’s your pleasure, as well as those watching, to have my presence here at ringside for 4CW.”
VASSA: “You seem a bit full of yourself, Adrian.”
CASWELL: “Maybe I am, or maybe I’m the best thing to happen to the 4CW commentary team. I’ll let you all decide by the end of the night.”
VASSA: “I can already tell that this is going to be a delight! Get well soon, Steve! I hope you’re watching from home.”
CASWELL: “Let’s take a moment to look at the facts, Vinny. I am the greatest voice to have calling any match, in any promotion.”
VASSA: “Well I don’t know if you’ve heard but I am the voice of 4CW!”
CASWELL: “Being a loud mouth and being the voice of a company are two different things, Vin.”
VASSA: “Hold on a damn minu–“
Holding his hand up, Adrian cuts off Vassa mid-sentence.
CASWELL: “You hold on a damn minute! If I wasn’t as good as I claim to be, then why did your bosses, Kaysie Sherell and Perry Wallace, reach out to me to fill this position with urgency?”
VASSA: “Desperate times call for desperate measures and honestly, you are only needed to fill a temporary void.”
CASWELL: “Call it however you will, but the truth remains the same. Your bosses reached out to me, I dib’t reach out to them. If I were you, I’d be careful because by the time Steve returns, if he returns, I could very well take your job right out from under you.”
Turning his full attention to Vinny, Caswell looks him in the eyes while holding his hand up, shaking his index finger back and forth.
CASWELL: “Stick a sock in it, Vin. You’ve done nothing but waste precious time and delay the show. We haven’t even had a chance to run down the card for tonight, or events that transpired after our last show.”
VASSA: “I don’t know if you noticed or not but that’s what I was trying to do before you started stroking your ego here at the booth.”
CASWELL: “Point the finger at someone else, it seems to be the ‘norm’ with you. Unfortunately, we have to cut backstage momentaril so we can get on with our regular scheduled programming.”
VASSA: “You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?”
CASWELL: “I’m just the man that’s going to make things better here at the booth. Don’t get it twisted!”
VASSA: “Whatever!”
Looking to the camera, Vassa wipes the sweat from his forehead before grabbing his bearby glass and taking a drink of the brown liquid contents.
VASSA: “Folks, we’re going to go backstage for a short moment before returning here at ringside for our opening contest. Hopefully by then, someone will check their ego at the door.”
CASWELL: “Let me know how that goes, Vinny.”

The scene cuts backstage to the lobby area of the Pepsi Arena where we find a massive group of people surrounding a small platform with a podium in the center of it. Behind the platform, a huge American flag hangs down from the ceiling, waving as a gentle wind blows against it from a small cluster of fans behind it. On each side of the American flag, two more banners hang, black background with the Adrenaline and 4 Corners Wrestling logos and the words ‘I’m With Them’ written in bold font.
The setup is similar to that of a press conference, reporters standing by with their recorders and cameramen with their devices fixated on the lonesome podium. A soft guitar is then heard playing throughout the lobby as the opening to “Proud To Be An American” is recognized when a voice fills the air.

”If tomorrow all the things were gone,
I’d worked for all my life.
And I had to start again,
with just my children and my wife.”

The crowd quickly turn their attention to the right of the flag and banners as 4CW Owner, Perry Wallace, and Executive Assistant, Kaysie Sherell appear standing side by side with their arms locked with one another. Wearing a blue custom tailored suit with a white shirt and red tie underneath, Perry stands proudly beside Kaysie who sports a pantsuit that resembles something out of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s closet.
Holding up their free hands, the two wave to the media surrounding the platform as bright lights flash from the cameras. Turning to each other with smiles on their faces, they nod simultaneously before turning their attention back to the platform and slowly approaching it. Leading the way, Kaysie steps onto the platform first as Perry holds her hand, assisting her with the climb. Following behind, Perry steps onto the platform and the two then make their way to the podium, overlooking the crowd in attendance.
Holding his hand over the microphone, Perry looks to Kaysie as the two converse quietly for a short moment. Perry then removes his hand from the microphone and and places it along with his other onto the podium. Standing beside him, Kaysie looks on with support for Perry as he begins to address the crowd.

WALLACE: ”My fellow Americans, I would like to take this moment to welcome you all to the Pepsi Center here in Denver, Colorado. It is a pleasure to have you all in attendance tonight as we prepare for another eventful night of 4CW Adrenaline. As you all know, I am Perry Wallace, Owner of Four Corners Wrestling. I stand here tonight with joy and gratitude in my heart. Not too long ago I wasn’t even a blip on the radar, but over time, I have grown to be the man that I am before you all today. With a little love, some caring and nurturing, I am proud to say that the efforts that I have put in have paid off tremendously. It’s not everyday that you see someone like myself build a solid foundation to something great like I have in my heart right now, something great that you all come to see each and every moment you get the opportunity. It first started off as a dream, a long shot if you will, but I stand before each and every one of you a man happy with what he has accomplished.”
Perry then turns his head to Kaysie who looks on, slowly nodding her head in agreement, as he places his hand over hers.
WALLACE: ”You made this possible. You took a chance on me and I haven’t let you down yet. It’s because of you Kaysie, that I am this changed man standing in front of all these reporters here tonight.”
Her eyes appear a bit watery as the joy overtakes her. Turning his attention back to the crowd, Perry leans in towards the microphone.
WALLACE: ”It’s because of this woman up here, standing beside me as my partner, that I am able to oversee 4CW with the confidence that I have today. The two of us work side by side, night and day, pouring our hearts into 4CW and Adrenaline. The passion that we have for one another doesn’t stop with us, it exceeds us as we share the same passion for 4CW. I can’t do this alone and I wouldn’t have anyone else by my side other than her. With that said, I’d like to give the floor to Kaysie Wa–Sherell. We have a vision in making 4CW greater than it already is and together, that dream will only become a reality as we head into the ‘I’m With Them’ era. That’s why we’re all here, right? We all want to see 4CW grow even larger than it is today.”
With a gracious smile on her face, Kaysie steps forward and begins to address the masses.
SHERELL: ”’I’m With Them’ is bigger than Perry and I. We are building a better future for all individuals who want the opportunity in 4CW. 4 Corners Wrestling has been a revolutionary force in the wrestling world, and I don’t want that to stop anytime soon. That is why we have done what we have done. While there are some members of the Adrenaline roster who believe otherwise, we are doing this for the betterment of all. The vision that we share will take this company to new heights. 4CW has come a long way from the Paramount Theater, and I don’t plan on looking back towards those days. Yes, I understand that many people long for the days of Roxi Johnson, and Manny Romero, but those days are long gone. It’s now the time of the likes of Ascended Supremacy, Keith Daniels, Carter Laughlin, Kaiden Hawke, and the list goes on. It’s time that we move forward, because that’s what we should all want.”
Watching Kaysie and nodding in agreement, Perry adjusts his tie for a short moment before leaning forward towards the microphone.
WALLACE: “By moving forward, we don’t mean forgetting the one’s who are still here, who have been with 4CW all this time. Your contributions to this company will never be forgotten. What we mean is this. We stand before you all right now, ushering a new era of talent to the ranks of 4CW. As Kaysie said just moments ago, we don’t want to see the growth of 4CW stop anytime soon. Hell, we don’t want to see its growth slow down any. 4CW has forever been evolving, it has constantly been growing from the time that we first stepped foot in this great state of Colorado when we held our third event. Times have changed drastically since then. The crowds are bigger. The venues are larger. The entire fanbase dwarfs what we once had. This vision that Kaysie and I share, will take 4CW to new heights, expanding its horizons, and securing a future for this great product that we have to offer.”
Kaysie nods in agreement. She looks at Perry for a moment before she begins to speak again.
SHERELL: ”That will begin at Ante Up. We are going to reach a brand new level. In fact, you should all realize that if you’re not with ‘them’, you’re against them. Trust me when I say, you don’t want to be against them.”
WALLACE: “Speaking of Ante Up, let me ask you a question Kaysie. Just last week when we ventured into Canada to attend the last Uprising, we showed our cards for what we have in store for Adrenaline at Ante Up. Now we may have an ace up our sleeve that has yet to be announced, but have you heard of anything from our friends in the north that would give any sort of implications as to why Adrenaline won’t be the dominating brand at Ante Up?”
Kaysie flicks her hair over her shoulder, before she looks straight into the camera.
SHERELL: ”’Well, I don’t believe that we’ll be having an orgy with the general manager, so no. Sorry we’re not going to be on Cinemax, this will be a wrestling pay-per-view. We will have some of the most anticipated matches in 4CW history, and they’ll have… something.”
Pulling his hand away from the podium, Perry rubs his chin momentarily before responding to Kaysie’s statement.
WALLACE: “What exactly is that something? That’s what I want to know. That’s what you want to know. I’m pretty confident in saying that I believe that’s what the entire fanbase of 4CW wants to know. We went over the list a week ago. We have the big fourway sixty minute iron man match featuring the 4CW Championship. We have the undefeated Chris Madison defending the Pride Championship against Erron Wilder. Just last week we announced the Xtreme Roulette that will take place from the start of Ante Up and last until the starting bell of the main event. Let’s not forget about the High Rollers match we have on the books between two ladies who are just dying to rip each other apart. The only concrete thing that we have Uprising involved in is the Tag Team Championship match against Ascended Supremacy, and we both know those belts are staying with Adrenaline.”
SHERELL: ”That is because Ascended Supremacy is the best team in all of wrestling! They are backed with the complete endorsement of the ‘I’m With Them’ era, and that’s the truth. Don’t worry, there are a few of you Uprising talents that I hope to see in Vegas. In fact, the office of IWT is always open!”
Nodding his head as he rubs his chin, Perry then shrugs his shoulders before leaning into the microphone again.
WALLACE: “Or… It just so happens that Uprising will be held south of the Canadian border. Yes folks, you heard right. Uprising will be held in Tacoma, Washington in just under a week. The King and Queen have already made their presence felt outside of this great country to attend an Uprising event. Kaysie, would it be like us to not attend a 4CW event that is held right here in our backyard?”
SHERELL: ”Absolutely not, we shall be there with bells and bagged milk aplenty!”
Laughing silently, Perry turns his attention to Kaysie who looks over the crowd with a smirk on her face.
WALLACE: “The bagged milk in Canada last week seemed to go over well if I do say so myself. I don’t know if it will quite get the same reaction in this great country of ours. Me personally, I prefer my milk in a carton.”
Kaysie places her hands on Perry’s shoulder before she speaks once more.
SHERELL: ”I prefer my milk in a carton as well, just like the American majority. Now, I think I have said it all. The last thing I have to add is, ‘Murica!”
WALLACE: “You said it best. So folks, before we leave the podium and get on with Adrenaline, the 4CW event you all look forward to seeing, we leave you with this. Ante Up is less than a month away. You all have seen our cards as they’ve all been put on the table. What the competition has in a mystery. We don’t have anything to hide. The matches we have on the books will not be a surprise because there is no reason to keep them a secret. What you see is what you get and at Ante Up, you’re going to see why Adrenaline is in fact the dominant brand in 4CW. So after we leave this press conference and get on with the show, I want each and every one of you to remember these three words. I want you all to live by these words because I promise you that the two of us will not fail you. The future is bright not only for the two of us, but for this company as well.”
Turning to Kaysie once more, places his hand over hers on the podium before continuing.
WALLACE: “I’m with who?”
SHERELL: ”THEM! Happy belated birthday, America!”
With “Proud To Be An American” playing once more, Kaysie and Perry embrace in a loving hug as the scene begins to slowly fade out to a short pre-recording.

The cameras cut to an outdoor setting. The sun has crawled behind the horizon and only the amber of the sky and the dull white light of the moon illuminates the scene. The cameras turn to focus on Tony Chu who is dressed to the nines in Brooks Brothers, looking adorable with his King crown still stuck atop his head. He smiles for the camera as the fans in the arena cheer on the loveable little goofball.
CHU: “Hi there. You know me. I’m King Chu. Mostly because I can’t get this crown off of my head. No biggie. In fact. I’d call it a ‘smallie.’ What’s important tonight is the XTV Championship.”
Sonny Lee steps into view, beside Mr. Chu. He has the XTV Championship slung over his shoulder. He’s wearing a cocky smirk on his face. He exudes the same confidence reflected in the stars up above.
CHU: “Our brave leader, Mr. Perry Wallace, and the lovely Kaysie Sherell have seen fit to create a new opportunity for those who wish to become the next XTV Champion. It is the Xtreme Roulette match. This is a very exciting match, one fit for a king, wouldn’t you say? Well, it’s a good thing I’m not competing, because I would have to run for my life from some of the talented competitors in Four Corners Wrestling. My Client, Sonny Lee, however, does not share the same consideration.”
In the background, just above Tony and Sonny, a shooting star arcs across the sky.
CHU: “Jace Savage, Bryan Laughlin, Iscariot Thirteen, and that jumbo Dirty South all have the same thing in common. They’re not challenging. They were great opponents for Mr. Lee, don’t misunderstand, but Sonny needs competition. All of the competition. I suggest come time for Ante Up that those of you who think you can compete with the XTV Champion, step up. Bring your “A Game” and see if you can challenge Sonny Lee for this prestigeous Championship.”
The camera pans over to focus on Sonny Lee while Tony Chu attempts to get the crown unstuck from his head. Sonny adjusts the XTV Championship over his shoulder.
LEE: “I am well aware of Mr. Laughlin’s intentions on avoiding the Xtreme Roulette match. He is defeated and has turned into a man who apologizes for the things he has said and the things he has done. This is not the man I faced for this Championship. I was under the impression that he intended on ‘making four cw great again’ yet he has dropped this cause in favor of cowardice. I welcome any and all opponents, but I speak specifically to Mr. Laughlin.”
Sonny pulls the XTV Championship off of his shoulder and holds it up to the camera. It overtakes the view and all you can hear are his words…
LEE: “I have what you believe still belongs to you. Admit that to yourself and come face me at Ante Up. The only way you will make anything better, is to first, better yourself. Come out of hiding and claim your destiny.”
With that statement made, the scene fades to…


POWERS: “The following 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 forty pounds! He is the man known as ‘Violence’, MADDOX LLUUCCIIEENN!!!”
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.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“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: “And the opponent, coming to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the ‘Dead Man Walking’, CARTER LLAAUUGGHHLLIINN!!!”
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.
VASSA: “Both of these men made their debuts in the ring with 4CW two weeks ago. Although neither was able to walk away with a victory, one of these men will in fact do so tonight.”
CASWELL: “Is that so, Vinny? I could have sworn the object of these matches was to not walk away a winner.”
VASSA: “I think we got off on the wrong foot, buddy.”
CASWELL: “We did the second you opened your mouth.”
VASSA: “I’m not too sure about whether I like you or not.”
CASWELL: “The bosses do, and that’s all that matters.”
VASSA: “If you say so, but we have a match to get to!”
With both men ready in the ring, the official stands in the center and quickly calls for the bell before moving towards the ropes.

Bursting out of his corner, Maddox charges towards Carter across the ring. Closing in on Carter quickly, Maddox throws an overhead punch, slamming his fist on top of the turnbuckle as Carter spins out of the way. Turning around in an instant, Maddox leaves his midsection open for Carter to strike with a knee to the ribs. As Maddox lunges over from the blow, Carter locks onto his head with both hands and then begins driving his knees upward into Maddox’s face.
CASWELL: “If Maddox would have planned his first attack a bit better, he wouldn’t be in the position that he’s in now.”
VASSA: “Thank you for stating the obvious, Adrian!”
CASWELL: “It’s my pleasure.”
Standing Maddox straight up, Carter then slams both fists into his chest, knocking him backwards against the corner. In the blink of an eye, Carter spins and catches Maddox in the mouth with a spinning backfist. Wrapping his arms around Maddox, Carter then lifts him up and sits him on top of the corner. Ascending the corner, Carter climbs over Maddox until standing on the middle ropes. Holding Maddox’s head in place with one hand, Carter draws back his other and begins hammering down on him with vicious punches. With Maddox now in a bit of a daze, Carter leaps up and wraps his legs around Maddox’s head, going for a hurricanarana from the top.
VASSA: “Laughlin with the high risk move from the top!”
Wrapping his arms around Carter’s body, Maddox jumps away from the corner and counters the hurricanrana, slamming Carter to the canvas with a powerbomb from the top of the corner.
CASWELL: “That didn’t quite work out as Carter had planned.”
VASSA: “You damn right it didn’t! Maddox flattened him with that reversal into a powerbomb.”
CASWELL: “Just a moment ago you called that move high risk. I’ve always lived by the saying of no risk no reward. Right there, Carter received all of the risks involved with that maneuver and no reward to show for it.”
Standing over Carter’s legs, Maddox reaches down and grabs ahold of one, lifting it up from the canvas. He then locks it with his to apply a figure four but before he can grab Carter’s other leg, Carter kicks it up and drives his foot into Maddox’s chest. Maddox falls backwards, slamming into the corner once again but this time, he bounces off and leaps into the air, coming down on Carter’s chest with both knees. As his knees press against Carter’s chest, Maddox rolls fluidly off of him and up to his feet, leaving Carter on the mat, holding his chest from the blunt impact.
CASWELL: “For a split second there it looked like Carter was going to turn things around after that powerbomb from the top rope, but as you can see, he did not.”
VASSA: “Although Maddox took a foot to the chest and was kicked back, he kept his head in the game and caught Carter off guard with two knees caving in his chest.”
CASWELL: “I wouldn’t say that his chest was caved in. Even though Carter is down and out of breath, he still looks healthy for someone whose chest was caved in.”
Making his way back over to Carter, Maddox reaches down and locks onto his head, pulling him up from the mat. Locking his arm around Carter’s head, Maddox then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him into the air, holding him vertically and stalling for a short moment before dropping him on his head with a brainbuster.
VASSA: “Well if his chest wasn’t caved it, his skull surely is now!”
CASWELL: “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Vinny.”
VASSA: “I didn’t mean literally.”
Back on his feet, Maddox circles Carter who is flat on his back in the center of the ring, barely showing any signs of life. Grabbing ahold of his arm, Maddox then pulls Carter up to his feet and locks onto his wrist. Using all of his strength, Maddox then whips Carter to the ropes across the ring. Hitting the ropes and coming back hard on the rebound, Carter ducks a clothesline attempt from Maddox and then leaps into the air. Planting both of his feet onto the middle rope, Carter springboards off and flies backwards, turning his body in mid-air and closing in on Maddox with a forearm smash.
CASWELL: “The momentum is about to change…”
Maddox’s eye widen at the sight of Carter closing in. He then drops to the canvas, avoiding the impact as Carter soars over his head and falls back to the mat with nothing to break his fall.
VASSA: “Think again Cassie! Carter wasn’t able to connect with that springboard forearm smash!”
CASWELL: “Are you kidding me?!”
Maddox pushes himself up almost instantly as Carter rolls across ring and stops just in front of the ropes. Racing over to Carter as he pushes himself up to all fours, Maddox drops him back to the canvas with a running knee to the side of the head. With Carter down on his stomach, Maddox then begins stomping furiously on his back for a short moment before pulling him up to his feet and whipping him to the nearby corner. After Carter crashes into the corner, Maddox then takes off and charges towards him, hitting him in the chop with a running European uppercut. He then lifts Carter off his feet and sits him on top of the corner before turning his back to him and climbing up to the middle rope with his back against Carter.
VASSA: “Carter looks to be in trouble!”
CASWELL: “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that, as we saw earlier, these things can turn around instantly right before our eyes.”
Reaching his arm up and wrapping it around Carter’s head, applying a three-quarter facelock, Maddox then leaps away from the corner, pulling Carter with him and hitting him with a jawbreaker as the two hit the canvas.
VASSA: “I did my homework before tonight’s event and Maddox likes to call that stunning move right there the Wild Heart of Violence!”
CASWELL: “Call it what you will, that was a rather impressive three-quarter facelock jawbreaker from the top.”
VASSA: “Indeed it was and what do you know, we actually agreed on something!”
CASWELL: “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Vinny.”
Crawling over Carter’s lifeless body, Maddox makes the cover as the official slides in with the count.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, MADDOX LLUUCCIIEENN!!!”

PRODUCTION STAFF: ”SMOKE!! We’ve got a fire! Hit the alarms!!”
As a small crew rush to the scene with fire extinguishers in hand as they surround a parked vehicle in the parking garage. The windows were pitch black but smoke was crawling from small openings. One of the helpers taps on the window and calls for anyone who might be inside.
As a few begin to cock back with their extinguishers to break windows, the driver side window slowly begins to slide down. Smoke just pours out then before the face of Jason Cashe peeks out bug eyed at the men who surrounded his rental car.
CASHE: ”Whoa! I am in Colorado right?”
HELPER: ”Yeah… So there isn’t a fire?”
CASHE: ”Oh no doubt! This shit is FIRE buddy! We high as fuck in this bitch. Turn up!”
The men surrounding the vehicle jump back flinching as the car thumps in music. Cashe opens the door and steps out, tearing through a cloud as it breaks down around him.
CASHE: ”Has JPD showed up yet? He here?”
Nobody answered. Everyone of the men who rushed the car to try and put out a fire. These same people who weren’t there when Cashe’s short bus had been burned. If he hadn’t been “stoopid” high then he’d have put that into thought but he was blazed and one track minded tonight. Smoke, Scrap, Smoke more, Scrap more. In that order.
CASHE: ”I’m heading inside, tired of waiting for this dude to show up. Enjoy the herb though, I’ll be back after the show.”
The mystery person in his vehicle reaches over into the scene handing him a duffle bag. Grabbing hold of it, Cashe shuts the driver side door and heads for the doors leading inside the building.
CASHE: ”I should have known he’d no show… Bitch ass dud–”
Just as he grabs the lever of the door to go inside, a voice calls to him. His body tenses up but a smile spreads across his face as he turns around to face the voice.
”Ohhhhh Jaaaaassssoooon!”
It was JPD. The very man Cashe had been laid up in a car waiting to see. Now as both men had agreed upon. They were meeting in the garage and it would JUST be JPD and Cashe, no allies, no partners, girlfriends or wifes. Dropping his duffle bag, Cashe moves closer as JPD waves him in.
JPD: ”Come get it motherfucker!”
No further words as the two clash together with trading strikes. Cashe gets his head locked in a headlock at JPD’s side but bites into his ribs and JPD shoves him away.
JPD: ”Biting? Seriously?! Save the gumjobs for your Unstable fucksticks.”
JPD gestures for Cashe to bring it on and the man obliges charging JPD before planting his shoulder right in the mid-section. Cashe rams JPD spine first into the side of the building. A loud groan leaves JPD’s lip as the back of his head bounces off the concrete wall. However JPD is quick to act firing off repeated elbows down onto the collarbone of Cashe. This brings out a scream from the former XTV Champion who releases JPD and clutches his shoulder. The same one that had a nail run through it at War Games.
JPD: ”Didn’t I tell you that you were going to need help? Shame really, I could have entire all of Unstable in one night.”
CASHE: ”You ain’t taking me out and you still wanting more?”
JPD charges Cashe this time but Cashe saw him coming and launches JPD up and over with a back body drop onto the pavement. Luckily for JPD he manages to land on his feet. As Cashe turns around JPD flips backward nailing Cashe with a Pele kick to the top of the head. Cashe staggers backwards dazed as JPD gets to his feet and grabs Cashe by the back of the neck. JPD gets a running start and runs Cashe ribs first into the side of a parked car in the lot. Cashe groans in pain as he rolls on top of the hood of the vehicle.
JPD: ”The problem with you Cashe is that you’re soft. I’m not mad that you screwed me out of War Games, I’m not even mad that you turned on Team 4CW. What I am is fucking furious that you THOUGHT you had what it took to put me down.”
CASHE: ”STILL ain’t shit bitch…”
JPD marches over towards where men with the fire extinguishers were standing. JPD snatches one of the extinguishers away from them before charging towards the car. JPD stops short and chucks the extinguisher as hard as he can towards Cashe on the hood but luckily Cashe rolls out of the way as the extinguisher crashes through the windshield of the car. The car alarms blares out as JPD circles around the vehicle in search of Cashe who scrambles to his hands and feet as JPD come around and lays eyes on him. Sprinting from the ground, Cashe drills his shoulder into JPD’s midsection, lifting him up and dumping him down over the trunk of the vehicle. Clubbing down, Cashe blasts JPD before jumping up and coming down with an elbow into his chest.
CASHE: ”Who you got? Huh? Who bitch cause you don’t got me!”
Grabbing JPD by the collar of his shirt, Cashe drags and slams him to the concrete floor of the parking garage. Security by a Bakers Dozen come running into the scene. Tackling Cashe and holding JPD back as he rises full of energy. Both still wanting to fight, rage through a few guards but can’t reach the other as insults begin being traded.
CASHE: ”Take your bitch ass back to Adult Swim! This my House!”
JPD: ”Why when I can just take this one? Next time security won’t be here to save you..”
CASHE: ”Save what? FUCK YOU! Come see! Rrraaaah let me at him!!”
Fighting to break free, Cashe is restrained by the Security Team on their toes. The scene fades as the two men are escorted to different areas of the building.



With the sound of the bell, Kaiden Hawke and Randall Kash begin to circle each other. Randall lunges forward, forcing a lock up with Kaiden. As the two are locked in the collar and elbow tie up, Kaiden quickly drops to the mat taking Randall down with a arm drag. Both men quickly make it back up to their feet, and Kaiden quickly takes Randall down with a sharp clothesline. As Randall falls down to the mat, he quickly pops back up. Kaiden quickly remains on his offensive onslaught as he takes hold of Randall’s arm and aggressively Irish whips Randall Kash to the ropes. When Randall rebounds, Kaiden has his arm out for a clothesline. Kash ducks underneath the clothesline attempt, and rebounds off the ropes across the ring. When Randall comes back, he knocks Kaiden Hawke down to the mat with a clothesline. When Kaiden quickly pops back up to his feet, Randall takes him down with another clothesline! When Kaiden is back up to his vertical base, Randall charges at him and knocks him down with a third clothesline!
CASWELL: “Three clotheslines in a row but only one finally connects!”
VASSA: “It’s like a deadly game of freeze tag, I touch you with the forty-four ma–“
CASWELL: “What are you even talking about?!”
VASSA: “It was like they were playing tag, or something.”
When Kaiden makes his way up to his feet once more , Randall grabs hold to his arm and pulls him closer for another clothesline. Kaiden ducks underneath the attempt and uses Randalls own momentum to turn him around to face him. Kaiden lands a sharp kick to the stomach of Randall Kash, and pulls him into him. Wrapping his arms around Kash’s hips, he lifts him up and throws him overhead with a beautifull belly-to-belly suplex. With Randall laying on the mat, Kaiden quickly stands up from the mat with a devious smirk on his face.
VASSA: “To be as big as Randall is, Kaiden made that belly to belly suplex look easy.”
CASWELL: “That was pure luck. No way he can do that again!”
Kaiden meticulous waits for Randall’s return to his vertical base. When Randall finally makes his way back up to his feet, Kaiden charges towards him. Randall quickly ducks underneath the elbow attempt of Kaiden Hawke and quickly takes hold of the back of Hawke’s neck. As Randall begins to wrench on the choke he has on Kaiden Hawke, the referee begins to admonish him. Before the referee is able to begin his count to get Randall to let go of the illegal hold, Kaiden reaches back and grabs the head of Randall. He then jumps down causing Randall to hit his head with a jawbreaker.
CASWELL: “Sometimes you just have to do things yourself if you want them done right.”
VASSA: “You can say that again. The official was going to break up the choke but Kaiden took matters into his own hands.”
CASWELL: “I’d say he used his head more than anything.”
VASSA: “Some people say cucumber taste better pickle.”
When Randall rocks back, Kaiden stands up from the mat. Randall then gains his composure and heads over towards the Kaiden. Hawke catches him, hoisting him up by the waist. He then spins him out and drops him down to the mat with a spinning sidewalk slam. Kaiden quickly covers him, as Laroy Jones falls down to the mat.

Randall powers out of the pinfall attempt at two. Kaiden chuckles softly as he stands up from the mat. He then grabs Randall by the arm, and takes him up to his vertical base. Kaiden quickly hoists Randall up, and drops him down to the mat with a vertical suplex. As Randall lays on the mat, Kaiden quickly mounts him and begins to hit him with harsh shots to the face. After a few shots, Randall quickly shifts his momentum allowing himself to be on top of Kaiden. Randall then begins hammering down on Kaiden’s head with vicious lefts and rights, beating him senseless. Locking onto Kaiden’s head with both hands, Randall then lifts it up from the mat and begins violently slamming it into the canvas, over and over.
VASSA: “Randall is going to pop his head like a zit!”
CASWELL: “You know that’s not possible, right?”
VASSA: “Haven’t you ever seen Game of Thrones?”
Standing to his feet, Randall wraps his hands around Kaiden’s throat and pulls him up to his feet. He then raises Kaiden into the air as far as his arms will reach, choking the life out of him. Dropping down to a seated position, Randall slams Kaiden to his back with a sit-out double chokeslam! Crawling over Kaiden’s body, Randall makes the cover as the official rushes over with the count.

Kicking out before the three, Kaiden buys himself a little more time. Growing angry, Randall stands tall and slowly circles Kaiden for a moment before going back on the attack. Leaning forward, Randall then begins slapping Kaiden in the head over and over as if toying with him. He then pulls Kaiden up from the mat by the arm and then pulls him into a short-arm clothesline, knocking him flat on his back.
With his grip still on Kaiden’s wrist, Randall pulls him back to his feet and this time lifts him into the air. Running across the ring, Randall then drops Kaiden into the mat with a ring shaking running powerslam. Hooking Kaiden’s leg, Randall goes for the pin once more as the official rushes over with the count.


VASSA: “Close but no cigar!”
CASWELL: “Close isn’t winning any matches, this isn’t horseshoes.”
VASSA: “Or hand grenades for that matter!”
Furious with the officials count, Randall slams his hand down to the mat before pushing himself up. In a fit of rage, he then begins stomping on Kaiden over and over, relentlessly. Grabbing ahold of Kaiden, Randall then pulls him up to his feet and quickly locks his arm around his head. Grabbing the back of his pants, Randall looks around the crowd for a short moment.
CASWELL: “If my research serves me right, I think I know what’s about to happen next.”
VASSA: “What might that be?”
Driving his feet into the canvas, Randall then lifts Kaiden vertically into the air.
CASWELL: “The Amen! Here comes the vertical suplex piledriver!”
Upside down, Kaiden manages to slip out of Randall’s grip, dropping behind him and landing on his feet. Wrapping his arms around Randall’s throat, Kaiden applies a sleeper hold but before he can begin to crank down, Randall begins back-stepping until finally squashing Kaiden against the corner. With the sleeper still in tact, Kaiden then begins climbing up the corner backwards, taking it to the top ropes due to Randall’s height, and hanging him as his feet barely lift off the mat.
VASSA: “I don’t know how Kaiden was able to manage it but he has reached a height to lift Randall off his feet.”
CASWELL: “Too bad that move isn’t quite legal!”
The official rushes over and begins demanding for Kaiden to release the illegal choke hold and then begins the five count.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

Pushing himself away from the corner, Kaiden then transitions the move into a forward Russian leg sweep, driving Randall’s face into the canvas.
VASS: “Holy Hell!”
CASWELL: “It’s just a Means to an End!”
Rolling Randall over to his back, Kaiden then makes the cover as the official drops down for the count.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, KAIDEN HHAAWWKKEE!!!”

Maddox is waiting in the hall next to the ring entrance stage. He checks his watch. He looks up and sees the 4CW security staff member bringing a weaved gift basket he has prepared for Isaac Solo.
LUCIEN: “It’s about damn time. No one touched it, right?”
SECURITY: “No, Mr. Lucien.”
LUCIEN: “Good boy.”
Maddox checks the contents of the basket to be sure and pats the man on the shoulder.
LUCIEN: “What? Are you waiting for a cookie?”
The guy looks at Maddox and shakes his head.
LUCIEN: “Then get lost.”
Maddox pushes the security guy away. He gives a nod and looks into the camera.
LUCIEN: “This isn’t about me.”
Maddox stops momentarily before continuing.
LUCIEN: “That’s better. This isn’t about me because I’m about to provide much needed goods and even greater services to the 4CW.”
Maddox holds the gift basket up so everyone watching can get a good view. The camera zooms in on it before Maddox lowers it to his side and continues to speak.
LUCIEN: “You see…when I arrived in 4CW, I didn’t go around claiming that I was better than anyone and everyone in the locker room. My debut came with a bit of controversy since I decided to sign with this company rather than waste my time with a little twerp that was still sucking on his mama’s tit. It just so happens that he was once part of 4CW.”
Maddox shrugs.
LUCIEN: “I can understand people having different views, but when it comes to a guy named Isaac Solo…there are more problems with this guy than any of you idiots can count.”
The fans boo.
LUCIEN: “So, I had to choose one problem. This guy has a mouth that needs to be shut. He’s not a champion. He barely started in this place and all the sudden thinks his shit doesn’t stink. Well, I guarantee you my shit smells like rotten tomatoes. But, when it comes to smell…I’m not worried about when the guy is taking a dump. I’m more worried about when I have to get in the ring and smell vile breath, wicked body odor, and…let’s face it. Isaac Solo…needs a bath.”
He smiles as the sounds of the fans inside the arena grow louder and louder with boos.
LUCIEN: “I’ve taken it upon myself to help the guy out. In doing so, I’m helping out the rest of the 4CW locker room. You people can thank me for this later.”
He turns, hoping someone special is behind him.
LUCIEN: “Isaac! I think it’s that time, pal. I’ve brought you a gift. You should come out and get it, man. Seriously. It’ll be best for the rest of us.”
Maddox waits for a minute, no one comes.
LUCIEN: “Come on.”
Maddox looks into the basket.
LUCIEN: “There’s a couple tubes of toothpaste here, a toothbrush. Oh, a stick of deodorant right there. What else is in this thing?”
Maddox rummages around in the basket.
LUCIEN: “Oh, this would do wonders. Body wash. I think I see a wash rag for you. I wasn’t sure if I should get you one of those back scrubbers for the shower. I think the key is to start taking one, and once you get used to it…you can experiment with the back scrubber.”
Maddox waits. As no one comes, he gets irritated.
LUCIEN: “Isaac! You can either come and get it, or I’ll just take a seat at ringside and wait until the bell rings during your match with Destroyer tonight and give it to you then. What’s it going to be?”
Suddenly, from around the corner, Issac Solo, dressed only in his ring gear, with a white towel draped over the back of his neck. Lucien turns around, smiling, and IMMEDIATELY gets dropped by an Oops Upside Your Head… upside his head… Lucien drops the mic he had been holding, but Issac Solo picks it up…
SOLO: ”Aw, gee, ya shouldn’t have. No, REALLY, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE…”
Lucien stands up, but as he does, Issac WHACKS Lucien over the head with the gift basket… toiletry and beauty products scatter all over the floor, as security rush to separate the two…
SOLO: “HEY! Let’s pay some bills real quick, an’ then DESTROYER! It’s your turn, bubba, to COME! CORRECT!!”
Issac then walks away, awaiting his moment to make his entrance for his upcoming match.

Road trips for Lyza were dreadful when she would travel alone to Lowell, Massachusetts for weekly shows and events. The traffic and expensive tolls made her question what she was doing with herself, as truck drivers were making significantly more than she did at the time.

Okay…maybe that was a bad comparison, yet either way, she agreed to join Thirteen on a road trip to Denver, Colorado in a small van Thirteen had affectionately dubbed: The UltraVan. The change of pace from traveling by plane, and the potential to see some picturesque landscapes, piqued Lyza’s interest. She was looking forward to not flipping off bros with horrible New England accents.
Alive and well in the Pepsi Center, Lyza Reyes is seen viewing the monitor in the venue’s corridor eating a strawberry cheesecake Quest bar. Highlights from the Hawke vs Kash match are being displayed, as she seemingly nods in approval.
REYES: “Groovy pickups,” she says to herself.
With about a quarter of the bar remaining, she takes one final bite, before tossing out the wrapper in a nearby trash container. Satisfied with her pre-match fuel intake, she makes her way to where the locker rooms are located. Careful in not missing a particular room, she slows down when she is near the end of the hallway. She raises her right hand balled into a fist and knocks on the door in front of her.
The cameraman zooms out slightly, expanding the frame to get a good shot of the person on the other side of the door. After a brief moment of waiting, the door slowly opens, and on the other side, the viewers catch a glimpse of Lyza’s tag team partner, Thirteen.
REYES: “Looks like you’re ready to go, Six. I’m glad you chose this ensemble as opposed to the catskin or whatever Cruella DeVille would donate to charity.”
Lyza cringes at the mere thought of her and her tag team partner in such garb. Instead it’s the more form-fitting attire of women proud of their level of physical fitness. Thirteen smiles to Lyza.
THIRTEEN: “Ready as I’ll ever be, Blossom. This isn’t yours, is it?”
Letting the door swing open, Thirteen rolls her neck and her shoulders, seemingly always in prep mode when not in some state of humorous repose or driving cross-country. Inside the locker room, the camera catches view of a room in disarray, looking well lived in with clothes strewn about. It becomes clear from the baggage that at some point along the journey Lyza and Thirteen’s clothing got mixed up. Lyza takes a brief moment to examine the room. She remains silent, until something catches her eye.
REYES: “Eureka! That number right there belongs to me!”
She bends down to pick up one of her signature t-shirts, along with a pair of denim shorts, and a bralette.
REYES: “I will be better organized next time, I promise! I’m pretty sure we’ll be telepathically communicating shortly, or at least understand what’s going on by mere silly facial expressions!”
She says this with confidence. Thirteen smirks, first to the camera.
THIRTEEN: “Honestly, I’m not even worried in the slightest. Part of me has been deathly afraid since we set out you might be feeling like I’ve been holding you back! This is more your territory than it is mine, Lyza. I mean, you were a member of NE Ultra with Sonny before I was even on the scene. Seems like there’s a lot of good reasons to worry that I’m the odd one out, to be honest.”
Thirteen breathes calmly, clearly working through some shaky nerves as she says so. Frequent contract negotiations and federation rearranging will bend anyone’s nerves. Her head lowered, hands on her hips before she glanced to Lyza with her smile returning.
THIRTEEN: “But… this whole experience hasn’t made me lose any confidence in our abilities. If anything, I feel like this road trip has been a team–“
REYES: “building…”
THIRTEEN: “exercise.”
Thirteen and Lyza lock eyes in surprise. Lyza chuckles to herself at their mutual completion of the sentence.
THIRTEEN: “So, what, do you owe me a Coke now or something? Is that how that works, or am I thinking of something else?”
REYES: “A) you are not holding anyone back. B) If that’s your poison, then so be it. But first, we must conclude this slumber-less party with our awaiting guests!”
With that, Lyza’s expression shifts from excited, to relaxed. She turns to face the camera, with Thirteen doing the same. In unison they softly say, ”Ultra.”The scene fades to black.


VASSA: “We’ve got a couple of fresher faces in 4CW up next on the lineup; each looking to build on their previous impressive appearances.”
CASWELL: “I think impressive is more of your own personal opinion. Issac Solo and Destroyer didn’t beat anyone worth writing home about. Destroyer’s wasn’t even broadcasted on television!”
VASSA: “Talking about things that are completely out of their control. They went out there and took care of business.”
CASWELL: “Still doesn’t make it impressive…”
Vassa rolls his eyes as the crew cuts from the announce table to Mike Powers.
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Skull Valley, Arizon, weighing in at two hundred pounds, ‘The High Priest of Hardcore’, DESTROYER!!”
The lights cut out and pyro blows up at the entrance ramp as “Search and Destroy” by Iggy and the Stooges blares, Des storming down the aisle with his eyes focused on the ring. He stops at the steps and leaps onto the canvas, tumbling over the top rope and rolling over to the opposite side of the squared circle. He darts up and ascends, stands on the top turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air, gesturing with his hands for the crowd to bring the noise.
POWERS: “And his opponent…”
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 and ninety 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….
CASWELL: “What would anyone want with Issac Solo’s dirty, sweaty towel?”
VASSA: “A rare piece of memorabilia to remember the show?”
CASWELL: “Yeah, not seeing it…”
VASSA: “God I hope Johnson’s not out too long…”
Solo and Destroyer stand in the respective corners as the opening bell rings.

The two men rush one another, locking up with a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Issac Solo quickly works his way into a side headlock, squeezing Destroyer’s head against his side. Destroyer wraps his arms around the side of Solo and drives him against the ropes. He manages to push his way out of the side headlock, sending Solo across the ring. Solo rebounds off of the ropes and drives his shoulder into the sternum of Destroyer. Destroyer falls back first to the mat and instinctively rolls out of harm’s way under the bottom rope. Solo marches over towards the ropes and reaches over the top, pulling Destroyer up to his feet on the apron. Destroyer grabs a hold of Solo’s head and drops down off of the apron, forcing Solo’s throat down onto the top rope. Destroyer slides back into the ring as Solo stumbles around and charges at him with a full head of steam, using his head as a battering ram to the chest. Solo stumbles backwards and falls into the corner.
VASSA: “Evidently Destroyer plans on using his experience edge to get ahead in this match.”
CASWELL: “That may just be the only thing he’s got going for him.”
Destroyer jumps into the corner and begins teeing off on Solo with a series of European Uppercuts. He grabs Solo by the wrist and pulls him from the corner. Solo counters and whips Destroyer across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. As Destroyer bounces off of the pads, Solo charges and hits a running big boot to the face, knocking him back into the corner! Solo pushes Destroyer’s arms over the top ropes, freeing up his chest for some vicious chops. Solo steps back and admires his handy work, smiling as Destroyer’s chest flares up to a beet red. Destroyer staggers out of the corner and into Solo’s waiting arms. Solo lifts him up and drops backwards with a Samoan Drop. Solo flips over and hooks one of Destroyer’s legs for the cover.

Destroyer bucks his hips and rolls Solo off of him before the three count.
VASSA: “Destroyer’s chest has to be on fire from those chops in the corner.”
CASWELL: “Not to mention the three hundred pound man that just tried to drive him through the canvass.”
Solo reaches down and lifts Destroyer up to his feet. He whips across the ring towards the ropes and plants his feet, waiting for the return. As Destroyer approaches, Solo dips his shoulder and flips him over with a back body drop. Somehow Destroyer lands on his feet and turns around towards Solo. As Solo turns around he’s caught off guard and clipped with an enziguri that drops him down to one knee. Destroyer steps behind him and then drives Solo face first into the mat with a one hand bulldog! Destroyer begins stomping away at Issac Solo, strategically forcing him to roll more towards the center of the ring. Once in a position that he’s satisfied with, Destroyer drops down and quickly locks in an Anaconda Vice! Issac Solo grimaces in pain and begins to thrash around, looking for a way out of the submission. Solo throws his legs up manages to trap Destroyer’s head with headscissor, pulling him backwards and forcing him to break the hold.
Destroyer gets both hands on Solo’s massive thighs and pulls his head free. Both men recover to their feet and instantly Issac Solo shoots and lifts Destroyer up with a double leg. He drives him back first into the nearest corner and keeps him trapped against the turnbuckle as he grabs the adjoining middle ropes with his hands. Solo repeatedly drives his shoulder into Destroyer’s midsection. He steps back and lets Destroyer move from the corner. He lifts him up and drops him down onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Solo quickly turns away and rebounds off of the ropes, flying towards Destroyer with a single leg dropkick. Destroyer lays flat on his back and Solo seizes the opportunity by crashing down on him with a running senton splash! Solo turns and pushes down on Destroyer’s chest with both hands to make the cover.


Destroyer shoots his shoulder off of the mat to break up the count.
VASSA: “Destroyer looked like he could have had it with that Anaconda Vice but Issac Solo masterfully found a way out.”
CASWELL: “How’s that whole experience thing working out for him?”
Solo stalks Destroyer as he crawls towards the ropes. He reaches down and slaps him in the back of the head, forcing a reaction. Destroyer pushes up to his feet and catches Solo on the chin with a stiff forearm shot. Solo wraps Destroyer up, looking for a belly to belly suplex. He lifts him up but Destroyer counters with an elbow between the eyes which makes Solo release him. Destroyer steps behind Issac Solo and locks in a full nelson. He lifts Solo into the air and sits out into a modified atomic drop. Destroyer rises to his feet as Solo stays in a seated position. Destroyer runs passed him, bouncing off of the ropes and then dropping down into a running crossbody. He sticks to Solo for the pin attempt.

Issac Solo forcefully throws Destroyer off of him before the three count.
VASSA: “A two count for Destroyer. Issac Solo still has a lot of fight left in him.”
CASWELL: “Issac Solo looks like he’s got a little more than just some fight in him. He may be the largest vegetarian I have ever seen.”
VASSA: “Why couldn’t Jason Cashe have hit me with the steel chair?”
Destroyer grabs Solo by the head as he rolls onto all fours and helps him up to his feet. He pulls Solo by his wrist but once again he plants his feet and counters with an Irish whip of his own. Destroyer hits the ropes and rebounds looking for a clothesline but Issac Solo ducks underneath him. Destroyer continues and hits the ropes again, charging right towards the Samoan Steamroller. Solo lifts Destroyer in the air and spins him around, allowing for Destroyer to connect with a tilt-a-whirl crossbody! Destroyer looks down and thinks about the cover but connects with a standing shooting star press before trying to steal the win.

Solo kicks out much to the surprise of the live audience!
CASWELL: “Nimble for an old man…”
VASSA: “I guess Destroyer should take that as a compliment.”
Destroyer looks at the referee in disbelief before focusing back on Issac Solo. Solo explodes up to his feet and nails Destroyer with a lariat. Solo pulls Destroyer up to his feet and then whips him into the corner. He follows pursuit looking for a splash in the corner but Destroyer rolls out of the way. Solo crashes chest first into the corner and then turns around to face his opponent. Destroyer connects with a series of right hands, backing Solo into the corner. Destroyer lifts Solo up and plops him onto the top turnbuckle. Destroyer climbs up and hooks both of Solo’s arms as they balance on the top rope. Destroyer drops backwards, pulling Solo down to the mat with him, connecting with a Double Arm DDT from the top rope!
VASSA: “The Gila County Haboob!”
CASWELL: “The what?”
Destroyer rolls Solo over and confidently hooks a leg.

Issac Solo throws his shoulder in the air just in the nick of time!
VASSA: “I don’t know how that didn’t finish Issac Solo!”
CASWELL: “Solo’s head is the size of a cement mixer; he can take the brunt of that force!”
Destroyer shakes his head as he looks down at Issac Solo who has rolled out onto the apron. Destroyer waits for Solo to pull himself up to his feet before charging at him, looking for a clothesline. Solo drops down and pulls the top rope with him, forcing Destroyer to tumble over and down to the arena floor. Solo gets a sudden burst of energy and steps in through the ropes, running across the ring and rebounding towards Destroyer as he rises to his feet. Solo dives through the middle and top rope, hitting Destroyer with a suicide elbow smash that knocks him back into the security railing! Solo wastes no time and rolls Destroyer into the ring. Solo follows and stands over him as he secures a rear waist lock. Solo lifts Destroyer and slams him back with a german suplex. Solo keeps his hands clasped and rolls, bringing him and his opponent up to his feet. Solo transitions into a full nelson and snaps Destroyer back again, this time with a dragon suplex! Solo brings his hands back down to a rear waist lock and once more lifts Destroyer up to his feet. Solo finishes the trio of suplexes with a bridging X-Plex.
VASSA: “Chimera Plex, this could be the end of it!”

Destroyer breaks free from the bridging pin attempt! Solo rolls onto his knees and presses down on his thighs while looking at Destroyer. Destroyer crawls towards the ropes and begins to pull himself up to his feet. Solo slowly approaches from behind and gets caught off guard by a mule kick to the gut. Solo doubles over and Destroyer spins around. Destroyer shoves Solo’s head between his legs and reaches around him, lifting him up and nailing a sit-out crucifix powerbomb! Destroyer pins Solo’s arms down with the heels of his feet.
VASSA: “Nuclear A-Bomb! The same move he used to take out Blaze in his previous 4CW match…”

Destroyer shoves Issac Solo’s legs aside and rises to his feet with his arms held high as “Search and Destroy” by Iggy and the Stooges takes over the arena’s P.A. system! The official walks over and grabs Destroyer’s wrist, holding above his head as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, via pinfall, DESTROYER!!!”

Flicking to a camera backstage,a soft muffled sound can be faintly beyond a locked door. Voices. One, a gruff sounding man and the other more familiar. It was a female voice, one well-known in the 4CW scene. It was evidently Kaysie Sherell, 4CW’s Executive Assistant, the Queen Of 4CW, although her words were too muffled to concern. The tone sounded strictly professional, a back and forth exchange between the two that finally culminated in the door swinging open without a warning, knocking the cameraman backward, obscuring the shot with a whirl.
The focus changed, Kaysie’s expression blurred slightly as the door swiftly closed behind the man who just recently debuted for the first time in a 4CW ring, Kaiden Hawke. Clasped in his hand was a rather large silver briefcase, its lustrous shine bouncing back the fluorescent lights above.
With a smirk, he strolled down the hallway with a wide grin adorn his devious features. Side eyeing the cameraman, he scoffed softly at the sight as he steadily focused his eyes on his destination once more – the parking lot.

The scene opens up with a close up shot of two champagne glasses, half-full, as they clink together in celebration. The camera pans back to show a gentleman in a suit. His blonde hair is slicked back and his cool blue eyes remain focused on the woman next to him.
”Tonight is going to be a night that will change 4CW forever.”
As the camera moves over, the camera reveals the familiar face of Alyxandra Drake. With a smile on her face, the bodacious blonde begins to speak.
A. DRAKE: ”Tonight is not only a night that 4CW changes forever. Tonight is the night that the wrestling world will turn on it’s head. This is possibly the best thing I can think of that could happen!”
SPIRIT: ”Of course my dear. It is the night that Justin Spirit makes his debut on Adrenaline.”
Alyx and Justin sip their champagne. Spirit sets his glass down and returns his attention to the bombshell next to him.
SPIRIT: ”With that being said, I am walking into unfamiliar territory. I think it’d be best to have a guide don’t you? What I mean to ask is, will you assist me as my manager during my time at 4CW?”
Humbled by his asking, she lets out a soft chuckle.
A. DRAKE: ”I wouldn’t have even joined you tonight if I didn’t plan on being by your side. Now, are we just going to sit here all night and drink champagne, or are we going to address the adoring masses?”
Justin smirks and takes up Alyxandra’s hand in his. He pops the door open and the camera switches to the outside view of the parking garage. He steps out onto the pavement and leads her out by her delicate hand.
He looks around and nods at the driver who waits patiently for them to head into the building. Justin escorts Alyxandra in her radiant dress towards the entrance way.
Cameras follow close behind as they make their way down the halls of the arena.

SPIRIT: ”Got my music queued up my good man?”
He asks the crew near the curtain that will lead them both to the ring. The crewman nods. Justin looks over to Alyx.
SPIRIT: ”Any last minute advice or anything before we step out there?”
Alyx nods her head as she looks over at Justin with the same humble smile.
A. DRAKE: ”Simple, make it your moment to shine as bright as ever!”
Justin takes a breath and nods at the crew. He let’s it out as his theme, “Downfall” by Trust Co. Begins to blast over the arena’s speaker system. He offers his arm to Alyx, who gladly takes it, and both walk out onto the stage.
The crowd roars in approval as they see him appear. Justin takes a moment to look over the crowd before escorting himself and Alyx to the ring.
When they reach the stairs, he lets Alyx climb up first, then follows. Justin holds the ropes open so she can slip through then enters the ring himself. A microphone is promptly given to him and his theme fades out.

SPIRIT: ”Thank you for that positive reception. It makes me hopeful that my time here will be well spent entertaining you all. And it also lets me know that you are already familiar with me, even if just a little bit.”
“I’ve come to 4CW for a reason. That reason is to become better known across this industry. I love the sport of wrestling. I love performing in front of all of you. And with the help of this beautiful woman right here…”

Justin gestures to Alyxandra who smiles back at him.
SPIRIT: ”I plan to take this federation by storm! And I know that there will be challenges. There will be obstacles in my way. Anything ranging from a fellow superstar, to staff. Which brings me to Perry Wallace.”
The crowd boos at the mention of his name.
SPIRIT: ”I’ve heard about your practices here. And while those in 4CW may find it troublesome to compete with your tyranical rule over this federation, I won’t. Because you see, Percival, where I come from? What I’ve had to deal with in my career so far? You rank just below my boot when it comes to a threat.”
Alyxandra’s eyes widen as the crowd cheers Justin on.
SPIRIT: ”I’m not like every other wrestler here. I’m not in this for fame, money, or glory. I am here…for you…the fans. And that, Mr. Wallace, is why I am going to change your federation. I am a representative of these people who pay their hard earned money to see your show. The people have spoken…and they don’t like you.”
Justin stares at the camera that focuses on him. His cool blue eyes remain unblinking.
SPIRIT: ”Starting next Adrenaline, I am going to fight whoever you decide to put in front of me. I implore you to make it a good choice. Try to take me down before I can become the thorn in your side, because trust me Perry, you have no idea what I am capable of. But I am more than willing to show you. I am more than willing to tear DOWN your empire brick by brick and man by man until you are left defenseless! And when that day comes Mr. Wallace, it is you who will bow before ME!”
Justin slams the microphone down. The ‘boom’ as it hits the canvas echoes over the arena. “Downfall” by Trust Co. Plays again as Justin climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his fist into the air, getting a loud ovation from the crowd.

Backstage, the hallways have a cloud of smoke lining the ceiling. Jason Cashe not giving two shits about any “Wellness Policy” that has been discussed jokingly or in serious discussion. He had a freshly rolled blunt light up and burning. His second as the butt of his first sat on the ground near his feet. Being alone, he had put his mind into a pow wow and his thoughts found their way into a song.
CASHE:”Just another day livin in the hood
Why is everybody all up in my business
Can somebody tell me why
Can’t you do your own thing and let me do mine
X-Rated Loc knows how I feel
People in my mist tryin to soil my deal
So drop it like it’s hot
Time to shake the spot
When I need some weed I head to the block
Singing Mr. Weedman don’t do me wrong
Like Bob Marley, I’ma smoke until my brain is gone–”

The coughing cuts off Cashe’s faded sing/rap voice almost whispering it in low volume as he turns his head to see Jett Wilder approaching. Jett’s hand plugging his nose in a pinching grip. Almost sighing, Cashe doesn’t want to let Jett ruin his high.
JETT: ”What is that smell? Oh it’s you… Is that wacky tobacco? It stinks!”
CASHE: ”Jetthro.. Always a pleasure! The fuck you want man?”
Waving the air in front of his face, Jett gives the blunt in Cashe’s hand a dirty stare.
JETT: ”Do you have to smoke that in the hallway? Didn’t you get assigned like the Boiler room or Janitor’s closet at least?”
Coughing as a perfectly aligned comeback came to mind, Cashe blows a lung full of smoke directly at Jett. The former Pride Champion and Current Top 3 Contender for the 4CW Championship steps back and waves rapidly as if the cloud was poison.
CASHE: ”Custodian dick… But yeah, I have a room. And? This is Colorado Jetthro! It’s legal here, there, EVERYWHERE!!”
JETT: ”Do you smoke so much because you’re depressed? You know, that your career has taken a huge drop off?”
Nodding as if he agreed, Cashe reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large wad of bills wrapped in a rubber band. Holding the blunt by the lips, it hangs until it erects as Cashe takes a puff. Pulling off a few single bills, each of them were hundreds. He flings them in Jett’s direction like the money had less value than most would treat it.
CASHE: ”I’m doing just fine buddy. Buy yourself some new toys on me, alright? Say…”
Shoving the money roll back in his pocket, Cashe pulls the blunt from his mouth. Pushing off the wall, he steps closer to Jett.
CASHE: ”You keep eyeing my toke stick… You wanna hit this Jetthro? Come on, take it.”
JETT: ”NO! No Way Jose! I don’t do drugs!”
CASHE: ”Come on man, all the cool kids AND their parents are doing it these days! Just try it.”
Slapping Cashe’s hand away as he offers up the blunt. Jett had no interest. Cashe smiles and looks past him down the hallway before returning his view on Jetthro Wilder.
CASHE: ”This is the shit that will make you a Champion! Who’s defended their titles more than me in 4CW? Madison excluded. THIS is why, just try it one hit!”
JETT: ”Nope. Do you know how upset my FAG-A-Teers would be if I.. indulged in the hardcore drugs?”
CASHE: ”Wait, Fag-A-Teers? I-I don’t even know what to sa– Haha!”
JETT: ”It’s still pending for a copyright but my Mom says it’s only a matter of time before there are T-Shirts!”
Having to bend over and hold his gut, Cashe laughs at Jett Wilder. Not understanding why he was being laughed at, Jett stood there confused and a little irritated.
JETT: ”You WISH you were a F.A.G. You’re just jealous!”
The laughing slowed to a stop as Cashe stood up right and held out a hand to calm down the situation. His blunt is brought to his mouth and he pulls in a few long puffs, again he offers it to Jett.
CASHE: ”You said it yourself buddy! On twitter, you said I would beat Madison tonight! THIS is why I will beat Madison tonight. I only smoke this when I am in a big match. It’s my good luck bud. Take it! Get you high today!”
Trying to sound like Smokey from “Friday”, Cashe holds it out as Jett just stares at it. As if he was actually considering it. Peer pressure was a bitch at times but usually with people you liked doing it. Like friends or someone you were attracted too and were trying to impress or please. This was none of those things. The two of them didn’t at all like each other and felt the other as being of the lowest form of human being for the most part. Still maybe it was the answer? Maybe Jett could just try, what would it hurt?
JETT: ”I mean… Can you overdose first time?”
CASHE: ”WHAT!? Hahahahahaha! Jetthro, you can’t Overdose on Marijuana. Google it. Impossible, I’d have for sure done it by now! Trust me! Hiiiittt iiiiitttt!”
Hesitantly Jett reaches up and takes the blunt. Unsure how to properly hold it, he looks awkward with it held pinched in his fingers. Cashe not wanting to let him look too bad, gives him some instruction.
CASHE: ”Don’t suck in too hard, do it gradually. Let it build up and then inhale and hold. When it adds pressure release and exhale. Don’t overdue it though Jetty! Got it?”
JETT: ”Will I see poka dotted Elephants? Like the movies?”
His words filled with concern, Jett looks up at Cashe and is received with a shaking head. Cashe hated how TV and movies more times than not exaggerate the effects of Marijuana. A bad stereotype like all Mexicans drive vans.
CASHE: ”Nah that’s media pushed slander on the product. You will chill, relax and maybe a little or a lot get hungry!”
Taking a deep breath, Jett was ready. He had talked himself into it and Cashe for sure helped and watched in excitement. As the blunt went to his mouth and Cashe rose up onto his tippy toes as if it was a roller coaster being ridden.
”WHAT Do you think you’re doing?!”
Carmella Wilder, Jett’s Mother and Manager comes around the corner and her eyes are wide. She looks both shocked and pissed all in the same expression. Jett goes frozen. Cashe leans up against the wall and pretends to be asleep standing which fools NOBODY. She steps up next to her son and stares back between him and the blunt he held in his hand.
CARMELLA: ”Is that what I think it is?”
Cashe popping up, tries to explain before Jett can even muster the words.
CASHE: ”He was just holding it for me! Wait, why am I covering for you?”
Shaking his head as if he was removing some layer of questionable confusion on his part, he gives a better story. One he can at least gain a chuckle from.
CASHE: ”We made a bet actually. He said he could smoke me under the table. He’s turned rogue! He will rebel against you and start partying, fucking and playing with tig ol’ bitties!”
CASHE: ”I’m high, ignore me… Can I have my blunt back?”
Jett shamefully reaches to hand it back but Carmella snatches it up before Cashe can take it. Both Jett and Cashe snap a stare towards the Wilder Mother.
CARMELLA: ”This is illegal in most states you know?”
CASHE: ”Not here! Can I get that bac–”
CARMELLA: ”You hush!”
CASHE: ”Yes Ma’am….”
Cashe’s head drops almost feeling punished by the Law of Motherhood. Jett and Cashe both stood like they were about to get lectured and grounded. Carmella takes a quick puff from the Blunt, neither of them see her do it as her voice coughs some before talking.
CARMELLA: ”You both should be ashamed of yourselves!”
Their heads staring at the ground, she takes another hit. Blowing it away from them both, she continues into her lecture.
CARMELLA: ”Jett, you KNOW better! All of those D.A.R.E. Classes and you KNOW that this is a gateway drug. Do you want to be one of those homeless people filled with needle holes in their arms? No job, no future? Huh? Do you?”
JETT: ”No…”
She hits it hard the third time as she snaps her head towards Cashe, giving him equal treatment.
CARMELLA: ”And YOU! Giving my son a blunt? A young boy! How dare you! We are a drug free Family, do you hear me?”
CASHE: ”Yes Ma’am…”
Hitting it for the fourth time, she takes in a deep lung fill and holds it in. A clinched fist to her mouth to hold the coughing back. She lets out the smoke and the cloud is impressive. Still neither of them had noticed.
CARMELLA: ”Take this… Jett say bye to Cashe…”
Finally handing the blunt over to Cashe. Carmella smacks her tongue already getting the cottonmouth effect. Jett lifts his head and looks over at Cashe.
JETT: ”Bye Jason…”
CASHE: ”Later masterbator!”
Carmella swats Cashe in the arm for his choice of words as Mother Wilder grabs Jett and walks him off scene. Cashe shakes his head, disbelieving what had just happened. He slowly puts the blunt to his mouth but yanks it away, staring down at it.
CASHE: ”The fuck is on my shit? Is that… lipstick?”
Jaw dropped open some, he looks in the direction where the Wilders had left in as the backstage scene comes to an end.


POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Already in the ring, Rob Hewitt paces from one end to the other, pounding his fists together as he awaits his opponent.
POWERS: “Already in the ring, standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred thirty six pounds, ROB HHEEWWIITTTT!!!”
Raising both arms above his head, Rob stands in the center of the ring with his eyes locked on the entrance stage. Dropping his arms to his side, he then walks to his corner and patiently awaits for the entrance of his opponent.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark.

The lights come up as “Blow It Out” by Ludacris blasts throughout the arena. The crowd showers down boos as Keith Daniels steps out onto the stage. He beckons the crowd to boo louder and grins. He smirks and proceeds down the ramp.
POWERS: Making his way to the ring, now residing in Orlando, FL, he stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at three-hundred and forty six pounds… He is ‘The Dangerous One’, KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!
On his way, he sees a fan in the front row holding a sign that says “KEITH DANIELS IS BETTER THAN YOU” and grabs the sign from him. He holds it up and turns for everyone to see it, only provoking more boos. He then rips the sign in half and tosses it back to the fan before running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope with surprising agility considering his size. He then stands and climbs a turnbuckle before putting his hand up inviting the crowd to admire him. He steps down and leans against the turnbuckle.
CASWELL: “For someone just making their first appearance in the ring, this guy seems rather full of himself.”
VASSA: “Wow! Are you being serious right now? You’re one to talk.”
CASWELL: “I am being serious right now. Unlike the things I’ve heard about you, I actually do my research and know what I’m talking about.”
VASSA: “Never once said that you didn’t. I was just simply pointing out the fact that you seem rather full of yourself as well.”
CASWELL: “When you’re as gifted as I am at what we do in this profession, you have every right to be full of yourself. I’m sorry for setting the bar so high.”
VASSA: “That just made me laugh a little, sorry. I’d rather Steve be here at my side calling matches. At least he notices the things that go on in the ring and not just himself.”
CASWELL: “It would be very wise if you just stopped talking right now.”
VASSA: “I’d love to but unfortunately, we have a match to call. Rob Hewitt has been making his presence felt for weeks now and has finally returned to action in a 4CW ring, against another newcomer to a 4CW ring, Keith Daniels.”
CASWELL: “The people already know this information. They do in fact watch Adrenaline and can remember exactly who is and who isn’t new to a 4CW ring.”
VASSA: “You’re really starting to become a pain in my ass, Cassie. Let’s just get on with the damn match!”
CASWELL: “Did you just call me that again?”
Standing in the center of the ring, the official checks with both corners and after receiving the signal from both men, he throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

Before the bell can even silence, both men shoot out of their corners and charge each other, colliding in the center of the ring and exchanging blows. Catching Daniels with a blow to the temple, Hewitt stuns him briefly and quickly follows up with a right hook. Ducking underneath Hewitt’s arm as it passes over his head, Daniels fires back with a jab to Hewitt’s stomach. Standing tall, Daniels connects with an elbow shot to the side of Hewitt’s head, knocking him back a step. Stepping in and wrapping his arms around Hewitt, Daniels then lifts him off his feet and drives him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.
VASSA: “Keith is off to a quick start in his 4CW in-ring debut!”
CASWELL: “He’s wrestling against a dinosaur, what did you expect?”
Both men race to their feet, Daniels standing first as Hewitt gets to one knee. Charging towards Hewitt, Daniels hits him with an overheard punch, keeping the veteran down. Locking onto his head with both hands, Daniels then pulls Hewitt up to his feet and then slams his forearm across the bridge of his nose. Grabbing onto Hewitt’s wrist, Daniels then whips him to the nearby ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Daniels lifts him high above his head and drops him instantly to the mat with a military press.
CASWELL: “Now I know that Keith didn’t pick him up with ease, but damn if he didn’t make it appear as such.”
VASSA: “Maybe he did pick him up with ease, you don’t know for sure.”
Standing tall, Daniels looks down at Hewitt as he slowly pushes himself up to a seated position. With Hewitt’s back in his sights, Daniels then takes off and charges towards him, plating his foot into his lower spine as he kicks with everything he has in the tank. Hewitt releases a howling sigh as his back stiffens. Smirking, Daniels then grabs onto Hewitt’s head and arm, pulling him up to his feet. Positioning himself behind Hewitt, Daniels sets him up for a pump-handle and then lifts him off his feet and onto his shoulder. Wiggling himself free, Hewitt drops down to his feet behind Daniels and slams an elbow to the back of his head. Hewitt then steps in beside Daniels and drops him to his back with a Russian leg sweep.
VASSA: “After slipping out of a pump-handle slam attempt by Keith, Rob has turned things around!”
CASWELL: “Rob hasn’t done much to work up a sweat, so what I want to know is this. Why is he so slippery?”
On his feet again, Hewitt turns to the ropes and takes off towards them. Coming back on the rebound, he jumps up as he closes in on Daniels and comes down with a legdrop across his throat, pinning his head to the canvas as Daniels’ feet shoot up into the air. Rolling over and making the cover, Hewitt hooks Daniels’ leg as the official drops in with the count.

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Daniels breaks up the pin before the two count. Not wasting a single second, Hewitt pushes himself up and then drops down, driving his elbow into Daniels’ chest before he even knows what hit him. Positioning himself over Daniels, Hewitt locks onto him and begins driving knees into Daniels’ shoulder. After landing a handful, Hewitt pushes himself up and then begins stomping on the same shoulder of Daniels’. He then reaches down and pulls Daniels up from the mat. With his grip still firm around Daniels’ wrist, Hewitt pulls him even closer and drops him to his back with a short-arm clothesline.
CASWELL: “After that short-arm clothesline, I’d bet Keith is seeing stars other than myself here at ringside.”
VASSA: “I didn’t even know who you were before tonight.”
CASWELL: “That sounds more like a personal problem you have there, skip.”
Pulling Daniels back to his feet, Hewitt hits him in the chops with a European uppercut, followed by another and even a third! Wobbling back and forth on his feet, Daniels lunges forward and throws a punch for Hewitt’s head, missing as Hewitt sidesteps out of the way. Now facing Daniels’ back, Hewitt wraps him up from behind and then goes to life him for a German suplex, only to catch an elbow to the mouth before picking Daniels’ up. Not releasing his hold, Hewitt then goes to lift Daniels’ up once more but catches another elbow to the face, this time to the eye. Ripping away from Hewitt’s clutches, Daniels’ frees himself and takes off to the ropes as Hewitt holds a hand over his eye. Hitting the ropes and coming back hard on the rebound, Daniels’ lifts his leg as he closes in on Hewitt, driving his foot into Hewitt’s face and dropping him to his back with a running big boot.
VASSA: “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that Keith stole that move straight out of Antonio Brown’s arsenal from that time he kicked a kicker in the face.”
CASWELL: “This is a wrestling match, Vinny. Please stick to what you know, as little as that may be.”
VASSA: “You weren’t loved as a child, were you?”
With a newfound burst of energy, Daniels stomps across the ring, yelling expletives to Hewitt who rolls back and forth on his back. Stopping in his tracks, Daniels then looks over his shoulder and locks his sights on Hewitt who has now begun to push himself up. Turning around in the blink of an eye, Daniels then charges towards him and as he closes in on Hewitt who is now up to all fours, he kicks his foot up, driving it into Hewitt’s stomach and flipping him over to his back.
Turning to the nearby corner, Daniels then ascends to the middle ropes and leaps off, coming down on Hewitt’s chest with a double foot stomp. Stepping down from Hewitt’s body, Daniels then pulls him up from the mat and then lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Walking to the center of the ring with Hewitt on his shoulders, Daniels then drops him head first to the mat with a brainbuster from the fireman’s carry hold.

CASWELL: “That fireman’s carry into a brainbuster may have just sealed the deal.”
VASSA: “As much as I hate to say this, I think you may be right. Hewitt doesn’t appear to be getting up after that Final Verdict and Keith is now going for the pin!”
Crawling over Hewitt’s body, Daniels makes the cover as the official rushes over for the count.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!”

The scene cuts backstage to the main office where Perry Wallace and Kaysie Sherell stand together, their bodies pressed against each other, as they dance slowly to the sounds of Al Green. Red in the face, Perry can’t stop laughing as the two enjoy the moment. Taking Kaysie by the hand, Perry spins her. His grip slips as she stumbles backwards, falling away from him and crashing onto the soft cushions of the nearby sofa. Eye widened, Perry looks on in shock for a short moment before a look of relief comes over him after seeing she has landed safely on the sofa. For a short moment, the sounds of the music are all that fill the room before Kaysie bursts into laughter.
SHERELL: ”Nice moves there, slick!”
A saddened look appears in his eyes momentarily before he shrugs his shoulders and replies.
WALLACE: ”I never claimed to be a good dancer. You weren’t so graceful yourself, if I’m being honest.”
SHERELL: ”Oh, please. I am very graceful.”
Perry smirks as he glances in her direction, watching as she brushes the hair from her face with her hand.
WALLACE: ”Maybe in bed, but neither one of us can dance, at least like this. Twerking, you got me beat hands down! I will admit that you are better than me in that department.”
Laughing once again, Kaysie leans back against the sofa and stretches her arms across the top of the backrest.
SHERELL: ”If you say so, big boy. You got some moves in that department as well.”
Slowly nodding in agreement, Perry slowly approaches Kaysie as she watches from the sofa. Shaking his hips back and forth, he can barely keep a straight face before dropping down and sitting beside her.
WALLACE: ”Big boy? I love it when you call me big poppa! It’s starting to feel like we’re in Canada all over again!”
SHERELL: ”Slow down there, killer. Calm yourself, we still have a show to overlook.”
WALLACE: ”This show practically runs itself. We can lock the door right now and things would run like the machine they are.”
SHERELL: ”Is that so?”
WALLACE: ”You damn right it is!”
Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Perry pulls out a cookie still in its package.
SHERELL: ”How many of those have you eaten tonight?”
Perry hesitates for a moment as he thinks hard about the questions she asked.
WALLACE: ”Tonight? I don’t know, maybe two or three. I have been eating these things all day though. I love it when we have events in Colorado.”
SHERELL: ”I didn’t notice. That explains why the house we’re buying is here in Colorado.”
Turning to Kaysie with innocence in his eyes, Perry opens the plastic package and pulls out the cookie.
WALLACE: ”I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is a beautiful state and I couldn’t think of anywhere else for the two of us to start this new chapter in our lives together.”
SHERELL: ”If you say so, Perr-bear.”
Breaking off a piece of the cookie, Perry extends his arm and holds it in front of her face. Leaning her head forward, Kaysie opens wide to take the piece out of his hand but before she can, Perry pulls his hand away and pops the piece of cookie into his mouth.
WALLACE: ”Nope!”
With her arm already extended across the top of the sofa and behind him, Kaysie then smacks him in the back of the head.
SHERELL: ”That wasn’t very nice!”
WALLACE: ”You’re telling me! Since when is smacking someone in the back of the head considered nice? That was rude as fu–”
SHERELL: ”Don’t you curse at me!”
Kaysie says as she cuts him off mid-sentence and smacks him in the back of the head once more.
WALLACE: ”I knew I shouldn’t have given you a whole cookie to yourself earlier.”
SHERELL: ”You insisted, remember?”
Turning his attention back to Kaysie, Perry squints his eyes as he stares at the Queen.
WALLACE: ”Are you talking back to me?”
SHERELL: ”You heard me loud and clear.”
WALLACE: ”That’s it!”
Breaking off another piece of the cookie, Perry pops it into his mouth and then breaks off another, this time tossing towards Kaysie’s mouth. Crashing against her cheek, the cookie falls in between them to the couch as an irritated looks comes to Kaysie’s face.
SHERELL: ”Oh it’s on now you curly hea–”
WALLACE: ”Do not! Just because we’re not in Canada don’t think I won’t bend you over my knee right here and spank you!”
With a smile on her face, Kaysie reaches in between them and grabs the piece of cookie before holding it in front of her mouth.
SHERELL: ”You wouldn’t dare, Mr. President.”
She then pops the piece of cookie into her mouth and begins chewing as Perry looks on for a moment. After folding the open part of the wrapper over the rest of the package, Perry places it back into his inner pocket of his jacket.
WALLACE: ”You know I will and a part of me thinks that’s exactly what you want. So for the time being, refer to me as the Prime Minister of Canada.”
Cracking a smile, Kaysie shakes her head back and forth before a soft chuckle is heard.
WALLACE: ”Your ass is mine!”
Grabbing ahold of Kaysie, Perry pulls her body away from the backrest of the sofa and lays her across his lap.
WALLACE: ”By the power invested in me by the great land of bagged milk, I hereby punish you for your crime of having the greatest ass in all the land!”



At the sound of the bell, Kat and Lyza both exit the ring in their respective side of the ring. In the ring, Tara and the debuting Thirteen stare at each other from across the ring. Then, they both walk forward and lunge together to tie up. In a power struggle, Tara and Thirteen both jockey for position in the collar and elbow tie up. Quickly gaining an advantage, Thirteen places the Red Queen’s head into a headlock. Davidson quickly lands a few sharp elbows to her opponent’s side. As Thirteen loosens her grip around Davidson’s neck, Tara pushes Thirteen forward sending her into the ropes. As Thirteen rebounds, Tara extends her arm for a clothesline. Thirteen ducks the clothesline and quickly spins out landing a sharp backfist to Tara when she turns around.
VASSA: “What a beautiful backfist from Thirteen! I know that’s she’s been in 4 Corners Wrestling before, but it’s great to see her bring that unique style over to Adrenaline!”
CASWELL: “Are you actually happy to have a woman with more muscle mass than you on Adrenaline? We really don’t need to have something that… ugly gracing MY show!”
As Davidson rocks back from the intense backfist, she rests her back against the turnbuckle. Thirteen takes a few steps back before she runs forward and pulls a handspring before landing a sharp back elbow to Tara. The aggressive Thirteen pulls Tara out of the corner. She then pulls her down to a bent position using her hair. When Thirteen sets up the facebuster, Tara quickly spins out and is standing back up at her vertical base. Tara quickly lands a harsh kick to the stomach of Thirteen that causes her to bend over. Tara quickly scoops her up, and slams her down to the mat with an impressive body slam. With thirteen on the mat, Tara quickly lifts her opponent back up to her feet. Tara then forces her into her team’s corner, as she tags in one Kat Stevenson.

CASWELL: “… and here comes generic female bad ass Kat Stevenson. Gosh, I wonder what ‘bad ass’ things that Kat is going to do in this match.”
VASSA: “You have absolutely no respect for the women in this match do you?”
CASWELL: “I respect Tara, I mean have you seen the ass on that woman? I mean good god!”
As Kat enters the ring, Tara holds Thirteen back. Kat lands a sharp boot to the stomach of Thirteen as Davidson exits the ring. As Stevenson looks at Thirteen, she lands a harsh slap to her face. As the fans boo Kat, she takes hold of Thirteen’s right arm. Pulling hardly, she takes Thirteen out of the corner. Thirteen then shifts the momentum sending Kat towards the ropes. Kat rebounds off the ropes, and meets Thirteen who takes her off her feet, and over her shoulder with a back body drop. As Kat lays on the mat holding onto her back, Kat slowly begins to stand up from the mat. With Stevenson bent, Thirteen steps behind her and quickly drives her down to the mat with a bulldog! With Kat on the mat, Thirteen pushes her onto her back and covers her for the first pin-fall attempt of the match.


Kat quickly pushes her right shoulder off of the mat. Thirteen wastes no time getting up to her feet. Quickly, she heads over to her corner and tags her partner, Lyza Reyes, into the match for the first time. Lyza quickly enters the ring as Kat has started to make her way back up to her feet. Reyes runs over and knocks Kat back down to the mat with a sharp clothesline! Kat falls down to the mat, but is quickly back up to her vertical base. Then, she is knocked down once again with another sharp clothesline.

VASSA: “Lyza is on fiyah!”
CASWELL: “Did you seriously just mispronounce fire just to fit your own joke? See, this is why they didn’t allow you to do this show alone!”
With Kat standing back up to the mat, Lyza quickly jumps up and lands a sharp dropkick to the upper body of Kat. With both women down on the mat, Lyza quickly is back up to her vertical base. When Kat follows, Lyza lands a sharp shin kick to the right shin of Kat Stevenson. As Kat nurses her shin, Lyza moves over to the other side and lands another equally as stiff shot. Before Kat is able to react, Reyes quickly spins out and lands a sharp spin kick to the face of Kat that takes her down to the mat.
CASWELL: ”Lyza has some educated feet, that’s probably the best thing about the broad.”
VASSA: “You really are ridiculous. Lyza is one of the most gifted athletes in 4CW. She’s also one of the most beautiful since my Trishelle’s demise.”
Kat returns to her feet, only to be kicked in the gut by Lyza once again. With Kat bent over, Lyza runs towards the ropes near the Stevenson/Davidson corner. When Lyza hits the ropes and tries to run back, Tara reaches in and takes hold of her hair causing her to fall down to the mat. As the fans boo heavily, Kat walks over and quickly pulls Lyza up to her feet. Stevenson wraps her arm around the neck of Reyes before taking her down to the mat with a beautiful side effect. Kat quickly covers her as the referee falls down to the mat.


Lyza throws her shoulder up from the mat as Kat is visibly angry. She quickly stands up from the mat, and takes Lyza back up to her feet. Kat quickly wraps her arms around the waist of Lyza and sets up for a Northern lights suplex. Before she is able to lift Reyes up, Lyza quickly reaches up and drops down to her knees, causing Kat’s head to bounce off of hers with a jawbreaker! As Kat walks back, it gives Lyza a chance to make her way back to her feet. Suddenly, Lyza charges towards Kat with her arm extended out. Kat quickly ducks underneath the arm of Lyza which leads Kat to run to the ropes on the opposing side. As she rebounds, she extends her arm out as well. Suddenly, Lyza does the same leading to both women taking each other down with a double lariat!
CASWELL: “Well, you know both of these boards are used to being on their knees. That’s right, you heard it from AC first!”
With both women down on the mat, the referee looks on ready to administer the knock-out count. Before he is able to start, Tara Davidson springs into the ring and grabs hold of her partner’s hand. Dragging Kat into the corner, Tara exits the ring and then reaches down and tags in herself.
VASSA: “I guess if you want something done right..”
CASWELL: “Tara has to do it herself. God, this women is amazing!”
Tara enters the ring and grabs onto the leg of Lyza, who has started to crawl over to her corner. Lyza is able to shift her body weight and get onto her back. Using her free leg, she kicks Tara in the stomach hard enough to get her to let go of her leg. Reyes quickly goes into the corner and tags in her partner, the fresh Thirteen.
CASWELL: “… and here comes the number!”
As Thirteen enters the ring, she charges towards Tara who has begun to get back up to her feet. Thirteen takes Tara down with a running knee to the chest. Tara is shocked, but quickly begins to make her way back up to her feet when Thirteen wraps her arm around her neck and takes her down to the mat with a rolling ddt! Thirteen then mounts her and begins to reign down heavy shots to the face of one half of the tag team champions. Before Tara is able to defend herself, Kat comes into the ring and lands a sharp superkick to the back of Thirteen’s head.
CASWELL: “No, I missed it just like everything that Phantasma does.”
As Thirteen falls down to the mat, Kat takes a few steps back. When she turns around she is shocked to see Lyza Reyes leaping from the top turnbuckle landing on top of her with the “Dreamcatcher” diving crossbody! As Lyza rolls off of Stevenson, she is quickly turned around and is kicked in the gut by Tara Davidson. Tara quickly grabs hold of Lyza’s hair before jumping up, and drilling her face first in the mat with the facebuster known as the “face lift”.
CASWELL: ”The Face Lift! I think Tara just made Lyza a solid six after that move!”
VASSA: “You’re joking right? Lyza has always been gorgeous!”
CASWELL: “She was a three before, now she’s about a six on the AC bang scale.”
As Tara stands up from the mat, she is quickly turned around by Thirteen who is back to her feet. Thirteen quickly sets up and delivers her patented exploder suplex known as “the thirteenth nervous breakdown” on Tara. With Tara on the mat, Thirteen quickly goes over to her and covers her.

Tara quickly throws her right shoulder off of the mat. Thirteen takes a deep breath as she stares at the referee for a moment. She then makes her way up to her feet and backs away as she waits for Tara to make her way back to her feet. When Tara is up, Thirteen runs towards her in preparation for her finishing move, “Coming Up Roses”. When Thirteen jumps into the air with her leg for the move, Tara pushes her up causing her to completely move over Tara and land on her bum on the mat.
VASSA: “That was a big miscalculation by Thirteen!”
CASWELL: “You can’t make a mistake like that against the Red Queen. Tara is deadly, and I have a feeling she’s about to prove it!”
As Thirteen makes her way back up to her feet, Tara quickly runs over to the ropes. She rebounds and throws her legs up into the air, landing the “Good Night Kiss” on the back of Thirteen’s head. As Thirteen falls down to the mat, Tara covers her as the referee goes down for the count.

As the sounds of “Adrenalize” by In This Moment fill the arena, Tara stands up from the mat and has her hand raised by the referee. As she smirks, Mike Power’s voice can be heard.
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, Kat Stevenson and Tara Davidson!”
Kat then enters the ring as she and Tara begin to intensely stare each other down. As the two exchange words, Tara chuckles as she walks past Kat and rolls out of the ring beginning to walk towards the stage.
VASSA: “I’m really starting to think that these two don’t really like each other.”
CASWELL: “What gave that away you plebe? Whether they get along or not, they were victorious tonight. However, I’m pretty sure that this isn’t the last time we’ll see Tara and Kat in the ring together.”
The camera focuses in on Kat who is shaking her head as the scene fades out.

We head to the backstage area here in the Pepsi Center where veteran interviewer Gabriel Hartman can be seen standing with his microphone in hand. Gabriel is standing in front of a backdrop with the 4CW logo on it. The cameraman gives Gabriel the signal and his raises the microphone up to his lips.
HARTMAN: ”We just witnessed the conclusion of a very competitive tag team match featuring one half of the 4CW World Tag Team Champions Tara Davidson. However my guest at this time is her husband and tag team partner. Jason P. Davidson.”
The camera pans back to show Jason who is wearing an orange number 18 Peyton Manning jersey along with his ring gear. Jason has his half of the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts proudly displayed over his right shoulder.
HARTMAN: ”Earlier tonight we witnessed the brawl between you and Jason Cashe out of the parking lot. I think it’s safe to say if left to your own devices you and Cashe would have murdered each out there.”
JPD: ”That was the plan Gab. Cashe and the Unstable are a disease that is infecting 4CW and unlike all these other people that just talk a good game. Superman here is the only one that’s actively taking the fight to the Unstable whether it be one on one or three on the one. What you saw earlier is just a sample serving of what Unstable and Cashe have coming to them.”
HARTMAN: ”I have to ask…did you suffer any injuries out there during your brawl with Jason Cashe?”
JPD: ”Injuries? Are you kidding me Gab?!”
Jason raises his right hand into the air and begins pounding his fist against his chest as hard as he possibly can. The smirk on his face is as wide as the day is long all while he adjusts the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belt on his shoulder.
JPD: ”You’re talking to the man of motherfucking steel. The day hasn’t arrived when Jason Cashe all by his little lonesome could ever put me out of action. I’m fit as a fucking fiddle and I’m ready to go.”
HARTMAN: ”You’ll have the quite the challenge ahead of you as you go one on one with former XTV Champion and the man that wants to make 4CW Great Again in Bryan Laughlin.”
JPD: ”Challenge? No, what you’re going to see out there tonight is a fight. What you’re going witness is two bulls going 100 mph as they collide head on until one of them isn’t able to stand anymore. I’m a prizefighter, a well oiled machine, and the perfect vision of what 4CW needs to be. Bryan’s going to find out first hand when I take what I started out there tonight with Cashe and finish it with him.”
Gabriel goes to say something else but it cut off when he is interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. It’s none other than Lorenz Black. Gabriel gives a wide eyed look to the Black Hulk of Uprising.
CHANCE: ”I mean really, Perry. I was expecting a much better spread in the back. When the big fella gets angry…he’s not easy to reign in.”
Jason darts his icy glare from Chance to Lorenz, ready for what may come next. Gabriel snaps to and seizes the opportunity.
HARTMAN: ”Well, it’s definitely Adrenaline’s pleasure to have the number one contenders for the 4cw Tag Champion-”
Chance puts a finger over Gabriel’s mouth.
CHANCE: ”Save all the niceties and introductions, even the potheads of Denver know who we are. The motherfuckin’ Black Republicans. We’re here Jason because WE’RE the future of 4cw and as the adage goes…to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man. I had to come check out the man live and in color. From my view, the man ain’t shit!”
Jason takes a step forward and takes the belt off of his shoulder. Lorenz steps in between him. Jason sizes the big man up!
JPD: ”It’s funny cause my dance card was filled tonight boys but seeing as you’re here in front of me right now flapping your gums during my interview time. I take that as that you’re looking for a fight. You want to tug on Superman’s cape? We don’t have to wait until Ante Up. We can do this right here, right now. So why don’t the both of you come at me right now. I want to at least be able to work up a sweat.”
Jason drops his 4CW World Tag Team Championship and gestures for both men to bring it on but Chance just smiles as he extends his arm to keep Lorenz back.
CHANCE: ”Today isn’t the day and that’s a good thing for you. We don’t want any chinks in Superman’s armor. It’s bad enough you carry the dead weight of Tara.”
The comment hits JPD hard and he furrows his eyebrows.
CHANCE: ”Awwww, didn’t think we knew about the soft spot? Didn’t think I would go there JPD? Let me give you a quick lesson in Republican logic. Go out there and work your ass off for what you want! Oh…and lie, cheat and steal.”
Chance taps Lorenz and he steps to the side, allowing Chance to stand face to face with JPD.
CHANCE: ”The 4CW Tag Team titles will be coming to Uprising. History will be made on July 27th and Superman will be defeated. Your kryptonite is your partner JPD, your dear Tara. We will isolate the Cancer…and cut it the fuck out!!”
Chance shoulders past a seething JPD and Lorenz chuckles in tow. Gabriel just stands there holding his microphone in shock as JPD picks up his half of the 4CW Tag Team Championship belts.


POWERS: “The following no holds barred 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!”
The cameras dart back and forth around the audience trying to find him. 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 collects the 4CW XTV Championship from the chair beside him, tosses it over his shoulder, and begins his walk down to the ring.
POWERS: “And now, fighting out of Philadelphia, PA by way of Heyuan, Guangdong, China. Weighing in at one hundred seventy pounds, he is the 4CW XTV Champion, 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 then hands off the XTV Championship and takes off his hoodie and proceeds to fold it and hands it off to a ring hand as well. 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.

VASSA: “Just two weeks ago Sonny Lee captured the XTV Championship with an impressive win over two time XTV champion, Bryan Laughlin.”
CASWELL: “Even though I wasn’t here to see that match in person, I will go on the record and say that it was in fact an outstanding match. Sonny Lee has only been in 4CW for a short time, a little longer than myself, and the two of us are making waves from the start.”
VASSA: “Jesus Christ Cassie, you really need to lay off yourself.”
CASWELL: “Lighten up, Vinny. The people pay their hard earned money to hear someone like myself call the matches who actually knows a thing or two about wrestling.”
VASSA: “And I don’t?!”
CASWELL: “You said it, not me.”
VASSA: “That’s it, I’ve had about enough of you! I don’t know if you knew this but we have actual wrestlers who step in between those ropes in front of us. It’s your job to call the action in the ring. No one gives a flying fuck what you have to say about yourself.”
CASWELL: “Tell us how you really feel, Vin. You act like you’re all for the action in the ring but the only thing I’ve noticed tonight is the fact that you want to establish a dominance here at the booth. Now, I’m not a pushover like your pal Steve, I do have a voice and it will be heard, whether you like it or not.”
VASSA: “Just call the damn action in the ring!”
CASWELL: “That’s what I intend to do as a matter of fact. This no holds barred contest isn’t going to call itself.”
In the center of the ring, the official looks to the corner where Jace bounces back and forth, keeping himself loose. After giving the official a quick nod, Jace stops his movement as the official turns to check in with Sonny. Before the official can even ask if Sonny is ready, Jace zips right on by and charges Sonny, catching him off guard in the corner. Throwing an overhead right hand, Jace connects with the brutal blow to Sonny’s head, knocking him back against the corner. As Jace unloads on Sonny, the official quickly calls for the bell.

Pounding his fists into Sonny’s body, Jace leaves Sonny no room for escape. Locking onto Sonny’s head with one hand, Jace then draws back with the other and delivers a power punch to Sonny’s forehead, knocking him against the corner once more. With his arms draped over the top ropes, Sonny holds himself up in the corner as Jace then transitions his attack to forearm shots to the Sonny’s face.
CASWELL: “Jace isn’t even giving the little man a chance to defend himself.”
VASSA: “Sonny is the XTV Champion. You don’t give a man who holds that belt the chance to defend themselves!”
Locking onto Sonny’s wrist, Jace pulls Sonny away from the corner and uses all of his weight to whip the little man across the ring. Following behind, Jace chases Sonny towards the corner. Leaping forward, Sonny plants both hands on the top ropes of the corner and pushes himself straight up, launching himself into the air and over Jace as Jace crashes into the corner. Landing on his feet, Sonny looks up to Jace who is now stumbling backwards after crashing hard against the corner.
Stepping forward, Sonny then kicks his foot directly into the back of Jace’s knee, taking his leg out from under him and dropping him to the other knee. Grabbing Jace by the head, Sonny then pulls it back, forcing Jace to look straight upward to the ceiling. Drawing his other hand back, Sonny then slams it down, striking Jace across the throat with a chop. Jace quickly latches onto his throat with both hands as he gasps for air and turns red in the face.

VASSA: “Sonny could have crushed Jace’s windpipe with that chop across the throat.”
CASWELL: “Maybe he did. That’s the risk these wrestlers take when stepping into a no holds barred match.”
Dropping down to all fours, Jace keeps his body elevated from the canvas. Taking a small step back, Sonny then steps forward and kicks Jace’s right arm out from under him, forcing the weight of his body to crash down as his face slams against the canvas. Pulling Jace up from the mat, Sonny quickly turns him around and begins pulverizing his midsection with a fury of fist strikes. After landing a fierce blow to the stomach, Sonny forces Jace to lunge over and as he does, Sonny drives his knee upward, planting it directly in the center of Jace’s face. Jace’s feet shoot up from the mat as his body flies backwards, slamming into the nearby corner.
CASWELL: “Call me crazy, but I think Jace forgot to show up.”
VASSA: “He’s right there in the ring!”
CASWELL: “It was a figure of speech, Vinny. Come on man, you’re killing me here!”
Sonny then shuffles to the center of the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Jace holding himself up in the corner. Taking off from standstill, Sonny charges towards the corner, leaping into the air and nailing Jace with an enzuigiri to the face. Dropping down to his feet, Sonny steps out of the way, leaving a path for Jace to stumble forward, leaving the corner but also remaining on his feet. Climbing the corner, Sonny then stands at the top, waiting patiently as Jace finally comes to a stop not far from the center of the ring. Jace then slowly turns around and as he does, Sonny leaps from the top of the corner and goes for flying spinning heel kick.
CASWELL: “This is going to end terri–“
VASSA: “Sonny misses!”
Rolling out of the way, Jace avoids the kicks to the head as Sonny lands perfectly on his feet. Looking over his shoulder, Sonny watches Jace as he slowly pushes himself up. Turning around to face Jace, Sonny locks eyes with him and then slowly raises his hand, waving his fingers back and forth, signaling for Jace to approach him.
Furious, Jace slams his hands against the canvas and then pops up to his feet before running wildly across the ring and charging Sonny. Swinging with all of his might, Jace lunges forward and goes straight for Sonny’s head. Side stepping Jace, Sonny takes him down to the mat face first with a drop toe hold. Jace’s head smacks the mat with a thud before bouncing off. Back on his feet, Sonny then turns to the ropes behind him and takes off. After coming back on the rebound, Sonny jumps up from the mat and aims his feet in front of him, driving both into the side of Jace’s head with a dropkick.
Elevating himself up from the mat with a kip up, Sonny is once again on his feet. Standing back and waiting patiently, Sonny looks on as Jace slowly begins to push himself up from the mat. Slowly rocking his body back and forth, Sonny keeps his eyes locked on Jace. Just as Jace finally pushes himself up from the mat, Sonny then takes two steps while rotating his body before launching himself into the air. Spinning in mid-air, Sonny connects with a five-forty crescent kick to the side of Jace’s head, dropping him back down to the canvas.

CASWELL: “Damn, the Karate Kid has some moves!”
VASSA: “That would be Sonny’s five-forty and this thing is over with!”
CASWELL: “Well isn’t that a clever name for a five-forty crescent kick.”
VASSA: “I can’t think of too many others who could pull that move off.”
CASWELL: “I mean it’s no quadruple moonsault, but it gets the job done.”
With Jace out cold and flat on his back, Sonny quickly makes the cover as the official slides in with the count.

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

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. 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.
“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.
VASSA: “Well looka’here … Jair Hopkins, who is fresh out of victory lane from last Adrenaline as he took down Ultra Lyza for that final spot in the Ante Up Fatal-Fourway Iron Man Match.”
CASWELL: “Yeah well what is he out here for?”
VASSA: “Your guess is as good as mines, pal!”
Hopkins getting a grand ovation from the Denver crowd, he bows a few times to the crowd, sporting a Von Miller #58 Denver Broncos jersey. Walking around the ring briefly with a microphone already in hand, he looks into the rafters of the Pepsi Center, smiling away. He made his way back to the center of the ring, as he looked down towards the canvas for a moment. He then looked up, again with a smile.
The crowd again cheers for him loudly.
HOPKINS: “Love that! Look, I’m not out here to waste ya’ll time. I come out to speak on the inevitable, ya’ feel me? Last show, that was closer than I wanted it to be but Lyza came with that high heat and she was pouring it on thick. Brian too but you know, the hustle, the grind, the commitment, the choice to never fail, it helped me through … and NOW I’M BACK!!!”
Hopkins walks over towards the farthest corner, hopping onto the turnbuckle and taking a seat, chilling there.
HOPKINS: “I get another opportunity to get that almighty 4CW Title and hoist it around my waist once more. Dakota’s run has to end and that it will come on the twenty-seventh. Dakota did put me down but he forgot to put me down for good. He left the objective unfinished and now it’s payback for that bald-headed bitch!”
VASSA: “Hopkins hard-headed. He damn near got his brain squashed by the wrath of Dakota. Now he calling for payback?”
CASWELL: “We’re in Colorado. He’s high. He’s not making sense.”
HOPKINS: “All the talk has been how Unstable is going to walk out as the winner. Unstable is outnumbered in this contest. Omerta for that fact too. Jett … we all know about Jett. So I mean come on yo … the decision is easy. CJ got that ‘yapper’ but what else? What else does he have, let me know fam..”
The fans steady cheering for Hopkins as he waited for someone to tell him otherwise. The crowd was hype and then…
“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.
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. His attention turns to Hopkins in the ring. He makes his way underneath the ropes and enters the ring, immediately demanding a microphone as his eyes stay on Hopkins.
CASWELL: “Business has picked up. CJ O’Donnell is out here.”
VASSA: “He’s pissed!”
CASWELL: “Isn’t that always?”
Hopkins hops down off the turnbuckle ropes as he simply laughs at CJ, taking nothing serious at this point. Sporting a smile, he then leaned into the corner, going back into rest mode. As CJ leans against the turnbuckle he begins to speak.
O’DONNELL: “Hoppy may I call you that? It is kind of funny you come out here talking about how we are outnumbered yet all I see is an even playing field. This is a fatal fourway iron man match. I see no teams or alliances in this match. All I see are four hungry people trying to leave as 4CW champion!”
As O’Donnell begins to look around at fans in attendance you hear a small chant of “Unstable sucks” in the background.

O’DONNELL: “So you can come out here trying to be the hero but we know your kryptonite is Dakota. He has your number as he has whooped that ass countless times. It is kind of like watching a match between Chris Madison and Jett Wilder really. So go ahead and make false claims all you want about how Unstable will not leave Ante Up as 4CW Champion. All I know is by the end of the night Unstable will be standing tall.”
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.
VASSA: “It looks like Jett Wilder is in the building tonight.”
As Jett bounces up the steps stopping. CJ has a look of disgust on his face as Hopkins is just shaking his head like who invited this fool.
O’DONNELL: “No one invited the Boy Scout to come out so go back to the back and continue to suck on Wallace’s taint.”
Jett walks out noticeably without his mother and security team seeming to have a false sense of safety out here. The two men in the ring don’t look happy to see him but none the less Wilder walks his way down to the ring and rushes up the steps before jumping over the ropes to show off. Reaching down and grabbing a mic on the side of the ring.
WILDER: “Stop all this talking you two, nobody cares about your involvement in this match. Jair no offense man but how many times have you been beaten when it counted most? Jason beat you like ten times, Dakota has beaten you several times. You’re known for being second fiddle and in this match? You may not even be third fiddle. Speaking of third fiddle what about CJ…You realize that if you were taken away from Unstable the team wouldn’t be any different right? The Ninja may very well be more well known than you. You have always been the after thought in that group just like you are in this match. I am a nineteen year old, Future Amazing Great. I am only getting better and better, you can bring up my losses to Madison all you want. But the sky is the limit for my talent. Jair, you’ve peaked. CJ you are so overshadowed in your own group that you’ll never be a star.”
Wilder being rather confident but also seeming to have his body ready in case he needs to run away, if CJ or Jair make any quick movements.
WILDER: “Dakota doesn’t fear you guys, he knows he can beat you both. He doesn’t know that he can beat me, why do you think he’s been leaving me threats every single week? Cause he’s trying to get in my head. I don’t see him doing that to you guys. I am the dark horse in this match but at the end of the day I am the one these fans are buying tickets to see and I am the one that will walk out with the title. Because you two can’t beat me, and I am already scaring Dakota Smith! I mean where is he? He’s hiding right now I bet.”
O’DONNELL: “It’s funny people call me egotistical and arrogant yet Jett you seem to be tooting your own horn too much. You honestly thinks it bothers me that I am overshadowed in Unstable by the success Cashe and Madison have had in 4CW. I have no problem lurking in those shadows because in the last two months at Adrenaline I have defeated both yourself and Dakota. Go ahead and claim it was a tag match but guess what it is still a win in the record books. Atleast Hoppy over there knows when to keep his mouth shut.”
On cue, Hopkins look over towards CJ, gritting his teeth as he brings his microphone back up to his mouth, putting up his right index finger, halting anymore words from O’Donnell’s mouth.
HOPKINS: “Hol’ up, son! Put some “respek” on my damn name, ya’ heard?”
The crowd echoes with a bit of laughter from the infamous phrase.
HOPKINS: “First off, Jett. It’s good to see you finally come out without your “Entourage”. You got your ‘Big Boy’ pants and boots on, you don’t need no back-up. Uh-huh, I see you, real clear. Talk till your lips fall off but the day you actually walk and back up your words will be the day I listen to ya. Yeah, I might’ve loss a few to Cashe and Dakota might’ve damn near committed a homicide out of me but one thing I never do is stay down. Still I rise, the famed Maya Angelou stated. The day I’m out the 4CW Title picture is the day I’m either retired or dead. Neither are likely at this point. Point is, Jett, CJ, is the fact you can’t keep a good man down.”
The fans clap for Hopkins as he eyes both men in the ring.
HOPKINS: “Since Lord Dakota, as you say Jett, is “scared” of you, I guess he’s not going to partake in this ‘lovely’ gathering. That’s cool, we can give these fans a three-way preview. I’m down for a fight. I got nothing better to do, boys!”
Hopkins drops his microphone as he preps himself, getting out of the Broncos jersey, tossing it to the crowd before putting his hands up. The folks in the arena, hyped and excited, seemingly wanting what Hopkins wanted, a preview.
VASSA: “Hopkins ready to throwdown!”
CASWELL: “And take yet another L!”
And then the lights go out…
VASSA: “Uhm, The fuck?”
CASWELL: “Are the hairs on the back of your neck standing up to Vassa?”
The arena is covered in complete darkness, not a single man in the ring can barely see a few inches in front of them. After a few moments the lights pop back and and the crowd erupts in a mix reaction of cheers and boos. The three men in the ring also look to be a bit shocked as they stare at the man who was now standing tall in the middle of the ring. That man was Dakota Smith, his head was aimed downwards in an almost dead like fashion and his left arm was holding his 4CW championship high. There is a stillness in the pepsi center as the fans go quiet. A small, yet sinister smirk grows on the face of Dakota as he lashes out – smashing his 4CW championship across the skull of Jair Hopkins with great force. Jair goes flying backwards, his body hanging limply against the ropes.
VASSA: “Jesus Christ won’t save these boys bud. ”
Like they were snapping out of a trance CJ and Jett comprehend what had just happen and quickly jump on Dakota. Jett grabs Dakota from behind as CJ starts to strike at his forehead, but the deranged animal known as Dakota Smith isn’t done yet. He kicks his foot out booting CJ directly in the gut before kicking his leg back with nasty intentions. Dakota’s heel connects directly with Jett’s groin as the young man lets out squeal before falling down to ground holding his testicals. Dakota then leaps at CJ and grabs his by the face, viciously biting down on the Irish man’s cheek falling down to ground holding his testicals. Dakota then leaps at CJ , grabing his face in.the process and, viciously biting down on the Irish man’s cheek. CJ screams out in horror but the deranged look in Dakota’s eyes never leave. He shows no remorse as he rips some flesh off of CJs face and then spits it back at him. The butcher then grabs ahold of CJ’s head and puts it in between his legs. Dakota locks up CJ’s arms in a double underhook and lifts him up in the air before violently piledriving his skull down into the mat
VASSA: “This man is a god damn cannibal, poor CJ – he was so pretty. ”
CASWELL: “I’m sure that Manson Family Driver felt none the better. !”
Dakota turns his attention back to Jett, quickly bolts over to him and leaps up in the air landing a devastating look double foot stomp direct to Jett’s chest. Dakota then over and wraps his hand around Jett’s throat. He lifts him up in the air almost in a deadlift and chokeslams him on the lifeless body of CJ, piling them up. He then laughs to himself for a moment before walking over to the recovering Jair Hopkins – who is using the ropes to hold himself up. Dakota grabs Jair by the hair and cracks him directly in the forehead with a headbutt, busting them both open as he does so. As the blood starts to flow down the two mens face Dakota drags Jair over to where Jett and CJ are still laid out. He shoves Jair’s head underneath his arm and lifts him up in a fisherman suplex before slamming him hard with a spinebuster on top of the other two men.
With a vile and twisted smile on his face Dakota gazes down at three men, his rotting, blood covered, teeth showing from behind his lips. He runs his tongue around his lips, savoring the flavor of his own blood mixed with CJ’s. The butcher then walks over to where his 4CW championship lays on the mat and picks it up, along with a microphone. He glances back down at the pile of men and then back up at the audience. He brings the microphone up to his lips but pauses for a moment, a rage filled snarl comes across as he face as he begins to speak.
SMITH: ”…My name is Dakota Smith…. And I am YOUR 4CW CHAMPION…And this? This is what happens when you try to take whats mine, this is what happens when you put my name in your fuckin’ mouth! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH A GOD!”
Dakota tries to regain control over himself as his head violently jerks and twitches. He lets out a rather monstrous roar before spitting on the downed bodies, Jair taking most of it. Dakota then seemingly snaps out of it as a bolt of maniacal laughter shoots through him. He crouches down next to the bodies so that he is somewhat talking to all of them…
SMITH: ”I want you all to remember, that when you step into this ring… You are stepping into my crime scene, and to me. You’re all nothing but chalk-outlines. I am your 4CW Champion, and nothing you pathetic-ass maggots do will change that. I’m going to walk into Ante up with this championship, and i’m going to exit in the same exact fashion. Welcome to hell boys, I hope you enjoy your fluckin’ stay
The Butcher pops back up to his feet, chuckling to himself for a moment before holding his championship high up in the air for the whole world to see. After a few moments his hand drops to his side and he gives the pile of bodies one last stiff kick before making his way out of the ring. As Dakota walks down the ramp paramedics swarm past him, Dakota turns around and just smiles.

“Owww fucking WALL! You seeing me walking here! Hahaha!”
As the cameras cut backstage, Jason Cashe is stoned off his ass. Walking into the wall, he grabs hold of the door latch to his locker room. Not knowing any better, one might see him as being drunk but he wasn’t a drinker. This was a night of indulging in various high grade marijuana. Smacking he cussed at the empty space of being alone.
CASHE: “Thirsty as fuck!”
Wobbling into the room, he flips on the lights. Psyche hadn’t made the trip with him this time. She was doing her own thing and tonight was about the other lady in his life. Mary Jane. Stopping, his body stiffens up as he stares at the center of the room.
CASHE: “A present? For Meeeeee!? Hahaha Did Kat bake me some brownies?”
Hurrying to grab the small box off the chair it sat on he rips the ribbon off it. Pulling the lid off the box, Cashe moves the stuffing aside. His jaw drops open as he slowly raises a Model Toy Short Bus from the box. Letting everything but the toy fall to the ground, it was spray painted black just as his bus had been colored. He didn’t need to see any notes if there was one to be found. He knew who did this…
CASHE: “This motherfucker…”
Slamming the toy Short Bus down into the locker room floor, it broke into a few pieces as Cashe twirls around. His high seems to have been killed some as he hurries out of the room. Into the hall, he shoves the camera out of his way.
CASHE: “The wheels on the bus go round and round, so does Karma…:


VASSA: “Here’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen!”
CASWELL: “What’s that? You turning in your resignation?”
VASSA: “You wish pretty-boy! I am and will always be the voice of 4CW!”
CASWELL: “I wouldn’t be so su–“
CASWELL: “Wait a da–“
VASSA: “You wait a damn second! I’ve been looking forward to this next match the entire night! Now you just sit there and shut it! Cyrus Riddle returns to a 4CW ring after being on the shelf for over a month!”
CASWELL: “He was at the last Adrenaline if you remember. He did set a bus on fire.”
VASSA: “He did and now he’s stepping back into the ring! I don’t know who attacked him a few shows back, but the man has returned!”
CASWELL: “I think it’s pretty obvious who attacked him. I think everyone knows who was behind the attack and Unstable being the blame.”
VASSA: “You don’t know that! No one does!”
CASWELL: “Wake up you idiot! It was Unstable clear as day!”
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.
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Suddenly, the guitar riff breaks into the song chorus as Cyrus Riddle emerges from behind the curtain.
“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 rais 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.
”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.
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, he is “The Archetype,” “The Epitome of Excellence,” and “Cy the Impaler” … CYRUUUUUS RRIIIIIIIDDLLE!!!”
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, removing his sunglasses and trenchcoat while an unnerving smirk forms on his face.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“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. 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: “Cyrus Riddle versus Brian Hollywood!”
CASWELL: “This will be number two for these gentlemen as they’ve faced off once before when Adrenaline held the tournament to name a challenger for the 4CW Championship at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: “You’re absolutely right, Adrian.”
CASWELL: “I know, I know, I’m always right.”
VASSA: “Then tell us who won their first match!”
CASWELL: “That’s easy. Brian Hollywood ended up winning. Shortly after Cyrus became one half of the Tag Team Champions, only to turn around and lose again to Hollywood, that time losing the belts in the process.”
VASSA: “Anyone can do a bunch of research before coming out here to make themselves look good.”
CASWELL: “I don’t have to make myself look good, I just do.”
VASSA: “So counting the tag match, Hollywood has two wins over Cyrus in 4CW.”
CASWELL: “They always say that the third time is a charm.”
VASSA: “But for who? Will Brian keep the streak alive against Cyrus or can Cyrus finally get a win over the man who took half the gold from around his waist?”
CASWELL: “That’s the million dollar question.”
In the center of the ring, the official checks with Cyrus in the corner who stares back at him for a short moment before giving him a slow nod. Turning to Hollywood, the official doesn’t wait long before getting a nod from him as well. With both men ready for action, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

The sound of the bell echoes throughout the arena as both Cyrus and Brian step away from their corners and slowly approach each other. Meeting in the center of the ring, the two stand toe to toe, staring into one another’s eyes as the sounds of the electric crowd grow louder and louder. Stepping away from one other, the two then circle each other for a short moment before shooting in and locking up.
Taking control from the start, Brian overpowers Cyrus and pulls his upper-body downward, driving his knee upward and planting it into Cyrus’ chest. Wrapping his arm around Cyrus’ head, Hollywood pulls it against his body and applies a side headlock, cranking down with tremendous amounts of pressure. Fighting to break free, Cyrus plants his hand onto Hollywood’s lower back, pushing him away and freeing himself from the headlock. Running to the ropes, Hollywood then comes back on the rebound and as he closes in, he drops Cyrus to his back with a shoulder block.
Popping back up to his feet instantly, Cyrus then turns to the ropes and takes off. As he hits them and comes back with even more speed on the rebound, Cyrus goes for a shoulder block of his own but gets put on his back as Hollywood stands his ground and maintains his footing. Leaping over Cyrus’ body, Hollywood races towards the ropes, leaving Cyrus to begin pushing himself up from the canvas. Hitting the ropes, Hollywood returns just as Cyrus gets to one knee, leveling him with a running knee to the face.

CASWELL: “Third time is a charm and with that, Brian Hollywood has put Cyrus on his back once again!”
VASSA: “Things are only getting started between the two, calm down.”
CASWELL: “Things are only getting started in good fashion for Brian.”
Pulling Cyrus up from the canvas, Hollywood lays a crushing right to the side of his head, knocking him back a step and off balance. Moving in with swiftness, Hollywood then plants his left fist into Cyrus’ chest, followed by a another right to the side of the dome. Popping his right foot up from the mat, Hollywood connects with a stinging kick to the side of Cyrus’ thigh and finishes off the quick combination with a left kick to the gut. Turning to the ropes beside them, Hollywood takes off and hits them hard before coming back and wrapping Cyrus up, driving him into the canvas with a spear.
VASSA: “I don’t know if Cyrus is still feeling the pains from that attack but Brian seems to be putting him in his place right here from the jump.”
CASWELL: “We know the man has been wounded. Brian is just like a shark with the smell of blood in the water.”
Already on top of Cyrus, Hollywood rotates his body to cross over Cyrus’ before hooking his leg and going for the pin.

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Cyrus breaks the pin before the two count. Shaking his head in displeasure, Hollywood then pushes himself up and pulls Cyrus up shortly after. Locking onto Cyrus’ wrist, Hollywood then goes to whip him to the ropes but before he can release, Riddle reverses and whips Hollywood to them instead. As Hollywood comes back on the rebound, Cyrus steps into him, hitting him underneath the chin with a European uppercut. With Hollywood stopped in his tracks, Cyrus then hits him with a second and third European uppercut, nearly putting him down. As Hollywood staggers back and forth, Cyrus then steps in and lifts him onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry before dropping him across his knee with a neckbreaker.
CASWELL: “That was quite the maneuver right there if I do say so myself.”
VASSA: “It’s always fun watching Cyrus in the ring because you never quite know what sort of moves he may cook up on the fly.”
Pushing himself up from one knee, Cyrus looks down at Hollywood momentarily before dropping down and driving a knee into his neck. Standing tall, Cyrus then drives another knee into Hollywood’s neck before delivering a third.
CASWELL: “Is he going to do everything three times tonight?”
VASSA: “Maybe he will! You seem to be caught up on the number three.”
CASWELL: “Maybe it’s some sort of sign.”
Reaching down and locking onto Hollywood’s arm, Cyrus pulls him up to his feet but gets caught by surprise as Hollywood rips his arm away and wraps him up around the waist. Driving Cyrus backwards across the ring, Hollywood slams Cyrus into the corner, forcing Riddle to look up to the ceiling as he releases a painful sigh. Unloading with a flurry of lefts and rights, Hollywood begins pounding on Cyrus’ ribs like a mad man.
After knocking the air from Cyrus’ lungs, Brian then lifts him up and sits him on top of the corner before reaching up and hitting him across the head with a couple more punches. Planting one hand onto Cyrus’ chest, Hollywood then plants the other on his stomach before lifting Cyrus up from the corner and over his head, throwing him across the ring. Crashing hard on his back in the center of the ring, Cyrus rolls up to an upright position, leaving his back open for attack as Hollywood charges in and kicks him between the shoulders.

VASSA: “DAMN the sound of that kick could be heard throughout the entire arena!”
CASWELL: “The look on Cyrus’ face right now pretty much explains the amount of pain he’s feeling. He looks miserable.”
VASSA: “Kind of like me sitting here with you at the booth.”
Running past Cyrus, Hollywood hits the ropes in front of him and then comes back with a running big boot to Cyrus’ face, laying him out flat on his back. Dropping down to his knees, Cyrus then makes the cover again as the official races over for the count.

Kicking his legs up into the air, Cyrus breaks up the pin, leaving Hollywood baffled as he looks down and shakes his head back and forth. Pushing himself away from Cyrus, Hollywood then stands to his feet but out of nowhere, Riddle spins his body around and hits Hollywood in the back of the legs with his, sweeping his legs out from under him and dropping him to his back. The two then race to get to their feet, both men finally standing at the exact same time.
Lunging forward, Hollywood throws an overhead right but Riddle fends it off and counters with a kick to the stomach. Lunging over from the breath taking kick, Hollywood leaves his head open for Riddle to lock his arm around it and drop down, driving his head into the canvas with a DDT.

CASWELL: “Tell me how that canvas tasted Mr. Executive!”
VASSA: “It would have probably been a bit better with a side of ketchup.”
Standing tall, Riddle pulls Hollywood up from the mat and quickly spins him around. Locking in a full nelson, Riddle cranks down on the pressure for a few moments before lifting Hollywood off his feet and throwing him backwards, driving his head into the canvas with a full nelson suplex. Leaning upwards to a seated position, Riddle looks to his side at Hollywood face-down on the canvas. Pushing himself up, he then grabs ahold of Hollywood’s head and drags him to his feet.
Pushing Riddle away, Hollywood then lunges forward and connects with a vicious punch to Riddle’s jaw, whipping his head to the side in the process. Firing back with a punch of his own, Riddle fails to connect as Hollywood throws his arm up and blocks the attack, countering with another punch to Riddle’s jaw. In a bit of a daze, Riddle stumbles back a few steps. Seeing an opportunity to strike, Hollywood draws back his hand before clenching his fist and throwing a power punch for Riddle’s head. As Hollywood’s fist closes in on his face, Riddle ducks out of the way and hooks his arm underneath Hollywood’s, pulling himself behind him and locking in a kajahijime.

VASSA: “There it is! Silent Night!”
CASWELL: “It isn’t night time yet!”
VASSA: “But it’s about to be!”
Hollywood begins struggling to break free as Riddle locks the move in even tighter, choking the life out of him. Falling backwards, Riddle pulls Hollywood down to the mat with him as he drops. Wrapping his legs around Hollywood’s body, Riddle then begins squeezing his midsection as well.
CASWELL: “Come on Cyrus, save that for the ladies.”
VASSA: “Believe me, he definitely does!”
As the moments pass in slow motion, Riddle continues choking Hollywood as he begins growing red in the face. Unable to take the pain any longer, Hollywood begins slapping Riddle’s forearm, submitting once and for all.
VASSA: “There it is! Cyrus is back!”
CASWELL: “I told you that the third time is a charm!”
VASSA: “After coming back from an attack and then setting Cashe’s bus on fire, Cyrus makes a strong return in the ring tonight.”
“Bring the Rain” hits the speakers as Riddle releases his hold and slowly climbs to his feet. The official then steps in beside him and grabs his arm, raising it into the air as Hollywood slowly rolls to the ropes and exits the ring.

POWERS: “Here is your winner, CYRUS RRIIDDDDLLEE!!!”
Pulling his arm away from the official, Riddle then walks to the corner, ascending to the second rope and over looking the crowd.
CASWELL: “I still don’t see what all the buzz is about when it comes to Cyrus Riddle.”
VASSA: “Maybe you should do a little more homework then, Cassie.”
CASWELL: “I swear to go–“
VASSA: “It’s Jason Cashe!”
Running out from the back, Cashe makes his appearance at the top of the ramp. In his hand, a dripping wet wad of toilet paper hangs, with somewhat of a brown shade to various spots. Cashe then takes off running down the ramp towards the ring as the noise level in the arena begins to rise.
VASSA: “Is that?”
CASWELL: “What the hell is wrong with these people?!”
VASSA: “It’s dirty toilet paper!”
Finally making it to ringside, Cashe hops up onto the apron and begins stomping his feet, grabbing Riddle’s attention as he looks over the crowd from the opposite side of the ring. Looking over his shoulder, Riddle locks his eyes on Cashe and shakes his head back and forth for a short moment before hopping down from the corner and landing on his feet. Turning around to face Cashe, Riddle extends his arms out to the side as the two then begin exchanging obscenities.
CASWELL: “I wouldn’t get too close to him Cyrus, it’s for your own good.”
VASSA: “I don’t think Cyrus even knows what Cashe is holding in his hand. He’s somewhat concealing it behind his leg.”
Riddle slowly walks in Cashe’s direction while motioning his thumb as if imitating a lighter being struck. Just as Riddle makes it to the center of the ring, Cashe then throws his arm over the top rope, laughing the wet toilet paper in Riddle’s direction.

CASWELL: “That’s disgusting! Get that nonsense out of the ring!”
Looking down at his chest, a look of disgust comes over Riddle as he slowly begins to wipe off the dirty wad of wet toilet paper from his chest. On the apron, Cashe laughs hysterically at the sight and expression on Riddle’s face.
CASWELL: “We go from burning buses to flinging poo?”
VASSA: “Just another day in the office for Jason Cashe!”
Riddle’s head then pops up as he locks his sights on Cashe. Taking off from stand still, Riddle charges towards Cashe and leaps forward, extending his arms. As Riddle closes in, Cashe drops down to the floor, leaving nothing for Riddle to grab as his arms reach over the top rope. Pointing and laughing, Cashe then turns away and quickly rushes up the ramp, fleeing the scene, leaving Riddle standing in shock, still disgusted at what just happened.
CASWELL: “I don’t even know where to begin with this filth.”
VASSA: “Just imagine how Cyrus feels. He just took a deuce to the chest!”
CASWELL: “Isn’t there a girl on Uprising who does that with cats?”
VASSA: “I don’t know, maybe?”
Stopping at the top of the ramp, Cashe turns around to look at Riddle once more, pointing his finger and laughing again before finally turning around and exiting to the back. In the ring, Riddle stands with his arms held to his side, looking down at his chest trying to keep from gagging.
VASSA: “I hope I at least make it out of the building before Cyrus sets fire to it tonight.”
CASWELL: “He needs to take a bath in bleach. I mean seriously. Why is he just standing there?”
VASSA: “Well folks, we’re going to get this mess cleaned up here in the ring. We’ll be right back here at ringside momentarily!”

The scene cuts outside of the Pepsi Center where we see Jack Vaughn standing next to the building. In one hand he has a document envelope held against the side of his leg. In the other hand, he has a half burnt cigar. Seeming a bit nervous, he holds the cigar to his mouth and takes a slow drag as the fiery orange glow illuminates his face. Pulling the cigar from his lips, a cloud of smoke engulfs his head before dissipating into the cool air. He then opens his mouth and slowly blows the smoke out from within.
VAUGHN: ”Come on now, where are you?”
His right leg shakes uncontrollably as he becomes more and more irritable. Holding his wrist up, he looks at his watch before taking another drag from the cigar. His eyebrows then lift as his eyes widen to the sound of footsteps behind him. Blowing the smoke out of his mouth once more, he lowers the cigar from his face and tilts his head back, looking up at the stars above.
? ? ?: ”Tick Tock goes the clock
We laughed at Fate and mourned her
Tick Tock goes the clock
Even for the Doctor”

The haunting high pitched voice floats on the cool night air as a shadowed figure slowly strolls up behind Jack Vaughn. The figure slowly comes into the light. The almost white blonde hair stands out in the darkness. A baseball bat rests easily on their shoulders as Sativa Nevaeh stops and grins.
NEVAEH: ”Did you honestly think I wouldn’t show for something like this, Jacky?”
Lowering his head, Jack slowly turns around and sets his eyes on Sativa.
VAUGHN: ”It’s not that I didn’t think you wouldn’t show. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’m not exactly wanted around here as of late. I know Perry has eyes everywhere and would rather this meeting happen before any interruptions. By the way, you look a little different than what I’ve seen in the video archives.”
Sativa chuckles a bit.
NEVAEH: ”Yeah, well life happens Jack. I know all about you not being wanted. Why do you think I did business with you rather than Perry? He hates me almost as much as you. We both need allies against him. How does that saying go, The enemy of my enemy is my friend?”
Nodding his head in agreement, Jack raises the cigar to his mouth and takes another drag. He then lowers the cigar and waits for the smoke to clear before speaking up.
VAUGHN: ”That’s exactly how it goes. Truth be told, I don’t know how much longer I have here before that cunt at his side forces his hand in terminating my contract. I do know this. I know that Perry doesn’t care for you given the history between you two, and I know the feeling is mutual. If they’re going to push me out, I might as well shake things up before that time comes and there’s nothing better to do that with than a legally binding contract.”
Raising his other arm, Jack extends it in Sativa’s direction, holding the envelope in front of her.
NEVAEH: ”So, if I sign this right now, I can get into that arena, backstage, and not get kicked out, right?”
Setting her bat down she takes the envelope. She opens it and slides out the contract looking it over then looking back up at Jack.
VAUGHN: ”Pretty much. Signing that will make you an official employee of 4CW. You can enter the building, do whatever backstage, and even enter the ring. You can basically do whatever you want at that point. What’s Perry going to do? He won’t be able to fire you without losing money and credibility. Look at Unstable, they practically do whatever they please and there isn’t a single thing he can do to stop them. He’s tried, but there they are, still doing whatever they want, whenever they want.”
A wicked grin comes across Sativa’s face.
NEVAEH: ”I assume you have a pen?”
VAUGHN: ”Of course I do.”
Reaching inside of his jacket, Jack pulls out a pen from the inner pocket and hands it to Sativa with a smile on his face.
VAUGHN: ”Unlike Perry, I’m always prepared to handle business first and not pleasure. I wish that dipshit would realize the mistake in that one day, but I doubt he will.”
Sativa quickly signs in all the right places and hands both the pen and contract back to Jack. She then picks her baseball bat up again.
NEVAEH: ”Now that I can go inside. You want to shake things up? Well, just watch me do that tonight.”
Holding the contract up in front of him in the moonlight, Jack looks over it with a smile on his face. Nodding his head, he then places it back into the envelope before taking another pull from his cigar.
VAUGHN: ”As of right now, you’re free to walk through those doors without any interference. Me however, I need to get away from here and go somewhere that I can finalize everything on here before Perry even knows what hit him. I will be in touch tomorrow and be sure to get you copies of all documents for your records. Best of luck to you.”
NEVAEH: ”And to you, Jacky boy.”
With that Sativa grinned again and skipped off towards the nearby entrance.
VAUGHN: ”The self proclaimed King and Queen aren’t going to be too thrilled about this.”
Laughing to himself, Jack then takes another pull from his cigar before dropping it to the pavement and stepping on it. Blowing the smoke into the cool air, he then holds the envelope between his arm and side before walking towards a car parked close by with the engine running. Walking around to the driver door, Jack pulls it open before stepping inside and dropping the envelope in the passenger seat. Closing the door behind him, Jack then buckles his seatbelt before putting the car into drive and slamming on the gas pedal.

WALLACE: ”What the fuck?!?!”
His voice yells as the scene opens inside of the main office where Perry Wallace and Kaysie Sherell were last seen. On his feet, Perry stands with his shirt untucked, tie undone, and the top few buttons unbuttoned. To his left, Kaysie sits on the sofa, her hair a mess as she adjusts blouse, buttoning the top buttons that have been undone. Looking to one another, the two appear to be infuriated from the actions earlier.
WALLACE: ”Did that seriously just happen?”
Walking across the office, Perry heads for the minibar to grab a glass and fills it to the top with Scotch. Holding the glass to his lips, Perry downs a good portion of the liquor before placing the glass onto the bar and wiping the excess from the corner of his mouth.
WALLACE: ”Sativa just signed a goddamn contract with 4CW? Sativa Nevaeh just re-signed with 4CW, right here in Denver Colorado?”
Standing up from the sofa, Kaysie then tucks her blouse in and straightens her pants. After a few short moments of messing with her hair, she slowly walks towards Perry as the anger radiates from her.
SHERELL: ”Who in the hell does Jack think he is?! He has no right signing anyone to Adrenaline, let alone 4CW!”
Turning his head, Perry looks to Kaysie for a short moment before lowering his eyes to the floor.
WALLACE: ”Technically, he still has the authority to sign talent.”
Placing both hands on her hips, Kaysie shakes her head back and forth while tapping her foot against the floor.
SHERELL: ”Damnit, Perry! I told you that you should have terminated his contract long ago!”
Turning completely around to face her, Perry holds his arms out to the side.
WALLACE: ”It isn’t that easy. Believe me, if it was he would have been gone long ago. He knows that I can’t just cut him loose without legal action, at least not for a little bit.”
SHERELL: ”This is our show, Perry! How can you let him just walk up in here and make decisions like that without consulting with us first?”
WALLACE: ”I didn’t let him and he didn’t even do it in the building! I wasn’t aware that deals would be made in the parking lot. If I had known, I would have had security posted outside of the building!”
Walking to the bar, Kaysie bends over and opens a small refrigerator, pulling out a bottled water. Looking down, Perry locks his eyes on her curvy figure and for a short moment, a feeling of peace seems to overtake him. Standing tall, Kaysie then opens the bottle and takes a drink before lowering it from her mouth and turning to Perry.
SHERELL: ”Snap out of it!”
Startled, Perry cuts his eyes upward and looks at Kaysie.
WALLACE: ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry… for a second there I forgot that anything even happened.”
Her eyes cut right through him as her facial expression says nothing but displeasure.
SHERELL: ”This isn’t the time to be joking.”
Placing his hands on her hips, Perry pulls Kaysie in closer to him. Looking down into her furious eyes, Perry cocks his head slightly to the side.
WALLACE: ”You’re right, this isn’t the time to be joking but right now, I honestly can’t control how I’m feeling. I’ve been stoned all night and as bad as this is, it didn’t kill my high.”
SHERELL: ”So what are we going to do?”
WALLACE: ”I know what you want to do. I’m sure another kick to Jack’s head has crossed your mind multiple times by now.”
Reaching up and resting her arms on Perry’s shoulders, Kaysie wraps her hands around the back of his head.
SHERELL: ”I’m thinking something more along the lines of a permanent vacation for Jackie-boy.”
WALLACE: ”And what about Sativa?”
Biting her bottom lip, Kaysie thinks over the question in her head for a moment before answering.
SHERELL: ”Well, she is under contract now. We’ll just sit back and let her make the first move. I have never had any past experiences with her but I know you have a history and that alone puts her on my bad side. I’m in this with you one hundred percent, you know that.”
WALLACE: ”Let her make the first move?”
Perry says followed by a short pause.
WALLACE: ”If you say so. What’s the worst that can happen, right? Everyone already has a target on my head anyway, what’s another going to hurt.”
Pulling his head in close to hers, they rest their foreheads on one another as they stare into each other’s eyes.
SHERELL: ”I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, you know that.”
WALLACE: ”It ain’t easy being King, but having you as my Queen makes it worth it.”
Kaysie then kisses Perry’s forehead before pulling away from Perry and turning towards the sofa. As she takes her first step, Perry’s eyes shoot down as his hand reaches and squeezes a handful of her backside. Turning around almost instantly, Kaysie’s eyes cut through him once more as she raises her hand and points at him.
SHERELL: ”I’m sorry but now isn’t the time, Perry. No more pretending to be the Prime Minister of Canada tonight!”
Releasing a sigh, Perry sticks out his bottom lip as his eyes fill with sadness. Turning around, Kaysie then walks over to the sofa as Perry looks on, his eyes bouncing back and forth before closing when she turns around and takes a seat.
WALLACE: ”Goddamnit Jack, thanks for ruining my night you incompetent fuck.”
He then reaches for the bar and grabs his glass before turning it back and downing the remaining contents. With her arms crossed, Kaysie looks on, still angry from everything that has transpired. Slamming the empty glass onto the bar, Perry then makes his way for the sofa as the scene slowly fades out.


CASWELL: “It is now time for our headline match of the evening, and it couldn’t have happened at a more convenient time.”
VASSA: “This match has main event written all over it! We have one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions and the former XTV Champion squaring off!”
CASWELL: “Seeing this match on the card, I can’t help but wonder how Jett Wilder is taking all of this.”
VASSA: “He has become fairly close with both competitors in this match up.”
CASWELL: “A little too close if you ask me. I’m surprised that Jett isn’t the guest referee for this match, jerking off both men in a race to see who can finish first.”
VASSA: “If Steve were here right now, he’s tell you to watch your language!”
CASWELL: “He isn’t though, instead he’s at home watching from the comfort of his rocking chair.”
The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”
Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the throne is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. One half of the 4CW Tag Team Championships proudly displayed on his lap and shining in the spotlight. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.
“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”

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

POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… And one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions! Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the Tag Team Championship high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.
“Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
The King…”

Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center pushing Powers out of the way as he places the Tag Team Championship back over his right shoulder. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The 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. 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, “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.
VASSA: “There they are, two men with a common ally, yet facing off against each other here tonight.”
CASWELL: “You make it sound like this is a big deal or something. It’s just like any other match, Vin. There’s no championship on the line, nothing.”
VASSA: “Bryan was the XTV Champion two weeks ago heading into Adrenaline, but was unable to walk away with the championship.”
CASWELL: “Well, Jason Parker Davidson is a tag team champion, not a singles champion. I’d say that’s about the same.”
VASSA: “You’re not even making sense right now.”
CASWELL: “You just don’t comprehend what I’m saying, chubby.”
VASSA: “Well you can kiss my ass, Cassie!”
CASWELL: “In your wildest dreams, now shut up.”
Both men stand in their corners, staring at the official in the center of the ring. With both men ready, the official then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.

VASSA: “Let’s get ready to rumble!”
As if a fire was lit underneath him, Laughlin shoots out of his corner and as he does, JPD shoots out of his. Charging each other full speed, the two collide in the center of the ring, JPD firing first and connecting with a stinging right hand to the head. Firing back in return, Laughlin connects with a right to the head of his own, before following up with a left kick to the stomach. Catching Laughlin’s foot before it can crash into his stomach, JPD swings it around and spins Laughlin. After making a full rotation, Laughlin catches JPD off guard with a dragon whip, sending him stumbling backwards across the ring.
Hitting the ropes, JPD hooks his arm around the top rope, holding himself up while stopping him from rebounding off the ropes. Pushing himself up almost instantly, Laughlin charges towards JDP and connects with a running clothesline, flipping him up and over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below.

CASWELL: “It didn’t take long for this match to find its way to the outside.”
Racing to the ropes, the official looks down to the outside and begins the ten count as Laughlin stands back, looking on as well.
“One! … Two!”

Pushing himself up slowly, JPD keeps his head down, unaware of his surroundings and what’s inside of the ring.
“Three! … Four!”

As he gets up to one knee, Laughlin turns to the opposite ropes and takes off towards them. Coming back on the rebound, he leaps over the top rope just as JPD stands to his feet, crashing into him with a diving headbutt. Falling to the floor, Laughlin looks up to the sight of JPD falling backwards and slamming against the steel barricade at ringside. Now with both men on the outside, the official then restarts the ten count.
VASSA: “Goddamn Bryan isn’t holding anything back tonight with that flying headbutt to the outside!”
CASWELL: “Maybe he should have thrown that into his arsenal two weeks ago in his XTV defense.”
VASSA: “A move like that can’t just be pulled off out of nowhere. It’s a time and place sort of thing and JPD was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“One! … Two! … Three!”

Standing to his feet, Laughlin looks to JPD holding himself up with his arms draped across the top of the barricade. Rushing forward, Laughlin leaps straight into the air, curling his knees upward and planting them underneath JPD’s chin, knocking his head back as spit erupts from his mouth.
“Four! … Five!”

Grabbing JDP by the back of the head, Laughlin pulls him away from the barricade and begins dragging him towards the ring.

Slamming JPD’s head forward, Laughlin plant’s his face onto the ring apron before rolling him into the ring.

Grabbing onto the ropes, Laughlin then pulls himself up to the apron and dips through the ropes to enter the ring, breaking the officials ten count.
VASSA: “Well the fun outside of the ring lasted for a little bit, but it now has come to an end, unfortunately.”
CASWELL: “This is a standard rules wrestling match. It’s supposed to take place in the ring. The fans spent their hard earned money to see action take place in that ring. No one wants to see that garbage take place on the outside.”
VASSA: “I beg to differ. When the match finds itself on the outside of the ring, the fans love it even more because they are that much closer to seeing the action. Hell, they could reach out and touch it themselves!”
CASWELL: “Only to get thrown out by security!”
Moving in before JPD can get back to his feet, Laughlin locks onto his head and pulls him up to his feet. Forcing his arms in between Laughlin’s JPD extends his, swatting Laughlin’s away and breaking away from his grip. Throwing his arm forward, JPD connects with an elbow shot to Laughlin’s jaw, stunning him briefly. Shooting in and wrapping Laughlin up around the waist, JPD lifts him into the air momentarily before dropping him back down and planting him into the canvas with a spinebuster.
CASWELL: “The entire ring is rattling after that!”
VASSA: “Superman is alive!”
Popping up to his feet, JPD looks down at Laughlin with a smirk on his face before turning to the ropes and running towards them. Coming back on the rebound, JPD leaps forward with a flip and lands a running senton splash across Laughlin’s body. Rolling up to his feet fluidly, JPD continues his run and heads for the opposite ropes. Hitting the ropes even harder than before, JPD comes back even quicker, leaping into the air and coming down across Laughlin’s throat with a running leg drop.
VASSA: “JPD is literally trying to decapitate Bryan with that leg drop.”
CASWELL: “That’s the name of the game and JPD is looking to capitalize on it with a pin right here!”
Rolling over top of Laughlin, JPD makes the cover as the official slides in from across the ring with the count.

VASSA: “Not even close!”
Kicking out before the two count, Laughlin escapes the pin attempt. Pushing himself away from Laughlin and standing to his feet, JPD turns to the ropes once more and takes off towards them. Coming back off the rebound, he connects with a running stomp to Laughlin’s chest. Reaching down and grabbing Laughlin by the head with both hands, JPD rolls him over to his stomach and then pulls him up to his feet.
Dragging Laughlin to the center of the ring, JPD locks his arm around Laughlin’s head and then grabs ahold of the back of his pants with his other hand. Bursting with energy, JPD drives his feet into the canvas, lifting Laughlin up from his feet.

CASWELL: “Hold up now!”
Hooking his leg with JPD’s, Laughlin keeps his weight down, preventing JPD from lifting him any further. Laughlin then begins swinging both arms, pounding his fists into JPD’s ribs, catching him off guard. Wrapping JPD’s waist up with both arms, Laughlin then lifts JPD up from his feet and flips him over to his back with a northern lights suplex.
VASSA: “For a moment there I thought JPD was going to put Laughlin down again but Laughlin had other plans!”
Bridging the northern lights suplex, Laughlin goes for the pin of JPD as the official quickly drops in beside them for the count.

Popping his shoulder up from the canvas, JPD breaks the officials count. He then pushes Laughlin away from him and the two race to their feet. Standing first, Laughlin moves in quickly and connects with a right to the side of JPD’s head as he gets to one knee. Drawing his hand back, Laughlin then slaps JPD across the chest with a knife edge chop that pierces through the cheers of the crowd as the flesh slapping sound echoes.
Laughlin then hits JPD with another knife edge chop before locking onto his arm and pulling him up to his feet. Wrapping JPD up with both arms, Laughlin then lifts him up and slams him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Up in a hurry, Laughlin then turns to the nearby corner and races over, ascending to the top. With his back turned to the ring, Laughlin then jumps twice on the top ropes before launching himself into the air with a backflip. As gravity begins to take control, Laughlin fully rotates and comes down with a moonsault.

Rolling out of the way, JPD leaves nothing but empty mat for Laughlin to crash against as he misses the moonsault attempt.
CASWELL: “Bryan should have planned that one a little bit better, unless he wanted to face plant into the canvas!”
Rolling back and forth on the mat, Laughlin holds his face with both hands, leaving JPD time to quickly get back to his feet. Looking on at Laughlin, JPD takes a short moment to catch his breath before readying himself, looking on at Laughlin with his knees bent and both hands shaking back and forth, eager to make his next move. Pushing himself up to all fours, Laughlin keeps his head down, giving JPD the opportunity of a lifetime. Racing over, JPD then leaps into the air and as he comes down, he plants his foot on the back of Laughlin’s head, slamming him face-first into the canvas with a curb stomp.
CASWELL: “Eat that, baby!”
VASSA: “Bow to the fucking King!”
CASWELL: “Way to just add words to the name of his finisher, Vin.”
VASSA: “I’m sure he wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As Laughlin’s face bounces off the mat, his body rolls over and his back rests against the canvas surface. Chuckling to himself with a cocky look on his face, JPD then drops down to both knees and makes
a nonchalant cover. Sliding in from across the ring, the official then makes the count.


“Hail to the King” hits the speakers as JPD rises to his feet. Standing beside him, the official then raises his arm into the air as the boos flood the entire arena.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”

We cut backstage to see none other than the recently re-signed Sativa. She is skipping carefree around the hallways. A baseball bat across her shoulders and a mischievous grin on her face obviously spells trouble. Up ahead there is the sound of fighting and she speeds towards it. Turning a corner she sees Dirty South and Iscariot XIII trading blows.
NEVAEH: ”Hmm, this looks like a party!”
Sativa takes her bat and sprints to the fray. She jumps, pulls the bat back, and swings while still moving forward. The bat connects hard with the back of Iscariot’s head. The big man staggers and drops to a knee. Sativa continues swinging at the big man. The blows from her bat connecting more times than not. Slowly the bloody form of Iscariot hits the floor and stops moving. Dirty South looks at Sativa with a raised brow. He extends a hand in thanks to her.
That wicked grin returns and she cracks him across the face with the bat. The wet crunch of his nose breaking brings a smile to Sativa. She lands a few more swings into him and he joins Iscariot on the floor motionless. Security and medics come charging down the hall towards them. Sativa waves at them and heads back the way she came. Turning a corner she literally runs into veteran 4CW Interviewer, Gabriel Hartman. Sativa stares at him for a moment then a huge grin bursts onto her face.

NEVAEH: ”OMG!! Gabe!! I have missed you!!! How have you been?”
She puts an arm around his shoulders as he stutters and stares at her.
HARTMAN: ”Sativa? What are you doing here?”
NEVAEH: ”I’m back baby! Had a few calls and a little meeting with Jack. He decided that I was needed back into 4CW.”
HARTMAN: ”Well, uh, welcome back.”
NEVAEH: ”Thanks! Feels kinda weird to be back to be honest. But it also kinda feels good.”
Gabe looks at the bloody bat that is in Sativa’s hand.
HARTMAN: ”So, who did you use that on?”
NEVAEH: ”Some fat fuck and a mongoloid retard. Just some trash that I felt needed to be taken out. Don’t worry, Gabe, I would never hurt you! You are my absolutely favorite 4CW employee. Only one who comes close would be Vassa, he can be pretty funny.”
Sativa looks down at her bare wrist and then whistles.
NEVAEH: ”Would you look at the time?! Well, Gabe, I got to get going. Don’t want to let too many people see me hanging around.”
Gabe looks from her to the camera and back again.
HARTMAN: ”But, uh, Sativa there is a cam…”
He starts to point to the camera but is cut off by Sativa.
NEVAEH: ”Take it easy Gabe, lookin good. I’ll see ya around buddy.”
Sativa pats him on the back and takes off down the hall. Hartman stands there bewildered and at a loss for words.


POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our main event of the evening!”
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 first, 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.

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

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entrance way as Chris Madison steps out with the Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the Pride Championship and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before hoisting the Pride Championship proudly over his head.
VASSA: “This could very well be one of the biggest and most talked about main events in a very long time here in 4CW.”
CASWELL: “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Unstable has gotten a little stale if you ask me.”
VASSA: “You shut your goddamn mouth, Cassie!”
CASWELL: “What are you, their cheerleader?”
VASSA: “NO!!! I just don’t appreciate this disrespect you’ve shown the entire night.”
CASWELL: “You don’t have to. You’re not the one signing my paychecks.”

As the bell sounds off, the crowd is deep into the hype of this match. Jason Cashe is dripping in water as if he did the Ice Bucket Challenge before coming out for the match. Pacing from side to side, Jason Cashe is hyping himself up for the fight before him. Madison slightly bouncing in place turns his neck to loosen up and neither of their eyes leave the other.
The audience never stops cheering, hollering and just enjoying the two men on the opposite sides of the ring. Cashe waves Madison in and the two meet at the center. A louder pop erupts from the crowd. They lock up. Tight grappled together, neither man is able to back the other one up. They break the grapple and circle each other. Locking up again, Cashe gets the upper hand and backs Madison up into the ropes. The referee quick about starting the Rope count get to four before Cashe releases the pressing grapple.

CASWELL: “What is this trash?! This is a wrestling match, not a middle school dance!”
VASSA: “I’m going to laugh when they do back and listen to everything you’ve said tonight.”
They lock up for a third time and it’s Madison who gets the upper hand and backs Cashe into the far ropes. Again the referee is forced to break it up after only a count of three. By this point the crowd begins to turn. Some realizing that the two men were fooling around, that this wouldn’t be a true competition.
CASWELL: “Even the fans are realizing that this is completely bogus! What a waste of a main event!”
VASSA: “Shut up! You’re a waste of a very sacred spot at the booth beside me.”
Falling to the canvas, Madison shocks everyone and lays on his back. Cashe’s eyes get big as the fans echo out their disappointment. Playing into the act, Cashe hurries to the ropes, springing from them in a rush. Leaping from his feet he looks to cap things off with a Big Splash but Madison rolls out the way. The mixture of laughter and cheers fill the arena as Madison rolls all the way out of the ring. Cashe sits up on his knees and stares blankly as if surprised himself.
VASSA: “HAHAHA!!! This is great!”
CASWELL: “THis is the worst display of wrestling I have ever set my eyes upon.”
With both hands, Cashe slaps the canvas and falls to his side. Rolling from the ring at the opposite side from Chris Madison. The referee looks back between the two men wondering what was going on. The fans knew, the announcers knew.
VASSA: “Ohhh no… They are taking a stand against the “punishments” of a bitter man. Refusing to fight as both men said on Wallace’s terms. Members of Unstable but more importantly, two friends who won’t waste their long awaited match on the whim of a man abusing his power. This is surely trouble for both men. Gutsy.”
CASWELL: “They need to do their damn job! They receive handsome pay for their services and this is anything but.”
VASSA: “Maybe Perry should stop dicking Madison around with his new contract. He could very well walk.”
CASWELL: “Let him!”
With no alternative, the referee begins the ten count on both Jason Cashe and Chris Madison.
“One! … Two! … Three!”

With the help of a fan at ringside, Cashe begins playing a game of thumb wrestling. A young kid. One of those ugly children you can’t recognize as a girl or a boy. Cashe wasn’t focused on the match or the count. On the other side, Madison gathered up his Pride Championship as he takes a seat on the steel stairs.
“Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven!”

As female fan pops up on the guard rail with her bare ass hanging out over into the ringside area. A beautiful ass and she is screaming at Cashe. Shoving the he/she child he was playing Thumb wrestling with, Cashe hurries to the side of the gorgeous butt hanging. The girl wants his “signature” autograph and he looks around as the crowd erupts in cheers wanting him to follow through.
“Eight! … Nine!”

Leaning over, he bites into her butt cheek. She rockets up in pain and smile falling back into the fan side of the railing. The building was exploding with cheers as a handful of fans begin throwing joints, a common practice with Cashe and the Colorado fans. They land all around the ring as the referee gets to the count of ten.


POWERS: “The result of the match is a Double Count out!”
It didn’t matter, Cashe had taken the crowd’s attention with him biting a females butt cheek at ringside. Hyping the crowd up, Cashe slides back in the ring as Madison stands up and climbs in with his Unstable partner. As they shake hands, “Raw” by Bad Meets Evil hits and the house goes into a low tremor boo.
CASWELL: “UH-OOHHH!!! They’re in trouble now!”
VASSA: “If that’s Perry, I don’t think they would really give a shit.”
Storming out from the back with a microphone in hand, Perry stops at the top of the ramp. Red in the face, he stares down the ramp, locking his eyes on the two men outside of the ring. Looking back in his direction, Cashe bursts into laughter at the sight of Perry as Madison slowly rises up from his seat on the steps. The boos grow louder and louder as Perry stands still at the top of the ramp. In an instant, he raises the microphone to his lips and points in their direction with his free hand.
WALLACE: “You two think this is a goddamn joke? You two think you can come here, to my goddamn show, and make a mockery of the main event booked that everyone in the building wants to see? I’m sick and tired of the bullshit! Tonight doesn’t end with you two laughing there at ringside, spitting in my face and 4CW’s! Tonight ends with you two being put in your places, something that should have been done a very, very long time ago!”
Looking to one another, Cashe and Madison begin laughing hysterically as the fans transition their boos into laughter as well. The anger radiates from Perry as a fans begin chanting throughout the entire arena.
“Unnnn-sta-ble! *clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!* Unnnn-sta-ble! *clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!* Unnnn-sta-ble! *clap! clap! clap-clap-clap!*”

Pulling the microphone away from his lips, Wallace throws his hand into the air, pointing in the direction of the ring. As he does, Erron Wilder and Cyrus Riddle run out from the back and race down the ramp.
CASWELL: “About damn time something exciting happened tonight!”
Not far behind, Dakota Smith races out from the back, trailing behind Riddle and Wilder.
Turning the corner at ringside, Erron and Cyrus charge towards Cashe and Madison, colliding and then exploding into fists flying in every direction. Tackling Cashe to the ground, Riddle begins hammering down on him with lefts and rights before getting rolled over to his back and Cashe returning the favor. Holding Erron’s head down, Madison slams multiple knees into his face until Dakota catches him off guard with a clothesline, putting him on his back. As Cashe and Riddle roll around on the floor fighting with one another, Erron and Dakota begin teaming up on Madison, kicking him while he’s down.
CASWELL: “Unstable is just simply outnumbered here tonight.”
Watching with a smile on his face, Perry paces back and forth at the top of the ramp until Kaysie Sherell steps out from the back and joins him at his side. The two look on in amusement as the entire arena explodes at the next sight.
VASSA: “The numbers are about to be even because here comes CJ!”
Erupting out from the back, CJ O’Donnell zips by Perry and Kaysie, headed straight for the brawl at ringside. Stomping his feet, Perry’s mood dramatically shifts from happiness to anger.
CASWELL: “What exactly is the little Irishman going to do?”
VASSA: “That little Irishman is going to be stepping into the ring with Dakota at Ante Up for a chance at the 4CW Championship!”
As Dakota and Erron continue to stomp on Madison, CJ turns the corner and hits both Erron and Dakota in the back of the heads with a double clothesline, knocking them forward but not down to the ground.
CASWELL: “How does someone who attacks people from behind in a 4CW Championship match?”
VASSA: “This isn’t exactly a sanctioned match, Cassie!”
Grabbing Dakota by the head, CJ then rolls him into the ring and quickly enters right behind him. The two pop up to their feet and begin exchanging blows. On the outside, Cashe and Riddle are still on the ground, rolling to the other corner of the ring, beating the life out of one another. On his feet, Madison tackles Erron and drives his back into the steel barricade at ringside before unloading on him with lefts and rights.
VASSA: “Introducing our next contestants!”
CASWELL: “Is that…”
VASSA: “It’s Jair Hopkins and Jett Wilder! The other two challenging Dakota at Ante Up are coming to join the fight!”
Running side by side, Hopkins and Jett race towards the ring. As soon as they arrive, they slides in underneath the bottom rope and then pop up to their feet. Still exchanging blows, Dakota and CJ pound away at each others skulls before turning their attention to the opposite side of the ring where Jair and Jett look on momentarily. The four then rush each other and collide in the center of the ring. Jett and CJ exchange blows as Dakota and Jair go head to head. Chaos ensues the ring as all four men in the main event of Ante Up rip each other apart.
Back on the outside, Erron wraps Madison up and drives him backwards, slamming him into the nearby ringside steps, knocking them over as they fall on top of them in the process. The two then trade blows on the floor, neither man gaining control over the other. On the opposite end of the ring, Cashe has made it up to his feet. Pulling Riddle up, Cashe then slams his back into the corner of the ring, forcing him to drop down to a seated position. Standing over Cyrus, Cashe turns his back to him and begins shaking his hips, motioning for a ‘stink face’.

CASWELL: “What is it with this guy! Is he seriously about to put on a display of ass to mouth here for the fans?”
VASSA: “This wouldn’t be the first time this happened with these two.”
CASWELL: “Wasn’t there an outbreak of pinkeye not too long ago?”
VASSA: “That was just a rumor started by assholes. Watch yourself Cassie!”
With Cashe’s legs spread in front of him, Riddle slams his forearm up into Cashe’s crotch, giving him a nasty low blow. Lunging over and holding himself, Cashe takes baby steps forward, allowing Riddle to get back to his feet. Grabbing Cashe from behind, Riddle then drags him forward before throwing him head first into a line of chairs previously occupied by the ringside crew.
VASSA: “This is complete madness!”
CASWELL: “All of these men will meet each other in three weeks at Ante Up. The four in the ring will compete for the 4CW Championship”
VASSA: “Chris Madison will defend his Pride Championship against Erron Wilder.”
CASWELL: “And I guess Cashe is defending his buses honor against Cyrus?”
VASSA: “Something like that, even though it goes back even further.”
The King and Queen look on from the top of the ramp. Her arms wrapped around Perry, Kaysie rests her head on his shoulder with a pleasant look on her face. With a smirk on his face, Perry stares at the action inside of the ring before transitioning his sights to the chaos on the outside.
VASSA: “This brawl could literally go on for the entire night but we’re out of time unfortunately.”
CASWELL: “That’s awesome! I’ve had enough of this trash for one night.”
VASSA: “I can’t wait until Steve returns. You need to be unemployed again.”
CASWELL: “And you need a diet!”
VASSA: “Don’t be jealous that I AM and will always BE the voice of 4CW!”
CASWELL: “If you’re the voice then why am I about to do this?”
VASSA: “Do what?”
CASWELL: “The show must come to an end ladies and gentlemen! From all of us here at 4CW, we want to thank you for tuning in tonight and we look forward to seeing you all in two weeks as we head to the Orleans Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada!”
VASSA: “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
CASWELL: “No, I’m Adrian Caswell and it’s been my pleasure. Good night everyone!”
VASSA: “Well I’m Vinny Vassa and I’m the one who says good night. Good night folks!”
CASWELL: “See you all in two weeks!”
The cameras cut to an overhead view of the action. Inside of the ring CJ, Jett, Jair, and Dakota continue tearing each other apart. On the outside, Madison and Erron roll around exchanging blows as Cashe and Riddle have now found their way into the crowd going head to head. At the top of the ramp, The King and Queen continue to look on with smiles on their faces as they enjoy the sight in each others company. The picture then begins to slowly turn black before the Ante Up poster comes into full view.