A black Subaru Legacy is pulling into the talent parking lot at T-Mobile Arena driven by [Issac Solo]. He sees a parking spot at the end of the lot close to the entrance. Suddenly a man on a Harley passes by him and takes the spot just before Solo can take it. The biker takes his helmet off, revealing Maddox Lucien. Solo stops the car, and rolls down his passenger side window…
SOLO: “Lucky for you, I ain’t afraid of walkin’ a few feet. Also, grow the Hell up.”
Maddox gets off the Harley and walks over to Solo’s car.
LUCIEN: ”Well look who it is? Mr. Stinky Pants”.
SOLO: “Dude, are you, like, 5, or something? All those years workin’ for Uncle Sugar devolve your mentality? You lost A Match. GET OVER IT. You think this is what’s gonna get you that XTV title tonight? Kickin’ an’ screamin’ like a brat? Forget you, punk…”
Maddox shakes his head.
LUCIEN: “You still think it’s about a match? Dig deeper. But, in the meantime…there’s a friend of yours waiting for a beating.”
SOLO: ”Yeah? You know what, Maddox? I hope you DO get that title. You know why? Because I can’t wait to beat you for it, and then mash it right in your face.”
Solo rolls up the window, and drives off. Maddox watches Solo drive off and walks back to his Harley. He grabs his bag and unzips the long pocket on the side, taking out the Louisville Slugger.
LUCIEN: “Too bad you’ll have a couple tail lights to fix before the night is over.”



At the top of the entrance ramp, Desiree Drake and an unfamiliar face to 4CW, Paisley Tyler, stand beside a Roulette Wheel.
JOHNSON: “Here we are for our opening match which will kick off a night long event called the Xtreme Roulette.”
VASSA: “This is something new to 4CW but I am really looking forward to it. Since you have been out for a bit, let me explain the details Steve.”
JOHNSON: “I think I can manage.”
VASSA: “No, I insist.”
JOHNSON: “”Okay, if you say so.
VASSA: “So tonight will be a fun filled evening of carnage and chaos involving the XTV Championship. First we’ll start off with a random competitor facing off against Sonny Lee. This random person will be chosen by way of a roulette wheel.”
JOHNSON: “And that’s where we get the roulette in this Xtreme Roulette.”
VASSA: “From that point on, anyone can challenge for the championship. We could see people interfere in the match or attacked the winner afterwards. Whoever has the belt can be attacked backstage and pinned as long as a 4CW official is present.”
JOHNSON: “So we could see the championship change hands multiple times?”
VASSA: “All the way up to the main event!”
JOHNSON: “This is going to be exciting.”
The camera then cuts back to the top of the ramp where Desiree and Paisley stand beside the roulette wheel, soaking in the whistles and cheers from the majority of males in the area. Zooming onto the wheel, the camera focuses on the red and black spaces with various 4CW names written on them. Grabbing ahold of the wheel, Desiree then spins it as fast as she can. Reaching over, Paisley then drops a ball onto the wheel. Round and round, the wheel spins for a few moments before slowing down. As the momentum comes to a almost dead pace, the wheel finally stops but the ball continues to roll. After a few short moments the ball finally comes to a stop, revealing the name of the first challenger in the Xtreme Roulette. Zooming onto the wheel, the name above the resting ball reads ‘Maddox Lucien’.
VASSA: “And there we have it! Maddox Lucien will step into the ring with Sonny Lee and challenge first for the XTV Championship.”
“Bullet With A Name” by Nonpoint begins to play as the lights in the arena dim.
POWERS: “The following no holds barred contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the 4CW XTV Championship!”
A red hue fills the arena as Maddox Lucien walks out onto the ring entrance stage and stares at the ring. Looking to his right, he watches as Desiree and Paisley walk into the darkness and the ringside crew moves the table out of sight.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Budapest, Hungary… MADDOX LLUUCCIIEENN!!!”
Walking to the ring, Maddox yells to the fans on both sides of him before sliding in underneath the bottom rope and climbing to his feet.
POWERS: “And the XTV Champion!”
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.
VASSA: “Maddox isn’t waiting!”
Rushing from the other side of the ring, Maddox attacks Sonny as he climbs through the ropes. Hitting him over the back with a double axe handle, Maddox then drags him into the ring and drops him to the mat.

JOHNSON: “It’s now official!”
Jumping into the air, Maddox comes down on the back of Sonny’s head with a knee strike. He then climbs onto Sonny’s back and begins pounding away at the back of his head with closed fists. Standing to his feet, Maddox then pulls Sonny up from the mat and turns him around. Hooking his arm around Sonny’s head, Maddox then grabs the back of his pants and lifts him upside down into the air, stalling momentarily before dropping him on his head with a brainbuster.
Maddox then stands to his feet and bounces back and forth beside Sonny before leaping into the air and coming down with a corkscrew elbow splash. Pushing himself up, Maddox drags Sonny to the ropes and then lifts him up, placing his throat across the middle rope. Sitting on Sonny’s back, Maddox then reaches over the top rope and grabs onto the middle rope. Pulling up with all of his strength, Maddox begins choking Sonny with the middle rope as the ref stands by, watching as in this match the move is completely legal.
Growing tired of choking Sonny, Maddox releases the middle rope and then stands back to his feet, backing away from Sonny a few steps before pulling him off the ropes. Maddox then spins him around and connects with a straight jab, knocking Sonny against the ropes. Following up the jab, Maddox kicks Sonny in the ribs and then in the head before finishing off the nasty combo with a left roundhouse kick. Ducking underneath Maddox’s leg as it flies by his head, Sonny wraps it up with both arms and then sweeps Maddox’s other leg out from under him, dropping him to his back.
Still holding Maddox’s leg in an elevated position, Sonny delivers a stinging kick to the back of his knee before dropping it to the mat. He then climbs and mounts himself over Maddox before going berserk with rapid elbows to the head. Sonny then transitions the attack to hammering fists to Maddox’s chest before knocking him senseless with a stiff palm strike to the nose.

JOHNSON: “I can barely keep up with the quickness that Sonny possesses in the ring.”
VASSA: “It’s all one blur when watching his arms move so fast!”
On his feet, Sonny then pulls Maddox up from the canvas and locks onto his arm, whipping him to the far ropes. As Maddox comes back on the rebound, Sonny runs towards him and leaps in his direction. Flying through the air, Sonny closes in on Maddox in the center of the ring only to get caught in mid-air. Holding Sonny up for a short moment, Maddox then drops down to one knee, slamming Sonny on his upright one with a backbreaker.
Not letting go of Sonny, Maddox the stands tall and keeps him held against his body. Running towards the nearest corner, Maddox then throws Sonny into the air and as Sonny comes down, his face crashes against the top of the corner. As his head bounces off the corner, Sonny stumbles backwards into Maddox’s clutches. Maddox wraps his arms around Sonny’s waist and locks onto the champs wrists before lifting him up and driving him backwards into the mat with a straightjacket German suplex, bridged for the pin.


JOHNSON: “Sonny kicks out!”
VASSA: “Just shy of a two count.”
Annoyed with the count, Maddox pushes himself up and pulls Sonny to his feet. He then locks onto Sonny’s wrist and whips him to the ropes across the ring, taking off behind him to follow. Leaping into the air, Sonny springboards off the middle rope. Flying through the air, Sonny rotates his body and connects with a roundhouse kick, leveling Maddox.
JOHNSON: “Watch out Maddox!”
VASSA: “Too late!”
Landing on his feet, Sonny wipes the sweat from his brow and watches as Maddox begins climbing to his feet. Just as Maddox stands and looks his way, Sonny leaps through the air and connects with a five-forty gyro crescent kick!
JOHNSON: “The Five-Forty!”
VASSA: “And Maddox drops to the mat!”
With Maddox down, Sonny then makes the cover as the official drops beside them with the count.

Standing to his feet, Sonny overlooks the crowd as the official walks beside him and presents him the XTV Championship. The official then raises his arm into the air.
POWERS: “Here is your winner and still 4CW XTV Champion, SONNY LLEEEE!!!”
Hopping over the barricade at ringside, Candice Turner then grabs an empty chair and folds it before sliding into the ring.
VASSA: “We have company!”
JOHNSON: “That’s new 4CW signee, Candice Turner!”
VASSA: “And I bet she’s sweet like candy!”
The entire arena erupts as she rises to her feet with the chair in hand. Cautiously, Sonny turns around and as he does, Candy lunges forward with the chair aimed directly for his head. Holding the championship in front of him, Sonny slams it against the steel chair, knocking it back into Candy’s face. Stumbling backwards, Candy falls into the ropes and then right through them, crashing hard to the outside floor.
JOHNSON: “Well that was quick.”
VASSA: “All Sonny has to do is not get pinned the entire night.”
JOHNSON: “We have a long night ahead of us, hopefully he can survive.”

We open up to Cyrus Riddle walking through the backstage area towards the locker room. His hand encases the hand of his fiancé Ryker Blackwood, who walks briskly along with him. As they turn the corner, we catch a glimpse of another female talking to a random guy. Her white-blonde hair against milky white skin being the biggest indication of who she is. Cyrus lets go of Rykers hand and drops his bag to the floor, half jogging towards Psyche Devyne. He wraps his arms around her from behind. Her body stays rather stiff.
RIDDLE: “You came to the show. This is a surprise.”
Cyrus unwraps his arms from her body as she slowly turns to face him.
DEVYNE: “Definitely. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Things I wanted to see and such.”
Cyrus nods, a change in demeanor is apparent.
RIDDLE: “So…how are you?”
DEVYNE: “I’m fine…”
As she finishes her words, Ryker comes over to give Psyche a tight squeeze. She hadn’t noticed the awkward situation.
BLACKWOOD:“So lovely to see you, Psyche! You alright?”
DEVYNE: “Yeah. I’m good. You? How’s the babies?”
BLACKWOOD: “Amazing. Just amazing. Doing all their growing and such.”
The whole conversation, Psyches eyes darted back and forth from Ryker to Cyrus. Cyrus noticed this, seeing something in her eyes.
BLACKWOOD: “We’d love to have you over for dinner some time. It’s been so long. And with everything…”
Rykers words trailed off, noticing Psyche was completely focused on Cyrus from the moment she began to speak again. Psyche’s hand raised towards Ryker.
DEVYNE: “Not to be rude, but would you mind if I had a moment alone with Cyrus? I promise we’ll catch up later, dear.”
Psyche hadn’t even looked at Ryker. She just nodded, looking at Cyrus in a bit of questionable shock. Cyrus nodded at her and she walked a bit down the hall to wait.
RIDDLE: “What’s the problem?”
Cyrus, almost looking as if expecting what was going on, remained calm.
DEVYNE: “Problem? Who said there’s a problem?”
RIDDLE: “Well, the way you’ve stared at me since I’ve seen you, it seems there’s quite a bit on your mind.”
DEVYNE: “Or maybe there’s nothing on my mind at all. Maybe I just wanted to show the truth to all those rumors being circulated about us. Wouldn’t want Ryker to watch that, would we?”
She took a step closer to him, eyes staying on his face.
RIDDLE: “Okay, and what truth would you like to show?”
DEVYNE: “This…”
She took another few steps closer to him, hand slowly moving up his chest. Within seconds, her hand was around his throat. She wasn’t stronger than him, really, but it was a tight grip nonetheless.
DEVYNE: “You put me in this hole. This hell i’m in. You had a hand in it.”
His eyes narrow at her.
RIDDLE: “And how is that exactly?”
DEVYNE: “Opening your mouth. Every time you do it, you don’t think of others. Don’t think of how you could possibly affect them. And like you’ve done before, you’ve affected me with your words. You did this. I blame you.”
Riddle nods with her hand around his throat.
RIDDLE: “Okay…that’s fine by me. Just know that you should blame yourself too.”
DEVYNE: “Oh. Should I? Why? Because I didn’t choose one or the other? Or because I tried to step back?”
RIDDLE: “Neither… it’s because you have a knack for putting yourself in situations where you catch feelings for my enemies and become an unintended casualty. Maybe you should find someone who can handle the truth better.”
Cyrus raises and lowers his eyebrow quickly, a snide look on his face.
DEVYNE: “Don’t you DARE mock my choices in men. Don’t you fucking dare. The things you did went beyond what a normal person would do to their enemies. As if you purposefully tried to turn things sour. As if you were sabotaging my life over and over.”
RIDDLE: “Well, sorry that you feel that way. But, the first step to feeling at peace is within yourself. There’s nothing I can do about that. I’ve always looked out for you, it’s not my fault the cunt couldn’t handle the image of me inside of you. If he truly cared, he’d not have made a mockery of you.”
Psyche clenched her teeth at his words.
DEVYNE: “Fuck you, Cyrus.”
Her hand fell to her side. Her teeth unclenched. The intensity had dulled through conversation, her hand lingering just to convince herself she still had power. But she didn’t. Not anymore. She put her head down, looking to the ground.
RIDDLE: “You can be mad at me forever, I won’t like it, but I can handle it. I’m here for you regardless, when you want it.”
The same anger and intensity was back in her. The heartbreak and sadness pushed back down.
DEVYNE: “You’re a right fucking cunt, you know that? Trying to play the good guy. Trying to show empathy and compassion. But it’s all fucking fake. I don’t need you anymore, Cyrus. I don’t need your pity!”
RIDDLE: “Well, if that’s how you feel…good luck finding anyone else willing to go to bat for you and support every decision you make, no matter how daft it is. Have fun…living with yourself. Just know, when I walk away, that’s it. Hope you thought this shit through.”
Cyrus turns shakes his head and turns his back to her, walking away. Psyche watches as Cyrus walks away, tears beginning to form.
She swipes at a random prop to the left of her, breaking it into pieces. She sighs, clenching and unclenching her teeth.
DEVYNE: “Why did I do that? Why did you fucking do that? He deserved it… No he didn’t!”
She turns her attention to the camera in front of her.
DEVYNE: “Get the fuck away from me!”
She grabs for the camera, pulling it down to the ground, cutting the feed instantly.

Ante Up had finally arrived and in the eyes of Elijah Carlson it was the night that everyone would truly start paying attention not only to him, but also to Genevie, who had been working just as hard as he had to get what she wanted. There had been some missteps and misunderstandings along the way, but all the same he fully expected at the end of the night they would be recognized as the “power couple” of not just Uprising, but of Four Corners Wrestling as a whole. There was still a lot to go through in order to get to that point, of course. Both of them would have to defeat their opponents that evening. For himself it was a title defense against Lauryn Wolfe, a skilled a driven competitor whom Eli was convinced would have been victorious against nearly any other opponent but himself and, of course, his girlfriend. For Genie, her task was to finally capture championship gold. At first she had set her eyes upon the Nevaeh and the Chivalry Championship but for whatever reason Paul Knight had instead changed her course and placed her in a match against Persephone Marquis for the Fate Championship. So be it. He was going to win. She was going to win. As far as he was concerned that meant that the entire Uprising roster at the end of the night should willingly choose to kneel down and kiss their feet.
Full of energy, Eli bounced on the balls of his feet with the PrimeTime Championship wrapped around his waist as he stood near guerilla. Soon enough he would hear the sound of his music, he’d make his way down the aisle and into the ring and the defense of his title would begin. His eyes darted around until finally locking on those of Genie’s, a small smile cracking his serious demeanour as she drew nearer to him. The smile was returned as she walked over to him. She didn’t give him a moment to speak as she grabbed his face and kissed him for a few moments, just long enough to make you people uncomfortable before pulling away with a smirk, as she smoothed her hand over the shoulder of his brand new leather jacket.

Genevie:”Tonight is OUR night babe. We’re gonna go out there and represent Uprising, and carry the whole brand on our back. I can’t wait to watch you crush Lauryn’s hopes and dreams of becoming Primetime Champion. Then I’m going to become the hottest and greatest Fate Champion this company has EVER and will ever see.”
Eli nodded his head in agreement with everything Gen had said, his own hands still placed firmly on her hips. They really were like teenagers in high school who simply couldn’t keep their hands off of each other at times.
Elijah Carlson:”It absolutely is our night. At the end of it all there won’t be anyone left to question whether or not I deserve to hold this title, and there won’t be anyone left to question whether or not you’re good enough to beat Persephone Marqueef. Erm, Marquis. Truly these are exciting times in our lives and in the lives of all of our fans like Jett Wilder and Bryan Williams who just can’t get enough of us on twitter. Just think about how involved all of our fans are going to be in celebrating our championship reigns with us and for the next nine months in celebrating the upcoming birth of our beloved Alvin Simon Theodore IV.”
He knew Genie was going to argue with him about that so he immediately placed a finger to her lips to shush her.
Elijah Carlson:”In fact, I got you something to prove just how much all of this means to me and to show you how proud I am of you and your impending victory over our soon to be former Fate Champion.”
Geneve’s glare relaxed at that moment and she jerked her face away from Ei’s finger pressed on her lips. Her eyes lit up and she had a bounce in her step as she grinned.
Genevie:”Wow. Really?! You got me a present. I’m so excited. I have something for you too. I was going to wait to give it, or well tell you the great news until after you retained that Primetime Championship belt.”
She smirked down and rubbed the title that was firmly attached around his waist as she seemed to get caught up in staring at it for a moment before snapping out of it and looking up at Eli.
Genevie:”But, now is as good of time as any. But you go first. I’m way excited I don’t think I can wait to see what it is!”
He was excited too and was considering arguing with her over who should have to give their present first but he decided he was comfortable with giving her his “gift” first. And so he nodded his head simply and reached into the pocket of his brand new leather jacket that Genie had bought him as part of his new ring attire. Gone was the black hooded sweatshirt of old. He looked substantially more professional now and he was going to give her the gift she had been begging for earlier in the week. Without getting down on one knee or anything crazy like that he pulled out a small jewelry box and opened it revealing a large diamond ring. The sort of diamond ring that most women would have wanted if their significant other had proposed to them like Genie had announced on twitter earlier in the week.
Elijah Carlson:”You were right about marrying you and about me being scared to tell everyone but I thought about it and what’s to be scared of? So I went out and spent all day yesterday looking for the perfect ring that would be worthy of being on your finger and I think I found it. Everyone will know that I’m proud to be your fiance now. I bet it’ll even do some damage to Persephone’s face when you wear it out ot the ring for your match tonight.”
He grabbed her left hand before she could pull it away and slipped the ring on her left ring finger just like he had seen done a thousand times on television. She didn’t even move. Genevie’s mouth was dropped open. She couldn’t believe he had actually done it. After the ring was on her finger she stared at it for a moment before shaking her head, and getting her wits about her almost instantly. This was going to make her “gift” all that much better. She reached into her overly exposed cleavage, of her sparkling ring attire top and pulled out a stick. A pregnancy test with a smile she took the same hand of Eli’s that had just put the ring on her finger. She put it in his hand with a smile.
Genevie:”You were right. Must have been Daddy’s intuition. I’m finally accepting of all of this and I just know we are going to be such a great family. You’re going to be such a great dad, and now husband. You have no idea how much this ring means to me, and it’s beautiful, and because of this I think I can accept our baby. Thank you for making me the happiest future wife and mother ever.”
They both were laying it on thick for each other. Genevie just admiring her ring, but you couldn’t help but notice that inside she was probably screaming in terror. Eli himself was horrified on the inside at everything that was happening but on the outside, after staring in shock for a moment, he gathered his own wits and a wide smile formed on his lips. It was then at that moment that Eli knelt down in front of Genevie and planted a single kiss on her stomach before standing again and kissing her lips quickly.
Elijah Carlson:”Well, this daddy has a Primetime Championship to go win. We’ll celebrate when you get back from winning your championship, mama.”
He winked at her and turned to disappear behind the curtain, waiting for the last few moments before he would head to the ring. Yes, he had at title to defend but in that moment all he wanted to do was throw up. Genevie smiled until Eli was out of her vision and her smile faded as she looked at the ring on her finger and shook her head, her eyes darting back and forth at the people as they passed by. She had a match to get ready for herself.
Genevie:”Son of a bitch… This is so fucked.”
She then walked the opposite way, fiddling with the ring on her finger as she walked, shaking her head as she avoided eye contact with anyone. Clearly both their plans had backfired on each other.


VASSA: “Oh look who it is, the XTV Champion.”
Walking the halls backstage with the XTV Championship proudly over his shoulder, Sonny Lee turns the corner and enters the catering area where he is then met by Tanya Black.
JOHNSON: “Watch out Sonny!”
Throwing a tray of food into Sonny’s face, Tanya catches him by surprises and temporarily blinds him. She then charges towards him and wraps him up around the waist, driving him backwards and slamming him into the side of a table covered with even more trays of food. Falling off his shoulder, Sonny drops the XTV Championship as Tanya begins clawing away at his face. She then turns him around and grabs onto his head with both hands before slamming it down and driving his face into the top of the table.
VASSA: “Goddamnit! Why do they always have to ruin the food?!”
JOHNSON: “Calm down, Vinny, there’s plenty more being prepared.”
Pressing Sonny’s face into the table, Tanya then drags him from one end to the other, knocking trays of food out of the way with his head. As the approach the end of the table, Sonny grabs onto a tray with both hands and swings it up and over his head.

VASSA: “Look at those ribs flying!”
As ribs fly in every direction, Tanya stumbles backwards but still on her feet. As Sonny turns around to face her, she takes off and charges towards him with barbeque sauce covering her face. Lunging towards Sonny, Tayna goes to grab him but as she does, he steps out of the way and then takes her face first to the table top with a drop toe hold. Tanya’s head bounces off the table and she falls backwards to the floor, crashing hard against the cold tile. Pushing himself up slowly, Sonny then picks up the championship from the floor before looking to Tanya. Shaking his head back and forth, he then places the championship back over his shoulder and turns his back to the mess of food left behind scattered around Tanya’s body.


The electricity in the air of the T-Mobile arena is electric. As the camera pans over the hyped crowd for a moment, before the camera moves over to ringside. At ringside, the camera moves around the ring where multiple hotel related items have been placed. Various lamps, potted plants, headboards, television sets, dressers, nightstands, and other related amenities are sprawled between the ring and the fans. Suddenly, the fans begin to get silent as Mike Power’s voice fills the arena.
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the first ever high rollers match! The only way to win this contest is to roll your opponent in the provided luggage cart up the ramp! ”
“Release me”

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, 4CW’s resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
“No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely”

Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
POWERS: “Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the “WildKat”… KAT JJOONNEESS!!!”
“I try to hide from the unholy sound of it
Another day gone
Another night’s dawn”

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits ………. arrival.
Suddenly, the sounds of Niykee Heaton’s “Nexus” enter the arena. As the camera moves over towards the stage the fans in attendance begin to boo heavily. From behind the curtain, head Hot Shot Taryn Robinson has appeared. With a devious smirk on her face, Taryn flicks her brunette hair off of her shoulder. With the sounds of heavy boos raining down from the T-Mobile Arena, Taryn begins to walk down the ramp.
POWERS: “And introducing her opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana… Taryn Robinson!!!!!!!! ”
As Taryn continues to make her way down the ramp, she begins to trade barbs with the fans that are at ringside. As she places her hands onto her hips, she makes her way towards the laundry cart. She looks down at the cart. After a moment, she looks up towards the ring, and is shocked to find Kat soaring through the middle rope and landing on top of her with a suicide dive!
JOHNSON: “It looks like Kat couldn’t wait to get her hands on Taryn here!”
VASSA: “Of course she does, she’s jealous of that precious little cheerleader.”
As both women lay on the arena floor, Kat quickly stands up from the floor. Taryn is clearly shaken as Kat quickly grabs Taryn by her brunette hair. Pulling her up to her feet, she yanks her further towards the ring. Kat then turns her around, and throws her into the nightstand that is located next to the ring. As Taryn crashes into the hard wood furniture, she bends over it. Not wasting anytime, Stevenson then forcefully kicks Taryn in the butt, sending her over the nightstand. As she falls down onto the arena floor once more, she quickly begins to crawl around the ringside area.
VASSA: “Well, I’ve always wanted to see Taryn on all fours, but not like this!”
JOHNSON: ”Would you please be quiet?”
Kat then walks around the ring post, but is blasted in the gut by a big boot from Taryn who stands up from the arena floor. As Stevenson is bent over, Tayrn grabs hold to a long standing lamp. Turning it sideways, she quickly lifts it up, and sends it over the back of Kat Stevenson. As Kat falls down to the floor, Taryn quickly slides into the ring to get some sort of reprieve from the onslaught of Kat. Stevenson slowly begins to stand up from the floor, then slides into the ring. Taryn quickly begins to land swift kicks to Kat’s back. Not allowing Kat to get back to her feet, Taryn reaches down and grabs onto the chord of the lamp, and begins to wrap it around the neck of her opponent. Before Taryn is able to fully wrap it around her neck, Kat begins to fight back. She slides her hand between the chord, and pushes it away from her neck. Kat then reaches over, and latches onto Taryn’s leg. She then pulls her down causing Taryn to go crashing down to the mat. Taking advantage, Jones quickly stands up from the mat and takes hold of Taryn’s long brunette hair. As she stands up Taryn from the mat, she throws her out of the ring through the middle rope.
JOHNSON: “Kat is definitely trying to hurt Taryn here.”
VASSA: “Jealousy is a very ugly thing. Of all people, you should know that Steve!”
Taryn falls down to the arena floor, and Kat quickly jumps out of the ring. With both women surrounded by the weapons surrounding the arena, Kat takes hold of a coffee pot sitting on a table. She then swings it and smacks Taryn over the head with it. Taryn falls down to the arena floor as the fans collectively cheer Kat’s actions. Kat throws the coffee pot down to the arena floor, then grabs hold of the ironing board next to the ring. She then walks over to the announce table and leans it up against it. As Taryn begins to stand up from the mat, Jones walks over and grabs her by the hair. She walks her towards the ironing board, and is ready to throw her into it. Suddenly, Taryn swifts the momentum allowing Kat to go crashing into the ironing board. As the fans boo, Kat falls down to the arena floor, before the ironing board falls on top of Kat Jones.
VASSA: ”Brilliant! What a great move by that beautiful specimen, Taryn Robinson!”
JOHNSON: “She’s a smart in-ring veteran, but I wouldn’t count Kat out just yet.”
Taryn then stands on top of the ironing board, as she looks over the crowd with a chuckle. As the fans begin to boo, Taryn gets off of the ironing board, and moves it over. Reaching down, she takes hold of Kat’s black hair and pulls her up to her feet. As she walks Kat around the ring and towards the cart, she pushes her into a nightstand next to the ring. As Kat lays against it, Taryn pulls her away and throws her into the headboard laying against the barricade. Kat falls down to the floor as the fans continue to boo heavily. Taryn then bends down and pulls Jones back up to her feet. Confidence radiates from Taryn as she places her back onto the ring apron. Once Kat is back to her feet, Taryn runs towards her. Kat side steps sending Taryn head first into the headboard!
JOHNSON: “Taryn just went head first into the headboard!”
VASSA: “… I’m pretty sure she’s an expert at that happening!”
As Taryn falls down to the arena floor. The referee looks on with obvious concern. A look of anger comes over Kat’s face as she takes center stage. She walks over to the large table located near the stairs and holds onto a large flat screen television. Slowly, Taryn begins to stand up from the mat holding onto her head. Kat rushes towards her and swings the television wildly slamming it against the head of Taryn before throwing it down to the floor. As Taryn falls down to the mat, she is clearly out of it. Kat then grabs her by the hair, and begins to drag her towards the laundry cart.
VASSA: “It looks like Kat is about to win a victory here!”
JOHNSON: ”Taryn’s been hit in the head with a television, I’m pretty sure she isn’t going to be out like a light!”
Kat pulls the cart against the ring apron, as Kat begins pulling Taryn up to her feet. She then gets onto the ring apron, and pulls Taryn up with her as well. With both women standing up on the ring apron, Kat pulls Taryn up to in an all so familiar position. With Taryn in position, Kat has her back facing the cart, falling down she hits a devastating Katastrophe on Taryn into the laundry cart!
VASSA: “What a Katastrophe!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like Taryn is going to be out of it!”
As both women lay in the laundry cart, the referee looks down in the cart. After a moment, Kat stands up in the laundry cart, and falls out of it. She then stands up from the arena floor and begins to push the cart up the ramp. With each step, the fans begin to cheer more and more. Finally, Kat pushes the cart over the yellow line as the fans erupt in cheers. As “Asylum” by Distrubed begins to play Kat stands up triumphantly at the top of the entrance ramp.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, Kat Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Kat looks over the T-Mobile Arena with a smirk as the camera moves back to the backstage area.


JOHNSON: “So far he’s had two people attack him after the opening match but Sonny Lee is still our XTV Champion.”
VASSA: “The night is still young, Steve.”
Walking the hall with the XTV Championship draped over his shoulder, Sonny comes into full focus. Looking over his shoulder every so often, he walks the halls with caution as anything is bound to happen with a target such as the Xtreme Roulette painted on his back. Stopping in front of his locker room, Sonny looks down both ends of the hall before taking a deep breath and placing his hand onto the door handle.
VASSA: “If Sonny can just lock himself away in the locker room for the rest of the night he could keep himself and that championship safe.”
Turning the door handle, Sonny begins to open the door to the locker room.
JOHNSON: “Anything is worth a shot.”

As the door opens, Maddox Lucien appears on the other side with a picture frame in hand, swinging forward and laying it across the top of Sonny’s head. Sonny stumbles backwards and slams against the wall of the hall, dropping the championship to the floor. Rushing in, Maddox takes a swing for Sonny’s head but misses as Sonny moves his head out of the way. As Maddox’s hand hits the wall, his hand breaks through the drywall, leaving a huge hole as he pulls his hand out.
Spots of blood begin to show from the small cuts on Sonny’s forehead. Maddox then grabs him by the head and forces it down to waist level before dragging Sonny back into the locker room and throwing him head first into a large mirror hanging on the wall.


JOHNSON: “That’s going to bring many years of bad luck.”
VASSA: “If you believe in that bullshit.”
Popping his head into the door, Jason Cashe looks on as Maddox begins throwing various objects. Picking the championship up from the floor, Cashe looks into the face plate with that toothless grin stretching from ear to ear.
JOHNSON: “Jason Cashe has the belt!”
VASSA: “Here’s his chance to become a three time XTV Champion.”
JOHNSON: “What the heck?”
With the belt in hand, Cashe then pulls his head from out of the locker room and then disappears as he takes off running down the hall. Inside the room, Maddox lifts Sonny off the floor and German suplexes him through a table. Rolling over Sonny for the pin, Maddox hooks the leg as the nearby official on duty begins the count.

VASSA: “Maddox Lucien has stolen the belt off of Sonny Lee!”
JOHNSON: “But Jason Cashe has literally stolen the belt.”
Standing to his feet, Maddox walks to the hall and begins searching the floor for the championship only to come up short as a look of confusion settles on his face.

ZOLNEROWICH: “This is seriously the best day of my life. Who would’ve thought that my student would already bring so much pride to the Zolnerowich’s Ass Kickin’ Club?”
WOLFE: “Jesus fucking Christ, Amanda. Are you supposed to be my trainer or my mother?”
ZOLNEROWICH:“Can I be both?”
Lauryn would roll her eyes at the blonde woman, readjusting her boots. For the first time ever, the 4CW cameras would capture Wolfe with Amanda Zolnerowich, who displayed an effervescent smile as she proudly looked on at her student.
ZOLNEROWICH: “What? I can’t be happy for you?”
WOLFE: “You can, but don’t fucking gush all over me when the god damn cameras on are us.”
Lauryn then brought her finger up to point at the cameras that were there to film the two women. However, Amanda simply arched a brow, seemingly unconcerned.
ZOLNEROWICH: “So what? You’re camera shy or somethin’, Lauryn? Oh, lemme guess… you got a reputation to upkeep, so you don’t wanna be seen with me. Ain’t that right, Ms. Wolfe?”
WOLFE: “It’s not that. It’s just that I don’t want the rest of these 4CW fuckheads to think that you’re my Mom or something.”
ZOLNEROWICH: “You’re being ridiculous, Lauryn. Besides, since when did you care about what others have to say or think about you?”
Lauryn let out an annoyed groan.
WOLFE: “I don’t care about what people think of me, but I –”
ZOLNEROWICH: “Alright, alright. Just forget it. I don’t need you to get in a fit of rage and have your head explode over something so trivial. We sure as hell don’t want that to happen right before your big match.”
WOLFE:“Yeah, you’re right. So, how about you just stay here and I go out there for my match, yeah? It’s about to start.”
ZOLNEROWICH: “Alright, Lauryn. Good luck.”
Lauryn simply nodded her head and then walked away, making her towards the ring. As the young woman was on her way, the older blonde woman would shout out one more thing before Lauryn was out of view.
ZOLNEROWICH: “Love you!”
Lauryn stopped, slowly turning around to look back at Amanda. The cameras would catch a glimpse of the disgusted frown that was on her face and Lauryn would shake her head before leaving completely. By the time the cameras redirected themselves back to Amanda, the viewers would see that the woman became emotional.
ZOLNEROWICH: “… It’s like watching your own child grow up before your very eyes. I’m sorry, I’m just so proud of her a-and…”
Amanda couldn’t even finish her statement before she became a sobbing mess. She covered her face and walked away before the scene quickly transitioned.

The feed cuts backstage and the cameraman follows Frankie Morrison closely as he travels through the corridors of the T-Mobile Arena. Unfamiliar 4CW employees stop the former General Manager, shaking his hand and wishing him the best of luck as he passes. Finally Frankie Morrison reaches the designated dressing room for Unstable. Securing a cup of coffee that he just put together near catering in one hand, he presses the palm of his other hand against the door and pushes it open. Morrison steps through and abruptly stops as the two remaining members of Unstable sit in steel chairs, prepping themselves for their respective title matches coming up; in between the two, an empty steel chair. Morrison stares at the chair and shakes his head.
MORRISON: “Weird not having Cashe here with you guys.”
Madison ignored Morrison’s comment, just kept his head down as he laced up his boots. As Caleb enters the picture already dressed in his ring attire for the Main Event tonight. CJ just shakes his head.
O’DONNELL: “Yeah Frankie it is kind of fucked up that Cashe isn’t here with us but he did what was best for Jason. Do I blame him? No I get it. He couldn’t wrap his head around something and like he always does he makes rash decisions. He does not care what the consequences are. Enough about him as when the time is right we will deal with him. Right now we have to focus on our goals tonight. Madison is gonna retain that Pride Championship of his and I …
A slight smirk comes across the face of The Distinguished.
O’DONNELL: “Let’s just say after tonight Unstable will control the two top titles in Four Corners Wrestling. Man the look on Perry’s face after tonight is going to be priceless.”
MORRISON: “It’s been a long winding road that you guys have traveled. This is what you’ve all be working for; a chance to right the sails before 4CW is too far gone. Madison is going to retain against Erron. You shocking the world, and leaving Ante Up the 4CW Champion would be the perfect ending. It just feels like we’re missing…”
Madison finished tying his boots and placed his hands on top of his knees before pushing himself up to his feet. Before Frankie could finish that final statement, Madison interjected.
MADISON: “We get it Frankie. Unstable has a completely different feel without Cashe standing by our side. Cashe is my boy; has been for a long time. The man wears his heart in his sleeve. He made his decision and the best we could do is respect that; he’s earned at least that much from us. I don’t blame him one bit. If I had found out Amber, Claire, or Meyhu we’re teaming with Erron in a tournament I’d lose my shit too! But they’re grown ass adults and have the right to make their own decisions.”
O’DONNELL: “I couldn’t have said it better myself Chris. Who knows what the future holds. Cashe one day might ask to come back to Unstable or maybe just maybe this is part of a bigger plan.”
CJ winks towards the camera as he begins to chuckle.
O’DONNELL: “We are called Unstable for a reason. So what is going on with your current contract? Has Perry finally opened up his wallet wide enough to pay you or is Kaysie taking all of his money as well as his manhood?”
MADISON: “No bullshit, I’m done. He threw some offer a couple of weeks ago. I’m not going to sit here and keep wasting my time playing his games. If he really wanted me to stay he would’ve had a sit down like he’s done with everyone else. He knows there’s no one left in his pocket to throw at me. I’ve run through ‘em all. After I’m through with Erron I’m taking the Pride Championship with me.”
Morrison looked at CJ and shook his head while rolling his eyes.
MORRISON: “I’ve been trying to get him to budge but no luck.”
CJ scratches his head and waits a few seconds before responding to what Madison just said.
O’DONNELL: “Alright I see that is a very sore subject. How about we contact the IRS and tell him that Wallace has been cheating on his taxes and that his funds need to be freezes until a further investigation happens. Or we can just have some Jack into his bank account and empty it out that way. I know a guy that has very strong government connections in Europe.”
Caleb is trying to get Madison to laugh but Chris maintained his trademark stoic demeanor. He nonchalantly dismissed CJ’s attempt to make light of the situation.
MADISON: “You’d just be wasting your time. Perry couldn’t pay me enough to willingly put up with his bullshit anymore. Tonight we end on a high note, we prove why Unstable was the best thing this company has ever witnessed. You and I walk out of Ante Up, shoulder to shoulder, with the 4CW Pride Championship and the 4CW Championship. To me this is still a family; albeit a dysfunctional one. Wherever I land, I’m still Unstable… Just can’t do it here anymore; not until things drastically change.”
O’DONNELL: “I would hate to see you leave 4CW but I understand you have to do what is best for you. Who knows after tonight maybe both of us will do a walkout on Perry so he will pay us the proper money. I know if I do stay and shit gets hectic you are only a phone call away.”
MADISON: “Definitely; as is Amber, Claire, and Meyhu. Unstable transcends the boundaries of just 4CW. Let’s just make tonight a night of terror that will continuously haunt Perry WallASS until the end of time!”
CJ O’Donnell nods his head as Madison swings his arm and pats him on the shoulder; both men acknowledging that Ante Up could be the final stage for Unstable in 4CW.


VASSA: “Ugh, what the hell is this?”
Opening up to the inside of a bathroom, we see the XTV Championship draped over the top of a stall. Behind the door, touching the floor, we see a pair of shoes with pants down around the ankles. Bursting through the bathroom door, Maddox Lucien then appears. His eyes light up at the sight of the championship only a few feet in front of him.
LUCIEN: “You son of a bitch!”
VOICE: “Fuck out of here with that booshit!”
Maddox then walks to the stall and stands in front of the door. Grabbing the XTV Championship, he then lowers it to his side before reaching to the door handle with his other hand.

The door to the stall swings open, slamming into Lucien’s face and knocking him backwards to the sink. Inside of the stall, Cashe sits on the toilet with a shit-eating grin on his face.
CASHE: “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
The door to the bathroom then swings open again and this time, Issac Solo enters the bathroom.
CASHE: “Don’t make me get up off this toilet and throw doodoo at you!”
Turning to his left, Issac sets his eyes on Maddox holding himself up with the counter of the sink. Lunging forward, Issac then grabs onto his head and pulls him up to his feet before pounding away at his face with massive right hands.
CASHE: “Bite him! Bite that da-oush!”
Leaning Maddox over the sink, Issac then grabs the trash can and smashes it over Maddox’s head. Dropping the can to the floor, he then picks Maddox up and drops him on top of it with a sit-out side slam.
JOHNSON: “Samoan Squash!”
VASSA: “There’s trash everywhere!”
With an official standing in the doorway, Issac then covers Maddox’s body over the trash can.

VASSA: “Issac Solo is the new XTV Champion!”
JOHNSON: “Just like that the championship changes hands once again!”
As he stands, Issac grabs the belt off the floor and then heads for the door, leaving nothing but a mess behind him. Sitting on the toilet in tears from laughing so hard, Cashe reaches to his side only to realize there’s no toilet paper on the roll.
CASHE: “HEY!!! Get me a roll Issac!”
Not stopping, Issac continues in the opposite direction as the door to the bathroom closes, leaving Cashe in a predicament.


McCabe: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and it is for the PrimeTime Championship Title. Introducing first the challenger making her way to the ring from Seattle, Washington weighing 127 pounds and standing five foot six inches tall…. LAURYN…. WOLFE!”
With the lights bright, everyone can now see Lauryn Wolfe with her arm raised and her back towards them. Of course, the boos would come down heavily like pouring rain, but that wouldn’t faze the brash young woman from the streets of Seattle. Lauryn turns around and slowly surveys the crowd with a sly smirk across her face before making her way down to the ring. She completely ignores everyone, as she only has the ring in her main line of sight. As Lauryn reaches the ring, she slides in and scales the nearest turnbuckle once she gets up. Cupping her hands by her mouth, Lauryn howls out with the fans relentlessly booing her. With a more serious expression on her face, Lauryn looks around the venue once more before coming back down and leaning up against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to get underway.
McCabe: “And her opponent…”
The lights go out as the sound of a crowd chanting the opening portion of “The Downfall of us All” by A Day To Remember echo loudly. Some of the fans in attendance boo, while others begin chanting along with the song.
The screaming voice of the lead singer cuts through the chanting as the lights come back up and immediately Elijah Carlson pushes through the gorilla curtain and emerges on the stage, arms outspread as he bobs his head along to the beat of the music.
McCabe: “Coming to the ring, billed from New York, New York, weighing two hundred and ten pounds and standing six feet, and one inches tall… here is your PRIMETIME CHAMPION …. ELIJAH…. CARLSON!”
At the top of the ramp Eli pauses and points at the crowd, jawing at a few of the fans before finding a fan seated beside the ramp holding up a sign in support of him. From inside his wrestling boot he pulls out a sharpie and walks to over to the fan, autographing the sign before giving them a fist bump. Turning his attention from his fan, Eli removes the black hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and sprints the rest of the way down the ramp, sliding into the ring where he makes his way to the far turnbuckle. Having climbed the turnbuckle, Eli points out a few more random fans in his view before spreading his arms out wide, smirking as though the outcome of the upcoming match is undeniably in his favor.
Davis: “There’s the bell-“
Fuchs: “And Wolfe’s not wasting any time! She charges Eli Carlson and forces him into the corner..”
Wolfe pushes Carlson into the corner and begins lacing him with big right elbows. The crowd begins counting with his fist, and they get to nine before Carlson comes to his senses and reverses it, throwing Wolfe into the corner and returning the favor. As the referee gets in between them and breaks it up after 10, but Wolfe charges out of the corner and nails Carlson with a running lariat. Wolfe bounces off the ropes, and Carlson springs back up and goes back down again with another lariat from Wolfe.
Davis: “Explosive opening to this match-up, neither playing any games. Wolfe bounces off for a second time, but-“
Fuchs: “Carlson sweeps Wolfe’s legs out form under her, and Wolfe hits the mat hard! Get up, Lauryn!!!”
Davis: “She does, and HUGE running kneelift from the PrimeTime Champion! Carlson picks up Wolfe, lifts her up..”
The crowd pops as Carlson lifts Wolfe up into a huge vertical suplex. He spins around a couple of times before he falls backwards.
Davis: “The crowd liked that move.. I don’t think they know which of these two they’re supposed to root for.”
Fuchs: “Well, if they were smart they’d like both of them. Carlson picks Wolfe up, whips her in.. DEVASTATING elbow to the midsection from Carlson, and Wolfe is doubled over on the canvas now.”
Carlson laughs at Wolfe, and goes over to the ropes to jaw at the fans a little bit. Eli sees Wolfe is starting to move on the mat and launches his body at the challenger as he connects with a dropkick to the side of the face of Lauryn. Eli props himself up on to the second ropes and goes for a double axe handle but Wolfe is on her feet and connects with a dropkick to the jaw of the PrimeTime Champion.
Davis: “Look at Carlson on the mat holding his jaw.”
Fuchs: “Don’t worry I am sure Genevie will kiss his boo boo later.”
Wolfe has gotten to her feet and runs up behind Carlson, locks his arms.. GERMAN SUPLEX from Wolfe!


Davis: “Not enough.”
The crowd pops a little bit as Carlson kicks out of the pin attempt. Wolfe pulls Carlson to his feet, scoops him up, slams him back down, and she practically jumps to the top turnbuckle and the crowd erupts as…
Davis: “What a beautiful move by Lauryn Wolfe right there.”
Wofes coming off of the top turnbuckle, flipping in mid-air and dropping that guillotine leg drop on Carlson! She goes for the cover…


Carlson gets a shoulder up this time. Wolfe is getting a little annoyed at this point, and picks up a dazed Carlson, bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying clothesline, which Carlson ducks. Carlson grabs Wolfe’s stretched-out arm, and maneuvers it into a pump handle slam. Wolfe pops right back up, and Carlson bounces off the ropes, but..
Fuchs: “Another great move by Wolfe there, with a jumping head scissors on a running Eli Carlson.”
Davis: “I think Wolfe may have landed a little wrong there, though, Mikey, because Eli got right out of it.”
Fuchs: “It looks like Wolfe landed a little hard on his right arm, and Carlson capitalizes immediately by pulling that arm way back.”
Wolfe grimaces in pain as Carlson wrenches his right arm back. The PrimeTime Champion sweeps Wolfe’s legs out from under her, and Wolfe crashes to the canvas with Carlson on top of her, still with the armbar locked in place. After about twenty-seconds of working the right arm, he lets go and immediately moves into a reverse chinlock, sitting way back on Wolfe’s back. The referee is now down on the mat, asking Wolfe if she wants to give up.
Davis: “I think we all know what her answer is.”
Fuchs: “This is a title match. Wolfe’s not going to give up from a little chinlock.”
As if hearing what Fuchs just said, Carlson sits back even farther on the back, and Wolfe howls out in pain. After a few more seconds of this, though, Wolfe finds a way to struggle up to a kneeling position, and Carlson drops the hold. He whips Wolfe into the ropes, and grabs Lauryn in a side headlock on the return. He drops to a kneel and pulls back on the neck.
Davis: “Impressive technical display here by Eli Carlson, keeping the high-flying challenger grounded, for the time being anyway.”
Fuchs: “Yeah, and he hit that nice suplex earlier on. Carlson has definitely come to play today.”
Wolfe showing her flexibility has slipped down a bit and connected with her right foot with the face of Carlson which stuns him and allows her to slip out of the submission move. Both Eli and Lauryn get up to their feet at the same time and begin clubbing away at one another. Carlson gets the advantage and goes to irish whip Wolfe into the corner but Lauryn reverses it and follows in with a running double knees which is followed up with a low dropkick.
Fuchs: “And she is pulling Eli out of the corner to make a cover…”



Wolfe slaps the mat in frustration and puts Eli in position for Fiery Impulse but Carlson slips out of it at the last possible second and connects with a …



McCabe: “The winner of this match and still PRIMETIME CHAMPION … ELIJAH CARLSON!!!”

In the parking lot, two official 4CW security guards are gathered together, making sure nobody tries to sneak in without a ticket. The blonde guard sports a mullet, the other a simple buzzcut.
GUARD ONE: “Do you feel safe out here?”
GUARD TWO: “‘Safe?’ What do you mean? We’ve just been standing around all night, bored out our minds. What’s there to be worried about?”
GUARD ONE: “Oh, you knew. A few weeks ago, remember? Those two goons took out Cyrus in a parking lot, and we still haven’t seen him since. You don’t think that’s a little… Ominous?”
GUARD TWO: “Don’t tell me you’re one of those conspiracy theorists, Dave. Hah. Next, you’re going to be saying the government’s listening in on all our conversations, the aliens already invaded at Rockwell, and George W. Bush did 9/11.”
The second guard with the buzzcut shook his head, laughing again.
GUARD ONE: “C’mon, Al. I mean, you can’t tell me you’re not in the least bit scared over all this. I mean, what if it was Unstable? What if he wasn’t the last?”
GUARD TWO: “What, you think it was Unstable? No. Not even close. That was the work of Perry Wallace’s boys.”
The first guard, Dave, laughed.
GUARD ONE: “And you said I was the conspiracy theorist?”
Just then, the camera panned slowly to the side, the motionless silhouette of a man with his back turned towards everyone watching. His fists clenched, the camera slowly lowering to reveal a tire iron firmly between the digits of his right hand.
VASSA: “Is that…?”
JOHNSON: “One of the men who attacked Cyrus Riddle? It might be!”

Down went the first guard, knocked to the ground with a powerful shot to the back of his knee with the tire iron! Without remorse, the silhouette smacked him in the face, breaking the skin before he even hit the concrete floor.
VASSA: “Holy crap! It’s him!”
JOHNSON: “The man Cyrus Riddle’s been searching for just gave that man a concussion! And he’s not done!”
When the masked man turned, the camera caught a glimpse of the bandana covering his face, a low hood blocking light from his eyes. With a new target in sight, he leaped with brutality, mercilessly mounting the security guard with the buzzcut.
MASKED MAN: “Unstable sends their regards.”
His voice echoed so much that it was impossible to tell who it belonged to, and before the guard could even protect himself, he was greeted with a harsh slap across the face courtesy of the tire iron. He didn’t stop there. Over and over, the masked man swung the piece of metal back and forth, hitting him each and every time.
JOHNSON: “Someone has to stop this senseless violence. Somebody needs to call for help, call an ambulance! This is uncalled for.”
VASSA: “Wait. Did he just say he was part of Unstable?! Unstable’s right. Look at that man’s face! It’s covered in blood, swollen to hell!”
JOHNSON: “Unstable? So it was them who attacked Cyrus Riddle?”
Finally, once the assault was over, the masked man cradled the unconscious guard’s head with a certain amount of gentleness. Reaching into his own jacket pocket, he pulled out a small but sharp razor blade, wasting little time at all carving a shape into his fallen victim’s forehead without a hint of hesitation.

VASSA: “That’s… That’s Dakota’s ritual. That’s what he did to Cyrus the night he got attacked…”
JOHNSON: “This is so desturbing!”
Smearing the blood all over his palms, the masked man continues, rubbing it into his sweatshirt. Grabbing the blade, he cuts the man further, reaching into the carnage with two fingers to place directly on his bandana, enough to make the black tinted completely crimson red. without a word.
Getting to his feet, he watches as paramedics arrive. Instead of leaving to the shadows where he began, he takes a leisurely stroll into the T-Mobile Arena, the guard’s blood still all over him.

“Where do I take you? Knox isn’t here…”
A whimper as if Ruthless the Boston Terrier understood Cashe’s troubles. Knowing there would be people who would seek to take or even hurt Ruthless while Cashe was out there competing. He had to have someone watch him but had a very short list of people he could trust these days. Staring into Ruthless eyes, the dog has his tongue lapping out at Cashe as the “Troubled1” holds him up in front of him.
CASHE: “I should have fed you to gators…”
Still unaware of anything Cashe is saying, Ruthless wiggles and shakes with excitement. Cute fucking dog but Cashe wasn’t a good person to have another living thing under his care. Letting out a deep sigh as he sets Ruthless down on the floor of his locker room. Holding the leash on his dog, Cashe reaches down and lifts up a small mesh bag full of clothes among other things.
CASHE: “I guess we have one choice. Let’s go Ruth I’m sure I’ll regret this.”
Leaving the room Ruthless starts yelping, barking and going crazy as Cashe pulls the door closed. Standing there was Persephone Marquis and she was squatted giving Ruthless attention.
CASHE: “Marweep! I was just coming to find you…”
Persephone’s eyes dart up to Cashe before she stands; folding her arms across her chest. She glares at him for a moment, studying him from head to toe and seeing the bag. Still, her serious expression drops with a brilliant and much more scarier smile.
MARQUIS: ”What a coincidence! I was just coming to kill you. Funny, huh?”
CASHE: ”I’m not laughing. Heh. Nah but look here your clothes back. Your phone, some belt and a few other items left in the car..”
Handing out the bag he was trying to play nice before asking her a favor. One he was unsure if she’d even do. Persephone frowns as she snatches the bag from his hand, immediately digging through it’s contents. She makes a big deal out of dropping the clothes inside to the floor, seeing as it doesn’t matter at this point. However, her eyes light up when something catches her attention.
MARQUIS: ”The Chivalry Title, it is here! Not that, uh, well, you see. Knight gave it to me as a going away present. Want to take care of it, you know?”
CASHE: ”I can only imagine what you did for that… NOT that it’s any of my business! I ummm, I have a question though. A favor more and I’d owe you for it.”
MARQUIS: “Stop wasting my time and just ask then.”
CASHE: ”I have to be out there for my match but ummm… I don’t want to leave him here by himself. Folks out here burning buses and you know there some folks who’d do him wrong to do me wrong. So… Wanna watch him for me?”
Persephone places a hand on her hip as she looks down at Ruthless, drooling on the floor and breathing as if he ran a marathon. He’s excited by the whole conversation and is shaking with the need to bark. He’s such a dumb dog. Looking at Cashe smiling in a way he probably thinks is persuasive, however, she can see where he gets it from.
MARQUIS: ”Sure, whatever, whatever. I’ll watch the dog. He likes me more anyway, so it’s probably better if he chills with me.”
Offering her the leash, Cashe drops down on a knee as Ruthless waddles up to him.
CASHE: ”You be good. Try not to eat the garbage most likely laying around her locker room…”
Standing up, Cashe looks back at Marquis.
CASHE: ”You trashed my car you know? Have you never heard of a garbage bag? There was GUM under the seats!”
MARQUIS: ”Gum? That was probably the dog. I don’t chew gum.”
CASHE: ”Yeah ohhhkay we’ll blame the dog. Say you didn’t happen to see my wallet did you? Lost that shit..”
Persephone pretends to ponder for a moment, finger tapping against her chin. Finally she sighs and shakes her head.
MARQUIS: ”Not sure. You know how many wallets I’ve seen in my life? Maybe describe it for me. Any pictures in it?”
CASHE: ”Nah just money, credit cards and a condom from like 12 years ago…”
Shaking his head believing her for WHATEVER reason. He reaches down and gives Ruthless a noogie type rub on his head.
CASHE: ”Well I have to go. Riddle has a jaw I need to dislocate. Wish me luck? Haha”
She rolls her eyes at his display of affection toward the small dog. Does she feel a little bad? No, not at all. Thing is, maybe she just doesn’t need to carry his ugly ass wallet around anyway. Persephone pulls the wallet from the back of her pants and tosses it on the floor.
MARQUIS: ”Wow, look at that? Fell right out of the sky. Crazy, huh? Anyway, yeah, you should get going. Also, you don’t need luck against Riddle. Dude is easy as fuck to beat. Been there, done that. Come on, Ruthless.”
She jerks the leash in her direction as she begins to walk away, the dog yelping at the sudden movement. Eyes in their direction, one might wonder if Cashe was watching the dog or Marquis ass. Shaking himself out of his zoned out stare, he smiles.
CASHE: ”She crazy..”
Leaving the scene Cashe heads to the ring.


As the camera pans back into the T-Mobile Arena, a steel cage has been placed over the ring. Inside the cage, there are tables located between the cage and ring ropes at the apron. The camera moves into the cage and shows this, sweeping across each and every one of the cages sides where the tables are located. The camera then moves towards the top where bottles of lighter fluid are hanging in two corners. In the other two corners, two torch lighters are hanging as well. As the crowd begins to cheer loudly, Mike Powers can be heard over the PA system.
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a flaming tables cage match!!! The only way to win this contest is to send your opponent through a flaming table!!!”
The arena goes into a brief silence before Jason Cashe comes out from the back, almost sliding out with a smile on his face and a dip in his step as he hears the place give him both jeers and cheers. Depending on the opponent more one than the other but he takes it all in, deeply inhaling the air with his head tilted back and his eyes closed at the edge of where the stage meets the entrance ramp.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the former three time 4CW Champion, ‘The Troubled One”, JASON CCAASSHHEE!!!”
Taking two quick puffs from an “Air Joint”, Cashe throws his arms up above his head briefly, slaps the camera zoomed in on his face and then takes his first real steps towards the ring. Giving a few fans fist bumps, those who have their hands out wanting some love he makes his way down to ringside. He rounds the corner of the ring and jogs the steel stairs, getting up on the ring apron.
Dipping through the middle ropes, he enters the ring. Walking to the opposite side, he balances on the middle rope, leaning against the top rope and once again hits the “Air Joint” before getting hyped up over the upcoming match.

Dropping down, he puts his back into a nearby corner and awaits the bell.
The lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines upon the entrance curtain as the sound of guitars begin to play, followed by low screaming of the opening lyrics to “Bring the Rain” by Upon a Burning Body. Suddenly, the guitar riff breaks into the song chorus as Cyrus Riddle emerges from behind the curtain.
“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.
Cashe stands up from the mat in the corner as the bell rings. Cashe and Riddle quickly walk to the center and begin to get into a heated argument in the center of the ring. Suddenly, Cashe takes the first shot, landing a harsh punch to the face of Cyrus Riddle. Cyrus is taken aback, but quickly fires back at Jason Cashe with a shot of his own. The two then begin to trade punches, going blow for blow, the crowd erupts. With the trading shots, suddenly Cashe lands a harsh slap to Cyrus’ face!
JOHNSON: “The ultimate sign of disrespect! I understand the hatred that Cyrus Riddle has for Jason Cashe, but it’s a whole different ball game to slap someone in the face!”
VASSA: “What did you expect? These two hate each other, Daisy is dead!”
Riddle answers back with a kick to the stomach of Jason. Now bent over, Cashe is grabbed by Cyrus who walks him towards the turnbuckle. Keeping a hand on top of his head, he quickly sweeps Jason’s leg causing him to fall into the turnbuckle with a vicious STO! As Cashe’s back is against the turnbuckle, Riddle steps away. Then he runs back towards Cashe, he attempts to land a sharp clothesline. Instead, Cashe ducks under and hoists Riddle up by the legs, causing him to crash head first into the corner of the steel cage! Jason moves out of the way letting Riddle fall down to the mat after hitting his head.
VASSA: “Well, I’m pretty sure that Cyrus has to be busted wide open!”
JOHNSON: “That’s a safe bet, it’s hard for flesh to ever beat steel!”
As Cyrus lays down on the mat, Cashe quickly pulls Cyrus back up from the mat. Then, Cashe forcefully throws Cyrus straight into the cage, causing Cyrus to hit his head on the steel. Before Cyrus is able to fall down on the mat once more, Cashe takes hold of his neck once again. Turning him around, Cashe runs taking Cyrus with him, and launching him into the cage on the opposite side of the ring. Riddle hits the cage with force, as he falls down to the mat flat on his back. Cashe quickly reaches over the ropes and grabs one of the tables, lifting it up, and dropping down into the ring.
JOHNSON: ”Well, it looks like we’re going to be getting some hardware! It looks like Jason is trying to end this thing quickly.”
VASSA: “Of course not, this isn’t just a match for Jason. He wants to avenge the death of poor, sweet Daisy.”
Jason quickly takes the table and places it up against the turnbuckle at his right. Cashe then takes hold of Cyrus whose face now has blood slowly trickling down from his forehead. The troubled one throws him up against the table, and slowly backs away. With Riddle against the table, Cashe runs towards him. Throwing himself into a somersault, Cashe crashes into Riddle causing the table to break with a cannonball into the corner. The table folds over Riddle as Cashe rolls over.
VASSA: “I’m pretty sure Cyrus just got folded like an accordion! What a brilliant move by Jason!”
JOHNSON: “It may have been brilliant, but it didn’t win him this matchup.”

Cashe stands up from the mat, and unfolds the table from over Cyrus. Jason reaches down and pulls Cyrus up to his feet. He then picks him up Riddle, and places his head under his arm. Cashe then lifts him up for a suplex, but Riddle is able to fight out and find his way down on his feet in front of Jason. Riddle then takes advantage and hoists Jason up to his shoulder. Throwing him over his shoulder, Riddle falls down to the mat leaving a knee up, and causing Jason to fall neck first on his knee with a fireman’s carry driver. With Cashe on the mat holding onto his neck, Cyrus taunts him to rise to his feet.
JOHNSON: ”Cyrus Riddle has decisively taken this match back over.”
VASSA: “He may have taken it back over, but he’s still the one that went through the table. It may have not been the ending of the match, but you know Jason is going to come back with some serious fire. Let’s just hope your head is saved this time.”
As Cashe slowly rises up to his feet, Riddle runs towards him and knocks him down with a sharp clothesline. Cashe falls down to the mat, but is quickly back up to his feet before being knocked down once again with another clothesline. When Cashe begins to stand up from the mat, Riddle takes him and quickly lifts his right leg and places it onto his shoulder. Then, he takes Jason and throws him over his shoulder causing him to crash his back on the steel with a T-bone Suplex! The suplex sends Cashe back first against the cage, and falling between the tables and the ropes. In his precarious position, Cashe is being punished by Riddle who has started to land harsh boots to Cashe.
JOHNSON: “That steel cage has no give. Cashe would be lucky that his back isn’t completely broken.”
VASSA: “Riddle is really bringing it here. I’m afraid that Cashe may not be able to avenge Miss Daisy.”
Riddle then goes over to the other side near Cashe and reaches over, grabbing a table and bringing it out into the ring. Taking the table, he sets it up near that side of the cage. While he does this, Cashe has made his way back up to his feet. After Riddle turns around from the table, he is met with a huge bell clap to the ears from Jason. As Riddle takes hold of his head, Cashe quickly grabs onto the waist of Cyrus and takes him off his feet, and to the ground with a side belly to belly suplex. As Riddle crashes to the mat, Cashe quickly stands up from the mat. He overlooks Riddle, who has started to get back up to his feet. Once Riddle is back up to his feet, Cashe lands a sharp boot to the gut. Riddle bends over, giving Jason Cashe a chance to pull Riddle in by the arms and set up for a double arm suplex. As he tries to lift the bloody Riddle, but is unable to. Riddle forces himself back down to his feet, and is able to free his arms. Riddle then uses his momentum to send Cashe up and over with a back body drop onto the table!
VASSA: “Cashe just got wood!”
JOHNSON: ”Of course you would go there.”
With Cashe lying down on the remnants of the table, Riddle looks down at him with a smirk. Cyrus reaches down, and begins to pull Cashe up to his feet. He takes Cashe by the back of the head, and runs with him towards the cage. With much force, he throws Cashe into the cage, causing him to crash into it face first. Then, Cyrus holds Cashe up against the cage and begins to shred Cashe’s face against the cage.
JOHNSON: “Oh my god, he’s using that cage like a cheese grater!”
VASSA: “Oh no, not Cashe’s beautiful face!”
Riddle releases Cashe’s head, and lets Cashe fall down to the mat. The camera moves onto Cashe’s face, which has now started to bleed. Riddle then aggressively grabs Cashe by the head, and stands him up. Riddle then wraps his arm around Jason’s neck and jumps, taking Cashe down with a side effect! With both men on the mat, Riddle quickly stands up from the mat. He then pulls Cashe back up to the mat, and attempts to throw him against the cage on the other side once more. Suddenly, Jason switches the momentum and throws Riddle into the cage. Riddle falls down to the mat, and Cashe quickly goes over to the cage, and pulls it up from the side of the cage. He then sets it up towards the middle of the ring. As Riddle begins to get up from the mat, he is quickly grabbed and sent flying into the steel once again! Riddle stays on his feet, but is quickly placed onto the table by Cashe. Jason quickly stands up onto the top turnbuckle, and looks down at Cyrus Riddle. Then, Jason takes a leap of faith. Jumping down, he lands an elbow square in the chest of Riddle, breaking the table!
VASSA: “The heart of Cyrus Riddle has just been impaled. Now, he knows the heartbreak of losing Daisy!”
JOHNSON: “Would you please be quiet about that bus already?”
As Cashe looks down at Riddle with a smirk as he slowly begins to move away from the debris. Riddle then walks towards the cage, and begins to climb. Once he makes it towards the top of the cage, he begins to lower the rope that holds onto the lighter fluid. Looking back down at Riddle, he has rolled closer to him. Cashe then climbs up further to where he is on top of the cage. As Cashe looks down at a down Riddle, the fans can’t help but to hold their breath in anticipation. Suddenly, Cashe jumps down attempting a death defying frog splash! Suddenly, Riddle moves out of the way, causing Jason to land flat on the mat, causing his body to bounce from the failed move attempt.
JOHNSON: “Oh my word, Jason Cashe just risked his body, and failed! Every part of his body must be in incredible pain right now!”
VASSA: “I told you, the man’s love for that charred bus knows no bound!”
Riddle stands up to his feet, and sees the damage Cashe has caused to himself. Riddle then walks over to the other side of the cage. Then, he begins to climb up. Slowly, he reaches towards the top and pulls down the torch lighter. Pulling it down, he quickly jumps down and sees motion in Jason Cashe. Riddle puts the lighter down on the mat and quickly grabs onto Jason. He then pulls him in and then raises him up, and over sending him down to the mat in a piledriver position hitting the Darkness Falls. As Cashe is back down on the mat, Riddle walks over to the lowered bottle of lighter fluid.
VASSA: “It looks like we’re about to get some fire!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like this match is about to get a lot more dangerous. I really hope that these two are careful in this situation!”
Riddle has trouble removing the bottle from the rope and continually tries to free it. While he does this, Jason Cashe has begun crawling towards the ropes. He uses the ropes to stand back up from the mat, and reaches over grabbing another table. He then fully sets the table up as Riddle turns around with the bottle of lighter fluid. He drops it as he is rocked by a huge uppercut from Cashe. Riddle rocks back, but answers with a European Uppercut of his own. Jason answers back with one his own, and it is followed by another from Riddle once again!
VASSA: “Welp, it looks like we’re getting an uppercut party!”
JOHNSON: “These two are going to go to extreme lengths to make sure that the others is going to pay for their sins!”
Before Cashe is able to answer with his own shot, Riddle lands a second, and then a third uppercut to the throat, sending Cashe down to the mat. Riddle then awaits the return of Cashe to his feet, Riddle stands behind him. When Cashe stands up from the mat, Riddle runs towards him with his arm extended. Cashe has the ring awareness to duck under the back of the head lariat, Cashe quickly jumps up grabbing the neck of Riddle, taking him down with the UTI!
VASSA: “It looks like Riddle just got a UTI!”
JOHNSON: “It looks like Cashe is getting ready to put Riddle away in this match!”

With Riddle down on the mat, Cashe begins to go around the ring, and collects diferent pieces of wood from the tables that have been broken thus far in the match up. Placing them all on top of the only other table set up for the match, he looks over at Riddle who has started to get back up from his feet. Cashe grabs hold of the lighter fluid, and begins to pour it all over the tables. Then he walks over to Riddle and throws the bottle at his head. Jason Cashe picks up the lighter, and quickly lights the table on fire!
JOHNSON: “Jason Cashe has created his own bonfire in the middle of the ring!”
VASSA: “Ah dammit, I didn’t bring my marshmallows like I wanted!”
As Riddle begins to get up from the mat, he spears Cashe down to the mat. Riddle mounts Cashe as both men begin to try to land harsh shots to the face of the other. With the fire burning bright, Riddle gets out of his mounted position and picks Cashe up to his feet. He quickly picks him up in a suplex position with an attempt to crash him through the flaming table! Cashe jumps down and lands a sharp DDT on Cyrus Riddle! As Riddle lays on the mat, Cashe quickly stands up and pulls him up to his feet. He takes Riddle and drags him around the table. Cashe stands up on the middle turnbuckle rung, and pulls Riddle up with him. Riddle begins to fight back. With each and every shot, Cashe returns the blow. As they do this, Cashe quickly lands a head butt. Cashe then bends down, and lifts him onto his shoulders. With a struggle, Cashe stands up on the top rung of the turnbuckle. He then leans back against the cage and looks down at the fiery abyss.
VASSA: “Oh my god, it’s a charred Riddle!!!!!!!!!! Welp, it was nice having him back for awhile!”
JOHNSON: “For the love of god, would someone please put him out???”
With that, Cashe jumps down and with a somersault, he sends Riddle crashing through the fiery abyss with a rolling Samoan drop! As both men convulse on the mat, Riddle begins to roll around on the mat, with flames scorching his body. Ring officials quickly enter the ring and extinguish the Archetype. As the fans can hardly control their excitement, Mike Powers voice can be heard.
POWERS: “Here is your winner, Jason Cashe!!!!!!”
JOHNSON: “What an incredible match we’ve just witnessed here tonight!”
VASSA: “I’m not one to start jerking people off, but that was fantastic to watch. Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle tried to murder each other tonight, and they damn near succeeded!”
JOHNSON: “You have to wonder now, what next? What comes next for these two after a match like that!”
VASSA: “A long vacation, probably. Something like this requires extensive time off, might as well just deactivate your Twitter accounts now!”
JOHNSON: “Well folks, after some action like that we’re going to need to go to the back. Catch our breaths as we have Gab-
“Helmet” by Unsung seems to catch everyone off guard, as it begins to play throughout the arena. In the ring, still feeling the effects from their match, Cyrus Riddle and Jason Cashe move around on the canvas, their heads cut to the entrance. Neither sure what to expect with the enemies they both have. A man steps out from the back, traveling onto the stage. His head kept down low, a hoodie keeps his identity a secret for the moment. Nobody really seems to understand what’s going on, the song continuing to play in the background.
VASSA: “Who the fuck is that?! Is that Ninja Loco of Unstable!?!”
JOHNSON: “I have no earthly idea! We weren’t scheduled to have anyone join us at the moment.”
The song continues to play along, as the man stands there before the baffled audience. He does not move an inch, standing still as possible in his spot. With a microphone in his hand, it seems that everybody is anxiously waiting to see what this man will do. Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle continue staring but turn to keep an eye on each other, the man finally moving. Slowly, he rises his right arm up. He extends his pointer finger, using his other hand to remove his head as he looks up at everyone!
JOHNSON: “No way! It can’t be!”
The crowd now begins to cheer, as they slowly begin to recognize who is standing there in front of them. The two still in the ring seem to recognize him the most.
JOHNSON: “Bryan Williams is here!”
With his majestic manbun tied and ready to go, Bryan walks out onto the stage as the Las Vegas crowd reacts appropriately for such a return. He looks out towards the crowd, here in the T-Mobile Arena, as he takes a moment. His hands press onto his jeans, the moment certainly sinking in for him. He straightens out his t-shirt, a Macto Legion Championship shirt. Jason Cashe shaking his head with his mouth dropped in shock over the returning Bryan Williams. Cyrus Riddle grunts trying to use the ropes to rise to his feet.
VASSA: “Watch Out Cashe! Psyche’s Ex is here to win her back!! Riddle and WIlliams reuniting like in that god awful promotion!”
JOHNSON: “I have a feeling that Bryan Williams very much as a reason to be here but Vinny the man is Engaged. He’s moved on just as Cashe has…”
VASSA: ”Ouch! Sick burn! Twice in ONE year!”
JOHNSON: “Dangit Vinny! Bryan Williams is back here in 4CW, take this seriously for a moment!”
It takes a moment, but finally the music dies down as well as the audience before them. Bryan stays on the stage, looking out towards the ring in front of him. With the steel cage still in place it seems to be the only thing keeping Jason Cashe in the ring. Bryan reaches back, pulling a microphone that was held in his back pocket. He takes a moment, and finally speaks.
WILLIAMS: “I am quite aware just how confused many of you are right now, because it was just a few short months ago that I happily walked out of this company!”
VASSA: “He did, that rat fuck!”
JOHNSON: “Shut up, Vinny! The man is speaking!”
Bryan takes a moment, the crowd reacting to his last statement still. He wipes his mouth, looking out towards the two men still standing in the ring.
WILLIAMS: “February Twenty Fourth I learned some things about Perry Wallace, and I had to take a step back and reflect. Reflect on my career, and the paths I had chosen at that point. I didn’t like who I had become, and who I had associated myself with. A man that I held in high regard was involved in the kidnapping and torture of my tag team partner. I left Aidan Carlisle to fend for herself because of Perry Wallace. Because of his actions I couldn’t stand to be in this place any longer. So I quit, and I’ve fought with myself over that ever since.”
Bryan stands there, very matter of fact as the crowd boos. They remember the vile things Dakota Smith did to Aidan Carlisle, remembering even more that Perry Wallace had originated the whole ordeal.
WILLIAMS: “Looking back now, I should have stayed and fought. I should have taken care of the problem then, but I didn’t. I left this company, and went back to Atlantic City. I pulled my partner into a place where she could be appreciated, and not be mistreated.”
Pausing as Jason Cashe begins grabbing his stomach and laughing hysterically. Not bother and not assumed by Jason’s continuous disrespects. Bryan continues.
WILLIAMS: ”I did well over there, well enough to consider my time in this business over and done with. That doesn’t mean I stopped keeping tabs, stopped paying attention to what has gone on over here. I’ve watched Bryan Laughlin continue to fight the good fight. Hell, I’ve seen Jett Wilder ascend towards the top of the card. Up is down, black is white, cats and dogs living together …4CW has quickly become an interesting place to follow.”
VASSA: “You should have stayed gone!”
JOHNSON: “He can’t hear you, dummy!”
WILLIAMS: “I’ve had a lot to think about this last week, as I left Boardwalk Wrestling for good. I signed with two different mixed martial art companys, Caged Glory FC and MLC, something that isn’t even in the realm of Professional Wrestling. Unfortunately there was a thought nagging away at me, something that I left unfinished. I needed to come back, I needed to come back to 4CW and finish what I started here!”
The crowd responds in kind, erupting in a sea of cheers as Bryan looks on.
WILLIAMS: “There are things I never got to do, and there are plenty of guys I didn’t have a chance to get into the ring with. From Chris Madison, all the way to Dakota Smith. This roster continues be full of talent that I missed a chance on facing, because I left. Cyrus Riddle, you’re a man I’ve faced many times before. I still want another crack at you, and your dumb head.”
VASSA: ”Ahhhh there goes the Reunion… Booo!”
WILLIAMS: ”Standing there in that ring reminds me of the times we’ve fought, and I know there’s many more. I want to prove myself, not just in Mixed Martial Arts but in Professional Wrestling as well. I want to be around the best, I want to prove that I still have what it takes in this business.”
Bryan stands on the stage, looking out towards the ring again. He smiles slying, watching as the two men wait to be let out of the cage.
WILLIAMS: “There’s another man I never really had a chance of facing on my own. Jason Cashe, I know me standing here might bring up a whole mix of emotions for you. You’ve certainly had a hard week, removing some dead weight around you. We’ve had our fun on Twitter, but I’m not here to play any games. I need to send a message to this roster, I need to show everyone why I belong here. When you think of 4CW, Jason Cashe certainly comes to mind. You’ve done it all around here, so why not go after that guy? By beating you I can send a message to a whole lot of people. Next super show, next pay-per-view, doesn’t matter … we can get it done then.”
In the ring, Cashe curses towards his sudden challenge and spits out the Cage in Bryan’s direction. It doesn’t come close to landing.
WILLIAMS: “There’s also another matter to discuss, last year I made my arrival because of a tag team tournament. I walked out of Fright Night as one half of the new tag team champions. This year it’s a little different, a cash prize is on the line. It just wouldn’t seem appropriate if I didn’t toss my hat into the mix. So right here, right now, I’m telling you all that Bryan Williams will be in Bad Company 2!”
With that Bryan tosses the microphone down, his music once again playing as he gives another look towards the ring. His message heard loud and clear, Cashe keeps his focus entirely on Bryan as he heads towards the back.
JOHNSON: “What a series of announcements here tonight! Bryan Williams is back in 4CW, and he’s making his presence felt!”
VASSA: “Announcements? I just heard a cry baby come back and make demands! This is not the way to do anything!”
JOHNSON: “Either way it certainly makes things exciting here! Bryan Williams is back with 4CW, and he wants a piece of everyone! Jason Cashe, AND Bad Company 2! Things have definitely become interesting around here!”

The cameras head to the backstage area where 4CW’s own, Gabriel Hartman is shown walking down the hall, a bunch of noise heard nearby as he comes to a stop. He looks and sees the door of Jair Hopkins, one of the four competitors in tonight’s main event showdown match. He cleared his throat one time before knocking on the door lightly. Noise remained at high levels as it seemed his first attempt was not heard. Gabriel goes and drops in a heavier knock as the impact caused for the noise to dial down quite a bit. Laughter heard as the door slowly crept open, a load of smoke came seeping out as it led to Gabriel coughing up.

Gabriel stood confused and feeling quite wavy at the moment. He looked at the man who obviously was not who he was looking for in Jair Hopkins but it only took a few seconds later for that dude to get pushed aside by Hopkins himself who looked pretty hype, unfazed by what was going on. A real bright smile on his face as he seemed ready, anticipating the events happening later in the evening.

HOPKINS: “Get yo’ dumbass outta the way, Boogie!”

Hopkins shoving his homeboy to the side, out of the picture. He walked from out of the room, closing the door behind him. He cleared his throat as he stood in his outer-wear, not yet in his ring gear. Gabriel nodded, shaking Jair’s hand as he was ready to get into it.

HARTMAN: “Jair, tonight is a BIG night for you. You have the chance to become a two-time holder of the 4CW Championship. How do you plan on getting the job done tonight?”

Hopkins looked at Gabriel, almost as if the question he asked stood as a joke. Moments later, he bursted into laughter, shaking his head as he wanted to let him know he was just playing. He cleared his throat before choosing to answer.

HOPKINS: “I plan on making my way down that ramp, slap a few hands on the way as I hop into that ring and stare into each one’s eyes. CJ, Jett, and even God himself as he now calls himself, Dakota. Look them all in their eyes, show them that I mean business tonight. It’s going to be an interesting, high-paced, drama-filled, heart-aching, back-aching, painful sixty-minutes of torturing. I’m game for it tonight, Gabe! I’m ready to put my soul up for bid in order to capture that gold. I’m ready to risk it all just to climb that mountain once more, fam! It’s what’s going to lead to an epic after-party after the show. Mouth filled with Cristal and Sex on the Beach. Hands in the air with a good reason to celebrate. Man, I’m in like Cleveland. I’m all for it like the hookers here in Sin City.”

A few laughs are heard in the backdrop as Hopkins seemed zoned in. Jair stuck his index finger up, letting Gabe know he wasn’t done.

HOPKINS: “You know what all the talk seems to be about though, Gabe? It’s about whether I can finally stop being a choke-artist and come up in the clutch moments. People want to see if I got the magic touch. They’ve sunk their teeth deep into the dialogue that all three men in this fight have said about me, but it seems folks fail to realize the greatness that is within when the count is down out of my favor. When I’m on the brink or near the edge, that extra drive that kicks in. Oh, I got it like LeBron in the fourth with six minutes and change, finishing with an emphatic dunk and a flamboyant smile and two step down the other end of the court. I’m ready to die like Biggie. This for all the marbles. Last time I was in this, Felicity pulled a buzzer-beater out her ass cheeks. This year, there’s not gonna’ be none of that. It’s just going to be blood spread all over. Dakota will of course be the one that starts the trend but I will be the one who ends it. Again, I am in this tonight. My girl is here with me as always, watching me get the hell beat outta me only for her to have to be the one to massage the pain and repair the dents. I got my family watching, my fans, my people in general. Jair Hopkins is going to leave it all on the floor inside the T-Mobile Arena here tonight.”

Hopkins once again held up his finger, stopping Gabriel from even sputtering one word out of his mouth yet.

HOPKINS: “Hustle. Sweat. Tears. Pain. The ingredients to success. I got the perfect mixture and I will create one hell of a meal tonight. Word to that, Gabe!”

Gabe couldn’t do nothing more but nod his head as he seemingly agreed to his words.

HARTMAN: “Powering words from the former 4CW Champion. Many have said they see Unstable running the table tonight, dethroning Omerta from the top of the chain. I know you are obviously in disagreement with that, but how do you feel with some of those who seem to think that?

HOPKINS: “People can think, predict what they want to. Freedom of Speech, man. I don’t care about predictions. I don’t care if some see Dakota defending it because in a harsh reality, Dakota is an animal. He damn near put me to rest for good but I am hard to keep down. He was closer than most with the attempt. However, hell with Unstable and Omerta both. I got something for them both tonight. Fans of CJ O’Donnell and his Unstable mates and the fans of Dakota and his brothers of Omerta, things are gonna be off and popping tonight. Things are going to change … for the better. People will feel good again. 4CW will indeed be great again and Perry can thank me with extra incentives in my check. I’m out!”

Hopkins threw up the peace sign as he dapped up the 4CW veteran interviewer, Gabriel Hartman before rolling back inside the room, closing the door.

HARTMAN: “You heard it, Jair Hopkins has something for all three competitors, mostly for Unstable mate CJ O’Donnell and Omerta’s leader and 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith. Do not move a muscle, folks! Tonight is definitely going to be interesting!”

The camera zoomed out from Hartman as things went to a fade out.

The camera shift around to the backstage area of the T-Mobile arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada. Different 4CW officials from both Adrenaline and Uprising can be seen heading off in various directions but we focus in on the dressing room designated for the current 4CW World Tag Team Champions Ascended Supremacy. Inside the Champions can be seen talking amongst themselves as they prepare for their match later tonight.
TARA: ”I still say you’re an idiot.”
JPD: ”I don’t care what you say. These nude pictures of Ivanka Trump are going to bring us in a fortune. All I have to do is give one call to Hugh Heffner and we’ll be rolling in the dough baby.”
Jason says with a grin on his face as he stares down at his cell phone which has the nude pictures of Ivanka Trump on them. Tara let’s out an audible sigh as she shakes her head and begins stretching for their match later tonight against the Black Republicans.
TARA: ”First of all no one is even going to believe that those are real nude pictures of Ivanka Trump. And even if they did Playboy doesn’t even publish nudity in their magazines anymore.”
JPD: ”The fuck? What do you mean Playboy doesn’t publish nudity anymore?! So what people buy them to read the articles now?”
The door to the dressing room opens and in walks veteran 4CW interviewer Gabriel Hartman with a cameraman behind him. Gabriel walks up to the husband and wife duo and raises his microphone into the air.
HARTMAN: ”Sorry for the intrusion but I was wonder if I could get a word with the two of you before your match tonight against…”
Gabriel is interrupted by Jason who wraps his arm around him and pulls him over towards where he and Tara are standing in the dressing room.
JPD: ”Yeah yeah boring shit we get it but seriously Gab. Look at this and tell me what it is exactly that you see.”
Jason raises his cell phone into the air and holds it up in front of Gabriel’s face. Hartman’s eyes widen at the picture displayed on the screen.
HARTMAN: ”Titties.”
JPD: ”Yes, obviously but whose titties do you think they belong to. Can you tell who the person is in this picture by just inspecting the nipplar area.”
TARA: ”Nipplar isn’t even a word!”
JPD: ”Silence woman! Gab is trying to think!”
Gabriel stares down at the cell phone with intense focus before raises his gaze to stare over at Tara. Gabriel raises his eyebrow and then looks back down at the cell phone before shifting his focus back over towards Tara who seems none too pleased.
TARA: ”Stop staring at my chest, asshole, cause those aren’t mine!”
Gabriel’s face flushes a bright red suddenly the dressing room door is kicked open and the sound of someone screaming echoes off the walls of the room.
”There he is Daddy! That’s the man that took the naked pictures of me at the convention!!!”
The camera shifts around to show an irate Ivanka Trump standing there pointing her index finger directly at Jason. Four security guard and probably Trump supporters storm into the room and snatch Jason’s cell phone away from him. They throw the cell phone down onto the ground and begins stomping on it and destroying it.
JPD: ”What the fuck?! iPhones aren’t cheap, bitch!”
IVANKA: ”You won’t need an iPhone for where you’re going. Guard, arrest that man!”
The four guards grab a hold of Jason who struggles to free himself but that’s when the man himself Donald J. Trump walks into the dressing room and up to where they have Jason restrained.
TRUMP: ”You thought you could get away with what you did? You thought you could commit a terrorist act doing my nomination and justice wouldn’t be served?! I promised to make America Great Again and that beings with making sure that enemies against this country and our freedom are punished to the full extent of the law!”
JPD: ”What the hell..I’m an American!”
TRUMP: ”Not when I become President! Not when I close off our borders and sent scum like you back to where you came from!”
JPD: ”Miami?!”
TRUMP: ”Absolutely disgusting! I bet all you turban wearing, camel jockeys come from this ‘Miami’ you speak of. Well I say no more. You Muslims want to wage war against the country then we’ll show you how America fights back! Take him away.”
The security guards begin dragging Jason towards the door but Tara steps in their path and uses her body to block the doorway.
TARA: ”Hold on a second. No one is being arrested here tonight. He’s got a match he has to wrestle later tonight.”
TRUMP: ”And just who are you?”
TARA: ”I’m in his wife.”
TRUMP: ”Just because you gave this Muslim terrorist his green card doesn’t mean you get to call the shots here!”
TARA: ”He’s not a fucking Muslim! Actually you know what? That’s not important. What IS important is that yes this man might have taken pictures of your daughter naked but you already destroyed the evidence, right? Besides if you give him a chance I think you’ll find you have a lot in common.”
TRUMP: ”Oh yeah, like what?”
JPD: ”We both wanna bang your daughter!”
TARA: ”Shut the fuck up, stupid!”
Tara reaches out and slaps Jason across the head before turning her attention back over towards Donald Trump.
TARA: ”You want to make America Great Again and Jason here wants to help 4CW enter a new era. You want to build a war and close the borders of this country. Jason here wants to help me defend the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts keeping them here in America and away from any team that would take them…just like our jobs… off to Canada or some other third world country. And most importantly I think the two of us as proud Trump supporters would represent your campaign better than Lorenz and Chance Black.”
TRUMP: ”Lorenz and Chance who?”
HARTMAN: ”The Black Republicans. The team that Jason and Tara will be defending the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts against later tonight. And the team that claims to not only support your presidency but has adopted your make something Great Again slogan.”
JPD: ”OH! Don’t forget Bryan Laughlin…he stole that shit too! Go and arrest him instead!”
TRUMP: ”Black…Republicans…? God, I hope they only call themselves that because of their last names…”
JPD: ”Nope, they negros.”
TARA: ”Might I add that Jason here much like myself is white as fucking rice.”
JPD: ”Truth, I flip people off in front of American flags and everything.”
TRUMP: ”That’s all I needed to hear. Let this man go.”
The four security guards release their hold on Jason who rubs his hands over his wrists but Ivanka Trump is very unhappy with the decision her father just made.
IVANKA: ”But Daddy the took pictures of me naked!”
TRUMP: ”I’d rather the world see you for the whore that you are than to let two n*ggers represent my campaign to become President. You two out there and you beat the dark chocolate off those two spear chuckers like any proud American would. And together we will make this place Great Again!”
Donald grabs a hold of his daughter Ivanka by the arm and leads her out of the dressing room followed by the security guards. Jason shakes his head and turns over towards Tara.
JPD: ”Call me crazy but I’m starting to think that dude is racist as fuck.”
Tara facepalms at the stupidity of the comment from her husband and just walks away as we head back out to ringside for more action.


The camera heads backstage where Issac Solo can be seen sneaking around the backstage area. He looks to his right, then to his left. He continues to walk down to the hallway cautiously, holding onto the XTV Championship. Suddenly, an audible scream can be heard. Issac looks over to his left and quickly ducks as a Singapore Cane can be seen swinging over his head, cracking against the column like structure nearest him.

As the cane falls down to the floor, Candy can be seen.
JOHNSON: “It’s Candice Turner!”
VASSA: “Tastes like Candy and she’s come back for another go at the XTV Roulette.”
Issac then takes hold of Candy and throws him over her shoulder. He then rushes her over, and pushes her up against the column. She tries to fight back, landing hard lefts and rights to the back of the current XTV Champion. Searching the room, Issac then spots a nearby storage box used for hauling equipment for the show. Carrying Candy over to hit, Issac reaches down and opens the box with his free hand before dropping her inside of it. Slamming the top shut with both hands, Issac then grabs another storage box beside it and places it on top, adding a little extra weight to keep Candy inside. Satisfied, Issac then throws the championship over his shoulder before turning to walk in the opposite direction.
JOHNSON: “Candy tried again but Issac was just unstoppable.”
VASSA: “He could literally eat her for dinner. She should have used a steel pipe instead of that cane.”


McCabe: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the Fate Championship…”
The arena is abuzz as the fans wait in anticipation for what’s next for them. The lights brighten for the next star about to come out. The big screens come a light as the beginning guitar riffs to “Porn Star Dancing” hit the sound system. There’s a pause before Genevie makes her way out from behind the curtain just as the words of the song begin. She smiles brightly as the crowd boos her appearance and then rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She raisedAs she shakes her hips and body along to the lyrics of the song, disregarding everyone else. After a few moments she begins making her way to the ring with a sexy strut, the smirk never leaving her face.
McCabe: “Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring weighing in at One Hundred and Thirty Five pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is The Boston Genie….GENEVVVVVIIIIEEE.”
At this point Genevie has made her way to the ring apron. She’ll pose seductively against the ropes before puckering her lips and giving a wink to the crowd. This gets lots of boos but some of the males of the audience whistle and throw cheers her way. She wraps her arms around the top rope and flips backwards into the ring. Flipping her long hair back and sliding her hands seductively down the side of her body as she mouths the word FLAWLESS and waves off the crowds booing with disgust as she makes her way to the corner and begins stretching as her theme fades out.
McCabe: “And her opponent … the FATE CHAMPION … PERSEPHONE MARQUIS!”
With the intro of the song out of the way, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp.
Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions to her. At some points she pretends to be interested before continuing on; snatching some man’s waving money and not giving him the time of the day. Folding the cash and stuffing it into her wrestling top
“These hoes ain’t loyal!”
She enters the ring and regards her opponent with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk.
As the referee calls for the bell, the match begins, and the crowd cheers in unison, just for good measure. In opposite corners of the ring, Genevie tugs on the top rope, Marquis loosens up by bending down to touch her toes, and the two women slowly begin to circle one another, stares locked, neither wanting to take her eyes off the other…
Davis: “The bell sounds, here we go…”
Fuchs: “I can’t believe this will be Marquis final match on Uprising.”
Davis: “I would wish her luck but I always thought she was kind of a stuck up bitch who think she knows it all.”
Both women motion for a tie-up simultaneously, and lock horns in the center, struggling against one another’s strength. Genevie takes the early advantage, but Marquis spins it around, and the two stumble back against the turnbuckles.
Davis: “These two are so evenly matched…”
Rolling along the ropes, neither woman can take control of the other, as the referee squeezes himself between the two, to separate them. Marquis backs away slowly, her palms in the air.
Davis: “It’s going to be nip-and-tuck, no doubt about it…”
Marquis steps back into the middle of the ring, and motions for Genevie to come and try things one more time. Genevie obliges with another collar-and-elbow, and, after some more grappling, the challenger finally takes the advantage, with a side headlock…
Davis: “Here we go! Genevie clamping on that headlo-“
Fuchs: “Hold your horses, Davis! Marquis with the reversal!”
Marquis slips back into a hammerlock. Genevie winces, grabs her shoulder, and reaches for a get-out. Finding nothing, she reaches back, and lashes out with a back elbow, but Marquis ducks. However, Genevie, too, is quick to react, spinning, setting her up, and…
Fuchs: “WHOA!”
Davis: “Russian legsweep! PERFECTLY executed!”
To her credit, Marquis bounces right back up after the move, the two women to their feet in stereo. The crowd applauds, as the Fate Champion holds the back of her head.
Davis: “Both women back up, and another stand-off, here…”
Fuchs: “Are they just gonna do this all match?”
Davis: “I would think not, Mikey.”
Fuchs: “Good. Cause this is NOT what I paid to see!”
As the two women are once again circling one another, moving around the ring, the crowd buzzing with excitement. Another tie-up is won quickly, but Marquis this time, as she clamps on a side-headlock of her own. Genevie quickly counters, dropping to her knees and attempting to take her opponent over in a fireman’s carry, but Marquis counters, flipping out of it and landing on her feet.
Fuchs: “Look at that! What an athlete!”
Marquis momentum carries her into the ropes, and she rebounds, as Genevie drops to her stomach. On the return, the challenger goes downstairs again, before springing to her feet and going for a hip-toss. Marquis tries to counter with one of her own, but it’s blocked. There is a momentary stalemate, until Marquis nails a boot to the mid-section, drapes her head across the back of Genevie’s head…
Davis: “Marquis flips out of it…”
Marquis goes for a clothesline, but Genevie ducks, and counters with a waistlock. The champion manages to block the suplex attempt, slipping behind with a waistlock of her own, and rolling back into a smart pinning clutch.
Davis: “Wait a minute!”
Fuchs: “Where did THAT come from?”
Davis: “Marquis with Genevie rolled up!”


In the blink of an eye, Genevie rolls back into a pin of her own…
Davis: “Genevie counters!”


The force of Marquis’s kick-out sends Genevie careering into the ropes, tumbling through and into a heap at ringside. She slaps the mats in frustration, as her opponent gets back to her feet back in the ring.
Fuchs: “Jeez… that was some kick-out, huh?”
Davis: “It sure was. Genevie landed right at our feet…”
Marquis adjusts her kneepads, as Genevie pulls herself back up. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath before climbing up on to the apron, her opponent moves in to grab her, only to find Genie driving a shoulder into her abdomen. Vaulting the top rope, and somersaulting a bent-double Persephone Marquis, Genevie grabs the legs, and attempts to pull her over. The fans cheer, as Marquis reaches out and swipes at the top rope, struggling to keep herself from being pulled over…
Davis: “OH MY! Sunset flip!!”
Fuchs: “She can’t get her over… can she?!”
Davis: “NO SHE CAN’T!”
Suddenly, Marquis drops to her knees, pinning down Genevie’s shoulders…


And then, Genevie reaches up with her feet, rolls Marquis up…
Fuchs: “WHAT THE-?!”


Marquis rolls back out of the pinning combo, keeping hold of Genevie’s ankles as she goes. Rolling forward, she hooks both of her opponent’s legs up tight in a vertical press…
Davis: “And now Marquis with ANOTHER pinning combo!”
Fuchs: “I… I can’t keep up with this, Davis!”


Genevie links her arms around Marquis’s abdomen, bridges up to a standing position. The fans sound an impressed pop, as she spins the champion around, hooks the arm…
Fuchs: “She’s got her, Davis!”



Marquis rolls back out of the move at the very last instant, she and Genevie both back to their feet at the same time yet again. The two women stand not three feet apart, eyes fixed on one another, chests heaving, the crowd applauding for that brilliant exchange…
Davis: “Good LORD! What an incredible match we have right here!”
Fuchs: “It’s exhausting me just WATCHING these women!”
Davis: “What a tremendous exchange of maneuvers we just witnessed, and that confirmed it… this is going to be as close a match to call as we’ve ever had here in Uprising…”
Fuchs: “Oh… without a doubt.”
After a short stand-off, the two women lock up once more. Marquis quickly emerges with the advantage, twisting Genevie into an arm-wringer. The challenger, however, snags her in a side headlock, only for the champion to back her into the ropes, and launch her across…
Davis: “Genevie into the ropes…”
Marquis leapfrogs the champion as she rebounds, and spins around. Genevie slips out of the slam attempt over her opponent’s shoulder, and…
Davis: “SLEEPER! Genevie synching in that sleeper hold on Marquis!”
Fuchs: “Lights out for Persephone!”
Marquis is trying to find a way out but if finding nothing, she tries to turn into the pressure, but Genevie won’t budge. As a last resort, Marquis just throws herself back, using her weight to ram the challenger against the corner…
Davis: “Oh my!! Genevie sandwiched against the turnbuckles!”
Fuchs: “And that WILL knock the wind outta ya’, Davis…”
Davis: “The referee asking for a break…”
And Genevie obliges, releasing the hold slowly, holding up her hands. Marquis, though, has had enough, and decides to lash out…
Davis: “MAN! Marquis with an elbow!”
Fuchs: “Yes! That’s the way to do things!”
Davis: “Marquis with a bit of a short-cut, there…”
Fuchs: “Just do what you’ve gotta do to WIN, Persephone!”
Genevie is stunned, holding her jaw, as Marquis spins around, and drives her shoulder, hard, into the stomach of her opponent, before nailing a rapid flurry of forearms to the face.
Davis: “And Marquis, now, going to work on Genie!”
With Genevie on the back foot, Marquis takes her by the wrist, and tries to whip her into the corner. However, she slams on the brakes, and reverses the move, flinging the champion towards the ‘buckle…
Davis: “Genevie… REVERSES!”
In mid-stride, Marquis leaps up to the second rope, pushes off, and arcs backwards, flattening an onrushing Genevie with a picture-perfect moonsault bodyblock…



Davis: “TWO-AND-A-HALF!”
Fuchs: “WHOA! How close was THAT?!”
Genevie just squirms out at the last second, and Marquis is back to her feet in the blink of an eye. Genie is not much more than a split-second after her, but Marquis is quick to follow up on her advantage, whipping Genevie into the ropes one more time…
Davis: “Marquis, now, with the irish whip…!”
Fuchs: “They’re going a hundred miles an hour, Davis!”
Marquis swings with a right, but misses. Spinning around, she leaps into the air like a salmon, kicking out with that patented standing dropkick, regarded by many as the best in the business…
Genevie hooked the ropes with her arms, and Marquis splattered against the mat. As Marquis is getting up to her feet Geneva leaps up in the air and connects with…
Fuchs: “OHMYGOD Marquis face just bounced off that mat.”
Davis: “I don’t think Genevie is done.”
Genie bends down and grabs Marquis by her hair to pick her up and then places her on her shoulders and …
Fuchs: “Such a travesty that this is how Persephone career will end on Uprising.”
Genie flips Marquis over and covers her by hooking the far left leg…



McCabe: “The winner of the match and NEW Fate Champion … GENEVIE!!!”

Maddox walks out into the parking lot pissed off that he lost his shot at the XTV title. He has the Louisville Slugger in hand.
LUCIEN: “Damn it! Son of a…”
He looks down the lot seeing Issac Solo’s Black Subaru Legacy and walks toward it and takes a swing, breaking the right tail lights, oblivious to his surroundings. Destroyer comes into view as he sees what’s going on, assuming Maddox is just a car thief. Destroyer is noticeably limping due to the attack in his match last week with Sativa.
Maddox turns to look at Destroyer.
LUCIEN: “What?! Oh, I see how it is! Alright! You wanna play, too?!”
Maddox and Destroyer walk toward each other.
DESTROYER: “I thought you were a…”
Before Destroyer can get another word out, Maddox slams the handle end of the bat into Destroyer’s gut.
LUCIEN: “You want to play the friend game? You wanna…”
Maddox uses the bat to push Destroyer violently to the ground and gets on top of him. He starts to press the barrel of the bat against Destroyer’s throat.
LUCIEN: “You want to help your friends? This is what happens when you back Mr. Stinky up!”
Maddox keeps pressing as Destroyer is trying to keep the bat from smashing his trachea.
LUCIEN:“Where’s Mr. Stinky?! Where is he?!”
Maddox still enraged doesn’t see Issac Solo come onto the scene. Solo boots Maddox in the face, causing Maddox to drop the bat and sprawl out on his back.
SOLO: “I’m right here, punk. You wanna play games?! How about Beat On The Brat!?”
Solo begins stomping on Maddox as Destroyer gets to his feet. Destroyer mounts Maddox and begins punching him as brutally as he can. They pick Maddox up and Destroyer holds Maddox. Solo backs up and gives Maddox a running boot to the face like he did back at the first Adrenaline that he and Maddox met in the ring. Maddox hits the pavement hard, almost out cold. The door opens as Candice Turner, Candy, comes out of the arena from hearing the commotion.
TURNER: “Hey! Stop fighting!”
Candy runs over to them as Solo turns to look over his shoulder. Destroyer picks Maddox up again, and taps Solo on the shoulder. Solo punches Maddox in the gut. Candy gets close, trying to stop the fight.
TURNER: “Leave him alone!”
In the heat of the moment, Solo and Destroyer grab Maddox, lifting him into the air. Together they toss Maddox in Candy’s direction. She moves out of the way. Maddox lands on the windshield of Candy’s car, breaking the glass.
Destroyer bends down and grabs the bat, looking at Maddox.
DESTROYER: “Can I borrow this?”
Solo stares at Maddox with disgust as Maddox rolls off the hood of Candy’s car and falls to the ground.
SOLO: “Game, OVER!”
Solo sees Candy.
SOLO: “Hey, um, sorry about the car… I’ll get you back, promise.”
Destroyer and Solo give each other a fist bump and head back into the arena. Candy waits for them to leave before she kneels down beside Maddox.
TURNER: “Oh my…Maddox? Maddy? Are you okay? Do you need me to call for some help?
Maddox instinctively looks at her and shakes his head, holding his head and trying to shake out the cob webs.

The camera heads backstage where the camera is focused on a door that reads “Paysie”. The camera then moves back to see Sabrina Wallace standing in front of the door. She takes a deep breath as she knocks on the door. Without waiting, she opens the door to see Kaysie standing in front of Perry’s desk with Paisley Tyler.
SHERELL: “Paisley, welcome to 4CW! It’s a pleasure to have you on this brand new journey with me. I have to say, you looked great out there to spin that wheel.”
Paisley lets out a soft laugh as she places her hands onto her hips.
TYLER: “I’m thankful for the opportunity and I have to say…”
Suddenly, Sabrina walks between the two women. Kaysie is visibly surprised by this, and begins to speak.
SHERELL: “Well then, Sabrina what are you doing here? I truly didn’t expect to see you.”
Sabrina smirks as she looks at Kaysie.
SHERELL: “I’m serious, I thought your brother made it clear that he didn’t want you here. You shouldn’t be here, matter of fact, you shouldn’t even exist. I mean really Sabrina, why don’t you just get lost for…”
Suddenly, Sabrina cocks her arm back and swings wildly, catching Kaysie square in the face with a vicious slap. As Kaysie holds onto her chin, Sabrina storms out. Paisley checks on Kaysie who looks up with shock.
SHERELL: “She’s going to be fucking sorry.”
As Kaysie holds onto her cheek, the camera moves out.


VASSA: ”Steve had to take a little break folks, but we’re getting ready to kick it into the next match and this one is for the 4CW Tag Team Championships!”
CASWELL: ”This should be a good one!”
VASSA: ”Should be a good one?! This is all about PRIDE, Cass! This is all about who’s dick is bigger!”
CASWELL: ”Whoa, don’t you think that’s a bit, overexaggerent?”
VASSA: ”Nope I mean that in both literal terms.”
CASWELL: ”Alright then, I won’t even ask…well folks, let’s kick it out to Powers for the start of this match!”
POWERS: ”The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the 4CW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!”
As the regal melody of horns sound off Lorenz Black parts the backstage curtain. He comes out filled with fury and emotion, swinging his arms wildly, pumping up each side of the arena. Chance walks out slowly, strolling in a half crouch with his hand shielding his eyes…which are covered by Aviators. The fans go nuts for the duo and the brothers eat it up. Chance and Lorenz stroll down to the ring, Lorenz with raw emotion and Chance with the narcissistic swagger that makes women swoon; men want to hate and makes children idolize him.
POWERS: ”Making their way first, the challengers, representing Uprising, they are……CHANCE and LORENZ BLAAAAAAAAAAACK!”
Lorenz grabs the top of the top and bounds up and over with a single step. Once inside he runs to the near turnbuckle and roars to the crowd.
Chance hops onto the apron with both feet and turns toward the entrance. He whips the Aviator shades from his head in dramatic fashion and throws them into the frenzied crowd. He spreads both his arms wide and he backs up onto the bottom rope and flips himself into the ring.

VASSA: ”The Black Republicans earned themselves a shot at Ascended Supremacy after winning their match on Uprising a little while ago.”
CASWELL: ”You think they’ve had enough time to prepare for Ascended Supremacy?”
VASSA: ”Probably not. You can’t get ENOUGH time to try and prepare for them, just ask Brian Hollywood that question.”
CASWELL: ”Shots fired? I feel like I’m missing the punch line here.”
The lights in the arena go completely black as the crowd begins to stand on their feet. Spotlights shine and circle throughout the crowd as the beginning of “Cut The Cord” by Shinedown begins to blast throughout the arena.
“(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom) Cut it!”

Fireworks explode on stage as the lights in the arena come back on. A loud chorus of boo’s begin to echo throughout the crowd.
POWERS: “From Miami, Florida standing at six feet, three inches and five feet, four inches respectively. Weighing in at a combined three hundred sixty two pounds…”
“(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)

The husband and wife duo of Jason P. Davidson and Tara Davidson make their way out on stage slowly. They stand tall on stage soaking in the boo’s and hatred from the crowd while holding their arms high into the air triumphantly with the 4CW Tag Team Championships strapped proudly around their waists.
“Let me tell you, I’m vicious
Not pass-aggressive
I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I get it
And I’m a savage
It’s automatic
I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static”

POWERS: “They are Wrestling’s only true Royalty… Jason P. and Tara Davidsonnnnn… they are… ASCENDED SUPREMACY!!!”
Jason and Tara lower their arms and slowly make their way down the ramp towards the ring. Tara slaps away the hands of people that each over and try and touch her as Jason argues with a couple of fans along the way.
“Cause victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten”

Tara makes her way up the steel ring steps as Jason hops up to the ring apron. Tara strides along the ring apron as Jason leans down and holds the ropes open. The camera pans around and watches closely as Tara bends over as she steps through the ropes and enters the ring.
“I’m gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don’t be a casualty, cut the cord”

Jason and Tara go to opposite corners and climb the turnbuckle while unstrapping the 4CW Tag Team Championships from their waists as flashbulbs go off all over the arena. They raise the 4CW Tag Team Championships high into the air and continue to mouth out to the crowd confidently. Both husband and wife hop down off the turnbuckle and go to their respective corner as their music dies down.
VASSA: ”And royalty they are here in 4CW! The 4CW Tag Team Champions have arrived!”
CASWELL: ”I feel like they’ve been Tag Team Champions for a really long time…like long team meaning since the inception of 4CW.”
VASSA: ”That’s not really that far off, actually. Jason and Tara Davidson have held onto those 4CW Tag Team Championships ever since they beat Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, a team that was once completely dominant in 4CW. So the fact that the Davidson’s were able to knock off those two tells you just how fucking good they are!”
CASWELL: ”Well, May may not have been that long ago, but for some reason it feels like an eternity since the Davidson’s grabbed the division by the throat.”
VASSA: ”Or by the balls depending on your perspective.”

The match has started and Jason and Chance appear to be starting this match off as the two of them lock up in the center of the ring. The lock up doesn’t last long before both Jason and Chance are staring each other down to the point where Jason smiles and starts to taunt Chance.
VASSA: ”Oh Chance, he’s baiting you like a motherfucker!”
CASWELL: ”Oh come on like he’s—“
Chance didn’t appreciate the taunt and starts to grow angry towards Jason and charges at Jason only for Jason to land a stiff uppercut on Chance before sending him reeling into the mat with a twisting neckbreaker. Jason drops down with a smile as he covers Chance.

VASSA: ”And the mind games have already started as Jason is getting Chance riled up early.”
CASWELL: ”Smart thinking by one half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions right there. Definitely a way to get Chance into a negative offset.”
Jason throws a couple closed, hard fisted rights at Chance as he whips Chance against the ropes and steps forward before plowing Chance with a belly to belly suplex, launching Chance halfway across the ring. Jason sends some kicks to the face of Chance before grabbing him once again and delivering a one arm DDT into the mat leveling Chance. Jason goes for the cover once again.

VASSA: ”Chance gets the shoulder up but only just barely!”
CASWELL: ”That DDT rocked Chance hard and for a second, I thought this match was going to end very quickly!”
Jason whips Chance into the corner turnbuckle before charging at him and colliding into him with a turnbuckle clothesline. Jason grabs him from that point and delivers a running bulldog taking Chance down once again. Jason once again goes for a cover.

VASSA: ”NO! Lorenz got into the ring and broke up the pinfall!”
CASWELL: ”Holy shit, the match could have ended right there but Lorenz saw disaster brewing and saved the matchup for his team!”
Jason laughs as he can’t believe that he could have ended the match right then and there but he regains his concentration quickly as he drags Chance over towards Tara and tags her in the match. Jace holds Chance briefly which allows Tara to strike as she plants a pele type of kick to the side of Chance’s temple as Jason climbs out of the ring. As Chance starts to get back up, Tara bounces off the ropes and plants her foot into the side of Chance’s temple once again as she connects with a shining wizard. Tara looks down at Chance for a moment before she looks across the ring at Lorenz who is dying to get into this match to change the Black Republicans fortunes. Tara grabs Chance and literally whips Chance into the corner, right next to Lorenz. Tara points as she tells Lorenz to tag in as Lorenz reluctantly agrees to as he taps the back of Chance’s back indicating the tag.
VASSA: ”Tara apparently wants to see what Lorenz can do and it appears as if she got very bored with Chance.”
CASWELL: ”That’s what it looked like to me.”
Lorenz charges towards Tara and as he goes kick, Tara moves out of the way and she grabs Lorenz and plants him with a snap DDT into the canvas. Tara shakes her head as she grabs Lorenz and whips him into the ropes before taking Lorenz down with a jumping snapmare. Tara goes for the cover.

VASSA: ”Lorenz fell for that hook line and sinker. If the Black Republicans want any chance…all pun intended…to win this match, they are going to have to be smarter than that.”
CASWELL: ”You’ve got a point there, Vinny. The Republicans look very sloppy here tonight.”
Tara grabs Lorenz by the back of the head and literally starts to smash his head into the ring apron repeatedly and warrants a five count from the referee in which he gets to the count of four before Tara reluctantly lets go as Lorenz falls backwards to the mat. Tara grabs Lorenz and connects with a hangman’s neckbreaker as she follows it up for a cover.

VASSA: ”No, Chance saves the match up for himself and Lorenz this time!”
CASWELL: ”That’s not all that happened, look!”
Lorenz didn’t get too much time to get away as Jason was already in the ring in pursuit of Chance and Jason ends up sending Chance over the top rope with a hard clothesline to the outside. Jason starts to fight Chance on the outside as he trusts Tara has things under control in the ring as Jason whips Chance into the barricade next to the steel steps as the referee keeps his focus on the inside of the ring at the two who are legal in this match. Tara strikes away at Lorenz before landing a perfect, standing moonsault on Lorenz. Tara drags him to his feet before she whips him against the ropes as she follows it up with a spinning neckbreaker which levels Lorenz good in the middle of the ring.
VASSA: ”The Davidson’s are absolutely running things in this match! The Black Republicans have been granted the rude awakening and you don’t fuck with Adrenaline! Those guys can go back to Uprising with their tails tucked in between their legs!”
CASWELL: ”This match has absolutely gone into anarchy! I don’t think the Black Republicans were prepared for this onslaught tonight!”
After dealing with Chance on the outside, Jason starts to walk back to his corner on the apron when he all of a sudden just stops and turns back around and sees that Chance is starting to get back up to his feet. Jason puts a stop to that right away as he charges at Chance and delivers the Bow to the King sending Chance’s face hard into the floor. Feeling satisfied now, Jace walks back towards his corner as he watches Tara in the ring. Tara grabs Lorenz once more and sends him crashing hard into the mat with a straight jacket neckbreaker slam. Contemplating, instead of tagging in Jason, she actually waits for Lorenz to get back to his feet but it doesn’t last long as Tara plants him with the Goodnight Kiss. Feeling satisfied enough, she tags back in Jason. Instead of getting out of the ring, Tara heads to the top rope as Jason picks up Lorenz and powerbombs him into the middle of the canvas as Tara jumps from the top sending double knees to the face completing the Off With His Head. Jason pins a very unconscious Lorenz as the count begins.

VASSA: ”And that will do it!”
POWERS: ”Here are your winners and STILL 4CW Tag Team Champions…..JASON P DAVISON and TARA DAVIDSON, ASCENDED SUPREMACY!”
Jason and Tara are handed their 4CW Tag Team Championships and stand tall over the body of Lorenz. Chance is still down on the outside after taking that Bow to the King from Jason.
CASWELL: ”Well that was very…one sided. Looks like the Black Republicans are going to be shipped back off to Uprising where they will have to find out how they will be regrouping.”
VASSA: ”Uprising should know by now not to fuck with us Adrenaline folk! I’m afraid the lesson that was supposed to be learned today, wasn’t learned at all. But if Uprising wants to be dominated again, I’m sure Mr. Wallace will always have plenty of room on his show for that to take place!”
CASWELL: ”Well, congrats to the Davidson’s for retaining the 4CW Tag Team Championships and we are going to send it backstage for a bit before we head into what should promise to be a very epic matchup between Chris Madison and Erron Wilder!”


“Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.”

The sounds of “Lonesome Loser” by Little River Band can be heard in the loading area of the T-Mobile Arena.
VASSA: “What is this crap?”
JOHNSON: “I love that song!”
The music echoes throughout the hollow area, bouncing off the walls. Walking into the picture, Issac Solo carries the XTV Championship over his shoulder, curious to find out exactly where the music is coming from.
VASSA: “This tune sounds familiar.”
JOHNSON: “It makes me think of someone but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
As Solo stands in the middle of the loading area, a sound nearby catches his attention. Turning his attention to a large recycling waste can, Issac slowly walks over to his, even more curious than before. Stopping right in front of it, plastic bottles erupt into the air as a body pops out from the trash, that person is no other than Scott Stevens.
STEVENS: “Captain Planet to the rescue!”
Grabbing Issac’s head with both hands, Stevens slams him face down onto side of the container.

Stumbling backwards, Issac drops the championship to the floor before tripping over his own feet and falling back first to the pavement.
VASSA: “It’s Scott Stevens! I knew that song sounded familiar!”
JOHNSON: “What is he doing hiding in a recycling container?”
VASSA: “He probably wasn’t hiding! I’d bet he was looking for some cans to sell.”
JOHNSON: “Really?”
VASSA: “Of course not! We all know Scott Stevens cares about the environment and is a huge advocate for recycling!”
Climbing out of the recyclables, Stevens then picks up the XTV Championship and begins striking Issac with it over and over. Smashing his face with the metal face of the belt, Stevens hums the song to the cartoon, Captain Planet. With Issac in a daze, Stevens then pulls him up from the floor and drops the championship right at their feet. Locking onto Issac’s head, Stevens then drops him face first onto the championship with a cutter.
JOHNSON: “It’s the Toxic Sting!”
VASSA: “Now how the fuck do you know that?!”
Covering Issac for the pin, the nearby official following the champ rushes over to make the count.

VASSA: “Stevens has done it! Scott Stevens has won the 4CW XTV Championship.”
Standing to his feet, Stevens lifts up the championship from the floor and out of nowhere…

From behind, Kaiden Hawke hits Stevens across the back of the neck with a baton. Dropping down to one knee, Stevens manages to stay up but the championship falls to the floor. Drawing back with the baton in hand, Hawke then swings it again, this time hitting Stevens directly in the back of the head.

Falling face first to the floor, Stevens is out cold. After rolling Stevens over to his back, Hawke then makes the cover as the official drops back down for the count.

VASSA: “In less than a minute we have yet another new XTV Champion!”
JOHNSON: “Whoever holds that championship becomes a target and from the looks of things, quite a few people want to leave here tonight the XTV Champion.”

Laid back in a chair, Jason Cashe looks exhausted as he holds an ice pack pressed to his ribs from the battle against Riddle earlier. He hadn’t had a shower, hadn’t changed out of his gear. Resting seemed to be his only concern and he chose to do so right in the back near the entrance. Letting out a deep sigh, Cashe sits ups and grunts as he sits forward tossing the ice pack to the ground.
CASHE: “And the Riddle has been solved…”
Stretching his bones his body arches as a yawn breaks and his arms reach high above. Most people’s eyes close when they stretch out like this and as his eyes open, Cashe catches someone from the corner of his eye.
CASHE: “Morrison! Hey man hold up!”
Frankie Morrison, a man who had helped, much like Cashe, build 4CW up from its start. Cashe had much respect for him even if Morrison was still a member of Unstable. His pace picks up with every step towards Frankie as the two extended hands to greet each other.
MORRISON: “Man you looked great out there! Had to feel good putting it to Cyrus. How are you holding up?”
CASHE: “I’m good, real good! It was a good match but tonight was my night. Riddle wasn’t prepared and COULDN’T have been prepared. I had a lot of pressure to relieve.”
Morrison patted the outside of Cashe’s shoulder. Frankie Morrison wasn’t a man without a plan and most of his chips were stacked behind Chris Madison. Unstable might have been the label but like with Cashe it had just been part of the plan.
MORRISON: “I was just heading to see Madison. Want to walk with me?”
CASHE: “Sure I’m that way anyway….”
As they headed down the corridor Cashe shuffled along with a slight limp as he flung a hand towel over his shoulder.
CASHE: “I wanted to tell you that regardless of my decision to dip out that I got love for you and Madison. Ya’ll good people and in no way were where my decision was directed at.”
MORRISON: “You did what was best for you; that’s always got to be priority number one. Chris and I don’t blame you, and from what I’ve seen on Twitter, the people have taken to celebrate your decisions.”
CASHE: “Not hard to see where I was right in the situation. Was I wrong about any of it? You tell me I am and I will accept that. While I was under that Label you helped handle many things for me. I trust your opinion almost on par with Madison’s.”
Their progress stopped as Morrison turns to Cashe. Most people talked at Cashe or down to him but Morrison was one of a few who gave him credit AS a man. So his voice was stern and honest.
MORRISON: “Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter. It’s your decision to make and you had your reasons. As long as you are at peace with the decision that you made… This career is yours so every decision you make is yours. Madison and I respect that about you.”
CASHE: “It’s mutual. Just taking one day at a time right now. Plans are the flow as I go… If that makes sense…”
Letting out a snicker Morrison smiles and nods. The weird way Cashe will put together things at times can be confusing. If everyone talked and spoke the same way it’d be a boring world. More so than it already is.
MORRISON: “Yeah complete sense! Come on let’s go see Madison before he handles business.”
CASHE: “Sounds Goo–“
Leaping out of his own sentence. Jason Cashe tries to go skinny and hide in Morrison’s frame as he peeks out from the side. Down at the end of the hallway was Psyche Devyne. Morrison’s laughter grows as he looks over his shoulder to see what would make Jason Cashe hide.
MORRISON: “Are you hiding from Psyche? Hah that’s great! Just hilarious!”
CASHE: “It’s not funny man… Look you NEVER saw me! Tell Madison good luck! Deuces.”
Bolting in the opposite direction, Cashe stayed low to the ground until he found a corner he could turn. Frankie Morrison standing there grinning with a shake to his head.

Further backstage, in one of the darkest parts of the arena, we see a lone figure standing in the shadows. As the camera tries to zoom in closer, the man partially surfaces through the light as we see it is Brian Hollywood. The left side of Hollywood’s face is luminated in the light while his right side remains in the shadows. There is no smile that forms across Hollywood’s face as he faces right into the camera as it captures the dark and cold background within Hollywood’s eyes. After a couple moments of silence, Hollywood speaks, but he speaks soflty.
HOLLYWOOD: ”What, did you all forget I was here? I bet you all wish you had just forgotten about me and moved on with the rest of the current that flows with gallons of gallons of pure 4CW happiness and prosperity. But what if I told you it was a LIE?! What if I told you everything within the compounds of 4CW was all just a big fucking lie?! You would probably call me crazy, but the fact of the matter is with all the success and celebrations you all continue to throw for yourselves, you fail to comprehend what continues to happen behind the scenes, behind the darkness and within the shadows of what is before you.”
Hollywood pauses for a brief moment not taking his eyes off the camera in front of him. In fact, he doesn’t even blink as it almost appears that he’s in some sort of trans. The look that Hollywood is giving off starts to send chills down the spines of the backstage area and the ominous words of Hollywood continue to not only throw questions at the wind, but continue to support that something dark really does lurk within the realm of 4CW.
HOLLYWOOD: ”Look at you, though! You all continue to disappoint me. I have allowed this bullshit to go on for long enough. I did something that I never thought I would do and that was give you all a fucking chance to correct your own sins, your own mistakes. However, instead of correcting all the wrongs you have done to this company, you continue to make them WORSE! Instead of just directing this towards one person, one singular being, this is for the WHOLE body of 4CW to dwell upon these words that are about to befallen on you. The age of 4CW, the very foundation your forefathers have built for you is about to be SHOOK. I’m not talking about a thousand foot wall to get across if I want to get North of the Wall, oh no, I’m talking about the very foundation in which you started building this company. I’m about to greet it by tearing every layer, ever fiber of its existence down with the very strength of my fucking hands! There is too much fucking corruption being allowed to prosper in 4CW and instead of watching the mistakes constantly happen and allowed to be repeated over and over again, I’m going to take this company for myself. I may not have made myself clear the first time, but that was a shred of decency that I have for some of you people in this company. That was a fucking mistake and I tell you now that the darkness, the being that you now stare within, there will be no more mercy shined upon you. I am going to cast my shadow, cast the very being living within me, out, and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do to stop it!”
Hollywood’s eyes continue to remain fixed upon the camera as the evidence continues to support that as we continue to look deep within Hollywood’s eyes, there is no sign of light, no sign of anything else other than what is before the camera as the darkness starts to grow stronger and stronger within Hollywood.
HOLLYWOOD: ”Can you feel that? Can you feel the utter cold of darkness gripping your very soul? Can you feel the winds of change grasp your world and 4CW as a whole? If you don’t feel it already, you fucking will soon. I have conquered every place I have stepped foot in and took it over and created a whole new order and control and the same shall be given to 4CW. My Empire can be expanded always, it WILL be expanded and my hold will be so great, that you could stick your best soldier in front of me and watch slowly as I tear him apart piece by piece. Streaks are meant to be broken and change is meant to take hold. Kingdoms are meant to be conquered and new worlds are meant to rise up from the ashes of the old. History has always proven that things are ALWAYS meant to be conquered and ruled and that’s exactly what awaits 4CW on the other side. Ante Up was my gift to 4CW before I tear this god forsaken place to the ground and rebuild it in my own image. I could have easily taken the time to pander to all of your needs by fighting someone here tonight, but I thought I would let you all enjoy the last age of the current era 4CW is running in before I turn it and mold it into my own image.”
Hollywood pauses once again as his expression doesn’t change. Hollywood’s face continues to be split between the light and the dark as Hollywood’s eyes flare up like something within his very soul is unleashing a force so powerful, Hollywood can’t fight it.
HOLLYWOOD: ”As I speak, there is things that are constantly changing right now in 4CW. Just take Unstable for example. They just lost their biggest force that made them dominant to begin with. A force that just made Jason Cashe up and leave Unstable like a snap of a finger. How could this have been? How could someone who bled Unstable just up and leave it to fall, to be vulnerable to crumble? Go ahead, ask yourselves that question because I already know the answer to it. Unstable is part of the forces that keep 4CW from prospering the way it should be. But behind every force like that, you have a power couple who honestly believe they are building a foundation healthy for 4CW when they don’t even see the many cracks underneath their foundation. I have an answer for all of those cracks and without warning, I’m going to break those cracks and with it, bring down the foundation that the corrupt built with a foundation they honestly thought would work for themselves. Things are meant to be broken and EVERYTHING, including streaks and power couples, will come tumbling down. Soon, a new age will be born and it shall rise from the darkness and the true power shall rise and it’s Order that comes with it shall RULE 4CW and a new foundation, an EMPIRE shall be built in its place. My rise shall arrive shortly and that first move, that first unwarned attack shall take place at the next Adrenaline and NO ONE will be safe from it! And I promise you here today that NO ONE will see it coming! You’re only warning comes from a man who does not believe in warnings other than the one you are hearing now and whether you think you know it or not, you shall not be ready for my strike. Darkness will have its due and that due starts its arrival on the upcoming Adrenaline. Go ahead, try to run, try to hide, because there will be nowhere you can run or hide for what’s coming. You can’t run from the darkness and you sure as hell won’t see it coming…now go…enjoy your last night of celebrations because when this night ends, when you celebrate your last free night, there will be nothing but merciless, unrelenting fury that awaits you on the other side. The darkness is coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it!”
Hollywood slowly retreats back into the darkness before the last thing we see is Hollywood’s eyes before his eyes fade into complete darkness as well as the ominous message delivered to 4CW has been sent as Ante Up slowly cuts back to ringside.

Cyrus Riddle is spotted backstage, walking along the corridor with a sketchy look in his eye. An obvious intensity is present as his movements indicate a determination. Despite having been through a war with Cashe, he was still mobile. Seconds later, he shows up at the door of Perry Wallace and Kaysie Sherell, busting in without so much as a warning.
WALLACE: “What the fuck?!”
Perry yells from inside the office as Riddle bursts through the door.
SHERELL: “What’s the big idea?!”
Stepping behind Perry, Kaysie questions as she grabs onto Perry’s arm.
WALLACE: “Cyrus, what’s going on? You could have just knocked.”
Standing beside the mini-bar with Kaysie behind him, Perry says as he then reaches and grabs an empty glass. He then pours himself a glass of Scotch before turning his attention to Cyrus.
WALLACE: “That was one hell of a match. Care for a drink to calm the nerves?”
RIDDLE: “Oh no…what I’m here for doesn’t require calm, Perry! ”
Riddle slams his hand down on the mini-bar, staring holes through the couple. Startled, Kaysie squeezes Perry’s arm even tighter at the sound. Remaining calm, Perry takes a drink from the glass before placing it back onto the bar.
WALLACE: “You made that obvious. What exactly is this all about? What’s on your mind?”
Looking over his shoulder, Perry makes eye contact with Kaysie.
WALLACE: “It’s okay, ease up. Everything is good here, right Cyrus?”
Turning his focus back to Cyrus, Perry stares him in the eyes with his hand still wrapped around the glass. Retracting his hand, Perry rubs his goatee as Kaysie loosens her grip around his other arm.
SHERELL: “You startled me bursting in like that.”
Kaysie says as she remains behind Perry but looking over his shoulder. Cyrus merely laughs.
RIDDLE: “Oh, I’m sorry, I’d hate for you to be caught off guard…don’t you just hate when that happens?”
His tone implied more than just a hypothetical question.
WALLACE: “Depending on who it is, I do actually.”
Turning to Kaysie, Perry then nods his head in the direction of the chair sitting behind the desk only a few feet away.
WALLACE: “Baby, it’s okay. Give us a moment of you will, please.”
Looking over Perry’s shoulder, she cautiously backs away from Perry, keeping her eyes fixated on Cyrus. Sitting down behind the desk, she leans forward and places both arms across the top. Turning back to Cyrus, Perry eases up a bit before taking another sip from his glass.
WALLACE: “You know I hate being caught off guard. That’s why I keep company with the likes of you and the boys. What’s on your mind? By the way you’re acting, I can tell you’re not only here to hang out and waste some time before calling it a night.”
RIDDLE: “I keep replaying things in my head…makes the picture clear. Cashe…Unstable…their hands are clean. I want you to stop fucking about and give me real answers.”
Cyrus shifts his eye from Perry to Kaysie, as if he’s studying them.
WALLACE: “You have the real answers. I’ve told you everything that I know. No way you can stand there and say Unstable didn’t do it. Come on Cyrus, you’re smarter than that.”
Riddle nods his head and looks away, straightening his posture.
RIDDLE: “Except they all have alibis for when I was attacked. Psyche…Amber, they’re very much trusted to give me the information I need. And after Cashe stepped down from them, don’t you think they’d big quick to implicate him?”
Perry goes to respond as Kaysie looks on, but Cyrus holds his hand up.
RIDDLE: “The night you asked me to look after Sabrina, you stopped yourself…said you heard something…what was it?”
Thinking to himself, Perry pauses for a short moment before responding.
WALLACE: “I hear a lot of things. You’re going to need to be a little more specific.”
RIDDLE: “Don’t play daft, Wallace. Perhaps you heard that Omerta was thinking of parting, and that would thwart your big war on Unstable. Am I close?”
Shocked by Cyrus’ words, Perry takes another drink from his glass before slowly looking over to Kaysie behind the desk. Silence fills the room momentarily before Perry looks back to Cyrus and extends his arms outward to his side.
WALLACE: “Come on, Cyrus. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What’s with the hostility towards me? We both know what happened. This is just nonsense filling your head.”
RIDDLE: “Nonsense? Then why look to her? No denying you’ve changed. I’d say she had a hand in it too. It all makes sense. You hire people to attack, Omerta stays united against Unstable, which was the immediate culprit you named. It’s all too convenient. No footage, no claims by them, and nothing but suspicion for you. You’d do anything to protect yourself and your investments, even if that included making sure I take a pipe to the head.”
WALLACE: “Cyrus, what kind of man do you take me for? You of all people should know better than that. Can you seriously stand there and tell me that your believe it was me… and her as well? We’re running 4CW, not putting price tags on the talents heads.”
Cyrus laughs out of frustration, looking up momentarily before looking at the pair.
RIDDLE: “Coming from the man who had Dakota and I kidnap and destroy a woman’s personal life. Coming from the man who I have been in the foxhole with? I’ve spoken many a times with you in regards to plans, and they always involve getting rid of people. Look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t fucking put a hit on me.
Holding his glass of Scotch, Perry’s hand begins softly shaking. He then takes a drink from the glass, this one larger than the ones before. Placing the glass back onto the bar, Perry doesn’t remove his hand but cuts his eyes upward to Cyrus.
WALLACE: “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve done some things in the past. Trust me when I say this though. I–”
Perry’s eyes then shift away from Cyrus and focus on the glass in his hand.
WALLACE: “I–we didn’t do it.”
Perry’s eyes then shift upward to Cyrus instantly. His facial expression changes as if trying to convince even himself with those last words before changing to more of a serious look. Clearing his throat, Perry then removes his hand from the glass and extends it in front of him, opening it and showing his palm, as if trying to calm Cyrus down.
WALLACE: “Now get those ridiculous thoughts out of your head! You know better than to come in here with this bullshit!”
RIDDLE: “Why did you change from I to we?
Cyrus continues to grow frustrated, as he knows he’s being lied to.
WALLACE: “Same reason you were looking back and forth at us both when you first came in here asking questions. I know you have a lot running through your mind right now but you need to relax for a second.”
RIDDLE: “And why is that? I’m tired of speculation, I want answers! Why stop what you’re saying? Why look down at the glass when telling me to trust you? Why usher a new era when the current one is just fine?”*
WALLACE: “This whole thing is bigger than just us. Ushering in a new era is about 4CW. I gave you answers and you burned the man’s buss to the ground. You need to wake the fuck up and realize it for yourself! Why come in here accusing me, or her, or anyone other than Cashe for what happened to you?!”
RIDDLE: “Because throughout all of the shit talking, he didn’t claim what happened to me at all. He might be a loud mouth retard, but he’s an honest one if anything. After burning that bus, he’d at least fire back with how he was proud to take me out.”
Finishing off his drink, Perry then slams the empty glass back onto the bar. Reaching for the bottle, he then pours himself another before looking back to Cyrus.
WALLACE: “He quit Unstable. He broke up with his woman. You had a hand in that. What else could he say? You already one upped him with everything you did in retaliation. You just need to calm down and regroup. I don’t want to hear anymore of this Omerta going their separate ways bullshit.”
Realizing what he had just said, Perry quickly pulls his glass to his lips and takes a drink.
WALLACE: “I– uh– at least that’s what you mentioned earlier.”
Cyrus smirks, but the look in his eye is less than amused.
RIDDLE: “No, I think you meant exactly what you said. You heard it…you didn’t want it…so you hatched one of your stupid fucking plans and had me jumped…”
WALLACE: “Can you blame me?”
Perry says clear as day with his full attention focused on Cyrus.
WALLACE: “Even you know that your performance was off around that time. The last thing we needed was the three of you going your separate ways and giving up the fight against those Unstable assholes. Yes! It was me! I did it to keep you guys together because we came too far to turn tail and run. It wasn’t an easy decision but one that we– I felt was needed for the better.”
Cyrus remains silent, looking down while nodding his head.
RIDDLE: “Take from me…I take from you.”
Cyrus lunges, grabbing Kaysie up out of her spot.
WALLACE: “What the fuck?!”
Raising up from her seat instantly, Kaysie tries to dart in the opposite direction but Cyrus grabs ahold of her arm. Rushing in Perry grabs Cyrus’ shoulder from behind, trying to pull him away from Kaysie. Throwing back an elbow, Cyrus hits Perry in the mouth, knocking him back into the bar.
WALLACE: “Pinkman! Where the fuck are you!”
Perry yells as Cyrus jerks Kaysie across the desk. Putting up a fight, she begins slapping at Cyrus, but he maintains his hold on her.
Realizing it’s only him left to do anything, Perry looks around the room, nervous about getting involved. Reaching for the bar, Perry grabs the bottle of Scotch and swings it forward, cracking Cyrus in the back of the head with it.

Releasing Kaysie, Cyrus’s body drops across the top of the desk. Racing around the desk, Kaysie quickly sprints towards Perry and stands behind him. In shock, Perry looks down at Cyrus on the desk and then looks to the unbroken bottle in his hand. Turning to Kaysie, the two stand in silence as Oswald Pinkman bursts into the room.
PINKMAN: “What’s going on in here?!”
WALLACE: “About goddamn time!”
Perry yells as he turns around to the sight of Pinkman standing in the doorway.
PINKMAN: “What happened? Is everyone okay?”
WALLACE: “Fuck no everyone isn’t okay! This mother fucker tried to lay hands on Kaysie. Get him the fuck out of here!”
Walking cautiously towards the desk, Pinkman pulls Cyrus up, holding his arms behind him. He then walks Cyrus towards the door, restraining him as Perry and Kaysie look on.
WALLACE: “What the fuck, Cyrus?”
Grabbing his glass, Perry quickly turns it up and downs the Scotch before throwing it across the room, breaking it into pieces as it crashes into the wall. He then turns to Kaysie and places both hands on her shoulders as she trembles.
WALLACE: “You alright?”


JOHNSON: ”We are mere moments away, ladies and gentlemen, for what could easily be labeled as the best match of the night! We’re about to see if the streak can remain intact as Pride Champion, Chris Madison, prepares to defend against Erron Wilder!”
VASSA: ”First off, welcome back again! You can’t leave me out here with Caswell anymore! I feel an awkward emptiness inside when you’re not here!”
JOHNSON: ”I’m sure that must have been a very awkward situation for you, Vinny. Nevertheless, I shall not leave your side again!”
VASSA: ”Thank god for that! But anyways, like you said, this next match up is going to be fucking crazy! I’ve been waiting to see this match all night!”
JOHNSON: ”Well then what the hell are we waiting for?! Let’s send it out to Powers and get this greatness started!”
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall….and it is for the 4CW PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP!!”
A Punjabi tremor rings around the arena, steadily building towards an explosive crescendo that gives way to “Blood, Milk and Sky” by White Zombie. The instant mixed reactions from the live viewers and their vulgar signs hoisted in the air acknowledge the man behind the thundering echoes—’Dead End Wilder’, ‘Come Claim Me’, and ‘You’re sh!t out of Luck.’ It was clear who they invited in, albeit everything around had dimmed to a thick black except for fluorescent strobes of light spiraling around clockwork, searching the inside of the arena. Heads continuing to turn in the dark at every available direction in the search for roguish twenty-five year-old, it’s then up in a particular staircase that the shadowed contour of Erron Wilder slowly trudges down the cold steps at his own leisure.
“The siren sings a lonely song
Of all the wants and hungers
The lust of love, a brute desire
The ledge of life goes under”

As the lyrics pursue, his surly pout emerging through the touch of light. He swings his arms loosely to their sides with a hint of cockiness in his movement. This is Wilder, soaked up with an aggressive form of confidence in the midst of a crowd reaching for him on his way down. Both of his shriveled up, glacial blue eyes remaining fixated with the ring, and never turning away to give care to those calling out to him. He quickly slides over the barricade upon contact, scoffing at everyone and everything with a saucy grunt before rolling his leather jacket-clad heap inside the ring.
POWERS: “Making his way to the ring, by way of the Blind Alley and weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds, he is… ERRON “STUNTMAN” WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
Pacing around the mat in evident restlessness, Erron rolls his wrists and jerks his head sideways in last second preparation. A jittery smile ripping over his shady mug provided a closing gesture of how anxious he is to start swinging.
JOHNSON: ”Wilder looking focused as ever. He has a HUGE opportunity to do something here tonight that NO ONE here in 4CW has ever done and that’s hand Chris Madison his very first loss tonight.”
VASSA: ”That would be quite the feat if Erron could pull off the win here tonight. It would be the upset of upsets in my opinion. However, that’s not the only thing Madison would be losing..he would also lose the Pride Championship as well. Big stakes here tonight!”
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 entranceway as Chris Madison steps out with the 4CW Pride Championship secured around his waist. His head is tucked down with a black towel draped over it, focusing on the ground beneath him. The mixed crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall! He is the 4CW Pride Champion, “Mayhem”, CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!”
Madison charges to the ring while unfastening the 4CW 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 4CW Pride Championship proudly over his head.
JOHNSON: ”And there is the undefeated, 4CW Pride Champion, Chris Madison! A lot of pressure on him tonight and we’re about to find out just what that pressure is going to do!”
VASSA: ”Pressure? I know you’ve been gone awhile my friend, but pressure isn’t something that Madison has ever troubled himself of. There is a different feel tonight, though, and that’s what we learned not too long ago about Jason Cashe just up and leaving Unstable. What do you suppose will be the aftermath of that decision?”
JOHNSON: ”That was pretty shocking to hear. The Unstable has always been such a solid, dominating force in 4CW and there’s no telling how Madison is going to handle it. Especially since he’s facing an Omerta member here tonight.”

As the bell rings, Madison and Wilder lock eyes and the other doesn’t budge towards the other as they start to circle the ring slowly from each other. Finally, the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Instead of fighting for control, the two start throwing stiff punches at the other, remaining completely solid in the middle of the ring. Wilder throws a couple more fast paced, controlled stiff punches, before finally making a move on Madison in which he brings up his knee and plants it right into the stomach of Madison before Wilder slams Madison on the mat with a snapmare. That doesn’t keep Madison down long, however, as Madison gets back to his feet only for Wilder to send him back into the mat thinking with a big boot to the face. Wilder takes the chance and goes for the cover on Madison.

JOHNSON: ”A quick kick out there by Madison and Erron only barely gets a short two count.”
VASSA: ”Some quick thinking there by Erron, but this is Chris Madison we’re talking about here! It’s going to take a lot more, and I mean A LOT more to bring the champion down!”
Wilder looks to continue his momentum as he reaches down towards Madison, but Madison has plans of his own as Madison strikes his foot straight into Wilder’s knee before Madison pops up and hits a codebreaker connecting stiffly into Wilder. Madison follows that up with a pump handle slam sending Wilder crashing into the mat. Madison takes the opportunity to keep Wilder on the defensive as he drops repeated knee drops to the ribs of Wilder before heading to the top rope and dropping a double stomp into Wilder. Madison hooks the leg for the cover.

JOHNSON: ”And this time it’s Wilder kicking out after the count barely reached to two. Erron has already taken a lot of pain from Madison, but he is staying in this match with a lot of versatility!”
VASSA: ”Any other man in that match probably would have caved, or barely able to stay in it, but Wilder is showing that he’s not like the others! What did I say earlier?! This match is going to be a war!”
Madison brings Wilder back to his feet but is taken off guard when Wilder all of a sudden starts to unleash a series and flurries of stiff boxing punches, rocking Madison’s face. As the fight in Erron burns brightly, he takes one wild swing but Madison is able to dodge it as Madison takes advantage and grabs Wilder looking to connect with a backbreaker, but Erron isn’t going quietly into the night with that as somehow, Wilder is able to turn it against Madison and in turn, takes Madison down with a strong neckbreaker. Wilder heads up to the top and measures Madison before diving off and connecting with a diving elbow drop from the top rope. Wilder covers Madison.

JOHNSON: ”Oh and Wilder with a close two count right there! Erron definitely caught Madison off with that one!”
VASSA: ”You can say that again! But Madison is able to still kick out and keep this match alive!”
As Wilder looks to keep the building momentum on his side, he brings Madison to his feet and throws him towards the ropes. Chris bounces off the ropes and before Erron can take further control, Chris takes Erron down with a Lou Thesz Press and begins to hammer away at Erron with rapid elbow strikes to the face. Madison starts to hammer away at the face of Erron as he looks to continue to weaken Erron’s head. Madison ends up flipping around on his back and locking Erron in a gogoplata as Erron winces in pain.
JOHNSON: ”And there’s the first submission move by the Pride Champion! We knew we would see something here tonight, but we weren’t for sure on what that was.”
VASSA: ”Madison has that locked in pretty good too! Erron doesn’t have anywhere to go! He’s literally in the worst place you can be in the ring….the middle!”
Chris continues to lock Erron’s head tighter and tighter as he fights to keep the hold firm around Erron. Erron tries to look around him for something to help him get out of the hold, but all he sees is how far it is away from the ropes. Erron continues to struggle for a bit but is able to force his right hand free as he sends one right hook into the face of Madison. Madison flinches briefly, but keeps the hold locked in on Wilder. Wilder throws another right hook, only this one is a bit stronger. Feeling lighter, Erron starts to hammer away at the face of Chris before he feels the hold completely weakened on him as Erron lifts up Madison and powers him into the mat with a slam into the mat causing the recoil to make Madison officially let go of Erron.
JOHNSON: ”Wow! What a move by Erron! Can Erron capitalize on Madison with the submission break?”
VASSA: ”Erron is definitely bringing a fight to Madison here tonight and I think Chris knew he was walking into a big fight here tonight, perhaps his biggest fight when it comes to his undefeated streak being at stake here tonight.”
Erron is able to shake off the pressure to his head as Madison is able to get to his feet quickly. Madison charges at Erron, but Erron moves and as he does, he’s able to whip Madison hard into the corner turnbuckle. Madison bounces off the turnbuckle and back towards Erron as Erron grabs Madison and delivers a thunderous brainbuster which levels Madison straight into the middle of the ring. Erron follows that up with a snap elbow drop before covering Madison.

JOHNSON: ”Another close one for Wilder but Madison with the shoulder up!”
VASSA: ”I thought Wilder may have had him right there! You’ve got to wonder what’s going on through Madison’s mind right now. With Jason Cashe verbally and quite literally leaving the Unstable, what does that do for everyone else, especially Madison here?”
JOHNSON: ”That’s actually a very good question! I’m not even sure what caused Cashe to leave in the first place, but you’ve got to imagine that it definitely decreases the threat of Unstable considerably and that’s a position I know Madison doesn’t want to give up here in 4CW and that might be what’s given Madison a tough time here tonight.”
Tough time or not, Erron continues his offense against Madison as he Irish whips Madison into the ropes. Madison comes back at Erron and as Erron goes for a grapple, Madison ducks and proceeds to bounce off the other side of the ring ropes before surprising Wilder with a running yakuza kick. Madison doesn’t stop there as he grabs Erron and ricochets him into the ropes before sending Wilder down into the canvas with a sit out spinebuster. Madison covers as Erron’s shoulders are down.

JOHNSON: ”NO! Erron is able to kick out just in time! The resiliency of Wilder continues to cause problems for Chris here tonight!”
VASSA: ”What a fight this has turned out to be! Madison is giving everything he has and Erron keeps finding ways to stay in this match!”
Madison shakes his head as he simply starts to hammer away at Erron with some ground punches before sending him into the corner turnbuckle. Madison charges at him but Erron is able to move out of the way. Before Madison can crash into the corner turnbuckle, Madison turns around to a waiting Erron as Erron tries to catch Madison off guard, he attempts a running STO, only for Madison to dodge it. Madison turns around quickly with Madison facing towards Erron’s back as he grabs him and hits him with the Comatose stunning Wilder as Wilder follows limp to the mat. Madison rolls him over quickly and covers him.

JOHNSON: ”NO!!! Holy shit, Erron kicks out!! How in the world did he kick out of that?!”
VASSA: ”UNBELIEVABLE!! I heard Madison’s elbow collide with Erron’s head and I can’t even tell you how Erron kicked out of that!”
JOHNSON: ”What a match this has been ladies and gentlemen! We’re seeing an Omerta vs Unstable match at its classic!”
Madison is shocked and still can’t believe the resiliency that Wilder continues to display. Madison shakes his head as he reaches down to bring Erron back to his feet as Madison attempts to Irish whip Erron towards the corner turnbuckle, but Erron reverses it and instead sends Madison into the corner. This time, though, Erron seems ready as he was correct in assuming Madison would stop the collision into the turnbuckle. Erron grabs a surprised Madison and sends him crashing into the turnbuckle with the Forty Winks Special as the crowd gasp at the sound of Madison hitting the turnbuckle.

Erron rolls Madison over on his back as he pins Madison and hooks the leg as the crowd are watching in disbelief as Madison appears to be out cold.

JOHNSON: ”OH MY GOD!!! Madison kicked out!! Madison just BARELY got his shoulder up in time!! How much closer could that have been?!”
VASSA: ”WOW! That move looked like it BROKE Madison, but somehow Madison was able to kick out! That pin though…I don’t think it could have gotten any closer than that, though!”
Wilder is in disbelief as he could have ended Madison right there! Wilder shakes his head in frustration, but doesn’t lose sight of the end game as he can feel he has Chris right where he wants him. As Erron stands up, he stares down at a very vulnerable Madison and stands right above him just waiting for Madison to get to his feet. Madison is slow to his feet but Madison has no idea the dangers of what waits for him when he turns around and as he does, Erron strikes him in the abdomen and pops up behind him as Wilder goes for the Just Deserts. Wilder can’t quite get Madison over him as Madison is fighting like crazy to stop Wilder from completing the connection. He does and Madison counters by lifting Erron over his shoulder as he surprises Erron and prepares to go for the End Game. However, Erron sends a flurry of punches into the face of Madison and this allows Erron to drop down to the mat. Erron turns around and hits a running STO leveling Madison to the mat as Erron falls to the mat trying to fight to breathe as this match takes its toll on both competitors.
JOHNSON: ”Incredible! Neither one of these guys can seem to put away the other right now and it looks like this match has come to a standstill!”
VASSA: ”This match has truly lived up to the hype! These guys are giving each other their all here tonight! But who is going to prevail here?!”
Erron is the first to get back to his feet after having caught his breathe. Madison starts to stir as Erron heads to the top rope. Erron really struggles to get to the top as he’s making his way up slowly as the wear and tear of this match is showing to both competitors. As Erron makes his way to the top, he tries to get his balance but as he takes the time to gain his balance, Madison quickly gets to his feet and moves quickly over to the turnbuckle as he grabs Erron over his shoulders. He didn’t have to lift him up over his shoulders as he grabs Erron from the turnbuckle and struggles to keep his balance, but before Erron can counter again, Madison drops Erron with the End Game connecting straight in the middle of the canvas as he struggles to hold the bridge on Erron, the referee starts to make the count.

JOHNSON: ”He did it! What an ending of a great match!”
VASSA: ”My god what a fucking thriller of a match! The streak lives! Madison may have retained his streak and his Pride Championship, but Erron is leaving here with his own pride intact after such a hard fought match!”
JOHNSON: ”Yea, I really can’t argue with you on that one! This might have been one of the closest matches we’ve seen to someone conquering Madison’s streak! Erron definitely gave it his all, but Madison just appears to be continuously unstoppable here in 4CW!”
Madison is handed his 4CW Pride Championship from Frankie Morrison himself, as Morrison and Madison celebrate together in the ring as a very shocked and disappointed Erron looks on wondering just how close he was to pulling off the upset of upsets.
JOHNSON: ”And to think, there’s still two more matches to go tonight! The Pride Championship match just put itself out there to be one of the best matches tonight and it’s going to be one hell of a main event just thinking about what could happen in that match!”
VASSA: ”If that’s going to be anything like the match we just saw, this night is just going to get even better! I feel like we’re going to get a second main event because this match we just witnessed was easily a main event caliber match up! What a night so far!”


JOHNSON: “It sure is a beautiful night tonight, isn’t it?”
VASSA: “It sure is!”
Outside of the arena, in the parking lot, Kaiden Hawke carries the 4CW Championship with him. As he makes his way through the parked cars, Sonny Lee emerges from the shadows, stepping directly in his path. Reacting on instinct, Kaiden throws the championship for Sonny’s head. Swatting the championship to the side, Sonny knocks it onto the hood of a car. Lunging forward, Kaiden grabs ahold of Sonny and slams his head into the side mirror of a car, knocking it off of the door.
JOHNSON: “Ouch!”
VASSA: “Someone is going to be pissed when they find that lying beside their car.”
Still holding onto Sonny’s head, Kaiden then goes to slam it into the side of a car but Sonny throws both hands up, stopping his body and head from getting any closer to the car. Throwing an elbow back, Sonny drives it into Kaiden’s stomach, forcing him to release his hold of him. Spinning around, Sonny then wraps Kaiden up around the legs and lifts him into the air, slamming him down onto the hood of the car beside them.
VASSA: “These two are having a little demolition derby without driving cars themselves!”
JOHNSON: “Luckily for the car owners, their insurance should cover this.”
Sonny crawls over top of Kaiden and begins chopping away with lefts and rights to the head and neck. Pushing himself up to his feet, Sonny bends over to grab Kaiden but as he does, Kaiden curls his legs and kicks them out, planting both feet into Sonny’s chest and sending him flying through the air.

Sonny lands on the hood of the car in the next parking spot. Popping back to his feet after a kip up, Sonny stands on top of the hood. As Kaiden slowly climbs to his feet, Sonny leaps from the car he’s standing on towards Kaiden. Lunging forward, Kaiden wraps Sonny up and catches him in mid-air, driving him backwards. As the two come down, Sonny turns his body to the side, leaving Kaiden’s head exposed as the two hit the car.

Taking the impact from the fall, Kaiden’s head slams against the top corner of the car, leaving a huge dent in the metal. The two fall to the ground, Kaiden on his back and Sonny landing on top. The official quickly races over and counts as both men are out of it, Sonny in position for the pin.

VASSA: “Sonny Lee regains the XTV Championship!”
JOHNSON: “After losing it earlier he’s now the champion once again.”
VASSA: “Both men fell pretty hard there. Neither one of them is moving.”

We cut backstage into an empty hallway in the T-Mobile Arena. A few of the lights seem to be failing while a couple have gone out. From the depths of the darkness comes two figures dressed in all black with black hoodies on. The pair are wearing Purge-style masks to conceal their faces. Each one is carrying a length of metal pipe that they are dragging along the walls.
Whenever they come to a closed door they pause and knock on it with the pipes. They get no response and resume their leisurely stroll through the halls. Every so often they come across some roadie or minor staff member who all freeze in terror before hurriedly getting out of their way. The duo finally stop in front of Perry Wallace’s door and look at each other. They both shrug and knock on the door. After a few heart beats waiting their sing song voices are heard.

NEVAEH: “Perry Wallace….”
LEE: “Come out and plaaaay!!”
They wait a little while longer and without so much as a sound from the room they pair leave dejectedly. They continue down the hall and come across another door. They do their usual knocking and a voice from inside replies ‘One minute.’ They both go to different sides of the door and wait. Gabriel Hartman walks into the scene and freezes in his tracks. The smaller figure, obviously Sativa, turns to look at Hartman. She tilts her head to the side and holds up a finger to the mask’s mouth, shushing him. Hartman hangs around for only a heart beat before turning around and almost sprinting away.
Just as Sativa turns her attention back to the door it opens. From the room comes Christy Chaos. Her head poking out of the door to look around for who knocked when Sativa brings her metal pipe down across the back of Chaos’ head. She crumples to the floor and the pair burst out into riotous laughter. Lee drags Chaos’s unconscious body out into the hall. They continue to bash the lifeless form of Christy Chaos. Sativa takes off her mask and pays it on Chaos’ face. Then here and Lee head back the way they came as Hartman rounds a corner behind them followed by officials and the medical staff.

Cutting to the parking lot outside of the T-Mobile Arena, we see Oswald Pinkan escorting Cyrus Riddle with his arms held behind his back. Behind him, Perry Wallace and Kaysie Sherell follow, angry and voicing their opinion.
SHERELL: “Don’t you ever lay a hand on me again you son of a bitch!”
WALLACE: “You wonder why we did what we did! You were losing control then and you’re far beyond out of control now!”
SHERELL: “We tried to do you a favor! You should have just stayed on the sidelines, Cyrus.”
Cyrus spits at Kaysie and Perry.
RIDDLE: “That’s okay, because you two cunts will end up bloody and tormented by the time I’m done.”
Laughing uncontrollably, Perry points at Cyrus before walking closer to him, leaning in closer to his ear.
WALLACE: “I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. After tonight, you’ll never think about laying a hand on her or coming after me ever again!”
RIDDLE: “Yeah, we’ll see about that. This is only the beginning for you and I.”
Cyrus goes to headbutt Perry, but Pinkman stops him just short of connecting.
SHERELL: “Watch it there!”
Grabbing onto Perry, Kaysie pulls him back.
WALLACE: “You’ve got some fucking nerve, Cyrus! Just who the fuck do you think you are? I kept Omerta together!”
RIDDLE: “No, you ruined it as soon as your hands got in it. But now, you’ve created an enemy out of all of us. Nobody will fucking protect you.”
WALLACE: “Out of all of you? Are you fucking kidding me? You did this to yourself!”
Hacking up a mouthful of saliva, Perry then spits at Cyrus but it splatters across Pinkman’s back.
WALLACE: “Goddamnit! Look what you made me to you twat! Get him the fuck out of here Oswald!”
Not far ahead, a black car is parked with the lights on and engine running. Pinkman continues to escort Cyrus in its direction as Perry and Kaysie furiously follow behind. Rushing ahead of the other two men, Perry grabs the handle of the backdoor and then opens it.
WALLACE: “Here you go, Oswald.”
PINKMAN: “That won’t be necessary, open the trunk.”
Walking to the driver door of the car, Perry opens it and reaches inside, pulling the latch to open the trunk. As the trunk opens, Perry walks over beside Kaysie and looks on. A soft voice is then heard in the distance, grabbing everyone’s attention as they turn to look.
VOICE: “Wait a second!”
Running into focus, Perry’s sister, Sabrina Wallace calls out to them.
WALLACE: “What’s going on here, Perry?”
WALLACE: “Get back inside, this doesn’t concern you!”
Perry demands as he stomps his foot and points towards the T-Mobile Arena.
WALLACE: “Oswald, get that piece of shit out of my sight!”
As Oswald begins to push Cyrus in the direction of the back of the car, Sabrina runs over, escaping Perry as he tries to grab her.
WALLACE: “What is he doing?”
She asks Cyrus, standing in their path in front of the open backdoor and blocking them from moving any closer to the back of the car.
RIDDLE: “Those two twats had me attacked, and now they’re escorting me out of the building because I tried to come at them. This whole thing was about phasing me out.”
Looking to Perry and Kaysie, Sabrina then questions them.
WALLACE: “Is this true, Perry?”
WALLACE: “Don’t listen to his bullshit! I should have never came to him for that favor! Go back inside.”
RIDDLE: “Fuck you, Perry! Sabrina, don’t listen to him. You know I’ve been nothing short of great making sure you’re safe. Your brother is an asshole and for good reason you two haven’t gotten along. He’s the new Judas fuck of 4CW.”
Furious, Perry lunges over Pinkman’s shoulder, trying to grab Cyrus.
WALLACE: “Fuck you!”
Having him right where he wants them, Cyrus headbutts Pinkman in the face with the back of his head, knocking him into Perry as the pair goes down. Cyrus quickly removes Pinkman’s gun and pistol whips the man with it, before turning to Sabrina.
RIDDLE: “Get in, love! We are leaving!”
Cyrus tosses the gun aside and pulls a switchblade from his pocket. He approaches Sabrina and makes sure she gets in the car, but then turns his attention to Kaysie, who has now taken to kneeling over Perry to check on him. Cyrus grabs her by the hair and holds her head down into Perry’s face, putting the blade to her cheek.
RIDDLE: “I never liked you, bitch…and now, you’ve pissed off the wrong mother fucker.”
Pulling Kaysie in the opposite direction of the blade, Perry then begins pushing himself up only to get put back down as Cyrus kicks him in the mouth.
WALLACE: “Mother fucker!”
RIDDLE: “You realize I could do whatever I want to right now? You’re not in control unless I want you to feel like you are. 4CW is mine now, and I will carve my way through everyone to get to you. But, for now, it’s time to take Sabrina and turn her into the biggest Riddle fan.”
Cyrus hits Perry once more with a closed fist before licking the blade and staring in Kaysie’s direction. With Sabrina in the car already, Cyrus gets into the driver’s side and speeds off.
SHERELL: “Perry! Are you alright?!”
Holding Perry’s head up from the asphalt, Kaysie shows her concerned as Perry wipes the blood away from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
WALLACE: “Where’s Sabrina?”
SHERELL: “He drove off with her. They’re gone.”



McCabe: “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Street Fight! First to the ring, from The Nine he is Chanson “Wally” Webster!”
The Instrumental to Rock Box by Run DMC begins to play as the crowd begins to boo. Stepping out and onto the stage Chanson Webster blows a kiss at the crowd before making his way down the aisle.
Getting to the steel steps Chanson stops and looks back at the crowd giving them a sadistic grin. He shakes his head before crossing his chest upside down and pointing downward.
He steps in the ring and kisses the pendant on his chain before stepping up a turnbuckle and throwing up the pyramid with his fingers. Stepping down from the ropes Chanson runs around the ring before dropping to a knee.
He says a quick prayer before crossing his chest upside down again and throwing up the pyramid once more. Tapping his skull Chanson sets up in a corner and gets ready for the match to begin.
McCabe: “And his opponent…”
As the opening of “Cradle to the Grave” hits the speakers, the arena goes dark with fog filling the entrance area. Upon the entrance screen a video montage begins to roll of Zolton standing atop a mountain and behind him is highlights of what he has done in a wrestling ring. As the lyrics begin to be heard, Zotlon himself steps out onto the stage area among the smoke. The crowd begins to boo loudly. Zolton relishes in the dissatisfaction of the crowd with an arrogant grin. His leather long trench coat gleams of the now bright spot light shining down upon him.
McCabe: “And his opponent coming to the ring from Yakima, Washington, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds and standing six feet, seven inches tall! He is the “God of all Gods”, ZZOOLLTTOONN!!!”
He now begins to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. Refusing to acknowledge the crowd as he passes them. Reaching the ring he steps up the ring steps slowly, his arrogant smile plastered all over his face. He then jumps to the top turnbuckle of the corner of the ring. He calls it his throne as the arena lights return to normal and the song fades to silence. Zolton ignores the crowd as he lets his trench coat slide down off his shoulders to the floor.
McCabe: “And their opponent…”
Lights flicker as the song “Angels Holocaust” by Iced Earth starts to play and Whisper appears walking out of the curtain. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd.
McCabe: “Coming to the ring by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred thirty eight pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! She is “The Arch Angel of Wrestling”, WWHHIISSPPEERR!!!”
She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up. Inside the ring, she walks to her corner and awaits the sound of the bell.
McCabe: “And their opponent…”
Once “Gasoline” by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back with the Chivalry championship strapped around her waist. She is greeted with a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn’t seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
McCabe: “ “Coming to the ring next, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty six pounds, this is your PRIMETIME CHAMPION…NEVEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh will strike a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off a bit as she unfastens the championship from her waist and shows it off to the crowd as she waits for the match to begin.
Nevaeh looks up at Marquis and starts talking trash to her as she climbs the steps into the ring. Nevaeh climbs inside the cage and instantly charges across the ring at Marquis who spins out of the way sending Nevaeh chest first into the corner! Nevaeh stumbles back as Marquis leaps into the air and catches Nevaeh with a standing enziguri that sends Nevaeh face first into the mat! Marquis is the first up to her feet and begins to stomp the Chivalry Champion down into the mat not giving her a chance to get back up to her feet!
Just as the bell is about to ring and the Triple Cage is locked you see Paul Knight standing on the ramp with a microphone in his hand.
Paul Knight: “So to make things more interesting and to set the bar a little higher. In order to advance to the next level of the cage you will have to survive the last cage. So if you get pinned or tap out then you leave the cage and lose your opportunity to be called Uprising’s Chivalry Champion. Good luck. Now ring that damn bell!”
Whisper keeps his back to the corner and glares at Chanson Webster and Zolton glancing over to Nevaeh who does the same. Wally and Zolton grin as they keep the stand off with the other two competitors going still slowly moving towards Whisper. With a sudden burst Nevaeh shoots out of the corner and dropkicks Zolton in the side of the head laying him out! Wally turns and swings at Nevaeh who ducks out of the way at the last second, Whisper climbs back up onto the middle turnbuckle and waits. Nevaeh jukes around Wally and rolls underneath him as Webster turns around Whisper leaps off the middle turnbuckle and catches him with a diving clothesline that takes the big man off his feet!
Fuchs: “C’mon, Wally was already off balance, that was merely a tap!”
Whisper rises back up to her feet as Nevaeh quickly wraps her arms around her waist and explodes backwards with a German Suplex!


Zolton dives forward and comes down with a forearm across the midsection thus breaking the pin! Zolton kicks away at Nevaeh as she tries to get back up and catches Zolton with several shots to the midsection knocking Zolton back several steps before driving a stiff knife edge chop into his chest! Nevaeh grabbed Zolton’s arm and attempted to whip him into the ropes but Zolton reverses it sending Nevaeh in, Zolton leap frogs Nevaeh as he lowers his head and runs straight first into the giant paw of Chanson Webster who grins down at Zolton and hoists him into the air and spikes him down into the mat keeping his hand pressed against his chest for the pin!

Whisper lunges at Wally with an elbow breaking the pin attempt!
Davis: “Whisper makes the save!”
Whisper starts to get up as Zolton drives a headbutt into the lower back of her! Whisper holds his back as Zolton opens up on Whisper with a series of shots to the lower back that quickly drives Whisper down to her knees! Zolton takes a step back and drives his boot straight into Whisper’s spine! Wally pulls Nevaeh back up to her feet and throws Neveah out of the ring to the floor as he joins Zolton in pulling Whisper back up to her feet! Wally pulls Whisper into a standing head scissors and wraps his arms around her waist as Zolton heads up to the top rope! Wally hoists Whisper up into the air for a power bomb and starts to drive her into the mat as Zolton leaps off the top with a leg drop connecting with Whisper right before he hits the mat! Whisper lays there motionless as Zolton covers him for the pin hooking his leg!



Nevaeh pulls Zolton out of the ring breaking the pin attempt!
Davis: “Nevaeh might have been better off letting Whisper get pinned there.”
Nevaeh grabs Zolton’s head and drives him face first into the apron before taking him back with a side russian leg sweep on the floor! Zolton holds the back of his head and winces in pain as Wally climbs over the top rope to the floor, as Nevaeh rises back up to her feet she’s leveled with a clothesline to the back of the head! Nevaeh hits the floor hard as Wally drags him back up to her feet and whips Nev full steam into the unforgiving steel! Whisper slowly tries to get back up to her feet holding her back and grimacing in a world of pain!
Davis: “It seems like Wally and Zolton have formed an alliance.”
Wally climbs back into the ring and closes in on Whisper who tries to pull herself back up to her feet by the ropes! Wally yokes her up to a vertical base and sends Whisper into the ropes catching her on the rebound with a tilt a whirl backbreaker! Whisper screams out in pain as she arches her back trying to roll over put is pushed back down by Wally who covers Whisper for the pin!



Wally rises back up to his feet and complains about a slow count to the referee who orders him to focus on the match. Wally ignores the referee as he goes back to work on Whisper stomping across his lower back! Wally grabs ahold of Whisper’s hair and drives a powerful forearm down into her lower back knocking Whisper down to her knees again and again! Nevaeh slowly pulls herself back up to his feet. Nevaeh holds the back of her neck as Zolton rises back up to his feet and rushes towards the railing catching Nev with a swinging neckbreaker along the outside of the ring! Nevaeh falls down into a seated position holding the back of his neck.
Davis: “All four of these competitors are giving it their all so they can leave as Chivalry Champion.”
Zolton rolls Nevaeh into the ring and follows her in stepping on Nev’s knee and stomping across her right ankle! Nevaeh winces in pain holding her leg as Zolton taunts Nev and stomps down across her ankle once more and again working away on it! Wally drags Whisper back up to her feet and whips her into the ropes catching Whisper on the rebound and pressing her into the air with a Military Press! Wally continues to press Whisper over her head and slams her down to the mat!
Fuchs: “Whisper seems to have hit a brick wall recently.”
Zolton pulls Nevaeh back up to her feet and backs Nev into the corner, Zolton nails Nevaeh with a series of rapid punches before whipping her across them ring! Nevaeh hits the corner hard as Zolton charges at Nev looking to spear her into the corner but Nevaeh moves out of the way and Zolton hits the post and falls all the way out to the floor! Wally leaves Whisper and turns her attention to Nevaeh and nails her with a forearm to the back of the head knocking her forward into the turnbuckle! Whisper slowly begins to get back up to her feet as Wally sets Nevaeh up on the top rope with her back to the ring and nails Nev with a shot between the shoulder blades! Wally turns his back to Nevaeh and hooks her head running out a step or two and dropping down with a super neckbreaker drop off the top rope! Nevaeh grabs the back of his neck and rolls around on the mat in agony as Wally covers her for the pin!
Davis: “ Wally is just cleaning house here tonight!”
Fuchs: “ More importantly, Nevaeh ISN’T!”


Stomp from Whisper to the back of Wally’s head. As Wally grabs Whisper’s chest and shoves her back into the ropes, Whisper rebounded and fell to one knee as Wally rose back up to his feet. Whisper hits flush onto the chest and midsection of Wally with a diving clothesline sacrificing herself in the process! Whisper laid on her side holding her back unable to capitalize on the situation! In the mean time Nevaeh was able to pull herself back up to her feet and climbed up to the top rope, with Wally down Nevaeh leaped off the top with the 450 splash onto Wally and hooking his massive leg!



As Zolton, Nev and Whisper are making their way the ladder to the second cage. It seems like Zolton is in the best of shape out of them all as Nev is having a difficult time climbing up the ladder. Zolton is the first one into the second cage and grabs a steel chair as Whisper begins to enter the cage she gets plastered in the back with the chair which causes her to hold her back.
Davis: “Nevaeh has finally made it into the second cage.”
Nevaeh leaned over to pull Whisper back up to her feet but Zolton stops the Chivalry Champion in her track as well as he drives the steel chair into her back as well. Zolton made his way over to Whisper and quickly pulled Whisper up to her feet and scooped her up and carried Whisper into the corner hanging her upside down in the tree of woe in the cage! Nevaeh held her back and winced in pain as Zolton stomped down across the side of her head. Zolton leaped up into the air coming down across it with a knee drop of his own!
Davis: “Zolton and Nevaeh, the two most exertive people in this match going after each other…Sebastian on the worse end now.”
As Zolton turned his attention to Whisper and charged at her baseball sliding into the corner catching Whisper with a baseball slide to the face! Whisper goes limp as Zolton pulls her back up by the hair and locks in a reverse facelock! Zolton frees Whisper’s leg as he leaps back and plants him with a modified reverse DDT onto the top of the cage!
Nevaeh slowly limps back up to her feet as Zolton smirks down at Whisper and holds her arms out looking to the crowd and turning around, Nevaeh leaps into the air and catches Zolton with a desperation spin wheel kick to the face! Nevaeh connects but with her bad foot hitting the mat and grabbing her ankle once more! Zolton catches the kick to the mouth and crumbles back down onto Whisper as the referee drops down to count the pin!


Zolton rolls off of Whisper and holds his mouth as he stumbles back up to his feet! Nevaeh struggles to get back up and catches Zolton with a shot to the midsection knocking him back several steps! Nevaeh rises back up to her feet and grabs Zolton’s arm sending him into the cage! On the rebound, Nevaeh leaps into the air over Zolton as he turns around, Zolton however grabbed ahold of Nevaeh’s leg as he went underneath her and pulled it out from underneath him! As Nev landed face first onto the top of the cage as Zolton grabbed her and locked her in a Peruvian Necktie Submission…
Nevaeh screamed out and reached for the ropes but soon realized there are no rope breaks in the second cage. Nevaeh winced in pain shaking her head now as the referee checked on her!
Davis: “Whisper is looking at the painful submission move locked in but is just watching as…
Nevaeh tapped the cage three times as Zolon releases the hold as he hears the bell ring.

Zolton breaks the hold and rises back up to his feet looking down at Nevaeh with a smirk. Zolton and Whisper are entering the third cage which about 6 by 6 and there is not much room separating the two superstars. As Whisper finds herself pulled into the corner with her face slammed into the cage! Zolton spins Whisper around however catches Zolton with a shot to the midsection knocking him backwards. Zolton still on his feet but it didn’t matter as Whisper hooked his head and leaped out of the corner spinning around with a Tornado DDT! The crowd erupted as Whisper and Zolton both laid motionless in the middle of the final cage.
Davis: “ Both men down and the count is on, Mikey!”

Whisper rolls over to cover Zolton!
Fuchs: “ Wait! A cover by Whisper!”



Davis: “ Wow! That was this close!”
Zolton kicks out as Whisper is rolled off of him! Zolton holds his head as Whisper slowly rises back up to her feet holding her back! Whisper grabs the arm of Zolton and as she begins to get back up and sends him face first into the cage. As Zolton walks into a sitoutpowerbomb from Whisper …



Davis: “SHE’S DONE IT! Whisper WINS the Chivalry Title in a
hell of a match! My God!”

Whisper winced in pain as she held her locker back laying face down on the mat as the referee raised her arm in the air in victory!
McCabe: “The winner of this match and NEW CHIVALRY CHAMPION … WHISPER!!!”

Elijah Carlson:”Get that camera man. Get his ass in here right now and OW DAMN IT A LITTLE EASIER ON THE RIBS WILL YOU?”
The cameraman that Eli was heard shouting for before he was ever seen on screen turned into the room, after being flagged down, where Eli was busy being tended to by 4CW medical staff. Lauryn Wolfe had been every bit as vicious as she had said she would be and nearly every part of his body ached but none of that mattered because he had a point he wanted to make. As soon as the cameraman was close enough Eli looked directly into the lens, his voice tinged with irritation more than anything else.
Elijah Carlson:”Everyone in attendance tonight has born witness to a changing of the guard in the professional wrestling industry. I’ve got friends and enemies working for both brands of Four Corners Wrestling and I don’t think it has been any real secret that Adrenaline has been taking a deuce all over Uprising for some time now. That changed tonight. It started with Taryn and Kat and then progressed to the absolute war that Lauryn and I had earlier this evening. I could go on and on about how our NEW Fate champion, the beautiful Genevie, absolutely destroyed the woman who made a complete mockery out of Paul Knight, not that that’s a bad thing, and who left Uprising for Adrenaline. Even the headline match that the world was just tuned in to is sure to get rave reviews. Uprising is fresh. It’s intense. The competition is heated and every single person on the roster is putting their heart and soul into what they are doing. And guess what, people are starting to notice. People are starting to change their minds and there’s a reason for that. You know what it is? It’s because they’re sick of the same old boring, stale garbage being pumped out by Adrenaline.”
Eli adjusted to a more comfortable position as the medical staff worked diligently to tape up his badly bruised ribs.
Elijah Carlson:”They’re tired of watching Chris Madison mow through the same slew of people over and over again. Honestly, it’s why Madison and his manager have been considering leaving for so long. What’s left for him? To fight Erron Wilder over and over and over again? Or is he supposed to fight Dakota? We’re talking about the same garbage that has been regurgitated time and time again. People are sick of it. Everybody believes Chris Madison to be invincible. You know why? It’s because he’s never felt my the bottom of my boot connect with his skull. He’s never been pushed like someone like me would push him. Every single match I’ve witnessed this evening coming from Adrenaline has been a flat out joke and I’m not the only one who thinks so. Now, I can already hear the stars of Adrenaline groaning in the back saying I’m some young punk who is mouthing off because I get to go home safe and sound to my brand. Name the time and place boys, and I’ll be there. I don’t care if it’s on Uprising. I don’t care if it’s on Adrenaline. Hell, I don’t care if it’s in Atlantic City on Boardwalk television.”
Having grown sick and tired of the medical staff poking at him, Eli shoved them away and grunted in pain, holding his ribs as he pushed himself up to a standing position.
Elijah Carlson:”That’s the problem, though. None of you will. All of these big name, supposedly incredible competitors who so many claim are sure fire future hall of famers are really nothing but a bunch of chickenshit babies who want to hide on their comfortable little show where their flaws are covered up and they’re guaranteed to look good. Gotta make sure those sponsors are happy with their representatives, right? I’ll tell you what Madison. I’ll tell you what Dakota Smith. I’ll tell you what Jason Cashe. I’ll tell the entire Adrenaline roster this. If you’re not too much of a bitch to step up, come find me and I’ll show you why Paul Knight has entrusted me with the future of Uprising. I’ll show you why fans are starting to pay attention to me. I’ll show you why slowly, but surely, that almighty dollar that you all worship so feverishly will begin to fill my bank account more and more, and each one of yours less and less. Try and stop me. I dare you.”
Eli blew past the cameraman and out the door, knocking the man down as he shoved past him, the scene fading as he walked away.


Backstage in the medical area, Sonny Lee is having his midsection wrapped up after the brutal parking lot brawl earlier in the night. Leaving Sonny alone on the table with the XTV Championship beside him, the medical staff exit the room.
JOHNSON: “Sonny Lee has taken some damage tonight but here he is, XTV Champion.”
VASSA: “This Xtreme Roulette has been brutal from the very start. I’m surprised no one has been killed yet.”
Racing through the door, Jason P. Davidson enters the room with his half of the Tag Team Championships in hand. Swinging for Sonny, JPD goes for the kill shot but connects with Sonny’s knee instead as Sonny rolls backwards on the table and holds his legs up for protection.
JOHNSON: “Oh no!”
Clutching his knee with both hands, Sonny Lee begins moaning as the damage to his knee becomes more and more clear. Taking another swing with the belt, JPD slams the championship onto the same knee. Sonny then kicks his other leg straight, planting his foot into JPD’s chest and sending him rolling to the floor.
VASSA: “Jesus fucking Christ!”
JOHNSON: “In just a short amount of time JPD has done quite a number on Sonny’s knee.”
VASSA: “It’s not keeping him down though!”
Pushing himself off the table, Sonny drops down to the floor. As he puts weight on the attacked knee, his leg almost gives out from under him before he grabs onto the table and holds himself up. Unable to move, Sonny holds himself up as JPD slowly rises to his feet. Once standing, JPD looks over Sonny with a smile on his face at the sight of the number he did on Sonny’s knee. Fighting through the pain, Sonny stands on his own, letting go of the table and turning to JPD. Obviously favoring his leg, Sonny’s body lean to one side as he tries to keep as much weight off of it as he can.
JOHNSON: “Sonny is wounded but not giving up just yet.”
VASSA: “If he can pull something off here it would be a miracle. All he has to do is get away and keep himself from being pinned before our main event.”
Stepping in and drawing back, JPD fakes for a punch to Sonny’s head and as Sonny throws up his arm to block it, JPD then kicks his leg straight out, driving his foot into Sonny’s knee. Sonny’s leg gives out from under him and he instantly drops to the floor. With Sonny down and unable to get up, JPD then rolls him over to his stomach. Grabbing the XTV Championship, JPD places it in front of Sonny’s head on the floor. Grabbing onto Sonny’s arms, JPD lifts his body up from the floor while resting his foot on the back of Sonny’s head. In the blink of an eye, JPD then kicks Sonny’s face down onto the XTV Championship with a curb stomp.
VASSA: “This just isn’t fair.”
JOHNSON: “The Xtreme Roulette wasn’t meant to be fair. Anyone with that belt puts a target on their backs.”
VASSA: “Sonny had a target on the back of his head and that’s where JPD locked in on as he made him Bow to the King.”
Dropping down to his knees, JPD then rolls Sonny over to his back and covers him for the pin. On site, the official then drops in beside them with the count.

VASSA: “JPD has won the XTV Championship while retaining the Tag Team Championships earlier in the night. He now has two championships.”
JOHNSON: “This doesn’t look good for Sonny. His knee must be in bad shape.”



JOHNSON: “I picked one heck of a night to come back, didn’t I?”
VASSA: “You sure did, Steve. I am so happy to have you back here at the booth with me. These last few shows have been a nightmare without you here calling the action.”
JOHNSON: “Thank you, Vinny. I’m glad to know that you care, even though you act like you don’t. You really put a smile on this old mans face.”
VASSA: “So how have you enjoyed your return so far?”
JOHNSON: “It’s been great! We’ve had an excellent show from start to finish and we’re now coming up on our main event.”
VASSA: “It’s the one of a kind Fatal Fourway Sixty Minute Iron Man Match for the 4CW Championship!”
JOHNSON: “Last year we held the very first ever but this year I think the competitors involved make it even better!”
VASSA: “I can agree with that!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota Smith has been the reigning 4CW Champion since last year after winning the belt at Fright Night. It’s been one crazy ride for him but tonight will be his biggest defense to date.”
VASSA: “He was able to retain at South Beach Brawl against Jair Hopkins in one of the craziest matches we’ve seen in 4CW. These two will get the chance to kill each other again here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “I think it’s safe to say that a lot of the eyes are on one of these two men winning here tonight but honestly, I could see any of these four involved leaving Ante Up as the 4CW Champion.”
VASSA: “Jett Wilder was the first to earn his spot in this match out of three possible people. He’s a former 4CW Pride Champion and looking to add an even greater championship to his resume.”
JOHNSON: “The kid surprised us all when he earned his spot in this match. If he can just keep his head in the game he could become the new 4CW Champion.”
VASSA: “Then we have CJ O’Donnell taking the second spot in this match, representing Unstable!”
JOHNSON: “Things have been a little wild lately with Unstable after Jason Cashe turning his back on them.”
VASSA: “He had his reasons, some of which I can agree with. Unstable is more than just one man. Jason Cashe will leave some big shoes to be filled but Unstable will move on without him.”
JOHNSON: “Those are some very big shoes to fill. Cashe is a three time 4CW Champion and two time XTV Champion. Losing him is a big blow to Unstable.”
VASSA: “But hey, our third opponent for Dakota isn’t a member of any group. Jair Hopkins stands alone and has proven himself to be one of the best in 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “He’s a former 4CW Champion. A win here tonight will be huge for him if he can become a two time 4CW Champion.”
VASSA: “That would be huge. Only one person has held the 4CW Championship more than once and it’s Jason Cashe. Watch out buddy, Hopkins is coming for your record!”
JOHNSON: “Jair and Dakota literally tried to kill each other at South Beach Brawl. I’m actually expecting the same thing here tonight.”
VASSA: “Well we all know that Dakota is a lunatic so him trying to kill or eat someone is not out of the question.”
JOHNSON: “Eating someone isn’t out of the question for Jair either.”
VASSA: “You’re absolutely right! Jair has tasted human flesh from that time he bit Cashe’s nipple off.”
JOHNSON: “Dakota and Cashe are cousins, so maybe they taste the same. I’d keep my eye on Jair if I were you, Dakota.”
VASSA: “Oh stop it! You’re going to scare the man.”
JOHNSON: “Scare The Butcher? You’re kidding, right?”
VASSA: “You know it!”
JOHNSON: “Well enough of this small talk. I didn’t return tonight to sit around and not call some great wrestling action. Let’s get down to business!”
The lights go dark as the beginning of “Blessings” by Big Sean hits the fans more then likely unhappy to hear the music playing.
POWERS: “The following Fatal Fourway Sixty Minute Iron Man Match will be for the 4CW Championship!”
Out from the back dancing and wilding out is Jett Wilder followed not far by the imposing Luiz Cavalcante and the beautiful Carmella Wilder. Though generally the young and small Wilder alone would not be imposing with his atrocious dance moves we get a close up of the imposing Luiz walking to the ring to really strike some form of fear. Clapping her son on is Carmella with her glasses on looking professional as she usually does, as Wilder bounces up the steps stopping.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California! Accompanied to the ring by Carmella Wilder and Luiz Cavalcante, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds and standing five feet, eight inches tall, JETT WWIILLDDEERR!!!”
Waiting for Luiz who as usual doesn’t look pleased to have to stop and lower the top rope down so that Wilder can jump over it to show off. Shaking his head as he follows him into the ring as Jett jumps up to the top rope pounding his chest as the crowd boos him. Carmella walks around the ring ignoring the cat calls and the boos to continue to cheer her son on as Jett bounces off the ropes and heads to the other side with Luiz standing behind him arms crossed. Finally bouncing back down taking off the hoodie he came out with to hand to Luiz who walks to the ropes to hand it out to Carmella as Jett readies himself.
POWERS: “And the next opponent!”
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, the fans get on their feet knowing that entrance music is one and only Jair Hopkins looking to make his entrance the song goes further but there is no sight of Hopkins anywhere as the song goes well into the hook of the track..
JOHNSON: “Longer than usual, no signs of Hopkins. Fans are wondering too.”
VASSA: “Maybe he finally realized that it was a wise idea to avoid Dakota and take his losses.”
JOHNSON: “No I don’t thi–Wait, what the heck?”
A huge gasp was heard throughout the arena as their eyes remained stuck to the entrance way. The entrance music came to a halt. It wasn’t who they thought it would be in Hopkins, but instead it was Unstable’s ‘El Ninja Loco’ making his way down the ring, eyes staring right into the ring at Jett Wilder. A steady pace of walk sees El Ninja Loco leaping onto the apron before jumping up and flipping into the ring with much arrogance behind it. Boos fill the arena as Jett looks on, heavily confused.
JOHNSON: “The hell is El Ninja Loco doing out here? He doesn’t have a match!”
VASSA: “Well duh! It’s obvious that he does now with the no-show of Hopkins.”
JOHNSON: “It’s Unstable Vinny. They know Jair is a threat. Gives Unstable an advantage in this contest.”
El Ninja Loco just stands there, middle of the ring, not really any movement at all. Standing like a stone statue. The crowd is quiet, unsure of how to take it. Jett stood in his corner, choosing to not move a muscle. El Ninja Loco slowly moves his head to the left and right before returning back to his previous state. He reaches with both hands around his neck, grabbing at the mask that resembled the looks of “Deathstroke”. Slowly tugging upwards, the mask lifts up as partial is shown. After a little more tugging, the mask comes off and an enormous amount of boos reigned in.
JOHNSON: “Absolutely speechless!”
Jair ripped out of the rest of the Ninja Loco attire as he sported the recognizable logo of Unstable on a black tee-shirt. He had on his usual bottom attire. The boos got louder and louder by the second. It was to the point bits of trash began entering the ring, aimed at Hopkins, who held his hands up, forming the “U” shape as he looked around at the crowd. He jogs lightly to his corner as he preps himself for battle.
JOHNSON: “I’m sick to my damn stomach right now. All this time…”
VASSA: “This is brilliant! I cannot believe it. Unstable got 4CW’s Saint to join them. This is like Durant to the Warriors. You can’t get better than this!”
JOHNSON: “We were just talking about how Cashe leaving Unstable leaves some big shoes to be filled. Well… I think they filled them with Jair.”
VASSA: “They most definitely filled them with Jair. I do have to say, this now puts an even larger target on his back with The Butcher.”
JOHNSON: “He has a history with Unstable, but this could throw him off guard.”
VASSA: “Wait a second! This also gives Unstable the advantage in the match for sure now. We have two members from Unstable in this thing. They have the numbers to win this thing.”
JOHNSON: “You’re right about that. Luckily for Dakota and Jett, this isn’t a one fall contest. Even though Unstable has the numbers, one of them still has to have more pins than Jett or Dakota.”
VASSA: “I still can’t believe what just happened.”
“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”

POWERS: “And our third opponent!”
“Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I’m a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire”
“I’m a motherfucking beast”

As the beginning notes of “Beast” begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, “The Distinguished” slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring third, weighing in at two hundred pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing “The Unstable”! He is “THE DISTINGUISHED” CALEB JAMES OOOOOO… DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!”
As O’Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
“I’ma motherfucking beast
I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ beast
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”
“I’m a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain’t no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That’s how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street”

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.
“I’ma I’ma fuckin’ beast!
I’ma mothafuckin’ beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
I’ma motherfuckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)”

CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. Walking over to Hopkins, the two fist bump and exchange a few friendly words before CJ walks to his corner. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
I’m a motherfucking beast!”

JOHNSON: “There they are, showing their alliance right here before our very eyes.”
VASSA: “I guess it definitely is official now. I don’t know what so say honestly.”
JOHNSON: “This is a shock to us all, Vinny.”
“Sludge God” begins to play over the sound system, the lights go dim as the arena gets filled with a mix of boos and cheers.
POWERS: “And the champion!”
Out of the back comes Dakota Smith, a snarl on his face and the 4CW Championship wrapped around his neck. He glares out over the arena, cracking his neck to the left and then to the right. Dakota then begins his march down to the ring.
“I’m a sludge God
I’m rather odd
Take your head like Mr Ichabod
Hit em hard showing no regard
Drag em through hell then I leave em scarred
Pull your card
Put u in the morgue
That’s just the way the LOC settle scores
Put me in the booth and press record
I serve em sludge and they beg for more “

POWERS: “Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is “The Butcher” and the 4CW Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Reaching the ring he takes the belt off of his neck and throws it into the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope. Planting his fist into the ground he pushes himself up off the mat and picks up his championship. He stalks the ring for a few seconds before going up the turnbuckle and raising his 4CW Championship up into the air – letting out a blood curdling roar as he does so. He drops down and takes a seat in the corner, putting the belt back around his neck and waiting for the match to start.
VASSA: “Well there we have it, all four men are in the ring with their sights set on that 4CW Championship.”
JOHNSON: “It’s going to be hard prying it away from Dakota but given the type of match it is, there may not be much he can do about it if someone does walk away after getting more pins here tonight.”
VASSA: “Good luck to those three in the ring with Dakota. They’re going to need it.”
JOHNSON: “Good luck to Dakota as well. He has three talented individuals gunning for his championship. Retaining here tonight isn’t going to be easy by any means.”
VASSA: “Just look at Dakota, he can’t keep his eyes off of Unstable. Back and forth, his eyes keep going between Jair and CJ.”
JOHNSON: “This is going to be an outright war between these four. May god have mercy on their souls.”
Rising up from the corner, Dakota holds the 4CW Championship in his hand, staring down at it for a short moment. Looking up, the official stands a few feet away from him. Handing the championship off, Dakota leans back in the corner and keeps his eyes locked on the official as he makes his way to the center of the ring. In the center of the ring, the official then holds up the 4CW Championship and presents it to the fans on each side of the ring. He then walks to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ringside crew before making his way back to the center. With all four men ready to throw down, the official points to Mike Powers at the booth. The large screen above the entrance then goes black before numbers appear instantly.

Looking to each corner again, the official checks once more and gets the okay from all four men. He then throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.


The crowd erupts as the bell echoes throughout the entire arena. Standing in each of their corners, all four men look to one another, bouncing their eyes back and forth. Erupting from their corners, all four men charge each other and collide in the center of the ring, fists flying everywhere as the four exchange punches. Connecting with a stiff right, CJ plants his fist into the Jett’s face, knocking him backwards across the ring, stumbling before falling to the canvas. Jair delivers a solid right to Dakota’s jaw but receives a vicious elbow in return. Leaping across the ring, CJ lands on top of Jett and begins pounding away at his head with lightning fast rights and lefts. Kicking Jair in the stomach, Dakota then locks his arm around his head and begins driving his knees upward into Jair’s stomach.
Spinning Jair around, Dakota then locks in a half nelson and lifts Jair off his feet, driving him head first into the canvas with a half nelson suplex. Back on his feet, Dakota kicks Jair multiple times in the head before leaping into the air and coming down with a double foot stomp onto Jair’s chest. Stepping down from Jair’s body, Dakota then bends over and begins throwing wild punches, hammering away at Jair as he tries his best to fend them off.
After putting a beat down on Jett, CJ stands to his feet and then locks onto Jett’s arm, pulling him up as well. Holding Jett in place with one hand, CJ draws back before swinging forward and connecting with a thunderous blow to Jett’s temple. Keeping his grip firm on Jett with his other hand, CJ keeps Jett from falling to the mat. Locking onto Jett’s wrist, CJ then whips Jett to the ropes across the ring and as Jett comes back on the rebound, Dakota jumps in between them, putting them both on their backs with a double clothesline.

VASSA: “Out of nowhere, Dakota takes the fight to both Jett and CJ!”
JOHNSON: “He put Jair down with a vicious assault and then turned his attention to the other two in the ring.”
VASSA: “Maybe he got bored with Jair?”
JOHNSON: “He better not get bored. There’s still a lot of time left in this match.”

Turning his full attention to CJ, Dakota pulls him up from the mat and then wraps him up around the waist. Lifting CJ into the air, Dakota then runs towards the nearest corner and slams CJ back first into it. Draping his arms over the top ropes, CJ holds himself up in the corner as Dakota then goes to town with a savage assault on his midsection. Not switching hands, Dakota pounds away at CJ’s stomach with rapid right hands. He then pulls CJ away from the corner and steps in behind him, leaving CJ looking across to the other side of the ring. Wrapping CJ up around the waist, Dakota then lifts him off his feet and drives him back first into the corner with a German suplex.
On the other side of the ring, Jett slowly pulls himself up from the mat with help using the ropes. Not far from him, Jair is on his feet and closing in behind him, unnoticed. As Jett pulls himself up to one knee, Jair then takes a few quick paced steps forward before leaping into the air and driving both feet into Jett’s back with a drop kick. Jett’s body goes through the ropes as he hangs over the middle rope, with his feet still in the ring. Standing tall, Hopkins then grabs onto each of Jett’s feet and holds them up in the air while pulling Jett’s body back through the ropes. Grabbing onto the middle rope with both hands, Jett tries to pull himself away from Jair as Jair pulls him into the ring. With his body stretched, Jett hangs onto the ropes for dear life until Jair rips him away, dropping Jett face first to the canvas. Rolling over to his back, Jett holds both hands over his face as the pain settles in. Seeing Jett’s chest exposed, Jair then leaps into the air and comes down with an elbow drop, driving his elbow into Jett’s chest.
Peeling CJ up from the mat, Dakota then slams him back into the corner with great force. Lifting CJ into the air, he then sits CJ on top of the corner and begins climbing the corner himself. Standing on the middle ropes. Holding CJ’s head in place with one hand, Dakota then draws back with his right before swinging downward and hitting CJ with a powerful punch. Going crazy Dakota then begins tearing away at CJ’s face with even more punches. Locking onto CJ’s head with both hands, Dakota then bends down and bites him across his forehead. Wrapping Dakota around the waist with both arms, CJ lifts his feet off the middle ropes and takes a few steps forward before slamming Dakota down to the mat and driving his shoulder into Dakota’s stomach.


JOHNSON: “Did that seriously just happen?! Did Dakota just bite CJ’s forehead?!”
VASSA: “You act surprised, Steve. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for Dakota to taste human flesh. We know that!”
JOHNSON: “I guess we can say goodbye to any kind of order in this match.”
VASSA: “Did you seriously expect there to be any? These men are going to try and kill one another.”
Pulling Jett back on his feet, Jair then hits him across the chest with a backhand chop. Sighing and dropping down to one knee, Jett quickly begins rubbing his chest as his eyes begin to water. Drawing back once more, Jair slaps Jett across the chest again with another backhand chop. Locking onto Jett’s head, Jair then pulls him up to his feet and locks his arm around his head, keeping it held down by his side. Hooking Jett’s leg, Jair then lifts Jett up and over, dropping him to the mat with a fisherman suplex. With Jett’s leg still hooked, Jair bridges for the pin as the official races over from across the ring.

VASSA: “Jair takes the first pinfall of the match!”
JOHNSON: “We still have almost fifty minutes left in this thing and Jair scores an early pin!”
The big screen above the entrance then begins blinking as the timer disappears for a short moment and everyone’s name lights up in white letters.

Looking over his shoulder, Jair spots CJ and Dakota rolling around the ring exchanging punches with one another. Mounting himself on top of CJ, Dakota grabs him by the head with both hands and lifts it up from the mat, leaning forward with his mouth wide open going to bite him again.
JOHNSON: “Can someone get some food down here at ringside for Dakota!”
VASSA: “I’m pretty sure he’s looking at CJ as his next meal.”
JOHNSON: “This is ridi–“
JOHNSON: “Oh shit!”
As his mouth comes within inches of CJ’s face, Dakota gets taken by surprise as Jair rushes over and kicks him in the face, punting him and knocking him off of CJ. Quickly pulling CJ up to his feet, Jair checks in with him for a moment and after a brief display of comradery, the two then turn their sights to Dakota. Stepping in on each side of The Butcher, CJ and Jair then begin stomping violently on him before he can get back to his feet. Kicking Dakota in the head, ribs, and shoulders, the two Unstable members double team the 4CW champ from both sides, keeping him on the mat.
Jair then pulls Dakota up from the mat and holds him in place with his arms behind his back. With a smile on his face, CJ then slams his fist into Dakota’s stomach, forcing him to lunge over as Jair keeps his arms trapped behind him. Grabbing onto Dakota’s head, CJ then pulls him away from Jair and drags Dakota towards the corner. As the two approach the corner, CJ then throws Dakota forward, through the top and middle ropes and slamming into the ring post with his shoulder. CJ then Pulls Dakota back through the ropes and turns him around to face Jair. Holding Dakota’s arms behind him this time, CJ keeps The Butcher defenseless as Jair rushes in and leaps into the air. Grabbing onto Dakota’s head and planting both feet in his stomach, Jair then rolls backwards as CJ releases him. Extending his legs, Jair then sends Dakota flying across the ring with a monkey flip.


JOHNSON: “Unstable is uniting in the ring! They could change things and take full control!”
VASSA: “We knew it was only a matter of time before those two started working together.”
JOHNSON: “Did we? It was only twenty minutes ago that we were finding out Jair was El Ninja Loco.”
VASSA: “And at that moment we knew they would work together!”
JOHNSON: “I see you haven’t changed in the month I’ve been out of commission.”
VASSA: “What do you mean?”
JOHNSON: “You still think you know it all.”
Standing side by side, Jair and CJ fist bump before turning their attention across the ring where Jett slowly rises to his feet beside Dakota. Looking to his left, Jett’s eyes light up at the sight of The Butcher beside him, down on the canvas. Cautiously walking closer, Jett then kicks Dakota in the ribs. Grunting in pain, Dakota slams his fist to the mat. Stepping out of his comfort zone, Jett then begins kicking Dakota over and over, bringing a smile to The Butcher’s face as he looks up at the teenager. Looking on from across the ring, Jair and CJ watch in amusement as Jett overcomes his fears of the boogieman. Drawing his leg back once more, Jett then kicks it towards Dakota’s ribs once more but gets caught by surprise suddenly as Dakota rolls over to his side and catches Jett’s foot.
Yanking Jett’s leg out from under him, Dakota pulls Jett down to the mat and then crawls over top of him. Drawing back and balling his fist tightly, Dakota then slams his fist down into Jett’s face with a thunderous club. Reaching down with both hands, Dakota wraps them around Jett’s throat and begins choking the life out of him. Lifting his head up from the mat, Dakota then slams it back down, driving the back of his head into the canvas. Racing across the ring, CJ and Jair grab Dakota by each of his arms and pull him away from Jett. As they drag him across the ring, Dakota doesn’t loosen his firm grip around Jett’s throat and drags him along for the ride. Stopping in the center of the ring, CJ and Jair then begin punching Dakota in the head from both sides, forcing him to finally release his hold around Jett’s throat.
Dragging Dakota away from Jett, CJ and Jair then pull him up to his feet, holding onto both arms. On the mat, Jett begins gasping for air as he gently rubs the red marks left on the skin of his neck. Ripping his arm away from CJ, Dakota quickly turns his body and slams his fist into Jair’s face, knocking him down to the mat. Grabbing Dakota from behind, CJ pulls The Butcher in but his grip slips across Dakota’s sweat covered body. Raising his elbow and spinning around, Dakota catches CJ in the nose with it, knocking him backwards and into the corner. Running towards CJ in the corner, Dakota hits him in the jaw with a European uppercut, whipping his head backwards. Dakota then unloads on CJ with a fury of punches to the body.
Behind Dakota, not far away, Jett slowly approaches Jair as he rises to his feet. Locking onto Jair’s arm, Jett pulls him up to his feet onto to get caught off guard with a kick to the gut. Forcing Jett to lunge over from the impact, Jair then lifts him up from his feet and throws him down to his back with a scoop slam. Jair then jumps into the air and comes down with a solid knee to Jett’s forehead. Back in the corner, Dakota drags CJ’s breathless body out of the corner and then forces his head down and places it between his legs. Wrapping CJ’s body up, Dakota then lifts him up and drops him back to the canvas with a snap powerbomb. Looking down at CJ, Dakota then gets attached from behind as Jair hits him in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Dakota stumbles forward and over CJ’s body, catching himself in the corner.


VASSA: “There’s so much going on in that ring right now I can hardly keep up with everything.”
JOHNSON: “Right now CJ and Jett are down and only Jair and Dakota are on their feet.”
VASSA: “Jair has the upperhand but that could change at any given moment.”
JOHNSON: “See, you can keep up with everyth–“
VASSA: “Dakota is ripping the padding off of the turnbuckle!”
Pulling away at the padding that covers the turnbuckle, Dakota rips it open, exposing the bare metal skeleton beneath. Blocking Jair’s view with his body, Dakota continues tearing away the padding before every last bit of it is removed. Not waiting any longer, Jair steps over CJ’s body and grabs Dakota by the back of the head with one hand. Throwing an elbow back, Dakota hits Jair square in the mouth before turning around and grabbing him by the head with both hands. Pulling Jair closer to the corner, Dakota then slams his head downward, driving Jair’s forehead into the exposed metal of the turnbuckle.
VASSA: “Holy shit!”
JOHNSON: “Oh my god!”
Pulling Jair’s face up from the turnbuckle, Dakota reveals Jair’s bloody face to the world. Laughing at the sight, Dakota then leans forward and licks the blood from Jair’s head before throwing him backwards and sending him down to the mat. Climbing the corner, Dakota stands at the top, overlooking the bloody trail that leads to Jair’s body. Turning his attention to CJ, Dakota locks in his target as CJ slowly begins pushing himself up from the mat. After a few short moments, CJ stands to his feet with his back turned to Dakota in the corner. Seeing an opportunity, Dakota then leaps from the top of the corner and flies through the air. Planting his foot on the back of CJ’s head, Dakota then takes him down face first, driving his face into the mat with a curb stomp!
VASSA: “Holy fuck! Did you see that Steve?!”
JOHNSON: “Of course I saw that curb stomp from high above the ring! I’m sitting right here beside you!”
VASSA: “I know, and it feels right. I’ve missed you, Steve.”

The crowd roars at the sight of the high flying curb stomp by Dakota. Marching around the ring and smacking his lips with the taste of Jair’s blood still present, Dakota then drops down to his knees and rolls CJ over to his back. Covering CJ, Dakota hooks the leg as the official slides in with the count.

The large screen above the entrance then begins flashing again as the three count is made.

JOHNSON: “That’s one for Dakota and he’s all tied up with Jair now!”
VASSA: “That’s two pinfalls here so far and we still have over half an hour left!”
JOHNSON: “With moves like that one, I don’t know if each person will still be standing as we round out the hour.”
Rising to his feet, Dakota surveys the ring as a smile comes to his face again, this time at the sight of the bodies covering the canvas. Walking over to Jett slowly pushing himself up, Dakota grabs him by the head and helps him up the rest of the way. Locking onto his head with both hands, Dakota then slams Jett’s face into the mat with a sit-out facebuster. Covering Jett, Dakota goes for the pin again, only moments after securing a pinfall. The official leaps over CJ’s body and drops in with the count.

Kicking Dakota in the back of the head, Jair knocks him off of Jett and breaks up the pin. Wiping the blood from his eyes, Jair then goes on the attack, stomping on Dakota’s chest as he rolls over to his back. Pulling the butcher up to his feet, Jair then hits him with a hard right. Swinging back, Dakota connects with a vicious right of his own. Dakota then locks onto Jair’s arm and whips him to the ropes. Taking off behind him, Dakota then leaps into the air and collides with Jair as he hits the ropes. The two then flips up and over the top rope, crashing hard to the floor on the outside.
Slowly coming to his senses, CJ begins pushing himself up, still dazed from the curb stomp earlier. Not far away, Jett begins climbing to his feet as well. As Jett stands, he appears to be out of it, as if lost and not knowing where he’s at. He and CJ then back step before stopping one another, touching backs in the center of the ring. Both turn around instantly, Jett swinging first and catching CJ with a right hook, knocking him down to one knee. Grabbing CJ by the arm, Jett then goes to whip him to the corner with the exposed metal turnbuckle. Just as Jett goes to release, CJ reverses the throw and sends Jett running full speed towards the corner. Slamming into the corner back first, Jett nearly cries as he yells from the sharp pain shooting up and down his spine. Stumbling forward, the camera then zoom in to Jett’s back, focusing on a rather large laceration with blood trickling down his skin. CJ then charges towards Jett and leaps into the air, connecting with a running high knee, dropping Jett straight to the canvas.

JOHNSON: “Irish Knowledge!”
VASSA: “You got knocked the fuck out!”
JOHNSON: “Jett is out cold after that knee to the face!”
VASSA: “CJ has the chance to tie things up with Dakota and Jair.”
JOHNSON: “And there he is! CJ is going for the pin!”
Dropping down to his knees, CJ then covers Jett for the pin as Jair and Dakota rip each other apart on the outside of the ring.

As the official pulls his hand up from the mat after the three count, the big screen above the entrance begins blinking.

VASSA: “That’s a pin each for Unstable!”
JOHNSON: “Dakota better watch out for both of these men now that they’re tied up at one.”
VASSA: “With that pin from CJ, he just upped Unstable’s odds at this point with winning this match.”

On the outside of the ring, Jair and Dakota exchange punches, literally beating each other senseless with the fans in the front row onto feet away and screaming. Locking onto Dakota’s wrist, Jair then whips him into the steel barricade at ringside. Bouncing off the barricade, Dakota lunches forward and puts Jair on his back with a clothesline. Inside the ring, CJ then takes off in their direction. Leaping through the ropes, CJ flies at Dakota and as The Butcher looks up at him, CJ drives a shoulder into his chest and the two crash hard to the floor.
JOHNSON: “In a match like this, it’s necessary to put your body on the line with high risk moves such as that.”
VASSA: “Dakota didn’t even see it coming until the last split second. He had no time to prepare for that hard hitting move from CJ.”
On top of Dakota, CJ pushes himself away and then pulls himself up with the barricade. He then turns to Dakota and doesn’t give him a single second to relax before stomping on his shoulder. Pulling Dakota up from the floor, CJ then drags him towards the ringside steps, keeping his head held down. As they get even closer, CJ then throws Dakota head first into the ringside steps, knocking them over as Dakota’s body rolls on top of them. Blood begins to pour from the top of Dakota’s head as he looks up at the ceiling.
Turning to Jair, CJ then helps his Unstable ally up to his feet. The two then look to Dakota and instantly move in at the same time. Each man grabbing onto one of Dakota’s feet, CJ and Jair then drag his body across the fallen over steps and down to the floor. They then lock onto his arms and pull him up, exposing his back to the camera. Long scratches stretch across his back from the sharp edges of the steps, some even beginning to show blood. CJ and Jair then throw one of Dakota’s arms over their heads and grab onto the pants of The Butcher. Working together, the two then lifts Dakota off his feet and flip him over to his back with a double team suplex.
Rising together, CJ and Jair survey the damage before nodding to one another. They then pull Dakota up to his feet. Locking onto Dakota’s arm, CJ then whips him into the barricade for a second time. Bouncing off the barricade, Dakota runs into Jair who lifts him up onto his shoulders and drops him back to the floor with a Samoan drop. Hopping up onto the apron, CJ backs towards the far corner. He then takes off running and jumps from the apron, coming down on Dakota’s chest with a double knee drop. Rolling off Dakota in a fluid motion, CJ rises to his feet. Reaching down and grabbing Dakota, Jair then rolls him back into the ring.


JOHNSON: “Teamwork like this is definitely going to win the match for Unstable.”
VASSA: “These two need to remember that they’re also opponents in this thing. This isn’t a handicap match!”
JOHNSON: “Right now Jair and CJ are both tied up with one pin each. It’s going to be interesting to see how these two act when the next one goes to take the lead.”
VASSA: “That’s if either has the chance.”
Lying on his back, head covered in blood, Dakota looks up to the ceiling again as CJ and Jair both climb onto the apron. Both Unstable members then enter through the ropes. Taking the first step forward, Jair goes for Dakota, leaving CJ to head in Jett’s direction. Pulling Dakota up from the mat, Jair hits him with a right and then a left. Spinning around, Jair then hits The Butcher with a lariat, knocking him back down to the mat. With Jett on his feet, CJ attacks him with elbow strikes to the face before ducking down and wrapping his waist up. Lifting Jett up from the canvas, CJ flips him over and drops him to the mat with a northern lights suplex.
Refusing to stay down, Dakota begins pushing himself up from the mat. Not giving his the slightest opportunity to get to his feet on his own, Jair hits Dakota over the back with a double axe handle, keeping him down on one knee. Turning to the ropes behind him, Jair takes off in their direction and as he comes back on the rebound, Jair drives his face into the canvas with a bulldog. Quickly rolling Dakota over to his back, Jair goes for the pin as the official drops in beside them.


Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Dakota breaks up the pin, leaving Jair in complete shock. Jair then begins laying into Dakota with rapid right hands as the camera focuses on CJ pulling Jett back to his feet. Throwing Jett to the corner, CJ stands back and waits as Jett crashes into it. CJ then takes off and charges him full speed, nearly taking Jett’s head off as he hits him with a running clothesline. Stepping out of Jett’s path, CJ leaves him to stumble forward but remaining on his feet. Climbing the corner, CJ makes it to the top and turns to face Jett who has now stopped in his tracks. Waiting for Jett to turn around, CJ waits patiently overlooking the entire ring. Standing up to his feet, Jair turns to Jett, leaving Dakota on the mat but also unaware of CJ waiting to make his move in the corner. Just as Jett slowly begins to turn around, CJ then leaps into the air and goes for a missile drop kick.
VASSA: “CJ’s flying high!”
JOHNSON: “Oh no!”
Rushing in behind Jett, Jair collides into him with a shoulder block, knocking him to the floor. Noticing something in the corner of his eye, Jair quickly turns to see CJ flying in his direction, but rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but canvas to break CJ’s fall.
JOHNSON: “Jair took CJ’s opportunity right out from under him and he didn’t even know it.”
VASSA: “Just when CJ has Jett right where he wants him, Jair comes in and changes things up.”
JOHNSON: “For a split second there, I thought Unstable was going to take out Unstable.”
VASSA: “It was close but Jair was quick enough to dodge that bullet.”

Turning to CJ in shock, Jair quickly rushes over to him and begins checking on him. He slowly helps CJ to his feet, holding him up and carrying some of CJ’s weight. As Jair checks in with CJ, Dakota has now risen to his feet. Turning to the sight of Unstable’s backs facing him, an evil grin stretches from ear to ear as Dakota rubs his hand over the top of his head and down to his face, smearing his blood over him like war paint. Dakota then charges towards the two and hits them both with clotheslines in the back of their necks, knocking them both forward and down to the mat.
VASSA: “Dakota is back on his feet and Unstable didn’t even see it coming!”
JOHNSON: “Those two should know better than to turn their backs to Dakota Smith!”
Pulling Jair up from the mat, Dakota drags him across the ring and then throws him chest first into the corner with the bare metal exposed turnbuckle. Hopkins moans as the sharp edges press into his flesh. Stepping forward and raising his elbow, Dakota then drives it into the back of Jair’s head while slamming his body into Jair’s, pressing Jair’s chest into the metal even harder. Dakota then jumps straight into the air and pulls Jair down with a neckbreaker.
Across the ring, CJ slowly crawls over to Jett. Climbing to his feet, CJ then pulls Jett up as well and spins him around. Wrapping Jett up around the waist, CJ then lifts him up and drives his head into the canvas with a German suplex.

JOHNSON: “The Distinguished Plex!”
VASSA: “He hit Jett with it on top of that!”
Crawling over to Jett’s body, CJ makes the cover as the official sweeps in with the count.

JOHNSON: “Jett has a foot on the bottom rope!”
VASSA: “Damn, at least the kid knew where at in the ring he was.”
Pulling Jair up from the mat, Dakota then lifts him onto his shoulders. Spinning around, Dakota drops Jair to the mat with a twisting Samoan drop.
JOHNSON: “Dovah Death Drop!”
VASSA: “Goddamn son!”
Covering Jair for the pin, Dakota licks the blood as it trickles down his face and the official sweeps in for the count.

JOHNSON: “Jair kicked out!”
VASSA: “Un-fucking-believable!”

Cutting his attention to the official, Dakota grows furious as he pushes himself up from over Jair’s body. Backing the official into the corner, Dakota leaves him nowhere to escape as he begins yelling at him furiously. Not being easily intimidated, Larry Collins stands his ground and puffs his chest at Dakota. Laughing hysterically, Dakota then grabs ahold of the official but before he can go any further, CJ races in behind him and hits Dakota in the back of the head with a stiff elbow strike. Spinning Dakota around, CJ then kicks him in the gut and wraps his head up with one arm. Falling backwards, CJ then drives Dakota’s head into the canvas with a DDT. Dropping to his knees, CJ quickly rolls Dakota over to his back and then covers him for the pin.

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Dakota breaks the count before the official can get to three. Back on his feet, CJ then begins kicking Dakota repeatedly before reaching down and pulling The Butcher up from the mat. Wrapping Dakota up around his upper body, CJ goes to lift him up from the mat for a belly to belly suplex but Dakota slams an elbow into CJ’s ear. Stepping away from Dakota, CJ holds his ear as the pain becomes apparent on his face. Lunging forward, Dakota throws a right punch for CJ’s face but before he can connect, Jair catches his arm and pulls Dakota into a short-arm clothesline.
Checking on CJ, Jair then turns back to Dakota but right there only a few feet away, Jett charges in like a mad man. Leaping in the air, Jett flies towards Jair with a bicycle kick but misses as he steps out of the way, falling to the mat only a foot short of connecting with CJ. Jair and CJ then huddle around Jett and begin stomping on him profusely. Pulling Jett up from the mat, CJ then steps in beside him and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex as Jair and Dakota exchange punches behind him. Hitting Jair with a low blow, Dakota then pushes him aside and rushes towards CJ as he stands over Jett. Cracking CJ in the back of the head with a solid right, Dakota then steps in beside him and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep.


JOHNSON: “You just can’t keep Dakota down.”
VASSA: “You’re right about that, Steve. Knocking him down is one thing but keeping him down for any long period of time is another.”
JOHNSON: “It’s hard to kill what’s already dead.”
As Dakota slowly gets back to his feet, Jett creeps up behind him, tip-toeing. Wrapping Dakota up around the waist, Jett goes to lift him off his feet but can’t as Dakota puts up a fight. Throwing his elbows back, Dakota hits Jett in the face from both sides before spinning around and wrapping him up from behind. Grabbing onto the front waist band of Jett’s pants, Dakota begins trying to pull them down with a smile on his face as Jett’s eyes light up.
JOHNSON: “What is Dakota doing?!”
VASSA: “He’s been talking about sticking it to Jett and now may be the time it finally happens!”
JOHNSON: “This is downright disgusting.”
As Jett tries to pry Dakota’s hands from his pants, Dakota licks his lips. From behind, Jair then wraps Dakota up from behind.
VASSA: “We have a threeway folks!”
JOHNSON: “Stop it, Vinny!”
Jair then uses all of his strength to lifts Dakota in the air, and as he does, Dakota lifts Jett into the air. Falling backwards, Jair then drops Dakota to the mat with a German suplex as Dakota drops Jett to the mat with one as well.
JOHNSON: “Double German suplex!”
VASSA: “Jair’s really reaching down deep tonight with this big opportunity in front of him.”
Rolling over to his knees, Jair looks to Dakota and moves in to make the cover but before he can, CJ grabs onto Dakota’s arm and drags him towards the center of the ring.
VASSA: “CJ just took away Jair’s opportunity!”
Dropping to his knee, CJ leans over to make the cover but before he can, Dakota reaches up with his right hand and wraps it around CJ’s throat.
JOHNSON: “Dakota is still alive!”
Locking onto Dakota’s forearm with both hands, CJ tries to pull Dakota’s hand away from his throat as he chokes him. Turning red in the face, CJ pulls and pulls at Dakota’s arm but it unable to free himself. Pulling CJ’s head down, Dakota then pops his head up from the mat and headbutts CJ in the nose, busting it wide open. Keeping his grip around CJ’s throat, Dakota looks up at him as the blood pours from his nostrils and onto The Butcher. Pushing CJ away, Dakota then begins climbing to his feet.

On his feet as well, Jair limps towards Dakota and grabs ahold of his head as he gets to one knee. Drawing back while holding his head in place with one hand, Jair then swings downward and connects with a brutal punch to Dakota’s temple. Jair then pulls Dakota up to his feet and turns his body to face him. Keeping a grip on his head with the same hand, Jair then draws back and swings forward, slamming his fist into Dakota’s mouth. As Dakota’s head whips to the side, blood flies from his mouth and across the ring. Dakota then fires back and connects with a vicious right hook, knocking Jair back a few steps. The two then exchange punches as Jett and CJ climb to their feet in the distance.

On his feet, CJ looks to Jett who has risen to one knee. Taking off towards him, CJ leaps into the air and hits him with another running high knee to the face.
VASSA: “Oh shit, a second one!”
JOHNSON: “Jett goes down again after getting another Irish Knowledge from CJ!”
VASSA: “Poor Jett.”
As CJ stands over Jett’s lifeless body, Dakota lunges forward and cracks Jair in the jaw with a thundering right hand, knocking him to one knee. Dakota’s body falls forward from the momentum, stumbling in CJ’s direction in the process but staying on his feet. Grabbing onto CJ’s shoulder, Dakota spins him around and then kicks him in the stomach. Locking his arm around CJ’s head, Dakota then hooks his leg. Lifting CJ into the air as if going for a fisherman suplex, Dakota then transitions the move into a sit-out spinebuster, driving CJ into the canvas.
VASSA: “The Butcher strikes!”
JOHNSON: “Deadman Wonderland and CJ is out cold!”

Crawling over CJ’s body, Dakota goes for the pin as the official slides in with the count.

VASSA: “Jair breaks it up!”
Kicking Dakota in the back of the head, Jair knocks him off of his Unstable ally, CJ. Jair then begins stomping onto Dakota’s body over and over, rolling him over to his back in the process. Still stomping away, Jair pounds onto Dakota’s stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs with each attack. Jair then pulls Dakota up from the mat and begins pounding away at his face with rapid right hands.

Swinging blindly, Dakota goes for Jair’s head but misses as Jair steps out of the way and behind him, locking onto his head and dropping him to the mat with a reverse neckbreaker. Rolling over to his stomach and pushing himself up to one knee, Jair glances at the clock on the big screen above the entrance.

Turning his attention to the corner, Jair pops up to his feet and races over to it. After ascending to the top, Jair looks over the electric crowd with his back turned to Dakota flat on his back.

Leaping into the air, Jair does a backflip and comes down with a springboard moonsault double foot stomp onto Dakota’s chest.

The crowd erupts as Jair executes the OMFG!. Stepping down from Dakota’s body, Jair then drops down to both knees and makes the cover, hooking the leg as the official races over with the count.






JOHNSON: “We have a new 4CW Champion ladies and gentlemen!”
The big screen above the entrance then begins flashing as a loud siren begins sounding.

“Fate” hits the speakers as the crowd erupts with mixed reactions, mostly due to Jair revealing himself as the newest member of Unstable. The official then calls for the bell as Jair slowly rises to his feet.

VASSA: “After three quarters of a year as the 4CW Champion, Dakota Smith has finally been relieved of his duties.”
JOHNSON: “This is an upsetting night for him after being a champion in 4CW in some capacity for over a year.”
Overlooking the crowd, Jair closes his eyes as the roars rumble throughout the entire arena. He then looks down to Dakota on his back, face and chest covered in blood, but still out cold. The official then steps in beside Jair and hands him the 4CW Championship. Staring down at its beauty, Jair seizes the moment before hoisting it above his head with one hand as the official raises his other into the air.
VASSA: “Here is your winner and new 4CW Champion… JAIR HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!”
Ripping his arm away from the official, Jair then bolts to the corner, leaping into the air and landing onto the middle ropes. Holding the championship high above his head, Jair celebrates his victory and moment of becoming a two time 4CW Champion.
JOHNSON: “It has been one wild night but I wouldn’t have it any other way for my return here at the booth.”
VASSA: “Jair is now a two time 4CW Champion. In his first reign the championship was renamed the 4CW Championship, after being called the South-West Heavyweight Championship since the creation of 4CW.”
JOHNSON: “Well CJ was right. Unstable will be leaving with the 4CW Championship here tonight.”
VASSA: “He was, but unfortunately it wasn’t him.”
JOHNSON: “This is a huge night for Jair Hopkins and a new era in 4CW as we head to Fright Night in October.”
VASSA: “Before then we have a few pit stops along the way. Our next show will be Adrenaline Fifty!”
JOHNSON: “I picked a good time to return because this grand event will take place in Hawaii!”
VASSA: “I am so looking forward to this. And then in September, we have Bad Company Two, the tournament for the 4CW Tag Team Championships.”
JOHNSON: “We have some big things in store for you folks. It’s going to be a thrilling ride as we venture to Fright Night.”
VASSA: “Let’s not forget that Adrenaline was able to retain the 4CW Tag Team Championships so Ascended Supremacy will have their work cut out for them in September at Bad Company Two.”
JOHNSON: “It’s been one heck of a night folks but unfortunately we’re out of time. We’ll see you in two weeks for Adrenaline Fifty as we head to the beautiful state of Hawaii.”
VASSA: “I can’t wait!”
JOHNSON: “From all of us here in 4CW, I’m Steve Johnson…”
VASSA: “And I’m Vinny Vassa! Good Night!”